Sorry for leaving the last blog entry there for so long!
Recently I keep having lizard traumas, and I must say that today's is the most horrific of all lor.
I am rejoining Stomp, so I had to do a photoshoot right... then there was a miscommunication and nobody told me I am supposed to wear my own clothes!!
So there I was, stupidly, at 10.30am in the morning at SPH, having took a $14.50 cab fare from home, and dressed in my lousy tee and shorts, totally inappropriate for the red and black theme.
5 minutes into meeting the lady-in-charge I stopped short and realised we were in a dire situation.
I cabbed home again to get suitable clothes, and I thought, I might as well just ask the cabbie to wait downstairs - might actually be cheaper than calling another cab.
And so I did!
So I went upstairs, opened my wardrobe, and a fucking gigantic lizard was inside my wardrobe and tried to escape out!!
The stupid fucker tried to weasel through the hinge crack and couldn't, so I took the opportunity and SLAMMED THE DOOR SHUT DAMN HARD.
BAM!
Fucking lizard was smashed until he gong gong between the door and wardrobe!
He was stuck there, so I slammed once more to make sure he is dead.
BAM!
Fucking tail fell out!!
THE TAIL FELL ON MY FAVOURITE WHITE TERRY CLOTH SHORTS!
The tail wiggled so vigariously, as if it had a life of its own, and was so rapidly flopping around that I could only do one thing:
I stood there, stone-still, and screamed my lungs out for Momo.
She hurried in and I explained what happened to her in a trembling voice. She shoved me out of the place (stomp dress in hand) and told me to go before the cab leaves me.
My brave Momo!
She took a giant piece of masking tape and cleared up the corpse.
In the process, she claimed that the lizard's body (still stuck up there in between the door and wardrobe) fell down and when she saw the dead eyes staring up at her, she vomitted.
Poor Momo!
I recently keep having horrific encounters with lizards which involve me somehow giving them a horrible death.
I used to not mind them very much, coz I think unlike cockroaches lizards always know how to siam when they see humans and also they eat the mosquitoes, but man...
Maybe 2 months ago one lizard DIED while being trapped in the tangle of computer cables behind my desk, and THE SMELL IS SOOOOOOOOOOOO BAD.
For a week I could smell a sour, salty and tangy smell in my room, and I didn't know what the hell it was!
I searched for damn long and thought maybe I dropped some food behind the computer table and that's why it smells so bad.
Then finally I couldn't take it anymore and moved the table away.
There, trapped in the complicated cables was a lizard, who, maliciously enough, decided to end its life in my room.
WHERE IS THE FUCK ARE ALL THE CORPSES OF LIZARDS ANYWAY?
Have you ever thought about that? There are so many lizards around, yet I've only seen one dead one (and this one's not dying of old age either, it was trapped). Come think of it I saw another baby one before behind my couch. It was totally dried and black. YUCK!
But where are all the dead old adult lizards? Eaten up? By ants? Yuck, lizard so yucky also got people eat.
Weird. Come think of it, where are all the dead birds and dead stray cats? Are our cleaning bangalas that efficient?!
Food for thought.
Anyway as I was saying! I had to clean up that lizard corpse (just my luck it is resting in hot wires and therefore was prone to emitting that horrible smell 10x) and I kept making puking noises while doing it.
AFTER THAT I DECIDED TO DECLARE WAR ON LIZARDS.
I had enough of their shit (literally), and NO MORE LIZARDS ALLOWED AT HOME!
Just 1 week ago I smacked (with my slipper) one baby lizard to death while showering.
At first it was on the high corner of the bathroom, so I made sure I stood far enough, and sprayed it with damn hot water.
It fell to the ground, at the bottom corner... I turned on the water full blast, and kept spraying it till it was spinning around rapidly in an a miniature wave-pool.
After 10 minutes of malicious spraying, the lizard flopped on its back, apparently dead.
NOT!!!
Bugger was fucking pretending ok!
So I sprayed it again, for another 5 mins. It just won't drown! So annoying! But it was indeed very exhausted from spinning, so it just stood there unmoving.
Big mistake.
I smacked it 3 times with my slipper.
Since I was doing all this drama, I wasn't done with my showering, so I had to continue showering all while pretending the grey corpse of a smashed lizard wasn't just 30 cm away from me.
Yuck!
OK here's the thing. If you are in the same situation as me, and supposing you can't flush the lizard into the drainage coz there is a sieve there, what would you do?
Would you
a) Use plastic bag to pick up the lizard
b) Use your bare hands to pick it up ("Lizard only what, cheh...")
c) Use vaccuum cleaner
d) Use masking tape
I considered A and D, but I didn't wanna feel the mushiness behind the plastic bag and I thought the masking tape might not stick a wet lizard, so I came up with something better.
