A Friend From Before

I was sitting across Wei during lunch and somehow, I thought he resembled a friend from long ago.

Marco! Polo!

Wei has a knack for looking out for these sorta things and was quite quick to point it out.

"Polo Bear?"

And why in the world are there automobiles with the great big bear?

Aidan vs Aedan

Watching "The Gilmore Girls" always makes me crave for a burger -- it must be the healthy appetite of the Girls at Luke's.

So Relish we went to satiate my craving.

Wei started talking to a couple next to us with a pram as well. The mother came over to have a peek at Aidan who was (finally) feeling sleepy -- I guess the dim lighting in the diner worked.

So we chatted:
They have a 3-month old son;
She lives with her MIL who sounderd uncanningly similar to my MIL;
Both babies' fathers belong to the same alma mater;
(Get this) Their son's name is Aedan.

My jaw literally dropped when I heard that last bit.

We were so spooked that we arranged for brunch this Sunday.

:-D

Baby Aedan

Organic Almond Oil

A certain exchange today went as such:

GM: Jie, could I trouble you to get for me organic almond oil from Naturalist @ Esplanade?

Jie: Can…for your stretch marks?

GM:Pregnant women woes….for my perineum, the skin from my vagina to my backhole. The oil is said to soften the skin for baby delivery. Are you sorry you asked? Hahaha……

Jie: Ya, didn’t quite expect that. Sorry I asked…mental pix not that nice. Haha

GM: The mental picture will be lagi better if I don’t rub the oil and I ‘kena’ a tear from front to back. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Jie: Ewww. THANK YOU! Enough already. OK, that’s it…need to call it a day

GM: Bet you’re rushing to get me that oil now.

Knock-Knock

To my upstairs neighbour

Please stop your funky 0100hr activity of dragging your chair around and plonking weights or whatever heavy-duty stuff on the floor. It really doesn't help with your heavy footsteps which rattles my ceiling when you move around your room.

I know you're not an ape so you got no excuse.

Huh?

I went to visit my regular news vendor whom I hasn't seen for a while.

In the middle of my sentence, he interuppted, "Is something poking out?"

"Huh?"

"Is something poking out?" he repeated, with a toothy grin.

It took me a solid 5 seconds to think. Is my boob peeking out? OMG, my belly button is sticking out, isn't it?

"Oh, this?" I rubbed my bump.

I have never had someone asked me in that way before.

I guess there's always a first.