Hedonistics Anonymous
Thursday, June 29, 2006
An ode to myselffeelings are nothing
but a commodity
to be traded again
and again
across the relationship market
with love, unspoken deeds,
and the damning truth
as the currency of choice.
time to pop a happy pill.
over and out.
but a commodity
to be traded again
and again
across the relationship market
with love, unspoken deeds,
and the damning truth
as the currency of choice.
time to pop a happy pill.
over and out.
Wednesday, June 28, 2006
Guess who dropped by?
Bwahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.
Don't tell me that I'm delusional.
Because right now, I seriously don't care what you think.
Copyright http://www10.ocn.ne.jp/Ironically, Aimar is proof that I don't support a team based on the number of pretty boys they have (I can hear B snorting in disbelief now!) because IMHO, Argentina has only ONE pretty boy. If I wanted a pretty boy squad, I would've supported Italy. Or Spain. I'm not a Brazilian fan but I must admit Kaka is very very hot.
Anywayyyyyy, Tigerjoe forwarded me a yummilicious list of the 15 Most Beautiful Men Of The 2006 World Cup, but the original article can be found here.
Oh, and I think Cristiano Ronaldo is hot too but it's a damn shame he's playing for *highly censored* Man Utd. Heh.
Anywayyyyyy, Tigerjoe forwarded me a yummilicious list of the 15 Most Beautiful Men Of The 2006 World Cup, but the original article can be found here.
Oh, and I think Cristiano Ronaldo is hot too but it's a damn shame he's playing for *highly censored* Man Utd. Heh.
For the record, Hedo supports Liverpool FC, and for World Cup 2006: Argentina and Germany.
Tuesday, June 27, 2006
Sometimes a camera phone comes in handy
THIS is precisely WHY you should NEVER annoy HedoJay said, "Instead of taking pictures of your notebook, may I suggest that you point your camera at the cutie pie lecturer?"
Oh okay. Anything to make my readers happy.
There's a new bitch in my class. I shall not mention her name but it rhymes with frisbee and sounds like.. erm.. feebee. Oh boy, I suck at being discreet. Heh.
I absolutely hate her with a vengeance because she's so effing full of herself. She says the dumbest things and asks the dumbest questions without knowing when to stop.
Oh okay. Anything to make my readers happy.
There's a new bitch in my class. I shall not mention her name but it rhymes with frisbee and sounds like.. erm.. feebee. Oh boy, I suck at being discreet. Heh.
I absolutely hate her with a vengeance because she's so effing full of herself. She says the dumbest things and asks the dumbest questions without knowing when to stop.
Lecturer: Can anyone give me an example of a search engine?
Random student: Google.
Lecturer: Yes, Google is one. But remember, if this question comes up during the exams, don't ever use Yahoo as an example. Yahoo is NOT a search engine. It's actually a directory.
Bitch: What about.. *mumble mumble*
Lecturer: Yes?
Bitch: *mumble mumble*
Lecturer: I can't hear you. You'll have to speak up.
Bitch: Mamamamamamama
Lecturer: Ma ma ma ma?
Bitch: NO! MA MA DOT COM!
Lecturer: Never heard of it.
Bitch: Use your notebook and search it for it, then.
Lecturer: Do you see any phone line going into my notebook?
Bitch: No.
Lecturer: So obviously my notebook is not connected to the Internet.
Bitch: Does that mean you can't browse for my site?
Lecturer: Obviously not.
Bitch: Why don't you try?
Lecturer: Why don't you just kill yourself by jumping off this building and landing on a bed full of blunt, rusty 9-inch nails?
Okay, I made the last line up myself, but if the lecturer really said that, I would have stood up and do my cheerleader routine because that bitch really deserves it.
"So have you been going out with him lately?" I casually asked one of my colleagues after lunch yesterday.
"No," she sighed sadly, "with the World Cup going on... you know..."
"Aww... poor thing, you. World Cup widow."
She laughed. "What about you? Same sad case as me?"
"Nope," I replied smugly, "I watch football with B."
"Huh? Really? Doesn't he watch football with his group of friends? And no girls are allowed?"
I shrugged.
She sighed again. "Lucky you, then."
I smiled at her. "Don't worry, it'll over pretty soon."
"I hope so."
Monday, June 26, 2006
When fantasy overtakes reality
ice lemon tea kosong, marlboro menthol lights, and a blue firestarterB wouldn't let me bet on the Italy-Australia match, so I played my usual pretend game with him.
Me: B, I put pretend RM500 on Australia.
Him: Cannot.
Me: Whyyyyyyy?
Him: Because for pretend betting, you have to put a minimum of RM10K.
Me: Okay. RM10K it is then.
Him: Waaah... you so rich, hor?
Me: Of course... and because of that, I'm going to up my bet to RM50K!
Him: RM50K only?
Me: No... make that RM100K! And another RM100K on 1st half under!
Him: ....
Anyway, if I had really wagered that much in cold, hard cash, I would've come away with at least RM60K from the match. It would've been more than RM160K if only Italy hadn't scored that late penalty goal.
Before that, I thought that I had a shot at winning my pretend RM160K. So I msged B before the game ended. "After I win, you can tell Ange to send the BMW to my house. I'll pay him in cash. Haha."
After the game ended, I msged B dejectedly, "Tell Ange to keep the car. Win RM60K only, can only buy a pretend Waja."
Reality bites.
Sigh.
Btw, B blogged about how we spent our weekend. It's so cute.
Before that, I thought that I had a shot at winning my pretend RM160K. So I msged B before the game ended. "After I win, you can tell Ange to send the BMW to my house. I'll pay him in cash. Haha."
After the game ended, I msged B dejectedly, "Tell Ange to keep the car. Win RM60K only, can only buy a pretend Waja."
Reality bites.
Sigh.
Btw, B blogged about how we spent our weekend. It's so cute.
Sunday, June 25, 2006
When the going gets toughThere are times...
...when I just want to drop everything and run back to Miri. Drive along Luak Bay at 6:00am with the windows down. Sitting on the cold sandy beach at 6:30am with a cigarette in one hand, watching the sun rise.
Strange how when I think back about Kel, it gets more and more difficult to remember when we were an "us". Come to think of it, it's so weird that we even got together in the first place because we're completely different in every aspect - race, culture, religion, opinions, interests - everything. I think the only thing we had in common was a nuclear-scale attraction for each other *laughs*.
Some of our friends rooted for us, but a few of my closest friends were either hoping or expecting a break-up. Especially PinkBoy, the super snobbish and stuck-up yet most generous and darlingest gay buddy I've ever had.
"Please lah. You can do ALOT better than *insert any guy's name here*, okay?" PinkBoy would say sarcastically.
"But I think that *insert any guy's name here* is very nice..." I protested.
"Bitch. Listen. To. Me. You can do ALOT better."
I rolled my eyes. "Riiiiiiiight. Like who? Like you?"
"Exactly!" he laughed.
"Omg, you gay idiot! I'd sooo rather die!" I shrieked, reaching over to pinch his nipples.
Eventhough PinkBoy is one of my bestest friends, I would agree with most people that on the surface he's a spoilt, superficial snob. Sometimes I'm very reluctant to bring him out to meet new people because I don't trust him to behave himself. He doesn't bother with tact and diplomacy, and would act like real spoilt bitch when he's bored.
But I adore him to bits because he's very good to his closest friends. He is very generous, very loving, and very protective. There's no middle road for him when it comes to accepting people. It's either all-out like or hate. Thank goodness we got along perfectly the first time we met.
