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Tuesday, December 28, 2004

Alive and Well

Thanks for your concern, all those who have frantically sms-ed/emailed me after the terrible Asian earthquake.

We're perfectly fine here in Koh Phangan. We're on the other coast of Thailand, so we were completely unaffected, thank god. It was freaky that we were in Phuket just the day before, and I was telling Patrick I wished we could stay there a day before heading to Phangan. But all the flights were fully booked the next day and we had to leave Phuket right away. Freaky too to watch it all blow up in the news that they are broadcasting all day over here.

What a sad, sad, freaky thing to happen. My heart is out there to all those affected.

Koh Phangan is absolutely amazing. I think this is my paradize on earth. But it seems unfitting to rave about this place at a time like this. So I'll keep it for later.

We are well and alive, alive and well, and thankful for it every second.
kellykelly, 12/28/2004 03:06:00 pm | link | 11 comments |

Saturday, December 25, 2004

Away We Go!

Barely awake at the airport. We're off to Koh Phangan for a week. Already annoyed by the Tiger Airways rule stated up front that you cannot consume "outside food and drinks" on the flight. I pointed out to lady at counter that that was a stupid rule. I got an arched-eyebrow reply, "M'am, this is a budget airlines" in the same tone of a saleswoman at a Gucci place telling you they don't have price tags. I asked "even water?". She replies "well, maybe they might allow you to drink your water...but I can't promise that."


My first Nazi flight.

Merry Christmas! Happy New Year! and all the good things. See ya next year!
kellykelly, 12/25/2004 06:04:00 am | link | 2 comments |

Thursday, December 23, 2004

Picture Perfect

A picture would have told these words, but I didn't have my camera with me, so here are the words instead:

Basement, Takashimaya shopping center. 3 women on a bench, (left to right) a grandmother, a mother, an Indonesian/Philippino maid. Grandmother sitting there, silent and bored. Mom is also sitting there, body turned towards her mom, away from her maid, elbows on knee, chin in hand, silent and bored. Maid sits straight, silent and bored. Oh, and maid is holding a 2 year old girl who is slumped across her torso, arms and legs spread-eagled to the sides, completely and peacefully asleep, burying her cheeks against maid's chest. And maid is balancing girl's big pink bag bigger than her, in between her legs.

I don't know if it's because I've been more aware of this, or because it's more prevalent, but the way Singaporean parents behave with their children and their maids is just embarrassing. More often than not, we see situations like this one at Margarita's. Last week at the Esplanade, there was a family watching the dance show. The parents wanted to go, but the kid was pouting, showing that she wanted to stay and watch. The parents merely rolled their eyes and walked off. The maid looks at them, looks at the kid, wonders for a while, then picks up the kid, with the kid flailing her arms, and trots to catch up with the parents. The parents never once looked back.

I wonder. Of course it's easy for me to judge because I don't have a kid and it's not yet in the horizon of my thoughts even. I'm sure it's difficult and time-consuming and frustrating and I'd want help. But I would think that if/when I do have a kid, I would want my 2 year old to be slumped across my torso when he/she falls asleep. I would think that only me and the father of my child would be responsible for disciplining the child, not the babysitter, nor anyone else. I would think that I'd be immensely uncomfortable fine dining while my kid sits outside in the steaming car with the maid.

So I would think all that. But of course, my words don't have strength until I step in the Parent shoes. In the meantime, I'm making mental notes on what I will try darndest not to do. One thing I'm sure of: there's something deeply disturbing in the maid system in Singapore. People have always been hiring nannies to look after children, as well as hired help with household chores. But to dump these two big responsibilities upon a poorly-paid 21 year old fresh from a village in Indonesia or the Philippines that hardly knows the local language? One would think a nation of highly educated citizens would question that right away. No wonder crazy shit happens.
kellykelly, 12/23/2004 03:27:00 pm | link | 2 comments |

What is Acceptable? - Part II

A continuation of my previous post...

It is acceptable:

To have a boot party in a carpark with 20 people crowded round a vehicle sloshing alcohol openly.

It is not acceptable:

To walk around in the streets carrying (of course they were drinking from it, but at the moment of being caught they were merely holding it) an open can of beer in a brown paper bag.

Now, here's the bizarre thing: "in New York City" and "in Singapore" each belong to one of the above. Guess which?


The question is obvious for y'all who have lived in America. There's a bizarre law in America that bans you from drinking alcohol in public. My brother was fined US$25 for carrying an open can of beer in a brown paper bag while walking to supper after bar-hopping in NYC last night. As mentioned above, he and his friend were not seen drinking from it, they just bumped into a couple of cops while holding it.

The law also means that an outdoor event will have to get special permits and set up barriers within which people can/cannot drink. When you purchase alcohol, it must be wrapped in an opaque brown bag. You may sit in a car and drink alcohol, but make sure the keys are out of the ignition (I'll have to double check on this, but that's what I was told). So people who are out bar-hopping, who want to go to a corner store to buy cheap(er) beer, must sneak drinking it from a brown paper bag; or people who want to chill at a picnic in the park must do the same. Of course, everyone does it, so whenever you see someone drinking anything out of a brown paper bag, you can be sure it's an alcoholic drink.

It's the silliest law ever. And then at the same time, as I mentioned in my previous post, Singapore (and America) tolerates, even celebrates, getting sloshed with alcohol, while executing people for other drugs.

