Weekly Report


1.Last week, we had a fire drill. I dun remember when was the last time i went through a fire-drill. And your highness was appointed the fire-warden which is a very strange thing, this is simply not an area anyone can associate me with. And i hate looking like an air-head. But thank God, it was nothing too much to handle.




2. I went to Meiji factory sales! and thank God, it is nearing the end of the month and thus i have curb my spending there! But oh well, i am still far from my desired minimart at my desk.hee...:)




3. Saturday nite was spent at the other end of the island, Simei.


4. Sunday was spent like a good old housewife, cleaning and making lunch. Night time was spent having buffet at Miramar hotel and a long walk after which. This is the third birthday dinner this year for our friend, this time with the family:)


erm..so i forgot to take picture and have to steal from their website. hee..*sheepish grin*

5. Monday came and go, thank God! watched Mr.Woodcock, eh..2popcorns?

6. Today's lunch is at Sakae Sushi. We're planning to have buffet lunch when boss is away! wahaha!

7. That's about it. Till then, i'll still be a working adult in the cramp MRT but let's live everyday in the presence of our King:)

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