Sunday, February 18, 2007
24 Year Old Piggie.That was the catch phrase for last night's episode at Walas with the girls. It's been awhile since it was just the 4 of us, good food, drinks, and great music. Had been looking forward to it all week because I was completely cold turkey from not seeing / bullying Kwa. Oh Kwa, you know I love you, doncha? Things were going great until Jack indirectly called me a 24 year old piggie. For the record, I'm TWENTY-THREE. 2-3. 23. 23! Bah. I stared moodily for awhile until we had the brilliant idea of sending up a dedication ordering 10 hargow, 10 siewmai, and 1 prawn cheecheongfun from the chineseshirt-clad EIC onstage. Yes, they were naive enough to think they could get away with wearing gold chinese shirts, not realising they looked very much like dimsum waiters, or xiao3 er4. Other than that, things were mostly great. We were supposed to go for chicken wings after Walas but we fell short of our own high expectations due to bloatedness from drinks & dinner, fatigue, and I'm guessing potential calorie-count, although that was not explicitly mentioned. This coming week will be good. CNY ie angpows! And it's my last 1.5weeks before I'm officially an editor. I better make good use of it. Anyone wants to meet for dinner & stuff? Or shopping? Or tea? Tea's good. We can go to Toast for cupcakes. Oh yes, and we have tentative plans for karaoke! *trills*
lying among the petals 12:08 AM
