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Friday, July 20, 2007

Ice ice baby.
Brewed chrysanthemum for my sayang.
Tired day at school but seeing him after that was recharging.
Northpoint-ed with sayang.
Feasted on $2 laksa, a bowl of ice kacang and another bowl of ice longan.
Sayang wanted to try chendol and other icey food but i stopped him, otherwise we'll really be bloated.
Next time okay sayang.

Water bloated.

And i was trimming his nails for him, under the table, for it was too unhygienic to do so with people around us eating. He just refuses to let me touch his 2 pinky finger nails.
Sayang was burping nonstop as usual.
And i couldn't stop jumping on him. Piggyback lah.
Cold storage for his tidbits and i walked pass my favourite Myojo Lor Mee, i went "Lor Mee!!"
Sayang turned and asked who was that, it was me. After which he walked past it and did the same thing.

29 days to go. Move bitch.


Til then,
i'm stil Loving my hubby.