something strange, in your neighbourhood.

who ya gonna call?
ghostbusters!

halloween 08 was, well, great. this time, i got into zouk, only because i was working which didn't turn out to be work in the end and so i had a blast.

zouk proved to be happening, cause that's where all the costumes went for a night out. i saw the duracell bunny, barney, bender from futurama, a group of zombies, a milk carton and many many very original ideas.

but the music was too trance for us so we hopped to plush for the rest of the night.
good company, excellent time for halloween.

i'll let the pictures tell you.


left to right on who's who: joanne as witch, matt as construction worker, kenneth as doctor with no pants, ashton as zorro/zorhoe, yunwen as vampire vixen, me as prehistoric woman, sebby as puss in boots, sera as CSI, candy as no. 1 jockey, ed as confused 80s schoolboy, lingjun as leopard/my pet, kev as hannibal lector and well, i forgot her name but she was fun!

me and my lion pimp. isn't he like the most awesome lion pimp ever?

hannibal lector meets cavewoman.

when my lion left, i got a leopard to match.

sera arrests the dead cheerleader, merlynn tong.

doctor and the duracell bunny!

cavewoman turned villan.

my lovely classmates: candy, ed and sera.

V meets H.

my guess it's some elvis/las vegas performer.

ghostbuster!

H and the schoolboy getting it on and hot.

zorro and ms CSI.

doc and schoolboy all in tightie-whiteties.

at 4am, i got a call from another classmate colin who - brace yourself - got his car stuck in the middle of a field.



yes, he was stuck on the field at magazine road for a good 30mins and his friend had to tow him out. it was the most hilarious shit i have seen.

in the end, we all headed out to clementi for some good old fashion prata and milo and headed home at about 530am.


next year, we're going as mahjong tiles.
PONG!

raf rambo sexx.

i spoke about the excites party at oosh for raf's birthday and the photos are in.
the theme was safari glam ala robert cavalli and kenneth's token safari glam outfit is:



got crocodile. haiyo like that also can come.

we had a quiet cabana by the waterfall at oosh, all 12 of us squeezed comfortably together. it's really quiet a nice place to chill out with your buddies and me and kenneth agreed it was a 6th date kind of place.

the pictures will tell all. ugh.

all of us.

linus, farhan, me and kenneth.

gourmet cupcakes that nurul bought - bailey's irish cream and double choc fudge. i had 3. DON'T JUDGE ME I COULD NOT DRINK ALCOHOL. CUPCAKES ARE MY ONLY REASON TO LIVE.

birthday boy, the ranger raf rambo sexx.

suddenly, our animal instincts took over. here we see it in shafi, farhan and kailin.

raf thinks he's singapore's next tops models.

we got alittle carried away with the whole inner animal thing.

kenneth especially.

me and nuruls who i have not seen in 32857348907 years.

and the birthday boy and his little naughty present. fucking cute la.

there's a wedding this week which means shopping is due.
yay!

for a break that will make it ok.

there's always some reason
to be not good enough
sarah mclachlan, angel

i read sera's blog.
a song that wrenches you, and makes you just crumble, rethink.

that song is angel for me.

for then, for now, for my future. when i hear this song, especially when i'm in need of some sort of emotional checkout, i just want to cry and let the tears bleed out of me.

right now, it's a time where this song comforts me.
i don't know why i'm here in my life, where i am forced to be happy.

i hate burdening the people around me with my little insecurities and problems. everyone else has their own pain, and they deal with it. i'm not the sort who sits and yacks non stop about how painful my life is and how hard it is to deal with right now.

but i think i'm finally feeling it, depressing as it may sound. i'm depressed, forced from the warmth of the world, the sun on my skin. i've made it to the dark side, which i've used all my energy avoiding.

kenneth said he needs me to start talking about it and if i have reach the point, i have to let it out. i don't know how, how do u lament? how do u pour your heart out to a total stranger, someone who doesn't understand the tragedy of your life?


i've given up trying to be happy for myself.
i've come to terms that there might never be that stage in life.

electric voices.

all the jaded memories
they bring me right to my knees you say
seven channels, electric voices

today, me and kev went halloween shopping.

the most effect sign i have seen.

i must say, the next series of pictures might bring down my self esteem and raise my reputation of being 'the most daring plus sized girl in the world'.

at arab street, we found a huge costume shop with every costume you can think off. from animals to fairy tales to balls of fury type, no. 1 costumes is truely, number 1.

talk about blonde bombshell.

are you horny? cause i am.

