S . A . D . I . S . T . S with an obsession

Of Shieldtox as weapons, mirrors and half naked men in boardshorts

2006-12-11T12:38:00.000+08:00

Sheen says:

It has been a tornado ride, no doubt. With the thousand and one events that happened in this year, 2006 seemingly pass with literally, the blink of an eye. It has been an impossible rollercoaster ride, for the girl and yours truly. With barely 22 days to the end of this eventful year, with the bruises healed, scars still visible, we escape with relief, and step straight into square one of the repetitive cycle, with full view of next year's happenings, complete with dread and anticipation mushed together and spooned into our mouths eagerly.

No complaints here, cos they are events of glee, ones that we would look back and smile, ones that would result in a lifetime of bliss and a swing for entertainment, they had better be so.

Dear, I can see it happening right before my very eyes. It will work out perfectly fine, we will make it so. Things seem to be hitting a rough patch now, though plans have barely started. We've got a couple of things on track, and that's something good isn't it?

In time to come, we'll have a new place to chill, complete with a built in playground, make sure you clean up though!

For now, we'll work hard, and on 23rd, we'll play hard, ride like no tomorrow, hide all mirrors from David, arm ourselves with Shieldtox against the monsterous sandflies, oogle at half naked men in boardshorts, laugh ourselves silly at the other side of David and have a fantastic time.

Oh, let's cross our fingers, toes and eyes that Shawn would not be going, if he does, I foresee a war brewing, cos the smoke's already in sight, at the Board Shop.

After so many months on hiatus..

2006-12-10T01:09:00.000+08:00

I decided to put in a thing or two of what has been spinning in my life.

Lots & lots have happened and I'm glad they did.

Firstly, wakeboarding has somehow driven me nuts & craving for it time & again. It's only been 2 weeks since I last ride and I'm dying waiting for the next trip to Batam. Hopefully, the crowd on the 23rd will not be that overwhelming cuz i need the rounds the polish up on my tabletop.

Speaking of which, yes, Philippines was a bliss. Or should I say Camsur is beyond words. Never regretted that last minute decision to go there. I had the time of my life, by far. I'm wishing I'm there now, riding my rounds, hitting the kicker, sipping the heavenly & CHEAP mango shake at my break times, gasping in awe as I watch Christian Gruner & his other German friend fly in the air. Sigh.. I wish.

Relationship has been wonderful, better than I expected. Finally, we're quarrelling about real things and not the trivial stuffs. With that, I foresee many more quarrels up ahead. It's been 5 years now & as I look back, I wonder, How the hell did I come to like this guy? What made us last till this long? With all the things that I've done that have hurt him, how on earth did he manage to forgive me?

Yup, I've wronged him in many ways. We had quarrels like that of Typhoon Durian and WW2 but I just it has come to the point that I dun give a fuck about other things anymore that would piss him off. I'm glad I reached that turning point.

That aside, something unexpected happened, something which came a lil too soon, something which has yet to register in my mind & yet is exhausting me aldy. I am still contemplating as whether to scream in joy or be frustrated with all these other things which tag along with it. Am sure glad the girl is going thru this with me. As for now, I can strike off 1 item from the list...and many more to go.

The year is coming to an end now and 2007 is gonna be sonic for me, the girl & the guy. I'll be surprise if we get thru this.

Yes, Sheena, I owe you a bunch of photos but I'm plain lazy to upload them. Will do, soon, ait, I hope. Before the trip on 23rd. Hahaha!!

Ok, waiting for the guy to come back with my fillet-o-fish and hot fudge. I love cravings. ;>

A tiny push to get to the checkered flag

2006-11-13T12:07:00.000+08:00

After neglecting this virtual space of ours for so long, not by choice. I'm back, just for a moment, amidst my work pile.

3 consecutive weeks of wakeboarding has left the water permanantly clogged in my brain, forcing thoughts of riding into my head every morning when I face that stretch of sea out there. I finally succumbed to the temptation, the material loves, the pocket hole boring possessions. My Angel. My Transit.

I'm now knee-deep in payments, but I'm one proud, happy and satisfied customer with squashed toes and twisted ankles!

Thanks Mike! Love ya!

Everyone's falling in love with wakeboarding. It is addictive. Point proven, once again.

The girl's got it pretty hard with work and all, she's leaving her usual self behind in Singapore. You'll be fine dear, I'm here all right? Anytime, just a call, I'll come zipping down.

