conversation with matthew loong kai jun.

i know i just blogged like two seconds ago, but i spoke to matt and this is what we talked about:


me: this week at mambo, i saw kok. I was drunk and kept shouting COCK COCK! and i think he didn't hear me.

matt: haha really? he usually responds to that leh haha

me:haha i think he didn't hear me la! hahaha... some drunk girl calling you cock in the middle of love in the first degree, i think he just ignored me

matt:haha next time jus call him big kok(cock) la. then everybody will respond haha

me: HAHAHAHA wtf matt

matt: sebby sure run down to zouk from his hall and respond and say "yes? you called me?"

NOTE: seb is this guy who claims he has a long... legend. the legend claims that he once used it to climb up to his hall window. well.

me: omg, no no seb's cock will tap me on the shoulder and i'll see his cock with a postit: "yessss?" he'll be in hall still. oh the legend.

matt: hahaha wah his cock not so big la, stretch until town area. like that he must pay erp you know

me: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

matt: jus turn his body only. *teet*. minus $1.50

me:
omg omg, why cannot just walk on the pedestrian path, or go after 8pm la. so mah fan!

matt: haha wah piang we damn bad. joke behind his back

me:his cock might be lingering around, you are pretty near him okay.



seb, one day, one day your pants will be at your ankles and the legend will be proven!

only you can set me free.

cos i'm guilty,
guilty as a girl can be
bananarama, love in the first degree



mambo night, as always, was tantalising.
most of all, two mambo virgins were 'popped' and did their first mambo moves that night.

final roll call was me, kev, mer, kris, char and a certain mr. cedric whom i've not seen since 2003. i almost forgot you la brother.

holding our breaths as the mambo king takes his place on the podium, trying madly to follow the rhythm and actions of dying inside to hold you, waving our hands wildly to baby give it up, shaking to dancing queen and sipping cranberry vodka to love generation.

can you believe we were in the dance floor from 1230 - 330 non-stop and i had a total of 3 cigs the entire night? the smoking ban does work magic of cutting my consumption and increasing my tolerance for unpopular smells.


wah lau, survivor china is damn stupid.

circle.

this is the stuff that makes us and it's kind of contagious
won't swallow the pill that life decides to give us
no i see your face in the middle of the storm
can't rely on myself because myself's all gone

there goes the world again i just might lose my head
i'm in your circle now
seven channels, circle.



dear charlene,

every year in september, i start to think of you more than usual. because it's your birthday, and also because we'll spend more time together daunting each other from my birthday till yours.

every year in september, i start to think of what to write about you. i've written pretty much the same things in different order for 3 years now, i think you're starting to get bored, eh.

every year i talk about how much we've been through, how everytime i cry, you're there. I'll talk about us fighting but always be able to make up in the end. I'll talk about your obession with purple which i think is so OCDish. i'll go on and on about how you're so special in my life that without you i might hyperventilate and die without knowing what friendship is.

i might even touch on why we are friends, and good friends. we shop and banter about everything in the sun. i would say that you're one of the people i'm most afraid to disappoint because you have so much light in your eyes when you look at me. heck, i might even talk about how you are so special to me, that i thank God you came into my life after the national education quiz 1999.

oh, maybe i'll say that you've seen me through my worst days and the brightest moments and how you never fail to make me feel good about myself. i would talk about how we grew up to be people we both aspire to be, and how we both became successes in our own right. sigh

see char, there's nothing much to talk about.


happy birthday, my bestest.

exposed.

my my, i forgot about this picture.




i honestly, have no idea why, when or how we took this picture. particularly on the why. i do remember, the non-involved was laughing so hard that we fell onto the sand and got our hair all fucked.


i dare you to guess who.

it's just a part of nature's way

to say you've grown a little more
trees have rings and thicker branches
kids shoes get a little tighter

the celebration for char's big two-o was, satisfying.
sentosa, night sky, breeze, good food, happy guests and great conversation summed up the night.
not to mention mid-air collisions and tau poks.

i'll let the pictures tell the story.

we blindfolded her for an hour before unveiling her suprise.


