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Monday, January 31, 2005

Art Roark

After I got Pat hooked on 'The Fountainhead', Howard Roark has become our Chansidine Hero. Kudos to Pat for finding this awesome painting inspired by Howard Roark.
kellykelly, 1/31/2005 09:11:00 pm | link | 25 comments |

Auntie Killa

Random auntie in the elevator. Karen took this picture a couple of weekends ago when she bumped into us outside Zouk, and we popped back home for them to grab a shot or two.
It's now one of my favorite shots ever. Karen captured a great vibe.

Auntie and the Ang Moh
kellykelly, 1/31/2005 01:51:00 pm | link | 6 comments |

Black Strobe Essential Mix

If you missed this mix...errr...too bad?* Because this is probably one of my favorite Essential Mixes ever. I first mentioned it in this post, but with my new bad-ass Sennheiser PX100 headphones, it is quite a different experience that makes a day making and fixing financial models (which I actually think is fun...*blush*...) at the office that much more fun.

* So if you really really really want to hear how awesome this mix is, email me and I'm sure I can burn you a copy, along with other great Essential Mixes I have in my computer. I'm sure I'll be able to think of something for you to pay me back in kind.
kellykelly, 1/31/2005 01:17:00 pm | link | 3 comments |

Sunday, January 30, 2005

Not Here

Random reads today brought me to an article in the Straits Times about Singaporean men getting Vietnamese brides.
'I went to work in the factory because I wanted to marry a foreign man,' she told The Sunday Times in a phone interview.
Ms Phuong Thuy got what she wanted.
She married a 40-year-old Singaporean storeman last July and now lives in Jurong.
'Life in Singapore is much better than back in Vietnam,' she said.

...and to Sarongpartygirl
And someone actually made me think about this the other day, and I’ve come to the conclusion that one of the reasons why I like dating expats is the fact that they help me escape. I’m getting out of here soon, but in the meanwhile I have to make do. It’s nearly embarrassing I think, this constant striving to break away from the nauseating uneventful-ness that characterizes this place...I hate this place and I want to go away for a very long time.

The desire to 'escape' comes from imprisonment (physically or psychologically). I sympathize with the not-here, anywhere-but-here, somewhere-else syndrome because they have not or believe they have not had the chance/ability to be elsewhere. This afflicts not only women, mind you, even though my 2 references are from females. Poverty (or simply the lack of cash) and lack of opportunities (or a self-inflicted belief of that lack) does that. Had I not the opportunities that a stroke of fate dealt me, to born me into a developed nation middle-class loving family who highly encouraged travel, I would likely have had the same frustrations. I can't empathize because I have been a pretty damn lucky person who have had the chance to live elsewhere, and seen the pros and cons of each place, and see for myself and am certain to create for myself all the chances and opportunities to live in far many more places in the world. Hence, 'tis the lucky me that I have been happy with my heres and nows, everywhere and whenever I've been because I never thought of it as a stagnant forever.

While I definitely don't share the same sentiments as Sarongpartygirl (even though by definition, since my boyfriend's an ang-moh, I have been thrown into that generic term), I am darn impressed with this post about Singapore.
kellykelly, 1/30/2005 10:41:00 pm | link | 0 comments |

Weekend n Love

Whatta fun weekend. Kicked off with a great 'poh fan' (Claypot rice) dinner with my parents at Chinatown, hustling and bustling with the CNY crowd for CNY goodies shopping (I currently have obscene amounts of nuts and cuttlefish at home). Bidding my parents goodbye at almost midnight, we hung out at home with a couple of my collegues for a bit then headed over to Zouk and battled with the horrid Friday crowd. It was a hip-hop night, and the Zouk I knew turned into a horrid hoochie-boochie bar. But the night was salvaged with a coincidental meeting of the Singapore and Japanese production crew from his Asahi beer TVC (yes, Patrick's Lost In Translation moment in Asia has just turned even more so. He just completed a job in a Japanese beer TV commercial (role of bartender) that's gonna be shown only in Japan.) who were one of the zaniest groups (the Japanese) I've ever met. We went out for supper on Old Havelock Road. There were moments in the interaction between the Japanese, Ang Moh Pat, and the Singaporeans who mostly laughed at them (including me), that we seriously wished we got on video. It'd be useless to describe them here because you-had-to-be-there.

Saturday morning was spent along Arab Street looking for our bridesmaid dress material (one of my best friend's getting married. HURRAH! Of my 3 greatest friends in my life, one's one her way to being a film producer, one's already passed the Bar, the other's gonna be a teacher and getting married...*glow* I'm so proud of them...). It's my first time getting a dress tailor made. Now the only thing left to do is to find out where we wanna whisk the bride away to detox and deprave her the weekend before the wedding.

Ken came by early in the night. Sometimes I think he just comes by only to see the Fat Cat. He writes: "Graciela, a.k.a Fat Cat is still enormous; little does he know that he has probably overtaken the Merlion as a tourist attraction - and in size." The Zouk gang comes by later. I get tweaked out from obscene amounts of caffeine (I was seriously shaking being the friggin' lightweight I am), while the others consume their alcohol. Palash @ Zouk that night was rocking...only after 330am though. I almost left at 3am with my nose running and sinus clogged simultaneously. I was a disgusting mess. But for some odd reason I stayed, and Palash made it worth my while. He started off his set real slow, which bored me. But after 330am, he dropped heavier shite and went harder and deeper and rocked my boat. Pat and I found ourselves raving in the DJ booth again. When Palash dropped Iio's "Rapture", probably one of my favorite songs, I lost it. Ahhh...nothing like your favorite track being played when the set's already rocking you! =D

Which led up to me sleeping till 5pm today, thankful for the sleep I lost sniffling and sniveling all week. Now The Simpson's are on, and The Kumars at No. 42 coming up next to entertain me this evening, while Pat is at his next job: dressing up as Crocodile Dundee 'usher/mingler' in an Aussie-themed IBM corporate function.

All jokes and jesting aside, I will now risk sounding like a oh-my-boyfriend's-so-cute twat and blushingly declare that I think I have the one of the coolest greatest boyfriends ever, who moved away from a place he loved (SF) to a place with a climate he detests, put his passion (teaching kids in the hood) on pause, adapted himself to an entirely different socio-political culture, cooks for me and my parents, hangs out with my father and his friends weekly for their boys-night-out, re-establishes his own scene here, and always staying open and positive to doing new things. I love and respect you, Patty.
kellykelly, 1/30/2005 06:44:00 pm | link | 0 comments |


Great cover from The Economist this week.

LOOK at it in one way and the general election due in Iraq next Sunday, January 30th, is an inspiring event. After decades of dictatorship Iraqis are being given an opportunity most Arabs can only dream about: the chance to choose their leaders in a free election. Moreover, this choice is being made possible only by the will and power of the United States, under the leadership of a president who declared on his re-inauguration last week that the survival of liberty in America “increasingly depends on the success of liberty in other lands”.

