like finally, blogging.
yesterday, went to benedict quah's aunt's house. fyi, ben is one of my dearest friend from rjc, together with pq, jw, michelle, liza, val, and many others. ben just happens to be the most popular due to his wierd, autocratic and deeply humourous-in-a-negative-way ways. but he's prob our most favourite person we would hate to love. haha! anyway, my subject is not on wonderful, great, supreme, intelligent, comedic, chief-of-justice-to-be, and prime-minister-to-be.
the topic is on his aunt's house situated in an area called old holland road, ie, bukit timah. well, the part of bukit timah near all the famous districts 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 and what-nots. in short, his relatives are incredibly filthily, disgustingly, obscenely, horrendously, atrociously and irritatingly rich. the first thing ben set out to do was to give us a guided tour round the house. its so big, his mom, who was there as well with his grandmama, was like, "ben, start from the outside, start from the outside..." well, imagine the vastness, and grandeur of the estate that warrants a structured and guided tour... "so this is the hall..." (wow, the hall is as big as my house) "then this is the kitchen" (wow, the kitchen is also as big as my house) "then this is the in-built swimming pool" (wow, the pool is bigger than my house) ... you get the picture right? if thats not enought. the estate is three stories high, with a basement, 8 ponds, a cascading waterfall at the edge of the swimming pool, 4 bed rooms, a masterbed room, 3 study rooms, a table tennis room, a pool room, 7 toilets (or more), 2 or 3 kitchens, the maids quaters. there was even a separate bathroom for the swimming pool. "oh, my other aunt and uncle were the architects for this house... open concept... their own house? hm.. also they design one... but a bit smaller..." a bit smaller? i found my concepts of size was ultimately turn topsy turvy when ben was going "oh this house is not big... the neighbours house is bigger..." i felt i myself was a speck of dirt that did not belong is such majestic place. dun mistaken me. i love the house. its huge, its lovely, is great. i just hate the fact that its not mine.
benedict was so kind and accurate to point out all the tiny details for us, from where a wall mosaic came from (bali, brought in in square pieces, and very expensive) to where the koi from the ponds came from (oh, each are like 500 dollars and there were like probably at least 30 of them). anyway, what other interesting facts are there to point? hmm, the pool needs to be cleaned once in two days by professionals, the lights are all light bulbs (not florescent) , there has got to be at least a hundred windows, the german shepard is very young but it can bite your head off, there's a jacuzzi in the son's bed room.
but i thought the most humourous example of extreme wealth was when we were going home, ben was discussing with his mom, "so which car should we drive back? car number 1 or car number 2? or our own car?" jw, pq and i were so amused. then i and pq were humouring, "oh next time, i will go, 'hm, should my chaffeur take car number 1 or car number 50?'" then pq joked back, "oh i will go, 'hm, should, my chaffeur number 1 take car number 3 or should my chaffuer number 2 take car number 50?'" haha!! it was pretty funny. and in a way pretty depressing.
it was a pretty fun day. ben and pq went swimming, and jw was lying on the deck chairs like some rich tai-tai reading 8 days. (i am going to be embarrassing people here all for the fun of it.) PQ was desperately trying to get on this float-bed but no matter how many times he tried to get on, he always flopped back into the water like a crocodile, displaying his great hydrodynamics, or the lack there-of. ben was hm, "frolicking" in the water. like a big ape in a ballerina frock trying to dance. haha!! okay, i should stop. i am very grateful for the invitation from ben. very honoured. oh i almost forgot. there was a short period of time when ben and pq got cosy in the jacuzzi i mentioned above. mind you, the jacuzzi was large and comfortable for 1 person, but for 2. it was, erm, er, quite, hm. should i say "romantic"? haha!!! well, jw and i were playing pool downstairs for 20 minutes, and we were wondering what the two guys were doing upstairs, squeezing two almost naked bodies, save for their tight swimming trunks, in a nice tub of warm water.... hm.. suspicion, suspicion. i will stop here. i claim i am not insinuating anything. on purpose at least. all of the above information i reckon to be true thoughts at each point of time. so pq, dun sue me. nor you ben. jw, i hope you enjoyed this entry.
at the end of the day, at least for me. it was a lesson of how the upper crust of society seem to be living, judging by their abode. and i made up my mind, i will not stay in such a house. its too big, too expensive and the maintenance is too hight. i like the simple life, and prefer to keep my millions in the banks, or at least in investments, and stay in a small nice flat or condominium that's close to shopping centres and other convenient ammenities.
