Costumes I went clubbing recently. There was supposed to be a dress-up theme. Excited, I called up the girls and commanded that they dressed to the theme. What's the theme? Some hints:Hint 1: The most 'full-length' image I could find. Look at the clothes!Hint 2: It's in the eyes!Hint 3: I got lots of help from mama!Okay, okay. I know our dressing didn't come off quite as obvious in the images than up close. And I know the eye make-up is what many girls would use today.Did you guess it? Does bell bottoms, big hairband, mod, hippy, heavy eye make-up connote anything to you? Drum roll please... *drrrrrrrrr... drrrrrrr..drrrr*Balik Kampung! Dress like your parents when they were young!Luckily I got the girls to dress like they did. Otherwise, I'll look like a goon because pretty much no one else did! Sad right? What's a themed party when no one makes the effort to dress up for it! Haiz...SJ channelled the retro look (think Chen Mei Guang), JT did the 50s look (think Pleasantville or Ah Ma look :P), Serene had her retro gear going on (plastic earrings, white heels etc...), and Dora put in her half-hearted mod look (Twiggy? +_+). Me? I went for hippy! I even did the center-parting ok!The club did try (somewhat) to adhere to the theme. There were traditional games (hopscotch anyone?), food (ding ding candy, ice balls), some setup within the club, a trishaw outside, and some staff dressed very kampung-like. But that was it! Besides us, I did not spot anyone who dressed up at all! It was the conventional clubbing gear. You know, dresses/spag tops/demin bottoms for the girls, and tees/jeans for the males.Recently, after the fact that I will turn 26 next year smacked me while I was writing the date, I realised you are only young once (cue Alphaville's Forever Young). If we don't dress up like a goon now, when will we do it?Embrace your youth! Take lots of pictures! Have a laugh!Let your creativity run free! Wear things you normally wouldn't wear! Try looks that you feel are not you at all! Make a mosaic! Print it out! Frame it up!Despite the lack of thematic dressing from everyone else, I had lots of fun! Drsesing up was a plus. Mum seemed more excited than me, digging out her old stuff and grandma's! I wasn't going to wear no heirloom clubbing so I'm glad to say grandma's watch is still safely tucked away. Somewhere. (:So, what are you going to wear for Halloween? A joke 4 men wereplaying mahjong.Being old men, they had quite a bit of phlegm. So they usedthe spittoonand all contributed to its sticky contents.One men was sick of playing with cash, so he announced, "Let's have some variety today! The loser shall take a sip from the spittoon."And so it was agreed upon; the loser shall havea drink of gunk.In an hour, the loser was decided. Plucking his courage, he took up the spittoonand opened his mouth. The others watched with morbid fascination as his throat moved up and down. It was only until he had tipped the entire contents into his mouth was Lao Lin able to exclaimed,"A sip man! A sip! Why did you finish everything?""It just kept coming." Definition of delegation This is Ivan's cake:Idea partially by me + work done by Eunice = DelegateWe are a great team! My childhood favourite Hello! You remember what is your favourite childhood tidbit? This is mine:This Collon and the body's colon are not too different! Both with fattening stuff inside. :PAccording to Eunice, you have to bite the biscuit first, then lick the cream. But to-may-to and to-mat-to, I say you pop the nasty fattening creamy roll into your mouth and bite down! Oh yes! For this tidbit, only the original flavour will do. No chocolate or strawberry. Just like only original Oreos, Coke's cola, Nutella hazelnut spread, Mama's tomyam noodles. Only one flavour needs apply. When I was young, my elder brother always told me that chocolate are for boys only. Girls can only take vanilla or strawberry because white and pink are girl's colours. Do you remember watching period drama from TVB? We used to glue to the screen wondering why some "heroes" wear black boots and others are dressed in white ones. Our conclusion? Black boots-wearing heroes are more powerful than whities. Makes sense? :) Sticky! I don't think many places sell traditional food nowadays. Those like the "Abacus Yam balls" or "Pig trotters with vinegar and ginger" or "Mee sua in Chinese red wine". I'm lucky. Except for the yam thingies, I have relatives who know how to make the others. Not too long ago, Dad made a hokkien dish that is hard to swallow. Literally.Here's the steps:1. Make the mixture of water, corn flour, fried dried shrimps, roasted peanuts, fried shallots and garlic, cooked minced meat. Stir just before cooking to make sure the flour don't settle at the bottom.2. Pour mixture into large wok that has heated oil.3. Whip it with lightning fast hands. Wooden spatula please. I think Dad broke one while whipping. 4. Whip it!5. Whip it! Notice parts turning transluscent.6. When the dough is cooked, it will turn transluscent. Transfer to a bowl.Tada! The final product!This is a chewy, gooey dough. Remember to chew before u swallow! Bday 2: Many celebrations = much fun? Yes! Let's count the ways to celebrate a birthday:1. Shop for birthday presents for me.2. Sing KTV and play with the smoke machine inside.3. Cut an apple strudel "cake".4. Eat duck's tongue with bossman.5. Go gossip in a noisy club with friends.6. Pay for my own slice of "birthday cake" at TCC.7. Hold an opening ceremony for the red clutch.8. Head to Batam to kayak in the rain.9. Club with only one other person in the club.10. Meet ex-colleague to gossip.11. Buy shoes. Shoes. And shoes. And bags of course.12. Meet another clique and drool over NYDC's mudpie.13. Meet Aussie schoolmate and eat.14. Be the proud recipient of Aussie products.I think I still have one group of friends to meet up with. Oh yeah! The longest-running birthday celebrations eva!Gracie's hubby is really cute. He wrapped my birthday present and decided to add his own touch of creativity:Gracie remarked she thought they were matches. Haha...With the JC-Uni bruch, we headed for Sakae at Wheelock and sat in holes. The "tatami" area are actually on raised platform with holes for you to slot your feet in. That's better. Otherwise, when we remove our shoes, I think the restuarant will be emptied in seconds.Draw, draw, draw a face in the melting mudpie.Do you know why they call a mudpie a mudpie? It looks disgusting but tastes heavenly. Top choices included The Coffee Club's muddy mudpie and NYDC Cookies version. If you're talking about cheesecake, I like Coffee Bean's and Big O's. I've tried Hilton's but I think it's a tad too strong for me. x:When I met Joey, we will always discuss when we will go back to Australia together. I met her in my first semester there. Sadly for her, it was her last semester