Hideout

It was one of the sweet sisterly moments shared in KL..

Lazing in hotel bed with bodies piling over each other, watching the interesting Discovery Channel, while Gerald reading out loud a love quiz from the Sisters magazine which he proudly stole from a Coffee outlet (he has the unique hobby of reading female magazines).

" You are watching a drama serial about never-ending love relationship. What will be your ideal ending?"

Gave my answer without much hesitation: "C - The male lead died in the end."

Gerald gave me a devious look after a quick scan at the quiz results.

"You have a negative outlook of love, not believing in happy ever after ending. Most likely you have been wounded deeply before, which caused the lack of trust in love anymore. By wanting the ending to be tragic, you sub-consciously wish for the suffering of the female lead.. just like you have."

I was nodding my head away, frowning at the same time. Damned... It was so true. I have became such a pathetic, sore loser after that break-up with Jimmy?

The truth is- I couldn't bring myself to get committed in a relationship anymore, not like in the past. I don't see the bright future that SHOULD have come with the ideal Relationship package- complete with 2 years of laughter and joy, an eternity life of "Come, let's share our woes" and 1 year warranty.

One by one, I watched my beloved friends getting married with the seemly most perfect guys for them.
Envy
Not cos of their new-found social status nor their legalized companionship. But the fact that they could get over the heartbreaks, moved on with life and not losing the ability to trust a man with their happiness again.

All I can see in my love life are sex, lies and videotapes....

Oops.. Sorry
I meant insecurity, hesitation and cautious treading on a thin ice of trust.

I could have loved someone with all my little heart and also fiercely protecting the possession of remaining sanity now.

I preserve my pride and sanity with nonchalant yet deep down inside, there's stormy waves of chaos and riots that kept crashing down, hard. I have chosen to ignore Jimmy's existence for over 1 year; the sufferer was only me.

Like an ill-trend, those who inflicted pain on me- avoidance is the only way I knew of, to deal with it all. It is definitely not a wise move. I know. Like I mentioned earlier, the one and only sufferer is me.

With this mentality, I couldn't bear to meet up with the group of common friends that I shared with the 'offender' anymore, all in the name of avoidance... Immature huh?

I tried to correct this silly thinking of mine by sending a birthday message to Jimmy a couple of weeks ago.
He was overly delighted... Replying that it was the best present he have received so far.

Void
I felt nothing. There was no urge to meet up as suggested by him- neither did it make me feel better or relieved.

Maybe, avoidance does help. It lets you forget the old pain and nurses the grudges~ slowly. Maybe we can get by just like this ~ Or maybe only I can....
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For some strange reasons, I am freaking busy despite being jobless. Pretty much tied up with stuff.... moving house, helping my parents out with their business, organizing for Xmas partieS and attempting to slot in time to plan my grand business proposal, which got people so excited over (Shit.. Now there's an expectation to be meet now).
The bad timing is getting on my nerves and at times, I wished I can just disappeared into still air, surfacing only when it is time for dinner...

Currently, I have sentenced myself to isolation.
And I ask for your forgiveness and patience with the hermity me for the time being.

You need a blue sky Holiday

With Gerald and Ethan on this trip to KL, what possibly could have went wrong on this simple little vacation?



Everything






Let’s not talk about how I have to save Gerald from white shark’s deadly jaws…



And the time when towering books that came crashing down and buried the guys deep

And Ash to come to the rescue again, with her trusty spade and a loyal, sniffing dog…


It was truly embarrassing when Ethan was caught stealing from an old lady whom I just befriended on the streets…


And horny Gerald tried to take advantage of her when no one was looking….

What can I possibly say when people asked where we were from?Erm... I don't know them

To punish the guys for bad behavior, Lord of Bad Luck sentenced them to have dinner at this restaurant.

Look clean and good from outside… but it was in fact, a black shop along Jalan Bukit Bintang…
Extorting prices with food portions dished out sufficient only for mice’s consumption. Service worse than a toliet attendant.

Ethan and Gerald were pretty displeased about all, soon became aggressive and very much determined to take back the small change that was conveniently forgotten to return to us… (And it took 20 minutes of haggling and arguing to have our change)
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Over at Genting Highlands, we visited the amazing world of Ripley….(Ps: Don't bother going for the Haunted Adventure) The Ripley's Museum was truly enticing but it was such an extensive exhibition which took us over 3 hours to finish the tour.
We rested on the World's tallest man’s chair , like Goldilock on Papa Bear's chair..

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Clubbing night in KL…
3 vainpots were dressed up with zest plus a twinge of meticulous care, leaving the hotel room in thick fumes of FCUK and GUESS scents.
Finally, I have the chance to visit the club, Rum Jungle with much anticipation…. But it turned out to be a huge disappointment. The crowd was too old and ambience near-to sleazy. I almost fought with a scantily dressed auntie for a toilet cubicle. She merely dashed into an empty cubicle, ignoring the queue. I tried to pull her back but she was too quick for me. Feel like kicking her door down but managed to refrain from doing so as I remembered I was in Malaysia…. Can’t summon my Ah Lian gang from Singapore down in time….

We left the Old Citizen Club and headed to Zouk.

There again, we had a culture shock.. Most of the clubbers were Malays and they were sure, a mean dancer. The dance floor was bloody packed and everyone only have a cube of space to dance. Swayed a little to my left….. a little to your right. But a couple of Malays were so worked up in dancing~as if they were praticing for a die-hard chance to be featured in Madonna’s Hung Up music video… they seemed to be exploding into an earthbreaking breakdance performance at any moment…. I ganna elbowed and slapped by those snaking hands a few times… Decided to steer clear of the danger zone.. But turned out there was another lunatic on my left too… sigh… Sandwiched in the doom of suffering.

And strangely, the clubbers there seemed to enjoy having their neighbors’ sweat smeared over their bodies… Giving a sample tasting of their oily hair to the clubbers behind them (How does that taste, Ethan?)

Well, to be fair, the three of us did some pretty abnormal things too.
a) I guess for 1st time in the KL Zouk history… I am the 1st woman to stuff balls of tissue into my ears to prevent deafness.

b) Gerald gave fake enthusiastic high-fives to the guys up on the front podium which
was in front of the DJ console..
These people were totally irritable to look at. Having a “Oh.. Come and worship me” performance up there... prompting the clubbers below to clap, swing their arms and the Robbie William’s concert wild calls~ “I want to hear you…. Screammm!”
Their make-believe play were only made seemly convincing with the Guest DJ, Armin Van Burren, spinning music right behind them…. The crowd was reaching out for him... not the fakers (you suckers!!)
By the way, the clubbers were going crazy over him… (I mean total craziness) --------->
Ps: I have to stifle a few yawns while dancing.. That’s what my rating for his internationally acclaimed spinning

c) Ethan DID NOT DRINK MUCH that night. Muahahaha.. (All thanks to stinginess of liquor in the drinks..)

As usual, fights and riots broke out after the end of party…. A heavy metal bolt rolled passed me.. We were wondering where that came from.. All were revealed when we were out onto the main pavement outside Zouk. There was a small gang of Chinese hurling strings of abuse at no one in particular…
Quite a comical sight when one of the scrawny guys threw a metal piece into the Zouk’s compound, shouted vulgarity and turned to go into his friend’s car…
Then, the photo-worthy moment…. His expression of obvious panic and fear on his face when the car started to move off without him…

After such an unrewarding night, Gerald decided to console himself with late night supper... Room Service please!!

