freedom
she peeks into her mirror
curiously,
shades of grey stared
piercingly,
muted ground scowling.
staring back,
she dreams in colours.
she dreams to fly
with her own wings -
embracing, soaking all things new.
phew!
finally we're all working and rollin in some cash.. gone are the days of having time on our side (to skip classes heh!).. instead we gotta catch them.. a role-reversal indeed.. how bizarre!
anyway just wanna tell you peeps out there that we're still alive!! yes we are!
i miss ya babes! *wink*
My Motobaby is a vegetable!
I realized that my Motobitch is merely in a vegetable state, she’s still alive! I could power her up after all! I succeeded in making a call with that baby. Idiotic young lad from Motorola service centre told me that she has died. How could he? Did he realize the tears I’ve shed on his erred diagnosis?
But still… I have a unsolvable problem here. I can’t save or even transfer my MMS to anywhere, cos I could not read the screen (As I’ve mentioned, it went blank when I drop the baby.) I tried to synchronize the motobaby with my computer, but the MMS still couldn’t be detected…
But then NOW… Motobaby… no longer I’m trying, I find no more meaning in hoping for your revival. Guess it’s really time for you to go, take whatever MMS/pixs with you to your resting grounds and dissipate into dust, for they no longer hold any meaning to me anymore. I never really thought about how unimportant they are until this point. Which brings to this revelation that I cannot live without - perfumes, chocolates, or MAC eyeliner, but these MMS & pixs, oh yeah I can. I do not need them at all.
Jen
My new Moto/NokiaLoves
These are the bitches I have been eyeing, which one do you think is nice?
Motorola RAZR V3x Cell Phone – with Media Player
http://www.mobilewhack.com/reviews/motorola_razr_v3x_cell_phone.html
This is my top choice for the moment, perhaps influenced by the preppy white fettish my friend has been imbueing me with.
Motorola RAZR V3 Special Edition Hot Pink http://asia.cnet.com/reviews/handphones/0,39001713,39095822p,00.htm
Isn’t this so Barbie? And as the name tells you, it’s pretty but functionless.
Motorola SLVR L7 — with iTunes
http://www.engadget.com/entry/1234000323065935/
This would be my next pick if the white Razr is not available in S’pore.
Nokia 7370
http://asia.cnet.com/reviews/handphones/0,39001719,39280914,00.htm
This is something you know feminine Jen would go gaga over… but so do the thousands of other Tanjong Pagar executive sluts.... ;<
To Chu & my Ex-Motobitch
Hey Chu,
You must be so in seventh heaven now as you’ve no more paper left! Betya must be hanging out in town now, checking the latest Mango wear (btw this season’s clothes are so boringly unexcitingly black…huumppp). But your dear friend here is contemplating whether to get started with my forlorn literary texts and theories, or just watch all the vcds that I’ve rented but yet devoid of watching. So I decided to write to ya via the blog!
Know what, my Motorola bitch is pronounced DEAD!!!! I just lightly dropped her on the floor, she didn’t even land with a thud, so she shouldn’t be badly hurt right? But she just couldn’t survive such mini mishap, and black out on her screen! Fine, gladly I thought I just need to fix the screen and my lovely bitch would be back in the pink. But yesterday the servicing guy told me that they couldn't even power her up! So this bitch left me without even any last word, not even a chance for me to back up on whatever I have saved in there… my numbers, pixs and my MMS!!!!! B***** f****** h***!
And now at my most penniless state, I have look for a new Moto/Nokia/etcbitch, or I’d be stuck with my jie jie’s monophonic cockroach-hitter ancient Nokia phone. Alright, at least I’m thankful that I still have a phone... *X
So I spent yesterday’s night surfing the net for a new pet… and the 2 following Motorola hp (SLVR L7 - with iTunes & RAZR V3x – with media player), though not exactly what I want, caught my weary attention. Another Nokia phone (7370) from the L’Amour range also took my breath away too, with its alluring design, very me I think you would say… but once this range is out, I wonder how fast it would be for all the Tanjong Pagar sluts to get hold of one. So dear Churu or any of our friends who are reading this, I would love your comments on which phone I should get, or any other new phones you think will suit me, cos I really don’t want to pull my hair out over this new techobitch!
Hey ex-motobitch,
From the umpteen servicing I have brought you to, I should have known better that the frail you will not last. But your passing came so untimely when I have only unpaid bills in my pocket. You should know that you will always have a place in my heart as we have held many significant memories for this past year. You have seen me brave up to new episodes in my life; you have witnessed all those silly but once-sweet moments, and you have seen the other side of me that I didn’t even know. In all, you brought me time and time again to the land of joy and euphoria, but yet you held me up when my wrenching heart couldn’t hold on anymore. Your time with me, though short, has been worthwhile and memorable after all. Bye.
Motobitch'sSadExOwner
PIGGIN' NIGHT OUT at Brewerks
Yeh!!! Of all the empty talk I’ve made, finally this one was realized. Since a once-upon-a-time, I have been raving to Chu about the fabulous & lips-licking fish & chips from Brewerks. Since then, nothing has been on her mind except Brewerks whenever we mention about F&C. So on Sat, Chu, mandy & I headed there to have a pig out session.
