Archive for September, 2009

I want to have your babies

September 14th, 2009 by admin

His name is Anthony.

I can’t take my eyes off him, and he has to sing one of those songs that can really bring my emotions to another level.

He is fucking cute.

He makes me shudder in absolute ecstasy when I watch him sing. It takes me allllllllllll the control I have to suppress the desire so my white lacey panties don’t get wet.

And oh, those eyes.

Oh my gosh. Those eyes. Puppy eyes alert!

Let. Me. Breathe.

My heart can’t stop fluttering lah! Oh dear, be still, my fragile, overhyped heart.

I wanna have your babies.

Many many!

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Words that make a difference

September 13th, 2009 by admin

It was a jam-packed weekend that plenty had seemed to happen, and much words were exchanged.

There were lots of catching up, lots of exchange of ideas, lots of interaction with various people, with some that I perhaps would find it hard to catch up with once the new work week starts. Bummer.

But some, particularly, have the magical powers of stringing my emotions a little more than others.

Some, simple and genuine, kept me beaming for a lil longer than usual.

Some, just the familiarity of voices and faces, and just because they are my favourite people, managed to boost up my days, just simply.

Of course, there are the ones that… maybe are things I would rather know, as much as they bear too much disappointment to hear.

Then again, it was something that I had anticipated, though it is still kinda shitty to have that kind of disappointment to be proven right.

I just don’t feel comfortable knowing how someone can just spiral further and further down.

When I don’t say anything, it is only because I still give a wee bit of face to you and don’t wanna confront you and rip your mask off, it doesn’t mean I am guilty of anything.

I know you can get a lil self-righteous at times and so I close a blind eye, knowing you just wanna say what you think make yourself look better, and of course, no matter what I say, what difference would it make, knowing you are still locked up in that narrow world of yours, and you will only see what you wanna see to, well, stroke that ego of yours, to the extend that you are almost delusional.

Cos, uh, maybe you just feel I am not worthy to be better than you. But I have never meant to want to compete with you in anything.

That’s why I left.

I got tired of being put down all the time. There are only so many times I can suck it in before my tummy get over bloated, or I roll them away with my eyes, before they would drop out of my sockets.

Because I can’t be bothered to sugar-coat anymore things like others are doing anymore. And you wouldn’t want to know the others are slowly doing the very same things too… just that, this may not be the right time to do.

At this time, of course there are more I can’t say, because it is not politically correct of me to do so.

And of course, you will launch into a tirade of self-defence that doesn’t really make sense, but you will declare yourself the winner (what’s with people who keep on thinking it is about winning? Like.. seriously?), because, like all other things, you expect that step back to be taken, just for, you.

Somehow, this time, the story is way too out of the boundaries, in my opinion, and I am affected.

The world really doesn’t revolve just around you, you know? And I know how you had successfully inched ahead, by stepping on people’s heads.

Maybe, you are really that spoilt, like they had set me down so many times to say you are, and I just brushed it off and mellowed it a lil.

Maybe, I am just not up to your standard of a friend, and not worthy in your eyes.

You see, what you had said was probably non-destructive, cos for people who can discern, they were the ones who told me to.. well, beware, and let me know what had been spoken.

Let me bet a dollar, that upon reading this, you will be asking me who I am talking about, not because you had been truly interested in my life, but because you enjoy the show you have been constantly watching, so you could narrate a juicier story, decorated with facts I never knew existed.

This time, I will not tell.

***

Yet, an email came in that brought much surprise, and was the reason why the weekend was somewhat perked up.

With every negativity, there is always something to neutralise it.

Some 12 or 13 years ago, when yours truly was still a jailbait, there was a chap I had met when I went for a naval open house.

I developed a huge crush on the then 23 year-old, tanned and rather small-sized guy.

He brought me drinking once, and I remembered he gentlemanly dropped me off by cab after we had a drink at Clarke Quay, which was followed by a chat by the river, which he jokingly placed his head on my shoulder, that made my heart go pom pom tiao.

Strawberry flavoured something with ice .. was it daiquiri? He had Corona with a piece of lemon on the mouth of the bottle.

I even remember I was wearing a pair of white shorts that evening.

I even remember I got a scolding from my dad, which was terribly rare. He even smacked my arm which I reacted defiantly towards with just a cold stare.

