I am sick already of introducing myself over and over again just because I change my blog skin as often as I change my clothes (and undergarments).
The one thing I am never sick of telling you is my beautiful name, Diah.
The rest?
Read me and discover.
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:: Promotion? :: Friday, April 21, 2006
Ladies (including Nurul), please get May's issue of Her World.
You do us proud, my friend.
@ 11:49 a.m.
:: HELP NEEDED. :: Sunday, April 16, 2006
This is a very important announcement.
We have heard from a reliable source that our wedding pictures were featured in an issue of 'Majalah Perkahwinan.' We are not exactly sure though which issue we were featured in.
Therefore we are pleading with any of you who have seen our wedding picture(s) in Majalah Perkahwinan to email us, or rather me, Diah as soon as possible. We are desperate.
Its not everyday common people like us appear in magazines, you know?
(Unlike Nurul.)
We are waiting for your emails.
Thank you very nice.
@ 07:36 p.m.
:: Pak pak mak mak bing bing. :: Sunday, April 16, 2006
Two wedding invites in all. Two different venues. One of them, a fellow blogger. Location, Bedok CC. Deco, excellent! Congratulations Ernie and partner!
Welcome to the wives' club. Introducing your president, the laziest wife of them all, ME!!! Ho ho.
Seriously now, Ernie and her hubby looked so cute and good together!!!!
Oh, I bumped into a couple of bloggers at Ernie's too! How sweet! Everyone COMPLAINED that I was too tall. Not my fault, what! Tatek thinks I should lose some height. Not weight. (I think he is just afraid I will overtake him one day and be taller than him. Hmppff.)
Imagine someone telling you to lose some height. Ho ho. And how exactly do I go about doing that? Cut bits of my leg everyday, maybe?
I didnt get to snap proper pictures at the second wedding. Blame this silly red clown who was blocking my view of the beautiful bride and groom. He was too distracting! I had the great urge to pull his sarong down.
What's up with Malay weddings and this red clown nowadays, anyway? He is getting famous by the day, I see.
I should have asked for his autograph!!!
Damn.
@ 05:07 p.m.
:: The power of love a donut. :: Saturday, April 15, 2006
Mr Tatek,
It is about time your most precious wife here reveals something.
She craves for her Dunkin Donuts. Badly.
See, she has even put up a picture as evidence. Be impressed now. But be nice too. Get her a big box of Dunkin Donuts, please? 10 chocolate pudding, no less.
Buy 7, get 3 free mah?
She promises to allow you to watch your (silly) soccer every night. No need to argue, no need to fight. No need to even play scissors, paper, stone before deciding who gets to control the TV.
She will willingly use the computer while you are watching your soccer. (Not that using the computer is ever a torture for her.)
She will fry for you your favourite sotong balls whenever you feel like eating them. (She will ensure they turn out like black as usual.)
She promises to scrub the toilet bowl every morning before she goes to work. (And spit in it too.)
She promises to cut any song you want for your N70 phone. (She promises to cut only nursery rhymes for you. Your favourite!)
She promises to not kick your leg hard at night while you are asleep. (She will kick it softly instead.)
She promises to not use your Woodspice talc. (She will use it when you are not around, though!)
She will do anything for you, can't you see?
Jut get her one box of Dunkin Donuts, will you?
And quit dancing around like a gay Spiderman in your newly bought G2000 shirt and boxers in front of her. Now!
@ 10:05 p.m.
:: UnDECISIVE entry, this is not. :: Saturday, April 15, 2006
You sure you want to know how exactly Apiq's birthday celebration went?
You very, very sure?
Apiq's birthday celebration was truly a celebration. Indeed, he ensured he celebrated his birthday to the fullest. If ever, there was an award for 'Most Diligent' birthday boy, Apiq would win hands down. Ho ho.
And while he celebrated his birthday with zest, the rest of us got really tired. From waiting. For him. Fact time now. All the males in my family take a long time to make a decision in anything and everything. So when it comes to shopping, you can imagine how long we would have to wait before they finally decide on something. Apiq was no different yesterday.
Initially, I wanted to get him this pair of white Vans sneakers. Tne centre one, I mean.
But Apiq being Apiq, wanted to look around before he made up his mind. So what did the four idiots namely myself, Tatek, Nurul and Yan do? We followed him everywhere he went. And to make things worse, Apiq decided to have a break for a while, left us and went for lunch at Fish N Co with his buddies.
