Nothing would be more tiresome than eating and drinking if God had not made them a pleasure as well as a necessity. ~Voltaire
I don't believe in permanence, but if these eight weeks make up a slice, then just give me the whole damn cake! :)
Thursday, February 26, 2009
The language of food.
The language of food.
Nothing would be more tiresome than eating and drinking if God had not made them a pleasure as well as a necessity. ~Voltaire
I don't believe in permanence, but if these eight weeks make up a slice, then just give me the whole damn cake! :)
Nothing would be more tiresome than eating and drinking if God had not made them a pleasure as well as a necessity. ~Voltaire
I don't believe in permanence, but if these eight weeks make up a slice, then just give me the whole damn cake! :)
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Riverside weekend.
Riverside weekend.
I'm inspired to head off on a two-hour walk every Saturday morning, just because it is such a beautiful start to the weekend. We moseyed our way down to the river, and our route took us past an empty Shenton Way. The business district has a sleepy charm about it when devoid of office crowds, and I spotted some really interesting cafes which made me wish (just for a moment) that I worked in the thick of the action.
It was almost noon by the time we made it down to the river. The bars and eateries along Boat Quay are less off-putting when the service personnel are too occupied with setting up the tables and chairs to aggressively sell you their menus. It was nice to stroll and observe instead of hurrying through the stretch with my head down mumbling "no thanks".
Our walk took us around Robertson Quay, and I was surprised to see how crowded Epicurious was in comparison to its empty riverside neighbors. I'd read about the place being a popular brunch spot, but I never imagined it to be that in vogue. Worth checking out, me thinks. It's high time I ventured out of my Cedele habit.
Robertson Quay's laidback bars and cafes reminded me of a sunset walk I took with a friend many many years ago. The evening sunshine cast a rosy glow over the area, and we walked past several families barbequeing on the lawn of the riverside condominiums. A bumboat coasted by lazily, and the smell of petrol filled the air. "I wanna live here when I grow up," I remember telling him. The place lost its charm to me over the years, but yesterday's walk recaptured it. I've since grown up, and I think I would still like to live in one of the apartments facing the river.
pics from www.cakeglace.com
We decided to brave the Chinatown crowds to Pâtisserie Glacé at Craig Road. I've heard so much about the cakes that a visit was essential. The much raved-about Mont Blanc (middle) was disappointing, but the melt-in-the-mouth strawberry shortcake (if you seriously need me to point out which one this is...) more than made up for it. The first picture is La France, a pear tart with a crème brûlée custard which was tasty but not orgasmic. Perhaps Friday's pandan-kaya roll from Rich and Good Cake Shop set the week's benchmark a tad too high. That was orgasmic.
So we trekked back home with the cake boxes swinging in our hands, content despite our weary limbs. Right before the rain fell.
Sunday is usually my off-day and my time to take myself wherever I fancy after teaching piano, but as I already had my share of do-as-I-please time on Saturday (which apart from the walk included some much-needed vegging out and baking a swiss roll that fell apart), I made an exception to catch up with two of my favourite gossip queens over tea at Clarke Quay. (I know, I can't get enough of the river!)
Our ceaseless range of topics from mineral makeup to surprises and little blue boxes had us lingering over half-eaten sandwiches and waffles at Nectarine for a good three hours before heading off to Alegro for another three hours of churros and increasingly explicit topics.
All in all, an awesome weekend. :)
I'm inspired to head off on a two-hour walk every Saturday morning, just because it is such a beautiful start to the weekend. We moseyed our way down to the river, and our route took us past an empty Shenton Way. The business district has a sleepy charm about it when devoid of office crowds, and I spotted some really interesting cafes which made me wish (just for a moment) that I worked in the thick of the action.
It was almost noon by the time we made it down to the river. The bars and eateries along Boat Quay are less off-putting when the service personnel are too occupied with setting up the tables and chairs to aggressively sell you their menus. It was nice to stroll and observe instead of hurrying through the stretch with my head down mumbling "no thanks".
