Awesome

Is it ever possible to have someone whom you've known for barely fuckin' three weeks, telling you you're a changed person since the day you first met?

A change supposedly for the better, it even seems.

Even for a silly dreamy girl like me who lives in a different planet, it does seem a little too cheesy. Too cheesy for words. So cheesy I have to crack my brains figuring out which fuckin' movie(s) that line came from. So cheesy I have to laugh... and real hard to myself because I don't really know if I should honestly laugh or cry.

Did that too come out from your little red book?


Then again, I have unwillingly come to agree with this someone. Though not entirely.

Because I know the change in question has taken place over a period of not just three fuckin' weeks, but a whole eighteen months.

In eighteen months, you could've seen a newborn make his first steps on his own; you could've witness a girlfriend meeting the "one" and actually getting blissfully married; you could've seen a business rise and actually fall; you could've seen how a nation get destructed by natural calamities and yet get back on her feet with fervor.

Yes, eighteen months. It's that long, yet that short a time.

That's how long I took.

But time is not the issue. The point is, I am changed.

And for the better, only I fucking know.


Awesome.

That's the only word I can think of - pardon my lack of a better vocabulary perhaps - for the occurrences in my life that have taken place in just the past few weeks of my 2006.

A-W-E-S-O-M-E.


*****

Dear 2006,

I love you.

For all the shit you've given me, I still love you.

Because you brought me good shit toward the very fuckin' end. Screw all the seemingly bad things, because they only served to lead me to the good ones. You had meant for that to happen, didn't you, 2006?

I trust you.

Thank you for sending me off on a nice journey toward 2007.

Whatever happened in 2006 shall remain in 2006.

Just like how I tried telling myself, whatever happened in the Kong should stay in the Kong. 'Cept, maybe it didn't.

Right. No more mushy words from me, 2006.

You have a good peaceful rest... and I will always fucking remember you, 2006.

You have been fucking awesome.


Cheers,

ME

The Guardian Angel

If the world is my oyster...

... then I ought to be the pearl in the heart of it.


I like.

Swoosh'd... Yet Again

I've said it once... and I'll say it once again.

You can take the girl out of the swoosh, but you can never take the swoosh out of the girl.

=)))

Hongkie'd

Hello, from Hong Kong. Or, as my dude would say, the Kong.

And I know, I know. It's Day Eight here, and this 'hello' is a little bit way overdue.

Still, better late than never.


I can't decide if 'sloshed' or 'smashed' would be a more appropriate term, but anyhow, you get the idea. And it's absolutely killing everyone else here that I don't have to work "the next day" but hey... that's what I am here for in the first place.

To chill.

So, pardon me. I don't have that many pictures to show.


I am getting, though, a slight taste of what a tai-tai life might be. In a foreign land, no less.

I haven't much on my personal agenda while on vacation, except going shopping for household stuff. Wake up (at God-knows-what-hour-everyday), do laundry, clear trash, pick up dry-cleaning, then start searching for cheap and good pots/pans, chopsticks, spoons, towels, laundry nets, eggs, noodles, vegetables.

See, my brother Ed has just arrived in HK not more than two months ago, and his kitchen and bathroom look absolutely pathetic.

Me: I am going to get you nice chopsticks.
Ed: Chopsticks?!
Me: Yeah, hunny. Chopsticks. You should spend more effort in the kitchen details. Any girl who walks into your kitchen would be so impressed.

I am so darn proud of myself. I would so love a life like this.


In any case you haven't noticed, I am starting to like Hong Kong.

In fact... I am so fucking in love with this place.

So much so that I think I am finally ready for a big, big change. =)

All I Want For Christmas Is...

ME Inc. says: anyways wanted to tell u
ME Inc. says: flights over xmas period not possible
ME Inc. says: but maybe can get over jan-1 new year
法蘭基 says: suggest u to come over on 12/19 or 12/20 for nike charity event on 12/21.. might c 周杰倫 in the event
ME Inc. says: !!!
ME Inc. says: shucks
法蘭基 says: i thought you like him????
ME Inc. says: yes lor
ME Inc. says: but now how to get 12/20?
ME Inc. says: =(


Shuck shuck shucks.

Die die must find a way to get there in time.

Then again... it's a "might" only??? =/

辛福

Today, I am feeling very thankful. Very, very thankful, indeed.

For friends who have been around for me everyday for the past one year. Drinking. Crapping. Laughing. Singing. Dancing. Movie-ing. Dinnering. La-kopi-ing. Travelling. Running. Whatever I've wanted to do - I name it, I got it.

For friends who are having it tough in life. Because you see, life's just like that. And I am glad if I have been given that privileged opportunity to be a friend in return, and to give you that ear, that shoulder, or any body part that I possess.

For friends I've made over the past year, be they bartenders or wakeboarders or anything else. Because without them, I would probably never have known life otherwise.

And most of all, for friends all around the globe. Because without them, I wouldn't have had all these free accommodation while I go on my mission to see the world and discover new stuff. Wahaha.

Love you all.

Love,
ME

I Love Today

The sky looks really beautiful today. And so is the sea at east coast. =)

Never mind that it also means it's a hot day. But so deliriously high the sight made me, I decided to pop a surprise note over the phone messages to my favorite peoples, with some faint hope of maybe, just maybe, brightening up someone's day.

(And also, to see if my office-cooped buddies would be irritated, or sugar-coated by my sweet message. Hiak.)

Just see what kind of responses I received. LOL!


The Sugar-coated
AKoh: Enjoy. :)

The Philosophical
Hapyfish: It's the might of the sun at its best. Glaring, isn't it?

The Unresponsive
Les: Yeah. Was just at upp peirce reservoir.

The Envious
Dee: So envious.

The Delusional Deskbound Workaholic
San: Damn! my comp screen looks v bright and shiny too.

The Louis-Armstrong-Spouting Polyester Wonder
SLM: Haha days like this you feel the world is so wonderful eh? Enjoy!

The Pissed
Stef: Disgustg!

The REALLY PISSED
Sng: WHAT ARE YOU TELLING ME TT I SHUD B OUT THERE

The *Huh?!*
Gan: so are u going to e beach w your beloved dogs?

The Patronizing One
Hann: Ha lucky you.

The Little Big Sis
Lyn: :-) pity i'm stuck in office. Boo!

The "Angelic" One
Skyboy: Bloody hell... So lucky...

The Foul-Mouthed
Cucumber: u suck. the view from my desk is not that good.

The Mood-Fouler
Bing: bt i tnk its goin to rain lata.

And the winner is...

The Idiot
Karks: You drunk at this time liao ah?


*****

Skyboy: Bloody hell... So lucky... How ya doing?

Me: =) as great as the bright blue sky.

2 Takes & No NGs

I was play-acting "a young woman jogging in the park".

"Oh, erm... best sporting moment? I guess there are many, but the best has gotta be Tiger winning his first major after his dad died. It was so touching I almost cried."

And of course, I was lying.


"Done? Fast or wat."

"Good wat. No NG, wat to do?"


Free labour for the job.

One pathetic jab at fame.

I need a hole in the ground.


p.s.: I don't fucking jog lor.

