Director Mentor

Arrr.. I've a new Music mentor, who's as highly skilled as he is blatant with his criticisms.
He has specifically said that I am born for the Rockish, deep voiced type of tunes like Gwen Stefani, Joss Stones, Kelly Clarkson and Aretha Franklin.

I snorted: " BUt... but I also like RnB"

He said:" But RnB dun like u!"

Hehehe.. ayaahh.. I'll learn to prove him wrong.. I'll train my vocal curlings lorr..
Anyway, he mentioned that my voice hasnt cracked yet. Cracked??? I not boy lee...
But I pointed out that I have just got the pimples, so voice cracking should be soon enough.. hahhaa...

Today I screwed up my HR test, I think. I just hate writing without Microsoft Word, then I cant readjust and rearrange my points, they were all over the place as I wus writing with pants on fire, with such enthusiasm and no direction.. Arrhh..

I wailed to mom again that I have pimple outbreak, biggest in my life. She horr...cheekily pointed out that they are 'horny' pimples. (Thanks to my celibatic lifestyle)..Bah... She told me to go meditate. (ok lorr..).

Anyway, mom also mentioned that aunt Cing is also growing pimples as her husband has gone away for many days. So, I guess the theory is quite true. Need to have some outlets to release endorphins to stay away from pimples.

Off tangent slightly, she also said no cucumber , coz then come out pickles.
Paul Marion on the other hand, advised: use raw fruits ! Go in Raw, come out Goreng.. Siao liao..

Why is everyone so lewd and lame today? What should I do now?

I think I lost my modjo liao. How lidat? I am seriously an angsty old maid, two steps away from menopause.

These are the pictures taken during Shil's Birthday.This is at Paragon where we blindfolded her.. She was so happy she started posing for the camera..hehehe... 

ok.. off we go.. from Paragon.. Shil walking in baby steps... 

Alass... on the way.. she lost her sandal... 

Alrite.. she's doing well, walking without aid.. towards 'the secret' place.. 

The 3 babes posing,.. eh.. SHil can pose with eyes blinded horrr.. 

Sze(instructing Dc): Take photo ok! 

Party World Here we come. yay!

After the long adveturous stroll, we finally got to Party World... Yay!


Me, Shil, Dc
Ahhhh... I wonder we were singing, but looks like I am the only hao lian one posing for the camera..

Shil and Dc trying to form Party World Choir 

Why Females make Pizz-lousy Presidents

First of all, it's gonna be hard for her to convince the masses that she's not just another pretty face. She may need to shave the top part of her hair and bind her boobs to achieve their trust.

Second, let's admit it, females are the more emotional species of the two (or three). At certain periods in the month, they tend to be rather neurotic, gooey, mushy, moody and during other periods, they may want to start humpin their subordinates. At times of disappointments, they are vengeful and irrational. I am not saying that men aren't like that, but let me be sexist towards my own people for awhile.

I know that stereotyping is unjust.
But, you'd all heard of " Hell knowth no anger like a woman scorned"...
Let's say a Japanese stud broke Ms President's heart, she'd launch missile X780i (wah lau like handphone lidat) the next day to bomb Tokyo. A French guy, then bomb Eiffel, a Cuban; bomb the ganja plantations, a Singaporean, then.. err... Bukit Panjang (??), a Briton; bomb his wife's house in the English shires, an Indon guy..err.. dont bother bombing siah..dun waste your ammo...

Women are also damnn fickle-minded (again stereotyping), you'd have a hellish time listening to her orders, Monday morning says war!.. Monday night says peace!, Tuesday, she'll be asking why the bazookas are not ready, Then, when you've got it ready..all aimed sui sui at Kubhagazakhtan, she'd tell you to just scrub them shiny. Damn those women!!!

Next argument is that she'll be spending National Revenues on exotic Spas, slimming centres and Manolo Blahnik's heels....

However, there are tremendously good points too:
She'd be an active feminist movement leader and raise taxes for male employees.
She'd make everyday a ladies' night at clubs.
She'd lower taxes on strapons (ala Ali G)
She's state that paternity leave is compulsory and supervised!
She'd impose fines on unmarried males over the age 40 and impose death penalty on husband's infidelity! (YAY!)
She'd make Mother's day and Valentine's day National holidays.
She'd smoothen relationships with the U.S (especially during Clinton's era).

