I'm so proud of you!

'Love is always patient and kind. It is never jealous. Love is never boastful or conceited. It is never rude or selfish. It does not take pleasure in other peoples sins, but delights in the truth. It is always ready to excuse, to trust, to hope, and to endure whatever comes' quoted from A Walk To Remember

s i n g a p o r e

I'm uninspired to write anything about singapore. Everyone have been there so many times and there are only so much you could say about it. Its after all singapore we're talking about here. So, enjoy the pictures. That's the best i could do for now. Au revoir.

I did a bryan boy in singapore! The aunties and uncles weren't very impressed...

Cam whoring to the best!

Rip Curl : Memoirs of an obsessed fan

Malaysian Unite!

Lost in Taipei

My current project was put on hold due to some air date uncertainty, thus allowing me to finally sort thru the pile of taipei pictures lingering on my iPhoto. A bliss for the wretched ocd in me.

All in all, minus the little typhoon episode which scared the effing daylight out of me, i must say my short trip to Taipei was a pleasant experience. And yes, taipei is THE country for shopping. Its truly a shopper haven. The headquarter for all shopaholic. Anything from high fashion haute couture to funky street delights, taipei have them all! And if you're good like me and miss smith, ahem!, you'll be able to find bargains that's simply irresistible!

Only downfall is that, its totally disastrous to the credit card. Evil. Very evil. So be careful. Not something for the ill-hearted.

.:broad daylight drinking session is a ritual for some:.

Starstruck

Hopefully i won't get caught for posting up these pictures but i'm just itchy-fied to do so, to boast about my one day affair with a certain mr lee hom in taipei. Mind you, its not always one gets a chance to spend an entire day stuck in a studio with him, breathing the same air and sharing the same loo. And no, i didn't spy on him while he was taking his piss, if that's what you're thinking coz' that would be low. The furthest i did was trying to hide in his dressing room during lunch break hoping that he'll eat alone and thus gaining me some private moment with him. But little did i know the door was lock and i was too hungry to even bother. The guys ordered pizza. You can't blame me.

And thanks to his useless troop of entourage, the closest interaction i had with him was when i told him we're ready for his next scene, he casually replied, 'wait!' Hmm. Wait. Ohh, it can mean MANY things! And i'll wait for him alright. I'll wait till kingdom come if i have to. Waiting is my passion and so are you, mr lee hom. Aww.

its a wrap!

Marie Digby | Umbrella

Yet another cover. I think i need to do one as well. Can't be the only one left out right?! But i STILL think mandy's is the best! No two way about it!

I'm Back!

Oh yes, the fantabulous have return to blogsphere once again. I know i'm overdue on my post updates and i'm terribly sorry about it, but girlfriend, after surviving the freaking typhoon in effing taipei, i guess i just had to have some time away to recollect my thoughts. Wah, so drama! But i'm back now, and it's all that matters.

Oh, did i mentioned i survive a typhoon?! I did? I did!! I did!! I know i might sound like some brainless cheerleader in pigtail but i never thought it could rain so damn much in a single day! It just never ever stop raining la. Its amazing and i'm utterly impressed. One good thing i must say about all this is that, taipei got some really kick ass drainage system. It never flooded, not even a bit and we're talking about a LOT of rain here. Maybe we should send the 'man with the wig' over for a field trip one of these days. Maybe i'll even try to bring that up in the next cabinet meeting. Its an outrage. Utterly nonsense, if i daresay. Ishh.

Oh well, its good to be back!
Did you miss me?

Ohh ya. Picture courtesy of miss smith.
I'm told to mention it, coz' she gets really upset otherwise.

I'm not having fun yet!

My gaydar is working well after all. Remember my little obsession with man and baby fat, well it seems like michael bublé might be heading to gayville as we speak. Not only was he seen snogging, he was caught humping away backstage with perez. Both giggling like a school girl on a field trip. Oh the pure joy of coming out. I just love it!

