i woke up pretty late this morning although i made it in time for work. i felt more than being the usual morning person than i usually am. it was like as if i am vladimir horowitz's extremely deft fingers playing chopin's butterfly etude as i moved about in my apartment getting ready for work.
i knew i was feeling light and happy but i could not pinpoint what made me feel that way. perhaps it's friday, perhaps i was glad the media event we had the day before went on well, perhaps i was thinking it's burger king day for lunch, perhaps i was looking forward to stay home as usual tonight and watch DVDs and have a bottle of wine. i couldn't find the exact and precise reason.
it was only when i was in the bathroom brushing my teeth and at the same time furiously scrutinizing the wrinkles of my forehead that it hit me - i am glad for a friend who told me of his good news the night before; that he is out of any immediate health related danger after his medical screening and tests.
and that made me think, i should just totally lay off smoking... before my cells mutate and turn cancerous.... i should.
gosh... i think i am having this brain atrophy... took me so long to realise why i am actually happy.
Friday, March 30, 2007
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
Planet Unicorn
oh this is just great... suddenly i'm unicorn material. right. and i live in my own planet. perhaps. possibly maybe.
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
Les Terribles Les Fat Visage
first thing that came into my mailbox this morning from alex - a snapshot of us at the glam party 2 weeks ago.
what have i done to myself? oh my gawd... double chin, fat face, fat everything! this is so gonna get posted on this blog, as a grim reminder of how globular fat cells can seriously contribute to real image dysmorphia. oh no... i'm fat.
lynda said "do you know right after 6 sessions of excercise, you can start losing your double chin?"
nice to know that lynda... awww thanks! i'm hungry now, mebbe i'll snack on dust. yeah... better, dust, zero calories. dust. anybody? dust? yeah dust.
what have i done to myself? oh my gawd... double chin, fat face, fat everything! this is so gonna get posted on this blog, as a grim reminder of how globular fat cells can seriously contribute to real image dysmorphia. oh no... i'm fat.
lynda said "do you know right after 6 sessions of excercise, you can start losing your double chin?"
nice to know that lynda... awww thanks! i'm hungry now, mebbe i'll snack on dust. yeah... better, dust, zero calories. dust. anybody? dust? yeah dust.
For An Old Friend
almost 2am now. i had just got off from a long conversation with an old friend, someone whom i don't get to see very often at all, but it is someone who had been there for me in my hour of darkness and joy. and when we do get the chance to meet up, we'd have long conversations, and we'd be perfectly at ease with one another despite a long in-between absence before we meet the next time round again.
i have this to say to you my dear friend. many people out there right now probably cannot claim they have been through what you are going through at this very moment. and these are the people that you and i both know: they're our friends too.
and now that i know from your own admission that you have been reading my postings, i'm gonna say this to you (and you do know who you are) - you still have us, your friends. never strangers to you. we'll walk with you.
here is a little something for you from the poet Rumi, you will keep on walking and we'll be with you along the way:
"Come, come, whoever you are,
Wanderer, worshipper, lover of leaving,
Ours is not a caravan of despair.
Even if you have broken your vows a thousand times
It doesn't matter
Come, come yet again, come"
i have this to say to you my dear friend. many people out there right now probably cannot claim they have been through what you are going through at this very moment. and these are the people that you and i both know: they're our friends too.
and now that i know from your own admission that you have been reading my postings, i'm gonna say this to you (and you do know who you are) - you still have us, your friends. never strangers to you. we'll walk with you.
here is a little something for you from the poet Rumi, you will keep on walking and we'll be with you along the way:
"Come, come, whoever you are,
Wanderer, worshipper, lover of leaving,
Ours is not a caravan of despair.
Even if you have broken your vows a thousand times
It doesn't matter
Come, come yet again, come"
Monday, March 26, 2007
The Great National Museum Excursion
the last time i stepped into the national museum was in 1988. that was when i was in secondary one. i particularly remember the event because during a school trip to the museum, some of my classmates and i were caught by a museum staff because we were gawking openly at a nude painting of a female subject. the days of folly and... what was i thinking? female nudity?
anyway, since the museum recently re-opened after a year long extensive renovation and additions were made to the existing structure, lynda and i decided to extend our post-drunken fashion fest afternoon for a visit to the museum with kennedy.
all i can say is, they did a damn good job for the newly re-opened museum.
i'm glad they retained the grand old trees that have been there for yonks.
main entrance
they left lots of stuff buried in the front lawn of the museum when i was in primary three, 1984! prolly video cassettes of smurfs, care bears, fraggle rock, strawberry shortcake and some asterix comics i think.
shot from the main entrance of the museum looking into the lobby, which holds the cuppola roof... or the dome if you like.
some english bloke left the plaque there at the lobby, obviously to let everyone know they started the campy movement - having had a queen (they still do now), speaking in english accent so that they can sound all so dandy and gay...
see what i mean by being campy? they had to have it all ornate and rich looking... cornice, extravagant corinthian columns, filigree, stained glass, etc... they started way earlier than liberace did.
we had to do an emergency turn-around when a female visitor (background in purple dress) showed off her armpits.
more shots taken on the second storey of the museum...
they retained the wrought iron filigree. personally, i would love to have these things around my bed so that i can chain myself up to such wonderful ornate workmanship. kidding. no really, i'm kidding.
looking inwards into the additional glass panel structure at the back of the museum. kennedy was more interested in searching for the souvenir shop because he heard they were giving away cold storage discount vouchers for cans of evaporated milk when you purchase a paper-weight model of the museum.
another view of the cuppola/dome. you can prolly tell by now that i went totally trigger happy with my cheap digicam in the museum. i simply cannot stop clicking away... even when in the galleries itself where photography is criminal offense. kidding... it is prohibited.
old chinese wayang costumes and headgears exhibit. i'd very much would like to wear those at my wedding one day.
part of the stage decor for a traditional chinese wayang puppet.
the spice girls were kind enough to loan one of their boots for display at the museum.
the sabre-like object in the middle was actually used for manicure/pedicure - to file nails and at times, to file off callouses and dead skin cells build-up on the soles.
the coca cola company must have been so pissed off cos they did not have their branding up there in the food gallery.
kennedy earnestly thought his bottom was delicious enough to go on display in the food gallery.
this bicycle push cart was typically used by kueh tutu (a local delicacy/cake) sellers in the early days. i'd like a tutu too, especially when i wear one when performing swan lake ballet. bishop desmond tutu will never agree to me wearing him though.
the spice gallery
butt paddles and stuff for spanking - traditional torture implements and paraphernalia used to enforce moral and cultural values among the early society during the founding of singapore. in its later years, it became fashionable to utilise them for sado-masochistic pleasure purposes. until martha stewart started to use them as moulds for baking cakes.
kennedy got too close to the marijuana herb and felt its intense sedating properties almost immediately. lucky bastard.
the photography gallery
it was time to head back home after we got thrown out by security for flouting the 'no-photography allowed in galleries' rule. lynda gave one last defiant smug-face look at the security guards in this last shot.
that was a nice round-up to our saturday. after a few pints of guinness draught at tango's in holland village, lynda and i headed back home and watched re-runs of little britain on dvd for some good laughs before hitting the sack.
anyway, since the museum recently re-opened after a year long extensive renovation and additions were made to the existing structure, lynda and i decided to extend our post-drunken fashion fest afternoon for a visit to the museum with kennedy.
all i can say is, they did a damn good job for the newly re-opened museum.
