Moved...

Really dislike Friendster's auto function of sending email to inform my friends of my new blog post. Don't like to broadcast the message of "HEY!! I did something yesterday!"or "HEY!! I'm bloody too free.. So here come MOREEEE blogging!" to the whole wide world.

So here am I at Blogspot...
Thou shalt read about moi; only if thou interested or an avid fan of moi... : p

I will like to apologise to those who have been scratching their heads after reading my pathetic attempt at poetry.. Well, it's "itchly" messy, I know. But it's not meant to be comprehend by you... cos it conveys a message that's not Meant to be understood by the supposed receiver.. Hmm.. Kinda complicated.. but then again.. I deleted it from the Friendster blog.. you won't get to see it .. ever

Last night at Forbidden City, Indochine

Special guest appearance...
Mr Gerald Lee!

It's really the first time he's out there dancing with Ethan and me. It's hilarious how he imitated people's dance moves and the way he froze to a shrivelling wreck in that Ice Palace

Useless men.. ordered 3 shots of vodka.. Ended up that I finished 2 shots as Ethan was already too high to the brink from a party before joining us and Gerald couldn't take the icy temperature, preferred to jump up and down to warm himself.. And when he saw 2 ladies walked into the Palace in Bareback blouses, without any winter jacket on... he stripped his immediately.. and put on a tough front for 3 minutes before running out of the room... Crazy fellow...


When we were dancing in the dance floor (if that's what it is called...), a Caucasian turned and said hi, in midst of his vigorous and exaggerated dance routine.. I smiled.. and soon, I was taunted to follow his dance moves.. Fun... I have a good laugh doing that...
Another guy in Bermudas joined us... with a even more eccentric moves..
Then, like a flash, another Caucasian dashed into the dance floor and started to spin me around. Good grief.. I almost fell to my knees when he spun me like a top. I yelled at him to stop, which he did. But he held on to my hands, attempting to do a ballroom dancing ... I obliged. It could have been enjoyable~if not for his sneaky hands that moved from my waist and slowly upwards.. I broke his offending touch with a jostle of my elbow in his ribcage and turned promptly to Ethan.
See? The difference between Gay disco and a straight one... Why clubbing night in Propaganda was the most self-indulging and relaxed?

Wakeboarding & Cable-skiing.. coming soon

Heard about these kinda activities from Ethan's polymates.. Pretty intrigued and enthusiastic about them...
Trying to get Gerald to obtain information on group booking to Batam for a day of new learning and fun... Most likely to be going on the mid September, a Saturday...
Interested.. just drop me a message!

(N I am very determined not to earn the nickname of Roti Prata...~a nick that the instructor gave Gerald for always falling flat on four, the moment the engine start... hahaha..)