Thursday, July 29, 2004
Another lost life: Superslims
bad news. i've just been informed by my dear amoy street uncle that they're discontinuing my favourite brand of ciggies from next month onwards.IM TOTALLY UPSET. apparently Superslims (by American Cigarette Company) is pulling out of spore cos they refused to submit to the grotesque ciggie cover revamp. i wonder if it'll make smokers quit tho cos from my viewpoint, it's simply gonna increase sales of ciggie cases only. unless they increase the darn prices again...NOW that did help me cut down.
back to the sweet uncle at amoy street. he rounds off the little cents on my ciggies. i was really touched when i he told me about the news and kept a carton specially for me. i know he prob just wanted to "get rid" of it but still...*sigh* the little things that people do to make me go mush.
bee wrote this at 6:29 PM
how many morons does it take to run an event?
perhaps i should start with a summary lest no one understands what i'm gonna be bitching bout.XXX's my client and we get tons of people requesting the XXX kiosk at their events blah blah. this particular one at event A majorly pissed me off. i'm full of sympathy for Guy A who's been our "middleman".
the liason officer for the carnival is one classic case of moronism at its best.
at 8pm on a friday nite, i took an hour kindly explaining the nitty grittys to mr XXX. fine. then XXX told Guy A the next day that i didn't tell him anything at all. note: XXX absorbs details at the speed of 15km/h.
next, this annoying dude wanted me to "recce" the entire carnival site on a sat noon of which HELLO its not our friggin prob as long as the kiosks are placed within the carnival itself.
then last nite, i received a call from poor Guy A at 1am in the mornin to tell me that mr XXX had decided not to get the kiosks cos he can't afford the transportation costs. AND then XXX had the guts to kick up a fuss and demanded what's Guy A to do now that they have an empty booth??
me and Guy A are like HELLO. U DIDN'T WANT THE KIOSKS, SO U COME UP WITH A SOLUTION TO FILL THE SPACE. DUHHHHHHH. what the @#$@ was that dude thinking??? *oh lordy*
If any of u noticed, i had kindly censored some portions in case u think i like being mean. but then again, i am a mean girl. *at times*
bee wrote this at 9:16 AM
Wednesday, July 28, 2004
my "love hate" relationship
i've left the conventional advertising industry 2 months ago and am beginning to miss the painful yet exciting world of advertising already.advertising had been my savoir for the past 3 years and making this switch to go into PR and marketing just seemed kinda odd now. like i'm missing something. my craving for adrenalin rushes and the like have been bouncing in and out of my head for the past week. seeing massive openings at batey/ red cell didn't help much.
advertising isn't really as bad as what most people think. look! we get to brainstorm @ creative briefings, reviews, pitches, bitch bout ass hole art directors, pain -in- arse "pseudo" group account heads, annoying silly clients who write their own copy when they can't string proper sentences together, idiot suppliers who give you wrong colour seps on material submission days *god this one is HORROR*, idiot management who think clients still believe in confirming 25 insertions for the year or clients who want the world and think ad space's worth only $1.99 and creative FOC? where in the world are their fucking brains?
these stories may sound horrifying but i think i like this nightmare. cos knowing that you can survive it all and come through shining like paris hilton simply makes your day. especially when you're 60 and someone asks you what's your life been for the past decade?
bee wrote this at 9:23 AM
Tuesday, July 27, 2004
Heineken 320
janice and andrew
me and mak on the way to the gig. pic taken by janice
One of those nites where we ended up with huge tummies from all that beer guzzling. strangely, the outdoor gig wasn't much of a great turn-out as its regular heineken green room sessions. but we had our fun despite that... especially with the lovely sea facing room @ the Marina Mandarin.
bee wrote this at 10:08 PM
My bohemian lovelies
me and dora @ Balaclava 23 July 2004.
missed her so much after her 5 week posting abroad. ever since our beloved Mun's departure at Centro, we started hanging out at Balaclava on Fri nites instead. which is a good thing cos it means we longer have hangovers on thurs mornings. that was shit hell... then again. maybe not... if we have team building on sat morns. we'll fry in hell for that moment of intoxication. but we'll get by it.
terrance
one of the very few bohemians in this island of stuffy singaporean men (majority of them to be PC). or otherwise known as dora's cousin. he's an absolute joy to be with especially when we're on the same high after a couple of drinks. it's pure joy picking chicks up with dora and introducing them to terrance, hell we just made his life much easier didn't we?
chiawei at Indochine after dinner. my super artist dancer mate whom i only see twice a year (she's studying dance in arhnem holland). we always spend hours and hours pouring our love lives to each other it's no wonder we always end up teary eyed each time we part. she's such a sweetheart, always bringing me little gifts from holland. woman, i love that rosebud salve you brought back this time round. as for the turquoise leggings, i'll need a little more guts to wear those out. i'm no longer the hippie i was 3 years back you know... *hugs*
bee wrote this at 9:30 PM
Sunday, July 25, 2004
that old feeling.
