Friday, March 27, 2009

Good Night Out.


what is there not to like?

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Random Pictures From Singapore.

Brain shut down. Cannot form long sentences. More pictures instead, k?

Z. O. M. F. G. Hot guys galore slurp. Guys watch it for the action, girls watch it for the men. Winner is all! Hugh Jackman is mine, hands off bitches.

Read about this book in a local magazine. Went to Borders to look for it, but couldn't find it. Contemplating just walking out because was kind of embarrassed to ask help from the staff with the title being so suggestive. Asked anyway. No more stock. Sad.

Was at Mandarin Oriental a few weeks back. There was an art exhibition by Chinese artists. Painting were put up all over the wall. I thought this drawing was really hot. Snap!

This is a locally made 2009 calendar. Erm. Chinese boys and big bulging muscles don't go well together IMHO. It's just WRONG. But that's just my personal preference. Not even trying to impose my preference on you so no flaming please.

It's about time I put up this obligatory tourist shot of the Merlion. You know what they like to say here? If you drink, don't merlion.

Sex in the City. Hahaha. So clever. Shops like these are quite a frequent sight. Being the silly little sheltered Malaysian girl who has seen nothin' - this was like WOAHHHHH THIS IS AWESOME!!!! CLICK!

Don't you wish Malaysia was forward thinking enough to set up a tourist centre which looks as good as THIS?

Lots of construction up around Orchard Road. They put up a lot of boards such as this one. So pretty right? Of course must camwhore. Will do more next time.

Enough pictures to last you through the week? I hope so! No more updates for the week.

Time to pass out. Goodnight.

Friday, March 20, 2009

Tv Ads on Tv

I think it's bloody hilarious how tv companies try to show how superior their tv is on our own tv screens. I mean if they are attempting to display how sharp theirs is, how vivid their colours are and how their images look so real - it's still shown on MY tv so how does it proof to me that your tv is more awesome than mine?


Thursday, March 19, 2009

i really like this

being high.

not caring. but caring too much at the same time.

i like this feeling of being free.

i wished the party didn't end so soon though.


Why must people stand right in front of the damn MRT door?

And I saw this crazed woman who dashed into the train immediately after the train door opened for the priority seat, nearly knocking over an aging uncle. He was so sian, he walked out of the train to wait for the next one. All this time - she was conveniently looking the other way.

Little things like that annoys the shit out of me.

Hulksmash kill them all.

Tuesday, March 17, 2009


My parents were generous enough to have exposed me to many things when I was younger. Music, art, song, dance, martial arts and even chess. They always tell me that I could be anything I wanted. That they had brought me up to be one of the most well-rounded children evar. Fit for royalty. Looking at me today - who would've thunk, eh? :)

I was never exceptionally fantastic at everything I did though, I wasn't terrible at them either. But I just wasn't driven enough to want to do MORE to be great at them. I seem to lack passion and focus. Which was a pity. Because everybody around me believed that I could've been so much more if I tried just a little bit harder. This fact bugs the shit out of me because 1) it makes me wonder what the hell are they seeing which I'm not and 2) it makes me feel that I'm meant to do so much more. So why wouldn't I try harder?

There were a few phases in my life, where I actually felt like I KNEW with every fibre of my being, what I wanted to be or do when i grew up.... join the Russian ballet, design clothes, act, be a dancer of some sort, host of my own tv show, travel the world... etc.. But I never tried hard enough to pursue it. Why?

Yet, every single time I experienced something fantastic - like read a good book, watched a timeless movie, learn about people who do great things with so little, watch a mind blowing dance performance - I get goosebumps, the hair at the back of my neck would stand, my mouth would parch, my heart would soar. I would feel like my body could explode from a tsunami of emotions. I'm motivated to want to do great things. I know want to be close to greatness all the time. To always feel so overwhelmed. To be part of something bigger. But who am I? I'm just Jack who mastered nothing. I'm like that dog barking at the sky, wishing to be among the twinkling stars.

I want to know what I am great at. I wish I knew it now. I'm turning 30 soon. I'm getting very impatient because it feels like time is running out. I want my answers now. I want to BE something .. DO something NOW.

I know I want to keep learning. I want to feel, touch, see, smell, taste. I never want to stop experiencing new things. I never want to stand still. I never want to be contented.

Nothing scares me more than the thought that I'll never be exceptional at anything. But what if I am not? What if I'm just born to be average like everyone else? What if, in spite of all the strongest desires of my heart, the feeling as if I can taste it in my tongue, I'm just deluding myself? That I actually will never amount to anything more than a floating speck riding across the infinite space of blackness?

It's a depressing thought.

Shakespeare said something about greatness, I think.. wait let me google it...

