I am going to be brief. Cause I am so busy doing nothing. Nothing being the pile, the humongous pile, of work which I just realized I have waiting for me at the corner of my table. I am going to blog about this incident because I think it makes me appear human. That a perfectionist like me... can have his down times... sometimes.
4.38 p.m. - Doorbell rings. Dog barks like the house is being robbed. Mum pours away my coffee.
4.39 p.m. - I finally get my boxer-covered fat arse to the door. I see postman at door.
4.41 p.m. - I take delivery of mooncakes from bank. Mum and I jump for joy upon receiving a gift.
4.42 p.m. - Mum and I cease jumping for joy over mooncakes. 1st "mooncake gift" of the year. Its ok to jump.
4.45 p.m. - Mum cuts both mooncakes up. I chid her for not keeping one intact so that it remains fresh.
4.47 p.m. - I consume mooncakes. Funny texture. Very Chewy. I had my doubts but I don't question the quality of mooncakes from Goodwood. I finish mooncake (3/4)
4.51 p.m. - Mum comes out of room. Mum asks me to take note cause she had cut the mooncake wrapper and left it under the mooncake slices. I take a second glance at my now empty plate.
Till the next entry.
1 comment:
omg. hilarious.
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