so, here i am again. stuck at home on a(nother) listless weekend. No one to take me out (i'm all out of cash anyway. still anxiously waiting to sign my pay slip. errghh lambatnya!) i'm all drained out of money coz earlier this month, it was faiz' birthday on 28th march, and then it was dad’s on 1st april (bought iz a RM200+ worth of issey miyake and shared with fadz and iz to get dad a dunhill cologne … and so by the 3rd week of april i'm left to draw out from my ‘just in case’ account.
times like these i wish i had credit cards (be strong lisha. credit cards are evil! you’ll be swimming, no, drowning in debts). have .... to .... survive .... another .... week. but i still have about 50 bucks worth of coins saved up in my Pringles coin canister (more like dispenser really) in the office. that’ll feed my daily vanilla coke addiction.
i was supposed to go to the office yesterday. i've got a lot of translations to do … and a 800-word write up. guess im gonna be busy tomorrow.
something funny happened last thursday. i just found out that mama was human afterall. she screwed up. we were invited to go for this black tie dinner at Ritz Carlton in KL. It was scheduled to start at 7pm. thursday, being the most heavy traffic day in the office, coz we have to transmit all the saturday materials by 7pm … and usually there're a lot of materials and a lot of proofreading, which a lot of mistakes are gonna be found, a lot of re-digi-ing of materials, a lot of lying to the press, means a lot of time wasted there. and since i don’t think i’ll ever be able to leave by 6 sharp … jey insisted that i’d take the 2nd half of day off.
so I did just that. went home at 1 and by 4 something I was already out of the house (in a blouse, stilettos and mascara mind u!). trying to avoid being all drenched in the rain, i took a cab to klcc. was there by 5, thought it was still very early so i called sam down for coffee and to keep me company till my parents arrive. he was obviously pissed about somethinh. oh yeah, he was bitching about the people in the office. i was listening but didn’t know how to console him. i was just nodding the whole time.
mama called at 6. sam went back to the office. my parents and i went to bukit bintang. papa in a coat and all, he even changed his lighters to the black and goal one trying look like he matters. parked the car, walked over a short distance to ritz, received a warm and overwhelming red carpet and bunga manggar welcome by the staff, met mama’s contact there. she, surprised to see mama … asked us what were we doing there. HUH?
MOM GOT THE DATE WRONG!
It was supposed to be on the 29th!! That’s NEXT thursday!
How malufying was that?
So, Shiela, mama’s contact, felt really sorry for us, looking so pretty and prim with no where to go, invited us for drink and dinner anyway … on her. Just our luck. But food was great. they call it Medditerasian or something…who wouldve thunk risotto cooked in tomyam sauce would taste so good?
Anyway, after all that you'd think we’d be too embarrassed that we’d never show our face there ever again, right? Heh. We’re going there again next week … for the REAL dinner we were actually invited over. Apparently shiela’s gonna kill us if we didn’t come. Can never let the poor girl get sentenced for life over triple murder now can we? certainly not over good medditerasian food.
So, fadz is home. He just finished his finals. Got an A for his clinical OBGYN test…delivered more than 5 babies. Wooohoo. Good on you bro. just spare me the gory leg locking disgusted face making details. So since my 2 bros are home, think mom’s gonna be motivated to cook something nice for us? Since now its ‘worth’ to cook something for? Im sick of eating out of a styrofoam box.
Good thing there’s that dinner again on Thursday. :P
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