so happy together

imagine me and you, and you and me



we might have somethings in common,
and then i found this.

it's just weird now.

fix you

when you try your best but you don't succeed
when you get what you want but not what you need
when you feel so tired but you can't sleep
stuck in reverse

today was a sad day.
it was raining. and it was gloomy. there were little stray raindrops going at my window sill.
the weather outside was frightful. inside not so delightful.

it was a mixture of things. from the call from shaun, to cancellation of plans, to the sad stories on tv to the incessant sound of the rain beating down on my windows.

when you love someone but it goes to waste
could it be worse?

and then that feeling of losing out in the field of dreams washes away from you. i sat there, engulfed by my sofa, thinking of everything that has happened in 2006. and i realised i'm utterly disappointed. in myself, my family, my love, my everything. it's some sort of impending heartache that is going to happen.

High up above or down below
when you're too in love to let it go

i tried. i tried so hard to let it go. i pushed and pulled and begged and tore. i tried. until today i realise that it's just not humanly possible to try any harder. it's just not right, it's not wrong, it's not anything. it's just emptiness. i wish i could take all we had and just shove it into your car and drive it over a pier. watch it bubble to the bottom and we'll just laugh and fall over like we use to.

but i can't. i'm sorry.

lights will guide you home
and ignite your bones
and I will try to fix you

coming out of my cage

i am angry.
because everyone is like 'oh, my internet is so slow, fuck you taiwan'.
"fuck i cannot connect to msn, how can i tell my girlfriend that i lurbch her?!"

cheebye la.

this


versus this



who's got fucking bigger problems? spending 15 extra mins waiting for a website to load won't fucking kill you. an earthquake will.

and i went to all news website, every one is bloody complaining and reporting about the cables being destroyed. NO COVERAGE ON TAIWAN. and supposedly, we are a fair society.


selfish beings.

had myself a merry little christmas

christmas is the time of the year where i feel the most loved.
because there is always an abundance of hugs, presents and kisses flying around willingly.

after mass, we all decided to have a quiet gathering at ashton's where turkey and ham were happening.
and we just sat down for smokes, wine, presents and good conversation.
it was a nice change from the wild drinking, partying, drunken xmas's we had the previous years.

i love all of you, more than you think.












rest of the photos are here

ain't no other woman that can take your spot my love

GUESS WHO IS BACK FROM BEIJING!

yes lar, kenneth cunty soo. not having him on the same soil brought desperation and depression to me and russ. especially russ of course.

the day he touched down, we had a vunderful dinner at sushi teh which he paid for obligingly. and i lapped it up obviously. then off to coffee bean for some tea and chocolate.


i lurbch you many many my hawt china man.

then it was xueyun's birthday with her gang. i was just there as a calafair. everything ended at slightly after 3 in the morn. i feel asleep with new found power.

spent saturday with kris and gen and wilson shopping at marina. and as usual, they were obsessed with my boobs



they always say i let them hang out. i believe in freedom.

then home and shaun picked me up for dinner at lavender. since he is selling laura (his mitsubishi evo) away next week, he allowed me to take her for a spin. BUT i only made it around the carpark INTO another carpark across my estate. damn those lorries.



his switching his crazy, engine roaring, manly car:



to this adorable i wanna squeeze you, you SNAG kind of car:



because his school doesn't allow him to park his evo inside in case his student see him as a "pai kia" - his principle said that.



but i like the SNAG more.

i like.

i went for lunch with my ex-colleagues. they bought me some really good pizza for lunch. and i bought them really good air freshners. haha what a trade.





i miss the jalan hitam manis/kuning love trysts.

then off to shop with my cousin for his xbox. and then met shaun for less than 3 mins for me to pass him his present and his brother's present. then met kris for dinner and the holiday.



it's a good warm-during-the-xmas-season show. a little like love actually and the family stone. but don't watch it when you are single. it just makes you want to choke on a xmas turkey.

by the way, if i had a guy with jude law's looks and jack black's personality, in the show i meant, i will snog him all year long.

if only life was fair.

come here benji



if you haven't heard of the hottest of the show called so you think you can dance, you are from another planet.
and if you haven't heard of my obession with benji schwimmer, you were stoning while i was swooning.

and i just found out that one of my colleagues, looks just like him.



and somehow, i am damn excited about meeting him for lunch on thursday because he looks like the hottest guy in the competition. what luck.

go youtube him now.