and she could not enjoy my company more. x: Haha... I supposed not everyone as enthu as me to take public transport and travel all over Brisbane on a whim. I think she only clubbed trice while in Australia for 2 years. All three times with moi. (^-*) OK. I'm getting irritating.Anyway, on behalf of those who have studied in Australia, we are not hao lians. Some of us truly wanted to share our experiences there. You may exclaim "No big deal what! Study overseas dai sai meh!" It's no biggie, but remember we spend at least a year there, by ourselves, where everyday is like a giant chalet with housemates/classmates/neighbours bunking in, knocking your house down to get out of the winter cold, watching telly and bitching about celebrities, cooking a storm in the kitchen, pigging on pizzas, dyeing each other's hair, trying new recipes, planning mini road trips. With so many activities that we managed to squeeze within our time there, naturally there are many memories.I supposed it's not interesting to those who did not go through the same experiences. Just bear with us and realise that it was a once-in-a-lifetime experience where you learn that you are actually not a good navigator (MRT stations notwithstanding), that you can actually eat alone, that shopping by yourself can be quite fun. Anyway, I try to stick to "Aussie talk" with fellow "Aussie students". If I happen to start a sentence with "When I was in Australia...", please spare me some seconds to complete my sentence before interrupting with "there she goes again...". Except, except, if it happens within 2 minutes of the previous "Aussie experience statement." x:So, Joey wanted to remind me of the great dry continent, and she bought me these:Malteasers, Vinegar chips, Arnotts Pizza biscuits, Cadbury's Freddo, and Dip Stix. Luckily, no Marmite in sight. x: If you have the chance, try the Vinegar chips. They are a wonderful experience. On first bite, you have no idea what hit you. WHAT WAS THAT?!?!?! Slowly, your tastebuds will come to life, and dissect the burst of flavours in your mouth.Wait a minute, that was not the salt... *smack smack* Yes... there's a bit of salt... but hold on... there's that gorgeous vinegar... Mmmm...That should be all for my birthday. Thank you everyone who celebrated with me or dropped me messages here, there, and everywhere!You love me, you really love me!!! *sobs* The perfect bag for accessorising Colleen bought an amazing bag:From M)phosis. $38.60. Available in white. Once I saw her bag, I have many ideas!The country girlThe director of Sales & MarketingThe Marketing ExecutiveThe Sarah Jessica Parker wannabeThe present lookThe extra ribbon around lookIt's scary how I found all the accessories on my table. x: You know how Orchard is a mad, mad place now? With GSS and tonnes of renovations, the last thing you need is this woman staring at you while you are waiting to cross the road:She's one of the 4 "fashionistas" crossing the road (Ala Beatles style) in the huge posters plastered all over town . I don't see any of the Fab 4 looking sideways. Why is she the only one to turn her head to look straight through us, with her cheekbones protruding out, too much blusher & eye liner, and a poorly fitted dress?Oh, and it just so happened that she's not the prettiest of the lot. +_+ Bday 1: A year older, a year wiser? Nah! I'm in the midst of celebrating my birthday. Yes, you read right. Midst. Technically speaking, it is a week after my birthday, but I still have friends I haven't met yet. So far, there has been 6 "celebrations"? And maybe 3 more to go? :)Ok, ok. So maybe we just met for dinner. Gimmi a chance can? I want it to be my birthday, my party!! Why so many? When I was 21, I had a BBQ where everyone was invited. It was taxing for me to be the social butterfly, making sure the sec. school group had enough stingray, the JC group had full plates, and the family did not feel too used (they were the ones fanning the fire afterall). What's more, I missed out on serious gossips (OMGOMGOMGOMG!!!) and meaningful discussions ("Do you think xxx looks worse after leaving sec school?"). Now, I have mini-celebrations with people from different phases of my life!28 MayTwo bags are courtesy of Papa! Yay!!!!!!!!!Colleagues asked a week ago how I was going to celebrate my birthday. I thought I was going to go somewhere so I did not commit. In the end, I did go somewhere but just not on this day.Ivan thought today was my actual birthday (don't kk... I know you didn't know it wasn't) and handed me the present from the sales team:Some of the presents. Guess who gave what? :)I think they know me well lor. Look at the items. Most are bags! I adore bags! I have over a hundred! x: Don't tell mama... I wanted to use the brown bag they got me to bring to TopOne KTV but it was too small to contain my brolly, wallet, mp3 player... Yada, yada, yada. Ya, I'm an auntie.Dearest Eunice got me the Lipglass in a colour that was the same as the top I was going to wear on my birthday! Psychic power! She also included a smashing card with the heart-shaped nose monkey. :)29 May, lunchThis was the day I received many SMSes and Friendster messages. From people I have not seen in ages! Thanks Debbie, Dre, Lifen, Raymond, and Meiru! Some people say Friendster is not sincere. People add you as friends when they are not. Or they message you even though they have not seen you in ages. I rather think the thought is good enough. You don't have to keep seeing someone to be their friend.Bossman treated me to birthday lunch at the beautiful Grand Shanghai:I heard they clear the tables in the middle in the evening to make way for dancing!I'm usually quite game to try exotic food. Ended up only bossman and I ate the duck's tongue:Chewey + Springy = Yummy!Maddy gave me the red clutch (love it! immediate opening ceremony I tell you) and bossman ended the meal with a sweet note. 29 May,nightAfter rushing home to pack for next day, I headed out with my girlies for Dblo. We were the most unhappening people because we are working people? Everyone else was shaking like mad, but there we were, sitting in the middle of nowhere screaming to be heard. Because we were gossiping. Haha...When SJ asked me what I wanted as present, I was thinking hard. Forget it la! Friends for more than a decade, just say lor. I ended up with a bigger "Travel fund". :)30 May - 1 JuneBatam! The Don and I stayed at Batam View resort. I knew it would rain and it did. Day 1 was a slight drizzle. Day 2 was a power downpour. While we were kayaking in the lagoon. And you know what? After we shortened our kayaking trip and showered, the sun was out in its full glory. Shit.Runty decided to join us:"Super Runty"Sunrise from the balconyRelaxing the feet on the balcony can cause cramps. +_+Mad porridge concoction. Nice leh.Nice villas there. The storm clouds were stupid though. The most interesting part of the stay was clubbing in the hotel. With just us two in the club. Lol... More to come in Part 2! When the mini-celebrations over ok! :) A World of Difference. The Difference is Macau. Tourists from Singapore is one of the fastest growing markets in Macau. I must jump on the flight and rush down of course! :)In 4 days, I travelled to 3 countries. Technically, they are all under PRC, but they are quite different from one another. For those of us who tried to fly directly to Macau, we know our only option is budget. It's a tie between Tiger Airways or Jet Star. The latter flies from T1 and has a covered runaway leading to the plane. You can also choose seats online. Cool? But I took Tiger. Don't know whether there is any difference in price though.Tiger Airways. One of the two airlines that flies directly to Macau.I thought it would take like 2+ hour max to reach Macau from Singapore. Wrong! It was quite a long flight, just slightly shorter than flying to Perth. 