The Ugly Submarine

10th December 2011

2011-12-10T20:55:00.003+08:00

A part of me die knowing that you're suffering, and there's nothing i could do that the pills can't. I now remember why i hate december so much. I lose a little bit of you every time december comes around, and i don't know how much more i will have left of your every time. They say it will be over soon and that it will only get better, but the truth is, it never does. It never goes away. Or gets better. They sedate you so much that half the time you are either not yourself or asleep, and when you do fight it and comes around, its only a night long before i have to give you back to the meds.

Its been awhile now since you came back to visit me. Please come home, and stay home. And don't every leave me cause this little boy still wants his ma to be around.

23nd October 2011

2011-10-23T16:10:00.001+08:00

23rd October 2011. I had the weirdest dream last night. I dreamt that mr pornstar himself called and ask if i would like to sleep over at his place. He had this really husky, overly masculine (think a really manly lady gaga, if that's even possible) voice that totally threw me off guard, and left me panting in my dream. And if i were to be remotely honest here, i was slightly turned on by it. Something about that demanding tone in his voice managed to stirred up fire within me. It wasn't enough to make me break-dance (which i normally do if i'm overly strung up), but it did shake me awake, sweating and dizzy. Gawd, what is it with him that always makes me go all stupid and retarded? Well, according to sister bliss, its definitely not his dance moves. He dances like a robot on steroid; repetitive and beatless. I must agree though, she has a point. The boy can't dance for peanuts. There was once when we were in a club and we bump into him on the dance floor, he was in this dance/trance moment that totally scared the devil out of us. Nevertheless, i did when home with him that night and had sex. And i must admit, out of the many guys that i have been with (two to be exact), he was probably the best i've ever had. The other two were over achievers that just went for it as if their life depends on it. He just couldn't give a rat ass about achieving anything besides the pure pleasure of sex itself. Ohkay, now this is really turning my post into something mills and boons would write. Gawd, do you guys remember mills and boons with their always-topless italian man and scantly dressed sluts on the cover? I used to steal my mum's copy and hide behind the door reading it. It was like playboy on words. And for a thirteen-year-old boy leaving in a rural beachfront town, it was a big deal. Even bigger than when the local band comes to town to shoot their music video where thousand of his friends ditch school and try to catch a glimpse of the band, he was tuck nicely at the back of the library with a bigger than life chemistry textbook reading away. Not the textbook but his mum's copy of mills and boons placed on top of it, hidden from everyone else but he and his daydream.

Wow. The clouds outside the window are like china. Vast, and endless into the horizon. Ohh. I'm on a plane again, this time back to my concrete city. My work in the mainland is done and i'm well on my way back to enjoy whatever sunday i have left. Hmm. This trip has been rather therapeutic. I get to spend a day by myself, wandering in the city, finishing up errands and having meals alone. It does sound sad as i type, but the truth was it was kinda liberating to say the least. I was once able to be me in a foreign environment without the constant need to make sure everyone and everything is well taken care of. I didn't have this feeling when i was traveling alone in busan or goldcoast. I guess i had grown up a little over the course of this year, and i'm finally comfortable to be in my own company. I no longer am constantly on the edge. I have learned to chill, like how macro always asks me to. Ahh, marco again. He did leave a big scar in me that will take another greater person to erase it away. How do i even explain marco? I dunno know. I'll think about it the next time i blog a post. Now, please excuse me while i stare out of the window into the fluffy baby blue clouds, as i bath in the warm of a summer sun daydreaming (again) about absolutely nothing at all. Ahhh..

22nd October 2011

2011-10-22T16:05:00.002+08:00

22nd October 2011. I had the most horrible time falling asleep last night, knowing that i would need to drag myself up again at 6am to catch my flight to Guangzhou. Yup, i'm heading back to the mainland again. But this time it’s just for a day, and then i'll be back to my concrete city again. Now, warmly tuck underneath a blanket in a corner on the plane, i'm still wide-awake. My eyes are tired from the 27hrs shoot that i had on Thursday, but yet I’m staring silently into the clouds without a blink of dozing off. The sky looks at ease from up here. Well, it always does. And that's one of the reasons why i always choose to have the window seat. That, and also because i really don't want to be caught seating in between two noisy aunties thru out the flight as they loudly discussed their glory younger days and how man is never the same since the invention of television. Well, ladies, they change because look at you; you let it all go after the marriage. You let all that was important to him go as you slave away behind the stove trying to master the art of making crème burlee while all he need was to come home to a wife that pamper him with lipstick kisses and teary glares. Fuck the crème burlee for all that cares, coz' you can easily get it off a street side bakery these days, and it still taste as if it was homemade. The man need to know he married a trophy wife, and not a prune who complains how the grocer never have fresh tomatoes, or how she never seem to find the fish she wants from the recipes she read in the cook book every time she try to be adventurous and be julia child. Don't get me wrong, i am not here to lecture you about the art of being a wife as i would be the least perfect person to do so seeing that i am gay and i think of sex every 10 minutes, but the fact is, i am here to let you know that one should never let that sparkle in him or her go and compromised with what life has to offer. We make our own decisions. We make our own destiny. We make our own dreams. Life is what we make it to be. It’s us who knows what we want and need. Don't let the great unknown tear you down and cornered you into believing that faith was biasedly given to just the lucky few. Its not. We are responsible for how we mold our life into, we are the one who determine what we allowed into our life and how we want it to be. We are the shaper of who are we. We are the gods within us.

Ohh.. hello mr bubble butt steward who keep staring at me from behind the trolley. Nice of you to ask me how much my ipad was, and to enlighten me on how the ones in australia are selling way more expensive than those in kuala lumpur while all i know what you really want was to have a raunchy good time with me in the laboratory. Haha. Talk about self-confident. Gawd, when have i become this narcissist cow who thinks every man want to have sex with him. Must be the wine i keep asking from the stewardess every time she walks along my aisle. There should actually be a limit on how much wine is allow for a passenger without him making a fool of himself unknowingly in a plane full of cabbage smelling mainland chinese people. Cabbage smelling mainland chinese people? What? Ohkay that was shallow. Maybe i should just shut up and catch up on some much-needed sleep, as how marco likes to remind me of. Ahh, marco. We'll talk about you more next time. Right now, i need to sleep. Good night.

I Slept Like A Log Instead..

2011-08-09T12:30:00.003+08:00

Day #28 in Kai Ping, Guangzhou. The supper from last night sits comfortably in my stomach like a brick as i lug myself out of bed. If i close my eyes i can still feel the warmth of yesterday's night with its glittering hawkers stalls and loud laughters. Today we are traveling back to Guangzhou. Another three hours on the road, and the castles of Majianglong would become just a memory.

I secretly wish i dreamt last night. I thought being wrapped up in this historic backdrop with its rough texture of life would be inspiring, but no, i slept like a log instead.

Here are some of my favourite shots of Guangzhou :D

I'm not very blog-worthy lately. Words don't flow that smooth anymore. Dunno why.

I Crave You

2011-08-08T12:13:00.009+08:00

Day #27 in Guangzhou, chickity China. Today i'm on my way to Kai Ping; a forgotten town southeast of Guangzhou. I heard wong kar wai was just there finishing his three years film project, on yet another ipman memoir. I wonder how much more story can they squeeze out of the poor man before the world gets bored and moved on to another kungfu superhero. Better still, i wonder when will hollywood do an ipman version of their own, and screw it up with zac efron or that harold guy from harold&kumar as the lead. I wonder when..

The endless drive across the gloomy morning sky was rather a depressing trip this morning. Spread across a vast landscape of paddy fields and fruit trees were tiny villages of not more than ten brick houses, each a little fairy tale of its own. I see chimneys burning a sky of clouds as mothers prepare breakfast for her child before the little ones cycle off to school. I see fathers sitting outside the house, enjoying his last puff of cigarette before work starts for the day.

I do sometimes crave for life simplicities like this.

Wong Kar Wai's Filming Set :D

Today I Shall Curse

2011-06-23T02:04:00.002+08:00

Thanks. I really need that, you @#&*/!!!

Free Range

2011-05-22T17:14:00.001+08:00

Some days i feel like this. Today is one of those days. Hmmph.

Random Nothing

2011-05-17T14:16:00.000+08:00

Mind Games

2011-04-18T17:53:00.008+08:00

Sometimes i think the mind is built to torture the life it belongs to. Truth is, responsibilities had kept me sane. I thank god everyday i still have that; responsibility, not my sanity. Although sometimes i secretly wish i don't have both. Wouldn't it be better to live a life worry-free in an institution than going thru hell everyday with worries and unexplained feelings?

'SuperMods Enter Rehab' by Miesel for July 2007 issue of Vogue Italia

I'm not going to be bitter

2011-04-16T11:49:00.012+08:00

I cried a bit in the shower this morning. I guess i had to. People mourn over death; i do it for flings too. For the coming week or so, i'll probably be as cheerful as a death choir. You'll catch me daydreaming behind the fire escape and i'll most likely lose all my appetite for life, but i'll get over it eventually. It always does. A proper closure, some would say.

Why did i let myself go that far is beyond me. The only logical explanation i could devolve out of it is that, being single for x* amount of time has totally screwed up my whole self control; my inner james dean coolness as i would like to tweet. I ended up putting myself at the edge of the cliff and dive heads on into a pretend relationship only i am aware of. Some would say delusional, jessica puts it as thinking with a cock.

What i hate most was coming up to you three saturdays ago, throwing myself out like a kitten on heat and totally, utterly turn into a justin beaver fan on strike.

And just for the spike of it, sex was only mediocre to say the most. Those porn star moves of yours are a tad too fancy for real life sex, so i would suggest you lay it off infinitely. What i'll prolly missed most are your kisses. Oh, and those early morning urges. Damn.. now i need to go down to a nudie bar and actually pay someone for sex. Hmmph.

Somehow i feel so much better now.

* A duration that's far too long to be single. In fact, its down right shameless.

Ohh wow, that's a really big photo of myself. Blogspot glitch, i guess? :P

Mulberry Spring/Summer 2011 Short Film

2011-03-23T23:20:00.003+08:00

Need another reason why i lurve.. lurve.. LURVE the arrival of spring?

Coco Rocha for John Lewis

2011-03-22T19:36:00.003+08:00

I'm liking the whole pastelly/retro-ish/mad man inspiration captured in john lewis' spring/summer 2011 lookbook featuring the lovely coco rocha. I especially adore the colours in these shots and is simply over joy with the return of storytelling in editorial.

Don't you just *heart* cherry blossom? Spring is here again folks!!

