Last minute decision

A last minute decision to simply drop everything and go.Here I am in the changi airport terminal one waiting to be teleported.

This shall be a good time for me to find an answer to this mind-boggling cliche question "What's next"

Wish me luck.
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Look what technology has enabled us to do.

Here I am bloggin' in changi airport. In about 30 minutes, I am going to board and head towards thailand.

Imagine, 30 or 50 years back. This would seem so impossible.

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It's a feckking good feeling to be able to simply drop everything and do things that u wanna do.

last minute decision. I am starting to get addicted to it.

who needs planning?

a great new world outthere. People change, environment change....

all of us are so susceptible and vulnerable to changes around us... so why the f**k plan? I have witnessed and experienced plans that were promised but turns amorphous suddenly. Promise?...What the f**k. Learn to lie and adapted,dude.

that's the way of life.

at the end of the day, who cares whether its a promise or a lie. It doesn't matter. it realli doesn't matter. seriously

Audrey Kawasaki

Audrey Kawasaki

Souplad is dead

I had a very bad and violent dream a few nights ago.

I saw myself being shot at least a dozen times and was almost drowned in my own blood. Six nurses in tight-white-uniforms appeared and suddenly I realised I was in an operating theatre.

One of them with a pair of incredibly beautiful eyes was wiping the blood on my face. She whispered. I could make out what she said but her whispers were very soothing.

Miraculously, I was healed and found myself in front of the cashier. I handed my Credit card over to a guy who demanded me to recite my credit card number. I complied. I was proud that I could remember the numbers.

The guy seems antagonised and said one of the numbers on my credit card was a fake. Before I could reply, he took out his revolver and started to shoot at me. At least a dozen times, I guess.

No nurses appeared.

I was bleeding. My dream was so red and I felt so serene and calm.

WTF is this dream suppose to mean?

F.Y.I

Heading towards beijing on 26 Mar 06 n back to Shanghai on 3rd April 06.

Wish me luck.

Mistake Number Three

4.00am

Miss Hornist and BB: Let’s go for a show.
Souplad: what u wana watch?
Miss Hornist: Dorm
BB: Big Mama
Miss Hornist: Dorm
BB: Big Mama
Souplad: I think Dorm is some horror show wor.

After a few rounds of Dorm-Big Mama-Dorm-Big Mama…. We ended up watching Big Mama

Kan Ni Neh, Big Mama Sucks….

Mistake Number Two

Mistake Number Two.

230am.

Miss Hornist: I have finished watching that Ang Lee Gay cowboy show, where are u?
SL: Come on, its talking about forbidden love, in this case, manifested between two men.
Miss Hornist: Ok Ok…Shall we meet before you leave for Shanghai again?
SL: Ya. I am with BB now. Let’s meet. We will see you in Lido.

SL Where shall we go?
BB: Let’s go Arab Street
SL: Set.

In the cab,

Friendly-merc-cabby: Qu Nah Lee…
Miss Hornist: Ali Ba Ba street
SL (looking dumbfounded): What the fuck is Ali Ba Ba Street?
Friendly-merc-cabby (Looked more dumbfounded): Har?.. Ali Ba Ba street.
Miss Hornist: Neh… Ali Ba Ba street.
SL, BB and Miss Hornist were laughing our heads off.
Friendly-merc-cabby: Mohammed Sultan, See Boh?
Miss Hornist: Mmm Si… Ali Ba Ba street.
BB: Arab street lar.
Friendly-merc-cabby: Arab street? Jit Choon Boh Lang Liao…
BB: Let’s go devils bar instead.

On our way to Devil’s bar…

Friendly-merc-cabby radioed his collegue: Eh…. Lu eh chai Ali Ba Ba street boh?
Friendly-merc-cabby collegue: Md sultan si boh…
Friendly-merc-cabby: Boh Leh…Lang Kek gong Ali Ba Ba leh…Cham liao lar…buay hio khee leh

We were so taken aback by the cabby sense of humor too. Apparently, he was teasing his fellow collegues by asking them where was Ali Ba Ba street. All of us bursted into uncontrollable laughter.

Spontaneous Miss Hornist who came up with this ridiculous street name and a cab driver who is sane enough to play along, make my day ridiculously funny.

Oh BTW… Devils Bar Sucks!!!!

Mistake Number One (10 Mar 06)

Mistake Number One

It was a tiring and disappointing Friday night's out in New Asia bar for Banana Booze, Souplad, Cigar Man 1 and Cigar Man 2.

All Souplad got to know from two chicks were "I'm Jane, She's Felicia" and a fake number.

In the lift...

BB: Where are you from?
CM1: My mother's womb.
SL: duh.
BB: I'm from my mother's womb as well.
SL: duh.
BB: Different mother though...
SL: DUH... WTF

We heard some giggles at the right corner of the lift.

Damn! We should have asked those girlie-giggling-chicks out.