Fare thee well, weekend


The weekend came and flew by and I am so dreadfully exhausted.

Friday was spent watching The Devil Wears Prada on the big screen with the boyfriend. The movie was awesome! Meryl Streep was perfect as the boss from hell. All the little nuances of her facial expression, the gentle lilt of her not-so-gentle words and the slight narrowing of her eyes made for a piercingly convincing portrayal.

And the fashion, oh the fashion! The catwalk! The bags! As the outfits curated by Patricia Fields (yes, I am using the word “curated”), she who made Sarah Jessica Parker a style icon everywhere in Sex and the City, flashed by me on the screen, I shuddered and wished I had the great fortune of owning those gorgeous outfits. I would die a happy and beautiful woman. Alas!

But I do have something to complain about the movie and that is its sheer obsession with size. At the beginning, Andy Sachs was mocked for being a size 6 and eating carbs. And the end of the movie, she who is supposed to be feisty and different from the rest of the cookie cutter smiled and confided that she had dropped a size down to 4. What the hell is going on here? Is losing weight really that much of an achievement? But anyway, that is my grouse.

Saturday was jam-packed with events. Had lunch with Blushing Bridezilla and Slutty Shorts (take a guess who) at Olio Dome and was hideously late because I was so dreadfully exhausted. I then packed myself off to Dr Kajal’s 90-minute yoga class next and may I say, the man is amazing. 90 minutes flew by instantly and again, I felt positively happy and light, bouncing out of his class with messy hair and flushed cheeks.

It was off to dinner with the gang and we gorged ourselves silly at The Rice Table. Food was decent, service was great but I got sick of the food after a while. We then popped over to Indochine at Clarke Quay for drinks but were told to bugger off because some of us were in bermudas. Their loss is Brewerkz‘s gain as we piled over there for some beer.

And now, I am sitting in front of my computer trying desperately to write an article but failing because the topic is just not resonating in my brain. Blogging, blogging, blogging. I blog but I am no expert on the topic, ironically. Being dreadfully exhausted is not helping.

And one more hour till the death of the weekend. Tick tock tick tock.

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