Roses are red, menses are too.

My date with Mickey.

2008-04-09T15:13:00.002+08:00

We got free passes for a whole day at all the 4 Disney themeparks thanks to Christy (Jay's daughter) because she worked there.

We spend 12 hours on foot, running around to the different attractions and queuing up waiting our turn. Each wait was at least 10 - 30mins, and the rides took 1 min each and then we were out running about again.

We did our best to catch all the coasters, however halfway through the day it showered, and we bought $7 PONCHOS. $7. For plastic. And the rides were closed because they couldn't operate in the rain. So we ended up on a Nemo ride.

It was, cute.

Stepping into DisneyLand after 20 years was really quite something. As I saw the castle again after such a long time, i felt something inside stirring, like a little kid who couldn't get her eyes off it. Then there was the Dumbo ride, and Peter Pen, and Its A Small World, and the Spinning Tea Cups, and the car ride my little brother sat! It felt so weird walking through all that, with a slight sickening feeling of mortality creeping up from behind :/ I nearly cried watching the fireworks over Cinderella's castle. One of those weird spaces where you feel nothing at all has changed (the eternity of magic and dreams), and yet everything has and will. I almost feel sick thinking that the next time I'll be there it'll be with my kids. And i'll be 10 years older. Sigh.

We ended up having Fish and Chips there, from Harry Ramsden! After the fireworks, it started pouring again, and everyone was soaked, and tired. But I totally loved my experience there again, and I'm glad I had a chance to go there. One thing that was so valuable, was taking in how they ran such a bloody darn big park (in fact, 4), and their amazing ability to keep the logistics in place, the systems running, and the magical service and experience. That's definitely something to learn from.

Orlando: Pot with Jay

2008-04-05T14:36:00.002+08:00

We arrived yesterday night after a grueling 24 hour flight that was probably the worst flight experience of my life. But that's over, and all made better by the beautiful storm clouds and thunderbolts that shot through the gloomy Orlando sky.
Sexy.

Highlight #1: We rented a Maxima and installed a GPRS system. Cool shit. My first ever, and probably not my last. Its so effective, only it makes you dumb at reading maps. But that's ok. When I'm old a GPRS would make easy maneuvering with my wheelchair compared to fumbling around with a map for directions to the nearest restroom.

Highlight #2: All-you-can-eat CRAB LEGS for only $20 at our very own Best Western restaurant!
Only... they ran out.
So we made a trip to CHICK-FIL-A and I tell you, I met paradise on earth. Juicy chicken, waffle-fries, free helping to 30989857 different sauces and milkshake. Oh heavens, the milkshake....simply o-r-g-a-z-m-e-e-kk

Highlight #3: Speaking of orgasmic, and although I'm NOT a porn maniac I must say, the porn documentary channel sure was eye-opening, with girls and apes, girls and old men, floury fat girl and man, man and girl who is still a man, gay straight man, and all other flora and fauna you can imagine - you know, 253 difference species in a single rain forest type variety.

Highlight #4: Meeting Jay and Jeannie Conrad Lavinson. They are the cutest pair. He's crinkly, with gentle eyes and bad-boy remnants, and she's a big girl, with 8 kids and the energy level of a lightening bolt. Goofy memory tests, singing and guitar, ribs and majito and the killer highlight: Pot with Jay. I'm so going to engrave that on my tombstone. "Here lies Lin, who SMOKED POT WITH JAY YO MA'FUCKER TAKE THAT!!! Rest in peace."

Highlight #5: We got free tix to a day pass to ALL THE DISNEY ATTRACTIONS. That saved us a jolly good $500!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Bring on the roller coasters!!!!

We'll have pictures 2moro!, Til then.
Over and out.

The Secret Life of SpiderPig

2008-03-27T13:23:00.000+08:00

Ground 0

2008-03-26T13:08:00.000+08:00

The After.

Skive-diving

2008-03-26T12:53:00.000+08:00

The Middle.

12,000 feet @ 220km/h - The Ultimate Sky Experience

2008-03-26T12:47:00.001+08:00

The Beginning.

Of burnt cheeks and increasing methane levels

2008-03-24T11:40:00.000+08:00

Everyone remembers New Zealand from those FernLeaf kid's milk advertisements - green rolling hills, bright blue skies, strolling cows and more cows and cows and cows and the beginning of a series of sheep you didnt' catch in the neighboring pen because its an advertisement for cow's milk.
New Zealand has more cows and sheep as their population than human beings.
Which also explains why 50 percent of its greenhouse gas emissions arise from methane released by enteric fermentation. Did you know that sheep and cow burp? Yea well, they do. So the next time your boyfriend burps in the open, thank God he's not releasing a whole spew of methane that brings along global warming with it.

And there was where i spent my last 2 weeks.
Amongst cows, sheep and boys - with the thing in common being the raising methane levels.

To make matters more complicated, NZ on a sunny day was cloudless, glaring, and yet bone-chilling when the winds blew. That equates to sun-burnt noses on 1 end, and shivering butts on the other.

Welcome to the South Island of New Zealand - the one right below the North one.

Success Secrets

2008-03-13T04:55:00.002+08:00

I've gotten my hands involved in co-authoring a book.

A book! I hardly read books.
I collect books that have nice covers!

The whole point of the book is to showcase what it takes for particular individuals to be at the top of their game. It's like, if you had a 1 hr lunch with a well-known producer director, or dancer, or photographer, or politician, what are the questions you'd ask that could really make a difference to you?

I've realized several similar factors between all the 'successful' individuals that I've met with.

I won't tell, at least yet!

I'll save it for our website and blog before revealing some of the secrets, so stay tuned or be doomed to a life of no-success because you didn't listen to or read, the FAQ BOOK on SUCCESS...

hee

2007-12-11T06:26:00.000+08:00

I found the meaning of long lost love.

Tonight, I sleep with my lappy in my arms.

2007-11-30T12:35:00.000+08:00

I don't have my lappy to hunch over anymore

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the brink

2007-11-29T07:22:00.000+08:00

That fact that I have been blogging more frequently at night only points to the inevitable fact that my days have merged into nights, and in the wee lonely hours of my office I sit hunched over my lappy.

This morning is a morning of no inspiration.
Nil, absolutely.

I've been staring at my screen for the longest time, eager to pounce on some marketing work, and for the last 2 hours achieved the commendable task of rearranging 2 speech bubbles over and over again, before the program jams, and I restart it and shuffle the speech bubbles around again, and it jams, and I restart and continue with my compulsive obsession over these 2 stupid splotches of emptiness.

CrankySmanky

2007-11-28T01:29:00.000+08:00

I was moping around earlier, and found myself conveniently next to the loo hole. I started to miss fondly the slightly more spacious loo back at The Tanamera. Plus, that loo had a really good 12th story view, and when I felt like it, there was a neat little ledge I could squeeze my small tight ass to perch on and contemplate deeply on life's eccentricities, while wondering (at the same time mind you - that's what your right left brain is for isn't it) how loud a crash I'd make if I toppled over onto the Guard post just below.

I don't quite like my shophouse loo.
Its dingy, a weak awful green (or issit blue? One of those senseless debates you can busy yourself with while on the stinker), and just absolutely no space to stretch your long shaven legs.

I'm cranky.
I effectively have 11 people's bu**shit to deal with,
I haven't slept in the last 2 nights,
I don't have a thrilling enough social life,
Singapore roads have a speed limit of 90,

and I just found out I have to resubmit my bloody coaching exam coach demo clip.

WHERE'S MY CHOCOLATE?!!?!!

My Night with a Date

2007-11-01T03:14:00.000+08:00

If you would've known by now, the tittle of this blog is downright misleading.
Anyone telepatic enough would know that the last time I went out on a date was also the last time I shaved.
So I'm sitting here, next to the last shrivel of a date, listening to Divinyls croon about how she touches herself, at 3.30am in Office.

I don't know how I ended myself up in this situation.
Neither do I know why I decided to blog about it. Honestly of all the significant things I've done in my life (like take part in a Beer-drinking competition, or stick panty-liners on the backs of innocent passer-bys), tonight doesn't even come close to anything fun or almighty.

