Starbucks. bucks.

Saturday, January 9, 2010

the one about still being alive!

Yes lovelies I hear a heave of sigh from y'all behind your screens to acknowledge the fact that I'm not exactly dead yet or involved in a car accident where I risk my life & save a 5 year old kid.

Good god Nov-Dec '09 has got to be a huge turn of events.

HUGE.
Hence, I'll let the pictures do most of the talking.

Congrats again Ruthie(:
The wedding's awesome!

& so I spent this Christmas and my birthday this year working instead of doing what the norms will do.
Shyzer.
But at least I had one of the most awesome Christmas dinner @ Ryan's place with all the fruit cake, sugar peanut, cinnamon chocolate coated thing. YAR-AH-MMMMMMMM.

Here I am smiling like some idiot because IMMA GONNA CHOMP CHOMP ON ORGASMIC STRAWBERRY SHORTCAKE CAKE.

HAHAHAHHAHA.
okay next.

Sambal prawns, Potato & cheese casserole (ORGASMIC) & fruit cake.

Garyyyyy's birthday @ Sage.
Bad stuff happened. Shall not elaborate.

teehee.

Adoragothuskies day.

Aha. jealous much.

Preparation for Christmas.
I can't remember when was the last time I did so much baking.

3 cakes & a truckload full of dark chocolate cake with cream cheese frostings muffins.
Unfortunately, I didn't have time to send out all the muffins because I was working quite intensively. :(

:'(
well. all's well.

Goldie @ homeclub.

& before this a HUGE KICKASS dinner and after Goldie 53 bucks worth of Balestier's Bak Ku Teh.

Tell me how not to gain weight this season.
Don't poke me about it.
I bite.

Phew.
Anyway.

They always say leave the best for the last right?

I'm attached (:

For more information, clicky on my facebook.

Happy 2010 people.
Have a beer, have a beer, have a beeeeeer!

G'day!

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

stay tune stay tune.

I'm busy as a beeeeeeeeeeeee.

:(

but but but.
i still love y'all :D

stay tune for huge update.
HUGE muthufishing update.

love,
mrs muthu.

G'day!

Wednesday, December 9, 2009

the one about the underground pass

In case you were wondering by my current MIA status,
I'm still creating mayhem around SG.

But with much mayhem come much expenses.
hence,

I had to resort to this.
I didn't have a choice.

Come come support me @ the underground pass @ Buona Vista.
I usually play from 12am to 2am on mondays, tuesdays and fridays.

Netways I'm busy working & stuff in preparation for 2010. :D
Show some love & text me kay.

P.S: If you believe the underground pass thing you should throw yourself out of the window.

G'day!

Saturday, November 28, 2009

the one about a span of 8 days.

In a span of 8 days, this is what can happen.

1) Crazy mambo night.

I love the last picture. HAHAHAHA.

2) Helipadako.

& the night ends in tears.
As usual.

3) The St Bernard.

Huge kickassbanana Beethovan.

4) The Speed Racer wannabe.

Dancing to Grease Lighting wearing a speed racer helmet as a pillion rider.

OH MAN.
AWESOMEness.

5) Aunt Kim's visit.

Aunt Kim's back from NYC for a short visit.
Me loves her long time.
NYC in MAY!

Let my brain stop rotting first & I'll come up with something GOOOODA.

have an awesome day people.
love you long time.

G'day!

Friday, November 20, 2009

the one about the 70 year old story

Picture this:

You're sitting on the rocking chair at the age of 70 with your nieces/nephews at the age of 19 all wanting a story from their good o' aunt.

& this.
Is prolly gonna haunt me for the rest of the week.
But I guess it turn out really funny.

Here's what I would have told my niece/nephews :

Okay kids, here's something to watch out if you're going for drinks with your friends.

1) Never belittle long island tea. Never. It taste really subtle but its prolly one of the most lethal drinks you can get. Get the old trusty red/white wine. You'll be sipping it & hence able to gage your oozy woozy spells well.

2) In the group that you're hanging out with for the night, ensure that you have at least 2 trusted friends going. At least. Trust me, if you were to ever enter a state of coma or blackout from over dosage of alcohol, they are the ones who will be carrying you everywhere because you would have your life pretty much sucked out of yer bodies.

