2011 Thus Far...

I haven't been blogging much mainly because:

1) I haven't received the pictures from Hong Kong

2) I've been lazy

3) I've been very, very lazy

It's mid Jan now, a lot has happened and I think I shall at least pen a few words before I...

wait...what was I talking about?

Neh, jokes...I mean I'm really forgetful *don't gimme that look I know you know* and I'm pretty sure I have mild Alzeimer's disease even at such an age. Hence...here's what happened...

Jan 1st - 4th

I started the year in Hong Kong with Linda.

And contrary to what I've been telling everyone that I was going there for a holiday, it's actually...no wait...I went there for a holiday. A holiday with a twist.

I submitted my Youtube video to the Hummingbird Brand New Star audition slightly before Christmas. On 22 December 2010, I received an email saying that I scored a chance to head to Hong Kong for the finals on 2nd Jan.

Stoked.

Honestly, winning isn't on my mind. More like...FORGET IT I WON'T WIN!

The other 13 contestants were way too awesome. It was a mind-blowing experience to get to know them, meet the producers and...sing.

To everyone that watched, clicked like, complimented, critisized, re-watched, re-watched again...Thank You. YOU DUH AWESOME.

To those who haven't, go click now. Slow!

TEEHEE. Kidding. But honestly, thank you. I less than 3 you.

That aside, Renn Zhern asked if I was interested to participate in his music school's concert and perform along, with him on the piano. I said yes, almost immediately. Probably before he even completed his sentence.

He had to transpose the song because...I'm annoying that way.

And we shared the stage yesterday, on 16 Jan, Wisma Bently, with me singing a themesong from a Cantonese drama, Revolving Doors of Vengeance.

Yeah I know right...TVB dramas ALWAYS sound dramatic. It's...a drama. Get it? d^.^b

Watch here...if you want to.

And then leave a comment telling Cheah Renn Zhern the awesome pianist, how fantabulous he was. Or IS. Oh, and also spread some love because he'd be leaving to Tasmania soon to further his studies.

Cheah Renn Zhern. I miss chu, already!!!

The...orchestra.

The score.

The drummer. That made me go...O.O and :O

Jonathan Chew.

Couldn't resist.

A group of very colourful children backed Jonathan up to We Will Rock You. Queen's version.

<3

The average age. Spot the kid on the right.

Drummer boy. Scroll up. Yes, he's the kid in the shades. d^.^b

Bernard. Spanish Eyes.

Munkie, this...is the Suff lookalike with a very lovable daughter. ;)

We Will Rock You!!!!!!

Tan King Hao. The cameraman. Videographer.

You is best.

Study hard.

And study smart.

Come back and I'd be your first ADD patient, aite?

:*

Up, up here we go!

Usually by this time of the year, I'd be babbling about how I failed in all the resolutions made previously. Last year, I only made 1 resolution - to blog more frequently.

Which I did I think. GOOD JOB, PEANUT!

Partially motivated by money because in dire need of cash, I signed up with Nuffnang.

Hello random readers.

Twenty-ten flashed past fantabulously fast.

I can barely remember a single bitter moment (now now, don't jinx it, it's not the end yet).

Okay. I'm just saying, I'm grateful that I've at least done a bit more compared to the past.

- I'm still in the same company (rejoice!)

- I did not break a bone this year

- I made real friends, lost some (no wait, lost one)

- Attended a few weddings/engagements which made me tingle all over with joy *coughs* munkie *coughs*

- Traveled

- Started a Youtube channel (I still can't believe that the views are still climbing, albeit slowly, for my latest video)

- Entered a real recording studio and recorded a brand new demo

and...

I got a deal to fly off again!

*human wave*

New Year this time around is gonna be somewhat quiet. Because I can foresee that I'd be nerve-wracked (and stoked altogether) with the new opportunity. Chances are awfully bleak but oh well, at least I tried.

d^.^b

So to you reading, thank you for reading. Come back everyday so that I can receive my cheque from Nuffnang soon.