Look at it another way, however, and the election is in danger of seeming a parody of democracy. Almost two years after George Bush toppled Saddam Hussein, fear and murder stalk Iraq. How free is an election in which the citizen who dares to vote stands a fair chance of being shot, blown up or beheaded for his pains? America's efforts to stabilise Iraq have so far been so ineffectual that even the location of the polling stations is having to be kept secret until the last minute. And the longer the violence continues, the hollower Mr Bush's liberty talk will sound. Two years ago, it was reasonable to hope that by helping a democracy to emerge in a post-Saddam Iraq, the United States could set an example for the rest of the Arab world to copy. At this point, many Arabs looking in horror at the chaos of Iraq are liable to draw the opposite conclusion: that it is safer to stick with the authoritarians they know.

So which is it? An inspiring experiment in liberty, or a sham that risks giving the whole idea of democracy—especially when it is imported by regime-changing Americans bearing arms—a bad name?

The Economist has a frustrating propensity at (many) times to sound almost naively optimistic about the benefits of their ideology--a liberal capitalist democracy for all. While I adhere to that ultimate goal (re: sidebar on kellykelly's current life philosophy), The Economist certainly makes it look incredible (definition: beyond belief).
kellykelly, 1/30/2005 06:32:00 pm | link | 0 comments |

Thursday, January 27, 2005

That's My Berkeley!

This is very cool. Telegraph Street right off campus. Oh mannnn...this makes me miss Berkeley!
kellykelly, 1/27/2005 10:01:00 pm | link | 0 comments |

Tenor Tenure?

Ok, so help me out here.

I've not noticed this till lawyer friend Eunice (who passed the Bar exam 2 days ago, WHOOHOO!! Congratulations!!!) mentioned something "funny" at work yesterday. People were using "tenor" in place of "tenure" as she reviewed some corporate law stuff. So funny, right? hahaha! I paused. Umm..not "tenor" meh? Because "tenor" is used most of the time in credit reports/applications at my bank (i.e. "the tenor of the loan is 5 years"). But I don't trust the English we use one bit.

So I set out trying to find definitions of both. Clearly, the correct one is "tenure" to describe term of a loan. None of them, even the American dictionaries, say "tenor" is interchangeable with "tenure". I asked some collegues. Apparently in the industy, it's used interchangeably, even in official documents like the information memorandum (I don't know about legal contracts) especially from America.

I google searched "loan tenor tenure" and a whole list of mainly Asian/Middle Eastern banks seem to use it interchangeably (even in the same sentence! which is silly to me). Arabfinance.com defines them differently:

Tenor--The term or life of a contract. Similar to maturity.
Tenure--The classification of all occupied units as either owner-occupied or renter-occupied.

which I don't believe is completely right either.

And investopedia only has "tenor" no "tenure" in its dictionary!

I know there are lawyers out there reading this post. Is tenor/tenure kinda like favor/favour? Or is this another major English boo-boo we are making? Help!
kellykelly, 1/27/2005 04:22:00 pm | link | 2 comments |

Wednesday, January 26, 2005


I have sworn off TV for ages.

But with American Idol, and now I found out that this is on too...I have new reasons to watch TV again! ...or not.
kellykelly, 1/26/2005 02:42:00 pm | link | 0 comments |

Aceh, First Hand

May I recommend a good read: my buddy Alex's first hand experience volunteering in Aceh. Nice write-ups, photos. This is the same guy that went out and did something during the SARS incident as well. Much respect to you, Gorny.

kellykelly, 1/26/2005 01:25:00 pm | link | 0 comments |

Phangan-Samui Tragedy

Shit. Fucking hell.

7 dead and 20 missing as Thai boat sinks
kellykelly, 1/26/2005 01:30:00 am | link | 0 comments |

Tuesday, January 25, 2005


Geeky laugh of the day at the office of a bank.

Credit report from Thailand subsidiary:
...business was restructured successfully and in August 2003, the company launched a successful initial pubic offering.

kellykelly, 1/25/2005 03:42:00 pm | link | 0 comments |

Chansidines in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia

The Bus Ride There

We spent just 2 nights in KL, one full day effectively. The bus ride up took us an easy 8am-2pm. A couple of interesting occurances:
(1) Bus conductor warning us that while the ETA is 5-6hours from departure, traffic might delay us. And on the way back, travelers might find some delay in their departure times due to traffic and other passengers, etc, because you know "Malaysia not like Singapore...perfect." The Chansidines had a good laugh over that one. Singapore's perfect! Really?
(2) Seated at the back of the bus were about 8 exchange students (all Asian-American except one) from the Universities of California (2 from Berkeley). The first thing Patrick noticed was after only 6mths away from USA, he was taken aback hearing these Asian looking people speaking complete American...as loudly as Americans do too. I remember my first day in California looking at all these people that could come from Singapore speaking in American slang and feeling put off by it because it's such a stigma in Singapore for Asian people to speak in an angmoh accent. Until I realize how close-minded I was and that they were Americans, not Singaporeans nor from an Asian country. Second thing: boy, they could talk and talk loudly they did. It was definitely deja-vu having hung out with Americans/Valley girls/guys in Cal. I got used to all that loud yabbering that seemed to infect only Americans. But having been back in Singapore for a bit, their incessent chatter was grating. Even Patrick had to roll his eyes more than once.

They were nice, of course, as all Americans are. Loved it when the guy went into a lengthy discussion with Pat about his impressions of Singapore (nice country, kinda strange, like Big Brother like, like, you know, George Orwell's dystopia, and stuff) while I was (pretending to be/trying to be) asleep on his lap, and he notices that Singaporeans are rather quiet and reticent, and how sometimes he catches himself and his friends on the MRT being the only ones talking loudly on the train, but he can't help it. I was definitely part of thatthat group in my school trip to China summer 2002! And when you are in it, you tend to be more forgiving. They really are nice people, sweethearts, open and eager to learn about new cultures,...really...until the girls went into a discussion about the movie The Beach, and how the movie is not living up to the book, that's all about like, us travelers, wanting to find something more than the tourist spots, and how it's like Lord of the Rings. *slaps hand on head*. [note to the clueless, Lord of the Rings is the book series with hobbits . Lord of the Flies is the novel about children stranded on an island and creating a disturbing dystopia, that The Beach has oft been compared with].

Kuala Lumpur Buildings

Now that I have brainwashed Pat who has become a huge fan of Ayn Rand's Fountainhead, we are both architecture junkies. Not that we know the lah-di-dahs of architecture and the technicalities, but we just love looking at buildings. The Twin Towers in KL are a magnificent feat and we spent a lot of time just walking around it day and night.

