i'm quite proud of myself, because for a low maintenance female like moi, i managed to do a french pedi for myself and mom.
so she was sitting on my bed, feet extended out on a stool so no paint would get onto the sheets. then she asked if i could use my ikea heart cushion to prop her feet up.
and i was like, "hell of course not! what if you got paint on it??"
and she was like, "well does it matter? it doesn't seem loved anymore does it?"
sorry gavin ):
i know i'm supposed to like, sleep with it after he bought it for me. but i just couldn't keep those damn hands from slapping my face! yeah i got slapped. that's for buying a heart with hands.
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not long ago i blogged about the roach and the bumblebee which was my very first entry in rain-city. and so i was talking to ced, and here's what he said.
CEDRIC ; says (1:21 AM):
i like your insect entries
can you liek fight a caterpillar next time?
well caterpillars. i didn't fight one, but i saw 3. on my chilli plant. damnit it was freakin fat for a small thing can? and it was like, yellow and black (or brown i think), not green as i thought it would be. ya this pi sai green instead of this luscious green.
i was sooo not going to touch those caterpillars okay. gavin was like all, "Mm okay," about it but i was NOT. so i called my maid out to the corridor to deal with them. after all, she's the one doing the gardening.
she just brought out a pair of scissors, and snipped off the leaves those caterpillars were on. i totally backed away to my front door because i was afraid they
so gavin and i were watching her from the gate, and then we heard, "snip snip,".
then gavin asked, "did she just cut them in half?". and i was totally bimbotic and went, "did you just cut them in half??".
and then, she just smiled.
o.o like damn sick can.
reminds me of this time a schoolmate told me about her pet parrot which died. she was like, kinda sad and all, since this parrot had been living in her kitchen for a few years at that time.
so i randomly asked her, "so did you bury its carcass?".
and she replied, casually, "oh, my maid threw it down the rubbish chute,".
WTF. rubbish chute of all places. you tell me you buried your pet terrapin in the playground i wouldn't have mind, but rubbish chute!
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well okay pictures. lousy quality, because neither of us brought our cameras out.
we bought a tub of ice cream from fairprice, which has hazelnut swirls, macadamia nuts and chocolate chips in it. :D

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i know i'm hard to please, or maybe i just have high standards. honestly, i think the food there SUCKS. k not that bad that i can't finish my food la. but still bad.
it's nothing like hk food please. defeated the whole intention of setting up that cafe doesn't it?
maybe it's just singaporeans. like what my mom said, if the shit doesn't smell they'll eat it. :x
it's seriously hard to find good food around these days. the good food people deem, are still kinda sucky to me. sigh, maybe it's just my tastebuds.

gavin, being the smart boy, ordered a chicken cordon bleu. it was nice, with the ham and cheese in the chicken and all.
but since i ordered the lamb shanks myself, i would just have to endure what i ordered.
people around ordered the irish lamb stew too. this chinese couple beside me, barely touched theirs (it was their side dish). while on the other side, this malay lady cleared her plate pretty quickly. like it was scrumptious. like it was actually delicious!
after the malay lady left, another chinese couple took their place. they too, ordered those murderous lamb shanks.
the guy, ate his meal expressionless and the lady was pretty stoned throughout the meal (her face was like, -___-). she was having trouble putting that putrid meat into her mouth! i totally felt her.
and the thing was, it was stated on the menu that this irish lamb stew, was award winning.
what, for being putrid??
oh anyway the cake was good.
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bye!
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