"HEE HEE"

he always wanted his own car.

my turn. i have more fun with hair styles.

i call this elf glam.

blonde is better.

disco inferno.

after what seemed like too much laughs and the shop closing, we headed to this uber nice Egyptian resturant to eat kebabs. it was good. too bad i was too stuffed for dessert, i heard their desserts are to die for.

yassin with the boys later and that sums up karen's halloween shopping.
we're going again on thursday.


DON'T JUDGE ME.

animal.

i cry wolf, given mouth to mouth
like a movin' heartbeat in the witching hour
def leppard, animal.


safari glam night at oosh was fun.
yes, we all bothered to turn up in outfits that salute the wonderful world of the african savannah.
me and my zebra pumps, snake skin watch and bambi badge and my outrageous kenneth came in his oh-so-appropriate 'crocodile' brand polo tee.

kudos to nurul for the wonderful set up and fighting for the seat next to the waterfall.




oosh seriously is the place to chill into a night of good conversation and company.
there were individual cabanas with sofas and tables for privacy and what i loved about the place is that it wasn't leveled so it felt like you were in the great outdoors.

happy birthday to raf sexx now also known as rambo raf. you looked absolutely gorgeous in your safari inspired police/park ranger suit. so incredibly glam.

then it was off to kenneth's for rugby world cup finals - england vs south africa.
i have zero interest in rugby just to let you know, but i was pretty awake because of:



ah, i'm not one of those butches who pretend to watch rugby for the passionate sports and know the game. i watch rugby for the men. MEN IN TIGHTS and in this case, MEN IN WHITE TIGHTS.

so much muscle definition, so much happiness.

besides kenn and me, matt and andrew came over. ashley popped by for 3 potato chips and rendered unfit for rugby. whilst three hardcore rugby fans ooh-ed and ah-ed at the prospect of england winning their second victory, the first time a team would do so if they won, i sat there and admired God's beautiful creations.



hey, don't judge me.

be still my heart.

and i thought, be still my heart
this could be a brand new start, with you.

since my epiphany, many people have called to offer advice/wake-up-your-idea talks. i'm so grateful for the multitude of friends i have, those who call the minute they sense i'm away from my normal endearing self. (well, i am entitled to one self-praising sentence after all i've been through ok.)

on the day i fell, kev took me to east coast for beer, wind and crashing waves. he brought his guitar and played that very song that i heard to gab's face. it didn't make me cry, ironically, it made me realised how near gab is to me.

i loved the wind in my face, the sweet rhythm of the guitar in my ears, taste of asahi on my lips and my heart, superconnected.

the next day, russ paid me a visit.
sushi teh was very stressful. considering we went through this:

that in 45 mins, crazy hungry biatch.

and he ends up looking like this. serves you right for eating 5 plates of salmon.

today, kenneth and cheered me up since i was sick today. fucking rash got worse after yesterday. a raging fever rendered me unfit for work, but by evening i had to eat so i convinced kenneth to 'pon tang' class and off we went.



but as all lazy homebodies, we ended up at his place looking through his wardrobe which is fucking fantastic. i took home suspenders and a red belt, like salvation army. most of all i want this:



but it's his brother's. damn it.

highlight? going through old albums of memories of him when he was a wee kid. yes, naked pictures galore, some taken artistically, some just like softcore porn. going through the pictures brought our friendship to a totally new level, especially when i saw a spreadeagle crotch situation.

my three boys, cheered to no end. i don't care how they say men will never understand women, because you seem to get me to the tee.


i'm alive and well,
your spirit is within me.

but I'll be close behind

no blinding light or tunnels to gates of white
just our hands clasped so tight
waiting for the hint of a spark
if heaven and hell decide
that they both are satisfied
illuminate the no's on their vacancy signs
death cab for cutie, i will follow you into the dark.

last night, in the chill and whirl of my room,
watching postsecret's youtube videos,
swallowing my pride
curled up in my chair,

i thought of you.

it suddenly hit me that you're no longer in existance.

it suddenly dawned on me that we could have made it.
we could have become more than things would dare us to.

and amidst all the fights and screaming matches we had,
all the times i said i didn't care,
or all the times you gave in to me
and all the times we just wanted to leave it alone,
i really, truely think you could have been the one person who could accept me
when everyone didn't.

and when i went to sleep last night, with my face sticky from tiredness and tears
i thought of you and that when i woke up, light will make everything translucent again.
that i will see past the fact that, i will never be able move on from you,
or take you with me into the dark.

but when light came,
it made everything transparent. and bright.
everything seeped from the darkness
into obviousness.
i'm, speechless with the emptiness that greeted me.

