current list of hawt women...in no order of preference ;-)

jessica alba


















alyssa milano


















chisato morishita


















angelina jolie












lin zhiling









jennifer love hewitt


















shuqi










keira knightley


















hilary duff


















eva longoria













grace park










charlize theron


















kelly hu


















jessica biel


















lucy liu













shannon elizabeth

amazingly foul-mouthed but completely side-splitting...

...is FACK by eminem...this bugger is sooooo horribly foul, disgusto and nihilistic but his lyrics are unbelievably funny...just kills me...

i can't drive listen to this one....else i will definitely bwang my car, losing control whilst laffing my butt off :))

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FACK - Eminem

Ah ah ah ahhh
Oh god damn
I'm gonna facckin cum
Oh shit, oh yeah
Fack fack faaaack
Fuck I am
I am,
I'm going to cum
I'm cumming

I never seen no shit like this
This bitch can twist like a damn contortionist
Condom on my dick
Of course it is
This bitch don't know what abortion is
So I can't cum in her
Fucks like a porn star
Looks like jenna
Fuck I'm gonna
Cum
I think my rubbers coming off
But oh it's so fuckin wet and soft
Fuck I'm gonna start letting off
I'm squirting and she's not getting off
And she's on top
I'm gonna fucking, oh god
Oh don't do that
Don't stop
Stop, don't, I don't mean don't stop
Ah Wait a minute
Oh ohh fack
I'm gonna fucking cum

Ah ah ah ahhh
Oh god damn
I'm gonna facckin cum
Oh shit, oh yeah
Fack fack fack
Fack I am
I am,
I'm going to cum
I'm cumming

Oh wow oh aww
i need a cigarette now
oh I'm so fucking hot and your so fuckin hot
Oh my God
I wanna facking fack
No, not fuck
I said fack
F A C K F A C K
fack fack facking freak me
oh yeah girl c baby
They call me mr freaky
Lets call your sister threeway
Have some threesome
Me so horny
And your such a fuckin babe
I wanna go down on u
Fack u shave
Oh god damn
here I go again
I'm gonna cum, I am

Ah ah ah ahhh
Oh god damn
I'm gonna facckin cum
Oh shit, oh yeah
Fack fack fack
Fack I am
I am,
I'm going to cum
I'm cumming

Ok I'm done
I already came twice
You ain't gonna make me cum
I'm all out of gas
Not so fast
Ah Your finger just went in my ass'
Ahh that hurts take it out now
Oh wait a minute put it back in
In in in
This don't mean I'm gay, I don't like men
I like boobs
Boobs boobs
Now See that gerbil
Grab that too
Shove it up my butt
Let that little rascal nibble on my asshole
Oh yeah right there, right there
Uhhh I'm cumming
Oh yeah
Fack I just came again
Ok pull it out now
Oh fuck yeah
Wait he's not out
He's still crawling around up there
Oh fack I think it's stuck
Oh but it feels so fucking good

Ah ah ah ahhh
Oh god damn
I'm gonna facckin cum
Oh shit, oh yeah
Fack fack fack
Fack I am
I am,
I'm going to cum
I'm cumming

Shove a gerbil in your ass
Do it too
Shove a gerbil in your ass
Do it too
Shove a gerbil in your ass
Do it too
Ewww
Eww ewww

realistically speaking...lustable timepieces

RXW MM20






Locman Mare










RWC 1938a











Azimuth Jagdbomber











RXW Hummer











RXW GW I











...i've always liked big fat chunky watches...they just convey a feel of solidity...almost as if they were hewn from a single block of metal...above are some which i think i can actually afford to buy in the near to medium term...all of them costing below 2 grand sing...most are very military-like except of cos for the locman which is more of a fashion make...of the 6, the one which tenders my loins the most is the MM20 *drool*

i sure can't afford the rolex daytona cosmograph and the audemar piguet royal oak offshore chrono which every iota of my body longs for and desires utterly...those have to wait for the day i strike 4d lah :))

who is chuck palahniuk?

is he...

