Thursday, May 31, 2007
Fishball noodle dry please. Takeaway.
I ordered Fishball noodle dry, takeaway. What I gotten was a really dry one, as seen above. Only a pinch on sauces, less-than-normal serving og noodle, fishballs and dried tofu. It cost me $4.50 when I can normally get for $3!
That's courtesy of Food Republic. Supposedly airing a Victorian or Colonial which they can't decide, having almost the same food as other outlets at Vivo and Wisma. Ratings: 2.5 out of 5.
I ordered Fishball noodle dry, takeaway. What I gotten was a really dry one, as seen above. Only a pinch on sauces, less-than-normal serving og noodle, fishballs and dried tofu. It cost me $4.50 when I can normally get for $3!
That's courtesy of Food Republic. Supposedly airing a Victorian or Colonial which they can't decide, having almost the same food as other outlets at Vivo and Wisma. Ratings: 2.5 out of 5.
spoke at : 15:47
This used to be my PLAYgound
This used to be my PLAYgound.
I was at where the boys were last nite. As usual, there were alcohol involved. I met Brian. Said hi timothy. Exchange hugs. Friendly hello kisses. Nope. No new number. We then moved to Taboo to catch a glimpse of the trunk-clad guys parading. Two weeks before, they were selling shots with their tops off.
I really wish they would have better sound system as it really sucks. Back to PLAY after that.
Hangover day today...
I was at where the boys were last nite. As usual, there were alcohol involved. I met Brian. Said hi timothy. Exchange hugs. Friendly hello kisses. Nope. No new number. We then moved to Taboo to catch a glimpse of the trunk-clad guys parading. Two weeks before, they were selling shots with their tops off.
I really wish they would have better sound system as it really sucks. Back to PLAY after that.
Hangover day today...
spoke at : 15:33
Monday, May 28, 2007
I want to break free from your lies... (I need a break)
One month and the pool is still not ready. I miss swimming in the evenings after work and unwind. The pool is going through it's annual maintenance checks etc. In a few days time, I'm gonna claim my lane back! That's me and Jay on one fine Sunday afternoon. Thanks to Sharon, our photographer of the day.
And yes. How can I not jot this... Jay and Sharon was one of the top 5 contestant in the Nokia N95 Wireless Adventure held last weekend.
Two months after my deserving holiday in Paris and London, I think I need a weekend trip to Bintan. I need to feel the thrill of the speed surfacing in open sea. Cornering pass the buoys powered by a 100HP, maintaining the centrafugal balance is exhilarating and gives a temparary highs. Speeding over 100km/h over water, it is very safe. I can't wait for another shot of adrenalin.
One month and the pool is still not ready. I miss swimming in the evenings after work and unwind. The pool is going through it's annual maintenance checks etc. In a few days time, I'm gonna claim my lane back! That's me and Jay on one fine Sunday afternoon. Thanks to Sharon, our photographer of the day.
And yes. How can I not jot this... Jay and Sharon was one of the top 5 contestant in the Nokia N95 Wireless Adventure held last weekend.
Two months after my deserving holiday in Paris and London, I think I need a weekend trip to Bintan. I need to feel the thrill of the speed surfacing in open sea. Cornering pass the buoys powered by a 100HP, maintaining the centrafugal balance is exhilarating and gives a temparary highs. Speeding over 100km/h over water, it is very safe. I can't wait for another shot of adrenalin.
spoke at : 11:01
Super Sunday
Super Sunday.
Last Sunday I did something different. Normally it would be the usual cleaning, laundry and ironings. Somehow, I managed to squeeze all and went to meet Mr Li for dinner. We played pool and some games at Busk Cafe in which after we headed to LCK as well as the nearby jetty at PCG. It was a different scene, cool and away from the bustling city and concrete buildings. Once night fall, it started to pour heavily. As we are still the adventurous sort, I was game for a ride back in the rain. Though fun it may sound, I handed over my safety precautions to this trusty friend of mine. Which are on the handlebars all the time. I was shivering and took the pelting of the rain as therapeutic. I was drenched only for a quarter of the way to my place. Boy was I expecting to get soaking wet till I reached tanjong pagar. Just isolated showers that was all. There goes my Gucci wallet.