3.5 hr in all! The flight itself was ok, if you have no high expectations for food and drinks. Everything you buy from them will be instant. Instant coffee/noodles etc.Macau is not big. When we landed at the airport, it was quite scary. Their runway is mounted above the sea lor, with just a very narrow narrow strip of land. Near the airport was a ferris wheel, but I don't know if people will take it.Along the way to our hotel, we saw the cemetary. It's huge! Tombstones on the hill, facing the sea. Just like the rich and famous of Beverly Hills. Haha...We stayed in Presidente Hotel. From the outside, it doesn't look like much. But the rooms were recently refurbished so the interior is quite different. What's more is that it offers a view of the surrounding casinos if you stay on the 16 floor like we did. I suspect the aircon in this hotel is a scam. Because it was freaking cold! The only thing that we are sure was working is the "Off" switch. The thermostat was useless. Zzzzz...Camwhoring in the hotel. I like the room's colour scheme. Our first meal was recommended by our Receptionist. The hotel's restaurant. Where else? +_+ Surprisingly, the dim sum was fantastic and quite affordable compared to Singapore's standard. About SGD10+ per pax. Now I know why my Hong Konger suppliers always lament at the lack of good dim sum in Singapore. If Macau is like that, Hong Kong would be even better right?Dad and friends were in a hurry to go to the casinos. Mum and I went SHOPPING! But Macau is not exactly a shopping paradise. There were only luxury brands. Definitely not for the poor. We shopped at the supermarket instead.Snacks from the mart. See the water bottle? All major casinos have their own bottled water. The "旺旺" biscuits are my souvenirs to my colleagues. :)On Day 3, when we drove along the streets of Macau, I caught this sign. Ba gua from Singapore. I never knew it's a national produce. Hmm...I don't know why many Hong Kong shows write "星" instead of "新". Apparently, Singapore ba gua quite famous. There were people hawking on the street, offering me, a true blue Singaporean, ba gua samples. Don't they know it's only eaten during Chinese New Year? :x After our breakfast at "陶陶居", a famous Dim Sum restaurant in Macau where you had to wait for tables, we waited for a cab to go to the harbour for the ferry to Hong Kong. That's where I snapped this image:I love old buildings like these that seem to have strong history. Hygiene issues though. Day 2 was Zhu Hai day. I don't know where the famous spots are. I only know Dad and friends are going golfing so left us women "shopping" at a huge underground mall near the customs.Zhu hai, mainland China. My first glimpse. The things there are also not dirt cheap. Clothing are about SGD40 per item. The widest variety of goods was fake branded stuff!!! Amazing. Most shops were selling those, in one form or another. LV, Prada, and Chanel would cry if they see it.Ended up with one umbrella which I know can be found in Singapore. +_+ I had an excellent pork chop rice in one of the shops there. With 6 hours to spare, there was not much to do at the mall. One shop seemed like the next. Luckily, we went to do our manicure, pedicure and message. That spent about 2 hours. Very cheap ok! Like SGD12 for a mani and pedi. However, they seemed to expect to be tipped. So get some change ready. As we walked down one stretch of shops in search of the elusive nail and massage palour, we were pulled from all sides. Finally, we settled for one shop because it offered OPI nail polish. If you choose "branded" nail polish, expect to pay RMB$10 more.It was really tiring to walk on and on, knowing that there was limited shopping to be done. In the end, we were so tired that despite being full from lunch, we hopped into a shop to eat a fruit platter. Just for the seats.Fruits to move the bowel along. Not cheap ok. I think about SGD6. I think at Zhu Hai, I finally realised why sometimes Mainland Chinese seem very pushy to us. When you know you are in a country with hordes of people, you will feel the need to compete to get to places on time. A missed train may mean a difference between reaching on time, and being late for an hour. Many people seemed to cross the custom in a group, leading to the inevitable shouting at the customs while searching for missing/lost kaki. If only I managed to snap the sign that requested for no shouting within the arrival hall.With the billion of people around you, most likely, you will also dispair at getting ahead of the rat race unless you are borned with a silver spoon in your mouth. I guess the descendents of the casino owners are those with platinum spoons in their mouths. When you see the architecture of the casinos, you cannot even begin to imagine how rich the owners are.The lion of MGM that sucks your money. x:The Guan Gong of Grand Lisboa.Stanley Ho's Grand LisboaThe curvy Grand Lisbao structure was a marvel for Dad and his construction friends. Erm... right... Too many lights for my liking. x:Interior of Grand Lisboa. The colour gold seems to be a favourite for many casinos.The cold cold foyer of MGM Grand.Gosh! I'm a giant! ):Wynn has a fantastic show using its Zodiac structure and its hidden money tree.The fabulous Chinese Zodiac of Wynn.Money tree of Wynn. Their's, not ours. ):Since I'm so nice, I took a video of the closing of the show. Which. Which I will upload when I have time. x: The Venetian, Ceiling.The Venetian, more Ceiling.The Canal.What's in the Canal, can you guess? Hint: It's something the casino owners have in abundance. The Venetian, Toilet. I'm not the only one taking photo here ok. Day 3, we went to Hong Kong via the ferry. It costs HK$150 one way. Not cheap hor? About SGD$30. By the way, we were very puzzled about the currency. Apparently, currencies accepted in Macau