Was on the road with my hunk a few days back, and he pointed out to a car that sported the colour of our 1 cent coin. We both agree it was a really buang colour.

Me: How ah? I don’t know what colour to get for my car next time leh.

Him: I like black.

Me: Who cares about you.

Him: Ok lor… my seat black can already.

Me: If not we split half la. Half black, half my colour.

Him: Also can.

Me: Or you want stripes? Stripey all the way.

Him: Hmm…

Me: Oh I know I know! Polka dots!!!

Him: Ohhh… okay. I let you have more, you take base colour.

Me: Uh huh…

Him: The dots use my colour can oready.

Imagine a polka-dotted Audi TT. So fierce hor?

I have no idea how to blog about this Halloween event, because I felt there weren’t anything really Halloween about it. It wasn’t scary, nothing gory, but it sure was an enriching and enjoyable experience.

When we arrived at the door, the staff warmly welcomed us and promptly took a polaroid for us.

We had some time to walk around the museum ourselves, but truth be told, without someone introducing the toys to us, we felt pretty lost.

There were witches’ hats lying around but no witches floating around. So we stole the hats for a while.

Then Darth Vader appeared.

I felt extremely amused to see such a huge figure in that already cramped museum, and I felt even more tickled when I heard that giant say, “you don’t know the power of the dark side!”

Until he came charging at me.

I don’t like the idea of anything charging at me, it’s very scary. Unless you’re a small furry bunny, or a golden retriever. Or prince charming. Yea.

Tour started shortly, and we were brought to the different levels of the museum. Each floor has a theme, and similar toys are put together in that level.

So let’s say you have panda eyes and polka dotted face, you will be grouped together with this little boy below.

Oh, this! I’ve never seen this Darkie toothpaste before at all. I actually like it better than the current look.

So anyway, the Darkies were grouped together. So cute!

Mickey mouse with long noses.

The $18K poster:

To be honest, I think looking at the photos really don’t tell you much. Making a trip down to the museum does make  a whole lot of difference.

Just 10 fun facts to hopefully get your interest level higher:

1. Mint museum is named as such because all the toys are kept in their ultimate mint condition.
2. All toys are owned by an engineer. He is already past 60 years old.
3. He forks out $40K each month to pay for rental of the museum.
4. Girls may wanna marry an engineer. They could buy you lots of toys with that amount of money… if you get what I mean.
5. Concept of the museum is “Around the World in 80 minutes” – simply because the toys are collected from everywhere around the world. Spend about 20 minutes on each floor and immerse yourself in the story behind each toy.
6. All toys on display are at least 50 years old and each costs at least 10K. Imagine if you convert each toy into a stack of notes, you could use them as steps to touch the clouds in the sky.
7. I’m not finished yet, those currently on display are merely 10% of the owner’s collection. Toys will be rotated to be displayed every month.
8. Yes, there are toys manufactured in Singapore. They are the ugliest-looking of the lot. Oops.
9. To me, toys from Japan look the best. Japanese are just amazing.
10. And the most interesting fact learned from the museum visit – Bugs Bunny used to have polka dotted ears! Man, you should go look at the soft toy. It’s really cute!

I think it’s always interesting to visit a museum. Especially when you’re old and nothing much amazes you anymore.

You’d be surprised how much the stories from the past can warm your heart.

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This Halloween’s party is specially co-organised by NHB and the MINT Museum of Toys, and facilitated by omy.sg, to show a different side of museums to youths. For more interesting and different way to experience museums you can log on to NHB’s social media initiative sites www.SeeDifferent.sg or join www.Facebook.com/SeeDifferent.

am at my hunk’s bahelor pad blogging on my omnia II, just in case i forget this ridiculously hilarious thing he said to me just now while watching singapore idol and munching on baby spinach salad.

“only at my house you can eat salad in gong ji wan (公鸡碗) ok!”

i just showed him what i wrote n he said, ” fusion food ok!”

hahahaha!

hahahaha

I was being stationed at the M1 Shop last Sunday, promoting a phone I know close to nothing about (haha), and I people-watched.

I came to a conclusion that human beings are fundamentally guilty of one thing – taking things for granted.

