belle du jour
Monday, September 25
wah piang
the madness started on -
wednesday @ zouk, which was great.
thursday @ mos, so so.
friday @ attica, definite eye opener.
saturday @ zouk, insane.
saturday started at 12:30 & ended 5ish. came scarily close to LIT night. have mysterious huge ass bruises on shoulder and knee. also swollen brow bridge i cannot explain. i do noe how i got home :) altho friends apparently have super embarassing story to tell but i dun wanna noe. hiakhiak.
oy.
then again. im only young once. :)
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went to watch Forbidden City on friday with mark. it was really good! :) during intermission mark & i were even singing along to one of the songs kit chan sang a few times. really catchy. i wanted to buy the cd but the bf said it probably wouldnt sound as good, so i didnt. personally, i think Forbidden City beat Westside Story hands down. Kit Chan's voice is how.power. seriously. i never realized it till then. she Hits the high notes without sounding 'airy' & weak. prrreeetty full on. oh & Hossan Leong was quite hilarious, twas a befitting role for him i must say.
watching the odd musical in singapore makes me wish i lived in NY & could dress up & go to the theatre any day cos there's always something good on, ala SATC. or even LA where i just found out my friend saw green day live. wo de tian ah. EVEN houston! mark's friend saw like nickleback, goo goo dolls & some other band in A WEEK. i mean, alicia keys, timberlake, 50cent & robbie wiliams made it to melbourne.
i need to get out.
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wednesday @ zouk, which was great.
thursday @ mos, so so.
friday @ attica, definite eye opener.
saturday @ zouk, insane.
saturday started at 12:30 & ended 5ish. came scarily close to LIT night. have mysterious huge ass bruises on shoulder and knee. also swollen brow bridge i cannot explain. i do noe how i got home :) altho friends apparently have super embarassing story to tell but i dun wanna noe. hiakhiak.
oy.
then again. im only young once. :)
_______________________
went to watch Forbidden City on friday with mark. it was really good! :) during intermission mark & i were even singing along to one of the songs kit chan sang a few times. really catchy. i wanted to buy the cd but the bf said it probably wouldnt sound as good, so i didnt. personally, i think Forbidden City beat Westside Story hands down. Kit Chan's voice is how.power. seriously. i never realized it till then. she Hits the high notes without sounding 'airy' & weak. prrreeetty full on. oh & Hossan Leong was quite hilarious, twas a befitting role for him i must say.
watching the odd musical in singapore makes me wish i lived in NY & could dress up & go to the theatre any day cos there's always something good on, ala SATC. or even LA where i just found out my friend saw green day live. wo de tian ah. EVEN houston! mark's friend saw like nickleback, goo goo dolls & some other band in A WEEK. i mean, alicia keys, timberlake, 50cent & robbie wiliams made it to melbourne.
i need to get out.
¶ 12:15 AM 1 Comments
Wednesday, September 20
pot of denim at the end of my rainbow
so wad if i have (at last count) 35 different pairs of jeans?? in every single different wash - dark blue. light blue. grey! faded dark till white. brown. faded grey. ripped. flare. straight. skinny. no pockets. 6 pockets!! almost-maternity-kindda-Baggy. pretending i'm still 12-kindda-Skinny. so wad if i've spent like (MARK: avert thine eyes) 10grand in total?! its a collection i will never be able to replicate in this lifetime. (possibly cos i wldnt be able to remm wad i had & didnt have.)
my jeans mark periods in my life. they are like pictures, snapshots, polaroids but in denim :)
maybe i wont buy a customized bed next. maybe it'll be 5 pairs of chloe jeans & a rock & republic for good measure. it'll mark a time in my life when i was extremely poor after a shopping trip. & it'll be something i might not be able to do for awhile. it'll be something i probably wont ever tell my darling daughter but i'll gush about with my precious gfs.
I.LOVE.MY.JEANS ¶ 1:27 PM 0 Comments
my jeans mark periods in my life. they are like pictures, snapshots, polaroids but in denim :)
maybe i wont buy a customized bed next. maybe it'll be 5 pairs of chloe jeans & a rock & republic for good measure. it'll mark a time in my life when i was extremely poor after a shopping trip. & it'll be something i might not be able to do for awhile. it'll be something i probably wont ever tell my darling daughter but i'll gush about with my precious gfs.
I.LOVE.MY.JEANS ¶ 1:27 PM 0 Comments
Saturday, September 16
8y ogn/.f[BKsng 2
the yuug moment:
a certain cuisine along arab street with Super overly spiced rice. seriously, one forkful and the, ermm, fragrance of ALL the spices fill ur tongue & nose. just a tad bit unexpected & overwhelming.
the "maybe i dun have a brain" moment:
parting with 4 drink coupons for 2 sad vodka cranberries, at phuture.
the "it's just the beginning" moment:
taking about 3 -ahem- sips to finish about a can's worth of heineken. it's really yummy! & smooth!
the "jialat jialat" moment:
standing around at winebar cos it was so packed. nonetheless "ain't nothing gonna break my stride, ain't nothing gonna slow me doowwnn" tah-ing 2 apricot brandys & half a bottle of e33 with cider (my virgin experience with e33! tasted like champagne but im not sure if it was just the cider. apparently it's quite potent too.)
the "first time at phuture huh" moment:
us deciding to take it slow, hence the "just 1 apple shooter each la huh". but when the tray full of shots approached us it was like "come to mama" & at the same time, "how did that happen??" a quick time check confirmed it was actually 11:57pm.
the "MTL" moment:
translated - mai tu liao. with 3 mins to go, we stocked up on quite (read: too much, surplus, in excess) sufficient alcohol for the rest of the night. a few more apple shooters, apricot brandies and beers later, we're happy ;) burping & decide to adjourn to zouk.
