film noirs,tres-chic and all its glory

2006-07-31T19:34:00.000+08:00

that's it!

This blogsite is officially dunzo!

All entries will be forwarded to ----> www.myspace.com/ninz_M

enjoyzzzzzz!!!!

TADA!!!!

2006-07-30T22:50:00.000+08:00

My blogsite is becoming like an old nanny's arse.

Need total revamp and fine tweaking.

And i might just won't post entries at www.blogger.com anymore.

But it won't happen too soon yet as this lass is busy with other stuff.

I have other life than just blogging my dramas here.

But it will happen anyway.

Someday.

2006-07-29T20:54:00.000+08:00

My soon to be latest addition to my whole gamut of paperbacks.

Synopsis : Cities represent civilisation and human achievement. Taking their cue from the buzz on the street, Lonely Planet has captured the flavour of the world's top 200 cities through the eyes of the typical citizen: hot conversation topics, urban myths, the best places to eat and drink and to seek out after dark. This pictorial mixes a tempting cocktail for the urban adventurer.

Synopsis : In October 1972, a plane carrying a Uruguayan rugby team crashed in the Andes. Not immediately rescued, the survivors turned to cannibalism to survive and after 72 days were saved. Thirty years after the disaster author Nando Parrado tells his story with remarkable candor and depth of feeling. Miracle In the Andes -- a first person account of the crash and its aftermath -- is more than a riveting tale of true-life adventure: it is a revealing look at friendship, tragedy and perseverance. ( the book version of the movie Alive )

Sypnosis : err... nothingness. Do i have to do a sypnosis for this? Not that i desperately need this book as am not one of the Desperate Housewives as yet, but i'd say I'd buy anything that are penned by the great Dan Brown or Danielle Brown as his alter ego.

Now, i need to dust off my shelves.

2006-07-26T22:35:00.000+08:00

Get ready.

To delve into the realm of flowers, candles and essence.

Zeavola boutique hotel & spa at Kho Phi Phi

Sarojin hotel at Khao Lak

Kamalaya beachfront hilltop villa at Koh Samui

One of these will be my pick. Come September.

Pure massage and spa treats.

Conde Nast, you've done injustice to my financial-being. Again.

2006-07-19T19:44:00.000+08:00

I did this first before jetted out with the norms.

I am a natural nutcase.

My love for the arts override the joys of the supposedly what-every-human-should-do-right-after-their-O's.

It's either i go straight to college or do the exact opposite norm.

I chose the latter. As i've always thought that i'd spend my entire lifetime in front of a weasel sans beret and get all Picasso.

Therafter, i had to transport myself from one entrance test door to another. After a successful run on the drawing test ( apparently i chose the first question ), i had to sit for my oral test. The latter was a killer.

Just imagine this.

I was given two papers side by side. One was filled with ice lemon tea drawings and another was a penguin's. And i had to oratorically translate my findings and interpretations of its contrasts and everything. And i had to do that for like 10 exact blardy minutes. Thus, i banged on it as if i've hit on the Antarctica.

Just imagine this. I sailed through. Not Antarctica, both tests that is.

How on Earth can a tropical girl like me survived? And again, not Antarctica, both tests that is.

For a moment, i felt so liberated.

After all the goos and gaas of my 3 years stint in in NAFA, i was struck with the norm question. What should i do after the graduation?

As a matter of factly, i had to join the norm to please my parents although i've always been a hard-headed and free-spirited person.

Thus, i took up my A's and joined the norms.

However, my love for the arts will never fade.

This paper has its sentimental value and unstrip my rollicking persona for all things Van Gogh.

p/s: I'd rather watch Rockstar on Starworld channel than Singapore Idol. Duh!

2006-07-16T01:10:00.000+08:00

The last NDP at Kallang Stadium. The highlights not as great as last year's. I'm drowned in the Red Sea. Everybody becomes patriotic for the day.

2006-07-13T00:03:00.000+08:00

Jess new video without her. Dedicated to all her fans. It's not that i'm one of them but the video is just so blardy funny.

But, her innocence, aksyen bimbo padahal blardy genius and manipulative and trend setter, i just gotta love her.

What i loved most about her is that no matter how bimbotic she may appears to be, she can sell man. She knows how to sell man! That's biz, although it's cheap publicity and cheap biz. But who cares!

She still dons the magazine and newspaper fronts and brings home the bacon. Not Mr Lachey!

We just hate to love and love to hate her, don't we?

2006-07-11T19:38:00.000+08:00

I have evidence to support my hatred.

Quotes unquote:

"Was it something he said? With France and Italy tied in extra time of Sunday's World Cup final, Zinedine Zidane head-butted Marco Materazzi in the chest and was ejected. France went on to lose on penalty kicks. The day after, still no one knew what the Italian defender might have said to the French star.

"The Italians did everything they could do to provoke Zidane," France defender William Gallas said.

The Paris-based anti-racism advocacy group SOS-Racism issued a statement Monday quoting "several very well informed sources from the world of football" as saying Materazzi called Zidane a "dirty terrorist." It demanded that FIFA, soccer's world governing body, investigate and take any appropriate action. Support Italy means you are condoning Muslim community as Italians always label us, Islamic community, as terrorists. So, what say you now Muslim Italian supporters? Support Italy is tantamount to insult the Islamic world.

I have this statement to support my claim:

"There was no such denial from Roberto Calderoli of the Northern League, who lost a ministerial post in a centre-right government earlier this year for wearing a T-shirt with cartoons of the Prophet Mohammad offensive to Muslims."

Plus,

"The former Real Madrid star's moment of madness in his last match before retiring may have been provoked by Materazzi calling his sister a prostitute, according to a report on Brazilian television channel Globo.
Although neither player has yet revealed the nature of their disagreement, Fantastico, a programme on Globo, employed lip-reading experts who said footage of the incident showed the Italian twice insulted Zidane's sister.
The programme claimed Materazzi made the same comment twice before then using a "coarse word" at the French player."

Whatever it was, it was enough to infuriate Zidane.

Unquote from me: Don't pray pray with him wokay?!!! And like i've said, the Italians have always played dirty football!

"For all that Zidane has done for the national team, you have to say 'Thank you and well done,'" said striker David Trezeguet."

And to think of it, after all the drama, he still wins the Golden Ball Award. The most prestigious aka Best Player of 2006 World Cup. That shows how supreme he is.

Bet you just knew?

Or you just in denial.

2006-07-09T13:09:00.000+08:00

QBar opens!

Was at QBar yesterday. Very eager faces around. So what if the club is hot in Bangkok? Not much of a deal here. I just stayed for like 2 hrs and then off i went to Chijmes to catch my Germany vs Portugal game . Tengok bola lagi shiook! Seriously, i'm getting bored of clubs. Every club is the same, nothing special. And my ice tea drinks didn't help either.

So glad the Germans managed to get the 3rd placing. They did good actually. To think that Klinsmann is a newbie coach and most of the players are newbies as well. Oliver Kahn should feel proud before he hangs his jersey and gloves up.

So Germans, i will see you in the 2010 World Cup in South Africa. Yup, that shows how much i support the Germans. Since 1986, you know??! When Klinsmann is just a struggling striker and now, look at him! A national coach!

So hub, we should start saving now!

2006-07-08T01:43:00.000+08:00

Above was a free tee i've had out of the Excel Day Fest yesterday. Now, my body is aching and limping due to the need to decorate the booth for 4 straight blardy hours. To those not in the know, Excel Day is a day whereby civil servants will showcase their innovative ideas to other colleagues and public and impart learning and skills. Need my massage now!

Excel Day aside, i will do my tete-a-tete session 2 as i lay aching on the bed.

The real me :

- i'm a fighter ( not Mike Tyson fighter fighter ). i will fight to death for something i really do believe in.
- i have very short fuse.
- i'm very determined. i will go all the way to get something i really want.
- boredom can intoxicate me. i always need to do something.
- i admire people who are real heroes in everyday life. Not those "up there" people like Donald Trump,etc but any strong normal human you'll see in every corners of the world e.g a single mother who has to raise up 3 kiddos on her own, labourers, karang-guni man, a terminal disease person who can overcome life's odds, etc. In other words, people who are emotionally strong but not necessarily financially strong. No use being filthy rich but you have a lot of excess baggage to deal with.
-i'm wild but conservative at heart ( yup, i don't believe kissing on first dates and one night stands! ). No matter how much a girl drinks or fags, she should always maintains her values and dignity. I always thought that guys will value and want you more if you can reserve yourself more than being readily available.
-i can be very serious or very funny at times. Depends on the occassion.
-I'm a direct person. I don't like to show 2 faces. If i like, i'll say it. If i don't, i'll say it too!
-I think i'm very talented. hahahah. I can dance well, design clothes and jewelleries, graphics, real life objects, portraits, cards,etc, play drums and guitar, act ( i've won a Best Actress eons ago, you know? ), do interior design work and dress well. Ahem. Ahem. But i don't have good voice! Don't think i can work on that, do i?
-I like to multi-task. I will do 3-4 things at one time.
- I hate western food. I like local food ( not cuz western food is fattening but the food makes me so bleargh )!
-i'm not easily influenced nor swayed by other people opinions ( yup, i'm a toughie and a feisty chick! *evil grin*)

p/s : I've decided on the destination for my year end trip. Well, at least i'm not a freeloader. I work my ass off to pay for my own tix and i don't travel to work! Even though my work may be desk bound, but i have to be realistic! I can't be travelling to all corners of the earth with my wrinkly 40yrs old mugshot face serving a meal to a gorgeous 22 year old man! I still do believe that no matter what, a woman will still need to do a desk bound job when she reaches a certain age. So never say never! Unless, you want to marry off a tycoon, be a tai-tai and it's like so typical of THOSE beyotches/sluts attitude right? And, i just need a pilot to reach my destination. The rest is just oh-so unnecessary.

2006-07-06T19:54:00.000+08:00

My kembang day today.

Quite inflated lar actually. Ya lar, member kena puji.

Went for an interview just now. No, not to change job but change location.

The P and Head of Department lady said that my C.V was very impressive.

Said that i'm such a talented and diversified person as i've done drama, a sports enthusiast ( i play rugby and footy ), IT savvy, damn good in Art and design, a dance pro, musically inclined ( i can play drums and guitar ), have good dress sense ( Huh? What it's gotta do with my job? )and very innovative with great, great ideas. Ahem. Ahem. Hehe.

Yoohoo!

But, i'm still contemplating on the offer.

p/s---> Bear with my menyampah post as come on, how often can i do this?

2006-07-05T16:24:00.000+08:00

I have been waiting to post this entry since yesterday.

I have concluded that my entry will either be “Fonzie”ness Happy Days one or one of the casts in Evil Dead moobie tune.

So this is my opening liner,

“Fuck off Peiro & Evil Comrades alike!!!”

This is only the trailer.

The rest is yet to come.

My Germans withered in the hands of Gollum-like creatures. The ball is synonomous to the precious ring. Once it gets into the hands of the devil/s, here comes the anonymous character ( me! ) to curse and start the battle!

My battle with a Carnivore ( Cannavarro ), Periuk ( Peiro ) & Co.

And I just realized that Nesta has turned into one, ugly, fat cow overnight!

I have sworn off anything to do with Italy. No Venice, Tuscany, Rome or anything in between Italy that I will visit. No Pasta Fresca nor Pastamania. No Pavarotti nor spaghetti.

At least till 2010.

Yes, I’m bad. Even Michael Jackson agrees with me.

Simple reason. Anything or anyone whom against me or anything/anyone whom I like will see the last of daylight.

I will hate you Italian football team as much as I hate England and Brazil.

Yes, I’m bad. Even Freddie Krueger offers me a membership card to join his club.

Simple reason. I don’t do things in halves. It’s either I love or loathe you to death. No neutrals. No second thoughts.

So Zidane or Figo. You have work to do.

Show them.

2006-07-04T18:50:00.000+08:00

I'll give myself a timeframe of 1 solid year, baby. 1 solid year.

After that, i will have the freedom. The freedom to create my own rules and wants.

No, i'm not building an empire.

By then, hopefully i'll have enough buckeroos to make it my own. Insya'allah.

Food and fashion combo. That sounds superb!

Haji Lane is appropriate or...?

p/s : Germany vs Italy tonight. *chokes*. Keep the faith!

2006-07-02T18:50:00.000+08:00

It's a triple celebration for me!!!!!

Top 2 pix : The Frenchs after the win

My birthday, England's loss and the "big fortress" Brazil's defeat that is seemingly hard to break through.

My small scale birthday celebration was spent at Faber Rock. After that, we scrambled down to Chiijmes again to catch the what-elses.

Lo and behold, i'd rather delve in football issue unwittingly again.

England's and Brazil's losses are definite wins for me.

I have always not in favour for England and Brazil teams. England team is too over-hyped. Their probable hopes of winning is tantamount to Paris Hilton clinching the top spot in the Billboard chart. And Rooney thinks he's one big cuckoo by showing his revilling persona to the black-shirted man. He deserves the red card. What's your point, young man? Hey, sometimes it pays to be in a lotus position. Maybe you should start practising Ashtanga. Words of boastfulness spread across the Herald Tribune by the English. They are this and they are that but now, after the loss, what? Moral of the story? Don't boast. Just prove it. And Beckham, A CAPTAIN, cried? HAHAHAHAHA!!!!! What a shame! And my darling Posh, at least, you can still continue shopping in Berlin, Stuttgart, Dortsmund or anywhere in German even after your over-hyped hub has just, well, lost.

And come on, it's not always about Brazil, Brazil and Brazil! The problem with them is Brazilians feel inferior of having to face a team that they have so much respect on. They lost against the French for 3 consecutive times. The previous losses made them lost their confidence which made the Ronaldo and Ronaldhino mania become child's play. And the only man who can show the Brazilians the exit door is definitely my fav, Zizou! Never write him off. You will be in sordid danger if you were. He can viciously kill you. The empire has strike back. So did he! To relive the past winning moments.

Whatever it is, Deustchland...Deustchland! No question on who is my fav. My prediction is that they will play against the Frenchs in the final. I love the Germans as they are so low profile. No this, no that, struggling and fighting so hard and people always so unsure about them but at the end of the day, they always managed to prove something. Their resilience is what we should be proud of but most people have overlooked.

To sum it up, Germany win, England's and Brazil's losses is the best birthday present i've had.

p/s : My hub and i were thinking of going to St.Africa for next World Cup. Cross fingers. And thanks to all those wishes my friends!

2006-07-01T15:32:00.000+08:00

My, oh my!

Lehmann the mann!!

Of course, i'm overly estactic for the Germany win.

