Morton's & Blading

i'm really tired. muscle aches yet feeling rejuvenated.
 

kept my part of the deal and met up with J for dinner, he changed his plans of having thai food at Boat Quay this afternoon whilst chatting with me and said he had booked someplace nice elsewhere... which is not for me to know until the very last min.

J brought me to Morton's. i was stunned. questioned him if he had read my blog - he denied (shrugging his shoulders). well, how coincidental.
 

yes the whole dinner process was once in a lifetime experience i'll hardly forget. one word says it all - awesome! i'm utterly grateful that he is willing to be sucha sweetie and make me feel like a princess over dinner.

intoxicating abundent satisfaction over the food served - my tastebuds was literally jovial and "high". imagine that kinda feeling?? unbelievable. the service was excellent - contuary to the norms i've been experiencing. the butler cum waiter spoke and reiterated the whole menu smoothly as if it was a rhyme, entertaining indeed. though i was seeing stars and question marks (?) most of the time - unable to decipher what he was chirping about under his accent.
 

the ambience spoke for itself - posh, classy, sophisticated. i feel almost guilty for him being so tremendously nice to bring me there for dinner (see previous entry). yes awfully guilty - why is he so darn nice to me... im juz a plain jane.

though i had a kickass time dining, the mood was spoilt when i informed him of plans after dinner where i was going blading. immediately his face changed. solemn and stern "well, hurry finish up, won't want you to be late for blading".

that was weird. he sounded like i was his girlfriend. yes he sounded pissed. i was extremely puzzled at that thereafter.

is going for an exercise routine after so long quite mistakenly wrong? perhaps he had other plans after dinner with me... but he specifically told me its dinner only beforehand.

his smses were full of sarcasm thereafter whilst i was on wheels.

"that's very good for u, make digestion easier... i will go jogging tomorrow... hope u enjoyed the dinner... sorry it took so long ya. next time, just tell me how much time we have and i'll bring u to a food court to speeed up things ya..."

"am i so boring that u have to make plans after that?"

erm... that sounds really like he was annoyed.... why was i in fault??

comprehending that... perhaps he wanted some company after dinner to chit chat, or maybe after dinner drinks?? maybe... though his tone of sarcasm put me off literally, smouldering the after-effects of contentment from an excellent meal...

i should be able to do what i want, when i want coz thats the freedom i desire and deserve... thats what implications singlehood is to me... until my B.F. nods his head in agreement to any future partners in my path.
 

i think any of the ones whom i should start having affections for in terms of status wise have to undergo a thorough examination and test by my B.F. - that's best friend for short.

im just not willing to listen to my own heart now and dwindle in more mistaken-identity crisis nor failed-dumped senerios.

point noted on that.

blading after a heavy meal felt good. crapping after a heavy meal with a fag in my hand felt even better.

ok so back to blading... the wind in my face, the strain on my thighs and butt - working them out... the sweat sliding down my forehead, chest and back, the adrenaline pumping into my head. SHIOK!!!

best friend brought his blades to accompany after awhile - his NEW BLADES.  

why am i not envious that it looks darn nice and stylish? but a good blade on an average blader speaks no good performance - obviously im much more skilled on wheels then him! HAHAHAHA

Then we took a rest - ok 3 times in the whole wheeling process coz he's a fatty who can't move well on 8 wheels (TOO HEAVY!).
 

look at the amount he sweats! horrid...

B.F said i was well behaved tonight - not as barbaric nor CHOR LOR... here comes my transformation into a lady i suppose.

then... best friend K.Oed! as in Knocked Out!
 

lousy.

so i took the liberty to perform a good advert documentation of how a good nose should look like: -for Xtreme makeover fans only-