...when I just want to drop everything and run back to Miri. Drive along Luak Bay at 6:00am with the windows down. Sitting on the cold sandy beach at 6:30am with a cigarette in one hand, watching the sun rise.
Strange how when I think back about Kel, it gets more and more difficult to remember when we were an "us". Come to think of it, it's so weird that we even got together in the first place because we're completely different in every aspect - race, culture, religion, opinions, interests - everything. I think the only thing we had in common was a nuclear-scale attraction for each other *laughs*.
Some of our friends rooted for us, but a few of my closest friends were either hoping or expecting a break-up. Especially PinkBoy, the super snobbish and stuck-up yet most generous and darlingest gay buddy I've ever had.
"Please lah. You can do ALOT better than *insert any guy's name here*, okay?" PinkBoy would say sarcastically.
"But I think that *insert any guy's name here* is very nice..." I protested.
"Bitch. Listen. To. Me. You can do ALOT better."
I rolled my eyes. "Riiiiiiiight. Like who? Like you?"
"Exactly!" he laughed.
"Omg, you gay idiot! I'd sooo rather die!" I shrieked, reaching over to pinch his nipples.
Eventhough PinkBoy is one of my bestest friends, I would agree with most people that on the surface he's a spoilt, superficial snob. Sometimes I'm very reluctant to bring him out to meet new people because I don't trust him to behave himself. He doesn't bother with tact and diplomacy, and would act like real spoilt bitch when he's bored.
But I adore him to bits because he's very good to his closest friends. He is very generous, very loving, and very protective. There's no middle road for him when it comes to accepting people. It's either all-out like or hate. Thank goodness we got along perfectly the first time we met.
I still remember the first ever conversation we had.
Him: Hi, I'm PinkBoy. So you're the Tiff that Lloyd and Thongs are always talking about!"
Me: Hi. Nice to meet you. I just got back from Miri.
Him: Oh... you're working there, right?
Me: Yes.
Him: Cool. Hey, ask you something, okay?
Me: Uh, sure.
Him: Are you a lesbian?
Me: WHAAAAAT?!?!?
Him: Are you a lesbian?
Me: .....
Him: So, are you?
Friday, June 23, 2006
I've been bitchtagged by CPLMy cutie pie lecturer bitchtagged me.
But no worries. Tonight I'll sneak over to his house and poison his beloved bur-bee.
Name 3 schools you went to:
1. Lodge Kindergarten
2. Lodge Primary School
3. Lodge Secondary School.
Name 3 things in your wallet:
1. My IC
2. My passport photo
3. An expired Coffee Bean coupon
Name 3 things you always wear:
1. Deodorant
2. My ear-studs
3. Mascara
Name 3 things you do when you are really stressed:
1. Sulk
2. Rant
3. Pop a happy pill
Name 3 places you go to on a daily basis:
1. My bedroom
2. My car
3. Bathroom
Name 3 things you like to do:
1. Have random bitching sessions with CPL
2. I like to do B.
3. I like to B to do me.
Name 3 favourite fruits:
1. Durian
2. Dragon fruit
3. Dic... oops, I mean banana
Name 3 things you are addicted to:
1. B
2. Puzzle Bobble on my handphone
3. South Park
Name 3 of your hobbies:
1. Practising my sarcasm
2. Skipping classes
3. Putting on a blur act
Name 3 goals in 2006:
1. Fernando Torres (81') :: Spain vs Croatia [14 June]
2. Lionel Messi (88') :: Argentina vs Serbia & Montenegro [16 June]
3. Ronaldo (46', 81') :: Japan vs Brazil [22 June]
Name 3 plans for next the 3 weeks:
1. World Cup
2. Win money
3. Go shopping
Nicknames you go by:
1. Tiff
2. B
3. Hedo
Name 3 things you are wearing right now:
1. Eyeshadow
2. Contact lenses
3. Bra
Name 3 things you want in a relationship:
1. Hot, steamy, ohfuckmehardandfast sex
2. To be pampered
3. To be spanked
Name 3 physical things about the opposite sex that appeal to you:
1. Big eyes
2. Height
3. Friendly smile
Name 3 people whom I would like to see answer this survey:
1. YOU.
2. YOU.
3. Jefferson's father.
Thursday, June 22, 2006
Classroom rage
I told cutie pie lecturer that I would attend class last Wednesday night and I did.
Gweilo lecturer actually thanked me for coming. Poor guy, I think he's so scared that I wouldn't attend his class anymore that he didn't make me answer a single question that night.
I was so bored. I ended up taking random photos of my notebook.
There's this dumbass chick (and her sidekick) in my class. I hate them with a vengeance. Every time the dumbass opens her mouth to speak, her braincells die of embarassment. Even the gweilo lecturer cannot stand her, but he's just too polite to say so.
Dumbass: Sir, sir... what is electronic data interchange (EDI) ?
Lecturer: EDI is data transfer between companies using a network.
Dumbass: Ohhhh... so you mean EDI is like the intranet lah!
Lecturer: No... but you can use EDI software to transfer data through the intranet.
Dumbass: Ohhhh... EDI is software lah!
Lecturer: No... *draws two computers on the whiteboard* How is data transfered between these two computers in a network?
Dumbass' sidekick: Errr... through copper cables?
Lecturer: No... Look, these are two computers in a company, linked by an intranet. The exchange of data between these two computers is called EDI. The company would have some special program or software created and installed to enable EDI between the computers.
Dumbass: So you mean the EDI is the software lah!
Dumbass' sidekick: *whispers loudly* No, the EDI is the intranet!
SOMEONE.KILL.ME.PLEASE.
I felt like leaning over and punching both the dumbass and her sidekick in their faces. I was clenching and unclenching my fist already. I think the gweilo lecturer noticed the murderous look on my face. I should have done a video recording on the whole conversation. It was just so irritatingly stupid and time-wasting.
Stoned... dazed... it's 8am and I have no where to go but to the office.I have rekindled my love for blue eyeshadow eventhough blue has a tendency to look awful on yellowish-olive toned skin like mine. Blue's more of "nighttime" colour for me... but now I've taken to using it during the day, albeit toning it down a little to make it less OTT.
Wednesday, June 21, 2006
Q&A because I have nothing better to doCutie pie lecturer (CPL) is a bloody Q&A/meme addict. That's how he floods my Friendster bulletin board. I would love to label him an egoistic narcissist, but that would be like the pot calling the kettle black.
"7. (Last) Made you laugh?
bur-bee.. i hav a B oso.. eat ur heart out ee babes"
Nevermind if none of you geddit, but damn it CPL... you made me laugh.
And B, if you're reading this... my CPL also have a B. But his B is a dog. So sad yet so cute.
And B, if you're reading this... my CPL also have a B. But his B is a dog. So sad yet so cute.
Anyway, I'm currently braindead and so I nicked this from my Friendster bulletin board (courtesy of CPL).
1. Are you in a relationship?
Yes.
2. Do you hate more than 3 people?
Yes. Some people deserve to be hated forever.
3. How many houses have you lived in?
One. The current one, that is.
4. What is your favorite candy bar?
Snickers - the one with loads of nuts in it.
5. What are your favorite shoes?
Oooo.. shoes! Hush Puppies, Vincci, Nike and Adidas in real life. Manolo Blahniks and Jimmy Choo in my fantasies.
