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Maybe better than Charlie and the Chocolate Factory’s creation, maybe more irrisistable than Willie Wonka’s Imagination of the Year, this is what I want.. hopefully can see and taste it in my wildest dreams…

A 30cm rectangular cake, looks white like North Pole snow at first glace, so light you can hold it like candy floss or cotton bunch in your hands, but it feels chilled like the clouds, the misty haze surrounding it, and smoke emitting slowly that smells like cherry fondue, minus the cut from dry ice. There are pretty marshmellows in the shape of starfish and pufferfish that floats on the top, and levitates around the cake and eventually goes to find a owner in the party.

Then the cake changes shape from Hello Kitty to Heffalump, then to Care Bear and My Melody, and soothing sound coming from the waves of the smoke, playing Nothing’s Gonna Change My Love For You, and Silver Bells, and any song that me and my friends dedicate. The fragrance changes from chocolate to mocha, then to black forest ice-blended, and changes accordingly to whatever flavour you imagine inside.

Suddenly, a small cute baby dragon (like the one from Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire- minus the fierceness) will snuggle out and smile at everyone. It makes some do a Chicken Little Dance, and cast a spell to make everyone fall into a 1 sec slumber but it feels like you have slept for ten years. When you wake up, you feel like a newborn and you see a rainbow across the sky with bright green grass and hills afar.

The dragon will make enough portion so that everyone can eat their fill. The cake tastes like banana dipped into choc fudge coated with peanuts, but nobody gets any nuts allergies, then as you sink your teeth deeper, you feel a sense of cold, and it turns into peach and honeydew frozen yoghurt. The two flavour alternates slowly and you won’t get bored with the taste.

Suddenly, someone bursts into excited laughter. And others followed, because they tasted an alvanche of sliding snow on their tongue. The snow turns into a mayrid of colors, like the Pantone colors from Photoshop, everyone open their mouth and shows the sparkling stars that pops up as the colors changes. They close their mouth and the stars stays in the air for a few seconds before popping and releasing a small fountain of fireworks that spells their name, like "Jingle, Merry Xmas!"

Everyone is jumping around as the whole party is filled with stars and fireworks. Then at the bottom of the cake, is a little pool of water that you can see your reflection in it. Everyone makes a wish around the cake and some words will appear on the water telling a good new for the future for everyone. As everyone finishes the cake, they will each experience a scene that they always imagine, like Jingle doing a 8 ball run, or Yijun winning Entreprenuer of the Year award, or SITi growing taller, or Hammie shopping for a Coach fur coat, or Ah Beng winning a 1 Million Toto.

The cake vanishes into thin air once everyone felt a scene of shiokness, and tells everyone to be good so that they get invited to this special party again with a new cake the next year.

Merry Xmas hohoho.. hope you like this pre-xmas tale… 

Appetizers:

Fresh Xmas Walnuts

Main Course:

Various Grains, Colored Maize and Cereals, Corns, Sunflower Seeds

Dessert:

Dried Fruits (Banana Crisps, Pineapple, Raisin)

Florida Natural Juice Nuggets in Strawberry

In Betweens:

Marukan Brand Croissant in Cheese and Milk Flavour

I just got a Testi today by a friend who said I am scary. First, I would like to deny all allegations and say, I am not SCARY. I am just INTERESTING. I blog like others and watch movies like others and eat like a pig like others.

Speaking of movies, I went to watch HARRY POTTER already. I wanted to have the Chicken Little Popcorn set to go with it, but heck, the SET A is sold out, cos it has the cutest bottle stopper on it. So I have to watch Mr Harry without my popcorn. My friend Sam watched it once already, but still went to watch it with me and my bf. I think he is gonna watch it the 3rd time with another person.

Speaking of BF, bet you din know I got a BF right. He is the sweetest guy around and somtimes he keeps me in his pocket too. He plays pool beautifully. By beautiful, I mean you look at him more than you look at the ball. When you watch pool tornaments, the camera focus on the guy’s face then at the balls. And i bet no one is interested at looking at the person’s face, cos they are expressionless (They are like excited, anxious, confused, concentrated, fierce, so better to be expressionless or else the opponent can tell what they are thinking). My bf can address the ball, cue with a different look, give a smirk and do a CHicken Little dance when he wins. So it’s entertaining and funny to watch him play, it’s like watching a movie cum tornament at the same time.

Oh yes, and I was talking about planning my Bday Chalet (pronounce Share-let). I have decided to bring some movies VCD so we can all watch movies and eat tidbits and drink alcohol at the same time till late night. If we are bored, we have decided to go Geylang see the real men and real chicks do the real action. 

