sam, is this how you can envision me??
ok disclaimer first : the words above were not added by me.
i'm not some husband hungry girl but the image accosted me from out of nowhere when i was mindlessly blog surfing and i felt more.... alarmed... at how real it could be. just need to add a book or a crumbling vogue. serves me damn right for skivving.
but still, i'm steadfastly refusing to discuss the issue of husbands/babies here in detail and only with 2 or 3 close friends because i'm ready to take on such issues headfirst yet.
all i have to say is, i'm dead terrified to look like those couples you see everywhere, in every country. characteristically, they are both sloppy. the female seems to have forgotten the concept of makeup, the male has taken to wearing faded free giveaway tshirts and those bulky sports sandals [or oh god, crocs], except the burgeoning belly is a telltale sign of a lack of exercise. always in between them will be a colicky, grumpy, unattractive baby of sometimes indeterminate gender but never failing to be as groomed its parents. parents will be spacing out and listlessly attending or fussing over junior but never communicating or even touching each other.
shit, i think i just fleshed out my worst nightmare.
but seriously speaking, give me the starter home, the husband, the children, the dogs [yes i WILL have them], regularity and stability. but don't give me brain-numbing mundanity, sex once a year, pure functionality, ZERO romance and all because i think i'll go batshit crazy.
it is not a lot, it isn't fireworks and orgasms every night but just some good old effort, which seems to be in serious short supply these days. in exchange, i promise to remain slim and somewhat attractive, always horny [not a problem there] and never a bore.
i am seriously considering, that should i become single again in future, to print this post out and show it to any guys with whom i surpass the 5th date mark and if they run away, then it will be obvious what they are made of.
so potential life partners, if you think this little barter i've struck here is just too crushingly difficult to adhere to, tell me when you see this so no more of my precious youth is wasted :)
pretty entertaining stuff here about bad dates that are guaranteed to make you cringe and grimace.
and of course, while i love nothing more than being a voyeur to other people's misfortunes, i couldn't help but be reminded of my very own FML episodes, albeit having to dig rather deep into the archives. i hasten to clarify though that digging deep is required not because i've been on too many dates but because i haven't been on the market for a while now.
horror date no. 1 was with someone, let's call him ILMSFM or just J.
we met through mutual friends randomly, hung out together once and had hit it off reasonably well, well enough to exchange messages on friendster [yes it was that long ago] and then take it to msn. very simply, he asked me out to dinner and i accepted. i must say, that i accepted because at 17 or 18, it was more common to meet men first by their crotches saying hi to your ass first when they try the bump n grind routine at whichever club your weekly jaunt is at, than articulate, well-spoken older men who already have a good job [and in the creative industry too]. dinner, i still remember, was at the old Marche at heeren which was fine. the horror started the moment we sat down because my friends, he just could not stop talking about himself. with the monologe, its a wonder how we managed to get out of marche before closing time because i don't recall him having have time to eat. stupidly, i agreed to having tea and dessert nearby where of course, he continued his monologue. i know this is rich, coming from a blogger, but cmon, i could hardly get a word in the whole evening. needless to say, i declined all future invitations to dinner and was most happy when he moved to another SEAsian country for work. where he still managed to prattle on about his life and his apartment on msn before i blocked and deleted him.
by the way, ILMSFM just stands for I Love Myself So Fucking Much.
ok i have to cut short my story telling because i drank coffee that was too strong and now i'm having heart palpitations and the jitters but i have to say, for all the bad dates i've been on, i've been lucky to be on more better ones.
the best ones i've had happened with the person i'm with now and they were the simplest ones with a touch of awkward lingering in the air, easy and enjoyable conversation and doing things like watching two movies with tea and dessert in between to prolong the night, an unspoken hesitance to part and a flurry of smses in the seperate cabs home. i would give anything to revive that simple happiness that seems so fleeting.
and so today, i said to a friend who was just as down in the dumps as i am, that for some people, missing another is just a temporary affliction.
now where do i get infected with such a convenient affliction?
i seem to have lost my appetite for food. for someone who is more often than not, thinking one meal ahead or sometimes allowing the quality of meals to be the highlight or lowlights of days, i think it is pretty clear that is beyond my fear of my thighs touching each other, it's psychosomatic.
perhaps when you are out of the state where your belly is distended and your mind is shrouded in a food coma fog, one thinks clearer. and that's something i desperately need.
its friday and i'm getting internally worked up and externally sulking.