I'd say Hurrah!

Disclaimer- all statements above are purely bullshit, pls dont arrest me. No hard feelings!

Lavatorial Issue

One of the most embarrassing moments in life:

Would be when you need to rush into a public toilet, bomb one humongous pOOp and realise afterwards that the flushing system is faulty, the toilet roll is just enough to wipe you arse and not to cover the whole bowl AND there is a long queue outside.
You'd wonder around in the small cubicle trying to be a fantastic plumber. Then, when you've realised that you've spent at least 5 minutes in it with the bloody flush still not co-operating , you'd bet that people are gonna KNOW it's your organic creations floating about in the bowl. Bahh...
Excuses like :" Errr.. I dunno why some people shit and dun flush... "... " Hmm.. its broken after the last person shit.."..." Er...really dunno where they came from...."....wouldn't do anymore.

Ok lah.. just make do with a sympathetic, pathetic expression when coming out of the dinghy cubicle. Try a tiny grin and RUN for your life!!!!!!!!!!!!!
If you were having diarrhoea.. try climbing out the cubicle window or flush yourself down the system altogether.. eh.. ok that one's out coz the flush is broken hor..
ok.. try climbing to the next cubicle (if occupied, just say your door lock's broken).. or put on lord of the rings' ring and pray hard...

I F**ken HATE those sensor shit above the bowls, I prefer manual toggle type anytime. Coz with the sensor crap, I wouldnt have a toe-clue how to fix it. How?? By clapping your hands, doing a "now you see finger, now you dont", swinging like an idiot from side to side; butt up butt down, all in effort to cover and uncover the sensor's receiver... In desperation, you'd start peering into the Infra Red Emitter..start talking to it.. then swearing at it... then slamming it...shaking it.. kicking it...???
Would you? Or is it just me?
Sweeett @#%&^^%&!!......

Anyway, agonizing topics aside, I found the miraculous solution to getting out of my room with my pimples : Tinted Acne Cream!!!... Muaxxx muaxxx to Oxy Cover. I'll buy GSK share soon!

Door Mouse

I refuse to be seen outside my room unless necessary. This will prevail until the day I feel good about myself again, or else ..until the day I am comfortable looking like a potting compost. Dont care if people make insensitive remarks like I am too vain to be seen with pimplar plague.
The 'magic' water didnt seem to work wonders but I'll give it a few days of grace period.
So, I am on magic water treatment again today, 10 or more patches of brown smelly cotton wools all over the face. Unfortunately, I gave a couple the shock of their lives when alighting from the lift after collecting my laundry just now.
If I hadnt run off, they'd probably asked:

" Are you contracting some kind of disgusting, contagious skin disease?"

I would have answered:

" NO no..!! Dont worry, they're just bird droppings that've dried up and wouldnt come off"...

Today's Automation Lecture was... eh.. bo liao.. Prof Lee KS (Kim Seng not Kiasu, though he looks like Mr KS) was showing us a lot of his bo liao 'laughters' slides while the AV guy fixed the greenish projector image on screen, which I interpereted as the PC graphic chip going mouldy. Needs scrubbing la deyy... heuheue..

Ok, this is probably the only equation I'd remember out of all his lectures.

Knowlegde is = power
Money is = time.

Anyone who did secondary school Science would know that :

Power = Work/time.

Now, let's substitute in the aliases. Knowledge replaces power and money replaces time.

Resultant equation : Knowledge = Work/Money.

Now, this is a bit cheemm.. but try to bear with me :
Using the limiting theorem.. knowledge will go to zero as money approaches infinity...

See again : Knowledge -->0 = Work / Money--->infinity.

Eh get it? Anyway, moral of the story is, the less you know, the more you earn.
So, why the hell are we in school again? And this comes out of one of NUS' finest Engineering profs. This is why we are world class Uni dudez....
Coz we apply Maths to real life situations.. (???)...

R.I.P

No no.. I am not dead.. but might as well be... I guess.

Today I went to meet Andrew of IPP again, he must've been shocked to find that the quite- nice looking girl has turned into chicken-pox ridden, haggard undergrad within a month.

