Wednesday, 4 July 2007
SQ Boy
I can't believe I actually dreamt of him last night. I mean, I havent given him much thought till I briefly asked the lao zha bohs last Saturday how life for me would have been if I were still with him. And I hardly ever dream. I mean come on, a girl's gotta have her beauty sleep right?Dream? Dream on baby.
The thing is, it was a very VIVID dream. How on earth did he ended up being my neighbor? And why is he marrying this fat indonesian chinese girl? Is it because he wants to stop flying and be a house husband?? And why did he talk to me? Why do I remember this dream? Why why why???
I actually wanted to sms him this morning to ask how was he. Then I decided against it. What's the point right? The last time we messaged was eons ago. And it was about clubbing. So stupid.
So how now? I think I'll drink the rest of the Honey Choya and go to sleep lah. And snuggle my Fatboy.
Who Moved My Cheese...Cake?
See the chocolate swirl on top of the cake? I made it. Very artistic hor?
And I also popped these out of the oven...
Not only could I bake, I could make bread as well! These little round pows is called Traditional Soft Bun. And they are very soft and yummy..
So in case you are wondering where did I go and learn all these? Its at this baking school call Phoon Huat. Go check it out!
Monday, 2 July 2007
Slumber Tea Party
Have always wanted to try C-cup and finally found the perfect occasion to place my order!
And it goes absolutely well with yummy Honey Choya + Soda/ Green Tea/ Tonic. It was great fun sitting around with my lao zha bohs, sipping our relax Choya and catch up on the latest gossips. Ahh... Princess Bobo even wished we had cuban cigars. Just like the big boys, eh?
What struck me was we could just sit and sip the entire evening without realising it was way past dinner time. At times we would talk about random stuff like... jogging? (yikes!) And then Terminal AA would suddenly blurt out on her forty six year old suitor (bet with him for Rolex plsssss).. and Russian Fat Cat recalled how she nearly drowned at white water rafting (no more ODAC for u for now).. and P. BoBo would shock us with tales of her eat-where-you-shit colleagues. My little contribution was updates on my latest buys from People's Park. Amongst others.
The time spent was fantastic! It was as good as therapy. No, BETTER. Only old friends can thon with each other from 4pm to 4am trying to get pissed drunk (but didn't) and talk rot. Well, I did wake up with a hangover due to lack of sleep the next morning. But it was one of the best weekends with the girls. And I know what we'll be doing when we are way into our 80's. And it sure ain't gonna be knitting, ladies. We'll upgrade to Brandy next time k? Just like the real boys.
Thursday, 28 June 2007
Sons of Ipswich
Fatboy and I did our usual and rented DVDs over the weekend. I wasn't keen at all when he picked The Covenant out from the shelves. Anyways, so we watched the DVD last night and here's the synopsis of the story.
To the students of the Spenser Academy, the Sons of Ipswich are the baddest boys on campus. But that's not all they share. The four friends also share a 300 year old secret: they're warlocks, the teenage descendants of a 17th century coven of witches. So when the long-banished fifth son suddenly appears and threatens to kill their loved ones, they realize they must face their enemy in order to prevent him from stealing their powers and shattering THE COVENANT forever.
Sounded like a B-flick to me. I imagined it to be like a bunch of ACS boys flaunting their old money/ power, then came a disgruntled St Pat's boy and then their fight began. Of course, throw in a few 'IJ girls and bit of cat fight when a new hot chick transferred from a neighbourhood school to this exclusive institution. Then this neighbourhood school chic started dating this ACS boy who also happens to be the leader of the brat pack. This boy here, looks like this..

As Caleb in The Covenant...

As himself..and I highly recommend to check him out in The Covenant- when he is taking a dip in his swimming trunks. Ha.
How? How? How? He is only 21 years old. TWENTY ONE is bloody young lor. And guess what? He is 1.88m tall. That is farking tall lah! And he has soft brown eyes. Mm-hmm. And his voice is deep and luscious, almost velvet-like.
He sounds delicious, doesn't he? Think I'll watch him again this Saturday with the girls. But chop, he is mine ok?
Monday, 25 June 2007
When Hamburger Strikes...
But how?! When my Fatboy loves to cook up a storm in the kitchen. And boy, when my Fatboy cooks.. he COOKS.
This is dinner for TWO by the way..*burp
Can somebody please call the Hamburglar? This is the 2nd time I'm having TWO burgers for dinner.
Its bur-gur-licious darling, absolutely yumster! But I don't want to grow an extra stomach out of this.
Ruffles & Ribbons
See.. gorgeous isnt it?
Now see this....err.. maybe I'll do more justice to this set after few more rounds of Amore.