a hip hopping hobo

weekends are too short. 2 days. 48 hours.
how the hell can you fit any enjoyment into that short a time?
so i didn't even bother trying sourcing outside fun.
i stayed home friday, armed with my laptop and a collection of grey's, weeds and house.
and i was in my own little nerd like bliss for 5 hours.

i yoga-ed on saturday and am still reeling from the aches in places i didnt even know served a function. so i went for a massage after that, leaving with the new found knowledge that they stretch your ears too. that was followed by my salute to the sun gods.
i was pulled out of my isolation on saturday night to be social in starfucks. which turned out to be a 4 hour conversation of complete nothingness, which pleased me till no end.
sunday afternoon was spent traditionally at the markets, which was followed traditionally by a visit to tsb for wine and funghi pizza. yum. *big fat smile*
ultimately satisfied knowing i hit my quota of sun, wine and sleep.

then came monday.
got locked out of a server.practically inhaled lunch in 15 minutes. car got scratched whilst finding the elusive parking spot. influx of 'just minor changes that NEED to be done'. stupid kl drivers.
all signs that the rat race has once again begun.

i cant see the silver lining

xL