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OK long overdue romantic blog topic: My cousin's ROM.



I've had 3 cousins I am particularly close with all my life - they are Jocelyn & Michelle (sisters; 21 and 18) and Cally (age secret now as is married woman). I don't know if it is my Grandpa's good genes (which unfortunately I didn't inherit), but my cousins all turned out pretty gorgeous, and I had an unfortunate childhood having to play with such damsels and wilt in dark contrast.



So anyway, having said that they are all lookers, it is no doubt that all of them will get hitched one day by the best of the multitude of suitors. Gaah! But I never thought it would be so soon!



When Momo (Mum that is) announced that Cally is getting married, I had this queasy feeling in me. I mean, here is the girl that I've grown up with, the scrawny (when young anyway), big-eyed Cally, MARRIED? Becoming a mother and starting a family??



Pardon me for having a dirty mind and all, but marriage IS associated with sex and I cannot imagine her having sex because I can so remember how she looks like when she is a kid. Yikes!! I'd get pass that barrier; I would.



Cally has been with her boyfriend Jerry for like a million years and naturally it is time for the deed to be done. Wahahhaha! Did I just say it like it is a bad thing? Of course it is not. Will quite see why later:







Woke up at bloody 830am to go the solemnization, with Momo hollering at me. Apparently she tried to wake me up, and I went like, "Ten minutes ten minutes", then flipped over like a dead fish, and she didn't bother about me till half an hour later - which by then we were ridiculously late and I HAD to put on make up.



NOT MY FAULT!



She woke the neighbourhood screaming that it is all my fault for being a pig, and that we are SO gonna miss Cally's ROM, which is, by the way, once in a lifetime, and do I think the person solemnizing is about to wait for me? You are ungrateful cousin, etc etc.



Yadda yadda she continued on the drive, and then guess what? She stopped to buy char siew pau on the way. -_-



Having reached Fort Canning foul moods cleared (helped by nice char siew paus) as the weather was beautiful and the love in the air simply infectious. Plus, we weren't even late. Pui! Kanna scolded for nothing.



Oh yeah, there was this bride, who is like 50 years old or something and she came in full bridal gear (complete with veil). I mean, if you are ancient and apparently out of place amongst the blooming youthful brides, please don't bring attention to yourself by wearing such clothes. It is not as if you are not experienced enough to know that no one wears wedding gowns to ROMs. -_- Oop! Mean, mean me.





Michelle, Jocelyn, Cally, Me



My bitchy cousin Jocelyn (Jo), immediately, upon spotting ancient bride, ran to my aunties and started gossiping about people. Tsk tsk. Such 3 gu 6 po behaviour.







The solemnization process was a freaking war. The room only allowed 20 people, max, to enter to witness the solemnization, and we had around 30 people; relatives, friends and all.



Naturally some people had to make sacrifices.



Momo started counting and allowing people to go in in accordance to age (aka RANK), and knn stopped short at me. Suay ge lau sai!



I screamed blue murder, and waving my camera around like a mad person, exclaimed that I AM A PHOTOGRAPHER and I AM A BLOGGER which means I am all important and plus she scolded me for nothing just now.



Momo just looked delighted that she herself can go in, and ignored me.



My cousin Jocelyn and I (Jocelyn 1 rank higher) decided that we would rush in NO MATTER WHAT FOR IT IS OUR FREAKING COUSIN'S MARRIAGE AND WE WILL NOT MISS IT.



We strategically placed our asses behind our grandfather's (Rank: 1) and trailed him into the room successfully. Hurrah!



More photos before we move into the room. ;)





Beautiful couple and Ah gong



Please don't be mistaken. Cally is marrying the man on the right, not the one in the middle.



This old man is important. Must place his photo first. The man, for without the essence of we descendants would not exist, is my Ah Gong (grandpa). Is 80+ slightly senile.



Let me digress. Sometimes I think he is faking it. For instance, Jo and I played Mahjong with him. He kept winning.



We were beginning to break down in desperate tears when Jo discovered his secret. According to her, Ah gong's turn was after hers, and he drew a tile, had a quick look at it, decided he didn't want it, and proceeded to put the tile back and chi my cousin's discarded tile.



Jo, whose voice is very loud as it is, announced Ah gong's sneakiness to the rest of the mahjong table and mumbled that no wonder he keeps winning. The rest of us laughed.