Our societies are rampant with hypocrisy.
kellykelly, 12/23/2004 02:43:00 pm | link | 1 comments |

The Coolest Thing Ever

We have decorated our Christmas Tree with pictures. Last night, my parents brought over some of theirs at our request to put up on our tree.

I think this picture of my mother on top of the tree next to the SHINY DISCO BALL (I can only type SHINY DISCO BALL in caps, sorry) is the coolest looking picture I have taken in recent memory:

kellykelly, 12/23/2004 10:48:00 am | link | 0 comments |

Wednesday, December 22, 2004

All Look Same

The ang mor beat me with a score of 10. I got the average 7. Damn.
kellykelly, 12/22/2004 04:54:00 pm | link | 1 comments |

Ah Lian vs. SPG

I've recently been browsing through a couple of blogs Michelle introduced me to: Xiaxue and SarongPartyGirl.

I would love to see the Ah Lian vs SPG battling it out in the same room together (umm...so would a lot of guys...but I meant an oral battle...umm...so would a lot of guys...but...damn...dug my own hole here...umm...*insert (pardon the pun) own sexual connotation/pun here*).

They come from different planets, exist on different ends of the spectrum, *insert own cliched phrase indicating difference here*. One of them relishes on being the representative young Singaporean girl; the other clearly views herself as a dissident of the norm. Yet each of them represents a respective pure and complete Singapore Stereotype, bounded by their own narcissism (the shared trait of all bloggers, unite!). *insert own psycho-sociological analysis here*
kellykelly, 12/22/2004 09:30:00 am | link | 2 comments |

Tuesday, December 21, 2004

Pain in the Neck

Now I know where that phrase came from, because a pain in the neck is such a pain in the neck!

So I woke up this morning, and discovered that out of nowhere, I got a pain in the neck, and upper back. I couldn't tilt my head in the usual way I could tilt my head.

I went for my yoga class this evening (blessed am I that I took up this class with 11 other slackers, so I end up having a private one-on-one yoga class that would have cost me $80 per sesion, while paying $80 for 12) and my yoga teacher gave me an awesome 10 minute massage. Then we did some yoga stretched that help me out. In my discussion about how the pain could have come about, she mentioned that if one gets up too quickly from bed while waking up, that could cause the pain in the neck. And I rewound my day and remembered that the Fat Cat, usually banned from my side of the bed, had put his ass right next to my face and flicked his tail across my neck, leading me to jerk my hand up in shock and horror and shake Patrick up to carry the Fat One over to his side.

There you have it. Fat Cat caused my pain in the neck.

I have a deep heating pad pasted on my back right now and...it...feeelss...sooo....good....
kellykelly, 12/21/2004 11:32:00 pm | link | 0 comments |


Patrick's certainly bringing on the Christmas Cheer into my life. I, who have never gotten a proper Christmas tree ever, now have a beautiful one in my house. I, who have hardly ever bought Christmas gifts, now am excited over exchanging them.

And Pat insisted on watching at least one "Christmas movie" this week. Last night, we rented A Christmas Story, which I have never watched before. I can see why it's a classic: it's one of those movies with so many favorite scenes that you just want to watch it again and again, and it feeds on stereotypes that causes someone who grew up in America (Pat) go "yep, I've done that, and that, and..." The narrative is just delightful and Peter Billingsley is such a great child actor.

My favorite scenes have gotta be (you'll have to watch the movie for the following to make sense):

* The mom wrapping Randy up, padding him till he can't put his hands down. I like that scene because I wish to be wrapped up like that in cold weather (I hate the cold).

* Santa telling Ralphie "You'll Shoot Your Eyes Out", and then shoving him down the slide by pushing his boot on his forehead.

* Mr. Parker reading the side of the box with the prize that he won:
Mr. Parker: Ra-gee-lay. That must be Italian.
Mrs. Parker: Uh, I think that says FRAGILE, dear.
Mr. Parker: Oh, yeah.

* ...and most definitely, the scene in the Chinese restaurant where:
Head Waiter: No, no, not 'ra ra ra ra', 'la la la la'! Try again.
Waiters: Deck the halls with boughs of horry, ra ra ra ra ra, ra ra ra ra.
Head Waiter: No, no! Sing something else.
Waiters: Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way. Oh what fun it is to ride in a one-horse open sreigh!

...and the mom is freaking out because the duck's head was staring at her and the waiter went, "no problem" and chopped its head off, right there and then. (The stereotype is so true though! I've met more than one American shudder over their food staring back at them, while the Asian goes "...but it's the best part!")

I wonder if 9 year old Patrick, growing up in sub-urban Florida watching this movie for the first time, ever thought he would be re-watching it in Singapore.
kellykelly, 12/21/2004 05:23:00 pm | link | 0 comments |


Our weekend in Batam was decidedly pleasant. There was none of that Red Cock tackiness I was afraid of. In fact, the only White guy-Asian Girl walking stereotype was...*cough*...us.

Instead, we had balmy trees...

...a private beach...

...a beautiful pool where we swam, read, slept, read, swam (repeat) all day...

...a couple of great books to keep the Chansidines engaged...

...loads of DVDs...

...coconuts twice the size of my head...

...a bunny at the breakfast restaurant, sparking off a freaky Donnie Darko nightmare...

...and a couple of really sunburnt Chansidines. Which is weird cos both of us got burnt on the very first day (thus shunning the sun all of the 2nd), and it was cloudy most of the day, and both of us hardly ever gets burnt. Beware the Batam Sun.
kellykelly, 12/21/2004 02:18:00 pm | link | 4 comments |

Monday, December 20, 2004


Oh, ya gotta check this one out!