He used to joke how his chief RP got a shock upon realising he (chief RP) was twice my age, and that instantaneous loss of interest (I can almost imagine a loss of hard on, wahahaha).

And somehow we lost touch along the way, and I know he left for Sweden 10 years ago, when I had left for London.

I don’t know how we managed to exchange emails and we stayed in touch.

I changed many emails along the way, but despite one email every few years, we still hadn’t lost the contact point.

I received an email from him 2 days ago after a few years of lost contact.

“hope everythings fine.. looking thru my address book.. just wanna say hi to to all the very nice people whom i have met.. n you are definately one! Have a good day:)”

I smiled and smiled and giggled cos it brought back so much memories.

After a few emails exchanged, we realise how many things could change, but there are so many things that are fundamentally the same.

He is still with the navy (!!!!!).

He still remember the night he brought me out to drink.

And suddenly, he makes me feel young, and silly again.

It is like everything is just enough from a distance, veil by mist of ambiguity, that makes the nothingness from the past, brings more sweetness than many other memories in life.

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Ting’s VLL #2

September 13th, 2009 by admin

If your parents are rich (of course, that’s the foremost important factor to apply this rule in life), and you have many siblings, make sure you either be the one who squanders the most money, or the one who saves the most.

While chatting over the many tea sessions over this weekend, someone mentioned about the 2 sons who are polar opposites – one who couldn’t stop shopping, and the younger one who shook his head at his elder brother, often dissuading him from more senseless shopping.

“Are you sure you have no other shirts? Why do you have to buy new ones?” the younger one nagged when the elder brother tried on endless shirts, justifying his purchase for an upcoming presentation at the university.

The younger one then frowned as he lamented to his parents, “This korkor ah, why is he always spending so much?”

The father went on to shake his head, waving it off and in turn trying to sooth his more sensible son’s annoyance, “Ai yah… let him buy, let him buy…”

“…. Next time, your inheritance, bigger share.”

Of course, that depends how soon you want your gratification to be, laughs.

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Ting’s VLL #1

September 11th, 2009 by admin

I think from today onwards, I can start dispensing valuable life lessons to those who bother to read.

Before I go on with the tidbit of the day, can I just rant how freaking tired I am?!

I was pretty much feeling the fatigue setting in after sneezing non-stop in the office today, with colleagues asking if I was sick. Sneezing only, don’t scared!

Off to Comex I went, and it was so packed it wasn’t even funny. I was getting seriously crowd-sick.

Then I was looking out for the booth in the directory before heading in to the exhibition hall (like directory, can go straight, don’t need waste time you see!).

I saw the floor plan before and I knew which area it was, but somehow, I just couldn’t see it on the directory outside the hall at all!

I stood there.

And I stood there.

I still stood there.

Find, cannot find.

Relook, cannot see.

Wah, printing error is it?

A couple joined behind me and studied the directory.

Male: Oh, -insert company name- has a booth here as well!

Female: Oh yah, they are there -pointed to the directory-

I don’t have eyes at the back of my head, so I didn’t see where she pointed.

So there wasn’t a printing error, so I continued to trace each inch of both the directories, STILL CANNOT FIND.

Like, seriously?!

Then very steam already right? I refused to give up, so I stood there again very long.

I felt utterly defeated and just turned very quickly and stared at the couple behind me and they still hadn’t walked away. I flashed a sheepish smile, and asked pretty quickly, and may I add, shyly, “Where do you see -insert company name-??”

They gave me the most taken aback look, probably wondering how blind I really am behind the thick glasses, and pointed to me AT THE EXACT AREA I WAS STARING AT, and my company name was like flashing at me mockingly.

DUH.

I scooted off into the direction and went straight to the booth, giggling and blushing.

Then I got car-sick when caught in the jam to jaybeeeeee to fetch Minibean, since my overseas guests are here tomorrow, and it is their first trip to Singapore! I hope they don’t wipe Ion out clean!

***

Okay.

Valuable Life Lesson, numero uno.

DO NOT, I repeat, DO NOT, attempt to cut your own bangs at 1am in the morning, when you are absolutely to-the-bones exhausted and couldn’t even walk straight as you get home to your door.

A shower is not good enough to sober you up when you are this tired, I can assure you.

And it will be your biggest mistake when you do your courageous attempt when you decide to ignore your -650 degrees short-sightedness whilst doing so without your glasses.

