One Little Twit

2006-01-20T11:24:00.000+08:00

I Am So Sleepy

2005-08-17T08:45:00.000+08:00

You know it's funny how when you were cast into a regime, you swear, you roar, you rebel, you squirm, you try your best-est to get out of it and when you finally attained your heart desires, you start reminiscing days of the past and now it finally appeals to you after all these years, like the wearing of the uniform.

The almost-impromptu gathering involving 6 women who were ex-schoolmates took place at Takashimaya's Coffee Club. To revive your memory, there was Miss Exotic Specie (ES), the one who now has a toddler Pipa Quek to her credit. There was Miss Long-Legged (LL), the one due to get engaged on Christmas Day this year. There is Miss Lawyer (LW), the one who left Singapore 5 years ago and has never managed to stay in Singapore for more than a month. Then there is Miss Kawaii (K) who is also getting married within half a year from now and finally there is Miss Shu Nu (SN) and myself (OLT).

Below is the conversation between these six women who are not so young anymore and bordering on the point of 'auntie-ness':

ES: Eh, i want to wait for someone to get pregnant together with me leh! It is no fun getting pregnant alone. The queue at the gynae is always very long and lonely.
OLT: LL, where are you holding your engagement? Are you going to wear pretty pretty?
LL: I am booking Aloha. The theme is retro!
OLT: Retro? I love retro!!! I am retro!!
LL: Yeah, might need to borrow your disco ball.
OLT: Alright man.
ES: Eh, there is this alumni dinner thing sent out from St. John. I received the email.
OLT: Wah, how did you get on that mailing list?
ES: I don't know, they just sent it to our emails.
K: Yeah, i got it too.
LW: I think what OLT was trying to say was that why you all never change your email addresses at all for a long time.
OLT: Yeah!
ES: So are we going to the Alumni dinner?
K: It sounds fun leh.
OLT: It sounds like Romy and Michele's High School Reunion kind of thing.
ES: So are we going?
LL: If you all want to go, then i'll go lor.
OLT: I don't believe it. It has been 8 years since we left Dunman and now we are going back as lao cha bor.
ES: Okay what! So are we going? Is the place air-conditioned by the way?
LL: There are only two places they can hold it which is the hall or the basketball court. I don't think it will be air-conditioned.
SN: And they won't hold in on the carpet grass either. The grass is too expensive!

At this point in time, OLT gave a disgrunted look as all the rest of the ladies started twittering about how to get uniforms and words spun into a haze around her. By the time she woke up from her daydreams ...

SN: So we must dress like delinquents.
OLT: Huh?
ES: We are going to wear school uniforms to LL's engagement party! I want to wear the TKGS uniform!
OLT: Because it is green right?
ES: *thought for a while* Yeah!!
OLT: Are we going to wear elephant socks and the laciest bras we could find?

Lacy bra

Striped Elephant Socks

SN: And more! We are going to wear the watches with the biggest watch face we can find and wear and carry Eastpak!

I used to carry a dark blue Eastpak.

OLT: I am afraid that i might not be able to button up my uniform since i ...
ES: The point is not to button up! Show the bra!
OLT: ...

I've been eating fishball noodles for the past 3 days at Millenia Foodcourt. I am becoming a fishball. I am a fishball.

Saturday Day and Night Fever

2005-08-13T16:03:00.000+08:00

Supposing supposing, i have no prior engagement on a Saturday, i would like to sit in with a book (if i have a book), kick my feet around in bed and an ice cold Coke Light to match. Coke Light, i insist. Because a girl cannot lie in bed and kick her feet around and yet drink the normal Coke which would add calories to her already lazy state.

But today, yes today, i have no prior definite engagement (today's engagements are those my absence would not be sorely missed) but yet i suddenly have the desire to be trigger-happy, go to the new library in town and watch a movie.

And perhaps i shall do just that. Because there is only one Saturday a week.

Singapore Sling

2005-08-11T10:52:00.000+08:00

This is infinitely weird. While trying to write an entry about how much i still feel for Singapore, the entry was 'deleted' two times by blogger due to maintenance. It must be a sign from Heaven. I shall expound my love no longer.

This Tall Male Canadian Fella

2005-08-10T00:34:00.000+08:00

I was told yesterday that i have an aptitude for fun and for that reason and others, i was also told that my latest crush on this tall male Canadian fella would not work out.

I have a crush on this tall male Canadian fella who was ironically, the very person i told myself i would never have a crush on almost half a year ago. Half a year ago, he and a group of three other people visited my then-office for a "tour" and i brought them around and i remembered telling myself how geeky he looked and so not the kind of guy i would have a crush on. And yes, i would now tell myself never to count the chickens before they hatch.

He also happened to be one of the interviewers for my current new job. I arrived that day at the reception area and saw him standing beside me, exchanging for a temporary pass to get through the security. A hunch told me to run ahead of him because that hunch told me that he could be my interviewer. And so i strode hastily to the lift and tried to press the lift doors close when he slid in smoothly.

He would not recognise me, i thought to myself and seconds later ... a "Hello D" wormed its way into my ears. "Are you my interviewer?" i asked and he gave me a sideway glance and uh huh-ed me. And i remembered thinking that sideway glance was adorable but my raging nerves overwhelmed me.

I saw him in Canada during my trip and this time, i remembered how adorable he was. He has very endearing mannerisms and i conversed with him much more during this period of time that gradually i built up more solid affection for him.

