:: tuesdays wit mira ::

Its been awhile since I had breakfast with Dad at our usual coffeeshop hangout.
We bumped into two of his army boys who cheekily grinned at my Dad - and then comes the explanation, 'Ini anaklah!'
And as usual, dad will leave me alone because he had to rush off to work - not before getting me papers to keep myself occupied before I head to school.
Who would have thought, your dad can actually be your teh-tarik buddy?
Again today, he was talking about financial planning.
Whats with the men in my life talking bt finances.
Ok, maybe because they know Im hopeless when it comes to money.
Question of the day - Will you ever have a credit card?
The safest answer (one that can spare you from a nag) 'No pa. I think we should just pay in cash.'
Bah. Dad, I presumed, must have been proud of me.
Its a wonder how that few minutes of 'talktime' with the dad mkes me feel like Im one of the luckiest self-proclaimed daddy's girl around.

Our occupied weekdays seldom allow us for a family-quality-time get together.
And its these moments that I feel blessed for being granted such a wonderful family.
Although the insanity part still remains. :p

It was gym day fr me n D.
No thanks to some inconsiderate women who hogged on the cardio machines, we had to (in impulse) find another alternative.
So we ran on the track and tried to retime our 2.4km which during secondary school days, we could easily clocked in 13 minutes.
But as predicted, we were 2 minutes off our 'glorious days' back in Crescent.
I think the only thing I cn recall in Crescent were the Mass Run days.
Plus the E8s and F9s that coloured my report books every year.
Sometimes I wonder, how I'd get this far. Lol.

Headed back to the gym because someone has to make sure she can fit into her bridal gowns. :p
Tips for girls who find it hard to hit the gym for reasons you cant define :
Bring a magazine. It helps.
Some time back, I encountered an ang moh lady who brought a book into the gym.
She was multi-tasking.
Exercising on the crosstrainer and reading a Stephen King novel. (of coz i noe what shes reading, Kaypoh mah)
Inspired, I brought along a book during the following visits to the gym.
Today I decided to read Her World on the treadmill.
Trust me, the 20 minutes flew without me realising it.

I'll tell you why. (This will only work if shopping is in one of your fav. pastime's list)
The many pages of advertised designer labels - think Gucci, Coach n bags that cost thousands which I can only afford in my dreams plus fashionable power suits, dresses that can leave you drooling and fantasizing at the same time - will eventually make you forgot you are still on the treadmill.
Coupled with interesting articles like finding more reasons why we consider men dumb and inspiring stories told by career women we envy esp. those who could juggle work, family and personal life will keep you distracted.
Try it. It work, at least for me.

I think my lecturer has a point - 80 prcnt of the time, we are talking to ourself.
That should explain my long ramble.
Giving the man a well-deserve break.
In Boys to Men's words ..' Even lovers need a holiday from each other. '

Ok, I have to make baju for Rai's wedding day.
'D, my mum more excited than me can. She's forcing me to go tailor now!'
Scoots.