Sometime this time last year, Suanie called me up in the middle of the night (around 2am), asking me if I wanted to go Bali. In my half asleep mode I must've agreed to it because there we were almost a year later, in the Air Asia plane on the way to Bali, on a fine Thursday night.
Being the lazy ass that I shamelessly am, I conveniently left all the planning to Suanie. From itinerary to hostel bookings - everything was managed by Suanie via the internetz. All I had to do was sit on my ass, give her some indication of how much I was willing to spend (not a lot) and give my opinions on lodging and destination selected by Suanie. Hehehe, thanks a mill babe. Until the evening we took off, I still wasn't sure of the details of our trip. All I know was that we were going to stay in some hostel, climb some volcano (I thought she was kidding), eat some babi guling somewhere, check out the sunset at some nice expensive place and make a trip to Tanah Lot. :P
So Air Asia was on time - I know right, should've bought a 4D ticket. QZ 8395 I think. Inwardly, I was a little apprehensive about the whole swine flu thing, but thought that if it was time, it was time, let fate decide (and here I am still blogging, thank you powers that be). 3 hours and a bottle of overpriced bottled water later, we finally arrived at the Bali airport.
Have I mentioned before how much I really hate our LCCT? I have? Well, here's a reminder, I really, really, really hate LCCT with every fibre of my being. It's so chaotic, random and the layout so badly planned it was as if a 5 year old had designed it. If I was god I would used my divine powers to obliterate this sorry piece of excuse for a plane terminal away from face of this earth with my thunderbolts. Or a level 10 fireball.
By the time we got out of the Bali airport it was nightfall. Around 10 maybe? Outside the airport greeting us were swarms of touters. I thought that there were too many touters in KLIA, but in the Bali airport the numbers were multiplied by at least 5. Feeling hot, tired, cranky, and to be greeted by scums of the universe at the first step into a foreign country doesn't really make a visitor feel welcomed. I think suanie and I were ready to take the first flight back to Malaysia, or at least, I was. I don't quite know how to articulate the feeling I had at this point of time, but it was a mix of intense hatred and extreme annoyance caused in part by the uncomfortable as fuck air asia seats, partly by the touters, and partly by the fact that it was bloody late at night.
Thing is, I've been here many years ago with my family, but didn't recalled the outside bit of the airport so chaotic.
Of course we were approached by a few touters charging us some pretty ridiculous (on retrospect, not really lah) prices to take us to our hostel. Suanie being suanie layaned them very friendly-like while in my mind I was screaming at her to just ignore them, but with the obvious lack of telepathic powers, I couldn't transfer my thoughts to her. After a while they left us alone, but a couple of them had a really unfriendly face after which made me even more jittery.
We spend a little time wandering around the area looking for a legitimate taxi line or a counter, because I didn't care how third world this country I was sure that there HAD to be one! AHAH FOUND ONE! But there were like 10 people ahead of us ARGH. We spent at least 20 mins queuing and it was finally our turn. RPH 50,000 (abt RM20) to central Kuta. eventhough it was 20-30k lesser than what the touters offered I still think it was a damn rip off. Annoyance level increased twofolds.
Not only was this driver bloody unfriendly and looked like he could rob us at knifepoint, this motherless lying pond scum had the nerve to bloody tell us that he won't be able to drop us at our hostel front because the lane where the hostel was located at is too tiny for a cab to go through. We didn't argue because we didn't know better and agreed that it was okay as long as he could show us how to get to our hostel by foot. Thank you so much for the bloody vague direction you useless piece of shit. We must've spent what felt like hours (less than 15 mins tbh) wandering around the tiny badly litted lane surrounded by closed shops looking for the right lane. Kept asking every white person for the right direction because hey, in a foreign land, you can only trust another tourist to not lie to you. Suanie had a humogous rolling bag which was pretty damn horrible to carry about town with uneven lanes and at so late into the night, I felt so bad for her. Berat mata memandang......
I regret until now that I didn't take a picture of his damn cab to plaster it all over the blog and other tourist advisor sites to tell everyone to STAY AWAY from this cheating ass wipe. Because we found out the next day that he could very well enter the lane through another way. ANGER! HULKRAGE! CRUSHCAB! CRUSHDRIVER!
