I LOVE picnics! And after today's extremely fun picnic at East Coast Beach with the classmates, I'm repeating the same deed at Sentosa with Dippy tomorrow!
Desmond calls Dippy the 'great leader of the nation'. Makes me feel as if I'm dating Mao. Baaad visual image. And Chloe thinks I'm cute. Awww. I think she's cute too. I want a lil girl like her. Especially the tummy and the lil curls and the vain posturing. And we took a million ooooh-let's-be-Chloe-cute photos and watched cartwheel lessons in progress.
And then Sahkae Sushi's $9 for 9 called to us, and we seven squeezed into Celeste's car and went on a roadtrip! To Changi Airport. 20 minutes of warbling along to Titanic's 'Jack! Please don't leave me!', sitting squashed between the driver's seat and back seat, complains and moans and heavy sweating. Followed by 'ooh we're on holiday and Celeste's sending us off!', I-wanna-go-on-holiday whines and the very memorable 'where's Christchurch?', 'how can you not know where we're going'.
Popeye has had a huge drop in standard. I remember it from years back when it was so terribly yummy I refused to wash my fingers just so I could retain the smell. But now the chicken's dry, the fries are overcooked and the buttermilk biscuit isn't moist.
I have a lousy BMI. For all the times I pride myself on being somewhat healthier as compared to the skinnies at auditions, and seeing rejection as the inability to accept the wholesome, this isn't helping. Please make me a 20 and I'd be happy. I think I'm just blowing this up because really, I shouldn't bother.
Well, art calls. I've lost a painting. It's oil. So I'm screwed and I shouldn't be blogging / picnicking. Shoosh.
3:25:00 am
