“Well then,” says the bear bear. And he stops there, stares into emptiness, (probably farted) then changes the topic completely. Half the time the bear bear can’t seem to pay attention to anything other than his iPhone (playing his oh-so-fun games he downloaded) for more than a minute. He has a shorter attention span compared to Lucas who is 1-month old. But that is also the reason why, when I’m not in my impatient stance (like battle stance in Diablo II but in terms of patience/tolerance to annoyance level), I find him so very adorable. I mean seriously, where can you find a guy with such baby-like characteristics at such an matured age. It’s like pre-school all over again. Hurhur.

It’s been a long-tiring day. The Hennessy Artistry party ended at 3am and we only reached the hotel room after 4am. After washing up and packing, I crashed on the bed till morning, which was three hours later. Talk about an intensive workout routine. My personal trainer should be so proud of my enthusiasm to go that extra mile – all the way to Kuala Lumpur (KL), Malaysia.

In case you have mistaken, the plan was to wake up about three hours later, but in reality… well, I’m gonna just blame it on my BlackBerry. I think the alarm didn’t go off, but Pegs said I switched it off (still blaming my BlackBerry regardless). I ended up waking an hour late, which resulted in us missing the flight!

Just kidding. We didn’t miss the flight, but we missed the ideal timing John Langan (decently good-looking “ang-moh” chap who invited Peggy and extended it to me) suggested in his very first email sent to me. I stressed on the “very first email” cause it was rather confusing when I read it. I think I was somewhat left out of the conversation. There was apparently a mix up, which I had no idea about, and he was apologising.

So anyway, we were delayed, but was on time for the flight. In fact, we managed to grab breakfast at McDonald’s! I heart the big breakfast meal. I used to love the pancakes, but after all that brunch-ing, my expectations of good pancakes went up and McDonald’s just don’t make the cut.

*Cute blue-eyes guy alert!*

I think he had blue eyes, but I didn’t take a good look. It was rude to stare at someone and drool. I was telling Pegs that it would be awesome if he was seated next to us… well that didn’t happen. What did happen was… after alighting from the plane, Pegs and I were on the “moving floor thingie”… when reaching the end… I almost fell. I was talking to Pegs and we both weren’t paying attention. The embarrassing part was that he (cute blue-eyes guy, clearly “ang-moh”) saw the whole incident! (I probably turned into a lobster.) The amazing part was that he started talking to us! (Started screaming in my head.)

I was guessing he was from Germany. He didn’t look or sound American.

If I hadn’t felt sooo embarrassed I would have probably jumped at the opportunity to talk to someone that cute. Sadly, I wasn’t able to pull myself together and ended up keeping as quiet as I was throughout the whole Hennessy Artistry party. That said, there’s a high chance I was dumbfounded because he was just sooo cute, I couldn’t help but scream in my head so loud I couldn’t think of anything not retarded to say.

He and his friend were from Argentina, they’ll be in Singapore for two days and thereafter head to Hong Kong. In other words, that brief encounter is probably our last in this lifetime. I missed every opportunity to grab his contact details, even his name. Although we have Facebook, which connects people from all around the world, I doubt I’d be able to find someone whom I have no name to search with.

In case you’re wondering, yes, I told bear bear about the blue-eyes guy. I even urged him to go find him and get his number for me. Hurhur. I’m not kidding.

Moving along, we had to leave Pegs (before her boyfriend arrived) and rush off for Lucas’s birthday. I can’t have the whole Rodriguez family wait for one late-coming-Roy, right? Pegs totally understood, I hope (present cause I’m still hoping).

The weather was horrible and I blame it on the monsoon season and Sumatra’s smoking. That said, I am not going into a debate of who’s right or wrong here. I’ll leave that to Priss, it’s her type of topic.

Note: I stopped writing the entry here on Sunday. And continued writing it “early in the morning” on Wednesday.

We were stuck in a jam, though I vaguely remember how bad it was, therefore it couldn’t be that bad. What I do remember is that, we were somewhat late, but not late till the extent people were making noise about it. The bear tends to become a little annoying when I cause him to be too late for a family thingie. I can’t help it if the flight couldn’t be any earlier, Sumatra is smoking us and the weather sucked, right?

To be absolutely honest, the food at Imperial Treasure Super Peking Duck (Paragon) was moderate. There wasn’t much to complain about but… Mama and Papa Rod was totally over glorifying the dishes. It really wasn’t all that fantastic, especially if you take into consideration the price.

Let’s be honest here, if you paid for 100 bucks meal (not that it’s only 100 bucks) you expect a 100 bucks quality at the very least. If they give you 120 bucks quality, fine, a little compliment should be thrown at the chef/restaurant. Glorification should only be given, considering that this is Singapore and the restaurant is situated in Paragon, if 150 bucks quality is received. Much less talk about over glorifying. (I’m making this sound more complicated and long-winded than it should be.)

(Sidetrack) Thank god I didn’t buy the toddler clothing I saw in KL. I would be totally upset when it gets thrown back at my face. Apparently, older bro Rod and Germ is kinda particular about what is worn by Skywalker (Luke, Lucas… what’s the difference). I think I’m gonna call my son Darth Vader or maybe Milan? My daughter is sooo gonna be a Paris! If I even have kids that is.

We moved Little Red (Xiaohong) from Paragon and was supposed to park her at Triple One, as usual. However, seconds before turning into the car park, I had a change of heart. I was keen to watch “You Again!” but not quite awake enough to sit through a movie. Seriously, four hours is less than half the right amount of beauty sleep needed.

As not to waste the remaining half a day of the weekend, we went shopping for shoes! I totally needed shoes. A girl can never have too many shoes, bags, clothes and everything else. I would have sang a different tune in the past, but it’s a whole new me. One that isn’t trying to balloon up and pretend to have memory loss. Who does that? Oh wait, I remember now. I totally hold a grudge.

So anyway, I would shop Paragon for bags and wallets… but shoes… I tend to ruin my shoes after a couple of wears. It really made no sense for me to buy a good pair of shoes until I learn to walk properly (not that I have an actual walking issue).

I ended up buying a couple of belts, this earrings hanger doll thingie, a bag (it was SGD10, I couldn’t help myself), and two pairs of shoes. They were awesome shoes. I only buy awesome stuff and wear The Blog Shop (plugged!).

I think Isabelle is a major influence to why I am not keen to buy branded clothing. She mentioned that she would spend on a branded bag because it is leather but not on branded clothing because it is cloth. It made a lot of sense really. I love all the fabulous designers out there and I totally believe in authenticity, but cloth is cloth. It’s not like anyone is gonna figure out that I’m wearing Prada as I walk the streets, in Singapore at least. And if anyone (that I don’t know) actually comes to me and touches my dress to “feel the material” I’d probably scream and give he/she a tight slap. (I’m totally going out of point here.)

We went home and had KFC for dinner! The bear went to watch football (Liverpool was playing) and I… wrote this entry.

PS: This was supposed to be written and published on Sunday but… I never managed to finish it. So yes, it’s late by two (or rather three) days.