A caring friend and my first vain-pot entry

I received an email from AP yesterday, who noticed my unusual behaviour of not replying to his email so he checked on me through this blog and followed up with another email to my college account. I was surprised and also very touched when I found out that this dear friend whom I’ve not seen since October 2003 actually went the extra mile to check that I am truly alright.

Another surprise came when I read his first email delivered my hotmail account and found out that he actually sent me a postcard from Tunisia while he was on conference!! I couldn’t even recall if I had mentioned to him about my little hobby of collecting stamped (/em) postcards from around the world and even if I did, it was so long ago, so I’m really happy that he remembered. Unfortunately, when I last checked, the postcard has not arrived in my pigeon hole … yet… I hope my postcard is just late because of slow african mail service and not because it has been eaten by camels. *sob sob*

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To AP:

I’m so sorry, I’ve not been checking my hotmail account, hence missed the first email you’ve sent. Hope you didn’t think I was ignoring you! (unless you sent me something truly horrible?!? Just kidding, I know you won’t! :)) For the record, I like funny postcards too and I think I’ll be very happy with your first choice of a camel decorated with Tunisian symbols. Anything that puts a smile on my face can’t be bad yah? Thanks for checking on me and before this blur queen forgets, Happy Birthday!! (I’m referring to the one coming up in June)

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Since I’ve been neglecting my blog, I thought it will appropriate that I write one now but my life has been an endless routine of WES ‘work-eat-sleep’, almost harboring on the fringe of extreme boredom, hence I found myself out of ideas of what to write. Well, there has been one nagging issue on my mind all day, and it is the BIG RED PIMPLE under my nose.

So…. perhaps I should write about that?

Why? Because I couldn’t stop thinking about it, because it hurts whenever I blow my nose (suffering from hay fever right now), because every time I look into the mirror I am taken aback by its rate of growth and because it has been urging me to give it a little scratch every few minutes, as if I need a reminder of its irritating pus-filled existence.

So there, of all the topics that I could have chosen, here’s my first vainpot entry talking about pimples *roll eyes*, or rather, The Pimple *ouch* and I hope you’ll never have to read another silly pimple entry from me again.