Sois Bleu

Bitch !!!! I am so addicted to Bruno and I simply cant wait for the damn movie to be out. The wicked episode of his just kill the fuck off me.

After Ali G and Borat, Sacha Baron Cohen is coming back with Bruno, a gay austrian fashionista, doing what the previous two had done best again: Interview. SInce gay issue is involved this time, I wonder, will the movie ever get to spare a cut after labelling R rated or perhaps they just probably save the blade and just banned the film. Anyway, un gros bisou for Baron for his forever stunning and hilarous performance.

Ali G


Borat


Bruno


PS: I love the way Beckham sqeaks.

Round 1: Lara Fabian (France) Vs Celine Dion (Canada)





Which do you think really worth the title of Diva.

 

Fucking hell, just one stroke away to second position.

Oh btw, we got into the top 10 in semi-finals, not the 11th.

WOAH~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The day we'd been waiting had finally come. The Dragon Boat Festival started off yesterday with the hits. To our surprises, we actually came in 2nd and was made it for the semi-finals today. The coach scolded us for our mistakes that we shouldn't be making still during the competition but I strongly felt that our coach was pretty happy that we managed to make it for the next day's race. We didnt expect ourselves to get in, as we made lots of faux pas during our training session and our competitors were expectedly strong. However, we were very glad. Just like life, you never know what would happened during the race. A big wave might just come and slow you down, or your boat was able to ride on the wave and surge forward using its momentum. 



After seeing the competitors for our race in semi-final, we were kinda intimidated. It was with Mountbatten team, where most national rowers came from. There were also Australian teams and SCDS. They are strong teams, something we should expect during semi-finals. Regardless, we told ourselves to do our best for it, and made sure not to repeat the same mistake that we did in the previous race. Afterall, we have come so far. Coach challenged us for making the 10th, if not 6th position for overall ranking. No disprove, just look ahead.



So the race finally began. We were en par with the leading team, including Mountbatten team, for almost 300m before they picked up, taking the first position. Not soon after, we took the second place and was striving hard to reached the finishing line. Our coach, also the coxswain, screamed and yelled at us, telling us that we could get into the finals. But the yelling changed to a signal of threath when other teams started to pick up and trying to overtake us. Our position in jeopardy, coach Lele, howled again for us to bring up our pace. We had all but 100 metres left.



Just a hundred metres left, and the neighbouring teams were catching up, fast. We twitched and twisted, pulled with all our might, but the boat was still slowing down. And it was just at the last bouy that the next lane overtook us, just by one paddle length, making us third. Our coach was furiously mad! We lost and missed the chance of final in just by a stroke length. Almost, but not there. We came in 2 second better than the previous race.

We compared the results of the 3 semi-finals and came to realised that even if we came in second for our race, we still unable to get in finals. Only the 1st of all three races and the best 2 of second position could get into finals. Not that disappointing, but still, could have been in the 2nd position.


Another blow came. After calculation, we came in the 11th position for the overall race. Its a shame, yes. And many has felt the disappointment that came sweeping us like flu virus when the news broke out.
Nonetheless, I feel good about the overall experiences. We never thot we could make it that far but we made it. And we didnt make the same mistakes that we did in the first race. Though it was so close, but we have asked ourselves in our heart that we had done our best and it was indeed a good race.  

It certainly feel good about going thru this hardship from training, and the victory from our performance. Thats the true spirit of teamwork that I had long wanting for for joining a team sport. We didnt make it, but we are not giving up. We still have Regatta in November, and we promised ourselves for a medal this time.


FLUS.... HHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUUUAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHhh

Just as I thought that I was the one bidding goodbyes to all my colleague at the end of this month when my contract ends, a sudden tsunami of goodbyes were exchange just before we were leaving for lunch. It was an hour before lunch time when a selected group of people were asked to the conference for a meeting. Sound just exactly like another day's work.

But only if asking you to packed up and leave the company in 2 hrs would be an everyday job.