However, i'm equally disheartened by the Argentina's loss. They are my second most favourite team. If only Germany were to play against England yesterday and Argentina against Portugal. At least there's a puny bit of hope left to watch my 2nd best play in the semis.

I have a brimful of burning questions though. Targeted to Argies coach.

What was your main motive to replace Hernan Crespo, your best striker?

What was your main motive to replace Riquelme, your best playmaker whom touted to deem fit of replacing Maradona?

What was your main motive of not letting Messi, undoubtedly your best midfielder play? Not even for 1 freaking min?

What were you thinking, Mr Jose Pekerman????

Seriously, even as i'm not a No.1 Argentinian fan, i can feel the bitterness and disappointment by fellow Argentinian fans. Your mistakes were too obvious, Mr Pekerman.

However, without a doubt, the players gave a good fight. Being the ever diplomatic me, i'd like to add that they have played better than the Germans. But they don't have the luck in the penalty shoot out. Lehmann has sealed their fate.

Bye Argentina. Bye Messi.

You have done your best. That was good enough.

2006-06-30T00:27:00.000+08:00

Virus multiplied in my system a couple of days ago. In fact,am still having that beyotches!

Couldn't update much.

Anyways, my entry for tonite is just for this one liner.

Tonight will be Germany vs Argentina match y'all.

I'm ready. All ready.

Virus or with no virus.

Good luck to me! ( yup, for the Germany win and sans virus )

p/s---> Yup, the only one i know will win the Cup!

2006-06-23T00:29:00.000+08:00

My most favourite and best player

19 MESSI Lionel

Date of birth: 24 June 1987

Height: 170 cm

Weight: 65 kg

Position: Forward

Current Club: Barcelona (ESP)

Int'l Goals: 2 (as of 21-Jun-2006)

Int'l Caps: 9 (as of 21-Jun-2006)

First Int'l Cap: Hungary v. Argentina (17-Aug-2005)

Based on the matches i've watched so far in the World Cup, i would say Argentina, Spain and Germany are the strong teams. Truthfully, Argentina is the strongest. Brazilian team is not as strong as before.

But still, the ball is round.

Be afraid. Be very afraid of the coming German vs Argentina game.

2006-06-22T19:31:00.000+08:00

MNG sale starts today.

Right after the Argentina vs Netherlands game, i was ready to prep myself up and make a quick dash to town.

Yup, there i was near the MNG entrance at 0705 hrs to queue.

Yup, this was my 3rd time "kiasu" antic to get good grabs while hub was still snoring away.

Next up, will be Zara sale.

Zara is my ultimate favourito.

And you could imagine what else could i do.

p/s---> I realised that Messi, Riguelme, Hernan Crespo ( all Argentinian footballer ), Nistelrooy, Raul and Zidane are Cancerians. Sorry, lahling you lost again. Messi is rooted to win the Youngest Player Award and Pele has even predicted that he will win the award. His birthday is 2 days away. And Ruud van Nistelrooy is 1 day older than me only! Hahahah

2006-06-22T01:46:00.000+08:00

SZ13178A.

Our loveboat. The Loveboat version 2006.

Sailed thru the Singapore Straits for the 2nd part of our wedding anniversary.

Ecstatic.

Then, after the trip, as usual went to Chijmes for the Portugal game. I just love to watch soccer outside as the atmosphere is so great! Next, will be Netherlands vs Argentina. This, i cannot wait. I'm rooting for Argentina. Will be going to a nearby coffeeshop soon for the game.

Ciao!

p/s --->More pix in Multiply

2006-06-21T00:09:00.000+08:00

One word,

HURAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

For the 3-0 win, of course.

2006-06-20T21:38:00.000+08:00

My latest obsession.

From Adidas. It's been a long time since i stepped into the store.

And just now, just for this.

20 mins and 30 seconds to go for the game.

Give me a ventolin please!

2006-06-20T19:16:00.000+08:00

So many things make my darah naik siakkkk today!!!

Just now was that and now that bitch aka virus lingered in my multiply site.

Fcuk la!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

2006-06-20T16:36:00.000+08:00

I hate it!

We are 2 worlds apart.

We breathe the same air, have same short fuses but i see Alaska and he sees Greenland.

I cannot take it!!!!

I'm wriggling my way out.

To space.

2006-06-20T15:08:00.000+08:00

I have mixed feelings about this.

This mixed-feeling is like asking the band Muse to do a rendition of disco fuzzy. By the way, they already did.

What's your take on the rent-a-bag system www.Be-A-Fashionista.com becoming a hot faze amongst the fashionista wannabes?

Needless to say, I'd rather be a hopeless romantic and swing my way to the boutique, purchase it instantly, swank it on my arms and proudly call it mine oh mine?

By the way, the rent-a-bag has a waiting list. Of course, considering that everbody wants to rent them.

But i think by the time you can finally get your hands on it, you'd save enough to actually BUY it at regular boutique and OWN it.

This fuzzy mixed feeling is giving me inertia. I'm not high on LSD.

Somehow, this whole thing just ain't right. Maybe i should just mix vinyls instead.

2006-06-18T23:59:00.000+08:00

Loneliness is my private enemy.

Parents had gone up north of Malaysia, niece back to Punggol and hub is working on evening shift. I urgently need to surge and expand my perimeters.

Boredom is my worse private enemy. People can die of hunger but i can die of boredom. No, i forgot that i'm a mortal human. Sorry, i can die on both accounts.

Soccer? Don't mention that. I'm so accustomed to watch soccer outside till i forgot that i didn't subscribe to pay-per-view World Cup channel ( by the way, i just subscribed and will be activated by 1 day. yay for a moment! ). No kakis. No wave. The speed of sound of the haiyahs and goals from nearby coffeeshop is rather null from my terrace. My saving grace is when hub is back from work at 4am and can only manage to squeeze time for the France game at a nearby coffeeshop.

I feel numb.

Thus, to nullify the numbness feeling, i need to soak my head onto soccer topic again.

This is my forum. At least till 10th July.

So, i made some findings on some World Cup's bests. Not George Best. Yes, George Best is the best but this best is the current best. So, reeve the tight ropes and secure all options.

The referee is holding his whistle to start. Weeeet!!!

Portugal : Deko & Christiano Ronaldo

Germany : Michael Ballack

France : Zinedine Zidane ( sayang he's getting old )

Italy : Nobody

Ukraine : Schevcenko

Argentina : Hernan Crespo

Brazil : Ronaldhino

Holland : Robben

Weeeeeet!!!!

Ok, now it's half time.

Will be back for more action.

p/s ---> Fyi, i'm not into soccer as there are hot dudes to ogle at, my hub is into soccer or i'm into betting. I have been into this World Cup scene way before i'm attached to anyone. In other words, when i'm still a lonesome 10 year old girl. And if you'd think my ever increasing existing racoon eyes are caused by my need to appease my hub for some late night soccer action, you are deadly wrong. I would support Brazil, not Germany if that's the case ( as hub is an ardent Brazilian fan ). But, i stick to Germany as they are my first love. Way back when i was a lonesome 10 year old girl. Plus, sans makeup and all the girly frocks at times, i'm a tomboy at heart. Maybe cuz most of my posse are guys ( Hello Deky, Yon, Hairul, Syed, Hidir, A-Ken, Zul, Nikki, Desmond, Rizal, etc! ). Thus, i engage in a lot of stuff that girls are not interested at. Or maybe i'm just different. But being different is good as it sets you apart from the norm and stands out. Ahem. Or maybe the girls just don't get me. Except for really few galfrens who know me well enough ( Hello Syida, Yan, Lisa, etc ). Thanks to all those people who understands the complex me! And to those girls who don't understand the beautiful concept of soccer, i'd say just stick to your dainty painties. Or GSS. Or whichever girly stuff you'd prefer. For me, i'd stick to my guns. Or balls rather.

2006-06-18T16:58:00.000+08:00

Fever pitch!

I'm an official ball-crazy ( read: not that ball ball stupid! )! I can eat, read, sleep, jaywalk, dream, dance, shower, drool, cook and swear balls till 10th July. Everything of the pix below you'll see were stamped by FIFA .

My anniversary gift to hub by ChocArt ( yup, he's a Brazilian fan! )

Singapore Pools soccer bet arena

The wolfs and whistles have made a comeback!

Yesterday night, lepaked with few guy friends ( cuz hub has to work ) at a Bedok coffeeshop to watch soccer. The guys had placed bets on 2 matches which were for Portugal and Italy games. As soon as the early game ended just before the stroke of midnight, they went to buy another betting card for Chechs game. The ever kaypoh and thrill seeking me joined in the fun and bought a betting card ( fork out $5.60 for the betting card for $30 win ) as well for the Italian game ( apparently, of course, i lost the bet! ).

And yesterday, Ghana played well. Really well. To think that this is their first World Cup entry. They made the Chechs looked like junior team players. If not for the fabulous keeper ( noted as one of the best keepers in the world ), the Ghanas would have scored more goals. I think the African teams have upped their standards as compared to last World Cup for which the nation had to depend on Cameroon and Senegal only.

But the question is, which team deserves to win?

But before that, i have to fret on the onset of the coming match. The dreaded predicted match of Germany vs Argentina. Both are giants. Both my favourites ( although Germany still my better favourite ). Argentinian 6-0 win against Serbia has set my pulse racing. Prep up, Ballack. I have confidence in you German team! Like i have always did since 1990.

By the way, people will ask, why i'm not for Brazil? The answer is simple. As they are too almighty till it gets on my nerves. When a team is so strong, you can almost predict that they will win for every match. And if they are able to win for every match, it gets too superficial and boring ( hear me lahling? hehe. ). Expecting for the expected. Geddit?

Serious, i don't talk balls.

p/s--->And did i mention my godfather is Luiz Felipe Scolari?

Go figure balls!

2006-06-16T15:20:00.000+08:00

It's all about the Khmer!

Finally, all photos are up in multiply! Phew!!!

Click to my multiply column, Double Trouble, to view!

2006-06-15T19:12:00.000+08:00

Some of my random World Cup Fever pix below.

@Chijmes for France game ( my blue & white top doesn't mean that i'm supporting France wokay?! )

@ Chijmes. Look out for the ardent Swiss suppoters. They were standing in front of the screen during their national anthem!

@ Paulaner Brauhaus for Germany game. And THIS, i support 100%

The world cup days will continue...

Believe me, Germany will be in the final!

p/s ---> Still uploading my Cambodian trip pix. Will complete in few days to come!

2006-06-13T19:25:00.000+08:00

She has landed!

An exhilarant & jubilant trip she had!

Will be back for more updates and photos in multiply.

In the meantime, the pix above is open for discussions.

For now, need to get ready for World Cup Fever!

Ciao!

2006-06-11T04:22:00.000+08:00

A mini update.

At Terminal 1 now. Awaiting for my oh-so awaited trip.

My palms begin to sweat now ( It always does when i'm overly excited ).

Till then, ciao!

p/s ----> World cup updates : Germany vs Costa Rica - 4 : 2 , Argentina vs Ivory Coast - 2 : 1. Double yay!

2006-06-06T20:01:00.000+08:00

Just got back from Zura's house for some dance practice. Penat gila!

So now, i want to do some tete a tete session ( Part 1 ) about everything under the moon ( considering i'm a nocturnal ).

Favourite CD of all time : Dog Man Star by Suede

5 awesome rock/alternative bands of all time : U2, Audioslave, Stone Temple Pilots, The Doors & Rolling Stones

5 aweful rock/alternative bands of all time : McFly, Hoobastank ( hate his voice! ), Rasmus, The Offspring & Busted

5 awesome artistes of all time : Moby, Jaykay, Beck, James Blunt & Jack Johnson

5 aweful artistes of all time : Sean Paul, Anastasia, Natasha Beddingfield, Mariah Carey & Shaggy

First job : Sec 2 as sales staff at Americaya, Tokyu

Best job ever : Sales staff at Valentine Music Centre & Tower Records ( part time permanent : 1993-1995 )

Worst job ever : Administrative staff at IBM ( part-time )

First crush : Primary 2 to a Malay boy who sat next to me in class.

First so-called relationship : Sec 2 to a long distant cousin. We met at a relative's wedding. I think he had a major crush on me, so did mine. He went all the way to talk to his mum and my grandmama for us to be introduced to each other. And so we did and talked on the phone.

First so-called serious relationship : Sec 4 to a Chinese guy in my school.

First really serious relationship / First love : 17 years old

No. of men i've dated : Too many ( maybe more than 50? i think so. Could recall that 2 of my exes threw my phonebook of the list of names and contacts of my male friends. hehe. But i dah baik a couple of years already you know )

Serious relationships i had : 5 ( i'm loyal you know! )

Men i've dated : Indo-Chinese, Caucasian, Indian, Eurasian ( Grago ), Chinese and of course my own race! But still, like my own race the best ( senang nak kawin. hehe * the mentel herni dah keluar* )

Received any flowers before : NO! Pathetic rite? Guess the guys i've dated too bochup, too rugged or they just don't fancy giving flowers at all. Received poems, portraits, hand made gifts ada lah!

Ok, that's all la for my Part 1 session.

p/s ---> I can foresee that no entry will be posted in the coming week as i am super-duper busy. Not that i shake legs the past weeks, but i really can't squeeze in any time for any post. Hopefully will be back soon!

For now, i shall play dead for a while.

Adios!

2006-06-05T21:22:00.000+08:00

My supposedly mth long hol was cut short to 2 weeks due to my impending work commitments. 2 weeks straight of work plus meetings. In all, i summed up about 24hrs of meeting for the past week as am garnered for some important events in the coming weeks.

Work aside, this year GSS will not really be spent on wardrobe essentials. My wardrobe is overspilled with still need to be worn clothings as i horde on clothes whenever there's emotional turbulence from my part. I won't be hoodwinked on price slash as those items on sale are past seasons. It is self-explanatory. To condone my past sins of sale-crazy.

Needless to say, my sale crazy antic is still at large. I just can't help it. I need another self-explanatory. This time maybe the cushions need some changing, the Ottoman needs a partner or anything. I don't care if this time is not about a Chloe, Zara or Hudson. Maybe just a little twist of name changing like Lorgan, Molecule or Lim.

Yesh, Lorgan, Molecule or Lim is not a science kiddo experimenting with any element from his/her Periodic Table. These are my favourite furnishing stores. Lorgan is retro, Molecule is chic and funky and Lim ( Lim Arts & Trading ) is oh-so oriental, Balinese and Asian.

I've always fascinated with Moroccan and African concept.

So honey, where should i put that zerbra-print rug? Parallel to the Ottoman?

And how about that wall? It's too clinical. I want to paint and splash some colours. Make it look like it's another Berlin wall.

Oh, i'm so confused.

