I totally merlioned today at the client's place. The room makes me sick. My nose went mad first before my stomach sent signals to head kinda like so:
"omg. Stupid room. Ya know what? The chicken noodles aren't holding well. Think the throat will be really pissed if you don't go to the toilet now. come along now, little girl. Off to the toilet."
So I very calmly went to the toilet. Thought of the iconic singapore figure. Voila.
I hate the place. I sooooo hate the place. The last time I merlioned was in 2006. disgusting. Never again. Never never again.
on a lighter and more vacation note due to the scorching sun that makes me wish i was by the beaches and just tanning. came up with this while OD-ing on "I'm Yours" by Jason Mraz. Yea, i got Mr A-Z's new album. ukelele galore~
Promises
Hear the gentle sway of the summer breeze
We'll escape into the laziness of the monday afternoon
We'll find a spot to do nothing at all
And steal a gaze from the secret stranger sitting there
Let the shining sun stroke a tan into your skin
Wave to random people on streets we don't know names of
I'll take your hand and we'll go for a spin
Down the boardwalks of beaches unfamiliar to us before
Maybe we'll find a corner to hide away
Maybe i'll steal a kiss from you or two
Maybe we'll fall in madly in love
Whatever happens, whichever sunset we run to
Don't worry, everything will be fine
Hold me tight and take the cares from my mind
Make me promises that you would have never said to me
We'll take chances of living on the edge
Throw caution to the wind and forget the world surrounding us
I won't think about the troubles that tomorrow might bring us wherever we go
Just take a breather and you'll see, dear, nothing really matters anyway
Maybe we'll find a corner to hide away
Maybe i'll steal a kiss from you or two
Maybe we'll fall in madly in love
Whatever happens, whichever sunset we run to
Don't worry, everything will be fine
Thursday, May 22, 2008
Monday, May 19, 2008
yesterday was my parents' wedding aniversary. as with every year, we headed out for dinner. buffet as usual. and the same story came out as with every year.
one year, we went to ANA hotel (now defunct) for their buffet dinner. it was quite a spread. i just remember eating a lot. but definitely not as much as my bro. when i was returning to the table with my desserts, i saw him running to the toilet, leaving a pale green thread behind.
full story? the idiot ate a bit too much. after scoffing his face and pushing the limit, he throws up. my poor older sister sitting opposite panicks and shoves my dad's coffee cup to him. riiight.. that's gonna contain the whole night's intake of carving station and oysters???
so after he filled up the cup, he automatically merlioned onto the lovely maroon carpet of the hotel, the poor restaurant manager staring at him helplessly. then he ran off, leaving a trail this time.
when he was tearing out of the restaurant to find solace in the toilet bowl, that was when he passed by me. in his full glory of pale green face to match his dinky little yellow bowtie and short sleeved green and white striped shirt.
as if it wasn't enough, he returned to the table, called over the restaurant manager... and ordered a chocolate milkshake.
upon the account of the story again, we laughed 'til we cried. this story is cemented in history, i tell you.
on the other hand.. just heard jason mraz's "i'm yours". is there any wonder why he's one of my fave singers?
makes me just wanna pack up my bags, jump onto the first flight out of singapore to the blushing sands of Pink Sands Beach, Bahamas. to lie on the sands, get a tan with the sounds of Mr A to Z and Mr Johnson serenading me to oblivion.
or to find me a man to drive me down Barbados or Rio de Janeiro along the sea in a jeep, wind in the hair, nary a care in the world. prefably someone like Mraz who looks like great fun to chill with over a beer or a good rum cocktail and is easy on the eyes too.
think it's the hot summer sun that's driving me quite mad. stupid hot weather.
