"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.

*****

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.

*****

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.

*****

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.

Shiiit

SLM* says: ginobili very handsome leh. haha

ME Inc. says: really ah? shiiit


Actually, I also don't know I "shiiit" for what. As if... =/


*name has been altered to protect identity.

Mr & Mrs Duncan

If the marriage of love and bliss could be captured in a 1024x768-resolution, 32-bit color image, this might be it.

Beginnings

August 5, 2006.

The first day of my brand new life ahead.

And coincidentally, the first day too of a brand new life together ahead for Rob and Soo.


Congratulations, folks.

Your wedding was quite a blast.

If I can't have my own beach wedding, I sure darn wouldn't miss one.





And I 'stole' this out of the photo album full of polaroids that were meant as keepsakes for the newly-weds. =)

'Ticked' - and Etched In Memory

In all honesty, this feels much more like graduation than anything. I used to wish I could stay in school and study/play for the rest of my life. But just like school, you know there's no such place on earth as 'forever'.

Some of you on this list, I've worked with for a long time in my almost-six years here. Some, for a short stint. Some, I have never even worked with, but... we drank together – and that counts a lot to me too!!

And then there're those few – you know who you are – you've made such a deep impact on my life, you're a keeper for sure.

Take care all of you.

Thank you, from the deepest of my heart, for bestowing me one of the best times of my life.


And so it is.




And thank you, girls. For being there with me.

Surreal

"... but don't cry. cause everything is the same, only you don't have to show up in tampines at 8:30 anymore."

*sniff*

This feels a little too surreal for me to fully grasp everything that's taking place.


Gawd, what have I done?

Perfectly Normal

There's nothing sweeter than hearing these words, "You're normal... you're normal... and you're normal..." over and over again.

So, I am very normal. =)


Me: Oh, I wanted to tell u... I'm perfectly normal.

Gay: That's great! But no not normal all the time.

Me: @#$$%^*^#@!$^&**!!!

Baby's Saved

Marvin says:
halo... who's baby is saved?
ME Inc. says:
the dog in my pic
Marvin says:
oh... wat happeneD?
ME Inc. says:
it's a pup that was picked up from some construction site.
ME Inc. says:
spca was going to put it down if no one adopts it by tmr
Marvin says:
oh... so u decide to keep it?
ME Inc. says:
no not me...
ME Inc. says:
my place no more space... so i had been forwarding the email
Marvin says:
ah i see.... good on u
ME Inc. says:
no lah... maybe not thru me leh.
Marvin says:
it's the heart that counts
ME Inc. says:
=]


I love me for my heart.

Too bad if you don't.

Buffy

"My cocker spaniel is harder to wake than me... I have to kick him out of my bed lor. Maybe that's why he pee'd in my room, in retaliation."

"Seven-Year Itch"

Out of no absolute intention at all, I did a 'Marilyn Monroe'.

Yes, that full-blown (literally) pose.

Though Sasy would beg to differ, quipping I had obviously used a very bad example, trying to akin myself to the voluptuous goddess of sex.

But you weren't there to witness it, honey. And someone else was. =/



If there exists a more emphatic word than 'malu', please, I beg of you... please shed light upon me. =(

Raspberries

ME Inc. says:
Raspberries
This fruit is best known for its liver-protecting function. Recent studies by the Hollings Cancer Institute at the University of Carolina have also proven that ellagic acid found in raspberries prevents the development of cancer cells.
Audrey says:
raspberry?
Audrey says:
it's quite seedy
Audrey says:
i guess vodka rasberry juice wld help too
ME Inc. says:
@(*&$(#*&!)@&#)(#!!!!!


My 猪朋酒鬼友.

Miffy & Toffee

ME Inc. says:
let's catchup over dinner real soon
flank says:
ok, and Winny's house warming should be on real soon.....then we bring all our dogs to warm the house!! lol
ME Inc. says:
hee hee hee... pee is very warm one.
flank says:
poo lagi more warm arh!!

Another bunch of chums I love as well.

Plus two more. =)