1. a sick perverted eff-wit?
OR
2. a brilliantly black-humoured author?

you decide after reading this

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This short story was read out by Chuck Palahniuk, author of Fight Club, Choke etc when he was touring his (then) new novel, Diary.

Apparently, it made people in the audience pass out, so don't read it if you're easily disturbed.

Inhale.

Take in as much air as you can. This story should last about as long as you can hold your breath, and then just a little bit longer. So listen as fast as you can.

A friend of mine, when he was 13 years old he heard about "pegging." This is when a guy gets banged up the butt with a dildo. Stimulate the prostate gland hard enough, and the rumor is you can have explosive hands-free orgasms. At that age, this friend's a little sex maniac. He's always jonesing for a better way to get his rocks off. He goes out to buy a carrot and some petroleum jelly. To conduct a little private research. Then he pictures how it's going to look at the supermarket checkout counter, the lonely carrot and petroleum jelly rolling down the conveyer belt toward the grocery store cashier. All the shoppers waiting in line, watching. Everyone seeing the big evening he has planned.

So my friend, he buys milk and eggs and sugar and a carrot, all the ingredients for a carrot cake. And Vaseline.

Like he's going home to stick a carrot cake up his butt.

At home, he whittles the carrot into a blunt tool. He slathers it with grease and grinds his ass down on it. Then, nothing. No orgasm. Nothing happens except it hurts.

Then, this kid, his mom yells it's supper time. She says to come down, right now.

He works the carrot out and stashes the slippery, filthy thing in the dirty clothes under his bed.

After dinner, he goes to find the carrot, and it's gone. All his dirty clothes, while he ate dinner, his mom grabbed them all to do laundry. No way could she not find the carrot, carefully shaped with a paring knife from her kitchen, still shiny with lube and stinky.

This friend of mine, he waits months under a black cloud, waiting for his folks to confront him. And they never do. Ever. Even now that he's grown up, that invisible carrot hangs over every Christmas dinner, every birthday party. Every Easter egg hunt with his kids, his parents' grandkids, that ghost carrot is hovering over all of them. That something too awful to name.

People in France have a phrase: "staircase wit." In French: esprit de l'escalier. It means that moment when you find the answer, but it's too late. Say you're at a party and someone insults you. You have to say something. So under pressure, with everybody watching, you say something lame. But the moment you leave the party....

As you start down the stairway, then - magic. You come up with the perfect thing you should've said. The perfect crippling put-down.

That’s the spirit of the stairway.

The trouble is, even the French don't have a phrase for the stupid things you actually do say under pressure. Those stupid, desperate things you actually think or do.

Some deeds are too low to even get a name. Too low to even get talked about.

Looking back, kid-psych experts, school counselors now say that most of the last peak in teen suicide was kids trying to choke while they beat off. Their folks would find them, a towel twisted around their kid's neck, the towel tied to the rod in their bedroom closet, the kid dead. Dead sperm everywhere. Of course the folks cleaned up. They put some pants on their kid. They made it look ... better. Intentional at least. The regular kind of sad teen suicide.

Another friend of mine, a kid from school, his older brother in the Navy said how guys in the Middle East jack off different than we do here. This brother was stationed in some camel country where the public market sells what could be fancy letter openers. Each fancy tool is just a thin rod of polished brass or silver, maybe as long as your hand, with a big tip at one end, either a big metal ball or the kind of fancy carved handle you'd see on a sword. This Navy brother says how Arab guys get their dick hard and then insert this metal rod inside the whole length of their boner. They jack off with the rod inside, and it makes getting off so much better. More intense.

It's this big brother who travels around the world, sending back French phrases. Russian phrases. Helpful jack-off tips.

After this, the little brother, one day he doesn't show up at school. That night, he calls to ask if I'll pick up his homework for the next couple weeks. Because he's in the hospital.

