absolutum dominium

2.32am is a little late to start blogging, but i know that if i don't pen this down now the next available time i can will be sunday earliest, and by tt time i'd probably have forgotten half of what i want to say.

anyway this evening was pretty eventful. my parents invited their church friends over to our place for dinner and a meeting, reason being because according to my dad, if they held the meeting over at someone else's place they would end earliest 11pm and be home late, whereas if they had it here they would be done by 9pm latest.

9pm my ass. by the time everyone got to our place it was 7.30pm. and we hadn't even gone for our dinner yet. but now you see why i had to sweep and vacuum today. and then my dad gave our guests an impromptu tour of the house (which he'd prob planned for ages but made it seem unplanned) and my so-called messy room, which according to our houseguests is miles neater than the rooms in their own houses. more evidence tt my dad is a freaking neat freak.

the saving grace was tt one of our houseguests, this woman named elizabeth, around her mid-thirties i would guess, was from the nus canoe polo team when she'd been studying in nus. as well as a 4-yr eusoff hostelite. so we had a lot to talk about. spent all dinner talking to her abt canoeing and dragonboating, the dynamics of a team and team suffering, the disgusting qualities of kallang river and the various floating dead animals tt can be found on it, muscular injuries and imbalances, etc. and because she was also a hostelite she could understand why i sleep at 5am and wake up at 3pm (which my mom never gave me any peace for), she could joke with me about how hostelites stash their alcohol and cigarettes away from the authorities (and visiting parents), and all the other various antics tt make hostel-living fun.

but conversation died when i got home coz my mom made me cut fruits, prepare drinks and cutlery etc etc etc, saying tt i needed to 'show people tt i actually did some work'. i don't mind doing any of those things, but i find it fucking unnecessary for her to make it seem like a wayang thing. i told her tersely tt my image didn't matter to me at all. i think the real reason was coz she was pissed coz i was going out late again tonight.

i don't see what her fucking problem is sometimes. i'm twenty-fucking-one. it's the fucking holidays. she has a problem with me going for trainings. she has a problem with me going out late. she has a problem with the way i live my own fucking life and i think it stems from the fact tt i'm not around enough to do housework, which is the most fucking ridiculously childish reason ever, esp since she's the one who didn't want the fucking maid, wanted to keep our ridiculously big house with our ridiculously big garden and god knows what, and wants me and my dad to help her upkeep this damn place.

it pisses me off. there's life to be living and i'm doing things tt i consider completely and utterly inconsequential. what the fuck.

ok. rant over. anyway after cutting the many fruits and preparing the many needless and over-the-top things tt my mom wanted to prepare, i went upstairs to change. had to take a cab down to meet leewanyi coz i would have been late otherwise.

tonight she was doing reviews on 2 clubs - the ex-centro club and one fullerton and the ex-embassy club at the esplanade, and she needed support/company/protection. and since sam had pangsehed us it was only me left. we went to onyx first. tt's the name of the new ex-centro club, which btw looks almost exactly like centro. she interviewed the manager first, then the patrons.

the manager asked us what we wanted to drink. i said "lime juice" to 'keep it simple.' her reply was tt lime juice was 'not simple'. so me and miss lee ended up with orange juices. but on the house, thankfully. the patrons were few in number (i didn't even know tt there had been a new club replacing centro), but from what i could see it seemed to consist largely of old men (aka old rich men) with female companions who were obviously not their wives. heh. except maybe for sundaes, which is best for guys who like bending over.

reminds me of the last time i ever came here. tt was eons ago. law bash, in my 1st year 1st sem. tt was when i mixed a couple of drinks, bottoms-uped a stella artois, and spent the later part of my evening puking over the railing outside then-centro.

oh. and we saw christian from eye for a guy 2, tt bartender who looks as cute in real life as he does on tv. but he kept hanging around us, whether coincedental or staged i shall not speculate. but wanyi die die refused to interview him. wahahaha.

after tt we walked over to dxo, which is the name of the new ex-embassy club. the place had been bought over by ntuc, undergone a facelift, and had reopened (although i don't know when) as 'bigger and better'. we had to cross the bridge over the esplanade bay. i love love love this place. such fond memories. have seen it from all angles in all possible lights; morning, day and night; from the merlion, from one fullerton, from the esplanade itself, and most exclusively, from the water.

dxo looks like embassy on the ground floor, but it has a very snazzy exterior. and when you go upstairs, boy. it's cool. they have beer towers instead of the usual jugs. they have so many different sections, including a wine and cigar section for the ultra-rich. they even have an alfresco section on the 2nd floor, which i was so impressed with. it was so cozy and comfortable, the view of the city skyline was gorgeous and the air was so fresh, and there was actually a live band doing progressive jazz. you have to see it to believe it.

the manager was really really nice. leewanyi tt bitch ordered a long island tea and he actually happily obliged! me? stuck to a second orange juice, even tho he asked if i wanted something more (kanina i cannot drink alcohol). and he provided us with a plate of free mixed nuts (which included cashews and almonds) which was refilled automatically when finished. there were more patrons here, altho i believe tt there may be more if the opening of dxo had been more publicised, and they were slightly younger, or at least more varied. well. wanyi did interview the guitarist of electrico.

me? i just sat there happily munching on my nuts. fortunately i am easily satisfied. but altho dxo is not a place for dancing, i think tt it's a good place to chill out, at least on the alfresco section. and ntuc union members get a 20% discount. oh. and they have carpetted flooring (not glass) to avoid the reflective qualities associated with glass and its effect on women's skirts, and on special occasions they have a trapeze dancer who performs over the dance floor. whoa.

reminds me of the last time i came to embassy. was also a damn long time ago. after my contract paper in 1st year 1st sem. i remember coming with the law crowd and getting fucking drunk (not puke-drunk, but equally embarassing). ended up exchanging secrets with a guy tt was even more drunk than me and later claimed not to have remembered anything, altho i never believed him. but tt was then and now is now.

now things have changed, the old has closed and the new reopened. from drunk to sobre, unstable to stable. funny how i may forgive, but i never forget.

anyway after wanyi'd finished interviewing whoever, we left the place. went to the esplanade gluttons' square next door to buy hokkien mee for supper (and orh luak coz my dad requested for it). tt stupid bitch was totally stoned and in her own words, glazed from drinking the long island tea. see lah? drink on the job some more. tsk tsk.

yepz. so after tt i took a cab home with hokkien mee and orh luak in hand. reached home a little past 1. my parents were still awake coz apparently the guests had only left around 12.40am. so much for 'done by 9pm'.