i'm glad they retained the grand old trees that have been there for yonks.
main entrance
they left lots of stuff buried in the front lawn of the museum when i was in primary three, 1984! prolly video cassettes of smurfs, care bears, fraggle rock, strawberry shortcake and some asterix comics i think.
shot from the main entrance of the museum looking into the lobby, which holds the cuppola roof... or the dome if you like.
some english bloke left the plaque there at the lobby, obviously to let everyone know they started the campy movement - having had a queen (they still do now), speaking in english accent so that they can sound all so dandy and gay...
see what i mean by being campy? they had to have it all ornate and rich looking... cornice, extravagant corinthian columns, filigree, stained glass, etc... they started way earlier than liberace did.
we had to do an emergency turn-around when a female visitor (background in purple dress) showed off her armpits.
more shots taken on the second storey of the museum...
they retained the wrought iron filigree. personally, i would love to have these things around my bed so that i can chain myself up to such wonderful ornate workmanship. kidding. no really, i'm kidding.
looking inwards into the additional glass panel structure at the back of the museum. kennedy was more interested in searching for the souvenir shop because he heard they were giving away cold storage discount vouchers for cans of evaporated milk when you purchase a paper-weight model of the museum.
another view of the cuppola/dome. you can prolly tell by now that i went totally trigger happy with my cheap digicam in the museum. i simply cannot stop clicking away... even when in the galleries itself where photography is criminal offense. kidding... it is prohibited.
old chinese wayang costumes and headgears exhibit. i'd very much would like to wear those at my wedding one day.
part of the stage decor for a traditional chinese wayang puppet.
the spice girls were kind enough to loan one of their boots for display at the museum.
the sabre-like object in the middle was actually used for manicure/pedicure - to file nails and at times, to file off callouses and dead skin cells build-up on the soles.
the coca cola company must have been so pissed off cos they did not have their branding up there in the food gallery.
kennedy earnestly thought his bottom was delicious enough to go on display in the food gallery.
this bicycle push cart was typically used by kueh tutu (a local delicacy/cake) sellers in the early days. i'd like a tutu too, especially when i wear one when performing swan lake ballet. bishop desmond tutu will never agree to me wearing him though.
the spice gallery
butt paddles and stuff for spanking - traditional torture implements and paraphernalia used to enforce moral and cultural values among the early society during the founding of singapore. in its later years, it became fashionable to utilise them for sado-masochistic pleasure purposes. until martha stewart started to use them as moulds for baking cakes.
kennedy got too close to the marijuana herb and felt its intense sedating properties almost immediately. lucky bastard.
the photography gallery
it was time to head back home after we got thrown out by security for flouting the 'no-photography allowed in galleries' rule. lynda gave one last defiant smug-face look at the security guards in this last shot.
that was a nice round-up to our saturday. after a few pints of guinness draught at tango's in holland village, lynda and i headed back home and watched re-runs of little britain on dvd for some good laughs before hitting the sack.
Sunday, March 25, 2007
Drunk and Pret-a-Porter
this saturday has got to be one of the best ever after many months of not stepping out of the village.
courtesy of mr sam yeo, fashionista extraordinaire and robinson's extreme makeover specialist, he had lynda and my name on the list of deserving people who are privileged to attend the s'pore fashion fest and get plastered on free-flow of white sparkling wine, chow on platters of fancy finger-food and do lots and lots of air-kissing with people we barely know. getting pissed high at 2pm was definitely it.
me, lynda and sam. lynda is seen holding her 14th glass of white sparkling wine.
the host was considerate enough to allow us the privilege of a non-stop 1.5 hours free-flow of booze before they finally decided that the cellar was running dry, and promptly herded us into the main hall where the runway was. we would have loved to accept the front row seat by the runway but i had a major fell out with karl lagerfeld, and hence we decided to avoid the front row VIP seating where he was seated.
lynda smuggled her 22nd glass of sparkling wine into the runway hall.
and the catwalk... all models were made to go through an extremely stringent nutrition test before they are allowed on the runway. anyone above 30kg do not qualify.
the fashion catwalk took place under the watchful eyes of sam (right), to make sure that no models were caught nibbling on anything remotely transfat or fibrous behind stage.
at the end of it all, all kudos to sam. great job at getting me totally plastered on a saturday afternoon, and oh, i frigging love the goody bag (especially the voucher to a top salon for hairdressing, i needed one badly).
the afternoon did not end there, lynda and i made a clear and alcohol-induced decision to continue our orchard road sojourn by going shopping.
"it's okay to shop senselessly and swipe my card liberally cos i'm drunk and i am legally incapable of making a well-informed decision..."
after coffee, we sobered up and realised the whole gravity of the credit card-swiping situation we were in. we promised to repent and mend our ways of wanton retail misadventure for the afternoon, but not after we make our way to the heeren mall cos' we heard there was a sale going on there. onward march! and oh, i got myself another piercing, on the right ear this time round.
courtesy of mr sam yeo, fashionista extraordinaire and robinson's extreme makeover specialist, he had lynda and my name on the list of deserving people who are privileged to attend the s'pore fashion fest and get plastered on free-flow of white sparkling wine, chow on platters of fancy finger-food and do lots and lots of air-kissing with people we barely know. getting pissed high at 2pm was definitely it.
me, lynda and sam. lynda is seen holding her 14th glass of white sparkling wine.
the host was considerate enough to allow us the privilege of a non-stop 1.5 hours free-flow of booze before they finally decided that the cellar was running dry, and promptly herded us into the main hall where the runway was. we would have loved to accept the front row seat by the runway but i had a major fell out with karl lagerfeld, and hence we decided to avoid the front row VIP seating where he was seated.
lynda smuggled her 22nd glass of sparkling wine into the runway hall.
and the catwalk... all models were made to go through an extremely stringent nutrition test before they are allowed on the runway. anyone above 30kg do not qualify.
the fashion catwalk took place under the watchful eyes of sam (right), to make sure that no models were caught nibbling on anything remotely transfat or fibrous behind stage.
at the end of it all, all kudos to sam. great job at getting me totally plastered on a saturday afternoon, and oh, i frigging love the goody bag (especially the voucher to a top salon for hairdressing, i needed one badly).
the afternoon did not end there, lynda and i made a clear and alcohol-induced decision to continue our orchard road sojourn by going shopping.
"it's okay to shop senselessly and swipe my card liberally cos i'm drunk and i am legally incapable of making a well-informed decision..."
after coffee, we sobered up and realised the whole gravity of the credit card-swiping situation we were in. we promised to repent and mend our ways of wanton retail misadventure for the afternoon, but not after we make our way to the heeren mall cos' we heard there was a sale going on there. onward march! and oh, i got myself another piercing, on the right ear this time round.
Saturday, March 24, 2007
Krispy Deep Fried Dough Kreme
it's been a helluva week at work... as evident from the state of my workstation... errr... desk... if you can see it beneath the pile.
while waiting for colin to come back from his jakarta business trip with a bottle of jack daniel's from DFS, i fell asleep in the living room in front of the telly. but he brought back something way even better...
KRISPY KREME!!! OHHH I LOVE THEM KRISPY KREMES!!! FUCK YEAH!!! KRISPY KREME!!!
this has gotta be the best trans fat ever... i can fuhgeddabout jack daniel's... it's better than sex - all of them in three boxes.
after chowing on one original krispy kreme and one jelly filled deep fried dough, i think i can go back to bed now. i don't mind having another round of shitty week at work all over again just to have a box of krispy kreme delivered to my door every friday night. colin, you gotta do your jakarta trips more often buddy.
while waiting for colin to come back from his jakarta business trip with a bottle of jack daniel's from DFS, i fell asleep in the living room in front of the telly. but he brought back something way even better...
