soon to be bkk

spent the whole night with gene, as usual, two of us being the sweetest creature to each other and accompanied our loneliness, heh! we were actually sorting things out with this real chee-na friend of his, like seriously after the last time in shanghai, this is the 2nd time to come in contact with someone with such thick and strong accent, no discrimation here tho. phew... glad everything came to an end, but gene still sounded so hilarious lar with his half past six chinese...! so much for all your chang jin-watchin!

something disastrous happened on saturday, i reckon it was all a BIG BIG misunderstanding, baby. no doubt im really saddened and shocked that you raised your voice at me, sigh. but it's all over okay? lets put all these fucked-up shits behind, and like what you said, we won't wanna see this happened again anytime! you know i know the whole world knows, life wouldn't be the same without you, baby. xoxo

before i can fly off to bangkok tomorrow's morning, a big big thanks to denise khoo who kindly assisted in the whole fund-raising programme for yours truly to enjoy my trip. your credits will be strongly recognised and rewarded, heh. love you lar babe. just as i thought the most unexpected person can't help me out, you just proved me wrong, :)

alright, passport checked, number of boxers checked, number of glam tops checked, amount of hair clay checked, all im gonna worry, is this lovely labby here, mans. guess im just leave it and let it "vegetate" for the next 6days5nights.

people, don't miss me cos im gone... love

p/s: gonna get back to glen before she starts thinking im not talking to her again

tp..

o right and i cant take it anymore but to declare this to all my polymates:

PLEASE GO CHANGE YOUR SETTING(on wherever of ur profile), PLEASE SAY YOU ARE NO LONGER A TP STUDENT!
unless you still really love tp that much... or you just sat for ur supp, oops

p/s: ugen, i know you're reading my blog now, even though this post isn't really useful to you...heh

love

dunno what..

... poof my mind just went blank, and i dunno what to blog now, okay let's see...

im flying off to bangkok next wednesday, but im oh not very excited tho. probably i've somehow or rather explored too much on my last trip, and to all my pals(esp adz!) who wanted me to shop for them, im just gonna be frank to say i hate doing it for my friends. been there and done there and hate it.
first, im too scared that i might spend ur money.
secondly, i don't really fancy the whole idea of shopping for your sake, okay i may sound selfish here, but still...

plus this time round, everytime's so gonna be on budget. no more fancy posh restuarants, no more cabbing everyday, no more expensive activities for us. im just crossing my fingers that everything'd be cool.

cheers for me, peeps!
ethandory*

to all my irish o' fellas and whom it may concern,

HAPPY ST. PATRICK'S DAY!

feel the irish festival... everybody, let's do it together, lalala...

When Irish eyes are smiling

Sure it's like a morning spring.

In the lilt of Irish laughter,

You can hear the angels sing.

When Irish hearts are happy,

All the world seems bright and gay.

And when Irish eyes are smiling,

Sure, they steal your heart away.

since today is officially the st. pat's day, let me share something about the day with you:

What the World Book Says about Saint Patrick, is the patron saint of Ireland. Patrick was chiefly responsible for converting the Irish people to Christianity. He became known as the apostle to the Irish.

When Patrick was 16 years old, pirates captured him during a raid and sold him as a slave in Ireland. He served as a shepherd. During his captivity, Patrick dedicated himself to religion. He escaped after six years of slavery and returned to his home in Britain.

Patrick began his work in northern and western Ireland, where no one had ever preached Christianity. He gained the trust and friendship of several tribal leaders and soon made many converts. Patrick is said to have founded many churches and baptized more than 120,000 people.

Saint Patrick brought Christianity to Ireland in the A.D. 400's. The Irish accepted Christianity and came to regard Patrick as their patron (guardian) saint. Today, his feast day, March 17, is celebrated as a national holiday.

however, there are still many stories about St. Pat based only on legend.

and do you know:

it's a day to wear green and party...

green is related to the colour of spring...

even American called themselves "everyone is irish"...

and amusingly,
What's good luck on Saint Patrick's Day?:

Finding a four-leaf clover (shamrock, as shown above)(that's double the good luck it usually is)

Wearing green. (School children have started a little tradition of their own; they pinch classmates who don't wear green on this holiday).

Kissing the Blarney Stone. (all right, i don't know what's that... in the midst of searching though)

peace out mates

ethandory*

mad world

Children waiting for the day they feel good

Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday

Made to feel the way that every child should

Sit and listen, sit and listen

Went to school and I was very nervous

No one knew me, no one knew me

Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson

Look right through me, look right through me

And I find it kinda funnyI find it kinda sad

The dreams in which I'm dying

Are the best I've ever had

I find it hard to tell you

I find it hard to take

When people run in circles

It's a very, very mad world ... mad world

Enlarging your world

Mad world

such beautiful song... love

loveatwork

skiving off at work!

o right, finally something beautifully and not-very-glam picture posted, hey at least better than nothing right!? :) cheers my friends, especially for all my polymates who have almost forgotten how i look like, here you go.

