...makes twenty-seven.
An age that is not quite young, but not quite old either. But age 27 has caught on the imagination of others, with 27 Club referring to "a popular culture name for a group of influential rock and blues musicians who all died at the age of 27, sometimes under mysterious circumstances" (Wikipedia).
This macabre image was certainly not in Best Friend's nor Great Friend's minds last Saturday. Best Friend was waiting with bated breath what Great Friend had planned that Best Friend might as well have gone and read Charles Dicken's Great Expectations.
Trying to test the wit of Best Friend, Great Friend gave a card that carried a riddle. Thanks to the regular training by JJ Lin Jun Jie and sister BL who had given the Cat thousands of gifts wrapped in surprises and riddles, the riddle posed by Great Friend unfortunately proved too three-legged-cat for Best Friend Cat that they were soon cruising along to the Ferris within five minutes. But not without Best Friend first getting a wonderful briefcase of a gift from Great Friend.
With the camera's clicking away since this was the first time they were on that humongous wheel, they were soon on top of the world!!! If this was what Great Friend had planned to be, it certainly worked, both literally and metaphorically.... until a box of sublime strawberries dipped in heavenly Nutella as next offered by Great Friend almost drove Best Friend nuts with the pleasures of not just the sights, but now even that of the palette!
Well, it just didn't end there. At Woods restaurant in Vivocity, Great Friend was shilling how the restaurant scored the points of some food critics when the chefs there used charcoal fire to prepare their cuisine. With baked mozarella and mushroom, and then a fish main course, Best Friend and Great Friend couldn't agree more that Great Friend's judgment was marvellously fabulous. Perhaps, it might have been due to their peckish nature as a result of a slip in the planning which saw them getting to the restaurant later than planned that made the food so delectable, but certainly the whole ambience of the place is worth checking out. But Great Friend seems almost unapologetic about the slip, as all other aspects of the plan has been executed so perfectly and neatly, that a slip seems almost wanting to make sure the whole event is not just another Best Friend's dream. It was an effort by Great Friend to tell Best Friend that the surrealness experienced earlier is real.
Not withstanding a full stomach, Great Friend and Best Friend decided that coffee in Clarke Quay would be a wonderful ending to the evening. The mud-pie at Coffee Club was what they shared, and what they truely enjoyed... watching the mud pie topple and then attacking it with no mercy did not leave Best Friend and Great Friend guilty of the sins of loading their bodies with calories. And it was Great Friend at this time that really caught the Cat by its tail, when Best Friend could not guess what was inside a wrapped box that Great Friend flashed out for him.
It took quite a bit of giving of clues, that Best Friend could not enjoy ice cream due to his most sensitive teeth (for a most sensitive person, what do you expect) before Best Friend managed to squeal in delight "Sensodyne".... an answer that was almost a promise to Best Friend that they would have to go for Hagaan Daaz ice-cream in future. No excuse for Best Friend!!!
And what did I say about age 27 again? As far as I know, age 27 couldn't be better!
P.S. As competitive as Best Friend has always been, Best Friend is determined to outdo Great Friend when Great Friend's birthday approach next year May. To this, Best Friend already had in mind a grand scheme, one that would draw the Great Friend swiftly to concede losing.... *wicked guffaw in Mongolian style*
Friday, November 14, 2008
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Bintan
One day, Mr G and Good Friend decided to go to Bintan.
Mr G met Good Friend at Tampines MRT where they took a train and bus to Tanah Merah ferry terminal. Their exciting day began with their awe at the spacious and comfortable Mayang Sari room. But because Mr G had not slept much the day before and since both of them were early for their planned itinerary, they napped for a while before leaving for Pasar Oleh Oleh.
Enchanted by a particular sleepy restaurant tucked at a corner where there was hardly a soul, Mr G and Good Friend decided to fill their tummy in this refill station. By refill, it also meant a Bintang beer! It is usually not advisable for one to do a massage straightaway after a heavy meal, but the two went ahead anyway with a two-hour body massage and scrub. Both agreed the soothing head massage was a blast, but Mr G was actually secretly hoping that the head rub would not give him a literal post-massage hair-dropping experience!
Thereafter they returned to hotel to walk down the wet beach. Wait a minute, wet beach? Durrrr... but it was wet as it had showered mercilessly earlier and the sand was slightly cold to the touch. Sill Mr G and Good Friend thought that might have been a blessing since nobody came out from their warm little huts. Thus the entire beach was theirs. Until they realised later that they shared it with the mosquitoes!
