Yet another set of MEME questions

happy monday!

PART 1 : ON THE OUTSIDE

Name : Mr Wanna to some, but Bitch to most

Date of birth : A week and a few days after Mother's day

Current status : Single and trying hard to appreciate it

Eye color : Dark brown with a pinch of hope

Hair color : Jet black

Right or left handed : Righter

Zodiac : Being a pure breed socialite, of course i'm a Gemini. Nothing less

PART 2 : ON THE INSIDE

My heritage : 100% chinese with the complimentary single eyelid package

My fear : Fear of being alone, Eremophonia

My weakness : Perfectionism

My perfect pizza : Should be round with extra cheese

PART 3 : YESTERDAY, TODAY AND TOMORROW

Your first thought waking up : What to wear? Like i say, its tough being a socialite

Tomorrow : Jakarta, here i come!

Your bedtime : Too darn early. About 10ish. I think age is catching up with me

Most missed memory : Most likely forgotten

PART 4 : YOUR PICK

Pepsi or Coke : Whisky coke always did taste better than mixing whisky with pepsi. So i guess it's coke then

McD or Burger King : Neither. I much prefer the ivy

Single or group dates : Single will do for me. I'm hopeless with choices

Adidas or Nike : Neither. Topshop sandal will do just fine for me. I'm a self proclaimed beach boy

Lipton Tea or Nestea : Ahh finally, long island tea for me anytime

Chocolate or vanilla : Neither. I actually hate anything that's sweet

Cappuccino or coffee : Neither. I only drink tea. Like duh!

PART 5 : DO YOU...?

Smoke : Not that i know of

Curse : Maybe. And only when they doesn't have clothes in my size

PART 6 : IN THE PAST MONTH, HAVE YOU...?

Drank alcohol : It's a must! Why drink plain water when you can always have a ice cold long island tea instead?

Gone to the mall : Every other day

Been on stage : Mostly during fashion week

Eaten sushi : Of course. It's like part of my daily diet

PART 7 : WHAT WERE YOU DOING...?

1 minute ago : Staring blankly at this meme, trying to figure out where to begin

1 hour ago : Renting a book at a neighbourhood bookshop

4 1/2 hours ago : Went to the lawyer's office. Don't ask

1 month ago : Recovering from the worst shoot of my life so far

1 year ago : Probably in langkawi island, holidaying with the girls after yet another shoot

PART 8 : FINISH THE SENTENCE

I love : blushers and technicolour eye liners!

I feel : the constant need to wear something pink and glittery to work

I hate : nose bleed on a wedding day

I hide : whenever i can

I miss : working sometimes. I know i'm sad, but i do. Sometimes. Okay, most of the time. Happy?!

I need : a gay friend within reach

PART 9 : TAG 5 PEOPLE

1. lilmissmei; something to keep your mind off about those herpes. Oops!

2. discoball pixie; something to excite you about blogging again

3. ding-a-leng; you need a break from all those studying

4. miss smith; just irritating you plainly coz i know you will do it

5. you and You and YOU!

Mission Impossible

Okay, this is the deal; i need a gay friend! Just one and i'm not asking for more. Contrary to popular beliefs (not everything you heard on the radio or read on perezhilton.com about me is true) i do not, i repeat, do not have a gay friend with whom i could spend a wicked saturday night out with or just plainly go off for a shopping spree with. I know i'm sad. Spare me the puppy dog eyes will you.

The truth is, i do have a few gay friends coz it would be shamefully tragic to say otherwise. But out of the four gay friends i know, two of them are in jakarta, one is my boss (who is a bit older than me and he's a family man now, hence you can't expect him to go giggling around town with me) and the last one is my ex, which we shall not talk about. Therefore the closest thing i get to enjoying the benefit of a gay friend is hanging out with my dearest lesbian counterpart. But it's different la. I can't be sharing my stash of porn with her, can't i? She'll probably die of shock.

You might be asking why the hell i don't have any gay friends? Well, i've been thinking about that a lot lately and i guess it all boils down to the fact that;

a. I seldom, very seldom, close to never ever go to gay clubs. There's no one for me to go with. You can't seriously expect me to go alone! That would be tragic right smack in the face.

b. Even though i'm an active member of both fridae and gay.com, i don't actually go cruizing for friends online. That would also be quite tragic. Besides i'm a bit lazy to filter through all those godforsaken wankers that we all know exist amongst those pretty faces online.

c. I have way too many girlfriends, not that i am complaining. I sincerely adores every single one of them as they always treat me just like one of them, but that's where the problem lies. The stuff that a girl chats among themselves is way different than you would expect from a bunch of fags like me. Up till now, i think i'm the only guy in the whole wide world who understands what a perfectly fitted bra means to a girl. Likewise, there's also the theory that there could only be one gay guy in a group of girlfriends. Seldom do you see more than the usual ratio. Trust me, i've been in there long enough to know. So how could i expect other gay guys to venture into my group of girlfriends without being totally anguish with the heavy weight of compact powders, to the unexplainable urge for a mani/padi groupie session at the mall. I don't blame them.