at work, a colleagues friend passed away suddenly during the morning
i had so much to say to him, telling him my story of loss with you
how you gallantly went, and how i graciously let you go.
but i held back, not wanting to ruin the memory i etched in my mind.

you might never know how i feel
or you might know everything,
i wish i knew too, why we so together, can be so apart.

and somehow i don't want to get out of this feeling
of loss and of loneliness,
a sketchy innuendo of pity
and of a chance wasted by death.
on the other hand, no use crying over spilled milk.


i need to get out of here.
go somewhere. where i can transcend with you.

and the soles of your shoes are all worn down
the time for sleep is now
it's nothing to cry about
cause we'll hold each other soon
the blackest of rooms

i'm a geek

because she fall in love too often that's what the matter
at least I talk about it keep a pattern of flattery
geek in the pink, jason mraz.

i feel really bad for my mother because she spent all weekend doing 500 names of some school thing manually on the computer and now her thumb drive is corrupted and she has to retype all the names.

when i saw the corrupted message, i felt tears in my eyes. oh, poor mummy. guess i'll be at home this weekend typing with her.

besides that, kenneth, the love of my life, came over to prepare himself for his possible imac. that immaculate product of apple. that oh-so-gorgeous piece of machinery. i cannot imagine what it will be like launching photobooth for the first time and clicking the beautiful icons on that magnificant monster of a machine.

and on top of that, we played iLike quiz on face book for 45mins non-stop together and he kept yelling the crash burnout-inspired-warcry: TAKEDOWN! everytime he got a question right. eh, at least he's scoring somewhere.

and on top of that, me and sera went spending our non-existent money today at bugis, letting out our inner lians to get the best prices for our buys. not bad, in the end we got what we wanted.

and on top of that, the doctor has dignosed me as SERVERLY ALLERGIC TO ALCOHOL. it's like saying you are allergic to air. srsly, when i heard it i laughed and tried to tell her that my rash (ok, it's not that bad) was not itchy la, not irritating. she looked at me and smiled, "alcohol only what, not say water or what." she insults the pleasure in life, how dare the atrocities that spew from her lips! it's like insulting mother theresa - the representative of good and kindness. or insulting a carebear, a defenseless, semi-harmless, feel-good remedy to boring saturday afternoons evenings nights.

and on top of that, i had a slumber party deux at kris's place just for the heck of it. we ate cookies and chips, watched chick flicks, read our old letters to each other, wore pajamas, gossiped about 'lack-of-sex/love/men' in our lives and took one too many cookie-induced-high photos.

i'm typing backwards.
fuck, my journal is due on thursday and i am suppose to have 9 articles in.

as of now, i have 5.
and i haven't wrote 5 complete ones.


damn you mass comm + real life.

plush toy

and I feel, so much depends on the weather
So is it raining in your bedroom?
stone temple pilots, plush.

as mentioned before, a bunch of us headed to this new place, called plush. it replaced (shock shock horror horror!!) velvet dragon and i can see it sticking around for a bit.

the drinks were dirt cheap, music pretty alright. not too crowded, not to empty. the company was awesome as usual with kenneth, kevin, mer, xueyun, ling jun, sera, edric and me. and charmaine and minyi came to bunk in as well.

and you know with me, there are ALWAYS incriminating photos.










i think i did those things while i was sober.
sheesh.

iamassgee.

plush was good. we took like 4862705348967 photos.
so wait a while.

in the mean time, for your entree: my work place.

many people have asked me, so exactly where do u work at.
and who do you work with?
and why are they so bloody endearing?

so today, i present to you - a typical day in imsg.

first we see the office. a house in chip bee gardens.



so quaint, so tucked away.

then we meet my colleagues. warning, the images you are about to see might scar you for life

there is of course, dean.
resident jon bon jovi slash carebear ian.

only the sweetest girl on earth, mel.

anton, the german nazi grandmother guy.

the hottie, shouchen.

and

jo, i'm-so-pretty and lynda i'm-so-unglam.

so the day starts off with breakfast.



our favourite is always krispy kreme especially if it is served by a flamboyant gay man.



we try to get some work done.



and escape for a smoke break or two.



sometimes we get distracted through out the day.



you know, with flirting and such.



and before you know it, it's time for lunch.
so we walk out together.



sometimes, we disagree on where to eat lunch.



but it always works out.
we go to hawker centre to makan.



here's where we truly be ourselves.



back to the office we go.
some stuff to clear. some emails to email.
sometimes, we go out to the village to get some magazines.



before you know it, it's time to head home.



and public transport is the way to go.



that sums up a day at imsg.
and you guys wonder why i love going to work.