include those from Hong Kong, PRC, and Macau. But some shops accept one but not the others. Very blur.The ferry took 50 mins to 1 hour. The trip there was very cold. You will alight at "上环" where you can take the very convenient MTR to everywhere. One word of caution though. If you buy the single trip fare, you will get a card like this:The MTR ticket. Machiam old skool MRT transitlink card. While others with their "EZ-Link" cards get to tap their cards against the sensor, you have to find a gate that allows you to enter by inserting this card into a red slot. Just like the good old days to transitlink card. Remember how you used to scratch the card until it becomes white and you can draw on it? Also, remember to take the card as you cross the gate. Subsequently, when you exit, remember there will be no card to take. Understand??The Hong Kong MTR tells you where the train at the opposite platform goes by using blinking lights.CC mentioned she likes the way Hong Kong's MTR announces each stop in Mandarin, English, and Cantonese, and proposes that Singapore's MRT should have the same. I wonder if every stop will have its Hokkien/Cantonese/Teochew equivalent? What is Somerset called in Cantonese then? The cool thing about the MTR system is the blinking lights that indicate the train's direction if you cross to the opposite platform. The not-so-cool part is the fact that at some stops (I think it was at "Causeway Bay"), you have to walk underground for quite long before reaching the train platform. Not for those who don't like to be trapped underground.Wan Chai MTR station. If you see the housing at Hong Kong and Macau, you will be thankful for HDB flats. True, our flats are small and can be liken to matchboxes, but at least they are clean. I wonder what it is like to live in flats in Hong Kong and Macau, which often look like this:The very crowded housing of Hong Kong. Near 女人街.Strangely, (to me at least) most of these flats have a security guard, just like in Hong Kong serials. Not only for those fancy looking ones leh. In Singapore, only the condo dwellers get such treatment. The famous 女人街 is like our Pasar Malam. Empty your bladder before you go or come home with a pair of wet bottoms.If you think there are many people in Singapore, go to Hong Kong. People come to you from ALL directions. Traffic was a nightmare too. Maybe it was Saturday and it was the Vesak weekend, but people were stacked against people. Scary!Definition of dense populationWhen travelling, you must always talk about food! I really wanted to try Portuguese food while in Macau, but the closest thing I got was the egg tarts. ): Too bad. Next time maybe.Last time, when I watched Hong Kong serials, they always eat Por Lor Bao (Pineapple bun). Having wondered all my life what was so nice about it, I die die also wanted to eat. On the last day, I dragged mum to one of the cafes and ordered it:The famous Po Lor Bao, HK$8. Pineapple bun? Don't taste it though. Rating: 3/5Again, I realised food in Macau is not cheap. A set breakfast with 2 sausages, 2 eggs, some corn, and half a slice of bread with a mug of milk tea cost SGD4. Is Macau only for the rich???I ordered this despite ordering a set breakfast with Pineapple Bun because it was a thick slice of bread. MMmmm... Carbs... It came with maple syrup for you to add but the butter was too much though. French toast with peanut butter inside, HK$8. Rating: 3.5/5From MGM Grand. Funny ingredient in this one - Sour Cream and Cheese Cake, HK$32. But it works!!! Yum! Rating: 4.5/5More MGM Grand goodness. The good old fattening Caesar's, HK$100. Rating: 4/5From the pretty cafe/restaurant of Wynn. Very normal cheesecake though. Berry Cheesecake, HK$32. Rating: 3.5/5Some sightseeing around Macau. At least we got to see more than the insides of its 27 major casinos.Street stall of Macau. Many people were taking photo of this Starbucks. Looks run down from the outside right? Interior is just like other outlets here. That's globalisation.Talking of gloablisation, I found it very sad that I could not find any brands that is not available in Singapore. Many are international labels, such as LV, Prada, Gucci. The Hong Kong brands may be Bossini, Giordano etc. But we can get those here too! ): The funniest thing was that I bought only one umbrella. Amazing. In fact, I bought more for the Don than for myself. Haha... Maybe if I enjoy HK serials, I would have gotten more things. Even mum bought more than me, with her Cantonese operas, clothes, and bags.Ruins of St Paul, funnily named "大三八". A heritage site of the Portuguese.Leal Senado Square. Beautiful architecture but reeks of tourist mobs.We experienced some pretty lousy service at Macau airport. One woman these, at the cafe, was simply unpleasant. She could not bother to understand what Mum was saying (the mum speaks excellent Cantonese by the way), and started arguing with her about "one" and "one box". For those of you who understand Cantonese, here was how the incident unfolded:Mum: How many egg tarts in one box?Woman: 6Mum: "Beh ngor yiak gor" (Give me one)Woman: "Mo mai yiak gor, hai yiak hup. Lei you yiak gor ji gei huy lor" (We don't sell one, we sell one box. You want one, you go get it yourself")That was disgusting. When mum was paying, she handed the cashier a note in RMB$100. The woman pointed to another cleaner note in mum's hand and said, "Give me that." Excuse me? A slightly dirtier note is not a real note? Pui! If anyone from Macau Tourism Board is reading this, contact me for her name. Spoil everyone's impression of Macau. Utter rubbish.On a happier note, we managed to see the sun setting while on board the Tiger. Ah... Home sweet home.Evening sky on the way back.Setting sun... Neh Neh I finally went to Haji Lane a few weeks back. I know it has been THE place to go for some time now, but I don't like to follow fashion ok? (Riiiggghhht)I realise Haji Lane is a place with very few but interesting shops. I love vintage but I won't wear it because I kept wondering what happened to the owner of the items. Too many horror movies in childhood I suspect.Anyway, at one of the shops, I saw this wristlet in the traditional triangular milk packaging. I picked it up and exclaimed happily to shopping buddy that this was the milk from OUR childhood. She looked at me like I was mad."Where got? You don't anyhow say la. See the thing and project it into your past meh?"I shut my trap and scratched my head abit. Was I really remembering the wrong memories? Not to be defeated, I cast my mind back down memory lane. I remembered bringing up the milk in several instances, asking friends from my generation whether they remembered the milk with the triangular packaging. Each time, they had stopped their conversations, looked at me like I was babbling nonsense and gone straight back to discussing where to