january ending...


con's wedding and our longtime reunion...my first time as host and i did well...hehe...more post-party drinks and another trip to ubin, this time, just for chris!




nie gang...we laughed the good old days away and continued to %$&&&*(#$ our cob-webbed tutors who continue to exist in the far end of that galaxy...cara, anton and ma did the usual unglam thing...spotted a cool waxing poster of some warton chio-bu with sprigs of armpit hair all splattered on the wall. wa lau eh!!! we had to pose and to raise the stakes higher....i did the directing instead. i would have opted for something more malicious still. some kinds of hair, cheerful as they look, deserved to be shaved completely and plucked to nothingness like tow gay.


try okinawan at tanglin shopping mall...bittergourd sushi with delicate slabs of sashimi wedged between, the bitterness becomes almost tangy in taste. a heavy-duty load of anti-oxidants wrapped in rice paper. the eatery proudly boasts of okinawans being known for their longevity, based on the meals they eat. much of the menu is written in japanese too. we also kissed and chewed up the most delicious piece of ox cheek ever (or was it tongue???). a loyal stream of jap expatriates stepping in; a sure sign of culinary goodness being served here. on a previous trip to another restaurant in great world- top shell filled with superior stock stacked on a mini-hotplate of blue flames which kept the dish warm and looking cool...i poached the shell home. its next life: a raw piece of installation art in the humble washroom. christianed 'pacific'- faithful to its origins.



my birthday came a little early this year. shari and karen did a bluff. asked me to accompany them for a tattoo. we left after mass...went to some block in toh yi, was told the practitioner operated from his home. we climbed the stairs and knocked the door. an indian lady with a cryptic smile on her face opened the door, with candlelight in tow...it was dark inside and my mind was half-racing to second guess the other career of this mysterious tattoo artist...entered and saw curtains with shadows behind them...felt dark and creepy within...and gapowwow................. they emerged, sung a broken-jinggly and half-rung birthday song for me....the person was none other than john rozario's maid who acted as the gatekeeper! for a moment, i had my attention all on shari, wondering where the tattoo would be...she even picked a design for me..a clump of celtic trees...should i?