Merry Christmas...

Merry Christmas...
Originally uploaded by daftbitch.

Merry Christmas everyone...

Christmas Dinner with the girls...

Christmas is time to share with your family and friends. Provisions has to be made this year, as not everyone in the group can celebrate Christmas together. It's exactly a year ago, that a few of us were at Balaclava to celebrate Christmas. As usual, Pris has to be at church. This year, we're a couple short again. Meihwan will be on her Asia / Thai / Whatever tour on Friday till next year. She's going to be in Bangkok, Chiangmai, Ko Samui, Phuket... and April will be in some part of Malaysia for the Christmas weekend. That leaves Jeanie, Clara and me.

What am i going to do for Christmas? I need to catch up on sleep first for these few days, before the partying starts on Friday. Kimbo and the crazy boys are going to be at Esmirada for Christmas Eve, think they're bent to drink till they tear the roof apart. So there goes the plan of drinking. Christmas day... i have a wedding dinner ... :( by the time i get done with dinner, it will be too late. Like Kim said : we'll be smashing drunk la, you come and kio lup sup. Heck... like my last post mentioned : nothing ever planned falls into place. So heck...

The girls all met up today at La Cantina @ Changi Village Hotel for some italian food. The minute we met, we were asking each other why we can't have other food. Jeanie suggested no signboard. But since Christmas is such an ang moh event, according to Meihwan and April, we should have ang moh kind of food, like Italian or American. So there were a couple of suggestions among the rest that includes Outback Steakhouse. Man, why didn't they choose steakhouse? I don't eat a lot of Italian food. Ahhh heck... it's all been done. Dinner time was fun, talking about our random love lives, the regular group tabloids and the plans for 2006 : who is going to dive, who is going to shop, who is going to learn different things in life. Yes, we're a bit mad to be discussing group plans for 2006. But we hardly meet up. So plans include Redang, Bali & Bangkok.... i have this feeling we're so not going to do it.

So at a corner, we spy Clara smiling at her phone again. Dammit. Again leh. How could she? Hahahaha, so we took a picture as evidence.

Merry Christmas Girls...
ohhh, and let's remember to pray for Meihwan.

monday : running night

the bulge in my tummy is scary. blame it on the beer ! blame it on Kimbo for teaching me beer appreciation or his version of paying tuition fees ! blame it on feasting for the holidays ! blame it on the wonderful amount of food Singapore has ! Sidenote : food is something i will miss terribly when i go back to US. I have to find a solution to fight that bulge, or at least to tone it up. i am not fat, i am not skinny, i just have a beer tummy in the making.

So what do i do? I run. I put my Nike pegasus circa 2005 to good use. Yes, i did. It still looks new, cos i run along the roads. I ran & walk for almost 45 minutes, much longer than i did last week. It's frickin amazing. I am amazed, except for some pulling of thigh muscle. i felt alright during the run, still being able to sing along to the songs on my ipod shuffle : pussycat dolls, madonna, prodigy, 周杰倫, fort minor.

After my run, i feel totally zonked out, drained my last bit of energy from the final sprint back home. I just needed somewhere to rest my ass. I plonked down in front of telly, and basically chilled out. Mom got home, and brought along pandan cakes, egg tarts & cookies. How could i resist, especially after a shower? I guess, there goes my plans to be slim, and lose that bulge.

Au natural me with the "au natural pandan cake" (cake include preservatives + colorings)

don't ever plan anything?

My mind kept flashing " roll on the friday red carpet..."
I so wanted to take an early rest on friday, but of course, i want to finish some work errands. I need funds for the stuff i want. Of course, i always get sabotaged whenever i planned something evil. My deed of evil today was to finish off some lunch meeting, go off to the Mango sale to check out some items, go finish other work errands, and call it a day, and go for a run, grab some dinner, and head out. Other things took precedence. I had to detour after my lunch meeting, to grab some medication, and to head off to rest, as i was breaking out in cold sweat, and drifting in & out of sleep.

I did managed to finish some work, and of course, went to the mango sale, grabbed some dinner along the way. Since it was still too early, i decided to head down to the dc5 meetup. met the usual suspects, talked to the usual suspects ... and got fooled into thinking i got a parking ticket. dammit... damn the guys.

Plans were made to go check out Ministry of Sound. Yes it's opened in Singapore. Finally, after so many years of hoooohhhaaaaa, false hopes... and reports. I didn't manage to get in... since the q is like freaking long, and it's somewhat impossible not to q. So my friends and i decided to adjourn off back to zouk. Which is also surprisingly packed. I mean, come on, Ministry of Sound opened today, half of Singapore is there.

nothing ever meant to be a slow night would end early. it'll always take till wee hours. nothing in plans ever turn out the way you want it to be. just go with the flow. I had supper, and dropped a couple of the boys off, and the next i know... the clock reads frigging 5.30am... bloody saturday morning.

i finally ran...