KRISPY KREME!!! OHHH I LOVE THEM KRISPY KREMES!!! FUCK YEAH!!! KRISPY KREME!!!
this has gotta be the best trans fat ever... i can fuhgeddabout jack daniel's... it's better than sex - all of them in three boxes.
after chowing on one original krispy kreme and one jelly filled deep fried dough, i think i can go back to bed now. i don't mind having another round of shitty week at work all over again just to have a box of krispy kreme delivered to my door every friday night. colin, you gotta do your jakarta trips more often buddy.
Friday, March 23, 2007
NeoCons Show Off Their General (Limited) Knowledge
a friend of mine forwarded me this link:
http://www.conservapedia.com
an obvious attempt by neocons to present their own (warped) red-necked view of the world.
and so i was curious and clicked on the address link. looked pretty neat and clean cut in terms of lay-out. and i gave it a test on its search function for the word "islam".
surprise surprise but no surprise (what a bummer... these neocons are still the same lame predictable lot of zealots). the first paragraph gave a brief introduction, the second paragraph listed the religion's tenets, the third paragraph gave a scanty commentary on comparative theology on the christian-islam relationship. it higlights about how christians will be punished by God for being 'unbelievers'. and i thought to myself, "woohoo! this is definitely an interesting and ominous precursor of what's to come in the next paragraph"
the fourth paragraph - no surprises coming from insular red-necked neocons - jumped straight into talking about islam allegedly being derived from pagan traditions.
the next and last paragraph mentioned briefly on what sharia means. no biggie.
right... so there you go, all there is that you need to know about islam. i'd like to think of it more as a website you can go to if you want to find out what total dumb-fugs these neocons are.
it's hilarious no doubt, but i leave you with this:
caveat emptor: conservapedia is hazardous to your intellectual health
i'll stick to http://www.wikipedia.org thank you very much.
ps: i did a quick search on 'iraq'. absolutely no mention about how the americans are fucking up the country big time. but i did learn that "Saddam was a particularly brutal ruthless man..."
http://www.conservapedia.com
an obvious attempt by neocons to present their own (warped) red-necked view of the world.
and so i was curious and clicked on the address link. looked pretty neat and clean cut in terms of lay-out. and i gave it a test on its search function for the word "islam".
surprise surprise but no surprise (what a bummer... these neocons are still the same lame predictable lot of zealots). the first paragraph gave a brief introduction, the second paragraph listed the religion's tenets, the third paragraph gave a scanty commentary on comparative theology on the christian-islam relationship. it higlights about how christians will be punished by God for being 'unbelievers'. and i thought to myself, "woohoo! this is definitely an interesting and ominous precursor of what's to come in the next paragraph"
the fourth paragraph - no surprises coming from insular red-necked neocons - jumped straight into talking about islam allegedly being derived from pagan traditions.
the next and last paragraph mentioned briefly on what sharia means. no biggie.
right... so there you go, all there is that you need to know about islam. i'd like to think of it more as a website you can go to if you want to find out what total dumb-fugs these neocons are.
it's hilarious no doubt, but i leave you with this:
caveat emptor: conservapedia is hazardous to your intellectual health
i'll stick to http://www.wikipedia.org thank you very much.
ps: i did a quick search on 'iraq'. absolutely no mention about how the americans are fucking up the country big time. but i did learn that "Saddam was a particularly brutal ruthless man..."
The Irony That Is Beyond Me
how do you explain it when bad things happen to really good people? i am myself baffled. it's not supposed to happen this way.
if you are reading this, you know who you are. despite all that you've been through today, you still asked me how my day was.
keep up the courage, have faith. may everything work out well for you. hugs.
if you are reading this, you know who you are. despite all that you've been through today, you still asked me how my day was.
keep up the courage, have faith. may everything work out well for you. hugs.
Thursday, March 22, 2007
The Loverboy (Me?)
this is interesting. i took the test, and verdict came out like how lichelle used to describe me (although i don't look like anything in that illustration tho... i can only wish):
Link: The 32-Type Dating Test by OkCupid - Free Online Dating. My profile name: jugularcat |
Little India Sojourn
as usual, lynda and i had our little whimsical adventure earlier on tonight. we were at little india, doing our shopping in 24 hr mustafa store. very crowded as usual. the typical lynda-dean conversation ensued in the vanity section:
lynda: eh u see! this night face cream is on discount, cheaper than the one at guardian. must buy! are you gonna buy too?
me: eh i still have my other night treatment cream leh
lynda: then you faster use the cream lah, like every night you anyhow slap a lot of cream on your face then will sure finish fast. so now you can buy this new treatment cream, then can use already when your old cream is finished.
me: oh yah hor, good idea. or you think i should buy the other night face cream or not? my friend earnest told me it's good leh
lynda: no, you should get this one lah. you never read the magazine is it? this night face cream won like dunno what award, but it was voted like the best ever, even better than those branded expensive one, like it's the top night cream right now you know.
me: is it? ok i take one now, you want one too?
after ravaging the whole mall for nonsensical stuffs like gazillions of incense sticks, more toiletries to feed our insatiable need for vanity and an arabic music video vcd, we adjourned for a supper of prata, masala thosai and teh tarik.
i got home and read with absolute fascination and in complete awe of the night face cream's exotic ingredients - lavandula angustifolia extract, arnica montana flower extract, camellia sinensis leaf extract, amino-peptide complex, pro-vitamin B5... i'll wake up tomorrow looking like miss angelina jolie perhaps.
lynda: eh u see! this night face cream is on discount, cheaper than the one at guardian. must buy! are you gonna buy too?
me: eh i still have my other night treatment cream leh
lynda: then you faster use the cream lah, like every night you anyhow slap a lot of cream on your face then will sure finish fast. so now you can buy this new treatment cream, then can use already when your old cream is finished.
me: oh yah hor, good idea. or you think i should buy the other night face cream or not? my friend earnest told me it's good leh
lynda: no, you should get this one lah. you never read the magazine is it? this night face cream won like dunno what award, but it was voted like the best ever, even better than those branded expensive one, like it's the top night cream right now you know.
me: is it? ok i take one now, you want one too?
after ravaging the whole mall for nonsensical stuffs like gazillions of incense sticks, more toiletries to feed our insatiable need for vanity and an arabic music video vcd, we adjourned for a supper of prata, masala thosai and teh tarik.
i got home and read with absolute fascination and in complete awe of the night face cream's exotic ingredients - lavandula angustifolia extract, arnica montana flower extract, camellia sinensis leaf extract, amino-peptide complex, pro-vitamin B5... i'll wake up tomorrow looking like miss angelina jolie perhaps.
Fat Feline Of Jalan Kuning
piggy wiggy fat cat
you're round like a wombat
you're round like a wombat
high and low everyday i look out for you
cos' everytime when i see you i'll go woohoo!
cos' everytime when i see you i'll go woohoo!
i'm so lucky to have you as my neighbour
cos' without you life's such a labour
cos' without you life's such a labour
one day i promise i'll have you in my arm
and feed you lots of fish to make you go yummm!
and feed you lots of fish to make you go yummm!
