Outrageous. Beautiful. Misfit.

Jazzy Jeff and Indian chicks!

Carnegies and much of Singapore's R-n-B clubs must have been empty this evenin...

I just got back from Zouk...the legendary DJ Jazzy Jeff of Jazzy Jeff and Fresh Prince fame...yes that's Will Smith for you...was in town to showcase his eh...legendary skills...it's the first time in Zouk's 13 years history that a hip hop DJ was spinnin on the main dancefloor...DJ JJ's name was an incredible crowd puller...i'd arrived just after 11.30pm expectin a large turnout...but nothin prepared me for the onslaught of people that were millin in, out and around Zouk...it was Christmas Eve and New Year's Eve revisited...i actually had to jostle for positions to get into Zouk...this is simply unheard of...ME??? queuin up for Zouk?? WTF...

I suppose it's a justifiable reason...it took me all of 15 minutes to discover the dance floor crowd knew their music whenever DJ JJ dropped a new track...heck...they were singing along with him...i really aint a hip hop enthusiast...i suppose you could say i was only there coz Jay asked me along...i honestly dont remember the last time i spent 3 hours on the dance floor just STANDING and looking IDLE...really....it's that bad...JJ had an excellent rapper in his entourage...ive no bloody clue who he is...but he's exactly what you'll expect from a fat nigger who's been honing his skills from his violent neighborhood...

Ok i was stereotypin...nothin else really made me bat my eyelid apart from the HUGE turn out of Indian ladies (hello sunshines!) and Aksi Mat YoYo crew...yeah...your everyday mat has turned Zouk into a Phuture...meh...too many phat boys around me...

There was this absolutely beautiful Indian chick who was on the podium strutting her stuff...her lean and lithe body gyratin to JJ's beats...strobes of light reflectin off her luscious skin...and her face omg omg...just plain mind bogglin...and those cup cakes of hers...omg double chocolate chip cup cakes please! :)

My obsession with Indian ladies? Hmmm i shall leave that for another post...

Irreversible



The much talked about French art flick Irreversible has finally hit the shores of Singapore. Im very excited bout it...

When the film first debuted at the Cannes Film Festival in the spring of 2002...the reaction of the crowd was palpable...the shocker has been panned as a pornography and worthless exploitation flick that somehow didnt agree with most of the critics who hailed it as a film masterpiece...

The film took the noir genre of movies to a new level...violence and sex crimes as juxtaposed with romance and love...given that the plot of the movie is told backwards...the chronoogical climax and denouement come near the beginnin of the movie...it's equally impossible to avoid explicit discussion of the much talked about 9 minute anal rape scene that got incredibly graphic and violent...as much as that's the most controversial point of the movie anyone who's seen the movie would also be hard pressed to talk about the merciless beatin of a man whose face literally caves in after being senselessly pounded upon by a fire extinguisher...what takes the cake is...in both scenes...the camera continues shooting and goes on and on...never cuttin away...as if participatin in the violent rape and beatin...

The movie thus arrives in Singapore with one hell of a reputation...(from SF, Horror and Fantasy Film Review) Irreversible comes with a helluva reputation. It is one of those rare films that cause major censorship ripples and can join the company of films as notorious as The Last House on the Left (1972), The Texas Chain Saw Massacre (1974), Salo or 120 Days of Sodom (1975), and the film it often closely resembles, Day of the Woman/I Spit on Your Grave (1978). The screening I attended at Beck’s Incredible Film Festival in Wellington, New Zealand, had had two court injunctions brought against it by the conservative Christian-funded Society for the Protection of Community Standards who were trying to ban it on the grounds of it being injurious to public morality. Furthermore, before the screening theatre management cautioned the sell-out audience and offered to refund the money of anybody who chose to walk out or had strayed in under the mistaken impression as to what they were seeing. Incredulously the audience was even further given warning that the sirens and strobe effects could potentially be the cause of epileptic seizures (as had been reported overseas). Management later confirmed to me that of an audience of 500, there had been 15 refunds and one vomiting.

Jesus...with this kind of reputation it's hard NOT to notice it...Ive not seen the movie...and as far as my friends are concerned they're all geared up for the movie too...ive been preppin them enough to understand what to expect...i dont know bout myself...i'll probably be bringin a blanket or somethin to cover my eyes...i mean...a savage beating of a man that has his face beaten to a pulp and an extended rape scene that got brutal...geezz....sometimes humans do need some violence in their lives...

Of hair and the French government...

I cut my armpit while shavin yesterday. Ouch.

For bout 10 minutes i had to keep my left arm akimbo, while the soap and shampoo ate away at my fresh wound. And let's not forget the running water. Ouch.

Ive never cut my armpits before...in one's entire existence the most common areas of flesh grazing or lacerations normally occur around the elbows/knees/legs area...my poor armpit...it must have experienced a rude shock when it started to open up...i took a glance at the wound...PINK!!! it was PINK!! It was a genuinely fresh picking...a virgin vessel being cut up for the offerings...my poor left armpit...

Yes ive been shavin my pubic regions for awhile now...i believe it started early last year...i got REALLY tired of the constant excessive hair one sheds after a shower...and all the unsightly hair gathering at corners of the bathroom....ewwww....it got really bad as i'd decided to keep my hair long too...and for all you long hair newbies out there...long hair tends to fall out easier...so imagine a post-shower sypnosis...strands of long hair...clumped together with some hair from your mons region...and perhaps one or two from your armpit....EWWWWWWW..

Hair plays an important part in one's appearance. Take...for example...hair in women....like many other culturally influenced notions on beauty and appearance...the attitude toward body hair varies in different cultures. For example...Cleopatra went great lengths to keep her body hairless and smooth...Other cultures...even today...do not see the point in women shaving...Was it just me or did you see that female runner in the Olympics raising her country's flag and showing her underarm hair at the same time?...And who could forget Julia Roberts's infamous tuft of brown hair stickin out of her pits?...Some women feel that shaving is one of the gender issues regarding beauty...and choose not to shave....to make a point against expectations of how to look beautiful...I totally respect that....Women should never be forced into subjugation inspite of the patriachal times we live in.

Speakin of hair and appearances...if any of you have been readin TIME, the Straits Times, a respected international tabloid or even just forum trollin on international forums you will have come across the absolutely preposterous series of legislations the French government have embarked on to bar all 'ostensibly religious symbols' (TIME Feb 2 2004)...the French Education Minister Luc Ferry had said that in addition to the head scarves, yarmulkes and large cruxifixes already set for interdiction, the legislation may also bar turbans, bandannas and even beards....i nearly fell off my chair as i was laughin so hard...

A few months back i would have viewed this as a serious issue...with international security on heightened alert what with 9/11 and the war in Iraq i was sympathetic with the French for tryin its best to pacify religious insurgents or pro-Muslim factions residin in France...but it's very apparent that the French Muslims and Sikhs are more interested in their everyday lives...and choose to play no part in this Islamophobic sentiment...

