Vroom Vroom!!!

The F1 came to Singapore and Jem got tickets!

And even better... I was just able to make it! *YAYY!*

The moment I touched down in Singapore from Narita, I F1-ed myself (haha) to the nearest toilet, changed my clothes, shook my hair out and I was on my way to the race track!

Oh the noise (the cars were SO LOUD!) ... the atmosphere... the drama on the track... it was such an awesome experience! :)

I think holding an F1 night race in the city streets finally gave Singapore some much needed street cred... ;p

As Jem and I drove through Geylang in search of supper after the race, we saw so many people who were still so proudly wearing their F1 ticket tags around their necks while walking around or eating, as though to advertise, "Eh... I was at the F1 Race, you know? "

Of course Jem and I had already removed our tags, but I admit... I was dying to take it out of my handbag and swing it around and scream, " I was there TOO!!!!!"

I'm a sucker... I know.

F1 Night Race!

Jem and I in the thick of things!


Waiting for the race to start....


And there they go!!! (You have no idea how hard it is to snap one of these cars zooming by)

And to add icing to my weekend cake, Gwen was on my flight to Narita! I brought her to the FrancFranc store I so love and spent an hour there the last time.... and we spent another hour there again buying stuff!!! See? It really IS such a cool store.... :)



I need more weekends like this... ;p

Do the Hustle

I can't believe what I found deep in my closet.

I burst out laughing after I found a 1999 copy of Hustler Magazine which I had smuggled in from Australia on a school trip. Obviously I stupidly did whatever my guy friends were doing then...

I remember showing it excitedly to (then 22 year old) Jem, and he didn't like it.

"I prefer Japanese girls...", he said as he handed it back to me after just flipping through it for 5 minutes.

BAH. All the trouble for nothing.

And into the deepest recess of my closet it went.

I now have NO IDEA how to get rid of it without frightening my neighbourhood rubbish collector. I figured no matter how small I rip the magazine into pieces, I'm SURE somehow, some bit of a boob or a waxed pussy(cat) will appear SOMEWHERE.

I think I need to get a paper shredder.

If anybody wants it... let me know. Don't need to be shy.

Unless of course... you prefer Japanese girls. ;p

Another Year...

*sings*

Happy Birthday to MEeee...
I'm 27 orediii....

God I'm old.

Bah.

Genting Getaway

I wanted to make Jem go for a short getaway just so that he would stop working so hard. Since Bangkok is in political turmoil, we changed our plans at the last minute and headed to Genting.

Since the whole reason I went on the trip was to get Jem away from his work, my plan bombed coz he brought his Blackberry along for the trip.. BOOO.

I hate that Blackberry. *pui*

All in all it was a good, much needed break....

From sampling posh Ah Yat Abalone to streetside Char Kway Teow...

From having our feet nibbled by fishes at a fish spa to losing money at the blackjack tables...

I had fun! :)

Go Genting!


The view from our room... Who would have thought we could have such nice views from Genting?


*pounce* Good morning Dar!!! Let's go KL!


Trying to ward off the cold with cups of hot coffee as we enjoy the view down the cable car...


I always enjoy the cable car ride down Genting... its quiet, peaceful and so full of greenery. :)


I've always wanted to try this!!! See what the sign reads: "The mysterious lips, trade however foot of fish massage". HUH??!!! Hahahahaaa.... Wat the f**k..


FEEDING TIME!!! See how they attack Jem's feet! It was so bad even another lady who was having her feet nibbled pointed and laughed at the fish hysteria going on a Jem's feet. Honestly before we started, I kept wondering what would happen if we poked our feet in the water and all the fish just died... ? ;p


Feet. Fish. Love.

After we were rejuvinated from the fish massage (Read: Fish Feeding Frenzy), we head down to Jalan Alor for some street food!

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Chay Kway Teow and Oyster Omelette! Mmmm...

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Jem all tuckered out. *sneak a photo* HeeHeeHee.

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*kiss* 'Till our honeymoon next year!!! :)

I Love Franc

So I flew to Narita for the first time in the belly of the Beluga whale.

I arrived depressed and throughly dejected.

Stupid Whale. Sigh...

And of course, what is the best therapy for depression, dejection and everything else?

Now everybody say it together..... SHOPPING!

Heh. ;p (I'm predictable, I know...)

The first stop I made after lunch was a Japanese lifestyle store called FrancFranc.

And I fell in LOVE.

I spent over an hour in the store falling in love at every aisle. I swear I had to control and pick and choose my final purchases.

Everything I saw I wanted for my new house. From pots and pans to cups and plates and rice cookers and waste bins. (I throughtly REGRET not buying this pink and grey polka dotted mug set. I was afraid Jem couldnt bring himself to drink out of a polka dotted mug... Now, I hate myself. Damn.)

I was so sad I couldn't lug everything I wanted home. :(

All in all, the retail therapy worked (doesnt it ALWAYS?!?) and I returned to the Whale determined to carve it out and have it's blubber for dinner.

*CHOMPGNAWCHOMP*

I still didn't like it any better though.

*kick whale*

FrancFranc!

Soap dispensers for every sink in the home!


Kawaii toothbrushes! I instantly fell in love with the crystal tip at the end. Black one for Jem and the pink and white one for ME. *brushbrush*


And a toothbrush holder for my vanity. Exactly what I was looking for :)



Shaver Holder! So cutteee................ I was choosing between this green and shocking pink. I didn't think Jem would have appreciated the shocking pink one. Sigh.

Now what did my dirty mind spot in the 100Yen store?



It's a kitchen sponge. But anything BIG.WIDE.HARD. is damn good in my books.

;)

Oh. My. God.

I logged into The Straits Times when my Bro-in-law told me about an article he read online today.

The headlines screamed, "SIA steward accused of rape".

Apparently it happened in Abu Dhabi.

Siigghhh.

I swear, nothing good happens in that place.

It's so boring there people there go crazy.

Anyhow, my heart goes out to the poor girl.

I hope you're ok.

http://www.straitstimes.com/Breaking%2BNews/Courts%2Band%2BCrime/Story/STIStory_275264.html?vgnmr=1

Then How?

I've developed a habit of saying, "Then how?"

It started ever since Jem and I bought our place and started having to make decisions for the house.

Jem HATES it when I say "Then how?".

I guess it's coz we never really had to make any decisions before this. At most, it was as simple as where to eat, what movie to watch, where to drink our next glass of beer...

But now every conversation revolves around something to do with the house.

So basically our converstations go like this:

Jem: Scott (our contractor) says we can't fix this here.

Me: Really? Then how?

Jem: &*#(*)#%*Q!~!!

Jem gets really, REALLY mad. We literally had fights over it coz he blew up when I said those two dreaded words.

To him those two words mean: "You make the decision"

But really, I don't mean it that way, It just means," I would like your opinion".

It's just cut down to a simple two-word singlish of "Then how".

I'm really trying not to say it... but...

Then how? ;p

(Runs off and hides under blanket)

*Tee Hee*