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
Natasha My Pimp
anything i'd do as an excuse to come out for a drink, or two, or three, or more. some friends from australia and KL were in town. of course natasha was the pimp for the night.
wayne, natasha & steven
and we found ourselves zipped down to clarke quay's hed kandi bar from tango's in holland village for more *hic* booze *hic*
the tourism board did a fantastic job with the lights and glitz kitsch, turning tourists' attention away from the dark murky waters of the singapore river along clarke quay
the hend kandi bar was errr... put it this way, i had major trouble trying to walk to the bathroom without tripping and stumbling on the floor along the way. how much did i have to drink? four? five? six pints of guinness draught? mebbe just six all in all.
bye-bye wayne and steven... catch you boys whenever, wherever in brissy and KL!
and natasha said "oh i'm going to model for sony this saturday".
right okay, i'm sure you model well with gadgets for geriatrics. grin... love you girl! we should hang out in the village more often and do pilates on me. haha!
wayne, natasha & steven
and we found ourselves zipped down to clarke quay's hed kandi bar from tango's in holland village for more *hic* booze *hic*
the tourism board did a fantastic job with the lights and glitz kitsch, turning tourists' attention away from the dark murky waters of the singapore river along clarke quay
the hend kandi bar was errr... put it this way, i had major trouble trying to walk to the bathroom without tripping and stumbling on the floor along the way. how much did i have to drink? four? five? six pints of guinness draught? mebbe just six all in all.
bye-bye wayne and steven... catch you boys whenever, wherever in brissy and KL!
and natasha said "oh i'm going to model for sony this saturday".
right okay, i'm sure you model well with gadgets for geriatrics. grin... love you girl! we should hang out in the village more often and do pilates on me. haha!
Runny And Wet
ian: my side profile damn sexy i know
lynda: mmm... your ear got come out something runny and wet one... yummm...
i know so many of you out there totally dig runny eggs with soya sauce and white pepper... not for me though, nah uh. it smells like bleagh.
Middle Finger To The Gahmen
nabey! hong gan! farkerlando! middle finger! the other middle finger! all of those to the gahmen!
5 days reservist in-camp training yet AGAIN from 23rd april - 27th april.
i curse the gahmen. the gahmen is accursed.
there goes my plan for KL... sigh...
only some people can help express how how i feel, right now, via finger gesture.
one fine day i will be a quitter and find refuge in KL... sure one.
proud to be a quitter.
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
A Weekend Unravelled
post glam party
one too many dom perignon
intense dehydration was
my saturday morning wake up call
volunteer work beckoned
watching the glee on those kids faces
they made me smile
as the guitar ensemble plucked familiar tunes
theme to doraemon
chopin's nocturne in E minor
belaian jiwa
over the rainbow - judy garland prancing in my head
russel was mad at me
i flaked on him for st patrick's day drinks
on the same night
but he'd understand i hope
i have my 2 years of reasoning backing me up
music and lyrics made me giggle
hugh grant's wrinkles spelt out grace
drew barrymore is still the same girl since E.T.
vince's witty commentaries made me think
geez how come i did not think of something clever like he did?
saturday gave way to sunday
lunch of gastronomical proportions at da paolo
pizza
oven baked pie
russian salad
7 up
coke lite
lots of trigger happy kodak moments
humidity was killing me
the village tour
i gotta get out of the intense heat
can't the government air-condition the whole damn island?
an afternoon siesta
calm
safe
secure
goodbye at the bus stop
tracked back home
sean provided distraction - cold storage sojourn
a smoke or two and a long chat
in the humidity and stillness of the night
with ms suzanne walker
i miss her for all her rants of innocence
and her unbridled sincerity
those welled up eyes
over talks of the past and recent
i love you as a friend suzanne
you know that
casino royale at home
colin and roy
gushed at how i cocooned
out of hibernation
lynda's sms
brought us to a late night feeding fest
at adam road hawker centre
midnight venture of -
teh
bandung
maggi mee goreng
nasi goreng
bistik kering
bedtime
contentment
come what may tomorrow
i'll vie for contentment
and simple comforts amongst friends
Are we losing touch?
If you believed
they put a man on the moon,
man on the moon
If you believe
there's nothing up my sleeve,
then nothing is cool
excerpt from
Man on The Moon by R.E.M.
one too many dom perignon
intense dehydration was
my saturday morning wake up call
volunteer work beckoned
watching the glee on those kids faces
they made me smile
as the guitar ensemble plucked familiar tunes
theme to doraemon
chopin's nocturne in E minor
belaian jiwa
over the rainbow - judy garland prancing in my head
russel was mad at me
i flaked on him for st patrick's day drinks
on the same night
but he'd understand i hope
i have my 2 years of reasoning backing me up
music and lyrics made me giggle
hugh grant's wrinkles spelt out grace
drew barrymore is still the same girl since E.T.
vince's witty commentaries made me think
geez how come i did not think of something clever like he did?
saturday gave way to sunday
lunch of gastronomical proportions at da paolo
pizza
oven baked pie
russian salad
7 up
coke lite
lots of trigger happy kodak moments
humidity was killing me
the village tour
i gotta get out of the intense heat
can't the government air-condition the whole damn island?
an afternoon siesta
calm
safe
secure
goodbye at the bus stop
tracked back home
sean provided distraction - cold storage sojourn
a smoke or two and a long chat
in the humidity and stillness of the night
with ms suzanne walker
i miss her for all her rants of innocence
and her unbridled sincerity
those welled up eyes
over talks of the past and recent
i love you as a friend suzanne
you know that
casino royale at home
colin and roy
gushed at how i cocooned
out of hibernation
lynda's sms
brought us to a late night feeding fest
at adam road hawker centre
midnight venture of -
teh
bandung
maggi mee goreng
nasi goreng
bistik kering
bedtime
contentment
come what may tomorrow
i'll vie for contentment
and simple comforts amongst friends
Are we losing touch?
If you believed
they put a man on the moon,
man on the moon
If you believe
there's nothing up my sleeve,
then nothing is cool
excerpt from
Man on The Moon by R.E.M.
Monday, March 19, 2007
Glam Party Revisited
i showed up at the glamour party eventually, despite the madness at work that trailed prior to the party. it's all about not wanting the person that means a lot to you, to feel let down by your failure to show up.
i followed up with an e-mail to both dora and david (the turnips, a conglomerate of both surnames: turner and yip)
Subject: hollywood schmollywood party
Dear The Turnips,
I must thank the both of you again for the advice dispensed regarding what to wear for the Glam Party last week.
After much harassment and frustrations that befell upon me at work last Friday, I eventually made it to the party at around 10pm.
I came dressed up in my pointed leather shoes, old torn blue jeans, big buckled metal brass belt, black fitted long sleeved shirt and a formal evening jacket (t’was Hugo Boss no less).
The host did ask me this: "So which old Hollywood doyen are u?"
To which my reply was: "Forgive me for the lack of decorum but I am here as my namesake, Dean, Mr James Dean. Dean is all dressed as a rebel without a cause that he has always meant to be, in a pair of jeans and pointed leather boots, but still polite enough to grace the host’s event by putting on a formal jacket."
Tis’ lovely to have a sudden and last minute fashion genius lightning to strike you when all else seems bleak and hopeless.
Lovely,
dean
i followed up with an e-mail to both dora and david (the turnips, a conglomerate of both surnames: turner and yip)
Subject: hollywood schmollywood party
Dear The Turnips,
I must thank the both of you again for the advice dispensed regarding what to wear for the Glam Party last week.
After much harassment and frustrations that befell upon me at work last Friday, I eventually made it to the party at around 10pm.
