Hedonistics Anonymous
Thursday, January 26, 2006
This is so random...This will be my last post till next Thursday.
Happy Chinese New Year, peoplesie.
I'm feeling very random/bored today. My n00b colleague, MK, has gone back to her hometown for the hols. She's my toilet buddy, my sudoku apprentice, and victim of my ADD (Attention Deficit Disorder).
Sometimes I wish that I had a hometown to go home to.
Paris would be great, but noone celebrates CNY there... so I'll settle for Beijing. Shanghai is too "citified" and polluted. It's like a concrete jungle. But shopping's great there. Maybe I'll settle for Shanghai. Heh. I love being whimsical and ADD. I love being able to type as I think and not bother to proofread my work for consistency.
This morning, my sister woke up at 5am to send my parents to the airport. I didn't even realise that they were gone till around 7:15am, when I noticed that the person sleeping on my mum's side of the bed had considerably shrunk. I bent closer and hissed, "HOI! WAKE UP!!!"
Urrrmm... urmmmph... urrrrummmph..." my sister mumbled into her bantal busuk (comfort pillow).
"What?"
"Five... more... minutes..." came the muffled reply.
"Wake up now! Now means NOW!!!" I hissed louder.
"What forrrr....?" she groaned sleepily.
I shrugged. "Don't know. I just felt like waking you up."
She sighed heavily and turned over to bury her face deeper under the thick comforter.
I find it cruel that she gets to sleep in on a weekday morning while I have to haul myself reluctantly to work. So I woke her up. Hey, that's what sisters are for, right?
Btw, did you guys know there's a canine version of Friendster called Dogster? I find it amusing that there's even a "memorial" section there for departed doggies. And those departed doggies actually have doggy friends, much like Friendster.
And then I wonder if Friendster would ever create a section for dead members so that their friends would always remember them... *morbidly curious look*
With Chinese New Year just around the corner, I've got to think happy thoughts. Since 2006 is going to be the year of the dog, I did the following pieces of artwork.
This is the original template:
This is my edited normal versh:
This is my Andy Warhol (colour-blind) versh:
Excuse me while I find something else to waste my time on. Happy holidays, guys!
Wednesday, January 25, 2006
When |33t meets n00bIf I were to rate my housekeeping skills on a scale of 1 to 10, I'd give myself a 4.
Things I enjoy doing:
Washing the clothes (using the washing machine, of course)
Adding fabric softener to everything in the wash
Things I can do but I dislike doing:
Sweeping/mopping the floor
Cooking limited dishes
Cleaning up random stuff
Basic car stuff - Fill battery water, check M-oil etc.
Things I absolutely cannot do:
Ironing
Changing a lightbulb
Use a sewing machine
Yesterday was my mum's birthday so during lunchbreak, I popped over to Sarawak Plaza to buy her a little gift. When I got back to the office, I realised that I had forgotten to buy wrapping paper. Luckily one of colleague, AC, had some leftover wrapping paper at her desk which she kindly gave to me. Oh, and she also threw in a small box for me to stuff my gift in.
Another colleague, MK, suggested that I should fold a little fan and attach it on the gift to make it look nicer. But the moment she saw my sad attempts at cutting a straight line, she ordered me to hand over the gift-wrapping project to her.
In return, I helped her download a copy of Popcap's Zuma - crack and all, and installed it for her.
It helps to have a n00b friend who is teh pwn at girly crap.
Things I enjoy doing:
Washing the clothes (using the washing machine, of course)
Adding fabric softener to everything in the wash
Things I can do but I dislike doing:
Sweeping/mopping the floor
Cooking limited dishes
Cleaning up random stuff
Basic car stuff - Fill battery water, check M-oil etc.
Things I absolutely cannot do:
Ironing
Changing a lightbulb
Use a sewing machine
Yesterday was my mum's birthday so during lunchbreak, I popped over to Sarawak Plaza to buy her a little gift. When I got back to the office, I realised that I had forgotten to buy wrapping paper. Luckily one of colleague, AC, had some leftover wrapping paper at her desk which she kindly gave to me. Oh, and she also threw in a small box for me to stuff my gift in.
Another colleague, MK, suggested that I should fold a little fan and attach it on the gift to make it look nicer. But the moment she saw my sad attempts at cutting a straight line, she ordered me to hand over the gift-wrapping project to her.
In return, I helped her download a copy of Popcap's Zuma - crack and all, and installed it for her.
It helps to have a n00b friend who is teh pwn at girly crap.
P/S: At that time, I was faking my seemingly non-existent gift-wrapping skills. I just wanted to concentrate on my PC downloads. Heh.
Tuesday, January 24, 2006
Legend of... dog eat dogC Loco's Legend of Boo is the current pornstar on my Winamp playlist. My sister hates it with a vengeance. She finds the japanese/english chorus effing annoying. So I scream it in her face whenever I feel like it.
"Hey, kid... WAKATTA WATASHIWA ICHIBAN YO!!!!"
" You stop that or else I'll go and tell mummy!!!!"
"Tell to tell lorhhhh... like I care... hahahahahahahahaha!!!"
"YOU STOP THAT!!!!"
"Oooo... Make me!!!"
"YOU STOP THAT NOW!!!"
"WAKATTA WATASHIWA ICHIBAN YO!!!"
"AAAAAAARRRRGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
It's times like these when I'm truly grateful that my parents didn't subscribe to China's one-child-only policy.
Btw, you know those Paris Hilton wannabes who practically go everywhere with a tiny chihuahua tucked under their armpits? I hate it when I go to some chic eatery and the bimbo at the next table's letting her dog lick bits of cheesecake from the fork.
I love dogs, but I do not fancy the idea of sharing utensils with them. It's downright disgusting, IMHO.
I like to picture myself as the antithesis of "sugar and spice and all things nice". If the law isn't going to ban pets from eateries, I'll take matters into my own hand. I'll get a huge, monstrous pitbull or rottweiler and lug it in the midst of all those dainty chihuahua-toting bimbos.
"Hey, kid... WAKATTA WATASHIWA ICHIBAN YO!!!!"
" You stop that or else I'll go and tell mummy!!!!"
"Tell to tell lorhhhh... like I care... hahahahahahahahaha!!!"
"YOU STOP THAT!!!!"
"Oooo... Make me!!!"
"YOU STOP THAT NOW!!!"
"WAKATTA WATASHIWA ICHIBAN YO!!!"
"AAAAAAARRRRGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
It's times like these when I'm truly grateful that my parents didn't subscribe to China's one-child-only policy.
Btw, you know those Paris Hilton wannabes who practically go everywhere with a tiny chihuahua tucked under their armpits? I hate it when I go to some chic eatery and the bimbo at the next table's letting her dog lick bits of cheesecake from the fork.
I love dogs, but I do not fancy the idea of sharing utensils with them. It's downright disgusting, IMHO.
I like to picture myself as the antithesis of "sugar and spice and all things nice". If the law isn't going to ban pets from eateries, I'll take matters into my own hand. I'll get a huge, monstrous pitbull or rottweiler and lug it in the midst of all those dainty chihuahua-toting bimbos.
Perhaps it would be kinder to publicly announce there and then that my rottweiler is trained to dine on tiny dogs but why ruin a brilliant surprise, aye? *evil grin!*
Monday, January 23, 2006
Sometimes gays are just plain weirdSometimes in life, something so freakishly weird happens to you and leaves you stunned and gobsmacked.