Our walk took us around Robertson Quay, and I was surprised to see how crowded Epicurious was in comparison to its empty riverside neighbors. I'd read about the place being a popular brunch spot, but I never imagined it to be that in vogue. Worth checking out, me thinks. It's high time I ventured out of my Cedele habit.
Robertson Quay's laidback bars and cafes reminded me of a sunset walk I took with a friend many many years ago. The evening sunshine cast a rosy glow over the area, and we walked past several families barbequeing on the lawn of the riverside condominiums. A bumboat coasted by lazily, and the smell of petrol filled the air. "I wanna live here when I grow up," I remember telling him. The place lost its charm to me over the years, but yesterday's walk recaptured it. I've since grown up, and I think I would still like to live in one of the apartments facing the river.
pics from www.cakeglace.com
We decided to brave the Chinatown crowds to Pâtisserie Glacé at Craig Road. I've heard so much about the cakes that a visit was essential. The much raved-about Mont Blanc (middle) was disappointing, but the melt-in-the-mouth strawberry shortcake (if you seriously need me to point out which one this is...) more than made up for it. The first picture is La France, a pear tart with a crème brûlée custard which was tasty but not orgasmic. Perhaps Friday's pandan-kaya roll from Rich and Good Cake Shop set the week's benchmark a tad too high. That was orgasmic.
So we trekked back home with the cake boxes swinging in our hands, content despite our weary limbs. Right before the rain fell.
Sunday is usually my off-day and my time to take myself wherever I fancy after teaching piano, but as I already had my share of do-as-I-please time on Saturday (which apart from the walk included some much-needed vegging out and baking a swiss roll that fell apart), I made an exception to catch up with two of my favourite gossip queens over tea at Clarke Quay. (I know, I can't get enough of the river!)
Our ceaseless range of topics from mineral makeup to surprises and little blue boxes had us lingering over half-eaten sandwiches and waffles at Nectarine for a good three hours before heading off to Alegro for another three hours of churros and increasingly explicit topics.
All in all, an awesome weekend. :)
Saturday, February 21, 2009
The days of our youth.
The days of our youth.
I was very fortunate to revisit the three happiest years of my teenage life: first at the alumni session back at TP, then at the HTMIG reunion dinner.
I maintain that the TP air smells different. A whiff brings with it a flood of memories: the late-night IG meetings, the Business School corridor, chilling out between classes at Jupiter Cafe... I can't believe it's been almost three years since we graduated!
Prior to attending a gathering, we often wonder how much people have changed.
It is a beautiful surprise to realize that while we have all grown, we are still fundamentally very much the same.
I was very fortunate to revisit the three happiest years of my teenage life: first at the alumni session back at TP, then at the HTMIG reunion dinner.
I maintain that the TP air smells different. A whiff brings with it a flood of memories: the late-night IG meetings, the Business School corridor, chilling out between classes at Jupiter Cafe... I can't believe it's been almost three years since we graduated!
Prior to attending a gathering, we often wonder how much people have changed.
It is a beautiful surprise to realize that while we have all grown, we are still fundamentally very much the same.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Cosmic relationship.
Cosmic relationship.
There we were on our mats, a cozy group of four, focusing on holding our postures in our asanas. The windows of the shophouse were shut, but could not entirely keep out the muffled strains of the horning traffic below. The late evening skies deepened to twilight, and once again, I felt my brains pressing against the top of my skull as I attempted a headstand.
Today was my first yoga lesson with a guru since my return from India. I have tried to keep up with my practice with Rodney Yee's videos, but a session on my yoga mat in front of the telly does not make me as conscious of my posture as a lesson with a proper teacher. Minor adjustments made the poses that much deeper, and difficult, to hold. It was an enlightening and even enjoyable session, but several times throughout the class, I found myself wishing that I was back at Whatever with the Wednesday class instead.
The wooden floors. The bronze Buddha in the middle of the room. The chanting soundtrack. Sunil's signature "Relax...." during our meditation sessions.
It's been over a year since I stopped the classes at Whatever, and Sunil left before I had a chance to continue my practice after returning from India.
I think the relationship between a student and her guru is a very personal thing, and I doubt it would be easy finding another guru whose demeanour and style of yoga puts me at ease like Sunil's does. Honestly, I'm not very motivated to try.
