im lying

i look at her and she looks at me
she said, "hey,how are u?
havent seen u in a long time"
i looked her in the eye and said
"im ok"
and we both know im lying.

at singapore sevens

me with tafai ioasa & oreni ai'i

me with tamati ellison

me with tafai ioasa again

me with amasio valence & liam messam

one day...

one day someone will take beautiful portraits of me...

my addiction

i have found the reason for my addiction.
my addiction to caffeine in any form;
coffee, tea, coke, chocolates...
is in fact a disguise for my addiction to
the feeling of well-being;happiness
that it produces.

today i hit the climax of my addiction.
after a teh-c-peng(which skinny latte claims is lethal)
during lunch,
i had a chon- weasel(which skinny latte claims is MOST lethal)
during my break,which was 2hrs later.
took a 10min power nap,
(i still fell asleep by the way)
& the moment i woke up
gobbled(i mean it) kopi-peng's packet of mini eggs

up till now,i have eaten a total of 3 gallons of chocolates
plus my tea n coffee intake
amounts to 3000mg of caffeine.
im happy but...
drug addicts,pls tell me if im dying?

they lurk

my good friend espresso(who insisted on being called teh-o-peng)
told me on sat
pam,do you know the new pope is chinese?
his surname is yah
so he's pope-yah(popiah).

then my mom showed me this sms she received yesterday
pam,did u see this joke?
"the new pope has been elected,
his name is popiah"
mom,that's not a joke,it's true
he's chinese,his name is yah,my friend told me.
really?that's funnny.it's amazing how they found a chinese in
all of rome.

this entry is dedicated to all you out there who believed that
1)there's an underpass from red door gallery to orchard
2)they serve pandan juice at sushi teh
3)your intestines go around the world once
4)the new pope's name is yah
there are tricksters lurking around...

Fantasy

your face a form so beautiful
in all it's perfection shining through,
from inside out,
lights up your eyes and widens your smile.
my skinny fingers reach from my imperfect form,
to touch your immaculate face,
trace the contours of your cheeks until they reach your chin.
with a gentle pull,i draw perfection nearer to me
until our lips meet and mine melt into yours.
then,like a waterfall,
your perfection washes over me,
and now i am perfect.

coffee family

there has been some discrepancies as to the name that espresso has.
espresso isn't too happy espresso's being called espresso.
espresso wants to be called kopi-peng.
so now espresso is a completely different person.
(recycle the name,you see)
we have a heartlander straight from the coffee shop.

kopi-peng(u make my blog sound low class.haha.) n i also discussed in the car
tt i shld have a coffee name.
kopi-peng was kind to suggest i take on the name cappuccino
because it's one shot+alot of foam
i.e. alot of air(in the head)
thanks again kopi-peng.
but of course i refused.
i mean,im all too intelligent for a name like that.
still hunting...

Out of Reach

wrote this poem for kopi-peng's assignment...

The sound of milan reverberates
in the ballroom where
i sit and await your entrance
A thousand watts of light boom on and blind
my eyes and warm my skin
to allow the music to seep in.

Your first stiletto step
onto that pedestal, far and long,
left my body paralysed in my chair
and with the beat of the music, my heart thumps.
Your leg sashaying with confidence to mark the thumping of my heart.
Hands on your hips,where your mini skirt hung.
Body swaying,
but your eyes remain a constant focus,on mine,and mine on yours,
until the space that separated our bodies succumbs to the force
that brought our eyes together.

i try to reach for you
but the magic that you bring disallows bodily motion
i try to scream out in desperation
but the music silences my voice.
You remain undaunted.
Strike a pose.
Make a turn.
And sashay back to where you came from;
where all beauty and fantasies lie,
where all perfection is concentrated in a confined space,
where all laughter and thrills fill the air you breathe.

And i sit here
yearning...