I love the KL Tower too. Too bad we didn't have the time to go up either one. This was taken with some old semi-demolished but beautiful buildings in the foreground and the new ones in the background.

Some curry coffeshop with good prata.

Stanchart Building. KL definitely had some nice buildings.

KL at Night

The Twin Towers aka Petronas Towers at night. *sigh* stunning. stunning. I hated that I didn't bring my camera to Zouk KL on Sat night...which was ok...bad music, great venue (big dance floor, good sound). Although the Malaysians loved the hard souless trance that I detest. The first DJ that got on I liked a lot but the dance floor was completely empty. Then the trance DJ comes on and everyone filled the floor, leaving me gaping in disbelief at how they could ignore the good DJ and dance to the horrid one. Different strokes for different folks. Also, include the fact that the crowd at Zouk KL was a far more tweaked out than the crowd in Zouk Singapore, if you know what I mean. Zouk KL had the greatest glowing sign outside their igloo looking building though, with the Petronas Towers glowing in the background.

The towers stand facing each other enveloping the city center. The full moon was up. Ah...the last full moon we were raving on the beach in Koh Phangan. This month, we are lapping up KL. Whoo yeah!

Stumbled into a Reggae Bar in Chinatown, off Petaling Street where I wrote my previous post.

Petaling Street Chinatown...where we were horribly overcharged for friggin' street food. I have a suspicion that it was the angmoh...but I'm not pointing fingers at anyone...*whistles*

Silly Details

This stupid ad (together with models in the stupidest poses plastered all over town) with horrible English almost akin to "revert".What the hell is "noise cancellation functionality" and "voice clarity functionality"?? Couldn't we just say "noise reducing function" which would already imply having a clearer voice??

The famous patented Ramly Burgers I heard so much about in Singapore, and that's sold all over Malaysia. *shrug*. They tasted just like the Farmland frozen burger patties I toasted for myself at home when I was a kid.

The world's most uncomfortable bus seats. What were the designers thinking? You get horrid designs like this in Singapore too. We have a lot of flat asses in Asia, but my hot booty wants some ass space on my bus stop seats! The only reason I could think of such inane design is that they don't want bums to sleep on them.

Hutan Lipur Kanching

So on Saturday, we decided to head out of the city and go to "Templer Park, 21km north of KL", as suggested by a tourist brochure. After an arduous search for Bus 66 at the clamorous Pudu Raya bus terminal (there were no signs telling you where to wait for the bus at the massive bus terminal/junction...you just had to work on faith and stand on the empty spot that someone else pointed out to you and wait for half an hour before someone else tells you to cross the street and wait at the last bus and voila! Bus 66!! whoohoo!), and a rickety ride on the coolest dingiest bus I had ever sat on (it took eons to splutter up a baby slope), blasting Hindi music. Half an hour later, the bus stops and the bus conductor yells out to us that it's our stop, my head jerks up suddenly having fallen asleep on Patrick's lap, we must have look like we were guilty of a nasty deed, so we guiltily hobble off the bus, making sure we repeated "Templer Park?" Yes, yes, they say, kicking us off the bus and chugging off. So we stand in the middle of a busy highway with forests on each side, and we see no signs to any "Templer Park". I wondered if we got ripped off. Then we walk in front seeing a sign in the background. It was some kinda park, not Templer Park. Family there tells us Templer Park was on the other side. So we cross the busy highway and walk backwards. Finally we see a "Selamat Datang Welcome Hutan Lipur Kanching"sign. Park was really busy. Throughout our entire day at the lovely park, we saw no signs calling it Templer Park, only on the bus ride home we saw a sign pointing to a really quiet boring park with white people sitting around. I'm glad we made a mistake off the tourist brochure cos we had a great day.

Upon entering the park which was filled with people, we saw a group of "really intimidating looking Lamb Sacrificers". At least that was what it looked like. All the ladies wore hajibs, one fully veiled in black. The men had long bushy beards, but were modernly dressed. And they were carving up and entire lamb, tying it to a stake and preparing a fire. I was absolutely fascinated. I have not been socio-politically aware since the last time I visited Malaysia. I became conscious of the many Muslim tourists I saw in Malaysia that I'd hardly see in Singapore. Singapore gets the usual Brits/Americans/Australians/miscellaneous Euros. In Malaysia, I saw many blue-eyed, fair skinned travelers in traditional Muslim outfits. In Singapore, all you had to do to play the game of Where Are They From? is to hear them speak. The Brits are so Brits with their "twats, pints, etc". The Americans are of course Americans with their loudness, the Aussies with their "mates". Of course those are stereotypes. But stereotypes are stereotypes for a reason. These Muslim travelers looked so exotic to me because I had hardly seen them in America and Singapore. I kept wondering where the Lamb Sacrificers were from and what they were doing.

We eventually got to talking with the group of Lamb Sacrificers. And once we spoke to them, all misunderstandings and intimidation melted away. They were Bosnian Muslim students on exchange in Malaysia. The 'Lamb Sacrificers' were only students celebrating Hari Raya in a traditional family BBQ. They had this kind of 'BBQ' all the time in Bosnia. They told us how they seasoned the lamb only in salt, stuff french loafs into the meat and roast it for 5 hours. I wondered how I could imagine them as so alien from me. Of course we came from utterly different cultures, point being, only when both sides bothered to speak to each other like each other, unnecessary tensions melted away. *insert United Nations, Heal The World speech here* Although I wonder how the debate would have gone between them and the few Serbians and Macedonians (just as beautiful peoples...geez...) I spent a couple of days hanging out with while traveling solo in Toronto...

This girl was sitting next to us staring at the group of Lamb Sacrificers, with a so apt T-shirt 'Mixed Cultures'.

Bunch of African Muslims playing soccer. We saw quite a number of them around in Malaysia as well.

This was a few hours later after our hike. The lamb's about halfway done. I wouldn't say it's appetizing because I'm actually trying to be vegetarian (failing though), but there were definitely droolers out there. They had another BBQ pit with more 'normal' size slabs on meat on it. Funny thing was that I saw that guy in the background ordering Ramly burgers 10 minutes later and I'm wondering, don't you have an entire carcess waiting for you already??

There was a river stream next to the open field that kids were playing around in.

Look! Look!..the Malay kids splashing around naked without a care in the world....

Look! Look!...Singapore kids fully dresed wearing galoshes being protected by their maid.

Some pix I took on our hike up the Falls.

There were 4-5 'levels', choked full of people at first, then thinning at the top.

Emptier at the top...Pat wants in too

Tumbling tree

Little boys soaping themselves though they are probably not supposed to at the nature reserves, acting like they're monkeys as they are probably not supposed to, and smoking like chimneys as they are probably not supposed to. That's the difference between them and Singapore kids (me being the perfect example) where we (I) never did what we (I) weren't supposed to. That's why I'm a Singabore Nerd.