You might know by now i'm trippin' away in taipei alongside fashionista miss smith, working hard and trying as hard to catch a glimpse of lee hom in his undies. Personally, i really think he's a sister, but its all hush hush up here and unless i want to be deport away from taiwan, i better keep my mouth shut on this. But if you drop me a line, i'll probably tell you all the goss...shhhh!

But this whole taiwan trip is turning out to be as horrid as some rotten cabbage. I knew it was bad from the moment of my meltdown at the airport, the morning i was schedule to fly off to freaking taipei. I was scrambling through my backpack on all four, pouring the entire content of it onto the floor, blinking away the tears and cold sweat, searching for the director's passport that i misplaced. I found it eventually, but think of the drama if i had left it at home and not bring it to the airport?! The evil stares from the idiots would have killed me instantly, right on the spot.

Pity me as i only had a moment to count my blessing for being still in one piece when some raving chick was paging our name through the pa system at the boarding gate. We were late. Again. Argh. Its hard enough to run with our bags while balancing the dior shades, but to actually try looking decent doing so its beyond me. Which explains the weird glances on the flight as we made our way along the aisle. We must be looking like some gang bang victim. Tragic. Tragic.

The bad chi did not end there. There was the check-in issue, the really really bad food we had while trying to be adventurous, i somehow hurt my ribs and can't seems to laugh properly, i fell down (don't ask!), miss smith got the flu, i lost my phone, i spend most of my nights downing beer with miss simth and the idiot. Forgive me but i'm bored, otherwise i wouldn't be bothered with entertaining him and his macho talks and oh, the last i heard, typhoon is hitting town tomorrow. So basically, if you must know i had a hell lot of fun in taiwan. Yipee!

Will be back shortly...

Working. Working. Working. Its all i've been doing for the past week. My life have turn out to be one long miserable roller coaster ride, going round and round in circle, doing the same thing day in day out, talking to the same idiots and trying to figure out why i even bother in the first place. Oh ya, for the money and the pure freedom of going for holidays away from it all. God bless those idiots!

Random Fact #01

Not something i would normally like to share with others but i actually like my man to be a bit chubby. Something about having baby fat is just simply too good to resist. But not chubs la. Not that i have anything against them, in fact i find them rather nice to cuddle, but its just that they're not really my cup of tea.

Testosterone-filled Michael Bublé is a fine example of tasty baby fat delicacies thats YUMMY! both inside and out. Something about him is stirring up uncalled for emotion within me that i thought have long gone since jimmy fallon decided to get married with that bitch! If you must know, jimmy fallon was in my top ten must shag list like for the longest time ever. But that was long long time ago, about the same time victoria got her first set of boobies. But that's another story.

Anyway, back to mr bublé, i tell you i have instant wet dream just hearing him sing. And if you also must know, that song 'home' was sing for me la. He so the want me long time! But i say cannots kan. So he kept asking la to come home, let him come home...ishhh! So jiwang like malay rockers. Aww. Hidup Mat Rempits. Remps!

My very own Independence Day

At the stroke of midnight, i managed to curl and twirl myself in between the hundreds of people that flooded the entire ground of curve to catch a glimpse of the dancing fireworks parading high up in the pitch black sky. It was a smoky, sweaty, hot and smelly affair, but nevertheless i was giddy like a four year old child at the end of it all. Fireworks always does that to me. Or probably it was the tiny bottle of wine i shared with miss smith at the office right before we leave for curve. I know, i'm a cheap date. So sue me!

But the best bit of my independence day was spending the morning frolicking by the pool with my dad, soaking in the heat of the sun as we race across the pool. It was an ideal morning. Like the morning i had two decades back when i was six and sitting on the shoulder of my hero, as he swam across the pool.


It was also the day mr ex-boyfriend decided to moved out from the house we shared, to the other end of the state. Even thought its just forty minutes drive away from me, but it felt a lot further knowing that he won't be there to share my occasional midnight urge to have tom yam soup at kakak gemuk's store or he would be way too far to come out for yam cha. I'll miss him no doubt, but maybe its for the best.

Happy independence day!