Sunday, August 31
Tonight
In a pub
with live performance of this nostalgic song
This is an old song, or rather, an outdated one to some.
I used to love this song to bits but it soon became a forgotten parcel of my life.
A short song which tells a lovely story
one that aches your heart
one that makes you give a sigh of sweetness.
Enjoy ~
Love me
By Collin Raye
I read a note my Grandma wrote back in 1923
Grandpa kept it in his coat, and he showed it once to me
He said, "Boy, you might not understand, but a long, long time ago,
Grandma's daddy didn't like me none, but I love your Grandma so.
We had this crazy plan to meet and run away together
Get married in the first town we came to and live forever
But nailed to the tree where we were supposed to meet instead
I found this letter, and this is what it said :
"If you get there before I do
Don't give up on me
I'll meet you when my chores are through
I don't know how long I'll be
But I'm not gonna let you down
Darling wait and see
And between now and then
Til I see you again
I'll be loving you
Love, Me."
I read those words just hours before my Grandma passed away
In the doorway of the church where me and Grandpa stopped to pray
I know I've never seen him cry in all my fifteen years
But as he said these words to her, his eyes fill up with tears
"If you get there before I do
Don't give up on me
I'll meet you when my chores are through
I don't know how long I'll be
But I'm not gonna let you down
Darling wait and see
And between now and then
Til I see you again
I'll be loving you
Love, Me."
Saturday, August 23
Joanna Wang - Lost In Paradise
I know that it might sound strange
But you made my seasons start to change
It happened so suddenly
Like heaven has waited up for me
I've just been looking so long
Kept meeting my Mr.wrong
In every model and every size
Now my fantasy
Is staring at your eyes
Sometimes you think I'm beautiful
But I don't know
I'll keep it to myself
You say it. It feels wonderful
My smile can show
I'm lost in paradise
The letters you wrote to me
Showed me the signs I've never seen
I thought every man I'd want
Falls out of a dating magazine
But now I know that with you
That was so far from the truth
On every page and every line
Now you've my everything
I guess you know how to read my mind
I know
I guess that it shows
The message that flows to me
Make it more worth than make believe
Friday, August 22
For taste
For value
For satisfaction
Taste notes : My own version
Jelly
Lychee
Vanilla
Honey
Apricot
Sweet sweet sweet
Not all ice wine are that fantastic, but some really destroy your mood.
Avoid at all cost
Melted plastic with huge amount of sugar added
Thats how it roughly taste like
I sure do hope other Sauternes don't taste like that
There is still a possibility that my taste bud was trying to be funny that night when I try this bottle of sweet thing
But that would mean that both my sister's and my cousin's taste buds decided to be in cahoots with mine to tease the hell out of us?
Just one of the few Sweet Wines that will be available for tasting during the moon cake festive season.
Banfi Brachetto is a unique red sparkling wine. Sweet and appealing, Brachetto may be enjoyed as a delicious aperitif, between-meal or after-dinner sparkler.
Aromatic with a hint of rose petals and raspberries, Banfi Brachetto d'Acqui is perhaps the only wine in the world that marries well with chocolate, especially dark or bittersweet. Delightful, vivacious and aromatic, it can also be enjoyed with strawberries, fruit salads and a wide range of desserts.
Tuesday, August 19
Like I said, I will post something about the place I’ve went. That French place “le bistrot du sommelier” it’s located at the row of shop houses diagonally opposite of paradise center.
Its open by a French who use to own a small restaurant in a small village in France, but came to Singapore to try out instead. Thank god that he did, if not we wouldn’t have been able to taste wonders, especially when it is just nearby my place.
When we go in, it look like a humble eating place with some nice ambience. Their wine list was superb, a lot of variety but then again, as usual, wines in restaurant = expensive. The good thing is that as long as you buy a bottle from them, they won’t charge you corkage charge even if you bring another 3 or more bottles of wines of your own. I came to a conclusion that their wines are about $30 +- more expensive than the retail price of specialty retail store. So that 30 dollar extra, if you bring in another 2 bottles, ( that makes 3 bottles in total ) it will be as good as corkage charge of $10 per bottle. Which is rather cheap compared to other places of per bottle charges. The wines there though, the cheapest is at 60 dollars.
Their wine menu was so much more to read than their food menu. The food menu was just a piece of paper stuck on a board that looks like a piece of wooden carton that is used to keep bottles in 1/6 dozen.
But that piece of paper was something none of us could figure out at first, we did make out that the 1st two categories are nothing but appetizers, the main was at each category etc, but nothing more. The “semi-in charge” ( I think ) person had to explain to us what the menu is all about because we definitely took long enough to decide our orders and we still look as lost. Attentive point is definitely up for this one. ( no one on my table asked for help, he came initiatively and he did give us ample time to look at the menu before he reckons that maybe we’re lost. Not pushing us or anything at all. )
With his guidance and additional information of three off the menu main course. Rabbit, Lamb, Duck, (forgot the name of those la) we made our order and waited in excitement. They all sounded so interesting.
