sundays are days when:

one wakes up with exceptionally mad hair (i think one's hair realises one didn't get 10 hours of sleep the night before, thus is throwing bitch fit)

one's mother never fails to tell one that one is indecently dressed for church and that one should "dress appropriately and wear clothes that fit the occasion"

one moans and grumbles in church whenever the speaker is uber long and draggy and speaks in repitions. e.g. today, and one's mother said "God is speaking through the speaker. so are you telling God to shut up?" to which i reply "God has been hinting to speaker to stop beating around the bush already and stop saying "in conclusion" for the 100 millionth gazillion fifilion time already and yet still fail to conclude

one goes to work after church

however, THIS sunday is a bit different because:

gabe is back from nz! hurrah! and we bumped into each other twice in the same day (at church, and raffles city)

one was supposed to get jelly shoes, but couldn't in the end cos gal fell sick to which mongolian mother said "well, God is good, can you see? now you don't have to rush down from church to collect the shoes" and i reply "urmmmm, and how is that good? i wanted my jellys today" -_- seriously, my MM (shall abbreviate mongolian mother from now on) can be so irrelevant and out of point at times

MM said that my grandmother (which is also her mother-in-law, which explains what i'm about to say next) is an "attention seeker" and likes to "over exaggerate" (hmm, okayyyy)

one finally collected dunkin' donuts, after lots of hide-n-seek with the dunkin' donuts pple

one did not have work today, and instead, caught shrek3 with mich, xiuli and em and in my opinion 1&2 were much much better

one bought another dress (as i said, one loves "that feeling" aka the feeling of walking around naked)

one officially declares today as "i-bump-into-people-i-don't-expect-to-bump-into-day"

one takes photos in bus (after a very very long time)



us



xiuli's expression is like : classic



this is our version of the last supper or otherwise, the execution of michelle rose lee as administered by me and tan xiuli



i'm the only happy one around these days (yahyah, i know my face is fat ok so don't need to tell me again) maybe after you shove your face with donuts you'll understand too

note to self: one should really stop wishing for stupid things cos dog really did have another another mad romp on bed and now bedsheet is covered with lots of gross stuff so one has to change it again later. damn