Ratatouille vs 881

Watched 2 movies during the last weekend, one was about a rat trying to be a cook, another was about 2 ladies trying to fulfill their dreams as Geitai singers (a.k.a stage singers).

Ok, I’ll comment on Ratatouille since I watched that first. An enjoyable cartoon, especially if you were to watch it with wine and food buffs, as there will be many special comments like:

“That is not Cheval Blanc loh… Look at the label, it’s Lafite loh?! Illustrator doesn’t know his wines man”

“Saffron is from Italy meh?”

For me, I HATE rats, although Remy (the main character) is quite cute, but no, no, no, no, no, can I relate to having rats in the kitchen. Not even after this show! I was literally cringing towards the end of the movie where there was this scene: kitchen was FULL of rats.

SO GROSS.

I still enjoy Finding Nemo the most; fish is definitely easier on the eye than rats. Note that: Finding Nemo, The Incredibles and Ratatouille are all by Pixar.

Next, 881 is a local production by a local director, Royston Tan. I watched this movie with my mum as this movie reaches out to the Hokkien speaking crowd. My mum enjoyed tremendously and cried buckets towards the end. Now, she is telling everyone (ie: my relatives and neighbors) to watch the show and my mum is now, a hard core Royston Fan.

Personally, this movie is a tad too cheesy for my taste and all those “special” effects are way too exaggerated. Nonetheless, I have to admit that those Hokkien songs are very touching indeed and I even teared a few times as well. This is a good movie to bring your parents and grandparents to watch especially if they can understand Hokkien. In fact, it seemed to me that up to 60% of that day’s movie crowd was about 55 years old and above.

Between Ratatouille and 881, I’ll prefer to pay for 881 since this is a local production and I firmly believe that all local artists deserve our support! As for Ratatouille, a DVD will be good enough. At least the rats don’t look so big…

Rose among the thorns

I’ve been hanging out with BF’s friends lately and most of them are really much older than us. I’ll say that on average, we are like 10 years younger, thus we are like the “kids” among the “uncles”…

Usually we will get together over wines and dinners, and these “uncles” are serious about their wines manz! I always learn so much from these “uncles”, be it about wines, about markets, about properties, about life… …

So much so that, I find some of my peers extremely boring and to a certain extend, childish.

I’m not trying to be snobbish here, just trying to justify to myself that I am NOT suffering from pre-mature aging! Just that I’ve been hanging around with too many old farts!

But seriously, I really like to listen to their experiences… there are important lessons to be learnt and hopefully, from their stories and experience, I can learn from their errors and not to commit the same mistakes. But at times, I feel that I am just a free loader, and felt like a bimbo. These gatherings usually make me feel a bit stupid.

Anyway, above is a picture taken at the Jade restaurant @ the forum. O yah, another point that I’ve noticed: very few lady drinkers…

Some of my pictures from Perth (Aug2007)

I just came back from Perth, Australia and it was one of my best holidays! Although most of my "happy times" were spent in Margaret River (3 hrs drive away from Perth) instead of Perth's Perth.

Totally unexpected.

Days before the trip, I thought I would be so bored that I would chew off my fingers. And the weather during our first two days didn't help as it was rainy, grey, cold and totally "london weather" - a.k.a sucky weather.

Thankfully, by the time we hit Margret, weather was really wonderful. Sunny, blue skies with the cold winds. Wah.... shiok. Natural air-con is the best!

So BF and I spent 4 days 3 nights in Margaret River and stayed at The Central Avenue Apt. Totally recommended! It was just really close to the main town, the apt was tastefully furnished, everything was new and fully equipped. Our daily routine included - wake up, go wine tasting, eat lunch, go wine tasting again, get high, drive back to our apt to cook dinner, drink even more wine and then knock out.

And that was like the most relaxing holiday ever! I guess being high most of the time kinda helped... ...

All in all, we had a great trip and BF is already planning another trip to Margaret River again in another few years' time. However, the next time round, we'll like to have another 2 mates to travel with us as that will be much. MUCH cheaper with the car rental and the apt.

O yah, hopefully they will be wine lovers too. =p

I feel lost without… Harry...

During the week when I was alone at home, dealing with pain and cough, there was only one guy who was keeping me company all those while… and that was Harry.

Harry Potter.

