The responsibility of an adult -> decisions, decisions, decisions.
So many new happenings in such a short span has left me confused, frustrated, sad, happy. And now I need to make decisions.
Oh, how I hate being an adult. I wanna be a little girl again, back in school & enjoying recess breaks! My bills are paid for, decisions are made by others..
For once, I relish mugging for exams than the independence I enjoy now.
BLEAH!!!!!
Tuesday 25 January 2011
Friday 14 January 2011
Preparing for CNY
Amidst Ah Ma's baking of pineapple tarts & kueh lapis, JD is now old enough to do her share of preparing for Chinese New Year.
First, she tests the beer, to make sure all is good for our gatherings, cheers!
Then she does springcleaning so our guests can catch up comfortably ;)
Getting a fresh cut to welcome our guests...
And, she gets her "pink ice cream" as a reward for being such a co-operative girl *mommy's totally pleased*
First, she tests the beer, to make sure all is good for our gatherings, cheers!
Then she does springcleaning so our guests can catch up comfortably ;)
Getting a fresh cut to welcome our guests...
And, she gets her "pink ice cream" as a reward for being such a co-operative girl *mommy's totally pleased*
Monday 10 January 2011
Aged
I was at Butter Factory last Friday & i admit, i've aged.
I felt a strong sense of yearning initially when I saw the Girls were oh so young & oh so Chio in their super short skirts & super high heels & worst of all I didn't see a familiar face at all! Getting into the club was already a hassle. There was the normal queue, the guest list queue, the VIP queue. Of course i had to be at the 3rd option else i wouldn't even bother being there but the difference now is i'm in that queue not because of MY own merit but because I was a friend of the friend whose friend has a friend who's the VIP. What an awfully distant relationship. So unlike the days when all it took to get a VIP table at Dragonfly was a call from me to the VIP direct. I thought back of my heydays at Zouk when I could simply stroll to the front of the queue because i knew the bouncers & everyone (almost) on the centre platform was my friend. And talk to these 1980s kids about the iconic Mdm Wong and they will not understand. I had asked around prior to this day where exactly in Fullerton was Butter Factory. I received a whole string of replies ranging from Starbucks turn left to above Overeasy ( another huh?!). Damn, if only the reply was where Centro was, I would have known!
As the night went on & as I sat with my back facing the Singapore River & the 3 towers of MBS, my eyes were transfixed on the hip youngsters, watching them groove to House & looking at them intoxicating themselves. I still love House & I still love drinking. But I realized that I've progressed (that probably sounds more sophisticated than aged).
I've moved on to the next stage of my life where I prefer to instead drink tea at the Mandarin Oriental lounge. A place where it's my front rather than my back that faces the Singapore river & the 3 towers of MBS. A place where soulful jazz fills my nights.
Simply put: my time is over.
I felt a strong sense of yearning initially when I saw the Girls were oh so young & oh so Chio in their super short skirts & super high heels & worst of all I didn't see a familiar face at all! Getting into the club was already a hassle. There was the normal queue, the guest list queue, the VIP queue. Of course i had to be at the 3rd option else i wouldn't even bother being there but the difference now is i'm in that queue not because of MY own merit but because I was a friend of the friend whose friend has a friend who's the VIP. What an awfully distant relationship. So unlike the days when all it took to get a VIP table at Dragonfly was a call from me to the VIP direct. I thought back of my heydays at Zouk when I could simply stroll to the front of the queue because i knew the bouncers & everyone (almost) on the centre platform was my friend. And talk to these 1980s kids about the iconic Mdm Wong and they will not understand. I had asked around prior to this day where exactly in Fullerton was Butter Factory. I received a whole string of replies ranging from Starbucks turn left to above Overeasy ( another huh?!). Damn, if only the reply was where Centro was, I would have known!
As the night went on & as I sat with my back facing the Singapore River & the 3 towers of MBS, my eyes were transfixed on the hip youngsters, watching them groove to House & looking at them intoxicating themselves. I still love House & I still love drinking. But I realized that I've progressed (that probably sounds more sophisticated than aged).
I've moved on to the next stage of my life where I prefer to instead drink tea at the Mandarin Oriental lounge. A place where it's my front rather than my back that faces the Singapore river & the 3 towers of MBS. A place where soulful jazz fills my nights.
Simply put: my time is over.
Monday 3 January 2011
Ice Age
Moninet calls the French high comm.
Moninet: hi, I would like to ask about Filipinos requiring a visa to France. Could you transfer me to the right person for me to speak to please?
Staff: sorry they do not answer the phone.
Moninet: how about an email address pls?
Staff: sorry they do not reply emails.
Moninet: then how can I find out more about the visa issue?
Staff: you need to come down personally to ask us any questions. We are open till 12 on xx days (or some weird timing which I can't really remember but definitely within the half day range & definitely less than the 5 work day norm)
Moninet: but I'm not applying for a visa yet. I would just like to find out more info like the fees etc. Can't someone just speak to me over the phone?
Staff: no, they don't answer calls & they don't reply emails.
Cork man, are they still living in the Ice Age or what?!!
Moninet: hi, I would like to ask about Filipinos requiring a visa to France. Could you transfer me to the right person for me to speak to please?
Staff: sorry they do not answer the phone.
Moninet: how about an email address pls?
Staff: sorry they do not reply emails.
Moninet: then how can I find out more about the visa issue?
Staff: you need to come down personally to ask us any questions. We are open till 12 on xx days (or some weird timing which I can't really remember but definitely within the half day range & definitely less than the 5 work day norm)
Moninet: but I'm not applying for a visa yet. I would just like to find out more info like the fees etc. Can't someone just speak to me over the phone?
Staff: no, they don't answer calls & they don't reply emails.
Cork man, are they still living in the Ice Age or what?!!
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