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Boy, I couldn’t really recall when was the last time I have such ball of the time.. We played like a bunch of rowdy children, ate like pigs and spent money like no one business (despite the fact I am JOBLESS…Kudos to the guys as they have been generously subsidizing some of the expenses for me)

I laughed so much and hard that I seriously suspected that I have a much-toned ads beneath the fresh layers of fat that were accumulated throughout this Gluttony trip.
Back in Singapore…. I was feeling kinda moody. Am so used to see the guys’ unsightly sleeping postures with mouths wide open, the cheeky and mad bantering and routine morning pillow fights for the past 4 days.
Surprisingly, I was the laziest of them all~ always wanting to be the last to wake up. But resorting to methods of legs kicking and bodies crushing down on me, just to get me out of the bed every morning… were pretty cruel and totally unnecessary.....

Sigh.... I wish that we would be back on the traveling road soon.

Next stop… Taiwan?

The line between Deceit and Truth

A lazy afternoon.
Spent 10 minutes walking to the Chinese Garden MRT station, slightly panting (well, I always make a point to brisk walk). Cool winter wind caressed my face and the mighty short, new hairstyle of mine, which have received no compliment to date.
ONLY to realize that I have left my wallet at home. Darn it….
Called my bro to bring it down to the nearest bus stop. Disgruntled with careless self, backtracked to my estate, waiting for Bro’s rescue.

An old man with unkempt hair and long whiskers approached me.
“I do not have enough shillings to take bus. Do you have fifty cents to spare?
“Uncle, sorry. I don’t.” I smiled awkwardly. He looked straight into my eyes, as if he is trying to determine if I am lying.
“I really do not have any money on me. In fact, I left my wallet at home and my family sending it down to me!”
Doubtful stare
“How much do you need, uncle?”
“Erm… $1.50..”
“WHAT? $1.50?!”
Is this harmless looking old man trying to con me….? The bus stop we were at, you can only board buses that terminated at the Jurong East Interchange- that cost 90cents at most.
“I am sorry. Really no money with me now. Please ask someone else.”

He shifted uncomfortably on his seat, giving the fellow bus stoppers a quick scan. I left the bus stop and called back home to check the whereabouts of Bro. Mom picked up phone and reported that Bro was already outside… and out of nowhere, she commented as a matter of fact:
“Your hair is very ugly leh… why you cut until like that?”
-_-“ Thanks mom…

Well folks, you know that it is such a common scenario relating to the above narration that we face every now and then. (No, dumbo. I am not referring to a bad haircut…)

Trust.
In complete stranger.
Should you?

It was past 1am. Just finished with a guilt-stricken heavy supper with my colleagues at Geylang and was on my way back in a cab.
I was coughing badly and taxi uncle offered me a sweet to soothe my throat. I declined with the resounding advice in my head:
Never talk to strangers. Never accept sweets from strangers
He was rather persistent. Kept promoting the bag of sweets he had. Mints, chocolate or fruity flavors?
After much dithering, I took one that looked least dangerous… (No tiny holes poked in its not-crumpled-at-all wrapper). While sucking the sweet slowly, my mind was busy devising means of escape- should I feel dizzy at any point of time…
Turned out that the taxi uncle was the Good Man- he has taken time to watch over me, ensuring I got into my flat’s lift safely before moving off.

How many times that we took kindness as malice and lies as the truth?
Countless of times

During the Uberduperians’ Bangkok trip early this year, Ben and I took a Tuk tuk to venture into Patpong, leaving the girls at the entertaining world of the Thai transvestites. The driver was a chatty Thai whom launched into the identity as our local guide almost instantly, telling us where to visit and eat in Bangkok.
Should have suspected something amiss when he said that Patpong was ‘bery’ near to the Central but his friendliness overlaid the suspiciousness that arose.
To our horror, he led us into a dark alley, parked in front of sinister-looking pub- one of the few shops that was opened.
“Here. This is Patpong 1. One of the best pub in Bangkok!”
Ben and I squirmed in our seats uneasily, scrutinizing the dark surroundings. Where the hell were we? Wasn’t Patpong a lively nightlife district?
“Oh. Still early. Bars and Pubs not so early open.” The liar explained in a straight face. Early? It was already 9 plus!

We started to walk down the alley, telling him that we will like to explore the district first before settling into a pub. He panicked and started to trail after us, taunting us to visit the pub. We declined and continued walking.

The guts he had. Offered to drive us to Patpong 2 (according to him, was ‘bery’ far from here) at a discounted rate. I was disgusted as I recalled vividly that Wenting advised that Patpong 1 to 3 were closely linked.In the end, he gave up, leaving us in an unknown deserted place with a cheery goodbye wave and an unhappy piece of memory etched in our holiday.

I find it sad that we could never completely trust a fellow human being- be it a stranger or a friend. Their motivations to lie and deceive can be complicated and wicked yet valid, necessary and substantial to themselves.

It is tiring to be always on guard against someone or speculating the level of truthfulness in that person before making a decision - only to find that, after much careful consideration before lunging into a mindset of trust, your fiancé ran away with your best friend, your business partner absconded with your money and the Meepok uncle sold you stale fish balls that caused 1 week hospitalization of food poisoning.

It is sure a far-fetched wish of mine to be living in a world of only truths prevails because in reality, we couldn’t have survived without lies now. People lie to spare hurting someone’s feelings. Lie to get one out of tricky situations. Lie blatantly to attain personal goals or sales results- “Oh Miss, you look fabulous in that dress!” where she looks like a hippo in a tiny swimming trunk.

Lies- is it really a sinful act at all- where the blunt truth can bring more devastating damages than a beautiful lie (Oh Ash, you look fat with that new haircut…)? Where a conman can feed his starving family with his deceit?

Could we ever draw a line on this? I doubt so.




Having said so....
Guys, do I really look that bad in this new hair cut???

Counting down

Dear Blog,

Can't express precisely how impatient I am, waiting for Wednesday to be here and be gone swiftly.....

When the day ends.... I am a free birdie, once again
When Thursday comes, I have all the time in the world to confide initmately in you- the Saga that happened to me all this while

When it finally come to an end...

Funny

Heard from 5 friends that they were discontented with their jobs- are seriously contemplating to quit.
3 of them, for sure, will be joining me at the Club of the Unwaged, soon before the end of this year.
How sad. Most of us practically have the identical reasons behind that unavoidable decision.
Lack of drive to work for someone who fails to recognize the value in you.
The Lack of Appreciation.

My friend confided in me last night. About how he was affected by his girlfriend’s parents’ biased opinions of him- To them, he is not good enough for their daughter. He can’t possibly provide for her comfort in the future.

He was deeply disturbed by the cruel criticisms - to the extent of slipping into depression. Think he had lost nights of sleep over the fact that someone has pined him down because of his scholar qualifications. Despite the tedious efforts he had put in all these years… To become who he is now.

I can understand how he feels. Totally.

I told him that why should he be bothered with a man’s opinion, that is solely based on his own reserved. narrow PERCEPTIONS?

