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.