There's only one reason why I upload this vid. :)

Anyway, I would be off for my trip to Taiwan on Friday morning, so I would need to be at the airport at an ungodly hour. Would be out to Arena for a F1 event thingy later tonight, plus after checking out the hotel facilities, it said nothing about internet connection *sigh*. No video calls for me then... Hopefully he'll call me on my cell.

Not sure when's the next time I'll be blogging, so you blogders take care.

xoxo

Jenx,

Your blog mistress.

Skype.

One day I will be looking back at these posts and grinning at myself for having been such a spaz. But I'm glad I'm having my happy moments, 'cos Lord knows if I'll be having that in the future.


Guess who has 14 mins and 07 secs of video call recorded on her handphone? And another short but really sweet video? :)


I LOVE SKYPE. THANK YOU GOD, FOR CREATING SKYPE! I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU!


Turns out neither of our texts have ever reached each other... I thought it was my 1 sms per day that kept us in contact till now, but hey, turns out we didn't even need that! He thinks about me just the same. *Delirious with happiness*


I love it when you call me 'love'. ☺

Taiwan trip in about 2 days' time.

... Will be back a couple of days before my birthday :)

Still wondering what my birthday theme should be. Punk rock/metal, or gothic?


I wonder if he'll call me?


I just had a MSN convo with Ying earlier on, and we were talking about how Dave made me sad, because I miss him and etc.

Actually, thinking about it, you don't make me sad. Setting myself up for the fall IS gonna leave me heartbroken, but YOU don't make me sad.


You're the oddity that brings me lil bits of happiness without a truckload of pain that usually comes with my share of happiness.

You are the guy who filled my jaded mind with sweet untainted memories. I know that one day, Time will enervate my feelings for you, but I will cling on to this sensation for as long as I can, as it warms my heart the way I warmed your hands for you. :)

I will fight for this sweet emotion and never let go, even though I know there is only a dead end at the end of the path. Just like a gladiator who stepped into the Colosseum knowing that his fate has been sealed.


We who are about to die, salute you.



Underneath the bridge

The tarp has sprung a leak

The animals I've trapped have all become my pets.

And I'm living off of grass and drippings from the ceiling.

It's OK to eat fish, 'cause they don't have any feelings.



Something in the way. Mmm-hmm...

三聚氰胺; Melamine.

Author's note: Before I go on the entry about melamine, let me talk about my encounter at MOS last Saturday. Basically, it was my friend's birthday celebration so we went to MOS for a girls' night out.

Dear Esther loves dancing on the Smoove platform, so what else can we do but to accommodate the birthday girl? In order to have the party strings spraycan on hand, I did not deposit my bag, and instead put it on the floor between my legs and kiap it like an auntie.

5 minutes into dancing, I felt my bag being jerked upwards and as I looked down, this fat, unexceptional guy in spectacles and a T-shirt looked back at me. Once he noticed that I was looking at him, he moved away from me and stole glances at me stealthily. I immediately jumped down from the platform and checked my bag. My head started spinning when I couldn't find my LV bag inside.

Thankfully, it was on the platform. That arsehole unzipped my exterior carrier bag and tried to take out my LV bag inside. Only thing that stopped him was that he underestimated the length of my LV bag, so it jerked on my carrier when he tried to take it out.

Chris on a crutch! I knew I should have pulled that guy out of MOS and handed him to my dear bouncer friends, but my legs turned into jelly when I first thought my LV bag was gone. All I could do was to stare at the guy incredulously while getting the hell out of dodge, patting my bag constantly to make sure it was still there. I've lost a digicam at the exact same spot before. I'm NEVER stepping foot into Smoove dancefloor ever again.

Right. Now onto the infamous topic, melamine.

大白兔奶糖 is like one of my favourite Chinese New Year snacks. How can!

Basically, this is melamine:
aka C3H6N6.

In chinese, you call it 三聚氰胺(sān jù qíng àn). It's actually some sort of chemical to falsely increase protein contents in food by actually increasing the nitrogen levels(common tests measures protein levels BY testing the levels of nitrogen in said product).

