Sunday On Our Own

Why does the weekend fly by so quickly, almost as though it has wings of its own?

The good news was we closed the nightmare project within an hair's length past its deadline, at a approximately 5:15pm Friday. The production manager and I hugged each other with relief. The bad news? There's another one right behind it with the same client scheduled for July. I flat out refuse to do it, because there's just no time to get it done right.

I ran off to pick up Tanny and see MI3 with Timi and the Floros. It was great. Fun to watch, great pacing, a wonderful villain and lots of eye candy, now that Cruise is a bit on the blah side - Jonathan Rhys Meier and Maggie Q. Despite having no badminton, it was jampacked Saturday - a lot of it had to do with catechism, choir practice and Monique Wilson's Aspects Of Love, which, while well-performed (Wilson still has her Saigon pipes), is a rather strange, curiously empty piece of theatre. Sitting and trying to dissect it with T, I came upon a wierd coincidence. Not that there's any way to prove it, but my feeling is that Andrew Lloyd Webber wanted to do a small intimate exploration of love and sexual mores ala Sondheim. The coincidence is that all the characters have counterparts in Sondheim's A Little Night Music. Now isn't that odd? Except that Sondheim's piece is a lovely, witty triumph that actually says something about human relationships. ALW's Aspects just went through the motions to no legitimate or substantial conclusion. At least we discovered Phin's Steaks on Liang Seah Street. Another brilliant discovery. Now at least we know of a place to eat after a theatrical performance - last call for the kitchen is at 4am!

Sunday morning, Tanny left for Hong Kong, and I took the kids to soccer. Ended up
chatting with batch mate Munding...mostly about those old college days. Celeste didn't make it; she just couldn't get up. Coby got tackled by a team mate and ended up with gash on his knee. It must have hurt because he actually cried. Coach Matt exclaimed in genuine shock, "Wait a minute!?! I've never seen you cry before!!??!!"
Then it was off to Great World to lunch with the Solivens and swim and play in the kiddie land of their serviced apartments. By the time it all started to slow down at 4, I knew I would be too bushed to keep my movie date with her the same night.

So it was just me and the kids and Melin's picadillo and fried fish. A TV-Brush teeth tantrum ensued and a major fight between me and my son transpired. Huge. My daughter just shrugged and went to bed. It took about a half an hour to sort out through tearful apologies and promises to be better.

May wind down with Frasier...and collapse into bed. Will try to catch yoga this week as last week was so pathetic. At least, it's just a four day week. And Cam is in town...