Me: "So you know how i felt for you?"
Him: "Yeah, i'm not totally inept you know. Only about 98%. But you also have to know that i am extremely shy."

And so i was talking to this other colleague, FE, who knew more about him yesterday about him and FE said it would not work out because he is so painfully shy, he basically shuts everyone out and is blissfully unaware of his feelings.

FE: He would never say he likes a girl.
Me: So you mean if ever one day i can make him say he likes me, i should go out with him?
FE: Yeah! Wait... on the other hand no, he would probably still mindfuck you. He wouldn't know how to handle a relationship because he has never been in one and i bet he has never even kissed a girl before.

(Why does that somehow sound even more appealing? Hmmm...)

FE: And both of you are so different. Ya-dah Ya-dah Ya-dah.....

And in my mind, what kept floating into my consciousness was my last day in Canada when he came to find me to say goodbye and we hugged (okay .. i hugged him and he hugged me back) and when i told him i would miss him, he said "I would miss you too" back.

What to make of it?

The Word I Call "Back"

2005-08-07T04:22:00.000+08:00

I love this picture so that i don't care about my privacy anymore. I love hydrangeas! Now that you have finished looking at the frowers, forget me.

I am finally back to Singapore.

I can't say i am exactly the happiest person around when i stepped into Toronto airport and boarded the 15 hours direct flight to Hong Kong. There were jumbled and disorderly sounds i heard in my head and i could not even put them into words. I stared solemnly out of the tiny plane window, saying farewell to the abundant flowers and green green trees, flat flat buildings and as a finale, to the place i have grown to love in merely a month.

I love the people here. I love the weather. I love Tim Hortons. I love everything.

And in my heart, i know what i love the most. My absolute freedom.

I love being anybody i want to be in Canada.

It's just that sometimes i think Singapore has this stifling effect on people. Singapore makes you feel that you want to be someone. You have to study hard. You have to get a good job. You have to carry a Gucci or an LV to distinguish your "establishment". You have to be popular. You have to be. You have to be. You have to be. And in my whole life, i've never wanted to be. I have never wanted to be anyone more than what i already am and ask that people accept me.

But i shall not complain because going to Canada on an almost all paid expense was a once in a lifetime's dream. And like all other dreams, i know it is going to end. But unlike all other dreams, this one gave me real hope. During the past month, i cleared my brains well. I put aside worries and i live everyday like it is meant to be. I was happy and coming back, i shall be happy. I touched down on Hong Kong airport and i felt so happy when i received multiple messages from friends asking for my flight details so that they could welcome me from the airport. I actually landed in Singapore early and was gratified to see Sandra, Makanguru and Brennan were there to help me carry my luggage and sent me home to deposit my stuff. I felt so loved! And for the people who wanted to come but couldn't, thank you.

And i remembered going to bed "jetlaggedly" at 10 am in the next morning (simply because i couldn't sleep) and smiling a little to myself thanking angels that there are still friends around to make everything better.

On hindsight, i went to watch Dim Sum Dollies after being suitably miffed at missing one of Corrinne May's concert while i was in Canada.

And i am interested on attending the following:

National Day 2005: Street Artists

World Music Month: Salsa, Samba & Bossa Nova by Lounge Lizards.

While You Were Sleeping by Darren Soh.

Time, Phase, Print - The 25th Anniversary

Late Nite @ Esplanade:
Sound Therapy by Electrico.

Late Nite @ Esplanade: Young Ladies of Jazz by Dawn Ho and Michaela Therese.

I am finding people to join me for the above events.

Hey you

2005-08-06T04:46:00.000+08:00

I am back. :)

TO for Toronto

2005-07-25T22:38:00.000+08:00

Over the weekends, we went up to Toronto which was about an hour's ride away from Kitchener-Waterloo when you are driving at 160 km/hr.

Unlike Kitchener-Waterloo which felt really safe (Yew Jin enlightened me that K-W is a retirement area and that will account for all the old folks i saw the past week!), Toronto had a sense of danger lurking. Maybe for one, i am not used to seeing so much 'creative energy' on the streets, every free space was maximised and utilised with spraypaint and even on the trucks.

21/07
Anyway, we went up to CN Tower at about 10 pm. Once on top at the Observatory Tower, i was awestruck as my vision swept over the entire city dotted with lights. It was said that on a clear day, i could even see the Niagara Falls which was probably 3 hours away from CN Tower. The wind there was so strong, it almost swept me off my feet. And all those who know me surely knows that to sweep me off my feet is no mean feat. The gust of wind was hell strong! I was vaguely afraid that my cardigan would act as a semi parachute and send me flying away and i was glad for the wire netting all around.

We cruised around John Street and Adelaide Street to go clubbing afterwards as we wanted to experience clubbing in a different land (and because i showed my male colleagues pictures of the women taken at some well-known clubs and when all they saw tua neh-nehs, they made up their mind to go). However the streets were filled with rappers-lookalikes, busty blondes, gothic femme fatales and WWF wannabes. The whole place looked menacing. Police patrolled around the areas with horses and harley davidsons. We could not find a club to go into actually as it was late and the clubs were closing.

23/07
In the morning, we went over to Harbourfront Centre which was filled with yachts and sailboats and a great big schooner named 'Kajama' with 75 years of history. We took a leisurely one and a half hours cruise on the blue blue waters looking up at the blue blue skies and the white white clouds. My heart went pink pink with excitement.
We discarded the car at some carpark and bought daypasses to sit on the streetcars (the electric trams) and take the subway to Eaton Centre to do some shopping.

