the delicious headache
Good Friday was spent pretty well; early morning rushing around like a mad woman preparing for the kids' event, finishing by about 2pm.
HANBIN I AM REALLY GLAD YOU CAME DOWN TO HELP!!! thanks again. :D
after the event we (ingrid, nel, hanbin and jacqueline) adjourned over to my place for some board games and to wait out the pouring rain (note to self: it always pours in the afternoon on Good Friday. always. it never fails. i'm sure God is reminding us about Jesus' sacrifice. or someone is seeding the clouds. hmm i'm sure it's the former though.).
but before we reached the games room, something really strange happened as we walked through the gates of Changi Rise.
h: eh vivien where's the fat cat?
v: oh somewhere there (gestures in the opposite direction from where we were headed). but it's probably quite hard to find... it only comes out at night.
i turn to continue walking, and turned back after a few paces to check if everyone was following...
LO AND BEHOLD, HANBIN WAS PLAYING WITH THE FAT CAT!
wha... where...?1??!/1
v: eh! where did it come from??
h: i dunno!
then after awhile...
h: I MUST HAVE SUMMONED IT.
-_____________-"'
have i ever shown you pictures of the fat cat before? here they are:
and now, as evidenced by ingrid and hanbin's 'WAH IT'S HUGE!' expressions, this cat is proven NOT to be an urban legend. people always don't believe how big it is... esp since it's so elusive.
after dragging everyone away from the monstrosity (it sank its teeth into my thigh after manja-ing me. it's a conniving and sly cat. *scowl*) we hit the games room and started a game of saboteur.
i'm great at the game. because i'm a true blue saboteur... sabotaging my team mates at every turn because i am
1. clueless
2. reading the wrong signals
3. second guessing everyone's moves WRONGLY.
yeah after 3 rounds everyone had relegated me into the 'stupid' corner. *bawl*
let's try again next time ok? :D
---
at 7pm i met up with the girls again (aileen, nel and ingrid) for our first ever girls' night out.
FWAH IT WAS AMAZING. interesting how we've been in the same cell for ages but have never gone out for some fun at night. we need to implement this whole chill out session more!
we were all dressed up and made up AND IT'S SO REFRESHING TO SEE OURSELVES IN SOMETHING OTHER THAN SHORTS AND JEANS!!! because everytime we meet it's either at church or at our teens/kids cell groups. aiyoh.
1. STEAMBOAT/CHICKEN RICE DINNER oh man. so good. and so HUNGRY because most of us only ate a teeny bit during the kids' good friday event.
2. dressing up means we should go hit some nice place to chill, no? MOET, HERE WE COME!! we went to swissotel to have some of that Moet promotion - $88 per bottle!
i love champagne now, thanks to Mel, Xinwei, Angel and gallery hotel many years ago. woohoo!
3. one bottle of champagne wasn't enough for ms. aileen the alcoholic so we sped down to WineBos and took advantage of the buy 2 get 1 free promo for some Moscato!
it was pretty funny how quickly we finished the 1st bottle, and when we asked for our next bottle the person serving us was pretty incredulous. 'SO FAST???!'
-sheepish-
then again for the last bottle, he looked at us like we were fiends. oops.
by then we were laughing like hyenas and slapping the table and giggling and giggling... well, at least i was. and although i was still walking straight, i didn't see the 'gents' sign until i was done and came out from the loo.
and aileen saw it! then she was so evil because we were playing 'i have never' and she had to say 'I HAVE NEVER WALKED INTO THE GENTS AT WINEBOS BEFORE.' and then i had to drink!!! evil, evil!!!
eh to my defence, the sign was VERY SMALL. and both booths looked the same lor. -_-
by the time we left the wine bar i was pretty um, happy. it was 1am i think? aileen left for home, but the night has not ended!! WE HEADED TO CHECK OUT SOME CLUBS. well, i had my dance skirt on. why not right?
butter factory was closed (or has it folded?) so we walked along the river down to clarke quay. wow the place was filled with peeps which brought back memories from my really old clubbing days.
in the end we picked rebel because zirca was playing house/trance (ugh). the music was pretty okay in the start, and we started to get into the groove until.........