There we were on our mats, a cozy group of four, focusing on holding our postures in our asanas. The windows of the shophouse were shut, but could not entirely keep out the muffled strains of the horning traffic below. The late evening skies deepened to twilight, and once again, I felt my brains pressing against the top of my skull as I attempted a headstand.
Today was my first yoga lesson with a guru since my return from India. I have tried to keep up with my practice with Rodney Yee's videos, but a session on my yoga mat in front of the telly does not make me as conscious of my posture as a lesson with a proper teacher. Minor adjustments made the poses that much deeper, and difficult, to hold. It was an enlightening and even enjoyable session, but several times throughout the class, I found myself wishing that I was back at Whatever with the Wednesday class instead.
The wooden floors. The bronze Buddha in the middle of the room. The chanting soundtrack. Sunil's signature "Relax...." during our meditation sessions.
It's been over a year since I stopped the classes at Whatever, and Sunil left before I had a chance to continue my practice after returning from India.
I think the relationship between a student and her guru is a very personal thing, and I doubt it would be easy finding another guru whose demeanour and style of yoga puts me at ease like Sunil's does. Honestly, I'm not very motivated to try.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
There is a ship called friendship.
There is a ship called friendship.
Sometimes, your friends know you better than they let on.
Arriving to a movie late only to find out that they've bought your usual drink.
Or a simple revelation that they noticed your teeniest mood swing when you weren't aware of it yourself.
And it's nice. :)
Sometimes, your friends know you better than they let on.
Arriving to a movie late only to find out that they've bought your usual drink.
Or a simple revelation that they noticed your teeniest mood swing when you weren't aware of it yourself.
And it's nice. :)
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Happiness is...
Happiness is...
a Saturday dessert workshop
an evening beer
Chinatown on a Sunday
an uncrowded pool
shopping to retro tunes
an hour on my yoga mat
a good work day
returning to my roots
making and keeping a new friend
and catching up with old ones
Pimm's & Lemonade
macaroons
mahjong with friends and family
a hike for the body and soul
someone to peel my prawns
an unexpected rose
*pictures not from my collection are from inmagine and http://www.flickr.com/photos/fabritz/2886638379/
a Saturday dessert workshop
an evening beer
Chinatown on a Sunday
an uncrowded pool
shopping to retro tunes
an hour on my yoga mat
a good work day
returning to my roots
making and keeping a new friend
and catching up with old ones
Pimm's & Lemonade
macaroons
mahjong with friends and family
a hike for the body and soul
someone to peel my prawns
an unexpected rose
*pictures not from my collection are from inmagine and http://www.flickr.com/photos/fabritz/2886638379/
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Red velvet cake day.
Red velvet cake day.
I'm sure most of us have a particular item we always want to but never get around to ordering, because we're not sure it would be as good as our tried-and-tested favourite. I've always wanted to try a slice of red velvet cake, but the deep red sponge cake always seems a tad too bright, and I always end up convincing myself that a classic cheesecake or chocolate cake would save me from unwanted disappointment.
While grabbing a bite and a cuppa before What the Butler Saw this evening, I finally gave the Red Velvet Cake a shot.
picture from http://allrecipes.com/Cook/Photo.aspx?PhotoID=9198
Food for Thought felt like a warm cocoon from the bustling traffic outside, and like the tiny cafe, the cake was not outstanding but wholesomely tasty. The sponge cake was firm but not dry, and paired perfectly with the slightly tangy cream cheese frosting. I forked in mouthfuls between sips of iced tea latte, and that made for a light and decent (albeit unhealthy) dinner. This would definitely not be my last slice of Red Velvet Cake, that's for sure.
What the Butler Saw was a hoot! I'm not raving because I got media invites, but because it really had us splitting our sides with laughter. Ceci even exclaimed, in between gasps of air: "I want to die (from laughter)!" Shane Mardjuki (the hottie from Spellcast) was a bonus, but my favourite had to be Timothy Nga's Sergeant Ma. His horrid grammar and shocking vocabulary made a stellar performance. I think I enjoyed this more than Avenue Q. Really.