Monday, May 12, 2008
we won!! we freaking won!!
so much for the replica cup at stanford bridge. we won!!
as the cup was lifted and kissed and bubbly was splashed on everyone, i was looking out for one lone figure. to be honest, my heart dropped when he was not in sight.
then i saw him. he lifted the cup to the delight of the media. then he shyly dropped it, as if wondering how deserving he was to lift the cup. but the team pushed it to him and cheered, punching the air as he lifted it one more time.
he never touched the ball all season. i miss seeing him on the pitch, commanding the team and just being a presence. batch of '92. now capt. he's come a long way for the team. i was squealing his name like a silly sch girl. inside, i was ready to burst into tears.
really reminiscent of how he lifted it side by side with giggsy last year.
of course, when you think about it, it's just the EPL cup. it's nearly been 10 years since the three cups were lifted. the treble of 98/99. the amazing build-up of the team that i've watched since '95 and adored since '96.
for obvious reasons, naturally. let's review this. buying Barthez after world cup when France won. buying Nistelrooy when he was injured. guess who's in the hall of fame? with a goal ratio of 0.75, Nistelrooy proved his worth. my fave player when he reigned the pitch.
the unconventional methods of managing teams worked for the red devils. from the busby babies like Duncan Edwards, Bobby Charlton and George Best to the class of '92 like Becks, Butt, Scholes and the Neville bros. people thought it wld be a huge mistake on Matt Busby's and Sir Fergerson's part respectively. awesome stuff.
no complacency though. chelsea is hungry, smitting from salt in wounds. they will be back. they will be a tough team to beat. and no home team advantage to any at moscow. feared-by-the-blues-loved-by-the-reds team? fingers crossed. i'm just looking forward to next season, hoping for my fave member of the class of '92 will be back and ready to kick ass. i mean, ball.
This could be the year to celebrate and cheer
Pitch
Bench and terraces
We're all wanting the same thing
If you believe in us we won't betray that trust
Through the streets of Manchester
You're gonna hear the people sing
This could be the team to achieve the dream
We got nothing to prove but we want it all the same
United we are
Already come so far
We will not rest until the whole world knows our name
Gonna lift it high
Our only limit is the sky 'cause through the triumph and the grief
It's all about belief
- "Lift It High" - Manchester United 97/98
so much for the replica cup at stanford bridge. we won!!
as the cup was lifted and kissed and bubbly was splashed on everyone, i was looking out for one lone figure. to be honest, my heart dropped when he was not in sight.
then i saw him. he lifted the cup to the delight of the media. then he shyly dropped it, as if wondering how deserving he was to lift the cup. but the team pushed it to him and cheered, punching the air as he lifted it one more time.
he never touched the ball all season. i miss seeing him on the pitch, commanding the team and just being a presence. batch of '92. now capt. he's come a long way for the team. i was squealing his name like a silly sch girl. inside, i was ready to burst into tears.
really reminiscent of how he lifted it side by side with giggsy last year.
of course, when you think about it, it's just the EPL cup. it's nearly been 10 years since the three cups were lifted. the treble of 98/99. the amazing build-up of the team that i've watched since '95 and adored since '96.
for obvious reasons, naturally. let's review this. buying Barthez after world cup when France won. buying Nistelrooy when he was injured. guess who's in the hall of fame? with a goal ratio of 0.75, Nistelrooy proved his worth. my fave player when he reigned the pitch.
the unconventional methods of managing teams worked for the red devils. from the busby babies like Duncan Edwards, Bobby Charlton and George Best to the class of '92 like Becks, Butt, Scholes and the Neville bros. people thought it wld be a huge mistake on Matt Busby's and Sir Fergerson's part respectively. awesome stuff.
no complacency though. chelsea is hungry, smitting from salt in wounds. they will be back. they will be a tough team to beat. and no home team advantage to any at moscow. feared-by-the-blues-loved-by-the-reds team? fingers crossed. i'm just looking forward to next season, hoping for my fave member of the class of '92 will be back and ready to kick ass. i mean, ball.
This could be the year to celebrate and cheer
Pitch
Bench and terraces
We're all wanting the same thing
If you believe in us we won't betray that trust
Through the streets of Manchester
You're gonna hear the people sing
This could be the team to achieve the dream
We got nothing to prove but we want it all the same
United we are
Already come so far
We will not rest until the whole world knows our name
Gonna lift it high
Our only limit is the sky 'cause through the triumph and the grief
It's all about belief
- "Lift It High" - Manchester United 97/98
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