Backtrack

Might want to backtrack a bit to read my Lunch-Time Cookout entry. I started it on Christmas Day, and only got around to posting it today. Haha!...

And I just realised more formatting options existed on the Blogger interface. Yay!

Slandered!

Liindy, whoever he or she is, claims, at 4.28PM yesterday, 'i saw ur sex vid on xtube' by posting his or her remark on the shoutbox of yours truly.

Following the entirely false accusation, Liindy, whoever he or she is, very kindly provided the direct link to the sex video as well. Much to the convenience of curious readers, no?

This is just an unfortunate incident. I do not star in, or produce short films featuring men and/or women engaging in what I'd refer to as 'natural and pleasurable adult activities'. Therefore, I have a clear conscience.

As far as I am concerned, that is the end of the matter.

P.S. Thanks for dropping by though, Liindy. But do keep coming still. Nothing makes a blogger happier than seeing readership go up. But man, chill with the slandering remarks. I'd prefer that I'm spoken directly to.

The Great Lunch-Time Cookout

Last Saturday, Faridah, Idil and I had a lunch-time cook out: Fusili spirals with mushrooms and crabstick in creamy alfredo.

Yay! I love cooking! Somehow or other, I enjoy watching cooking programmes on TV.

Growing up, I've been more or less independent, so I had to learn how to make my own meals right? And who'd expect that I'd enjoy making meals? Of course, I've said it many times, cooking is fun, but cleaning up is one big fat biatch lah.

Mandatory camwhoring for a bit.

Picking at the crabsticks to get them into strips.

The fake poses with foodstuff. Chefs for the day...

Faridah like some makcik like that.

But obviously having fun!

Here, Faridah says, "We should never waste food,"

SO we proceeded to finger-lick clean the remnants of sauce in the saucepan...

Then this was just very cheap and skill-less because we just drenched chicken fillets with BBQ sauce. But it turned out really good cos yours truly pan-seared it well. *smug*

Our creamy alfredo with crabsticks and mushrooms.

Faridah and her lightning reflexes grating the block of mozzarella cheese. W00t! Lunch is served!

And some more mandatory camwhoring. All looking rather displeased. Because as they say, hungry people are angry people.

And I don't have a photo of our final lunch turn-out. I mean, it's common sense right. With three hungry people and three plates of Fusili Spirals with Crabstick and Mushroom in Creamy Alfredo Sauce, do you think the first thing on anyone's mind is, "LET'S TAKE A PHOTO!!!"?!

P.S. Photos also on Facebook photo album. Here.

SMRT In-tunnel Animated Advertising Space

Frankly, it was my first time seeing the in-tunnel adverts... Maybe I'm a bit suaku... I dunno..

Seasons Greetings

Happy holidays everyone!

Last weekend, I had a great lunch-time cookout at a friend's place. It was fabulous, so look out for my update. It was mostly just a movie marathon after that.

Also, yesterday, spent a wee bit of my time in town and while on the journey back on the MRT, caught sight of SMRT's in-tunnel animated advertising space. Very cool, in my opinion. Look out for a video on that.

Woohoo!~ I love holidays!

The Weekend Hiatus 2: The Obligated Cruise—All Aboard!

The ferry embarked on the Batam terminal and we hopped on another ferry. Then in the middle of nowhere, we boarded the LeisureWorld cruise...


Sure, I looked happy. Keyword: LOOKED

In the words of Lou quoting Andy in Little Britain, the cruise 'had a maudlin quality to it, rendering unsuitable for a holiday destination'.

And that pretty sums up what I thought of the bloody cruise.

Stepping in, it instantly hits you how claustrophobic the place was. It was quite dark and gloomy. And it definitely looked as though the cruise got distastefully sucked right out of the 80's and then haphazardly spat out onto the Indon waters.

Apparently, my whole interpretation was wrong. I didn't got no balls snapping shots of random people, but what I got does just fine. Illustrates really well how off I was in interpreting the cruise idea.



Now you see how terribly off I was... I looked like a complete jackass.

Turns out, as much as a cruise it was, it was more 'casino' than 'resort'. MUCH TO MY DISMAY.

Frankly, I was bored stiff. Idil suggested I 'take a dip in the pool'.

Surprise, surprise! THERE IS NO POOL. Well, I would have expected a nicer deck with lounge chairs or something too. But got disappointed lah...

So we were at the karaoke instead.



But me, I DO NOT, CAN NOT and WILL NOT sing for nuts. So I just sat and watched lor. And it was barely lunch time. I knew for sure it was going to a looooong trip.

Sheryl was damned happy, obviously. Because she basically CAN sing her lungs off. And so can her friends. I just played Sudoku and camwhored by myself.




Then I realised how foreign and dated the place looked. With all that rattan and—fuck it—a Marlboro star hanging vaingloriously on the ceiling!





Like seriously, what's up with the faux cloudy sky ceiling anyways? I mean, if I really wanted to see the sky, I would just look out because we're on the freaking deck of the cruise?!?!

For the whole day, I just lazed around, wandered everywhere and coming to terms to the fact that it was indeed a really boring cruise.

The Weekend Hiatus 2: The Obligated Cruise—Setting Off

About one week before the cruise itself, my mother called me on the phone and one of the first things she said to me was that we were going on a cruise on Sunday.

Judging by the tone of voice, I more or less knew that as much as I didn't wanna go, I didn't have a choice. I just succumbed to my fate, knowing it will be futile to retaliate.

Then I thought, hey, it's a cruise after all! Gotta be fun! I made up my mind to enjoy myself and not delve so much into the unhappier things.

