Picture time

listening to jin cheng wu's 'Yin Wei Ai Ni'...


Hello Rosie One!


We all bought sunnies.


Stupid meimei hates to be photographed.

Everyday should be a Friday

listening cai chun jia's 'Ta He Ta'...

Friday again!
I love Fridays! I love Fridays! I simply adore Fridays!
In fact, I love this whole week! It's been marvellous since last Friday. Ooh, the word 'Friday' sends happy shivers down my spine.

Friday was Entertainment Day
1. Watched a movie.
2. Drank a Gucci.

Saturday was Pig-Out Day
1. No thanks to the Tsang vs bak kut teh incident, our usual post-Zouk supper place was sold out by 2am! UGH!!! Ate porridge.
2. Slept for couple of hours before heading off to work. Stayed in the office till 3. Ate chocolates.
3. Went to E's place for the gift bearing ceremony. Ate yummy buffet, as well as XJ's mama's good but sinful crispy pork.
4. Drove to Margarita's. Obedient Kay ordered a non-alcoholic pink guava margarita. Ate Mexican.
5. Proceeded to have tea at Tea Party. Drank white tea with rose.

Sunday was R & R Day
1. Zzzzz...
2. Housework beckoned.
3. Bought a new pair of shades, had coffee with the mad bunch and dinner with my family.
4. Zzzzz...

Monday was Day 1 of my leave - I was a bumblebee
1. Plucked sweet potato leaves from the garden for the night's dinner.
2. Watered, weeded and trimmed the plants.
3. Met up with Karen in Holland V. She'll be shifting to my area in Oct. We'll be neighbours!!!

Tuesday was Day 2 of my leave - I was a shoe shopper
1. Ran an errand for aunt and she bought me lunch.
2. Tried many but finally decided on a colourful leather pair.
3. Ran and cycled at night. Woohoo!

Wednesday was Back To Work Day
'Nuff said X-p

Thursday was Middle East Day
I returned to the old haunt with Lock and YL B. Cafe was out of karkedeh (hibiscus juice) and I had to settle for mint tea. During the session, I decided that I'd marry myself off by next year. Since there's no groom in sight, I forced Lock to marry me. But he refused on grounds that I wasn't Japanese. Damn racism!

Also realised that my plight wasn't too bad. Others had it worst. YL and I came up with a gross analogy: I may have stepped on dog poo, but some rubbed their faces in it. Hope things work out well for everyone.

Btw, Lock and YL: I puked again like the last time. :( Stomach churned while on the way back. There was nowhere to stop the car, so I had to hold the icky stuff in my mouth until near home. Rushed into the loo and vomitted my vegetable kebab into the bowl. Boohoo. No shisha for Kay.

Today is Friday.
So far so good!
1. JF bought nasi lemak for me.
2. HY smsed to tell us WC's proposed. Congrats babe!
3. Hole in Zappy's windscreen can be fixed for free. Gotta check insurance.
4. Free entry to Juice party at Zouk. Compliments from JF's friend.
5. Going for company's welfare function later. We're gonna bowl, play Captain's ball, and pig out.

Friday = Happy Day

Cute Boy

listening to beyonce's 'Deja Vu'...

