Sunday, December 13, 2009 at10:56 PM

The beginning of this week felt like it was a slow crawl at a snail's pace just to reach the weekend. Went to the doctor coz I wasn't feeling well. Went to work. Followed Nadya and Diena to get their bikinis for saturday. Went for a makeup workshop on Friday. And then........finally.

THE weekend of the year dawned.



I can sum up the surreal experience in two words. FUCKING AWESOME.

I woke up bubbling with excitement. Packed, brought all that I needed to do some hardcore partying and headed over to Shi Min's place to get ready for the day together. We even had time to put on a facial mask, though there was a miscommunication about the itenerary and we didn't realise that Nadya and gang were picking us up so soon. So we rushed to get ready and met them next to the carpark where they were waiting.






Nadya's friend Nizam, who came with another friend, rented a car specially for the day so that we'll be comfortably chauffered to and from the venue. Cam-whored for a bit in the car and sang songs in anticipation till we reached Sentosa.


Get this. We were there at 7.15pm and we're approximately the first 150 people or so in the queue. A vast improvement from last year where we were hopelessly late. I gotta say this, queuing up to enter ZoukOut is worse than queuing up for those Hello Kitty dolls at MacDonald's.


I wasn't disappointed to know that there were freebies! A ZoukOut lanyard with the schedule and a red light-stick attached to it.

Another fun-fact. Apparently the picture in my IC and the way I look like now is so different that the person who checked my IC asked me to recite my IC number. I'm legal, for Pete's sake! Sheesh. -.-'


After exploring the place, which was so darn empty at that time, we headed over to Palawan beach where kak Nana was performing at a beach bar for a private event. The people at the event were probably giving us scandalised glances coz we were so scantily dressed. Guess they didn't know ZoukOut was happening a few meters away from them.


So the drinking session started with drinking game. Chop chilli chop, can you believe it? HAHA! Bought poker cards to play indian poker. I definitely drank too fast coz when I was gonna meet someone to pass a ticket to, Nadya accompanied me and reported that I was slurring in my speech. Walked back, continued to drink a little more and headed back to the party.



I wasn't walking straight. Drunk, but not hopelessly drunk. At least I could stil walk. :)


And in my drunken stupor, I was in a state of mind where I was in euphoria, as Nizam said. They said that I was a very happy drunk. -.-' Talkative and always laughing at maximum volume, playing with my lightsticks till they broke and the liquid stained my hands. Had to throw them away. ):


Danced at arena A at around 3am, went for a smoke for awhile. Okay not awhile, coz I was looking for places to throw up. It was pretty bad. My memory of my drunken stupor is fuzzy.


And finally, the long wait ended.


Managed to push our way through a mini rugby match to reach the front of the arena closest to the stage, Richie Hawtin was spinning at that time. The poor fella hasn't even finished with his set (last 10mins or so) and the whole crowd was already chanting "Armin! Armin! Armin!". Okay, I admit, I joined in the chanting too.


And then he came up on stage. Oh.My.Gaaaawwwwd. I FELL IN LOVE. *sighs dramatically*




The man is an enigma on stage, hyping up the crowd by clapping and and waving his hands. I knew his opening song, so I was singing at the top of my lungs with my throat threatening to spew forth and hit the spectators in front. And me and my girls were so close, we could see him smile at the crowd. He could also take the time to walk around the stage to face the crowd to wave and jump and cheer with the crowd. He played a little bit of my all-time favourite song from him, In And Out Of Love. Shimin and I were practically screaming and dancing like we're high on drugs to the song.


I was screaming and dancing like a lunatic. Exactly how a crazed woman should behave. But I was in euphoria. =)


Danced till the sun came up, literally. His set was from 5am to 7am. And the arena was amazingly still so full of people even when it was almost 7am. We left, had breakfast somehwere and then I headed over to Shi Min's place to sleepover.


Consequences of hardcore partying:


1) I had cold shower of green tea during Armin's set. It felt like a whole cup tipped over the top of my head and got my hair dripping wet. Apparently a loony fan got a little too excited and decided to let go of his cup.


2) There were bruises and cuts on my person that I can't even begin to fathom where and how I got it. It's like it magically appeared.


3) I danced till my legs hurt. I feel like I just completed a 2.4km run. My leg muscles are screaming in agony.


4) ZoukOut is a freakin free-for-all grope-and-grind fest. Some men just can't keep their hands to themselves.


5) My tongue barbell decided to be pesky and unscrewed itself till it was falling all over the multi-story carpark.


6) I fucking lost my fucking ATM card and some cash, coz the card holder on my ZoukOut lanyard fell off. I was cursing when I didn't get my pay on time. But it's worse when I already recieved my pay and I had to lose my fucking ATM card.


Oh well.


I'm still in a state where I can't believe that I had such a fucking awesome time at ZoukOut. Best part is, I was enjoying it with my darling girlfriends. =)


PS : Nadya babe, hope you had a blast breaking your Zoukout virginity! (:


Quote of the night : Blind leading the blind. HAHA!



