The Weekend
The weekend strikes again!
On Saturday morning, there was 4 of us in office. We ordered breakfast in. And I sat at my Resort Island where Sunset is still on leave, and everybody has been using her table as a stopover. Hence, I sat right there, only to be found, almost guilty, with a malay newspaper right in front of me. I knew it was going to happen. My life is too Murphy for it not to. So since I already appear to be reading the newspaper, I might as well. I couldn't understand a paragraph of it. How ironic to be caught reading the paper, when I'm trying so hard and didn't even understand what bit I was reading.
He walked into the office. Thankfully breakfast has yet to arrive. Said his good mornings and scanned round the office. 3 of us on Resort Island. 1 on FIT Island. We blinked. He didn't get the message. None of us spoke to him. He scanned the office, a second time. Or a third time.
We blinked again. And all of us silently pray that breakfast wouldn't arrive right about now.
With the silent treatment, he left. It's Saturday. And I suppose it was for my benefit, I don't know.
20 seconds after he left the office, our breakfast arrived. And we all chatted excitedly, about how impeccable the timing was.
I couldn't sleep a wink on Friday. On Saturday morning, I looked like a car crash victim. I did not even bother with colours and wore Pair 1 to work. I was feverish and I was stupid. I stayed at my desk very little.
The evening fade away, as I tried to close my eyes and rest them for a bit before the big show on Sat night. I could hear my parents leave for dinner at 7.00 pm and opened my eyes. It was almost dark. I showered and put on my skirt. My favourite pair of skirt since Penang weekend.
And I waited.
7.30 pm turned to 8.00 pm. Turned to 8.30 pm.
At 9.00 pm, I will kill the bride for wrong instructions. We were lost in the darkness.
Close to 10.00 pm, I find myself in the company of Glamour Sally and her children. Intoxicated Jon and Nic, of only 9 and 12.
We didn't stay as planned, my company was falling asleep. We left in a bit and I was home by 11.00 pm.
Sunday morning, I woke up excitedly. I thought I was going to catch Vince and E, the boys on Entourage. I wasn't so lucky. But I could change that. I called Jules.
We walked out and took the train. Silly sod had lunch at home and ended up watching me eat lunch.
I was on a mission and I had Jules constantly telling me, "Put those pair of sexy strappy shoes down".
All in all, I behaved. I behaved so well I didn't really care Ferrari was starting pole positions. I stayed out. Got my nails done. (although not as beautiful as my usual standards) Kimi crashed. And then I wasn't in a hurry to go home.
On Saturday morning, there was 4 of us in office. We ordered breakfast in. And I sat at my Resort Island where Sunset is still on leave, and everybody has been using her table as a stopover. Hence, I sat right there, only to be found, almost guilty, with a malay newspaper right in front of me. I knew it was going to happen. My life is too Murphy for it not to. So since I already appear to be reading the newspaper, I might as well. I couldn't understand a paragraph of it. How ironic to be caught reading the paper, when I'm trying so hard and didn't even understand what bit I was reading.
He walked into the office. Thankfully breakfast has yet to arrive. Said his good mornings and scanned round the office. 3 of us on Resort Island. 1 on FIT Island. We blinked. He didn't get the message. None of us spoke to him. He scanned the office, a second time. Or a third time.
We blinked again. And all of us silently pray that breakfast wouldn't arrive right about now.
With the silent treatment, he left. It's Saturday. And I suppose it was for my benefit, I don't know.
20 seconds after he left the office, our breakfast arrived. And we all chatted excitedly, about how impeccable the timing was.
I couldn't sleep a wink on Friday. On Saturday morning, I looked like a car crash victim. I did not even bother with colours and wore Pair 1 to work. I was feverish and I was stupid. I stayed at my desk very little.
The evening fade away, as I tried to close my eyes and rest them for a bit before the big show on Sat night. I could hear my parents leave for dinner at 7.00 pm and opened my eyes. It was almost dark. I showered and put on my skirt. My favourite pair of skirt since Penang weekend.
And I waited.
7.30 pm turned to 8.00 pm. Turned to 8.30 pm.
At 9.00 pm, I will kill the bride for wrong instructions. We were lost in the darkness.
Close to 10.00 pm, I find myself in the company of Glamour Sally and her children. Intoxicated Jon and Nic, of only 9 and 12.
We didn't stay as planned, my company was falling asleep. We left in a bit and I was home by 11.00 pm.
Sunday morning, I woke up excitedly. I thought I was going to catch Vince and E, the boys on Entourage. I wasn't so lucky. But I could change that. I called Jules.
We walked out and took the train. Silly sod had lunch at home and ended up watching me eat lunch.
I was on a mission and I had Jules constantly telling me, "Put those pair of sexy strappy shoes down".
All in all, I behaved. I behaved so well I didn't really care Ferrari was starting pole positions. I stayed out. Got my nails done. (although not as beautiful as my usual standards) Kimi crashed. And then I wasn't in a hurry to go home.
posted by Shine at 8/28/2006 10:05:00 AM
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