Marking the demise of my old nikes. Bye to my blue nikes.
I realized that all my nikes are wearing out, soles falling apart, the shoes have started laughing at me; my adidas are all street shoes, for style purposes; i'm left with no choice.
I went out and got myself a new pair of running shoes.
I searched everywhere.... walking through numerous stores.
I finally decided on a pair of shoes, a pair of Nike Air Pegasus Circa 2005 in Purple & Pink.
Retro? You bet. I had recommendations to buy Asics & Adidas 'Zero RC' series or New Balances and tried all of them. But nothing beats the fit of Nike Air Pegasus for my weird feet.

I ran finally on Wed. For a couple of blocks in my lil' neighborhood.
It may not be a long distance. I can't recall when i last ran. I think it was during Purdue days.
Treetop walk in Nov doesn't count, as it's brisk walking.
I really ran this time and can't help but feel a sense of achievement.

The aftermath (Thurs):
my butt ache, my arms ache, my thighs ache, my body ache.
What to do. A sign of the times perhaps. I'm definitely not fit.
Gonna run again tomorrow.... what a bummer... especially on a friday evening... *wails & whines*...

handwriting analysis : am i really what it analyze?

What does your handwriting say about YOU?

The results of your analysis say:

You plan ahead, and are interested in beauty, design, outward appearance, and symmetry.
You are a social person who likes to talk and meet others.
You are affectionate, passionate, expressive, and future-oriented.
You are a talkative person, maybe even a busybody!
You are self-confident and like to bring attention to yourself.

Am i really what the analysis says i am? Hmmm... hahahaha, busybody... yea maybe. Self confident ... yea maybe... and bring attention to myself... i am an attention whore? Not so much like the famous bloggers, i guess. Sheesh... how true is this? Hmmm..

Purdue...

Five years on... we're still the same. It's been 5 years since graduation. I've been back for close to 5 years. It's amazing how when we get together, we're still jesting. Looks like we're still very much the same. Despite it being a blue Monday, we decided to get together for drinks and to catch up.
Ming came down from JB, he's renewing his work permit to return back to Texas. Sanford made a trip to just chill in Singapore, feasting, and stuffing himself in time for the cold Chicago Christmas. Gavin's been in Singapore, and planning to return back to US for his MBA. Mike's been in Singapore, and his other half Mae moved here to Singapore to be with him. It's amazing how we seldom hang out or kept in touch through these years, but my friends haven't really changed much.

Gavin's still FOS, Sanford's still feasting away, Ming is still Ming, subtle & mellow. Mike grew skinnier, but still the same. The guys were part of my life back in US. As we sat there drinking away, and forcing drinks down each other's throat, and the usual norm of sparing me cos i am the 妹妹 of the group, we started recounting our good ol' days.

How we have the Everclear drink as our initiation process. and the bacardi 151.
How we have a resident prostitute.
How Ming broke his hand, and getting it recast.
How Gavin drank so much, that he puked so much.
How i flipped at some stranger, making the guy nearly whacking me, but having Hercules step in and punching the guy first.
How Sanford first met me, and my first words to him was "tiew lei".
How i cried during my graduation, and Sanford said my tears are on cue.
How Ming is never there with us, How Gavin is never with us.
How Sanford, Dennis, Mingyi and me got crazy and drove to Toronto, got fooled by Jana that we can get to Toronto from Chicago... and then having to make the detour again. Duh, blame the engineers, so much so for graduating from the Top 10 Engineering Schools in US.
How Dennis dared Hercules to carry him, and Hercules crashed Dennis' head repeatedly on the ceiling.
How i learnt to drive, with me on the clutch, and Dennis shifting gears.
How Mike has to help me parallel park, cos i got pissed off with parking, and he was laughing.
How Pin got drunk, and Dennis and Sanford had to wash him up and put him into bed.
How William built an igloo, cause they got bored at Franklin Park.
How we have a big ass eating feast at Pin's apartment.
How the guys had to finish their homework in a hurry, so we could get to cactus on Thursdays for beer & drinking.
How the beer at cactus is only 1 cent on Thursday.
How we drove down to House of Blues for BT, and eating at Chinatown at 4am in the morning.
How we would always drink so much, and then drive to the town's Denny's restaurant for buffalo wings (sauce on the side, pls...!!!) at 4am, and going home about 6am.
How we would say to each other at Hawkin's lobby at 6am not to call each other till 6pm.
How Kishore slept through fire drill, despite the alarm being right outside his door.
How we stood there in the cold, looking at the fire drill.
How the boys woke me up at 4am to go weeeweeeee, and how i combed the entire 13 floors of Hawkins to hunt them down to kick their butt.
How we still call each other to check on each other now & then.

