Saturday, July 11, 2009
♥ Timbre the night.
It was my cousin's 21st birthday celebration and off the tempuras went to timbre at the ArtHouse. It was gorgeous that place and I simply adore the buffalo wings. Like serious foodgasim. The sauce was finger licking good and the chicken wings are crispy and hot. Perfection. *swoon*
And one of the best thing is their live band. For that night, we had an acoustic band and girl, she got talent. That singer was damn good and I swear she sang better than taylor swift. No, seriously. We are all abit high I guess and we were singing around and swaying like a bunch of monkeys to all the songs.
Well, some of us got tipsy and someone got drunk. Mwahahha. See that peach coloured drink there? That's fruit punch. And who's drinking fruit punch? Yours truly.
Fine, I just can't stand the taste of alcohol, that bitter aftertaste. Ergk. But weird thing is, even though I'm only drinking mocktails (aka fruit punch), I managed to get a headache. The headache I get when I drink. And where did that come from? Hmmmm.
Could be I keep stealing sips from the tempuras. Hehe.
For some reason, I was rather quiet that night. Could be the surrounding, the beautiful view at clarke quay or the singing that made me rather... emotional. On the walk to the taxi stand, I hooked arms with my cousin and kind of isolate ourselves from the rest as we walked slower from the group. We talked about how our hearts just arn't really blessed and how tricky love can be.
But in the end, we both agreed. At least no matter what happens, we'll still have each other. (:
Happy birthday.
Fine, I just can't stand the taste of alcohol, that bitter aftertaste. Ergk. But weird thing is, even though I'm only drinking mocktails (aka fruit punch), I managed to get a headache. The headache I get when I drink. And where did that come from? Hmmmm.
Could be I keep stealing sips from the tempuras. Hehe.
For some reason, I was rather quiet that night. Could be the surrounding, the beautiful view at clarke quay or the singing that made me rather... emotional. On the walk to the taxi stand, I hooked arms with my cousin and kind of isolate ourselves from the rest as we walked slower from the group. We talked about how our hearts just arn't really blessed and how tricky love can be.
But in the end, we both agreed. At least no matter what happens, we'll still have each other. (:
Happy birthday.
Labels: Heart-warmings
