i put the carton back and shut the fridge door. and saw this.....
newton circus.
could possibily be the worst place to hang out and have a couple of beers or a lot of beers. as if the weather wasn't humid enough, the smoke and heat generated from the food stalls makes wiping the sweat off ur face cardiovascular exercise. and if u miss one heat of face wiping, the saline addition into your char kuey teow or carrot cake complements well with the already oily, greasy and savory platter of cholesterol goodness. i had slept 3 hours from the night before, was running on caffeine and adrenaline most of the day and went for celebratory dinner with el jefe before joining will's dad for ROUND 2.
papa lee is a machine! he's got a motor mouth that rivals me on a good day, sleazy jokes that curls up wallpaper, the good looks of will, the decibel level of viv, and a raging liver to go with it. beers are beers, that is until u have to bring out the crate to fill a dozen empty bottles of 32oz tiger beers. and when u have enough beers, u just want to sing. right in the middle of newton circus hawker center, will's dad did quite a couple of renditions of "NI DE XIN TAI RAN"....awesome.
i have a headache.
look what irene made me!!! she's starting her own jewelry line
www.iwhite.etsy.com
cass got sooo big!!!
could possibily be the worst place to hang out and have a couple of beers or a lot of beers. as if the weather wasn't humid enough, the smoke and heat generated from the food stalls makes wiping the sweat off ur face cardiovascular exercise. and if u miss one heat of face wiping, the saline addition into your char kuey teow or carrot cake complements well with the already oily, greasy and savory platter of cholesterol goodness. i had slept 3 hours from the night before, was running on caffeine and adrenaline most of the day and went for celebratory dinner with el jefe before joining will's dad for ROUND 2.
papa lee is a machine! he's got a motor mouth that rivals me on a good day, sleazy jokes that curls up wallpaper, the good looks of will, the decibel level of viv, and a raging liver to go with it. beers are beers, that is until u have to bring out the crate to fill a dozen empty bottles of 32oz tiger beers. and when u have enough beers, u just want to sing. right in the middle of newton circus hawker center, will's dad did quite a couple of renditions of "NI DE XIN TAI RAN"....awesome.
i have a headache.
look what irene made me!!! she's starting her own jewelry line
www.iwhite.etsy.com
cass got sooo big!!!
panda? raccoon? GOTH....???
*i'm burping cognac*
sometimes i worry about myself. i worry what kind of harm im doing to current self that is harming my future self. even on off nights where i'm not guzzling with clients, guzzling for fun, guzzling for stress and guzzling for success i find the guzzle guzzle a part of obedient and anticipated hazing of which i have trouble saying no to. and so with will's dad in town, in transit to medan for tomb sweeping, i made the effort to meet up for dinner after years of anticipation (anticipated drinking). we had dinner in serrangoon park @ jumbo restaurant, but only to supplement the 1.5 bottles of cognac that seemingly typhooned through us. i was nodding obediently, conservatively laughing, charismatically conversing all in between 5 minute intervals of toasts from uncle lee, who has no concept of drinking. uncle lee does nothing but CHUG....CHUG HALF FULL GLASSES OF COGNAC.
getting drunk with will's dad completely reminds me of drinking with will. in fact, after he got tipsy, he came to me and had a heart to heart talk. it was nostalgic even though i've never drank with him before. correction: he reminds me of viv.
sometimes i worry about myself. i worry what kind of harm im doing to current self that is harming my future self. even on off nights where i'm not guzzling with clients, guzzling for fun, guzzling for stress and guzzling for success i find the guzzle guzzle a part of obedient and anticipated hazing of which i have trouble saying no to. and so with will's dad in town, in transit to medan for tomb sweeping, i made the effort to meet up for dinner after years of anticipation (anticipated drinking). we had dinner in serrangoon park @ jumbo restaurant, but only to supplement the 1.5 bottles of cognac that seemingly typhooned through us. i was nodding obediently, conservatively laughing, charismatically conversing all in between 5 minute intervals of toasts from uncle lee, who has no concept of drinking. uncle lee does nothing but CHUG....CHUG HALF FULL GLASSES OF COGNAC.
getting drunk with will's dad completely reminds me of drinking with will. in fact, after he got tipsy, he came to me and had a heart to heart talk. it was nostalgic even though i've never drank with him before. correction: he reminds me of viv.
