s t a r m | s t March 31st, 2007
On one recent weekend, the lot of us went in to JB for some seafood and fun.
…because for some reason the seafood in Singapore is expensive despite the fact that the fish are the same and they are most probably brothers or something like that…
The meal was cheap, seriously. We ordered so much food and the bill came up to RM400 [there were twelve of us], with RM150 going to the lobster which some poor fellow owed a person.
Some of the dishes.
Everybody standing up to take the food because the tabe was too large.
A couple of them headed back to Sg after dinner while the rest of us ended up at Club Eden for drinks [where Alex kept charming some male bartender for free cans of coke, and Mike threw a hissy fit when the bouncer refused to let him in]. Have you ever danced in slippers and three-quarts? We were at our slackest and we were the slackest at the dance floor. -_-”
Was really exhausted and wanted to head home when Keith suggested eating lok lok for supper [Supper? Supper?? It was already 2++am! Supper to me is at 11pm!] and I perked up immediately. Lok lok are fresh food poked in skewers and cooked with a pot of hot boiling water, and everything’s done behind a van.
Drunk guy [yeah, right] at the lok lok place.
Actually I was trying to take a picture of the food cos I was fascinated by the novel idea of cooking at the back of the van but they thought I was taking them so. err. they posed and I took.
s t a r m | s t March 30th, 2007
For meimei, since she like it so much =)
Guess where this place is?
s t a r m | s t March 28th, 2007
i know i can’t do it.
every week for the last few, the days passed quickly, eating up time and the spaces we left behind. the smiles, the laughter, those moments shared - they slip away, all turning into candy-sweet memories by the ticking of the clock. being happy has the tendency to make time go faster, and you forget all the tasks at hand and so it was - i soon found myself gladly putting my life on hold to spend time living, and not merely existing.
but.
days when i am alone, and i see things happening around me and those words appearing in front of my eyes, i feel the same old. it wraps its slimy tentacles around me, sneakily circumnavigating its way into the hairline cracks of my self, piercing me, pulling away at all the ‘perfect’ masks i put up. i see what i feel, and discover a terrible aching for the future, more than i thought i ever will.
when it comes down to the crunch, when a bump - even a tiny, seemingly-harmless one - appear, my shortcomings will rear their ugly heads and kill everything bright and cheery within sight. it does not matter how, or why, or when - the intensity increases when whatever is at stake is higher. with each occurance i see before my eyes, i find myself so lacking, i tried to change - really, i did - but i can never be….
oh, how my steps falter and tremble. one step forward, and many steps back.
and now when the realisation hit me again and again, i want to cry.
s t a r m | s t March 26th, 2007
Weekends have been so busy it’s crazy.
We took a drive up to Malacca over one of the recent weekends to escape Sg for a while.
On the way up, the driver went “Oh no, I think I got caught [for speeding].”
Me [turning in my seat and searching for the cops and not seeing any]: Where?!? I don’t see any police! How do you know??
Him [resigned look on face]: I know.
One minute later, Mr Cop pulled up behind us.
Mr Cop [not totally serious-looking]: You ah, you were clocking 128 km / hour, do you know that?
Him [just as not-totally-serious too]: Sorry ah Sir..
Mr Cop: Our radar caught you from 7 km away you know..
Me [certain that Mr Cop will fine us]: =(
Him [digging the pocket of pants and producing 50 RM]: Sorry Sir, can give chance?
Me: ???
Mr Cop [taking the 50 RM]: Okay, chance.
Him: =)
Mr Cop: =)
Me: !!!*ding ding ding. lai friendly lai..*
Guess what we ate?
The famous chicken rice balls!
And then on the way back…
Driver: Oh no, I’m caught again.
Me: WH-AAAT??? Again?!? *turn around only to see him digging his pockets for money again* !!!
Him: *sighing to himself and ignoring me* Nevermind, I’d like to see for myself that radar which can spot people from 7km away.
One minute later.
Mr Cop [little half-smile]: You ah, you were speeding, do you know that?
Him [little half-smile too]: Sorry Sir, can give chance?
Me: !!!!!
Mr Cop [taking the 50 RM]: Okay, chance.
