Hedonistics Anonymous
Monday, July 31, 2006
I spent the entire morning doing thisYvy tagged me with two memes.
1) Name 5 people who are currently on your current list of "most favorite blog mates".
Dammit.. I don't have enough blogmates, so I'll kinda modify this question abit.
My early morning must-reads are:
- Bryanboy: Le Superstar Fabuleux
- But Enough About You
- Black Jettas : Diary Of The Drama Queens
- Chubby Hubby
- Shattered
Actually there are more must-read blogs, but the question requires only 5 to be listed.
2) Name 5 types of people who
Irk (irritate or annoy) you
- People who don't keep their promises.
- People who cannot make up their mind over small matters.
- People who make up stories to hide their weaknesses.
- Homophobes (people who cannot tolerate homosexuals)
- People who like to make fun of other people, but cannot take it when they themselves are made fun of.
Amaze you
- People who can party back-to-back and still score straight A's effortlessly.
- People who don't crack under pressure.
- Single working parents.
- Witty people.
- Tigerjoe and his sexcapades.
Amuse you
- Naughty children getting punished by their parents.
- My sister, when she gets sarcastic.
- My sister, when I blow cigarette smoke all over her food ("Hey, wanna try smoked salmon?")
- Mr Bean
- Those guys in Jackass. I heart Johnny Knoxville!
Disgust you
- People who dig their nose in public.
- People who let out a flying spit through the window while driving.
- People with BO.
- Children with horrible manners and attitude.
- The parents of abovementioned children.
3) Name 5 hot male/female celebrities.
- Angelina Jolie
- Paris Hilton
- Keira Knightley
- Jennifer Lopez
- Catherine Zeta-Jones
4) Name 5 things you are passionate about.
- Sex
- Food
- Sleep
- Love
- Friends
5) Name 5 blogs that you love reading.
I love to read blogs written by dogs.
THE HANDBAG MEME
1) What's the regular handbag that you carry?
A Fila bag with an outer snakeskin texture. Affordable and waterproof.
2) What's inside?
1. Wallet
2. Creative Zen Nano mp3 player
3. 128Mb Samsung thumbdrive
4. 128Mb Pretec thumbdrive
5. 1Gb Kingston thumbdrive
6. Tissues
6. Aladdin lighter
7. Cricket lighter
8. Zippo lighter
9. Tampon
10. Lancome lip balm
11. Nivea lip balm
12. Panadol
13. Fisherman's Friend sugar free mint lozenges
14. Bausch & Lomb Renu Multiplus lubricating and rewetting drops
15. Old set of house keys
16. New set of house keys
17. Creative Zen Nano USB cable
18. Marlboro Menthol Lights
19. Ballpoint pens
20. Pearly pink lipstick
21. Clear lip gloss
22. Small mirror
23. Clarins moisturiser
24. Pizza Hut foldable menu
25. New Man magazine 1st anniversary party pass
26. Digi reload coupon
27. Plasters
Actually there's still alot more stuff in my handbag but I couldn't be arsed to take EVERYTHING out.
Noone gets tagged because Hedo is in a lovely mood today.
Noone gets tagged because Hedo is in a lovely mood today.
Sunday, July 30, 2006
Fire is the new black, baby
Click for bigger pictureThat's the burning coffeeshop at the back of Everise Padungan last Friday. It was pretty dramatic while it lasted, but luckily only the 4th floor was destroyed.
Forget about the tsunamis, earthquakes, and hurricanes, darling.
Fire is the IN disaster at the moment.
The BESTEST EVER thing that came out of the Sarawak Club fire disaster is that now club members get discounts when dining at Holiday Inn and Crown Plaza Riverside Hotel.
However, the discount thing works in a weird way:
2 people dining - 50% off the food bill.
3 people dining - 33% off the food bill.
4 people dining - 25% off the food bill.
5 people dining - 20% off the food bill.
Oh well. Got discount better than no discount... la di da.
The seafood buffet at Holiday Inn on Saturday night was great. I was going on a full-force sashimi binge - the aftereffects of being deprived of Jap food for soooo long. Didn't even bother to check out the hot food, except for the seafood pasta... but my plate was piled with raw salmon and oysters round after round.
I was a happy, happy girl.
Now, if only Hilton Hotel and Merdeka Palace would take pity on Sarawak Club members and offer more dining discounts... *evil grin!* I'd make Le Habana Club my second home every Friday night!
Forget about the tsunamis, earthquakes, and hurricanes, darling.
Fire is the IN disaster at the moment.
The BESTEST EVER thing that came out of the Sarawak Club fire disaster is that now club members get discounts when dining at Holiday Inn and Crown Plaza Riverside Hotel.
However, the discount thing works in a weird way:
2 people dining - 50% off the food bill.
3 people dining - 33% off the food bill.
4 people dining - 25% off the food bill.
5 people dining - 20% off the food bill.
Oh well. Got discount better than no discount... la di da.
The seafood buffet at Holiday Inn on Saturday night was great. I was going on a full-force sashimi binge - the aftereffects of being deprived of Jap food for soooo long. Didn't even bother to check out the hot food, except for the seafood pasta... but my plate was piled with raw salmon and oysters round after round.
I was a happy, happy girl.
Now, if only Hilton Hotel and Merdeka Palace would take pity on Sarawak Club members and offer more dining discounts... *evil grin!* I'd make Le Habana Club my second home every Friday night!
Thursday, July 27, 2006
Don't even talk about your Birkins if you can't pronounce Hermès correctlyBefore I die, I would like to own at least one each of the following items:
Shoes:
Jimmy Choo
Manolo Blahnik
Bags:
Coach
Balenciaga Le Dix Motorcycle bag
Fendi Spy Bag
Marc Jacobs
Louis Vuitton
It's fun to hang out with Lloyd because we both bring out in the inner bimbotic snob in each other.
