A huge thanks to everyone who responded in the last entry. I really appreciate it 🙂

I wanted to write about a funny SMS convo I had with Mr. Yeo but my ever-loving Father spoiled my mood so I’ll do my best to deliver it, hoping that you’ll feel my tickle when I read for myself.

[start scene]
ME happens to look at Mr. Yeo’s Friendster photos and sees a picture of Shiri Appleby with the captions “Shiri… Will you MARRY ME??” and…

ME: YOU WANT SHIRI TO MARRY YOU??!!?!?!?!?!
Mr. Yeo: ???? No! I was kidding! something something (I can’t remember) I’d rather marry you!
ME: Too late. You can have Shiri…

At this point of time, Mr. Yeo decides to call ME.

ME: Hello?
Mr. Yeo: Look, I can explain everything!
ME: (confused) Huh? You called just for that?!
Mr. Yeo: Yeah, you sounded upset…
ME: I was kidding lah! You can just SMS me!
Mr. Yeo: But—!
ME: Aiya just SMS okay? I’m kinda busy at the moment.
Mr. Yeo: Oh, okay. Bye then.
ME: Bye.
[end scene]

After that, in a fit of frustration, (no thanks to ever-loving Father) I deleted the remaining text messages and I’m too upset to recall how it all ended.

Anyhow, Amanda Y. finally, finally sent me pictures of our outing last Thursday with Jo, Sof and Sof’s guy Up.

After a foot-long Turkey Bacon, Ham and Bacon Melt, sharing a Giant Earthquake with four others, exchanging news and updating each other on our lives, and—not to forget—getting Sof to spill the beans on Up’s pickup line (“Eh, you from TP too?”) I pronounced myself satisfied with a full tummy.

Couple Up and Sof.

Amanda, Jo and Me.
This is how crappy I look with less than four hours of sleep the night before.

Our Giant Earthquake.