24/07
Went on a two and a half hours ride (because someone told us it was grand) to Grand Bend (it's a beach) and it's not at all grand! This is one of the times i felt East Coast Park is more beautiful than other beaches. The only attraction about the Grand Bend was the colourful village stores along the sides of the road leading to the beach. The drive was pretty scenic though with a lot of cows and horses and haystacks. We passed by a small town Stratford which was very peaceful and i bought Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince in the 7-11 there (i finished it in less than 4 hours).

Habis. Now is monday morning and me is working. Till the next.

Good Weather

2005-07-20T02:37:00.000+08:00

The lovely afternoon sun at a temperature of 24 degrees celsius.

Canada Quirks

2005-07-19T23:12:00.000+08:00

I'm sorry if i didn't manage to read any of your links for this one month. I will do that when i return to good old Singapore but right now, the temperature outside is too good right now and i don't feel like doing anything except to skip outside and play. Please bear with my non-updated status about your well-being and i trust that if there is any important that i should know, please email me :)

So coming back to Canada and more Canada.

I realise Canadians are funny people. The first few days i arrived at my apartment in Kitchener, the landlady told me repeatedly that Canadians are very honest people. I could drop a wad of money outside the corridor and nobody would do a finders' keeper (i'm not about to try that though). On the second occasion, she dragged me and my flatmate from our 11th storey apartment to visit another apartment on the 8th floor. When i took out my key intending to lock the apartment, she pushed me away and told me not to worry, all Canadians are very honest and no one would go into our apartment. Then she literally shoved me into the lift.

I realised the service apartments i live currently must be some kind of retirement area. There is an obscene amount of old folks going in and out and only two relatively young people. We're talking about two younger folks out of the thirty people i've seen since i moved in two weeks ago.

I was desperate to get hold of a copy of Harry Potter and The Half Blood Prince that i went to Chapters (their equivalent of a Kinokuniya). I did not get a copy in the end. It would cost me a bloody 41 Canadian dollars! Instead i got a hardcover copy of Nicholas Sparks' "The Guardian" at 6.99 which is really damn cheap.

Food here has a lot of variety. When i say "variety", i do not mean there are many kinds of food to choose from. In the first place, this place is infested by burger joints which sell pizzas, chicken wings, spagetti and steak or infested by a pizza joint which sells burgers, chicken wings, spagetti and steak or a pasta joint which sells burgers, pizzas, chicken wings and steak and of course, a steak joint which sells burgers, pizzas, chicken wings and spagetti. Anyway when i say "variety", this is what i meant.

Waitress: May i have your order please?
Me: Can i have a veal chop please?
Waitress: White bread or brown?
Me: White.
Waitress: Toasted or not?
Me: Toasted.
Waitress: Garlic, apple cinnamon, marmalade, strawberry or butter spread?
Me: Butter.
Waitress: Baked potato, Mashed potato or fries?
Me: Mashed.
Waitress: Caesar salad or garden salad?
Me: Caesar.
Waitress: French, cajun, ketchup, something-i-dont-know, another-thing-i-dont-know, thousand island or vignette?
Me: No sauce please. *starts to get confused*
Waitress: Clam Chowder or soup of the day which is spinach and mushroom soup or minestrone?
Me: Clam chowder.
Waitress: Pepper or cheese?
Me: Pepper please.
Waitress: Okay, drinks next. Coke, sprite, chocolate, vanilla, strawberry or banana milkshake, ice tea, fruitopia or root beer?
Me: Iced tea.
Waitress: Okay, order taken. Next please *turns to my colleague and vicious cycle repeats*

I hate the roads at Kitchener-Waterloo too. Someone local once told me the reason why we have crappy roads here was because the town planner must have gotten drunk, stood in front of the dartboard and threw spagetti at it. Whichever strand of spagetti sticks on the dartboard, they will build a road there. Anyway, the roads isn't half as bad as the naming. There is Kings Street North which is nowhere near Kings Street South (they are supposed to be in opposite direction, ain't they? but noooo, they made it far far away) and there are Kings Street East which is nowhere near Kings Street West.

And the shopping malls here are great! Because they are mostly only one-level. The mall would take up a huge area but it would only have one level. You just have to keep walking straight. No elevators, no lifts at all. And it's quite a shiok feeling to jump from shop to shop to shop without thinking which level would what be on. But the bad point is that if i walk into Shop A then walk on to B then to C and blah blah blah, by the time i reach Shop Z and i want to return to Shop A, i could never get back to where i started out again because it is a long long walk.

The sun right now sets at about nine-thirty pm. So after dinner, the sun could still be shining and then you look at your watch and you go 'Holy Marcaroni' because you realise it's already 9pm. Awfully useful for travellers because when i went to Niagara Falls outlet (about 2 hours away from where i live), i could go and shop till 9 before we set on the roads for home as there is still sunlight and the roads are still visible.

I get lots of coins here. There are 2 dollar coins which they call a 'toony' and 1 dollar coins which they call 'loony'. Then there is 25 cents coins, 5 cents coins, 1 cents coins and the weirdest is the 10 cents coins which are the smallest out of all the coins.

I gotta run now (because i'm in training) and i'll update with more when i have the time.

Splendour

2005-07-18T23:10:00.000+08:00

Ladies and Gentlemen,

The magnificent Niagara Falls!

