Sweet dreams are made of these

Blah Blah Blah insert pretentious rubbish. Oh, and Gregory Maguire, the Master of emo philosophical crap? With all my love, I so predict your rambling, unphilosophical death one day.

Wednesday, June 06, 2007

WAHHH

Oh hooray. Having wept copiously, I have dropped the cat off at the Pet Hotel, and will fly off evening to the land of cleopatra.

While I am gone, you kind souls can take the initiative to drop by the Pet Hotel, conveniently located in Pasir Ris, and visit the fluffy white persian in cattery No. 4. Or, you could call the hotel at 6582 222 to enquire after the cat. Drop me an email (because auto-roaming apparently fails my phone) to ensure me that BIG MU hasn't dropped dead in my absence.

Do it if you love me, it will take you less than five minutes to make a call! Or else I shall be forced to weep into the sandy dunes of Egypt, and flood the great Egyptian deserts. Like, pretty pretty please? In return I promise each kind soul a bottle of multi-coloured sand. Or exotic Egyptian artefact of your choice.

Twelve days is a very very long time. )):

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