It's comforting to know despite everything around us has changed, some getting married, some have kids, we're still going to have the crappiest pick-up lines, and drunk stunts.

Can't help but feel nostalgic...

weekend of partying...

It's surprising how fast the weekend creeps up on you. At the blink of an eye, it's the weekend. I'm so glad for it. I was feeling a lil' under the weather, thigh cramps, feet cramp, and that ever-so-persistent urge to sleep. I'm tired. I took friday afternoon off to get my nails done up, and i fell asleep while getting my nails pampered. Yes i know, i am a horrible person to fall asleep ... causing my hand to slip and my nails to get semi-ruined. Hahaha, but who cares, i'm there, so they have to fix it for me.

I went to attend Calvin & Jean's wedding that night. The couple that i always drink with are getting married. Of course there were questions of where they met, followed by hollers of "wine bar" at the background. But the reply was "mdm wong's", yes, that dubious place. Had to rush off to Markino to wish Mr. B happy birthday, right after the wedding. And then rush to join my girlies at Bar None for Clara's birthday. Last stop was Zouk... where i met my usual posse. I left and got home slightly before 5am, still getting that nagging feeling of how good my bed feels ... I felt like a GRO (GRO : Guest Relations Officer aka mamasan aka xiao jie) , jumping venues the entire night, but what else can i do but to keep my friends appeased? You can't just please one person, you have to make everyone else happy. I should be paid, but i am not. Dratz, don't GRO command a high income?

I always feel saturdays are meant to slack or chill around, preferably in bed, under the covers, in a temperature-controlled (about 10ish celsius; 50ish fahrenheit would be perfect) room. At 1pm, mom decided i had enough sleep and told me to wake up to have my lunch. But it's barely 8 hours since i slept, and it's the weekend. i'm tired. Went down to Foster's for some soothing scones & ice lemon tea. Utterly refreshing. I like to kick back on Saturdays, enjoying some tea and bitched with some mates. Bad hair day, so had to put on a hat, which amused my friends... cos it's completely not Eve, but heck, i have bad crazy hair... so i need to subdue them.

Sanford's in town ... i brought him to chompz for dinner. And then went with him to One Fullerton area to have some coffee, all cos he finished watching that show "yummy king", and told me he wanted to go there. It's gonna be heck of a eating weekend.

I did go to Zoukout... with my boys. Late but better than never. They were emm-supping in my car on the way there, drinking their vodka mix. I'm amused, but driving with care, or risk them shouting that i'm a lousy ass driver, and they can't mix their drinks. I know i have friends that are wild... but they're a happy bunch to be with. By the time we got in, we realized not everyone in the group got in, despite being in Sentosa earlier. We had fun, i didn't drink, cos i had to drive. I am the designated driver. I have to drag some sleepy drunk people home. too much drinks with dubious background is obviously not good news for the boys. It's 7 on Sunday morning, when i reached home. 8am when i got to bed. I'm tired.

My sis is now sitting beside me blabbering about the spirit of Christmas. How we should always exchange gifts. All she got for me is a hello kitty keychain. It's el cheapo loco but it's hella cute. Maybe i'll use it for my office keys / home keys / car keys. Hmmm...

Relationships...

What are relationships? Relationships is a bond formed by one & the other. It can be a friendship or something closer. You could have met through friends, or even friends of friends, or at that same joint while in line waiting for that burger to cure your hunger and craving. You could have shared a passion, in perhaps the nastiest of things like a bug collection or something out of this world like skydiving every single day of your life. You could have been the most uncouth chick in the world; and he's from the most elite families that eat, live and breathe the high life and disciplined and even immaculately groomed. You could have met at that hospital where you bust your knee and when he's visiting his old employee. It could even be a chance meeting. It could be that lil' thing you had for this guy whom you shared the same bus ride with for four years, not knowing his name. It could be by some luck that your paths crossed. It could be anywhere...

Once you found that someone, would you sing something along the lines of PCD's track Stickwitu? An exerpt as follows (lyrics way too long...:P) :-
" I don't want to go another day
So I'm telling you exactly what is on my mind
Seems like everybody is breaking up
Throwing their love away
I know I got a good thing right here
That's why I say (Hey)

Nobody's going to love me better
I'm going to stick with you
Forever
Nobody's going to take me higher
I'm going to stick with you
You know how to appreciate me
I'm going to stick with you
My baby
Nobody ever made me feel this way
I'm going to stick with you

I don't want to go another
So I'm telling you exactly what is on my mind
See the way we ride
In our privated lives
Ain't nobody getting in between
I want you to know that you're the only one for me
And I say"

someday perhaps we'll be able to sing that to someone. till then, we'll just take the bus ride, hoping to catch that boy we met then... and finally getting our guts to ask him for his name & number. Afterall, what have we gotta lose?