It's strange how single people are generally less anal if they found the "love of a good woman/ man". i witnessed an old acquaintance who had been glowing from ear to ear having been recently attached. Terrance then told me his friend's "happy quotient" went up from 4 to 8 after finding his significant other. The challenge is not about love itself but rather about finding a good or right person who would give you that thing called LOVE. It was heartening to hear and we were happy for him. The very same night, dora decided to find out about our own futures by bugging Jacky to read our palms.I should never have relented cos what he told me was something which i've feared most. that i was destined to be single for the rest of my life. I know i should not believe in such airy fairy predictions on my future but to have the same prediction over the last 9 years by 4 different people is indeed freaking me out. And certain recent incidents had me pretty upset and angry at myself for being in a similar situation which i've sworn never to be in if i had the choice. and i HAD that choice. and i found myself crying during that night again.
kyle's parting words six years ago finally hit me. "You're too hard on yourself and your expectations of others. learn to let yourself go and someday you'll thank yourself for that." I never did quite understood what he meant but i think i do now. i've been pushing myself so very hard for the past 3 years and its toll had finally caught up. this insane need to prove myself to no one is driving me to up the wall. who am i proving and justifying myself to? me. because i cannot fail to...myself. i can now understand why Kyle left everything behind six years ago to pursue the life of a nomad. i was much younger then and could not forgive him for his seemingly selfish actions. but i do now. because it's totally fucked up staying here and knowing the constant would never change.
bee wrote this at 9:10 PM
Thursday, July 22, 2004
Nite out
me and mak @ zouk. i love it when he does that. he's such as sweetheart.
bee wrote this at 11:02 PM
perth aint the same
dom n me in perth 2003. i made a visit back in march this year and stayed with a new acquaintance and it just didn't seem really "right", not without my bunch of gd ole mates. funny huh? when i always thought of myself as an independent person yadda yadda and perth would be the same as before... missed the drinking nights out with tammy and celine at the metros. even missed the arcade (zone something...).. but i only go there cos bryan drags me there every weekend *seriously do i look like i play arcade games?* missed hiding botts of alcohol in the car and getting pissed at the carparks in the city..missed tim sums too..missed fish n chips at apple cross with suann...missed driving along freeway south...missed partying @ triple crown ...missed driving from jandakot bk to student v in the wee mornings...missed the lighthouse...missed mackers @ freo oval..missed the little bookstores and vintage stores in freo...missed the art films at luna...missed being happy.
bee wrote this at 10:08 PM
Buds. What will i do without them? Part 2- XY
pish and celine. my life lines at murdoch. trish...i've never had the chance to really know her until we got to murdoch. she, celine, tam and me were the only unlucky ones stuck at the old flats on campus. but i've never regretted it cos it made us closer. trish and i bonded cos of the "mandy's muffin make new friends with americans only crusade". it was lonely for the first couple of weeks...we had no one else close to us so bitching bout the "american wannabe" was rather therapeutic. then celine came bk..and tam... it was heap loads of joy... esp in winter when we rotted in each others' rooms...pigged out on boston mudcakes (perhaps that's only me)... potluck at celine's flat...oh gosh...kwee chong the chef resident who made excellent curry..."eew sau" with the DISTINCT ozzie accent...the guy in trish's flat whose room smells foul...the 18 year old chick in my flat who smoked pot in her room and gave me free whiffs everyday.....the awful looking sporean girl with thick red lips and long hair that freaked us out by combing her hair in the balcony during late nights..gosh i forgot her name..she was "legendary"...lol
i digress. missed going to trish's place off campus where she's got this fucked up parking space up the slope..come on..my car's a junk...even putting it in first gear doesn't keep it stationery. i've yet to thank trish for her smashing pumpkins and the matrix cd which pulled me thru the entire afterword and cataloguing of appendixes for my thesis. if there's anything i could have right now...it'll be to be right back in perth, stu v, flat 70, rm 1, smoking my reds and having that cuppa with my gd ole girl friends.
bee wrote this at 10:08 PM
Wednesday, July 21, 2004
Black umbrellas
According to pseudo feng shui master Mr Melvin Sim, his daughter is not allowed to carry or own a black umbrella as it signifies bad luck."I'm getting a black umbrella, the ugly umbrellas at home clashes with every outfit of mine."
