Just an (extra)ordinary sunday

This sunday was certainly a different one. Started with yoga workshop with Stephen T., me bad, signed up for a full weekend but ended attending only 50%. Body was sore and I was happy to head off to PS Cafe at Dempsey with C, which turned out to be a fabulous (albeit expensive) choice. Dempsey certainly has its charm, in a quaint, old english way. Too bad you can quickly see that it is turning into a commercial development, like they say, to rival Holland V. Food at PS was certainly good, but it was the view, the lush view that was more enchanting than anything else. Wasn't able to catch a movie, so managed to convince C to join me at foot reflex. We scoured far east shopping centre in search of a sleazy joint for massage but alas, none to be found. How disappointing. Ended up at footworks instead. But ahhhhhh.......what a treat for a sore body and tired legs. Nuah is the word. Detoured back to dempsey again for a durian hit. It's start of season, so the bittergood stuff ain't quite there yet. The fruit we had was a little above average, but not satisfying enough. I will patiently await. Yum.

Came home and heard giggles of conversation in the bathroom. I roll my eyes. C decided to loudly shout, "Wen! I need an OJ..." and we both snickered our way to the kitchen where we loitered a little, before C loudly announcing, "I'm going back to the room now...". Needless to say, any conversations and giggles in the bathroom ceased for all of that time. Damn evil, but snickeringly entertaining. Wahahahhahhahahahaa.