The weekend left me with plenty of pretty memories.
Friday evening’s desperation was one that provided great laughs.
“Uncle, you play mahjong?”
“Uhm, I have to capture the peak hour traffic,” was the reply from the cab driver.
Still, YZ and Charlotte (and boy) were fabulous kakis. It rained and stormed.
Mahjong till 7am, and then 6 hours of sleep before we ran off from the cab in the middle of the road to rush for Broadway Beng which we were late for.
It was then lunch at Hoggies, before we made our way to Cathay for Harold and Kumar.
It was a nice show, better than I had expected it to be.
We adjourned home for more mahjong action with Bernard and Shaun(*waves* since both still read my blog fervently!), and it was near 6 when we finally wrapped up.
My cards were so bad that I had 11 chap sar yio cards when I opened it.
Imagine tian hu chap sar yio. I will laugh till teeth drop. But I didn’t persevere. I ended up doing pong pong.
Cosy up in bed and slept till afternoon. Baby was already back.
Left home for dinner at Bukit Timah Casa Roma and ended up not feeling too well and headed for home.
Rolled around the bed with the amazingly cute baby, before I dozed off for a while, while watching CSI.
I woke up to finish watching the match, got really exhilarated with the League’s Champion celebration.
I went to sleep happily, and slept well.
Until it was 6am when I woke up for some painkiller. I hate cramps.
Morning came too soon, and went to work. Gave some blood for company’s body check up. Half wondering if my pad could do the job but realise how gross the thought is.
Honestly, this post could have been more lively and have more “happy” vibes, but I am sorry I just can’t find it within me today.
Especially now.
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