Saturday, November 05, 2005

HSBC Tree Top Walk


HSBC Tree Top Walk
Originally uploaded by da
ftbitch.

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.

Friday, November 04, 2005

cheers..


cheers to my crazy friends
Originally uploaded by daftbitch.

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.

Tuesday, November 01, 2005

One too many drinks... Halloween...


One too many drinks
Origi
nally uploaded by daftbitch.

It's Halloween ....

I started Halloween drinking since last week. I met with Boat in Thailand, and it was so nice to meetup after graduating few years ago. I miss the good ol' times of schooldays. The freedom, the life... the awesome drinking sessions between my bros and me. Bangkok has just been a blast. I was so surprised i ran into some of the Thai guys from back @ Purdue, who still recalled who i was. I am ashamed that i can't remember their names, but i do remember their faces. It was so nice...

Back to our lil' Halloween adventure :
Of course, the day itself has to be with friends ... whom you pledge your life with. People whom are expecting you to paint the town red. So what better way to celebrate the day ... than to be @ Zouk with your friends, jus totally drinking yourselves silly.

I arrived back from Bangkok in the afternoon, felt like i got drugged and went to bed... to prep myself for the very veryeventful night ahead. Angie declared i am pig, cos i just zonked out. Can't blame me. I had a rough flight. I get calls from Zouk from 8pm asking when we're going. Calls at 10pm telling me there's a line, and i better hurry my ass. It's crazy seeing the line right outside Zouk. I hate lines, i hate to queue for anything, i just about hate everything about crowds. But on the other hand, if itain't crowded, it ain't a party. So i have some pretty interesting shots ... but i can't share with the world. It's way way too nuts. So i'll be posting quite blog-friendly pik-chers instead.

We drank a mixture of everything. Dennis had to buy of all drinks , frigging Long Island Tea. Long Island has a combi of 7 whites (whites referring to vodka, gin, etc) . The last i had it few years ago... i got very sloshed. I got a lil' drunk & tipsy. We had a guest appearance from Bern, the guy in the pikcher with me & angie. Bern's Ben's friend, who's part Aussie. Sorry girls. He's attached.

So to end the night, we had prata, water... and zzzzz , it's already 5am. we should all sleep....

Friday, October 28, 2005

BKK ...

So right now, i'm in BKK. That's right baby. Out in Bangkok, Thailand.
Utilizing the wifi of Chulalongkorn University. Sasin Campus.
I've been in Bangkok since Thursday.

it's been really great. kinda detox. ok, i did drink. But more mind-body-soul kinda detox, away from my sunny island-state. and out of the routine of the 9-to-5 job. It's a holiday mood, and that is definitely awesome.

I met with Boat, who's currently doing her MBA out @ Chulalongkorn, so thus explaining the use of the school's internet. Their student lounge is so nice, plush couches, IBM-fitted, and aircon. Aircon is truly a life-saver. Bangkok's way way too hot. You walk you perspire. That's sick. But ... it can't be helped.

Alright, i'll hopefully get some pik-chers. I got none so far, except about work. :P
.... next post soon....

Next week's gonna be fun . Halloween. and Two Public Holidays in a week. Albeit Staggered. But it still rocks. Holiday mood extension.

Wednesday, October 26, 2005

Weekend with Ted & Helen


Weekend with Ted & Helen
Originally uploaded by daftbitch.
So the weekend just passed. Zouk reopened, the very day that Ted & Helen flew in from HK. Ted's a very close friend back from LA. Helen's his other half. I'm so glad to be able to hang out with them over three days out in Singapore. It'll be a long time before we next get to kick it together again. Everyone's all grown up. I'll be seeing you guys at your wedding instead. So when issit? *winks*

I became a true blue food connosieur in these 3 days. The minute they landed, got themselves checked into the Ritz, and we bolted out for Boon Tong Kee for some hainanese chicken rice, and to check out Orchard Road. Then for dinner, i suggested Long Beach Seafood out @ East Coast for some seafood dinner. Man, they serves a kick-butt chilli crab, and garlic clams. Woot, i love the food. After which, it's to esmirida's for some drinks... Ted & Helen got tired. Angie and i then decided to go check out Zouk's reopening. Man, it was so packed, i hyperventilated. So i head home.

By 12 i was up on Saturday, i brought them to have bak kut teh (pork ribs herbal soup, for those out of the Asia sphere). Then got bored, decided to check out Chinatown, had some ice desserts, and headed for Sentosa to just kick it and look around. For dinner, we went off to Newton Circus, where it's local food galore... we had fishball soup, sambal stingray, char kway teow, orr lua, chai tao kueh, satay, rojak... the list went on. For after dinner party, i brought them to check out Zouk. I had drinks with my own group of friends, we chilled and had fun. Dennis, dennis, as usual... is a funny boy, he drank & he drank & he drank. I seriously felt he overdrank, the
same way i gorge myself over the weekend.

Sunday marked the last day of their visit to Singapore. But of cos, Ted & Helen isn't gonna give their foodie paradise trip a rest. We had prawn noodles soup, orr hiang, laksa, hainanese chicken rice, and ice desserts, all within a span of 4 hours, before throwing them to the airport, to get them back to Hong Kong. They're still out in HK, prolly going back to LA these couple of days...

I enjoyed myself, it's nice to see my high school and college friends from LA now & then. Kinda bring back the memories...














Yep. i got my hair curled. I looked very messy now. :(
But who cares? I'm going off to Thailand for this coming weekend for work & play.
woohoo !

Wednesday, October 19, 2005

Mudslingers we are not.

Copied from K from PurdueDiaries :

Things have been said in response to our earlier posts ...

... and we want everyone to know that the full truth is still not out there.

We are NOT going to reveal any more about the situation, as mud-slinging was never the objective here.

We just wanted the other side of the story as we saw it to be told.

And it has.

To take it any further would mean exposing issues that should remain private, and we will not go down that road.

This is not a cry for public sympathy, but merely a clarification of the situation at hand from an objective point of view.

As a wise African saying goes:
"When elephants fight it is the grass that suffers."
We are not judging, nor asking to be judged.

Well Said, K !
That being said, my take on blogs is that Blogs have consequences, whether you like it or not. And especially if you have more than 2000 hits a day, woot, now that's called moving the crowds. Imagine dirty looks being thrown to someone who was bitched at on someone's blog. And he isn't guilty. My gawd, how sad!
Justice will be uphold... and the truth will reveal itself.
Not everything in blogs are of a clear view of what a person truly is.

835pm Singapore ; 535am Indiana Time (i think) : she took down her blog, omg. so what does it prove??? a lot of my friends sms me regards to this. most decided Z is indeed on the sorry sad side. And women are utter nonsense, thinking without thinking. Dammit, i am a woman, and i'm so goddamn ashamed to be linked with that stereotype, based on one silly woman. A sentence to sum it up : young naive stupid, you think you know what love is... think again.

Monday, October 17, 2005

Weekend that went whoooshhh

Friday morning : 3.30am... beep the alarm rang. Time to wake up & drag our lazy ass to the car and off to Sepang. Yep, yet another track day for Mr. E, and another shopping holiday for me & Angie. Surprisingly ahead of the pack, despite leaving later, i guess when travelling as a single car, it takes way way way faster. The weather was cool & nice, for a change. Sepang gets like really really hot ... not just the babes, but the temperature hits almost mid 30 degrees celsius. And that is hot. The weather's fab... we had a great time. There were a lot of cars for this trackday, way over my expectations. And a couple of evos. Yep... that's one fierce ass evo we're talking... in the pik-cher. After the trackday, We stayed over in KL for friday night. Crazy us (doggie, jaskin, Mr. E, Princess & me) decided to have Starbucks in Genting after dinner right in the heart of KL. So what do we do? Well... just drive on... and get there.... it was very surreal to be drinking frapps in nice sub 20s temperature. I never quite understood what doggie meant by that. Till ... now. Oh, Princess noted why i am such buddies with Doggies. We're so *beep beep, expletives*, and of cos, my bim-ness rubbed off, i'm a great teacher of bim.

We got back Saturday midnight. And i slept like a log. When i got up sunday morning, oh my gawd, the entire field right outside my window is flooded. Yea, it
rained really hard. Hmmm, but perfect weather to *yawnz* get back to bed. Princess and me got nuts decided to get the boys to go Wala Wala for some drinks. I had my dose of amaretto sours. Man, i can't wait for this weekend. My friends from LA are coming to visit me... yep, i miss
them.


The amaretto sours at Wala are good...

Wednesday, October 12, 2005

Introducing The Purdue Diaries

yep... some of my juniors in college and my good ol' friend K...
they present

The Purdue Diaries


It's a collaborative work.
Right now, it's to clear the good name of Z. Z's been badly misconstrued and misunderstood, all because some girl he used to date has blog about it. And she's a pretty famous blogger. My words to D : Prettiness doesn't get you everywhere, woman... shame on ya.

So pls read Z's side of the story... as spoken through his friends.
And support the Purdue diaries...

Nothing beats ice cream...


Nothing beats ice cream...
Originally uploaded by daftbitch.

Yes i'm a sucker for ice cream, Outright blatant sucker for ice cream. Ice cream has that calming effect on me. And a super perk-me-up and picker upper. It's just the food i will turn to, when i feel down & out. Maybe it's the sugar level. One thing i love about this brand is the sweetness of that cookie dough that jus rock my world. And add the combination of that waffle...mmmm, yummy & so sinful! Of cos, there's more to life than ice cream. It helps that all my friends are suckers for ice cream too. So what do we do when we realize a worldwide ice cream brand has opened an outlet in town? Woohoo... we rallied everyone, got into some 280hp car, and trotted our ass down to the quaint lil' outlet. omg, i realized my pik-chers have no Angie. Where's Angie, you ask? Of cos, she's there... how can she not be there? She's the leader of them all. heh heh :)

So when's our next ice cream meeting?

Saturday, October 08, 2005

How to Race (Ah Beng Style)

I was zooming around from place to place, not for work, but for leisure. So ... i thought about TriplePeriod's very very *errr what word should i use?* description of his race. And i thought ... man, isn't it funny if an ah beng races and desperately trying to describe it to his expatriate friend.

I would imagine it to be something like this :
Beng : We llllace Chinakapore way.... Orchard Gudang, ECP.
Expat : ok. Orchard Gudang?
Beng : Yes yes, around orchard loood lor.
Expat : ok ok, so how do you guys race?
Beng : ok, red light, i see you, you see me. i cannot stand you see me no up. i zhum revv my engine hard hard, my exhaust loud loud. you see me like enemy. we wait for red light change green light, and then zoom.
Expat : So it's street racing?
Beng : Simi street lacing, it's orchard gudang. tell you already what.
Expat : Oh ok. We use the proper track to race.
Beng : Singapore no track la. Mount Akina got. 99 bends.
Expat : Mount Akina ?
Beng : neber watch initial d?
Expat : err nooo....
Beng : Japanese comic movie. My car AE86.
Expat : Is it good around bends?
Beng : Never watch movie ah. Beat ebo and gtr.
Expat : oh ok.

DUH.... yes, i'm that bored on a Saturday afternoon. Blame the ERP.

Which Lost Character Are you...

You scored as Kate Austen. You are Kate. No one truly knows you. Trouble follows wherever you go. You don't usually think of anyone's best interests but your own.

Jack Sheppard


75%

Kate Austen


75%

Hugo "Hurley" Reyes


70%

Sayid Jarrah


70%

Michael Dawson


65%

Claire Littleton


65%

Shannon Rutherford


65%

James "Sawyer" Ford


55%

The Island


55%

Sun Kwon


55%

Walt Lloyd


50%

Charlie Pace


50%

John Locke


45%

Jin Kwon


45%

What Lostaway Are You?
created with QuizFarm.com


Following Doggie's footsteps and BackOfTheEnvelope's burnt rubber traces, i decided to find out which Lost character i am. And to my alas, this is what churned out. Am i that frigging suay? as what some have claimed? I seriously would like to contest that. Man, this sucks. I'm not selfish at all. I always have treated others well. Sob sob, damn the quizzes.

Monday, October 03, 2005

Bloated & Overate


Bloated & Overate
Originally uploaded by daftbitch.

So Happy Birthday Sia Meihwan, our great horticulturist aka gardener. Woot! Happy Birthday! To celebrate her birthday, we went to M Hotel for steamboat buffet. Of cos, being a Monday.... it's kinda expected that all of us will strut in late. But Mr E and me arrived early...and we started pigging out. There's been a whole chunk of food...prawns, crabs, yada yada. We yak and talk and bicker about every little thing. truth be told, yes we should never organize any dinners at our hotel ever again. We're just too wacky and loud....

Happy Birthday Sia !

Saturday, October 01, 2005

Love knows no boundaries

And why do i say that? I was discussing with a friend about relationships. What love is? How everyone views Love differently??? Show some love baby....

Overheard.... :
A : Do you know C is dating someone who's half Czech / half Russian who barely speaks English?
B : And hmmmm...
A : how do they communicate with the limited English his gf has?
B : hmm... i bet it won't last more than 3 months.
A : Can you imagine ... everyday he says i love you... her reply would be I love you deep deep...
B : Sounds like an ah beng and ah lian talking...

I was amused by what i overheard. But it just seems so true. Love needs constant communication. Be it about rubbish, gibberish and lup sup.

I read somewhere... It takes a minute to find that someone, a hour to appreciate that someone, a day to fall in love with that someone, and a lifetime to forget about that someone. How true! Well... cheer up girlie... you'll be fine. Time is the greatest healer of all.

Wednesday, September 28, 2005

Bags bags and more bags...


Bags bags and more bags...
Originally uploaded by daftbitch.


The original shopping queen. yes that's what i am. My mom is being really funny these days, since my new shelves came in. while...i've been packing. She has stated no more bags, and to focus on the purchase of a car instead. Has the room been cleaner after all these packing? No... i still feel it's a mess. I got more clothes, more shoes ... & more bags than i did when i first came back from US.

Life in US was so simple. I could make do with like t-shirts and jeans, and look good-2-go for a night out, togging that little handbag of mine that was a great steal from one of those thrift stores. Yes that t-shirt may be from Abercrombie, and those jeans may be a pair of Calvin Kleins. But my point is .... oh well, how do i put it...read on...

So i returned home after graduation in '01. I lost weight, got in between jobs. Wardrobe went through massive changes. I still got that 101 white tank tops, that i hardly ever wear. Each of them unique in its own flavor : V-neck, Round-neck, Double Strap, Single Strap, Pink Strap, Blue Straps, Polka Dots, etc etc. I probably have just about any white tops that any girl would need. For work, i wear pants for convenience's sake, as well as functionality. So i have about 10-12 pairs of black pants by now. I lost track of the # of pairs of pants i own in every color. Hmmm... and being a chick, i still love & adore frilly lil' dresses, and those flirty lil' skirts. But i hate wearing them, and you often see me in flirty frilly lil' numbers. let's not even go to shoes. Mr. E claimed i am training to become the next Imelda Marcos. Imelda who? Just the women who has possibly thousands of shoes.

My bags are a different story. Yup, the picture you're looking at is my snooty collection. Each tells a different tale. I cherish every lil' bag that i own and have. Especially those that are expensive & with their snooty italian labels. My love affair with the snooty italian labels started when i was 17. And i have my first bag from then, till today. So you can tell by the wardrobe. I have 7 shelves full of my own mix of italian & local labels. The cheapest being just 7 bucks. i've been told to blog about my infamous collection. it's really not a lot. most of my labels are collected during my working days.

I can proudly sing...
"The shoes on my feet
I've bought it
The clothes I'm wearing
I've bought it
The rock I'm rockin'
I've bought it
'Cause I depend on me
If I wanted the watch you're wearin'
I'll buy it
The house I live in
I've bought it
The car I'm driving
I've bought it
I depend on me
(I depend on me)

All the women who are independent
Throw your hands up at me
All the honeys who makin' money
Throw your hands up at me
All the mommas who profit dollas
Throw your hands up at me
All the ladies who truly feel me
Throw your hands up at me"

Snippets from Destiny's Child "Independent Women"

Wednesday, September 21, 2005

Birthday Weekend...

My birthday weekend just passed. And boy, was it fun.... and it started last wednesday...

On wednesday, i was told to dress up... and given specifics like no tank tops . I went "HUH, simi sai?" , that totally eliminated maybe 75% of my wardrobe. So my curiousity got to me, and i asked Dave da bitch where's Angie bringing me to. And he revealed. *gasp* yes we all know he's the bao toh kiah of this year. Kudos to Angie... for bringing me to Breeze@Scarlett Hotel, and had a nice moonlight dinner with me. And many thanks for the cherry birkies. It's so cute.. & adorable. Yes Angie... I know i can't resist just shaking the box, wondering what it was, but the suspense always kills me. Check out the box... how can anyone resist wondering what it was? How can anyone receive a nicely wrapped present without the desire to rip the packaging off and know what's inside? Duhhh !!! ....And of cos, to my dear Dave da bitch, tho you can't be there dining with us, and sipping our lil' gu niang drinks, i had fun having Ka Soh Fish Head Noodles with you as supper... and the nice pinkie top. Really like it, thanks Dude... a bit different from my monotone cabinet.

Thursday hmmm...i trotted my ass to Green Room Sessions. I got tired real early, as i have mountain loads of work the next day. But Tortured Souls was just fabulouso. So hmmm... bummer !?! I realized i sucked at beer drinking.

Friday night was dinner @ my place. Major Pig out session of steamboat... it's gross to be sharing everyone's saliva. But we all know each other for almost ten years, some even 15 years or more. So who gives a fish about it? Most of my gfs (Pris, April, Jeanie, Clara, Meihwan & the boys) came by, thank for the gifts babes. The Russian Roulette game of drinks was funny, added with a dash of bourbon, vodka and lies. And it's today i realized how superb a drinker my mom is. Martell thick thick Green tea bit bit. I hereby kowtow to you. But why do you make me such a lousy drinker? Kim went on to wax lyrical about my mom's drinking skills to our friends the very next night. Damnit....

Saturday night is my actual birthday itself. And it coincides with Zouk's Upgrading Party. Yep, it's closed for a month. But it's great to stop drinking now & then. I like that feeling. My birthday was a blast. I met so many friends and it's just funny. And just the "I've never..." game is worth a mention. Hahaha, sorry boys for saying i've never kissed a girl... but i really never ever french kissed a girl before. And unless you have never french kissed a girl, go ahead and drink up. Everything went by in a daze spiked with lychee martinis, martells, and some gross drinks... and i stumbled home Sunday morning at 5.30am, to send my mom off to the airport at 6am. Please applaud me for being so filial, and amazingly sober to drive... and of cos, at my semi conscious state, i didn't expect to bump into anyone. Damn, not in my tee & boxers, i bumped into a neighbour who was shocked i'm awake. But ....I felt so sleepy... so oh well...who cares about image...

There goes that fabulous weekend. But wait ! we're still celebrating...
i'm gng for dinner dates for the next two nights...
not with Mr. E... sorry, wrong guess.
Who are my special guests? I'll inform in due course.

in the meantime... now i have cherry birkies, and of cos ... red vavavoom dress, how about giving me that murakami cherry bag? heh heh...

Tuesday, September 20, 2005

Baidu versus Google...

Sometime ago, i watched a documentary about Baidu, the Chinese comparison of Google, serving the Chinese population. Baidu is a humble search engine then, and of cos, i didn't think much of it, since a) i hardly even read chinese, b) i can't decipher the words that i intend to search about. I can speak Mandarin, but writing the characters and of course deciphering what it means is a whole new ball game to me.

Google is what i am familiar with. I started with it when i was in college, all the way till now. Of course, who in the world doesn't know google? or now... google earth?

Overheard one day while walking around ...
A : what chinese song should i find on Baidu?
B : why can't you just google it, why must you baidu it?
A : Because google is ang moh, and baidu is teng nang...

DOINK !

Wednesday, September 14, 2005

my 100th post

This marks my 100th post. Yep... it's been a long time...

And of cos today also marks the 1st of my weekend long celebrations for my quarter life crisis.
For Mr. S who has asked me why i can say quarter, and whether i'm so sure whether i'll live till a 100, the answer is yes.

So cheers to my 1st 100 posts, and of cos, cheers to the 100 years i'll be alive...
and finally cheers to my quarter life crisis...

suddenly, i realize i'm not that young anymore, yet not old enough.

I've been asked what i want for my birthday... i really do not know.

Sunday, September 11, 2005

Who has the right of way?

The Sunday Times today (11th September 2005 edition) has an article which caught my eye, titled "Where rules end and common sense begin". Firstly i would applaud Mr. Ben Nadarajan in presenting both sides of the argument. However the sentence which was highlighted , and i quote , "Despite all the grouses about irresponsible pedestrians, i still feel that a greater duty of care remains in the hands of those wielding the bigger guns. The driver of a car should take extra care with pedestrian simply because his car can cause the greater damage" is what i would argue upon.

Everyday if you drive down Orchard Road, how many people do you see jaywalking or crossing recklessly, thinking the driver would slow down and not hit you. a $25 dollar fine does not stop you from jaywalking. repeated jaywalking offenders should be punished more severely. Do jaywalkers go through walking procedures aka walking code? No they don't. Do drivers attend Driving Schools & Highway Code etc? Yes they do, and they spend almost S$ 2000 on getting that little card which deemed them certified drivers, armed with enough knowledge deemed by officials regulated by a board which is in turn regulated by the gahmen. Yes no?

So i totally think jaywalkers should have enough common sense to look left & right. Our young children in schools these days are taught traffic rules, and how to cross safely. Despite being at a red light, they're told to look left & right. Prior to crossing. As well as to never walk behind a vehicle, especially a reversing one. Our cars passed the national smog test, but i am sure they're not so silent that you can't hear them reversing. So armed with a certain common sense, i would most definitely jump out of the way.

So my question in doubt regards to the woman crossing a one way street, a car knocked her down while reversing and she's in coma. The court decided the driver and woman who's been knocked down to share equal responsibility, as reported by The Straits Times.

So the question everyone has is who has the right of way? Or who should be more responsible? Jaywalkers should never ever cross Orchard Road ever. There are underpasses in Lucky Plaza to Ngee Ann City, Tang Plaza to Wisma Atria, a crossing from Ngee Ann city to Paragon, a crossing from Cineleisure to Heeren, etc etc. So to the nice policemen issuing tickets to the jaywalkers, please tell them to go straight to jail, do not pass go, do not collect S$ 200.

And yes i drive. I have a driver's license. And i patronize Orchard Road almost everyday, but i use the crossing.

Thursday, September 08, 2005

yakitori dinner, here we come

Tomorrow i'm going to dine with Angie, Ben, Dennis & Mr. E for some yakitori dinner. So as a gentle reminder, i told Mr. E about our yakitori dinner plans tomorrow. I'm really tired from work, and seriously stressed out.

Me : Eh, we're going for yakitori dinner tomorrow with ...
Mr. E : no no... no yuckytori dinner, i want yummytori...
Me : (not hearing very well, environment too noisy)... eh i said we're going to yakitori dinner...
Mr. E : no no yuckytori. I want yummytori. You can have your Y-U-C-K-Ytori dinner, i want to have yummytori.

DOH... serious case of DOH.

Tuesday, September 06, 2005

I ain't saying she's a gold digger


Shopping...
Originally uploaded by daftbitch.

"i ain't saying she's a gold digger, she ain't messing with no broke brother".

Am i a gold digger? hahahaha, i am not saying i am one, but i don't mess with no broke brother, for sure. I still love my little Louis Vuitton under my arm, and my lil' trips to the hair salon for one of those manicures & pedicures.

Are all women gold diggers? They definitely ain't gonna go for no broke brother. I'm just saying they ain't materialistic, they're jus realistic.

LimBueyTor's post today made me laugh out hard today. He told a chick whom he was kinda keen on that he's a Tupperware salesman. And guess what, the girl gave him a once-over. So you know she ain't gonna go for no broke brother.

Do we girlies all need a bling bling ride? like a merc or a beemer? But If you wanna mess with this chick(me!), you better be paid. I don't take no money, i'm independent, but i seriously ain't messing with no broke brothers. & I don't want no scrubs.

I ain't no gold digger...
get down girl go ahead get down...

The pik-cher is taken @ Rodeo Drive, back out home at LA. And right after the pik-cher was taken, i strolled into Gucci, Louis Vuitton & Prada. So am i one of those gold diggers?

Monday, September 05, 2005

So who're you dating right now?

So who're you dating now? is the question in everyone's mind. I met up with my girlies with all the boys in tow at a lil' quaint Jap joint @ Esplanade... and the night's really funny. I got a few pik-chers. I got a few funny pik-chers. I got Mr. E on film kissing another girl. *gasp* yes, he cheated on me with some aid of camera tricks... but i shall spare the horticulturist some emotional distress & agony. I forgive people easily. yeah right

Me & Mr. E got there really late, like 45 minutes, BLAME IT ALL ON BAD TRAFFIC. It's Friday, and with Comex going on, traffic is probably the worst ever. The minute i reached the quaint joint, i wolfed down whatever's in front of me. Everything that Ms Horticulturist ordered, but since she went off to attend to her work momentarily, it's my food, till she returns. Hahaha, when she returned, she screamed at me and the classic "nabehz" started to spew from our motormouths. Of course, Ms Talent Scout 'J" strolled in later than i did. I can't help but notice Ms Car Rental 'C" was busy sms-ing someone the entire night. In between squeezing the next sushi down my throat or helping myself to another order of cha soba, or perhaps stealing some soup from FeiLiPu's udon soup, I can't help but peeped, or rather i force myself within close proximity of the cell phone to read the contents. So the rest of the girls naturally just started shooting questions like "who're you dating?" ... ooohhh the jibes went on & on. And then C decided "if you guys ask anything, i have every right to ask back or even spill your beans". Most of the girls decided to shut up, makes you wonder what secrets does everyone have. Are we a bit like the chicks on wisteria lane? Happily married yet hiding something beneath that soil / swimming pool? Then again, we're all not married, just happily committed to our significant other... leaving J & C going at each other's neck with questions of the other halves. From the age to the race of their significant other halves. Me & Mr. E sat between them, and we just burrowed into our seats. Heh heh :)

The girlies then adjour
ned for drinks at Bar Stop @ Devonshire, sans C. She went to meet her hot date, whom she declined to introduce to us. Are we that scary? Do we devour anyone that is within our range? Do we devour men? The word "devour" as found on dictionary.com can be described as " to prey upon voraciously". Do we? But that doesn't matter. The all important question is : Who're you really dating right now?

Mr Blur King 'M' came to join us. Seeing how a guy absolutely have zero clue about tech toys is amusing. Maybe more so since i'm a chick, and know how to get around my tech toys. Hmmm... and to name his other half "nymph" is amusing as well. Are the girlies i hang around with that mean? That obnoxious that we call other names..? *pauses to think* yes i certainly think so, especially if we feel the person totally deserves it.

So we're now part of an obnoxious name-calling group who will adjourned our name-calling & questioning activity till the next meeting : my birthday dinner.

Till then, i guess we won't know WHO ARE YOU DATING RIGHT NOW?

Sugar Cubes


Sugar Cubes
Originally uploaded by daftbitch.

I really love sugar cubes and how happy it makes my feel. The little sugar crystals melting in your mouth. Chewing sugar cubes gives me a euphoria.
Hmmm....

Friday, September 02, 2005

left hand drive....to right hand drive...

It's Friday, 2am. I can't help grinning. I bet you could see my silly face grinning away, from miles away. I've been religiously attending Mr. E Driving School. Yes, he's a pretty decent teacher, i must add. Doesn't scream, doesn't reach over & wring my neck, especially when i kinda hurt hisbaby . Not that i worry about him killing me. Being a car enthusiast, i'm ectastic that i get to drive a TC car in Singapore. Most of the cars on the street are 1599 cc & below. Let's list what cars i own since i got my fateful license in '98 : Volks Cabrio ( LHD, really nice to have wind blowing through your hair), Merc C200 ( RHD, big & powerful... ), Honda Civic (RHD, it's cute, small, fuel-friendly... great for my work). But of cos, i love speed & the ability to move around swiftly anyday. I dig fast cars, be it NA engine, or TC or SC cars. Speed junkie. Driving an ev(o)il car is just great. The sound of the turbo spooling is just woohooo. And the good part is a pretty babe is driving an evo. So clear the roads....make way for the queen.

But due to the limited experience with manual transmission car, i can't help but feel a lil' scared. I'm praying hard each time i meet with a red light, that i don't stall the car once the light turns green. It can't be helped, that i feel that way. Afterall, i'm an "American" driver. Yep, i dig the lo-riders, the laidback Californian way of driving. I still recall some of my college mates telling me "man, i can hear your music all the way from the end of the street... and when your car passes by, i can't see you. Your car's roll bar completely blocks your face". Uh huh, i sit real low while driving. Very thuggish, ver
y me. Yea, it's ghetto.

When i got bac
k to Singapore after college, i inherited the Merc C200. Bye to my cabrio *teary-eyed*. My Merc is the ultimate bling bling, ghetto mobile. Plus a ghetto me, you get a lo-ride driver... you get a real ghetto spirit. The Merc's black & cute. I miss the car sometimes. The torquey-ness makes me miss it a little, compared to my current ride the Honda civic. hmmm....

Switching LHD to RHD ain't that difficult. I think i kinda got used to it.
Now I am staring at my California Driver's License and am telling myself i need to change that frigging pik-cher. A case of a bad nerves right before the driving test. frickinhell !

And OoooOOoooh, btw, since i started my healthy lifestyle program (swim + cut down tea & supper when possible), i lost 2kg. WooOooHoooOOo...
Am meeting my girls tomorrow night. So perhaps it'll be comparing who's more tanned than another.

Wednesday, August 31, 2005

reminiscing ....

I love surfing blogs. Yes i am a blog surfer, i have this voyeuristic streak within me. It's been there, always there, the quintessential kaypoh Singaporean me.

So i surfed upon some webbies of my old college mate who's now pursuing his masters back @ our good ol' Purdue, and the links of the current batch of undergrad. Sure the pik-chers they took of Purdue brings back good memories, i miss being back in school. There's now even a Starbucks in Purdue Memorial Union (PMU, for short). goodness.... how things have changed. I guess it's a sign of the times.

Some interesting conversation :
Me : i wanna go back to school...
E : why? why the sudden urge?
Me : Purdue's got a Starbucks in the union now... i wanna go see...
E : errr you make all mid-west peeps really ashamed right now, cause you are so deprived.
Me : (LOST*) what?...

I don't want to go back to attend graduate school. I'm having so much fun. But the thought of going back to the days (those were the days....sigh...) ... is jus so tempting.

I need a flashy convertible to ease my pain...
:(

Sunday, August 28, 2005

Crazy Ah....

This weekend was crazy...

So crazy was i that i went swimming at 5pm (forsaking work) on Friday evening at Bishan swimming complex. So crazy was i that i actually wore a bikini to swim. And of cos, i stared at the lao chee kos with eyes that could fly a million daggers up their sorry asses, when they glanced at me, almost to say "crazy ah, never see a girl wear bikini for schwimming before meh?"

So crazily hungry was i that i went for supper (tons of noodles & dimsum please) with Mr. E and Mr. DEu, killing whatever effort i made while swimming. The good side : i feel more energetic... the bad side : my eyes hurt as i couldn't hunt my goggles down before i decided to drag my ass to the pool.

As if that was not enough.
So crazy are my friends that they woke me up at 1030am on a Saturday morning. Yo gurls, it's my duty to inform you that i only wake up at 1pm on weekends. It's a rule. No one wakes up before 12 noon. It's a sin. And it's really crazy. But of cos, they woke me up for a good reason : let's go Sentosa to suntan.

Would i be crazy to pass up a chance to go Sentosa to suntan? Would i be crazy to pass up a chance to see good looking muscular guys playing beach volleyball or walking around the nice imported sand on Sentosa? nahz... i don't think so.

The gurls got into my lil' car and off to Sentosa we went. We only left Sentosa at 11pm... there... we stayed 7 hours. So you scream " ARE YOU CRAZY?" . No we're not, we're just happily enjoying each other's company. We swam, we ate chips & cookies (ohhh the sins of fatness), and played Taboo ( i realize how incorrigibly ill-read i am, and dammit, i need more books).

Yawnz, today's Sunday. I am just going to nap the entire day and forget about how crazy the weekend has been. Hmmm, been toying with a thought : Should i go be a teacher? I do look like one.

Siao ah....

Monday, August 22, 2005

extra something something...

I realized recently how much i love to extra something something.

To explain my ever growing figure, i have extra my food intake. I have breakie, brunch, lunch, tea, dinner & supper. Not too good. Jumped 7 kg all within 2 months. *GASP* yes, i did it all within 2 frigging months. Pants of cos got extra tight, mini skirts of cos got extra tight, my thighs of cos got extra fat, my arms of cos got extra big breakfast, ooohhh, i got extra unhappy. Angie advised to jus cut my meals to 3, then perhaps i would lose extra flabs.

To satisfy my craving, i have decided to start extra mayo-ing everything. So to my Subway guy, i need to extra extra mayo my 6 inch ham sub. To my Sakae Sushi chef, i need to extra extra mayo my California handroll. To my Bei Zhan chef, i need to extra extra mayo my deep fried prawns covered with mayo. Angie advised me to just cut my mayo intake by half, then perhaps i would lose extra flabs.

To 'complete' my shoe collection, i have decided to extra my shoe purchases. While at KL during the weekend, i saw this beautiful pair of shoes. So beautiful are the shoes, that i bought not one or two or three pairs, but 6 pairs. To the nice lady serving me at Nose, please extra that pair of shoes to size 6, 9 and 10 too. And to the guy at Vincci, please extra that pair of shoes to include the other color but same design too. Yes. Angie advised me to cut down my shopping manic by half, then perhaps i won't lose extra money.

To let Mr. E go wild on speed legally, i have decided to accede to his request of extra trackdays. He not only did a Friday trackday with the VAG.Sg peeps, he also did that extra trackday on Saturday with the Traction Circle peeps. Angie advised me that we should follow Mr. E to the trackday. I guess going to the trackday meant we save some money, i.e., not spending on more extra shoppin.

I guess perhaps i need to drop the extra of everything i choose to do, and follow whatever Angie's prescribing. Right, Angie?

Thursday, August 18, 2005

Amused ....

So today's Thursday, a day after mambo. I went to mambo @ zouk with Ben & Angie. I was so amused with the synchronized actions by the lil' ones these days. It's just so different. My gawd, what an eye opener. I was so amused with everything, i laughed it through. Last night's low : I met "The Big Fuck" (or rather he self introduced), and seriously he is no big fuck. In fact, i felt utterly disgusted by his sleazy ways. I haven't met anyone so repulsive as him, i dare say. Maybe he finds rejection a sort of compliment. I would think so. To be defined outright repulsive by me does truly mean that the word REPULSIVE & SLEAZY has been brought to a new low. And he now runs a separate blog under the moniker rambotan, btw. Though he's supposedly highly educated, he lacks that disposition, the aura... and he's just outright sleazy and skanky. Ewwwww... Would he have remembered my name? Heck No. He's just a sleazebag who's just trying to get into every girl's pants. And ewwwww... i have to dettol anything that's standing within a feet away from him. He's no big fuck, and i most certainly would never date him EVER. That's for sure.

So surfstop at KennySia today... man i really have to applaud him for his benglish translator.. Alas! The way it translated my blog is just way way way too vulgar for me to write it down.

An lil' portion of how my past post is like :
As National Day just past, Limpeh have kaki asking limpeh si mi limpeh did on National Day to claim to be patriotic. Limpeh just smiled and said " limpeh brogged about it one." Surfstop at MrBrown tolay and the cheebye kia mentioned about Enuwy, a brogger who went to apply for Singakapoh Citizenship.

Truly KennySia's posts never fail to amuse me...
I'm heading to his country for the weekend... woohooo, time to relax, chill & kickback.

Sunday, August 14, 2005

What makes a Singaporean?

As National Day just past, I have friends asking me what i did on National Day to claim to be patriotic. I just smiled and said " i blogged about it." Surfstop at MrBrown today and he mentioned about Enuwy, a blogger who went to apply for Singapore Citizenship. She what? Yes the chick went to apply for citizenship in our lil' city-state.

A lil' backgrd : she lives in district 11 all her life, did her schooling till the 3 yrs in uni. basically eat, breathe & live the Singaporean ways. So what's not Singaporean about her?

I dare say she's more Singaporean in many ways than i am. I only did schooling till O levels in Singapore. Thereafter i left for US to complete my college. I worship my Rodeo Drive or Michigan Avenue or 5th Avenue as much as i worship my Orchard Road. I may not know US' national anthem Star Spangled Banner, but i can memorize the Singapore Majulah Singapura. I adore US steak & Cheesecake Factory as much as my laksa, char kway teow, & fishball noodles at Newton Circus or Bedok 85 market. I miss US when i am in Singapore. I miss Singapore when i am in US. I consider my home in SoCal & Tennessee home, & i consider my heartlander 5-room flat in Singapore home. I love left hand drive Volkswagen cabrio & my Honda Pilot, as much as i love my right hand drive 1.6l civic. I love Indy speedway, as much as i love tracking my car while driving 3 hours up north to Sepang International Circuit in KL, Malaysia. I love Jeff Gordon, as much as i love Kallang Carpark Rally. I have my California Driver's License, and i hold a Class 3 Driver's License in Singapore. During college days, i am part of Singapore Student Association, and i also declares myself as partly American. I have somewhat of a Californian-Asian accent, but i speak with my pseudo lao Hokkien Singlish with great pride.

This past weekend, when Mr. E and i were out with some friends, in the midst of a conversation, a "friend" looked at me and asked "which part of you is American..." while giving me a once over. I felt disgusted by your action, and I have one thing to say : looks doesn't define nationality, neither does race, or language or religion. It's based on where you declare your home, and what your IC or PR says. And where your heart is. So ... bite my dust, dude. While you can only glance through car books that you brought back from your lil' trip, i may have the luxury to purchase one of those american muscle cars. A 30K USD car may be our 160K Singapore Dollars car. Well, you can always choose to move, with the ability & resources you can pull. I am sure...

I am a Singaporean and American at heart. I have families & friends both in Singapore & US. Where would i setup my home with my other half in the future, you ask? Only the future can tell. As for now, i shall soak in the 90 degrees fahrenheit weather 24/7 365 days a year, while sipping the warm soup of my fishball noodles... while holding onto a can of Bud Lite, zippin around in my lil' blue civic while decked out in my Abercrombies. Somewhat Singaporean, somewhat American.

Tuesday, August 09, 2005

Cheers to my girlies...

Happy Birthday Singapore... time to be patriotic. It's August 9th.

I spent Sunday with my girlies. It was so fun just hanging out with them, chilling and lazing. The plus point was we had food. I was supposed to bring some carbo food, namely rice dish or noodle dish. I went to the food centre and saw satay. tell me how to resist satay? I also saw rojak. tell me how to resist rojak? I got a lil' minor scolding but still everyone loves rojak. We spent the afternoon eating and bitchin. And of cos, dabbling with scrabble. Is IQ a word? Or abbreviation? Hmmm... who cares for now. I managed to dump the Q - a 10pointer letter. My girlies were great. I had so much laughter, fussing over everything, poking fun at everything. We even adjourned to karaoke thereafter. They're just so drama. We even had supper after karaoke. Can you believe how much food i consume a day? I sat down and actually told myself i ate more than 6 meals a day the entire weekend from Friday night to Sunday night... praying darn hard it doesn't happen on Monday. Thankfully it didn't repeat on Monday or Tuesday. There's a picture of April, Me & Pris. Do we look alike? We all have tiny eyes. Hahaha.. envy us.

August 9th's National Day. Some had it easy, took a Monday off, and had a 4 day weekend. Some, like me, worked on Monday. Monday came along. I went to work. The mood is a bit sedated. Everyone's jus wishing the day gets over & done with. Everyone hates a Monday that is a Public Holiday Eve. After work, Had dinner with Mr. E @ home. Chilled for a while @ home. Went for Fondue Ice Cream at a part of Singapore where it's a mix of expat, a mix of bohemian, a mix of bad parking allocation, a mix of major roadworks, a mix of tons of magazines, a mix of restaurants. Angie came along with us. The fondue was yummy. I love it. In fact, i love ice cream. The sugar gets me a lil' high & happy. Called Kim to whine about no one wanting a drink. He said he's onz for it. So we went to start drinking at Lush / Onyx. I missed the fireworks, but i don't really care. I'm going more for drinks. :) I have to declare i'm back in love with Amaretto Sours. The drink i had while at cactus back in college days. Those who went to college with me would know our cactus friday. How much amaretto can that mug hold? Tons! & i love it. The recipe to a great amaretto sours is one part amaretto liqeur, one part sour mix, add a brandied cherry... and voila, your drink is served. it's so great, so girlie, so deceiving. Yes, you may call it the pussyfied drink. Doesn't kick u right there, but it hits you slow after a few of them. You drink it like it's just a plum drink. I had a couple, before we adjourned to Zouk... went to winebar and slightly overdid my drinks. Got onto the cab and slept like a baby. Hmmm... but it's fine. All in the name of having birthday celebrations eh. In conjunction with our country's very own.

I'm a filial kid. I woke up after a night of drinks at 11am to bring my grandma and mom to have dim sum. Yes, i'm a good kid. and then drive them everywhere to shop. Hahaha, once again, i'm a good kid.

*pass the barf bags out to everyone*
cheers to a good week ahead.

Friday, August 05, 2005

drunk drivin...

You can see the sign whenever you travel out at night. The sign that beams brightly right into your eyes stating : TP OPS TONIGHT. PLS DRIVE SAFELY. Hint One : the number of roadblocks outside stretches of bars & clubs... none are spared... during weekends & holidays gave some indication about the seriousness of the situation. I fail to still see that light. Hint Two : friends & associates getting caught at such roadblocks gave some indication about the seriousness of the situation. I still fail to see the light.

There was a lil' newsclip tonight on Channel5 News. The scene was awful. It took place right outside Bangkok. Scene : Some tow truck guys were loading up a motorcycle onto the tow truck. Out zooms past this 4 by 4 who wipes out the four guys... mounts onto the tow truck... get lodged... moves the tow truck a couple of metres. Sadly a tow truck guy was caught under that 4 by 4's wheels... and i think he's dead. This is about drunk driving. About how drink driving kills lives. The driver of the 4 by 4 denied he drank. The other tow truck guys punched him. I can sense the anger, the hurt, and the pain. I too lost a loved one through drunk driving.

The guy that i acknowledge as my brother. The guy i went through college with. My "family" away from my family. Along with Dennis & Sanford, we are just one unbelievable 3 guys & a gurl. I was their lil' sister. I get what i want. They treat me like a queen. I still remember like it was yesterday. And of cos, the anger, the hurt and the pain that i went through on the day he left us. The feeling a lot of people couldn't understand, especially since they sees us as friends. Through all these, you realize how much your "family" means to you. How much effort is needed to keep a group together. How much love you need to share before it's too late.

I just wanted to say i miss you, bro.

Thursday, August 04, 2005

Mambo Music --- Laughter, Fun & Let's blame it on the boogie...

Mid Week Drinks. Mambo Night. Zouk Winebar.
This has been a recurring activity lately. We're a working bunch of peeps, bearing signs of tiredness after work. We had dinner (... it's sushi) .... and then we decided to go for drinks.

We sat, ordered my fave martell green tea and we just started our crazy talk... My face turned red, as my lil' reaction to the alcohol. We were jus chilling out. The winebar was quiet. I decided to take out my camera (yes i know i know, it's a beauty) and the photo-whoring starts without needing me to actually signal for them to rally together. Yep, that's Ben acting cute. Ben, pls pls pls... i nearly died laughing when i uploaded the pik-cher. We started off poking fun at each other. It was a night of coughing ( i can't help but poke fun of it, Ben started it), and singing mambo songs. Yes we were singing mambo songs....And we were not even inside zouk. Yes the crazy group decided to ask each other about mambo songs that we can all recall.

It started with "Blame it on the boogie" by Big Fun. Dennis totally mocked it. Errrrr... Dennis, bad move. It's my all time favorite mambo tune. I can't believe i admitted that i actually do the actions even when i hear the song on the radio while driving. Dennis and me actually started doing the moves to don't blame it on the sunshine, don't blame it on the moonlight, don't blame it on the good times, blame it on boogie... Then we went onto Square Room dancing...and of cos , Summer Rain became a hit within us. I remember a long list of the songs... and of cos the actions. Hahaha, they branded me the true blue mambo queen. I mean... i've been through SOOO MANY years of mambo. The nu breed of mambo-goers make me feel ashamed of myself. Hahahaha, but then again mambo's really funny at times. What's mambo without synchronized actions

However, as much as i would like to stay awake, i'm tired and i need sleep. We ended the night by 12ish... i got into the car, and i slept like a baby, despite the awesome surround sound provided by Ben-dalous & Dennis. Gawd, u guys are so noisy, yet i slept through it. Call me the queen of sleeping. Ben calls me the sleeping beauty.

Dennis, for totally laughing at you... and making you do the same motion for camera... i apologize, so here's a really nice pik-cher of us. And once again, COUGH COUGH...

Cheers... Half the work week is gon

Saturday, July 30, 2005

Kuala Lumpur


Kuala Lumpur
Originally uploaded by daftbitch.

What landmark best rep KL to ya? Hmmm... is it perhaps the Petronas Twin Towers? Or the Sepang International Circuit? I bet many of friends would say the Sepang International Circuit (SIC) or also known as the F1 KL track. The evo club guys went for their mini track day Saturday morning. We convoy up at about 4.30 frigging am, battling the thunderous storms that threatens to take our vehicles off the road, and of cos, the aggressiveness of malaysian cars. Having a group of 20 cars driving together isn't an easy job. Hahaha... the first car tends to be driving the slowest... while the last car (sweeper) tends to be driving at a speed close to about two times what the first car is cruising at.

The track day was fun... apart from a few minor glitches here & there. The look on the boys' faces that is alike to the lil' kids expression of "wooohooo, i'm in the candy shop and can buy whatever i want" is just priceless. There's always the my car is better than yours, so don't pway pway... So there we were, spending the entire morning, satisfying the speed junkies. There's also the usual gossip. I mean, what's a day without gossiping? Of cos, motorsports being still a dominant male-sport. Our % of male is still more than 80%. Yes ...men gossip as much as women. Hard to believe but true...

Mr. E and i had planned not to stay the night, and drive back the very day. I pity him. I was knocked out from the exhaustion from not sleeping the night before. And he had to just drive for more than 12 hours the entire day. Doesn't really help when i hate engaging 1st gear on the car either, thus lamenting about driving. Hahaha I promise i will learn to be a better & faster driver. But i drive slow... I don't drive beyond 120km per hour in Malaysia.. heh heh! I'm a good gurl.... :)

To the guys : more pik-chers are available. pls msn me for details. Cheers...

Tuesday, July 26, 2005

Thoughts...

Chilled. Calm. Collected. Tired. Stressed. Worry. All these thoughts went rapidly through my mind, as i sat in my car, listening to my mp3s loaded onto my K700i. Howie Day's Collide is still one song that makes me jus wanna sit there, and stare out at the dark blue sky.... no clouds, no stars, it's a clear night.

Am i headed for another burnout? I don't think so. The adrenaline rushes i get from planning, to rolling, to successfully implementing projects feels good. My skin should improve its radiance, but alas, it got worse. Perhaps i really need more sleep. I've been good, i haven't been drinking, but i can't get to sleep. The weight & burden of projects is keeping my nrg really low. Each time i get stressed out, i either power-nap or i just lie awake wondering the logic behind the wiring and the flow of diagram. Do i always think about my work?

Went to Kuala Lumpur today, with my client, to help troubleshoot his equipment. Of cos, being a lil' daft, i managed to resolve it quite slowly. We came back the very day. yes, it was tiring, but it feels good to be away from office, for a change, and from running to and fro a couple of appointments a day. i think the US weather suits my skin a lil' way better.

Should i stay or should i go....?
*hums Should I Stay by Dreamz FM ....*
Anyone remembers this song from Channel 5's Chemistry. Yep, i love the song

Had a drive
Driven by your love
But when you messed around
I lost the drive I found

Thought you needed
Needed someone true
But you changed your mind
Or had I failed you?

Wish you’d been
Careful with my heart
But you tore it apart
And broke an angel’s heart

The kiss was true
Has to end somehow
But I am livin’ proof of what love is about

It’s hard holding you
Loving you, losing you
It’s sad to be true
And be fooled by you
I don’t know (I don’t know)
I gotta know
Should I stay or should I go?

You played me on
Played me like a clown
But I feel for you
Eventhough I’m down

My heart is heavy
Heavy like a rock
But I am so amused
You’re still in my thoughts

It’s hard holding you
Loving you, losing you
It’s sad to be true
And be fooled by you
I don’t know (I don’t know)
I gotta know
Should I stay or should I go?

Oooohh…should I stay?
Should I go?

It’s hard holding you
Loving you, losing you
It’s sad to be true
And be fooled by you
I don’t know (I don’t know)
I wanna know
Should I stay or should I…?

This time its done
It’ll never feel the same
But we had some good times
Guess it’s sad just the same

I guess the truth
Doesn’t matter somehow
But you were livin’ proof of what love is about...

Sunday, July 24, 2005

Cool

For those not in the know, i got called Foolish... by some anonymous computer hero. Thinking back, it's hilarious. My blog is somewhat an online diary. yes Mr Brown is gonna be angry at the term of online diary, but i kinda use it to track my life. So I am surprised i actually have people (who are not my friends, or people that i know) reading them. A form of flattery on its own. My blog must have its merits for some nosy parkers to stick their nose into, eh? We're talking daily reader too... I know my clients read them, but that's cool cause they know my personality, and who i am. For someone who really don't care about public opinion, i got really worked up. I slowed in my tracks later and just laughed it off. Hahaha, but cheers to my friends who kind of stood up for me. I am so appreciative of you guys. Let's now see how my blog turns into a mini-mud-slinging fest. And to think my best bud K told his dudes that their pik-cher won't get famous, cos i have zero readership. tsk tsk...

I'm cool with whatever's that happen.

I am completely taken by the song "Cool" by Gwen Stefani. The MTV for it is fantastic. I am in love with it. Was telling K about this song and mention "i can't sing this song ever...", he asked "why???". I laughed and replied "cos i don't talk to any of the ex in such close terms, would love to but it's hard... i'm a ruthless bitch." The song is about being friends with the ex, and of course, being able to hang around his new chick.

Lyrics to Cool by Gwen Stefani... :

It's hard to remember how it felt before
Now I found the love of my life
Passes things, get more comfortable
Everything is going right

And after all the obstacles
It's good to see you now with someone else
And it's such a miracle that you and me are still good friends
After all that we've been through
I know we're cool
I know we're cool

We used to think it was impossible
Now you call me by my new last name
Memories seem like so long ago
Time always kills the pain

Remember Harbor Boulevard
The dreaming days where the mess was made
Look how all the kids have grown, oh
We have changed but we're still the same
After all that we've been through
I know we're cool
I know we're cool

Yeah, I know we're cool

And I'll be happy for you
If you can be happy for me
Circles and triangles
And now we're hanging out with your new girlfriend
So far from where we've been
I know we're cool
I know we're cool

C-cool, I know we're cool
I know we're cool

*sings along...*
This is the kinda song to tell someone you used to love. Afterall, the person was once the love of your life. To just lose any friendship whatsoever is a pity, i would think. But it's also difficult to start off as friends ever. It's just too hard. Hmmm....

I know it's saturday night... yes i am home. Also was home on Friday. too tired & lazy to head out to club. besides, it ain't safe to drink & drive. ehhh... it's dangerous. hahahaha... and there's always ops nowadays. K doesn't allow it, told me to take a cab instead. Doh. Dumb K, Dumb K, Dumb K.

Thursday, July 21, 2005

National Kidney Foundation vs. Singapore Press Holdings

So the case is all over the papers. The revelation of National Kidney Foundation's Chief Executive Mr. T.T. Durai's pay of estimated S$ 600, 000 annually came as a shocker. For your info, National Kidney Foundation raises money pleading for donations for its kidney patients ... and now branching out to involve cancer patients.

We're talking about SIX HUNDRED thousands. Not one, or two thousand, it's SIX HUNDRED thousand dollars. That's way a lot. Senior Counsel Mr. Davinder Singh, representing Singapore Press Holdings (SPH) asked a question that just keep ringing in my head "if a man earns S$ 1000 a month, and donates S$ 50 thinking it will be saving lives, should they not know how much you earn"... to Durai. Durai obviously said No.

Well i donate to NKF regularly. But i feel this is a time, as good as any, to STOP. 1stly, he earns six hundred thousand dollars. I'm sure a CEO like him should earn lesser, especially from NKF (an organization that is using public donations to run its business). 1st class travel should never be allowed. I know of many corporate & governmental bodies instructing their high & mighty to travel economy or at most, business class. It's ridiculous wasting public donations on these lil' things in life.

Durai also had a gold tap changed in his office suite bathroom for S$ 990.00. It's expensive by Mr. Singh's standard, and obviously by mine too. Oh goodness...

So for now, i'm upset. And i think they should go ahead and disclose everyone else's salary who are counting on the public for its running costs. Yes, i am upset. Imagine how much S$ 600 000 can do? One year.

To put things to perspective, S$ 600000 can buy you four Mitsubishi evolutions, OR ten Honda Fit/Jazz, OR ten Hyundai Matrix, or twelve Kia Picanto, or gadzillion Louis Vuitton. Putting things closer to my peers, average salary is S$ 30, 000 among us. So that's like 20 of our pay. Ridiculous.

Arghhhh....


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Today's 21st of July. The original NKF post was posted on 12th July. But i have decided to bring the post up, because it makes me boil when i read an anonymous computer hero's comment about it. He posted the 3rd comment on the situation, in which he wrote :

I have to admit that I am profoundly shocked at your comments regarding the NKF issue.
While no one in their right mind would dispute that the CEO of NKF was grossly overpaid, it is disappointing to know that while you agree with most Sporeans on this, you choose instead to view it as a lost opportunity to spend that $600K on LV bags, Mitsubishi Evos and whatever other cars that you fancy, as opposed to how far that sum of money can go to helping those in need.

I'm sure you are not aware that every 3 seconds, a child dies from extreme poverty, a situation that is defined as earning less than US$1 per day (LV handbags anyone???). In addition, more than 1,000 babies in Africa are infected by aids EVERYDAY either during childbirth or by their mothers' milk.

While you are certainly entitled to your own (foolish) opinions, I hope you will wise up and realize that there are millions of impoverished and aids-stricken children that will never have a chance to SEE a LV bag or a Mitsubishi Evo, let alone enjoy one.

Regards
One who hopes to make a difference

http://www.one.org

This is what i have to say to this guy. You got guts then please go ahead and post your email or correspondence, so that i can send that 600K to you, and let you attend an English language school or at least, go back to primary school and learn English Comprehension . I did say PERSPECTIVE. I am putting things into perspective that the amount Mr. T.T. Durai earn is totally ludicrous, based on what my peers and me earn. Perhaps you earn much more, perhaps you could donate all of your 600K to the charity, or even attend a English language school.

That being said, i'll let you take a beating from my fellow friends.