Weekends and Splurges
Okay, at the risk of updating my blog with stale news, then again who cares, it's not like I have anything really interesting to update or rather me having the energy and/or intellect to put it down in writing these days. It's been a week since I got back from Singapore. This was an emergency weekend break just so I could stir off course a little and get out of KL. Plus Jamie already had the tickets to Impenjarament and David has hinted that it might be worthwhile catching. So yeah. The Singapore Sale had absolutely nothing to do with me heading down. And THAT'S the official story.
The plan was to escape with Keen in tow. Now Keen has a history of FFK-ing every now and then. So this time without any exception, I was expecting to be on the coach heading down south alone. But he pulled through and hence I needn't resort to have him kidnapped to be on this trip with me. And golly , never have I seen Keen all so geared up to go shopping. I feared that I was about to have an Alicia Silverstone in Clueless moment when Keen insisted we do not leave Paragon until we were carrying at least three paper bags... each. Total damage: about SGD200. The feeling of being fabulous later on: Priceless. For every fucking thing there is Mastercard.
Fast forward to the past weekend. Saturday brunch with the girls at La Bodega. Our very own attempt to recreate the ensemble of SATC. However instead of wheat toasts and fruit plates, we pigged out on these huge english breakfasts.
I swear I have never seen them up so early in my life before (all night clubbing doesn't count). Kenneth, it shall be a rule from now on, the last person who arrives shall take care of the bill.
Rest of the weekend spent in front of the TV watching the Live 8 concert. Only Madonna can get 150,000 people in a park to clap in unison.