Thus at this pregnant stage of post-Iraq war...the French government's insistence to weed out a person's decision to wear a head gear or grow facial hair...irregardless of their desire to transform them into a religious symbol...is truly laughable...the Frenchies' suggestion to a turban is an 'invisible hairnet'...in one fell shot the government has not only offended the Sikhs, the respect of international leaders, and me...as many would know im a staunch supporter for individual rights and speech...im a huge subscriber to the First Ammendment...yet there's nothin i can do to a suggestion or even the passing or such a law that would undermine the world's effort to encourage racial harmony and tolerance...the world has seen enough of hate and nihilism to last a life time...we dont need more ethnic cleansin or religious transgressions.

Let's pray for a better world out there...

And my armpit... *grins*

IS Editorial Test....what a shocker!

It's been an anxious few hours...the IS Magazine Editorial Test is out...and my deadline's 5pm tomorrow...i feel like im gettin my work cut out here...too little time...too much work...

I'd went to Bangkok Bank Building this afternoon for an interview with the Chief Editor of IS Magazine Sharon Lim....she seem pretty haughty...perhaps puttin on airs and was pretty sarcastic...the jobless bloke in me decided to put up with her sardonic behavior and played along with her attitude...perhaps it's all a test...just like the Editorial Test i was informed about..."Im sending you the email the moment you leave the office John..." she said...

To tell you the truth i had absolutely no fuckin idea what the test was all about...i went about on my merry ways throughout the rest of the afternoon...took a slow but comfortable bus ride home...logged on...checked my email...and it hit me....FUCKING HELL...i should have gone home straight away...this Editorial Test is gona take the mickey out of me...as of 11:27pm i daresay im only 20% complete...this is the Editorial Test...

'The following is a test that will help us evaluate some of your strengths and weaknesses as a writer. Please take some time to go through the questions and, most importantly have fun coming up with interesting and well-crafted arrangements for us. We are looking for canditates with that elusive Asia City attitude; obviously we need solid reporteres but writers must also possess flair and panache while editors should display a keen eye for errors and a sensitivity to stylistic weaknesses.

Good luck.

1. Write a 300-word IS style restaurant review of a place you have been to recently. You should include (average) prices, plus address and phone numbers.

2. Write a 200-word IS style review of a book you have recently read.

3. Write a 150-word IS style review of an album (pop, rock, alternative, classical, soundtrack - you choose) you have recently heard.

4. Find out the following, citing sources:

a. How much it costs to throw a wedding banquet for 500 guests at a hotel of your choice.

b. How much it costs to organize a paintball fight and where you can do it.

c. The ingredients for A Slow Comfortable Screw Against The Wall.

d. How many tourists came here in 2001?

e. Flights (airlines, frequency, ticket prices and package deals), accomodation (high, medium and low end), visa requirements, currency conversations and weather information for a traveler going to the Maldives.

5. Given a weekend and a friend visiting Singapore for the very first time, please draw up the perfect three-day itinery.

6. Come up with five story ideas, three for IS and two for WHERE. You should include a dummy headline, subhead and a brief outline for each - five sentences will do nicely. Finally, give some suggestions about packaging the text with illustraions or photographs.'

The test isnt really difficult...i could easily write those reviews in an hour...and go online for information...it's just that...some of the tests require me to head out...such as the restaurant review...i simply cannot remember the last time i went to a GOOD restaurant...i would have to head out for an early lunch tomorrow for the review...and also pickin up a copy of this month's IS and WHERE...i have absofuckinglutely no idea how WHERE is formatted...i would have to do a quick scan...before sendin out the answers for the test before 5pm...

A long day ahead....

A little of bit of ------ (edited)...and a little bit of me...

It's disheartening when it dawns upon you that your parents arent supportive of your intended career path. I realised that yesterday.

The family is back from Malaysia after a 4D3N hiatus from Singapore...not that i was lookin forward to their returnin...i cant say for the most of u ppl out there...but with my parents...it's like Lord of the House: Return of the Nightmare...more nags...more belittlin...more wishy washy dilly dally around me...

They came home with interestin anecdotes from my cousins across the Causeway...i only get to see them once a year...so every year it's the same old same old...you know how it is with the ppl of Malaysia...they've never been to a big modernized city...when some of them visited us a couple of years back i guess my behavior must have shocked them...

Anyway they were curious as to what im currently doin...i guess Ken would have willingly obliged them...though we dont always get along...we are afterall studyin in the same field...and he has been very supportive of my work...my parents though...have always kept mom bout it...i never really bothered myself to ask them what they thought...but i got a first hand impression yesterday...they didnt seem too keen on my writin...yes they acknowledged i was very talented and outspoken...but they think i'd be better off livin the outside world...you know...meetin ppl...pounding the streets...scalin new heights in the economic ladder...

My parents are subscribers of the old school of "CEOs, Engineers, Doctors and Lawyers"...my mom has never failed to criticise my failure to graduate from a local Polytechnic...that...to her...is my one-way ticket to stardom...despite repeated denials she's always proved to be the biggest hypocrite...she's very ashamed of her son's failure and ability to cause more heartache for the family...ive not heard her mention once how proud she is of my other 'lesser known' achievements...whereas Ken gets all the accolades...i mean...he's the shining star of the household...ACS boy through and through...NUS grad-soon-to-be...and a fillial son and loyal boyfriend...

I can so see Ken's future...it doesnt take a genius to figure it out...heck a poodle would see it comin...he's gona marry at 30...live in a 5-room flat...drive a Japanese car...have 2 kids...and go for a family holiday once a year...well yeah...sounds cool to most Singaporeans...but not to me...ive never believed in this mantra of success...Ken's gona spend his whole life payin off a loan to the government...worryin bout monthly pay-offs...restrictin his God given right to practice individual rights and speech...wallowin himself in a confined world where the leader is always right and we're the minions pacified to silence...forever the laughing stock of the outside world...slowly disappearin into oblivion...

I have a Danish friend who's...ehm..livin in Denmark..lol...he's from the big city lights of Copenhagen...and once over MSN he told me how he heard some insidious and snide remarks about Singapore from the local jock over the national radio...the DJ had visited Singapore and wasnt too impressed with what he saw...i guess he must have spent a substantial amount of time here...coz the inital impression Singapore gives to foreigners is always the same...."Oh it's clean and green"...STFU u foreign trolls...how bout u part the dense green foliage and uncover the mystery of our Government before you give our 2 cents worth...anyway the Dj went back home to Copenhagen...and openly spoke about the way Singapore is governed...and yes...Michael Fay was mentioned...so was the ban on chewin gum...and how us Singaporeans are used as pawns on this big battlefield...the response from the radio call-ins was quite hilarious...i dont know exactly what conversations were conducted over the air-waves...but from what i heard from my Danish friend...it wasnt too flatterin to say the least...

