The past week has been very colorful indeed.

Wed saw me entering Velvet for the first time in "celebration" (how odd, that phrase) of a colleague's impending farewell from our company.

I liked that place. Velvet.

One thing about it is that it looks cosy without being overtly classy. There's this area which they call the lounge that I like especially. It's cordoned off from the main dancing floor and people just lounge in there, literally. Of course, when there's a lack of seats, most people end up standing around. But still, it's aight.

And in that place, you really get to see some of the most-dressed up people around. Some of the hunkiest dudes/models. Some of the prettiest babes/models/celebs. It's good eye candy. When you get bored with the conversation, just glance up and around and you'll hit jackpot. It's that easy.

I saw Sara Ann K and Fiona Xie that very night I was there.

And in that place, I met a stranger.

The very same stranger that I was talking about in my last post.

He's worth commemorating in my blog because he is the first official stranger that I ended up carrying off a really long conversation with whilst in a club (and no, he didn't try to strike up a conversation by attempting to pick me up), and..

He's the first official stranger who (by his powers of persuasion) managed to convince me and my colleague into having supper at his place after drinks. At 3.30am in the morning of a workday.

This is going to go down as one of the few crazy things that I did in my entire life (I don't have many of these, being the cautious bitch that I am).

And let's be honest here.

It was great fun. Even though me and my colleague were both dead tired from the entire episode.

And you know what, I'm going to start doing more crazy and unexpected and spontaneous things in my life. Starting from now.

In his words, let's live life. Life is beautiful.

Whatever are you waiting for?


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Fri saw me celebrate another colleague's birthday at this really ulu place called Villa Bali.

And gawd, I love that place.

It's really like miniature Bali in Singapore, if that's ever possible.

You know that kind of feeling? Where you just feel like wearing one of those loose Mambo shirts and loose berms and sandals and just totally relaaaaaax in your surroundings with a good glass of wine?

This is the place which gives you that kind of feeling.

And how I love those little pavilions that they have!! =)

And you know what is the best part?

Me and 2 other colleagues spent the night there, and the staff didn't even once care.

We slept in that pavilion (though it was somewhat uncomfortable) until 7am in the morning, and everything looked oh so beautiful in the early morning light.

It was truly amazing.

If we had breakfast served to us (Mac hotcakes) right there and then, it would have been awesome.

Complete perfection.

On hindsight, the only bad thing out of spending the night there was that I was almost frozen to death, with only a thin shawl and a pillow to protect me from the cold and the fan (yes, we left the fan on, even tho we weren't allowed to).

I love it whenever we do spontaneous things like that.

Love it love it love it.


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Sat saw me meeting up with my JC friends since like the longest time that we have met up.

It was great, some of those pals were pals that I have not seen for months.

And I just love how we make each other laugh.

And how we all love to eat. And drink. And eat.

I don't know what else to say about that night, except this.

The wine was great, the company was great and I know that this is one bunch of friends that I'm going to keep until I'm old and grey.

I love you guys. =)

Should you fight for something that you want very very badly?

Even though you know that in fighting for that something that you want, you might be viewed as unethical/unscrupulous/just being a plain bitch?

A stranger that I met last night told me to go for it. Follow my heart. Whatever that may be.

Live for today. Plan for tomorrow.

Die without any regrets, were his exact words.

I'm so tempted to heed his advice. Even though deep inside me, I know that such a lifestyle is self-centred, and not Christ-centred.

I want to do what's right. Not what I want most.

Should I or should I not? Am I being too harsh on myself all this while?

Do I really need to lighten up and live life as he said?

Someone please tell me.

I need to know.

I caught Nip/Tuck the other night and one of the lines that this psycho/manic depressive has-been plastic surgeon said to Christian (the drop-dead gorgeous, rich hunk of a supremely successful plastic surgeon) stuck to my mind.

"Jealousy is seeing someone with something that you want, and you working harder to get it. Envy is knowing that someone has something that you want, and that you'll never be able to obtain it. No matter how hard you try."

Something like that.

I didn't say it quite so well as the character in the show did.

But boy, was it good.

How apt, duncha think?

Going by that definition, I guess I have tasted envy before.

It's like a slow but deadly poison, working its way deftly within you, and before you actually realise it, you're trapped by its cruel, horrid grasp, ensnaring you, and you can find no way out.

And the irony of it all is, it's torturing you from within.

You're torturing yourself from within.

Your mind convinces you that you're in such a pathetic state, that the universe conspires against you to prevent you from reaching for your stars, that your family owes you a gawddamn living, that God Himself majorly let you down when He failed to demonstrate one of His crazy miracles to deliver you from all that's pulling you apart.

Hell no.

Snap out of it already.

Yes, you.

Why-ever did I go and start a new blog?

Oh yah. Reason being I couldn't get back into my old one.

Maybe I shoulda have emailed Blogger Support for help. It somehow doesn't feel right here.

Do you think they may be able to give me back my user access to my old blog? Huh, huh, huh?!

By the way, Charlie and the Choc Factory was far too wacky. I laughed quite a bit but I would have preferred more heartwarming bits, if you know what I mean.

There were even certain bits that were rather lame. Like how Johnny Depp keeps slamming headfirst into his Glass Elevator.

Which totally makes sense anyways, how can you see and not walk into one? Whatever was Willy Wonka thinking when he decided to make it totally glass?

Maybe it was Tim Burton's take on satirism, I really do not know.

But the entire show just did not do it for me the way I'd imagined it, before I watched it. Which is a pity, really.

But I'm not going to give up just yet.

Which is WHY I'm going to watch it just one more time.

Just once.

I'm taking leave on Wednesday, Aug 3, to watch Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.

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Call me nutty but I really do not care. I just want to sit through the entire show without a single drop of drowsiness and enjoy myself as much as I can.

I can't imagine how lucky I am to be able to do exactly that in 2 days.

I'm not the Cindy that I know. Sometimes, that's really how I begin to feel.

I'm not sure who or what I'm changing into, but I welcome it.

Maybe people will like me better with the new me.