As I was downing the chow at 8:30pm near my place today and reflecting on the day’s events, a vision suddenly came through my mind… I saw myself being analyzed by a shrink in 2 seconds flat. She asked me to fill a simple yet discerning questionnaire that put me into one of the classifications of mental conditions.

As I considered the possibility of that very situation being a real one, if it does happen, I’d be so torn between feeling relieved that my mental illness is easily diagnosable and therefore treatable and how insulting it is that my entire mental psyche takes only seconds to define, catergorize and typify.

I hope I never have to face a shrink.

Ahhh… The wonders of a good weekend spent on a movie marathon (albeit just movies of average entertainment value – X-men Wolverine, Young Victoria, 13 Monkeys, Cadillac Records) and a bit of quality time with the family in a quality bitching / gossip sharing session together (members of my nuclear and extended family especially myself are known for bantering with much gusto, so passionate that we get into a heated discussion because we either agree too much on something or because we disagree so much we end up in a very loud debate and my grandmother will frown at the dining table and start to tsk at us). . plus a relatively pleasant Monday that encompassed of finally finishing Mr Sharp’s book and getting off work on time and scoring a really nice jinjo sake from Isetan’s sake promotion.. Ahhh.. I feel rested and happy. :)

Plus, the coming Saturday I’m going to Flea.Fly.Flo.Fun Massive beside the Singapore Flyer, will be sharing a stall with me bud Ivy and Poh will be back from Washington D.C. in time to man the stall with me as well… But the main highlight of the coming week is my lil sister’s graduation runway show at Fairmont Singapore!! Will be posting her collection’s video and pictures! I love a great party and a fashion runway show is just that, and more.. The runway show last year was very exciting and very awe-inspiring, by the end of it I was wishing I chose the fashion industry as my career instead.. Haha.. I’m worried it’ll have a stronger impact on me this year because the show will be of higher calibre.. Love energetic industries. :D

Aaanyway. I also discovered Twitter for the first time in my life today. Not too sure wat’s the hype about (it’s on TIME magazine’s cover! will borrow one of my bosses’ copies to peruse) altho I’ve signed up for it. Just seems like instant advertising or a good way for people who thrive of being in-the-know to get updates by the minute. Anyways. Will find out.

Looking forward also to the next Boxercise lesson on friday. That’s about the only exercise I get.. -_-”‘ I need to get my ass moving!

May be a blessing in disguise but Pa called this afternoon to ask me to postpone the reservation for abalone brunch at Jiang Nan Chun this Sunday.. Bleah.. Was kinda looking forward to it really. But then it’s gd for me, then I won’t feel bloated on Monday for the runway show. Hehehe.

… Right now, I’m craving for a foot rub. >.<

I haven’t been updating this space, because it’s been a long time since I felt inspired to write about anything. This lack of literary inspiration is driving me nuts, because I think the mundanity of life plus the general frustration I feel about certain details of my life have occupied the bulk of my consciousness.

Finally sometime last week, I decided to try and maintain a month of frivolous and superficial living so that, maybe if I start to live in a happy bubble, some kind of positivity may emerge and prompt me to start writing again. The effort didn’t last very long, because being frivolus and superficial actually involves a lot of money and freedom (and a tinge of denial), neither of which I have a lot of. Therefore reality set in and I’m back to square one.

Me sad.

I caught Confessions of the Shopaholic movie over the weekend stay in KL, and on behalf of all fans of Sophie Kinsella’s best selling book series, I hafta say I’m feeling a little bit outraged at the way they jam-packed, twisted and vomitted the plot onto the big screen and sucking the essence of the book by way of changing major parts of the original plot.

First of all, it was supposed to happen in London, not bloody NYC. And Luke Brandon was never Becky’s colleague. They MET at the bloody auction, right??? And… Alette magazine never existed in the book.

And don’t be mistaken, I like Isla Fisher, but I need to ask the stylists at the set: why does she throw on such thrashy clothes, especially if she wanted a job in fashion?! If you compare the clothes in The Devil Wears Prada (which left me feeling positively jealous of their wardrobe) versus Shopaholic, the latter looks like the tacky overnight millionaire who doesn’t have taste in looking polished and put together but just wants to display her wealth on the labels she wears.