Stock market, local currency skyrocket
MA YING-JEOU MAGIC:
Financial and construction stocks performed particularly well, and the
NT dollar continued to gain against the greenback on post-election
optimism
By Lisa Wang
STAFF REPORTER
Tuesday, Mar 25, 2008, Page 1
gramps didn't even have to get out of his hospital bed to vote...he's been in the hospital for a full month now. watching him @ 91 yrs old in the hospital, lets just say it's added a whole new spin on my perspective of reality.
i would have forgotten this story if i didn't have to do laundry last night and be forced to sleep on the couch last night....
it just so happens, that the night before i leave for taiwan, something ridiculous always happens. how i manage to make my flight the next day is simply bewildering. (lets not jinx the streak of non-missed flights) and so last week, the night before i left for taiwan, we went out to en dining. what started off as dinner with texans, mitkas, and the axis of eyemar evil, slowly became a loud and obnoxious drunkfest which i cannot remember anything. i can't remember leaving the restaurant, i can't remember going dancing afterwards. my memory starts to creep back in about the time i probably snuck out of the club, had a hard time directing the taxi driver to my apt, of which i had no money nor keys to my apt. i then proceeded to instruct the cab to drive to my boss' house so i could either crash at his place or get the keys to the office to get my apt keys. when i arrived, i banged on the door loud enough for no one to come out of his house, but i woke up the neighbor who saved me.
when i opened my eyes, my body was face down as always, but this time my face was creased against one thin quilt covering the grill seated wooden bench outside on the balcony. my boss' neighbor let me into her house, bypassed the living room sofa and allowed me to slumber on her balcony bench luckily rain free. @ 7am, i tiptoed back over next door only to find my boss getting home after passing out on his boat at the marina from the previous night. jeezus.
if my life wasn't in utter shambles at that point, and after a morning of headaches, i finally made it home during lunch to pack for my 5pm flight. i had planned to hurriedly puke, pack and puke but when i opened the door, i found a pigeon flapping around in my bedroom! WTF!
what has my life become?
it just so happens, that the night before i leave for taiwan, something ridiculous always happens. how i manage to make my flight the next day is simply bewildering. (lets not jinx the streak of non-missed flights) and so last week, the night before i left for taiwan, we went out to en dining. what started off as dinner with texans, mitkas, and the axis of eyemar evil, slowly became a loud and obnoxious drunkfest which i cannot remember anything. i can't remember leaving the restaurant, i can't remember going dancing afterwards. my memory starts to creep back in about the time i probably snuck out of the club, had a hard time directing the taxi driver to my apt, of which i had no money nor keys to my apt. i then proceeded to instruct the cab to drive to my boss' house so i could either crash at his place or get the keys to the office to get my apt keys. when i arrived, i banged on the door loud enough for no one to come out of his house, but i woke up the neighbor who saved me.
when i opened my eyes, my body was face down as always, but this time my face was creased against one thin quilt covering the grill seated wooden bench outside on the balcony. my boss' neighbor let me into her house, bypassed the living room sofa and allowed me to slumber on her balcony bench luckily rain free. @ 7am, i tiptoed back over next door only to find my boss getting home after passing out on his boat at the marina from the previous night. jeezus.
if my life wasn't in utter shambles at that point, and after a morning of headaches, i finally made it home during lunch to pack for my 5pm flight. i had planned to hurriedly puke, pack and puke but when i opened the door, i found a pigeon flapping around in my bedroom! WTF!
what has my life become?
anny anny....
yep.....i permed my hair. can't really tell...was trying to get volume...go for that curly japanese look.
everyone's in town!
Taiwan elections are pretty crazy. huge huge election. i just watch these rallies and think. shit, i should have came earlier and sold paraphrenalia. so much money to be made selling tshirts etc.
another random thought, i know it's better for celebs to stay neutral and not broadcast which political party they support. however....in taiwan....i would use the elections as a platform to go BLUE...big blue.....u may alienate 50% of taiwan....but then again....if u marketed yourself right, specifically in china, u gain 1.5 billion chinese china popularity interest. regardless of whether they like ur talent or not. yes you may lose a heavy popularity chunk in ur motherland, but the china upside is just so big.
tai ke! hahahaha.....
everyone's in town!
Taiwan elections are pretty crazy. huge huge election. i just watch these rallies and think. shit, i should have came earlier and sold paraphrenalia. so much money to be made selling tshirts etc.
another random thought, i know it's better for celebs to stay neutral and not broadcast which political party they support. however....in taiwan....i would use the elections as a platform to go BLUE...big blue.....u may alienate 50% of taiwan....but then again....if u marketed yourself right, specifically in china, u gain 1.5 billion chinese china popularity interest. regardless of whether they like ur talent or not. yes you may lose a heavy popularity chunk in ur motherland, but the china upside is just so big.
tai ke! hahahaha.....
i died in 3 dreams this past week. two of those times i think i committed suicide. one of those times i used a gun and shot right under my chin. and as life faded out, a new lie faded it. woke up feeling weird to say the least.
...had a long talk one morning with the boss about women, long distance relationships, marriage, and used lubes. hahaha.
