Sports Cars and Babies

Honey you are riding high on the fast lane.

Slow down babe and wait for me!

I am in my slow car, not trying to catch up. And I will nurture mine so it will not let me down.

But the chequered flag seems to be within reach of you, whilst you forget the dust that ate you. I am happy for you, that you have found your perfect sports car. Just give it the best attention you can. But don't forget the other cars who will envy yours. Talk is inevitable.

Friend, I love you. And I will be there although in my little car, I will try to keep up with the smoke from your wheels.

Love lots,
Steph

Ski-matic

At lunch today, my colleague told us a story about why she had gotten her brain checked when she was in Melbourne.

It began like this.

She went skiing with a group of friends and had not gotten used to it. On the third day of her trip or something like that, she finally got a grip of the mechanics of skiing:

Colleague: You go first. I will follow from behind
Her friend: Okay, lets go.

ski. ski. ski. ski. ski.

VOoOOOOom

Friend: Hey isnt that *colleague*
Other friend: Wow. She was so bad but now she's so good!

Colleague couldn't stop.

So she saw a cushion pole at the end of the hill and decided that she would end up hugging the pillar-like pole. Except that she landed open armed-face flat into the cushion wall which was not cushion at but a huge metal wall. Then proceeded to bang her had on some ice.

I know it was a serious matter, but I couldn't stop laughing.

Oh Hilarious!

Say what you mean

Know how some people are just so filled with generosity that they offer you great delight to win your vote for their fan club?

It makes you feel great. You would feel like number one in their lives.

But then you wait, and wait.. and wait.. First its the days that go by. Then its the long weeks.. And then the months get to their turn of eating you up inside.

And you would just never see.

I have been meeting people like that, many these days.

I hate being promised. For the fear of being disappointed.

I dont understand why some people can't just spit the fucking truth out. If they cannot live up to their words just say "steph, i have changed my mind." or "steph, i lied"

Or if they want to lie, do it in a fashionable way instead of "oh I forgot.." with a smile. I hate that. I really fucking hate that.

I can handle the truth better than you think.

I am bent with frustration and I need to shop.

I have always believed that every person lives within their own reality. But I might be glad to say (to one, or some) that my reality is not as colourless as yours. And I don't think you know what a rainbow looks like. Yes, there may be many colours you could name. But you will never see a rainbow because your eyes are too blinded by the graying skies that cloud your already shrewd mind.

I hope I never stop seeing rainbows.

Chokerama Drama

As the lunar year always brings to me, a runny nose and a generous amount of phlegm for me to work with.

It seems to be an annual thing for me to either be peeling at the face or be virally affected.

The good thing is that I am developing faint abs from a horrifying choke-dying coughing action. Apparently its very unladylike of me, the way I cough. But I DO do a mini ab-crunch thing every time I choke on air.

Have you seen 60 year old smoker women with saggy boobs, droopy eyes and husky voices.. They usually come equipped with permed hair for some strange reason. Gives it volume i guess. Anyway. Have you seen them do a choke-dying cough. It IS scary. I dont want to end up like that.

So it has inspired me to want to go back to the gym and do heavy duty body combat classes twice a week.

I know that will never happen. But I should try I guess. Once a week should be enough. I just have to gather some form of discipline...

For the sake of a fitter body and a more healthy lifestyle, I will do this.

I think.

Change your clothes

There comes a point in eveyone's lives where you reach a cross road.

I have come to crossroads many times.

Tempted by the money-making industry vs passions that keep me alive, I am yet caught in a beyond sticky web I allowed to be built around me. So I, as preyed on bugs do, got stuck.

How does one bug get out.

There are a few spiders on my web. They have begun not to notice me. But if I made a rustle on the silky threads, their hundreds of eyes rapidly close in for scrutiny.

It isnt the most difficult situation. As most would see it, all I would have to do is tear the web apart and look for another web, less sticky, to sit on.

Its just choosing web A, B or C. Well currently I can only see two other options to land on. But how does one choose.

Im not getting any younger. But I need to grow wiser. I have digressed tremendously from what I had expected of myself, and it is making me absurdly paranoid.

It is time for a wardrobe change.

And then suddenly...

I was having a late lunch with Lo at Palate Palette on a moody Sunday afternoon. I got a phone call from Jay.

"Hey.. Shuzanne died this morning"

He said this without any hesitation or consideration. I mean, she is his best friend.

I asked if it were a joke. And what was going on. Things like that aren't funny at all.

"Of course its not a joke. She really did.. This morning. They are uhm.. they're bringing her body back from Penang.. she was there.. with some friends.."

I can't explain the shock - it was like being in a different zone, but everything else around me remained the same. Life continued without a matter of anyones life or death.. Shuzanne is one of the nicest girls i have met in recent time. Milky fair skinned lass finished with the sweetest smile and a bright heart. She can't have died. She's a good girl. She can't have died.

But she did. She was crossing a road in Penang and got hit by a car.

Just.. like.. that.

How fragile.... So fragile.

I mean, just like that. She went. That was it. Just like that. I will never see her again. I hadn't even said Happy New Year to her yet.

And suddenly, she's not there.

