Loof on the house

The folks at BM had a night's out last Tuesday, and it was pretty interesting, haha. .

Anyways, PHOTOS!

(Luwyn, Aaron, Eric, Pat, Gen, Me)

Damn. I could get used to this.

Ok, this deserves a paragraph all on its own.

This, my friends, is a WET CUCUMBER. hahahahaha. The names of their drinks are damn funny lah. E.g. Steady-pom-pi-pi, Wet Cucumber... and ....

wait for it...


wait for it...


Pimp's Cup!

WTH!

They don't taste too bad, especially when they're free ;)

I suppose you're never too old for some bunny ears.

(Girl Gamer, Hot-Bod, Mr Pfizer, Ms Yellow-ribbon, Eve,
Back: Danny-the-magnificent, Anush, Amit)

We are suckers for publicity.

Oh, and this is like, the only picture with Carol, one of the people I work closely with. All Blacks!

These are the amount of drinks...left.

Disillusioned with beautiful celebrities

I don't know what reel beauty is anymore.

Living la vida loca?

This is what greets you as an entry-level public relations executive each and every monday morning (actually every morning, but mondays are especially bad). Without fail, the horizon of newsprint promises to extend from one end of the rather long table to the other, three waves in all.

Prelude to an interesting conversation

One of the guys that works at an adjacent company popped by and exclaimed:

him: you know, you guys have the best job in the world!

us: *blank, groggy stare*

him: All you guys do is read the papers every morning and drink coffee, fantastic!

us: *groggy stare*

him: I wish I had..

us: *stare*

him: your...

us: *glare*

him: *picks up breifcase and walks off*

hahaha.

Oh well, here's my favourite candy store in the world. OKAY, Singapore. OKAY, so it's the only candy store I know. Bah.

Ahah! what's that she's holding on to?

let's find out...
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Smith's sweet thai chilli sauce crisps!!

And here's a shoutout to my dearest darling, who somehow managed to endure four years of 2-day study weeks and unlimited overnight mahjongs

@ Suntec Convention hall. Darn. Why is everything better at smu?

I heart Changi Airport

I think you kinda figure out you're weird when you enjoy travelling the length of the island, small as it is, to eat fried chicken. It's not just popeyes though, I like many things about hanging about both terminals: the cafes, the refreshing sound of many different tongues and, of course, popeyes. They all make the airport one of my favourite places to go on a weekend when we both don't feel up to mixing with the maddening crowd.

You feel free. Free like you can jet off to some exotic island in the Carribean or join the world cup winners in Milan. Free like you can throw a dart at a map and disappear without worrying anybody. Free like that. The moment often passes, but sometimes I see myself at a time where I'll jet off with the missus every year for that short break where we don't have to queue everywhere, betting outlets will offer something more tempting than 2.20 for an Italian win and dry wit is accepted rather than interpreted as an attempt at dethroning the government.

Which is why it infuriates me to take the sky train between terminals. There's no reason for me to take the damn train, really. Popeyes is at T1, so is the deli that stocks honey-mustard-onion pretzels. But I take it every time anyway. Just to see if Singaporeans change over time. If, given time, they will learn to allow passengers to get off the train before rushing into the half-full carriage.

I. Don't. Understand. It.

It travels for the better part of 200m, taking a grand total of what, 30 seconds? Yet we are gripped by the relentless desire to be rude and devoid of all social graces on the sky train. Bah. Which is why I want to go overseas whenever I can.

Oh well, at least while we're here we can enjoy this...

Popeyes rocks my socks

Just HAD to post this picture, haha, nostalgic snack

Peace.

Straits Times wishes me happy birthday

Recent makan trails

It's amazing what we find hidden amongst dreary housing estates. I was just trudging along after lunch one day when I came upon what surely must be the mother-of-all-eggtarts. It was an old-school bakery with a shelf filled with the most incredibly huge egg tarts I've ever seen.

Period.

It's so huge its almost the size of an average ricebowl (my thumb is nearer to the camera than the tart, so its not to scale, doh!)

Mother-of-all-egg-tarts

And then, there was the time we went to Parkway for the good ol' Mee Rebus. $3 and chock full of everything Mee Rebus should contain, if you don't mind the owner's own take on the historical dish which now comes with black sauce and a very practical-factory-style kind of presentation. Still, a tummy-filler.

This is the amount left after she's done with it.

The long, ardous road to completion

And then, the other night before heading down to the Liang Seah Street dessert shop, we had dinner at this Purvis Street place selling 'authentic' beef noodles. The sand-looking thing is really just ground peanut.

oodles of noodles

I don't know very much about this dish, though this stall claims to have been around for the past like, 3-4 decades so, I guess if there is a definitive 'authentic' beef hor fun, it's found at Purvis Street.

Yay, going to Hong Kong (cafe) on wednesday...

Peace out~

Ps: My office people are totally freaked by the no-smoking ban which was enforced today. Haha.

Long week

Phew.

It's been a long, long week with loadsa stuff going on right now. Thankfully, in the moments between work and chron and other non-leisure related activities, I've managed to take some snapshots of the past week. Am so tired now I'm just gonna post photos and maybe if the pictures stir something in my food-man i'll leave some comments...

Tea at mark's and spencers in centrepoint. Perfect for resting those tired legs.

Dinner at Da Paolo's. Me and duck liver-ed pasta

Sigh, I guess there's really a reason why these expensive places cost so much. It's really worth it for that special night.

9 little pieces of heaven. from sins. oh, the irony

And that, my friend, is how you celebrate a 23rd birthday. Oh, with a mention in the Straits Times too ok, mai siao siao.

Anyway, here's the view of a tower-dweller.

Ah. The rarefied air of the 40th storey.

Got executive toilets also, haha.

Cheerios~ Next stops: Hong Kong Cafe, Pirates of the Carribean, Popeyes?

-Peace out-