The last time I felt a thrill of any sort was when I almost crashed into a truck at a junction while talking the the phone. But that'only lasted a split second.

Sure, running a business is fun.
Leadership and recognition has its perks,

But that means no more whining.
Or frolicking naked in the rain.
Or watching my parents freak at my piercings in indecent areas.
Or wearing panties on my head and fooling around.
Or mooning people in cars.
Or making out with random (hot) strangers.
Or waking up at 7pm for breakfast.
Or diva shopping days.
Or acting like a kid.
Or being a kid.
Or breaking out in spastic cuss words in restaurants.
Or being grumpy.
Or drug-induced sprees.
Or shocking pink hair and stockings.
Or shameless flirting and groping.
Or long meaningless tans.
Or complete abandonment.
Or repeated replies of 'I don't know I don't know I don't know I don't know I don't know'
Or long boring dates.
Or long boring relationships.
Or crazy halloween nights.
Or obsessive game playing
Or obsessive crushing.
Or gossiping.
Or conversations that revolve around me and no one else.

I'm 23 and spunky, with a bright future, and singing along to 911 into an empty bottle listening to my voice vibrate against plastic.

I think I'll indulge in that date right about now.

2007-07-26T18:27:00.000+08:00

I tried to go on like I never knew you
I'm awake but my world is half asleep
I pray for this heart to be unbroken
But without you all I'm going to be is, incomplete

Voices tell me I should carry on
But I am swimming in an ocean all alone
Baby, my baby
It's written on your face
You still wonder if we made a big mistake

The day you see me get mushy and resort to replaying backstreet boys songs and quoting them.

But,
You still haunt me in my dreams, and there isnt a day that goes by without me trying not to think of you.

my idea of a haji

2007-07-22T20:11:00.001+08:00

food
beer
massages
food
fashion
cute guy
food
sheesha
beer

my idea of a haji

2007-07-22T20:11:00.000+08:00

working at haji lane is a bad bad choice, when there's a perpetual workload, and surrounding me are lanes and lanes of food and massages.

Blink.

2007-07-17T00:59:00.000+08:00

LIFE

has been absolutely crazy.

I can't even contain it in a blog.

Check out my Slide Show!

2007-04-21T00:20:00.001+08:00

Blank and baffled.

2007-03-14T18:27:00.000+08:00

I'm musing at my amusement at how, for the first time ever, i feel like i want kids. And anyone who knows me, knows how goddamn major that is.

For the first time I mean it when I say,

2007-03-03T18:02:00.000+08:00

I miss your lips and everything attached to it.

2 weeks later

2007-02-28T14:12:00.000+08:00

You take the breath right out of me

Still.

2007-02-17T18:53:00.000+08:00

I dont think i'm quite ready to say anything right now.

Rule #1: NO onion, garlic or crushed pepper on a date

2007-02-09T02:27:00.000+08:00

Here's another interesting valentine-date hopeful:

"can i date you to burger king for a whooper burger with onion rings and coke?"

His expertise in the BK menu displays a very high likelihood of an ex-BK staff. However i am in a good mood, and shall acknowledge the fact that he actually offered a complete meal, and not just a drink.

I excite myself.

2007-02-07T01:36:00.000+08:00

Its 1.35am and I'm in the office doing my springclean.
I'm bored. And trying to distract myself with my late-night-kakis isnt working because most of them are busy doing more interesting late-night-kaki things.

Which leaves me blasting my dancey dancey shake shake backside music at its loudest in an on-going attempt to make springcleaning fun.

Step to right, dip.
Grab the paper, tear.
Twirl
1,2 step to the bin
Dump
Grind
Bob to the left
Grab the stack of namecards
Sift to the right
Sift to the left
Dump keep dump keep
Drop
Wiggle wiggle
Chuck stationery

So its slow. And embaressing if anyone were to catch me, but its helping me work off that damn chilli crab I had for dinner.

I like my turkiyes stuffed =)

2007-02-06T23:38:00.000+08:00

"hi
i m tolga, from turkiye
how ar u?
u look in very sexy and cute
excited me so much ;)
can we talk on here or others?
see ya"

I swear, i fucking laughed out so loud at this one and i HAD to share it with you girls.

Late night entertainment

2007-02-06T19:15:00.000+08:00

Mission accomplished

2007-02-02T18:23:00.000+08:00

so you see,

that wasnt too emo, was it. And it was in fact, quite thrilling. Like, who knew you could blog a whole 3 damn paragraphs on yoghurt!

THE BEGINNING!!!

2007-02-02T17:06:00.000+08:00

And so today, on this bright sunny cool spring day, I awoke to the thought of beautiful creamy smooth healthy yoghurt gliding down my throat and filling my system with all my neccessary vitamins and minerals (not that i know what on earth yoghurt is made out of, but somehow those 2 words always go together, like milk and cereal).

Running on the yoghurt drive, i jumped out of bed nearly slipping on my magic aladdin carpet, made a stumble for the toilet, the sink, and my candy-stripped boxers. Did i meantion i've been having a badass sweet-tooth lately? Like, badass.

I headed downstairs and like a cat let out of the bag (?!) pounced on the sole carton of yoghurt left in the fridge, all lonely and begging me to consume it with such passion and lust unknown to mankind. My heart soaring with infatuation, i fingered the fragile foil and RIPPED it open the way only Santa would be proud of. Unfortunately, due to his isolation in the constraints of the Artic region, his bad sense of humour left a bad taste in my mouth, in the form of an amphibious clumpy sticky female-discharge looking substance.

The goddamn thing was expired a month ago.
(It was a left-over from my flight back from Oz)

Which left me no choice but to rummage the fridge for something edible, and digestable that wouldnt cripple me for the next 3 days.

I opened the fridge door and my eyes lay sight on a box, so glorious and holy it stood out and made me wonder why i never took notice of it all this while. It was at eye level, and, almost too afraid to touch it, hovered over it for a good 3 seconds before picking it up delicately. To my delight, it was a little golden box of chocolate, and on its packaging was the brand name Bernard Csomestupidfrenchname scribbled on in....wait a minute. I"M NOT GOING TO HAVE ANYTHING TO DO WITH THAT NAME.

I threw the box back in
slammed the fridge door shut
marched upstairs to find a corner to brood and suck on my thumb

and rendered myself useless the rest of the day.

Until i get my yoghurt.

I can make chicken noises really well

2007-02-02T16:35:00.000+08:00

I have just realized that, despite my oh-so-exciting life (at least to outsiders), I dont often blog about the thrilling stuff. In fact, hardly. I have been too emo for my own good lately and i'm bored of it.

The End.

my addiction

2007-01-26T23:53:00.000+08:00

Now there's nothing wrong with you
I've just grown tired
And I'm in a mood for a brand new curse

Whipped.

2007-01-04T17:08:00.000+08:00

Its storming outside, with flashes of lightening that dazzle the sky and thunder that rocks my window still.

The force of the wind and rain send shots of excitement through me and fires up a freedom inside that fills every single cell in my body.

It makes me want to rave up the engine and drive over to you and take you down in the goddamn pouring rain.

I. Am. Seething.

2006-12-15T17:37:00.000+08:00

I'm pleased to announce that it is now proven that 98% of the world's 6 billion population are KIDS.

IRRESPONSIBLE WHINEY KIDS, OF WHICH HALF RESIDE IN SINGAPORE.

And although that doesnt make sense mathematically, it doesnt change the fact that SOME humans have fucked up integrity that they dump on others and run away to hide their faces in their mother's skirts.

I DONT CARE IF U"VE GOT BADASS BILLS TO PAY, OR IF YOU"RE JOBLESS, OR IF YOU FEEL BAD.
IT DOESNT GODDAMN MAKE A DIFFERENCE.

GROW FUCKING UP.

GEEZ.

Touched up, baby!

2006-12-13T02:54:00.000+08:00

2006-12-03T03:43:00.000+08:00

i'm grinning to myself, and my whole body and soul tingles with infatuation.

Slovak Virgin Journey

2006-11-30T00:31:00.000+08:00

The explaination for my disappearance

2006-11-29T03:53:00.000+08:00

Its been 3 weeks since I've seen so many people of different nationalities gathered in a single place. I've just come from the Land of the white, tall and slim - Slovak girls are known to be the prettiest of all Europeans. I can't say the same for the opposite sex.