if i were a panties kinda girl, i would say i've got them in a bunch but i'm not. so i can only say, fuck this shit, suck it in and internalize it.
belated thursday happiness post later.
ok this is it. i've made up my mind. the first entry in my travel blog in 2010 will be about japan in april or may. maybe i'll end up going alone, maybe i'll end up being disillusioned with the place after looking forward to it for so long.
i don't know who i'll go with, maybe i wouldn't even be alive by then (don't really like the idea of that...), i had already asked the person i would like to go with the most very seriously, with as much gravity as a proposal of the marital kind but maybe by then he would be the last person i want to see (i sure hope not...) and the idea of traversing my way through the cities i want to see is semi-appealing although it would sadden me greatly to not be able to share the experience in the flesh with anyone...
so we shall see regarding the delicate issue of company but i would like to think, i'm so there.
tuesday is kind of like the mildly retarded child in the family no one really wants to pay any attention to...
i'm writing this on wednesday because i slept from 7+pm all the way to this morning.
having tom yam fried rice and calamansi sensation for lunch, resulting in a food coma that i think i had to sleep 12 hours to recover from. it was that potent.
being sent a link to a job that i'm actually interested in. going to try for it. i hope the headshot i'm enclosing doesn't look too cheeky.
yes, because it's tuesday, i'm also having difficulties raising enough points.
can i just say, i want to go on another holiday...
seeing as it's monday, it is that much harder to hit 5 pointers of greatness in my 15 hours or so of wakefulness...
* having the weekend's worth of newspapers to read at work. 2 hours gone, check!
* not starting proper work until after work
* the crazy rain and the resultant chilly weather
* the fact that monday is over and done with?
ok i think mustering 4 points is good enough for a monday.
today, what pleased me about my day was:
* waking up to rain
* rain continuing
* watching gran torino. gooood stuff.
ok i've to admit, i'm hard-pressed to complete the list, after all, we didn't step out! plus, cabin fever is not very nice to have.
Today, I saw this meme, which unlike most other memes, aren’t inane and stupid, but actually pretty meaningful so this is my bid at trying to blog more, because I do miss doing so and trying to put a positive spin on my life, something which has been long long due.
And because this is a meme, I tag Sam, Ming (and you must especially do it, emoboy) and Hatta.
The theme is for the next consecutive 8 days, come up with 5 things that made your day. Exceeding the quota of 5 is allowed, and even encouraged. Doesn’t have to be curing cancer or winning the Nobel prize, in fact, the simpler the better.
And for today, mine are:
* The plain but beautiful fact that it’s a Friday!
* Having a nice conversation with my mom from my walk from home to mrt station. This shouldn’t make the list because it should be something normal and it saddens me that its not but yes, I’ll work at it instead of scowling at everyone in the mornings.
* Having a nicely paced day at work.
* Not picking on something small that could cause a fight. Again, something that shouldn’t make the list but… I am me…
* Going to have a nice slice of cheesecake for dinner.
Just knowing that my constipation spell will end today. Oh it will be sooo good.
for sam the blog tyrant and because i'm procrastinating doing school work.
1. What’s your #1 comfort food?
Anything that is 99% carbs. or cheese.
2. If you were on a deserted island, what one food would you want to have with you?
Cheese.
3. What is/are your signature dishes? (What dishes are you ‘known’ for?)
Let me answer this on behalf of my long-suffering boyfriend - chicken always 'done the same'. Just don't ask me what is 'done the same'. It's only for the very privileged.
4. It’s Friday night, you don’t know what to cook. You opt for…
If i'm alone, cheese fondue without hesitation.
5. What’s your biggest weakness when it comes to food?
Piling vulgar mountains of cheese on everything possible.
6. What food can you absolutely not eat?
Rodents, insects, some reptiles, dogs, cats and prawns. oh and geoduck. what's that? google it. you won't be disappointed.
7. You need a drink. You grab a….
a bracing pot of tea. Earl Grey, steeped just so. Brown sugar.
8. What’s the most decadent dish you’ve had?
Like the tyrant said, nothing to do with price. It is a tie between waking up to nutella toast in bed [brown bread next time please, thanks] and cooking carbs like potatoes or pasta in the middle of the night for myself in the past.
9. What’s your favorite type of food?
Western, followed closely by Jap or Korean.
10. Favorite dish?
Hmm... you mean at gunpoint? Pasta, hands down. With mountains of grated parmesan.
