How's Sunday? Account for it before I share mine, which you can read more here. Woke up around 11 am. Man.. it just getting late and later with each weekend. Probably a little exhausted from yesterday evening's outing.
Yesterday evening had dinner with my close and good friends. I was late - the usual. Being a latecomer, I had to decide and what the heck, we landed ourselves to Fish N Co. @ Suntec. 5 minutes after settled down, my Jude went dishing off the table, landing some 20 metres away after we placed our orders. I didn't stand up nor did I grasp in horror. Just waited glamorously for the waitress to pick up my cellphone and accept it with a "5 carat" smile in appreciation.
I revealed the cause of this dinner - to celebrate the goodest of best news aka. " I cleared all the papers from last semester!" Which means I'm on track to graduation.
Loo had the Swordfish with rice (which makes him the "Hill Red (bukit merah) boy" coz that dude battled hard with swordfish over the 1 hour dinner!). Paste with prawns for Clara. All-time New York Fish n Chips for myself. We had a slight competition with the couple sitting on our right (Loo's left). Despite us outnumbering them by 1 person, they seemed to finish their calamari alot faster than us! I was surprise my gestures were fine all day. I wanted to tell Loo (who sat opposite me) without letting our competitors heard/see me talking about them, I had the sovereign covering my right as I mouthed and use my eye as directors. Lol.
If that's not bitchy enough, here's more - we kinda bit** about everyone. Including the guy sitting next to Loo, whom Clara couldn't help getting irritatingly-distracted by his shaking-foot. Yup.. perfect bit**ing dinner we had.
Oh.. Loo shared his talent on earning himself the prospect of "face-geometry". Taught us of the beauty of having our plates finished clean and warned about the consequences of landing up with a future spouse with face full of blemishes/acne according to the leftovers on our plates. Sounds familiar? Clara and I were "tingling" with our decipher of housewives tales.
We laughed alot, being lame and bit**ing.. witnessing Loo's half-successful battle with his meal. That dude kept wasting a heck lot of effort with his meal just because he mixed up his utensils. Like using the fork to scrap the flesh of the fried fish and holding it in place with the sppon which otherwise had been efficient using the other way round. I couldn't take anymore and borrowed the un-used cutter from Clara, the spoon for calamari and giving buddy a hand. Trust me guys, next time, never ever have your dates eating this dish coz it wears you out just to have the swordfish eaten-clean. *Menace grin*
We wanted to proceed with the "Ben's and Jerry's" expedition (proposed from our previous dinner). Turns out we foregone it because all the shops were closed by half-past nine. Well, what's good was Loo decided on buying a bike. Which was literally cheap. Prices were slashed from hundred bucks to below hundred and as low as a cent off 60.
Left with no alternatives, the trio parked ourselves at Starbucks for chill-out. It's funny..really, more throat-slashing talks, discussions and laughs over people at work, our talked-about-but-never-fulfilled overseas trip this August, inconsiderate people stealing our sofa-seats. God-forgive-me, I commented the girl who swooped over to the sofa seats - our long awaited target right from the first minute we stepped into the cafe. Just don't understand, she isn't pretty, still wear a thigh-revealing jeanie-shorts. I said out aloud, she must have had a 28.5 waistline. Oops. Anyway, she and her boyfriend, two person occupying a four-seater sofa seat. (pretty inconsiderate dotcha think?). And worst, they kept taking photos with flashes. Goodness, the cafe was brightly lit.
Poor Clara had work early tomorrow. To make her life even more miserable, she had eye-infection. She even mentioned about her plans for lasik coz the cause of her infection was due to the contacts she worn. Well.. Loo and I considering Botox for ourselves. Bet Clara rolled her eyes like 1080 degress. Metaphorically of course. Lol. Hence, we never stayed long. By 11pm, we were out and waving goodbyes to Loo at the MRT. The remaining took a cab.
After sending Clara, the cabby was abit funny when he started conversation with me. Topic was about life being hard and not having earned enough money. Alot of things went through my mind. Perhaps "he's implying for me to give him more tips".. or "he's just complaining or whinning".. I seriously don't have an answer to that. I was accomodating him, finding it tough to use the appropriate mandarin words to communicate effectively with him. He has four children. Life must be hard for him.
Back to Sunday. Today. I continued where I last left my midnight-oil work. Realised I was kinda stuck and gave myself a break with Lipstick jungle. It was then I realised I have to blog about this.
I believe things or events occur in our lives for a reason (regardless for now or later). For me, perhaps the conversation with the cabby was to make me aware there are worst-off people. Two ways to perspect this. One: to treasure what I already have. Two: to stop being miserable about myself because I ought to realise how fortunate I am compared to others.
Honestly, the person I let down most is myself. Always undermining my potential. Feeling sorry for myself because of little setbacks which are incomparable to those magnified problems of others. Like Mohan said, I yearn too much for things which are not there and neglecting those which I already have.
Thus, I need to restructure myself, priorities, life. I'm a person who do as I deem fit.. with emotions. It's time to sprinkle some rationality in to govern my thoughts. Item one, I have announced my plan for Hume's Avenue. Perhaps a plot of land would be better. Alright, maybe this is not a good example.
How about improving my grades? Hmm.. learn my ropes at work. I am sick of scrapping too. It's not enough building glass laddles. It's safer to strengthen my foundations in my knowledge. Gonna reinforce my laddle with concrete or steel.
I'm losing my touch on stamina. Yup, that's something I gotta work on. What else.. hmm..saving fund? It's feasible. Right? Wait.. changed Jason's covering my mouth.. talking too much is useless. Revealing too much either. Time to conceive plans in silence.