Right now, I'm in the Land of Hommus, awaiting my flight to Singapore after a 5 hour transit. I'm sitting here, sprawled on a couch wiping waffer crumbs off my cleavage. Its not everyday you walk around in a backless top with your bra and tattoo showing, in a muslim country where most of the women walk around with Batman complexes.

Slovakia is not as backward as most people think. In fact, they play the hippest english tunes on radio, stock their shops up with the latest fashion, and have more alcohols on their menu and cheeses in their supermarkets than any I've seen in Singapore. You can't find cabbies off the road - you'll have to call them, and they arrive in 5 mins. Like chauffers, only they scruff at you. The weather was cold and refreshing, with temperatures ranging from 2 degrees C to 12 degrees C. In fact, I was prodding around my apartment in cami and panties. The downside of cold weather is that you'll have to pad up to double your size, and it could reach a point when you begin to wonder if its the clothes or the excess weight from the fried cheeses and meat platters. That's hypothetical though. Really. Sometimes I don't know what I'm talking about.

Moving on.

We arrived on a Wednesday afternoon, and after an hour's trip from Vienna Airport, arrived at Bratislava - capitol of Slovakia. Until this day, I've never heard of Bratislava, didnt know where it is on the world map, didnt know its right next to Vienna, which to my surprise, is part of Austria, which was once controlled by the Germans (but don't even mention the 'N' word - you'll get snipped) So you see, this goes to show that knowing your History and Geography are very important. History saves you from repeating deadly mistakes, while Geography points you to shopping paradises you can't miss out on. Who cares about precepitation and cumunolumbus clouds!

Speaking of rain - it is extremly important to get good shoes. They save you from frostbite from walking barefooted on ice cold pavements, should you ever suffer from 3rd degree blisters from new leather heels, from ALDO, for example. Also, it might help not to shave - according to my Biology teacher, hair keeps the human warm by trapping air between the strands, thus protecting us from the cold temperatures, winds, blizzards and anything of that sort. Try it!

Not all Slovaks speak English. Approach the younger generation and you'll be safe. However, all Slovaks know 1 word - "SUPER!" Use that when all else fails. To add on to the effect, trust your thumb in their face and grin widely while saying it - it immediately creats a cross-continental bond and they'll forgive you for disrupting their space, you eccentric foreign chinese you.

So, the 3 weeks whizzed by in a flash, with 1/2 the time spent at programs, 1/4 in pubs, and 1/4 sleeping. In fact, out of 21 days, we had only 2 1/2 days off. The daily routine consists of waking up, cooking meng's sausages (the type from the packet), rushing to the program venue, talk coach heal flash-time, freeze, dinner, drink, sleep. And on it goes.

Nonetheless, it was a lovely trip, with beautiful passionate spirits on the way to building a powerful community in the country. We'd be heading back in March - coaching, dedication and training technology that actually WORKS is much appreciated and sought in one of the fastest growing economies in the world. I wouldn't consider migrating there though - nothing beats home.

FUN SHIT

2006-11-03T02:34:00.000+08:00

Get Your Own! | View Slideshow

I'm scratching for the itch to be over.

2006-11-01T03:43:00.000+08:00

Its been 4 and 1/2 months of frolicking around and under the noses of many a specimen of the males species, at times nearly getting sucked into the uncomfort and no-turning back of that deep, dark void we know no end to. Some call it, the other end. As gross and odd a metaphor that is, nothing is going to sound as odd as this...

I think, I want a boyfriend.

For selfish reasons, of course. It starts there, doesn't it? Until I find someone who's really worth my effort, since the last few were duds, to say the least. It is admittedly unsettling though, to once be a wildchild who refuses to let anyone control her, to one who wants to experience the overwhelm and danger of a love she just can't handle. Playing with fire will always have its thrills, unfortunately, having started young, the being once again craves the indulgence of an element known to consume and create.

I'm bored, to say the least, and waiting for something and someone to sweep me off my godforsaken size 6 feet.

In the last 4 months, I've effectively gotten involved with 5 boys, of which, all were disappointments:

#01 was just plain selfish.
#02 was just painfully crude and unforgiving.
#03 was just playfully man-whoring.
#04 was just, painful.
#05 was addicted to pain. His pain.

I'm getting tired and impatient.

I need a man. Who's intelligent, ambitious, talented, with an ungraspable tinge of attitude. And while the above mentioned do posses these to a certain extent, they were missing the whole point.

And that is,
the power and beauty of the human connection.
My last 4 months only proved again to me, how easily butchered and abused a state it as derived at.

I'm waiting. Surprise me.

2006-10-20T01:52:00.000+08:00

There's a pain inside of me that if i were to access, would consume me and drive me insane. Like someone dear once said, "It is that part of my job, that gives me nightmares at night..."

I'm almost afraid to touch you.

2006-10-20T00:27:00.000+08:00

After much observation, there are some guys who have it, and some who don't.

Honey. I could watch you all day. And there's nothing that goes better with beer and cigerattes than you do.

Hello again.

2006-10-18T02:00:00.000+08:00

Its me.
Its 2am.
Sitting facing the screen,

bored.
I'm nearly going insane.
My respect for enlightened beings just increased.
I'd bet they had to twiddle thumbs to stop from strangling themselves.

As she peers out the window

2006-10-16T00:44:00.000+08:00

In that moment we connected, I met a girl.
She had been around me for some time, I just never took notice of her. Although I often sensed her presence, she finally showed herself to me this time - probably because I was curious enough to ask her out, despite the unsettledness from the impact that would have on me.
I don't quite know what to think of her yet, or what to do with her. She shared with me a side of her before she left like a whisper in the dark. It was not easy for her to share, that I can gather. It's not often she shows herself to humans, she admitted, until it got to a point she had to reach out. And I was there.
She was at a loss, not knowing what to do with what she knew. I do suppose at some levels, you'll know things others don't.
It all made sense, and I guess some things don't change very much even in different universes. She loves her kind. Too much, she claims, and it eats her up on the insides when she wants very bad to show them love, but can't.It had been such for the last few cases she came across. She would fight her whole being to hold back, for those whom she wanted to envelope would never understand, and this gnawed at her heart everynight as she cried herself to sleep, suffering watching them suffer.
I soaked it all in and when she was done, I stretched myself out, wanting to strike a match to light my fire, but all I could master was a tear as I mouthed the words, "me too."

2006-10-13T03:53:00.000+08:00

I worry for myself, when it's 4 fucking AM in the morning and I can't sleep because I'm bored.
22 and bored.
The immensity of it baffles me, like a shroud of darkness that simply never ends, the edges merging into the infinity of space, beyond beyond. It fills me like an emptiness that was always there, and yet scares me, inviting thoughts of pursuing that amorphic dream which could fill it.
I turn to my right to greet the daily demands of work, and although the smell of waffles and fulfillment is present, the excitement isn't new.
I glance to my left to flirt with the passing scent of a male, and while a tremour of thrill runs through my body, I look beyond and see within sight a dead end not too far.
I spend my nights imersed in a world that proposes new adventures, physically if I'm lucky, mentally if I'm not.
I wander about, wondering what drives this need and crave for excitment and thrill and new adventures and experiences and conclude that I don't really want to find out, which brought me to this time and space sitted at my computer with a towel over my head with thoughts of a revolution spinning on full in my head making me wet in my panties with glee. But until we get there, I'm a hopeless romantic high on a pill we'll name "I just can't get no satisfaction."

This week, in tribute...

2006-10-02T11:21:00.000+08:00

Everyday, history is made. (I apologize for the cliche use of this oxymoron)
Here are some highlights that happened on 30th September you ought to know about:

1399 - Henry IV is proclaimed King of England.
1888 - Jack the Ripper kills his third and fourth victims, Elizabeth Stride and Catherine Eddowes.
1960 - The Flinstones made their debut on primetime.
1990 - The Dalai Lama unveils the Canadian Tribute to Human Rights in Canada's capital city of Ottawa.
2004 - The first images of a live giant squid in its natural habitat are taken 600 miles south of Tokyo.

