So the weekend whisked by without warning. Again. As it always does. I can't believe I've already been working for close to half a year. It's like I slept for a night, woke up, and found that I'm 6 months(and a lot of beers) older.

I like blogging about my weekends because it makes me feel like I've actually had them.

So Friday was pretty nice. Charis bought dinner and we headed to Zouk to catch up with some friends after. Wasn't home past 3.

Saturday, I had to muster a lot of determination, peel the sheets off, and head out of home no later than 8.30am. I was cussing my way to the toilet. On a Saturday man. It's a sin to wake up in the AMs on Saturdays.

So, I found myself sitting in the waiting-to-collect-passport area in ICA, with no mp3(cos I forgot), no book, and only the big black screen with little red lights that tell you which counter's ready to serve whatever queue number to entertain myself with. So when the numbers hit 6700, I thought to myself, why not walk out and take a smoke. After all, it's another 70 people until it's your turn.

Bad move. I missed my turn.

But anyway, Charis was such a sweetheart to have agreed(I forced her to actually) to meet me so early on a Saturday. So we shopped till we nearly dropped.

I bought a really gorgeous dress that day that I know I'm never gonna wear. But what the hell, it's gorgeous. After all, it's not like I have enough new pieces in my closet which I haven't wore. Just a couple of dresses and tops here and there. Pfft.

Alright, I've tonnes more to say. But I'll leave it to another entry. Or mayb when I come back from KL. The bed beckons.