"First 200 ravers..."

"WOW!xmasrave aims to take the rave scene in Singapore to a different level."

Rave scene in Singapore?? Where?? Got meh?? Don't bluff lah!!

A "rave" sponsored and organized by a bunch of corporations and Singapore government bodies.

*chuckle*! and *guffaw*! and not to forget, *rolls eyes*
kellykelly, 12/20/2004 08:12:00 pm | link | 2 comments |

Friday, December 17, 2004

A Twelvemonth of Tumult

Before I head off for the weekend, here are the first and last few verses from the Economist's The Year in Verse.

The world's events we here rehearse—The year that's passed is told in verse


DARK night gave way, that Jan the first,
To hopes that now the sun would burst
On where Saddam had once been king—
Tsar, caesar, lord—of everything,
And with his acolytes and thugs,
And poison gas and listening bugs,
Had ground the poor Iraqis down,
In field and dune and marsh and town.
The realisation soon would grow
That in his place was GI Joe,
A decent, fair and honest friend
Who had no wish his life to spend
In any country but his own—
So long as freedom had been grown.
For GI Joe had but one aim,
To make Iraq look just the same
As any democratic reach,
From Oregon to West Palm Beach.


UP NORTH rich folk would now decry
The rising price of oil,
The dollar low or euro high,
And housing off the boil.
Third-worlders, though, were used to pain—
Another year and little gain,
Another year of toil.

WOULD next year any better be
Than this year gone before?
Would peace illumine January,
Or would it be more war?
Would sun shine down and flowers bloom?
Or would there be a hecatomb?
We do not know, that's sure.

FOR now we must content ourselves
With Spiderman and Shrek,
With red-nosed deer and little elves,
And hollied halls to deck.
If Father Christmas wishes well,
The world won't just yet go to hell,
Though it may look a wreck.
kellykelly, 12/17/2004 05:37:00 pm | link | 0 comments |

Christmas Tree!

As promised...

Look, look! It's our Christmas Tree! Isn't it pweetty?? Check out the SHINY DISCO BALL!! WHOO YEAH!!

To think that this was the tree that Patrick thought he'd only get this Christmas, before my nice parents bought us the bad-ass big one. Yes, that's the Famous Fat Cat next to the cute but pathetic mini-tree.

We stuck photos and cards all over our tree. Here's Natalie's card to her brother last year =)

Aww. We luv our tree! Merry Christmas from the Chansidines!!!

...and from The Fat Cat too...

We are off to Batam for the weekend: my surprise Christmas gift from Pat, which required me to go home during lunch to pack. =D Having done some last minute research on Batam, I can't wait to visit The Red Cock.

Although, it's almost sad how an official looking site would prostitute their women as such: "PLUS beautiful, smiling, welcoming Indonesian girls, judged by many of the Westerners who have visited, settled and often married here to be among the most gracious, charming and generous in the world." This site is worse. Eeks! I'm in for another Pattaya. But never mind that sleeze...I'll be laying out on the beach with my man and my reads (Economist's Christmas edition *rub hands in glee*) and kellykelly will be veryvery happy.
kellykelly, 12/17/2004 04:14:00 pm | link | 0 comments |

Thursday, December 16, 2004


Awww...streakers at Doe Library during peak final season.

How classic. Nothing like flopping boobies and dickies to take the stress off.

I never did see any streaking in my college years though...damn! how did I let my college years go by without seeing boobies and dickies in the library? Although I certainly had a fill of them boobies and dickies flopping around everywhere in San Francisco.

kellykelly, 12/16/2004 05:43:00 pm | link | 2 comments |

kellykelly finally links!

We have entered a new era, folks. I have finally ended my insulation and added links to my sidebar.

For a start, I have added a few people I know in the real realm and read in the blog realm. There will be more added later.

Unless you are my brother (I insist on linking you hor, even if you say you dowan, cos we share the same blood), should you have any qualms about being linked to Kellog, just email me (3 page essay on why not please, single-spaced, Times New Roman, font size 12. Kidding. Just drop me a note, and I'll take you off my VIP list...and thereafter strike you off my life forever and ever. *phht*). Conversely, if you wanna be added, email me with your URL. You will be put under stringent kellykelly VIP tests of course.
kellykelly, 12/16/2004 05:32:00 pm | link | 4 comments |


Last night was one of those nights that just happens.

I went to Bugis Junction to look for a certain Christmas gift. No luck. Couldn't take the crowd. Stepped out. Decided to walk to Suntec City to try my luck. Happened to walk down Liang Seah street (Seah Liang Seah is my ancestor!), that has apparently turned into a hip food/bar street. Went to Suntec, no luck, walked to City Hall MRT to meet up with Patrick. Almost wanted to eat at Nooch but decided we wanted some kinda view, not in a stupid Citilink Mall. So we went to the Esplanade, walked around, and suddenly got attacked by a bunch of ballerinas that would grab audiences (usually ang moh guys) and get them to dance. Patrick was in 7th heaven prancing about with the little asian ballerinas. They weren't that good (not that I'm jealous or anything! No really, they were kinda amateurish...I mean, they performed for free!), but fun to watch if only there was a breathtaking skyline in the background. Singapore's starting to have a pretty bad-ass architectural landscape (of course, as with such subjective subjects, that could be contested by some). I really really love the 2 durians, Esplanade, especially at night. The beauty of it is that you can see it heaving up in the background when you are standing at a distance, at different angles. I can't wait for the Sail to be raised, and the crazy UFO-looking new Supreme Court to be up.

