The irony of it all. I've started writing in my personal diary more than blogging for the whole wide world to see.
Hmm....I'm left with pretty little to say.

I met Hobs on Weds and we had lunch at Bedok. Ban Mian for us! She complained I don't have that many pictures on my blog. Do you think I carry a camera ard with me wherever I go?. Plus 7 days a week of work, how to take pictures!! Actually i think i do have some pictures of my colleagues, but nah, forget it.

So, recently, i think ive been choking up my phone bills. Or talk time rather, since ppl are always calling me. And there can never be a day my phone won't ring at least once in the morning, the noon and at night. Right. I think many of my brain cells would've died along with the phone battery during each phone conversation. I never had to charge my phone more than 2 times a week. But now, i charge it every 1-2 days. Makes me wonder why there's so much to talk about over the phone with ppl. Hehe.

I'm still indulging in late nights. I sleep at 1am earliest, wake up at 9am, go breakfast at945, reach work at 10ish. It's amazing how my circadian rhythm is adapting so well. 6 hours of sleep and i'm all recharged for the next day. No joke about that.

Wah, i super love guys who love their parents. They never fail to impress me. These are husband materials. I always believed if i had to marry a guy, i would marry someone who love his parents because i'm sure he will love me just as much, or maybe lesser by a bit. But strictly no mummy's boy, because i'll definitely be tortured so will he be sandwiched. HAH.

Bloody hell. i'm supposed to meet this kev for supper tonight, so that i can try out his swift sport. Then he tua me as usual!. pfft.

xoxo