family fun

this is my family in shanghai, having our home cooked japanese curry
with beef cutlet.

jes, me and ronald

sam, amy & food + 3Y (S$0.60) bubble tea,
yummy as ever!

then there is family mahjong after dinner just like at home in
singapore. but here there's ronald serenading the 4 girls with
one-note-at-a-time a-ma-zing gr-ace.
kenny, look what ure missing!

ok, this isn't family, it was amy taking us being real serious abt our dinner
ronald, obviously more sleepy from all the babyface,attica,g-plus
and guandii clubbing on weeknights.

reminded

solace is found in a cubicle
encaved in four walls
our thoughts are forced to resound
and bounce around
reminding, sometimes awakening
our dormant minds made stale
and mundane by a box of
meaningless utterings.

but awakening is frightful
and sudden, and
catches you unfound
while we're trapped in the
cubicle, screaming mute
no way out.

杭州

with kenny & ronald at 上海南站 where some ppl don't buy tickets

sneak into the train and try to take your seat

at 西湖with yen san,shanjin,sam & carolyn

forgot the street name, but it was touristy

雷锋塔where 白蛇卷was set

i enjoyed just being there cuz i remember the show

with 张曼玉and 林青霞 when i was a kid

and i wanted to be 小青- the green snake

the whole gang on top of 雷锋塔

finally, photos...

opposite the bund

shanjin,me & steven

at cabler with the kids & friends where the lady was terrible at taking photos. only this one had half amy, the rest didnt have amy at all and she was sitting RIGHT next to sam

on the way to 东台路antique street with the kids

ronald & kenny's linkin park cd cover idea

amy & i spoiling it for them

hiding in the cab in case the police catches for squeezing 5 ppl in

and amy is afraid of the paparazzi

jes & i eating 小笼包 and 葱油面 on the day that the 5 of us

ate 48 粒小笼包 and 1 bowl of 葱油面each

don't know what ronald was doing with this naked man postcard

but we were at 莫干山, it was some warehouse turn art gallery place

where i saw 王兴平's work, dad!

look mom, i cook!

this is, of course clara's kitchen so that it looks more jamie oliverish

rather than my lat zat kitchen cum living room

(photo courtesy of jes)

pasta with minestrone soup and fried rice!

on different days of course

of babies,bears and cows

on a lighter note, madangluers gathered in the girls' room last night,

ronald: would u rather eat a baby or cow's shit?

sam, amy & i: shit la. siao!
(jes was tucked in bed, ignoring our retarded conversation)

me: ok, would u rather eat bear's paws or a baby?

ronald (without hesitation): baby.

sam, amy & i (appalled): WHAT?!

ronald: siala, i don't even know what bear's paws look like.
of course eat the baby la!

the speck

packing up the cakes of lies
disguised in four corners
of a place or thing or person
kept still; it was real

digging for that speck of truth
that was casually included,
magnified to mask its own distortion

now,lost is the lie
in whom all lies lay
rotting her bones her mind eaten alive
by the need to find that place or thing or person
that speck

so surreal

singapura united

stole this pic from amy who stole it from me.
us and Abdullah Tarmugi, parliamentary secretary
(according to Kenny who also spotted him first)

what is the capital city of china?

shanghai is addictive. when telling jieyang that i'm in love with shanghai and it might bias my experience in italy, he replied, “italy's the fling, shanghai's the wife”. of course my immensely enjoyable experience here has a great part to do with my incredulously fun, crazy and sometimes highly retarded friends.

we were at cabler again last night, this time we had a room with nice comfy cushions. So we wanted to play some games to keep us from each doing our own thing (e.g read mag and chat on msn) while we were in a group. amy suggested playing “categories” where someone starts by naming a category (e.g. animals) and the rest name something in that category in 5secs. so it came to a point jieyang started with “capital cities of the world” this led to ronald exclaiming in his recently overused profane vocabulary,

ronald: this is fucking easy la. Huh huh

as he slices part of his cake off to eat, looking really confident.

amy: paris
sam: tokyo
carolyn: bangkok
ronald: where we're at now...

and just to get back at me cuz I was the only one who hadn't been stuck at a category yet, he started a category,

ronald: names of ribs at tony roma’s

p.s. photos will be up soon

ronald & kenny

having been triggered by kenny to ask mind-boggling, logic-demanding questions, I whipped out a few of those that I kept in my mind bank since jiamin asked us over our 4.9ers dinner gathering the last time. so ronald and kenny both took an awful long time only to disappoint us (as we'd expect) with no answer. after telling them the answers to three of those questions, ronald and kenny decided to get back at yours truly. so they embarked on their trivia creating mission, hoping to create one of a similar nature to those i gave them which, by the way, were interview questions encountered by fellow schoolmates at big names like deutsche and credit suisse.after much conferencing, they walked in on me watching L word and amy planning trips out of shanghai, laughing and tearing.

ronald: Okok, this is a good one! There was this man whose neighbour has a tree with 10 birds on it. The birds were so noisy that one day, the man decided to take a gun and shoot one of them. The one he shot died, how many birds were left on the tree?

me: (Straight faced) none.

ronald: why?

me: cuz they all flew away.

ronald to kenny: how she know ah?

sculptor

take my life, mould it in your hands like a sculptor and leave me standing in the midst of countless emotions, not knowing the figure I've become.

who?

the ink hits page and tries to move
to words that try to describe you
but stops and pauses and starts again
to find no verb or adjective
that helps place sure and firm description
of you who used to hold me.
Was it vague or mere insignificance
that words I write start to fail me?

Who were you that held me?

shanghai

she swish a wand across my face,
brush the cold upon my nose,
and like a blanket from above,
wraps herself around my bones
her magic spell hypnotise me,
my eyes roll into my head,
my muscle lose their fervent stretch,
as I collapse onto her bed
of lights & songs & scented dust

she consumes my soul
she consumes my soul

drugs like talent

can you be so attracted to talent you want to consume every ounce of it? you want to merge your lips together and suck out God Himself living in that being to allow it to penetrate every pore and cell till you comprehend and are satisfied, like a drug...

black sweater

this song kept playing in my head
the past two days...

一件黑色毛衣
两个人的回忆
雨过之后 更难忘记
忘记我还爱你
你不用在意
流泪也只是刚好而已
我早已经待在谷底
我知道不能再留住你
也知道不能没有骨气
感激你 让我拥有秋天的美丽

看着那白色的蜻蜓
在空中忘了前进
还能不能重新编织
脑海中起毛球的记忆
再说我爱你
可能雨也不会停
黑色毛衣
藏在哪里
就让回忆永远停在那里

-周杰伦

handsome reward awaiting...

heh heh was last seen at 上海野生动物园。

big reward for the one who can bring him back to me
@马当路301，上海
i miss him dearly!