today's work simply sucks big time. okay peeps i know i always talk about work, but that is what revolves around me most of the time now. here we had this cock-head lady wanna ya-ya-papaya ordered vodka ribena, when swaysway the pub doesnt have it. so fine, suggested to change it to just blackcurrant cordial. when the fucking useless tongue of hers (which is prolly just good for jobs to blow) found it too sweet, and fine, added some soda for her. STILL, she fuckin' found it too sweet, so more sparkling water for you, biatch. AT THE END OF ALL THE FUSS AND HASSLE, YOU BLOODLY HELL WANNA REJECT THE DRINK, COS IT TASTED GROSS?

anyone in the right frame of mind, would even fuckin order that kind of weird drink! and this whore had the shameless cheeks to mention "Wwhat kind of service is this?". im sorry but this premises you were onto, doesnt even include service charge. dumbass for u. ALOHA(means goodbye here) for your boost.
please lar... for fuck sake, clearly know what do you wanna drink when u step in a pub. If not, kindly stick to your orange juice or even iced water( i would even please to serve u for that) sigh. they just simply dont get it...

and back to some home's and family's business, mum just cultivated this bad habit of re-steaming, i fuckin repeat, RE-STEAMING those foods she cooked few nights ago. like take this for an example, a braised pig-trotter stew can last her for almost a week? seeing those black stew, turns me off badly. you cant blame me for eating macs everyday, oh and my all-time favourite is mac-wings. sigh...
hollar to all the macs lovers: call me out for meals... cos im lovin' it

so disappointed...

it was all such a jollity night... except for one thang that you did, that im so utterly disappointed and disgusted.

we went together, when it was supposed to be a niche niche get-together. however there u saw your eye-candies and some u called "long time no see" pals, abandoned us. okay... "abandoned" might be a stronger level of term for this, but still...

and when i saw u again(like finally...) in the club, u asked everyone on the table for money, so much so u can buy back drinks to the girls. Then u go again, left us after the loan. c'mon, dude... just thank them from the bottom of the heart if you seriously cant afford them back the drinks. ALOHA(means goodbye here) to the ego and pride of yours.

another round of borrowing cash from us, only for you to go back home with them. you fuckin' needed the money for cab this time round. i was simply being frank that i was running low in cash, yet even ten bucks you'd wanna borrow from me. sigh. im truly disappointed with you...

i still don't understand...

ethandory*

day off

HOLLAR MY GIRLS AND BOYS!

it's been such a good rest today for me, like finally a day off from work. and here i am downloading all the great hits and music videos from limewire. compliments to the invention of limewire, you guys add on so much media entertainment to everyone, especially for those who unfortunately dont have cable at home, sigh.
i just happened to think it's a divine :)

had a long(as in chronologically wise) and mature chat with jeanette baby last night. maturity just seems to grow so much together in us. i know that's just one of the part and parcel in our life, but im glad she's the one im sharing my thinkings with. emotions blackmails and tactics are one of the most subtle things people like to use, and they just simply don't understand the simple meaning of genuine. instead of setting a standard infront of those people you can call love, my heart merely goes out to them, sarcastically i meant. it goes to show how cruel time has passed by their life, and yet they dont move on, yet revolving around how fabulous they used to think, they used to be. sigh.
i just happened to think it's a tragic

my dearest beings, i need to get myself up and prepare for this beeeeeg beeeeeeg party tonight at zouk. gonna pick jeanette up and meet the rest for drinks first...like this:

ethan: keiji, i think we should go somewhere drink first and get ma-bo and the sei-bo
keiji*shocked and showed the broke and dry expression*:huh... okay but where?
ethan: chill, my favourite queer. i was just thinking to go killiney 7-11 kiosk.
both of us just laughed it all off...

beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep
ethandory*

nothing

umm, not before this favourite blog of mine degrades into the duty of collecting dust, i should do something about it. heh

beeeg beeeeg regards sent over to my polyfriends over at rendang. feel the sun, feel the breeze, feel the sea... for yours truly, as he couldn't make it due to, as usual, the real lack of finanical assistance.

though i just got my last month's pay, it just went like "poof". all gone to bills and air ticket. im counting and surviving by my daily tips. how? showing all your TLC to every single guests, even if they are locals(hey you'd never know, right?). present a smile even if they were to ask for ONE... ... round of 12 glasses of ice water. last but not least, be nice to the supervisor cum floor manager cum AGM cum GM. u guys prolly are seeing some hypocrisy growing in me, but hey you cant blame me right? money makes people go round and round and round... BUT im seriously still the nicest human being in the universe :))

big hollar to any party animal: be expected to see me strutting my stuff and smooving like there's no tomorrow, on this thursday at zouk for herstory event. cant wait... cant wait, not that i havent been clubbing, but its gotten be a big get-together for the dubbies, ya'know?

okay no shit about this, but i need to catch some good sleep before i can come up with another day of hypocrispy. oh well oh well i guess that's the reality of the working industry.

ethandory*