hi, and goodbye, prying eyes. this blog is closed. why? because i love macarons.
macarons make me happy. because they are pretty. and they taste sweet.
have fun laughing. goodbye.
i’m better off back at blogspot, where only people who love macarons meet.
everyone nose. keeps playing over and over in my head.
soft shell crab with garlic. fried kang kong thai style. honey chicken. thai mango pudding.
i’ve missed you, Lemon Grass.
it’s been awhile.
now i’ve to go all the way to East Coast for my possibly-favourite Thai restaurant.
Korean food for dinner this evening with josy, joy and corine at some place in Far East Plaza. pretty decent, really.
prior to that, josy and i indulged in happy hour at Brewerkz, beer was ultimate cheapness. we wondered where the crowd came from, don’t these people have to work???
i took my darling derence for a ride on the Duck Tour today. “it’s your belated birthday present”, i told him. and that was how i accounted to his younger brother devin, as to why i’m only taking derence and not him.
short of the ugly f for “favoritism” word, i had no other excuse, really.
the Duck travels on land, then splashes into the river, then emerges on land again. it was a 1 hour journey, and of course, it was mostly tourists onboard.
derence seemed like he was on a mission to stuff as much junk into his mouth as he could. ice cream. marshmallows dipped into chocolate fondue. french fries. nuggets. soft drinks. candies.
there are many reasons why he’s my favourite kid (the only kid i even like?) even though lately, he has one million “whys” and i don’t have answers.
why only boys need to be soldiers? why does she know the way and you don’t? why is the ferrari the fastest car? why cannot sit there? why must sit here? why is gorgor working today and you’re not? why you take so long in the washroom?
6 hours spent with him felt like 60 hours to my aching legs and tired arms, not to mention, brain activity, to answer some of those “whys”.
we had a lot of fun, mostly because he’s really fun to hang out with, fun in a really fun way.
he shops with me, picks out earrings for me, questions my reasons to buy a handbag, tells me he doesn’t like my short crop, prefers me in long hair. he’s a little gentleman, more than eager to dig into his Ben10 wallet offering to pay for ice-cream.
8 years since he was that little red-faced, big-headed newborn baby lying in that crib, i loved him the moment i saw him.
someday, he’ll be taller than me. “that’s when we eat ice-cream and you can be the one to pay”, i always tell him.
my very very favourite very very French cafe along Bukit Timah.
the boyfriend had the Laurent breakfast, which amongst other things, consisted of pork sausage, scrambled eggs and a baguette. for dessert, he had his eye on the Tarte Aux Fraises right from the start. it was a strawberry tart with a crumbly almond base.
i had the Eggs Benedict - which was, i hate to use the word orgasmic, but i can’t think of another synonym. and the sauce which envelops the entire thing? it’s Hollandaise sauce. perfectly creamy, rightfully tangy, unctuous. the ham came in thinly shaved slices, yet a generous portion. the poached eggs were done just the right way, egg yolk was runny to the right extent.
i was in cholesterol heaven.
of course, i had to top everything off with my love of all loves, macarons. this time, i only had room for one - and i picked my favourite, the green mint chocolate flavor.
and just to re-assure myself that i wasn’t going to drop dead after all that, i washed everything down with a small pot of peppermint tea.
i’ve decided i’m going there for my Eggs Benedict on a bi-weekly basis, if schedule permits.
the band was playing it, almost on loop. i didn’t mind, because i love it.
And it’s hard for me to lose in my life
I’ve found outside your skin right near the fire
That we can baby
We can change and feel alright.
the band wasn’t anywhere near the Acid Bar standard. they were just amateurs, students likely. but the drinks at Ice Cold over at SMU were incredibly cheap.
my heel broke, it was too late to buy a new pair, the stores were closed. so jo ann lent me her sneakers whenever i needed to go pee.
i love the luminous J keyring and necklace she got me, i’ll miss the girl when she returns to Prague.
jo ann always has this calmness about her, that i admire.
she drinks too much, yet remains too sober.
10 years since she held that E33 bottle and strutted down Orchard road along with me, into our Chemistry tuition class.
10 years on, she’s still the same picture of composure. i wish some of that collectedness rubbed off on to me.
an impromptu dinner with crys after we both had time to kill, she was waiting for yiwei, i was waiting for jo ann.
i followed them to a hainanese cze char place funkily named Chin Chin, along Purvis Street.
a nice place, tucked away at the end of purvis street. great pork chops. yiwei insists the best way to eat them is to have the sauce served separate as a dip. the stir fried sliced fish in bean paste was fab. portions were small though, but they all came at a good price.
another beautiful picture by Hakan. he titles this collection “Angels Dream in Whispers”
this is beautiful too. this collection is called “Still, My Heart with Sadness”.
a great meet-up with josy, jessie, sarah and caroline last night over coffee at Gloria Jean’s. bitch about work, and boys and work, and boys.
speaking of Gloria Jean’s, it used to be a small little cafe in Holland village years ago, where we sit and study and then get chased out because they hate students to study for long hours in their premises.
i can’t wait to see joycelyn and corine tonight. joy says she’s taking us to a fun new place at tanjong pagar. hurhur. can’t wait, i love new places!
Mulberry fuschia ostrich leather bayswater
i love it! 2000 pounds (SGD6000). possibly the most premium in the Mulberry Bayswater collection. the usual leather ones cost just about 400 pounds.
and as i was telling serene, i will lick boots, kiss asses to work in the G**ci Group. not because of G**ci because they also own Bottega. oh, the smell of a Bottega.
each piece is handwoven. this one is also 2000 pounds. since Bottega is currently (and has been for the past maybe half a year) my self declared to-die-for favourite label, i’ll say the Bottega runched bag is a better buy than the Mulberry ostrich leather bayswater. Mulberry is a fad for now, the Bayswater at least. and anyway Mulberry simply isn’t worth that much. but then again, the fuschia ostrich leather is an exclusive only at Net-a-Porter (or so they say), so maybe it is worth that price. we’ll see, we’ll see.
plus, plus! i just have to ramble on. you’ll know when you actually touch a Bottega. and smell it. you wouldn’t want to ever let it go. it’s a class of its own.
the night animals come out to play and so do we (continue to play)!
jump! jump! jump! till we’ve no more energy, we proceeded to sit in the tram, never wanting to get off.
well, we did, to walk the leopard trail which wasn’t much thrill at all. and then we couldn’t wait to get back into the tram to rest our tired limbs.
1 old man plus 3 old ladies. all old already.
i met a girl by the same name today. same first name. same last name too. we were seated beside each other, in a dark room, watching the fashion show on slideshow this morning. i decided to say hi and introduced myself, she told me she is “joanna” too. only minutes later did it occur to me to check on her last name. and it is the same too. it’s spookiness. i never met another person with the same name and the same surname all 25 years in my life.
we proceeded checked our birth dates, for whatever reason, we’ve no idea. the birth dates were different. hah.
we went for lunch together at Fig & Olive, at Vivocity. the food sucked. but the company was great. then shopping at Zara, River Island etc. strange to lunch and shop with someone i met only a couple of hours ago. and we shared a cab home. interesting.
an exhausting morning. a nice relaxed afternoon. a random stranger. a new acquaintance.
uhmmm, pardon the cheesy title, i couldn’t resist mimicking david tao.
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| pinkboxx on Pork n Chops. |
| crys on Pork n Chops. |
| crys on Derence and the Duck. |