Yup, I am one of the grannies out there who actually reads Harry Potter. I read the first two books of Harry Potter and realised that the movies actually did quite a good job, thus for part 3, 4 and 5, I only watched the movies and saved on some time and money. Ha.

However, after watching Part 5 – “Harry Potter and the order of the Phoenix” AND with the craze about the final book of “Harry Potter and the deathly hallows”, I simply HAD to read the last two books!

Thus, I started to hunt for book 6 – “Harry Potter and the half blood prince” and guess what? It was sold out everywhere! Getting desperate, I went online to the website of our National Library Board, found the book and reserved it for only S$1.50!

After two sleepless nights, I finished book 5 and practically ran to the nearest Popular Bookshop and bought Book 7.

Many of you should know by now that Harry Potter did NOT die and it was a happy ending after all. Although it was all cliché and predictable, I am really glad Harry defeated the Dark lord and lived to get married to Ginny. I got all warm and fuzzy at the part where Ron and Hermione’s children were kicking a rocket with Harry and Ginny’s kids…

Awww…

Now that I am done with the final book, I am a little lost and depressed. Even re-reading Lord of the Rings did not cheering me up. Hmmm, I have the urge to re-read book one – “Harry and the Philosopher’s Stone” and the whole series all over again!

What a week…

Last week was a bad, bad, bad, bad week…

Firstly, my lower-left wisdom tooth was really driving me nuts. Sick and tired of the constant, dull (but sometimes sharp) pain, I called up my dentist and decided to get the bugger out once and for all. Had the surgery (a mini one but still a surgery nonetheless!) on Wednesday (25Jul) morning.

OH-MY-GOSH. That was &^#$* painful! Either my dentist is lousy or somehow I am immune to the 3 jabs of anesthesia that he poked into my gums, I could still feel pain when he stitched my wound?! Even he muttered “weird that you can feel pain at this point”

But the worst pain came like 2 hrs after the surgery when the anesthesia wore off and I was left rolling on my bed, groaning with pain. My left cheek started to swell and my face kinda looked lope-sided. And strangely, I developed blue-black bruises at my lower left check as well.

Weaken by pain and the lack of food, I, somehow caught a really, nasty flu bug and started coughing, sneezing, body aching all over and at the same time, still gripping with the maddening pain at my lower left cheek.

Was really sick during the past weekend and decided to see a doctor about my flu. The doc took a look at the antibiotics that my earlier dentist prescribed and screamed, “Why are you eating amoxicillin when you are allergic to penicillin? No wonder you are not getting well?!”

O manz, so I was munching on poison instead of medicine, no wonder my body was protesting. So the doc gave me another set of antibiotics, cough syrup, anti phlegm pills and some small little green pills to let me sleep better at night instead of coughing my lungs out.

Amid, the coughing and the aching at home, I was still watching the markets rather keenly but stock markets across the world had a minor correction last week, which means that I am not earning much this month. What the hell…

All in all, it was a really shitty week. But I am on the road to recovery. Feeling slightly better already. At least I’m no longer coughing my lungs out.

The only consolation – I passed my CFA level 1! *Yeah!* I can finally move on to level 2 next June. Think I gotta start studying sometime in Sept. O boy.

Bad morning…

Today must be the WORST morning of 2007 ( I hope!)

First, I woke up feeling as if I did not sleep at all. Somehow, my sleep was interrupted and instead of feeling fresh and well-rested, I felt as if I had been awake the whole night.

I looked into the mirror and saw my huge eye bags and dark shadows that no concealer seemed to help.

Fed-up, and late for work, I simply rushed out, looking like shit.

On the train, I was yawning at the rate of 25 times/min. I just felt so god-damn tired!

“Never mind, things will be better after my coffee” as I muttered to myself as I was getting off the shuttle bus to my office and was walking, walking, walking and suddenly…

SPAT.

I tripped and fell.

In front of a bunch of tourists from China!!!

And my right knee hurt like hell as it took almost all of my body weight when I fell. It now hurt so much that I’m wondering whether I fractured my kneecap.

Those tourists tried to help me up but I managed to get up by myself, picked up my composure, wore my heels and continued to walk in style.

Behind me, I could hear those HORRIBLE tourists laughing and commented that maybe my shoes were too big. I just wana say 2 words: BAD KARMA.

Now, I am hobbling around as I can’t bend my right leg and I seriously don’t think I can run for the next 1 week at least.

