Fortune teller taxi driver says ...

That as long as I'm not seeing someone, I will have luck and money. It's been 2 years and counting now and I've opportunities knocking faster than I can turn them away, some more profitable than others of course. Also, I'm optimistic, I mean experience be it good or bad is still a learning journey.

Roadtrip planning in process.

It's been a while since I've been excited about a trip. In recent times it's been about business or just visiting friends.

Jkt ~ Yogyakarta ~ Bandung ~ Jkt

Soapy + 3 + Tornadoistas (X) denotes the unknown number, Indonesians don't plan. They just do. This trip is gonna trump all my previous NYE events and many more. Awesome updates to come.

Hallyu: Pop culture musings

I only adore G-Dragon who is known for his fashion forwardness and innovation. His features are typically oriental and not particularly pronounced, he's not particularly tall. Not runway material but has managed to sparkle at red carpet events and become the talk of several centerfolds. I must say that in his case, the clothes truly maketh the man.


For his solo albumn, the concept was very well planned out. The apple theme was consistently applied. In GD-TV he explains that the apple looks like a heart. Semiotics; the representation of temptation, in the garden of eden.

The styling and colours makes it look kinda avant-garde. He tops my list of #fashionable along with Kelly Osborne +1 (her hot fiance) and Agyness Deyn. I had almost died laughing when I saw this ....


WTF ... ROFLMAO

"it's like finding out your favorite love song was written about a sandwich."

27 Dresses

Boy <3 camera

He's so pampered that he needs a pillow and something to hug to sleep. It's been debated that he's quite forgotten how cat-like he is instead of a very short person who walks on fours.

너라고

[강인] 아무 말도 필요없어 난 그냥 너라고 
너무 늦었다고 해도 난 그냥 너라고
[성민] 잘못된 사랑인 걸 알고 있지만 
포기 할 수 없어 절대 놓칠 수는 없어 

I want to be where you are.

Deal makers and breakers

Was talking to EW about it over lunch yesterday, apparently somewhere out there exists this catch of a guy who is looking for a female left handed surgeon. He's 30, tall - towers 6 feet and a Harvard graduate.

Mine sounded so much simpler in comparison,

1. He must be able to groove. I.e. not be embarrassed or look embarrassing when he dances. It's a visual and confidence thing.
2. Must have an opinion (VVVIP), we might not be able see eye to eye but he must have a mind of his own.
3. Must like my cooking, which EW said is probably easy

EW (28f) said that hers ideally must be able to speak Chinese, mustn't smoke and must be smart.

SYTYCD - Mad

No distracting pretty boys, just music and dance and see the story unfold before your eyes.

I loved how they made hip hop into a partner dance with incorporated jazz elements AND lifts. Just wow.

En route to being ein Weltburger

Inspired by the lovely AZ. The official languages for the organisation that I work for is English and French. A bunch of pretty, young interns have scheduled language classes over lunch for free which is pretty neat if you ask me. Lessons run for only 45 minutes, out of which 10 minutes is given for a little free play, kinda like pre school where you can ask the "teachers" questions.

For the very first lesson, AZ enthusiastically asked them how to say, "take me to your leader!"
I was completely tickled by this. I'm sure it would prove somewhat useful should she need to conquer little islands in France. I guess anyone else who knows AZ as much as I do, will also know that her quirky and random-ness is nothing out of the ordinary.

Naturally, this got me thinking of the essential things that I should want to pick up when learning a foreign language. This list of course will be a work in progress. Here goes;

1. How much?
2. Is this the best price?

1 & 2 to cater to shopping. Especially when the family expects me to buy a ton of presents/souveniers back all the time.

3. Male prostitute/Male whore.

Combining 1 - 3 gives me a power combo to call on a male whore. I just thought it was cool.

4. Toilet

For relief of a different kind from the combination of 1-3. I'm quite surprised this came after 3 but what the hell.

5. MacDonalds.

So I won't starve, it is after all supposed to be in almost every other country.

Doodling in pixels

Following a tweeter who tweets in 6 words, no more, no less. Got me inspired to write some stuff out myself.

And he left me out cold.

Fortunately, heartache does not last forever.

We feel. We hurt. We bleed.

I loved a long time ago.

I lose patience, even with myself.

(20.10.09 edit inspired by P) I can't help but love you

While I was scribbling on my notebook (I like to kick it ole skool sometimes) I realised that "Money makes the world go round" also qualifies as 6 words. I feel incredibly cynical today. This week and for ever more. Please let the emo shite pass. I'm too old for this.

Let me take you on a journey.

I trace with my fingers the routes of maps in my head. The many things things that I would do without you.

I'd cross a few borders - Feel the breeze on my face with the wind in my hair, make long exploratory walks, see the piazzas of Italy, run through trails of fallen leaves in 4 colours, cross-country train ride - Malaysia to China, India, Europe, South Americas, have conversations with strangers, salsa in the town square and see the stars amongst a vast field that spans as far as my eyes can see and free from highrise buildings, believe in God and His will.

"If someone said three years from now
You'd be long gone
I'd stand up
and punch them out
Cause they're all wrong

I know better
Cause
you said forever
And ever, who knew?"

Who Knew ~ Pink                                      

Most importantly have someone physically there and not just saying things. And then I remember why we were built differently.

If I had it my way, I would have left so long ago. Singapore is far too small. Every corner I turn in Raffles place is a painful memory and everyday here just reminds me that I don't belong. I found myself in a bizzare soliloquy,

"If I leave in 2011, Boy would be 18. Plus Grandma's not in very good health. By the time I finish studying in 2013, Boy would be 20. I wonder if he'll live that long."

Indeed, the worst of my fears is that I'm afraid that my cat's going to die on me while I'm gone.

Kermit, I'm only slightly aggrieved.

Seung Gi is like the Korean Jay Chou. Younger and better looking.