On the issue of Christian Louboutin shoes...
L: My sister's looking for a pair of Chris-tee-yon LooBOO-tahn heels.
Me: LooBOO-tahn? Is that the way you pronounce it? I thought it was pronounced Lo-BOO-tin!
L: It's LooBOO-tahn lah. *whispers* But don't worry, I used to pronounce it Lo-BOO-tin too.
Me: Oh, thank gooodness for that.
L: My sister corrected my pronounciation. I was like yadda yadda yadda Christian Lo-BOO-tin and she said NO! It's Christian LooBOO-tahn! And I was like YEAH RIGHT, BITCH!
Me: *laughs*
L: Until she showed me this New York runway fashion video clip where the announcer went yadda yadda yadda Marc Jacobs... yadda yadda yadda Christian LooBOO-tahn!
Me: Omg, that must've been, like, soooo embarassing!
L: Yeah... tell me about it.
On the issue of Dolce & Gabbana...
Me: Hahahaha... remember when Lina mispronounced Dolce & Gabbana?
L: Oh yeah... DOLLS & Gabbana indeed. I was so tempted to interrupt and say Excuse me, but it's Dol-CHAY & Gabbana.
Me: If I wasn't sure how to pronounce Dolce & Gabbana, I would've said D&G instead.
L: That's so true.
Me: Eww... looks like someone is just a designer goods wannabe after all.
L: Yeah... tell me about it.
On the issue of pronunciation...
L: It's sooo annoying when I hear people mispronounce designer brands OUT LOUD. Especially those that have the money to purchase branded stuff, but can't even get the names right.
Me: Like Hermès. Imagine buying a Birkins and telling people that it's from Her-MEEZ.
L: *laughs*
Me: Dammit, if I was standing next to a Birkins owner who insisted that her bag is from Her-MEEZ, I swear I'll scream at her.
L: *laughs*
Me: I'll be, like, OI YOU MORON! IT'S PRONOUNCED AIR-MEZ, DAMMIT! NOW REPEAT AFTER ME... AIR-MEZ! AIR-MEZ!
Wednesday, July 26, 2006
Handbags are a girl's best friendsMK is on leave for today and tomorrow, as she's attending a beach orgy with her girl friend Ani, and a bunch of hot Mongolian guys.
She smsed me early this morning.
MK: Eh, the beach I'm going to probably doesn't have handphone reception so when my bag arrives, just keep it for me first.
Me: Okay. Don't forget to collect seashells for me.
MK: Sure. I'll look for nice ones for you.
Me: Thanks. Hey, I might want to get the black and white Guess hobo bag.
MK: Haha! Online shopperholic!
Me: What to do? I'm stuck in the office for the whole day with broadband connection while you're out lesbianing with Ani and those naked Mongols.
MK: Oh yeahhhhh.. and I'll be having REAL orgasms.. not those fake ones you derive from shopping.
Me: I can't wait till you get pregnant and nine months down the road, you give birth and the baby looks like... *gasp!* ANI!
MK: At least I'll give birth to a baby, unlike shopperholic you who would probably get pregnant by Ebay and give birth to bags.
Me: If that's the case, I'd rather fuck a Hermes Birkins bag. At least I can sell my baby Birkins for RM30,000 each. Btw, don't forget to pack your morning-after pills. Mongols don't make good fathers.
MK: Hahaha! Right. Thanks for your "concern".
Me: Of course, I have to be concerned. I won't have the time to accompany you to the abortionist, okay?
Geez, I'm bored.
Time to hang out in the handbag section of Ebay again!
Edited: Someone bought my black and white Guess hobo... *sob*
I can die of happiness today
Today I introduced MK to the joys of online shopping. Heck, she even made her virgin online purchase!
*proud sniff*
We both bought a bag each.
*proud sniff*
We both bought a bag each.
MK's Guess Tote
My Guess Hobo Total damage done to wallet?
WHO CARES?!?! I HAD SO MUCH FUN!!!
So happy until like wanna cry liddat.
*hyperventilates*
Okay, enough blogging, more shopping.
WHO CARES?!?! I HAD SO MUCH FUN!!!
So happy until like wanna cry liddat.
*hyperventilates*
Okay, enough blogging, more shopping.
Monday, July 24, 2006
Let there be light
Stuck with other unfortunate victims in the horrible 5:30pm traffic jam.
Oh well, at least I'm not alone.
*smug grin*
But...
If I were alone...
THEN THERE WOULDN'T BE A TRAFFIC JAM AT ALL!
M@h@i.
God saw the light, and saw that it was good.
God divided the light from the darkness.
God called the light "day", and the darkness he called "night".
There was evening and there was morning, one day.
Hedo saw what God was doing, and said, "Hey, let me try!"
God nodded and bestowed his excellent photoshop skills onto her.
From the heavens, Hedo roared, "LET THERE BE LIGHT!"
Unfortunately, it was night time on Earth...
God divided the light from the darkness.
God called the light "day", and the darkness he called "night".
There was evening and there was morning, one day.
Hedo saw what God was doing, and said, "Hey, let me try!"
God nodded and bestowed his excellent photoshop skills onto her.
From the heavens, Hedo roared, "LET THERE BE LIGHT!"
Unfortunately, it was night time on Earth...
Oopsie doodle.
Sorry, God.
Sorry, God.
Sunday, July 23, 2006
Bimbotic football postLast night while watching the live Celtic vs Everton match...
Me: B, you noticed alot of goalkeepers have the first name "David"?
B: Huh... where got?
Me: Gottttttttttt!!!!!
B: Like who?
