Tim & Pasta.

A bit the potong stim la since people were shouting minutes earlier from live scores, still celebrated though. Throat hurts like fuck right now from all the shouting, but it was fun nonetheless. Liverpool 0 - Man United 1. Champions come May :D

Joan Dear's farewell get together was pretty decent with chatter and jokes until the cards came out. Then everyone got serious and indulged in the gambling. Shame I couldn't eat more with the bad throat n all.

And earlier that evening...

Darien - Eh, dear where are all your friends?
Joan - They'll come later la.
Joan - Tim is here what...
Darien - Wah Tim, heard that or not?
Darien - Since you're her friend you must eat her pasta.
Joan - Yes Timmy, you MUST eat!
Tim - You think Joan's cooking not nice is it Darien?
Tim - I'll show you.
Tim - I'll take TWO helpings.
Joan - See dear? This is what you call FRIEND :)
Tim - But just in case Darien, where's the toilet?
Joan - HEY!
Joan - Stupid!


Stupid... Now that's a familiar word...

Oh well, love you too Joan :D