Medium showdown:

Some famous mediums that would not have made the cut made popular by the silverscreens:

1. Whoopi Goldberg's character Oda Mae Brown in Ghost
2. Jennifer Love Hewitt's character Melinda Gordon in Ghost Whisperer
3. Haley "I-see-dead-people" Joel Osment as Cole Sear in Sixth Sense.
4. Worst exorcist rip off; Drake Hogestyn as John Black in Days of our Lives
5. The hot Winchester brothers from Supernatural played by Jared Padalecki and Jensen Ackles

and my absolute favourite ... Buffy the vampire slayer. Imagine what would have happened to them if they had to register their interest as mediums first.

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Semiotics: Anyone else bothered that a blonde is teaching our kids local history?

Saying it the way it is.

It is much to my annoyance that some people treat me like a half-wit. It makes me reflect upon my actions, if ever have I unknowingly pulled a Ris Low.

I'm sure she thought she was pretty Boomz herself.

Okay, so back to a little on what I've been busy with lately. I have a fast approaching exam sometime soonish. I'd like to take some time to study hard for it. I'm down to 3 modules to graduation yo! Calls for a celebration, looking back, the past 2 years have been crazy. I've had so many ups and downs.

You could say that the last month has been a real test of my tenacity and character. It was after much deliberation that I decided that I am only slightly masochistic to do this over again for almost the same amount of time.

What does that really mean?

I am in preparations of embarking on another perilous journey filled with toil and possibly heartache. Looks like I'm quite destined to be a poor student for a little longer than I expected. As to why now and not later? I really don't want to let this pass and habour on another year or another of what ifs or regret. So with a little luck, prayer and elbow grease. I see hope.

I guess as plans firm up closer to confirmation, I'll be posting more about it. This will serve as a teaser for now. *fingers tightly crossed*

My Kmusic consumption is not limited to pretty dancing boys lah. For one thing, I cannot stand talentless dancing pretty boys. To be fair, their idea of mainstream has progressed towards Americanisation hence making it more easily digestable to other cultures across Asia. It is only until lately that they've been making waves with the Asian Americanisation and garnering more support. Circa 2005-2006, if you youtube the stuff, the dance battles, music and fashion is quite a vast improvement from where it is now. It's a pity that Taiwan hasn't caught on and HK is quite adamant about preserving their Canto roots.

I like Loveholic, Clazziquai and Epik High on the more eclectic range. I reckon their brand of pop is more skewed to MandoPop which is alot more easy on the ears. Most importantly no high pitched screaming girls. I'm quite sure that this model was probably pioneered by the Japanese (I might be wrong) but recent trends show that it has been perfected by the Koreans. Artist management also maintain to capitalise on the popularity of their moneymakers as well as take an interest to training them across different disciplines. Acting/singing/DJ-ing/MC-ing/Entertainment Monkey.

From a media's perspective, I would think that it is a very exciting time for them considering that Billboard is expanding into Korea taking cue from their exploding popularity in the US and cultural exchange in the case of Wonder Girls or culture copy.

Example of culture copy: Nick Bass who has worked with American big wigs - JT, Britney Speares and Janet Jackson with SuJu.

One cannot help but wonder how long this fad will last, will Japan fight back or most importantly ... What next? After all it all translates to dollars and cents $.$

Boybands fascinate me to no end. The concept of the manufacturing of idols especially. I caught the Attack of the Pin-Up Boys over yesterday and I must admit it annoyed me lesser than Detroit Metal City. Which led to checking out Super Junior over youtube. I've always remembered them as the group with too many people.

13 is a production logistical nightmare. It's simply too many to fit into one frame over a 3-5 minute MV unless you're a bollywood movie. In any case if it was, the focus would be concentrated onto the hero and his best mate. Everyone else just fills space and extra heros always die.

One thing their management did right was to split them into sub-groups to capitalize on their talent pool.


SuJu does make SS501 look like amateurs in this dance battle, based on just dancing alone I think it was a great injustice that they lost.

Love from the interns

"It's the truth, I love you."
"The truth's generally disasterous."
"I have so much love for you that I believe you will come to share some of it, no matter how hard you try to fight it."
"It doesn't work that way."
"If I believed that, I don't know how I could go on."
"You'd go on. Everybody does. Or mostly everybody."

I like the 2nd line.

I only completely adore Sven Bianchi. Disarming, tall, good looking, resourceful, smooth without trying too hard. In real life, he'd be the epitome of every guy that was ever so wrong for me.

Sometimes

there are words only tears can express.

via youwrite

Birthday shenanigans

18th - Food was ok, i really liked the roast beef and sausages. I got some mustard to go with the sausages. It was one of those really spicy mustards, spicy like wasabi, upon contact with you tongue it sends a zing to your brain and the sensation hits you right through your nose. Awesome stuff. 

Somewhere towards the end, Thurston took up a dare to lap up a huge teaspoon for $2 and the remainder for $5. I went home $7 poorer. That guy is crazy. 

Gave her a rainbow disco ball which she loved. I'm glad that went well. 

Obligatory bff shot with Sha at a Brazillian churrasco at United Square.

Celebrated the cousin's birthday on the 16th at Wine Connection with a bunch of happy men. It was quite intimidating to see that he had more make up going on than me with higher heels (6- inch pink DKNYs) to boot. The happy people were quite alright to hang out with. Zirca on a Sunday night I must add is really something else. 

Shopping for the present was so incredibly stressful. I must have went through every man bag in Takashimaya and Paragon. Shopping for happy people is so difficult cos they're alot more fashion conscious. Whilst I found many nice masculine bags I could get within my price range from Ben Sherman/Zara/AX equivalent, I realised it suited more to what I wanted. I ended up gifting a ladies light grey shoulder bag from Pull and Bear. I had to ask him a few times if he liked it. He said he did and I hope he wasn't bluffing. 

Anti-social

I missed a few parties yesterday by cooping myself up. Isolation is comforting some days. 

On missing Salsa;

Me: Hey D How was union yesterday?

D: It was fun, it wasn't too crowded so it was rather enjoyable.

Me: That's because the toes of the guys I didn't step on live to laugh another day.

