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Family Photoshoot
Nandita got me to shoot some photos of her family before they moved to their new place. Her children are gorgeous. At her request, I’m only putting pictures up of the kids. These are some my favourites.
You can view the rest here.
The Cobrasnake
Went to Zouk over the weekend, for ReadySetGlo 1st Anniversary with Steve Aoki / Pics by Cobrasnake. And got photographed by The Cobrasnake!
This is Michelle (love her!) and I at Wine Bar, waiting to go in. The Cobrasnake walked by and Michelle went, “Hey, that’s The Cobrasnake!” and I went, “What? Who? Where?” And before I knew it, he snapped our picture renegade-style and walked off. Ha. Awesome. Rest of the pics from the night here.
On Repeat Mode in iTunes
India Arie’s rendition of Don Henley’s ‘Heart of the Matter’, one of my all-time favourites song. It’s featured in the Sex And The City movie’s trailers. I can’t wait to watch the show — the music, the sound effects, the production quality of the show is so different from the tv series and looks absolutely gorgeous.
(Thanks Pei Fen for the heads up!)
Nasi Padang
I always enjoy a good meal of nasi padang. Beef rendang, vegetable curry, sambal sotong, chicken curry, served with fragrant rice makes a mouth water. My favourite place to go to for a good fix is the stall along Zion Road, at River Valley.
Since I don’t work in the area, I have to find alternatives for a good nasi padang (and it’s variants) fix near where I am. One thing my colleagues and I discovered recently is ayam penyet, which is smashed fried chicken. The nasi padang stall at the Food Junction at Bugis Junction serves a mean ayam penyet. The chicken is juicy and is topped with fried shredded ginger. Serve that with their special sambal (chilli sauce), one will definitely have their nasi padang cravings satisfied.
THAT IS IF ONE DOESN’T LOOK AT THE PRICES AND ENTIRELY DISCOUNTS THEIR SERVICE.
I was there for lunch last week and decided to have nasi padang instead of the ayam penyet set. For a dish of plain rice, curry vegetable, a fried egg and a fried chicken thigh, my bill came up to an astronomical $6.20. The chicken thigh costs a whopping $3.50, which is about the price of a bowl of noodles or a plate of chicken rice.
Never mind that, I asked for the sambal given with the ayam penyet, and the guy went, “No.”
Needless to say, I am boycotting that place because it’s cutthroat and definitely not one of the best places around for nasi padang. I’d rather spend my money at the stall at River Valley Road anytime, and anyone knows I’d spend on good food.
Carlsberg Man of the Match Challenge
The New Paper did a write-up of our latest show in yesterday’s edition — Carlsberg Man of the Match Challenge.
So tune-in to cable channel 22, Super Sports, starting this Thursday at 9pm to catch it! It’ll be quite a hoot for the next four weeks!
Happy Mother’s Day
Happy Mother’s Day to ALL!! I hope you guys had a blast. I had a ‘Pamper Me Day’ yesterday, which was utter bliss.
First stop, I went for a facial — first time on my own accord. The Clarins Institut is such a gorgeous place and the treatment I went for did wonders to my skin. I also found out that I’ve been using the wrong type of facial products all this while (I apparently have thin and super sensitive skin), which is why my face gets patchy after a warm bath. The 6th floor of Wheelock Place, so I discovered, is a veritable heaven of all things aesthetics — weight management centre, hair treatment salon, non-invasive aesthetics clinics, waxing services, spas, make-up parlours, etc. A woman could spend an entire day there fixing various parts of her body.
A little bit of drama happened after the facial. I was re-dressing and putting on my rings when somehow (I think I was too relaxed) my fingers fumbled and I DROPPED MY DIAMOND RING DOWN THE SINK!
I nearly died from horror! Thankfully, the sink could be unscrewed from the bottom and the ring was easily retrieved, kudos to the lovely beautician. I’m even more thankful that the sink has not been used to wash grotty stuff, except for rinsing hands, so the ring did not come back smelling like a dead rat.
After that, I headed down to [comfort space] Helio Asia for a massage. Apparently, my body was a knotted mess because I was in A LOT OF PAIN AT THE SLIGHTEST KNEAD, particularly around my neck and shoulders. The masseuse spent a lot of effort working out those kinks, and the pain was well worth it because I felt so much better after that. I literally danced out of the place!
To top off my indulgent day, I went for a haircut because my hair was all grown out and severely unkempt. As usual, I had the loveliest time at the salon. I was a little disappointed that my stylist chose to give me a textured crop again, but I realised that it’s pretty rare for him to get a client who tells him that he can do whatever he wants, and therefore, he tries to go for a funky cut rather than a safe bob (which is what he initially wanted to do).
The rest of the weekend was spent celebrating Mother’s Day with all the various mothers in my life. I’m now going to spend the last bit of my weekend with the reason why I celebrate Mother’s Day.
Heritage Classic
So this answers the question to most people: my dad’s bike is the Heritage Classic. I have no idea what that means, but it’s rather pretty, I’ll admit. I realise that it’s pretty hard to take pictures of the bike because it’s reflective, so I tried to do a series of close-ups of the bike with my reflection in it. I didn’t get very far with it because my dad was rushing off to Harley to get more stuff for the bike!
This is my favourite picture of the lot — there are many MEs in it!
Harley
I seriously think my dad is suffering from a second (maybe, third) round of mid-life crisis. First, it was the gorgeous red MX5 a few weeks back. Then, came along the Harley, at 5pm today. He’s out galavanting the expressways tonight, just like a little boy, while I’m parking my ass in front of the tv.
Under False Pretenses
It annoys me when there is something wrong, one doesn’t want to talk or do anything about it, instead, one simply pretends that everything is ok, but one does such a shoddy job at pretending and therefore it is only more obvious that something is wrong, but one doesn’t want to talk or do anything about it.
It not only annoys. It hurts.