Nice. Very nice.
We were quite thwarted actually but really, what could we do? It was his birthday. Not ours. We had to make him happy, no matter what it took.
Although we were somewhat stupid yesterday, we were not THAT stupid. I We not stupid. Thank god for that! So, instead of following Apiq still like his silly bodyguards, the four of us decided leave him alone with his friends and do our own shopping. Ili joined us soon after. I bought myself a pink babydoll top. Nurul bought the same top as mine, but hers is green in colour. Tatek bought a cap. Yan bought quite a number of things. He bought a pair of pants, a couple of tees and I don't know what else. And to aggravate further the whole situation, Yan took a very, VERY long time to decide on what he wanted to buy too! If you must know, his favourite line is ,"Which one is nicer?" And his favourite reply to our answers has always been "No la, I don't think so." Why even bother seeking for an opinion in the first place, dear brother?
Tatek and I gave up halfway and decided to walk around Tampines Mall while waiting.
What about Apiq?
After his lunch, thankfully he decided to join us again. In the end, after spending about an hour at Royal Sporting House, and countless number of pictures snapped, Shafiq chose a BLACK pair of Vans sneakers. Like, finally?
We were supposed to be back home by 6 pm but ended up reaching home only at 7 pm! Mak was gnashing her teeth. Daddy was perspiring and looking very, very hungry. Poor Boolit was left all alone in Yan's room from the time we went out till we came back till we finished eating our dinner. In other words, he was 'trapped' in Yan's room for about five hours. It is no wonder why Yan's room smells like a pet shop now.
Right Boolit?
This was what we ate yesterday, all thanks to Mak and Daddy. And Ju too.
Apiq's two very GOOD looking brothers lighting up the birthday candles for him. Good looking, indeed. Ho ho.
Oh well, despite our weariness and all, we had fun...
We had oily faces...
And we had Boolit for company too!
Best! I mean, worst!
Not forgetting Ili too who apparently enjoys smelling weird reeking things like Boolit's rear.
Caught you red-handed, Ili!!
:O
This is wonderful. When it comes to my family, nothing else matters as long as everyone is happy and having fun. Oh, a good laugh is quite crucial too. :o
Happy Belated 15th Birthday, my dear Apiq!
@ 05:14 p.m.
:: Happy Birthday Apiq! :: Friday, April 14, 2006
And so the birthday card is ready.
Possibly, the longest birthday card ever.
Now it is just waiting to be scribbled on.
And at the same time, put itself at a very high risk of being flawed by SOME people with VERY ugly handwriting.
Tsk tsk.
There goes my hard work.
Again.
@ 01:12 p.m.
:: GOOD Friday, indeed! :: Thursday, April 13, 2006
I do not comprehend why some people enjoy putting very lengthy, mind-numbing song lyrics as their blog entries. If you ask me, I will not put myself out to read the song lyrics. That is mental torture, hokay!? I will immediately leave the blog. Oh, I will not forget to cross the blog with a white chalkboard ala the pretty servant in Ali Baba too. Come on, those kind of blog entries are purely lackluster. I mean, if you do not know what exactly to blog about, or how exactly to express yourself, then DON'T blog. DON'T create an entry just for the sake of creating one. DON'T bore others to death. DON'T let others read what they would normally listen to. Just (DON'T) do it. DON'T. DON'T. Please.
But of course, at the end of the day, it is your blog and you decide. If people like me do not like the entry you have created, we should just skedaddle and disappear, yes? Ho ho. Oh, don't you get offended now should you feel or suspect that I was referring to you. I am just being honest. Besides, the very fact that I own this blog gives me the autonomy TOO to put across my oceanwide views, yes?
Anyway. I am pretty excited about tomorrow. 14th of April. There are so many reasons why tomorrow is a special day. So many reasons for celebration, I am in raptures!!
One, it is a Good Friday holiday.
Two, it is the birthday of my darling baby brother, Shafiq, or affectionately known as Apiq.
Three, we are having a family gathering yet again!
Four, Nurul is coming over to irritate me. Hurray!
Five, Mr Boolit, the most eligible kitten, is coming over to celebrate Apiq's birthday together with us.