He's got to share a room with old people getting their guts worked on. He says how they all have to share the same television. All he's got for privacy is a curtain. His folks don't come and visit. On the phone, he says how right now his folks could just kill his big brother in the Navy.

On the phone, the kid says how - the day before - he was just a little stoned. At home in his bedroom, he was flopped on the bed. He was lighting a candle and flipping through some old porno magazines, getting ready to beat off. This is after he's heard from his Navy brother. That helpful hint about how Arabs beat off. The kid looks around for something that might do the job. A ballpoint pen's too big. A pencil's too big and rough. But dripped down the side of the candle, there's a thin, smooth ridge of wax that just might work. With just the tip of one finger, this kid snaps the long ridge of wax off the candle. He rolls it smooth between the palms of his hands. Long and smooth and thin.

Stoned and horny, he slips it down inside, deeper and deeper into the piss slit of his boner. With a good hank of the wax still poking out the top, he gets to work.

Even now, he says those Arab guys are pretty damn smart. They've totally reinvented jacking off. Flat on his back in bed, things are getting so good, this kid can't keep track of the wax. He's one good squeeze from shooting his wad when the wax isn't sticking out anymore.

The thin wax rod, it's slipped inside. All the way inside. So deep inside he can't even feel the lump of it inside his piss tube.

From downstairs, his mom shouts it's supper time. She says to come down, right now. This wax kid and the carrot kid are different people, but we all live pretty much the same life.

It's after dinner when the kid's guts start to hurt. It's wax, so he figured it would just melt inside him and he'd pee it out. Now his back hurts. His kidneys. He can't stand straight.

This kid talking on the phone from his hospital bed, in the background you can hear bells ding, people screaming. Game shows.

The X-rays show the truth, something long and thin, bent double inside his bladder. This long, thin V inside him, it's collecting all the minerals in his piss. It's getting bigger and rougher, coated with crystals of calcium, it's bumping around, ripping up the soft lining of his bladder, blocking his piss from getting out. His kidneys are backed up. What little that leaks out his dick is red with blood.

This kid and his folks, his whole family, them looking at the black X-ray with the doctor and the nurses standing there, the big V of wax glowing white for everybody to see, he has to tell the truth. The way Arabs get off. What his big brother wrote him from the Navy.

On the phone, right now, he starts to cry.

They paid for the bladder operation with his college fund. One stupid mistake, and now he'll never be a lawyer.

Sticking stuff inside yourself. Sticking yourself inside stuff. A candle in your dick or your head in a noose, we knew it was going to be big trouble.

What got me in trouble, I called it Pearl Diving. This meant whacking off underwater, sitting on the bottom at the deep end of my parents' swimming pool. With one deep breath, I'd kick my way to the bottom and slip off my swim trucks. I'd sit down there for two, three, four minutes.

Just from jacking off I had huge lung capacity. If I had the house to myself, I'd do this all afternoon. After I'd finally pump out my stuff, my sperm, it would hang there in big, fat, milky gobs.

After that was more diving, to catch it all. To collect it and wipe each handful in a towel. That's why it was called Pearl Diving. Even with chlorine, there was my sister to worry about. Or, Christ almighty, my mom.

That used to be my worst fear in the world: my teenage virgin sister, thinking she's just getting fat, then giving birth to a two-headed, retard baby. Both heads looking just like me. Me, the father and the uncle. In the end, it's never what you worry about that gets you.

The best part of Pearl Diving was the inlet port for the swimming pool filter and the circulation pump. The best part was getting naked and sitting on it.

As the French would say, Who doesn't like getting their butt sucked? Still, one minute you're just a kid getting off, and the next minute you'll never be a lawyer.

One minute I'm settling on the pool bottom and the sky is wavy, light blue through eight feet of water above my head. The world is silent except for the heartbeat in my ears. My yellow-striped swim trunks are looped around my neck for safe keeping, just in case a friend, a neighbor, anybody shows up to ask why I skipped football practice. The steady suck of the pool inlet hole is lapping at me and I'm grinding my skinny white ass around on that feeling.

