4 freakin Weddings and im ready for my Funeral..

i've even gotten my prepared answers which are polite enough to satisfy 'em but ambiguous enough to stop their bloody nosing..who's 'em? 'Ems are relatives, acquaintances, cousins who are married, usually people who've got nothing else to live for except a) talk about married life b)sell marriage to their friends/younger relatives c)talk about babies or d) gossip. and they're ALWAYS at weddings. These people make marriage sound like bein in a bloody Kappa-Lambda-Gamma sorority or something. if i ever, EVERRR become like that, SLAP ME TWICE AND SHOOT ME. (excuse the language, im usually not so vehemant but wahliao eh, when you're asked like, 22 times the following question: "soooooooo...when's your turn??", i think its fair that one feels just a wee bit disgruntled, dontcha think?)

i really really love that Howie Day song, Collide..just put it on repeat.. its good..like hair-raisingly good..

bowling with advertising people is incredibly different compared to bowling with accountants..its interesting how jobs mold personalities...also very very funny!=D

there's this shop in low yat that sells the best selction of foreign films that i've seen in awhile..so basically i spent all holidays just vegetating on couch with babes and we just watched t.v...we went from japanese: the fall guy, to old-skool cult: dazed and confused, to animation: belleville rendezvous, to pretty people borderline porn but not quite: lie with me (t'was crap but eric balfour's hot), to traditional chinese hamlet ripoff: the banquet. it was a good holiday.

i miss my brother. i miss yan.

i sooo need to get my phone and ipod and camera and aircon fixed..skinny says that technology comes to me to die...the only reason she's still alive is cos she set up my surround sound system for me..not like i couldnt do it myself what..*mumblemumble*

the only thing worse than going to a karaoke and having to listen to out-of-tune people sing is having the karaoke come to you! for the past 3 days and counting, this little shack downstairs has been blaring old chinese songs but what makes the experience more excruciating are the tone-deaf ignoramuses who take turns to sing the same song...3 times in a row. (if you're hokkien, you'll know the ever famous "ji see keeeeeee, ji seeeee lokkkkkkk" song....yeah..you also think i have the patience of a saint right??:P

And to sum up..

So there was this dude, and he drilled a hole thru the earth from the north pole to the south to see if he could drop a rock all the way thru..(please dont interrupt with some newton theory that becos of gravity the rock wouldnt drop thru yada yada..just indulge me wouldja?)

..so after he drilled the hole, he asked one of his dude friends to stand at the south pole lah, y'know?to see if the rock would come thru..so he threw the rock of the north pole into the hole and something weird happened..the rock didnt come thru the other end...

Question: why didnt the rock fall thru?

Answer: the rock fell one foot...
*scroll people, scroll*






two feet...







three feet..







four feet...







five feet..






and when it reached 6 feet, the orange rock eater ate the rock....



oh come on...it took skill and patience to spread this "joke" across three posts..the least you could do is laugh a little..?please...?*blink* *blink*

the VORTEX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Question: What's orange, lives 6 feet underground and eats sand?


it's soooo pwettyyy...


check out the false confidence..and the pretend macho-ness...but if you look very very closely..you'll see our corneas wavering ever-so-slightly..


kris was screaming "why isnt this damn thing stopping?!!!!". i, on the hand was as cool as a cucumber..


...ok, so not really..my palms were shaking and for some reason, we couldnt stop sweating..that was quite weird..


by the end of the ride, krissy's makeup was on my face..and my saliva was on her's! check the hair man!bloody hell..


still in one piece..


the teddies applauded silently.

Answer: orange rock eater on a diet.*grin*

(Photos courtesy of JuAn Inc.)

writer's block.

Question: What's orange, lives 6 feet underground, and eats rocks?

no sentences today..hell, even random words are a stretch..there will just be plenty of nodding and smiling..if you're lucky.:P

funfair,saturday, awesome.vortex.supercool rollercoaster. today.voice gone.blue black all over.dunno how. must've been the g-force.

sunday.appeased mother.shopped. for her. me? purple dress.themed wedding.dont wanna talk about it.

today.tired. duhh.

multiply annoys me..or maybe i annoy it.

peaches is coming to s'pore.

see how brain is dying?must sleep.sleep is good.

oh, and i bought a mop.

Answer: an orange rock eater.hahahahahahahahhahahahahahha...

claustrophobia.

i'll bet not many people living/working on a high floor have ever thought of what they'd do if all the lifts stopped working. it's ok,its never crossed my mind either....till today.i pressed the lift,no light came on.i pressed it again. no change. pressing it again would seem ridiculously redundant to some but when one is slightly frazzled, alternate plans of exit tend to be harder to come by..(keep in mind i was late for work).so press press press press press....nothing.

As the grueling thought of having to walk down 20-something flights of stairs sunk in, something happened. i believe it was something the Christians call "A Miracle". the lift doors opened. so basically out of 3 lifts, only one was working. well, almost.
the damn japanese made contraption stopped at every f*(Y%^%^ floor!!! (it takes about half a minute to stop at each floor, so do the math)

the only thing to do was to check out the cutie who was in the same predicament as i was..he was about 4, clinging on to his guardian's pants for dear life and commenting on everything, as kids do. the older gentleman seemed very nice..like a grandad,y'know?and we got to talknig and he told me that the little man's entire family was deaf and dumb. imagine what it must be like to be the only speaking/hearing one in an entire family who can't...there are no words (no pun intended)..

as more people came into the lift, their attention shifted from me to them...and i started to find difficulty breathing (closet claustrophobic, you see)..which reminded me at that moment that getting stuck in a lift is kinda like getting stuck in a relationship that you know isnt good for you..the same difficulty breathing, the same lack of space, the same feeling of helplessness..one basically has two choices..suffocate and die or get out and go down the fire escape..yeah sure, the fire escape's scary cos you're alone and it gets dark sometimes,but at the end, you see the light..and your freedom..