buffet spread: thanks to russ and kenneth for aglio olio, mer and kris for chicken, ade for chips, kev for drinks, seno for the car and others who contributed to the food.


the organisers with the organised. russ, kenneth, me and char.



char and the boyfriend.


kev, char and seno.


garden party.


our resident american sweethearts.

during the course of the night, maybe due to alcohol or pure adrenline, we all ended up being a little airbone.

look ma, no hands!


reliving the childhood hero fantasy.


crouching tiger, hidden talents.


mid-air collision


i really can't remember what happened here, i think he found us after a long time.

and to pay tribute to all the army boys present... TAUPOK!

ganging up on char.

enjoy the following girl on girl action.

last but not least, we thought we were so hot, we decided to do an america's next top model shoot. oh i think i'm going to look back in a few years and try and burn the internet.



most of all, char - happy birthday. we all love you. (that's why we let you taupok us,)

group hug.

superconnected.

i hold the candle and the truth i see
seems like i'm dreaming
but i know i'm still awake
hold me down through the broken part of me
in case i try to run and escape

you ask me the question
are you superconnected with me
and i'll come running after you

my friends say where did it go
the face that always used to glow
but i just don't know
what to tell them now, somehow
i've lost the plot along the way
i can't find the words to say
but i know i'll find you there tonight

try to find some kind of piece of mind
a change of pace
but i'm running out of time just when
i know i'll find you there

compress soul a vacant place that was torn
from me revolve into your reality
and i know i'll find you there tonight

superconnected, seven channels

i'm here for you.

journey.

it's a long long journey
but i'll find my way home to you.
journey, corrinne may.

if there's someone who can make me cry, it's corrinne may.

tonight was special for two reasons: i spent it with my most reliable and trusted girlfriend, charlene and i went back to marina mandarin's aquamarine after two years working for them.

the food, did not disappoint. it felt so much better to eat the food very openly and not squatting by the kitchen counter seeing if the managers are coming in or not.

the chefs were all still there, chef foo even made his 'will-solve-everything' roast pork for me and char. and it was just comforting.

from the ouside.


anti-clockwise: fresh scallop, smoked lobster, hamachi sushi, chawamushi, fresh mussel. this is about one eighth of the buffet. there was indian cuisine, western delights, local panfare, sushi counter, seafood on ice, appetizers and two dessert counters: chocolate and non-chocolate.

we all know karen went head first into the chocolate.


anti-clockwise: chocolate truffle cake, fondue dipped cream puff, bailey's choc mousse, non-alcoholic choc mousse, and chocolate raspberry cake.

i died and went to heaven, fell from grace, became a mortal just to taste it again.



most importantly, i spent it with char.

someone who i can truely call and cry and laugh and love.
happy birthday girl, wait till u see tomorrow!


when pride builds me up till I can't see my soul
will you break down these walls and pull me through

i believe you will.

you’re covered in my skin

oh we better, get away
send a letter, bombs away
breaking benjamin, skin

when i was over at shaun's, his brother called from london.
i chatted with him for a bit about the weather, typically london and asked him about what's the in thing over there.

"skins."

eh, skin was pretty much in since the bikini was legally allowed to be worn outside your house.



"no no, not skin. skins, it's this OC type show on E4. it's damn entertaining. because there's nudity, sex, drugs and swearing. the first episode is all about some guy getting laid. really good stuff."

i went home and blog surfed to find that even mavis was talking about skins. and to my happiness, it was on youtube.

eh it's really quite good. i've downed 3 epidsodes (that's 18 clips) in one sitting. it helps that the main guy, tony (played by nick hoult) is goddamn easy on the eye.



want to spread him on a biscotti and have him for tea right?


time to get under my skin.

the emmy's special.

since the emmy's in town, let's have a little fun

i see the emmys every year on tv, honoring shows we never have on our singapore shores. it's quite sad actually, and some shows are huge hits over in US. So i came up with a list of shows and awards we and they should have.

