The Last Weekend

Gee, I've been so irregular with the blog that I'm only writing about last weekend this weekend. But better late than never!

Last Saturday: Shutterbug has already written about it - the Fruits Dinner party at Mudgod and Ms P's new home. The moment we walked into the apartment, we were greeted by the powerful smell of the DURIAN. Ok, I'm not a fan of the king of fruits!

We like their new place (except for the arduous 3-storey climb up the steps) - 30 years old, it certainly spells character and an old-world charm with its mosaic tiles and retro railings.


Was great catching up with the girls and Shutterbug. The boys caught up with one another too.




And when fruits weren't enough for dinner, we went for Punggol Nasi Lemak thereafter, just across the street, where Gerald entertained us with some hilarious stories. These photos were obviously taken by the Master, not moi. Thanks dude! :D


Last Sunday: Singfest!!!

Queue was blady long, even when we were going in 3 hours after it started. Out of all the acts we caught, Jason Mraz was the best - I'm not surprised if he had every girl muttering "I'm his" when he sang "I'm Yours". So despite the heat and crowd, both BB and I were more than satisfied to have caught him in action.

Then again, I'm not that great a fan of such concerts. Not sure if I would go for another one of such again. The super long queue for the kebabs (which made me miss the entire Rick Astley act) was too much for me to bear. Or maybe I'm just getting old.




Thank goodness the rest of the week flew by quickly, for when Saturday came (National Day), I slept the entire day away. I slept like I haven't slept for years, only waking up for dinner. Haha.

I'm taking the day off tomorrow. Come to think of it, I haven't taken leave since late last year, so am long overdue for a thorough pampering session. A muddy murky stone massage, a manicure and a pedicure.... I'm definitely looking forward to it.

Take 5!

Am getting off work early today - to a concert!!!


I'm not that into the pop music culture and all. Ask me if the song is nice, I'll tell you yes. Ask me if I've heard it before, I'll say yes.

But ask me who is it by, ask me what the title is, I start having difficulty. It has always been this way - I recognise tunes for those that I'm attracted to, but I seldom remember the creators/performers behind them.

I mean, come on, I used to think that Queen, Nat King Cole and Prince all belong to the same era, the same royalty.

And most times, for the songs I enjoy listening to, it's because of The Boy. He loves them, he plays them over and over again. In turn, I love listening to them, cos they remind me of him, they make me feel closer to him. Especially when he goes overseas, and I have the car, I'll be playing the songs he always plays over and over.

I know, it's a strange kind of love.

80s MTVS

Came back late from work. While waiting for my hair to dry, was idly flipping through the channels, and chanced upon some 80s MTVs. They were damn hilarious to watch, and the songs oh SO MAMBO!! Oops, the closet mambo fan in me just let slip.

Remember Paula Abdul's "Rush Rush"? Did you know that the male lead in the mtv was KEANU REEVES?????? He had the same floppy long hair then, except that he looked flabby!!!! It got me onto youtube, check this out, True Faith by New Order. Of men jumping around in rubber suits, slapping each other, and a tortoise doing sign language. How did the script come about? This is classic man, MY GOSH!!!!