I came dressed up in my pointed leather shoes, old torn blue jeans, big buckled metal brass belt, black fitted long sleeved shirt and a formal evening jacket (t’was Hugo Boss no less).
The host did ask me this: "So which old Hollywood doyen are u?"
To which my reply was: "Forgive me for the lack of decorum but I am here as my namesake, Dean, Mr James Dean. Dean is all dressed as a rebel without a cause that he has always meant to be, in a pair of jeans and pointed leather boots, but still polite enough to grace the host’s event by putting on a formal jacket."
Tis’ lovely to have a sudden and last minute fashion genius lightning to strike you when all else seems bleak and hopeless.
Lovely,
dean
Thursday, March 15, 2007
Glam Party - Finale
i garnered help from other friends too, and response came right after porcky's msn advice to me, in the form of e-mail correspondence. it was dora and david whose help i sought.
my e-mail to both dora and david:
Guess what?
I need help – what to wear.
What: Glamour Party
When: Tomorrow night
Theme : (This is the toughest part) Old Hollywood Glam – think Bogart, Bacall, Katherine Hepburn, etc
David – you have any suit I can borrow/rent that has any semblance to what the stars of the days of Old Hollywood used to wear? (e.g. suit, blazer, jacket, fedora, neck-scarve, walking cane, anything)
ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHH !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
david was the first to reply:
ha ha, now you need 'ang moh eye for the asian guy'
i assume you are Bogart not Hepburn.
I have one suit jacket but it is def not old hollywood plus I need it for Japan on Tuesday so prob not best to wear to a glam party so soon before.
You need to find a hat most of all.
as for a fedora, I only have the dora part sorry,
will try to think.
wait i have a white waste coat i think - Dora did I bring this to Singapore?
followed by dora:
Oh my goodness! The irony is beyond me. No, the white waist coat is not in Singapore.
Dean, why don’t you go as one of the exoticised orientals rom the old David Lean pictures. Like riding on the back of an elephant ala passage to India? Then u can wear one of ur many exotic kurtas
Ps: I got invite for the party too! Tee hee, through work. But then not quite my scene lah. If not I could be the dora in your fedora.
Sorry can’t be of much help man…
epilogue
aye thanks guys... made up my mind, i'm ditching the whole thing cos i'd rather a stress free friday evening. going running with lynda and do the late night dvd thing. but you know what... it's amazing how all of you have this indelible perception of me in a north indian kurta or some jihad joe garb and an arafat kiffayeh, in any given event/function. buwahaha!
my e-mail to both dora and david:
Guess what?
I need help – what to wear.
What: Glamour Party
When: Tomorrow night
Theme : (This is the toughest part) Old Hollywood Glam – think Bogart, Bacall, Katherine Hepburn, etc
David – you have any suit I can borrow/rent that has any semblance to what the stars of the days of Old Hollywood used to wear? (e.g. suit, blazer, jacket, fedora, neck-scarve, walking cane, anything)
ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHH !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
david was the first to reply:
ha ha, now you need 'ang moh eye for the asian guy'
i assume you are Bogart not Hepburn.
I have one suit jacket but it is def not old hollywood plus I need it for Japan on Tuesday so prob not best to wear to a glam party so soon before.
You need to find a hat most of all.
as for a fedora, I only have the dora part sorry,
will try to think.
wait i have a white waste coat i think - Dora did I bring this to Singapore?
followed by dora:
Oh my goodness! The irony is beyond me. No, the white waist coat is not in Singapore.
Dean, why don’t you go as one of the exoticised orientals rom the old David Lean pictures. Like riding on the back of an elephant ala passage to India? Then u can wear one of ur many exotic kurtas
Ps: I got invite for the party too! Tee hee, through work. But then not quite my scene lah. If not I could be the dora in your fedora.
Sorry can’t be of much help man…
epilogue
aye thanks guys... made up my mind, i'm ditching the whole thing cos i'd rather a stress free friday evening. going running with lynda and do the late night dvd thing. but you know what... it's amazing how all of you have this indelible perception of me in a north indian kurta or some jihad joe garb and an arafat kiffayeh, in any given event/function. buwahaha!
Glam Party - Part Deux
porcky who is in HK gave me this advice over msn - how to dress up old hollywood glam for the glam party tomorrow:
bluedogg@hotmail.com says:
i cannot think og anyway around it unless you want to be, like, the turbanned sheikh in gold on the cabaret stage
bluedogg@hotmail.com says:
aiyah - i tell you. you wear all your gold gold brocade, shiny kurtas or whatever.
bluedogg@hotmail.com says:
dress up like an arab sheikh-y out of like lawrence of arabia or whatever
bluedogg@hotmail.com says:
wear big fake square ruby in middle of your turban
pornstar says:
then say i am an aspring actor fresh off the boat from lebanon and my name is Omar Shariff is it?
bluedogg@hotmail.com says:
and swan around like you exotic invited guest of the hollywod vanguard can already
bluedogg@hotmail.com says:
channel the elizabeth taylor in period movies vibe
pornstar says:
i'll rent a pair of elephants with tassles and peacocks wondering ard me also
bluedogg@hotmail.com says:
pretend you're on some giant hollywood epic set
bluedogg@hotmail.com says:
can oredi
pornstar says:
ok can, i go call singapore zoo now
ok... this whole thing is stressing me out. i'll go running after work on friday instead and prolly rent a dvd to watch.
bluedogg@hotmail.com says:
i cannot think og anyway around it unless you want to be, like, the turbanned sheikh in gold on the cabaret stage
bluedogg@hotmail.com says:
aiyah - i tell you. you wear all your gold gold brocade, shiny kurtas or whatever.
bluedogg@hotmail.com says:
dress up like an arab sheikh-y out of like lawrence of arabia or whatever
bluedogg@hotmail.com says:
wear big fake square ruby in middle of your turban
pornstar says:
then say i am an aspring actor fresh off the boat from lebanon and my name is Omar Shariff is it?
bluedogg@hotmail.com says:
and swan around like you exotic invited guest of the hollywod vanguard can already
bluedogg@hotmail.com says:
channel the elizabeth taylor in period movies vibe
pornstar says:
i'll rent a pair of elephants with tassles and peacocks wondering ard me also
bluedogg@hotmail.com says:
pretend you're on some giant hollywood epic set
bluedogg@hotmail.com says:
can oredi
pornstar says:
ok can, i go call singapore zoo now
ok... this whole thing is stressing me out. i'll go running after work on friday instead and prolly rent a dvd to watch.