More photos at flickr

Updates From Waterloo

2005-07-12T05:59:00.000+08:00

I just got my laptop about an hour ago and finally i have connection to the world. At least for now because i have not tried out the home connection yet.

Everything is going good in Ontario right now. I have 6 other colleagues whom i go out with everyday when i am not working which pretty much means the last week. We were so eager to walk around that the second day we reached, we attempted to walk to Walmart and Sears which is about 20 minutes away and ended up getting lost. We also tried to walk to a restaurant, Wendy's and we had no idea it was going to be an hour and a half walk and instead hopped on the first bus that took us back home without dinner at Wendy's. Well, at least now we got our cars and we actually drove to Niagara Falls already! It was spectacular. Yes Lynne, it was good. Very good, i felt really glad to be able to experience all of this in my new job and am grateful for it. It is summer and there are a lot of people moving around Niagara Falls. We took a boat ride near the Falls too and got soaked up.

Shopping was good, everything was good but i missed the food back in Singapore. All my wanton mee, chee cheong fun, bee hoon, laksa and of course all my friends. I miss you all terribly! I wish all of you are here with me to enjoy this moment but take care, i will be back before you know it and we will have fun yet again.

Pictures coming up once i bring this IBM T43 baby back and load it up with Adobe Photoshop and my camera software!

Multimedia message

2005-07-09T21:33:00.000+08:00

Multimedia message,
originally uploaded by hello! twit.

Hand out of the window of the car on the way to Niagara Falls. Sorry i couldnt update much. Internet connection would come next week.

Multimedia message

2005-07-06T14:23:00.000+08:00

Multimedia message,
originally uploaded by hello! twit.

In Hong Kong for transit.

This Week

2005-07-04T02:32:00.000+08:00

Things has been such a whirlwind since early this week. I met up and spent a lot of time with the now ex-colleagues, the old blogging mates, the new blogging mates and my ex-secondary school friends. Mostly pictures because i am of little words these few days. And i've been really good, involuntarily cutting down on my alcohol intake (being whisked away from Wala-Wala by force) by substituting beer with tea at Brewerkz. But to give them credit, their ice blended Oolong tea with Blackberry is delicious. And so is their green tea creme bulee, even though it's very sugary. They say the way to eat a creme bulee is to knock on the top layer with your spoon and then scoop it spoonful by spoonful into your waiting mouth.

Tripleperiod says "Don't take a picture of me!"

A lot of bloggers are paranoid about their anonymity recently and i won't deny that i am one of the guilty per charge.

"No, no no! I shall move my hands very fast so that i will create a mosaic/blurry effect!"

Thursday which was the last day of work and since then, i have been really busy meeting this and that, here and there. I almost teared when leaving my workplace because strong sentiments have been attached to the people who have made work a smooth passage of life.

Shredding each part of my notes manually (the actual shredding machine is somewhere else.

3 years and 10 months of hard work laid to rest in a cardboard box, to be emptied to the recycling bin.

The once messy workstation that made everyone despair...

makes no one despair no more.

Will not forget to bring home D.O.B (Dirty Old Man - dog's name which i forgot its origin.

So depressing, i went straight to ...

Stellar Bar at Ice Cold Beer.

That's right. To get myself a ...

Hoegaarden. It would make things right again.

Anyway, i booked a hotel at Changi Village on a Saturday.

Stupid lamp post blocked my 'a' and 'g'.

Newly renovated Changi Village Hotel, discount courtesy of ribena goddess.

The sat-sat exterior with colourful balconies in the day and bo-bay-zao lightings at night.

The expensive and glittery chandelier-ish lamp by the counter and the restaurant called 'Salt Water'. Wonder if everything is really dipped in fresh salt water there.

Room with best sea view and greenery.

Everyone making themselves damn comfortable.

kinkynomad is a high flyer. kinkynomadess has nice cleavage. I am now trying to increase traffic hits by the use of her boobs. There is a chance that kinkynomad might kill me for putting that up but there is also a chance that he is now currently in Bangkok and has no internet access. Keke.

The kind of long queue we have to endure before we get to eat the Changi Nasi Lemak.

The Secret Recipe Banana-Chocolate cake mandrake bought for me. And this time is so yummy that there is no way you would not like it, unless you dont like banana, or chocolate, or both. Thanks hunny.

There were a lot of moths, giant ones at that fleeting across our enclosed balcony and one landed itself so audaciously and in full monty.

The 24-hour hotel pool is a cool plus factor.

Because we could always drink red wine by the poolside if we want to. Anytime at all.

And we came back for more legendary 'Green Fairy' and homemade mojitos!

And everyone got ravenously hungry after all the drinks. TP & Sandralicious did a favour and ta-baoed pratas for all.

Anyway, all of us were so drop dead tired that we concussed at about 4am.

How To Blog Your Way To Stardom

2005-06-29T20:15:00.000+08:00

Celebrity.

What does it feel to be like a celebrity? Will we get preferential treatment? I will never ever know, because i am not one.

I've been wondering at this good old question: What does it take to be a blog celebrity?

1. Raving Good Looks
If you have that aristocratic nose, deep set eyes, pouty and juicy lips, glossy black mane of hair, a slim and proportionate body (now you know why i can never be a celebrity) and oh, bigger boobs do not hurt. Make sure that all of these when put together makes you look good (you know, some of the worldbest features on its own can go awfully wrong when combined), you are on the pathway to stardom.

