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I change my tiny miny mouse to a lovey dovey mouse yesterday. Isn’t it cute? That is not the one I intended buying. I wanted something more boyish. But since this is the only available glaser mouse so I bought it. Hopefully it lights up my weekend.

I have decided to take out the previous entry - My Open Letter To You, Darl and keep it elsewhere. Some reader left me comments and said it was creepy. I know I shouldn’t care of what he say since it’s my blog, but I just got hurt of the words he said. I did receive sweet comments on the other hand. Sorry, I am not comfortable of putting it up anymore. *sigh*

My mousy (MOUSE CEE, yeah, that’s how the Hongkie call it) is gone kaput now.

That Intellimousy should be intelligent enough to be detected, but it went on and off many of times. I thought it was something wrong with my USB port but it is not apparently. So I decided to take out my super mini mousy to replace intelliMicrosoft mouse for a while until I buy a new one later. I still want to keep this special super mini mousy for my new laptop.

Proudly present to you by …. Lufthansa, the merchandise super mini mousy + USB light. NO, I won’t show off here, some people may get jealous of it later.

I think I am getting more and more desperate now. Thanks to all the conversation below.

Ever since my mom’s back, my house’s phone never seems to stop ringing. Almost every caller is looking for her and every call’s duration takes averagely 30 minutes. What do they talk?

“Ahh? Your daughter getting married? When?” My mom talked to her friend, A.

“Ehh, I am now only 45kg. For the past 6 months I worked on Yoga and eating healthily.” That’s definitely my mom.

I suppose A asked what she ate.

“I ate bran, oatmeals every morning and drink soya. I tell you it really works. Eh, you lah, must also watch out on your diet. Age is catching up, so better take care lah.” My mom encouraged A to exercise what she is currently doing.

Then, I heard…

“Ah? What? She got an ang-mo boyfriend and getting married also ar?”

“Good for her la, since she always likes going out with ang-mo.”

And then I over heard the conversation,

“He he, arrange someone for Mun Kit also la.”

OMG

You didn’t get it? Never mind.

QEIII is on her way back now as I am writing this. I shall see her face and hear her voice very soon when I reach home. This is the very first time I feel my heart beating fast because I have a mixed feelings here again. I don’t know how she looks now, I mean is her hair long, does she have more wrinkles now? Has she changed, at least don’t nag so much?

At a point of time, I miss her. Why I miss her shall all drill down to my younger sister. ‘Cuz my home needs a more authoritatve person to discipline the indisciplined ones. Not me, of course. But many of times, it affects me as well since the law enforcement is not really practised at home. The indisciplined ones still can get away with it. So poor me have to suffer every consequences of the mess they made. Nonetheless she still has her values as being my mother! She made nice soups….

Ok, for all I hope from her, NO NAGGING PLEASE.