I was online with Edna a couple of days back...she's an officer in the Air Force...and we're just chattin bout our CNY escapades...somehow the conversation got intense as our beloved -------- (edited) government was mentioned...and i got into ------- (edited) mode and started tellin Edna how ---------------- (edited) where money talks and yada yada...it wasnt the conversation that riled me...but the simple fact that Edna....as a civil servant from our most embarassin -----(edited)...immediately got defensive and decided to back down from the conversation that was quickly becomin political...she refused to talk about --------- (edited) and claimed that it wasnt nice to talk about ------------ (edited) despite of our grievances...i was appalled...Edna makes up an overwhelmingly majority of Singaporeans who either a) choose not to talk bout politics coz they're afraid of being heard.... b) dont know a rat's ass bout the government so choosin to be a shrinkin violet instead....or c) all of the above...I wished Singaporeans would be more forth-coming and vocal bout the political scene here...yes not enough young adults or teens care about politics....but even if you dont...why are you so afraid to speak up in private chat...much less in the public??? Singaporeans are a sheltered lot...and as far as ----- (edited) provides what they want...they'll always be happy with the ---------- (edited)...

Im embarassed to call myself a Singaporean...and always sell myself as 'someone from the other side of the world' when im online...it's downright hypocrisy when u ----------------------------------------------------- (edited)...and somehow ----- (edited) always gets the swing vote...walkovers are common...and when the situation is grave...we've our affable ------- (edited) takin on Cheng San voters and declarin part of Serangoon New Town a MARINE PARADE GRC....LOL cmon ---- (edited)...--------------------------- (edited) $5000 pair of shoes...u can fool most Singaporeans...they're silly enough to believe ------ (edited) ideology...but you cannot fool me...ya never gona get my vote...

This thread serves no purpose now...im gettin angry just thinkin bout -------- (edited)...our youths are our future...yet all i see is a bleak and gloomy light down the tunnel...as long as community rights and 'family and ancestors' precedes individual rights and speech...i can see the next generation of Singaporeans...MY GENERATION...continuin this bubble of lies that's never gona burst...

Good luck to you Singaporeans...my heart goes out to you ----- (edited)...

Pearl Harbor, JFK, Sept 11, Bennifer

BREAKING NEWS: Entertainment sources are reporting that Ben Affleck and Jennifer Lopez have broken up. It's the end of an era. Remember this day: you'll want to tell your grandchildren what you were doing the exact moment that Bennifer split.

UPDATE: Some reports say she's back with P. Diddy. Well what did i always say - "Once you go black you can't go back." Scandalous!

Addictive Beats guest starrin Zouk

Ive been spendin the last 2 days listenin to Saeed and Palash's latest offering 'Addictive Beats' on my Creative speakers and subwoofer...it's a CD that ive been eyeing for awhile but strangely ive never picked it up when im in HMV...ive heard great things bout this duo..and im always ready to shower accolades on another excellent CD...so i picked it up like 2 weeks ago and OMFG it's the ONLY CD that ive had in my player since then...Steve Lawler be damned...the sound is so different from even the most expensive pair of headphones (ive one of the best series Sony has to offer) coz of one thing: the subwoofer...someone should give the man who invented the subwoofer a Nobel Peace Prize...man a sound just takes on a different texture with it...

My take on Addictive Beats: One of the best tribal house sets ive heard on a CD for a long time...deep dark tribal house is a signature of the duo...and this CD further enhances their reputation of this genre...the layerin and slappin of each percussion/melody/beats isnt perfectly top notch...SnP arent known for their mixing...but it's their ability to churn out a club-thomping tune that keeps the crowd's feet shuffling...i quote (clubguy-miami from Amazon.com) "The 2 cd set is very reminiscent of the feel you get at the club and at afterhours....but in a twist that would make Quinten Tarantino proud....you go through it in reverse order !!" Some of the tracks are just amazingly addictive...hence the titular dignitaries...when i first popped in Saeed's disc i thought ive been transported to some tribal zone with mad monks beatin their drums and feathered women doin their belly dancin....track 4 of Saeed's 'Phat Dope Shit' is SOO crazily manic! There's this English bloke talkin over a boppy tune bout how he got lucky with women...it's not just the laughs he's givin me...my whole body was poundin with the manic beat...i found myself settin the track to repeat for 4-5 successive listenings until all i could think of was 'FUCK GEME SOME DOPE RIGHT NOW" Palash's set was TEH FUCKIN BOMB!! Ive not heard such an incredible progressive beat for a long while...especially the first 4 tracks..track 1 stands out...there's this uplifting African beat to it...this lady wailing with her soarin vocals...like some epic love story...i was thinkin "This is so English Patient"...and track 2 omg...a dark and hollerin beat playin in-sync with this amazing phrase - "Coz now ya not just receiving the information....but responding to it" OH IM RESPONDING TO IT ALRIGHT!!! i felt i could orgasm on the spot...and reorgasm (is there even such a word?) throughout the set......after listenin to the disc i TOTALLY regretted not goin for Palash when he was in Zouk a few weeks back...he would have cooked up a storm...

Ive grown up appreciating progressive house...liking dark house...and totally fallin in love with tribal and tech-base or tech-trance sets...however there're some other genres of music that im not too keen on...such as Break-Beats...

Just yesterday i was in Zouk checkin out James Zabiela's set....i wasnt coverin the event tonight...so i had the luxury of relaxin with Jay and Yun on the dancefloor with some drinks and a couple of fags...this bloke has risen out of nowhere and managed to nestle a comfortable 11th on the Annual Dj Ranking list...i dont know who the ppl were behind the polling...but i suppose they love break beats...i dont mind the beats of break beats...but the music is just that....it breaks too often...there isnt a continuous flow of pounding tribal beats or uplifting trance melodies to keep me focused...im very beat driven...and because of the way i dance...i wouldnt be able to perorm my personal 'sets' of body contortions on the dance floor...but anyway...a great night with some great company...it's wonderful to hang out with friends who appreciate this kind of music...it's not somethin that'll appeal to lovers of RnB or mainstay Pop..too many times ive had to think twice when a friend who doesnt list Zouk as his favorite haunts asks me out to Zouk...i head to Zouk for the great regale and legendary sets that it consistently churns out...and i wish to spread the love and word of it's wonderful music to all my friends...but i dont wish to be wonderin whether my friends are tearin their hearts up inside coz they cant understand the music...it affects me..and it affects my enjoyment...so please...please please...my friends out there...if u do not like Zouk...plz do ask me along..but dont expect me to babysit u once ive been shot in the heart by the music...im not gona save u...

It's just fuckin love man...a great CD and a great sound system at home...now all i need is the fuckin rain to stop...coz it's chillin the bejuzes out of me...

All alone for Chinese New Year....im not a kid anymore Dad!!

Every Chinese New Year my family pack our bags and head up north for the 'annual pilgrimage' to my parent's homes in Malaysia. Ive been doin that for 24 years straight. This year...im choosin to stay in Singapore.

Apart from the one year when i was forbidden to leave Singapore due to my police case a few years back...the trip to Muar (where my Dad hails from) and Segamat (where Mom comes from) is somethin of an unwritten rule...every year we'ld pack our bags for a 3D/2N stay at our grandparents'....

As years pass and i get older...i feel less akin to go back 'home'...i have no friends in Malaysia...and though most of my relatives still reside in the various states there's nothin much i can talk to them about....most of them dont speak any English...and the smatterin Mandarin that i know is incomprehensible to them...dont get me started on my Hokkien either....