3) If you're really overweight/obese, cut down. To at least a normal BMI. Because even at the weight of 47-48, you would prolly feel like 999999 kilograms to your poor friends who need to carry you in case you get a blackout. & that is the reason why they would prolly wake up to a overdosed of lactic acid in their arms because they would be playing the human relay with you as the baton.

4) Count your drinks kids, cause you don't really wanna experience getting piss drunk, or face a blackout.

Wait. You know what kids?
I'll adjust number 4 a little.
Count your drinks yes, but for once in your life, get piss drunk, experience a blackout when you get drunk. Fall into the bushes while drunk.

Because when you get to my age,
at least you would have proper advice to tell your grandkids/niece/nephews because you have experienced it first hand.

Because listening to me ain't gonna register all these in your head.
You gotta experience it yourself.

Okay go to Daddy Ben & have your dinner.
Aunt Bea have spoken too much.

Love you guys (:

G'day!

Saturday, November 14, 2009

the one about inked #2

"It's not a question of better or worse. The point is, not to resist the flow. You go up when you're suppose to go up & down when you're suppose to go down. When you're suppose to go up, find the highest tower & climb to the top. When you're suppose to go down, find the deepest well & go down to the bottom. When there's no flow, stay still. If you resist the flow, everything dries up. If everything dries up, the world is darkness. 'I am he and / He is me: / Spring nightfall.' Abandon the self, and there you are."

"I pull up my feet, bent my knees, and rested my chin on my hand. Then I closed my eyes. Still no sounds. The darkness behind my closed eyelids was like the cloud-covered sky, but the grey was somewhat deeper. Every few minutes, someone would come and paint over the grey with a different-textured grey - one with a touch of gold or green or red. I was impressed with the variety of greys that existed. Human beings were so strange. All you had to do was sit still for ten minutes, and you could see this amazing variety of greys."

Haruki Murakami is a genius with novels.
These 2 paragraphs come quoted from his novel "The Wind-up Bird Chronicle".
Extremely impressed with his distinct style of writing.

Anyway, thats for all you bookworms out there who are getting dry from reading novels that you trash within the 1st chapter of the book.

Life's been awesome for a while now, with my recent events.

Familia in latin.
Many people asked me why my choices for tatts are limited to cursive latin words/phrases.
Why no pictures?

Truth is, I don't really have an idea.
But somehow I feel more connected to words.
I was never a good talker because I find alot of difficulty trying to get people to understand me.
Which is one of the reason why Holmberg & Ter are calling me star seed.
But somehow they do manage to interpret what I'm trying to say & translate it to the person I'm talking to & you don't know how appreciate I am of that.

Okay back to the main gist.
Basically, I express myself better with writing as compared to talking.

The only bunch of people who stood by me no matter how much I disappoint them with my decisions in life.
The only bunch of people that teaches me to differentiate black & white.
The only bunch of people who teaches me life lessons.
This is for you.

With Jakeypoo's recommendation of David from Ez tattoos.

Nah, I didn't prepare my mum for this like what I did for other piece.
But she smiled when she saw my tatt at 2.30am.

& that smile kinda meant the world to me.
(:

Thanks for the recommendation bro, no regrets with David, & he was so gentle with the procedure that the pain was pretty much non existent. Ask Jake. I was talking to him during the entire process. teehee?

One more picture,
I look like fugly in it,
maybe its because....

I was standing beside Denise Keller the goddess.
But of all pictures.
I had to look bad in this one.
Or maybe I already do. :(
Hence I blurred my face.

Sigh. Oh denise.

G'day!

Thursday, November 12, 2009

the one about life's too short.

The flea market @ SAM was awesome.
Free popcorn.
Free beer.
Free candy floss.
I got a picture with Denise Keller.
I got 30 bucks for stuff that should add up to around 100 plus bucks.

& then shisha after that.
That's life mahn.

BUT.

Life's too short.
:(

Here's what I wanna do in this lifetime.

a) Be a dessert chef.