Six, I will get to spend my Friday, a weekday, with Tatek for once! No need to wait for the weekend.
Tell me now, how can tomorrow not be a GOOD Friday for me?
I have yet to get Apiq's gift. Let me just bring him out tomorrow and let him choose his gift himself.
Meanwhile, I bought this in preparation for tomorrow.
Gorgeous birthday candles for my gorgeous Apiq. Honestly, as much as I want him to blow these candles, I want to keep these candles as memento and blow them each time no one is looking. Ho ho.
Oh well.
My darling Apiq, I am damn proud to have you as my baby brother. I hope you ll continue to take very good care of yourself. Just don't devote your all to Counter Strike, please? Love you loads, brother!
With that, happy birthday Md Shafiq Bin Roslan! (in 35 mins time)
Stay gorgeous, gorgeous!
@ 10:51 p.m.
:: A History Lesson. :: Tuesday, April 11, 2006
I was leafing through some really old pictures when I saw Mak's wedding pictures. Besides the fact that she looked drop dead, some of the pictures actually bear really close resemblance to my wedding pictures. It was almost like dejavu when I saw those pictures! So I decided. I MUST share those pictures with you. I scanned them. I resized them. I adjusted the brightness and contrast. I uploaded them into photobucket. I copied their tags and pasted into my entry. All that just for the sake of showing those old pictures to you.
Now, your job is not as complicated as mine. Your job is simple. Just take some chips, a mug of hot tea, and compare and contrast the following pictures.
The Rose.
While she was posing with a fairly big fake rose, I was holding a bouquet of real roses.
Kadi Hassan Salim.
While her Kadi was the then young Hassan Salim, mine was the old Hassan Salim.
The Car.
While they looked away from the camera ala the shy bride and groom, we looked towards the camera ala the shameless bride and groom.
Ho ho.
See? History does repeat itself.
Convinced now?
@ 10:48 p.m.
:: Smelly Cat(s), Smelly Cat(s), what are they feeding you? :: Sunday, April 9, 2006
Meow.
Today we had a much awaited family outing. Daddy was a happy man because everyone was present today. We were complete. He likes it when everyone of us is there, this Daddy of mine. When we say family, we include our maid, Ju, as well as our adopted family member, Nurul. Right after her Suria Segar show, she rushed to our place. Yes, she rushed.
So anyway, the sole purpose of the outing was to go to the Cat Show held at Singapore Expo. And whenever the three BEAUTIFUL ladies are together, a lot of pictures would be taken as well. Today was no exception. The number of pictures we took, countless! The amount of fun we had, tremendous!
Papparazi, papparazi!
Relax la Auntie. No need to block my camera's flash. Ho ho.
We were expecting to see cute kittens on sale, but we ended up seeing different contending adult cats in their cages or rather, cells. For once, I thought I was at the 'Singapore Cat Prison' instead of 'Singapore Cat Show'. Yes, the cats were imprisoned for being too beautiful. Hmmm. Imagine yourself being imprisoned for being too beautiful. Everyone would want to be really ugly then. Ho ho.
Anyway.
Sure, there were a lot of cats on display, but we were only interested in true blue Persian cats. Flat-faced, no less. We have a common understanding. We do not like it a single bit if a cat has a long pointed nose. It looks like a mean faggot. And cats are supposed to be all cute and chubby. Sorry but its true.
And while we were obsessed with the cats, guess what Mak and Ju were obsessed with?
Shaking their legs.
Wet blankets!! Hmppfff.
Do you know I actually told myself that I must put up this entry before Nurul does because during the cat show, we both ended up taking the same pictures of the same cats? I figured if I put up this entry first, she would be the one copying my entry should she decide to update about today's outing later tonight. Ho ho. Slow coach, slow coach!
Anyhow, have a good look at some of the cats that we kinda fell in love with. Actually it was more of a crush. Not love. Not even love at first sight.
The one with closed eyes all the time.
The one with hidden eyes, hidden nose, hidden mouth.
The one with a fat, fat body.
The one with a good taste in women.
The one with feather duster as its fur.
The one with a tight fitting kimono.
And our favourite for today, the one with the most beautiful fur and a very, very flat face..
But the winner?
BOOLIT!!! Still Boolit. Always Boolit. Forever Boolit.