The news of retrenchment shocked the entire level of staff, especially when you were the last one to feel it coming and your name was on the list. But without having my name on the list, it had, as well, shocked the f*ck out of me. 2 in my sister- team got hit and we decided to have an ad-hoc farewell lunch together. It was supposed to be my farewell lunch with the wonderful lady instead, but it seems like she took it pretty lightly, seemingly expecting it to come.

Via the dining table, I only realised that words had already been flying around the air way few months ago, but its just that thing had never been confirmed, until this precise moment. And I thought I was observant and sensitive enough to feel who's gay in our office.

Of all things I am not virgin to, this was the first and closest experience of such fatal corporate disaster.
And its still haunting me right now.

Tori Amos- Crucify

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I didnt know Madonna did it way before Kylie and Rihanna. A shame that clubs no longer play such classics.

I was so inspired after watching the hiphop-ballet fusion dance in my injudicious days that I actually signed up for ballet lesson for 3 month, before realising that whatevers on tv stays on tv. I watched it repeatedly several times to feel the adrenaline gushes to my limps when during the transition of the music. Dancing, yes i am still but too old for ballet and too chinah for hiphop. Still love it everytime I see Julia Stiles fidget on the chair with her tights sans tu-tu.

Athena Cage - Live your dream. ( not some idol rip off.)

听到娃娃的《春之祭》， 就一定会联想到十五年前当香港电影业还没崩溃的经典剧作《东方三侠》。杜琪峰以当年在科技未成熟的年代，带给观众创造了一个永垂不朽的传奇，也为香港电影市场注射了一时的蓬勃。
十五年了，这三位当年的“大侠”在影坛还立力不到。张曼玉凭《阮玲玉》得了柏林影后，获得欧洲市场的赏识，在法国成了国际巨星。 杨紫琼也在多年的一番努力，因李安的《卧虎藏龙》得到美国好莱坞的肯定，也成了国际巨星。唯独在亚洲叱咤了多年的女王梅艳芳却敌不过病魔的侵袭，最终还是离开了人世。

在现在世上不断的因大自然及人造的混乱搞得人心惶惶，
而在最艰难度过的那一刻时，
不禁的想
真正的大侠又在何方？

但就算有大侠，
他的能力也是有限的。
他不能控制物价油价，
不能缓慢通货膨胀，
不能停止地震，
不能预知何时有人在街上不被无辜刺死。
真正的恶魔，就在我们生活的点点滴滴里。

我们不需要大侠们穿着华丽的衣裳，
也不需要漂亮的脸蛋及灵敏的身手。
我们只需要在生活最困难的时后
有人在背后推一把，
好让人生过的更愉快，更有意义。
所以大侠其实一点都不难做。
因为人人都可以做大侠。

在现实与梦想不断的胶着之余
我们好好的把这两者的分割，
在与现实格斗时，
也不忘在漫画及影片中，
围睹这些大侠们的风采。

今日一大早就起床，洗澡后把自己打扮得比约会还要谨慎， 而外的注意。一切就为了工作面试。

经过三个回合的面试后， 最终却在最后的关卡被拒绝。一共四个回合的面试， 从入门前的紧张，到入门后在面试官前的无助， 最后到等待成绩的期待。这段心理情绪起伏不断反复来回了四次， 看见那些被入取后的人们欢乐的填写后续表格，我什么感觉都没有， 只是觉得这漫长近六小时的旅程让我感到非常非常的累。

其实， 我对自己还能撑到最后一关感到意外。第一会面试时因过于紧张还以为会被淘汰，却竟然顺利得到第二，第三关。 虽然未被入取， 但至少我以大概知道整个面试程序和考官对应诊者的要求是什么，好让我在下次的招选再接再厉。 是， 下次的招选还是会看到我的踪迹。

其实， 失败也不怎么可怕。
可怕的是， 后悔自己未曾去尝试。

经过太阳的照耀及消耗大量体力后的训练， 我与队友在蓄水池训练场地附近的洗手间去梳洗。 里头就只有一位男生在开放式花洒区， 而我们的到来却好像倾入了他寂静独处的世界。他也就是我在练习时在浮板上让我分神的痒眼男二号。 可能害羞或担心过于拥挤， 当我们这群人毫无羞涩的脱光赤裸冲洗时， 浸湿还穿着内裤的他离开了被侵略的疆土，到洗手间的另一旁更衣。我偶尔转过头对他看看几眼，直到他离开视线而消失。

