GX: Something different.

Perve on the photos at winkris.multiply.com/photos/album/30

Can't be arsed to put captions simply because there's way too many images. And for those of you who were there last night, I'm sure i speak on behalf of the boys and say THANK YOU FOR YOUR LOVE AND SUPPORT!

GX: The New Beginning

~:: SEE YOU THERE ::~

bombsquadron.blogspot.com

Congratulations is in order...

Mr and Mrs Bruce Wong
~:: 29th of June 2007 ::~

Although i've only known you both since pre-R3, we've had quite a number of memorable times together and probably some of my funniest. I'm so glad to have met you all. And i thank you for your friendship and trying to keep a smile on my face each time effortlessly.

But i'm so sorry i couldn't be witness to your special day but i'm sure Mr Cancellations knows i'll be there in spirit. Here's wishing you both all the luck and love possible, although i'm sure it's not needed since there's more than enough going around.

I'm certain we'll be seeing each other in the near future sometime and once again congratulations!

Much love,
"I swear... oh my fucking gawd!"

xox

PS. And for good old times sake, i dedicate this song to you both... LMFAO!

It's straight. Well sort of.

I've always loved rummaging through stationery stores. Never mind if i just come out with a dinky pen or an eraser. I like new stationery and apparently it's been an obsession from the time i was knee high.

And lately i am on a mission to get the perfect cutter. I've experimented with a few that's around in the office but have yet to find the one.

One would think that the never ending mock-ups i did during my uni days would be enough practice. Armed with a scalpel [yes the very ones surgeons use to slice through flesh] and a steel ruler was a common sight for any hopeful designer.

Usually accompanied by a dripolator to help fuel the midnight oil to do last minute creations. Not forgetting the wasted paper equivalent to that of a full grown tree and used up cartridges because of silly mistakes.

Oh how things have NOT changed... I still can't cut straight.

Yes, even with a ruler and crop marks that are clearly visible. And although i can stick double-sided tape down perfectly fine, by the time i try and align 2 pages, i still manage to be off by a few millimetres. Oh it's moments like those that i so wish i was a perfectionist. But i'm sure the public is thankful that i didn't end up as a plastic surgeon.

And yesterday, it took me close to 2 hours to do a 12 page brochure mock-up. WHY? Because i THOUGHT i would be a smarty pants and trim the pages in batches as opposed to single sheets just so i could save time. And as usual my blade slipped and i ended up shaving a few millimetres off and ended up printing them out again. So i ended off with a slightly smaller brochure and sentences slightly on an angle.

...DAMN IRRITATING! *sigh*

So when AnBloodyMumNohMore needed help with her mock-up this morning, i was hesitant but was super careful and opted to cut like a geriatric.

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AND i still managed to fuck up... twice! Yes, i know very well it's not the blade or the cutter that has issues or replacement.

*insert "IMMA LITTLE DICKHEAD..." sung in the "I'm a Little Teapot" tune*

Boo turns 32

Dear Boobers,
today is the day that you're one year older. You know you can hear it... "OLDDDDDD!"

You've been heaps busy with work and classes but at the end of it all it'll be worth it. You've always been good at languages and learning new things. One of the many qualities that i've always been envious of. Your bubbly character and obvious love for those you care about is one-of-a-kind.

And i know in previous years we grew apart [for various reasons we both know]. But as time ticks on and people walk in and out of our lives we know that no matter what happens, we have each other! I guess that's why i love having you as my sister.

What i love about us is that we'll still make stupid jokes and "kiki-kaka" till the early hours of the night when you're old and crusty and strolling along in your wheel chair and i'll be tagging alongside you with my walking cane.

And i guess that's one of the many good things about our family, no matter what we always have one another even though we're on either sides of the world from one another. I miss you so much and hope you had a great day.

So anyway, i know your landlord doesn't allow pets, so instead i stole a sheep for you...










Lots of love and hugs,
Chris... xox

PS. He's slightly neked but i figured you could pass him off as a dog with issues.

So we meet again.

The past few days/weeks i've been so preoccupied with work that any free time i get i find an escape by reading up on other peoples' lives. It's like peeping through the keyhole and observing their lives and how they want to be seen to the public. Hmmm... sounds familiar?

Recently i've gotten back into contact with long lost school mates from way back. Some as far as 17 years ago. Then there are those friends who have that strong connection with my ex and i. I always had that feeling as if they were "his" friends.

And i contemplated whether i wanted to add them to my list...

Uh oh.

At one stage just hearing their names opened a few wounds and memories were evoked. I chose to cut myself out of their lives in order to heal. But as time moved on [and proves], it's true it does make one stronger.

To those who have stuck beside me till now, i can appreciate what i had and am thankful to have them in my life.

And although our lives have gone separate ways, our paths have now crossed again and it's so nice to catch up again. Never mind it's only just a few typed sentences.

It's as if nothing changed.

But it brings me back and i realised i do really miss them... and him. And it's those kinds of friendships that one appreciates and often take for granted. I look at the present and see so many open spaces and realise what's lacking.

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"...But I've got to get a move on with my life. It's time to be a big girl now. Big girls don't cry..." ~ Big Girls Don't Cry (Fergie)

Bluetoothin

[Galloping cloud post Malacca]

I wasn't intending to frollick down memory lane but being the lame-o that i am i will.

I hadn't figured out how to transfer my photos off my phone [yes there was no cable and yes i tried transferring it previously but it didn't work and yes i am usually more tech saavy].