D: LOL! Plenty of opportunities for you to step. 

Me: I shall endeavour to practice so that I don't suck. 

This cracked me up

Cutest thing ever. Read more about it here

Boy's my favourite.

Good news on the fone front. I'm now mobile again. Pete has (finally) been replaced by Rubee , same model and make just different colour. I've managed to transfer a few ringtones from Amanda and wallpapers courtesy of threadless. I like me some personality.  

NDP 09: What do u see?

Mr Prez, you didn't even mouth the words to the National Anthem. Srsly ... 

One and a half left feet

CN made a mistake of trying to interest me in a new R&B song that must be all the rage now in Oz called Birthday Sex by sending me this video.



It is undoubtedly the most distasteful display of dance I’ve ever seen and I made little effort to conceal it. My reply to her went along the lines of, “WTF CN !!!!, that’s vulgar!”

And she called me narrow minded.

I returned the link with this.



Now that’s what you call a sexy dance. I'm contemplating picking up Bachata sometime too.

In conversation

(Finally) Met up with Sha last week and was telling her about how in 5 years time, my mom would regret not letting me date when I was younger. With most of our secondary school friends hitched, i told her that we should have just gotten knocked up when we were 17. By now we'd have a husband, a kid and our own place. Assuming the whole purpose in life as a struggling middle lower class work horse = HDB dream* = accomplishment. It's better than chasing our own selfish personal ambitions and being lonely. Yes, if you couldn't catch it in the tone of my voice, I was being sarcastic. And then we laughed at the sheer irony, clinked our ice cream glasses (we were at Swensens) and toasted to that.

I thought I'd just include a little epilogue of the yardstick. He is there while I am here, separated by at least 16 hours of flight time. I think there is no question about whether he likes me I'm quite sure he does but it's more of whether he likes me enough. 

When I'm with him things are so well executed that I really wonder if i'm just another one of the girls that he's made a move on for the umpteenth time. It is in good counsel that I was told to forget him, words like holiday girlfriend came up. 

I don't think I ever have the willpower give him up when he's the one who looks me up in the first place. It could end well or come to nothing at all but I am not hoping for a happy ending although I have to admit, it'd be quite an awesome story to tell. At this point, I cannot even hope. His parting words to me were see you next year. That fucker.

* rite of passage. Finish school, get a partner, start a career, get a (government subsidised public housing) flat and get married.

Writer's block. Here's an oldie but goodie I came across a while back to keep you company while i go regenerate.

'Aku Ingin' Sapardi Djoko Damono
Aku ingin mencintaimu dengan sederhana

dengan kata yang tak sempat diucapkankayu
kepada api yang menjadikannya abu

Aku ingin mencintaimu dengan sederhana
dengan isyarat yang tak sempat disampaikanawan
kepada hujan yang menjadikannya tiada

"She was someone I loved passionately.

When my youth ended, that existence disappeared from my sight.

Whenever I think of old times, it’s like a dream of beautiful scenes that I shouldn’t remember.

I never called her.

Perhaps I was afraid.

Afraid that I would see those scenes again.

The old memories were mine to keep.  Buried within the depths of my heart"

“ ‘You’ll get over it’… It’s all the cliches that cause the trouble. To lose someone you love is to alter your life forever. You don’t get over it because ‘it’ is the person you loved. The pain stops, there are new people, but the gap never closes. How could it? The articulation of someone who mattered enough to grieve over is not made anodyne by death. This hole in my heart is in the shape of you and no one else can fit it. Why would I want them to? Jeanette Winterson’s Body

via sabrina

And you'd wonder why I'm still not seeing anyone.

I keep replaying this scene in my head: 

The meeting with the yardstick. 

We had agreed to meet at outside PS, I was walking from Orchard Mandarin. It was a Friday evening and I was strolling down, half excited, worried from not knowing what to say and frustrated at him for canceling on me a month ago. I made out a slim familiar figure in a distance and couldn't help but smile that big silly smile of mine. There he was and he continued to walk towards me. I had consciously put my nervous sweaty hands into my pockets and when we met, he gave me a huge hug. The enveloping, consuming kind and I could not help but put my arms around him. Gently, he tipped my chin upwards to kiss me for what seemed like 2 minutes at least, in front of the Istana, in full view of traffic and passers-by. His first words to me were "I've missed you." 

Me: I waited. (in reference to him canceling on the date he made two months ago slated for the day before)

Him: Seems like you've waited all year for this.

Me: Me? Nah.

Him: Have you been seeing anyone?

Me: On and off but nothing serious.

Him: It must be my distant Melayu blood and Peranakan genes that makes me seem so attractive to you. 

Me: Or not. I say it's natural selection.

And we launch into a conversation about Darwin and Wells. When we first dated some 7 years ago, he was such a self absorbed himbo, so he's gained a little weight in his cheeks and got a little soft at the sides but when we have conversations like these it makes him drop dead appealing. 

I miss you too. If I didn't get to say it. I miss you when you're not here. 

One of the youth performer bands at the event on Saturday played the song Penny and me. I do agree that it's one of those lovely pop-ish songs with a cheery mood attached to it. I could so picture it in my head. The windows rolled down, driving down a freeway on a clear starry night in a red convertible. And Penny would be a huge golden retriever. My bitch.

My posts are getting shorter and I've yet to succumb to micro-blogging. Slowly now, so little time, so many things to do.

"In the year 3000 YouTube, Twitter, and Facebook will merge into one super-time-wasting website called 'You Twit Face'." - Conan O'Brien

Cab conversation

This morning my cab driver has prophesied that at 25, soon to be degree holder and boyfriend-less that I will not get married because generally women who are higher educated tend to not settle for anything less. So does this means I should put off getting a masters after I get married? LOL.

The conversation reminded me of a clip a friend of mine sent to me a few weeks back.

Stuff that I actually say out loud amidst good company who don't think I'm wierd.

You know guys are lucky that size doesn't always matter. The whole thing about penis sizes baffle me, you won't really know until the clothes come off then it's show hand. But honestly if we came to that, men should just walk around without pants on. Like Donald Duck.