Monday, December 7, 2009 at2:04 AM


Just watched the movie Sex And The City over at Alcan's place to do a movie analysis for a school assignment. It's cool when it's possible to mix work and play together. When else will you get a chance to tell your mom, "Mummy, I have to watch a movie as homework today." HAHA!

Oh and not forgetting the inner fashionista in me decided to resurface during the movie. The whole time I was gazing worshipfully at the screen and sighing in longing whenever I see something beautiful. Like the blue Manolo Blahnik heels. The black studded belt named "Roger". Her little green Hérmes Birkin bag. The Vivienne Westwood wedding dress. The lovely long string of Mikimoto pearls that she actually wanted to wear to SLEEP. I could go on and on till you people are eventully put to sleep in boredom. But seriously, I want Carrie Bradshaw as my bestfriend. So that I can get a Louis Vuitton Monogram Motard Firebird as a facken Christmas present! =) (the name of the bag sounds like a bloody motorbike -.-')

Oh, and I would love any, if possible all, the shoes that Lady GaGa wore in her "Bad Romance" music video. Alexander McQueen please!

As Russel Peters have once said in one of his comedy performances, the media can really mess with your head. The story-lines in the movies or dramas we watch could seem so far-fetched it seems innately possible for it to happen in reality. And the shit thing about this is that we watch these movies and let it get to us as we start dreaming and fantasizing about the life we wish to be able to live. Like Kimora says, "Fabulosity." All this just to get your hopes dashed when you suddenly come to remember that you live in the real world and need to slog your ass off just to buy a Coach bag.

I noticed that I've been a pretty goruchily depressed bitch lately. It's this phase I'm going through thinking and knowing that I have self-esteem issues. I did some research and I realised that I'm going through "New Year Depression". Yes my dears, such a thing exists and it's an actual phenomenon that strikes us humans. 2009 wasn't a good year for me and I'm entering 2010 in the same state I'm in. That's not good at all. I feel like everything is gonna be the same in the new year.

I feel like I'm entering the new year alone. And I feel like I'm gonna celebrate my birthday alone, too.

New Year's and my 21st birthday. How lovely.


Monday, November 30, 2009 at9:29 PM

Okay first things first. I am bravely embarking on an endevaour to put my biological clock to rights, and that is to sleep at night and wake up in the morning. Not sleep in the morning and wake up at night as I have been habitually doing since Lord knows when. It's only 9.30pm and I'm already facken sleepy, so please pardon any mistakes unintentionally made by me henceforth. I don't even know why I'm typing like this. Ye olde english, much?




Oh yes. I HAVE ALREADY WATCHED NEW MOON! A totally spur of the moment kinda thing, in a cinema even before the official day it hits the big screen. Sneak preview. Apparently their attempt at being sneaky wasn't very successful because the earlier shows were all fully booked and my friends and I had to watch it close to midnight.

( I recently learnt in Journo lecture that whenever we write articles, it should be from a 3rd person standpoint and impersonal, but heck this isn't an article. )

So here's the crunch-down. The movie actually followed the book, or the most of it. Got a little draggy in the middle. I've read the book plenty of times so I'm pretty sure which parts were edited or ommited. Like, the part where Bella slapped Paul then Jacob came running from the house behind to intervene when Paul shifted to his werewolf form. The slapping part wasn't in the book. The part where Alice car-jacked that lovely yellow Porche and when she had to bribe a security guard to let the car through the festival procession with a thick wad of cash wasn't in the movie. The part when Rosalie apologised to her in the car after their flight back to Forks wasn't in the movie either.

But then again, the movie can't depict the book word for word. If so, the original rendition of The 10 Commandments would lose it's title of "Longest Movie Ever" (that damn movie is 4 hrs long, mind you) to New Moon.

There are two parts of the entire movie that I will never forget. First, at the beginning of the movie, the day it was Bella's birthday. Edward was walking from his shiny silver Volvo towards Bella, with this shy and secretive smile on his face. If I were Bella, I would have melted into a useless puddle there and then.

Now comes the ultimate part. When Bella apologised for bleeding when she cut her forehead after flying off her scrambler in a collision with a rock, Jacob oh-so-coolly proceeded to pull of his shirt to use it to staunch the bleeding. Okay people, the angle of the camera was from ground up. Full view of his hot body. It was so unexpected that I let out a surprised shriek of appreciation during the scene. Now, if I were there myself, I would embarrass myself by melting into a useless puddle AND THEN evaporate to nothingness in the air. GUA CAIR BEB!

Now the next movie I wanna watch is Ninja Assasin. :)

I'm gonna turn into an workaholic again coz I need the extra moolah for my remodule fees. And that is urgent. Starting to love going to school again, mainly Journalism and PR classes, coz I find the lessons so damn interesting. Even the assignments are gonna be interesting.

As Noor recommended, I'm gonna start watching You're Beautiful soon, like now. =)

PS : I'll be 21 in 33 days. Crraaaaaaaapp!


