Wednesday, October 8
It’s not something new, but lately, it really hit me that eating the same type of food with different group of people taste very differently.
For instance, when you are only going out for dinner with your ‘not so close’ colleague whom you have something serious to talk about with. That French cuisine that is so expensive and suppose to be good might not taste that great during that dinner.
Then you go out with your crappy bunch of friends another day, and drop by the same place to have dinner again, already warning your friends that the place is just “so – so” and “not worth it” your friends are curious anyway and decided to just pop by and try, and you didn’t mind.
The dinner that day was filled with laughter and joy, and the food you’ve tried, although it’s still the same old foie gras with raw meat salad, plus lamb rack with rosti as sides, the food taste exceptionally different. Way better than when you first came. So you act smart and thought that they might have changed the chef somewhere in between and asked the main person in charge about it. It appears not. The only difference between the last dinner then and now, was your very own mood.
I found out recently that I am such type of people. Some people can judge the food without any other affecting factor, just food.
For me, if I am with people that I feel comfortable with, it seems that’s all that matters now. Recently, I’ve been to this steam boat café or something, those $15-$20 per person type. The first time I went there, I could eat a lot, I enjoyed the food very much in the company of my sister. So sometime later I went and brought someone else there, the particular person wasn’t enjoying herself very much, and she wasn’t being very nice that day anyway even to me. Might be in her pms mood, forgiven, but the meal that night was terrible, I forced myself to eat, and the prawns that used to taste so good before, tasted bland, it makes me feel like puking. Suddenly, I feel that the money I spent on eating the steamboat just wasn’t that worth it anymore. It is $15, but not a satisfying $15 spent.
Another announcement to make.
For my ROM, there would be no wedding dress, no dinner, no nothing, haven’t decide if there will be a buffet lunch at all or not, but so far, there won’t be anything. That also means there will be no bridesmaid. I know I know, it would have been fun and such if such thing is available, but those who wanted to be my bridesmaid for funs sake, I think I’ve told you the reason. So, anyway…
It will happen on the 10th of Jan if nothing goes wrong, the signing of papers and such, but other than that, nothing else.
Reason : Because we can’t afford.
To fill you in, I might just end up wearing a pure white dress with pure white bra and pure white panties and white shoes and white whatever there is. ( I don’t own any of this man ) With moo, who haven’t decide what to wear yet, go there, listen to the always so long and boring pre-I-do story, that almost made me fall asleep on Viki’s church wedding *sorry ar, I really almost fall asleep* and doing the head drop thingy, say “I do” then sign whatever paper there is going to be, and then go home sleep or go back to work?
After we settled our shelter thingy, we might go on a short trip or something if we are able to get a few off days, when we can finally have not so much worries.
Would take a long time I suppose? But it will come for sure.
Actually I have some other plans in mind, but I am not too sure about it yet, so am not planning to post it up yet, will update when I’ve really decided. I am saying this so the next time if there is another big change in me, you all won’t be too surprise. A lot of times people are surprise because they think I made a sudden big change or some sort, but I have been thinking about it for a while. Most of the time, a long long while, but I usually don’t say it out until I really have decided.
A long time ago, there was a period of time when I was seriously considering going back to indo to work for my dad, but I dropped that idea after 6 months of
Before anything, moo and me will go on a trip to Jakarta, to sign the pre nuptial agreement. I am so gonna bring him to the fortune teller and see what he have to say.
I only half believe what he says,
I mean, if he gonna tell you things that strikes you totally, you got to believe him, but when he say things that is so untrue, and the possibility of you being in denial is like, zero %
What else can you do but doubt him?
For example,
That old man tells me I am a “xiao hua” in secondary school life.
‘Xiao Hua’ basically means someone who is so pretty and bright, she is the school’s most popular and sought after girl.
