Lunch & Floating

Met up with Little-Missus today, and was greeted with a youthful and bubbly new haircut she just had over the weekend!! I had a great time chatting with her (an extended, detailed catch-up session) over our La Mian and yummy pumpkin cakes at Imperial Treasures. I felt bad though, having made her lug all her heavy wedding albums all the way for me to look at. The albums were lovely, as we both sighed over how we miss the days of our wedding prep and the wedding celebrations! So sorry once again Candice, but thanks for the sweetest gesture!! :)


In the evening, some of us at the hotel went over to the floating platform that is now set to hold the first National Day celebrations at the Marina Bay. This was a sponsor's night, an introduction to the floating platform. Met my uncle whose on the organising committee, and he proudly showed us around the platform, explaining how the NDP celebrations would be like. Awesome stuff they have done here, an incredible job!!

And of course, I had to whip out my camera to take a few shots, for this momentous occasion of stepping foot onto this giant floating stage for the first time. And don't think I'll be here when the actual mania starts - the crowds (AND TRAFFIC) would be too scary!






Back at the office, gleeful smiles... after @ndrea gulped down 3 beers!!!! And r@e looking stoned.

Mambo Mania

We spent the whole of today vegetating at home, being couch potatoes. Recovering from last night's attempt to squeeze with the crowd at Zouk/mambo. It was seriously CROWDED, I was obviously not in the right frame of mind. The Boy had wanted to go Mambo with his colleagues, to supposedly check out the youth market, for their better understanding and strategising for the segment of youth marketing.

The mass dance-like crowd with synchronised hand movements for each and every song was AMAZING, I couldn't help but stared with my gaping mouth. I couldn't understand how on earth would these kids relate to these 80s songs? Why would they get so elated at listening to these tunes??? I am unabashedly a fan of music from the 80s, but the combination of sweaty bodies doing funny signs with their hands and smoky surroundings proved too much for my old body. Thank goodness I was in good, enjoyable company, which salvaged the experience somewhat.

Never again would I step into Mambo. Don't think I'll want to step into another club again, till the anti-smoking law kicks in. I felt 10 years older, my lungs felt abused. Luckily the media event at Cafe del Mar tomorrow is open-air. =p