Azn Pryde...

Azn Pryde or Asian Pride is a topic that irks Ben a lot, believing that there's no pride in having been born to it. I beg to differ. I choose to make my stand that you should be proud of your roots, where you're from and being totally Asian. Let's backtrack to something i wrote back in June'05 :

So the question again boils to what makes an AzN?

Looks : the hair color (mostly black, now some turned ash like me, or even blonde, brown, whatever), eye color (mostly black, but some turned to blue, green, brown, grey, whatever), skin color (mostly yellowish nude, but some turned tanned or even brown, whatever). Of cos these are jus superficial.

Our food choices : AzN can kick ass in Fear Factor eating cow's balls or pig's intestines. I don't think food choices can qualify as being AzN. I don't eat spare parts. I don't eat a lot of raw food. I love steaks, burgers, rice noodles, etc. Maybe rice noodles can count as being AzN.

I guess it's our parents, heritage and upbringing that qualify us as AzN. Our values are different, tho i beg to differ for some out there. We're just conventional, practical people.

I'm AzN and proud of it. A lil' white washed, but still AzN. I speak mandarin, cantonese and a lil' hokkien, and a lil' SoCal accent to my engrande, but then... i'm not pretentious, i'm just a lil' SoCal chick.

People change the way they look to steer away from their asian looks. Let's look at the infamous girl-blogger Dawn Yang. Did she not look very asian, and she changed to the whole pan-asian look just cause it's more exotic and much more popular on my side of the hemisphere? Is she ashamed of being Asian, and the whole Pan-Asian leaning towards the dutch look more favorable? I'm really sad that the way things are headed. I love being asian, i love looking Azn, whether it's more Japanese or Korean looking. I doubt i would wanna change anything. Perhaps maybe breast augmentation (heh heh), you must agree that Dawn's supposed breasts augmentation did look good. And that thought of flying to Bangkok for breasts augmentation at the cost of S$2k is extremely tempting. But ultimately, i ain't switching my looks. I embrace a lot of things Asian. The only thing i fail to understand is music. I am trying to listen to more Chinese music, i do have a couple of artistes & groups which i support, and i also support some Jap / Korean music. I am brushing up on my knowledge of Korean phrases. I speak Mandarin everyday. I'm Asian.... like it or not... i look Asian... let's just hug and embrace that Asian Pride... i so wanna do a "peace out sign " right now, but i can't find a good picture to best represent it.

I'm Azn and proud of it.
A lil' whitewashed but still Azn and proud of it.

5-10 Lazy Friday Night

I spent most of my Friday lazing around, trying desperately to get out of the cough / cold / sore throat rut that i've been nursing the entire week. The label on my cough mixture reads : May cause drowsiness --- drive carefully. Hmmm, ok, thanks to my doc who always write that to remind me never to drive within 4 hours of consumption of the medication.

At night, i sat around, got bored. It's a freaking Friday night. I'm driven nuts staying home, though i know i really should. & i promised to stay in. I sound really bad, nasal to be more precise. But i feel perfectly fine. Ahhh fuck, throat infection affecting my voicebox. A call came around 11ish, from Kim asking me to head out. Craziness got to my head, i decided to run out pronto, before my lazy bones set me to bed again. Off to esmirada's with Kim & Jermie at about 12ish. The other boys came in shortly after.

When the boys gather, they play their ching-chong games : five-ten in multiple dialects & languages (cantonese, hokkien, cheeena, & engrande). And of course, their usual chee ko pah, a game which i fail to understand. Something changed tonight, we played heart attack. Tell me, are we a bunch of madcaps? Being mid-20s, and playing heart attack in our local drinking hole. This is just weird-ass but still good fun. Of course, some got deliriously high & some drunk. I didn't drink much, due to my strict medication.

When things got boring at about 3am, me along with Kim & Jermie decided to head for zouk, as per usual. It's really weird to justify going to zouk with dice, but of cos, my crazy passengers like to do silly things. Remind me once again why i am friends with them. The usual stuff happened. I bumped into my childhood buddy Wx who reminded me that he met me pre-puberty. *rolls eyes... knn* But i saved his day. Hahaha, he got harrassed by some woman, who is so relentless in getting him. So he intro-ed me as his gf. Wtf? But heck. anything for a good friend. I got tired... and... the next minute i turn to look at my cell phone for the time, it was 4plus am, i gotta go home & sleep.