Nitrogen is the key component in building proteins, and nitrates, though not naturally produced by the human body, once introduced, can also be converted into amino acids, which are also used to build proteins. Therefore, melamine were popular with additives and pet/human food(so their products can be sold at a better price for higher Protein rating), though eventually they got banned under Pure Food and Drug Act, from being used in animal feed and in products for human consumption, and also vegetable proteins.

Ingestion of melamine may lead to reproductive damages, bladder/kidney stones, which can lead to bladder cancer. Long time absorption may also lead to kidney failure. In animals, when melamine combines with cyanuric acid(in which cyanuric acid itself is permitted in pet food in small amounts since its essentially nontoxic), might cause renal failure in your pets.

In some instances, it is still relatively safe to consume small amount of melamine-tainted food, but you must spare a thought for possible chronic intoxicity, even if you get lucky enough to avoid acute intoxicity.


I've had kidney infection/stones problems before, so I'm not about to risk my health again, even if it means more pricey food. So, darlings, with a) everything being 'Made in China' nowadays, b) having no official list of melamine-tainted food yet, c) if you have been unknowingly feeding your pets melamine-tainted products, and d) if you are a dairy lover like I am, there's only two words for the likes of us:


We're screwed.
(Thank Gawd for small favours like soya bean)


P.S: I did not simply copy the above information from a site; In order to provide my blogders with a 'summarised' explanation of melamine, I did my fair share of research, aite?! I WAS a pure chemistry student after all! (Even though I was crap at it.) For commercial uses for melamine, read here.

Exhilaration.

ex·hil·a·ra·tion
n. The state of being stimulated, refreshed, or elated:

noun
the feeling of lively and cheerful joy;

Ex*hil`a*ra"tion\, n. [L., exhilaratio.]
1. The act of enlivening the spirits; the act of making glad or cheerful; a gladdening.



Synonyms:
ecstasy, euphoria, gaiety, gladness, jollity, joyousness, liveliness, animation, elatedness, euphoria, exaltation, inspiration, uplift.


All it took was one call from him, even though it was just via his Skype. I jumped out of bed wide awake upon receiving his call at 1412hours... Which was 0112hrs St Louis time, where he is currently at now.

HE CALLED ME HE CALLED ME HE CALLED ME!!!

I got so ecstatic that I forgot the technique to chatting on Skype is to talk s.l.o.w.l.y and give the lag time of 3 secs. It didn't even last 2 mins, and half of the conversation was filled with "Huh? Hello? I can't hear you very well." and just mainly about what I'm doing and stuff and griping over the lousy connection. I eventually lost the reception and hung up the phone.

*Sigh* I thought I was dreaming when I heard his voice.


"Hey, it's D. You're sleeping huh? *Chuckles*"
"No I'm not! No, nah, nope! I'm up!"


I heard celestial trumpets playing triumphantly in the background, which surprisingly echoed in sync with the memories of the fireworks that have exploded when our lips first touched on the midnight of last Saturday, as if it was 4th of bloody July.

Hey, I'm not that gullible to assume that I mean anything to him at all, not like the way he means to me; I'm sure we'll gradually lose contact one day, and this sweet tenderness (on my end, that is) will only start to kill me slowly, but I can't bring myself to care.


I've lost part of my heart to him during that short period of time we've spent together. It's only right that I try to fight for it and HIM with everything I have.

Si vis Pacem, para Bellum - If you want peace, prepare for war.

Therefore, he who wishes peace, should prepare war; he who desires victory, should carefully train his soldiers; he who wants favorable results, should fight relying on skill, not on chance." - Publius Flavius Vegetius Renatus


I miss you so much, D.

HE REPLIED HE REPLIED HE REPLIED.

Holy Christ HE REPLIED ME ON MYSPACE!!! (And I now have him on Skype =])

It's like the dark clouds shrouding my entire being these last few days have been lifted of slight, and while I don't see any leprechaun with his pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, I'm contented with receiving a PM from him.

Contented and discontented at the same time. Does that sound logical to you?

