It has been a fulfilling weekend of peace.

And gee, you will never know how big a collection of books you have until you start digging them out from each corner of the house to shelf them, only to go “uh-oh”, cos you simply have not enough space to house each and every one of them.

Very bad idea.

And the core genre: Mystery and Crime. Followed by general fiction (mostly Wifey’s Jodi Picoults). Then Fantasy (not mine though). And then Christian books. And the occasion chick lit. (No space for all my Nancy Drews from primary school days, unfortch)

Ample rest. Check.

Laundry. Check. Woohoo, no rain and quiet breeze over the weekend so it was perfect.

Emptied 5 big bags of stuff that I doubt I need anymore. Though I wonder what to do with those electronics that are still usable but too old to give away.

I even gave my arms a milk bath when I didn’t know what to do with the leftover milk from the french toasts.

I finished the food/tonics that are almost reaching their expiry dates (the thing about me leaving the best till the last gotta change).

I found many stuff that I used to look for when packing up my room, and thought to myself the next is to sort out clothes I no longer wanna wear and perhaps put them up for sale or to give away.

I need a cabinet to put my bags and clothes. And then the shoes. Not much shoes but they need a  little sorting out since I actually kept some of those I couldn’t wear(gift from dad, and too sentimental for me to throw away).

I am bad with discarding things. To think that I still have those erasers of country flags…. and my primary 2 exercise book… well, you get the gist.

Actually I want a new home. To start all over again.

Checked out the next destination of my wanderlust, so I can work towards that. And I can’t decide between Spain, Egypt and Greece.  Yet I know, a huge part of me just wanna go back to Italy, again and again and again and again… probably more fluent with the language the next time round as I try to pick up where I last left it off.

I finished my season of CSI: New York and was totally overwhelmed.

Will finish my season of CSI: Miami, say, tomorrow.

Next on will be CSI: Las Vegas over next weekend.

American Idol finale will last me my weekdays.

Got my whipped cream for the carbonara.

Need to go on a scrimping effort.

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The weekend was simply awesome because, woohoo, we won the EPL (quoting Gene “What is EPL?”) title, and we had a girls’ night out to the flyer just for the occasion. The football carnival at the Singapore Flyer!

With lotsa Arsenal fans who were hoping they could spoil our party and were greatly disappointed.

Wifey, Pots, and me! Like Wifey, who was so ahem, embarrassed by her Arsenal jersey that she was hiding behind the 2 Manchester United fans.

I love this picture lah, I think we were so confident Manchester United would win the title with just a draw that our excitement was evident way before the final whistle was blown.

Pots was put on a guilt trip (hehe) by me (but thanks, though I masked my nervousness damn well), because I was the only Manchester United supporter in the group.

The funniest part was the collective gasps from the other girlies with us who joined us for the evening whenever Ronaldo came on screen.

The squinting of the eyes, and the small nibble on the lower lip (the one that belong to our mouths, thank you very much), the shallow breaths that escaped…. and urgent whispers of “Oh my God, I want to have his babies…”

What can I say? I mean I probably can say, “Come on, I am the only one here who has the experience, leave it to me!” but I probably will die a horrible death under the wrath of lusty females.

Maybe on my next pilgrimage to UK I should… hmm…

And you wonder why… he makes the ladies’ knees go weak.

When the final whistle was blown!

We were crown the champion!

Wanyi looks damn pretty lah, my arm looks damn fat lah!

Wifey was jumping up and down like the Manchester United players on the screen at the back. I think she closeted Manchester United fan.

She tried to pass me one of her jerseys when we had dinner at Marina Square Kenny Rogers’ and I wanted to use it to wipe my mouth, or wrap the leftover chicken in it so she could bring it back for Santa.

But the jersey went to someone else….

Tadang… our very own celebrities who were egged on to go on national/regional television, because they couldn’t find any Arsenal fans.

Andy was so afraid he would be asked about the match cos he knows nothing about soccer, but he was rescued by the over zealous Manchester United fan (refer to the previous picture) when the screen time was hijacked.

Bananananananana and very happy us. I want pictures of Gene and Rina and all but I don’t have them yet.

We were like so sticky-ly happy, we hugged, and we jumped for joy. Seriously if without Pots, I think my celebration will be very diluted. It is always great to have someone to share the joy with.

Wooooooooohoooooooooooo! I nearly wanted to strip and wrap this around like a towel, but it’s not mine.. and not that I would do anything this crazy.

Thanks to the chaps who took the picture for us, and loaned us their flag!

And I got my weirdo episode again, like I always do. Pots was with me this time round and she laff laff me. Hmphf.

A lot of familiar faces of the past and present at the carnival, and I even bumped into the Starhub lady whom I met at last year’s Champion League final in Moscow!

And she asked if I am going to Rome this year, and I told her that it is unlikely.. though I am like dying to go, because nothing beats that kind of adrenaline pumping team unity and highly charged live atmosphere.

Firstly, I didn’t take up the offer of the $2k match ticket, and knowing that my dad’s surgery would be sometime around then just makes it less sensible for me to go.

She will be heading for the FA cup final and I can’t say I am envious, but I would love to be in her position to have such luxury of endless invites.

Post game, we headed to Mr Bean at Prinsep for drinks. Only Prontip, Effy, Andy and I were there, and it was a nice night of chill out.. though we scrapped plans for a midnight movie.

It was awesome company.

And I was glad I got my arse outta bed to confront everything I feared, and that’s what awesome friends are for.

They give you balls.