May 2010 close with a fucking roar and everyone have a swashbuckling 2011.

I like that word.

P.S - Wish me luck

The Wedding, Foam & The Weekend

Currently listening to:

500 Days of Summer, OST

So I disappeared for a week.

Courtesy of the flu bug. Still partially here but to hell with you I'm resuming my normal life.

Peanut's believe...try acting fine. Lie to yourself. Your system. Instead of frowning. You might feel better.

Might.

Last week was total epic fail.

Left work slightly early, F1-ed to Lynnie's house, changed and we set out together to a god-forsaken place called Selayang Palace.

God-forsaken. So we thought.

Took us almost 2 hours to get there. *shakes head*

Garmin failed me yet again. The map given by the restaurant was trash. Attempts to ask locals were...futile as they only spoke Chinese (and we have no idea what Selayang Palace is in Cinapek) so all I got was (loosely translated): 'Hah, here no palace wor. Got hospital and shopping mall la'.

-.-"

So anyone who's heading there in the near future, just head to Pusat Bandar Selayang, search for the hospital, go slightly forward and turn left at a tiny little junction that leads you to a dodgy King Coil building. Restaurant's at the back. (If you miss, takper. Go all the way to the traffic, light, go thru the horrendous jam, U-turn, go all the way back to god-knows-where, then U-turn again, and take the same road. Good luck).

The Oh-So-Youngs

No four-season bullshit.

Scallops, full force. We had 2 of this because we switched tables. Awesome.

And they served Abalone too. -.-"

Roomie. Wo hen xiang ni.

Bao Yue.

And no I didn't mean this piece...earlier on.

She's a prove miracles do happen.

Bitch. *jealous mode*

Drebar.

XD

Fell sick right away hence went missing.

All's worth it for the food.

Sekian.

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After staying away for approximately 2 weeks from Pyramid, I had my dose of Juice Works today.

Beetroot juice without ice is as gross as you think it is. Had fun seeping the fibre outta it and sucked it right down to its foam. Then got me wondering...

You know how annoying the sound is when one is sucking foam outta the narrow straw. And have you wondered what foam is? Foam is basically a substance of trapped bubbles isn't it? So sucking foam is basically sucking air. Means sucking nothing.

Ironically, sucking nothing always creates a non-harmonious, disturbing sound.

And just got me thinking...how certain dense people are like...foam.

The emptier they are, the louder they become, blabbing their lives away for no particular reason. And worst of all, they're always floating on the surface. Found everywhere, never willing to sink.

And always the leftovers too.

-.-"

Don't be foam la can? Bising la.

Ok just a random PMS thought.

Need to blog about Hong Kong Day 3 FAST! Work hampering in, memory fading out.

Oh and the weekend was Fantabulous. Because I saw my love of entah-how-many-years.

Haaa.

<3

Sorry Ah Kot.

Linda shall blog about you.

Now...

Work.

小喇景...

I Know, Nursery Rhyme Come True and My Twin

Stress is when the only place you can turn to...the only sanctuary...no longer makes u feel at peace.

Stress is you know things are never a fairy tale but still look forward to it just because...you believe that it's gonna be fun.

Stress is...

when the fucking aircond sounds as though there are a million crickets trapped within the ventilator.

So I found the perfect regime to curbing stress.

Excretion.

The Peanutxz Theory says; "The more hampered you feel, the better the stamina."

It was an hour of non-choreographed action. Having all those waste flushed out in a go is...damn ons.

I know that works...for me.

Because to a certain extend, I understand myself.

And I'm sane enough to know what I can or ought not meddle with.

I might not sound convincing in this aspect but...I is bigs. At least my head's big so I guess the brain should be consistently balanced in comparison.

Literally and metaphorically.

So to those that understand the rant that I'm going about here, just let me. I just need the smile and pat on the back. Or if you can maybe a physical hug.

Because this is the emo-phase and everything that is churned out WON'T seem too...free from mental derangement.

Now I know why last week was such a blast.