yesterday, went to benedict quah's aunt's house. fyi, ben is one of my dearest friend from rjc, together with pq, jw, michelle, liza, val, and many others. ben just happens to be the most popular due to his wierd, autocratic and deeply humourous-in-a-negative-way ways. but he's prob our most favourite person we would hate to love. haha! anyway, my subject is not on wonderful, great, supreme, intelligent, comedic, chief-of-justice-to-be, and prime-minister-to-be.
the topic is on his aunt's house situated in an area called old holland road, ie, bukit timah. well, the part of bukit timah near all the famous districts 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 and what-nots. in short, his relatives are incredibly filthily, disgustingly, obscenely, horrendously, atrociously and irritatingly rich. the first thing ben set out to do was to give us a guided tour round the house. its so big, his mom, who was there as well with his grandmama, was like, "ben, start from the outside, start from the outside..." well, imagine the vastness, and grandeur of the estate that warrants a structured and guided tour... "so this is the hall..." (wow, the hall is as big as my house) "then this is the kitchen" (wow, the kitchen is also as big as my house) "then this is the in-built swimming pool" (wow, the pool is bigger than my house) ... you get the picture right? if thats not enought. the estate is three stories high, with a basement, 8 ponds, a cascading waterfall at the edge of the swimming pool, 4 bed rooms, a masterbed room, 3 study rooms, a table tennis room, a pool room, 7 toilets (or more), 2 or 3 kitchens, the maids quaters. there was even a separate bathroom for the swimming pool. "oh, my other aunt and uncle were the architects for this house... open concept... their own house? hm.. also they design one... but a bit smaller..." a bit smaller? i found my concepts of size was ultimately turn topsy turvy when ben was going "oh this house is not big... the neighbours house is bigger..." i felt i myself was a speck of dirt that did not belong is such majestic place. dun mistaken me. i love the house. its huge, its lovely, is great. i just hate the fact that its not mine.
benedict was so kind and accurate to point out all the tiny details for us, from where a wall mosaic came from (bali, brought in in square pieces, and very expensive) to where the koi from the ponds came from (oh, each are like 500 dollars and there were like probably at least 30 of them). anyway, what other interesting facts are there to point? hmm, the pool needs to be cleaned once in two days by professionals, the lights are all light bulbs (not florescent) , there has got to be at least a hundred windows, the german shepard is very young but it can bite your head off, there's a jacuzzi in the son's bed room.
but i thought the most humourous example of extreme wealth was when we were going home, ben was discussing with his mom, "so which car should we drive back? car number 1 or car number 2? or our own car?" jw, pq and i were so amused. then i and pq were humouring, "oh next time, i will go, 'hm, should my chaffeur take car number 1 or car number 50?'" then pq joked back, "oh i will go, 'hm, should, my chaffeur number 1 take car number 3 or should my chaffuer number 2 take car number 50?'" haha!! it was pretty funny. and in a way pretty depressing.
it was a pretty fun day. ben and pq went swimming, and jw was lying on the deck chairs like some rich tai-tai reading 8 days. (i am going to be embarrassing people here all for the fun of it.) PQ was desperately trying to get on this float-bed but no matter how many times he tried to get on, he always flopped back into the water like a crocodile, displaying his great hydrodynamics, or the lack there-of. ben was hm, "frolicking" in the water. like a big ape in a ballerina frock trying to dance. haha!! okay, i should stop. i am very grateful for the invitation from ben. very honoured. oh i almost forgot. there was a short period of time when ben and pq got cosy in the jacuzzi i mentioned above. mind you, the jacuzzi was large and comfortable for 1 person, but for 2. it was, erm, er, quite, hm. should i say "romantic"? haha!!! well, jw and i were playing pool downstairs for 20 minutes, and we were wondering what the two guys were doing upstairs, squeezing two almost naked bodies, save for their tight swimming trunks, in a nice tub of warm water.... hm.. suspicion, suspicion. i will stop here. i claim i am not insinuating anything. on purpose at least. all of the above information i reckon to be true thoughts at each point of time. so pq, dun sue me. nor you ben. jw, i hope you enjoyed this entry.
at the end of the day, at least for me. it was a lesson of how the upper crust of society seem to be living, judging by their abode. and i made up my mind, i will not stay in such a house. its too big, too expensive and the maintenance is too hight. i like the simple life, and prefer to keep my millions in the banks, or at least in investments, and stay in a small nice flat or condominium that's close to shopping centres and other convenient ammenities.
i hope you took a picture of the 2 of them in the jacuzzi. that would be like, the emblem of gayness.
hey you could actually keep count of the number of whatever rooms/ponds? wow. i wonder exactly how many bathrooms there are.
jw