Signs
Fatty salty french fries and big chunks of Secret Recipe's Carribean Seabass in cream sauce. A lost gold bracelet and split strung spilt rose quartz beads. Extended DVDs waiting to be turned on and books, books, books. From Minor to Major, so says Adrian Mole. I've got a cool strikingly handsome photo of Orlando Bloom sitting beside my blue iMac and two I'm Lovin' It bears staring down at me. A nice little candle that means 'You Light Up My Life' from my co-editor, perhaps, and a spanking new Puma bag. Hot brewing green tea or Bru coffee, nice Lewre shoes and orderings of fresh seafood for Chinese New Year. Some pink dresses to welcome the new year and taken leave of the day after Thaipusam to sleep in late. There's the English Breakfast Tea by Ahmad Tea that I got for three twenty five two days ago and waking up to nice nice messages. Cadbury 3-in-1 chocolate mix and mmmmmm a cute new testimonial in my
friendster profile that lets it all out. Do so try not to show it so much but I guess the inner voice just lets it loose on here, on there, on everywhere. And then some more. Sip some
pinot noir my friends, and let yourself be drunk. I've been looking at cards, cards and more cards to say thank you to the sweet sweet designers who've been staying up with me till 12 am in the office every day for the past week and I've been missing mummy dearest greatly. I'm grown up already, ladies and gentlemen, and the world has just started to embrace my presence.
Divinely Ecstatic, as
he says.
