Friday, December 16, 2005

He doesn't want his fat bride to sell herself

Presumably to prevent me from selling myself for a couple of cheap donuts, the boy has launched a gorge-and-make-celest-fat campaign. Very apt for him, since he likes my cheeks chubby and has been moaning about the facial blub I lost when we went on the time-out.

So the rampage began with the return of the long-lost Tuesday Gelare waffles and ice-cream






















And on Thursday we had a fantastic foursome. Ooh yes, risque! Tttttsssssssizzzzle
I romped with theboy and my two other favourite men- Monsieur Ben and Uncle Jerry. Yes we raided the B&J scoop shop and stuffed our faces with a waffle basket and THREE scoops of ice-cream. Very sexayye, I can assure you. What can I say? As long as I have my cherry garcia, I am one orgasmic camper. Pardon the explicit innuendoes, good ice-cream does that to you.
























This is how theboy recoiled in fear when I detailed my plans to pulvarize and decapitate him if I put on any weight in his culinary rampage:


























So anyway it's not like he ever takes my threats seriously, so we had dinner at Sofra's after that and burst our guts with a Pide (kinda like a Turkish pizza) and Baklava for dessert. I also had an additional slice of orange cranberry butter cake at Cedele Depot later on. ohkillmenow!

And today we went to Chinatown with Phil, Christa and Lukas. I planned the touristy things like visiting the Singapore Heritage Centre and walking around Pagoda Street and Temple Street for them to look for gifts to bring back home to Switzerland. And theboy, being the glut that he is (for which I pay the price, since my metabolism is high but nowhere near his superhuman one), fearlessly trailed the streets for food. We had sucky siew mai, har gao and char siew pao for our cheap dimsum appetizer. It was so bad I stopped at one har gao. We had carrot cake, O'luak and satay to share. And after dinner, we devoured Portugese egg tarts and muah chee.

I think Christa was horrified at how much we ate. Poor girl, I didn't want to traumatize her by revealing this is the normal amount of food I consume everytime I'm out with theboy.

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I guess I've met the person for whom I would rather choose FAT over FIGHT. Anytime.


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