Moral of the story is

DO NOT EXPERIMENT WITH FANCY MAKEUP TECHNIQUES JUST BEFORE YOU LEAVE THE HOUSE!!!

It's a bad idea, which explains why I'd rather look like Tony Leung in 'Dong Xie Xi Du' (according to Jiafa) than to show you the botched job.

I enjoyed the cosy ambience of Portobelle and definitely the company of my gang and the affiliates. However, the food was rather lacklustre. My Lubina en Salsa de Tomate Aceituna, pan-fried sea bass would have been better if it was served piping hot. Fish tends to get kinda fishy when it gets cold.

Most of us gave the sangria our stamp of approval. It was nice, sweet and tangy. Quite a pleasure to sip, while we listened to P's account of how KK proposed to her. San Fran, Iceland and now NYC. The gang is going global!

Hmm... now, where would be a good place for proposals?

update: Some of my friends thought I'd sold out and become shallow. *roll eyes* As if! The above was just a rhetorical question. Like I've always said, as long as it's the right person, who cares if it's along the dingy streets of Timbuktu?