We finally found the hostel - which looked really dodgy and shabby on the outside. If we weren't already disheartened from our airport and cabby experience, the exterior of the hostel would've killed all our spirits. At this point, we couldn't care less anymore. Just give us a damn place to chuck our things sit and lie down and a place to shower kthx. We checked in, walked in, and lo and behold, the interior was bloody fantastic. It was like we walked into a secret garden which as maintained by fairy creatures. 2 swimming pools, lots of plants, well maintained lawn. Ever 5 steps we took Suanie and I went "WOAH. WOAH. WOAH!". Definitely more than meets the eye.
We were shown to our room, which had all the basic amenities, 2 super single beds & blankets, a tv, mini bar, cupboards, aircond, shower, toilet, sink. No toiletries though, but that was expected so no complains there.
So I thanked the heavens that something went right that night, chucked our stuff, and together with Suanie, went out to the nearest pub for some booze.
After a couple of big bottled Bintang and a glass of arrak cocktail, we were ready to call it a night..... not too peacefully because everything creaked and the walls were too thin but oh well, one has to stop bitching sometime, right?
I think at the end of the night, I might have said something to the effect that we've been through what was probably the worst parts of the trip and things could only get better. But not sure if it was out loud or in my mind only, heh.
No pictures on the first day because while going through our fantastic night adventures, I really couldn't be bothered. Will beautify post later after stealing some from Suanie.
Read Suanie's version of our first "day" here.
P/s: Mum, if you are reading this, we were never at any point of time, in danger. It was just a little scary at times, but mostly a whole lot of inconvenience. The whole place very safe one, hehe. You know lah bloggers. Have to add in more spice to make story interesting mah. :P
Friday, May 22, 2009
Monday, May 11, 2009
Words + Images Makes a Post Too.
Yup, this is going to be one of those "today I woke up and had cornflakes and have nothing else of interest to say" post.
Do you remember Care Bears? I do. I'm an 80s child and the best times for cartoon I would argue, would be during MY time! I don't see the cartoon being aired but it looks like the toys are back in a big way. Big ones, small ones, some as big as you.
Do you remember the catchy theme song?
Let's do the Care Bear Countdown
And send a wish out through the air
Just do the Care Bear Countdown
When you need them they'll be there
Do the Care Bear's Countdown 5, 4, 3, 2, 1~
I don't remembered their names though, do you? But they are so bright and cheerful looking aren't they? Makes me wanna get a whole lot of them just to brighten up my dreary apartment.
When I was back in Malaysia I had the biggest craving for some good ol' KFC.
It was so awesome I almost cried. But right after inhaling the whole meal my tongue felt so damn itchy. And it was itchy for the rest of the day. Argh. No! Is this really happening to me?? Has my tongue gotten acclimatised to the lack of MSG?!?!?! NOOOOOOOO!
Some drinkies had to be done last week. I had some Macallan. It's not too bad at all with water and ice.
Also had my first taste of a Moet. Personally, I feel it's overrated.
I've also discovered that I'm not a big fan of bubblies. It's too... gassy and sweet for me. Give me some nice tasting beer and hard liquor anytime. Which by the way, I might have to cut down on pretty soon. I'm pretty sure that it's fucking up my short and medium term memory, attention span and my vocabulary.
Someone told me that it's sexy to see a girl drink champagne. I wonder if it has anything to do with the fact that when the girl takes a sip of her drink she looks like she's holding a phallic object to her mouth?
I had a Yoshinoya ricebowl for lunch today. I don't care what anybody says but I think their rice bowls are goddamn tasty. It's really not bad for SGD6.50 which is basically the same price as a McD's value meal but healthier.
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The beef ricebowl for the win! It's the only ricebowl I will ever have. Forget about the chicken,fish or the ramen. Take only the beef rice bowl. Only the beef!!!!
And then for dinner today I tar pau-ed a packet of white rice to go along with some homemade chicken cabbage soup which turned out very, very nicely thanks for asking and yes,I'm very proud of myself too! Mum! Can you teach me some more easy to cook stuff when I get back? Kthx!!!
Goodnight!
