<body><script type="text/javascript"> function setAttributeOnload(object, attribute, val) { if(window.addEventListener) { window.addEventListener('load', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }, false); } else { window.attachEvent('onload', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }); } } </script> <div id="navbar-iframe-container"></div> <script type="text/javascript" src="https://apis.google.com/js/platform.js"></script> <script type="text/javascript"> gapi.load("gapi.iframes:gapi.iframes.style.bubble", function() { if (gapi.iframes && gapi.iframes.getContext) { gapi.iframes.getContext().openChild({ url: 'https://www.blogger.com/navbar/23228831?origin\x3dhttp://voluptuouschic.blogspot.com', where: document.getElementById("navbar-iframe-container"), id: "navbar-iframe" }); } }); </script>
Wednesday, April 23, 2008

Best of both worlds.
Saturday,
Late night supper and a pool session, i wasn't involved with the cue, only took possession of one's PSP. I still miss the murtabak at ZamZam, when are you bringing me there again?
The morning started, porridge buffet with family, for my brother's birthday treat. Some shopping afterwards to digest the brunch, faceshop's navy blue enamel. I haven't had durain for a long time, mum bought and headed to gramp's to feast on the pungent smelling D24.
Tu me manques mon chéri.

Sunday,
The whole sunday was dedicated to stay home day, mainly just either on my back or on my tummy, with the all white laptop and drama playing nonstop. Initially, there were plans but some idiot decided to wake up at late evening, and cropped it up because of some rain. At least i gave this idiot a ranting, a pretentious fool indeed.
First round of burial ceremony, i'm fictiously standing beside, holding tight and dishing out the napkin. Anyhow, it's only huit more days.

Monday,
After curriculum hours, town-ed with yvonne, to get her dress for her birthday. It was her last chance to get it before she's fully booked with the busy schedule. Gosh, she's one fussy and choosy dresser, not too flowery, not too bold, not too auntie. What's not again? And of course, i made her get one at the end of the shopping trip.
To yishun, i was mean, made him carry my bag of shoes, dinner-ed and had his haircut. The auntie was quite persistent in making me go for a dye or trim because i haven't really visited her for months with him. Northpoint-ed, partially subsidized red spag and some supper afterwards.

Tuesday,
Official Earth Day, i clad myself in the ever so short green empire. Somehow, i became impregnated, how great is that. And it's like bees flocking to honey, i attracted the boys' attention in my class, hopefully not for the wrong reasons, even the girls offered to get me a shawl to cover it up.
Plunked onto the comforts of the mattress. Up at 21:58 to text and send, at the strike of 12 midnight for sweetest drug, so it'll be a surprise when my drug comes back. Then another virtual mail at 12 midnight, second round of wishing. I'm the sweetest you can ever find, but property is already claimed.

Wednesday,
Dragged myself out of the comforts, took my time because for once, i never really thought of the word "LATE". Sometimes i think uniform is a good idea because racking of brains is inevitable, to just pick one outfit for the rest of the day. I practically changed 3 outfits, till i was satisfied with the last one and finally decided to set foot. Despite getting up late and all the stalling of time, i wasn't half an hour late, only a mere 10minutes. How can that be when i always wake up on time, changed fast, but still am late for 10minutes? It's a tacky mathematics problem, try to solve it.
Some rules were changed, i could only knock off an hour later alternately, because apparently there must be some aunties at work making stories, now the extra OT non payable is added.
Nevertheless, i gained some new knowledge today, pantry chill out. You'll be amazed at how snail reproduce, they hump each other by their necks, the procedure is somewhat the same as human's sexercise. By the way, snails are hermaphrodites, the same sex organs for both the male and female.
Joyeux Anniversaire mon amour, tu es mon rayon de soleil!