I swear by it, Brewerks has the best F&C I’ve eaten so far. The fish is served in generous chunky fillets, not like the usual fare of little-meat-in-thick-batter kind that you get from most cafes. On top of that, the fish is of premium quality and freshness. It is moist and indulgingly sweet, and you would not taste any of its fishiness as it has been well-masked and sweetened by the beer marinate. The batter this restaurant creates is decadently crispy, but we felt a little too overwhelmed by its slight greasiness after gobbling four huge pieces and the fries. The dish is served with a hearty pile of fries which any Atkins dieters wouldn’t be able to take their hands off from. And the best part of the dish is its dip, which we guessed is a canjun spiced mayo. The dip-dish was nearly licked off by Chu, who just couldn’t stop dipping heheh.
Other than the F&C, we ordered the huge appetizer sampler, which we guessed could feed 6 people, but we got it anyhow (piggys….). It comes in fried calamari, bbq wings, soft shell crabs and german sausages. It’s nothing great about it as the food wasn’t served hot and as tasty as we expected from the standard of the F&C.
Too bad we didn’t order any beer cos’ we weren’t fans of beer bellies. My beer-lover friends would bash me up for not having beer in brewerks, it’s like not ordering fishballs in a fishball noodles shop. Heheh, anyway vanity comes at all cause.
With our over-stretched stomachs, we ended the night at Little India, where we went to Prince of Whales. According to my friends, there are great bands performing there and we may get to hear some hidden talents. But we were a little too late and missed the performances. We met some travelers there, had some good and somehow-irritating chats. That’s what I liked about these small pubs, you get to meet interesting backpackers who have diverse views on life. From these chats, you get to know new ideas and cultures and bring light to your own thinking. But chats are only satisfying when they are not one-sided. So our irritation point was when an Irish Ah-Peh was hogging the conversation on his life as a chef, his Buddhism beliefs blah blah blah…. Yah I know you have a life, and did you managed to catch a breath while talking non-stop? We managed to escape unscathed by making our make-believed-deep conversation.
That’s our night, a gastronomically satisfying and mind-enriching experience.
J
Chu & Jen 
chu & Mandy
Fingers posing while waiting for our food. When we reach 50, this's to remember how our hands used to look like... unwrinkled, supple & vibrant .
Vibrantly manicured claws... can't wait to get its claws on the food
What the hell am I thinking.. this isn't the way to fill me up before the food arrives... and definately not the way to make me hot!
The most gorgeous blood-sucking Pontianak
Jen simply doesn't have the patience to wait for the food any longer.... Urghhhhh!!!!! See...how silly 3 grown girls can be while waiting for their food.
Tada!!! Finally the main STAR of the night arrived. Top of the pix is the appetizer sampler ( with calamari, bbq wings, soft shell crabs & german sausages). Bottom of the pix are the Fish & Chips
Let's have a toast to our PIGGIN' NIGHT OUT!!!
Actually trying to capture the beautiful elephants lightings along Little India, but got the cab uncle's license instead. Nevertheless, thank you Uncle Toh for the smooth ride!
Rounding off the night, we laid back and chilled out at the Prince of Wales
MakeOver for the MeRry SeaSon!
Girls,
Like this new interface? heheh... let this new look mark of the beginning of ample merry-making and lotsa chilling out!
This's such a sweet sense of achievement for the IT idiot jen.
See you guys tomorrow for the Brewerks Date!
J
Emotions Diarrhoea
My eyelids don’t feel heavy at all despite this wee hours and conducive drizzly weather. Random feelings are cross-running with my heartbeat, and I need to note this moment down. I want it to be the witness of this present emotion , something which may dissipate anytime soon.
Dear Jen,
It’s alright to swear, it’s fine to curse. Who says one can find peace in this damn world, who thinks being bitter means you aren’t alright? Go ahead to hate, may there be no redemption for you and them. I can no longer see fulfillment in your resentment, for it is overridden by your hunger for hatred. I can understand your hatred for this revelation of life. Reconciliation of life, one BIG life answer, karma, good beget good … are indeed only drugs to the fool the sane.
Worthless love,
Jen
Condemn me, you are ignorant. Pity me, you are a fool.
Horror Halloween at the Revamped Z
As usual, I’m a step behind the whole world to write about our 2005 Halloween Night. Anyway, nothing worthwhile for me to rave about, perhaps only disappointments. Karen, you make a right choice to laze at home than to join us.
