so i have decided on the dresscode.


come dressed as the Girl/Boy from Ipanema enroute to COCCOmo.
think bossanova.sensuality.flowerchilds.flambuoyancyplease.bohochic.tons of flair.totally outre.merrymaking.gyratinghips.hiccupinghippies.
if all else fails, come dressed as any desirable LATTE flavor.vanilla.praline.rum.cinnamon.caramel.mocha.slurpishlysexy. as long as you arrive looking yummy and ultradelish and hardtoresist.


the prebirthdaycelebration.
31may
coccolatte
presales $14/tic.$16 at the door.
join me in celebrating my 21st!
we shall embrace my leap into womanhood together with tonsofbooze+boos.
make me happy by partying with me :)
let's rhumba!

at 5bucks per item, who cld refuse?
i totally lose it when i'm at fleas cos everything is just so cheap.
albeit secondhand, they're worth my every penny.
so timberlux, here i come!

and...





skinonskin contact brings abt incredible pain.
but i felt something much more intense than that.

especiallyforyou.
may days ahead be as lovely as you are.

so i thought i wanted a change.
for something better.
i laid my eyes on bob.
and i thought thebob was the one for me.
but now that i've got my heart's former desire,
i'm not sure so sure abt thebob anymore.
thebob and i don't look so good together.
somehow, i think thebob looks better with others than with me.
now that i've got thebob,
i don't think we're as compatible as i thought we wld be.
maybe i shd just give us time,
and give thebob some getting usedto.
but hey,
in time to come, i won't even want to live with thebob any longer.
so i rushed into things.
the fault is all mine.
and i'll have to live with my hasteposthaste of a decision.


plus,
i'm not even enjoying thebangs with thebob at all.
and faking it doesn't serve as a solution or an easy way out.
thebob doesn't make me feel as good as i wanted thebob to.
i don't oooh anymore. i arghh all e time.
i'm not liking/loving every waking moment with thebob.
and yes.
i cant wait to dump thebob.


longer is better.
for me, that is.

the blow


we might as well be strangers.
the wither of the belovedbotany.
once in fullbloom.the now-a sour staleness due to your imposed expiry.
whilst preferredperceptions are propagated by allthenoseynobodys,
misconstruedmishaps-harbored and born
ununderstoodtruths-developed and rippenedwithrot
i cldnt care less.
cldnt the least be bothered for they're hardly even significant.
basking under the askewedassumptions cast upon me,
thriving from the thoughts that're forming in these mindlessminds
perlustrating peeps and peeks that are thrown towards my direction.
and it was then
the unfortunate unearthing: that you were them
that spilled the shrouded squalidity.
how i had believed that you were one of utmostjust
reasoning with reasons
unjudgmental and unbiased.
for you knew me.
the innerme you managed to know of
as i shared with you my many insecurities.
how you used to calm me with your wisewords and soundserenity
the one i turned to in times of difficulties and moments of glee.
till the day the back was turned.and the love was lost and gone.
the purpose of this isnt to identify the source of cause or name the blame.
but an expression of the disappoinment and the isolation that has frayed the selvage.
to know that we wont be the same again
is desolation beyond any loss i have encountered by far.
for we wont be the same again,
we might as well be strangers.
if only we didnt develop that level of emotional intimacy we had
the talks the laughs we shared
the layers of pretense defense that you encouraged me to shed
all were good while they lasted.
and from the looks of the outcome,
we will be strangers.


as your eyes reach this part of the post,
we already are strangers.
pleased to have met you.
perhaps we shouldnt have.

i find myself wondering
what it wld be like
if i was yours for a day.


bite me pls.
for bearing such debauched thoughts.

photowhoring with photoshop.
snapshots of myloves.
etched in e heart.
for life.













amateurish artworks, no?


