12 Days of Christmas

I have always wondered about the 12 days of Christmas and thought that it ended on Christmas day. But of course, 'that was the most misunderstood part of the church year among Christians who are not part of liturgical church traditions'. Not that I'm pious or anything, but i decided to do some googling and lo and behold, excellent elaborations on the 12 days.


The 12 days of Christmas actually starts on Christmas evening itself and lasts up to a day called Epiphany on the morn of January 6th. This period is called Christmastide. As centuries pass and time changes, the actual traditions, interpretations and time frame have been changed (fucked with) by the different churches and sects of of Christianity.


Here is a more general view of the event; and

Here has more in depth details from a religious perspective; which i find intriguing.


Now, thanks to the extra G.K, I shall continue spreading the Christmas cheer beyond the 25th and carry on with my spendthrift ways of the holidays till January the 6th. Yippees~

~Remember to kiss under mistletoes~

kriss kringle

if you have noticed, i have nicely decorated my blog to spread the christmas cheer:) i personally love my pimped out profile picture! took me awhile to get use to the new software i purposely got since my paintshop failed me for the last time.

anyhoo, let me share with you a story for the coming festive that i have encountered not too long ago. there was a lovely gathering amogst friends, both old and new in a neighbourhood club. There was a date-inaccurate mardi gras event, which was unfortunate but enjoyable non the less. *Fun Fact: Mardi Gras usually takes place exactly 46 days before easter.* hired dancers dressed in various costumes entertained the crowd and since christmas is around the corner, santa and his santarina girls were also present. I was once a santarina, but that's a story for another time.

Moving on, we were kindly placed in the VIP area together with the manager of these talents. As the dancers visited the booth I was surprised with the lovely presence of our dear old St Nick (dude in costume) and his mardi gras friends. I was sitting down with my drink and really enjoying the burst of glow sticks, colours and sequin glitters that brigthened up the booth. When suddenly, santa came forward, placed a long-ish pole thing behind my neck, and proceeded to give me a lap-dance. Yes, i always wanted to one day be entertained with a lap dance. However, i did not expected it to come in this form;

Yes, the impostor, who ruined my image of jolly St Nick, was unfortunately, accurate in size. this is going to be the one time i regret accuracy. It was quite memorable as his paper filled fake belly was attempting to reconstruct my face while his baggy red pants occupied by what seemed like skinny legs crashed against mine. *looks upon the heavens* Dear God, this is NOT what i meant when i said i would like a lap dance that you would approve!!

Well, at least it's somewhat the spirit of x-mas. Ha! 'X'-mas indeed. Maybe next time, if ever this was too happen again, something in this direction would less likely shock me to death;


May you have a pleasent christmas!

running away

I've just reminisce about a chat i had with effa about dreams some time ago. I forgot how the conversation went there but it started leaning towards nightmares, and here are a couple nightmares I remember;

Nightmare 1
Age: 6-ish

I was amongst elves (in the image and colours of peter pan, some even had capes) in the night somewhere in the outskirts of a small english-ish town. We were planning to get to somewhere and our route crossed a farm-like area. I dont really remember the exact details but we had to run across the street without being spotted by a mean farmer who were out to shoot us with his shotgun. (Be informed i had, and still have a vivid imagination). So we started running, one by one to a safe spot beyond the back doors of the house. It came to my turn to run and then, pow! i got shot in the head. I actually remember feeling warm liquid dripping from my face. My elf friends managed to lift my head in dismay. This was when i realised they were all wearing peter pan's pointed hat, in various colours, ofcourse. Then as i died, i woke up. And i found that my mom turned the fan off and i was sweating, which explains the blood trickling sensation. It was pretty scary for a pre-schooler to dream of dying in that manner, i suppose. Thus qualifying this to be banked in my memory as a nightmare forever.

NIghtmare 2
Age: various points in my life

Since this nightmare happened multiple times revolving around a main pattern, i shall cut out the details. The main point was that i was going to be murdered with a sharp object (most often, stabbed by a knife) by a collection of dark phantoms, a doll and unknown creepy men. This ofcourse resulted in my attempt to outrun them or at least stay alive long enough till i'm rescued by my awakening. Main pattern, running. Away.

Soon after that, i got too old to be afraid of dying and scary looking monstrosities. I actually became a fan of scaring myself with horror books and movies just for fun. So i stopped having nightmares but i continued storing memories of unusual dreams under 'Weird Dreams'.