Be not afraid of greatness: some men are born great, some achieve greatness and some have greatness thrust upon them. --William Shakespeare, 'Twelfth Night'

I'm not afraid of greatness. I'm just mortally afraid that I might not posses any type of greatness.

I guess I know now why I never tried too hard. I think I've known it all along.

I'm afraid to find out that my hardest may just not be great enough.

Monday, March 16, 2009

Twilight Series in Summary

I noticed that people were STILL reading the damn books, thought might as well get this off my chest now.

It's chucked in the children's section, understand!

I'm so embarrassed to say that I've read all the 4 books.

Well, the redeeming thing is that I didn't exactly READ ALL the books. I skipped through most of the pages just to get the storyline. If the book had 400 pages, I've probably read about 150.

Biggest reason for doing so was because I couldn't NOT stand the protagonist. Fucking childish self absorbed EMO oh everything revolves around ME ME ME ME brat.

Second biggest reason was because of the writing style. I this I that. I hate I like I enjoy I love I want I thought I I I I I I. In one paragraph there must've been about a hundred I's in there. Makes the protagonist even MORE unlikeable to me.

Thirdly because it felt wrong to even want to READ the book, so skipping through the pages kinda didn't meant I was actually READING it, more like skimming through it. :P

SO. To spare YOU from having to actually read the damn book to get to the storyline, I've summarised each book as follows:

Book 1:
I'm in love with a vampire. He loves me too. I want to make out with him, but he could kill me because of his super vampire strength. I want nothing more than to be a vampire, but he doesn't let me. I whine whine whine whine about it because I'm super horny. Then I get into trouble, but I get saved by my boyfriend and his family.

Book 2:
My best friend's a werewolf, and is in love with me. I love hanging out with him but I don't love him as much as I love my vampire boyfriend who left me during most parts of the book for my safety. Oh by the way, vampires and werewolves are enemies... and both sides no likey when I hang out with the other side.Inevitably, I get myself into trouble again, but of course get saved.

Book 3:

Ooh, vampires and wolves CAN become friends, coz they worked together to get me out of trouble YET again.

Book 4:
I have a child! THEN I become a vampire too, yeay! My child is like pissing everybody off so there's this huge ass vampire world war happening because of it but I sorta helped saved everybody because I am so powerful! Yeay!

The end, and you're welcome.

How does twilight compare to Harry Potter? Well, HP was fun in the beginning but it got so damn tedious when Rowling hopped onto the self-wank bus that I couldn't even be bothered to read the last book. Twilight's series on the other hand... was "meh" right from the beginning. Reading the book does not automatically make you a member of the "cool club", if you get what I mean. In fact, it's probably a -10 to Cool Factor. Plus, the book totally screws up the vampire image. I mean, come on they have skin which glitter like diamonds? WTF? RL Stine, please give Stephenie some classes please, thanks.

Friday, March 13, 2009


ever had one of those days where you felt like you've suddenly woken up only to find yourself neck deep in shit and you have no freaking clue how you got yourself in there in the first place.

and THEN you remembered that you can't swim.

oh guess what?

it's the same day to get wasted.


(i'm already drinking as i write this and this post will most prolly be gone by tomorrow)

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

25 Random Things About Singapore

1. roti canai is known as roti prata
2. genting is pronounced as JERNTING
3. jelak is spelt jerlat
4. they use words like "alight" and "gantry" - well at least, *I* never used them. :P
5. tissue paper packets on tables at food courts are used to reserve seats, not for you to take.
6. wifi is free in the city centre.
7. free newspapers twice a day.
8. singapore bak kut teh is nothing like msia bak kut teh. NOTHING.
9. you can find good cheap food here - go to the shop with 1) a lot of stickers on their display window or 2) long queues.
10. singaporeans think msians speak mandarin wrong
11. singaporeans really do not understand their national anthem, neither can they understand their military commands
12. if you drink too much after clubbing, there is a service that drives you and your car back home. for a fee of course.
13. smoking is not allowed by law in clubs, indoors, and even certain parts al fresco places.
14. singaporeans DO jaywalk - only malaysians are afraid to jaywalk, ahaha
15. do not go to orchard road during the weekends. in fact do not go anywhere during weekends.
16. fast food restaurants are halal - except for a couple.
17. you can not purchase duty free alcohol when you enter into singapore from malaysia
18. there are no strays to be seen in the city centre
19. shopping malls are closed by 9.30, earlier if in the CBD
20. green tea is quite a popular mixer for whiskey
21. food can still cost only 2 bucks
22. prostitution is legal in singapore
23. if you work around the CBD you cannot escape the 20 odd people offering you flyers, asking you for your money, signing up for things, selling you things or asking you to participate in surveys ARGH
24. soft boil eggs are eaten with the that thick, dark, soya sauce.
25. Subtitles are written in freaking chinese.