They love their guitars and music, bringing their instrument all the way up to play and sing.

We left the park and went to a makeshift hut in the middle of the highway, and hoped to the heavens it was a bus-stop. A bus appears, we wave and hurrah! A stroke of fate! It's going to KL! Pat, with a towel wrapped round his waist cos his shorts were wet, and I hop on. This picture was taken on a bumpy bus speeding on the highway, mind you. I couldn't believe the perfect clear shot I took:

The bus dropped us off somewhere in the middle of town near Merdeka square. We walk aimlessly around the streets and there was a crowd of people standing around. And in the middle, two humongous dudes just standing there, with people occassionally going up to shyly take pictures. They just stood there, and the crowd just stood there staring and no one was saying anything. I didn't know if it was some kind of freak show or a respect thing. They were the true Twin Towers of KL.

Pat having a lost in translation moment at Pudu Raya bus station as we waited for our busride home on Sunday.

We bought tickets for a 1145am bus to Johor Bahru because tickets to Singapore were sold out. We were told Platform 14, bus number 5672. We go down to Platform 14 at 1140am. Some random dude tells me, oh your bus has changed to 8626, not 5672, and it's delayed to noon, and you don't wait here, you go to the Shell Station across the street. Working on faith, as you have to here, we followed him to the Shell Station at noon. We wait. We wait. Buses keep coming and going, not ours. At 1245, a bus 5672 shows up. Hey! That was my original bus! But no, this one goes to Penang. At 115pm, someone says, oh the bus is outside waiting, half a block away. So you work on faith again and voila! 8626 is there! Scribbled on my bus ticket are allocated seats 2D and 2E. The bus looks strangely full. "Free seating lah! Free seating!" the lady conductor yells. Thankfully we get seats way back next to each other. But they wait another 20min to fill the seats completely before spluttering off.

That was what made our weekend fun. I can have boring seamless efficiency in Singapore anytime, and yes, I do appreciate having bus-stops with signs a lot. But just sometimes, you just want to not follow rules, not follow schedules, wonder and wander in a mess, and sit on a bus in your wet beach towel working on faith that the bus will actually take you to where you wanted. And if not, make a trip out of it.

kellykelly, 1/25/2005 01:22:00 am | link | 6 comments |

Friday, January 21, 2005


Dang, I had a great li'll post all about how great it was that google used their IPO gazillions well and provided us great free services like blogger and picasa. And then blogger screwed it up by producing an error message after I hit 'publish'. So I take that back. Just a little. Cos I still like you, blogger and gmail and google. And I think picasa rocks. Thanks to a heads-up from my brother who made me realize what a great photographer I was. ;p

In KL now. RM3 per hour for the internet. The twin towers are spectacular. Everything moves 35% slower here than in Singapore. It's got the flavor of Bangkok but not the stifling rush. Sitting in a Reggae Bar filled with Bob Marley paraphernalia chatting with local servers telling us about the club scene here. Am liking this place already.
kellykelly, 1/21/2005 11:29:00 pm | link | 1 comments |

Parkview Square

Have you ever been to Parkview Square (North Bridge Road, opposite Raffles Medical Center), at night? If you never have, please go. It's absolutely breath-taking.

I'm beginning to realize this more and more: Singapore has some bad-ass architecture around.
kellykelly, 1/21/2005 01:46:00 am | link | 0 comments |

Ljungberg! Ljungberg!

I can't even pronounce your name, but I'd be screaming it out if I could. I don't know you and have never heard of you ever because I don't watch sports, and apparently you are very famous, yes yes, all I know is that I saw your picture for the first time today and my estrogen just did a li'll rave dance.

...and I don't even like tighty-white-ys on dudes, ever! But damn, can you say M-A-N??

*pant pant pant*
kellykelly, 1/21/2005 01:36:00 am | link | 1 comments |

Thursday, January 20, 2005

Revert! No more Revert! CPR! CPR!

A vent.

re·vert (r-vûrt)
intr.v. re·vert·ed, re·vert·ing, re·verts
1.To return to a former condition, practice, subject, or belief.
2. Law. To return to the former owner or to the former owner's heirs. Used of money or property.
3. Genetics. To undergo reversion.

re·ply (r-pl)
v. re·plied, re·ply·ing, re·plies
v. intr.
1. To give an answer in speech or writing.
2. To respond by an action or gesture.
3. To echo.
4. To return gunfire or an attack: The big guns replied.
5. Law. To respond to a defendant's plea.
v. tr.
To say or give as an answer: I replied that I was unable to help them. See Synonyms at answer.
How are "revert" and "reply" synonyms??

But apparently a lot of people think they are!

I'm here on a Singaporean campaign to stop the CPR - Corporate Plague of 'Revert'! CPR has infected all of Singapore corporate emails, I think. I keep getting office emails with people telling me to "please revert", or "I will revert to you shortly", or "he has not reverted". I'm reading those as "please return to your original condition", or "I will return to my/your former condition shortly", or "he has not returned to his former condition". Please lah! It makes no sense! If I'm seeking for a reply, I will expect an answer.

I received an email from a lawyer friend today whom I know to be highly intelligent and great at written/spoken English (sorry lah, just using you as an example! you are still highly intelligent in my books! heh!) but even she has been infected with CPR! In our business writing class, a fat, loud and annoying but very effective British teacher told us about this plague that infects most organizations he has taught (actually he did say that it infects mostly government bodies, so I'll have to find a better 'C' for CPR) and mocked it like crazy and I completely agree with him. And it's even more annoying that I have to agree with an annoying pig. It's nonsensical and irritating and quite exceptionally Singaporean because we are apparently so insecure with our English that we feel a need not use the simplest of words and show off unusual words when simple and commonly used words are, by definition (simple and common), all that's needed to convey ourselves clearly.
kellykelly, 1/20/2005 11:22:00 am | link | 2 comments |

Tuesday, January 18, 2005

I Am Porn

Oh my god! Kellog's a link on http://www.sexboxxx.com/interracials.php as a "Random interracials link"!

I think you can guess from how they quoted me what their search engine is toggled to find:

..:: Kellog ::.. kellykellysingapussy. Thursday, January 06, 2005. The government should really stop interfering. Like, now. So ok, you wanna have mandatory HIV testing for pregnant women? Fine. ... like this: [makes three guttural sounds] Back to you, Aaron. Interracials are the key to an anti-racist culture ...

Wheee! I am Porn! Now, you people that buy internet clicks of advertising...Show Me The Money! *Kelly makes three guttural sounds*

Oh, and before you ask, no, no, I wasn't surfing porn (not on that site anyway). My sitemeter tells me where you got to this blog from and someone came (pardon the pun) here from sexboxxx.com.

