I've been on leave since sat. i've been drinking since friday evening. thing is, you can't suffer from hangovers if you don't stop drinking. strangely enough i've developed a liking for beer. Chug chug chug. soon i'll develop a belly due to the beer.
Jamal picked me up at 4.30 yesterday, a monday and we proceed on to ordering our first jug of chilled beer. which sees me rushing to the bathroom ever so often cuz beer makes me piss quite a fair bit. chemical reaction? or...? i gotta remember to ask little miss biomedic science when i see her, maybe she'll know. she's got all these little facts that completely baffles me and leaves me scratching my head going, "hmmm..??" most of the time.
i reckon cabin crew are the best drinkers in the history of ever(excluding me of course, i'm just incorrigible). Theory is, we crew pass our time in faraway places socialising, since we've completed the tourist thing twice over(sometimes 3), and wot better way to socialize then with a couple of drinks. So a couple of drinks turns into a dozen, and then 4 dozens and then poof! bacardi 151. Still standing? would someone please roll me back home.
So we take our drinks from borders bistro(and here i was under the impression we were doing a bookclub thing), to acid bar, stop for dinner, and head down to st james. BEing a monday and all every bar is like a ghost town. but lo and behold Dragonfly is a bloody riot?! Baffling. It's like a whole foreign country of rhythmless chinks, ah lians and uncles. Hilarious. i spent quite a bit of the night holding my tummy, it hurt so bad cuz i was laughing so hard. Then the band comes out. i ought to have taken my little gerago friend's advice when she recommended the chinky band at Dragonfly instead of laughing it off. omg Yutaki. *chants Yutaki yutaki yutaki
i can't atest to being able to understand or appreciate the canto pop but Yutaki is worth my trip. I'm gonna go to Dragonfly every other monday from now on!
"Yutaki take off your pants!!"
i think i kinda scared Dinesh and Jamal with my constant squealing. They were like, 'where did this freak of nature come from?!'
They decided i had had enough for one night and physically removed me from the club after just 4 songs. Or was it 5.
woohoo dragonfly!

these past couple of days has seen me digging up dusty ol cds. when i say old i mean take that, code red, 911 boyband 'old'. Amusing really..To think that i was once the boyband-crazed, magazine-collecting, poster-pasting, prepubescent teen, along with the rest of the world chanting for choreographed dance, lip-synchs, floppy-fringed pretty boy mania. More embarrassingly years later, i'm still able to sing along with ant & dec, how particular things stay perfectly untouched in ones memory for years simply baffles me.
during our mahjong session on thursday, karol suddenly breaks into song, tune's vaguely familiar but lyrics i can't quite place. Kim and mylene chorus in, while Dafa and i exchange bemused half-grins. There are things of course that we all remember, like Uncle Abraham, the gruff-looking drink stall owner, to whom i lost most of my pocket money to, thanks to the free toys that were given out when someone bought a yakult. I was a sucker. The remainder of my money was splurged at the bookshop, on erasers, those with cute motifs and various country flags and mechanical pencils with tiny trinkets attached. Mr Lam, the bookshop owner was a mean grump who had a penchant for terrorising little girls and duely hitting us on the head with a long ruler if we held up the line, our little minds struggling to mentally calculate our change. Looking at us now, all grown up not much has changed. Karol still has a dirty belly button, Dafa maintained her haircut all these years and i still wear rubber duckie printed knickers.

A couple of posts back i entertained the thought of change being eminent. To be honest i didn't need much encouragement. This blog is long overdue for an overhaul. Pictures are rusting, i hate the colour scheme of the layout, alot of my links are no longer active ones, even the title makes me cringe. i'm no longer this 'bimboboobs' person. The persona no longer lives here. I'd still reply to 'bimbo' on offhand times when i bump into someone from SJC. It's simply a case of novelty wearing off. New toy doesn't stay new for long.
i miss your company. your familiar warm embrace
This being my last post i intend to regurgitate years of events and milestones so please bear with me if i get all granny-ish and start babbling. i mean, you've stuck around for so long, one more can't do too much harm ey?=) Thank you.