d. And lastly, it has something to do with the line of work that i'm doing. Besides the obvious fact that it takes up nearly ninety percent of my personal time, i think my job is a very manly driven job that only a few selected females have succeed in it. And not much inbetweeners like me have been known to exist. The fact is, most of them couldn't be bothered with it, and if they did, they would have been smart enough to leave the bandwagon long before they turn into the psycho bitch that i'm slowing evolving to. Therefore no hope in meeting any gay friends at work either.

See. You can't really blame me for wanting a gay friend, cause i sincerely and urgently need one. Just one. I'm not greedy you know. So therefore tonight, i'm on a serious mission with my most trusted sidekick, lilmissmei, to look for a gay friend to be my friend. For interested applicants, catch my special one-night only appearance at Maison tonight along with lilmissmei. She'll be the one in the skimpiest outfit on the dance floor, while i will most probably be in the shadow shuffling to my own heartbeat. I'll even put an effort to smile. I promise.

i'm gonna be lucky tonight!

You must be joking. Seriously.

Thou shall not drink.

The scary bit about getting really drunk is not knowing what happen the day after. The amount of b52 that i shot up my blood stream, the infinite jugs of long island tea and the occasional lemon drop in between, is all i could remember of the previous night out. Ohh ya, there's also the lingering thoughts that i might have been flirting with one of the waiter at the club. Gosh! That's so totally unladylike of me!

Then again, this happens to me almost every weekend. The tragedies i fathered, the disaster i co-written and the destruction i caused every time i go for a girls night out with the boys is shamefully humiliating but nevertheless predictable. All in the days work of a classic case of a hopeless drunk.

For the benefit of you and your friends, the next time you happen to see me in a club, just turn away and go home. Don't even bother to stay for the complimentary drink cause seriously, it's not worth it and i'll probably ruin your fantabulous night out. But if you're a tormented pervert who enjoys seeing little asian boys doing the chicken little dance on the bar stool, well, by all means grab a seat coz the show is about to begin.

maydaze or sleazeball?

It's me! Me! and more ME!

Just a quickie before i put on my weekend party boots, remember discoball pixie's final graduation presentation, well, she did make it in time for the exhibition and her work, i must say, turn out really rEAlly well compare to the rest of her class mate. Seriously. Well done, discoball pixie! :)

That's me la.

Hello jakartarians!

Once again it's the time of the year for yet another vacation away from the boys back home. I know i'll be missed dearly but hey, a girl got to do what a girl got to do and besides, it's about time for some fresh foreign meat! Aww...i'm heading straight for slutville and i'm lovin' every nano second of it! Haha.

Anyway, i'll be dropping by to jakarta on the 1st of may and would be there for about two weeks to entertain all the giddy aunts in town. And this time around, after much consideration (seeing that their rates have increase moderately through out the months), i've invited FHM to come along with me for this trip. Tailing me around town as i party my way to infinity and beyond! Ohh...that reminds me, i think i need to go for some serious brazillian wax...hmm.

Mermaid

I know i should have ask before doing this. I should have seek permission before posting this picture in my blog, since it's not my own pix and it would be call stealing if i did otherwise. But i'm lazy la.

The beautiful mat salleh girl in the picture is miss 'shut your pet pet' meredith. She's a dear friend of mine. The shot was taken by miss smith with the help of bunssie while there were holidaying in bali (i have stylish friends you know!) I think this is a very vEry nice shot. Don't you think so?

like to see more? Visit miss smith's flickr @ www.flickr.com/photos/ash3s.

Eye candy of the month!

I think he's so adorable. So do-able! Many might know who this guy is cause he's kinda famous in the film industry here. He used to do lots of catwalk, then he move on to tv commercials, did a bit of singing in between and now venturing into movies. I used to have such a huge crush on him when i was in highschool. I absolutely think he's so so SO cute! I'll definitely do him anytime. Anytime. Just bring it on girlfriend!

I'm tempted to escape. To just disappear. Period.

"So does that mean you won't be having any children?" a friend of mine asked me a while ago over one too many drinks. At that time, i was a bit too tipsy myself to even register what he have just utter and with a fashionably wave of my hand, i simply disregard his concern and hit the dance floor to the tune of the royal gigolos. However, that one particular question have kept me laying in bed lately, staring out at the stormy sky, thinking about the choices i have made and the opportunities i have missed to be who i am today. And if i were to be really true to myself, a part of me have never stop asking if this is what i really want in life? Have i no remorse in doing what i am doing now? Have i no shame in breaking the hearts of people who have insured hope and faith in me? Am i that inhuman? Have i no compassion?