One minute I've got enough air and my dick's in my hand. My folks are gone at their work and my sister's got ballet. Nobody's supposed to be home for hours.

My hand brings me right to getting off, and I stop. I swim up to catch another big breath. I dive down and settle on the bottom.

I do this again and again.

This must be why girls want to sit on your face. The suction is like taking a dump that never ends. My dick hard and getting my butt eaten out, I do not need air. My heartbeat in my ears, I stay under until bright stars of light start worming around in my eyes. My legs straight out, the back of each knee rubbed raw against the concrete bottom. My toes are turning blue, my toes and fingers wrinkled from being so long in the water.

And then I let it happen. The big white gobs start spouting. The pearls. It's then I need some air. But when I go to kick off against the bottom, I can't. I can't get my feet under me. My ass is stuck.

Emergency paramedics will tell you that every year about 150 people get stuck this way, sucked by a circulation pump. Get your long hair caught, or your ass, and you're going to drown. Every year, tons of people do. Most of them in Florida.

People just don't talk about it. Not even French people talk about everything. Getting one knee up, getting one foot tucked under me, I get to half standing when I feel the tug against my butt. Getting my other foot under me, I kick off against the bottom. I'm kicking free, not touching the concrete, but not getting to the air, either.

Still kicking water, thrashing with both arms, I'm maybe halfway to the surface but not going higher. The heartbeat inside my head getting loud and fast.

The bright sparks of light crossing and crisscrossing my eyes, I turn and look back ... but it doesn't make sense. This thick rope, some kind of snake, blue-white and braided with veins, has come up out of the pool drain and it's holding on to my butt. Some of the veins are leaking blood, red blood that looks black underwater and drifts away from little rips in the pale skin of the snake. The blood trails away, disappearing in the water, and inside the snake's thin, blue-white skin you can see lumps of some half-digested meal.

That's the only way this makes sense. Some horrible sea monster, a sea serpent, something that's never seen the light of day, it's been hiding in the dark bottom of the pool drain, waiting to eat me.

So ...I kick at it, at the slippery, rubbery knotted skin and veins of it, and more of it seems to pull out of the pool drain. It's maybe as long as my leg now, but still holding tight around my butthole. With another kick, I'm an inch closer to getting another breath. Still feeling the snake tug at my ass, I'm an inch closer to my escape.

Knotted inside the snake, you can see corn and peanuts. You can see a long bright-orange ball. It's the kind of horsepill vitamin my dad makes me take, to help put on weight. To get a football scholarship. With extra iron and omega-three fatty acids.

It's seeing that vitamin pill that saves my life.

It's not a snake. It's my large intestine, my colon pulled out of me. What doctors call prolapsed. It's my guts sucked into the drain.

Paramedics will tell you a swimming pool pump pulls 80 gallons of water every minute. That's about 400 pounds of pressure. The big problem is we're all connected together inside. Your ass is just the far end of your mouth. If I let go, the pump keeps working - unravelling my insides - until it's got my tongue. Imagine taking a 400-pound shit and you can see how this might turn you inside out.

What I can tell you is your guts don't feel much pain. Not the way your skin feels pain. The stuff you're digesting, doctors call it fecal matter. Higher up is chyme, pockets of a thin, runny mess studded with corn and peanuts and round green peas.

That's all this soup of blood and corn, shit and sperm and peanuts floating around me. Even with my guts unravelling out my ass, me holding on to what's left, even then my first want is to somehow get my swimsuit back on.

God forbid my folks see my dick.

My one hand holding a fist around my ass, my other hand snags my yellow-striped swim trunks and pulls them from around my neck. Still, getting into them is impossible.

You want to feel your intestines, go buy a pack of those lambskin condoms. Take one out and unroll it. Pack it with peanut butter. Smear it with petroleum jelly and hold it under water. Then try to tear it. Try to pull it in half. It's too tough and rubbery. It's so slimy you can't hold on.

A lambskin condom, that's just plain old intestine.

You can see what I'm up against.