"You cannot carry or buy black umbrellas. It's bad luck."
"What kind of bad luck?"
"It's no good."
"Why? Surely there's a reason?"
"It's just no good."
"BUT WHY?"
"Even your grandma doesn't carry black umbrellas."
"Since when has the color of umbrella Ah-ma carries got to do with me getting a black one?"
"I'm telling you it's no good, its bad luck, its suay, so DO NOT bring one into the house."
And hence, i'm not allowed to bring any black umbrellas home as long as i'm staying under his roof. But what totally pissed me off is his lack of reason in his superstitious belief and his denial that the logic is silly.
I've always respected chinese history and its myriad form of superstitions. I avoid stepping on scattered ashes on the grounds because i believe they are offerings made from the deceased's family. So as a form of respect to the dead, i skip over the ashes. And i always try to remember saying "excuse me" when stepping into quiet places (entering hotel rooms) just in case there's a lingering spirit resting in there. But to tell me that i'm not allowed to carry black umbrellas just because its "suay", that i cannot comprehend.
Is it cos people at funerals carry black umbrellas to send the deceased off during rainy days? or does it mean lonely spirits like to seek "shelter" under black umbrellas? does that also mean we cannot wear black as it too signifies death and its solemn environment? *btw, my dad does not own a single piece of black clothing, accessory nor shoe.*
Beliefs supported by logical explainations is ok. but blind beliefs just doesn't sit well with me. and i will argue till the cows come home for that (with the exception of this morning cos i refuse to start my Wed morn being foul).
And so, Ms Sim shalt not carry a black umbrella into her Sim family home at Serangoon, Singapore.
bee wrote this at 9:04 AM
Tuesday, July 20, 2004
Chocolate and alcohol
tony and me @ Chocolate & Alcohol gig
it was my first attempt at throwing a house party (dora volunteered weiguan's house for this). lesson learnt? keep the numbers at a minimum, house must always be air-conditioned and chocs and alcohol are terrible together. it just made all of us crave for the h20 by the end of the nite...the second house party at tam's was much better (minus the chick who puked on the lovely white sofa). should convince tam to do a xmas themed party this year. at least we can get ourselves drunk silly without burning a hole in our already shallow pockets.
bee wrote this at 10:22 PM
Monday, July 12, 2004
Christmas
Booze party Xmas 2002 at dora's. chess has never been so stressful.
my lovely tree.
Everything about Christmas is special. What i really want for christmas this year is to go for midnite mass at st benedict's ...which i didn't get to go last year cos dora mistook mass timings and we were too late...it would've been real sweet i reckon.oh well, hope this christmas would be special *cross fingers*
bee wrote this at 10:46 PM
Buds. What will i do without them? Part 1- XX
dominic with pink hair 3 years ago.
dom and tony. we've known each other since we were 17. Chia wei and i like calling dominic "domdom". It sounds real silly i know. or when we're really in the mood to annoy each other, its "jiyeh". His fav line's "What thing what thing, tell me tell me". The only male bud besides Tony (below) who bothered replying my postcards in perth. Bless your souls.
tony my vox pop buddy
And i still remembered the nite dom got drunk on one beer at pizza bellaroma in freo. Or the expression on his face (and deric's booming shouts) when bertram and i dashed across the road to zouk and almost got knocked over by a speeding car. He's an absolute treasure cos he's the friend who will never judge you and would instead draw diagrams and little stick pictures to explain his POV when your brain gets real dense at 2am in the mornin.
dom in loo @ vultures in perth city. pic taken by tony.