6. Have you ever tripped someone?
Yes - usually during sports.
7. What was your worst subject this year?
Any subject that has the word "management" in it.
8. What was your favorite subject this year?
Any subject taught by CPL. *teehee*
9. Do you own a V.E. CD?
No - why buy CDs when you can download musique for free?
10. Have you ever thrown up in public?
Erm. I threw up at my own birthday dinner when I was three or four. That was my earliest memory of being sooo embarassed.
11. Name something that's always on your mind:
Myself.
12. What is your favorite music genre?
Dance.
13. What sign are you?
Taurus.
14. What time were you born?
Some time in the evening I think.
15. Do you like beer?
Eww. Children, say NO to alcohol.
16. Have you ever made a prank call?
Oooo.. yes yes yes.
17. What is the most embarrassing CD(s) you own?
All the embarassing CDs in the house belong to my parents.
18. Are you sarcastic?
No. I'm just alot smarter than you are.
19. What cellphone are you currently using?
Nokia 6230 courtesy of Thongs.
20. How many watches do you own?
Two.
21. Summer or winter?
None. I'm allergic to extreme heat and cold. Okay, I'll go for winter, provided the temperature doesn't fall below 10 deg.
22. Spring or autumn?
Autumn. Falling leaves. Cool temperatures. Bonfires. So romantic.
23. What is your favourite colour to wear?
Black.
24. Pepsi or Sprite?
Sprite.
25. What color is your cell phone?
Dark grey and silver.
26. Where is your second home?
Hollywood Hills.
28. Have you ever had a cavity?
Nope. I've got good teeth because I don't eat candy.
29. How many lamps are in your bedroom?
Two.
30. How many video games do you own?
One in working condition. A Gameboy Advance.
31. What was your first pet?
A cat named Whiskers.
32. Have you ever had braces?
No.
33. Does looks matter?
Yes, if you're a supermodel or a prostitute.
34. Do you use chopsticks?
Yes, though I don't hold them in the proper Chinese manner.
35. Name 3 teachers from your high school:
Miss Chang - my most hated physics teacher.
Mr Cliff - this fella bullshitted and taught us nothing for a whole year and...
Mr Tan - the poor fella who had to undo all Mr Cliff's gross misdeeds.
Mr Cliff - this fella bullshitted and taught us nothing for a whole year and...
Mr Tan - the poor fella who had to undo all Mr Cliff's gross misdeeds.
36. American Eagle or Abercrombie?
Abercrombie and Fitch.
37. Are you too forgiving?
Yes, if I love you.
38. How many children do you want?
Erm. None.
39. Do you own something from Top Shop?
No. Maybe I do, but I can't remember.
40. What is your favorite breakfast?
Nasi lemak and Sarawak laksa.
41. Do you own a gun?
No.
42. Have you ever thought you were in love?
All the time.
43. When was the last time you cried?
When I broke up with my ex.
44. What did you do 3 nights ago?
Watch football.
45. When was the last time you went to
Last night.
46. Have you ever called your teacher mom?
No.
47. Have you ever been in a castle?
Yes. Fort Margherita.
48. What are your nicknames?
Tiff, B, and Hedo (only Laksa calls me that in real life)
49. Do you know anyone named Bertha?
Eww. No.
50. Have you ever been to Kentucky?
Heh. Kentucky Fried Chicken.. yes.
51. Do you own something from Banana Republic?
I used to.
52. Are you thinking about somebody right now?
Definitely.
53. Have you ever called someone Boo?
I think I called someone "booboo" in an sms last night.
54. Do you smoke?
Yes.
55. Do you own a diamond ring?
Not yet. *hint hint*
56. Are you happy with your life right now?
Yes. What's there not to be happy about?
57. Do you dye your hair?
I haven't dyed my hair for very long because I don't want to damage it.
58. Does anyone like you?
B loves me.
59. What month were you born?
May.
60. What were you doing May of 1994?
Celebrating my 14th birthday.
Popagandhi's Pseudo Purity Test
I nicked this from Popagandhi.
Start off with 100% and minus off 1% for each thing that has happened to you.
Smoked.
Drank alcohol.
Cried when someone died.
Been drunk.
Had sex.
Been to a concert.
Given a handjob/gotten a handjob.
Given a blowjob/gotten a blowjob.
Been verbally sexually harassed.
Verbally sexually harassed somebody.
Felt someone up and/or been felt up.
Laughed so hard something came out of your nose.
Cheated on a boyfriend/girlfriend before.
Been cheated on by a boyfriend/girlfriend.
Been to prom.
Cried at school.
Gotten lost in a WalMart or a department store.
Went streaking.
Given a lap dance.
Had someone of the opposite sex in your room.
Had someone of the opposite sex sleep over.
Slept over at someone of the opposite sex’s house.
Kissed a stranger.
Hugged a stranger.
Went scuba diving.
Driven a car.
Gotten an xray.
Hit by a car.
Had a party.
Done drugs.
Played strip poker.
Got paid to strip for someone.
Ran away from home.
Broken a bone.
Eaten sushi.
Bought porn.
Watched porn.
Made porn.
Had a crush on someone of the same sex.
Been in love.
Frenched kissed.
Laughed so hard you cried.
Cried yourself to sleep.
Laughed yourself to sleep.
Stabbed yourself.
Shot a gun.
Trash talked someone and then acted like their best friend the next day.
Watched TV for 9 consecutive hours.
Been online for 9 consecutive hours.
Watched an animal die.
Watched a person die.
Had sex and/or messed around somewhere with at least 1 person present.
Pranked somebody.
Put somebody in the hospital.
Snuck into someone’s room and/or your own room after being out.
Kissed somebody of the same sex.
Dressed punk.
Dressed goth.
Dressed preppy.
Been to a motocross race.
Avoided somebody.
Been stalked.
Stalked someone.
Met a celebrity.
Played an instrument.
Ridden a horse.
Cut yourself.
Bungee jumped.
Ding dong ditched somebody.
Been to a wild party.
Got caught stealing something.
Kicked a guy in the balls.
Stolen a boyfriend/girlfriend from a friend.
Went out with your friend’s crush.
Got arrested.
Been pregnant.
Babysat.
Been to another country.
Started your house on fire.
Had an encounter with a ghost.
Donated your hair to cancer patients.
Been asked out by someone that you never though you’d to be asked out by.
Cried over a member of the opposite sex.
Had a boyfriend/girlfriend for over 3 months.
Sat on your ass all day.
Ate a whole carton of ice cream all by yourself.
Had a job.
Gotten cut from a sports team.
Been called a whore.
Danced like a whore.
Been mistaken for a celebrity.
Been in a car accident.
Been told you have beautiful eyes.
Been told you have beautiful hair.
Raped somebody.
Danced in the rain.
Been rejected.
Walked out of a restaurant without paying.
Punched someone/slapped someone in the face
I started of counting with my fingers. Then I realized that I didn't have that many fingers to keep count of my misdeeds. So I resorted to using the
Needless to say I scored a lowly 42%.
Oh boy, I'm such a sinner. *sheepish grin*
Tuesday, June 20, 2006
First love. First what?Was reading Mamoyo's post this morning.
"...I guess that is why we remember our first love so fondly..."
Heh.
*bites lower lip to stifle giggle*
I don't remember much of my past relationships save for random bits and pieces that pop up once in awhile like icky pimples. Actually, my memory bank of past relationships goes according to the formula of CurrentRelationship(CR) + [(CR-2)].