Apart from the "Hi 3rd Uncle Gong Xi Fa Cai how are you? Im fine" tirade the only thing that gets me goin is the red packets...ahhhh yes the red packets...who can forget them....red packets dont come any better when your Malaysian counterparts give you a RM$4 blessing....WOW!!! RM$4!!! That's like S$1.50!! Just enough for a cheeseburger in McDonald's!! Thanks but no thanks!!

And every year...though i do hear less of it...the usual 'Wah is this your son? Wow he's so tall!! How old is he!!!' just gets to me...i mean...all this hypocritical chinese customs....u never know what these bitches are sayin behind your backs....my Mom isnt well liked on both the paternal and maternal sides...and every year i have to put up with silly relatives who've to conjur up sweet words to make my mom happy...but snigger and bite her when Mom turns her back to them....

My Grandma would no doubt be disappointed by my non-appearance...im kinda sad that though i made the decision of REFUSING to go back...i will miss her mian xian (chinese noodles)....i remember eatin them when i was a kid...and it's always a tradition to eat it....i grew up on it...loved it...and i wont be eatin it this year....

'Why did i not go back?' u may ask....well...these 2 years ive been doin alot of thinkin...ive always been much of a loner...and yearn for independance...sadly circumstances around me arent in my favor...with PAP in the office the yardstick for success would always be based on merit...and i would always have to do it the long way coz my family's not rich...and it fuckin hurts and pisses me off when your parents still nag at u when u are 25 in a few days time....IT FUCKING HURTS...dad even told me this mornin that he's worried that i cant handle myself while home alone in Singapore...Dad FUCK YOU...im fuckin 25...get a fuckin grip...im NOT gona commit anymore crimes...im no longer the BAD CHILD back then...ive grown up...i can think for myself...the future is in my hands...STOP MANAGING MY LIFE....just learn to fuckin let me go just like how u've let my YOUNGER brother go....give me a fuckin chance to prove myself...

I want to assert my independance and show them how stubborn i am....im not gona listen to them anymore....

So here i am...first day of Chinese New Year...im all alone at home...huddled in front of a computer...ive a gatherin with the boys tomorrow....and headin to Zouk tomorrow....it's a good reason to stay in Singapore no?

I miss my Grandma's mian xian....

Where did all the taxis go?

Isnt it frustratin when you need a taxi but it just never seems to get its ass over to you? It's one of the greater mysteries in life...taxis in Singapore seemingly go AWOL 60 minutes before the bewitchin hour...and taxi drivers citing all kinds of reasons that would make Wacko Jacko look like child's play...i must offer a suggestion to the Academy of Fine Arts that they draw up a new Oscar...no wait the Oscar's are too dramatic...MTV's just perfect...i can already see it....in next year's MTV Movie Awards...

Ashton Kutcher: "And the nominees for Best Alias and Lies are..."

Demi Moore: "The CIA and Credit Dauphine" (lol)

*loud applause*

Demi Moore: "President Bush and his administration"

*hoots and laughter from the crowd*

Demi Moore: "the ------- (edited) from Singapore..."

*muted and hushed responses.....huh?*

Demi Moore: "Britney Spears"

*loud cheers*

Demi Moore: "And last but not least...Taxi drivers in Singapore"

*loudest cheers and hoots*

Terence had dropped me off along MacPherson after dinner with the boys...i told him it was really close to my place and he needn't drop me at an MRT or somethin...i figured a taxi ride from MacPherson to home wouldnt cost more than $5-$6...it was GENUINELY close....eh...it was close to 10:30pm when i found myself against a 'let's rush home after a Sunday movie' traffic...taxis were whizzin by me by the dozens...all filled with passengers...i thought "oh well wata hell...i could take a bus too...it's still early...and buses are never packed on a Sunday night."

What an oversight...i totally forgot it WAS a Sunday...and it was SERANGOON ROAD down from where i am...and hundreds of Indian nationals were, too..rushin to get home after a day's out with their pals in Little India...and woohoo...the only bus i could take to get home...on a cool and breezy Sunday night...was 147....

But no...147 was packed like sardines....'people mountain people sea' they call it in mandarin...i had to endure a 20 min stand-at-busstop-for-147 and a hey-is-that-an-empty-taxi-shall-i-run-for-it? moment...

It was close to 10:50 when i realised i was better off walkin TOWARDS my home...taxis were full or allegedly 'hired'...buses were occupied...so i walked...

And walked...from MacPherson Road...

To... Potong Pasir...along Upper Serangoon...

To Serangoon Central...

It was 11:25pm...and ALL this time...not a single 147 stopped for ONE MEASELY ME...nor was there an empty taxi for ONE TEENY ME...

I never intended to take up drivin in Singapore for obvious reasons...the public transport here is so efficient...perhaps it's time i booked a drivin class....*grumblez*

Thank god there was a direct bus from Serangoon Bus interchange..i managed to catch the last bus...it was just bout to leave and i managed to catch the driver's attention...god damn...if i hadnt...it would be another 2KM walk...

While stocks last...each sold seperately...

I just did the craziest thing...well as far as i can think back this is indeed one of the craziest things...for those privy to my humbling financial status you would be castigating me upon readin what ive to say...so i suggest those who loathe chiding evergreen me to stop readin this immediately...go learn cross stich or something...

I just spent $150 on a set of Angel action figurines.

Holy smokes!! *dodges a shoe from the left camp*...what did i tell u...yikes! *jumps away from a life-threatening stone*...and ewwwwww....*wipes away a glob of spit from his face*...leme explain..

Ive spent the last 2 years of my life searchin for Angel action figures...for those not in the know Angel is the spin-off to the smartest, wittiest and engagin TV serial Buffy the Vampire Slayer...im one of the BIGGEST fan on this side of the world...but im not here to wax lyrical over BtVS and Angel...my sole purpose is to tell everyone out there how excited and happy i am to have finally laden my hands on 6 of Angel Series 1 collection...3 of them being Exclusives...wow...and for only $150...the moron who was sellin it in Far East Plaza told me it was a consignment batch...."Yeahhhhhh right"....he probably thought noone would EVER buy these toys...there was somethin in that shop that i wanted to...it was an exclusive 3-in-1 Buffy set...ive been eyein that set for the longest of time since a buddy-and-Buffy-fan of mine Jarrod managed to buy a set for himself...but holy smokes that set would cost me another $100...and i really couldnt part with another large sum of money...

Ive ran out of space to showcase my toys now...hell 3 of the Angel toys just have to be contented with the floor space i currently assign them to...

Im the proud owner of the Angel Series 1 set...well almost *winks*

Im so depressed...