Last Sunday I did something different. Normally it would be the usual cleaning, laundry and ironings. Somehow, I managed to squeeze all and went to meet Mr Li for dinner. We played pool and some games at Busk Cafe in which after we headed to LCK as well as the nearby jetty at PCG. It was a different scene, cool and away from the bustling city and concrete buildings. Once night fall, it started to pour heavily. As we are still the adventurous sort, I was game for a ride back in the rain. Though fun it may sound, I handed over my safety precautions to this trusty friend of mine. Which are on the handlebars all the time. I was shivering and took the pelting of the rain as therapeutic. I was drenched only for a quarter of the way to my place. Boy was I expecting to get soaking wet till I reached tanjong pagar. Just isolated showers that was all. There goes my Gucci wallet.
spoke at : 09:55
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
Edith Piaf or Pink Martini? Celine is fine.
spoke at : 15:07
Monday, May 21, 2007
Last Christmas, I gave you my heart.
Just you and me
I finally found a comfortable time to write. During work hours in the office.
Gone were the days where I shed tears down my cheeks. Nope, not really. From the coziest niche in the living room, the serenity of my balcony to the warm waters of the pool where I pondered. I cried hard. I am very desperate to get over this period. What's next. Or who is next?
We got to know each other from Fridae in 2003. When we decided to date and meet, we got along very well that we hit it straight into couplehood. He was very loving and was the sweetest guy in my life. He grabbed and swept my heart completely. Whenever we met, I felt the warmth radiated through his hands when I held his with mine. The initial holding-hands we did in public was during a rollerblading outing. He was not a regular blader so I ‘guided’ him along the path at East Coast. I remembered this oncoming girl saw through our 'ploy' and smiled sheepishly at me. Everytime we drove, we held hands too as though if there’s no tomorrow.
Very soon, I was introduced to the Pua family. It was awkward for me and more too for them. I wasn't sure if I should explain my presence then. I always have my manners, was never rude and never wanted to offend nor upset anyone including the two beloved dogs which we grew very fond of. Then comes dinners and meals times together. One time, I got nervous when four of us had home cooked lunch. Just Mother, Father, him and me. I mishandled a porcelain spoon that dropped to the floor and broke to pieces. Thankfully Mummy and Daddy just encouraged me to grab a new one and to continue eating. It was a quiet lunch which leds to many wonderful and memorable ones.
Other times that I missed are the occasional gatherings such as Chinese New Year reunions, birthday parties, barbeques and simple visits to our favourite Big Aunt at Punggol. I had been fortunate as all members were very accepting without approaching the subject of our relationship.
We did many things together. We travelled, watched movies and had dinners with friends. We also had matching attires and accessories to express our close relationship. We had so much fun. At least I know I truly had.
I was very blessed to be able to blend in with all members of the families and different generations. I was even considered as the other son. Once, Aunt Shirley told me to call her Mummy instead, especially so when her friends came over for mahjong or tea. Tears of joy trickled upon hearing that from my 'mother-in-law'. How I wish I had embraced it right away then. Somehow, my lips just can’t get the word out right.
His recent sickness had me visiting him periodically to the local hospital. Being a loving partner, it wasn’t a chore getting his preferred lunches and dinners. Ironing our shirts and pants was a definite chore! I remembered I made a get-well card with a stick-man arms wide open in an embrace pose. I tried to cheer him every time possible. I pictured ourselves much older in age and there was me, taking care of him. I did not remember a sign of gratitude and I didn’t find it necessary then. It was my job.
Those were the times where I guessed he had time to think about his future.
Aunt Shirley had seen it coming. Being my optimistic self, I tried hard to reason every negativity away and took it as a phase that will pass by and through.
One evening, Aunt Shirley cooked a big pot of mouth-watering black pepper crabs. All of us ate at the dinner table. I went slightly teary then thinking of the almost perfect picture. “He got work to do Auntie.” is all I said.
