Seven swans didn’t go a-swimming, not because it was a biblical day of rest, but because it was a day for yusheng 鱼生 to be tossed and everyone to grow a year older. It was the Seventh day of Chinese New Year aka renri 人日, so as always my family had dinner with the customary Lo Hei and my cousins and I snapping at the crackers in the yusheng.
Chris and QiLin were at Tanjong Pagar watching some NUS singing competition at Amara Hotel. Jarrod, our source of endless entertainment during our band days in ACJC, also participated and according to the 2 of them he has shown much improvement since his days of imitating the chapel divas – Gracia Ng and Rosalind Tan. I met up with them later at Clarke Quay for dinner/supper.
After walking aimlessly around, brushing shoulders with throngs of expats and SPGs, we finally settled on Hooters. Chris had plenty to say about the Hooters’ girls and their FBT-esque shorts, which in my opinon, probably DO NOT draw in the crowds – it’s the EPL action on plasma screens that’s doing the job.
We had our birthday cake by the riverside, and struggled to keep the candles alight while we fiddled with the timer on my camera.
Our photowhoring exploits left us missing the last train home 
Which reminds me of a song that has been in my head the past week, courtesy of Heroes.
Rogue Wave – Eyes
Missed the last train home
birds pass by to tell me
that im not alone
well im pushing myself
to finish this part
i can handle a lot
but one thing i’m missing is in your eyes
have you seen this film
it reminds me of walking down the avenue
well im washing my hands of attachments,
yeah i will land on the ground
but one thing I’m missing is in your eyes
***
Simple, yet poignant.