*warning...don't open link at work or when parents are around you...unless you have a different work environment as I do or you are very comfortable with your parents. Also, I don't know if you clicked on that link after today, Kellog will still be given the honor of an interracial porn link...but it really did happen!
kellykelly, 1/18/2005 08:54:00 pm | link | 1 comments |

One Hundred Years of Solitude

I'm only into page 30 and already I know this one's gonna be a great one. I know when I am in a good book when I risk embarrassing myself in the hub of Raffles Place walking while reading...not to be attempted, especially while walking in heels. I just can't stand waiting for the bus or sitting in public transportation gazing at nothing or into the blank looks of others. I need to read something all the time. The walk-and-read trick though is an acquired skill. Have to admit that I stole that idea from Natalie who showed me how the walk from Castro station up the hill to our ol' place in SF is so much better when you are too engrossed in your book to notice the climb (note: this is only pertaining to the last couple of blocks along castro to 20th. Between 17th to 19th street, you are really in the gay central of the world. There's really too much to see, e.g. bare asses, 6-feet-6 trannies in big wigs and heels walking lovingly hand in hand with their 5 foot tall 90 year old sugar daddies, sex toy shops...you get the point). But this is coming from a girl that is known to trip over herself all the time...in any case, if I can get away with reading while walking and not have to look at everyone's dreary faces while going to work, I would and I do. I'll let you know when it* happens.

I digress. Back to the book. Weekeong raved about it, Michelle lent it to me upon recommendation, and now I'm hooked. There are some books with fits and starts of quotable quotes. There are others that you just want to quote the entire freaking book. Gabriel Garcia Marquez's prose belongs to the 2nd category...even though I have read only till page 30. Am sure I'll write more about it when I'm done.

* when I eventually fall flat on my face in front of corporate types while burying my face in my book. I know that's what everyone's gotta think when they see someone walk by them while reading at the same time. I'm toying with fate. I will be making someone's day when they have that thought, and I actually fall right in front of them. *knocks on wood*
kellykelly, 1/18/2005 08:18:00 pm | link | 0 comments |

Sunday, January 16, 2005


I like this gif. Takes me back to my childhood.

kellykelly, 1/16/2005 02:58:00 pm | link | 4 comments |

Conversation Piece

Oh, and I think that Graciela aka Fat Cat makes a better conversational piece than any artwork could ever hope to be. Two new people came over last night for pre-clubbing drinks at separate times. The first that came in bypassed introductions and walked straight to the back where Fat Cat lay and said "I'm so sorry for being rude, but I just have to touch that cat. He's so fat!". The second that came an hour later, a Swedish guy that hardly spoke English, stepped in and immediately whipped out his camera saying "That cat...so fat! Take picture!"

Ohh boy...
kellykelly, 1/16/2005 01:12:00 pm | link | 0 comments |

Pete tha Zouk @ Zouk

Geez...this guy played the sexiest set I've heard in recent memory. Not that he's the sexist DJ (actually he's one of the cutest, but cute not equal sexy). But he definitely rocked my boat with his set last night. We went in without much expectations. Never heard of Pete Tha Zouk before. But we went just to check it out anyway. When we got in at 130am, the house was already rocking, and I was bounced around by his set till the lights came on at 5am, with me still begging for more.

What makes a good DJ is (a) good mixing; (b) good selection of music; (c) good selection of music for the crowd for that moment, i.e. an amazing ability to feel what your audience wants and deliver which bleeds into (d) great interaction with your crowd. Pete met and exceeded all of the above expectations. His laser light was an upgrade of Danny Tenaglia's trick with his torchlights by playing with the crowd with them. He constantly looked at us and smiled and danced around in the DJ booth and sang to whatever he was playing too. He had fun and we had fun. Bad DJs think they are all that and stay sullen behind the booth (read: SASHA...*phht*).

I also noted a huge difference between the Friday and Saturday Zouk crowd. We popped by on Friday night as well with nothing better to do. And the crowd/music was so baaaad (granted, I was told that the music from DJb was awesome after 230am...as my friend said, Zouk is best experienced late. We left by 130am). I've not seen so many bad dancers, bespectacled with polo shirts tucked into their pants, waving their hands a la mambo night to house music. It was a mambo leftover! The crowd appeared clueless about the DJs, getting there due to free flyers for their We Love House anniversay and free housepours, therefore getting way too drunk or just there to pick up/get picked up and just plain annoying. I wondered where was the good vibe that we had experienced at Zouk? It wasn't as bad as CrApttica, but close. Then I realized that we went there on Saturdays mostly. And I guess Zouk ushers in a different clientale on each nights. *shrug*

Anyway, Pete tha Zouk, thanks for the great night. We have your CD that Patrick got from you somehow and we'll put it to good use. =)
kellykelly, 1/16/2005 01:11:00 pm | link | 0 comments |

Thursday, January 13, 2005

That's It?

This whole thing boggles my mind.
"Well, like you, I felt like we'd find WMDs," Bush said, according to excerpts released from an ABC television interview. "Or like many, many here in the United States, many around the world, the UN thought he had weapons of mass destruction, and so, therefore, one, we need to find out what went wrong in the intelligence gathering.
He speaks so eloquently, doesn't he?
kellykelly, 1/13/2005 05:00:00 pm | link | 1 comments |

Wednesday, January 12, 2005

Why You Should Never Post Your Picture On The Web

Have you seen this?

Someone sent me this a few months ago and I cracked up then. Someone sent this at the office today and I cracked up still.

I remember putting the animated gif on our active desktop...
kellykelly, 1/12/2005 04:04:00 pm | link | 0 comments |

Caution: Flammable

Patrick came home from his Philips Electronics photoshoot last night with an absolutely marvelous Elvis/Curry-pok* hairstyle. The photo doesn't do it justice. I loved it sooo much...if only for the fire hazard he's become from all the product they put in his hair. He hated it. It took 4 shampoos to get 'em out. Only 2 more days, honey...

*so I google image searched "curry pok" (pronounced: kalipok; Singlish for Curry Puff) and found this site...check out this dude!

Friggin' hilarious!
kellykelly, 1/12/2005 11:49:00 am | link | 1 comments |

Why I Hate Business Books

Optimised from end to end

An imbalance always exists between the few good books and the piles of unreadable ones, made worse this year by an exceptionally poor crop of corporate histories and “inside stories”...

“Driven” (John Wiley), ostensibly about BMW, is stuffed with details about the carburettors and power-to-weight ratios of almost every model that the Bavarian manufacturer has ever produced. “There will never be a boring BMW,” says the author, something not always true of books about BMW.

Every year produces a rich crop of management gobbledegook. “Journey to Lean” (Palgrave Macmillan), winner of an award from Britain's Management Consultancies Association no less, came up with examples like this: “Each value stream within the operating system must be optimised individually from end to end.”