We didn’t know what to expect coz the only info we all know about is that my brother saying they had good reviews on some food critics website/forums.
We ordered an appetizer platter, which was in fact meant for the consumption of one person only. We didn’t know since its platter and usually, doesn’t that mean that it’s for sharing. We’re informed, but we chose to still just share the appetizer as we don’t really want to burn a hole in our pocket and we’re not sure if it’s that fantastic after all.
They are so nice, they gave us extra servings for our platter. Enough for four of us to have a good taste of everything they have on it. Some of the variety we had to share half half for some la, but they cut the meat thicker so we still have enough to feel satisfied. Both my cousin and my brother had a go on the foie gras and didn’t like it. Who could be happier than to eat what they didn’t like, me and my sister.
The bread, I have to say, the bread they serve with the appetizer. It look like those French bread, long long de, which you cut into many slices and eat with pate or dip them into olive oil etc. The bread they serve was something like that, just darker in color, and super mini size. It’s the whole long bread in super mini size, it is served warm and smells good. The appetizer really served its purpose of getting our stomach ready for the upcoming course.
The food came, it was more than pleasant. Maybe because we don’t frequent French Cuisine at all, but the food there is really something. My brother ordered baby cow thingy… it came rather thin but definitely big in its “area” ( mathematical term ). There was a weird paste on top, so the waiter explained, it is made from anchovies, you might or might not like them, so just have a taste 1st, if you don’t like it, just put it aside, if you like, spread it all over.
The moment I hear the word anchovies, I KNEW I will like it. I said I wanted to ‘try’ it because it’s a typical excuse you use to dig into someone else’s food. And I am right, I LOVE it.
I tried the paste by itself once, and tried it with a chunk of his baby cow once. It tasted differently both time and I love it both time. I am so going to order that the next time I go there, it might be very unadventurous, but what am I to do? I feel in love with it, not my usual self.
My main is next to come and ( when I ordered the rabbit thingy, I felt like there is a glance from either the direction of my brother or my cousin, a glance that means I am the most cruel thing on earth, eating a rabbit ) they still dug into my rabbit. It’s filled with cheese sauce, and although their cheese sauce isn’t the typical cheese sauce.
Although I love it too, good texture and not too thick, you won’t get “er xin” feeling even if you eat up the whole plateful of cheese sauce with the mash potato, I have to say I am not really a fan or rabbit as food after that. That was my 1st rabbit eating and it taste very familiarly like chicken, but the texture was different, but not in my favorite list of meats. But the cheese sauce and mash potato was good, but of but, I still hope I ordered my brother’s baby cow topped with anchovies paste.
The next main up is my sister’s and cousin’s, they decide to share a main for two. Cow donno what, although cut into pieces, it’s still big pieces/chunks. It’s medium done I think, I’ve tried a little, the combination of the beef and their sauce, red wine sauce, I remember the word “balance” came into my mind when trying it. I guess it’s because the smell of beef and the sauce doesn’t cover each other up. It complements each other and you can really taste each of them individually to bits even when you put them all into your mouth together. The only down side is that their medium look a little more uncooked compared to other steaks I’ve tried, some people may not like it. That said, although the meat looks redder and all, it is different… how should I put it…
You know sometimes when you cut up a medium steak, the blood actually flows out… and too much of it might make u “er xin” and lost your appetite. This particular one, although it looks redder, the blood doesn’t drip out or anything, it stays IN, just where it belongs. And the raw taste, in this case it actually kind of taste fresh at the same time, is well kept. Then again, everyone has different palate, one’s medicine can be another’s poison? Lol.
Like how I loved garlic and spring onions and celery and green/onions. Some of you just might not, and I don’t like preserved olives, but some of you might? So whatever I think is nice, might not suit your taste. And the word “well kept” I said up there, if I said something like the fragrance and crispiness of green onions are well kept. Some of you might feel like puking, very subjective indeed, but I can’t figure out a better way to describe raw yet fresh at the same time so there it is, you just got to try to know.
We were not done, it’s time for dessert and we have a bottle of ice wine anyway, why not?
We requested our wine to be opened ( they initiatively offered to store our wine in their chiller when they saw us bringing at the start of our meal even before we start ordering, which is good coz the wine we brought needed to be chilled )
We ordered this chocolate mouse thingy, and another chocolate thingy with pear… both are as nice, but I prefer the one with pear coz the subtle pear-ish taste isn’t covered by the chocolate, the combination was splendid. It’s is light at the same time, good for people who don’t own a 2nd stomach for dessert.