Argh. Just my unlucky day!

Banyan Tree, indeed!

Dinner on the "rocks" - a romantic setting for a couple

View of the sea from my villa

Villas

I went for a 2days-1night, super short holiday to Bintan (Indonesia) just the previous Sunday. BF and I checked into the uber Banyan Tree resort and spa, the acclaimed 6 stars resort, and I must say I am totally impressed!

The stay was rather expensive, but it worth every, freaking penny. I felt like a Javanese princess, surrounded by the lush and beautiful scenery. My villa was facing the South China Sea and the view simply took my breath away…

The service was excellent and the spa experience was mind blowing! The massage was really good, where it was done in a “spa villa” just for the two of us. It felt extremely exclusive. The spa started with a foot bath and a short foot massage at the upper floor of the villa, and once again, there was the beautiful view of the sea and the beach. Then we descended to the lower floor where we chose the type of incense and the type of massage oil to use. After that, we proceeded to a 90-minute full body massage that just melted my body. And to end it off, we had a light refreshment with fresh fruits and hot ginger tea. Hmmm… very therapeutic!

Oh, did I mention about the Jacuzzi in my villa? Just heavenly… looking at the sea, listening to the waves and soaking in a Jacuzzi, sipping champagne. Ahhhh…. That’s life.

I will definitely go for another Banyan Tree spa experience again. I’m day dreaming about my trip to Maldives already…

Property prices going crazy!

Currently, there is only one topic among Singaporeans and that is "PROPERTY".

A typical conversation will be:

"How? Got buy property or not?"

"Where got money to buy?!? It's getting crazy, even HDB flat can sell for $720,ooo. I think I should change job and be a property agent instead."

Below is an article taken from The Business Times, 6 Jul 2007. I just find this extremely entertaining. Enjoy!

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Published July 6, 2007. “Business Times”

Every property agent has his day

By JAIME EE

MORNING. Wake up. Brush teeth. Practise saying, 'Sorry, we already have an offer, but if you're keen you can try and offer more' in as convincing a tone as possible. Or, if it's a very rushed day, shorten it to 'Your offer too low'.

Get dressed, go and take quick look at car - a nice new BMW financed with commissions from selling high-floor HDB flats with a view of the sea. This is not to be confused with apartments that are 'facing sea', because in this case there might be several housing estates between said apartment and actual sea. Even so, it is not wrong to advertise it as 'facing sea' because it is technically correct. But never mind. Take good look at BMW and allow yourself a well deserved smirk of satisfaction.

OK, start working. Phone starts to ring, mostly from potential buyers whose reaction to your asking prices ranges from 'How much did you say?', 'Ha?' or 'Are you crazy?!' in various languages or dialects. Ordinarily, you would embark on your smooth sales talk: 'It's facing the sea. It's only just renovated last year. The owners already have many offers so if you're keen you just have to join the queue.' Alternatively, if a successful deal was closed yesterday, there is no need to engage in smooth sales talk and a simple 'take it or leave it' will do.

Finally, one buyer says 'OK' and wants to view the place. Immediately, your suspicions arise. Is that a serious buyer or another agent trying to muscle in on your deal? Weigh the pros and cons and decide to take the safe option by not giving the caller the actual address. Instead, tell him to meet you at the nearest petrol station.

On second thoughts, play it safe and arrange to meet him in Ang Mo Kio before driving to the actual location in Tiong Bahru. During the ride, it becomes increasingly clear that the guy is a rival. No problem. You bring him to another block, give him a fake unit number and tell him to go and see the owner first while you park the car. Then you go to the real location and gloat.

Phone rings. No, it's not the guy you left at the wrong address. It's another potential buyer. Talk to him for a while and it turns out to be another agent who wants to be your co-broker. You tell him to keep his paws off in no uncertain terms. You hang up and daydream about the new sports rims you are thinking of getting for your new BMW.

Spend the afternoon dealing with unrealistic clients. Try to convince owner of fourth-floor flat in Jurong West that there is no way that having a canal in front qualifies as a waterfront view. After that, try to explain to another potential seller that being located within walking distance of a highly rated prawn noodle stall is no reason to ask for $250,000 above valuation. Remind yourself that this is why you prefer to deal with prime district properties, where all you have to say is 'District 9,10,11, near IR and Sentosa' to get clients to pull out their cheque books.

