the entry about a deja vu visit

i've left the sunny island for a much-needed holiday break. guess where am i headed for? (hint: study this entry's title for starters)

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the entry ... an enlightenment.

to address the brouhaha, i will delete the following entry (you don't see it cos it's deleted) to appease the angered and upset. i will bear in mind to think before i write, and i do apologise to those standing by me, who got intertwined unfortunately, in this mini-saga.

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the entry about spirituality ... or lack thereof

jesus spoke to me today. well, not exactly him, but more like my dad channeling the former through lamenting about my less-than-frequent cameo appearances at sunday churches.

well, the truth is, i do revel in church-going. so much so that i make it a religious endeavor to visit the house of worship. though, by religious, i mean the occasional religious occurrences like christmas, chinese new year, or when my dad performs the persistent nagging stance no. 9 (hounding on me to kneel and mutter amen under my breath with the lowest decibel) for the twelfth time which might just do me in.

to lay my cards on the table, i absolutely cannot fathom the idea of me being in a church at all. usually, before half the session is through, and that is definitely before the priest's lengthy sermon about non-secularity and come-hither judgement day, i would be cooped up somewhere else, in the toilet or back in my car perhaps. i would cook up some flimsy excuse to my folks that i need some fresh air or that there's an important incoming call i have to take, just to have a quick shut-eye, before traipsing back during the penultimate part, which is to receive the holy communion.

for the non-catholics or utter backsliders like yours truly, the holy communion is actually the pivotal part of the entire stretch, where the congregation file up like swines to the abbatoir to tongue a disk-shaped, insipid ciabatta that is figuratively the body of the christ.

it always make me wonder and want to probe the priest under his draping robe. why can't the processed flour be more palatable? fabricate a blueberry flavor maybe or make it minty possibly? and while we're on it, why not make it chewy and latex-y as well, just like chewing gum? this is definitely a two-pronged boon for us communion consumers. whilst it absolves our sins and redeems our soul, it also, in the process, protects our gums (the idiosyncrasy of chewing gum is that it does protect our gums) and we could also snap along to the oh-so-quaint bible psalms.

bah, since this post is already verging on blasphemy, allow me to rant a little further. i know i have an insatiable appetite for luxury, but if the churches have already air-conditioned the locale and re-upholstered the pews with fully padded knee rests, why stop there? why not make the seats a little more comfy as well? that way, i won't have to constantly brainstorm lame excuses just to retreat to my car. i recalled there was once when i saw an elderly man hunched over and kneeling down for the longest time i thought he would never get up ever again, until i heard the rhythmic fulmination of snores emitting from him.

on that account, do us a favour, head honcho of churches. get us simmons or posturepedic wadded pews. this way, at least we wouldn't suffer from cramps sleeping whilst genuflecting. amen!

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the entry that zouked me out

so the body feels good, but if it could express itself somehow, it certainly would not be beneath hurling foul-sounding epithets at me. frankly, i have been over-stressing my body, at various parties, that is. when it came to working, however, i'd skim right through it like the advertisements section of a magazine. not a good sign at all. i definitely would need a good rubdown or some traditional tui na after all the unadulterated hardcore partying and perhaps (perhaps?) do my utmost to get back to work after that.

zouked out much, anyone?

for that reason, i shall swear upon my latest dkny mules acquisition that zoukout 2008 shall be the last and final party of the year for me in singapore. may mildew and noxious fumes wreak havoc on them should i fail to live up to my promise. ergo, with that vow in mind, and a couple bottles of alcohol in tow, the usual suspects camped out at siloso beach resort whilst awaiting the party du jour's kick-off.

our theme in mind was clashing neon, so basically it was cloaking oneself in multi-colored fabric that looked out of place from one another. did we succeed? you make the verdict.

val, daryl and duncan doing a warmup pose for the camera.

black-meets-white: benjamin and me.

the whole gin gang minus two.

another group shot, but still short of the man behind the camera, ben.