It's to compensate for this entire week.

PMS LA JUST LET ME BE CAN?!

Thank you.

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Now moving on to a happier note, instead of greeting me with a sleepy but warm Good Morning just earlier today, Daddy said...'Suzie's out looking for food! Quick snap a pic!'

Okay. Sure. Erm...

Suzie who?

Oh yes. My house just turned into a mini National Geographic. Suzie's the cuckoo that decided to build a home in our garden with 2 of its boyfriends.

So, ruffled haired with an eye closed from the beaming sun, I grabbed the camera and a stool then risked my life just for an artistic shot of 2 tiny eggs.

I was pretty sure the 2 bouncers weren't around. Suzie was no where to be seen. No Pterodactyls. No Saber-Tooth Tigers, I mounted the stool and clicked.

Oh wait no, before the clicking, something flew in OUTTA NO WHERE and flapped it wings on my face. I could feel it brushing across my cheeks and there Suzie was. Cock-staring at me. Wings still flapping.

Background song playing: Sing a Song of Sixpence (lyrics - ...when down came a black bird and pecked off her nos...eyes). GAH

So much for an artistic shot. This was accidental.

I AM NEVER GONNA GO NEAR THAT NEST.

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On a second happier note,

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DARLING!

*WET KISS*

The Joy of Being an Adult...You Say

Currently listening to:
Amy Macdonald, A Curious Thing

When I can be materially ignorant and oblivious to certain happenings about the revolving world, certain circumstances that involve people I love can kill me entirely.


Worst when I'm not supposed to be aware of it and...that generally means I have no control and no idea how nature is gonna take its course with things like this.

I'm probably skeptical too because...it's the weekend and I have a pretty much unoccupied mind.

While other days would allow it to roam freely into the finest forests where colourful tea parties are held or having to overlook the sunset sipping fruit tea at the end of the rainbow with the pixies, a couple days of this week have been pretty much a pain to endure especially when the tension drowns in.

Curiosity stinks.

I don't even need to stumble upon the commotion. I don't need to witness it. It's scares me enough.

So all I'm saying is...

You adults ar, got problems settle it face to face can?! Accumulating it for barter system in the near future when the exchange rate increases izzit?! So many times telling you to voice out whenever things are not right. Never learn! Never to hide anything from anyone within the family. Never listen! To talk things out when situation's not good. Never bother!

Now the kids are worried!

Gah.

Waste my time.

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To those that did not get drool over the Bachelors last Friday, check out the video and...try not to scream in the office la okay if you spot anyone *coughs* Shirley *coughs*

It's a bit dark though.

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Day 2:

Suzie

Daddy said the name's...sexy.

O.o

No sign of the eggs or chirping. Unless I shift Suzie I think.

But I believe the bouncers are watching somewhere faraway and will peck my eyes out if I touch it.

General knowledge of the day: Cuckoos usually don't build nests. They live in a clock.

No jokes. Daddy said that.

They're called Brood Parasites.

This I call...Weekend

Currently listening to:

Win a Date With Tad Hamilton OST, Various Artists

Excluding the news I received last night.

Received a text from Evan while I was yamcha-ing after the Bachelor's event.

Zouk was raided.

Why on earth would anyone choose to raid on Labour's day, right after an annual, entertaining and not to mention...healthy event where half the world gather to just unwind after a whole freaking week of work?

No seriously...how do these things work? Like...

How does setting up a roadblock in the morning at 8am when everyone is heading to work or at 8pm where everyone has just left work help in curbing...ANYTHING at all? What are you looking for? Drivers that aren't awake enough to drive to work? Trying to fine an exhausted working class hero as part of your so called OP strategy to minimize road accidents? Then the jam will backlog all the way from KL to Ipoh.

Putting that aside, just what were you also looking for, crashing an initially fun-filled party and conveniently turning it into a spine chilling nightmare for every freaking one?

No, I wasn't there. Lucky enough to have escaped earlier.

