a calm before the storm.
a prelude to a calamity.
alright.it's the pre monday blues. The whole notion of knowing that i have to wake up at insane hours to travel to the cubbyhole at the end of the world just makes my life even more depressing and wretched, especially when i just had one of my best weekends with the boy ever.
drats.
i take my hats off any geek-o-nerds now who can even feel positive about school and work .seriously. i am so so so so miserable.
Issues aside, it's time to digress to something alittle more genial , a little more light hearted, alittle more fattening and that's likely to induce involuntary lip smacking and undesirable cravings.heh heh heh. yes yes, my thursday to sunday adventure.
Camping at ECP with our 6 man tent was hell lot of fun. It's big enough to run rounds inside and i am not pulling your leg.
oh well, yes yes, the boy and i lugged his spartan soldier backpack, which i must say, is really as tall as im , well at least almost. Not that i have the most flattering physique and not forgetting that i am perpetually horizontally and vertically challenged, butthe bag is really huge enough for me to sit in comfortably .Perhaps it's time to suggest that the boy brings me around me in that spartan sack and we can save on all the fares on public transport since now we are officially in our dire straits of poverty and hunger .
Anyway,there's no better accompanionment to such a romantic ambience with your love, under the starry nightsky and tranquility of the ocean but a chocolate fondue pot? Imagine a bubbling chocolate fondue pot ( with 53% cocoa), served with piping hot waffles,ritz biscuits, white fluffy marshmallows , bananas,grapes,kiwis, strawberries, and that assortment of fruits that will put your Ah Huat's fruit grocer in the market to shame. it was orgasmic i swear. If only boys and girls taste more like chocolate,maybe there would be lesser gay boys and lesbos around. tsk.
erm. oh well, let me shoot myself in my own foot. we are broke lar huh. we really wouldnt be eating only fondue if we werent this broke , 'noe, esp when east coast has just about every thing that i want to eat. Komala's vegetarian restaurant, Al Gelare,The Jap and Korean Don shop, coffee bean's carrot cake and blueberry cheese cake , Kenny roger's. *sighs.
Still, it was real fun, from pitching the tents,preparing the fondue pot,looking after my sickboy, taking walks , to squatting like a bangla at the grass brushing teeth together. These are the memories that i will absolutely not trade for anything else in the world.
But we both fell ill ? Seriously, i doubt any couple can be as gluttony as us to have fondue for 2 nights straight ,with lotsa ritz crackers with tuna and salmon,bomb and kor-song pratas and goodness knows what. It's like we are competing to see who fuse the BMI meter first? but who cares, when now the boy's perpetually calling me his sow and giving me his most endearing and flattering endearments and worse typing silly shout- outs in my friendster. TROUGH AND NONSENSE. it's all my karma now,i know. Then to suffer under his domestic abuse, which i shant divulge too much here, lest i put my dear life in danger when that boy reads this. i resign to my fate. * shakes head fervently
* sighs. Hear that loud thud on the ground? boy, it's time to fall back in to the shit holes of reality.
oh yes, i will try to love sch, try to love my CAP score enough to score better, try to love anything and everything that starts with N-T-U. i will try. i promise.
heh. till then. i love myboy,my mum and gun! (:
a prelude to a calamity.
alright.it's the pre monday blues. The whole notion of knowing that i have to wake up at insane hours to travel to the cubbyhole at the end of the world just makes my life even more depressing and wretched, especially when i just had one of my best weekends with the boy ever.
drats.
i take my hats off any geek-o-nerds now who can even feel positive about school and work .seriously. i am so so so so miserable.
Issues aside, it's time to digress to something alittle more genial , a little more light hearted, alittle more fattening and that's likely to induce involuntary lip smacking and undesirable cravings.heh heh heh. yes yes, my thursday to sunday adventure.
Camping at ECP with our 6 man tent was hell lot of fun. It's big enough to run rounds inside and i am not pulling your leg.
oh well, yes yes, the boy and i lugged his spartan soldier backpack, which i must say, is really as tall as im , well at least almost. Not that i have the most flattering physique and not forgetting that i am perpetually horizontally and vertically challenged, butthe bag is really huge enough for me to sit in comfortably .Perhaps it's time to suggest that the boy brings me around me in that spartan sack and we can save on all the fares on public transport since now we are officially in our dire straits of poverty and hunger .
Anyway,there's no better accompanionment to such a romantic ambience with your love, under the starry nightsky and tranquility of the ocean but a chocolate fondue pot? Imagine a bubbling chocolate fondue pot ( with 53% cocoa), served with piping hot waffles,ritz biscuits, white fluffy marshmallows , bananas,grapes,kiwis, strawberries, and that assortment of fruits that will put your Ah Huat's fruit grocer in the market to shame. it was orgasmic i swear. If only boys and girls taste more like chocolate,maybe there would be lesser gay boys and lesbos around. tsk.
erm. oh well, let me shoot myself in my own foot. we are broke lar huh. we really wouldnt be eating only fondue if we werent this broke , 'noe, esp when east coast has just about every thing that i want to eat. Komala's vegetarian restaurant, Al Gelare,The Jap and Korean Don shop, coffee bean's carrot cake and blueberry cheese cake , Kenny roger's. *sighs.
Still, it was real fun, from pitching the tents,preparing the fondue pot,looking after my sickboy, taking walks , to squatting like a bangla at the grass brushing teeth together. These are the memories that i will absolutely not trade for anything else in the world.
But we both fell ill ? Seriously, i doubt any couple can be as gluttony as us to have fondue for 2 nights straight ,with lotsa ritz crackers with tuna and salmon,bomb and kor-song pratas and goodness knows what. It's like we are competing to see who fuse the BMI meter first? but who cares, when now the boy's perpetually calling me his sow and giving me his most endearing and flattering endearments and worse typing silly shout- outs in my friendster. TROUGH AND NONSENSE. it's all my karma now,i know. Then to suffer under his domestic abuse, which i shant divulge too much here, lest i put my dear life in danger when that boy reads this. i resign to my fate. * shakes head fervently
* sighs. Hear that loud thud on the ground? boy, it's time to fall back in to the shit holes of reality.
oh yes, i will try to love sch, try to love my CAP score enough to score better, try to love anything and everything that starts with N-T-U. i will try. i promise.
heh. till then. i love myboy,my mum and gun! (:
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