Girlfriends.
I can't help but notice that every booze session with the gossip queens entails them buying me drink after drink and a slew of incriminating pictures on Facebook the day after. This evening's session had me in splits, quite literally with K and M each holding a leg and giving my glutes one heck of a stretch on Morton's plush couch.
As much as the babes are bullies who like me wasted and silly for their entertainment, they get as many laughs out of me as I do from them, and there really is nothing like an evening of the gang's trademark crude humor to put an end to my self-imposed antisocial spell. And as much as their sole motivation in life seems to be getting me wasted and embarrassed, they are as protective as protective gets, as demonstrated by how quickly they summoned P up from the loo to intercept a tricky conversation.
Ma sistas got ma back. And it seems my legs too. Pics to follow.
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Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Thursday, August 06, 2009
Eccentric cosmic laws.
Eccentric cosmic laws.
March 2006
It's been over three years since our Bangkok grad trip and over six since we first met as strangers in a room full of hospitality management freshmen, but the boisterous laughter that the Fantastic Four produces remains unchanged through the years.
Losing touch upon graduation isn't uncommon, so it leaves me all warm and fuzzy inside seeing these familiar faces. Ties and bonds strengthen amongst those you least expect, while the one you thought would stick around turns out to be the master of vanishing acts. This week of several poly meet-ups has indeed served as a reminder of the eccentric cosmic laws governing our world.
Ain't that rad? :)
March 2006
It's been over three years since our Bangkok grad trip and over six since we first met as strangers in a room full of hospitality management freshmen, but the boisterous laughter that the Fantastic Four produces remains unchanged through the years.
Losing touch upon graduation isn't uncommon, so it leaves me all warm and fuzzy inside seeing these familiar faces. Ties and bonds strengthen amongst those you least expect, while the one you thought would stick around turns out to be the master of vanishing acts. This week of several poly meet-ups has indeed served as a reminder of the eccentric cosmic laws governing our world.
Ain't that rad? :)
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.
Friday, November 23, 2007
Bittersweet.
Bittersweet.
I think my Warehouse toga dress is officially the sabo dress. The last time I wore it to Marc's commissioning ball, we got sabo-ed to do some Malay dance on stage. This time around at Fagan's OCS social night, we were made to do a catwalk as one of the "best couples". But it's all in good fun, haha.
I actually enjoyed the dinner, for there were a series of live performances by the cadets, like an especially swoonworthy acoustic set playing my kind of songs. And Jingyi, the girl seated beside me, proved how true the whole six degrees of separation logic is. Two degrees for us, I'd say. We shared not one but at least ten friends from my secondary and university. How's that for coincidence!
Headed down thereafter for another of our impromptu reflective coffee dates, where we reminiscised about the past as usual, and adjusted to feeling grown up. Hard not too when you see your once boyish buddy in the driver's seat. It's bittersweet. :)
I think my Warehouse toga dress is officially the sabo dress. The last time I wore it to Marc's commissioning ball, we got sabo-ed to do some Malay dance on stage. This time around at Fagan's OCS social night, we were made to do a catwalk as one of the "best couples". But it's all in good fun, haha.
I actually enjoyed the dinner, for there were a series of live performances by the cadets, like an especially swoonworthy acoustic set playing my kind of songs. And Jingyi, the girl seated beside me, proved how true the whole six degrees of separation logic is. Two degrees for us, I'd say. We shared not one but at least ten friends from my secondary and university. How's that for coincidence!
Headed down thereafter for another of our impromptu reflective coffee dates, where we reminiscised about the past as usual, and adjusted to feeling grown up. Hard not too when you see your once boyish buddy in the driver's seat. It's bittersweet. :)
Friday, December 22, 2006
The hospitality and tourism business.
The hospitality and tourism business.
feeling: awed.
When did we grow up?
Over a msn catch-up with Mahathir, he mentioned "hopping on the IR bandwagon" as part of his future career plans. The integrated resort. It was the most talked about topic back in my final semester in TP. Lecturers encouraged us to go for it. We encouraged one another to go for it. We debated about it. We wrote papers on it.
The then-ambiguous IR plans are now tangible. While it doesn't surprise me that my fellow HTM mates are all working towards it, what surprises me is how so many of them are holding full-time jobs now.
Just ten months ago, we were rowdy jean-clad flipflop-wearing poly students. When did they grow up? And when will it be my turn?
I packed my Bangkok luggage in under an hour. I am bloody impressed with me. And my travel companion has decided to do up a conversion chart for our shopping. Lol.
feeling: awed.
When did we grow up?
Over a msn catch-up with Mahathir, he mentioned "hopping on the IR bandwagon" as part of his future career plans. The integrated resort. It was the most talked about topic back in my final semester in TP. Lecturers encouraged us to go for it. We encouraged one another to go for it. We debated about it. We wrote papers on it.
The then-ambiguous IR plans are now tangible. While it doesn't surprise me that my fellow HTM mates are all working towards it, what surprises me is how so many of them are holding full-time jobs now.
Just ten months ago, we were rowdy jean-clad flipflop-wearing poly students. When did they grow up? And when will it be my turn?
I packed my Bangkok luggage in under an hour. I am bloody impressed with me. And my travel companion has decided to do up a conversion chart for our shopping. Lol.
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