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

Apparently...she's 95.

I always believe that my grammama is waaaay older than she is.

You know how people tend to register their kids later than they're supposed to back then.

According to Mommy, popo's NINE-FIVE.

Don't get me wrong, that's a really big number.

But I personally believe she could be a centurion.

For all you know, she probably was a friend of Dumbledore before she came to Malaysia.

Saang Yud Faai Lok, POPO!

And you got it right! I'm Ah San *pats head*

Every wrinkle represents a smile

Now, stop smiling everyone.

Ok, just kidding. This lady only smiles upon request.

One heckuvva diva if you're asking me.

TEEHEE

On a serious note, Secret Recipe should really get someone Chinese literate to partially run their business.

Because to be honest, I think I'd have written better with my left toe.

And the last thing I remember before the day went down the drain.

A guitar, 2 voices, 2.5 hours.

I thank the bacteria that they decided to attack later.

!!!!!YADHTRIB YPPAH

I will not do a proper post until you've given me all the pictures.
Including my graduation.

Yes I'm cheapskate liddat, I can never grow tired from nagging for the things that I WANT!

BUT...you still deserve a little wish...for always BEING THERE and for BEING ALL EARS to my senseless babblings.

And since you've got all the love that you need, let's all wish and pray that we will always be able to sit together and have the longest empty talks...EVER, no matter where we are, and may you be swarmed with even more love and brilliance that will eventually take you...

THERE (you know where you wan la).

Saang Yat Faai Lok.

Don't you just love me?

Happy Comot Birthday.

Hachiko and Tattoos

Currently listening to:

Imogen Heap, Ellipse (DAMN ONS)

Movie Review:

Hachiko: A Dog's Story

I've always had a soft spot for movies with animals. Besides snakes that is.

Cried even when I was watching Flipper. Sweat. God knows how many litres of tears I lost while watching Marley and Me.

It never crossed my mind to watch Hachiko. Oh well, it's just another sad story about a dog, like how the Japs and Koreans always do it. Double sweat.

What's it with the loyalty of dogs and dying owners? OR little children and dying faithful dogs. Triple sweat.

Anyway, heard a lot about the movie and NEVER wanted to watch until Babichen highly recommended it. Like she even gave me the link just so I can watch via Youtube on my phone. <3.

So here's my review of the heart-wrenching movie.

There...I was bawling my sockets out in the middle of the night.

It was worst than Marley and Me. Basically due to the fact that, Richard Gere's really convincing. REALLY. Within just minutes the bond between the dog and him were tightly portrayed and knitted. Then, warm tears pricked and trickled freely in like...seconds. MEHH

And adding to the fact...he's sibeh yeng leh.

So yeah. Go watch if you wanna detox. It works.

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Moving on, I cut my hair again. I know. I stink.

No more WuChun, Show Luo, Taiwanese, Japanese, Korean, Mongolian style. Not I want OK. It's the trend apparently. And it's subtle enough for the company to not fire me. Hmph.

The haircut now reminds me of Simple Jack.

You know...Ben Stiller as the retard in Tropic Thunder?

Diu.

Nevermind. It'll grow.

Just in time for Hong Kong. *Prays*

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This is Eddie the tattoo artist.

He does great designs. And yes, he's very much like those in Miami/LA Ink.

He's brutal.

He churns interesting topics too.

Like he was asking if Nigga was a virgin.

And how he should fuck every moving thing.

Our verdict: Go fuck a car la.

One more session and this Nigga is done.

Stay away people.

It hurts. ROFL

Eddie said all surface piercings will eventually fall off.

And there's a VERY high chance of kiloid.

Ok. No more nape piercing.

Le sigh.

Oh...weekend's over.

When's it coming again?