This reviewer's recent favourite, however, comes from “Ready for Anything” (Viking and Piatkus Books), a book subtitled “52 Productivity Principles for Work and Life” and glowingly endorsed by Arianna Huffington. “I think”, says the author, David Allen, “there are basically two levels to handle for [sic] any unforeseen opportunity: 1. The spiritual. If God is all, and you're part of that, just relax. 2. All the rest. For this you must get your act together, so you can shift gears as required.” Sound advice, no doubt, for anyone obsessing about those BMW power-to-weight ratios.
kellykelly, 1/12/2005 11:25:00 am | link | 0 comments |

McSweeney's Economist-ed!

OMG! McSweeney's gets a heads-up from The Economist!
My, my.
kellykelly, 1/12/2005 11:19:00 am | link | 0 comments |

Capitalist, Sexist Pigs

I love this article.

kellykelly, 1/12/2005 11:09:00 am | link | 4 comments |


Quotable quote from The Economist:
Turkeys do not vote for Thanksgiving, so the lawmakers are reluctant to change the system.

kellykelly, 1/12/2005 11:07:00 am | link | 0 comments |

Tuesday, January 11, 2005


For those of you who always forget my blog URL, or have to googlefind me by "kelly kellog", here's an easier way to remember:


It'd take you back to here.
kellykelly, 1/11/2005 01:51:00 pm | link | 0 comments |

kellykelly's (current) Life Philosophy

You'd notice that I added a new section on my sidebar, kellykelly's (current) Life Philosophy.

These links would take you to my current philosophical beliefs and ways in which I (try to) live my life because I believe these ways make me a happier, better person.

Philosophical beliefs

These "beliefs" aren't as fixed as the word connotes. I'm not really good at making up my mind, too often prefering to sit on the fence rather than make a stand or decision. So my "beliefs" are defined as what I'm more convinced by for the moment (hence "current"). Right now, it's Liberalism(of the 19th century Euro laissez-faire, small government kind, not the American leftish version) and Ayn Rand's Objectivism.

This will likely ebb and rise and ebb and rise as I read stuff that could convince me otherwise or reinforce this belief.

Ways of Living

Rather than ebbing and rising, these beliefs that I accumulate along the way will likely mount upon each other.

Given my a-religious upbringing, and my acquired sense of some spirituality in my world, Steinback's philosophy of the unity of all life appeals to me deeply.

The origins of some of these beliefs, I'm almost embarrassed to admit. Take "The Power of Now" for example. Even its title is cringe-worthy. It's so...so in the self-help section. And it is pretty poorly written. You're so much better off just reading the first couple of chapters because that's all there is to know. The rest of it is just repetition. But its philosophy is powerful as hell and its a philosophy has been what I (try to) live by.

The Landmark Forum is another rollyoureyes suburban America self-help hell that I would have been embarrassed to promote...if only it hadn't impacted my life as much as it already has. It's hard to explain what it is about. Many has called it a cult, brainwashing, etc. Given how much I rolled my eyes during the 3 day seminar, and how I scoffed at many of the people coming out of it glowing and raving and ohmygod-ing about how it changed their lives, I understand the cynicism. I still am not a full supporter of Landmark because I still hate their pushy marketing ploys. Yet, their seven ways for living as well as the brain-twisting philosophy "Life is Empty and Meaningless, and it's Empty and Meaningless that it's Empty and Meaningless" (we put meaning into everything) has so positively and powerfuly impacted my life that I will now declare that it has founded the way I live, or desire to live, my life.

I know, I know, it all sounds trippy/new-age-y/cult-y/trite-y. But don't knock it till you've tried it. If it has made me a better, happier individual (and I believe it has), bring it on. I'm far from being able to achieve these ways of living all of the time, but these are the benchmarks I aspire to reach.

So there you have it, the essence of the current kellykelly as you have known it. The list is neither fixed nor exhaustive.
kellykelly, 1/11/2005 01:39:00 pm | link | 4 comments |

Sunday, January 09, 2005

Music of the Night

I know The Phantom of the Opera got sucky reviews, but I really really enjoyed it. And I know, I know, Andrw Lloyd Webber's cheesy as hell, but it's my li'll guilty pleasure to watch the drama-mama operatic scenes, where Christine pants soft-pornly in the Phantom's arms. *sigh* *weak knees*. This Phantom was hot as hell. As he grabbed Christine for the first time and led her away into his dungeon, me and my mummy both sighed. Mummy leaned over and said "he's too good looking! The real Phantom should be uglier. But aiyoh! So handsome! So handsome!" I went "So hot! I also will follow!", leading Patrick to say "I should get one of those masks." Yeehah!!

I'd like to have watched Antonio Banderas, having watched ALW's 50th birthday celebration many many years ago and thought he was great. But Gerard Butler was hot enough. All in all, not the greatest movie, but very entertaining. You'd hate it if you didn't like the Phantom songs. But I loved them ever since I watched Phantom live in Singapore...7 years ago (ballpark)?? And the great thing about it is that I didn't really 'get' the story back then, and forgot the story-line. Watching again older n wiser just adds that much more spice to the narrative. I did shed a couple of tears (just a couple) for the Phantom at the end...*sniff*...I'm a sucker for passion.

On another music of the night, Danny Howells at Zouk last night was fun. Met a bunch of now ol' familiars, made a coupla new friends. We danced till Danny Howells closed at 630am, with numerous encores. Highlight of the night had to be Aldrin/Lincoln inviting us to hang out with Howells behind the DJ booth. They have bad-ass equipment up there. Nice folks, the Zouk management. They have always shown themselves to be real efficient, professional and down-to-earth. It is of course real convenient that Zouk is just downstairs, but they have certainly made it easy for us to go back with their positive vibe and good DJs. Cheers, Zouk!
kellykelly, 1/09/2005 09:50:00 pm | link | 4 comments |

Thursday, January 06, 2005

Makes Sense?

The government should really stop interfering. Like, now.

So ok, you wanna have mandatory HIV testing for pregnant women? Fine. Still seems somewhat disturbing though, because while yes, you are saving a child from being born with HIV, the unspoken flip-side is that you are in fact promoting the abortion of a HIV-positive child (c'mon, be honest now, government. You love to select your Singaporean gene pool right? You like graduates to marry graduates to produce smart offsprings. Of course you don't want to take care of a HIV baby!). And before you go "but of course", it is a controversial issue. I'm reminded of this post by Teddy.

But to make it mandatory for couples to get tested before marriage is just silly. And intrusive. Sure it does seem to 'make sense' (actually not even that, really): our Health Minister Khaw Boon Wan said
"...if you ask me as a parent, I think there is no harm. I have three girls and you do not know what their boyfriends will be like...When I know a mother is HIV positive, I can do active intervention...But if I know the boyfriend is HIV positive, what do I do?"
So effectively, he wants the nation to create a law to make it mandatory for his daughter's boyfrends to be tested, in the name of all Singaporean parents, because he's saying that to identify with the masses.