I have always believed in him, recognize the goodness in him- so... why is he harping on the criticisms that comes from a man… where there’s tons of people who trusted and admired him?

Then I paused.

Am I taking my own advice as well???

Apparently, I am so not. Darn… I resent the fact that I have been slogging for the company yet my hard work is not being recognized. Ridiculously lame excuses like - I looked too YOUNG to be trusted… drove me mad. The excuses are so hurtful that I thought I would never, ever recovered from this self-esteem breaker…

Well.. till I heard myself telling to my friend:
“Why should you be bothered with 1 negative perception where you have 100 positive ones of you?”

So.. Why the heck should i care about what she thinks about me?

Have drafted my resignation letter…all ready for action tomorrow.

Am looking forward December to come. Can’t wait for the KL trip with Jasmine and Ally. Can’t wait for the family Christmas celebration. Can’t wait to work on my…..

Ssshhhh……… Secret mission in process… : )

Defeated with a reason

I can take it no more. I have given up the fight. Admitted defeat and bowing to it now.

I am quitting- right after my 3 months probation. Going through mixed feelings and thoughts now…

I am feeling guilty for giving up- it is so not my style. There might be one day I will look back in regrets, thinking what I should have do to rectify things and chide myself for being such a useless fool, an ultimate loser.

But on the other hand, when I looked at the pictures of the current me- I no longer look happy, despite beaming wide smiles. I am always on brink of tears. I dragged myself to work. And I find no pleasure in anything (maybe only food.. I have taken to order loads of food lately and not finishing them). I frown and fret whenever. I am no longer the crazy bouncing Ashley. I am disappearing…. fading into self- doubts and misery.

Always.
At certain stages of our life. We are forced to make tough decisions.
Ones that will affect the outcome of our own destiny.
Hesitate - no more. Cease procrastination.
After all, life’s too short.

Over the weekend at Hang Out hotel, I found my courage and the reason to give up. I was not at all energized with the break from the bugging problems on my mind and the hectic city life. In fact, I have been going back to office over the weekend too- with the delightful company from Jasmine (she is my only consolation left in the company. And Ally, I finally understand why you wanted to leave. ).

It was the tourists at the hotel. The sight of them, casually lounging in the hotel premises, struck a chord in my disturbed heart.

A pang of longing.
Memories of times in Prague. Standing on the Charles Bridge. Taking in that crisp, fresh air. Admiring the picturesque, touching scenery of the river. The loving old couple that took a slow stroll down the alley of the Old Town, hand in hand.
Not forgetting the loud, bustling chattering of the Chinese. The hard bargaining with the shrewd merchants at Shanghai marketplace.
I miss traveling… Miss hearing my delegates chattering about how much they have enjoyed the trip.

In fact, when an ex colleague recently asked me to lead a conference group to Kuching, I’m oh so tempted to. Damned enthusiastic about it. But I can’t afford to take leave for it. Thus I have to pass the offer with a heavy heart.

The hotel staff at Hang Out was great. They reminded me of the days in my earlier hotelier life- how I am so psyched and geared up to work everyday.
A reminder and realization of what I will be like when I am enjoying my work… Not like now- where distrust and prejudice took place- demoralizing every moment spent in the course of my job…. (Note: I still love events management….)

Anyway, this is the reason- sufficient for me to give up and start all over again.

I am not born to be a failure. I want to stand up again.

Wish me luck

Hang out

Have booked myself a hotel room with the 'Singapore best well-kept secret' Hotel for 2 nights....

Hang out Hotel......

Either I will chill out or hang myself there..

Thoughts

The dark sky never failed to pacify me when I am troubled. I remembered that I used to take time after work- to stand in the middle of the pavement and looked up to the sky. Without much effort and almost instantly, I will find myself reaching out to the sky, feeling the moist clouds brushing by my cheeks and getting closer to the stars. The sky holds a mystery and I am all set to discover it. Somehow, this brief instant of losing myself to the wild imagination had a great soothing effect over me.

12am . Sentosa . Tanjung Beach .

Again. It was beckoning me - to reach out and fly towards.
I raised my hands high up. Told him that I am flying ~ heading up to the sky.. To the haven where I run to when I am down the rut of problems. He laughed at my silliness.
Moments later, he outstretched his lanky arms and tried to imagine the flight to the sky. He told me that he almost got that fleeting feeling like me.
We were like a pair of old couple, lying on the deserted beach, looking up to the dark, cloudy sky and shared moments of comfortable silence. Minutes of waiting passed. Waiting for the sky to clear the clouds and unveiled the beautiful stars to us.
It did.
I felt good, with him and the sky for company.
Peacefulness

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Zouk was like a madhouse that night.
You were worried about me so you held on to me tight. As usual, you tried your best to protect me. I really appreciate it- but you were drunk. You became over-protective; I was anxious that a scuffle would break out soon. I didn’t want that. I hate that. Can’t help but was pissed with you that night. But it’s over now…
Thanks for your heartening message. Yes, I will still hold my head high despite of my problems.
Comforting to know that you will be looking out for me.
Thank you

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And you…
I will keep the promise I gave you
I will give up trying to figure you out. You have warned me before but I have been an obstinate little girl who persisted. And things just worsened.
Reminiscing about the past. It had been sweet. Guess both of us haven’t expect things to turn out like this.
Take care

Falling

Going crazy. Abnormal. Stupidly depressing

Plagued with a sinking, heavy feeling that I have no idea how to keep afloat in the turbulent water. No matter what I did to chase the gloom away, it was pointless. I felt trapped. Helpless. Nothing can cheer me up. Nothing at all.
Maybe I should give it up.. Everything I have now - but what exactly do I have now?
I have no idea that work can drive me so dejected like this. No idea how humongous my pride in work is… till now. Suffocated… demoralized and awfully vulnerable.

Used to think that I have high resilience power to overcome any obstacles that stood in my way. But not now, apparently

I have stopped dead in the midst of a tough journey with tears in my eyes. Have cowered into a corner, shielding myself with silence.
But that dreaded feeling wouldn’t disappear, despite my pleas…

Brace up. Before you are swallowed by darkness of melancholy….

I know that I can’t escape. Will hate myself for doing that. I can only but move on. I will persist till I collapse. At least I have tried my best- didn’t I?

Thanks for believing in me. You always tell me that I am strong and independent- that’s why you are so in love with me. Now that you seen the other side of me yet you didn’t stay away. You believe that I will be up and bouncing again.