Got ink?

Kugan beat me to putting this up before I could even take a picture of myself. I'm plugging him for doing such an awesome job.

I like.

Sleeping with my eyes open.

Despite being a communications student, sometimes I do think that very few people understand me and the way I think. Maybe that's because I hang on to the few that do. Mid month looms closer. As the wicker burns out fast,  I wish I had someone to lean on for sanity. At this point is not about what I've done, but what I am about to do. For a short while I thought I found my roots, and then poof! like an apparition he disappeared into the night as stealthily as he came. 

I wish you were real. For a moment my mind had conjured up a seemingly perfect situation, but the reality was what i had was a shattered antiquity, my hands bleeding from piecing it back together. What's worse than not knowing why it broke? Trying to figure out whether it was worth the effort trying to put it back together. 

I want my life back as it was. I can do with decadence and a far cry from normal. We are all masochistic in our own little ways. Some more than others. 

Enhanced version 2.0

Rooney gets a pineapple hat and some lipstick, no. 16 whoever you are gets a tube bikini and afro. Why so serious?

Dear V,

While you were away holidaying in UK with ur boyfriend, I had a little fun at your desk.

<3

Soapy

My life according to my friends

waiting

*looks at phone*

Ringgggggggggggggggggg

This is record breaking. I got the news 2 mins after CNA and ST Online reported it over MSN. My colleagues were stunned.

And MOH's site crashed ... lol

It's so hard to say goodbye

For the past 1 year i had to say hello and goodbye to 6 great friends, some goodbyes harder than the others. For Cheanea, the long weekend was 48 hours and 4 hours of sleep. We talked for 6 hours straight throughout the nights just like old times. 

Our faces and eyes all puffy.

As she walked through the departure gates my heart couldn't help but feel a tad empty. I'd miss having her around like crazy but no matter what she'll always be a part of who I am. And then distance becomes just a metric measurement.

The one for the road.

I couldn't resist. Hyun Joong is just too cute. Oh and he does hip hop too.

In conversation

Today I craved hugs. I instantly thought of the various hugs from people I could get. I liked the warm, enveloping kind that makes time stop for a little while. 

My thoughts shifted to the yardstick and his no strings attached conditional preposition. Thing is I like him and when I'm around him I feel as if I forget to take my smart pills. The whole situation makes my moral high horse seem like a goddamn pigmy pony. 

Was thinking of doing a fiction inspired by real people post about the lup sup bar but too much going on in real life than to be sitting staring at the computer. I like busy. Productivity makes me feel alive. 

Dancing in heels almost killed me. No surprise that I bombed at turns.

Dressed up for dummy date with Jo. Started off with Brewerks and had a bottle of wine at Robertson Quay. It was a good thing I was distracted. The place reeks of the Yardstick.

Jo's best angle

Gate crashed a bachelor's party. Turns out I knew the groom after all so it became a gate crash gone wrong. The aforementioned party was held in some lup sup KTV near Jalan Sultan it was strange being amongst the working girls. Anyways, no pictures of girls except me and funky glowing table.

Mind trip

Incandescent is your presence by my bridge over troubled waters as you lift my chin gently and our lips would meet.

Filler

Image credits 

I realised my text is not so centralised. Oh well, screw it. Was telling an old friend how I want a whirlwind romance. I don't believe in growing to like someone. The latter sounds kinda like fungus. It's either you feel something or you don't. 

My shopping list is ever so expanding. *cries*

Diana F+

Tattoo

Pair of Doc. Marts

A holiday or two

Shopping trip

sex slave

Today's do'h moment is brought to you by Ivy.

Ivy: Why do you need a sex slave for?

Me: For sex lah. Even primary school kid can tell you that. 

I reckon that I know that age is catching up on me when I realise that the cute guys are getting younger and younger. Sigh

=.="

Wisdom in text

den : i'm suggesting that the yardstick is a mirror image tat is created frm this guy.. so while there is oni 1 of this guy.. the yardstick sort of guy could appear somewhere else too

Sweaty paws and happy feet

My hip was slightly sore from today's overzealous session. Shiny full-length floor to ceiling mirrors are my latest adversaries. I can see every ounce of undesirable fat on my body. I discovered that I'm not programmed to dance side ways, i lose my counts and bearings. I'm not quite looking forward to the turns. I realise that I follow better with my eyes closed. I'm too stubborn for my own good.

There was a particular guy that was on the petite side, vertically challenged. I couldn't figure out where to rest my line of vision and ended up looking downwards. I saw his round tummy before his feet. I couldn't help but chuckle to myself. And I'm not sure which is funnier this or another guy who doesn't seem to have any sense of rhythm at all. The sight of him reminded me of S in a club dancing to R&B, it's the absolutely the unsexiest thing ever known to my eyes.

I'm trying to convince Jan (the favourite gay cousin) to join me. Nothing more attention grabbing than 2 gender benders rockin' out latin moves in a gay club. It's so him. I'm excited so excited that I'm picking up costumes in my head.

I wake up alone.

What do you do when the person you like tells you he likes someone else?

You mope around a little, engage in some retail therapy, listen to some emo music and life returns to it's normalcy.

Just a few days ago, a colleague asked me what type of guy i liked. The question caught me off guard as I was completely stumped.

Without thinking, I said, my yardstick.

She frowned and said, how am I going to find a guy like that? What is it about the yardstick that you like?

I like nice boys, I replied.

And what defines a nice boy?

The type that will hold the door open for you.

Oh you mean the gentleman?

I suppose (half sure)

Oh that type are extinct. Good luck!

I went home and thought about it. It wasn't the fact that I thought he was hot since the very first day that attracted me. It was the attraction itself. When I'm with him I feel like I get the air knocked out of my lungs, I like how we're on the same page about alot of things, I liked how we could have good conversation, I liked how he laughed and smiled was infectious, I liked how he lived his life carpe diem.