It can get very depressin when u've been jobless for a long period of time. My search for a full time job is now into its 4th month. Ive heard too many whistle blowers tellin me to find a random job while continuin my search for a writin job...temptin as it may seem i cannot afford to work a job that doesnt add credit to my portfolio...yes the odd jobs will pay for my insuarances, bills and feed my stomach...but no im so close to a job now...i can feel it...what with the internship offered by JUICE and IS magazine...and a friend's recommendation for the writer of LIME magazine...my burgeonin portfolio needs to be cultivated and fed well with more works...and sometimes when i awaken from my slumber...i can still remember the dream i had...a dream so vivid that while in my trance like state i honestly thought it was real...yes it's a dream of me holdin a writin job...teens and regular work peeps flippin through a magazine and readin my works...they may not acknowledge my name...but it's such a proud moment for me...the only satisfication i can derive is the mass consumption of my works...ultimately money is the real reason...but im a realist...writers dont earn alot...those who proceed to books and volumes of journals are the luckier ones...let's not even get started with the rare few who have the chance to write screenplays for Hollywood productions...that takes the cake...

I doubt i can stay at home much longer...just idlin my time away kills my sanity...i look out of my window everyday and see throngs of ppl headin to work...and think to myself "Gee u lucky buggers"...ppl complain how much they hate their workin life...how they dont get along with their colleagues...how they wished they could take a break...but they never really think on the flipside...there are ppl who'll rape, kill and plunder for a job they seek...

Several of my friends who see me on ICQ daily ask if im EVER offline...it's not that i love being online...in fact these weeks i have this abhorance to my PC...starin at the monitor day in day out really saps u of energy...i feel that im no longer the fun lovin John no more...ive read articles of how ppl feel moody and depressed when they're out of work...i can thoroughly understand their plight...here i am...literally BEGGING for the job i want...yet they refuse to seek an audience with me coz of my non-existant portfolio...sometimes i wished Singapore sold guns...it's so easy to end my misery...a Glock to my head...and BAM!...another one bites the dust...

But no...im a realist...but im also a hardened individual...the bullshit ive had to go through in the last 5 years has toughened me...and nothin as trivial as joblessness will get to me...for as long as i stay home for another day...i get to save on petty expenses such as bus fares or meals...yes it hurts to stay indoors...IT REALLY DOES...sometimes i dont know how much more of this crap i can take...my migraines have become more severe...and ive been sleepin so much until i get double visions...that's how much time i have...how free i am...im so bored that I SLEEP TOO MUCH...

Nothin to look forward to but weekend assignments...and the occasional phonecalls from friends do little to lift my spirits...

Oh how i wish my family was more well off....or more understandin...

My $20 a week life goes on....

Molest? A crime? WTF?!?!?

Im never a fan of thrashy tabloids or rumor-monger magazines...it amazes me how the editors, photographers and writers regularly churn up so much crap with glarin colors and bold headlines just to captivate a country's imagination...yet sometimes the articles are just too good to pass up...The Sunday Edition of The New Paper had a very interestin article that caught my Sunday mornin attention...it had me puttin my bowl of mee-pok away for a good 3 minutes while i read the article with a raised eyebrow...

It concerns the much publicised and frankly, over-hyped story of the jailing of a former TV personality Shankar Aiyar. This bloke was sentenced to 16 months jail and 4 strokes of the cane
for 'molesting' a female companion while she was in a drunken stupor. If u ask me...i think Shankar is a very smart, intelligent and attractive man in his own rights...he came across to women as neither cocky or timid...was suave with his moves and very sociable...gentleman is the word...

Then it struck me...hey am i not just like Shankar? I mean...laughs aside...am i not smart, intelligent, attractive, suave and sociable? I'm not suggestin that i should have the word gentleman tagged on me...but hey...a man's gota be given his dues yeah? But i digress...i thought to myself if Shankar was given such a harsh punishment for allegedly undressin the drunk woman in bed and allegedly takin advantage of her...wouldnt many men in Singapore...much less around the world be guilty of the same crimes too?

The article also included a very cheeky artwork of a woman with thumbprints over various parts of her body to suggest where it's 'criminal' for men to come into contact with...it says here:

1) Kiss on the cheek, no force used: A fine of about $2000
2) Kissing and forcing the tongue into the victim's mouth: An offender got 8 months' jail
3) Touching the breasts or private parts: Standard of 9 months' jail and caning for first offenders
4) Caressing the waist, touching the shoulder, or a nudge: A fine of minimum $500 for each act
5) Slap and pinchin of buttocks: Fine of $2000 to $5000
6) Strokin thigh: Fine of minimum $500

Well knock my socks off and call me Chuckles! Im guilty of 4 of the crimes here then...i should be kept in a maximum security prison where a dangerous felon like me should be kept out of reach of the society...the 6 points are indeed laughable...i mean...How and When does it constitute a crime when:

1) Kiss on the cheek, no force used: Hell...ive greeted so many of my women friends with pecks on BOTH their cheeks...remember...that female Shankar got into trouble with was a friend...they had drinks together...and shared jokes and stuff...so...AM I GUILTY?

2) Kissing and forcing the tongue into the victim's mouth: Well havnt been guilty of THAT yet...but how many young men..in their pre-pubescent lust...have tried french kissin with their just-as-naive-girlfriends? Most girls who've had their first kiss didnt really enjoy the experience...ive heard many horror stories...but let's just say 'he was literally tastin my mouth' from an old friend of mine was one of the better quips...so...ARE THOSE TEENS GUILTY?

3) Touching the breasts or private parts: Fuck me...but how many men have not ACCIDENTALLY brushed their arms or shoulders against a women's breasts while manouvering in a tight space such as a crowd or club? If this Victorian rule suggests right...ALL men should be incarcerated....ive brushed against so many womens' breasts that the mere contact of breasts against my skin dulls my senses....then again i have felt some very ample bosoms in my lifetime hehe...

4) Caressing the waist, touching the shoulder, or a nudge: Read above...

5) Slap and pinchin of buttocks: OMG...hands up for any men guilty of exchangin a playful buttock slap with their women friends??? *puts hands up* Should i be charged then?

6) Strokin thigh: Ok i cant think of any arguments with this...i honestly dont see any sane man strokin a women's thigh...not unless she's his girlfriend...

Which reminds me of an incident that happened in Zouk 2 days ago...Gavin...thinkin the lady in front of him was his girlfriend...had mistakenly placed his hand against the small of the lady's back...i've never seen a woman glare with such intensity...heck she could have killed me with that glare...but apart from a 'CCB' - which brings me to conclude that she's a fuckin chinese-educated woman (read: useless to me since she's borin, wont laugh at my jokes and has a bad fashion sense) she didnt make a scene...im glad the lady's boyfriend didnt pursue the matter either...

It wasnt till i read the silly article this mornin that got me thinkin...what would have happened if Gavin was charged? What would he be guilty of? Molest? FUCK YOU...if i were his lawyer fightin a case amidst a backdrop of an anachronistic government and Victorian rules...i'll plead for temporary insanity...which serves to remind me that ive been watchin too much 'The Practice'....

Sittin here punchin these words out...im resigned to how laws in Singapore...and around the world...do not give enough protection to men...but this is another story for another day...