Bieber Fever

2011-03-21T10:50:00.003+08:00

I haven't forgotten about you guys. I'm just a bit busy. Hang on there k :)

Little Ashes

2011-02-26T00:29:00.016+08:00

Little Ashes. A glimpse into the forbidden love affair of spain's acclaimed duo; surrealist painter Salvador Dali and poet Federico Garcia Lorca, that tested the conservative morality of their time. For art idiots like myself, Salvador Dali is best known and loved for painting the melting clock that hangs on a dried tree branch in 'The Persistence of Memory'. Portraying the eccentric man himself was indeed a graveyard trip for twilight heartthrob, robert pattinson, but he did it with such flare that had me knickers twisted in a knot even the best boy scout could not help untie!

And if team edward is not exactly your cuppa, another gem that will have your heart racing like school girls on steroid is the spanish actor that played Federico Garcia Lorca; Javier Beltran. His accent in the film alone is enough of a reason to have me adding all #2843 javier beltran's on facebook, hoping one of them is him and i could finally put those restraining order against me to rest. *i still don't understand the nonsense why i have to be 50 yards away from my javier beltran at all times. Maybe the judge doesn't know that he's me lover, me soul mate and he's the one i would spend me life with eternally...

Ohh, and i did a video too with the new hair. VAIN.

2011-02-25T17:04:00.001+08:00

Blahhh...

2011-02-24T16:17:00.014+08:00

The blogging spirit in me has risen yet again. I think it might have something to do with my current effed up mood of watching the most intricate self-absorbing art films ever produced, and its screwing up with my inner logic for everything worth mentioning, hence my desire to express myself kicks in with a bang! that only bruno would understand. I've been in this serious blabbing mind set ever since spending seventy one minute watching pink narcissus last wednesday, which in my honest opinion totally took the cake for being the weirdest, most freakish film EVER to grace my desktop.

And all this week, with the horror of it still swimming in my thoughts, i've developed a secret love affair for the bright, otherworldly lighting in the film. It reminds me of pierre et gilles' stuff. Or more currently, rihanna's take on the whole psychedelic hues in her 'only girl' music video. I always dreamt hills to be in pink and skies to be in crayon purple to be honest. Seriously, i'm not rainbow loving for nothing ya know. I see things in illogical colours that andy warhol wished he could.

And with this power bestow upon me, i tried to pressure a fellow film director friend of mine to colour grade his current music video in that direction, but sadly, he declined without a second thought to it. Bastard child that he is, i do see his logic in it all. After all, one can hardly take a rock band seriously if they're drenched in bubble gum colours, can he?

Anyhoo, here's some shots from the shoot. And just in case you've been hiding underneath a rock, i'm the dude in mint green.

Ahh. I went for a haircut yesterday with lady yessica. And i must say, boy was i pleased with the end result. Its actually pretty much what i have been dying to have ever since i chopped off my zac efron-inspired locks a few years back. My photo reference; River Viiperi, as attached.

I only wish my new haircut comes with a free six pack. I will then die a happy camper for sure!

From Beginning to End

2011-02-15T18:49:00.006+08:00

Do Começo ao Fim is a film by brazilian filmmaker aluisio abranches. This is rather an unconventional film. It tell the story of two half brothers who develop a very close relationship as they are growing up in an idyllic and happy family. When they are young adults their relationship becomes very intimate, romantic, and sexual. Yes, i copied that entire sentence from imbd. And yes, the film deals with a relationship that is often considered taboo; incest. But, its really a nice film. Go watch it.

p/s : Work started over the weekend, and its screwing up my mood for posting. Hmm. Hopefully this feeling will not stay too long..

I Killed My Mother

2011-02-09T15:24:00.008+08:00

Ohkay. So this is SUPPOSED to be a film review, but i just could not help posting up photos of the director/actor instead. Which i thought was more relevant to the film than the film itself, coz' frankly, he stole the show from me the first few seconds he came on screen. I was gaga, nevertheless.

Meet Xavier Dolan; my current obsession of the week, and the talk of the film festival at the moment. He wrote, directed and acted in the film J'ai Tué Ma Mère or I Killed My Mother (in english) which won international press' attention when it was screened in 2009 cannes film festival. He's crazily talented, obsessively attractive and has an attitude to match.

J'ai Tué Ma Mère centers around hubert minel, a sixteen year old living in suburban montreal with his single mother. Hubert's mum is a pain. She complaints, nag and boss hubert EVERY single day about EVERY single thing, which of course, irritates the hell out of hubert. But little did she know, hubert has a little plan of his own that could kill her, not literally, but almost as painful. I killed My Mother is every teenage boy's revenge story, told in french :P

By the way, xavier dolan is only twenty one at the time this post is written. Bastard and a half!

Mr. Jem and the Holograms

2011-02-08T01:43:00.002+08:00

Something i did while waiting for an exceptionally long post to be uploaded. It's my take on how Jem and the Holograms would look like as a man in anime. Actually, i think i look more like adam lambert's background dancer if you ask me. Pretty FIERCE.

Rockaway Taco

2011-02-07T19:04:00.011+08:00

Oh Lord in high heaven, i have found my perfect taco bar/surf shop/juice counter/coffee hut in the WORLD!! Its Rockaway Taco at Rockaway Beach Queens, New York City. I just lurve the whole matter-a-fact layout that this guys have adapt to their shop. Its messy in a very artistic way that's intriguing and interesting to say the least. Every nook and corner of the shop has its own little personality that contributes to the whole effect that this place has.

Why can't we have something like this at the neighbourhood that i'm staying in? WHYYYY??!!

All photos are taken from the shelby, except for the last photo which was from rockaway taco's webpage. xoxo

Daydreaming AGAIN

2011-02-06T18:47:00.022+08:00

Ahh.. another boring day in paradise. Hmm. Well, boys and girls and tranny alike, let's all do something fun and exciting for today *said in a high-pitched, strident voice* That's me doing my thang for Dora the Explorer. Treat it as my little tribute to the downfall of our next generation all thanks to Playhouse Disney. Honestly, Barney the purple dino was way better, if you ask me.

Anyways, since it's the dawn of the lunar new year, let's daydream about what we would have accomplish if we have chosen a different route in life. Think, gywneth paltrow in the 1998 cult film sliding doors. Apply the same theory here. So, i'm thinking what if i'm less of a prune and be a lot adventures, would i still be working in advertising? What would i have done? Would i have led a different life? Would i be the wanna you guys have learned to love and adore? *puke* Haha.

If given that chance, i would pack my bags in a heartbeat, jet off to one of the scandinavian countries, work in a fish farm on weekdays, pluck herbs in the weekend and save enough to open my own concept store. The store would have findings from my frequent escapades to the likes of antique shops along cukurcuma caddesi in turkey, the flea market near st. ludmila cathedral in prague or underground designer pieces at changle lu, shanghai. I imagine the place to have worn out painted-white wood flooring, large french windows with thin rusty steel frames, high ceiling and preferably with an open mezzanine floor to work as a small office. I'll have odd out furniture lining the pleasure ground, heavy off-white fabrics to drape the windows, and have enough sunlight to escape through, to keep the store in the feeling of the first day of summer, where the breeze of spring still lingers in the air. I'll call the store, Rusty.

p/s : As always i have a confession to make. I really seriously have no idea where most of these photos are from. Hence, if any of this is yours and you want them down, let me know ya..

So, all together once again now, 'i love you, you love me, we are all a fa-mi-ly'

Homely Me

2011-02-04T13:44:00.016+08:00

Its been a slow day at home today. The lunar new year has so far proved to be a boring affair. It could be because i'm all stuck in the city with no hometown to go back to and frankly, there's just nothing much to do around here. Most of the shops and eateries are all close for the festive, and malls are fairly empty with ghostly figures of people stranded in the city like me. No fun there!

In between all these boredom, i've put up some interior photos that i think would go perfectly well with my current interest in the whole forties suburb pastelly look. I personally lurve the rusty/peel off textures in this interiors. I think pale out violet and turquoise is a great palette to work with alongside monotone wallpaper and off white walls. Vintage suitcases, age-old mirrors, hard cover books and 1920's inspired tin containers add little sparkles to the interior.

I now can't wait to go antique hunting again in malacca. Hmm.. perhaps a day trip would be perfect to lift up my festive mood. xoxo.

* Photos are taken mainly from jubella, apartment therapy and the shelby. Happy Lunar New Year everyone!! :D

Me Love You Long Time

2011-02-03T10:34:00.014+08:00

Hey, i've been back home for about a week now. Bangkok was exhausting. Not work, but the city itself. I often find my thoughts drown behind the roaring of its urban growth, trapped amidst the dust of its buses and tuk-tuks.

Its great to be finally home.

I hate Making Decisions

2011-02-01T12:39:00.001+08:00

Decision; God's evil scheme of making us choose between things and let us regret about it afterwards.

Where am i?

2011-01-14T09:32:00.000+08:00

Have you ever had that moment where you wake up and you couldn't figure out where you are? As if the whole logic of your existence doesn't connect anymore. It feels almost like someone has emptied out every corner of your brain. And nor matter how hard you try to remember; you just couldn't fit the puzzle back onto the board. Strangely enough, i've come to like these feelings. The thought of being non-existence, of not knowing where and not understanding why is like a roller coaster ride to me; both creepy and intriguing at the same time.

I just had my dose of non-existence this morning; waking up to a strange and cold hotel room. Have you had yours lately?

By the way, the shots above was taken from a location recce i did back home with candy right before i left for work here. It was taken in a rusty old photo studio downtown. Don't you just love that backdrop? xoxo

Want a dose of Justin B's nail polish?

2011-01-10T12:48:00.011+08:00

I woke up this morning, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, to the horror that was before my eyes. Imagine base-jumping off the sinkhole in the middle of guatemala city (you know, the hole that swallowed a house and a three-storey building a while back), times that by say.. #367265 and you'll get the weight of the horror i'm facing. Justin Beaver, the smooching young youtube sensation as we know him, has launched his own line of nail polish for Nicole by OPI! Shocker, rite! Jeez. What's worst is that the 'collection' was released at 3,000 walmart stores across united states and all 3,000 stores completely sold out!!! People, what is happening here? At times of our economy crisis is just at its baby step to recovery, we do not spend money on nail polish from a boy who haven't even finish high school. That's not wise. And i'm sure as hell its not spiritually sound to do so either. People, listen to me.. these whole justin beaver massacre is not cool. Not cool at all.

What's next? His own line of clip-on dentures for the oldies so they can belt out his song without the fear of losing their teeth while at it? Jeez..

Somewhere

2011-01-09T13:41:00.011+08:00

I got to spent yesterday's afternoon in the good company of the lovely miss candy at her home at section seventeen; reading script and talking about short films, last christmas party, the horror (depending on how you see it) of bit torrent, and aldo's heels among other things. Other things as in like forcefully recounting back all her ex's and dissecting them into scum bags and weirdos. Ahh.. good ol' times. Won't you agree, miss candy?