Which means that any one time, I only remember things about the current relationship and a maximum of two relationships prior to the current one.
The other day, B said, "Well, if things don't work out... we can still be friends."
I went home and pondered. Then I told him, "No."
"No, what?"
"No, we can't be friends if things don't work out," I said firmly.
"Then how?"
I shrugged. "We'll just be strangers."
I can't say I'm friends with any of my exs. I don't bitch about them. I don't go out to ruin their lives. But then again, I'm definitely not over-eager to meet any of them again. It's a sort of negative indifference kind of feeling.
No, I definitely do not make a good ex. I tend to assume that once we're over, you literally don't exist anymore.
*smiles kindly*
Eversince I discovered that love can be a murderous bitch, I've been carefully nurturing my narcissistic side. Why? Because I figured that noone will ever love you as much as you love yourself.
And if you love yourself, noone can ever hurt you because you would never allow them to do so.
MK thinks I'm so full of myself, but I see it as one method of emotional self-protection. Really, if all girls chanted "because I'm worth it" fifty times a day, we could put psychiatrists and beauty mags out of business. Oh, and cosmetic surgeons too.
Yes, it's always about me, me and ME.
BECAUSE I'M WORTH IT.
"...I guess that is why we remember our first love so fondly..."
Heh.
*bites lower lip to stifle giggle*
I don't remember much of my past relationships save for random bits and pieces that pop up once in awhile like icky pimples. Actually, my memory bank of past relationships goes according to the formula of CurrentRelationship(CR) + [(CR-2)].
Which means that any one time, I only remember things about the current relationship and a maximum of two relationships prior to the current one.
The other day, B said, "Well, if things don't work out... we can still be friends."
I went home and pondered. Then I told him, "No."
"No, what?"
"No, we can't be friends if things don't work out," I said firmly.
"Then how?"
I shrugged. "We'll just be strangers."
I can't say I'm friends with any of my exs. I don't bitch about them. I don't go out to ruin their lives. But then again, I'm definitely not over-eager to meet any of them again. It's a sort of negative indifference kind of feeling.
No, I definitely do not make a good ex. I tend to assume that once we're over, you literally don't exist anymore.
*smiles kindly*
Eversince I discovered that love can be a murderous bitch, I've been carefully nurturing my narcissistic side. Why? Because I figured that noone will ever love you as much as you love yourself.
And if you love yourself, noone can ever hurt you because you would never allow them to do so.
MK thinks I'm so full of myself, but I see it as one method of emotional self-protection. Really, if all girls chanted "because I'm worth it" fifty times a day, we could put psychiatrists and beauty mags out of business. Oh, and cosmetic surgeons too.
Yes, it's always about me, me and ME.
BECAUSE I'M WORTH IT.
Btw, did anyone watch the Ecuador-Germany game last night? I must admit I was very impressed with the way Germany played. Unlike fast and flamboyant Argentina, the Germans have a very smooth and classy style of playing. They were almost perfect last night - minimal mistakes, confident, and coordinated.
If Argentina don't make it through, I'll definitely be rooting for Germany.
But come hell or high water, I'll NEVER support England. I find myself disliking them more and more each day. *Censored* *censored* *censored* team. They can go *censored* themselves up their *censored* *censored*. Bwahahahahahahaha.
If Argentina don't make it through, I'll definitely be rooting for Germany.
But come hell or high water, I'll NEVER support England. I find myself disliking them more and more each day. *Censored* *censored* *censored* team. They can go *censored* themselves up their *censored* *censored*. Bwahahahahahahaha.
Monday, June 19, 2006
Hmm... and where was I last night?Tim hit jackpot last night on his Switzerland-Ukraine-Spain combo. Unfortunately, his bookie went to sleep before he could place his bet on Spain. Heh.
Okay, let's take a short break from WC madness.
This morning I received an sms from cutie pie lecturer (CPL).
CPL: Weii... Last night you skipped class again huh? Your gweilo lecturer asked me where have you been. He seems concerned about your absence.
Okay, let's take a short break from WC madness.
This morning I received an sms from cutie pie lecturer (CPL).
CPL: Weii... Last night you skipped class again huh? Your gweilo lecturer asked me where have you been. He seems concerned about your absence.
Me: *Censored* that *censored* *censored* gweilo. What did you tell him?
CPL: I told him that you went for bible classes.
CPL: I told him that you went for bible classes.
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
CPL... me luvvv you long time for that.
Btw, censorship is essential... just in case gweilo lecturer decides to hunt down my blog just like CPL did.
CPL... me luvvv you long time for that.
Btw, censorship is essential... just in case gweilo lecturer decides to hunt down my blog just like CPL did.
Sunday, June 18, 2006
When life is replaced by a black and white ballI am such a World Cup junkie.
Almost everything has been put on hold: church, bible classes, college classes, frisbee, my social life... just so that I can watch 22 sweaty men chase a ball around the field. Even my outings with friends are usually to a place to where there is live WC telecast.
Last night, I told my friend Tim, "You know what, I thought of taking MC tomorrow but I don't dare because even my football-mad bosses don't take leave during WC. If I do that, sure get into trouble later."
Tim replied, "Don't take MC. Just go to work like a zombie. Eh, later Brazil match you watching or not?"
Last night's Croatia vs Japan match was funny in a bad, bad way. Before the match, I asked B, "Who give?"
"Croatia give Japan one ball."
"Oh."
Unfortunately, probably due to my sleep-deprived state, my brain registered the piece of information as Japan give Croatia one ball. So I told B, "Okay, on whoever's giving."
During the first half of the match, I kept hoping for Japan to score. B gave me a strange look and said, "You're suppose to be supporting Croatia."
"Huh? I thought I took Japan?"
"You took Croatia."
"Huh? Not Japan give Croatia one ball, meh?"
B laughed.
Needless to say, I paid the price. Literally.
This morning I received an sms from Tim. He sent it at 3am. "Hey... Brazil won 2-0. I knew they wouldn't let me down. Now it's time for France to work their magic."
Strangely, there was no follow-up sms on France. Hmm. I switched on the TV to check the results.
France 1-1 South Korea.
I smsed him back, "Tim, what happened to France?!? Hehe."
I am still waiting for his sms.
Almost everything has been put on hold: church, bible classes, college classes, frisbee, my social life... just so that I can watch 22 sweaty men chase a ball around the field. Even my outings with friends are usually to a place to where there is live WC telecast.
Last night, I told my friend Tim, "You know what, I thought of taking MC tomorrow but I don't dare because even my football-mad bosses don't take leave during WC. If I do that, sure get into trouble later."
Tim replied, "Don't take MC. Just go to work like a zombie. Eh, later Brazil match you watching or not?"
Last night's Croatia vs Japan match was funny in a bad, bad way. Before the match, I asked B, "Who give?"
"Croatia give Japan one ball."
"Oh."
Unfortunately, probably due to my sleep-deprived state, my brain registered the piece of information as Japan give Croatia one ball. So I told B, "Okay, on whoever's giving."
During the first half of the match, I kept hoping for Japan to score. B gave me a strange look and said, "You're suppose to be supporting Croatia."
"Huh? I thought I took Japan?"
"You took Croatia."
"Huh? Not Japan give Croatia one ball, meh?"
B laughed.
Needless to say, I paid the price. Literally.
This morning I received an sms from Tim. He sent it at 3am. "Hey... Brazil won 2-0. I knew they wouldn't let me down. Now it's time for France to work their magic."
