//hurricanes are named after me, i am temptuous//

i think this picture is goddamorgasmicallyeatmenow sexy.



and i also happen to think one of my spanking new collegues that started this week is amazingly hot.

sidenote: desmond. desmond. desmond.

okie. so work isn't too bad considering i ate chicken rice (against my will) for 3 days straight. it's like:

"eh want to walk out to holland v not?"
"don't want la, damn hot. damn far."
"he got car."
"he's two seater can sit my left boob and right boob only. here got 5 people." disclaimer: i did not say this.
"haiya, you go and drive to holland v can? buy back lunch for us."
"ok lor. what you want?"
"something simple la. easy to tapao and bring back."
"chicken rice lor."
"yeah la, yeah la."
"oh, i want thigh meat."
"haiya make it easier, everyone thigh meat la."
"i want roasted."
"haiya make it easier, everyone roasted thigh meat la."

see how i am forced to the brink. horrid horrid people. so for 3 days straight it's been the same convo. i am forced, like a prisoner of war, to eat chicken rice!
besides that, i'm happy as it is, inhaling my lunches, calling all the media hot shots to come down and help us.

withdrawal symtoms. uh huh.

//i am woman, hear me roar//

being in a predominantly male environment taught me many things:

one do not ever comment on a pleasantly plump male collegue's white bali shirt.
two do not ever in your right sane mind steal/take/borrow/bite one of your male collegue's yummy olive biscuits.
three always always, men first. be it the fax machine or tao huay, they get to it first because they are meaner bigger.
four it doesn't mean you don't have a dick, you aren't one.
five and lastly, mustafa is THE place for rubbin', grubbin' and lots of shoppin'.

i love my new work place. it's swanky. i have my quiet little corner, a brilliant male-supplied kitchen which is always stuffed with the best of mustafa, the best boss who is the brightest, quirkest bubble/person i have ever seen, the loudest bunch of pros i have every laid eyes and ears upon.

i am contented. since i got my very first 'wow' today.

side note: see the tagboard is flooded with many many angry msgs. you can read them for now but friday i'll take them down. but please, the person behind it would like you to know her side of the story. take some time and scroll.

//hit the road trip//

the chalet was absolutely smashing pissy.

things happened.
i don't care anymore.

i'm proud that at least the one that matter the most, the birthday boy, didn't throw a hissy fit about it.

happy birthday kenneth

thanks fo being there, and everywhere. no less the year has been less then perfect, and we've been thrusted into different stages of our lives, we never lost our touch. thanks for everything you've done and every shit we've been through.
love you brother.
happy no-body birthday.

//hit me like a hail storm//

//hearing aid: lovefool - the cardigans

whoa.
i am absolutely in love with the company i am attached to.
my boss is fantastic because she's oh-so-button-cute.
they use macs,
we can wear jeans to work
and i get commission on top of my pay.

bounces off walls

what absolute fucking luck.

//how can i quit you//

watch as the sky turns auburn
as the beating heart skips a beat
there she lies
beneath the shadows
beneath the trees
gently heaving and watching
the gentle evening sky.

the watchful breeze arouses
a poignant tear from her eyes as she throws
her cares into the wind
like an innocent child

awaiting the tenderness of time
her heart racing
she wipes her face in haste
and watch her skin turn dark with the evening.
why hasn't,
she ponders.
why hasn't.

//we're the young ones//

the past weeks have been nothing but bliss, play and multitude of bumming. yes i wanted to work, but the spirit was willing, the flesh oh-so-weak.

so i spent the hols just purely slacking, going to and fro from the beach, going shopping, watching dvd after dvd, going clubbing and partaying. i feel like a tub of lard. oh wait, i am.

so clubbing at zouk was alright, merlynn got 4 free flaming lambos. she stole the reciept la, that slarte. danced the night away to the tunes of chumbawamba, bon jovi, bananarama and rick astley. oh not to mention the more recent beps, mariah carey and beyonce. gosh, we danced and danced and drank and drank till 4 almost. met a few new people, nice seeing you marcus and drank quite a bit.

side note: apple shooters are yummy.

by the time me and mer got home it was 5ish. slept.