Thought that i'm confused on Zara, Chloe & Balenciaga only.

2006-06-04T21:30:00.000+08:00

Licensed to ogle.

Mark McGrath

Keanu Reeves

Marcus Schenkenberg

Ilhan Mansiz

For Asians, Moktar ( Singaporean model ), John Molina and Hans Isaac are hot! The reasons why minis and push-up colis were invented. No, it's not haram. These nouvel hotties too hot to be missed. Hotness definitely defined. Had my stamped of approval in my black book by hub. Sumpah! Really. No strong undercurrents from my part as this is just pure innocent bliss. Sumpah! Really. View to squeal and kill all my inner senses.

Barf off David Beckham. These are my Trojans, my Hang Tuahs, my knights and my kings.

Like they said, "Rome was not built in a day." The empire grew from strength to strength.

So does my own empire, overpopulated by my many loin-clothed male hotties.

"Dear, angkat baju, hari nak hujan!"

Did i hear sounds from another hottie from the kitchen?

Herni goes *POOF!!!*

P/S ----> Do you notice i like bad and rugged guys? I hate clean cut men.

2006-06-03T23:05:00.000+08:00

Yesterday i became one "jakun" lady. An Eastener ventured into the North-East Zone and dined at Bliss restaurant @ Punggol Park. Diners dine at the open terrace overlooking a lake surrounded by lush tropical greeneries. A sudden contrast distribution considering that a few steps away from the eatery lies a bustling road. Had the chef's recommendation of cheese baked lobster with rice.

Today, dined at Flutes @ The Fort. I didn't expect the bill to be kinda steep. The restaurant located at a somewhat refurbished colonial house. Nonetheless, the service was too over the top that made me thought that it became too pretentious. The staffs' "slang" was too overpowering just cos they want to impress the ang-mohs there. Maybe the meals were expensive as to cover the cost of sending their staffs for some courses to polish their tongues to appease the ang-mohs there, not? Their over the top service gave me rashes. One liner like ,"Sorry to disturb your conversation, may i clear your table please?" was just too much. I'm not used to be treated like a royalty. Come on, locals should be proud of our own native language. Don't try to be who we are not. Don't think i'd dine there again. Too pretentious for my liking!
Flutes at The Fort

2006-06-01T23:40:00.000+08:00

Civil servants will be getting their bonuses soon, including me. Happy and not.

Happy as alhamdulillah, more moolah.

Not, as it's unfair. I think civil servants are the hardest working people around but we are not competent in receiving as much bonuses as others.

I just don't understand staff who just have to look good and flash fake smile around for their job and at the end of the year, a fat 5 mths bonus added to their account. Do you think it's fair?

I think it's about time that a particular company reshuffle their transactions.

I am not sore but i hate seeing people who get a lot of benefits but what have they really done actually? Shot hijackers? Save the world?

I've heard so much of Paris Hilton scenarios. She's rich but she gets the moolah by easy money. She has posed for mag shoots here and there, TV shows and stuff. She's everywhere but the question is, what has she really done?

How about labourers/ karang guni man/etc who have to slog through the hours but what they have earned are mere fraction of Paris Hilton's?

Do you get the drift people?

Ahh, some people just want easy way to get rich. Ahh, some people just want to get a lot of moolah without lifting their butts off their seats. Ahh, some people just want everything without a drop of a sweat. Ahh, some people willing to sacrifice their dignity for money. Money speaks, money talks.

It's becoming a social disease. It's worse than AIDS. No wonder, it's one of the causes for the latter disease. Remember, money over dignity in this world.

"I don't care what i do as a living as long as i can get all the moolah. Even if i just have to flash a smile. That is work to me."

My sweet arse! The Devil really wears Prada.

Ok, i'm done.

I can hear bombthreats coming my way.

Ready? 1, 2, 3...

2006-05-31T18:51:00.000+08:00

You'd think Burj Al Arab in Dubai the best?

Wait till you see these...

Avathar Mount Suites, Uthai Thani Thailand

Capofaro Malvasia & Resort, Salina Italy

Cavas Wine Lodge, Argentina

Kasbah Tamadot, Morocco ( Sir Richard Branson fav retreat )

Reethi Rah, Maldives

Yeah, the word is out.

These are in the Hotlist 2006 ( hot n hip hotels in the world ) by my trusted travel mag, Conde Nast Travel Magazine.

I am swooned 360 degress. Can i mortgage everything i have for my stay in these hotels?

You can hawk and talk all you want. For me, Burj is not and will never be in my list.

How, still Burj Al Arab?

P/S ----> I'm gonna vote for Jonathan Leong in S'pore Idol. That voice! That voice! The rest can gulung tikar. Btw, he reminds me of the vocalist for Momo's resident band. I'm pretty sure, he really is that lad!

2006-05-29T18:55:00.000+08:00

Endure me for a bit. I am nutty over these kinda stories. Another heartfelt story for you to savour. Read on...

THE SCARS OF LIFE

Some years ago, on a hot summer day in south Florida , a little boy decided to go for a swim in the old swimming hole behind his house. In a hurry to dive into the cool water, he ran out the back door, leaving behind shoes, socks, and shirt as he went. He flew into the water, not realizing that as he swam toward the middle of the lake, an alligator was swimming toward the shore. His father, working in the yard, saw the two as they got closer and closer together. In utter fear, he ran toward the water, yelling to his son as loudly as he could. Hearing his voice, the little boy became alarmed and made a U-turn to swim to his father. It was too late. Just as he reached his father, the alligator reached him. From the dock, the father grabbed his little boy by the arms just as the alligator snatched his legs. That began an incredible tug-of-war between the two. The alligator was much stronger th an the father, but the father was much too passionate to let go. A farmer happened to drive by, heard his screams, raced from his truck, took aim and shot the alligator. Remarkably, after weeks and weeks in the hospital, the little boy survived. His legs were extremely scarred by the vicious attack of the animal. And, on his arms, were deep scratches where his f ather's fingernails dug into his flesh in his effort to hang on to the son he loved. The newspaper reporter who interviewed the boy after the trauma, asked if he would show him his scars. The boy lifted his pant legs. And then, with obvious pride, he said to the reporter, "But look at my arms. I have great scars on my arms, too. I have them because my Dad wouldn't let go."

You and I can identify with that little boy. We have scars, too. No, not from an alligator, but the scars of a painful past. Some of those scars are unsightly and have caused us deep regret. But, some wounds, my friend, are because God has refused to let go. In the midst of your struggle, He's been there holding on to you. Sometimes we foolishly wade into dangerous situations, not knowing what lies ahead. The swimming hole of life is filled with peril - and we forget that the enemy is waiting to attack. That's when the tug-of-war begins - and if you have the scars of His love on your arms, be very, very grateful. He did not and will not ever let you go.

You just never know where a person is in his/her life and what they are going through. Never judge another person's scars, because you don't know how they got them. :-)

2006-05-28T16:31:00.000+08:00

So, what's the story morning glory?

Oy Vey?

In simpler form, what else to yak about?

Seems like my entries were posted on a very regular basis. Will i be stumped for words? Fret not. Guess the tiny molasses in my brains always buzzing with ideas. Needless to say, i'm not creating a mammoth invention yet. And it's not happening soon rather. And these slew of entries will be overflowed in coming weeks as the hol is here!

Yesterday afternoon, had a meeting for 3 hrs. I was literally dragging my feet to my room when i reached home. Initial plan of going to Singapore Art Museum for some visual Manga and Poptart thingee was relentlessly aborted. It was forlornly dismissed as my body was synonymous to a dead log on a crisp, white sheet bedspread. However, i won't let it turn into any putrefy object to be fed to hungry dogs. Thus, as soon i regained that bit of energy left in me, off i went to Ambrosia for some late night craving.

Today, i will let my fingers do the talking as my feet will not do any walking. I was a heroine a couple of hours ago. The heroic act hidden inside me was finally out to do some unplanned task. The act sprung naturally when i heard cries from my mum at the kitchen just now. A nasty, germ-like size animal crawled inside her right ear. The pain was so unbearable to her till tears streamed down from her eyes. The ever not kanchong me tried to calm her down and put my niece to safety as she was inadvertently shocked. I grabbed an ointment and sloshed some to her ear. Apparently, guessed that fucker felt the zeng from the ointment and died. Sent my mum to a nearby clinic for some checks and alhamdulillah, everything is good now.

Pity my mum. Guess she only has me at home most of the time for her to depend on as my dad isn't around to run errands and my hub is working. I can recall almost a decade ago when i helped to regain her consciousness when she was in a somewhat state of being possessed. I couldn't believe that i could do that as i was the only person around at home during that time. The most astounding fact was that how could a self-confessed penakut me did all that?

Guess it all comes down to love and wanting to protect my loved ones. Guess when someone is in immense fear, it eventually leads to courage and the ability to overcome anything. And it is especially true when you see someone you love in danger. The need to protect and safe that someone regardless putting yourself at risk.

It is an understatement.

And that's the reason, mum, i will never leave you even though i yearn to migrate. It has been at the back of my mind eons ago but looking at your state, i don't think it's fair for me to do that. I don't want dad to carry the burden of having to look after you when he himself has aged and needs to take care of himself too.

And Nur Natasha ( Dada ), my lovable niece, you are the one who has made me firmly decided on staying. I want to care for you like you are my own.

I promise i will care for you mum, dad and Dada.

I am nothing without you.

2006-05-27T02:39:00.000+08:00

X-Woman : The Last Stand

Ok, not really. Anyway, the movie, i meant, X-Men : The Last Stand was great!

" They say they cure me. But I am the cure."

By the way, for which disease eh?

Even the ape laughed and sneered.

2006-05-26T15:13:00.000+08:00

Subject : A husband's story

WORTH READING - please take yr time
To my married and unmarried friends:

On my wedding day, I carried my wife in my arms.

The bridal car stopped in front of our one-room flat. My buddies insisted that I carry her out of the car in my arms. So I carried her into our home.

She was then plump and shy..I was a strong and happy bridegroom.This was the scene ten years ago.
The following days were as simple as a cup of pure water: we had a kid; I went into business and tried to make more money.When the assets were steadily increasing, the affection between us seemed to ebb. She was a civil servant.

Every morning we left home together and got home almost at the same time. Our kid was studying in a boarding school.Our marriage life seemed to be enviably happy. But the calm life was more likely to be affected by unpredictable changes.Dew came into my life.It was a sunny day. I stood on a spacious balcony. Dew hugged me from behind. My heart once again was immersed in her stream of love. This was the apartment I bought for her.Dew said, you are the kind of man who best draws girls' eyeballs.Her words suddenly reminded me of my wife. When we were justmarried, my wife said, Men like you, once successful, will be veryattractive to girls.Thinking of this, I became somewhat hesitant. I knew I had betrayedmy wife.. But I couldn't help doing so.I moved Dew's hands aside and said you go to select some furniture, O.K.? I've got something to do in the company.

Obviously she was unhappy, because I had promised to do it together with her. At the moment, the idea of divorce became clearer in my mind although it used to be something impossible to me.However, I found it rather difficult to tell my wife about it. No matter how mildly I mentioned it to her, she would be deeply hurt.Honestly, she was a good wife. Every evening she was busy preparingdinner. I was sitting in front of the TV. The dinner was ready soon. Then we watched TV together. Or, I was lounging before the computer, visualizing Dew's body. This was the means of my entertainment.One day I said to her in a slightly joking way, suppose we divorce,what will you do? She stared at me for a few seconds without a word.

Apparently she believed that divorce was something too far away from her. I couldn't imagine how she would react once she got to know I was serious.When my wife went to my office, Dew had just stepped out.Almost all the staff looked at my wife with a sympathetic eye tried tohide something while talking to her. She seemed to have got some hint. She gently smiled at my subordinates.

But I read some hurt in her eyes.Once again, Dew said to me, He Ning, divorce her, O.K.? Then we live together. I nodded.

I knew I could not hesitate any more.When my wife served the last dish, I held her hand. I've got something to tell you, I said. She sat down and ate quietly.

Again I observed the hurt in her eyes. Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I wanta divorce. I raised the serious topic calmly.She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked mesoftly, why? I'm serious.I avoided her question. This so-called answer made her angry..

She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man!That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage.
But I could hardly give her satisfactory answer, because my heart hadgone to Dew.With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces.
I felt a pain in my heart. The woman who had been living ten years withme would become a stranger one day. But I could not take back what Ihad said.Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release.
The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemedto be firmer and clearer.
Late that night, I came back home after entertaining my clients. I saw her writing something at the table. I fall asleep fast.
When I woke up, I found she was still there. I turned over and was asleep again.

She brought up her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from me but I was supposed to give her one month s time before divorce, and in the month's time we must live as normal a life as possible.

Her reason was simple: our son would finish his summer vacation a month later and she didn't want him to see our marriage was broken.She passed me the agreement she drafted, and then asked me, HeNing, do you still remember how I entered our bridal room on the wedding day?

This question suddenly brought back all those wonderful memories to me. I nodded and she said, I remember.You carried me in your arms, she continued, so, I have a requirement, that is, you carry me out in your arms on the day when we divorce.
From now to the end of this month, you must carry me out from thebedroom to the door every morning.I accepted with a smile. I knew she missed those sweet days andwished to end her marriage romantically.
I told Dew about my wife s divorce conditions. She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she does, she has to face the result of divorce, she said scornfully. Her words more or less made me feel uncomfortable.

My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. We even treated each other as a stranger.

So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain.

From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly, Let us start from today, don't tell our son. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset.

I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for a bus, I drove to the office.On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned onmy chest. We were so close that I could smell the fragrance of herblouse.

I realized that I hadn't looked at this intimate woman carefully for a long time. I found she was not young any more.There were some fine wrinkles on her face.On the third day, she whispered to me, the outside garden is being demolished. Be careful when you pass there.On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I seemed to feel that we were still an intimate couple and I was holding my sweetheart in my arms.

The visualization of Dew became vague.On the fifth and sixth day, she kept reminding me something, such as, where she put the ironed shirts, I should be careful while cooking, etc. I nodded.

The sense of intimacy was even stronger. I didn't tell Dew about this.I felt it was easier to carry her. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger. I said to her, It seems not difficult to carry you now.

She was picking her dresses. I was waiting to carry her out. She tried quite a few but could not find a suitable one.
Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I smiled.
But I suddenly realized that it was because she was thinner that I could carry her more easily, not because I was stronger.

I knew she had buried all the bitterness in her heart. Again, I felt a sense of pain.. Subconsciously I reached out a hand to touch her head.Our son came in at the moment. Dad, it's time to carry mum out. He said. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had been an essential part of his life.She gestured our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face because I was afraid I would change my mind at the last minute. I held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway.

Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly, as if we came back to our wedding day. But her much lighter weight made me sad.On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move astep.

Our son had gone to school. She said, actually I hope you will hold me in your arms until we are old.I held her tightly and said, both you and I didn't notice that our life lacked intimacy.I jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door.
I wasafraid any delay would make me change my decision. I walked upstairs.

Dew opened the door. I said to her, Sorry, Dew, I won't divorce. I'm serious.She looked at me, astonished. The she touched my forehead. You got no fever.. She said.

I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew, i said, I can only say sorryto you, I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of life, not because we didn't love each other any more.Now I understand that since I carried her into the home, she gave birth to our child, I am supposed to hold her until I am old. So I have to say sorry to you.Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and thenslammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove to the office.When I passed the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet for my wife which was her favorite.

The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I'll carry you out every morning until we are old.

2006-05-25T18:08:00.000+08:00

He really just might. In fact, he just did.

But still, i felt that he shouldn't. He really shouldn't. I'm satisfied with past Idol winners but not this time as he was crowned. Guessed the 30-40 year old U.S female virgins' phone bills shot sky high this month. I really don't feel like watching Idol results show tonight.

On another note, a male teacher who always did relief in my school passed away just now. Unbelievable.
Reminiscing a close chum who passed away more than a decade ago. She was very close to me. Could still remember that a week before my birthday, she called my house but i wasn't around. Thus, she told my mum that she really needed to give me something urgently. True to form, less than an hour later, she appeared at my doorstep with the pressie and handed it to my mum. She said that she had bought a top especially for me. She even bought one of the exact design but with different shade with the intention of wearing it for my upcoming birthday bash during the weekend. The day she came to my house was on a Monday. On Thursday, i suddenly had this strange feeling that i should call her. Her sister answered and said that she had passed due to a bike accident. I was speechless. Yeah, you could imagine how stunned i was. Now, i understand. I understand why she wanted to give me the pressie so much. I understand why she needed to speak to me so much and i understand why i had that strange feeling to call her on that Thursday. Everything fell into place. And there's a reason for everything.

Death is so inevitable.

"Semoga Allah mencucuri rahmat ke atas roh mereka. Amin".

2006-05-24T22:35:00.000+08:00

Tonight's Inc Tales is fcuking scary!!!!! I have to cover my face and peek from my fingers to watch it.

Ok, erase, erase the thoughts.

Now, gotta go for my ultimate favourito show, Project Runway 2.

2006-05-24T18:51:00.000+08:00

My take is that he shouldn't but he just might.

But still, i strongly believe he shouldn't. And again, he just might.

He shouldn't. He might. He shouldn't. He might. ( Repeat till the results out )

Ahh, tomorrow we will know who will be crowned as the next Idol.

P/S : Hope Simon's prediction this time round is wrong!

2006-05-22T20:56:00.000+08:00

I have to post this.

I need to say Jamile & Destini's dance in So You Think You Can Dance is HOT, HOT, HOT!!!!

It's burning, baby!!!!!!!!!!!

I lurvvvvveeeee it!!!!!

P/S Spoiler Alert --->I like Blake but i know who's the winner already and it's not him. Sob.sob.

2006-05-22T15:51:00.000+08:00

Some clarifications and confessions need to be done.

If people were to read my entries, people would ask,"Why is she spending like a tai-tai? She goes to eat at some fancy restaurants on almost every other week and travel to faraway countries."

My reason is simple. As clearly stated in my profile ( top left hand corner under femme fatale column ), I love food, traveling, fashion and music. In other words, these are my passion. Based on my Oxford Current English dictionary, passion is clearly defined as strong enthusiasm, strong emotion. It is something that you'd want to have and willing to sacrifice other unnecessary stuff in return for stuff that you are passionate about. And i am willing to do that.

What are unnecessary stuff to me?

Owning a car is one. I'd rather spend my money on food and holidays than owning a big, fat car. Furthermore, the purpose of owning a car is for convenience especially if you need to send your children to school or mum's place everyday. However, i have zero children. Even if my husband and i were to take cabs to and fro work everyday, my cab fares will be cheaper than my total expenditure of owning a car. Instalments, fuel and not to forget COE. I could save few hundreds every month just for that. So you could imagine how much i'd save for the entire year. And that's the reason i can afford to travel to faraway places. No point owning a car when there are too many public transportations around. Unless, you have 10 tonnes of fat arse to carry around.

Eating at workplace is two. I don't normally eat at workplace unless i'm really hungry. I will wait till i get back home to eat. Even if i have to, i will eat sandwiches or cheap meals at work. Furthermore, my meal will not cost me more than $1.50. I should be grateful to work in a neighbourhood area rather than the CBD whereby i have to fork out about $3 for hawker centre meal or $6 for a fast food meal. And just imagine how much i'd save for the month. That explains the moolah i've got for my restaurant meals.

Wearing nice and presentable clothes to work is three. I don't wear nice clothes to work. My clothes will be from This Fashion or any hunt-down sale. I don't see the reason to dress up so nicely to work especially when you see the same old faces everyday. Who i'd want to attract? My boss is a lady and the male colleagues are married. Even if the males and i were not married, workplace is the last place for me to find my soulmate. I don't like to mix work with pleasure. Ahem. And that explains the moolah i've got for my designer arm candies and my ever changing wardrobe for nights-out. By the way, i never ask any $ from my hub for all these things wokay? I don't believe on being a freeloader even if it comes from my hub. You want it, you've got to earn it baby!

And if you were to label me as a nightcrawler, it's because i work hard and i play hard. That's me. Mon-Thurs and sometimes Sundays i will be at home. On weekdays, I will start work at 0700hrs till 1730hrs. Then, i will head home straight. Even at home, i will continue working. I won't even go shopping, meet up my friends or god forbids, go pubs/clubs. At the most, i will be at Tampines Mall to get my weekly In Touch Mag on Thursdays. Only Thursdays. And that's it. I have lost few friends due to my hectic schedule. It's not that i'm super workaholic but what needs to be done, needs to be done. I am very strict on my schedule. I will tell anyone who'd want to meet up, can only meet me during the weekends. If they can't, it's too bad. I have to make up for it during other available times. And if i have a lot of work, even my weekends will be spent at home doing work. Yeah, seems like i have no life. But, i will try my best to make time for everyone. But, sometimes i just can't and people around me especially old friends have to really understand my schedule. If not, we will fall out. Just like that.

And that's the reason when i play hard, i really do. I think it's something of a reward for me after slogging through the hours during the weekdays. And that's the reason you will see me at fancy restaurants/clubs/cafes or overseas quite often. I think i deserved it. And let me tell you, my work requires fucking lotsa time of thinking! Moreover, my passion ( and my niece ) that keeps me going and makes me happy. In actual fact, having my own children that makes me the happiest girl in the world but i have to accept the fact that i might never have the chance to have any. Thus, i divert my attention on doing other things to keep me happy. I have to, if not i can't go through it all. You don't understand the shits i have to go through. And that's why i am very mad if people point fingers at me and tell a lot of malicious rumours about me that they don't know about. They just don't or refuse to understand. Although friends have been telling me, "I don't know how i'd handle if i were you. Having a job that's so stressful, your operations/health and your marriage. You are a strong person." Life goes on no matter how bad it is. Sometimes, i wonder why some people have to feel so bad when they've broken up their relationships/engagements or have to deal with minor glitches in life. I cannot imagine if they were in my shoes. They would commit suicide i guess. It's not that i'm a Superwoman or Wonder Woman, but people just can't run from problems. The more you run, the more it will haunt you. It's either you sink or you swim. That's the fact. No matter what, go through life's odds and you will realise that you will come out as a stronger, mature and wiser human at the end.

On top of that, if there are people who thinks that i couldn't spend much time with you as before, my apologies. And if you think that i have to prioritise my hub time than with you, yeah, i have to admit. My apologies again. You see, i think i spend more time with my own colleagues than my own hub. It's because my hub works irregular hours. Sometimes, i can only spend 1 day in a week with him. He has an afternoon or night shift. Therefore, by the time i got home, he will be off to work and will be back after midnight. By then, i would be asleep. It's like we are near but yet far. We are sleeping on the same bed, share the same mattress but no communication done. Sometimes, i can only spend time for few hours in a week with him. That's because when his off day falls on a weekday, he will be at home and i will be at work. By the time i reach home in the evening, have shower and dinner, it's nearing 2200hrs. By then, it's my bedtime but not his as i have to work in the morning and he's in afternoon or night shift. See, how pathetic our life as marrieds? That's why, i have to spend as much quality time with him whenever i can. Please don't misunderstand. I don't want things to happen again from my part. Negligence and zero communication between couple are really not healthy. I have learnt my mistake. And if i have zero communication and can't spend much time with my hub, why did i get married in the first place? Marriage is supposed to be a communion between two people. Caring and sharing. But if he's not with me at most times, whom i can share with? That supposedly sharing habit that all marrieds should practise, where it's all gone to?

Ok, i think that's enough from me. I have to get back to work ( see what i meant? ).

C'mon, today is only Monday.

Monday blues for others i supposed.

But, 3 more days to Thurs for my In Touch.

And Friday and Saturday for...

p/s : Everyone should have their passion on something. Your passion keeps you anticipate life with more enthusiasm and push your days forward with ease and eager in achieving that thing ( passion ) that waits for you at the end of the line.

2006-05-21T20:54:00.000+08:00

Yesterday, one after another. First up was a colleague's chalet at Aloha Loyang. Then, went to watch Poseidon at Imax. I waited to watch this at Imax than the normal theatre to experience the real thang better. Next, was at Al Tazzag Egyptian restaurant at Haji Lane and wound up my night at BluJaz Cafe. Today, went to Closet Affair at Far East to buy some tops. Stumbled upon a great,great,great boutique, Vivie at first level. The vintage and retro-inspired dresses and tops made me feel like i'm a child in a candy store. Love the clothes there but was dumbfounded when i checked on the price tags. Cheapest is 99bucks and the price can shoot up to 300bucks. Well,i'm going to save some bucks and get one of those dresses/tops one day.

@Imax

@Al Tazzag

@BluJaz Cafe

2006-05-20T01:54:00.000+08:00

Hail to my Grand Master. My Holy Grail, Dan Brown.

A parallel of deep thoughts swirled in the opus of literary work by the man himself. Anagrams and crypt reads are not my forte but interesting rather. The film davinci code is futile as it has lost its novelty from the mega attraction from its firsthand book. It’s not as interesting as the novel as it’s not whole. Of course, if you were to capture the whole essence of the literary findings and stealth behind the whole story and portray it in reel-like form,the movie will stretch more than the periodic continuance of the death of Mary Magdelene. Or earlier than 428 anno domini.

I have to save my last bit of admiration to Mr Tom Hanks. He can act. Yes, he can really damn act. Big, Sleepless in Seattle, Philadelphia, Forrest Gump, Saving Private Ryan, Cast Away, The Road to Perdition, The Green Mile, The Terminal and the latest as Mr Robert Langdon to add to his pile of giant roles in movies. And did you notice that 85% of the movies he acted in managed to clinch the Oscar award / nomination for Best Picture and he himself was a 2 times Oscar award winner for Best Actor? Let’s just say he is a damn good actor or he is a fucking damn good actor. Geddit? No? Maybe you are not worthy to crack the Oscar codes yet. Nor have the faith.

Oh, maybe only a Cancerian ( Tom Hanks ) understands the role he needs to portray from the underlying messages penned by another Cancerian ( Dan Brown ). Ahem.

Dan Brown, you are a magnate. Your courage reek of a Knights Templar due to your obstinacy to discuss and reveal the most taboo subject amidst the worldwide protests and configurations.

Needless to say, I’m yearning for more stories of this form. Stories about human intervention and stuff. Meaning of life, fantasy and reality. And the only other author that cross my mind is Mitch Albom. I want to see his novel ‘The Five People You Meet In Heaven’ made to reels. Although its television movie was broadcasted in 2004, I want to watch it in the theatre. Trust me, this is a damn good story. And it’s nothing to do with anyone’s religion. I cried buckets reading this book. This is a book that you can savour when you are at the lowest wick of a candle. It has helped me go through the rough patches in life ( of course besides prayers ) and made me say “Ahh, this is nothing. I can go through this.” True to form, I was in cloud nines again within few days. Really. It made you be more appreciative of life shindigs in its simplest and ugliest form and people around you, be it strangers that you barely spoken to in mins to loved ones.

Oh, I’m becoming so melodrama.

But, c’mon even Idi Amen has his soft side.

2006-05-18T21:57:00.000+08:00

The Hippies won the Race!

Ok la jugak...

But, i'm still mourning over Elliott.

Nothing else to say.

2006-05-18T21:01:00.000+08:00

I cried. Yeah, i admit tears streamed down my eyes.

Elliott Yamin was ousted.

Nothing else to say.

I'm out.

2006-05-17T21:05:00.000+08:00

I pray and i pray and i pray and i pray and i pray and i pray and i pray and i pray and i pray and i pray and i pray and i pray and i pray and i pray and i pray and i pray and i pray and i pray and i pray that...

Elliott Yamin and Katharine McPhee will be in the finals!

I don't want that ADHD , white hair boy who makan salah ubat and sings with zilch emotions and soul to win no matter what!

Elliott, I'm your NO.1 FAN!

Go you funky white boy!

2006-05-17T17:31:00.000+08:00

Some lateral shots on certain flicks. Mixed reviews of sorts for perpetual movie-goers.

United 93 and World Trade Centre will be released soon. Critics slammed that it should not be made into movies as c'mon who would forget September 11? George Bush should do the honour of commemorating these events, not another director who'd want to rake in cash by taking advantage of making these kinda movies. And, is it too soon?

For me, a morbid curiosity would never hurt anyone. Plenty of Kleenex would be on standby too.

On another note, Factory Girl would do everyone justice. Think Studio 54, Andy Warhol, his studio cum crash pad, his muse Edie Sedgwick, cool paintings and all the wild hooplas.

My fav quotes by the pop artist himself,

"Don't pay any attention to what they write about you. Just measure it in inches."

"I'm afraid that if you look at a thing long enough, it loses all of its meaning.”

P/S : I have paid my flight tix to somewhere for my anniv. Yahoo!!!

2006-05-15T22:17:00.000+08:00

Sickeningly BAD BLARDY DAY again.

THE WORST, in fact!

I'm in foul mood.

Don't talk and don't bother to smile at me.

Hush.

Thank you.

2006-05-14T17:45:00.000+08:00

So there i was. Unthralled by the gawdly misunderstood creature. I lost a posse this afternoon. No, he's not seeing heavens and such but mystily carried away by his angel which by far, a demon to my understanding.

