Sun-ny-day

I have no idea who invented the weekends; that person sure was measly enough to give us just 2 days.

My financial planning gained some headway yesterday, after opening another account to store away some money which I can hopefully grow to repay my parents after I graduate. Financial security and independence was something I hadn’t worried too much about until I graduated from JC and wanted to seek a comfortable distance from my parents. I don’t see it as breaking away, but more of self-sufficiency. I just hope I wouldn’t spend all my money during the holidays.

Imperial outing! Haha I have no idea why I stuck with their concept of an ‘imperial family’ when all we are is a congregation of insane people. Haha. J Considering the fact that I’m always giving their outings a miss, I ought to hang out with them this time, and see how everything goes. And guess what? I enjoyed myself thoroughly today! Apart from enduring NX’s horrid driving on Orchard Road(and I thought I was the only one), I just found the best place to stalk out those beautiful roadsters! (P.S: Bribe me and I’ll tell you where) Today’s car-stalking was pretty successful, with a couple of Maseratis, GTRs, BMWs and, of course, the R8! Less that a foot away from my camera! *Shrieks* But then again, I think I’m the only mad girl out there who goes all gaga over lean, mean machines, rattles off their model and make whenever I spot them on the roads, and surf car sites for automobile news. I think I’m kinda nutty.

And I flew a kite for the first time in my life! I know I’m a late-bloomer, but I never really knew how enjoyable and challenging kite-flying was, all at the same time. And I really adhere to the adage - maintaining a relationship is like flying a kite; you have to know when to loosen and tighten the string. Everytime you let go and assume that the wind will carry the kite, it fails on you and you’ve got to work quickly to stop it from coming down. Then it’ll be another tedious round of picking up the kite, winding up the string, and attempting to set it flying again. At first you’ll get disheartened, or have your kite strings entangling in those of others, and you kind of lose much of the zeal for it, But when the wind catches your hair in the wind and whips it across your face, all you wanna do is to hurl the kite into the sky, make a mad dash against the wind, and then smile and watch your kite in the sky.

Dinner was sumptuous, with no other more apt word to describe it. I feel like a fat sow now, with too much sashimi and mango salad swirling in my chubby tummy. And I’m thankful that I have a bunch of crazy people to fall back onto when I feel like being a mental patient. Thanks for the laughter, the Leona Lewis joke (I didn’t appreciate it) and the birthday present.