I would here like to say a word of thanks to the Tan Family who 'adopted' me and treated me to a hearty dinner. Plus, the fact that they appreciated my 'shamelessness' when I finished up all the food. It was a great fishball vege soup, sesame chicken and sardines with plenty of onions! And the view on the 23rd floor was amazing...of course this was before the HDB Hub was built I was told.

DocT and I then went to take her Honda Diracc for a spin. The car was so cool, it had a touch screen GPS system and everything. The only flaw, which I honestly think its quite stoopid, is that the car needed to come to a complete stop with the handbrake up before you can activate any buttons on the touch screen!!!

Molala met up with me and DocT at Gardens where we spent the rest of the night chatting over a fondue and a sundae.

Off to Changi in a Honda we went

To see some she-im whose d!cks are bent

Some were short and others were tall

All I'm sure has little or no balls

But they were pretty, they were slim

Their names were Janice, Sharon but not Jim

Their waist was small, their boobs were big

And when they walk they jig jig jig

Respect I have for them for their courage

For their bravery to not live in a cage

But to run free and live proud

Kudos to you I say it loud!

I admit, I am not the most cultured person and it has been YEARS since my last play. So yesterday when I was dressing up to go to work, I decided to wear and nice tube top with jeans and my killer heels because I am going to the theatre (studio) to catch 251 with iGeek and Molala.

to my dearest igeek: I realise that you never use my real name when you blog, so I will keep your ID a 'secret' too. =)

Anyway. By the time I finish organising an internal training which noone turned up. My feet was screaming in pain. It didn't feel like my feet. It felt like Hei, squeezing his giant feet into my heels and hike through the jungle for 1 week. I was in pain. And it didn't help that it rained and iGeek happily took out her sneakers to air her wet feet when we sat at the studio. She looked mighty comfortable. Im sure it stank, but it looked comfortable.

Back to the main topic. Well, although I can't say it was awful. But 251 certainly didn't capture me as much as I like it to be. It has some rather funny bits and it had a interesting use of numbers. But I don't think it truly captured the story that is ANNABEL CHONG. Maybe because I am bias. I did watch the actual documentary. Amy Cheng looked too young to be the mother, especially when the father (Michael something i think) looked a bit too old. And it was a really lousy wig that Cheryl Miles put on but complemented her not-so-good acting. And the guy who played the character of the director I felt was too over the top. Lastly, the front nudity of Cynthia Lee was total unecessary and didn't add value to the play whatsoever.

Nonetheless, it was a good effort. Annabel Chong is an extremely complex character afterall and her story is one that is very difficult to narrate. Even after watching the documentary, I didn't really understand why she did the things she did. I don't know if you can say that Singapore should be proud of her. Im sure a huge percentage is still ashamed she is even Singaporean. But to a certain extend, can you not admire her guts? Can you not deny the fact that she had the courage to step out and beyond the box? She ventured into lands beyond Singapore's wildest imagination, took a plunge into the red sea and swam to the desserted island. That took courage. Courage that a lot of us will never find. I wish I can be a bit like her.

I think a year or 2 ago, there was an article on New paper on Annabel Chong. This columnist wrote about how there is a little Annabel in all of us. I agree with him. Annabel Chong is just a collection of all our fantasies and lust, our courage and strength and our feelings and thoughts balled up into 1 person.

Hei and I have the most fun in bed.

No, Im not just talking about the sex.

But seriously, every night before we sleep, we lie in bed talking and laughing. Mainly laughing. We nudge each other, tickle each other and simply irritate the living daylights out of each other for fun. Noone gets angry or fed up. It just fun.

I love that 15 mins before bed time.

Tonight, its just me in bed alone....no fun at all.

Halloween came early

The picture is not extremely good but in a nutshell, I caught my finger at the door the other day and it shaved off about a quarter of my nail off...Ouch

I havent realise that I havent blogged in such a long time. With a turn of an eye, March has gone and April is here. I must say that March has been a rough month, yet at the same time I also felt the love and support from everyone.

Had a lousy job review which made me really distraught. But friends kept my spirit up and my soul alive and my sturdy pillar of strength give me time out just to cry all I want. Really appreciate it guys. Thanks so much.

Hei did a review with his boss too and had a confirmation for America. With that, it leaves me with a really heavy heart. How on earth can we be apart for 10 mths i really wonder.