You let go for a second and you're gutted.

You swim for the surface, for a breath, and you're gutted.

You don't swim and you drown.

It's a choice between being dead right now or a minute from right now.

What my folks will find after work is a big naked fetus, curled in on itself. Floating in the cloudy water of their backyard pool. Tethered to the bottom by a thick rope of veins and twisted guts. The opposite of a kid hanging himself to death while he jacks off. This is the baby they brought home from the hospital 13 years ago. Here's the kid they hoped would snag a football scholarship and get an MBA. Who'd care for them in their old age. Here's all their hopes and dreams. Floating here, naked and dead. All around him, big milky pearls of wasted sperm.

Either that or my folks will find me wrapped in a bloody towel, collapsed halfway from the pool to the kitchen telephone, the ragged, torn scrap of my guts still hanging out the leg of my yellow¬striped swim trunks.

What even the French won't talk about.

That big brother in the Navy, he taught us one other good phrase. A Russian phrase. The way we say, "I need that like I need a hole in my head...," Russian people say, "I need that like I need teeth in my asshole......

Mne eto nado kak zuby v zadnitse.

Those stories about how animals caught in a trap will chew off their leg, well, any coyote would tell you a couple bites beats the hell out of being dead.

Hell ... even if you're Russian, someday you just might want those teeth.

Otherwise, what you have to do is you have to twist around. You hook one elbow behind your knee and pull that leg up into your face. You bite and snap at your own ass. You run out of air and you will chew through anything to get that next breath.

It's not something you want to tell a girl on the first date. Not if you expect a kiss good night. If I told you how it tasted, you would never, ever again eat calamari.

It's hard to say what my parents were more disgusted by: how I'd got in trouble or how I'd saved myself. After the hospital, my mom said, "You didn't know what you were doing, honey. You were in shock." And she learned how to cook poached eggs.

All those people grossed out or feeling sorry for me....

I need that like I need teeth in my asshole.

Nowadays, people always tell me I look too skinny. People at dinner parties get all quiet and pissed off when I don't eat the pot roast they cooked. Pot roast kills me. Baked ham. Anything that hangs around inside my guts for longer than a couple of hours, it comes out still food. Home-cooked lima beans or chunk light tuna fish, I'll stand up and find it still sitting there in the toilet.

After you have a radical bowel resectioning, you don't digest meat so great. Most people, you have five feet of large intestine. I'm lucky to have my six inches. So I never got a football scholarship. Never got an MBA. Both my friends, the wax kid and the carrot kid, they grew up, got big, but I've never weighed a pound more than I did that day when I was 13.

Another big problem was my folks paid a lot of good money for that swimming pool. In the end my dad just told the pool guy it was a dog. The family dog fell in and drowned. The dead body got pulled into the pump. Even when the pool guy cracked open the filter casing and fished out a rubbery tube, a watery hank of intestine with a big orange vitamin pill still inside, even then my dad just said, "That dog was fucking nuts."

Even from my upstairs bedroom window, you could hear my dad say, "We couldn't trust that dog alone for a second...."

Then my sister missed her period.

Even after they changed the pool water, after they sold the house and we moved to another state, after my sister's abortion, even then my folks never mentioned it again.

Ever.

That is our invisible carrot.

You. Now you can take a good, deep breath.

I still have not.
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personally, i think he's #2...gotta get the new book! :))

gotta also get a hold of invisible monsters, lullaby and haunted...

nearly orgasmic...

saw this on rcc today...holy crap...she makes me think evil thoughts *grinning*

http://www.drunkencat.com/files/rcQU1Ha5D5zK/fBdqK5ck.wmv

any bloke seeing this would too...most definitely...

the japs are damnnnnnnnn warped :))

you gotta be shittin' me!

came across this on http://ananova.com

Man pulls truck with penis

A 50-year-old Californian man pulled a truck with his penis for a British film crew.

Martial arts grandmaster Tu Jin-Sheng attached himself to the truck and pulled it several yards across a car park in Fremont.