Erase and rewind please. I don't understand where i'd gone wrong.

He is my chum till today. A male FRIEND that i've entrusted and went out for few shizzs for the past 6 years. I text him yesterday to join me at Rouge and all i've got in the wee hours today was some verbal shits from his Mak Datin. I am in no desire to start a drama but if you'd wish upon to welcome me in your mighty kingdom, i'd be pleasantly honoured. Don't start. Don't ever. Don't try to rule me with your so-called mighty conquest.

Did i do some moonlighting with your king? Did your uncall for morality and sex appeal fluctuated when your king meet his "gundek"? Please, grow up. A little remark here, "Platonic friendships still do exist in this Hugh Hefnor world".

I don't want to lose another friend. I've lost many. Male friends the most especially when they know that i'm married. Is it because they have ulterior motives?

Enlighten me with a theory, gentlemen.

2006-05-14T02:41:00.000+08:00

The Aztec community was in town? Nahh...As soon as i heard that there will be a 3 days affair Cinco De Mayo festival at Peranakan Place, i rushed down to catch the buzz. Managed to catch the whole soiree on the last night. There were Mexican musicians serenaded diners at Pre-Rouge, Mexican delicacies spread along the area and greatest part was the fire-eating bonanza! Great, great as i love anything to do with Mexico. A reminiscent of my Mexican trip a year ago. I would love to return to Mexico again one day. This time will be Acapulco, not Cancun as the latter too sophisticated to my taste. Acapulco is more of a red dot dash. It is where the hooligans, mobsters and the rich and famous unite! It is the Las Vegas of States, Amsterdam of Holland and Ibiza of Spain ( if you get the drift ).

Nachos? Check. Burrito? Check. Where's my guacamole?

Not tripping. I did not drink wokay!

The horn was out!

Fire eating show

2006-05-13T00:12:00.000+08:00

Cancer - My Zodiac

The Cancerian character is the least clear-cut of all those associated with the signs of the zodiac. It can range from the timid, dull, shy and withdrawn to the most brilliant, and famous Cancerians are to be found through the whole range of human activity. It is a fundamentally conservative and home-loving nature, appreciating the nest like quality of a secure base to which the male can retire when he needs a respite from the stresses of life, and in which the Cancerian woman can exercise her strong maternal instincts. The latter tends to like and to have a large family. `Nest like' is an appropriate adjective for the Cancerian home, for its inhabitants tend to favor the dark, mysterious but comfortable type of house which has something of the air of a den about it, a place which belongs to the family rather than existing as a showcase to impress visitors. That is not to say that the Cancerian is unsociable, just that for them there is a time to socialize and a time to be solitary, and this is part of the apparent contradiction in their nature. Outwardly they can appear formidable - thick-skinned, unemotional, uncompromising, obstinately tenacious, purposeful, energetic, shrewd, intuitive and wise, sometimes with a philosophical profundity of thought verging on inspiration. Their intimates, however, may see a very different character, one with a sympathetic and kindly sensitivity to other people, especially those they love. They are able to identify with the situations of others because of the keenness of their imaginations. They are often over-imaginative and prone to fantasy, sometimes trying to shape their lives to fit some romantic ideal. They are appreciative of art and literature, and especially of drama, where the spectacle and ebb and flow of action and feeling particularly excite them. They may themselves possess considerable literary, artistic or oratorical talent. Their sharp ears and talent for mimicry can sometimes give them success on the stage, though their tendency to be emotional may make them overact. Interestingly - because they give the impression of being down-to-earth - they are often fascinated by the occult and are more open to psychic influence than the average. If they can reconcile the personal conflict of their urge to be outgoing with the reserve that causes them to withdraw into themselves, then at best they can inspire a generation, especially the youthful part of it, by their idealism. A job in which they can express this, and in which they can do well, would be as a leader in a youth organization.
In their personal relationships they are mentally a mixture of toughness and softness, often emotional and romantic to the point of sentimentality in their fantasies; but in real life and in marriage, their loving is not so sentimental but tenaciously loyal. Even if they have affairs (and they may do so, for the male in particular is open to sensual stimulation), their first loyalty remains to spouse and family, of whom they regard themselves as the protector. Both the Cancerian man and woman love unreservedly, giving much and asking little in return - in fact, one of the most important lessons they have to learn is how to receive gracefully. They are too easily influenced by those they love and admire, and swayed by the emotion of the moment. They are also loyal friends, the negative side of their faithfulness being clannishness, the narrow patriotism of "my country right or wrong"; and closing ranks in suspicion and coldness toward outsiders.
Cancerians have a retentive memory, particularly for emotionally laden events which they can recall in detail for years afterwards. they are strongly governed by childhood memories and since they live intensely in the past in memory and in the future in imagination, a chance meeting with someone for whom they had an unrequited love, even if they thought they had conquered the feeling, will easily rouse the emotion all over again.
The Cancerian has many potential faults. They can be untidy, sulky, devious, moody, inclined to self-pity because of an inferiority complex, brood on insults (very often imagined), yet are easily flattered. They can be tactless and difficult yet, because they are normally ambitious, they will curry favor by floating with majority opinions, outlooks and fashions of the day. As a result they often change their opinions and loyalties and, indeed, their occupations, and lack stability. They are easily corrupted and, because they are convincing romanticizers, can make successful confidence tricksters. Their romanticism in another sense make them ardent supporters of causes, for example a football team with whose heroes they can identify in a world of fantasy.
Their abilities fit the Cancerian for a wide range of occupations. As they are interested in what people are thinking and able to judge what they can safely be told, they can be good journalists, writers or politicians, though in this last capacity they are more likely to remain in the background rather than attain prominent positions of power. They may, indeed, change their party affiliations. They can serve in other departments of public affairs, especially those which involve looking after others, for example in any kind of service from welfare and nursing to catering - their own love of comfort and good living makes the Cancerian an excellent chef or housekeeper. They sometimes have a penchant for trade or business and are often successful as a captain of industry. This is because they are excellent organizers with a good sense of value and economy which they may combine with a flair for inventiveness and originality. The romantic side of their natures make them enjoy grubbing about in places where exciting discoveries may be made (old stamp collections in attics, etc.), and if they can do this professionally as a secondhand dealer or specialist in antiques, they will be happy. More common occupations which suit some subjects of Cancer are real estate broker, gardener and sailor.

LIKES
Hobbies
Romance
Children
Home and Country
Parties

DISLIKES
Aggravating situations
Failure
Opposition
Being told what to do ;)
Advice (good or bad)

P/S : Why is it coincidentally true huh?

2006-05-12T12:11:00.000+08:00

Was at Daybed again yesterday. My white look-alike robe spells virginity or resembles a staff in some kind of insanitarium. I never plan to do all Madonna 'Like a Virgin' that resulted to my "pop-out" head capture ( see second pix ). Seems like every zone would like to do the daybed concept before the real thang ( Bed Supperclub ) hit it here.

Few cubes of blue cheese atop the beef patty. Sinful, sinful!

2006-05-11T18:21:00.000+08:00

How Your Personality Affects Cancer

"Social situations can produce a lot of stress. How we handle stress is a function of our personality. Those who 'explode' and ventilate their emotions are freed of the burden, but those who are 'nice', internalize the stress which has it's consequences by degrading our health.Every doctor knows the 'cancer personality'. This is one who is the nicest person that you would want to know. They are never hostile, violent, vulgar or abusive. This polite presentation comes at a price. The insults and indignities of life that we all experience, he suffers in silence, all the while increasing the toxic emotional burden that he carries. We know that toxic emotions shut down our immune system, making such a person a candidate for cancer. Dr Kennedy, who has a website at http://www.medical-library.net says; People say "He is the nicest person in the world, This should not have happened to him"It is important for such people to find a channel for them to ventilate. Maybe an aggressive sport such as tennis or maybe bowling where you can attach a personality to the bowling pins and ventilate your pent-up frustration in a socially acceptable way. If you have cancer, it is necessary to change the stress factors in your life or how you handle them, or they will do you in. You can be sure of one thing, carrying this load will exact its price in health.When I had cancer, I had to make some drastic changes in my relationships for this reason. If you have cancer, you must take a careful inventory of the stress in your life and do whatever it takes to reduce it to a level that no longer threatens your life.You can't be stressed and laugh at the same time. Laugh a lot. Find situations where you are induced to laugh. Dr. Norman cousins overcame cancer by watching The Three Stooges movies".

Bob Davis
healthrecipes.com guest writer

Quote of the day :
Holding anger is a poison. It eats you from inside. We think that hating is a weapon that attacks the person who harmed us. But hatred is a curved blade. And the harms we do, we do to ourselves.

2006-05-11T17:54:00.000+08:00

My evergreen fav song. Everytime i hear it, it brings tears to my eyes. What if, what if...

The Drugs Don't Work - The Verve

All this talk of getting old
It's getting me down my love
Like a cat in a bag, waiting to drown
This time I'm comin' down
And I hope you're thinking of me

As you lay down on your side
Now the drugs don't work
They just make you worse
But I know I'll see your face again

Now the drugs don't work
They just make you worse
But I know I'll see your face again

But I know I'm on a losing streak
'Cause I passed down my old street
And if you wanna show, then just let me know
And I'll sing in your ear again

Now the drugs don't work
They just make you worse
But I know I'll see your face again

'Cause baby, ooh, if heaven calls, I'm coming, too
Just like you said, you leave my life I'm better off dead

All this talk of getting old
It's getting me down my love
Like a cat in a bag, waiting to drown
This time I'm comin' down

Now the drugs don't work
They just make you worse
But I know I'll see your face again

'Cause baby, ooh, if heaven calls, I'm coming, too
Just like you said, you leave my life, I'm better off dead
But if you wanna show, just let me know
And I'll sing in your ear again

Now the drugs don't work
They just make you worse
But I know I'll see your face again

Yeah, I know I'll see your face again
Yeah, I know I'll see your face again
Yeah, I know I'll see your face again
Yeah, I know I'll see your face again
I'm never going down, I'm never coming down
No more, no more, no more, no more, no more
I'm never coming down, I'm never going down
No more, no more, no more, no more, no more(Repeat and Fade Out)

P/S : Chris is dunzo! Shocked? Not me. Knew it all along he can't win. The fact is, it's very difficult for a rocker to win. Look at Bo Bice & Constantin. People will be bored of rockers eventually. I have a hunch that Elliott will definitely be in the finals! Go Elliott go! I want him or Katharine McPhee to win actually. But more to him. This is getting so exciting!

2006-05-10T19:29:00.000+08:00

Bill & Ted's Bogus journey has inspired me to do a mandatory research of places unknown to my "cocoon" world. There is life in the outskirts of city thrills and such. There is life other than LAX club, Kitson or the skylights. I would like to manifest my findings. I was ecstatically elated and uplifted until it dawns on me that i COULD NOT get there. Get there as much as i wanted to. Get to unjazzy life, get to reality, get to Santorini.

I was in a position to strangle myself. William Tell should had just arrowed me. How could i forget trivial stuff like weather. I don't have to check with the Weatherman. Reality check sets in when i realised that Santorini will be prickly ice cold come December. How to chill at the balcony on top of the cliff, overlooking Atlantic ocean, watching birds fly over Thira, amidst the sunset with a 12 degress celcius cold air seeping through my skin?

Thus, i have to throt through the other side of the globe where the sun still shines. My Blue List paperback sure came in handy during these times. I am so nutty over unknown places and if can, i would even want to find the exact location of Papa Smurf and family and their mushroom houses. Yes, that bad. But, of course, even Ian Wright couldn't help me.

I have to lay the deck of cards on the table. I have to choose other destination come December. It is a gamble as life is a gamble itself. Not sure how the other unknown destination will be like. Good or bad? But i like these kinda cheap thrills. Not knowing anything about the place. Not knowing what you will expect. Not knowing anything. Road maps are kinda unnecesary as i go with the flow and where my feet would like to land. It stops when it wanted to. Not stop when the map tells it to.

Nontheless, i have few destinations in hand. Morocco, Peru, Argentina or New York. Maybe, maybe.

This is getting so excruciating.

P/S : I'm gonna vouch for Elliott ( American Idol ). He's an underdog, yeah, but he can really sing man! Go! Go! GO to the finals! I want him to be in the finals! And he's so humble and determined! Shoo Taylor or Chris!

2006-05-09T21:56:00.000+08:00

Santorini = Dunzo!

Buenos Aires = Maybe

Peru = Maybe

Marrakech = Maybe

Hankering on love's lost for Santorini.

Will explain further.

Stay tuned...

2006-05-08T15:51:00.000+08:00

A room full of debauchery and madness of some croak-like sounding. The cell-like 4 walls is almost sound proof. Yesh, almost. The loud bellows of "My Heart Will Go On" from a neighbouring door made me shove earbuds to my eardrums instantaneously. K-Box is new to me. I used to frequent the one at Chai Chee C.C. The latter has as good array of song selection but cheaper. K-Box or the one at Apollo Centre are so god-damn expensive. I used to spend $25 for the room, a platter of seafood and bubble tea drinks at Chai Chee C.C but K-Box, i have to shove $48 up to their noses for mere room rate and drinks. What the! I knew that K-Box is ex but since i'm so malas to go all the way to Chai Chee C.C yesterday, i ended up paying more. Padan muka!

All in all, it was great as i love to sing. Lagu Spring, Ruth Sahanaya, U.Ks, Jewel, Carpenters, Wings, Siti Sarah, Ning Baizura, Dayang Nurfaizah, Kris Dayanti and all the lagu Rock Melayu kuno keluar. I like!

2006-05-07T02:20:00.000+08:00

Election results out.

Hmmm...

On another note, my latest update on famous Cancerians. Sorry, it's like the Vietnam War between me n hub.

- Wolfgang Puck ( celebrity chef )
- Robin Williams ( actor )
- Will Ferrell ( actor )
- David Spade ( actor )
- George Michael ( singer )
- Cyndi Lauper ( singer )
- Sophia Bush ( actress )
- Selma Blair ( actress )
- Michelle Rodriguez ( Lost's actress )
- Matthew Fow ( Lost's actor )
- Josh Holloway ( Lost's actor )
- J.J Abrams ( Lost's, Alias' & Felicity's creator, M.I 3 director )
- Nuno Gomes ( Portugal's footballer )
- Martin Gore & Andrew Fletcher ( Depeche Mode's singers )
- Francis Healey ( Travis' lead singer )
- Vin Diesel ( actor )
- Dan Brown ( author )
- Stavros Niarchos ( Stavros Niarchos 3's grandfather, shipping magnate billionaire )
- Elliott Yamin & Kellie Pickler ( American Idol 5 contestants )
- Ashle & Snow ( So You Think You Can Dance contestants )
-Chris Isaak ( singer )
-Jay Wright Forrester ( first animation creator in the history of computer graphics, RAM developer )
- Allegra Versace ( Donatella's daughter )
- Debbie Harry ( Blondie's singer )
- Ryan Cabrera ( singer )

2006-05-06T20:20:00.000+08:00

Was at Om Cafe yesterday. I'd much prefer Ambrosia though. I swear i would never step foot at Om Cafe again as the food sucks big time!!! It's a nice place to chill though with great interior works but i just can't. No great food, i can mati. Yes, i am this fussy. Fussy on every single thing till my hub cannot tahan.

