Invasion of the Hungry Mangoes. Ah-huh, when Nat & Dan came to town, the local eateries thrived on our culinary holiday-binge. Hope you guys had fun and hope to see you next summer coz' hopefully by then i would've lose all these excess thanks to you guys! ;T 

Filipinos Pushed Jonkers Street Into Chaos. Actually 'twas only 2 of 'em but was enough to throw the state into chaos. *grin* Yes, Nat build those muscles 4 London. It's not that funny Daniel ;P 

Singapore Sling...

No, no, no typo. It's sling. The fling thing was errr...not quite what we had in mind but let's not diagress eh... anyways i don't see how possible it is in less than 24hrs albeit my darling witty piano boy friend will fervently disagree. Hey, we're talking Mr Big vs boy band rejects here ok! ;P
But as i was saying, my li'l date with Singapore felt more like a slingshot ok!?

Hey i'm not complaining tho'. Uh-uh not me. Just lemme soak in Prada's Fall/Winter '04 Collection (albeit i can already imagine the not so fashionable roof crack my dad will be adding to the house when he gets the credit card bill) and have Tiramisu on Philip Starck's Ghost chairs to rest 'em tired legs. Or swim in the unobtainable dance track releases that Petaling Street hasn't already got a pirate version of. I hate to gush but having trapsed the whole of Europe and London with no luck and almost desperate enough to buy the Italian copy in Milan, i managed to pick up the elusive copy of Diana Vreeland at Borders. No kidding. In Singapore some more. Eat your heart out amazon!

French cuisine seemed to be the palate du jour after sun down. *wink* So what if I no parlez vous francaise. You don't need to at the Liquid Room with Rotterdam's very promising DJ Joris Voorn on decks firing up the techno boom box. Anyways i dont think his wik'ked music had anything do with it but i felt like an excitable, giggly 18yr old again escaping mischief. In case you're wondering, nope, there was no moulin-rouge-spread-the-pate-on-my-crossaint mischief. Awwwww maybe next time eh? Coz' nobody messes around with this chick unless you look like Brad Pitt or have abs like Usher's.

Get a whiff of my Bali tan & his oriental tattoos! Hoo boy, you can turn green again if you missed Lars @ Funk D'Void firing up the decks in aug. wif an extraordinary, completely wicked-out of his usual stuff. 

M'sia may be safe from the legion of boom that's currently plaguing the world with Jakarta its most recent victim. But the Crystal Method can drop their sonic legion of boom on my lush green city anytime boys! 

blast it all!

Dreamland beach. Think a whole beach filled with bronzed Aussie surfer dudes riding the waves. The sun glistening off the wet brown chest. The board shorts soaking up the clear green sea to reveal definitions of certain proportions worthy of David which i'll leave to your imagination...

Bali feels like a dream now that the tan's worn off, the lungs are back to inhaling carbon laden smog instead of fresh, salty sea air and the skin's covered with dust instead of sand. Ah, welcome back to the concrete jungle where the melodic honking of rush hour traffic serenades the air and any definition of a healthy physique is left up to your imagination under the layers of a pin-striped suit and tie.

Observe a minute of silent prayer....in memorial of those who perished in the recent bomb blast of the Australian Embassy in Jakarta. May they rest in peace. May God allay the pain of the families & friends for the loss of their loved ones and give wisdom to the leaders in resolving this rampant terrorism swiftly and justly.