My Math Tutor: Sex and Warmth

When the lights are off, there is no talking in the bed. If one were to speak to me, they would be met with either no response or a puzzled expression, the latter of which would be worse for it disrupts the mood.
Instead, when we have sex, I would be able to tell what he was feeling by the vibrations that would transfer from his body to mine. My hand on his throat would tell me the depth of his groans, the more deeper the vibrations, the more he was enjoying himself. My legs around his would let me know if he is excited, be it the tension of his muscles, the speed of his movements or even the range of space between his legs. If he was relaxed, his legs would soften, if he was very aroused, his legs would reflect the hardness of his shaft.
His breath on my face would also give me clues - much like his legs - relaxed, soft, excited - hard.
But there would be no other communication. No pillow talk, no cursing, no suggestions, no asking if I might like this or if I may please do that for him.
I'm accustomed to this style of lovemaking - when I don't have much choice otherwise, it becomes the norm. But it can be novel for new lovers - sometimes unsettling, other times frustrating but like me, they adapt. They learn to speak more with their bodies. To show me what they wanted by molding mine as if I were a store mannequin, place my hands here, turn my head there, turn my hips more to the left, pose my legs just so. Keep me still if they were too excited by grasping me by the core and stop me in mid-movement. Make me move faster by wrapping their hands around my ass and controlling the tempo of my movements.
For me, this is how I expected lovemaking to be. All about my body being manipulated.

Until I met my math tutor. He was an impoverished student from Iran who was close to completing his doctorate in mathematics. I hired him to help me navigate through the incomprehensible world of fractional gebra. Although I was majoring in history, I would it would be wise to take math to exercise my grasp of logic. If this, then that. Outline the steps to led to the conclusions, exercise the argument for my premise in a deductive fashion.
One night, when he came over for a tutoring session, he decided to make a traditional Iranian dish with rice, spices and chicken that needed to be simmered for hours. While the pot sat on the stove, we sat at the kitchen table, sparring over my homework assignments. He would explain a concept to me, I would argue his methods, we would throw up our hands in disgust, smoke cigarettes fervently and then try again to find a meeting point of mutual agreement. The aroma of the chicken, spiced with cinnamon and cumin would waft over our heads, weaving itself into the expanding cloud of cigarette smoke.
At some point, just an hour away from the chicken being perfectly cooked, he surprised me by saying that it is easier for me to grasp mathematics, that it comes more naturally for me because unlike him, I did not need to write out the argument that led to the correct answer. We were opposites that way. I could do it in my head but did not know how to write it out on paper. He needed to outline the steps first with pen and paper before he could reach the answers. This revelation dispelled my mounting frustration that was about to explode into a screaming match. I was so stunned that this man, who was just weeks away from completing his doctorate, who had been making a meager living as a professor's assistant, would say he envied my natural grasp of math for I had been limping along in algebra 101.
So stunned in fact that I could only stare at him disbelievingly. He laughed at the expression on my face and gave me a playful slap across my face as if to chastise me for being such a difficult bratty child. Instinctively, I raised my hand to slap him back but he grabbed my wrist in mid-air and gave me a teasing grin as if to say "what are you going to do now?"
At first, I tried to wrench my hand from his grip then brought up my other hand but he grabbed that too so that I was helpless. I paused to think of what to do next and then stepped on his foot. He laughed and wrapped his legs around mine so that I would be completely rendered immobile.
I scowled at him, half seriously while he laughed, waiting to see what I would do next. Pretending to surrender, I relaxed my arms and legs waiting for him to let me go. He loosened his grip slightly, not quite trusting that I had truly given up at which point I tried to once again fight back but he was quick and held me down even more tightly than before. What must have my neighbours downstairs thought, hearing the chairs above them scraping across the floor? Did they think that perhaps I was in danger? And wait a minute, if they did, I must remember to thank them for showing some concern.
On those chairs, he and I sat, wrestling madly, as a way to let out all the anger that had been building up during the tutoring. It was not personal anger, it would be more accurately, pure frustration over our discordant communication. His methods were confusing me, they were so different from what I was being taught to do, I was pissing him off because I dared to question this man who made his living in math.
We wrestled until we were running out of breath, we wrestled until we began to laugh hysterically, draping our arms around each other trying to catch our breath only to collapse into another fit of giggles. Eventually, those fits would dissipate into panting as we tried to catch our breath. It did us a world of good to wrestle like this, far better then launching into an exchange of violent angry words that we wouldn't be able to take back, even in regret.
Then he remembered about the chicken and quickly jumped up to check up on it. Nope, not yet, he said, while turning down the temperature so the dish wouldn't burn and I groaned. The dizzying smell of the chicken that escaped when he lifted the lid made me realize just how hungry I really was. He and I were both very poor students, we had virtually empty apartments, a few sticks of furniture, the bare minimum of dishware. it was the month of February, we were studying in the kitchen because the stove was keeping us from shivering. Food was what kept us from falling into that dangerous place that entrapped many university students during the coldest month of the year. it filled our tummies, gave our brains energy and gave us comfort where we had none.
He turned out at the sound of my complaints and with a wooden spoon, scolded me for being so impatient. I rolled my eyes in response to which he let out a gasp and ran at me. I laughed and this time, it was me who grabbed his wrists. He leaned in until his nose pressed up against mine. Perhaps it was in the heat of the moment, perhaps all the physicality of our interactions had me aroused but I couldnt help but kiss him. It was obvious he was having the same sort of feelings for he did not act surprised but instead kissed me back without delay. While his lips were still on mine, he sat back down on his chair and pulled me in until I was sitting on his lap. In this position, we kissed as if we were desert survivors who just found water for the first time in days. We kissed as if we were trying to get into each other's skin. We kissed as if this was going to be the last time we would ever kiss each other again.
It was a cold month, the time of year when we would shiver day in and day out, warmth being something that we would find only in the classrooms and in the student pub. It was a need that we had to constantly keep fulfilled to survive. Perhaps that explained the intensity of our embraces, we were each other's source of fire, we were keeping each other alive.
I would have quite gladly made love to him right there on the kitchen floor if it weren't nearly as cold as ice. The floors in my apartment were so cold that I always wore shoes to keep my feet warm when I was not in bed or on the couch buried under layers of salvation army blankets.
I broke away from him long enough to grab his hand and pull him along quickly to my bedroom to the safety of my duveted bed. We jumped in, and undressed each other underneath the duvet, laughing at our cowardice of the cold air. In between stripping off each layer of clothing, we would kiss fervently and hug each other tightly, grateful we were for the valuable warmth our bodies lent each other. I would gasp as his hand, icy cold, reached underneath the ridiculous flap that buttoned to the seat of my red old fashioned long johns and wrapped around my naked ass. He would flinch as my hand, equally cold, reached inside his jeans to find the haven of warmth in his crotch. We were acting out two primal needs, sex and warmth. Once all the clothes were tossed out of the bed, we tightly wrapped ourselves around each other, letting our skin warm each other, and we stayed this way for a while, reveling in the relief from the the daily onslaught of ice, snow and wind we faced from the time we woke up till the time we went to sleep.
It was pitch black in that bedroom, and he knew I would not be able to lipread him. But being the brilliant man he was, he decided to write on my skin. He would trace the outlines of his words, letter by letter, telling me what he wanted to do to me, what he wanted me to do to him. It was slow going at first. He would write out a letter on my breast, wait for me to repeat it out loud, then move onto the next letter and the next until all the words were spelled out. I quickly learned though, so quickly that he did not need to finish the word before moving onto the next one.
No one had ever done this before,talking to me by writing on my skin. It created a kind of intimacy I never had experienced before. It created a kind of naturalness between us, in such a way that although we were making love for the first time, it was as if we had been lovers for a long time. In between each love bite, he would write on my skin and if I guessed correctly, my hand on his cheek would feel him nodding in confirmation. When he was on top of me and inside of me, his hand would write on my cheek, on the side of my hip all the things that he wanted to tell me. How good it felt to have his cock inside me, how he loved the sounds I was making, the way my hair felt against his skin.
For the first time in my life, I was able to talk with my lover in the dark.
It was the first and last time that ever happened.
He was found frozen to death just outside his apartment door a few nights later. He came home late, rather drunk, and passed out just when he inserted hs key into his door. That night had been declared the coldest night of the year according to the six o'clock news. It was nowhere near as cold as the shock I first found out. For the rest of that long winter, there was no stove hot enough, no blankets thick enough, and no sweaters woolly to get me warm again.

