good evening! TWFT topic was 'god loves you, he really does!', no plodding total from em until PIG mum finally buys me another pedometer, and no spam count for the weekend either, coz i'm still waiting for dinner! wow, it's almost 8:30pm, too ... actually, nope, PIG mum's just summoned me for dinner, so i'll bbl with the spam count for the weekend, okies? time is now ... 8:27pm
good evening! time is now ... 8:58pm, and the spam count for the weekend is 48. anyways, what happened today?
-PIG mum dug em up. i used the pot :P and got kitted. PIG mum made !(whenever you see a !, it means: PLEASE! GO NOW! to the top of thursday's post to see what i REALLY want to write, but have sadly been TOO HEAVILY CENSORED by PIG mum. ><) walkout to the gobbling :P table.
-breakfast was a slice of toast, with a lil orange marmalade that i spread myself. of course, PIG mum forced poor ela to brace against the plate as era spread. i drank a lukewarm cup of milo 'incorrectly', seeing as i wouldn't get another chance to today.
-parents made ! me walk to the car. poor em was forced to buckle her own seatbelt all day, and we also listened 1656 AM all day. it's that mandarin speaking channel. dear dad tootled us off to church, the three of us obediently repeating the mandarin phrases that were being taught. sth about getting a wake-up call at 7 in the morning while staying at a hotel?
-PIG mum made ! me walk all the way down to the service hall.
-no communiopn today; PIG mum made ! me walk to the loo. like your :P turn, the handrail is on the left side. meaning PIG mum gleefully forced poor ela to hang on while she ordered me to dak myself, continued to force poor ela to hold on while i was having a tinkle, and still forced poor ela to hold on as she forced me to pull my daks up. then she made ! me walk over to wash and dry both hands, before she made ! me walk over to take a seat at the morning tea area. first though, we stopped by at the morning tea table to grab some food; i got one of my favourite yellow bikkies, a chunk of donut and an orange jellybean; PIG mum grabbed a black jellybean and spent the next half an hour whinging to everyone how disgusting it tasted.
-i took a seat at the morning tea area; aunty winnie pang came over then got chewed out by PIG mum for feeding me a cream wafer.
-I had a yak to pole plop about the newest westlife CD! some aunty also came over and told me how era should massage ela often, to help her become smarter.
-after organising lunch at pole's house (lol, peter pie ordered pole to head back home first to turn the air con on first (so it'll be all nice and cool when they all arrived. :P), PIG mum made ! me walk up back to the car. thanks to lee who accompanied us up.
-dad tootled us off to plaza. he dropped off PIG mum and i off first, then went to repark the car.
-but i saw naz at work! so of course i went to him for a kebab! actually, some other boy served me first, but i told him, "sorry, i'll wait for naz." so a yummy chicken kebab for me; i'd asked for a regular, but trust PIG mum to snap "snack" at him. oh well, naz still stuffed it nice and fat for me! so much so, that it fell apart near the end and i needed a fork to eat the rest! i fed PIG mum a slice of lettuce; dad and i also traded a chip for a chomp. lee sat with us, so of course, poor em got dissed by PIG mum. lol, i honestly cannot remember his older bro's name! lee sth too, i think?
-parents made ! me walk back up the escalator and dad tootled us home.
-PIG mum made ! me walk into the bathroom, of course also forcing me to dak myself. but thanks to her who handed me a mug of water, which i was very careful to hold 'correctly', of course. i did a stinky unspeakable, wiping myself too. PIG mum came back to force me to pull my daks back up, made ! me walk around to flush the loo. i clung to the towel rack, went to wash and dry my right hand. PIG mum made ! me walk over to the wall, gleefully forced me to bend awkwardly to flick on the computer switch, then made ! me walk back to the computer.
-you know, now, she even refuses to let me sit in my armchair while i'm online? >< argh, i guess the feeling of being safe is now a thing of the past. nevermind, i'll survive. as long as PIG mum's happy/satisfied, i'll endure. -so i tootled online until dad ordered a break. i ended up lounging on the couch. there was nothing good on television (i guess the afternoon news is only on the weekdays?), so i asked dad to please put in that ten years of westlife DVD that janice had given me. only he couldn't find it ... :S so i watched the one that pole plop had lent me when i was in BIRU, one of them performing in stockholm.
-i watched seven's news at 6pm, read out by sharyn ghidella, sport by shane webcke and weather by john schluter. the most interesting surname i found was 'habib'.
-mean PIG mum made ! me walk to the laundry for my shower without my AFO. oww ... ><
-but a nice warm shower - we washed my hair today. PIG mum forced poor ela to scrub various body parts 130+ times. ah well, i'd tucked poor little ela's thumb in for roughly an hour while i was watching the westlife concert.
-i dried, creamed and rekitted myself. PIG mum finished with my left ted and laces, then made ! me walk back out to the computer. i tootled back online as PIG mum cooked dinner.
-PIG mum made ! me walk over to the gobbling :P table for dinner. rice tonight, with lotsa little tong vegetable and a few chunks of yummy chicken. of course, PIG mum forced poor ela to hang onto the bowl while i ate, oh well.
-dinner was washed down with a mug of - blood! nah, it's really called berry fusion. but the colour much resembles blood. :p and i was extra careful to hold this cup 'correctly', of course. i also copped my weekly tirade from PIG mum for sending an email to jess, asking her out for lunch. oh well.
-anyways, NAB clinic toms. must remember to write an xmas card to sam and anjana! we're going to aunty anna's for a hairchop toms (she's from laos) and thankfully, no hydro. phew. :) hope everyone has a smashing week!
cheers,
em. ^^
P.S. ~!@#$%
P.P.S. i found and corrected 2 errors in my post tonight.
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