SHE.HER.

Black Forest cake has always been one of my favourite. But not this time. Having woke up at 11.30, i was all excited to have my "i-thought-so-yummy- cake" for breakfast, but it turned out to be a nightmare. Chunks of 'i-have-no-idea- what- i-was- eating'.. i could only figure out : purply gluey sticky yucky grossly, ya, that's supposed to be the so called "yummy black forest". OMG! I've learnt, never to eat what the shop doesn't specialise in, and in this case, don't ever try Bengawan Solo's cake. Nonya Kuehs will do.

I hate it when my dad answers any phone calls. You see, in this small little house of mine. i have 4 phones, 1 in each room and 1 in the living room. This means that 9 out of 10 times the phone rings, my dad answers it. (and that's provided if he's at home). And God Bless You. Mr Wee has a LOUD, THUNDEROUS voice, which means he speaks like as if the person is a thousand miles away (yes, when you're only on the other side of the line). It's so irritating la. And it's always his morning phone calls that wakes me up. I have a real-life alarm clock.

Mum asked me out for shopping at Chinatown later in the evening. Haven't been to cheena town for a long long time, since New year? Ya... heard that they revamped the place, so i'll check it out later. Oh did i mentioned, i NEVER FAIL to get lost in Chinatown, even though the sign boards in the MRT station are idiot-proof. Oh whatever....!!!!