On a side note, my mood's been weighed heavily down by my Asia Pacific conference. Since a long time ago. Somehow, time isn't on our side. As much as I'm dreading it, I shall drag my butt over there and mingle with the people, and make sure nothing screws up.

Proper updates will be done soon, real soon, after we get work and exams over and done with. The 3 sadists will be back. Read my lips.

My Energizer alter-ego is getting a little too stretched for comfort now, but trust me, I will make a complete round on my next trip. Mark my words.

Last but not least, love ya dear! We'll do our much needed therapies real soon all right? I'll get your bikinis for you, if I manage to get time to go shop, and enjoy Camarines Sur with your guy!

Hang in there!

My secret fantasies.

2006-10-26T12:10:00.000+08:00

Sheen says:

We're finally able to actually countdown with ease and much anticipation, peppered with lots of excitement and dashes of frustration.

The 10 minute walk in the rain paid off. Sounds like we'll be heading to Mike's shop a couple more times!

To be totally honest, I was blown away when you listed your purchases. 2 boards, a vest, a pair of gloves, a helmet, shorts, and I can't recall what else. I would have choked on my Carlsberg, if I had a mouthful then, or was it the beef fried rice? You get the idea, babe.

The mini fashion show we had, when I was "forced", I mean convinced to change into some board shorts that made me look like I had scaly skin, and a really nice tank top, well, all's not for nothing, I got the tank top as a Christmas gift! Thanks Mike!

Darn! I should have tried on more! Perhaps, I could have gotten my Angel or Cadence as a Christmas gift! (I'm just kidding Mike! Hold your horses! Really!)

Heading down to Lazy Lizard was great. Like the girl says, never have we thought we can be so open between her guy and us. There, the bet was made. Come this Saturday, should I be able to stand, our dear Mike will run around the cable ski park butt naked! Mike, seriously, with your busted knee, we'll forgive you for strolling you know.

Notwithstanding, my dear all fairy godmothers, fairy godfathers, elves, pixies, magicians, harry potters, wizards, witches, if my commands should fail, I beseech you to combine every single drop of your powers to make me stand, and ride, like never before. Not to see Mike butt naked (We're closet lesbians remember? We fantasize about each other. No threesomes in our agenda.), but the wholesome purpose for me to finally stand.

Till then, I shall spend my days and nights, fantasizing about riding Angel.

Tiptoeing across the skies.

2006-10-11T13:49:00.000+08:00

Sheen says:

That feeling, was phenomenal. It felt better than falling in love. Elevates you, rejuvenating and like a shock right through my skin. The kind when you want to scream it all out of your system, but all you can manage is to grin like a fool, trying to suppress all the bubbling feelings right down to your tummy, so that even if you feel like one, you don't look like it.

I'm glad we didn't give up. I'm happy we made it through. I'm overjoyed cos they loved it.

Nothing beats it. Seriously.

I doubt my toes have reached the ground yet. Let me indulge in it just a while more and its back to business as usual.

This, is what we push ourselves so hard for. Enough said.

Shutting the noise off

2006-10-10T00:07:00.000+08:00

Farella says:

And so i won a project. My first baby.

Suddenly I see a sudden jolt on the scale. A tightness on the temples. An extra wrinkle by the side of the eye.

Officially dubbed account exec cum consultant, the hours at work seemingly shortened by 3 folds, the to do list unrolls longer than the toilet roll, and the arms and hands are forced to multi task likening an octopus.

At times I feel like dropping this burden, lift up my can-can skirt and ran away as far as I can. Away from Jayun, away from motorshow and that least favourite handphone company.

I've a presentation tmr, yet here I am at my cuz's place trying to relive those moment when we have no worries about the future or work. Life was simple then. And I miss that.

I need a break, quick.

I need chapatti.

How far will i go?

2006-09-29T13:58:00.000+08:00

Farella says:

It's a sonic hedgehog week. I hardly breathe or stop in my tracks to fathom the things happening around me. I simply stepped on the accelerator, with a faint heart anticipating a monster truck that I know I will hit at the next junction.

Work is infinite while the mind and body are close to their breaking points. Meetings squeezed themselves in between the already bursting schedule and made my social plans run amok.

I suppose I have a choice to escape from this suffocating situation, just that I strongly believe that I've something to prove to The Father. Yea, he sees no future in the line that I'm in and I absolutely beg to differ.

