Uncle Su’s Got Some.

via FinickyFeline

I just remembered that time at the market
snuck up behind me and jumped on my shopping cart
And rode down aisle five
you looked behind you and smile back at me
crashed into a rack full of magazines
they asked us if we could leave.

She’s perfect
So flawless
I’m not impressed
I want you back

OK. Stop for a moment. No… I am not posting that song because I am still missing Sephia and god oh god please help me because it has been years since that horrible break up. Not, OK.

I just got to know this song and my, John Mayer, seriously? You came up with this song from your own experience? Dude, either he poached song ideas from MY love life or we’re all so boring that we have the same things happening with our romance. But anyways, I love this song and my oh my it hits the spot to the minor details!

Just look at the bold fonts. I broke up with Sephia on a September. We used to fool around in supermarkets, and they involved shopping carts on more than one occasion hurhur. She’s religious and she’d get mad if she heard me swear. And she wears sweat pants.

You know what John Mayer, on another lifetime we could have been brothers. Just maybe. =]

Ahhhh…. I’m like floating in air. *swoon*

Fate is.

8000 miles away a friend is hurting, and I cannot help but feel sorry for her. I always tell myself that a love lost is a love earned, and a lesson learned.

I only can say that we are, we are all innocent.

Halfway across the world, someone is facing an important decision regarding her life.

I wish her the best of luck, happiness, strength to carry through and the wisdom to learn from her journey. All the best, friend. =)

How do you really know when to move on from the thought of a previous relationship?

When you try to browse through old photos and all that is in your mind is “OMG I want to puke already! Gimme piss-pot, bucket, anything!”

Never on something you cannot off
If you don’t know how to end the relationship in case it turn bad, don’t start it

Don’t on something you want to off anyway
If you are just thinking of fooling around just to see how it goes, screw your F-ed up intentions, homie.

Preheat the oven before you put in the turkey
Let it flow from friendship and wait. So if she’s got a psychotic stalking threathening demonic older sister, you’d already know.

If it’s not broken, you’re blind
No one know when they’re already in denial. Be neurotic about maintaining your romantic relationship. Jennifer Aniston learned it the hard way

Talking too much is a virtue
Communication, communication, communication.

All compasses points north
Notice how you’re always dating the same type of psychotic insane stalking bitches? Yeah? That’s cause they’re always the ones showing interest in you first. And guess what, you always fall into their traps, every single time. So jolly well change your pattern, have some initiative, and choose the chick you wanna date, not the other way around

If you can’t stand the heat, get out of the kitchen
If she gets too demanding, or too emotionally challenging, or simply being a 24h PMS machine bitch, you bail. Another good move is to get a pre-nuptial agreement for every marriage you go through.

Sad la damn samseng sad la… What happen to summer romance ah? I think megot to much testosterone right now lor. Sad la damn samseng sad.

Check out Pink.sg, a new glbt blogging community in Singapore, built by my long-lost friend, Seth.

The site has just been up for less than a week and Seth told me that he’s getting close to 2000+ hits yesterday. Amazing how much of a visionaire he is.

The blog is full of musings, observations and awareness outreach by people from all walks of life. In Seattle, being a homosexual is so casually accepted. I think Singapore has a lot to catch up, it being such a homophobic society. Not that its better in any Asian countries for that matter. Which is why I atrongly support Pink.sg as a media of freedom of speech. Another step for the glbt society. Stop the huss huss people.

Be it you’re gay, lesbian, bi, trans or even straight… Pink.sg wants you! I’m signing myself up. Are you?

Tip of the hat goes to Seth!

ps: sicca, are you reading this?

After 2 hours of painstaking editing with picasa (because I am yet to purchase my illegal pirated photoshop), I am finally done editing the pictures that were taken for the past few days.

Enjoy, friends.

More photos at one of my Flickr account.

The past few days have been heartwarming for me. All the memories that I have in Singapore are coming back to me again(not that I am having amnesia or anything).