gratifyingly, amidst all the hustle and bustle, we did not forget to celebrate duncan's birthday, who's now a full bloom twenty-somethinger. unfortunately, the hotel staff burst our bubbles when they prematurely knocked on our doors with the cake and balloon when not everyone had arrived yet. still, it was a sweet success seeing duncan's shocked expression when he was greeted with our almost-sabotaged surprise.

the birthday boy,

 who definitely looked way more surprised than what this photo displayed.

a confetti gun meant for his birthday, brought outdoors in the end.

on to partying!! and more pics...

dj sasha, in my opinion, was the best. 

his follow up act, dj above and beyond, was nowhere where what his moniker promised.

the crowd agrees, lapping up every sasha ditty.

me and jem: our only shot together. >.<

the venue was a dizzying, sweltering moshpit of people that the tops had to go eventually...

bumping into my batch girl from SQ, jasmine...

... and her boyfriend, joson, who seems a tad way too gone.

seriously, this guys needs a therapist.

partying until the sun rose.

one word to describe zouk out 2008: supercalifragilisticexpialidocious

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the entry about filling in the blanks and getting retro

if it's anything, it's been an extremely busy day that i was almost short of dying from breathlessness. but i only have my own idiocy to admonish for addressing less pressing issues together with the more pivotal ones. the house was on fire and yet, i was worried about the kitchen sink. nonetheless, other than verging on asphyxiation, it has indeed been a rewarding day.

they say the eyes are the windows to a person's soul, but to me, a winsome smile is the way to prevail upon a person's heart. being called gap toothed or madonna-esque isn't exactly complimentary, though some might disagree. "keep it", some of my friends remarked, "that's the unique thing about you". i beg to differ. if you guys hadn't noticed thus far, here's how bad my gap-tooth predicament is:

my unsightly, huge niche for morsel reservations

after much contemplation and sourcing around for cut-rate, quality dental service, i finally decided upon valley point dental clinic @ valley point to fill in the blanks, literally. the dentist in charge was doctor ashim dutt, and he explained the procedure carefully, which was termed composite bonding. basically, the approach was to smoothen out the edges and fill the cavity with a tough, synthetic resin. the resin is impregnated with inorganic fillers and matches the shade and color of the teeth. the entire procedure was a laborious hour effort but thankfully, he was extremely meticulous to ensure that the end result was exactly what i had expected. if any of you guys need cosmetic dental surgeries, do look him up. seriously.

doctor dutt (pronounced as "dud"), the dude

the ever congenial nurse mas

using a dental saw to smoothen the edges before using the fillers

cramming more dental equipment into my almost gagging mouth.

carrying on...

on 12th dec 2008, i committed the cardinal sin of utmost tackiness. andy lau was in town for his asia leg tour and being offered free tickets, i decided to give it a shot with acute circumspect. i guess going to an event with no/low expectations has its fair share of benefits after all. the singing veteran turned out a good performance instead.

thumbs up to andy for making a concert with most of the songs unfamiliar to me a very intimate and entertaining affair. the entire set was tight and elaborate with a lot of emphasis placed on choreography and stages props. this, coming from someone who didn't have a dancing background (according to my friend barbara), completely bowled me over. of course, the cursed fans shouting through the roof certainly helped wrecked my hearing.

choc-a-bloc fillings and cyalume galore

a little s&m action: andy lifted up with quaint robes.

a music video of andy in his heydays.

confetti factory meets chang-e's

an enthusiastic fan with light sticks in tow

countdown to encore

the two extremely adorable mascots that turned up

during the encore, coupled with helium voices

so much fun that andy decided to join in the bandwagon

after the much better than anticipated concert, i made a mad dash for the exit to the next venue for a friend's birthday party. happy early thirties birthday, willie! thanks for the great time and the alcohol. the following is a tribute to you.

guess who's the birthday boy and who's the playboy?

now you know the who's who.

tongue-and-cheek: the ever effervescent, ethereal x-tin

liking truffles much? look up julius the truffles maestro

the new macdonald's spokesperson: mr. pierre goh

more party folks.

the man who can't be seen

mr. incognito and i peering into some zany crystal ball.

a little more cam-whoring.

nights out. see you guys at zoukout 2008, part-ee on!!

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