I'm really not a lover of any mango stuff. No so to say except for any mango candies or sweets. No harm to any mango lovers out there right. But. The moment I tasted my mum's hand made mango pudding or jelly. It tasted awesome. Greatness filled me. Not exaggerating here, it really tasted so. No denial. Sweet and sweet and the sweetness more from a mum's hand made. Nothing more to ask for. Surprisingly, she made definitely a lot and a lot from her first try and on a second thought there wasn't any event or what's coming up. Still left with a few in the fridge. Anyone's up for it do leave me a message. Haha.

Since today is a Saturday. It's a little more different that the usual one after for sometime. I met Wayne, Dham and Ong in the afternoon. Wayne did some shopping as he bought his VANS shoe plus getting our dinner. As usual of strolling and strolling from the first floor to the last without any aims. We settled down at the Pacific Coffee when all the other coffee outlets were full whichafter we decided to head home sweet home by the MRT.

It was great when it could have been longed.
On my way.

F.