And then it dawned on me; the fallacy of my hypothesis of having a yardstick. He had a name and face.

When nothing inspires

I pimp out my pussays .... *yawns*

Office Laughs

VW: What brand of cigarettes do you smoke?
Me: Brand XX but only on the occasion.
VW: *Makes a face* I like the smell of Malboro Reds before you smoke them. They kinda smell like raisins.

Hearts are meant to be broken

Sometimes it's almost obscene that we look so hard to find what we're looking for that it manifests itself into something purely imaginary.

Emo shite. I've always been good at it. Kapoot.

I movie marathon-ed today. I caught Three Kingdoms: Resurrection of the Dragon, I didn't get the flow of it. For a while I was wondering what was so special about it, eye candy factor was barely there. Weapons-play was alright but it was not as if there were many detailed fight scenes. The story line was rather disappointing, I reckon I could summarize the whole show in 160 char sms. I totally didn't get the bro-mance between Sammo Hung and Andy Lau's character and Maggie Q casting was absolutely weird. She's pretty but too Euro-Asian for a period drama. 

I've also taken a liking for modern Korean shows. I can see the appeal. It's a little late to be jumping on the bandwagon. If you appreciate lewd toilet humour, K-comedy might just be the thing for you. 

Crazy first love was exactly that. The movie opens with an open declaration of love by a boy who strips in front of a crowd to prove his manhood. The humour can be quite slapstick and the lead had a stupid looking 'fro. At the end of the day, its quite an endearing love story. 

I loved the storytelling and detail in He was Cool. Out of the few shows I caught today I thought that there was a little more of a thought process when it came to piecing the movie together. The lead character was so layered with so many sub-plots happening, I thought that it could even fit into a series or mini series. 

Following Lee Ki-woo's filmography, I came across Sad Movie which was anything but happy. It's a combo tragedy that makes you cannot help but feel good after because the characters all befall some form of terrible misfortune - A young son loses his mother to cancer, loss of a fiance to his job, unrequited love and finally learning to let go of a loved one who's moved on. 

Oooh general observation on K-media, their movie stars are better looking as compared to the drama actors where as for the Japanese their celebs do everything from singing to movies, dramas, TVC and endorsements. I guess Sg would be similar in that aspect, the essential difference is that our "celebs" are on the talentless side who's super-stardom is much perceived and limited to housewives. 

I remember

You wore a red shirt and Levis on my first day of school. I noticed you in the LT amongst the other rowdy boys checking out the freshmen girls. I thought you were a stud. (for the lack of a better word)

I'm not sure what it was that attracted me in the first place but for a moment you had looked straight at me as I was watching you. Our eyes met briefly and I was deeply embarrassed that you caught me looking.

When I first told you this, I remember you laughing at my expense.

You said that to your credit, you remember me for the very same day because I was cute and I had a flat ass that made my jeans fit funny. I was mortified. Then again my butt had never been a real ass-et. I blame my dad's Chinese genes.

After what seems like 8 years after, you still insist that I had singled you out, kiss me and tell me how you can't deny good taste. I remember ... and I'm retardedly happy.

Coffee Prince

Oh regarding my disappearance, I completed an entire K-drama (Coffee Prince) over the Easter weekend. The line up of music was quite good - a handful in English, my only gripe was that they started to repeat some songs later in the show which i suspect is a cost saving measure on licensing. One of my favourites being the one below which has a nice sad tune to it.



I also thought that the way they begun the drama was very Japanese with the CG and whimsical flashbacks incorporated without leaving out the typical Korean elements of a young adult drama (not in order of appearance)

1. Poor girl (check)

2. Rich guy (check)

3. Family opposes relationship (check)

4. Male lead stripping (check)

5. Male/female lead crying so hard until snot runs (check, check check)

6. Plastic looking antagonist (half-check)

Since there was no particular antagonist, but the 2nd lead seemed antagonizingly plastic/ cliche enough.

The homosexual undertones were an interesting twist. At one point of the story, one of the characters Sun Ki who plays a Japanese remarks that, (homosexuality) in Japan was a normal thing and was more acceptable. 

 

There's been a surge of Koreans remaking Japanese material for their own. Two examples would be Hana Yori Dango (Boys over flowers) and Antique Bakery. I've yet to catch the Korean version for both.

*I'm still dancing** 

In conversation - the return of the yardstick (It had to be you)

Original text msg:

I'm back on the (Date)! Be at XXX mrt at 11pm. I'm staying the night.

I was hoping it was him. I was so sure. I just needed his affirmation. It's been a year. Wouldn't kill him to just come clean right? Then I remembered how the romantics and mystery had always been part of his appeal. I miss ...

Sophie

facebook msg i asked u if u were the one who sent the potentially suggestive text to me

6:26pmYardstick

might have been

6:27pmSophie

you half irk me (for not signing off)

i was wondering why my dad would want to meet up at 11pm (at the mrt)

6:27pmYardstick

how so?

lol

u jus have to wait at 11 to see who turns up then

6:28pmSophie

if i asked him and got it wrong, i'd probably have to sit thru a half hour lecture abt the birds and the bees

*grin* I'll see you then

Talkback: Hello my name is ...

This post is inspired by Den, about the difficulty of getting goodfriends the older we get. 

As far as self introductions go which I have been doing quite alot lately trying to break out of an old mold, meeting new people is more like an opportunity that I allow myself.

Speaking of which, just yesterday, in jest, I was poking fun of my colleague,

LS: Actually I'm very shy one.
Me: *sniggering* LS, there is a difference between shy and anti-social.

To which our E, a fellow resident of our cubi-hood (cubicle neighbourhood) known as the vortex of the insanity burst out laughing and slapped me a nice high five.

So back to this issue of making friends, between shy and anti-social, I wouldn't be surprised if i gravitated to the latter. While it may be easy for me to go up to introduce myself, it's another thing altogether that one sees me at ease. One of the motivating factors could be dependent on the company I host or hosting me. 