Plus there is one more dessert wine I want to recommend. It’s rather similar to the expensive ones I’ve recommended at about half the price. Of coz, the kracher ones had more intensity, but this one is satisfaction as well. It has the same fruit tart and lychee thingy, with honey texture and taste at the same time. But the first word that came out of my brother’s and my cousin’s mouth when they give it a quick round smell, was the word “jelly” True, it does remind me of jelly once they mention. But it is definitely something sweetoothers would love.
It’s a Muscat from France, one of those gold color liquid in clear bottles. It was so sweet we kind of forgot we’re drinking alcoholic. Plus that bottle was 15% alcohol, quite high even amongst the standard bottles of wine. Surely doesn’t taste like 15% alcohol.
The best part is, although the last order was at 11pm, they allowed us to stay as long as we want. We stayed till nearly 1 am and I had to walk my cousin home. It’s a habit of mine, not sure good or bad, that I die die had to send them home if it’s already so late if they were out with me.
The ironic thing is, following the superlicious dinner, was a long period of super headache from dancing ceilings and hang over as I haven’t been drinking enough water to catch up with the amount of wine I’ve drank since the day before. I puke most of the food out, and oh god.. the following day was worse since I had to go back to work on a morning shift.
Lesson learnt, drink more water if you want to drink more wine ( or any other alcoholic drinks )
Saturday, August 16
It’s been a very lethargic day today, due to my flu still, it’s the block nose thingy that makes your mind feel floaty and all, or maybe it’s the wine tasting that I forgot will happen so I took 2 cold flu panadols about 30 minutes before it that makes my head feels floaty.
This feeling didn’t help when I called up this Italian restaurant to check their closing hours etc and the rudest customer service lady I’ve ever met, picked up the phone.
It’s not like I am out to tarnish the name of the place since I don’t believe I have the power to, plus it already have mix reviews online if you bother to do a search.
It was Trattoria Lafiandra, the Italian restaurant near art museum.
It was a usual Friday night out for dinner with my sister etc, and this time, Trattoria was our target of visit. As I off work at 10 pm every Friday night, I usually want to make sure that their last order for food wasn’t earlier then 11 pm. At the same time check out their corkage charge etc.
I asked my brother to check online for their phone number so I could give them a call, and he did. It turns out there are 2 numbers on the internet, one of it was their prinsep street branch which apparently wasn’t there anymore ( I found out on the phone ) so anyway…. Here is how the conversation is like, not the exact same words, but I didn’t make it sound worse than it is, I just can’t remember, too angry I suppose. I called the number provided for their prinsep street branch since it’s nearer to where I live.
Me : hi, is this trattoria at prinsep street ?
Lady : yes this is trattoria ( some disruption, sound was choppy )
Me : is this another branch from the one at the art musem?
Lady : no, the one at prinsep street has already closed down
Me : (thinking, maybe the distortion before, so when I asked if it’s prinsep street she didn’t hear properly ) oh closed, so this one I am calling now is located at art museum yeah?
Lady : yes.
Me : May I know what time is your last order and what time do you close ?
Lady : our last order is at ( forgot what time, quite early ) and we close at eleven ++ ( I think)
Me : oh, ok ok thank you
This is where the super rude part starts
Lady : can I know who is this? (not in a polite manner at all, very unpleasant already, she sound like she have been constipated for a week or something, pissed…)
Me : ( a little shock but I reckon they might want a name in case I want to make reservation ) erm.. Miss Ho.
Lady : can you at least give an introduction of yourself since you asked so many question? Is this a survey? ( in that super pissed off everyone in the world has offended her kind of tone )
Me : eh… I was thinking of going there for a meal….
Lady : so do you want to make a reservation ? ( Not a pleasant tone as well, in fact super rude and I don’t deserve this )
Me : eh, not now……
Lady : ok bye. (hangs up)
I was dumbfounded. I was in customer service line for quite a while, not too long not too short, but never ever in my life of this line that I have been so rude to anyone before, even to much more fussy customers, I have manage to keep my cool even if every part of my nerves was bursting inside out repeatedly, plus I was merely asking a few questions! I don’t even want to go into what I assume she might have thought where I am from, it is not a valid reason at all to be so freaking rude. It’s not as if I am sexually harassing her or what.
If I have the ability to write a powerful complain letter or some sort, I would! And I am thinking of doing that by reading some powerful complain letter and try to mimic them. It’s not my forte after all plus my language skills aren’t good. But it will only happen if my anger didn’t subside after today, coz I highly doubt I have the energy to do up such an email after being sick and intoxicated the whole day.
This adds to my list of “dislike without having tried” thingy. Like the fade out color for clothes and accessories that have been popping out everywhere. Love it -> felt like getting one -> see it everywhere -> haven’t got one -> got sick of it already.