Then again, that was before. Mission 'To Defy the Big Guy', taking all opposites from those he wanted me to. PR may not be in my 'What-i-wanna-be-when-I-grow-up' list back then but I somehow feel a passion for it now. Hectic schedule and 1-ton heavy workload aside, I'm loving it. What more, if everything goes well, I may have to get myself a new set of namecards. ;>

Just needed an outlet to rant to avoid unnecessary breakdowns, be it physically or mentally.

I need a hug. A long hug. And maybe a short bawling session too.

an oxymoron entry, i know.

Shutting the noise out.

2006-09-22T11:32:00.000+08:00

Bikinis and boards going to go into the dark closet for one month. This, is the time to fully indulge in intellectual stimulation and body harmonizing. We'll be fully committed to projects and tests, with work embracing us like a koala to the eucalyptus tree. Undesirable alternate late nights leave me starving for sleep.

It's Friday today. Like the girl says, time just stepped on the accelerator a tad too forcefully. Leaves us panting and gasping for air. It's hell of a wild ride, but I should be able to attest that we are thoroughly enjoying this fulfilling journey.

We've learnt, to fully utilise our time, to seek reason for celebration in even a minute of silence.

We've understood, the concept of setting our priorities straight, to gain something far more worthwhile by losing something momentarily desirable.

I was stopped dead in my tracks and my momentum made haywire when the girl reminded me, "We just have to bear with this for awhile...just two years."

With that, a sigh was let out unvoluntarily. The mere fact was overwhelming, at the wee hours of 3 in the a.m.

You know what, dear, I thank my lucky and unlucky precious stars that you're in this with me. Through the pile of crap work we receive, we'll find that material love a motivation to push on and survive, bank on the alter ego to propel through this dark and muddy waters and lean on each other for support if we have to. Even with the acceleration of time, we will no longer overtake. We will soar.

Let's bold the 5 year plan on a luminous yellow post it note and stick it on each other's forehead, just imagine will you, that, will be the guiding light on OUR runway. Even if it takes us an entire container of Redbull and a diet of hot fudge sundaes or milkshakes, we shall break through the clutter and noise to deliver.

"For performance, we will accept nothing less than exhilarating. "

We're consumed in our obsession to fly.

When time steps on the accelerator

2006-09-22T00:04:00.000+08:00

I was up for my morning shower today when i suddenly stopped in my soaping tracks.

"What day is today? Wednesday or Thursday?"

I thought hard. Felt lost for a while, man.

The week sped like a bolt of lightning. The to-do doesn't seem to get any shorter. My inbox's flooded. Fingers' drafting emails while I'm on the phone with an event organiser. Deadlines closing in like a curious puppy tagging behind wanting to find out what's up my ass. And what's not helping at all is that half the time i'm out in search of a good event venue.

Speaking of which, I was at the new National Museum today and i was instantly swept off my feet. The place is UBER gorgeous. And the rent cost a bomb too. But i really hope the launch will take place there. I can aldy visualise the entire event. *grins*

Moving on to a not-so-exciting topic, the AD book is really draining me mentally. Sheen dear, i think about Svenska at every tick of the second hand but the fact that we dun have the time and energy to sit down and give our whole heart to it is killing me. I'm in love for the second time. (Editor, this is material love ait. ;>) Let's set aside this weekend for AD Book before it feels neglected and we lose our momentum.

Past midnight now and i guess i should catch up on my beauty sleep to be on my toes for tmr. And Mike, see ya tmr!!!

Pilots wanted.

2006-09-20T21:25:00.000+08:00

Finally, I peeled open the many layers of this catchy phrase. Simply, it's a calling. They're calling for potential buyers to take a test flight and eventually purchase this high involvement gorgeous piece of metal.

Late night with Sheen yesterday drained whatever energy left in me. The guy gave 5 wake up calls this morning but I missed all five. It was only until the Big-yet-small Momma gave me a wake up SHOCK. Though a defibrillator was much in need, I managed to hold tight my insides and made it to work. Stoned, zombified and the oh-so not pretty dark rings prevailed. My body is oh-so ready to crumble down likening the pieces of Lego.

Now I dread those alternate nights, and the fact that the 14-day week has stretched by multiples. Strand by strand of hair will fall, moods might turn sinosoidal, Migraine will slowly edge to rule this human body of mine.

Buy me cartons of Red Bull, somebody.

