Saturday night fever

Desserts at Spizza.
My 'Classic Venetian Tiramisu' (in the foreground).
Hmmmm...
Creammmmy.

Mark's 'Honeydew Sherbert'.

The Elvin's 'Profiterols'.

My journey to Harbourfront was fraught with so many dangers. I think I was really fortunate for being able to make it to dinner in 1 piece. Thanks guys, for not complaining about my 30min lateness. Well, I had missed my bus after my dad refused to give me a lift in the horrid weather. Next, I got caught in the rain, passed by a car in the drain on the ride. Then my bus almost got rammed into by this garbage truck, which managed to brake in time, missing us by a few inches. Dinner made up for all that since it was pleasant enough, i had good food & food company.

After which, I went over to St James to find Huaz & friends. Gosh, the NUS bash appeared really popular. I met Karene and Kenneth there too. Haha, whatever happened to the SMU 'Back to School' Bash? Anyway, I realised why I dont like school bashes, they talk too much & the crowd is disappointing. Powerhouse played remixed RnB/HipHop/Pop hits, rather than electro-house. The acrobatic display/performance was probably to add some exotic or novel factor to Powerhouse on a competitive Saturday night club scene. The dancers are a good idea though. They should install poles on that high level stage too. It would be cool to perform there, away from the maddening crowd.

The other place which we visited was the TigerLive's Boiler Room, which had good live music. I love the 2 female singers. I love their sparkly/glittery turquoise eyeshadow too. Muahaha. Oh, by the way, it seemed like they recycled the playlist from last saturday. Doi. Nevertheless, at 10+pm, we the first 3 people on the dancefloor. & the (cock) DJ had to announce that, making us quite paiseh. Haha.

We stopped by Station Kitchen for a break at 12+ to 1pm for Huiting's late-night dinner. She had a mutton murtabak. She had no complains (except for the price), so its should be alright. I had the iced 'cooling red dates longan drink', which is just like Chingteng, so its double thumbs up from me. One cant have a better drink to chill out to (no pun intended again, haha).

We need to come back to the Peppermint Park soon because it looks really comfortable. I love the wooden swings. Its a good place for a late-night birthday gathering.

Oh, I've visited Dragonfly too. Finally. There was nothing much to be hyped about, because there wasnt any performances by the SIRs. Haha. The crowd is mostly older uncles & aunties, older (& prolly richer) Ah bengs & Ah lians.

We left at around 2+pm, but we got detained at the exit. I suppose that there were some security issues because we saw MANY police vans. There might be some tip-offs or something along those lines. The drama didnt stop there. Our taxi driver was the cutest one i've met in my entire life. Cute as in he was like a walking "Dating for Dummies 101"! He was giving Mervin tips on how to jio girls. Hahaha.

Our TV sets are drenched in pseudo reality,
When the truth is Endemol can't save you from mundane existence.
Twelve unknowns light up 7 million homes,
Yet the news at ten is barely watched,
As it's the same old war again.
Lets talk about romance,
Romance is dead.
An ideology exploited for commercial gain.
They want you to fall in love
With the idea of being in love,
Because nothing says I love you better than flowers and chocolates and cards.

But its all right now,
I can see clearer now,
Its all right now,
Now your head is up out of the clouds.

You can call me a cynic,
But at least I'm realistic.
I went to Ikea today,
It didn't change my life.
Yet everyone in my street is going Scandinavian,
it's like the upper east side in semi-detached suburban Britain.
You have to ask yourself why?
Its like whitewash is brainwash,
They're diluting out style.
- Get cape, wear cape, fly.