The result? One side of your bangs will rest above your brows, and the other side will rest above your lashes.

But you wouldn’t even realise until you put on your glasses and then you could burst out laughing at yourself, with an uh-oh too loud for the night.

Trust me, it is nowhere near starting any fashion trend.

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For the extra pound

September 10th, 2009 by admin

Just last month, I made a list of emergency food, catered for days when the hormones steer me out of control.

You know how you have fussy taste buds when the evil hormones creep up on you? I know I have days like this when there are some food I MUST stuff into my mouth and feel the taste engulfing my tongue, giving me the much needed comfort.

Thankfully, it was nothing like during my pregnancy, when I had craved for Jalan Kayu’s Maggie Goreng (and yes, must be THAT particular store) and “fucked-up” eggs (you know, when a egg is fried untidily, with its edges lacing up?) with soy sauce, and there were specifics to be fulfilled.

At least the monthly cravings are generally easier to please, and could be any item out of the list I have compiled below.

It just can’t go wrong.

In the past month, due to work and entertainment and all things in between and beyond, I have stuffed myself silly in the hope of gaining some mass after getting tired of hearing how I am anorexic (no, I love my carbs, and I love my cheesy pastas and all things fried and oily) since the array of good food I was given the chance to get better acquainted with shouldn’t go to waste.

There are just some standard stuff that I will occasionally think of having… and good enough to bring comfort.

1. Picotin’s Foie Gras – I know how cruel it is and all, but I just can’t resist a good piece of skilly-cooked liver that could bring me to the edge of batteries-free orgasm. I literally moaned in delight when I get to eat really, really good foie gras, though a mediocre standard one is enough to stub the cravings out. Good alternative is the one at Bukit Timah, the restaurant round the corner from Alameen.

Last Sunday, when I was out having dinner with the-one-who-blamed-me-for-her-Chanel-bag (cos she said I triggered the bag hormones in her. I was willing to bear the responsibilities of taking care of her bag for her), we made our way to Picotin where the starters were really awesome, especially the foie gras I ordered.

2. Baked cheese escargot/bacon osyters – Picotin also serves delicious escargot, though sometimes I can get my fix at Hoo Ha’s. Breeze at Scarlet Hotel and Hoo Ha both have great baked oysters too. Hoo Ha’s oysters win with freshness, though Scarlet Hotel’s wins with.. bacons.

3. Bak Gwa – I love those with blackened trims, and the bacon barbecued pork are just worth piling the pounds for lah.

4. Cafe Cartel – Baked pasta/Spageddies – Baked penne. My love for baked penne and pasta stemmed from the years in London and this is the closest to what I used to have back then. Best part is it isn’t too pricey, though a pity that yesterday’s trip to Paragon’s Spageddies made me realise that I have to look elsewhere next time. Cafe Cartel’s pasta is a lil creamy and not too dry, and I often can polish every, single bit of the cream sauce off the plate.

5. Carbonara – I had wanted to nominate Angel’s share (at Dempsey) carbonara, but unfortunately the chef had left when I went recently, thus they no longer serve carbonara there. I am still trying to look for a place with decent carbonara, except the one I made, of course. Laughs.

6. Beef pepper lunch – Love it when I douse lotsa soy sauce and garlic sauce onto it and make it really tasty. Don’t ever takeaway though, it sucks.

7. Thai Express beef basil rice – The spiciness and all, with chewy bits of beef, love it man!

8. Aston’s steak – Simply cos it is economical and of sweet standard! Medium rare, please! And yes, I love steak.. especially thick, and utterly, decadently juicy. Hoo Ha has really juicy steak, and the usual haunt in the past is Hoggies which you could seldom go wrong. But Aston was surprisingly good, and shall try their Wagyu some day.

9. Thin-crust pepperoni pizza – I blame Rome for this obsession. Though now, I think Valentino and Picotin both have the most drool-worthy pizzas in Singapore.

10. Bakerzin Aglio Olio with bacon - It is spicy, oily and not bland. And with the bacon, it is purrrrfect. Why ah? The last time they forgot to add in the bacon, and still charged $3 for it! Grr….

11. Mee siam – This is a funny one. I don’t eat mee siam on non-hormonal days. It is not one of my favourite food, but something about the soupy, spicy, skinny mee siam appeals to me.

