found this picture in my archive which was shot several weeks back. thought i'd put this up for the heck of it... no prizes for guessing who that was in the picture. grin...
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
One Of Those Days At Work
found this picture in my archive which was shot several weeks back. thought i'd put this up for the heck of it... no prizes for guessing who that was in the picture. grin...
Sunday, August 19, 2007
Jalan Jalan Nasi Padang
saturday, one of the rarest weekends i've had in a long time, where the day and night was spent out of the house.
it made me so happy... so very happy!
karen and i had a brilliant jalan-jalan nasi padang at arab street. so brilliant it was that karen did a wunderfulll collage of our sojourn and i had no choice but to artistically steal her creation off her blog (www.purposelydifficult.blogspot.com) and paste it onto mine.
nice hor...? i like...! aiyooo karen girl, you so clever do this picture leh...!
and we turned all kiddy when we saw a shop selling all things 'blast-from-the-past'.
the gooey sticky paste one blows into a sticky bubble from a teeny-weeny yellow straw was enough to fill our hearts with sheer joy and contentment. it was pure pleasure costing only a dollar for a whole box full of gooey ballony paste.
gurl... you blew it good i say... grin...
and our sojourn brought us past the row of shops along arab street, baghdad street (nope... no gun-toting redneck/marines here, and no need for a green zone either), bussorah street, kandahar street (yeah no talebans here either) and until karen had this culturally-skewed idea to pay a visit at the old istana kampong glam now turned into some malay heritage and cultural museum.
and we found a replica of an old HDB flat in the museum, all done up ala the 70s presumably, replete with gaudy wall paint colour, a black and white television set, that old school electric blade-fan and super retro furnitures. and get this, it came with a linoleum lined flooring as well!
departing from arab street on a high... i made my way to chern yeh's studio and lazed the whole afternoon in his couch playing xbox games. i suck big time at car racing games even though i was driving a lexus. stupid car.
elvan came in the evening and picked us up for dinner at little india. pure north indian vegetarian dinner at raj's was enough to burst our pants at the seams.
the supressed look of extreme hunger...
at night, wei came over and dragged me out to the mercedes' c-class launch at sentosa's cafe del mar. him and his car-crazed mood as usual.
and i cannot believe he made me walked all the way from the faraway parking lots to the supremely faraway cafe del mar.
after a long walk riddled with grumblings and curses (coming from me) in the extreme humidity of the night, we finally arrived at cafe del mar. the free flow booze was my redemption after the grueling long walk.
oh-so-cute-sinewy-muscled bevy of young boys doing free-running all over the metal structure... which i remarked to wei was an extreme homo-erotic display where topless boys of age slide down poles and holes next to one another in extreme close contacts
les enfant terribles...
several many many glasses of wine later...
... we both looked like we need extreme makeovers
wei's idea of driving us back home safely without having the traffic police to stop us on the road for breathalyser tests - sleep off the alcohol on his mini cooper
hadn't had a saturday this fun in a long, long time!
it made me so happy... so very happy!
karen and i had a brilliant jalan-jalan nasi padang at arab street. so brilliant it was that karen did a wunderfulll collage of our sojourn and i had no choice but to artistically steal her creation off her blog (www.purposelydifficult.blogspot.com) and paste it onto mine.
nice hor...? i like...! aiyooo karen girl, you so clever do this picture leh...!
and we turned all kiddy when we saw a shop selling all things 'blast-from-the-past'.
the gooey sticky paste one blows into a sticky bubble from a teeny-weeny yellow straw was enough to fill our hearts with sheer joy and contentment. it was pure pleasure costing only a dollar for a whole box full of gooey ballony paste.
gurl... you blew it good i say... grin...
and our sojourn brought us past the row of shops along arab street, baghdad street (nope... no gun-toting redneck/marines here, and no need for a green zone either), bussorah street, kandahar street (yeah no talebans here either) and until karen had this culturally-skewed idea to pay a visit at the old istana kampong glam now turned into some malay heritage and cultural museum.
and we found a replica of an old HDB flat in the museum, all done up ala the 70s presumably, replete with gaudy wall paint colour, a black and white television set, that old school electric blade-fan and super retro furnitures. and get this, it came with a linoleum lined flooring as well!
