It’s Sunday, Father’s Day and I am at work, just came back from the island, smelling like crabs, sweating like a pig, the office’s air-cond reeking like wet socks and I have another group to entertain at 4pm.
My stomach still feels a little uneasy, and my shoulder/neck still hurts. Thank goodness my gastric didn’t act up like last night. I just cannot wait for the day to end.
I rushed to the office this morning because I didn’t want to be left behind by the boat only to find out those guests were late because they had a long and wild drinking session last night. I heard someone fractured his arms while arm wrestling. Yes, arm wrestling. When they finally arrived this morning, some of them were still drunk. Go figure.
I didn’t know The Embarrassingly Narcissistic Snob has the hots for The Seriously Handsome Warrior. Hey, go find your own man. Stop stealing my fantasy heart throbs. *sticks tongue out*
At the island, we feasted,
gossiped talked about the obvious and discuss about the politics and economy. I finally managed to relax and enjoy myself for the first time this week. Of course it had to end and now I am thinking about my assignment, work and money, money, money.
I still cannot afford the overseas trip so I decided to go to KL again. It’s cheaper because I don’t have to fork out accommodation money. Besides, I miss my friends.
So between now and August, I wish I would hit the jackpot so I could literally shop till I drop.