HOLYDAYS

music:kiss kiss-chris brown

mood:dog tired

chiang mai

whee. i love chiang mai! with food+shopping so cheap, who wouldn't? plus, the weather was just right for me, not too hot and not too cold either. but i'll let the pictures speak for themselves.

thailand's unique form of transportation, the tuk-tuk. &somehow, our family of 4 managed to squeeze into the backseat made to seat 2 comfortably. woah.

tamarind village. i think its so pretty how the 2 rows of bamboo curve gently towards each other.

the gay parade. they were actually willing to sing and dance if we paid them.

me and lil marky boy at the orchid farm. heehee he's so cute, all of him!

he's bonding with the baby elephant! isn't that so aww.

with the hill tribe children. that's their playground. i don't think they need themeparks and rollercoasters if they have that in their 'backyard'!

Mok's birthday

happy 18th mok! it was held at the martini firm, which would explain why there were so many different martinis. haha i only realised it much later. KRIS PICTURES!

Ladies night

ehhh.i felt so cheated. turns out eve of public holiday=no ladies night+full house at almost everywhere! bleh. but finally, at like 1, xinyi mau shijie jun and me ended up at butterfactory with a bunch of other random people. and omgggg all of us died, except for that crazy xinyi of course. i was actually sleeping by the road at like 6 in the morning!

yeahhhh. i need a job, fast.

go shawty

music:sway-the perishers
mood:tired

so. HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY to keisha, mel , my brother and i. the morning itself i was pleasantly surprised by cake at my doorstep. obviously i stood at the door with my mouth agape for a good one minute. maybe. soo unglam. anyways. a BIG THANKYOU to xuanting BFF, BAOWU, rachhhh, peewee, clar-rahhh. then later met the og peoples at swensens, followed by a little shopping and movie. then had dinner with ah ting and watched secret. jay chou at his finest, only not really. it was unbelievably cheesy! zzzomg.

the cake that gave me diarrhoea for 20 days. haha kidding. thanks BAOWU. it was surprisingly yummy and edible :)

flowers that will never die!

i heart babies. don't they just make you melt? this little thing was what i went to KL for. oh and it was precisely on the coach to KL when i realised i'd grown up. i was bored 5 mins into the cartoon sequel of sleeping beauty! pretty good ay.

--ooh. and i finally read 'fight club' by chuck palahniuk. it was disturbing but so good. the twist at the end totally blew my mind. i want to watch the movie. anddd despite the graphic violence, sex and what-not, the sappy romantic in me sees a love story embedded within:

"It's not love or anything," Marla shouts, "but I think I like you,
too."
One minute.
Marla likes Tyler.
"No, I like you," Marla shouts. "I know the difference."

do the stars gaze back?

music:romeo & juliet-the killers
mood:happy

so. i hate how it's bio p3 on monday when i haven't touched the syllabus in EONS. which means now's a good time to start as any. mmphff.

open house today and the dancers went back to look-see. apparently we are pretty convincing as sec4s. too cool. we danced/jumped a little in the teeny studio. i miss it now! me and keish were surprised by cake!

3 days to....!
heh.

then we crystal jade-ded. xiao long bao was bleh though :( omg. STARDUST was so good. nothing like a happy ending to make you feel all warm and fuzzy inside :)

warning: cheesefest
I can't do the talk like they talk on tv
And I can't do a love song like the way its meant to be
I cant do everything but I'd do anything for you
I cant do anything except be in love with you

I said I love you like the stars above
I'll love you till I die
There's a place for us, you know the movie song

-altogether now: awww.

ALLEGEDLY.

music:say anything (else)-cartel
mood:awake

20November
i turned seventeen. along with keisha and mel. keish and i blew out little candles on little cupcakes. dinner with mel and og-ers was fun. oh i made a kickass cottoncandy twirler. thanks for the present peoples.
seventeen doesn't feel any different from sixteen, or ten. it just means less candles on a smaller, monochrome cake. maybe we just wanted mickey to dance on our cream, and to lick cake crumbs off our plates.
also, i wasted 3 wishes.

21November
surge @MOS with manda,keisha,veekay,xinyi. i'd initially thought the "fight" was stupid, but found myself rooting for the CONSIDERABLY hotter&cuter guy. something about rugby boys. it was pretty fun, with the exception of the sore feet and crowd(an understatement).

22November
surprisingly we were able to get up and last throughout dance practice today! 9-5. amazing. after ms wee's class our arms were aching so bad, they were shaking. oh wells. let's take comfort in knowing we've sorta worked.

BOYS ARE COMPLICATED.
my new favourite word:ALLEGEDLY.

birthday-5 more days

music:emaline-ben folds five
mood:my butt aches.

another birthday story. its an excerpt, but try to follow it.
&this is all a build up to YOU-KNOW-WHO's birthday. please, deal with a little narcissism here. you know you take it in shots anyway.

The man drove home from the hospital. He drove the streets faster than he should. It had been a good life till now. There had been work, fatherhood, family. The man had been lucky and happy. But fear made him want a bath.

He pulled into the driveway. He sat in the car trying to make his legs work. The child had been hit by a car and he was in the hospital, but he was going to be all right. The man got out of the car and went up to the door. The dog was barking and the telephone was ringing. It kept ringing while the man unlocked the door and felt the wall for the light switch.

He picked up the receiver. He said,"I just got in the door!"
"There's a cake that wasn't picked up."
This is what the voice on the other end said.
"What are you saying?" the father said.
"The cake," the voice said. "Sixteen dollars."
The husband held the receiver against his ear, trying to understand. He said,"I don't know anything about it."
(The Bath-Raymond Carver)
ps:the man's kid is the birthday boy who also happens to be the child hanging on precariously in the ICU.
also, its weird how we all have this fascination with death,disease and disaster.

dance-my brain is FRIED.

birthday special!

music:car crash love-ambry
mood:happy

this is an excerpt from a beautiful birthday story, leading up to SOMEBODY SPECIAL's birthday. haha. enjoy.

Inside the kitchen she raised the glass cover and took out last week's cake. The air that had been under the glass smelled sweet and ripe. The cake had not been touched; it mights have been a clay model of the new one. As she carried it to the trash, tips of chocolate frosting broke off and scattered on the floor like shards of pottery.

She swept up the pieces, washed the smudges of frosting from the cake stand with a sponge, then opened the bakery box, removed the new cake and put it under the glass cover. It was dark outside, and in the hills around the city the lights in the windows of hundreds of houses glowed like the tiny white bulbs in the branches of a Christmas tree.

She thought of her children; they were up in those hills, eating dinner with their own children--those light-skinned boys and girls who shrank from their nana's hugs, kept their jackets on, and whispered to each other until it was time to leave. It was cold hear the window; she shivered and stepped away.She sat at the kitchen table, beneath the photos of Nico and the children. She looked at the door, wishing, as she did each time, that there might be a knock, or that it might just swing open, and one of them, just one of them, might be there.
(the birthday cake-daniel lyons)

i know this isn't your run-of-the-mill-esque birthday stories, but it makes it all the more special. and now i know i've got 48 more years before i turn into that lonely old woman.

(CINDAYYY i love you muchos! but i love pizza more. HAHAHA.)