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Hello I have neglected this blog for the most part of 2008, as it is seen in Archives my entry count is gradually going the downhill, it’s not that I have nothing to say but really, what exactly is the use in all that speech because hey just go bloody do it already. Anyway, better late than never so here goes – 2008 had been an exciting year of self discovery, change, exposé of a low-life and new ventures. There, the entire year summed up. It is with lots of luck and fate that I am sharing the greater part of my life with an absolute saccharine wonder of a person. Talk to me and I will tell of vivid dreams reoccurring in real time, multiple dejavu’s, numeric correlations and all that weird shit about knowing before not knowing. HONESTLY, I am so damn bad at blogging. Descriptions are either too vague or excessive with barely a hint of remote relevance. Poor friends who read probably spend half the time trying to figure out just what the hell this person is writing or rather trying to write, if there is even enough patience to get to the last sentence of the entry. How like that?

Ok so sleepy at work, waiting to go shoot, til another day compadres

slow down, my beatin' heart.

Pondered over late breakfast/lunch of a nice hot indochine prawn wrap today after the snipping of long overdue split ends in town; to take my mom out for a great dinner or would a big welcome back into the kitchen deem better means for the entire family? So I have now in my oven two chicken roasts of delicious thyme and garlic and butter, later which potatoes and sweet potatoes peppers asparagus pan fried, rosemary and young portobello mushrooms with cheese will be all added to bake in this wonderful singular dish of a meal. Just wish I was a little less lazy with the photo snapping of these daily activities, way too many to be documenting really,... oh well. Shall just have to make do with my descriptive literary preceding your power of worldly imagination (:

The only way to go is up.

Thought I should leave you with a little piece of me before we take the jump on Saturday in the deep green seas of truly Asia. This was last night at good 'ol ECP, one of the worst actually... will eventually bruise like a motherfucker, a positive sign really because that is when skin regeneration takes place. What happened was - went Way too fast on skates, tripped, avoided landing on pavement, jumped to grass patch to break the fall but hit the curb instead. Awesome or what?

It has been quite a crazy week; 5 hours or less of sleep daily since thumper first Friday of the month and a photo shoot nearby due in 20 minutes. After which would be brunch with jinneroos if he wakes in time and work undone to be done in office and maaaaaybe a small nap and then more work and then more food with jinneroos and that would mark the end of too many events lined up before taking it easy the next couple of days. Or so I would try. Should definitely get a good rest tonight, would not want to be prone to illness before the much anticipated trip to Dayang woohoo! Am unable to translate the wonder of amazement that ceases to fail me in amusement into simple language, so we shall leave that be and will see where this ride on cloud 9 takes us both.

Despite the sleep deprivation. All is good and beautiful.

Past couple of weekends since KL were rather eventful. Took me a while this morning to recall what exactly was done over the 2 weekends ago. Seriously need to start with the photograph snapping. Age is catching up. Before I forget,... Saw Teenage Textbook movie at Sinama Old School 2 days prior to Jazz on South Bridge on Friday 22 August. Saturday was sex driven serial killing Pathology at Cathay. And then drinks til late at Starbucks. 2AM supermarket cart down Centrepoint to a half eaten sandwich at Swensen's before silk sheets and candy dreams. It might just be true when they say never to let go of that one person when you have found him/her, who has both physical and mental mutual connectivity with you so strong vibes have never felt more real. Quite an awesome feeling. Well we will see how true it gets.

Friday 29 August... For some reason the bunch that was supposed to turn up for the organised outing dissipated, leaving Jinnems and I. Ahead with the plans we went; great dinner at HK Street Family Restaurant, leisurely ride down to the Esplanade... Human oven and Force Vomit, waterfront chill out through 2 bands... Vertical Rush of Real Dreams for two without a question and fantastic company. BEN&JERRY’s, lousy bowlers and a midnight movie and then getting home at 3AM. Met up again 9 hours later for brunch at Waffletown, a gem of a place in sleepy Balmoral Plaza Jin did not discover until me and finally scratching that 2 week old craving for some baked waffles that all supermarkets did not seem to sell any longer. Went down town to Wheelock Place, Forum, made some lazy window shopping before settling at Coffee Bean to freaking STUDY.

Digressing… PADI Open Water certification course commences a week from now, have got 3 hours of a theory session to attend and 6 hours in pool before our weekend dive trip on 19th in Dayang, Malaysia. Wanted to do this since I was 17, after scuba diving in Langkawi, with an instructor attached of course. It was absolutely surreal down under, a whole new space encompassed by a plugged in sound of suspended calm which I dream about from time to time. According to gilldivers, the sea creatures will start their migration in September. Need to go get me some of those disposable underwater cameras soon. So yes, Dayang’s the next destination and diving’s the next big thing that will take place!

