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At the Looque International 2nd Anni last night:

Lynn, Andrea, Steph

NTV7 Crew (except that weird imposter in the center)

I spent lunch today with Anthony Bourdain. Ordered a lunch special of pacific clam congee at Chopstick Noodle House before digging in to Bourdain’s rant on the finer points of traditional French cooking before I realised the mistake of my ways: his novel, almost obsessive commentary on food is not to be taken with a heavy dose of commercial congee drowned in soy sauce, pacific clams or not. I am obsessed with him, not because I have tasted his cooking, but because of his obvious great love of food. Perhaps I seek to live vicariously through his notes - Le Bernardin will not be imparting any press treatments on me - because I truly believe there is no sincerer love than the love of food and who best to describe it than someone who loves it as much as life itself? That is such a turn on. Women who love food make fantastic friends, but men who love food I find extremely intriguing. It is about as universally ’something in common’ anyone can have. I’m not even talking gourmet. I was brought on a sensual vocabulary-infused journey from old school France to Brazil, each and every flavour lovingly translated into ‘chef-porn’ all the while having reality slap me in the face with each bite I took. The way he described old-style German gastronomy strangely reminded me of the time I shared a very sensual Godiva kiss with someone. I asked myself if I could leave the life I know here tomorrow just to travel, work and eat my way across the world. I could. Isn’t that a scary thing to know about oneself when one has bigger things in the picture, like commitments? Bah.

I’ve got a wedding this weekend. Some of you who read my blog back in 2003 will remember my house mate Jimi in NZ. He’s getting hitched to his gorgeous fiancee Irene this Sunday. Talk about big scale, the RSVP is done via an SMS provider.. hehe. Am a bit blur about the dress code which reads ‘baju melayu’ because I’ve got absolutely nothing to wear. Have never gone to a malay wedding with that dress code, so am counting on Karen to come to my rescue! Do they give money at malay weddings? Any one has any clue what the protocols are in terms of wedding gifts etc?

I finally installed Skype. When I clicked on the test call while simultaneously trying to hook up my gaming headphones/mic… it went into playback and I could hear myself fidgeting about. Another test call without my gaming headphones confirmed that my MBP has a mic somewhere. After almost a year using my MBP I never realised I had a built-in mic. Where the heck is it, and how do I hook that up to TS and Vent? I feel so blonde :P

Finally checked out slide.com.. fun! This is a recap of 2006. If life is a waste of time, and time is a waste of life. Then let’s all get wasted and have the time of our lives!