Admidst the tiger balm that Good Friend was quick to offer to Mr G in their room for their itch, they realised they were losing their cup noodles eating time! Good Friend hardly ate anything while Mr G could have been easily mistaken as a part-time fire-eater when he gobbled down the entire cup within a min. Not that they would be disturbed by their hunger pangs later for they were totally floored by their mangrove firefly tour, what with all the river cruising and firefly catching (and releasing of course)!
Their stomach forgave them when their late dinner was settled at a near-forgotten beach side restaurant after the tour. Soon, iced wine in the hotel room washed down the entire fatigue of the day, and the day culminated with Mr G and Good Friend doing a Watson's facial mask that made them really really sleepy… What Mr G lacked Good Friend made up. It was the astute Good Friend who reminded the myopic Mr G to set the alarm clock lest they fell asleep.
Thanks to Good Friend's most enterprising thought, they were in good time for the breakfast. But the sky had hardly been doing them any favours again when they saw over the course of their meal, a most wondrous sky turning moody and then great, it poured....As if that was not bad enough, they missed the bus to Pasar Oleh Oleh as the call of the concierge eluded them. They could only content themselves by taking the internal shuttle bus to other resorts and checking out their facilities. If there was a silver lining, it was the conclusion that the resort they stayed was simply the best. And with this "best" word which they had continued to use to describe their whole experience, Mr G and Good Friend left Bintan for Home Sweet Home.
Mr G met Good Friend at Tampines MRT where they took a train and bus to Tanah Merah ferry terminal. Their exciting day began with their awe at the spacious and comfortable Mayang Sari room. But because Mr G had not slept much the day before and since both of them were early for their planned itinerary, they napped for a while before leaving for Pasar Oleh Oleh.
Enchanted by a particular sleepy restaurant tucked at a corner where there was hardly a soul, Mr G and Good Friend decided to fill their tummy in this refill station. By refill, it also meant a Bintang beer! It is usually not advisable for one to do a massage straightaway after a heavy meal, but the two went ahead anyway with a two-hour body massage and scrub. Both agreed the soothing head massage was a blast, but Mr G was actually secretly hoping that the head rub would not give him a literal post-massage hair-dropping experience!
Thereafter they returned to hotel to walk down the wet beach. Wait a minute, wet beach? Durrrr... but it was wet as it had showered mercilessly earlier and the sand was slightly cold to the touch. Sill Mr G and Good Friend thought that might have been a blessing since nobody came out from their warm little huts. Thus the entire beach was theirs. Until they realised later that they shared it with the mosquitoes!
Admidst the tiger balm that Good Friend was quick to offer to Mr G in their room for their itch, they realised they were losing their cup noodles eating time! Good Friend hardly ate anything while Mr G could have been easily mistaken as a part-time fire-eater when he gobbled down the entire cup within a min. Not that they would be disturbed by their hunger pangs later for they were totally floored by their mangrove firefly tour, what with all the river cruising and firefly catching (and releasing of course)!
Their stomach forgave them when their late dinner was settled at a near-forgotten beach side restaurant after the tour. Soon, iced wine in the hotel room washed down the entire fatigue of the day, and the day culminated with Mr G and Good Friend doing a Watson's facial mask that made them really really sleepy… What Mr G lacked Good Friend made up. It was the astute Good Friend who reminded the myopic Mr G to set the alarm clock lest they fell asleep.
Thanks to Good Friend's most enterprising thought, they were in good time for the breakfast. But the sky had hardly been doing them any favours again when they saw over the course of their meal, a most wondrous sky turning moody and then great, it poured....As if that was not bad enough, they missed the bus to Pasar Oleh Oleh as the call of the concierge eluded them. They could only content themselves by taking the internal shuttle bus to other resorts and checking out their facilities. If there was a silver lining, it was the conclusion that the resort they stayed was simply the best. And with this "best" word which they had continued to use to describe their whole experience, Mr G and Good Friend left Bintan for Home Sweet Home.
Friday, November 7, 2008
Scaring the 3-legged cat
**From my.. eX-peren... I feel... ** that this post really scared the sh*t out of the three-legged cat!
Do not watch if you:
(1) DO NOT want nightmares, OR
(2) are working NOW late at night in office, OR
(3) going to take an elevator later, OR
(4) work in Raffles Place CBD, OR
(5) hate old women, OR
(6) are just plain scary (but not necessarily 3-legged) cat.
After all, one person commented in the youtube "f*ck you! now I cant go to the elevator in the condo from the internet cafe!".