This weekend is gonna be Batam, lots of lazing about on the beach in hope of a good tan, eating and drinking and eating with the lot from Boon’s team. It doesn’t feel like we are going but we are finally going! Took quite a lot of pain and a shitload of lag time to get to this stage with that bunch – tickets and rooms all paid for hellooooo sunshine! You can probably understand now why it is tough remembering things I have done on certain days without the photographic documentation. Keep in mind that what I write here on this blog does not constitute to half the things I do in real time. Yes it’s true, there is definitely more to life than mere words in cyberspace.

Back to the previous weekend… Study sessions are necessary because we were given this chunk of a hunk textbook with too many chapters we need to skim through before our theory class on the 9th. And Coffee Bean got us through less than a chapter, before we were distracted by elephant fucks on fingers, body art and magic pens. We figured that it might take 5 sessions before we finish the damn book. Trudged through rain and too much of a crowd to the train station for yet another movie at Vivocity, ATTACK OF THE CLOOONEEES. Cannot believe I watched it but what the heck, I actually did. Not that it was horrible… Oh nevermind. After movie was speed shopping. 4 tops from Gap and Pull and Bear for Jin; long overdue leather pouch from Topshop, 2 tops from Gap and a nice green dress from Mango for me. There were some hot red heels from M&S that fit but not very well, was as disappointed as he was, Victoria’s Secret it is. While shops closed, it was dinner at Marche. I still love Marche despite of the happening quite traumatising couple of months back, that’s an entry meant for another day should the topic come up. Well anyway, there is more to love now that I have found a partner in crime. Hung out a bit outdoors before lengthening the never ending queue for a doze-in-out ride home. So much for ‘going a bit crazy on Friday and getting you in bed early Saturday’. I think we were totally tired out.

I don’t know if it is lame blogging these series of events but honestly, if it is not written down here nor in my journal… 5 months down the road I will probably forget what was done where and with whom so we can all agree, this is for the better good. Of my brain. In continuation. Got to office after lunch on Sunday, went down to Bugis Junction a bit later, headed to Esplanade for. Believe it or not. The NIKE HUMAN RACE. Never in my life would I have expected myself to be part of this wave of red madness taking place all over the globe. Sent Jin off at the start line, clocked an hour and 6 minutes while I happily bought myself some new pants. After shower and all fresh was MORE SHOPPING. This is us and sheer over spending in apparent ignorance of what’s left on our bank statements. He didn’t find any shoes to buy. Bought his 4th crumpler bag though. And me, a spanking new bikini from Billabong that is, may I say, grand cuteness. No other colour combi beats gold and black. Dinner at o’Brien’s and then drinks until Pacific Coffee ceased activity for the day.

This is an awful long blog entry, which I have, out of lousy Monday work etiquette, spent half of the morning writing. The office smells like chicken and I would really like some turkey and brie from Cedele’s for lunch. Might do meatballs at Ikea after work today, if not it will be more crazy night riding and perhaps a bit of Jalan Kayu prata along the way. Need to meet with Ice Cream Boy, old schoolmates and Kellie if you are reading this... COME OUT WITH BRAN AND I PLEASE BEFORE YOU FLY BACK TO CENTRAL SAINT MARTIN'S TO SPEND ANOTHER WONDROUS SCHOOL SEMESTER!

Isn’t life just the perfect ace.

Fuck expectations.

Might be, could be...

KL just a weekend ago was fantastic. Believe it or not I have zero photographs from far-too-short a trip. We managed to cover lots though; 2pm in Pasakrayat (?), some good thai food for lunch at Times Square, quality window shopping and Borders... Drinks at Starbucks and quality company while 2toe fetched the car. He then got stuck in a jam so we took on some wine and heineken's at Dome. Which did not go too well together. Checked in at beautiful Hotel Maya that is conveniently situated across from Zouk KL, became a missus for the stay and receptionist did not believe I was my age but gave us a queen sized bed in a corner room with a wonderful view anyway. Long shower and quick soak in the 5 piece honeymoon bathroom while the boys hung out at the sky lounge that could easily be my choice of a living room... Pretty sunset lights through ceiling-floor window-doors accompanied by echoes of soft rock and quiet conversation in a space that seemed completely ours, wine cheese and fruit while 2toe took his time in the shower, absolute romancing.