And forever Tatek too. Just because my good Tatek bought me a Nokia N70 yesterday! :o
I am so in love with the phone's camera because it produces quality pictures almost as good as a digital camera! Want proof?
Want another proof?
Find my Tatek if you can! Ho ho.
I told you N70 my Tatek is good!
Do you believe me now?
And are you watching Miss Singapore Universe now?
Do you like it?
Are you having a good laugh?
Do you need tissue?
@ 07:58 p.m.
:: Worst Entry. :: Saturday, April 8, 2006
Ok, I am back by 'popular' demand. Ho ho.
Sorry, I've been really busy with school. With Tatek. With Boolit, Nurul's child who resembles a cat. Wait a minute, it is a cat. A 4 1/2 months old kitten, to be exact. And a really adorable one at that too.
We are currently hooked on Boolit. Boolit is what Daddy calls Nurul too, by the way. Anyway. Even my mum, a stanch cat hater, is addicted to Boolit. She doesnt mind looking at him from a distance, as long as Boolit doesnt touch her. She thinks cats are filthy.
Just two days ago, Boolit (and his mum) paid us a visit. I couldnt get my hands off Boolit. I kept touching him, and holding him, and cuddling him and kissing him. I kept calling him 'Worst'. 'Worst', in our language means, 'the extreme in everything'. For instance, if a cat is too adorable, we will say he is 'Worst'. (=too cute.) If Nurul keeps irritating me, I will call her 'Worst'. (=too irritating) If I see a really nice pair of earrings, I will say the earrings are 'Worst'. (= too nice.) Get it?
I told you my family is full of baloney!
Anyway, today, or rather yesterday, was my first Sports' Day as a teacher. Of course I felt proud. I was all dressed up like a trained P.E teacher, hokay? I was all NIKE yesterday. From my cap to my track pants to my pouch to my track shoes. Well almost all, except for my Abercrombie tee. I suspect some people thought I was sponsored by NIKE. Wouldnt it be cool if teachers are sponsored each time for a special event like Sports' Day? Treat us like stars lah once in a while! And yes, for once, Mdm Diah was not wearing her heels. Happy?
But honestly, the hot weather dampened my spirits and my pupils' as well. My pupils were obviously in agony because they were seated right under the hot sun. We had nowhere else to sit since the stadium was already full. If you ask me, I don't think my kids enjoyed their first Sports' Day that much. One of my kids was so irritated by the whole thing I think, till he raised up his hands to tell me something really funny and quite trivial actually before covering his mouth.
"Mdm Diah, I think A******** never eat anything one. Her mouth very smelly ley!"
Ho ho.
That's our Sports' Day. Just for you.
After the Sports' Day event, I took a cab home with a mad cab driver who was singing out loud and out of tune all the way, took a 15 min nap, took a 15 min shower, and took 45 mins to get ready. All that for a date with my husband. To town. To get his Nokia N70. Since his phone was only coming in at 6pm, we killed time from 3 pm all the way to 6 pm by shopping. I didnt mind it at all actually since shopping is really an indulgence. Never a torment. Never a torture. But Tatek is not as eager when it comes to shopping. He gets tired easily if he walks a lot, but he doesnt tire that easily if he plays soccer for three consecutive days. Pfft. Men.
And oh my, he was like a baby today. He couldnt wait to get his new phone, just like a baby who couldnt wait to get his first toy. He put a long face during lunch, even. My appetite was not spoilt, though. I was so famished, I could eat the whole shop up!
In truth, I was a happy bunny today. I even took a picture of myself in the toilet.
Worst eh?
Worst.
@ 12:19 a.m.
:: MISS Nurul. :: Saturday, April 1, 2006
I realize....
I miss my best friend.
We have not met up for the past two weeks. Make it one month, won't you?
She has been busy with her new show. That Suria Segar show.
I have been busy with my work too. Teachers are always busy.
I need to catch up with her real soon. But I was never a good runner.
I shall SMS her now. I still remember her no.
I expect a reply from her in about 6 hours time. Or maybe even tomorrow.
That busy freak. That best friend of mine.
I miss you, idiot.
@ 12:12 p.m.
:: POSITIVELY resigned to fate. :: Friday, March 31, 2006
This is somewhat a bit too daunting. Almost everyone around me is pregnant. Those who are not around me are pregnant too.
I have this college friend who got married the same day as me. She was pregnant a month later.
