This weekend was mainly uneventful, except for Sunday.

The lowdown:

Friday: Grandma’s birthday at Bukit Panjang Plaza. What irks me is that I have a extremely high chance of turning out like the women in my mother’s family. Exceedingly bloody naggy. Especially my mother. She is hopeless. The future me is frightened to be like her. Especially also if hard of hearing-ness is heritary.

Saturday: Woke up at 10:15 hours to get MacD’s breakfast. Very important to please stomach. MacD’s hashbrowns are to die for. Went to run bank errands. Irate parents with their tiny clones or running errands while their spawn goes for the hundred and one kiddy classes held by various money making businesses at United Square. Bought Adidas 3/4s to bribe myself into working out.

Search for new bras turned out to be futile and not as exciting as it should be with the mother who is not a girly girl and does not give a damn about nice looking things.

Had dinner with the parents at Delhi Restaurant. Papadams (papadoms, spelling damn jialat), chicken tikka and naans and pepper prawns are the food dreams are made of.

The laney gave over to watch ‘My Big Fat Greek Wedding’ with me. It is one of the few movies I do not get irritated with. So I like it. I popped popcorn and tried to make KoolAid (note to self: never buy KoolAid on discount because that means the KoolAid is all stuck together like one big fossil). We finished the popcorn before the second commercial, gross (the laney of course, not me)

Woke up slightly late to go play tennis, had to drag myself out of bed. Shaun was there and as usual we bitched over mini tennis. It is nice playing with girls even though I interact mostly with girls in the week or actually in my life but I guess boys are just not nice.

Went to The laney’s brother’s girlfriend’s birthday party (she is 21) and then off to zouk for flea and easy.

I brought 40 bucks in anticipation that I will spend all that I bring and sales were all on a cash only basis. Hence, the 40 dollars. On hindsight I should have bought more, for I had to borrow another 10 from Jupes in the end but then again, money is never enough.

Obviously I have never been to zouk in the day though even when they turned on the lights and you could see the face of the person next to you, it was still crowded and pushy and cigarette smoke all around. Ugh. But there was lots of things to buy and see. Local designers are too expensive though. But still, too many things that I wanted to buy.

Actually we were there on the pretext of ‘researching’ for our own flea market stall next next week. There were many people selling ‘vintage’ (in Singapore terms, but actually more second hand just like what we aspire to do). There were also a couple of people selling things that they made, (see previous paragraph: local designers), some of which were really cool and retro-ish and a call to drop cash on.

In the end, I bought:
* white fabric belt with vintage looking clasp (well in the light, it did look old)
* a brooch to keep my black vest together
* a red glass bead necklace (I was deciding between that and a nautical themed charm bracelet when I arrived at the epitome of shopoholic hopelessness, I was actually breaking out in cold sweat deciding between two things I really wanted but was strapped by 2 horrifying words: no money)

Jupes asked me how I was going to describe my outfit for that day. I was wearing my Sunday-lazy-and-obscene-in-a-certain-way-best:
+ see through (haha, I love those) faintly blue and white striped tissue paper top from KL so my bright blue bra could be seen
+ Mango khaki berms with animal belt
+ Red birks
+ Paul and Joe metal chained handle quite old school lady bag