Attended E and XJ's gift-bearing celebrations on Saturday. I can't believe how close it is to the wedding. We haven't even prepared for E's hen's party! Ugh!!! The gang's gotta work hard soon to come up with more spectacular ideas.

~~~
Something exciting: I met my ideal man on Saturday!

He's cute, friendly and totally adorable. It's out of character for me, but I made the first move to chat him up. Later he even offered me the egg tart in his hand. I like generosity in a guy. Cannot stand miserly men.
The only two shortcomings he had, was that he's kinda short and kinda young.

Sadly, I had to leave the man of my dreams to meet the Mad Pack. Sigh...


This was the cutie I met on Saturday.


Best of all, he's got a twin brother!!!

Drinking up a Gucci dress

listening to laura branigan's 'Show Me Heaven'...

The Mad Pack turned up for Char's farewell session at Velvet on Friday. The drinks flowed and as Fred aptly put it, "We probably drank a Gucci dress or a Birkins buckle".


The beginning of the end of the dress.


Mad Pack in action.


Llewellyn was roughly womanhandled.


Alcohol unblocks the tear ducts.


NYC, here we come!

4 more days before Char flies off to New York for her studies. It's gonna be a long time before she returns for good. We'll miss the gal who's voted most likely to marry a non-Chinese, cheat, get divorced, and still look fabulous at 50.

The Libertine

listening to julio iglesias' 'Crazy'...

All the debauchery and madness in 'The Libertine'.
I love dark movies featuring broody men.
Johnny Depp and Tony Leung are the best candidates for such roles.

In the movie, Depp stars as John Wilmont ('Johnny'), the decadent second Earl of Rochester who writes bawdy plays and indulges in alcohol. Too smart, too different from the rest, the Earl is a tortured soul. Since he's unable to get satisfaction from life, he covers it up with his caustic tongue and wicked humour. Only on stage is Johnny able to find passion and direction. And it is at the playhouse that Johnny meets the woman he unfortunately falls in love with.

His outrageous behaviour amuses his peers and gets him banished by the king from time to time. Love hate relationship between the monarch and his subject. Then one day, his boldness finally gets the better of him and leads to the Earl's eventual downfall. However, he manages to give a magnificent last act before he breathes his last.

I could identify with Depp's character because sometimes, it's easier to play the jester than face your own true self.

~~~
As usual, after watching films with underlying messages, we tend to think a little more than we normally do. Or maybe it's just a farce to pretend that we are thinking creatures. So after 'Libertine', we went for dinner and friend tried to psychoanalyze me.

"Do you know that you've been putting the same two pieces of vegetables on your spoon with the noodles, then removing the vege before eating the noodles?"

"Was I?"

"Yes. You're doing it unconsciously. And repeatedly for each bite. It probably says something about you."

"Oh really?"

"Maybe it's how you subconsciously behave in a relationship. You're afraid to give. You give some, but later you take it away."

"There could be a simpler explanation."

"What?"

"That I don't quite fancy this bowl of kimchi noodles?"

He rolled his eyes. Nevertheless, I became so careful after he told me about my eating pattern that I couldn't concentrate on the food. Dammit!

Kids say the darnest things

listening to wu kequn's 'Bie Tai Wen Rou'...

I hadn't run for some time due to the sniffles and coughs. Felt better last night, so went for a jog and cycle before I met G for supper.

Ran past two kids and their helpers, who were walking the dogs. Big Labrador started sniffing the butt of the small doggy. The little girl, about seven years old, called out:

Bad dog! Stop mating!

Wow. I'd have just told the dog to quit smelling backsides.

Kay de Gardener

listening to jay chou's 'Fa Ru Xue'...

I'm such a misunderstood person.
Over MSN on Tuesday night.

K: Yo, how's the studying?

J: You're at home?! I thought you'd be out partying...

K: Only on Fridays and once in a while, on Saturdays. I don't really go out that often. I like to stay at home.

J: *a string of incredulous emoticons*

K: It's true. I spent a whole hour gardening just now.

J: *splutter splutter*

K: Changed the soil for my roses and sieved out earthworms to add to them.

J: Woah!!! Guess I should reassess my impression of you.

K: Hmmph.

my witness

Flashback

listening to fish leong's 'Ting Bu Dao'...

This morning, as I flicked my wrist to see the time, the date caught my eye. For a moment time reversed, and I was transported back to two years ago.

A couple more days.

Happy birthday to you.

Pre Pregnant Party

listening to sun ho's 'Piao Yang Guo Hai'...

Two weeks back, Bei announced solemnly,
"I'm ending my nightlife. Time to rid my body of the toxins and get ready for a baby next year."

Thus, an email was sent out.



Of course the Tohs came. Party was for them.


Their uni friends turned up.


The Gohs dropped by.


We were obviously there.


