It’s Uncle Sam!
4th of July party at Mimolette’s TryBe. America’s Independence Day did not quite cause much of a stir here… for obvious reasons. But…. we still had a patriot in Mr J.L
Say a big HI ito Auntie Sam…
And also Table Sam…..
And our dinner spread…
And Ms S’s killer heels from the Sex & the City movie. Actually WORN by the actresses!
Hadn’t seen my soul sister in a long long time,
…I couldn’t resist giving her a kiss!
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Another Sunday spent at Dempsey…. looks like it’s fast becoming my favorite haunt 
A surprise gathering of bloggers… Pinkpau, Kennysia, and Jasiminne e Penguin from Malaysia!
I picked the place ‘cos I thought it’s one of the must-visit dining choices (on my list at least) for overseas visitors. Wonderful ambience, interesting surroundings of Dempsey Hill, and…. the ultimate desserts…!
The above polaroid was taken with the retro-licious cam below.
Now comes with matching shades. While stocks last.
I enjoyed the night…. Laughs all around with smart Su, funny Kenny, & superhyper-nottheleastbit-jetlagged Jasiminne in her shimmer tights.
They were at a “Doing the Karen Cheng” event earlier, where people took photos of themselves in the mirror for charity. A little strange, but it’s for a good cause anyway.
So we attempted an encore~
Say chheeezzeeeee hunniemunchkinss*
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LOL, seems like I’m fast to catch onto trends, was already doing the mirror shot thing even before
From the restroom to…..
Another family banquet…… I’m not complaining!
Modern chinois-chic decor.
perfectly crisy skin
peppery and juicy
2 favorite desserts concocted into one.
Afterwards, crazy private ktv… 3 gigantic screens, smoke machine, and discodisco~*
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Musing over my skyrocketed hits of 30,000. Hmmm. Thanks for the traffic.
* Read some news about one of my favorite poets:-
Unpublished Pablo Neruda poems highlight last romance Tue Jul 8, 2008 1:14pm AEST |
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 Santiago, July 08: A series of unpublished poems by Chile’s late Pablo Neruda, winner of the 1971 Nobel prize for literature, are shedding light on his last romance with his wife’s niece more than 40 years his junior, a collector said.
The 14 poems were found in a book titled “Black Island Album,” named after the house in central Chile which Neruda, his third and last wife Matilde Urrutia and her niece Alicia Urrutia shared, according to Nurieldin Hermosilla.
The lawyer and Neruda collector said he bought the book recently from a book dealer, who in turn had acquired it from an anonymous seller.
The poems are handwritten in Neruda’s traditional green ink and are “a direct and definitive confirmation from the poet’s own pen of his love for Alicia,” Hermosilla said.
He said Alicia Urrutia decided to go public with the poems after years of keeping silent about her affair.
“I think she decided to confirm her love with Neruda and put this book on sale to lend herself some legitimacy and put an end to the myth” and speculation, the lawyer said.
Neruda, who died at 69 in 1973, just 12 days after dictator Augusto Pinochet’s coup, is famous for his love poems as well as his “Canto General” — an epic poem about South America’s history and its people.
But he also was a senior member of the Chilean central committee of the Communist Party and his work was banned during Pinochet’s 1973-1990 military dictatorship.
At different periods of his life, Neruda was a political exile, a senator, an ambassador and in 1970 a presidential candidate for the Communist Party.
Neruda’s real name was Neftali Ricardo Reyes Basoalto. His pen name was inspired by Czech writer Jan Neruda. :: moving:: sensous:: emotionally charged::
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Naked, You Are As
Naked, you are simple as one of your hands,
Smooth, earthy, small, transparent, round:
You have moonlines, applepathways:
Naked, you are slender as a naked grain of wheat.
Naked, you are blue as the night in Cuba;
You have vines and stars in your hair;
Naked, you are spacious and yellow
As summer in a golden church.
Naked, you are tiny as one of your nails,
Curved, subtle, rosy, till the day is born
And you withdraw to the underground world,
as if down a long tunnel of clothing and of chores:
Your clear light dims, gets dressed, drops its leaves,
And becomes a naked hand again.
Tonight I Write
I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
Write, for instance: “The night is full of stars,
and the stars, blue, shiver in the distance.”
The night wind whirls in the sky and sings.
I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
On nights like this, I held her in my arms.
I kissed her so many times under the infinite sky.
She loved me, sometimes I loved her.
How could I not have loved her large, still eyes?
I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
To think I don’t have her. To feel that I’ve lost her.
To hear the immense night, more immense without her.
And the poem falls to the soul as dew to grass.
What does it matter that my love couldn’t keep her.
The night is full of stars and she is not with me.
That’s all. Far away, someone sings. Far away.
My soul is lost without her.
As if to bring her near, my eyes search for her.
My heart searches for her and she is not with me.
The same night that whitens the same trees.
We, we who were, we are the same no longer.
I no longer love her, true, but how much I loved her.
My voice searched the wind to touch her ear.
Someone else’s. She will be someone else’s. As she once
belonged to my kisses.
Her voice, her light body. Her infinite eyes.
I no longer love her, true, but perhaps I love her.
Love is so short and oblivion so long.
Because on nights like this I held her in my arms,
my soul is lost without her.
Although this may be the last pain she causes me,
and this may be the last poem I write for her.
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:: and so many more beautiful works ::
3 weeks ago, I decided I was going to learn Spanish. Actually, I remember now 7 years ago I very nearly almost spent a summer in Spain to do just that. A most beautiful and passionate language by far, spoken in many parts of the world. Considered French, but I kept imagining snobby upturned noses in the air 
It is less easy to master as well. Wish me luck~!! Hopefully the day comes when I appreciate Neruda’s poems in their original form. It will surely be more magical in the mother tongue.
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p.s To the persistant someone who keeps writing that I am not fit to be a Christian and I should not mention God. Well, just as the ill will go to a doctor, the more sick you think I am, all the more I will seek Jesus to become better. I know I am not perfect, I am a sinner and I need Him.
Matthew 9:9-13
As Jesus passed on from there, he saw a man called Matthew sitting at the tax booth, and he said to him, “Follow me.” And he rose and followed him. And as Jesus reclined at table in the house, behold, many tax collectors and sinners came and were reclining with Jesus and his disciples. And when the Pharisees saw this, they said to his disciples, “Why does your teacher eat with tax collectors and sinners?” But when he heard it, he said, “Those who are well have no need of a physician, but those who are sick. Go and learn what this means, ‘I desire mercy, and not sacrifice.’ For I came not to call the righteous, but sinners.”
If you think I am disgusting and undeserving, well the good news is - that’s precisely the reason why He came down to save me and love me. He came, so that the lost may be found. I don’t believe Christians would look down our noses, with an air of smug superiority, at those they deem unrighteous. We recognize everyone of us, we are all sinners. We realize that the only reason we are anybody or anything is by the mercy and grace of God.
Thank you to all the kind souls who wrote me encouraging and meaningful e-mails. I’m touched and I really appreciate your support. I will try to reply as many of you as possible but it may take some time. Take care too!
Really glad to spend time with my sister back from down under 
Taking the coach up to KL again tonight for the weekend.
[ .Work .] – do an event at a swanky hotel
followed by
[ .Play. ] - shopping, partieeing, and lots n lots of makan!
First reason,is because when you grin widely your face kind of puffs out… and it just so happens that whenever I put on weight it goes to my cheeks pronto! The second reason, is because my teeth were colored a little to the…. yellow side. Yuck!
