My officemate invited me to her cousin’s barbeque held in Costa Sands Resort. I asked her what occasion was being celebrated, since it was a week night and all. But there was no occasion, this was just something that Singaporeans like to do, that is, rent a chalet on a week night, throw some stuff on the griller and bring out the booze.
My officemate’s cousin also invited a lot of Nepalese boys and they drank and sang and laughed a lot. In the end, one of them danced with me and since there was actually no music, he was the one who supplied it with his own voice.
At the end of singing “Everything I Do, I Do it For You” he asked me to be his valentine.
It was actually the gesture that I would have found romantic if the guy I fancied had done it, the kind of stuff that would have made me swoon if I had read it off a romance novel.
But since he wasn’t my type, I turned him down, saying, “I am sorry but I already made plans with my friends.”
It would have ended well if his reply to that had not been: “It’s okay, friends are forever.”
Since I was the only Filipino, they asked me to sing a Tagalog song and I was stumped for a while till I decided to sing “Narda” without our infamous Cowboy dance steps.
I got home past midnight again, and I had to run by myself on high heels to catch the last trains in the green line, red line and purple line. It’s a good thing I did not drink much of the red wine and Johnny Walkers otherwise I would never have been able to get home intact and get to work the next day.