WE WERE ENCIRCLED BY BOTAK BOYS.
sheesh. not cool at all. i was observing them and realized that
1. none of them can dance. at one point, ingrid was laughing at some boy behind me so hard we had to leave the club. and apparently some other person was dancing like a chicken behind nel. *FAIL*
2. all of them are out on the prowl. girls come within their dance floor radius, they turn around and start dancing behind them though they're completely ignored. at one point some idiot tentatively placed his hand on my hip which earned him a very quick tight slap on his hand and my especially-used-in-clubs glare. idiot got scared and stepped back, giving me back some personal space.
sigh, BOYS. WHY ARE U WASTING YOUR TIME HERE JUST TRYING TO DANCE UP BEHIND SOME RANDOM STRANGER? U. ALL. ARE. STUPID. you'd be much better off channeling your efforts into cleaning up your act and getting yourself a girlfriend, please.
after awhile it got too much because as ingrid said, it was like in kennysia's blog plus we got fed up with the crowd and the increasingly techno music. hello?? what is happening to hiphop??
i miss dr dre. and missy elliot and the likes. :(
we escaped to China One laughing at and imitating how terrible the guys were dancing at rebel. at china one it was good! the live band were just finishing up Dakota by the Stereophonics as we entered (darn!) and they were really revving up the crowd and getting them to sing someone a birthday song. i was getting a little sleepy by then so i stretched on my chair and closed my eyes. upon opening my eyes...
THERE WAS THIS STRANGE MAN THAT WAS RUSHING TOWARDS ME WITH ARMS WIDE OPEN FOR A HUG!!!!!!!!
i was all, 'arghhhh!!' and stuck my hand into his chest to stop him.
random man: OH! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
v: it's not my birthday
rm: oh i really like you
v: thanks! goodbye!
rm: oh but i really want to say happy birthday to you!
v: that's... sweet. but no thanks! bye!
rm: aww i'm really sad now...
v: hah... you'll get over it. goodbye!
end of conversation. i thought i held up pretty well there. if this happened a few years ago i think i'd be stammering and choking on my words in shock. then later in the night, we suspect the same person has been going around the club to random girls for numbers. DUDE. DESPERATION IS ALL OVER YOUR FACE. not attractive at all, man!
but then, yar la. go clubbing ma, what do you expect right? *shrug*
the night wound down pretty soon after that, and we grabbed our bags and cabbed home. maybe the next time we just grab some kickass wine and nua at someone's place la.
to everyone who's up to date with How I Met Your Mother:
'i'm too old for this stuff.'
HANBIN I AM REALLY GLAD YOU CAME DOWN TO HELP!!! thanks again. :D
after the event we (ingrid, nel, hanbin and jacqueline) adjourned over to my place for some board games and to wait out the pouring rain (note to self: it always pours in the afternoon on Good Friday. always. it never fails. i'm sure God is reminding us about Jesus' sacrifice. or someone is seeding the clouds. hmm i'm sure it's the former though.).
but before we reached the games room, something really strange happened as we walked through the gates of Changi Rise.
h: eh vivien where's the fat cat?
v: oh somewhere there (gestures in the opposite direction from where we were headed). but it's probably quite hard to find... it only comes out at night.
i turn to continue walking, and turned back after a few paces to check if everyone was following...
LO AND BEHOLD, HANBIN WAS PLAYING WITH THE FAT CAT!
wha... where...?1??!/1
v: eh! where did it come from??
h: i dunno!
then after awhile...
h: I MUST HAVE SUMMONED IT.
-_____________-"'
have i ever shown you pictures of the fat cat before? here they are:
and now, as evidenced by ingrid and hanbin's 'WAH IT'S HUGE!' expressions, this cat is proven NOT to be an urban legend. people always don't believe how big it is... esp since it's so elusive.
after dragging everyone away from the monstrosity (it sank its teeth into my thigh after manja-ing me. it's a conniving and sly cat. *scowl*) we hit the games room and started a game of saboteur.
i'm great at the game. because i'm a true blue saboteur... sabotaging my team mates at every turn because i am
1. clueless
2. reading the wrong signals
3. second guessing everyone's moves WRONGLY.
yeah after 3 rounds everyone had relegated me into the 'stupid' corner. *bawl*
let's try again next time ok? :D
---
at 7pm i met up with the girls again (aileen, nel and ingrid) for our first ever girls' night out.
FWAH IT WAS AMAZING. interesting how we've been in the same cell for ages but have never gone out for some fun at night. we need to implement this whole chill out session more!
we were all dressed up and made up AND IT'S SO REFRESHING TO SEE OURSELVES IN SOMETHING OTHER THAN SHORTS AND JEANS!!! because everytime we meet it's either at church or at our teens/kids cell groups. aiyoh.