...had a long talk one morning with the boss about women, long distance relationships, marriage, and used lubes. hahaha.
before my death, im going to have to write up not just a will, but also a list of specific requests for my family to carry out as per cultural standards for "tomb sweeping activities". This is of course assuming that I will have a standard gravestone memorial etc etc etc (tbd)...I spent the weekend in medan, indonesia a few weeks before the actual "tomb sweeping festival" (qing ming jie) to beat the annual reunion traffic of the south east asian chinese emigrants...the city of medan, exactly unchanged as i left it 10 months ago, exactly unchanged as my aunt left it 40 years ago, and even still unchanged as how my dad left it 50 years ago, has a cooler and less humid climate as compared to singapore/jakarta. a definitive third world city not quite as run down as jakarta due to slower population increase but still bustling of human activity with trash, pot holes, dust, crime, poverty, and the one beacon of gravitational gastronomical chinese cuisine. the more time i spend out here, the more i fill in the blanks as to my indo/chinese roots, family tree, heritage...and the invitation extended by my aunt and uncle to go temple hopping over a weekend of drinking in spore was an easy choice (call it maturity).
(imagine equatorial blaze and the constant swishing of medanian slippers complementing the pajama style shorts and worn thin sweaty tshirt - both genders applicable)
my gramps likes beer, so we bought beer for him before we went to his resting place. would my family bring me johnnie walker? a laptop? shiseido face wash? a nail clipper? honestly, i wouldn't have much criteria at all, although, as with my family, i'd set aside a fund for future generations to come and visit and understand/witness their family origins, if not just for global exposure, then forcefully for the food! my goodness, i seriously did nothing but eat. makan makan makan. an eating tour that went off the charts of gluttony. my uncle, the nibbling tour guide, the one who orders everything and eats nothing, rendered me close to asthmatic after vaccuuming down 4 meals a day, each 5-courses, at all of his childhood food stall favorites. sweaty, swatting flies, straying away from 3rd world ice cubes, and dipping everything in chilli. absolutely fantastic!
hokkien mie
beer for the devout muslims....
after first tomb sweeping...nasi padang made by chinese...(fish is famous)
i hit the gym 3x a day just to eat more....and boy was it worth it. selat panjang!
then there's always dessert!
some meatballs the next morning....
gifts...gifts...unless i eat it all...
laksa and pecil after...
a popiah snack...
and then back to selat panjang again! nasi ayam, curry bee hoon
"you're too pale...like a girl." - enni budiman
personally, i think my aunt was jealous when she said that. anyways, my aunt prepped me before the trip that the chinese women in medan are supposedly better looking than jakarta. but rather than really check out the medanese goods, i spent much of the time analyzing indo female celebrities with their paler than norm skin, heavier than korean woman makeup and bigger hair than hairspray hair.
for the record - using the english words "USED LUBES" in a serious sentence has me close to giggles every single time. (call it immaturity)
(imagine equatorial blaze and the constant swishing of medanian slippers complementing the pajama style shorts and worn thin sweaty tshirt - both genders applicable)
my gramps likes beer, so we bought beer for him before we went to his resting place. would my family bring me johnnie walker? a laptop? shiseido face wash? a nail clipper? honestly, i wouldn't have much criteria at all, although, as with my family, i'd set aside a fund for future generations to come and visit and understand/witness their family origins, if not just for global exposure, then forcefully for the food! my goodness, i seriously did nothing but eat. makan makan makan. an eating tour that went off the charts of gluttony. my uncle, the nibbling tour guide, the one who orders everything and eats nothing, rendered me close to asthmatic after vaccuuming down 4 meals a day, each 5-courses, at all of his childhood food stall favorites. sweaty, swatting flies, straying away from 3rd world ice cubes, and dipping everything in chilli. absolutely fantastic!
hokkien mie
beer for the devout muslims....
after first tomb sweeping...nasi padang made by chinese...(fish is famous)
i hit the gym 3x a day just to eat more....and boy was it worth it. selat panjang!
then there's always dessert!
some meatballs the next morning....
gifts...gifts...unless i eat it all...
laksa and pecil after...
a popiah snack...
and then back to selat panjang again! nasi ayam, curry bee hoon
"you're too pale...like a girl." - enni budiman
personally, i think my aunt was jealous when she said that. anyways, my aunt prepped me before the trip that the chinese women in medan are supposedly better looking than jakarta. but rather than really check out the medanese goods, i spent much of the time analyzing indo female celebrities with their paler than norm skin, heavier than korean woman makeup and bigger hair than hairspray hair.
for the record - using the english words "USED LUBES" in a serious sentence has me close to giggles every single time. (call it immaturity)
