HazyDaze

Last Friday, KL and me went on a ‘date’. Yes, that kind that secondary school kids do. There is no special occasion. After being together for over 8 years together, we kind of losing that ‘touch’ (background plays, “you’ve lose that loving feeling” from Top Gun), or rather becoming more and more like those elderly couples who is always pickering at each other. Even so, those elderly couples are more loving than us, as like television commercials. Sometimes, while walking together, I realise we don’t even hold hands anymore. Hahaa… And the funny thing is, we’re not even like married with kids. HAH!

Anyway, I pre-arrange for KL to pick me off work and make our way to Hereen. Of course, Marche ain’t exactly the most romantic place but, at least we have variety (in food, in case we get bored of each other). We walked around Hereen and I went crazy and bought a pair of shoes from URS. Okay, let’s stop here! I don’t normally buy shoes on my first dates (though I only had a few). You see, I kind of like ‘lose’ myself when I go shoes shopping. How KL would describe me as, “Not to go near her when she goes shoes shopping… she kind of go into a trance.” Though I’m not Marcos, but I did my shoes collection count last month and I stopped at 30. I didn’t want to count further, else I’ll go into guilt mode and since I can’t stop buying shoes, I don’t want to further stress myself. Okay, sorry, lets go back to my date with KL.

Okay, bad of me to go shoes shopping on our date, but the rest of it isnÕt that romantic either. We got to Marche and joined the maddening crowd in queuing for our food. When we went back to our table, I had the Rib-eye, KL had the freaking Pork Knuckles, shared a bowl of fried calamari and a plate of potato wedges (which I had free coz I knew this guy working there. No, I didn’t flirt with him. I know his gf okay?). KL had like a pint of dark beer and I had coke. See? Our meal wasn’t even date-like. Who eats nearly a whole chunk of Fried Pork Leg on their first date? And Beer? Are you trying to tell your date that you need to go AA? And me? At least I should order a diet coke and pretended I like it. WAH LAU!!! And you know what’s worse? I couldn’t stop farting and burping during dinner. All thanks to my gassy stomach. We tried to ‘act’ romantic but kept bursting into laughter. Finally we gave up and went to order dessert to share. Guess what we had? Waffles with Mango with Chocolate Ice Cream. Hahaa….so much for trying. By the way, Mango Waffles with Mango with Chocolate Ice Cream is highly recommended.

After a stuffed dinner, we headed to Centrepoint and queued up to try bras at Robinson (Robinson sales what?) and then queued up to pay for my 3 bras. During that time, KL got so bored that he took out his book to read. *roll eyes*

Then, we got real tired (food finally settled) and took a bus back home. Fell asleep together in the bus and nearly missed our stop. Bathe and went to bed. No, we were so full; there wasn’t any mood for any bedtime action.

There’s no moral of the story but a question actually - What the hell happened to us? Have we really lost that loving feeling?

Yeah I can cycle but like a drunken man.

Met the BS, NL, GL and with KL, we went to the new Lagoon at East Coast Parkway. GL bladed there as it was pretty near her place. The rest of us met at my place and took a cab there. Yes, we were THAT lazy. AFTER WORK WHAT? What you expect.

Lagoon is so bourgeois. Bali Design, soft lighting, pretentious. It’s a food centre, don’t have to be so up market lah. The food seemed more expensive too. The usual queues are still around the popular stalls like, Satay BeeHoon, Beef Noodles, Char Siew Noodles and even the BBQ Chicken Wings and Hokkien Mee. Not that I didn’t like that place; the seating was excellent. There are tables for party of 10 to even 2. Tables come in all sort of shape and sizes and materials too.

Between the 5 of us, we had 30 Satay with rice (including Barbak, aka Mutton Tripe), 10 Chicken Wings, 1 large plate of Hokkien Mee, $15 BBQ Sting-ray, big plate of Gong-Gong (some shell-fish), big plate of Razor Clams. We are all big eaters.

After a very satisfying dinner, we went to the loo to check it out. The sink area is so cool and pretty, but the automatic tap is so annoying! We then had a long and slow walk back to GL’s place. It was fun with all the teasing and talking.