Everything But "Remember The Man"... Hmph!

Maxims I used to work by, but now live by.


Four: Simplify and go.

Five: The consumer - which is ME - decides.

Six: Be a sponge.

Seven: Evolve immediately.

Eight: Do the right thing.

Nine: Master the fundamentals.


Pretty amazing, they are. How these words, as simple as they may seem, trickle down to every single aspect of your life.

Pretty much like that damned 'Just Do It' shit.

Think

*Yawn*

Good Monday morning. Something to tease your poor post-weekend brains.






Got 'em?

"Got Tissue Paper?"

I returned to the trail today - at long last. And I realized I had forgotten how gruelling it is.

Ten-point-five click in sixty-four minutes. Not quite by my usual standards - tsk. But given the state I've been in, I am actually more pleased than not.

Ouch, my knee is already starting to click every now and then.


I missed a date with Mr Funny tonight, but I am ok.

'Cos I am going to the beach with him tomorrow - and of course, together with my Sam-boy.


Mr Grouch gave me a surprise nudge today. =)

Mr Grouch baffles me. He makes me laugh, yet makes me fearful other times.

Sometimes I don't want it to go away, yet most other times... I wish it does.

"Anti-social"

I just can never understand.

How some folks can have four hundred over friends on their Friendster list. How can? My primary-school classmates times ten, also not that many.

But I'm not complaining. I'm just perplexed.

At my age, I should even be glad I have a blawdy Friendster account. Huh.

Choices

A pretty timely email I received. Just when self-doubt was kicking in.

Each of us has two distinct choices to make about what we will do with our lives. The first choice we can make is to be less than we have the capacity to be. To earn less. To have less. To read less and think less. To try less and discipline ourselves less. These are the choices that lead to an empty life. These are the choices that, once made, lead to a life of constant apprehension instead of a life of wondrous anticipation.

And the second choice? To do it all! To become all that we can possibly be. To read every book that we possibly can. To earn as much as we possibly can. To give and share as much as we possibly can. To strive and produce and accomplish as much as we possibly can. All of us have the choice.

To do or not to do. To be or not to be. To be all or to be less or to be nothing at all.

Like the tree, it would be a worthy challenge for us all to stretch upward and outward to the full measure of our capabilities. Why not do all that we can, every moment that we can, the best that we can, for as long as we can?

Our ultimate life objective should be to create as much as our talent and ability and desire will permit. To settle for doing less than we could do is to fail in this worthiest of undertakings.

Results are the best measurement of human progress. Not conversation. Not explanation. Not justification. Results! And if our results are less than our potential suggests that they should be, then we must strive to become more today than we were the day before. The greatest rewards are always reserved for those who bring great value to themselves and the world around them as a result of who and what they have become.

Jim Rohn


격려!

Bitches on Wheels

BMW started an ad campaign:


Audi answered:


Then, the Japanese had something to say too:


Bentley CEO's opinion on the beauty contest:



Fookin' awesome.

重返秋明山

I almost forgot.

Number seven has got to be my new DVD. =)

I remember vividly, this movie was exactly what got me hooked to him - though I already owned a couple of his music albums then. After the movie experience, I went on to the CD store to swipe the rest. Well, except for that elusive one.

I remember too, that this was my first and only movie caught under the moonlight at the Starlight Cinema last year.

And. Our first and only movie since too.


我踏上風火輪 在飄移青春
故事中的我們 在演自己的人生

Ha Ha HA!!!

Hmm... let me count the many little ways my life has been brightened up in a short one week.

One: Out of absolutely no intention of my own, I was "invited" to test-drive a couple of cars, one of which being a long-time crush - the Forester. I now declare my adoration for that lean, mean, 4WD machine. But even more so, I so lust after that damned Focus ST. Having a little more power than what I already enjoy doesn't hurt, does it? I am already fantasizing - I'd have it painted all over classic-green with white stripes, or maybe green with pink polkadots to be a little more madcapped. Anyhoos, an "upgrade" makes me feel less guilty.



Two: I keep getting people who make wrong guesses about my age. If it's not 18, it's 22. Being mistaken for a student is sometimes frustrating, but sometimes - I admit - very flattering too. I can't decide if I should credit it to the beauty creams I've spent a fortune on, or the clothes I've been wearing. But since I know I haven't been very disciplined with the regime, I shall suppose I've just been a little too casual in my dressing. So what? Does it mean I can actually cast a wider net and scoop the younger ones now??? =/

Three: I met up with many lots ex-coworkers at the annual CCK Hari Raya dinner party. One that I couldn't for the life of me miss, lest I get dropped from the party list next year. Ha. It's that prestigious. With all the little offsprings running around, I just had to admit: the days when I ever was the baby in the company were long over. Oh, and I chop-stamp-confirm, I really do make a darned good nanny. Any takers?

Four: I ran and swam and ran and swam till I can feel my limbs no more. Yes, the muscles are starting to bulge again, which renders my efforts at squeezing into my size-0 jeans again useless, but the ensuing pride more than makes up for that fact. 'Squeezing' is not the point. 'Perfect-fitting' is.

Five: I am labelled "funny". By my Ryan-Giggs-lookalike crush, no less. A crush that happened only sporadically in those days when I still travelled to the campus in Portland three miserable times a year. A crush that unbelievably appeared in front of me in Ice Cold Beer last week, and actually told me he remembered me though we had never spoken before. A crush who is going to be staying in this tiny little island as I do for the next six months. A crush who has stored my sacred number in his new cellphone and has since been talking to me via text messages since last week. A crush who told me he was about to leave for HK and would talk to me again later part of the week. If you could now, you would see a contorted look on my face. Erm. What now? I might have been a little too delirious last week, but... I still fucking cannot believe this. God, I am no fucking SPG, but please help me deal with this ok?

Six: I laughed a lot. I LAUGHED A lot. On Friday alone, when I was deliriously silly the entire day. Which ain't a bad thing, 'cos I realize I might have found my (low) sense of humor and my ability to laugh at every single fucking thing again. Even if the kind of silly happiness that happens to me is temporal - just for one day - I embrace it. Better than nothing. I don't fucking care if I laugh too hard, too loud. I AM FUNNY. =)


I don't think I might've grasped the facts about life as much as I should still. But I'm learning.

I always am.

Aren't you?

Thought Of The Day

I think people think I am smart, because I think I look smart and sometimes I think I make wisecracks with a snap of my fingertips.

But I worry... Am I?


Urgh. I have to be.

That's the only thing I have left now to prove myself right.

"You're Funny..."

I'm funny.

=]

People... I am funny.

Told ya. =]

Morons

I read this off my polar-bear friend Porpor's blog, and I absolutely loved how he made me keel over with silly wild laughter.

*****

Magnitudes of disaster

In ascending order:

One moron
One moron with one opinion
One moron with many opinions
Many morons with many opinions
Many morons with one opinion

*****

I love smart people.

Porpor makes the cut, no doubt.


Porpor, your mama is so darned lucky to have a son like you. Especially one that will outlive her anytime.


Just so I have to explain, I am NOT being delusional.

Porpor really is a Polar Bear, and he is my friend. With no mouth but two small black beads for eyes and a smarty brain to boot, that's somewhat the best kind of friend you can ever ask for.

