Yesterday’s dinner was at Perle Noire to celebrate mummy’s birthday. I love the food there but I think the Feng Shui there is very bad cos it was empty when we went there. Daddy even joked that he booked the whole place just for her birthday celebration. Haha. Right. He didn’t even buy a cake or make reservations lor. We just walked in.
And it isn’t only Perle Noire that’s this quiet. It used to be Liquid Kitchen and before that was Mr Bojangles and both were great places as well but they just couldn’t sustain. Oh well.
The ambience at Perle Noire is very nice, the service staff (a bunch of Pilipino) were very friendly and attentive, and of course the food is great and not even all that expensive and yet, it is just not somewhere you keep thinking about going back to. Blame it on the Feng Shui!!
And one very important thing to start the meal is the bread. The bread was good herb bread with was just the right warmness which is fab. I hate cold hard buns. In all, we ordered mushroom soup, pumpkin soup, fresh French oysters (which only me & mummy ate), Pork Rack, Veal Rack, Pork Kunckle, Foie Gras, Beef Burger. The Foie Gras was mummy’s but she gave me half of it and I almost died and went to heaven. I love Foie Gras to death.
We were stuffed after that but what’s a birthday without a cake eh. So mummy did what she did best. She bought 10 different slices of cake to make it into 1 whole cake. Haha.
Sometimes, I wonder if it’ll be better if I had my own place or if I continued living with the folks. Living on my own would be nice cos I can do any damn thing I want – that includes keeping a dog and smoking in the house. But then again, it’ll be incredibly quiet. But upon further thought, I’m not that close to the family either. I can spend day in, day out not conversing with any of them cos I’m cooped up in my room anyways. But sometimes just having some human presence helps. So I really dunno. I’ve never really felt that suffocated as now before shifting house. I’m not sure if it has anything to do with having a big house, or having a dog, or just dating a guy which was around for me a lot more.
It is times like this when I really start to miss a lot of things. I miss my doggies, I miss life in poly with my darlings, I miss clubbing, I miss being treated like a princess, I miss hanging out the entire day and nite with my bitches, I miss sleep overs, I miss doing young foolish things, and as it moves along, I start missing people in particular. People whom I dun wanna name but boy, those were really happy and fun times.
I guess I would consider my life pretty good at the moment. As much as I aspire to be a tai tai, I think I know when to be satisfied and will not have unrealistic dreams of golden clouds with silver linings. Haha. But life is getting a little mundane. As much as I know I don’t look my age, but sometimes I feel older than my age. I feel like an aunty who’s stuck in this vicious rat race. Everyday just eat sleep and work and let myself wither away. Everyone is complaining that I don’t dress up anymore and I have to say it’s so damn true. Just not so long ago, I would still dress up to go anywhere. Now is just…. *sigh* I think I need to go out and hiao abit. See you there at St James in 10 days’ time. But then again, I’m too comfy and can’t be bothered to be hiao. Maybe I should just go Mambo one of these days. But I think Mambo’s even worse. I think I’ll actually feel comfy in PJs at Mambo. So I think I need a Plan C. Hur hur.
Asphyxiated at at 4:23 PM