I draw an example from personal experience, the secondary school that I went to was one of those mandarin speaking ones. Since my preferred and almost (only) language I can effectively converse in is English, I found it hard to build friendships but those that stick though, were well worth it, as I would discover as long as 12 years later. (ZOMFG, it's been 12 years since I first knew my secondary school friends lah -.- )

*ditsy moment* But I digress ...

When I had moved on to poly I realised it was easier to communicate with my peers, there were other people who were crap at their second languages, perhaps not so coincidental that they usually come from the MGSs, IJs and the St. somethings and I didn't feel so alone or intellectually challenged anymore.

Then came Uni where in a communications course the inability to articulate would cause much embarrassment. It gets easier for me to let my guard down to exchange initial pleasantaries but again out of so many superficial relationships built, some through the capacity of work or social activities I guess what matters more is the act of building and sustaining long term relationships.

Just for fun I did a short search on the web and I found some interesting articles, one of interest being, What's the ideal number of friends? that builds upon Dunbar's number that most people have 5 very close friends, 10 in the second tier of closer friends some of which might be made up of family, 35 in the next tier and about 100 in the last category where one would consider to be less than acquaintance.

Makes me kinda ponder about where I stand in my friends' lives. :)

Subliminal neurotics

I dreamt last night that I had visited Den and his beautiful wife in their spanking new apartment. It's rather weird coz despite being in contact for yonks thanks to the technological advances and the internet, we've never really carried a conversation other than virtually. I've even never heard his voice before. As far as we've been socially connected, I used to be in the school band where his older brother was once a drum major for and we all share the same alma mater, SGS and eventually TP despite going to different disciplines.

Ok back to the weird dream, his wife asked to stay for lunch and being the guest, I offered to help in the kitchen while wife is in the living room entertaining one more person. Strangely, it's something that I would naturally offer to do. I can offer to cook for you but don't ever ask me to clean up, I will shoot you a look as if you were turning green and little horns were sprouting out from the top of your head. 

So we were in the kitchen, a nicely stocked up one I might add and he was preparing fried rice, I helped chopping and stuff and somehow he ended up frying 4 eggs. You got it, frying in oil. Half way through cooking, he started to stir the whites of the eggs around, as if to make a scramble. 

Me being highly intolerable to stupidity kind goes, "What the fuck do you think you're doing." (In its entirely, profanity-driven honest to goodness query) 

 

And Den says that he's making poached eggs because his wife loves them. Which can either sound really sweet or really daft depending on the amount of romantic crap you're into. 

Honestly, if you don't know how to poach an egg, I have a link here. Despite being compared to seagull poop, the vortex method has worked for me. But the bottom line is, you never poach an egg in oil. 

On a random note one of my sexiest conversations, (with the yardstick no less) went down talking about the secret to poaching eggs. Ok I'm being biased here but any cute guy who can talk to me about the correct preparation of food is sexy in my books. 

So, Den and I, we get into an argument, I remember saying something like whatever lah and I wake up feeling like I needed to hit someone in frustration.

It is, in a self diagnosis that I am compelled to believe that I am a neurotic, a control freak (which explains why people tend to believe me when I tell them I'm Hitler's incarnate) and have a disability to clean which spans even up till my subconscious.  

Tonight, I was feeling awfully down until XS provided me with a gem of a solution - delete facebook, explore the world and have a life. I couldn't have said it better myself. 

"I wish I knew how to quit you (facebook)."

When my milkshake brings all the boys to the yard ...

You fill up this application form.

Random

Robert Schwartzman is kinda hot. Especially when he's half a Coppola, he looks like an older Dave Franco. I suspect my daily feed of Questionable Content has cultivated an interest in the indie-rock looking boy. Marty IS kinda cute for a cartoon. 

Woman vs Man

http://bitsandpieces.us/2009/03/11/a-study-in-poetry-men-vs-women/ via bits and pieces

Short talk

Inspired by conversations with Den

I personally think this recession has forced us into creative employment opportunities. Look at Gary Ng - the rise of the Singaporean Male Pornstar.

Short stop

Pew pew would probably be the most non-threatening onomopiac sound ever conceived for a weapon shot. It’s like unicorns shooting out rainbows out of their asses.

And then Wayne sends me this visual:

It would have been waaaay cooler if the unicorn had rainbows shooting out of its ass.

She twirled her longer hair round her fingers while she checked her phone with one hand like a natural text-aholic. Her digital clock read 2.21am, and she was slightly irate by the casual proposal. Nothing good ever happens after 2am. 

Her lips curled at a distant memory. 

It had started with a text. An impromptu preposition of some sort. Some call it an indecent proposal. 

A relay of messages followed fixing the little details of a rendezvous. 

She picked up a young bottle of Red Muscato that corresponded with her lightened mood. 

When he had arrived, she was inebriated while he was shivering slightly partly from the cool wind and partly because of circumstantial boundaries. 

Curfews, sneaking out and parents bring an obscene imbalance to the equation for the liberated female. She laughed at her own ambivalent desperation and most importantly how under any other instance, it would have been a complete turn off. 

She remembered his washboard stomach as in quivered against her lips as she made her way downwards. She had been hungry in every sense until upon his first thrust, she gasped. 

She was utterly bewildered at how negligible his member was. Frustrated at her own frustrations. To make things worst, flipping sides didn't help but merely escalated her dissatisfactions. 

It seemed to go on forever. At least he had decent stamina she mused to herself as she thought of every lover that she's ever had. If things could have not gone worse, he whispered every dirty thought he had in her ear. 

"Are we there yet?" she enthused. It was like riding a donkey to China, with a dildo up your ass. At the end of the porn star performance, she bid him good-bye, rolled over and had her good night's rest. 

Nothing good ever happens after 2am.

Start of something new

Weekend start was awesome. No regrets about riding the guillotine early. We did it guys. All of us together. The euphoria led to some thing else. Thank ye too. 

Having a staged alter ego is sort of like wearing concealer at night, you look great, take on a whole different persona, and after it all ends, you go back to being the same person you were.  

