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Pap's & me :D (Viewer's discretion)
After much procastination I've finally pulled myself together to gather all my camping stuff & pack my bag for OBS. I'm having some pre-OBS symptoms right now. OBS's gonna be the longest camp I've ever been to. Okay at this very moment I sound like a mountain tortoise. Cos' on my OBS packing list there's this really awesome column which says "21 DAYS". Apparent enough, my 5D4N course is nothing compared to that. & Participants would have to bring letter pad & stamps for that overseas OBS. Which I had emotionlessly cancelled out from my list. The weight of my bag made me quiver when I tried to carry it. Originally, thought of bringing my shoe bag but I've carelessly returned WeiTing's boots to her in my shoe bag. So I guess I would have to make do with chucking my slippers & shoes into my bagpack.
Travelled to Giant with family today, with one main goal to get myself a pair of white canvas to be thrown away after our wet activities in the camp. But honestly I felt that Giant was too big to even find simple stuff like lighters. Firstly, I approached this helpful looking (not) lady on a ladder arranging some chips. I asked her where the lighters were. She said DIY section. So I got over there & saw nothing but fire starters. Then I asked another one which emoted a kind + magnanimous aura. She told me to look at the plate sections. For goodness sake I couldn't even find the plates. To no avail. Ha, so feeling really fervid I started to shake the squeeky thing available near the counter. You know the ones that kids play with. Produces this really infernal high-frequency squeek. Hah, I loved it.
Now, my gum's aching cos' of my previous appointment.
Now, I've got this gut inside me that says, "OBS is gonna kick my ass". Hard.
Now, I needa go get myself signed-up as a M1 member so that I can call 3 M1 friends for free :D
I have so many things to do tomorrow. I have to get my canvas. Afterwhich, I would have to purchase two bottles of insect repellent. Accompanying ChenNing to her chalet & the going to lunch with her. & Not forgetting last minute packing for last minute stuff into my bagpack. Gosh, I see myself paddling in a single kayak. Rollicking! :D
I was narrating this really touching story to Rachel the day we went to Marina Square & since I've got nothing better to do but to deposit whatever I can here, I'd like to pen (not really) it down here. So there's this girl who had a twin. So let's call the girl "A" & her angkukueh twin "B". So B had always been a rebellious girl & so she often asked A to replace her for tests/exams (they were enrolled in different school to prevent mixing them up). However, A didn't feel any inch of unfairness & helped her sister despite giving up her piano lessons.
So one day A had her piano exam, but B had a test & wanted A to very much take the exam for her. A felt that she could not leave her piano test like this & didn't substitute her sister. B got into a car accident after that, & A never felt her presence any longer. A had always been known as white, pure & demure. Whereas B often took the color black, mean & notorious.
With respect to that, A never played the black keys on her piano any longer. She missed all the notes needed on the black keys. Soon she grew up & took up her career as a policewoman. She met this guy, & told him her tragic part of her life losing her sister & why she never played the black keys...(now I shall fast forward to the really sad, melancholy part).
The guy passed away (yes, cry!). They shared a special relationship. One day, A opened up her piano once again. She found a piece of paper lying on her piano. It was written by the guy. The black keys on her piano were painted white. & The paper told her that now she can play all the notes on her piano without getting reminded of the painful, heartwrenching past. The guy had painted the piano totally white.
I watched Kungfu Panda with Mum today. I think he's so effing cute I wanna play that chopstick game with him. & I like Master "VooGwee (Wu gui)" too.
I LOVE PO, THE FAT PANDA.
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