Ok, they were pimples. But, they were littering my face so much they look like pox marks anyway. With some of them dried up and blackened and some jutting out with yellow eyes. Geeezz... Too graphic arrr?Wanna puke ?( hand a plastic bag)...
Anyway, Andrew recruited me part time (despite the fact that I will terrify clients away).
For now, I just do referrals. I have to humble myself and persuade loaded acquaintances to go for investment seminar in Jakarta. But, at last resort... if noone turns up, I am just gonna get me friends to go down and finish off the free buffet there.
Tell them it's me bday pressie for whole yeeeer..

At lunch, Cat passed me this herbal concoction that's smelly, brownish n liquidy. It's supposed to work magic on me pimples. I am taking her words for it. If she's wrong, ..hmm..well , what could be worse anyway? Skinless face? I wont even mind freckles now.

So I soaked some pieces of cotton wool in the yucky,magic water and plastered my whole face with em, concentrating on cheeks, chin and forehead.. bah.. what else left is there..
Anyway, they've been on my face for past few hours, making me giddy.
I keep rewetting the cotton pieces, in desperation for speedy recovery. Whenever I walked out of my room, I had to bloody cover me face. They've all been staring at me..at their fellow resident who's getting weirder by the day.. (On top of me LOUD monologue readingsin my room). To aid your imagination. Let me simply put it :
"I look like I 've got shit splattered all over my face!"
Brown, in patches and fuckiiiinnn smellyyyyyyyyyyyy....

Cat had better be right... As long as I dont look like shit tomorrow (school restarting), I shall forgive her for the pungency.

Spoke to mom and Wit on phone and had a few laughs. They sounded jolly as always, uummphh...I really missed home, being around them and I missed eating bakmie!!
Wit was so fierce as usual (jutek bo!), I told mom he aint getting the gals if he's so fierce.
He defended himself by saying that many girls like him, itz just that he's too unaffordable.
I snorted that pricing needs to coincide with value of goods mahh...
Put bombastic prices for craps wont do.
Then mom got defensive :
" Dont say that, I raised my lil baby ok!He's sweet, kind, smart and witty!!".
Right-O. ..There I go promoting da lil bugger on my blog. Some decent girl please hook up with him and shut him up.

Just now, I tried printing the readings for HR module today (coz test is on Monday). There are over 100 pages (f**ken hell wher got time to read!), and I have 20 white printing papers and a few scrap papers lying around. SO HOWWW???? ... Squeeze LORR...
I turned down Roy's kind gesture of wanting to pass me papers, coz I wasnt quite the sight he'd wanna see then. I was Missy Shitty face! Shoosh.. now that line's got a new meaning for me.

The printing took bloody ages and now the words are so small I have to bloodey use microscope to read em. Kay lahh.. not fated to study. Gonna konkzz liao... buh byeee...

Not a happy me

THis is freaky..
These days, I've been losing all my self esteem. I put on weight despite the effort on dieting and my pimples multiply and spread like plague despite my dosages of acne gel and alcohol treatment. I cant even look half as decent as I ever could. Bah...

I shall emphasise on my charisma. Like anyone cares...

No matter how funny Roseanne Barr or Whoopi Goldberg are, people still think stupid Pamela A or bimbotic Paris Hilton are sexier.

Arrrhhh.. Welcome to the real superficial world ma'm..

SHil's Bday at Party World

Today we were supposed to throw Shil a lil Birthday surprise, though it didnt turn out to be such a surprise.
At Paragon, Me and DC hid in a corner when Shil and Sze walked by. We then walked past them hand in hand like a couple with a bandana flagging on top of our heads (supposed to cover the face). Ok, that was DC's lame idea. But anyway, after they saw and yelled at us, we blindfolded Shil and made her listen to our instructions.
5 baby steps to the right, turn 90 degree to left and gallop 10 steps...turned two rounds and 10 more gallops...
After all those tortures, we ended up at Party World. We got it on Video too.

4 hours of singing til hoarse turned out to be quite a ball. Sandy joined us for a while.
Shil has mentioned about wanting KTV session, so that was supposed to be our little surprise.
I spoilt it by blurting (while Shil was blindfolded) :" So funny seeing Shiling blindfolded to KTV, like she just turned 18 and so excited to finally be allowed to try nightlife".. Ta daa.. me and my big mouth..
Shil was like :" Ohh.. we goin KTV ah.."
Die liao..