Bimboboobs was born out of the sheer boredom of being stuck in zero degrees computer labs, and running out of blogs to snoop. Youttube hadn't been born yet and the likes of friendster(before facebook overtook them) and msn were blocked sites. My first foray into voyeurism. My first few posts, gawd! how much of an airhead can one get?!
Fastforward to 2007, and my posts reek morbid depressive and hung up. Her her her. How i still miss her. She has the same effect on me today, asshe did a year ago. She came home, looked me up, filled me with pseudo hope, now i'm just waiting for her to walk out. Sadly take my smile away..
There was my constant, one whom i shared 3.5years of laughter and good times with, one who recently got me a little blue box for my birthday and another for christmas, one whom i trust to be there for me at the end of a hard day and expect nothing in return; Halim. I'm grateful for all we have now and all we shared in the past.
my Xiao hui, who has been with me for most part of these traumatic years, til she got hitched that is, i relied on her for level-headed advice, something which has eluded me since i could remember, more so of late. Poly would have been devastatingly morbid if she were absent. Those days we'd stake out at mcdonalds to catch a glimpse of bald guy and shanas, or plant ourselves at the sports hall to sneak a peek at the gym guy. All those soccer matches with Johan and Jeremy. We prolly should have put a maxi pad under our noses for nosebleeds. Then there was that time sheralynn coerced her into this carefully schemed plan to surprise me with a bouquet of roses. One of those classic moments that one never forgets.
i miss the guys too. No impending sydney flights(sorry benny) but i have a london on the 20th. Hang in there Clarence, i'll come over and bring you some laughs. In exchange for more absinthe of course.

So much finality to this. it's making me feel kinda sad right now. I'll just throw a shit load of photos in for good measure. These photos are those found in my cell(minus the explicit ones of course), random never been viewed ones. Give it all i've got.

fooling around with my cellphone, my last few vouyueristic poses on this site. makes me feel kinda sad. like leaving behind an old friend. but the only constant is change.

my newfound bff, my sexyback jamal. uses web sms to text me, to see if i'm holding up alright whilst in seoul. Sweet! =)

i like this photo of them. both look so handsome. aww...my sexyback and cute ass chindian Dinesh. It was this fateful night that i discovered my newfound love for canto band at Dragonfly.





i absolutely adore this photo. i look like a retard but you get a full on look at phil's amazing side-view. the boy's gorgeous to boot.







shots of mount titlis. i was there on new year's eve last year(2007) it was so breath-taking. we actually rode the cable car through the clouds to get to the top of the mountain. one of those kodak moments.











zoukout. the befores and after.







one of my fav shots of london, at dusk. see how the river reflects light to the land. so quaint. i wanna retire there someday. Green pastures. sparkly clean rivers flowing freely.

someone special once surprised me with this, bright and early in the morning.





the people i love to bits, who crack me up for no apparent reason and puts a smile on my face in the mornings.





hari raya visiting doesn't inspire much does it....



Max brenner. playing with our suckao. i like this one best cuz it was a candid shot, a second later some brown specks flew from my mouth as i caved in to laughter, one that brought tears to my eyes.

this one was taken on hari raya morning. Sent by mms to a certain someone but unfortunately he didn't receive it. so here....for you. Plus the heart. A bus ticket folded into a tiny heart, i remember talking to you and telling you about it while i obediently took the bus home.



nice hat, jack!

nice bow(and nice face), fir!

Prince of Wales was a fucking flower show riot! The day i flashed. wot was i thinking.

who's that staring out the window...?







Golden Gate bridge. That stretch of beach. As i watched 2 dogs run around and play fight tirelessly, tears flowed freely from my eyes.

A chinese snuff bottle. In olden times they used it to keep dope, pretty bottles of dope in the chinks pockets how ingenius.















Funeral for A Friend was super-charged !! Hello mr bassist. Could you throw your towel a lil further the next time round...pretty pls?





my oh my...my muffin's too fat to fit the armrest of the sofa.









my favourite toy boy of all time. Yum!

Afternoon siesta !! bapak torek anak rintik. excuse my malay..







old times where we'd cam whore in the dressing rooms, take forever in there, play dress up, before ben runs off to sydney. Flying his infrared plane off track to the deepest recesses of the cupboard top.









i remember this clearly. It was after some jakarta or short and sharp flight. I met the goonies at subway for lunch and afterwhich we sat around cam whoring while waiting for the bus back home.

The one and only successful photo taken with my action sampler lomo.

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