the day's been more frantic than the previous one
had lunch with poor steffi whose
grandaddy's gone to heaven earlier on in the week
and what with silly chinese custom
forbade her from crashing her own party.
so we did the only right thing: retail therapy.
curiously ended up at a pool house
where i managed to shoot a blue-striped ball
with the additional large white one into the pocket.
the last of my pool playing humiliation.
instead of being the good domestic girl,
i bought a roast chicken of the shelf
from a supermart for the potluck party.
two unexpected guests that everybody loves.
nobody tasted my creole-style tuna salad after all.
the next location was by the road side with ade
pondering over the obscene due-on-tuesday assignment
on the obscure issue of creativity and counterparts.
hanging in there, the day could not resist
meeting up with noel once again
to nicole's den
for 'dirty love' movie
and painted my nails shimmery.
with coffee in hand,
in front of noel's lapbaby,
my day could hardly wrap up
since the new one is just about to present itself
to the 'kelong' trip in indonesia.
so forth and therefore, writing this...
