When I talk to Myself

I: The sun is too bright. i hate sunny afternoons. Seriously, don't you think we are not suited to living in tropical countries? I hate the humidity too. And there are too few shopping malls seriously.. why are all of them congregated in the east anyway? just like good food. there is nothing in the West except "foreigners".

Myself: I is giving Myself a headache.. so shut up.

I: sigh.. what do you think of what you just read? gets to you doesn't it?

Myself: We seem to get more stupid when we grow older no? definitely your fault.

I: *cries in corner

Myself: Yeah. sure .. better go practice. you can't even cry well anyway.

I: By the way, you have not answered my question.

Myself: What's there to say? my gosh. I don't want to think anymore. This is a happy blog. HAPPY BLOG. where's the backup choclates anyway?

I: hmm.. right. shall we blog about high tea buffets in singapore then? mmmm..

Myself: where is the backup chocolates?

I: Don't want la. will grow fat leh.

Myself: WHERE? NOW.

I: third shelf on the left behind the measuring tape.

Myself: nice strategic positioning. .. how come only ONE left? how did you eat them without my knowledge?!!

I: Do you think the thighs look fat?




say hi to MR Backup Chocolate.
he wished he could stay to chat but he had already gone to a very happy place. he has fulfilled his destiny. Mr Sinful Biscuit will join him next so he won't feel lonely.