Now, ask me how those are of any importance to you, or how they make your life better, and I'd say I really wouldn't know because I just ripped them off the web.

HOWEVER, here's something you DO need to take note of. Mark it down on your calender, your schedule, your secretary, your palm, even that left over tissue from lunch with mee rebus stains on it. THIS DAY IN HISTORY...

Two once run-of-the-mill government slaves suddenly emerge amongst the thousands of mediocre kids dying to make it big in their lifetime to capture the attention of nations far and wide. With the joining of Legend's Beer Drinking Competition, Lin Tan and 'Ain Aid Omar marked the beginning of history in the making for the brewery and entertainment industry. This, ladies and gentlemen, is the epitome of 'one small step for a woman, one giant leap for womenkind'. With their multi-million dollar making idea, the world is inches closer to seeing the opening of the much awaited Beerfriend.

(Beerfriend is a highly-anticipated boutique pub joint that is scheduled to open sometime in the next 5 years. 'When?' isn't what you ought to be concerned about - what you ought to be fretting about is how you are going to win 'Ladies' Beer Guzzling Competition Night's, or wet t-shirt contests, or BBQ chicken wing challenges. And just because you're a fan of this very exciting blogpage, you have been warned, and given a 5 year headstart.)

How is joining a beer drinking competition history in the making? Simply because, Beerfriend is going to take the world by storm. And in order to hold drinking competitions, the very enterprising CEO duo have to be able to be champions in themselves. On the 30th Sept 2006, the world rejoyced at the act of courage it took for these girls to match themselves up against steep competition and teeth-bearing rivals. Faced with the very daunting task of flushing an entire pint of beer down their gullets, they did not show any signs of reservation....or mercy. Not to the neighbouring lady with her distinguished potbelly, or to the unfazed gazes from the opposing male species, ready to pounce on their god-given elixer. With such promising futures in sight, these girls were unstoppable........ until the command to start drinking.

...

Needless to say, the world never saw such beautiful recoveries from the sad loss of a beer drinking championship title. With Ain robbing the audience's heart with cute guggling faces, and Lin giving a little extra downing the beer down her chest, they stole the show and the limelight and had guys hooting for more. And more they did give, with steamy podium performances that had us all wonder when these wildchild stars are going to start hitting and heating up bartops with Def Lapord's 'Pour Some Sugar on Me' rocking eager spectators.

Like they say, some are born to watch, while others are born to live.
I'd bet my bottom dollar and my last instant coffee mix on these girls - watch them in the next 7 years and I'll see you at the exclusive launch of Beerfriend.
Over and out.

and then you awake, and thank god it's all a nightmare.

2006-09-27T01:39:00.000+08:00

I don't trust anything I hear.

I pick up the papers and everything is about new accidents, new disasters, new policies, new announcements, new conclusions, new warnings, new advice. I turn on the radio and I hear more accidents, more disasters, more policies, more announcements, more conclusions, more warnings, more advice. Turn on the television, more same old new accidents, disasters, policies, announcements, conclusions, warnings, advice.

Does it not make you wonder where and whom all these come from? Do you not question their existance? Does it not frighten you that the smartest living species on our planet get puppeted around by everything that they hear, unknowingly soaking in information every second that is a covet design of that seemingly average looking stranger by the street cloaked in mediocrity? Do you not wonder what is behind all the bulletins and advertisments and movies and shows that constantly feed you with ideas and thoughts and mentalities that you should have, which you later forget and take them on like your own, thinking it is part of human nature and common sense? What constitutes common sense in the first place - that menu, that waiteress, that date and that experience of the last that tells you that the lump sitting in front of you at your table is chicken?

Think about this: You're a chicken. You're couped up in your shelter. Everyday the only thing on your mind is food, sex, and what you're going to do next. Maybe the occasional coup gossip and politics bug you, but other than that, if it is not work picking around looking busy, it's speading your wings and sunning yourself with the rest of the chickens. You look around..and think you're the most beautiful chicken, or the ugliest, depending on your character and how the other chickens react to you. Sometimes the coup is crowded, with many many many others of your kind. Sometimes there are few. You don't know what is outside of your coup, in fact, you don't even know there's an outside. It never occured to you. All you focus on is what goes on immediately around you. Get old enough, you get promoted, respected, looked up upon, produce more eggs and when it is time to retire, you die.

We laugh and scoff at the value and commodity of chickens. What makes you think humans are any different? What makes you think no one is rearing humans...just.
like.
chickens.

You're all I'm looking for.

2006-09-24T08:37:00.000+08:00

Be my hand in my hand
As we stroll along the sand
Be the sea indulging me whole
When I need protection from the cold
Be the moon in my sky
You and I we'll raise up high
Be the wind that caresses my skin
The next time we're out for a spin
Be the red of my blood
From the beat of my heart's thud
Be the breadth in my air
As you twirl your fingers in my hair
Be the stilness in my silence
Present even in our acts of violence
Be the mirrors of my gaze
As we share a love unfazed.

The skies opened and the angels sang...

2006-09-16T14:53:00.000+08:00

I cannot fall in love.
I cannot cannot cannot fall in love.
I cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot ABSOLUTELY NOT fall in love. And it's difficult.

2006-09-15T06:47:00.000+08:00

In a Nutshell, this is what has been happening:

Last month: Girls Gone Wild!

Last week: Girls Gone Wussy.....

This week: Girls Gone Workaholics.

(I never knew there were so many 'W' words before.)

Another huge-ass problem (probably not as huge-ass as the previous though)

2006-09-11T16:04:00.000+08:00

I'm crazy about this guy. Not (only) because he's hot and talented and funny, nor is it (only) a crazy lust driven obsession - there are probably plenty other guys out there who offer the same thing.

But this one, killed me, the moment he said
"I love my job. The only reason I love my job is because I fucking chased after it."

I mean, I've always knew I'd go after that softie under the whole 'i'm too cool to be cool so let me do the fuck i want'..but this knocked the fucking cherry off the whipcream and replaced it with a goddamn gobbstopper that jammed my system and made me choke.

Now, my eyes water everytime I think of it.
This guy loves his life, his family, his work, his passion, his ambition, his people and isn't afraid to show it.

You got me, tore me open, ripped my heart out and made sweet love to it.

I'm doing all I can making a bet on you.
Now take me, muthafucker.

I'm a huge ass problem

2006-09-10T02:37:00.000+08:00

I'm bored.
With life.
At 23.

My life is coming to an end.

Joke of the week

2006-09-09T12:21:00.000+08:00

"Babe I love ur, we can have fun together anytime u want, I can show you the real pleasure of love and make you beg for more :O
:) YESS, BEG FOR MORE.

My number: 97 ** ** 70

Geeme a call! Let's play safe together, if you think u can handdle me :) "

HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH
HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHA
HAHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA
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HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHA
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Ok. I think I'm done.

Where I always am.

2006-09-07T21:11:00.000+08:00

"The minute I heard my first love story
I started looking for you, not knowing
how blind that was.

Lovers don't finally meet somewhere.
They're in each other all along."

- Jelaluddin Rumi

2006-09-06T12:38:00.000+08:00

We had a record breaking 14 chicken wings in 1 sitting.

Anyone wants to challenge?

Don't blame me for being bored.

2006-09-06T12:33:00.000+08:00

"gosh!!! wats on the other side of the tatoo??? sure wish i cld hike over the crest n view the scenery...."

>> "Well, I'm sorry, but you probably wouldn't be able to take it. You'd get a hard-on that would shoot up your nose and knock you senseless."

(I must say though, 'HIKE' is not a term normally associated with my chest. 'PEER' or 'TRIP' might be a better choice of words.)

Somebody shoot me.

2006-09-04T20:25:00.000+08:00

When things couldn't get any better,
they did.

Lambrini ohh Lambrini!

2006-09-01T02:11:00.000+08:00

What bored women do in a car when they're by themselves:

2006-08-29T01:01:00.000+08:00

Confessions of Girls Gone Wrong. Or Wild.

2006-08-26T23:57:00.000+08:00

I've come to learn that sanity can drive people nuts.
Conversly, a little nutiness can drive a person sane.