Meanwhile, hearing that my auntie and I were laughing, Ah gong looked up from his tiles and smiled indulgently at us (as if the joke is very funny), obviously not hearing a word that Jo has spoken about his cheating.



OMG I think Ah gong is hilarious.





The aunties: Momo, Jo's mom, AUNTIE (now married so is auntie) Cally, and Cally's mum



Ok I should mention Jo's mom, Auntie Lisa, who is very funny also. I cannot stand my family members.



Jo told me that her whole family except her dad had nightmares the night before. Jo dreamt that her boyfriend jumped off a building, died, and his body remained in the jumping place while his soul was at the funeral. -_-



Michelle dreamt of some science fiction thingy.



Jo then urged her mom to tell me about her nightmare, and Aunt Lisa started animatedly.



Apparently, Girl-girl was caught by a dinosaur.



When I asked her who Girl-girl is, she told me it is their family bunny. Jo further informed me that Girl-girl is actually a boy, but they had assumed he is a girl and thus the name. When they realised their mistake, they still called him Girl-girl. I think Girl-girl is a very miserable bunny, to be staying with such a crazy family.



So anyway, back to scary dream.



In my aunt's dream, Girl-girl, although in essence the same animal, had transformed into an elephant.



Now, the elephant Girl-girl was made captive by a fierce T-rex, who held on to him with sharp teeth. Girl-girl was swinging wildly in mid-air as the dinosaur is tall.



There was a crowd below the dinosaur, and all of the crowd was trying to make the giant lizard drop Girl-girl as they think it is very cruel to bite animals like that.



My aunt, who was standing amongst the panicked people, was very surprised that the people tried to make the dinosaur drop Girl-girl. She was thinking, what if Girl-girl drop on to her (being an elephant) and squash her? So she cried, "Girl-girl don't fall down!", as she is very afraid.



End of story.





Me, Jo, Michelle





Cousin Joanna, me, Jo, Michelle





Uncle Johnny with my cousins and auntie and couple

Uncle Johnny to Jo: What are you doing now?



Jo: Accounts.



Uncle Johnny: Why you don't want to be human being want to be a cow?



Jo: ...



Everyone: ...

Did I already mention my family is crazy?





Cally's mom, bride, groom, and Cally's dad.



Do notice how the women are extremely happy while the men have placid smiles.





Outside





About to go in!



Inside the solemnization room:







He puts on the ring for her ... (Shall mention that my uncle is very happy as he works in Larry Jewellery and ring was bought from him.)





She for him.





Cally: So relieved!







"I pronounce you, Husband and Wife."



Awwwww. I teared.







Yay!



At this point of time my cousin's friend rushed up to her and passed her a gift. She urged Cally to open it straightaway.



Inside was a white cloth book with "Our Wedding" inscripted in curly silver embossing. A cover for their wedding certificate (as seen in photo)! HOW THOUGHTFUL!



Seeing the sweetness of the bride's friend, Jo and I discussed and concluded that our friends will never be so thoughtful and nice. Therefore, we made a pact to buy each other the same gift on our wedding ROMs, so that onlookers will see us and exclaim, "Such a sweet and thoughtful cousin!"



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MUACKS!!







Yay!!!



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Proceeded to Goodwood Park Hotel for buffet lunch!





Table.









Kickass pasta.





Crazy Jo.





Grouchy Smelly poking food. Smelly is always unhappy when we are with Momo's side of the family because most of the cousins are females and he gets very bored.



Jo was asking Cally about how Jerry proposed, and Cally said that it was just normal discussing and him saying they should get married. And they set the date.



Jo gasped that that was extremely boring and she, no doubts about it, will definitely expect her man to propose in a grand manner (ie kneeling down in front of whole Singapore with 2 carat diamond).



Cally begged to differ and said that she preferred the proposal to be private. What if she didn't want to marry? How was she to reject him in front of so many people? What if she was pressurized into saying yes?



Come to think of it it really makes sense, hor?



So anyway, we were congratulating her on her amazing catch, for Jerry is extremely sweet, mild-tempered, patient, and loves her like crazy.



While the topic diversified into marrying men for different criteria (ie wealth, looks, etc), she sighed and said that she doesn't need all those. If people were to ask her what she wanted from the marriage, she said, she would reply "Just faithfulness."



Yay! My cousin is a married woman!!