孙悟空

齐天大圣是我 谁能奈何了我
但是我却依然不小心 败给了寂寞

如果要让我活 让我有希望的活
我从不怕爱错 就怕没爱过
如果能有一天 再一次重返光荣
记得找我 我的好朋友

Who Doesn't Love Northwest?

OOoooh!!!



I luff. I luff. I-L-U-F-F.

With three-hundred thousand Worldperks - plus some more - in my pocket, I am definitely a happy woman.

Can even go Meh-hii-ko! =)

Adam and Eve

"人生就是如此. 分分离离的."

If I hadn't heard someone make a casual remark like this today, I wouldn't have wanted to talk about it.

But he did. And so will I.


I have been thinking about the story of Adam and Eve, and the Serpent, and the Forbidden Fruit.

And this is how I finally got it. In my own terms, at least.

So, God made Adam and gave him a woman in the form of Eve. And God really meant for Man and Woman to live together and love each other. And by God's interpretation, the love expected of between them is of the purest emotional form - and not in the physical way that we all young punks tend to associate with love in this awful world.

And God was really sweet. He had wanted Man and Woman to live together - in a beautiful paradise. He gave them home in the form of a beautiful garden, but also built a tree in the midst of it that bore fruits that He deliberately forbade them to eat.

But Adam and his Woman unfortunately met the Serpent, who really was Beelzebub in diguise, ate that darned fruit, and became, well... the kind of man and woman we all know.

A man and a woman who no longer lived and loved in the purest form, but who became aware of carnal pleasures and every other evil enjoyments of the material world. Adam and Eve started looking at each other in a manner they had never before - the man noticed the woman had boobs, and the woman began to wonder about the man's manhood.

Adam and Eve could not, and certainly did not, stand up to temptation.

Because God's wrath was incurred, He gave them a hard life, wrought throughout with temptations of every kind, and eventually made them grow old and die.


We all, you and I, became descendants from the Couple who succumbed to temptation.

As far as genetics could explain, we all inherited the natural tendency to succumb to sexual temptation. Men and women could no longer look at the opposite gender and not think about sex.

You and I could have been born perfect. But, no. We are all damned from the start.


So this is how I look at it now. My life and the love I experience in the process of living.

Why I try to live, but keep wanting to die.

Why I love but get hurt in the end.

Because all the people I meet and try to love are all sons of Adam and Eve.

I cannot escape from destiny.

I can only pray and hope to meet someone who actually believes in the beautiful paradise we really deserve and the kind of pure love we are actually capable of showing, just like I do.

In the meantime... Life's like that. Just deal with it.

Cool As A Cap

The cats are already out since more than twelve hours ago.

So why is the mouse still writing away at half past ten on a perfect Friday night?

Time to go.

But before I do, I need to express some long-suppressed narcissism: Don't I just look so fuckin' cool in a cap?

At least (some of) my friends think so too.



"Eh, not many girls can carry off a cap and still look cool lor."

*Ahem*

2006: The Year of Babies

I am absolutely, positively, darned right shocked when I realize I have a little less than two months more to go before the year ends.

It just kinda sucks. This whole year does.


Anyhoos, this has been a quiet year.

Quiet, when I think of weddings. To date, I have only two weddings in my recollection. The weddings-to-attend calendar pales very much in comparison to last year's, and the year before.

There was the lovely beach wedding of Rob and Su's in August. And then there was the most-fun-I-ever-had wedding of XL and her Shark's.





But when I really think harder about it, I realize why there were seemingly less weddings.

'Cos all the babies are popping out. So fast and so furious, I have lost track of whose babies they are.

But the one that really cheered me up, other than baby Marcus, was my new niece in Seattle. Meet little Asha, and her proud dad, my cute-cousin-I-never-knew-I-had-till-I-first-met-him-three-years-ago.





And when I think really, really hard about it all, I feel a huge tinge of bitterness amidst the happiness.

Ah well.

Swoosh'd Sloshed

This is a very much belated post, but I can only fault myself for being too lazybum to download all the incriminating evidence - only some of which I am putting up here - from the machine.

*****

Question: How do you turn otherwise beautiful, good-natured folks into ugly beings?

Answer: Work for the Swoosh and get your pretty ass onto the regular party list.

Pretty...




Not, er, so pretty...








And absolutely UGLY.




The night ended with three merlions in action, three bathrooms that became unusable, and some others who just couldn't have found their way home without the help of *ahem* moi.

I love you, guys. =) I really do.


You can take the girl outta the Swoosh, but you just can't take the Swoosh outta the girl.

The Family Getaway

Life is when... you get the whole freakin' house to yourself for a couple of days, and you walk out of the shower butt-naked, and you turn up the volume of the MTV-channel 'cos you would like to focus on the closet-cleaning until you hear Jay Chou coming on the boob tube, and you (finally) get to lie on the bed listening to the pitter-patter of the afternoon raindrops against the world outside.

Ahhh... Life like I haven't known it for a long, long, long while.

I did the deed early in the morning - driving the entire family gang to the coaches which would bring them to Genting. I would've liked to join them on the short weekend getaway but I'd rather relish my temporary freedom (plus a getaway with the whole gang isn't quite the getaway I'm so looking forward to myself).

I flashed the hugest grin and wished them all a great time up in the highlands, but I wish I would have an even greater time myself this weekend. Hiak hiak hiak.

No nagging. No nagging. And most of all, NO NAGGING.


When the cat is away, the mouse comes out to play.

Kick!

(Very bo-liao) Kick of the day.

Free cuppa coffee at Coffee Bean! Regular size too, mind you.

All because the poor bloke couldn't find the right button to punch in on the register for the one-dollar refill. Tsk tsk.

To set the record straight, I did not demand for the free coffee - he returned my two-dollar note with a sheepish apology.

Ahh. The little wonders of life.


The rain has almost, once again, threatened to thwart my swimming plans.

But I see a liiittle bit of the sun peeking out amongst the grey clouds. And the rain has stopped too.

I will now go do what I have been doing for the past few days - sneak a quickie in between the showers.


Do you smell a waft of addiction on me?

Yes, I am. Without no help from some hunk of a life-guard (if there was even one in the first place). =/

Of Devils and Zoos

I am very pleased with myself over the past few days. Somewhat.

Because I am getting a bit sick of k-dramas and tired of all-round boozing, I've managed to find that little bit of energy to expend in doing things I used to enjoy.

Like? Like hanging around in Borders and fantasizing about that humongous bookcase I'd like to brag about. I couldn't resist the temptation. After pacifying myself that I haven't really spent any on books recently, I trotted home with not one but two new titles. Time to read myself to sleep, and not fall asleep in the middle of episode don't-know-what.

And also, like catching my devils live in action over magnums at Ice Cold, with none other than my chick next to me. I thought I got high, crapping and cursing and cheering over just a couple of beers. Then, I realized the four-nothing thrashing was the one that got me high instead. You go, boys.

And then, the most satisfying of all, a long-overdue day trip just for Gu-gu and the little man. We beat the rain, but had to tackle the sun. We made it to the zoo, finally.



The little man with big shoes to fill.