2. Chance, Luck, Opportunity
When you write an entry and get brown-ed, miyagi-ed, xiaxue-d, tomorrow-ed or today-ed (the xiaxue-d part can get a little daunting because she could generate more negative press than positive eg. that cab snatcher but of course you might argue that any press is good press). Or you can take a picture with any blog celebrities or even better still, be seen with them. (Hey, this is not targeted at anybody okay. Tsk, nowadays, one can never be too sure if another is reading too much into a meant-to-harmless comment but i'm telling you now that i did not write in between the lines when i wrote that.)

3. Photographs
Big, colourful photographs also attract attention because some people are just too lazy to read words. If you are handsome and you take nice side profiles of yourself sparsely littered with a few 'accidental' body shots with your six pack in view, girls will go crazy. If you are a girl, it is easier still. Show a trim tummy, show firm tits molded under that lycra top and best still, show your pretty face, all is set. Remember to post pictures of yourself frequently. You can be doing the most mundane stuff like .. painting your toenails and comments will flow in from appreciative males telling you how perfectly shaped your toenails are, how smart of you to have chosen the red nailpolish because it fits you perfectly and what a pair of nice feet you have.

4. Sex Sells like Hotcakes
Readers are usually curious about the sex lives of others, perhaps to compensate their less than exciting sex history or just .. kaypoh. Explicit stories of the birds and the bees usually attract attention. Include more tintillating words in like pecker, dick, cock, tits, boobs, pussy, vagina, dildo, lubricant, straddle, stroke, suck, doggy, finger, fuck, prick, ram, blowjob and if you are really looking to be known as a more intellectual sort of sex blogger (with a better vocabulary), convert pecker, dick, cock into words like "tumescence" or "manhood". And besides straddling, you could "impale". When you are erected, you do not say you are horny and my cock is hard, you say "my tumescence is straining upwards towards the sweet freedom of liberty". You do not call a pussy, a pussy. You do not say that she is horny and wet for you but you say things like "her bud opens up and blooms into a delicate flower and you lap up the sweet nectar from the centre of her being, sending her into shivers of estasy (that's cunninlingus)" or if you are cumming, do not write "I am cumMmMing!!!!!", you write "my red-hot member spew up molten lava against her most intimate and sensitive receptacle". If you primarily target at female audience, please remember not to include truthful details like how you tied your partner up and took her in the ass against her will but rather, mention how you cuddle her after sex and kiss her on the forehead and prepare breakfast in bed before you set her to bloom forevermore again. If the target audience is male, try something less fanciful and more straight-forward "He would find out the treasure deeply hidden in the bush, and then fill that inaccessible cunt with his prick, so intense and full that she'd never be able to close her legs again." But of course this is just a suggestion you know. To each his own, there may also be some who revel in coarser forms of language to express their poweress in bed as well. I digress. *cough*

5. Be Controversial
Go against the normal moral codes. Even if you feel sympathy for a certain bloke, harden your heart and write about it in an emotionless manner displaying absolutely no sympathies. Go to the ends of extreme, belittle others, heighten yourself, think that you are always right! This will surely garner comments but be warned. The comments might be a little less than pleasing to the eye.

And if you believe that all the above might make you a blog celebrity, you are silly because if i follow my own guide, i should be a celebrity by now, you know.

Diversion

2005-06-29T05:08:00.000+08:00

I was busy with it for a while but now it's almost 70% done.

Link: theballoonday.com

Mostly, it will be used to contain my writings and whats-not. :)

Support Original

2005-06-27T03:15:00.000+08:00

When i call myself 'One Little Twit', it was not without a reason.

I went on a VCD/DVD frenzy at HMV, Heeren having acquired a sudden and intense desire to watch Notting Hill. Do not ask me why, because i have no idea myself. And so i grabbed certain VCDs i wanted at Level One, then i took the escalator up to Level Two then to Level Three, back to Level One, up to Level Three and back to Level One.

When i finally reached back to Level One, i decided to browse some music CDs on discount and are the bestsellers of the week. I picked up a copy of Damien Rice's 'O' then decided against it, then picked up several other music CDs and when i came to one column, i saw Audiophile Female Voices. Curious, i picked it up and looked at the list of unfamiliar singers and then decided against it. I suddenly remembered that i have always wanted to watch Romy and Michelle's High School Reunion and i dashed to the VCD valley, afraid that i would have a sudden amnesia lapse and forget about it. Triumphant that i snatched up the last copy, i headed towards the counter, paid and went back home.

It was not until a few hours later (which is now incidentally) that i started to unwrap my VCDs with glee and found a copy of Audiophile Female Voices in the stack of purchase. I had not even realised that i did not put down the copy i held earlier for perusal, that i was carrying it all the while, that i paid for it and that i even took it home!

So now, i am the proud owner of Audiophile Female Voices starring Susan Wong, Michelle, Rosanne Lui, Tania Hancheroff and Camay Ng.

I anxiously went through the contents of the CD and am quite glad that at least the music content is good and the CD is of high resolution 24 BIT/192 KHZ DSP as stated on the cover.

You can sample some of the songs here.

Lloyd Floyd Rloyd

2005-06-26T15:48:00.000+08:00

Oh i got tagged and this is the type of question i like to answer.

***

So, what is the one spark in the midst of darkness? What is the one thing that made you smile today?

