Michael Buble's album, novel from Alexandra Potter, a tube of TOBLERONE, and coffee bean's ULTIMATE; chilling in the fully air-condition room of mine; wrapping myself in the warm blanket; sitting on the comfy sofa facing the perfect window, watching rain falls when I head up from my novel once a while. The perfect weekend after AS. But I have no faith on this perfect plan. Instead of spending a weekend of heaven, I'll be spending a weekend of hell. Ms Pun made us do redemption assignment and Ms Harjit made us come back to college for replacement class during our after-exam-short-break. My so-called-most-dedicated lecturer took my perfect weekend away from me.
I think most probably Ms Pun will be enjoying her weekend with tons of four-finger-kit-kat, hot cocoa and reading Women from Venus met man from mars? No, I don't think so. She doesn't have a life. All she has is just accounting. So on another though, she'll be sitting in front of the desk and doing accounting work. Wait a minute, correction, is preparing more accounting tutorial for us and make our day miserable.
KL Gourmet Festival 2006 is here. And so is my house. Daddy cooks all kind of food from the range of Japanese's maki to Chinese Pei Pa duck; Mommy boiled herbal egg; Lai Ming baked cookie and Lai Yin did nothing but eat. And I'm quite disappointed because I missed Uncle Bob on Friday. And Lai Ming the bread-a-holic went to bread story and grab so many bread, as if it were free.
Anyway, this post is just mainly to whine about my perfect weekend. Hope you enjoy it.
bread my sis grab from bread story... scary huh...
she's insane... 100% bread-a-holic
Japanese Maki that my Dad make...
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