I'm sure most of us have a particular item we always want to but never get around to ordering, because we're not sure it would be as good as our tried-and-tested favourite. I've always wanted to try a slice of red velvet cake, but the deep red sponge cake always seems a tad too bright, and I always end up convincing myself that a classic cheesecake or chocolate cake would save me from unwanted disappointment.
While grabbing a bite and a cuppa before What the Butler Saw this evening, I finally gave the Red Velvet Cake a shot.
picture from http://allrecipes.com/Cook/Photo.aspx?PhotoID=9198
Food for Thought felt like a warm cocoon from the bustling traffic outside, and like the tiny cafe, the cake was not outstanding but wholesomely tasty. The sponge cake was firm but not dry, and paired perfectly with the slightly tangy cream cheese frosting. I forked in mouthfuls between sips of iced tea latte, and that made for a light and decent (albeit unhealthy) dinner. This would definitely not be my last slice of Red Velvet Cake, that's for sure.
What the Butler Saw was a hoot! I'm not raving because I got media invites, but because it really had us splitting our sides with laughter. Ceci even exclaimed, in between gasps of air: "I want to die (from laughter)!" Shane Mardjuki (the hottie from Spellcast) was a bonus, but my favourite had to be Timothy Nga's Sergeant Ma. His horrid grammar and shocking vocabulary made a stellar performance. I think I enjoyed this more than Avenue Q. Really.
Sunday, February 08, 2009
Weekends for the soul.
Weekends for the soul.
This weekend started on a good note. I caught up with Jinli, Chrystal and Waiyin over comfort nosh on Friday night, before heading over to Wai's for my mahjong initiation! Jinli claims it's her first time too, but she sure knows her way around the tiles better than I do!
Saturday's V'day dessert workshop at Whitebait & Kale. Bumped into Eileen there, which was a really nice surprise. She's a foodie. A real foodie. Really, really.
The creations: (clockwise from top left) Nutella Tart with Hazelnut Crust, Crème Fraiche & Raspberry; Orange Crepes with Rosemary Blood Orange and Chocolate Sauce; Millefeuille of Citrus Parfait & Crème Fraiche & Berries served with Candied Lemon Zest.
I really, really enjoyed the miellefeuille but I doubt I'll be trying it out any time soon, even though Chef Nabil made it seem really doable.
Popped over to Wala's for a pint with Erwin and HH after the workshop. There goes my two weeks of teetotalism! Oops?
And when I got back, my family rolled out the mahjong table for the first Khoo family mahjong game. My folks are chockful of stamina - my back was aching and my stomach was rumbling by the time we wrapped up at 2 a.m.
After my piano classes and my routine Sunday swim, I met CH for a roam around Chinatown before we headed down to get me my cross trainer. I figured investing in one would cost less than a half-year gym membership, and it would be a lot less of a hassle working out at home as well. I think S$399's a good investment for my health and my waistline, no? And just in case the guilt from all those tastings isn't enough to get me onto the machine, I've promised the sales uncle that I'll pop by around with a new silhouette! And no, I don't mean a rounder, larger one.
This weekend started on a good note. I caught up with Jinli, Chrystal and Waiyin over comfort nosh on Friday night, before heading over to Wai's for my mahjong initiation! Jinli claims it's her first time too, but she sure knows her way around the tiles better than I do!
Saturday's V'day dessert workshop at Whitebait & Kale. Bumped into Eileen there, which was a really nice surprise. She's a foodie. A real foodie. Really, really.
The creations: (clockwise from top left) Nutella Tart with Hazelnut Crust, Crème Fraiche & Raspberry; Orange Crepes with Rosemary Blood Orange and Chocolate Sauce; Millefeuille of Citrus Parfait & Crème Fraiche & Berries served with Candied Lemon Zest.
I really, really enjoyed the miellefeuille but I doubt I'll be trying it out any time soon, even though Chef Nabil made it seem really doable.
Popped over to Wala's for a pint with Erwin and HH after the workshop. There goes my two weeks of teetotalism! Oops?