Lol.... an absolute best way to encourage people to shave off some kilos through climbing the stairs.. but then again, who can promise that there is no hanging wispy white gowned Nightingale waiting at the stairs....
For some hard-core ghost-bustering, visit our gungho friends at http://www.rafflesplaceghost.net/blog/
where they do all the follow-up.
Sunday, November 2, 2008
Best of Noose: Maid Trg Sch/Barbarella Beach/Lulu and Balls
Got this clip after going to SL LLG blog.
My goodness, Michelle Chong's accentsss are so diversifying!!
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Love letters
Did they really say that?
Her: Ok, I think I will just remain silent and give my demure smile
Him: No no.. you are not going to do that. You should just open your mouth and show to the world that you have both beauty and brain.
Her: *chuckle*
Him: But after that, you can still flash them your demure smile
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There are not many occassions where I woul flip through magazines and pore through them in earnest, but reading SDU tri-monthly magazine can be a riveting affair. One of the pages gave a most edifying instruction of writing love letter. It would seem almost anachronistic for one to express oneself through hand-writing, but this practice stil retains its own little charm.
Someone blogged about how he wrote his first love letter to his crush at a tender age of 7 when he was in primary one. I find it hilarious, warm-heartening and pure all at the same time:
I love you SIng LIng
Please love me
I'll give you a eraser or a ruler if you love me
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Other love letters are:
I gently press my lips to yours and try to forget everything, gazing into your lovely eyes - I lay on your precious breast, rested my tired head upon it still. This morning I tried to gain calm and strength for the separation. Goodbye wee one, Lovebird, Sunshine, Huzy mine, Own!
- Tsarina Alexandra to Tsar Nicholas II of Russia, 1915.
It seems to me, to myself, that no man was ever before to any woman what you are to me.
- Robert Browning, 1846.
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Her: Ok, I think I will just remain silent and give my demure smile
Him: No no.. you are not going to do that. You should just open your mouth and show to the world that you have both beauty and brain.
Her: *chuckle*
Him: But after that, you can still flash them your demure smile
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There are not many occassions where I woul flip through magazines and pore through them in earnest, but reading SDU tri-monthly magazine can be a riveting affair. One of the pages gave a most edifying instruction of writing love letter. It would seem almost anachronistic for one to express oneself through hand-writing, but this practice stil retains its own little charm.
Someone blogged about how he wrote his first love letter to his crush at a tender age of 7 when he was in primary one. I find it hilarious, warm-heartening and pure all at the same time:
I love you SIng LIng
Please love me
I'll give you a eraser or a ruler if you love me
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Other love letters are:
I gently press my lips to yours and try to forget everything, gazing into your lovely eyes - I lay on your precious breast, rested my tired head upon it still. This morning I tried to gain calm and strength for the separation. Goodbye wee one, Lovebird, Sunshine, Huzy mine, Own!
- Tsarina Alexandra to Tsar Nicholas II of Russia, 1915.
It seems to me, to myself, that no man was ever before to any woman what you are to me.
- Robert Browning, 1846.
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Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Arachnid
Scorpio are easily adaptable, determined, and instinctive. They are philosophical, powerful, and very intense. Scorpios tend to always get what they want.
They also tend to be fiery, with a sting in their tail, which leads to an exciting and passionate relationship. Relationships with Scorpio's won't be without problems though as they can be jealous, secretive, and compulsive. They are extremely loyal and emotional though, always wanting to prove their love to their family and friends.
Scorpio Strength: Passionate
Scorpio Weakness: Isolated
Scorpio Love Horoscope Compatibility
When it comes to relationships, Scorpio are most compatible with TAURUS & PISCES, a complimentary earth sign and a water sign. The complimentary relationship between earth and water brings about an understanding and easiness in a romantic relationship. Both compliment each other well and would create a deep companionship.
Source: http://www.romancestuck.com/astrology/horoscopes/scorpio-love-horoscopes.htm
They also tend to be fiery, with a sting in their tail, which leads to an exciting and passionate relationship. Relationships with Scorpio's won't be without problems though as they can be jealous, secretive, and compulsive. They are extremely loyal and emotional though, always wanting to prove their love to their family and friends.
Scorpio Strength: Passionate
Scorpio Weakness: Isolated
Scorpio Love Horoscope Compatibility
When it comes to relationships, Scorpio are most compatible with TAURUS & PISCES, a complimentary earth sign and a water sign. The complimentary relationship between earth and water brings about an understanding and easiness in a romantic relationship. Both compliment each other well and would create a deep companionship.
