Of Os and Ps.
14 July 2007
Saturday
Saturday could be surmised in a single word - Busy! By 11am, I was out in a jiffy and only stepped foot into my home at dawn.
Day :
When Ai Li gave me a buzz with free tickets to Harry Potter at Vivocity, little did I know what was in store.
Carl's Junior was our meeting point. Before my teeth could sink into the succulent beef patty, in waltzed a lady who indulged in some casual banter, punctuating her sentences with bright beams. It was only after some time did she take her leave. Bearing some semblance to Ai Li, my initial impression of her identity was that of Ai Li's cousin or relative.
Boy. Was. I. Wrong.
In between bites, Ai Li casually mentioned that the nice lady was the Permanent Secretary of MOE.
Gulp.
Proceeding to the cinema, I was pleasantly surprised to learn that we had the privilege of watching the movie in the Gold Class theatre. What Ai Li had failed to warn me was the presence of a gazillion fellow journalists mingling in the lounge area prior to the screening of the movie.
I ought to have known. After all, Ai Li is a key journalist at the Straits Times. (note: mentioned being possesses an incredible level of critical thinking and wields a scholarship from the London School of Economics.)
Social butterfly mode was in effect.
The movie per se was a tad too long for its own good, with its plot begging for an ounce of justification in return for the media hype, which was ironic as Ai Li and the journalists shared this view.
Thereafter, we tarried at PageOne before parting ways and I was off to meet Vern & Ting.
Night:
On our way to dbl O
Shots with Melvin & Kelvin at dbl O
At Wisma Atria, a young Thai tourist fainted at my feet. Straddling her pale body, her husband was wrought with panic. This was when the apathy of Singaporeans irked me as numerous stares were thrown in our direction but none offered to help. A lady even stepped forward to ask, "Is she your friend?" before walking away after learning that I was a mere stranger to the foreigners. What cheek! Vern & I helped with the Thai lady's belongings and ensured that she was in a ventilated area as her husband called for an ambulance with quivering hands. Grateful, he clasped his hands and muttered his thanks in his heavily-accented English.
Next, while waiting for Ting to arrive at 10pm, Vern & I spent 2 hours at Sakae Sushi because Starbucks was packed, CoffeeClub was alfresco and NYDC was not my prime choice. Plates of Ni Hotate (smoked scallops) and cups of tea enabled us to wheedle the time away.
Thereafter, it was time for dinner. It was then did Vern realise she had left her identity card at home and her NUS matriculation card for her PhD did little to verify her age if the need arose. My attempts at dissuading the unnecessary additional expense of a round trip by cab proved to be futile. The cost of retrieving her IC from home and tottering back to Orchard again was $21.
By then, Ting was on her way to meet us. My growling tummy was begging for crayfish noodles and we had another round of edibles.
Mangled in verbal twists, we had to tear ourselves away from idle chatter and headed towards dbl O. There, nostalgia wafted the air as Mambo junkies were displaying their wares on Retro night. It took a while for me to recall those juvenile moves we'd enjoyed in the past!
A couple of lychee martinis later, we slipped into a good spot on the dance floor. A young man in black sidled up behind me with his buddies in tow and asked if I was alone. "Girls' night out?" wasn't exactly the best pick-up line and soon, they disappeared into the crowd.
A group of males decked in white shirts cornered us while the music went on for about an hour. Two Ah Bengs tried their luck with Ting by trying to get her number and offering her a jug of housepour.
Protective of the youngest in our trio and utterly bushed, Vern & I had enough of the dance floor at 3am. My quiet sips with 4 shots of Sex on The Beach proved to be idyllic till two males walked towards our table. Melvin was the confident one of the pair, while Kelvin merely nodded in accordance to Melvin's verbal precipitations. Melvin failed to convince me of his "sincerity in being friends" and after persuasion failed, he walked away with Kelvin.
For some reason, the bartender decided to jump on the bandwagon and tried to introduce himself. To this, I gave him a wry grin and playfully noted that banter indicated friendly relations at the very least. We had a whale of a time exchanging verbal barbs with the poor bartender who took it all in his stride. He was good fun!
A fight broke out at the neighbouring table and a chair was smashed before the bouncers escorted the culprit of the club with deft efficiency. I was impressed by the fact that his departure was on his own accord. Great work, guys!
Melvin & Kelvin reappeared out of nowhere. This time, Melvin pleaded repeatedly for my number, failing which he resorted to retrieving my email address. Thankfully, it was closing time and we went for supper. Thinking we had shaken them off, we gasped as Ting caught sight of them seated in the distance and I spotted the two Bengs who had tried to hit on Ting earlier.
More banter ensued as we chewed. I took no notice of the time till I was home.
And all this while, I never stopped thinking of You.