Kids were whining for a new phone, eagerly wanting a queue number, and when their turn is called, they’d wave to their dad and summon them over with a “oei” or “eh, come!”. How rude and disrespectful.

I thought if they want the phone so bad, is it so hard to settle it themselves with the staff? Turned out they simply needed their parents to pay for the phone. Hah. This is how spoilt youths these days have become. Will they ever know the value of working for what they want?

And then there were couples… girlfriend obviously not interested in anything but boyfriend was walking off alone having the time of his life trying out phones. One of the girls actually tried to help her guy, asked me to introduce the phone to her, said he boyfriend is looking for a phone. Turned out he wasn’t appreciative of her efforts to help at all. He said he already had in mind a certain brand, what for she go and waste his time and ask him to go see another brand. I could sense how hurt she was.

That got me thinking about love.

It’s always upsetting to see one party willingly subjecting him/herself to misery while the other is oblivious to how much harm and hurt s/he has caused.

A couple’s needs aren’t always equal.

One person’s needs can be bigger, stronger or more urgent. To me, a mature, loving, supportive relationship means that sacrifices are made, concessions are given and needs are prioritised.

Most times, relationships are less than ideal. You can easily tell who is the one loving the other person more. They are the ones who don’t mind giving so much till the extent they’re being cruel to themselves.

But I guess that’s the thing about unconditional love – to know your heart is big enough to love despite the sacrifices, humble enough to find joy in another’s joy, graceful enough to smile through the tears and wise enough to see the meaning of it all.

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Tonight, I got myself thinking about life.

We would always tell each other to live life for the moment to the fullest, but how many of us hang on to our past and never let go? I’ve been told that I am a person who is decisive, tough and move on very quickly from closures of my past relationships. Come to think of it, is it that hard to do what I do?

Our time is limited. Once people recognize this, many of their decisions will change. What is the point of pacing back and forth, but not moving forward?

Most days I will ask myself, if today were the last day of my life, would I wanna do what I am about to do today? When I ask myself that question, almost everything will fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Everything else is secondary. And that is one key reason why I am able to move on and not dwell in the past. I live for the present and look towards the future.

So don’t tell me you need hell a lot of time to move on, it is your choice whether or not to be trapped in your past. Don’t ask how I can be mostly unaffected by the ghosts of my past, I simply know what I want, set my heart and mind to it and work towards it. You should too.

Watch the video and you’ll concur with the title.

New duet by Jay Chou and Cindy.

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The stash of stuff accompanying me day and night now. Vit C pills, dunnoe what pills, antiseptic, gel, whatever, whatever… contributed by my hunk and my bro. So touched and feel so loved, though my wounds still kinda hurt. =(

Long story short. I went cycling and got injured. Shoulder and face got very bad abrasions. Those following me on twitter would have seen my twitpic, and no I’m not gonna put it on the blog, cos it’s so depressing looking. Am getting whatever vit c I can get now so my skin will recover very very nicely.

In other news, my mummy came home with a copy of 8 Days today. Cover was Michelle Chia and the Polo Boys. She kept pointing to this guy called Kiwi.

Seriously.

Kiwi. KIWI LEH. What kinda funny name is that? HAHAHAHA.

She said he’s her friend’s son, very handsome. Even asked me to count the number of pecs he has on his abs. And I mean she really made me count out loud – one two three four five six seven and eight! Wah lao eh lame.

Then she made me read the article, okay lah, quite funny but I seriously dunnoe what she’s thinking insisting that I read it.

Now the 8 Days is on my table. Kiwi’s black and white photo is right in front of me.

She asked me to watch Polo Boys with her on Thursday night. I think she’s seriously nuts.

Oh yea btw, Kiwi is a pretty good source for Vitamin C, just so you know.

13 days, 10 tulips worth of dried petals, 1 card and a refusal from my mother to let me stay over at my 2nd home later, I think it’s time I introduce him to all of you.

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I knew him at a very strange time in my life.

The first time we met, I’d built walls around my heart. I’ve been hurt so badly I thought it’s best to not fall in love again. He figured it out soon enough and said, don’t keep telling yourself you don’t want to love.

I told him, don’t fall in love with me.