And with that simple yet earth-shattering eye-widening realization, comes the power to persuade people that you are ABSOLUTELY RIGHT, in all utter truth with utmost seriousness.

Then, they're putty in your hands.

You see, in the world of a GGW, no one else exists until and unless you give them permission to. Like, for example, the mile long queue of monkeys outside of Phuture.
This also refers to giving yourself permission to exist. A very good line to master would be "Your club needs us, so you need to let us in."
This 2-hit combo allows you to cut waiting time from 28 mins to 4 mins. Entering a club has never been so easy!

Humans love to know that their existance is acknowledged. Based on this age-old theory comes the next skill, otherwise known as 'Itchy Bitchy Hanky Panky Wandering Ladies Fingers', or IBHPWLF for short. Extremly useful in squeezing through a crowd. All you have to do is to caress the arms and chest of an unexpecting dumbass of the male species, and in that split moment of surprise and feel-good, you've got the bugger off guard and suspended all logics and defenses. This is when you make a muthafucking dash for it or slide your way through gracefully. Top this move off with a grateful seductive smile for extra kicks. This feat shaves a good 8-12 mins off the usual 15mins to get through a thud-thumping crowd.

Guys KNOW picking up and scoring a girl isn't exactly the easiest thing to do, hence they know they need all the help they can get to make it a little easier to get lucky. And who would be gracious enough to lend a hand? Why, you for course! Throw 'em little slobbering puppy dogs things to do that would (seemingly) buy your approval and acknowledgement. Like fetching your drink. Or your ciggies. Or your bestfriend, or waiting 1 (and ONLY 1) minute while you urgently go look for someone else, like maybe a cripple, in the club. When you've got everything you need to finally be able to dance with him in peace, complain that you hate the song that's playing, dive into the crowd and emerge at the other side while he's still lost somewhere in the middle searching for his lil-fucking-bo-peep.

Most of the time, humans have no clue what they are doing. Should you find yourself in a unfavourful situation of their word against yours, JUST KEEP INSISTING no matter what. Make it extremly convincing, and then watch how they start to doubt themselves and believe you instead. This is particularly dedicated to you, the zouk hotdog stand girl, who tried to bloody take my $1 thinking I can't count 'cuz I'm high! May you suffer from reoccuring hotdog-chase dreams and break out in sweat when you awake screaming thinking it's bloody masturd. Hahaha.

Ah. The life of the ya-ya and the xia lan.
Until the next hang-over, peace out.

The adventures of the bored and the overworked.

2006-08-20T09:54:00.000+08:00

As a justification to my beauty and body of a youth, last friday night was one hellafa craaazzzziiieeeeee night. Once again we outdid ourselves, this time with beer guzzling, pole dancing, butt-shaking, lust-induced antics. If I were to look back 60 years from now, I'd turn over to Ain and hoot "Jesus! Even a bad hairday couldn't stop us!"

For the record, I hate Gavin. But I'm totally in love with his beer dispenser. Beer never tasted so good...then again I say that everytime I have one. They're timeless that way. By the time we made it to Zouk at midnight, my knees were buckling and Ain still had a fucking wine bottle protruding out of her bag. It was a conspicous smuggle and a fucking hilarious sight. For the first time in my life, I did my race proud, by squatting by a pillar and successfully spitting on the bloody hotel lobby floor. Next thing I knew, there were extra sets of feet around me and muffled voices of 'is she ok?' while the only thing going on in my ears was Ain's "Hurry UP everyone's waiting for us" and the only thing going on in my head was 'IS MY UNDERWEAR SHOWING?!' However! Despite our set backs, we still made it into the club. Free.

And then all hell broke loose.

I can't even describe it. The next thing I knew, I was pouring water on the floor (corners, specifically. Its amazing how I'm still able to be so considerate when I don't even know how I got there in the first place), spitting into drinks, chasing after a fucking cripple, getting slapped on my ass by a bouncer, getting groped on my cheek, dancing with a hot-ass percussionist, making out with a hot-ass percussionist, leaving hot-ass percussionist to chase after fucking cripple, watching Ain dance with a not-so-hot black dude (she's really going international), then watching Ain dance with a quite-hot malay dude, then hearing about her lifting her dress and flashing at people her tattoo, bumping into people from our past lives who didn't quite know what to do with us - our dresses were falling, our skirts were hiked up our asses, we were in total disarray and had perpetual sheepish grins throughout the night and yet, somehow or another, managed to mysteriously attract all this pretty-much wanted attention.

So, as a wrap up, I shall abstract a quote from a famous raising(which includes skirt hems) star of a party animal socialite: "MY HEAD HURTS. Colossal migraine. Just like last Saturday! You and I - we are out of control! Boys want to screw us, girls want to be like us! Okay bye bye now."

2006-08-09T02:26:00.000+08:00

xxx
yours truly

Your'e still with me in my dreams.

2006-08-09T02:22:00.000+08:00

I just realized that one fine day,

I don't ever want to grow old.

And I title this....Obsession.

2006-08-01T00:44:00.000+08:00

I just finished Pirates of the Caribbean 2 and ohymgodohymgodohymgodohymgodohymgodohymgodohymgodohymgodohymgodohymgodohymgodohymgodohymgodohymgodohymgodohymgodohymgodohymgodohymgodohymgodohymgodohymgodohymgodohymgodohymgodohymgodohymgodohymgodohymgodohymgodohymgodohymgodohymgodohymgodohymgodohymgodohymgodohymgodohymgodohymgodohymgodohymgodohymgodohymgodohymgodohymgodohymgodohymgodohymgodohymgodohymgodohymgodohymgodohymgodohymgodohymgodohymgodohymgodohymgodohymgodohymgodohymgodohymgodohymgodohymgodohymgod I fucking swear I cld watch Johnny Depp FOREVER. AND EVER AND EVER AND EVER AND EVER AND EVER AND EVER AND EVER AND EVER AND EVER AND EVER AND EVER AND EVER AND EVER AND EVER AND EVER AND EVER AND EVER AND EVER AND EVER AND EVER AND EVER AND EVER AND EVER AND EVER AND EVER AND EVER AND EVER AND EVER AND EVER AND EVER AND EVER AND EVER AND EVER AND EVER AND EVER AND EVER AND EVER AND EVER AND EVER AND EVER AND EVER AND EVER AND EVER AND EVER AND EVER

2006-07-23T21:20:00.000+08:00

This honestly is getting abit odd.
And all I want to is to go on another bloody date with Mr. bad boy =(

"why are we still strangers? can we be friends?"

"u are like a porn star!!"

"damn!! what a sexy girl..heyy baby i wonder are u real or just a dream:))?? "

"Let me know if we can be friends. I am a straight GUY with straight needs.
I am not going to beat around the bush and come to the point. Let me know if you have msn."

And finally,

"I think I will just get straight to the point...I am really mesmerised by your pic. and I wouldn't want to hide the intention to bed u(I think its totally human and at least I'm not being a hypocrite),I want to ask if you feel ok abt it?Can we work something out towards that?"

Somebody please educate these guys.

2006-07-23T20:46:00.000+08:00

So i just did a stint up in Guangzhou, China, the country i swore my whole life i'd never step foot in.

Here are some highlights:

1."Do not stay around linger" once you've gone through customs. You won't even know what they're going to do to you cuz you won't understand it.

2. The average ratio of Africans to Chinese in my hotel lift at any one time is 2:3. African women walk around the streets decked out in full gear. How do these people get around???!

3. Cantonese people eat air during lunch over their food, they talk so loud these people probably don't need auto-roaming. Word of advice,unless you're trained vocally or locally, stay away from them.

4. I got shouted at and chased away by an angsty herbal tea woman :(

5. Cab drivers here all play Crazy Taxi, where the last stage KING is located in China. Pass that, and they get their license, and then risk the rest of their lives sitting in a rickety vehicle inhaling fuel and driving so fast the car cld explode without warning.

6. Bring cattle prods in case your cab driver falls asleep driving. Or you could just shout at him. That works too.

6. Pedestrains are wild, like the wild crow problem in Siglap & Somerset. They're all over the place, do what they like, where they like, when they like such that cars actually drive AROUND them. These animals ought to be shot!