***

My one spark in the midst of darkness:
Knowing that even if our lives are wrought with worries and work and incessant details, there will always be someone who thinks of you enough and comforting arms which open out to you. And of course, the trusty Hoegaarden.

The one thing that made me smile today is:
Three of the same word - "Simplify, simplify, simplify!" derived from Henry David Thoreau ("Where I Lived and What I Lived For" Walden) "Our life is frittered away by detail... Simplify, simplify, simplify! ... Simplicity of life and elevation of purpose."

Yeah, i need to pass the tags to: mr. brightside, statichorizon, wallflower, mad jac and oikono.

The reason why i thought of taking time off to "simplify" was because i attended a friend's birthday party yesterday night in his cosy apartment. Food aplenty, music aloud, drinks too many and a fabulous Banana Chocolate Cake to match, i found myself sitting on a white plastic chair and tucked away in a heavenly little corner (near the pizza, chicken, satay, the mojitos and the sangria) and observing the rowdy crowd around me. Surprisingly, i found myself blissful in my little own world with the rest of the laughing world revolving around me.

Perhaps it has been too long since i've seen some of these people, i mused quietly and the mood was rather kindly. I realize it does not take much to make me happy nowadays. Just a good drink, a quiet dinner, agreeable company infused with laughter in the air would more than suffice. A sign of old age approaching some might say.

Links of the Day: mfluder, valska and platorulez

I am especially touched when i look at wedding photographs.

Picked-Up Cherry Popped!

2005-06-25T17:07:00.000+08:00

For the first time in my life ....

I finally got picked up!

You see, getting picked up is a novel new idea to me. I applied the tricks of those movies and books i've seen and read and i think i handled the situation quite nicely. At least i did the high class antics and made myself look as if i got picked up numerous times.

So the story goes in such a manner that yours truly was shopping for underwear at a ladies department in Seiyu. After paying for the undergarments, i was browsing through some other articles when i noticed someone conversing on his mobile phone and smiling at me from outside of the store. I gave a quick, dismissive glance and continued sifting through the discount articles.

The guy soon came to stand beside me and ..

Guy: Hello.
Me: *gives a weird glance at him* Hello.
Guy: You are beautiful you know.
Me: Oh, thank you. *continues to browse the articles while thinking i got picked up! First time! So exciting!*
Guy: I walked past the store and saw you and i couldn't forget how beautiful you are. So i had to walk back here to talk to you.
Me: Oh, thank you.
Guy: This is my card. *hands me his name card*
Me: Sure.
Guy: You are so beautiful.
Me: *thinks change your vocabulary already lah! How about using more phrases like 'I am gorgeous. I am pretty. I am goddess!'*
Guy: I am an accountant you know.
Me: *gives irritated glances at him* Big fuck!
Guy: Call me alright?
Me: *walks away and waves his namecard and smile and breezes out of the store*

I handled the situation so high-class-ly!

You know, the part that he told me that "I am an accountant you know" really puts me off. It is like tantamount to saying "I have a 14-inch dick you know" in an egoistic manner.

I figured the reasons why he picked me up.

1. I look extraordinarily sexy today (which i don't think so because i am wearing something not low cut and jeans).
2. I was buying black underwear.
3. Men love my furry blue bag with feathers. Looks kinky.

But i wish it would have been a much much much cuter guy than a negro whose name is Prince Gabriel Something.

:(

On another issue, a certain Miss Pink mentioned that she has never thought of hurting anyone. She only blog out her thoughts. She knows they are sometimes mean, but she is just saying her true feelings. Ta ye shi ma ma sheng de.

And dear Miss Pink, firstly in response to you, when "some obscure blogger bash you" she is also blogging out her thoughts and saying her true feelings and lastly if the below is true of what i have seen,

i hope your true feelings does not appear often, it's scary. He is also ma ma sheng de, you know.

That Tiger & That Half-Fish Half-Lion

2005-06-22T19:05:00.000+08:00

It is so therapeutic to be able to sit beside the Merlion at One Fullerton to contemplate into the watery surroundings and to see the authentic bumboats speeding into the gradual darkness. I too, feel like sitting on one of those bumboats someday, an activity i have not found a willing partner to engage in.

But most of all, i am fascinated with the choppy waters near the Merlion which retreat a little every minute then gather force to hurl itself against the steps with gradual force, splattering people who dare venture near it. This motion happened so repetitively and with increasing gusto that i grew lost in watching and it took my mind off some things.

Things like .. "This is a cruel world.", "Do you consider yourself spoilt?". The second question took me aback and it took me a while to answer. I have never considered myself spoilt but when i got the point at what he was driving at afterwards, a reluctant smile twitched at my mouth. Yes, perhaps i have been "spoilt".

That is the fun part about going out with older people. They are genuine on their advice and very serious in issuing advice. They are not too diplomatic to tell you what they think of you and each honest word draws a drop of blood but they also make you contemplate and requestion your beliefs. All along i have been very sure of why i refuse to do and procrastinate a certain thing. Now i am not so sure anymore.

So S, i insist on treating the next beer. Do not whip your credit card out on me.

And Almost Infamous passed on the movies baton now.

Total Number of films I own on DVD/Video
- Less than 20. I always watch other people's DVDs and videos.