yesterday, whilst vanniemybaby and i were nuaing at starbucks, along came a secondary school classmate of mine. one i haven't seen like for 5 yrs? she has changed so much. appearancewise that is. frm then when her uniform was neat and proper and her socks were of e legal length.(during my time, it wasn't that funkydory yet to wear ankle length socks. socks more than 3fingers above the ankle were drawn with markers by e discipline mistress, if my memory serves me right. correct me if i'm wrong?)
anyway we were just casual conversationalising when the topic of marriage came up. e most shocking news of e night: a primary sch classmate of mine was gonna get married in june. *shrieks *gasps *speechless. omg. fellow ij sisters. i'm sure you'd know who she is. she was one fifth of the vocal quintet in ij who always gathered either in arts1 or arts3 classroom every morning and harmonized their vocals while pple like me were busy copying homework or catching some winks. married at 21? unthinkable. van and i were visibly shaken by the news of the happyunion. it's like despite e fact that we're only 20 turning 21, 19 turning 20, for a splitsecond moment, van and i shared e same thought. for why are we still left on e shelf? it's not as if we were feeling e itch and were desperate to be married off. but were mere triggeredoff thoughts which proliferated and manifested on my way hm.
no longer sweetsixteens in that gorgeous blue pinafore with e belt worn loose and low. but wives walking down aisles in verawangs. followed closely by adorning hotmama-ish pregger outfits from swell or something and shopping at mothercare. *shrieks. those were e days when friends wld gather during recess and discuss and predict who wld get married off first blahblahyada. it is so happening like right now. soon wedding/solemnization invitations wld replace those hallmark xmas cards that we used to send each other every xmas during those times in ij. and yes. soon e attached amongst us wld start hearing e biological clocks in them ticking like timebombs and urging their other halves to settle down or else. and e rest who have managed to convince themselves that they'd thrive in singledom wld begin to feel e chiffonlike dust layers on top of their chiffon dresses. speedating/grp dates/blind dates/irc outings wld soon follow suit.


3-6 more yrs before we're all of a decent marriagable age.
geezybeezy. my, have we aged.

if we had no memory whatsoever
//we would stay right here forever .


here is gone.


i wish you had short term memory loss.
things wld be perfect
and we'd be so happy.


to wake up in the breakdown.

this is too much for me to bear.
the history that haunts.
the past that prostrates the present.



for the first time,
i felt the relief that surged amidst the dismal dismissal.
over.

cillia+me=coloredhairjoy!


the weekend.
7hrs stay at e salon. e butt is now flatter than before. not like there was any there in e first place. virgin experience of e hair streaked with highlights. complimentarygleewhee. absolutely loved e head+neck+shoulder massage by e shampooboy. oooh. ooooooh. hokkien mee. carrotcake. sugarcane+lemon jest @chompchomps. sitting down at e bench bearing our souls to each other. sharing our tears and fears. ilovecillia. then came captainchua+ron. (poor) navigation ard singapore=exploration to neverbeenexplored before estates. hollandvillage. teacafe called escensia methinks? no chairs. crosslegged enjoyment of earlgrey. then came e rumble of e tumtum. journey to geylang for e beef horfun. *to alvi- i cldnt stop thinking of you when i was consuming my beefhorfun..wishing you cld be here with me. gettinglost. alphabetgames. greatime.


moviemarathon. milliondollarbaby. what a tearjerker. shallwedance. richard my alltimefaveoldman gere shdnt have been in this bgraded production. anything with hanifer tacoandbarrito just aint gd. closer. ilovecloser. an absolute work of art. i love i love i absolutely love how e characters development intertwined with each other. how they're all each other's muses. e usual favorite elements namely love+lust cant be anymore eminent. brilliance. i can identify with more than one of e characters portrayed. i feel them. so can any of you. it touches you in more ways than one. a lustmustwatch.
then came a downpour. i just hate bearing my soul to you. because i know how you can make use of e facts agst me one day. and now that i have, i'm shattered because i just lost one layer of my pretense defense. deep inside. i just want to be e perfect unflawed one. i hate how you pry deep within e skin. this isnt dishonesty. this is just not knowing e truth. many times, i yearn to be an open book in front of you but i know there are chapters abt me that you shd neverever know. not now at least. i'm confused to why we're still in this when it benefits neither in e first place. i don't know what to become anymore.


"sometimes, being tough just aint enough.
and. always protect yourself."
-frankiedunn in milliondollarbaby.

promises of pleasure mesmerised,
but how far can we get?
at least here in the eye of the storm
i won't get my (new) hairdo wet
some of you have already foreseen yourself undone
some of you seem to believe you've only just begun
try a little perjury,
get rich quick
my eyes are bigger than my belly is,
and it makes me sick
attitude, with so much to prove,
should've been a beautiful thing
some of you will already know,
and i'm still wondering
should've been a beautiful thing
could've been a beautiful thing
i could've been, should've been, could've been a beautiful thing
should've been, would've been a beautiful thing.


how we love to disguise.


should've been, could've been-moloko.

for it was a mere fixation with fiction
a showcase of my nowherenear perfect prose
e illusory identity illustrated was readily accepted.
names were never mentioned to begin with
roles narrated were so broadspectrumed, almost anyone can relate to them
but i guess it just struck one really hard.
and e ludicrous rejoinder stirred probably stems frm e guilt,
thus e intense defense mechanism.
yawn.
e sham is such a shame.


