last friday night was the stayover at wm's place, the rumoured 'house of secrets' where most people in s61 have not set afoot before. the turnout was good too. we met earlier to sign wm's birthday card and then met up with the birthday boy at the stretch of eateries opposite bukit timah plaza/beauty world for dinner. to be frank that was the first time i ever had a milo dinosaur. anyway his house is a pretty cosy place. spent the time watching tv, ransacking his rooms till he looked really distressed, playing that taboo game, just hanging around. and the girls were fascinated with his chincilla. we got him a pretty nice jacket from esprit. wk and dl's present was the highlight though - the highly customised 'min'chkins card game they painstakingly made for wm. something far greater in meaning than money can buy. it was in all a good and very sixoneish outing i guess.

until on saturday morning when lionel called me at 630am. wtf! life run on saturday? i had heard of it but nobody called me to tell me any details previously or said i had to go. obviously it was impossible to rush home and change to running attire and get to the reservoir all in an hour. and run with zero hours of sleep? looking at the bigger scheme of things, i ..erhem. decided to report sick at a polyclinic. first time somemore, basket, spoil my record. the waiting time was so long i wound up getting my breakfast, drinking kopi to keep awake and buying 4d with my queue numbers.

to big brother if you are reading this: i assert i was not malingering.

anyway had no choice but went straight to meet up with jack and cw at holland village for lunch. nice meetup as usual. had pasta and tea afterwards. before i went home finally and promptly slept the day away.

cw: i'm sorry but you have absolutely gotta remind me to return your tori amos dvd before you leave for the states. my ability to retain memory is no more.