| Nurses ask the darnest questions |
[Nov. 20th, 2008|01:14 pm] |
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So the hypochondriac in me decided to head down to A&E after coughing out a few spats of blood. Over at the hospital, I was mostly met with zombified staff whom I reckon were behaving the way they were due to the fact that it is the graveyard shift. Obviously these zombies do not really think through what they say because this conversation actually happened between me and this particular zombified nurse:
Nurse: What's wrong with you?
Me: I had on and off fever and I coughed out lots of blood earlier on.
Nurse: Did you take your temperature?
Me: No.
Nurse: Then how you know you had fever?
Me: Duh... it's like how I know I need to go shit?
Ok... so I didn't say that to her... but I really wanted to. I mean, you don't need a thermometer to know you are having a fever. Your body naturally lets you know! Boy, was that a classic....
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| Pamela Anderson on politics |
[Nov. 19th, 2008|07:01 pm] |
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I'm embarrassed to say this, but I actually agreed with Pamela Anderson! It may be a little far-fetched but it just might work! Farming hemp to save the world? Remember those swinging 60s when everybody actually seemed really happy and the words "world peace" were all those Americans could say? Well, it's all thanks to good old marijuana! So who's to say that legalizing marijuana might not help usher in the next golden age of America? And castrating child molesters? Brilliant! Brilliant Brilliant! I think Pamela should consider running for presidency in 2012!
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| Blood Ties |
[Nov. 8th, 2008|12:27 pm] |
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 Synopsis
What holds a family together? Is it money, family values, crisis or simply pure love? In this heart-warming comedy, three squabbling siblings are forced to unite when an outsider tries to lay claim on their father's business inheritance; a mother worries that her family is falling apart when her daughters adopt different family values; and a daughter while struggling with her mother's dementia, gets a shocking revelation about her family. Mixing Chinese Opera elements, wacky slapstick action and many endearing moments, Blood Ties is a family show not to be missed! This fiercely original SIM FILM AND PERFORMING ARTS SOCIETY production stars an ensemble cast wholly comprising of student talents from SIM. Come watch! |
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| Yes, we can! |
[Nov. 6th, 2008|01:37 am] |
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| |  ecstatic | ] |
I may not be American, but it doesn't make me any less elated to know that Obama has clinched the presidency. And the fact that Obama is America's first black president makes it all the more sensational... Could there ever be a Latin American president in the future? Perhaps even a Chinese American one? Boy... that'd be the day... Anyway, this has to be perhaps the single most significant political event for my generation. I only started becoming interested in Obama's campaign when he fought against Hillary Clinton to become the Democrat nominee... and since then, I have been enthralled by this enigmatic man. He has brought the message of change not only to the Americans, but also to the entire world. I'm anticipating eagerly the changes he promised... and hopefully somewhere in the future, we can all look back and say yes.... we made the right choice in him. These are truly exciting times... |
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| Ah Beng Fetish |
[Oct. 14th, 2008|10:05 pm] |
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| |  enthralled | ] |
I'm developing this silly crush on this cute ah-bengish chap that I recently got to know while filming. He's not exactly gorgeously cute looking... but he certainly has his charms. Anyway, here's a short film featuring him as an ah beng boss working in a firm that hires supernatural beings. I must say, not only is he talented in film making, he's also a pretty good actor. He reminds me of the Chinese American film maker Wong Fu. Actually, he reminds me more of Christopher Lee. Anyway, I must make a mental note to cast him for my next film.
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| (no subject) |
[Oct. 10th, 2008|04:19 pm] |
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I am not your mouse, Mickey. So don't pay lip service. |
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| I'm such a hypocrite! Hehe.... |
[Aug. 27th, 2008|12:08 am] |
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| |  horny | ] |
OH MY GAWD!
I know I have been pretty much against a three-way relationship when it comes to Big, but I will definitely jump into one with these two hot guys inside the MTV. Haha.. I know, I can be such a hyprocrite sometimes... Well, I guess have a new favourite KTV song to sing now...
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| My Chinese pride |
[Aug. 24th, 2008|11:57 am] |
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| | enthralled | ] |
I was never a fan of the Olympic Games until it finally made its stop in Beijing. Frankly, I'm never a fan of sports, but somehow this year's games managed to keep me captivated, notably track and field, gymastics (eyecandies everywhere!) and swimming (simply exciting to see that green line chasing those swimmers everytime... hehe...). So it was a bittersweet feeling to know that it all ends today. I don't know why, but watching the Beijing Olympics closing ceremony earlier on TV actually made me emotional. It was heartwarming to see those Chinese performers giving their heart and soul to the performance, and what a spectacular performance it was! The Chinese people sure know how to party... and they certainly have every right to. From their 50 gold medal winnings, to the mammoth Olympic structures that they built, and right down to their impeccable organisation of the Games, China has finally shown the world what it is truly capable of. And even though I'm not from China, being Chinese however, is reason enough to make me feel proud. And proud I am to be Chinese. Somehow, I think a part of me will always look to China as the motherland...