12. Chicken marcaroni – I don’t like soupy stuff, but I love this with red chilli and soy sauce, and I can polish an entire bowl off.

13. Carr’s with cheese and salami – Great snack to make at home. And works terribly well as comfort food to make me less grumpy and sulkish.

14. Old Chang Kee – I don’t usually stop by Old Chang Kee, but when hormones set in, you will see me tapping on the glass panel like playing photosearch like that. Yam cake. Original curry puff. Crab claws. Soft squids. Spring roll. Dumplings. And lots and lots of sambal chilli to go with them.

15. Chocolate – when I was younger, this was like THE essential. Maybe it is with age, that the craving subsided, but sometimes I know I need to stuff something chocolatey into my mouth. I like when it is between dark and milk chocolate, not too sweet, a lil bitter, yet not too so. Like Royce, which melts in my mouth, Godiva, or even the usual Kitkat and Rocher…. a big tub of nutella with a nice, big spoon work wonders too! Was having dinner at Canele last night, and they have absolutely sinful chocolate cake – Caribe.

16. Black pepper crab – The one at Upper Thomson, still holds fond memories. BBQ butter crab – Only found it at Newton… anywhere else, anyone?

17. Butter/Oatmeal crayfish – Nothing beats the one in JB.

18. Beef burger – Breko’s steak sandwich, or the one at Relish, or the one at Grand Park Hotel… and I love those with cheese, eggs, and crispy bacon.

19. Sambal stingray – Probably the only fish I really eat. I remember old Taman Jurong hawker used to have this stall that is really kick-ass but I have no idea where to find it anymore.

20. Sambal Kangkong – can eat like eating noodles like that. Something about the saltiness, the spiciness, the shrimps. You wanna try the one I cook (which I really think is yummy, haha), you better have a strong stomach to take the spice… and be warned of the stingy rims days after…

21. Mummy’s homecooked dark soy-sauce pork – Something about this I love. I can eat more than 2 bowls of rice whenever she cooks this dish.

22.  Scones - I love big, starchy, buttery scones. AMPLE LOVE! Fosters, Royal Copenhagen, or even the ones at Olio. I simply love pastries! Companied by a hot, comforting pot of Earl Grey and Camomile, snuggle up in bed with a novel on a rainy day… what else can one ask for?

23. Chips – I love potato chips. Someone left a pack on my table today and I didn’t even ask if someone had placed it there by mistake or not, and I finished it.

24. Peanut tangyuan for desserts!

25. Dim Sum! Especially those fried ones, with yam!

26. Delifrance – Mushroom, ham and cheese croissant, but nowadays seldom see it around. The standard used to be way better, say, 8 years ago.

27. Buah Keluak – I LOVEEEEEE THIS, SO DOES MINIBEAN! I remember first having it on 31st December 2007, at the restaurant at Novena, with Uncle Keith. Everytime I see this dish at family settings these days, I still remember the person who first introduced it to me. Despite it being slightly spicy, Minibean loves it. She is a courageous young lady. :)

28. Yoshinoya beef bowl with teriyaki chicken – I know it is not quality Japanese food, but there is just something about it that makes me crave it bad!

29. Sushi – despite not a big Japanese food fan, I love seaweed, rice roll, and dipping them into nasal-clearing wasabi mixed with soy sauce. Yum! Had california roll again at Standing Sushi Bar today so I can do that!

30. Mee sua with lean pork + sesame oil + a dash of rice wine - Had this during confinement and have been looking for a stall which sells kick ass one after the previous stall near my place moved.

31. Char Kuey Tiao… tell me, how to resist?

32. This is strange, at this moment, I just want bittergourd cooked in black-bean sauce.

33. Popeye’s biscuits! I can eat many many many at one go.

34. Indian curry. Crispy prata. The lil shop in Croydon still charms me.

35. Maggie Goreng, Pedas – If I had craved it badly during pregnancy, of course the hormones demand for it once in a while.

36. Asparagus with bacon – The tori-Q way is good enough!

37. Century egg porridge – Just for the century egg!

38. Jaffa cakes – Upon arrival in UK, my first purchase was to go into the grocery shop and grabbed a pack of McVities Jaffa cakes off the shelves. How I miss it!