So to free my itty bitty memory i have on my Samsung, i decided to attempt the Bluetooth thing again. And alas, the transfer worked! BUT then stalled half way... grrrr... but these are some that i managed to pull out. Images date back to 2005.

And YES i've had them in my phone for that long and at last they have been freed!
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Frollick down winkris.multiply.com/photos/album/29

Nugget to the rescue.

I won't get into how much work is starting to get on my nerves.

That little stress ball that i worked so hard to banish has found its' way back into my life. But AnBloodyMumNohMore keeps reminding me each day to chant "And This Too Shall Pass..." each time i get into my frenzies. I realise it's much better than wanting to slam my head against the wall.

It didn't help that i ran out of my meds over the weekend. And last night i went to bed feeling as if my brain was going to implode. I got to work not feeling any better and with deadlines creeping up my arse, i couldn't help but feel like i was going to lose it.

But then my Nugget texted me after work to see if i was free for dinner. Which worked out perfectly as i had to make an emergency stop to pick up my prescription and my stomach was grumbling. So within half an hour of swallowing the capsule i could already feel the pressure depleting and we made our way to dinner.

We ended up at Sushigroove at 1U. Not the typical japanese restaurant one is used to but the food was edible and the interior was almost club like.

It was a fucked up start to my week but the day ended on a smooth note de-stressing with my Super White engaged Nugget. THANKS NUGGET!

["Not in a lesbian kinda way"]

Domesticating and all that.

I am happy to say that slowly but surely i will get my place in order. Sunday usually involves household chores/errands.

I don't have the luxury of a maid/mother/slave to look after me, so i spent part of the day doing nearly all my laundry; washed, dried and folded. Obviously with breaks in between to watch C.S.I and trashiness on Channel E!

Although i'm proud to say that this Clutter Queen has finally organised her dressing table. I admit i've not completely parted with the numerous NEARLY completed random bottles/containers/tubes of what-not. But it's so much more neater to the extent that i can ACTUALLY see the tables' surface.

And as a bonus i've even found a few necklaces that i had THOUGHT i lost. So now they can join my growing collection of accessories.

But i'm looking forward to passing out on my crispy clean sheets and resting my coconut head on my feather down pillow.

Yes, this post was NEARLY as exciting as my day. And you know what? You just gotta deal with it.

[Image stolen from www.no-treason.com]

Unnecessary purchases soothes the soul.

Spent an unnecessary amount of money at Watsons today. Which included a travel toothbrush with a contraption that spews out toothpaste. I'm not going anywhere anytime soon but i'm a sucker for well designed items.

So i updated my vitamins collection and one step closer to strong bones when i eventually become old and crusty. And when my hair begins to recede [which apparently it has begun] and thins out at least it'll be healthy all thanks to Evening Primrose oil.

And to add to my spending i also decided that my ghetto beige coloured sofa cushions were in need of replacement. So they've been taken over by 4 olive green covers. Which of course was an unnecessary purchase but who cares, they look nice invading my couch.

I've wanted to replace my super old One Star for ages but for some reason when i went to the store to try the All Stars the other day i couldn't help but think i stole Ronald McDonald's shoes [they made me look like a clown]. I thanked the sales assistant and my search continued. That was until i found a pair of Momoe wannabe Converse shoes... which are super cute and they don't make my feet look like they're wearing paddles.

But before all that i got my hair trimmed at Razer Edge in 1U and i am now sporting a shorter whispy fringe. The woman blow dried my shoulder length hair so now it looks light and bouncy. For some reason it reminds me of a helmut/wig but MissSeniorPisces says the new do suits me.

Hmmm... we'll see.

So anyway it's Saturday night and MissSeniorPisces and i are watching a dodgy pirated version of Elf and sipping orange juice. I currently don't really have much of a night life but hey, my liver is thanking me.

*Eyes her liquor collection adoringly*

They say if you visualise it, it will come true...

Often that works when i'm seated in the passenger's seat and i'm circling a full car park and like magic an empty lot appears. But this post is not referring to those kinds of available spaces in life.

Not too long ago i secretly wished that i didn't have to be "alone". Don't get me wrong, i'm perfectly fine with the independent and single lifestyle [ok i lied, it took me a very long time to get used to Single Ville, in fact i've become Mayor].

There are those rainy days when i can't be bothered to venture outdoors and i think back to those days when him and i would spend a relatively unhealthy amount of time in bed. But of course there's more to A partner than JUST getting jiggy with him under/over/around the bed sheets.

*pauses*

Yea, of course there is more to a relationship than THAT. But i don't have to go listing them do i?

But when that came to a shocking end, it gave me free range. Which is always good fun but being the pathetic, broken hearted, lost soul that i became i somehow projected a multi-coloured FUCK OFF vibe the minute i stepped out my front door. I looked down at relationships and if anything, that was the furthest thing from my mind. I played the field as well as i could.

But perhaps my tomboy style that i took on was my subconscious telling the world that i was comfortable with my skin and that being a girl didn't mean that one had to girlify oneself. Which i tried to translate to, LEAVE ME ALONE [and to some degree it worked].

I admit i found comfort in dressing as far off the feminine scale. When i cut my extra long locks i hoped that would reset my ways and not only literally but metaphorically cut away my past.

But it's inching towards 3 years and i've decided that i'll start growing my hair, which not only is symbolic but mentally i have gained strength. And as i continue to step closer to being meds-free, i take back my femininity and learn to accept that some things weren't meant to be.

