the days just keep getting worser and worser. heck if worser isnt a real word. sigh. i dread sundays afternoons more than saturday mornings and early afternoons. i feel so.....rarrrr.. and my stomach doesnt seem to like me anymore. fell asleep for a short while and dreamt of est leong, s and me together at a table after service. i dunno for what reason my cg made those cakes/puffs that they sell in delifrance. then a while later me and someone and sze sze went over to ask her to try them. cos got a few plates, then she use her chopstick to flip the other crossoints onto one plate. then 4 of us just decided to sit down and eat with esther. then she said they tasted like crystal jade. ????? heh so strange.

k i got to go. stomach is killing me. sigh. how bad can this get.