Me: David Marshall!
B: Who else?
Me: David James!
B: Who else?
Me: David... uhm... Seaman!!!
B: Who else?
Me: David Beckham?
B: .......
Me: B, who are you supporting?
B: Noone.
Me: Cannot... you must support either Celtic or Everton!
B: No... I support good football.
Me: Fine. I support Everton!
B: Why?
Me: I like blue jerseys.
B: .......
Me: True mahh... Everton's jerseys remind me of Italy's...
Me: Cipiieeet... pass the ball lah! Bangku! Cross... cross... CROSS YOU STUPID IDIOT!!!
B: Hahahahaha. Your Everton don't know how to cross the ball at all.
Me: Better than your Celtic who don't know what to do when the ball is in front of the goal!
B: Yeah, but at least they know how to cross the ball.
Me: .......
B: Do you know what it means when the player lift both his arms?
Me: He's asking for a hug?
B: .......
Me: No? He's showing that he didn't trip his opponent?
B: No.
Me: He's protesting his innocence? You know, like saying,"What the fuck?!?"
B: No.
Me: I give up.
B: He's indicating the far post.
Me: Oh.
Me: Are you sure he's not asking for a hug?
From an ex to the current
Hello.
So you're the new owner of Kel.
I was his previous owner... nice to meet you.
I'm sure if we ever do meet in real life, we'll get along just fine. Well, as long as you bear in mind ALL THE TIME that I HAD HIM FIRST and you're just licking the scraps off my plate.
Got that?
Good.
So how are you enjoying Kel so far? Isn't he simply delightful? Ah yes... he's a real gentleman - always have been, always will be.
Love him for his patience. Love him for giving in to your every whim and demands. Love him for treating you like the princess he thinks you are.
When he's PMS-sy and ignores you for days for no apparent reason (trust me, it CAN and WILL happen) just let him be and sooner or later he'll regain consciousness. When this happens, try to imagine having a bf who's in a coma and you can't do anything about it. Don't yell at him because it will only make him ignore you longer.
And don't ever, ever, EVER threaten suicide - slash your wrist, burn yourself, swallow pills etc because it pisses him off grandly and he WILL yell at you.
On second thoughts, you may try jumping off a tall building because I've not threatened to do that yet. Maybe you can use it for, what, three times before he discovers it just a ploy to make him feel guilty.
Apparently, you might want to succeed in areas that I fail miserably in such as cooking and cleaning *bored yawn* simply because I don't have the word "MAID" tattooed on my forehead... unlike you.
Keep yourself clean because dear Kel is extremely anal about hygiene. Get him to tell you stories about girls who don't keep themselves clean and you'll get what I mean. And please, for the love of God, don't use cheap deodorant or perfume because obviously I've trained his nose to only accept expensive scents. Oops.. my insincere apologies if you have to bust your entire life-savings to ensure that you smell good.
Keep the bathroom stocked with Fresh&White toothpaste because that's the only stuff he uses. Now don't complain, because his teeth are definitely whiter than yours.
Repeat after me: Always Adidas, Never Nike.
If you guys do plan to get married, one big plus is that with Kel as their father you're going to have absolutely gorgeous kids with huge eyes and long lashes... *envy envy* But you might have to work on their social skills because their father is too much of an introvert to do anything about it.
So with this few dos and don'ts that I have bestowed upon you, here's hoping that you and Kel have a happy life together in his wooden kampung house with no air-conditioning.
So you're the new owner of Kel.
I was his previous owner... nice to meet you.
I'm sure if we ever do meet in real life, we'll get along just fine. Well, as long as you bear in mind ALL THE TIME that I HAD HIM FIRST and you're just licking the scraps off my plate.
Got that?
Good.
So how are you enjoying Kel so far? Isn't he simply delightful? Ah yes... he's a real gentleman - always have been, always will be.
Love him for his patience. Love him for giving in to your every whim and demands. Love him for treating you like the princess he thinks you are.
When he's PMS-sy and ignores you for days for no apparent reason (trust me, it CAN and WILL happen) just let him be and sooner or later he'll regain consciousness. When this happens, try to imagine having a bf who's in a coma and you can't do anything about it. Don't yell at him because it will only make him ignore you longer.
And don't ever, ever, EVER threaten suicide - slash your wrist, burn yourself, swallow pills etc because it pisses him off grandly and he WILL yell at you.
On second thoughts, you may try jumping off a tall building because I've not threatened to do that yet. Maybe you can use it for, what, three times before he discovers it just a ploy to make him feel guilty.
Apparently, you might want to succeed in areas that I fail miserably in such as cooking and cleaning *bored yawn* simply because I don't have the word "MAID" tattooed on my forehead... unlike you.
Keep yourself clean because dear Kel is extremely anal about hygiene. Get him to tell you stories about girls who don't keep themselves clean and you'll get what I mean. And please, for the love of God, don't use cheap deodorant or perfume because obviously I've trained his nose to only accept expensive scents. Oops.. my insincere apologies if you have to bust your entire life-savings to ensure that you smell good.
Keep the bathroom stocked with Fresh&White toothpaste because that's the only stuff he uses. Now don't complain, because his teeth are definitely whiter than yours.
Repeat after me: Always Adidas, Never Nike.
If you guys do plan to get married, one big plus is that with Kel as their father you're going to have absolutely gorgeous kids with huge eyes and long lashes... *envy envy* But you might have to work on their social skills because their father is too much of an introvert to do anything about it.
So with this few dos and don'ts that I have bestowed upon you, here's hoping that you and Kel have a happy life together in his wooden kampung house with no air-conditioning.
Thursday, July 20, 2006
Epi Berfday Tooo Yoooooooooo!!!It's Laksa's birthday today so I took this opportunity to painstakingly create a birthday card for him.