Little that I know that my positivity was of my own and not ours. This ignorant contributed to the fall of our three and a half years of relationship. Difficult as it is for me to forget, I recalled fresh how Aunt Shirley asked worriedly after seeing me putting my clothings aside, “Hey, where are you going?” “You can stay here you know. If he tells you to move out, you tell me and I'll tell him off!”
It was a traumatising scenario for me to come into terms what I had imagined. Knowing that the end was near, it was like an ending chapter of a story. I had so much difficulty accepting but I know that it was happening. The only drive I had was my sanity and work. The only person I can talk to was Auntie Shirley. She tried her very best to help. It was terrible and I was helpless over things and feeling depressed. I can only cry to her evrytime I tried talk to her. He wasn’t there, most of the time. Even if he came back home, I was already asleep. I have my colleagues and friends to thank for being there and supported me morally. Also to my straight friends who constantly hear my rants, which normally goes into deaf ears.
For what I understood, after the 1st year, my love was being reverberated. How can I accept that when we continued doing things together after that. We were together for over 3 years. I guess he was just waiting and holding back till the right time. Every single word that had been said simply evaporated. His word on our future just crushed my heart slowly. Christmas and New Year's Day was spent in my secluded balcony in Tanjong Pagar.
For our supposedly 4th year anniversary last March, I had intended and planned to spend it together in Paris. Paris was one of the country we planned to go. I had always love Europe and would love him to see what I had seen and been. I really wanted to walk in matching suits and kiss at the top of Eiffel tower. I went alone instead. Paris is my 2nd favoured holiday destination now. I also made friends there and as well as in London.
I attended Freddie’s Civil Partnership ceremony in Marlow, UK. It was a heart moving event during the vow exchange ceremony. We would have been there in the front row dear. I tried hard to control my tears then.
Just you and me
I finally found a comfortable time to write. During work hours in the office.
Gone were the days where I shed tears down my cheeks. Nope, not really. From the coziest niche in the living room, the serenity of my balcony to the warm waters of the pool where I pondered. I cried hard. I am very desperate to get over this period. What's next. Or who is next?
We got to know each other from Fridae in 2003. When we decided to date and meet, we got along very well that we hit it straight into couplehood. He was very loving and was the sweetest guy in my life. He grabbed and swept my heart completely. Whenever we met, I felt the warmth radiated through his hands when I held his with mine. The initial holding-hands we did in public was during a rollerblading outing. He was not a regular blader so I ‘guided’ him along the path at East Coast. I remembered this oncoming girl saw through our 'ploy' and smiled sheepishly at me. Everytime we drove, we held hands too as though if there’s no tomorrow.
Very soon, I was introduced to the Pua family. It was awkward for me and more too for them. I wasn't sure if I should explain my presence then. I always have my manners, was never rude and never wanted to offend nor upset anyone including the two beloved dogs which we grew very fond of. Then comes dinners and meals times together. One time, I got nervous when four of us had home cooked lunch. Just Mother, Father, him and me. I mishandled a porcelain spoon that dropped to the floor and broke to pieces. Thankfully Mummy and Daddy just encouraged me to grab a new one and to continue eating. It was a quiet lunch which leds to many wonderful and memorable ones.
Other times that I missed are the occasional gatherings such as Chinese New Year reunions, birthday parties, barbeques and simple visits to our favourite Big Aunt at Punggol. I had been fortunate as all members were very accepting without approaching the subject of our relationship.
We did many things together. We travelled, watched movies and had dinners with friends. We also had matching attires and accessories to express our close relationship. We had so much fun. At least I know I truly had.
I was very blessed to be able to blend in with all members of the families and different generations. I was even considered as the other son. Once, Aunt Shirley told me to call her Mummy instead, especially so when her friends came over for mahjong or tea. Tears of joy trickled upon hearing that from my 'mother-in-law'. How I wish I had embraced it right away then. Somehow, my lips just can’t get the word out right.
His recent sickness had me visiting him periodically to the local hospital. Being a loving partner, it wasn’t a chore getting his preferred lunches and dinners. Ironing our shirts and pants was a definite chore! I remembered I made a get-well card with a stick-man arms wide open in an embrace pose. I tried to cheer him every time possible. I pictured ourselves much older in age and there was me, taking care of him. I did not remember a sign of gratitude and I didn’t find it necessary then. It was my job.
