Asked the mother if she wanted to go to the Metro Sale with me. Within 15 minutes, she got ready and was raring to go. As always, we didn’t have a common shopping interest and she just complained and sulked at Metro (I don’t know why I had to ask her…I am very comfortable in shopping alone). Managed to get my Anna Sui compact refill and a pair of jeans all within my 15 minutes in there. Searched for the standard SJP’s Lovely perfume but argh..they didn’t have it.
I have found my scent. I don’t think I want to use anything else. Well, except for the elusive Victoria’s Secret Champagne & Strawberries spray. THAT is heavenly.
Well it was a disappointment because I was hoping to get the eau de parfum at Metro's. Anyway after that, the mother and I ended up at the supermarket and argh, I was quite miffed of course. I wanted to go shopping and there we were at the supermarket buying mangoes, taugeh and tofu! She thought of going back after that and I went “No way!” So we continued our walk to the dodgy Urban Warehouse and somehow I managed to come out with 2 pairs of cheap shoes – pink sandals and gold pom-pom pumps. Pom-pom pumps? They sound ridiculous all right. But you have to see them.
Went to Robinsons’ to continue searching for my Lovely…but again, I couldn’t find it. The mother tried to help with the search but she kept pointing me to check out the Dior counter.
It’s not a Dior product, lah! But thanks for helping.
Dropped by John Little Shopping Centre to get undergarments and soon, we hopped into a cab back home…all done within 3 hours. Man… That got to be the one of the fastest shopping sessions I’d done.
Anyway…
Nani dropped by my place later in the evening and we went to Thomson Road for prata and thosai. Chatted by the calming Lower Peirce reservoir after that and then back to her car for 1.5 hours. We were flanked by 2 fogged-up cars with copulating couples doing the deed inside.
Listened to old Abba songs and reminisced about past loves and had a lengthy and exciting (and enriching and disgusting at the same time) chat about bad sex.
Urgh.
I guess, it will get better with age, no? Hopefully? Haha, girlfriend..’pornstar’ is definitely NOT the word.
Shudder.
Thanks for painting all those terrible imageries in my head. Bad sex should be banished from this earth. It should be a crime. Offenders should be charged..or hung (no pun intended). Man…Bad sex sucks terribly.
Talking about sex (ah..don’t you like it?), last Saturday at the salon was kind of hilarious and desperately sad at the same time. It was my first time being “handled” by a male hair stylist and I felt “funny” (or was it frisky? Or horny? Go figure). When he shampooed my hair, it felt so so so so so so good. Sheesh!!
Orgasmic shampoo session says:
anyway..i was tingling all over when his legs touched mine..and when he shampooed my hair..can die
Orgasmic shampoo session says:
the best thing..he seems gay..
Lil Miss Freckles/信太 says : Kawaii ne! says:
HAHAAH!!!
Orgasmic shampoo session says:
kill me lauren..kill me
Lil Miss Freckles/信太 says : Kawaii ne! says:
u're so sensitive now..
Lil Miss Freckles/信太 says : Kawaii ne! says:
horny malay ger
Orgasmic shampoo session says:
tsk tsk tsk
Don’t think it’s about being horny. It’s about him being really really good. He’s an Ah Beng from Malaysia, by the way. How did I know? He spoke to me in Malay. Local Ah Bengs don’t speak Malay.
Oh, his name is Calvin.
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