Anyhow, Happy Birthday darling!!!! Your diamond ring from Keith is makin me all green.....

Earlier in the day, I actually went to Guild house gym. I saw my own poster for the first time, not too bad.. arms look pretty slim hahaha..
I spent a whole hour there. Thanks to the 30-nothing novel. I was reading it while cycling, thus I managed a whole hour, else it'll be friggin boring.

I went swimming afterwards, but 5 laps was all I could manage. My jello legs couldnt paddle anymore. I was so excited to go for sauna when I found out that the bloody automated cubicle did not generate steam. Why did they blast the air-con at the toilet cum showers? Dammnnn freezinn coldd... I ran here there and no sauna.. basket....

I slept a total of 13 hours today. Not bad, finally getting some rest.

Dramatic Journey to the Library

As the title suggested, today I finally did materialise my long awaited journey to the library.
I actually got there! But only after long oggling session at FHMs at Co-op and Cat's angry call and sms.

Besides thin, naked ah lians who can't pose without looking like cheap tarts, FHM boasts other contents which caught my attention. They had these before-and-after pictures of places which underwent drastic changes of state after certain events, such as the WTC area, Nagasaki and Rhyolite in Nevada. The pictures were satellite taken and the captions were informative and witty. They also had articles of weird, warped cuisines and eating styles all over the globe. Good mag! Good cover too!

Come to think of it, FHM can easily stand for For Her Magazine.
Bah!!! I love 'reading' FHMs lor.... Why cannot, right? Why can't we women oggle at them babalons? They are beautiful!! We may have them but we also adore babalons of other estates. They are all beautiful. Those on display are meant to be looked at anyway. Go on and indulge. Guilt free.

I am seriously NOT blaming you sleaze balls out there for getting distracted by them from time to time. I know there are moments of relapse. It's purely human nature to succumb to beautiful entities. I had my moments of complete uneasiness too. I do have male friends who cant seem to ever see eye-to-eye with me. This is mainly because his eye level is diagonally down towards the valley. Bloodey Wanker!!!!!!!!!.. Why stare until so obvious! Pai seh la...

If you're getting defensive now. Think again!
Dont bluff!! If you are a lad and reading this, go bury yourself in Sahara if you havent oggled at a nice pair of twin peaks before. Boo! L O S E R!

But puhleaseee.. do this discreetly, dont make her blush. Worse still, don't make her slap you tight on the cheek. Verdict : stick to FHM, PB, Maxim, etc...

Runway models are normally flat yah? All lanky and no boobs. But dont complain, they are meant to show off the clothes, big babalons would be too distracting. That's why the big boobed beauties end up in Playboy or TV. Heh..

Anyway, at the trendy, newly revamped NUS library, I picked up some books on Energy for my FYP and leisure reading (??), but what excited me the most was the book of monologue entitled A Woman Alone ( I was obviously not along the right stretch of book shelves). Completely irrelevant to my engineering studies, I found the little book amusing. I have been reading it to myself. Well, it's a monologue after all. Who knows? I might be able to inspire myself to be a great actress.. this is all part and puzzle of my long term plan of being a conman of course.. or con woman..
Another great find was Lisa Jewell's novel:30-nothing. This is gonna be a good read.
I just realised that I am allowed to borrow a total of 15 books. Though I wont have time to read even one. I should borrow 15 and fill up my already congested and messy room. I could rent the books out at a price or stack the books on the floor, so that I can climb on them and clean my fan.

Anyway, eventhough it's term break now, I have a million things to do. Hence, I shall REFRAIN from blogging and do some work, which includes mid term project on heat exchanger, on HRM (2 papers), FYP, about 4 or 5 tutorials ( I think ), brush up on Don's steps and band "Knock OUt"'s repertoire. I actually just arranged the lyrics alphabetically in the file. Man.. that was so treacherous.

MY OWN AMBIGRAM!!!! Automation Lecture was pizz boring.. So, I doddled away.. Now I wan my award!!! Turn the image upside down and it will still read Marcelly!!!!!!!!!!! YAY!!!!!!!!!!!! 