Firstly, contrary to what our Ministers think, or like to believe, their children and the nation in general actually do shag in the sack before marriage. Secondly, HIV-testing for couples that decide to be monogamous is a private matter. Yes, I agree it should be done, and anybody who doesn't and choose to be unprotected is taking on his/her own risk. Main point, it's an individual's choice. In this case, all the state can do is educate, not mandate. Hey that rhymes. Maybe I should come up with a slogan, and set up my own campaign a la Singaporean style, i.e. draw cartoons, compose a jingle, as if my target audience are primary school kids, and splatter it all over every single media we have available.

"Singapore State:
Don't Mandate!"
kellykelly, 1/06/2005 03:35:00 pm | link | 5 comments |

Ebony and Ivory

These two can only produce the world's sexiest children...that didn't sound right...I meant children that will grow to be the world's sexiest humans.

Just in terms of superficial appearances: I've always thought black-n-white couples make the most beautiful pair. They just look HOT together. I didn't see a lot of that in SF (too many white-n-yellow couples, yellites we called 'em), but saw tons in LA and Miami and NYC. It's probably by the fact that their offsprings will be blessed with great looks. The hottest people I know in real life are of that blessed black-n-white mixed race. Hence, attractive offsprings that everyone wants to shag might just evidence Darwin's theory about the need to diversify gene pools for the survival of a species....

I am reminded of one of the greatest South Park episodes ever, Goobacks (synopsis here, script here), where a time portal brought people from year 3045 into current year South Park and they start competing for jobs a la current immigrants in America. It was discovered that:

Yes, there are incredible things we're learning about Americans in the future, Aaron. Eh it appears that in the future, Americans have evolved into a hairless uniform mix of all races. They are all one color, which is a yellowy light-brownish whitish color. Uh it seems race is no longer an issue in the future, because all ethnicities have mixed into one. Perhaps most interesting is how this has affected their language. The people in the future speak a complete mix of English, Chinese, Turkish and, indeed, all world languages, which sounds something like this: [makes three guttural sounds] Back to you, Aaron.

Interracials are the key to an anti-racist culture!

Although the human race will always find some other way or reason to bicker.

Tee hee. I'm tickled just reading through that episode. It's great. Ya gotta catch it if you can. Better, if you manage to download a pirated copy, please let me know.
kellykelly, 1/06/2005 10:09:00 am | link | 4 comments |

Wednesday, January 05, 2005

Phangan Paradise

Phangan I – Introduction

Here are some photos I took at Koh Phangan, probably now one of my favorite places in the world. It's such an awesome place, with something for everyone. It's not only about the party scene, which is merely concentrated in the southern tip. In fact, Had Rin (the party area) is pretty cool outside of the crazy Full Moon Party night. And, taking time out to explore the rest of the island, hilly and beautiful, is a real treat and the real magic of this place. I can imagine how some people come to Thailand and hop around the islands and completely get lost in it (voluntarily, not get lost lost, Mich) for weeks, months, years.

I'm breaking up these photos (disclaimer: you might see the pictures mis-spelling "Phangan" as "Phagnan" in the URLs. Apologies. My typo when I uploaded the pix) into a few sections because there's so much I wanna share. And believe me, these photos are but a portion of the pictures and videos I took (I got a new video camcorder from my parents for christmas!!!!!) on this trip. So be warned. It’s probably a record breaker on Kellog for long posts. And it’s almost 2am. I got caught up in this and couldn't stop...you know how it is, all you computer nerds. So I’m pretty much screwed tomorrow at work.

I do acknowledge as well that so many breath-taking views you'll see here are what most people were enjoying before the tsunami hit. My heart goes out to all affected, but such is the nature of our crazy environment...that which creates so much beauty can cause so much destruction. :\ It was ironic too that we were closer to the tragedy, yet insulated from it as there were no English newspapers, I hardly surfed the web, and all I caught were snippets of the tragedy on the news channels they broadcasted at the restaurants (more later). Our media is really a monster: it has the ability to tye up our world in kicking up a shared grief. It's a positive force in this sense as its hype powerfully harnesses all too necessary resources worldwide to help out. But too well known as well is the monster of the mass media (think O.J. Simpson) to stir up hype where unnecessary.

So I digress. Here is Koh Phangan, from kellykelly’s (infected…more later) eyes.

Phangan II - Waking Up

So I was real grumpy and tired from my father's birthday party the night before and waking early to catch our 7am flight. I was fast asleep at the waiting area. I heard Pat whisper one single "Kelly". I opened my eyes. Pat continued to read his book. He needn't say more.

...and then I realize there was a Mrs!...

...but the kicker was to realize there was Baby too! I lost it. Completely.

But you know what though? I remembered upon viewing these pictures again that we flew into Phuket on Christmas Day, the day before the tsunami tragedy. We flew out right away, hopping from one plane to another (they were less than an hour apart) in a hurry, on the only available flight around that time to Samui. Someone up there wanted us to get out of that place asap. I pray and hope that Candy Stripe family is safe and sound somewhere. They truly made my day, and seemed such great people. I pray and hope the people on our flight to Phuket that day are okay.

Phangan III - The Journey and Sights

After a plane to Phuket, plane to Samui, ferry to Phangan, walk to Phanganburi Resort, we reached this paradise pool, our pool, that bled into the sea...It was on the sunset beach, the west-side, and the quieter area. Note to travelers: stay on the west-side! Unless you plan to party all night every night, or you like ear-plugs. Cos the music pounds every night, all night till 6am on the sunset beach (east). And Phanganburi was such a great place to stay at. It was the only one on this side with a pool. You can buy pirated cds from the corner store and get them to play the music you want by this pool...

*collective sigh* we watched the sunset here every night! *collective sigh again*

We got to see beautiful waters...for some reason, I was in awe at how clear the water looked. I've been too used to nasty shite we see at Sentosa, or at Pattaya, or at Batam. This was in another category.

Beautiful beaches...this was actually one of the nastier ones by the party area. I can only remember every dude peeing into the sea at night to know enough NOT to swim there. But these folks don't have to know...

We rented a moped to get to these views up on the cliffs (although it took me the 2nd day to get used to the FEAR to enjoy the ride) with this beside you the whole way...

Li'll yeller (yellow) served us pretty damn well, getting up them hills like a champ ("GO LI'LL YELLER!" we yelled as we sputtered up a steep slope). I didn't drive of course. I just sat pillon, whimpering like a child, blistering my palms gripping onto Pat and the metal rail behind me, most of the time...on the first day. The second day, I was comfortable enough to enjoy the ride. My heart dropped only twice.

There's something to that romantic image of Riding Into The Sunset. When you are there, and you are in love, you can pretty much ignore the eating of the dust, the aching of the ass and the perma-wedgie, and those pretty romance stories about wind in your hair, sun shining in the sky, love is all around, becomes pretty damn magically true.

