It was Bren’s turn to turn 27 this week. Shups suggested brunch at the Rider’s Cafe near where she would be hitting golf balls early Sunday morning. So off we went to 51 Fairways Drive to have brunch in a old black and white house without aircon.

As the girls noted, it seems that we get more punctual the older we become (hello, I am ALWAYS punctual okay?) and the entire party was present at 12:06 pm sitting around the table examining the menu. The entire brunch session was like a SATC scene times 1 and three quarters. I don’t know what it is but whichever group of girls I hang out with, we are always very very noisy. Hmmmm.

I felt so happy and contented (not to mention warm as hell) to be with the girls. Sometimes, I think its the company that you have that matters. And an ice cold drink in your hand. I have not felt so calm and relaxed for awhile.

Happy Birthday Bren bren (as Leng calls you….)

* Us Girls.
* The birthday girls.
* The strawberry shortcake, surprisingly atas appearing though it is from Breadtalk.
* The brunch food

The laney and I went for a run on Saturday night. Apparently accordingly to The laney, we ran more than 5km. Halfway there. Every step was taken with a curse in my head. Why do I torture myself? Good clean pain is better than the rest of the crap that I have no control over. Perhaps 10km will be easier than it seems? Nah I don’t think so.

All in all, it was a good weekend.