I even got to watched one of her film, shot a few years back with hannah and craig, which i've been hearing about it for yonks. And although i was repeatedly interrupted by her constant bickering of whether i need a bite off her famous mushroom toast or if i need coffee, or a banana or that disfigured durian laying in her laundry room, i actually did enjoy the twenty minutes of it. I'm guessing her aussie hospitality hides an ulterior motive of throwing me off her film. She secretly wants me to dislike it for some odd reason which till now i could not clearly justify. She really is her own worst critic. Sign.

As i was leaving, she gave me a copy of Sofia Coppola's Somewhere. 'You'll love it!', that's what she says and boy, was she right! I've always been a fan of sofia's work. Virgin Suicide was on top of my must-see films of all time for years; Marie Antoinnette was a feast for the eye, although i do felt Lost In Translation was rather mediocre and lost to say the least.

Somewhere to me is brilliant film making. The storyline is simple, the cast lineup wasn't desirable mainly because i couldn't take chris pontius seriously after the whole jackass fiesta but what pulled it together was the whole intensity of the characters coming together emotionally in the most natural way, making it all feel real. And real is important. Real is where the heart felt begins. It's where you come to love the characters. It's where you connect them to your life and know that Somewhere is not just a fancy film.

The coolest part about Somewhere? It makes me think that i should really learn how to drive and get one of those ferrarris where you could put like groceries and stuff in the engine area. How cool! Oh, and also want one of those portable/foldable stripper pole as well. You'll never know when it'll come in handy.

Today's Inspiration : Delusional Post-War Soldier

2011-01-07T22:08:00.016+08:00

So, i had this recurring dream about me being in this post-war melodrama episode, and i woke up thinking maybe i should really stop watching blast from the past so many a times. And as i was ducking through my drawers trying to get dress for work, i pulled out this rather old and rather tight lil t-shirt i got from shanghai that totally reflect my whole post-war affair. And i thought, i should go to work as a retired-delusional-post-war-soldier-living-on-military-pension for the day!

My inspiration is partly taken from Ryan Kwanten's spread for the september '09 issue of GQ Magazine, and these dreamy fushia/blue unknown fashion editorial from jetroot.com. And in the photos, i was actually trying to pretend that i'm a channel surfing overweight couch potatoe soldier. I failed, obviously.

By the way, you can't really tell the details on my t-shirt, but its of some forties lieutenant shirt design printed on it. It even has this printed ray ban hanging from the printed breast pocket with a printed nametag on it. The whole nine yard! BUT then i remember why i seldom/never wear it. It has this really weird puff up cap sleeves. Yes, you hear me right, cap-effing-sleeves that puff up like cinderella's pumpkin dress! What a shocker.

Here's the unknown editorial from jetroot.com. I cannot stress enough that if these photos are yours and you want it down, please.. please don't hesitate to let me know. But before you do so, can you give me the number to your retoucher. I think i might need to hire him..

* I'll work harder to resemble my inspiration next time. These ones turned out rather half-baked actually :O

A Love Affair with Kitchen Stories

2011-01-06T16:30:00.005+08:00

I was out goggling (actually i was at home, on my bed in my sweats, but i guess 'out' makes me sound like i have a bit of a life.. so, just play along will ya.. ) As i was saying, i was out goggling and i came across this film review on Kitchen Stories. A 2003 norwegian film by Bent Hamer.

'Kitchen Stories centers around a swedish efficiency researchers who came to norway for a study of norwegian men, to optimize their use of their kitchen. Folke Nilsson is assigned to study the habits of Isak Bjørvik. By the rules of the research institute, Folke is on a twenty-four-hour call, and sat in a special strategically placed umpire's chair in Isak's kitchen. And, under no circumstances is Folke allow to be spoken to, or included in the kitchen activities. Somehow, Isak stops using his kitchen and observes Folke through a hole in the ceiling instead. However, the two lonely men slowly overcome the initial post-war Norwegian-Swede distrust and become friends'

*excerpt from wikipedia and imdb

Honestly, how bizarre/crazy/insane/willy wonka is that review? The story is damn twisted man, and i'm sure mr hamer would play down the whole craziness of the storyline and make it as subtle as just another gilmore girls moment. I will kill to get a glimpse of it. But thanks to my country and its amazing import laws, i guess i'll prolly be five hundred years old before i could get my hands on it. Why not go through amazon.com or steal it off bit torrent and shit? Well, #1, I don't particularly adore internet transactions. Its like a plaque i try to avoid. #2, I feel bad enough stealing tunes off the net, so i'll keep whatever left of my morals to refrain from downloading movies. I should be at least supportive of my industry. #3, I am just plain lazy. Simple as that.

Anyways, the whole grading and art direction of the film reminds me quite a bit of Fiona Quinn's 'Waiting for the summer' editorial with Emily Smith. I've always got this love affair for the whole forties suburb wash off pastelly look. Do you?

I've got something to say... kinda. Sorta.

2011-01-05T23:49:00.005+08:00

Ohkay... after looking at it now, i think i've got a serious case of crazee eyes. Almost alien-ish. Hmm... maybe i'm special after all *ponders*

I *heart Urban Dictionary

2011-01-04T10:51:00.000+08:00

muscle mary
n pl maries

A muscle guy (both straight and gay) who knows and sings, often in private, all the words to Christian Aguilera's 'Beautiful'. Broadway musicals, Liza Minelli CDs and his steroid set-up are among the stuff he'll save in a fire @ urbandictionary.com

Buahahaha...wth! :D

Two Thousand Eleven VS Iliann Loeb

2011-01-03T10:30:00.019+08:00

If you know me as a real person and not just words from cyberspace, you'll prolly know that i'm a wuzz. No really. I have peanuts in exchange of guts. I'm not proud but i guess if you're living in karma one too many days, it does things to your head. And in my case, i guess i've turned into a wuzz. Think dobby, the house elf with oriental eyes.

So, for my two thousand eleven new year's resolution, i’ve decided i would like to be a bit braver. I'll be more vocal with my thoughts and i'll put regret in the back seat and just do things i really truly want to do. Which sadly brings me to Iliann Loeb's winter 2011 collection. I'm a big fan of earth tones, knitted sweats, faux fur shearling jacket (thanks to lady yessica) and the lot, but somehow from their lookbook the collection awfully resembles a scary crossover between pirate of the caribbean and jean paul gaultier's spring 2008 collection. Imaginative, but its been done far too many times to be anything genuine. The fabric and its textures looks fantastic though, but it doesn't do justice enough to be retrospective in the new year, does it? Hmm..

See, criticizing some poor designer's hard work is not that difficult. I can be brave. Wait. What's that feeling deep down inside my stomach? A regret bubble, perhaps. Ohh... i'm beginning to feel awful. Maybe I should take a breather and go lie down.

By the way, thank you two thousand eleven, you have turned me into a monster. Meh.

Current Obsession : Tavi Gevinson, the Style Rookie

2011-01-02T15:37:00.012+08:00

You know how every boy child is always gaga/smitten/obsess over the aspect of building the next metropolitan with legos when they were young. Well, every other boy child that is, for i was a tragic case of becoming my sister's unwilling slave and would end up every evening religiously doing laundry for her dolls. Yes, i was her maid at a tender age of four. Now that's what i call leadership, mister prime minister :P

Anyhoo, the time i spend away from my legos were wasted on mix-matching micro minis and lacy shinny leggings for her dolls, and to think about it now, it wasn't that bad of an experience actually. Playing dress-up can be fun, just asks Tevi Gevinson of the Style Rookie fame. She's the current fashion wunderkind (at least to me) that has an amazing sense of style and a flair to mash up her findings from thrift shops to hand-me-downs into something betsey johnson would approve. Not many of us can boost about posting an entrée from the front row of new york fashion week, rubbing shoulder pads with marc and yohji, or becoming a muse to rodarte's kate and laura mulleavy. All that done even before her fourteen birthday! How can i not be obsess and a tad bit jealous?

Just last september New York Post points out that it was Gevinson's third season at Fashion Week, and she received invitations to four shows this season "two more than either courtney love or kanye west got" according to Fashion Week Daily. Eat that, biatch!

Tevi Gevinson by Jamie Morgan for Pop Magazine, August 2009

Current Mood, 01.01.11

2011-01-01T18:30:00.004+08:00

Ashley Smith and Tali Lennox by Trish Stephenson for Topshop / Cassi Van Den Dungen for Kym Ellery's SS 10/11 Collection / Chasing Wolves by Harper Smith for Factory Winter 2010 / Edita Vilkeviciute by Camilla Akrans for Industrie Magazine / Talc's New Collection Lookbook / Baja Trama via behance.net / The Cats Meow by Macushla Burke for Pulp Magazine / The Morning After by Theo Gosselin / This Haze by Garth Badger and Stephen Tiley for Remix Magazine / Kids Voque via mydailystyle.es / Massimo Dutti via mydailystyle.es / *2 x Unknown Editorials / Yasmin Bidois by Jessica Sim for Britomart Scenezine

* I couldn't recall and locate where these editorials are from. Do let me know if you knew their source. And if the photos are yours and you want it down, don't hesitate to let me know! :D

Jonatan Cantero

2010-12-25T12:44:00.016+08:00

I absolutely love, love, love these amazing illustration from Jonathan Cantero. It reminds me of miyazaki's spirited away in a quirky alien-ish way. I like how imaginative he is as an artist to totally erase the logic in his thoughts and paints a world of his own. See how he never explain why some sombrero wearing mechanic doctors are controlling a giant chili or why there's a pet shop of dinosaurs. Its all part and parcel of the charm he has on his illustrations. What can i say, i'm a fan.

This are just some work he did for an advertising agency Sra. Rushmore for CEPSA 2011 Calendar. Illustrated by Jonathan Cantero, and coloured by Toni Infante.

L'officiel Lithuania

2010-11-30T13:33:00.003+08:00

The first issue of L'officiel Lithuania features a cover shot by Tomas Kauneckas with models Dalia and Indre. The accompanying editorial is styled by Ona Blu. Its refreshing to see the return of such details in editorials after the whole photoshop craze. Bliss.

Vicky B for Elle

2010-11-20T14:21:00.001+08:00

Victoria Beckham for the October issue of Elle. I've always been a big fan of Victoria's editorials. She's amazingly good when it comes to giving that retarded, carrot-up-the-ass look in her styling. You just got to love her!