敏感的队友总是知道我在想什么，问我会为他打几分。 九十。 我无需考虑地说。 另一位又问，“那我呢？”我开玩笑的说他不在我评分考项之内，这句话听得他猛吐不服之气，却笑得我们合不拢嘴。在镜子前打理头发时还发现二号男还在外头收拾背包，眼神自然的从镜子转移到他身上。有时还不禁觉得自己有多麽的可悲。 而当我们都收拾打理好一切后已离开时， 他又重返到镜子前归回与属于自己的国度。众友人开始嘲笑我，是否与他们一块走， 还是往返方向朝着二号男那索电话号码。 那时我的确犹豫片刻，顿时与友人们停在外头片刻。我相信那男子却是在无忧无虑的梳着头发，曹营之事与汉人无关。

最后还是选择离开，还是选择错过。与友人各自分手后， 我与另一和我同方向回家的队友朝巴士站前进时， 对方说了些让我不服的话， 而我的回应是，“若他也在巴士站等巴士的话， 我就去所电话号码。” “是吗？ 看！”没错， 那男子也在同一个巴士站， 也相信是与我们一样去总站。 巴士来后我们接着上车， 却没见男子跟随， 半失望半松了口气。而在巴士们快关上时，有人紧接得上了车， 而友人使得那脸色让我非常不安。而迎面而来的确实是他。

友人不断的探视，催促，到讽刺我。随着共处时间一分一秒的流失，眼看着男子在面前随着巴士摆动的背影的我，心里已作出一个令自己满意的决定。下车后， 我一鼓作气，见色忘友的抛下友人，往男子的方向前进， 终于开口向他交谈。他是一脸错愕，接着礼貌的拒绝，最后飞快的离开进入人群中。我们的互动非常的短，短的让我觉得一切都从来没发生过。或许我的突如其来， 真的把他给吓坏了。这却不只让友人钦佩， 也给自己一个很好的交代。

他的拒绝不让我失望。
也没让我跌进谷里，
让我失去主动的信心，
他反而它开启我心里压抑的一道锁。
那道锁，
解开了我的优柔，
撕破了我的脸皮，
让我对爱不放弃，
让我从今不再错过。

 PS: 谢谢你的拒绝，让我不再错过。  

在健身房里与友人一起锻炼时， 在室内的某角落发现一个痒眼的男人。 我向志同道合的友人望痒眼男抛了个眼神，他也点了点头，回了一个‘确实是不错’的表情，接着说：

“ 要， 不去跟他说话？”

说话？岂敢。很多次， 在同样的这个空间在不同时间与不同的人有着这同样的感觉， 却不敢踏出第一步。而这次不知道以静为动的策略在每次这样的遭遇要用多久。 我这才发现习惯与吸毒一样， 越满足，越空虚。

于是痒眼男做完运动后， 就预料的进入清洗室，接着离开，也不回头看看有谁在注意他。可能他对这种崇拜的眼神已司空见惯，或许他确实意识到有人在看他，只是看他的人他毫无兴趣。脑子里又一千个一万个凭空想象它没回应的理由 ，却没有一个确确实在的一个答案。而但离开健身房时， 不禁在想， 在摆脱单身族之前， 到底还要经历过多少类似这样的错过。

我相信每个人都有这样的经验。无论是在巴士站， 百货公司， 泳池， 街道，甚至是洗手间， 都会有遇到你中意的理想对象的时候。 虽然只是非常表面的一面之词，但已足于你想与对方更进一步的了解。 人就是如此可悲的肤浅。而若不是一个偶然的机会或对方的主动， 你也不会自己擅自开始与对方交谈。而若对方都有兴趣却都是被动型的话， 一切可能是爱的萌芽缺因自尊心而胎死腹中， 含恨的惜及后悔，直到下一个眼色，又另一个后悔。但可要记得，偶然，不会每次发生在你身上。