11. If your partner could take you to any restaurant you wanted, which one would it be?
To be cliched, Fat Duck in California or El Bulli in Spain. To be cheesy, anywhere with low, flattering candlelight, preferably not in sg, but has to come with great conversation and waitstaff who know how to appear and disappear at the right times.
12. Are you a soup or salad person?
Soup, no doubt.
13. Buffet, take-out or sit-down restaurant?
A really great, quality buffet. Because i'm greedy and i'm Singaporean! A very dangerous combination for buffet restaurants all over the world.
14. What’s the most impressive dinner you’ve ever made?
Ask again when I have the mood and luxury of time to create one.
15. Do you consider yourself a good cook?
If you ask me, I think I might as well be a top graduate from Le Cordon Bleu. If you ask my boyfriend, he would roll on the floor laughing. My friends, I think they are lucky enough to not have sampled too much so as to still allow me to contribute dishes.
16. Do you know what vichyssoise is?
Yes. Because I love to read food blogs. No I don't want to share which ones I read.
17. Who’s your favorite TV cook?
Anthony Bourdain - because he's a sexy old gangster who has the most entertaining books. Otherwise, Jamie Oliver - because he has the cutest lisp and his haphazard way of cooking is totally reflective of mine.
18. Can you name at least three TV cooking personalities?
Nigella Lawson, Martin Yan, Gordon Ramsay.
19. Homemade or homemade from a box?
Homemade.
20. Name 3 or more other foodies you are going to tag.
I will be nice and not coerce anyone to do it.
dear santa, i've been an absolute angel this year and really, all i want are just the few objects of perfection below. i promise i'll walk around the house at the stroke of midnight in lingerie so you can 'accidentally' catch a glimpse of me. i know you'd appreciate it. oh and if you're cold, you're welcome to sneak in under the covers with me. yknow, just till you get toasty again. p.s let's just keep this between you and me. the boyfriend doesn't really need anything. ok maybe an apartment but you could give it to me so i can pass it to him. other than that he's fine.

ok maybe the red is a bit outre but it's in the spirit of xmas no?
a trip to tokyo would be sweet too, santa. imagine me and you in harajuku, and you fitting right in or me and you in kyoto and i'm in a geisha costume and you.... um, can be you. picture perfect.
whatever it is, i'm not liking. i can only bring out the forced optimism and hope that it is temporary. in the meantime, i'll have to be putting on a happy facade for the truckload of pictures that's sure to materialise tonight.
have a good weekend, everyone else.
just last friday this time we were on quad bikes tearing it up. ok forgive me when i get all nostalgic and misty-eyed about my holidays because i can't help reminiscing when i'm breathing in canned air teeming with germs, being a grossly underpaid office serf.
typical of me to digress and go one big round. and getting to the point...i'd like to say a big resounding thank you to the girls for last night. i sorely wished i brought my new toy to show off and capture the night.
so i traipsed all the way down to school from work only to find them seated outside the lecture hall, jeanette beginning on her recruitment drive for diving for the nth time and i was completely puzzled as to what was going on. no one set foot in hall before going off in two cars and she coerced me [there must be something in the water in the north that makes its women fierce biatches] into closing my eyes for what must have been all of 3 minutes before coming to a stop near an establishment in the middle of nowhere. i kid not, there was forestry by the side of the gravel road and empty buildings around. wondering if you're going to be raped, tortured and killed just when you're a newly minted forever-21 year old is very appetite-rousing. but hey, at least i can say i've seen the angkor.
it was great when i realised my sullied innards aren't gonna be sweetmeat for someone else but we were just at a place so new that its not had its soft launch nor had media over. we were literally the only patrons there which made it all the more special and the food, for the lack of superlatives, was fantastic.
so thank you again, guys, for the dinner, the surprise cake and the macarons and the effort :)
maybe it'll be some time before you read this since i'm not going to tell you that i've blogged because i can't bear it when you sneakily edge the laptop away from my sight and read it, and so this is my last mention of gratitude for yesterday.
what started out as a teary, sniffles filled day was salvaged by noon when i left work to go home and was propositioned with an offer to meet back at his for a birthday kiss at lunchtime which didnt materialise because of time constraints. but nothing a propositioned kiss, some cleaning and a short but intense nap can't fix in no time....
dinner was pleasant and fulfilling, as was our conversation. and back home... got my presents, the first of which i can't delve into details here [hur hur hur...] and the second of which was totally unexpected but lovely nonetheless. i couldn't contain my disappointment though, when i saw that it wasn't a huge black dildo... what was nice and black was the sleek little camera that i can't wait to play around with this weekend and shall magnanimously loan it out to him when i'm feeling generous.
and yes, mon amour, i really did/do like it very much although a nice bit of chanel would suffice too... but i dont think you'd be too keen to borrow that ;)
fcuk, brainfreeze says:
eh please record this on your blog
ming says:
after all that queing..
ming says:
now got zzz bug attacking me
Belle du Jour - 8 [!!] says:
me too
Belle du Jour - 8 [!!] says:
and sam too!!!!!
