While having a conversation with Tony (my uncle):

Tony: Yee chai (my aunt) asked what time you came home last night since the prison warden (my mom) wasn’t around?

Me: 9.30 PM!!! Beat that! I don’t even come home that early when she’s around! Haha.

Tony: Devil.

Me: I’m a bloody angelic angel okay!

Tony: A demure and docile angel?

Me: Yes, I’m damn docile.

Tony: ROTFLOL!

Me: Excuse me, not funny okay.

Tony: If you’re docile, I’m the pope.

Me: WTF?!

Tony: You are not docile… You’re very feisty.

Me: Ahh, that sounds more like Michelle. Hahaha.

Thus, my unproductive conversation with Tony. He has been bugging me to go down to Singapore during the Labour Day weekend and I’m contemplating whether or to go. Shoud I? Shopping sounds great but I’m there mainly to see the kids (my three younger God brothers).

Okay, I really gotta stop blogging. It’s SO addictive! One of the reasons why I stopped. It was occupying so much of my time! Gosh. I’m REALLY going off. Toodles!

Love,

Mich.