Sunday, July 30, 2006

poppy again

Sunday, July 30, 2006
It's official. I'm a party animal. I've never been much of a clubber since... college, but now I'm hitting the club scene every weekend. And true to my words, I'm paying 50 bucks each time to learn how to hold my alcohol. Last night I drank sliiiiightly more than last week and I didn't hurl. Whoopdeedoo. I have a nasty rash on my right arm but it's alright. Next weekend will be better. As long as I don't party with some unmentionable people from last night. I thought colleagues are supposed to be chums and all, but some can be such asses. Or maybe I'm the ass.

Last night the stock price of my right nipple hit a new low due to over-exposure and publicity. Attention-deficient naughty little thing. I guess it proves a coupla things. My left breast is fuller than my right (like my left ear is lower than my right)... and I'm a woman. Because I was in a MNG lacey top. Not Nike. Not Diesel. Not some funky-too-young-for-my-age Japanese tee. Which I bought and not borrowed.

I'm starting to buy women's apparel. Oh the horror.

Tuesday, July 25, 2006

taro

Tuesday, July 25, 2006

Nothing beats seeing your blood and sweat put up in real life! I didn't go for the full-day event this year though. Not even involved in the setting-up and last-minute checking. Didn't think it was necessary. I mean, I'm just the creative brain behind the thing, right? Once the finished artworks go out I can wash my hands and relax.

Then Wombat arranged to have dinner there. I strolled over casually to have a look while waiting for the rest to arrive... and was overcome by pride/excitement/regret/nostalgia.

This time last year, I was working alongside someone until 3 a.m. to get the buntings up perfectly. This time last year, I had the time to actually stand and observe the event for hours, smiling at how everything turned out and snapping pictures like nobody's business. Suddenly... I miss someone so bad.

And what better way to overcome grief and sorrow but good food? I don't care if it's overpriced waaaay overboard. I don't care if the waiter can't understand simple English. I don't care if the air-conditioning is dripping water. The pancakes at Paddington's are yummy!

And the bestest thing for dessert? Something sweet... something nice... something quirky and uncommon...




I wonder what Taro tastes like...

Sunday, July 23, 2006

plastered

Sunday, July 23, 2006
I totally mean it when I say it's about time I torture and pound my liver into smithereens with alcohol. There's no fun being the one holding a Coke when everyone else is having liquor. There's no fun waking up with rashes all over my limbs after only one shot. I don't handle rejection well, and by damn I wanna handle my liquor better.

So I proceeded to get myself plastered at Poppy Garden. 6 girls and 2 bottles of Chivas. I only managed to down a glass before starting to feel really really warm. And stupid.

But I was beaten by Wombat who guzzled the fire-liquid straight from the bottle. Crazy woman! But it was pleasantly rewarding to see those pristinely dressed and made up hotties cringe and do a little dry heave in the ladies when she hurled into the basin in plain sight.

Can't wait till Mambo Jambo night. And I want some Taro.

Wednesday, July 19, 2006

hey deze

Wednesday, July 19, 2006
Hey Deze.

Feels just like it. This has gotta be the hottest spell ever this whole year. My colleagues have been moaning and whining earlier this week, but I shrugged off the complaints about the unbearable heat because (1) the office is air-conditioned and (2) my room at home is air-conditioned. When the insurance agent I met up with over lunch told me she has to ditch the bed and sleep on the floor nowadays, I politely laughed and tsk-tsked obligatorily while mentally chastising her intolerance and spoiltness.

Then I was in the loo for about 5 minutes.

And I sweated more than I did this morning on the gym's cross-trainer.

DAMMIT IT'S HOT!

Sunday, July 16, 2006

club med day one

Sunday, July 16, 2006
Feeling very holiday-ey after checking out Air Asia's Merdeka Specials. Flights to Phuket is so cheap! But nobody wants to go with me! Not even my mum ("haaar, whole day just sit at the beach, nothing to see ar?"), not even Eryn ("haaar, you sure that time weather is good ar?")... and Bear-Bear just got back from Phuket so no point asking.

I WANT A BEACHY HOLIDAY!

Since cannot go forward, I go backwards. Introducing pictures of victim #8763 from extreme procrastination: Club Med Bintan! Yaya I know it was 2 months ago. But it still brings a swooning sigh from me everytime I look at the greens and blues.

DAY ONE

I'd be lying if I say the gloomy weather didn't affect my mood. Holidaying at the beach means red and hot-to-the-touch skin, sand between toes and ass-cheeks, and plentiful sun! Sun so hot you can hear droplets of seawater sizzling on your skin. Sun so glaring that the sea becomes one huge reflective blue-green foil.

Walking towards the ferry at Singapore's jetty, I miss my sun.

The clouds parted slightly when we reached the Bintan jetty, but it was still drizzling. I haven't done any research about Bintan, and I certainly didn't expect the jetty to be superb, but it was nice. Better than the Pangkor Island ones. But now that Bintan has many other golf resorts, maybe it's wise for the immigration department to have more than ONE counter?

The room is to die for. HUGE king-size bed with a day bed by the window! The bellboy said to not leave windows unlocked or monkeys will have a party. What, they know how to get the beer from the fridge and peanuts from the cabinet? The lanai overlooks a neat little cove. I must've stood (stoned) there for quite some time, because when I regained my bearings it was already dark. And that could mean only one thing.