Those were the times where I guessed he had time to think about his future.
Aunt Shirley had seen it coming. Being my optimistic self, I tried hard to reason every negativity away and took it as a phase that will pass by and through.
One evening, Aunt Shirley cooked a big pot of mouth-watering black pepper crabs. All of us ate at the dinner table. I went slightly teary then thinking of the almost perfect picture. “He got work to do Auntie.” is all I said.
Little that I know that my positivity was of my own and not ours. This ignorant contributed to the fall of our three and a half years of relationship. Difficult as it is for me to forget, I recalled fresh how Aunt Shirley asked worriedly after seeing me putting my clothings aside, “Hey, where are you going?” “You can stay here you know. If he tells you to move out, you tell me and I'll tell him off!”
It was a traumatising scenario for me to come into terms what I had imagined. Knowing that the end was near, it was like an ending chapter of a story. I had so much difficulty accepting but I know that it was happening. The only drive I had was my sanity and work. The only person I can talk to was Auntie Shirley. She tried her very best to help. It was terrible and I was helpless over things and feeling depressed. I can only cry to her evrytime I tried talk to her. He wasn’t there, most of the time. Even if he came back home, I was already asleep. I have my colleagues and friends to thank for being there and supported me morally. Also to my straight friends who constantly hear my rants, which normally goes into deaf ears.
For what I understood, after the 1st year, my love was being reverberated. How can I accept that when we continued doing things together after that. We were together for over 3 years. I guess he was just waiting and holding back till the right time. Every single word that had been said simply evaporated. His word on our future just crushed my heart slowly. Christmas and New Year's Day was spent in my secluded balcony in Tanjong Pagar.
For our supposedly 4th year anniversary last March, I had intended and planned to spend it together in Paris. Paris was one of the country we planned to go. I had always love Europe and would love him to see what I had seen and been. I really wanted to walk in matching suits and kiss at the top of Eiffel tower. I went alone instead. Paris is my 2nd favoured holiday destination now. I also made friends there and as well as in London.
I attended Freddie’s Civil Partnership ceremony in Marlow, UK. It was a heart moving event during the vow exchange ceremony. We would have been there in the front row dear. I tried hard to control my tears then.
The word that I'd use to describe how I felt: Devastated as if something died along my heart, my hopes and future crushed.
Knowing that I missed all the things and the people I love. I am starting anew.
spoke at : 11:29
Monday, May 14, 2007
Your IC please.
Never would I thought that question would be ever asked in my life again.
I remembered when I was asked for ID check when I first went to Fire Disco. At Zouk, during my NS, I have to produce my temporary ID. It's written in paper format and a female friend claimed that it look like a Consent Form. Countless times when I was asked for it also when buying cigarettes then.
I overcame the fact that I have passed that 20s era and now belong to the 30s club. I wasn't asked anymore for the past two years?
Well last Saturday while entering Dragonfly at St James Powerhouse, the bouncer requested for my a check on my ID! I then shouted to my friends who were ahead, "Eh, he wants to check my IC, haha...! It was like a culture shock from the usual tanjong pagar crowd. I had fun though, for awhile."
Thank god my investment in good mositurisers pays off. Three cheers to L'occitane!
Never would I thought that question would be ever asked in my life again.
I remembered when I was asked for ID check when I first went to Fire Disco. At Zouk, during my NS, I have to produce my temporary ID. It's written in paper format and a female friend claimed that it look like a Consent Form. Countless times when I was asked for it also when buying cigarettes then.
I overcame the fact that I have passed that 20s era and now belong to the 30s club. I wasn't asked anymore for the past two years?
Well last Saturday while entering Dragonfly at St James Powerhouse, the bouncer requested for my a check on my ID! I then shouted to my friends who were ahead, "Eh, he wants to check my IC, haha...! It was like a culture shock from the usual tanjong pagar crowd. I had fun though, for awhile."
Thank god my investment in good mositurisers pays off. Three cheers to L'occitane!
spoke at : 13:54