Monday, April 30, 2007
I would love to say that I spent the weekend boozing around in pubs, waking up in bed with a stranger and having a tattoo on my buttcheek that says 'I love Mike'.
But I can't.
The truth is, I spent my weekend walking around at home during the day and whimpering in bed alone at night.
Other than these two hobbies of mine, I also managed to tidy my wardrobe, talk to my neighbour and watch a few chick-lit movies.
Shut up about the chick-lit films already.
The reason why I, an accomplished procrastinator, decided to clean up my wardrobe was simple - I couldn't find my socks. I found all kinds of incomplete socks though: socks without heels; socks without toes; and socks without a partner.
That happened on Tuesday, and I resolved to clear up the mess immediately.
Then, I waited till Saturday to do it.
Anyhow, I managed to tidy up the wardrobe and found that I had three bags of unwanted clothes, shorts and socks.
Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full!
So, I had three bags of old clothes which I wanted to get rid off. They were really old and some of the white shirts have turned yellow. Basically, they were so bad that I don't even think Salvation Army would take them in.
Just as I was pondering about how to get rid of the clothes, the Bangala who sweeps my corridor sweeps by. I had an idea, and beckoned him over.
I offered him the three bags of clothes and he was really grateful. I mean, really, grateful. Really. Grateful.
So now, the Bangala who sweeps my floor dresses the way I used to, and smiles at me all the time.
I also forgot to mention that one of the shirts inside the bag has the words 'Angry, Young and Poor' emblazoned across the front in huge, jagged letters. Pretty nifty.
On another note, I finally got to interact with my neighbour. I moved in to my current place about 5 years ago, and has never talked to them at all. Yesterday, however, the man came over to borrow some lemons.
I happened to have a few lemons left over from a BBQ which took place in early March. Since they've been untouched for over a month, I decided that I would never touch them and gave all of them to the man. I don't think they're expired though, since they've been sour since day one.
Anyway, I don't expect the man to return me anything. Ever had one of those neighbours who borrow things for so long, you have to borrow them back? Ya, he looked like that sort.
Finally, I watched two chick-lit movies over the weekend as well. I caught Chicago and Notting Hill. I know, I know. I've always been a few years slower than anyone else.
I really really respect the crew of Chicago, and agree fully that they deserve the Oscar for Best Picture.
I mean, seriously.
They actually managed to make Renee Zellweger look good!
Just for that fact alone, they deserve an Oscar. I am no make-up specialist, but even I would know that turning Renee 'The Blob' Zellweger into a vaudeville star would be extremely difficult.
Oh wait! There's something else that happened over the weekend, and it was pretty exciting.
MY BED BROKE!
And that's all I'm gonna tell you about that.
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