How to fly without leaving the ground

2006-09-20T15:49:00.000+08:00

"Perhaps it's our heritage that drives us. We're consumed with making the handling of each and every Saab just that bit sharper. We're obsessed with making the drive more intuitive. As for performance, we'll accept nothing less than exhilarating. A turbocharged 250bhp V6 will see to that. With a Saab 9-3, you don't need to leave the ground to fly."

Svenska Aeroplan Aktiebolaget

Sweet surrender

2006-09-19T11:18:00.000+08:00

Just when I'm getting somewhere, like 5 seconds gliding, then we have to go for a hiatus amidst our tazmanian-devil madness sadistic obsession. I think by the time we head back for the waters on October 28th, my penguin twin will take over my Energizer alter ego. Please, I cross my fingers and toes and all things crossable that I can stand up at least till the first corner on that day of celebration itself.

I pray, my birthday will bring me luck. May the power of wakeboards be with me.

Dear, it's not a routine by choice. All thanks to your guy, captain of Home Team Eye Candy, my ears ring non stop after every wakeboarding session.

Nonetheless, I still want to thank him for being such a gentleman and sweetie, for always encouraging me, be it sarcastically, nicely, gently or naggingly to bring out the Energizer in me. For helping me with my bindings, constantly checking if I'm still breathing after I face plant and if my nose is still there, for laughing at me, for teaching me how to wear my bra and undies after I morph into a penguin princess, and of course, for willingly giving up riding the bike to accompany me on the train rides for wakeboarding Saturdays!

A huge shout out to you papacow! "THANK YOU!"

Only for today all right, we'll go back to stepping on each other tails and manje manje love hate relationship the next time round.

One fine day, we'll quench your guy's thirst to go try the boat wakeboarding. Either through means of Errol or the hunkable David. We'll see. When you get your board perhaps.

40 days till our next body abuse and our next eye treat!

Hopefully, Long, Ming, Mike and the entire home team of cuties will be there.

One more crash, I would have gone dumb

2006-09-17T20:38:00.000+08:00

The final fortnight & the start of a 40 day-week! *groans*

Yeap, had a final go for the sadistic obsession last Saturday. The guy was ready to start off lil tricks (like his cute bunny hops), sheen tried to at least glide and me, get over that horrible mean corners. And hell yea we had a great time!

On Island Jade

Errol came along this time with his Energizer alter ego packed friend, Kelvin. Love that spirit man! HAHAHA!!! I still wonder how he went on non stop. *ponder ponder*

Like a routine, Sheen and the guy got into their love-hate relationship, some times manje-manje, other times stepping on each other's tails. Sigh. I just let these kids be. ;>

Like what Sheen says, there's not much eye candy this weekend but we still have our home team of cuties - the guy & long. HAHAHA!!!

And so now time will crawl till the day we get to quench our obsession once again. Counting down the days to the next trip to Batam. AGRH!!! I'll go cuckoo-kerazy!!

When the mind simply refuses to focus

2006-09-13T02:18:00.000+08:00

It's 2am now and if i had followed my mental plan right, i should be done analysing one third of the Saab 93 ads. But no. What did i do instead? Some so-not-important-at-all stuffs like cleaning up my desktop, going through emails and re-designed the blog. URGH! Focus girl!

Wonder how study at McDees gonna be tmr. Sigh.

On a lighter note, my 14-day week will soon come to its end. the weekend's approaching and I'm 'itching' all over. Mike called earlier saying that he'll be flying off to US tmr for 2 weeks hence not able to join us this Sat.

It's ok Mike, as long as we can still use the PS3! HAHAHA!!! k, k, kidding. You'll be missed. Slightly. But you better be there on Sheenz bday ya!

So, dear, let us get over our study sessions and look forward for the weekend. It's time we let our hair down! (Tho, we actually have last fortnight).

Ait, sweetest dreams!

Planning in record time

2006-09-12T04:08:00.000+08:00

I have never done this before. N-E-V-E-R. Ok, maybe during my shopping sprees in Bugis market & the latest Bangkok trip buying some cheap lovelies at an impulse.

Yesterday, in the wee hours of the morning, the guy & I made a crazy decision.
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NAH! Just kidding! Hah!

Okok, seriously now, we have tix confirmed to Philippines! For those who are wondering why in the world are we going Philippines, well its that latest craze we're into and this one sure costs a bomb. Much more powerful than my torpedos.