Alcoholics Anonymous.

Bloody hangover is killing me. Ugh.

Somebody call the soddin' AA. Not the Singapore one though, bloody hell, everything's about turning to God.

If you want something done, if you want to change your life, you don't resort to dependency on God or whoever. You don't go believing God will guide and aid you.

You fuckin' believe in yourself. You can do this. Fix it.


Your Results
Yes No
8 4

Did you answer YES four or more times? If so, you are probably in trouble with alcohol.


Shit.

I have 2 repeating songs on my songlist...

Lose Control by Missy Elliot

and Loving You by Minnie Riperton...

Big difference in genres, and I guess only Ying might make the connection. *Sigh*

Anyway, a brief review on the Singapore Drum Fest 2008.

I managed to meet Sy Smith, Teddy Campbell, Dave Wood, Eric Ingram, Cornell Thigpen, Rafael Moreira and Corey McCormick in person, and it's an understatement to say that it was a humbling experience to be in the presence of so many talented musicians. I took all those videos only to realise in dismay that LG Viewty phones are NOT meant to record sounds, because the quality SUCKS BIG TIME.

I also managed to catch Storm Large, Johnny Rabb, Chris Patterson and Nate Morton in action. I honestly thought night 2 of the Concert in the Park will dwindle down more than night 1, what with it being Sunday and all, but boy was I wrong.

Night 1 had an underground music feel to it and though I'm not a connoisseur, I definitely enjoyed the flow of music that night, as its not very well-appreciated in Singapore yet. Besides, I got to see Dave Wood, Teddy Campbell, Cornell, Eric and Sy Smith collaborating together, so it was an awesome night.

All I can say is, Teddy has mad skillz on the drums. You'll feel your hands twitching along while he gets in the zone during his drum solos. Also, he doesn't drink, doesn't smoke, eats heartily, shared with me his tips to keep in shape(Many meals, small quantities. EXERCISE. And the problem is that Singapore food has too much carbs). And he's really sweet. Kudos.

Cornell Thigpen was excellent on the keyboard, sometimes even elegant, which is something that you don't really expect from a big man like him. He was also galant enough to squash a baby cockroach for me with his shoe when we were in the van, and the man sure likes his chicken wings and french fries. Lmao!

Dave Wood was... Dave might be someone you'll skip over when you first scan the band, but there's something about captivating about him and his music that makes your eyes jump back onto him for a second glance. And a third. And so on. A guy who was in the popular crowd in high school but liked to hang out with the geeks, and a really talented guitarist who's entire life is about his music. He's touring with Jesse McCartney, so there's no doubt about his capabilities.

Eric adds on a youthful touch to the performance with his hiphop clothes and cute face(I was shocked when he said he's 25 because he neither behaved or looked like one, lol). Always zestful and constantly spoke like a boy from the hood, yet surprisingly accommodating and dare I say, professional, when fans talk to him. He plays some mean bass too.

Sy Smith was also amazing. I understand how sometimes, African Americans can all appear alike to us Asians, especially when there are so many great black female singers out there. Yet, Sy was top-notch with her Minnie Riperton-like high pitches and sultry powerhouse voice and so wonderously nice that you can't help but like her.

Night 2's highlight had to be Magnetico feat. Storm Large. My impression of Rafa while we all hung out at Arena, was that he was your typical rockstar(He gives off the air of "Nah~ I don't want it, but actually I DO WANT IT"), but once he got on stage with his guitar and entrancing voice, you don't tend to give a shit anymore. He's not nearly as good as my god, Chester Bennington, but he definitely had his vibe.

Rafa was a great combination with Corey McCormick (bassist), whom at first glance, might not trigger your interest, until you realise that he's actually pretty hot :P Very personable and can be totally sweet, and he had the whole bald head with goatie rockstar look that he wore very well. I don't know that intensely about bass but he's one of the best I've met. He's touring with Chris Cornell, man! (Corey, we're waiting for you to come back to Singapore to find your destined wifey! :P)

I wish I'd bought their CDs at the booth upfront =( I also wish I took more pictures with Dave, but if wishes were pennies, I would have been a millionaire.