39. Fried Tofu and claypot eggplant at Crystal Jade.

40. Takoyaki - those flour balls with ham and cheese in it, add some mayonnaise and onion skin, heavenly!

41. A good, thick, juicy sausage, big enough to fill the entire mouth as you sink your teeth into it. And I really do mean, sausage.

I am sure there are more, but off the top of my mind are the above… Will add more to the list when I can recall.

And I am hungry just thinking through each and every item mentioned.

So, what do you crave?

Edited: How could I forget Kenny Rogers?! The cheesy pasta, the garden pasta salad, and corn muffin!

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Two more hours

September 9th, 2009 by admin

I am not feeling positive about this, but what the heck.

At least I finished more than 1/2 of what I was supposed to.

My mind is clouded today and my vision is blurry.

Had lunch with 2 awesome chicks this afternoon, and since then, it got a lil dreary.

Then, there was this casual daydream session, which I joked will end up in the below scenario:

Scarlett Ting says:
can u imagineeeee
we wear big shades.. with chanel tweed jacket…on killer heels (christian louboutin, i might add) and sit front row, then take off sunglasses WU SEHLY
then realise is prada runway show.

But it is like, such things very possible will happen to me one right?

Anyway.

Did I say my mind is very clouded today?

What a wrong day to do so. Bleah.

Will write more tonight (like finally!).

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I have a plan

September 8th, 2009 by admin

If I can find a bit of spare time peeling myself away from constant fingering…… on the mouse, or finish the 600 questions I was tasked to do so by tomorrow, I will… perhaps need to give the furry armpit a bit of attention before I could finally blog something decent.

Oh. And the daily exercises.

I haven’t even dried my hair since showering just now!

I am just glad to meet someone who shares the same love for Horatio Caine and thinks that he is so sexxxxxaaaay!

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Love at FIRST sight

September 7th, 2009 by admin

After my endless lust for all things pretty, I seldom put words into action.

As far as my spontaneity brings me, my impulsiveness seldom brings me this far.

And after days and days and days of deliberation and all…. I’ve finally got a winner!

I am sorry that I faltered, and sinned.

BUT! I was egged on by an overseas sponsor and with constant tickling to my desires, I finally caved.

The purchase was made in mid-August, though it didn’t reach me till, say, a week ago until I collected it from Uncle Mark, and though I was initially hesitant about it since I didn’t know what to expect as I wasn’t the one scouting it, touching it, I certainly was convinced once I set my eyes, and touch on it for the very first time.

And here…. *drums roll*, the first encounter…

My first Bbag!

Stripping it for the first time…

Taking the first peek.

The moment I first set eyes on it.

With it sitting on my bed, teasing me.

Balenciaga First, in Pourpre. A First for my first Bbag! How apt :) Captured in dimmed lights.

Pourpre is a shade of dark red, a twist to the bright red I had looked for. But I was told this colour was pretty special, and shows ample personality and depth in different setting. It wasn’t as eye-catching when I saw it, as it was a low-profile kinda dark, but that’s what made it pretty mysterious. Despite being told what it was like, I still could not really envision a real representation of its colour.. cos there just isn’t quite any pictures to capture the real colour.

It has a blue hue to it, a bit of purple, a lil tan as well.

But that’s why in different settings, it is such a charmer, like there is always something new, something more to this colour than it seems.

I like it most in daylight setting, and see how the well-worn leather crawls on the bag, it is so soft and smells heavenly of leather. Very nice to hug!

With some lights filtering in, as it sat on my lap, it looks like tan shade of brown.

And how it looks like lit by street lights filtering in onto it in the night. I got a hairy belly, giggles.

And here, first day out in the sun as I headed out for lunch on a Sunday:

A luscious burst of colour in daylight. And then some orangey hue in a banquet setting:

First rainy day, with drizzle in the background:

And a first peek inside, as it was the only picture that I think manage to capture a bit of the blue hue I was talking about.

And a close up before we go on for more shameless cam-whoring pictures:

And the first pictures we shared, and this is the one that shows the closest how the colour really looks like:

Me looking damn miserable cos was cold sweating from the pain.

Okay, I can’t possibly think of captions for every picture right?

Byebye arms alert.