Create your own bread, create your own cakes.
Its just like another edible session of art&craft.

b) Be a professional photographer

When I first saw the picture of the Afghan girl with awesome eyes,

I went WOWWWWW.
& hence got really interested in photography.
Africa. Afghanistan. New Zealand. Egypt. Anywhere!

c) Be a professional tattooist.

People get tattoos for all kinds of reasons.
Some to bullshit. Some to commemorate death/life.
Some to remember. Some for passion.

Whatever the case is, they need good tattooist.
I'm glad that I haven't met anyone in this lifetime to give me bullshit for my tatts.

d) Be a travel guide.

There's one thing that I quite enjoy.
Which is waking up in different places everyday.
When I mentioned this to mum, she went : " WALAO YOU LIKE ONE NIGHT STANDS?!"
No no no, not in that direction.
Waking up to a different atmosphere & setting just makes me. happy I guess.
Culture. People. Atmosphere. City. Sea. Beach. Cafes.

:]

e) Assist in the process of writing novels ( non fiction preferred) for budding writers.

Nah, I don't hold the knowledge to write awesome stuff like Murakami, but it will be an honor to just help out budding writers to get their stuff on paper. I don't know how it works but yeh.
Get their stuff & thoughts on paper.

f) Earn being a part of a reggae band.

Music.Music.Music.
Need I say more?
To earn while pursuing your passion.
Nothing beats that.

g) Be a coffee connoisseur.

I love coffee art.
I love how coffee smells.
I love how coffee seems to make my day by making my world look so bright.

there you go, coffee connoisseur.

h) Have my own cooking show.

Nigella Lawson, Rachel Allen, Jaime Oliver just to name the popular few.
But I love cooking.
Not eating it but having guinea pigs to try out my stuff & watching their expression for the conclusion.

i) Making my own cocktails.

I have always wanted to start my own mini bar at home & create my own concoctions.
Think I asked ahneh & YY once if they wanna be my guinea pigs because I wanna create funny drinks that turn out tasting awesome.
Like, celery+vodka+orange+almonds.
Yeh I see you wincing behind your screens.

& can sorta predict them to be running to the toilets.
sigh.

There's never enough time.

G'day!

Saturday, November 7, 2009

the one about the summary

If I had to summarise the past one month into 1 picture, this is how it will look like.

& my new found fascination with the supermarket at Little India area.

Pardon my sucky hair.
I'm growing it out to have more hair for experimenting new hair styles.

One more.

Mr Bun passed on.
A few days ago.
I guess letting him run around the house wasn't a good idea because he ate

1) Dog food. ( Still can't understand why Jacky allows Mr Bun to touch his food & growls at us when we come near it.)
2) Stuff from the living room dustbin. ( Orange peels, nut shells, etc.)
3) Dust all over the house
4) My skin cells from my toes. ( I think this was the trigger. )

Funny as it sounds, I couldn't sleep the night that he died.
I took 5 flu pills that causes knock out conclusions.
The sensation was funny, like.
Your head's real dizzy you can't even get up but at the same time you just cannot sleep.

Somehow it feels like apart of me went along with him.
Well.
We all loved him.

Bye Mr Bun.
You were real awesome.
I'll never forget how I was instantly attracted to your beautiful grey eyes when I bought you at Serangoon.
I'll never forget how you hopped around ransacking my mini pantry & the living room dustbin.
Or how you love hiding behind my guitars.
Most of all, I'll never forget how you & Jacky were the best of friends.
& how my family loved you.
& how beautiful your grey eyes were.

You will always be my favourite bunny with the most beautiful eyes.
Toodles.

G'day!

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

the one about be happy, always

be happy, always.

Many good & bad events happening.
tell y'all more in a bit.

Hapy 2 year anniversary Ant dear.
You both make an awesome couple.

G'day!

Monday, November 2, 2009

the one about my letter to the universe

Dear Universe.

I know I haven't exactly been cutting down on my plastic bags.
Yeh I admit, I plucked out a flower from your wonderful garden and place it in my hair because I wanted to look flora.

But you drive me so insane by commanding my allergy reaction to trigger.
I know, I know.