Do you remember Care Bears? I do. I'm an 80s child and the best times for cartoon I would argue, would be during MY time! I don't see the cartoon being aired but it looks like the toys are back in a big way. Big ones, small ones, some as big as you.
Do you remember the catchy theme song?
Let's do the Care Bear Countdown
And send a wish out through the air
Just do the Care Bear Countdown
When you need them they'll be there
Do the Care Bear's Countdown 5, 4, 3, 2, 1~
I don't remembered their names though, do you? But they are so bright and cheerful looking aren't they? Makes me wanna get a whole lot of them just to brighten up my dreary apartment.
When I was back in Malaysia I had the biggest craving for some good ol' KFC.
It was so awesome I almost cried. But right after inhaling the whole meal my tongue felt so damn itchy. And it was itchy for the rest of the day. Argh. No! Is this really happening to me?? Has my tongue gotten acclimatised to the lack of MSG?!?!?! NOOOOOOOO!
Some drinkies had to be done last week. I had some Macallan. It's not too bad at all with water and ice.
Also had my first taste of a Moet. Personally, I feel it's overrated.
I've also discovered that I'm not a big fan of bubblies. It's too... gassy and sweet for me. Give me some nice tasting beer and hard liquor anytime. Which by the way, I might have to cut down on pretty soon. I'm pretty sure that it's fucking up my short and medium term memory, attention span and my vocabulary.
Someone told me that it's sexy to see a girl drink champagne. I wonder if it has anything to do with the fact that when the girl takes a sip of her drink she looks like she's holding a phallic object to her mouth?
I had a Yoshinoya ricebowl for lunch today. I don't care what anybody says but I think their rice bowls are goddamn tasty. It's really not bad for SGD6.50 which is basically the same price as a McD's value meal but healthier.
alt="P1010471" />The beef ricebowl for the win! It's the only ricebowl I will ever have. Forget about the chicken,fish or the ramen. Take only the beef rice bowl. Only the beef!!!!
And then for dinner today I tar pau-ed a packet of white rice to go along with some homemade chicken cabbage soup which turned out very, very nicely thanks for asking and yes,I'm very proud of myself too! Mum! Can you teach me some more easy to cook stuff when I get back? Kthx!!!
Goodnight!
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
The Lull.
So.. my current tasks entails me to be in Singapore for long periods of time. In between my stay in Singapore I would go back once or twice a month just to stock up my lungs with the polluted Malaysia air otherwise it'll collapse and die. Also to stock up my appetite with the food of course, otherwise *I* will collapse and die. Sorry Singaporeans, I really can't stop bitching about the city local food. I've heard that food around your hdb flats are awesome but heartland areas are like another continent to me.
Anyway, one of the worst parts of going back to Singapore after a short stay in Malaysia is the waiting period for the flight. The freaking airport is like a no moving time zone. It's like the place where time goes to take its last breathe and pass on. It's okay if you're in the airport with someone, or if you know you're off for a holiday. Not so great when you are there by your lonesome, especially after a really hectic schedule in Malaysia spending time with everyone you care about and running errands, waiting for the damn flight to take you back to the land without smiles, for work.
So you're there at the airport. You go through the motion - check in, immigration check, then move to the waiting hall. You tell yourself you'll bring a book along with you - just to pass the waiting time during the no moving time period. Sure you've got the laptop - but it's too much of a bloody hassle taking it out of your bag, waiting for it to boot, and then having the wifi function seek out a wireless connection which may or may not be working - you know lah Malaysia. Gaya ada, mutu... dipersoalkan. So fuck the laptop. You have the book. And you know you're not really concentrating on the book because you keep staring at the watch willing with every fibre of your being for time pass but it's only been 20 seconds since you last checked. Crap. Rinse and repeat another 30 times.
Then you look around and you notice there are happy shiny people with their happy shiny partners smiling talking, in their damn casual clothes and their damn screaming kids and their damn bright happy suitcases. And you picture in your mind squishing them with your bare hands because who are you kidding? You're blooding miserable and everybody else around you should feel just like you goddamnit. Argh screaming kids. I hate screaming kids. Slap the parents! Mind squish everyone!