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| Ju Ju VS Harem Starters |
[Jul. 29th, 2008|01:53 am] |
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| |  melancholy | ] |
I think it's me. I think by some perverse force of the universe, I am constantly emotionally involved with people whose idea of a relationship is to start their own harems. Mr Shanghai... Mickey... and now Big. These guys in my life are never satisfied with having just one. Just today over dinner, Mickey announced that he had a new addition to his harem, thus bringing his total number of boyfriends to three. It's amazing how those guys are willing to share the same guy, but it's not hard to believe. Mickey is the perfect boyfriend anyone can ask for. Not only is Mickey blessed with exceptional good looks and body, he is also rich and extremely romantic. Every date with him always feels like a Disney movie on steroids. So it’s entirely believable as to why those guys would be so receptive to his special harem arrangements. It would seem that they are willing to do anything just to make sure they get to keep their good catch.
“But I have my principles,” I stated firmly when Mickey asked me why I was unwilling to try for a three-way relationship with Big. And it is all thanks to these principles that I was prevented from doing silly things like breaking off with Big and running off to join Mickey’s or Mr Shanghai's harem, which could have easily happened! Frankly, it is not hard to fall in love with two people, or in my case, three at the same time. But I believe the defining moment comes from the choices you eventually make. For me, I chose to stay on with Big because I believed in my principles. So despite me being head over heels over Mickey and Mr Shanghai, I chose not to act on it.
So if you ask me if I was upset with Big for falling in love with another guy, my answer is no. I am just upset that he chose to make a different decision from mine by wanting to act on this new found love with Jet. That’s all. But then again, he made that choice based on his own set of principles… so who am I to judge someone else’s principles? Besides, I was the one who made the choice of being in a relationship with Big despite knowing from the very start that his view on relationships was as such (though I admit I was banging on the hope that somehow that might change with time). Seems to me, I really have a knack for getting myself involved with harem starters…
As for Mickey, the dinner today was very much a closure for the both of us. As much as I am still crazy about him, I realised that it's totally impossible for us to be together even if we were both single. That's just the way it is... |
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| Hilarious monkey and dog duo |
[Jul. 28th, 2008|04:17 pm] |
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とてもおもしろいい！
Those who fail their sit-up station ought to be ashamed of themselves.... |
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| Mercy |
[Jul. 28th, 2008|02:15 am] |
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| | enthralled | ] |
I love you
but I gotta stay true
my morals got me on my knees
I'm begging please stop playing games
i dont know what this is
cause you got me good
just like you knew you would
i dont know what you do
but you do it well
I'm under your spell
You got me begging you for mercy
why wont you release me
you got me begging you for mercy
why wont you release me
I said release me
Release me please, Big...
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| The Miranda Dilemma |
[Jul. 26th, 2008|10:44 pm] |
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| |  blah | ] |
And so 2 weeks have passed, but the subject on Jet never seemed to go away. Like a shadow that lurks, Jet is never around but always there... no thanks to Big who keeps talking about him every single day. Somehow, Big always manages to find ways and means of inserting Jet into the picture. Whether we are having our meals, watching movies, or preparing to sleep, it's always Jet, Jet and Jet non-stop... so much so that it's as if we are already in a three-way relationship with this invisible Jet guy. If I didn't know any better, I'd believe that this is an actual ploy to psycho me into a three-way relationship... I mean, get the person so used to this invisible third party, and who knows? When the third party actually comes into the picture, it probably wouldn't seem out of place since the person has already been mentally prepped for one in the first place. But, I know my limits. The moment Jet steps into the picture, I know it'll be my time to step down. So why remain with Big now? One may ask. Perhaps it's the false hope that maybe...just maybe... Big's infatuation with Jet would eventually fade with time. But of course, who's to say that there won't be other future Jets around? So, we are back to the same question again. Why remain with Big?
The past two weeks, I thought hard and long about the predicament I was in and I did myself a Miranda list. You know, the one that Miranda did to help her decide whether to meet Steve at the bridge or not. In Big's case, he had a long list of little pros. On the other hand, while his list of cons were extremely short, it was nonetheless significantly substantial. Thus, the dilemma - does one choose to be with the man because of his many small merits that adds up; or does one choose to leave the man because of his one single, but lethal flaw? In the end, I chose with my heart.