Then we had a surprisingly yummy dinner at Thai Express (Chiang Mai mango salad and pad thai...mmm...Thai fooood...).

Then we drifted about, being greeted by magnificent Botero sculptures on our walk home. That was the main point of this post actually. Botero in Singapore. I haven't seen his paintings at the museum yet, but I have been intending to and will. I didn't think I'd like his sculptures, but we just drifted into them. And I highly highly recommend checking them out, all lined along the river. They are magnificent stallions, all of them. Amazing. Beautiful. They look so solid, at the same time, their curves looks so invitingly soft. They were all friggin' turn-ons, them phallic stallions. I really can't describe how I feel about them all that well, only that I loved just standing there with them looming over me. Huge motherf-ckers they are. And I truly believe this is why Botero is such a famed artiste, and deserve every praise, fame and fortune. Patrick put it best when he said the amazing thing about them is that while they look so obtuse and seemingly disproportionate to real-life figures, you can totally imagine them coming alive. I seriously think at a stroke of midnight, they actually come alive and have a crazy rave and mass orgy session on the Padang, then go back to sleep at sunrise and Singaporeans aren't any wiser.

Go check them out. They really are beautiful creatures.

We've also used Botero's name as a new term to describe eating too much food. Our meal at Thai Express was so good that we both engaged in "blind eating", i.e. you are not hungry but still eat cos it tastes sooo good. After that, we groaned and rubbed our tummies and moaned, "ooohh...I feel absolutely Botero. I'm all Botero-ed. Bleh."
kellykelly, 12/16/2004 10:07:00 am | link | 1 comments |

What is Acceptable?

What Singapore deems acceptable or not continues to fascinate me.

It is acceptable:

* For parents to take their maid and infant out to a fancy restaurant (Margarita's) for dinner. Only to have the maid take the baby outside (because it was crying?) right at the beginning of their meal. For the entire duration of their meal (2 hours?), they leisurely took their time, looking like they were having a nice quiet date, while the maid stands outside in the sweltering heat with the baby, fanning it the entire time. The parents never once stepped out to check on either of them.

It is not acceptable:

* For anyone who can't answer these MCQs to work as a maid in Singapore. You really HAVE to read all of these questions, 1-10, 11-19, 20-35.

My favorite question has got to be Q24:
24) Which one of the following is NOT one of your duties as a domestic worker in Singapore:
(a) Wash my employer’s bathroom.
(b) Massage my “Sir”.
(c) Clean the inside of the window.
(d) Hand wash the clothes.
Answer (b)
I think our maid culture in Singapore is embarrassing, asinine and archaic anyway. This just documents it. As with other things about Singapore, it does seem to "make sense", you are asking "practical" questions. But not really. If I was an uneducated girl from a poor country here to make some wages that are relatively higher than what I would ever earn in my own country, these are life skills one would be able to pick up with proper respectful guidance. How on earth would I be able to sit down with a pen and paper, read the English, and tick off the right/wrong questions?? I don't know whether to laugh or cry.

It is acceptable:

* For kids to be drunk out of their goards outside Zouk every single weekend, purging their intoxicated (i.e. poisoned) bodies into the shrubs outside, some lying unconscious out on the side of the pavement.

It is not acceptable:

* To have stoners. Not that I condone/use that, nor do I even drink alcohol. I think both drugs (yes, alchohol is a drug. So is caffeine, and sugar) are detrimental (caffeine is my only vice...I don't even take sugar, or try not to), alcohol probably more so. But one is celebrated, the other sends you to jail/the gallows.

It is acceptable:

* For 'roadshows' to be -blaring- their gawdawful speakers everywhere in town, yelling about stuff that aunties love to queue up for, people from charities hawking you to give them money (I never give money out in the streets, so don't even bother me please), flyers flying into your hands from everywhere, littering the streets unseen.

It is not acceptable:

* For old people to peddle tissue paper because they are a "public nuisance". Excuse me? I do hope they would freaking ban those awful awful roadshows that are the true public nuisances, before they jail/fine these old people that sell me tissue (which I buy often cos they are reasonably priced and I have a consumer demand for them when I need it, which is usually at the food places where they sell them, hence being a pretty good business strategy)!

Oh Singapore, oh Singapore, how do I love/loathe thee!
kellykelly, 12/16/2004 09:05:00 am | link | 3 comments |

Monday, December 13, 2004


We had dinner at Margarita's for my parents 29th wedding anniversary (29th!! As my brother would say, that's longer than we've been alive. Yes).

It was a true dining experience that you can find peppered all over NYC and SF, but rare in Singapore. I'm not a foodie, i.e. I lean more on the category of eat-to-live type, and would categorize food more loosely as "I like" or "I don't like". Add to that I appear to have a horridly tiny appetite and suffer if I overeat. As my mom says, sometimes I wish I could be a cow and have four stomachs.

