Pretty sure there won't be a sign with my name on it at the gates of Heaven, for not only have I committed the sin of gluttony, but today, I've become slothful as I decided not to go for yoga, having finally succumbed to sin after a morning long battle having to choose between going for yoga and catching up on the rerun of Doors. Of course, sinful, weak spirited slothful cow that I am, the chinese drama won. I put up a hard fight, mind you - for I convinced myself I could go to the 1.45pm class anyway and no harm done by watching Doors and missing class at Shambhala. But come 12.30pm, my body fatigued, I decided to take a nap instead. Hey hey, in yoga, teachers always say, listen to your body. So my body says it wants a nap. Blame it on the most wonderful massage and spa treatment I've had in a loooong time yesterday, for my body was like mush and my neck and shoulder muscles loose and free. Wah, the tiny therapist at Essence Vale is truly not to be underestimated. Truth be told I had the greatest sudden urge to eat Rojak, and my already battered will and body caved in to gluttony once again as I decided once and for all to skip yoga, and make my way down to far east plaza for a plate of William's Rojak which has been haunting me all morning. As my arse bad luck would have it, the stall was CLOSED today. ARRRRGHGHGHGHG.. GRRRRR!!!!! Depressed, I made my way to Bean with a latte whilst I contemplated my next move.
Post-latte I decided to make my way home, but somehow found myself wandering towards Isetan for some window shopping - after all, I came all the way to Orchard and deliberately missed yoga, I can't go home immediately can I? Unfortately that was the biggest rojak tragedy of the day - what started as a plain beige mango top for $30 cumulated to a whopping $400 contribution to my already tightly spaced wardrobe. Yes, SIGH. As one who knows me by now, it started innocently enough with only one article of clothing. And then, oh! isn't this pair of pants cute! Ah this would look great with the pants! Hey this top is funky! blah blah blah etc etc etc, and suddenly I feel a renewed burst of energy (which I was unable to muster up this morning to go for yoga) and of course, much happier and $400 poorer. Aiieeeeeeee.
Moral of the story - Rojak is dangerous. What was supposed to be a $5 lunch turned out to be deadlier than that. But I still didn't get my rojak. :(
OM not.
The Bird Bird by Artichoke Pop-Up
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Oh nooo!! what is becomming of you?.. yesterday, you ate sooo much, now you missed yoga... hang on.. din you just tell me on the phone that you met your friends (the Tekka bunch) AFTER your yoga?.. and y ou HAD to rush off cuz you were late..er..whcih day pray tell was this?.. The 8th day of the week?
Wahhh i have never heard of you ever being so lazy and gluttony... almost makes it a welcome respite that your shopping gene kicks in... hmmm thinking about it.. i think you DO have a dominant shopping gene...ooo... hey, whats so special about william's rojak?.. you din tell me about this?.. is it a MUST try?.. and by the way hor.. why bother to go all the way to town to eat rojak when you could have gone a little earlier and done your yoga... i am rather suspecious...the plot thickens....
and hor... you shopped at ISetan..er.. ain't baby GAP.. or Osh Kosh more your size?.. snigger.. maybe not now (yup, i can talk... most stors dun even HAVE my size)...for me Triple X ain't a porno movie,its a shirt size....or a discription of.... hee hee XXXl all around!! hope you had a nice sleep...at least you are rested.. and fed... and... DUN BLAME BIZ!!
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