Just now, wanted to go to the ever popular annual BIG designer labels sale at Cairnhill Community Club. Heard that the prices would be slashed down to 70-80%. Alas, the whole C.C is closed due to election. And the most "peng" part was that the C.C didn't put up any signage to indicate that the sale will be postponed or cancelled. There were few ang-mohs with ill-fated luck as me at the CC as well! This, i need to complain!

Swearing my way through to Newton Hawker Centre to comfort myself with their kerangs.

@ Om Cafe

@ Newton

p/s : Cancelled my plan to go to Balcony tonight with my chum as i wouldn't wanna miss the Election results 'LIVE' on telly tonight. Could you believe that? ( and who say i know how to party and dig fashion only? who? who? who? )

2006-05-05T18:46:00.000+08:00

Polling tomorrow? Who to poll?

The most politically-correct answer would be to hold my guards with sealed lips in terms of political issues. I have a lot to say but a politically-correct minded non-politician would not divulge any further purviews which might be politically-correct nevertheless. Not in open public and not in own blog, of course, unless you have reserved your own 6 feet-under chamber!

Political affairs are fascinating. When i was young, i know screw-nuts about politics. I only know that PAP people wear all white and names of some prominent leaders. And the organisations in Singapore baffled me with all the abbreviations. And the abbreviations on my mind was MOS( Ministry of Sound ) rather than MOM ( Ministry of Manpower ). For now, it seems that the putsch commotion surrounding the nation swivelled me a bit i'd say! Very drama, very enticing, very i like!

Poll aside, i dreamt of being interviewed on Entertainment Tonight as one of the finalists for American Idol ( Hit me #1-i'm not a US citizen, Hit me #2-i won't even be in the list for Singapore Idol, so watcha think of American Idol?!).

Nonetheless, bear with me for a few as i would really want to konon-konon act the part.

Qs & As are as follows ( Answers come in the form of fact or fiction. Sieve yourselves ):

When did you first start to sing?
8 years old.

Do you have any formal singing training?
Yes, i'm the granddaughter's elder sister's cousin's sis-in-law's of Gene Kelly.

What other talents do you have?
Acting and dancing.

If you don't make it on AMERICAN IDOL, what will you do?
Go back to acting and dancing, musical.

What are your personal goals in life?
Have a great family, healthy relationships, give to others who are needy and be a kick ass white trasher.

What album would your friends be surprised you own?
Koleksi Hits-Spring

Who is your AMERICAN IDOL?
No American Idol. American Idiot have, in the form of William Hung.

Do you have any rituals or things you do each time you perform?
Have gazillion glasses of Coke and pass gas.

Most embarrassing moments?
When the wind blew off my skirt to expose my Agent Provocateur hosiery.

What has been your proudest moment in life so far?
Getting to this point in the competition.

If you couldn't sing, which talent would you most like to have?
Acting.

What is your definition of an AMERICAN IDOL?
The applauding comeback of a former American Idiot.

Who is your favorite judge and why?
Simon - he is brutal but honest.

What would people be surprised to learn about you?
That I'm kind and compassionate despite all the hurls, accusations, sometimes a snob and have an attitude with the capital A!

How has this changed your life?
It hasn't. Nobody knows about it yet.

Do you have any lucky charms?
No.

Who are your heroes in life?
My mom, karang-guni man ( to slog thru hours on end just to lay food on the table for family ), Nelson Mandela, Princess Diana and anyone who's not afraid to stand up for their rights.

What's been your toughest obstacle in life?
Too many. Overcoming personal insecurities, knowing that i have slim chance in bearing children. Sometimes, i feel that i've gone thru so much that few girls have encountered at this age. My advise to people who procrastinate on having children, please DON'T! Have kids when you can. Don't wait cus you want to enjoy first. By the time you are ready, you can't have. Trust me! [ Phewwittt!! Steady ah!!! (audience applause in the background )]

Do you think the audition process was fair?
No, they let go of some really good people and kept people who were pretty.

If you win, who will you thank first?
God, fans, family, Simon Cowell, Simon Fuller & err...George Bush. Oh, sorry u meant FIRRRSSST??? *slaps head and grin*

2006-05-03T23:56:00.000+08:00

At times, blogging is like a chore...

Will stop for a bit, but not too long.

Will continue when any imbalanced hormone strikes.

2006-05-01T06:11:00.000+08:00

Yemen is calling!

Time check : 0400hrs
Departure time : 0430hrs
Arrival time: 0450hrs

What the! No airport transfers and all as i'm still here. All Yemen but still Singaporean and ready to feast. Had a lil craving of one of these Arabian cuisine at Samar Cafe. The norm when you are at any cafes along Arab St, Baghdad St or Haji Lane is to order sheesha but i refused flat-handedly. The first time i had it at a chum's place during 1999-2000, i said, well, this ain't my whiff of the day. I don't understand people can smoke sheesha for hours on end when seriously, it's not much of a deal. If you really wana smoke, get the real fags. Not something as lame as this and try to act cool.

I like the drinks and dessert! My drink is the red coloured one with a concoction of hibiscus petals.

I look like a lollipop ( big head, small bod ) in this pix!

As the name of the cafe, Samar ( blurry effect ), suggests, my pix turns out exactly as it should be! The owner will be so proud!

p/s : I still couldn't fathom the rationale behind Labour Day when half of the world still has to work. Depicts the purpose. Anyways, Happy Labour Day to the lucky ones!

My very the very basi wedding pix

2006-04-30T18:18:00.000+08:00

My very the very basi wed memorabilia

Top pix :I wanted it to be special. Thus, i designed my own wedding card. Exclusive. You can't get the design anywhere at Joo Chiat or even Harrod's!!!

Centre pix : The dinner with my fake hair & overflowing dress rented at Silhoutte the Bridal Atelier,Stamford Rd

Bottom pix : Tradiitonal dress; Bottom pix : Well wishes board ( own creation again. maybe i'm too broke or just wanted to really get my creative juices out of the system! )

P/S : Btw, i hate guys who have their own blogs. Guys should be rugged ( more concerned on fags, strip clubs, porn websites not blogs, football, brawls, gigs and all the mens' thingee )and have no time for these gurly things, esp those with great fancy template. Duh!

2006-04-30T17:23:00.000+08:00

A whole loggia of my travel pix. As i have limited storage space ( multiply is a hassle and too much pix will be leaked ), i couldn't post pix from other countries as well. All travels did by packpacking. I hate the idea of lugging luggage bags as it looks too classy ( remember, i'm very rugged ). I like fuss free travel that i could fit my stuff in one whole big backpack ( the label Invicta my trusted one ). Feast your eyes on them. ( Xcuse me if the pix kinda blurry as i have to snap them from my digi. You know lah, back in the late 90s, there wasn't any digi to snap my travel pix ).

London ( left pix: at the infamous phone booth near my hotel at Bayswater Station; right pix : Tower of London )

London : Camden Market ( good vintage and trendy stuff avail )

Left pix : Colosseum, Rome ( i cheat by taking pix behind their back to avoid paying for professional photo taken with them.hehe); Right pix : Frankfurt

Top pix : Eiffel at night ( the view is magnificent if you were to stand at the top floor of Eiffel ) ; Bottom pix : Sex Museum, Amsterdam

Top pix : Swiss cultural dance, Lucerne; Bottom pix : It was a riot! The true ardent fans of Roma soccer team, Rome

The famous bridge, Lucerne Switzerland

At the top of Mt Titlis ( one of Swiss alps )

2006-04-29T18:11:00.000+08:00

My Progress Package moolah has helped me earned my "new babies". I had a very "productive" day surging for my fundamental needs. Energiser battery is me. I can stretch myself when it comes to shopping. My evergrowing wistful thoughts of all things Kate Moss, Sienna Miller, Nicole Richie or Lindsay Lohan are making me bonkers. Was at Billy Jo to recce some Clarendon tees but the ever fickle me contemplated and ended up buying Pink Floyd tee. Wanted to get Lynyrd Skynyrd tee but as i don't really listen to their songs and wouldn't want to be swanked as a poseur, i decided on Pink Floyd instead. My evergreen fav band!

Kate Moss wears it. Sienna Miller wears it. Thus, i just have to as well. Sass & Bide jeans, my cult fav. And it's in grey and drainpiped, which are so IN now. Nevermind if my thighs and hips are so fitted tighly which made me look like sarung nangka but it's all good. And please, don't have to ask how much. Thank you. All thanks to Progress Package ( I almost used up my Progress Package just by spending on these 2 items only! Gosh! ).

2006-04-29T11:47:00.000+08:00

@Nude

@Home

Wasted time. Wasted youths. Uh-so elegantly wasted.

I swayed from door to door of 4 watering holes to survive the crowd and music ordeal. My incoherent thinking did not help my inertia. As soon as i passed the door bitch at Le Baroque, i knew it wasn't coming. It didn't come from any direction. The local band fronted by an ex dangdut performer ( yeah, you read it right ), Ros or whoever she was, made me screamed, "Yeah, i'm going to finish off my first and last drink and off i go!" Ironically, the Filipinos and ang-mohs seemed to be on zero-gravity ground. Floated and danced aimlessly like mabuk spacemen. Oh sorry, i forgot, yeah, they were drunk. Amidst it all, the bar top dancers relished it in full spectrum. That was my last straw.

Ink and Nude. All the same.

Home was my saving grace. Ginette Chittick brought the house down. The male revelers worshipped her like she was Aphrodite or Debbie Harry groupies. Ms Chittick spun some ol skool indies and electronica tracks that soared the crowd. THAT was my kinda music. Tell me, which club would spin "The Wild Ones" by London Suede?

But yet, i have to scream "And that's a wrap!" when my hingus stated to flow with the missing comfort of its "Hoover Dam".

2006-04-27T21:59:00.000+08:00

Mojo Jojo is cute. On the contrary, that couple with the Mojo moniker in Amazing Race creates a "global catastrophe"( i'm sure people worldwide hate them too ). More deadly and unwelcoming than the nuclear weapon "Little Boy" dropped in Hiroshima.

I hate them. To the core. Maybe detest would be more ideal.

Fran and Barry were OUT due to those skunks. Pity the former.

I'm pretty sure Eric & Jeremy will win the million bucks!

p/s :

( 1 ) I am already quite lost of Lost as i have missed few slots. Duh!
( 2 ) I have a hunch that Katharine McPhee will win the Idol. Chris is good but he's not versatile. Even when he has to sing a love song, he chose a ballad ROCK song ( by Bryan Adams ). Again, rock song! Getting bored of him.

2006-04-27T16:36:00.000+08:00

The germs vaccilate rapidly throughout my system. Down with a bout of flu and bits of tissue acting as Hoover Dam to eschew the hingus from flowing. Peeps who commiserated on my unwell being advised me to leave my workplace ealier. On regular days, i would be slummed in piles of work from o700-1730hrs 4 times a week, today i left 4hrs earlier. My sloven self is further highlighted till the time whirrs and runs anti-clockwise. I am like a lembik kailan without the oyster sauce.

I won't write in volumes today.

Nonetheless, i have to tell this. A sight that vehemently caught me even at my "lowest battery cell life" self. An old apek about my dad's age nearly fainted beside me at the polyclinic. He was ALONE. The nurses had to wheel him to the counter thereafter. I know that this sight happened in a twelvefold...

but...what struck me was that, where was his family? Why did his family let an old man who seems to have an history of hypertension/stroke went to the clinic alone? Guess his children too busy with own careers. Somehow, this business ( which seems like due to career-first-hand attitude ) will somehow impinge the bond that a family truly needs. Singaporeans are too busy with superfluous things till we neglect what is really important in our life. It is a sad situation and becoming a disease. I couldn't imagine if that apek is my father.

We need to ease a lil.

We have to remind ourselves it's ok not to have Lambourghini, it's ok not to have a house in an affluent district code, it's ok not to have that title. But it's definitley not ok to see your family ties broken.

" You only start to treasure something only when it's gone "

2006-04-24T18:04:00.000+08:00

I prefer...

white to black
playing pool to bowling
breakbeats to techno
DJ Paul Oakenfold to DJ Tiesto
rock music to rnb
jet black hair to blonde hair
mi soto to mi rebus
taking trains to planes
land sports to water sports
cloudy weather to sunny weather
tea to coffee
In Touch magazine to Star magazine
Europe to America
eccentricity to mainstream
messy to neat
my right profile to my left profile
receiving chocolates to flowers
Ilhan Mansiz to David Beckham
jeans to dresses
stilettos to flats
pink lipstick to brown lipstick
cold drinks to hot drinks
cempedak goreng to pisang goreng
Battlestar Galactica to Star Trek
Angelina Jolie to Jennifer Aniston
Jessica Simpson to Nick Lachey
Zara to Mango
MAC cosmetics to Bobby Brown cosmetics
the past to present
History to Geography
Chemistry to Physics
Art & Craft to Home Economics
C to DD
bohemian to classy
Rally to F1
Ferrari to Volkswagen Beatle
challenging guys to romantic guys
letters to e-mails
So You Think You Can Dance to American Idol
Amazing Race to Survivor
Agent Provocateur to Victoria's Secrets
the unknown to the known
what ifs to what nots
something to nothing

to stop writing to continue.

Period.

Come on Baby, LIGHT MY FIRE...

2006-04-23T21:13:00.000+08:00

WOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Burn the Floor was awesomely great! I was tapping my feet and boogied my night away!

Love their costumes, the glitz, the adrenalin rush performance and everything else! As i'm a dance fanatic, i could even imagined that i was one of the perfomers! Always love to dance. Could recall when i was only 4 years old while helping my mum on something, i could drop everything and started to boogie to the beat of 'One Way Ticket' from a neighbour's radio. Could you believe that???

Guess i have this innate ability and passion in dancing.

After that, had dinner @ Siam Kitchen. Had my normal meal of beef balls and fillet noodle with lotsa chilli, tom yum seafd soup and banana fritters with vanilla ice-cream. This is my normal meal whenever i dine at Siam Kitchen. Truthfully, i much prefer Siam Kitchen than Thai Express as the former serves better array of food and the food is more yummy!