You see, my friend Alexis has the hots for my ex. Which is perfectly fine by me except for one teeny weeny problem.
Alexis is guy. A very, very gay guy.
You see, my friend Alexis has the hots for my ex. Which is perfectly fine by me except for one teeny weeny problem.
Alexis is guy. A very, very gay guy.
Before I broke up with the ex, I suspected that Alexis had something up his sleeve. He would pester me like mad to bring my ex along everytime we went out. Thank goodness my ex wasn't homophobic or anything, or else I bet he would've demanded there and then that I find myself a new set of sane, straight friends.
A couple of nights ago, I was out with Alexis.
Alexis: You still keep in contact with M?
Me: Nope. Break up already, what for still keep in contact?
Alexis: Then you don't mind giving me his number, yea?
Me: *wtf?* Errr.. take it lorh...
Alexis: Oh, wow! Thank you so much!!!
Me: Don't you dare do anything stupid with it.
Alexis: Haiya, I won't lah! Hey, did I ever tell you that M is sooooo hot???
Me: ......
Me: He's straight, okay?
Alexis: Well, darlin'... I guess you'll never know the truth... hehe!
Me: ......
Me: WHATEVER!!! DON'T FORGET THAT I HAD HIM FIRST, YOU STUPID SLUT!!!!
Anyway, Alexis disguised himself as a girl in an sms to lure my ex out for a drink. Of course he failed miserably. Who the hell lures a guy out with phrases like, "My pussy is dripping in anticipation" or "I can't wait to meet you in person and play with your huge schlong"?!?! My poor ex just kept replying Alexis' smses with "You crazy kid! I don't even know you!"
I just sat there and laughed and laughed.
Sometimes I feel that the world is really going to the dogs.
Sunday, January 22, 2006
10 things to do with a dog... pukeMy cousin's post left me ROFL.
"...Anyway, my mum's adamant on getting me a dog. Don't ask me how this crazy idea popped into her head. I've not been asking for it. In fact, I DO NOT want a dog, at least not right now..."
WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
Hey woman, having a dog isn't so bad. If you get a teeny weeny one, you could:
1. Dress up ala Paris Hilton and go traipsing around Miri with your pooch tucked neatly under your armpit.
2. Use it as a guinea pig for erm... "nutritional mind-altering science projects".
3. Tuck in your bra before you go for your weekly weigh-ins. There, you've added a neat 2 kg to your weight and a killer bosom to boot.
4. Let it loose in a predominantly malay area just for fun. At your own risk, of course.
5. Use it as a garbage disposal unit for momma's wholesome, healthful, tasteless cooking.
6. Use it as a backup when your favourite battery-operated toy dies.
7. Use it to sniff out less than savoury boyfriends. If your dog hates your dream guy, ditch him immediately. The guy I mean, not the dog.
8. Make it your bubble bath companion. Just don't expect it to scrub your back for you.
9. Turn it into a scapegoat for all your wrongdoings.
10. Make sure it's a flawless pedigree and sell it for money. (1 purebred yorkie = 1 Coach bag)
"...Anyway, my mum's adamant on getting me a dog. Don't ask me how this crazy idea popped into her head. I've not been asking for it. In fact, I DO NOT want a dog, at least not right now..."
WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
Hey woman, having a dog isn't so bad. If you get a teeny weeny one, you could:
1. Dress up ala Paris Hilton and go traipsing around Miri with your pooch tucked neatly under your armpit.
2. Use it as a guinea pig for erm... "nutritional mind-altering science projects".
3. Tuck in your bra before you go for your weekly weigh-ins. There, you've added a neat 2 kg to your weight and a killer bosom to boot.
4. Let it loose in a predominantly malay area just for fun. At your own risk, of course.
5. Use it as a garbage disposal unit for momma's wholesome, healthful, tasteless cooking.
6. Use it as a backup when your favourite battery-operated toy dies.
7. Use it to sniff out less than savoury boyfriends. If your dog hates your dream guy, ditch him immediately. The guy I mean, not the dog.
8. Make it your bubble bath companion. Just don't expect it to scrub your back for you.
9. Turn it into a scapegoat for all your wrongdoings.
10. Make sure it's a flawless pedigree and sell it for money. (1 purebred yorkie = 1 Coach bag)
Useless piece of info: An old friend of mine once fed beer to a German Shepherd during a party. Amazingly, the dog loved the taste and came back for more. After downing 3/4 of a can, it got pretty drunk and started walking around in a disoriented, crab-like fashion. Finally, it puked.
I miss my bitch
My favourite gay bitch, Pinkboy msged me from New Zealand last night.
Pinkboy: BITCH!! How are you? I miss Kuching so muchhhh!!!!
Me: I'm fine... Come back to Kuching lah!!! CNY visiting won't be the same without you...
Pinkboy: Ya, I know!!! When are you coming to visit me in NZ???
Me: Dunno... you come back to Kuching then we talk about it. How's NZ? Boring?
Pinkboy: Not as boring as Kuching, but I've got no friends here yet.
Me: Weii, when you come back in March, don't forget to buy me something nice, k? Give me some incentive to visit you...
Pinkboy: Cipiets... no $$$$ arh!!!
Me: Work harder then!!! The hospital didn't pay you good money to give syphilitic patients blowjobs, okay!?!
Pinkboy: ..........
Pinkboy: BITCH!! How are you? I miss Kuching so muchhhh!!!!
Me: I'm fine... Come back to Kuching lah!!! CNY visiting won't be the same without you...
Pinkboy: Ya, I know!!! When are you coming to visit me in NZ???
Me: Dunno... you come back to Kuching then we talk about it. How's NZ? Boring?
Pinkboy: Not as boring as Kuching, but I've got no friends here yet.
Me: Weii, when you come back in March, don't forget to buy me something nice, k? Give me some incentive to visit you...
Pinkboy: Cipiets... no $$$$ arh!!!
Me: Work harder then!!! The hospital didn't pay you good money to give syphilitic patients blowjobs, okay!?!
Pinkboy: ..........
Friday, January 20, 2006
TGIF poemToday all I've got to say
Is "Thank god, it's Friday!!!"
Yay yay yay!!!
Hip hip hoorayyyy!!!
We're going on a holiday
We're going off to eat satay
We've already received our pay
Yay yay yay!!!
We're only going to play
Because the weekends are here to stay
You wanna come? Yeah, okay!!
Yay yay yay!!!
Hip hip hoorayyyyyyy!!!
THANK GOD IT IS FRIDAY!!!!!!!
I think this is possibly my lamest, most "boh-liao" post to date.
Thursday, January 19, 2006
Playing tag with a tigerA certain felis tigris by the name of Joe tagged me. Coincidentally, the last animal who tagged me before this was a camel named Joe. Scary, huh?
4 Jobs I've Had In My Life
- Waitress (while waiting for my college results)
- Secondary school English teacher
- Supervisor (for a certain designer coffee outlet)
- Website Editor
4 Movies I Could Watch Over & Over
4 TV Shows I Love(d) To Watch
- Crime Scene Investigation (All 3 versions)
- House, M.D.
- Queer Eye For The Straight Guy
- Whose Line Is It Anyway
4 Places Where I've Lived
- Kuala Lumpur
- Bintulu
- Miri
- Kuching
4 Places I've Been On Vacation To
- China (& Hong Kong)
- Bali
- Thailand
- Singapore
4 Places I Would Rather Be
- On a beach in the south of France
- On a beach in Mauritius
- Anywhere in Paris
- Anywhere in London
4 Of My Favourite Foods
- Sashimi
- Cheese (except blue cheese. eww!)
