it was friday, and it was a holiday...*heaven*...
woke up early to prepare myself for my facial session.thought i would be 15 mins late, so i text-ed mrs lainey.
"will be there in 15 mins!", i wrote.
"no no no no! your appointment is tomorrow!"
erk...guess i read her earlier text wrongly. so, with my unwashed hair (my hair usually goes chaotic after facial due to the lying down for hours = bed head), i called up mcdreamy.
"let's go to that warehouse sale in PJ, you were talking about".
with delicious thoughts of purchasing 'Victoria's Secret' lingerie...or...'Guess' tops...or...'Levi's' jeans...we made our way through the jam.
it was crazy! in these kind of situations, it reminds me WHY WE NEVER LEAVE DAMANSARA...the horror!!
in the end, we got there after about an hour.
to my UTMOST DISAPPOINTMENT...it was for guys only! the press ad LIED THROUGH ITS BLACK PRINT. no bras. not even a nice tee for ladies...yeesh.
was very stuffy in there. my breakfast was beginning to come back up to my throat. nauseaus.
mcdreamy bought some shirts. i bought some golf t-shirts for mr popsie (who just came back from iran!) and a quiksilver shirt for the little brother.
left the place. and we were in another traffic jam! my god. by then, we were both pretty much grumpy. i just kept on thinking about my upcoming 'yogadance' class in the evening. felt so excited. butterflies in my tummy and all! hehehe...
finally. made it home.
spent the afternoon, chilling out in front of the tv.
and then, it was time for yoga! (yay!)
yogadance.
was pretty excited, cause it was mr azmii teaching today. a professional dancer turned yoga instructor.
and i was right! the class was really good.
luckily, they were still doing the same phrase i did with mrs nanci the other day.
and today, he added on the next 8 counts.
i really miss dancing! i am still searching for a proper jazz class.
with delicious thoughts of purchasing 'Victoria's Secret' lingerie...or...'Guess' tops...or...'Levi's' jeans...we made our way through the jam.
it was crazy! in these kind of situations, it reminds me WHY WE NEVER LEAVE DAMANSARA...the horror!!
in the end, we got there after about an hour.
to my UTMOST DISAPPOINTMENT...it was for guys only! the press ad LIED THROUGH ITS BLACK PRINT. no bras. not even a nice tee for ladies...yeesh.was very stuffy in there. my breakfast was beginning to come back up to my throat. nauseaus.
mcdreamy bought some shirts. i bought some golf t-shirts for mr popsie (who just came back from iran!) and a quiksilver shirt for the little brother.
left the place. and we were in another traffic jam! my god. by then, we were both pretty much grumpy. i just kept on thinking about my upcoming 'yogadance' class in the evening. felt so excited. butterflies in my tummy and all! hehehe...
finally. made it home.
spent the afternoon, chilling out in front of the tv.
and then, it was time for yoga! (yay!)
yogadance.was pretty excited, cause it was mr azmii teaching today. a professional dancer turned yoga instructor.
and i was right! the class was really good.
luckily, they were still doing the same phrase i did with mrs nanci the other day.
and today, he added on the next 8 counts.
i really miss dancing! i am still searching for a proper jazz class.
i want to buy new jazz shoes. oh...are the legs for sale too?
then, at night...waited for mr popsie to return from iran. he finally did at 10pm. was so good to see him! missed him so much (i am sure mrs mumsie missed him more)...
then, mcdreamy and i...went to mcd's. i think he was bored of going to rasta. oh well...no shisha..but it was quite nice. to do something different. he was suddenly very sweet and attentive. which was nice. maybe he felt guilty cause i was a bit peeved with him before that...
then, mcdreamy and i...went to mcd's. i think he was bored of going to rasta. oh well...no shisha..but it was quite nice. to do something different. he was 
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