review of e bachelor last night:
i personally feel that e way trish behaves e way that she does, is moulded by e circumstances she's been facing with all her life. she commented that she cld never get along well with other females and cant stand their cattiness and only enjoys e company of men. especially physical intimacy frm men. regardless of marital status. perhaps by being so sexually giving and mastering e perfection in skills and giving men e absolute pleasure that e dirtiest porn cant even fulfil, that's probably e only time her presence is enjoyed and appreciated. i detect her desperation for acceptance. and since she claims she's good with what she can give, i suppose thats e only lasting power she possesses.
that, truly is sad.


i'm really fortunate to have a few good ones who're so close to my soul. being with me thru e roughest tides. resuscitating me when i've drowned. rescuing me when i'd rather suffocate. sticking by me through my periods of ugliness in moods. making me a better person thru their tenderlovings. frankly, i do feel at times that i do not deserve any at all. that maybe, i'm better off alone. i have remorse in not being able to show appreciations for my blessings. for i'm an epitome of all-talk no-action. just like a typical bastard. but i'm working on improving to be a better person, reciprocrating e affections that i've been receiving.
i dont want to end up as an ingrate with diminishing caregivers.
just like how one's been ditched.


advice: if ever you wish to bitch abt anyone at all, pls take great precautions in making sure that e word doesnt get ard to e subjectmatter eventually. be a vigilant rumormonger. such is e essence of being a successful businessperson. it's all abt e right amts of applications.

met my alltime favorite womaniser38 last nite for an unsuccessful shopping spree.oh e fact that e former objectofdesire was ard was secondary. leading me to conclude nah-uh, i wld prefer e beefy cutie with e goatie who was so delicate with his hands that he can actually sew and use e sewing machine.oh my.*swoon.i cld have melted there and then.to see men who’re so serious and engrossed in doing something they’re so passionate abt is an incredible turnon.
which leads to our orchardmrt to dhobyghautmrt superslowstroll and deepdeepdeepconversation.


Faux.


how i've witnessed some ard me, who in attempts to impress, forge and feign their traits and personas.
person1 may sound familiar to my closestloves. one who’s intimidated by my presence and as a result, gets tonguetied and stammers in e midst of conversations with me. which is occasionally amusing and perhaps adorable at e mere witness of e fusion of his bashfulness/nerves overrun. with a tendency to focus more on his flaws than giving myself a chance to understand him as a person, one fine day, i disposed my reticence and viewed him as a plainwhitesheet. devoid of impressions inked on previous occasions. so things looked slightly cheerier. But many a times, i had e strongest urge to tell him to be himself. because i’m hardly even impressed at his recordbreaking swims/runs/fulfilling gym workouts/proteinshake or other antioxidant intakes. he’s like talking to e unsportiest person ever who loves her meat and fattyfood more than anything else.e more he mentions his apparent achievements, i dash towards e other direction. faster than his recordbreaking personal best timing clocked. e final straw came abt and blew away any chances he cld ever have. by writing an absolute shit of a testimonial for one of my closestlove, telling her “to wipe e fucking grin off (her) face and to shut up"?! testimonials are meant to be ego-enlarging PR proclamations and that particular one written for her was hardly even funny. in fact it was downright offensive and disrespectful. ruderuderude. so he basically placed e fullstop to everything.


person2 is more talkedabt. she cooks up and conceives her own contradictions to abide by to portray herself as ooh..intriguing? please. hardly even. she goes ard announcing how she can be such a bitch but still e sweetest bitch ever. yeah sweet enough to bring her home to show mommy.everything abt her is a fiction more 'enchanting' than enid blyton or e girl frm mallory towers. if she cld pause for maybe one second in e midst of her marvelous storytelling, and realise that there’re onlookers scrutinizing her every move just dying to expose her con act.if she cld tell others that a former-good-friend-of-hers always sit on other men’s lap whenever e friend goes clubbing, halt. e friend never cheated/strayed/tasted other men during e course of e friend's rship.yes e friend only had 1 rship.and whilst she always appear victimized,what she left out was e fact that she brought upon everything to herself with her misdeeds.of cos she leaves these details out.there's a targeted audience that she's trying really hard to impress.an audience that's totally out of her league. which explains why she's e somebody that she's not and wont always be.


so while there're only two that are mentioned, i can outrightly say that i'm not all that genuine either.but at least i'm honest abt it and yes i make it known.e hardly-ever-pleasant entries of mine simply spell out june as a bitterbitch, sourslut, fuckedupfloozy, hatefulharlot, anything one can cast me as. i'll play out whatever e role you want to perceive me to be. even till today, after being with him for more than 3yrs, he's still peeling off e layers of camouflage that i've enshrouded myself with.i don't lie.e truth is just not known.


