Grab Your Own Groove

Friday morning was bloody good with us winning MJC easily in a friendly. It's all looking up for the team now. We just got to grab hold and hang on. (:

Open Season and Secret Recipe with the boys on friday afternoon. The flick was ho-hum, the cakes were mmmm. Helloooo, ten pounds.


Thank you for the good noon spent, boys. Let's do it again soon, but with the rest of the gang along next time.



AND THIS IS FOR YOU, LISDA DEAREST. (:


Saturday was put to good waste at the Expo. There was absolutely nothing at the Nike sales, or maybe we went a tad too late. All the so called good stuffs were gone. Ah well, I didn't need anything anyway.

Met the girls at ten toobloodyearlyinthemorning am for brunch and a lazy idling day. Thank youuuu, Jas. The cookies were sweet, both metaphorically and literally. (: Your presence was sorely missed. And so is Carol's.






But it was still, nevertheless, the usual good time with the ladies. It was the chats and random questions by Yvonne, the freezing corner on the sixth floor, the retarded photos and the computer/mouse jokes that made the day.

VCDs marathon this wednesday and the Airport this coming weekend with them, I'm all alight with anticipation.

And now signing off,

Typically Yours.