So be warned. :)

Sunday, March 8, 2009

Confessions Of A Shopaholic (Book).


I'm at page 122 of this book and I've hated it since 100 pages ago.

This reminds me why I NEVER read chic lit.

It's mind numbingly annoying. Every single bit of it is.

The main character is fucking out of this world. She is completely delusional, a pathological lying psycho, whines like bitch, does not possess a single ounce of willpower or logic and above all, has absolutely no sense of ethics or responsibility.

I can actually feel my IQ dropping after every page turn.

I fucking HATE chic lit with every fibre of my being. Fucking stupid wasting time piece of trash.

Back to finishing the stupid book. I paid for it anyway.

Stupid book.

But guess I'm the bigger idiot for buying it. And then having to finish it.

(I hope the book is nothing like the movie)

Done reading the abominable thing. Couldn't bear reading every line so ended up skipping many pages at a go. I had to, otherwise I would've to stick my head down the toilet and flush it. Fucking hate the ridiculous storyline - Girl has no control over her addiction to shop. All her credit cards are busted. Keeps attempting to "run away" from her escalating bills. Does jack-all at work. Makes up all sorts of crazy lies to get by on life on a daily basis. Absolutely clueless about life because all she really cares about is herself and her shopping. Then somehow by a stroke of luck lands herself with a fucking awesome job and a millionaire for a boyfriend and everything's fine and dandy. STUPID. This shit is fucking WORSE than Disney's happy ever after lies. ARGH I'm SO AGITATED. WHAT THE FUCK BULLSHIT STORY IS THIS! I HATE CHICK LIT I HATE CHICK LIT YOU'LL NEVER CATCH ME ANYWHERE NEAR THESE VILE SHIT EVERY AGAIN... It's not EVEN LIT. It's freaking TRASH. It does NOT belong in the fiction section of the bookstore. It belongs in the TRASHCAN. oh god i have "he's not into you". Stupid 3 for 2 book promotions ARGH. WHY DO I DO THESE THINGS TO MYSELF! I've to go calm myself down now with beer before i start stomping on things. kthxbai.

Friday, March 6, 2009


... for the pikachudophile

Spotted somewhere around Bugis, Singapore.

Wednesday, March 4, 2009

Lunch, Dinner & Ampang Yong Tau Foo

I have to say that Singapore's Subway kicks Malaysia's Subway ass like nobody's business. The bread is soft, the meat is real, the veges are crunchy and fresh. It's so perfect I always almost cry from joy with each bite. SGD5.90 for a piece of heaven? What a bargain!

I have a picture to share but........... OM NOM NOM NOM


I ate it all. Couldn't wait. So hungry. So yummy. mmmmm.

Then for dinner I had this insane craving for Ken's char siew ramen. The char siew is juicy and tender, the soup si so tasty, the noodles are so springy.... this is by far the best ramen I've ever tasted. Ever. I don't care if it's a little pricey (SGD13.20) it is worth every cent!

I have a picture to share but......... OM NOM NOM NOM


I ate it all. Couldn't wait. So hungry. So yummy. mmmm.

Food blogger epic fail. :P

Oh, I also need to rant a bit:-
Discovery travel & Living keeps re-showing this clip of anthony bourdain eating ampang yong tau foo in SINGAPORE - it really PISSES ME OFF. Some more the fucker make it sounds like it's a Singaporean dish. Mahai. HELLO MR BOURDAIN. Ampang is NOT from Singapore! It's a fucking town in Malaysia and hence Ampang Yong Tau foo is a fucking MALAYSIAN DISH, UNDERSTAND! RESEARCH YOUR SHIT FIRST CAN? HULK RAGE SMASH BOURDAIN. Fine lah nevermind, Bourdain ignorant I still can accept, he is but a white snobbish monkey, but what's worse is that the LOCAL FELLAS who I am QUITE sure was WITH his crew did NOT even BOTHER TO ENLIGHTEN HIM AT ALL. A BIG FUCK YOU. May your bums be forever covered with painful pus filled boils assholes.

Monday, March 2, 2009



Even your emo spectacles



Fucker better win otherwise I'll be DAMN SAD.


But please lose the sob story - getting tired adi. You don't need to keep whoring your dead wife story loh, it cheapens yourself as a great artist, and you are already GREAT.

I also really like that geeky Indian boy who didn't make it through but he was so much better than that weird Sanjaya and is 100000000000000000000 times less annoying so WHY DIDN'T HE MAKE IT THROUGH?!?!?!

That Tatiana Nicole Del Toro? Please kick her back to hell, or where ever that freak comes from. Sure she's got really strong vocal but her character and attitude is just too fucked up - no way is she a human.

On other news, American idol this season is a complete joke.