Source: http://www.romancestuck.com/astrology/horoscopes/scorpio-love-horoscopes.htm
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Formula
Different people have their own fomulae when it comes to finding their significant halves.
"minus 4 plus 2", declared my cousin many years ago. "Younger by 4 years or older by 2 years", he explained.
So for quite some time, I adopted this system. Almost quite chic if you think about it, as if one's fetishes with numbers haven't quite stopped at high school.. It's almost like one's life affair can be solved almost as easily as with a mathematically formula, and you can almost know whether your answer is right or wrong. But as years wore on, I began to revise this counting system. Make it "minus 6 plus 3", wherefore 6 is a multiple of 3, just as it was the case of 4 is a multiple of 2. My rationale is simple. Had it been minus >6 or plus >3, there is no end in defending myself against charges of paedophilism or aunti-fetishism.
But SL LLG could only bewilder me with his even more elegant formula. Now this is also another oddity of mathmos from The Other University. For it is not just how they are forever fascinated by the most quotidian of the state of the world affairs - as in that the angle of the wake made by an object in deep water is always 2arcsin(1/3), they are also interested in formulating key equations linking IQ, vital statistics, weight and age.
Let me explain further.
SL LLG's point is that his future wife must possess a few key statistics. Capturing the essentials would require the following formula:
150 < Vital stats + age + weight < Her IQ
But considering how stringent this formula is in its implementation, I suggested that if he still insists on this, his future wife might well be a solution to the following:
Let the latitude of his wife's geographical location wrt equator = x
The solution can be found only if they satisfy the following 2 equations:
x sq - 11 x - 80 = 0 ---- (1) and
dP(x)/dt > 0 ---- (2)
Essentially, as SL LLG ages (gracefully or otherwise), his bargaining power gets lesser, which would require that his wife be found either at 16 degree North (Vietnam) or 5 degree South (Indonesia), and the probability that this will happen [P(x)] will just go higher over time
dP(x)/dt >0
But, I am not so greedy. I will die a happy man if my gf is
(1) From reputable school such as Dunman High, TJC (Bonus if from LEP)
(2) Be effectively bilingual
(3) Knows her cocktail well
(4) A chiobu
(5) And most importantly loves me as much as I love her.
To heck with the formula, you stupid Cantabs!!!
"minus 4 plus 2", declared my cousin many years ago. "Younger by 4 years or older by 2 years", he explained.
So for quite some time, I adopted this system. Almost quite chic if you think about it, as if one's fetishes with numbers haven't quite stopped at high school.. It's almost like one's life affair can be solved almost as easily as with a mathematically formula, and you can almost know whether your answer is right or wrong. But as years wore on, I began to revise this counting system. Make it "minus 6 plus 3", wherefore 6 is a multiple of 3, just as it was the case of 4 is a multiple of 2. My rationale is simple. Had it been minus >6 or plus >3, there is no end in defending myself against charges of paedophilism or aunti-fetishism.
But SL LLG could only bewilder me with his even more elegant formula. Now this is also another oddity of mathmos from The Other University. For it is not just how they are forever fascinated by the most quotidian of the state of the world affairs - as in that the angle of the wake made by an object in deep water is always 2arcsin(1/3), they are also interested in formulating key equations linking IQ, vital statistics, weight and age.
Let me explain further.
SL LLG's point is that his future wife must possess a few key statistics. Capturing the essentials would require the following formula:
150 < Vital stats + age + weight < Her IQ
But considering how stringent this formula is in its implementation, I suggested that if he still insists on this, his future wife might well be a solution to the following:
Let the latitude of his wife's geographical location wrt equator = x
The solution can be found only if they satisfy the following 2 equations:
x sq - 11 x - 80 = 0 ---- (1) and
dP(x)/dt > 0 ---- (2)
Essentially, as SL LLG ages (gracefully or otherwise), his bargaining power gets lesser, which would require that his wife be found either at 16 degree North (Vietnam) or 5 degree South (Indonesia), and the probability that this will happen [P(x)] will just go higher over time
dP(x)/dt >0
But, I am not so greedy. I will die a happy man if my gf is
(1) From reputable school such as Dunman High, TJC (Bonus if from LEP)
(2) Be effectively bilingual
(3) Knows her cocktail well
(4) A chiobu
(5) And most importantly loves me as much as I love her.
To heck with the formula, you stupid Cantabs!!!
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