You read another paragraph of your book. Watch check. Oh god why is it taking so long. Look up and see what's playing on the LCD above you. What's the point? It's muted anyway. Your eyes are too lazy to move anywhere else so it stays staring at the LCD. Oh good, it's almost time to go... but WAIT where is the bloody plane? Ding dong. Sorry your flight is delayed by another 30 bloody minutes. Fuck you Air Asia. Out of 10 flights I've taken with you you've been late 8 fucking times. Paragraph, watch, LCD, mindsquish. Rinse and repeat.
Plane finally comes. You go in. Sit in the miserable cramp seat. Paragraphs, watch check. Served paid in advance single serving food. Eat it without tasting anything. Touch down. Get out. Immigration. Taxi. 90 minutes later it's just you, your luggage and your dark, empty, apartment.
Then that familiar feeling creeps into you, that feeling which clutches at your stomach, squeezes your heart, clouds your head with greyness, steals away all your happiness.
Ohai, loneliness.
It usually goes away after a few days. But the first night is always the hardest to get by.
Anyway, one of the worst parts of going back to Singapore after a short stay in Malaysia is the waiting period for the flight. The freaking airport is like a no moving time zone. It's like the place where time goes to take its last breathe and pass on. It's okay if you're in the airport with someone, or if you know you're off for a holiday. Not so great when you are there by your lonesome, especially after a really hectic schedule in Malaysia spending time with everyone you care about and running errands, waiting for the damn flight to take you back to the land without smiles, for work.
So you're there at the airport. You go through the motion - check in, immigration check, then move to the waiting hall. You tell yourself you'll bring a book along with you - just to pass the waiting time during the no moving time period. Sure you've got the laptop - but it's too much of a bloody hassle taking it out of your bag, waiting for it to boot, and then having the wifi function seek out a wireless connection which may or may not be working - you know lah Malaysia. Gaya ada, mutu... dipersoalkan. So fuck the laptop. You have the book. And you know you're not really concentrating on the book because you keep staring at the watch willing with every fibre of your being for time pass but it's only been 20 seconds since you last checked. Crap. Rinse and repeat another 30 times.
Then you look around and you notice there are happy shiny people with their happy shiny partners smiling talking, in their damn casual clothes and their damn screaming kids and their damn bright happy suitcases. And you picture in your mind squishing them with your bare hands because who are you kidding? You're blooding miserable and everybody else around you should feel just like you goddamnit. Argh screaming kids. I hate screaming kids. Slap the parents! Mind squish everyone!
You read another paragraph of your book. Watch check. Oh god why is it taking so long. Look up and see what's playing on the LCD above you. What's the point? It's muted anyway. Your eyes are too lazy to move anywhere else so it stays staring at the LCD. Oh good, it's almost time to go... but WAIT where is the bloody plane? Ding dong. Sorry your flight is delayed by another 30 bloody minutes. Fuck you Air Asia. Out of 10 flights I've taken with you you've been late 8 fucking times. Paragraph, watch, LCD, mindsquish. Rinse and repeat.
Plane finally comes. You go in. Sit in the miserable cramp seat. Paragraphs, watch check. Served paid in advance single serving food. Eat it without tasting anything. Touch down. Get out. Immigration. Taxi. 90 minutes later it's just you, your luggage and your dark, empty, apartment.
Then that familiar feeling creeps into you, that feeling which clutches at your stomach, squeezes your heart, clouds your head with greyness, steals away all your happiness.
Ohai, loneliness.
It usually goes away after a few days. But the first night is always the hardest to get by.
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Booze, Booze, Booze & A Random Pic
Was at Bar-stop hear the somerset area last week for their 5th anniversary. 5-8pm house pour on the house. 8pm onwards 5 bucks per drink. Very cheap! There's a pretty decent jazz live band too which played decent ignorable songs but not too ignorable because it's on the loud side. The bartenders are really nice too! :) One of the house pour they had was a sake brand which was served in a wooden square "cup".
*hic*
Behold my friend's collection of limited edition vodka containers and various other booze. I want.
