Monday, November 07, 2005

Hatching Hamsters

A new proposal just came in from a pretty babe. Mr. Flowers the rabbit might be stewed. Instead, we might get hamsters, yes hamsters! Exciting furry balls! The babe from Tampines claims that furry balls go with her Marimo Algae Ball. Lol~

Oh, it's an exhilarating time! Name planning, researching on possible hamster breeds, cage shopping, food (hamster food ahem) sourcing, and yes... even family planning.

Prettiest of all in the Land of Tampines, I love your blog! The pictures you took are nice! My fav is actually the view of the skies "The Evening Sky from Heaven". Picturesque Perfect.

Was writing the above when I suddenly thought about the times in Taiwan... Remembered Medic & I talking about how we were gonna write. He always wanted to write something science fiction-ish. Me? Never had an idea. Oh horrors, boyfriend has no direction... lol~ Haha, remembered the cute story you were hatching? Albino towel in the deep woods? Yes, it's too cute to miss, therefore I shall write installations to it. Yes, the boyfriend has decided to blatantly plagiarize his sweet young innocent girlfriend. Oh scandalous, it's absolutely chinese drama material. But don't worry alright, in the event that a certain Lucas wantes to buy the rights to it, you and I shall share the profit. Urmm ratio shall be cruelly subjected to girlfriend's niceness towards boyfriend~~~ Laa laa laa~~ *need the turtle emoticon*

Hunny!!! Guess what??? What?? Oh what? Love you millions! Miss you!! Tag! Found you. Of all the ah lians in Tampines, ahem i mean girls... I found you, the best, sweetest, nicest, cutest, wittiest, loveliest, prettiest, sparkliest. These are firm convictions of mine. Let me love you from this day on, and the years to follow... till you get sick and tired of injecting insulin for me, till both our dogs are senile & toothless & long-gone, till hamsters overrun our HOME, till our kitchen is covered with decades of soot, till you get sick of my cooking, till the day you can't read the comic strips on Sunday Times and need me to recite and enact for you, till we have consumed 10million Crystal Jade paus between us, till you've completely run out of cute lines, till we are so decrepit we can't chew porridge, till... we bid each other our temporal farewells... I love you.

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