About the food at Margarita's, I liked most of it, didn't like the lamb shanks at all (the strong smell of shanks is as unappetizing as it sounds...the strong smell of shanks...*grimace*.). I thought the red snapper was excellent, and the salsa was the best I have tasted. And you must include the fact that Mexican food is my least favorite of cuisines. Japanese, Thai, and Cantonese food will be tops. North Indian, Mediterranean, and Middle Eastern food will be listed under the 2nd category. Italian will be next, I guess...it lies more in the indifference category. (But I add the disclaimer that any Italian my man cooks is in its own category at the top of the top because of the secret ingredient Hot Italian Love. hahahaha) Mexican food tends to fall probably 2 rungs under that, closer to I-hatereally-don't-like. I can't take that jalapeno spice that stays on your tongue forever and kills your meal. I hate dislike sour cream, guacamole, and tortilla chips. Most burritos look like a mess of yuck to me. My friends that love Mexican food will kill me for this lambasting of Mexican food...especially my personal opinion that it lies on a completely different spectrum as Japanese food: where Japanese food is all about quality and freshness (sashimiiii...mmmm), and Mexican food seems like a bunch of low quality meats and beans and stuff masked with fat (sour cream, guacamole) and spice.

I digress. Main point is that I usually hate Mexican food and I actually thought the food at Margarita's was good. So it must be excellent Mexican food.

But the service was truly something else. The restaurant is mostly a one-man show with the owner being the only one who'd take your order. You can see the passion he has for his food by the way he described it. I would go so far as to say he's quite the control freak as he controls every single aspect in his restaurant, including your appetite. After he took our order, he decides to change it and "hold" certain dishes we had ordered because he's observing how much we can handle. For example, we order some cream of corn soup, but he decided not to bring it out in the end because he knew it would fill us up before the meal was done. Smart man. We ended up having room for 4 kinds of dessert (bread pudding, chocolate cake, and Sopapillas with coconut ice-cream). Mmmm...We did not want the bread pudding, but the owner insisted that we have it, and so we did, and it was good.

I was never one into the fine dining experience, where the meal is more than about the food. It's all over the place in SF/NYC and there's a growing market for in Singapore. This one was fun. I can't bear to spend that much money on the experience though, because I'm cheap. But I can see why some people live for this kinda thing.
kellykelly, 12/13/2004 01:03:00 am | link | 6 comments |

Sunday, December 12, 2004

Little Thailand

Have you been to Golden Mile Tower in Singapore? You should.

It's Singapore's Little Thailand and it's absolutely fascinating. It's like a portal from Singapore to Thailand. My parents took us there for Sunday lunch. We drove into the carpark, and walked up the stairs, and suddenly were were in Thailand. All the signs were in Thai. The smells, the stores, and of course the food, exactly like in Thailand.

It was even complete with ugly old farangs with their cute young Thai girls! How authentic can you get?
kellykelly, 12/12/2004 08:46:00 pm | link | 0 comments |

Melding Cultures

A little background: this was Christmas in our place at Castro, San Francisco last year.

Christmas is a big big family holiday for Patrick. He was so depressed being away from family and friends and snow (he's an avid snowboarder), and thinking he wasn't gonna get a Christmas tree for Christmas. He never had a Christmas without a tree ever...while I never had a Christmas with a tree ever.

My parents were so awesome. Seeing how important it was to Pat, they decided to buy us a tree as a Christmas present for us. He was like a little kid picking out the tree and buying christmas decorations for the Chansidine tree.

This was the tree he picked out...all the way from good ol' Oregon.

My dear parents are definitely making up for all the years of strict strict upbringing and complete non-spoiling (they were the "you want that? Well, you're not. Suck it up" kinda parents, which I'm thankful for) by completely spoiling their kids these days. I told Patrick I never had a Christmas tree in my life, even though I always yearned for one as a little girl (all those Archie comics!)...they just said "aiyah, it's not our culture to celebrate what!" Now we are definitely combining our cultures. As I walked around Concorde shopping centre buying decorations for the tree, I definitely caught a little of that Christmas buzz that my family was indifferent to for most of my life.

I can't wait to share Chinese New Year with Pat.

830pm...this just in. Our tree just arrived...and it smells beautiful!! The Chansidine love nest now smells like pine and pizza (Pat's making some from scratch). We have Christmas music (Bing Crosby type) playing...ohhhh...I kinda like this culture sharing thing! More pictures of the complete tree soon...too bad I can't share the smells online though!
kellykelly, 12/12/2004 08:20:00 pm | link | 4 comments |

Pippi! Pippi!

I didn't expect much. First, I wanted a weekend of rest. Second, it was in Velvet Underground, which I always shunned because it was poseur-ville.

But I heard lotsa raves about DJ Pippi at Zoukout which I missed, so we thought we'd go check it out. And I told myself I'd leave around 1-2am tops.

I left after 4am. DJ Pippi was incredible. A good DJ would make me dance dance dance even though I didn't want to. I couldn't stop. I really wish I could have an mp3 recording of his set. I so wanted to stay. He was that good. But I knew I was going to be out and about the next day and he'd have spun till sunrise. I dragged myself outta the club, still dancing.

It was my first time dancing in Velvet. There was thankfully a good-natured enough crowd there to make the dance floor fun. But what's up with the hoochie bar-top dancing? Aside from one funky ang-moh chick that dances like a bad-ass professional dancer, the rest of them were just booty-shaking hoochies, scrambling for their time to dance on the bartop. Damn...people paid to have strippers do that kinda hoochie dance, why were they doing it for free?