Sucks to be me...

My TV broke down yesterday...for the uninitiated...it spells T-R-O-U-B-L-E for the TV addict in me...fed on a diet of late night Star World comedies, action on AXN, MTV and DVDs...not a day goes by without John tunin into his daily dose of pop culture...the first night (yesterday) of non-TV was tolerable...as i had my computer to turn to for my TV-fix...but just over 6 hours ago i found myself pacin up and down the livin area literally WANTING somethin to do or a drug to alleviate the pain in my eyes...NO TV!!! NOooooooooooooo....and to compound matters my brother was usin the computer till 1AM...so can u imagine my torment!?!?!!? What a sigh of relief i breathed when he eventually stood up and headed to bed...I GET TO USE THE COMPUTER!!! NO TV...but the PC is better than none!

The last 2 days has been pretty crazy for me...on my journalistic front i met up with the JUICE writer/editor Wayne for a good chat...i had to tell him my pressin concerns of wantin to write...a small internship pay and bedroomjocks not likin what i intend to do...Wayne cut the chase and dropped the bombshell - JUICE just changed its policy and isnt gona pay their interns...i was floored...my writin dreams almost evaporated there and there...i cannot afford to write for free anymore...portfolio buildin aside...i NEED some money to tide me over these months...bills to pay..insuarance to pay off...and food to eat...not to mention my exhorbitant shoppin sprees...if i can afford it lol....

On the way home i gave JUICE a good thought...and decided it wasnt a viable mean...it's a good avenue for my portfolio..but as long as they dont pay...i cannot afford to work for them...

Patricia from bedroomjocks went online yesterday evenin...it's as if God sent her to listen to my worries...sure Patricia isnt happy...well she still isnt...but she mirrored my opinions bout JUICE...but took it a step further...since JUICE and bedroomjocks both cover similar grounds i.e street culture why dont i write for IS?

Ive been givin IS some thought this week..earlier this week Sharon the senior editor spoke to me...i had been wantin to speak to her for over a week..but what with Christmas and NYE...all the parties i could do without when it concerns my career..

And so it is...IS doesnt pay her interns as well...but Patricia highlighted that they cover a more diverse area of entertainment....and it would broaden my writin skills...im glad i spoke to Patricia...in one fell swoop she solved half of my worries...i still have to find a way to earn some money...workin for IS is a 10-5+ affair..that leaves me with a good 3-4 hours for money earnin...

On a lighter side..the most amazing revelation...that hot chick with the broken skirt turns out to be someone i know...OMG what a stupid fuck i am...her name's Candice...and we were introduced a year ago while she was interning in MTV while i was there tryin to be a nuisance to the MTV management...thing is she looks SOOOO different!! AND so much hotter lol...

No TV...jobless...pennisless...undecided...and a hot chick i have known all this while...sucks to be me isnt it?

Print Works

What a day....my dream of writin for the masses with published works finally came true...JUICE magazine has 2 of my articles...a Derrick May and a LOMO camera review...it's so excitin...my name's in JUICE!! Then the day got perplexin...Patricia from bedroomjocks isn't too happy that ive been writin for other publications...'conflict of interest'...i can understand where she's comin from...but my situation isn't like hers...or anyone else in the brj team...while they're either students, still in NS or workin ive been jobless for almost 6 months...if u include the lazy studyin period ive been jobless AND idling for almost 18 months now...it's kinda sad isnt it? All i wana do is write and improve my burgeonin portfolio and WITH it...find a PAYING JOB...but politics is stoppin me from gettin there...im gona have a good talk with the peeps one of these days...somethin has to give...

On a lighter side...im headin out to purchase a cool 'folder' for my works...i havnt really decided how to print out my works...it's gona cost alot of money in full vivid details...what with all the detailed images and good quality paper...not to mention the ink...

Oh well..just another day...a brand new year...and im not gona let some political gibberish stop me from advancin my career...

Timing and Eurotrip!

2.4km timing yesterday: 13min 10 sec
2.4km timing today: 12min 30 sec

Nono...im not tryin to tell everyone how unfit i am...but the fact is...i shaved 40 seconds off my timing within a day! My IIPT window closes on Jan 31...i have but a little over 3 weeks to shape up and pass it...or i'll be drafted into the dreaded fitness routine....what a bummer...

Speakin of bummer...the usual perv in me was checkin out for some new Kristin Kreuk pix when i stumbled upon a new film she cameoed in....movie's called Eurotrip...turns out Michelle Trachtenberg from Buffy is one of the stars!! OMG!! My favorite woman and a chick from my favorite show in one movie!!! I'm definitely payin to see the movie!! I love the premise...it's very silly...very American Pie...then again the producers of the movie have Road Trip and Old School in the belt...so what can u expect...at least it isnt some Farelly brothers comedy...one thing im lookin out for...Michelle's sexy body!! omg she's hot!!!

Blogger's still being a bitch...i just cant seem to be able to view a random person's blog...it keeps directin me to the blog home page...wtf...

Conversations with friends...

I just spent the last 2 hours doin what every online nerd (OMG im a nerd...) would do - trawlin Friendster and checkin out my friends' profiles...writin them testimonials and sendin out msgs to a couple of beautiful girls whom i bumped into durin the busy New Year period..strangely enough ive lost their number over these years...but i gota tell ya it's great seein them again...i tell ya...when u've not met someone for years...the questions people ask...it's a 'rinse-and-repeat' formula...noone has written a book bout it...yet strangely enough everyone has rehearsed, practiced and used it to the death...a conversation between 2 old friends who've lost contact with each other would go somethin like this:

A: "Hey!! OMG...XXXXXXX it's you!! How are u?!"

B: *either takin awhile to register A's face or recognisin the face immediately*
"HEY!!! YYYYYYYYY omg how are u!!! Fancy seein u here!!"

(A and B both hug..and dependin on how poser they are...proceed to do the Western 'left cheek kiss right cheek kiss' procedure...)