- Potato Salad
- Croutons
4 Websites I Visit Daily
- Jay: But Enough About You
- Bryanboy: Le Superstar Fabuleux
- Black Jettas: Diary Of The Drama Queens
- Sixthseal
4 Beautiful People Worth Tagging
*Sits back with an angelic smile*
Okay, I nicked a few blogthings from Jeremy's blog to spice up today's boring post. Not that it'll make much difference but being the narcissist that I am...
| Your Inner Blood Type is Type B |
 You follow your own rules in life, even if you change the rules every day. Sure, you tend to be off the wall and unpredictable, but that's what makes you lovable. And even though you're a wild child, you have the tools to be a great success. You are able to concentrate intently - and make the impossible possible. You are most compatible with: B and AB Famous Type B's: Leonardo Di Caprio |
| You Should Drive a Ford Explorer SportTrac |
 Tough and supercharged, you have some rather extreme driving practices. You've been known to intimidate a few drivers. You rule the road. |
| You Should Be A Leo |
 What's good about you: you always speak your mind and aren't scared of anything What's bad about you: you have to be the boss, and you love to control others In love: you enjoy being admired and pampered, but don't always reciprocate In friendship, you're: easy to get along with and the center of attention Your ideal job: member of royalty, TV anchor, or investment banker Your sense of fashion: classic well fitting clothes that last forever You like to pig out on: Greek or Italian food |
| Your Love Element Is Fire |
 In love, you are a true listener and totally present. For you, love is all about feeling more alive than you've ever felt. You attract others with your joy and passion. Your flirting style is defined by your strong ability to communicate. Fun and play are the cornerstones of your love life. And while your flame may burn too brightly, it's part of your appeal. You connect best with: Wood Avoid: Water You and another Fire element: will likely burn out quickly |
Wednesday, January 18, 2006
Malaysians and weddingsLast Monday, Thongs and I attended a friend's wedding dinner. The dinner was suppose to start at 6:30pm, but since both of us were busy career women, the groom allowed us to show up slightly later.
At 6:10pm, I got out of the shower and my handphone rang. It was Thongs.
"Womansie, I'll be at your place in abit."
FUCK.
I hurriedly got dressed and dumped my entire makeup kit (eyeshadow, mascara, eyelash curler, lipstick, hairbrush) in my handbag and went downstairs to wait. Now the thing is, my house is under renovation and the grill doors have been removed, leaving only the glass door which is a real bitch to lock. So I decided to lock the glass door first and wait outside the house.
Fine.
6:15pm and Thongs is nowhere to be seen.
At 6:10pm, I got out of the shower and my handphone rang. It was Thongs.
"Womansie, I'll be at your place in abit."
FUCK.
I hurriedly got dressed and dumped my entire makeup kit (eyeshadow, mascara, eyelash curler, lipstick, hairbrush) in my handbag and went downstairs to wait. Now the thing is, my house is under renovation and the grill doors have been removed, leaving only the glass door which is a real bitch to lock. So I decided to lock the glass door first and wait outside the house.
Fine.
6:15pm and Thongs is nowhere to be seen.
I decided to start on my makeup. Took out my little Emily the Strange mirror and proceeded to apply eyeshadow.
6:20pm and still no Thongs.
Whipped out my mascara and glammed my lashes. A jogger slowed down in front of my house to gawk. I flashed him a dirty look. He got the message and trotted off hurriedly.
Thongs finally arrived at 6:30pm. Yay. I hopped into her big car and put on my heels. The dinner was held at the Golf Club at Petra Jaya, which also happens to be same road to take to go the football stadium. There was a huge traffic jam. I was busily curling my lashes when Thongs started to curse.
Thongs: %$&*!#@%$!& WHY ARE THERE SO MANY CARS?!?!?
Me: Maybe all those people are going to watch football tonight?
Thongs: @$&%#@!&#%!$%&&!@ WE'RE LATE ALREADY!!! BY THE TIME WE REACH THE GOLF CLUB, THE WEDDING WOULD BE OVER!!!!
Me: Haiya, relax lah. Nobody arrives on time at weddings.
Thongs: WHAT ARE WE GOING TO TELL THE GROOM?!?!
Me: Just tell him that we wanted to give him an angpow but we're RM5 short, so we detoured to the football stadium to win ourselves RM5.
Thongs: ...........
Me: And if we arrive AFTER the wedding, tell him that we only managed to win RM4.99 and we were too fucking embarassed to turn up early.
Thongs: BITCH!!!
We got there at almost 7:30pm.
When it comes to wedding dinners, Malaysians will always be Malaysians. Heh.
6:20pm and still no Thongs.
Whipped out my mascara and glammed my lashes. A jogger slowed down in front of my house to gawk. I flashed him a dirty look. He got the message and trotted off hurriedly.
Thongs finally arrived at 6:30pm. Yay. I hopped into her big car and put on my heels. The dinner was held at the Golf Club at Petra Jaya, which also happens to be same road to take to go the football stadium. There was a huge traffic jam. I was busily curling my lashes when Thongs started to curse.
Thongs: %$&*!#@%$!& WHY ARE THERE SO MANY CARS?!?!?
Me: Maybe all those people are going to watch football tonight?
Thongs: @$&%#@!&#%!$%&&!@ WE'RE LATE ALREADY!!! BY THE TIME WE REACH THE GOLF CLUB, THE WEDDING WOULD BE OVER!!!!
Me: Haiya, relax lah. Nobody arrives on time at weddings.
Thongs: WHAT ARE WE GOING TO TELL THE GROOM?!?!
Me: Just tell him that we wanted to give him an angpow but we're RM5 short, so we detoured to the football stadium to win ourselves RM5.
Thongs: ...........
Me: And if we arrive AFTER the wedding, tell him that we only managed to win RM4.99 and we were too fucking embarassed to turn up early.
Thongs: BITCH!!!
We got there at almost 7:30pm.
When it comes to wedding dinners, Malaysians will always be Malaysians. Heh.
Tuesday, January 17, 2006
Two Kuching bloggers worth mentioningTook an alternative blog-hopping route today and landed in the midst of some Kuching bloggers.
Wow.
Boil it down to sheer narcissism/laziness/whatever, but before this I can frankly admit that I know less than 10 bloggers from my hometown.
Anyway, I was just randomly clicking links from one blog to another (hey, it pays to have a catchy blog name) and I stumbled upon two local blogs worth mentioning.
1. Joel Sia :: this so called life
Thanks to kennysia, I think it has been firmly embedded in my subconscious mind that any blog written by a person with the surname Sia must be read-worthy. Thankfully, I have not been proven wrong (yet). Joel is absolutely hilarious. Check two of his tongue-in-cheek entries: feng shui wallet and ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥.
This guy is the younger brother of my ex-classmate in primary school, Isaac. In contrast with Joel, Cletus's blog is more personal with raw streaks of angsty emo-ness in it. But I like it because he has a way of weaving poetry in his words, and the overall combination is stunning. The only complaint I have is that he uses light gray words against a white background, so it's a tad difficult to read. But I just do a mouseover highlight on the words and it's okay after that. My favourite entries from Cletus's blog are: Tribute (to his older brother) and Flingamajig (where he REALLY weaves poetry in his words).