I got a bunch of incriminating pikchers with me from the night, thanks to the minimal alcohol policy i stuck to.
Boys, who's willing to pay me to shut me up? If i don't get a good offer, you guys are all going to suffer.

Dinner with bim friends...

It's like any other average workday. Except i have fantastic friends who gently remind me i'm really an airhead in disguise under that wonder woman outfit. Hahaha. Cheers to my ah-Ben. He has proven to me that i am not as bim as i seem to be.

Conversation :
B : Eh i am here, Yakun's closing. Where are you girls?
A : We're upstairs la... come
B : err... where? I'm at Far East Square
A : (Stunned) hahaha, we're at Far East Plaza. You take your time to come, Eve's got a long way more to go.
*puts down phone... starts laughing hysterically*

I have bim friends. But they're there to remind me of my existence and why bim people are important to the world, especially my lil' world. And no matter how bad my hairstyle comes out to be, it's still acceptable. I decided to live with my hair. I made changes, i look ah lian. But i can't go on anymore with the changes. So i decided to let it be. ahhhh fuggg... there's nothing i can do about it right now anyways.

I went with PrincessPriority & Ah-Ben for dinner @ Cha Cha Cha @ Holland Village. Man, the dinner is great. It's just so nice to be sitting down and chatting with Ah-Ben, kinda reminds me and princess how much we miss him, and hanging out together. We may not know each other for a long time, but it's fantastic listening to his wacky comeback lines, and looking at him go "knn" whenever i throw a low-blow at him. Hahaha. I had to do it. If i don't, i'm no longer the original Daftbitch.

We had great fantastic yummylicious ice cream aka the Inspiration @ Haagen. Penne Cotta? something along those lines. Yea whatever. It's huge, yes humongous kinda huge. It's not just the ice cream cone with the shortcake plus strawberry sauce. It has other 3 flavors on a cup. My gawd, this is serious overkill.



We love you... Ah-Ben.
And i love my hair too ... yes i am living in denial, but who cares? I give up.

the new me...

I decided to do something about my hair and strolled into the hair salon.
I snipped my hair off, and went for something more sophiscated, i would say.
A bit more spunky, with a lil' more attitude.
What do you think?
Leave your comments...

friday night... & the weekend...

This is my idiotic best buddy, Kimbo. Sometimes i sit & wonder why i am so chummy with him. He's been there for me, as always. He always make everything sound so right, when i know deep down in my heart it's actually so wrong, but it's reassuring me to go ahead and carpe diem. We're only young once, so why wait? So on this really wonderful friday night, we decided to go for drinks. I haven't seen him in a month. And we desperately need to meetup. He wanted to celebrate the end of his exams. What did i wanted to celebrate? I really don't know. But heck? Do we really need a reason to party & drink? It's holiday season, so let's just go off. So off we went to Balcony ... located at Heeren. What do you get when you hang out with a bunch of boys? I was the only girl within the group drinking. And i can only expect the worst. Serious amount of mayhem. I have pictures to prove. Yes, it's ridiculous, but still all so funny. This is not the worst ever. It's not the full force, probably rated a 5 out of a 10 on damage skill. Guys spill rubbish when they drink. Like how they pee in the jacuzzi and then asking the last guy to get into the water with all their pee in the jacuzzi. Yep, this is a bunch of guys for you, who's been drinking the entire night, and prolly start happy hour by 5pm. At Balcony, I had this pretty cool concoction called Around the World, it's 6 different alcohol plus pineapple juice. Yummy, it kicks you when you least know it. Yea, well, i would know what the kick is, since i downed two of those.

From Balcony, Kimbo, Jerm & I made our way to Zouk. It's like a standard protocol, we have to go to Zouk. Angie was there, so is Dave. I was giggly and flushed. But still remember stuff. I recall bumping into a few friends of mine from the car club. And they were really shocked to see me. At least i recall who i met that night. It's always a good sign. Heh heh... i got home real late. or should i even say early.

I had to be awake by 10am to meet Adrian & Samuel at the workshops. Yawnz, i was so bloody tired plus a lil' hungover. Managed to get my ride fixed. I went home, and then packed some stuff and headed to Malacca. The route there was so magnificent. It's so beautiful. And absolutely gorgeous. And plus the weather is not hot. It's very It was awesome eating at my fave restaurant there, and snagging some shoes. I was so tired through the day... so i knocked out the minute i got home. No surprise there...

Sundays are normally spent snoozing, but ... since Godpa flew into town today, the entire family spent some time with him. It's really nice hanging out together with Godpa and my family. Stuff like these doesn't happen a lot. So cherish the moments while it last...

