To be honest, I have never been a fan of “hanging around” the common areas of the places I live in. I usually go straight into my bedroom once I reach home and confine all my activities there – including eating.
It was therefore a shocker, just how much time I spent hanging out in the hall of my new place the past week. It is a nice cheery space, and I often find myself lurking around doing non-consequential things such as picking up stray hair off the floor, constructing DIY furniture or rearranging stuffs. More often than not, I like sitting on my favorite rickety stool around our old skool chinois dining table and drinking copious amount of alcohol at leisure. Heck, I got drunk (twice!) the day I moved in!
The Toe is a big fan of the new place too. Every time she comes round, she promise she will leave after one glass of vino and one stick of fag but she usually end up polishing off one entire bottle, kill half her lungs and offload one lifetime of drama stories on me before lumbering, like a drunken marsupial, out the door past midnight.
Last night, despite being a school night, I decided to pop open (yet) another bottle of “cheap shit”. On cue, The Toe turn up at my doorstep with a syrofoam box full of fresh oily ang ku kuehs (courtesy of The P!) An hour later, the Landlord came home, slump into an adjacent rickety chair and entered seamlessly into our little weekday soiree (“Huh? Why you two looking at me so expectantly for? I have nothing to say. Just pass the wine and ang ku kueh please.”)
So all three of us (The Landlord, Toe and Frou) ended up sitting around the good old chinois table, swigging grog (out of my new wine glasses, woot!) and eating ang ku kuehs. It wasn’t glamorous but it was certainly amusing. The anal retentive Toe was busy trying to clean up after us with tissue dipped in water as I waxed lyrical about the hardship of heartland living whilst The Landlord tries to do a psycho analysis of The Toe’s emotional well-being by asking her inappropriate questions such as “Why did all your boyfriends leave you?”. As the level of vino diminishes, our jokes gets cruder and the Toe ended up teaching us some rather foul phrases (which I cannot repeat here) which we reiterated (and animated) very often throughout the night. Sad to say, we ended up imitating the poking of white tigers again – pathetic!
It is unfortunate that someone didn’t take a picture (in sepia tone) of the scene last night. The chinois table, rickety chairs, drunken conversation and the perpetual haze of smoke; does make for a WKW-esque shot indeed. :p
It was therefore a shocker, just how much time I spent hanging out in the hall of my new place the past week. It is a nice cheery space, and I often find myself lurking around doing non-consequential things such as picking up stray hair off the floor, constructing DIY furniture or rearranging stuffs. More often than not, I like sitting on my favorite rickety stool around our old skool chinois dining table and drinking copious amount of alcohol at leisure. Heck, I got drunk (twice!) the day I moved in!
The Toe is a big fan of the new place too. Every time she comes round, she promise she will leave after one glass of vino and one stick of fag but she usually end up polishing off one entire bottle, kill half her lungs and offload one lifetime of drama stories on me before lumbering, like a drunken marsupial, out the door past midnight.
Last night, despite being a school night, I decided to pop open (yet) another bottle of “cheap shit”. On cue, The Toe turn up at my doorstep with a syrofoam box full of fresh oily ang ku kuehs (courtesy of The P!) An hour later, the Landlord came home, slump into an adjacent rickety chair and entered seamlessly into our little weekday soiree (“Huh? Why you two looking at me so expectantly for? I have nothing to say. Just pass the wine and ang ku kueh please.”)
So all three of us (The Landlord, Toe and Frou) ended up sitting around the good old chinois table, swigging grog (out of my new wine glasses, woot!) and eating ang ku kuehs. It wasn’t glamorous but it was certainly amusing. The anal retentive Toe was busy trying to clean up after us with tissue dipped in water as I waxed lyrical about the hardship of heartland living whilst The Landlord tries to do a psycho analysis of The Toe’s emotional well-being by asking her inappropriate questions such as “Why did all your boyfriends leave you?”. As the level of vino diminishes, our jokes gets cruder and the Toe ended up teaching us some rather foul phrases (which I cannot repeat here) which we reiterated (and animated) very often throughout the night. Sad to say, we ended up imitating the poking of white tigers again – pathetic!
It is unfortunate that someone didn’t take a picture (in sepia tone) of the scene last night. The chinois table, rickety chairs, drunken conversation and the perpetual haze of smoke; does make for a WKW-esque shot indeed. :p
4 comments:
just to be anal... but not as anal retentive as the Toe...
Eat drink... is a film by Ang Lee...
wanna see ur table..
haha, yes am aware of that. Just couldnt find the right WKW movie title (closest was "days of being wild") for this post so chose anor director closest to the genre.
Come down to SG soon! I'll show ya the table (and 4 chairs!)
Ah...I see you have found the charm that is Landlord's apartment.
As I stumble out of Clemen-tay,
After the par-tay
I wonder, "Where has the time gone?"
Then I remember we've been rockin' on...
Your neighbours hate us
But no one has made a fuss (yet)
That's my poor attempt at a little ditty for Clemen-tay!
This Bangla hearts the new place :))
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