Give your blessings to the new couple? Do leave a comment! =)



p/s: Irrelevant comments (ie how fat I look) will be deleted without reasons provided.

Eggventure

I just bought a one-freaking-litre bottle of Bailey's from DFS at $27, so I just had some of the Irish concoction just now.



Less than 1 full mouthful of Bailey's on the rocks, and I confess myself drunk. I am THAT lousy. Help, I'm a redneck now! My blogders, please pardon me if I sound incoherent - I don't think I know what I am doing.



Because I've been very busy lately, I didn't have time for deep thoughts, which accounts for the lack of more 'indepth' blog entries. My *hic* apologies. Aye! Excuses. I have just been a lazy bimbo recently.



How much more stupid can Xiaxue get? sniffs the critical intellects who look down on tube-donning females, clicking their superior tongues in mock disgust. Aye! Far more! *hic* As this entry would show.



Yesterday I was hungry at night, and I decided to cook myself an egg.



Conversation with self:

"How would I like my eggs? Sunny-side-up sounds good."

"Fertilised."

"No, seriously, Wendy."

"Sunny-side-up lah, easier."

"But if fry egg must wash frying pan and frying slice."

"And use oil somemore."

"Maybe should cook half-boiled eggs."

"Yes half-boiled eggs is yummy."

"And also, can just throw away water in pot, don't need to wash."

"That is dirty!"

"Mummy doesn't need to know. Besides, egg only come out from chicken vagina. Chicken no period, so should not be very dirty."

"Yikes if not dirty then go lick the eggshell lah!"

"SIAO GOT SHIT ON THEM SOMETIMES."

"Ok settled, half-boiled eggs. No need to wash pot."

(Yes I do speak to myself in that manner.)



After deciding on half-boiled eggs, I begin bustling around with the pot and boiling the water.



Half-heartedly, while reading my novel (Emma; Jane Austen - Wong claims I am a loser coz I read Penguin Classics. I told her I bought 3 Penguin classics coz they are freaking cheap, $5 each) I took the fated egg from the fridge.



I went to the boiling pot, and determindedly cracked the egg on the side of the pot.



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I realised that I cannot just break the egg into water, it will conjure disgustingly bland egg-soup/egg-water.



The smart thing to do is of course to crack the egg on a bowl and scramble it, but being the dumb dingbat I am, I somehow convinced myself that a cracked egg can still be cooked into a nice half-boiled egg, and tenderly lowered the egg into the water.



Thankfully, the crack on the egg was not too big.



Here is what happens:









Little wisps of egg white, not unlike Lee Kwan Yew's fluffy hair, floated around the water in a leisurely manner. White blob appears at crack.







So cute, the blob is a bubble! I poke it with green chopstick. I went to read my book and timed the egg for a five minute boil. After some time, I went back to it.







YIKES! Foamy white substance has overtaken entire yummy egg! Surely most of the egg has leaked out? Damn!





I poke the foamy white substance. ...



Come to think of it foamy white substance looks like my scrunchie.







Really look like.







Like candy floss!







Egg turned out ok although too well-done! I pinch the foamy thing. It is surprisingly springy, like sponge. I half-thought of eating it and decided I am not brave enough.







Not a bad egg after all!



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Show you something very appetizing. Ever seen an oily crane before?



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My COMPLETELY soaked in oil used facial blotter. Amazing the amount of oil I have. I feel like a peanut.







TADAH!!



More blogging tomorrow when I am more sober. *hic*



p/s: THANK YOU FOR YOUR VOTES YOU TWERPS!! Muacks muacks muacks. Really, thanks, all of you who voted for me for the award. I am so happy to have won the section! =)



Updated: Irrelevant comments obviously meant to challenge me? Simple as pie: I delete. No commenting for everyone then. Have fun reading MY blog.

Tralala!!

Hurrah! Am going on fun-filled trip to exotic island for three days! Will be back on the 11th all sun-kissed and bronzy - bound to attract droves of men all buzzing around like over-hyped gnats. Yay!



Just finished reading Bridget Jone's diary, am writing subconsciously like her. Gaah!



No blogs entries to read till I return, so go get yourself a BJ massage or something!





We all know what is going on inside massage parlours,

but this one has no subtlety at all. Tsk tsk.



