Stroll in the park

Concoction: Highland Park 30 year old single malt scotch whisky (this one was like Gardenia bread, so good u can drink it on its own)
Where: Suite 2812, Grand Coptorne Waterfront Hotel
When: Part deux of Ewen and Keith's birthday party
Reviewer's frame of mind : Infantile

The Taste Test
This exceptionally fine whisky came with a world-class reputation (quoted from the website; I had no idea...). And like any 30-year old (or any 28-year old, for that matter), it was to be treated with respect and reverence so we purposefully sipped it from a chilled silver spoon. Toyed with the idea of pouring it down our throat from the bottle for 5 seconds but a glance at the 48.1% on the red velvet box made us veto against it. Still, 5-out-of-5 stars. Best served at religious congregations.

Big Mac meal, upsized

Concoction: Double-shot Macallan Elegancia (Yes, there is a difference between this and the normal 12-year, according to the website) 12-year single malt Scotch whisky, generous sprinkle of Tabasco sauce.

Where: Dan Ryan's Chicago grill
When: Ewen and Keith's birthday dinner
Accompanying food and drinks: Champagne, cream of mushroom, NZ filet mignon/chargrilled striploin/roast chicken, brownies/strawberry sorbet/creme brulee (in that order)
Reviewer's frame of mind: Celebratory and borderline juvenile (Keith was delirious)

The Taste Test
Whisky aficionados may accuse me of sacrilege, but I must congratulate myself for this masterful stroke of pure genius. The burning sensation of the throat closed the meaty main course with a bang and the tangy aftertaste was a perfect counterpoint to the saccharine sweetness of the dessert that followed. Although some at the dinner table displayed a grimace that suggests that the drink may be an acquired taste, its definitely better than the flaming martini they serve at zouk's winebar. 3 out of 5 stars. Best served during gatherings of chest-thumping frat-boy bankers.

迷路兵

Concoction: 1 miniature bottle Bailey's Irish Cream Original (50ml), 1 glass Milo 'peng' approx. 250ml
Where: Prata shop behind Clarke Quay
When: After band practice on a hot Sunday afternoon
Accompanying food: Mutton Murtabak
Reviewer's frame of mind: Thirsty and indifferent (as opposed to being emo)

The Taste Test
Colour
Dark brown with floating Milo bits (No, it did not look as good as in the picture, the picture was taken off wikipedia).

Nose
Chocolate-y with whiff of whiskey.

Palate
Sweet, chocolate-y, creamy.

Finish
Yes, I finished it.

The creamy liqeur blended extremely well with the chocolate and malt beverage. Loved it. 5 out of 5 stars. Highly recommended for athletes in the Milo School Soccer Program.

(This is post-dated as I have previously saved it as a draft and completely forgotten about it)

Theory of Evolution (Hypothesis #3)

I've had this hypothesis i.e. useless observation since I was 17 (Yes, I am very adept at remembering the unimportant stuff in life) that there's a greater number of prettier girls living in the eastern part of Singapore due to the concentration of affluent residential estates in that area.

My premise is simple; big bungalows => rich families => rich men and their pretty wives with big boobs => offspring who have a 50% chance of taking after their mothers.

There are two ways to test this hypothesis:
1. Wait till I'm rich enough to marry a former supermodel/beauty queen/offspring of above-mentioned.
2. Girls who fit the above criteria, please leave your email in the comments section. I'll contact you for a simple survey and photograph, which will then be analysed using a statistical method which is too complex to explain now.

Coo... Coo...

Ewen aka Botak Dark Brooding Emofreak-who-thinks-sadness-is-poetic and I were stirring kopi like 2 proper tikopeks (Yup, our kopis were not the only things being stirred) at the coffeeshop at Holland Village when we decided to engage in intellectual small-talk. (Okay, I admit, we didn't decide; it was spontaneous, because we are just so wonderfully intellectual to begin with)

One of the subjects we broached was how certain types of girls go for certain types of guys (Okay okay, so our intellectual talk didn't go beyond testosterone-motivated trivia, but hey, to each his own). With our immense knowledge of personality profiling gained from www.tickle.com, we came to a consensus that Ewen was the DBE (Dark Brooding Emofreak) who happens to be a SR (Sad Romantic), and thus will attract the AARC (Avant-garde Artistic Rock Chick) whose idea of foreplay is marching naked down Shenton Way protesting the slaying of the giant squid, while I simply cannot be categorised because I have the personality of a bluebottle maggot.

It was at that moment it dawned on me that being special/unique/different/an insect larva is over-rated. I want to be pigeon-holed. So that certain types of girls will fling themselves at certain types of me, me and me.

The nature of man

It been another long hiatus from blogging due to my life being turned upside down by tumultuous events. The seas are calmer now and I can resurface from the sheltered depths to once again mutter something which wouldn't have mattered to anybody anyway. So fun!

Having emerged from the storm with more than a few scars, my favourite phrase nowadays is 悠栽闲栽种盆栽. I will post photos which are testimonies to my philosophy when I become materialistic enough (Yes, my ramblings are sometimes inspired by other blogs) to get the latest shiny camera.

A life less ordinary

It has been some time since I last blogged. That's because this period of time has been occupied by a special someone... Such a protracted lay off has dulled my arresting wit and made me rather prosaic so I shall just let some self-indulgent pictures do the talking about what I have been up to when I was AWOL...


No caption yet.(Caption naming contest: Open to all those who read my blog i.e. tecksein, ah lee, spencer, letissier, teksi and TS)


Wong Kar Wai's Happy Together... Don't you find a stark semblance in this picture to the descriptions in Towgou's dissertation: "How light reflects off the cheekbones of characters in Wong Kar Wai's films"?


My Sassy Girl?