But there is a similarity in my previous nightmares involving the 'running away' activity. Effa thinks i may be running away from something. I, however, now doubt if i have anything really important to run away from at age 6, besides monsters. In my early teens, yeah, running away was a fad. Currently, it's definitely possible that i want to be not associated with something but i do detest 'running away'. It's quite, shall we say, cowardly. Not that i'm the bravest person in the world, but i think it's best to face things head on. Maybe i'm not entirely practicing what i preach. Hmm, there's a mission right there.

When I Grow Up

when i grow up, i wanna be just like her~~~










Abang Jay's professionally enhanced version of what i may look like when i'm aaaallllll grown up. Haha..really really nice work!

For more of Jay's fabulous photography work, do check out,

http://www.flickr.com/jayphotography

Alrighty, back to work.

flu bug

Dear people around me,

I have once again been infected with the all-annoying-allegedly-conspired-to-be-deemed-cureless-by-pharmaceuticals-as-the-
economic-impact-is-like-goddamn-huge influenza. Btw, that's $10 billion in the US annually,to be exact. Fun fact for the day, dont you say?

No but seriously, the flu's in my face again this week as if last week's flu-attack was a little to mild. Accompanied with cough and sore throat but i'm going to pick just on flu today. And i'm sick of being sick! Drugs aint working as fast as i want them to! And it's making me moody and i'ma bitch about it till the cows come home! Oh and the mentioned conspiracy theory was politely informed to me by my doctor earlier this year. I don't know, maybe the medicine practice advanced within the year and eradicated the common cold, though i highly doubt it. Somebody needs to tell me these things if they happen.

My memory, reflexes and senses (both common and uncommon) has been messed with due to the little-pink-flu-pill that knocks me out cold after consumption. I dont remember that name anymore (thanks to the pills) but it sorta works better than the un-drowsy-fying clarinase, for me at least. However, since i dont take them 3 times a day like i'm supposed to, due to interferences with productivity levels, it's probably gonna take 2-3 times longer for me to get better.

sigh.

ok i'm tired, that's enought ranting for the day. Now i'm gonna have a cocktail of little round things that's suppose to make me all better.

ps: pls excuze me if i seem aloof or cranky for awhile. ciao

the blues

recently i was attending a local movie launch at menara celcom where celcom was obvoiusly one of the main sponsors for the movie. Naturally, things had to be in blue, you know, to make things a lil flashy. here's the few things we found blue;

The screen,

The food,

Incidentally, your's truly and Yuri's drink.

And after that, Effa brought be to the Ibero American Film Festival where they we're screening a spanish movie (A Titan In The Ring/ Un Titan en el Ring) that apparently inspired Nacho Libre though the moods were definitely in different directions. 'A Titan in the Ring' was more of a insightfully melancholic movie portraying the lifestyle in a small village of South America. At least they had good food and wine after the movie to lift spirits:)

The hall,

Sam popped by too,

The kind and tolerent Effa:)

We then went to have a coffee in KLCC where sam and i found something to do that showed how sober-ness is not really affected by alcohol levels,

Nice pose Sam, aha!

So that was my eventful week. Had a quiet weekend and I will be meeting Effa again for another screening tomorrow. Stay tuned~

* Pics courtesy from Effa.

uber CUTE video of ze day~

the accompanying song is hilarious!
Enjoy~

fish food

hello world. how was your weekend? Me? Mine was good. I was away having excellent home-cooked Indian food all weekend due to the festival of lights:)

Last thursday i decided to give my older brother (kor) a bitrhday treat. A friend informed me about this wonderful spa with a special attraction in all-new Pavilion; Feeding the fishes with your feet, literally! It's this place where you soak your legs from knee down into a pond-like place and this little fishies will come nibbling away all the dead skin cells while promoting blood circulation! That's what the receptionist said anyways. It was really ticklish at first and they were kind enough to provide me with towels to bury my face and muffling my shrieks. All in all, a great experience. Kor enjoyed it, so that was a success. We decided to treat our parents in the spa this coming Xmas:)

Excuze my blurry photos, i didnt have the camera with me so i used my cell.

Cheerio!

My feet becoming fish food!

Kor's feet. The fishies seem to like him better.