Oh yeah. Not forgetting to keep voting for me of course!! Once a day, everyday! Thank you!! =)

Zooooooouk ... OUT!

Beware beware! Photowhore coming up! I know it's the Weblog Awards 2004 now, and I should blog something a little more ... substantial ... but hell! I have like tonnes of photos I want to show, so yeah... (Trails off in patronising tone)



And thanks, you cuties who have voted! I'm really touched! It's possible to vote every 24 hours, so if you haven't voted today, please do so again? THANK YOU!!



Alright, here are photos of ZoukOut as promised!









Eileen Wee and I at Mandarin Hotel before ZoukOut



Pretty hor? Anyway, Eileen is coaching me to do hosting lah, which is why she asked me to attend her gig. *Sigh*. Once in a while we do meet some really sincerely nice people, don't we?



I am reminded of this story I just retold today ... I had this friend in RV, called Lin Liang, and she is about as nice as a button. Ok, I know it is supposed to be "as cute as a button", but what is nice supposed to be compared with? Pie? Never mind.



I heard some rumour about some people in Lin Liang's school saying she wore some skimpy clothes or something (and therefore, is a slut), and I was GODDAMN PISSED. So pissed, I almost turned monstrously green and hulky. I mean, Lin Liang is as genuinely good a person as one can ever find, and yet, there are people who don't know her, haven't even spoke to her, and yet can spout such nonsense about such a lovely girl.



You see, I am indebted to Lin Liang's kindness. For those of you who don't already know, Lin Liang was once the top student in RV (my year that is) and is pretty (hence the spiteful jealousy of certain people) as well as exceptionally brilliant.



There was this once (I think Lin Liang might be angry that I tell this to the world but I shall pretend I was drunk when I wrote this) I realised that I don't know shit about differiation the day before I took a Maths test, so, in a flurry of pure panic, I asked Lin Liang if she could help me by teaching me.



Lin Liang had the same test, conducted by the same Maths teacher (she was in a different class) one period after recess. I have my test one period after hers. When I approached her that morning, she agreed to sacrificing her whole recess to coach me (FOR FREE!! Not even a kitkat treat in return!).



During the 30 min recess, she taught me the best she could, but with no avail. Apparently *ahem* I was not cut out for differiation (nothing to do with stupidity whatsoever).



I knew I was going to fail majestically as, 10 mins from the end of recess, Lin Liang's voice was going slightly hysterical as I still failed to grasp the concept of differiation.



The bell rang. I had no idea how to do differiation. BAD, BAD, BAD! Nothing to do with her teaching skills; it is tough to teach 1 month worth of homework in 30 minutes.



I packed my stuff while Lin Liang's voice urgently repeated again and again the simple steps I should abide by to complete the simplest sum.



I told her not to worry, as I am quite used to failing A maths.



She looked horribly guilty.



The period after recess was a free period for me, whilst Lin Liang was at the next classroom doing her Maths paper.



In a remarkable twist, she popped by my class, threw a panicked look around her, and passed me a piece of paper.



I stared at her in surprise.



She said in a hush-hush voice, "Yan yan, here are the answers to the test later. I told Miss XX that I was going to the toilet, so take this, quick. I feel really bad lah, that I was not able to teach you properly just now ... Why not you just pass this test first k, then we will continue the coaching after. Don't tell anyone!"



With that she scooted off, trying to pretend like she needed the toilet urgently.



I stared at her receding back.



After gaping for 30 whole seconds at what she said, I opened the piece of paper.



Please imagine that the little piece of foolscap had a bright golden glow as I opened it. IT IS THE KEY TO MY PASSING THAT TEST!



Inside, scibbled neatly, was the full workings for each sum.



I was amazed; not only by her generosity in sharing her gift of intellect, but the fact that it was only half-time for the paper, and she had time to finish each question AND copy out the answers for me.



Now, how many of you, if you had to study so hard for a test, would so willingly let some slacking lazy bitch benefit from it? I know I might have second thoughts. And what if she was found out?



Presently came my test, and, being the nice "pay it forward" person I am, Lin Liang's answers were passed to some of my poorly performing classmates - with the criteria that they cannot copy more than what was necessary to make them pass (ditto myself).



My Maths teacher came back one week later saying 3J did an excellent job this time, and she is really proud of us.