I used disposable wooden chopsticks to pick it up and throw it into the toilet bowl!
BEST.
The tail took some skill to pick up.
Two days before this, I used a microwave-safe plastic box to trap a gigantic lizard!
When I slid the lid back from under the box and had the lizard trapped, I looked at it, and its stupid bulging eyes seemed to be pleading me to just let it go.
....
DO YOU REMEMBER YOUR FRIEND WHO DIED IN MY COMPUTER CABLES, YOU FUCKER?!
YOU THINK I'M GONNA LET YOU GO?!
NEXT TIME MAYBE WHEN YOUR SORT DIES YOU WILL THINK OF A BETTER PLACE TO DIE, HUH?! HUH?!
And so, hatred pulsed through me at a scary rate and I shook the box containing the lizard hard... for 5 whole mins.
I imagine I must have looked damn crazy and definitely would not have sex with myself if I weren't me. I'd have sex with myself when I am not crazy though. I'm pretty hot.
After shaking it for so long, the tail fell out into 3 separate pieces, and bits of its body was mashed up, not to mention it also shitted itself. Gross!
Before it died, for a split second I contemplated putting the box into the microwave just so it will die in the most horrible way possible. But of course I didn't, the microwave is for food mah!
So anyway, WHY AM I SO CRUEL?!
After all my killings I realised I don't kill for justice anymore, I kill for a sadistic, perverted high!
It makes me feel good and powerful!!
I think I am going to turn into a serial killer! I read on wikipedia that most serial killers start out by torturing small animals even when they are kids.
I told my worry to Rozz, who told me that lizards are not (relatively speaking) animals and they are evil and deserve being tortured.
I then told my worry to Mike, who laughed it off and said that he used to explode ants and also, once, used a BB gun on a chicken.
Those air guns are really painful and he and his brother shot the chicken (who very unfortunately flew into their backyard by mistake) at least 150 times.
Horrible boys!!!
The chicken actually survived and flew away, and Mike said he saw it walking along the sidewalk a few days later.
He also told me he was aiming mostly for the head.
I guess I am not cruel enough to be a serial killer after all.
But hey, if lizards could talk, I'd be their feared serial killer.
Yeah, I'm a Lizard serial killer. I killed 3 in a week. You are a lizard reading this, you better be careful.
************
Anyone watched the movie Hostel? Fantastic show. It's about this guy who went holidaying and was trapped to be the victim at a torture-house where rich clients pay to torture and kill people.
He escaped (after being tortured quite badly), and in turn he tortured his torturer the same way the torturer did to him.
It is very funny, because at the start when he was being "innocently" tortured, I suppose the movie watchers will all agree to take the guy's side and feel strongly against the rich sadistic torturer.
However, when this guy was taking his revenge and did stuff like cutting off his enemy's toe (his own toe got cut off too), I felt like he was doing the right thing, and was even cheering him on to do more to his enemy.
Now that's weird isn't it? It's the same torture, but as long as we feel we can justify it, we seem to enjoy it, but if we can't, then we say it's cruel and heartless blah blah.
Serial killers are just like any of us - it's just that they justify taking their victims because they are sick in the head.
For example, Ted Bundy killed young girls who look like the one who dumped him in high school. John Wayne Gacy killed young boys coz he was secretly homosexual and hated what he called "gay-acting people".
I find American serial killers very fascinating (not in a good way, but still, fascinating)! They are the worst sort, for some reason.
Wednesday, February 28, 2007
Saturday, February 24, 2007
Or loosely translated as "Ridding the public of vermin"
Some of you might remember I used to have a blog dedicated, at first at least, solely to produce hate messages against me - very uncreatively and childishly named "Xialanxue".
(Don't try to go to his site, it now contains a spam address with irritating pop-ups)
Throughout a span of a year, the blog owner (who is an anonymous coward of course) wrote many lies about me and caused me countless tears, striking especially hard to siphon fame whenever I was down or had some controversy going on.
I did not know him (nobody who knows me will presume the absurd things he says about me), and yet he sounded like he knows the inside of my head so well, assuming my motives, my intentions, and boardcasting them to the naive internet world, who dumbly enough chose to believe him.
Most annoying of all, he stood on high moral ground and preached to others how to live their lives, when he is just a nobody. He could be your regular admin clerk, or your middle-aged illiterate uncle, or even some computer geek who never left his pc world.
Is he Gandhi? Is he my father? I presume not. So he is in no position to tell me what to do.