We became friends, kind of, I think, and that was okay with me. It was very nice and comforting and I trusted him so much in a way I surprised myself.

We would talk for hours online, about everything and anything.

The first time we talked about “love” was when I said I love cooking, and he started sharing passionate descriptions about the love he has for his expensive (but discounted) pots, pans and collection of kitchen knives.

We went swimming, snacked by the pool, got hopelessly lost on the roads, saw an accidental fireworks display while being lost, watched plays, caught movies, chilled out at clubs and pubs, sang till morning at KTVs, did dinners and laughed a lot.

(I always say wealth follows him everywhere he goes because each time we settle down at a table, condensed water from the air-con above would drip onto him! Hahahaha!)

I thoroughly enjoyed his company and I knew he felt happy with me by his side too.

The more I hung out with him, the more comfortable I felt in his presence. He is by far, the person with the most beautiful soul I’ve ever met.

He’d say thank you and smile to the lady who cleaned our table at the food court. Smile and gesture to pedestrians to proceed to cross at zebra crossings after he’s stopped the car. Wave and chat with people around his neighbourhood… neighbours, hawkers, even supermarket staff who are strangers to him. I’ve never met someone quite as warm and kind as him.

Weeks went by and I realised I do miss him extremely much when he’s not beside me, but I pretend that I’m doing perfectly fine without seeing him. Each time I’m online I check whether he is too. And it’s funny cos we’d banter over who was first to initiate the chat, especially when we both sent messages at the same time, and he’d print screen to show that he did first.

It was a warm, fuzzy kind of happiness I was rather foreign too. It felt strangely blissful, a feeling I wasn’t quite used to, but who was I to complain? I was beaming from within.

The sweet sms, the smile at the end of a date, the first touch, that tingly electric buzz that flowed through my body during that first kiss. Every moment with him was truly exhilarating, exciting, and should I say, magical? I couldn’t ignore that sweet mad rush of emotions which weakened my heart and knees (and yes I still feel this way).

I’ve fallen for him… so fast that before I knew it, I was already at the point of no return.

He said that he loves me too, and that with me he feels young again.

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He has 2 cute dimples. Yes, cuter than mine.

I love looking at that adorable double eyelid of his left eye, then shift my gaze to his right eye to seek out that hidden double eyelid that’s always so shy to show itself.

My eyes would then wander off to his soft lips that always make me wanna kiss them all over again.

He’s got really nice, firm hands… which is hot.

I love the way he sharpens his knife (though he only did it once in front of me), how much passion he has for things he’s serious about, the way he wraps me up in a towel after a swim, how he lets me snuggle up to him in the cinema, how he makes our soft toys talk and whine, the way he smiles at me when I’m still 3m away from him at the Outram MRT platform, the way his ass looks, that brief beautiful silence between every kiss, the way he wraps me up in a big hug like we haven’t seen each other in ages, how perfectly his hand fits in mine, and the way he sounds when he tells me good night love.

Him saying something really naughty to me right in front of his parents and knowing only I could get it, us sitting at the dinner table with his family enjoying myself and him, him putting his hand on my thigh to let me know he’s here and not to feel nervous in front of his parents, taking the last piece of tissue left and tearing half for me, calling me chio bu! even when I know he’s being nonsensical, how he remembers everything I say perfectly, texting me ever so randomly, and calling me just to tell me he wanna hear my voice.

How he puts  his hand on the small of my back, the smell of him, how his hair falls ever so lightly across his forehead, that wink, that cheeky grin, that look of exasperation when he cannot answer my riddles (even when I ask him the 2nd time), how tickled he looks whenever we share a silly joke, and most of all how much he made me love him.

He’d stop us at the aisle of the supermarket, hold me close to him and ask if we could do a slow dance to the music playing in the background.

Wake up ultra early to prepare breakfast and pour me a nice tall glass of milk, like I’m his little kitten. Cover me up in blanket like I’m his little hamster. Ruffle through my hair like I’m a puppy craving for attention.

Complete my sentences. Catch me when I lose my balance ever so often when coming out from his bathroom. Cut and feed me fruits. Cook a big dinner for my family. Massage my tired feet and my stiff neck. Surprise me with ice cream. Tell me he’s shy but still shamelessly pretend that he’s a certain extremely good-looking celebrity who starred in Infernal Affairs.