Wondering if there was a moment
When You'd have thought of me too?
Saturday
Saturday could be surmised in a single word - Busy! By 11am, I was out in a jiffy and only stepped foot into my home at dawn.
Day :
When Ai Li gave me a buzz with free tickets to Harry Potter at Vivocity, little did I know what was in store.
Carl's Junior was our meeting point. Before my teeth could sink into the succulent beef patty, in waltzed a lady who indulged in some casual banter, punctuating her sentences with bright beams. It was only after some time did she take her leave. Bearing some semblance to Ai Li, my initial impression of her identity was that of Ai Li's cousin or relative.
Boy. Was. I. Wrong.
In between bites, Ai Li casually mentioned that the nice lady was the Permanent Secretary of MOE.
Gulp.
Proceeding to the cinema, I was pleasantly surprised to learn that we had the privilege of watching the movie in the Gold Class theatre. What Ai Li had failed to warn me was the presence of a gazillion fellow journalists mingling in the lounge area prior to the screening of the movie.
I ought to have known. After all, Ai Li is a key journalist at the Straits Times. (note: mentioned being possesses an incredible level of critical thinking and wields a scholarship from the London School of Economics.)
Social butterfly mode was in effect.
The movie per se was a tad too long for its own good, with its plot begging for an ounce of justification in return for the media hype, which was ironic as Ai Li and the journalists shared this view.
Thereafter, we tarried at PageOne before parting ways and I was off to meet Vern & Ting.
Night:
On our way to dbl O
Shots with Melvin & Kelvin at dbl O
At Wisma Atria, a young Thai tourist fainted at my feet. Straddling her pale body, her husband was wrought with panic. This was when the apathy of Singaporeans irked me as numerous stares were thrown in our direction but none offered to help. A lady even stepped forward to ask, "Is she your friend?" before walking away after learning that I was a mere stranger to the foreigners. What cheek! Vern & I helped with the Thai lady's belongings and ensured that she was in a ventilated area as her husband called for an ambulance with quivering hands. Grateful, he clasped his hands and muttered his thanks in his heavily-accented English.
Next, while waiting for Ting to arrive at 10pm, Vern & I spent 2 hours at Sakae Sushi because Starbucks was packed, CoffeeClub was alfresco and NYDC was not my prime choice. Plates of Ni Hotate (smoked scallops) and cups of tea enabled us to wheedle the time away.
Thereafter, it was time for dinner. It was then did Vern realise she had left her identity card at home and her NUS matriculation card for her PhD did little to verify her age if the need arose. My attempts at dissuading the unnecessary additional expense of a round trip by cab proved to be futile. The cost of retrieving her IC from home and tottering back to Orchard again was $21.
By then, Ting was on her way to meet us. My growling tummy was begging for crayfish noodles and we had another round of edibles.
Mangled in verbal twists, we had to tear ourselves away from idle chatter and headed towards dbl O. There, nostalgia wafted the air as Mambo junkies were displaying their wares on Retro night. It took a while for me to recall those juvenile moves we'd enjoyed in the past!
A couple of lychee martinis later, we slipped into a good spot on the dance floor. A young man in black sidled up behind me with his buddies in tow and asked if I was alone. "Girls' night out?" wasn't exactly the best pick-up line and soon, they disappeared into the crowd.
A group of males decked in white shirts cornered us while the music went on for about an hour. Two Ah Bengs tried their luck with Ting by trying to get her number and offering her a jug of housepour.
Protective of the youngest in our trio and utterly bushed, Vern & I had enough of the dance floor at 3am. My quiet sips with 4 shots of Sex on The Beach proved to be idyllic till two males walked towards our table. Melvin was the confident one of the pair, while Kelvin merely nodded in accordance to Melvin's verbal precipitations. Melvin failed to convince me of his "sincerity in being friends" and after persuasion failed, he walked away with Kelvin.
For some reason, the bartender decided to jump on the bandwagon and tried to introduce himself. To this, I gave him a wry grin and playfully noted that banter indicated friendly relations at the very least. We had a whale of a time exchanging verbal barbs with the poor bartender who took it all in his stride. He was good fun!
A fight broke out at the neighbouring table and a chair was smashed before the bouncers escorted the culprit of the club with deft efficiency. I was impressed by the fact that his departure was on his own accord. Great work, guys!
Melvin & Kelvin reappeared out of nowhere. This time, Melvin pleaded repeatedly for my number, failing which he resorted to retrieving my email address. Thankfully, it was closing time and we went for supper. Thinking we had shaken them off, we gasped as Ting caught sight of them seated in the distance and I spotted the two Bengs who had tried to hit on Ting earlier.
More banter ensued as we chewed. I took no notice of the time till I was home.
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