And when I got back, my family rolled out the mahjong table for the first Khoo family mahjong game. My folks are chockful of stamina - my back was aching and my stomach was rumbling by the time we wrapped up at 2 a.m.
After my piano classes and my routine Sunday swim, I met CH for a roam around Chinatown before we headed down to get me my cross trainer. I figured investing in one would cost less than a half-year gym membership, and it would be a lot less of a hassle working out at home as well. I think S$399's a good investment for my health and my waistline, no? And just in case the guilt from all those tastings isn't enough to get me onto the machine, I've promised the sales uncle that I'll pop by around with a new silhouette! And no, I don't mean a rounder, larger one.
Saturday, February 07, 2009
Sunshine on the happy road.
Sunshine on the happy road.
When you go to sleep happy, and dream about feeling happy, you wake feeling like you haven't slept at all.
The sun was up and shining by the time I finally roused from sleep at 10, so I slapped on the sunblock, slipped my pony tail through a cap, plugged in my iPod, and set off for a walk up Mount Faber.
Easy mornings with myself are a rarity now that I'm working, so I thoroughly relished that one hour with myself. It was a good way to work out the kinks from sitting at a desk, and to expand some of the calories from the past two days of "working' lunches.
I took the "Memory" route on my descent, and the ominous feeling I experienced during my last walk was absent. Sun rays broke through the heavy canopy, and I didn't have the urge to look over my shoulder every couple of seconds. Perhaps it is time to rename the route "Bygones"?
Anyway, this is just a quick post-brunch entry before I shower and pop out to meet Ran for a V'day dessert-making class at Whitebait & Kale. But before that, we've got a date with HP the piercer. I think I've snagged my belly piercing one too many times, and it's starting to look very sore...
When you go to sleep happy, and dream about feeling happy, you wake feeling like you haven't slept at all.
The sun was up and shining by the time I finally roused from sleep at 10, so I slapped on the sunblock, slipped my pony tail through a cap, plugged in my iPod, and set off for a walk up Mount Faber.
Easy mornings with myself are a rarity now that I'm working, so I thoroughly relished that one hour with myself. It was a good way to work out the kinks from sitting at a desk, and to expand some of the calories from the past two days of "working' lunches.
I took the "Memory" route on my descent, and the ominous feeling I experienced during my last walk was absent. Sun rays broke through the heavy canopy, and I didn't have the urge to look over my shoulder every couple of seconds. Perhaps it is time to rename the route "Bygones"?
Anyway, this is just a quick post-brunch entry before I shower and pop out to meet Ran for a V'day dessert-making class at Whitebait & Kale. But before that, we've got a date with HP the piercer. I think I've snagged my belly piercing one too many times, and it's starting to look very sore...
Thursday, February 05, 2009
Surreality.
Surreality.
It's been a day of wonderful surprises. Invites to a play, a food tasting, and my own set of name cards has now gone to print. Don't wake me up, please.
My supervisor has suggested that I take up a gym membership in preparation of all the eating to be done. Ookay back to reality.
It's been a day of wonderful surprises. Invites to a play, a food tasting, and my own set of name cards has now gone to print. Don't wake me up, please.
My supervisor has suggested that I take up a gym membership in preparation of all the eating to be done. Ookay back to reality.
Wednesday, February 04, 2009
For one night only.
For one night only.
The dash across the road in the rain had my pant bottoms soaked, but all discomfort was forgotten when I settled down to watch Slumdog Milionaire. I tend to think award sweeping movies are heavy and seldom my cup of tea, but the self-claimed "feel-good movie of the year" did make me want to get up and join the actors in shaking to the Bollywood beats at the end.
It's been over nine months since my return from India, but familiar scenes and phrases from the movie transported me right back to the chaos of the jammed streets, the stifling heat of Mumbai, and the wintry cool of the Ahmedabad nights.
