Three days left and I still have yet to finish what I’ve set out to do! Procrastinate, procrastinate, and procrastinate some more……Someone help me please! Help to instill a sense of urgency in me please. Because I am still here, indulging in my own muses, banging and blogging away…..

“I shall never forget that the probability of a miracle, though infinitesimally small, is not exactly zero. ” Hmmm, definitely makes me feel better now, after reading my procrastinator’s creed. A creed a day, takes the work away. Don’t underestimate the power of the slow side.

Was searching for some images for my profile when I came across a few beautiful illustrations from Tomoko Ishikawa moo’s gallery. Such delicate and reflective illustrations!

Went out with the girls yesterday having a bitching session about whatever at Whatever. A bookstore & cafe serving organic vegan meals. Godma suggested ordering lasagna and stupid me asked “got beef or not?” at a vegan cafe. Then I feigned ignorance at the word vegan. “Ah, vegan means they serve mostly vegetables, but still got some meat right?”

Anyway, the food was tasty and so we were less annoyed at having to wait for our dear San. When she finally turned up, an hour late, she proclaimed that she has had a terrible day. Hey, wait a minute. That was what she said the last time three of us met up, I reminded them. And it was because of something she was wearing. And guess what. The attire she had yesterday was a contributor to her distress too. Aiyo, then why wear? “Because it’s cute.” Women can never ever overcome vanity, can they?

We had fun trading woes of other people over that late lunch. Godma had confirmed that Steven is married, but she couldn’t confirmed with who. She asked me to find out by asking Seok directly, which is not possible since we’re not in touch anymore. So her mission now is to find out more, and I’m to use her information to create a trail. I’m also to find out if my nephew is indeed residing in district 10 or 11, so as to affirm what Godma had missed out by not taking my earlier suggestion of dating him. They were also disgusted with me for suggesting that Seok looks like a fish. I corrected them: “Dory just reminds me of her. It’s the nose bridge.”

Godma later gave us a crash course on “How to recognise a transversite anywhere, everytime”. Must give it to her for being such an expert even though she has never been one. It’s now up to San to determine if the handsome Japanese lad at her fencing club indeed married one.

We finally finished whatevering at Whatever about 6pm and when we walked out, we realised that the cafe had under-billed us. San had initially wanted to go back in to ask for small change but changed her mind for fear of being detained. Haha…..

I had fun and I’m sure San went home feeling a bit better. Bitching itself is sufficiently therapeutic. Save the yoga for other days.