My cousin Irene has been posting a number of suzi9mm's pics in her blog. Thank you woman, you've succeeded in getting me hooked.
james dean
Copyright: suzi9mm
never hesitate
Copyright: suzi9mm
How can you not love works of art like these?
Pedantic... goldfishes... being anal
pe·dan·tic
adj.
adj.
Characterized by a narrow, often ostentatious concern for book learning and formal rules: a pedantic attention to details.
Like Ems, I don't like to read pedantic blogs. I don't like pedantic commenters either. Floating somewhere out there, there's this certain blogger and his little harem of female commenters who devote themselves to posting sweet, gentle, perfume-scented comments. I believe their ultimate goal is make him happy eventhough he occasionally writes generic crap that would seriously put my goldfish to sleep.
Speaking of goldfishes, I'm considering getting one or two as pets. I like goldfishes. They're small. They're cute. They swim in a nice, leisurely fashion. And best of all, they're totally responsive to food. My last goldfishes would actually swim to the surface and attempt to nibble my fingers. Btw, I only like pearlscale goldfishes. They're just so fat and adorable, and they look like spotted candy.
Yesterday, I was being anal and complaining about not getting any wedding fruitcake-in-a-box.
"But anal can be good too," Tigerjoe commented.
Take note peoplesie: I like alot of things starting with 'S', but sodomy doesn't happen to be one of them.
I read somewhere that having anal sex feels like having your asshole ripped apart by a jackhammer. Ouch.
My imagination has absolutely zero tolerance for pain.
"But anal can be good too," Tigerjoe commented.
Take note peoplesie: I like alot of things starting with 'S', but sodomy doesn't happen to be one of them.
I read somewhere that having anal sex feels like having your asshole ripped apart by a jackhammer. Ouch.
My imagination has absolutely zero tolerance for pain.
When you least expect it...
... something smacks you hard in the face and makes you go...
"Oh my sainted aunt... Kurt Low is soooo cute!!!"
"Oh my sainted aunt... Kurt Low is soooo cute!!!"
Copyright: kurtlow.com
It's not the hair. It's not the eyes. It's definitely the smile. I'm a sucker for cheeky grins.
I think sometimes when you're going through a dry patch in your life, suddenly almost every guy looks alot better than they actually are.
Great... now not only am I anal, but I'm mean as well. Heh.
I should like to get high. Pass the helium balloons, please.
Monday, January 16, 2006
I want the wedding cake..!!I was at a wedding dinner last night. After I got home, I realized that something didn't feel *right*.
Then it hit me. There was no customary little-fruitcake-in-the-box to take home.
Hmm.
But last night, there was no little pink boxes of happiness. *gloom*
I'm so crapped-out right now, I feel like calling the groom up and bawl at him for not preparing take-home gifts.
Yes, I'm being anal today.
Thank god it's lunchtime.
Then it hit me. There was no customary little-fruitcake-in-the-box to take home.
Hmm.
I don't usually eat the wedding fruitcake but I like to bring it home and store it in the fridge. It makes me happy to see a tiny pink or red box tied with a dainty ribbon whenever I open the fridge door. I also enjoy looking at the old-school wedding biscuits - those sweet, honeyed chunks coated with nuts and sesame seeds.
But last night, there was no little pink boxes of happiness. *gloom*
I'm so crapped-out right now, I feel like calling the groom up and bawl at him for not preparing take-home gifts.
Yes, I'm being anal today.
Thank god it's lunchtime.
Sunday, January 15, 2006
I've been tagged by a camelGot tagged by a camel named JoeC on a word based meme. I have to write an entry of between 100-200 words, with these words have to be included once, and only once:
- I
- me
- blowjob
- grapes
- random
- power
- loneliness
- water
- robot
- blue
He was stark naked, elegantly sprawled over the leopard-print couch with a flute of champagne held neatly between his thumb and index finger.
Surveying the bevy of exotic bikini-clad babes lounging lazily around the pool, he expertly picked out the blonde one with the tightest piece of ass this side of Scandinavia. "C'mere babe," he drawled, "I am feelin' verrryyy horny. Get on your fuckin' knees and give me a blowjob."
Little Miss Tight-Ass got out of the warm, blue-tinted water and sauntered over, her moist mouth framed by luscious lips marked the beginnings of truly good things to come.
He sighed happily. Life is great when you've got power and wealth - minus the loneliness, and random hot chicks to feed you grapes laced with the sweetest pussy juice. Now, if only he could last forever in this hedonistic dreamlike reality...
"Fuck, now that's impossible..." he groaned silently, "I'm no freakin' robot..."
-The End-
To the following people:
You've been tagged! Now get your braincells cracking, you lot! *evil grin!*
Thursday, January 12, 2006
Terrapins... pointing at the moon
Did you know that if a terrapin bites you, it wouldn't let go. Not even if you take out a knife and chop off its head. The terrapin will only release its hold when the thunder roars.
I remembered my grandmother warning me not to point at the moon when I was little. She said that it was disrespectful and if I ever did point at the moon, the moon god would cut my ears as a punishment.
I remembered being thoroughly fascinated by this form of retribution. One night I decided to take matters into my own hand. I walked outside to the garden. Looked up at the glowing full moon in the dark, starry sky. And defiantly, I pointed at it.
A few minutes later I touched my ear. No changes.
Smiling gleefully, I went to bed.
The next morning I woke up feeling odd. Instinctively I touched my ear. Imagine my surprise and horror went I felt a something crusty at the joint between my earlobes and my neck. There were teeny bits of dried blood on fingers.
It was definitely a cut. Painless, but nevertheless a cut.
I freaked out.
I didn't dare to tell my mum, fearing that she would give me the usual "I-told-you-so" lecture. Telling my grandmother was definitely out of the question. So I quietly hunted down my dad and poured out the whole story to him. Luckily, he was quite sympathetic. "Nonsense, " he soothed me, "You must have accidentally scratched yourself while you were sleeping."
I was appeased and ended up forgetting the whole incident until a few years later, I happened to ask my sister whether she believed in old folks' tales.
She replied, "Yes. Don't point at the moon. Ever."
O_o
Apparently, she followed my footsteps and ended up getting her ear nicked too. Not only her, my aunt did the same when she was little. And so did my ex-housemate. All came away with the same results.
Eerie coincidence?
I remembered my grandmother warning me not to point at the moon when I was little. She said that it was disrespectful and if I ever did point at the moon, the moon god would cut my ears as a punishment.
I remembered being thoroughly fascinated by this form of retribution. One night I decided to take matters into my own hand. I walked outside to the garden. Looked up at the glowing full moon in the dark, starry sky. And defiantly, I pointed at it.
A few minutes later I touched my ear. No changes.
Smiling gleefully, I went to bed.
The next morning I woke up feeling odd. Instinctively I touched my ear. Imagine my surprise and horror went I felt a something crusty at the joint between my earlobes and my neck. There were teeny bits of dried blood on fingers.
It was definitely a cut. Painless, but nevertheless a cut.
I freaked out.
I didn't dare to tell my mum, fearing that she would give me the usual "I-told-you-so" lecture. Telling my grandmother was definitely out of the question. So I quietly hunted down my dad and poured out the whole story to him. Luckily, he was quite sympathetic. "Nonsense, " he soothed me, "You must have accidentally scratched yourself while you were sleeping."
