To make up for the lost days, here's what I've been up to!
Too bad I don't have more photos..
ThursdayGot an MC and spent it sleeping and lazing around at home.
FridayAfter work, I went for my company karaoke competition. It’s the reason why I took an MC on Thursday. So I could rest till I was well enough to sing – not win, but at least to sing.
I got up to be the first person to sing because I had to dash off to class right after. I knew I sure as hell couldn’t win. Not with a flu. Not with the song I chose. And not with that strong competition. Still, I did what I could.
Here is probably THE most unflattering photo of myself I'm ever going to put up here:
Can you tell I am trying to look "emotional" to match the song? HAHA! Lying is a problem, let alone acting.
During class, I got notice that our division came in first. Hooray! Guess I didn’t do too badly to pull down everyone’s score after all!
I was tired after class, but hungry. I didn’t really have a proper dinner.
I joined Dearie on a supper trip at the train station along Keppel Road. It really was like eating in Malaysia. Interesting.. hmm..
SaturdayMy parents left for Desaru, leaving me and my younger sister the house again. I spent an hour or so in NTUC buying some ingredients I needed for dinner.
Yes. I was actually going to cook dinner.
I had it all planned out nicely.
I started preparing the food at 5pm. By 5:45pm, it was all over. And Dearie left school a tad earlier so he could eat it while it was still hot.
What did I prepare? Ham and Mushroom Aglio Olio (Fussili). It’s my favourite style of pasta. I bought olive oil, chilli flakes, black pepper, ham and loads of garlic.
Turns out, it didn’t taste too bad. Neither did our stomachs turn. Muahaha! I can officially say that I can cook a proper dish now. HA!!!
The part that wasn’t part of the plan was going out for a drink. I had actually wanted to spend another nice quiet evening with Dearie just relaxing at home. Perhaps catch Saw 2 on HBO or something. But my sister wanted to go out, what the hey, I just said ok and went. Dearie had no intentions to stay late anyway ‘cos he had study plans the next day. Sigh.
While waiting for YL at Robertson Walk, some strange guy came up to us and invited him into the wine bar we were standing in front of. He offered each of us a drink and introduced us to his friend. It was quite odd for me because I’ve never been part of being approached before. It’s my sister who attracts people to do that.
The wine was good. I liked it very much. It was a mix between a red and white wine, he said. My sister sipped on her red wine and watched the soccer match. Some ang moh offered her a seat, she took it, and was obliged to speak to him from then on. I, on the other hand, suck at small talk so I stood there and pretended to watch the match too, while trying to stay invisible.
YL finally came and I didn’t feel too bad after. We finished our drinks and hurriedly left. We were off to Butter Factory, a few doors down.
Patrick came and joined us, but when we went into Butter Factory, it was disappointing. There wasn’t much of a crowd and the dance floor was empty. After we finished our drinks, the dance floor was picking up, and we went down as well. It wasn’t long before we left and decided – let’s go to St. James.
By the time we reached there, it was 2am. The place was still packed. We even had to queue to enter the Boiler Room. I wanted to go to the Bellini Room and lounge around. I still love the music there.
For reasons I shall not blog about, we left the Boiler Room. Let’s just say it wasn’t the music that did that.
We went to Powerhouse where they played .. erm .. do you call it trance? I’m not sure. YL and Patrick sure as hell weren’t enjoying themselves. For me? I just blend into whatever they play. Try not to spoil the mood you know?
Too bad Dragonfly was “Full House”. I quite like what they play there too.
We wanted to go into Movida, but the queue was ridiculous. In the end, while contemplating on getting a hotdog that they were cleverly bbq-ing outside the club, a storm started. We dashed into the restaurant for shelter and to tide the time. Poor Patrick couldn’t ride home in that horrible rain.
We were shocked to see that the menu had changed since the last time we came – that a plain prata now costs $5.50. We suspect it was because the menu we were looking at was the “Rain” menu. Haha! Clearly, none of us ate prata. We just settled for anything else which all cost about that price anyway.
I think we left the place at 4am? I do not remember. When the rain was simmering down a little, we chased Patrick off so he wouldn’t miss the short window of the lighter rain. He needed to get to his bike quickly so he could put on his rain-resistant gear.
