plus qu’hier moins que demain

It has been a good week - zen and fuss-free, just the way I like it.

Boyfie flew off on Monday on a work trip [ =(]. Met up with some of my favourite barflies for Mortini night and dinner. Got dizzy after one glass of chocolate martini because I haven’t had anything much to eat the entire day. Major fail. nadnut was half-amused half-exasperated with me as she was trying to put on eye makeup for me and I kept yawning every ten seconds, smudging her work [I get sleepy if I don't dance after some alcohol]. Lol. Coffee and biatch-fest gossip session interesting convo after dinner.

Returned home straight from work on Tuesday to keep mum company since dad flew off for work trip too [Hmm, I sense a conspiracy somewhere]. Miss boyfie like crazy. Became emo.

Wednesday was spent running errands and collecting stuff before sneaking into boyfie’s room to surprise him upon his return. =) *snuggle snuggle*

Boyfie flew off once again on Thursday. Met up with nad and msvindicta for a girly la senza spree. Spent a bomb there but felt satisfied because we had a 50% discount, thanks to msvindicta’s birthday membership entitlement! Cashier took an eternity to ring up the purchases, and poor vandy who queued up for astons fainted from starvation while waiting for us had to stare mournfully at the food which arrived before us for a good xx minutes.

Indulgence.

“We medium-rares should steak together,” declard the steak guru, nadnut.

Suffer a bout of Friday blues because I was too tired and went straight home to rest while the rest of the world PARTY out there. *sulk* Took half a tab to help me sleep through the night properly but some time in the night, I receive a SOS call from boyfie’s housemate saying he lost his key and need mine to enter the house. Bizarroland. I was too groggy to recall everything that happened, but I remember standing by my window to throw the key down to the poor dude who cabbed to my place. Laughs.

Have had half a mind to split myself up on Saturday. Rushed to the aiport after work to send a friend off to Europe; she won’t be returning here anymore. =/ Boyfie’s plane landed and he and the friend spoke for a little while inside the hall before he got out, all woozy and tired. ‘Abandoned’ boyfie to join the barflies at St James where the party got off to a slow start. Had a good time chatting with some of them whom I have not seen for some time, and then dancing the night away with the girlies. Returned to love in the wee hours of dawn. Honey, I’m home, I’m home, I’m.. home.