I know I've been delineating an almost seraphic portrayal of them, as if the guys were all as pure as the driven snow, but let me just say, boys will be boys. And I'm leaving it at that. Heh *shrugs*. Anyways, Some of us also went to a very... educating place on Sunday night after the whole Drum Fest was over. It was certainly an eye-opener, to say the least.


As of yet, I'm not capable to do a full review that would dignify the event, which was not as successful as it deserved to be with its cast of accomplished musicians. I'm still 'hung over' from the whirlwind of events since last Tuesday lah. Yeah, the one where I met Mr. I at the Top Dawg pre-launch party... Heh.

I would be uploading some choice pictures in time. Hopefully. Well Bernard is asking for his laptop back soon, so I will really be incommunicado then.


Hey you. Will you still call me crazy if I tell you that you're sooo cute and gorgeous? *Grins* I'm still missing you, ya know... But no worries, I'm trying my best to get over you. I just need my dose of late nights where I cry myself to sleep after OD-ing on ice cream and movies.

I'll be okay. Soon.

Missing you.

Author's note: I looked at the contrast of emotions between my latest 2 posts and all I could do was laugh bitterly while tears flooded my vision. I have a more detailed version of this post saved up for my eyes only, but this is what I am going to publish for public eyes...


A message I would never send to him:


Hey D.,

Never thought it'll hurt so bad to think about the fact that I'll prolly never get to meet you again, or even if/when one day I do get to go to LA, you probably would have forgotten about me.

I never got to tell you that I have a great interest in guitars too, because I was worried you'll tease me about it, or think that's the only reason why...

I saw you talking to Ying at the Drum Fest on Saturday and I waited impatiently for the introduction that never came.
I was esctatic when you finally introduced yourself to me at the Arena.
I looked at your guitar and secretly smiled.
I looked at your videos and I ask myself why I did not insist on seeing you for the one last night.
I would never forget your patented killer grin, especially the one you flashed for me the moment I put your french beret on your head.
I miss warming up your cold hands for you.
I miss your hazel green eyes that would turn grey and blue.
I miss the way you smell.
I love your look of concentration, no matter if it's when you're playing your guitar or otherwise.
I love how good it felt when you hugged me. You might be tall and lanky, but somehow... We fit.
I looked at your number in my handphone and I struggled not to text you. You're still on your flight back, after all.


Yeah, it's been fun for the 17 hours we've spent together cutie, and the few phone calls here and there, but damn if it isn't killing me now. I honestly didnt think it'll hurt so bad.



Your music unbelievable.
Your words unforgettable.

Your smile imprinted on my mind,
I'll gladly give up all that's mine.
Your touch engraved upon my skin,
Pricking at me like a pin.

Paths crossed, time lapsed -
Heart lost, gut wrenched.
Your presence had stained my soul...

I only wish you were here to fill this hole.

Ab imo pectore,
Jennifer

Can I squeal?

Hey sexy lady, I like your flow
Your body's bangin, out of controoooooool!!!

Ok, I know, 3 posts in a day but DAMN! Mr I. just called me to check if I'll be around at Clarke Quay tonight, I knew he was going to perform but I was asking about his breaktime while stuttering, so he probably thinks I'm braindead. Bleah.

He sang that two lines after greeting me over the phone (Him: Hey sexy what's up? Me: *giggles*) and I just about melted into a puddle of goo. I'm gonna have to restrain myself and string him along for a lil bit longer before he can pull the 'whambam thank you ma'am' on me. A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do.

So can I squeal now?

SQUUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

Update on 15/09/08: Nothing beats him singing that song on stage and just pointing at me for like 5 seconds while doing so. Nothing xD. Ok, well, there's D.W. from Drum Fest but... That's for another entry.

It's all good. :)

Fina-fuckin'-lly

"Dear Jennifer,

We are pleased to inform you that you will complete your probation period and become a permanent employee of State Street Bank and Trust Company, Singapore Branch effective..."


About damn time!