I will

So tired

3 events in a week….
Not just physically exhausted but mentally as well…. Strange to say it, but none of the events was mine- I was merely the helper but my stamina running low like a broken kite.
Jeanette’s 1st event with Amex on Tuesday was a success. Congrats, girl!
But I have to admit that this event has taken a big piece out of my vitality for the week… She was coordinating the Fashion show and I have to help with the rest of the stuff like F&B and hostesses (that were engaged to usher the guests). Jasmine was to cue the Lion Dance’s performance, looking damned cute with the 2 lions waiting by her side.
It’s all about team’s work, isn’t?
I can’t say the same for Gabriel’s other two events that followed. Somehow his threshold for stress is low. Started to command people to do his bidding when he was high with anxiety. I was rather intolerant of such attitude- even though we are good friends. Found myself often in foul mood when helping with his events…. Somehow he seems to be accustomed to throw tasks on me… Maybe like what Jeanette remarked- I am his security blanket.
Event management is where my forte lies in. I can help you to handle the event flow and settle hicks, if any. But it was really unacceptable when I am worrying about YOUR event and you are doing your socialization, happily mingling with the guests.
There’s one incident that I asked for a confirmation from Gabriel to release Beatrice Chia from her Emcee duty – for bloody 20 min I have waited but to no avail. When I went looking for him, he just told me- like a matter of fact-:
“Oh. She can leave only after 10pm.”
I felt so sorry letting Beatrice stood at a corner, waiting for my reply. Felt angrier when that moron already knew about it and couldn’t be bothered enough to come back to me. I glared at him for a long time when he asked me to notify Beatrice about it – till he got the blunt hint and scurried off, looking for her.
What the F**K?
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I am now officially helping Uncle Don with his Event Management side. No idea if it is considered as a promotion (but definitely a pay raise + more commission on the way.. : p ) Excited at the prospect of acquiring more technical knowledge of set-up… Alright!
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I am extremely thankful to have him in my life.
I can’t find a more listening ear than his… listening to my grumbling, bantering and rambling about almost everything, especially about my work. I told him about Marcus too, which was so inconsiderate of me…. Damned selfish bitch…
But at this stage of life, I found myself alone, despite in midst of friends and offered companionships. He is the one, beside Ethan, that I can pour my heart out and does not mind the unsightly yet the bluntest truths about me.
There’s no one that can really understand me like he does. He is selfless…always here for me. We seek comfort and encouragement in each other for the past year. I knew at times he wished for my non-existence- so that the past can be erased painlessly...
I’m sorry, baby. I am here to stay as a pest – can’t bear to stay away... cos I can’t resist hearing your soothing voice when I am down. Can’t lose someone who accepts me for all I am…

Push me, Shove me but don’t touch me

*Hung my head in shame*
You might imagine how it might turn out to be – 6,000 Robinsons female shoppers are invited for a night of shopping with great offers/bargains and freebies to be collected.

Newspaper Headlines:-
World War III strikes Singapore… Right smacked in Orchard Road

Where the ladies were beyond control; where hurling complaints rained down like grenades and bombs, where queues for freebies were as extensive and desperate as food rationing outlets....

I have anticipated a chaotic scene but was not prepared for the worst to come..

Let’s begin with the ‘Grand Arrival’, which was scheduled to be 6.30pm.
At 5.45pm, queue of ladies with pink invites stretched from Centrepoint, Robinsons main entrance to Marks & Spencer…
My 4 male models, looking dashing in their black suits, all ready to greet the ladies with roses and goodie bags on hand…. They were doing a good job of handling the task of giving 1 goodie bag per invite…. despite some hard bargaining from aunties -negotiating for another one…
I was standing right in the middle of the entrance, in desperate bid to slow the rushing gush of crowd into the store… but to no avail. I was shoved and pushed around…
The models were laughing and conversing in their foreign language…. Realized that they were amused by the antic of this auntie….
She went to one model and got her goodie bag… then like a salmon, swimming vigorously in opposite direction of the flow… got out of store and tried to get another goodie bag from another model with the same invite… *sigh.. this is so embarrassing… Typical Singaporeans…?*
Let’s leave this horrible segment with you knowing that the ladies will do anything to get an extra goodie bag- be it lying with a straight face or arguing over a fucking doorgift...

"Oooo…. I just love to queue!"
Can’t believe my eyes… a super long queue forming right in front of the F&B backarea.. where my caterer dispensing drinks for the waiters to serve with butler’s service…. My client gave me the Eye – “Stop them from queuing!!”
Don and I went over, started to requested the ladies not to queue..

“Hi ladies, you need not to queue for drinks… there are waiters around the store to serve you drinks and food on trays… why queue? Spend more time to walk and shop!”

Frankly speaking, most of them didn’t know what they are queuing for… Saw line forming from a counter – thus, in hope of getting more freebies, they joined in. When knew it’s only for drinks, some of them dropped out of the line happily. BUT… 80% smiled back at me… replied “Orh…” and remained fixated with their place in the queue… *Arrgghh… pulling hair*

At Level 2 – where the queues for freebies, went around the entire store… Clients weren’t too pleased cos everyone was concentrating on queuing – not shopping! When the fashion show was about to start, our Emcee (sweet Denise Keller) made announcement that the gift redemption counters will be closed for now.. but the queue remained, unmoved - blocking the walkways for the models.
Desperate last resort – Don started to move the counter away to the storeroom… and the queue followed tightly behind him, across the store! Such a comical sight indeed…!

Hahahaha.. So much so much funny and shocking happenings that night. Just a typical day of an Event….
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He was there at Robinsons as well. This time, we finally have a chance to talk for more than few seconds… I asked why was he looking so grumpy the whole day.. And…
He smiled warmly, touched me and said that - do not be deceived by his stern look. He was fine… *But I am not…*

The Touch
It’s more like a pat on my shoulder blade that lingered on for 3 sec..
I was taken aback…. Alarm bells ringing frantically in my mind…
Oh my god… He is Gay

Ethan agreed too… - only gays will be comfortable about casual physical touch with girls… I barely know him – if he could touch someone he just got to know without hesitation during conversations…. Isn’t it obvious? Maybe I am reading too much into such minor detail… The girls in office held the Touch up with an optimistic reason - he likes me...

Of course, I hoped for the latter possibility - but something warned me not….
*sighs... Guys, any views on this?*

Bad Day

I tasted blood in my mouth…
My heart has a frenzy life of its own.. skipping away like no one’s business. My throat hurts like hell.. I seriously suspect that I am about to pass out... Maybe die in the Paragon office’s ladies and no one will discovere my body till the next day…
So…. I did not fulfill the promise I lay for myself – see a doctor when unwell - I dragged it till I’m having Strepsils as meals daily and can no longer sit in a meeting without coughing away like TB carrier… (ok ok.. I have just seen a doctor that costs me 60 bucks… Sigh….)
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Have received a nasty message from someone in Friendster.com.
It was, to me, a freaking sexual harassment. Told Iz about it over MSN and wanted him to put his sharp literary wits to fight back - but he asked me to forget about it.
I was sick and tired after a hectic day… and felt violated by that offensive message. I was livid… Outraged when Iz seems to just wave it off… just like that…. I lashed out at him…

Ash - Me and my Shadow says:
Stop acting like a typical man
Ash - Me and my Shadow says:
cos typical man will jus ask the girl to bear with it

He kept silent… long enough for me to feel guilty and calmer. I knew he was right… What is the point of retorting back? I have just unwittingly fell in to the pervert’s sick game..

Sorry, Iz… Pardon my stubbornness and high-strung mood….

Oh.. And for blowing my top on you over a pathetic and hideous looking sicko with such a tiny penis that will threaten to break into microscopic fragments, whenever he tried to get it up…. (with tonnes of Viagra, of course…)

Boy… No wonder, he’s so twisted… Poor thing..

Loving every moment...

Me and my mouth…. Just get to know from Ethan’s blog that he couldn’t get access to MSN anymore… some kinda technical problems… BooHoooo… Take care, pal..

