The Weekend and The Monday

The Weekend and The Monday

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ASNL aka After Saturday Nite Life was spent at cartel with our oreo cookies and cream.
and yes, james and vin probably decided that the rest of the drinks are really not worth trying, so we like 3 little kids ordered 3 glasses of cookies and cream:) and yes, there was no snacks because i did not manage to convince vin to get some. and as you already know i'm broke, and though i was tempted to use the card that does not belong to me, i did not! Aren't you guys proud of me?! haha! As usual, our chilling out session were spent planning for our next getaway:)

Sunday afternoon was spent drinking tea and tim sum. erm..ok.actually i had ice-water; but tim sum and tea paint a nicer picture!
The night was spent at Toa Payoh HDB hub Subway.I think the ambience was not too bad. no, it was nothing fancy but it was very quiet. Actually daddy was searching high and low for the famous rojak that requires queue no but to no avail. and our friend was all hungry, so upon spotting Subway, we highly recommend it! *chuckles* :)

and then and then it's back to monday...oh well, it's ok...:)

and i wonder why recently my blog seems to turn into boring lyn's daily schedule. and then i rememebered. Boring working life stifles creativity! *excuses* :)

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