Howl at the moon.

*Recalls scenario from last night...*

*Appears behind me when I was leaving*

"I don't care what the shit they say, but I think you are the most beautiful woman in the room tonight."

- Cue my look of disbelief -

"I'm serious! I've been looking at different women tonight, right, 'cos I'm a guy, but I must tell you, you are the most beautiful woman here tonight."

- Cue 'aww' expression and bashful grin -


Why thank you, Jonathan Atherton! And to which I guess I'll have to thank Nicholas, Razz, Ivory and some other guy for the lovely, lovely compliments you've paid me. You guys made Jen Jen a happy woman last night...


I basked in the delight for a solid 2 hours. I had my ear-to-ear grin on and my irritating smug look that was pasted on just to irk Ying *LMAO*, but she was such a sweetie pie, she just rolled her eyes and grinned along.


*Sigh* Oh yeah. Jen's still got it.

Glenn Glenn Glenn~~

I had a grand time last weekend, being at Ballymoon, Muddy Murphy's, Arena, Funktion - The Ultimate Retro Dance Party @ Fort Canning Park last Saturday, Gotham Penthouse (MAMA LIKES!), all courtesy of Nigel Mosbergen, fondly dubbed as Mr Mosburger.

*Speaks in Charlie Angels' tone*Hello Nigel~ Lol.

I don't usually do this listing of places I've been to in the weekends, because, boy, would I have been busy blogging, but I needed to give a special shoutout to Nigel because I got to meet GLENN ONG!!!


I wish I had the time to set the configurations of my phone. *Sigh*

I've been listening to The Ego Trip since I was, what, 13, 14 years old? The ending music at 2am every weeknight was practically my lullaby to sleep! *Swoons*

I acted like a 16 year old pimple-faced teenager with a crush when he came over to say hi, and Nigel went like, "This is Glenn Ong."

Sheesh! Who needs introductions! Lol.


After the picture:

Glenn: "Do I look ok? Because I don't know why but my glasses have been fogging up all night!"

Me: *While squealing over the picture* No! You always look good! -Cue silly grin-*


If Glenn ever remembers me, he'll prolly remember me as the UBER CHEESY chubby girl. *GROANS AND SMACKS FOREHEAD*


P.S: I realised that I've been sounding like an airhead with nothing but cute boys on her mind, but most of the time I'm trying not to think about the official 1 year anniversary of my singlehood that's coming up in 9 days...

- Cues Backstreet Boy's Show Me the Meaning of Being Lonely song running in the background -
*Croons*

So many words for the broken heart
Its hard to see in a crimson love
So hard to breathe
Walk with me, and maybe
Nights of light so soon become
Wild and free I could feel the sun
Your every wish will be done
They tell me...


Show me the meaning of being lonely
Is this the feeling I need to walk with
Tell me why I can't be there where you are
There's something missing in my heart


Life goes on as it never ends
Eyes of stone observe the trends
They never say forever gaze
Guilty roads to an endless love
There's no control
Are you with me now
Your every wish will be done
They tell me


Show me the meaning of being lonely
Is this the feeling I need to walk with
Tell me why I cant be there where you are
There's something missing in my heart


Theres nowhere to run
I have no place to go
Surrender my heart, body and soul
How can it be you're asking me to feel the things you never show


You are missing in my heart
Tell me why I can't be there where you are


Show me the meaning of being lonely
Is this the feeling I need to walk with
Tell me why I can't be there where you are
There's something missing in my heart...



Heh. Okay alright, ignore my attempt at shoddy humour, though the song IS stuck in my head right now. *Hums the tune and walks off jauntily*

Having the last word.

When push comes to shove, I WILL let loose my straightforward personality and unrelenting fury, and I WILL do my utmost best to crush you like a cockroach.

You will not want to be involved in a verbal fight with me. I'm prolly built strong enough to take most people in a physical fight too, but I find it in your best interest to forewarn you as, in my case, the pen is mightier than the sword.

Many have tried. Few have succeeded. Take my word on that.


SO DON'T PUSH ME.