Sunday, August 12, 2007
imagine this scenario.
your whole family attend dinner at your Uncle's place and you think it's just a plain old get-together. after dinner, you see a cake on the table and you ask what's the cake for. and your reply is that it's your Uncle's wife's birthday. all you can do is stick your hand out and wish Happy Birthday.
talk about Awkward.
but hey, at least you joined in the singing, right?
family dinners Always has a way of dragging on&on, and before you know it, time's flown by and you get the call frm your cousin threatening to kill you because you're almost an hr late to meeting him at St James Powerhouse.
so instead, we went by 7-Eleven and had a spree and decide to have a quiet Saturday night at home.
getting comfortable on the bed, Nel+Kel+El+Me were going on about how fat we're getting whilst stuffing ourselves with Maltesers, cereal and chocolate bars. yeah yeah, we know "how bad it is to eat at night." but whatever.
it tastes good.
as Nel+Kel try to get some sleep, El+Me go through my iPod, which i might add doesnt happen very often for me, because apparantly, i have "Crappy Music". neways, we start grooving on the bed to the Spice Girls. mann, it's been like, forever since we last sang along to the lines of "I'llTellYouWhatIWantWhatIReallyReallyWant".
before Britney Spears, it was all about PoshScaryGingerSportyBaby. actually, it's safe to say unlike Britney Spears, they still look kinda hot after having their children. maybe except Posh who pains me everytime i look at her what, child-size waist? but it's only fair we give her merit points for having Beckham as her husband and really good taste in clothes.
also, none of them are bald with horrible extentions.
anyways, cabbing home with Khor at the un-godly hr of 6 in the morning might have screwed up my body clock?
wait, is that what it's called ? your Body Clock. or is it Mind Clock?
so as i go to bed, my brother comes out of his room to use the computer.
let's see him get up early to go to school. ASS.
as you can probably figure out, i'm like in love with food and i think right now i'm beyond in love with Chocolate Eclairs.
do me a favour. don't tell me how much calories are in it.
CHANTAL'S off!
xoxo