2006-04-23T00:41:00.000+08:00

One of my chums' body art cracked me up. Reminded me of a 'mambang mabuk minum brandy'. Hehehehe

After 1 was 3. Should be 2 but i lost count and thus was 3. Mathematics is my forte but it didn't matter as the numbers had nothing to do with it. Units 1,2,3,4 or 5 Rochester Park are my formuli. Was at 1 Rochester Park couple of months ago and just now, i jumped ship and went straight to 3 Rochester Park to dine at Da Paolo. Several pix below were taken at Da Paolo. What i loved most about the restaurant was that it had a welcoming outdoor kitchen near the entrance. The better deal was that there were 5 Italian chefs to whip your ravenous appetite at the outdoor kitchen. You can oggle while they try their best not to let even a drop of sweat trickle down their forehead. The food is as yummylicious as the chefs!

2006-04-20T19:14:00.000+08:00

Stumbled upon a lot of things lately. Things of the past that i have showed to my hub. Some a reminiscent of nearly 2 decades ago while i was still a trippy and uppity happy little thing.

The above pix was a reminiscent of my hang-out kaki. Not all la but one though. The extreme right lad, Jaliboy, as i vividly called him back circa 1993-1996. We used to hang out together at Plaza Singapura during those times. Knew him as he was one of my ex's chum. Recently, while out in town, i noticed his long-forgotten existence at Sanctuary with his acoustic band members.

Speaking of an ex ( the ex in the above story ), stumpled upon his band ( The Mother ) website http://octo9.com/portfolio/themother/ lately. Guess my ex (with the initial B ) dreams finally came true to be a kinda quite known musician. Good for him! A decade ago, you could call me a "gig girl". Knew almost most of the band members from Stomping Ground, Nunsex, Psycho Sonique ( one of the girls whom i'm quite chummy with is a civil servant too now! ), Upright, Disco Biscuit, Drill, etc as i tagged my ex fairly often to gigs! Hehe

The above pix was taken during my graduation ceremony a few years back.

I'm feeling nostalgic now.

2006-04-19T19:53:00.000+08:00

Yeah, at times my mulut can be celupar. Yeah, at times my mulut can be like bontot ayam.

But, i won't budge. I won't keep mum and i won't be oh so quiet as i stand up for what i solely believe in.

My view is my view. But one thing i believe is that whatever view i may want to convey, i NEVER intentionally want to direct it to ANYONE. Never. It's just my general comments on anything that i feel that i want to pass on.

So, stop being overly sensitive. Sensitivity is for adolescents, not adults. Adults take things like a pinch of salt, learn, let go and live. Not bear a grudge on every little thing people said.

I'm not bitching.

I'm just ranting.

Big Time Sensuality

2006-04-18T19:00:00.000+08:00

Sienna

Mary Kate Olsen

Lindsay Lohan

Carine Roitfeld

Kate Moss

Style who?

If you want to know who's stylish, let me name them. People who think they are stylish just cos they are clad in designer labels at every inch of their bodies to my left. To my right, people who are innately stylish with just an apek singlet and boxer shorts and thrown with some accessories but still look stunning to my right. The likes of Elizabeth Hurley, Jennifer Lopez and that mrs who ( alah, the one who always tag her hub to soccer matches with a god damn diva look but haram jadah takde apa-apa ) to my left and Gwen Stefani and any PROFESSIONAL model to my right.

Style is not subjective. It's not like being beautiful. Although i am no fashion pundit, i still need to craft my testimonial of fashion ideology to fit in my monthly column as a fashion editor, ala Carine Roitfeld. Speaking of which, Carine is a fashion guru to fashion slickheads like mamasans to karaoke lounge hostesses. She can create a shemozzle ( in a positive way ) at runway shows just by mere mention of her name ( or even her surname! ).

Who started wearing Alexander McQueen skull scarf and ugg boots that made every lass in Hollywood followed suit? Kate Moss. Who snorted a line of cocaine and dumped by H.Stern and H & M but begged by Roberto Cavalli to model for his label? Kate Moss. Although she has made blunders for being hooked, lined and sinkered to Pete Doherty, she is stilll forgiven. All forgiven. Pete, cocaine, waiflike influenced and all. She is still widely acepted. She is the media and fashion industry darling. And my unsung fashion goddess.

Critics slammed Sienna Miller for being carbon copy of Kate Moss. I slammed critics for slamming her. Double slamming, double whammy. But if the acclaimation is righfully true, then why are Sienna Kooba bags ( apparently this bag is named after this ex Mrs Law and current Mrs Christensen ) are sold millions worldwide? And why the name Sienna Kooba? Not say like Victoria Kooba or Mariah Kooba or whateva Kooba-kebaba they want? This is a fill in the blank question. Correct answers will be given Herni Kooba pouch. Like?

Other than Sienna, Mary Kate Olsen defines the messy boho-chic perfectly without looking like a garbage lady. Tell me, who on earth will still look sane and stylish after donning several layers of look-alike blankets from Salvation Army? Not me, not you and not even my granny who especially like the quilted ones. Having said that, i prefer Mary Kate than Ashley though. Yeah. Mary Kate. Not Ashley, as the blonder sister is too goody-goody. I prefer a little bit more of red.dot.dash. The more eccentric, more unpredictable, more gila, the more i like. And i have a poem,

"Mary had a big Balenciaga bag, a big Balenciaga bag, a big Balenciaga bag. Mary had a big Balenciaga bag, for which she'd want to show. And everywhere that Mary went, Mary went, Mary went, the trend then starts to grow."

Oops, i forgot about Lindsay Lohan. The not so lawa but still oklah but SUPERBLY stylish Ms Lohan is in my list. How could i not as she shares the SAME birthday as me. Not even one day before or one day after! " J'Adore!" i squealed.

Ok, i'm done. You are invited to shoot me if i am wrong.

But don't shoot too hard as i have a guided missile stored beside my Mary Balenciaga bag. It might just ruined my bag in case you miss the shots.

Side

2006-04-17T19:30:00.000+08:00

Something to reflect upon...The Travis theory

Well I believe there's
Someone watching over you
They're watching
Every single thing you say
And when you die
They'll set you down
And take you through
You'll realise one day
That the grass is always
Greener on the other side
The neighbour's got a new car
That you wanna drive
And when time is running out
You wanna stay alive
We all live under the same sky
We all will live, we all will die
There is no wrong,There is no right
The circle only has one side
We all try hard to live
Our lives in harmony
For fear of falling swiftly overboard
But life is both a major and minor key
Just open up the chord
But the grass is always
Greener on the other side
The neighbour's got a new car
That you wanna drive
And when time is running out
You wanna stay alive
We all live under the same sky
We all will live, we all will die
There is no wrong,There is no right
The circle only has one side

Flavour of the week - John Molina & Krueger

2006-04-16T22:19:00.000+08:00

I cannot stop ranting about how great John Molina and Krueger of course! I have been their fan since way back in the 80s. The pix above is a reminiscent of my visit in watching their performance last night. The above pix was taken at China Bar last year. I was such a regular fixture there which made it easy for the band members to notice my existence. Molina noticed me and chatted with me during their breaks. Soon, several small talks followed during my each visit. After the club closed its doors, i was left amissed by the group's sudden disappearance. And how delighted am i when i realised that they have signed a contract with Rouge early this year. Woot!!!

2006-04-16T02:14:00.000+08:00

It's been quite some time since i last watched my 2nd hub John Molina ( oops!Sorry 1st hub! ) performed with his band Krueger at Rouge. So there i was watching the band. Before that, had my indulgence of Sticky Toffee Pudding ( i still prefer the one at Marmalade though ) at Pre-Rouge. Nowadays, I've always prefered watching live bands and chill than dancing to the heart-thumping, ear deafening and feet aching music in clubs. Maybe i'm getting old. Not as energetic as before when i used to dance non-stop for 5-6hrs straight at Zouk! Hehe.

Mirror, mirror on the wall. Can you grant me to be fairer than them all?

2006-04-14T23:02:00.000+08:00

Maggie Q

Jaymee Ong

Miss World 2005 ( Unnur )

Left : Ana Beatriz Barros, Right : Adriana Lima

I prefer brunettes than blondes. I prefer exotic than very the cina and sepet, Hindustani or Arabic look. No, i'm not talking about Ilhan Mansiz or Alessandro Nesta again. It's very hard for me to compliment and tell a woman she is beautiful. Unless, of course she is so to my degree. However, it's not hard for me to say the women on above pix are ravishingly beautiful to me. I would be more than happy and grateful if i could have at least a fraction of their looks! Hehe.

And yes, Jenny Shimizu won't be in my list.

Fatty bom bom!

2006-04-14T21:27:00.000+08:00

I have grown to a size of Texas! The dreaded word - I AM FAT! Look at my arms. Look, look, look! My dinner of a whole chunk of 2 strips of fish n chips at Cafe Les Amis made me overly bloated. Although i have reminded myself time and time again that i'm never a fried/western food kinda person, i'm left with not much choices at that eatery. See, how fast a fast food ( no wonder it's called fast food. it obviously helps your bod grows to an undisgrace proportion. ok, it's corny.well, nevermind this bollock) "helps" to alleviate my boobies, arms, thighs, hips,ankles and ears even!

Standing at a meagre 1.66m with 50kg added to the frame, am i fat?

Tell it to my face. Poker face or not.

Or it's just me. In line with Allegra Versace and Mary Kate Olsen for that astounding fact of turning into anorexic fools.

2006-04-14T14:11:00.000+08:00

A superficial wallow, buoyant and fluid movies just won't do for me. As much as hearsay quotes that movies with a speed limit of 20km/hr is traduced in such a boring nonpareil judgement, i would still say that it is my cup of tea or rather my bag of popcorns. The more lengthy, more words than action and more sappy/gore scenes are made available, the more delighted am i. Of course, the movie must be superbly crafted and the dialogues are penned by one of the honorary members that has won Best Screenplay award in the Oscars, say like Ben Affleck and Matt Damon combo before they are famous as actors in their own right. Just say, i like movies with essence.

To make a long story short, i won't make any false acclaimation and swear with the blood in my vial ( as if! ),i can watch these flicks repeatedly till Dan Brown has published his next soon-to-be bestseller, The Solomon Key.

And MY Oscar goes to:

-Legends of the Fall
-Life is Beautiful
-Finding Neverland
-Pulp Fiction
-City of God
-Big Fish
-Kill Bill Vol 1 only
-Crash

In the meantime, keep the reels rolling, kacang putih falling and Coke flowing.

2006-04-13T23:53:00.000+08:00

Jessica Simpson slained my wardrobe malfunction.

Skin just need to tweak it.

And i have to burn the holes in my pocket.

Yeah, Jessica and Skin. The twain do meet. To prevail and restart my whole idea of what being trendy means.

'Twas good but 'twas exhaustive. You see, as soon as i saw this Made u Look Rocket tee made famous by Jessica, my heart screamed, that was the one. It yearned badly. Thereafter, I frantically ran like a mad cow looking for that tee as i had that same chemistry with it like i had with Ed Hardy tee. As the tough gets going, the money starts flowing at Skin Boutique. Jessica made me 75bucks poorer! I went home with an Eskimo not a rocket though ( tee that is )!

No referee kayu, jalan kayu have

2006-04-12T22:20:00.000+08:00

After a period of doldrums from my ESPN channel, the whistles and hat-tricks will return in full force. Although Wayne Rooney pernickety dabble, Nistelrooy prolific goals or Van Basten’s sometime loopholes and saves made me sat on the edge of my seat during European Leagues, World Cup is still the keyword. Nevermind if it is a sport that my mum/ next door nyonya/gurly gerl still thought as strange for 11 players to chase after a ball. For me, it is better than S** ( Quoted by some bengs, mats and mohs )!

The team Germany has always been my first love. Klinsmann, Mattheus, Brehme, Kahn and the gang made me glued to my seat for every World Cup Tournament starting dated well back since 1986. Nevermind if the Germans play boring football, like they say but there are no airs about them. They never came across as look-at-me-i-am-so-great and I-have-all-the-star-players look but they are ever so humble. Who would have thought that they could even make it to the quarter finals in the last World Cup? Who would have thought that they just have to depend for Ballack for the winning entry? In the finals, whom did the Brazilians fought against with? Try ask your brothers/colleagues/cabbies/apeks at coffeshops who waited for the finale for the answer.

“Ahhh…girls just watch soccer just cos Beckham is playing tonight,”HE quipped.

What? Girls? Beckham? I beg to differ as I AM NEVER a fan of Beckham. He plays suck balls. All the glamour and endorsements. An empty vessel, he is ( hate that Posh. it's her mengada-ngada and nak glamer and all things expensive je influenced him ). How about people like Saha, Rooney, Ronaldhino? No Police eyewear endorsements. No harum scarum, drama papa or whatsover and POOF!, GOAL!!!!!

Nonetheless, it is a lie to say that I watch soccer as I purely and completely like the game although I know the ins and outs of the game. But if you really insist that a girl should have some crushes on some hotties when watching soccer matches, I would say there really isn’t. But, if you really, really, really, really insist me to choose, ( think for 9 minutes )………

Ok lah these 2. Only these 2. Can?

Ilhan Mansiz - Turks footballer ( yeah, smack lips. we are smacking ours too! )

Alessandro Nesta - Italian footballer ( yeah, what's new? Italians always hot to girls rite?)

So, come end May/early June, i will be glued to a telly. Should i go Simpang Bedok, Chijmes, any coffeeshop or just stay in my room to watch? Maybe i can alternate.

Forewarn note: I don't watch soccer matches cus of these hotties. And i have already tabulated and predicted teams that will go to the final. Germany vs Brazil. We shall see.

2006-04-12T19:10:00.000+08:00

Finally connected!

Double yay!!!!!

After a tetchy week of test-runs made, my Thinkpad is less bitchy to its owner now. I have a slate of back-dated news.

Saturday was spent at Omni Theatre to watch Greece: The Secrets of the Past. Before the real thang of my trip to Santorini during year end, I have to scoop some details of its past beforehand! Then, scrambled my way through SUBA for light-hearted snacks and drinks.

Sunday was a day spent under the hot sun for me again! Went to National Stadium to catch the ever popular Standard Chartered Sevens Rugby Tournament. Surprise, surprise as New Zealand All Blacks lost this year!

Omni Theatre

SUBA

Standard Chartered SEVENS Rugby Tournament

Pix above : New Zealand All Blacks

Warming up session for the South African team

Out of my zonal league

2006-04-11T11:24:00.000+08:00

Still here.

But, a little zoned out.

Will be back.