Click to see larger version of pic. It looks alot better when it's not blog-shrunken.Hey Laksa, hope you like it. :)
Actually, it was a great de-stressing project. I probably needed it more than Laksa himself.
Oh yeah.. TGIF.
MK just handed me a peanut butter Tokiwado.
I love Tokiwados because Doraemon eats them too.
So yummy... especially the chocolate-filled ones...
There's a small stall selling Tokiwados below Laksa's office. *Laksa.. hint hint*
This is a truly excellent example of a highly-censored blog post. Sigh.
Actually, it was a great de-stressing project. I probably needed it more than Laksa himself.
Oh yeah.. TGIF.
MK just handed me a peanut butter Tokiwado.
I love Tokiwados because Doraemon eats them too.
So yummy... especially the chocolate-filled ones...
There's a small stall selling Tokiwados below Laksa's office. *Laksa.. hint hint*
This is a truly excellent example of a highly-censored blog post. Sigh.
Wednesday, July 19, 2006
Software auditingSoftware auditing going on in the office today.
My PC is currently half theman machine it used to be.
Farewell to all the contraband software that used to brighten my otherwise dreary office life. All of you did well. I'll miss you all so much... *big sob*
Apparently a little birdie told me that they are going to install a tracker software on each and every PC. This means that whatever is typed, run, or accessed on the PC will be logged.
LOGGED, dammit! It's like goddamn censorship - a huge insult to my (very liberal) PC!
I almost died in disbelief when I heard this horrible piece of news.
I seriously dread the day I run out of South Park episodes to watch, because there's no way I can ever-
Enough already.
Too damn devastated to type.
My PC is currently half the
Farewell to all the contraband software that used to brighten my otherwise dreary office life. All of you did well. I'll miss you all so much... *big sob*
Apparently a little birdie told me that they are going to install a tracker software on each and every PC. This means that whatever is typed, run, or accessed on the PC will be logged.
LOGGED, dammit! It's like goddamn censorship - a huge insult to my (very liberal) PC!
I almost died in disbelief when I heard this horrible piece of news.
I seriously dread the day I run out of South Park episodes to watch, because there's no way I can ever-
Enough already.
Too damn devastated to type.
PS: Anyone know how to get around a tracker software without having to secretly uninstall or disable it? I'm talking about a software version of Harry Potter's invisibility cloak - I need to blog! I need my regular supply of South Park dammit!
PPS: Omg I'm really starting to talk like Cartman.
Tuesday, July 18, 2006
Like MK says... I've morphedTotal freedom is a myth. Like unicorns and beanstalks that reach the sky.
Freedom to say what you like, write what you like, do what you like, and be your true self is a myth. Because if you say and do as you please all the time, you'll end up pissing everyone off and everyone will hate you. No kidding.
I have too many different personalities, like masks, that I can easily put on and discard in a matter of seconds.
When I first entered the working world, I was very defensive. I couldn't tolerate being criticised or told off. It wasn't till my boss gave me a sweet ego-busting lecture.
"You're too defensive. Too quick to answer back. Too quick to display your dislike. Your parents might be able to put up with you because, well, they are your parents. But here, you are an employee. And always remember: NO EMPLOYEE IS INDISPENSABLE."
Ouch.
So I learned the hard way the art of pretending, the art of masking my feelings, the art of keeping quiet when all I want to do is lash out and drown the person in sea of scathing sarcasm.
Ah yes, the art of being tactful and diplomatic.
Tact: A keen sense of what to do or say in order to maintain good relations with others or avoid offense.
Diplomacy: Skill in handling affairs without arousing hostility.
I'm scared.
I was never like this before.
I was never this nice and easy-going before.
I still dream of the spoilt, materialistic, arrogant, temperamental, sarcastic, fun-loving brat I used to be.
I'm confused between conforming to the wants of society and be accepted, or be myself and end up happily pissing people off.
Sometimes... I do not even know who I am anymore.
Freedom to say what you like, write what you like, do what you like, and be your true self is a myth. Because if you say and do as you please all the time, you'll end up pissing everyone off and everyone will hate you. No kidding.
I have too many different personalities, like masks, that I can easily put on and discard in a matter of seconds.
When I first entered the working world, I was very defensive. I couldn't tolerate being criticised or told off. It wasn't till my boss gave me a sweet ego-busting lecture.
"You're too defensive. Too quick to answer back. Too quick to display your dislike. Your parents might be able to put up with you because, well, they are your parents. But here, you are an employee. And always remember: NO EMPLOYEE IS INDISPENSABLE."
Ouch.
So I learned the hard way the art of pretending, the art of masking my feelings, the art of keeping quiet when all I want to do is lash out and drown the person in sea of scathing sarcasm.
Ah yes, the art of being tactful and diplomatic.
Tact: A keen sense of what to do or say in order to maintain good relations with others or avoid offense.
Diplomacy: Skill in handling affairs without arousing hostility.
I'm scared.
I was never like this before.
I was never this nice and easy-going before.
I still dream of the spoilt, materialistic, arrogant, temperamental, sarcastic, fun-loving brat I used to be.
I'm confused between conforming to the wants of society and be accepted, or be myself and end up happily pissing people off.
Sometimes... I do not even know who I am anymore.
Monday, July 17, 2006
World Cup memeAnd I thought World Cup mania was over!
Oh well... I guess I was wrong, thanks to Laksa.
Your best World Cup experience?
Watching Argentina mercilessly thrash Serbia & Montenegre 6-0.
Oh, and looking out for hot new players.
The best match?
Goals galore :: Argentina vs Serbia & Montenegro
Red and yellow cards galore :: Portugal vs Netherlands
Your favorite chant?
