Whenever I find myself involved in a which-coffeehouse-is-better disputation over um, coffee, I have always, always insisted that Starbucks is second to none. Over the many years of being a hapless victim of commercialism, I developed an emotional affiliation with Starbucks not because of their coffee or food, they are no better than most crap you can find in other coffeehouses out there anyway, but because Starbucks practices the “We don’t really care if our coffee tastes like piss, we will surely be friendly enough to make you forget about it” philosophy. The staffs and baristas of the Starbucks outlet I frequent even greet me by name whenever I walk in, and that is the sort of personalised service you will be hard pressed to find in say, basically anywhere else except for I don’t know, whore houses?

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Sorry for the little hiatus.

Working, partying and not giving a shit about writing took up a little too much of my time.

A proper update to be in within a week. Pooh!

Everyone knows why everyone loves Chinese New Year. The little red packets, the gambling, the partying, the drinking, the food, the holiday and for the fact that you can finally be the total asshole that you are by indulging in batshit insane fashion sense, knowing that it’s the time of the year where no one gives a shit even if you walk on the streets dressed as The Flash because the fashion vigilantes will be too busy watching 2 grown-ups maneuver a (fabricated) lion’s head.

Yes, everyone loves Chinese New Year. But let me tell you what do I loathe about this festival.

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Bangkok is too awesome for words. I have been there for about 6 times but that bustling city still appeals to me like a Legolas poster to a pubescent girl. My visit 4 days ago was quite the difference from all the previous ones. Instead of just the usual and more often than not mindless walking, shopping, partying, drinking, train-riding and eating, this holiday served as a platform for me to kickstart the healing of an emotional wound as well as to truly learn how to live a happy life. Of course, I did the mindless walking, shopping, partying, drinking, train-riding and eating, too. This is Bangkok we are talking about, not North Korea or some sad shit. Read the rest of this entry »

2010 will be the maiden year I impose resolutions on myself.

Unsurprisingly, it will also probably be the maiden year I break every single resolution and then hate myself for it. Here goes nothing. Read the rest of this entry »