The Tri-Valley Herald reports that he first tied a strip of blue fabric around his penis and testicles and tugged to make sure it was on tight.

An assistant then kicked him hard between the legs before he lashed himself to the vehicle.

About 20 people, most of whom study Qigong, the ancient Chinese art of movement and breathing to increase energy, gathered for the truck pull.

Jin-Sheng, originally from Taiwan, is the grandmaster of Iron Crotch, a branch of Qigong said to have 60,000 followers worldwide.

Its practitioners are known to lift hundreds of pounds with their genitals to increase energy and sexual performance.

A film crew from London were on hand to shoot the truck-pulling feat for a three-part series called Penis Envy, due to be broadcast next year on Channel 4.

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i dunno whether to laff or to pity his wife/girlfriend...must be a real pain to deal with his antics in bed! LOL :))

...sneaky little bugger

my wants, but surely not my needs :))

...christmas is.

oh lord, help.....it's that blardy time of the year where orchard road is chock-a-block with frantic shoppers of all race and ages...the time of the year where chic aunties in their jimmy choos/manolos will deign to emerge from their Nassim/Dalvey enclaves to clash at the sale pit with the ah sohs and ah mmms from HDB heartland...pure carnage, i tell u!!! the time where little whine-y kids infest all the shopping centres, urging their parents to buy them this and that at the top of their irritatingly squeaky voices...URGH!!!!

every year, it sneaks up on me...that's because i don't really do much christmas shopping as it is...i HATE buying pressies cos i am a total goof at it...so i just make the usual arrangements with frens and relatives...YOU DUN NEED TO BUY FOR ME OK...I DUN NEED TO BUY FOR YOU...BO LAI LOR...SUAH... :))

of course i would still buy something for my darling wife lah...that is a foregone conclusion...but i'd very much rather she pick something out for herself and let me know where to present the credit card for payment...i am terrible at picking up hints about what she likes :S (yes, a typical neanderthal..blah blah...)

this year, my beloved wants to get a new cellphone...hers is quite crapped out indeed...she was eyeing the new fuschia pink moto razr v3 but oh man, it's actually quite obit....the colour simply overwhelms the simple sleek lines of the phone...once we saw it, we were definitely in 2 minds about it...then again, it's her choice lor...if it's that she wants, that she will get then...

me, i am simple.....i don't really want for anything in my life...yes i can hear the general populace going YEAH RIGHT! :P ... but really, it's true...i'd like the SE w800i walkman phone but i can do without...have a perfectly fine and working cellphone...yes i'd also like the new miata NC, but that's out of the question of course LOL... (both pix above...now dun go mistaking the phone for the car and vice versa eh? hahaha...)

i'd just like everyone i know to be healthy and happy this christmas (CROSS MY HEART AND HOPE TO DIE)...and for everyone to remember the actual meaning and significance of this occasion...it ain't just for exchanging pleasantries, pressies and partying the night away...

i know what it means....do you? :)

the music of the fishing fleet...

taken from the other blog that i contribute to...my recommendations, however much weight they carry... :))

http://unkster.blogspot.com/2005/11/unker-kona-recommends-unkster-muzak.html
http://unkster.blogspot.com/2005/11/unker-kona-recommends-unkster-muzak_28.html
http://unkster.blogspot.com/2005/12/3rd-instalment-unker-kona-recommends.html

more to come...

LMAO!

for those not in the know...it's Laffing My Arse Off! :))

"I can dribble with my left, I can dribble with my right. I am amphibious." -Shaquille O'Neal

came across this quotation yesterday somewhere on the 'net...nearly fell off my chair guffawing... :D

sure thing shaq, you're just one big motha frog eh? hahahahaha....

