I haven’t felt this cosy for a while.
Perhaps the recent heat spell has made it impossible to feel cosy, but the refreshing rain for these past two days is very much welcomed by me.
With the low growls from the thunders and soft hisses from the rain, I was just home to be with my loved ones.
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Sunday
Was home for a good part of Sunday, until evening when I headed to town for a dinner appointment.
A friend had referred her friend to me, cos he had wanted to write a book and needed to meet a few people to base his research on.
My initial reaction was “WHAT?! Writing horror, that’s why you thought of me is it?!“
I was not told of the theory, cos it might tip the balance of my own opinion, and it was like a lengthy interview, which we didn’t manage to close.
Dinner was at Garibaldi, at Purvis Street. Yes, I love all things Italian, if you have yet to realise.
I didn’t expect such a nice restaurant is tucked away so brilliantly on this road.
The interior was pretty minimalistic, and was a little too rigid for my liking.
I really enjoyed when they served the bread that I had four servings of 2 pieces of bread with the balsamic vinegar and olive oil prior to the start of my dinner.
I don’t know what it was, but the bread was really heavenly.
I had ordered a carpaccio, which is pretty standard of the antipasti I always start my Italian meal with.
I would safely say it was one of the best I have ever tried, since they had used wagyu beef for the carpaccio, though I still miss the one I had at Bukit Timah some Mothers’ Day ago.
The serving was pretty generous, and honestly by the time I had finished my carpaccio and bread, I thought I was pretty full for my main, which was Canelloni -pasta stuffed with wagyu beef.
Maybe I was thinking something along the line of rivioli, but it turned out that it was nothing like rivioli.
I scoffed at the four tiny pieces of pasta, and overestimated myself. It was fabulous, and the taste was rich and the beef was tender, with the pasta cooked to the precision of how I like my pasta.
However, I didn’t expect it to be THAT filling that I ended up having to stop after finishing half of it.
Dessert was warm chocolate lava cake, which used to be so much of my favourite, until every place started to make it a staple on their menu, and the one I recently tried at 1929 after lunch with a friend of mine (*waves* and congrats once again *beams*) had surprisingly outshine all the others.
A pot of Earl Grey wasn’t drained to its very last drop before I had to bid a hasty goodbye.
The night ended at Iluma where I met up with the L4D2 gang for a short game of L4D2, just because a fix was much needed.
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It was an incredibly hot afternoon when I left the house for my driving.
I think my driving experience very much deserve a post on its own though the outcome of it is a picture of bleakness.
So, more on it next time!
As it was a pretty last minute lesson scheduled for me, I had a great reluctance to face the terrible weather.
Since I had a bit of grace after my lesson till my pole classes, I wandered around town to search for my macarons. I was sorely disappointed when I realise Canele is no longer in Raffles City.
I was ready to walk to my studio when I realised it was pouring out there, and suddenly the night seems so sparkly, with its reflections in the rain.
I spent the next 20 minutes looking for a decent brolly (Guardian, those you have are AWFUL!), quietly musing to myself what an auntie I had evolved to, before I stepped into the rain and spar with the rest of the colourful brollies out there.
It was a nice, calming walk.
Siren was having her lesson and oozing plenty of potential! Can’t wait till we could go practise together!
It was a packed Monday evening and though with so much buzz means we are more self conscious and having less time on the pole since everyone had to share, but somehow the casual banters and the gradual familiarity built over the months just made it such a comfortable, cosy night.
And we learnt one of the most painful moves to date, and now, I have a big patch of bruise the size of a tennis ball in my inner thigh.
It was so painful that instead of sliding gracefully, and safely onto the ground by the pole, I would rather just let go of the grip so I would just land on the ground on my head/back with a huge, loud thud.
And no one could bother (okay, at least ME) to look decently presentable and graceful on the pole.
It is still at its very ugly stage, simply because I tried it thrice and didn’t want to try it again.
First of all, ignore the 4 folds of flabs (oh gosh, even pigs only have 3 folds only!!).
So, as you can see, the only places we are using to hold on to the pole, are my right thigh, and right hip.
But something along the way went wrong, and my you-know-where sustained a bruise, on the right side of my pubic bone.
And to illustrate how painful it was.
Let’s take a look at this unglamourous picture:
And I remember vaguely looking like this when I was pushing Minibean out.
SO UGLY UNTIL LIKE GORILLA (in Minibean’s words).
Even my brows couldn’t defy gravity.
Someday, I will be graceful, and it will look like this:
Someday lah, maybe wait very long, but still, someday, you know?
Nonetheless, I had so much fun with Jiali in class that, I can’t wait for pole practise tomorrow night where the sadomasochist in me is going to enjoy more pain. Pain is good, it reminds us that we are alive.
Wanted to have dinner at Bakerzin at Millenia Walk, which by then I was too stoned, too tired and with too much trembles to even hold the chopsticks.
Woe is meeeeeeeeee when I realised they had closed, and settled for Vietnamese food instead.
I am not sure why but the pole-dancing lessons seem to have made me pile on a bit of weight.
But I am just glad with the gradual progress, however slow it is.
Can’t wait for next week when we will be at the 2nd anniversary party with plenty of hot, pole-dancing babes! And apparently world-class pole-dancer Suzie Q will be there too. Gasp. So hot.
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I am not sure if it was the pole-dance class and the fabulous work out that prompted a great night of rest.
Unfortunately it wasn’t that great a start of the day. I was spending time with Minibean when the tirade from mum started again.
It frustrated me so much that I didn’t want to say anything anymore, but yet when I was having lunch, I could not stop tearing.. I am not angry, but it is just plenty of disappointment and I was just very saddened by it all.
Somehow, God always has a way.
I craved for my sweets badly throughout the day, for some sort of comfort.
I hope she sees the effort everyone has been putting in, and when Dad came home in the evening, I suggested a trip to the heartland mall, and off we went in the drizzly weather!
Minibean had a great time in the mall and had refused to let go of my finger throughout the evening.
I paid for all the groceries and rushed to Bakerzin to get my sweets. FINALLY, my macarons! Not as fantastic as the one from Canele, but good enough for me to get my fix of sugar and comfort.
We lugged back loads of shopping, and Minibean was a happy camper to go “gai gai”, whereas Mummy is just happy to spend time with the family and have a cosy night out.
The car came out into a torrential downpour, and yet I felt so cosy as we made conversations back to home, with Minibean asking…
“Why is the thunder so noisy?“
I asked her, “And why are you so noisy?!“
Her reply?
“Cos I am like a dog! Woof! Woof! Very noisy!“
Yah, it doesn’t make sense, but all of us had became bitches cos of her. Tsk.
Rushed home, and we unpacked the shopping, rushed to close the windows, and it has been a long while since it feels cosy at home again.
I finished all the rice in the cooker and the dishes Mum cooked. SBB bought some western food for her and she had insisted I helped her with the chicken chop and fries. I had some chicken wings, a chocolate croissant, polished off the macarons as comfort food, and on top of that, a pack of carrot cake.
You tell me, how to not gain weight like that?!
You know, I actually am thinking of right now?
Orange juice with frosties.
Maybe, the vinegar and salted chips, as I am tucked safely in bed on a wet night like this, nursing my bruises and curled underneath the duvet with Love Actually.
Pretty pissed off with my site.