1. STEAMBOAT/CHICKEN RICE DINNER oh man. so good. and so HUNGRY because most of us only ate a teeny bit during the kids' good friday event.
2. dressing up means we should go hit some nice place to chill, no? MOET, HERE WE COME!! we went to swissotel to have some of that Moet promotion - $88 per bottle!
i love champagne now, thanks to Mel, Xinwei, Angel and gallery hotel many years ago. woohoo!
3. one bottle of champagne wasn't enough for ms. aileen the alcoholic so we sped down to WineBos and took advantage of the buy 2 get 1 free promo for some Moscato!
it was pretty funny how quickly we finished the 1st bottle, and when we asked for our next bottle the person serving us was pretty incredulous. 'SO FAST???!'
-sheepish-
then again for the last bottle, he looked at us like we were fiends. oops.
by then we were laughing like hyenas and slapping the table and giggling and giggling... well, at least i was. and although i was still walking straight, i didn't see the 'gents' sign until i was done and came out from the loo.
and aileen saw it! then she was so evil because we were playing 'i have never' and she had to say 'I HAVE NEVER WALKED INTO THE GENTS AT WINEBOS BEFORE.' and then i had to drink!!! evil, evil!!!
eh to my defence, the sign was VERY SMALL. and both booths looked the same lor. -_-
by the time we left the wine bar i was pretty um, happy. it was 1am i think? aileen left for home, but the night has not ended!! WE HEADED TO CHECK OUT SOME CLUBS. well, i had my dance skirt on. why not right?
butter factory was closed (or has it folded?) so we walked along the river down to clarke quay. wow the place was filled with peeps which brought back memories from my really old clubbing days.
in the end we picked rebel because zirca was playing house/trance (ugh). the music was pretty okay in the start, and we started to get into the groove until.........
WE WERE ENCIRCLED BY BOTAK BOYS.
sheesh. not cool at all. i was observing them and realized that
1. none of them can dance. at one point, ingrid was laughing at some boy behind me so hard we had to leave the club. and apparently some other person was dancing like a chicken behind nel. *FAIL*
2. all of them are out on the prowl. girls come within their dance floor radius, they turn around and start dancing behind them though they're completely ignored. at one point some idiot tentatively placed his hand on my hip which earned him a very quick tight slap on his hand and my especially-used-in-clubs glare. idiot got scared and stepped back, giving me back some personal space.
sigh, BOYS. WHY ARE U WASTING YOUR TIME HERE JUST TRYING TO DANCE UP BEHIND SOME RANDOM STRANGER? U. ALL. ARE. STUPID. you'd be much better off channeling your efforts into cleaning up your act and getting yourself a girlfriend, please.
after awhile it got too much because as ingrid said, it was like in kennysia's blog plus we got fed up with the crowd and the increasingly techno music. hello?? what is happening to hiphop??
i miss dr dre. and missy elliot and the likes. :(
we escaped to China One laughing at and imitating how terrible the guys were dancing at rebel. at china one it was good! the live band were just finishing up Dakota by the Stereophonics as we entered (darn!) and they were really revving up the crowd and getting them to sing someone a birthday song. i was getting a little sleepy by then so i stretched on my chair and closed my eyes. upon opening my eyes...
THERE WAS THIS STRANGE MAN THAT WAS RUSHING TOWARDS ME WITH ARMS WIDE OPEN FOR A HUG!!!!!!!!
i was all, 'arghhhh!!' and stuck my hand into his chest to stop him.
random man: OH! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
v: it's not my birthday
rm: oh i really like you
v: thanks! goodbye!
rm: oh but i really want to say happy birthday to you!
v: that's... sweet. but no thanks! bye!
rm: aww i'm really sad now...
v: hah... you'll get over it. goodbye!
end of conversation. i thought i held up pretty well there. if this happened a few years ago i think i'd be stammering and choking on my words in shock. then later in the night, we suspect the same person has been going around the club to random girls for numbers. DUDE. DESPERATION IS ALL OVER YOUR FACE. not attractive at all, man!
but then, yar la. go clubbing ma, what do you expect right? *shrug*
the night wound down pretty soon after that, and we grabbed our bags and cabbed home. maybe the next time we just grab some kickass wine and nua at someone's place la.
to everyone who's up to date with How I Met Your Mother:
'i'm too old for this stuff.'
posted by feline @ 2:23 PM
on top of that..it is a no no to fart on the dance floor. Yucks!!