I was molested that night too. Fucker keep standing close behind me in the beginning of the night, and after he 'accidentally' brushed my ass, I stared him down, pointed my finger at him and made an elaborate hand gesture "NO", yelling at him to "back off, ok?" And -then- he comes up later and does it again! Asshole! And something snapped in me. It common for jerks to disrespect women by coping a feel as they brush pass you in a crowded club. Dickwads. But this time, something just snapped in me and I lost it. I turned around, jabbed my finger in his chest and yelled "stop fucking doing that, asshole! What are you doing? I told you before not to do that, and you are still doing that!" People were staring as I continued wagging my finger in his face. Immediately, he repeatedly went "sorry, sorry, sorry", and I just kept jabbing and shoving him, provoking him to a fight. I sooooooo regretted not shoving him to the ground or punching him in the nose. He knew his guilt and he kept repeatedly apologizing. Later, I told Patrick and when we saw him again, Patrick, who was twice this dickhead's height, stared him down and (I love this) rather than being the over-protective testosterone boyfriend, told him "dude, why would you be disrespecting my lady? How would you feel if someone did that to your girl, or your sister?" Immediately he apologized profusely again. Later, wanker comes back with a couple of beers as a gesture of peace. Free beer for coping a feel. Hey. I don't even drink, fucker.

I wish, I wish I shoved him to the ground. He would have been halpless because everyone who heard knew what he had done, and I would have been supported. The next idiot that tries the same better watch out, cos kellykelly ain't thinking twice the next time.
kellykelly, 12/12/2004 07:37:00 pm | link | 4 comments |

Sunday, December 05, 2004

Rock Out With Your Cock Zouk Out

Ah. My Virgin Zouk Out. 'Twas fun to say the least. Watching the sunrise with a thousand other people grooving to the same beat sure is memorable. I believe we are warmed up for the Full Moon Party we'll be heading to in less than 3 weeks.

About the event itself, it was, as I would have expected from Zouk, well-managed, at least from my own experience there. We got there before midnight, no problems aside from a short wait on the Sentosa shuttle, and a short line outside. Inside, I didn't feel any frustrations with the crowd, even when in line for the odious portaloos, as all portaloos are expected to be. When we left at around 7am, they had shuttles back to Habourfront running -continuously- one after another to handle the mass. They had what I thought was an efficient system of drink coupon/selling, in lumps of $6 and $3 (for water), so the bar doesn't need to deal with change/money. The crowd was Singaporeanly well-behaved, co-opting the behaviour of non-Singaporeans as well. I saw puking drunk idiots peppered around, but mostly before 2am. Half-naked bodies abounded. It was eye-candy galore, for both guys and girls. So when they are huffing and puffing through those glass windows at California Fitness, this must be the glory they were waiting for. I will empathize better the next time I wanna laugh at the gym rats on zoo display in Raffles/Orchard. I'm all for keeping healthy (although I have to shamefully admit I haven't stepped into a gym for about 2 years), but never understood the draw of putting yourself on display while monkeying around on them machines.

About the music. I must admit that I have always tended towards progressive house/trance, although that specific genre is widening, and has blurred edges all around. Last night, I think my taste might be shifting winds. As Patrick and I got into "flip mode" (our term for getting ready to go out, transiting from homebodies to clubbodies), we blasted a freaky dirty great set by Black Strobe, which was kinda more electro (non-dance people are going, what's the difference? There is, lah, to us) and break-beat than we normally listened to.

Over at Zouk Out, the DJs that I thought I'd loved turned out to be disappointing. Timo Mass was the funnest to bounce around to in the main arena, and even that was rather forgettable. Seb Fontaine and Satoshi Tomiie we skipped after a while to go to the Velvet arena, and surprisingly it was there that I had most fun with the music. Rainer Truby was groovey as hell (I usually don't like house-y, Velvet type of house). Miguel Migs rocked my boat too. Patrick was acquainted with him back in SF and we spent some time talking to him (whatta cutie) and Lisa Shaw after their show. Real nice people. Complete 'house-heads'. PVD was spinning as we were talking and they were incredulously wondering how anyone could dance to that trance.

I don't blame them. Paul Van Dyk. Oh, Paul Van Dyk. He was too hard for me (that's the one time that phrase is not a good thing). Given that Pat and I met while raving to PVD for 5 hours, we'll always have a special place in our hearts for him. I guess he's different in an epic 5-6 hour set, than a compressed 2 hour set. It was less the kind of (in my opinion) 'elegant' progressive music that I would expect to 'take us on a journey', more candy-raving glowstick spinning bpms.

But it was the one rare time that the music could actually be secondary for me. Dancing, bouncing, raving at the beach, while in a magical half and hour, the sky turned from black, to dark blue, to red, to light, having a beat, any beat would have been enough. If I were in a club and PVD had tranced it out as he did, I'd have left in intolerance. But we were lovin' the moment.

I remembered I had a camera in my phone and put it to good use. Here's Jon and Amy, 2 of the gang of about 10 we were hanging out with, as the last ones standing with us. Barely.

Cute li'll Amy and I after the sun has risen...I once again prove to myself that I have the best of times not drinking a single drop of alcohol and just chugging water all night long. Had I drunk any alcohol, I'd have wanted to lay down and fall asleep instead.

Rock out with your tongue out.

Patrick and his new friends. Love the brother on his right with the funky dreads and glasses. Patrick's hair was disappointing last night. It didn't poof half as much as usual. I think it corresponds to his level of intoxication. The more inebriated, the bigger the poof. He was a good boy last night. Relatively speaking.

Koh Phangan, here we come!