This restaurant… I haven’t tried their food, I dislike that place already.
I remind me of my dad who also condemn people without having known them first. This sucks.
So after some complaining and collected reviews from the net, we decided not to go to that hard to pronounce restaurant and through my brother’s research, we end up choosing a harder to pronounce restaurant to visit. Not Italian though, it’s French this time.
Try pronouncing this name and you’ll get what I mean, “Le Bistrot du Sommelier” Ok la, maybe not THAT hard to pronounce, I just don’t know how to pronounce that “sommelier” word. It’s one of those that you know the meaning of yet not know how to pronounce word.
I asked my brother to check up on the corkage charge, ( don’t know since when I always feel much better with a bottle of whatever wine, beer, cocktail now adays when having meals like such. ) it’s the 1st time I heard of such method. Maybe I suaku la but, they didn’t need us to pay for corkage charge, but we must buy a bottle of wine from them.
I heard their cheaper bottles ranges about 50 – 60, and I guess it isn’t that bad, I doubt they will those super cheap ones, so if a sells about $35 dollar in retail outlets, and they sell at $50, it will just balance out the corkage charge to be $15. One of the cheaper ones I know already other than FOC.
So I asked my brother to get the white I already have in my room to chill and bring it, so we can have a choice of red or white to go with for our meal ^^ not bad too. Plus I heard they have a wide range of wines too.
If the food there was extra ordinary, I would post it up some days later about how it goes. I sure do hope they don’t have as shitty customer service as Trattoria whatever place.
Guess what, I am back home but drunk, so I will post about it once I am free and sober the next time. All I can say now is that... its freaking good!
Thursday, August 14
Today marks the day of my wine tasting event, held at Swissotel, The Stamford. It was great, fantastic, super great, fabulous. Other then the fact that although my sore throat is gone, my flu and block nose + running nose still persist. Everything was wonderful.
I can’t emphasize enough on how much more I’ve enjoyed this compared to the other 2 I’ve been. The other 2 was good and educational too, but I feel kind of suffocated la. This one, its freedom!
I went up aaaalll the way to the 69th floor of the building, feeling a bit hollowed out in my ear, queued up to get the pass, they gave away notebooks and a pen, which I figured I wouldn’t need but I was wrong, then again, I am probably too lazy to jot down everything I drink. The notebook was in a nice black color though, maybe I should have just gotten it.
The wine range from about 30 to over a hundred dollar. I didn’t really focus so much on the price coz there are already a few that I have in mind which I wanted to try before I am even there.
I proceed straight away to those, of coz I started out with the whites 1st, the bad thing is, because there are more interesting wines than those I wanted to try already, and I ended up drinking more and more. On my 10th glass or so, I couldn’t finish every type of wine I drink anymore, so I had to just take a sip and throw away the rest on this “spit tank” they provided, (unless it is too nice to throw) but the thank goodness thing is that I hardly see anyone spitting, most just take a sip out of the glass to taste and throw the rest into the hour glass shape metal bin. The spitting ones are of the very minority.
I know most of you who actually read this post are probably sweetoothers~ so I have to recommend this particular ice wine which is so damn bloody good. It’s from Austria, just remember the word “Kracher” they have numbers on the labels ranging from 1 to 5, 5 being the sweetest.
I personally preferred the number 2 and 5. I haven’t tried 1. But the number 5, my sweetoothers troupe, I am sure you will enjoy it.
I had a couple of servings of number 5 and they are kind of expensive I tell you ^^
Today I tried one or two of the hundred over dollar red and I have to say, there really is a difference from those not so expensive ones.
The good news is, the difference might not be something you will enjoy though. For me, I really don’t like cherry, so when I drink wines just like the general line of Merlot, light Pinot Noir etc, I don’t exactly like the taste and aroma although I do drink them before I sleep sometimes to make me sleep better.
The hundred over dollar one I’ve tried. Oh my god, because I can’t appreciate cherry, I think this is one of the taste that I’ll actually go after… Not only do they have a nice roasty nose, the taste is as roasty as what you smell. Unlike some that smells quite heavy but they are really rather easy drinking, which is a good thing too, coz some people, like me myself actually, I do take my time to enjoy the aroma more than I take my time to enjoy the taste.
The champagnes they serve are not really my style though. The thing is, from what I read from books, (although some people may say that books are not everything, which I also agree) that a good champagne, when you look at the bubbles coming up from the bottom of the glass, a fine/good champagne will have the bubbles forming a straight line and floating up consistently. This particular one I had though, erm…”Hen *ahem* riot” the bubbles aren’t forming a straight line and the shape they form is like bunches and bunches of bubbles forming diamond shapes or something… it’s consistent but still… I have decided not to “judge the book by its cover” and to my surprise. It’s not that bad, not great, just not bad. Maybe it just doesn’t suit my palate.
