Valentine and the Golden Pig

Crooning on my STEREO: Stop! Dimentica by TIZIANO FERRO

Hello Frog Prince,



THANK YOU FOR BEING MY VALENTINE '07

You were inexpensive, low maintenance and highly exclusive.

So let me tell you something.

On Valentine's Day. While strutting towards Ceylon Hill in my drunken stupor. I just HAD to bump into a certain prick.

Take a wild guess and click on the link below
READ THIS PATRONISING ARTICLE WHICH WAS ON THE NEWSIE TODAY

Scroll down the article. And you will see this:-
"It was THE GIRL from the office next door who suggested that he should audition..."

So...... WHO IS THIS GIRL? Your mak-cik from next door issit?

BATANG JAHANAM KONEK CIPAP PUKI MELANCAP

Okay, I will leave the full story with my closest friends. No point of me launching the Armada against a puny Z-list celebrity.
That aside.
CNY was a blast. Red Packets were a blast. Singapore was a blast.

Ooops. Did I say Singapore? Sorry. I didn't look anyone up when I was there...

Sorry... sorry... sorry.......

2007: Bitches & Revelations

Crooning on my STEREO: Littlelest Things by LILY ALLEN

2007 is such a bitch. A BIG FAT ONE, that is. Even my friends agree. I am turning into a big fat bitch too. Thats because karma is a big-ass bitch.

WARNING: Quarter Life Crisis is sinking in.

Let's face it, we are all getting old. ALL OF US. Including your 3 month old brother.

Ageing is not necessarily a bad thing. Though it is never possible to halt your biological clock, some of us tend to look better when we are older.

This picture appeared in the national newsie approx 5 years ago. (Boh Sia, minta maaf tapi jangan bunuh saya.)


Can you spot every one of us below in the above? (Clue: Syat had lovely hair then...)


I am so glad that we look the way we do now. The only crappy thing is that I haven't lost much weight nor enhanced my pulling power since. The only improved formula has got to be my hair.

THIS YEAR, I AM GOING LOCAL.

I've been whingeing too much over Europe and I reckon that it is time to prove that I am of true Chinese Malaysian blood. While every other compatriot is heading to China to learn Mandarin, I am going to IMPROVE MY MALAY BIG TIME. I want to be Melayu by the end of the year. Slut, Trish and Meera are probably falling off their chairs at this point.

HANGAT!!!!!!!! B*TA*G DAN C*PAP!?!?!!?!?

Someone commented that my Cantonese has improved over the past year. That is so truly wicked because I can start dabbling in random Mandarin to impress Wang Lee Hom. Or I can start listening to Jay whats-his-name.

Last week, I was in Penang. It kicked ass because that was the first time I stepped onto a beach since September 2006.

MALAYSIA DOES HAVE VERY DECENT BEACHES. THAT'S IF THE FRIGGING CLOUDS FUG OFF. What happened to those days when we had blue skies that could put the Mediterranean to shame? Blame those forest fires which considerably never stops combusting. Ever heard of The Good Neighbour?

To prolong my sanity in this urban decay, I have a resolution to travel to a local beach every month. I need to feel that I am no longer a stranger in this country that has been such a bitch to me.

I need to see more of life outside of Kuala Lumpur.

Perhaps, this year, I will be a better person. And god's sake I need more acting jobs to sustain my forsaken passion. I am sick of seeing those pseudo caucasians on local telly.

As of tommorrow, I am back in my 12 hour corporate job which will strip me of any time nor inspiration to blog. Thats why this is such a long ass post.

The good thing is that I will be somewhat richer than I used to be.

And that also means that I could return to Italia soon. :)

Life aint that bitchy....