And so for now, the journey continues on with Big... but no one knows for sure what the journey ahead would lie. Even I, the author of my own life, would have to patiently wait and find out. |
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| The saga continues... |
[Jul. 9th, 2008|12:31 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | depressed | ] |
Just as I thought that I wouldn’t be blogging anytime soon, Big just gave me something to blog about. Here’s how the story went: Big had just came back from his week-long trip from San Francisco yesterday and I had purposely taken an entire day off to spend some quality time with him. And so we had hot sex; we went out for lunch and movie; and we went to the gym. It was supposed to be a perfect day out together… then came along Jet. Apparently, Big had arranged dinner with Jet, a guy whom he had only gotten to know recently and whom he had only met once before for coffee. Now, this guy Jet cuts a dashing figure. He has boyishly good looks, has a charming personality, has a stable career and a car… in other words, he was a great catch. Throughout the entire dinner, I also couldn’t help but notice how well those two actually got along. The number of inside jokes those two shared were startling, seeing how they only met once. Those two kept teasing each other like they were lovers and I was definitely feeling the odd one out. So it wasn’t my fault when I started reeking of jealously just as we finished our last bite of dessert. On the bus back home with Big, I kept to myself… my mind whirling with all sorts of questions. Did they really only meet once? How come they seem so close to each other? Does Big like Jet? Does Jet like Big? Was the whole dinner a set up by Big to convince me to be in a three-way relationship? I had so many questions but I wasn’t sure if I could handle the answers. Back home, the silence continued all the way until we were comfortably tucked in bed. Then Big’s phone beeped. I rushed to take a peep at his message and saw that it was from Jet. It read something like: “I’m back home. So tired. Took a shower already and ready to sleep too. Good night.” It was a simple non-threatening message. But my alarm bells rang so loud that it deafened me. It was then I broke my silence. “How come he needs to report to you whatever that he is doing? Machiam like your boyfriend like that…” I asked.
Big, as usual, kept his silence… refusing to acknowledge my question. So I continued to bombard him with all the doubts and questions that I had accumulated since dinner with Jet.
“I have this feeling that this whole dinner was a set up! You are thinking that after I meet him, I’d be interested in him enough to want to have a three way relationship with him and you right?
Silence. I continued.
"It's so obvious that you like him and he likes you. So why don't you confess? You are interested in him is it?” Big bit his lips, hesitant to answer, then he said “Yes.” He finally dropped the big bomb. *KABLOOMP* It was like an entire atomic bomb was dropped into my guts, eliminating every vital organ that was keeping me alive. I could barely breathe but still, I went on asking. “So is he interested in you too?” “Yes”. Big dropped my second Hiroshima bomb. At that point of time, I was completely devastated. After all the trials and tribulations that I’ve went through, I thought I was strong. I thought I could overcome everything, but this, I was totally not prepared for. Having sex with another person is one thing, but cheating emotionally on me is a whole new dimension that I’ve yet to venture. When your boyfriend has sex with other people, you can always comfort yourself by saying that after the sex, he will return to you. But when your boyfriend gets emotionally involved with another people, how can one give the same excuse? If he’s interested in someone else already, what’s the likelihood that he will come back to you? That night, all I could think of as I lied on the bed was how beautiful a couple they would make. I started to wonder what my life would be without Big from now on. I started to wonder what sort of decision Big would make. Would he choose to be with me? Or would he decide to go with him? Would I go against my principles and opt for a three way relationship just to have Big stay on with me? The next thing I know, it was already morning and I had barely slept a wink. I was tired, feverish and feeling very, very depressed. If you ask me what I’d do now, I’d probably give you the same reply that Big always gives… Don’t know… |
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| I love my kimchi! |
[Jun. 28th, 2008|10:32 am] |
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| | horny | ] |
Taeyang is my latest kimchi obsession! Check out his ultra hot music video... on a another side note, he does have a haunting resemblence to Willie Chan. Yes... THE Willie Chan. |
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| I ain't no circuit boy material... |
[Jun. 16th, 2008|02:01 am] |
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Princess YW gave me a surprise call earlier in the night announcing his arrival back to Singapore. That fella was actually back a week earlier than scheduled. Apparently, having spent one entire month cooped up in London with, I quote him, "Euro queens", he thought that enough was enough. London's circuit was simply not his cup of tea it would seem. It was obvious that this fella was definitely craving for some teh-c and kopi-o. So it should not come as a surprise that he would actually hit the club immediately after touching down in Singapore. And that was why he called me.