best CSI-wannabe show on singapore tv - Cold Case



one of the best shows in terms acting and filming, cold case centres around a team of detectives that dig up the past (talk about pack ratting) and try to solve cases that happened like 40 years ago. The filming is superb, better than alot of crap we see on tv.

other nominees
criminal minds - cannot picture thomas gibson in anything besides dharma and greg.
without a trace
law & order special victim's unit

best banned american comedy that will never hit singapore shores due to homosexuality content - Will & Grace








will & grace evolves around the lives of affluent gay lawyer, will trumen and jewish flat chested interior designer, grace atler. Throw in 'he thinks he is god's gift to men' Jack and 'more alcohol than blood in her system' karen, you get the best mix of gay pride and straight up humor. Despite it being so adorable, chic and incredibly quirky, it will never come to singapore so go bit torrent it.

other nominees:
sex in the city - too much sarah jessica's parka.
family guy
little britan - okay okay. they would have won if it wasn't from bloody britan.

best talkshow because singapore doesn't have one (good morning singapore does not count) - talkshow with spike fereston



ok fine, this is shown in singapore and if you have caught it, it is really funny. because it dares to do stupid crazy things that tonight with gurmit doesn't dare. like make pluto cry and get their CEO of tv to lap dance the host. ugh, interested already right?

other nominees:
oprah - she's rich so it's enough for her.
ellen - we have one gay winner, it seems unfair if she won.
david letterman

best documentary that will never be a stay-home-saturday show on channel 5 -road to guantanamo



a story that will both shock you and invoke you, road to guantanamo journeys through 4 friends who take a road trip and end up in a maximum security prison for 3 years. this is a total bias win by the way.

other nominees:
bowling for columbine
inconvenient truth
deliver us from evil

best reality tv show that is not amazing race or survivor - beauty and the geek



haiyo, put a man who has absolutely no chance in hell to date a gorgeous bimbo and you have gold. it's the mere selling of true "love" defeating all boundaries including thick rimmed glasses and the dewy decimal system.

other nominees:
big brother
whose's line is it anyway - the loss was due to lack of gorgeous women in the show. watching 4 men tickling each other might not be as attractive.
pirate master
wife swap - oh, this one won for the 'most number of applicants ever for a reality tv series".

lastly,

best we thought you died - bob saget (entourage)



america's funniest home videos did you well mr saget, then u became some pimp and druglord. not bad for coming back as a snooty neighbour and charming us to remembering how you come through a 70's theme door into our lives.

other nominees:
charlie sheen (three and a half men)
mary kate and ashley (factory girl)
pat sajak (mentioned in kayne west's remix of usher's song: confessions part II)
kiefer sutherland (24)


ok, everything that is bias.

carpe diem.

sieze the day. live extraordinarily.

mr. keating, dead poets society.

after watching dead poets society again, i realised how much i love that film. besides the obvious push for freedom of poetry and love of literature, it teaches us to hold on to the very dream and passion we humans were meant to have.

believe you me, everyone has dreams. even the mad man that walks the void deck, even our parents. the fuddy duddy teacher at the blackboard to the cleaning aunty, all have dreams.

i've not heard a genuine dream in a long time. when i ask my friends about what their dreams are, what they aspire deep within their hearts, it's always something safe. that's the difference between a dream and a goal - one has the sky as its limit, one just doesn't have a limit.

the younger we are, the more we dare to dream. my six-year-old niece dreams to be a full-time princess, a vision flagged on by catching the latest movie by disney. as she ages, it would turn less and less extravagant and more and more mundane. soon she'll tell me her dream is to have 2 kids and be a hougang housewife.