Realized why I have been sick this past month with Mercury… I have developed a expensive habit - I need to be out of Singapore every now and then!
Frankly speaking, I don’t recall falling sick during any of my overseas assignments, despite harsh, cold weather, long, tedious working hours or days without proper meals…
Will plan a few trips after the busy months of Oct and Nov. Get different kakis for the trips.. Lynn and Isaac to BKK/Taiwan etc… Ethan and Gerald to Bintan for skiing, The Fabulous Penguins (aka blue gingerians) to a nice Resort.. if they have the time… And Mercury’s 1st staff vacation… ~Oh Right!~
To kick-start things..I am going Johor for wild shopping and glorious seafood with Hweelim and Ong today… Weeeeeeee

Have a fabulous time at Que Pasa with Mercury last night…. It’s Ally Farewell Dinner. I laughed so hard till tears fell and throat went hoarse… With my new Polaroid camera, we took some nice shots.....

A Brief Robinsons Romance

Been sick again.. (Ya.. AGAIN!!) But with so much gentle, loving care from my family and friends, they made it almost bearable. I am back on my sturdy feet within 2 days.... : )

Boy.. was I glad that I managed to get well, regaining colour on my then pale face in time..
Am having an early morning meeting with the Robinsons at their Centrepoint store (we are organizing a Ladies Night for them). Saw Daniel Boey with a bunch of stylists at the Store too. They were here to select the clothes for the event’s fashion show. I gave a quick, casual-looking scan at the group..
Then I spotted him… the guy whom I’ve been ranting about in my blog.

Goodness.. You have no idea how healthy I felt, right at that moment… *giggles hysterically*

He smiled and said hi with a look lingered on, oddly long. As he went about his work and I continued my walkabout-meeting, it’s quite an intriguing feeling to discover that every time we were near, our eyes would meet and smiles lit up.
I would like to tell myself that I have his interest, judging from the way he looks at me and how prompt he responds to my ‘signals of distress’….. But...
Who really really can be sure about such - when you are so into that person and everything he did - seems to be to your advantage? I guess the term - ‘blinded by love’ comes in as a good explanation.
Well, we never have the most convenient time to even have a quick 5 sec chat, despite chances of meeting. The event at Robinsons next week doesn’t look promising as well.. as I’ll be the project coordinator running around madly and he will be doing the speedy changing for 10 models with 4 sets of clothes… : (
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Missing Ethan loads.
He’s in Eastern faraway land for the past 2 weeks and will only be back at the end of this long October…. Actually it’s really not that bad… We have the much-trusted-and-definitely-can’t-do-without communication tool –MSN, which allows us to update each other with happenings and seek a listening ear anytime….
Frankly speaking, he have been telling me.. his little escapades… those tempting romance proposals… didn’t astound me at all. He was equally nonchalant about my tales in Singapore too…. We, at times, seemly too alike in loads of ways… just that he’s always the rational twin between us.
Mr Ethan Lee! Stop calling me Samantha, idiot... I’m not a player like her nor do I have a soaring libido! You ah!! Remember what I warned you about sex… heh heh.. Please take care of yourself. Come back safe and speedy!

Blue Ginger Night out

By the time we found a club that allowed all of us (age ranging 19 to 30+) in… its already 1am… And at this hour, The Ladies toilet was the hottest place in Double O with longer queue than a betting outlet on Saturday….
Reason being –“Passing Out parade” out in the cubicles, human purging in progress… quite chaotic situation inside… just in short of hair pulling brawls.

Drowning 4 shooters at a go tarnished my much self-proclaimed “I can never get drunk” declaration. That’s our 1st round of drinks.. and I’m already fucking high…but still sober enough to be aware of what happening. But I must admit I need a little walking aid from Dan and Howie..

Beside the quantity of alcohol in your body, your emotions also determine the height of ecstasy you wish to sought.. When you are sorrowful, even a dash of vodka can send you crumbing at your feet and sobbing like a baby.
Last night, I was a deliriously happy drunk with that burning alcohol in my body and a reason that can’t be possibly written down on this blog. Only Ethan knew why.

Sometimes, I wondered when if I sent out ‘Oh ye… come and dance with me” vibes to people, subconsciously. My clubbing nights always ended with recollections of dancing with strangers intimately, almost too sensual at times. (And yes… people still teasing me about my pole dancing stint in Hong Kong).
Disco dancing’s most heightened state is when you are way past your inhibitions.. You let yourself flow with the music…. You pay no heed to the sniggers or astonishment from fellow dancers.. *haha* Dancing can be such a release from the seriousness of life we are leading.. I don’t really like dancing. I rather sit and watch but once I get into the mood and when people started coming up to me.. I’m practically sashaying my body like…*gulps* a slut… *shakes sober head in disapproval*

But really, it’s all for fun.

Last night, the dance floor was crowded, hot and stuffy.. so suffocating that I was grasping for more air… (are they saving on the electricity?) Then memories of Kym once fainted due to insufficient air on the dance floor, surfaced… I got scared and walked out to have a breather. Must be looking terrible or pale.. cos Howie who was accompanying me; kept asking am I alright. How ironical ~ I ended up taking care of Howie when he ‘tried’ to send Reena and me back home. : p

It's really an enjoyable night. Am looking forward to the next gathering with the Blue Gingerians..(namely Alan, Dan, Howie, Reena and Kenneth)
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There must be an angel with a smile on her face,
When she thought that I should be with you.
But it's time to face the truth,
I will never be with you.

Are you friend of Moët?

Stranded alone at Thumper. Goodwood Park Hotel.....
Anxiety. Guests were filing in at my reception desk and none of Mercury staff was here to help out….
Grateful. Yus, Thumper bouncer and Bob, Event photographer were doing their best to help me in controlling the situation.

When guests arrived…
“Hello!! Good evening.. Welcome to La Promenade! Can I have your name?”
Search for names among the bloody small-print list in near-darkness…

“Let me put this around your wrist… It’s for entry purpose.”
Put wristband over….

“Can we take a picture of you infront of the photowall?”
Bob took picture of guests

“Oh, let me take a Polaroid shot for you to keep as a memento…!”
Took out Polaroid camera and shot…

“Thank you… please proceed inside… Go beyond that black curtain.. !”
Points to direction…

We are supposed to have a receptionist …Polaroid-taking model and usher.. Now I am basically trying to cover all duties all at 1 go.. while the other guests stand in queue, waiting and watching me perform the amazing antic….again and again....

So much so that when Tanya Chua arrived…and headed straight into Thumper dancefloor without me knowing it. Bob nudged me. I ran after her; brought her into Party area, stick the wristband over which she complained (jokingly) that it did not match her outfit... -_-"

It was a glamorous event that brought the media, celebrities and Moet’s high-valued guests from place to place for dine, wine and party (total of 4 F & B outlets)… A tricky task for logistics planning but it could fare better with organized planning. The entire office was running around Singapore to search for props and last minute solutions to pending crisis... It was madness.. Total chaos..
I knew that my colleague (the main coordinator) was feeling miserable about it. But in a good way, it was a lesson to learn from ... both him and the rest of us..
Nevertheless, despite the hicks, the guests enjoyed themselves immensely.. Do look out for news coverage over CNA or publishing media... Moët and Chandon ~ La Promenade

And you know what else I have gained from that night? An exclusive experience of being a Club bouncer, upfront… hahaha… which subsequently the next day, the girls commented that I was suitably qualified to be a Door Bitch…
Haha.. I am pretty sure I’m not up to it - at all... You need the looks.. that bitchy attitude to be one….. To turn away people that you feel that they are not fitting to be in the club… Erm .. can never pull it off. Not my cup of tea….