Tuesday, November 24, 2009 at8:48 PM

Okay it's now time to put Edward Cullen aside momentarily to pay tribute to one of my most favourite korean actors who acted in one of my most favourite Kdramas of all time. He didn't recieve the acclamation he deserved from me, since I was going ga-ga over him since Lord knows when. Or maybe the acclamation he deserved wasn't expressed publicly by me. Haha.

Presenting, Lee Min Ho!


Okay I knoooww, it's like sooooo passé coz everyone else on our planet was obsessed with him long ago and now he's replaced by other korean hearthrobs pinned up on a girl's mirror/bedroom wall/desktop/handphone/other-such-places-where-pictures-can-be-kept-or-pasted-for-further-cross-examination-or-admiration-on-a-daily-basis.

But I digress. I figure it takes time to fall in love, both in the literal and metaphoric sense. You have ample time to pay attention to the finer details that says alot.

For one thing, I love his well-matched features. High cheekbones, perfectly sculpted lips and a nose that's sharp and proportionate to his face, which suits him remarkably well. I love his nose and lips. Lol!


Last but not least, he's tall (185cm), has a great body, a great sense of style (just look at that curly and suave hair) and not forgetting, his mega-watt smile.

So tell me, people, what is there not to love about this man?!


Of course I'm being shallow. I'm singing praises about his good looks. It just goes to show that I appreciate the beauty God has wrought for us to admire. =)


Okay so there's Armin van Buuren spinning at ZoukOut this year. But I would love for this one person to spin at next year's ZoukOut, if possible.




David Guetta, please come to Singapore's ZoukOut next year lei! I promise I'll go! ;-)



Monday, November 16, 2009 at2:26 AM

Tucked away in the hidden recesses of my heart.
Surpressed emotions.
I'm just having a bout of down-time.
Hello PMS.


Gaaawwdddd I wanna marry this 17-year-old-for-quite-some-time. Okay, do NOT ask me why I've been obsessed with Edward Cullen recently. I re-read the entire saga except for Breaking Dawn coz it's not with me. Everytime I get to slowly dismentle the story and take a glimpse of how Edward is really like, I'll let out a winsome sigh knowing that he's the very epitome of getlemanly perfection.

Honestly, who am I kidding. Guys like that don't exist in the real world. Only in dreams and novels and movies. But you gotta admit, the shiny Volvo is a definite plus point. HAHA!

PS : I know, I know. I'm ranting that guys who walk this earth can be compared to nothing more than maggots or other such vile creatures. I can't help it if i'm jaded...still. ( a la Ris Low)



Thursday, November 12, 2009 at1:20 AM

I feel so ashamed of myself.

It is required of us to be ethically, diplomatically and genuinely happy for the good things that happen to the people around us. Because if you don't, and people know it, your circle of friends that surrounds you would be made up of people who'd bitch about you first chance they've got. But you see, I'm sure many of us are rulled or influenced by human nature. Human nature is a perplexing phenomenon and sometimes, just some times, it'll come to light and sway the principles you live by just to convince yourself that your a hypocritical bitch.

A friend called and was telling me about happy tidings that life has brought. Instead of feeling genuinely elated for the said friend, I felt this distasteful feeling swell within me, threatening to spill over in waves when it reaches breaking point. I made all the appropriate, nevertheless non-commital, happy sounds one should make just to appear attentive. After hanging up, finally that tsunami of surpressed emotions spew forth. JEALOUSY. Akin to bile travelling up my throat.
Don't get me wrong, I'd very much want to be happy for my friend. There's just this nagging feeling of discontent and unsatifaction that's hidden away, only to be awaken when jealousy comes passing by. Thinking why isn't it me to be happy or when is it gonna be my turn. Again, patience is a virtue I never had in abundance.

Things turn even worse when jealousy metamorphosizes into something else entirely. Remorse. Remorse over the things that you have lost, chosen or otherwise, over the things that you never remotely want to think of ever again. So now you'll start to ask yourself why your feelings are making your emotions tumultuous. Peacefullness has been swept away by the rising tide of restlessness.
I'll just perpetually tell myself to be patient, over and over.

Okay change topic.
Exams are here, which means the stress is on. 3 more papers to go and the one's that'll slaughter me to death would be SBS and TDMC. Oh joy.
Zoukout is happening in a little more than a month and I'm damned coz instead of losing weight, I've been putting on weight. Not exactly ecstatic about that. In fact, far from it. Dieting is not working, I'll always be tempted to eat junk food or some other unhealthy thing to stuff my face with. Not good. -.-'

I sense the sweeping grand entrance of the infamous PMS.



PS : Can I have this body back, plleeaaaasseeee? :(



Friday, November 6, 2009 at1:43 AM

Ooohhhhmygaaawwwwwd!
I'm about to rip my hair off in envy. -.-'





I wanna be Kirsten Stewart please. In that exact same pose, exact same bike and exact same hottie!!!!! ;)