Moving Day

Tomorrow (a Friday, by the way) is moving day (as you might have guessed)! Oh, yes. Between the hesitant, "this friday" to the unsure, "no, the next one", we have finally decided to get moving the HELL over with.

To say I am simply ecstatic about such... spontaneous a decision, though... is... very much the lie of the century.

I hate stuffing my junk into stupid cardboard boxes, hitching the road, and finally slumping over onto the floor only to reopen said stupid cardboard boxes full of said junk. Ugh. Disgusting, tiring process.... seriously.

Anyways, considering that this may (very possibly) be my last blog post for a while, I decided, heck yeah, I SHOULD do my loyal (cough) readers (cough cough) some justice...

...right?

(Readers yell, "NOOOO!" in the background)

...right.

So here it is: my very last blog post for... God knows how long.

Thursday, June 27th, 2008.

Hot, sticky, and incredibly drowsy.

Sofia and I were standing outside near my usual waiting spot, waiting, of course, for my dear, darling mumsy to pick me up from school. There was a satay vendor to our left, and soft, slightly annoying bursts of wind kept messing my freshly cut hair; sweeping my fringe into my eyes, making me, "tsk" in irritation.

The gentle aroma of smoked fish-on-a-stick kept caressing my nostrils, teasing coyly my all ready starving stomach.

There we waited. Me and Sofia. Talking... Waiting. Standing. Waiting. Waiting. Waiting.

Nine -- oops, scratch that -- eight minutes passed 1pm.

Where the hell was she?

Sofia turned to me, a sort of smug expression on her face as she said, "I can so not imagine you walking." (or something equally close to the lines, laa)

I fumed.

"Of COURSE I can walk!" I replied, rising to the bait like a stupid, worm-on-a-hook swallowing fish. "Come on -- I'll show you!"

And so... after hardly any thought (five minutes of hesitancy is NOTHING compared to my usual 2.5 hours), Sofia and I walked.

At the peak of the day. Through the heat. The sweat. The humidity.

By, God.

I. WALKED.

GASP!!!

So, anyways, walking... walking. We met up with Kai Jing and no sooner added him to our group of walkin'... rebellions (in this modern world of airplanes and cars and stuff, we HAD to be rebellions to have been feet-walking our way across the street!)! We parted ways (with Kai Jing) in a while, of course, and from there... continued walking.

Walking. Walking. Nothing interesting. Walking. Walking.

Oooh, whats this? A little puppy! Golden Labrador-looking! Aww. Adorable.

Walking. Walking.

Wait.

Whats this??

Is that puppy FOLLOWING us?!

By golly, it was!

Sofia was freaking out. I myself was a tad... unsure. I mean, its not as if we had touched it or anything -- and its not as if us touching it (or should I say, "her"?) been a sin, because, after all, it was completely dry.

Nonetheless. I was in quite the fix.

Me picking it up and gently ordering it to stay put where it was would most DEFINITELY look bad to them wondering eyes. Especially the exceptionally "alim" ones. Oh, yes. That would be bad...

Therefore, we did the most logical, most inspirational, most smartiest thing possible:

We continued walking.

With the cute little pup at our heels.

People looked curiously at us through car windows. I saw this one Chinese family actually point -- not that I blame them. Two, very Malay, looking girls with one, very doggy looking dog, was a queer sight to behold, I am sure.

Nonetheless, we shrugged it off -- well, I did, anyways. I could practically see the wheels turn in Sofie's head. Probably figuring out a way to get rid of the "pesky mutt".

Finally, a road. A road needed to be crossed.

Our CHANCE!

Sofia and I took no mercy. We ran across to the other side. Hoping the pup would not follow us because:

a) Sofia didn't seem to like said pup

and

b) I was afraid I might be unable to resist the temptation to snatch said pup into my hands, rush it home, and keep her as my own. Questioning eyes and glares and gossip be damned!

Well. Whatever.

Our running proved pointless, it seemed because, in the end, I realized:

Cheerful yapping.

Shoot. It followed us.

And, damn, it looked so HAPPY!

"Shoo! Shoo!" went Sofie, backing off before the pup would circle her feet like it did mine (I am guilty of feeling very pleased by such a fact, by the way).

Tough luck.

It circled her.

And in turn,

Sofie did a little 360 herself. Screaming in the process. It was almost (I'm so sorry, Sofia!)... funny. If, of course, it hadn't been for the fact that:

a) the pup had STILL followed us

and

b) I really, REALLY wanted her!!!

Sofie screaming. Sofie screaming. Sofie...

OMG.

She, in her process of 360-ing on the road over to our house, had (ACCIDENTALLY, of course!), kicked the puppy!

"Yap, yap!" went the pup, looking more insulted than pissed or saddened (as one would expect it to be).

"OMG, OMG!" went Sofia, feeling automatically sorry. "I didn't mean that!"

We screamed.

Yes. WE.

I screamed too. Don't know why. But the look on that dirty little girl's face as she was kicked into the dirt ground was so real and so sad that I just HAD to do something (and that something just happened to be scream).

The pup seemed a bit resentful of Sofia after that. Choosing to follow me instead (to my innermost glee!), before...

"Thats right, puppy, follow the car," went Sofia, satisfied for the puppy as it followed its next victim.

I sighed. Two reasons:

a) I was relieved.

and

b) I was upset to have lost my very idealistic pet.

Well, thats it, I guess. The story of the little pup that followed us home. I really have GOT to finish packing (/stuffing). I have SO much more to do and, hey, guess what! We're moving... to-freaking-morrow!

UGH.

My mum is SO going to kill me...

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Gosh, I hope the puppy is all right.