Tomorrow I am goin for a makeover and I shall post my photo up. Till then, I am goin to read my Dec issue of HerWorld that gives 3 bottles of Chicken Essence if you buy at Buzz.

Hi Everyone,

my name is SITi and welcome you to join me on my adventures! From now on, you can listen to my stories and talk to me. I am your friend and Aunt Agony too.

Today I went to venture inside my pet’s cage. My pet is called Hamster and it has an oak tree. See, it is inside the tree now and i am sitting on it. I have a pretty green dress and short neat hair. Tomorrow, I am going to watch Harry Potter and I hope I can have pop corn to go along with it. It’s amazing I am only 4.5 inches tall, so I can slip in to the pockets and go watch the movie for free, hehe.

Oh, my birthday is coming soon, and I am going to have a super fun time cos I am going to a chalet with BBQ and I can invite my friends. I am going to plan now and make sure my friends can chill and have good food at the same time. I was invited to a chalet once and I had only 2 Otahs and raw stingray.

Nowadays it’s so hard to find a guy my height to make friends with. I once think that guys that are tall (like above 1.8m) have this super ego about them, and shorter guys (like 1.7m and below) have a better character that makes up for their looks and height. For my birthday, I wish I can grow taller, but I guess that is not a very good idea cos I would not be able to venture into Hamster’s cage and talk to him anymore. He told me he likes to eat Quackers Oatbran and dried fruits. And he is alone too, and I wondered if he is bored because he cannot surf the net and shop and buy stuffs he likes, and date girls to watch Harry Potter. And he always sleep and eat all day.

I don’t understand why people like Harry Potter so much. My friend say Bae Yong Jun looks like Harry Potter. I wondered if anyone is going to make a movie about me, like the Adventure of SITi or something. Anyway, my friend is going to make a short film and cast me in it, and I am suppose to laugh and cry at the same time. How cool is that, beats Mr Harry flying around and disappearing into walls right!

I am tired now, so I think I am goin to sleep. Oh yah, have you tried the new seaweed shaker fries from Mac, I think it’s rather nice, hope you guys don’t get a sodium overdose and suffer a heart attack, cos must wait for my movie to come out. Why don’t they make like shaker condoms so it shakes automatically and the guys can girls can have some fun.. whooo… okay, Mr Harry, time to make some magic and learn cast the spells and make things shake, or else everyone will get bored with you really soon…

This evening, me and bf went to ex-mexican ambassador’s Raffles the Plaza suite to talk about his 50th birthday invitation card design.

While he and his wife were changing, I walked around the suite and imagine how a family would sit and enjoy breakfast looking out at the glistening sun reflected off the Esplanade roof. There was a Yamaha black grand piano in the suite as well, and my boyfriend went to play it.

I can say the feeling is intimacy and passion canned up in a pack of sardine, waiting to explode any moment. My bf as a pianist in black shirt and pants, black socks and black leather streamlined shoes tied up in a stylish ribbon, playing Scent of a Woman, in the middle of the romantic evening in a Raffles suite, while I stood beside the grand piano, his eyes stared back at me bekoning to me to rip his clothes off, his face in a speechless glance of surrender, I never felt more special, more like a woman, with my deep plum lacquered nails, I felt bedazzled, drowned in royalty, a moment of ultimate reminiscent flashback - like a 60s hollywood movie, everything is perfect, in senerity…in love.

A song so familiar, always played for me, but tonight in the suite, it made me feel like I am the most wonderful and beautiful woman at the top of the world…

After the meeting, we went to TCC at Citylink to work on the laptop. He stared hard and listened to the Out of Africa Album, eyes looking at the screen, never once left to look at me, but I still stared hard at his black socks and shoes, and I placed my feet beside his, and looked at my brown Hush Puppies Leather Boots beside his sleek shoes, and I smiled at my own pleasure, a kind of unexplained satisfaction washed over me as I worked on my senseless imagination, and I felt the tension in the silence, the background playing "The Way You Look Tonight"…The taste of my Mocha Villa lingered on, and his drink of Sea of Passion left to sizzle and bubble in the glass…

Tonight is the night where something is gonna happen tomorrow. 

Yesterday marked the day when I heard a woman saying this to me in front of the whole Millenia crowd. "I have only one word for you. You are very sexy."

As I blushed with embarrassment, pleasure and self-confidence, I strutted off back to the stage and awaited the callings of things to come.

Miss Sentiments 2005 is one pageant I thought was the most out of context with the other pageants I’ve encountered before.

We are looking at mothers as participants in the MISS Sentiments Contest, American electronic gadgets as consolations prizes when the contest is organized by a Korean accessories shop, ex-model Eileen Wee as one of the judges, while the other judges practically unheard of, giving out tips and comments to us regarding our poise, speech and confidence.