Pause Titles

2010-08-28T17:32:00.006+08:00

btry.tv

Shame

2010-08-27T19:18:00.004+08:00

I've always find robbie williams to lurve a good laugh in his videos. 'Shame' here is no exception. But to have gary barlow getting all misty eye and lukewarm in that video is way hilarious. Embedded off from perez, here's a first glimpse for you perv out there! :D

Shanghai Dreamers

2010-08-20T09:34:00.017+08:00

Its great to see that House of Dior has once again collaborate with Tianjin born artist Quentin Shih in a series of image for Dior’s new flagship store in Shanghai, after their last team up back in 2008. The series unveiled as ‘Shanghai Dreamers’ pictures a western model in full Dior’s glory, painted among a mass crowd of Chinese clones in a surreal, almost morbid lollipop-style photography. The visuals have since attract an unhealthy string of controversial surrounding the racism of Quentin’s idea itself, but it’s undoubtedly a feast for the eye and a kick at the groin for many aspiring artist his caliber.

photographs courtesy of quentin shih

Patience

2010-08-17T02:12:00.000+08:00

I consider myself as someone who has great patience. Who rarely scream at check out counters when the service are slow, or give evil eyes to the waitress for taking the wrong order or tearing my hair apart at the toll booth after a super long queue. But this dude at connecticut defies it all. Dalton Ghetti has the most boring hobby in the universe. Working as a carpenter by profession, he hand-craves pencils lead into teeny tiny sculptures, just for the fun of it. And he does it all without the help of a magnifying glass!! PURE WACKO!

Amazing right!

Amazeball

2010-08-01T10:59:00.015+08:00

Recovering sunday doesn't gets any better than being transfix into the visual wonders of Quayola, where art and space collide and mutate into transitory objects, allowing the real and the artificial to coexist. Yes, i copied those exact words from his website, but nonetheless, i am amaze.

The Strata project consist in a series of films, prints and installations investigating improbable relationships between contemporary digital aesthetics and icons of classical art and architecture. Like in geological processes, layers belonging to different ages interact with one another producing new intriguing formations.

The terms Strata defines a geological formation made of multiple layers of rocks. Each one of these layers has its own individual characteristics and history, which combined produce beautiful and unique formations...

BRIEFCASE

2010-07-24T17:51:00.003+08:00

My Favourite Things

2010-07-04T23:27:00.021+08:00

The sixties. Vintage suitcase. Rollerblading. Packing for a trip. Tom Ford. Smoker's finger. Boots' rosehip body butter. Sofia Coppola. Dancing at two in the morning. Pride and Prejudice. Smell of old photographs. The Nanny. Toiletries. Chuck Palahniuk. Soft linen. My gray cardigan. Proper table manners. Pull and Bear's polka dot sneakers. Virginia's mushroom sandwich. Topshop. Merry-go-round. Sunday cartoons. Sound of the washing machine. Marie Antoinette. Cold wooden flooring. British accent. Burned match. Mark Haddon. Photoshopping on a sunday. Aeroplane food. Chartreuse. Wooden window sill. Malacca. Dandelions. Washing my hair in the sink. Miniature.

Inspired by rackk and ruin

A Single Man

2010-07-03T13:13:00.018+08:00

I know its very obsolete of me to be saying this, but i actually just finished 'a single man' by tom ford, after a long while of it being release into the theatre. And i lurve it. Absolutely lurve it!

You see, i've always been a loyal audience to colin firth ever since he came out of the lake all soaking wet in pride and prejudice, but the last hour or so spent watching the movie was everything i ever needed to fall back in love with him again. Gawd. I don't think people are engineered in that fine manner anymore. If only i was in england, with a couple more years on my shoulder, blonde and with legs up to the neck, i would snatch him in a heartbeat.

But alas, i'm am not and will never be that bitch. Haha. And i'm also not here to tell you about the story of 'a single man', for you need to see it yourself to truly admire the beauty of it. Besides, i believe there's far too many reviews done on it that simply might have ruined the magic tom ford has installed for us. I wouldn't want to add salt to the wound. I'm merely here to remind you to ogle at that fine specimen of the man himself, colin firth, in his finest moment.

Boner Alert!

2010-07-02T18:49:00.006+08:00

This is what i've gathered from this rather peculiar set of fashion spread a friend of mine, leia, shown me a couple of months back. The photographer is either nekkid at the time of event, or simply these are all very good looking monks that has lead solitary lives, abstaining from any form of sexual contact for a remarkably long period of time. Cause clearly, they look like they're in pain and seek some sort of release from their sorrows. Somebody please help them. I'm developing a hernia just looking at it.

These were grab from the net sometime ago, thus i'm not able to give reference to where i've gotten hold of them. I promise though i'll do better in the future, for i'll most certainly give credit where credit is due. Scout honour dictates so. And you know me and my fondness for those damn scout boys :P

BRIEFCASE

2010-06-27T21:29:00.002+08:00

26th June 2010

2010-06-26T19:51:00.005+08:00

Warning. You're about to read the epic life story of a twenty something, caught in a whirlpool of mindless bitching, constant mood swing and the occasional meltdown, with the usual tequila shot thrown into it all. Consider yourself warned.

So, there i was at the capital city of complaint, or formally known as Singapore, last weekend with a pocketful of currency, which i went and blew it on some nonsensical pair of navy blue dockers from topman, some twilight green headphones at bugis, mositurizers and the rest on cab fares. Mrt is just too complicated in my opinion. The whole route map itself is like a crash course in bomb diffusing, the ticketing machine doesn't eat notes for some weird reason and those damn escalators are like on speed or something. A killing machine if you ask me. Confirmed lawsuit.

Then Hermès and Massino D, was closed post flash flood, which was a pity cause i was hoping to get some mud stained trousers, or disintegrated shirts out of it. Nowadays, i'm all for not letting ruined couture goes to waste, and i'm sure dressing up in the tone of a homeless can be quite enticing. Wouldn't you agree?

19th June 2010

2010-06-19T23:38:00.002+08:00

Right at this moment, on the bus heading towards singapore for the weekend, i've decided, over the reruns of 'Bridget Jones, the Diary of a Legendary Spinster', to start an online diary of my own, depicting my amazingly boring life as i slowly ease into the big three o. I'm Wanna *obviously not my real name for i'm no manners like that*, aged 29++, a post junkie of the boom boom room fame, who never fails to break his yearly resolution of quitting his day job in tv commercial and be done with the fake fake world of advertising. Weight roughly between a sack of rice and a gunny of potatoes, i'm a non-smoker with a weak heart for everything sparkly. An alcoholic by choice, and single by fate, i've had two previous relationship that totally screwed up my whole constitution on loyalty, and that fine line that pushes it to infidelity. My one aim in life right now is to get thru this father's day weekend, avoiding the starry eyes of Molly the Mole, my sister's mother-in-law, and her verbal pyrotechnic concerning my marital preference and how pitiful it must be to be single, almost thirty and still staying with his parents. The last thing i need right now is to feel like i'm at the receiving end of a firing squad.

And just for the record, i'm a rainbow loving guy, who has every plan of marrying shia labeouf if not josh duhamel for i'm not choosy AT ALL, who really hates monopoly, and who most possibly owns the hairiest pair of legs in the whole of kuala lumpur. xoxo

BRIEFCASE

2010-05-27T21:22:00.000+08:00

Something i did for a friend. Let's just hope it'll be a monthly affair.

BRIEFCASE

2010-04-25T22:18:00.003+08:00

BRIEFCASE

2010-04-15T21:57:00.002+08:00

The Perfect Getup For A Day At The Cemetery

2010-03-28T11:17:00.006+08:00

With the season of ching ming well on its way, its only logical that we gear ourselves with the ultimate survival outfit that would guaranteed to fought all mortal evils at the cemetery (aka the pushy ah soh fighting for a spot to 'chap' her three hundred sticks of joysticks) and make it thru the day without any trace of sweaty armpits and mud stained trousers. Remember, its all about being glamorous while doing the miniscule of things, without compromising ones well being in the social ladder. Anyhoo, back to the business at hand, the utmost important must-have would be the uv protected all round big ass sunglasses that should never, never leave ones face upon arriving at the cemetery's parking lot. And with the ozone layer thinning away quicker than bragelina can adopt another third world child to be their own (hate her and all her lips with the power of a thousand sun), its only wise to slap on a good measure of sunscreen all over, to avoid looking like a half-baked puerto rican. I recommend carrying one of those travel size ones for easy access. Now, the third thing on the list would be the ideal shoe. Military boots would be perfect for an occasion like this, seeing that its been raining religiously every evening, it makes tracking thru the cemetery hunting for your gram’s grave easier. Also, the whole saving-private-ryan-look is very becoming this season, flaunting thru many runways for spring 2010, which i'm sure even the ever divine uncle karl of chanel heaven would approve. And for the rest of the outfit, it should consist of an old beat up pair of skinnies to maximize keeping mud at bay, and some random cotton round necks of your choice. Try not to look too fancy to avoid looking like you're actually enjoying yourself at the cemetery coz' that would be just sad, but not too shabby also to be mistaken as a member of the decease. Opt for colors that are of the earth tone hues like dried-up-mud beige, not-enough-chlorophyll green or tombstone grey to heighten the whole military look at its best. With all these in gear, it’s a surefire that you'll be burning joystick in style before you know it!

Remember, you can always stay religious without looking like a monk. Like how paris hilton would put it, 'Dress cute wherever you go, life is too short to blend in'

Au revoir!

Texts from HELL!!

2010-03-08T13:56:00.009+08:00

I was spring cleaning my mobile for the new year (i know, this post is three months late!!), when i came across truck loads of the shiteous texts EVER from my good-for-nothing friends. Idle hands are truly evil workshop!

'Fuck You'
* from Office Bitch, 9 Dec '08

'Alas, my frail self has succumb to this wretched illness. And it has reduced me to nothing more than a menial vegetable, unable to move. So here i will lay, confined by these four walls as i await for the help to return with the good doctor. I pray you have a good day'
* from Lady Yessica, 18 Dec '08

'What sweet words from your courteous yet humble self, dear mr wanna, great knight of the faggotary puff. I will be looking forward to seeing you tonight at the grand ball'
* from Lady Yessica, 20 Dec '08

'My vijayjay does suction tricks with my boyfriend and he loves it'
* from Drama Queen, 21 Dec '08

'Fact of the matter is you'll hate to lose a lifetime of free rides'
* from Drama Queen, 28th Dec '08, in regards to my endless pursuit to get a driving license.

'Ayam kambing bag'
* from Michelle, 21st April '09

'Talk to me, leave me alone!'
* from Soo, 3rd May '09. I have no idea what drove him to texting me such nonsense.

'Hello and how is our fine sexay mama of exotic proportions doing on this equally fine and sexay steamy hot saturday afternoon? Surely you must be basking yourself in your exquisite godliness. It has been moons since i've the luxury of experiencing your intense godlike aura'
* from Lady Yessica, 30th May '09

'I looove u too? Has your sperm been going anywhere worthy? Tissues? Datuks hands? Bathroom walls? Miss u bitch!'
* from Code Name Candy, 18th Aug '09

'Did your face get scratched? Are you ugly?'
* from Code Name Candy, 22nd Aug '09, in regards to my air bag explosion tragedy on a highway.

