I played Can Your Pet? just now… I hate you mef ;_____________________;

It’s a boring pet game for kids UNTIL I SAW THE ENDING!

Good now that we got that out of the way… I’ve been rather busy as of late. Unfortunately that means my life has gotten pretty boring and it doesn’t really take much for me to be entertained. The good news is that I actually have something blog-worthy this weekend. So 4 of us, 2 cellphones with GPS and 3G plans. And we get LOST. I’m talking like, “this is so bad, we probably shouldn’t tell anyone” but hey, there’s a hashtag on twitter for when I fail at things for a certain reason, right?

1. So we got out of the MTR (blue dot) and we walked though a mall (even stopping to ask a lady in the mall for directions). She told us to go out of the other exit and turn left… and something about an HSBC. We followed her directions got to the HSBC… and turned right. 15-20 minutes later, we ended up at the red dot (it actually wasn’t that far, but we stopped a few times to check our maps).

2. At this point we were too hot (it was really humid) so we gave up and hailed a taxi. The taxi took us to where we wanted to go but….

ARRGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH IT WAS RIGHT THERE.

Fail. Other things I did this weekend:

• watched all of The League Season 1 Sunday night (it is only actually only 6 episodes). Hilarious stuff. I mean it is set around a bunch of friends who are in a(n American) Football* fantasy league, but there really isn’t much football talk (I don’t watch any football except the occasional Superbowl, but I still loved the first season)
• learned that macking is apparently a Canadian slang. Mindblown.
• since our skittles vodka turned out .. uhh pretty decent(?) we made (well actually, my friends made) Chili Vodka… I would claim I “supervised”, but I was too busy watching The League (see first bullet point). Gotta wait a week before we can try it … can’t wait

*Yeah I started calling “football” American Football now. Meh, not that I really care about football (both American and European) in the first place. Now foozeball, THAT’s a real man’s sport.