Strangely, there was no follow-up sms on France. Hmm. I switched on the TV to check the results.
France 1-1 South Korea.
I smsed him back, "Tim, what happened to France?!? Hehe."
I am still waiting for his sms.
Thursday, June 15, 2006
8 Things I Want in a LoverI didn't blog yesterday because I was too darn sleepy. Heck, I even dozed off while watching South Park.
Anyway, today I'm still braindead. However, at least there's something to look forward to tonight: The Argentina vs Serbia match at 9pm! Yay yay yay yay yay!!!
"Lord, forgive me for skipping bible class tonight to indulge in worldly activities such as football. Yes, I know I'm such a blatant sinner. But I will attend Sunday service no matter what, unlike last week. In Jesus's name I pray... Amen."
I snitched this little tag thingy from Felicity's blog because it's kinda cute and I'm in a cUteSy wOOtSy mood today. *Think rainbow butterflies and pretty pink ponies*
Anyway, today I'm still braindead. However, at least there's something to look forward to tonight: The Argentina vs Serbia match at 9pm! Yay yay yay yay yay!!!
"Lord, forgive me for skipping bible class tonight to indulge in worldly activities such as football. Yes, I know I'm such a blatant sinner. But I will attend Sunday service no matter what, unlike last week. In Jesus's name I pray... Amen."
I snitched this little tag thingy from Felicity's blog because it's kinda cute and I'm in a cUteSy wOOtSy mood today. *Think rainbow butterflies and pretty pink ponies*
8 Things I Want In A Lover
These are the rules of the tag:
- The tagged victim have to come up with 8 different points about his/her perfect lover.
- Have to mention the gender of his/her perfect lover.
- Tag eight other victims to join this game and leave a comment on their blog.
- If you are tagged the second time. There is NO need to do this again.
- Lastly, most importantly, HAVE FUN DOING IT.
1. A guy. I'm straight. Very straight. So straight that if you lost your ruler and you need to draw a straight line, you know who to look for. And no, I've never experimented with anyone of the same gender before.
2. Christian. Preferably Baptist but I'm not overly fussy. As long as he believes in God and doesn't cramp my style, like force me to give up worshipping at my church etc.
3. Tactful. As in to know the *right* things to say in super difficult situations. Case in hand: The "Honey, do I look fat in this pair of jeans?" situation. Btw, "Yes, unfortunately you do..." is NOT an appropriate answer in this case.
4. Can do housework. Because I'm totally clueless when it comes to housework. The only form of housework I enjoy doing is laundry using the washing machine. Especially the part where you put in softener because it makes me feel like one of those pretty, happy women in softener TV adverts. Yes, I'm so weird.
5. Can cook. Italian food. Chinese food. Thai food. Western food. Japanese food. BBQ. Hmm.. I sense someone is freaking out now. Teehee.
6. Will pamper me. Like, lots of backrubs. Massages. Cook for me. Bring me places. Make me laugh. Give me lots of kisses and hugs. Lastly, provide me with all-expenses paid shopping sprees.
7. Loves children and dogs. Because I don't like children and if he doesn't like children as well, then I guess we have to put any kids we're going to have up for adoption. I get extremely nervous around little kids. Like, when they get too close to me, I have this insane urge to kick them away or yell at them to get out of my sight. On the other hand, I love dogs very much so he has to love dogs too.
8. My best friend. Somone whom I can trust completely. Someone who will stick with me through good times and bad. Someone who accepts me for who and what I am. A supper buddy. A movie buddy. A football buddy. Y'know... a best friend.
Have a great weekend y'alls.
Tuesday, June 13, 2006
Say again?A long time ago, I committed a cardinal sin when I asked a friend, "So you play soccer, huh?"
He gave me this long-suffering, semi-irritated look and replied flatly, "It's FOOTBALL, okay? Only Americans call it soccer *insert disgusted look here* because they play THEIR stupid version of football with their hands."
Ouch.
Another time, I was chatting with El Diablo when I asked him something like, "Is learning bass guitar easy?"
"It's bass," he replied.
"Huh?"
"BASS. Don't ever, ever, EVER tag the word guitar *insert disgusted look here* behind bass. It's an unforgivable sin."
"Erm okay."
Anyway, a few days ago I asked my father the score for a certain football match the night before.
"One-love," he replied.
"It's nil," I countered.
"What?"
"One-nil. Not one-love. Love *insert disgusted look here* is only used for tennis scores."
"Oh."
I've been tagged by Ashish C. Yes, it's time to go on all fours and howl like a dog.
Four jobs I would stink at:
1. Kindergarden teacher (I don't like little kids at all)
2. Maid (I can't cook, clean, or iron)
3. Singer (I can't carry a tune)
4. Psychiatrist (I lack the patience to listen people's sob stories)
Four pretend nicknames I’m making up for myself:
1. El Hedonista
2. Princess
3. Paris (as in Hilton)
4. Sashimi Queen
Four movies I have watched over and over:
1. The Exorcist
2. The Ring
3. Empire of the Sun
4. The Punisher (I love John Travolta when he plays the bad guy)
Four places I have lived:
1. Kuching
2. Kuala Lumpur
3. Miri
4. Bintulu
Four things I love to do on my weekends:
1. Sleep
2. Play frisbee
3. Bum around
4. Hang out with friends
Four TV shows I geek out to, or used to geek out to:
1. Beverly Hills 90210 (Luke Perry... *sigh*)
2. Doogie Howser MD
3. The Wonder Years
4. Growing Pains
Four alcoholic beverages I’ve enjoyed on offshore vacations :
1. I don't drink
2. I don't drink
3. I don't drink
4. Watered-down vodka lime
Four things I could NOT live without (besides oxygen, H20, and miscellaneous life-sustaining substances):
1. My handphone
2. My mascara - all five tubes of them
3. My eyeshadow collection
4. My car
Four of my favorite foods, partnered with people with whom I enjoy eating said foods:
1. Lamb shank at Magenta with my lamb-loving colleague, MK.
2. Nasi Briyani with B.
3. Anything cooked by Thongs, with anyone who happen to be there at that moment.
4. Caesar salad at Coffee Bean with MK and Thongs.
Four places I would rather be right now:
1. At home, in my bedroom... sleeping.
2. Lazing on a sandy white beach somewhere in the South of France.
3. In Hamburg, Germany along with a zillion other football manics.
4. In Manila. Suddenly I have an urge to go to Manila.
Four people I’m mercilessly tagging:
1. I
2. am
3. tooooo
4. sleepy to tag anyone.
Goodnight y'alls.
Monday, June 12, 2006
Australia pwned Japan... flawless skin... zzZZzzWatched the Australia-Japan match with B last night. Just as we were about to throw our hands up in despair, the Australian team bounced back in full force during the last 15 minutes of the game and wrapped everything up in style.
Don't ever underestimate those laidback Aussies... *affectionate grin*
During my chat with Thongs yesterday, she mentioned that her sis-in-law commented that my facial skin was flawless.
Don't ever underestimate those laidback Aussies... *affectionate grin*
During my chat with Thongs yesterday, she mentioned that her sis-in-law commented that my facial skin was flawless.
Me: Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaat?!?!
Thongs: Eh, remember the time we took a close-up of your face with my digicam? 6-megapixels some more... and Miss J zoomed in on your pic and she couldn't find a single flaw!
Me: I get pimples okay?!? There's one on my forehead right now!!!
