ok this is what happens when this tiny department leaves me all alone in the office: i go on a video galore.



i thought i was nuts when i've been secretly going round my daily affairs with Wonder Girl's Nobodynobodybutchu stuck (practically plastered) in the walls of my head. nobody here nobody there, basically been nobody-ing everywhere. apparently i'm not that cuckoo. half the world is doing it too ok. in fact, they up the ante with the recording of their own versions. see?



hilarious.

seriously, where these girls came from and come to be this hot, i've no idea. doesn't really matter either.

now, what matters is this kental, backdated, outdated, obiang videos ahead. it goes wayyy back to yishun blk 331, 10th floor. unit number, i forgot. that was nenek's place sometime 1998 i think. that place was like the funnest place to hang out at at that point of time. god knows why. and it was during those years when one of the aunty was newly engaged, not to mention madly deeply in love with a pakistani-descendant (now) uncle who brought hindi tunes into our lives. which of course, developed into the hugest childlike crush on shahrukh khan. haiz. anyways! we could depend on her to stock up on SRK movies, and me and nurin would wait for the living room to clear, hook up the vcds, dance along to the exact steps of the songs. we would take turns being madhuri and srk each, cos we were both just as tall and skinny as each other. and then nenek would come out from her room or kitchen and catch us in action. we'd freeze of course. immediately on our bums, facing the tv screen with nonchalantly interest while the mind races going.."shit. did she see that?". priceless.





here, could we please go back 10 years in time? it was nice being happy and innocent.