Flambé at Hyatt

Liquer, liquer, lots of liquer.

Va-voom....Psssst....Smokin'

No wonder i felt sleepy while Mad About English was playing. All that liquer in the desserts made at our table! It was $28++ for non stop fire play, and you eat to your heart's content. I must say i'm not quite a dessert for dinner person though. I still need food, dessert comes after food. Not 3 main desserts as food. I had crepes, berries, chocolate, ice cream and more ice cream as dinner that night.

Mad About English was....interesting choice for a movie, however. Its about China's mad rush in learning English in preparation for the Olympics. Very appropriate, very timely, excellent conceptualisation but no, i wouldn't pay for it. Will be fantastic if it can be on free-to-air though, great education.

China has got such hardworking people. No wonder they're becoming the powerhouse. People in their 80s are also in the mad rush to learn English. So they can do their nation proud by being able to communicate when the foreigners visit. You admire them for their unity.

They have English intensive camps for the youths. With rave parties and rally speeches as part of the camp programme line-up. Children as young as 8 join teenagers as old as 20 (maybe), and they practise English day and night, literally. Thousands of them, pumping their fists in the air, chanting " Speak good English, speak good English."

I like the Policeman who can speak with multiple accents (too many Hollywood movies) and the ridiculously cute female 90 year old physician who recites funny medical terms in English.

"There is something wrong with your anus."

Lo And Behold...

This is what i will look like if i'm 45Kg (not intending to go there, don't worry).

But...hahahahaha..its SUCH A LAUGH!!! All thanks to this fantastic girlfriend, QT. Who was very bored, obviously. And DI-ed my picture. I have stick thin arms (looks damn long), a 23cm waist, and niiiiice boobies. It's like a somewhat attractive yet not attractive me.

Reminds me of Angelina Jolie in Beowulf though, i'm animated-nise.

An all expenses paid trip.

Bali! Ho ho ho...here i come!! Have you ever heard the myth that you should never go to Bali with your boyfriend/ girlfriend? Otherwise you will be cursed to break up. Go with husband/ wife, ok. But not unmarried. But i'm going with a bus load full of girls. I won't be cursed then, i suppose?

P.S the above picture was taken in New Zealand. But it's such a nice HOLIDAY pic. So it's most apt.

Transported back in time.

And time cannot be turned back.

Learn a new thing in 5 mins. Check.

Aaaahh...this is life. Singaporeans ought to do things out of the norm (movie and dinner) more. Even if its just a speed boat ride, it is oh so fun. Here i am day dreaming already...its good to have your partner to be interested in the same activities. I day dreamt that if only my future partner and i both buy a speed boat and both get a boat license.

He drive, i ride. I ride, he drive.

And we can own a yatch too. Hahahhahaa..i'm entitled to day dream, can't i?

OH, and if you're wondering if i got 2 stripes across my stomach. Yes, there is. But no, i didn't get funny patterns from the white one in Sentosa.

The very suave instructor i got. I clinged on to him for my dear life. I AM afraid of the water. I nearly drowned thrice in my life!

And guess what? I failed the first tug. But got up standing on the second pull and rode without falling for a good 5 minutes!! 5 minutes is very long already ok, my forearms are aching so badly now. Have got no....s......t....ren....gth..... anymore.

The instructor said there were girls who have tried wakeboarding 3, 4 times but still cannot stand up. And i got it on my first try. Yay!

The weather was absolutely beautiful. So tanned now.

After an hour of wakeboarding, we chilled in the pool.

So many yatches docked, its a pretty sight. Some are massive, some are rustic. Didn't see one with any funny names though.

This dog...owned by the guy who runs the wakeboard business, lives on the yatch. And this dog, is very unique, for it has one eye blue, the other eye brown. Couldn't capture a better picture because it can't stay still! It is deaf, i was told.

Booze, sun and sea everyday. What a dog's life!

