I feel as if I lost a part of my life.

3 or 4 years of it to be exact.

I want my phone contacts back.

I hate changing phones.

I should have stuck to my old Nokia 8850 and not EVER change phones.

Super fucked up

Over the long weekend, I was well-rested.

I dreamt of work everyday, but it wasn’t within my control, was it?

I ended the last day of work with tears. Someone made me cry on Thursday. Hurhur. It was unintentional, but what to do, I am always emo, right?

I played mahjong on Thursday night with the usual gang despite the fatigue, but somehow it was so boring that all of us couldn’t wait for it to be over.

Let’s see what had I been up to over the weekend.

I played mahjong.

I didn’t feel like anymore mahjong.

I made an ang moh eat durian.

I cooked(!!!!!!). Oh my oh my, did I mention I cooked?!

I slept till evening. I didn’t even realise it was evening. I just woke up and it was, wow, evening.

I ate durian.

I had chocolates.

I received a small Anna Sui gift. Lip gloss looks yummy.

I watched a movie. It wasn’t a pleasant exchange.

I went to a nice place.

I had a nice dinner.

I went late-night shopping.

I chilled at some nice place and had yummy cheese as I planned for work.

I watched Sex and the City.

I cleared my phone list.

I played Viwawa.

I watched Manchester United screwed Liverpool.

I paid my credit card bills.

I received payments.

I deposited cash into my very empty bank accounts.

I am a mother today.

I brought Minibean out shopping today and she charmed everyone. She refused to let go of the shopping bags in her hands and she refused to be held/carried/led. So Mummy had to pretend to play hide and seek for her to follow.

I took a lot of nice pictures.

So, I shopped more than I normally did over the weekend, yet I didn’t buy anything, like always. But I know what I was searching for.

I had a relatively peaceful weekend, and I am glad the way it went.

And now, I blogged. Not extensively as I would like it to be, but hell yeah, I blogged. Finally.

And oh.

I told a lie.

And did I mention that… I cooked?

Of all things, besides spending time with Minibean, that was perhaps the proudest moment of the week.

“Don’t worry, I will walk you through..”

I can’t complain about a weekend like this, can I?

I want to sleep early so I have all the energy in the world to start my Monday good… but… I want to see the end of Arsenal and Chelsea…’s match.

Let it be a good weekend. Let it be a good weekend. Ahem.