the quote of the year

ladies and gentlemen, i present 2006's quote of the year:



she knows her strengths.

salah lah.

i woke up this morning with a start.
i was late for massina.
so i took a cab. and i called juan.
and juan said: "massina is tomorrow."
and i got off the cab to sixth avenue to eat breakfast.

and i spent 10 dollars on coffee bean breakfast.

so i called shaun, to come join me with my cappucino and dhasljdkfghsd cake.
and he came down because he had a seminar at hwa chong at noon.

and we sat there for a while before i needed to go to school
so he drove me to school and came up to the library with me.
and he sat there while i did research on tiger beer for brand equity.

and i was really annoyed because he kept taking pictures of me and saying
this is how you look to me.


this is, according to him, the most accurate on how i look to him.

then, he was late so he left.
then i met merlynn bella muruku tong.
then we struggled with the camera and mic for 3 hours.
then i got doc pro. i had to go and masak masak my way through.

then i met up with my brother to go pick out wedding dress with christine, his fiancee.
so happy. because i tried on a dress too.
so my brother called me vain and i was not offended because a wedding dress is designed to take away all your worries.
and to make anyone look good in it.



they are getting married you know.

i want that dress.
you think the bride would mind?

dad's remedy

after a night of clubbing, loud music, drunk boys and alcohol, my father had the best solution:



oily, greasy, deep fried paper wrapped chicken!

two pieces of juicy wings wraped with soy sauce, spring onions and some combination of spices in grease paper and fried to perfection.

omg, it is fucking orgasmic. no one cooks better paper wrapped chicken than my dad. but one thing i detest when he makes one of his 'eight treasures' (read: food he borrowed from other places and tweaked to suit him like ginseng wrapped chicken, apple soup and itek tim) and keeps on asking me if it can compete with the original.

dad: nice anot?
me: [produces sucking and chewing noises that rose from the delirium of having zi bao kai] mmm.
dad: i make from yesterday one. must marinate overnight.
bro: damn shiok la. then inside one wrap got two somemore.
dad: yar lor, not like union farm (union farm has supposedly the best zi bao kai in town). they very stingy one. give one tiny wing. not like me, generous.
me: [still sucking and chewy]
dad: so........ can beat union farm not?

and end scene.

click picture for all the pictures

mos sucked.
except the people.

deck the halls

popping by the radio studio two hours before deadline was very funny.
there were mds flying, and papers crumbling, keyboard banging and all that jazz.
and it was very funny also because i had already finished my assignment the day before lah.

then hopped over to island creamery for omgawdeatmenowcomefountainslikesunteccity mudpie and ice cream.
me and nurul were moaning so much, it might have made it to playboy.

we weren't only moaning about the ice-cream ok.

the girls that work there are hawt. there's that one girl in the mtv for terry lee's anti drug stint. she was my senior but by no standards was she hot in school. now she's like phwoar. PHWOAR. nurul and me were making so much passes at her i tell u... and nurul nearly became lesbian. on the spot.

got home and talked to shaun till late. he's just adorable.
but cannot.

sat's carolling at kwong wai shu old folks with my friends was pretty awesome. it ended with wheelchair off road derby race with a few people. i won because my old folk was damn on.

it was yassin with kenneth, who's concave chest we have made fun of for years has earned him a ticket out of the army, and russ and audrey.

stocks shares and IPOs later...

it's mos later with kevin! i miss that army boy!

damn excited can.

also, dean has this in his room:



that's the secret to his happiness.

radio gaga

my mother asked me why i was grumpy when i got home.

if you stared at this:


for 8 hours straight and it was the guinness world record holder for the slowest computer in the world, you would also be like me. protools can die lah

besides that, flaunt was used as an example of an A magazine!


flaunt. notice the different.

bus number 52





we found J8 yesterday.

kachiao only

can anyone tell me why USA is participating in the 400m men's swimming relay in the doha ASIAN games?
damn kachaio la.

and hongkong is making a fool out of themselves by thinking they are a boyband.

red camp was fun enough.t
though it was a week ago, i just got to uploading the photos.
and it was me, fadli, mer and melissa doing the booths.
we had like 5 teams in 2 hours = most of time left to cam whore:





and to video whore:



my friends are full of shit.

eh-o

i tell u, i'm going to die of liver poisioning, lung blackening and hole-in-the-pocket.

went out with mer on sat night to catch peep show in action at esplanade. xueyun's brother was performing so it pretty exciting. we all were talking to the band ppl after the show and then mer said:

how fucking glam is this. we're like friend of the band can. i bet some girl is hoping i'll be her friend lor."