我有个好友却如此偶然的童话般遭遇。 他们在街上相遇，即擦身而过。在对方往反方向前进时，好友突感有些舍不得似的，回过头去看一看那位刚经过的男子， 却没想到那男子也在同一时间回过头去看我好友。 脚步还继续前进， 他在想若再回头， 对方还是否会回头。于是他试了一试， 男子真的回了头。第三次在试， 男子再回头。 好友与我滑稽的笑说这有如梁山伯与祝英台的“三笑”， 只是他们没笑，只是回头而已。好友与我一样， 本性害羞，不善于表达。脚步不断的犹豫，进退两难，而当脑子在想可能男子已经早已远去，来不及时， 男子突然却在他眼前出现。 原来男子为了让相遇重演， 绕了一大段路回来。 这次好友也不再犹豫， 双双一块到最近的咖啡馆内开始了他们不可思议的第一段对话。

好友欣慰的说， 如果不是男子绕回来找他， 他这段感情也不会开始， 既不会维持到现在。 要不是男子主动， 他可真的会错过了爱情。友人说他自己非常幸运。而我突然感到一身哆嗦，不敢数到底有多少的爱情的发展机会， 在我的指缝中流逝。

最勇敢的爱， 不是为了在自己身上愚蠢的割下对方的名字。
也不是像某个好莱坞演员在电视节目上疯疯癫癫， 语无伦次。
更不是为了对方去结束自己的生命。

可能真正的勇敢， 却是让你喜欢的人知道其实你喜欢他。
就算对方拒绝了你， 虽然会失望难过，
但至少你也有了一个明确的答案，
至少你没有错过。

Disco ball, checked.

Leather hat, checked.

Feathered boa, checked. 


All in need now is neon-lighted flooring and an army of me. 
 

Canto Pop.

Either you love it or you hate it. Not that I am involved in this love-hate relationship with this genre of music, especially when you cantonese is limited to the menu in the dim sum tea house. But when we say canto-pop, there is someone that has been reigning the status of queen in HK: Sammi. Apart from those nice catchy techno dance tracks and her outrages make-up and costums in her concerts, my remembrance of her was more towards her eating habit. Her favorite food was actually fried chicken (sinful) and just how one can consume it while sustaining the zero-size frame? Rumour has it that she only takes deep breathe just to inhale the aroma and place it back on the plate after she is done.

Such sacrifice one has to pay for fame and fortune.

I was really glad that i had an opportunity to experience the lastest iconic landmark of the island: The Singapore flyer. My company had booked 5 capsules for the staffs and I didnt expect contract stuff, like myself, was included as well. And its not the normal or the express tickets they were offering. Its the most expensive ticket that comes with the cocktail and of course, a prior boading rights. I was pretty taken abacked by how the company can be that generous to just a temp, and i appreciated it very much. The Flyer has been operating since last week, but it is something that i would want to experience but not at my own expense. Unless if its with my beloved, which is still, sadly , non-existence as yet.


And since we got the experience it after it is just open not long ago, the entire department was going all excited over it. Friday and flyer ride after work, you simply have no absolute motivating to key in entry and check through receipt. You just wanted the clock hit six at the next second.  Especially when you still have more exciting program after the ride.




It was absolutely fabulous, not just the fact that you are not paying a single cent. Much of my colleague prefer the scene in the day, as they felt, it would be much brighter for taking pictures. Me however, love the sights of city light and business night. So i guess I am one of those minority that was lucky enough to get what I wanted. It was pretty difficult to take pictures indeed , with the poor lighting and the reflective panels in the capsule that keep you from falling. But with a good camera, these are all nothing. My manager has a Sony 7.2 migapixels that captured the night scene fabulously well. Mine is just a cheapo Konica Minolta way 4 years back which get blurred very easily. Hence I didn't takre really much.



