Just the solution to an ever-merging string of weekends - a chronicle, so no one weekend is forgotten by the brain of Cheryl (that’s me, by the way), stuffed so full of knowlege, wisdom and processing power that mere logging of events has to forgivably take a back seat. Let’s just say I support the efficient use of technology and processor units-of-operation.

Since this is going to be a long entry I expect thine eyes to glaze across the following passage without taking any notice and in that knowlege I shall rest assured my narcissistic journal writing be mostly private.
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Pizza making with Yu yu!
Yu yu decides to make pizza after a hard week at work. Abstentees: Beth and Gareth. All the week’s stresses have been released into the dough and it has been kneaded to a silken pulp. Rise, o fair dollop, in the privacy of the boiler cupboard. Roll. We then offloaded the entire kitchen fridge onto these glorious dough dishes, and baked the hell out of them. My super thin pizza rises exponentially due to the overzealous addition of those cute little yeast granules by an overzealous pizza pusher.

Lord of the rings. I found the entire fellowship of the ring an epic (beautifully filmed) comedy, due to the fact that I’d watched this

before ever watching any cinematised Tolkien. Agad, a trilogy of Elijah’s Wood venturing into the buttcrack of doom to destroy the ring. Ouch.

Oriental City, Edgeware. Ian introduces me to Oriental city, a place I should have long visited. We join David and Brian for a feast at the food court, where I had Chai Dau Kway (Fried carrot cake with egg and Chai por) which was gorgeous but slightly salty. A thick Chendol (Coconut milk with starch noodles and palm sugar) to wash it down with. They say, your most sinful dish should be breakfast. So it was! I was one bean sprout away from regurgitating onto my new aquaintences.

Irish Andy and Anita’s birthday at a new cocktail bar by the name of Hidden Julep, at London Bridge. Present: Beth, Tom, Yu yu, Angela, Kevin, Rishi, Bivu and a heap of familiar names and faces from the GKT massive. I trigger happy with my XA1 that i “want to run a roll of film through before ebaying it off”. The outcome of triggering happy shall be shared with you as soon as I de-idiotise myself. More later. Idiocy of such magnitude deserves its own blog entry. The joint birthday party was great fun, especially so after four vodka martinis, when house music became less of an issue with my house-averse self. Twirl.

Before crashing out at Yu’s, finish off the gorgeous Beef rendang from the makcik at O-city. 101% mindblowing flavour!

Singapore short films, curated by Boo Jun Feng, at the Singapore High Commission. It was an interesting showcase of eight short films, and a great opportunity to contemplate the growing attention that Singaporean film is receiving from the rest of the world. I support! I especially liked Zo Gang by Jacen Tan and The Mole, by Victric Thng which everyone agreed was very Tim Burton.

After some chilling with Angela, Tom and Yu we decide to leave him to his new (gorgeous!) guitar and head our seperate ways. Tom to Warwick, Angela to East Dulwich, and myself to Gillingham. Rain.