I've yet to hear a dream that would make me go, wow, is that even possible?. it's been so long since i've seen fiery passion for anything besides money and career and maybe sex. quite ridiculous when we're told to dream when we were little but set goals when we are older.

living extraordinarily. that's my dream for now.



side note: please go watch dead poet's society. again if you have already done so. i bought it recently and it was just incredible to watch robin williams. that movie is just plain poetry in motion when it comes to mr. williams. next on my list: good morning, vietnam.

living for the weekend.

he's not a guy that you'd call understanding
she sees him weekends just to keep her hand in
farrah, living for the weekend.

recently, i spent sometime with my weekend boyfriend.



cb was as usual, full of laughs and ancedotes of mass comm lives and theories of why we turned out like we are.



army is taking him on saturday. he will serve the army which equates our relationship to be deduced to week meet ups with 4 o'clock deadlines for booking in.

vi-la-gaye was satisfying. chicken soup, mash potato, rosti, calamari, soft shelled crabs and waffles. sigh, poor boy is going to be eating chye peng for the next two years, better savour the food.



we hopped on down to liquid gold, this 'ktv, sports, ahbeng' looking bar at princesep which in the end proved pretty alright. decor inside was pretty but we sat outside and beer was 23/jug.

so ok la, got cigs, got beer, got weekend boyfriend. life's quite peachy.

note to you-know-who-you-are: we are friends not only because we just click, but also because we geninuely care about each other. i never saw our friendship as one-sided, no matter how little you are physically there for me. everytime i called you, you'll always cheer me up. never mind it being a 5min conversation, i end up with a smile on my face and you'll end up with a grin on yours. you know i love you, you the kind of person you are and probably even the person you might never become. and if "the person in question" cannot see that, know that at least one other person does.


She's living for the weekend,
going up the west end,
waiting for her two day paradise.

i'm a wicked one

another safety pin through his cheek
and he's three chords short of a punkrock song.
the hive, i'm a wicked one.

after class today, me and 3 classmates had good lunch. there was a void in us, and we were wondering what could fill that hole in our hearts.

then, we saw it.



beer! apparently, they are from south park (kill-kenny)

food for thought was a nice little hide-away from the city in the city. made with love from local bakers from all over the island, the cakes are extremely sinful and yet heartwarmingly simple.





me and classmates, besides ravaging the beer (sans me), had two of their bakes that day - nutella cupcakes and banana chocolate cake with malteses.

i heart nutella cupcake.

i heart banana choc maltese cake too.

beer was only 5 - 8 bucks per pop (all day) cakes range from 2 - 6 bucks. ok right? char should go and makan there, their main courses look awesome too.

just look at how happy the men are drinking at 1pm on a weekday. they are both called edric. so odd.





after that, i hopped to kembangan to see my long lost love kevin. he just came back from hongkong and said he had a surprise for me!

KRISPY KREME! I KISS YOU KEVIN!


i thought krispy kremes were the best donuts, and today i have been proven right.


and he knows me so well.

days like this makes me wish i had a high metabolism rate.

are you goin to scarborough fair?

remember me to one who lives there,
she once was a true love of mine
scarborough fair, simon & garfunkel

today, is fun fair day for my choir at st mikes. i shall let the pictures do the talking.

LAM JU! that's kenneth. at the store. i'm quite scared.


the trojan men of ephrem music ministry.


beatrice, and her "D" grade art work for the stall.


her humble (and underpaid) workers.


PUBLICITY TEAM! i shall respond the spartan way: ARRRR-OOOOOO!

our lam ju (lime juice) and konnyahooooo! (konnyaku jelly) sold like hotcakes. we think this is our secret weapon: endearing sales people.

shark attack!


the happy biter.


meanie, me and brian. i'm the mayo between their veggie sandwich.


suppose-to-be-concentrating-on-making-jelly-bernie and on-the-actual-task-casilda.


the famous monkey face. rus has not done that since 2004 in spotlight.


my best friends. char, on rus, me and kenn.


BOTAKS!


my latest army casualty.


male model, rus and tummy-rubbing char.


this is what i call dedication. he was advertising for us WHILE sleeping. also the same guy who yelled "HOW AM I SUPPOSE TO GO TO CHURCH TML?!" when he was drunk on his 21st birthday. respect.


we call this the 'NSMEN magazine' shot. caption is how to get a hot girl with less hair.


our neighbours, eugene and roslind. they made mini donut with cinnamon and choc mousse. omg. if this weren't a church thing, there would be more moaning going on.

ended the day with hairspray and a phone number.
not bad right?