and maybe e reason why e truth wont ever be known is because e truth is ugly.
once seen, i'll be shunned.
it has already been tested and proven.

i've been down and
i'm wondering why
these little black clouds
keep walking around
with me
it wastes time
and i'd rather be high
think i'll walk me outside
and buy a rainbow smile
but be free
they're all free
so maybe tomorrow
i'll find my way home.


maybe tomorrow-stereophonics.


wicker park.the movie.brilliance.the soundtrack.absolute awesome-O.
how all e songs are so apt to e emotions that flow throughout e movie.


all these people drinking lover's spit
swallowing words while giving head
they listen to teeth to learn how to quit
tied to a night they never met
you know it's time
that we grow old and do some shit
i like it all that way.


lover's spit-broken social scene.


i love it when a movie stimulates me.
recommendations pls.for such artyfarty shows.esp those saturated with lust/love/wealth/e filth of it all.lusted with reasons.loving without reasons.mix them with e seductions of money.e final concoction-absolute filth.i love.*licks lips.

bitchfit.


this is a once a mth affair.in conjuction with e other monthly occurence.


you're pathetic.
as loudmouthed and uncouthed you are,
you shamelessly putforth yourself as a victim while illustrating your sobstory.
so pitiable.
it disgusts me to witness you leeching on others,
unable to stand up for yourself.
how pathetic can you be?
direct confrontations work best with me.
why involve others when it's only between us?
spreadspreadspread your sobstory far and wide.
i cant e least be bothered with what is being said.
you're such a shame.
such a disgrace.
as much as i need to release and vent,
you're not worth any mere mention on this space in this column.
it's too exclusive for you.
as much as i wld want it to be evident that it's directed at you knowing that you'd be reading this,
even as i express and verbalize my discontentment in my simplest form of expression,
i doubt it's within your grasp of comprehension.
you wont even realise it's you i'm referring to as your eyes scan through my concealed connotations.
i'm watching you.
any indifference shown will be noticed, indicating that you're acknowledging all of e above.
think again.
don't think so highly of yourself.
don't give yourself too much credit.



oh.and ms-i-do-not-have-originality-in-me-and-love-to-emulate-other's-style-as-my-own-because-i-dont-have-any strikes once and again.*yawn.what's new?what else are you capable of?i wonder when you'll ever get sick of yourself.
thrill me.
but i doubt your ever-so-pablum persona*enormous yawn* can even raise any reaction from me.


i wonder who is more detestable.
i think it's e latter.


a release is good.

happy 21st to my sweetest cupcake that i'm constantly craving for-cillia.


so it's been 2 years.frm colleagues to closestlove. frm having a crazy mr mamood storming up e office of singapore powers demanding to kill you to being totally nuts abt having you in my life.been through different men, hairstyles, social circles, lifestyles, bust sizes, waist expansions/contractions and yet there's a common love that we have for each other. not seeing each other on a regular basis does not dilute e intensity of how passionate i feel for you. those were e times when i'd travel to clementi to your place and sing jay chou's rooftop together. and infecting you with my infatuation with south park ever since e j-o-o joke. e times when we'd sit and talk for hours over anything and everything. i totally dig you despite being as different as night and day and day and night. as reflected in our different preferences in men (with you preferring metrosexuals with good dress senses and me going gaga over those who cant be bothered with their looks but with nice shoulders of cos.which is gd cos i'll never like e men you like/love/lust over), and different fashion statements (with you being totally eclectic and funkydunky and me being boring and timeless with classic black and whites and occasional explorations with other colors), we bond together like tight leather bondage.cuffed together.kinky are we. and i know this mutual love will continue for as long as it will last.


i love you cillia.
*hugs and wetkisses.

*feast your eyes.


walawala's on boxing day.


brewerkz on postboxing day.


2days before alvi left.


e day before alvi left.

i'm not too psyched abt e new yr.
it cld be because i didnt kickstart e new yr at some raveofaparty in e company of my lovelies at rouge.
none of e usual merrymaking which i wld have loved and preferred to end 2004.
instead.e eve was spent playing nurse to the sickone.
disclaimer:do not think kinky.pardon the heavy saturation of connotions otherwise.
cldnt possibly have enjoyed myself knowing that he was sick and viralstricken.
what cld be worst than falling sick on nye and down with fever/bodyaches/flu/rashes/add all of them up/equals to dengue.poor boy.
counted down to e new yr with his parents opening all e windows and switching on all e lights in e hse as a beginning to a bright new yr.
so basically it was a super subdued lowkey affair.
an indication for me to mellow down this yr maybe?
i start off e yr with nulled expectations.


happy 2005.