7. Food is oily enough to float the titanic. That includes chilli oil too.

8. Live fish in restuarants are killed by getting thrown into sacks and getting STOMPED ON, in front of horrified guests.

9. Sales girls either dont give a shit about you (they sleep in the shop) or they care too much (try to slow you down on your way to the exit by shoving everything they can grab into your face). I spent 10 fuckin' mins in a shop just to try 1 top.

10. A cup of frappe costs SGD1.60. A bowl of Wanton Mee is SGD1. Cigarettes costs between SGD1 - SGD5 a box. A meal at Mac costs SGD3.20. 2hr massage for SGD10. A good bra costs me SGD3.80. My funky hotel room costs SGD30 a night.

11. It's a good thing they're so cheap....cuz I accidentally spent SGD140 on phone bills TO GERMANY.

12. I nearly went to Germany.

13. I sat at the tea shop getting fed increasing grades of tea just for keeping the tea boy company =)

14. I was chilling at a cafe in an open shopping square in Guangzhou, sipping on Qingdao beer, smoking sheesha, with arab music in the background and arab men around me, smsing my friends in Germany and Dubai.

15. Of all people to speak english, it HAS to be a stalker. AND HE WASN'T EVEN CUTE.

I have come to conclude that I am extremly thankful for staying in Singapore. No wierd men and environment to guard myself against, and MOST IMPORTANTLY, THESE GOD DAMN WONDERFUL BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE HERE SPEAK ENGLISH - I promise I won't make fun of other people's english anymore.

I've been born again.

2006-06-28T16:43:00.000+08:00

I now know what it is like to fall in love with a guy I hate. He's the epitome of a bad boy who makes me feel so good. Up til this point of time, the thought of commitment and marriage disgusted and repelled me to the far ends of the universe, but ever since that one crazy wild night, i'm reviewing my tarot cards. I hate how this bastard's gotten me so smitten by him it makes me want to elope with him to America and have a wedding at vegas, and then get pregnent with his french-speaking kid that he hardly knows exists cuz he's sleeping around with other women and coming back drunk everyday, and then we'd scream at the top of our lungs at each other and throw furniture around while the baby's crying it's ass off, and then I'd get so pissed off I'd throw it down the fucking balcony and then he'd ask me what the hell I did that for and then I'd throw the fucking frying pan at him and yell "because its your fucking baby u bastard! I"m so sick of you!!" and then we'd grab each other and rip each other's clothes out and make fucking hot love while staring into each others eyes.

And then i'll stab him there and then.

I think i've found the meaning of true love.
(I'm still waiting for your call you bastard.)

2006-06-04T13:41:00.000+08:00

If saving the world means having to kill those you love, would you?

All in a day's work

2006-06-01T01:11:00.000+08:00

My life has taken a sudden turn. I now face this molehill of a mountain of boredom, so much so I find myself glued to TV shows and serials. Even the excitment over cheap thrill no-kick SGD5 dare rates higher on the richter scale.

Today, we started filming the first few scenes of 'TOO FULL TOO FAST', a joint film-buster between AID PICTURES PTE LTD and LINT STUDIOS PTE LTD. This much raved about documentary/thriller is said to blow your guts away. This brilliant idea of a film was cooked up by up-and-coming producers/directors Omar (Impossible Mission:12 bottles) and Lil (Cause Without a Rebel). The film stars our East-side darlings - 'Ain K (Pretty Women)and Lin T (The Revirgin Suicide).

'Too Full Too Fast' is scheduled to launch by August 2006. Stay tuned for your invitation to the exclusive Launch party.

2006-04-28T20:20:00.000+08:00

Life is a cycle.

At age 4, success is not peeing in your pants.
At age 12, success is having friends.
At age 16, success is having a driver's license
At age 35, success is having money
At age 50, success is having money
At age 70, success is having a driver's license
At age 75, success is having friends
At age 80, success is not peeing in your pants

THE END.

Everyday I insist,

2006-04-14T02:03:00.000+08:00

that i'm the luckiest girl in the whole universe.

An answer beseeched.

2006-04-14T01:12:00.000+08:00

Friends a-leaving
Lights are dimming
A gentle breeze floats around me
A familiar tune fading into the void
Fallen flowers on a driveway
Forgotten angels past their hayday

Has anybody wondered what's going on
or what we're living for

Hidden moons and far-away stars
Casted shadows shroud a radar
Aimless wander in purposeless strides
The playground a crave
The city a stage
And lastly, the grave

And yet hopeless
The answer beseeched.

2006-04-12T11:23:00.000+08:00

It just hit me again today,

HOW BLOODY THANKFUL I AM FOR THIS CRAZY LITTLE THING CALLED 'CLARITY'.

It's an amazing little creature that has saved me TONS of sh**.

2006-04-06T20:14:00.000+08:00

Its a lean mean machinery world out there.

Sometimes I question the point of setting afree beautiful fireflies, only to see them snuff their light out, trap themselves, and then blame god for letting them see light in the first place.

And god can't save our fucking sorry asses.

Faked-out

2006-04-06T19:25:00.000+08:00

"There's no way to rule innocent men. The only power government has is the power to crack down on criminals. Well, when there aren't enough criminals, one makes them. One declares so many things to be a crime that it becomes impossible for men to live without breaking laws."

2006-03-27T11:10:00.000+08:00

I can't get my mind off him.
I'm in love.
I fell in love with him several lifetimes ago, and I'll always love him
With my heart and my soul and my mind and my body and everything that I have.
I'm made for him, and with him.
My life wouldn't be complete without him, my day wouldn't be lived without him.
And everynight I close my eyes and fall asleep in his embrace.

my early x'mas wishlist

2006-03-14T00:43:00.000+08:00

I WANT A MUTHAFUCKING POOL TABLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It sets me training in PRECISION.
One shot, one kill.

<3 <3 <3

go!

2006-02-24T15:18:00.000+08:00

Main Type	Overall Self

Take Free Enneagram Personality Test

We don't live flat.

2006-02-08T00:37:00.000+08:00

I love life for the beauty that it holds in every crack and corner.

i just wanna play!

2006-01-31T22:20:00.000+08:00

i wonder how many people out there are moaning about how they don't want to go back to work 2moro.
hehe.

ALERT ALERT!

2006-01-31T22:14:00.000+08:00

checkit!

www.ialmond.com/Lint

and i expect to see u guys on it too!

2006-01-01T18:58:00.000+08:00

the last 2 months just rocked. I was having such a great time i didnt make time to blog.

work was fulfilling.
sister's wedding was awesome.
x'mas was wonderful.
bintan was fun.
new year's eve was..odd.

k.
back to being lazy.

Ugly.

2005-12-08T14:36:00.000+08:00

I have been making follow up calls to people from a recent sales seminar to get their feedback on it.
And some people just disgust me.

Adults with a fucking lack of responsibility in their own development,who dream about making it big and rich and recognised and waiting for something to fall into their lap. Who are the very cause in what they're unhappy about and yet blame it on others, thinking the world owes them. Sitting there like ducks bitching and complaining about how things didn't go the way they would have liked it. Leeching off others and not paying their worth, hoping it will change them instead of putting in the neccessary effort. And then wonder why they never make it to their dreams, and then pout and sulk and whine and throw their petty little tantrums around and take it out on the people around them. With majority of the human race in the state that it's in, maybe a metaroid coming our way would do us some good. It's people like this we don't need in our world, who contribute shit and make everyone else responsible except themselves. It is precisely these kind of people we need in our world, that would make it easy to crush and destroy, for the existance of losers also gives raise to the existance of winners.

I'm growing younger

2005-12-08T14:34:00.000+08:00

spending my days using myself up.

Almost too often

2005-12-05T14:25:00.000+08:00

I say to myself, life cldnt get any better.

Nothing beats the rush of aliveness.

I've picked up Atlas Shrugged again, and remb why I swore to myself this could be my bible.
I've stopped entertaining the idea of bloggin qoutes from the book after noticing that thought coming up every other sentance. I'd probably end up qouting the entire book here.

Emptiness..

2005-12-05T14:19:00.000+08:00

..surrounds a shooting star I saw in that split second I decided to look up at the beautiful night sky.