Went on down to Jalan Damai where there was a stretch of homes converted into eateries that had eatables (sic), settled for a Japanese restaurant similar to Sui Restaurant on Craig Road, low tables raised platforms, the whole works. Great food and service and company what more is there to ask for? Took a long ride to Damansara Heights for a bottle of wine at a wine place with a name that escapes my mind. Zouk at midnight and met up with Dean the architect had a bottle of jim beam's and green tea and then it was too much crazy sexy dancing til the lights came on. The night was coming to an end but we made it last with gentle touches until the first peek of morn. Missed check out, snuck into lobby with half a straight face, got away with a lost room access card scot-free.

Woke up at Dome KLCC Suria with coffee and hot chocolate and apple crush and a pie with ice cream before 2toe joined us to have lunch at Madam Kwan's... not a place to be at by the way. Over priced with mediocre nasi lemak. Fail. Then it was down to Pasakrayat again for a sleepy ride home. Long dinner at Soup Spoon, his virgin visit and was rather impressed. Soup Spoon over Cedele now any day. Made plans for jazz and beer, dreaming aloud of the underwater in September anticipation and trips to beautiful sandy beaches, stunt driving, Europe and german learning before we headed for home, indulging in everything honest and true to life while dealing with getting through the next work week with a secret smile on our faces.

I don't know. This might be, could be.

And according to wilson. KL is for lovers. :)

because nasehr says so -

THREE NAMES YOU GO BY:
1. olivia
2. oli
3. o

THREE SCREEN NAMES YOU HAVE HAD:
1. olibia
2. nikkijoan
3. eat my shorts

THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:
1. head
2. body
3. limbs

THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU DON’T LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:
1. skin allergies
2. split ends
3. growth of unnecessary bodily hair

THREE PARTS OF YOUR HERITAGE:
1. communism
2. defiance
3. music and the arts

THREE THINGS THAT SCARE YOU:
1. running out of time
2. not being able to break out of ennui ever
3. indulgence of evil jealousy

THREE OF YOUR EVERYDAY ESSENTIALS:
1. passing the motion
2. being squeaky clean and scrubbed
3. calcium

THREE THINGS YOU ARE WEARING NOW:
1. black matte frames
2. ashworth
3. deep red glittery nail polish

THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE BANDS OR MUSICAL ARTISTS:
1. radiohead
2. chantel chamberland
3. saveferris

THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE SONGS (RIGHT NOW):
1. weezer - island in the sun
2. chantel chamberland - cry me a river
3. portishead - wandering stars

THREE THINGS YOU WANT IN A RELATIONSHIP:
1. trust
2. communication beau ideal
3. being able to travel explore and experience whatever in wholesome togetherness

THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE HOBBIES:
1. taking it easy
2. stoning into the sea/sky/field/somesortofnicelandscape
3. dining with great company

THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO REALLY BADLY RIGHT NOW:
1. sleep
2. swim
3. eat cereal milk and fruit for breakfast

THREE CAREERS YOU’RE CONSIDERING/YOU’VE CONSIDERED:
1. photographer
2. explorer
3. fine artist

THREE PLACES YOU WANT TO GO ON VACATION:
1. all
2. over
3. the world

THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE:
1. live a life worth the while
2.
3.

THREE WAYS THAT YOU ARE STEREOTYPICALLY A GIRL:
1. sucker for a good sale
2. enjoy the good ol flowers dinner movie date and drinks after
3. want to be treated like a lady but at the same time expect men to be acutely aware of my feministic tendencies

THREE WAYS THAT YOU ARE NOT STEREOTYPICALLY A GIRL:
1. having super-guy-strength
2. none to minimal gossip in daily convos
3. easily annoyed by dramatised wailing hysterics of fellow female acquaintances, better tolerance with friends of course

THREE PEOPLE THAT YOU WOULD LIKE TO SEE TAKE THIS QUIZ NOW:
1. khai
2. linda
3. BD


And it is you,... you the one who can break me outta this fucking rut.

Well I think I am officially stressed out. Sort of like a pressure cooker, suppressed and no release. That is more good news than anything else really. See, in a pressure cooker, all is bounded in a space firmly enclosed. Each molecule, bonds heat induced, are now synced vigorous motions of pulses in a nasty quake-like. Containment is important. Denying spillage, the resistance of the steely exterior plays the role mighty great of a given merit indisputable. And that, is what gets the shit together and holds it in a grip as tight as hell.

Expedite, expedite. Gotta freaking expedite.

9.30AM
letters to jinneroos

As the ray of sheer lightness in the early morn stream through glass undisguised and enveloping everything in a warm schmoosh wrap, we are again reminded of what is divine and good, green as could be on the other side. Minutes tick seeping into the arrival of day, somewhat different now; for what holds important is a thought of the utter wholesomeness that is kept in a secret garden of lull, just sitting and waiting, hanging on a promise of discovery.

