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It was Christmas Eve.

D’oh!

Alex, Samantha and I thought we’d have dinner together for Christmas. All three of us were working. The only day off was on Christmas Eve, so we brought dinner forward. To be honest, I was there only to eat. I did no part.

Boo!
Lazy bum me! Not shy…

This is what I did to “jazz up” my room.

This is what I saw when I got into the apartment. Can you say, “Full Force Ahead”?

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Woke up at 3am…to go to the loo.

Anyway, yesterday I had the saddest dream and I cried in it.
Well, more like bawled.

The dream was about family, lost+found, abandonment, betrayal, shock, failure – all in separate flashes of events in my dream.

Don’t leave me here.
I definitely did not want to stay in that dream – it was awful.
[Photo taken in December 2008 - I was trying to look scared at the thought of being locked in the woodshed - but I've got a slight smirk here. ]

It’s going to be a drag going to work today. I’m not used to working the full shift with the one-hour lunch break anymore. Unnecessary waste of time when I could skip it and instead, come home earlier.

Drag drag drag.

Complain complain complain.

I’m just not a morning person. Wish I was.
This is me still at home, and I’m already thinking, “I can’t wait to get home after work and sleep.”
Though, when I get back from work, I’m alert as ever.

…is the oldest text sitting in my SentFolder at the moment?

You see, sometimes when someone sends me a text, it doesn’t get to me in time – not because of the phone line provider (sometimes anyway! ), it’s because my phone would be at it’s 100% storage capacity for text messages. Total text messages sitting in my phone, in all folders. I don’t know how many it can store but I read somewhere it’s about 1000 or something.

Why would I have so many messages in FeRbile (yes, I have a name for it, too!)?
It’s not because I’m extremely popular that I get 1k texts at a time or in one day…it’s because I’m a hoarder! A sentimental one, at that. I couldn’t find a (free) software that I could use to download and save my messages – so I painstakingly transfer it onto my computer by TYPING it out.

Why do I torture myself?!

I mm seh tak delete them without having a copy – it’s like letters. You don’t throw them out after reading them, right?

I know it will come a time when I have to give them up (or hopefully find a software to help) and finally have some sanity back.

I chose yesterday to clear everything and chanced upon the oldest sent message (that I did not get to “transfer” to the computer because it was a picture message – that’s another ball game…I have to save and transfer photo from message to computer first, etc ).

Anyone would like to guess before clicking on “(more…)”? Guess the date/year and recipient of said picture message?

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Okay, that was misleading.

More like BBQ with a VIEW of the beach.

This happened a month ago. When Samantha asked if I wanted to go to their place for BBQ, I jumped at it (of course)…why not?

Sam cooking up a storm.
We were quite to n00b lor. When Alex came back from work, I think he couldn’t stand the sight of us doing it all wrong and he took over.

Here we were, tiny balcony. Watching the sunset and eating BBQ-ed meat.
If you think you can do it, you can do it!
Small balcony also can!

In the background is Bluff Hill(?), not quite the “beach” view. You could refer to picture one and imagine it again.

Sam concentrating on piping the whipped cream.

Easiest dessert!
Buy brandy snap in box and buy cream. Whip cream and pipe. Tadaaa!

It’s no wonder I’m not losing weight…