Monday, July 04, 2005
the one with her weekend
this is where she becomes a mindless blogger and regurgitates the weekend as it is. so note...it's BORING if you don't know her personally la.saturday 2 july:
- 10am: went to gym for a run...ended up doing some weights as well. thighs are tired like heck.
- 12pm: met folks for lunch at dome paragon, delish seafood capellini and espresso.
- wrestled with office ladies, aunties and ahlians at MNG sale. found three tops which she's been eyeing for the longest time. some satin green thingy, some bohemian brown tube and some gypsy looking blouse. don't you know, ms bee was the undisputed queen of ah ma (grannie) fashion and her uni mates were at times embarrassed to be seen with her...celine was the truly brave one. hahahha.
- 4pm: left town and got a ride from pseudo master to the other half's place as the folks went to east coast for their walk.
- spent the later half of the day lazing in front of the tube cuddling and irritating each other.
- 6pm: craving for oil hence persuaded other half to have KFC. can you imagine a chicken fast food place running out of crispy chicken? sweets was peeved at having to eat originals only.
- 9pm: two KFC stuffed pigs sitting in front of tube unable to move for some weird reason.
- 1am: headed home with dancing oily drumsticks and breastmeat in her dreams.
sunday 3 july:
- 11am: ran 2km at the gym to rid herself of KFC the night before. overworked her thighs and is currently suffering from severe thighhamstring pulls (is that what you call it? oh well).
- 1pm: met folks at new nadaman and ended up with unsatisfying and expensive jap food. should've just went to akashi and saved them the trouble. she swears pseudo master's recommendations are only valid two out of ten given.
- 3pm: coffee session with folks where she and mom witnessed the fucking idiotic singaporean family once again. this time, its a father and two sons package. you know how some parents allow their kids to take mini trolleys from watsons (or wherever), cart them around for (lack of creative) fun and do the selfish and irresponsible thing by leaving the fucking trolley right next to someone's coffee table at starbucks when watsons is but 1min away at the other corner (paragon basement)? the idiot father didn't even have the courtesy to look at us nor apologise and probably think it's his right to take trolleys out and leave them wherever he likes cos its not his to begin with? it must be the fucking bald fat father's lucky day cos ms bee was in an extremely good mood. anyway.
- 5pm: met the other half to view the third year NUS archi student's exhibits and trudged down to funan to recce an optical shop for sweet's freelance work.
- 6pm: squeezed their way into the SMRT and did some frenzied last min supermarket shopping for auntie's dinner prep (chai's birthday and guest from paris auntie kim)
- 7pm: dinner was awesome with:
lamb chops
salad with persimmon
baked potatoes in cream sauce
grilled eggplant (which ms bee didn't touch)
fried salmon skin
smoked salmon bruschetta
persimmon jelly (but didn't exactly work out so it became persimmon melted sorbet)
mudcake with fresh strawberries
red wine
(can't work off the choc cake today cos her thighs are really aching)
- 9pm: sitting round the dining table with auntie kim and other half discussing renovation plans on her new place. shop talk evolved to diasporia of chinese, differences between the yellows (viet, chinese, cambodians, japanese, koreans, HK), kids (yan) and home decor. sneaky ms bee managed to weazle a 5 min calve massage from the other half.
- 11.40pm: hauled her tired thighs out and took a cab home.
- 12.12am: got an sms from other half "and let the bed bugs bite....YOU!!!!". went to bed with a silly smile plastered on her face.
bee wrote this at 9:10 AM
