I am early today for work. But I refuse to start until it’s time. One of those days. Plus, it is Monday.
Weekend was spent totally running around with a lot stuff going on. Sometimes I wonder, would life ever catch me at a moment of ponder. Like Saturday, I had to rise early because I needed to stay in the car while Eugene collects his passport. Then we went off for breakfast, then off to catch the watch man who Eugene was supposed to collect from, but instead we had to walk around the Junk stores because we were early and the watch man's shop was still close, then I got Annie Lennox's Collection album (priceless!)(and Eugene got that Wonder Girls album - don't ask) because we had to kill time. Right after that, I scooted off to look for working pants, which I ended buying 3 working clothes, 1 very sweet dress, 1 blouse and 1 tube. And yes, I did not forget my working pants.
This is the consequences of letting loose, catching up with shopping. I spent!
By the time I reached home, I had to manage the laundry. And by the time I was pretty much done, it was time for an early run. At 4.30pm. Lucky, it was a nice cool day without much sun piercing its way through the horizon so the good news was, I managed to run around TTDI. Great. I did the 4 clicks. Came back, showered and rushed to the hairdresser to get my hair done.
Pee-Ka-Boo TTDI is lack of talent. My grief. My expectation on my hair blow is this much only. Or maybe Jefry has improved tremendously. Or maybe I'm just plain rigid. They did not do a good job on my hair. They were not perfectedly in place as I normally have it done.
By the time I was done, it was raining. I had to walk under the rain {with an umbrella}, walking through puddles and the swooshing of rain water through my toes and feet as I get into my car with a freshly blowed hair.
I changed, put on my make-up and off I went, whisked to Her Cheang's wedding. It was a lovely wedding, with all white and pink. Elaine's dresses were very nice. Of course, as in all dinner with Malacca friends and the bunch of hangouts of Finns, we have the drunkards - talkative, loud and noisy {the infamous Ben, David, Bryan}. They are as always, my mode of amusement while going through the entire motion of mundane wedding protocol. Lucky as well, I had KC seated next to me so we had on and off stuff to gossip, muse and laugh about. Wonderful.
I love the table décor where there were vases of pastel pink water, where right at the top, there was a bouquet of pastel pink/purple flowers on the dinner table, the matching pastel drapes and scented candles of alphabet E and C as door gifts. Food was typical Chinese wedding food. Nothing much to shout about though I did do my bit since I was sick hungry {where did I get this word from?}
I have made several conclusion during the wedding dinner though {OK, the bitch streak is out again} - Li Ting and Li Peng are equally dumb blondes, it is just a matter of degree. I don't think guys would find that or maybe I'm just hyper critical. Li Peng was giving signals of being easy with the guys and apparently hoping to be getting some quickie or at least some fucks for the night {though I don't wish to be imagining it} {which also explains how she got into bed with some guys within that circle of friends and/or got groped for no apparent reason(s) it seemed}. Don't ask me how I know this, but it's just pure woman instinct I say. Li Ting was doing her rounds of dumb blonde streaks. Not withstanding, some of the remarks she made. It does raise my eye brows, un-literally. The things she said, the way she reacted, the way she carried herself. Gosh. Enough said. I have been mean enough.
I snoozed off to bed about 1am watching some almost-interesting movie about Christmas starring Reese Witherspoon and that guy I can't remember his name who dated Jennifer Aniston for a little, short while. Yeah, that was how monotonous the movie was.
On Sunday, it was tim sum breakfast at Ming Room with my in-laws. I was happy because food was good and I got some time with my in-laws. MIL showed me her new Prada bag. Nice. She even got a matching wallet. Nice.
Then we walked around BSC and were stucked in the watch shop again. I know. How many watch shop do we need to bus stop everytime we go somewhere retail? This time it was Panerai. Panerai. Panerai. The 40mm looks perfect on my little wrist though. The price was even perfect. RM20K after discount. I think I need the money more for my soon-to-change car.
The funny thing that happened to me there was when I was strolling into a shop with my MIL, looking at clothes, this lady {the shop keeper} made a remark of the world that made me giggle shits. She said, "Wow, you look like your mother." LOL. I corrected her that this beautiful lady here is my MOTHER-IN-LAW. She did the cover line, "Ohhhh, your son must love you so much that she got a wife that looks like her mum!" OH!!! Common…!!!
I had to seriously return home to complete the 43 book marks by then. Otherwise, someone's not going to get her stuff in time. And so I completed it by 5pm.
I ran 5 clicks this time at 5.45pm but I felt tired. I am at the verge of skipping because I was physically tired. As usual, I reminded myself of my 3 days of running quota per week. As it is already, I am starting to feel the building up of lard in my system again :-(
When I returned, it was trying hard to finish the 2 remaining thank you cards but only 1 succeeded. I went off for dinner at a steamboat shop in Puchong (yeah, we literally TRAVEL to eat) and by the time midnight struck, I was done. Yahooo. I am done with 43 book marks and 2 Thank Yous.
I sent a mail to Azyla to arrange for payment and shipment. Well…. It was already 1am and I had no choice but to shut everything and go to sleep. Monday…. Sigh, Monday.
And here I am. Documenting the event of my fabulous busy weekend.
I wish for more sleep time though… and more of no work days. Already dreaming again…