Finally, at the end of the day, you go home, park your BMW and enter your newly renovated home - another day, another one per cent downpayment cheque. Yes. Life is good for the Singapore property agent. Now, to go get those new sports rims.

If you can, please adopt a pet from SPCA

I am proud to announce that I am a member of the SPCA, in fact, I just joined the membership today and have also enclosed a GIRO form to donate to the SPCA on a monthly basis.

Why the sudden kind gesture?

All along I’m an animal lover, many of you should know that I have 7 cats at home and one of them is adopted from the SPCA! All my cats are strays and 6 of them are adopted when they were closed-eyed-hamster-look-alike kittens, which means that my family spent many days and nights, bottle-feedings the kitties, or else, they would have starved to death.

By the way, all of them have been neutered.

I was reading an acquaintance’s blog and it seems that she and her hubby had just bought a puppy. And I can’t help feeling a little sad.

There are so many cute doggies, waiting for a family to take them home and yet, most people are always more keen to BUY a new puppy instead of giving these older dogs a chance. It doesn’t help that most of the dogs being put up for adoption are NOT HDB approved, thus, if you know of anyone who is staying in a private apartment or better still, a house with a garden, please encourage them to adopt a pet instead of buying one.

There are also cats, rabbits and hamsters for adoption. So, any pet lovers who have the intention to get a pet please do consider adopting one from the SPCA instead.

Here’s the link to the animals being put up for adoption:
http://www.spca.org.sg/adoption/adoption.asp

Shanghai trip LAST year!

Last year, my company organized and paid for a 3 days-2 nights "incentive trip" for all employees to Shanghai. That was sometime in Sept06, I think... I remembered that the hairy crabs were in season.

Before I know it, a year has passed and for this year, I am entitled to go to Perth. As my dept is extremely lean, basically it's just me and my boss right now as the other fund manager has left us to relocate to HK.

So, I'll be traveling to Perth with BF, just like what we did last year for Shanghai.

This is a picture that BF took while he was wondering on his own and while I was somewhere in Jiangsu attending a meeting. This is "lao Jie", which means Old Street. It is situated just next to Yu-Yue (aka Jade Garden in English), which is a tourist trap. I've never seen more tourists in any other parts of Shanghai.

However, just a street away, Lao Jie managed to retain some of its old charm where locals were still cycling away, no tour group leaders waving their flags and you can find rather cheap items to buy. I bought a traditional Chinese tea cup for only S$3, which can easily cost 3 times more in Singapore!

Anyway, I just wana post something about my Shanghai trip b4 I go for my next one in Aug.

Someone once told me that once you hit 25 years old, time will just fly and b4 you know it, you will be an old fart and that's provided that you are lucky enough to be still alive and kicking!

Yup, I do begin to feel like an old fart.

More pictures from my baking class on last sat!

My very first baking class!

Last Friday, while I was surfing the net, looking for cute pictures, I came across Karen’s website – perfectfairycakes.com (as mentioned in my most recent post) and I realized then that she would be holding a baking class on the very next day!

Immediately, I called her and signed up for the class. Another good gf of mine decided to join in the fun as well.

So, on the very next day, I woke up a bit earlier to get ready as Karen’s class was at 10 am. GF and I shared a cab down to Karen’s place, where she holds her monthly baking classes.

There were 8 of us in total, 7 were girls and 1 brave boyfriend joined the class with the girlfriend. How very sweet of him.

After some small talk, we started on my virgin baking class! =p

We learnt 3 recipes – carrot cake cupcakes, savoury onion cupcakes and marmalade bread pudding.

My favourite part of the class was the moment when we started decorating the carrot muffins with all the girly flowers, butterflies and pearls, awww… so sweet! Then, the highlight of the day – we got to eat what we baked! Yeah!

Mmmm… the bread pudding was really delicious, and the savoury muffins, woah! And don’t get me started on those pretty, darling carrot muffins. Yum Yum Yum!

All in all, I really had fun baking and EATING the goodies. Can’t wait for her next class.

Oh, did I mention that I actually do NOT have an oven at home?!?! Although I suspect my microwave oven does have a “confectionary” function. Hmmm, time to check out my kitchen ware.

I’ll be traveling!

Recently I went to the library to borrow some books and I borrowed a LonelyPLanet Western Australia Guide Book as I will be going to Perth in Aug!

