whine & dine

This is the bunny. Just wanted to tell everybody that my clever (but lazy) girlfriend, w., has passed her final round of exams and now has a B.A. in English Language.

According to Ashwin, this means that she now has real authority to correct everybody else’s English, much to our annoyance. Oh well.

Needless to say, I am the happiest and most relieved one about this, because I now will be spared the awful task of having to wake her up for early morning lectures – most of which she never makes it to anyway. Which makes me late for work, but for no good reason. I really wonder how she managed to pass everything.

It also saves me from being nagged daily by one of my well-meaning but repetitive colleagues, who seemed to have taken it upon herself to (s)mother w. into studying. She failed to realise that constantly urging ME to get w. to study wasn’t really going to work. But she wants some credit for w.’s passes anyway. *hands credit out.

Some credit must also go to vicki ho dot com slash blog who called w. and made a purportedly awful noise in her ear to wake her up on one occasion when I was away. I hope I never have to hear that noise. *hands more credit out.

Anyway, to celebrate, we went to Inagiku for dinner last night and ate till we were very ill (as usual). I don’t know how w. managed to have supper after that, but she did. I, on the other hand, was groaning in bed, and holding my belly in pain. I think I may have eaten just a little bit too much ginger. Oops. If any of you are interested, w. took some photos and they can be seen in this photoset. The head Teppanyaki chef was very nice and specially plated our dishes when he saw w.’s monster camera. I am scared of that monster, especially when she insists on taking pictures of me. It’s also very embarrassing when she takes it out in restaurants.

Okay. Time for dinner. This was quite fun. I would guest post again, but I have to return to work soon and I will probably be very busy and grumpy. I like staying at home. :( Anyway, thank you for having me. Bring my doggie bye bye!

PS: The pillows at Raffles The Plaza are uncomfytable.

So tired. After my very interrupted sleep that DID NOT get to last to 2pm, as it usually does, I was unmercifully dragged out of bed and down to ICA to make my new IC. I’ve been putting this off for a while but finally caved to bunny’s incessant nagging.

Anyway, it wasn’t all bad: I have since discovered that my “official” occupation is… *ZHANG ZHANG ZHANG*… Economically Inactive. I like that term. It sounds nicer than unemployed, but I’m a bit sad since if I had come next week (assuming I passed everything), I could have put my qualifications as B.A. instead of er GCE A Levels. Nevermind lah. In a while. ZHANG ZHANG ZHANG.

I must say, I think my occupation is a bit inaccurate. As far as I know, I’m depleting a source of money somewhere. So I’m not really inactive, am I? It’s more like a negative action, rather than a positive one. OKAY TIME TO SLEEP.

Excerpt from a conversation between the bunny and her (gay) friend who is coming over for dinner with his boyfriend this week, via SMS:

Bunny: Any food allergies or things you or D don’t like to eat?

P: We eat everything except gals (haha).

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. So disgusting.

Lasagne for dinner tonight, made from the leftover tomatoey and sausage-meat sauce I whipped up for a quick dinner last night with the waitrose trofie. Yummm. Also on the menu: chicken maryland! Since I’ve got bacon I need to finish up and anyway everyone loves chicken maryland. :)

Little things in life make me happy.

Wandered through Club Street today – lunch plus a visit to the dentist (yes, I’m one of the few who aren’t actually afraid of my dentist: could have something to do with how I don’t evade my twice-yearly visits) – and was quite shocked by how much the place has changed in these last 4+ months.

Union Bar, a place I frequented quite a lot in the 11 months that I lived in Club Street (street level bar of the now also defunct My Dining Room) is gone. Emptied and gutted just like my favourite mama shop (though that one went just before I left for my month long holiday in the US). The old damenlou hotel which used to sit quiet, forgotten and unnoticed, aside from the pile of letters scattered through the mail slot just inside the main entrace, has been replaced by a very snazzy looking new enterprise, Screening Room. I do want to check that place out soon.

A couple of the other landmarks remain – Front Row still sits proudly at the corner where Club Street joins into Ann Siang Road, Asylum – across the road and down a couple of doors. More recently discovered wacha‘s still there too (thank god), and the two or three casual french restaurants – as chock full of attitude as they are with delicious, oily, buttery, fatty food. A couple of new interior design/kitchen design places seem to have popped up – both along Club Street and parallel Amoy Street, where the bunny and I had lunch – much to our delight, and Bulb is still proudly staking its claim on Gemill Lane.

It’s strange, how fast things around you change. Those few shops you take for granted disappear in the blink of an eye, that rotting hotel which no one cared for, and one of the places where I was guaranteed freshly fried crisp, fluffy, awesome fries (and KEBABS oh god I just remembered the kebabs). Memories there too, which now seem to have faded – people I sat there with, people I slouched with a couple of doors down at Indochine, dinners at Jerry’s – gorging on the potato skins and buffalo wings.

It’s unnerving, really. 12 months ago, if you’d have told me that 12 months from then I’d be sitting in this huge (by comparison) flat, a stone’s throw from my favourite hangout spot, owning a red hot coffee machine and Kitchenaid, sniffing my nose at Gaggenau appliances (now that I know, first hand, that they really don’t work), and planning for a huge ass renovation to shape the home I’m going to live in for the rest of my life with this woman, I’d have laughed. The rest of my life? That’s a mighty long time.

Yet here I am, all of that behind me, eagerly grabbing hold of your hand and racing with you into my future – into our future. The world can change into a completely unrecognizable beast and I wouldn’t give two hoots; so long as you’re right here with me.