a spark'ring christmas

reeling from the aftermath of food, booze and merry christmas,
i finally got the pictures from the inaugural spark'ring christmas.

i shall let the pictures tell the story:

our social event of the year!

candy love :)

our first attempt to cook corn and the person behind it is...

ed the man.

cupboard sisters.

our time spent was quite humourous.

life in 3.

"who took my chicken wing!?"

the boys of old town - stanley, ed, pang and colin.

what atrocities does the night behold?

self explanatory - kev's not a good cook.

merry x'mas biatches!

kenneth and our forfeit for losing charades - dancing!

ling jun as the main joke(r) of the game circle of death.

and mer doing the same

...and kev.

and colin enjoying it very much

the game ended with a explosion of liquor, cards and brooms.

the first night ended. I was pleased.
(going to hell, going to hell)

the second day was spend just lazing around, watching country bears and YOUR MOTHER RETURNS (the mummy returns) and finally, a night by the beach, some johnnie walker and company.

spark'ring!

so this is christmas.

merry christmas!
merry merry christmas!

as you can see i love christmas to bits.
it's free love everywhere.

this christmas was quiet. which is good too.
chrismas eve was spent with char, nick, russ, kenneth. which equates to kittylitter in full force!

then makan at russ's which equates to a 23 pound turkey, 5kg of ham, pork and beef, 2 ducks, pasta, 4 desserts and plenty of hardcore christmas loving.

then off for mass at st.mikes, the midnight service was fantastic. good and quiet.

then presents flew around the place.

ashton's place to end off a glorious night. that equates to booze, more ham and turkey, cheezels and more booze. got home about 5am and managed to catch some shut eye before waking up at 730 for some personal christmas agendas.

was late for mass (which i am truely regretful for) and managed to keep it in. the present switching was fun too, for obvious reasons.

then off to my grandma's place for more merry making. finally met up with my baby nephew whom has grown to be the cutest thing in the world:



before i could even kiss him silly, he growled and went to bed. oh well.

shaun picked me up to off to his place for christmas brunch with his family. he some how convinced me to go to his family's dinner at yishun. but the best part of the night is finding out that they built a spiderweb thingy just outside of his aunty's place!

then russ again with merlynn in hand for a final round of turkey and ham.

and of course, my christmas wouldn't be complete without these fellas:



we were TRYING to look like the oc. failed miserably.
merry christmas indeed.
i know i'm typing rather incoherently
3 hours of sleep is not works.

hark the hearld angels sing.

christmas is a day away :)
that means presents galore
food many many
and friends that mean the world to me.

that also marked the end of ephrem's carolling stint at wisma.
it was, monumental. fascinating.
we sounded so good, so united.
and we looked genuinely happy, which is rare.






then a good night at timbre with some roast duck pizza, seafood basket and soup.
of course good local music - goodfellas are well, good.
kev and sera were as usual entertaining.


thank you all who came down to support ephrem and me.

CHRISTMAS IS ALMOST HERE!

oh one more thing:



thank you classmates!

kevin, karen and photobooth

this is what happens when you leave two people alone with a mac.
oh, so beautiful.

a cold and a broken hallelujah.

jeff buckely, drowned in his prime.
a waste to the music world.

today, i was in my pjs till 6pm.
terrible, so terrible.
i watched 4 hours of CSI on AXN.
hallelujah to the best tv channel ever. csi supreme is just awesome.

then i headed out to meet kev for yet another night of gossip and chocolate - like the best combination of lusts of the flesh ever.



laurent cafe and chocolate bar at robertson quay is just fantastic. They serve up your typical chocolate desserts with laurent bernard chocolates as their base. i had a delicious slice of chocolate tart and kev, the creme brulee.

the tart was just, as a tart would be, deliciously sinful. it had a buttery crust, made from scratch i heard with a generous douse of creamy chocolate in the perfect liquid form. That is it won't drip of the tart but it slides around in your mouth. and top that with some raspberry sauce, ladies and gentlemen, we have a winner!

kev's creme brulee didn't reach me but i did get a bite of the raspberry with a touch of creme brulee and it induced us to sounds that might make jenna jameson blush.

the night with kev was what i needed,
just plain laugh out loud "jokes"
and kev for company.

s'rsly, you're the best lah kevin ho ho ho ha ha hee hee.

picking up the pieces.

haiyo, it's about time.

grace.

i spend time looking for you.



the 24th is approaching.
it gets harder during this time.
especially when it's christmas.

Well it's my time coming, i'm not afraid to die
My fading voice sings of love,
But she cries to the clicking of time


christmas has it's merits.
the beautiful lights, mystery in the air.
whimsical playfulness that fills the night.

Walking to the bright lights in sorrow
Oh drink a bit of wine we both might go tomorrow
Oh my love

i wish it was you.
that was in this crazy moment with me.
and i could hold on to your breathing
and trace the contour of your eyes.

My time has come
It reminds me of the pain
I might leave
Leave behind

my friends are near
my foes closer.
and i know that i'll escape this
one day, i'll transcend from this.
but now, all i want is to dwell. in the silence of you.

And I feel them drown my name
So easy to know and forget with this kiss
I'm not afraid to go but it goes so slow.

i know i've been very emotional.
but bear with me.
i don't show outside, but i need to get my emotions out somewhere.

healing is difficult.

often results in psychosomatic
i admit to enjoying drugs
they get rid of tension, boredom and static
sia, healing is difficult.



i lost my phone.
in a cab, it fell out carelessly.

i'm not upset about losing my 3 month old beautiful samsung.
i'm not upset about losing a 1 gig memory card full of wonderful memories.
i'm not upset about losing 500 over contacts.

i'm upset because your last photo, the one you looked so alive in, is gone.
silly me, didn't even bother to back it up.
put it in something else.

when my com was going to crash, it was the first thing i backed up.
when my new com came, i didn't bother thinking it being in my phone, it would be close to me.

now it's gone, i'm afraid i might forget you.
how your face looks like when captured in the light.
you never believed in blogs or friendster or facebook.
there's just nothing left of you.

i'm scared to ask your best friend.
because he always judges me before i can even figure it out myself.



ugh. why is karma such a bitch?