My own chant: "Stupid eeeeeediot... so BANGKU one... you know how to kick the ball or not?? Cheeeeeeeepiettt!!!! OMG, even my grandmother close both eyes can score that goal lah!!!"
Most beautiful jersey?
Argentina (away) and Germany
Champion of the hearts?
Germany. I love their highly-disciplined, perfectionist style of playing.
Best beer during the World Cup?
I don't drink alcohol, but my favourite Wold Cup poison is sugarless ice lemon tea.
Most favourite player?
Kaka (Brazil)
Fernando Torres (Spain)
Best moment on TV?
Every time Argentina scored.
Whenever my favourite Maxis 3G advertisement comes on - the "Rio Ferdinand.." one.
Worst moment on TV?
Every time England played (like crippled snails).
The OSIM iGallop advertisement. It was cool at first but eventually I got so damn sick of it. B still likes it, though.
Did you enjoy it?
Hell yeah. I'm proud to announce that I didn't even call in sick once for the whole WC season.
And now?
And now I'm waiting for EPL to start. GO LIVERPOOL! YAY YAY YAY!
Copyright: www.football.co.uk
B, if you're reading this, I'm tagging you. Just copy and paste the questions and fill in your own answers. You should find this meme fun, since you're such a football fanatic.
When it's over
There's nothing better than a cancer-inducing puff after.
*lazy grin*
I'll leave the rest to your imagination.
*lazy grin*
I'll leave the rest to your imagination.
Sunday, July 16, 2006
99% good, 1% extremely evilI was a good girl yesterday. *insert golden halo above head*
I finally resumed church-going (after weeks and weeks of non-attendance due to WC).
Yeah, the prodigal daughter has finally returned to the flock.
However, I wasn't really a good girl at church because I ranted a little. You see, I enjoy sitting alone in church because I get easily distracted if I sit among friends.
So there I was, sitting alone at the end of the pew, minding my business, when suddenly the pastor decided to do a little "exercise" in appreciation. He made spouses look each other in the eye and say, "I appreciate you."
I looked to my right. No spouse. Yay.
Went back to minding my own business.
THEN the pastor made friends and family look each other eye and say, "I appreciate you."
Fuck.
A bubbly voice accompanied by a waft of grandmother-scent popped up beside me, "Hi! Are you new here?"
"Err.. no.." I said cautiously to the over-friendly lady in purple who appeared from nowhere.
"Oh okay! I saw you sitting alone and so I thought you didn't have any friends here. Hi! My name is Irene!"
"Hi. I'm Tiffany."
"Stephanie?"
"No, it's Tiffany."
"Ohhhh.. Nice to meet you, Tiffany! Are you working or studying?"
"Working. MK is my colleague."
"Ohhh.. so you know MK!"
"Yeah. Oh look, she's sitting over there. If you don't mind, I'd like to go sit with her."
And with that, I dashed over to where MK was sitting.
"Eh, you came late har?" asked MK.
"Nooooo.. I was sitting over there alone and some idiot lady came up to me and attempted to strike up a conversation! Doesn't she know how much I enjoy isolating myself in church?!?" I grumbled loudly.
"Which lady?"
"Nehhhh.. that one in purple! Sitting beside the man in white. She said her name was Irene or something like that."
MK craned her neck to get a better look. Suddenly her eyes widened in panic. "OMG, that's Josiah's mother!" she hissed.
Slowly I tooked out out my handphone and typed out: THE GUY SITTING BEHIND US IS JOSIAH, RIGHT?
I showed the message to MK.
MK nodded.
Argh.
I played frisbee yesterday afternoon.
Last week the soles of my feet were peppered with large blistered because I used my Teva sandals to run instead of proper sneakers. *ouch ouch ouch*
"So clever of you. Next time you want to use sandals to play frisbee again?" asked B, when I made him hunt down some plasters to cushion my blisters.
"Don't want.." I sulked.
So yesterday, I wore socks and sneakers for frisbee.
Unfortunately I was late, so I just entered the game without warming up.
I came away blister-free, but damn.. my shins hurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrt. *ouch ouch ouch*
"So clever of you. Next time you want to play frisbee without warming up again?" asked B, when I moaned about my painful shins.
Luckily I didn't tell him about my aching shoulders from all that frisbee-blocking. *sniff*
I finally resumed church-going (after weeks and weeks of non-attendance due to WC).
Yeah, the prodigal daughter has finally returned to the flock.
However, I wasn't really a good girl at church because I ranted a little. You see, I enjoy sitting alone in church because I get easily distracted if I sit among friends.
So there I was, sitting alone at the end of the pew, minding my business, when suddenly the pastor decided to do a little "exercise" in appreciation. He made spouses look each other in the eye and say, "I appreciate you."
I looked to my right. No spouse. Yay.
Went back to minding my own business.
THEN the pastor made friends and family look each other eye and say, "I appreciate you."
Fuck.
A bubbly voice accompanied by a waft of grandmother-scent popped up beside me, "Hi! Are you new here?"
"Err.. no.." I said cautiously to the over-friendly lady in purple who appeared from nowhere.
"Oh okay! I saw you sitting alone and so I thought you didn't have any friends here. Hi! My name is Irene!"
"Hi. I'm Tiffany."
"Stephanie?"
"No, it's Tiffany."
"Ohhhh.. Nice to meet you, Tiffany! Are you working or studying?"
"Working. MK is my colleague."
"Ohhh.. so you know MK!"
"Yeah. Oh look, she's sitting over there. If you don't mind, I'd like to go sit with her."
And with that, I dashed over to where MK was sitting.
"Eh, you came late har?" asked MK.
