yo pple~tis yr my bdae i brought the guys to a korean bbq restaurant called Shillawon. It's located at Suntec. We all had a big feast! Juz look the the table of food!! haha..the last pic was taken by a waitress in the restaurant..she hang lo..take 3 times onli 1 shot taken...paiseh mj! the waitress crap lo...
how i wish i had my canon along last night to frame this rather rare and idyllic moments that can only surface with the blessing/curse of good spirits and a bunch of seemingly "nothing in common" individuals. In fact i had so much laughs that unknowingly i was laughing at my own 'jokes', weird i know but so is everyone last night. well most of our time there were spent breast feeding mosquitoes, not all of us have boobs and i'm sure you know it's not done through the nipples, but a certain individuals in the group seems to demonstrate early warning signs of 'moobs' symptoms; slightly enlarged chest clearly visible in tight fitting Ts.
Dr Huang's humble medical advice: get a life and sign up for ippt next week(you know who you are).
As we frolic through the culture, language and streets of Barcelona, it dawns on me that this catalans sure are a bunch of slacker who starts work in mid day, lunch at tea break, knocks off before dawn and have dinner as supper. And for a city that's half the size of singapore why they need twice or thrice as much pubs/clubs and who the hell clubs at 3 in the morning??? but on a brighter note they have some fantastic architectures like the sagrada familia church, park guell...etc, some not very hot spanish babes, a wicked football club and an insatiable thirst for the good life. but still i think the place is interesting enough and i count upon myself to verify the truthfulness of the some what absurd claim that spanish chicks ain't that hot, WTF!
Hi, excuse me. Can we have a bottle of this and there seems to have room inside, can we shift there?
now that we're off the radar and in comfort, there seems to be this buzzing silence looping between our ears. awkward? Nope. breather? maybe. the point of no return, the best i can summarise. making fun of neighbours curry and lingerie, pulling thin threads into individuals life, classy(none racist) jokes and more drinks and food. we're living it,Spain.
I'm sure we're the menace there. think about it yeah, if you have 3 blokes decked in faded berms and t-shirts tryna enter a wine bistro in dempsey road, how do you think the wo(man) at the door will react? simple. please proceed to the backyard cause there are more seats there. Smart!
well the night seems to fly by and how i wish i can say that about work. Eric Clapton doing one of his all time great on radio and my god how can i resist not to lend my voice to tighten up the high key portion of it."Baby if i could...changee... the world", as good as it sounds, the other two back ups seriously ain't up to the mark. we reached our destination, ordered $10 worth of chicken and 3 bowls of rice. nothing much to comment on, other than the fact that they are a little stingy with the meat. well i guess if u hire 7-9 people to idle through the night obviously the cost vs portion will be subjected to micro economics scrutiny.
the song i posted, Sarah Mclanclan - Adia. i don't know why but it has been playing in my head since last night. maybe she's right " ...It’s easy, we all falter... but does it matter?". To your fantastic company,Arriba, abajo, al centro, para adentro!
No.1: A vintage JLC watch. Yellow gold. Annual calander with moonphase. Rare and no longer in production. Quite well priced if i do want to buy it.
