all begins with L

Slashfood posted an entry on Gourmet’s Top 50 Restaurants 2006 and I went “W(where)TF is elBulli?!!”, then i realized it’s AMERICA’S top 50.

Having to embrace this cult does not do good to one’s bank account. And don’t you dare call me yuppie because being Young & Professional does not bring one to such gastronomical journeys.

Not yet.

You still owe me Amber, and what happen to Sage??? Boo.

“Lingerie associated with sensationalist scenarios, orgasmic gazes and explicit messages will certainly keep the public looking for a while to come. But as we become increasingly immune to such advertising for products across the board, it will fall on the lingerie industry to continually redefine and capture what Roddick calls our “hidden sexual tension” - the suggestive rather than the explicit.”
— Lingerie’s grown-up new look: artsy, edgy and witty
By Robb Young, International Herald Tribune

I particularly like this,

“True eroticism is having your sexual imagination inspired as opposed to confronted”
–Sam Roddick, Owner of Coco De Mar.

Because we all have an emotional tendency of a man.

“I don’t worry, I anticipate.”

Which is worse, you said. Because then you’ll have expectations. And when they are not met, you think it’s failure.

Is it? Perhaps.

“We give advice by the bucket, but take it by the grain.”
— William R. Alger

… to be able to say

“Oh yea, I was the regional manager for xxx, did a couple of shoot for that ad firm and yes had a stint as a creative director with xxx for _______ before landing myself a billion dollar deal, elBulli was gd, let’s do it again sometime. “

and wake up one day to say “Fuck it all, I’m gonna do my thing now.”

Why are we slogging through all these again?
Because life is a Runway to be realized and if only I could accelerate the process.

And I’m going to tell those kids that Success is when you’re able to wake up and say “hey I actually like what I’m doing and look the pay is not half as bad.”

For those who will be in charge of the powerpoint slides, let us put up a good show for a neat end to all the fluff.

And Garr Reynolds’ will teach you how.

Out of randomness, I found myself tramping along with the crowd of a million familiar faces just because.

It was the first day of a pre festive season bazaar and a concert was staged by Suria to usher in the holy month of Ramadhan (aka The Muslim Fasting month). For some marketing stunt, the opening act was a Chinese song sang by a native speaker.

If that was not mind boggling enough, somewhere in between the chorus, she broke into memorised lines which went something like “Apa khabar sume? Harap sume bai-baik, samat datang ke konsert ini… (of which the rest I’ve yet to decipher)” Translating to “How’s everyone? Hopefully all is well, welcome to this concert…”

And then a group of a homegrown/local/native boyband who calls themselves ‘Budai Pantai’ (which translate to Beach Boys) came on stage and had us an acapella of a totally irrelevant American hit song. Because the malays were originally known as Orang Laut which means Sea Men, ‘Budak Pantai’ makes quite a relevant band name to have an appearance in such an event.

I have no qualms with the concept of racial integration. But I guess authenticity is the key to a more harmonious living, on and off stage. And this evening was all but the sheer existence of it.

Toast to effort at least, I guess.

Few years ago my pc had a virus, costing me quite a bit. Two years worth of photos disappeared into twilight zone along with the motherboard. The virus was known as ‘Toe Fuct’ (ikidyounot). So all my files were renamed as such: “toe-fuct.exe, toe-fuct.jpg, toe-fuct.txt”. If only the jpeg files could be opened, I’d be able to see what it looks like.

Now you must be wondering why the hell am writing about “toe-fuct” the virus.

Because I am reminded of it thanks to a real toe infection. Because when my unfortunate peers caught a glimpse of it, they went “Fuct…….”.
I was actually pondering over the significance of my infected small toe. What happens if it rots away? What is the use of a small toe? Will I be functionally handicapped without a small toe? No dear God, I am not hoping to find out. JUST WONDERING.

So yes, I finally made the decision to consult the gp becuase it looks way too severe to prolong my fascination with it.

p.s. am really sorry ray for missing your big bash, am toe-fuct for real.