Call me the champion faggot, the man loving gay, the occasional sister or whatever name you can find in the book, i don't really care. To tell you the truth, i'm not proud of who i am but i don't have any problem about it either. And if being gay is equally as sinful as raping an innocent child or killing the entire population of rhinos in africa, well, by all means charge me, drag me and strap me against the electric chair and allow me to push the power button myself. I have sin then. But that's not the case here. Being gay is biological. It's not something that you can force a person to feel or react to. It's not a choice or a personal preference; you either got it or you don't. It doesn't make us any different than the next person in the bus. We still live by the same rule, given the same rights and deserve the same respect offered to any other human being.

I've learn to live my life by my own expectation and as long as i'm not harming anyone and i'm able to go through each day without regretting what i'm doing and knowing that i've put others in my best interest, i'm content enough. So maybe my parents won't be having any daughter-in-law from me after all, but it doesn't mean i love them less. A child's love to his parents is undivided. Unconditional. Now and forever.

And yes, i'm gonna somehow have my own kid someday and i'll probably name him brad. After brad pitt of course. I always did like his boyish please-touch-me look!

Can i hide underneath the bubbles?

I did Pangkor Island!

One of the many highlights of being a serious socialite like moí is the benefit of going for holidays whenever and wherever i desire. Saying so, me and my cheeky babes hop onto abang's band wagon and drove down to Pangkor Island for a good three day trip of tanning by the beach, doing laps in the pool, canoeing out in the open sea and enjoying the endless line of scrumptious buffet against the sunset. We even invite OK! magazine to join our little escapade, snapping away at our candid antics and featuring it in the latest issue for their iceland edition. It was certainly a turn-of-the-century event (if you disregard my previous trip to bali) that totally shook Pangkor Island to its core. But then again, isn't that what is expected from my trips? You couldn't be immortally stylish like me without throwing outrageous event like such. Ohh. I know. It's so hard to be popular. There's just sooo many expectation! Aww.

O F F | duty

mr wanna is going off for his much needed holiday getaway to pangkor island. Business would resume back to normal by monday. All phone calls would be diverted to pete wentz's mobile. Leave a message, and if it's super urgent, mr wanna would personally call you back. Till then, happy slutting. Aww. You know you want to!

xoxo

Creativity : ZERO

02:35am on a thursday morning, slumberland for most and i'm still not asleep. Why? Well, it all started with lil miss mei genius detox plan for us to go to pangkor island. And being the innocent puppy that i am, i was lure into her death trap along with vee and discoball pixie. Okay, maybe she didn't lure us and it's not a death trap (more like the key to freedom) coz we were all dying for a holiday far away from our working hellhole, our peasant friends and the routine life that we have adopt along the way.

The only problem in this ocean eleven plan of us is that discoball pixie just found out that her final graduation presentation is this tuesday and she have not started on any of her five assignment yet. Ah! How diva-ish of her. I like. I liKE. i LIkE!

So thus we are all here in lil miss mei's room, forcing the creative juice thru the corner of our eyes, thinking and photoshopping our way, trying to finish up the five assignment. Do you like my work? No? HeLLO! Are you blind or something? Or just simply jealous. Picasso would have approve of this you know. I'm so creative. I can feel it. I can so feel it! Aww. I think it's about time to take my pills.

Sugar. Baby. Love

I think this is so very the cute. It's freakin GAY! and i like every bit of it. Thanks sponge bob!

Current playlist. Emo trip. Sorry.

Fallen angel

When does a crush finishes? Is there a grace period to it? And how does one exactly get over a crush? By having another crush for someone else? Argh! It has been more than three weeks now since i was hit and bitten by the crush bug. As anticipated, the first few days was filled with endless goosebumps and fluttering butterflies as i busied myself trying to generate the best first impression ever. Getting ready for work somehow seems like an impossible task to do, and when does matching your boxer to the colour of your shirt matters to anyone before? But it does now as there might be a 0.05 percent chance of you taking it off in a fury of passion over the copier machine, and you won't want to be caught dead in a striking looser-than-jenna-jameson orange pokka dot boxer!

But as the week comes to an end and the reality that he doesn't feel the same way towards you kick in, and you know no matter how cute and sex kitten-like you parade around him doesn't help anymore, you just want to kill yourself. The feeling is worst than waiting on tables at an outdoor wedding in the rain. And over a restless four hour sleep, the only solution that you could come up with is to forget about him and try to move on. Well, logical as it seems, it's harder said than done. The lies i tried to convience myself, the excuse i utter whenever my heart beats faster doesn't help in any way to ease his effect on me. The more i try to erase him from my thoughts the more his presence seems to be haunting my senses. Is there no ending to a crush? Is there life after crush?