A and B: "How are you?? What's goin on?"

(Dependin on how busy they are at this moment, one of them would be distracted by their friends...if not the conversation goes on..and...realisin they're both talkin at the same time...)

A: "You first..."

B: "I just graduated from XXXXXXXX/ Im workin as a XXXXXXX in XXXXXXXXX company but the pay sucks and the boss is a leerin peepin Tom and my colleagues have bad breath and the cleaner farts all the time.....but enough bout me how bout u??"

A: "Im currently jobless/I just got married to the son\daugher of a diamond tycoon/I just got retrenched/I just got back from Timbuctoo/I just found out my husband\wife is a gay/My boyfriend\girlfriend cheated on me... life sucks and the weather here is a bitch and PAP is a laughin stock in the international front...but enough bout me what are u doin here? Who are u with?"

B: "OMG u just are jobless/just got married to the son\daughter of a diamond tycoon/just got retrenched/just got back from Timbuctoo/your husband\wife is a gay/your boyfriend\girlfriend cheated on you? What happened? Tell me more!!! Let's have a drink...leme introduce u to my friends!!! OMG they simply have to meet you...we have so much to catch up on A....wait...geme your cellphone number!!!"

A: "Wow slow down Chuckles where's the fire mate? One at a time..."

(At this point one of them SIMPLY has to go...purely because the BOOK OF LONG LOST FRIENDS WHO HAVE NOT MET IN YEARS does not go any further...coz it has only 1 chapter...)

A/B: I have to go...Under One Roof has been nominated for an Emmy in the 'Best Foreign Comedy' and im the reporter/ PM Goh has decided to extend his minister term for another 4 years and im his bitch coverin the press conference/snow was sighted in Changi and i dont wana miss this once in a lifetime opportunity to see snow coz im a loser and i'll never get to see snow...

And so it goes...it's weird how abrupt a meetin between 2 long lost souls ends...and to think just a minute ago they were so excited to see each other...friends come and go...it's the friends whom u keep in touch with often that stays...and they're the ones who you'll invite for your weddings...but who's to say that one of your spouse's relatives is actually another friend you've not seen for years? For all you know...u may need to refer to the BOOK OF LONG LOST FRIENDS WHO HAVE NOT MET IN YEARS again...

Bloggy Blog?

Strange....im unable to access a large number of blogs...be it my friends' or mine...seems like blogger's havin some network problems...

24 goes on...

2:15PM....past halfway of an amazing season of 24...i havnt really caught 24 Season 1 in it's entirety AND continually...it's really grippin tv...ive been dozin off the last couple of hours...but a lunch and a quick shower has invigorated me....back to 24!!!

9th Hour...

Im into the 9th hour of the 24 hour marathon of 24...how da hell am i gona stay up for another 15 hours???? Jesus.....

A long night i had...

Bedroomjocks just had a revamp of sorts...a change in name to comeindulge.com...indulge would focus on the entertainment scene as a whole...whereas bedroomjocks would focus on the local scene...a party was in order for this new name...and a party it was...i was the designated 'door bitch' for the party in En Lounge Club along Mhd Sultan Road...and i swear for the whole fuckin night i was teased bout my new moniker till it was cooler than Cross Color jeans...

The party also gave a chance for local jocks to showcase their talents...i had the opportunity to immerse myself into some good trance and house...i wished i had more time to listen to them spin...the door bitch job was keepin me outside the club...apart from handin out drink coupons i was also in charge of the guests list...my eyes kinda glowed when i saw Esther from Zouk i the list...ive to apologise and also thank her for yesterday's fracas outside Zouk...unfortunately she didnt turn up...Tracy from Zouk was on the list too...and i feel compelled to bug her for a Velvet membership AND/OR an office job whenever i see her...perhaps it was a Zouk thing...but she didnt turn up either...

The bedroomjocks crew headed to Zouk after that for some twisted Satoshi Tomiie...for most parts...i had a great time meetin new friends in members bar...the crew knows lots of cool people...and also bumpin into old friends...Shaohwang has returned from UK from his studies...i swear we NEVER get to meet up apart from the "WTF dudE!! it's you!!" conversations in Zouk once every 6 months...strange how a club can bring 2 friends together who're half a world away for 2 straight years...

I bumped into Patricia Lao just as i was bout to enter Zouk...she's a crush i had a couple of years back...a rich lass with a beautiful body to boot...i told her i'ld see her in Members to catch up on old times...yet i got so busy talkin with everyone and puttin ice into my friends' blouse/shirts that i totally forgot bout Patricia...good thing she looked for me before she left...gave me her cellphone number...i promised i'll look her up...i think she's seein national bowler Remy Ong though...Remy's a frequent Member's Bar patron...i see him there often...they seemed quite close...bummers...

I saw the cute girl with the broken skirt again...her entourage of beautiful girlfriends recognised me from the previous night and passed some whispers...i would have approached that chick...but she's always surrounded by a bevy of men...i swear...she's the cutest thing ever...the perkiest butt...the sweetest face...gah...and her hair...her rack...omg her body...hehe...too bad i wasnt reviewin Satoshi tonight...or i would have taken a group shot of them...again :)

I rushed home to catch the 24 hour marathon of 24...im currently in the 5 hour...munchin on soggy curried roti prata and punchin out my blog...it's quite a bitch tryin to sort out the pictures ive taken...

I wonder if i should go for Ritchie Hawtin tonight...im quite keen on checkin out his sets...

And so it begins...

Almost 12 hours into the new year...a brief summary of what happened...

Mistake with photo pass...dodgy Juice and Zouk Management moments (thank you Esther!!)...crowded with the capital C dance floor...usherin 2004 with your hands by your side coz u cant even raise them...wicked tunes of Senora Bliss and her wonderful percussionist Suddha...unheard of 20 minutes wait for cab outside Zouk...incredibly expensive ride to Suntec...$8.20 in case ya wonderin...walkin up to the entrance 4 storeys up...only to be told that my special Media Pass had to be collected on the first floor...so down i went...and back up again...turns out the bloke who gave me my wrist tag is my BMT platoon seargant...lol what a joke...Kimi and i doin the rain dance to dark Steve Lawler...Amy and i doin the rabbit hop to a frustrated and commercial Steve Lawler...puttin up with bad sound systems...$3 for a sandwich, 3 fishballs and a taiwanese sausage...Priscilla surprisin all of us by turnin up with her main squeeze...Amy's cute friends...watchin the SEXIEST AND PRETTIEST GIRL ive seen in weeks tryin to fix her 'broken' skirt (her pic's in bedroomjocks!)...seein her upskirt when her skirt was lifted...tryin to control my lusted loins...black panties...wettin my shorts with Evian that had inevitably spilled onto me...lookin like i had period without a sanitary napkin...makin friends with ppl from IS magazine...Amy givin me a ride to the bus-stop...fallin asleep in the bus...breakfast of 2 eggs and 2 slices of kaya-butter...shower...

And here i am...moral of the story? Spendin just $11.20 the ENTIRE night...i wished it was NYE every weekend...now it's time for some good ol SLEEP...