'Sorry i know i should care... but i am so busy with my big huge giant job. If u start drooling, get blur vision or think for a second you are a man, please hospitalize yourself...PETA have free rooms'
* from Code Name Candy, 22nd Aug '09, in regards to my air bag explosion tragedy on a highway.

'Hey you... I have a gift for you. It's my number! Ta-Da! Do you like it? :P'
* from Dave, The Barbarian, 30th Aug '09

'Whenever I have any free time I shall give a random woman a visit'
* from Lord Jesus, 5th Oct '09. Never mind him. He's generally a slut.

'Oh my god, i'm so excited! She's actually not in the same standings as a bangla anymore hahaha'
* from Hamtaro, 10th Nov '09, in regards to lady yessica getting her identification card done after many many years of losing it.

'And now, if she's ever caught by police and has to do naked squats in prison, at least she has rights to go complaining to MCA. Last time, no ic cannots!'
* from Hamtaro, 10th Nov '09, in regards to lady yessica getting her identification card done after many many years of losing it.

'I also think the brands chicken thing is good for me. Look at how much booze i can consume today'
* from Lady Yessica, 11th Nov '09

And yes, i was a blondie for a day. Couldn't handle all the fun that came with the shade :P

Farewell Two Thousand Nine!!

2009-12-30T21:15:00.012+08:00

I'm about to finish work for two thousand nine. And from where i am now, in my hotel suite in freezing shanghai, hours away from the unfriendly meeting room at hangzhou, i really can't wait for the holidays to begin. It’s been a long dreadful day of bumpy highway rides, freezing walkways, rude mandarin speaking clients and steamy taiwanese sausages. But I'm super glad that the meeting went perfectly fine, which is always a good news, and after a quick recap with the bangkok team, so that they too could cool off the steam and enjoy the holidays, i'll be officially off work for the year. Finally.

And across the room on her messed up bed, Lady Yessica is busy flaunting her purchases to me in between my emails, going on and on about her clever bargains and impulsive steals. Haha. Glad she's having fun. Tomorrow we'll be wandering the streets of shanghai in our foxy winter gears, having a xiao long pau feast, invading the land of faux goods and hopefully we'll bump into a concubine or two in between all that :)

So, here's a sweet goodbye to two thousand nine and let's hope that two thousand ten would be ecstatically better for all of us. No arguments. No fights. Just heaps of love and endless peace all around. God bless.

its snowwwing!!

*think warm* *think warm* arghhhh

alcoholics unite :)

even michael did a cameo

hairy new year!

Twenty Twelve

2009-11-20T23:24:00.014+08:00

I just got home from watching twenty twelve. Had a couple of aspirin over the tap. Down whatever balance of gin i could get hold of in my secret stash deep in my cabinet, and after a few quick minutes of waiting for the heartbeat to sink, i sat down on my desk and blurted out unremorsely onto my mac..

Gosh! I had somehow discover in the horriblest fashion possibly known to human being, why i have always hated watching year end blockbusters so much. You know, those december flicks that commonly center around that one particular topic; the end of the world/armageddon/apocalypse/, as repeated in bruce willis's armageddon, keanu reeves's the day the earth stood still and will smith's i am legend.

I realized i'll instantly develop a stream of panic attacks just thirty minutes into the movie, and for the rest of the two and a half hours, i'll managed to chewed three quarter of my nails off, while my heart beat makes a trip over the ecg monitor and dive straight into a minor heart attack. Totally not my ideal way of spending my hard earn eleven bucks. I would prefer poking my eyes a hundred millions time than sitting thru the last three hours that i just had.

But drama queen moments aside though, twenty twelve was remarkably well cg-ed from where i seat. It makes transformer looking like a back seat pussy. The cast line up was very well ensemble, which shows you do not need 'the-brad-and-angelina' cast to pull the rating of a movie. *I hate that bitch by the way.

Lesson learned from twenty twelve;

Need to relocate to Africa coz' its safer there. But try to avoid johannesburg or district nine specifically.
Take flying lesson and preferably on planes with multiple engines.
Carries sleeping pills with me at ALL time, so that i could easily pop one and zoned out when disaster comes. I'm a pussy like that.
And i so need to a date a tibetan monk. Although I do wonder, where do they hang out? Oh, can one actually date a monk? Maybe tibetans are more lenient.

i'm so gonna be hanging out in temples...

Pledge This!

2009-11-14T01:16:00.006+08:00

I'm working on a pledge to stop drinking...at least till the end of the month. Coz' little did i realized, i've been on a drinking binge for a while now and i doubt it's doing much good to my liver. I'm not even sure if there's any liver left in me after all those booze. So yes, i am refraining myself from the flirtatious holler of any intoxicating drinks, be it wine, tequila, champagne or my current fav, martini. It would be tough but if i plan to suffer at old age, i should at least try to live long enough. I owe myself that much.

So, step one in doing so is to ditch all my alcoholic fiends. There isn't much point in reasoning with them about not engaging in their nightly alcohol worshipping, coz' that would be as impossible as asking madonna to quit gym. So the best is to totally just ditch them. It’s less hazardous that way. They need to know i'm a reform man, who needs to make a living with his life on loan from god. Oh gawd! Who am i kidding here? Me, a man? Jeez...

So boys and girls and transvestite alike, stop inviting me over for a boozy tête-à-tête. You got to leave your kitchen sink melodramas to someone else, coz' frankly, this gay boy of yours can't handle his drinks anymore.

Eddie, the seksi dancer and his demons :P

P/s: You do know this is purely fiction and i'll probably be hitting back tequila shots in another two hours, rite? :P

A Toast To Singleton!!

2009-11-11T21:27:00.001+08:00

I think i have grown to acknowledge that i am doom to singleton foreva (no. not the scotch whisky but rather a term that me and sister bliss have brew up for single ladies like us). Anyhow, yes, i think i'm not built for relationship. And the longer i stay single, the more i crave for extra down time to be alone and not be disturbed by the echo of a relationship. I sure sound like a party popper for all you lovebirds reading my blogs, but hey, i'm just saying that i'm sure some people are just meant to be single. And hooray for me, i'm holding onto one of the golden ticket, for i doubt i'll ever let myself be thrown into the submissive void i give birth to every time i find myself in a relationship. I don't ever want to revisit the la la land of compromise only because the code of relationship dictates so. I'll stick with subtle whoring for now, thank you very much!

But mind you, just so it’s clear, i am not the least jaded about love. I am a true believer of prince charming and his bloody white horse. And i worshipped the whole she bang bang that mills and boon are based on. All i'm saying is that, we do not need to be in a relationship just because we are in love. But then again, i don't really support open relationship either, coz' that was what effed up my last relationship… oh well, i'm just confuse then. As usual. And i'm psycho babbling about it here. So, just kindly ignore me and go google something. Anything.

Hola!

2009-11-08T19:37:00.002+08:00

I'm feeling like a stranger on my own blog. Weird.

Before and after. And after after.

2009-09-27T22:04:00.009+08:00

I have officially turned into a photoshop junkie. I need rehab.

Like how lilmissmei would say it, 'ngor leng moh?'

Dodge, Burn and Sponge!

2009-09-25T18:01:00.017+08:00

As usual, i took a stroll with my trusted photoshop one fine morning, while waiting for the contractor to waste more of my time with the renovations, when i came across the little buttons of dodge, burn and sponge. And boy, was i giddy in puberty rush! I even did a little victory dance to me-self :)

Although, i’m quite sure the overworked cement boy who’s been eyeing me, is wondering why in gods name is the himbo doing the mummy limbo at the stairway all by himself. And i bet he’s probably cursing too for having to leave his dainty sulawesi village to work with a weirdo who spends wayyy too much time on his mac and not enough at the hairdresser. Fyi, i so need a haircut. Anyone who has seen me these days prolly thinks i’m looking a lot like chaka khan, minus the hippo face, that is.

Pardon me language. I’m vulgar like that.

The visual before, and...

the cause of the shameless dance :D

Mr Jennifer's Body

2009-09-20T13:27:00.004+08:00

Sorry mister boss...i was REALLY bored.

office | m a t t e r

2009-08-10T14:43:00.006+08:00

Last weekend we had a small photo shoot for a newsletter at muffin's pad. I kinda like the result pretty much. Very psychedelic baby... :D

East Coast Road Trip

2009-07-10T22:23:00.024+08:00

Okay, maybe the 'i *heart* ny' car plate was a tad pretentious than intended, but i bet if i did swing by to new york someday, i'll surely heart it. I've got a good feeling about it. So, lets put the sign as a little premonition of one of the places to visit before the satan summons me. Which, i pray really hard, would be a long time more to go coz' i'm just too fabulous for hell right now or even for the tens of years to come. Wait till my lips shrink into a prune, and gravity pulls my eye bags down till its touches my chin and my hips can no longer support my head, satan can have its way with me. Not right now!! Oy, there goes the yapping voice of mine again projecting all across blogsphere. Totally irrelevant. Haha.

Anyway, yes, the road trip. I just got back from a road trip. Nowhere far or abroad, just the east coast. And my, the east coast is TOTALLY SCANDALOUS!! Unexpected as it might sound, and believe me i wasn't looking for it too at the beginning, but boy did i have a blast!

P.S. It's one of my longest post and i sound awfully lot like a mad tour guide. So beware!

I think this picture was taken along karak highway. That is, if karak highway is the highway to go to kuantan from kuala Lumpur. If not then, well, its not la. Haha. Coz’ every highway looks the same to me somehow. I’m retarded like that.

Another highway shot. This one was taken from the route between kuantan and kuala terengganu. It’s awfully quiet that day. I just *heart* traveling during weekdays on non-holiday dates. It’s fantabulous to the tee :D

Rantau abang, terengganu. A definite must go for sunbathers longing for a quiet beach side escape. Although, try not to don your most minuscule bikini, for chances of you being gunnysack beaten and stuck up the drain is pretty high, if so! :P

Tengku zaharah mosque, kuala terengganu. One of my favorite mosques among the hundreds. Built on a floating platform, that leads to a river, the mosque screams serenity, pure and calm. The whole white on white feels reminds me of some of the mosques in turkey.

The park around tengku zaharah mosque. A splendid place for sordid activities behind the bush. Haha. Kidding. Don’t do it or you too would be gunnysack beaten and stuck up the drain. And that would not be a very pretty sight. No. Not pretty at all.

Tucked at a corner along kuala terengganu’s chinatown, you’ll find this dainty little chinese temple. A vibrant touch to stroke away the monotone of kuala terengganu.