Watching Salim seal a bottle of tap water to pass it off as a new bottle of mineral water made me think of the time we had dinner with our dean who insisted that the bottle be opened at the table. Watching Jamal serving chai made me think of the classes we attended at MICA, and the boy from MiCafe who often brought the drink to the lecturers. Seeing the grown-up Salim reminded me of Rishit, and the night I hung out with the guys at Champa until the sun rose. And watching them dance at the end made me think of the MICA alumni party where I boogied the night away with people I barely knew. (On hindsight, I don't know where I got the guts!)
And in the darkened cinema, I wished for this one night to be back in the isolated MICA campus, drinking chai under the huge tree at Chotta or in the easy company and cigarette swirls of the guys in the Champa courtyard.
The dash across the road in the rain had my pant bottoms soaked, but all discomfort was forgotten when I settled down to watch Slumdog Milionaire. I tend to think award sweeping movies are heavy and seldom my cup of tea, but the self-claimed "feel-good movie of the year" did make me want to get up and join the actors in shaking to the Bollywood beats at the end.
It's been over nine months since my return from India, but familiar scenes and phrases from the movie transported me right back to the chaos of the jammed streets, the stifling heat of Mumbai, and the wintry cool of the Ahmedabad nights.
Watching Salim seal a bottle of tap water to pass it off as a new bottle of mineral water made me think of the time we had dinner with our dean who insisted that the bottle be opened at the table. Watching Jamal serving chai made me think of the classes we attended at MICA, and the boy from MiCafe who often brought the drink to the lecturers. Seeing the grown-up Salim reminded me of Rishit, and the night I hung out with the guys at Champa until the sun rose. And watching them dance at the end made me think of the MICA alumni party where I boogied the night away with people I barely knew. (On hindsight, I don't know where I got the guts!)
And in the darkened cinema, I wished for this one night to be back in the isolated MICA campus, drinking chai under the huge tree at Chotta or in the easy company and cigarette swirls of the guys in the Champa courtyard.
Tuesday, February 03, 2009
The pain that comes from wanting too much.
The pain that comes from wanting too much.
Ooof, nothing says Monday blues like the first day of the work week after an exceedingly long weekend of festivities. And perhaps subconsciously selecting a blue top, and realizing that two writers from the next desk came dressed in similar shades. I didn't have that much time to sit around feeling blue thankfully, and nothing quite beats the feeling of looking up at the clock and realizing that knock-off time's a mere 10 minutes away.
Something happened (nothing bad or drastic) post-lunch, and I think I put myself through a very terrible 30 minutes because I wanted something so much! It was there, within grasp, yet very much out of reach. Exclaiming like crazy to the babes over MSN helped, as did burying myself in work. At the end of the day, my sunset yoga session helped put things back into perspective so life's still great, haha.
And despite the inertia, I headed down to the airport with Shannon to send Flora and Lays off to Beijing! Glad I got around to giving them double hugs to last them for the next six months, heh. I love airports, but it is a tad weird going there without an overpacked suitcase. I can't believe it's been more than a year since we were the ones getting sent off to Ahmedabad/USA. It was a pretty zippy and rushed trip however, as I had to be back before midnight to pray to "tikong". Made it just in time, thanks to S's F1 driving skills.
I felt like Cinderella, especially in my raggedy shorts and sweater. And S is my mouse turned horseman, of course.
And now, to bed.
Ooof, nothing says Monday blues like the first day of the work week after an exceedingly long weekend of festivities. And perhaps subconsciously selecting a blue top, and realizing that two writers from the next desk came dressed in similar shades. I didn't have that much time to sit around feeling blue thankfully, and nothing quite beats the feeling of looking up at the clock and realizing that knock-off time's a mere 10 minutes away.
Something happened (nothing bad or drastic) post-lunch, and I think I put myself through a very terrible 30 minutes because I wanted something so much! It was there, within grasp, yet very much out of reach. Exclaiming like crazy to the babes over MSN helped, as did burying myself in work. At the end of the day, my sunset yoga session helped put things back into perspective so life's still great, haha.
And despite the inertia, I headed down to the airport with Shannon to send Flora and Lays off to Beijing! Glad I got around to giving them double hugs to last them for the next six months, heh. I love airports, but it is a tad weird going there without an overpacked suitcase. I can't believe it's been more than a year since we were the ones getting sent off to Ahmedabad/USA. It was a pretty zippy and rushed trip however, as I had to be back before midnight to pray to "tikong". Made it just in time, thanks to S's F1 driving skills.