Him: =P
Mr Cop: =P
*cue eerie Barney music: I love you, you love me, we’re a happy family…*
Upstanding law-abiding citizen me: *speechless*
s t a r m | s t March 25th, 2007
This is me - more than yesterday, less than tomorrow.
s t a r m | s t March 24th, 2007
It’s inevitable. I really hate to do this, and never thought I’ll be forced into it. But me being stubborn is about me taking chances, and I don’t want to risk it anymore. So it’s time for changes to be made. This will be moving in a couple of days. Friends, acquaintances, silent readers, now-and-then readers, one-in-a-long-while readers, etc - please, no shyness no embarrassment no nothing, feel free to contact me for the new place. Don’t worry, I’m friendly - at least most of the times. =P Hope to continue ’seeing’ you guys. Be with me. =)
s t a r m | s t March 21st, 2007
First her, then him, then him. Seems like I cannot escape this 6-weird-things-about-me meme. Yeeuurgghh. Vaguely remember doing something like this before. Deja vu deja vu.
These are the rules: Each player of this game starts out by giving 6 weird things about themselves. People who get tagged need to write in a blog of their own 6 weird things as well as state the rules clearly. In the end, you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names. After you do that, leave them each a comment letting them know you tagged them and to read your blog!
1) I plastic-wrap ALL my novels [and I have a lot of books]. This is a habit I got off someone in the past. He taught me to take care and love books the way they should be taken care of and loved.
2) The way I take pills is to drink water first and then pop in the pills into my mouthful of water and swallow. Not the other way round. Hate the taste of bitter pills on the tongue. Yucks.
3) If I like a certain dish, I can eat it every day for months without getting sick of it. Which is why my college friends always proclaim that I live in my Fried Hokkien Mee land.
4) Once sunlight comes into the room, I’ll not be able to sleep anymore.
5) I tend to talk in rhymes without realising it.
6) I have a very big personal space. If too many people ask me out within a period of time, I will feel very stressed and exposed and will hide in my cave twice/thrice as long thereafter.
The poor souls I’m tagging:
1) Sister
2) Ah Dai
3) Hina
4) Angel mei
5) Pawprints
6) Fernie
s t a r m | s t March 19th, 2007
I’ve been living with a shadow overhead
I’ve been sleeping with a cloud above my bed
I’ve been lonely for so long
Trapped in the past, I just can’t seem to move on
I’ve been hiding all my hopes and dreams away
Just in case I ever need em again someday
I’ve been setting aside time
To clear a little space in the corners of my mind
All I want to do is find a way back into love
I can’t make it through without a way back into love
Oh oh oh
I’ve been watching but the stars refuse to shine
I’ve been searching but I just don’t see the signs
I know that it’s out there
There’s got to be something for my soul somewhere
I’ve been looking for someone to shed some light
Not somebody just to get me through the night
I could use some direction
And I’m open to your suggestions
All I want to do is find a way back into love
I can’t make it through without a way back into love
And if I open my heart again
I guess I’m hoping you’ll be there for me in the end
There are moments when I don’t know if it’s real
Or if anybody feels the way I feel
I need inspiration
Not just another negotiation
All I want to do is find a way back into love
I can’t make it through without a way back into love
And if I open my heart to you
I’m hoping you’ll show me what to do
And if you help me to start again
You know that I’ll be there for you in the end
Everyone wants a second chance. In spite of our slashed hearts; the bleeding pain; getting cheated by Life; the countless tears on our pillows; the uncomplete jigsaw of broken souls, the empty silences; the infinite echoey void, we all remain wistful - searching, wanting, needing that elusive thing called Love.
s t a r m | s t March 14th, 2007
Xtomic’s first Hip Hop class today was filled with lots of goof-ups and innuendoes.
Instructor: There are 3 parts to your feet. The toes, the ball, and the heel.
Pretty girl on my left: Where is the ball?
Instructor: Here *showing the bottom of his foot*
Pretty girl on my left [tapping me and lifting one of her foot slightly]: Hey, can you touch my …… *realised her mistake, but was unable to retract her words* balls….? -_-”
We were learning the steps for the first bit of a song, it goes something like this - with 4 pairs of gals and 2 guys, we have to do a model’s walk to the front of the room [in pairs], and then strike a pose. So each time a pair reach the front, there would be a different pose [and each requires different techniques]. The guys come in last and everyone would gather for a dramatic group pose.
And so, this was SaltyBanana’s in-depth analysis of the dance steps.
“The first time, the girls are a little shy so they want it [the standing position for the legs] closed. The second time, they want it more exposed so it was open. At the third time, they are more experienced so they want it high [some technique]. And then, the guys must do it fast, and then go down! And at the advanced level, ‘everyone will go on top of each other.’”
s t a r m | s t March 13th, 2007
So unbelievably late for this I think the babes will laugh at me if I blog about it now, so I’m going to be lazy and simply link the different entries about Jan’s birthday celebration at Walas. =P
