double "suayness"

sigh...what can i say? i was whacked with a double whammy. first a rusty water piped burst over the ceiling of my guest room which cause the entire room to rain...now doesn't that sound familiar? yup, exactly like a scene from the japanese horror film, 'dark waters'. then a 100 ringgit a piece of rack bought from ikea gave way and cause a couple of glass jars with my favourite plants to go with it.

sigh...my poor wooden teak floor was generously given a good bath. the moment i realised what happened, it was too late. my mattress...drenched...blankets and comforter all drenched. i had to throw them away as i cannot afford to have mold growing in them. if i could discard the mattress i would but it was fucking expensive...so the next practical thing was to dry the mattress.

the night was a long and dragging one...i didn't know what to do...i was caught completely off guard. but i'm glad it's now sorted out. the plumber came the next morning to change the faulty pipe. i just hope that's all for the time being or until i find another pad to migrate. i'm giving this place...10 more years.

let this serve everyone a good lesson. never buy property at its highest level. the risk of leaky roof is high.

and abo, the flower power bath (with pamelo leaves please) will definately come in handy now...would you also scrub my back. hehehe. like you always say lar..."hua hi ju hor".

i can bend again!

yippie!!! i can bend again...i'm now back to my usual seven days a week bending routine, of which i sadly put on hold for more than 2 weeks due to a back ache.

i'm just so glad that i'm able to go down on my knees again...my view of my knees on an up close and personal point sure is good.

what say you?

someone told me once that long distance relationship is really a drag. while another told me it will never work. ah boy has gone through it twice...to miserable failures too. and my advise to him has always been the same...long distance will never work.

so, what am i doing now? eating up on my own words? perhaps...it's time. time to give myself a chance...time to allow myself a chance, to love and to be loved. it's not going to be easy...distance will definately be the first hurdle. trust the second and sense of feeling the third. this is what i say now...if you never try, you never know. so, here goes nothing.

what say you?

the 'hostess' yet again

i played host...yet again to another friend from singapore, dave is his name. well, hope he enjoyed his short trip to kl.

he started his journey from singapore (of course lar...duh!) and went to genting highlands only to pay money to suffer (so it seems from his point of view)...and the constant coldness...what did ya expect dave? temperature control climate? i don't think we're even close to achieving that in shopping centres. hee! anyway, he managed to squirm his way through chinatown (aka petaling street...the street famous for its notorious sales tactics and a crash course on 'bargain 101'. hope he learnt his lesson. hahaha. :)

anyway although he'd like to cover as much ground as possible, but me being the lazy pig...was just too lazy to drive him around...hehehe. sorry dave but as you can see while we were in starbucks, i'm just a lazy worm. but truly, i do hope you enjoyed yourself as much as i did playing host.

he's heading back today and will be commencing his internship soon. so here's wishing him all the best and dave...you should be starting your own film critique column in the tabloids and when you do, don't you forget to send me free copies. on your account of course...what did ya expect? lunch is not free you know!

i 'inked' myself

i got myself a tattoo today.

the whole experience was really interesting. i had a chance to flip through the numerous art book which contained all sorts of designs (i was looking into tribal designs). shortlisted them, then of course i had some friends over for the emotional support. met with my tattoo artist. interogated him thoroughly from the type of needles used to the type of disinfectant used.

so, decided my design. got it stenciled onto my lower back...very happy with the position. and in came my tattoo artist. he opened the steriled needles in front of me...told me what he was going to do, poured out black ink into a little holder...and also some oil...wasn't too sure what oil it was. but anyway, he took out his tattoo machine...and he was ready to 'paint' me. told me to relax and enjoy the process...it was more of like a torture to me....now i'm very sure i'm not into s&m.

he used two types of needles. a fine and a slightly thicker one. the fine one was used to outline the design and thicker one was to fill in the rest of the colors. boy did it hurt. it felt like getting an injection. hahaha. seriouly. i felt pain when he was outlining...but i read it somewhere if i started to breath slowly my body would release some hormone that is supposed to block out the pain...i think i was breathing as if i was going into labour. 10 minutes into it, i felt cold sweat. hehehe, bad pain threshold i supposed. but anyway, the entire process took less than an hour (as i was told that the design i chose would take about an hour to complete).

i was bandaged. the after feeling is like there's a thousand scratch and a stinging sensation. hahaha, but it was definately an experience. i might even consider extending my design in future as my tattoo artist told me that the design i chose is definately extendable....woo hoo...let's see what i'm up to next.

the design below is supposed to be seen in horizontal manner as the tattoo artist took it from a vertical angle. so, what do you guys think?

