The monsoon weather is actually pretty depressing. No golf, laziness kicking in, tranport troubles and boredom. I'm quite happy to know that Bibie is looking foward to my possible BKK trip. Though there are important things coming up like my driving theory test, Bibie's *project* and my Dubai trip, things are going to get boring in Singapore post christmas. The sucky part is, I'll go to BKK looking like a fat ass (not like I don't here already), it sunk in hard when Tracy started complaining that she's on the brink of hitting 50. MON DIEU! To top that off, she's the one calling me to remind me about Michy's exercise plan which I thought would benefit me greatly. What Irony! Miss Skinny happens to be the most enthusiastic. Michy and I have switched roles a little in this. She's become the call dodger and the little alien no one knows a heck about. Very strange... even stranger, I took her role of excuse maker after ditching my role as the dodger.

My Excuses
"Tracy, it's been raining terribly hasn't it?"
"How are we going to go there? My parents are in India."
"Thank You For Smoking was an awesome movie, I'm glad I stayed uptill 4am to watch it!"
"Are there dark clouds outside?"
"Are you working?"
"Doesn't Michelle have to attend her German lessons tomorrow?"

And it just goes on. Tracy has yet to find a way to tackle my rhetorical approach of excuse making thus nothing has happened. After the excuse, five minutes of silence follows then "ok, so talk to you later bye". Result= Pathetic amt of calories burnt by exercising mouth and holding up phone.

Ok if Tracy reads this I think she'll get it. ***Tracy's mind - Hmmm Stupid slackers, I'd just have to remind them how fat they are relative to the <50KG mademoiselles that establish Singapore as a "tiny nation"***

Moving on.. I'm planning someting interesting for this blog. Hopefully, I will get to it.