Now here’s the worst part of the night. There were no taxis in sight. That’s a familiar situation to all of us. Calling for a cab took forever. Another familiar situation. I finally did get through to one. Mr Taxi Driver called me when he was nearby to ask where I was.
I asked him to turn into the car park where there was shelter. I waved to him from afar. As the taxi pulled in close and stopped (there was another vehicle stopping him from pulling over right in front of me), these 2 bitches – or rather should I call them sluts – dashed to the taxi.
I signalled to them nicely through the window that it was not their cab and we’d called for it. The SLUT just looked back at me, doing the same hand signs I made to her.
Before I could reach for the handle (I was standing in the rain hor), the taxi drove off.
We were so pissed off. Sigh. What to do. Complain also like that.
Just to let everyone know: The taxi was from SMART. Taxi number 7042. Driver’s mobile number is 82001565.
I hope the 2 sluts get their just deserves – like get into an accident the next time they snatch a cab.
We landed up only getting home at 5:30am.
SundayWe woke up in the afternoon. Before we could decide on what dinner we wanted, the decision was made for us. His bike friends asked him to go to Marina South for steamboat, and this time he could bring me along. The pig heard this and wanted to go too.
So yes, we made his friend come over and pick her up, while we all went to have dinner. With that, I knew CSI night was ruined. But hey, I’m sure they’ll play re-runs.. won’t they?
As with all new group outings, I didn’t know what to do. My sister and I just stayed close. There was confusion as to how many people were turning up especially since we had to pay upfront. When it was settled, we were divided into 2 tables.
When the food came, my sister and I got to work. She knew how to settle the soup – something I have no clue what to do about. I settled the meat – something she could not do because she was too damn scared of the popping oil. Great team huh? The guys did the leg work, and some more of the cooking.
Except for it being oily and salty, everything was good. After dinner, instead of rounding, we landed up at the arcade. Fine by me. I was just happy to be out!
By the time we went home, it was past midnight. Oops.
MondayI did not take a day off. It was so tempting.
Oddly enough, although I was physically tired, I managed to do up the minutes of a meeting that had lasted 2.5hours. I spent lunch time shopping around Queensway while waiting for some photocopying to be done, and by the time I got back, I learnt that my pig of a sister had gotten home on an unofficial off-day to nap! PIG.
My parents got home in the evening after I did.
Later that night we find out that my elder sis’ father-in-law (Ki’s other grandfather) had suffered a heart attack in Batam.
I turned in early to make up for the lost rest my body needed.
TuesdayKi came over and I was awake by 9:30am. Dearie came to pick me up after noon. Guess what we did the entire labour day afternoon? We were studying in NUS! Oh my gosh…. What a way to spend the day. I hate exams. I hate having to study.
Went back to my place at 5:30pm to mess with Ki for a while, and to put down our stuff, before heading out for dinner with his brudders at Cineleisure. Why there? Because of the heart attack, my elder sis could not go watch a movie she had booked for, so Dearie and I were going to catch it instead.
SPIDERMAN 3.
Wahahahahahahaha!
I shall not post spoilers here, only that Dearie much preferred Spiderman 2. I must say that Spidey 3 wasn’t too bad, but I did feel like there was too much going on. Topher Grace is finally in a blockbuster. Yay!!! Did I say I’m a fan of “That 70’s Show”? Well, I am. Haha! Spidey 3….. I wonder if there’ll be a number 4. Hmm…
Anyway, we got back past midnight. Tired.
By 2am, I couldn’t take it any longer and went to bed.
WednesdayToday.
I learnt that he passed away from the heart attack. Ki still woke up this morning watching cartoons and chatting happily. The poor boy does not know he’s lost a doting grandfather yet.
Later today, I’ll also be going for a funeral across my place. My online friend’s mother just passed away. I don’t know how he is holding up. I’ll see him tonight.
Life is so fragile.
We must enjoy the moments that we have. Savour them.
Live life simply. Why make it so complicated? Plenty of things that we want. Which ones are really going to make you happy?
I’ll live life to the fullest. And everyone has a different definition of that. I’m going to make the best of what I can do with my limited skills with music. I’m going to be spending so much more time with family and friends. I’m going to see so many more places.
Money may not be enough. But it’s enough to do everything I want for now. :O)