Isn't Lin Liang nice? I mean, this is not the only occasion of course. She's the kind of person, whom when you casually mention you like purple markers, actually will get you a purple marker 10 month later during your birthday, when you yourself forgot you once liked purple markers. Such a selfless person, and why are people abusing her???! PUI!



So anyway! Huge digression. My point is that Eileen Wee is very nice lah. I mean, why is she coaching me for free??! Just because I said I want to learn and try hosting.



Where was I? Zoukout pictures yes. Please don't stare at my boobs, I will get shy.







Wanyi rudely conversing with boyfriend whilst I take bored photos at Harbourfront's hawker centre. She has the nerve to smile prettily. Pui!



Since Wanyi was so darn insolent to talk to her boyfriend while I slowly approached menopause in the long wait, I took a piece of Chin Chow from the local black drink and did this:



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WAH!!! Ugly hor? Wanyi jumped out of her skin in fright! HAHAHAHA! Really la... Sometimes I wonder why some smartass detractor would use his amateur photoshop skills to disfigure my photos. Why do it when I conveniently do it for you in photos like the one above? tsk tsk.





I like this photo! And oh oh if you have noticed, yes my tee has changed from the blue "lifeguard" one that Eekean bought for me from Thailand to the present white tank top because I passed by This Fashion and bought it for $6 (!).





We met up with Eileen (left) and her friends. Other girl is Ginny! Her boobs are mighty fine la la la (though not obvious in this pic)!





Eileen and Ginny





Wanyi and I are ah peks in hawker centres





Eileen's friends. From left, Holdie, Wanyi, Yew Seng, Ginny, Me, Eugene, Russell (Eileen's ex who gave her the humongous diamond ring and retrieved it back recently after the break-up - would you do that?), Ex-humongous-diamond-ring-owner, Natalie, and ... erm ... I cannot remember the guy's name! Sorry!



So, after all that alcohol on the table, we proceeded to ZOUKOUT! (was a freaking 1am by then)









At this point of time I must apologize. Once again, my adorable cybershot took photos of the clubbing scene impeccably, but with one major flaw. Orbs, of different intensity and sizes, keep popping up EVERYWHERE. For those of you who don't know, orbs are *believed* to be spirits.



Is Sentosa that haunted? Blah. Some argue it is light diffusion. I just think orbs are fucking annoying. I mean, if they were spirits, then can't they NOT show up on my pictures and remain transparent? Totally ruining the shots! Pui!



I apologize for the orb-filled pictures.



And also, the next fucker who asks me to clean my lens will be proded in the ass with a suede Gucci stiletto. You think, after all my orb-infested pictures, that I did not already try doing that? *rolls eyes*



I was told, before reaching, that there were four tentages. These four tents are the Velvet tent, the Mambo tent, the Phuture tent (vs present tense and past tense. Ok, lame!), and the normal Zouk tent.



Upon arrival, however, I realised that there was no indication whatsoever as to which tent is which. How then, did people group these different tents to their names?



Wanyi sagely told me people do it by the music. I.e. Zouk plays House (I think.), Phuture R&B (is it? I anyhow say), Velvet snobbish music, and Mambo the usual Retro and what's not. I don't care.



If you don't care about the music then why go, you ask in an indignant tone, being the uppity music connoisseur you are.



Well ... My answer is that I have never been to a beach party before, and I'd love to see the big fuss about it. And besides, who am I to not go? I've got free tickets to attend. Big present from who? Admirer. =)



So anyway ...







The VIP tentage is surrounded by a remarkable amount of orbs, all the ghosts no doubt wanting to get to party with the rich and famous! Boo!



After loitering around the main arena (Zouk tent) for a short while, Wanyi and I decided to move to the Mambo tent right at the other side.



The walk took us twenty minutes!



In between we saw ...







A gay looking massager!





Flamboyant paraders! (orbs again)





What's so special about this red man and his light-blub-covered friend, you ask.



TADAH!!!!







They are actually so goddamn tall!



After Mambo-ing, Wanyi and I went back to the main arena ...









to look for Eileen Wee!







And found Eileen Tan too!





(Realise how similar this is to the Eileen and Ginny picture)







Eileen's friend Eugene was playing poi with lightsticks. Alas! The effect is lost as I had my flash on.



Eileen Wee got lost in the midst of Wanyi's and my attempt to dance on the lady's podium, and we went to look for her in the agonisingly packed crowd.