An almost never ending search

2005-11-22T22:35:00.000+08:00

I was daydreaming in the hairdresser's dat day when it suddenly hit me.

The reason why I don't get the perfect cut I want is because the hairdresser didn't get enough information from me about what I'm looking for. Most of the time they hear what they want to hear about what I have to say and then decide what they want to do to my hair based on what they think I should want for my hair.
Which is totally off-tangent.

It again dawned on me how everyone acts and thinks out of their own perceptions and assumptions. I would be telling the hairdresser a desire to 'trim my hair', however how I vision 'trim' would not at all be how he envisions 'trim'. And if with just that information he gathered should he think he knows what I'm looking for, then he fails to make a good hairdresser.

Same goes to everything and everyone else.

If I'm not closing my sales, I'm not asking enough questions.
If I'm not servicing my clients excellently, I'm not asking enough questions.
If I'm not getting the results I want, I'm not asking enough questions.
If I'm not fulfilled in my relationships, I'm not asking enough questions.
If I'm not an effective leader, I'm not asking enough questions.
If I'm not attractive the guys I want, I'm not asking enough questions.
If I'm not earning the amount of money I want, I'm not asking enough questions.
If I'm not clear of my direction in life, I'm not asking enough questions.
If I'm not certain of who I am, I'm not asking enough questions.

Its simple. Its a no brainer. Its not rocket science.
The technology of asking questions. Most of the time in fact, it isn't even about asking the 'right' questions (although asking the 'right' questions could make a world of difference), it is just about asking questions.
If it is one thing the world would never run out of, it would be questions.

Would it?

Despite this, I swear I've been a really good girl Santa.

2005-11-22T22:27:00.000+08:00

I was casually flipping through the pages of the weekend's TODAY paper and glancing through a full page spread on 'SEX AND THE SINGAPOREAN', an article covering Sexpo and 'Big Boyz Toyz' exhibition happening down at Expo when an advertisement at the bottom left corner of the paper caught my eye.

It very daringly claimed:

"With men it is impossible, but not with God: for with God all things are possible"

Come and be blessed!

I sharn't name the ch**ch in the event they decide to burn down my house for blesphemy.

This is so horrendously psychotic

2005-11-18T02:11:00.000+08:00

..and I'm loving every bit of it.

2005-11-18T02:04:00.000+08:00

I've got this craving for performing in the spotlight.
Just like daddy.
And it's still something I dream of.

The circus makes you happy.
This one makes me mad.

rrr! ----->

I had blast today!

2005-11-13T00:19:00.000+08:00

At the Swiss Dream Circus.

It makes me want to be swiss.
It makes me want to dream.
It makes me want to join the freaking circus.

It was amazing. And it had been a long time since I've let myself go so much.
I was screaming like a mad woman in labour i tell ya! And halfway through I noticed myself sitting at the edge of the stupid chair,and I felt my heart jump too a couple of times - I absolutely insist its the acts that got me, not the hotties.
Absolutely insist.

However just for the record, I could've kissed each and everyone of them after the show for being so wonderfully loving, if I didn't have my cheeks stuffed with crepes and my head going light from the white wine.

Being there with such marvelous ppl, including all those friends who were there as well, just presented to me the best 22nd brithday present EVERah.and everah and everah and everah. maybe until next year.

To wrap it up in a nutshell

2005-11-10T18:17:00.000+08:00

To all the self-proclaimed and self-insistant victims out there,

Nothing is going to change until you do.
(And change does not include sob stories)

I'm waiting for the moment I have nothing to say.

2005-11-09T00:53:00.000+08:00

I'm half asleep.
Maybe dats why this is the best time to rant.

I need a man.
You don't hear that often from me, and you seldom will.
Cuz my alter-ego would insist i don't fucking need one.
ALright, maybe i don't really need one. I sure want one though.
Someone who makes me swoon.
Someone who's such a source of strength and inspiration, not because I'm not one to myself, but because he's just so good at what he does.
Someone who runs the world, and needs me to run his world.
Someone who fits, not as a perfect match (oh please.)but as a knowing.
Someone who has a light around him and a fire burning inside him.

I want someone like John fucking Gault.
Or Hank Rearden. Maybe I go too deep into what I read, but it makes me wonder if there is actually men like that out there. And, if the Gods decide to spare us and throw some down onto earth, please send him my way.

Dear God...

2005-11-07T23:34:00.000+08:00

I think you should make everyday night.

Because night is good.

Night makes me happy and powerful and carefree.

I don't like days.

Days are bright and hot and sunny. I don't like to do things in the day. Maybe except suntan. But that's about it.

Nights are cooling. Everyday should be a night.

Then I can dance naked in the moonlight like how my ancestors did.

Pretty please.

I'm admitting that I don't know alot of things about Life.

2005-11-07T01:09:00.000+08:00

Like, how on earth ppl can like jogging.
or not like cheese or chocolate
or not love golden retrievers
or not surrender to the beauty of a dusk sky

If I get a penny for everytime I'm baffled, I'd be a millionaire by now.

We hung at the beach again today. It was a lil extra special cuz we celebrated Sarah's bday, with a tiramisu, and a lovely lil pink candle. Her fav colour.
I never regretted retaking POS again, it brought me closer to friends I never really befriended - Sarah, Mich and Yi Ling. These arn't the kind of people I'd mix with in the context of my 'normal' (version 1.0) social circle, due to the fears running and all the stupid judgements I'd pass on them initially. And I'd suspend those due to the nature of my work, but getting to know them more in POS really surprised me and got me appreciating each individual.
And Yi Ling stunned me for a min when she whispered (oh so romantically) into my ear, thanking me for being her new friend.

So simple, so innocent, so child-like, so pure.

Just like Sarah when she laughs her hearty laugh.
And Ain when she giggles and her eyes disappear.
And Emma lighting up when she grins.

All it takes to warm someone's heart.

(Check out the beach pics under the SNAPS link!)

2005-11-05T18:22:00.000+08:00

Did I mention this state comes along with a really strong urge to kill people?

It really isn't healthy to keep the cocky, vengeful, agressive, verbal abusive, evil cynical bitch in for too long. She kindda clammers to get out.

Maybe returning the car to my mom would be a good idea before I delibrately run someone down.
Like the next person who gives me hari raya goodies.

Snarl.

I almost feel dead again.

2005-11-05T17:56:00.000+08:00

Its been a horrible week.
Totally unfulfilling, unmotivating and meaningless.
It's been the longest of time since I've last sunk into this place. For the last few weeks, I knew what I wanted, I was driven (enough) and felt so unusually matured at being able to cause my own shifts and do what I need to do.

Now i don't. Even.
Want to.

Ugh.

At this point, I'm totally non-excitable, non-cheerful and not at all bouncing with Life.I feel like how I was before TCC, just with a hell lot more responsibilities now (that i'm growing up, haha)

That's what the whole week's been about - a fucking 'holiday' mood (not like there's anything to holiday from or celebrate about really) that I tried hard not to sink into. But after years of conditioning it does take alot of effort, and the entire week was a half-assed in and out of slacking. I kept giving in to the illusion that slacking wld give me the energy and refreshment I'm looking for - and I was so wrong.
Looking back (and as usual, hindsight's always too late) the more I want energy, the more I shld do what I'm not inclined to. Over the last few weeks I've learnt that the most fulfillment comes from doing the very thing you dread - be it calls, jogging, whatever that pushes you past your boundaries. Its shit irritating, but its the most rewarding - not having fun through escapsim and laziness.

I so hate myself sometimes.

And all this giving into hari raya goodies (!@*($#?!) doesn't make matters any better!

Oh bother.
I'll be back soon. I just need to air my insides for awhile, repair the system, fix some loose bits and rewire my hyper-'hoops & yoyo'-active-perpetually-in-heat-cheerleader machine.

I feel like I finally have a meaning in Life.

2005-11-03T23:39:00.000+08:00

you are going to get lost in the woods on a hiking
trip. you will be exploring, but you won't find
your way out of the woods and will starve to
death. but before that you will have a great
life.

How will you die?
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I've decided already.
When I die...

