The weekend that came and went.

An entire week's routine become somewhat monotonous after almost a year of work.
Monday to Thursday, we'd be whining just about the entire day, and looking forward to the coveted weekend. Come Friday, we'll be all excited about the weekend, without anything actionable to do. Before we even know it, half of Saturday is gone! And by then, you'd begin to be a bit pissed about the forecoming MONDAY. I don't know about you. But Saturday night, I will begin to suffer from the Monday Blues, and Sunday? I'd be terribly insufferable.

It's Monday today, and I am counting down the minutes to Friday even though I have nothing exciting going on for my over the weekends.
How sad.

Caught Munich over the weekend.
It's a major yawner. I would seriously have preferred Brokeback Mountain even though I preferred Munich over Final Destination 3. At least Munich is still somewhat thought-provoking even though it's much too s-l-o-w for my liking.
I would have successfully convinced Barbie to catch Brokeback Mountain, if not for his friends. Is it a male thing?
They blatantly refuse to catch a gay movie, simply because its gay. I don't think they will put up much of a protest if it was a lesbian flick now, would they?
Puh-lease..
Watching a gay flick would not make you any less than the man you already are. Unless of course you are less than the man you actually are suppose to be.
Argh.
Anyhow, because of that late night movie, I actually reached back home at 5am (Saturday night/Sunday morning). How gross is that? And I had to wake up to catch my CSI marathon at 12pm the next day.
All that beauty sleep..

Headed down to SLS on Sunday.
Fell in love with LG's monitor TV. Can you imagine that?
It's $999
A flat, LCD TV/monitor. Which means, I can surf the net with it, watch TV and probably hook up an Xbox to it as well (if I ever get an xbox)
To top it off, it is in a very chio red and black, with surround sound (ok, Barbie says this is not important). And it's 20" leh.
How not to fall in love with something so explosive like this?

The opportunity costs are massive though.
Buying this baby would mean I have to forgo
1. Tennis Racquets (oh yes, I am serious about picking it up)
2. More shoes
3. PSP
4. Trip to KL
And a whole list more.

My parents dropped a bomb on us on Friday.
Somehow, it reminded me of the bomb they dropped on us many year back. The setting was frighteningly similar, and the dilemma just about the same.
This time perhaps, the consequences are greater.
2 years is one thing, migrating is another.
I sense their excitement, but somehow, that same excitement can't be mirrored to mine. As much as I want us to go, I don't think I can. Because parents are selfless, it makes this reluctance all the more difficult.
Truth be told, I would like to take the plunge. It is something I very much wanted, and my parents would serve as a very comfortable cushion. But, the timing just ain't right?

Oh wells.
Let's just wait and see how things pan out.

I soooo need to clear up the mess in my room.
I've said that for almost a month. But I just cannot find the time or motivation to start something. There are just about so much junk that I need to clean out. And I honestly wonder how I really managed to accumulate this much junk again.

Perhaps next weekend.