Happy Birthday to My Best Girlie...

To my best girlie,

It's a bit wee late, i know. But it can't be helped, since we both jet off together to celebrate and go absolutely wild. And i just wanna wish you a very Happy Birthday. And it was so nice to be together and just chilling like two idiots, and going all out crazy. And flying Business Class together. It's so nice & plush there... unlike zoo class. But heck, anywhere with you is awesome. So i just wanna send out my Thanks. Thanks for being there for me, thanks for being my listening ear, thanks for telling me that it's so right... when something's really so wrong. Thanks for just being you. I've been naughty enough never to listen to your advices. But heck, i don't listen to anyone. I love being me. Hahahaha, just like you love being you, and you hardly taking any of my advices.

Please keep smiling... and spread the sunshine... and ooohhhh, the love ...

hahahaha, once again, Happy Birthday. Happy 1/4 Century Old. Happy Birthday!




Oh i fail to mention ... the new man in your life, your new boyfriend Chicken Little is so fineeeeee...
Absolutely cutest boy on the planet. I can't help but gush about him too.



Cheers & Love,
the very naughty notorious crazy daftbitch.

My lil 珊瑚海

I just posted the lyrics to 珊瑚海 by Jay Chou. And i spent the entire weekend watching this video umpteen times while out holidaying with my fave chick. The song is so lovely, so touching and just struck a chord with me. It tells of how a chick fell in love with a dude who's unromantic in so many ways, and they're so different. The girl started dating another guy, who's totally opposite, and really capture her heart. But the dude does this super sweet thing at the end, making the girl just cry.

I sometimes wonder whether fate played a cruel joke on us all, when it comes to matters of the heart. I really hate the feeling of being stuck in something, with questions unanswered. It's that kinda questions that leave you thinking "what if?" I was told that sometimes questions are best left unanswered. Is there always a grey area to everything? Can't everything be just black & white? Is there ever such a thing known as not trying? Can a person just hate going through the process? Courage is never found, when in time of need / required. Must everything be a silly mindgame? To pit one against another? To see who hits the point of jealousy or outrage? I guess a girl can just be wishing hoping and waiting and praying...

珊瑚海 by Jay

珊瑚海
Coral Sea
Jay Chou feat. Lara

海平面远方开始掩埋 悲伤要怎么平静纯白
The sea from far began to cover the surface , How could my sadness be calmed down

我的脸上始终夹带 淹没浅浅的无奈
I remained straight-faced, trying to cover a hint of resignation

你用唇语说你要离开
You said that you wanted to leave

情不在
Love is absent

他难过无声的留下来 汹涌潮水
He remained silent with a tinge of sadness. The raging waves

一定明白 不是浪而是泪海
(We) will understand that it is not the waves but a sea full of tears

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转身离开 认真说不出来
Turn around and leave, I can’t speak out sincerely
你有话说不出来
You have something to say but you can’t speak

海鸟跟鱼相爱 只是一场意外
The love between a sea-bird and a fish, is only an accidental occurence

我们的爱 争议一直存在
Our love, has always been a controversial matter
给你的爱 爭議一直存在 回不來
Our love has always existed, we can’t go back

永久真爱 竟累积成伤害
A love forever true, ends up accumulating pain
等待经历几次伤害
How many times has waiting lead to pain?

轉身離開 分手說不出來
You have something to say but you can’t speak

蔚蓝的珊瑚海 错过瞬间苍白
An azure coral sea, a missed momentary paleness

当初彼此 不够成熟坦白
At the beginning, both of our immature confessions
你有我的 不够成熟坦白 不应该
You have my immature confession; that shouldn’t be

热情不在 笑容勉强不来
When there’s no more warm feelings, smiles cannot be forced
你的笑容勉強不來
Your smiles cannot be forced

爱深埋珊瑚海
Love is buried deep within the coral sea

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毁坏的沙碉如何重来 有裂痕的爱怎么重盖
How do (we) rebuild the damaged sand sculpture , how could a relationship with cracks be fixed?

只是一切 结束太快 你说你无法释怀
Only that all has ended too quickly and you said you could not understand why

贝壳里隐藏什么期待
What surprises await in the shell

等花儿开
Waiting for the flowers to bloom

我们也已经无心再猜
We do not want to play the guessing game anymore

脸上海风，脸上海风，咸咸的爱，咸咸的爱，沉不出还有未来
The sea breeze caressing the face , the salty love , (We) could not suppress the feelings for the future

i heart Mark Ruffalo...

Warning : Spoilers Ahead.

I went to watch Just Like Heaven today. And i really like it. Yea, it might not have drawn the greatest reviews, but i like it. I like sappy sweet romantic stories. There's a little romantic side of me underneath the whole car-loving, technology-worshipping chick.

As the movie starts, i turned around looked at Angie and asked "isn't that the guy from 13 going on 30?". She gave me an affirmative reply. Man, i heart Mark Ruffalo. He may not be as cute as Brad Pitt or Tom Cruise. But this man can stand out in his sweet romantic image. The down-to-earth goody-two-shoes boy-next-door nature just gets to me.

The movie is about Reese Witherspoon (as Elizabeth or Lizzie as Mark would call her) as a successful doctor who goes into a coma after a terrible accident. Mark Ruffalo (stars as David, the love interest) moves into her apartment by chance. Lizzie's soul haunts the apartment, while her body lies in the hospital. They two subsequently fall in love, and yada yada, the same love story goes. You get the drift. The point is , i absolutely dig the whole guy-gets-the-girl-at-the-end kinda ending. Yes, i do agree it's repetitive and perhaps old-fashioned, but it's still romantic.

Hmmm... So cheers to Mark Ruffalo. I heart Mark Ruffalo.

i heart Takuya Kimura...

I got hooked on Pride. For those who watch as much tv as i do, yes it's that japanese drama serial shown on Channel U, Singapore. It just ended its run not too long ago. Before it ended its run, i already bought the series. So two months after i bought it, on a warm Sunday afternoon when my entire family decided to make their own plans, leaving alone... i pulled out the drama and started watching it.

Man... i heart Halu...
Halu is the main character in the jap drama pride, a role taken by Takuya Kimura. Tell me... how can anyone not love him? Angie said i'm way way too old for this idol shit. But i heart Takuya Kimura. He's how cute. Hmmm.... *swoonnnnn*

it's a love story... Takuya plays a star hockey player, HALU, on the team Blue Scorpions. How he met Aki was after a hockey game. Aki was dragged to a hockey game with her friends and then to the pub that the hockey players gather. Halu gets attracted to Aki, finds ways to meet her. lame pickup : get his own dudes to beat him up to achieve Aki's pity. He got it. Aki has a bf that promised to return, but it's been years. So first date between Halu & Aki was so magical that it melted my heart. Anywayz, Halu & Aki decided to pretend to be together, treating it like a game till her bf returns. Of course, they fall in love. and then the bf returns. Yes, i know, typical story line. But who cares... Takuya is so cute...

I heart Takuya Kimura.

HSBC Tree Top Walk

HSBC Tree Top Walk
Originally uploaded by daftbitch.

I finally decided to visit the HSBC Tree Top Walk. So at 8am, i dragged my lazy butt down to MacRitchie Reservoir. It was such a long walk, surrounded with vast amount of trees and greenery, accentuated by the sounds of crickets and other insects alike. It was such a serene calm sight.

Of course, i had to ruin it all, by plugging onto my iPod Shuffle, blasting the sounds of Prodigy.... *breathe with me...breathe the pressure...*... totally rocking to the beats of Breathe, Firestarter & Smack my bitch up. That felt so wrong, yet so right... i had to move faster to avoid myself from collapsing through the walk.

The walk to the Tree Top Walk was a long walk, i peppered my walk with my endless bitching about the ups & downs of the route, and the endless number of stairs. I swear i have never climbed stairs that took me more than 5 minutes. It's just crazy. Talk about stairmaster ! But it was worth it. The view from the Tree Top Walk is so mesmerizing. So pictuesque. So wonderful. So wow...

With the long walk to the Tree Top walk, is another long walk back to the car. Man, i feel so darn tired at the end of the it all. A whole 2 hours of the route. I probably covered more than 8km today. My nikes gave way midway through the walk, which sucked. But i get new runners soon. woohoo...

Right now, my butt hurts, my thighs hurt, my calves hurt. Talk about being unfit. Poooiiii....

Love Actually...

I was recently introduced to this couple, whom are the most amazingly frank in a kinda sweet way. Their love for each other is just as sweet as they are. Their love life is a story by itself. A story that i seek permission from them to write. A story that touched me. A story that inspired to seek love. A story that speaks of what i believe in : fate.

Do you believe in fate? Do you believe in, like Natalie sings in her song “where are you”, that there’s someone out there for you?
(note : names have been changed to protect the couple's identity, afterall this is really their private life, whom they never did expect me to write about).

John & Mary : Their Love Story :
Their first brush together was as neighbors when they were young back in Malaysia,Ipoh. Living along the same street, it’s natural that John and Mary got along, and played as a group when they were around five. Shortly after they met, Mary moved two streets away from John, closing all contact between them, and they never met again till they were ten.