Even though there was some expected miscommunication (read: we two kenna 'dua') at the beginning, it was all good. If the little one could express his thoughts coherently, I know he would've given me a big hug and a wet slurpy kiss on the lips, topping it off with a "Thank you, Gu-gu... I love you much!"

=) Fantasies.


Oh. And of course. There were the regular wines and beers, and nowadays Guiness drafts. With folks I like these days.

But it is all balanced out.

My Man

Singer. Songwriter. Actor. Golden Horse Award winner. Director-wannabe. B-baller. Magician. Mama's boy. Granny's boy. Joker. Buddy.

And now... Shoe designer.

And mind you, it's not just any shoe.





Tell me... just tell me how to not love this boy???


I am soooooo going Taipei.

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This is for real.

Ping me.

Flattered

The Starbucks boy I met every morning and afternoon while I was last in Hong Kong for a week-long meeting, who insisted on serving me everytime and who eventually succeeded in getting my email address, is coming to see me.


20:02:54 You're Beautiful Je t' aime: hihi
20:02:54 You're Beautiful Je t' aime: i will go to singapore
20:04:55 ME Inc.: hello!
20:05:01 ME Inc.: wow... really? when?
20:05:07 ME Inc.: thought u're gg india??
20:05:39 You're Beautiful Je t' aime: yeh.
20:06:01 You're Beautiful Je t' aime: i will stay in singapore few hours only.
20:06:02 You're Beautiful Je t' aime: i want go to see you..
20:06:37 ME Inc.: oh? transit only?
20:06:46 You're Beautiful Je t' aime: but i cant see u online b4... i want go to visit u and go around singapore b4...
20:09:11 You're Beautiful Je t' aime: so bad...
20:13:46 You're Beautiful Je t' aime: Dont worry, i will be back...


Wow.

Dognana

Sunday afternoon, I was playing dognana. A post-rain, still-hazy, sunless afternoon at Tanjong. The beach was very nicely empty, 'cept for the posers 'chilling out' at the beach bar. It was just perfect for us, me and Sam had good deal of fun.

Sam. I am going to ask his momma if I could be his godmomma. I can forget about all the hair shed all over my backseat. No problemo.

I haven't felt this quiet peace and happiness for a while. I have almost forgotten how much joy dogs bring me.

And so, it's got me started on something I could possibly try out. Dognana.

Hmmm...

*****

The past couple of weeks or so have been just quiet and anonymous. Eventful, yet not that eventful. With a chunk of unplanned for nostalgia.

Things that I haven't done for quite a while, and that have recently made me realized how good they used to make me feel and how much I actually do miss them.


I drove to places I haven't been back to since... since a while ago. They unfortunately reminded me of those times I have so wanted to remove from my memory, yet they also reminded me how much I enjoy the thrill of adventure and exploration. I never fail to get a kick out of amazing people (especially men) with my topological knowledge of the island. I especially love it when I am usually the one who finds the quickest route from point A to B.

I really miss driving around, although sometimes aimlessly. Question now is, do I really need a kaki for this?


I am also back to the running and the swimming. A little easier on the knee, though I suspect it's cranking up the neck and shoulders.

And I've been good at keeping up with the plan. No, I am not fat. But there're a few pounds and inches I could do without because I can't even squeeze into my jeans now and I don't have nothing much left to wear. Which is a bummer, because I really don't feel like spending money on new clothes. Which is devastating, because I fucking miss shopping.


I am back at the movies.

And I am also back at Ice Cold.

Both of which could possibly cause the onslaught of some undesired problems. That I really, really don't wish to be bogged down with.

No, not at this point in time.

Fuck.

*****

"Maybe you need a change in social scenery."

Yeah, maybe. But how?

先苦后甜

Is there anything in this world possibly more painful than heartache?

Probably 推拿, yes.

Well, for one, both made me tear. So far-ar-ar-king painful, I actually teared on the stringy towel draped over the massage bed that has threatened an outbreak of 1,000 blemishes on my face.

I can only thank the damned k-dramas and my bunk-in little man for the pain that led to the ultimate pain.


The funny, and unexpectedly sweet, thing about 推拿 is that after the few moments of intense pain comes a relaxing sooth that surges over your entire body. From the neck all the way down to the legs.

I grit my teeth, I let loose a few tears, and then I feel a brand-new me.

After the initial cussing, my fifty bucks were well-spent after all. I deserved the pain, and I sure deserve the pleasure afterward. I think I am beginning to fall in love with 推拿.


Should I then apply the same logic to heartache? Should I assume pain in any instance only brings on happiness thereafter?

If only love could be bought. With a mere fifty bucks.

*****

In times like this, I always get reminded of how fortunate I am to have friends like the ones I have.

19:21:26 ME Inc.: is it a good monday for u babe?
19:31:03 delilah: hi there
19:31:08 delilah: its ok, how was it for you?
19:31:40 ME Inc.: terrible... i was so tired with a bad back/shoulder/neck
19:31:55 ME Inc.: my nephew has been sleeping on my bed for the past couple of days thats y
19:32:03 ME Inc.: just went for a tui na session that killed me
19:39:01 delilah: oh no
19:39:03 delilah: you come my house sleep
19:39:06 delilah: i got extra bed
19:39:07 ME Inc.: eh?
19:39:09 ME Inc.: oh
19:39:13 ME Inc.: sigh
19:39:16 delilah: really
19:39:32 ME Inc.: maybe i need to invest in a good pillow, no?
19:39:32 delilah: oh you wan sleep my bed, I sleep my sister's. she damn long no come home wan
19:39:48 ME Inc.: =) thanks babe...


And it reminded me. This wasn't the first offer of a bed to me.

Dude, thanks. I remember.

I give umbrella. You give bed. =)

Orh Kong

Ahem.

Because I am the nice samaritan that I am, here goes.

*****
Price increase without further notice.

Speeding:
Exceeding 1 - 20km/h = $130 + 4 demerit points.
Exceeding 21 - 30km/h = $150 + 6 demerit points.
Exceeding 31 - 40km/h = $180 + 8 demerit points.
Exceeding 41 - 50km/h = >$200 + 12 demerit points + Court.
Exceeding 51 - 60km/h = >$200 + 18 demerit points + Court.
Exceeding >61km/h = >$200 + 24 demerit points + Court.

If you want to be hero and fight the court case yourself, and you lose, you pay the court charges yourself, which will add up to your fine. I guess the court charges is at least $200 and above.

Careless driving = $150 + 6 demerit Points
Inconsiderate Driving = $170 + 9 Demerit Points + Court
Dangerous Driving = >$200 + 24 Demerit Points + Court + Vehicle Compounded
Illegal Racing = >$200 + Vehicle Confiscate + Court
Fail to put Seat Belt = $120 + 3 demerit points
Crossing Double White lines = $130 + 4 points
Phone and Drive = $200 + 12 demerit point + Phone Confiscate
Do not hold your hp in your hand when you drive even with loud speaker or ear piece.

Drink Driving
For first offence = Up to $5000 Fine And, or jail Term + License Suspended + Court
2nd time offence = Jail term + Fine + Court.