I still very much prefer “Joseph Perrier” ( tried last time ) which is a lighter drink, finer bubbles, doesn’t burst your mouth, but gives you tiny little sparks in the mouth.
Although Moet is suppose to be a big producer thingy, but I’ve tried their Australian sparkling( last time ), it burst in my mouth and eeew, I felt like I was drinking a chunk of bubbles with fruity smell, it may be a bit unfair to compare their sparkling wine and other’s champagne, but I do have people telling me about the bubbles in moet, and I think it’s safe to say that it’s something I wouldn’t like. It has proven something though, many people always feels that more expensive the better, Joseph Perrier is the cheapest among those three brands I’ve mentioned. ( I am taking moet champagne into consideration, not their sparkling )
I’ve sneakingly tried their Muscato d’Asti though, the reason why I say sneakingly, is because some ONE told me that Muscato is just a drink for fun thingy, not something for those people who are seriously drinking. But you know what? I enjoy muscato, and I don’t think it’s not for serious drinker ~ I tried 3 different types so far and there are differences in different labels. Plus, quite a number of customers who knows a lot about wine and was already into wines much longer than me and my uncle, actually love muscatos with their Chinese cuisine, spicy or salty or sweet.
The muscato I tried today was Italian Saracco Muscato d’Asti. It was supposedly one of the best Muscato around in the world. It was indeed quite good, the slight frizziness in this one didn’t cover up the little bit of sweetness the wine has to offer. Sometimes it does, or maybe because what I’ve drank before this particular glass, heightened it’s sweetness in a way, I am really not sure, after all, different wine taste differently on different occasion. For one, I really got to say I enjoyed the 2008 count down one last December very much. Especially after I’ve drank the Sparkling Pinot Shiraz I’ve brought.
Just like I said, again, this wine tasting is a good one, because, because, because I finally found a white that I can say I didn’t like. It’s that awkward taste that I didn’t know how to appreciate, again, it may be just my palate thingy but well.. I am glad there is one that I didn’t like. So far, I’ve like all the whites I’ve tried because they all had their own style and differences, this one too, its own style, but the wrong kind of style, at least for me.
Ok, other than the good and bad of wines , the wine tasting this time, although it’s a private wine tasting too, there are a lot of people there, most of them in groups actually, and I think there is this particular guy who was just like me, went there alone. I just have to mention this a bit because this is the first time someone else other then the supplier or wine maker actually talk to me during my wine events visiting.
As I was making my check out round and drinking water to clear some taste before going for another drinking round, looking at the beautiful crystal glassware display etc, this fella came up to me, pointing to my glass of water and ask “how’s the wine”
I raised my glass and look at it making sure this is really water I am drinking and the glass is absolutely not a wine glass, then look at him with this confused pair of eyes wondering if he is drunk or I am. Then I realized,
Oh, he was joking, I didn’t know.
After talking and exchanging name cards and all ( I am not someone who can carry on a conversation ) we both went our separate way. Then suddenly out of nowhere when I am looking for a normal wine glass, ( too many people and not enough supply of normal wine glass )
He : do you want some Champange?
Me : eh, no its ok thank you.
He : (proceed over to take two champagne glasses) The rose or the white?
Me : eh, ok the rose then.
Didn’t regret trying the rose coz it was better than the white one, but I really suspect he’s a little drunk. “sure, yes” and “no, it’s ok” sounds a little different doesn’t it?
I was making my third round after having a little slice of French with a drop of vinegar to ease up the thick layer of whatever on my tongue.
All in all it is very enjoyable, tried about 15 different type of wines and had more servings on those that I liked, especially Kracher Number 5, at one point he even accidentally poured extra big portion which I of coz, gladly take it. Haven’t got drunk but I am full on wines and another 70% I will feel like I just want to lie down and sleep, but I have to work later, so I reckon it’s time to stop.
I was walking towards the exit when, there he pops out again. No he is not irritating or what, actually I am glad that he is around so I don’t feel so alone as there isn’t many who came to the event alone, but he does kind of scare me a little since most of the time he pop out of nowhere. Had a little chat before I go off.
I went off happily and eat a bit of snake to get a brown eye shadow at Robinsons, I regretted getting the maybeline one, I should have gotten the kose one, it’s so much easier to glide on, but the maybeline one is easy to glide on my hand, I forgot eye shadows are for eyes… damn…
I felt guilty eating snake anyway so I hop on a cab and went to work with my tomato face wearing a big smile, having enjoyed this trip. But after the alcohol clears up a bit and I am a little more normal, I regretted leaving so early as there are still many wines I haven’t tasted. The next time there is a wine tasting, I hope I can do it on a day where I can just go, drink, and go home. So I don’t have to worry so much about having to work after drinking =<>.< and if possible, would anyone want to go with me =P, got ice wines~~~~~ free flow~~~
Wednesday, August 13
Went to this place today to get lip balm, my lips are peeling too much and it looks too ghouly so it's time to put something on it. I am tired of eating my own peeled lips every time.
