Sexy chef and I canā€™t paint.

Guess who I saw today? ANTHONY BOURDAIN!!!!! I was coming out from an open carpark onto Jalan Raja Chulan and he was crossing the road with two cameramen. I wound down my window and cried, ā€œTONY BOURDAIN I LOOVE YOUUā€. He gave me an ā€œAwwwā€. Then I had to continue driving and I waved goodbye :( Sigh, wish I had not gotten into the car so soon. If I were only 2 minutes late, could have met him on the street, could have kissed him on the cheeks and given him a hug. But itā€™s still okay, I got to see him in the flesh. Itā€™s cool!

Who can resist a foul-mouthed hot chef?

It started with thisā€¦

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Took me 13 hours to paint and modify it and still looking like shit.

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Got bored and whipped something up with Paint and Font Creator.

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Just before I ventured out of the house, decided that the painted logo is just plain horrid. Couldnā€™t bring myself to submit it. Made an improvised version with Mac Flash.

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Wish me luck on winning RM30k. And stop laughing please.

I kid you not. Iā€™m perfect.

First of all, in spite of the little crazy episode I had with myself this morning (which prompted me to head to the bakery – bought 5 different kinds of crabmeat buns + a chocolate donut, ate ALL in 2 hours while watching Grounded For Life, The Casino and yes, Oprah), I received my result transcript from college. Guess whatā€¦I got FIRST CLASS for accounting. I repeat, first bloody class. I am speechless and I am almost sure that they must have made a mistake (though I definitely am not complaining). Anyone who has been reading my blog would know I am incredibly bummed when it comes to accounting (read here, here, here and here) and I skipped almost every class last year. So what can I deduce from this? Wellā€¦firstly, I am a genius and secondly, I am invincible.

Iā€™m happy and giddy again.

Lets hop over to our next subject – Jaimeā€™s birthday. You could read about it from STā€™s blog. My most memorable things about it were the sinfully delicious kiwi cake and the angmoh who was stuck in the 80s. He was awfully hilarious (read: squinching his skinny butt and pirouetting incessantly). Oh yeah, and I love the new bras I bought for Chinese New Year.

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Jaime, ST and Suan.

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Jaime cutting the cake I made :D

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Jaime cutting the out-of-this-world kiwi cake.

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Self-explanatory. Iā€™m officially perfect.

Now on to Zoukfest. I would say itā€™s not bad for my first rave. I wasnā€™t actually tipsy (Okay, I do hate beer and every other kinds of alcoholic beverages except Jolly Shandy and gin & juice – why the latter didnā€™t come through I donā€™t know :C ) so those music became quite annoying and monotonous after an hour. FA and I scurried off to Ghetto Heaven where we danced behind the stage, right at the entrance to main arena (probably annoying the cops). After 5 songs, I was collapsing but FA was still dancing, 3 times the speed of everyone elseā€¦Energizer bunny!!!! OMG if only you were a boy, we could hump up a stormā€¦I LOVE YOUUUUUUU FA!!!! Read STā€™s account on it. Iā€™m just going to rip some pictures from his camera. Oh and btw, my jacket is a genuine Nike and even IF it looked like some Chinese immigrant getup (which it doesnā€™t! itā€™s VINTAGE = classy, ok!) itā€™s still a NIKE and it cost me almost RM200, ok? Donā€™t hate me coz Iā€™m beautifulā€¦

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At the main room – I think :P

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Clockwise from left: Me, Audrey, KY, ST, Great Faggot and Saint.

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So cold I had to get cosy with Aud.

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Freezing to death but had to take a few un-bakchang pictures :P

And on to Joeyā€™s wedding. She was really beautiful and Vincent was glowing as well. By the end of the dinner, Vincentā€™s pissed and was speaking in Italian. He also said something alone the line of, ā€œDonā€™t worry I can still light my candle tonightā€. Food was mediocre at best and the air-con was kind of whacked, but the point of wedding dinners is to celebrate a happy union so I ainā€™t going to talk negatively about it (which sadly, seems rather popular among fellow chinese nowadays). Not going to pile on any bad karma now, would I? Pictures soon.