Dempsey Darth Vaders

I havent gone home for 2 days and I missed my lappie so much coz I have so much to blog.

On Friday I was an unofficial tour guides to Paulus and his babes...
I took them to Clarke Quay where they had their fist encounter with Turkish ice cream seller. That was hillarious. The Turkish bugger kept tricking them when handing the cone or the ice cream with no cone.. or the cone with no ice cream... haha...
They almost sat on the bungee jump but too bad the crew was taking a rest.
We ate satays and then adjourned to Zouk, where my nightlife started again.

Rajoo and Tshen were there.
Rajoo was wearing this Tshirt that said: "I just tore my knee ligament recently.."
The poor sod immediately received a few knee services from me. A few low kicks. Only then I realised the back of the Tshirt said: " but that does not mean you can can kick me.."
Oopss.. Sorry dude.. wasnt reading..

I met Suk and Leon at members. I was fed JD by Suk but I was reasonably fine. We went home after short visit to Velvet to have an early night.
I crashed at Paulus' room at Le Meridien, caught winks for 4 hours and woke up to a sumptuos hotel Bfast before running late for drama class.

On saturday, I met Nat and lil Nathan for second time... the 4 yr old lil darling is KING! we are all his lovely maids. heuhuehue.. Very cheeky lil bugger. Soooo adorable. Following him around whole day with heels was quite treacherous. But it was worth the calluses on my soles.

We had coffee with Hanny and Sha in the afternoon. The ladies had major catch up session with Nat who's been MIA for years. They were ranting about mid life, single women crisis when I blurted out that the only next thing we can look forward to is our menopause. I received a few stares in return. My potty mouthed words werent very amusing obviously.

For dinner, we met up with Steven, out old Concord school mate, had Korean. Nathan was picky with his food as usual. He only likes nuggets, sausages and fries... so angmoh.. hehe..

***
Saturday late nite...

Jac and Cat made me cab down to deserted, ulu yet lovely, private wine drinking place at Dempsey Road.
It was at this Wine Connection, where I made my dempsey formation months back for DC and the gang. After many glasses of fine wine, I was made to do giddy turns on this broom and raced to a chair with another giddy girl. Arrrhh..

Anyway,, the story with Cat and Jac was much worse.. I will show some pictures below... pictures tell thousands of words....

Nice girls drinking wine and eating smelly cheese

At first, the girls were docile and tame... good girls...sittin still.. oh and my arm looks like a friggin leg.. #@$%#

after a few glasses of good red wine. we started getting silly..it got worse still..

Leaving the lovely place after many glasses, we stumbled upon a few things lying around. waiting to be stolen. This Heineken chair was jackpot... we couldnt resist.. so this is the evidence of Jac walking away jubilantly with the chair.

On the way.. we saw Mr mini merlion... We decided to pay a little tribute. to shut him up about the stolen chair... So, we gave him a rotten sour satsuma. He seemed pretty pleased.

So,.. while waiting for the cab... Jac sat down on the newly found darling.. Heineken Chair.. ehhh.. where's the Heineken cloth ? it's gone missing... alass.. Anyway... Jac was the construction site supervisor for awhile..(spot the hunky men working on road at the background?).. She makes a smashing mentor..


And so was our lil trip to the wine connection. We were thinking to steal another to match this one. So that we'd have a pair for our new apartment in a few months time. Maybe we'll come back next Saturday. Hopefully by then, they'd replaced the missing chair.. hiaks...shhh

Excursion to ACM

After getting so bogged down at Career's fair, Jac and Sham decided to pay a visit to the Asian Civilisation Museum, and alas, they dragged me along.
I decided to fork out 2.50 to satiate their weird moods.

MUSEUM?? WTF?????????????

Eventhough we had many good laughs, the contents of the museum were abit overrated la.. damn bo liao..
They displayed stuffs like broken ceramic bowls from the 40s.. seashells found along singapore shores in the 40s.. coolie's pants from the 40s.. like WHO BLOODY CARES??????????????
And the pants were so hugeeee.. were the coolies THAT fat??

