Cakes, beer, and lots of fun.

Today was an absolutely fun-filled, not to mention enjoyable day. Started it off meeting R for cakes and cocktail at Hyatt's Mezza9, where we almost couldn't decide on our choices. The strawberry shortcake and strawberry cheesecake were a must of course, on top of that there was the green tea opera and chocolate mud. Had this amazing frozen strawberry daiquiri as well while R had her latte.

After Mezza9, we were off to Wala Wala at Holland V, and that's where the fun really started. A pity that R had to leave a little early cos of her interview the next day. The friends started to show up one by one, and the band started to play hit after hit. If Wala was like this every saturday, I wouldn't mind spending my nights there every weekend! All in all, great fun and lots of laughter and sick jokes, kind of reminds me of the twisted conversations me and theFamily have most of the time.. LOL.


My Frozen Strawberry Daiquiri


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Me with my Frozen Strawberry Daiquiri


Our selection for the night: Green Tea Opera, Strawberry Cheesecake, Strawberry Shortcake, and Chocolate Mud. Not to mention her Latte and that Strawberry Daiquiri.


@ Wala Wala: Zach, Neil and myself.


The ladies: Pauline, Michelle with her new braces, Charlete and Penny.


Together now!


Doreen and me.


Michelle and me.

people to hurt, decisions to make.

I like it when I have choices. It gives me the feeling that at least I have some control over certain issues that need to be decided on, and that there is some flexibility to it.

The problem now is that the time has come to make some decisions again, and this time having choices isn't exactly the most pleasant of things, cos making a decision on any of those would mean letting the others down. I could stand and wait at the crossroads just to see what happens, but sooner or later I've gotta walk down one of its paths, and abandon the rest. Either that or I could just turn around and walk back where I came from, which essentially would still be a display of how much of a bastard I can be.

Damn it.

Strawberry Indulgence

Finally hit mezza9 at the Hyatt Hotel today to try out that strawberry shortcake that some people are talking so much about. Strangely, considering that the place is housed within a hotel like the Hyatt, the cakes were going surprisingly cheap! The strawberry shortcake was going for $4.50 compared to Bakerzin's $6+. Overall, it was quite a good experience. We had tiramisu, strawberry shortcake, strawberry cheesecake, and blackforest. The tiramisu was nothing much to shout about though, in fact it was almost tasteless. The strawberry shortcake was topped with rolls of white chocolate and blueberries, which went really well with the rest of it. The strawberry cheesecake was just plain awesome. Loads of strawberries on top of a thick mass of cheese. Great stuff. The blackforest was ok, nothing out of the ordinary.


From left: Tiramisu, Strawberry Shortcake, Strawberry Cheesecake, and Blackforest Cake.

After that it was more shopping again, and this time I decided to return to the tailor at Far East Plaza who had made my first suit about 2 years ago to check out his selection. Surprisingly, he remembered me! Haha he was asking where theHaz was as well cos he remembered we both had our suits done up there 2 years ago. Turns out that he had quite a fine selection of fabrics there, and I couldn't help but get some shirts done up. I'm beginning to feel the need for a bigger wardrobe now..

Quantum of Solace was up next. People were right. It's mostly action now, and the whole espionage thing is totally gone. It was still quite a show though.

Shopping and more shopping

It's amazing how the ladies do it.

I was out of the house as early as 10am this morning, and having just finished the night shift the night before, I definitely had zero chance of catching some shut eye. We were supposed to attend this talk on animation technology, in our hopes of gaining some insight on what might be useful for the soft squids, but due to a royal screw up by a lounge attendant and his manager, we ended up missing the entire thing at the Picturehouse. Not wanting to waste the fact that we were already there, Haz, his bun and me decided to catch Madagascar 2, which didn't turn out so bad after all. Had quite a few laughs in there, and I actually didn't doze off during the show!

After that it was just shopping madness. From Centrepoint to Ngee Ann City to Wisma Atria to Paragon to Heeren to Cineleisure, we spent the entire day walking and walking and walking, shopping for stuff. Hey I'm not complaining that I get to go out shopping, but whoa damn is it tiring. So here I am now at home nursing two sore ankles, and I'll be out there again tomorrow afternoon, repeating the process once more, just at different locations. LOL.

