All I need

I am in love. It was pure, simple and unadulterated. It was love at first sight. There's something about grace, style, character and a touch of vintage that appeals to me every single time. Even though I have a tendency to fall in love every 5 minutes, nailing the one at first glance comes rare and so when Yas recommended that I should go check him out, I did. And I trust Yas, because the dude is more experienced than I can ever wish for and he has good taste.

I present you, my current obsession:







Isn't it gorgeous? I had no idea Leica released a digital series, and the only camera that holds their lens would be the Panasonic. Simple yet classy. Sinfully Leica. I just can't get enough of the feel of this one.

And then of course there were initial mpulsive moments to purchase the following:


Canon being the first option had the Leica not come into the picture. I've been maintaining the Olympus SLR and seriously, the amount of money I've wasted could have been used to get a decent digicam and a dlsr respectively. Stubborn bastard. He's at Adelphi now and I swear that's the last investment. Although I have to admit, Oli is gorgeous with a touch of old school that is so lacking in cameras now.

So yeah. I'm never one to spend on electronics but since I've been travelling quite a bit it'd be great to invest in a good camera. I know I'll be paying twice as much for the red logo, but erm... I'm a woman if that means anything. Aesthetics gotta come first. It is the rolls royce of cameras after all and this girl deserves the best. :)

Now with all the Hari Raya angpows, brother's wedding, trips, birthdays, new wadrobe, christmas shopping I can safely say I am getting broke. I better close some more new deals pretty soon. It was a blessing Radiohead was sold out. Maybe not. I could have been in Tokyo watching them. Today. Arrgh, yucks! How my heart bleeds! Now if only I could. 2008 would have been complete.

Ah well.

High and dry

I am on a...err work retreat. We spent days arguing and deciding between the Banyan Tree or this one, and since I'm not a particular fan of nice romantic couply places we decided to head somewhere else.

There's not much difference between Indra Maya or Banyan Tree. Just that the former looks more like a high class chalet with the ticky tacky paintjob and silly paintings of fishes. We've got a private pool, outdoor jacuzzi, hall big enough to engage in a badminton game & frisbee with the boss and a kitchen where we cooked and dined the lovely night away.

But I have other designs. Getting banged on the kitchen counter top, missionary on the living room couch, spread eagled on the dining table, porn star living on the sun deck by the pool, innocently facing the seafront while getting boned from the back. Doggy on the outdoor jacuzzi and skinny dipping in the pool.

And of course pristine clean bedsheets to stain. I'm not a morning person, but if I could wake up to getting spooned every morning while facing the south china sea hey I am not complaining.

All I can ever ever think about is sex sex sex. I wish they can come up with a diet pill equivalent to curb my sexual appetite. Or wait, is there such a thing already?

I am too horny to do pretty much anything else here. Maybe I should go back to my book, but Jane Austen is wrong literature. Just wrong.

Climbing up the walls

I have a million things going on in my head and it feels like bubbling over with froth and mee rebus sauce and I told this to Captain Crunch who told me to put this in writing. Just drivel-ling pages and pages of nothing, minus the speed, cough syrup, weed and obviously the beat-"intelligence".

But I can never get there. Because I do not have the free time to drivel 25 pages before coming up with something remotely benign and porous with loaded semi-groundbreaking hypothesis. I have a job. I have no time for pot. I am the accursed working class. The only things I read are visually assaulting ads from the MRT, to cabs to newspapers. I have limited myself to chick lit because they’re your modern Jane Austen except there IS sex, and the sex is mindblowingly good from what I read and I don’t have to envision disgusting toilets and the torture it must havae taken to rip off Benett’s corsage once the character has gone off stage. But I don’t read it only because its modern Jane Austen. I read it because there’re your quirky off central low brow individuals who exists, and I would like to think of me as just one of them. Opportunists in our own seedy world, chancing a Mr Darcy in every crook and nanny of Boat Quay, Pasir Ris HDB while denouncing courtship and wordly romance in our eloquent hiccuping fashion above the din of raucous bars, clubs and bus stops to girlfriends who have no idea what they’re agreeing to in the first place. And I only write when I feel the need to be cloyingly nauseatingly emo and sad, which is good because it has been two months since I feel any urge to dispense my guttural whinge.

I'm going to stick to bullet points after two paragraphs. I lost my way.

I do not understand why women can’t clean up after themselves in the ladies. You would think only men would have a problem with aiming, and they shouldn’t have reason in the first place Don’t even talk about the pubic hair lying on the seats. Why why why?!

