Hi grumpy

Is it possible to dread one of the supposedly greatest day of your life? "Supposedly" because i cant agree how having 70% of the ppl at a "greatest day of my life" event that i have never ever met nor care would conjure a happy image. And of course the table seating. So. Painful. I. Can't. Even. Dont even let me get started on all the stuff that we are suppose to buy all in the name of chinese tradition. 

No wait i want to get started on it. Because it was one of e rare moments where i literally rolled my eyes (most of the time is an imaginary eye roll out of courtesy to the rolled-at party) and had to use my handphone to keep my fingers busy (which means bitch texting to e bff)., else the same fingers will be wrapped ard the dude's throat at the store selling wedding stuff. SERIOUSLY my future baby is not gg to be blessed just because i bought a fugly cheap plasticy crap that is meant to be a bathing tub okay?!?!? TELL ME WILL ROLL EYES ANOT. Wtf. And i have already said beforehand i just want the bloody tea set and porcelain bowl set, so quit trying to sell ur whatever shitty set at extorbitant prices in e name of chinese tradition ok? Got so mad that i went to taobao to get them instead (which is cheaper btw).

And to the part which to me is the most important, the solemnisation, could potentially end up to be ruined by the said 70 percent ppl loitering ard to pass time. Cannot chase them away or something. May need to do something drastic like setting up a bloody carnival elsewhere to keep them occupied so i can say my vows in presence of ppl who truly care. 

Word of advice, dont have a banquet if u can get away with it. Unless u are marrying someone where money isnt an issue and all e misc stuff is settled for you and All u fret abt is what to wear.

flashback

Flash of certain images, texts. Emotions resurfacing. Feel a little comforted, a little angry, a little happy, bits of regret, perhaps a little guilt. Too many too little. It is going to be a tough long night.

twenty seven

Turning twenty seven in an hour's time fifty-two minutes (because I am anal like that)!

Aaaaand... yeap. That's it. It feels the same turning 26. And 25. And 24. Maybe a slight difference - NO MORE PEAK! Woots! Apart from that, life goes on. I am such a wet blanket on my own birthday.

The initial plan of just rotting my life away chilling at home, watch a lot of some TV (omg Scandal is SO SO SO GOOD. I don't particularly like anyone in the show but the plot is full of twists and damn exciting! I am rather undecided on Huck and Quinn. I kind of like Huck because he is just plain psycho in some scenes but sometimes he is kind of whiny which irritates me. The same goes for Quinn. Oooh and Jake is hot.), go for my run had to be ditched because of last minute plans.  Actually, by normal standards, it is not really last minute since it was planned the day before. Bu by my super anal standards, anything not planned at least 3 days in advance = last minute. I am the place where all spontaneity comes to die. But this time i shall let this particular spark of spontaneity live because I am feelin' magnanimous. And also I get to torture play with my gf's hair and face! 

An extension of exciting stuff (by exciting means having some kind of social life and not having my butt firmly attached to my chair, wearing my PJs and watching TV) would be moving to a new floor for my work! My new seat is awesome shizz because to my back are windows. Which means, NO ONE CAN SEE WHAT I AM DOING ON MY COMPUTER -rub hands with glee- Then again, the company blocks almost every damn thing you can think of which leaves me with ... IRAS website, MAS website and investopedia. 

On the plus side, it is on the 8th floor (we used to be seated at 13th. And no the plus side is not because it is on an auspicious floor) and that means no more going into lift rage when every other bloody person in the damn lift presses a lower floor number which translates to taking 10 bajillion years to get to my floor. Especially so when you are going to be late and the lift STOPS AT EVERY DAMN FLOOR FROM THE 4th TO THE 12th. I admit that I sometimes do the douchey thing which is to furiously jab at the close button the moment I step into the lift because statistics have shown that 99% of the people who enter the same lift with me alights at a lower floor. Dont give me judgy eyes because I am sure everyone has done that at one point or another. Right??!? Right.

And what is all this positivity without some not-so-good stuff to balance it out. Still kind of fuming over some personal stuff. It didn't happen to me so all i am sayin' is YOU DONT JUST COME AND MESS WITH MAH GIRL AND EXPECT TO WALK AWAY UNSCATH. Not that I am going to do anything (unless you count wishing upon that person constipation and pimple explosion) because there really isn't much I can do.  I hate feeling helpless and I wish I had the super power to just take it all away. Or strike the 10 million lottery and just whizz my girl away on an awesome trip. And buy a couple of Chanels. And Ferragamos. And that super cute dress I saw which cost an obscene amount of money. 