Stella was there as well.
She felt sore because the bouncer asked for my ID, but didn't check hers.
K: I'm definitely old enough. Very very ancient in fact. You've just made my day.
Bouncer: (smiles) It's my pleasure.


Then there were others who happened to be at Wine Bar that night.
Like the enigmatic ZJ, who once during college days, asked if I wanted to go cut hair together.
No thanks, mate, crew cut is not my style.


Then I saw Jo who drinks like a fish and sings like an angel.
Or was she the Jo who kisses like an octopus?


T happened to be there with his friends.
We competed to see who's got a smaller face.


This was the legion of drinks that floored some of Bei's friends.


WQ and Bei sent them home, and that was the end of the PPP.
Boohoo :(


Bei: Don't be sad. If Take That and Backstreet Boys can have revival concerts, I can always make a come-back on special occasions.

KP face

listening to she's 'Chu Dian'...

There are people who are born with irritating kiam-pa faces.
You see them, you wanna smack them.

Some say he's got KP face.



Some find his face KP.


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A lot of people think this guy has the ultimate KP face.


I'm talking about the one on the right.

Sometimes, my face is kinda KP too.



Anyway, back to the story about kiam-pa faces.

~~~
It was terribly crowded at Zouk Wine Bar on Friday night. I was sitting at the bar counter with YL and TY while the rest of the group were standing next to the DJ console. We were gossiping merrily away when this gal rudely interrupted. She was one of those unfortunate people born with KP faces. The particular type who thought they were so goodlooking, the rest of us earthlings must fawn on her. Worse still, she wasn't even THAT pretty.

"Can I get to the bar?" she asked icily. TY gave up her space, but not without casting a look of disgust at the KP gal first.

I was appalled by her sheer bad manners. Unspoken bar etiquette requires you to look sheepish, or at least smiley if you want people to make way for you. Hey lady, we're doing you a favour here!

<---we were so turned off by KP Gal.

She tried to get the crew's attention but to no avail. The bartender whom we're familiar with, came over for a short chat. To spite her, we decided to monopolize him. The best thing that happened? He went away without noticing her at all! Wahahaha...

<---the nice barman.

KPG slunked away after a while. Good riddance to bad rubbish! *bish bish bish*

One reason why I love Singapore

listening to cassie's 'Me & U'...

I love Singapore because it's so incredibly small.

Scenario 1
Over MSN yesterday

SR: hey, u sick? again? flu bug's going ard... anyway, my mum said you were MC at my cousin's wedding last week :)

Kay: really?! who's ur cousin?!

SR: the groom. my mom's 2nd sister's son.

Kay: oh! no wonder i found one of the ladies at the tea ceremony familiar.

SR: mom recognised you but you so busy, she didn't go up to you.

Kay: ugh... so paiseh!

~~~
Scenario 2
In the canteen

I was having lunch with T today when he saw some of his colleagues.
He waved them over to join us and to my amazement, one of them happens to be my college mate! A very nice, funny, crazy boy from school.
They thought I had a bolt loose for I was grinning non-stop.
Couldn't help it. It's always heartwarming to see friends from the past.

While waiting...

Do you know that the wind is very strong in the tunnel?
Do you know that if you use the emergency phone on the side walls, they'll connect you directly to the towing service?

The tow truck hadn't arrived and I was bored.
So it was snap happy time again.




See the faint orange 'X' in the picture?
I caused it. Woohoo!




Hysterical Zappy: Don't leave me!

The EMAS person told me to wait in the tow truck while he took Zappy's picture for records.
Mugshots of Zappy.
Zappy is going to end up in the LTA's book of dumb drivers.
Wahahahaha...

Call LTA works!

listening to lily allen's 'Smile'...

Zappy ran out of petrol in the CTE tunnel last Friday.

I was on the extreme right lane, cruising at the maximum speed allowed when he hiccupped twice.

I glanced at the fuel gauge.
Empty.
I was sick and my car just died on me.
I must have finished my good karma and the whole of my reserve tank.
Shit.

