Chef LuLu (Part 8)

September 28

Mera made me promise not to have lunch, because she was bringing over “The best seafood you’ve ever tasted in your entire life!”

I however was already used to her exaggerations, so I knew to keep my expectations low.

After I’d ignored Mera’s phone calls one too many times, she’d called up another one of her friends and made plans to go walking in Shaheed Park. After the walk, her friend had taken Mera to Lobster Shack for the first time.

Since Mera had enjoyed the food so much, she had to have it everyday, until she got sick of it (her MO). That’s why she was bringing it over to my place that day, and would go there by herself to have lunch there, every single day (unless we had plans), up until she could no longer stand it.

Mera called me up over the phone and asked me if I prefer Mixed Seafood (Mussels + Crab + Shrimp) or just all Shrimp? I told her I was fine with whatever, but after much prodding from her, said that I prefered Mixed Seafood (I eat everything).

To which she responded, she doesn’t eat Mussels or Crabs and prefers Shrimp. So, I told her she could get whatever, again. I didn’t see the issue…


She came over with a Tub of Mixed Seafood from Lobster Shack… in the size Small (shown in the video) meant to be shared between the both of us.

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Girl’s Not Grey

Sunglasses: Louis Vuitton Aviators (can you tell by now that these are my favorite? lol)
Earrings: Call It Spring Gunmetal Triangle Stud Earrings
Top: Zara Grey Muscle Tee
Jeans: H&M Dark Denim Blue Rugged Rinse Shaping Skinny Jeans
Bag: Milano Padlock Black Leather Cross-Body Micro Bag (purchased from Debenhams)
Shoes: Multi-Color Bandage Wrap Sandals (purchased from one of the open-air vendors in Thailand)

I was supposed to get my picture taken so I could renew my passport and get issued a new driver’s license (‘cuz I lost my old one and kinda’ needed a new one asap because I’d gotten into a fender-bender). I didn’t wear any makeup except for the Givenchy Lip Balm (haulage here) and no jewelry apart from a pair of delicate stud earrings. When the guy took my photo, I was like “Who is this monster?” (kidding! The flash on the camera – or maybe it was just his camera settings – washed me out and I’ve already got sallow skintone, to begin with, so I looked pretty sickly). I told him to trash the photo and that I’d just come back later. The “plan” was to put a little bit of makeup on, for next time, but somehow, I ended up with a “beat face” (I blame RuPaul’s Drag Race)!

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