He once told me and tony that money would make him very very happy. no disputes bout that. wait till my pr gets approved, then its your turn to enjoy melbourne as a freeloader till u become a millionaire. but u must make it a point to remember me when u hit the first mil and buy me the grand dinner u promised.
i'm still trying to conjure a wish list to pass tony before he leaves on his 3 month sabbatical in 20 days time. He's the kooky bud who gave me things which no one else ever thought of giving:
- jap mags from taiwan army trips
- wooden carved figurines for xmas
- EVIROB Pink Bomb Shell for bday (apparently, it reminded him alot of me)
- Doll from vintage store in perth
- "e" by Matt Beaumont. Hey don't we all wish we worked at Miller Shanks too?
i always looked forward to swopping xmas gifts with tony. his presents always made me smile.
bee wrote this at 10:37 PM
Dad
my foul tempered dad.Check his teeth out. They may be terribly aligned but hell, at the age of 51, they're pretty dynamite. Yes. He does most of the crab chores at the seafood meals.
k that wasn't why i wrote bout my dad.the objective was to bitch bout his manners on the road.
As usual, the ride to work today was totally nerve wrecking. He was driving at a deliberate speed as the car on his left who's been wanting to keep right for the longest time. Simply refuses to let the poor dude in. Why? Personal reasons, didn't like "the guy's face"????
His philosophy of driving as dictated below:
One Do not give way to Mercedes drivers. they are snobbish and will never thank you for giving way.
Two Do not give way to lorries and cabbies. cos they are reckless drivers??? and cos they've never given him way either i reckon.
Three Do not give way to lady taitai drivers cos they're the worst of the lot (probably bought the license somewhere) and can't drive for nuts.
Four Do not squeeze your way in front of his car without signalling. He will not hesitate to squeeze alongside with you until the sides are close enough for you to look at the driver and see his white hair (unless you're a lorry or old wreck).
Five All bikers are a nuisance (cos they always appear in his blind spot when he needs to switch lanes, that i call it "suay")
Five Always prepare your cash card for ERP entries etc. He will not hesitate to BLAST the horns till the security guards are roused from sleep.
That's my dad. The rude pig male driver.
bee wrote this at 10:31 PM
Things that make me smile
1. Watching a little boy hold his sister's hand across the road2. Great caffeine boost in the mornin with harry connick jnr singing
3. The smell of rain
4. Buyin tissues from senior citizens (and end up being a potential tissue seller myself)
5. Buying sale items for a quarter of the original price. Nothing beats a good steal.
6. watching old loving couples at cafes.
7. When my buds pull silly stunts.
8. Walking in the rain
9. Sitting in the plane during take-off.
10. a good dream the night before.
11. Watching a child watch TV.
12. Annoying my dad ten fold when he pisses me off.
13. Sweet love words on a gloomy lazy Mon afternoon.
sweetie and me
14. Good dessert followed by dinner (i work my menu backwards).
15. Passengers who keep quiet despite my many attempts to straighten the car out after reversing in (there are some days where your hands and brain just do not co-ordinate).
bee wrote this at 10:21 PM
Sunday, July 11, 2004
Do you play 5 10?
long time friend celine who holds the record of my embarrassing chapters
Date: Friday 8 July
Time: Elevenish
Scene of unfortunate event: Wine Bar
Scenario:
Bartender approaches Celine and me with lychee martinis.
"Sorry it's not ours, we've had enough for the night..." Belynda to bartender.
"This is from the guy lar."(points to a huge ah beng at a table next to us) - btw, can't remember his name. Next to me, I can hear Dean sniggering.
"Er, ok, thanks..." (celine and me to ah beng) Us girls then conveniently continued with our conversation with ah beng hovering behind.
15 min later after an uncomfortable "pretense", celine and i decided to DOWN the martini and thank ah beng again.
"Do you play 5 10?" (ah bengs asks me in a desperate attempt at conversation)
"i don't PLAY 5 10." (i wanted to roll my eyes, celine almost laughed)
"No lar, don't need you to drink, how about scissors, paper, stone. That one you know right?" (ah beng is indeed teetering on my already pissy mode)
"i do not play any games at any clubs AT ALL." (turned back to celine and rolled my eyes big time)
2 secs later Celine and I are on our way out. At the same time, i'm trying to convince Celine that this has NOT happened before.
30sec later. Celine and me ended up at Copthorne's lounge bar listening to some awful off-pitched female filipino singer (what a surprise they're usually really good) amidst old ang mors and indian men.
*sigh* just another episode for Celine to document under the files of "Hsin Yen's loser situation 1990-till date".
bee wrote this at 7:48 PM
Friday, July 09, 2004
Deranged acts of love
I found this depressing article on CNN this morning.A man named Bernard Heginbotham was aquitted for slitting the throat of his wife with a 12- month community rehab.
