Though sleepy, I'm feeling pretty perky because I'm done with G. Tan's lessons for the week. I thought I liked writing, but corporate writing (coupled with a one-hour deadline) leaves me feeling pretty darn drained and incompetent. I have half a mind to steal a catnap in bed, but I've got loads to do before zipping out to meet B after teaching piano later.
The weekend (and almost half of this week) has pretty much flown by, not only because B is in Singapore. There was CH's birthday, and all the late nights have left me pretty exhausted, and it always feels like there's never enough time when one wants to sleep in, no?
After Thursday's bar hopping with B and his friends, I hung out with Ceci over non-alcoholic drinks and pizza at California Pizza Kitchen on Friday. Always feels good to slow down and enjoy good food with one of my best friends. We had a little too much though, and had to walk the entire stretch of Orchard to ease our tummies. Heh.
On Saturday night, B and I went out on a dinner date at Sakae Sushi. Sitting across him in the booth in Wheelock Place felt a little disconcerting. He's actually here in Singapore. The last time we had sushi together, it was from a takeaway box on his apartment couch.
We still haven't snapped a picture of us together since he arrived, but here's what we (mostly he!) consumed, minus his bowl of ramen. My French man really loves Japanese food, so good for me and my waistline. Haha.
The downpour foiled my plans to head over to No.5, so Erwin, Sze Wen, B and I headed over to Harry's at Esplanade. And after, we (minus Sze Wen) headed over to Shanghai Jazz Bar to join the other French students. Five drinking holes in three days. I can feel my liver shriveling up.
So in an attempt to balance out our late nights, Lanxi and I stuck to our Sunday beach runs despite our exhaustion.
The sunshine was out for the first time in ages, and nothing quite revitalizes like a good run and a lazy sprawl on our sarongs.
After our routine sushi lunch, I rushed home just in time to hop into Ken's car for CH's birthday dinner. Outback Steakhouse was nothing to rave about, and the real fun started at Paulaner Brauhaus.
The only normal pictures for the night.
I can't remember whatever possessed us to do something as cheesy as the 10-pose sequence, but fueled by liquid courage and our semi-hidden booth at the corner of the bar, we posed and posed. Here's CH and Tzin Ling.
Ken and I felt like we had to be a tad more innovative.
We were really getting into it, so we decided we'd do the slutty/sexy sequence next. But we could only come up with these couple. Slutty's not in our blood yet, but we're working on it. Haha. And no real groping happened that night. All for the cameras.
CH decided to join us. Here are some of the not-too-explicit ones.
And the good thing about beer is that it helps convince a boy to put a flower in his hair.
Happy 22nd Birthday CH!
Whew. What a weekend. With tests and assignments, I haven't been able to catch up on much sleep over the past couple of days, and I am really, really looking forward to a quiet night in with B tonight.
Off for a run.
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