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Saturday, February 24, 2007

Oh my, oh my.. i think i'm getting happier and happier, laughing more and more day by day..
even when I lose money when playing In Between,
even when I lose money when playing Ban-Lat,
even when the post-lady (not postman, cos that's a lady) knocks on my door early in the morning,
even when the lion dance troupe keeps going "dong!" "chang!" downstairs in the morning,
and even when my room was "flooded" with water due to a faulty pipe (as Dad was washing the air-con before that), which took me the W-H-O-L-E DAY to clean it up the water.
(I could even joke to Dad that, since water 水 = money 财, the water (clean water, of course) that "decides" to go the wrong way and get into my room goes to show that I gonna be rich for the whole year. HUAT AH!! alright, I'm crazy.)

I'm laughing so much and so loudly that I think...
I use up all the energy I gained frm eating my Mac meal in just one laugh,
my whole block can hear my laughter,
and my dad would just wake up anytime from his sleep just to slap me so that I can stop laughing.

Anyway, I just had a good laugh (laughing at myself), telling mummy about the registered mail incidents I had:

Incident 1
The post-lady(PL) came one day, pressing the doorbell and knocking on the door n th times before I woke up and opened the door. (I couldn't brush my teeth before opening the door for fear that she would leave soon.)
PL: Good Morning!
Me: *smile*
PL: Please sign here.
Me: *smile*
PL: Thank you.
Me: *smile*

Incident 2
The post-lady came again on another day, and was pressing the doorbell and knocking on the door n th times again before I woke up. Similarly, I couldn't brush my teeth before opening the door for the same reason.
PL: Happy CNY!
Me: *smile*
PL: Please sign here.
Me: (dunno where to sign) *lean backwards, talking with mouth opened to a size that's probably big enuff only for a drinking straw (not the bubble tea one) * Where?
PL: Here.
Me: *smile*
PL: Thank you. Bye Bye.
Me: *smile*

Alright, it might sound like nothing to some, but I think I look so funny stupid can. Hah!
By the way, can someone tell the postman/post-lady working in my area not come so early the next time?

Thanks in advance.


I am happy~

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