Missed the 4/6 Bitch Out at Marche this evening after failing my HI for the second time.

I would have gladly turned up had the situation not been so weird. Since the break up with W.Q., his sympathizers all hate me, I think.

Wasn't in a good mood at all. Met Cal for dinner and movie.

Bones aching, stomach churning, feet dragging.

We saw Hello, Stranger.

He cried during the movie and wiped his tears with my jacket while I contemplated the ironies of such relationships.

Funny how a person could love Romance so much and yet be the least romantic of men I've dated.

No flowers, fancy dinner dates, diamond rings or nicely wrapped chocolates.

Just handmade truffles, occasional plays, parental visits and kopitiam dinners.

BAHS. Old School.

How to win a high maintenance girl at this rate? LOL.

=p

I need to outsource room cleaning to someone willing. Ughs. It's a pig sty!

Baking with baby this Saturday! Can't wait!

Ginger breadmen, Star cookies, and maybe a macaroni salad pinoy style and brownies.

=p~