The Last Film I Bought
Hable Con Ella by Pedro Almodóvar (director of La Mala Educación)

Five Films I Watch A Lot/Mean a Lot to Me
1. Dead Poets Society

My very first interaction with Henry D. Thoreau who would become a major optimist influence in my life. A film not unlike the recent Mona Lisa Smile, but if i ever think of "Carpe Diem" or to want to live a fuller life, i would be reminded of Dead Poets Society. It may not be a fantastic film, being a tad of what we call "cliche" but it was the film which gave me hope at a period of my life when i lost it.

2. The Dull-Ice Flower

I've watched this film on video tape for at least 20 times since Secondary school days and i never failed to tear at the end of each film. The Dull-Ice Flower is a checkpoint never to forget how fortunate i am not to be relegated into poverty. Unfortunately it could not be purchased anymore or i would continue watching every time i feel like it. [Listen to the main theme here]

3. Closer

Damien Rice "The Blower's Daughter
And so it is, just like you said it would be.

4. Le Fabuleux Destin D'Amelie Poulain

The movie that teaches me the simple pleasures of being me. How little things in life can make me happy.

5. Dancer In The Dark

Björk gives a worthy performance and shows the power of a mother's love.

Tagged to: Sandralicious, Mr Kinky Nomad, Mrs Kinky Nomad, Lynne and Gaston.

My lehlio blog is also updated with new songs. Check out Ryan Adam's "Wonderwall".

From Kenny Sia,

Congratulations , you are...

Huai Bin of sixthseal.com

You are all about recklessness, controversy and not living life by the rules. As a rebel against convention, you demeanor intimidates people who don't know you. Despite most people's negative first impression, you are just a simple person who enjoys doing what you do, and keeping it real all the time. You may have a lot of friends but you also have a lot of enemies. You can be very protective of your friends, standing up for them at the cost of putting yourself in the firing line. You are real. You say what you mean, and you mean what you say.

Which Malaysian Blogger Are You?

Hmmm so cute this Huai Bin, i like.

Clarification

2005-06-20T01:06:00.000+08:00

And i've been hearing weirdass queries about my identity recently.

Many have said i am Sheena, also known as Merenwen. (No offence Sheena, just thought we should clear this up.)

But i am not.

Just so you know.

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I am so delectable, it hurts.

Hoegaarden Musings

2005-06-19T04:50:00.000+08:00

I have been drinking Hoegaarden by pints recently and boy, was it good! So much so that i am starting to feel a little uneasy not having at least half a pint of Hoegaarden each night.

Beer belly aside, i've also noticed that men tend to let their fingers wander when they quietly assessed girls using their innate drunk-o-meter. And when they spot a girl high with alcohol, they will ingratiate themselves with the said girl and try to extract some toufu out of the whole situation.

Scenarios to determine if a guy is trying to get fresh with you and ways to avoid giving him the toufu.

1. The Ruba-Ruba Method.
He will let his hands run up and down your back, as if soothing you. Seemingly innocent right? In fact, this is one of the methods to feel you up. He is perhaps already thinking how soft and silky your skin is. He will rub-rub your back, rub-rub your arms and ask tenderly "Are you okay?" and your mind should always sound an alert if this happens. How you can taiji a man who is feeling you up is to go into fits of dramatic gesture and at the same time, fling a hand and knock over that half-drunk Hoegaarden strategically onto his lap and extinguish his 'fire'. Since he would be busy preventing the 'fire' from extinguishing, you can then seek help from neighbours.

2. The Pillar of Strength Method
Since you are swaying like a coconut tree, he will then try to be your pillar of strength and conveniently curve his arm around your waist. His arm will be like a venus flytrap, ready to draw you close to his body and you should not even let yourself be compromised into such position. What you can do is to pretend to sway even more violently and grab at his arm full of hair and jerk a few good strands out. Any normal being will immediately release the hold around your waist to clutch agonisingly at de-haired arm and you can extricate yourself smoothly out of his venus flytrap and into the arms of another cuter male.

3. The Careless Whisper Method
Since the club is always noisy right, people will then fall hard of hearing and amorous male species now officially have an excuse to place their lips close to your ears and whisper their foul breath into your ear. They might have a range of communication tactics to weaken your defence like "Are you feeling okay? You can lean on me..." or "Dont worry, i will take care of you. You are safe in my arms." or "Want to come sleep over at my place? I have a very comfortable bed." or "Look at you, so drunk but so cute." and please lah, the girl will be safer in a pigsty than with a wolf. To shut the 'Careless Whisperer' up, induce puke. Although puking for women is a very *tak-glam business but in this case, it is necessary to puke your guts out (if necessary, puke on him) and then smile sweetly up at him again and offer to give him a kiss on the lips for being sweet (inspiration drawn from LMD's Bee Hoon Girl). The smell should be a lethal put-off. Otherwise, keep complaining you are going to puke. You are going to puke that Penang Laksa you had for lunch and the Pizza-With-Pineapple-Chunks you had for dinner and keep moaning what a mess you will make so much so till he doubts if it is a good idea to invite you for a non-too-romantic nightcap plus men are damn lazy creatures, they will not want to clean their room if necessary.