The irony of installing graffiti walls for our artistes to bomb in some unknown corner of town. And you would expect these talented pool to know better than to subject themselves to obeisance and ridicule

I’m falling even more and more in love with my currently empty room. I had Thom Yorke bouncing off the walls

Weird dreams

I cried while on my train ride home. No idea why

My ever increasing dislike for sms

Wearing braces, although I’d still like to maintain my fangs. Rrrr

World of warcraft

Why bullshit gets published. (my blog not included)

People who can never be contented with what they have. They bother me, and I avoid them like the plague

Cebu was ok. Company was great

Can’t wait to spoof the raving eurothrash in Phangan next month

Finding a snap-whore buddy to take pictures with during weekends

I want a holga, fisheye and action sampler lomo for myself

I lost a bit of money this month. Actually it’s quite a bit

But I’ll make it up

Brother’s building me a bigger shoe closet. I had no idea I have that much, until I laid it all down........He’s building me a bigger bookshelf, because the books have taken to hanging out in the toilet, the sofa, dining table, kitchen. And a walk in style closet because I have more hats, bags, dresses, accessories, tops… Who needs a Mr Big when you have a brother, seriously

I should really remove that Sex Pistols, Rage and Sepultura poster behind my door. Really, it’s about time...

My current fascination with Jewish men. Thou shall not fraternise with thy enemy.

Microsoft word has destroyed my spelling skills. I used to write in diaries, and I get frustrated because I have to keep cancelling canceling words. See?

My friends are amazing company with a wacky brain to set me off

I ought to change my guitar strings. And not chip my nails. First, to quit strumming lazily and to quit pretending that a decent chord is actually coming out of it…

I want a Gibson Goddess. Maybe I’ll be a better player...........

I wish people would call. Especially for birthdays, anniversaries, well wishes, condolences etc. So much emphasis has been placed on emails, facebook msgs and sms that we are disassociated with our surroundings. It’s sad

I have started to shove my way out of a crowded train to brace another bout of shoving for the impatient incoming passengers. Gahmen, forget the courtesy campaign. It has to come from within. Something a little parenting technique could do....

I think they should bring back the cane in schools

I insist that capital punishment be abolished. Well, except for paedophiles and rapists

All that list in the previous post about tennis, half marathon et al? It’s been scrapped

I’m excited about that hen trip with the best friend end year

J got into Warwick, and our grades are similar so hmmmm...NYU?

I have been keeping my weekends free

I know this is bad, but I enjoy working late in the office

Maybe a Jew will save my life. And I don’t mean the dude we call Christ

I can’t bring myself to “work things out” with K. It’s always too late

I managed to finish a bottle of wine all to myself. Which is a feat considering what a cheap drunk I am. But that was a cheap bottle of wine anyway, so...

Everyone’s telling me I need to get laid. I don’t need to get laid. But I’ve lost my libido and that is actually very worrying..

The best has to settle for only the best eh? Besides, I am in no hurry.

And I’m perfectly fine being with my cat every weekend, reading Jane Austen, counting my calories and ciggy sticks…

Don’t live yourself vicariously through me. Go out and get it lah

I think the ending to Lolita is one of the best love notes ever written. It’s so eloquently sincere without a thought for the other reality...i is lazy to go on. One of the best books ever read

I went to the flea market yesterday and got:

• 30 comics at 20cents each (conan – so vintage porn! Green lantern, X-Factor, Xmen, Iron Man, Batman, Nam)

• Two tops (blue Bysi boatneck top, green Esprit blouse) at 15 bucks

• A vintage green clutch at 20 bucks

• Five cds – mellencamp, pearl jam, platinum 80s – WOOT!, juryman, tupac - at a dollar each

• Three dresses at 28 bucks

• A skull-printed black and white scarf at three bucks

• A Nike hoodie zip-up jacket at eight dollars

• Two(khaki brown and checked-yarn-printed) page-boy hats at 2.50 each

• Vintage leather brown bow waist belt at 1.50

They’ve all been sanitized by a bottle of Dettol

Afterwards we went for the P Ramlee open door cinema the national museum. We loaded up on wine only to be greeted by the malay muslim legion. There were loads of old Chinese couples – no doubt Malay cinema reigned favorite during their time, bless the pothead actors and crew

Spent the rest of the night elegantly wasted on the deserted plain. There was good music from the pub nearby. There was also the Pixies, Ryan Adams, Damien Rice and Hendrix on my phone. We went through a lot of best-ofs and the legendary gig that brought everyone together. Din din was the ticket seller everyone was flirting with, I was the assistant stage manager who ended up drunk 30 mins into the first set, D was the beer guzzling rock star…nuff said

Before that we went for an absurdist play. I really thought they were monkeys and not microcosms of the Malay-Male-Muslim society...

I am not deep

Why do people use “basically”?

I look forward to work tomorrow

I need to purge purge purge purge purge.