I have this acquaintance whose wedding I attended in late January. She is already showing signs of pregnancy.
I have this colleague who was so conscious about her extreme gain of weight that she wore a girdle to work! Two weeks ago, she found out she was two months pregnant.
I have this busybody of an Uncle who keeps calling my mum ALMOST every morning to check whether or not I am already carrying Tatek's child. (Well, at least he cares. After all, thats what RELATIVES are for.)
I have this pupil by the name of Sarah who thinks I am pregnant just because I touch my tummy occasionally in class.
I have silly colleagues who think I am pregnant just because I love to wear baby doll tops to work.
I have even sillier colleagues who thought I was pregnant just because I was playing with my tongue, almost swallowed it, and felt like throwing as a result of that.
I have a best mate who thinks I have put on weight and therefore, have to be pregnant. Not all fat women are pregnant, you know? And not all pregnant women are fat.
I have a hubby who likes to think I am already pregnant.
I had myself thinking as a result of all the needless thinking done by all these people.
Should I get pregnant?
Is it too early?
I can't even take care of myself, what more my child?
But then again, if I can take care of 30 kids everyday, why not just 1 kid of my own?
Well, I will like to think that if Allah wants to grant me a child, then Allah will grant me a child.
Until then, all of you can stop thinking. For me.
:o
@ 11:20 p.m.
:: Flip it. :: Tuesday, March 28, 2006
I really do have such wonderful colleagues. I love them! Come on, who wouldnt if she keeps getting surprised by the sight of little gifts (besides the ever so dreaded white relief paper) on her desk each time she reaches school? A day before, I saw this Isetan bag with a little sticky note that said, "Dear Diah, this reminded me of you. Hope you like it."
Of course I like it! Its a beautiful beaded green necklace,for goodness' sake!
And then today, I saw yet another gift on my table. A black choker cum necklace. At first, I thought it was from Santa, since there was no name or note left alongside the gift. But silly me, Santa only 'exists' in Decembers. And after carefully scrutinizing the gift, I saw the tag, saw Sarawak, and knew immediately who it was from. Tanzeela, the woman who went to Sarawak during the school holidays. I left a sticky note on her desk to thank her. I love leaving sticky notes. It is so fun, the feeling of quickly and secretly leaving the sticky note when the person the sticky note is intended for is not there.
"When I saw all these necklaces with big seashells in Sarawak, my mind was going Diah, Diah, Diah." said Tanzeela when she dropped by my cubicle later.
Aaaaahh so sweet.
My colleagues actually take notice of the things I like. I shall make it a point to dress up more then. And strut my stuff in front of everyone in the staffroom. I should try wearing my white gold set. Then, hopefully, my colleagues would take notice of it, and leave me gifts in the form of white gold in future!! I could even try pasting money on my forehead, top, and pants. See whether they would leave me money on my table or not. Ho ho. But seriously, I really do love it when I receive presents in the form of necklaces or long, chunky earrings. I love to add on to my collection. At the present moment, I have 2 big boxes of necklaces, and 1 big board of earrings, and I am not giving up. I will keep collecting more. Tatek has long given up on me, though. There were times when he restrained me from buying more earrings or necklaces, but I guess he realized that earrings and necklaces complete me, which explains the complete resignation from him nowadays. Ho ho. I love you Tatek, in case you still do not realize even after the current layout. It is dedicated to you, and only you. The man in all the pictures with me is you, by the way.
Hmmm, I think it is time for me to be Santa. And leave real gifts for my colleagues on their desks instead of just them sticky notes all the time.
Anyway, today, Sarah Ann Johnson said something really so cute and flattering to me in the middle of our English lesson, I blushed la! But I am still wondering actually how her comment is related to what I was teaching, Healthy Food and Vegetables.
"Mdm Diah you so sexy one. You everytime do your hair with your hands so sexy one!"
Again, Sarah? Can you please repeat that? Mdm Diah appreciates all constructive comments from her pupils. Mdm Diah is very flattered. Comments like yours will defintely make Mdm Diah less sleepy in class. Mdm Diah didnt know that you found her flipping of hair actions in class so sexy. Mdm Diah will try her very best to flip her hair more in class. Mdm Diah likes to be sexy without having to expose her breasts or butt. Mdm Diah believes that more (skin) is sexy. Less (skin) is seksa (torturing). Do you think so too, Sarah?
