At Fairmont’s Plaza Market Cafe
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Hello, we begin by me rambling in the new year, which is quite common. First up, I spent my NYE at Mono downing close to 1/2 bottle of Martell, because its Simon’s birthday celebration. This sounds like 2005 all over again – where we rang in the new year with booze at what was formerly known as MoS. This time though, I mustered courage and gulped 1/2 jug of Martell-mixed in one sitting *yucks*. I upped a notch on my unhealthy night out with basketful of chicken wings and plates of salt-ridden pizza. Thankfully I didn’t puke when I got home. I was even sober enough to drink 1 lt of water with Vit C. But, I know, not young already, cannot be so brash. So the first thought would be : I shall adopt a healthier lifestyle
This, behind *scape park at Orchard. The irony of it all
Y2.01K has arrived. The past decade has been an eye-opening one. From schooling, to graduating, to working, back to sch and back in Singapore. Of course I’ve had my ups and downs, but I’ve learnt so much about myself and I’m glad I’ve made it this far. Hope this decade will be better than last. p/s: Oh, I shall attempt to blog more too. Haha, though I wonder how that would be possible with so much going on. Hahah, well at least it’s over and done with. But really, gotta improve timing la. Very embarassing when I finish past 6 hrs leh
It was a mad shoe shopping weekend. Presenting….
This post is all about running, seriously. With 2.5 months to SCM, I am beginning to doubt whether I can finish doing the mother-of-all-runs. I’m not like Mark, who can fly through without having trained at more than an hour each time, nor am I Angie, who would be running her fifth marathon this year. I’m lazy arse like that. But I did tell myself things will get ugly should I not get to the tracks, and on Sunday morning, still dark at 5.30am, I got off for a slow run. The whole objective of Sunday’s run was to see how far I could go before I started to heave. And it only took me up till Plaza Singapura, which was a paltry 5.5 km, to get me seeing stars. So much for training. That means I have to step on it, and hopefully I don’t make evening tabloid news for the wrong reasons on the day itself. And the only one person whom I think has the potential to be a running buddy turns out to be a pro! I have doubts of not humiliating myself in front of him, but I guess I shall have to suffer a bruised ego and be laughed by him when we actually run together. Well, Boon and mine’s first trip together, after knowing for 22 years! (Hmm, Shanghai doesn’t count, cos she went with her mum and bunked at my dad’s). But it was good break that we both needed, although the killer heat was really something. Shall upload the pics later and explain in detail, but for now, ENJOY!  At Cafe Deco Read this from XX’s blog (she can be quite funny what…) “One day just snapped out of it and realised that I’m at least worth a guy committing to me instead of just playing me around. A man who’d love me and think I’m perfect. Not a man who thinks the next girl might be better or more suitable for him than me.” I know, it’s been years, I just don’t learn, and yet I wanna take advice from someone I don’t even know. Well, can’t say I’m not trying… Have decided that since I’ve got a back log of pics to upload, I should probably set up an album just on food alone. Though I suppose I will be too lazy to detail information of them, but at least it’s up there somewhere Note to self: Do not view album when hungry |
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