im over at bibik's.
i was suppose to follow mama, pops, andung and bibik to cik ima's wedding.
i dont like weddings. i dont mind if its a relative wedding because once you've got yourself all dolled up and prepared, you're sure to spend the whole day there. so its kinda worth all the preparing.
otherwise i find it very troublesome.

i bought my first ever malay vcd yesterday.
i bought gila gila pengantin remaja.
abang izz got me hooked at it.
there's always a first time for everything.

cheers!

i felt like an outcast.
i felt like i didnt belong.
i felt like she was out there to make me look like a fool.
i felt like i forced myself to get into this situation.
now i feel like shit.
someone please make me feel better.

there were strings of failures for the clinical assessment.
chong quan and angela were good at these two skills and yet both only pass one of each.
how????

first thing im going to do when i reach city square tmr is to queue up at macs and get myself a cup of milkshake and i do not want to share it with anybody.
im craving for that thick, slushy, creamy chocolate milkshake to go down my throat.
and after that i must do some retailing.
i just have to.

i was freaked out after watching white noise.
im not anymore.
the movie wasnt that good but there were some scenes that kinda blew me off.

anyone has any idea on what to get for a mother's birthday??
i cant think of any for mama.
but come to think of it, i should get her a....

btw nizam, i am NO ONE's slave.

if you've always wanted to know the celebrities (eg christina aguilera, lindsay lohan, avril lavigne) phone numbers, click here.
paris hilton's t mobile sidekick was hacked and its all over the net.
some of the pictures are kinda obscene.
but what do you expect from a hotel heiress/camera whore/celebrity/singer/writer/actress/porn star.

alan is a male slut.
and thanks paul for the lunch.

im waiting for my next lesson.
i felt like i needed to type because the keyboard is so crunchy. what a way to waste time.

i had no idea that there's a dam in yishun.
i dont think i've ever been there before (but according to pops i did).
i expected the dam to the exactly or almost the same as hoover dam.
i was WRONG.

check this out.
let me know what you think.

adios people...

constantine maroulis is my american idol

mama, amira and i were at the wrong place at the wrong time.

OH DEAR GOD!!

i had wonderul birthday despite this year being the last year of being a teenager.
thanks for all the birthday wishes. i couldnt reply all at one go but again thank you all.
thank you mama and papa for the watch and the birthday dinner. i will always love you.
thanks mak su and anur for the splendid day. we should do it again.
thank you nyayi, cik la and uncle rosli for the presents respectively.
thanks andung for the motivation. i know you got married at 19 but i wont. i dont think its going to happen anytime soon.
thanks ungku for humming that tune i composed when i was 1. its going to haunt me for the rest of my life. but like you said, this is part of me and i should treasure it as ah-ta-keng is a small fragment of the wonderful memories i had with you.
I <3 you all.

im shedding skin like a snake.
thanks to my sunburned skin.

pictures are up.
here are some previews


has, amy and i


playing hard to get


the great people

there's no balance in my sleeping hours.

so i got back frm kl last night.
i didnt go to the city at all. the three days holiday at hyatt saujana were mostly for relaxation.
i think ours was the biggest crowd.
there were four families altogether.
and it was fun.
im sunburnt again. i kinda expected it because i didnt apply any sunblock lotion and i spent the whole day in and by the pool. im super tanned.
there were first times for me.
i went to the sauna and steam room and i also had an aromatherapy massage which was so damn relaxing.
the masseuse pounded, rubbed and tickled my back.
that was the highlight and i told ina that we should ask her mom, my mom and cik lah to make it a monthly thing but i dismissed the idea.

today's the day.
out to jolly....

met up with has, char char, amy and bt.
it was like a reunion.
i've not met them for almost a year already so it was quite refreshing seeing all of them again.
we should definitely definitely do it again.
just hang out and talk and laugh.

courtesy of swerve
my lunch at breeks (with such great company).


courtesy of swerve
a day at esplanade. me at that little corner.


courtesy of swerve
a day at esplanade. rad cant get enough of the toilet symbols.