so i left her alone la.

we met up with the band ppl again at coccolatter which was a flop. we didn't even dance. i smoked once. that's it.
so we all decided to head down to coffee connossiuer. then it was closed.
so we all ate bak ku teh.



i love the two groupies

when i stepped into my lift at 2, shaun calls.

hello, lets go grab a drink near your place."

ok, so i hopped into his car, and he drove...
and drove...
and drove.

to harbourfront (which for your information is NOT near my house.)

villa bali was fantastic.
but 25 drinks shared among 4 people is not.

i was so gone, i woke up to nothingness.
and shaun was asleep on my floor.

besides today during wisp, we practiced our role play.

and it involved kenneth holding a pen knife to calvin's face to threaten him.

it ended with calvin getting 5 stitches to his right cheek.
eyer.

if you are wondering, they are acting as extremely high paid bodyguards of a celebrity.

i love you guys.

SONG BO

pr is over!
-dances around in victory dance...thinks about dancing naked...decides that it might scare people-

oh what relief.

as celebration, i went for drinks with char. at marrakesh at clarke quay. it was nice just sitting amidst the crowd, knowing i have nothing much to do this weekend, thinking of what nail colour to paint my nails and wondering if i am missing out on some massina stuff.

prior to that, me and pearl went to a press screening of deepa mehta's new hindi film, Water.

i know, you think its all about some man who loves this woman who is of a higher class so he cannot marry her and his best friend is going to marry her and then they make matters complicated by dancing and singing to insanely long songs.

no. i think this film was the best docu-movie i have ever watched.

Water circles around the life of widows in India. Set in 1938, this film explores the tragic lives of women who are bethroned to old men and when their husbands die, their dignity and pride die too.

As tradition, a widow is to shave her head, wear only a white tunic and stay in widow houses along side eunuchs (hidras), criminals and the outcast of society.

Young chuyia is only 7 when her husband dies. she is forced to live in a widow house and meets INSANELY GORGEOUS kalyani and they both get into trouble and chance upon vinod-reminding Narayan, a young promising lawyer who is an ardent ghandi supporter.





no la, no spoiler.

anyone interested in social issues and love should catch this film. it's very poignant and extremely thought-provoking. and i think pearl is going to write an article about it in urbanwire.

i, on the other hand, have nothing to write this weekend.

-dance dance-

i met up with kenneth and daniel for a de-stressed.
daniel told us how his helmet and uniform takes away his intelligence
kenneth asked me how life was in pr.

i told him the truth.

i actually cried because of pr today. purely because i couldn't take the stress. it was a good let out, i smoked like mad of course, the motion of the cigarette going in between your lips, you inhale, you terik, then release. pure release of every single fucked up shit.

smoking is theraputic. it's bad for my health, but it helps me relax.

the smoke break was crucial for me today. if i didn't go, i think i would have died.
juan told me to just cry if i needed to. i really wanted to. for once, PR actually made me feel like i cannot do it.

fuck shit.

MoSh pit.

tertiary fling was quite alright. the company was good, and drinks were free so they were good.
though the bum was in danger because the bum was right in the middle of a hip hop impromtu competition.

the bum and owner moved right out of there.

besides that, nothing too drama happened. we were all happy semi-drunk people except for one glen.





after a damn tiring day at lecture, me and that slarte (read: merlynn) decided to give tiffany's birthday surpise a miss and head home.

dinner was in a swamp. we ate at ah lam abalone at race course road.
food was fantastic. cept for the kong ba pao (they call it chinese bun! wtf)
but the place was gross!

we sat next at the back alley.
in front of us was the back entrance of the very seedy nightclub.
there were 23473497 cats in front of it which meant they were infront of us.
there were 23473497 x 34 flies and mosquitos feasting on us
there was a choked drain filled with cigratte buds (only one of which was mine ok) and
it stank.

it was eating in malaysia but twenty times worse. fucking gross.
we ate and ran.

then we stopped by watsons to dig our fingers into every single tester there was.
and discovered the wonderful world of ColorWorkshop (the makeup is dirt cheap.)

and decided to shop at THIS FASHION.
we bought things.
we bought things.

and discovered a side of our neighbourhood we never realised before.
a comic store
a organic coffeeshop
a community centre with digital tv
a play ground.

then she discovered my phone:



disgusting right?