Had a pretty awesome day today.
I went for breakfast at Percolate (again), and I ordered their Ham & Cheese sandwich croissant again, to test if I get gassy with bread. And of course, their wonderful white coffee. It’s not exactly cheap to actually dine at Percolate, but I’m really happy with their service, the atmosphere there, as well as their food and beverages. Really hope they thrive with their little neighbourhood cafe, and I think I should continue to help them when I can.
Then I went on my merry way to Vivocity, where I bought two tickets for Kingsman: The Secret Service. It’s something that Bear wanna watch, and after watching the trailer, I was very intrigued by it too. It seemed like an action comedy, which it actually was. Both of us enjoyed the movie immensely. While we were watching the movie, I was hugging his arm all the while because I was feeling really cold in the cinema. And him, being as thoughtful and considerate as ever, covered my exposed arm with a towel (he was intending to head to gym later at a friend’s place) he brought along in his gym bag, to make sure I could stay warm. That was really very sweet of him. He’s really an awesome buddy, friend, boyfriend, real-life bear plushie (that hugs back), body warmer, gym coach, makan kaki… I could just hold on to his hand or buibui arm forever, if he lets me.
After the movie, I was getting a little hungry as my stomach started to churn, so instead of going straight to his friend’s place, we went for my late lunch at The King Louis Grill & Bar. I ordered the Moroccan Boneless Chicken Leg, and Bear helped me finished up the roasted potatoes that came with it because I could not touch any carb or starchy food for the rest of the day (I’m testing whether if bread would cause gas in me, remember?). I felt so bad because he should be staying off carbs for his diet too. Although he tried to make me feel better by saying potatoes are “clean” food (aka not processed) and that he needs to meet his daily calories intake as well, I still felt pretty bad that he had to screw up his diet just because I can’t eat those (and he hates to waste food). =(
After our uber late lunch, we then walked over to Carribean @ Keppel Bay, where AOD lives and where he’s hosting the Icy BBQ. I didn’t get to go up to his place to take a look at the view he has though. But that’s all right. I’m just happy to be with Bear, happy that he took me along for all these events, even though sometimes I felt kinda out of place because I just don’t fit in. I don’t talk to the girls (I seriously have no topics to talk about with them), I don’t talk to the rest of the guys (but I do laugh at their jokes – they are a humorous bunch!), and Bear had to stick by me most of the time so that I don’t feel too alone. I felt bad that he had to be “separated” from the guys because I’m there. But at the same time I’m happy that he’s making an effort to be there next to me. Sigh, it’s just such a dilemma…
It’s like, I’m so glad to be with him, I’m happy when I’m with him, but yet I feel bad because I feel that I’m not the right person for him. He has to consider so many things when it comes to me, and it’s like, he needs to think about what he wants to say before he says anything so that I don’t get upset or angry. He has to restrain himself from smoking when the rest of the guys are just puffing away, just because he promised me that he won’t smoke in front of me. It just doesn’t feel right that one party in a relationship has to do that… and as time goes by, that’s just gonna build resentment. I know, because I went through it before. I talked to him about this, but he just brushed it aside and reassured me that he’s happy with me, despite me being a pain in the ass sometimes.
He always said I think too much (I think a lot of people said that to me, lol), and maybe I am… but it’s just… sigh, never mind. I’m just going around the bush anyway.
So yeah. We had a BBQ, with some of the guys cooking for everyone, and I just sat there and drank and ate whatever that Bear brought over for me. I also sipped a few variety of wine, lol. Like, seriously, this is the first time I’ve ever tasted so much wine. Had Icy Blue (super sweet), 3 or even 4 different varieties of Moscato, and Bailey’s (which is uber sweet too). Alright, Bailey’s isn’t wine, but yeah. There’s two bottles of Chivas on the table, 1/4 bottle of Cordon Blue (can’t remember exact spelling), one Martell, and… well I didn’t keep track of all the stuff they brought on the table lol. I bet they were enjoying them now! Haha.
Yeah I left earlier, because I need to get home before 11pm, before my mom reaches home. So Bear sent me to the bus stop, made sure I got up the bus safely, before returning to the BBQ. He told me to call him when I’m home (which I did), and I nagged him to not drink and smoke too much. I know he hardly meet up with these bros, so actually I don’t mind him smoke and drink with them if that’s how they catch up with each other and enjoying their times together. Just not too much…
And… what of the croissant? I got a little gassy at around 1+pm, and I’m pretty sure that’s not due to the bread because food takes about 6-8 hours to digest. I’m slightly gassy now, but I think that’s due to those wine that I sipped.
Hmm… maybe I need another similar experiment to confirm if bread is all right for me.
Aaaaaaand.. my legs are officially dead from standing around and walking around for hours without resting. LOL.