Hung over II

My head was exceptionally heavy this morning. It resulted from having too much Vodka, too few conversations at Forbidden City last night. Getting drunk was an escape from the cruel reality... the reality of my leaving Singapore in two days.

"I won't get drunk anymore!" echoed in my head when I resumed consciousness.

Why are we aware of our mistakes, yet still repeat them not long after the lesson is learnt?

Same difference

Two nights of drinking later, we are finally dry albeit in vertigo.

And in the clear light of day when people, places, faces are no longer hidden in the shadows of strobe lights and cloudy judgement you realize well, that things are still the same:

meaning guys still say things out right without realising that girls think alot about every word said, and get neurotic with the analyzing...

and that no matter how many friends tell you he's an arsehole, you still have to go out with him.

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Maybe it's like those movies u hear are bad but u just have to watch and find out for yourself.

Extract from a conversation between two girls:

A says: Have you heard, in france there's a saying
B says: What?

A says: guys want blondes as girlfriends but brunettes for wives
B says: oh yah, i 've heard that one before

A says: that is so double standards

B says: haha i think it's the same for girls tho'

A says: really meh
B says: - only we want both the blond and brunette in a guy

A says: hahaha

B says: we want EVERYTHING
A says: hahaha like we want FUN and DEPENDABLE
B says: YAh

Hung over ...

It started with white wine and 6 glasses of lychee martinis, which became two jugs of apple sourz followed by 2 flaming lamborghinis, a bottle of bacardi and mixers, plus some vodka in between... Wine bar was the place it started, phuture was where it ended.

And in the middle, friends made it all happen, without whom one place is as good or bad as another.

BUt. No more drinking. That's our conclusion - or mine :P

Anyway, what's a night of revelry without some guy-talk among the gals? Finally, we were left with this thought to ponder:

We need guys who know what they want. If they don't they should go experiment, so long as it's not with us.

Thoughts best served chilled.

Had good food and wine at Da Paolo's et Judie (we highly recommend this restaurant). For dinner, we ordered crabmeat linguini with pink sauce, spinach ravioli with salmon and ricotta cheese, two glasses of sauvignon blanc, and had a platter of home-made gelato and warm chocolate lava cake with orange sauce to top it all off ~ YUM.

And then there was good conversation against a backdrop of dark teak wood in a refurbished shop house all in white, after which we made amaretto sours to unwind with some jazz for the night.

So here's what we concluded after men-y [sic] discussions:

• There are no good men left on earth i.e. Singapore. If there are, they're already taken.
• If you're a girl, never tell a guy you like him - no matter what. If you're a guy... well, also never tell a guy you like him.
• Guys don't have conversations, they only need someone to listen to their egocentric speech, which accounts for the many many sms-es they send, to which you (the girl) have no way of replying without being supcilious or redundant.
• 30-something year old men should grow up. Having said that, actually, all men should grow up.
• Guys should know when to back off. It will make life easier for everyone - for the guy who wants attention, for the girl who doesn't want the attention, for the girlfriends to whom the girl complains, and for the jocks the guy chugs with. Seriously, life is too short: move on.
• Marriage is a serious issue, especially with babies in the picture. So guys, don't let girls pressure you into it. Girls, don't bother pressuring the guy. If he's not 100% in, he ain't never going to be. Like Berger said in Sex and the City: "He's just not that into you."
• Guys: It's possible that she's just not that into you too. Accept it.
• To all the lazy-ass bums out there, sit up and take charge or the girl will and you're not going to be seeing much of her after that.
• Guys , enough with the wishy-washing already a.k.a po po ma ma. Don't you know, girls just want to be saved, not negotiated?
• Girls, what's up with the whining - for goodness sake, stop giving us a bad name.

Despite all the above we feel, really, we don't hate men - in fact, we love 'em. Hell, that's probably our problem.

Irritating!

Some guys are irritating!

One boasted and then was concerned if I was irritated by what he said.

Well, I think occasional unconscious boasting is fine. I would do so too. The most irritating part is when he presumes you are irritated, yet still boasts. Give me a break!

"How did you meet?"

"Are you a Teacher too?" "How did you meet each other?" I don't know how many times I was asked these questions when hanging out with imeg. I used to laugh and explain how we met patiently.

Well, let's say it is fate. Two girls, four years apart in age, different nationalities, totally different fields, were introduced to each other at Zouk back in November 2004. The person introduced us was not important anymore. The fact is two girls started talking since then.

One once dreamed of being a Literature majorbut ended up a bloody banker. The other gave business a try but ended up indulging herself in English Literature and is now out there grooming the next generation. Two of them have nothing for each other but companionship (running out of good guys to introduce to each other, and hoping to meet some together). Frequent thought exchange over fine wine, fresh brewed coffee, gourmet and nice ambience.

"Guys", a subject we both love and hate. It's true that the world is full of contradictions. Just like once imeg asked "How do you reject a guy before he confesses his affection?"

The night it all began...

19th November 2004 was the date.

Zouk was the place then, and for many nights thereafter, including Indochine, Thumper, Attica 1 and Too, New Asia Bar, Rouge, Villa Bali, KM8 and the rest of Singapore.

Two girls met, became friends and soon started what was to become a never-ending dialogue of the sweet trials and tribulations of girlhood (yes, we are in denial and don't ever want to grow old).

The conversation begins here: