my lil' trip : Vegas & LA...

Just returned from US. I had the chance to return for a short lil' trip, to visit family, friends and to recharge my burnt out body. I seemed to have given my body a good total crazy wipeout kinda bashing... to head straight to burnt out land. And this is nothing liken to burn out on the PlayStation2 or XBox games. It just feels good to be away for a while.

My flight had a six hour layover in Taipei. And that sucked. The moment, we got into LA, we drove straight to Las Vegas. Yes, Vegas baby.... Yea, Las Vegas, Nevada baby... the city that never sleeps. The lights that are brilliant, and where you can possibly go around the world all in a place... from the streets of Paris, to the Vienna waters... to Fiery waters... to the most number of LV stores i see in one tiny stretch of road. Singapore have like 3. & we're much bigger than the strip in Vegas. but they have like... 3 or 4, all within a mile of each other.

Truly the architecture is magnificent. Vegas promises a view that left me breathless. There's the Venetian, Paris, Bellagio, Mirage, MGM, and of cos... Monte Carlo. Yep, that hotel from the tv sitcom "Las Vegas". I really enjoyed the sights, despite being a lil' jet lagged from that long flight, and going there from Singapore. It's been a long way, baby. The synchronization of the fountain right outside Bellagio is awesome, and so mind-boggling, that i had to watch it like four times. It's that good! Of course, even after all these years, Mirage's fiery performance still leaves me in awe. Of cos, that addictive ring of the Jackpot machines are alluring... and the enticement of the texas hold'em is there. But i did not get the time nor chance to partake in any form of such risk-taking activity.

Hahaha... then after that lil' 3 day trip, it's back to LA. Back to visiting my old friends, and to chill out, and just shop. I did take another 2 day trip down to San Diego to visit the one love true love of my life : Shamu. I have a thing for killer whales, and it's been years since i last visited Sea World. Shamu has a junior right now. And the sights off Mission Bay is just awesome.

Don't know why, but it sure feels good to be back in SoCal. Oh, and the one thing i realize about Californians is despite the fact the weather is freezing, think about low 50s fahrenheit (a bit weird for SoCal to be this cold during late Feb), and we have our jackets on, we're still walking around in flip flops. Hahaha! I love SoCal.

More about back to Purdue on my next blog. Yes, i went back to Purdue, and met some guys from ThePurdueDiaries.

the most amazing girls in da world..

I have a bunch of my girlfriends over for Chinese (i give up on the word "lunar") New Year. It became a must-do for every Chinese New Year. We had our usual lo-hei and of cos, steamboat. Though i can't quite recall if we did steamboat dinner last year too. Hmmm...

We ended up with double celebrations : CNY & Pris' Birthday. I think most of us would agree we had a great night, huddling around one pot of soup, and chatting about everything under the sun, with an occassional DUH! moment. Thanks to April's choice of a great cake for Pris' birthday celebration. We had great yummy chocolate cake & ice cream. Yes, i know it's fattening. But a bunch of girls when together like to totally eat, and eat, and eat. It doesn't matter. We don't have to make an impression on anyone of us.

Come to think of it. Most of us have been friends since Primary School, and tightening our friendship in Secondary school. Some things just don't change. Sia Meihwan is still lazy, but though way noisier. Rulin's just Rulin, sibeh auntie leh. Clara's still smiling silly at her cellphone each time a text message comes in, which is obvious it's from her other half. April is helping to clean up, as usual. Pris is photo-whoring as usual. Jeanie is just Jeanie, sitting around, disappearing some time for some breather. Angie just smiles, and helps out with April with the cleaning up. I ...i...well, i am just making myself look busy.

Well... i'm looking to spending more time with the girls.
And before i forget, HAPPY BIRTHDAY PRIS, we love you...

weight loss...

I lost some weight in the last 2 weeks. Which is rather amazing, considering it was Lunar New Year. Yep, i call it Lunar New Year to be more politically correct, cos it's not just Chinese who are celebrating this Lunar New Year, it may be caucasians too with a Chinese parentage / heritage. Lunar New Year, i spent a lot of time, sleeping and munching on goodies. I prolly eat too much cookies & pastries for lunch or dinner.

Back to the point, i lost 2kg. My new year's resolution to lose weight is coming true. And thinking about power to weight ratio, perhaps i will gain on my speed. Maybe, but what's 2kg? 2kg is the weight difference between certain models of cast iron rims to forged rims. Like duh?!?! 2kg also marks the weight of carbon fibre bonnet to the standard ones that we have. Like duh?!?! 2kg is really negligible amount of weight, but it certainly does show on anyone's body. To a ONE TONNE car? 2kg is really wtf?

So i guess i have to start working out. Been reading a couple of trialthletes' & biathletes' & sports nuts' journals or blogs, and feeling really inspired to exercise and start working out. to run. clock some miles. to tone up the fats. to feel good.

However, the thoughts about heading towards Fat Burger Land is making me think twice... I'm actually looking forward to The Cheesecake Factory, Fat Burger, In & Out Burger, ooohhhh also krispy kreme... hahaha.... in a week too.

Hmmm...ssshhhh... think i just sit back & chill. way easierrrrrrr.

friends ...

Some time ago, a friend asked me would i be able to handle it if a day should come, and i wasn't able to ever keep in touch with a friend cause the other half hates it, my reply was No. Simply cos i always am a 100% friend, with 100% of sincerity and true care & concern. If my conscience is clear, and i'm truly friends, what is there to fear? Is it worth risking your best friend for this shit? What my friend did was a disappointment to me, even if the deed was not onto me. I actually sat there, thought about it, and shed some tears. Though we're friends, i cannot tell when the friend will turn away. I rather reserve my own thoughts & concern, than to face a sudden goodbye. To my friend : i judge because i can, you did what you had to do, and i'll do what i have to. Forgive me if i turn ugly.

From the Sugarbabes' song "Ugly" :
People are all the same, and they only get judge by what they do.
Personality reflects name, and if i'm ugly, then so are you, so are you.


*note to all: the ugly is just a personality term. I'm still pretty ok?

discuss with disgust...

I am so utterly disgusted by some guys recently at a car club meeting. I have never met such ill-bred men in my life. Needless to say, my impression of them is just low. I don't think they work for their cars, they prolly are their mama's little boy and had their parents buy their rides for them. I may be bitchy and noisy, but that does not make me a person lesser than them. So shuddup and learn to be nicer.
But the ill-bred and catty remarks they make, especially towards me, shall go down in history, and have me to bitchsmack them right back, and put them to place.

Lesson learnt : Know who you're dealing with, before you bitch.

i kena Tomorrowed

Yea i kena ( kena means got, usage: i kena tomorrowed, meaning i got tomorrowed) tomorrow-ed for my wedding dinner post. Hahaha.
Mid-Week. Bored & a lil' crazy. Stressed over work.
3 more work days to go.

*gasp* yes... it's a hello kitty car.

Though the picture is a little blur, it's hello kitty decals staring right at you. It's a lil' Daihatsu Move (uh huh, for those who don't know, it's a car called Move by Daihatsu). It's painted candy pink and has Hello Kitty decals and memorabilia.

I know i know what are you guys going to say. I know. Trust me i know. It's amazing. I actually like it. And this can only happen in Malaysia. I took this pikcher while in Malaysia today doing some Lunar New Year shopping. I can't help but giggle. I love Hello Kitty. She's so cute & pink. Heh heh, ok, i'm going to stop sounding so beambotic.

Did i also mention the car was driven by a guy? *gasp* yes....

i found my new love...

Walking down that tarmac, with the heat beating down upon my shoulders, i can't help but gawk. It's my dream. HE stares at me, as if beckoning me to move towards him. He was a piece of work. Breathtakingly cute. He is the closest thing i can get to, to fulfill my dreams. He zoomed past me, albeit a lil' slow. But still, he was a piece of work. He is none other than my little minibike.

The adrenaline rush from the wind, the understeer and oversteering had never fail to bring a smile to my face on that trusty lil' go kart. What added to the joy of a go kart Saturday was to be able to ride on a bike. Yes, finally. My dad has always forbidded me to ride a bike. Race cars, yes. Race go karts, yes. Race bikes, NO NO NO. The same answer from my mom. Why? Simple : cos it's dangerous.

My lil' minibike is really tiny. I got a lil' racebike. and a semi little racebike to ride on Saturday. Good things come in small packages. And it really pack some speed + power in that little machine. I had a rush "zooming" in it. Standing at less than 50cc, with only one gearing, it ain't gonna be the fastest machine alive. But when it's so small, and you can lift it like any bicycle, it packs some punch.

But the pain i got from that cramped position of riding the minibike left me speechless. I wonder what the taller people would feel ....

For more pikchers, please see my flickr set.

8 reasons to avoid any "auntie" wedding dinners?

"Auntie" wedding dinners are what i define, as wedding dinners of Mommy's friend's kids. In short, none of my frigging business. So what am i doing there? Being the filial one, i was my mom's escort for the night.

The 8 reasons why i avoid "auntie" wedding dinners...

1. I get bored. really bored. read : SUPA DUPA bored. i don't know anyone. everyone on the same table are typically from same "auntie" group. i don't even know why i am made to go there.
   
2. "Auntie" group is normally made up of a group of mahjong playing / karaoke frenzied / cha cha dancing / community centre cooking class friends, associates, or chums. Which equate to me not knowing jack to start a conversation.
3. I am forced to eat so much. every auntie & uncle on the same table would always start " young people should eat more to grow stronger, taller", which got me thinking "what taller? i'm already quarter century dude. no more growing, my puberty is over".
4. I am designated driver, since mommy's drinking with her friend whose kid is getting married, and also doubles up as driver for the rest of the "auntie" group who stays in the same area.
5. I become everyone's lil' resident 女大十八變. Everyone coos "wahhh, so big already", which got me thinking "what grew bigger? my boobs ain't growing big, i'll be jumping through the roof if they are. my waistline is remaining constant, no thanks to growing fat."
6. I get lectured. Uncles & aunties going "why not eating this? why not eating that? why are you now not doing this?" Errr... alloe, i wish i can sing "it's my life, don't you forget..." Like as though it's going to affect them, if i skip that bit of fried chicken with garlic. Come on, fried chicken with garlic, how can you eat such nasty stuff?
7. I'm forced to become a mannequin. I can already hear my mom going "wear this & that, put some makeup on, and smile". I ain't going to impress Auntie A's son, or Auntie B's son, i'm dolled up to be my mom's lil' pride & joy to tell the world she has a daughter that is gorgeous. err,... wait a minute, i'm so sure most aunties know that already.
8. THE ULTIMATE REASON why i dread "auntie" wedding dinners : I hate being asked by all the aunties "when are you getting married". My current classic retort : not before i am 30. Their next attack would be "Oh no bf? i introduce Auntie A's son to you", which makes me wanna jump out of my lil' frilly dress to bitchsmack them and yell "i'm gorgeous, i need no introductions.

The only reason why i still go... despite the 8 reasons : MY MOM. to accompany her. nuff' said.


Why did i list 8 reasons? because it's Cheena wedding dinner, auspicious ma...and aunties love the number 8, and the whole 發啊 mindset. If you ever need more reasons, holler back at me. Do i really need to be asked When am i getting married?, or I introduce you to so and so?, NO, of course not... i am gorgeous.

MacWorld starts today...

woohooo... Mac World starts today...
So what can we expect from Steve Jobs this time round? What can we expect from his keynote speech?
Better iShuffles? Better iPods? Better iBooks? Better PowerMacs?
One thing's for sure : MacIntel. I wonder whether it'll be that much better.

Over dinner today at Shashlik, mom raised an eyebrow when i mentioned i want a MacIntel.
Now that speaks volume without words.
It reads : CanNOT buy. :P oh well...

GoKart Saturday... a really wet day indeed

What a miracle for me to get my ass up on a Saturday morning by 930am to head into JB, Malaysia to indulge in some speed. Lo & behold, it rained, it poured, it rained, it poured. The ride into JB was smooth on Chunkie Munkie. I had a bit of sleep, with some snoring involved.

The go karting trip was uber fun. Some serious drifting ala Initial D done by Mr. E & Daniel. Dan can't stop going on and on about drifting. Damnit. I am so scared, that I went easy on my throttle. Kart 14 was my 1st kart, but i hated the juttering and bad vibrations the kart gave me, but the handling was so good. Changed to kart 13 on my 2nd run. The handing was so bad, u had to turn and throttle at the same time, beat that. We karted in the rain, i wished my helmet had a little windshield wiper. A wiper that could clear the puddles off my face, the minute they get on. I had to depend my manual wiper ala my hand. There were puddles everywhere... and it went "splishy splashy" each time the kart ran by a puddle, which meant i got pissed drenched.

Drenched till i got fed up. My tee got wet, my jeans got wet... my bra got wet.
but still uber fun...









I slept like a log on Saturday night at 11pm... sleeping straight well into Sunday at 12 noon.

Happy Birthday Dennis...

A few of us gathered together to celebrate Dennis' 27th Birthday on Friday night @ Ministry of Sound ... imajin, 27th... and the whole bunch of us in the picture are only turning 26... ooops, sorry, 18.

It's amazing how we got to know each other. Dennis is a friend of Jeannie, whom she introduced to me, whom i thereafter introduced to Angie. And who organized his birthday? His childhood buddy, Alfred, whom we all know. And you know what... the girls who went are 3 of us, Jeannie, Angie and me. Heh heh :) weird... how everyone knows someone.

Nonethelesss, i have a great photostream on my flickr for the night.
Happy Birthday Dennis... you're such a whore...

Crush of the month : Dermot Mulroney

Warning : Spoilers Ahead

I went for my 1st movie of '06. I need to remind myself it's the 5th Jan'06, not '05. damnit. But back to the movie. It's The Family Stone, and it's packed with stars : Rachel McAdams ( Mean Girls & Hot Chick fame), Sarah Jessica Parker (Sex & The City fame), Luke Wilson, Claire Danes, Diane Keaton & of course... Dermot Mulroney.
Story : Dermot brings SJP home to meet his parents & his notoriously crazy family, who "hates" SJP. Of course, to SJP this is like the worst nightmare. SJP ends up sleeping with Luke, who's Dermot's bro. And Dermot ends up liking Claire, who's SJP's sister. This sounds really weird, but overall good movie.

Dermot stars in a lot of movies that i love, like My Best Friend's Wedding as Julia Robert's best friend, in the Wedding Date as the paid escort for Debra Messing, and now The Family Stone... He's cute tho a lil' too old. but still charming... look at his pikchers and tell me what's there not to like. I've been told not to use the word "heart" as in i heart someone. duhhh...

When i saw his face, i am reminded of The Wedding Date... and the song "home" sung by Michael Buble. Go watch the movies he acts in... and be swept off your feet.

2005 in review

2005 just past. And now it's 2006.

I haven't been blogging, i choose to spend the time with my loved ones, and catching up on my sleep to re-energize myself for 2006. and to give my life some privacy.

I wondered whether i should post the pikchers (incriminating ones, no less) of my last 2005 party... which happened last friday. then i thought "why not, one picture won't kill". Doggie made a guest appearance finally to MOS. Hahaha, yes, he went. Everyone was shocked. Rarity, but he did say it's fun... and we should do it again. I had a great time with the friends i often swapped car info with, the guys i bitched with over lunch + starbucks, and how we're all closet drinkers. Damn... heh heh. It's seriously good fun.

I had a blissful year. Some ups & downs. Some memories that are meant to be shelved away forever. Some memories to be kept close to my heart. Some personal achievements that i am really proud of, and some i rather not speak of ever again. I guess it's the same for everyone. We all have a little something that we keep, and stuff we throw. Here's to the 2006...

Resolutions for 2006 :

1. Lose some flab. Lose some weight. (lose the beer gut...)
   
2. Shop less ( i don't think this is going to happen)
3. Manage my P & L way better, and my own finances way better, bring back to pt.2 ...

I guess that's it. I don't have a lot of request.









Eve has left the building...
i'm tired, and need to prepare for a full year battle @ work for '06

Happy New Year everyone...

Happy New Year everyone...
Originally uploaded by daftbitch.

Happy New Year everyone...

i know i haven't been blogging.

too tired & lazy to blog.

fyi, didn't party the entire New Year weekend ahead...

Any New Year ' 06 resolution? Let's share them...

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.