Yeap, right after my finals, I'll be set packed waddling to the airport, transfer to a cheap 8HR! bus ride (with plenty of barf bags on standby) and to the water paradise.

WAKEBOARDING PEOPLE!

So, 2 months from now, I'll get to breathe new air, face plant in new waters and ache in a foreign land.

Who can beat the record time - less than 24hrs?

ps: i dunno why but i'm so excited about the AD Book. Saab 93's ad is simply awesome. LOVENESS!

Farella

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2006-09-11T17:03:00.000+08:00

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Face planting

2006-09-11T09:35:00.000+08:00

Come this Saturday, it's bikinis and boards once again, this time round, with the "expert-in-training"! I've got a feeling, I've got to be brave and withstand the power of torpedoes in order to fall in style. The expert has been warned. Should he in any event, stiffle the slightest of all giggles, he'll be conked on the head with a board.

Apparently, the wait is killing the girl. Our weeks have been stretched from a 7-day week to that of a 14-day week. My brain is officially on urgent leave till this Saturday, as the nia-ing pain overpowers my brain cells. Mind over matter. Mind over matter. Mind over matter. Time to unleash the inner gurkhas!

On another page, we've got 1 tiny item down on our neverending toilet roll to-do list. I love the Saab advertisements and I can't wait to get started. However, the mind is strong yet the flesh is weak. At the very least, our intensive seminars are over and done with.

No worries, we'll all be fine. Till the next bickering session with your guy and face planting session, I'll hold my peace and my nose in place.

You are so beautifuuullllll....to meeeeeee.....

2006-09-08T12:42:00.000+08:00

Ooohhhh I love you baby!

My new love. My new bikini board. Gorgeousness. Enough said.

Yes Mike, you are biased. We need good pictures. Shall bribe you with vodka next time round.

Dear, if this the case, I shall have to forgo my white and purple bikini and get a pink and black bikini to make do first!

Feeling really bimbotic. I think I left some part of my brain at the crash scene.

Pics from the shutterbug

2006-09-08T10:57:00.000+08:00

Sheen, this is the best shot i could find.
That's me, so not glamour.
Cute guy ALERT 1
CUTE GUY ALERT 2

Dear Mike,

If you ever read this, YOU'RE BIASED TOOT!

Snap here, snap there but all the godd pics are that of Sham's. I waked up and down and you took a shot of me almost hitting the water.

I know you're a carebear inside but please, nicer pics next time ya.

In the meantime, will make do with the not so nice pics of us and the gorgeous pics of the guy.

HMMPH!!

We skidded. We crashed.

2006-09-08T09:27:00.000+08:00

I almost lost my life yesterday.

My first accident.

It happened so fast, I can't remember what happened.

All I remember was the car skidded, then turned a 360 degrees, hit the centre expressway divider hard, and came to a stop. Then, I realised, the windscreen was slightly shattered, the whole car was in a mess, the front bumper was on the floor, the rear headlights were shattered and the car couldn't move.

I was motionless momentarily. Melted into my seat. I knew I hit something or something hit me, but no idea where.

The ambulance which was behind us before the accident got us out of the car. I could feel my legs shaking. We even had the civil defence people stop traffic on the highway for us to cross over!

Once across, barely a couple of minutes, 3 other cars crashed into each other cos of our mutilated car. I saw in right in front of my eyes. I was shocked. Shocked beyond words.

I'm pretty lucky that I escaped with just a sprained neck, a bump on my head, a sore right cheek and a slight headache.

My side of the car missed the car in front by centimetres. I recall mentally preparing myself for the impact.

Sigh.

The short & stumpy, the drool worthy and the Carlsberg breath

2006-09-06T10:33:00.000+08:00

Oh my, the horoscopes are so true ain't they? I get a shock right through my skin and let out a little gasp everyday I read them. Gosh! It's really scary.

Back to before, oh yes, Ming is definitely very drool worthy. At the very least, with a few snaps of your fingers, you managed to get his name. Despite the fact that he drinks Vodka Redbull Freeze, he is *ahem* very fine in all other areas. Especially when he's out there riding. Thus, the Vodka Redbull Freeze can be overlooked. We'll stick to and hug our Bailey's though, and make sure our remaining wee bit of leftover Bailey's wasn't substituted with Teh Si by Long!

