whimsical flights of fancy

Handsome Boy turns 24 today!!

Monday, September 17, 2007

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, YAN!!

Finally, you're 3 years older than I am!

So that makes you 21!!

What? I'm still 18, what. I mean, I get asked to show my I/C when I'm watching an M-18 movie, right? Hurhur.

Ok cut the crap. This 24th, I wish you the best you could ever achieve, and the strength to see them through. And being older does not make you grumpier hor, uncle.

Candles without the fire. How clever! But it's ok. It being Ramadhan and all. Oh and what is that behind you?! I see that like me, you have a scary friend too! Ala-ala Jila (see previous entry where Jila was hiding behind my back when I was looking into the mirror).

And just when I thought we could have a quiet buka together and have your birthday dinner, I have to have to flu, the fever, the sore throat, the cough and the cramps. Itu nama dia, Combo No. 5! Cuba pergi counter kat Long John Silvers and say "Yes please, can I have Combo No. 5!" And you will get the flu, the fever, the sore throat, the cough and the cramps. Cheyba. Nonsense lah Awing. I think Combo No. 5 has more or less affected my sanity too.

Eh, now re-reading my last paragraph, it seems like as if you'd get the diseases when you order Combo No. 5 at LJS hor. No, I don't mean that. I know what I mean but I don't quite know how to explain it.

Ok bye! Wanna see Dr. Foo and get my MC.

the enigma was spotted at 09:12

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Hen Party @ The Scarlet

Saturday, September 15, 2007

Are you ready, boys?

Some girl-on-girl action. Bride-to-be gettin down to it. Practice makes perfect for that wedding night. And Maz became the willing partner.

I don't know what the hell is Jila doing behind my back. She's so secretive. Maybe she's preparing for some role transformation, perhaps? We'll see.

The Angel, The Devil, and the erm... Zorro? They had a comfortable threesome in the shower room and refused to let me in!

The bride-to-be and I, fooling around in bed. HARHAR.

Nak tengok Pocahontas? Tu haa dia, on the left. Hurhur. See, when the initial plans for the hen party are in swing, we wanted to do a Hollywood theme, where we come in the leading ladies of Hollywood. Farena was supposed to be manhandled by us to be transformed into Xena. Ley - Jane of the Jungle. Ratna - Queen Amidala of Star Wars, Awin - Rose of Titanic (or Mawar of the Sinking Sampan, you choose), Jila - Mrs Smith of Mr. & Mrs Smith, Fidza - Some Anime Princess that we all don't know about and Maz - Helen of Troy, the face that stops a thousand ships. Hurhur. Rai? I can't remember what you're supposed to be.

But then the theme was changed to Black & Red and I really didn't have time to change my outfit so Rose I shall be! And Jila decided to scrape Mrs Smith and become Pocahontas instead. Siap dengan the feather from Farena's angel wings eh sila~ Effort seh ini budak.

Pocahontas and Rose. HARHARHAR neh ah. Ok ok no... Jilang and Awing.

One love. One hen party down. Many more to go.

* Some pictures coutesy of Rai.

the enigma was spotted at 00:53

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You Give Me Fever

Friday, September 14, 2007

And that ain't just lyrics from a song.

I woke up this morning feeling like as if I've swallowed a ping pong ball and didn't even realise it. All green and furry. One massive sore throat.

I thought I'd stick it out but please eh, by mid-day, I was ready to drink to a big gallon of warm water. Doesn't help that the fever and flu are in full swing already. My colleagues all asked me to go home cos I think they're more worried I spread the germs than my overall well-being cos I'd feel the same lah haha...

I didn't go home though. I was very worried about billing. I lose sleep over billing. And I cried at work when I figured it out finally. Hurhur. KENAPER tak faham-faham yang saya and numbers don't go digits in digits ni?? If I have my way, I'd create a job for myself where the only numbers I see at work are the ones written on my pay cheque.

Yesterday while in the train home from work, somewhere from Jurong East, there's this guy who sat beside me. Besides the fact that his t-shirt is one size too small and his hairline is receding, he has two smelly feet, I tell ya, SMELLY!! No sorry, they don't smell, they STINK!

The moment he sat next to me, there was this whiff of pungent, stokin bacin smell. I don't even know how to describe it. Macam, ala-ala bau kaki yang terperap dalam stokin for 10 years, gitu. Macam lembab-lembab, that kind. Aku tak tau macam mana nak describe lah nyaaarrr... But it's AMAZING, balls.

So this guy, he was talking on the phone with whom I assume is a girl, cos he sounded mushy and manja. Euw haha. I didn't want to catch what he said lah eh but I heard him saying this on the phone though "Eh alamak, my feet stinks lah!"

EH BRUDDER, YOU DON'T SAY! BEDEK AH TAU PONG YOUR FEET STINKS!

Why he didn't do anything about it is beyond my comprehension. Ok he did try hiding the stinky feet under the train seats. But that didn't help lah, duh.