On a last note: Really appreciate the help from the supportive and wacky Thumper staff…. Have a great time at an event… Again.. : )

You Fool!

For some reasons, people have been confiding in me lately, as if I’m some kinda love guru.. Well, I’m not (maybe just a veteran….heh heh… ) Should my one-cent worth advice make things worse than it is now…
HELLOO Friend! Follow them at your own risk. Don’t come finger-pointing hoh… I’ll bite them off!

The astounding truth of all times - most of the people who called in Ashley Agony Hotline were my GUY friends… Erm… Beside the obvious surge of Gays, are we having more SNAG now?? Oh my god…. Ladies, do you know what that imply?

Soon, there’ll be no more Prince Charming…. We’ll be looking at Prince Fragile for the rest of our life… The ‘Mr please don’t break my heart’ *Frantic screams…*

Come on guys. Get real. When the girl is not interested…. It’s so damned obvious. If we think that you are the ONE… do you think that we will let you slip through our fingers? NEVER….!

I think you guys watched too much TVs… Those Korean or Hong Kong dramas… they are not meant for close reference.. Really…
Yello!! Come back to Earth, please...
The girl of your dreams ain’t gonna fall deeply in love when a) she realized that you have waited for her all these years, b) Suddenly discovered that you two actually do meant for each other.. c) Fell deathly sick and was touched that you still stay by her side..

Ask yourself – If she decides to be with you on account of pity or guilt, do you really want that?

Not meaning that she is so damned heartless or whatsoever - but woman has natural instincts and guideline when it comes to matters of heart… You may be a great catch but mutual chemistry to a woman plays a big factor as well (and many many factors….).

Stop moaning over her.. Stop putting your life on hold. Stop being such a love fool.

Move on and start your life anew. You are missing out all the fun and adventures that Life has planned for you. Should she, one fine day, really starts to feel for you… congrats… You have won the fair maiden’s heart like a knight, like a hero…Fair and Square.
Should you find someone along the way that truly appreciate and care for you… treasure that precious finding….

She’s yours, forever and truly.

“I need to check your ID”

This is outrageous. Absolutely insulting. I am already damned 25 and have to be checked by the bouncer - where Double O’s minimum age entry is 18years old???
What’s more infuriating was that I was singled out from my group of friends.

Am so used to people commenting that I look hell young. Jeanette the new colleague took on the Mercury’s traditional age guessing game on her 1st day. Like all others, the bet was on me as the youngest and Jasmine the oldest. The truth was that Jasmine was only 22 and I’m already on the run of 5 yrs to stage of the big 3. The game always results in great exasperation from the two of us.

I’m NOT flaunting my ‘youthful’ look. Am fully aware of how women will kill for a face that does not betray their age. But having a baby face (aka Gin Na look) did not really do me much good now. Sigh. The injustices I suffered cos of it, I guess only Guifang and Shufen can really understand what I mean (strangers have mistaken Shufen as an unwed teenage mom).

Speaking of which, have a marvelous time with the girls last night. Have not seen them for more than a year but I feel right at ease with them despite being absent from their gatherings for years.

Updates:
Shufen (married, 5 months pregnant, working in SPH),
Guifang (just broke off with boyfriend, working in Accounting Firm)
Guoting (getting married next year, working in bank)
Qishuang (long-term relationship, working in bank)
Huimin (long-term relationship, working in Starhub)

Met their boyfriends the same night too, which I discovered a trend. Whoever ultimately will be forever with us, will be in great contrast from those guys we been dating. You may be dating ‘bad boys’ or hunks all the while… but the one holding your dainty hand down the wedding aisle is an average Joe. But it is only him that can provide us with the care and commitment, the one who make you loved.

Having said that, I didn’t mean that ‘bad boys’ or handsome guys cannot be the one for us but my statement actually sum up a good life theory ~
Life will not measure up to whatever your expectations are. Learn to flow with it and derive greater contentment.

When young, we have been searching for our Prince Charming with all the desired qualities. We want the perfect job we been daydream of. We want the perfect family. We want perfect friends. But as we get older, we realized that life isn’t that straightforward and compromising.

I admitted it. I have the tendency to go for the ‘bad boy’ types. I have wanted to be teacher (so can get gifts on Teacher’s day mah…haha…*just kidding lah*). Wanted to grow old with my dear friends like Wenliang, Janice and gang. But things just didn’t work that way.
My relationships didn’t last. Have taught in Kindergarten for a year and found that teaching was too stagnant and boring for my liking. Distance caved in between that group of friends and me as the years passed by.
But I’m living and coping with these. Life is teaching me lessons slowly and throwing hints on which of my dreams are achievable. So, here am I, with a change of taste in men and a fascinating job.

P.S: Vinz, no need to see picture of that guy I’m gaga about lah. I shy to take picture leh.. Let me paint a picture of him.
A clean-cut chap with a charming smile and positive attitude in work. Not a stunner nor a looker but the way he conducts himself - confident and charismatic, definitely a subtle yet lethal weapon of attraction....

A night at Raffles Hotel

I saw him again at the show last night.
He walked over to me, asking if I’ve seen Daniel or the 2 ushering models. He remembered my name… Can’t wipe that silly grin off my face with him around. (Can’t stop gushing to Ethan about him neither… Ethan merely just answered – “Siao Cha Whore” and said I need a social escort now… to release myself)

Hmph! *angry* Shall continue my gushing on my blog!

Hmm.. where were we? Oh.. I love the way he assured me that the cue I gave him was right (Daniel wanted me to give them a cue when to come out.. ambiguous instructions… the models ended up standing outside the door, waiting for 30min… : p )
Like the way he fussed over models’ outfits when they getting ready for grand entrance (Did I mention he’s a stylist?).

Sigh….. *with contentment*

Such a motivational factor in days of Mercury… You’ll get to see eligible bachelors in those exclusive events Mercury organised, not forgetting those high-profiled and colourful personalities in the society. Jasmine, my cute colleague and I have already locked on our target of ogling… but at times subject to changes… heeee….

Nevertheless my little obsession of him triggered the curiosity of my colleagues… they were all crowding into the models’ changing room to catch a glimpse of him… With the assurance from a gay colleague ~ he DOES NOT emits any gay vibes!

Have fun at the function last night…. Jen the photographer took surprised shots of Mercury staff - laughing our heads off…. Poor Jas - who was camera-shy, have to keep her head down at all times from Jen’s intruding, fast snaps… haha… It have become Mercury’s favourite game to see who can get a good shot of her….! Have 6 glasses of the bubbly - got me high enough to be crazy…
Ash and Wen En
Jeanette, Ally and Ash

However at the end of the night, the fact that Ally is leaving the company and this will be her last event left last night parting a bleak and gloomy one…. I'll miss her badly when she's not with us anymore.....