Making an illegal U Turn when there's no U Turn sign = $70.
Fail to Signal when changing lanes = $70.
Driving at night without headlights or taillights switch on after 7pm = $30.

No Number Plate = $70.
Obstructed Number Plate = $70.
Obscured Number Plate = $70.
Number Plate Of Unapproved Type = $70.

As for Demerit Point system:
Let's say you have 0 points on 1st January 2005, and you committed The offence of Failing to Put on Seat Belt. So now, you will have 3 demerit points and this will last for 1 Year. If during this 1 year you have no demerit points offence at all, your 3 demerit points will be gone on 1/1/2006. But, if during this one year, From 1/1/2005 - 1/1/2006, you committed
Another offence with demerit points, your very first offence will be extended for another year until 1/1/2007.

Courtesy of Miss Tan.

*****

I think I should just sell that blody car, no?

Forever Lost

I feel apologetic.

Thousands of apologies. Millions, in fact.

To all those dear to me who have sent me birthday well-wishes on my cell-phone, I truly sincerely desperately offer my deepest heart-felt apologies. I have not seen any of your sweet messages.

I fucking lost my precious phone. Just on that very night before.

And especially to the giver of the precious phone... gazillions of apologies.


I no longer really wish to talk about that stupid fateful night.

I lost my phone. And a little bit more.

'Nuff said. *Humph*

La La La La La...

Things that make me go hmmm...

hi,
i am really glad to see the videos on the 8th akf that you posted on youtube. i was there live for all the 3 days. japanese were great, weren't they?

if possible, please keep these great videos coming up. appreciated.

cheerio

... and then, a big fat smile. =)

Four Birthdays And A Funeral

And many, many sleepless nights.

I would like to take this opportunity to express my eternal love and gratitude to my Sasy chick who opened my now-panda-like eyes to the beautiful world of... k-dramas.

Yes, Korean dramas. Those sappy-soppy weepy dramas with too-good-to-be-real male-lover specimens who will love you to their literal deaths (or yours too, for that matter). Awww.

I've made quite a feat myself as well. Five dramas in just two weeks - complete to the very last weepy-teary episode. I know.

I think I am going up the road called Crazy again. Or, perhaps this time I should take a turn up Delusional instead.


Sometimes, I really doubt myself, my existence.

I no longer know the planet where I come from. I recognize the planet where I live in, but I don't know the one where I come from.


I've made a startling discovery of late.

That the last weeks of September turning into early October are indeed calamitous.

Four birthdays (read: four crazy nights) have already gone by. Two more to go, one of which belongs to the Crazy Delusional One. =/

Don't know why. Just can't find myself to smile.


The party starts today. Or maybe only today.

I am so gonna torture the chicks with an all-Jay concert at Party World. I don't care.

It's my party, and I'll sing Jay if I want to.

And then... the bottles will hit me. And maybe the mambo bug will bite too. Whatever. I have only one last year in the damned twenties.


I remember, in a past not too long ago, I used to be Queen this time of the year.

And suddenly, I remember too, in a past very long ago, I was Baby Cheng 365 days of the year.

How more delusional can life get?

At some point in time, you can be something to someone, anything to anyone, everything to everyone. But at the end of it all, you realize you can only be one thing, and only to yourself.

And nothing else really matters.


Damn.

I can feel the wires tangling up in the brains.

I think I need to get back to the k-dramas.

Pardon the silence, if there's any. I think I might have forgotten how to write.

In Memory of Michael...

I'd always loved this picture.

I'd always thought the three of us dudes here were one of your bestest friends in the team. I just know. Because, despite what the others might've said of you, we loved you for who you really were - not what you did or did not do. We loved you when you acted the diva, but we didn't love you less when you didn't do your numbers well.

I'd always known it hadn't been the easiest, nor greatest, of times for you in the team - and I thought for that, you reciprocated our friendship by giving us your vulnerable, yet utmost trust.

But today, a dark gloomy today, I feel worse than the weather. Had I betrayed your trust, by not being the friend you'd trusted me to be?

There are plenty words of regrets stuck in my throat, and in my mind.

I am sorry I hadn't been attentive to you, like I used to be, in the last few weeks of my stay. Just because I had woes of my own, I neglected a friend who needed my ear and my words - more than I needed them.

I am sorry I hadn't shown you more love than I did, I'm sorry I did nothing much to make you feel more at ease with the whole family.

But - I am happy. That you told me, just before I left, you were getting happier at work. That you were loving the team more. That you were finally feeling comfortable with the whole big family.

And, most of all, you're a son of God. And I am happiest that while I will never see you again, I know at least, you're safely tucked in His arms.


It hadn't been easy being who you were, I suppose. Coming out in front of us must've been a tough one.

But you know what, darling? It wasn't such a big deal, after all.

My darling Michael, I'll always remember how you cooed "my daarling" whenever you saw me. It's such a pity - you'd never been able to see those flutters in my heart.


If there's one last regret I have to say, it's that I wished I had gone back to the office much earlier from lunch last Friday.

I would have seen you before you left for the airport. And given you a last big bear hug.


Thank you, Michael, for being my friend.

Thank you for allowing me to be your friend.

Thank you for giving me now one of the best lessons in life.

I love, and will always miss you.


For now, I just wanna take a good walk in the rain outside.

Six

Go Piper, it's your birthday.
We're gonna party now, it's your birthday.

Wait a minute... Did I also sing this song for my baby last year? Er...


My little girl turns six today. And that is also the same number of years that have gone past since we met each other. Since the day I first saw her 'swimming' on the ceramic-tiled floor, eyes barely open yet.

Six good years since the day I went home with all of the tiny four-legged furry baby in my one girly palm.

There are just some things in life you'll never, ever forget.


Pipe's looking better and better by the day now. Her once-red skin is slowly regaining the healthful light-pinkish tinge.

Right. Just for this big day, Mommy's gonna remove that awful-looking Victorian collar that's making you look like some weird flower.




That's the house-police dog with the birthday ang pow from her Ah Ma. =)




May you have only happier days to come, baby.

Momsy wuff wuff wuff wuff you.

"All You Have Is Today..."

Somewhere along the way, I lost myself. I think.

I don't, sometimes, recognize me. Not, at least, some part of the-now me.

Oh. What a major revelation.


I miss me.


Ah well. Tomorrow will be a nicer day. *Paws crossed*

Crashing

I see I'm being sporadic again, but I also feel like I have a million little words, all stuck right there at the larynx.

If I have one-thousand-and-one programs running simultaneously in my hard-disk, I think nine-hundred-and-ninety-nine of them are causing me to hang - and possibly crash soon too.

But ah, you know me.

If I am this quiet, you'd know I'm doing that much thinking.

Talk soon. Real soon.

... And I Hate YouTube Too

Oh, oh, oh. And that thing called YouTube.

I love, yet so much hate hate hate you too. =/

I Love You, But I Hate You Too

Me and that thing called Technology. It's been a roller-coaster, love-hate affair.

One minute, I declare to the whole wide world it's the best thing that's ever happened to me. The next, I'm cussing and swearing it to death.

