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Monday, April 14, 2008

Module 1 & 3, certified.
Friday,
The informal day, jeans and halter, not forgetting the cardigan, off i go. 2 classes, one heaven and one hell. I must have been so laid back that i never notice Friday's an early dismissal. Kalai came over but with gym canceled for some dates of hers. It was a double dating that wasn't my cup of tea because i'm used to the Belgian beer. Dinner at Spize, been long since i had murtabak and suddenly i recalled someone who says to bring me to ZamZam for my favourite murtabak.
I suppose there are ulterior motives, to sell some health insurance, i showed some interest and to be considered, because people do that to avoid further persuasion to buy and in fact there is no follow up afterwards. After dismissal it would be the shopping spree for me and kalai. Some top and intimate bottoms, all made of cotton.
It's a boys night out, poker with 4, i placed bet of $5 all the way from Singapore, if you convert, the exchange rate should be ($1.23 x 5). How lucky, sweetest drug won the potluck of 40dollars. Few moments of mushy, bonne nuit and tendres baisers.

Saturday,
Only at 15:26, sweetest drug and i awoke to a Saturday. Dinner-ed with family at sunset way. A plain old saturday, a boring one i would say.

Sunday,
First thing in the morning, vocals of sweetest drug. Ash Cut with sister. I have intentions of regrowing back to its origin. An hour of gym alone, for what i missed out. But i think, the efforts are all overtaken by the sumptuous dinner.
We had so much laughs over the dining table, around the steamboat, and again, when was the last time i had these moments with dad & mum.
My secretary passed the message and sweetest drug rang with the no-i-didn't-fall-asleep voice. The current sweet move that sparks it, brushing the teeth together with the machine in between your shoulders and cheek, be it Colgate or Oral B, bonne nuit and tendres baisers.

Monday,
Assigned to go on a field trip, a learning journey with 32 monkey teens, fortunately, tamed ones. All the way to the east, 3rd Division of civil defence, fire extinguishers and first aid. The education was somewhat boring, i had the licorice lookalike tablets to keep me awake. It's not the first time, but it seems to be getting frequent, with the you don't look Chinese at all first impression. I'm so thankful, i have that kinda features. It happens with my students, my teachers and everyone.
A few tried to bandage me, of course i have the authority to reject, imagine me in that piece of white triangular cloth, you see osama or turban.