This is the best way to describe the weekend that ended a fabulous, fabulous week.

I finally got some access to the internet, though still have no guts to dismantle my CPU, and it was a great, great Saturday out, and a quiet Sunday in which saw me repaying all those sleep debt and spending some time squabbling with Minibean.

I met up with some ex-colleagues at Vivocity on Friday, before making my way down for a very very late dinner with Edmund, which explains why I was so low on sugar that I actually wanted to lie down on the food court cos I was feeling way too giddy.

SBB and his boys picked me up from town, before we ended up at Balestier for supper with Caryn.

Saturday was one that saw me lazily dragged my ass out to meet the peeps for Acro Polates 2nd anniversary.

Highly charged, and plenty of touching moments, and seeing how everyone’s hard work paid off was… electrifying. It was great to be able to involve some non-pole dancing friends so they could have a better understanding of this sport!

Will dedicate an entry just for it!

The smiles the hugs, the grace.. the happiness, I can feel the sincerity and beauty of the event, very inspiring!

Feeling super high from the event, the even more exhilarating news was Manchester United had beaten Spurs by 3 – 1.

Who can forget the new map discovery that recharged the love for all things zombie.

Alas, everyone had a hectic day at work and we ended the night early, but I got to enjoy the ride home

When I got back, fridge was stuffed to the brim with durian. How can a day like this not be perfect?

Since there was nothing much to do on a Sunday with a reluctance to head anywhere, dinner was McDee’s 1/4 pounder and something tells me my appetite is getting a tad too big after I finished the upsized meal, corn cup and a box of cinnamon meltz, I was still feeling a tad hungry.

When I got on twitter and saw the trending topic amongst my network, I switched on the television and found the hideous carpet and IKEA children’s department star-lights on the ceilings too familiar and too  much of an eye sore. Nonetheless, tweetbitch went on and on and I am now having an insatiable urge to hug the bashful Mark Chao too. So cute. Hurhurhur.

I actually found this year’s better than last year’s cos last year they muted the speech, and it was horrid.

So some of the snippets from twitter post award ceremony and things we learnt:

1) Many started developing the lust to hug Mark Chao all thanks to Li Jing’s efforts to spice up the ceremony.

2) Quan Da Ma unintentional reference to Zhou Chongqing’s Bu Nan Bu Nu in front of Li Jing.

3) Many people don’t like Felicia Chin, just like how Minibean didn’t.

4) Most people had wished Ann Kok to win instead. So did I.

5) Constance Song’s win made some of us feel warm and fuzzy.

6) Zhou Chongqing is hot. (I got a crush on him some half my lifetime ago when I met him in Ngee Ann City and he smiled at me for 15 minutes when I was going up and down the escalator and we were heading same direction ahem)

7) Apparently a journalist had said 7 out of 10 of the top 10 male artistes are gay. I can only find 4 whom I know for sure. 2 are married, one is a manwhore who has small kkj cos I personally know 2 women who slept with him, one is a manslut and picked up chicks at clubs, so it makes 4 like totally quite confirm not gay right? Only 2 I not sure, but one is a childhood friend of my friend and he is apparently not. So… the other 5.. Hmm…

Chris Lee was trying too hard to look like Johnny Depp and failed pretty badly.

9) Watch the show to bitch. Or just to see the fashion sense of everyone. Get-out-of-bed hair is the in-trend apparently.

10) Personally I would just watch for Quan Yi Fong and Guo Liang lah. I don’t think Zhao Yao Dong deserved it more than Dasmond Koh.

Okay, shall end my post. Was thinking if I should go pick up some diapers and drop off Jay Chou concert tickets at Claris’.