Monday, September 7, 2009

Lie to me :: Of crepes and champagne :: Girly weekend @ Pump Room ::

It has been an eventful weekend, essentially a girly weekend but peppered with lotsa amusing anecdotes and spontaneity! One thing I realised since linking my FB to my blog, More people read from my Notes on FB and more respond via FB as well. For instance, I did not expect the responses for my last post, with support and affirmation from friends. Was and still am at a loss for words and I can only come up with a humble "thank you". :)

My Fri started on a positive note, with back to back NM2201 tutorials from 4-6pm. Am glad I managed to carry out the activity with my classes and kept within the time limit, as well as provided them with instructions on their project. E was right, my classes do seem responsive and animated and did not need too much warming up. Love them! I overran but the tutor/lecturer after me was so nice about it, I think that being around the nasty ones make me appreciate the nice ones more! :)

The rest of my weekend was as follows:

Fri evening :: C's birthday! :: Battling peak hour traffic :: Sea salt caramel cake at Cedele, Raffles City :: Raffles Hotel mooncakes, wasn't impressed by their new offerings :: Arrived at French crepe place, which name and exact location shall remain undisclosed :: One hour wait :: A arrives! :: Talk with A :: Relationship revelations, one of my most mild mannered friends had a profound dislike for most recent ex's disposition. :: C n S arrives, finally! :: Food food food! :: Four seasons crepe ala us! :: French apple cider, French apple cider with blackcurrant liquor :: Gal talk over dinner :: Debate over Blackberry and iPhone, no question about winner, ha :: Snaps in time :: Desserts, love salted caramel butter! :: Pressies, very lovely pressies :: Cake and fun! :: Walk over to collect A's car from the scary carpark :: Drove over to get C's bday tipple :: Moet for the gals :: Beyond the sea, Rainbow connection, Goodbye :: Laughs over bubbly, love all around :: Time passes faster with great company and Moet :: Can't believe it's past 2! :: Reached home at 3, reverted to emails, turned in at 6 ::

Sat evening :: Dinner before heading to Pump Room :: Brief conversation with B who's home on a Sat, nice catching up with him! :: Found Pump Room, nearly walked into cute-ish guy while trying to get A, turns out cute-ish guy was one of the "bouncers" :: Joined A and the hen night entourage! :: Familiar faces, new faces :: Catching up and tidbits :: Interesting pressies for the bride... and groom :: The reason why there wasn't a male stripper for A :: Hilarious company :: Red devil's horns with a black veil ::

Live music -ZuQ & Jive talkin' :: Dancing Queen A :: "One of the easiest dedications for a bride to be!" :: First to get dragged by A, successfully, to the dance floor :: Fantastic music :: Mr Attention grabber with shades on the podium for Don't stop till you get enough, unimpressed though he did get a lot of attention from the floor. :: Great finish of first set :: Nice music mix during the break, more dancing :: Hydrate, chat, S came! ::

Set 2 from Jive talkin' :: More dancing! :: Guy who kept bumping into all of us, left, right and behind him. :: Kinda cute guy in black w glasses who kept moving nearer to us, A claimed he kept looking at us, ha. :: More singing back/together with Jive talkin :: Lotsa familiar songs! :: I'm yours, Beautiful girl/Stand by me ::

Break after second set :: Sudden grab of my hand by Mr Podium in shades, matched him move for move, made my break when he tried to get too close, he dropped his shades, not that cool after all. :: Persistent second try by Mr Podium who thinks he's God's gift to women :: Broke away and literally palmed a trio of his female groupies to him. :: Approving nods from peeps around my friends and me who were all watching Mr Podium n me, seriously?! :: Just dance ::

Picked up by a trio of guys :: Cheesy pick up lines, friends think they were lying about their age, way too young to be 29, ha. :: I know a Canadian accent when I hear one :: Got extricated by friends from the dance floor :: A n T said that there was a fellow female dancer who was stalking me?? who looked a lil like Maria Sharapova??, seriously?! :: Felt a guy from the trio was kinda ok, but T said I could do better, ha. ::

Back at the table with A and the rest! :: A n I had to hold hands to the ladies, got waylaid before n after by trio. :: Strictly girls affair ::

Set 3 begins :: It's raining men, I gotta feeling, Viva La Vida, It's my life, Living on a prayer :: Could not resist the allure of the dance floor :: One last dance with the gals :: Ended up beside the trio, seriously?! :: Kept avoiding Mr Alright from trio :: I wana dance with somebody, We will rock you, Forever young :: Beat it, ironic Mr Canadian tried to dance with me for this song, told him to beat it, politely of course. ha. :: Jive talkin really drew the mood out from the crowd ::

Hungry gals :: Spize :: Navigation at 3am :: Kay Poh Road, kid you not! :: Teh Halia :: More bride stories :: Raving about Jive Talkin with A on our way back :: Till the 19th babes! ::

Sun :: Reached home at 5am, had breakfast made by Dad, eggs and toast on a rainy morning :: Woke up to MacDonald's lunch by Dad too! :: Emails, checking forums, planning for tutorials next week :: Hanging up my dancing shoes :: Back to work mode, glad for the girly weekend! ::

It has been an eventful weekend, think I will go back to Pump Room at some point in time, for the music! It's different from club culture because of the live music, and there's no cover charge. Am impressed by the live band Jive Talkin', they have great rapport with the audience and they are also quite good! Nice mix of classics and current pop music. Overall generally nice atmosphere as well, persistent guys aside.

Frankly, there is a tiny element of an ego boost but am really just there for the music and to have a good time with my gals. Like what J says, I should give the guys kudos for trying in the first place. :) Turning down guys is also an art too, ask ten gals and you may have ten different ways of doing it. :) Too bad I din get to see the guy in black w glasses again during the third set, though he and his wing man did pass by our table a couple of times according to A during the break. Oh well, maybe too many gals, haha.

I've not danced in ages, seldom club, maybe once or twice max a year. Had great fun with the gals nonetheless, I think that it's really the company that counts when it comes to having a good time. Happy hen night to A! :)

YY has been recommending me this series, Lie to me; it so happened that this week, B and a couple of other friends also recommended it, finally got around to checking it, and I love it!! The main protagonist played by Tim Roth, reminds me of Gregory House in the medical series House. In Lie to me, Tim Roth plays a specialist in reading body language. The series revolves around situations in which he uses his skills to tell if people are lying to solve cases. Interesting stuff. I watched a documentary on micro expressions earlier this year and I think that this series touches a lot on that too. It's interesting to see footage from the Whitegate incident, the O.J Simpson case, etc. used as examples of certain emotions. Good stuff!

I managed to find footage of Jive Talkin' on Youtube, and included one of my fav songs of last night: Viva La Vida. This song really got the crowd going wild, me included. ;)

Viva La Vida - Coldplay

I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word

Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own

I used to roll the dice

Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes

Listen as the crowd would sing
"Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!"

One minute I held the key

Next the walls were closed on me

And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand

I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing

Roman Cavalry choirs are singing

Be my mirror, my sword and shield

My missionaries in a foreign field

For some reason I can't explain

Once you go there was never

Never an honest word
And that was when I ruled the world

It was the wicked and wild wind

Blew down the doors to let me in

Shattered windows and the sound of drums

People couldn't believe what I'd become

Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who would ever want to be king?

I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield

My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain

I know Saint Peter won't call my name

Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world

I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing

Be my mirror, my sword and shield

My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain

I know Saint Peter won't call my name

Never an honest word

But that was when I ruled the worl


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