Despite my frantic stomping on the accelerator, Zappy started slowing down, totally disregarding his master aka me, and the tailgaters behind him. I switched on the hazard lights and manoeuvered Zaps to the road shoulder. A frigging difficult task when the oncoming traffic wasn't friendly, and your car was moving pretty much like a slug.

Called W.

Kay: ARGH!!! What should I do if I run out of petrol?
W: Go to the nearest petrol kiosk and get a can of petrol to fill your tank.
Kay: Where??? I'm stuck in the bloody CTE tunnel!
W: Oh. Ask someone to bring the petrol to you.
Kay: 4ish in the afternoon!!! Who on earth knocks off at this time, except me?!?!
W: Don't worry Kay, we have a lot of friends.
Kay: Hmm... true. Alright, bye!

After ending the conversation, I felt calmer but I didn't want to call any of my friends. I hate troubling people. I don't like to rely. Call dad? Bad idea. I'd be nagged to death by Mom. How???

Then, the sign flashed before my eyes.
1800-CALL-LTA.
So I did.

The tow truck came, and I was saved.
Not only was the towing service free of charge, the two nice gentlemen even sent me to the nearest pump station instead of the designated carpark. I didn't even have to ask someone to bring me the petrol. :)

"Remember to fill up your tank next time," my saviours advised before they left for another rescue assignment. Which I heeded. Full tank for Zappy please.

Apparently I still had some good karma credits left.

Quietness prevails

listening to frank sinatra's 'The Way You Look Tonight'...



I like this picture. Took it randomly during the England-Portugal match.

For a month, charming groups of strangers dotted the streets till wee hours of the morn. Many bound by their love for the game, or for some others, the scent of money that came with winning bets.

Now that the world cup is over, the universe is once again a friendless place for insomniacs. From tonight onwards, it'll be relatively quiet again.
Pity.

Kay is restless and irritable. The dry hacking cough isn't helping the situation.
My patience wears thin at the slightest provocation. My thoughts run amok and sprint too fast for me to rein them in.
Peace and tranquility is not what I want.

Goodbye Zidane!

listening to chris brown's 'Gimme That...

The Azzurri won.
5-3 on penalties after a 1-1 draw against the French, who was left with ten men after Zidane got sent out.

I was biting my nails throughout the entire match (less calories than potato chips and more convenient than cup noodles).
Both sides were playing rough and there was so much tackling on the field. Kinda scary actually. Zidane's seventh minute penalty shot seemed so nonchalent, nevertheless, a lethal one. Italy was aggressive and the defence was watertight. Cannavaro was a fine epitome of chilli padi, small but fiery. I had to eat an orange and keep drinking water to calm my frazzled nerves.

90 minutes. Whistle blown. Match went into the thirty minute extra time.

At the 110th minute, the French captain suddenly went berserk and head-butted Materazzi. The referee didn't see it happen, but his assistants did. Buffon and a few others also came over to protest. I was shaking my head when I saw the Argentina referee reached out for his pocket. *horror* Red card.

Noooooooooooo!!!!

Maybe it was because Materazzi had grabbed Zidane shirt to hold him back. Maybe Materazzi had whispered in his ear, 'Eh, Botak, save it. We'll win the cup'. Many maybes, but Zidance should have kept his cool. Beat up the Italian after the match. *bish bish bish bish*

"What a stupid thing Zidane has done!" exclaimed the commentator.

Yes it was! Definitely the worst way to end his career, his swan song. He couldn't even stay on bench. Sob sob!!! Goodbye Zidane :-(

I support neither France nor Italy, just Zidane. May the better team win, and the Italians proved that they were the best in the world.

Wedding allergy

listening to jason mraz's 'The Remedy'...

I am allergic to weddings. Gang members' weddings to be exact.
Two years back, XL's big day, I was running a fever that made me shiver non-stop.
Turned out to be dengue.
Wasn't a bad deal since I got to shed some weight and rot at home.

BM's wedding turned out really well. Almost the whole gang was present, except for Wei, who's in Australia studying diligently. Nay, to be exact, on the day of the wedding, she's actually diving in Cairns.

