FF and I have a new resolution for year 2008.

We want to get married. Uhm.. but not to each other cos we don’t have dicks for each other.

If what JD had taught us is true, I am sure she will have hellava good time if I was born a man.

And then reality hits home when FF asked, “So when are we getting divorces so we can get married again?”

So much for fairytales. Haha.

But darling.. it is already so hard finding one to get married to, still can find so many others meh?

We all aim to have mahjong tables at our weddings… if not, funerals.

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So Minibean was with me yesterday.

She had fun on her new toy. She is a happy baby.

Dad told me that she had started to stand up and walk… say, 3 steps or so, but she always refuses to do it again for the adults to see.

We spent the day together, before Dad picked us up to head for my secondary classmate’s wedding dinner.

Dad really sayang-ed her darn lots. He didn’t really want me to bring her there(he is getting territorial these days that it is almost annoying), and ended up bringing her around Takashimaya to shop.

This, coming from a dad who always complained and refused my invitation to shopping outings.

She had so much fun watching the crowd(Dad didn’t want her to change out of her ugly PJs just in case she caught a chill).

The couple had met over mahjong sessions, and I lamented that I must have been playing mahjongs with all the wrong people.

Coincidentally, my old bunch of mahjong kakis who tide me over my pregnancy days, were invited also… such, is a small world.

3 other classmates turned up, and when Zeguang brought his girlfriend along, he stared at her incredulously when she told him she thought I was.. cough, pretty. I giggled and shyly covered my face with my shawl, before I tainted my image by loudly annoucing.. “OH PUURRLLLEEESSEE! Me??? You tell him he will laugh in your face!”.

He gave his usual comical face and went a pitch higher, “HER?!?! She and the word ‘pretty’ never go together one lor!!”.

So much for a friend… He forgot those days when I indulged him in late night mahjong sessions when we were 18. Ingrate.

Us, and the couple. Congrats Angie and Bryan!

The bride and I. We were classmates for 4 years… and she was the one who jio-ed the first ever mahjong session over at my place.

It was a simple affair, before I left… and was stranded in prettily-litted Orchard.

I just wanna look at the pretty lights, and stopped in my tracks.

I found a spot to sit down, and…. some guy was lurking around before my alarm bells went off and I searched for the girlies’ numbers.

And when one didn’t answer, he took the chance to come up to strike up a conversation when I was dialling another.

He thought I wasn’t local, and I insisted I am.

And then he switched to mandarin as if to verify that I wasn’t bluffing.

Ahem. I replied in meticulously enunciated mandarin, before I was back on the phone. He asked if I was waiting for a friend, and I lied.

I made my escape, pretending to be real busy on the phone.

I have tear-lee-ber friends who laughed at my misery.

I walked a long way to the cab stand, and finally got home at 12.

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I overslept today. I slept for 8 hours, and 8 hours of uninterrupted sleep is as rare as it comes. I was so deep in my sleep that when the alarm went off, I was still in my dreams, wondering what the sound was all about. Then I sub-consciously reminded myself I have something on, and I had to wake up.

And then, I did. After my alarm rang for 10 minutes.

Yet, 8 hours of sleep seemed not enough.

I was out at a meeting this afternoon, and I know not why I am so hesitant.

I had a drink before I went over to City Hall to meet JD and her colleagues. I was so blardy tired.

We went for dinner at Wisma foodcourt, before we jaywalked over to the event venue.

I even bumped into an ex-colleague, who apparently had made a career move.

I should have made my way home instead… cos I was so tired that at the end of the night, I was hoping it would be over, cos I could barely find the last ounce of energy to give half-hearted smile.

I was sure that even the sight of tiles wouldn’t wake me up enough, cos even the magical number 4 didn’t wake me up enough either. Oh -giggles- though the picturial moment did.

Strangely, a blogging console does the job well enough.

Okay, fine, I played a little online mahjong before this.. so the tiles-strategy does work.

And I still haven’t blogged about Minibean’s birthday though I have planned to do so earlier this week.

Gee.

Bad.