Last night was my first time watching this season's Singapore idol. Gangstabi-joy would have joined Charlotte and I if she could have. During the breaks we kept running out to get food. Literally. Which put us in a terrible dilemma. You see, break times were when the Muttons came on to entertain the audience. Food won in the end though. Obviously. But when you think about it the Muttons technically were a kind of food (Mutton Soup for the Soul) so either way we would have been winners.
We were so in-the-moment and swinging our glow sticks about rapturously and had our glamour-faces on but were nowhere near the cameras. We were disappointed. Anyhow, like Charlotte said now that Sezairi's won he'll just disappear into oblivion on.. Suria. Or some other channel we don't watch.

I want Paul Twohill's hair. It is long and silky and thin and falls nicely over his shoulders.

Christmas afternoon we went to the museum. I never ever use this word but the museum was lame. There was an entire exhibit on paper bags from yesteryears. My mummy actually went there for the mummies exhibit. We didn't know it was free that day. The queues were terrible. We hate waiting. So we didn't. My mummy missed her mummies. Christmas morning I went for Grandpox's church's Christmas service. There were lots of people and we all sang. (Lord, You're the encore. That's my favourite line and the only line I remember.) It was nice.


8am. The kids will be here in four hours. Time for Namaste Yoga on Discovery Home and Health. Stay flexible. Ciao.