I was trying my best to flag a cab down this morning when due to my superb luck, I caught sight of this guy wanking for all the world to see. He was walking across a patch of grass that's right in front of the main road, teeny dick (cos I cldn't see his birdie in between the short, furious jerks) out of his berms, windbreaker flapping gently in the wind. I was initially thinking it's odd that he's not wearing a t-shirt under his windbreaker, before I noticed his engagement in his... activity.

Weird thing is, I wasn't even shocked. Disgusted, yes, especially since he was looking at me, but all I experienced was mild surprise, which I dealt with by rolling my eyes up to the heavens, and concentrating on my taxi-grabbing.

Aaanyways. It's the weekend again. My tasks wld be to finalise the cake (decided to ask my sister to bake it, and she's says she will!), scout for mine and Jay's footwear, get some make-up to experiment with (I'm doing my own make-up cos honestly, I do not want to look like I'm gonna perform on stage. children will burst into tears if I go near them), and possibly, purchase new undergarments. I need new jeans on account of my weight loss (slight, but am still losing kgs) but I shall get some next month, probably. So much to pay for this October! Bleurgh.

Dinner with Renee, Sunday night! She's only here for a week before heading back to New Zealand. She wants yummy local food, so I need to ask you guys this; where wld you go if your tongue has died eating fish and chips and lamb chops and you wanna shock it back to life?

I wanna take up philosophy! Not to go into a related career, but just, to feed my thoughts. Doing some reading up on my own has led me to realise that all those philosophical theories are quite complex, but very very interesting. Pretty understandable, once you really jump your mind into them. But then again, who am I to say? I'm only scratching the smallest part of the surface with wikipedia. WAHAHA.

Aren't we a very curious and inventive lot? From being cave ppl, we've come a tremendously long way. Billions and gazillions of theories, proven facts, tools, formulae, laws, productions, etc, etc, etc. And the world isn't even destroyed yet, so there's time for more. Exciting in a scary way, isn't it?

Oooooorgh. I am sooo sick of being the nice guy. Keeping the majority of my negative views to myself and voicing only the positives have been getting to me the past couple of years. Sure, it makes me more sweet-natured, non-judgemental and therefore, probably more likable. But honestly, who cares?

I don't judge ppl much mainly due to the fact that I don't bother doing it and being achingly far from perfect myself, it's not my place to judge, but god, some ppl are just itching to be bitched about. And to be cautious around. How can one not form a bad opinion of them or part of their character when it's in your face? Irritants.

Irritants!

Well ok, some aren't irritants. Good ppl with nauseating habits. Not physically nauseating, but mentally.. or emotionally? You get the idea. A couple of the better bunch are my closer friends, which makes it harder to be wholly honest to them, and that sucks.

So, I'm done keeping mum. Done being accepting, tolerant and so very understanding. Cos really, sometimes I don't get which retarded devil possesses them. And when that devil gets hold of ppl I love, it's nvr good for anyone. Just gets sucky and suckier, stopping right before suckiest cos that's when enlightenment gets magically attained.

Sucks that I do the I-don't-care bit very well, but often get bitten in the ass of my conscience.

Next time you're gonna do something stupid, I'm gonna let you know exactly what that'll make you. No way I'm gonna just nod and turn arnd. I'm gonna stay and try wake you up.

I didn't fall in love with the first gown I saw, but I did feel my heart do a happy little dance when I stepped into the second.

It. Is. Beautiful. *sighs*

... OMG. I HAVE A GOWN!!!

My gown my gown my gown my gown my gown my gown my gown my gown my gown my gown my gown my gown my gown my gown my gown my gown my gown my gown my gown my gown my gown my gown my gown my gown my gown my gown my gown my gown my gown!!!!

You do NOT know how happy I am! We didn't even have to search for long, y'know? Jay and I were on our way to Far East when we passed by this bridal store near Arab St. So we did a u-turn and decided to give it a try since we had to start our hunt somewhere. An hour (or less?) later, he's paying the deposit for a suit and gown. :-D

I absolutely cannot wait to see my gown again. It's thick, off-white satin, full-skirted with embroidered lace. Oh oh, the button-up is studded with pearls, just like a classic wedding dress. While Jay was trying on his suit, I was holding my gown to my body, swaying and watching the dreamy-eyed girl in the mirror. I felt bliss, and that's when I knew I had to get it. I didn't care that I'd not seen enough gowns to sensibly decide, cos that gown was properly and obviously mine.

