Monday. And its always a little bit tired, restful, quiet, happy, and unhappy, because guess who is just around the corner. Especially at this time of the night.
Michael Jackson's expose is on Astro. His parents look good for their age and I don't want to comment on his allegations. All I can say is that I prefer the Michael Jackson who wasn't white.
Last night we had a birthday dinner for MatBon at Nyonyas at Delima Square. The duck was excellent! There was some singing and laughter and good food. Sunday was spent sleeping in, lunch at home in pyjamas, C.S.I., polo sunday and dinner with ol' Mr. Freeman at Vintage Rose in Kiulap.
In bed now. The husband sleeps and snores next to me. I choose not to be upset by it today, because you know, sometimes we can. Its just some cooing anyway...
Emma. Out.
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