Wake up, prepare a nice outfit, drive me and fellow grieving widow out to brunch at place #1. Take fucking fantastic photos and finish food hastily and change outfit for place #2.
Reach and order sassy tea instead of food because we need to watch our weight now that we are widows. Talk lovingly about our dead husbands and life and all that it throws at us. Repeat routine.
Yep that's the life right there.
Potato Head Folk has some seriously overpriced burgers.The location isn't too bad, but they poured so much effort into the decor that I immediately thought they had to be compensating for something. Turned out that something isn't their burgers.
The fries were heavenly. Good to the last crunch and reasonably over-salted but hey, if I am gonna get fat, I'M GONNA MAKE IT WORTH MY SALT. Burger was fantastic, I got rid of the salad dressings but it still tasted well-rounded on its own.
Banana Tree was just further down so we went for dessert!
The place is gorgeous, I give you that much. The decor was pretty good and the service was speedy. But to be honest, the potted plants are all that they look like; a novelty.
It tasted good for the first three spoons, but after that it got very tiresome and boring. Me and suan instead decided to edit our photos to death and ignore the sad plant, which had now timbered.
And today I found out that my sportssg position is confirmed so FUCK YES, GUESS WHO IS GOING TO BE AT EVERY FRONT-LINE OF THE UPCOMING SEA GAMES!
Okay maybe not me since my job scope is still uncertain but GUESS WHO IS GOING TO SPRINT TO EVERY FRONT-LINE ANYWAY TO GAWK AT HOT ATHLETES? ME!
The dream is that a USA athlete's manager spots me and congratulates me on a fantastic job on whatever I am doing and then proceeds to offer me a visa to work for him over at the states. Long shot yes but a girl can dream. AND A GIRL CAN SPRINT. SIGN ME UP SIGN ME UP SIGN ME UP.
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