//survivor//

i'm better than that.

cheeky monkey's yesterday was in one word: wow.

i expected the old cheekys with the smelly beer filled with horny men grouping and smoking and have trysts everywhere.
but it was so amazingly fun. met mer's friends from the all over the place.

there was almost no one in the club but it was so happening we didn't care! it felt like a private function and we owed the place. there were about 10 of us so it was crazy fun. the guys were damn on and were game to do anything i guess.

but the highligh was KUMAR dancing with this guy. everyone just stopped and stared at him went he took the dancefloor. for a guy, he has a rockin' body and boy can he shake and yao. damn sexy ok. me and mer were standing there with our jaws touching the floor is awe. he was damn flirty to a porno extent (there was a point he started wanking for fun) but he got everyone's attention man.

then it was back to the dance floor for the rest of the night. i just danced and danced and the last song was 'in the end' where this guy asked for a dance.
nice guy, ken i think he's name was.
he was yelling at me for the whole song and i was yelling back (it was an angsty song ma)
and we just collapsed laughing.

the whole gang went for yassin and smokes.
then back for mer's place where we talked till the sun rose.

just for oogling.





i'm just so happy :)

//small sacrifice//

let's start with a review:



me, char and mer visited this swanky tea lounge cum scandanivian place at milennia walk. it's called abof (pronounced as above). i had a bite of the smoked salmon open sandwich. amazing, it was their special homemade bread with scrambled eggs and smoked salmon topped with lettuce and radishes.

then came the blueberry cheesecake. char swears it's the best she has ever tasted. quite creamy but not overly. it just sits on the flat of your tongue until it just melts away. you then taste the blueberry paste which is sweet but has a honey like texture. not bad not bad.

mine was the best. warm dark chocolate cake with vanilla ice cream. it was in a shape of a volcano and i found out why cos it was oozing with the best damn tasting chocolate mousse ever. it just flowed and flowed. it's taste was sweet but not citrus. i was blown away. must eat it with the strawberries. sour and sweet, warm with the chill of the ice cream, it was a perfect match.

besides that, i hung out with kev today.



we hung out like we use to, our lazy afternoons at starbucks talking about everything under the sun.
i think i didn't get use to the eyeliner nor the chilvary that was present today.
we went for carl's junior. whoar. damn song
then URS for some shopping.
quietly he followed me. haha without a word of complaint can.

oh and thanks sam for the present.

okie, enough said: it's time to hit the clubs.

//beautiful mistake//

in the morning
i met up with terence for breakfast. he came over to pick me up bright and early at 8am and we went over to marina mandarin for breakfast before sending me off to work.
it was a good talk we had, spanning from relationships to babies. from our parents to our siblings.
by the way, the breakfast is still as fantastic. we had it at the sushi bar, near a window. the spread fantastic, the waiters, not bad not bad.

in the afternoon
work was fine, not for certain new information that caused me breakfast. spent the day calling people and planning the event coming up. had damn good prawn mee for lunch and talked to my dearest colleague but she's leaving to become a broadcast journalist. how fucking cool hor.

in the evening
met with kenneth and steph and elaine for dinner at adams. haha we have betrayed our bitching hole for now. the food is really fantastic, esp the mee soup. but somehow, i wasn't as hungry or piggish as usual.
band prac was fast and painless.

in the morning
met up with merlynn and ken for a chat.
it's people like these that make things clearer.


off to club my sorrows away.

//be with me.//

i'm mad

not because you left me alone.
not because you threw away what could be and is one of the most beautiful times of our lives.
not because you went ahead in front of me when i was sick and did not care
not because you didn't even give me time to grief
not because you are irresponsible
not because it is the worse time for this to happen
not because like the other 3904854 times you put yourself before me


but because you met a friend for 2 weeks and decided to listen to him rather than your own heart.