Fear & Fun

Would like to thank you guys for showing concern for me when I was sick. : ) I’m all well, alive and kicking now..
A friend called me right after he read my blog, reacting like I have contacted a terminal disease. Only after much assurance, he was then convinced that I am not going to die any moment soon. Perhaps the post “delirious rambling” was a tad too dramatic…. Talking about wanting to die.. Well, can’t blame a sick cat that thinks nothing but the pains right?

Just like last night at Balaclava. I was almost a nervous wreck running the show last night. My 1st project with Mercury…. And my own expectation of performance was killing me. Everything seem to go wrong, pessimistic thoughts kept wafting in….

Before the show start, I went to washroom to touch up and have a moment of self-reflection. The truth dawned upon me ~ I was actually afraid.
Fear of failure. Fear of losing trust. Fear of realization that how incompetent I am.
Fear may make you fret and panic but it is also a force to advocate actions or procrastinate.
Somehow, realizing what’s actually making my hands tremble, made me calmer. I looked hard at myself in the mirror and smiled to soften the frowns on my face.

Let’s get the party started!

In the end, Celebs like Pierre Png, Andrea De Cruz, Annabell Francis, Melody Chen, Timmy Nga and many more graced the show. The props turned out marvelous. Problem of gate crashers solved.. Everyone have fun so do I… haha…Especially with that little special attention from a waiter there (kept me well-fed with food and drinks)… and I met someone who made me go gaga over… He resembles someone special… same mannerism… same charisma… keeping my fingers crossed that he isn’t gay… (I seriously think gays are over-populating… They are everywhere, disguised or not!)
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Tuesday- was helping out at the SIA PPS Gala dinner. It was a real eye-opener for me!
Beautiful set-up of the ballroom (Backdrop in form of a plane with real door and lit lights from the cabin window; catwalk in form of plane runway)
Kit Chan performed for that night and it’s marvelous
1st time watching a fashion show on catwalk ~ uber cool! I have make a mental note to go backstage next time to witness the chaotic situation of changing models’ clothes.
Was in models’ changing room after the dinner - where racks of designers’ clothes and heaps of accessories for the fashion show were left in. Haha.. I got so busy and happy trying and posing with the gorgeous bags and accessories!!

A Women’s Paradise!

Fix me

So it’s Sunday...
Since yesterday, you’ll see me slogging over the computer, trying to finish a PowerPoint presentation for tomorrow with a nagging headache. (Quite used to that pain now.. it’s there- the first to greet me every morning)
Never thought that having PowerPoint and Photoshop skills are essential in my job. Think Wenting will be very proficient with them (she’s in charge of all our school projects’ PowerPoint and she did a few WCP projects with Photoshop) And now, I’m spending ages experimenting with the damned applications.

So work isn’t that smooth…
Beside the fact that perfect colleague/s is/are leaving, being bemused about your job scope and trying hard to take in as much new things as possible- aren't as easy as I thought.
For a start, I am a Brands-idiot (Be it Car, Fashion or Watch), a moron with business news and have zero knowledge/ creativity when come to fashion show productions (after all, I’m more of an Amazing Race ‘planner’)…
Trying to learn everything by myself- are not easy. It doesn’t help when the company is on a hectic pace with those back-to-back events/shows for the past month. Everyone is moving fast and I am the only one in slow motion… Interrupting their hectic pace to clear my questions seem to be selfish and irritating~ although my colleagues are always more than happy to help.

And with the flu bug plaguing me for the past days, it’s been a real struggle to get by each day. I started to yearn badly for someone by my side… to fight the blues with me.. Gosh… Can get real emotional and teary easily these days….
But I’m fighting to hold my emotions down… Cos this moment of vulnerability is luring me to make hasty decisions…
I’ll be holding the fort bravely… I know that I’ll get by the tough and uncertain ‘apprentice’ days… Soon I’ll be master of the trade.
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By the way, I finally drove an Auto car after 2 years of obtaining my Driving license (Dad owns a Manual car) last Thursday.
I can drive… really….
Just that I don’t know how to unlock the steering wheel, can’t move the gear box and can’t find the button to move my side mirrors back to visibility…. almost…. (I managed to get the car roaring to life with trials and errors)
Bloody hell….. It took me 6 min just to move out of the parking lot and Ally, my passenger aka colleague was amused by my antics, yet feared for her life…
Nevertheless this brave woman still managed to sit in my car calmly (with a watchful eye).And this is the same woman who can, in case of emergency/ rushing for time, run barefooted about public areas eg: a shopping mall…. What a gal!

Delirious Rambling

Maybe I am better off dead now...This has been a constant thought on my mind for the past few days..
Hold it. Before you came barging into my house with that holy rescue mission, please bring a couple of my favourite egg tarts and a few entertaining DVDs for me.

I am sick~for the past 1 week and I hate being sick with all my guts.

It had covered me with self-pity and pain. I cried like a baby last night as all I can feel were terrible headaches and throbbing soreness all over my body. I have little strength to pull myself out of bed and turning my body to a side, required painstaking effort and a hot stream of tears.

Well, I have only myself to blame~ I have been refusing to see a doctor, thinking that I will heal 'naturally' soon. Now Doc reprimanded me that I should consult him sooner; for now, I will take about 1 month to fully recover. Damned...

I don't know if you feel the same way I do about illness. . Guiltiness always set in heavily when I am down with a bug. I am supposed to meet up with a few friends that I haven't seen for a long time over the weekend but was too weak to go out.. There's an event to execute today~ yet I am resting at home with a MC. I felt bad for it all- why can't I took good care of myself to prevent all these?

Last night, Mom had to give me a 'Gua San' (a traditional, painful chinese treatment , using a saucer to scrub the patient's back till it turned ruby red...said to release body heatiness), Az spent half an hour hearing that tearful ranting about my condition over the phone and poor Vodka had been dragged to my bedside for company the whole night....

Now I can comprehend why most of critically-ill patients can feel suicidal..The mental torture of guilt, being vulnerable and useless can be more overpowering than the physical pain itself. It can drive you to such negativity that you wish for non-existence.

Wise words from the Flu bug..
You may think of yourself as the most unfortunate or miserable person in the world. But you still have time; you are still in the game of life... Cos you are still in the pink of health to change your destiny to the way you want it to be.

Indulge yourself in vices like smoking or taking drugs for the sake of short momentums of pleasures... But is it worth spending wretched life in the hospital bed and watch your loved ones agonized over you?

Buffet Battle

Challenger F1: Ashley Ko
Prep work: Very light lunch and walked around 1/2 of Spore
Challenger M1: Ethan Lee
Prep work: Skip Lunch and went to gym

Challenger M2: Gerald Lee
Prep work: Skip last night's dinner, actual day's breakfast and lunch......

The Battle at the line begins....

A: Eat with grace, boyz... We in 5 star hotel leh
G: Grace your head! WE ARE SITTING RIGHT INFRONT OF THE CHOCOLATE FOUNTAIN!!! MUAhahaahaa!!! EAT! CHOC, Here I comeeee!!!
E: Grace? Oh.. I better say my prayers for those poor animals that lost their lives for us tonight....