Glam Party
shit hits the fan when sean msn-ed me this morning... panic panic panic... i am in dire straits for a tux suit!
zhou.周公子.주지중. says:
hey
zhou.周公子.주지중. says:
is it ok if i cant attend the Glamour Party
zhou.周公子.주지중. says:
i just remember its this week
pornstar says:
eh AHHHHHHHH
pornstar says:
NOW THAT U MENTIONED IT
pornstar says:
ARGHHHH!
pornstar says:
totally forgot!!!!!
zhou.周公子.주지중. says:
oh?
pornstar says:
i have the invites at home
pornstar says:
fuck
zhou.周公子.주지중. says:
i was reminded by another friend..
zhou.周公子.주지중. says:
then how?
pornstar says:
it totally went off my head
pornstar says:
i give u ur invite card tonite
zhou.周公子.주지중. says:
okla.. if i can make it i see u there ok?
pornstar says:
ok ok
pornstar says:
fuck
zhou.周公子.주지중. says:
thanks!
pornstar says:
i totally forgot
zhou.周公子.주지중. says:
what?
pornstar says:
sorry sorry
pornstar says:
shit
zhou.周公子.주지중. says:
u ment to give to ppl iss it?
pornstar says:
that means i don even have time to rent a tuxedo
pornstar says:
i was supposed to pass the invite card to u
pornstar says:
shit shit shit
zhou.周公子.주지중. says:
wah tuxedo somemore!
pornstar says:
cos it's hollywood theme
pornstar says:
u know, catherine hepburn era them
pornstar says:
arghhhhhh!
pornstar says:
me got no suit
zhou.周公子.주지중. says:
wah..
pornstar says:
arghhhh how how how
pornstar says:
HOW
zhou.周公子.주지중. says:
u tell them, u r Chandler from Friends, u wear hawaiian shirt
pornstar says:
or i am fresh off the boat from asia landed in LA
pornstar says:
HOW lah sean!
pornstar says:
shit it did not cross to me it's this week
pornstar says:
fuck
pornstar says:
HOW sean HOW???
zhou.周公子.주지중. says:
hey
zhou.周公子.주지중. says:
is it ok if i cant attend the Glamour Party
zhou.周公子.주지중. says:
i just remember its this week
pornstar says:
eh AHHHHHHHH
pornstar says:
NOW THAT U MENTIONED IT
pornstar says:
ARGHHHH!
pornstar says:
totally forgot!!!!!
zhou.周公子.주지중. says:
oh?
pornstar says:
i have the invites at home
pornstar says:
fuck
zhou.周公子.주지중. says:
i was reminded by another friend..
zhou.周公子.주지중. says:
then how?
pornstar says:
it totally went off my head
pornstar says:
i give u ur invite card tonite
zhou.周公子.주지중. says:
okla.. if i can make it i see u there ok?
pornstar says:
ok ok
pornstar says:
fuck
zhou.周公子.주지중. says:
thanks!
pornstar says:
i totally forgot
zhou.周公子.주지중. says:
what?
pornstar says:
sorry sorry
pornstar says:
shit
zhou.周公子.주지중. says:
u ment to give to ppl iss it?
pornstar says:
that means i don even have time to rent a tuxedo
pornstar says:
i was supposed to pass the invite card to u
pornstar says:
shit shit shit
zhou.周公子.주지중. says:
wah tuxedo somemore!
pornstar says:
cos it's hollywood theme
pornstar says:
u know, catherine hepburn era them
pornstar says:
arghhhhhh!
pornstar says:
me got no suit
zhou.周公子.주지중. says:
wah..
pornstar says:
arghhhh how how how
pornstar says:
HOW
zhou.周公子.주지중. says:
u tell them, u r Chandler from Friends, u wear hawaiian shirt
pornstar says:
or i am fresh off the boat from asia landed in LA
pornstar says:
HOW lah sean!
pornstar says:
shit it did not cross to me it's this week
pornstar says:
fuck
pornstar says:
HOW sean HOW???
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
Stick No Bills
bill found near the intern's cage
one of the small little reasons why i'd wake up to go back to work the next morning... because you know you will still be able to laugh among good company.
one of the small little reasons why i'd wake up to go back to work the next morning... because you know you will still be able to laugh among good company.
Oh Miss Mariah Carey!
i've always liked ms mariah carey since 1992, i mean like i really really do like her a lot but these days, for certain reasons, i try hard not to listen to ms carey anymore. but sometimes it's hard not to.
breaking the glum in the office is pretty easy a thing to do. go to youtube, search for ms carey's music video and VOILA! shou chen and ian break into ms carey's yuletide back-up singers. so campy these two boys!
breaking the glum in the office is pretty easy a thing to do. go to youtube, search for ms carey's music video and VOILA! shou chen and ian break into ms carey's yuletide back-up singers. so campy these two boys!
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
Ah-Kwa
day-a-dreaming on this hot lazy afternoon, my mind was transported to the days of nostalgia when i was an undergrad in nus, lazing in my own room in the hall of residence in the very same sweltering heat (no air-con at that time in the hall of residence lah). and this is one of the several tracks that defined part of my landscape of youth and growing-up. nice.
Leonidas? That One Is Comic Story Lah!
hookay, what i am gonna say next has got nothing to do with academic arrogance nor has it got any semblance to a blatant display of intellectual prowess. none whatsoever. but i feel the need to get it off my chest and purge it all out of my extremely disappointed faculty of reasoning in sheer desperation. if i don't do this (of what is to come next), i must cede to the fact that my years and years of passion for the history discipline will just crumble as if a sledgehammer of ignorance had struck with its unapologetic will upon it.
it's almost 1am on a tuesday morning right now, and you peeps out there must be thinking i must be bordering on the pathological or even a clinical condition to embark on what i will be saying next. but i bloody need to do this.
a msn chat with dora in the earlier part of the evening revealed our exasperation at the fact that ignorance and misinformation prevail all around us. not that it is a cardinal sin on its own if you truly have no idea where bandar seri begawan is; or if you believe that the grand ayatollah ali al-sistani of iraq is truly my living maternal grandfather who toppled the shah of iran and laid siege to the american embassy in tehran for 3 consecutive years just because the reagan administration had refused to supply Gap apparels to the iranian population.
my point is, when someone genuinely tries to correct your (mis)perceptions on a particular event or information, please, for the love of God, at least have an open cerebral faculty to process the possibilities that these corrections might hold some relative 'truths' - instead of shunning out these newfound 'truths' completely.
to draw a juxtaposition of what's muddling up my head right now, i take the liberty to paste an excerpt from one dora's (The Camel Diaries) postings:
5. Do not embarass yourself by not knowing the original artist of the song you pick. For example:
ACCEPTABLE = "Tonight, I'm going to sing Moondance by Van Morrison."
NOT ACCEPTABLE = "Tonight, I'm going to sing Moondance by Michael Buble."
It is generally agreed upon that Michael Buble is to jazz what Il Divo is to classical opera. So, if I hear one more person say, "I'm going to sing Crazy Little Thing Called Love by Michael Buble", I shall beat my chest, rend my clothes and will forever only play The Greatest Hits of Queen on my ipod.
going back to my case, i had the most tiresome debate with a friend over the weekend, desperately trying to bring to his attention that the movie "300", its events was loosely based on recorded historical analects by the famous ancient greek historian, herodotus (who is also by and large regarded as the first true historian to lay the distinct line between 'factual account' and 'accounts of myths and legends', thus providing the very foundation to a theoretical and analytical framework of approach to the discipline of history).
but sometimes, swift ignorance and rejection can inexplicably confound the very act of reason one may try to put across. i succumbed to sheer and unfettered trepidation when the same friend dismissed my earnest explanation when he said, "no, it's not history lah, it's just a story created by frank miller, he did vendetta also mah, where got history one?"
i could almost hear the wailing calls coming from the ghosts of my past history professors, lecturers and tutors... poor is the teacher whose student fails to shed the same offering of enlightenment unto others.
for the record, here are some historical facts:
1. sparta did exist as a fiercely independent army-state although it did assume a very minimal adoption of the hellenistic traditions
2. leonidas was a historically recognised monarch/king from the agiad lineage who reigned in 5th century b.c.
3. leonidas did lead his army of 300 men against the persian campaign to exact overlordship over greece led by xerxes (successor to darius the great)
4. the thespians and the thebans joined leonidas and his 300 men against the hundreds of thousands that made up the persian garrison
5. the persian wars took place in 480 b.c.
