Fri night, went for dinner at Billy Bombers. Very full. Very nice. It all started well till i agreed to work on sat. Long story short, but after that mood was kinda spoilt. Except, i bought a pair of heels and a cute cow to put in office. OK, I KNOW... shoes again. :s
Anyway, Saturday didnt go well. Totally didnt enjoy working for the few hrs. Well but for the extra cash and since i've already agreed to help, den fine. Luckily i met a few a familar faces cause they're always at the set. One and only time. No more. The next time, i will only help for the other one. *sensitive* cannot mention names.
Sunday was Aaralyn's advance 1st bday celebration. Sure grew up a lot since i saw her a couple of months back. Its the same when i recall about my younger bro's 1st year bday. The mixed feelings that flows within me when i see them standing and walking with someone's help, laughing and the blur look when everyone tries to get the baby's attention.
The main part comes in here. Why i was super pissed yesterday. I dont believe 20year-olds cannot do time-management well. Rushing for time, yet dilly dally-ing. Knowing might take a long time to queue, yet still went ahead. If i was in the situation, i would get something else to eat and come back for this like next week when im out. I absolutely dont understand the mindset. :( When as "elder" ones, asked why, instead of being sorry for making the rest so worried, the reply was "dont say anymore, he's very panicked already".. well, something along this line. like, huh........ people are just being concerned that they shld have been more careful and more time conscious. If we didnt care, we wont even bother to feel anxious that we're running out of time.
That aside, things i say i dont want or dont need, i seriously mean it. So when i say i dont need dinner, i really dont. sigh.
Lastly, inconsiderate people leaving a mess for people to clean up. Many ladies cook, but hates cleaning. Same for me. I prefer ironing clothes than mopping the floor. But when i set my mind to whip up a meal, i ensure everything will be washed before im gone. ESP, in other people's kitchen. Back from a simple yet nice dinner, the couple discovers a basin FULL of UNWASHED pots, bowls, plates and utensils. For supposedly two mid-late twenties to do that, i take my hat off them.
So, i became the pt maria. washed to dishes, helped to iron the clothes. Helping your loved one, isnt that bad. At least i can help to lighten his load of chores.
I would rate my weekend with 80%full of exicting emotional roller coaster.
