Happenings happenings happenings...

/ Friday, November 03, 2006 /
My recent life is happening in its own manner.

That is unless,
if you do not think a star tortoise coming into my life is happening,
if you do not think someone giving up seat for me in the MRT is happening,
if you do not think changing job is happening,

then, it's none of my business really.



Episode 1: Star tortoise

My uncle abandoned her heartlessly.

I love her at first sight (unlike my sis, who eeks her at first sight.)

I took her in, but my mother takes care of all the shit hahaha.

She's around 6 inch at the longest measure of her shell.

I walk her bi-monthly on the grass patch under my block.

Her nickname currently is GUILING because she's a girl. Before I knew her sex, I called her GUI GUI.

She loves biting my black kitchen slippers I wonder why. There's some special smell I think.

I often squeeze her little arms and legs and she'll hide them in her shell and become a ball. SO CUTEE.

Star tortoise, as the name suggests, has star starss on her shell. Not star as in ☆, but star as in Ж.



Episode 2: I'm Pregnant.

I boarded train for work as usual and stood in the CENTRE OF THE CAR as usual.

As usual, it is the peakest hour for everybody to fight for a seat.

Suddenly someone patted me on my shoulder from behind.

I was listening to MP3 at loudest mode. I turned and saw her pointing at her own seat while telling me GEI NI (FOR YOU in chinese).

I stunned and looked at other standing strangers who were also looking at me with question marks bubbling over them.

For a moment, I think I did look at my tummy and felt I'm pregnant.

Of course I accepted such a nice offer since she is alighting at the next stop.

Once I sat down I analysed the environment and situation.

Conclusions:

1. She is my fairy godmother like what dear says.
2. She is racist. All the nearest people around her were ah bu neh nehs.

It's definitely not that I look like I'm pregnant okay.. okAY?!



Episode 3: Changing Job

Moving towards where my interest lies.

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