Bollocks la.. But we did refresh ourselves again on our secondary school history knowledge.
I spotted some mistakes too!! Like how they wrote that "the bodisatvas postponed their enlightenments", when it should have been "postponed their ascent to nirvana". Me smart or not???

The three jackasses (Jac, Sham, me) of three very different and individually exotic breed of Viet, Indian and Indon respectively, had some intellectual exchange of informations, amongst the giggles and screams. Museums are damn creepy can!
I hate those interactive monitors that say :" Hello!!! Welcome to the ACM!" whenever you walk past them. I almost bashed one of them goddamn machines, scared the shit outta me.
Anyway, we didnt manage to finish everything, it was closed at 7pm. Boo!

Strolling along boat quay, we then stumbled upon this eaterie that sells abalone and shark fin set meals at 5-6 bucks. So, we decided to give it a try.
No wonder it was dirt cheap, I found about 5 thin strands of shark fin inside the soup.
Bloody hell..
And abalone seriously looks like da punani hor.. eh.. really.!!. go take a look.. or are u already nodding?

Careers Fair.....

Today, I realised I ought to be conducting some soul searching, thus the proper visit to 2005 NUS Career's Fair. Result: so so bordering on disappointing.

There were quite a number of stands and the place was quite packed.
A few notable encounters were:

1. British American Tobacco : Heh.. how ironic. I cant believe NUS lets them have a stand, when we're not even allowed to smoke within the campus premises.
I was tempted to ask if their product range reaches out beyond tobacco.. hehe.. If they were more adventurous I might want to apply. Maybe product tester,user and dealer. hiaks..

2. Toyota Asia.
Jackie wants to be their permanent car model while I want to be a car tester.
I cant drive, so I should be a car tester. People who can drive of course wont crash it right? Then test for wat f**k? (Warning: Marcelly-you are out of point)
Actually, I would have liked to be part of the assembly team, but apparently, the assemblies are done in Thailand, Chey!
But the stand provided free mentos and fat wacky pens =).

3. Debenham Tie Lung.
From what I know, Debenhams is a department store I frequented in England. But maybe they've diversified, whatever. Nowadays, they chiminise all the job titles. They call themselves International Property Advisers! heh.. Real estate agent then say real estate agent la.. bastards...

4. Hitachi:
I dropped my resume for fun. They make fridges right? ............ Or is it motorbike?
(Warning: Marcelly, hide your bimbotic side for goodness sake)

5. The rest were mostly financial advisers Aka Insurance Agent cum Monetary Conman. The job scope spreads to risk and financial analysis and all that shit. Boring trash.
But they had lucky draw for cute teddy bears, so Jac, me and Sham filled in the forms, hopin to get one. But we didnt get any in the end. Boo..

6. Maersk?PSA? Port Authorities?

They are port-to-port management companies or some suga like that. I dont really know what they do, but if I am gonna do much embezzling and smuggling in the future , I need to educate myself with the internal structures first, make some useful contacts, analyse and seek for those who might want to co-operate huheuhe.. (eh....why am I blogging this?)

7. Schlumberger: This one's way wicked!
Oil exploration engineering globe-wide. Man... I want ! I want! I'd get sent to Saudi and Africa!
I'll be their hottest engineer! Unless Jackie gets employed too, then we'll share the throne.=)

8. Surbana : Developers, construction consultants.
Not too bad, me and Jac dropped our CVs.
I thought it would be fun building HDBs in Singapore or other establishments world wide.
The current HDB designs are so boring. They all look the same! I must design some that are made of stones, bambooes or reinforced plastics horr...

Ok, that's not quite the Mechanical Engineers' job...

But perhaps, I can design the piping lines such that they portrude out of the building and wrap around it (like Museum Pompidou in Paris), or external elevators that travel diagonally (merely for aesthetic values), OR completely automated lavatories... the kinds that scooter over to you whenever your bladder or bowels start roaring, suck 'em all out and convert the faecal wastes into usable energy--maybe to power your heater or stoves. Horrrrrrrrrr.......... Man... they should employ ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Conclusion: Many jobs out there are really quite interesting, Marcelly is now overwhelmed.
---Off tangent abit, I'd like to suggest a ban for maids from goin to 5 dollars factory outlet stores. Coz now I dont dare to buy there anymore. heuheue.. I am so mean. Can la.. buy la.. I wear mine to sleep lor..%#$%$#

V

V for Valentine? For Valley? For Venus? For Verrry indifferent from other days?

