i love december. i mean, what's not to love?
there's my birthday. scattered public holidays. christmas. new year's eve. it's basically the most happening month of the year.
i hope you're not expecting an entertaining post here, because it's not going to be one. i'm too tired to think about anything witty to write.
it's been an eventful birthday. a rather fattening one, too.
alvin and i had dinner at
el cerdo on friday. we were really looking forward to the awesome spare ribs only to find it was not available. something about their shipment of black spanish pig being held up in thailand.
grilled short ribs
marinated pork shoulder
after dinner, we headed over to Mist in Bangsar. the music was pretty awesome and the company was fantastic. i have no friends, so i have to rely on the Lim clan and my one incestuous cousin to celebrate with me. after several glasses of whisky and a few shots of Sex on the Beach, came the Flaming. i swear they didn't put any baileys in. it was pure Sambuca.
DISGUSTING.
i sucked. i stood. i shoved. i ran. i puked. and puked. and puked.
not the weak blek blek kind of vomit. it was projectile stuff. then i ran back to down more whisky.
he feeds me well
i foresee my downfall in the very-near future
jian, mili, cam & i
the lims & songs - aaron, cam, lisha & helmi
it looks like i'm trying to stick it up mili's nose
alcohol makes you do strange things...
aaron feeding brian essential vitamins
aaron is the devil's advocate
clockwise: mili, yvonne, brian, aaron, helmi, lisha & alvin
saturday was lunch with my godmother P at C. Club. personally, i wouldn't rush back there anytime soon. the foie gras was good. the forest mushroom soup was good. the duck confit was a winner. the sirloin looked like boarding school food. the lobster pasta just tasted like capsicum and pepper. the shellfish bisque left a bitter aftertaste. for the prices they charge, a 50% hit rate is just not good enough.
i was further spoilt with some shopping courtesy of godmother P. yay!
saturday night, was dinner at tony roma's followed by Transporter 3. my second time watching it. i love hollywood trash.
this afternoon, i had lunch with alvin, bass, jen, mili & cam at Rakuzen. another disappointing meal.
perhaps i've just been plain spoilt. here i am complaining about lobster pasta while children in Africa would be thrilled to even have a loaf of bread. just shoot me with guilt and perspective, and everything is fine again.
a big thank you to everyone who has made my birthday this year a whole lot of fun. much love!
thank you baby, for the mighty mouse. and the drinks. and the food. =)