I had a weird dream this afternoon about being on a train that didn't stop looping, lying next to a familiar face, he was smiling at me. I wish someone would really look at me like that. 

Looping: <3's Dan for sending the song

runnin through the monsoon 
beyond the world
to the end of time
where the rain won't hurt 
fighting the storm
into the blue
and when i lose myself
i'll think of you 
together we'll be running somewhere new
through the monsoon
just me and you

Inspired by Felix across the north borders.

On the MRT on the way home, I spot a girl smiling to herself as she checks out her phone. Makes you kinda wonder what is going through her mind. 

Mental masturbation - where she clutches the train handles tightly as she grits her teeth like a scene in a japanese hentai, she blushes a deep shade of pink as she is crossing and uncrossing her thighs trying to forget the moistness and throbbing between her legs. Resisting the urge to touch herself in public, she gulps and almost lets out a small moan as the blood rushes to her head giving herself a mini orgasm. 

A joke of some sort between 2 co-workers that involve impaling a common super(visor) starting with stapling her eyelids shut. 

An old wives tale that was passed on from mother to daughter about a marriage of a village girl to a horse. Her mother swears it happened. She laughs of the thought of her mother finding bestiality porn. Seems that it was already fashionable then. 

The promises of a lovesick over-zealous admirer who'd promise her anything she'd ever wish for. 

So much had ran through her thoughts. And yet ... The one thing that truly tickled her for the duration of that journey was watching an elder couple that she estimated to be 2 generations older. The old lady's head rested upon the frail shoulders of her partner, her palm encased in his. 

The observer took out her mobile to take a picture and then decided against it in fear of trespassing on such a personal moment. She looked hard at them again, as if to make a mental photograph and decided that the image would burn in her mind as the sort of happiness that she would aspire to have for herself to last her lifetime. 

C: I need a cause, I hate volunteer work.
Me: What about rehabilitation of whores back into society, you are already in the the RC. (C lives in Geylang - Singapore's red light district)
C: I hate you.

C: What's with that smug look?
Me: I just a mental high five with the little person in my head. SCORE!

One and only

*hsus  Philosophie says: (8:30:08 PM)

i want attention

Nuahs - missing pot says: (8:31:33 PM)

ATTENTION!

*hsus  Philosophie says: (8:32:33 PM)

marco!

Nuahs - missing pot says: (8:32:41 PM)

polo

*hsus  Philosophie says: (8:32:48 PM)

heh

Walled-of fame

(You) look good for a constipated person

Breakfast conversation

@ BK Cineleisure

Me: Way to pick a location

C: (Looking around) What's wrong

Me: Everyone is so frickkin young. This is so not my demographic.

C: Ya, not for the past 10 years at least.  

Dorky kinda cute

LS found this for me at work. He's a pharmacist in US. I wouldn't mind if he came seranade me.

Short thoughts

Haven't had any inspiration from the below mentioned challenge. My head's filled with graphic grossness thanks to Warren Ellis and Will's special mention of 2 girls in a cup to which I wiki-ed and decided that I would rather go blind and gorge my eyes out with a spoon than to partake in such a spectacle.

I sat up wide awake. Thinking of a suitable plot, as layered as kuih lapis (About the same time hunger pangs start to sink in) but to no avail. So I thought abt school and managed some constructive ideas abt the presentation. All is not lost. I'm quite exhausted today.

Short stop

By request I was asked/tasked/challenged to do something worthy of  a porn script. I will however think about it and with enough inspiration get to it as soon as i get a new muse. 

I'm making a personal resolution to make any moves on a guy and wait till he makes them. Just like its meant to be. Until then I will fill all my days with enriching healthy activities.

S tried to ring me but I didn't pick up his call. I didn't want to be dependent on him. At the back of my mind, I think its because I'm friends with his boss's wife. Karma is a bitch. Besides, it was good to know there are other people I can count on for support even if they're a 12 hour time difference away. 

The wingman got gf liao. My advise works better on others than it does myself. I should charge for therapy sessions. After which i use that money to seek therapy myself. 

My secondary schoolmate's micro blog about his coming bundle of joy here. It was always been a private joke for us that his kid would inherit 4 dimples from both parents. Talk about good genes. Their kids would probably be blessed with Mom's good looks and Dad's good brains (hopefully not his tiny eyes LOL). 

Reckonings

Mental meltdown. I could feel my heart race uncontrollably, my ears ringing and heat radiating from my face and palms. 38.7 degrees. After contemplating my existence I was much too exhausted. 

When 2 out of x of my best shags have decided to move to Europe and not come back, it doesn't become a statistic. It's a f@#$ing demographic.

I need a Euro trip. 

Flash back to Saturday.

It's strange how we seek comfort in someone else's misery. It was his birthday Saturday. Between sobriety and a smoke, I remembered telling K and she told me, you know my gf ended a 6 year relationship when she was 31.

"After that she went on a fucking binge and soon I started to remember the men in her life by their professions." 

I told her about how I felt about the Singapore dating scene and she said that its a generation thing. It's the 80s. 

I laughed. 

By her hypothesis, I would have to start dating guys who are at least 5 years older than I am or 7 years younger. 

XS

He came by past noon all dressed up in his reservist gear. We hardly made small talk. He looked thoughtful as if to censor himself. He was always so politically correct. Smart but over self regulated.

He looked great as I had always known him to be, his hair neatly tussled, his smile semi reserved and his clothes hanging off his tight chiseled frame. In short, (haha to the pun coz he was about the same height as I was) he made quite a beach hottie. 

I thought about him as a public figure one day. He still baffles me up till now. He seems promising but as any one with real power or less worldly wise, he'll be bound to make mistakes; some contradicting the past and promises he cannot keep. Then perhaps he'll learn that life or even the press is less forgiving. 

Thnks fr th mmrs, adieu.  

For Weilin and the lizard-haters

I've never felt so grossed out and fascinated before.

If it's been removed search Jin-Jok in youtube.

In conversation

Intern 1: Honestly I do not know what to do if I was presented with that many pectorals. Do you like pectorals?