Viewing this island and the place that I have been to every day for work at and different angle, it really gets me amazed how this island transform itself from an ulu fish village to one of most expensive countries to live in in the world. I turned to see the less exciting part where the cranes were still digging its way for the riches to bury their cash. And it really left me lots of questions. How far will the rich and the poor in this island by the time the IR has open. How many beggars and hookers will be loitering around it? What is the percentile of chinese nationality here snatching our livelihood away from their cheap labour? And how will I be like by then? The irony of life with those ugly thots in my mind and such glamourous scene at my face.


I shoke the thot off by sipping the cocktail that it was offered with.
So, I will just drink, drink and drink. Till the day come, I drink.
Cherish whatever I have at this precise moment and fuck all the tomorrows.


Sante.

Don't we love the ingenious way of how fashion is blending itself like an opium into everyone's life as an addiction. A collaboration 2 year back between Karl Lagerfeld and H & M has caused a big stir in both the mainstream as well as the upperclass sector of the fashion industry. Sadly, we don't have H & M in this poorly-tasted island. However, words have been going around that it will be having its first store in Orchard Ion, of course, after its development. Hopefully it won't be another disappointment like Pisang Republic, with every item look far from what its featured in the magazine and more like they are from the bin at the QC rejects.

I was doing my facial maintenance that I realised that I had finished my L'oreal Paris Men expert VitaLift only when I had my first squeeze. Feeling a little pekchek-ed, I reminded myself to get a new one the next day. Small issue, no issue.

on my way to dinner with the teammates, I felt something wet behind my back ( woah~~~) and found out that something had spilled in my bag. I checked it out and it was only my wet clothes that I had used earlier for rowing. 
Small issue, no issue.

After a shower home and when I was about to do my facial ritual at home, I was shocked to realise that my Kiehl's Astringent Herbal Lotion bottle was empty. It somehow reminded me to my wet bag. And it was my FUCKING TONER THAT SPILLED, NOT THOSE FUCKING WET LAUNDRY. Of all things to spill it has to be my fucking toner. I still have 1/2 a bottle left and it would expect to sustain me for another month. KNNBCCB.

Damn it. This means that i gonna be $41 + 23.90 poorer for the sake of rejuvenate my skin this week.

KKNBCCB.

 

 My campmate called me out of the blue for dinner someday ago. It has been 6 mths after I left the organisation and we hadn't really been contacting with each other. So being a pragmatic and precautious species as a capricorn can be, I sense something fishy up his sleeves apart from catching up each others' lives. And the only way to find out is to yes. 

So this evening finally came and so did he, with a stranger beside him as he introduced me as his colleague. And before I could talk to my dear campmate, this colleague started boombaded me with all the personal question. Question that you dont normally ask the first time you meet someone you don't know. Not even someone he knows is around.

Oh How old are you?
Which camp were you from?
which company are you working in?
What are you working as?
How much are you paid?
What is your working hours?
Which ......

All the way from the meeting point to the food court.

The smell of stale fish got stronger as minutes passed by. I increased the fuel of pekchek-ness to my already-arrogant face every time he posed a question. Just as I thought that the ordeal was finally over, both proposed to bring me to their work place. I had a storyline running in my mind already and what followed was as predictable as a pornstrip that you have watched too many a time.

Their office was located opposite a newly developed shopping mall by the only river in this island, just above the famous fish and chip resto. I entered the resto as some boys munching the dead fish checked me out (something I didn't know I am capable of doing , hence worth a mention ..). Welcomed me after the flights of stairs was a room with occupied tables and chairs, where the slaves scribbling on the papers, explaining and brainwashing the potentials of their own kind. The colleague started tour me around the awards and certificates that showcased beautifully on the cabinet with powerful lightings to enhence its presence and worth. Finally he came to the miraculous product call the magnetic mattress.