I'm not going to heed Mike's advice though, I'll keep away from the short and stumpy with the Carlsberg breath, but I will keep my eyes locked on him when he's out there, riding I mean. But he can still share my Bailey's provided we both don't have to move to get the ice.

You know what, babe, I'm so looking forward to October 28th! I'll let my Energizer alter ego take over completely, and make sure I can stand up by then! Anyway, I think we've relit Errol's flame of interest in wakeboarding. I keep seeing pictures of his board and him wakeboarding these days. Ediot. Keep emphasizing that he can ride well and that "Substance is a good board, but its too good for beginners LIKE YOU."

SHOW OFF!

Our Aries girl here will prove you wrong!

Astrologize us!

2006-09-06T10:25:00.000+08:00

Farena & Sheen Astrologized!

When Aries and Libra form a friendship, the inherent polarity of the Zodiac is invoked. Aries and Libra are opposite each other in the Zodiac, 180 degrees apart. Each Sign possesses what the other lacks, and when combined with Libra's natural need for harmony, this is a relationship of great balance.

The polarity of Aries and Libra can be defined as Self versus Other, but the differences go beyond that. Aries and Libra are impulsive versus indecisive, excitable versus peace-loving, willing to jump right in versus preferring a calm, smooth approach. When they communicate and work together, Libra can teach Aries that their own way isn't always the best way.Signs of opposite polarity often end up sharing a great dynamic.

Generally, polar alliances are great when they're good, but challenging when they're bad. All polarities have energies that tend to tangle or knot if understandings are not reached. As a combination, Aries and Libra are well-balanced. Libra is charming, cultural and has good manners that divert some of the brashness of the Aries friend. On the other hand, Aries is far more decisive than Libra, who may waver. Aries can help their friend make decisions more easily and influence them to be more spontaneous.

Aries is ruled by the Planet Mars, and Libra is ruled by the Planet Venus. The two Signs coming together form the basic foundation of alliances. Venus and Mars go well together. The symbols are universally recognized as male and female, so this friendship is a good balance of masculine and feminine energy. Aries is a Fire Sign, and Libra is an Air Sign. Air fuels Fire and keeps it going; Libra can be intellectually stimulated by the action and energy of Aries, and both Signs are always starting new things--they just need to learn how to do it together!

When they combine their energies, they can do anything, but this can be challenging at times due to their polarity. Aries' action-oriented approach to life may conflict with Libra's more intellectual attitude. Both Signs have wide-ranging interests, and Aries' desire to participate gives them great stories to share with the more cerebral Libra.

Aries and Libra are both Cardinal Signs. Both are initiators, but they really have to cooperate if they actually want to get anything done. Aries will appear to be the dominant friend because of their energy and forceful nature, but Libra is also leading from an intellectual standpoint. Both Signs like being in charge, but Aries gives orders through personal authority, while Libra charms others into doing things. It's important for both to understand compromise. Libra, able to see both sides of any argument, can compromise easily, while Aries may be unhappier about yielding. Libra may have to give in more often to their friend's wishes in order to keep the peace that they so cherish.

The best aspect of the Aries-Libra friendship is the harmony resulting from the union of Venus and Mars. The balance between Self and Other represented by this polarity is a great learning experience for both friends. Each brings to the relationship what the other is missing, so theirs is a highly balanced friendship.

The fcuker.

2006-09-05T16:56:00.000+08:00

Dearest Dear,

Let's talk about a certain guy.

He's got the greens, a lil above average looks, and prolly a future.

No names will be mentioned here as if it is, that particular ass would prolly wish that he's reincarnated as a tree. For now, You know, I know.

We've had our bitch sessions, talking about the type that will fit our bill. We wish for fairy tale romance yet we know it's as good as looking for a silver lining among the clouds. And so we compromised. We forsake the whole fairy tale bit and instead would except a lil of this and a lil of that.

For me, i know what i want, even though i know pursuing it might eventually kill me one day. But i've set my mind, been with others, and feel only for him.

You, my dear, are just beginning this journey which maybe likened to that of mine and henceforth have head-banging-with-logs episodes and warm night-cuddles. You never know. Take your time to handpick the perfect one. Someone preferably like Ming. *melts* And not David or Shawn please though their wake skills are to kill. Last alternative, someone like Mike.

Someone who can give you more than the greens. Fcuk if you have money boy. I can have that money too.
Someone who is there when you need a shoulder to cry on.
Someone who makes you smile at the end of a hard day's work.
Someone who piggyback you when you twisted you ankle.
Someone who gives you encouragement kisses to do the impossible-est things.

