01102010, 08:15 pm

It's such a relaxing Sunday afternoon. I'm hanging out with my best friends. We're talking, drinking, browsing. Each with their own favorite things. But we're here together. Listening to Menik telling us her revelations of her almost boyfriend. Listening to Mama's story about her almost boss. Eating Menik's Indomie in a Starbuck. Blogging away on my mac. And waiting for Kucil's never coming potato chips.

We don't need to talk all the time. Even when we're all silent, it's never awkward. Right now, Menik is laying down her head on the armchair and she seems only a secong away to Neverland. Kucil is watching her hubby playing on the laptop. Mama is going to church for the afternoon service. And I've run out of ideas of what to write. What a comfortable silence. 

The latest news on Menik: she just got a revelation on her relationship with Duduy. It appears that they were never honest with each other. Each has their own unfinished business. And it gets in the way of their supposedly romance. Inconfidence, impatience, lies, bad thoughts, they all play parts in destroying the romance. Well, chica, maybe when you both had settled your unfinished issues, then it might be your time to be together again. For now, just get on with your life.

Mama just had an interview. And the prospective boss is made of the same mold with her previous boss in Ntar Tipi. And that's such a killjoy. Puts doubt on her. Made Mama halt her decision. Come on, Ma. Don't be afraid. It's only temporary anyway. If you got a better offer, you'll take it. Meanwhile, get what's available. Even only for putting butter on your bread. You know you need it, Ma.

Kucil and her hubby went to a wedding party earlier today. Then I found her rant on Twitter on how someone got touchy feely to Ndut. Wow, very territorial. Chica lionessa, that's what you are, cuy. ;) Now, she needs to shop for groceries. You'll make a great mom one day, Cil.

Oh, I got 5 slaps from Bangbag this morning. With no apparent reasons. Kiddo, you're killing me... I don't know why, or how, but she plays rough these days. Banging her toys, throwing them on the floor, and laughing hysterically when they break. Smacking and kicking all she wants. Damn! Who taught you that, kid?? Stop it, will you? It's not nice. And it's not polite. Please...

On a better note, we're going to have dinner. Yaayyy!! So, see ya, folks. Please drop by and tell me what you're having for dinner. :)