So came Sunday and I got quite excited. Despite being a one-day-one-night getaway, the trip felt extremely long and arduous.

Early Sunday morning, I decided that I'll dress light and easy, ultra befitting of the whole 'cruise' idea. But apparently my mother didn't fill me in on ALL the details.

When my mother said cruise, I immediately thought plenty of fun and sun. And way ahead, I've decided that I'd love to be alone enjoying myself. I envisaged myself lounging on the deck, basking in the sun, while people splashed around in the pool.

Bloody hell! I swear I kena cheated! 'Cause I was wrong WRONG WRONG!

Boarded the ferry at Tanah Merah Ferry Terminal. I was bored, so decided to take some photos. Furthermore, the sun was shining so fervently. I couldn't help but feel sunshine-y too!



And I told you I freaking dressed the part right? Look at me and where am I off to? A bloody cruise, I hear you say. Clever!



Yay! The ferry picks up speed and I couldn't wait to get all that wind in my hair. There's just something very sexy and kinky and pleasurable about having wind in the hair. I also especially like it now that I have longer hair, my hair actually kinda flows as the wind beats through it.

Hah! Am I even making sense? Sorry ar, I'm a little high now.


Then some more camwhoring with the natural wind effect.





P.S. I know, retarded and underexposed. But for once, I really don't care.

Blog-and-Run

Be back really soon with updates and photos.

Went on a horrible one-day-one-night cruise on Sunday. I'll tell you all about it.

Meanwhile I'm fucking busy dating, can???

When You Have Nothing To Do With Your Hands

Woot! Woot! Woot!

I fucking have nails now, dammit!

I haven't bitten my nails, though I have to admit that there were times I SOOOO wanted to mow them down. I'm just glad that I didn't. Now I'm damned proud that I have nails. Imagine living over a decade with no visible nails until now.

It's nice to scratch an itch with nails. I am able to open canned drinks almost by myself now, without foreign help, be it a friend or a coin or a spoon. WIth nails, I can now peel off the scabs of my rollerblading wounds more meticulously. Haha!

It's always a good idea to let my hands wander around spare pieces of paper. 'Wander around spare pieces of paper'. I forgot who came up with the clause. But I know that ever since, it's just been stuck in my head. So instead of saying you like to draw/sketch/doodle, say you like to let your hands wander around spare pieces of paper instead.

Don't you see you it paints a picture in your head?

I remember my very first day at Nanyang Polytechnic: the exercise was to modify simple geometric shapes into something completely different, followed by a group sharing session.

So I had this comet thingy I modified from a circle. The lecturer, Jiunn, pointed it out to the class and most said it was a comet. Just 'comet'. Bit boring, isn't it? So is it a comet? the lecturer asked.

“Well, I was thinking it's more like a falling rock from outer space,”

See? How it paints a picture in your head? Instead of 'comet'. No room for imagination leh...

So anyways, as I 'wandered', I kinda sketched a cat.



I love my ballpoint pen to bits! I really only use my ballpoint pen for anything and everything.

Love the cat though she's without ears. Haha! Well, without ears you could still tell it's a cat what...

Moving on, I've always said that I couldn't stay ten seconds on a Sudoku puzzle. I'm just not a big fan of numbers, much like how I can't really do maths now.

The other day, Idil was asking me what's 18+9. For a moment, I just went blank, unable to come up with an answer. You can say it was a himbo moment lah, huh. The answer's 20-freaking-7, anyways.

Therefore up until a week or so ago, I've never touched or even laid eyes on a Sudoku puzzle. All thanks to Idil who introduced me to the 'fun game'. I had sworn that I could never complete one puzzle by myself. I had firmly believed that I could never be able to stay on it for over ten seconds.

Guess I was wrong. Never speak so surely so early.

Sure, Sudoku is nothing about maths. Just reason and logic. But still, the numbers are intimidating enough, right?

So today, I thought, why not make Sudoku creative? It's kinda drab and boring just filling in squares with numbers, isn't it?

I decided to draw in the numbers instead. Whoever said Sudoku is boring so deserves to eat their words, shit it out, and eat it back in some more.



Oh yes, and that hair today!!!


P.S. Of course I had worn a cap out lah... And the tee reads 'Hates Pink', for your very curious mind. Hiak hiak!...

I Refuse To Feel Bad

Today, I strolled home in a moderate drizzle, smiling to myself because I was happy.

The Weekend Hiatus: The Pals Meets The Family

I finally got around to posting the final entry for my fabulous last-weekend.

So it's the pals meets the family night. Remember I was playing with Chuan Jie at the park that day? Well, after that, I went off and later met up with Kalis and Hairianto.

It's been such a long time since we got together.

The wondrous thing about us is that we're all separate and distinctive entities, with very strong personal opinions and live life by our own creeds. Yet there's something intangible that gels the three of us together.

So we went to Arab Street/Haji Lane area, had a late lunch at ZamZam.


After that, we just went wandering around the area, taking photographs and all. Kalis was kinda doing her school project at the same time from all the photo-taking.






After that, we went lepak-ing at Haji Lane. Yes, yes, yes! I love Haji Lane!





I had very little photos from there because I was basically just relaxing, lazy to take much photos. I did, however, own a few quirky and 'possessed' shots on Kalis' camera. We talked quite a bit there and didn't quite bear to leave the place.

Because it was the BBQ night of the family chalet, I didn't wanna be MIA, so ended up bringing Kalis and Hairianto to the BBQ as well. Conveniently, I gave them a quick crash course on family background and etiquette(which of course has not much to speak of).

So anyways, as much as I go on about it being a family thing, there wasn't as much family there as I'd hoped.