Ofcos, the fact that it's of an extremely reasonable price was a deciding factor. :-D

Oh! I suppose I shld talk abt Jay's suit. I know noone gives a flying bat's tail abt how the groom looks (unless you're his gay best friend), but being his wife-to-be, I shld give him importance, which means I MUST let you know of his fashion choices for our R.O.M. Off-white coat and pants to match. We've to get him a good cotton shirt in pure white, and light brown shoes (shiny, and I mean it, Mister!!)

Next up, invites. They're gonna be adorable and quite unique. Very personal too, cos they'll all be done by the both of us. You can now look forward to receiving them!

On an entirely different note, I'm gonna see Russell Peters live!! Like Sindhu said earlier, November '08 seems to be a pretty good month. :-D

Alright I know my Bali post isn't up yet, so I have no business blogging unless I have an explanation. My explanation is, I can only access the net at the office cos my sister's connection is down! And I'm sure we all know that skiving is not good; therefore, I can't possibly blog at work.

What a hypocrite. I'm at work now!

If you're on my Facebook, see the album titled 'Bali!'. If you're not on my Facebook, add me! I'd love to make new friends.

Mmm. That probably applies to absolutely no reader of mine. I think all my visitors are ppl I know, since my hits are only so-so and navigational tracking records are tremendously boring. I kiiiinda miss those weirdo-attacks way back in like... 2005 or 6. WHOA. I've been blogging since Dec 2003. That makes it almost 5 yrs! Got to celebrate. Maybe I'll get me a cupcake and stick a candle in it. Maybe get a new blog skin too. And a bikini.

I've a busy weekend ahead. Gown search with twinnie tmr! If you have any places to suggest, PLEASE let me know soon before I fall in love with the first decent gown I see!

BACK!!!!!!!!!

I have so much to tell, and so many pictures to show you. Let me be done editing them, and you'll have a visual feast cos Bali is so so gorgeous. Here's a peak.


One of my favourite snaps.




Goofing at the hotel bar.


Hard Rock!

I'm gonna see Jay now, so toooooodles!

Have you been to Bali? If you've not, I've this to say to you: HA!

And if you have: Are manicures and pedicures good there?

I'll be off coming Thursday morning, and'll be back few hours into Monday. Needless to say, I. AM. SO. EXCITED! Oh, what makes it even more exciting is the fact that it's an all-expenses-paid-by-the-company trip. Well, all expenses except for dinner on the 14th, which I don't get. No need to pay for absolutely every other meal and tour and hike, but we're on our own for one dinner. Might as well take care of that too, right? I'm not complaining, cos it's just a meal, but it sure doesn't make much sense.

Sidenote to self: I need drawstring pants that fit my momma of an ass.

We're gonna get the boss drunk and watch him dance! I hope I don't get forced to dance with him like this colleague of mine was last yr. I'm very obviously the least outdoor-ish person in the company, which makes me an easy (and entertaining) target for bullying. Bleaurgh.

Sidenote to self: Must get a bottle of SPF15 Olay Total Effects.

My brother-in-law asked me that day, mid-convo, "Eh how come your face so dark?"

=(

Does working near the sea affect one's complexion? Maybe it's time I found another job. One that'll keep me shaded from the sun and away from sea air, allowing me to look pale and sunken under fluorescent lights.

Don't get me wrong; black is beautiful, like white and brown are. My personal preference for myself is a lighter shade of brown cos I think that's what suits me best. But come to think of it, it's not that important anyway. Healthy skin's good enough.

Sidenote to self: I can pick up my good friend Al Cohol when I return next Monday! He'll be in a good mood, cos he'll be free from duty! *nudges and winks*

Hey, does anyone know a place in Singapore that sells or rents out vintage gowns?