Champagne bottles in a row. Had a proper taste of all of them, but the second from the left was my favourite. Discovered that drinking too much champagne makes me incredibly sleepy. Thanks for the awesome evening guys! :D
Spotted near the Funan Digitalife Mall:
Check out the website. Puts our government agency websites to shame doesn't it.
Today was so long it actually felt like it was a Friday. Had some beer and hotdog and my favourite bar which I will blog about very, very soon.
Goodnight.
*hic*
Behold my friend's collection of limited edition vodka containers and various other booze. I want.
Champagne bottles in a row. Had a proper taste of all of them, but the second from the left was my favourite. Discovered that drinking too much champagne makes me incredibly sleepy. Thanks for the awesome evening guys! :D
Spotted near the Funan Digitalife Mall:
Check out the website. Puts our government agency websites to shame doesn't it.
Today was so long it actually felt like it was a Friday. Had some beer and hotdog and my favourite bar which I will blog about very, very soon.
Goodnight.
Saturday, April 25, 2009
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
KFC, Timbre, Glenlivet, Desigual.
Had the cravings for KFC today. Despite the numerous warnings to stay away from KFC in Singapore (from both countrymen and locals alike) but when you have cravings, you just don't ignore it.
SGD6.50 for a 2 piece value meal. I noticed the difference almost immediately:
Wanna try and guess what's wrong with this picture?
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That's RIGHT!
THE BUN IS MISSING.
WHY?
IS THERE A NO CARB MOVEMENT HERE AS WELL? GEEZUS.
Anyway, no surprises here - everybody was right. The taste was muted, only the skin had SOME taste, but if you actually go deeper into the meat (oh god that sounds wrong) nearer the bone it's practically tasteless.
The chicken itself is not juicy nor tender. Probably because it was flown all the way from Australia and frozen for weeks and thawed JUST before they cook it for the day.
The mash potato, while looking exactly like what we have back home in Malaysia, tastes very strongly of black pepper. Singaporeans really love their black pepper in everything. Since I'm not a big fan of black pepper, this is not great for me.
All in all, a very disappointing and unfulfilling experience. I had taste it to believe it.
On other news:
Timbre's (Stamford Road) Kilkenny is watered down. How do I know this? Because I had that super duper creamy Kilkenny at that Irish pub near my place which name still escapes me until today and the taste, the feel, everything about it is still so fresh in my head like I just had it yesterday. I'm clinging on to the memory like a jilted obsessive lover because I'm so afraid that I'll never experience that kind of heaven ever again. But I digress.
Watered down Kilkenny is very depressing and it tastes like shit. It has that metallic after taste. Like water with a few drops of blood in it.
I will never order Kilkenny ever again in Timbre. You shouldn't either, if you know what's best for you. Even the one in the can tastes better, I shit you not.
Next:
So hello to my new housemate!
It makes me very happy, thank you a billion times over Ruok & Mr Rajan. So happy that every single time I see this pretty thing on my table my heart skips a bit and my brain pops out of my skull and does little somersaults around the room out of sheer ecstasy. My very own bottle of liquid gold. Mine mine mine!
Next:
I recently popped by Vivo City to check out the place. It's about the same size as our old Midvalley Megamall without Gardens, without the new extension, and without the extra 2 levels. Anyway, this paragraph is not about Vivo City. It's about this fantabulous shop called Desigual which I'm really excited to tell you, uh, about. Every single piece they have in the shop had this psychedelic explosion of colours and ultra crazy funky designs. The ones I tried below were pretty much muted:
Even the changing room walls are so funky!
Yes. I realise I look like I've aged 50 years overnight but this is what happens when you are a hardworking mofo .
I'm really, really batshit crazy over the stuff they have in there. But the cost of a leg for a t-shirt? The accountant in me can never justify my purchasing anything from this shop. But please feel free to get me stuff from there. :)
Time for bed. Goodnight.
SGD6.50 for a 2 piece value meal. I noticed the difference almost immediately:
Wanna try and guess what's wrong with this picture?
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.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
That's RIGHT!
THE BUN IS MISSING.
WHY?
IS THERE A NO CARB MOVEMENT HERE AS WELL? GEEZUS.
Anyway, no surprises here - everybody was right. The taste was muted, only the skin had SOME taste, but if you actually go deeper into the meat (oh god that sounds wrong) nearer the bone it's practically tasteless.
