Weekday Blowout

Singaporeans live for their holidays. When the new year begins, we receive emails that tell us how to plan our company leave to maximise the time we can spend away from work. From 14 days of leave, we can end up at home in front of the tv or abroad on a beach for 33 days with correct planning and swift approvals. Or something like that.

In that vein, we also know how to party on the eve of a weekday holiday. Wednesday 30 May, the eve of Vesak Day was no exception.

The evening undid itself like this:
- Having left the office at about 8pm, my colleagues and I went to visit Lah Moh and her new canine acquisition Tommy Vuitton Poodle. He is adorable despite looking like a brown furry I-Dog. Cute.

- We had dinner at Zion Rd market.

- We proceeded to unwind at TCC with cake and coffee. We sure love to hang out!

- That night was also Kim's last night to party in Singapore. She had wanted us to croon her with Air Supply songs till we all died from too much 70s mush. I kept receiving calls and SMS imploring me to make my presence before the microphones. So I went at midnight (the driver in the taxi was already singing! freaky!). The madness was in full swing when I arrived.

- We sang at Maxwell till 3am before scooting off to Mambo at Zouk. Mambo happens on Wednesdays and the young and some old folks flock to Zouk to party down with 80s beats and pop treats. At 3am, the place was packed! No one goes home anymore, apparently. So four of us made up to the members' area (complements of Furqan) and schmoozed, clincked glasses and worked the tushies. The party ended at 5am on the inside. As with all Mambos, the crowd shifted outside to hang and spill onto the roads. It's funny to watch the semi-drunk flag taxis.

For the first time in many, many months on a weekday, I slept at 6am. A night well spent, I'd say.

Smile! Here's The New Fake

Alrighty then. I got a new crown today.

The story goes I broke my a bit of my front left tooth when I was 12. A simple enamel replacement was done which consequently broke when I was 13. The replacement was with a pin. It gave way a year later, to be replaced with a screw and enamel job.

That lasted till last week, 18 yrs, browning with all the tea, coffee and curry I've had. Vanity gave me a reason to spend part of my bonus on my mouth. So voila.

Late Late Curry

I was terribly late for Kim's potluck party. I had asked my mother to make chicken curry for the event and she obliged. She likes to cook and will oblige despite the initial huffing and puffing. She made the curry real spicy. Dangerous kind.

The potluck was organised to celebrate Kim's new adventure. She's going off to Dubai to be a flight attendant on Emirates. A bold change from creative concepting and flash design.

The blur images are not testimony to the quality of my Canon camera. Nor do they attest to my state of drunkenness that night. Instead it is my insistence on flashlessness and perpetual hope for the best, even in digital photography. There is more planned for Kim before she scoots off in uniform. The Air Supply kind of plan.

Introducing And Updating

This is Mun Hoe, recently promoted Senior Art Director. Churning out good work at the speed of lightning and an unrelenting perfectionist (unless he's sick of the job), he deserves his status in the company. He judges people, rolling them into little balls of dust to be flicked off his shoulder without a second look. Haha, quite a character he is. All new people are instantly beneath him and get under his skin. I'll relate a one-year-and-three-months story some other time. It takes a while to peel off the Mun Hoe layer and once you get to know him a little, he's a sweet guy, haha.




That's me. I was told I lost weight. Whooppee.












Jorida is doing well in her new job. She's being herself, bike gear and all. She misses us, she misses the chemistry between AMs and PMs and the crap we share and laugh about. But it's ok, she's a rock. Sorry, rok.









Georgina is one of the most capable persons I know. She's smart and witty, corny and crappy, brilliant and bimbo. She can be unprepared for a meeting and still make sure she's in control. Ay caramba. She can nudge you with her index finger until you wanna bite the finger off. I jest. Hmm.








Ravi. There he goes with his thumb again. The thumb of God we are calling it, maybe after Maradona's goal in 1986. Ravi is after all a player, of the ball. Football is one of his passions and he is a Man U fan. Bugger. Forgiven because he's funny :)









This the latest in many Cheryl Lim Lah Moh pics on my blog. Cheryl recently acquired a new job. To complete her life, she also got a dog. When announced over MSN some Sundays ago, it caused a torrent of concern. What, when, where, why and how were used many times during the long trail of comments. The dog is a toy poodle. She calls it Tommy (the reasons behind the name are too lame to blog about. Not yet anyway), I call the dog Vuitton. Georgina prefers Prada. The dog apparently won't grow bigger than twice an A4 sheet of paper. I am a big dog person, so I don't know if Vuitton and I will hit it off. We'll see, soon I hope.



These were the cherries in my Gunner. I think I was the only one with two cherries. Doesn't that sound wrong? Then I miss the bus home. Well, circle of life and the ball is round. That kind of thing.