He said he can’t promise we will be forever, but he will love me with all his heart and be a part of all my tomorrows.

Welcome the Andy Lau of genesisofmind…

The person I call my boyfriend, my man, my hunk, my hot dude and most affectionately, my baby.

His name is Sean.

Everybody, let’s make him feel at home here. Do say “hi Sean!” in the comment box! Haha! ^-^

What a terribly horrible night for me. Tiwtter doesn’t work. I can’t update! =( I’m not upset ‘cos twitter ain’t working… it’s cos I still can’t find my pencil.

My mega chio and super nice to touch and hold mechanical pencil. *whines*

My brother is super positive that he returned it to me (ie placed it in my pencil case) but it’s nowhere to be found!!! Nooooooooo~!!!!!! I actually packed my room again in hope of finding it but I still can’t find it. NOOOOOOOOOOOOO~!!!!! I’m so sad. T_T

When will my bro ever stop taking my stuff!? My erasers kept disappearing during a period of time and when I asked him for my eraser, he kept saying he returned to me but I couldn’t find any so I kept buying 1 eraser after another, and guess what! My mummy uncovered 4 freaking erasers one day while sorting out stuff on his table.

Argh!!!

Pencil where are you?!!!

I know it may sound silly, but I find it very uninspiring to be drawing or sketching without it. =( I want my pencil!!! And I am very reluctant to buy another exact one because it ain’t gonna feel the same. It just ain’t gonna feel the same!!! *whines*

Oh yea and you know what’s the dumbest thing? My bro borrowed it to trace out this stupid picture of Hello Melody when my pencil is totally  meant for much greater things. Fuck all things Hello. Hello Melody, Hello Kitty, Hello Shop. Whatever. Hello Melody?!!?! Did you eat up my pencil, you stupid bunny with a crossed mouth??!!?!!!

Anyway I was packing my room and I saw my “birthday” card from my hunk and so I took it out to read again and then I started tearing just reading it. I’m so sad. I can’t find my pencil and the card is so touching and I think there was dust in my left eye and then I started tearing even more and then boohooooooooo……. I know I knowwwww I’m rambling…… I better stop…

I need to sleep now because I need to wake in 3 hours’ time. I’m so screwed. =(

I hope I can wake up tomorrow and say HELLO PENCIL!!!

*whine*

So I haven’t written in a while… so what? Neither has Shakespeare. Difference is I’m still very much alive.

*cough*

Okay that was lame.

I don’t know how come time passes by so quickly. What was I occupied with?

I made a journey to The West the past few days. Stayed with a hunk at his bachelor pad.

He made me brunch, I made him dinner. Then he made me dinner again, and supper, and ultimately the end result is that he made me fat.

I tied up all his messy cables in his room. He tied me to his bed. Just kidding.

We went to watch this movie and got a crazy idea out of it. I think it’s gonna be totally BoomZ, but let’s just see how it goes.

Helped out at a Windows Mobile roadshow at ION. Totally convinced that Windows Mobile is da bomb. (Look out for Version 6.5 everybody.)

I seriously don’t know what you people who are using the iPhone are thinking. Your iPhone looks chio chio only but is it so much of a Smart Phone? I don’t think so. I am so loving my Omnia II now that I’ve discovered how to use it in so many ways possible. Go Windows on your mobile people!!!

Actually I can’t think of what to write already because I’m hungry and sleepy. My brain can’t work. But I’m still giggling to myself when I think of that ‘ice fight’ we had on the mattress a while back.

Awwww, my hunk just called and said he wanna hear my voice before he goes to sleep. I’m happy already.

Oh yes I’ve got a picture to show off because I think it looks ultimate chio.

Royal purple will forever be my favourite colour! Simply because it is so versatile. It can look romantic, elegant, and gloriously stately, all at the same time. And it looks best on tulips… look at those lovely flowers. They even compliment my wall’s colour so perfectly. Love!

I apologise if I sound weird in this entry. My brain is starting to snooze.

I am gonna sleep now too.

Bon Appétit!

Oh my what the… . . … . I mean good night!