Fast Approaching Grannydom.

This was my agenda for the weekend:

Saturday

Slept in, stayed home while my parents' went over to gramma's early. Breathed in and out, motionless, til my dad came to pick me up for the family gathering. The End.

Sunday

Slept in, stayed home til my sis got a call from my aunt inviting her to go to the Converse warehouse sale happening this weekend. Tagged along and got a pair (for those interested, it was a high cut, in cranberry). Got home, breathed in and out, motionless, til Barry called. Chatted for a bit; he expresses amazement that I did not venture out of my home except to buy brunch. Suggested I meet The Boyfriend* for supper - offered to come pick me up. I declined, choosing instead to slouch on the couch watching "Ong Bak".

Friday was my only saving grace: Supper and a midnight show at the behest of Barry, a passably entertaining "Legend of Zorro" - which suited me fine for a zombie-ish night.

Before that, however, I had dinner at a restaurant located at the Kallang Theatre. It was a rather ho-hum affair for me - definitely over-priced for what they had on the menu: a small selection of food to put in your steamboat, some leftover buffet dishes (eg. stale cereal prawn, normally my favourite; self-serve popiah I made a mess of; this exotically-named dish below), a few soups, some starters none of us dared touch, a few clusters of fruit and some ice-cream. There were some rather palatable dishes, nevertheless: salmon sashimi, fresh oysters - though of course I steered clear of those - and aromatic, if a lil garlic-drenched, escargot (these don't grow in the sea so they aren't a problem for me).

To be fair, however, I guess the food would've been of a better quality had we not gotten lost - within an hour of our arriving, give or take 20 minutes, we were to get our last helping from the buffet table, for they were going to close it soon.

*currently indisposed, mugging for the exams.