I gotta mention the experience of making my way home having lost the top I went to Sentosa with. Raving around half naked with a thousand other half naked people is one thing. Taking the MRT home (the wait for cabs was horrendous) in a bikini top and booty shorts is another. I had to buy the Sunday Times to hold around my torso. And of course the front page had to feature 'Singaporeans too beat to have sex'. It was a good thing we only had one stop, most of the passengers being from Zouk Out as well. It was another thing trying to grab a cab outside Outram Station, outside Cantonment Police Station. I kept my fingers crossed they wouldn't arrest me for indecent exposure, or soliciting the angmoh with crazy hair trying to hail a cab for us at 8am.
kellykelly, 12/05/2004 01:14:00 pm | link | 4 comments |

Friday, December 03, 2004


* As with most of the movies I like, I've always liked it better when I didn't know anything about it, at all. So if you are intending to watch Gus Van Sant's Elephant, which I highly recommend, skip this post *

Elephant is one of those movies that starts off slow, then leaves you disturbed because you find the cute 17 year old high school boys incredibly hot, then captures you entirely in its rolling silent narrative, then leaves you sitting in your seat wanting to watch it again because there's so many things you want to notice that you had probably missed the first time round, then leaves a better impression in your mind as you are reviewing it in your blog and reading about it online the next day.

Reading other people's reviews/analysis of the film makes it that much more fulfilling. The Guardian has a good synopsis:
Elephant, "inspired" by the Columbine school massacre, is about two students who go on the rampage. It has hardly any dialogue, no conventional narrative, and is little more than a series of tracking shots following the last 15 minutes of the lives of killers and victims. Van Sant doesn't make it easy for us. We have to watch closely, eavesdrop on elliptical conversations, and use our imagination to piece together the lives of (the characters)...By the end, despite being told next to nothing, we know the characters intimately.
This one is a little too film-school for me, but it's enlightening. This one's a better one. A few favorite insights:
The thing that freaks most people out about Elephant is its moral ambiguity in refusing to affix blame for, or even explain, the random, senseless acts of violence committed by two seemingly ordinary teenage boys.

Unlike Michael Moore's Bowling for Columbine , which searched for scapegoats in the most unlikely locations (Lockheed? Dick Clark?), Van Sant seems to realize that definitive answers are unobtainable. After all, how do you rationalize irrational tragedy?
I recommend Elephant. Go get it at your nearest pirated DVD store.
kellykelly, 12/03/2004 11:20:00 am | link | 0 comments |


There's a gallery on 137 Telok Ayer Street (Hokkien Huay Kuan building) that has 2 original Dali pen drawings that are amazing. I love Dali's paintings. But there's something so raw and just mind-blowing with his pen drawings. Go check them out. And if you want to buy me a $4500 gift, that would be it. Thanks.

kellykelly, 12/03/2004 10:30:00 am | link | 2 comments |

Thursday, December 02, 2004

U.S. networks reject church gay ad

Speaking of exclusive clubs...
The 30-second spot, sponsored by the 1.3-million member United Church of Christ, features two muscle-bound bouncers standing outside a church, determining who may enter to attend a service and who may not. Among those kept out are two males who appear to be a couple.

Written text then appears saying, in part, "Jesus didn't turn people away. Neither do we."

kellykelly, 12/02/2004 02:58:00 pm | link | 4 comments |

Twattica Redux

Yeesh. I guess I really shouldn't rely on the Straits Times as being the guide to "cool". Thanks to Michelle for the heads up.

You be your own judge about CrApTTica.

My fav quotes:
'They're a mix of local and expat professionals; they spend money and they're cool,'
They spend money and they're cool! Whoo!
Entry to the estimated 300-capacity club is via a staircase in Attica's courtyard.
Please refer to my post about the fucking stampede that happened at the staircase.
Unlike other establishments like Zouk whose energy levels tend to dwindle after 3am, Attica Too caters to those who want to party after Attica shuts at 4am.
I'm sorry but WHAT? I have been to Zouk so many times and it seems to me that the party had always started to get awesome after 3am...probably cos the twats start to leave for Attica. Thank you Twattica!
What is the secret behind Attica's success?

According to patrons and staff, the answer lies with the club's management.
*SPLUTTER*. Right. Right. Read my previous post.
If you dress up, you get a better chance of getting in. Models can show their comp cards for instant entry. This happens everywhere - it's a fact of life.
Oh it gets better! I love it! I love it!
But will the crowd, fickle when it comes to supporting nightspots, continue to queue up at Attica?

Mikey is confident: 'In the end, it's about the club. They come back because they like the club and, of course, the way they are treated.'

I'll give Attica a year tops, unless they change their management. But that's just me.
kellykelly, 12/02/2004 02:14:00 pm | link | 8 comments |

Mat Rock!

Taufik won! Taufik won! Mat Rock!

Now I gotta say, last night was the first time I watched Singapore Idol. Everything else about that show irritated me so much that I had to mute the entire show except for when the contestants sang. Sylvester was horrible. I wonder how on earth he got there. Taufik was so good that I just had to vote for him. $1, one vote from me, and one from Patrick. We just had to do it. Michelle's warning about Sly representing us for World Idol did it for me...*shudder*...

Oh I had to say that Dick Lee was sooo bad. When he came up to do his tribute to Singapore Idol, Patrick actually burst out laughing. Actually, we burst out laughing at many points in the show, namely: when the finalists appeared in all that ridiculous pomp and those ridiculous Harleys, and Michael Jackson sunglasses (which Patrick bemoaned cos he has always worn them, and "now, everyone's gonna be wearing them! Shit!"); when ever Sly tried to be Bon Jovi/Aerosmith; whenever the judges open their mouths. Gurmit was too annoying to garner any laughs.

In all, like I said, Taufik was the only reason why I continued watching and why I voted. I'm proud to be a part of NMFT! (Non-Malays For Taufik!).