My cell-phone, in particular, had been a long-standing heartache. Until the day I got the new toy. And then, the heartache set in when I somehow lost the stylus. Ah, hate. And then, someone I bumped into gave me a brand new one. L-o-v-e.

I've been using my P-Book without a battery pack for the past two weeks - hate. I am waiting for a brand-new one, which is pretty timely since my original battery had been running flat-out within an hour but the waiting kinda sucks 'cos I still have about another two more weeks to go. Ok, a teeny bit of love there.

My iPod, barely a year old, just decided to stop working and hang on me one fine day. Which caused me major duress, since fixing an MP3 player is like the least favored priority in my life now. Quite some hate. The Apple folks were sweet enough to declare it a 'hard-disk failure' and replace me with a brand-new one - free-of-charge - within the next few days. Oh, trust me, there was a lot of love.

Just about three days ago, I was struck with the latest blow. A major one. I lost some sleep to nightmares for two nights.

My P-Book creaked and clicked, and just died on me. And I was no tech-paramedic. The once-sweet-turned-sour Applets took one look, and dropped the bomb: I think your hard-disk is going to crash very soon, you'd better do some back-up on your files before you decide if you want to send it in for diagnosis.

And how long will it take for diagnosis and repair? (Read: And how long am I going to live without a computer?!)

Oh, at least five working days, ma'am.

Hate. HATE. H-A-T-E.

Sometimes, you just don't realize how much you need someone - until you've lost him, or her.

The same goes for a computer. Or at least, mine, I think. I call it my 'livelihood', my life-line, now.

I fell into a daze the same night, and for pretty much the whole of the next day. Until I made a painful decision. That is, to make a lone trip to Sim Lim and get me my own external hard-disk drive. Back-up, and then repair. Fuck it.

I had to ask questions like a real techo-idiot. Because I am. And no one at Sim Lim seems to tolerate one, not especially a female one.

Why must I buy the hard-disk and the casing separately? Why is the casing so expensive?! What's the difference between the big-big and the small-small one? Got any difference between brands? Got warranty? What if my back-up disk fails? How do I set it up? How? How? HOW?

But I suppose the seemingly daunting trip didn't turn out as hellish. I think I must've walked into the right store. Either that, or I must've employed the right tactic.

When you're an idiot, don't act like one, not especially a female one. Just flash a wide-toothed grin and play the damsel-in-distress. Well, I was really in distress, anyway.

Then, just go all out and boost the ego of the salesman (yes, please choose a man if you don't desire rolling eyes from bitchy female sales assistants). You will only make him feel like he knows everything (about computer hardware, anyway), much more than you do. Like he's the hero who puts you out of misery in your life - albeit just for that few short moments.

In reality, after the role-playing was done, I felt more like I was some auntie being conned by some supermarket mushroom-frying salesman at the frozen foods department. I didn't need a freakin' 160-giga disk, but I bought one anyway. Simply because of some quick 'rational' calculation in the head: a 160-giga disk for 165 bucks, which makes it 1-giga for 1 buck. Why the hell not?!

And of course, I was sweet-talked to (read: 'conned'). Need you ask?

The damsel insisted - politely - that the hero assembled and formatted the disk on her behalf. Upon some further cajoling, the hero offered some little troubleshooting of the computer, and then some valiant advice: I don't think there's anything wrong with your hard-disk because if it was dying, it would've just died on you. Period. I think it could just be an overheating problem. If I were you, I wouldn't repair anything till something happens - since you have back-up now. Just get some fans too.

Oh.

Anyhow, back-up is always good. I didn't spend 165 bucks on nothing. I think I just saved myself hundreds more.

Love.

Or at least till the hero proves me wrong. Terribly wrong.

Paws crossed...

i-AmSam?

What if, today, I said I would like to get me an English name? Some silly English name, just like every other person, that no one will ever have the excuse of not remembering again?

I'm pretty sure 'Fatmama' will do the trick. But no way?

"You cannot do girly names. You need something more tomboy." The chicks said. Basket.

So, Wendy's out. (But I'd really like to be Wendy... so my Peter Pan will come flying to me one day.)

Well... maybe, Jude. (Because I am what... hahaha.)

My chicks finally settled on Samantha - yes, on my behalf.

"Mmm... we can imagine ourselves calling you 'Sam' for short. Sam! Sam! Sam!"

Er... why am I not convinced?

Pictures That Breathe Soul

Oh boy! My one-week-long stress was pretty worth it, after all.

My new 'boss' Les likes my material, almost as much as I love his pictures.


Go take a look at our new project at Soulbreath Pictures.


More to come. Soon... I promise. =)

i-Obsess

"I am sick... very very sick."

[2006/09/02 08:49:30] sasyz said: morn
[2006/09/02 08:49:32] sasyz said: so early ya
[2006/09/02 08:49:37] ME Inc. said: ya... haha
[2006/09/02 08:50:21] sasyz said: what u obsess with
[2006/09/02 08:50:54] ME Inc. said: er... u know one
[2006/09/02 08:50:59] sasyz said: har
[2006/09/02 08:51:06] sasyz said: again.... thot it went away
[2006/09/02 08:51:14] ME Inc. said: i thought so too!
[2006/09/02 08:51:17] sasyz said: obsessive compulsion
[2006/09/02 08:51:26] ME Inc. said: er..
[2006/09/02 08:51:43] sasyz said: cos i think it transcends beyond mere obsession already
[2006/09/02 08:51:59] sasyz said: chinese we say zou huo ru mo
[2006/09/02 08:52:10] sasyz said: walk fire into devil
[2006/09/02 08:52:12] sasyz said: haha
[2006/09/02 08:52:22] ME Inc. said: not funny leh... how??
[2006/09/02 08:52:32] sasyz said: not intended to be funny
[2006/09/02 08:52:36] sasyz said: so no need how.

Erm...

Before I forget about him.


*Photo sweetly contributed to my memory by Les =)

Choda Shigehiro.

"Too Much Cheap Red Wine = Headache"

" 姑姑 so nice!"

Little Man smiled shyly and quipped, just as I was getting out through the door. Little Man could actually tell I am looking different today - it's Bad-Hair Day and I have a big red band over the top of my head.

My day was already made. =]


It has been pouring non-stop since I sent my car in for a long-deserved wash. That was yesterday in the afternoon.

Sigh.


I think I have to admit: I am such a slob.

Whether it's a trip to the vet, or to the car-wash, or to the car-polish, or to the groomer's, I get a reproach - without fail. Sometimes mild, sometimes not. Damn. Am I not a paying customer?

I procrastinate too much. I need to sort that out.


On a happier note... Yay!!!

As a blessed result of some unfortunate circumstances, I am so getting a brand-new battery pack for my powerbook... and a brand-new iPod as a replacement unit for my malfunctioned one.

Yay yay Yay!!! =)

Enlightenment

[2006/08/31 14:30:37] Leslie said: wah IM so good
[2006/08/31 14:30:39] Leslie said: can talk
[2006/08/31 14:30:41] Leslie said: non stop
[2006/08/31 14:30:45] Leslie said: type non stop
[2006/08/31 14:30:50] Leslie said: without having to wait for your reply
[2006/08/31 14:30:50] Leslie said: wah
[2006/08/31 14:30:51] ME Inc. said: hahaha
[2006/08/31 14:30:52] Leslie said: quite fun
[2006/08/31 14:30:53] ME Inc. said: BASKET

Yeah, yeah. I coerced Les into getting an MSN account. At long last.

