Thursday, February 19, 2009

428: Our 3 years :)

This day marks the 3rd wonderful year we've had together. He's grown up with me, and I've grown old with him. Lots of tears, laughter, and love...

I went to work, he's now at work. No big celebration for us. He's not the romantic type. I can't hold a knife to his throat and force him to be romantic, and anyway I'm not a romantic either. So this day is just any other day. But we're amazed at how fast time flies.


Love you, and I always will. ♥

Sunday, February 15, 2009

427: My V-Day

My Valentine's Day was alright, though not a particularly good one this year because I wasn't feeling well and whining half the time. And then the BF ordered the wrong Korean food for me, it wasn't the one I wanted, and I whined super loudly. He looked a little upset. But it wasn't his fault.

I dunno how he's able to stand my whining. I whine like a 5 year old girl. I have to love him more for that.

Thursday, February 12, 2009

426: The suay-est day I've had in quite a while

Yes, as you can tell from the title of this post, my day hasn't been good. I was about to go out of the house to head for work when I had a sudden urge to poo. I went to poo, and as a result I was behind schedule, so I rushed.

I jammed my ez-link card and staff pass into the pocket of my shorts and hurried out, without realizing that I had only put it in halfway. And then while I was walking towards the MRT station, that was when I realized that my staff pass and my ez-link card was gone, my pocket was empty. I guess that's how the story goes, for I had gone back the same path I walked several times, gone home to check, emptied out the contents of my bag, and even asked 2 cleaners downstairs if they had seen my card. Someone must have picked it up and put it in his/her pocket, and I hoped that the moment he/she put it in his/her pocket, he/she fell on his butt, or chased by a madman or whatever.

My ez-link card had about $28 value in it, and I have to pay $10 to replace my staff pass. The absolute thing I hate most is to lose money. DAMN IT.

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