19 Days In A Row (and still counting)
Imagine meeting the same person up for 19 consecutive days. Madness? Sick and tired?

Yes to the former, but no to the latter. Every single day feels just like the first day. It's just amazing how it can be this way. The fact of us is still sinking in, and it feels great!

Anyway, here's some stupid lame shit that happened:

Him: *said something super lame* (can't remember what exactly)
Her: Talk rubbish lah!
Him: If rubbish can talk, dustbins can dance.
Her: -rolleyes more than 360 degrees-

So wanted to chew his head off. And so wanted to roll my eyes till they pop out of the sockets. But still, he's a joy who's always around. =p