My 2015 kicked off with a bang – literally. I celebrated my New Year’s at Keppel Bay with a bunch of good people and enjoyed 360-degree views of three fireworks going off concurrently. We had cakes, tea and coffee at midnight at Prive, and it was a moderately quiet affair in an extremely upscale marina with families, children and confetti.
I celebrated my birthday first with the Young Working Adults at home in Luxus HIll Avenue, then was treated to a birthday lunch at Valentino’s @ Turf City with two sets of my favourite couple. We were sat in a private room that looked like we were in a tavern in Sicily, served by a Bangladeshi who spoke fluent Italian, and had amazing flat white at the Dutch Colony Coffee.
The following week I held a birthday party at McDonalds Princess Cinema at Bedok Interchange and invited 16 close friends and their 3 children. It was awesomely good fun, and the next morning I set off for a weekend roadtrip to Malaysia with some new friends, eating mostly Hakka food and ending up with two flat tyres along the North-South Highway.
I caught up with a lot of girls in January – spent quality dessert time and train time home with a good friend before she left for Germany, dinner and coffee with another girl before she moves to Sandakan, a stayover at Conrad Centennial with a recently married friend and a Manhattan-esque dinner with an old university friend gorging on good morning pizzas.
January was also a month of high school reunions – met up with my schoolmates, one of whom was on a stopover from New Zealand, which ended up with me bringing them to Yangtze Cinema for a bit of investigative journalism. The following weekend I was on my way to Legoland in Nusajaya, traipsing around with my weird sisters from our Shakespeare days.
I spent the last day of January in Bedok Mall and Bedok Point with my writer friends, working on a short story for a second anthology with The Singapore Writer’s Group since I was at a plot conundrum with my novel. On the same day, I had dinner at TGIF for the first time in my life, finishing the last day of the month by experiencing a first.
2014 had been an extremely good year. So many of my dreams came true. I published a few pieces of my writing, started work on my first novel, went to Urbanscapes, attended The Singapore Writer’s Festival, saw Yuna live in concert, went back to the UK, met somebody I liked, learnt to love myself, learnt to love shopping and signed up to the gym.
2014 was one of my best years. But I hear a voice saying, “If you think that was good, then you don’t know how good good can get.” Well, I say, bring it on! Cos I ain’t seen nothin’ yet.