Delusive, It is to me

Friday, November 05, 2004
picky picky

got abused.
first, my mom made me do laundry for her today.
so leh cheh.
must divide the load into two somemore
because, her one load very big, and the machine didn't like it n started beeping...
sheesh...and she didn't get the hint : do not do laundry!

then, i have to drag my lazy fat, (furry, if i'm the evil bear) arse off all the way from my house(farrer park or the more popular known nearby mrt, novena) to IKEA.
damm. it was a long ride there.
and that bus 195, i say, quite slow, ah
wait and wait
wait and wait
den finally come.
at IKEA, had to buy many many boxes.
wait, it's many many BIG BIG boxes.
for who? for me lah, n 2 for my bro
and den have to bring home, all the way fr queenstown
Why am i subjected to such a torture?
it's all because of my MOM!
man, damm picky that woman.
ah, fiona, your room very messy, go pack it up.
ah, not clean enough, clean again.
aiyoh, so untidy, so many things! pack them up n send over to ur granddad's house to keep.(yes, my grandada's place is MY STOREROOM, luckily, he don't mind)
n so she yak yak yak...all the way to i give in.
stupid woman.
train fare to n fro, already very ex, considering that since i don't really need to go out much now so i didn't buy the pass concession...
and seriously, i'm a WEAKLING. NO STRENGTH. cannot travel far carrying 8 boxes!
be it folded, nicely wrapped up or whatever.
i am weak! my arms hurt from carryong soo many stuff.
n better still,i have to move my filled up boxes to my grandad's place, which i must add, isn't very near. u stupid, picky woman,
arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

unforgettable memories deep inside me.
wish that it would never be erased
as i would like to keep our memories
with our happy moments forever.