Taken along some of the villages in kuala terengganu. Gawd! Our survey and mapping department comes up with the oddest village names ever. They should be given a medal for their somewhat creative idea. Among the weirdest would be; Kampung Belum Baru (Not New Village), Kampung Seterus (Next Village), Kampung Tiong (and next to it is Kampung Chiong), Kampung Tiram Buruk (Bad Oyster Village), and there’s even a highway called, Lebuhraya Pusing (in indonesian that would mean, Headache Highway...haha) Thank God we live in such an awesome country. Now you see why I salute the flag every morning.

The main bridge that takes you to the crystal mosque in kuala terengganu. My picture of the mosque didn’t turn out quite well but its another must see, for it’s the first smart mosque EVER equipped with IT facilities and WiFi coverage. So now, one can technically log on and pray :D

Moonlight beach, kelantan. The very edge of our east coast shoreline. Beware though, for its massively inhabited every evening with bus loads of kids flying kites over the horizon while their parents enjoy a sunset meal along the many malay restaurants found on the beach.

The road to cherating. Shady. A perfect spot to have the windows down and dooze off under the windy sky.

The endless paddy fields of kuala terengganu.

Visit wat phothivihan, kelantan and you’ll find the longest sleeping buddha of its kind in southeast asia.

Tumpat, the smallest district in kelantan, is just a step away to thailand. For me its sort of like a prelude to thailand, where you’ll experience an overcrowding swamp of tourist, trying to buy EVERYTHING under the sun while juggling with five kids and their in-laws. It’s crazily insane.

Taken at one of the stopover between the journey from kelantan to ipoh. The boundless mountainscape is a soothing sight away from the usual cityscape found at home.

The coconut plantations along ipoh to kuala selangor. Easily one of my favorite roads EVER!!

And finally, as you can see, i was a jolly good spot throughout the road trip. And that’s a perfect reason for some camwhoring :D

Bela Borsodi

2009-07-10T16:39:00.005+08:00

Am at michelangelo now, waiting to get my design ideas heard. I hate waiting. I find it a really horrible way to pass time. And waiting makes me bored. And when I’m bored, I like to take the photoshop for a little spin and *drum roll*, I give you my little impression of bela borsodi for v magazine.

Mine, is of course way less impressive and more covered up, while he’s just screams censorship out loud! Have a look at his website and you'll know what i mean. Cheerio!

Vintage Thursday

2009-07-09T15:22:00.003+08:00

Just a little something that i came up for a friend's website awhile back. Jeez, its been yongs since i last heard from them. Wonder if they have found another friend to replace me. That lucky bastard!

I see EYES

2009-07-08T13:51:00.003+08:00

Mid-week art injection from the big ol' stinkarooni ME :D

я любовь русский человек!! aka I love russian men!!

2009-07-07T14:48:00.017+08:00

For the past month, i have been insanely addicted to google hogging. Its so damn alluring but in an evil way, like cupcakes to a fat lady. Dumbbells to a muscle mary. Poo-jabbing to boy george. You get the idea...

Anyways, what got me all hot and bothered was looking thru the many projects out there, where simply ideas turn into crazy shit ass art pieces. As such by the wonder boy of two dimensional photography, dmitry maximov.

P.S. His webpage is in a totally different language that looks awfully like pocahontas tree trunk inscription. Though I’m quite sure its in russian. Quite sure.

And ever since the flu have destroyed my social life, coz' going out is never an option anymore, i've got way too much time on my hands and tada...my little piece of dmitry. Not exactly the same, for my 2d really looks 2d while his just blends in perfectly well with the photograph but well, i'm an amateur. So sue me!!

Road Trip

2009-07-06T16:24:00.007+08:00

coming soon to you as morally bankrupt as possible!

Jelly Me

2009-06-28T21:21:00.006+08:00

I watched transformers with the girls a few nights ago, and boy, is shia labeouf gawwwjus or what!! I reckon if i could get a dollar every time i felt this ‘fiery’ sensation whenever i think of him, i'll probably retired before the third installation of transformers, suffered multiple second-degree burn and would smell very much like a toast. A good toast, that is, not those soggy, stale toast mum forced down my throat every morning when i was in school. Yuck! *shivering* I could still taste it after all this years. Which, if i daresay, explains why i can't be blame for my years of painkiller addiction and weekly therapy session, for i have a solid reasoning for doing so. Bad toast makes you a whacked job. Haha.

Anyhow, as i was saying, shia labeouf is simply gawwwjus! God, i don't think they make homosapiens as fine as him anymore, chimpanzee maybe but surely not humans. We're unfortunate in that sense. We should be saving our gene pool and not those lovely pink dolphins, wild eyes tibetan monkey and playful siberian tigers. They can wait for their turn. What’s more concerning is that our world is painfully lacking of good-looking guys (maybe girls too but hey, in all honesty, they does not concern me as much...sorry lilmissmei, i didn't mean you. You're different. You're not like those girls. You're eternally beautiful as always and only one of you is, well, ENOUGH) Oh. Oh. And i just want to say, i think i have selective blood scared. I'm not terrify when it comes to blood donation, cuts and bruises, but the slightest sight of head bursting, knuckles popping and flesh ripping blood flow would send me straight to the floor, gallivanting with death. I guess I’m one of those who have a problem with ugly blood. Wait. What am i saying here? God, i sure am in a babbling mood today. Yapping away, almost forgetting why i'm writing this post. Shitezaaa! Am i turning into a yenta?!! Next thing i know, i'll be hitting thirty, with an eating binge whenever i get depressed and still living with my ma...wait a minute, did i just predict my future in the clearest fashionable way possible? No. Nah. I couldn’t be. I need a crystal ball to do that. While all i have is just a bald spot on my knee from my little stunt with the epilator and that could hardly pass up as a crystal ball even if i squint my eyes the smallest it could allow me.

Anyway, nonsense rambling aside, the whole transformers experience left me feeling a tad insecure somehow. I mean i doubt i’ll be able to fit into shia’s shoes or any superhero's shoes, for that matter, if given the chance to. I just don’t trust myself with the whole saving-the-world-before-bedtime-routine. I'll be freaking out half the time just thinking about the pressure i'll be shouldering. And to be completely frank, i can't run, jump, kick, punch, crawl and fight for the life of me. I'm useless like that. And i blame it all to my standard two p.e teacher for molding me into this lethargic jelly that i am. You don't teach hockey to a scrawny eight years old when the freaking hockey stick is taller than him, and not expect him to freaked out like a pansy and never sweat again. She effing ruin sports for me entirely.

*Sob* *Sob* So, run along now and let me be with my unheroic self. Oh, and before you go, hand me that bottle of whisky. I'll drown myself while i'm at it.

Goodnight and goodbye fellow bloggies.

Don't you just love projects!

2009-06-19T17:16:00.017+08:00

I love projects. Actually, i love starting a project more. Nothing beats the thrill of fabricating an idea into something more than just a snippet of my imagination. I'm a sucker for embarking on new adventures, fiddling with the unknown and to be an avant-garde of my own.

However, maintaining the whole project to the very end is the hardest part, one that i've never learned to master. You see, i'm a sturdy gemini with a fickle mind set of a senile eighty years old, who move on from projects quicker than a bored up twenty year old flipping thru channels. I'm handicapped in that sense. Oh, does it mean i'm legal to park at those handicap spots in ikea? Hmm.

Anyhow, a zippy shout out to the londoner who came up and finishes(!), the little people project, without whom i'll never truly understand how ginormous the world around me is.

Go visit little people and start a project of your own!

Where has the paper unicorn gone?

2009-05-12T20:12:00.004+08:00

I've somehow lost sight of the waltzing paper unicorn by the dusty sawdust lake. It was a long while since i last heard the silent chimes of its bell, shivering thru my thoughts. The silvery tiny bell worn around the circle of its unicorn, that twinkles with the slightest heartbeat. I wonder if darkness has painted its existence away. Erasing every solid bit of it, till i'm left without even an echo of its being.

I searched wildly at every room in my memory for the trace of the paper unicorn. Meddling with the quiet turbulence of my mind, dragging it past consciousness, into a vault of untrue reality where sparkles of imagination ignite the wildest dreams. And maybe, just maybe, i'll find my lost paper unicorn amidst the freezing sea of fallen possibilities.

Doodle-icious ME!

2009-02-17T21:54:00.005+08:00

This is what happen when you're stuck in the office with too much time to kill and not enough boys to play footsie with. You doodle. And doodle. And doodle away the hours till its time to hit the road back home again.

The Makeshift Office

2009-02-12T22:52:00.005+08:00

This particular post goes out to those who thinks i am working from a cardboard box at a third world dumpster, with flies as colleagues and stray cats as tea lady. Minuscule as this production might be, we do indeed operate from a proper space with real tables, permanent walls and functioning windows.

Though, admittedly, it might not be the cheery on the pudding, but its nothing less of a reverie, for where it lack in its modern day attitude, it gain in its character. Never have i seen a more inviting square block of room in my twenty-two years of living. Yes, you hear it right, twenty-two, for i'm allowed to throw out a few years because of rotten birthday parties. It’s only logical. Anyhow...

It’s pretty hard to put into writing how my dainty little workplace looks like. It had no park, but the pleasure-grounds were tolerably extensive; it had its open courtyard and closer wood walk steps that led to the first floor landing where my office lies. The structure itself was under the guardianship of a shady lane with close knitted neighbors and every evening before the twilight settle into nightfall, a symphony of swallows would recite its playful tune to its anonymous listener.

Me? Incredible Hulk?

2009-02-10T21:43:00.003+08:00

I found a gym, here in my little antique town. And no, it’s nothing super sleek like cali or celeb fitness, but it will have to do. Besides, my lovely chinchillas, its dirt cheap beyond reasoning. And when i say dirt cheap, i mean a meal at kentucky f**king chicken would cost more than its daily rate. I know! It’s THAT cheap! Plus, hear this, it doesn't chain me to a yearly contract like what most gym does! So, i'll go whenever i feel like it, and i'll pay whenever i go. How plastic fantastic is that! Its like a storybook ending, where happily ever after does exist. Thank God we live in such an awesome country. Now you see why I salute the flag every morning.

So, having said that, i see no other mortal reasoning for me not to succumb to the alluring call of treadmills and dumbbell. I will be gym-tastic by the end of this trip, so watch out people, the Hulk is coming back to town! :P

GOD! I'm such a drama queen...ahem king!