I became an oriental chinese vampire for a night which is non existential in your universe that I'm unfortunately living in.
& because I'm not human for a night,

1) you made my eyes so bleedy swollen.
2) numb my fingers with your freezing november weather.
3) made me spam myself with chocolate & muffins & food which ended up repulsing out of my stomach because my body wasn't willing to accept it.
4) instructed some insect to bite my thigh & make it swell to the size of my palm.

I know you hate halloween where everyone's not human, but its just a day.
I'll spend the other 364 days of the year being a human.

If not for the medicine that Holmberg brought over ( thanks bro you're the best ) & additional ammunition around the corners of my house, I would have been pronounced dead by now at 10.59am.

Wait till I find my spaceship.
& I'll go back to where I belong.

Where the sun's always shining so brightly warming my skin up,
where everyone never grows fat no matter what they eat,
where eyebags have ceased to even exist.

Just wait universe.
You'll see!

Your's Sincerely,
Beata

Thursday, October 29, 2009

the one about the magical day

A magical day it was yesterday.
I have no idea why but its been a real long time I've been this happy.

Everyone seems to be smiling.
The air seems to be fresher.
The world seemed to be so much more clearer.
I feel so light.

Was it the 2 cups of long espresso in the morning?
Was it because I was hooked & reading Murakami's South of the border, West of the Sun?
Was it the undisturbed sleep?
Was it because I discovered fuckyeahhappy.tumblr.com?
Was it because I was out for the entire day instead of bumming around home?
Was it meeting HSHS & discovering that ahneh & I are aliens and ybox360's God?

I have no idea!
But whatever the case is,
everyday has to be like this.

HAS. TO. BE. LIKE. THIS.

I gave my remaining loose cash to a beggar.
Because I was so overjoyed.
Euphoria!

Maybe its because lady luck's shining on me again after a long hiatus.

In case you were wondering,
No, I've not fallen in love.

Just one of those days where
nothing in the world seemed to matter,
like no one's watching you,
where its just being so carefree,
and yourself.

(:

G'day!

Monday, October 26, 2009

the one about beautiful women.

So what's your definition of beauty?

Is it being a fucking size 0 or a size 00?
Being praised for being waif?
Starving yourself, void of the food that makes you happy?
Being known as the girl who looks hungry all the time instead of (insert name)?
Does this look & sound beautiful to you?

Or does this look beautiful to you?

Crystal Renn, Marilyn Monroe, Lizzie Miller, Rachel Allen, Nigella Lawson.

In our current living, we need to remind ourselves of what being a women is.
What living is.

I love watching discovery & living.
All these people look so happy cooking, baking, travelling.

Sometimes I guess its hard to avoid getting influenced by our current spread of size 0 models.
What is your definition of beauty?

I'm inspired by Crystal Renn.
Her story?

She used to be a size 00 model, aka our "normal" model size.
However she could only achieve such a look by starving & over exercising herself.

The turning point in her life came when she decided to stop imposing such moves upon her lifestyle & sign on to be a plus size model.

Guess what?
She became much more well known as a plus size model, as compared to who she was before.

To have such confidence to change her life.
Now that's beauty & courage.

What's your definition of beauty?

G'day!

Saturday, October 24, 2009

the one about the passing of maxillion.

As you can see from the above picture, Maxillion passed on, on 20 October 2009, at 9.15pm.
His neck snapped & its beyond recovery.

For that night I felt pretty lost, really.
To have something that's been your vessel of releasing out frustrations, to accompany you on those days where everything seemed to go wrong pass on in such a brutal tragedy.

But I guess everything must go sooner or later.
but I didn't expect it to be so fast.
5 years!

Darn.

But I guess its okay.
But if you guys have a lobang for 2nd hand good acoustic guitars please give me a buzz because spending 500 odds on a new one burns my pocket into my bones.

On the bright side, I have been getting inspirations everywhere.
From the internet, to advertisements, to books to any form of medium.

Doodling, doodling, dreaming, musing, musing, dreaming.
Long bus rides home just gives that extra kick.

Especially learnsomethingeveryday that makes me happy when I browse through their works that I just had to doodle the exact same thing again on my black book.

& the best part came when I had my first motorbike ride.
I know it sounds kuku that only when I'm 19 that it happened.
But it just inspired me to get my damn Vespa.

With bike license first.

