Finally, Donkoi transported the super single bed over to my house. Fitting it with my single mattress had leaved an aisle space on my left. Gladly, the space is filled with my animal kingdom.
Anyway, I am a night owl now due to may be two reasons - 1. The cupboards have switched place with my previous bed location. The ambiance of the room has changed. 2.I had slept too much in the afternoon. I think the second reason is more likely.
So happened that before my little room feng shui reposition, I initiated a tidy-up-room motion. I tidied up my accessories box and realized that I am a "rubbish-keeper"; all the missing one-side earrings and unwanted necklaces. Due to the sentimental values behind each of them, I still reluctant to throw them away. "Chiang!" Suddenly, an idea popped-up in my mind. I used them to become the decoration of my hand phone. (I lost my Piggy deco during last week food fair event. sob-sob.)
Anyway, I don't know when I dragged out my university folder, which consists of yearbook and a notebook that I passed around for friends to write about me. Reading through the notebook, I found out that I had a bunch of kind-hearted as well as humorous university friends, who wrote good words about me and told our shared experiences in super hilarious/animated/exaggerated way. I must bring the book to show them the next time we meet up. I think I want to read those books I wrote in as well. Though I did not write many back then, I at least know a few names now. Get ready your books, people. Casey, you did not leave me any note. Lucky me, I guess. If not, I think my book will be stink with your hardly-wash jeans smell.
The next item if I still can't sleep would be OLD love letters from Mr Donkoi. Not to say that we are old couples, but nowadays written letters are rare from him or anyone. Imagine that the latest thing he wrote to me was a birthday card with 9 words, including his signature. This usually happened when you become fatter and less attractive in the sense of your body shape. *faint*
Enough of crap, I know Billy hate reading words in the blog. Thus, I better stop now. :-) Good night to me, to you.
Anyway, I am a night owl now due to may be two reasons - 1. The cupboards have switched place with my previous bed location. The ambiance of the room has changed. 2.I had slept too much in the afternoon. I think the second reason is more likely.
So happened that before my little room feng shui reposition, I initiated a tidy-up-room motion. I tidied up my accessories box and realized that I am a "rubbish-keeper"; all the missing one-side earrings and unwanted necklaces. Due to the sentimental values behind each of them, I still reluctant to throw them away. "Chiang!" Suddenly, an idea popped-up in my mind. I used them to become the decoration of my hand phone. (I lost my Piggy deco during last week food fair event. sob-sob.)
Anyway, I don't know when I dragged out my university folder, which consists of yearbook and a notebook that I passed around for friends to write about me. Reading through the notebook, I found out that I had a bunch of kind-hearted as well as humorous university friends, who wrote good words about me and told our shared experiences in super hilarious/animated/exaggerated way. I must bring the book to show them the next time we meet up. I think I want to read those books I wrote in as well. Though I did not write many back then, I at least know a few names now. Get ready your books, people. Casey, you did not leave me any note. Lucky me, I guess. If not, I think my book will be stink with your hardly-wash jeans smell.
The next item if I still can't sleep would be OLD love letters from Mr Donkoi. Not to say that we are old couples, but nowadays written letters are rare from him or anyone. Imagine that the latest thing he wrote to me was a birthday card with 9 words, including his signature. This usually happened when you become fatter and less attractive in the sense of your body shape. *faint*
Enough of crap, I know Billy hate reading words in the blog. Thus, I better stop now. :-) Good night to me, to you.