Appetite for pictures.

This is a very 80s shot. Something my mother will do when she's 20. Wind blowing in the hair. How cheesy, yet i'm doing it.
My ass looks as big as that thing la!
I can almost think of something to write on the spacious right hand side of the picture.

When one boy + one girl, bored at a BBQ= 1 CAM WHORE OPPORTUNITY.


I'm not sure, i think i still prefer my fringe to the side. The bangs are SO COMMON now!
I hope that's not wrinkles i'm seeing! Gosh! I'm 24 this year!
Those wedges make me cringe. Cause they look like platforms. Those that short ah lians wear.
I'm never really good in heels. I was so worried i was going to topple into the pool. I think that'll be the highlight of the BBQ. That would have been the plan. If i wanted to steal the limelight of the birthday girl.

Someone's looking really hungry.

The sky was red! Rain coming...

I don't know why...he raised his leg, i grabbed his leg. All i said was "Let's pose Street Fighter!"
By the way, i streamed it online at www.videostic.com (not quite worth $7 unless you're a hardcore Street Fighter or Kristen's fan)

Kristen Kreuk is so pretty!! But her Mandarin as well as Cantonese cannot make it. Edmund Chen....bleh....eeew....bleeeeh. I think Allan Wu will be better actually. But ok, give Edmund some credit. He wasn't thaaaaat bad. But i think Hongkongers do better in Hollywood movies. More realistic lah.

Speaking of Edmund, i've interacted with him before. He's a very charming (flirtateous?) kinda guy. Very PR-ish, very gentlemanly. He can charm anyone from age 4 to 80 (which actually is Channel 8's target audience).

See, i have unglam pictures too.

Annoymous phone calls.

His dad came to visit and i stored his temp.mobile number because i am more free than his son, so thought i could show him around Singapore.

On my off day, i called the dad and asked if he wants to go Chinatown.

I couldn't understand him. He sounded Indian.

But i thought maybe it's because his English isn't that good. Maybe the reception was bad. So i asked him to SMS me.

His sms came: I no ferrie.What is your naime.Hannis eouetr oaiourt doiuetr oaieutor (ok, not quite those words. I deleted it already, but you get the gist.)

So i called his son and apologised that i really cannot understand his Dad. Forwarded the message if that is their language. The Son said "no" and he cannot understand his Dad too. But he said his dad usually mumbles on the phone. So i thought that's normal.

I felt bad, because i kept hanging up on this man over the phone because i simply CANNOT UNDERSTAND HIM! Thinking it's his father, i felt terribly terribly bad.

Then this man smsed me...

Sleep no more. Open the door. Basket of fruits, beautiful day.

I thought his dad was trying to tell me he is already up, ready to go Chinatown! When i Smsed him, " Do you want to go Chinatown?" He replied, " Hi, nice to meet you. I want to yo."

So i turned up at his place, talked to his dad and explained i can't understand him on the phone. The dad was also nonchalent and replied me "Oh, is it? Maybe the reception is bad."

BUT THEN AFTER THIS FIASCO, I JUST REALISED HIS DAD HAVE NEVER SPOKEN TO ME ON THE PHONE BEFORE AT ALL!!

I only found this out 3 days later. After endless calls and smses between me and the annoymous guy. I even asked his son why did his dad send me a love poem!

Roses are red, sky is blue. My love is true, only for you.

The mystery broke only when i was about to meet them up and the "dad" called again, when i was right outside his doorstep. I asked "hey, why did you call me?" when he opened the door. He went," Huh! i didn't call you!"

Then we found out that the dad have NEVER called or SMS me for the last few days. He doesn't even know my number! And so the son was shouting expletives down the phone the next time he phoned. Something like "Don't call again. I will call the Police etc."

but then he felt a little bad because after i explained the entire story, he found out it was ME who started the whole thing! Because i stored in his dad number wrongly! Got the last digit wrong.

He deciphered that this is probably a lonely foreign worker. Telling me he is on a ship, he cannot go to Chinatown right now. But he wants to and wants to be friends.

Yesterday, he probably passed my number to his friend (who can speak better English) to try again at me. I told him again politely, not to call me again and hung up. The son suggests that i store them as Ban** 1 and ***ga 2 just in case they call again.

LOL.

Saturday Night Twilight Fever.