I was appeased and ended up forgetting the whole incident until a few years later, I happened to ask my sister whether she believed in old folks' tales.
She replied, "Yes. Don't point at the moon. Ever."
O_o
Apparently, she followed my footsteps and ended up getting her ear nicked too. Not only her, my aunt did the same when she was little. And so did my ex-housemate. All came away with the same results.
Eerie coincidence?
I've been whacked
I've been meme-ly whacked by both Jeremy C and Itsy Weensy Bytes. I'm not going to pass the love for this one. Consider yourselves lucky. Grrr.
What were you doing 10 years ago?
I was in Form 4, tattooing my name on the edge of the desk using a compass. Oh, and sleeping throughout boring Physics lessons every morning.
What were you doing 1 year ago?
I was decorating the house for Chinese New Year. Also, I was trying very hard to adapt to life back in Kuching after working outstation for a more than a year.
What were you doing 10 years ago?
I was in Form 4, tattooing my name on the edge of the desk using a compass. Oh, and sleeping throughout boring Physics lessons every morning.
What were you doing 1 year ago?
I was decorating the house for Chinese New Year. Also, I was trying very hard to adapt to life back in Kuching after working outstation for a more than a year.
5 snacks I enjoy...
- Jacob's Bites: Blazing BBQ
- Pizza-flavoured pretzels
- Twisties: Original Cheese
- Cheezels
- Pringles: Sour Cream & Original
5 songs I know all the lyrics off my head right now...
- Parokya Ni Edgar - Harana
- Train - Drops of Jupiter
- Maroon 5 - She Will Be Loved
- Marcy Playground - Sex & Candy
- Gavin DeGraw - Chariot
5 things I would do if I am a millionaire...
- Put half a million in the fixed deposit and live off the interest
- Send my parents for a trip anywhere in the world
- Buy a house
- Buy a car
- Donate whatever's left to SSPCA
- Arrogant
- Potty-mouthed
- Insensitive
- Impatient
- Intolerant of people whom I think are downright stupid
5 things I love to do...
- Sleep
- Travel
- Laugh
- Go for sashimi and oysters
- Come up with random crap
5 things you would never wear, buy or get new again...
- Carrot-cut jeans
- Renoma and Pierre Cardin undies
- Bicycle shorts
- Anything fluorescent-coloured
- My school uniform
5 favourite "toys"...
- My battery-operated whatchamcallit
- My car
- My make-up kit, especially my mascara
- My laptop
- My handphone
5 things you'd do in 2006
- Enjoy myself
- Enjoy myself
- Enjoy myself
- Enjoy myself
- Enjoy myself even more
Then you select five people to pass it on:
- You who's reading this
- Your mother
- Your father
- Your lazy co-worker
- Your stupid fatass neighbour
Wednesday, January 11, 2006
Religious differences... are spookyYvy's take on how society view divorced women is a pretty good one.
Okay, on a similarly different note... I'm Chinese and Kel's Malay.
I hate the way some of his friends do a doubletake whenever they discover he's not dating someone his own kind. I hate it when we go visiting and someone offers me a cookie and I decline nicely and that dolt starts saying, "In our culture, it's polite to take food offered to you bla bla bla..."
Fuck it.
If I was damn insensitive, I'd prolly retort, "In MY culture, we eat pork like nobody's business. Would you like to come over for dinner one of these days?" Or I'll borrow someone's little Chihuahua and carry it ala Paris Hilton for Hari Raya visiting. Hmph.
Sometimes my parents can be real mindscrewers as well.
My dad keeps telling me that if I convert, I'll lose all my privileges amd religous freedom. I know that Islam is a one way street religion - once in, you can never get out. The no-pork, no-dogs rule is the least of my concern. The real problem comes in if the marriage fails and I'm stuck with an unwanted religion. Worse of all, when I die I have to be buried coffin-less in a Muslim cemetery. Fine, I can do without the coffin if it means saving a tree or two, but I definitely DO NOT want to be buried. I want to be cremated.
I realized that if everyone was cremated, there would be no such thing as resurrected corpses, zombies, jiang-shi (Chinese hopping vampires), hantu pocong, toyol etc.
I love ghost stories, horror movies, and anything to do with the paranormal. I remember playing the Ouija board at late at night with a few friends at the Civic Centre (located next to a Chinese cemetery). At first I thought it was a farce because the coin wouldn't move until one of the guys confessed to having a Chinese protection talisman in his pocket. I remember a certain ex-friend of mine, let's call her Dwarf, who had a certain "talent" for seeing things - an extra person in the elevator, a bunch of patients at the dentists when all we could see was the receptionist, a little girl floating outside the second-floor window...
One night two years ago, a few of us including Dwarf went for a drink at Lake Park. Now, Lake Park is considered a rather "dirty" place. I'm not too sure why, but I realized that Dwarf usually walked super-fast to the cafe without looking up. I decided to ask her that night.
"Hey, why are you walking so fast? Wait for us!"
She gritted her teeth and mumbled, "Haiyerrr... got... got... THINGS lerrr...!!"
"Ooo..."
So we all sat down at the table and ordered our drinks. We were chatting away happily when suddenly Dwarf became subdued. Looking at me, she mumbled, "The table behind you. They're watching us. Listening to us talk."
Not daring to turn back, I cursed quietly, "Oh fuck... they're still there?"
Dwarf nodded.
Suddenly I felt as if someone poured a whole bucket of freezing ice water down by neck and back. Electrified, I jerked up and shrieked.
"FUCK!!! WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!?! GET IT OFF MY BACK!!! GET IT OFF MY BACK NOWWWW!!!!"
I remembered hunched over at the table, screaming and screaming with my eyes shut tight and my hands covering the back my neck while my two puzzled guy friends eyed me nervously. Then Dwarf spoke, "It's okay... it's okay... the thing just walked past behind you and brushed your neck. It's gone now."
Okay, on a similarly different note... I'm Chinese and Kel's Malay.
I hate the way some of his friends do a doubletake whenever they discover he's not dating someone his own kind. I hate it when we go visiting and someone offers me a cookie and I decline nicely and that dolt starts saying, "In our culture, it's polite to take food offered to you bla bla bla..."
Fuck it.
If I was damn insensitive, I'd prolly retort, "In MY culture, we eat pork like nobody's business. Would you like to come over for dinner one of these days?" Or I'll borrow someone's little Chihuahua and carry it ala Paris Hilton for Hari Raya visiting. Hmph.
Like I said, I could never pass up the opportunity to pimp the lovely Hilton heiress.
Sometimes my parents can be real mindscrewers as well.
My dad keeps telling me that if I convert, I'll lose all my privileges amd religous freedom. I know that Islam is a one way street religion - once in, you can never get out. The no-pork, no-dogs rule is the least of my concern. The real problem comes in if the marriage fails and I'm stuck with an unwanted religion. Worse of all, when I die I have to be buried coffin-less in a Muslim cemetery. Fine, I can do without the coffin if it means saving a tree or two, but I definitely DO NOT want to be buried. I want to be cremated.
I realized that if everyone was cremated, there would be no such thing as resurrected corpses, zombies, jiang-shi (Chinese hopping vampires), hantu pocong, toyol etc.