//atas-ness//

as me and merlynn sat under our void decks inhaling our mochi and drinking our cokes,
we thought of what it would be like to be successful.

we talked about how we all thought louis vuitton was for old aunties cos of the print. but in devil wears prada, the LV bag was so drop dead gorgeous.

we talked about walking around in jimmy choos, much like this one:



and swinging our marc jacobs:



inside our bags would be our vertus and our ferragamo wallets and our burberry shawls





and on our noses our dior sunnies and our fingers tiffany's or cartier (courtesy of boyfriend/husband/life partner)





while we dine al fresco at shangri-la's high tea and our other halves indulge in a round of golf at tanjong rhu.


buying branded products at an obviously overpriced value is like wearing pretty underwear:
it might be a bit uncomfortable but it makes you feel damn shiok.

//the timetable has come//

when i chose my electives, i rechose about 4 or 5 times.
yet when i think about it again, i'm still unhappy.

i'm in advanced pr, radio journ and documentary productions.
choices 1, 2 and 5 respectively.

for no. 1, i'm beyond happy. PR is great, and i really want to make that my career.
for no. 2, i'm torn. I chose radio over acting because it's something more substainial. When i graduate, i would have majored in radio instead of something less well-recieved like acting. but crikes. i love acting. i've been acting since i was 7 and heck, i've never stopped.
it's all a matter of chosing your passion over what is really needed. and all the people i love and adore are in that class. it's fucky shitty.

no. 3 BAH. I don't even like documentary production. I don't know what came over me. the boyfriend played me out and didn't even put it in his list of choices, i don't know what to look forward to.

and i thought it was a barginning chip but who the fuck wants doc pro and hasn't got it?!

I didn't even get close to my 3rd choice which is ad cre. wouldn't have made it anyway.

ugh. so a basic summary is that pr rocks and doc pro sucks donkey shit.

//hollywood babies//

in case you haven't seen vanity fair:



i think she's one of the most beautiful hollywood babies i have ever seen.
yes she was hidden from our eyes for 4 months.
but i think she would have looked a lot worse when she was fat and her hair was non-existant
and her features were all smudged from too much crying and breast milk.

baby suri.
damn pwetty.

//dedicated//



dear charlene,

the years gone by faster than ever. i met you ten years ago is an old school compound. we talked and laughed and played with each other's hairs. we acted together, sang together and did art together. then came boys and complication and we lost a few months of friendship between us. boy am i glad we decided to talk to each other again.

through the years, you saw me through heartache and happiness, anger and sadness, euphoria and pain and went throw test after trial after obstacle. i remember we use to lie in your bed with the helicopter light next to us and while away our time. you saw me through many nights of teh teriks and boo-hooing, you listened to my whining and constant ranting.

it's people like you who make me smile and think about how lucky i am. when i see how we have become integral parts of each other's lives and routines, i am relieved. relieved that i have a friend who supports me through thick and thin and rough and smooth. relieved that it's not just a 'let's go shopping for a week and bye i'll never see you again' friendship. i'm so glad it's a week after week i know what happened in your life and am part of it relationship.

as you celebrate your 19th, be glad and proud that you have been a great friend and confidante. char, thanks for every tiny little thing you have done, your are you home safely smses, your hugs every sunday morning, your going on the internet and finding solutions. thanks for every big thing you have done too, your planning my birthday, helping out in yc, your willing to get pie in your face. i love you girl for who you are and what you have achieved and especially what kind of friend you have become.

happy 19th birthday char.

//cranium//

char's birthday celebrations was a hoot.

first up at fig and olive, this fantastic resturant at bencoolen. pasta and mediterrean cuisine made our day. we all had a good laugh to at the house band when they sang happy birthday to char and no one could catch the tune to it. like it was an alienated birthday song, the runner up to a compose your birthday song competition.

next off the settlers cafe. my virgin experience was amazing. we all sat around this cosy sofa area and all dug into 4 serious hours of yelling, charading, humming, sculpting and basically trying desperately to win. we played this really retarded game called 'you must be an idiot' where you had to answer questions wrongly.

according to kenneth, the guy who was thrown into the lion's den in the bible was snoop dogg.
and according to nick, the capital of china is the great wall
and according to me, the name of the lion in Narnia is simba.