For those without Kay's multiply picture link, here are some pictures of the wedding:


Groom had to suffer a series of tortures and pay his way out before he could get to his bride.
Do not underestimate the power of the small puny leaves on the plate. Two slices were enough to make the guys raise their white flags.
And guess which is my eye in the picture...


Before the dinner started, I was happily snapping away.
We were at the big table because the gang has grown larger with the inclusion of the affiliates.
English footballers have their WAGs. De gang members have their BAHs, boyfriends and husbands of the gang.


Looks yummy? Don't even think.
Essentials during the 'nao dong fang' (read: ruckus in the couple's room).

Anyway, back to my wedding allergy.
My flu has decided to turn for the worse.

I have cotton wool stuffed in my ears. The insides of my nose is painfully dry, but still functional as a mucus machine. A fat cow probably jumps on me each day while I sleep, which explains the perpetual headache and body pain.
I feel like shit.

Mom says I'm a horrid patient. I don't follow instructions, I refuse to rest well, and I whine a lot. After a while, the family gets so sick from my complaining, they all start getting headaches.
Wahahahaha...
I am a horrid patient, yeah. I AM SICK AND I HATE IT!

Pls hit 'snooze'

listening to bubba sparxxx's 'Ms New Booty'...

Fortunately my bio-clock is currently on snooze mode, otherwise it would have exploded from mental overloading over the weekend.

Wedding discussions, baby's first month celebration, followed by a visit to a pregnant classmate's place the day after. Did I mention she's going to pop anytime this week? OH MAN OH MAN!!!

Excited and happy for all of them, but so scary...


Spot the two brides-to-be.


Baby VR looking dazed.

I've caught the fever

listening to 2006 world cup official anthem 'Celebrate The Day'...

I will not attempt football talk. Not masterful enough to come up with anything credible. The only thing I'm proud of, is that I can rattle off players' names in Mandarin.

With two older godbrothers who are football fanatics, I was crazy about football when I was younger... the 98 World Cup, 96 Euro Cup, as well as the Malaysia Cup eons ago. Then I got distracted and shifted my attention to everything else.

However, after watching last night/ this morning's matches, I just HAVE to write about it:

1) England put up a fairly good fight after Rooney got sent off, but the formation they used wasn't suitable for a ten-man play.
2) Crouch was so clumsy! Each time he tripped over his own legs, the crowd at Liquid Kitchen would laugh and shake their heads.
3) Portugal wasn't all that excellent. 10 vs 11 leh!!! *tsk tsk tsk* Luckily for the saves by Ricardo :P
4) Hugo Viana the Portugal midfielder resembles Michael Vartan from 'Alias'.
5) Alamak! Cristiano really reminded me of my prefect classmate back in primary school. "Teacher! Kay's reading Archie comics under the table!" Fast forward to 2006, Germany. "Referee! Rooney stepped on Carvalho's groin!"

That's all for the England vs Portugal match.

Next, I am going to gush about my botak hero, Zidane. I used to support him only because we share the same birthday. Bizarre reason but it prevents my loyalty from wavering. You can't switch birthdates.

After watching him on Sunday morning, I finally appreciate the beauty of good skills.

ZINEDINE ZIDANE!!!

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The French captain was fantastic! He was magical! His passes were amazing! His nifty footwork was captivating!
I can't rave enough...

You go Zizou, for the semi-finals!
Erm, in case you don't play too well again (TOUCHWOOD), I'll still root for you coz... yeah, we share the same birthday.

ps:
Zidane - qi da nei
Makelele - ma ke lai lai
Henry - heng li
Trezeguet - te lei ze gai
Figo - fei ge
Ronaldo - luo na er duo
Ricardo - li ka duo
Carvalho - ka wa lue
Ballack - ba la ke
Kahn - ka en
Klose - ke luo si
Lehmann - lai he man
Totti - tuo di
Del Piero - pi ye luo
Cannavaro - ka na wa luo
Buffon - bu feng