Top 10 things I would reeeeeealllllllllllllly like happening/to be doing RIGHT NOW:

i. Lounging on a beach chair. In front of my beach house. Basking in the sunset. Eating nice cold sweet seedless tangerines. With no one in particular. It doesn't really matter. Sort of.

ii. The blister on my shin from the 2 hour long skateathon this morning to MIRACULOUSLY DISAPPEAR.

iii. Have the Singapore Marathon 2008 corporate run-thing-rubbish-issue to organise and coordinate when I say WOWWWEEEE!

iv. Be on a spacious balcony of some sort. Preferably my bedroom's. Eating nice cold sweet seedless tangerines in the chill of a night.

v. To stop the pondering on what to wear Saturday of the much anticipated impromptu HELLOOOOKLWEEKENDDDDDDDAGAINNNNN trip that my mother has no clue of

vi. Finding the secret map to the money plantation people seem to know about.

vii. Snap out of being hungry and grossed out by food all at the same time. STUPID GASTROENTERITIS.

viii. Be swept away. To Italy. Egypt. Wherever. As long as the sweeping part is involved.

ix. For the blinds to be drawn sleep from eyes rubbed away so that truth unfolds and saves the day.

x. Gotta put a stop to these emo laced entries sheesh

Two Individuals

One individual

Inspiration seeps. Through cracks of walls, walls of brimming heat.

Like a heartbeat.

When I first saw the music video of Yellow. I thought it was brilliant. The lyrics brilliant. Filmotography brilliant. Of early morn to the break of dawn? Brilliant.

Your skin
Oh yeah your skin and bones
Turn in
Turn into something beautiful
You know
You know I love you so
You know I love you so

Just what sort of a love would a love be… will a love be, for a love of all skin and bone deep? Will we ever.

Chanced upon the video last night clicking around youtube, goosebumps all around hearing Tony Williams sing in tenor beautiful like soap all lathered. Who does this these days? Where locally can I get a taste of such awesomeness live?

you're my dream come true, my one and only you...

and 7 hours ago, at the Singapore Indoor Stadium...



Yes I actually went to watch the WYNNERS. Paid for of course. Not that mad yet. The supposed 'Beatles' of SEA. Aunties and uncles out of their seats boogying to the music. Coloured light sticks. Whistles. CANTOPOP. No I am not out of my freaking mind.

then to Privé - marina at keppel bay


For some nice desserty bailey's irish crème, a bottomless jug of lemonade fizzy alcoholic thingy great view with a DJ spinning retro to the 70s 80s and progressively into the 90s when we left after much silly almost drunk talk.

Have been brought to (too) many new places for food and chilling out of late, the past 2-3 months or so... Interestingly enough, it seems the older ones keep better company. I'm not complaining.

So I finally got down to the muesli breakfast this morning - plain yoghurt, honey from india that was meant for hair conditioning (don't ask), grapes and pre-packed muesli all mixed into a great concoction of bird food.

"No wonder the animals in the forest are always happy"
"I wouldn't mind living in the forest. Gotta have a cow though so I still get my dairy"
"Is that a feast you're having? May I have some of whatever you are having pretty please?"
"Mmm honey with yoghurt, lovely!"
"Looks like lao sai, probably will come out the same way"
"What in the world are you eating?"
"Eeeeyer, what is that!?"
"Healthy living week is it?"

Just minutes ago. Aviators on, all prepped for a great day out at the pool with Angeline and kid. Looking forward to getting browned everywhere else pasty white, save for my freckled arms... no thanks to architectural photography, under too much morning light at its bestest.

Now. Bright sunshine gone, an audible storm brews in a distance unknown, it looks like I'm gonna remain unevenly coloured afterall.

Whatever happened to sun in sunday?

I'm happy lazing in today

Before heading out in a bit

z

It’s an hour before my flight back to homeland. Am looking forward to the next trip already, for I have some unfinished business to deal with. Did not manage to exhaust all shopping in KLCC! Horrible time management or what? I’ll never know. Gave away a couple of shopping vouchers (accumulated from Jin/other shopping and wanted to use today but ran outta time GRRR) to the nice cab driver who drove me to the airport. He was in absolute delight. Gonna be a hit with his daughter tonight.

Putting things in perspective… it has been quite a curious weekend actually. I found new friends, forged ties, crossed lines into new boundaries, discovered a discipline of travel I had once been friendly with only in thought but now with experience. My colleagues in the Malaysia office had been really generous with their hospitality. Makes me feel all warm snuggly inside. Above all, I found myself again. Among other things.

Contemplating getting a widget of some sort, start locking entries… journey ahead is looking to be difficult, and it is not any easier bearing a soul raw to the public eye.