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8:56 PM
Saturday, November 14, 2009
Dondon the Dog
It is 9 and bedtime for the past week. Obliged on a weekend to stay up, but with no pressing errand to attend to, it gets somewhat challenging. Sleep is a habit.

Nothing spectacular to write of. I started the Saturday premature; woke up at 5 am and felt the chilly sunless morning wind hit my face, whispering December. Vegetarian breakfast with the parents, family lunch at Imperial Treasures. It is fast becoming a no brainer to head there for weekend meals, the food is pretty authentic with a reasonable price to match. We spent a great deal of time shopping at Wismawisma as my mother calls it, I got a pretty dress and jumpsuit (finally!) from Bebe... I've been looking for one for agesss, loved this piece but there was a nasty little tear so, genuinely hoping their tailor can fix it. The dress had pockets.. I am unabashedly biased towards soft fabrics and anything that features pockets. We loitered through Orchard Road's Christmas lights, something that never fascinated me. Nauseous taxi ride home. Panadol saved my life.

Friday the 13th occured as an exceptionally lucky day. I left work as punctually as I could. Jason and I had a heavy pasta dinner with warm apple crumble and soda, browsed German Movies over HK YuenYang, and went home early because we got too lethargic for the streets.

Are there seedless watermelons? I believe there are. It frustrates me ceaselessly everytime my mom makes me eat slices of watermelons and I continually have to spit the devils out, the plate an awful mess of pale pink juice and hideous black seeds. Gross.

No single monumental moment this month, but a highlight would be the Ion event, observing merrymaking celebrities and socialites, capturing pictures of evasive Wonbin and pleasant LiBingbing. And... c'est tout actually. Haha.

The year will end before its time is due... as it does year after year. Transitional, friends blossoming into adults, I hope I can stare at faces and observe changes, but know that between us everything remains. Already friends are turning more beautiful and wise, let us all mirror that with each other.

9 months. Barely a milestone by any standards, but I am thankful. Excuse my incessant rumbling today, am truely giddy for all sorts of unjustified reasons. Anticipating a phonecall, failure to comply wholly unforgivable punishment duly meted.

BEWARE.