Sadly to say, nothing constructive has been done.
I'm mostly at home. I don't wake up til 1-2pm. I don't get out of bed til 4-5pm.
I eat & snack non-stop. I bet on soccer almost every night.
Same damn cycle.
Which I need to break, of course.
Well, Baby has been lecturing on it. Not that I don't care.
It's just so addictive to bet.
To analyse the teams carefully, place possible bets & then hold on to your snack/drinks & enjoy the match in thrill.
Not forgetting the occasional "GOALLLLLLLL!!!!!!". So exciting lor, NO MEH?!
Bahhhhhhhhhhhh. Nvm. Most of you won't get it anyway.
Anyway, last weekend was Daryl's bird day.
Was at K-Box singing our lungs out. Dinner was gratifying, the zi-char was good.
Then had abso-fucking-lutely nice ice cream at Icekimo.
How To Train a Dragon at J8 then Marina Barrage. That's about it.
The girls were tired so we drove home.
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