After dinner yesterday, Terz and I hung out at his parents' place for a little while, before coming home to watch the previous night's Buffy. Hence, I did not quite finish that entry.

Anyways, Battletech update: Terz beat the boys --- again. Of course, he has like a fourteen-year headstart on them.

Today I discovered that NTUC at Paya Lebar (the giant SingPost building) does not sell beef. When I asked why, all the woman behind the counter could tell me is that the manager had decided not to. This --- after I spent ten minutes wandering around looking for the beef and thinking I had missed it because it's not our usual supermarket and I wasn't familiar with its layout. Why would NTUC not sell beef? This is Singapore, not India. What self-respecting supermarket wouldn't sell one of the four major meat groups?

I was aggravated. Terz and I had been nursing hopes of a rib-eye dinner; instead we made do with Mickey D's. Ugh. Needless to say, I'm not shopping at that NTUC anymore. I only stopped there because it's a convenient stop on the ride home from work.

(Note for non-Singaporeans: NTUC is the 'cheap' supermarket here in Singapore. NTUC stands for National Trades Union Congress. Don't ask me why unionists --- not that they're anywhere as vociferous as their counterparts in just about any other non-totalitarian country --- are running a supermarket. I don't usually shop at NTUC because their aisles tend to be narrower and range tends to be smaller, though their prices are marginally cheaper.)

So we had Mickey D's and watched Combat Missions and lamented the fact that TelevisionWithoutPity.com isn't recapping it. While channel-surfing, we discovered that AXN is showing The Amazing Race tonight. It starts at 10 pm, so I thought I'd dash off a journal entry to appease my conscience for now.

Work continues to be slack-worthy. I even had the time to read TWOP's Survivor recap for last week, while listening to an old man (okay, not that old, but he sounded like he was older than my dad) maunder on on the phone about how young people today smoke and kiss and speak horrible English and how important education was. I tried to cut him off, really, since he didn't have a solid complaint for us, but it was too hard to get a word in edgewise and I amused myself by reading TWOP instead.

By the way, the girl who sold me my hamburgers at McDonald's wore a tudung. I'm just saying. (She also looked just a little too young to be working, but was very pretty and efficient.)

Terz and I sat down on Monday night to talk about our respective monthly finances, i.e. why he seems to spend more than I do yet apparently doesn't. I resolved to stick to a new weekly budget after that. I've now spent 47% of the money that's supposed to last me till next Tuesday night. I can't decide if that's bad or good enough for starters. Sometimes I feel like I've been talking about being broke since I was thirteen, but when I look at all the junk I've accumulated along the way, I know when I say I'm broke, it has a whole different connotation from what it ought to mean.

On a brighter note, this week is the one-week school holidays and Terz is enjoying the luxury of sleeping in till --- well, he could, theoretically, sleep as late as he wants to, but he keeps getting up before I go to work (7:45 - 8:00 am) and blaming it on my being allegedly noisy in the shower. He forgets that every morning, when he hits the bedroom light to get dressed after his shower, I start awake. Ha!

The other good thing about it being the holidays is that Terz can go buy us some lightbulbs tomorrow. The lightbulbs in this computer room and the games room (i.e. room in which we play mahjong and he plays D&D or Battletech) are both blown. The games room one died months ago, but we bought the wrong bulbs for it and were too lazy to go back and exchange them. (Procrastinators 'R' Us.) Now we have to go get them because we need the computer room light.

Oh, and he's been watching rented DVDs. I mention this only because he rented, among other things, Battlestar Galactica and Memento. The latter will be our weekend viewing, but he watched Battlestar Galactica the other night when our Relatively Newlywed Friends came over. I watched about the first half hour before I felt the sleepies and said goodnight to them. The important thing about Battlestar Galactica is that it's shamelessly derivative, has heroes named Apollos and Starbucks (Starbucks!), and a very young Jane Seymour. If you grew up in the '80s, as I did, you owe it to yourself to sit down and give it one good viewing.

On that note, I'm off to watch The Amazing Race. I've totally turned into a TV junkie since I started this new job this year --- and this is without them showing Gilmore Girls or The West Wing!