Its like how Aladdin flew on his magic carpet.
Its like how people rode on horses instead of carriages.

bliss.
Hope you guys had a good week!

G'day!

Monday, October 19, 2009

the one about hello beautiful day.

My thoughts have been extremely dry.
So this is just an updating post.

So it was my bro's 22nd birthday.
& he celebrated it like a King.

Friends threw a surprise party.
Family dinner was this OMGWTFBBQ seafood dinner at West Coast.
& celebrating with his girlfriend.

He managed to roll Mr Bun up into a Adoogen ball, fascinating.

Oh yeh, Mr Bun had a little Martell.
To date he's still being weird & all.
Itchy mouth.

the point here is.
School's back.

Hardest holiday to pull through,
but I guess.
All part & parcel.

Yesterday I was at Spinelli's with Ant, people watching & getting our kopi fixate.
In our teens, we talked about life's theories & how screwed up the world is getting.
I really wonder whats gonna be our next topic when we hit our mid twenties.

Who knows?
Irrationally as it sounds, 5 years down the road I might end up doing photography in Africa, surviving on basic human needs, getting chased by lions & Zeepbra & then coming back to SG looking all scruffy & messy but happy.

Well. Thats a one case scenario.
Infinite possibilities, too little time.

Think I better start preparing for the reopening of school.
Life flows, flows, flows, flows.

hello beautiful day.

G'day!

Thursday, October 15, 2009

the one about 500 days of summer.

No, I don't really like the sappy love stories.
Sometimes I think I'm really rude when I tell guys that they can stop sweet talking.
Literally.

The holiday has Jude Law, Cameron Diaz, Jack Black & Kate Winslet.
Hence, its an exception.

Back to the point,
500 days of summer really capture my attention for movies of 2009.
Nah, its not your normal, she falls for him blah predictable ending.

I love how the director portrays the entire movie.
Zoeey Deschanel is one of the few beauties that capture my attention, I started to notice her in Yes man actually. Stunning eyes. Even I will fall for her.

Sweet stuff I swear, & its based on a true story.
But don't watch it with a date though.

Dangerous.

It made me ponder on love, y'know.
Love is more complicated than death, thats one thing for sure.

& its funny how you can be mighty cheery at one moment & after one phonecall you pretty much die on the spot.

stutter.
you wanna run away.
you do the most unexpected stuff.

good god.

Sometimes I just don't wanna talk anymore.
But just run.
hide somewhere.
away from the glaring face of the world.
away from giving yourself a facade.
my room is not the best place to be right now.

help.

Sunday, October 11, 2009

the one about the stamp

Ever since the stamp for entry at homeclub was chopped on my wrist on friday,
I have been obsessed with it.

How obsessed?
I called Josie up & ask him to ask the door chica ( door bitch is too degrading, I believe they are happy people ) what is it & where did they purchase the stamp from.
After bathing I take my sharpie marker & trace the remaining lines of the stamp print.

Its been long since I'm so obsessed over something.

Other than Jude Law, if you were wondering.

I've been so mesmerized by it, I might be doing a tatt of it on my hip.
Alongside with beatrice who wants a lipstick print on her wrist.

Right now,
I'm still thinking about it because I did recall myself saying once that I'll only place permanent ink on myself that has a greater meaning to it, like my current one.

So I have been trying to come up with funny, funny excuses.
Like, this print reminds me of dad.
so I should DO IT.
Like, this print reminds me of the fun I had with my friends.
so I should DO IT.

more more more more more.
Now I bet you must be wondering.

How does it look like?

Yes.
I know.
I can see you going ?! behind your screens.

Josie said its the lego mustache man.
To me it looks like a mustache man on a peanut butter jar saying "YAH MAHN".

oh dear.

G'day!

the one about the dream.

The universe gives you a choice.
To choose.

In order to move forward, you know you have to change something in your life. From dropping out of school, to changing a diploma, to a break up, to patching back & etc.
Its never a destined fate.
People who say that " I'm destined to be tied to this fate. " ,
make excuses up so that they don't have to face any change in life.

For every decision you make, you will face the consequences with it.
The good & the bad ones.

Some days I ponder too much on the bad stuff.
It usually ends up hitting myself with the frying pan to wake me up but still,
you get the gist.