"Nooooo.. I was sitting over there alone and some idiot lady came up to me and attempted to strike up a conversation! Doesn't she know how much I enjoy isolating myself in church?!?" I grumbled loudly.
"Which lady?"
"Nehhhh.. that one in purple! Sitting beside the man in white. She said her name was Irene or something like that."
MK craned her neck to get a better look. Suddenly her eyes widened in panic. "OMG, that's Josiah's mother!" she hissed.
Slowly I tooked out out my handphone and typed out: THE GUY SITTING BEHIND US IS JOSIAH, RIGHT?
I showed the message to MK.
MK nodded.
Argh.
I played frisbee yesterday afternoon.
Last week the soles of my feet were peppered with large blistered because I used my Teva sandals to run instead of proper sneakers. *ouch ouch ouch*
"So clever of you. Next time you want to use sandals to play frisbee again?" asked B, when I made him hunt down some plasters to cushion my blisters.
"Don't want.." I sulked.
So yesterday, I wore socks and sneakers for frisbee.
Unfortunately I was late, so I just entered the game without warming up.
I came away blister-free, but damn.. my shins hurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrt. *ouch ouch ouch*
"So clever of you. Next time you want to play frisbee without warming up again?" asked B, when I moaned about my painful shins.
Luckily I didn't tell him about my aching shoulders from all that frisbee-blocking. *sniff*
Wednesday, July 12, 2006
Photography, but not really
::this was the closest i could get to an actual roadblock::::at least there were policemen in the car::
Someone asked me why don't I get a real digital camera since I like taking photos?
Well, because digital cameras don't interest me much.
No doubt about it, the VGA camera on the Nokia 6230 takes lousy pics. The colours are bland. The quality is grainy. There's no flash. The night mode is a farce. So why do I use it?
Because that's all I have at the moment.
Admittedly I know nothing about photography. Throw me one of those kickass cameras with a million different lenses and shit and I wouldn't know what to do with it. Besides, like I said before, I'm not interested in real photography.
So I take lots of grainy pictures when I'm driving. Sometimes I don't even know how the pictures turn out until I get home and upload them onto my notebook. Kind of like Lomography, where you ignore the viewfinder and "shoot from the hip". In one night, I randomly take 20 to 30 pics, only to use what, 3? or 4?
The real challenge comes in editing those pictures. To turn something blah into, well, acceptable. Or maybe artistic. And since I know nothing about photography, if my edited pics looks okay to my untrained eyes, then I suppose they should look okay to all YOUR untrained eyes too.
This was the first ever "road" picture I edited. Notice the grainy trails across the screen - evidence that the pic was taken using a low resolution camera. That time it didn't occur to me to use the "pixel cleanup" function of the photo-editing software. Ah well.
Well, because digital cameras don't interest me much.
No doubt about it, the VGA camera on the Nokia 6230 takes lousy pics. The colours are bland. The quality is grainy. There's no flash. The night mode is a farce. So why do I use it?
Because that's all I have at the moment.
Admittedly I know nothing about photography. Throw me one of those kickass cameras with a million different lenses and shit and I wouldn't know what to do with it. Besides, like I said before, I'm not interested in real photography.
So I take lots of grainy pictures when I'm driving. Sometimes I don't even know how the pictures turn out until I get home and upload them onto my notebook. Kind of like Lomography, where you ignore the viewfinder and "shoot from the hip". In one night, I randomly take 20 to 30 pics, only to use what, 3? or 4?
The real challenge comes in editing those pictures. To turn something blah into, well, acceptable. Or maybe artistic. And since I know nothing about photography, if my edited pics looks okay to my untrained eyes, then I suppose they should look okay to all YOUR untrained eyes too.
This was the first ever "road" picture I edited. Notice the grainy trails across the screen - evidence that the pic was taken using a low resolution camera. That time it didn't occur to me to use the "pixel cleanup" function of the photo-editing software. Ah well.
::virgin effort in photo editing::Photography purists scorn the use of photo-editing software. Well, if they can use some grainy low-res VGA cam and turn out award-winning pictures, then I'll take my words back. Any dickhead can take pretty photos using kickass dSLR cams or the latest whatever that's floating in the market right now. But damn it, where's the challenge?!?!
::i love taking photos during rainy days::Things I've learned so far about road photography:
1. Take as many photos as you can. If something about the streetlights strike your fancy, just snap away. Chances are that only a miniscule fraction of the photos you've taken can be salvaged.
2. Best time to take photos are noon, evenings, and late at night. Never switch to night mode for night photography.
3. Watch for potential light sources. Streetlights, traffic lights, car headlights, and neon signboards are all good candidates.
4. Instead at ranting and raving during traffic jams, take photos. Chances are that the quality of the photos will be better since your car (and your target) are stationary.
1. Take as many photos as you can. If something about the streetlights strike your fancy, just snap away. Chances are that only a miniscule fraction of the photos you've taken can be salvaged.
2. Best time to take photos are noon, evenings, and late at night. Never switch to night mode for night photography.
3. Watch for potential light sources. Streetlights, traffic lights, car headlights, and neon signboards are all good candidates.
4. Instead at ranting and raving during traffic jams, take photos. Chances are that the quality of the photos will be better since your car (and your target) are stationary.
I want a Lomo Fisheye so bad. Or a Lomo Compact. But they're so expensive... *gulp*
Failing which, I think I'll settle for a Holga 120CFN Lomo camera. Old school sial, but I simply love the vignetting effect. See examples of photos taken using a Holga 120CFN.
Failing which, I think I'll settle for a Holga 120CFN Lomo camera. Old school sial, but I simply love the vignetting effect. See examples of photos taken using a Holga 120CFN.