The last straw came when he published an article saying that a real life friend of mine told him that I was... something like none of my real life friends even like me.
*ROLL EYES*
IS THAT IRRITATING OR WHAT!?
As if any of my real-life friends will make friends with vermin like him! Seriously, he needs to wake up and smell the real shit: WE ARE OF A DIFFERENT CLASS. My friends will never make friends with someone like YOU!
All my good friends range from knowing me 10-3 years, and you would think that people who dislike me will not stick around for so long.
Countless times, I had my looks insulted, my photos defaced, and my reputation defamed, all to just earn him a few adsense dollars.
The retard even concluded he is good enough to be impersonated! Isn't that funny? If a can of abalone claims to be some barnacles one day, that is called SPOOFING.
NOT impersonation, simply because you are not good enough, geddit? YOU ARE JUST THE ACCESSORY, WITHOUT WHICH THE POTAGONIST YOU WON'T EVEN EXIST.
FUCK HIM.
I hated him so much, one day I decided I had enough, and approached lawyers.
My friend introduced me to a lawyer who agreed on taking on the case.
Somehow, XLX must have caught wind of the impending case, because he stopped writing about me.
Instead, he terrorized other bloggers, including Dawn (first posting her pre-op photos then saying how she is sweet etc unlike me *roll eyes*), Wee Shu Min (whoever she is), Tammy and various other random people.
FUCK HIM.
Starhub took a long time to get back with the identity behind the ip address, and I thought, since XLX stopped blogging about me, I shall let it go.
Just two days ago, he resurfaced again, linking to some useless forum person who dug out my mistake of a Maxim photoshoot 2 years ago, and claiming I posed for it with my new plastic nose.
How grossly wrong can his information get?
(Also, seriously, the nose job insults are just sooooo lame, it's like throwing styrofoam daggers at me).
And once again, he has the guts to insinuate disgust at my looks.
Let's face it, he is probably an ugly loser and will jump at the chance to have sex with someone half my celibre.
Digressing, why are some ugly people so unabashed? HOW can you keep going on about how some other people are ugly when it only draws attention to how you look like a buttplug?
So anyway, I wrote an email to him:
And thus he shut down his site.
Good riddence, Mr Nobody. You would have been a nobody without me, so let's have you return to that insignificant position. I'm sure the rest of the girls and I will miss your sorry ass.(*insert Borat "NOT!")
I guess that the question I'd have to ask God when I die (presuming we get to ask a question, which I think is only fair) is who he is. I'd then seduce the weather guy and make him throw a lightning bolt at xlx's face, splintering it into a million burnt pieces. Ahhh... that feels good. What do you mean what about his mother? Too bad la, as if my mother wasn't sad when he kept defaming me!
I wonder if after I die I will be able to keep my new nose, or go back to the old one? It will be so sad to suddenly have a big nose again.
(What do you mean how do I know he is a guy? I just know! Girls don't blog like that.)
Some of you might remember I used to have a blog dedicated, at first at least, solely to produce hate messages against me - very uncreatively and childishly named "Xialanxue".
(Don't try to go to his site, it now contains a spam address with irritating pop-ups)
Throughout a span of a year, the blog owner (who is an anonymous coward of course) wrote many lies about me and caused me countless tears, striking especially hard to siphon fame whenever I was down or had some controversy going on.
I did not know him (nobody who knows me will presume the absurd things he says about me), and yet he sounded like he knows the inside of my head so well, assuming my motives, my intentions, and boardcasting them to the naive internet world, who dumbly enough chose to believe him.
Most annoying of all, he stood on high moral ground and preached to others how to live their lives, when he is just a nobody. He could be your regular admin clerk, or your middle-aged illiterate uncle, or even some computer geek who never left his pc world.
Is he Gandhi? Is he my father? I presume not. So he is in no position to tell me what to do.
The last straw came when he published an article saying that a real life friend of mine told him that I was... something like none of my real life friends even like me.
*ROLL EYES*
IS THAT IRRITATING OR WHAT!?
As if any of my real-life friends will make friends with vermin like him! Seriously, he needs to wake up and smell the real shit: WE ARE OF A DIFFERENT CLASS. My friends will never make friends with someone like YOU!
All my good friends range from knowing me 10-3 years, and you would think that people who dislike me will not stick around for so long.
Countless times, I had my looks insulted, my photos defaced, and my reputation defamed, all to just earn him a few adsense dollars.
The retard even concluded he is good enough to be impersonated! Isn't that funny? If a can of abalone claims to be some barnacles one day, that is called SPOOFING.
NOT impersonation, simply because you are not good enough, geddit? YOU ARE JUST THE ACCESSORY, WITHOUT WHICH THE POTAGONIST YOU WON'T EVEN EXIST.
