and so

our risk game took from 2009 to 2010.

sighs cliche. so we played risk from 11 plus till 12 plus and counted down in calvin's den.
whoa a day in there sooo luxurious. ahem. compared to home.
air con blasting, in both the room and the den, a queen sized bed.........

come home, to go for dinner at uncle billy's house. another luxury,this time more intense.
a bathroom with it's own bathtub, air con everywhere, it's own cctv and alarm system, jacuzzi.... a three story house for a family of three.
and two maids.
whoa whoa whoaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.

anyways we played rock band so fail. we knew like SO FEW SONGS. sighs.

there's inofficial training tmr, and i so want to go.. but i can't.
i would want to go to not go for this other thing, and cause it's in a new environment!

so tmr i'll be making a new friend.

joke

gwen: "... may turn out to be your new lifelong friend!"

me: "haha gwen your sense of humour is improving much! great job!"

gwen: "wait you're being sarcastic right? knew it."