Friday – I went jogging. My body ached. Had not fully recover from the intense whipping sessions. Ahh.. my calves hurt, my soles throbbed. But I felt good, man. Real good.

After jogging session, we had pratas. Yummy. Pat tummy. Pat pat.

In the evening, we went to Vivo City. Wah, that floating bookshop was a wonder. Not the floating part, but the books! What do you expect, I am a bookworm. We bought several books. Cost $27.00.

Next day, we went to a birthday party. Turned out that Hubb’s colleague was after all his relative, twice cousins removed. Or something like that.

Next next day, we went to a wedding lunch. Not much. Later, we went to Expo. Quite a bit, especially at the Asian Children Festival. Quite ok. But they locked up Bob the Builder. Hubbs was fuming mad.

Me? I had tremendous fun with the boys! Very tiring, but very satisfying. They cling to me, I can see. I am their one and only IBU!

I saw it not once, not twice, not thrice. I actually lost count.

IT took pictures of ITSELF when no one was looking (or so IT thought). At IT’s desk, at the car park, at the office, at the road, during forums, seminars .. everywhere. IT would SNAP pictures of ITSELF on IT’s phone. IT will pose and then press CLICK. And next, IT would admire IT’s phone screen and do it again and again.

LITTLE MISS VAIN POT, The Movie.

Based on a real story.

How serious can one be?

If one hogs the only equipment available and keeps on ‘mantra-ing’ - ‘ImBZ, ImBZ..’ - but yet goes missing for 120 mins instead of the allocated 60 mins, what would you make of that?

Sigh… some thing are better left unsaid. Even here in cyberspace…