I love ghost stories, horror movies, and anything to do with the paranormal. I remember playing the Ouija board at late at night with a few friends at the Civic Centre (located next to a Chinese cemetery). At first I thought it was a farce because the coin wouldn't move until one of the guys confessed to having a Chinese protection talisman in his pocket. I remember a certain ex-friend of mine, let's call her Dwarf, who had a certain "talent" for seeing things - an extra person in the elevator, a bunch of patients at the dentists when all we could see was the receptionist, a little girl floating outside the second-floor window...
One night two years ago, a few of us including Dwarf went for a drink at Lake Park. Now, Lake Park is considered a rather "dirty" place. I'm not too sure why, but I realized that Dwarf usually walked super-fast to the cafe without looking up. I decided to ask her that night.
"Hey, why are you walking so fast? Wait for us!"
She gritted her teeth and mumbled, "Haiyerrr... got... got... THINGS lerrr...!!"
"Ooo..."
So we all sat down at the table and ordered our drinks. We were chatting away happily when suddenly Dwarf became subdued. Looking at me, she mumbled, "The table behind you. They're watching us. Listening to us talk."
Not daring to turn back, I cursed quietly, "Oh fuck... they're still there?"
Dwarf nodded.
Suddenly I felt as if someone poured a whole bucket of freezing ice water down by neck and back. Electrified, I jerked up and shrieked.
"FUCK!!! WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!?! GET IT OFF MY BACK!!! GET IT OFF MY BACK NOWWWW!!!!"
I remembered hunched over at the table, screaming and screaming with my eyes shut tight and my hands covering the back my neck while my two puzzled guy friends eyed me nervously. Then Dwarf spoke, "It's okay... it's okay... the thing just walked past behind you and brushed your neck. It's gone now."
So freaky... *shudders*
Tuesday, January 10, 2006
Sometimes I find myself... blur at 6:50amSometimes I find myself wanting, waiting, wishing for something.. someone.. that I very well know I can't have and that effing sucks.
Sometimes I find myself walking the thin line between feeling too much and ending up getting hurt or being a cold-hearted, selfish bitch.
Sometimes I find myself coherently delusional, "It's going to be alright..." when I know deep down inside that things can only get worse.
Sometimes I find myself taking more than I give or giving more than I take and people are giving me dirty, evil looks but I'm having wayyyy too much fun to stop.
Sometimes I find myself saying sorry but I know I don't mean it. It's just a temporary transit point from now to the next wrongdoing.
Sometimes I find myself walking the thin line between feeling too much and ending up getting hurt or being a cold-hearted, selfish bitch.
Sometimes I find myself coherently delusional, "It's going to be alright..." when I know deep down inside that things can only get worse.
Sometimes I find myself taking more than I give or giving more than I take and people are giving me dirty, evil looks but I'm having wayyyy too much fun to stop.
Sometimes I find myself saying sorry but I know I don't mean it. It's just a temporary transit point from now to the next wrongdoing.
My handphone alarm rang at 6:50am. Bleary-eyed, I switched it on and immediately an sms from Robin appeared in my inbox.
"Can you ask Rozie to come to my wedding?"
I typed out my reply, "I just woke up. Will let you know later."
Then, I typed out a new sms to Rozie, "Womansie, Robin asked if you can make it to his wedding next Monday. Let me know."
Guess what happened after that.
I sent the sms to Robin.
And I went back to sleep.
"Can you ask Rozie to come to my wedding?"
I typed out my reply, "I just woke up. Will let you know later."
Then, I typed out a new sms to Rozie, "Womansie, Robin asked if you can make it to his wedding next Monday. Let me know."
Guess what happened after that.
I sent the sms to Robin.
And I went back to sleep.
Sunday, January 08, 2006
I have come to realizeI have come to realize that plinky is an evil meme monster and yvy is the evil meme monster-lord.
I have come to realize that skankypuss melancholy thongs can probably eat more raw oysters in one sitting than anyone else in blogsphere.
I have come to realize that canine-loving snglguy lives in Manila, which is definitely on my Top 10 Destinations I Want To Visit list.
I have come to realize that by working in Singapore, Beer Brat has deprived one poor kiasu Singaporean of a job.
I have come to realize that bryanboy is the gay male equivalent of Paris Hilton but that doesn't stop me from lovin' him.
Copyright: http://www.paris-hilton-hottest-pictures.com/
Sigh. I can never pass up the opportunity to pimp the delectable Miss Hilton.
I have come to realize that Jay is a wicked narcissistic gay nut with england more powderful than mine, but that that doesn't stop me from lovin' him either.
I have come to realize that Spot is right: When life gives you lemons, you can do better than just lemonade - make yourself the best darn banana lemon cream pie that's ever been served.
I have come to realize that thanks to my cousin chienne, I have expanded my blog-reading list to include YC (black jetta), tekhnikolor projector, and occasionally louyau.net. And I learned that Cipram, Prozac and other anti-depressants can cause sexual dysfunction. My doctor friend Aaron also said so. Sigh.
I have realized that I used to read and/or comment on minishorts, lainie, SPG, and simontalks but now I don't. Maybe I will some day. I still follow kennysia, sixthseal, loopy meals and the Singaporean posse: mrbrown, finicky feline, rockson, xiaxue. Lately, I've added Jeremy C and Karen Cheng to my list.
I have realized that coffee doesn't keep me awake at night, but I'm still too chicken to order an iced latte after 6pm. Sigh. Okay fine, one iced latte please... and make the damn thing decaf.
I have realized that this meme, like me, is purely narcissistic.
I have come to realize that skankypuss melancholy thongs can probably eat more raw oysters in one sitting than anyone else in blogsphere.
I have come to realize that canine-loving snglguy lives in Manila, which is definitely on my Top 10 Destinations I Want To Visit list.
I have come to realize that by working in Singapore, Beer Brat has deprived one poor kiasu Singaporean of a job.
I have come to realize that bryanboy is the gay male equivalent of Paris Hilton but that doesn't stop me from lovin' him.
Copyright: http://www.paris-hilton-hottest-pictures.com/Sigh. I can never pass up the opportunity to pimp the delectable Miss Hilton.
I have come to realize that Jay is a wicked narcissistic gay nut with england more powderful than mine, but that that doesn't stop me from lovin' him either.
I have come to realize that Spot is right: When life gives you lemons, you can do better than just lemonade - make yourself the best darn banana lemon cream pie that's ever been served.
I have come to realize that thanks to my cousin chienne, I have expanded my blog-reading list to include YC (black jetta), tekhnikolor projector, and occasionally louyau.net. And I learned that Cipram, Prozac and other anti-depressants can cause sexual dysfunction. My doctor friend Aaron also said so. Sigh.
I have realized that I used to read and/or comment on minishorts, lainie, SPG, and simontalks but now I don't. Maybe I will some day. I still follow kennysia, sixthseal, loopy meals and the Singaporean posse: mrbrown, finicky feline, rockson, xiaxue. Lately, I've added Jeremy C and Karen Cheng to my list.
I have realized that coffee doesn't keep me awake at night, but I'm still too chicken to order an iced latte after 6pm. Sigh. Okay fine, one iced latte please... and make the damn thing decaf.
I have realized that this meme, like me, is purely narcissistic.
Self-lovers, go tag yourself.
Saturday, January 07, 2006
King Kong
I went to watch King Kong just now with Ems. Yes, I know I'm so outdated when it comes to movies. I was hoping to catch Narnia originally, but since Ems has watched it, we settled on King Kong instead. We're prolly the last two dolts on Earth who hasn't watched the tale of giant ape.
