
Spent Saturday evening with the PR babes and ended up staying till 1am to catch up over yummy tapas, sangria and paella. Holiday dreams, men issues, family madness and all things girly. And I suppose with four (out of six) of us seeing military men, we’d inevitably talk about them. (“If you have to choose between looking after your sick wife and going to war, which would you choose?”)
And I manged to sleep in today and have a glorious rainy afternoon with just me, fatbear and the Sunday Times. The uncle moved in on Friday and tonight we’re going out for dinner (abalone yums!).
Me thinks the weekend couldn’t have gotten any better. Well, except that jungle boy was literally in some jungle and I didn’t hear from him for two days. But a good phone conver this afternoon more than made up for it. I know I mention a lot about the boy here, but the truth is, I miss him like crazy and I don’t really want to whine too much to my friends and drive them nuts. It amazes me everyday how this rs is so good (I can’t think of a better word!) and how I can be so into him (though it also scares me sometimes! zzz)
Okay, got to shower and head out for dinner. I sense a great week ahead for me – short work week of two days, public holiday, Bangkok then the boy comes back (keeping my fingers crossed!)
P.S. Makeup wonders:-
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Credits, stinky the Indian chief.