I am suffering from a insuppressible eating disorder. not only do i snack alot between meals, my insane craving for buffets kicks in everyday. I am positive of severe weight gain.

Last night was dinner at eunos. We decided to grab some coffee at Bucksparkway and spend time alone with ourselves. quotes: "LS, your laosai and your laosai", "i don't eat food out from a box ", "you know your daughter how rude or not!". We couldn't have enough, so we found ourselves at 85 for ngoh hiang, carrotcake and otah. Not forgetting my daily dosage of teh-si-peng and their 2 glasses of sugarcane with lemon.

It almost felt like good old days back in school, the 3 of us huddled in her room, in awe of kat's adidas collection, her abercrombie, her red puma and that neon coloured chinabag.

jillene said "yesterday my friends came into my room and they said , wah your room TORneDOR ar?" i think kat's room is worse two thousand times. "It's not retro lor, its childish room, why you choose this color"

To describe the past couple of weeks to be "made in india" cannot be more apt. Breathing the "AN", has become a must on a daily basis or suffer from an onset of morning sinus. The "AN" smell can be quite overwhelming but i learn to deal with it. So yes, it was Mustafa till wee morning. running around the floors and throwing every cheap seventypercent dark chocolate into the basket, blackmagic biscuits, baking stuff, microwaveable cheeese franks and what not. everything in because, so cheap. they weren't even made in india. some in brazil, many in new zealand.

(I like shopping, like supermarket shopping. i like NTUCgardens. I also go first thing early morning with grandma. So that I'm first in line to get a clean supermarket trolley - a super specky shiny one with clean baby foldables, no crap smudged between the bars, no rusty twisted bits of metal sticking out, and with all four wheels that move in the SAME DIRECTION. There's nothing more I hate in this world than trying to push a bashed and broken shopping trolley.)

Armed with all good things chocolatey sweet and buttery, we stood around and chatted.

The night ended with "Chang ge for Ge Chang to ting" and "It's not funny ar, i'm going home i don't care.

Oh ya and also "i don't like her, i call her OILY." said little mean katherine.

It really isn't that big a deal, but i don't really care as long as i had fun, they of all people are usually the ones to make my day at least abit better.