You're INVITED

Right, folks.

This is an open invite. If you have something on Saturday night, CANCEL IT.

My birthday is over, but who cares. I survived another year, and you're alive, and because you're reading my blog, it shows you got brilliant taste.

So, to celebrate that, get you, your kampong and your kampong's kampong down to Cocco Latte, this saturday after the sun goes down. Mark it down, and make it happen!

Date: 25th November 2006
Time: 9pm - LATE
Place: Cocco Latte
Theme: Fuschia

There's free flow, and there's TONS of good stuff happening. My "good" friends have dared me to wear a pink dress. With friends like that, who needs enemies? So, just leave your email address in the comments column, and I'll send that invite to ya in 2 shakes of a lamb's tail.

See ya Sat!

It's a Big Ad

Cutting to the chase. Happy Birthday to ME!

Car X-Games

What. The. Fuck. Impossible, but it's done now.

More Ego Trips

Yours Truly is now the world expert on taking care of wasted folks. Google says so.

The Fun Way to Longevity

Finally, scientists have confirmed what I have known for ages.

I Hate Settling Down

Do you have any idea how many times I heard the phrase settling down over the last month or so? Heck if I had a dollar for every time I hear that, I think that will actually be a viable source of alternative income.

As I approach the big Three-O, various people at various times have asked me to "settle down". Frankly, I think settling down SUCKS.

Rocks and sedimentary deposit settle down. Sea anemone settle down. But if you are not a shell fish, or a mineral, why should you settle down?

Now, here's what I don't think is "settling down". Doing something you love for money is not settling down. Falling in love, marrying that person and making a commitment to spend the rest of your life together is not settling down.

But that's often not the case. Nope, people work cos they need the money, not cos it is something that they love. They're not happy, they're not utterly depressed, they're... OK.

Kinda like when you have a mosquito in the room at night, and instead of waking up, switching on the lights and killing it once and for all, you have it buzzing around you the WHOLE FRIGGING NIGHT and you wake up every day, grumpy and sleepy and bitching about it the rest of the day.

Likewise with love. Marry the person that's alright, that you've been dating for a while. Pressure from the parents, and from society that tells you that you have to get married. Mom wants to hear the patter of little feet, and all that jazz. So you buckle, you settle down with the most convenient person you can live with at that time.

And you wonder why it is that there's so many divorce/adultery cases.

Settling down, to me, is simply death by mediocrasy. But, to each their own. There will be some who are happy just to be content. There will be others who will leave the mosquito alive in the room and grumble about it.

Me? I hate mosquitoes. Period.

Senselessly Making The World a Better Place

My clever, newly-adopted daughter has suggested that we do this during Christmas eve. Clever girl, isn't she?

Now who wanna join me?! Sign up in the comments. Bring your own signs!

(yes yes, I have posted this before, but fuck this is too good to pass up!)

When the Imps Come Out to Play - The Aftermath

And the inevitable happened. Courtesy of One Latin American called Mr. Bacardi.

Proving that I can sleep any time, anywhere. Kwong, being an insomniac is suffering from Sour grapes.

I was resting my eyes... REALLY!

Kwong, the kind man that he is, making sure I have mineral water so as not to wake up with a hangover. The fact that the brand is called Tiger, shows the minerals inside are really good for you.

And that, dear folks, is a wrap. Till next year! Adios Muchachoes!

When the Imps Come Out To Play

And this is what happens when I FINALLY dress up for Halloween's.

Thank you ALL for an outstanding time, even though I can't really remember half the night.

Stephanie and friends first accosted me at Zouk.

Self Portrait, courtesy of Min and friends.

Min and Apple and Friends. Err... is the butcher a guy or a gal ah?

Then it was the bachelor pad of the 3 Amigoes for drinks.

Getting my marching orders from Hell

The Lovely Ladies that accompanied me. Cat on the right has a riding Crop. Any volunteers?

The (not-quite) Adams Family

Insane fun and unholy merry-making at Attica and MoS.

Car Wars

Remember that fiasco between Macs and KFC a few years back? Guess what, it spilled over. Thanks Nicole!

1. BMW started a newspaper ad-campaign

2. Audi replied.

3. The Japanese have a comment in place too.

4. The CEO of Bentley looked at the chicken fight and puts his opinion straight!