i've got strong bones.
calcium in e bones.no worries bout osteoporosis.
milk it.
last night my entire palm was slammed clammed by e car door and it's still intact.
joreen's impact.
best of all, e car door actually shut tight.
with my hand in between.
awesom-O.
no bleeding. no broken bones.
just a protruding vein n a swelling cushion on e palm,
which in accordance to e palmistry book, reflects wealth.
just reminds me of how my leg slipped in to e hole in between e train n e platform 4yrs back.
and how my primary concern at that pt of time was not losing grip of my brand new jinxed sandals.
and how my bruise was blackish blue and how i pride having to encounter such an accident which SMRT wld prolly bribe my mouth shut frm e media.
and my only response to both e pain was laughing uncontrollably.
perhaps e pain triggered me off into a strangely unexplainable laughing misfit.
come to think of it, 'twas really hilarioushaha.


pain pleasures me

more birthday shoutouts n screamins.
happy birthday to....


elaine (22/9)

to e one on e right,(what an awesom-O pic i must say)
yingying, my graffiti guru with meenared mannerisms. so very special to me.
so blessed to have you in my life.
appreciate all you've done for me.
thank you for not forsaking me thru e yrs.


lily(24/9)

oh gosh this is such an ancient picture but this is e only one that i can get hold of with us in it.
those were e days werent they?
i love you lily dear.
happy 'stewardessing'.
you know what i mean. *winks.


wen(24/9)

'grandson' of khong guan.
do brush up n learn more ah-du songs yeah. ktving isnt all that exciting if we were to bang our heads to sum41's fat lip all e time.
more sultana biscuits when you return?
will nv forget you offering me a hand when i slipped n fell at castle green's gents after sneaking in for a suana.
will try to forget you laughing so damn loud while offering your act of kindness.


so manymany september babies.
and of cos, all pics above were specially chosen cos i look good in them.

Happy 19th Birthday my beloved Vanessa Cheryl Woo Shufen my baby waby.
i love you sweets and always will.
so glad that you enjoyed e surprise party that we had for you though you were pissed with me for a mo'.
anything at e expense of building up e ultimate climax for you.
willing to do aything for you baby.
still lovin' you even though you n leng spiked my soup with an extra dosage of tom yam paste.
still lovin' you even you didnt wear e party hat that leng n i made for you.
still lovin' you even though my birthday present which comes in e form of a white tube is still with you.
damn. if only we had time to play 'pin-e-tail-on-e-donkey' n drink our sparkling wine.
but nonetheless, e smile on your face made all efforts worth while.
many many many many many many many more birthday celebrations n surprise parties to come.
this i know for a fact.
i love you.

please, for hell's sake, be original.
i've been itching to get this out of me
and today my displeasures abt you will erupt
and i'll spit it right on your face.
i may be sourpussing for awhile.
but you're a FAKE and you have to live with that for e rest of your downtrodden life.
i feel shameful of your existence really.
a little extractions, here n there, to emphasize your pt is fine with me.
but to e extend of adopting my lingo as your own,
imitating my habits, my behavior, my mannerism, my style
whatever that distincts me n makes me special,
sickens me to a great extend.
it's blatant that you're perpetually altering your persona to be someone you're not.
trying oh so hard to be impressive, impressionable, imperial but my dear, i can see thru your veneers.
underneath it all, you're still e blase person that you are and you cant possibly deny your nature.
try as you might.
you wont make it big as a somebody or someone worth remembering.
you are easily forgotten.
a person void of substance.
essence so bland, yawn, what did you say again?
pay a price for your pathetic plagiarism.
but you cant afford it so i shall just forget abt it.
i feel sorry for you.
sympathize you.
look down upon you.
you're getting on my fucking nerves
and thats it. it's e end.
i'm plucking you out of my system. for good. forever.
don't hear frm me any longer.

hot. e weather i mean.



upandcoming postergirl for sports unillustrated.



i love me babies!



leng looks like a dragon here.rrrrr.



tanning on tues.
pics kindly abstracted frm vannie baby's camera. which was happily hogged by me.
e sun was glorious as usual. my back's tanner than my front and so is van's. leng developed a weird rash after showering with my shokobutsu.
soaking up e sun was good. but soaking up e sun with my darlingest girls n lunching at our table no 155 at seah im hawker centre makes june e happiest girl ever.




wed nite. in e cab to zouk.


oooh yeah dancin' in september.
as compared to newsroombar last sat which was such a farfarfar cry, whereby e music and crowd were blech n boring, mamboing was great after a 3mth hiatus.
liquer flowed aplenty.
and it was especially joyous when i had an extra lychee in my lychee martini.
when hot n sticky was stickier than usual.
when e samoka shot inflammed e tongue.
when e company i was with dizzied me up with happiness.
drunk talkin is such a bad habit of mine.
sprouting nonsense which i cant otherwise take back.
but alas, e damage is already done.
and cant undo e disappointment which i've brought upon.


help! leng is singing hokkien songs n prancing ard as if she's in those scenic obiangdated music videos. help!