Thou shall not tell.

Today have been awfully boring! It's like the most amazingly boring day ever. And on a day like this, i think it's only suitable that i share with you a little secret of mine. Something that have been a part of me since forever, but not known by many. This might come as a shock, but just take a deep breath and embrace it. What i'm about to tell you is something sacred to me, something personal. Something real, A fact. And i hope you can accept me for who i am and not be judgemental on what i'm about to tell you.

The truth is i'm actually a socialite. And not just any socialite. I'm THE socialite. The core of all socialite. The person that miss hilton consult on what to wear in her debut 'one night in paris' home video. The one that advise a certain miss aguilera to glam it up and ditch the dirrty xtina split personality. And do you think, miss simpson would be able to cope with the divorce if it wasn't for me, asking her to get those LV's. A little retail therapy can cure almost anything. Beside, i told her that her mister is a bit of a muscle mary and it's not worth abandonning a whole forest for just a tree. But that's a different story. If you know what i mean.

There, i've let it all out with the knowledge that paparazzi would be haunting my park avenue apartment, invading my pilates classes, threatening my poor beagle 'stella' and worst of all, i may have to reschedule my weekly botox session with mr hasselhoff. But it's all good, cause i need to set the record straight. Socialite are just like any other ordinary individual, maybe with a bit more jimmy choo's. Okay, a LOT of jimmy choo's.

KLFW 2006

Kuala Lumpur Fashion Week. Been there. Done that. Like duh!

Hellowin

Halloween in asia can be a tricky affair. Trick or treat is a definite no no here. The only bit of halloween that we do is dressing up for a night out with friends to the trendiest clubs in town. And this takes courage, tremendous courage, courage that i wouldn't have. Imagine you're all gear up as the kinky Red Little Riding Hood, and you're hitting Zouk for the night. As you enter the club, trying to make your way to the bar for a drink before you strut your stuff on the dance floor, you realize all eyes are on you. The music is still pumping at the background, but everyone seems to be just staring. Wide eye. Open mouth. In awe. You know why, cause, i can easily say, ninety percent of them are costume-less, and the balance ten percent are partially in-costume (which includes those wearing only a devil horn head band or those in plastic fangs) You might be the only one brave enough to venture into a full costume parade. Like a male peacock among a swamp of doves. Lonely. Border line pathetic. Sad.

But this year, in the spirit of halloween, my girlfriends and i tried to be as halloweenish as possible. We tried. (at least give us some credit for that!)

What i do on a hot sunny afternoon?

Eating red jelly in front of an open fridge! Ever since i could remember, dad have always prefer to buy those small one door fridge. At the age of ten, it stands slightly the same height as me. I used to sit down in front of the open fridge, digging into a bowl of mum's home made red pandan jelly. With the freezer slightly above my head and the cool kitchen tiles chilling underneath me, it's my own little north pole in Asia.

How do i take my aspirin?

Mum's secret recipe; melt it in a spoon with warm water. Then mix it with any preferable beverage like orange juice or warm milk. It really helps when you have a sore-throat. Best of all, it kills the bitterness of the medicine. I just love aspirin after that.

I did Bali!

Bali is by far the most gay friendly place i've ever been to so far. It screams GAY, loud and clear. My four day trip was filled with endless sun bathing, man in low riding board shorts, southern comfort with sprite, shopping, massage, man in really low riding board shorts, midnight swim, club hopping and did i mention man in low riding board shorts? :) Well, there were really low...

It was during last mid october that me and a girlfriend, lil miss mei decided to visit bali during the coming november. It was our little year end trip away from work, ex boyfriends, the ever hazy kuala lumpur and most importantly, we couldn't afford Paris or London just yet.

Before bali i was rather skeptical in going to a neighboring country for a holiday. My idea of holiday have always been somewhere far away from the flaming equator. A place where the temperature is way below 15 degree celsius, a place where you could only see chicken at the supermarket or the zoo and basically a place where i wouldn't look silly in my miu miu neck scarf, underneath my never-been-worn-before pink nautical wind breaker. Somewhere not tropical.

But upon arriving at bali, i understand why i have been so wrong all this while. The theory is, at a tropical country, the weather is usually hot. Very hot. It gets so hot that most of the foreign visitors, those pure meat heart throbbing caucasian man, takes off their shirt willingly. These are the places where you'll get a buffet of half naked well built man, and a free flow of testosterone. It's like heaven for gay man. And at such warm and humid weather, plus the over dosed of sun tan lotion, their judgment are usually weak. They can't focus well, and thus any tom, dick and harry would look gorgeous. beautiful. sexy. I would look like a superstar, shinning away in broad day light. I was like Miss Reese Witherspoon in Legally Blonde. Desire by men, envy by all women. I was number 1 on the us billboard chart. I was hot, and it was not just the weather.

Despite all this, i didn't score. It was not because i wasn't attractive. or cute. or desirable. Oh trust me. Those 70 years old man on the beach was just drooling at the sight of me. But i guess it was because i had such a blast with my girlfriend that i was blind to all this temptation. Fun had over conquer my boiling hormones. At this point of my life, i would say, having a man is not so important compare to the companion of a friend.

BUT, if i do go bali again, i'm definitely going alone!