goodbye my lover

goodbye, my friend

i'm back from bangkok.


hello, singapore. we meet again.


i hate feeling like there's no tomorrow.

birds go flying

at the speed of sound

while i am packing my bags for my trip to redang (it's an inside joke thing),
my dad starts talking about the renovation of our house in june.

and he has this semi brilliant idea to travel for a month while contractors are hacking our walls and redesigning our rooms. we are going on a month long road tip.

i am so motherfucking excited ok. i can hardly contain my balls. i'm serious, i was so excited, i grew balls!

we're going to:



every continent cept' for africa. i'm trying to get my dad to put us on a flight to south africa just to complete the trip. but he scared that i would be sold off as a sex slave. (hahahahahaha). that wouldn't be a problem as now, as you recall, i have too much extra weight and balls.

plus i'm am going to spain! spain! spain! that means i'm closer to



raul my beautiful latin lova, i am going to be near you. i will go to real and snatch you from your hawt supermodel wife. i will raise you 4 kids so they can use chopsticks and line up for free hello kitty toys that they don't need. i will treat your entire team to sugarcane and chin chow during practice and at night, we will break the national singapore average of number of sex they have in a year. that's 96 times in one night my mucho macho man.

with that thought, my balls have returned home where they cannot be seen by the naked eye.


look out world!

can't touch this

dum dum dum dum... dum dum... dum dum, can't touch this



little miss sunshine (2006) was the best comedy i've seen in a long time. forget your epic movie, norbit morbid nonsense and be prepared for tear jerking laugh out loud, rewindable moments with the hoover family.

the hoover family is the world's most functioning dysfunctional family. they travel to redon beach for their little Olive to compete in the little miss sunshine competition. be prepared for tear-jerking moments and those laugh until your belly bursts moments also. i want a yellow van. it's like the essence of the show.

and also, this has one of my favourite comedians - steve carell. the office. 40-year-old virgin. i love this man can, especially in this movie.



but the true show stealer? this guy:


hello stranger

paul dano acts as dwayne hoover, a boy who talks for less then 5 mins in the show. but that's the beauty of his character, all you get is his face and his body movements. ah.

please please go and see this show.

it doesn't matter

we all falter

ok a moment of weakness back there, but we're moving on.

i had lunch with the two best people in the world to ever have lunch with on a sunny monday afternoon. i love the cheap shots, the noodle laughs and all the in-betweens. dean and lynda of 3 jalan kuning are my two best workaholics in the world. dean with his batik shirts and his eye for fashion detail and of course his simon webb impersonation.

and lynda for eating haato gelate and falling asleep after every bite.

and then i had a brilliant idea of wearing our shades into 7-11 and act all shady.
but as usual, with us oozing ultimate sex appeal, we ended up looking like this:





i think lynda was falling down in the last shot.
but she looks damn hot doing it.

give yourself some time to falter

the riot in my heart decides to keep me open and alive
i have to take myself away from you

amidst the corny moves and the heart-stopping mambo music,
the groppy hands and throbbing hips,
among the drunk horny ns boys,
and the gorgeous girls decked the halls,

i realised something so raw and unmistakably true.

i miss you so much that today, i nearly fell on my knees just to feel the ground shake.

it's not that i still love you, because i'm pretty sure i don't. not as much as i do anyway,
it's just that, i miss you. your hair as it falls across your forehead when it's matted with sweat.
the way you light up with passion
i miss your scent, a mix of musty old charm and comfort
the way you talk and over pronouce certain words.

i miss us. when we went on a whimsical pop-the-weasel chases.
i miss the way you knew what i was thinking about.
the way we always said the same things at the same time.

god, even the way you use to check girls out.
i miss the way we use to talk all night. the way we argued, the way you slammed the phone down on me and how i would cry and you could not sleep till we both could smile as we fell into dreams.

you and your games. your 101 different tactics for different games. i miss the way you would bore me to death about the trials and tribulations of your life and how you made me a fixture of your future.

i miss your intricate movements, the flick of your wrist when you tell the time.
the soft sounds you make when you eat, the way you slurp your noodles (though i hate that)
i miss your mismatched sense of humour, how you always think my jokes aren't funny.
when they actually are.

i fall hard and i fall fast. i hate to admit this, but tonight, when i was singing "together forever and never to part" with russell

i was thinking of you.


and once again, i don't love you. no i don't because it's very vulgar and you did it to yourself.

i just miss you. that's all