A Sombre Tale of the Three NRICs...

I tried in vain for almost half an hour, just to blog but to no avail. Apparently cleansing my computer's innards of cookies in addition to frevent refreshing wasn't enough to do the trick. Blogger had to accuse me of commiting an Error 404 to which I am totally clueless. As if that wasn't enough, I was subjected to a harrowing ten minutes when I nearly became convinced that the heartless server had indeed swallowed up my entire blog, hook, line and sinker....

But hooray no... everything is still around, goodness yes.

Today is December the Eighth in the year Two Thousand and Six, a glorious day in the history of Pseudoeric. A day when my precious one and only NRIC returns to its rightful owner. And the first thing I did, was to ask it "So how's the stay in the cold Vault?" My card didn't reply... There was no need for any. I saw the smirk on the photo and got the message.

Howcver, my NRIC did regale me of a tale about three friends of its kind that it managed to make during its long sojourn in the Vault. (In the Vault, NRICs were addressed amongst themselves by the names of their owners for the matter of convenience)

And it drawled..."Of the 3, there is one who came in around the same time as I did and thy name is Toh Zhiwei. This card is a highly embittered one for it truly believes that its owner had abandoned and condemned it to a 10 year long imprisonment in the Vault."

"The other 2 are fairly newcomers though one was particularly blur for some mysterious reason. I think that card is called Marleen Lin Ling Jiao...This one also wonders all day long why its owner had willingly subjected it to such a long stay in the Vault. The last one is named Ng Weili. I remember it very well because it likes to address me by Yo! all day long..."

"Ng Weili likes to keep track the countdown of its imprisonment and I think it told me quite elatedly 3 days ago that its owner just POPed in Pulau Tekong. I replied, better don't do a countdown as of yet-you might just get depressed at the sight of the astronomical figure..."

My NRIC continued... " But there is something strange that I can't explain. When I finally left the Vault with the despatch Clerk, the 3 cards that I spoke of were livid instead of being happy for me. Why is that, Pseudoeric?"

To that, I replied "I'm not sure either..."

Do you?