The Twilight party was abit of a let-down actually. The description sounded like a hellvua house party. But it wasn't. Not quite. Maybe it's just my standards. Considering i do not know how to appreciate free flow of alcohol. I'm more into deco and people ;p
It was a vampire themed party,actually.

He says "This is the French Goodbye. You don't have to tell anyone Goodbye."

The next night was better. Maybe course it's 1)not at a house therefore more "properly done"

2) good music (retro!) 3) FREE good food (hotel's restaurant) 4) FREE good drinks 5) more whacky people dressing to the theme (deco!)

This and the next picture look a lit' funny as i've something stuffed in my mouth. Haven't really eaten the whole day, i was starved! There were alot more beautiful people (boys and girls) but i didn't really went round in making friends (should have). But oh you know, how i hate making introductions and small talk (some guys did approach me, but i kept it short). So i just made the beeline to known friends.

Feel like porky tonight.

Sunsets..

I never really thought sunsets were romantic (as clinche it always has been), but they sure make beautiful pictures.

Father and son in conversation.

And i wasn't even a pro. All i needed was my fluroscent pink camera!

Do best friends still write letters now?Not even lovers do.

Secondary school was where some of my best days of life happened. My best girlfriend and i wrote cards, letters and all sorts to each other almost daily.

I've held on to all my snail mail for almost 11 years now. Its time to throw them away to make space for more clothes (yikes!). But before i do, i read through them all, one by one. Over and over again. Here's what i learnt from reading those letters 11 years back:

When i was 13: Dewi and i loved Plaza Singapura. For the fact that our favourite shop was there. We both loved Winnie the Pooh, and we constantly bought Winnie the Pooh stationery to write to each other. Our letters pretty much contained stuff like 'problems' (Boy-girl-relationship sort), teachers (cannot stand Mrs Chia!) and 'oh shit, D&T project is due!'.
Dewi was the belle of the school then. Never ending of suitors. So of course, she had 'many boyfriends'. And i remember each and everyone of them. As she shares with me her 'problems' in her letters. With each new boy she has a crush on, she starts her letter with "I wanna marry him!!!" I smile now, because that's how innocent relationships were then.
Dewi was the best friend who introduced me shaving, makeup and a whole new wardrobe. She was the 'hip' one. I was the mountain tortoise.

Then came Sufen and Meowying whom i became good friends with too. And i read a letter from Dewi telling me she CAN be friends with them too and we all can hang out. I don't have to spilt. But guess that didn't happen and so we drifted, Dewi started hanging out with boys only. It was a different mix. Dewi thought she could blend in. But interests, characters, topics were just different. Dewi was just more 'ang-moh' while the other group were just 'chi-na'.
And there're some boy names mentioned in the letters that i simply can't recall. Did i go out with a certain Joel? I can't remember. I barely liked any boys at 13, much less go out on dates.

I only had 2 major crushes through the ages of 13-16. Ok, plus 2 more minor crushes. I remember how my heart ached when they never liked me back. But i never cried. Because my heart was never broken. 17-19, there was no one. Then at 19, i met my first boyfriend.

Who says boys don't write? These were all from boys. Norman wrote me a lot back then. The funniest and sweetest stuff, sometimes. Things like “ why you always say Louis Khoo and Takeshi Sorimachi is very handsome, but you never say I’m handsome?”
XB whom I met from a Judo trip to Changmai. I remember representing Singapore, lasted 30 seconds on the dojo. Remembered wearing long sleeved shirts everywhere because I was afraid of being jabbed by the aids needle on the busy streets. Remembered we had a lot of “talk”, because he was from another school, a lot more senior and was in top form in that sport. Jealousy from his female school mates, I reckon. Women are always jealous, no matter what. And we started writing to each other after the trip but it eventually died off.
And JK, whom I also met from that same trip. He too, started writing to me after the trip. He was a VERY emotional guy which seriously got on my nerves many times. Eventually, he got the hint and laid off but over the years, I found that though he might be emotional and irritating, he is a friend you can count on. Coming to an exhibition where I worked, sitting there just to chat with me to spend my time away. I think when he did that, he was no longer having feelings for me (I think). So I guess its not true that men always have a motive when they’re nice to the opposite sex.

