Listening to: Stone Temple Pilots - A Song For Sleeping

The remainder of Wen's chocs are still safely tucked away in the fridge, and I've raided it some time today... nice. I'm thinking whether I should remind everybody NOT to touch it - again, or just keep quiet about it 'cause they seem to have forgotten. Ah, decisions, decisions. Oh, and I've stuffed myself with crab, sotong, jumbo (and really jumbo) prawns, beef steak, kebabs and sausages at dinner... lagi nice. Top that with the chicken cutlet from my fave western food stall, plus a slice of sinfully creamy viennata ice cream cake... haiz. I feel 2 kilos coming back on on the double.

Nothing about my torrid love life tonight, I promise - I'm going to put down the list of things I want to do for the rest of the month:

i) Check out book cafes at Prinsep Street, Martin Road and Robertson Quay
ii) Visit the art musuem on a Friday night- something I've promised myself to do for the past few months but just couldn't find sufficient reserves of energy (and female company) for.
iii) Visit the Clarke Quay flea market
iv) Catch A Knight's Tale and America's Sweethearts
v) Catch up with Brian over a beer at Paulaner's

New word: pulchritudinous - beautiful (talk about useless!)