Don't expect me to buy his album though...if it's gonna have intolerable songs like 'I Dream', spare me.

kellykelly, 12/02/2004 09:08:00 am | link | 1 comments |

Wednesday, December 01, 2004

Singapore Idol

The finals are on now. This is the first ever Singapore Idol episode I have ever watched. I wanted to watch the finals out of curiousity.

The judges suck. They're annoying. I'd have voted them out first. All of them.

I'd die if Sylvester won. He's horrible! I'm just thinking, wha...?? How did he get here? Are the judges being paid by Chinese Clan Associations to give those comments? Are they deaf? Are his fans too busy screaming to hear his flat voice???

Taufik, on the other hand, is impressive. By Singapore standards, if you don't make me cringe, you're exceeding expectations already. But Taufik is pretty damn good. He should tone down the eye make-up. Other than that, Go Taufik!

kellykelly, 12/01/2004 09:01:00 pm | link | 0 comments |

The Kumars at No 42

We kept seeing commercials for it on Star World and wondering what on earth is was about. I didn't think I'd like it, but it happened to be on at a precious time when Pat wasn't watching sports and we watched it.

The Kumars at No 42 (at least the episode we watched) was a riot. And I never liked Minnie Driver (annoying in her movies)...but even the next day Pat and I were still cracking up over her "Take me, Sanjeev, bloody take me" in a brilliant Bombay accent.

It's interesting that:
In August 2002, the format of The Kumars At No 42 was sold to US network NBC in a £6m deal. It will feature a Mexican family rather than Asians; a Los Angeles suburb, rather than Wembley. German TV has also shown an interest – its version would feature a Turkish family.

Who would a Singapore version feature? I can't think of a new immigrant ethnic group who are a minority but are growing fast and establishing families here.

I know! I have an entirely new idea! We'll take the growing numbers of foreign boyfriends* who have moved to Singapore because their girlfriends had to return to serve their bonds and get them to sit behind a table (with beers sponsored by Tiger of course. It's all about product placement, baby) as hosts, and banter with local politicians, local celebrities, local chefs/hawkers, and Singapore Aunties (by definition, any woman around middle-age or older who loves to stare, shove, press up behind you as if that makes the queue go faster, on that note, has a strange love for any queues, especially for free things, and usually has a sense of bright colored dressing that would put any candy raver to shame). The hosts can express their flabbergastedness, amusement, respect, and general inquisitivity about Singapore and all about Singapore, as seen from foreign eyes. Might as well do something with this society while awaiting their girlfriends to do their duty. (*applies to foreign girlfriends/local boyfriends too...although for some reason, I have not met any)
kellykelly, 12/01/2004 05:28:00 pm | link | 0 comments |

Share Ideas

I was surfing through McSweeny's (which had a funny li'll essay in the front), and it brought me to The Believer.

While some are silly, I like some of the ideas on this page. My favorite:

The field of alternative history has been created out of “what if” questions—(“What if the South had won the Civil War?” etc.) This practice should expand to other fields. Alternative Biology: “What if two intelligent species had developed at the same time?” Alternative Sociology: “What if the majority of people were born blind, and seeing was rare?” Sort of an academic sanctioning of science fiction.

kellykelly, 12/01/2004 02:55:00 pm | link | 0 comments |

"Jesus, Mary, Muhammad and Vishnu, how good to see you!"

* Do not read post, or any review or synopsis, if you are intending to read 'Life of Pi' (Yann Martel). As with most books, it's better read before knowing anything about it. You have been warned. *

fan·tas·tic ( P ) Pronunciation Key (fn-tstk) also fan·tas·ti·cal (-t-kl)
1. Quaint or strange in form, conception, or appearance.
a. Unrestrainedly fanciful; extravagant: fantastic hopes.
b. Bizarre, as in form or appearance; strange: fantastic attire; fantastic behavior.
c. Based on or existing only in fantasy; unreal: fantastic ideas about her own superiority.
3. Wonderful or superb; remarkable: a fantastic trip to Europe.

An eccentric person.

'Life of Pi' is fantastic in every sense of the word.
When I bought the book, its cartoon cover reminded me of Antoine de Saint-Exupéry's 'The Little Prince', a philosophical journey wrapped in a children's books. 'Life of Pi' kinda is...but not really. It's a bizarre, disturbing, entertaining, mix of 'The Little Prince', 'Ishmael', 'The Orchid Thief' with its themes of child's mind and human nature, religion and Mother Nature, biology and ecology...and then throw in the most graphically violent, macabre story/movie you have ever read. It's kinda like that.

Most of the reviews I read skimmed over how it ended, concentrating on the main shipwreaked story. I on the other hand, thought that Part 3 of the book was the most provocative, disturbing, and mind-twisting.

The book started of promising a "story that will make you believe in God" and that it has "a happy ending". Then it became something else. Then at the end of it, I tried to tie it back to the start. And my feeling about this book is a lot darker than most people read it to be. It's not about the beauty of life and the love of God...rather, it's about how harsh and bleak life can be such that people choose to create a story and build an illusion of God to make life more bearable.

I finished this book in 2 days. On the first day, I breezed through it highly entertained. On the second day, I was highly disturbed...but couldn't stop. The book certainly has its flaws, but still, it provoked something in me and just for that it gets props. I read through it till midnight and fell asleep feeling like someone had raped my mind.

kellykelly, 12/01/2004 09:37:00 am | link | 3 comments |