And how the First looks with casual (wanted to upload the one with face but then my camera isn’t hooking up to my desktop, and will just use the one I used for posting elsewhere):

This picture was not deliberately taken this way, but it just turned out like this, sompah!:

It is supposed to be a black and white, colour accented picture that should only show red hues, but failed terribly as my skin and the car behind also got red hues:

Such a colour of depth, and so much of an enigma, I was told that the colour is very uh, me, so that’s why it was highly recommended to me, instead of a bright, vivacious red, or a white giant city with gold hardware. Which is also indirectly saying that such a klutz like me shouldn’t ruin a good, pretty piece of white leather.

And despite the guilt from the impulse spending, I am definitely gonna be kept slim since I will be eating grass happy for a while. -Beams-

Keeping fingers crossed I shan’t succumb to such irrationality again soon. Someone said if I can keep my impulsiveness in check, he would buy me another Bbag in 3 years’ time, hor, Mr Leong?

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Standing Sushi

September 5th, 2009 by admin

Finally, some unadulterated rest for the weekend!

Despite being absolutely maxed out, I managed to keep myself awake till 4ish last night, listening to the rain out there, and just slowing my pace to a low as I busied with…. nothing that really matters!

And the prize for that is to wake up when it was almost evening at 5pm today.

Yipppppppeeeeeeee!

***

It seems there are countless things to catch up with this weekend, but I am just glad to have some me-time to finish some of them.

I need to find some time to touch the account I set up but then I guess some of the other more mindless things are taking priority (like, say, Bejeweled, cos I just managed to figure out what it really is), catching up on videos, and the reading I have put off.

Sheesh, I haven’t gotten the book I need to study, but I doubt I will get down to doing that since I am just too comfortable with this pace to disrupt it.

I am feeling an urge to go in search of another undiscovered haven later tonight, but the night is still young, so blogging shall prevail!

***

It was food galore all week long, and after the hives-induced session on late Thursday night for a birthday celebration, I was fearlessly taking on all sorts of seafood on Friday, not caring a hoot for the potential disfigurement.

I was craving for a break and the taste of wasabi, and decided to drag my ass out of office for lunch since it was the conclusion to a work week.

So off I went to… Standing Sushi Bar!

Standing Sushi Bar is the baby of Howard, officially opened just a couple of weeks back. Been wanting to head down to check the place out but just didn’t have the time to, and on this brilliant Friday, I decided to head out for some sushi!

I was trying to figure out why is there a basket of eggs… and then I realised those weren’t chicken eggs(I wasn’t technically wrong, actually).

I was hoping to avoid the peak hour lunch crowd, though I was certainly a little shy to be the only one around at that time, eating sushi alone (hey, what’s the matter? I do that all the time, just not.. uhm, standing!).

The boss was around, and after standing around to chat for a while, I realised I didn’t make any order! Woops.

Just like the day before I told the cab driver the wrong place to go!

I must be service-industry’s worst nightmare for a different reason, laughs.

The clean-cut feel to the eatery was absolutely pleasant.

Though I was having strong cravings, I was cautious since my episode of hives happened just 12 hours before. Perhaps I didn’t mention that I had some tummy upset that very morning too.

Still, I guess in my world, craving is king, and I caved.

I bravely took on California roll (with crabsticks), Scallop roll, and most importantly, I overcame my fear for fish with a Unagi sushi (I think I am progressing well with my recent episodes with fishes), topping the meal off with egg sushi.

This was how my fabulous lunch look like.

I particularly love the california rolls (look at the pretty pieces of avocado in them!), and the scallop rolls (generous slices of fresh, chewy scallops, which honestly, was impressive! Heavenly).

As I took on the Unagi, it was definitely fresh (or else I wouldn’t finish the entire piece of sushi) and of decent standard for a fish-o-phobic to down it. Though I would say, my first encounter with the Unagi is still very hindered by my fish-o-phobia, and it was more psychological than anything for me to hesitate to enjoy my Unagi sushi.

Unfortunately I missed out on the Teriyaki Chicken Don cos lunch business was so good that it was sold out by the time I was there.

Another plus point to the joint? Not only is it own by such a cutie (so cutee.. giggles. Me sooo shy!), the staffing was great. The ladies just have a knack for cheering up your day with their bubbly personalities and they are definitely eye-candies as well.

As I was having my lunch, I was twitting with @missyflorence and @winnilicious, and we ended up arranging for a lunch meeting at @standingsushi next Wednesday since we were all around the same area, and they would want to check out the place as well.

Yay! Sushi (and eye candy) next week! Nope, it wasn’t my intention to capture Howard’s ass. Honest!

