Sent the maid away and braced myself for a scene from ruined Tinanic for these two days. Picking up after the kids were really not my strong forte but then the sight would not have bothered me much. I'd just closed both eyes and pretended to be somewhere else.
What deeply bothered me was the fact that I would be facing 3 days weekend without a new book other than that boring american journey by colin powell. And MPH Shah Alam only sell junks. Oh well...I might be reduced to reading women mags or ikea catalogue. How much more pathetic could it be.
So be it. I filled my Saturday with what a normal human being should be doing. I shopped for week raw material supply, of all places, at pasar section 6. A sense of deja vu were always there. Years ago, I'd be strolling there with Kak Lin and bought a little bit of everything. Today however, my two bodyguards (minus Adam) trailed behind me and every now and then offered to carry my brimming hand trolley. Occasionally the two bodyguards would be missing, hunting for their own stuff and left me wondering which one of the many hand trolley belongs to me. After almost one hour, I managed to get enough supply to feed a batallion but for some reason, forgotten entirely about breakfast.
Since no book to bury my nose in then I decided to go for the long overdue hair treatment, leaving big daddy to babysit the two stooges. Followed by a trip to Macy afterwards, this time duly escorted by all three bodyguards.
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