I am the queen again!

today marks the end of an era.
tonight I shall rest. perhaps a vision will come to me.
tomorrow I shall once again.. be vision queen.

my first attic

on a little lane along taiyuan lu .. must be an inspiring space .. waking up to live music in the morning .. am I still dreaming ..

18 weeks

and two days.. and still counting.

I miss it.

After a meal.

Over a drink.

When I'm taking a break.

When I've completed a task.

When I feel like it.

Like now.

Cocoa Island

A new red-eye flight on route to Johannesburg takes us to Male. The small airport is not as rugged as I remember from 1989, but it is still simple and orgainized. A smart-looking young man called Toby greets us and walks with us to the 4-crew boat which was to take us 45min southwards on the Indian Ocean to our island home for the next 6 days. Toby says the island was hit by a ferocious storm in the previous night and according to our travelling companions, the forecast was for thunderstorms all week. But within 30min on the ocean, my anxiety was dispelled by a good omen. A spirited spinner dolphin (whom I'd like to believe is an old friend) greets us from a distance, making a small display of acrobats in the sunrise. From that moment on, I knew I was home again.

finally arriving at Cocoa Island

morning call by the resident crow

breakfast!

welcome to our "backyard"

our home for six days

bring your own trumpet!

our coast guards were baby black-tipped reef sharks

second floor view of the front of our dhoni #822

happy feet at the deck

let's romp around

our resident trumpet fish

sturdy sandcastle still standing after a stormy night

snapped by triggerfish!

me, myself & I

here's a happy heron

pool view or ocean view for you, madam?

our travelling companions, sok & sam (plus-one)

when the temperature cools down

drink at dusk, at the bar

I wish, I wish, I wish ...

Gone Fishing

Cocoa Island, Maldives May 5 ~ 9

internal mew-nologue

hmm.. looks like the little one is awake..

lemme check if his bum-bum is clean

yes, sweet-pea, it's just me..

sigh.. boys.. can't live with them

..can't live without them!

my all-time fave channel

national geographic

fall in love with me...

soft as morning dew

gentle as ocean breeze

and just when you think it's safe..

gotcha!

one month later

now I am ready to start not-smoking-for-one-year!

beezeero-1 here I come!

the muse A.K.A. soul mate

There were nine immortals
Once in the land of Zeus
Each one of these lasses
Each one a spellbinding muse

From old Greek mythology
To ancient French and Latin
A muse breathing poetry
Can forever haunt your dreams

In this urban reality
Two kindred spirits entangle
Drawn by deepest affinity
If you believe it's possible

In a land of mediocrity
A mortal finds inspiration
When music meets poetry
This muse is my redemption

3 weeks later

attended the h&m kylie-glam party at the science & tech museum on wed.. "she looks good for her age" (1968 means she's 39y/o) .. god forbids that I ever get decribed like that..

..3 weeks later, I didn't even realize I was at a non-smoking venue!

seven

ok, so by now all the nicotine by-products are outa my system and the tap water in Shanghai does taste funky.. and in the next couple of weeks my blood pressure will go back to normal, which for me, probably means it'll be a bit low.. and my immune system will show signs of recovery ... ahhh... immunity.... will I become immune to incurable diseases like numbskullesion and dimwitology.. which leads me to quote this last line in the Children & Passive Smoking section of a certain .au.org site

"A child who eats a cigarette or cigarette butt can become very sick."

i don't even know how to respond to this..

B.Zero-1

it has been exactly 47 hours since the fateful ride on 2gg's BatMobWil to Chek lep Kok

apparently, after 12 hours most of the nicotine is outa ma system
and after 24 hours, the carbon monoxide in my blood has dropped dramatically, giving my more oxygen in my bloodstream...

so how come I was so sleepy last night??? maybe it was just the over-zealous screwdrivers, piper pink & lychee martinis at armani bar on Sat night??

B.Zero-1 by the way is NOT another cocktail concoction ordered by ninja-ew-turtle.

B.Zero-1 is my guiding light for the next 29 daysB.Zero-1 will be keeping me focused.

B is for brainwave, B is for bold, B is for brenda, B is for brilliance and oh yah.. B is for bvlgari!

can't view my blog again

damn!

cheer me up, NOW!

two birthdays and a wedding

I always cry at weddings. Crying after one?

witch craft!

sms 06-March-2007 08:35, from one witch to another

"I dreamt soks pregant :) "

we held our tongues so we wouldn't break the spell...

And this little golden pig cried ee-ee-ee all the way home!

happy birthday to me!

black-out

6pm hh on thu with brenda... nothing unusual... 1 glass of red wine... massive download... nothing unusual... 3 glasses of bacardi coke... chatting with random people... nothing unusual... 10pm dropped off by brenda... nothing unusual...

6am woke up in bed with ZERO recollection of anything after 8pm... huh? complete black-out?! what was that about??? super scary stuff!

thank my lucky stars the girls at velvet kept my computer bag safe for me!

xmas with mgg

certainly dusseldorf is not a typical german city... even then, the excitement drove me to spend an entire day indoors to do mindless household chores for mgg!

but then again, given the chance to meet a nbf in the form of an syt... it was worth the trip!

thankfully we had the good sense to escape via choo-choo-train to amsterdam on christmas eve... window-shopping in the evening, self-administered facials, boots-a-hunting, pub-a-hopping, mad italian students, an american tourist of 6-years, a fireplace in the lobby of Hotel V, aimless wanderings from one square to another... the best parts of the trip? fighting over garbage & a farewell footrub!

so... the only 2 things I can moan about... not getting the chance to see amy & joel in london.

HOWEVER! Ryan Air did deliver my long-lost ex-wife to Milan for 9 british pounds! and as if it was at all possible, pam has become more entertaining & WORSE! even more beautiful post-sprogs... and so secure that she actually didn't get offended when I compared laura & audrey with my furry four-legged babies!