Cost: RM180 minus the 35mm insert or the colour filter kit. Damn, I need the 35mm insert or else I'll go broke buying rolls of 120 film.
Wish me luck.
Tuesday, July 11, 2006
Gossiping causes premature deafnessB took me to Holiday Inn for lunch yesterday. So happifying, but I felt a twinge of guilt because the bill was slightly astronomical for a normal weekday lunch.
That's why after dinner at Hainan Street Restaurant, I obediently followed MK to pay for the meal despite B calling after me to get the money from him first.
During dinner, MK and I went on a gossiping spree like nobody's business.
B, as usual, resumed his annoyed-amused mode.
That's why after dinner at Hainan Street Restaurant, I obediently followed MK to pay for the meal despite B calling after me to get the money from him first.
During dinner, MK and I went on a gossiping spree like nobody's business.
B, as usual, resumed his annoyed-amused mode.
MK: That girl... sometimes you can't believe the things she says!
Me: Yeah... but she's just sooooo funny! *laughs*
B: .......
MK: Haha.
B: You girls really like to talk about other people horh?
Me: Uhm, well...
MK: ....... *looks away*
Me: .......
MK: .......
Me: .......
MK: Oh, you know what? Back in school, she used to-
B: *sigh*
Me: Omg MK, didn't you hear what B said just now??
MK: No... what?
Me: He said that we like to talk about other people!
MK: Huh? Reallyyyy? Omg...
B: *sigh*
Me: Hehe. You're, like, trying to piss B off now, right?
MK: Oh no! No! *laughs*
Me: *laughs*
B: *shakes head*
Monday, July 10, 2006
I drive with a camera phone in one handWhen I'm driving alone, I have a habit of taking random photos.. especially at night and during rainy days. Btw, all photos were taken using an old Nokia 6230 (VGA camera) and edited with Micrografx Picture Publisher.
::a sneak peek of what's lurking on my dashboard::
::caught in a waterlogged jam yesterday::
::driving along park lane in the driving rain::
::i sensed a car pulling up beside me::::i aimed the phone to the side and blindly snapped::
::this is the result::
::the intersection of jalan sg maong tengah at 1905hrs::That's all for today folks. I hear the kids in South Park calling me.
Sunday, July 09, 2006
Gossiping causes premature amnesiaMy beloved road-crossing buddy MK is finally back... yippyyayyay!
This morning I happily awaited my "gifts" from KL.
My Hang Ten singlets - so cheap, only RM13 per piece.
A red Topshop thong *squeal* Thanks Thongs, Hing, and MK for the ultra-belated birthday pressie!
I feel so loved today.
MK also gave me chocolate Twiggies, which are highly coveted here simply because you can only get them in West Malaysia.
And a heart-shaped chocolate which she brought back from a wedding dinner.
And two Barnsberry chocolate cubes - orange and hazelnut flavoured.
I didn't much like the orange flavoured choc.
The hazelnut one was much better.
"Hmm, it's not very good, I think..." said MK.
"Yeah," I replied, "It's not very creamy."
"Well, it tastes... cheap."
I raised one eyebrow. "But were they cheap?"
"Yeah, there were cheap," MK replied immediately. Two seconds later she burst into laughter.
"Interesting," I grinned, "You buy cheap chocolates and expect them to taste expensive. Right."
This morning I happily awaited my "gifts" from KL.
My Hang Ten singlets - so cheap, only RM13 per piece.
A red Topshop thong *squeal* Thanks Thongs, Hing, and MK for the ultra-belated birthday pressie!
I feel so loved today.
MK also gave me chocolate Twiggies, which are highly coveted here simply because you can only get them in West Malaysia.
And a heart-shaped chocolate which she brought back from a wedding dinner.
And two Barnsberry chocolate cubes - orange and hazelnut flavoured.
I didn't much like the orange flavoured choc.
The hazelnut one was much better.
"Hmm, it's not very good, I think..." said MK.
"Yeah," I replied, "It's not very creamy."
"Well, it tastes... cheap."
I raised one eyebrow. "But were they cheap?"
"Yeah, there were cheap," MK replied immediately. Two seconds later she burst into laughter.
"Interesting," I grinned, "You buy cheap chocolates and expect them to taste expensive. Right."
B finds it both irritating and amusing, the way MK and I can talktalktalk till the cows come home.
Me: Hey, remember I told you that the he took leave for the next day?
MK: No, I told you that!
Me: Oh. Oh yeah. Omg... this is embarassing.
B: .....
(Ten minutes later)
MK: Hey, remember I told you that she didn't like soft toys?
Me: Weii... I told you that lah!
MK: Huh?
Me: Hello... I was the one who told you about the time she got a soft toy for for her birthday and she immediately tossed it to the backseat... remember??
MK: Oh. Oh yeah! *laughs* Omg...
B: ...... *sigh*
Me: Hey, remember I told you that the he took leave for the next day?
MK: No, I told you that!
Me: Oh. Oh yeah. Omg... this is embarassing.
B: .....
(Ten minutes later)
MK: Hey, remember I told you that she didn't like soft toys?
Me: Weii... I told you that lah!
MK: Huh?
Me: Hello... I was the one who told you about the time she got a soft toy for for her birthday and she immediately tossed it to the backseat... remember??
MK: Oh. Oh yeah! *laughs* Omg...
B: ...... *sigh*
B: You girls like to talk alot horh?
Me: Well, yeah... until sometimes we can't even remember who said what.
MK: Hehe.
Thursday, July 06, 2006
Finally!B got a new phone - Sony Ericsson Z530i. I'm so jealous.
But not too jealous because he hasn't got a memory card yet, so his bao bei phone can only store one full length Shakira - Hips Don't Lie mp3. Heh.
Two days without MK in the office (she took leave to go shopping in KL) and I'm ready to scream.