Family Portrait

2005


Meant to have a diversified culture theme (but only one is wearing Jap instead of Chinese)



2006

Meant to be a mafia/ superhero theme.

2008?
Suggest a theme? How about dysfunctional family? Or kinky family? Hahahahaa..i HIGHLY DOUBT my parents will be game.

We need to have another one guys..29 Oct. The date's been set. Oh, right...don't bother suggesting a theme then. Because it'll be GRADUATION time.

Been a long Bonjour

I never did write about France, did i? The trip was taken 2 years ago...looking through the pictures i guess nothing extremely exciting happened, thus that was why i never did write about it. Besides, 2 years ago..my winter fashion sense sucked.



Besides, it was so darn cold, and my ass was being freezed off that wasn't quite in the mood to take any pictures. Except my brother, who's a bigger cam whore than me. Hahaha..



But you know as i read through my old entries..it's really nice reminiscing. So maybe i should...



I've been really blessed to be able to take family holidays annually (but Dad is saying that is soon to stop. Cannot support anymore, with us all adult fares)



I've always wanted to be a air stewardess for this reason. But Dad said why clean people's vomit when you can hold a 9-5 job and still travel? Makes sense...but awww, you know i'm a person who do what she says. So i said it, and i wanna do it. Clock's ticking...


We spent much of the trip with extended family....and in Germany, the town's pretty dead. And i was bored out of my wits, so i scraped around pieces of paper to make them all a birdie farewell card.

See! Bored.

Very very distant family..sorta, ok, not really.

We visited the chateaus, the museums, the cathedrals, the castles, the Pradas and LVs, certainly an artistic part of the world.

We've seen snow before, but still have yet to experience falling snow.

Paris's Disneyland is a no go. Mainly kiddie rides, and it's small. Stick to the America's theme parks instead.

When my dad saw this pic, he ordered "DELETE!". Hey, you brought us there! Ha ha ha...this is not the only picture taken. But i shall give him respect and not put the rest. Ha ha ha.

We popped SO MANY eclairs there, it costs a bomb. And while i was popping this eclair, Ivan was peeing into a bottle at the back. It was a 3 hour drive to Paris!! Besides, 2 years has passed already...i don't think Ivan is embarrassed anymore. Haha.

I hoped he washed his hands. French food....is not what we think it is. I like French food in Singapore, but when i get the real deal over there..it's cold,weird and tasteless. Except the escargots and crepes. Look at this desert found in the DisneyLand restaurant. Appetising?

True Ghost Stories

You know i write somewhere else too. I was assigned to write for our station on our website and i'm loving it! Its one area i get free reign, one area no one edits or watches over me (but of course, initially i got rapped for the suggestive innuendos).

I'm quite proud of that segment, really actually. Because i get to write creatively what i think about our station, our work place and our shows. Increasingly, i'm getting more encouraged about it because quite a number of colleagues out of my department are reading and loving it.

However, what's written over there is different from what's over here. It's work over there after all, and i try not to cross the two. You never know who reads what, what secrets are dug. Its scary, Google and the cyberspace.

But just because i just shared the office ghost stories over there, i thought of transporting more of the horror over here. Plus the personal ghost stories too as well of course.

Hungry Ghost Festival starts tomorrow, by the way.

I'm always amused and spooked by the thought that at those 'concerts' staged at this time, the front rows are always left for the ghosts to sit. Humans sit third row onwards.

This is our lift landing, i'm on the 4th floor (the highest) and there's no other building or trees around.
But look what's this. A pair of handprints. Numerous of them, imprinted all over the glass.

I'm sure there's nothing to be alarmed about. I deduced it to it being monkeys. But then again, there're NO trees or buildings anywhere close to this. And its dome shaped too.

So how did the monkeys get up?

But there's this story that spooked me out for awhile. A colleague said she once saw an old man squatting in front of her when she pee-ed. This was in the afternoon. Misconception that they only appear at night! Haha...
And this corridor that i took in office premises...it always reminded me of those in the hospitals. Then of course, you get the usual stories that typing and children giggling can be heard at night when no one is around but a human stayed back to work.