New Love

Dear me. My fondness for the Nipponese has been revived.

I wanna go Japan - Tokyo, anywhere!!


T'was a busy weekend.

So busy, Friday seemed so long ago, and I never had a chance to sleep in. So busy, my eyes are still dry from the lack of snooze and I am almost limping from the throbs in my knee.

But, it was all fun.


For some very important reason, and for all of three days, I kept my eyes glued on some live karate-do action. Not on the telly, but right at the sports hall.

It was such an eye-opener. I hadn't quite the slightest clue about the sport of karate-do on Friday; by Sunday, I think I might've developed quite a bit of love for the ooh-so-violent displays.

Ok, ok. I shan't lie to myself, nor to anyone else.

I think this might have unwittingly been the very important reason why I stayed through the matches. He definitely was an candied eye-opener for me. =]



Check out the uber-cool, super-seh Nipponese dude who seems to come right out of some Street Fighter game. Ooh, I wonder why I am begining to love karate-do.

Not convinced still?




Saturday afternoon, I managed to steal some time off from the tatami mats to spy on some very atas flea market organized by some very atas tai-tai, at her very own atas restaurant located in the very atas Rochester Park.

The atas flea market was also very aptly named.



I should've tried harder to look more atas so I didn't have to look like a fish walking on land. But I think my trucker cap didn't quite help me much. Plus, I must've been one of the rare ones who ended up only window-shopping - except the other 'rare ones' were really just the boyfriends/husbands.

Sorry, can't afford the atas price-tags.


Thanks to the atas flea market that brought me to the atas Rochester Park though, I stumbled upon some public apartments located very serenely just behind the cluster of atas restaurants.

I fell in love with that place.

Plus, having neighbors who own uber-funky wheels like this doesn't quite sound like a bad idea.




Then there was the Blacks Midnight 7s to attend to.

But by twilight on Saturday and Sunday, I was too tired to really watch the games.



Anyhow, when it comes to stylish violence and composed flair, rugby loses it all to karate-do.


I don't think I'm going to stop gushing about my Nipponese dude (whom Les found somewhat attractive in a deadly Ninja way as well) for the next couple of weeks. At least not until I forget how he actually looks like in my mind.

Then again, I have him on 'mytube' now. =)

Oh, did I mention the dude participated in the Junior category? Which means he is at least...

Ah, screw him it.

"But I have umbrellas too ok?"

Couple of things just made me smile - for the rest of my night. Naturally.

The road ahead suddenly seemed... less bleak. =)


I am inexplicably happy to be someone you put such stormy-weather faith in.

And I am eternally thankful I shall have your umbrellas to count on too, in my time to come.


Nonetheless, I would much prefer to call 'em 'brollies' - with a touch of class.

And remember, I like them big and black, with a leather handle, preferably polka-dotted.

Yes - very, very dotted.


Editor's note: the above is NOT an ad for Giordano.

Fatmama Slim

I notice I've been quite - *ahem* - witty over the phone texts these days.

Me: so when you coming over?
Pi: right about now.
Me: funk soul brudda...

Dee: so what's our story?
Me: er... morning glory?

No?

=/

Kama Sutra Non-syllabus

Er... hAhahAHAhaha?

A woman almost bit off her husband's willy as he cooked pancakes for tea - while she gave him oral sex.

In the heat of passion he lost his grip on the pan and spilt boiling oil down her naked back.

She clenched her teeth on his willy and in agony he bashed her on the head with the pan.

Both only admitted how they received their injuries after "intense questioning" by hospital docs in Carioca, Romania.

The man needed treatment to his willy while the wife had burns, two black eyes and a broken cheek bone.

Methinks this is phony crap - but crap, nonetheless.

Dr Fatmama

My baby girl has a catheter inserted into her left hind leg. The leg, together with the other three, that has "elephant skin", so says the animal doctor. "As thick as leather," continues he.

I would like to shove a gun right down his throat, but I would also have been one of 'em crazy, unreasonable bitch of a mom.

No, I'll be a cool mom, like I've always said.

So, the catheter is stuck right uncomfortably there into her vein, and will continue to be so for the next five days. Mommy is going to have to play house-doctor - pumping in vitamins into her tiny vein, two times a day, everyday for the next week or so.

Not as easy a feat as it might look. My heart bleeds a little more everytime her leg flinches as the needle finds its way through the rubber tubing.

I know, Pipes. Mommy would like to kill someone too, if I were you. But still, that doesn't give you no reason to go round chasing and nipping your poor sis.

Hang in there, baby. I know it's almost close to hell, where you are right now. Pain and itch just don't go nicely together, not especially when you can't do no shit about it.

In a few more days, you will (or at least, should) feel much better. And in a few months, you will be looking spanking new all over again. I don't know what my blind faith is based upon, other than that huge bomb that dropped down on me this morning, but I promise you this.


The doctor seemed professionally competent and genuinely concerned - though my human doctor of a brother thought I had been sweetly conned. Ah, he's just feeling sore, from the probable realization that a doctor who cures small little four-legged creatures is earning much more than he is. You should've aspired to be a veterinarian instead, Kor - just like I once had.

Dr Ly was pretty confident that Piper's skin disorder was stress-induced. Right from the start - and not some yeast infection.

Stress that probably rooted from major changes in Piper's seemingly insignificant life.

"Any major changes in your household in the past year or so? Did you move house? Did you have a new baby?" He questioned, and I struggled to find an answer.

There was nothing else "life-changing" I could put a finger on, except...

The arrival of a new adopted sister, who now shares not only the same bed, but also the affection of Mommy.

The sudden addition of two new humans into the already-crammed household, one of which is a terror in the form of a tiny 3-year-old toddler.

And... perhaps most of all, the sudden exit of an once-permanent figure from Piper's life, a father whom she has known since she was only all of two months. And, for the life of her, she would never understand where Papa has gone to.

I couldn't explain all but one to Dr Ly.

Everything's just too crazy - even for me.

Mommy's Love

So, what have I done today?

Gracie:
DHLP (annual vaccination) $35

Piper:
Injections
Vitamin C 500 mg (x 20) $119
Cefaxone 1g/5ml (x 0.3) $12
Heparin Saline $13
Injection Dispensing Fee $29
Laboratory
Histopathogy without Transport $102
Skin Scraping $17
Medication
Canitone (x 30) $10
Dexamed 0.5mg tablet (x 15) $6
DZP tablet 2mg (x 30) $8
Marbocyl tablets 20mg (x 10) $33
Simepar 70mg (x 50) $36
Nutritional Supplements
Falkamin (x 6) $66
Revenol 60tab (x 1) $85
Fluid Therapy
IV Catheter/End Plug Placement $41
Winged Infusion Set 23/25G Surflo (x 10) $23
Consultation $52
Homeopathics
BF Rescue Remedy $28
Nervous System SC 114 $26
Amount PAID $706

A Mommy’s Love: Priceless

Four

Happy birfdae to you,
Happy birfdae to you,
Happy birfdae, dear Gracie,
Happy birfdae to you!