go, what to eat.While waiting for the bus one day, I ask JT whether she recalled the milk. She rolled her eyes a bit, and tapped her lips with a finger. A spark, a flash, a blink! Poof! "Yes, I think so..."FINALLY! Someone with some memory! There you go folks, I'm not senile, I'm not delusional. I just have a better memory than you. The sales pitch Was pondering whether to join the gym. Headed to one of the most popular gyms to find out about its facilities and rates.Prior to the tour, I was given the impression that I was obliged to step onto the weighing machine that would also analyse your fat and muscle percentages. I declined because I felt that they would then use my fat/muscle percentage to harp on the "fact" that gym is for me. Then, snide comment no. 1:"Why? Getting cold feet?"Why? Just because I am giving you one less tool to aid you in your sales pitch you have to make sarcastic remarks? Furthermore, an additional guy came over and kept rubbing the cold feet thing in. Next, we went to take a look at the gym. After explaining this and that, he brought us to the machines areas. From time to time, he would step on a machine and demostrate how it's used. Then he would offer to let us try it. We declined everytime."Shy?", he snickered.Why? I don't think pencil skirts and 4" heels are compatible with machines, do you?We sat down for The Sales Pitch. After explaining the rates, which were extorbitant (I know, because one friend had joined the gym and has friends who joined at various other times), he asked me what I felt so far. I said I thought that it was better than 5 years ago, when I first visited the gym and didn't like it. Snide comment no. 2:"Well, you were a lot younger 5 years ago."Well, wasn't EVERYONE? So he droned on and on about the benefits of gym, finally pausing to ask me why I was interested to see it in the first place."I want to be healthy."He pressed on for more reasons. I added "feeling better". Apparently, my reasons were not the right ones. Snide comment no. 3:"You are here to lost weight and look good of course."Excuse me, I don't think there is an "of course" about other people's reasons. Can't my main motivation be to stay healthy because I'm afraid to die young? Can't I want to build up stamina to not huff and puff after climbing a flight of stairs?Since I knew he was a cutthroat, I naturally didn't want to commit. Snide comment no. 4:"Why put off what you can do today?"Hello? It's my money. For a membership that cost a 4-digit figure, I have to consider. I told him budget is always a constraint. He replied that it wasn't expensive at all. This was how he broke it down:$1000+++ = 365 days of gym + 800 classes per year Effectively, each class is about 20cents and each entry less than a dollar. I remarked dryly that I am not likely to go to gym daily, let alone attend all 800 classes. He looked at me and laughed indulgently like I am a stupid child and replied," Of course not! Not even I would go to the gym that often." So WHAT was he breaking down to me with the full year entrance and the sum of all classes? No logic.When I told him that I was looking at other options, he went to add snide comment no. 5:"There are no other options. I'm sure all the others are charging higher."Please consider that "other options" are not limited to gyms. I can go for classes in community centre. Sport complexes offer a fairly good gym too. I followed the statement with another fact. "I would rather play sport games than go to the gym. Games like badminton or netball."He laughed and pointed out that it's very hard to do that because of the lack of players around. I'm sure Netball Association would disagree.***** Updated: 20 May 2008 *****He also asked me what I usually eat in a day. I told him bread for breakfast, usually a soup dish for lunch, and home for dinner. Snide comment no. 6:"Soup dish? Everyday??? What about dinner? At home? Do you eat skin??? No chicken skin, pork skin for you???"I think I know my diet better than you. Mmmm... Curi... Don't say I never share the good stuff. Check this out!Probably the best chicken katsu curry around! :PSo the rice may be on the soft side but the curry is damn power can? Don't be fooled by its appearance. Behind the mild looking farting goodness lies a kick of spice!$10++ at Beppu Japanese Noodles Let's climb the bus to nowhere What is wrong with this photo?Hint: It has to do with heightsThat's right! Welcome to the new breed of SBS buses! The one where your climb two steps to get to your seats. The one where you have to watch your head when you alight for the back row of seats. The one where you can forget about sitting if you are the 25th or so to get up the bus. The one where if you're in a wheelchair, you can forget about getting smooth entrance because there is a barrier in between the two doors at the front. The one where you will get blocked if you park your wheelchair where it's supposed to go because there is a pole that will definitely obstruct your exit when you slot yourself into the oh-so-comfy yellow cushion that is supposed to support your back. And oh! The one where you find your first seatbelt in a public bus. Work "At some workplaces it's not just about what you do;it's also about how loudly you do it." In the moment As usual with me, when I like a track, I will keep playing it until those around me have bleeding ears.I ran a search on Nelly Furtado and found this amazing image:Click to view image in original article.It feels very much like an artist preparing to sing live, getting into the thick of things doesn't it? A very powerful scene. We are so hooked on this: Fruitless fruity fruits Since young, I have always wanted to visit Goodwood Park Hotel. Don't you think it looks like a castle? When Christmas rolls around, the giant christmas tree outside the hotel makes the place looks even more magical.Last weekend, I finally brought mama there for its English high tea. At $37, it's not exactly the cheapest tea in the world.Anyway, this is not about the tea itself. It's about fruits. I seem to have very bad luck with fruits. I am this ability to pick up marvellous pieces of fruits everytime. EXCEPT the last piece. Everyone knows how important the last piece of fruit is for the grand finale of the meal, don't we? So, at the buffet, I bit into the sweetest, juiciest strawberries throughout the tea. I nibbled at the red, fat berries from the start to end of the meal. When it boiled down to the final two, knowing my amazing luck with fruits, I decided to save the bigger, redder berry for the last.Of course, it just had to be the one that is the most tastless, most bland of all. Leaving me with the sour aftertaste at the end of the fantastic tea. +_+ Working I like to wear slippers en route to work. I wear them during lunch and after work too. Why?1. Because I am getting achy knees