[[ Stickman & Stickbabe ]]

we're just two simple stickpeople who :-
met,
clicked,
hitched,
till death do us part...


[[ All I want in 2007... ]]

Seeing loved ones happy
Mission trips
Have a cute baby
Learn bridal makeup
Speak Camb/Viet
Pay off our housing loan!


[[ Leaving? ]]

~C-Cup : cupcakes from heaven... (perfect 4 parties)
~My Bali Photo Blog
~Melonbabe (my female sibling)
~Angelia (a kid i tutored, who grew up!)
~WZB (a woman with an expensive rock)
~Get Blobbed... (splish splash plop blobbe)
~My Primary School Classmate
~My pescatarian recipe blog
~Simplicity - making a difference in Kenya
~A visually delightful blog of a stranger
~Another visual treat...
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Thursday, June 01, 2006
Today I hauled myself to work. It was agonising to sit through the 2hr meeting - I was feeling faint, probably from the walk under the hot sun. There was some joke about me being old, probably as a feeble attempt to engage me, but I nonchalantly swatted the flies away and didn't catch the joke.

I was also thirsty and ravenous - a new development, as I've been having a weak appetite. The moment it ended, I shot out of the door and lingered in the computer area. Dang, the terminals were occupied. I hung around some more and got rewarded. Did my submission and slithered thankfully out of the office.

I devoured a Jollibean peanut pancake while walking around Cold Storage. It was happy food for me. The soya milk drink, however, proved too much for me, and I ended up dumping the whole thing. A ravenous appetite appeased with just a pancake. That was lunch. I'm going to be thin in no time. Yeah.

An hour later, I reached home. Home's really a safe haven. I had a bad headache which wouldn't go away with sleep. Panadol to the rescue...

I gave up trying to sleep. Got dressed and walked to the mall, where I met my Stick-cousin. I was also doing some fund-switching for her, a month late, since she went for a month-long trip to Europe. She bought bird's nest for me, to my surprise. I was quite touched by this gesture. She was full of stories to tell about her trip. A particularly cute one was when she asked for a 'fork' in the restaurant, the waitress obviously mistook the word for another, and asked her repeatedly to repeat what she wanted. I guess getting a fork isn't so simple in those areas, it's easier to say "fork and spoon" than trying to pronounce 'fork' in a non-sexual way.

I'm home and it's now 2am. Stickman and I can't sleep. He's doing some touch-ups on a recent wedding of a friend's, which I had to miss. I'm blogging, since there's nothing much to do anyway. I'm quite clingy now, and refuse to let him out of my sight, except in the mornings when he goes to work.

It's sick to live like this. Tomorrow I shall attempt to live normally again. And hope noone asks me questions that makes me want to keel over. Like, what happened? How did it happen? Does it matter? It just DIDN'T happen. I know it's just paranoia on my part, but just today alone, I've had to answer that question three times - saying 'I don't know'. Next time, I'll heed Ms Insensitive's untimely advice and tell others only when I'm 9 mths pregnant, God willing.


stickbabe [ 1:46 AM ]