I head to the kitchen and get myself a mug from the cabinet. A yawn escapes from my lips and for at least sixty seconds, I stay still with my eyes closed, leaning against the counter.
After that very very little flamingo nap, I open my eyes and resume to what u was doing.
As I boil some water for coffee, I pour in one and half a tea spoon of sugar in my mug, followed by the sachet of black coffee. For me, the bitter the coffee, the better.
Whereas Jia fancied sweeter things instead. I swear if she keeps that uo, she'll end io having diabetes at such an early age.
When I say Jia is a big fan when it comes to sweets? Even that statement itself fails to cover it up.
She goes totally crazy when it comes to sure. She can consume up to bags of lollipop in a day. And this is me not ment
