I hate Sundays

I think say this almost every Sunday.
But honestly, I feel the weekend is too short.
I swear its like a blink of an eye.

Anyhow, spent the entire Saturday morning/noon mopping around the house.
As in doing nothing, surfing the net, lazing around.
Though I was complaining about how he can't spend Saturday with me cos he has to work, I surprisingly enjoyed my Saturday. Cos I spent the better half of it reading.
We went out during the later part of the day.
But because I was really really upset about my grandma's plight, I was pretty much a grouch.
I actually though tears will spill on the bus when I was thinking about it.
Sigh.

As usual, we had nothing much to do on Saturday nights.
Thus, out of sheer boredom, we tried pool.
Its my first time.
I thought it would be tough, getting the white ball to hit another, especially the designated one. Its surprisingly quite simple.
The tough part is getting the balls into the pocket.
I have to rely on fouls, to get my white ball placed at the exact position I want before I can get them in.
Truly frustrating.

The plan for Sunday was:
Wake up for Klunch and then proceed to Changi Airport with the Holga.
BUT, all plans were foiled, when that fat ass refuse to wake at 10am.
He totally ignored me.
Instead, we bickered about it, left house at 2pm and went to Chinatown.
Honestly, I enjoyed Chinatown more than I would have enjoyed Changi Airport.
We revisited alot of old places. Went to the market at Chinatown, where they still had that old and really really rundown hawker centre. Though the place was a little dirty, the food looked good.
But because I am strictly on diet, and refuse to eat in between meals, all we had was a shared bowl of ice kacang. He insists that the ice kacang there is better, because the ice is finer. -___-
Don't ask me. I have no idea either.

It was darn cloudy today, therefore could hardly snap away with the Holga as planned. And that sissy refuses to let me whip out the cam as and when I like, all because he says its weird.
Duh.... So totally destroying my creativity when you restrict me like that hor. (okok, I am hardly creative to begin with ok..)

Along the way, I got so really pissed with him, because he distorted the truth about something said. Pinched, scratch, slapped and yelled at him. I am Queen of humiliation hor.
Call me the next time you need me to humiliate someone for you. Cos I am so bloody perfect at it.

I rose my voice and told everyone around me how he tell lies, lied to me, bluff me and bla bla bla. So much so, he had to ignore me or use his hand to cover my mouth to keep me quiet.
Sigh.

I am so not shy one hor.
I am so willing to lay down my pride to humiliate someone.
Tsk tsk.

Nevertheless.
Things got better, and we wrapped up the day with dinner at compass point, speed shopping for groceries at Cold Storage.

At the end of the weekend.
I am a happy girl.
Because he bought me my favourite mochi ice-cream, Tolberone minis, Meiji yoghurt and Cranberry Juice (I hate it, but he says I need to down it.)

Lalala.

Oh, and I am a happy girl today, because I started daydreaming discussing about my plans to marry jielun.
Hopefully he is coming to Singapore next year.
In case you are not privy to my plans.
I am going to dress up in my wedding gown, attend his concert and flash my huge banner that screams MARRY ME JAY!

Sigh.
Anything but work tomorrow.