Recharge Revelation Global Gathering 2007

This was the event we had been looking for for months..

I remember not knowing a thing about it when Willy suggested that there was this party in Malacca ont he 27th October. I was like Hmph go yourself.

THen he mentioned "they have bands, FOAM BAR and ROLLER DISCO!!!"

XAvie and I were bought.

So we were sitting at Amy and Joe's place having a barbecue one day when Renai suggests we make shirts that describe us or what we like or just something stupid. We hadn't booked our tickets OR villa OR apartment yet but we were already planning what to wear and what to bring and all that jazz.

So Renai gave Xav the booklet with all the details - Map, telephone numbers, featured DJs etc.

We got a Villa. Renai was shocked cos she couldnt get one (out of stock). Xavie explained that it was because someone pulled out and she got it. TOTALLY AWESOME. It had its own pool. HOW COOL IS THAT.

So approaching the party date, I was all OkAyyy its a rave.. whateverr.. But as it got to like the day we were leaving, I was all jumpy, excited and just soooooo pumped!!!

I mean this was my first ever trip with my best friends. ALL of them. Except 3 who (one had to go for someones bday party, the other was in Singapore and one more in Canada)

So there was Allan, Lydia, Xavie and Willy in my car. Alvin had gone with his colleagues and Renai had gone on her own. Christine and her friends had taken a cab there. It was just too exciting that we were all going to meet there and partay like idiots.

My sisters came along too, them and friends in two other cars. They took half of the villa whilst we took the other half which faced the pool.

Our villa was super. Single storey but just so cozy! First thing we did was

We spent a good 2 hours by the pool, and in the pool; sipping cocktails whilst my little sisters and their friends played cards in the villa. Too shy apparently.

Willy had to be at the Global Gathering by 7pm. Renai came over round 6.30 and was horrified to see us putting on mascara

"WHAT ARE YOU GUYS DOING?! YOU'RE WEARING MAKE UP!?! I THOUGHT WE WERE GOING TO GET DOWN AND DIRTY!!!"

2 minutes before we stepped out of the house she runs in to put on some makeup

We were JUST about to get into my car when this yellow shuttle appears like the carriage that awaits Cinderella. It was a difficult decision.. To go or not to go. In the yellow shuttle.

So we got on the Yellow Bus, which was called the "Banana Shuttle". Xavie said it was like a giant vibrator. Coz it vibrated so much.

The fuckin bus stopped one km away from our bungalow. WHATTTTT. We had to get off, wait half an hour and pay RM2 for the one that would take us to Party Land.

We waited SO long for the next BANANA Bus Shuttle to pick us up. Willy was panicking. So Renai stopped a random kancil and hopped in. Me, Xav, Allan and Lyd stood there.. waiting.. and waiting.. and then 7 sharp, the Banana came.

It felt as if we were goign through some safari.

When we got in. WHAT A MUD FEST!!!!! Toooooo MUChhhhhh MudDDDD. My pretty blue jelly shoes were walking on cow shit mud! The stench. The moist squishy stinky mud.. It was so gross.

But it was fun I'd say, despite the mud. But i think i wouldve had more fun if the mud had been dry.

I was pretty sad to leave. It was a great holiday for me. Great place to stay, great friends, beautiful holiday.

Sticked and Stoned

After a full three months comes one day where I can finally lay my fingers to type on this long-forsaken page.

I got in late for work today. I had the diarrhea last night, which kept me up most of the night. And this morning. So I only left my house for work at 11.48am, dropped by BluInc for abit and then got into office at around 12.27 ish.

I think Alvin's Mi Sedaaap killed me. I cant think of anything else I had for dinner that would have contributed to my D-Rhea.

"Let me cook for you guys, this is the best. I make the best, let me show you how its done" Alv announces to Allan, Juan Pablo, Willy and Xavie

"No alvey thats not how you cook it" nags me.

"Shut up steph. I know what I'm doing"

"WHAT?! Button mushrooms in.. "
"Yeah i knowwww but i feel like putting them in for some western flavah"

"Okay. I'll stir..."

"Yeah Steph, mix em all in!"

"What is alvey doing" whispers our lost Chilean friend, Claudio who's watchin intensely trying to learn how to cook an INSTANT NOODLE dish.

"Dunno. he's cutting everything up (including the serai and cili padi) with a scissors"

"WATCH AND LEARN CLAUDIO, YOU'RE GONNA WANT TO DO THIS AGAIN"

Claudio and I shrug at each other and continued helping Master Chef cook.

Yeah it was super yummy. LOADS of cili Padi tho. But Yummy..

But then the next day, for the entire day, i had major tummy issues.

My colleagues were so sweet to give me 100 plus and Leo's mom left me a bag of Diarex (for diarrhea). I brought Redoxon for vitamin C energy. I skipped lunch cause

1. Im fat

2. I dont want to turn the butt tap back on. So i'm doing my best to control the war amongst the organs.

I look like shit today. So i wore mucho make up. Which then makes me look alcoholic. I dont know why. But for some reason I feel like I look alcoholic today. I look like an alcoholic journalist who hadn't had her first cigarrette of the day.

Whilst waiting fro a line of calls and emails to get back to me, I sit here. Bored.