Little Miss Good

Met a friend for lunch 2 days ago and she said something incomprehensible to me:-

"Your hair looks neater and tamer every time I see you"

"What do you mean?" I asked, feeling slightly affected as I thought she was trying to insinuate that my hair looked flat and thin (major woe for a gal with stick-straight hair).

"It means you're becoming tamer too. Your hair reflects what you are."

Deep stuff huh. According to her, during my party days yonks ago (which I cringe about sometimes), my hair looked pretty wild (and hot, if I may add myself). Ever since I got together with Mr P, my status changed from "wild, party girl" to "little miss good". I dropped clubbing from my list of "To Dos" and preferred hanging out at home with my babe watching pirated DVDs, even if he ends up falling asleep and snoring in the middle of the show all the time. On the few occasions I did club, I found myself not enjoying the moment as much as I used to.

On top of that, my drinking capabilities have diminished to the point of being pitiful! I get high and lobster-red just sipping over a pint of beer. In the past, I was the revered beer guzzler no one could beat! I loved screaming "taaaaaa!!!" and clanging my glass against another, which was a challenge for the holder of the other glass to bottoms up, ala the ah lian way.

Gone are the Fridays spent stumbling around pissed drunk, retching over the toilet bowl in Zouk, chatting up or getting myself chatted up by hot (and maybe some not-so-hot) dudes, embarrassing my friend with the "Hi, are you Allan Wu?" incident, knocking myself out cold on the bathroom tiles at home, etc etc.

Now, I'm just the good gal-next-door chilling out at home in the company of Rachael Yamagata. Her album "Happenstance" rocks, by the way.

Monday blues

The dreaded Monday blues insidiously kicked its way into my system when the clock chimed 12. It's almost like inhaling a breath of foul air, it leaves you feeling sick and listless for the rest of the day.

It always amazes me how short weekends are and how incredibly longggg weekdays seem to drag on! Don't they (i.e. weekdays) know we hate them!! Go home!

As all of you can probably guess, I am extremely negative, grouchy and sullen on Mondays, so please keep out of my way if you can!

Arrrggghhhh start of the workweek! Dammit!

Lynn's Birthday

Lynn, my dear friend, is one of the first in our group to add 1 to her age. Of course, this also means that she's always slightly wiser than the rest of us :) This time, we had a mini celebration at The Secret Garden. Of course, a birthday celebration is the best excuse for a get-together with friends too!



The food at The Secret Garden was pretty decent and prices were reasonable. I had the crayfish and scallop spagetti. It's not the best spag I've tasted, but I'll give it a pass. Desserts were really good, the triple choc cake and hot date (which is a warm, sticky cake with melted toffee) gave us the sugar-high. We left the restaurant feeling happy and merry, tho' if we had realised then that the restaurant had overcharged us on a triple choc, we may not have been so pleased.

Second stop was at Mohd Sultan, where Martin unfortunately discovered a flat tyre.

Three hot (ooohhh!) and sweaty (double ooohhhh!) guys displaying their brain and brawn in the art of changing tyres.

The posing bystanders who were not of much help.

The "V" for Victory sign I coerced out of the tired and frustrated car owner.

After the gruelling tyre-changing exercise, we settled down at Brussels Sprouts, a Belgian bistro/bar, where we indulged ourselves with some fine Belgian beer and needless to say, shameless camwhoring.





We gals got ourselves high with Mc Chouffe, a dark Belgian beer with 8% alcohol content. That's high by my standard, considering that the regular beers like Hoegardden and Heineken contain about 5%. And with a marked deterioration in my alcohol tolerance (hick!), it's no wonder I made my way home looking like a shiny lobster.

My favourite tunes

He is one cool dude. Not the most handsome, but chill to the max. And terribly talented. Check out "Heart of Life", "Stop This Train" and "Dreaming with a Broken Heart". This album rocks, I've been listening to it for days now.

My life

aI've been with my new job for a month now. I have to admit that I was pretty overwhelmed by the changes in environment, work scope and new colleagues at the onset. I left office everyday feeling slightly short of breath and anxious about the following day. Expectations of me loomed high, and I strived hard to handle the tasks that were bestowed on me.

Things have improved since then. I am learning a little bit of something everyday. I am getting to know my colleagues and discovering the quirks and eccentricities of my superiors one by one. I knock off on average at 7pm and am almost always in time to catch "The Amazing Race" (Monday), "The Arena" (Tuesday) and "The DanceFloor" (Wednesday). Leaving office early sure took a bit of getting used to. Afterall, I came from a job that provides dinner to its staff as an "incentive" to stay back late. So hey, I'm not complaining here!

Work aside, the situation at my rented home has taken a turn for the worse. My landlord seems to have forgotten our agreement that he shall use the toilet only after I leave the house at 8.30am every morning. Last week, I had a sudden urge that could not wait but as luck would have it, dear landlord was taking a shower. I spent a gruelling 5 minutes jumping around in my room and going green in the face. I bet the question running through your head right now is "why doesn't he use his own attached bathroom?" Good question, my friend, that's what I'll like to find out myself.

He has also started smoking big time in the toilet we share. Such that everytime I enter the toilet after him, my lungs turn ashy from all the 2nd hand smoke I inhale. If I were to contract any smoking-related diseases in future, he will be guilty as charged.

All these unpleasantries really make me wonder if I should renew my lease come April. Or maybe I should re-negotiate the terms and conditions with the landlord again. Or maybe I should just get the hell out of that house. But the hassle of packing, moving and unpacking sure ain't a fun thought. And I'll have to start searching for a new place, and who knows? The new landlord may be 100 times worse than the current one! Why, oh why, do I have to be at the mercy of landlords?!!!!!

On a happier note, go catch "Music & Lyrics" if you're looking for a good laugh. Hugh Grant was hilarious! In fact, I was laughing and snorting so much (and loud) that P was pretty embarrased!