31.1.08
Statement of the day.She is ready prey to any man who knows how to play adroitly either on her affectionate ardor or her quixotic enthusiasm.
23.1.08
The wild goose chase.The wild chye tau kway chase, to put more aptly. Which failed terribly because of a stupid blunder on my part. Stupid stupid STOOOOPID blunder. Will make it up to you guys definitely :)
It was still nice to see Jas, Vek and Trs once again though, probably for the last make that 2nd last time before we head back down under. Because I know we will not give up until we finally put that Seng Kee pancake style fried chye tau kway into our mouths before we all fly off. Rather, they will not let me off until I put that Seng Kee fried chye tao kway into their mouths before they fly off! Haha.
I think I've turned into a foodie. Exploring Singapore for good food and good eats. Not counting calories. Stuffing myself because I finally realise how much I've been missing out on. This is BAAAD.
More meetups to come. The week looks busy. Not to mention a special friend's birthday is tomorrow :) All those January babies!! But just as well. Before I fly off ;p I'd better make it a point to come home for dinners starting from this Sunday. To the Aussie bunch of peeps, have safe trips y'all! Ps. A haphazard recall of the past 2.5 weeks' happenings starting from after the HK trip bring to mind..
Ice3 with the ECG and Steff and Kerf.
Salsa.
A nice day hanging out with the bestie, meetup with the SAMers, Wii and the pleasant (k)night ride home.
Church and Chompchomp.
Queensway shopping centre with the mum to look for her shoes.
Dad's HoleInOne and the Sushi Tei celebration.
Finding the photoalbum, Queensway (again) and scrapbook completing.
Al Dente Trattoria, which I just found out stands for 'cooked perfectly' - enough to be firm yet not soft (as in pasta) (al dente) and 'unpretentious tavern' (trattoria).
Walking in the rain. Oh and slippery slippers and not finding a grip (refering to both my slippers and my hands ;p).
Heroes.
Dinner at Dickson Rd with Popo and the extended family.
Amoy street market fish soup and orh-nhee.
Meetup with Serene and Rebec the birthday girl!
Pretty angels from Vatican City.
Dad left for Shen Zhen.
Salsa.
Suppering the best beef kway teow in Geylang.
Durian cake, pristine white windbreaker and lightsticks.
Earring-making with the bestie, resulting in squinty eyes.
Night cycling, 'I-think-I-cans', sore butts, majong and the brother's silliest comments ever (now we all know it doesn't take alcohol to get him high, just lack of sleep will do)
Church and Maxwell market.
A good 50-lap swim.
Hong Kong Chun Kee Street fried fish beehoon, fish stir fry kway teow, oat prawns, and prawn sauce chicken.
My first free facial.
Dad's arrival backbackback from his trip, blessed with fine weather.
Shopping.
High tea with the brother and the greatest bonding time!
Mommy's curry chicken and claypot chicken rice, mmm.
Bus stop 67525 at the coldest outdoor spot in Singapore.
Shopping (I have to stop shopping!! And probably stop eating as well)
Okay that's a pretty neat list I've churned out just based on a day by day recollection. It's even in chronological order! Not that haphazard afterall ;p Maybe I can really still blog about Thailand and HK and the festive season when I get back to Australia ;p
15.1.08
So give me reason not to regret.I've suddenly gone poetic - or emo, as others put it. It must be the rain (I know that can't be true because I love the rain, but I still need something bigger than me to put the blame on, so there). Emotions are running amok in a fair embarkation.
Sometimes what you need to hear is not what you already know might happen, despite how probably it may be (and especially if your intuitions are always right, save the few rare ocassions). Sometimes all you need is a comforting word, a silent nod of sorts. Someone to hold your hand while you step out into the darkness, someone to tell you all will be well, someone to believe in that improbable alternate outcome. For few are the people who have that much faith and hope nowadays, even though that trait is endearing. Pessimism and cynicism seems to have taken hold of us all. Until we are forced to look inward for answers to stay true to ourselves. But then what difference is there in that from being alone in this world? I remember the words of a wise man all too clear. "But if you don't believe in yourself, who will?" But even this wise man would probably agree with me that it gets tiring, too tiring. We all don't want to fight alone. We all don't want to journey alone. We all don't want to live to regret. We all want some reason, no matter how small, to make it all worthwhile.
12.1.08
More GodTube.A superb twist to the Mac adverts!!