Two days without MK in the office (she took leave to go shopping in KL) and I'm ready to scream.
Nobody to disturb when I'm bored.
Nobody to talk to when I need some distraction.
Nobody to nick cookies from.
Nobody to laugh with.
Nobody to rant with.
Nobody to gossip with in the toilet.
And worst of all...
NOBODY TO HELP ME CROSS THE ROAD!!!
I'm the world's horriblest road crosser. I tend to scream whenever I'm stuck halfway across the road and a car gets too close to me. Or when it looks as if it's about to run me down.
MK... COME BACK NOW AND SAVE ME FROM ENDING UP AS ROADKILL!!! *SCREAM*
On a more cheery note, I managed to complete my industry report. I soooo deserve a break. I'm going to watch South Park after this.
Oooo... now that I know Laksa is supporting those damn Frenchies, I'll definitely be supporting Italy during the WC finals!
Why?
Because...
Fabio Cannavaro is hot.
Copyright http://www.operaprima.art.br/I love pizza.
Copyright http://www.superbrandsindia.com/And I love lasagna. *B... hint hint!*
Copyright http://www.mediterrasian.com/Tuesday, July 04, 2006
Binge festYesterday B and I went on an eating spree.
Originally we made plans to catch a movie, but right after work we were both ravenous. I didn't eat lunch and B... well, B is always hungry. Heh.
So we went to the nearby coffee shop where we had dinner. B had rice with pork chops while I had rice with pork and salted fish.
After that, B accompanied me to Parkson because I wanted to check out the Puma t-shirts for the World Cup. Unfortunately, only the France t-shirts were left. *sob*
Oh well, noone likes those damn Frenchies anyway.
B suggested we head to Seattle Coffee at Merdeka Palace Hotel because it's fully airconditioned and you can smoke there.
Seattle Coffee!!!
I love Seattle because it's classy-casual. And best of all, I can smoke in there!
B ordered an ice latte and a chocolate cheesecake. I ordered a chocolate milkshake and a chicken mushroom pie. B sampled a little of my pie and decided to order one for himself too.
After Seattle, we rounded up MK and brought her for dinner at Sun Music Cafe.
At Sun, MK had a beef and rice dish. I had an ice kacang. B had rice with butter chicken.
Today B didn't go to work because he's down with, erm, severe tummy pains.
I hesitate to use the D-word in fear of contracting it myself.
Originally we made plans to catch a movie, but right after work we were both ravenous. I didn't eat lunch and B... well, B is always hungry. Heh.
So we went to the nearby coffee shop where we had dinner. B had rice with pork chops while I had rice with pork and salted fish.
After that, B accompanied me to Parkson because I wanted to check out the Puma t-shirts for the World Cup. Unfortunately, only the France t-shirts were left. *sob*
Oh well, noone likes those damn Frenchies anyway.
B suggested we head to Seattle Coffee at Merdeka Palace Hotel because it's fully airconditioned and you can smoke there.
Seattle Coffee!!!
I love Seattle because it's classy-casual. And best of all, I can smoke in there!
B ordered an ice latte and a chocolate cheesecake. I ordered a chocolate milkshake and a chicken mushroom pie. B sampled a little of my pie and decided to order one for himself too.
After Seattle, we rounded up MK and brought her for dinner at Sun Music Cafe.
At Sun, MK had a beef and rice dish. I had an ice kacang. B had rice with butter chicken.
Today B didn't go to work because he's down with, erm, severe tummy pains.
I hesitate to use the D-word in fear of contracting it myself.
Monday, July 03, 2006
PidgeI saw my sister from outside the study room. "Hi bitch," I called out, Paris Hilton-style, before stepping through the door.
Only then did I notice that my sister was not the only one in room.
My father, who was initially reading the papers in the corner, looked at me sternly.
Uh-oh.
"So, PIDGE..." I continued hurriedly.
"Pidge?" my sister asked, confused.
"Yes, Pidge. You know, short for errr... pigeon! Pidge is a cute name. Oh wait, Pidgey is even cuter..." I babbled on.
My father resumed reading the papers with an audible sigh...
...and Paris Hilton gracefully slunk out of the room.
Only then did I notice that my sister was not the only one in room.
My father, who was initially reading the papers in the corner, looked at me sternly.
Uh-oh.
"So, PIDGE..." I continued hurriedly.
"Pidge?" my sister asked, confused.
"Yes, Pidge. You know, short for errr... pigeon! Pidge is a cute name. Oh wait, Pidgey is even cuter..." I babbled on.
My father resumed reading the papers with an audible sigh...
...and Paris Hilton gracefully slunk out of the room.
Sunday, July 02, 2006
My sister, my walking PDASaturday night...
"This coming Monday is enrolment day. Don't forget."
"Okay."
Sunday night...
"Tomorrow is enrolment day. You better go enrol during your lunch break or after work."
"Okay."Monday morning...
"Don't forget to go to college later."
"Huh?"
"Today's enrolment day. Don't you remember?"
"Oh, yeah. Damn."
"So you better go to college later, okay?"
"Erm.. by the way.."
"What?"
"You enrol for me, can or not? I think I'm going to be rather busy today."
"Sigh. Pass me your enrolment form then."
Monday evening...
"I've done your enrolment. You owe me RM12."
"What for???"
"I paid for your textbook first. You'll need it for next semester."
"Damnit.. you should've just gotten back the book list. I can borrow my textbooks from Thongs."
"Eeyerrr.. it's only RM12, okay?""Fine. Whatever. Thanks."
"Classes start next week."
"Okay."
"And don't forget to collect your textbook."
"Yes, mother."
With a younger sister like mine, who needs a personal assistant?