I am reminded once again that I have a strong group of friends here in Singapore.

The kind of friends that sacrifice their studying time just to meet up with me. The kind of friends that spend time checking with tens of other friends to see if they are availabe to meet up with me. The kind of friends that let me decide on the venue and time of the meet up, and then go on to update everyone of the meeting. The one who organize everything without me having to lay a finger or break a sweat.

The kind of friends that SMS you, call you on your local number, email you, put up a blog post in their own blog just to find out or confirm that I am coming to Singapore, just because I was lazy forgot to inform them about it.

The kind of friends who keep themselves updated with whatever’s going on with my life, and the kind that share with me theirs, minus facades, lies or deception. The kind that are just glad to meet me again. The kind who only need a stool to seat round a table and converse their hearts away until the sky turns dark. The one who even suggested thatI should bring a video camera and tripod the next time we meet up a year from now, and record whatever wacky, witty, crazy, dirty conversation we are having.

I am thinking that I should even take a picture of each lady that we spend time ogling at.

These friends are the ones I’d take a bullet for.

Today 7th August, 2005 (a year ago) happened to be the day Sephia and I officially got together. If we haven’t broken up 11 months ago, today would have been our first anniversary. As it turned out, time flies and hey, its been what - a year now?

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I got nostalgic tonight and before I knew it I was flipping through photos taken during my secondary school days. So much memories, so many moments of glory, and of laughter and tears.

One thing that struck me when I was browsing through my photos was that, good lord what a superficial SOB I have been back in Secondary school. I find it hard to come into terms with admitting it, but to some extent, most of the friendships I built back then were mostly motivated by superficial things like fame and popularity and good grades and most common of all I was more or less just skirt chasing. I was so blinded with those distractions that I find myself trapped inside my own self-righteousness and denial that now I realize that I haven’t really cherished enough friendships than I can.

If there’s one thing I regret about my days back in Singapore, is that I haven’t really built enough fulfilling friendships and I haven’t really cared for the people around me. They whom have been watching my back and taking me in when I get emo. They whom made my days filled with laughters.

I am going back to Singapore with these solemn sentiments, and I will go back to build on what I failed in the past.

OMG I just had the worst 10 minutes of nightmare, evar.

In summary, it was about me being sent an “anonymous” message from this guy, lets call him Mr. Stupid, and he was ranting about how he and his girlfriend (I am guessing its Sephia) was at my mother’s party and they introduced themselves to my parents without being found out by me, and he was really full of himself for that. Later he bragged of how his private eye Bundung researched and followed me for months and now he knows everything about me, and he wanted to meet me at some dark alley, just to “clear” things up. Now, if I didn’t remember wrong, I think in that dream, I received multiple messages with the same contents in my tagboard at constantlysu, comment boxes at unclesuuu and constantlysu and constantlysu.wordpress, my youtube, my del.icio.us, my MySpace and even my Friendster. I think he knows my IP address and my physical address too.

Now, I am thinking that by “clearing up” things he meant:

1. That he’s going to hide 50 guys in the dark alley and ambush me, throw me in a gunny-sack and then tied me up at the nearest mangrove swamp so that I’ll be a certain meal for certain mangrove animals like Alligators, monitor lizards, squirrels, leeches or sharks.
2. He wants a threesome for his girlfriend’s birthday.
3. Or, he wants to ram me down with his E class. (was it E or C? I rather be gunned down with an E, though)

And the nightmare happened during my afternoon nap, in broad daylight! I need a shrink! Maybe my Psychology major sister can help me out a lil’…

Yeah, I said it.

I have a strong hunch that… umm… Should I say it? Ah wadever…
I have a strong hunch that Sephia’s current boyfriend lives opposite my window.

Like, OMGBABANANACALCUTTABOMBAYBBQCHICKENSAUSAGE!
Life just got a whole lot interesting, my friend.
To Mr Maybe-Sephia’s-Bf, rest assured that your black Benz C320 is in safe hands.

Soft, delicate, and definitely SAFE hands.