I'll be honest and say i look back and wouldn't change a thing. I think acceptance comes with time which somehow translates to ones' maturity.

AND MAYBE... just maybe he was right when he said, one day i'll make someone a very happy person.

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So embracing the moment here's me wishing this Friday evening that one day that'll come true. And who knows, maybe i'll join the ranks of those love sick fuckers out there whom i've convinced myself to hate but in reality am green with envy.

But first things first... i am going to attempt to de-clutter my place [again] and in turn increasing my chances of bringing in good chi.

xox


[On repeat... on my iPod: John Legend - P.D.A [We Just Dont Care]]

Finally some decent UV Nation pics.

I'm usually pretty good with uploading images soon after an event but the last few weeks have been hell at work.

So i apologise for my tardiness. I was going to watermark these images but i'm super tired and i can't be arsed. But i would really appreciate if you do steal any of these images and post them on your blog, to at least link back to http://winkris.blogspot.com.

CHEERS BIG EARS!!!

For those of you who didn't make it UV NATION, i've written a somewhat short/long winded post about the night. I've included some photos so if you can't be arsed to go through the 172, you can just read it here... http://winkris.blogspot.com/2007/06/recap-of-uv-nation.html

CHECK 'EM OUT > http://winkris.multiply.com/photos/album/28

Note to IE users:

It's not so much of a life and death situation but it's been bugging me for some time. This post is directed to those of you who are viewing this site in the default browser; Internet Explorer, my question to you is why?

Not only are Firefox, Opera and [insert other web browsers] readily available for FREE to download, there are numerous other benefits.
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OK so i tried to be fancy...

I edited the template and perhaps [most likely] when i adjusted my settings i deleted/typed the wrong digit. And because of that my side panel is shifted to the bottom of the page [only when viewed in IE]. It's annoying and it's not that i'm being anal, it just irritates me that it does that.

So if some kind soul out there could please be an angel and have a looksy at my PAGE SOURCE and tell me what i can do/change so all those individuals who INSIST on using IE to browse online can see what i see. Do share your knowledge and i'll be forever grateful.
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Why is IE EVIL?
DRAG > POINT > *click* FIREFOX

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FYI Past 500 users

[Thanks statcounter!]

Spankin' new passport and nowhere to go

I was meant to meet my dad at the hotel at 10am so then i could have brekkie before we headed off to the embassy to pick up our spankin' new passports. I was down to my last page!

But it was 9.30 by the time i woke up and i ended up spending the next 15 minutes lazing around in bed whilst Satan's Spawn cuddled up to my right calf and rested his head against my ankle.

BAD MOVE because i ended up taking a short snooze. By the time i reached the hotel it was inching towards 11. And like a drive-by pick-up, my dad hopped into the cab and we made our way to the embassy. Which took up all of 10 minutes!

We decided to have brunch [since i took half day leave]. I then spent some time and chatted with him about life and what stresses invades my brain. I decided to accompany him to The Mall so he could purchase his new rollaway bag and i oogled over my new SUPER SAVER flashlight and 1 Litre water bottle.

I returned to the office by 2pm and have planted my arse in front of my computer since then.

I've been so busy with work i've only had time to go downstairs for a smoke ONCE. Yes my lungs are thanking me.

I've finished ALL the changes and have even completed the work that i need to send off in the morning for approval. Yes i deserve a giant gold star.

But my nightmare doesn't end there because tomorrow i have to concentrate on the conference booklet [which i'm hoping to at least get the layout completed by tomorrow otherwise my boss will chop up into little pieces and demand an explanation as to why i'm slacking].

HELLO! I am not slacking.

I only know my attention to detail has gone down the drain and as a result i feel like shit. But that's a whole different story.
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If only he knew how many bloody changes and media/ad inserts there were... *sigh* I'm sure he does know. It's not as simple as it looks... i only have 2 hands, 1 brain and 24 hours in a day.

FUCK IT... i'm done for the day. I have a headache, i'm hungry and i want to go home.

Feline company

My day off yesterday did absolutely bollocks to my de-stress levels. If anything all that did was remind me how much work i have waiting for me.

I went to pick up Satan's Spawn this afternoon. His dark ash coloured coat was in need of a wash and his claws required trimming. After an hour, he returned smelling like he'd been raped by a powder puff. The scent was slightly overwhelming.

Since it was still office hours, i brought him back to my desk and left him in his carrier whilst i continued on with work.

I didn't think i was going to be staying late but due to a pressing deadline i had to make sure i sent out the finished visual to the client before the day was over, i ended up there later than expected.

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I've only JUST got home... *whinge whinge bitch bitch* But it was a nice change to have Satan's Spawn beside me for most of the day.

He wrote, Love...

I spent the early part of the day rummaging through boxes looking for some photo albums of when i was a teen. For some reason my need to turn back the clock was on the top of my agenda the minute i woke up.

I can't remember how many boxes i went through but it seemed like i managed to find every other photo other than the ones that i was looking for [which usually is the case]. Photographs ranging from me trying to get my balance in front of my 1st birthday cake to that awkward stage when i had a mouth full of metal, permed shoulder length hair and proudly displayed a serious case of bad dressing.

Amongst the random photographs that lay bundled together, i came across captured moments of him and i. I do remember there was a time that i couldn't bring myself to even browse through the albums. But this time i slowly went through them and the memories came flooding in.

