Comfort food

On a cold rainy day, nothing beats gathering around

a steaming steamboat with a group of friends.  

Completed

3.15am: It’s finally done! No more sewing. Yeah!

I can finally pass AL her wedding gift. *wide grin*

And, I am so pleased with my handicraft. *smirk* I know I didn’t make the dress but it is still alot of sewing just to add the frills on.

Ok, I will admit. I was seized by anticipation to see how it looks. I couldn’t resist trying it on. Sorry, A. After all, I had been sewing frantically in my spare moments these two weeks. I probably won’t see the dress again. So, just one quick try to please my very vain self.

Here it goes.

My newly completed project.

Haiz..I probably won’t get to see it again. I hope A likes it.

Last night

We had dinner at this insanely remote place right in the heart of town. Most of us were quite amazed that this place exists. Even the cab-drivers got lost. The dinner place was quite cool and an award winning one.

We happily ordered different main courses and got busy tasting each other’s dishes so that we could try all the mains. The hightlight of the night was the lamb racks. Mutton is usually on my off-list but this one tasted good! Oh and we took blatant pleasure in ordering all the desserts on the list. We went, “Oh! This is so good!” with every single dessert that we took. And of course, we just had to order more desserts. Yummy!

Adjourned to St James for partying. Our cab alighted us right in front of the bus-stop, all attention immediately went to our star of the night, wearing her boa and bridal crown. Y and I cracked up at their expressions. We decided we are solely in need of coffee and make a stop at Toastbox. By then, we got quite used to all the stares throw at AL. She was looking quite natural in her “outfit”.

The rest of the night, we drank, we gamed, we danced and took countless pictures of the bride to be. She drank, gamed, danced and took countless pictures. She sportingly got on the platform and danced with her bridal gear. Fell off the platform whereby we insisted she came down and started forming a human barricade around her.

We bar-hopped to the salsa bar (can’t remember the name). D and I went in a few mins behind the others and were shocked and amused to find her on stage dancing with the lead singer. We joined the others to find them asking each other bewilderedly, “How did she get on stage so fast?” Apparently, she went in with F first and was singled out and dragged on stage in less than 5 mins. She was certainly the centre of attraction for the night. We sent F on stage to get her down. It was quite funny cos that woman was clearly having fun and not ready to get off stage. F had to dance a trussle kind of dance on stage with her and the lead singer before finding the opportune moment to slip off gracefully with AL in tow. Well, as gracefully as possible lah. He danced for a while to please the singer. Danced with AL to catch hold of her and started edging their way off the stage.

We left after a short stint of dancing. AL was quite upset with us and adjourned to join her hubby to be who was still partying hard. It was 2am when I reached home. Early hours for partying maybe, but, I felt sooo tired.

A new resolution

I have a new resolution after tonight.

I decided to give up clubbing. I really don’t enjoy it anymore. It’s truly a waste of time and money.

I have never been a party animal anyway. There was this period where it was fun for a while. The only place I ever really like was this place at Chjimes. I like it because it is a caucasian crowd. Not because I am a SPG but because I think the crowd are really there to enjoy dancing. So, it is alot of fun to dance there. We don’t get pester by annoying men. And the live band is really good. I dislike places where everyone is hanging around trying to look cool or waiting for a pick up. Which is what I think of most clubs with the local crowd.*grimace*

Anyway, the next time somebody asks, my reply will be “I don’t club anymore.”

Think AL was disappointed by how early all of us cried off tonight. It is not because we do not love you, ok. You are the only reason why all of us are there tonight. But, really. Think all of us are feeling old and not into partying anymore. I can sew till 5am for you but please don’t ask me to party to wee hours. Really cannot make it anymore. 2 vodka ribena and I feel like I am all ready for bed.

All I want to say

In winter, when the fields are white, I sing this song for your delight

In spring, when woods are getting green, I’ll try and tell you what I mean

In summer, when days are long, perhaps you’ll understand the song

In autumn, when the leaves are brown, take pen and ink, and write it down

All I wanted to tell you was my feelings for you.

Busy sewing away…

Been sewing fervently for the past week working on this. I hope to finish by monday. So that I can give it to her before the big day. We are going out to celebrate her hen night later. Dinner at this place she requested. Apparently, the chef is cute. And, of course, clubbing to celebrate the party queen’s end of singlehood.

More sewing tomorrow. Hopefully, I can finish it.

The two cds I received this week are doing wonderfully as companions to sewing. The combination of which seems therapeutic.

Clock is ticking

 

Gals, please be street smart.

Due to the escalating rentals in town, we are shifting office to a rather unsavory district on the outskirt of town.

Inconveniences aside. There are some unsavory crowd around the area. Not to the extent of being unsafe, but, still, as one colleague cautioned us, it is better to keep ourselves on high alert and avoid staying late.

Yesterday, two of my female colleagues barged into this place where the unsavory crowd hangs out, wanting to use the Ladies. They got quite a shock and hurriedly back out of the place. They came back and told us the story. All of us had a good laugh. Of course, on hindsight, it is amusing.

T said in amazement, “The two of them are really not streetsmart”.

Turned to X and I, and warned in all seriousness, “The two of you! Please remember! Don’t go and do something like that hor. Don’t wait kena drag into a room or something”.

Both of us were quick to assure him that we wouldn’t.

The rest of the male colleagues all chimed in, “You gals must all learned to be more street smart. All of you please avoid the unsavory establishments around. Especially when you are walking alone and don’t stay late alone.” 

One thing to be said about my male colleagues. They are all nice gentlemen who are always glad to help. I can already envision them nagging at us over and over again. One of the things, I appreciate most about this job is really wonderful colleagues.

First Interview for this year

is not an interview.

I am invited to take a 90 mins MCQ test, followed by a 30 mins essay question test. The interview comes only if I do well.

Did some reading on the company’s profile and pricing models.

Keeping my fingers crossed.

Geez, I am becoming a dimwit. I couldn’t finish both the MCQ and case study. I think none of the other candidates finished the case study. But, I am just disgusted with myself for not finishing the MCQ cos it is not difficult. My mental processing is really slowing down. I need to read more financial books to improve my mental processing speed. 

Love will keep us alive

I have listened to this song countless times for the past few days. Both the Eagles version and Susan Wong version. Susan Wong’s version is great for plugging in moments before slumber. Just closed my eyes and lost myself in the song.