He was wearing those slippers/sandals (I didn't take a good look cos I didn't want to imagine the bacteria manifesting into one giant monster on his feet, or worst, see some sort of skin disease). So the whole time, I was holding my breadth - either from laughter or just mere survival, I couldn't tell cos I had to concentrate on stiffling the urge to whack him and go "Eh tumpang tanya eh, how did you do it? Have an amazingly stinky feet?"

So my conclusion is this - my flu was caused by his stinky feet. Like, my sense of smell had gotten quite a beating that it shuts itself down to prevent further trauma and to recuperate.

the enigma was spotted at 23:42

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Oh core! Is that Bangkok?

Thursday, September 13, 2007

Bah!

Just when I got so psyched up to upload my pictures and start blogging, I realised that I've left my camera (or Yan's, rather) at home. So now we just have to wait until I can find the effort and time to do all these uploading schmloading, won't we?

Ok then, how about some Bangkok pictures, huh?

Ta, Singapore!

Dhilah and I at Bangkok's Suvarnabhumi Airport. The other 5 girls were already at Bangkok the day before.

That pile of rubbish on the floor is actually my, well, shopping bags.

Our masseuses. They're very naughty, I tell ya. And very young, indeed. The one on the right looks like he hasn't even grown armpit hair! Hurhur. But I wouldn't know lah cos I didn't check mah. Hurhur... The one in the middle is obviously the Chief Mischief. Dia yang tukang ajar budak-budak ni benda-benda tak senonoh, like asking them to check out what could be checked out. See the toes peeking at the bottom of the picture? Mine.

Look at the mess we made! 7 girls really shouldn't be allowed to stay in one tiny room. Oh... And we were trying out our new purchases.

Okay siapa boleh teka berapa dellers saya bayar untuk pedi AND mani di sana?

LAPAN DELLERS EH TUANG-TUANG DANG PUANG-PUANG!! Murah nyaaarr... Macam nak tinggal kat Bangkok, only for the cheap pedis and manis. Ok, manicures, not manis.

I went there with three things in mind. To eat mango with sticky rice and phad thai sold by the roadside, experience the famous Thai massage and to watch the showgirls. I got 2 out of three, which ain't so bad at all. So I'd say, it was a trip well-spent.

Ni hah, mat kotai yang goreng saya punya phad thai. OK SILA TEKA EH, TEKA BERAPA DELLERS!?!?!

LAPAN POSEN EH NYAARRR....

Ni ha dia... It's all veggie and egg and campak sini sana, dah siap. Macam apa tau, tutup mata pong boleh masak. Sungguh skill. I forgot to take a pic of the mango with sticky rice cos I was busy eating, duh.

Dari hujung rambut ke hujung kaki, benda yang saya pakai semua serba baru. Hurhur. Only the cap is 2 months old. Melampau eh Awingg...

Before heading home.

Pornthep a.k.a Tom Cruise a.k.a Michael Schumacher. He said, there are days when he's a Cruise, and days when he's a Schumacher. I say, he's just full of crap haha. But he's funny! He said, he'll wait for me for 3 years and then we'll marry! Hah. But he also said that his girlfriend of 2 years broke up with him cos he spent too much time on the road. Kesian tsk.

Ta, Bangkok!

the enigma was spotted at 13:21

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Building tremour

Wednesday, September 12, 2007

It happened again.

Nadz, another colleague and I were on the floor sorting out documents. And I remarked "Ok I wanna sit on a chair... I feel dizzy".

Someone: "But you were already sitting on the floor what."

Me: "Oh cannot, I'm a bit atas, so must sit on a chair..."

A few seconds later...

Nadz: (panic voice) "EH IS THE BUILDING MOVING?? IT'S MOVING! IT'S MOVING!"

Eh mampos eh, the first thing that ran through my head was, I'm about to die and what was the last thing I do before I die? Stare at APB documents! Knn.

So we all scrambled out of the building, praying for our lives and the safety of the poor Indonesians who got hit with the earthquake. 7.9 on the Richter Scale, I heard. A second one ensued and we abandoned any thoughts of going back to the office. I don't know whether to be happy for the earthquake or not.

I don't want to work at CBD or town area anymore. I can crumble any moment. And even if I managed to survive under the shambles, I have to live on someone else's dead flesh or something! Gasp!

It's interesting what I've heard right about in the office. You'd think, with some sorta degree, they would stand by a set of professional decorum, at least. Hah. Ah, too many hints, too many spies.

On another exciting mode, Farena got married! For a sneak preview of the pictures, here's one:

Picture courtesy of Rai.

the enigma was spotted at 23:36

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I'm a time-bomb about to explode

When you trust someone enough to tell him your innermost fear and laments, you do not expect them to be thrown back you and be used against you.

Sometimes, you don't see it coming.

You just have to be prepared for surprises...

... And deal with the hurt yourself.

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Happy Fasting, my Muslim friends!

the enigma was spotted at 23:31

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