from heels that I have to wear2. Because I want to be able to run after buses without flying over cars3. Because heels are just plain painful and gives you smelly feetHowever, I wonder if I will meet clients/suppliers during the before/after work and during-lunch periods. What will they think? In fact, should they be judging me during MY time? It is difficult to separate the working me and the after-work me. My time (dressing) should be my own post work but it does not seem that way. We may think celebrities have it bad, having to put on make-up and dress up while going for groceries, but in a way, we are trapped in our own Hollywood too. I will still wear slippers. Totally useless I hate extremely-sticky-until-you-cannot-totally-remove-it-without-spoiling-the-newly-bought-shoes price tag.Crap. Beggars cannot be choosers Recently, I received a request from a student at work. She was interested to ask some questions. After speaking to the bossman, I was told to answer her questions.Knowing that the answers were important to her assignment, I churned it out for her within 2 days. You know the thanks I received?"How come not the management answering my questions?"Excuse me. You came to us at the 11th hour and expect "management" to be sitting around waiting to answer your questions? In her OWN words, she initially expressed that she was grateful we bothered to answer her because she is a student. In the next breath, she was asking for management. Has she ever considered that someone was trying to help when a direct rejection could be given? Ever heard of "give an inch, want a foot"? Even big publications seeking interviews will write at least a week prior to finalising the article. Time management dear. Besides, your questions were poorly phrased with abundant grammatical errors. When I answered her thankful question, she replied,"Ok. Hope I will get a chance to speak to management next time."I don't think so sweetheart. Self-explanatory Pity kids holding pole at butt height. Facebook Idiot x 99999998 stage I know that I'm the last person on this earth jumping onto the Facebook bandwagon. I still want to recommend you to this application: The Room. I spent the whole afternoon designing my rooms, only to realise I did not save it. !)*&)%@*^#. Anyway, I finally got out of the Facebook Idiot x 99999999 stage and managed to save some rooms before I realised my credits ran out.Remember the "Friends" show? I read before that they had psychiatrists and such planning Monica's house, such that the layout will show the personality of the characters. What do you think my rooms tell you about me? Bedroom. Should be free of clutter according to fengshui master. Kitchen. Many more appliances I want but no more space. ): Living room. Guess my favourite colour? +_+Of course, there are other designs I love but I'm restricted by the application. Nevertheless, I think it's a good place to fantasize and know what kind of interior designs you dig. Good for planning your future house eh? My first Halloween I finally got to go! Yay!I think the best part of Halloween is in the dressing up. No? The partying is nothing much considering you have to beware of the sweat ruining your facial lumps, the drinks removing your carefully painted blood or people rubbing against you spoiling the rented outfit. Yes, dressing up is the best part.We headed to Huimin's house to dress up. Better leave for the club as a trio of ghosts than as one ghost. If there is anything I dislike about Halloween, it is the lack of scary-looking ghosts. Most people only playing dressing up, with their normal faces. Come on! By the time you are done ruining your faces beyond recognition, no one will know who you are! I guess to look ugly and disgusting is not for everyone.I didn't know Halloween celebration is more popular on the weekend prior to the 31st itself, so my costume and make-up were hastily put together. I blew $50 on the rented items - a "corset", a wig, and a skirt. Can you guess what I was going to be?Neither can many after I considered myself fully dressed up. ): Sad. Anyway, starting on the makeup. Before you can ruin your face, you need to protect it. A contradiction? Not really. I want to temporarily ruin it, not give myself the spots for years to come. On went the thick layer of foundation and moisturiser.Next I slapped on 'normal' makeup on one side of my face, like so:Hint: See the "heavy" eyeliner?Looking at the other side of my face which I was supposed to mess up. I wanted a ying yang look? I think the feel is for people to look at one profile and think I look normal and when I turn and they see the other side, they will be woah! Something like the kid in Six Sense when he was walking around the house and saw this teenage guy dressed in the 60s, looking normal. When he turned around, BAM! There's the exit wound of the bullet. Totally cool! Anyway, I digress.One of the scariest daily look is to have no eyebrows. I admire girls with the courage to remove their brows so they can draw them everyday. Even if my brows are mostly shapeless, I cannot bring myself to pluck them off. I digress. Again. I tried to cover the hairy lines with a dusting of powder. No hope. I added liquid foundation. No change. I slapped on thick concealer. Ah! Finally, we are getting somewhere. Now, I have no brows.Next, I tried to think of how to make myself look bashed up, short of getting into a real bashing. Still no idea. I dug through my skinny makeup pouch and voila! Liquid eyeliner! Unscrewing the cap, I randomly drew a line on where my eyebrow is supposed to be. Not bad. I started extending the line haphazardly. A little crooked here, a little crooked there. I know! I shall have veins "popping" out! But black is not a convincing colour for vein. For some strange reason, I have a blue liquid eyeliner. So blue veins it shall be! It's very gratifying to not care about whether the lines are straight, because they are not supposed to be. Doodling on your face is something you should not knock. The cooling liquid liner floating on your skin is fun!After Operation Veins was completed, I turned to my friends ans asked, 'How do I look?'