… sometimes.

It was a good old gathering I very much needed after a string of drunken days and sobbing nights. The familiarity that lingers tickles the heart knowing that not too long ago, we were making cheeky winkies, nudging boyfriends of girlfriends, vice versa, for his/her pager number. United by the national anthem, we aren’t that distinct now are we.

I have to hand it to our music jukebox. The phrase “burn out” does not quite exist in his vocabulary even after an evening stint at the Acid Bar. An evening of comfort food and live performances, all that was missing was a void deck. Unleashed the mat within us all, we sang those songs all through night long!

Cosy indeed.

And yes Shift, someone whispered to me of your seeming resemblance to someonewe know. You looked gorgeous darling.

And you! I’m glad you had fun.

i Fallible. There is no escape, just excuses, even then. There are reasons (not to justify) for what I’ve done but none of such for what the consequences are. Maybe no one except us truly understand the real matter underneath because there is none who is on both side. The plane is always tiltled, just like the axis of the birthplace of mankind.

ii Maybe I need to get my heart broken. Though the canvas need not be torn to be scared. Repetitive stroke of paint to avenge does the job, just as bad.

iii And I layer it with a new tone, but the very fact remains, etched somewhere beneath the beauty.

iv I will however frame it up and hang it on my wall, of fame and glory, of shame and fury… ornamenting life.

May we smile at ourselves silly, someday.

“Revenge is sweet, and best served cold.”

Give me the damn dessert, now.

Thank you for asking.

;)

“She sure is gorgeous but I still prefer my crescent.”
Words from a dear friend whose unshaven outlook deceives the genius within.

Once in an orange moon, and it was basking in its glow last night. Bless us who caught the rare beauty in sight, it was an orange fullmoon last night!

Surreal but nice.

I miss coffee & banana cake.
Where can I get coffee & banana cake?
When can I get coffee & banana cake?

I want my coffee with banana cake.
For breakfast, again.

I fear mediocrity first, and monotony second.

How do these people get their PHDs? No really.

“She may be the face I can’t forget
The trace of pleasure or regret
Maybe my treasure or the price I have to pay
She may be the song that summer sings
May be the chill that autumn brings
May be a hundred different things
Within the measure of a day”

–Elvis Costello, She.

And I kill you in my song while you kill me in yours,
When you sing me in your song and I sing you in mine.

I am convinced that afternoon naps bring in the best and the weirdest of dreams.

Today I dreamt that I was a participant of a Sleeping Competition(Ikidyounot). And a white guy commented that Asian can’t sleep for long. Guess what…

I tried to prove him wrong.

Ta tak tsst.

So yes, the name appeared in the papers Today with someone else’s face smack on it.

Sorry Marc, I’d have liquid-paper it for you before they were sent out nation wide, but hey the whole damn column deserves a renovation (made as if we were auditioning for college prom de beautes).

Then again, my prom queen world peace statements probably deserve a standing ovation as compared to what I’ve uttered in the last audition of mine.

Qn: So if there is any place in the world which you’d never want to go, where would that be?
YoursTruly: I don’t think there’s such a place as of now simply because I’ve yet to encounter a place I’d never want to return to. (fuct that is so politically correct, see what sch does to me)

I meant to say, Varanasi, once and never again.

Judge1: Oh come on there must be one damn place that you’d never want to set foot in. (bitch-mode-on-the-run)
YoursTruly: A place full of snobbish people, who think the world of themselves and know jackshit about it.
Judge1: Oh, you mean England. (I almost said Yea.)

Qn2: If there’s one place in the world you’d like to visit where would it be?
MeButNotReallyMe: Iceland (wtf!), because I can’t stand cold and would love to see where my threshold lies. (At this point, I know school’s back for good.)

I meant to say, BORACAY damn it. And no, no more dysentry and diarrhoa at minus two degrees celcius ever, ever.

Some people deserve their own show, you know who you are. *wink*