thursday was spent lazing happily at a beach. it was good cept for a certain oily-tanned man and friends with bad aiming with their football. and rude too. they didn't even apologise. goodness, and they were sporting potbellies and love handles too. i hope they don't have kids.

side note: rude people should be smothered in oily-tanned man's oily-tanned armpits.

what would a day at the beach be without merlynn's antics:




yes folks it is a giant dick. there's actually a pussy and boobs too but i can't get all in one shot. mer spent about half-an-hour slowly and full-heartedly carved and sculptured her masterpiece.
it was so life-liked, some guy stood there and got horny ok. oh and he followed merlynn all the way to the mrt. haha.

friday was the fondue party. so glam. it was a success considering the little time we had. it was amazing fun because not only did the food taste orgasmic, i drove a car.
it was some toyota. heck, i realised i am going to be a poor driver. i couldnt even turn the wheel.

there goes the fun days. one more week till all hell breaks wind.

//crying shame//




i have to say this is one of the best love stories i have seen. i watched this about 2 years late, i cried, i brawled and i shook. like sweet november, it hit me. unlike sweet november, it surged within it. i watched it with such passion and emotion that i literally died when the movie ended.

i feel so tired now from being in the movie. ha.
i recommended it to anyone's who need to find that love in their life. who needs that spark and that ignition.
i called him to say i love you and i hung up. good lord, i'm still shaking.

okie, i think i might watch it again.

// run of the mill//

oh no.
i realised there's nothing left to look forward to on sundays. i use to go to church, looking forward to singing and doing all church goer things. i use to feel important. and i use to feel like i mattered and that without me, they would be lacking

i would look forward to russ and kenneth, to nick, char and ade. i would lunch with them at block 3, go for practice, whine about life and be whimiscal about it. sometimes we'd sneak around church to do somewhat illegal things and even get caught. we use to be so energetic, so spontaneous, so fun.

we'd hang out at town, sometimes my place somethimes russ'. we'd go hang at macs or even some void deck till dinner then head home. on a good day, we's even meet again at night.

now, it's like i was shot 3 times in the arm, stabbed 6 in the other and beaten 44374757482 times on my legs. that's how i feel. dreaded and painful and tired.

everyone's constantly tired. constantly sleepy. lazy and i am fucking tired of that. it's true that some of us have matured for lack of a better word. you wouldn't see some faces if not for booze, smokes and the other sex. it's always about how little sleep one got at night or how happening a party was the night before or how hot and unwindy the day was. you never want to do things at the spur of the moment. you never want to be whimiscal and unpredictable. i'm so sick and incredibly tired of everything around me.

you just disappoint me

some disappear completely from my life, like as if they hardly even existed before. some remained constant throughout, of which i am grateful.

once some one asked me who do i depend and trust on the most.
it use to be 5 names.
then it became 3.
now it's one.

and you know what. he's losing it too.

//hearing aid: in this life - ronan keating

let the world stop turning

russell's hamster/guinea pig/monkey killer is the biggest, fattest, hairiest shit i ever seen.



yes that is russ's hand.
the hamster is mean. it's like a gang leader of the mafia or something.
i think it's name is romeo pravarochi. or some italian name.
gah.

russ's just calls it fuck.

//hearing aid: love me - collin raye

kenneth wanted to know how it would be like if a person like him (read: totally broke and jiao face) would look like a on a really high-up-there credit card.

imagine this: you just bought like $1000 bucks worth of stuff from like gucci. and the cashier asks, cash or credit.

and you (meaning kenneth) say: "oh credit please."
and hand over this:



please tell me if it's an offence to like super-impose a photo or something.

