just minishorts.

We made it, and then we had some dinners, a heart-to-heart talk with my mother (which was still rather heated, mind you), a tumble between the covers (nothing naughty, just some snuggling with a seven year old giggling in between), and a stroll down a gigantic furniture supermart (Ikea's absolutely packed at the weekend)… and then, it's all right again.

Here I've got to thank April for being such a gem and providing me the good comfort and solace… Can't wait for you to come home tomorrow! This girl is sweeter than the cakes she makes.

BTW, April's found a nifty new way to make her earrings scented. She's now injecting them with nice sweet essences, so you'll walk around with your ears smelling of strawberries or blueberries. So imagine, you wearing dangling strawberry-cheesecake down your dainty earlobes, and your boyfriend comes over to take a sniff off your hair–then he smells it, strawberries!

'I wanna eat you…'

OK that sounded pretty wrong.

But but but, the point is of course, April's all great and artsy, and she can make super earrings. And she's also the best bud a girl can ever have–great as a listening buddy, and always ever, ready to help.

Also of course, special thanks to Mei, James and Vincent for the *other* bits that you guys helped out with.

I've learnt something now, girls, if you have problems with your partner and you're not quite sure what you should do, look for a guy. Guys, ask a girl friend. You need a point-of-view analysis from the opposite gender so that you won't do weird stuff. After all, women have their heads screwed on different from the men.

Oh I'm rather random, ain't I? Oh yeah, Peter, I owe you your album. We're still using it, but will drive over to the hotel tonight to hand it over.

Sorry for the delay!