The chicken itself is not juicy nor tender. Probably because it was flown all the way from Australia and frozen for weeks and thawed JUST before they cook it for the day.
The mash potato, while looking exactly like what we have back home in Malaysia, tastes very strongly of black pepper. Singaporeans really love their black pepper in everything. Since I'm not a big fan of black pepper, this is not great for me.
All in all, a very disappointing and unfulfilling experience. I had taste it to believe it.
On other news:
Timbre's (Stamford Road) Kilkenny is watered down. How do I know this? Because I had that super duper creamy Kilkenny at that Irish pub near my place which name still escapes me until today and the taste, the feel, everything about it is still so fresh in my head like I just had it yesterday. I'm clinging on to the memory like a jilted obsessive lover because I'm so afraid that I'll never experience that kind of heaven ever again. But I digress.
Watered down Kilkenny is very depressing and it tastes like shit. It has that metallic after taste. Like water with a few drops of blood in it.
I will never order Kilkenny ever again in Timbre. You shouldn't either, if you know what's best for you. Even the one in the can tastes better, I shit you not.
Next:
So hello to my new housemate!
It makes me very happy, thank you a billion times over Ruok & Mr Rajan. So happy that every single time I see this pretty thing on my table my heart skips a bit and my brain pops out of my skull and does little somersaults around the room out of sheer ecstasy. My very own bottle of liquid gold. Mine mine mine!
Next:
I recently popped by Vivo City to check out the place. It's about the same size as our old Midvalley Megamall without Gardens, without the new extension, and without the extra 2 levels. Anyway, this paragraph is not about Vivo City. It's about this fantabulous shop called Desigual which I'm really excited to tell you, uh, about. Every single piece they have in the shop had this psychedelic explosion of colours and ultra crazy funky designs. The ones I tried below were pretty much muted:
Even the changing room walls are so funky!
Yes. I realise I look like I've aged 50 years overnight but this is what happens when you are a hardworking mofo .
I'm really, really batshit crazy over the stuff they have in there. But the cost of a leg for a t-shirt? The accountant in me can never justify my purchasing anything from this shop. But please feel free to get me stuff from there. :)
Time for bed. Goodnight.
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Pimpage Post - "The "Yogini Bear" Fund
(Small favour for a friend. Applicable in Singapore only)
Fundraising for Shirlyn's (the lead singer from UnXpected) Bikram Yoga Teacher Training in Palm Springs
Host: Shirlyn Tan
Type: Causes - Fundraiser
Network: Global
Date: Monday, April 20, 2009
Time: 8:00pm - 11:00pm
Location: Blu Jaz Cafe
Street: Bali Lane ( near Arab Street)
City/Town: Singapore, Singapore
Email: info.shirlyntan@gmail.com
Description:
Come share Shirlyn's dream of becoming a Certified Bikram Yoga Teacher!
She has taken the first big step to being accepted for the Spring 09 Bikram Yoga Teacher Training from 26th April to 28th June in Desert Springs.
Now she needs all the help she can get to raise funds for her fees and expenses. We hope to raise a humble $5,000 tonight to help her along with her food and expense.
Door Charge:
-a minimum of $15. There's no stopping you should you feel the urge to help a little bit more.
-Two sets of acoustic music performances by Shirlyn & The UnXpected
-One sizzling performance by Belly Dancer Belinda of Sahara Sundance.
Auction items:
- One Belly Dancing Lesson with Belinda
- A date with Carrie Lim (Shirlyn's lovely, single flatmate!)
- 5 weekly passes for Bikram Yoga at Bikram Yoga City Hall
Fundraising for Shirlyn's (the lead singer from UnXpected) Bikram Yoga Teacher Training in Palm Springs
Host: Shirlyn Tan
Type: Causes - Fundraiser
Network: Global
Date: Monday, April 20, 2009
Time: 8:00pm - 11:00pm
Location: Blu Jaz Cafe
Street: Bali Lane ( near Arab Street)
City/Town: Singapore, Singapore
Email: info.shirlyntan@gmail.com
Description:
Come share Shirlyn's dream of becoming a Certified Bikram Yoga Teacher!