. For the first time, I was not happy to hear the words: you look good! But I don't want to look good! I decided I needed lumps. Here's how you can make your facial lumps:Lumps 1011. On your forearm, put a dollop of liquid foundation.2. Add powder to the foundation.3. Using your finger, mix the two until you get balls of lumps. Ta da!Now that you have your lumps, the question is how to put them on your face. Stupidly, you realised too late that you should have began Lumps 101 on your face instead of your forearm. Happily, you are glad your friend has that eyelining glue you can borrow to stick your lumps up.With the skin toned lumps, I look like the Ah Pek with the mole, except no hair growing out. I want scary, not androgynous. I added fake blood to it and realised, too late again, the following formula I forgot to memorise:Liquid fake blood + Waterproof liquid foundation (that's a weird phrase) = Stained clothingBecause the frikking blood doesn't mix with the lumps! Happily again, you are glad friend has another bottle of blood you can borrow to mix and yes, it does mix. Yay!Some black eyeliner smear onto the lumps, lips and under the eye later and you get:Scary not? Say yes leh. Prease? For the first time again, I lamented that my skin a bit too smooth to look scary. But my liquid foundation cost $50+ and it's too expensive a lump to have on my face when it can fall off anytime. Final make up was done.Can I suggest that you leave the bunny/nurse/sexy devil outfit for Valentine's Day? Because there were so many of them at Zouk! On Halloween? Maybe it's just me, but I thought Halloween was supposed to be full of scary looking people rather than sexy ones? I don't understand it.Oh ya! I still haven't revealed what I was right. There you go:Pirate with Hamburglar?! Haha... Please don't kill me Beishan. X:Huimin's friend turned to me and asked the saddest thing of the night, "What are you supposed to be?"I started screaming and shouting "ROW ROW ROW YOUR BOAT, GENTLY DOWN THE STREAM!!!!" I think that was my scariest moment of the night. :D We also got in to Zouk for free because we put Ms Scary in front of our groups. She was chosen to be nominated for Most Scary Costume or something. Cool... I'll dig out a pic and upload k?Phuture was way uncool. Too crowded! And this bitch of a woman kept gyrating wildly and knocking into me and petite Beishan. Shit is the word. Anyway, as I said, clubbing is secondary to dressing up. We sat outside the toilet to cool down and a troop of Chinese vampires came over. One of them hurriedly sat down. Apparently, because of the stiffness and thickness of the costume, and the overwhelming crowd, and the fact that she was interesting enough to wear BLACK underneath her costume, she nearly fainted from the heat. As she sat, her fellow vampires crowded around her. Give her air man! Her eyes were rolling back. Finally, they stripped her costume and she was brought back to life. Imagine the headlines otherwise: Real vampire attacked clubbers at Zouk. So girls and boys, do not wear costumes that are too thick. Big furry animal mascots are no no too. How will you dance? How can you drink? How can you say no to people who wanted to take photograph with you when you are rushing to creating a Merlion fountain of puke in the bathroom? Think about it huh?Before the end of the night was over, I thought my normal side of the face started to look scary too:DAMN YOU! OILY EYELIDS!!! PUI! Pre-Halloween Hello! When is Halloween? 31st Oct right?How come my friends say people celebrate it today? 27 Oct. Just because it's a Saturday!I've been wanting to go to Halloween since I was in secondary school. When I looked around, I did not see many people dressing up. I was sad. The one day when you can really go ALL OUT to do something crazy, assume a new identity and NOT get stared at (not too much anyway). But I always read in the papers that there was not much of an ambience then.This year, I was happily thinking to myself: Never mind! I still have Saturday to go get costume because Wednesday is the big day. Finally! For once, during Halloween, I will not have exams/test/CA/SA/practical/study break, yada, yada, yada. Not that these stopped me from dressing up at home.So imagine my shock when Friend casually announced to me that we are going Zouk this Saturday (aka today). Huh? For what? I asked. Halloween la! Came the answer. Huh??!!??!!! I'm going to miss Halloween again?!No way! So off I ambled over to costume shops, which strangely, are located rather near one another. Masquerade (26A Bali Lane Tel : 6292 4889) is the bright pink shop opposite Raffles Hospital. Beware when you drop by here though. To make your way up the stairs will be a neck-breaking activity if you have size 9 feet and are wearing 3" heels. The stairs are at 60 degree incline! Nevertheless, what hit me first was the clothing on the floor! I think the mad rush for costume revealed the ugly side of last-minute shoppers. Many things are carelessly thrown on the floor, which is such a sin really, because they are good clothing and props! This, of course, makes for a longer time to find what you want. I started digging into the pile for things to get. I think the rate is $50 (non-students; students get special rate of $35) for a whole outfit, including the prop. One advice though, before you go digging, think of what you want. Otherwise you will get distracted by the Roman Soldier Pecs rubber outfit, the kinky salsa dancer's shimmery fringed skirt, or the tribal chief's walking stick, complete with a skull. By a stroke of luck, I found something I like and continued digging for props. While at Masquerade, I was amazed to see girls who looked like they are in JC or University. Because it's frikking exam times! Don't they have to study?! And what's sad is that, to me, Halloween should be about looking scary or disgusting. Many girls were tearing each other's hair over angel wings, scratching eyeballs over fairy wands, or baring craws to lay paws on nurses outfit. What happened? Was Victoria's Secret coming to stage a show using passerby models?Anyhoo, Masquerade closes at 8pm (slightly extended for Halloween) so I had to hurry to another costume shop because my head is too big for all the headwear! ): Not empty inside hor! Next up was No. 1 Costume (32 Aliwal St Singapore 199922 Tel: 6333 9440). This is supposedly the largest costume shop in Singapore. It is quite big, with an area outside that sells props and some outfits. Inside the shop, there are a number of big mascot outfits. Fitting rooms are huge too, with a large selection of clothing. I was told that my friend rented an outfit for $80, so it might be slightly more expensive compared to Masquerade. Nevertheless, there is more walking space and more options. There is also a section with Exclusive clothing aka more well-made clothing. Nice, but still my head is too big.Alas! No fanciful hats for me. Finally, tonight I am going to dress up for Halloween after spending a grand total of $63.80. I suspect the getting ready part will be more fun than the clubbing part though. +_+ To save money I had two Ikea vouchers worth $10 each. Expiring on 22 September 2007.I went to Ikea and spent 2 hours figuring out what to get.Not that there's nothing I like in Ikea. On the contrary, I like many things but they are not suitable for me. I mean, where can I put a red couch when the floor in my room is made of bags and more bags?Plan: Make full use of the vouchers and spent as little excess as possible.After