The Number 3 and The Rose

Something really strange happened today. I was walking to work, passing through the corridors of the SMRT building at City Hall when this dude stopped me. I thought he might have been asking for directions or something at first. He subsequently introduced himself and said he was from India, and start rambling on about how he could tell by looking at my forehead, what kind of person I am. All the time that he was talking to me about my character, he never looked me in the eye, but was looking at my forehead. I didn't really listen much, but I did remember him saying that if there's one thing that's bad about me, it's how brutally frank and honest I can be, if I'm for example, sitting at a table talking with a bunch of friends.

So he goes on and asks me if I know about astrology and the stars, and I said I've heard of it. Then shit started to get real weird from there. He took out a notepad, wrote something on a paper, crushed it and asked me to hold it in my hand. He then asked me to tell him a number from 1 to 5. I picked 3. He then asked me what my favourite flower is, and I've always liked roses, so I told him that. He then asked me to unwrap the piece of paper I was holding.

"3. Rose."

I was like WHOA WTF. He then told me that this coming year, I'll have 3 opportunities or instances of very good luck, or something good will happen, and that business will be good. After that, he shook my hand, and he walked off.

This was just weird, but I more than welcome that little fortune he predicted for me, for I sure could do with some of that good fortune right about now. Heh simply amazing.

random thoughts

Okay so that trip to mezza9 didn't happen due to some last minute unforeseen circumstances, but I'll get down to hitting the place soon anyway..

I've been feeling kind of aimless recently. Maybe not aimless, but fickle. Not to say that I'm not fickle-minded most of the time, but while I usually dedicate most of my time to one single thing that I'm the least bit interested in, I'm beginning to find that attention being quite divided recently. The worst thing is that the amount of effort being put in isn't being divided, resulting in tired days and bad mornings.

Ok you people probably don't know what I'm rambling on about here, but that's the whole point. You don't have to know cos that would mean knowing one of my dark little secrets. LOL.

In the meantime, random thought for the day:
I hate it when people are late. If you have a good reason to be late, like maybe if the bus broke down, you had to run a REALLY important errand etc, it's fine. It utterly disgusts me though, when arrangements are made and I arrive on the dot, only to call and find out that you're not out yet. It's even worse if you lie about where you are, because it's not that hard to tell a liar over the phone. The least that could be done would be to at least inform me, but even that has a limit to it. There's only so long that I can wait.

So a message to all those who have done it before, or intend to do it. I will hate you like you're the only person to hate in this world if you're fuck late for no good reason, at least for that period of time that I'm kept waiting, and a short period of time after you show up.

boring thursday updates

Okay so I'm on night shift for tonight and tomorrow, and I can't for the life of me put myself to sleep. Going to hit Hyatt Hotel's mezza9 later for some of that strawberry shortcake that some people claim to be better than Bakerzin's. Only one way to find out!

Anyway, I was bored enough to do something like this.. LOL

new suit and newly weds

Yesterday was Kelly's wedding at the Park Royal at Beach Road, and it was nice to see her all dressed up in her best for her big day. Like all wedding banquets held like this though, I always thought of it as a pretentious facade with zero interaction. Throughout the dinner, you get to see the bride and groom for a grand number of about five times, all for no longer than 2 minutes each.

1. When you first arrive, they'll be there to greet you.
2. When they walk down the red carpet into the ballroom before dinner commences.
3. When they walk back in again for the champagne ceremony.
4. When they come round to your table to take a photo.
5. When you leave. (This could be excluded for some other guests, cos we actually went to look for her before leaving.)

If I had to host a wedding dinner for a bunch of friends, I'd make sure it was unorthodox and a lot more personal.

On other notes, the new suit arrived that day, and of course I wore it to the dinner! Really great work, no wonder everyone's always praising this tailor. Who says you have to spend $3000+ just to get a stunning Hugo Boss suit? Just hit the tailor! Especially this one, cos I told him I was eyeing the Hugo Boss 2008 collection, and he took a magazine out which had the exact suit I wanted. All he had to do was follow. LOL.