the update is here!!

finally is time to blog!! u (audrey/cheah/jean) happy now!! ish ish. ppl din update blog u go bising bising. macam la tis is your blog. swt! well where should i start wit?? erm erm. ok. 31st jan! Red Crescent Society duty for thaipusam!! wah damm tired. i took night shift. duty from 8pm to 8am! 12 hours straight! damm alot of ppl. lucky not much ppl fainted. phew. the strange thing bout tis duty right.. when i told my fren i went for rcs duty during thaipusam they will like : "ha! u still active in rcs r??" "thaipusam??(wit sum kind of strange faces)". haiz...swt swt swt!! @.@"""". cant i continue to join rcs??

















tis pic it was still early, not much ppl going up the straircase as u can c. but later after 11pm.. it was full of ppl!! once u r going up there is no way u can go down!! 1 way up!! but not once u go up u wont come down anymore la. haha.

















watch out for the god of chick! dun ask me anything bout tis chicken. i DUNNO!


ok next.... feb! CNYE food feast!! wah. damm busy wit tis event. almost everyday me n my frens went back home at 3 or 4 am n sumtimes 5!













less than 12 hours before the event. every1 was busy setting up the hall. i forgot to take pic during the event!!! =p. but "ah ma" did. will upload when i get the pics. ^^ cheer.

then 8 of feb... our beloved fren.. wen jean piuuuuu... flew to aus. to study of course. arR! pics still wit yatleng!! nvm..

ok next! - erm erm.. wat else. steamboat! wit all d food feast members at sunway. buffet style steamboat... talking bout steamboat = prawnssss . plz no more prawns. i donno y jason they all like prawn so much! i think we ate more than 100++ prawns. lucky din "lau sai" lol.

then... tang. tang.. tang.. TANG! Valentine's Day!! again wit all the food feast members. we went new way, 1 utama! wah... again buffet... tis time i dun wanna upload pics bout the food d. wanna vomit d... there were 2 couples n the rest all singles. lol. alot to tell bout tis day but too bad my fingers cant take it anymore. fast fast to the next day!

omg cny is here!!! finally!! tung tung tung ching! the year of pig!! erm.. pic from the dinner...maybe next time la. haha. enough of food!





































ang pau packets all over the place. guess wat even quiksilver giving out ang pau lol.
n tis pic i muz upload!!













ta da!! bak kua!! haha. for those who cant eat ( u know who u r ^^). let u hav a look of it la. hehe.


went back muar on da 1st day of cny. wat i can say bout muar is muar = cyberjaya. hot!! i got darker!! arrr!! too bad not enough time to meet up wit 'ah guan'. n check tis out. 10 layers jelly. very nice!! 1o bucks man! it wont makes u full but it makes your wallet empty.




















k la till here la. is time to watch tv! liverpool vs barcelona!! yeeha!! happy chinese new year!! may da pig be wit us!! n also ang pauss be wit me!!

Rapid Celluloid Eye Movement

So what if Buñuel did it all before
and died in Mexico in 1983 from cirrhosis of the liver,
Michel Gondry's 'The Science Of Sleep'
is inventive and incandescent
and full of nuance and whimsy
and beating heart
and multi-lingual characters that I like.
It makes me yearn for a little more
Parallel Synchronized Randomness in my life
and in the lives of my loved ones.
Watching it is a little like being hugged by a favourite sweater
that smells of
freshly-cut grass and hot waffle syrup.
But not too much. Because that would be unpleasant.

A Comedy In Four Acts

When one of the lead characters is off-stage
playing a melancholy tune on a piano keyboard,
you know you must be watching a Chekhov play.
I say that, but I've never actually seen a Chekhov play before.
I know! It's ridiculous. I'm 36 years old,
and I've never seen a Chekhov play before.
I have a degree in theatre studies
and another in playwriting
and yet, somehow, I've never before
seen a play by Anton Chekhov. Never even read one.
I'm not entirely sure quite how that's happened.
The Royal Court's production is one of gentle expanse;
the ensemble performances measured and fully-rounded.
The seagull is a metaphor. Clearly.
Beyond the talk of unrequited love
and the painful artistic struggle for new forms,
I am drawn to the smaller off-the-ball moments;
mesmerised by the way
Katherine Parkinson (Masha) eats fresh cherries.
Moved by the way
Pearce Quigley (Dorn) lingers in a doorway.
Chiwetel Ejiofor (Trigorin) could do nothing but
pack away fishing-tackle for 2 hours and 50 minutes
and I'd happily sit here and watch -
my tongue slowly freeze-drying to the roof of my mouth.
Mackenzie Crook (Konstantin) looks perfectly at home
amongst the long shadows and the over-sized wooden floorboards.
In another world that might've been me up there
with a blood-stained bandage wrapped around my forehead.
In another world the Russians might've made it to the moon first.
In another world Chekhov might not have succumbed to tuberculosis
and been transported back to Moscow in
a refrigerated railway car normally reserved for oysters.
In another world I might be able to get through
a whole day without thinking about that girl as much as I do.
The seagull is a metaphor. Clearly.

Full Of Spinto Beans

The elder statesman in the mosh-pit looks on;
soaking-up the angular
prom-night indie-pop on display.
He approves of the
bobbleheading microphone technique
and the exchanging of guitars.
He approves of the spacecake gurns
and the
calculated
stop-start
staccato mannersims
that work together in tandem.
He wails along with the tunes he knows.
He joins in with the impromptu rendition of 'Happy Birthday'.
A little more action from the kazoo
and the mandolin wouldn't have gone amiss though boys.

The Spinto Band

Who Says Romance Is Dead?

There's just me,
Northern Ireland's most famous
moustache-sporting
Manchester United supporting UNICEF ambassador
and the IFTA award-winning hair stylist
(responsible for Bono Vox's 1984 mullet);
seated at a corner table
in a modern trattoria style eaterie,
located in a former wine merchant's cellar
just across from the current seat of the Irish parliament.
I recommend the apricot and pannetone
bread-and-butter pudding with pistachio biscotti ice-cream.

Happy Singles Awareness Day

3 Good Reasons Why I Still Heart Girls

Because sometimes
they come with freckles and pierced tongues.
Because sometimes they have
caramelised and porridge-thick Northern accents
and know just how to carry off a fringe.
Because sometimes
they possess the kind of eyes capable of detonating planets.

Cultivating A Samson Complex

If Samson had been
a supporting-actor in a BBC police drama
and marooned in Dublin for the weekend,
instead of some biblical hero of the Israelites
famed for wrestling lions
and slaying armies with naught but donkey's jawbones,
maybe he would've consoled himself
over the loss of his seven locks of hair
by ordering a chilli cheese dog and a hot slice of pie
in a themed American diner at the posh end of town.
Maybe they wouldn't have
put his eyes out and placed him in chains?
Maybe I should buy myself a wig?