IN love WITH love

Just last saturday i was watching my friend's loaned "Amazing Stories" DVDs by Steven Spielberg. When i came to the 'Guilt Trip' episode, i was sure i've seen this a long long time ago in a forgotten place. Or easier said, i forgot la when and where exactly i watched this. But definitely a long long time ago.

Just so happened that i wanted to write something inspired by that particular episode before my memory of it was pleasently refreshed. The episode was about the various emotions of mankind taking form of human beings and going around completing their jobs, quite vocal about it too. And in this scene we have our round and jolly Guilt with a striking resemblance to the late Pavarotti and Love, a confident attractive lady with dirty-blonde hair. I am guessing this scene was set in the late 80s or early 90s so you should let your fashion visualizations be more, em, yuppie-like, i suppose.

So the story goes, Guilt falls in love with Love but Love doubts Guilt loves her as an individual. Guilt may have just fallen in love with the act of loving itself intstead of our Miss Love. Do take a few moments to digest that sentence please. It's no use continuing to read if you didn't get that. *** So then, i just had to reflect my previous relationships to analyze if i may have developed the same syndrome as Mr. Guilt.

It is a known fact, at least for me, that i always thought i've had this 'bad-boy' syndrome (to be refered as BBS from this point). You know, where some women find some exciting attraction to 'bad-boys' for their dangerously rebellious attitudes, so to speak. So, i tried to remember (it's not as bad as it sounds) past experiences with old boyfriends and how i really felt. I have a feeling that this BBS has a slightly deeper reason than just, "exciting attraction for dangerously rebellious attitudes" or worse, for fun. I considered the Guilt syndrome, where loving someone, particularly someone perhaps a little more difficult to love, gives one a sense of twisted deed made for conquest. Yes, i suppose it sounds horrible at first. Then, the attempt of justification for the beneficial-half of the relationship helps sugar-coat the bitterness, for a while. Oh God, i feel a little disgusted with myself. I cannot, however, deny that while i did not notice at that point, may have just let that happen before. Well, at least i understand now. *Sigh*

Good to say that had passed and i shan't be allowing that to happen anymore. I do want to keep my intentions as genuine as possible, especially with Love and Guilt going off making unfatomable babies.

S&J TVC "Surprise!" FULL VERSION

Halloween in town

You know, it's not so common for locals to dress up on Halloween night even at parties in town. Fortunately for me i had two buddies who we're hyped up enough to dress up with me and head out to Laundry for to party! wohooo~ i was the maestro makeup artist for the event, and just so if you cant figure out who we were suppose to be, here's a hint;

Vampire schoolgirl (my fangs come out only during feeding time and obviously i had my fill, thanks) and Morticia Addams (sporting a short hair-do) from Adam's family.

The Crow and the Werewolf/Hairy Man/santa with a bad dye-job/Osama

The gang with Freddy Krueger!

The Baby Gorilla, or maybe a smaller version of Bollo from Mighty Boosh. Ha!

The guys with an anchor man!

Quite a number of people actually dressed up for the night and we had a decent time, despite Osama acting like a b*tch on heat while terrorising the dancefloor. Hahaha, nola.. you know i sayang you right?

Anyways, for more pics you should check out The Crow's facebook album over here!

sober october

finally after all these years of waiting to plan, i finally had a great 21st birthday party! wohhoo~ i wanna thank everyone who actually came (eyes narrowing those who ffk me), we had quite alot of fun just chillin and dancing towards the end of the night, didnt we?

The place was lovely, the music was right (my selection ofcourse) and the people were great. Honestly, i actually was a lil low in spirit early that day because quite a number of my friends were either going to another party or simply giving me some vague reason. I suppose it was a competetive night seeing the global gathering was taking place in Malacca and it was the weekend before Haloween and also the Oktoberfest thing.b But to my pleasent surprise, it turned out really well for me :D I may have been too sober for my liking but still, i had fun! Pics available on my facebook.

Oh and btw, the latest tv ad i featured in is out! and it's really really sweet! it's on my director's facebook right now but when i get a copy i'll upload it here. check it out~

http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=19527367392

here's a laugh

During work i stumbled upon something quite funny. And coming from me, believe me it's quite funny. It's the Top 10 Dumbest Celebrity Quote. President Bush's quote probably made them label him now as just a 'celebrity'. Those poor, poor darlings. haha!