then we played this game called cranium where your partner had to guess simple answers but your method of getting the answers right is really odd. like humming, and dancing and charading and drawing with your eyes closed.
wah lau, i laughed until a swear, a little pee came out.

the last game in a desperate gasp of air was the animal game (i dunno the real name leh). we each had an animal and we had to make a sound to it. and then we open cards and if you and another person had the same card, you have to make the other person's sound.

it was really retarded cos we did sounds totally not relevant to our animals.
mer's mouse went WEEEEEE
and ken's duck: GAGAGAGAGAGAGA

then we made it worse by putting actions to it. wah lau. with a little bit of alcohol in our blood, we all just went.


the resturant we makaned at.


seno and char, before we attacked.


we attacked


what are boyfriends for?


the organisers. haiyo.


kenny was to write NU LI (hardwork) on his new panty.


it starts out fine


but we are never satisfied with fine


we go all the way.


a group hug.


settlers. woots


i think it was during cranium and kenneth's team lost because he wasn't paying attention.

did u know the fig is the most mentioned fruit in the bible.
now you do.

//inhospitable environment//

i found a job.

i was looking for one, but not that actively. and suddenly, an old friend calls me up and asks me if i'm interested in events. oh yes i said, and ok she went. met up for a gruelling interview: my boss is so thorough it's creepy.

and now you are looking at karen wong, sai kang warrior of the company.

it's not bad pay, i only have to go to the office 3 times a week, the other 2 days out with clients and get paid by the hour.
so i'm contented, my colleagues are wonderful but the office ppppppuuuuuunnnnnni. smaller than my room. but the chocs and coke keep us happy in that tiny storeoffice or sorts.

ugh. money is slowly slowly coming in.
s-l-o-w-l-y.

//i saw the signs//

zouk.4sept06

zouk was impromtu.
"do u want to go to zouk tonight?" "maybe." "come la." "ok."
i don't remember zouk being so much fun. though the throngs of gropy horny ns men, phuture was fantastic. the dj was on my side. the old school rnb was damn happening. we danced and danced till we got really really high.
off to zouk where mambo took over.
the dj was also on my side. we didn't leave the dance floor for two hours straight. went out for some air, and went back to phuture. danced till the lights came on and our ears kept ringing.

yassin.7sept06

yassin was a suprise. went there for late night supper with merlynn and got philip, meanie and edric AND xueyun and mel seck. the night of one on one supper became a fight night special.

if only days like this lasted forever.
he's leaving on a jet plane.

//i went home//

what a tiring day.

i went to meet my axed-colleagues for lunch. holland v never looked so appealing before.
i missed dean and his shouts of joy and pain.
i missed lynda and with her mariah carey impersonations
i missed dora and her cubicle song
i missed shouchen and his guilt trips
i missed tien and her smiley 930am face.

wah lau. lunch with them was so good. i laughed like i did for 5 months.

imsg


wah lau, people can't wait to leave work, i can't bear to.

//castle in the cloud//

i was watching discovery channel today and guess what i want to buy:




it's hearst's castle with 3 villas, one main residence and like 472673456 toilets and stuff.
126 million.

do u think they accept nets?

//episode 6 of season 6//

i love pottery barn
not just in love, but madly madly madly i want to marry it in love

since my parent's lovey dovey 4673456735th honeymoon to shanghai,
thus leaving me and the brother to fight the washing machine and armies of magic clean wipes
all by ourselves,

i have been looking out for renovation options for my room.
(yes my mother has finally confirmed that we are moving out in nov for renovations to START!)
i got to thinking about pottery barn when in episode 6 season 6, rachel moved in with phoebe and bought pottery barn stuffs much to phoebe's anti-industrialism, anti mass production protests.

so i hopped over to pottery barn dot com
and fell so madly in love.

i have decided on:

this bed


with this wardrobe/dresser


with this desk


with this shelf in white


and this sofa


ugh. they don't ship to singapore.