today after church we hopped onto 106 to holland village as the trumpeter was craving for some vietnamese noodles. after the steak, beef brisket, alright soup and beefballs we crossed the road to hagaan daaz as the trumpeter had a surprisingly rare desire for ice cream [ normally it's me, heh ]; we had an overdose of about seven scoops altogether [ tiramisu, fudge, bailey's, belgium choc, strawberry, macademia nut, can't remember my other flavour, and a million kilograms of thick gooey fudge. the orange slices were nice, at the bottom of my long glass - a kind of sour end to my dish, a little is nice ] still quite choc-filled; those choc bit things were nice to crunch. and we sat on the white sofas, i think that's a nice quiet place to linger on an uncrowded sunday early afternoon watching the people [ and cars ] go by. then we went to borders to look at travel books; huddled at the corner - we must always browse books and read menus together -the same one, love, that's alot of fun. decided that reading too many guidebooks that didn't up the excitment level of our destination was damaging to our enthusiasm so we quit it and lingered here and there. nope no rare special recording of chet baker there [ i'd like to think you are the only one in singapore that has it now, heh ] and we sat on the wooden bench in wheelock being couple-ly then lo and behold along came sharon and ying [ i'm sorry M.Y., i couldn't make sharon do the arm thing - try harder next time ]very nice meeting them, very nice. those sweet chicks. and you sent me off to the mrt and we did the lingering thing cos i couldn't bear to go till you sent me off with swift kiss and a tight hug and i wondered if you really did go across the road to view the tubular things after all. ha.

i forgot to collect my notes for theory last week, must remember tomorrow. do work do work do work and go running later in the sunday dusk then do work do work do work. this weekend has been too lazy but i had many hours with the trumpeter's arms around me so i'm saturated with bliss. [ the light orange printed shirt looked very nice and comfortable on you i must say, my dear trumpeter; how did we look today? you in orange i in maroon. light cotton and luxurious knit ]

oh my gosh! you are wonderful.