It seemed like every other photograph i picked up had his face captured or was a part of a story leading to his image. And as if i were reliving the moment, i played the scene in my head as if it just happened. It didn't make me sad, if anything it brought back some funny moments and i couldn't help but smile.

And just like that i got sidetracked.

I decided to look for a particular shoe box knowing perfectly well where it was located, i took out the step ladder. And there it was, just where i last saw it months ago. The box contained letters and random objects. Never the one to throw things away, i found miscellaneous items that to the layman it would be rubbish but somehow it had sentimental value.

I didn't have the heart to reopen the envelopes, so i just ignored them and turned over the random postcards. I read them as if i were reading it for the first time.

I thought of taking some photographs and the letters back with me but instead i packed them away neatly and returned them to its original place. One day i hope i can sit down and read through them but for the time being, i'll let them rest in peace.

But i did end up packing my old 1995-1996 Homework Diary in my rollaway bag.

Back then my handwriting took up two-thirds of the space between the lines. Large enough that if one was visually impaired, it would still be legible. A calendar filled with homework assignments, names of bars/clubs i went to and even pentagrams on the days that him and i did the nasty.

Then i came across this and i remembered why i kept it for so long...

[Just thought i'd say Hi, Happy 1 month Anniversary Love Mark]

Who knew we'd end up celebrating 96 months [give or take a few, i can't remember anymore]. Oh well... it's all in the past.

But isn't it funny how those little things in life can mean so much. It's all over red rover.

Not so far but far enough.

It's a nice change to have home cooked food and not spend the evening alone.

I'm trying very hard to ignore my work stresses. I know the next couple of days has another round of deadlines lined up for me. If only time would stand still because i'm not looking forward to the upcoming week or the week after for that matter.

It's times like these i believe taking leave entitles the employee to have temporary amnesia especially when it's work related. I'm not available and this is my only chance to destress.

RM75 + 7 hours to waste

I can't get anymore lamer than i already am.

I'm sitting at an internet cafe at KLIA waiting to board my flight. So here it goes, i'll share with you my little dose of stupidity...

My flight was scheduled to leave at 10.45am. I even managed to get AnBloodyMumNohmore to give me a wake up call at 7.30. So thinking i'd have enough time, i casually called a cab and made my way to KL Sentral an hour later.

A huge rubber stamp with the word DOMESTIC was printed on my ticket. So i assumed that meant the LCC Terminal. And before you even say, NO it's not... well wait, my story hasn't ended yet.

So i'm sitting on this oversized bus and the air-conditioning is turned on full-blast. I'm wearing my regular get up that consists of my 3/4s, a baby T and slippers. Half an hour into the journey my toes seem to have turned a light shade of blue due to the temperature being close to that of Siberia.

I arrive at LCCT and stare up at the Departures schedule, only to notice they're only flight numbers starting with 'A'. I have my headphones on and i don't notice my friend calling out my name. It's Naz, my old college mate from way back. I'm sure i had BIMBO scratched into my forehead, if not well it should have been.

Without a hug and greeting, i bust out with, "OH MY GAWD I CAN'T FIND MY FLIGHT! I'm at the wrong terminal..." So there i was dragging my roll away bag, carrying my faux Tokidoki LeSportsac and looking very stressed in a terminal full of early birds. But i noticed my flight was scheduled to leave in less than an hour! So i run to the Information desk only to be told the dreadful news i already knew.

55 minutes til departure

"I'm sorry mam you'll miss your flight. You will have to take a taxi or the bus to KLIA. The next flight is this afternoon..." I thanked her for her assistance and said farewell to my friend. It soon was followed by a frantic call to my dad. Being the calm one, he told me to relax and just make my way to the ticketing office at KLIA.

By the time i arrived, i dragged my stupid self to the counter and explained my story. Which the lady smiled [i can only assume she found my story amusing]. And because of my stupidity i've had to pay a RM75 penalty fee and wait for the next flight at 5.25pm.

So in the past 4 hours i have;

1. Seen 3 people with cowboy hats
2. Bought a book [The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time by Mark Haddon]
3. Polluted my lungs with 3 cigarettes
4. Eaten at Burger King
5. Sipped on brewed coffee
6. Rode on 2 buses [from KL Sentral and LCCT]
7. Taken random photos
8. Visited the loo way too many times
9. Payed RM10 to use the internet for 50 minutes

[I have 20 minutes left to use the internet and 2 and a half more hours to kill]. *Sigh*

me love carbs.

I got my blood test results this afternoon and i am happy to say that i am disease-free. It seems as though my insides are doing relatively well... my liver is not crying and neither are my kidneys. So well done to me!

That's not to say i was expecting to be diagnosed with anything chronic *touch wood* but then again one can never be too careful nowadays.

My thyroid levels have remained normal, which is a huge relief since i kind of gave up on taking my meds once i found out they were ok. Which is very naughty of me *hides*

The only 2 things i have to be concerned about is that i'm low in calcium and my glucose levels seem a bit high. But my results were probably tainted because i had some coffee prior to having my blood taken, which i did inform the nurse. But yes, i know one is meant to fast prior to such test but i didn't know i was going to take a blood test until that morning!

So anyway, i've also been told to cut down on my carbohydrates and seafood intake *shakes head* But i'm such a BreadPotatoesPasta monster that if i cut them out of my diet... she might as well tell me to starve... CANNOT!

... i love my carbs too much.