Aldous Huxley once said "What we love will kill us". A man was free to go because of his attempt at suicide (after the murder. The judge concluded that
"it was an act of desperation carried out in an effort to end her suffering while you were under intolerable pressure."
This made me sit up and wonder how I would've reacted if my husband of 67 years smothered me with a pillow with the intention of releasing me from further pain and discomfort. And would I thank him for this act of "kindness"? Or would I be disappointed in him for not fighting this battle with me?
Something to think about...
bee wrote this at 10:11 AM
Happiness is...
when my PR in Melbourne gets approved.
when i get my own home in South Yarra.
when i get my dream car (right now its the zippy red VW cabriolet).
my dream wheelies for now
when i lose the darn 5kg.
when i spend a white xmas at a jazz bar with my loved one in San Francisco or NY.
when i get married to someone whom i'll wake up to everyday and feel like its the first day we met.
when i have kids or adoption if i end up as a single mom.
when i retire and can learn to plant roses without worrying if i have the time to nurture them.
when i die realising i've had all the above.
bee wrote this at 12:49 AM
Death Test
I'm a huge fan of psychology test sites. Dubious in nature but I constantly find myself drawn to things that can apparently predict my future. A Death Test in particular.The Spark.com
"I'm afraid we have some bad news. please, you might want to stay seated."
I'm expected to die on JANUARY 29, 2033 @ the age of 54 years old.
On that fateful day ,I'll most likely die from:
Cancer 36%
Alien abduction 13%
Alcoholism 12%
Homicide 6%
Contagious Disease 5%
Apparently, the average life expectancy of test takers is 67 years old.
Back to my death cause. I've taken a closer look at the prediction and much as I hate to say, there's an element of truth in each prediction:
Cancer- Most probably from lung cancer
Alien abduction- I'm queen of paranoia but that's cos I suffer from OCD. If I'm out alone, I'll look over my shoulder every 5min to check for unexpected psycho predators.
Alcoholism- With only martinis and choyas consumed, the risk ain't that high.
Homicide- Shit. This I fear. I would hate to see myself being a victim in the film 7.
Contagious Disease- This I leave to fate. For a short period of my life (when Sep 11 came), i read every possible bioterrorism special report and was contemplating purchasing a gas mask through mail order. My buddy truly thought I was overly stressed at work and dismissed my fear as a moment of madness.
So I reckon 54's a grand age for someone like me.
bee wrote this at 12:09 AM
Thursday, July 08, 2004
how to lose belynda in 3 days
One. Bad BO (im sorry but I've got a really sensitive nose and I would hate to have my hair smell of your pits by the end of the night)Two. Bad diction (ARE YOU ARTICULATING?)
Three. Pig manners at the table (need i explain?)
Four. Putting my friends down (i will not tolerate insolence to people who've been by my side for countless years)
Five. Not paying for anything at all each time we hang out (Dora would know who this freeloader is)
Six. Bad fashion sense (there's a thin line between attitude and sloppy shit)
Seven. Telling me to step out of the car so you can take over the wheels for parallel parking (its MY car and I will drive and park anywhere i want even if its 15 min away from the destination. YOU WILL WALK WITH ME)
Eight. Talking non stop (please. i get enough of talking at work so 2 min of silence every now and then is a blessing).
Nine. Lie in my face (esp when its obvious everyone knows the TRUTH already)
Ten. Not having enough guts to admit you've made a mistake (come on, homo sapien's fallible).
bee wrote this at 9:19 AM
Club peeves
List of things that piss the shit outta me on fri nights.Why do we have to pay to get into crap clubs?
Why are we made to queue for hours when it's blatantly obvious there is enough space in the club?
Why do some women carry handbags to clubs and place them in the middle of the dancefloor while they dance? (Around their handbags… duh. This happened alot in metropolis, perth)
Why do people here dance in circles? WHY? (This really pisses me off! It's a frigging waste of good floor space)
Why must we pay thrice for Redbull?
Why do idiots dance with drinks in their hands only to fling the remains of their drink at those around them?
Why wear open-toed shoes when you know someone's going to stomp on it somehow? *GUILTY*
Why are there always pricks with BIG dance moves standing next to me?
Why is there always a queue at the ladies?
