Give it another 6 hours and the weekend is almost over. This has got to be one of the most tranquil Sunday(s) ever. QQ is lying next to me, with her back against my lap, and I can practically feel her body heave up and down in a rythemic breathing motion. Just had a bathing session with her and she smells real good. I think bathing makes a good bonding activity (yes even between human beings and canines) - something that many of us perhaps have grown accustomed to doing it alone. Yet, it does not have to be a solitary activity. Think about it, we weren't even bathing alone before our hormones started raging. It does take alot of intimacy, love and probably trust to have an enjoyable bathing session with a loved one. That is because you have to feel comfortable in your birthday suit in front of the other person (yes even your own mom!) but you will be rewarded when you see your special someone's tenderest side unveiled during this 15-minute steamy session.

And speaking of birthday suits, I can't decide which waxing parlour to go to - the highly commercialised hollywood-ish HoneyPot, hard-selling uni-sex Strip or the home-based but highy-raved Golddust? I don't care about price, as long as they are professional and hygenic! Do share with me your comparisions if you've been to the above.

Here's proof that I've been eating people. Don't worry. Not anaeroxic, bulimic or anything. Quick lunch after classes at the newly opened Xin Wang Taiwan Cafe at my place. Bubble Milk Tea is nice. But main courses and side dishes didn't quite make the mark. =((


Tea with Brother at White Dog's after class.






One good thing about not working - finally getting to spend time with my family. The downside? No more wild shopping sprees.


Alright, back to my Gossip Girl. xoxo.

Whatever happenned to my immunity system. It's been a week and still not even close to full recovery. Despite having eaten the most number of pills I've had for as long as I can remember. Had fusilli for brunch and just vommited them out. Sickenning.

M. I. A.

Some people just don't get it.

IF you haven't been seeing me "online" for much longer than usual, and I don't return your calls/text messages, please get the (not-so) subtle hint and step on the reverse peddle. I am most likely already physically and mentally drained, by you and need a break.

From you.

T.T.Y.N.

Friday morning. And I'm not at work. Still not used to being free with nothing urgent to tend to for a change. Yes, I've school work but they aren't urgent. Last day of work passed like a whirlwind. Had a sorethroat and didn't get to eat what I liked for lunch. Then rushed off on the dot for a make-up night lecture and started feeling terribly ill during class. My head felt like there was a hammer constantly pounding on it, throat was dry and painful and body started shivering. Had to chug 3 sets of thick lecture notes home and almost fainted on the public bus. Luckily, brother met me downstairs to help me carry my load home. Popped pills and that was it for Wednesday.

Come to think of it, tts been a great learning experience working at BCA. I've come to understand how government stagboards work and know more about the construction industry in Singapore. People have this perception that contractors must be a rough, un-ruly unreasonable bunch. But they aren't, at least not the majority of them. In fact, most I've met and interacted with are quite amiable, polite, nice and understanding. Even when they do not get what they want in the end. Some of them are very appreciative and it feels good when they thank you profusely over the phone or even drop you an e-mail to express their gratitude. It was these little things that kept us going on each day.

Not forgetting the generous bosses, who brought us to lunch and dinner treats. I can't even count the number of times we've received treats from them. So thank you bosses, if you're reading this!

Alright, its noon. Tummy's rumbling but I can't eat what I want. Great.