But really, Sarah, try to concentrate more on the lessons. I spent nights preparing for it, you know? Had I known you would be checking me out instead, I wouldnt have bothered to prepare for the lesson. I would just doll myself up for all my lessons, which is way easier than preparing for lessons.
Hmpffff!
@ 09:21 p.m.
:: Count the number of yawns. :: Monday, March 27, 2006
Today was really such a drag for me. I was so sleepy in school, I kept yawning while teaching Maths. Its either I was really sleepy, or Maths is plainly a boring subject to teach. But then again, I was yawning even when I was eating my sandwich. I yawned in the toilet. I yawned during P.E. I yawned while reading this book I am currently addicted to even! I yawned and I yawned big time. And funnily, I did not bother to cover my mouth when I yawned. I let out everything. Hoooooooooooorghhh. I didnt care if the classroom reeked of my stinking breath. I didnt care if I looked like a a haggard lioness when I yawned. My pupils must have noticed the unspectacular side of me today. I bet some of them even counted the total number of times I yawned before going back home to report to their parents. Oh children, I hope you did not forget to also tell your parents that I was wearing a new red top today. :o
But really, I was very heavy-eyed today. And very lethargic as well. I didnt bother to joke as much with my kids or colleagues. I was mute when Tatek fetched me home. I think he was quite worried that his usually chatty wife was on silent mode. Was I suffering from a serious case of Monday blues? Or was it because of my late night yesterday?
Questions. Questions. Often left unanswered.
Tomorrow, or rather later today, I will be teaching about colour idioms. Perhaps, as a tuning in activity, I could recall with my pupils the yawning incident, and tell them that I was suffering from a bad case of Monday blues.
Then they would definitely ask me what Monday blues is. I would explain to them, and then proceed with the rest of the colour idioms. Perfect. Relating to real life experience when teaching is always good. Pupils will remember better. Perhaps, when they grow old, they would remember me as the teacher who yawned more than teach in class.
Ok enough. I think I feel very guilty for yawning in class. Not once, not twice, not thrice even. Countless. Uncountable. Don't you realize how affected I really am by the yawning incident? I feel like I am paid by MOE to yawn, not teach. And that makes me feel all the more guilty.
Sheesh.
I am always reminding my pupils on the importance of having manners in anything they do. For instance, covering their mouths when they yawn.
Apparently, their teacher here has difficulty practicing what she often preaches.
Rotten peaches!
Rotten day!
@ 11:56 p.m.
:: Intimate moments :: Sunday, March 26, 2006
Among all the blog skins I have designed for my blog, I think I like the current one the most. Simply because Tatek and I can rub our little skinny noses together and somehow make all our pictures look quite intimate without us having to feel guilty about it. See, we are married and married couples can do a lot of intimate things together publicly. We have been waiting so long to get married just to take intimate pictures, hokay?! Ho ho. But of course, we know we are Muslims, and thus, we do know our boundaries and stuff like that. I still do not dare to put up our kissing pictures yet. I am not quite comfortable. Not yet. At least, not until I know who exactly are the people reading or visiting my blog.
Anyway, yesterday Tatek was a very happy man.
He got this.
A Springfield shirt.
I think he looked really hot in it. And to think this hot man is actually my hubby. Nice! Very nice! Very, very nice!
And I like the following picture so much I don't even care if our faces were partially distorted, all thanks to the sunbeams. But then again, our faces are already naturally distorted, so there.
Anyway, we went to a wedding reception earlier today. Tatek's camp mate. Just before we were about to leave, I went up to the bride to congratulate her, and this was what she said to me. "You put on weight! You put on weight!"
Hmm. I was quite taken aback by what she said though I found it funny too that the bride actually had time to check me, or in this case, my body out. I was not insulted but very, VERY flattered. Furthermore, she added that it was a compliment, not an insult, so there. But even if she did not add the last bit, I wouldnt mind it at all. I am shameless see, so it is really hard for anyone to put me down. :o
Ok, we are going JB later. Tatek wants to top up fuel. I want to go get my magazines, and hopefully, my Dunkee Donuts too. :0
@ 05:19 p.m.
:: My apologies :: Saturday, March 25, 2006
Sorry if this layout is somewhat too sweet for you diabetics out there.
