Sweet enough, meeting up with my nus batch girls has developed into a regular practice these days. Girls – Dinners – Gossips – Laughter, so Sex & the City. And the thing about us, we always know we who are.
Funnily, mocha frap has become our must-have over the trading of scandalous bitches. Back in campus then, coffee was just our perk up tool in that droning lecture theatre.
So, times change, and I see another new ‘BFF’ for us now – Miss Cocoa, Beans.
Oh, because next week’s a mid-break, I supposed we could get some tanned lines and mambo party over our exchange of stories again. Our Grand Copthorne dinner is still on the list as well.
our dinner @ soup restaurant
they got the nice backdrop for pictures
sweet for the sweets @ Bakerzin
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time for some Aly dressing up
been long such look resurface
dinner @ coffeeclub
gossip girls
haha awkward awkward awkward.
obviously we have lived past such mirror stage
Alright, besides all the femme tittle-tattle, I haven’t actually lost touch with the homme too. That would totally be out of the question anyway, for the ratio of my yin-yang chums is way skewed.
she reminds me of myself at times
get drunk all day long was our slogan for the night
Woooh, my life is interesting!
x.o.x.o you know you love me
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Muscles tension is on the run these days!
Well it could be the aftermath of some Phelps’ inspiration, or, I have finally come clear to acknowledge the becoming of a couch potato over the last whole month.
So, running shoes back on the track, goggles tighten, badminton returning to the courts.
Yes, you read it right, days of sports and Aly, back.
As cliché as it could be, I reaped what I sow. My KPE 10km tunnel run turned out to be a recordable testimony. Then again, the minutes clocked could have been better sans the stifling conditions and the sardine-packed crowd. The deprivation of fresh air and sufficient light should deserve us a better indemnity I thought.
The one & only chance to pose under an ERP
Mighty Ong runners on a supposed lazy Sunday
Tadah, Aly 1st to hit the finishing line amongst the 4
Hooray for us to ocmplete the 10km Women's open
insanity is never an issue for Aly
behind's 30 over lamborghinis 'cruising' KPE at one go
Apart from the many runs, my poor right arm is seeing muscles. Badminton with baby sis has become a good training for right hand punches. And gawd, the many swims we have weekly, are really bleaching my hair so gold.
Oh, cycling did reconcile as well, with my pss chummies at ECP. Our perky butt work out was way intense, and insane. Oh well. And Dan, our race is still on, this time round I’m so getting the same bike as you.
cycle cycle on a pedal
my competitve bike-racer
awkward expression cause we were crashing into Dan soon
its supposed to be a pretense of Aly falling off the bike.
resembles more of a yoga Aly in the end
Next on the list, blades, squash and tennis.
I will be your new Sharapova.
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With the hottest talk of the cabinet going around, babies’ cries are on the high.
So is your Aly on a fly.
The kicking in of maternal instinct is morphing into my new weed, far addictive.
Besides the usual routine of crawling into my bedspread each morning, my boy now adopts another dying-cute action – a care bear hug, to greet my perfect morning. How sweet can little kiddos get.
In reciprocate to the action of my perpetual cutie, I took him with me to the library and a treat for a Wall-E. The real challenge came when I was left speechless to my boy questions in the theatre.
“Why Wall-E doesn’t walk but roll on wheels?”
Amazing Kids.
Wall-E treat.
oh my boy was on my laps throughout & i have to explain every details.
to the library!
he smartly took a book from the shelve and asked me read to him.
and the book title: Oracle Applications
My boy 1st day to his pre-school classes
excited excited boy
lego for the boy
swimming time! =)
ok this is cute.
after my rejection of him tagging along to orchard,
he took my shade & necklace so i couldnt get out of the house
Some days later, I met another smart boy of my friend. I couldn’t figure if it is the foreign upbringing or was it just me, that boy obviously isn’t as restrain as local crocs toddlers. Liberation smells so fresh on him. Lucky Boy.
the mixed blood boy with beautiful eyes!
just like me
our fun time in Isetan
yes yes, deprived childhood.
ya right.
btw, im not yet a mummy.
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1st Sept next year will be my celebration, if I agreed on the offer of becoming a civil servant. Then, Miss Chio will be the salutation for those kiddos. Great.
Picture the tight skirt deep-v Aly drilling theories of demand and supply, that’s sure something hot. Before that, my golden locks must go brown.
The Principals don’t make comment of; “Wow, you have pretty nice golden hair”, just to thrill me.
So, I had a day to unwind with my teachers previously. (Nope, not those from institutions or alma mater, donned my convocation robe in July remember.)
I meant my Mum and Aunts.
Put away academic teachings, they are certainly certified for an educator designation in molding the soul of our young minds. My savoirvivre for once is shaped under their rattans and bitching sessions. And I’m glad they did it that way contrasting myself and the cyber-generation today.
Besides, my Hakka, Cantonese and Mahjong wouldn’t be that proficient without them.
Trust me, this funky bunch of women have lots for me to learn from still.
I await out next session of tiles and spread.
The usual noisy lot
the famous dish originated from China
fusion: of rice noodles that tasted pretty nice
wine lovers, can give this a try
and heres my nephew, with us teaching him how to pose correctly
oh, if i have a boy. . . hmmmm
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God, I’m so going on some Atkins & South Beach diet!
with my osim scale has just elegantly pronounced the one additional Newton of gravitational force gained. Damn.
Besides the tragic fact that I have been indulging in chow recently, my calves have been quiescent for weeks as well. Yes blame this grimy air and that ashy road I would whine, its obvious Miss Slothfulness is dominating me.
So, I had the most luscious food fare on a lazy weekend.
4:00pm @ Blue Horizon:
- Portugal red wine
- Belgium chocolate cookies
- Thai Peanut Crackers
- Swiss milk chocs
Thereafter,
6:30pm @ Minori:
- Insane feast of Japanese Cuisine
(at least a good 28 different selection of double serving each!)
- and a bottle of icy Cold Sake
Then straight after,
10:30pm @ West Coast Mac:
- Cappuccino
- Ice cream cone
- Oreo Cheese Cake
Do the simple math, the amount of calories intake is way a-t-r-o-c-i-o-u-s!
So, the Crazy Japanese Feast.
1 of my victory dress from HK
Minori Feast: Madness
early birds usually have more pictures
my MONSTERS cousin-in-laws
baby & LV looking radient
danana & aly trying hard to appear small
monster inc. & anna loving their food as always
my youngest cousin! sucha happy family
chili & pig, having their food affair yet again, and again!
because the sweet kailing didnt make it
so aly with her brotherly cousin, CK
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The table shows just one round of our food, we ordered INFINITY LOTS
Mighty Ongs gluttony females! haa
Mighty Ongs mass gaining club!
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Wooo, grilled pork belly!
isnt Japanese food so tasty
we were wondering why the last piece got to be sticking out
flavoursome delight
we were not on any food revenge really
Tadah, this is the cold Sake
it tastes sweet, stingy and spicy
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What's more, that was just one out of the myriad feasts I put myself in, in August alone.
And just another few days ago, I had some Chinese with my batch girls.
Not forgetting the entire steamboat feasts(s), NDP celebration, and many more dinners(s) I had all together.
Oh my Holy Crap.
Argh.
Hq said i look a 26. oh no.
all pictures with Kris made me look so ballooned!
or maybe i am. haha
we had so many different kinds of dumplings that day
the expensive roti prata they said
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Now, if I don’t get back on track,
I make sure:
I bite my own tongue and bleed to death.
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