She has taken the first big step to being accepted for the Spring 09 Bikram Yoga Teacher Training from 26th April to 28th June in Desert Springs.
Now she needs all the help she can get to raise funds for her fees and expenses. We hope to raise a humble $5,000 tonight to help her along with her food and expense.
Door Charge:
-a minimum of $15. There's no stopping you should you feel the urge to help a little bit more.
-Two sets of acoustic music performances by Shirlyn & The UnXpected
-One sizzling performance by Belly Dancer Belinda of Sahara Sundance.
Auction items:
- One Belly Dancing Lesson with Belinda
- A date with Carrie Lim (Shirlyn's lovely, single flatmate!)
- 5 weekly passes for Bikram Yoga at Bikram Yoga City Hall
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Fast & Furious
Firstly I need to get this off my chest:
OH MY GOD! KISSING SCENES! ALMOST SEX SCENES! ASS! BOOBS! ON THE MOVIE SCREEN FOR ALL TO SEE! OMGOMG SINGAPORE CINEMA IS SO AWESOME!!!!
Okay done.
It's brainless trashy movie of course. But oh what fun!
Fast cars! Hot chicks in skimpy clothes! Loud noises! Spectacular car chasing scenes! Crashes! Catchy repetitive music! Vin Diesel! Paul Walker!
Oh... there's the emo bit though. Then again...
Fast cars! Hot chicks in skimpy clothes! Loud noises! Spectacular car chasing scenes! Crashes! Catchy repetitive music! Vin Diesel! Paul Walker!
Yucks.. corny lines aplenty. But...
Fast cars! Hot chicks in skimpy clothes! Loud noises! Spectacular car chasing scenes! Catchy repetitive music! Vin Diesel! Paul Walker!
So on and so forth.
It's fun! Brains not required! Watch it!
Monday, April 13, 2009
A Week In A Life Of Me.
Long Day Monday:
Nothing like some Hoegaarden on tap @ Ice Cold Beer to kick start the week when Monday already feels like a 5 day work week rolled into one.
Not Quite There Yet Tuesday:
Glenlivet Tasting Party @ Balaclava reminded me how dreamy single malt scotch whiskey can be. So smooth, so fragrant. Just like ice cold water from heaven.
Eve of Easter Thursday:
I've almost forgotten that Kilkenny on tap @ That Irish Pub near my place which name escapes me for now tastes so much fresher and creamier than Kilkenny from a can. So malty. So smooth. So full. So delicious. But So Expensive. (Can = 6.40, Bar =14.00) :(
Happy Saturday:
OJ & Smirnoff Black @ Wala wala is a great way to end the week. Coupled with a group of good company to chill out and head bang to singalong live music, the coming Monday doesn't seem so hard to face. Smirnoff black is so damn smooth compared to the normal Absolut. It's so smooth it's too easy to forget that you actually have quite a bit of vodka in that juice.. *hic*
With age catching up, I know that sooner or later I will have to cut this down. But now is definitely not the time. Besides, I'm enjoying it too much :)
Nothing like some Hoegaarden on tap @ Ice Cold Beer to kick start the week when Monday already feels like a 5 day work week rolled into one.
Not Quite There Yet Tuesday:
Glenlivet Tasting Party @ Balaclava reminded me how dreamy single malt scotch whiskey can be. So smooth, so fragrant. Just like ice cold water from heaven.
Eve of Easter Thursday:
I've almost forgotten that Kilkenny on tap @ That Irish Pub near my place which name escapes me for now tastes so much fresher and creamier than Kilkenny from a can. So malty. So smooth. So full. So delicious. But So Expensive. (Can = 6.40, Bar =14.00) :(
Happy Saturday:
OJ & Smirnoff Black @ Wala wala is a great way to end the week. Coupled with a group of good company to chill out and head bang to singalong live music, the coming Monday doesn't seem so hard to face. Smirnoff black is so damn smooth compared to the normal Absolut. It's so smooth it's too easy to forget that you actually have quite a bit of vodka in that juice.. *hic*
With age catching up, I know that sooner or later I will have to cut this down. But now is definitely not the time. Besides, I'm enjoying it too much :)
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