...even when you are looking absolutely ridiculous.

Lunching over this was pretty spectacular too

We discovered another resort up on the hills with a great pool with a view that we swore we'd return to...

Climbed down to a quiet beach to read our books by the water...

Including our Lonely Planet guide that ushers every traveler to their recommended haunts, therefore creating a stereotype out of us suckers.

Phangan IV – The Scene

My fav restaurant/bar, The Outback Bar (unrelated to the American chain of restaurants), with Dali recreations everywhere, and some fab artwork from the gallery next door. They actually played some decent music too...the best on this friggin' island (more on that later...)

...Marilyn. Wharhol would have been proud.



Here's the gallery next door that kept the bar in stock. I went there every other day.

We -almost- bought that beautiful green one and the yellow one below...but their VISA machine quit on them and we lacked cash! Dammit! On my next paycheck I'm buying it over the phone!!

I want them all, but we're gonna get the yellow one in the middle. I saw him painting it and fell in love.

A pretty hot painting...not at the gallery though....outside the toilet of a restaurant.

Speaking of which, the food there was surprisingly amazing. Because it was so chock full of foreigners, you got amazingly authentic int'l cuisine, and average Thai food. Maybe that was why I thought it was a great place. It's Thailand, but I never once felt like an intrusive tourist raging through with my cameras, because the tourists/travelers made up the culture there. It was an interesting place, ripe for social scientists to study. The foreigners made up the local culture. It was an insulated paradise (think The Beach) that created itself by the ins and outs of people.

I had the best pizzas and Mediterranean food ever. And each restaurant is linked to others, so you'd go to one place and they thump down a huge thick menu with every cuisine in the world. You make your order and they run out to the various stores to get your food. It's like a huge centralized food court! And, the best thing, most restaurants screen movies...the latest ones...pirated DVDs...and they list the screening time so you plan your dinner around which movie which restaurant is playing. Or you'll have one place playing The Simpsons marathon, Friends, or Sex and the City, the other playing The Incredibles, Old School, Ocean's Twelve, Briget Jones Diary 2, The Beach, etc. It's all great fun.

And every store is self-contained, ying you jing you (everything also have)...

And you get game rooms for stoners to lay around for 40bht ($1.60) an hour, and massage parlors for worn out ravers...it's a playground for grown-ups who don't wanna grow up.

Serviced too with clinics. I don't know how many chicks get knocked up here, but you definitely get a lot of dudes with injuries. You see people strapped in bandages, hobbling around in crutches, arms in slings, all around you. It's actually funny. Jon became a statistic when he cut his foot on his marathon night out (we left at 9pm. Pat and I returned at 6am. Keith got back at 2pm. Jon was MIA-ed till 8pm), therefore spending the rest of the trip nursing his wound. My guess is stumbling around on a dark beach with rocky cliffs, drunk, is not very condusive to health. Neither is riding on those motorcycles inexperienced on unpaved hilly roads.

...oh and have I mentioned that this place is FILLED with BEAUTIFUL boys? Geezie Chrissie...I have never been so swamped with pure magnificent testosterone-y beauty. This picture doesn't do it justice. It really doesn't. Ohhh boyyyy....they are all of the rugged, unkempt, messy curls/dreadlocks/ponytails naturally sun-kissed, tight lanky torsos toned-by-surfin/swimmin' that I love....from all over the world....of course you get your usual Americans, Euros, Aussies, but the h-h-h-hotties (best bodies and features) were the Africans (damn that sexy dark skin), Spanish, Japanese (of the samuri haircut, some facial hair, tanned types...I'm startin' to likey), South Americans (damn that olive skin), Israelis, Middle Eastern, Mediterranean (damn those deep eyes), Italian, ...yummy!!! Kelly's international food fest!

I have to add here that I spent my entire week in H-H-Hot-Boys-Ville being a bespectacled nerd because my eyes somehow got infected by my contacts on my first night there. It was the longest they got infected. And they suddenly turned perfectly fine when I got back to Singapore, where of course there aren't any hot boys whatsoever to garner any attention (the cutest ones are mostly gay). There must be a reason why someone up there did not want me to ogle with clear eyes at the Mecca of Hotties. I think Patrick cast a hex on mine eyes. Lasik please!!! This picture was actually taken in Hat Yai. We rang in the new year, got to bed by 3am, got up at 5am to catch the 6am taxi to the 7am ferry to the 11am bus to arrive Hat Yai at 5pm to catch our 8pm flight back to Singapore. Phew! No wonder I look like shit.

Phangan V – The Party

And what's Phangan without the parties?

Gotta say though that the music over there SUCKED big-time. You'd either get crazy (bad) psychedelic trance (ouch!), or people trying to mix Ibiza anthems and fail badly because they are either too wasted, or are really that bad. I've never heard such horrible mixing ever. I'd rather they had just played one song after the next, or stream an online set from a good DJ because It Was BAD. The Full Moon Party in itself wasn't a big surprise. It was what I'd expected of a beach rave. I much rather liked the non-Full Moon nights, where there were still parties but of a more mellow sort, by the sea, and you get a whole stretch of beach to yourself. It's pretty damn awesome.

So it's one of the few places where the environment was so fabulous that you could tolerate the blasphemously bad music...barely...but you could. Because sheeeit! You are looking up at a bright Moon, with your friends, and you are on a beautiful beach, wind in your hair, fire-spinners, crazy beautiful (naturally, not Crapttica types) people everywhere. You can only revel in what it is, and regret what it isn't. And hope and pray that good acts will come spin music there soon. But then that'll make it too...Ibiza. Shite.

Check out these infamous "buckets" they sell, with alcohol, soda of your choice and red bull in a bucket you mix together.

...utterly ghetto and utterly nasty.

...especially with those nasty shroom shakes they are (in) famous for.

I seriously love these fire-spinners. The Thai boys definitely got the farangs beat!

Another one of our fav places, Mellow Mountain Bar, which was anything but mellow...

They had a great deck overlooking the whole Had Rin sunrise beach where you can rave under the moon...

...and I got to ring in the New Year with great peeps--my roomies for the trip: Pat, Jon (in black) and Keith (a.k.a. Billy in green)--and some other random people that fell into our picture, and get a New Year's kiss from my Patty. I gotta say, it was a great holiday! We came back, dropped our bags off at headed to Zouk by midnight to catch Steve Lawler who was ok in the first half and grrrrreat after 330am. I was bouncing all over the dance floor till after 5am. It was refreshing to hear a good set! Wish the sea had been right next to me with the full moon above me though.

Happy 2005 everyone! May you have joy in your heart, music in your ears and groovin' in your bodies. Health and love to all!
kellykelly, 1/05/2005 01:36:00 am | link | 4 comments |