4. The Evil Hustler Method
This kind of man will try to psycho you to drink more. If he sees you drinking 2 pints, he will think it's not enough and try to make you drink 4 pints. If he sees you high and happy, he will suggest mixing different concoctions to make the drink more power like ... a Graveyard with a shot of Bacardi 151 or a Heineken with 3 shots of Vodka inside. If you refuse to drink, he will make comments like "Come on, such a girl like you wont get drunk on such a drink, you are too good for that!" and he flatters you so much that you really believe you can up the knife mountain and down the oil wok (上刀山下油锅) and guggle the potent drink down. Else he will blackmail you with "Wah lau! We friend friend you also no give face. High class ah?" and all the more you should not down the drink because of his bad england and to retaliate, you should give an eye for an eye and repeat the same statement "Wah lau! We friend friend you also no give face. I girl you guy leh!" stroke his manly ego (ego only girls!) and make him drunk instead.

But of course, if you are a girl hoping to get that cute guy into your arms.

1. Be his Pillar of Strength
When he sways against you, grab the chance! Hold him and pull him against you. Mutter "Give me your poor, your tired, your huddled masses yearning to be free, send these to me, your tempest tossed, I lift your head and put it before my golden pillows" gently while letting him rest his heavy head on your golden pillows. He will feel a wave of peace overwhelm him and sleep soundly and wake up the next morning to discover that all his friends have seen him eating your toufu. Be modest and say you saw how soundly he was sleeping and did not have the heart to wake him up and he will feel a slight liking for you for being so patient, sweet and kind. Plus an intense desire to cuddle the golden pillows.

2. Pretend to be as drunk as he is
When he starts showing that sign of drunkeness, faster down that pint of beer and pretend to be swaying a little. Birds of the same feather unite. Deliberately stand beside him and sway. Ask him questions like "You are drunjfk? So am i!" If he says he is not drunk then say "Yah, you are not drunkfj. I am also not drunkdjk! Let's take care of each other!" Both of you can then start to sway towards each other and chances are that when your friends see how happy both of you are talking to each other, they will leave both of you to take care of each other.

3. Show the Mother
Offer to send him home. Since you sent him home, it's likely to be in the middle of the night then nobody would see you. Send him to his room. Force him to puke on your clothes then giggle as you run through his wardrobe to pick out one of his large shirts for yourself. The next morning you should be pretending to sleep as he awakes and sees you with his shirt. The shirt should be unbuttoned as low as your modesty allows but still covering the essentials. The shirt should also reach your thighs provocatively thus inciting his morning glory lust. Then slowly rub your eyes, wake up and say that you were too tired and since he puked on your clothes, you have no choice but to take one of his to wear. Then protest valiantly saying he had been a perfect gentleman and both of you did nothing at all. He may start to feel a little perverted for unleashing his morning glory thoughts unto you and his morning glory will cause his inability to think properly. All he could think of at that moment is to think how horny he is and how delicious you look in hisshirt. Also walk out of his room in that shirt (button up a little now!) and bump into his mom. Protest again that you did nothing with his son but also help with all the housework like washing the cups and asking his mom to take a rest and chit chat with her. His mother would then be successfully bidded in your advantage!

Disclaimer: Suggestions above are tried at the discretion of the individual. The author does not bear responsibility for any backfire nor inability to get the male in the ultimate end.

Without Music, Life Would Be A Mistake

2005-06-16T02:16:00.000+08:00

I woke up to a surreal Wednesday.

Firstly because there was a sense of uncertainty followed by relief and regret over a certain incident that took place in the late of last night. And because i felt that i had issued an ultimatum and it was accepted without further questioning and ado.

And so it is.

My heart had not received peace for the past 2 days and my mood was fluctuating wildly. As if something celestial heard my silent plea to find my soul, i received an email with the following quote:

"Without music, life would be a mistake." - Friedrich Nietzsche

And a stranger whom i've been messaging with for about a week or two left me a link to his present for me.

I teared, torn between joy and something unexplainable. And joy attained is not because i got a free present.

But because someone bothers to try to uplift my soul with a method he thinks is effective, the gift of something which would fill my lonely nights, bring me joy and make my life meaningful with the pure sound of music. And he believes with conviction that life will never be a mistake, as long as there is music.

And i teared more.

Then i was struck by fleeting images of how i have led my life in vain, the mistakes i had made, too numerous to count and slowly, i let my tears ebb to a trickle.

My heart felt full after that. Full of gratitude, full of awe, full of determination and full of warmth. You know, i used to believe in the world of fairy godmothers, those who will change Cinderella's ash-streakened rags into a splendid ballgown and her pumpkin into a handsome coach. Then as i grew older, the tale about fairy godmothers dimmed and gradually snuffed out. Today, it was almost as if fairy godmother appeared right before me, just to show me that i should never give up hope when i despair and there is magic if we believe in it.

S, believe it. You made me want to be better more than i had ever wanted to since a long long time ago.

And i promise i will never lead a life without music.

More Than Words

2005-06-14T02:31:00.000+08:00

A spat of events have worried me of late, which is very seldom.

People have commented that i am almost like this big, fat, placid hen sitting heavily on her eggs, feathers unruffled. But yet this time, my feathers have been displaced.

Words.

The translatory point of emotions are put across by a salad of letters to form the above called "Words".

1. What are words worth?
The era spotting the evolution of words: It is worth everything, because we meant it.
Now: Question Mark?

2. What are words for?
The era spotting the evolution of words: It is for conveyance of feelings, thoughts to another party.
Now: Question Mark?

3. What do words mean?
The era spotting the evolution of words: Truth
Now: Question Mark?

In our age and time, have we really desecrated words to become what Michel Foucault and Jacques Derrida envisioned?

This post is open-ended because i am clueless. If you have an idea of the 3 questions above, pray share.