We reached the Z club pretty early, like 8+, to escape the dire of queuing. Lucky for us, not much people were there yet. (Naming the club as Z is to save my penniless ass, just in case I’d be sued for anything. Anyway, it’s pretty obvious which club in Singapore I’m talking about.) Chu and Mandy weren’t at all impressed with the million-dollars revamp from the Z’s exterior. Chu felt the building now resembles a marshmallowed freak from the outer zone. But at least, I found some redeeming points in the mini rain-drop-like lightings that were hung from the ceiling ^D
The first dismal of that Halloween night sparked off when the Z’s Door Bitch slammed Chu & Mandy with the $25 cover charge, for the bloody ridiculous reason that they were NOT in FULL costume. (Anyone in full costume would be given free entry to Z on Halloween) Hello BITCH??? Are you blind or brainless? Have you googled for the definition of Costume before taking up that door job? According to Answers.com , Costume: A style of dress, including garments, accessories, and hairstyle, especially as characteristic of a particular country, period, or people. Dearest readers, which part of Chu don’t you recognise is a characteristic of the fairyland? And all our clothes are gotten from No. 1 Costume Costume, brainless bitch!!!!! I know that bitch is just trying to follow Zouk’s policy… but can she plzzzz exercise a little more brain cells to ascertain such simple things?
The rest of the night followed with more frowning disappointment from the marshmallowed freak.
Hords of Z’s Polices were always so ready to
1. pounce on you whenever there’s a camera flicker when every other clubbers are clicking camera hp away,
2. send disapproving signals when you were spotted sitting on the mosaic bar which looks no different from the mosaic ledge where people usually sit,
3. & give autocratic gestures when you place your glass unknowingly at unspecified UNTOUCHABLE table.
Wow, in just that single night, we experienced the heights of SCHOOL/ GOV NOSATALGIA!!!! “Do not do this… You are disallowed to… this is according to XX policy… dah dah dah…” damn Z !
A real dampening of the Halloween spirit in that single night. However, the saving grace of that night was when you have good company with you, dear friends who would add more spice and sugar when you are ranting and swearing, and make the best of whatever mood that’s left to have some fun.
In the end, Halloween 2005 wasn't so dreadful after all !!!
Jenisdamnpissedoff
private showcase of electrico & rivermaya pt.2
private showcase of electrico & rivermaya
venue: bar none
date: 25/10/2005
time: 8.30 onwards (but we were there like 9 plus)
when we first reached there, we had a shock of our lives! the queue was freaking loong.. we din know that it would be that popular.. but luckily it moved rather fast after abt half hour of waiting.. both bands were cool.. we were jumping up and down like crazy.. crowd was good too.. had a chat with the bands as well and they were friendly and down-to-earth.. after that we proceeded to macca's to cool down.. headed home and slept.
Halloween Masquerade
Gosh what a bloody sinful night indeed… (Written at 6am, 28Oct)
Couldn’t get to sleep, perhaps there’s still tints of alcohol seeping in my blood, or maybe those spur acts of cheekiness are still churning in my mind… heheh… (wtf the case, I need to record this night down!)
Mandy and I headed to our first Halloween Party for 2005, at the Intercontinental hotel. We were pleasantly flabbergasted by the glamorous suite that we were brought to. Omg, first time my feet ever touch a suite’s ground… nearly wanted to kneel down and kiss it… maybe just trying to play up my role of a geisha (see me in the pix … dressed as a supposedly blood-sucking geisha). Fortunately, the pompous side of me gathered up and we entered in with our heads still high, but my mouth wahhh open anyway. It’s because the place was very nicely done up in the Halloween mood, from the lit pumpkins to the wool-made cobwebs, considering the hosts are all guys.
The beginning of the party was a crazy whirlwind of pix-taking with all the characters ripped off from the all-you-know media –
the unMichaelJackson-looking Willy Wonka
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a booby & dicky Alice from the Wonderland
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with the not-so-innocent White Rabbit
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the Ever-so-Mad-&-Fun Hatter
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a nocturnal fairy with a once-a-princey toad
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the Arabian princesses
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the dead in pajamas juz awaken from slumber
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the quintessential party items of the Angel & Saturn
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nonetheless the Halloween staple of witches….
BTW Mandy was dressed as the don’t--mess-with-me witch… played up by her devil-hue eye colour. She and I glided through the different groups to snap lots of pictures…astoundingly 70 pieces if I’m not wrong….
Finally, how could a party end without the usual damn crappy games, all for the holy name of not wasting the food and booze? We played some XXX card-game (too wasted to recall the name now) where everyone has to perform some feat for a number picked. Naughty I would say for some deeds, but it’s all in the ‘divine’ name of gamership & Halloweenism rite? Sorry a pact has been made to keep the details within those walls… but the keywords are hickey, français, pecks… Hahah…our fun is totally virginal, like any Lewis Carroll’s writing…. *>
Interesting snapshots of the party….
Almost everyone, men and women, couldn’t get enough of Alice’s boobs, soft yet firm…. Tender yet perky… pinching it, teasing it… btw Alice was courageously played by one of the male host… A toast to this real man!
Couldn’t make up the French guy’s pronunciation during the card-game … white or wine….pretty crucial when you have to depend your ‘game life’ on it to form your next rhyming words …
An Arabian Mauritian girl who hyper-ventilated at the very-any-everything the human species said or did…. Pretty amusing for everyone…
This is the night…. A cheeky playful night…
I can’t wait for the Zouk’s Halloween Night!
oxo Jen
Motorola SLVR L7 — with iTunes