Feeding time! I squeaked with joy at the entrance to the main dining area. I didn't know where to start picking up chow! One thing I noticed though, there're special sections for Japanese and Korean food every day. And yeah, most of the patrons were them. Food's great with an abundance of selection!

I didn't appreciate Club Med's practice of forcing their employees to dine with patrons though. The reason I say force is because it was damn obvious the 2 guys who sat with me didn't give a hoot about the conversation they're supposed to create. I got halfhearted "where're you from"s (the fact that they were attacking their food and only glanced at me in between mouthfuls made me feel quite B-class) and I gave the expected "which activity/department are you in charge of"s, cooed appropriately and then we exchanged lukewarm "see you around"s and they're off, stuffing handfuls of grapes/lychees/whatever snacks small enough to fit into their pockets.

And does anyone know what's that fruit with snakeskin-skin in the middle? The insides look like garlic. And taste weird. Nicely weird but lacking juice.

They have a few other themed restaurants like this one in the vicinity as well. But those had zero patrons. And the fresh orchid on a ribbon tied to the nicely-folded napkin whispered to me that I wasn't gonna be able to afford it.

The first night's show was a fusion of different dances. All the performers were employees in charge of day activities or some other stuff. I wonder how they manage to find time to practise. They're up when I was up, and they're still up when I've gone to bed. Hmmm. Maybe Club Med closes on a certain weekday? They do need their off-days, right?

(when I posted this picture, the first thing that came to my mind was: wow if only we get this kind of response at church)

DAY TWO and DAY THREE coming up next day. I'm mighty sleepy.

Thursday, July 13, 2006

cats

Thursday, July 13, 2006

Today I pet some cats in the pet shop.
Then my fingers felt itchy. Quite painful itchiness.
I must have scratched my scalp, because it's now itching like a bitch.
And my neck.

I should learn to wash my hands after I do animals.

Monday, July 10, 2006

why do you love me

Monday, July 10, 2006

I'm no barbie doll
I'm not your baby girl
I've done ugly things and I have made mistakes
And I am not as pretty as those girls in magazines
I am rotten to my core if they're to be believed
So what if I'm no baby bird hanging upon your every word?
Nothing ever smells of roses that rises out of mud

Why do you love me
Why do you love me
Why do you love me, it's driving me crazy

You're not some baby boy
Why you acting so surprised
You're sick of all the rules
Well I'm sick of all your lies
Now I've held back a wealth of shit, I think I'm gonna choke
I'm standing in the shadows with the words stuck in my throat
Does it really come as a surprise when I tell you I don't feel good?
Nothing ever came from nothing man
Oh man, ain't that the truth

Why do you love me
Why do you love me
Why do you love me, it's driving me crazy
I get back up and I do it again
I get back up and I do it again
I get back up and I do it again
I get back up and I do it, I do it again

Wednesday, July 05, 2006

SFX

Wednesday, July 05, 2006

My response to a coupla things...

ONE
Italy won against Germany! A bit hard to swallow that a bunch of old farts could beat the hottest potential World Cup 2006 champion. That aside, I'm in a conundrum about the next match! I enjoy Portugal very much (including how they're good in provoking others muahahaha that takes damn good acting skills can... and of course Ronaldo has to be so bloody good-looking) but on the other hand I don't want this to be Zidane's final game. He's got skills, experience and style. I like. France or Portugal. Portugal or France. Why can't they BOTH be in the finals. Siiiiiiiiigh.

TWO
Superman. *swoon* Yayaya I know he's got like 3 different facial expressions throughout the entire movie, he doesn't light up the screen, he seems too young and carefree, but... *swoon* I have to quote my colleague: If you didn't enjoy this movie, you're not the target audience. Only thing I'm unhappy about is the fact that he fathered a child. HOW CAN! How can any woman have Superman?

I'm watching Superman again. Tonight. Yes I'm watching it two nights in a row.

Tuesday, July 04, 2006

blurry

Tuesday, July 04, 2006
I habitually reached for my pass as I neared the auto-gate to my office parking this morning. See, I'm a systematic person. I prefer some things to be habitual. As soon as I leave my house, I'll take out the Touch & Go card and my parking card, and put them in the small groove alongside the window buttons. On the way to the office, the Touch & Go card will be nearer to me, because I reach the toll booth first. Once I pass through the toll gate, I'll slip the Touch & Go card behind the parking card so I don't have to look for the right card while driving (very dangerous!). Then on the way home from the office, I'll just reverse the arrangements of the 2 cards. (luckily I don't need more than 2 cards at any time, or else it'll be a race between my coherence and your patience reaching the eye-rolling irritation zone)

Anyway, after habitually beeping my parking card and habitually going past the boom gate and rearranging my cards in the groove at the same time, I habitually took off my sunglasses and threw them onto the passenger seat because the parking lot is, y'know, dark.

Then, suddenly, my whole world became blurry.

I forgot I didn't put on my contact lenses today. Those were my new glasses bouncing off the passenger seat onto the floor! I wailed in dismay and tried to grope around for them and control my steering wheel at the same time. Someone honked at me from behind and I had to drive up 4 winding floors to a vacant parking spot based totally on my instincts and boldness bolstered by The Fast and Furious: Tokyo Drift.

At least I'm nicely bespectacled and typing this now.