6. leonidas did consult the oracle at delphi before embarking on his mission (a very typical act carried out by any greek monarch before embarking on a war mission)
7. from recorded historical account, the oracle did auger two possibilities (i) sparta will be subjugated and razed to the ground or (ii) sparta will be saved but its king will perish - leonidas opted for the second option and went to war - which is a very typical hellenistic outlook which defined the concept of sovereignty and exercising the will of the state
8. leonidas and his men perished at the battle of thermopylae but not without inflicting considerable damage to the strength of the persian army
9. the persian campaign continued resulting in their nominal conquests of the ionian states
10. aristides formed the delian league and liberated the ionian states - the persian campaign was seriously weakened, resulting in the peace of callias where persia eventually agreed to signing a peace treaty with athens
but if you seriously and earnestly think it's all comic and fiction, i guess asterix was written from something 100% pulled out of rené goscinny's imaginative arse then. none of these actually existed cos it's only comics - visigoths, rome, gaius julius ceasar, gauls, corsica, cleopatra, druids, egypt, ptolemy, iberians, normans, vikings, the sphinx...and the list goes on.
whew... i think i can to bed now.
Monday, March 12, 2007
Robert Frost Revisited
i shot this picture of lynda and ian several weeks back when we were walking down the road from the office. lynda brought to our attention that the sky and clouds looked 'higher' than usual.
more often than not, you tend not to notice things like that until someone brings it to your attention. and in this case, it was lynda who brought it to my attention, which in turn resulted in me quickly snapping away shots of the blue sky and very distant white sheets of clouds.
perhaps if i make the effort, i may notice more things which i never knew before. a simple 5 mins walk home from the office may reveal more things if i were to pay attention to my surroundings just a lil' bit more.
in one of her recent blog postings, dora quoted a stanza from one of robert frost's poems. a poem which i used to read and admire during my early teenage years, i remember revisiting it several years back. since then, it had totally slipped off my mind until i stumbled upon it again on dora's blog (The Camel Diaries). and it was the most minor of all efforts, to go have a read at dora's little pockets of random thoughts and musings, that led me to robert frost all over again. there's a lot to do and discover as i walk down the road the next time round.
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
by Robert Frost.
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there's some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
Wrap It Up With A Pint... Or Two
sunday nights, as usual, can be quite a problematic enigma for me. i'd sometimes look for that one final activity to go for which i think will help wrap up the weekend, and in turn, will define and seal the preceding days in the whole week that you've been through. and if none is to be found, well, there's always cable tv. tonight, i found the perfect reason to nicely wrap up my sunday. all it took was a sms from an old friend, ernie; and we both ended up at tango's in the village. the perfect culprit for an excuse.
ernie strongly felt that guinness draught did not match his skin tone and wished he had ordered a strawberry daquiri instead...
the concluding pint that sent me home... to yet another manic monday
Sunday, March 11, 2007
Sunday With 300 Spartans
behind a twisted ankle is a silver lining. you can totally skip the botanic gardens routine and stay in till late night watching countless of dvds. perfect excuse not to exercise.
saturday was a totally sedentary stay-home saturday watching japanese animes, french & saunders and almodovar's spanish horror flick; and stuffing our faces with da paolo's vahlrona chocolate scones with sam and kennedy who came to the village for a visit.
i figured out i needed to have a bit of sun on sun-day (no pun intended). that means, having to walk for a minute to the bus stop under the sun, board the air-conditioned bus to vivocity, and go through the sheltered walkway into vivocity. that's pretty much having a bit of sun.
but i have both dora and david to thank for asking along to watch the movie, 300. watching the whole sparta thingy about fighting the persians was like a trip down memory lane - A level history paper 14; ancient history - the whole spiel on a group of fiercely independent group of citizen-warrior greeks from sparta who had no sense for aesthetics like their athenian counterpart had. the athenians may have their corinthian columns, doric columns and the ionic columns. and the spartans have...well, just plain functional boring looking columns to hold their roofs up.
but here are a few top reasons why you should go watch 300:
1. durian seeds-like abs were all over the screen (god bless golden village's huge-ass max screen)
2. leonidas' bubble butt tight ass (yesh! buck naked ass)
3. spartan chicks' saucy costumes (SPGs here prolly would start wearing the same while being seen at cafe del mar)
4. leonidas and his 300 men in red capes and leather briefs
5. a totally unrepentant super ultra campy and poofy xerxes, the persian king with a "i am the queen and i am gorgeous" complex (i swear he looked like a skin-headed naomi campbell)
dora and i agreed on one other thing we saw in the movie: we both saw "lord voldemort" in xerxes' character... how bleddy uncanny! buwahaha!
and we rounded off the afternoon with coffee and sugar-frosted donut and cheesecake, and conversations on "gargoyle" and "lord voldemort".
Thursday, March 08, 2007
Plorific? Plofiric? Profilic? Prolific?
sometimes, after countless pints of guinness draught, one might get uhm... a cat-got-your-tongue kinda situation. so many words you want to say, so many thoughts you want to express, but all you need is a little help from an old friend to translate so many muddled-up words into plain simple facts of realities.
meeting my former professor of history from my nus days for drinks was a tremendous opportunity. and the countless pints of guinness draught pretty much helped subside the flu infliction i've been having for the past several days too.
if there is a take-home message or advice my professor friend gave me, it'd be to continue honour my feelings, irregardless how daunting circumstances may be. because giving up something you appreciate over a lame reason tantamounts to leading an existence of all things lame, null and void. a very hobbesian overview indeed.
very prolific if you ask me... just what i needed when everything at this juncture looks bleak and dirge-like.
just like the good old days in nus over a bottle of wine with the same old friend in guild house club. just that he noticed a change in me (which is, to my utter joy and appreciation upon hearing it coming from him, the cynic!) - that back then, i'd change boyfriends as if i would change underwears frequently; but now, he grudgingly admits i'm so ever ready to settle down.
thanks for the brutal honesty professor, old friend.
meeting my former professor of history from my nus days for drinks was a tremendous opportunity. and the countless pints of guinness draught pretty much helped subside the flu infliction i've been having for the past several days too.
if there is a take-home message or advice my professor friend gave me, it'd be to continue honour my feelings, irregardless how daunting circumstances may be. because giving up something you appreciate over a lame reason tantamounts to leading an existence of all things lame, null and void. a very hobbesian overview indeed.
very prolific if you ask me... just what i needed when everything at this juncture looks bleak and dirge-like.
just like the good old days in nus over a bottle of wine with the same old friend in guild house club. just that he noticed a change in me (which is, to my utter joy and appreciation upon hearing it coming from him, the cynic!) - that back then, i'd change boyfriends as if i would change underwears frequently; but now, he grudgingly admits i'm so ever ready to settle down.
thanks for the brutal honesty professor, old friend.