I spent it at home with mom of course. That was Very Nice.

Happy Valentine's Day eVeryone!

By the way, on a side note, guess what's my biggest present for new year and Vday?

Flowers? not a chance...

Spa vouchers? I wish...

It's... ACNE outbreak! How lovely..
Now, my once porcelain, flawless complexion is looking worse than bombed Iraqi cities.

I am probably better off telling people I'm contracting chicken pox.

They'd probably buy it...

Anyway, this was a conversation over msn that occured today.
I was 'quin' and Decai was "DC: What are you looking for?"

"quin"------------------------ says: eh dude.. what are you looking for?

"DC-what are you looking for" -says: eh..dunno leh..

"quin"------------------------- says: I help you look laa.. where u put?

"DC- what are you looking for "-says: Arghhhhhhhhhhh .....

Hmmm.... Am I losing my funny brain cell?

Today Paul Marion AKA Muthu submitted to me his own Ambigram of his name!!!
Having been inspired by the bestseller Angels and Demons, he doddled away during lecture and came up with his own masterpiece. I'll show you below..... Turn it upside down and you'll read the exact same thing. Marvellous. He should really be getting his Pullitzer.

Paul Marion Tan's Own ambigram

Upside or not, it reads Paul...
Somebody gives him a bleeding award and shut him up please... heuheuhe...

Gong Hey Fatt Choy..

It had been raining in Jakarta while I was there, but this would actually mean good fortune ... downpouring on you.. yay!

Mom's Bakmi Apin is sooo busy you cant see the owner's ass (it's an indon joke.. nvm)...

I had been pizzed floorwards thrice during my too-short-too-be-wicked trip back to motherland.. not very good is it? First crime was comitted at Bliss/Loft25 where me lurvely cousin Lia took me to see her 'big boss' Regent , who determinedly spoonfed me 'illusion' in petite goblets, at least ten times.. I was rockin the dance floor before I was all over it... shame!

Second one was at... Vertigo/X-Lounge and so was the third one, both comitted in a row...

The trips became a few more reunions, with pre historic friends like Joe, Erwin, Ira and Hendra.
This reunion entails me spending my hong baos away rather than receiving some though...

But it was all good... worth the hole in the pocket...

I went to Dapoer Babah to see some old friends before the 2nd Vertigo trip. Dapoer Babah was this neat boutique eaterie with a Dutch-Batavia fusion theme. Very lovely.. Very Costly..
One look at the menu (hence the prices) and I felt full..

Heh.. no lahh.. I was on a bakmie diet...

But the food there seemed like the kinds you can easily get at Wartegs ( Jakarta kampung style road side hawkers--the kinds too poor to get u spoons or proper chair),.. only the portions smaller, the plates bigger and the prices jacked up ridiculously.

So the only thing I bought there was a pack of fags. Anyway, I was too busy commuting between Ira's table and Cokro's table the whole night. No time to munch.

Wait a min, I din mean to hi-lite my trip back with cheonging sessions only.

I spent the day helping out at mom's Bakmi Apin aite!
The newly opened little humble eaterie was so busy within the first week, we were so relieved! At least we got the ball rolling...
All mom's relatives were so helpful and supportive, suddenly..belonging to a close-knit family has a whole new meaning.

Afternoon of CNY, we went to maternal grandma's, in fact, she's the only one I have left.So we better treat her like a crystal vase. She went on pilgrimage to Israel on Monday though.

At night, We all went to Palm Beach and afterwards I adjourned to Four Season's, I saw Erjin,etc again after a long time. Ting and Ngelin were there too.

Seeing dad again was good. He's not as fierce this time. In fact, quite nice. He's probably forgiven me for being angry at his misdemeanours. He's painted the house like a kindergarten though. Sitting at the dining table while turning your head 360 degrees, you will be lavished with sights of yellow walls, green walls, red-brick walls, purple upper portions, orange walls, colourful walls of abstract motives and blue walls.

Apparently, it's for good feng shui or luck welcoming thingy, or he was just turning it into a temple.... Man... I didn't know the panoramic value of the house had to be jeopardised.