2006-04-02T17:01:00.000+08:00

Did my normal grind of work while others casually had their brunch at cafes and such on Sundays. Yes, i have to work on weekends sans colleagues around. Unlike others, i have to bring work home. And that's life if you are a civil servant working for the government. And i have mastered the art of juggling. I have few balls on palms, ready to throw it offbalance or not. I could colour code the balls even. Red for administrative stuff, blue for family, green for my indulgence, yellow for my part as an aerobics instructor, black for my part as rugby trainer, turquoise for my part as a counsellor, brown as my part for dance instructor and a few other balls that i need that i have not pre-ordered. Oh well, maybe i juggle these few first. I won't want to appear as a mighty comparison and win against Bonzo at the Moscow Circus!

Nonetheless, this is not my whiny post. You have not finished reading the end bits, mind you! And i shalt not bank on some truce to mild the "Opposition Party"!

Whatever the odds, i WILL NEVER trade any other job ( travel host and business are exceptions ), for what i am doing now although my workload is up to the tip of my hair.

Why? As i have reasons for being so. My job has purpose and meaning and at the end of the day, i know that i have done something for the community and it is the biggest reward anyone could feel accomplished. And i knew that i am doing it not for the moolah, glam, status or for other people's benefits. I am doing this for future generation's sake and not only just itchily waiting to buy that Chanel cosmetics or Jimmy Choo's shoes at the end of the month. And which organisation would give you the oportunity to excel in multi-tasking and be multi-talented???!!!

And if you have a memory of an imbecile adult, i would gladly quote this again,

“So many people walk around with a meaningless life. They seem half-asleep, even when they’re busy doing things they think are important. This is because they’re chasing the wrong things. The way you get meaning into your life is to devote yourself to loving others, devote yourself to your community around you, and devote yourself to creating something that gives you purpose and meaning.’

Get ready for your earmuffs as this banshee will holler,

I FCUKING LOVE MY JOB!!!!

2006-04-02T00:22:00.000+08:00

Was at Sentosa for a lil getaway. By evening, went to Il Lido to chill and watched the beautiful sunset. Reservations are certainly recommended and if you'd like to reserve a table at the ever popular verandah, a week reservation is absolutely necessary. Love the beautiful landscape surrounding the area.

The Golf Club

From my table's view to watch the sunset

P/S : Can't wait to catch Milla Jovovich's flick, Ultraviolet, tomorrow. I adore her as she's so cool, stylo to the max and her unique looks!

2006-03-31T23:42:00.000+08:00

The song Lady by Kenny Rogers ballyhooing midair from my Thinkpad. While humming to the melodic tune, my kepala otak teringatkan quarter chicken ( it's no surprise as i'm a foodie. always think about food. hehe) from Kenny Rogers Roasters at Marine Cove. So there i was, went all the way to Marine Cove to get my craving.

NO, IT'S NOT A MOP

Neither it's Cousin Itt. My hair and me, that is. My fringe is sickeningly long and my hair is like Indo-Mie. No time for treatment, rebonding ( i know it's passe but heck as i know that style looks best on me ), extensions or even a trim! That's the reason why my hair is always partly covered with headband ( practicality and hot, current trend sake )!

But no matter what, i'm all smiles!

On another note, my fickle minded and fussy to the core persona reach its highest stake. I have another destination on mind ( so far it's 3 ) for my wedding anniversary. Guess what? It's Cambodia! ( What??!!! That war-zone country to spend with her hon? ) Yes, i am crazy as i am different. My god-damn eccentricity makes my hub agitated sometimes. Why Cambodia? Firstly, i don't want to do the norm of what a "supposedly perfect and romantic" destination couples should go for their anniversary. Secondly, i'm always fascinated to go to Angkor Wat ( my dream is to visit all the wonders of the world ). Thirdly, i want to understand the culture of the poor living conditions of Cambodians and mingle with them. Not that i want to pull off another Angie Jolie act and sign papers for adoption for another Maddox look-alike but i want to have an inner peace. For me, I can only achieve that inner peace and my gratitude living in Singapore by realising the difficult life other waifs and strays have to go through.

These things keep me grounded...

2006-03-30T20:30:00.000+08:00

I have to do another entry today. NOW. THIS VERY MOMENT. NOT TOMORROW & NOT EVEN 2 MINS LATER!

WHY?

As my fav, Katharine McPhee of American Idol 5 is in the bottom 2!

HOW COULD YOU AMERICA????!!!!!

I am so emo by the utter tone-deafed Americans.

Rewind, rewind, rewind, rewind & rewind that tape America!

Complete BULLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

2006-03-30T18:59:00.000+08:00

Singapore Fashion Festival 2006

You know what? I was so in awe with Ashley Isham ( not awe as in oh gawd he's so cuttteeee but rather his character as a person ), i went all the way to Tent, Ngee Ann City last Sunday to support him although his show is by invitation only ( you would get the entry passes and hobnob with him and his entourage if your surname is Ismail or you are one of the brand guests or media people ). So there i was, standing outside the Tent with a giant screen as my only saviour to catch the whole thingee. Next up during the coming weekends will be Diane Von Furstenberg & Missoni shows! If only...

I'm turning into kopi susu!

From teh susu to kopi susu! The story of a girl who has never sunbake throughout her life as she knows that she will get her weekly instant tan!

I was flabbergasted to see the above pix. I never intend to do a double post of my pix but i have to after noticing the major change of the colour of my skin. The upper arm is teh susu but lower part is kopi susu. "Hei mamak, i didn't order that high-lactose contents of mix beverages ok!" Help! I'm turning into a chameleon! All due to my touch rugby training under the scorching sun once a week! I don't need a bikini and travel to St Tropez to get that golden tan ( for my case, not golden but coklat karat ) and voila, keluar kek lapis coklat!

2006-03-26T01:35:00.000+08:00

Was at The Turquoise Room for some fine dining. Decor had a Santorini-ish decadent touch. The decor was rather contradicting from what the name of the restaurant suggests. I see plenty of white walls and sofas around with a splash of turquoise paintings on a wall.

More white towards the end of the night when i stepped in Daybed Bar. Very clinical but the decor( especially the bed-chair ) very Supperclub. Copied direct from Amsterdam.

Burn it, baby!

Burn the Floor is the ultimate dance spectacular featuring world championships dancers from 15 different countries. This show is a majestic celebration of western dances including ballroom, latin, ballet, salsa, jazz, urban street dance, techno, breakdance, lindy hop, cha cha, jive and many more.It is the coolest, hippest, hottest, sexiest and the grandest theatrical sensation on the world stage.

Here are some of the great reviews about the show:

-“BEST SHOW EVER” London Review

-“The World’s Grandest Dance Extravaganza” Weekender

-“Burn the Floor so blockblasting that Michael Flatley of Riverdance will retire” The Independent

-“The World’s -Hottest Dance Sensation” OK magazine.

Gonna cha-cha my way through Suntec on the 23rd Apr. See you there! ( I'm a dance fanatic! )

2006-03-23T21:12:00.000+08:00

I need to fine tune my bags galore. I am more desperate than the ladies in Wisteria Lane ( solely for bags, mind you! ).

YSL Oversized White Muse bag

Collection Spring Summer 2006 Balenciaga bag. To check out THAT bag ( note : Item code is 145696 ), click http://www.balenciaga.com/coll_ss2006/bags.html

Can anyone tell me if there is any ailment for this bag-syndrome? It seems to be more contagious than avian flu.

For faster aide, guess I have to add this mantra before i sip on my coffee,

"Thou shalt not add to my another fat collection of overly expensive but just-have-to-get-it bag".

3 times a day.

Maybe two dosages per taking might be suffice. Macam minum air penawar.

Sometimes love just ain't enough

2006-03-23T19:00:00.000+08:00

I am marooned from some melee.

This outer surface Rock of Gibraltar has demised to a complete shamble. IT HURTS. A LOT. Forasmuch as people claimed that I am a cool, cool lady and hardly shows signs of emotions, for now, I can’t be that. I simply can’t anymore. My dreams and hopes are dwindled as i couldn't believe IT's happening again. What should i do? Leave and be morose or stay, act to be contented but remotely shattered inside? To me, the latter sounds like a mortal sin. Or i should just drown in a quicksand and disappear. Still, don't think you'd care or even notice.

It's not even a year, baby.

I am in a lose-lose situation.

I will be in my comfort zone and be sullen. At least for a moment as this phoenix will rise again in days to come.

For now, i will shed some tears and show some emotions and weaknesses contrary to people's beliefs of my cool, stubborn, bossy, domineering and i-am-forever-the-best persona. And based on my empirical beliefs, i have this take:

If you hold back on the emotions -- if you don’t allow yourself to go all the way through them -- you can never get to being detached, you’re too busy being afraid. You’re afraid of the pain, you’re afraid of the grief. You’re afraid of the vulnerability that loving entails. But by throwing yourself into these emotions, by allowing yourself to dive in, all the way, over your head even, you experience them fully and completely. You know what pain is. You know what love is. You know what grief is. And only then can you say, ‘All right. I have experienced that emotion. I recognize that emotion. Now I need to detach from that emotion for a moment."

And this is the reason i am not holding anything anymore.

At least for now.

2006-03-20T17:53:00.000+08:00

A night out at Le Baroque, Chijmes. The decor was splendid with black chandeliers hanging atop the ceilings and the Baroque paintings on walls make you feel like you have just stepped in one of the Roman courts, anterooms and palaces in circa 16th century.

Last Friday, nearly wanted to go to Zouk to catch James Lavelle in action. He was one of the people behind Surrender boutique. He also did some spins during the boutique's opening. Heard that the owners spent a cool $200k for some renovation work recently! Alas, didn't go cuz seriously, i was pretty bored with Zouk. The crowd is not that enticing as compared to those dated well in the early 90s ( late 1993 to be precise ) when i was a regular there. I paid my twice a weekly ( Wednesday for Mambo Jambo and Saturday for trip hop, break beats, jungle and such ) homage from late 1993 to 1999 without fail. Tell me, am i not that freaking bored of the club, yes?! ( And its first closure was partly due to my ex and my posse brawls in the club! ) To top it off, i was even offered to work as a VJ in its MTV Bar.

So nowadays, i will be on a running for new chill out zones/clubs which stood my fancy!

And, without fail!

2006-03-18T01:42:00.000+08:00

Mercy Relief (MR) was established in May 2001, in response to the human tragedies befalling mankind as a result of natural and man-made disasters. MR aims to promote a civil life of compassion, care and volunteerism amongst Man. MR strives to extend humanitarian services to all regardless of country, culture or creed.

I ask myself, ”When I look in the mirror, what do I see?” A muse, a nymph, a woman or just a human? I see myself as having one skin colour as the rest. Not white, black or yellow. We don’t believe we are as much alike as we are. Whites and blacks, Catholics and Protestants, men and women. If we saw each other as more alike, we might be very eager to join in one big human family in this world, and to care about that family the way we care about our own.

So why not? Women, looks are not everything in this world. Even if your husband/boyfriends leave you for a ravishingly beautiful Ms Puerto Rico tomorrow, you could still walk and hold your head up high as you know that your dignity, values and sense of purpose in life is still in tact. Tightly.

Join now as a volunteer. Don’t hesitate. 1 min of your hesitation cause a life.

I have made that oath.

You?

Click this to join,
http: http://www.mercyrelief.org/

Life and something like that

2006-03-17T19:51:00.000+08:00

I have to make some confessions.

It won’t be a jiffy one so pardon my perennial excruciating time that makes me appear to be a psyco-nympho.

I am synonymous to a woman in a desert with broken illusions of an oasis. I see a mirage. Blurry. Trying to find hope of a glistening surface to eleviate my wants at a withering heights. Alas, I have no opportunity. Succumbed to everything which stood in front of me. Destiny I say. Yes, I am destined to live a life that I have no desire to be in. I am like in a leading role in the Stepford Wives. Need to be preened to perfection. Creativity, uniqueness and my NAFA diploma will be thrown out to the Twilight Zone. I like the Arts. But can I get that tinge of DaVinci whilst I’m still stuck with 9-5hours job with suit-clad workers here? And can I lay food on the table for my family if my life has to be spent in front of an easel? I see 82% of the population here are living a robotic lifestyle ( and need to work for work sake ). Sad to say, our life is destined to wake up for work, be with family, work, be with family, work, be with family till the sun sets west. Just yesterday, I didn’t even realize my sunflower has withered. When did it bloomed?

We are the masters and slaves to our destiny. Whichever path we chose, we are still rolled to be slaves as time-machines and our bosses are calling. And my Supervisor gave me that dekko! Yoohoo!!!

Just this morning, had brekkie with an ex-classmate. 5 years it takes us to have another meal together and 50mins for us to afford the time. Damn those time machines again! Tittered my way back home. No, not due to the HASH(browns), but how inane of me not to be aware that the unwavering effects are due to my unexpectations of my limited time. I beg to differ and it deems to be de jure by claiming that I have grown up (mature to be exact). My aimless “lepaking” with the Forum skinheads and punksters, Plaza & Lido kidz during early 90s are things of the past. I have to admit I don’t have much time as before.

“ I wish I could turn back the clock” by Johnny Hates Jazz starts to idle in my mind.

Sometimes, you get lonely when work fell in abundance and loved ones can’t be there as and when you need them to be. Superfluous things wrapped our lives and identities. Yes, i smell the monkies!

But, quoted by Mitch Albom (my fav author) from one of his bestsellers, Tuesdays With Morrie,

“’So many people walk around with a meaningless life. They seem half-asleep, even when they’re busy doing things they think are important. This is because they’re chasing the wrong things. The way you get meaning into your life is to devote yourself to loving others, devote yourself to your community around you, and devote yourself to creating something that gives you purpose and meaning.’”

AND

“’If you’re always battling against getting older, you’re always going to be unhappy, because it will happen anyhow.’'

...i beg to differ, again.

Repeat quotes mode till my hair is grey.

Electrolab feat Erlend Øye for Mosaic Music Festival

2006-03-16T18:04:00.000+08:00

Tot i couldn't make it. Reached Tanah Merah Ferry Terminal from Bintan at 1850 hrs yesterday. Then, rushed home to unpack my stuff, had dinner, shower and got dresed. By then, it was 2115hrs and the gig will start at 2130 hrs and i've not even gotten my tix yet! Once there, luckily i still managed to get the tix and thankfully i forgot that DJ Sonny from Zouk did the first spin for the event. While waiting for Erlend's ( one of the duos from Kings of Convenience ) set, went up to Roof Terrace to chill. By 2320hrs, his set started. Alas, had to leave early cuz was too shagged!

Above 2 pix-at Roof Terrace with Mosaic coasters on hands and in mouth ( hehe )

HIM!!!