departing from arab street on a high... i made my way to chern yeh's studio and lazed the whole afternoon in his couch playing xbox games. i suck big time at car racing games even though i was driving a lexus. stupid car.
elvan came in the evening and picked us up for dinner at little india. pure north indian vegetarian dinner at raj's was enough to burst our pants at the seams.
the supressed look of extreme hunger...
at night, wei came over and dragged me out to the mercedes' c-class launch at sentosa's cafe del mar. him and his car-crazed mood as usual.
and i cannot believe he made me walked all the way from the faraway parking lots to the supremely faraway cafe del mar.
after a long walk riddled with grumblings and curses (coming from me) in the extreme humidity of the night, we finally arrived at cafe del mar. the free flow booze was my redemption after the grueling long walk.
oh-so-cute-sinewy-muscled bevy of young boys doing free-running all over the metal structure... which i remarked to wei was an extreme homo-erotic display where topless boys of age slide down poles and holes next to one another in extreme close contacts
les enfant terribles...
several many many glasses of wine later...
... we both looked like we need extreme makeovers
wei's idea of driving us back home safely without having the traffic police to stop us on the road for breathalyser tests - sleep off the alcohol on his mini cooper
hadn't had a saturday this fun in a long, long time!
Thursday, August 16, 2007
Yet Another Candle For Seto
HAPPY BURFDAEY SETO THE CHEETOH!!!
one will know one is ageing simply by observing the fashion in which his or her birthday is being celebrated:
1. instead of the usual drunken night of debauchery and decadence in a cool club like zouk, your birthday is celebrated over high tea at the swissotel's equinox with a group of friends and they are totally sober
2. one does not get receive gifts or presents like a vibrator or a dildo anymore, but will instead receive useful practical gifts like bookstore vouchers, travel suuitcases, running shoes, etc.
3. at least one of your guests at your high tea birthday celebration will have children in tow and you and everyone else will be addressed as auntie seto, uncle zai, auntie dora, uncle david, auntie karen, auntie yvonne and uncle dolphin (that's me according to felicia's little nicholas)
the cake was obviously too small to fit in 40 candles altogether... or was it 45?
and the view from the equinox was of course, to die for...
and yeah, i had a whale of a frigging good time!
we love you seto the cheetoh!
one will know one is ageing simply by observing the fashion in which his or her birthday is being celebrated:
1. instead of the usual drunken night of debauchery and decadence in a cool club like zouk, your birthday is celebrated over high tea at the swissotel's equinox with a group of friends and they are totally sober
2. one does not get receive gifts or presents like a vibrator or a dildo anymore, but will instead receive useful practical gifts like bookstore vouchers, travel suuitcases, running shoes, etc.
3. at least one of your guests at your high tea birthday celebration will have children in tow and you and everyone else will be addressed as auntie seto, uncle zai, auntie dora, uncle david, auntie karen, auntie yvonne and uncle dolphin (that's me according to felicia's little nicholas)
the cake was obviously too small to fit in 40 candles altogether... or was it 45?
and the view from the equinox was of course, to die for...
and yeah, i had a whale of a frigging good time!
we love you seto the cheetoh!
Saturday, August 04, 2007
When Push Comes To Shove
if the sky is clear and blue, it does not mean you'll have good weather for the rest of the day.
if the ocean is calm, it does not mean there will never be a tsunami elsewhere.
if the meadow is serene, it does not mean there will never be an earthquake.
and if you deduce this blog of mine to fully reflect i'm having a good time 24/7, i say go shut your traps and keep your fucking poor judgement to yourself.
writing keeps my fucking sanity alive.
and i'm sorry i don't live a fucking picture-perfect life like the way you do.
a perfect day a perfect night
your perfect life
threw me a spanner
that makes you fucking perfectly happy
i hope
if the ocean is calm, it does not mean there will never be a tsunami elsewhere.
if the meadow is serene, it does not mean there will never be an earthquake.
and if you deduce this blog of mine to fully reflect i'm having a good time 24/7, i say go shut your traps and keep your fucking poor judgement to yourself.
writing keeps my fucking sanity alive.
and i'm sorry i don't live a fucking picture-perfect life like the way you do.
a perfect day a perfect night
your perfect life
threw me a spanner
that makes you fucking perfectly happy
i hope
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