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03 August 2008
{11:15 PM} Okay! Very good. I have officially earned myself the denomination of an aunt. Nyeh. I'm kinda in no mood to blog happy now, ): Which is saddening. Since my happy posts are usually, Very happy. So that is sad. As you probably can observe, I'm trying to stall for blogging space. Because, I have absolutely no idea of what to blog about. I have an apple in front of me. It is green. Green apples are nice. Yay. Friday was not worth speaking about. Except I had to keep on re-playing chapel songs with miss tan, who kept laughing. We spent one hour in that room. And would you know it? None of us had the faintest idea how the hymns went. Saturday, was FOP. It was great, the only thing was that we didn't get good seats, And we didn't know the songs, And we couldn't really see the words most of the time, Which was sad. So the spirit was a little dampened, I must say ): After the FOP, I was on my way home, and it was at least 11.15pm. Walking home from the mrt, was extremely scary. There's this thing in singapore that says that you must be back safe and sound at home by nightfall during the seventh month. So, heh. Great! It was a dark creepy night, and no other stranger in the form of a human was around to offer mental comfort. The path in front of the park was deserted, The lane towards the community centre was deserted, And the tunnel through the building was absolutely deserted. Even the basketball fanatics at the court had scurried for the safety of their homes. The national day banners hanging in the community centre were swaying almost eerily in the breeze. And here I was, a vulnerable young girl walking in the dead of the night. Okay maybe not the dead of the night. As I quickened my pace through that metre-wide tunnel, my footsteps echoed off the ceiling. And I kept thinking there was someone or something following me. I turned, Nothing. I was scared to bits. Desperately praying for Jesus' protection, I scurried up the short flight of stairs in a bid to dash for the safety of the lift. A cat appeared in front of me. A black-and-white tabby feline, whose eyes were unusually humongous. I ba-tui-jiu-paoed and ran for my life. Petrified that at any moment then, Something would squeeze my butt with its razor sharp claws. I'm sorry, I'm especially sensitive in the rear end. D: With the lift less than 5 metres away, I made a mad dash for it, And almost tumbled into the cubicle, hit the circular button, And pressed the >l< sign. SAFETY AT LAST! I never want to come back home late and alone again. Heyhey! I did have something to talk about after all. My darling is due in 1 week. And no, I am not pregnant. __________________________________________ |