i need to buy a butt cushion | Sunday, October 29, 2006
yes
i reallyyy need to buy a butt cushion
with straps.
went to east coast park to cycle yesterday
with me, stef n jean
the journey was super-longdeliciously, long
all of us nearly fell asleep,
in the end me and jean started sitting in totally chor loh positions like;
taking a seat each n leaning our backs on the windows while resting our legs on the other seats
in the end, we started to do alot of boh liao things like comment on car colours,
complaining about how pathetic we were on wanting to sleep so early in the day
and that if we owned cars, what colours would they be.
stef was just siting demurely at another seat listening to her damn music.
act mature = q
turns out that jean wanted 3 cars.
one pink, one green and one orange
crazy girl
then she was going on about having matching clothes shoes n phone covers
when i suggested that she should dye her hair a matching colour too
when we reached our destination ( finally!)
i discovered that stef's bladder problem was acting up again
at cp=1 time
at katong plaza=1 time
at east coast=1 time
at katong plaza opon returning=1 time
at tampines mall=1 time
total times she went; 5
me n jean only went once the whole trip
at east coast park;
the bicycle rental rate sucked, a whole lot
$16 for two hours + one hour free, it was so damn ex-pen-ssive
and the worst thing was, the bicycle had to scyn!
so when jean started paddling at first i couldn't get the tempo of it,
so the bloody back paddles kept spinning on their own and hiting my poor legs!
i went: woah. woah OUCH!!! oww, oww, owW~!!
and jean went: ahh, woah . . . AHHHH!!!~
so me n her just went woah-ing and ahh-ing for like dunno how long
and there was so MANY hairy ang mohs starring at us.
damn embarrasing.
but luckily the noise pollution went down after a while... heng sia
later on, i found out that the seats hurt,
and then me n jean started complaining like hell on how the seats were horrible n how our butts hurt like hell as well as a discussion on the bringing of butt cushions with straps on them for our next cycling trip, just in case.
n stef was just there cycling along shuang-ly on her single, comfy bike.
=(
and some how the discussion went to become a debate on which butt cushioning method would work the best.
i just thought that wearing thicker pants would help
but then jean got the idea of stuffing cotton wool in the seat of the pants
weird
then we went to the beach to rest our poor butts.
one word for it; SHIOK
we just doodled in the sand on stuff n jean was totally obsessed with calling herself MRS.FONG aka, wife of alex fong. -,-
then we went on top of the rocky thingie to rest and the wind was all blowing n stuff so it was actually very cooling.
kinda romantic.
then jean started adding to the mood by playing all types of love songs.
then i complained that i didn't have any so she sent me one by jakie chan n someone else
quite old, called endless love
it turns out i couldn't play it. shit
so the whole day turned out quite nicely and all our hair got turned into imitations of mr.porcupine by hair stylist; typhoon.
after stef went home, jean n i went to pick up some stuff at cold sotrage n value for the gathering.
it freakin made us feel like housewives
we were lugging bags of marshmellow,chocolate bars, ice-cream cones, a 8pack box of titbits, and a mini bottle of hershey egg shell fudge.
u better be grateful sexxay 6c's.
i should have listened to jean when she asked if we need a basket at the entrance.
desperate housewives;
desperate for a basket and looking like bona fide, 14-year-old housewives.
in the end jean went to get a basket while i went to look at sprinkles.
before going, she retorted back; but housewives do not have to buy enough junk food to feed 30 kids.
groceries bought, next stop... value
bought some plates, forks, spoons, pink n blue bowls, as well as 2 notebooks for signing.
conserve ppl, conserve.
cuz we might not have enough plates/forks/spoons/bowls to go round
pls sign the books for me n jean before leaving,
pens will be provided,
just don't take them home.
if you do;
big momma is going to come from hollywood n spank ur butts
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