All camps were never missing scraps of paper. I even wrote on toilet paper when the scraps ran out. Anything to get my note across :P
I miss camps. But I don’t quite like camps nowadays anymore. Chalets too. Maybe because I’m older. I prefer to sleep at 11pm, I prefer to bathe in my comfortable toilet than a dirty public, shower-can’t-be-taken-down, nowhere-to-put-toiletries place. But school and church camps were the most fun days. A lot happened with many daily interactions with the opposite sex! Haha.

The LOVE LETTERS…..

A wrote daily to me. So on a Monday, I will get 2 (Sat and Sun) because there is no school on weekends. We continued the penmanship for awhile until things turned sour when I thought I like his best friend better. Frankly, A was a very romantic and generous guy and I think his partner will be very fortunate. Just too bad I have no feelings. Around me, there’re many good men around. But when you’ve no feelings, you just have no feelings. I cannot be with someone JUST BECAUSE I need someone. Or be with someone just because he can make me a very happy rich princess. Most of the times, I think I am poorer because of a relationship because I’m more of a giver than a taker. And most of the times (no, make that ALL the time), I get whatever I want on my own capability so I do not need to rely on a man.

S was also a writer and romancer. He makes the most beautiful cards for me and did all my art homework. We had a lot of “talk” then because I just entered Secondary School and he was a senior, well reputation and with a fan club. I am a not-bad mountain tortoise. He was my very first crush that I think I stay fond of for many many years even after many other crushes, schools and eventually relationships. Not that there’s anything to feel threatened about. It’s just platonic fondness after Secondary School.
When I was 15: My heart skipped a beat when this crush wrote me one Valentine’s Day. You can imagine how elated I was because I’ve always liked him but he always ended up being with someone around me, but just not me. Not that I really wanted a relationship then anyway. I do not know what is a relationship. Too innocent already. Haha..

I had a lot of pen pals too! Jobina..whom I’ve NEVER ever met. I think she was my elder brother’s MRIC friend. Haha, I can’t remember how we even started. But I think my brother told me she wasn’t quite a looker.

Then pen pals from overseas. These cards were from cute little boys that I met on my family holiday in New Zealand. And Isa, a pen pal from Holland whom I met on another family holiday in Sarawak. I saved her from falling into a river. Since then, she’s sent me countless parcels and written me many letters. She was probably close to 70 when I saved her. This is morbid and probably abit greedy, but I knew she was childless and kinless. So I was wondering if she would leave me her Holland fortune when she leaves..Muahahaha! Me being her saviour. Haha!

My friends probably think i wanna c a naked man very much. Received 2 similar cards on my birthday! One was from the USA though. Hallmark is international.
So why did snail writing stop? Why did it die off with me and my pen pals? Definitely it wasn’t me who stopped. I love sending and receiving snail mail. It could be time, it could be life changes. With emails, sms, Facebook,no one bothers with snail mail anymore. How many Christmas cards do you receive now? The saddest thing I’ve learnt was my ex boyfriend never read any of my cards/ letters to him. And if he had never bothered to read what his lover wrote, how much of a lover was he?

He did finally read. But it was all too late.

My friend went on a hiatus from photography. He recently came back, and i must say he's out of practice. Compared to the last 2 impromptu sessions we had, this session had less nice shots out of the dozens experimental shots.

This boy always has a camera with him without fail that whenever we meet for coffee, we end up taking pictures. Oh well, he loves photographing, i love being photographed.I wasn't quite in the mood though, actually. No make-up, dressed in slack tee and jeans. He had this great idea to have me put on BRIGHT RED lipstick. For effect. So he bought a cheapo $3 lipstick from a chapalang shop.

I think it'll be nicer if i could make the entire photo in BW, then only the lips in colour. But i'm too lazy and i'm not good at photoshop.
Struck some obligatory poses. Feeling quite sian already.
This is the first shot. Totally sullen. I wasn't even posing.










The blue glasses are from my younger brother's gf. I think it looks better on me. hahhaa..

Can someone calculate how much i've spent on bikinis and tell me?

We officially made pizza.

He's SO GOOD with lagsane, pizza and pasta.

It was tedious making pizza, considering we start right from making dough. Yeast, flour, water, olive oil, sugar, salt and milk. Knead,pour, knead, bake, knead.

But it was so so good. Quality pizza you know, not junk food. So healthy that even my parents asked for more.

If you want to be a good mother, start learning to make your own pizza.

I wonder what parents think...

when they see this..... from this....