Ending in the most abrupt and awkward manner (just like I am in real life. Ball of awkward. And occasional grumpy), a picture of my pretty gf (doubling up as proof that there is at least one person out there who loves me and all my awkwardness and grumpiness).

 
 

 

三百六十五天

Happy three sixty five to us! Hopefully another sixty more 365s (unless death - the grand plan is to live till ard eighty-ish but if fate says to expire before that, then so be it; or divource gets to us first). 

Xoxo

The ever pessimist

goodbye

Seems like going through (and surviving) the most painful event ever makes everything else easier to go through. Easier in the sense that it just feels hollow inside. No tears no pain, just emptiness. Is this a new kind of pain? Can it be considered pain if there is no "pain"?

Goodbye Nicky. Goodbye.

Tin Lung Heen (2 Star Michelin Star HK Restaurant) @ Ritz Carlton

Ever since we couldn't get a reservation at a one star restaurant when we were in the States (we even went to the restaurant before it opened to wait, hoping to snag a table. But nope, no chance. Even when we pleaded and said that we will eat real fast #likeanasianyo. Nope. Was turned away politely by the staff. -cue silent tear down my cheek- I think we went to Noma's as a substitute. Which is also awesome. OMG to the food although we had to wait 40 minutes. Have never had better breakfast-y food in SG. Plus it was big sister's treat. So it was a FREE awesome brunch cuz i am cheap like that. -double thumbs up- And sorry i digressed), I have been obsessing with eating at one. So when a short impromptu trip to Hong Kong was made, I was like all "girl (or rather boy since i was goingg with T) we gotta go eat at a Michelin star restaurant yo at ALL COST".

Thanks to the power of technology, a reservation was made in 10 seconds flat. And then my phone beeped with the email confirmation. Tim Lung Heen, here we come.

The candied nuts were moreish. Had to slap T's hand from reaching out more. 

I cannot remember what was inside! I think it was scallops.

Iberian pork! It was melt in your mouth and clog your arteries delicious. But it get pretty jelat after the second piece. AND THERE WERE EIGHT. -.-

Glutinous rice is always love. It is not OMG Fantastic but it was nice.

Carrot cake. Once again, ginormousy portion for 2. T wanted it so we ordered. It was pretty nice.

Once again, T insisted on trying the po lo bao. It was nice, but I wouldnt pay for it at TLH.

Mango-y dessert.

Total damage was $150 for 2. Was it worth the price? Not really. I felt I was paying more for the atmosphere (it was at 102 floor and we were literally in the clouds) and the top notch service. The only thing that I thought was really good was the iberian pork. Nonetheless, I had a great time because of the company. I refused to let T eat before having snapped the perfect shot with my camera AND my iphone. I was laughing so hard because he was going " DONT TAKE ALREADY LA. FOOD COLD ALREADY STILL TAKE. I WANT TO EAT NAO NAO NAO!"

Now to tackle another michelin star restuarant! #suckerforlife

big brother

"It was a trap. I'd seen the type in the entertainment world of LA, people who get so far and no farther, seething resentfully on the margins at people who direct real Hollywood movies or act in real Broadway plays. These near misses often get just enough reward here and there that they won't give up, but their occasional small successes are in some ways worse than nothing.  

Failure affords release."

"Lastly, the well and truly fat. I think we long ago put to rest their reputation for jollity. Misery, more like it. Melancholy, perhaps. Helplessness. Self-indulgence and self-deceit. Defensiveness. Resignation to the present; fatalism about the future. Self-hatred and self-reproach. Shyness. Self-pity, albeit richly deserved; a persecution complex, although ought it be called a "complex" when you're genuinely persecuted? A self-deprecating sense of humour. Humility. As a consequence of having all too often been on the pointy end of malice, kindness. An enfolding warmth. Generosity. Born of self-evident frailty, cheerful acceptance of whatever might also be wrong with you. A longing to be left in peace, and a preference for staying home. Gentleness. Harmlessness. Langour. Frankness. Ribaldry. A down-to-earth nature and a lack of pretension."

-Big Brother, Lionel Shriver

She nailed it. As always. Loved her new novel to bits. When I read the ending, I was like WTF?!?! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. I hated it, I wanted it so badly to turn out what I thought to be. And then i grew to love it. Because it is SO GOD DAMN TRUE. That deep down as much as we would all love the cliche happily ever after ending, the reality is far from that. That relationships aren't that simple as it is. That the whole "blood is thicker than water" can only go so far. 

Damn i can't wait for her next novel.