That lady there is freaking good, and nice. I was looking at their hand lotion for a while, and she recommended me all their diff type, but when I asked if any of them is good for sweaty palm, she honestly tells me nothing there is.
I was impressed that she didn’t add on with things like the hand lotion itself is good for dry skin etc and trying hard to sell even after me mentioning my hand is also dry in general, just gets sweaty and all.
So anyway, after looking around, 2 things tells me they are worth a try. But instead if ending up bagging just these 2 I bought…
As you can see…. The 2 in the middle with its box behind is the things I bought. The rest, samples. Generous aren’t they?
Another good news, PnB (Pamela and Blackie) keke. The birthday vouchers translated into this
I thought I gonna end up using it near the dec sales, but I think my hand is a little too itchy to wait that long
Since I have taken 2 pictures, I looked over at my cabinet and thought, maybe I should just take some extra…
Maybe this is what you want to call, a female’s stash
It’s messy and kua zhang, but but… hhmmm my hand too itchy….
and yes Viki, the earrings you give me is in that box, the black box. I wear it once a while only, because most of the time, it stays in the box as I don't want to lose it or something. With me, you know very well it is possible.
Here I end my messy entry to go back to my bed and watch the One Piece anime. Yes world, I am a 24 years old still watching anime like a kid and it is not a sin! Just like retail therapy, it has the same effect on me, more or less.
Monday, August 11
So, 1st pedicure.
Foot before Pedicure :
Dead skin all over, and some due to past injury, stuck under nails beside nails where it meets the flesh
Super thick nails, the unusual kind
Uneven cuticles that always spoils the look of nail polish
Rough hardened skin at the heel of foot area that I use to scratch itchy part of my legs when I got the “kiao kar” mood at home
Foot after Pedicure :
Those white layer of things gone
Thickness of nails reduce to normal after some ferocious digging
Cuticles removed, and nail polish looks clean and neat
All the dead skin stuck here and there due to past injury seems to be 80-90% gone
I can’t scratch my itchy leg with the heels of foot any longer, coz it’s too soft, doesn’t have the rough scratching function le
Location : Plaza Singapura Good Earth Nail Spa
Staff were alright, kind of expensive. Staff not too chatty, maybe because I have blackie with me, but that is good. I am not sure if they’re the same if I blackie is not with me though.
Good scrapping etc, a little weird but I think that’s just because I am not used to it. A little ticklish sometimes, but well there is this feeling that is not pain but near to it, but just feel awkward when they’re digging, maybe coz of my sensitivity towards people handling my nails.
All in all, it was a good experience, obviously my feet feels cleaner now, in fact, I can actually see it’s cleaner, in better shape, and looks nicer, tidy.
I will go for more pedicure in the future when I am not lazy and when I am free, but maybe somewhere not as costly as this place.
*hunting mode*
Saturday, August 9
So, I did the classic way of will-powering myself into controlling my food intake. Putting my not so fat photo and my fat photo in front of me, letting me see it every single day.
And because we’re now living in a digital world, instead of photos on walls, it was photos on wallpaper.
My cousin today, upon entering the premises of my room, was super shocked at my desperate attempt to slim down after she turned on my monitor. I can just imagine her face… from =O to -_-
I use to play this song on repeat a zillion years ago, and lately, for no apparent reason, I suddenly remembered this song again. It was in my forgotten library but it woke up.
So there you go.
In Santa Monica, in the wintertime,
The lazy streets so undemanding
I walk into the crowd
In Santa Monica, you get your coffee from
The coolest places on the promenade
Where people dress just so
Beauty so unavoidable, everywhere you turn
It's there.
I sit and wonder what am I doing here?
But on the telephone line I am anyone
I am anything I want to be.
I could be a super model or Norman Mailer
And you wouldn't know the difference
Or would you?
In Santa Monica, all the people got modern names
Like Jake or Mandy
And modern bodies too
In Santa Monica, on the boulevard,
You'll have to dodge those in-line skaters
Or they'll knock you down
I never felt so lonely,
Never felt so out of place
I never wanted something more than this
But on the telephone line I am anyone
I am anything I want to be
I could be a super model or Norman Mailer
And you wouldn't know the difference
On the telephone line, I am any height
I am any age I want to be
I could be a caped crusader, or space invader
And you wouldn't know the difference
Or would you?
Or would you?
But on the telephone line I am anyone
I am anything I want to be
I could be a super model or Norman Mailer
And you wouldn't know the difference
On the telephone line, I am any height
I am any age I want to be
I could be a caped crusader, or space invader
And you wouldn't know the difference
Or would you?
