very nice

so sleepy i don't feel like waking up.

saturday was a whole lot of fun at the beach save for a miserable me who thought she was getting sick and felt nauseous but was really just suffering from heatstroke. gross.

downing a bottle of sports water from 7-11 rendered the queasiness subsided and energy levels recharged. or try pokka (sports water) at your own risk - it's not fantastic.

proceeded to bx's place. mahjong-ed at night. gambled 2 dollars away and muttered it wasn't such a painful lesson for a noob.

wii in the wee hours of the morning at sports and olympics makes 4 of us supremely awake and laughed till we bowled over in stitches.

supper-ed at our favourite place - a mega plate of san lo hor fun.

then back to more wii with a special guest (junie).

i surrendered at 5am and called for a truce.

staggered to hail a cab with chris and promptly knocked out in no time. the cab driver was yakky but pleasant and at my recommendation of asian kitchen for mother's day dinner and a painfully long wrong exit, knocked 10 dollars off the fare.

stumbled home to find 2 insane woman in the family still awake.

hugged mom and uttered words of love.

vanity check in mirror spotted eyes bearing signs of late nights. i see puffs. super gross.

fell into a deep sleep pronto after freezing my ass off while struggling to shower and dry off.

woke up to cia's call at 2ish pm.

it's 4. *yawns* i refuse to wake up. *rolls around*

what a dearly loved up saturday.