Right in front of the men's podium, we tried to wade through the thick waves of half-naked men to look for Eileen.



As we squeezed through creamy, well-toned pectoral muscles and abs, I looked up to realise a sight that totally delighted me: MEN, MEN, MEN, AND MORE MEN! (good looking ones)



I tell you, it was exactly like I entered a gigolo house and the men were all surrounding me, their golden brown bodies all pulsating to the music and thrusting their hips in a lusty manner reminiscent of delightful fornication.



I was absorbing in the glorious sight before me, and thinking how I am the only female (with Wanyi following behind) when I realised it is too good to be true. Why are there no women?



I looked closely, and I realised a pair of nymphs (I swear they were good looking enough to eat with just wasabi spread lightly) standing one behind the other, the one at the back with his sculpted arms entwined around the frontal dude's eight-packed waist lovingly. He kissed his nape.



I bleahed.



I turned around to silently communicate my sudden realisation to Wanyi, who was looking pretty troubled as well.



Suddenly, heaven smelt like ass.



I have never imagined the gay population of Singapore to be so vast; around 30 million of them carassing each other, bold as brass! No respect for females! Imagine all the sodomy! We speed-walked out of gay arena, with me feeling slightly insulted that no one bothered to pretend to brush against my body. Tsk tsk. I even, for 2 seconds, thought that my boobs were not attractive.



(Disclaimer: Nothing against gays! I have friends who are. Just stating my unpleasant surprise at how Penis-Heaven suddenly turned into Gayland.)









Wanyi tried this bungee thing, which was for FREE!



Up she goes!







I swear that instructor has, like, the hottest body ever. When Wanyi bounced up with him in tow, she should have just groped his penis and asked him to marry her or something.



But she didn't.



It was 4am ... Paul Van Dyk is coming!









Look at those people worshipping him!



Ok, end of blog entry.



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"WAIT!!" you scream. "DIDN'T YOU TAKE PHOTOS OF SCANTILY-CLAD WOMEN, XIAXUE?!! I am so disappointed!"



Of course I did.



I took a photo of the girl I thought has the best body I've seen that night.



This is she:







You salivate ...







You desire ...





The award belongs to:









The transvestite in the middle.



I know lah, doesn't look too sexy, what... But this is because I caught 'her' in mid-thrust. I swear she has the nicest body EVER!! Her tummy is trim, her legs long (for obvious reasons), her boobs big, and her butt nice and round.



Really. As an authentic woman, I admit defeat. We women cannot beat the ah guas. We have cellulite, they don't. We have no tits, or saggy tits. Theirs are bouncy and pert. Their legs are going on forever.



HOW TO FIGHT?? Only they have ku ku jiao and we don't lah. And facial hair and adam's apple. And neighing voice.



Ok maybe being a girl is not that bad after all.



Some of you might be frowning. How do you know, Xiaxue, that they are transvestites? What if they aren't?



Well, I may be wrong of course. If you are said maligned transvestite, please send me an email with an attachment of your severed penis tucked into an artificial pussy and I will correct my notion. Thank you.



I'm tired! What a ridiculously long blog entry. Hope you enjoyed it. Tata!!!

Oh my GODDDDDDDDDD

For the lack of blog entries these few days... Was very busy!



I'm going to watch Eileen (Wee) host tonight at Mandarin Hotel, and after that .. It's the annual PARTY OF THE YEAR @ ZoukOut!



Anyone else going? If you see me, say hi ok? I'll be in a ridiculously flourescent hot pink bikini that I donned on simply because if I do not shine, at least my bikini will. Tsk tsk. Failing that, at least I wouldn't be knocked down by Sentosa's beach buggys as they cruise around the island while it is pitch dark (and the only thing emitting an evil glow in a ten mile radius is my ridiculously flourescent hot pink bikini).



And oh oh oh! Another blog contest? This time it seems like something larger scale is going on! It's not only limited Asia but worldwide.



It seems like I am the only Singaporean blog nominated! So blogders! Vote for me k, and let's do Singapore proud. That is if you like my blog as well. ;)



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p/s: Bikini shots? Maybe. Come to think of it, maybe I shall go take pictures of all the hot babes and hunks around (maybe catch some celebrities too *wink* [Eileen Wee is going with me]). That is, if I come back home pleasantly surprised to find my blog leading! Wahahhahaha! Love ya all.