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“ This Too, Shall Pass ”
it was as insane as it could ever get
Monday, February 15, 2010 | 2:39 am





decided not to look for slippers since kai's was in perfect condition and that it was already on the shoe rack- convenient for darling. met the boy under my void deck which has been ages since we have done that because we usually want to save on transport fares..

it was peculiarly an odd quiet train ride, even if it was Lunar New Year's eve. fortunately we managed to have our very own small party with my ipod on shuffle mode. there were songs i have yet to listen but he made it possible because we played air guitar. hahaha

we, well i was thinking of having prata or maybe KFC since i left house with an empty stomach. unfortunately banquet was closed so we decided to just walk around Vivo City and saw Thai Express! what could possibly go wrong in the choice of food that i made right? so we had lunch fit for a king or at least a meal that saved us from buying a second meal for dinner. my boy is finally eating his veggies, yey me

after the hefty meal, we dropped by my sister's workplace because i was curious. Muzap said that place looks like a home for the mentally disabled. true enough, she told us that a boy accidentally peed in his pants when his dad spanked him! there was a trail of tainted marks on the cement. geez, poor little boy..

okay so anyway we made our way to the foreign infested beach, or in my language; Malibu. we wanted to spread the blankets but then decided that our skin was way too thin for the sun. we ended up in the halls and watched Royal Rumble while waiting for the sunset.

in the night, we became DX, Batista, Edge and The Great Khali. too bad one of my necklaces broke when i decided to shyly spear flower. i don't like playing helicopter "ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" with him because 1. he always wins 2. when i won, he'll say that i scratched his skin: foul 3. he always wins. and ironically, i'll burst into laughter even if i hate that game so much.

i love you Muzaffar