Filed under: Life, The Unexplainable Things that Seem to Only Occur to Me | Tags: & I won't mind if you monopolize all my time, and you hold my heart like a hand grenade, melancholy and infinite sadness
Happier than words and sadder than you can ever imagine.
Filed under: Life, Weekend | Tags: brunch on the weekends, dempsey, house, HT annoy people until they wake up, jones the grocer, stuff white people like, sunday
This drawing is pretty much how I spent my Sunday morning – that’s right there was a smile on my face and everyone was white. Watching an episode of 90210 while I’m typing this so forgive me if I start babbling incoherently.
I had a great day today – thanks for asking! Woke up at 7am, and fiddled around in bed waking up the unmentionable repeatedly with a combination of: Parkinson-styled tossing and turning, walking into and out of the room to smoke, watching snippets of E! Entertainment in the living room on loud, and constant time-reminders of how lovely the day was and that the five minutes you requested for was up. Also made a very obvious mistake by not offering sexual favors as an incentive in exchange for getting up to have a nice morning meal – how amateur I know. Five times the efficiency of dumping iced water on you and minus 10 on the annoyance scale. But hey, breakfast first, blow jobs after.
Headed to Dempsey for brunch with the intention of hitting up the expatriate hell hole that is Jones the Grocer – but the waiters looked ridiculously busy and disorganized so we skipped out and went to House instead. The Eggs Benedict was average and I’ve had better hollandaise sauce but the service was impeccable. Also, where else in Singapore would you find Churros on the menu at 11 in the morning. I forgot how lovely House is – definitely two asian primate thumbs of approval.
Took a bus to Tanglin after because it was just too hot to keep walking; forgive us for being so pedestrian. Walked around looking for expresso machines – Martha Stewart would have approved of this, and had the worst raspberry sorbet in the entire world. The radioactive maroon color should have tipped me off but I’m stupid as shit like that sometimes. It tasted as if 20 pounds of sugar and cheap fruit concentrate took a dump in my mouth. Häagen-Dazs should think about including a ‘might cause diabetes’ surgeon’s warning with every scoop of that crap they sell.
Also tried looking for the lambskin S/S’09 wallet Fi was mentioning at the Dior store but couldn’t find it. Anyway, after several unsuccessful attempts at locating the mythical coffee maker, we left and I went back home for a 4 hour long siesta. It was delicious – so was the gazpacho I had after I woke up. Thanks D, Olé!
So that was my Sunday. I’m starting to really enjoy this relaxed weekend lifestyle change of shopping for groceries, soft furnishings and dining at cute delis, even if it puts me on the fast track to 40. Next week, watch as we hit the golf course with our matching Ralph Lauren polos & cashmere sweaters drapped loosely over our shoulders. Hope you kiddies had a good one!
Filed under: Life, Music, Weekend | Tags: Coffee and cigarettes, I'm just that dumb American momentarily decorating your blank canvas, Jazz hands, what a weekend, Why do you think everybody thinks relationships are supposed to last forever anyway?
Apologies for neglecting you dear readers, Klaus has pretty much ruined blogging for me. Especially now that I know he’s got my Twitter and WordPress bookmarked into his Safari Browser.
But Twitter is down for an hour so I figured I’d show some blog-loving this time around. Not like I have much to say in 140 characters or less all the time but it’s comforting to know it’s there when I do.
Time for an update:
1. Things have pretty much returned to normal – whatever normalcy means. I won’t delve into details because that would entail pouring my tortured heart out while Big Brother watches and there has been enough cardio-vascular action going on here already. This is me with the words on the tip of my tongue, and my eye through a scope down the barrel of a gun.
2. My weekend basically consisted of lazing around the house, smoking, writing, drinking whisky and listening to jazz – I’m starting to think I should kick it up Jack Kerouac style. No human contact whatsoever, save for a cold cut lunch with D. Dr Dan reckons it’s a little pathetic that my social life has completely fallen apart when one German decides to leave the city for a while – in my defense, this solitude was a little self-imposed. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.
3. The past week, I also dug out heaps of my old records and while listening to Adam Lazzara emo-scream about how he’s a wishful thinker with the worst intentions is a tad embarrassing at my age, it mostly reminded me of why I fell in love with so many of these bands in the first place. If I had to live sixteen all over again, I wouldn’t have made it out alive, especially not without some of these guys. Ian mentioned that DCFC would be touring with Andrew Bird this summer and making a pit stop in Berkley – fuck me, how exciting!
Goodnight. I’m really looking forward to Monday.