Upon reaching back at GL’s. I tried on her blades and nearly fell. With KL and GL’s assistance, I TRIED blading for nearly a whole hour, fell many times on my butt and on the last fall, I fell on my hips. It was the most painful. I had to stop. It was too embarrassing when I fell at the neighbour’s porch with her neighbour looking at me. It’s really tiring, I tell you. With an injured hip, I needed to stop and I fell on final time in front of the gang who is seating at the gate eating ice cream. Such graceful swan. So, since I was already ’seated’ right at where I fell, I had my share of the ice cream with the gang at the party.

After that, I took GL’s bicycle and tried to learn how to cycle. YES, at this point, everyone reading this blog might get amazed how I got thru life without learning how to cycle. Well, to be honest, I’m never a very active person and I grew up with adults and hence the lack of childhood fun. Anyway, a few years ago, KL brought me to East Coast to learn how to cycle and I actually managed to until I get TOO confident and tried to do a turn and fell into the drain. Yes, not joking, DRAIN! I stopped and then I never cycled until tonight. Anyway, with a couple of cyclists, and their encouragement, I managed to keep my legs on the pedal most of the time and avoided the drain. It was fun. KL had blisters on his feet and GL took over. She wanted me train me to do turns and I nearly when head-in the drain. I don’t know why but I seemed to be a Drain Magnet.

Got really sweaty, sticky and smelly. I felt gross and sat down with the gang again to talk - alright! bitch about other people we know.

So left her house at 11:40 and here I am, nice and clean. Hopefully, I get to try cycling and blading again soon. I know GL and KL enjoyed it with me, especially when I fell. One of my new year’s resolution is to learn/experience new things.

Bye, good night.

In year 2001, it was one of my best New Year’s Eve spent with friends. BS, NL, GL, KL and me met at the bus stop near The Lagoon at East Coast Parkway, had a great dinner and headed to the beach. We lay our straw mats and lay side by side, staring into the sky. We talked about almost everything - what to do with our lives, etc….even naming our children, giving them the same similar alphabet middle name. Hah… We moved a few times, as the tide was coming in - almost an arms length from GL at one time. Then the boys played with sparkles, littered the beach with noisy and smelly colourful party poppers. When it was time, counting down with my trusty battery operated radio, we hugged, kissed and wished each other the best for the Year 2001. We experienced how the people at the beach celebrated the New Year. The ships, private yacht nearby sounded their horns, another party beside us was popping their party poppers, screams of delights of kids from their camping tents. It was really a beautiful, nearly Kodak moment.

Last year, New Year’s eve we had an impromptu BBQ at GL’s place. It was also memorable because, we bought a disposable bbq pit and put it on GL’s mum’s wooden table. At the end of the oily, sweaty and yummy BBQ, we realised we burnt a hole on the table. Hahaa… Not only that was memorable, but also we had a drinking game and realised that BS and GL can’t drink at all. NL had to drink most of BS’s penalty. We ran out of alcohol and GL’s mum brought out Benedict DOM which was in the cupboard for over 25 years - she drank that during her confinement when she had GL. hahaa…. it taste disgusting! Not sure if it’s the age or what. At the end, KL and me had to clear up because everyone else was already down and out on the sofa in the living room. We took a lot of photographs including BS sleeping in a ballerina pose, GL drooling and NL snoring. Hahaa…

This year was much quieter. We had KFC at BS’s new flat - BS, NL, KL and me. 4 people = 16 pieces of chicken, 1 large popcorn chicken, 1 large coslaw, 1 large whipped potato. Home delivered too. Fuss free and hassle free. GL couldn’t join us - she was down with the flu. However, I suspect she had some kind of private mahjong party at her place. I don’t know. Lately, we haven’t been spending enough time with each other and I kind of miss her. Well, that’s another story all together. KL and BS decided that it just too unfair to host party at GL’s place. We had like a few steamboat sessions, a couple of BBQs as well as other sort of food related parties at her place and all those times, GL didn’t even lift a finger. Not to mention pissing NL off coz GL always forgot to pay for food. I don’t know lah. GL has always been like that.

Anyway, I’ll be spending my next 3 days thinking of my New Year’s resolution. Not like it matters coz I couldn’t remember all my previous year. Happy New Year to all. PEACE!

p/s: I can’t believe it’s 2004 already.