Speaking of temple.. Kenny used to fish for dollar notes out of the donation box in his dad's temple in Tai Chung.. BAdddddd boyyy...

Ok.........., boooooring confessions, lets take a look at some pictures...

CNY is truly madly deeply for reunion

Me and Bro Wit clubbed together for first time... showing each other's true darker colours.. hehehe... VERTIGO, JKT

Paul is laughing at Wit's naturally self-dread locking hair...orr something.. they were well pissed.. after finishing Remy Martin's off the bleeding bottle..

Aitee.. These are some of the party goers of big city Jakarta for you!.. They dont look happening? I just couldnt snap them while in action.. be it hip hop or rave.. they were all ON!

Awi the footie bookie, me and Cousin Natalia.. the heights are of exact references... I am VERY short!

Let me tell a lil story about the superwoman Natalia. She has survived many storms in her earlier phase of life and she's grown out to be quite the woman you'd find one in a million.

This lady races like Schumacher. I was once sitting on her Mazda many years back.
It was initially sailing smoothly on the highway in Jakarta.
An S600 Merc flew past and her eyes lit up like neons.

Nat: S600 had a bloke with noone at the passenger seat?

Me: Err.. I think so..

Nat: Ok.. this one is mine....

I wished she'd take it back. Skilfully, she shifted her gear, pushed on the gas and started storming past the speeding cars, weaving her way through the many goddamn lorries on the highway. I was edged at my seat, hands cluthing handles or watever I could grab on. I buckled up and started praying.
Damnit!!! I didnt know Mazda can go so fast under her control. Within minutes, the S600 was at our side mirror views. Wicked geezer!!!!!!!!!

This was how she used to get the guys. Speeding past them, enticing them to corner her to a road side, while waving and smiling, wanting to get her number.
But she'd race nothing less than an Evo. Good girl....

A model, an entrepreneur, a drag racer... Not surprised that all the guys at Vertigo were competing for her attention. I was somewhere at the background, redundant and forgotten.

I was in my own bliss and oblivion anyway.
Guys are such a waste of time.

Chilling at X-lounge.. 

The Dj at Vertigo was some angmoh.. looks like those poor white hitchhikers tho..ooopss// he's spose to be quite famous.. 

WANTED

When this two are put together in one deadly combi, even hurricanes or tsunamis are put to shame...

They'd freakin bring the houze down YO!

Rapping in Sundanese, beat-boxing when sloshed, raving like lunatics on the dance floor, doing the jellyfish legs, the monkey dance, the self humping dance, humming and drummin all the damnnnnnnnnnn bo liao songs.. losing themselves in too many goddamn translations (damn those multilinguists), bickering, swearing and crapping in all kinda cock, half-fark languages and lingo with equally farked up sense of humour..

Damn... they are funnier than Kadir-Doyok, stupider than Joey-Chandler, noisier than Cow&Chicken, cooler and more dynamic than Batman- Robin, way lamer and wayyyy cuter than Ant&Dec..

I want them for me MCs on me wedding if it ever happens.. Parents wont be allowed in thou..

Two best buds.. Wit and Pol

Paul is da Man

Paul and moi... whats all the raaviiing about? hehe.....

I think Paul should start his own blog. I will unfailingly read it religiously. It would be wickedly hilarious, I bet.

Paul is the ultimate genuine Melbourne raver. I see his foot work also dizzyy..

Ira, Cokro and me on the 11th of Feb as stated in the picture.. I met IRA, me ex Concord school mate after 8 YEARS!! The Royal Msian Princess is currently residing in KL, after her much awaited comeback from SF... I shall pay her a royal visit soon.. Cokro.. well I see him every now and then.. the Indon big boss of margarines and palm oils resides in the dusty, bustling metropolitan of Jakarta. 

At gran's

Besides all the clubbings Ive accomplished.. I also did the visitings.. or else how am I gonna fund my parties right? Hehe..

What I meant was.. family comes first..aite? I spent the afternoon at gran's, we had a lil feast.. mom's side of the relatives are so close-knit, it's just lovely..

Aunt number 4, aunt number 1, mommi, moi, gramma, aunt number 6... at gran's