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I love flowers. I love spontaneity, and pleasant surprises. I'm dainty and ambitious; really. I nurse others. There's more than meets the eye when it comes to me.

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ngee ann poly
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Children's Emergency, KKWCH

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Sunday, August 31, 2008 3:54 pm
Last minute cancellation.



I'm looking good today. I'm dressed, made up. In anticipation of seeing cute pilots, I had a hairdresser do my hair right before I was supposed to go out to meet them. I was looking forward to touching a fighter plane, watch the aerial display of the F16, maybe try the flight simulator and hopefully have my pictures taken with the pilots in uniform next to a jet.

I was supposed to go to the RSAF Open House 2008 today.

But I'm at home. After getting the text, I went home after getting my hair done for nothing. I got it ruined when it started raining. My make up doesn't look fresh anymore. I had to change out of my outfit. And the only thing I watched was TV, the only pictures I took were *cough* of myself and now I'm suffering from a stomachache from eating expired mayonaise.

Hope can be such a bitch sometimes.

But before anybody gets any kind of feelings, I'm fine. I think. And if you-know-who is reading this, it's ok. I'm not mad.

I guess I have to wait for the next Open House. I don't know if it'll be as great because it's their 40th anniversary this year. And people go over the top for anniversaries.

Hmm. Let's see. What's the next thing to look forward to? There's the MI Gathering next weekend, which I have no idea if it'll make history because so far only 2 or 3 out of 10 RSVP-ed. I'm just so tired of planning already. I'm going to wait until the last minute to chase them and if they can't make it, I'll make a last minute cancellation. Ha. Ha. As if. I can't do that. I'm the kind of person that will plan what to wear a couple of days before, make sure I have all the numbers, the directions.

Maybe I should go with the flow more.

UPDATED at 9.52PM
I have a favourite writer I want to share to all of you. His name is Dave Barry. He mostly writes articles I think. I first came across him while reading the newspaper. He's awesome. His articles are full of humour. I totally laughed out loud whenever I read his columns. Here's an article he wrote that got me into fits of laughter. I urge you to read it yourself. Especially when you need something interesting at this moment right here, this second.

A Healthy Dose of Pain by Dave Barry