Picnic.

What do you get when you put 2 heliophobes and a burning desire to go on a picnic?

Why an indoor picnic, of course.

Note: We take aging skin damage very seriously!*

* "Growing up is mandatory but growing old is optional"

As indigenous folks of the urban tropics and concrete jungle, you probably won't catch Diana and I enjoying the great outdoors a la Survivor unless

a. Singapore capsulizes herself in a UV-protected shield.
b. biomed scientists design replaceable skin graft (I'm thinking Gattaca), which we can patch on like a band-aid after an afternoon in the sun.

Arh yes, "indoor picnic" does sound like an oxymoron, doesn't it? But all it takes is a spoonful of enthusism and a cache's worth of imagination to make it work. Di and I were real excited about our 'picnic', it wasn't just something random or on the spur of the moment because we did PLAN to get food from the supermarket and STALK OUT the water fountain. You can tell reality bore little traces of a real picnic adventure... we didn't even have a picnic basket or proper cutlery, save for disposable bamboo chopticks!

So to cut the not-very-long story short: We bought our food from Jason's Marketplace, sat cross-legged (oh how unlady-like!) beside the water fountain, which posed as our "nature" prop... I guess what made this picnic-like was the absence of china, furniture and a tabletop.


No any pesky ducks or swans!



At the entrace of the supermarket, the both of us immediately zoomed into the Japanese food section. Since the bento boxes weren't ready yet, We grabbed a box of sashimi that had maguro, sake and mekajiki. I know this sounds weird but I have always wanted to do something as random as eating Japanese boxed meals in a non-restaurant setting, watching the world go by.



We then popped by the rotisserie and bought a honey-glazed chicken steak. Though it looked less than photogenic (bad shaky hands!), it was really quite good and Di and I made a mental note to get more chicken on our next picnic.. maybe we could grab a bradwurst.. or say we found the pork knuckle..



We could even make chicken sandwiches with the TWO FEET LONG baguette that we bought froMm Panaderie Bakery. I thought the baguette was as long as an arm of mine and we finished the entire train! I don't know how we did it- I vaguely remember a repetitive tear-and-chew movement... Crusty on the outside, fluffy on the inside, finishing the baguette was easy-peasy... I don't know if it's just me (erm, MAYBE IT'S JUST ME) but having bread this way is more fun than having already-sliced bread.


For something different, we opted for pate, instead of cheese or butter. Hmm, de foie pate vaguely registered any taste, Di and I just kept saying, "it's an acquired taste...". I guess deep down inside, we are really just "herbed butter folks".


The problem with two people is that we couldn't get anything that was packed in larger volumes. If there were the four of us, we could have bought a pack of smoked salmon or something. Having said that, the rotisserie serves this purpose well and we could always fo a Roast-theme picnic. Haha.. Or with cake and pudding from Gloria Jean's, we could always do 'high tea by the water fountain ' too..

We were talking about careers and l.i.f.e in general but I can imagine a couple of years from now, we would hopefully be in our Power Suits, sitting at the exact same spot picnic-king just for the fun of it.

What an experience.


Humans

Alas some rare shots orf humans.