functions very well in extreme disorder.

no school for the next few months will leave me severely domesticated. so far since December, I've cleaned my room every week, made scrambled eggs from scratch (yes you can call me The Chef from now on) and tried grocery shopping on my own, for my mother's benefit (and mine, too, since she has to be nicer to me now that I've shown how responsible I am).

for the record I'm not entirely pleased about this shocking transformation. already Shah is asking me to cook for him someday in the future. COOK! and we're not talking about instant noodles anymore, oh no. trust me- the days where a man can be silenced by sex or good tv, never happened. he wants an entire meal. AN ENTIRE MEAL. he lists down what he wants, saying them quickly so I wouldn't think it's as complicated as it really is.

he's smart, but I'm slightly smarter. (okay okay, kidding.)

working on Fridays is fast becoming a favourite for us. my boss sent everyone an email in the afternoon yesterday, asking if we wanted to come down for a press conference because a colleague won a car and she's getting the keys later, or something like that. well basically the email was humourously written, and I was chuckling to myself thinking how amazing it is that a man of that age, stature and size can be funny at all.

met up with Nuu after work, where she went on a shopping rampage and I aah...calmly bought this pretty white top I've imagined myself buying for a month now. I realise I have to, absolutely positively have to, go shopping at least once a week. it gives me a whole dosage of gratification. and I was never like this before I started working. I don't even have to buy anything important- I just need to be able to go home at the end of the day clutching a paper/plastic bag. you'd be able to see me beam from far. =]





oh but of course being with friends and family are just as important. honest!