In return,
Knowing people from all walks in life,
Listening to them widens my muse, my imaginations.
Knowing that I'm never alone & basically, I'm not the first person to undergo such a turmoil of emotions.
Pursuing what I deemed to be my interest in life because I feel happy about it.
I love all my friends.

Like, hanging out with HSHS ( ahnehahneh&ybox360), singing in the train & basically anywhere on scotch.
Like, my mambopuff girls who never fail to mambo hard with cheesy music.
Like, my lovers who always try to meet me up despite their busy schedule.
Like, my cousins I've known all my life.

I'll never be alone.

Today,
I woke up.
My brain won the battle this time.
& hopefully for all.

In reality,
I tried my best.
I really really did.

I'm done.
Because I know that I'm only confining myself to my own state of mind.
You know,
its all psychology.

& we.
are stronger than that.

G'day!

Friday, October 9, 2009

the one about mambopuff girls.

Oh mambo mambo,
you never fail us.

I think we can be called mambopuff girls.
I don't have a better name.

I feel sad for the owner.

& we were so tired we were chanting:

oh my, shit I'm so tired, my ears are ringing.
How I don't wanna be deaf but my ears are ringing.
Am I speaking too loud? But I'm not really really loud right because I can't hear properly.
Why the DJ like this? So loud, people had to stuff tissues into their ears to continue to mambo.
I think we are gonna have a damn good sleep when we get home la so tired so tired so tired
oh my I have never been so tired in my life, my ears are ringing.

& keep repeating it till we reach our individual destinations.

hahahaha.
I love you mambopuff girls.

G'day!

Wednesday, October 7, 2009

the about about oh,oh, how we have evolved.

Someone once said to me that the only constant is change.

2005-2006:

2007:

2008-2009:

2009 was a turning point in life.

Embarrassing moments, Happy moments, horrible moments. Overtheworld moments.

Yeh sometimes I wake up in the morning wondering why did I do that. why did I do this. blah.
So here's a confession.

Whenever there's a night of mayhem, I have this strange & weird habit of calling people, close or not close to, on my phonebook & ranting all my private information/worries to the receiver.

Stuff that are so private, when I wake up in the morning & recall what I said, I take my frying pan & whack my forehead screaming " OH MY GOD NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO!"

Till date my (unfortunate) receivers, have been awesome people whom can actually keep a secret. But there's always one thing that all these lovelies have been telling me, now that I reflect back.

" B. WHY DON'T YOU JUST GO HOME. & SLEEP. SOME THINGS ARE NOT WITHIN YOUR CONTROL. STOP BLAMING YOURSELF FOR EVERY DAMN SHIT IN YOUR LIFE & LET IT GO."

I never regretted calling these people out of the blue, because they tell me stuff that I need to hear. So with my deepest gratitude, I thank you.

Yes people, I don't know how many of you out there are facing a huge predicament where shadows seem to be a little more darker than usual, but sometimes its not our fault.
We need to move on. Learn. Whatever.

Why? Because of failure? Because you fear failure?

Do what makes your face brighten up, even brighter than the sun.

Yeh people have been telling me that I look like a boy with my one sided sideburns & my fatty legs but guess what? I love my hair. I'm gonna lose my boobs if I'm gonna lose my fatty legs so.

PEOPLE JUST GONNA DEAL WITH IT.

SO WHAT

I guess I just lost my boyfriend
I don't know where he went
So I'm gonna spend my money
I'm not gonna pay his rent

I got a brand new attitude
And I'm gonna wear it tonight
I'm gonna get in trouble
I wanna start a fight

So, so what, I'm still a rock star
I got my rock moves and I don't need you
And guess what, I'm havin' more fun
And now that we're done I'm gonna show you tonight

I'm alright, I'm just fine and you're a fool
So, so what, I am a rock star
I got my rock moves and I don't want you tonight

G'day!

Saturday, October 3, 2009

the one about sideburns

" HELLO I WANT SIDEBURNS! BUT I DON'T WANNA LOOK LIKE A BOY!"

& when dad saw my hair, he asked.

" Are you gonna do the rooster hair the next time I see you walking into the house in 3 months time ? "

G'day!