Probably the most happening thing was us trotting down to the convenience stall to get supper – without our bras (except for S, who claims she needs every support that she can get).
There was a lot of marveling of old stuffs we had done for each other though (with S shrieking sporadically each time T-Rex goes near her). And my unfaded neo-prints. And our old pictures. K demanding me to burn our secondary school prom picture. Debated why I looked like a mama-san with cockroach feelers for my JC prom, while I wailed that I won’t want to look like that for my wedding when K+S believed that I would.
After the “adventure” of trying to get our supper hunched-back, we had instant noodles and sparkling wine. And exchanged songs on our mobiles via Bluetooth, with our legs propped up. Again, reminiscing songs from “our era”. Gee, weird auntaaaaaaays...
And then there was a debate over who was a better host while we got ready to sleep. Sharing more secrets before dozing off... and trying hard not to fall off the bed throughout the night. And then, S woke up with a sty. Not that my house is a sty, but I meant a sty on the eye.
I wonder how many more stayovers we can have in this lifetime. Would we be like those housewives on that silly show “煮妇的假期”? Hahaha.
After the “adventure” of trying to get our supper hunched-back, we had instant noodles and sparkling wine. And exchanged songs on our mobiles via Bluetooth, with our legs propped up. Again, reminiscing songs from “our era”. Gee, weird auntaaaaaaays...
And then there was a debate over who was a better host while we got ready to sleep. Sharing more secrets before dozing off... and trying hard not to fall off the bed throughout the night. And then, S woke up with a sty. Not that my house is a sty, but I meant a sty on the eye.
I wonder how many more stayovers we can have in this lifetime. Would we be like those housewives on that silly show “煮妇的假期”? Hahaha.
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