the fishing fleet, past and present

my current love maxine...4/01 1.6L mazda mx5...such a looker & such an joyous occasion EVERY time i step into her - wind in my hair, instant throttle response, precise steering feedback, shiokness of riding around in a "impractical" car...wonderful...nothing much done so far 'cept rims, style bar, cold air intake, a strut bar & coilover suspension :P planning to keep her till 2011 & i might then just decide to renew the COE & plonk in the mazdaspeed 1.8 turbo plus the corresponding 6SP gearbox and LSD *dreaming*

ah...bella...my renault clio 1.4L from dec 2001...after the thirsty impreza, decided to go for refinement, power and chicness all in this nice little package...she was a heck of a little killer...i blew my wad on her (sounds really kinky hor?), in all slightly more than 10 grand (siao!!!)...engine worked over, exhaust system, suspension, bodykit, rims...yeeeesh...drove superbly, was fuel efficient...only minor problem was a slight lack of leg and head space for the rear passengers....but who's going in the back? :)) and yes this IS her...my one and only one NEW purchase vehicle...

next was a 1994 subaru impreza 1.6L bought end '95...this was the one that intro'd me to the joys of the flat 4 boxer a la porsche 911 (albeit mounted upfront)...sounded fantastic when pushed...went thru a number of horns and driveshafts though and a bit thirsty overall...still, it handled really well (rally tech filtering down from the WRC rex)..once again, car pictured is not actual one...mine was red :D

my very first car...a white mazda astina 323 1.6L bought in 1992, courtesy of the old man (thanks, dad! :D)...previous owner was a doctor hence it was in rather good running order...came with a digital dash which apparently was only produced for that model year....rather cool chickens but under harsh sunlight, couldn't see shit...nice little runabout with a touch of class...tractable engine altho at hi revs, could be a bit drony...note, car pictured is not the actual one...

...dig, shovel, chuck

...after a long day of email ploughing yesterday, there are now 1100 left... *pant pant*

this morning's weather was just soooo nice to sleep...felt really shitty in having to get up to go to work...if only i could snuggle up under the silk comforter for another 2 hours...

it's back to work again...

...after a break of 23 days!!!

and the email avalanche was unbelievable...2500 and counting :S i am sooooo farked...

like dat how to blog??????? :))

oo-er, my aching head...

current state - BLEDDY HUNGOVER!!!! :S

...2 of my closest friends celebrated their birthdays last night...the actual birthdays are next tuesday and some time in early december...however, december boi will be in japan for 3 weeks and hence they decide to combine the celebration...

they bought drinks for the gang (about 12 of us in total) at trader's hotel...cafe piazza...an open air drinking hole...damn it's been a long time since i was at trader's and i was rather surprised that they have done up the hotel somewhat...a lot more classy now...vedy nice :D

after imbibing what seems to be an unholy amount of alcohol (around 15 or 16 jugs of beer plus several shots of flaming lambos, sambuca and other assorted vile liquors), the topic finally turned to our glory days...reminiscing about days gone by seems always to be the case when we are more than a little bit sloshed...days of being wild, willing, horny (wait, i still AM in the case of horny, that is...heehee), drunk.....you ged the picher ;)

over the years these group of friends has kept me going in both good and bad times...we've supported each other thru our low periods and celebrated together in our festive times...man, i love these guys!

however, things have evolved somewhat...of course cannot be stagnant lah...we've matured and mellowed and slowed down in our lifestyle...people get more involved with significant others, their families (at least for those who are married and have kids), become more earnest in their careers...the hot burning flickering flame of camaraderie has slowly changed to a more consistent slow burn of close enduring friendship...we're definitely still there for each other...but we're more occupied with other "distractions" (for want of a better word)...

still, i am glad for these friends...most of the gang have known each other for a minimum of 10 to 12 years already....my oldest buddy and i have known each other since the 1st day of primary one in 1978 (coming to 30 years, man...holy shit!)...such strong lasting friendships just don't come around every day eh???

oo-er....i'm need h2o and lotsa coffee...what the fark am i doing up at this time with a crushing headache..... :S

gotta try to get back to sleep then...

part 9 of the chink photos

3 miscalleneous shots...2 street scenes at XIN TIAN DI district of shanghai where there are many hip and happening restaurants, nightspots and bars...1 of the famous peace hotel right on the bund...