Tuesday, March 06, 2007
We All Falter, Does It Matter?
last friday, a not-very great thing occured at work and very few of my friends have been privy to learn what had happened.
i have been wanting to write on several things like ian's band (super illegals) doing the opening act for electrico's concert, harry's announcement on his engagement and akan datang wedding date and stuffs. but i guess i will eventually write soon.
feeling not so great these past couple of days at home, life pretty much turned into a 24hour homestay in front of the telly.
the only major consolation i had was the usual brief bonehead chat with sean while he was at work on msn (content lifted from sean's blog 'The Wookie Has Landed'):
zhou.周公子.주지중. says:
I am debating shud i go swimming at buona vista later. I am doing cardio everyday now..
pornstar says:
evening later is it? u might earn urself a band of followers
zhou.周公子.주지중. says:
but there are always weirdoes following me into locker room… i hate that..
zhou.周公子.주지중. says:
coz lighting is all wrong.. if i show, i want to show nicely
pornstar says:
ah true also
pornstar says:
i just go for my evening long walks and i think as i walk
zhou.周公子.주지중. says:
ya, russ saw u last time..
zhou.周公子.주지중. says:
but u shed the cotton and linen resort look already right?
pornstar says:
on n off lah
pornstar says:
sunday i went high tea dressed like as if i was living in the banyan tree resort
pornstar says:
yesterday..well....as if i just emerged from the HDB heartlands
zhou.周公子.주지중. says:
ya.. u always look like u live by the seaside.. even tho u r in the middle of orchard road next thing u just need to wear sarong.. the brown type.. and wrapped till your chest..
zhou.周公子.주지중. says:
and wash clothes by the swimming pool as if its the river.. and wait for your Abang to come back from the paddy field
pornstar says:
then serve him food from tiffin carrier
zhou.周公子.주지중. says:
"bang... Din dah mengandung..."
pornstar says:
dah dua bulan dah
zhou.周公子.주지중. says:
"bang nak anak lelaki atau perempuan"
pornstar says:
“PONDAN!
pornstar says:
i am so alone at home
zhou.周公子.주지중. says:
u shud do a Bjork...
zhou.周公子.주지중. says:
"its oh so quiet....... shhhh... shhhhh... shhhhhh"
pornstar says:
yeah i did that already, many plates and pots n pans we left broken after i slew them all around the house in the "WOW BAAM!" chorus, luckily they were cheap Ikea plates
pornstar says:
i come visit u later
zhou.周公子.주지중. says:
u wear resort look k?
pornstar says:
i wear sarong and come
zhou.周公子.주지중. says:
u wear the black wig i have. tonight, u do pontianak look k?
pornstar says:
i wear white long robe
zhou.周公子.주지중. says:
i haul u up from second floor..
zhou.周公子.주지중. says:
u fly and swing outside the kitchen window!
pornstar says:
u just make sure Ida is doing the dishes at that time
zhou.周公子.주지중. says:
ok, i swing u, throw confetti.. its like our own version of St. James Powerhouse Sunday night party..
zhou.周公子.주지중. says:
Got Light, Got Confetti, Got Acrobat..
zhou.周公子.주지중. says:
next time russ and me go.. u come with us la. Very fun!
pornstar says:
is it...long queue one ah?
zhou.周公子.주지중. says:
VERY
pornstar says:
oh dear, i am extremely allergic to queues u know
zhou.周公子.주지중. says:
your symptoms are :bitchiness, none stop grumbling, confrontational...
pornstar says:
correct
pornstar says:
where u study all these from?
zhou.周公子.주지중. says: observation:
I hide behind bushes study you one.. I am like Sigourney Weaver in "Gorillas in the Mist"
pornstar says:
orhhh, next time u observe pple in towel club lah
pornstar says:
then u write thesis , sure NUS give u PhD one
zhou.周公子.주지중. says:
"The primates check each other out... as they go into the dark rooms in pairs or sometimes in 3s..."
pornstar says:
"and they produce grunts,as signs of readiness to mate.."
feeling much better in the evening, i walked to sean's for our usual banter and laughs at the usual goofs on local news on tv... and yeah, i wore the sarong, no less.
i have been wanting to write on several things like ian's band (super illegals) doing the opening act for electrico's concert, harry's announcement on his engagement and akan datang wedding date and stuffs. but i guess i will eventually write soon.
feeling not so great these past couple of days at home, life pretty much turned into a 24hour homestay in front of the telly.
the only major consolation i had was the usual brief bonehead chat with sean while he was at work on msn (content lifted from sean's blog 'The Wookie Has Landed'):
zhou.周公子.주지중. says:
I am debating shud i go swimming at buona vista later. I am doing cardio everyday now..
pornstar says:
evening later is it? u might earn urself a band of followers
zhou.周公子.주지중. says:
but there are always weirdoes following me into locker room… i hate that..
zhou.周公子.주지중. says:
coz lighting is all wrong.. if i show, i want to show nicely
pornstar says:
ah true also
pornstar says:
i just go for my evening long walks and i think as i walk
zhou.周公子.주지중. says:
ya, russ saw u last time..
zhou.周公子.주지중. says:
but u shed the cotton and linen resort look already right?
pornstar says:
on n off lah
pornstar says:
sunday i went high tea dressed like as if i was living in the banyan tree resort
pornstar says:
yesterday..well....as if i just emerged from the HDB heartlands
zhou.周公子.주지중. says:
ya.. u always look like u live by the seaside.. even tho u r in the middle of orchard road next thing u just need to wear sarong.. the brown type.. and wrapped till your chest..
zhou.周公子.주지중. says:
and wash clothes by the swimming pool as if its the river.. and wait for your Abang to come back from the paddy field
pornstar says:
then serve him food from tiffin carrier
zhou.周公子.주지중. says:
"bang... Din dah mengandung..."
pornstar says:
dah dua bulan dah
zhou.周公子.주지중. says:
"bang nak anak lelaki atau perempuan"
pornstar says:
“PONDAN!
pornstar says:
i am so alone at home
zhou.周公子.주지중. says:
u shud do a Bjork...
zhou.周公子.주지중. says:
"its oh so quiet....... shhhh... shhhhh... shhhhhh"
pornstar says:
yeah i did that already, many plates and pots n pans we left broken after i slew them all around the house in the "WOW BAAM!" chorus, luckily they were cheap Ikea plates
pornstar says:
i come visit u later
zhou.周公子.주지중. says:
u wear resort look k?
pornstar says:
i wear sarong and come
zhou.周公子.주지중. says:
u wear the black wig i have. tonight, u do pontianak look k?
pornstar says:
i wear white long robe
zhou.周公子.주지중. says:
i haul u up from second floor..
zhou.周公子.주지중. says:
u fly and swing outside the kitchen window!
pornstar says:
u just make sure Ida is doing the dishes at that time
zhou.周公子.주지중. says:
ok, i swing u, throw confetti.. its like our own version of St. James Powerhouse Sunday night party..
zhou.周公子.주지중. says:
Got Light, Got Confetti, Got Acrobat..
zhou.周公子.주지중. says:
next time russ and me go.. u come with us la. Very fun!
pornstar says:
is it...long queue one ah?
zhou.周公子.주지중. says:
VERY
pornstar says:
oh dear, i am extremely allergic to queues u know
zhou.周公子.주지중. says:
your symptoms are :bitchiness, none stop grumbling, confrontational...
pornstar says:
correct
pornstar says:
where u study all these from?
zhou.周公子.주지중. says: observation:
I hide behind bushes study you one.. I am like Sigourney Weaver in "Gorillas in the Mist"
pornstar says:
orhhh, next time u observe pple in towel club lah
pornstar says:
then u write thesis , sure NUS give u PhD one
zhou.周公子.주지중. says:
"The primates check each other out... as they go into the dark rooms in pairs or sometimes in 3s..."
pornstar says:
"and they produce grunts,as signs of readiness to mate.."
feeling much better in the evening, i walked to sean's for our usual banter and laughs at the usual goofs on local news on tv... and yeah, i wore the sarong, no less.
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