Thongs: -___-
Honestly, my skin under dim yellow lighting from a distance of 1/2 metre or more looks reasonably good. But then again, practically everyone's skin looks flawless under yellow lighting. Under harsh white lighting, my skin looks horrible. So there. Hedo's flawless skin is a myth.
My gweilo lecturer told the class last night that when he first came to Kuching, he was overwhelmed by the heat and humidity. By 6pm he felt tired and in no mood to teach. But now he's like a dynamo compared to the rest of us sluggish students. His secret: Melatonin. According to him, it makes you sleep better and so you feel more energetic throughout your waking hours.
Hmm.
Due to my busy social life, I'm extremely sleep-deprived. Coupled with trying to catch as many World Cup matches as I can, I'm totally wrecking havoc with my sleep cycle. Melatonin sounds good. I might give it a try soon.
My gweilo lecturer told the class last night that when he first came to Kuching, he was overwhelmed by the heat and humidity. By 6pm he felt tired and in no mood to teach. But now he's like a dynamo compared to the rest of us sluggish students. His secret: Melatonin. According to him, it makes you sleep better and so you feel more energetic throughout your waking hours.
Hmm.
Due to my busy social life, I'm extremely sleep-deprived. Coupled with trying to catch as many World Cup matches as I can, I'm totally wrecking havoc with my sleep cycle. Melatonin sounds good. I might give it a try soon.
Sunday, June 11, 2006
Evil meme from an evil bottleBad bottle! Sit! Stay! Rollover! *Whack!*
1) What is your IRC/ MSN/ Yahoo Messenger nick?
Tiffany
2) What's the first word that comes to mind?
Bitch!
3) What was the word you last said?
Ohmygod.
4) What was last word you type?
Ohmygod.
5) What word(s) do you hate?
"I'm sorry, but..."
6) Can you rearrange these letters to form a word: giismsn?
Missing.
7) What is your favourite prime colour?
Blue. Is that a prime colour?
8) Have you read Da Vinci Code?
Yes. Twice actually.
9) What is the word of the day here?
Emolument.
10) Finally, click here. Now you have 10 words, go on and do this:
i) write an entry of between 100-200 words, with the words in your answers above included once, and only once.
ii) meme cannot be sent back to the sender.
Because of her slightly enlarged belly-button, Julie felt that she was physically challenged. Her only hope for everlasting happiness was an umbilicoplasty, but she was turned off the yuck factor associated with plastic surgery. How she wished she belonged to the therapy generation, where most life-threatening problems could be solved by lying stoned on a couch.
Information pollution on globesity played around in her mind. Apart from her abnormal belly-button, Julie had a morbid fear of being apprehended by the diet cop. Too many nights at the spinach cinema (yes, Super Size Me was on rerun) had convinced her that she should move to a tornado bait state. Hmm.. Kansas sounds pretty appealing. It could be her destination wedding - Wizard of Oz theme and all. Heck, she could even hire midgets as her munchkin flowerboys.
Information pollution on globesity played around in her mind. Apart from her abnormal belly-button, Julie had a morbid fear of being apprehended by the diet cop. Too many nights at the spinach cinema (yes, Super Size Me was on rerun) had convinced her that she should move to a tornado bait state. Hmm.. Kansas sounds pretty appealing. It could be her destination wedding - Wizard of Oz theme and all. Heck, she could even hire midgets as her munchkin flowerboys.
(136 words)
This is probably the most boh-liao freestyle piece I've written to date. There's nothing remotely sexual about it, so it rates highly on my "not fun to do" list. But I sayang that bottle (eventhought I have no idea who he/she is), so I did the meme uncomplainingly. Heh. And be thankful that I'm not tagging anyone because this meme is highly brain-draining.
My left shin hurts
A nosy little birdie told B about my blog.
You know who you are, my little reader whose Friendster nick begins with an A and ends with an X. A/X - you think what, Armani Exchange?
Heh.
Btw, don't you get effing annoyed when you're being used as an excuse? Long, long ago when I was still oblivious to how fucked-up relationships can get, I fell for this guy. He wasn't good looking or anything but he oozed gallons and gallons of charm. He taught me that there was more to life that just movies and shopping. We would watch illegal races at the padang at 2am. We would sneak onto the rooftop of Riverside Majestic hotel and sit among the huge aircond fans?ducts? I remember finding lots of discarded lottery tickets scattered on the ground and I would imagine people committing suicide by jumping from the hotel roof into the swimming pool a long, long way below.
We had a good friendship thing going.
But it all changed when a close girl friend of mine fancied this guy like mad. Worse still, she told him, "I like you alot, but I'm not suppose to, because Hedo really likes you too."
BITCH. BITCH. BITCH.
When I found out (yes, the guy told me.) I was sooooo mortified, I could have literally killed myself on the spot. At that moment, I hated both of the guy and my friend for killing what could've have been a really nice long friendship. "Don't hate her," the guy told me, "Hate me instead. Don't ruin your friendship with her. It's not worth it."
"No," I replied, "I've made my decision. I'm choosing you over her."
"Why?"
"She's suppose to be my friend more than you. And she backstabbed me. I simply cannot tolerate that."
Anyway, yesterday's frisbee game was uneventful. There's some construction thingy going on at the amphitheatre, so we had to switch venue to the field beside the MBKS building. I don't like the new venue because it's hot (not enough trees to provide shade) and the grass there is long and very sharp. Furthermore, I prefer to play frisbee in my Teva sandals, so my toes are extremely prone to grass cuts. Ouch.
We played frisbee on Saturday and Sunday. Now, my left shin hurts alot but luckily I'm not limping. Last night I piled on lots of Deep Heat mentholatum rub onto my shin and it felt better immediately. Unfortunately, the pain is back after I showered this morning. Sigh.
You know who you are, my little reader whose Friendster nick begins with an A and ends with an X. A/X - you think what, Armani Exchange?
Heh.
Btw, don't you get effing annoyed when you're being used as an excuse? Long, long ago when I was still oblivious to how fucked-up relationships can get, I fell for this guy. He wasn't good looking or anything but he oozed gallons and gallons of charm. He taught me that there was more to life that just movies and shopping. We would watch illegal races at the padang at 2am. We would sneak onto the rooftop of Riverside Majestic hotel and sit among the huge aircond fans?ducts? I remember finding lots of discarded lottery tickets scattered on the ground and I would imagine people committing suicide by jumping from the hotel roof into the swimming pool a long, long way below.
We had a good friendship thing going.
But it all changed when a close girl friend of mine fancied this guy like mad. Worse still, she told him, "I like you alot, but I'm not suppose to, because Hedo really likes you too."
BITCH. BITCH. BITCH.
When I found out (yes, the guy told me.) I was sooooo mortified, I could have literally killed myself on the spot. At that moment, I hated both of the guy and my friend for killing what could've have been a really nice long friendship. "Don't hate her," the guy told me, "Hate me instead. Don't ruin your friendship with her. It's not worth it."
"No," I replied, "I've made my decision. I'm choosing you over her."
"Why?"
"She's suppose to be my friend more than you. And she backstabbed me. I simply cannot tolerate that."
Anyway, yesterday's frisbee game was uneventful. There's some construction thingy going on at the amphitheatre, so we had to switch venue to the field beside the MBKS building. I don't like the new venue because it's hot (not enough trees to provide shade) and the grass there is long and very sharp. Furthermore, I prefer to play frisbee in my Teva sandals, so my toes are extremely prone to grass cuts. Ouch.