that's about all, folks...at least all which are fit for public consumption....hope you like the pix...

till the next trip to bangkok in jan 2006 :D

part 8 of the chink photos

it was just soooo frickin' hot in hangzhou that i wasn't in that much of a mood to take photographs...fortunately the day was saved for me when sun blazed beautfully orange whilst setting, on the way back from the islets on hangzhou...the camera flew out in a hurry :D

man i lurve sunrise and sunset pix :)) these are only 3 of about 30 that i shot off in all of 5 minutes plus...

part 7 of the chink photos

these four pix were taken during a small daytrip to hangzhou (about 2.5 hours by train from shanghai)...they are of the Xi Hu (Westlake) surrounds....gorgeous scenery, dotted with numerous islets which tourists can visit...the last one is of the Lei Feng Pagoda...

unfortunately during this day, hangzhou experienced a snap hot and humid day...anticipating a cooler climate than shanghai, both the missus and i suffered big time...sweat gushed forth like the niagara falls :)) she eventually resorted to buying a tank top to change out into...i couldn't find any places selling t-shirts as it was pretty much winter wear everywhere...NABEH!!! :(

it would have been soooo much more enjoyable if the weather were nippy and cold...sigh

part 6 of the chink photos

now for some in shanghai...shanghai is the financial "capital" of the PRC and hence its inhabitants are more happening and definitely in general, more well-off...there weren't many sights to see but first and foremost is the skyline of the pudong area dominated by the oriental pearl tower (the 2 ball tower in the 1st two pix above).

it stands at a height of 468m and is the tallest building in shanghai, just shading the jinmao tower which is 15m shorter...we went up to the 2nd ball for a view of the city and the surrounding sights...we could have gone further up to an higher observation deck but that would have cost an extra 40RMB for another 45m up...no real diff...

the 3rd pic was taken from the observation deck on the 2nd ball at slow slow exposure with a small aperture in order to get the smooth flowing lightshow... ;)

part 5 of the chink photos

three pix taken at the summer palace...it was built on the orders of the empress dowager cixi during the Qing era as a refuge for her and her courtiers...to escape the heat and oppression of beijing in high summer...huge place albeit not as big as the forbidden city of course...but still very much a leg-breaker :))

part 4 of the chink photos

one of a church near wangfujing and two of the great wall of china...

did you know that the great wall of china is actually visible from outer space?? if i recall correctly, it's one of only two man made objects which are....quite an amazing thing...6100 km in all stretching across the top middle portion of china from the sea in the east to the mountains of the midwest...having only seen it previously in photographs and on the boobtube, i was rather left gawking like a fish out of water...photos just don't do it justice...

part 3 of the chink photos

boy, and i tot i was adventurous in my eating habits....the above 2 pix were taken at wangfujing street in beijing...a place full of little street stalls selling all sorts of strange stuff to eat...i sure wasn't gonna be tasting the scorpions, bugs and starfish though....gross :S

part 2 of the chink photos

these were taken at 2 seperate acrobatics and martial arts performances....those monks are really something else...bodies of iron...and it was an iron bar that he broke with his head, nothing less *shock*

finally....some pix for public consumption...part 1

from my beijing and shanghai trip, that is...

starting with the forbidden city...i was quite dumbstruck at the size and vastness of the whole place...you really do get a sense of the long history of china here...if i recall correctly, construction was started in 1420....that makes it all of 585 years old...geez...

do i look like the old geezer mao? hahaha....more to come later...

i'm BAACCCCKKKK!!!

...as if anyone cares :))

what a trip....but more about that later....just expressing my happiness and relief to be back in good ole singapore...they say that absence makes the heart grow fonder...in the case of singaporean food, HELL YEAH!!!

sheesh, i miss my ubi 1ton noodles, my eunos BCM and my tiong bahru chwee kuay....tonight!!!!! :D

will write more later....tata!! *wave*