Just another day

I've had a shit day and i can't be arsed to write anything worth reading. I'm super stressed with work... i can barely breathe.
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I'm running away this weekend...

Wuth wrong wif ma toof?

[Courtesy of littlerocket dot net]

It's already mid week and already i'm yearning for the weekend. I'm super stressed and the lack of sleep has finally hit hard.

I've been super busy at work with deadlines coming out from all directions. Yesterday my brain couldn't hack it and i felt my eyelids forcing themselves shut at one point.

I stared at my computer screen and chanted to myself to WAKE THE FUCK UP but all that did was put me into some sort of trance and my eyes suddenly went cross eyed.

"10 minutes... JUST 10 minutes of shuteye is all i need..."

I positioned myself in front of the beanbags and armed myself with a notebook, brief and pencil just in case i needed to scribble. And within seconds fell onto the marked space on the over sized beanbags which are conveniently tucked away in the corner behind the 2-way bookshelf. My arse cushioned itself and within seconds i fell into the most intense cat nap.

I woke up to the sound of my boss' voice talking to one of the clients over the phone. Whilst pacing back and force in his office, he managed to convince our client to not cancel the brochure that i had painstakingly been working on.

Which was around the time that i sprung back up and returned to the glare of my computer screen.

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Yesterday i decided to make an appointment to see a dentist up the road.

In fear that my slight chip on my front tooth would result into a bigger chip that in turn would mean i'd have to get it removed. But i can't remember the last time i went to the dentist. All i remember is going into surgery when i was 17 to remove all 4 wisdom teeth that were still embedded in my jaw bone. And as a result left me looking like a swollen chipmunk and sipping blended fruits through a straw for a week.

But images of a toothless smile flashed before my eyes!

What if my teeth were in fact rotten because i had steered clear of the dentist ever since. What if i had to get a full set of dentures by the time i turn 30 and had to learn how to perfect a gummy smile.

Oh no, i can hear the drill in the background *cringes*

It ended up that my tooth had a crack through it and due to grinding my teeth at night, i had worn down a small section of it. But apart from that i was congratulated that my teeth were in good condition. *pats herself on the back*

So a sealant was applied to the chip, some scaling and polishing was done and i was out the door within half an hour. It's like magic... my tooth looks complete again.

A recap of UV Nation

At last!

Not only have i had a super busy start to my working week but it has taken me bloody ages to edit and put these photos together! So i apologise beforehand should i begin to ramble, my brain decides to shut down temporarily and/or my sentences begin to not make sense.

So anyway, the plan was to meet around 9pm [which in most cases ends up being much later]. There was concern that if we arrived very late we'd be stuck in traffic or finding a vacant parking space nearby around would be nearly impossible.

I couldn't imagine how an event could possibly be put together in a car park. So curiosity kept the adrenalin running.

Chook and i arrived at One Utama and began our look out for night shoppers heading back to their car so we could take over their parking space. It was strange to see so many people loitering around in the parking lot amongst stationary cars. And as we drove past the entrance, i couldn't help but notice many looked VERY YOUNG [i'm more than than certain there were a lot of underage patrons trying their luck].

"VISUALISE A VACANT SPOT AND IT WILL COME."
[And true enough it didn't take long for a car to reverse out.]

Chook and i made our way to the entrance trying to figure out how to redeem his SMS Free ticket but with the lack of signages and people looking just as confused as we were, it seemed like nothing could help the situation. So i went up to the guy with the CREW tag to politely ask where i could go to redeem tickets.

And as the guy turned he recognised Chook and smiled in my direction. He assumed hewas still working for Scenique and happily gave us 2 wrist bands which gave us FREE entry despite me saying that i already had a purchased a ticket i got earlier that week.

We decided to meet the others downstairs because it would be madness to fight our way through the crowd.

Eventually someone had the brilliant idea to go to Chilli's and have a few beers prior to going in. Which at the time we had no idea that the venue had ACTUALLY RUN OUT OF BEER and soon to be WATER! Had we known, i'm sure we would have gone to Chilli's earlier!

By the time we decided to make our way to the entrance, the crowd at the front had thinned out.

As we passed the gates, darkness took over and UV florescent tubes vaguely lit the area. Having no idea where to go, we ended up just going with the flow and hoped that we'd end up at the main arena.

Seriously, if the idea of having strangers invading your personal space freaks you out, be glad that you stayed home. By time we found our friends at the designated pillar [i think it was 5I 26] it felt like we had walked through a sauna. The combination of extreme body heat, lack of air circulation in the area made the overall experience difficult to adjust to.

But despite sweating bullets Wingboy, Baby and i were on a mission to find beer!

After being told twice by two separate counters that they had run out of beer, we ended up walking to the other side only to be confronted with a massive crowd of people wanting the same thing.

Quite pissed off we decided fuck waiting...
We'll just be thirsty and dehydrate!

When we finally made our way back, they announced that Bass Agents were on next.

A bunch of us made our way through the crowd and wiggled our way to the front. But even though my Lumix has this super anti-shake button, it was nearly impossible to get a shot i wanted.

Which is when i saw Joyce the Fairy. With barely any sweat absorbed in her Rasberry coloured hair, she stood behind the barrier with a MEDIA tag around her neck smiling away. I then had a brilliant idea of asking her if it would be possible if she could get me in front just so i could take a few shots of the boys. She couldn't guarantee anything but i figured... i might as well try my luck.

