L'été Abstrait

Today has got to be the most melancholy day ever. I'm happy that a friend of mine got offered a job he's always wanted. I'm sad that he'll no longer be furnishing us with funky ideas like "Agogo" and "Yum Cha-cha". We're all selfish to an extent. I honestly wished that he would've stayed along with us for the long haul. We could've achieved great things. But I'm pretty sure he'll achieve great things all by himself. And i'm gonna miss all his pep-talks. He was definately champ-coach. "Eddie, you should learn how to delegate!" or "Eddie, I know Tata Young!" Haha. Brad you funny fucker you. I know Tata too, but i'm pretty sure she doesn't know who the hell I am! :) But one's thing's for sure dude. We'll miss you like hell you Caltex dwelling Audi Stalker you. It's been a rollercoaster month of March with you as the conductor. I'm sure you'll steer Audi into greater heights. Jus...

Haha. It was totally my fault. Bloody blog. Sometimes you keep thinking that you're the only who's reading it. Pfft. :) cheers people.

Here you go. Will add captions later. Great, great night. We should do it again for the E90!

From the soul and bottom of my heart, I thank you all for the kind wishes and funky gifts. I am truly humbled. Though I have to say that this year's birthday is THE most funniest of all. I've had THREE people (You all know who u are) wishing me my birthday either WELL in Advance, or the utter ignorance of getting the date TOTALLY wrong. Haha. But hell, it's the thought that counts. I had people from my gym corner me (whilst i was listening to my iPod) to wish me a happy birthday. They actually had one really scary looking dude block the exit...haha.. I had people SINGING on the phone for me (but got totally freaked out, when I sang in tandem with them..hahaha) I got a birthday card from...MY INSURANCE company!! Hahaha..they must be glad i'm still alive and kicking!! Oh and those of you who bombarded me with 12pm msgs...i'm really ticked off :P. I was still on my medication, and the constant beeping of my mailbox, was just awesome on my health when i woke up. Thanks ...

Finally, the spree of 5 for 10 ringgit DVDs gave me a diamond in the rough. Amongst my collection of useless rubbish which clearly personifies the tinseltown industry of today, i came across this movie called Closer. I bought this DVD for three reasons, and three reasons alone. Reason 1. The cover. I thought it looked interesting. Reason 2. The stunning Natalie Portman. Her beauty far outweighs the synopsis written on the rear of the DVD cover. Reason 3. Umm, i couldn't find any other movie to fill my quota of 5 dvds for 10 ringgit. LMAO. Alrighty then. Slot DVD in Picot Player. Get comfy on bed. Look for some butter cookies to munch on. Click Play. For the first 15 minutes, i had no idea how the timeline was supposed to be represented in the movie. It was THAT confusing. But i told myself to SOLDIER on....since Natalie Portman kept changing her hair colour (and style) throughout the first 15 minutes, and she kept getting prettier with each tonal variety of her quaif. After i final...

Cleaned up my hard drive *yet again* tonight. Way too many ghost folders. Amidst 20 or so useless, empty folders, was one very interesting one. Stuck between a folder labelled as "Bigpond" and "Shifty's Hub".. (hehe..Brian u naughty bastard..) was an unmarked folder named "Faraday". That's the name of the street i lived for two years in Melbourne. And I had no idea what was contained in this lost treasure trove of mine. Click. Whirr. Ah...iTunes icons. These must be MP3s then. Biiig deall...i probably have most of em stacked up in my 20,000 song library anyways. First icon; John Mayer, hrmph. I obviously have him. Just to confirm my convictions, i dragged and dropped it into iTunes. It played. Which meant, I didn't have John in my playlist. What the? The song, Back To You, which must've been played and replayed in your MP3 players over and over again since it's release in 2002, may just be another song to you. It was just another song ...

Ah, a beautiful sunset, a strong beach like breeze and a row of coconut trees lined up in romantic succession. If you squint your eyes just that little bit, you’d honestly be fooled into thinking that you were in Hawaii. You’d be wrong though. It was Riana Green, and the venue for Yop’s (Lop’s bro) 24th Birthday Extravaganza. Last night’s weather was truly sublime. The clouds were hovering above us, foreboding and condescending. Just when you thought it was about to rain, it didn’t. You could taste it, smell it in the air even, but it never came. The wind though, was out of this world. It was so strong, dogs were flying through the air, and at one point I actually saw a couple of paper UFOs slicing through the air, followed by a barrage of plastic cutlery. But the day began much, much earlier for me. In an attempt to hijack what little parking space there was in Riana Green, I was told to attend the party two whole hours in advance. Tardiness would cause a great deal of concern, with s...

Congratulations Fisichella, Congratulations Alonso. Finally Ferrari's domination is over. Now, where are the keys to the Clio V6? :)

Last night, was a night filled with interesting conversations and quirky banters. Opus Annexxe became our host for the night, and though we literally drank enough to feed a small family, it was well worth the 100 ringgit we spent on the 'drinks tab'. Well, after the "Eddie Tax, Ezar's Bill and Nadira's GST" it ended up being a penny short of a hundred. I'm not being petty, i'm just being realistic. A hundred ringgit just for drinks...as in ILTs and a couple of Evians. A little over the top, don't you think? And Nadira's Pate. I guess that's how u spell it. Paaa-taaayy. Last night, I found out that Ezar and Nad both still think they're 18 and I'm the only one who feels 40. Damnit. And here i thought we were all getting OLDER. I also found out that arranged marriages actually work, and for the lucky (or unlucky) fool who marries someone without actually looking at your future spouse, you might still have a chance at making it work. I...

I can honestly say with full conviction, that i am utterly dissapointed with Lamborghini's build quality. I'm sure most of us are easily smitten by the apparent shock factor given by the raging bull when viewed from the outside, the shock factor for me was viewing it from the inside. And I'm not talking about any Lamborghini either. I'm talking about the range topping, skirt popping Murcielago. A V12 monster with over 570bhp on tap, more torque than you'd ever need and viscous traction. I'm sure with all this in mind, you'd be thinking it'd take a monstrous looking Key to start this beast up. You'd be wrong. The key looks like it'd open a locker door. It's so fucking flimsy on both ends that the shock i got from grabbing the key, turned me off from even coming close to the Murci. Anyways, back to the key. The black, latex ridden keyfob was attached to an alarm system, which looked like my gate key. Click the disarm button, and the Murci chime...