I didnt purposely go clubbing just coz my baby's out of town. It was arranged long before yesterday. Though in the end it wasnt with Eddie that I went dancing with. Ha~

Again, I shall relegate the change in plans to divine intervention. That shall be my pet excuse for now. Jo agrees with me utterly on this point. Seeing that she's catholic, there isnt any grounds to suspect that we are both wrong isnt it?

Didnt do anything too sinful. Except for maybe the time when I was brushing against a pert butt on the way to the ladies. No, I'm not lesbian. The owner of the butt is an alpha male. I suspect if he looks you right in the eye, you'll positively swoon into his arms. So I didnt take the risk and decided empyting my bladder was more important. Was home in bed as the sun was peeking over the horizon. For the first time on my 20years existance, I turn my world topsy turvy and no one cares. I've got alcohol to my fill to boot.

Oh, and a Big Breakfast sitting in my stomach too!

I wondered about my silent phone as the wee hours stretched into the crazy orgy of drinking and dirty dancing (not on my part! swear, swore, sworn). Then I remembered why.

As lambbie announced his ultimate decision to leave, my dragonlady presented a picture of calm to us. Yet, deep inside we're all panicking. All the important minute questions were reflected on our faces. Talk about crisis.

"It's okies, I can take up half of the mortage." I swear she heaved a sigh on the slight. Oh well, there goes a bit of shopping money. Hm....quite a lot actually.

"Sons are born for display. Daughters are the real deal of children." I'm glad I've finally made the cut for a perfect daughter. :) Even when it means no more shopping, it all feels worth it to be appreciated finally. Even if I'm just taken for being a cash cow.

Not to demean sons in general, but from what I see, sons arnt exactly cut out to be family oriented. They belong to their wives, their girlfriends, their friends. So pray hard your brother/cousin/son/friend gets a nice girl for their partners. Otherwise you can forget about seeing them. At the risk of sounding contradictory, my baby is family oriented but not because of me. He is just like that from the very beginning. So if your brother/cousin/son/friend is like him, there really isnt anything to worry about.

Speaking of seeing friends, I hereby would like to apologise to Alvin. I'm so sorry I didnt tell you about the change of plans but you didnt call and exactly ask what my plan was. I wouldnt have expected you to really scout for help to get you into Velvet just coz I mentioned I would be holed up in there. Next time, please make sure you ASK and CALL and I think we would never have to blast at each other for being insolent alright?

Last night proves to be the worst fights I ever had with any friend. In fact, I think he's the only friend I ever have to argue with. However last night was really the crux. Geez. And he sent me all my sarcastic replies to him after the major blow. His way of telling me "Hey, Ms Tan, I've put up with a lot of your crap."

Reading all that I've told him all these times, I really wonder why he is still my friend. Actually, since he always has to bend to my will and apologise first, I really really question the reason for him sticking up for me still. Haha~

Btw, I noticed this seems to be "Relationship Crisis" weekend. Brett spent the better half of saturday sobbing his eyes in his room-dont ask me why, I'm the sister for goodness sake! I'm not supposed to know! Jess hiked up a problem in her boy. Ting didnt seem too happy about her Yang, I'm glad I can't catch this contagious trend. My baby is after all in Bali diving for the week. No chances of arguments. In any case, chin up my dears! Storms will blow over soon enough, I believe.

Monday is coming in 5 hours and before I know it, the week will be out and my baby will be back. If I repeat often enough, I'm sure I will believe it.

Yea. Right.

P.S. Dear God, please make the clock tick faster. I swear I won't mind ageing very very fast this week.

I beg You to make Balinese rich instantly so they have money to buy thick clothes instead of wearing thin sarongs. Or please just make Bali slightly colder so everybody (especially women) has to be wrapped up in jackets.

And Father, please keep my baby safe and his eyes (and mind) on those stupid fishes underwater and not on those seemingly nice waitresses in thin sarongs.

I thank You for the new dresses (yet again.) and all that I'm given. I hope You will watch over everybody and generally not test anybody (including especially me) with taxis again. (it is not very fair to my bank account currently.)

Amen.

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