Mon: Lost my voice. Flu. Cough. Tuition. Tua Huay with Baby, the way we started off walking closer and closer.

Tues: Kenny'ed with Germy. School. Helped daddy with hor fun.

Wed: Skipped school. Tuition. Which overran so I had to rush home to pack to stay over with Baby! Supposed to go Mambo with Mango. But Baby seems more important....finalised our thailand trip.

Thur: Trained to school. Baby said my bag was too heavy. Didnt believe him. Germy drove em home again. Came home to find a neat line of bruise on my shoulder. Didnt exactly find, Enen said "Eeee, your shoulder so dirty." I glanced down and there streaks the ugly bruise. Damn. Dinner with daddy and mommy. Fish steamboat is still my best bet.

Fri: Paisley&Cream with Mango, Marc, Eddie and Baby. Dress showed the ugly bruise. Eddie and Mango thumped Baby for "domestic abuse". On the other hand, he more or less made up for it when I ordered "one of each" of the cupcakes. Their cupcakes are yum. (Please refer to appendix A below). Hopped to Lunar Bar. So cheena beng. So us the ang moh lians hopped again. To ChinaOne this time. Fantastic band. Lotsa and lotsa angmohs. Yea!! Mai Tai made my list of fav drinks. Still, it cant top OurBar's apricot brandy.

Sat: Aborted plans to make pizza from scratch. I decided we should laze. By the we, its Baby and I. So we did. Shopped. Bought my Benefit. Make-up remover. Dinner at Peppery. Good food but damn long wait. And please only go there if you're accompanied by males. The location is utterly undesirable. Supposed to go over to YiRen's birthday party. Enen was there. Didnt make it in time. So I waited in the carpark for my silly enen to come home.

Sun:Monsoon Hair Forecast with Mango and Eddie at St James. Damn this lousy show. Damn thing was supposed to start at 8pm. It dragged off till 10pm. Stupid shoes were so big for the models that they binded it wv strings. Stupid. Some stylists didnt finish accessorising the models' hair. Some accessories fell from the damn hair too. The mediacorp artistes suck. Stupid event. Like I said, stupid damn event. My shoes were killing me half the time. Thank God for Pelny.

Anyway, pictures.