A regular truck that peddles wares & vegetables for the town area, that both John & Mary resides at, brought them to cross their paths once again. The truck stops outside John’s place every week. Without fail, Mary’s maid would patronize the truck to buy the week’s groceries, and bringing Mary along. That’s when Mary realized John had never moved from his old place. But they never did talk. Belonging to a small community, Mary shared the same tennis coach as John did. And it was then John and Mary met again and reacquainted, sharing their love. Those precious hours together gave them more time to learn about each other, and that’s when their first love blossomed.

At about twelve, John had to move with his family out of the area. Under his parents’ orders not to inform anyone of their whereabouts, John couldn’t tell Mary, leaving Mary distraught and upset as to why John left without a word. As soon as John had finally relocated and settled into his new surroundings, he wrote to all his friends back at his old school and neighbors of his lack of notice for the change of environment. With the exchange of a few letters, John and Mary stopped writing.

John went onto attending college out in Adelaide, and Mary went onto college out in Perth. They both started dating other people. But deep inside, Mary still thought about John and the what-ifs. She was due to be engaged to her other half. But that thought of John has left questions unanswered, and so she decided to seek for closure and an answer. Mary brought out Adelaide’s YellowPages and got a friend to help her call every single family with the same last name as John. Thankfully, John had a unique last name, and Mary managed to locate John. On the other end of the line was a Malaysian-sounding man asking for John, and immediately John instinctively knew that it was Mary who planned the call. John and Mary then had a three hour long conversation catching up on old times, promising to keep in touch with the exchange of contact information. John didn’t keep to his promises, neither was he bothered by the call, as at this time, he was dating someone else.

John broke up with his girlfriend then shortly. John had a birthday bash when he was 21 with a 120 guests that turn up but he never felt more alone than he is amidst the crowd. He came to his realization that he has always been dating and would end the relationship at some point til certain level of commitment and he felt that something was really wrong with him. He then realize that perhaps it was because he never had closure with Mary. He decides to write her a letter. A 5 pages full of his heart and soul and what he felt throughout theses years letter. He lost Mary’s contact thru the years ,he decided to mail the letter back to Malaysia, where she’s from. As Mary’s parents do not send her mail to her, she didn’t manage to read the letter till she went back for summer. John waited for a reply for six months. The reply was that of shocking, it was a card that read on the outside : thinking of you. But the last line to the card was along the lines of indication that Mary would no longer want to be in contact with John ever again in their life. Of course, like all women, Mary left her contact information along with photographs of herself.

John wrote a four page letter in reply of Mary’s card. Words that were both touching and heart-wrenching. Mary was due to be married and was left confused. Out of concern for Mary, Mary’s friend made a call to John asking him about the letters, in search for an answer for Mary. John replied nonchalantly that what he wrote to Mary has nothing to do with Mary’s friend. It was only later that John found out Mary ended up breaking the engagement, failing to get married, and had moved to Singapore to start anew.

At that time, John decided to finish his school, and to seek work in Singapore, to be with Mary. They did eventually meet in Singapore. And they’re now happily married. How long did they date? They refuse to tell me, only disclosing that it is not what’s recommended to most couples. I envy their closeness, the way they share their laughter and joy, and the way they think. I wish them all the best.

To John & Mary, thanks for letting me share your story in words. Truly, both of you have really inspired me.

cheers..

cheers to my crazy friends
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Whoa...The lines outside zouk, phuture & velvet were beyond the winebar & the carpark. I haven't seen Zouk on mambo nights to be as packed as last night in yonks. It was so overwhelmingly packed, that it just reminded me of my 1st trip to zouk. One word : unforgettable. Some closer friends wanted to relive our mambo night. This wednesday night marks yet another eve of a public holiday. We gather back at zouk, to head to phuture for our dosage of R&B music, and mambo music on the zouk mainfloor. How often can we even get together to enjoy some mambo music? Most of us are working right now. It's no longer back in the school days, where Thursday are just meant for classes. We could always sleep in and skip school, if we get too pooped by the end of Wed night. But now, with age, and work, comes responsibility.

I bumped into so many friends last night and It was really nice. A gentle reminder of the good ol' days. I kinda miss hanging around them, now that we have all moved onto our own things. I needed that extra smile, especially when i feel so spaced out from work trip & work recently. I felt really tired, from my 1st day back at work after my work trip. I didn't regret squeezing through the crowds to bump into some old friends... and to join my own buddies for some drinks and crap talk. The smiles from them and their hugs brought a smile to my face too.

Cheers to the beautiful people i met. Words can't put a measure on our friendships.
Thanks for standing by me, all these whiles.
Despite my nonsense, fantastic stories, happiness, joy, laughter, sadness & wackyness.
Thank You.