2009-02-08T15:48:00.003+08:00

'I am unease with the possibilities of a wandering heart, one that belong to me but never near enough to be truly mine. Truth is, i've been robbed of the only feeling that would have kept me living, and instead I am now left standing on my own grave stone. I can no longer judge the purity of a person without the hated flashbacks of your vivid images shifted pass me. And lets not even speak about trust. Those five-letter words have been erased of its existence, only to be replace by doubt. And doubt i shall have for those who trespass me, who offer me a place in their heart, to overwhelm me with their sincere compassion and unconfined affection'

Just so you know, this was written awhile back. So, forgive me if i over do the whole dramatic masquerade, for i was over head and ears in lurve then. Hahaha...silly me! :P

I'm the duck in the pot

2009-02-07T19:38:00.006+08:00

Oh mighty god in high heaven, you have no effing idea how adventurous life can be, at this little drive thru town. It is uninteresting beyond any vocabulary. I'm like an exile here, abandon to a far away land, to fence for my own little pitiful life. God. I might have just lost my will to live. Isn’t there any felicity in this world anymore? Or have you shut down all happiness from this wretched playground?

No offense to the friendly little people living here. There's no doubt in me that Malacca have the sublime beauty of what every historical small town would be and should be like. Its genteel suburb ways have more to offer than the gruesome city living that i'm used to. Being here is like me at a cultural bargain sale, where every nook and corner is dainty little packages of ethnicity delight and artsy bliss.

But why for the love of chickity china the chinese chicken, am i feeling like a boy band reject? Must be those daily hormone pills. Damn it!

My little Runway Circus

2009-02-03T15:44:00.008+08:00

Hello, yet again, you lovely rainbow loving lots. I have decided its high time to effing quit my day job and join a runway circus for real. I always did like juggling apples while waltzing on stilts. And my years in production have made me an aficionado with taming the wildest beast, so bring it on, be it the wild siberian white tigers or the crazy stampeding elephants. It will not scare the bejabbers out of me!!

Me at my new office :D

Two Thousand Nine

2009-01-26T12:32:00.008+08:00

Hello stranger. 'Oh! Hello yourself' came the silent reply. That voice. That familiar voice. The same old comfort feeling as if i've known you for awhile. As if you have never left me. Maybe you haven't. Maybe i have been neglecting you. Maybe i have let ignorance take the better part of me. For what ever reason it might be, i'm glad you're still here. Did you know its almost a month since the dawn of the new year have cast its ray on us? Quick huh. Its scary. Its as if time is slowly crawling up on us, dragging us with its sharp claw, poisoning us with the intoxicated fume of the new year. Sorry to be a Debbie Downer, its just not my good place right now. Ah well, if it must, i should at least try to make a party of it and not drool in self pity. Its two thousand nine for pit sake. Its a brand new start. Its a new beginning.

I've been traveling. Which explains my absence. Forgive me?

Christmas Plan :)

2008-12-24T00:00:00.006+08:00

The jolly season of christmas is here again, warming us up against the cold summer(?) nights while we wait impatiently for the dawn of the new year to arrive. And though i am not a christian by blood or by choice, i see no reason not to seize up this great opportunity to buckle off, sit back and enjoy the magic of christmas.

First up on the list would be to download THE best christmas tune i could get my skinny fingers on. And it can't be just any christmas song. It has to be the upper-most bestest freaking christmas song ever. I wonder if hilary d. does any? Hmm. Kidding!! Fyi, i'm sooo over the whole teeny whinny pop songs phase! What i have in mind is something sang really really long time ago, a piece by an african american, man preferably, husky sounding and no, i am not thinking about louis armstrong. That would be to commonish. I want something exotic, aged and rare sounding. A little bit of googling and youtubing would probably do the trick just fine. Hmm. And with the song, i now just need the perfect christmas plan to go along with it. And though there were already several invites to spend christmas with the girlfriends, i am intrique with the thought of celebrating it alone this year. I haven't been spending much time with myself since coming back from the holiday, maybe this would be a good chance to catch up.

Now. Plan. What sort of plan? Hmm. Hopefully nothing that involved eating alone in a restaurant. The very thought of eating alone, by myself, in a room full of strangers at any time of the day in the calendar, is repulsively depressing. One should never, god forbid, be seen eating alone. If have to, get a take away please and have it in the comfort of ones living quaters.There's a reason why there is never a single seater table in a restaurant, its always a double, four seater or more. Its just too darn depressing eating alone. So, a big NO NO to that for my christmas plan.

Okay. I'm thinking something slightly cultured and out of the normality of urban city life. I'm thinking of..picnic. Yes, picnic! Oh wow!, i haven't have one of those in a effing long time. Think red and white checkered table cloth, huge picnic basket equip with sparking champagne, cheese platter, roast turkey and cream brulee. And i could bring along my jane austen for some literature dessert. Yummy!!

The plan is FINAL! A christmas afternoon picnic with yummilicious food, shared with a tall glass of sparkling champagne, some jane austen and one cranky old christmas tune! How exciting!!

Let's just see if i manage to pull it off in time.
Wish me luck...

New Toys

2008-12-15T15:59:00.004+08:00

'Ahoy, Sailors of the Ugly Submarine! I've got bloody good news people!' 'What?!' some of you might asked. 'Have you stop those horrid japs from hunting down baby dolphins up north? or have Brangelina decided to stop adopting every single orphan in the world and dress them up looking like some Gap Kid show piece? or even better have Kimora L. Simmons finally rid us off the torture of her triple chin by having a much needed neck tuck?!'

Sadly, i am not the bearer of such fortunate news. My limited supply of brain juice, have allow me no insight to the vortex of events concerning such great interest to the universe. My good news is nothing of that sort and its not exactly the best news at time of recession like now, but good enough for a personal delight to a certain degree.

Firstly, i got myself my very first book. Yes, a tad lame to others, but a definite achievement to me. If you've been reading my blog thus far, you'll understand. Anyhow, it's Jane Austen's Sense and Sensibility. And my, what tormented pain i have to indulged flipping thru each page with no understanding what-so-ever of her handsome words as they are as foreign to me as plasma tv is to a blind man. But slowly with the help of a trusted dictionary, i should be well on my way to literature fabulosity by end of the book!

And secondly, i got a new mobile phone. Don't ask me what happen to the previous one please, that is just minor detail, instead rejoice on my behalf the triumphant of the brand new phone. A phone as complicated as jane austen's novels itself. I have therefore resolved to chained the manual book to my neck ever since i got it. And yet, i still have no clue what most of the function does. Well then again, its me we're talking about here. Its expected!

Au Revoir, Chickity China the Chinese Chicken!!

Its a blueberry :)

Twilight

2008-12-01T01:48:00.007+08:00

Pardon me brothers as i stirred myself away from the mental torture of a griefing spring fling mind-state and be blown away by the whirlpool of a theatrical charm. Ah, the joy of a bare mind, the endless possibility of an empty canvas, free from the strokes of a colored brush and clear as an azure sky of the deepest summer...

Oh lord! I am so full of shit, its surprising i don't stink by now. To cut the crap short, me and the very-much-in-lurve lilmissmei took a ride to the silver screen last fortnight and feast on the highly anticipated motion drama Twilight.

Never one to like ANY vampire driven plots, i have grown a distaste for all anne rice chronicles, buffy the slutty slayer shit and even go to the extreme of not watching count dracula cartoons while growing up. BUT, i must say, after that fortnight, i am now a change person. A reformed rainbow-loving, ass-banging, vampire-liking scrawny little asian boy who's not afraid of the dark, or blood sucking bats or man in full length black satin cape, for that matter.

Oh, and it have everything to do with the messy hair robert pattinson :P

Based on the young adult vampire-romance novel by author Stephanie Meyer, Twilight is every teenage girl's fantasy, the chou à la crème of good girl falling for the bad boy. Its like Grease all over again, only this time around men wears way more foundation than the ladies and vampire actually shimmers in gold dust if exposed to the sun! Go watch it. You know you want to...

Random Adam

2008-11-17T10:34:00.003+08:00

I am thinking of wild sea-horses riding along the undercurrent of a deep emerald sea. I am dreaming of lollipop zebras, match stick fishes and paper plate moon across a stardust field. Aimless, mindless thoughts have been floating thru my mind, in my attempt to stay away from drilling onto false hope.

What can never be, will never be. Save the drama for another manifesto, i just want to be kept alone, curled up in my corner, away from the spotlight of reality and sheltered from the raindrops in my heart.

I like to be a random adam, shifting thru life simplicity without being notice. Anonymous and unknown.

Flirting with Spring

2008-11-06T12:35:00.001+08:00

I'm back. Back from the six weeks break in australia. And back to blogshere. Though, i got a feeling my welcome here would only be temporary as the sparkle of blogging have slowly fade away as the year comes to an end. I'm not saying i'm bored, it's just that the interest is no longer here to stay. And i rather not force it.

Many, many things have happen since the last trip. Love have been found and heart have been broken. Memory have been made and scars have been carved. And right now, i just want to reserved myself to me, and not play game with the uncertainty. It kills me, dragged my soul and left me panting for life. So spare me the sorrow and torture and just let me go, cause i don't want to be another zombie lover raging over an overdue love affair.

Everything that we had have seems so real but yet i know its only temporary. Not a fixture in your life, just an additional bonus that you can throw out once you get bored with it. I don't want to be a secondhand backup for you. So take your memory cause i don't need them. I don't want something i can't have. I would like to take a step back before i embarrass myself any further.

I'm not going to swallow in self pity. But is this the only option?

Slut Trip is here again!! :D

2008-09-07T10:38:00.000+08:00

Hola!

2008-07-17T14:26:00.003+08:00

Hello. I'm back. The hiatus away from blogshere was somewhat refreshing. I guess a little time off is always good. So, how have y'all been doing? Married? Or still as rainbow loving as ever? :P Well, life have been pretty hectic on my end. I've just finished a seven days shoot, closed the job and now i'm off on another indy project.

Updates. Hmm. I am still without a driving license. I know i promised to get one, and i will, but i'm just a bit distracted lately. So leave me alone! Next. Err. Oh. I have somewhat cut down on partying for a bit now. I guess my spine and bones are rejecting all these multiple body jiggling, hip twirling movements. Back pains and muscle cramps are so not fun. Eff those hotties on the dance floor, they can pick on the newbies, i'll take a pass for now. Hmm. Oh. Me hair is heading towards emoville. Just a few more months and i'm officially emolicious. And just for the record, it doesn't look anything like a mushroom or an atomic bomb and its definitely not zac efronish. He's like so passé. Puhlease! Hihi. Anyway, let's see what else? Hmm. Oh. No surprise here but thought you should know that my knight in shinning armour have yet to find his way to me still. Bummer! He's probably lost and banging some other fruit cake for now, but i'll wait. And when he does show up, i'll make him pay for all the time wasted waiting on him! *evil thought* However so, there are a few eye candies lurking around that have quite the potential to make me lukewarm all over inside. I'm not telling who though. I might just jinx it, knowing me.

Oh well, at least i know i'm still eternally fabulous.
Au revoir!