Why is there always NO FUCKING toilet paper in the ladies?
bee wrote this at 12:31 AM
Self-recovery checklist
2 June 2001, Saturday, 12.30am.Is the pain here to stay?
It’s excruciatingly hard and emotionally painful trying to let go of the past. I’ve come to realise that one has to let go of the past by forgiving oneself first. It is only then that we can eventually move on with our respective lives.
Reading self-therapy books only helps in identifying the stage I’m in at this point in time. According to the book of “still in love and not over it” symptoms, I’ve fulfilled enough to slap myself for residing in the last stages of break-up.
One: Drinking too much (the bartenders know u on a first name basis and your favourite mixers.)
Two: Watching movies alone (amidst the stares of narrow minded singaporeans who think single people at theatres are psychos)
Three: Lonely café days (writing the depressing thoughts in your journal)
Four: Checking the phone for messages in a compulsive mode (every 5 min, i could've sworn the mobile vibrated).
Five: Calling him to tell him how much I missed him (only once when I was really pissed)
Six: Still calling him out (on the pretext of "simple dinners").
Seven: Pretending to message him wrongly on the pretext that he’d answer (superbly desperate attempt to hear his voice).
Eight: Clubbing excessively (losing yourself in the night)
Nine: Eating alone (cos you can't bear to talk to anyone).
Ten: Crying before I go to bed every night (and resulting in the oriental single eyelids).
Eleven: Not able to erase his number totally (which i've written down in an old phone book for old times sake).
bee wrote this at 12:20 AM
The First Resignation
4 March 2002 on a melancholic Monday.How strange. The man who had impressed me with his passion for advertising, then disappointed me with his materialistic motives, and now, once again, surprised me with his softer side. This man in subject is called Patrick. Patrick Lim.
My first interviewer, employer and now, a respected acquaintance. A short man he is. Little thatch of hair grazing the top of his head. Trendy or should I say funky blue rimmed glasses. Expensive shirt. Zegna tie (always). Jaeger on the richer days. No- name sports watch on the poorer days. And the pair of immaculately polished black shoes.
He is what I would call an “ad man”.
Funny how life turned out. Funny how people have so many different facets to them. I never thought much of him during my life at the agency. His money-oriented goals took the meaning of creativity and passion out of advertising. Then again, he is a self- made man. Growing up poor made him realize how harsh life is. How harsh people and friends are when you really need them.
Sweet of him to buy me a latte this afternoon. The conversation was mellow yet sweet. Felt a tinge of pity and sadness for a man who built up his own agency at the tender age of 23 to see it falling slightly apart now. Or maybe not. Not too sure how bad things are beneath that entire surface.
I have always reserved respect for the self made man and woman. Strong and intelligent. Courageous and street smart. Every lesson learnt is not forgotten. They learn it through the hard way that is why. No daddy to bail you out when your business fails. No godmother to slip the extras under the table. No buddy to tell you what or what not to do.
You live. And you learn.
Thank you for having that faith in me. For seeing me as a strong enough person who would succeed when left to step out on her own. Every young man or woman deserves to hear that. Because beneath all that determination and strength is just me. From the bottom of my heart, I thank you Mr. Lim.
Background music: All the good life by Tony Bennett
bee wrote this at 12:05 AM
The Lost Life GD93
11 August 2001, 7.40am. The lost life GD93.Lost my handphone last night. I never knew what it was like to depend on this little lifeline of technology that has grown so crucial in my life. For the first time in a long while have I felt this lost. I have not a clue as to how to deal with not being in contact with the world for the lost hours of last night until I get a new phone later.
I hate this dependency. On technology, on man, on whatever. It makes me feel like I’ve have lost a part of me. Like a man, a friend, a lover. He is the link in my life. He brings me to others and others to me. Losing him is just like losing my life. I miss my mobile, my cellular, my handphone, my life.
Technology sucks you in so deep you would not know what to do when it leaves you at a time it deems fit. My handphone thought so last night. Just when I thought of changing it to a much smaller and compact one, it seems to have understood my sentiments and silently left me.
He did not even say goodbye. I had so much love in him even if he was barely a year old. He took some time getting used to and now that I have lost him do I feel this sudden sadness and melancholy. I missed his cranky sms system, his lovely carousel music, his lightness. I only wish he found himself a better owner and that he or she would love him more than I did.
bee wrote this at 12:01 AM