Momsy loves you muchie too. Muaks.

Road Rage (Almost)

I think it's all just too plain to see.

I am not in the best of my moods now, and I can absolutely empathize with those road bullies we usually abhor. I mean, some of these stupid fucking bastards are, in very simple terms, "asking for it".

For one, don't fucking blare your stupid horns at me for any of your stupid reasons that I just can't see.

I felt that urge to stop my car right at the roadside. And I regretted not keeping a baseball bat in my car.

But I didn't. Even with a baseball bat, I don't think I can get out of any fight unscathed, if not dead.

*****

I haven't felt real true happiness for a long, long, long, long time.

How long more must it elude me?

Pray tell.

If The Woolly Mammoth Can, So I Can Too

Or at least, I still think.

I know I really ought not, but the weirdo in me got mildly excited when I read this.


I used to always tell the ex-dude... well, at least during those days when I was unabashedly dying to have his little dudes. That, should anything of fatal misfortune befall him, I would want to - without any life-threatening delay - retrieve and preserve his, er, spermatozoa. Or whatever supply was left in him. Anything. With his blessings of course.

And I wasn't for the life of me joking.

Call me weird, crazy, whatever. I really, really meant it - then. And now, I know - if old farts like the woolly mammoths can do it, I am pretty sure my plan would have worked too.


Now that I'm remembering stuff like this, it has suddenly dawned upon me that maybe... maybe I was just all too mentally intimidating for him to take.

Ah well.

Shiok'd

So I didn't get a Javanese; I got a Tui Na, or something to that effect, instead.

And I'm feeling oh-so-shiok all over now. Well, at least eighty percent of me does.

For that kind of price I had only to pay, I have absolutely no complaint.


I have recently heard of the story of an unlikely hero who stood up for me in Kota Kinabalu.

Mr Parkinson, I may not have had much fondness for you in my last few days - and I sincerely believed the feeling to be mutual as well - but I absolutely appreciate you remembered me. Or rather, the absence of me.

Thank you, from the bottomest of my humble heart.

At Least I Know I Love Sesame Bagels With Cream Cheese

I didn't expect this. The newfound days of freedom have turned out to be much, much more physically - and mentally - exhausting than those days of getting-stoned-at-the-desk-nine-to-five-everyday.

I suppose there must be some other stuff about 'freedom' that has fallen short of my humble expectations as well - I have just yet to discover them.

I am tired. My back is breaking, my legs are swelling, and my body is crying out loud for a Javanese.

Life as a refugee sure is tough as fuckin' hell.

If You See Me...

Whether online, or face-to-face.

Please refrain from asking the following questions:

A: So, what have you been doing in the past few days?

B: So how? Holiday ah?

C: Wah... tai-tai hor. Enjoying yourself?

D: So free now, right? Wanna do dinner and party?


Because I might just bite your head off, though I wouldn't really wanna show it.

Because,

A: I have been doing stuff that I can't explain to you.

B: I am not on holiday, and I fucking cannot afford to.

C: I am not fucking enjoying anything, because this feels much more terrible than when I was still at work.

D: I don't fucking want to do dinner and party.

Geddit?

Fugly Spanish

So Spain is the champion of the Singapore Cup.

But how come, pray tell, the Spanish ballers are nowhere - and I emphasize, NOWHERE - near as gorgeous-looking as their football compatriots?

Not fair.

And More Dudes

It's been a pretty strange week of dudes.

Let me recount.

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I met this Batis-dude right before my very eyes, and not as if I really think he's godly or anything, but I just have to 'ya ya' a bit.



He looked much more grumpier, and older, in real life. Naaaaah... not my cup of kopi-o.


And I digress.

The Philips Singapore Cup has been somewhat a disappointment. The action is cool, but everything else pretty much sucks.

Thank you, thank you, thank you - to all who've given me free access to the games (and the VIP lounge). You know who you are.

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Then, there were these dudes who kinda resurfaced in my life. All in a string.

Intentionally. Unintentionally. Surprisingly. That was how we crossed paths again.

They were more-than-happy kind of reunions, I suppose. Because we remembered how to have fun together again. At least I did.


And these dudes of mine, they prove it just right to me.

They come and go. And they will never stay.

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Me: Happy (48th?) birthday dude!! Hey I bumped into annie just the other day at PP.
Ed: Hahaha thanks! Yup she said she saw u with a dude!
Me: Er... yah, that unfortunately was the ex-dude.
Ed: Well, the term Old Flame wasn't coined for nothing...


My ex-dude, the Old Flame.

You make me wonder all the time... still.

Dude

There are perhaps some stuff I might've wanted to say, but it hasn't exactly been a good time all this while. And I'm darn sure it definitely isn't one now.

Ah, but I am learning this game pretty well. Things like this, they come and go. Nothing should linger around. I'd just have to go around my own stuff... and then just wait for it to go away.

It will go away.

Anyway, I am not normal all the time, and it is perhaps best that keepers should just be kept the way they're supposed to be.


Some things in life, you just know when you have to give it a shot. Some other things, you'd come to realize that shot is not going to worth all that you'd needed to give up for that stupid shot.

That's just life, and the little mindfucking games it plays with you.

You play it, and then you know it. Never quite vice versa.


Love, like the songs that sing about it, is usually temporal and delusional.

That's just how I'd like to believe it to be - for now.

For all that I am - the quirkiness and everything else pretty - I just know it's not the right time yet. Not at least for me, I know.

Just bring yourself onboard

This whole terrorism/heightened-air-travel-security thing is getting a wee bit ridiculous, I'm actually recontemplating my travel plans to - ah, no prizes for guessing - the two hottest spots for terrorism.

No "liquids, gels, beverages, shampoo, suntan lotions, creams, toothpaste, hair gel in the cabin", fine.

Absurdity like this is even tolerable to a minute extent:

Accordingly, all customers on Singapore Airlines flights from London Heathrow and Manchester on 10 August 2006, and until further notice, must observe the following restrictions in items taken beyond the airport security search points:

In a single (ideally transparent) plastic carrier bag, only the following items:

• Pocket-size wallets and pocket-size purses plus contents (for example money, credit cards, identity cards etc (not handbags)
• Travel documents essential for the journey (for example passports and travel tickets)
• Prescription medicines and medical items sufficient and essential for the flight (eg, diabetic kit), except in liquid form unless verified as authentic
• Spectacles and sunglasses, without cases
• Contact lens holders, without bottles of solution
• For those travelling with an infant: baby food, milk (the contents of each bottle must be tasted by the accompanying passenger) and sanitary items sufficient and essential for the flight (nappies, wipes, creams and nappy disposal bags)
• Female sanitary items sufficient and essential for the flight, if unboxed (eg tampons, pads, towels and wipes)
• Tissues (unboxed) and/or handkerchiefs
• Keys (but no electrical key fobs). All passengers must be hand searched, and their footwear and all the items they are carrying must be X-ray screened.

But pulling the plug on cell phones, cameras, books/magazines, iPods and laptops in hand luggage?

Then travel for fuck?

Spare me the ridicule of it all.