Yeah, yeah!

Finally a long awaited and well deserved break! I’ll be hitting Perth during the National Day weekend and will be hanging around at Down Under for 6 days. Heard that there is really nothing much to do in Perth (the guide book kinda confirmed that already), but luckily, both BF and I are such alcoholics that we are planning to spend most of our days getting drunk at Margaret River.

For those who are not so familiar with the drinking scene, Margaret River has many of the best vineyards in Australia, so I am really excited about the trip! Plus, this is my virgin trip to Aussie!

Other than this trip, I’ll also be heading to the Banyan Tree resort @ Bintan (Indonesia) for a 2- days-1- night stay in about 2 weeks time! Yeah, can’t wait again… I have always wanted to try a Banyan Tree. Heard so much about their spa, services and beautiful rooms that I can’t wait to experience it first hand! Although the resorts at Bintan are considered to be at the lower range, but that is as much as I can afford. ;(

And after that…. I will be heading to KL, Malaysia for a hardcore pig-out session! A bunch of us have decided to book ourselves a suite at The Ascott KL, eat ourselves silly at the Overseas Restaurant (THE best Chinese restaurant in KL), and then go back to our suite and drink, watch DVD and basically…. Just chill.

Ahhhh… meanwhile, back to reality. I’ll be working over this weekend. Argh. Not the best way to spend a weekend.

Nonetheless, all these trips are making me so excited!!! ;p And all these happy thoughts are making me hungry, so here is a picture of a beautiful cupcake that I found online. This chef makes the prettiest cupcakes! I wonder do they taste as good as they look....

Cupcakes from this website: http://perfectfairycakes.blogspot.com/

Check them out!

To end it all?

Once again, I am very tempted to end my blog. To start with, how many people actually read it? Not that many.

Then I look through all my old entries and hit me once again that I have recorded my thoughts and beliefs for the past 2 years or so, it would be such a pity if I end were to end it all… all else fails, I can always read my own blog.

Ha.

So, I’ve just joined Planet Fitness last week. After 1 year of consideration, I have finally decided to pay the exorbitant fees to use a few pieces of gym equipment and hopefully to lose some pounds and tone some muscles.

Why the sudden enlightenment, you may ask?

Well… Last Saturday, I had to attend a wedding dinner and I had my wardrobe all planned out days earlier before the actual dinner. From the dress, to the earrings, to the clutch bag, to the type of shoes, to my eye make-up. I had it all sorted out.

Until I realized that I could not fit into the god damned dress! Cannot even zip it up. Even after sucking in my breath! Sigh, so sad.

So, I had to find another dress at the very last minute.

After the wedding dinner, I joined Planet Fitness immediately on the following Monday.

In fact, my body is aching all over right now, especially my thighs and calves. I went for the “Cyclo” class yesterday for the very first time, thinking “Aiyah, how hard can riding a bike be?” Since I run at least 8 km every week, I should be quite fit right?

Yeah right. I nearly fainted after the class. Woah… talking about a workout session manz.
My knees buckled after I got off the stationary bike and I am now walking around like “stick figure” as my legs are so, so sore.

So now that I have a reality check, I’ve decided to go for this “Cyclo” class every week until my legs stop cramming after each session. Guess that will take a while though…

Hopefully in time to come, I will be a lean, mean fighting machine. Not that I wana fight anyone lah. ;p

I found a baby cockroach in my drink! YEEK!

I went to Swiss Culture at Suntec yesterday for lunch and I actually found a baby cockroach in my drink. As I was drinking ice lemon tea, the drink was dark coloured and thus, I did not see the cockroach until I finished the drink and I was like “Hmmm…. What is that black thingy among my ice cubes…. A COCKRAOCH!!!”

I nearly fainted.

I was so totally grossed out.

Called the waiter over and said as loudly as I could “There’s a cockroach in my drink”

*a look of disbelieved from the waiter* Then he said the stupidest thing, “Was it from the cup?”

“THEN FROM WHERE?!”

“Sorry Mdm, I’ll waive the cost of the drink.”

“What?! There is a one FREAKING cockroach in my drink! I’m going to complain to the MOH. Get your manager here.”

*The waiter crawled away and the manager came over*

Then it hit me that I was so dumb as well. I should have taken a picture of that cockroach, twitching in my drink before giving the cup away to the waiter. Damn, he would have just destroyed the evidence!