But what haunt me the most is not knowing what when wrong?

*ahem* Public Announcement *ahem*

Oh by the way, i got myself a new toy. Jangan marah! Aw.

Toughest poll ever!

After a long and grueling three hours of intense brainstorming, here are my top five (and the only five) gal that i felt i would most likely go straight for. Did i mention most likely? It might not happen, but if i do make a u-turn back to straightville, well, you'll know who's responsible for it.

note : i really did tried my best to come up with more options, but it's just too much of a torture to do so. The thought of boobs and you-know-where is already giving me endless nightmare. I can't think anymore. Don't make me. NOoo!!!

Huhhhh?!!

I was having my usual midnight caesar salad session at starbuck with lil miss mei when i found out that billie holiday is a WOMAN! Why didn't anybody point this out to me before? Did i miss a memo or something? Does everyone know that Billie holliday is a woman? Or is it just me? I'm saying this not because i'm being the superficial self that i can be but i have always thought that billie holiday is a man. I've heard her song a couple of times but i've never really pay attention to google her picture so it was a real shock to me. I think from now on i need to pay more attention to the details! It's a must! Aww.

Henners the parasite

I know he's so gonna kill me for this but i can't help being extremely excited (till the point of hyperventilation) for his current love affair with a certain creative director at a certain advertising agency. For those who doesn't know henners, well, he looks under-nourish most of the time, thinks he's the manliest man in the whole of jakarta even though we all know he's like the biggest queen ever and he's simply my bestest clubbing kaki.

So if you happen to bump into him the next time you're out and about at stadium or zouk, do me a favor and give him a huge hug on my behalf. I'm just so excited + happy + delighted + ecstatic + cheery + jovial! Yeah!

Daydreaming as usual

You know you are the hottest thing in town when boys keep coming over to your office by the truck loads. That was what happen to me! Of course there is also the tinnie winnie little fact that they are here mainly for yet another casting appointment with miss fabulous, but nevertheless it was a cuci mata session for me and the girls at the office. One fine specimen come in the form of a 6-footer guy-next-doorish dude name Jonathan. I normally don't do no chinese, but he is something else. He's a living and breathing flaming lamborghini! Aww.

note to self : the only slack bit about him is that he's as straight as a pin. i don't even think he knows how to spell g a y. too bad, too sad. his lost, not mine.

I'm Oscar the Grouch!

Lately i've come to the conclusion that i am perpetually a tight arse grouch who gets a constant high from sulking. Especially when i am at work, i can flip from being little miss sunshine to oscar the grouch in just 0.025 seconds. An instant Mr. Grumpy Pants 2007 candidate. Oh well, maybe i'm finally getting old. Maybe it's about time to retire and move to my malibu beach front mansion, sipping barrels of long island tea and playing volleyball with the neighbour son. Hmm...

Pan Labyrinth

The last time i step into a movie theater, it turns out to be a horrible experience. I came out an hour and fifty nine minutes later, pale with a half box of uneaten popcorns, in full on shock mode. Nobody told me that pan labyrinth is not a happy-happy-joy-joy children fairy tale. I was half expecting scenes of friendly elves in matching suits, teleporting kitchen cabinets and talking platypus. No. None of those make it to the final script. Instead it's second to second filled with useless pin size third class fairies, eyeless pile of mutated rubber, slimy underground passage way and a century old fern faggot. Needless to say, it was a bloody horror film that's so bad, it makes american pie seems like an oscar winning materpiece. And thanks to our champion subtitle writer and hard working censorship classifier, pan labyrinth is by far the only movie played in our local movie theater that allows fuck and bitch to be part of the script. All those horrifying fist smashing-mouth cutting-nazi torturing scenes that fail to be edited out, left me creeping to the edge of my seat. Pan Labyrinth is definitely not a movie for the weak-hearted. Personally, it's like watching an ugly version of alice in wonderland. Ew (shivering) Awful.

Just another day at work...

The disastrous month of march

I wouldn't say i've done a lot of shoot during my five years stay in the industry, but i must say the last shoot i did was just catastrophic. Everything that could possibly go wrong, went wrong. It's like damn suey la. All the scheduling hiccups, talent unavailability's, missed flight (yes, all 24 of us missed the god damn flight to langkawi!), last minute location approvals and oh ya, the two hundred and forty wardrobe fit on set, simply sums up my traumatic month of march.

Adding up to all this is the inevitable fact that both the agency and client on this job have peanuts as brains. It was constant babbling from the fat fuck to the numerous nonsensical questions from mr yellow shirt. A day wouldn't be complete without us being verbally tortured, physically drained and mentally stress out.

However, being the sunshine bunnies that we are, we still manage to sneak in a few mischievous polaroid moments in between the cruelty...