The movie was... okay. I only enjoyed the gory bits. The first hour of the movie was rubbish - it should be renamed "The Boring Journey To Skull Island". Anyway, I realized that King Kong is a rather racist movie. The ape ate all the black, ugly natives on the island but spared the life of a beautiful white bimbo. Wow. But then again, the natives were really butt-ugly so maybe they deserved to be eaten. I also noticed signs of latent bestiality but let's just not go there, shall we?
But I adored the velociraptors. Did anyone notice the comical shit-eating grins on their faces? They looked like they were laughing maniacally and having the time of their lives!! So adorable!!
The movie was... okay. I only enjoyed the gory bits. The first hour of the movie was rubbish - it should be renamed "The Boring Journey To Skull Island". Anyway, I realized that King Kong is a rather racist movie. The ape ate all the black, ugly natives on the island but spared the life of a beautiful white bimbo. Wow. But then again, the natives were really butt-ugly so maybe they deserved to be eaten. I also noticed signs of latent bestiality but let's just not go there, shall we?
But I adored the velociraptors. Did anyone notice the comical shit-eating grins on their faces? They looked like they were laughing maniacally and having the time of their lives!! So adorable!!
I was abit disturbed at the way the planes were firing blindly at the ape's back... what a way to ruin good fur. If I had my way with the ending, I would have Denham (Jack Black) skin King Kong and make about 100 pieces of luxurious silverback gorilla fur coats. Delicious.
Thursday, January 05, 2006
Emo guys should just kill themselvesToday I shall direct all my scath and loathing towards emo guys because they disgust me.
It is so not okay for men to cry in front of other people. Especially in front emophobes like me. Fuck lah, what good are your tears? Can sell for money, meh? Can put food on the table, meh? Save your pathetic sorrow and go vent it on a punching bag or in the gym like REAL MEN do. And if you absolutely have to turn on the waterworks, please do it in the privacy of your soundproofed 6ft underground crypt.
Emo guys write stupid emo poetry, which is fine by me just so long as they don't blatantly display their bloody works hoping to elicit sympathy. But poetry is better than tears because if the emo poet decides in a fit of drunken haziness to sell his ramblings to Hallmark and they buy the crap, the money can be used to put food on the table. Yes, I know it's impossible, but it's better than screaming at the sad truth in their face and watching them cower and cry.
Emo guys tend to be PMS-sy over the most idiotic things: They call a girl and she doesn't pick up the phone. Man U lost to *gasp!* Sunderland. The coffeeshop only serves Pepsi because they ran out of Coke. The steak is slightly overdone. Emo guys get so anal over stupid shit like this, it makes me wanna grit my teeth and stuff an entire crate of Coke up their asses.
Sometimes I wonder how can guys even justify the need to be emo. For crissakes, guys don't have to deal with emo-inducing stuff like periods, pregancies, menopause etc. "But we have to work hard to feed the family!!" you wail. Well, boo hoo... that's just so fucking lame. Zillions of women are doing the same thing so do me a favour and find another more feasible excuse.
And if you can't do that, then you should consider hanging yourselves in the playground. After all, it's better to die in the midst of little kids whose natural emo-levels are on par with yours.
Alternatively you can follow Maddox's guide on how to kill yourself like a man. 100 manly points to you if you use method #3.
Last night I had to send my friend home because his car was in the workshop. On the way back, he started rehashing details of his failed lovelife.
He: She said that if I ever come knocking on her door again, she'll let me in... because she knows that I'll be hers forever.
Me: Uh.. okay.
He: Can you believe it, I was so touched by her words. I actually cried when I got home.
Me: *starts rooting around in my handbag* Uh.. here, take this.
He: A TAMPON?!?!?!
Me: Yeah. You obviously need it more than I do, you stupid wuss.
It is so not okay for men to cry in front of other people. Especially in front emophobes like me. Fuck lah, what good are your tears? Can sell for money, meh? Can put food on the table, meh? Save your pathetic sorrow and go vent it on a punching bag or in the gym like REAL MEN do. And if you absolutely have to turn on the waterworks, please do it in the privacy of your soundproofed 6ft underground crypt.
Emo guys write stupid emo poetry, which is fine by me just so long as they don't blatantly display their bloody works hoping to elicit sympathy. But poetry is better than tears because if the emo poet decides in a fit of drunken haziness to sell his ramblings to Hallmark and they buy the crap, the money can be used to put food on the table. Yes, I know it's impossible, but it's better than screaming at the sad truth in their face and watching them cower and cry.
Emo guys tend to be PMS-sy over the most idiotic things: They call a girl and she doesn't pick up the phone. Man U lost to *gasp!* Sunderland. The coffeeshop only serves Pepsi because they ran out of Coke. The steak is slightly overdone. Emo guys get so anal over stupid shit like this, it makes me wanna grit my teeth and stuff an entire crate of Coke up their asses.
Sometimes I wonder how can guys even justify the need to be emo. For crissakes, guys don't have to deal with emo-inducing stuff like periods, pregancies, menopause etc. "But we have to work hard to feed the family!!" you wail. Well, boo hoo... that's just so fucking lame. Zillions of women are doing the same thing so do me a favour and find another more feasible excuse.
And if you can't do that, then you should consider hanging yourselves in the playground. After all, it's better to die in the midst of little kids whose natural emo-levels are on par with yours.
Alternatively you can follow Maddox's guide on how to kill yourself like a man. 100 manly points to you if you use method #3.
Last night I had to send my friend home because his car was in the workshop. On the way back, he started rehashing details of his failed lovelife.
He: She said that if I ever come knocking on her door again, she'll let me in... because she knows that I'll be hers forever.
Me: Uh.. okay.
He: Can you believe it, I was so touched by her words. I actually cried when I got home.
Me: *starts rooting around in my handbag* Uh.. here, take this.
He: A TAMPON?!?!?!
Me: Yeah. You obviously need it more than I do, you stupid wuss.
Wednesday, January 04, 2006
Parental approvalMy parents will be spending CNY in Phnom Penh, while my sister and I will be spending CNY in our half-renovated house. It's not that we weren't invited to join them, but my sis (the paranoid super-hardworking student) kept moaning about how she would never be able to finish her college assignments on time if she went for the trip. I, on the other hand, simply said that my research report deadline was too near.
My little white lie.
Truth is, Kel is coming down to Kch during the CNY hols but my parents do not know.
Anywayyyy, after I got home last night, I went up to my parents room to chat with them for abit.
Mum: Girl-ah... do you think Kel can come down to Kch for CNY?
Me: *Suspiciously* No... I don't think so. Why...?
Mum: No lah, I just thought that it would be better if he could come. It's safer to have a man around the house while we're away.
Me: *OMG OMG OMG!!!!* O_o
My bottom jaw literally dropped. I was so bloody shocked. My mum has never in her whole entire life allowed me to let a guy into my bedroom (even just to chat) or share a hotel room with a guy (Aaron is an exception, though. My mum's prolly more worried for him than me. LOL!)
Me: If like that, where is he going to stay? Our house ah?
Mum: Yalor. If not, where?
OMFGWTFBBQ!! *Squeeeaaaaalll!!!!*
Effing parental approval. Literally.
My little white lie.
Truth is, Kel is coming down to Kch during the CNY hols but my parents do not know.
Anywayyyy, after I got home last night, I went up to my parents room to chat with them for abit.