You have all the time in the world, dear.

But please, I HATE it when you are still in contact with the fcuker. His actions and behaviour are similar to that of a man who is born with no balls and d**k, hence have to go that extra mile to make up for his loss.

He may have the money, but he is short of a heart.
His looks are just average, you deserve someone better. (MING, ahem)
He's just using you, the whole world can see that.

So, he msges you, asking you out for dinner. So he thinks after all the s**t he has done to you, he still bears the worth of a fren. NB la!

Let him be. You have moved on anyway. All you need to do is to move FURTHER from the bad air.

I'll be here, amidst the pile of work.

Love, me.

Brains-washed

2006-09-04T17:36:00.000+08:00

Yes, my dear, I left my brains back in Batam. Then again, i think they're all scattered everywhere.

You should be thankful that I didn't torture you earlier at lunch for laughing along with the rest when I put on the wrong side of the guy's vest. It's embarrassing, I feel like hanging myself on the cable.

Sigh... Hail Paris Hilton. Give me strength.

HAHAHAHA!!!

Ok, Bikini boards aside, hold your breath for Substance 138!

Next fortnight baby, I'll carress and ride you like no one never did before. ;>

2006-09-04T16:00:00.000+08:00

Our bikini boards, we're loiking it! As so, the bimbo invents a new word.

The girl's bikini board

My bikini board. The green one that is.

Then again, she's got her PS3 and her substance. Take your time babe. No hurry to crash into the water face first again. I still want to see you with your nose. You already leave your brains behind.

The start of my sadistic addiction

2006-09-04T12:28:00.000+08:00

As her guy said, "Since it's her virgin trip to Batam, we have to throw her overboard!"

You didn't have to do so, I perpetually dived in head first, face flat right into the waters!

Yes, we almost got ourselves killed amidst all the fun, thanks to our Energizer alter-egos. I still have 2 huge bruises and a very sore shoulder to account for that! For that moment, it didn't register what happened after you crashed into my side. I couldn't even remember to let go of the cable until I realised I was being dragged through the water. I thank my lucky stars the water wasn't clear! You know what I mean!

Your retiring ride was scary. But you retired to mouth watering pizza and a fantastic massage on your foot! Not too bad a deal.

You were right. Batam is good. I love it, despite the water clogging, head bashing and eye-popping. It was a accident filled and eventful day.

All ready to go home!

The Bailey's was fabulous. The people were fantastic. The company was great. So was the borrowed boyfriend.

I went home, lay down, and couldn't move ever after. Waddled like a penguin princess the next day, and couldn't bathe, couldn't walk, couldn't toss in bed, even something as basic as taking off my undies was PURE.TORTURE.

Well, I can't complain. I've been warned.

As per Errol says, "We're asking for it!". Hence, my point, we're ultimate sadists who enjoy tormenting our bodies.

I wonder if I can make it for the next fortnight's trip. I doubt I can withstand the power of torpedoes. Really.

The day when we were supposed to fall in style

2006-09-04T11:45:00.000+08:00

Back to the blogging world!

This time, life on the virtual medium will only revolve around me and the girl.

So what's best for a come-back entry?

WAKEBOARDING GET-A-WAY!!!

Yup, last Sat, Sep 2, marks Sheen's virgin-trip to Batam as well as wakeboarding. For a not so sporty kinda girl, she did pretty darn well. Ok, let's not reminisce the part when we collided and almost got both of us killed. That's my bad. I din keep left and was practically blind by the sun. Let's rejoice to the 2 complete rounds you did on the knee-board!!!

Yayy!!! So proud of you dear!

As for the wake boarding, there's plenty of time to master it, ya. In the meantime, you might still have to endure the water-clogged and head-banging moments. ;>

Me, I got thru that scary turn BUT didn't make it thru that last corner. Damn it. It's ok, next fortnight, i'll get thru that last killer corner, you'll see.

PS3 and Watson binding is the best, man. Loveness!!! Finally, i could stand on something else besides the houseboard. It might be a guy's board but gosh, i'm in love with it. Next up, SUBSTANCE! ;>

Here's a picture story.

The three sadistics

Sheen all set to hit the cables

Strapping on the PS3. Yes pple, look at the board, not the guy. ;>

Taking a break, posing with mike's pretty cap. I like!

That's 1/4 of mike, behind the guy.