The food was not good at all.. really lah....
The Line'05 Buffet EndureR Award goes to ...
Who can afford to have another go of strawberries in chocolate after numerous rounds to the buffet line.

Nevertheless... we are all winners of perfectly round tummies and happy times... Cheerios!

Irksome and Lovely

Flip.. Flip..
Stare! Stare!
Flip.. Flip.. Move closer..
Stare!

I wish I can dug out his eyes. Apparently my glaring didnt send the message- Fuck off- across well. Pervert. Moved to the Women's magazine section. After a few minutes, he proceeded to stand beside me, flipping Cleo mindlessly

Flip.. Flip..
Stare! Stare!
Whoever said that you can meet Mr Right in Bookstores, is so full of crap..
This sicko uncle had been eyeing me ever since I was doing my research in Kinokuniya's Magazine section. He proceeded to trail after me when I left the store. Panic.. I practically ran into Hugo Boss Boutique to seek for help from Gerald. He walked briskly out of the Boutique and give the perimeter a quick scan... A little while later, he turned around, nodded his head towards a direction and asked:"Is that the one?"
Before I can reply - No, Gerald mumbled :"Sorry. He is too big size for me. I can't win him in a fight..." and headed back to Boss..
Hahaha.. Bloody idiot.... He's always like to pull a fast joke, regardless of situations...

Luckily, I have a dinner appointment with Gerald and Ethan at The Line, Shangri La to look forward to that evening.....

The Foi Gras with onion chutney is heavenly.. That sweet chutney compliments well with the creamy, warm goose liver; served on a crispy crouton..
The prawns and lobsters are sweetly fresh; taste fantastic on their own.. No sauce needed ~Tabasco/chilli sauce/lemon juice will spoil the taste, if you ask me.
DESSERT corner.... (where we were seated right infront of) *Divine!*

However, comparing Singapore's two latest, hottest hotel buffet establishments, Grand Hyatt's The Straits Kitchen and Shangri's The Line, my personal bet is on The Straits Kitchen.
Mainly cos of
a) Its cosy and hip decor (The Line may be stylish but its ambience doesn't seem to encourage Bon Appetti!)
b) Food are served in their rightful temperature, (The Line's Yangzhou fried rice and meat dishes were slightly cold)
c) The slightly more reasonable price (The Line can cost you $80nett, where Straits Kitchen- $60nett).
d) The buffet line is more extended over at Straits Kitchen than The Line (I totally skipped the Indian section at the Line; it's just not appealing at all).

BUT.... you have a sweet tooth, The Line is where you can indulge happily in piling up your calories without much guilt.. cos the rich chocolate fondue with strawberries and marshmallows, sweet array of cakes, crèmes and the wonderful brown pancakes justify the reason for that extra kilos you putting on..

Anyway, Life's boring without glorious Food.

So.... Dig in!
(Pictures of The Line coming soon..)

Lynn, This is for you

Hurhurhurhurhur...

That's Ethan's last message for me via MSN.. He had left for Bangkok on Thurs. Wanted to drag him down to Liquid Room for that Beat Boxing Competition tonight but don't think anyone else will be interested. Boohoooo....

My dear wormy Lynn. What you don't believe in.... DOES EXIST! Stop viewing guys with those lusty eyes... I do believe in Platonic friendships with the opposite sex. Don't understand why this topic always arise when we are out together. Stop asking me whether I will ever consider to be with Ethan. Cos my replies will be the same.. NO! It'll be like committing a near-incestuous sin!

Well, people... I must really stress on a very important point, once and for all. Ethan is my friend of more than 10 years... Used to dislike him in the past but Fate has its twist and turn... we are now a pair of close friends with each other's secrets etched in minds and dreams made together.. But there's never a physical attraction nor chemistry of that sort between us.

Was out with Isaac last night. He asked me the same question... -_-"
It led me to ponder~ Isaac is a guy with tonnes of girl buddies and he's asking me this QUESTION?
Then a shocking revelation of his confused my ideology further...
It got me thinking..
Am I the only person who believe in such pure friendship?

Humans always crave for a steady and familiar companionship, no matter if they are eccentric loners, social butterflies or a flamboyant gay . We need someone to be there for us and when we found the person who we are so comfortable and delighted to be with..
We want to keep that person with us for long (or only till entertainment value expiry date....) by falling in love...
Is uniting in the name of love, a good solution? I have fallen in love with friends before... Jimmy. From good friends. we became lovers, now strangers. Az, my soulmate, now just an acquaintance....

I am cheerless at the loss. The people who I've really care deeply about, have gone on their own ways without me. All because we tried to embark on the journey of love and failed to iron out that quest's perils.

Skeptical now.. I've learnt my lesson. Friendships and Romance are two different entities.

Lynn, if you really enjoy that friendship with a guy.. don't tarnish it with supposed grand notion of romance. Unless you are very sure that he is the one and are much prepared to forgo that carefree friendship you guys sharing right now, by all means.. go for it. But right now.. I think twice or even 10 times about heading into a relationship with a friend I treasured alot.

Oh! Lynn! I can't stop repeating myself.. how glad am I to have you in my life.. How lucky that on 1st day of school, I just happened to be seated beside you and you said hi.. And it sealed our fate as friends. I wish that we stay close as ever.. and crazy.. and lame too! haha.. (Well, I miss Janice too.. If you recalled who is that... sigh... Maybe friendship also do have their expiry date ba... )

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Today, I have an exhausting yet very much enjoyable day at Sentosa with my cousins.

Sung a Birthday song for Noel, played all kinds of Ball games & tried all kinds of poses for photos

Watched a Beautiful Sunset and bid a solemn Farewell to this beautiful day with sunny memories..

Mating Season

VIOLATED... OUTRAGED......
I felt so disgusted. I can't believe this is happening.... in the broad daylight..
I was tricked.......... into touching Vodka's ......*ahem*!
It's the mating season for my precious Dog, Vodka... and she had been whining for the past 3 days to get someone or ANYONE to touch her *ahem*...
HORNY and DESPERATE this morning, she resorted to park her black butt, few inches from my face, while I was sleeping.. and woke me up with her frantic whimpers.
Woke up, dazed... with half-open eyes.
Thought I saw a face.. looking intensely at me.. Reached out and touched the 'face'...
It was wet and slimy..
Eyes wide open
It's leaking... and trembling..
Shit.. Vodka, out of eagerness for touch, tried to sit on my face....
That horrible, musky smell seems to linger around me for the whole day....
I hate her

I can soomba... that she is the first dog that understands what "Pi Gu" (buttock) means.. and she will get very excited once she hears it.. will come after you with those pleading eyes....

Can't really blame her huh? After all, she's a virgin with animal instincts. However because of her, I often get harassed by male dogs.. (cos of her "sexy" scent ba)
Take for instance, at Ms Michelle Santiago's house.. for record, her little white dog have climbed up my leg and happily jerking away twice. And I was thinking... Hmm.. nice friendly doggy..wa.. really like to play with me ah...
When I realised that something was not right... Mich's mom who saw what's happening, quickly yanked the dog away. I was stunned... speechless..
Oh...Or that time at Mr George Ong's Housewarming Party. His huge black dog literally jump onto me for 4 times. For first time in my life, I was terrified of a dog, a superbly high sex drive beast.. to be exact...
Good grief...