Finally finally finally, we got our clubbing fix yesterday night.With free flow housepours & old school R&B & Hiphop too!
Pictures on Facebook & Nightlife.sg (soon). Haha.
It was nice hang out & chill out with the usual suspects,
which ended up in an impromptu decision to go clubbing.
Meet my favourite dysfunctional family. Haha.
Malcolm In The Middle takes second place.
Pictures on Facebook & Nightlife.sg (soon). Haha.
It was nice hang out & chill out with the usual suspects,
which ended up in an impromptu decision to go clubbing.
Meet my favourite dysfunctional family. Haha.Malcolm In The Middle takes second place.
By the way, I was reading the papers this afternoon & I came across this article about this man who ran a fish farm (ie Kelong) off the shores near Lim Chu Kang. He's married to this woman who is 13 years younger than him. She got married to him immediately after she finished poly. I was reading about how she was still gushing about how she met him and decided to spend the rest of her life with him, doing rough chores and rearing fishes on the seas. She's a mother of three already and she juggles that role on top of helping her husband. Such stories make one renew one's faith in romance, love and relationships, make you brush the dust off your rose-tinted glasses and wear them once more. Just the other day, I also saw this old lady who got off the bus along Bukit Timah, and stumbled into the sturdy arms of her anxious partner who had been waiting for her at the bus stop. He then held her and helped her back to their house. I was like awwwwww... I really hope i'll be as close to my beloved old boy when we are balding or greying and shrivelling up like prunes.
I've also been thinking about marriage and family life after getting some insights from my mentor at work. (No, i'm not trying to get hitched.) So I got into the curious sociologist mode and quizzed her about her life and what she shared was really fascinating. It appears that my somewhat cynical view of marriage coincides with people's real life experiences. However, I believe that, despite the potential difficulties, people will still happily tie the knot. Whereas I'm more apprehensive. Not that Im entirely anti-marriage, its just that, i wouldnt want to get into one thinking that its a stuff of fairy tales. It'd be good if both went into it as mature adults who know what they are truly in for. For example, having to share your bathroom and your kitchen with the same dude for the rest of your life is NOT the same as going out to the movies & munch popcorn every weekend. But I really dont want to kill your romantic mood- Reality IS tough, but the good thing is that you have 1 other person to work things out with! So... you can still send me invites to your wedding ok? I promise I wont wreck it.
Anyway, after our discussion, we both agreed that the main problem in general, is that men stop appreciating their women soon after marriage, they start to take things for granted. You're no longer a woman whom they are trying to woo & please. Suddenly the roles seem to be reversed, its become a given that you will be there for them & will serve them instead. Not that its a grossly horrible sin, but i guess all women will love some appreciation and romance in their relationships. Sigh. In fact, a bad example is found in my dad. I remember coaxing him to buy some flowers for my mom on valentines' day & he retorted, "So old already, do this kind of thing FOR WHAT?" He gave me such disdain, as if i asked him to buy a car for me. Oh well... In contrast, I was telling az that i really admire his parents. They are so uber loving, they go on dates- like they went to ECP for a early morning stroll (see the sunrise) after sending us to the airport. They are also going on a holiday together soon, just the 2 of them! Its soooooooo sweet.
So since I'm cooing & aahing, I need to confess that im a closet romantic okay? Despite all the I'm-one-tough-cookie facade. haha. Well, its not mutually-exclusive. So there.
I realised I'm in a verbal diarrhea mode. Anyway, at the moment I feel... deflated, like a defective holey balloon which you cant ever inflate it no matter how fast you you pump it. Theres the mystery of the missing 10dollar bill yesterday night, plus I'm aching intensely from yesterday, and the weather is as usual disgusting. And no matter how hard I tried, no one, simply no one was available on Sunday night. It's one of those, let yourself sink into the sandpit of self pity nights. So I spent 10bucks on my cab fare to novena square, to spend 10mins to get my tweeny weeny race pack and I had to go home straight after that. :( Goodnight.
I've also been thinking about marriage and family life after getting some insights from my mentor at work. (No, i'm not trying to get hitched.) So I got into the curious sociologist mode and quizzed her about her life and what she shared was really fascinating. It appears that my somewhat cynical view of marriage coincides with people's real life experiences. However, I believe that, despite the potential difficulties, people will still happily tie the knot. Whereas I'm more apprehensive. Not that Im entirely anti-marriage, its just that, i wouldnt want to get into one thinking that its a stuff of fairy tales. It'd be good if both went into it as mature adults who know what they are truly in for. For example, having to share your bathroom and your kitchen with the same dude for the rest of your life is NOT the same as going out to the movies & munch popcorn every weekend. But I really dont want to kill your romantic mood- Reality IS tough, but the good thing is that you have 1 other person to work things out with! So... you can still send me invites to your wedding ok? I promise I wont wreck it.
Anyway, after our discussion, we both agreed that the main problem in general, is that men stop appreciating their women soon after marriage, they start to take things for granted. You're no longer a woman whom they are trying to woo & please. Suddenly the roles seem to be reversed, its become a given that you will be there for them & will serve them instead. Not that its a grossly horrible sin, but i guess all women will love some appreciation and romance in their relationships. Sigh. In fact, a bad example is found in my dad. I remember coaxing him to buy some flowers for my mom on valentines' day & he retorted, "So old already, do this kind of thing FOR WHAT?" He gave me such disdain, as if i asked him to buy a car for me. Oh well... In contrast, I was telling az that i really admire his parents. They are so uber loving, they go on dates- like they went to ECP for a early morning stroll (see the sunrise) after sending us to the airport. They are also going on a holiday together soon, just the 2 of them! Its soooooooo sweet.
So since I'm cooing & aahing, I need to confess that im a closet romantic okay? Despite all the I'm-one-tough-cookie facade. haha. Well, its not mutually-exclusive. So there.
I realised I'm in a verbal diarrhea mode. Anyway, at the moment I feel... deflated, like a defective holey balloon which you cant ever inflate it no matter how fast you you pump it. Theres the mystery of the missing 10dollar bill yesterday night, plus I'm aching intensely from yesterday, and the weather is as usual disgusting. And no matter how hard I tried, no one, simply no one was available on Sunday night. It's one of those, let yourself sink into the sandpit of self pity nights. So I spent 10bucks on my cab fare to novena square, to spend 10mins to get my tweeny weeny race pack and I had to go home straight after that. :( Goodnight.
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