Yesterday evening had dinner with my close and good friends. I was late - the usual. Being a latecomer, I had to decide and what the heck, we landed ourselves to Fish N Co. @ Suntec. 5 minutes after settled down, my Jude went dishing off the table, landing some 20 metres away after we placed our orders. I didn't stand up nor did I grasp in horror. Just waited glamorously for the waitress to pick up my cellphone and accept it with a "5 carat" smile in appreciation.
I revealed the cause of this dinner - to celebrate the goodest of best news aka. " I cleared all the papers from last semester!" Which means I'm on track to graduation.
Loo had the Swordfish with rice (which makes him the "Hill Red (bukit merah) boy" coz that dude battled hard with swordfish over the 1 hour dinner!). Paste with prawns for Clara. All-time New York Fish n Chips for myself. We had a slight competition with the couple sitting on our right (Loo's left). Despite us outnumbering them by 1 person, they seemed to finish their calamari alot faster than us! I was surprise my gestures were fine all day. I wanted to tell Loo (who sat opposite me) without letting our competitors heard/see me talking about them, I had the sovereign covering my right as I mouthed and use my eye as directors. Lol.
If that's not bitchy enough, here's more - we kinda bit** about everyone. Including the guy sitting next to Loo, whom Clara couldn't help getting irritatingly-distracted by his shaking-foot. Yup.. perfect bit**ing dinner we had.
Oh.. Loo shared his talent on earning himself the prospect of "face-geometry". Taught us of the beauty of having our plates finished clean and warned about the consequences of landing up with a future spouse with face full of blemishes/acne according to the leftovers on our plates. Sounds familiar? Clara and I were "tingling" with our decipher of housewives tales.
We laughed alot, being lame and bit**ing.. witnessing Loo's half-successful battle with his meal. That dude kept wasting a heck lot of effort with his meal just because he mixed up his utensils. Like using the fork to scrap the flesh of the fried fish and holding it in place with the sppon which otherwise had been efficient using the other way round. I couldn't take anymore and borrowed the un-used cutter from Clara, the spoon for calamari and giving buddy a hand. Trust me guys, next time, never ever have your dates eating this dish coz it wears you out just to have the swordfish eaten-clean. *Menace grin*We wanted to proceed with the "Ben's and Jerry's" expedition (proposed from our previous dinner). Turns out we foregone it because all the shops were closed by half-past nine. Well, what's good was Loo decided on buying a bike. Which was literally cheap. Prices were slashed from hundred bucks to below hundred and as low as a cent off 60.
Left with no alternatives, the trio parked ourselves at Starbucks for chill-out. It's funny..really, more throat-slashing talks, discussions and laughs over people at work, our talked-about-but-never-fulfilled overseas trip this August, inconsiderate people stealing our sofa-seats. God-forgive-me, I commented the girl who swooped over to the sofa seats - our long awaited target right from the first minute we stepped into the cafe. Just don't understand, she isn't pretty, still wear a thigh-revealing jeanie-shorts. I said out aloud, she must have had a 28.5 waistline. Oops. Anyway, she and her boyfriend, two person occupying a four-seater sofa seat. (pretty inconsiderate dotcha think?). And worst, they kept taking photos with flashes. Goodness, the cafe was brightly lit.
Poor Clara had work early tomorrow. To make her life even more miserable, she had eye-infection. She even mentioned about her plans for lasik coz the cause of her infection was due to the contacts she worn. Well.. Loo and I considering Botox for ourselves. Bet Clara rolled her eyes like 1080 degress. Metaphorically of course. Lol. Hence, we never stayed long. By 11pm, we were out and waving goodbyes to Loo at the MRT. The remaining took a cab.
After sending Clara, the cabby was abit funny when he started conversation with me. Topic was about life being hard and not having earned enough money. Alot of things went through my mind. Perhaps "he's implying for me to give him more tips".. or "he's just complaining or whinning".. I seriously don't have an answer to that. I was accomodating him, finding it tough to use the appropriate mandarin words to communicate effectively with him. He has four children. Life must be hard for him.
Back to Sunday. Today. I continued where I last left my midnight-oil work. Realised I was kinda stuck and gave myself a break with Lipstick jungle. It was then I realised I have to blog about this.
I believe things or events occur in our lives for a reason (regardless for now or later). For me, perhaps the conversation with the cabby was to make me aware there are worst-off people. Two ways to perspect this. One: to treasure what I already have. Two: to stop being miserable about myself because I ought to realise how fortunate I am compared to others.
Honestly, the person I let down most is myself. Always undermining my potential. Feeling sorry for myself because of little setbacks which are incomparable to those magnified problems of others. Like Mohan said, I yearn too much for things which are not there and neglecting those which I already have.
Thus, I need to restructure myself, priorities, life. I'm a person who do as I deem fit.. with emotions. It's time to sprinkle some rationality in to govern my thoughts. Item one, I have announced my plan for Hume's Avenue. Perhaps a plot of land would be better. Alright, maybe this is not a good example.
How about improving my grades? Hmm.. learn my ropes at work. I am sick of scrapping too. It's not enough building glass laddles. It's safer to strengthen my foundations in my knowledge. Gonna reinforce my laddle with concrete or steel.
I'm losing my touch on stamina. Yup, that's something I gotta work on. What else.. hmm..saving fund? It's feasible. Right? Wait.. changed Jason's covering my mouth.. talking too much is useless. Revealing too much either. Time to conceive plans in silence.