And so there I was on the bed, ready to call it a night when he called to ask me out for clubbing. I hesitated. In fact, I hesitated alot. I mean first of all, I was already feeling all nice and comfy. And secondly, it's been almost 4 months since I last clubbed and that my friend, is like 40 years in gay terms. Frankly, it's difficult to start clubbing again after such a long hiatus. I mean, your body is already so used to sleeping at a certain time. And your body is already so used to not drinking alcohol. And seriously, I was in no mood to socialise at all. But YW, being such a close friend, it was hard to reject him, even more so when he was so looking forward to clubbing again in Singapore. And so, down to Powerhouse it was.
At Powerhouse, even Adrian greeted me with surprise. He obviously knew that I haven't been clubbing for the longest time. In fact, I was even surprised that George hasn't strike me off the VIP list ... heh... love ya George! Anyway, despite my long absence (4 months is seriously long ok!), everything in the club made it seemed like I haven't really been away for long at all! Everywhere I turned to, I see the same crowd... same faces. Yet strangely, I didn't feel one bit at home. Despite the familiarity of it all, I was simply not in sync with everybody else. While everybody else were in the midst of their merry making, all I could do was feel completely alien. I left within an hour.
I'm not sure if it's because of early disillusionment due to the fact that I started clubbing rather early or it was because of my own inadequacy. Or it could very well be both. Sometimes, I do wonder if there is any sense in clubbing every weekend, you know, seeing the same faces but never getting to know them on a more personal, or perhaps intellectual level (unless one counts having sex with them after clubbing as "personal understanding"). I crave for more human connection and that is something that I can not find easily in the club. And then of course, there is my own inadequacy. When you are in the club, it's hard not to compare yourself with the other hunkier or cuter guys who flock in there. You may say that I'm not confident of myself... oh well, I guess I won't deny that cause I am really not confident of myself. There, I said it! And that's is one big reason why I stopped clubbing. It's hard to club when you don't feel good about yourself. Everywhere in the club you see guys with either good looks, good bod or both. As for me, I have a round face, which looks chubby in most angles. I am lanky, with no muscles whatsoever... worse still, I'm flat chested. And friends even say I have child-bearing hips and a butt that can rival J Lo's. In other words, I look exactly like this:
Seriously, I sometimes ask myself why I bother with how other people judge me. Isn't it so superficial? Then I remembered that the gay scene unfortunately thrive on superficiality. Even ugly people are superficial! I'm sure you have come across cases whereby ugly guys demand to know you and when you politely reject their advances, they turn around and call you superficial... but hey, aren't they also superficial? I mean, aren't they trying to know you because you look good in the first place? In fact, I am superficial (and perhaps a little hypocritical) because I even have a category called ugly guys! So there you go, it's not easy being in the gay circle especially when everyone is superficial. So it's down to either plastic surgery or to the psychologist for a cure to my low low self esteem. Or I could always stay at home on Sundays and be happy with the fact that after all the trials and tribulations, I am still with Big (now that is another big story that would require a whole new blog entry)... though it is more likely he will desert me at home while he goes around gallivanting on Sundays. Oh well, whining session over. Peace out.
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| Distant Memories |
[Jun. 8th, 2008|01:59 am] |
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| | melancholy | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Kissing - Sex and the City OST | ] |
He slowly walked to the bed...
with only shadows covering his modesty
The other looked on, anticipating ernestly.
Their skins touched as he lies over the other.
They look at each other, him breathing softly over his face...
For a moment it seemed, time had stood still for them.
The music plays on gently, the candlelight dances.
They kissed.
Passionately.
Like there was no tomorrow.
Like tonight would be their last night together.
They kept on kissing, occasionally gasping for air before plunging in again into the throes of passion.
He moved his lips all over the other's body.
The other moaned in pleasure.
Forgetting for a moment who he was and the predicament he was in.
For now, he can only remember the sensation of him ravaging his body.
For now, he belonged to him.
In the soft white sheets they wrestled.
Each desiring for a taste of each other's flesh.
And when they were finally ready, he slipped it in.
The two moaned as they felt every sensation of their physical connection.
And to the slow rhythm of the music, he thrusted.
Slowly, so that the other can feel him.
Every inch of him.
The other receives in acceptance as he clings on tighter to his muscular body.
Slowly but surely, each thrust turns faster and harder
Each filled with even more urgency to please.
In the midst of the night...
Two bodies gyrate against each other's...
Each deriving pleasure from each other.
Each knowing that that night may be their very last...
For Mickey... |
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| SATCed |
[May. 29th, 2008|01:22 am] |
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I just came back from watching Sex and the City and I'm completely, in SATC talk, literally "carried" away! This movie is fucking fabulous. Will blog more about it tomorrow...
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