the sutra(ed) karma

of late it seems that i been visited by the 'injury' angel far too many times...now it's my back. yet again. after the pinky ordeal...it was great to be doing all the back bends and forward folds. but now...it seems that the injury sustained from a fall 2 years ago with compliments to attempting to do the 100 metres across some tangled wire on the ground...which managed to drop me like a sack of potatoes, has resurfaced.

so, for now...i think it's gonna be rest for at least 3 weeks if not more. i just have to be more discipline in ensuring that i make sure that the back is fully recovered before attempting any of those bending postures...what do you expect? i was preparing myself to do the karma sutra with anyone that happens to swing by. i guess...it's more of taking things the sutra way now than the karma.

and there was light!

so, abo felt good today...so what? he deserves it i suppose after months of tormented sufferings...then again...how would i know if he's not enjoying it. abo always have this sense to be different...maybe he loves pain and suffering...maybe he loves to be hurt...oh well, whatever it is, abo's still the "ah pui" i know regardless if he's got a so called 'laser tattoo' or he needs to wear his tight garment (gosh...finally, abo, finally admit to having that soft spot into getting into a dress huh...i knew it.)

but whatever it is, abo found light today...i'm sure for that split second it felt good for him because i felt good for him.

recipe for potato salad

ingredients:-
4 potatoes (good medium sized one please)
4 stalks of celery (fresh ones of course)
1 medium sized onion (if it can get into your backside, it's good)
3 granny smith apples (they are green in color btw)
4 eggs (chiken of course)
salt & pepper to taste
mayo (my favourite brand would be kewpie)

method:-
1. peel potatoes and put to boil in pot of water (obviously it has got to be water lar duh!). Oh, don't forget to wash potatoes clean after peeling...yucks! be more hygenic ok.
2. wash and dice four stalks of celery.
3. wash and cube the apples.
4. peel, wash and finely chop the onion (to avoid crying, plug your nose with tissue paper).
5. oops, forgot...hard boil the eggs too...or is it, cook the eggs till hard boil...oh well...whatever, you get it...if not, forget about cooking. just order a pizza.
6. when the potatoes are soft, run through tap water to stop cooking...once cooled...dice the potatoes and put together into a large mixing bowl with rest of ingredients.
7. when eggs are fully hard boilled, peel and take only whites. the yolks makes them slimy. yucks! cut whites randomly and toss with the rest of the ingredients.
8. squeeze a generous amount of mayo, a good dash of salt and pepper...please, use your judgement when dressing the salad...and walah!!! potato salad ala my recipe!

enjoy!

my rendezvous in singapore

31.08.05 (wednesday)
12.00 am
bus to sg.

5.30 am
arrived sg, went to hunt for breakfast at lavendar street (that's where i got off).

6.30 am
found nothing in lavendar street...only a 24 hour casket house (choi!!!). took mrt to outram park...went to eat fish porridge at the corner stall...knnccb! fucking place told me only can serve at 7.30am...bloody singaporeans are no breakfast people. damn! waited lar what else?

7.30 am
yums...fish porridge...with raw fish. and of course, 3 glasses of milo kosong kau kau!!! what can i say, it's caffeine to me in the morning.

9.00 am
took mrt to orchard...wanted to go citibank...damn the bank...moved to mcdonald's house...as if they were going to go into farming. but anyway, took mrt to dhoby ghaut...looked around the atrium for the stupid bank...finally found it...and a handful of cute guys professionally clad too...boy, citibank sure knows who to employ. yums!!! singapore never fails to amaze me with their collection of men...yummies!

12.30 pm
met a friend for lunch at wheelock.

3.00 pm
took train to tiong bahru...lotsa memories rushed back to me. took a memorable stroll out of the station out of the shopping centre...made my way to the market...ordered my favourite chai tau kuey, fry black black i told the aunty, also asked to her add egg and sprinkle more spring onions. ordered sugar cane with lemon as well...as i sat there eating my chai tau kuey...i remembered abo. couldn't help it...after my chai tau kuey, i made my way to the gazebo which i sat with abo on a sunny mid day...him puffing his fucking life away, and me just lazing there...talking bull. anyway, decided to etch something on the bench...my initial...so sue me singapore...for vandalism!

5.30 pm
stupid mrt jammed pack with humans returning home from work. heading to bugis junction and parco...wanted to check out muji...what a dissapointment. the bloody shop was on sale and as all shops are during sales...everything is all over. oh well...decided to go to delifrance for makan. yums...as usual, delifrance sg is hell better than delifrance kl.

7.00 pm
couldn't help me...just had to go to marche for my garlic pork sausages and movenpick ice cream and not forgetting soft shell crab. yums.

8.30 pm
took train back to lavendar street...retired at the food court there...and waited for my 10.00 pm bus. tiring...fucking tiring. i must be getting old!

10.00 pm
bus departs singapore for kl...end of trip. a fucking good one too.