I come from an all girls school, that might not be so related, but he told me I am surrounded by a lot of guys, and I am popular among guys. That is so NOT true. I am about the most unpopular ones compared to any other girls and I seldom really have any guy friends at all. I just stick to the few I know and most of the time, they don’t stay in my life for long coz I hardly ask them out coz I don’t feel comfortable around male species of humans and I am kind of sick of that sickening feeling. The few who I became comfortable with, end up being my ex boyfriends and now, moo, whom I am very happy with.
Then again, despite all the inaccuracy the old man pointed. I still feel excited seeing him every single time coz it is just so interesting to feel like your life have been predicted although it is not really. And I haven’t been to any kind of fortune telling session with moo before, so I wanted to see that side of him too. Plus, moo haven’t been on a plane before, so this time I can be the smart one and lead him around the airport despite having very bad sense of directions. Once a while, I just feel like acting smart. It’s not a sin, it’s just damn lame.
So, I finally met a friend from Aus who will be in town for a while, it’s been so long since I’ve last seen her and I can’t help but hug her when I saw her. Mutual hug, and it’s not just for the action’s sake, it’s really a hug hug hug.
She changed, her looks a bit here there, but she is always so fit. I feel so damn guilty that I forgot to wish her birthday on her birthday itself and when I remembered, I knew that I have to make up with the birthday present. Thankfully, my understanding of her isn’t wrong at all and I got her just what she needs.
After a whole day of fruitless shopping, we made reservations at Dian Xiao Er at marina square, and I think I went there at a bad time to make the reservations, about an hour before they open for dinner. I feel a bit pai seh. In the middle of the whole eating area, the staff there really stand in 2 straight line facing each other but looking downwards with both hands on their back in a ‘did something wrong’ position. Someone was standing in between the 2 straight line walking up and down and scolding them very loudly, but I had to interrupt and take my queue number. I overheard a bit of the verbal punch and it seems they have some kind of point system whereby when the staff did something wrong in customer service area, points will be deducted. God knows what will happen when the points are down to zero, but they seem very strict on their service attitude.
We paid about $20 each for a very satisfying and chatty meal thankx to the 10% off with my sis’s don’t know what card. If not it would have been $22. That $2 is worth 2 bus ride home after all.
After some more minor shopping, while walking over to azabu sabo for desserts, we walk pass soo kee in the middle of no where so I pointed to the brilliant rose display and say,
Me “hey, that’s the brand of diamond zanguo for for me”
Sister - “oh yeah, so how much is it”
Me - “2.5k”
Sister - “what???” ( jumps in front of me and have a close look at the diamond, although it’s not the first time she see it )
Friend - “ he must have doted on you a lot”
Me – “yeah”
In azabu sabo sitting.
Sister – “I’ve never worn such expensive things before “
Me – “yeah me too, this is my first time”
Sister – “so how does it feels”
Me – “ should be good la, but can’t help and feel a bit stress, when it runs to the back of my neck and occasionally when I touch the front to check, I will have a shock of my life, it can be quite scary. “
Sister – “ha ha”
Everyone is still the same, I am still bad with directions, she is still a shopaholic, my sis still likes to explore around alcoholic drinks, and we’re all still happy.
I was quite a shopaholic during the time when I was in Melbourne too, that I live on snacks and instant noodle for a long period of time. I don’t know what happen to me that made me switch from a shopaholic to a foodaholic. I put on weight and I don’t have many things on hand to soak myself with the satisfying pleasure of shopping with, and everything I totally enjoyed eating turns to shit in the end.
But why? Why couldn’t I resist food.
Not enough will power
Direct translation ‘neng chi shi fu’ being able to eat is a fortunate thing in life.
This shall be my excuse reason from now on if someone tells me to stop eating so much.
Yeah, serve me right for being fat.
Damn it.
Then again, you can’t really blame me when they serve such nice BeiJing Ducks around. Why do I crave for it again in such a short time?
Shall we?? Again?
Maybe not. CONTROL~!!~!!~!~!!