I told them straight at the face that I am not interested at all, be it whatever they wanted to explain to me. However, for sake of giving some face to my campmate, I ACTUALLY stayed and listened. The biblical theories of magnetic field and kidney failure came beating around the bushes. I was too impatient to hear any further. I told him to explain the mattress to me and he carried on beating the bushes, talking about High blood pressure, cardiac arrest and stroke this time. So throughout the lecture, I had this know-it-all look in my face, a facade that invites punches and kicks. Just before he came to the part where the four diseases sworn sisterhood as silent killer quartet, I interrupted and asked for some private moment with my dear campmate. He had spoken less than 30 words since we had met and was looking extremely frailed. I told him to leave this industry asap and start finding a decent job. It was not a game that he was capable of playing and I just didnt want him to get burnt. The colleague returned and I told him that I was damn tired and need to get home for sleep before I get stroke. His face blackened, but my persistence outwon his dissatisfaction.

I cut across the resto to get out of the shophouse, as those boys, still munching on the fried sea creature, checked me out again, quietened suddenly as I passed them by.  I felt a rush of affection towards my job. Its boring and stressful yes, but at least I do not have to resort to such sorry mean to get my paycheck. I was in the sales industry before and hence I know what kind of shit I have to pull up with. I felt empowered at the same time taking control of my own life.  Just like how I turned them away without any paiseh-ness or remorse. I sure felt bad about how he would be feeling after I left, as I didnt really consider his position when I reacted to the situation.  But ultimately, it is his decision to be in this line. I had given him my 2 cents worth of advice. The rest is up to him.

A minute silence to Multi-level Marketing, ladies and gentlemen and the in-betweens.

Certainly, it feels so good after a jogs out in your neighbourhood at night, just after you knock off from work overtime. It seems like the only time that you can get away from work and people that you just don't wish to see, and face every of nature passing by you. Every scene, like filmstrips, flying by your peripheral while you sweat your frustration and anger out of your body as unwanted waste. An occasional breeze came blanket you with comfort and encouragement, and you wonder how many people in the world are doing something that they truly wanting to do, just like yourself at this precise moment.

For the sex baboons whose sensitivities are restricted only to their lower halves of their body, its just like the burst of satisfaction after an orgasm from your long-deprived desire, just in case they can't relate to the above sentiments.

I can totally relate to Ping's feeling about losing her drive in life, except, fortunately, she is far worse off than me. So that kinda make me feel a little better. My company ( not that I own it ) has been ungoing some restructuring at the higher management and it is driving the subods nuts trying to satisfy our majesty. Perhaps it is not my nature staying in indoor for too long, and the industry i am in is simply interestingly boring. Seeing my colleagues staying till late in the office often making me wonder if this could the kind of lifestyle that I would be leading if I were to carry on persuing this field. Sure it is lucrative and reputatable, but there are just things that money cant buy (VISA!) . Every choice has its sacrifice, and even though I am not supposed to feel the way I am feeling now, but I am still a little unsure if I am ready to surrender to this monotonous form of , err, lifestyle, if you consider that as one.

My heart sank like Titanic ,minus Rose and Jack, after hearing more and more people gotten their reply from the local Uni. This is my nth time applying and it seems like they don't really appreciate poly graduates as much as those JC sunshine boys. My cousine has received her reply but is still contemplating whether to take the offers. I am not getting any younger and I dont know how long it would take for the mercy fuck to come. I just give it another year. Another year before I blame the whole world for my failure and see what comes next.

It can't be longer still, can it?

Hey there,

I was just browsing the web and found your write-up on Love-Box. Its been a while since you posted it and I know we (me being the General Manager of Love-Box) haven't sent you you the full set of Boxes.

If it had been just before Christmas and you would have been one of the first private write-ups I'd seen on Love-Box (with that cute little end note) I am sure your well written text would have persuaded me to do so - although I am not sure how our Singaporean distributor would have reacted as I would have interfered in their sales (assuming there are any other beautiful boxes you like, which you would have or are going to buy ;-)

We are updating our web-site so in a couple of weeks it will be more interactive and are even considering of having links or small extracts of people who have made comments on our products. - Guess you wouldn't mind?! But don't worry, if we get to that stage we will contact everyone to make sure they are in agreement...

Otherwise keep up your writing and just enjoy Life!

All the Best
Your Love-Box Team