“Very sorry Mdm, I’ll waive the drink, service charge and get you a cup of coffee – on the house.”

“WHAT? The least you can do is to waive my set lunch (which costs only 15 bucks), this is totally unacceptable. You have to improve on your hygiene and I’m going to complain to MOH”

“Really sorry Mdm, I’ll waive the set lunch for you.”

“Ok. That is the least you can do and I’m not ever going to come here again” Suddenly, I had this urge to get my cup back and show it to all the patrons in the restaurant.

“Nah ,SEE! Got baby cockroach in my cup! Check yours!!!”

No free lunch in this world, well… unless you find a cockroach in your food.

I felt ill for the rest of the day. YeeK!

The Inheritance of loss

BF’s friend gave me this book during last X’mas and I’ve finally finished it *yeah!*

Overall, it was an enjoyable book (won the booker price last year hor, don’t play play), I like the way the author played with her words, story line is a tab weak though.

All in all, it still couldn’t beat The God of Small Things by Arundhati Roy. This book totally broke my heart and got me to appreciate the English language again. The story was tragic yet with a touch of innocence and joy. For both times that I read the book, for both times, I wept. I wept for him - the “God" of small things, I wept for the forbidden love between him and "Ammu" and I wept for the innocence lost by the twins.

I read it somewhere that Arundhati Roy is working on her second novel and I am so looking forward to it!

If there is one book that I will recommend, it has to be this book – The God of Small Things. (Lord of the Rind is the second that I’ll recommend!!)

Open your heart when you read it. Some said it's a girly book... yah yah, macho men only read books like "Dune" ah? Wrong! I read "Dune" too. But seriously, God of Small Thing touched me like no other books had ever able to...

I’m out of the team…

I’m a quitter. Officially.

Due to tremendous workload AND studyload, I’ve decided to withdraw from my salsa performance team. I’ve with this dance school, Two Left Feet ever since Dec 2004 and have totally enjoyed myself.

I started out as a “freshie” in the salsa scene, stepped on tons of toes (sorry, guys), being elbowed a few times and even got my boobs grabbed ACCIDENTALLY by fellow salsa mates on some occasions. (They told me they accidentally touched lah)

And in Jan 2006, I went for the audition to join the performance team and got in! Thus, I started on a very, very demanding yet totally fulfilling journey in being a performer for Two Left Feet Dance School. In preparation for the performance in L.A Salsa Festival in L.A (Duh) in May06, I endured extremely demanding trainings. We practiced up to 4 to 5 times a week, each session lasting at least 3 hours. Not only that, I also endured scoldings from the instructors when my dancing was not up to their expectations. They had very, very high expectations… …

Although the trainings were tough, I improved my dancing skills by leaps and bounds and made a few valuable friendships along the way.

For this year, I wanted to be in the team as well, to perform in the Malaysia Congress in August, This year’s performance routine is even much more exciting than the last, and I was really excited about being able to perform again. However, as workload got heavier, in addition to the CFA exam that I’ll be taking in June, I am having problems coping with the schedule of 2-3 times of salsa trainings per week.

Thus, I quit the team…

I have to tell myself that “I love my job, I love my job, I love my job” to justify to myself that I had to give up on one of my dearest loves – dancing.

Sigh. “There is a time and place for everything but salsa is just not on your agenda right now”, said BF.

I guess he is right.

I am older today
Am I wiser, I say?
A year has past and I have learnt
I am older today

I look older today
With a line or two on my face
A little more depth in my eyes
Yet my hair grows limp and thin
I look older today

I feel older today
More burden on my shoulders
Heavier as time goes by
Serious thoughts have to be acted upon and not merely entertained
To ensure things are done before spring is over in May
I feel older today

I’ll be even older by end of today
Will get older tomorrow, and the day after
But I relish in the process of aging
Where I will gain more by giving more
I yearn for the day when I can look back,

Well and alive with a head of frizzy white hair
Reminiscing the good old days and a life well-lived
I want to be older today

I used to be happier?

Just today, one friend commented “what happened to you? You used to be happier..!” Another commented “You are like an old fart now!”

All because I do not enjoy clubbing anymore.

E (one of my gfs) wanted to get me out clubbing on this Friday… but I am not interested at all. I told her I am good to meet up for dinner or some chill-out bars, but not Zouk, MOS or Butter Factory or any of the clubs. And she said “What? You are behaving like an old fart!”