But I'm pretty sure most of the ones caught yesterday would have slashed Zouk off their list. And it isn't even the club's fault. So where do you expect us to go? Merdeka Stadium zit...

Go la sapu all the friggin' mamak stalls by the road selling lousy nasi lemak and sotong bakar! KNN.

You're not only ruining nightlife. You're ruining the system.

And you're wondering why we're all spiraling down.

BTW, The Bachelor's event was fun.

WAY TO GO LOH YOOK HWA! OH OH and CLEO!

Pictures up later la. Dunno where they are also...

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Putting the rant aside, which basically has nothing to do with me but freaked me out that some of the friends and ex-colleagues were caught there, the first half of the weekend was fantabulous.

I think the plan to watch Ip Man 2 was made waaaaay before it was even scheduled to be aired. So Linda efficiently made her bookings and we were out by noon. Damn 7 early. Saturday okay excuse moi.

It's a very Wilson Yip movie. Brutal. Fast. Packed with action. Put aside the storyline this time around. You'd probably confuse it for Huo Yuan Jia.

Okay damn lame to say but it's movies like this that unite the Chinese and keeps us grounded (the part about pride could be more subtle though). And so to all the wannabes, take pride of your skin colour. Because...Donnie Yen has it too.

Kidding. XD

It's a 108-minute of pure entertainment. You don't get many people Sammo Hung's size that can still jump 2m off the ground and land without cracking a tile. A sight to behold.

Seriously, anyone who's not watched the first, go get your DVD like NOW and watch it. Then, book the tickets, 2 weeks prior because crazy asses like me will be returning for the second and probably the third time. It's a tough fight for tickets there. RAWR!!!

Went to South Sea for crabs again. Considering the family does not trust my gourmet tongue, I shall indulge with some others that will.

For 2, we had ONE Sri Lankan crab. *falls off chair*

We also had seaweed soup, vege, and Lala. Oh they ran out of yummy Coconut Jelly *le sigh* so we had something else. No idea what it's called anymore but it was good too.

Damage = RM113.

Tomorrow, eat toilet tissue.

Eat off toilet bowl also worth it la dammit.

I wanted to take a picture of the bigger piece to show just how humongous it was. Then ended up eating it and Linda had to eat the smaller. HAHA. Sorry la you slow.

If you're depending on the Peanutxz map, she'd say, head to the Subang airport and go straight down. Follow the hugeass South Sea billboards and you'll reach. If you're going by Garmin, search Southern Sea Restaurant under the Seafood category.

Oh anyone that goes, go check out the toilet. Damn ons. Smells like lemon grass too. SUKA.

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It's been a while since we had a cuckoo in the house.

THE MAMA WENT INTO LABOUR ON LABOUR'S DAY!!! ~ quote Daddy la who else would say lame things liddat.

I wanted to name her. But heck I'd need to name the boyfriends (yes, she has 2 male bouncers to take care of her during her confinement O.o) then the kids...Mafan. I'll just call her Cuckoo and Boyfriend A and B la.

Cuckoo is...incubating her eggs. Flowers all dying but...neh it doesn't matter. Janji the eggs hatch and birds fly well. No more Max around. They should be safe.

Boyfriend dunno A or B setting up the nest.

DAMN KESIAN OKAY. Only 1 leaf/grass at a go...while the Cuckoo waits.

Shall take pictures everyday.

Pictures taken with Mommy's Nikon Coolpix s570.

So much better than the old junk. The hand-me-down descended to me for casual use.

I can draw better than the pictures snapped okay.

Ok movie time. I really need to keep the posts shorter.

And I need to blog about my Ostrich Ride. HAH.

GARY LIM and Why I Dislike BM

Must watch:

Ip Man 2

Help me get my commission.

VOTE FOR No. 15 NOW!

Nahhh...just kidding.

Vote cause he's fucking cute can?

Gary Lim, don't kill me. You told me to choose from your pool of pictures wert.

Shakes ass on Friday and kill the ladies hokay!!! I'll get you Olive oil just in case you don't sweat enough. XD

Then we split the cash.