We played frisbee on Saturday and Sunday. Now, my left shin hurts alot but luckily I'm not limping. Last night I piled on lots of Deep Heat mentholatum rub onto my shin and it felt better immediately. Unfortunately, the pain is back after I showered this morning. Sigh.
Thursday, June 08, 2006
I'm trapped in the belly of a big black dog
GENERIC NAME: escitalopram
BRAND NAME: Lexapro
DRUG CLASS AND MECHANISM: Escitalopram is an oral drug that is used for treating depression and generalized anxiety disorder. It works by affecting neurotransmitters in the brain, the chemical messengers that nerves use to communicate with one another. Neurotransmitters are made and released by nerves and then travel to other nearby nerves where they attach to receptors on the nerves. Some neurotransmitters that are released do not bind to receptors and are taken up by the nerves that produced them. This is referred to as "reuptake."
I got this delicious piece of information from here.
Seems like the pills I'm forever toting around are anti-depressants.
Last night I smsed my cousin dearest, "Woman, those Lexapro pills you passed to me... are those sleeping pills or anti-depressants?"
She replied, "Gimme the full name. I can't think straight at the moment."
"It says Lexapro 10mg escitalopram on the back of the pack."
"Oh, that one is the pill that make you cannot cum. Don't overdo it though, or else you'll feel super fucked up."
Great. For a moment I panicked because I did give one pill to my mother when she felt the need to get mildly stoned before a big parent-teacher conference. One thing about my mother, she lovingly nurtures the pill-collecting side of me.
For the record, I am a collector, NOT a junkie.
Coming down with anxiety attacks are no fun. I hate being stuck in situations that are wayyyy beyond my control because it makes me nervous like hell. I get scared, paranoid, fidgety, and very disoriented. The shitty thing is that some people boil it down to me being a drama queen. All because I can still put on a pleasant face doesn't mean that I am happy. I'm far from feeling happy. And when I try to explain to B, he tells me that I have to get over it.
I can't cry.
I can't talk about it because noone seems or wants to understand.
How?
So for the first time in my life, I popped a Lexapro for the right reasons. Still waiting for the happifying effects to kick in.
I need euphoria pills.
Happiness should come in glittery rainbow capsules, and not clinical white blister packs.
Seems like the pills I'm forever toting around are anti-depressants.
Last night I smsed my cousin dearest, "Woman, those Lexapro pills you passed to me... are those sleeping pills or anti-depressants?"
She replied, "Gimme the full name. I can't think straight at the moment."
"It says Lexapro 10mg escitalopram on the back of the pack."
"Oh, that one is the pill that make you cannot cum. Don't overdo it though, or else you'll feel super fucked up."
Great. For a moment I panicked because I did give one pill to my mother when she felt the need to get mildly stoned before a big parent-teacher conference. One thing about my mother, she lovingly nurtures the pill-collecting side of me.
For the record, I am a collector, NOT a junkie.
Coming down with anxiety attacks are no fun. I hate being stuck in situations that are wayyyy beyond my control because it makes me nervous like hell. I get scared, paranoid, fidgety, and very disoriented. The shitty thing is that some people boil it down to me being a drama queen. All because I can still put on a pleasant face doesn't mean that I am happy. I'm far from feeling happy. And when I try to explain to B, he tells me that I have to get over it.
I can't cry.
I can't talk about it because noone seems or wants to understand.
How?
So for the first time in my life, I popped a Lexapro for the right reasons. Still waiting for the happifying effects to kick in.
I need euphoria pills.
Happiness should come in glittery rainbow capsules, and not clinical white blister packs.
Wednesday, June 07, 2006
Cinderella-dramaI'm rather moody today.
First, the strap on my left sandal broke during lunch. Thank goodness the coffeeshop we were lunching at was only 20 meters away from a shoe shop. I was being a total drama queen.
Me: *wails* Oh fuck... my strap broke! I can't walk! I don't want to go back to work!
MK: You can walk. It happened me to before. You just slowly slide your feet without lifting them off the ground.
Me: Don't want... I don't want to go back to the office. I want to go home.
MK: Cannot. Must go back to the office. Eat faster. We go buy shoes now.
Me: Don't want to walk...
MK: Or else you just stand still and I'll push you from behind.
Me: *happily* Oooo... can also!
So there I was, shuffling behind MK, cussing like mad everytime I had to maneuver up a step. Ironically, the highest step I had to overcome was the one in front of the shoe shop.
Me: Oh fuck. How the hell am I going to enter the shop?!?
MK: Can. Do it slowly. Just lift your foot up...
Me: Weiiii... cannot!!!
MK: Just lift your foot up, okay?
There were two ladies outside the shop watching me in amusement.
Me: MK, why don't you just go into the shop, choose any shoe you think is nice and pay for me first. I'll just wait for you here.
MK: Don't be ridiculous. You just have to lift your foot up. Do it now!
Me: You bitch.
Making sure that noone was ogling too openly, I took a deep breath and stepped into the shop. For one second, I imagined my sandal falling apart while my foot was in midair. Eww. So mortifying.
Poor MK, I think called her a bitch more than 5 times during the whole traumatizing ordeal. Sorry womansie... I'll download more South Park for you to watch, okay?
Anyway, I managed to get myself a new pair of heels.
I don't quite fancy the colour but then again, they're just for emergency purposes.
I'm migraining now. Too much drama for the queen to handle.
My five questions from Ashish C.
Ashish C. from India slapped me with five questions. Laksa, this "Interview Me" meme thingy is definitely spawning like Gremlins!
Btw, I know how Gremlins breed (don't feed the Mogwai after midnight!) but I've forgotten how to annihilate them.
1. If you had the choice between going naked into a room full of men or flashing nude in Times Square, NY full of christmas shoppers. Which would you choose?
Going naked into a room full of men, of course. And because you weren't specific enough about the men, I'm just going to assume that they're all deaf, dumb, and blind. But even if they were perfectly normal and healthy, I would still choose going naked into the room. I could never go naked in public. Eww.
2. You are given one chance to commit a crime which would not count. What would you do?
Rob the Swiss Bank. They say money cannot buy happiness. I say let me try it first.
3. You are kidnapped by aliens. They give you a choice - you either have sex with 20 of 'em so that they leave you home or you don't have sex with any and they keep you. Which would you choose?
Have sex with 20 of them. That said, I'd rather die than spend my entire life cooped up in a UFO or on another planet.
4. If these factions warred who would win? X-Men or Justice League? (Couldn't keep myself from asking)
X-Men! No doubt about it. Those superheros in the Justice League merely prance around in bright spangled lycra body suits, showing their muscles and crotches. X-Men have better clothes, better looks, and better powers. I love bad boys with kind hearts. I love Pyro.
5. Santa Claus has gone on holiday leaving you in place of him. What do the children get for gifts? Specify for Good, Normal, Bad and Adults.
Good
Girls: Malibu Barbie and a training bra
Boys: Playstation 2 or X-Box
Women: Balenciaga Motorcycle Le Dix bag and a 20 inches double-headed dildo
Men: A sexy French maid who has never heard of panties in her life
Normal
Girls: A box of mini-tampons and a Cadbury bar.
Boys: A pack of disposable razors and a Snickers bar.
Women: A Chanel perfume sample and a broom.
Men: The latest issue of Playboy.
Bad
Girls: A used tampon.