Standing Sushi Bar is located on the basement level of OUB Centre, at Raffles Place MRT, #B1-02B. Yes, you do have to stand if you are having lunch, but you can make seating reservations for dinner, where there will be other dishes available on the menu. I shall have my dinner there one of these days after work :)

***

Saw right outside OUB centre right after lunch:

Who is? Really? ;)

But I really like how they rouse the curiosity….

***

It was in the evening when I rushed off from work to change, dress up and the works for a black-tie event in the evening. I was hesitating if I should go, until I was told how it will be a great networking session (telling me this was more of deterring me from going than helping, seriously) and yadda yadda yadda.

So finally arrived early at Meritius Mandarin for some serial introduction sessions, and trying not to trip over the train of my gown.

Ended up at the observation lounge with a great view of the city before the darkness snuck in.

The pot of tea was accompanied by wasabi chips! Must be a good day since I was craving for wasabi and I had my wishes fulfilled!

It was just great to sit there and chill to rest the feet and hide away from all the small talks (I ain’t too good with that, seriously).

It was getting dark and it was time to enter the ballroom for the event to start, and thus, I had to say goodbye to the nightview.

And it was pretty interesting as it was a formal event with a twist.

It was a western banquet with very much a fusion theme.

The starter with duck, lobster and salmon, and I courageously ignore the allergy and prayed I ain’t allergic to lobster.

Thank God, I wasn’t! Heh heh.

They served man tou next, with char siew bun (chicken char siew, that is). So cute!

And the gift pack on the table was one of so much creativity!

The giant cake for the 40 years-old.

The highlight of the evening was meeting a bunch of smart, strong and passionate women who are out there for a good cause.

Main course was then served!

Hainanese chicken rice from chatterbox! I already said it was different isn’t it?

I joked this is the seventh month getai, the ang moh style, singing worship songs with a band, in a hotel, instead of hokkien songs in HDB heartland.

Instead of sitting at the carpark with fans, it is inside a ballroom with air-con.

And long speeches replaced the raunchy dance acts and auctions.

Mango Pudding as desserts, which didn’t appeal to me since I ain’t that much of a pudding person. Give me rich cakes anytime!

And the really cute plate of goodies to go with the cup of tea to conclude the night! How pretty! :)

***

I got such a sweet message to tell me to look out for the moon cos it was incredibly awesome last night, but it ended so late that the skies were so clouded that the moon hid from me.  :(

***

The world is so small.

I bumped into Uncle Keith’s cousin at the event.

Sigh.

***

My reverse parking needs more practise before I hit a car some day. Heels and driving can’t go together as long as I can’t feel my toes in those CFM shoes.

***

At the dinner, we were sitting at the same table as some important person’s cousin.

So of course, we spoke of subjects I probably can’t discuss here.

Apparently, it was announced once, by a very important person in a family setting, that “I want to build a robotic society.”

And though it wasn’t put down in the pledge, I am sure we are pretty much there, or heading there already.

I never say who hor. Don’t quote me.

***

How did I end up still at the monitor since I woke up at 5pm, only breaking for an Aston’s beef burger for dinner?

Minibean is back in JB already, and I wish I had more time for her this week.

Night is still young. What else to utilize a long night like this? :)

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Supersonic

September 4th, 2009 by admin

Actually I just wanted to write something, and yet totally clueless of what to write.

I am tired after reaching home only at 2am, and the more amazing fact is that my spawn, the famed Minibean, has just reached home at 3.10am.

She has more of a social life than me.

If today is Wednesday, I would have thought she had made a trip to Mambo or something.

***

A lone figure sat on the concrete floor where I used to hide when I needed some quiet time. I had wanted to go to the little hideout for some fresh air when I saw the familiar face sitting there.

I don’t know who she is.

I only know her by face as she has distinctive features, hair colour, and perhaps the only person around who made me feel well-fitted in whenever I wore one of them miniskirts to work.

Her looks portray ample strength, one of which that is remote,  distant, and plenty of attitude.

Today, I saw her sitting there on the floor behind the pillar, with her legs crossed over her 4-inches black heels, clad in jeans. The dressing on her nose was hard to miss.

After she finished her cigarette, held with plenty of character in her straightened fingers, she fumbled for her pouch and dug out the pack again, and lit one up almost immediately. She took a glance at her phone, before her privacy was further intruded by the 2 security guards having a break.