Security wasn't exactly tight but with a few exchanged words she managed to convince the guy to let me through. I'm very grateful. After i got my few shots, i threw myself back into the congested area so i could take more random pictures.

Originally, Bass Agents were scheduled to do the closing set, right after Scot Project but due to an unforeseen incident. Rumor has it that Frank fainted backstage and as a result the boys were informed they had to play first. But without fail they managed to build up the existing vibe that Benassi left to one that was electric! As the tunes got harder, the crowd got even more excited. It was truly a sight to be seen.

There were moments where i moved a few steps in a different direction to avoid the random dodgy person but Baby, Looney and Boon were beside me whilst i was trigger happy, so i didn't feel uncomfortable.

Instead, i managed to capture a number of shots of the graphics they projected on the white wall.

By the time Scot Project came on, we decided to make our way back to our original spot way at the back but bumped into some friends i haven't seen in ages. Then i decided to camwhore for awhile since i had enough of taking photos of the backs of heads and multi-coloured lights.

xox

PS. if you're wondering where the individual images are, i can tell you that i haven't uploaded them on my multiply yet. Why? Because it's nearly 2:30am and i've spent all evening doing the photos above!

I'm bloody tired.
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Plus i have to get to work early again because i have a shit load of work due in this week. I'm stressed now. So please be patient as i'm running on reserved fuel at the moment.

REMEMBER: GOOD THINGS COME TO THOSE WHO WAIT!

Smothered in sweat + surrounded by randoms.

I'm in the final stages of editing the photos that i took at UV Nation. However, i haven't gotten around to uploading them up yet.

With regards to my happy snappy addiction, i have to admit this wasn't a record breaker. Although i still managed to snap away 331 shots. But don't worry, i eliminated the really bad ones and those that weren't worth looking at. So that leaves me with 172 decent shots.

But because there are some really good shots [in my opinion], i feel they need to be watermarked. Why? Because i can and they're worth having my stain on. However, should you desperately want the image minus the scribbles, do send me an email.

But because i'm übertired and i need to get some rest. I'll collect my thoughts and do a massive write up tomorrow. So in the meantime i'll leave you with a few that i like...

Plus not forgetting the main reason for attending UV Nation and that was to give my ongoing support to B.A. Somehow they never fail to deliver a great set. And should they think otherwise, i can say from where i was standing the crowd was absolutely lovin' it.

Well done boys! Much love... xox

UV Nation @ 1U tonight

:: I shall be there ::

i like whiskey.

[View them all at winkris.multiply.com/photos/album/27]

What can i say but i seriously do NOT like whiskey mixed with coke. But then again i guess beggars can't be choosers eh? Oh well, i had no shame in topping up my glass.

Yes i am a whiskey + water kinda girl...

What am i talking about? I'll drink just about anything. And no, i'm not an alcoholic. I am just able to control myself better than most... ehehe.

In fact i rarely drink coke unless i'm desperately needing to stay awake. Which is strange since i can drink cups of coffee and still be able to fall asleep. But once i consume a can of coke, i'm usually bouncing off the wall. I blame the sugar content [8 tablespoons].

Now that i think about it...
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I think the reason why i'm not a fan of whiskey + coke is a) the taste is off b) i always end up drinking it flat... ewww c) plus i've come accustomed to the taste of liquor, so masking it with coke defeats the purpose. Plus the journey to the girl's bathroom is usually a huge mission that involves long queues and often i end up behind the drunk chick that spends ages in the loo doing god knows what.

Can't say no...

My original plan was to stay at home and tidy up *cough*

Being the domesticated slob that i am, i figured i'd sort things out. Last night i had dinner with some ex colleagues at Social. With nearly one and a half bottles of white wine in our stomachs [or should say in mine since i was the only one not driving], i'm more than certain we were the loudest table.

We got together to congratulate my dearest Nugget who is now engaged.

With plans of getting married next year, i joked around that i have less than a year to find myself a date. I couldn't help but slip on her bling and watch it catch the light. And yes, it looked very pretty but that's the extent of which i oogled over it.

And then it crossed my mind, i think i may have limited myself to any potential candidates. In all honesty, how many parents would approve for their son to date a girl adorned with ink and metal. I know some narrow minded individuals but then again, i guess i can't please everyone.

But i swear i'm not a rebel, i think i'm a pretty good person. This is when the saying, "never judge a book by its cover" comes in handy.

Hmmm...

But Velvet has their Member's Party tonight which can only mean a night of schmoozing and feeling out of place again. But if it wasn't for the free flow, i'd be more than happy to hibernate at home. But seriously, who can say no to free flow of alcohol especially if there's a free invite!

It didn't take long for me to agree to going out tonight. So i'm off to go drink the night away...

Baby Ally "Whatever!"

... my thoughts exactly!

PS. No, my ovaries are not speaking to me neither has my maternal instincts been put in overdrive. Possom sent me this YouTube video. She's waaaaay too cute to pass up especially when she throws down her crayons and rolls her eyes... WHATEVA!!!

Cock-A-Doodle

I came across POKE's portfolio. The creators of Kate Moss Topshop's website and a whole list of others. It then led me to one in particular. Yes it did grab my attention and no i'm not being perverse. The site is unique and overall very cleverly put together.

But for all you boys/girlies out there who enjoyed scribbling with a pack of crayons when you were younger [or even now for that matter] well i found just the place for ya online!

And guess what? It even records your actions and plays it back to ya! It's great fun and best part is, it's educational!