//hearing aid: she's so high - tal bachman

i am in love.

he is such a loser. but yet, everytime i see him on tv, my heart skips a beat.
why do u think i have been watching friends over and over and over again?
i feel like one of those teenage slyvester fans who orgasm everything he speaks broken english.


chandler bing-a-ling.

i probably wouldn't like him in real life. i can do very well with chandler bing though.

haha. i just got back from supper with my favourite mama, charles. we caught up with the world and laughed about shit as we did before. teh-terik and ice-kosongs, we were the same deranged duo as we were years ago.

this obession with chandler bing, i think it's unhealthy. move over jake, move over john (cusack) and even move over eric bana.

there's a new bing in town.
hahahahahaha

//hearing aid: oh what a night - four season

oh i, get a funny feeling

what a weekend. firstly, spent with my mom and the family at a good timsum lunch at fortunate.
mammam. i was so full i couldn't eat for 43 years. (wow, 43 years passed quite fast then)
spent the day with the cousins, walking around town, going for drum lessons. nonetheless i had fun.

bought a keyboard. woots! as in the musical one. not the typy one. sheesh.
bought the sims 2 open for business. funness. woots.
realised i got no more money left! no woots.

the sunday was spent blading with my favourite drama queen charlene. what a day. we talked about life, burdens and just plain had oodles of fun (omg. oodles?!)

monday? spent all day with desmond doing anything i wanted. whoar. he actually allowed to me choose the movie, the place to eat, the place to go. he decides to be a good boy then i decide to make full use of him.

it's been a good weekend. let's hope it stays good.

flaunt is tops in mass commmmmm for feat writing.
i'm going to run up and down the corridoor naked inspired by adeline.

thank you all for being darlings and analics during our ordeal.
in the process, we even found pearl's dream guy. :)

now that's an achievement.

//hearing aid: isn't she lovely - stevie wonder

isn't she lovely made from love?
yes.

east coast started out a little pissy. i got less an 4 hours of rest last night coupled with a heavy advertising interview at godirect. i'm planning to freelance as a campaign helper in the advertising company during the month. oh well. it was ok, besides the weird man who kept asking me scenrio questions while fiddling with the top button of his bursting shirt.

"hawhawhaw," he laughs.
"if there was a blind man behind the wheel of a car and he is speeding towards you, what will you do?"

"well, blind men don't drive, sir."

"well said! hawhawhaw!"

i think i'm not going to get the job.

so off to east coast with desmond and pearl. i'm sorry if i was too fucky during the day. it started off a little tensed but it got much better with my two favourite poly ppl by my side.


eastcoast sky.


the three.


isn't she happy?

yes. i had so much fun, laughing about my dad's assistant davidddddddddd and all the dirty jokes which are not unusual. i love you guys. i think i would be crazy mad if not for you two.

boy, I'm so happy
we have been heaven blessed

//hearing aid: sway - bic runga

i'm practicing your name so i can say it to your face

ah. my friends who got their a's today. i heard some good, some ok and the really bad. my heart broke when she called me.

it was a lazy afternoon. i was meddling with laos and argentina (the mice) oblivious to the a's and then the phone rings screaming her name.

"hello?"
"karen. it's over."
"what? what's over? (pause) Hey? hello?"
"(sobs) i want to burn myself."
"burn yourself? eh, let's not go there ok. is it the boyfriend?"
"no! no! it's my future! i'm fucked ok i'm fucked!"
"fucked? what the hell? are u pregnant? or what? oi, stop crying just tell me!"
"it's like a dream."
"i am holding my a results in my hand."
"oh. hey, don't be so hard on yourself."
"i fucked it up. karen, it's no point!"

and so i spent the good journey to ponggol couselling a girl whom i hadn't talked to for weeks and bounds. she's ok. but her parent's arent. i hope she's ok. she hasn't called yet

so the rest of them who did ok, i'm happy for u. for those like above, didn't, don't fret.

this is just a side thing but:
lilow wanted to be a lawyer. imagine this:

courtroom scene.
lilow: I can prove you were there. because i saw the signs, you opened up my eyes, i saw the signs. Therefore, you are gulity! guilty as a girl can be!

all hail the mambo queen.

//hearing aid: i'll be there for you - the remembrants

your life's always stuck in second gear

arab street was glam. 6 girls, one lunch and one major mission: shop like all sales are going off tml.

i guess the paper before that was ok. it wasn't that bad but it wasn't great either. and my day wouldn't be complete without him pissing me off when i was the happiest twice. i loathe you so much. to the point my fingers and toes curl.

ok so arab street was good till we went to bugis to shop. haha we all bought a lil something for ourselves. ha. problem solved.

i think i'm going to vomit.
you just make me want to hurl.