Tuesday, August 5
So, went to the event. And why am I not surprise? Someone gave me the wrong info again. This time round though, I can’t really be bothered. Everything went quite well, other than not knowing how to response correctly in some circumstances, but I got used to this kind of slight embarrassment. Knowing there will still be more, I can’t help but get use to it.
The people there who went as guest, I guess all of them are about 2 decades older than me. It does tense me up a little, but seeing how they talk among themselves and have me just listening and eat my cheese and drink my wine. I didn’t know what to say, just trying to figure out what they’re talking about, a bit here and there. They are all friendly faces, nothing intimidating and they ease the air around me a little, or maybe it’s just the wine.
I turned down an invitation to a dinner after that so I could bring my monitor with dead pixel back for an exchange, good thing is the one I changed for didn’t have any problem, I am glad.
I hope tomorrow is a good day, lately I haven’t felt very good. There is nothing to worry about or stress me out, I am just simply down, I don’t know why. I wish something good will happen so that this feeling fades away. Lately, it has been too stale.
Why do I feel suffocated? I felt like things have changed, it was nothing about you, but everything about me, it is just different. I feel a different, yet unable to comprehend. What hit me? Is it good or is it bad? Or is it just reality? Maybe, it’s just post menstruational mood swing. Need a few days to find out then…
Sunday, August 3
1st time, restaurant, expected a person doing all the talking coz I was told so. Felt cheated coz everyone brought someone along and instead of one person doing the talking, everyone did the talking, and I am the only one without a partner, looking lost. Enjoyed the wine tasting, and the two hours went by alright. The best part is that I am able to try different type of wines for free, I drank so much I almost pee-ed my pants before I could reach the ladies but I really did get stuck in the public toilet after that, faulty door.
2nd time, 5 stars hotel, haven’t happen yet but I heard again, there will be a person who does the talking. Not sure how much of that to believe, but I was told I really have to be there on time, so I guess the chance is pretty high. Have to dress up, hate this part. But I heard there are a few bottles of a hundred over dollar wines to taste. That price raised my eyebrow and ignited my curiosity, made me really look forward to it. It’s a good chance for me to try to taste the differences between the slightly more expensive wines, and the ones I usually drink. This time, the sub-host wasn’t expecting me but someone else who pretended that he will turn up but sent me instead. Plus this time again, I haven’t got someone to go with me because of its schedule. Maybe it’s a good time for me to get used going to such events alone since I foresee many of these coming up. That’s the problem with not having known anyone whose working hours are like mine.
Would someone nice fall from the sky and turn up for the events with me? Or do I really have to just get use to it. The answer is obvious, but damn I hate it.
With him, there isn’t anything to hide. My drooling at night, my farting under the blankets, slimy all over my face when I sneeze during a super bad flu. When my fart gets really loud and smelly and when my temperamental self kicks in.
He can tell when I am just trying to be unreasonable to get my way, he can also tell when I lied to him sometimes, he can also tell when I was hiding something, or he can also tell when I am up to something. Most of the time, he just let me have my way, even when he knows nothing good turns up.
There are times when things get serious, and he wouldn’t let me have my way. Even I myself know that I am the unreasonable one, no reasons for him to give in at all. But I insisted, and once a while I manage to force out a wronged face although I know I wasn’t, or put on an angry face, just so he will give in. He almost always does, but sometimes with a little bit punishment on my side which most the time I am willing to comply.
After the little punishment brought on me, I go back to my usual temperamental self, and blames him on every little wrong or right thing he do, and he knows, that I am just trying to act ego from the unwillingness of having went through the punishment. Punishments like making a jug of Milo for him, or dropping by cold storage tomorrow to get 2 liter of Marigold Milk for him.
The one method that always breaks this part of me was for him to smile at me with that “I know what you are doing” pairs of eyes. I always end up giggling because I felt like I was caught doing something cheeky.
Sometimes I wonder, how can he tell? My angry face in front of him was top notch, my unreasonability sounds over powering and very bitchy. Yet he knows what I am really up to.
To me, he is this simple, a little innocent, plain, but sickeningly pure person, whom I can never imagine being without, at least not after I’ve met him.
PS : This post is only about some of his good side. If I were to make a post about his bad as well, who knows how long it will be. But then again, it’s a package and I love this package.
I was quite disappointed when I saw it, it was expensive. I ordered what I saw on the menu, tiger prawns with balsamic vinegar and French fries. What I didn’t expect was, it really came out like that...
*pink = prawn
*green=onion
*yellow=fries
No dripping appetizing looking sauce. It looked dry, full of fries. Three tiger prawns shrunk from the cooking and three balsamic onions and yes the fries. It was a 33 dollar main course, expensive I thought, really expensive. The fries, maybe three dollars, The balsamic onions, maybe another three dollars, so that makes the prawns to be nine dollars each.
