Waking up with delicious aches in certain parts of the body
sure makes me feel like a real woman....
one who finally got herself off the couch
and finally taking pro-active measures to reducing that inflating tummy.

I caught SATC the movie,
and religiously followed the series over at trusty tudou.com
I've gotta say,
it is inspiring.
So much so that I've this urge to give up on flats and revert to my old heels day.

Isn't it empowering,
to know that women can and do lead independent lives the way men do?

Doesn't it just fill the average woman with optimism again to hear Big say
"There are alot of gorgeous women ard, but after awhile, u just want to be with somebody who can make u laugh"

*SIGH*

Don't u just love OLD MEN?

The GSS isn't making life that much easier too.
Since I don't have the budget to shop yet,
I figured we cld do a lil SATC the S'pore way- EAT


Afterall, Carrie and gang eat too, at atas places, with high-class deserts and all.


So did the four of us.

It really is quite unfair u noe,
when the girls get to savour their food and still manage to look like stick figures on screen.
And I sincerely believe that slapping on make-up
and wrecking your brain deciding on what clothes to wear do not burn excessive calories.
So after the sinful afternoon of affordable foodcourt food and the
not so affordable 10 scoops of ice-cream later,
the remaining 3 girls decided to work it off.


Boss of cos, took after Samantha and headed home to prepare for her
"special sushi feast" night-out

The route covered:
My place->Zee's place->MacRitchie-> Sinfully Cheesy Italian food n waffles
Cheapo S'pore aunty style kopitiam dinner->Zee's place-> Home Sweet Home.


So the very SATC style Sat went down the drain as the day turned into night.
But the friendship remains.

The very ATAS lifestyle,
the mindsets we shared are indeed as different as different can be.
But there's one thing in common I'm sure,
and that is,
the very real future of bdays celebration together year after year
until we're 50 n even beyond.

No doubt our lives may change,
with people, like in the show,
having found their respective partners and living life happily ever after,
our presence in one another's lives would still remain a constant.

In tears,
in laughter,
even in anger.
In glam-ness,
in fugly-ness,
even in kumgong-ness.
And yes, in smeared black bicycle oil too,

Ever thine, ever mine, ever ours.

I told 1/3 of LK just last night over dinner that Saturdays are special.
Saturdays are the days reserved for people important to me.
And I only just realised how much I meant that.
Sundays on the other hand,
are reserved for reliving the memories of the day b4.