Thursday, December 31

Wii Love Wii

If I were to study overseas, I'll bring a box of pasta sauce and 2 boxes of pasta.

It seems to be the only edible (closest I can get to lip-smacking-delicious) thing that I can cook.

But the Leggo brand's alfredo sauce just sucks. Creamy but bland. Eww.

"I love myself," quoting Iven. I love Prego's sauces.

The macaroni looked weird but anyway, it tasted good.

My diet shall be: omelette and bread for breakfast; toast for lunch; and pasta for dinner. So gonna starve and come back a stick man.

I've been dying to write about Damien's encounter with his Nintendo Wii.

This beautiful beautiful baby was what Damien has been dreaming of. Calls it his desire, his precious.

Daddy told us on the phone that we'll get a parcel. Damien got the fancy idea that it'll be his Wii, God knows what induced him to think that way.

He asked whether was it his Wii on the way. Daddy said he didn't know.

Anyway the adamant boy kept insisting that it's his Wii on the way. Even gave Brian and I a lecture on his analysis of daddy's tone of voice and other je ne sais quoi.

And then the GDex truck appeared while Damien was playing his PS2 upstairs. The guy asked for him and he ran down the stairs, dashed to the gate, grabbed the parcel and ran.

Let me remind you that the guy is of pygmy size. He literally jumped and grabbed the parcel.

All for this thing. The beautiful Wii.

The guy who delivered it was shocked, having experienced a situation similar to a snatch-theft. Then he laughed as he saw Damien hugging the parcel, running and laughing like a mad man.

So embarrassing.

Then the boy started tearing the parcel apart like a wild animal, resorting to using his teeth even, because his 'claws' were pulled away.

The happy couple. The whole neighbourhood reverberated with his devilish evil laugh when he saw the 3 alphabets.

Awesome game console. So slim so white so shiny.

Aunt sent us some games too. Damien is now in love with 'Cooking Mama'. Sissy.

Going out later. Sadly not with Isaac and the gang, them people going to Quattro.



Happy New Year
2010 is going to be fab,
Trust me, XOXO.

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