If you ask me if i believe in ghosts....i do. And i do, because i've experience. But my faith have kept me from being afraid of them.

Except when, friends are around and their fear catches on. I don't see them now, but i did when i was in my secondary school days.

I see them in school mostly. And at home too. That was the period when my elder brother was really rebellious and into punk rock, heavy metal.

And i know its not my halluncination because certain experiences, my friends saw it too.

They're mostly dark figures to me, faceless.

The one vivid experience was when we camped in school.

5 of us stayed up late (in the classroom), just chatting and gossiping. Suddenly i saw the laundry line moving up and down (there's no wind), i thought my eyes was playing tricks, but when my friend saw me staring at the laundry line, she told me "i saw it moving, did u?"

Our hair stood...the atmosphere was thick. We wanted to get out, but the door did not budge (the lock was supposedly spoilt), and as my friend and i struggled to pull/ push the door, we heard a knock from the outside. We screamed, and ran back to our covers. As we ran across the room, i accidentally kicked my friend who was sleeping (5 of us awake, 10 others already asleep). NO ONE, and i mean NO ONE stirred. We then got worried for one sleeping girl because her feet was facing the door (there's a Chinese superstition about that)

We decided to call our friends next door (who were awake and studying) to come open the door, but we never heard their phone ring. They were just next door!

So we shouted, and alas the guys above us (boys and girls were seperated into 2 floors to sleep) heard us and came down. The girls next door eventually did, and said they were nonchalant about anything. Their phone didn't ring, they didn't hear our commotion.

After the guys checked that we're alright, they asked if to leave the door open (scared we get shut in again) or to close it (scared that something might come in). We seriously didn't know which option would be better.

The 5 of us held hands to sleep that night. I couldn't sleep at all. Because i keep hearing someone in heels pacing back and forth in the corridor.

That was the one time, i feared i would never survive the night.

Flashy cars, fat wallet, good looks don't impress me.

Because i've a good pair of legs to walk, a good job that pays ok, and good looks will never last.

Good company, good fashion and good manners do however, impress me.

Good chef, and good food too. Oh, how worthy it was to hunt high and low for Dim Sake. Just when the boy was grumbling and making a fuss how i led him up and down, round and about.

And we did work up an appetite.

Xiao Long Bao shooters, cod fish with mango, abalone dumplings, lobster rolls, sashimi...

Oooh, oooh, oooh....tuna belly...a delicacy i was told.

" People avoid it because of the price."

*rooooolls eyes and looks at boy*

" Show-off! I'm not impressed with your wealth just because you're ordering it."

3 years back, we realised our number sign (if we actually believe it) is the same, so we're both very head-strong with each other. Its almost like a negative pole versus a negative pole.

But ok, he didn't want to tell me what the total bill was that night. What a total gentleman :P

The deco didn't quite impress me when i first stepped in, but slowly it grew onto me and i learnt to appreciate. Rows of dim sum bamboo trays lined the walls. The colours were stark white, sparse but the lighting was dim enough to make it cosy.

After the somewhat dinner, we went to Marriot for coffee and struddel. Oh, what a Saturday night, what a Saturday night.

On the work front, this certain artiste said i lost weight. And this certain artiste whom i see every week at recordings. And this certain artiste is so funny, humble and down-to-earth with me, i'm increasingly growing onto him. But hey, just as friends, just as friends.

Things are happier now at work, it's so nice to smile everyday. I missed the happy me, quite frankly. The guys at the other channel are starting to talk to me, and it's great knowing new people. We need to cross The Divide. Like, seriously.

I've a guardian angel at work with me! One who surprises me with sweet nothings. Someone who is so sincere, no motives, just pure concern.

I relish in these moments. Nothing fake, nothing plastic.