Cock-a-doodle is supported by Everyman & the Institute of Cancer Research.

How many times can you say you doodled on a cock
and really meant it?

Baggage i don't need.

I've had a somewhat stressful day. My brain is still left in the office and i can't help but allow my thoughts bounce back and forth worrying about whether i can get all my deadlines in on time.

Instead of the intoxicated late night SMS, i received a bright an early SMS from a certain someone. The undertone was one that screams, FRIEND but then again, i can't help but think there's some kind of attraction. Is this one of those 'playing hard to get' games?

Oh well. I refuse to jump the gun. In fact, i'm going to try and push it to the back of my head. But then again, it could just be me getting over excited just because the opposite sex thought of me first thing in the morning.

But because i'm super tired and i've had enough of sitting in front of the computer screen, i'll just copy + paste an article i found. Thanks askmen.com!

6 Signs You're Dating A Woman With Baggage

We've all run into them at one time or another -- the "Walking Wounded" -- women who've been hurt by men in the past and carry psychological damage and unresolved anger into present relationships.

Sometimes these women are still reeling from a nasty break-up or a recent negative experience with a man; sometimes the hurt is worse -- the aftermath of abuse.

No matter what the cause, the romantic lives of the Walking Wounded are steered by their damaged psychology -- they live in worlds of chaotic emotion where logic has no place. The best of them need time to heal and regain their equilibrium and trust; the worst are experts at self-deceit and self-sabotage, often absolutely blind to their behavior and its consequences on their lives.

Here are a few tell tale signs that you're dealing with one of the Walking Wounded:

1- She's on emotional roller coaster
One day she's your best friend, the next she won't even speak to you; one night she's a sexual animal, the next she's as cold as January in Siberia. And all -- from your point of view -- for no apparent reason.

2- She constantly evades you
With women like this, it's always one step forward and 10 steps back. She will show interest -- even extreme interest -- and then suddenly and inexplicably become unavailable. No matter what you do, no matter how often you call her, she's gone -- and you won't see her again for weeks or even months.

Then out of the blue, she'll reappear with a big smile on her face, ready to go. And the whole vicious circle will start all over again, leaving you perplexed and bewildered.

3- She wants what she can't have
She reacts emotionally to the hurt in her past. She has all the normal biological urges to be with a man, and genuinely wants to have a successful relationship, but the very second her emotions are aroused, the lurking demon of her buried hurt rears its ugly head and she runs away.

In her psychology, relationships equate pain. The sad fact is, the nicer you are, the faster she'll run. This is why many of the Walking Wounded seek out emotionally unavailable men.

4- She doesn't do as she says
She'll tell you she loves you and wants to do everything in her power to make sure the relationship lasts. Then she'll start treating you like crap.

She'll tell you she's wants a commitment, then she'll cheat on you.

Don't take her at her word; instead look at her actions and judge her on that instead.

She's mad at men in general and someone hurt her badly.

5- She's angry at men
Many of the Walking Wounded are extremely angry at men. They blame us for all their problems. Men are "jerks" and "users." They will deliberately get a man sexually aroused and then walk away, just to punish him for owning a penis.

In business, these women are jagged-edged, ball-busting bitches who would stab a man in the back without the blink of an eye or even a twinge of conscience. Sometimes they are radical feminists, always itching for a fight and constantly on the lookout for a sexual harassment lawsuit.

When a woman's hurt is milder, she may sublimate her inner anger by gravitating toward female-dominated careers (to limit her opportunities for meeting men), or by filling up every moment of her day and night with work, classes, sports, etc.

6- She has a history of abuse
Untreated victims of any kind of abuse are often emotionally unstable and harbor lots of inner pain, which manifests itself in their romantic lives. The Walking Wounded are frighteningly erratic (often through no fault of their own) -- you just never know what you're going to get. One minute they love you and the next they're picking fights or screaming at you for some imagined transgression on your part.

They are often unsoundly jealous, and will accuse you of having affairs without any evidence. Sometimes they're overly sexual, but many times they're not sexual at all, or certain sexual behaviors remind them of the abuse, making them freak out during lovemaking. These are women in dire need of professional therapy.

I don't agree with 100% of it but i'd say it's a pretty good indicator. My question is, why am i usually attracted to those i can't have or are unattainable? Maybe the answer lies in #3.

Health comes first, then happiness.

One's health is everything. My last blood test was 6 months ago and that was to check up on my Thyroid [which has returned to normal and has been stabilized all thanks to Carbimizole].

But seriously, the thought of having a needle jabbed into my arm turns me into jelly every time.

I HATE NEEDLES!!!

Which is ironic seeing that i adorn myself with ink and piercings. [I'm sure i'm not the only one that squirms at the thought of having ones' blood being sucked out of your arm].

So anyway Admin organised for one of the nurses from Desa Medicare Screening to come in to give a talk about how a simple blood test could check for 54 various diseases and deficiencies. It's one of those things when until something drastic happens then a person goes for a check up and seeks help from a professional.

[Apparently, the woman's been around most of the Advertising agencies and giving the same lecture].

Only 4 of us attended the presentation.

Feeling like little Miss Goody2Shoes sitting in a lecture hall, AnBloodyMumNohMore and i stared at the four-page leaflet as the nurse went through each one. Each time she mentioned anything related to smoking, drinking, stress and not enough rest i couldn't help but nod and think... "ah fuck she's talking about me again."