My heart bled as I look at the dish feeling pathetic. I thought it will end up being one of the worst expensive meals ever.
I was taken in by surprise.
The prawns, they really look pathetic, no doubt. They taste very different from what one would expect from its look. Everyone was teasing me asking how does my ten dollar prawn taste like and I couldn’t answer at first, still trying to figure out what is this thing, so I said “it doesn’t taste like any other prawns I’ve ever eaten.”
Whatever I said wasn’t convincing because of the look I had before I put one of those things in my mouth. So I offered a piece for them to try. They did, each person who tried raise their eyebrow with a surprise look on their face, wondering. “mmmmm, it IS truly different”
The pathetic looking prawn, when shelled and eaten, had juices coming out from within. Although of coz, as it was already dry looking, you can’t expect it to be all that juicy. But whatever juice it had left, was really like the essence of the dish. They did a pretty damn good job marinating it although it doesn’t look marinated. The taste of different spices was right inside the typical looking prawn although it wasn’t visibly there. Unlike those casually marinated prawns where the flavor can only be tasted from the outer layer, and the inside just taste like… prawn. This one had its flavor burst from the inside. I am not very good with names of spices but I am sure, if someone who is familiar with those names had a taste of that mysterious prawn, he can name the spices out one by one, the different types used to marinate the prawn.
Those who tried it agreed, the prawn was definitely well made. For me though, 33 dollars for 3 prawns was kind of too expensive. It does make me want to go back for more, but I think I will find it harder to part with my dollars than to tolerate my cravings for it.
It was at via Veneto, Clarke Quay Block E.
If you have some extra cash to spare, you might want to drop by and try.
I don’t recall if I made a post about the zombie nightmare that involved almost every living person I know that I remember. There was this once though, sometime ago. And last night, I got another similar bad dream.
It was about a hell dog, not those 3 heads big brown or black dogs with spikey collars. But pink human flesh color that felts like squishy rubber that have a set of poisonous/viral teeth.
The bad dream started out to be a very adventurous and full of surprises type of dream. I was walking a path right outside a festival fun fair and many people brought their pet dogs along.
There are some super tiny dogs, some furry and big that is taller than me, some colorful ones and most of them are nice and wonderful, friendly, adorable and huggable.
The sweet dream turns into a nightmare at this point where I come across this pink ugly looking dog. With sharp jaws-like teeth, it was looking angry and full of hatred. On one look I know that the dog is nothing but bad, trouble and danger. That human flesh color didn’t help.
I didn’t know where I got the idea from, but I immediately warn the people nearby that if bitten by the dog, something bad will happen, like you might turn into something else or what. I just seems to know it.
The pink ugly dog started chasing me, looking like it has locked on my as his target. I ran, along with the others who realized that the dog is no cutey pet.
For some reason, again, a lot of people who seldom even come to my mind even a second flash, participated in my dreams. They became caring and kind people who I would sacrifice to protect. I gave them directions and help in escaping from the pink bad dog while tackling it.
Until now I can still remember the sound of the human flesh dog when I jump on it with a layer of cardboard in between. The texture of it when it went flat, but still struggling. Flat but not dead, it’s just waiting for me to get off so he can regain his normal 3D size. It has huge strength that could really topple me if I left myself open for just a little bit.
Smart and cunning at the same time, trapping us here and there, looking for loopholes in the group and waiting for its chance. Its chance to strike was always found on me for some reason, maybe because I was the main character of my own dream, thus the most dramatic one.
Stabbed by dagger, sliced by sword, hammered by … well… hammer and burnt by blazing flame. Nothing can stop it. I haven’t tried drowning, that might have worked, who knows.
The nightmare went on for a really long time, it didn’t feel like it was a nightmare. It felt like it was 10 nightmares that blended themselves and sculptured into one, whatever it was, it was nothing good.
The pink dog was still alive, people still running with my guidance (surprisingly I wasn’t a person without sense of direction in the dream ). I am still thinking of ways and using things that I could find around myself to tackle the dog, if possible, kill.
It was then that I heard a familiar tune. A music that symbolize the end of nightmare, a song that I always hope to hear when I was in the midst of nightmare ( like I could tell ). The music from the alarm I set on my phone before the nightmare started.
And then I realized, the very bad truth about the nightmare.
It freaking hell wasted the hours of my sleep almost completely and I felt like I haven’t sleep at all. Bloody pink dog.
So, ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls.
The next time you see the same pink dog that I’ve vaguely described above. Please, before you punch yourself out of that pointless nightmare, try drowning it a little and see if it can die. So it won’t appear in my dreams ever again.