much to-ing and fro-ing, I finally got these:To appreciate how well I stuck to my plan, look at this:For the non-food items. $10.10!You must be thinking: Ah ha! She didn't consider the 'No Plastic Bags' policy in Ikea! Wrong! I did. What I did not know for that the Pappis Magaz Files that were selling in 2pcs for 10c was in fact already packed as 2pcs. So I took up 2 individual packs = 2 x 2 = 4. Incidentally, the boxes are all folded and sitting on top of my bag-floor.That's doing pretty good I would say. Now to the food items. The Daim chocolates (fantastic things I tell you) are $7.40. The Ballerina (I don't think you will be shaped like one after eating them) costs $2.90. Not too bad I think. That's $10.30 right?Here's the number crunch:Value of vouchers = Absolute voucher value - trip to Ikea - excess paid - things you don't actually need - cost of lunch you 'happened' to miss - return fare when you forgot your Ez-Link has no more value (see below image for rare glimpse at the humble bus ticket)Value of vouchers = $20 - $1.10 - $0.40 - $20.40 - $1.70 - $1.30 = -$4.90 A whole lotta muttering Recently, I longed for the days in Brisbane. Ah! The joys of discovering different cuisines, the fun in walking along Brisbane river (although, technically speaking, it is exercise), the gorgeous AND cheap decorative items selling at K-mart and Target. So, when I walked past a Turkish restaurant at Robertson Quay, I knew I had to go there one day! Armed with a fellow lady who has a certain fondness for Turkish and a guy who recently convert to an ardent fan of my blog, we visited Cappadocia Cafe Restaurant. The decor was much simpler than Ahmet's but it still has a Turkish feel. Alas! We went on a Thursday so little chance of seeing any belly dancer. I'm not sure whether they have belly dancing performance in the first place. At Ahmet's they actually have male belly dancer too! Interesting huh! After much indecisive muttering to ourselves while pouring over the menu,I settled for Doner Iskender, that is grilled chicken with yogurt. I didn't eat both! Only the one with the white stuff! At $16(?), the serving was quite large! There's pieces of freshly baked bread included to soak in the fragrant sauce that has a tomato base. I love my mian bao! After the meal, we could not resist a visit to Chocolate Factory. I have been searching for Italian Hot Chocolate for so long! Too bad, they don't have it there. The first time I went into the shop to check whether it's on the menu, I was greeted with some rude service. "Everything we have is on the menu!" Bah! I can read you know? I just want to see if they occasionally serve up some specials. However, the second time I went, which was after the Turkish meal, the service was ok. What I don't understand was why there is to be no photography inside the cafe. I mean, if you don't allow us to take photograph of the chocolates, I can understand. But if you decorated the cafe so nicely, what's the issue with a few images here and there? Free publicity somemore.Weird. In the end, I had Chocolate Espresso Con Panna. Since I don't have the luxury of the picture painting a thousand words for me, I shall have to describe. It was really like an espresso, everything in tiny cup. Not too cheap at $5! It was topped with whipped cream and accompanied by a piece of chocolatey sin. The taste was good but I prefer my Italian hot chocolate. Give me my Italian hot chocolate at Paris-wannabe-in-Brisbane! I also attended a wedding recently. Having never attended any weddings of a peer, I was at a loss with regards to the "market rate" for the ang bao. I found the amount is directly proportional to the number of stars of the hotel or restaurant and inversely proportional to the degree of separation from the newly wed. That means, a dinner of a direct friend at a 5 star hotel will be more expensive than a dinner for a friend's friend at a 5 star hotel which will be more expensive than a dinner for a friend's friend at a 4 star hotel. Yes? The wedding favours were nice! A photo frame, a ball of rose soap. Menu was stolen. :x As usual, the job hazard kicked in. I started observing the decorations, the writing, and the layout of the place. I "kop" the menu because it is nice. The Don man asked me if, after seeing a wedding, I feel inspired to get married too. I told him I'm more excited about planning one. He said I'm weird. Am I? Huh? Huh? HUH?!?!?! I also attended a friend's birthday. Technically speaking, it was a dinner and dessert thing. Followed by mahjong!!! I saw how Ms Bday Girl was staggering under the weight of her bag and got the smashing idea! Yeah! Copy other people and feature what's in other's handbags! How original! +_+ Here we are, the handbags of 3 ladies with very different lifestyles: 1. The gym nut postgraduate 2. The cosmetics fanatic sales coordinator 3. The busy, hectic television station assistant producer Guess who's bag is the heaviest! +_+ Making the coffee froth I once had a chance to learn to make coffee using the coffee machine. Not the put water and coffee powder then watch the drip drip drip kind. But the kind where you make a lot of noise. Where you put coffee powder into the holder, press it down real hard, and put into the machine and this and that kind. So friend was teaching me how to make the froth for my cuppacino. Here's her instructions: "You take it (the metal cup holding the cold milk) by the handle." "Then put it here (at the sprout on the machine that makes the froth)." "Move it up and down slowly." "You will fill it (the base of the cup) getting hotter." "Then you have to be careful." "Because it will rise to the top very fast." "But you still have to continue the up and down movement." "If you not careful..." "The white stuff may spurt out very fast and hurt you." New releases Recently, there has been a lot of hoo-ha over Britney Spears. Here's her new single. Thumbs up or down?The phone conversation sound seems familiar? Yes! Ex Justin Timberland did that in Sexyback.And Her Booty Highness, Ms JLo has already released a new single. Yes or no?Not doing it for me. Sorry.Finally, here's Ms Flexible, Nicole S-unpronouncable name in her latest video. Hmm or yeah baby?Many yoga moves in this one. The story of Bluey There was once lived a very haolian blue ball named Bluey. He always walked all over his keyboard kingdom proclaiming to the alphabets that he has the biggest flower in the entire kingdom.He was so happy that he raised his legs and laughed so much until his eyes became wild and his legs were permanently spread.One day, Bluey was on his daily walk around his keyboard kingdom, haolian-ning as usual. Suddenly, he saw something that made his wild eyes pop...He even dropped his own flower.From that day on Bluey the blue ball learnt not to walk all over his alphabets. Not literally of course.