We have students as cheer-leaders for one of the contestant, tired but patient boyfriends standing around giving moral support, girl friends snapping away group photos and passer-bys stopping to add on the the crowd. Contestants before and during the contest were walking everywhere around the makeshift stage talking to everybody, doing everything, worst not knowing the sequence of the contest until we were briefed 30 mins before the start.

As my named was called for the top 5 among the 13 contestants, I was instantly happy that I could now at least give my boyfriend the Ipod I promised I will win for him. The 5 of us back stage was hoping to go Korea actually (cos it’s the first prize). As they announced the 2nd person to win the consolation, one of the contestant said "it can be anyone of us."

True enough it was me, and I never felt so stressless as I enjoyed the top 3 girls in the midst of their hope and cat-fight, trying to behave politically correct and sweet towards each other. 

I gave my boyfriend his new Ipod Shuffle, I felt damn cheated as I thought they will be giving the Ipod that cost $500 plus. Then I sat down and agreed to myself - yes, the mother truely deserves to win in the MISS Sentiment Contest, let’s not be too greedy, got Shuffle still not happy, and one last lesson that I’ll remember for i think the rest of my life - "It can be anyone of us."

My friend told me a 12 cm ruler from Gucci costs $96. That’s $8 per cm. While we laughed at the absurd stupidity of one getting the ruler, we went to the Gucci boutique to check it out, and to our wonder, it was gone. Hm.. I don’t know to be amazed by someone’s sheer absurdity or extravagence, I began to think about the question of cost, happiness and love.

We heard from ages ago that money can’t buy love, but with money at least you can bring a vietnamese wife home.  Today the news mentioned a vietnamese wife with a baby still in her tummy found dead in the flat. The couple fought often about money.

I once thought that once you have limitless money in your possession, you lose the ability to acknowlege the worth of things, and unit of measure doesn’t really have its use or existance anymore. In secondary school , some girl friends told me they would "jia ge you qian ren suan le". Now, my bf is telling me how to hold a cup like a tai tai and chalk a cue like a tai tai and basically look like one.

I don’t play mahjong and if i am a tai tai, I would rather do yoga. Some friends that are single are being very happy just being able to eye on a $500 Tiffany titanium ring and buy it. I was happy too 7 years ago wearing a $1 couple ring from Montip.  Are we saying I am 500 times happier wearing a Tiffany ring? How to measure, use the Gucci ruler? Now Tiffany are telling women out there to buy a "Celebration" ring and wear it - to celebrate you are happily single and rich, or happy that you don’t have to hint and hint to your bf/hubby for eon years, or celebrate there is always a reason to wear diamonds (yeah, more money for Tiffany shareholders). And diamonds are measure of happiness - to a certain extent.

If history is made interesting by women, you know why. Troy fell because of Helen, one part of the Great Wall crumbled because of this sobbing lady called Meng Jiang Nu, one king of China brought down his dynasty in his attempt to make a concubine smile.

Lets face it. Looking rich doesn’t necessarily mean you are rich. But kissing your bf certainly mean you are in love - or would you rather fancy some Dunhill (dung here) ?

I pondered over this for a very long time already, constantly reminding myself to live the power of Now.

Now is feeling one emotion at a time. Of concentrating on the surrounding around you, might be surreal, might be wonderful, might be exciting, but there can only be one Now. If you miss the Now, it’s gonna be gone and it’ll never return. If you live Now, and think of the past, the future, Now will slip away and when your thoughts return, you wondered where your soul went while the surrounding is celebrating your presence.

Now - sometimes tastes like the bittersweet of a fresh cafe mocha. NOw- sometimes is the gallent rainbow in the sky. Now - sometimes is the sparkle in a diamond. Now - sometimes is the depth of the lover’s eye. Now - sometimes is the note of a tear jerking melody. Now - sometimes is just plain doing nothing.

The Latin says "Carpe Diem" - Seize the Day. The Chinese say "Xian Zai" - The Presence of Being. The English ask "To be or not to be".

I say, to seize, to be the Present.

Yesterday I tried on $22 800 worth of Tiffany bling blings. And this is a writeup about men, with relation to a Tiffany boutique.

The average man would faint by just looking at a woman entering a Tiffany boutique. The slightly better one would encourage her to go in but still hold his breath. The ego one would comment that she look "lovely" but pay just to save his face from the saleswoman (and complain after he leaves the shop) . The guy friend will say she looks perfect or not, give the truthful comment about how she looks and confess he and she are "sister" relation, so not embarrassing if he doesnt pay for anything.

My perfect man will know what I want and bring me in, spent half a day in there with me and I’ll be wearing it to a candlelight dinner at a cosy restaurant.