I was hoping the plot to stay original, because it’s the rationalization and thought process that goes through Becky’s mind that’s the funny part, not the Gucci boots grabbing episode dumb blonde, clumsy, trying-too-hard-comedy. And by trying to squeeze too many things into 1 movie plot makes the pace a tad too quick for comfort, leaving me feeling like they have a checklist of plot stops so they just wanta do a touch-and-go.

It will be MUCH wiser to just stay loyal to the storyline to avoid facing disappointed fans sighing the commonly heard “the book was so much better” whine especially since this print-to-screen effort follows a hugely popular, NY Times best selling book series, like other adaptations. (Think Narnia, LOTR, Fight Club, Harry Potter, etc)

Sucking up to the book fans means higher possibility of getting good response overall since popular publications have a fan club following. If they like it, they’ll rave about it and get non-fans interested. And maybe there will be movie sequels. I mean, if the first one is a winner, why stop when you already have material available?

I just think it’s only fair that Sophie Kinsella deserves the same level of recognition for her work as J.K. Rowling, who basically struck it big with her 1st book series, while Sophie was already writing various titles under her pseudo name Madeleine Wickham before Shopaholic.

So yup, another disappointment at the big screen.

Yesterday, on the recommendation from a fellow colleague, I took a chance at Wild Rocket at Mount Emily

It’s a little hard to find, if you don’t drive walking takes a bit of navigation. Dinner was fully booked for the night and the hostess was fast to point out that we should order fast as big groups were coming after us and our orders might be delayed if they ordered first. Ok, fair enough.
The restaurant was small and cosy, and was already pretty packed when we arrived at around 7:20pm. The décor was nothing too dramatic, which reflects on the cuisine served here – comforting. Conveniently, there were options of set menus including a 6-course tasting menu, which my friend LC and I chose.

We also ordered a half bottle of Italian Gaja wine to go with the food. LC found it a bit too tannic for her liking, but after too much sweetened liquors and dessert wines, I decided it’s time for her to try something more adventurous.

The amuse bouche and appetizers consisted of local food inspired dishes like a mushroom kuih pie tee (light crispy fried batter containing delightfully flavourful diced and sautéed shitake mushroom), duck ravioli consommé  (a little too fishy / pungent for my liking, unfortunately) and a delightfully shellfish concentrate spaghetti that was flavoured with bonito flakes, paprika and other spices; a dish that lawyer turned chef William Low personally informed us would kill anyone allergic to seafood, but this was my favourite so far as I am a prawn lover, and this came with some chewy prawns as well.

After a palate cleanser of lemon & lime granite, the main features of the night came long with excellent pacing.

Main courses – seared seabass (can’t remember wat’s the sauce but it went very well with the fish) and grilled ribeye steaks (lightly seasoned with salt and pepper), both in tasting portions and devastatingly yummy. LC and I both agreed that we would go back to order them in full portions any day.

To end the meal, Chef William presented a chendol-inspired pandan panna cotta with gula melaka, which took our breaths away. Silky smooth, sweet and fragrant. We thought the portion was just right as well.

All in all, I liked all the dishes except the consommé, and it was well worth the bill in the end. Service was pretty attentive as well.
If anyone wants to try fine cuisine but not burn a hole in your pocket, this is it. :)

Everyday I wake up, and my mind is blank, and it scares me..
I think I’m so consumed with scheming on how to escape from here, I end up remaining impatient and perpetually pissed off. And I end up planning vacation after vacation, or go back home to JB to escape in movie after movie.
I was so happy to realise that the Sg Internation Film Fest is coming up next month, it’s time to plan my escapist plans. Muahahaa.

So, I just got back from my Bali trip with C. It was 6 days  and 5 nights of impeccable service and friendly people all around, plus good food (mmmmm… BBQ red snapper,  jumbo prawns, squid, etc) & the inescapable pairing of Bintang Beer… (Mmmmm…)  & a lot of people thinking I’m East Asian (again…) because of my small eyes…

Anyway. This was both our 2nd trip to Bali. My first was 3 years ago with Grand Hyatt in Nusa Dua and consisted of 9 days of scuba diving, sightseeing and spa going. This time it’s gonna be more relaxed and less eventful, and Ubud is great for that purpose.