Boys: A used condom.
Women: A video of her husband/boyfriend/father doing the horizontal lambada with someone of the same gender.
Men: A photo of his wife/girlfriend/mother indulging in a gangbang with 100 men.
Btw, I know how Gremlins breed (don't feed the Mogwai after midnight!) but I've forgotten how to annihilate them.
1. If you had the choice between going naked into a room full of men or flashing nude in Times Square, NY full of christmas shoppers. Which would you choose?
Going naked into a room full of men, of course. And because you weren't specific enough about the men, I'm just going to assume that they're all deaf, dumb, and blind. But even if they were perfectly normal and healthy, I would still choose going naked into the room. I could never go naked in public. Eww.
2. You are given one chance to commit a crime which would not count. What would you do?
Rob the Swiss Bank. They say money cannot buy happiness. I say let me try it first.
3. You are kidnapped by aliens. They give you a choice - you either have sex with 20 of 'em so that they leave you home or you don't have sex with any and they keep you. Which would you choose?
Have sex with 20 of them. That said, I'd rather die than spend my entire life cooped up in a UFO or on another planet.
4. If these factions warred who would win? X-Men or Justice League? (Couldn't keep myself from asking)
X-Men! No doubt about it. Those superheros in the Justice League merely prance around in bright spangled lycra body suits, showing their muscles and crotches. X-Men have better clothes, better looks, and better powers. I love bad boys with kind hearts. I love Pyro.
5. Santa Claus has gone on holiday leaving you in place of him. What do the children get for gifts? Specify for Good, Normal, Bad and Adults.
Good
Girls: Malibu Barbie and a training bra
Boys: Playstation 2 or X-Box
Women: Balenciaga Motorcycle Le Dix bag and a 20 inches double-headed dildo
Men: A sexy French maid who has never heard of panties in her life
Normal
Girls: A box of mini-tampons and a Cadbury bar.
Boys: A pack of disposable razors and a Snickers bar.
Women: A Chanel perfume sample and a broom.
Men: The latest issue of Playboy.
Bad
Girls: A used tampon.
Boys: A used condom.
Women: A video of her husband/boyfriend/father doing the horizontal lambada with someone of the same gender.
Men: A photo of his wife/girlfriend/mother indulging in a gangbang with 100 men.
The Official Interview Game Rules (copied to be passed on)
1. If you want to participate, leave a comment below saying “interview me.”
2. I will respond by asking you five questions - each person’s will be different.
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Tuesday, June 06, 2006
Guess the bloggerbrityI was in Sibu during the Gawai hols. Saw this lovely couple at Wisma Sanyan.
Unfortunately I didn't go up to say hi because I was too shy. Oh yes, that word occasionally pops up in my vocabulary. *blushes*
So I decided to put on my creepy celebrity photographer mask and snapped two quick pics of the couple.
Guess who the guy is?
Speaking of which, for the whole Sibu trip I only took these two pics. I don't like taking photos or having my photos taken. A good digital camera is extremely wasted on me because I would probably leave it somewhere in the room to collect dust.
For those clamoring for clues:
1. He's from Sibu.
2. He likes to, well, "experiment".
3. Laman web tak dajal lagi.
1. He's from Sibu.
2. He likes to, well, "experiment".
3. Laman web tak dajal lagi.
Speaking of which, for the whole Sibu trip I only took these two pics. I don't like taking photos or having my photos taken. A good digital camera is extremely wasted on me because I would probably leave it somewhere in the room to collect dust.
My pretty musicbaby, on the other hand, is never forgotten.
Yes, this is my sleek little Creative Zen Nano Plus. My sister got it as a gift from an aunt, but since she's a n00b and has no interest in techie stuff, she immediately passed it to me. I've always wanted to get myself a good mp3 player, but could never decide on the myriad brands available in the market. When my sister nonchalantly handed me the box containing the brand new Zen Nano and I opened it, boy oh boy... it was love at first sight.
Best of all, I didn't have to spend a single cent to own it.
My Zen Nano accompanies me everywhere. The power consumption is pretty low - a single Duracell AAA battery lasts more than a week at a rate of 2 hours usage per day. Once, I ran out of batteries, so I nicked a brand new made-in-China battery from the drawer.
Bad move. The battery lasted a crappy 4 days. I was running extremely low on cash. I think I only had RM5 left in my wallet. Still, I drove to the nearest electrical goods store and bought the cheapest Panasonic AAA batteries available. B thinks I'm half nuts for putting the needs of an mp3 player before other more important stuff (food and ciggies) but... sigh.
It's love.
Yes, I'm weird that way. Heh.
Best of all, I didn't have to spend a single cent to own it.
My Zen Nano accompanies me everywhere. The power consumption is pretty low - a single Duracell AAA battery lasts more than a week at a rate of 2 hours usage per day. Once, I ran out of batteries, so I nicked a brand new made-in-China battery from the drawer.
Bad move. The battery lasted a crappy 4 days. I was running extremely low on cash. I think I only had RM5 left in my wallet. Still, I drove to the nearest electrical goods store and bought the cheapest Panasonic AAA batteries available. B thinks I'm half nuts for putting the needs of an mp3 player before other more important stuff (food and ciggies) but... sigh.
It's love.
Yes, I'm weird that way. Heh.
Monday, June 05, 2006
I'm backI'm back.
Oh, for those who have not watched the DaVinci Code, don't bother. It's a confusing, disjointed mess. I was so disappointed because I read the novel (twice) and still I couldn't comprehend much of the movie.
I wonder whether the director and producer of the movie suffer from ADD? You know, make one scene and before it's done, progress to another scene and totally forget about the first scene... that sort of thing. I don't know... I just had that kind of impression. Anyway, B and I walked out of the movie halfway. I didn't dare to ask B what he thought of the movie because I made him accompany me. Somemore, he paid for the tickets. That's RM18 shot to hell. Oh dear. My bad.
Sibu was ho-hum. Food was abundant and so damn cheap. No wonder my teacher aunties were bitching non-stop about paying RM4 for a bowl of laksa when they came down to Kuching. I thought they were being stingy, until I went to Sibu and discovered laksa there cost RM3 per bowl. Wow. There's no such thing as RM3 laksa in Kuching anymore, I think. Blame it on inflation.
I am sleepy and hungry. Totally forgot my customary two cups of coffee this morning.
Will continue later. Hunger is overpowering.
Oh, for those who have not watched the DaVinci Code, don't bother. It's a confusing, disjointed mess. I was so disappointed because I read the novel (twice) and still I couldn't comprehend much of the movie.
I wonder whether the director and producer of the movie suffer from ADD? You know, make one scene and before it's done, progress to another scene and totally forget about the first scene... that sort of thing. I don't know... I just had that kind of impression. Anyway, B and I walked out of the movie halfway. I didn't dare to ask B what he thought of the movie because I made him accompany me. Somemore, he paid for the tickets. That's RM18 shot to hell. Oh dear. My bad.
Sibu was ho-hum. Food was abundant and so damn cheap. No wonder my teacher aunties were bitching non-stop about paying RM4 for a bowl of laksa when they came down to Kuching. I thought they were being stingy, until I went to Sibu and discovered laksa there cost RM3 per bowl. Wow. There's no such thing as RM3 laksa in Kuching anymore, I think. Blame it on inflation.
I am sleepy and hungry. Totally forgot my customary two cups of coffee this morning.
Will continue later. Hunger is overpowering.