And seeing that i was overdue for a check up, i owed it to myself to dish out the RM268 which entitled me to a full report after 3 weeks and hopefully a clean bill of health. Plus it's not every day that my blood gets collected in marked plastic tubes in the conference room.

And what better way to treat oneself after lunch but to head to my favorite store, Mooie. There i scored myself the ONLY PAIR of black Emily the Strange ballerina type shoes in size 38. [Apparently they are the only ones in Malaysia as they brought them in from New Zealand. But i wouldn't be surprised if one day i find them in Sungei Wang].

Oh well, at least my hunt for flats is over. Best part is they're super comfy and they don't make my feet look like they belong to a pregnant woman.

Sometimes.

"So when are you going to get married?" Is the most frequent question i hear lately.

I don't blame them for asking. Yes i am at the age when one should consider settling down and getting slightly serious about life.

BUT in order for any of that to happen, it would help if i did have a special someone in my life. Makes sense right?

I admit, i've taken a long time to recover. As most individuals who are victims of a broken heart will know, only time will tell. And i'm making more of an effort to push myself along. I know what it's like to be "the rebound chick" and even "just a number." I put myself in each situation purely because i could and rarely thinking about how it might change the relationship.

The more that i think about it, i realise that's really fucked up. At times i think i'm emotionally retarded and i choose not to open up so i won't get hurt.

Yes you may find me out on the weekend snapping away pictures of friends whom i see when there are events/special occasions. You will probably see me smiling and sipping on a beer in the corner and making small talk with the random stranger.

I may even at times partake in a joyful, wasted rendezvous with the occasional individual/s.

More than often, alcohol is the source of empowerment. The main ingredient that allows both parties to use as an excuse but when it wears out, it's just a stain in the back of ones' memory.

They also say alcohol is a confidence booster and has its way of letting ones' guard down. And i realise i rely heavily on it, not only to ease the nerves but to be more open.

But most of the time they all come with an expiry date and that is usually around the time when the venue closes. Like Cinderella's midnight curfew, everything goes back to normal once we step out. As both parties go their separate ways, life goes on as if nothing ever happened. And as usual work beckons between Monday through Friday.

But sometimes i wonder how long will all of this last? When will being a temporary stain be more permanent? Or at least one that lasts more than the duration of the evening?

Don't get me wrong, i am in NO RUSH to settle. If anything it scares the living crap outta me.

Which probably explains my new found hermit lifestyle. Which doesn't help in the dating department. And for that, i am to blame. But putting all that aside, i do find comfort being in my own personal space but i can't help but wonder what it would be like to share my space with someone other than my own shadow.

My friend likes to call some late middle aged women trying to relive their younger years in one-size-too-small outfits, radical eye shadow and layers of foundation as "Mutton dressed like Lamb."

I just hope that one day i won't end up part of that pack.

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Bringin' colour back into my life

I woke up to 9 missed calls. 5 messages and my phone ringing in the living room.

In my drunken state i had managed to plug in my phone to charge because i had planned to go home get changed then head over to a friends' place to continue the night.

But i fell asleep... ehehe. SOWWY!

So it was around 1pm when i stumbled out of bed no thanks to MissSeniorPisces trying to fuck with my head. Not very good when one is nursing a hangover. She tried to get me to go into work saying that our client had called to say the files needed to be changed and sent over by 3pm.

I kept repeating, "Are you serious!? What day is today? Hang on what's going on?" So for a moment there i was very confused.

But the conversation turned into goss, which was her main reason to call. I found out not only is this world such a small place but one is bound to be linked through someone else through one's past. I had found out news that not only put a smile on my face but gave me a sense of relief.

Just to know that karma does come back and that the universe does work in mysterious ways. But let it be known i'm looking ahead and i am trying to leave my past behind. *nods*

I was happy for the rest of the day.
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But then the sky turned a moody shade of grey and that was around the time that my lazy arse crawled back into bed.

And it was dark by the time i woke up and decided to upload the 396 pictures i took from last night. So after sieving through the lot, i picked the best of the best/worst...

[View them all at winkris.multiply.com/photos/album/26]

At the XPARTY with BA + FONO

*ding ding* HAPPY HOUR

"It's a pedestrian crossing, you moron!"

Whilst digesting lunch and sipping on a take-away Bakerzin's coffee we made our walk back towards the office. And as we approached a cross-section we slowed down to "look right and left". I saw a red mercedes and a cab approaching but they were far enough that i wouldn't end up as road kill.

I was half way across the road, practically on the other side when the mercedes was forced to stop. It was if he was competing in a Let's-Knock-Over-a-Pedestrian game and wanted to gain 50 points. I turned to look at the driver and under my breath said...

"What the fuck!? I'm fucking crossing the road!"

By the time i reached the other side, the cab driver next to him had decided that he'd show his dominance by honking his horn. At which time i turned around and that was when MissSeniorPisces was on the pedestrian crossing and yelled on the top of her lungs to not only inform him but the whole block,

"It's a pedestrian crossing, YOU MORON!"

Some people are so impatient! So what if you were 5 seconds late? Why is there so much road rage!

And as it clearly states, "Pedestrians have the right of way as soon as they start to cross the road. You should stop at the crossing if a pedestrian is crossing the road or waiting to cross." [source]

Motorists should either study their driving manual/retake their driving exam or even better, they should just calm the fuck down, it's Friday for god's sake. It's not like we were J-walking, i was on a zebra crossing.