I was like “yeah… I feel like an old fart, although I do not want to look like one!”

Feeling amused, I told another gf of mine, L. And she commented that I used to be more extrovert and was such a party-girl. She was like “What happened to you?!”

Actually, nothing happened to me. I am still as extrovert as ever, in fact, I'm just more at peace with myself as I finally know what I want in life and I try to work towards my goals.

I have decided to put my party days behind me as I do not enjoy partying anymore.

The late nights.
The insane drinking.
The self-indulgence style of dancing.
The waste of time.

I try not to stay up late anymore… if not for work, if not for reading, if not for my fav TV programs (;p). Nowadays, I enjoy waking up early and try to go for a quick run b4 I hit my office or during weekends as well.

I try not to do hard liquor anymore except for whiskey. Haha, I am such a whiskey fan. Give me a Macallen anytime! Nonetheless, I find it so much more meaningful to appreciate a bottle of wine with close friends or with like-minded wine lovers than to binge drink.

Instead of doing senseless hip-hops, I’ll rather hit a salsa bar to work on my salsa dance steps and improve on my coordination and footwork. I do not get any satisfaction in grooving to Justin Timberlake or Madonna anymore, I mean… for what? To attract attention? Kinda passed that phase.

I begin to realize that time is running out. I only have 3 more years to go before I am 30 and there are so many things that I want to achieve before I hit the big 3-0. Thus, I try to engage in value-adding activities such as: reading, exercising, working, catching up with friends and family, traveling and some self-reflection.

I think I have grown up. *FINALLY*

A special friend

Ok… here I am, blogging about friendship again. But I just have to blog this, to remind myself of a very talented friend, who has always inspired me in so many ways yet I didn’t know that he leads such a lonely life until today.

Technically, he is actually BF’s friend. I only got to know him through BF. Let’s call him D. BF and D are from the same kindergarten, primary school, secondary school and junior college. After that, D went to the US to pursue his studies and currently is still based in the US for his professorship in physics.

Thus, BF and I only hang out with him when he is back in Singapore during the winter break. Only for about 1 month in a year, I get to interact with this great guy.

D is easily one of the MOST intelligent human being I have ever met in my life. Always full of clever jokes and interesting stories, he has never failed to amaze me.

He self-taught himself to play the piano.
He takes amazing pictures.
He makes me laugh all the time with his witty remarks.
His dad makes me laugh even harder with his “uncle-ness” and I-am-always-correct attitude (in a non-imposing and oh-so hilarious way)
He engages in conversations that made me go quiet and think.

I really enjoy his company because I can learn so much from him, and I am really fond of him, as a friend, as an older brother, as a buddy. Among all of BF’s buddies, D is definitely my favourite. Hands down.

And just about 15 mins ago, I chanced upon his blog and his blog made me wana cry.

I didn’t know that behind that cheerful face, he is tormented by loneliness.
I didn’t know that beneath that intelligence, he is lost and questioned about his purpose in life.
I didn’t know that under that shield of strength, he longs for her pair of gentle arms to stroke his hair. And all these while, I noticed his glances at her and I have always thought that she is perfect for D. But yet, there is really nothing at all that I can help nor do.

His grief really saddens me in a ridiculous way, in a way I cannot explain. I feel really helpless. And the worst part is that I do not dare to confess to him that I have read his blog. Now, I understand his loneliness and despair, but I am nobody to comfort him or to show my support.

D is rather protective of his blog and doesn’t want many people to read it. Should I leave a comment on his blog to let him know that I understand his pain? Or at least I try to understand his pain?

I didn’t. And I don’t dare. I’m afraid that he would just shut down his blog and that tiny, little window for me to glimpse into his life, his fears, his pain and his longing for love.

BF is greatly troubled too. I know because he is sitting there, looking far away and swirling his wine without really drinking it. I know that he is upset that his best friend has been unhappy and he didn’t find out until 15 mins ago. And he couldn't do anything about it as well... can he?

D is flying back to the US tomorrow and we will not meet till about 11 months later, in the next winter break.

With all my heart, I sincerely wish that D can be happy. Can find that purpose that he has been looking for. Can hold the hand that he has been longing for. Can answer the questions that he has been asking himself.

D, my friend… all the best.