Belle du Jour - 8 [!!] says:
this really affirms the fact that we
3 cannot open a company together
Belle du Jour - 8 [!!] says:
otherwise it'll be 10am - breakfast
until 12pm - bitch and complain then lunch
2pm - 6pm - nap
ming says:
HAHAHA!!
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how silly of me, i'm already relishing a moment that has yet to descend. i think exactly this time next week, i'll be smiling like a loon, beside myself in anticipation, although i have to say that the 4am flight is not exactly anticipatory material. i hope i'm not speaking too soon but my birthday month is turning out well, as it always seems to.
i think i can safely say my favourite place in sg is the changi departure lounge.
it is the very picture of freedom and nothing makes me happier than being seated there, still on familiar terra firma, but not for much longer before everyone is herded like cattle to be airborne in metal. and annoyingly, not much longer before i have to step up on my vigilance on my belongings and myself, also indubitably bristling at the faintest trace of a singaporean accent my ears catch because like cockroaches, we're everywhere.
for the longest time, i've always been perversely thrilled with the thought that once i land on foreign soil, i can tear up the covetable [well, to some at least] red passport and disappear into the throngs of people, whether they speak my languages or not. i can discard all traces of my identity and as i affect an air of nonchalance whilst weaving in and out of the crowds, i can begin the adoption process of a new one. definitely not a tourist, no. a language student perhaps, and if i fancy, the no-speak-engrish type. or maybe eager young intern on the brink of adulthood or even possibly a confident expatriate milking the country for its worth. or callgirl. or heiress. or MI6 spy. the possibilities are just endless and intoxicating.
16 days to losing myself in cambodia.
happy monday!
unfuckingbelieveable.
i mean being able to get off work at 4pm tomorrow. um, hurrah?
i can't believe just mere hours ago i was having a huge breakfast with frankie and him and his eggs florentine and stumbling along brunswick, spending an impulsive amount at this shop called harem which looked like it lent everything in it to marie antoinette to be props and going into that hardcore s&m shop operated by an old man.
and going back to frankie's place and freaking the hell out about how i'm going to pack everything in, from goddamn krispy kremes to bloody toaster which got lost anyway.
and driving from the city to the airport with the windows down and the sun shining accompanied by the mad wind.
also, met a damn nice 94 year old caucasian lady on the plane. wish i could be more coherant but i'm literally typing this with my chin on the table already.
and now i'm home. i hate unpacking. i miss that place so much.
here comes the time of the year when someone special edges closer to dentures, adult diapers and nursing homes. also see - phone calls at 12 midnight [check], presents [one gag, one proper] (check) and a lovely dinner [half check].
when that time, that special 24 hours belonging to someone dear arrives, so does the blog post dedicated to him and his own brand of some say, chao yang-ness, i say specialness; so dear mingky, joyeux anniversaire.
this would be the third birthday of yours we'll be celebrating as pms. even though it seems like it is such a convenient, badly veiled excuse to eat well and fritter the night away bitching, i can assure you it is not. why? because there's nothing more special than a friend who swims in a pool that has shit in it and has no qualms about sharing that with everyone. yes that is why.
inside jokes [of which we have aplenty] aside, thank you for being my friend, my bitching partner, my aunt agony, my love advisor, my uncomplaining shopping person, my source of new music/entertainment/aviation news and confidante. it is also fantastic that you are the least fussy, picky, particular person in pms and thank you for being the butt of many malaysian jokes hur hur.
i wish for more spontaneous nights spent by your fecal matter infested pool with you, sam and mr absolut and his mixer friends. well, mostly because it is your turn to spill the beans on your sexcapades ahem.
remember the time we walked from ann siang > to i forgot where > arab st > to some other place with that obscure stupid shop > city hall > town after we met sam for lunch at crappy maxwell in some mad heat? yeah that was fantastic. more of that would be great.
also, pms escapades into all corners of town and beyond are things i yearn for.
ok before this gets too sappy and unfunny, i hope we can give you a nice birthday and i do hope you achieve your aviation dreams.
much love,
the p in the pms.