Silence

2008-06-21T15:43:00.002+08:00

I have been away for awhile now. The mind have drifted off to an unspoken sphere of subconsciousness that breath on sleep and empty thoughts. I am living on a single track mind who knows nothing of desire and passion. I am dull. I am mindless. I am at work.

Do forgive me for my lack of words, and my absence in post . Living life out of the suitcase, jumping off commercials flights and hoping onto fokker planes have left little time for me to fan my own life curiosity. Hence the silence.

So, how have you been? Me? Well, kaleidoscopic living have to wait. Can't you see i'm painting in the colors now.

While i was away...

2008-06-19T21:24:00.007+08:00

.: will explain later :.

Junk Sale

2008-06-07T19:35:00.007+08:00

Perhaps i should quit my job and travel for a year. Nothing fancy in mind. I just thought maybe i'll go for a vineyard tour around new zealand, snowboarding at the alps, catch the northern light above the swedish lapland, and maybe, just maybe, learn to speak czech at prague. Ahem. Help me make it happen by dropping by at palate palette for the junkyard sale tomorrow. Me and the girls have a booth there. Selling off loads of past loved items from childhood memories to shitty birthday presents. It would be fun!

Whatever | la

2008-05-22T09:41:00.003+08:00

I hate watching tv commercials. I hate it. The fact that i work in the same industry doesn't exactly explain why i hate it. I guess if you sell donut, you tend to hate eating it. You get bored and tired with it. For me, i have a tendency to dissect ads when i see one, and that alone stresses me out already. Thus, there's only a handful of ads that have truly amaze me. This is one of them.

By the way, i'm turning two seven today. Bummer. It doesn't get any worst than this. Trust me.

Sleeping in silence

2008-05-17T10:08:00.005+08:00

Sorry for my absence. Work. The addictive four letter word have taken over my life again. I'm all piled up with work, and i have no one but myself to blame for it. Not that i mind. It beats sitting at home, staring at the four blank walls and dozing off repeatedly, waiting for age to creep up on me. Just two weekends ago, i had one of my sporadic sleeping moments in between jobs. I practically slept for two entire day, waking up only for meals, toilet break and nothing else. I went off without shower (!), no phone calls, no internet-ing, and i even try not to come out from the bedroom much. I was sinking into hermit mode. And yes, i am bored without work.

But that was then. I'm now back on energizer bunny mode again, humping my way thru jobs. Slutting away sounds more like it. Haha. Anyhow, i did catch a flick in between all that sleeping. I caved in to 'p/s i love you'. Stunning! Brilliant story telling and amazing emotional ride. And right now, i'm utterly in love with irish man. The accent. Oh gawd! I could cum in my pants just hearing them speak. They could be reciting the phone book for all i care, the accent is just sweet jesus juice to my ears. Yeehar!!

Maybe this weekend i'll drop by to the nearest finnigan pub and take away a few irish man for the night.

Anyone wants to join?

Peter Panter and I

2008-04-29T22:11:00.004+08:00

So i did Peter Pan last sunday. Pretty amazing for an indonesian act. That would be me comparing them with the international bands not our local ones, of course. Ours sucks and will continue to suck if they keep coming up with those tragic emo-fied monotone tunes they proudly call music. What rubbish is this?! Life is depressing enough as it is without their grieving songs playing in the background. But before I have missiles aimed up my arse and I become the Independence Day fireworks, we do have some exceptionally good underground bands no doubt. Unless they un-underground themselves, and be recognized, we would still be stuck with lousy bands whoring up the airwaves till the cows come home!

Oh, upper east sider is back. Go download it. You know you want to.
Double aww.

Lucky Bitches!

Lars and the Real Girl

2008-04-27T12:08:00.008+08:00

Forgive me god for i have sin. You see, i was at a local film maker screening last friday and half way through it, i couldn't help but let out a soft snore and i probably drooled quite a bit too. It was unintentional. And its not like i haven't had enough sleep the night before. To tell the truth, i partly blame the slightly dimmed room and the squashy oversized couch that i was seating on at the screening for my lack of attention. It was all too comfortable to begin with. Then there's the minuscule fact that the line up of films screened were remarkably boring and way too artsy for me to digest. I'm just warming up the cultured part of me here, but if this is what it takes, then i'm more than happy to fall back to being trashy and ignorant again. It was in actuality too pretentious, and the films were working way too hard to be artistic. I'll give it an E for effort and T for trying. Nothing more.

Anyhow, i was out again last night for a midnight flick with lilmissmei. Ya, she finally came around and is recovering from her junkie days. I think everyone have their little moments. Hers was just a bit too medicated. Be that as it may, lets not elaborate any further, she's already so going to skinned me alive for what i'm saying now. It would be fatal to say more!

Anyway, it was Lars and the Real Girl this time around. A film that stretches the idea of a morbid love story so unconventional, i was left not knowing either to laugh in irony or sympathize in agony. Ryan gosling was somewhat spot on with his subtle and yet intense performance that drove the whole plot to a different level all together. Go watch it. You'll be blown away. This REALLY is a love story not quite like any others.

Oh, did i mentioned i'm heading off to peter panter's gig tonight? Its all part of the bigger plan to being cultured. Will brag about it when i come back. Ciao!

Movies + Books

2008-04-24T22:54:00.006+08:00

Ohkay. Truth to be told, the cultured week that i have been raving about didn't quite turn out like what we have planned. With miss smith sudden interest with the whole peter panter's groupie club and lilmissmei having to deal with her personal issues of sleeping pills and painkillers, i was left alone to fan my own cultured curiosity. Thus, i end up snugging up the old pillow and fallen right into the movie marathon spell instead!

First up was Definitely, Maybe, which turns out to be quite an interesting conversation piece. Then there is the reruns of Clueless, which i have no idea why i went and drool all over it again. I'm guessing its paul rudd and all his yummiest. And like that's not enough, i had to fall head over heels in love with billy crudup's Dedication. An indie flick that speaks of life eccentricities and dealing with personal demons.

With this three films streaming thru my waking conscious, i was all cranked up and thirsty for another dose of cultured garbage. And that's when it hit me. I look around my room. Dug underneath the bed. Looked inside the boxes. Nope. None. Nada. There is not a single book in my room. I don't even have a bookshelf to begin with. Ditzy as i may sound, and i know this is very blonde of me, but i have never owned a book before. Probably because i don't buy books, that is if you minus the occasional school textbooks and revision workbooks. I usually rent books from a neighborhood bookstore with my mum. But right now, i'm thinking of starting a small little library in my room, filled with a collection of my favorite books. Buying a few books with each paycheck wouldn't be too harsh on my budget i guess. Hmm...

gimme FIVE!

2008-04-19T06:48:00.007+08:00

The meme season have arrived. It was awhile back since i last indulged myself with the simple joy of finishing up a meme. Ahh. Behold the five things...

1. fIVE things in my bag : wallet, ulcer cream, moisturizer, my little brown book of dreams and a pair of shades.

2. fIVE things in my wallet: identification card, credit card, karaoke card, house keys and a twenty egyptian pound note from my last trip.

3. fIVE things I like most in my room: the gi joe i stole from shoot, moira the blythe doll, the russian doll jacie gave me, the instant photo i took in taiwan and my shiny disco ball.

4. fIVE things I'd like to do: finish up at least the first draft of the book i'm writing on, fall in love with a stranger, own a shop, travel the world with my parents and never have to say goodbye.

5. fIVE things I'm doing now: listening to maria mena's 'just hold me', painting my toe nail black, chewing on a toothpick, playing text twist on facebook and of course posting up this meme.

6. fIVE person i'd tag : big ben, queer rant, 11&us, bedtime stories and you.

Behold the many faces of Noah K.

2008-04-18T23:30:00.008+08:00

I was youtubing this morning and i stumped across the video of this dude from brooklyn, ny. While i don't always condone men camwhoring, i'll let this one slide. This is what i call an obsessive camwhore guru. They should have an award in the nobel prize for him and him alone, coz' this take shit loads of patience and i don't think many of us have that courage. Definitely not me. Its not in my blood to be patience.

Anyhow, what happen is, this guy Noah K, he takes a photo of himself everyday for the past eight years and he's still doing it. Amazing. Simply amazing. And to think that i'm dreading to face the cold shower every single morning, i should be shot in comparison with him. Repetition is just not my cup of tea!

Noah K @ www.everyday.noahkalina.com

The scarier part is, after much googling, i came across Jonathan Keller who happen to be a much, much, MUCH bigger camwhore that Noah. These people are really freaks of nature! I likey like!!

Jonathan Keller @ www.c71123.com/daily_photo

What took her so long?!

2008-04-17T22:57:00.001+08:00

My kitchen is alive again! Oh thank god for that! You see, my mummy dearest have decided to quit the whole cooking nonsense and went on a pledge against cooking for the past two years now. That woman have some attitude problem if i dare say so myself. And true to her words she never turn on her stove since then. Minus the occasional instant noodle craving and the die die must have chinese new year feast, she just stop being the culinary chef that she is. It seems she got bored with all the chopping, dicing and frying. I can't blame her coz' she've been doing it all her life. It started off with her taking over her mother's kitchen when my grandmother passed away when she was just sixteen years old, she cooked her way into her marriage, right through my many birthday dinners and up till my sister's pre wedding reception. I wouldn't say she's a nigella lawson, but she does have her little pink book of recipes that kept us all fat and chubby all this years. A one woman show, she truly is a good cook and of course a wonderful mother.

So you can understand why i went schizoid for a moment when i caught my mum brewing up a storm in her kitchen this morning. I praise the lord in high heaven and all the spirit in between for she have decided to slip on her apron and be the champion mum again. I can now die a happy man.

Twenty Seven Dresses

2008-04-16T00:00:00.001+08:00

I just had a go at Twenty Seven Dresses. Admittedly its not as cultured as i wanted it to be, seeing that i'm going thru a cultured week of art exhibition, vinos at the attic and saturday polaroid shoots. However so, i did enjoy the movie no doubt. After all, its a chick flick with both edward burns and james marsden in it, who wouldn't be glued to the telly!

Ah, wedding. I want one too. I know i've posted some nonsense about my dream wedding previously which i'm so not proud of, but i do want to have my own happily ever after. I'm intrigued with the whole commitment bit. Having the ring is one thing, but having that one person to share my everything with, knowing that i'll always get his unbiased attention without fail each and every time, send sparkles to my heart. It makes me want to just leap out to the next guy i come across on the street and ask him to marry me. But thankfully for whatever left of my self-respect and of course those pills, i always managed to hold myself together from doing exactly that!

The thought of waking up next to the same man for the rest of my life, kept me going thru another day in this loveless life of mine. Celibacy is a choice after all. And i'm not talking about sex.