"please don't be a tsunami to my bandar aceh" - paul on cheryl going to hooters.

you called me at the perfect timing.
i dont blame you.
you're an ass.

to tell you the truth i was working on my own original template for my blog but i just dont have the time. so i'm still working on it and its gonna take quite sometime to get it all done.

i changed to this electrico template cos i think they're good for a local band and plus i needed a change and i needed something that fits me.

off to do some e learning...

i found this article on someone's blog.
its quite wordy but its interesting.

And so we come at last to Singapore, the strange city-state that so many of us associate with rattan canes and a tough dictatorship and no mercy for gum chewers.It's not quite accurate. In fact, it's totally wrong. I mean, sure, if you are dumb enough to commit a felony you may face the cane, and chewing gum is prohibited, and the government is in essence a dictatorship. But Singapore is much, much more than these disparate parts, which for most citizens and vistors here are irrelevant.
Singapore is in many ways a beautiful little paradise, perhaps the closest thing to utopia on the planet.So many dictators have tried to create a utopia, and in so doing managed instead to create hell on earth. The Soviet Union was the first attempt of the last century, wherein Stalin managed to liquidate a huge chunk of the population and make the Gulag Archipelago his legacy. China under Mao was another, with the Cultural Revolution and inconceivably dreadful famines the result. Maybe the most awful in terms of sheer horror was Cambodia under the Khmer Rouge. All of these social experiments draw striking similarities and you can only wonder why we are so incapable of learning from the past. The very last living example of a utopia imposed from the top down, a living, breathing nightmare, is today's North Korea.
So how does this relate in any way to Singapore? I'm not yet sure if my argument is valid, but I do see a parallel: As with the above examples, Singapore as it is today is founded on the vision of one man, former Prime Minister Lee Kuan Yew. He envisioned a city with green trees and green grass everywhere, a city with no crime, where the trains and buses run on time and the people live in harmony with one another. The people would be free, but the wise and benevolent dictatorship would protect its citizens, its children, from obviously dangerous influences -- narcotics and stimulants, pornography, dirty words, unsocial beahaviour (like spitting and putting used chewing gum where it doesn't belong), etc. Crime would be dealt with swiftly and mercilessly. Being the liberal that I am, aspects of this vision bother me. Everything here is censored by a government that knows more than its citizens. If you bring video tapes into the country, be prepared for the customs agents to take them and watch them and cut out any segments with nudity or foul language. (And they send you a bill for doing this.) I hate censorship, and yet....There can simply be no denying that Lee Kuan Yew's vision has materialized and succeeded.
Crime is all but unknown here. The city is lush with greenery, perfectly trimmed and manicured; everything about the city has been made to suit Lee's vision, and, amazingly, I have to admit there is a lot to say for it. Yes, the beauty is entirely man-made, but it works. The attitude of the Singaporeans toward the imposition of this vision on their nation and on their lives is most interesting. From all I can tell, most of the citizens are thrilled with it. They admit some freedoms are restricted, but they believe that the payoff makes it well worthwhile. They are protected by a loving and paternalistic government that knows better than they do -- a government that can indeed be tough when the situation warrants it, but that will in general be their friend. The media can usually say what they please, but it is understood that they can go only so far when it comes to criticising the government. If they cross that line, foreign media can be threatened with expulsion and on occasion have to pay up hefty fines. (Of course, compared with China it's a bastion of free speech, where there is never a worry that jotting an essay can land you in a dungeon for a good portion of your life.)There are many examples of how exquisitely the government has choreographed life here.
The public transportation system is immaculate and ingenious. To stem rush hour traffic, every car is equipped with an infra-red detector that automatically "taxes" the owner if the car goes past certain intersections during rush hour. It works. Traffic is minimized. There are also occasional signs along the highway that read, "Report discourteous driving." Thus, one rarely witnesses discourteous driving.The net minus is that Singapore is a sterilized, somewhat antiseptic place, at least on its surface. It could sure use some of the earthiness of Hong Kong. But the net plusses are truly awe-inspiring. The no-nonsense approach to SARS, for example, was vintage Singapore: video cameras were installed outside the homes of those in quarantine and stiff sentences imposed for violators, and it worked. (In the case of SARS, the government did much more, including a 24-hours-a-day SARS information TV channel and a massive public education campaign.)So for the time being I am impressed with Singapore. I've only been here a few weeks, and maybe I'll see some of these illusions shattered. For now it looks pretty good, especially after my last host country.