the "i confirm dunch have blain" moment:
nothing was happening at zouk so we trek back to phuture & head for the bar at the back - big mistake. it was easy catching the bar tender's eye and the drinks kept coming...including this mysterious shot of clear, foul smelling liquid with 3 coffee beans in it. (i tried convincing my friend it was but mini bubble tea pearls - sugar, to balance out the alcohol *snort* hyukhyukhyuk)..
the "will you still love me" moment:
mark texts to say he's coming over in abit & i say great! but after hitting send i follow up with something along the lines of "i dun feel so gooooodd..do u wanto go home instead??" i brace myself for protective & slightly cross "why you drink so much especially when im not around" talk..
the "why you so sweet to me i feel so terrible (literal & otherwise)" momentS:
that would beeeee.....rounds 2,3 & 4 of encounter with bowl.
there were many other "moments" but the clincher was me Jumping out of bed, taking 3 strides from left of bed, to front of bed, over the luggage to hit the light switch because i had a dream there was a Really hideous frog, with 2 extra long & extra large webbed feet, right next to my hand. & when i woke up, startled, i looked to my right and thought i saw a chameleon right beside my face. WAH LAU EH!!! but after i managed Olympics mention worthy stunt, standing there (only a little wobbly) i realized jumping out of bed wasn't sucha good idea...what with unusually heavy head sensations(?) & room swirling & having to grab door knob for balance.
time check - 7:25am & me dun feel so gooodd... ¶ 6:38 AM 0 Comments
a certain cuisine along arab street with Super overly spiced rice. seriously, one forkful and the, ermm, fragrance of ALL the spices fill ur tongue & nose. just a tad bit unexpected & overwhelming.
the "maybe i dun have a brain" moment:
parting with 4 drink coupons for 2 sad vodka cranberries, at phuture.
the "it's just the beginning" moment:
taking about 3 -ahem- sips to finish about a can's worth of heineken. it's really yummy! & smooth!
the "jialat jialat" moment:
standing around at winebar cos it was so packed. nonetheless "ain't nothing gonna break my stride, ain't nothing gonna slow me doowwnn" tah-ing 2 apricot brandys & half a bottle of e33 with cider (my virgin experience with e33! tasted like champagne but im not sure if it was just the cider. apparently it's quite potent too.)
the "first time at phuture huh" moment:
us deciding to take it slow, hence the "just 1 apple shooter each la huh". but when the tray full of shots approached us it was like "come to mama" & at the same time, "how did that happen??" a quick time check confirmed it was actually 11:57pm.
the "MTL" moment:
translated - mai tu liao. with 3 mins to go, we stocked up on quite (read: too much, surplus, in excess) sufficient alcohol for the rest of the night. a few more apple shooters, apricot brandies and beers later, we're happy ;) burping & decide to adjourn to zouk.
the "i confirm dunch have blain" moment:
nothing was happening at zouk so we trek back to phuture & head for the bar at the back - big mistake. it was easy catching the bar tender's eye and the drinks kept coming...including this mysterious shot of clear, foul smelling liquid with 3 coffee beans in it. (i tried convincing my friend it was but mini bubble tea pearls - sugar, to balance out the alcohol *snort* hyukhyukhyuk)..
the "will you still love me" moment:
mark texts to say he's coming over in abit & i say great! but after hitting send i follow up with something along the lines of "i dun feel so gooooodd..do u wanto go home instead??" i brace myself for protective & slightly cross "why you drink so much especially when im not around" talk..
the "why you so sweet to me i feel so terrible (literal & otherwise)" momentS:
- bf is totally cool about my alcohol rampage & is still chirpy when i suggest making little detour to grab mackers from drive thru becos even tho i would like chicken rice or prata, i jus couldn't sit there for that long.
- him asking for extra plastic bags, without me asking, in the very plausible event i would require them.
- him taking long route home & upon my very sincere inquiry he revealed, "because then we dun have to go down the winding road" which never occured to me, but would have been, upon hindsight, Disastrous.
- him walking me upstairs & waiting for me to finish round 1 of meeting the bowl even tho it was already 3am & he had a long day of soccer ahead.
- him telling me he loves all the same =)
that would beeeee.....rounds 2,3 & 4 of encounter with bowl.
there were many other "moments" but the clincher was me Jumping out of bed, taking 3 strides from left of bed, to front of bed, over the luggage to hit the light switch because i had a dream there was a Really hideous frog, with 2 extra long & extra large webbed feet, right next to my hand. & when i woke up, startled, i looked to my right and thought i saw a chameleon right beside my face. WAH LAU EH!!! but after i managed Olympics mention worthy stunt, standing there (only a little wobbly) i realized jumping out of bed wasn't sucha good idea...what with unusually heavy head sensations(?) & room swirling & having to grab door knob for balance.
time check - 7:25am & me dun feel so gooodd... ¶ 6:38 AM 0 Comments
Wednesday, September 6
today i love
my healthy granola brunch
perusing thru ikea catalogue with mommy
having time
space
planning tokyo trip
opening boxes to find very missed stationery
reading in bed all the day long
being able to cook dinner for family
that you remember the little things
that we talked for almost an hr
that i'll be able to catch oprah at 6pm ¶ 1:51 PM 0 Comments
perusing thru ikea catalogue with mommy
having time
space
planning tokyo trip
opening boxes to find very missed stationery
reading in bed all the day long
being able to cook dinner for family
that you remember the little things
that we talked for almost an hr
that i'll be able to catch oprah at 6pm ¶ 1:51 PM 0 Comments