Mum: Girl-ah... do you think Kel can come down to Kch for CNY?
Me: *Suspiciously* No... I don't think so. Why...?
Mum: No lah, I just thought that it would be better if he could come. It's safer to have a man around the house while we're away.
Me: *OMG OMG OMG!!!!* O_o
My bottom jaw literally dropped. I was so bloody shocked. My mum has never in her whole entire life allowed me to let a guy into my bedroom (even just to chat) or share a hotel room with a guy (Aaron is an exception, though. My mum's prolly more worried for him than me. LOL!)
Me: If like that, where is he going to stay? Our house ah?
Mum: Yalor. If not, where?
OMFGWTFBBQ!! *Squeeeaaaaalll!!!!*
Effing parental approval. Literally.
Fur fetish
I think I was the only commenter in Yvy's post who's pro-fur. Blame it on bryanboy for awakening my inner fur fetish.
Sorry PETA fans... but this girl here loves animal fur, especially silver fox fur... And I think bryanboy's Willam (the name of the fox stole) is absolutely, fantastically gorgeous.
Yeah so I heard they torture those poor animals to death with rectal and vaginal probes so that the fur won't get damaged in the process or they just skin the animals alive... but that's beside the point.
Read my lips: You're not against people who wear fur. You're against the cruel methods used to obtain the fur.
"But if you don't buy fur, those cutesy wootsy animals wouldn't have to die!!!" you wail.
Rubbish.
What's the difference between an Eskimo clubbing a baby seal to death for its meat or a fur hunter clubbing a baby seal to death for its fur? It's the methods, people.. read: methods. Not the purpose. If we were to champion for the purpose, then each and everyone of you should just become a vegetarian. An animal is an animal is a living creature with feelings. Animals bred for consumption also feel pain when they are being slaughtered. So there.
If KFC can breed their naked chickens for consumption and get away with it, why can't we do the same for the fur industry? If I could, I'd gladly breed foxes, lynxes, minks etc purely for commercial purposes. No need to hire illegal poachers to gun them down in the wild. And just to please PETA fans, I'll put them to sleep before stripping them of their fur. See... painless death. And so humane as well.
Actually, come to think of it... it's all a matter of perspective. In Yvy's eyes, farm animals are bred for consumption, meaning that it's totally okay to slaughter chickens, cows, etc for meat. Fair enough. But in the eyes of a VEGETARIAN, meat is murder. So who is right and who is wrong?
*Shrugs*
All I know is that wearing synthetic fur is psychologically icky, but that's just my inner snob speaking. Heh.
Monday, January 02, 2006
Of friends in love and unconditional friendshipThis post may or may not be a sensitive one, but I'm sure most of you have faced this kind of situation, so yes... I can safely say I am generalizing here.
*Clears throat, flexes fingers*
Consider a... situation. A relationship kinda situation - where there's a girl and guy involved. One of them or maybe both of them are your friend(s) and all of you had muchos fun together. But that was when both of them were single.
Now they are together. And things are very, very different.
It's not so much of Mr Guy or Miss Girl going all moonie-eyed over their respective partners. After all, doesn't nearly every lovestruck person do that for the first six months (or maybe more) of the relationship? It's not so much of personal rantings when things sour temporarily. After all, what are friends for, right?
It's more of a "I have a separate life now and I'm sorry but I don't have time for any of my friends anymore" issue. Yes, it is an all-too-common syndrome. Girly novels harp on it all the time. The worst part is that it takes a huge toll on friendship. Common friends are immediately demoted a level lower. Sad, but true.
Unconditional friendship is one of the hardest things to have and maintain. Fiercely loyal, we stick by you through thick and thin. Defend you when you're being dissed. Listen to you when you need to rant and rave. Offer you free advice. We may or may not berate you when you don't listen and continue to make avoidable mistakes, but we still don't give up on you. Instead, we repeat out unrelenting cycle of cheering you up, giving you support, making sure you can stand up on your own again. And what do we expect in return? Nothing. Or maybe we do - your happiness. But that's not such a bad thing isn't it?
Most importantly, we respect your final decision on matters of the heart. We may not like it, but we still have the grace to hold our peace and remain diplomatic. To keep our opinions to ourselves. To seemingly act unconcerned but still we are compelled to keep one ear tuned to your life through some invisible connection.
And that, my friend, is unconditional friendship.
*Clears throat, flexes fingers*
Consider a... situation. A relationship kinda situation - where there's a girl and guy involved. One of them or maybe both of them are your friend(s) and all of you had muchos fun together. But that was when both of them were single.
Now they are together. And things are very, very different.
It's not so much of Mr Guy or Miss Girl going all moonie-eyed over their respective partners. After all, doesn't nearly every lovestruck person do that for the first six months (or maybe more) of the relationship? It's not so much of personal rantings when things sour temporarily. After all, what are friends for, right?
It's more of a "I have a separate life now and I'm sorry but I don't have time for any of my friends anymore" issue. Yes, it is an all-too-common syndrome. Girly novels harp on it all the time. The worst part is that it takes a huge toll on friendship. Common friends are immediately demoted a level lower. Sad, but true.
Unconditional friendship is one of the hardest things to have and maintain. Fiercely loyal, we stick by you through thick and thin. Defend you when you're being dissed. Listen to you when you need to rant and rave. Offer you free advice. We may or may not berate you when you don't listen and continue to make avoidable mistakes, but we still don't give up on you. Instead, we repeat out unrelenting cycle of cheering you up, giving you support, making sure you can stand up on your own again. And what do we expect in return? Nothing. Or maybe we do - your happiness. But that's not such a bad thing isn't it?
Most importantly, we respect your final decision on matters of the heart. We may not like it, but we still have the grace to hold our peace and remain diplomatic. To keep our opinions to ourselves. To seemingly act unconcerned but still we are compelled to keep one ear tuned to your life through some invisible connection.
And that, my friend, is unconditional friendship.
Sunday, January 01, 2006
Real-life drama at 1:40amMy neighbour's youngest daughter (15 yrs old) ran away from home at 1:30am just now. I was helping my mum book airtickets online when suddenly we heard a frantic ringing on the doorbell and a lady was shouting outside our gate. Before that, my mum heard some shoutings coming from next door but we didn't know what was going on.
The girl's mother told us that her daughter spent alot of money on clothes today and upon receiving a scolding from her mum, she lost her temper and ran out of the house. Her mother thought she just ran down the road but my dad and sis saw the girl enter a dark-coloured van with curtained windows and lots of people inside. Then the van sped away.
The hysterical mother wanted to borrow our car to look for the daughter but my mum was secretly reluctant to lend it to her because she was afraid the over-emotional lady might lose control while driving. So now both my parents and my neighbour are out on search and rescue mission.
Soooo dramatic, but I sincerely hope that everything ends well... *crosses fingers*
The girl's mother told us that her daughter spent alot of money on clothes today and upon receiving a scolding from her mum, she lost her temper and ran out of the house. Her mother thought she just ran down the road but my dad and sis saw the girl enter a dark-coloured van with curtained windows and lots of people inside. Then the van sped away.
The hysterical mother wanted to borrow our car to look for the daughter but my mum was secretly reluctant to lend it to her because she was afraid the over-emotional lady might lose control while driving. So now both my parents and my neighbour are out on search and rescue mission.
Soooo dramatic, but I sincerely hope that everything ends well... *crosses fingers*
