De Profundis
Another day. Another weekend. Another year. And what a year it's been.
Mistakes I have made a few. Regrets? Regrettably so. But this weekend reminded me how wonderfully blessed I am to be surrounded by the people who have chose to stuck around in my life. And for that, I'm thankful.
It started with Val and Gen and Baby Lucas at Pete's Place for lunch on Friday. Val and Gen are possibly my bestest and oldest female friends with us having gone back all the way to what is fondly known as the band days. Together we've been through all the mini milestones in life - birthdays, new years, relationships, break ups, NS, chicken pox, ORDs, deaths, hen parties, marriages, first jobs, first born... and i'm sure there are many more to come.
Sat night was with zH and Gail over coffee waxing lyrical about life crisis, ambition, mobility and ways to marinate lamb. It was in Holland Village Cold Storage way past midnight when I was shopping for lamb for Sunday's dinner where they surprised me with a gorgeously packaged Molten Brown Black Pepper gift set. You know you have known the other party for ages when they remember all the little details about you, your likes and dislikes, rants and raves, the works... for that, I'm touched...
And then there was Sunday - Ray's alterna-party. While I never quite got the knack for throwing big parties, I do love my small intimate gatherings. And this one goes out to the usual suspects, just wanna say a big thank you for being part of my otherwise functional life (hur hur) and let it be known that despite my snarkiness, I do love you guys... lots... Special mentions to Dave for allowing us the use of his roof/attic/secret make-out pad, Henry for the to-die-for tart/pie and Gary for the totally unexpected Martha Agerich's recording of Tchaikovsky's Piano Concerto No.1. It's moments like these when you feel incredibly loved...
Then there's Monday. My colleagues surprised me with a sinfully yummy Ben & Jerry's Ice Cream birthday cake and the gals from the agencies with their sugar rolls... *burp*
Ok, Damien Rice is making me woefully morose especially as he goes "f*ck you, f*ck you, love you" in Rootless Tree from his album "9". I think I'll go watch an episode of Heroes now...
Mistakes I have made a few. Regrets? Regrettably so. But this weekend reminded me how wonderfully blessed I am to be surrounded by the people who have chose to stuck around in my life. And for that, I'm thankful.
It started with Val and Gen and Baby Lucas at Pete's Place for lunch on Friday. Val and Gen are possibly my bestest and oldest female friends with us having gone back all the way to what is fondly known as the band days. Together we've been through all the mini milestones in life - birthdays, new years, relationships, break ups, NS, chicken pox, ORDs, deaths, hen parties, marriages, first jobs, first born... and i'm sure there are many more to come.
Sat night was with zH and Gail over coffee waxing lyrical about life crisis, ambition, mobility and ways to marinate lamb. It was in Holland Village Cold Storage way past midnight when I was shopping for lamb for Sunday's dinner where they surprised me with a gorgeously packaged Molten Brown Black Pepper gift set. You know you have known the other party for ages when they remember all the little details about you, your likes and dislikes, rants and raves, the works... for that, I'm touched...
And then there was Sunday - Ray's alterna-party. While I never quite got the knack for throwing big parties, I do love my small intimate gatherings. And this one goes out to the usual suspects, just wanna say a big thank you for being part of my otherwise functional life (hur hur) and let it be known that despite my snarkiness, I do love you guys... lots... Special mentions to Dave for allowing us the use of his roof/attic/secret make-out pad, Henry for the to-die-for tart/pie and Gary for the totally unexpected Martha Agerich's recording of Tchaikovsky's Piano Concerto No.1. It's moments like these when you feel incredibly loved...
Then there's Monday. My colleagues surprised me with a sinfully yummy Ben & Jerry's Ice Cream birthday cake and the gals from the agencies with their sugar rolls... *burp*
Ok, Damien Rice is making me woefully morose especially as he goes "f*ck you, f*ck you, love you" in Rootless Tree from his album "9". I think I'll go watch an episode of Heroes now...