I had an incredibly quiet weekend.

My handphone did not ring a single time throughout Saturday, nor did it bring any messages in to show that I was missed in any way. MSN? No.

Until it was past midnight… that I saw an SMS dinner invite, and another MSN reminder, which by the time I wanted to reply, my internet crashed on me.

Though it is late afternoon now, the same thing applies for today, except a very kind message to ask me about my cheebs.

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I slept so much these two days that it is almost insane.

I napped till 8pm last night, fell asleep at 5, woke up at 4pm.

I had a burning urge within me to want to see baby. Dad told me she has 4 tooth coming out from the upper row and she isn’t eating, nor does she want to drink her milk.

Poor Minibean, it must be so painful for you

I called Dad and he was stuck in the jam in Woodlands, which he couldn’t wait to get out, thus he is now on his way to fetch me.

Too bad the next week is going to be a busy one and I can’t bring her back with me.

I finished reading a book yesterday, one that I had dragged for like months to do so. And reading seems like the best thing to do on weekends, out in town shopping simply just doesn’t appeal to me.

It was so peaceful yesterday that I couldn’t quite find anything to say about my weekend.

But it just doesn’t seem boring to me. I think I am getting old.

I dreamt I was in Edinburgh.

I dreamt of it thrice even though my dream was cut short intermittently with annoying itch or pain somewhere.

I was choosing the clothes to pair up, so I would sashay down the streets, taking pictures and coo over the buildings.. get myself immerse in the culture, and just… lose myself in the crowd.

Awesome.

But it was just a dream.