I'm going to be wearing a mean-ass black dress with a V-neck low-cut neckline all the way to tbe belly button. The dress will be sequined and lace, and I'll request a pale complexion with blood red lips.Mole is optional. Make sure my eyebrows are drawn like they always are (But that's the only part of me that's going to be fake, I swear)

Pass the parcel!

2005-11-03T23:32:00.000+08:00

EMMA and AIN.

IF I EVER GET SORE EYES, I"M GOING DISOWN THE BOTH OF YOU AS FRIENDS.

2005-11-02T17:42:00.000+08:00

TIGER EYES

You have Tiger Eyes
Positive Traits:
Determined, Passionate, Loyal, Strong,
Courageous
Negative Traits:
Aggressive, Ambitious, Domineering, Possessive,
Vengeful

Your eyes are the windows to your soul. What type of eyes do you have?
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LADIES AND GENTLEMEN

2005-11-02T16:14:00.000+08:00

Presenting....

.. a night of wonderment and awe.

The fucking circus is in town, and if you don't catch it, you'll always wonder about the kind of magic that goes on in the tent. And no matter how much you speculate, or try to avoid the thought, it'll pop out from time to time.

In a world where we all carry masks around, it is rare we find the time to sit down, let go, and just surrender to what is. People never really grow up, we just grow old. And inside there is a little child who needs to run around the house screaming and shouting and knocking things over, just for the heck of it.

Let him/her go amock next friday at the Grand Opening of The Swiss Dream Circus.

It's not everyday we take the time off to be a kid again, and watch in amazement at what the other 99% of the world can't do (but secretly wish they could).

ITS A FUCKING CIRCUS OPENING. AND IF YOU HAVE THE URGE FOR SOME EXCITMENT IN YOUR LIFE, MAKE IT DOWN!

If not, well. You wldn't be reading this blog. (or maybe you wld cuz you don't have anything else more thrilling to do in your life).

Friday
11th Nov 2005
(The 11th by the way, is the day when exciting and miraculous events take place! hehehe)
Starts 8pm
Opp Bugis Seiyu

Drop me msg if u want tickets. They're going at $22 a piece. Which btw, is the same price of a cut of meat at Jack's place. My point to that is - spend on something more extraordinary!

A mix of sweet and salted.

2005-11-01T23:33:00.000+08:00

Its not everyday I spring up and out of bed by 8am in the morning.
However,
Its not everyday you get to set up a circus either.
Although crawling out from under the sheets and into the toilet at 8 fuckingAM isn't exactly a hobby, I'd love to think a circus coming to town is even more of a rare sight.

Sawdust, heat, sun, uneven ground and foreign language might not exactly be motivating for anyone at 9 in the morning, but I couldn't think of a better way to start the circus set-up.

Actually maybe I could. Like, wearing WHITE for instance instead of black.
But lets focus on the positive here abit. Who talks about negative shit at a CIRCUS anyway?

Getting involved in the set up of an international circus was amazing.
Not everyone gets this privilage, this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. (Forgive me if that sounded cliche, thanks to all those sappy nonsensical loveydovey songs out there who proclaim LOVE to be the same thing. Yea. You obviously lead a really sad and lonely life if love was once-in-a-lifefuckingtime.)Circus-es are all about awe ad wonderment and magic the moment you step in, until the minute you fall asleep in bed at night. And then you wake up the next morning totally forgetting about the experience. Okay. Focus. Back to the positive stuff.
Watching a freaking circus isn't a once-in-a-lifetime opporunity. Getting INVOLVED in it is a totally difference story altogether! And to be part of raising the tent! Omg. It puts in so much more meaning and 'meat' to the circus and respect to these .... circus people. (Is that their job title? Cuz I don't really know what to call 'em) I've always wondered what their lives are like, the people behind the costumes and masks and acts and talents and wierd shit that they do which 99% of the rest of the world can't. I usually sit there in awe watching them perform, or watching the gapping mouth of the person sitting next to me. These are people who invoke in the public inspiration and dreams, that such purity and joy in the world is actually possible, enabling everyone to leave the circus charged up and energized and daydreaming. I suspect it's got something to do with watching the extra-ordinary occuring, or witnessing someone else pulling off something you've always wished you could do. And seeing that happen actually insists that it is possible. And working with these horribly 'normal' people today got me respecting them and their art even more. That behind all that stardom and glitz and glamour is so so much hardwork involved. And I'm not talking about all the years of training they went through. I'm talking about all the ground work needed for all the rest of occur. I mean, uneven ground isn't very star/glitz/glamour-like. Much less a circus that consists of a popcorn bowl and a peice of cloth laid out on the roadside to attract by-passers.

Which brings me to the tent.
Ohh.
Don't ever underestimate the circus tent - its meaning, its associations, its use and all that's it has seen and been.
A circus isn't a circus without a tent. Period.
A circus without a tent is called busking. Plus, I think it might be a little hard for the artiste to concentrate on their balancing acts while there's thunder and lightening and heavy rain falling upon them and their audience. Although that would be considered entertaining as well. But knowing Singaporeans and their obsessive need to get everything free, I don't see how the circus is going to earn.

Okay. Back to positive stuff. See, that's what circus-es do to you. They make you happy and chirpy. Like see how much I've rambled already?

Rambling by the way, is a talent I've only recently discovered. However I'm only limited to type-rambling. I.E blogs and MSN. Once in a while I decide to punish people with my talk-ramblings - which don't in any way really resemble proper tea-cup english.

So today was fruitful in that I finally know how a circus tent is set up. Not that I'll set one up ever (i'd likely loose the instructions sheet before I get started) but considering the last I set up was a juicer (no. kidding)... a 5 men tent, hey. I've got the evolve right? So its only natural I move on to something bigger. Like a 100 men tent.

Today was also fruitful in that after ages, I finally got back into hard-under-the-weather kindda labour. And it only reinforces that FOUNDATIONS are so extremly important. Strong solid even ground, simple key skeleton structures set in place, a functional body to protect the insides - that's all required to get going. Bonuses would include a barrowful (its gone high-tech now though, we used a forklift!) of laughter, fun, support, and friendships along the way. I did not catch anyone snapping or screaming or bitching at each other. They were truly like a family, all clear and going about what they needed to get done - set up the fucking tent.

In top of that, as usual, watching myself at work flooded me with a load of insights with the way I perform in my life - how I work hard and intentionally, am high on energy and outlook at the beginning of the project. I seem to just keep going. However everything goes downhill the moment I take a break, and from then onwards its a hassle to put back in the same amt of energy in what I'm doing, and then all I look forward to are breaks. That accounts for my entire life's unproductivty and inability to turn an idea into reality.
Lately I've been inquiring into where I'm good at, and this got me more stuff on the way I am around leadership. The reason I managed (so far at least) to raise to leadership levels is because I listen to instructions.

Yup.
I'm a sheep.
My parents raised a sheep.

And even though I rebel at times, I end up rebelling against my rebel which ends up with me having this 'nice' thing going on, and the displeasure to displease authority. Which works in getting into their good books, and doesn't in terms of the fear of upsetting them.

I also observed the level of initiative is pretty high, I don't know yet how that came about though. It's a 'can't just see how a difference can be made and not do anything about it' thing which likely comes from the 'i need to be useful' program anyway.

By the time I was done with the circus set-up for the day, I had pretty much gotten a sense of what goes on behind the scenes put up- the kind of intensity and passion needed for anything we really want to happen. That we all dream of that job / position/ career/ accomplishment we want, however when we're on the way to getting there, we meet all sorts of obstacles (and the bigger the dream, the bigger the obstacle) and we whine/ grumble/ sulk and entertain thoughts of giving up. Introduce confrontations, creates drag, and that dream isn't a dream anymore. Its a fucking chore. And this was the very thing we desired so much in the first place.

These people own the circus -from the start, through the middle and to the very end. They have made it their creation, and this gives their spectators a chance to create along with them.

(At this point I just want to add, everyday we get presented with opportunities that could be life-changing, regardless of the magnitude of the change, how often are we actually conscious of that and grab them by the balls, before they're gone forever?)

Everyday is a new creation.
There really isnt a point in living if you end up doing the same things everyday, anyway.
Cookie-cutter your days, and your life will look like an entire tray of gingerbread men which look so frighteningly-not surprisingly identical. That's not living. That's convenience.