I probably should be working on the proposal for a bi-annual marketing publication, but I just can't seem to get started on it. The damn files have been opened since morning and I'm doing everything BUT the proposal.

Valentine's Day is just round the corner and while I agree it's a highly commercialised, overhyped 'holiday', I can't help but take the opportunity to do something special. It's an excuse to head out, splurge and have fun.

I have 3 options, currently. Depending on my mood and how poor I feel next week, I may actually get something done on Vday. As usual, I'm the one planning. Other people have guys planning romantic dinners, presents, flowers and all, I get Melvin giving me a "Happy Vday, dear". Morning breath included.

To be fair to Melvin, I told him not to plan anything this year to save me the torture of nagging him to get something done.

In other words

I have given up.


Option 1: Overnight Spa Weekend Getaway at Batam. Includes candlelight dinner and bottle of wine. the 3 hour spa looks good (cost: $360 for 2)

Pros > Just the 2 of us away for the weekend
Cons > Budget! Budget!

Option 2: Dinner at Absolute Haven + whatever else. Maybe a movie. (cost: $150 for 2)

Pros > Night out. We can actually pretend we're on a date.
Cons > Join the Vday crowd :( and we hate crowds.

Option 3: Buy frozen Ikea Meatballs. Cook at home and do a DIY candlelight dinner. Rent a DVD to watch (cost: $50 for 2)

Pros > omg like cheap?
Cons > His parents in the house. Not Vday anymore, really. Romance! Where's the romance if you're eating with the parentals? And are there charges for calling the firetruck should I burn the kitchen down?

*sigh*

How?

I finally had a good break yesterday.

Jeremy, Melvin and I went to Parklane for a few solid hours of Left4Dead. It's not a bad game, though it got repetitive after the 4th map.
I normally don't like zombie-ish games, but L4D was actually kinda fun. And it was just as well that the 4th player is an NPC. The NPC saved our asses more than we saved each other..

There are 4 scary things in L4D.

The Witch - this frail little woman that sits on the floor. Once you 'disturb' her, she charges at you and according to Melvin 'slaps you around a few times and you die'. (Unfortunately, Melvin being the chiongster, is the one who disturbs the witch the most)

The Tank - it's... well, a tank. A huge thing that runs and slams you around and takes many bullets to kill

The Hunter - I hate this one. It pounces and starts stabbing it's victim. If you're the victim, you won't be able to do anything to fend yourself. The only way to save yourself is to yell for help and get your teammates to shoot the thing to death.

The Smoker(?) - Has a long tongue and grabs you with it to pull you towards it before it mauls you to death. Another thing it does is let you dangle and you strangle to death. Once again, you need your teammates to save you from this one

There was once I was sniping from the 2nd floor of a barn while the rest were on ground floor.. when the smoker grabbed me from behind. No one was around to see.. so I did what I had to do

"Dear!! *whack whack* save me! *whack whack and points to screen* save meeeee *whacks somemore*"

And even though Melvin isn't exactly an undead zombie, he got his fair share of bruises during the course of the game.

All in all, it was good fun.

Happy CNY All.

I'm finally home after a whole day at Grandma's. Boy am I tired.. my feet ache and my toes are individually taped with plaster. I don't understand how I can get blisters just by walking a few blocks (MRT Station to Gran's House = 2 bus stops! or 3) Damned new shoes on CNY.

The morning started out pretty alright at Grandma's. My uncles, aunts were there.. and so were my cousins. I still feel a lil stunned everytime I look at my cousins. Even the 12 year olds are taller than I am. And I don't mean 'a tad taller' or 'a few centimetres taller'. I mean by one whole head - on average. What have my relatives been feeding those buggers?

And it's really pathetic - I'm the eldest, but undeniably, and very obviously, the shortest. The eldest uncle (on the maternal side) said it's cos I have my mom's build. She's always been the smallest in the family. Petite. Supposedly. I beg to differ - I have her frame, but I sure am more meaty than her. My mom's frame + my aunts' weight. Great. All my aunts are.. taller. and.. rounder. and post birth, they ballooned like no one's business. My mom wasn't like that. Her waist was still a 27inch after giving birth to my brother and I. According to her, she had a nice 24 inch waist before she got pregnant. Hell I beat her 27inches even though I haven't got any kids >.>

Anyhow, I have my mom's base figure. Sure. I have her height, and her general shape. But I sure have my aunts'/grandma's weight issue. For example, one of my aunts weighed 50ish kg BC (Before children), she is now a hella 75kg.

=.= at this point, Genie puts two front paws on my chair and is enjoying herself licking my thigh. I think she is up to something - everytime I look at her, she blinks and gives me the innocent look. Like 'Who, me? I didn't do anything.. oh that chewed up sock on the floor? Umm It dangling off the bed and I thought it was for me!"

I brought Genie with me to last night's reunion dinner. The kids didnt play with her much. Surprisingly, it was my uncles >.> like little boys, those.. uncles.
And my grandma kept feeding Genie pieces of apples. I shouldn't have said "Oh Genie loves bananas, watermelon, apples and the like".

It was like the light lit up in the attic and my grandma kept feeding Genie piece after piece with joyful glee. So much so that when it was time to go, Genie was still sitting at grandma's feet.

"Genie! Lets go! Come!"

*ignores. continue staring at Grandma hopefully*

"GENIE! The door's open.. come come.."

*looks at me and yawns. Lean on Grandma*

I had to go carry her out the door >.> No dignity nor loyalty at all, that bitch.