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Tuesday, July 28, 2009

Yay Blogger is working again.

Line-up for the day -
Poker tonight, poker tomorrow.
Poker right now, online as well.

This exciting life of mine.

Coming up, photos of my new home! Wheeee.

Monday, July 27, 2009

I am pissed off. Officially. Because..

a) I don't have a camera.
b) What the hell is wrong with Blogger? I can't upload photos? Since when??????
c) L said he'd call and he didn't. Time wasted waiting.


Friday, July 24, 2009

The unexplained never fails to instill fear and curiosity in me..

Some food for thought..

Sunday, July 19, 2009

Bye bye, Gong Gong, reserve a place for me in heaven ok?
We play mahjong once I'm up there, if I make it up like you.

At my grandfather's funeral now, in bishan. The last few days of his life were pretty torturous, so my relatives chose to cease medication and up the morphine to make him more comfortable. And then, my mom said, she watched him as he took in each breathe slowly and deeply, and finally stopped. Like the end of a song.

You'll always be remembered, for your braininess and stubborness,
and the joy you brought to all.

Thursday, July 16, 2009

Hello there young magician.

Your job, to con the audience. Plenty proud of it, until someone sees through your tricks. Even till then, you'd try to distort the truth, and pretend what just happened didn't happen. What, do I look like a fool to you? So, in order to avoid a temper, you pretend like there was no show. So in future, it's gonna be all "I knew you'd flare up, so I didn't tell you" for every secret that you keep, and I find out. That's a sorry excuse, one which you've achieved tier 1 in usage.

And, guess what, I'm sorry for blatantly getting angry too. I'm sorry for blatantly being exposed to your facades. I'm sorry that I have to blatantly tell you, I don't trust you anymore.

Teach me, how to trust someone whom sacrificed it, whether it's little things, or big things, time and time again, each time saying sorry for it. It's like having nothing to show for your effort, nay, honesty. I can't look you squarely in the eye. It's like, each time I know something is wrong, but yet you will not tell me. It will always be, because I might get angry. Because I might get hurt. Because I might leave you. You are drifting further and further away from me, and God knows how I can live with a stranger in the house. I'm trying, I think. But I don't know what is enough, and what is too much.

Soon enough, this cliff will end. I have limits, so do you. And I have needs, I am human. All I ask is that you could feel how I feel. But that's asking for too much, isn't it?

Sigh, I don't know what to do anymore.

Hi all, here I am, sleepless in Singapore and blogging. Scanned through my phone the other day and found pictures that have been rotting in there for ages, so here we go!

This morning, L and I went to the all-famous Katong Laksa stall to have our breakfast. It was delicious! Then, it didn't feel enough for L, so we went to the stall next door to have..

Shark's fin soup with rice!

It's really cool, it's shark's fin soup, but the rice is poured into the soup to make it like Mui Fan. I was skeptical at first, but it's really delicious! It's an entire meal in one.. you should go try it when you have the chance. It's next to 328 Katong laksa, the branch opposite Eastgate.

And, here's the ultimate protection against H1N1..

Meet Rorsharch!

Pranked L while waiting for my turn in the queue for the Eye Clinic at TTSH. He told me not to post it, but it's too funny!

Look at how much tissue I used laughing..

One sick puppy.

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Friday, July 10, 2009

Butter Factory, where we were mistaken for Koreans, stalked by random men, and had one too many peanut butter shots for comfort. Good night out, y'all, and happy birthday my dear Jane! Time for bed and then poker again in the evening, as well as Hoe Ann's birthday. Here's wishing you a good one in advance!

Sunday, July 05, 2009

Okay, I'm gonna compile a list of my favourite places to eat here, just in case I have a craving for something and I forgot which place has it. Will add to it as I go along. If you guys wanna try the food there, go ahead and google them.

The French Stall
Sun On Moon Japanese Restaurant
Cedele Bakery
Dozo Modern Japanesque
Shaslikh Russian
Au Petit Salut
Pho @ Holland Village

Wha fuck I'm craving all of them right now!

I am procrastinating being well. After a decently long time of sleeping too freaking late (say, like 12 in the afternoon after a long night of poker), not eating well, my body is finally showing signs of giving way. Signs like an incurable ulcer, infected eyes, and it feels as though H1N1 hit me too. Or would feel better than this.

Which is why I cannot wait! To move into the new place. Hopefully I'd be inspired to work out more, because if I go swimming right now (it is 12.32 am) or jogging, my mother would freak out. Even she gets more exercise than me by picking durians.

Lance sleeping on my bed, collapsing after two days of non-stop online poker. I wish he'd stop stressing himself out like that, even forgoing meeting his friends today. Although I can't say I'm not happy about that, I'm always worrying about his 'fan girls' or whatever they're called. So old and still so immature, the kind that would pop out of a bush at any moment.

Another poker session tonight, which I'm still in knots of whether to go.

Too much gambling is too..

Thursday, July 02, 2009

Tried heading myself into Zouk previously tonight.. failed miserably though. Took one glance at the bouncers at all the entrances and went, "No, it's impossible, forget it." But, I tried anyway. To which I got a piece of paper to write my name and number down, if ever they un-ban me from the place. Geez, now I know why the Yellow Ribbon Project is failing, ex-cons can't even pay for their jobs, let alone be paid for them :D

So the whole lot of people whom I regretfully dragged away for a few minutes of their night out waited with me while L was making his way down. And, I doubt I'd be able to head back into that place, for a long long time. So Chubis, I'm so sorry girls! This time I tried to not KKBZ but the circumstances force me to. Really wanted to spend the night out, but (hopefully) there'd be more chances, soon! Love you girls.

Look, Phua Chu Kang and Rosie at the back of our photo. 'Be gracious, a happy journey starts like that' - This is me saying, the irony of it all! Screw the system!

Wednesday, July 01, 2009

Such a long time since I've blogged. Well, lots of stuff have happened if you ask me.. like, how I just came home from a visit to TTSH Eye Clinic for an eye infection, before that I was at a poker game where I tumbled from up $500 to being down $1k, where I got a phone call from a friend that another has left (our lives) permanently. And before that, went to two birthdays, one where my new shoes got chewed off by a Yorkie (Happy Birthday Kelly!) and another where we failed to get the girl dead drunk and also failed to sing our songs. Yi Mei, sweetums for blowing out impossible candles, refilling our drinks to the tune of 4 seconds alcohol flow, seemed like 4 minutes. Really, if you wanted to poison us, do it more discreetly la! By the way, you're TWENTY you old fuck, hoho!

And, welcomexzxz back SARA! If the chocolates were yours, I could've very easily stolen the whole box of darks. Also, kudos to my darling Koa-kachu, who's been through everything with me. Which reminds me, we're moving in to the Metz! Love the new place, can't wait to do up the furniture. Any ideas?

PS. Transformers was good, Ghosts of GF Past was so-so, Up was great. Go catch'em. And, PS expired so blah-ish pictures for now.

15/10/1989, into fast cars, black/silver/grey, good foie gras, poker, a degenerate gambler. Hooked on appealing visuals and in love with the world's most retarded poker player, Lance.


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