Friday the 13th
& Hungry Ghost Festival 'Chu 4'


I'm leaving for Genting in a couple of hours by Coach, please pray for my safe journey there.
And of course, a peaceful return.

See you.

Went to the Universal Studios another time when my sis and uncle came to Singapore for a vacation.

Everything was great until we realised the tickets to the theme park was entirely sold out for the week. I started having mental fits when the management refused to release tickets for us, despite using keywords like 'tourists' and 'leaving tomorrow'. We took the sky train and went in anyway. Okay, black market guy approached, requested for $100 per ticket, nearly convulsed and died.

Somehow the bf and I managed to get the tickets at normal price because we found out a secret and it shall not be disclosed.













By the way that is my sis, she is thirteen, I am ten years older and we are both standing at 1.62,
with me weighing 100x more than her, fml.

It poured and practically turned shoes into fish tanks, it would've been great if it was sunny, rides and attractions were missed accompanied with runny noses.

I love theme parks by the way, I adore them.

I got this sleeved Maxi dress a few days back and was experimenting different ways to wear it.
With a vest, belted or a with tee on top, and I found a way to shorten it.

Yes, temporarily!

For ladies with a lose or moderate fitting maxi dress, there are two ways to wear it.

Put on safety shorts or boxers, it must be hugging and without lose cloth.



Tuck the hem of your Maxi evenly into your shorts, approximately an inch or two, and pull all excess fabric down. Now you have a second hem. Neaten the apparel and you have a shorter dress!

Okay, Awesome.

Lovely boys on 'Yoo Hee Yeol's Sketchbook'


Leopard-printed bow tie.


Black glitter 3-fingered ring.



Christian Louboutin's studded Louis sneakers, for spring/summer 2010.

'Despicable Me' was much more than entertaining, it brought me over the moon with it's quirky characters and amusing script.

Watch! Laugh! Cry!

12 inch boots, not practical and deathly.









I hope she didn't sprain any part of her body.

Rough week at work, drained.

I was caught off guard - having to complete work that is totally foreign and out of my capability in the bat of an eye, being degraded to a clerical position for a few hours a day and constantly judged.

In this abhorring corporate world, your worth is weigh accordingly to your work. Which in turn, is being scrutinized at every angle, judged by wrong, selfish and clouded perspective of your bosses to derive its value.

At that instant, I lost my identity and got brain washed.
My other world, the world that I've built for myself amongst love, kinship, my morale, my principles, my ambitions all crumbled and became oblivious. Just because, my worth and very being is evaluated (or degraded) by a higher power who is a half human, half robot cyborg. Nothing is more important except how much money you will be able to bring to the company.

This relentless pursue of worthiness is strangling my sanity, distorting my vision of all positive aspects of my job. The concrete jungle is ugly, yet millions of dreams are built upon it.

I'm keeping mine aside, there will be an exit from here.

Mr World 2010 winner, Mr Ireland.

Not bad, I wouldn't say he is my favourite. The other day I was looking for some amusement during work and I chanced upon the Mr World 2010 website and its contestants. My eyes and brain then apparently went on a emotional roller coaster ride for the next 30 minutes. I cannot believe and absorb the fact that some of these men were chosen to be a Mister in their own country (before being able to join Mr World). Of course, every country has its own definition of handsome, you know, rugged, long haired, etc.


Mr New Zealand:

Looks like a shepherd and a farmer, especially in the picture on the right.
And probably needs a diet.

Mr Kazakhstan:

Is about 2m tall and very primitive, did he just emerge from his tree house?
And Tarzan must have invested in some very good hair curlers, way to go!



I am very apologetic and have no intentions to diss our very own Mr S. But you'll know why.

Mr Singapore:

Is the shortest, and not short of just that few cm. He is 1.75m .
The rest of the misters are at least '1.82m'. Mr S. is smelling armpits.

Mr Greece:

Looks very familiar, I'm sure you've seen him on romantic slash erotic novel covers. Those of which have titles like "moonlight serenade' and 'the scarlett rose'


More Misters who caught my eye in a good way.


Mr Northern Ireland:


Mr Czech Republic:


Mr Venezuela:


Mr Spain:


Mr Japan:

Asians can be equally good looking!

Mr Hong Kong:



Mr Azerbaijan:

aka, Mr Stock Image

Mr Lebanon


This is pretty much it, the rest are pretty blah.
There are some who resemble junkies, vampires and passerbys on the streets.

I am going to reveal my favourite Mister, I'm not sure if you'll get your breath knocked out because I am pretty much in awe.




Mr Belgium:





Sorry I'm bias and his pictures are much bigger than the others.
Mr B. (Williem Vermuyten) here is only 21 and extraordinarily good looking.

See Mister World's website and its contestants here
You'd be surprise how basic and amateur the website is.

Labels: Mr World

Your lust is an orphan;
for it blossoms no love.
Your flicker of love is a nomad,
it has got no true home.

The beds of your women,
a temporary dwelling.
You wake up in satiated emptiness,
she, in secret yearning.

Your lust is an orphan;
it repels her hungry love.
Your short lived passion and
her visions of perfection,
causing your lust to be an orphan.

Til the day,
you allow a love so ravenous to devour you.
Til the the day your heart gets eaten,
Your lust remain an orphan,
Mr Casanova.


-QMN





To an acquaintant whose heart belongs to nobody while his lust belongs to everybody.
I wonder how will he feel if he knows he is going to die tomorrow and has got no one to call his own, while at the same time, he left a part of himself with so many others.

xoxo.

Labels: creation, Mr Casanova, poem