2 posts tagged “girls”

// lonnngggg ago in september, we went for mortini hour // cutesy pop tart aka tart // nice photo of my girls // the intricate gold carving on the wall that probably contains some good confucian values that the more erudite might understand // Yes i know even october is over already, hrmph, i'm late so that you can reminisce ok! //

// spiderwoman in her early halloween get-up // sometimes, even bimbs can be quite bright // pretty cars // fast cars zooming around the marina square area //

// wendypoo and her pampered kid // coffee and cakes at coffeeclub // free cake from the extremely chatty waiter // mrs traffic barricade as foster mother to a baby bat

// Oomphatico to celebrate the terrible twins' birthdays. at least this was just a month ago // ying's clammy pasta thing // all in a row // they're paint splotches, they're flying swallows, no... they're black goldfishes (and a set of eyes behind i think) // my very substantial row of sandwiches // the birthday girls who proclaimed that they felt old the moment they woke up. pfft // yummers =) // victorian styled restaurant //
 

again, i bid thee adieu for another month...

packing has been a mad rush; i've done up the photos for the parents, settled more pro bono work, not revised my spanish, had nice outings with my dear friends and left my body clock conveniently set in europe time by sleeping at 4am and waking up at 11. my bag of chargers and thumbdrives decided to give me a scare just now by disappearing, causing me to flip the entire house upside down (even the kitchen sink cupboard) to no avail, only to manifest itself in my original backpack in the end. wtf. wwwwhich brings to mind the really wise observation that the item u're looking for is always in the last place you think of; simply because after you've found it you don't have to search in another place. i haven't prepared a list of things to see and do in the countries i'm going to be visiting, hopefully lonelyplanet is as bible-riffic as reputed.

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COCKROACH!! or at least, that was what adrienne heard me say in her moments of panic upon first chancing upon this suspicious item. that woman screamed like... like... damn loud out of nowhere and every head in the bar turned to look in our direction, which was very convenient for her cos she was currently burying her head in my shoulder, leaving my reddening face to face the world. if i didn't feel so maluated it would have been very funny because when i first tried to dig around in her cup and saw the thing clearly, i definitely said...

"It's NOT a cockroach la!!" but py insists that i said "mumble mumble cockroach". grrrr fine, if it means being able to save myself from more embarrassing situations such as these, i will happily remind myself to articulate better next time.

not a cockroach