YES!

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I never really fancied BM.

Despite getting As since Standard 6 right up till Form 5 *bangga*

The only B was for SPM.

That's...reason to dislike No.1. Niaseng.

Reason to dislike No.2:

My freaking new MSN is in BM.

No one knows how to un-BM-fykannye and to top it off, the language is rotten.

APA PULAK 'SEDANG TIADA'?!?!?!

APA PULAK 'LUAR TALIAN'?!?! TAKDA PERKATAAN LAIN KE?!

And I'm trying to get used to the fact that Fail = File.

I keep thinking that my MSN failed.

Le sigh.

Only person I can possible think of that'll like this feature is Lee Boon Heng.

CCB.

P.S- Took me a while wondering who the heck A was.

USE ONLY ONE ACCOUNT CANS?!

Simon Birch, Ringmaster of Hope and Glory

Note to self: MUST GO.

Simon Birch: Hope and Glory

Opens April 8th, and continues until May 30th, 2010
ArtisTree
1/F, Cornwall House, Taikoo Place, Island East
Quarry Bay, Hong Kong
Open daily from 10am to 8pm.
Free!

***AngAng if you're reading this, take me there

For more of his work; HERE.

Lemme hear the GASP.

Not Everything Should Shine and VOTE

Currently listening to:

30 Seconds to Mars, This Is War

Especially not the toilet floor.

It bugs me how much a clean toilet floor can ruin...one's dignity. Sanctity. Whatever comes to your mind about a person's pride also la okay.

You see, the management requires the toilet floor to be mopped everyday in the morning at 10 and another round in the evening probably around 5 (predicted times because they're always wet at these hours)

I must say that, the Kakas do an absolutely good job they probably scrub every inch with a toothbrush like how Cinderella does it then blow bubbles into the air singing a lullaby (Proves that despite falling down the pit, my phone's clean because they clean it well. YES!)

But the cleanliness disturbs me.

The cubicles are not separated to the ground. It stops halfway leaving approximately 3-5 inches of space as though they expect everyone to chat to each other while doing their businesses. While I'm sane in that expect, my eyes start wandering, scrutinizing every detail there is within the small room.

And there, to my horror, I see a clear reflection.

Not of myself, but the lady next to me.

According to the sister and the brother-in-law that are both in the property line, such requirements are usually by those that demand...CLASS. And my guess is, this idea probably derived from the first 5-class hotel in China.

My biggest discovery when I went to Xi'an (first trip back) was that the toilets there were generally doorless. Adding on to the disgusting fact that, besides baring either their asses or cibais while excreting, they start yakking to each other.

Now that the outlook of the China market improves, Yuan rebounds, tourists flock to the country...they realized that...they need better toilets.

But they can't be doorless, no. FINE. I build a partition. Don't cover all ar. Cannot hear Ah Hui talk while I lao.

Oh the tourists want doors! FINE. I give you doors. But how to see Ah Mui when I pang? See shit fall only very boring! Can. We do reflective floors. Discreet a bit. Mysterious a bit only classy wan ma!

So speciao hor!

This is how clear it is. See my fingers within the highlighted mark.

Can see? Nice...

It's almost as bad as seeing this while eating.

NO WAIT. I'd really rather see my own shit fall into the bowl.

Note to coming boyfriends. Please don't wear low waist although I love skinnies on lanky guys. Even if you want, boxers please. PLEASE.

Peanut's new definition of CLASS. Transparency...at a whole new level.

Next time tint the toilet doors enough la.

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30 APRIL 2010

Spot the similarities.

Besides me being in all the pictures.

Now you VOTE for him.

Gary Lim. No.15.

And if you have time, check out:

- No.6 * Patrick MacDonald

- No.13 * Bruce Yeow

- No.19 * Mundzir Abdul Latif aka Mooky

AND

- No.38 * Terry Ngan

I, on the other hand, MUAHAHAHAHAHA...am so rooting for Mr.Tattoo.