Here it is;
http://www.mrsockmonkey.com/topics/Dumbest-Celebrity-Quotes/?iref=topnews

monday photo uploads

okay so i've decided to have a little photo upload day on my blog on, as expected, whatever whim i may have during that particular time of post. So, proudly presenting to you, our first monday photo upload of the blog!

Guess who??

pardon me for the technical difficulties

As most of you may have experience, this site has been undergoing some technical difficulties for a while now with the template or CSS codes.

Please bear with me, i am still figuring out how to stabilize the template for everyone's comfort. Meanwhile, if anyone may have any idea how to help me, please do leave a comment or email me. Thanks

Blog Warming

Hola!

Inspite of a new blog warming, today seemed like a day for updates on semi-private life as promised in my old blog^_^

let's see..still in love with the same person, still best friends with the same person, still uses the same e-greeting card brand, still within the same compound, still has the same family, still has the same cat, still loves the beach, still cranky in the mornings, actually not so much anymore.. but yeah, those are probably the things that are still the same with me..the rest are whimsically changing from day to day..

i know i make decisions based on my fluctuating mood, and believe me, fluctuate is quite the right word to use, but i am not un-determined with certain things.. i do admit not with all things, but definitely with particular things that are important to me despite the magnitude. i may be whimsical with most trivial things and may even seem indecisive from time to time, but i find myself strong-willed with certain things. do not be anal and mistake this as a self-proclamation or in plainer words, 'muka tak malu puji diri-sendiri'. think of it as self-appraisal or self-evaluation at a certain level.i since the beginning of writing this blog, i came to realise something.

this took place after remembering a series of events that happened not too long ago. so, everyone who reads should know about the documentary-made-into-a-book titled 'The Secret'. and i have always wondered about that book and made several mental notes to get my hands on it. however, i did not care much for self-help books as i am a little too stubborn to let a book change my perception about things especially philosophies. and then one day when i came across that book with Kuhan, i said;

"Ah,i always wanted to read that book. Apparently it's got some really good reviews. What's it about though?"

Kuhan replied, "Yeah, it's really good. It's about a way that helps you to achieve your dreams and so forth."

"So...it's a self-help book then? I think they're dumb la. If a mere book can actually change your perceptions of life, you probably didn't have a strong opinion on your own direction in life to begin with anyways. I can actually learn more from novels. Do you really think this book will actually help me?" I stiffly asked.

And the conversation melted into another unrelated topic though most probably related to what we're going to eat, again.

***

Then came another visit to the bookstore and the same questions were mentioned. This time, it went on like this;

" Well, you should try reading it first though. But I think you'd probably think it's dumb or something"

"Dumb? Why would I think it's dumb if it's as good as it's reviews?" I had completely forgotten I once related 'The Secret' as a self-help book and apparently so did Kuhan.

"Because you wouldn't be able let it, you know, guide you. It's a book that works only if you are willing to change how you think in life." Kuhan replied.

" Change how I think in life? How exactly?" my eyebrows raised instinctively.

" You have to start thinking positively in everything you do,for one." Kuhan said quite simply.

"Riiiggghhhttt. Like I've never heard that before."

"Told you you'd find it dumb."

***

and so, i was squeezing ponders about this in my head when i am able to and came to realise something. Books started off as a a translation of thoughts into writings and/or drawings, mostly to do with information. They are used to store what the mind may fail to remember in the future. Then slowly, books were made to educate as it was more timeless-ly dense in information than a mere mortals' brain could ever be. It could be the joined brain power of the most intelligent people in the world, enough to plan and execute world domination/destruction in 24 hours. How then can a book ever be dumb? How was that possible allowed? When a page could be filled with information far beyond the human brain, how, then, should one book be more informative than the other?

Then i knew, that it was never about the quality of the book, but the reader's own brain capacity that either allowed the inevitable transfer of knowledge from book to mind or to allow ignorance to self-satisfy. I was sadly mistaken, to think i was above books, above any book, any source of precious information denied from me due to my ignorance. I over-indulged in my own sense of creativity that anything wordy was deemed less informative than sound, than colour, than touch, than experience. On the bright side, this only enforces my philosophy of balance.

Undoubtedly, I have much to discover, much more to live. I may often be impatient to take on the world, but every step ahead is an achievement to me.