We stayed at the Four Seasons Resort in Sayan (couldn’t get nights in the Jimbaran sister resort, although we got a tour on the last day right before the flight back to S.B.P. (Singabloodypore – to borrow the useful, poignant term). Having been upgraded to a villa from a suite, there was a private plunge pool enclosed by lush greenery and flooding sunlight especially in the late mornings.. So you can basically tan in the nude in privacy although Sayan’s in the hilly Ubud area, if you want to. Not that I did anyway. Lol.

Our “sunken” villa was designed similarly with others to disappear from the environment as British, Cambridge-educated architect John Heah would like it. You’ll see lily ponds as roof-tops, “cascading water features” that run through the few stories of the main resort area. There was an outdoor chill-out area beside the mini-bar cabinet that comes with a coffee press, instant water boiler, complimentary coffee and tea, as well as champagne, wine and juice glasses lined up in case you’d like to pop the bottle for a special occasion.

There was a F.O.C. 2-hourly shuttle between the resort and Ubud shopping area (you can walk to Monkey Forest from the drop off point and see many handicraft and art galleries and shops along the way), so we saved on the IRP50,000 per trip taxi fare for these few days, although the norm was to book a driver for a half day / full day tour for between IRP250,000 to IRP350,000 depending on the driver. Most resort staff can recommend drivers that they call regularly for hotel guests so if you got no contacts for any driver, just ask the resort staff. Even the Spa management trainee had her driver to recommend.

So, on the first day we went to Riverside Cafe for some seriously light, wood-fired pizza with freshly baked breads accompanied with pesto sauce and olive oil.. “The best pizza in Bali” (quote Executive Chef Denny Frederick) was the perfect answer to our starving bellies.. Hehe.

Right after lunch we made use of the shuttle to head to Ubud to buy some snacks and then back to the resort to rent a couple of DVDs for a movie night. (I think throughout the trip, we rented about 5 DVDs in total.. and 2 music CDs.. Jack Johnson’s Sleep through the Static album is great for morning coffees. :) )
Bintang beer was on the shopping list of course, and we ended the day with “When Harry met Sally”.. Lol..

On the second day we met our Balinese pastry chef who was on home leave to have a private tour…! Started with spicy chicken rice lunch, then dropped by the art market, where it was pretty apparent that abstract art was enjoying the same popularity as traditional Balinese paintings. Then we headed to Kuta area for some avocado & chocolate (although I’d prefer gula melaka) smoothie & a spot of shopping, finally it’s down to Jimbaran Bay for some seriously smokey BBQ seafood at very affordable prices.

And then it’s back to the resort where our villa was nicely turned down with a mosquito coil lit in the alfresco area.

The following few days were dotted with visits to the famous Dirty Duck restaurant, the Monkey Forest, affordable spa massage at The Bodyworks Centre and trying delicious Bakso (meatball vermicelli in spicy broth) sold by a street vendor… The rainy weather made cycling and trekking activities organised by the resort kinda risky to carry on, so we mostly just enjoyed our villa in air-conditioned comfort (I couldn’t stay outdoors for too long because of the numerous mosquito bites >.< ) and delicious room service. :)

Next stop, Lombok! Let’s see when I can do that. Hehe.

The world has a population of 6,750,993,152 and counting. So. People say we’re all unique. And American reality TV tells us if we try hard enough, we can all be rich and famous. Thus American Idol, Who wants to be a Millionaire, Amazing Race etc were born.

And Facebook was born, right after other networking websites like Friendster, Multiply, MySpace etc, and people bought into them all because we all want to be noticed, we all want to feel special, we all like to be popular, and we all like to put part of our lives on public space. We all want people to know how different we are from the typical masses of whichever kind that we think we’re mightier than, and we’re interested in what other people disclose about themselves. In a nutshell, we’re all struggling celebrities.

And we love it when we get closer to private spaces of public figures through the internet, gossip magazines, tabloid newspapers, because one day when we finally get famous, we want to know how to live like a famous person.

Sometimes I want to slap myself for being so narcissistic, and melt into oblivion, because the only way to know that people think you matter is to look at who turns up at your funeral. Not your wedding, because few people would crash weddings uninvited, and the more ppl you invite the bigger the budget, eh. Unless you’re part of the super-rich minority of course.