Me: I wouldn't really care.

Intern 2: (With a Eureka look) I know! You could play DDR

In conversation

sOaPy - “The two most common elements in the universe are hydrogen and stupidity.”:
Newsflash u are turning 27 in 3 days. How fucking old is that?

"Soaps, you look as if you took a walk along the cosmics and the stars
twinkled for you, just for you."

E on my euphoric moment eating white chocolate coated rice krispies that had a maple flavouring.

I also learnt that porno mag in chinese is Ser Qing Kan Wu. My thirst for knowledge astounds even me.

My precious

I have a sexy new addition to my family. I'm calling him Pete along with other inanimate possessions of mine; Amanda my macbook and Berdberd my router. Strangely PSP and camera do not have names.

Soapy tries scriptwriting for reality TV

Scene 486, Season 2: Enter bestfriend of main cast member, Sam into posh restaurant. Lighting is kept to a minimal almost like the Paris Hilton sex tape. She’s wearing a little tight electric blue dress with a matching expensive as hell handbag and stiletto heels. Her fake boobs look like they’re going to pop out of that sucka any moment yet she manages to jiggle daintily into a booth seat. 

She orders a bottle of sparkling water and lemon and checks her watch (product placement) and furrows her semi botox-ed brow. (It may or may not move depending on how recent botox was done)

Cue Jesse, tall hot tanned, sparkly light eyes with side swept perfectly blow dried hair. Walks no, saunters in. Slides into the booth seat with ease unlike Ms fake boobs.

He gives Sam a peck on the cheek. Sam looks visibly cheesed off.

Jess: Baby what’s wrong?

Sam: You’re late. Look, I’ve been here waiting for 2 full minutes for you. (Points at watch)

Jess: I’m not, I was parking the car. I told you to get out while I parked the car.

Sam: What ever. I’m hungry.

Jess proceeds to order his food.

Scene 487, Season 2:

Sam: Are you happy?

Jess: (While chomping on his food) Yeah.  What’s there not to be happy about?

Sam: I mean we’ve been seeing each other for about 5 months now. 

Jess: Yeah, its  been great. But I'm not ready for a relationship right now. I really want to but things have been so unsettled. 

Sam: (almost tearing) Yeah me too. 

Jess: By the way you remember my ex, Andi?

Sam: Yeah she was quite pretty. 

Jess: I don't think I'm over her. And she wants to get back together. I'm so CONFUSED.

Sam: I'm so drunk right now.

They start to make out.

**Soundtrack plays end credits roll. Voice over: Stay tuned for the next episode ...

The Hills with James Franco and Mila Kunis from James Franco

If I was queen of the world, there'd be no love songs, romantic novels or movies.

I caught Becoming Jane today, was rather tempted at channel switching, period dramas were never my thing even though I have great respect for Jane Austen as a writer but after a while her stories get a little blah, always between the dichotomy of social classes, likened the plots of modern day Korean dramas. And then what?

James McAvoy and his beautiful, baby blues.

“What value would there be in life if we are not together.”

Apparently lots. Had she eloped with Tom Lefroy, the man wouldn’t have gone to become who he became and she wouldn’t have devoted her life in writing. 

Watching the movie, the question of historical accuracies aside, I thought it gave a little insight to what type of person she was and how cold reality is. With that in mind, I do believe that genuinely they gave each other their hearts and love to last their lifetimes. 

Jane Austen never married. 

It is though, on the creepy side, to have her “ex” name his first born after her.

In conversation

On my the choice of MSN nick,

the good eek says: 

someone's cleeeeeearly not a big solitaire fan

Soapy - tired of the games you play says: 

*kicks*

the good eek says: 

*blocks

Soapy - tired of the games you play says: 

shaddup u non-single insensitive bastard

the good eek says: 

*hadukens*

Soapy - tired of the games you play says: 

*sucker punches*

the good eek says:

i am very sensitive to single folk, dammit! i was single and not getting any for four years. there is no one more sympathetic!!

Soapy - tired of the games you play says: 

this can go on FOREVER u hear me

the good eek says:

*shows off jock strap, then yoga flames your ass*

Soapy - tired of the games you play says: 

wtf is yoga flame!

the good eek says: 

dahlseem's move

the good eek says: 

duh

Soapy - tired of the games you play says:

*pulls an ULTIMATE wedgie with jock strap, thus deflecting yoga flames*

the good eek says: 

... that's physically impossible

the good eek says: 

who play game with you? tell me!

the good eek says:

i settle!

And when you think it can't get any better .....

Soapy - tired of the games you play says:

u are masochistic u know that

the good eek says: 

i am actually quite gentle, believe it or not

Soapy - tired of the games you play says: 

because u are the one who has to bend over

Soapy - tired of the games you play says: 

of course u have to be quite gentle

the good eek says:

i curse you with nightmares of me and other men of my caliber getting it on

Soapy - tired of the games you play says:

well if they're good looking and u are bending down i can hardly see u

Soapy - tired of the games you play says: 

its ok

Soapy - tired of the games you play says: 

i might welcome that thought

the good eek says:

i said men of my caliber.

the good eek says: 

actually, no. scratch that. i curse you with the thought of five guys who all look exactly like me (my clones if you will) getting it on.

the good eek says: 

so there.

Soapy - tired of the games you play says: 

too late

the good eek says: 

it's never to late to curse

the good eek says: 

*curses*

Soapy - tired of the games you play says:

the disc has already be written

Soapy - tired of the games you play says: 

u've missed the boat

Soapy - tired of the games you play says: 

better luck next time

the good eek says: 

you say these things, but i know the thought's already seeped into your subconcious. i hope you wake up screaming with a terrible need to claw out your eyes.

Soapy - tired of the games you play says: 

well i'll just dream of u having a vagina

Soapy - tired of the games you play says: 

i'll wake up laughing

Soapy - tired of the games you play says: 

and go hahaha. i always knew that

the good eek says: 

fuck, i'd laugh after waking up from that dream