I felt like Cinderella, especially in my raggedy shorts and sweater. And S is my mouse turned horseman, of course.
And now, to bed.
Sunday, February 01, 2009
Friendship and (in)sanity.
Friendship and (in)sanity.
It's been a pretty slow week at the office. The lazy atmosphere's probably because those who actually came to work were semi-comatose from way too much bak kwa and pineapple tarts. Marc dropped by on Friday, and we caught up over lunch at the army market food centre. Here's an excerpt from our post-lunch smsing.
Me: 3 more hours till knockoff. Stab me.
Marc: /stab
Me: /collapse
Marc: /celebrate
I thought that was kinda funny, haha.
The babes and I caught up with Flora over lunch today, and it turned out to be a farewell meal as well as she's off to Beijing on Monday. I'm pretty sure she'll be back and our internships would be over in a blink of an eye. Time flies indeed.
Then it was off for a chick flick fix with Ran.
picture from www.icelebz.com
I'd expected Bride Wars to be a brainless comedy, and though the storyline predictably offered no momentous afterthought or enlightenment, it was unpredictably real and touching. It made me wonder who would be the one girlfriend I had to have there beside me on my big day.
I used to have more guy friends then female ones, but that seems to be changing these days. I see my girlfriends a lot more often, and I've gotten closer to several whom I've unintentionally kept at arm's length. I have to admit that my mind was momentarily blank when the credits started rolling after a snapshot of the two best friends-turned enemies-turned best friends.
But of course there are the few who are always that bit closer to my heart, though I think I would be torn if I had to choose between Mich and Ceci. Mich's been there since forever and we've seen each other through our best and our worst. Ceci too has become so near and dear over recent years, and having endured my many fashion crises, would be the perfect voice of logic when I am torn between 99 wedding gowns. (Incidentally, both were there to talk me through my 35.5kg India predeparture luggage haha!) Maybe I can make them both bridesmaids together with Jane, Lanxi and Jinli (anything to see you wear a dress darling) and get Erwin to be my maid-of-honor hahaha!
I am sure getting ahead of myself. ;)
It's been a pretty slow week at the office. The lazy atmosphere's probably because those who actually came to work were semi-comatose from way too much bak kwa and pineapple tarts. Marc dropped by on Friday, and we caught up over lunch at the army market food centre. Here's an excerpt from our post-lunch smsing.
Me: 3 more hours till knockoff. Stab me.
Marc: /stab
Me: /collapse
Marc: /celebrate
I thought that was kinda funny, haha.
The babes and I caught up with Flora over lunch today, and it turned out to be a farewell meal as well as she's off to Beijing on Monday. I'm pretty sure she'll be back and our internships would be over in a blink of an eye. Time flies indeed.
Then it was off for a chick flick fix with Ran.
picture from www.icelebz.com
I'd expected Bride Wars to be a brainless comedy, and though the storyline predictably offered no momentous afterthought or enlightenment, it was unpredictably real and touching. It made me wonder who would be the one girlfriend I had to have there beside me on my big day.
I used to have more guy friends then female ones, but that seems to be changing these days. I see my girlfriends a lot more often, and I've gotten closer to several whom I've unintentionally kept at arm's length. I have to admit that my mind was momentarily blank when the credits started rolling after a snapshot of the two best friends-turned enemies-turned best friends.
But of course there are the few who are always that bit closer to my heart, though I think I would be torn if I had to choose between Mich and Ceci. Mich's been there since forever and we've seen each other through our best and our worst. Ceci too has become so near and dear over recent years, and having endured my many fashion crises, would be the perfect voice of logic when I am torn between 99 wedding gowns. (Incidentally, both were there to talk me through my 35.5kg India predeparture luggage haha!) Maybe I can make them both bridesmaids together with Jane, Lanxi and Jinli (anything to see you wear a dress darling) and get Erwin to be my maid-of-honor hahaha!
I am sure getting ahead of myself. ;)
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