During the time I observed her, I felt a great urge to go up to her and ask if she was alright.

I didn’t.

And I wish I did.

Whoever you are, I wish you well.

***

Headed for a meeting at Ubi today with my colleague, and we headed back to town by cab, looking for somewhere to sit down to check mails and all.

As the cab was cruising along, she first raised the alarm by saying that the cab shouldn’t be passing by Lornie.

I thought the driver was going another way, and continued the journey.

And then, something didn’t seem right.

We passed Eng Neo, and then I asked the uncle which way was he taking to head back to town.

“PIE, Miss, you going Jurong right?”

I was immediately red-faced and WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOPS damn loudly with my palm cupping my mouth.

I sheepishly apologised to my colleague and blamed it on the usual habit.

I just giggled and my colleague could only laugh in amusement.

We were at Clementi when we made an U-turn back to town and settled for Suntec City Coffee Bean.

***

The strangest thing happened today.

We were sitting at Coffee Bean when my phone suddenly died and reset itself.

I tried to reset it, fearing that it would be returning to factory settings like the way it did for 4 times in the past year.

It started up, and then the moment it reached the homescreen, it auto-shut itself.

I tried setting up again, it died again.

To the point that I switched it on, it automatically shut down, and then reset itself, and rebooted by itself.

I cursed to my colleague, saying my phone is so incredibly cranky that I fear I might have to get it repaired.

I showed her the “phenomenon” of my phone, and was slightly worried how it would be some motherboard problem and I have to send it in for servicing.

Just as I was complaining and gave up trying, her phone suddenly shut down by itself, and rebooted itself.

It hung the same way, before resetting itself again.

We have the same model of phone, and was under the same telco.

I started saying, “I don’t mean to gloat, but I think the problem is not with my phone, and I am somewhat relieved.”

But we couldn’t figure out what could be the potential problem that was making that error.

Can’t be Nokia’s fault right? I mean, unless they programmed the phone to go crazy at the same time, but unlikely.

We were wondering if our telco provider had their network hacked.

Alien invasion? Crippling the nation by messing the network?

The signals to our phones were mixed up?

But whatever it was, why did it interfere with our phone settings and made it keep shutting down and rebooting by itself?

I joked maybe if we walked further away from each other, it might work.

The moment we stood up and headed upstairs, our phones recovered at the same time.

Now I was wondering if we were near some sort of secret services offices, and our phone signals had ventured into the unknown, forbidden zones.

But that was really, really strange.

And we couldn’t find any logical reasons behind it.

***

Sat around with YF in the evening, and though I have so many friends in the financial industry, it is hard to find someone with as much integrity and passion like him. Coupled with his determination and perseverence, I believe his day will come.

***

I think I am overly-emo today when I get teary-eyed when I read on the news how a newborn was abandoned.

Then I saw her picture in the chinese tabloids and she looks so, so, so precious.

How can…..?

***

Supper was at Newton Circus and it was plenty of laughter and animated talks over seafood.

It is funny how the toughest situations could be used as laughing fodders over food, as if how they don’t really matter.

A drunk man was singing “I believe I can fly…”

And I candidly chirped in “I believe I can touch the sky“… though I think they were afraid I might end up in trouble agitating the drunkard, who proudly declared that he is an “angel”, which prompted me to ask “Where are his wings ah?” with widen-eyes.

And then, I am announcing this with a heavy heart that, not only am I allergic to alcohol, apparently seafood has fallen into the list of forbidden food.

WOE IS MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

I broke into hives though I have to say that I went easy on the seafood this time round, compared to my recent crab-eating spree.

Then the shallow breathing kicked in and my heart rate raced.. and then the itch.

HOW CAN LIKE THAT?!

Luckily, a sweet babe was around and she went back home to take her stash of antihistamine to help me tide the night over.

Really lah, sometimes small gestures like this, are all it takes to make me smile.

***

I inched home today and it was straight.

Giggles.

***

The evil people on my facebook had pipped my curiosity, after their statuses had constantly nagged or displayed about this facebook game.

I then logged in to try my hands at Bejeweled Blitz.

Nahbeh.

Why no one warned me one?

I am trying to finish this post so I can go start on it.

***

I almost forgot about the dinner tomorrow.

I am lazy to dress up :|

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