FUCK HIM.
I hated him so much, one day I decided I had enough, and approached lawyers.
My friend introduced me to a lawyer who agreed on taking on the case.
Somehow, XLX must have caught wind of the impending case, because he stopped writing about me.
Instead, he terrorized other bloggers, including Dawn (first posting her pre-op photos then saying how she is sweet etc unlike me *roll eyes*), Wee Shu Min (whoever she is), Tammy and various other random people.
FUCK HIM.
Starhub took a long time to get back with the identity behind the ip address, and I thought, since XLX stopped blogging about me, I shall let it go.
Just two days ago, he resurfaced again, linking to some useless forum person who dug out my mistake of a Maxim photoshoot 2 years ago, and claiming I posed for it with my new plastic nose.
How grossly wrong can his information get?
(Also, seriously, the nose job insults are just sooooo lame, it's like throwing styrofoam daggers at me).
And once again, he has the guts to insinuate disgust at my looks.
Let's face it, he is probably an ugly loser and will jump at the chance to have sex with someone half my celibre.
Digressing, why are some ugly people so unabashed? HOW can you keep going on about how some other people are ugly when it only draws attention to how you look like a buttplug?
So anyway, I wrote an email to him:
Hey there,
I don't know what tricks you are up to again, but I think I should inform you that I am one step away from suing you. My lawyers actually have gathered everything needed, and I've already paid starhub $500 to get your ip address to reveal who you are.
My lawyers have all your archives saved, and as you know, it is unarguable that you have defamed me countless of times (especially with regards to you putting up the pictures of me from edmw forum some time ago). It doesn't matter that you took down your entries: Point is that they were all once there.
And I don't even know you personally - I don't deserve all the trauma you have caused me.
I did not go ahead with the law suit because you stopped blogging about me for some time, and I decided to live and let live.
All I need is $2,000 to go ahead with it (for court charges).
Should I go ahead with it? You decide. Either shut down your blog completely, or get sued.
The damages won't be little, and I'm sure I'll have the support of many other girls whom you have made it your business to defame.
Yours sincerely,
Wendy
And thus he shut down his site.
Good riddence, Mr Nobody. You would have been a nobody without me, so let's have you return to that insignificant position. I'm sure the rest of the girls and I will miss your sorry ass.(*insert Borat "NOT!")
I guess that the question I'd have to ask God when I die (presuming we get to ask a question, which I think is only fair) is who he is. I'd then seduce the weather guy and make him throw a lightning bolt at xlx's face, splintering it into a million burnt pieces. Ahhh... that feels good. What do you mean what about his mother? Too bad la, as if my mother wasn't sad when he kept defaming me!
I wonder if after I die I will be able to keep my new nose, or go back to the old one? It will be so sad to suddenly have a big nose again.
(What do you mean how do I know he is a guy? I just know! Girls don't blog like that.)
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
$325
I am rich!!!!!! Although $325 may not be a lot compared to what some ah sia kias (rich people's sons) are getting, but it's still a pretty good sum of effortless cash!
Daddy gave me the most money ($200), followed by a mysterious parent (I think it's Kelvin's) who gave the second most: $28.
Angpows are sooooo shiok! It's the best thing about being Chinese, followed closely by xiao long baos (and various other cuisines such as the salted egg yolk prawns) and the beautiful language of Mandarin.
This year I kept getting invited to prestigious houses to bai nian! Qing asked me to go to her sister's place (I actually yelped in excitement in the middle of mahjong) although I am forbidden to tell you guys who she is (if you guess it correctly in the comments I will delete it!).
And then Ming asked me to go to this guy's place... HIS HOUSE GOT FLAMINGOS AND PEACOCKS WALKING AROUND CAN!!!!!!
And it's supposedly super super big too!!
Too bad the stupid Junne dua me in the end, so I had no one to go with me and missed the opportunity. See la, she made you guys miss an interesting blog entry! Never mind, still got next year!
Some of you might be hmpf-ing at me and asking, "What makes you think you will even live till next year? Your obesity will kill you soon!"
First of all, I am trying my best to diet in the midst of ba kwa and unlimited snacks lying around, ok! Stop saying I am fat!
Secondly, I am determinded to stay alive till next year at least, because I NEED to read the last Harry Potter book before I die!
Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows.
Doesn't it sound extremely forbidding and exciting? YES IT DOES!
I'm going to go into Harry Potter frenzy again!! JK Rowling announced that the book will be published on 21st July, and that, my blogders, will be the day I... no, one day after that (gimme some time to read the book), will be the day you can kill me.
I mean, of course I still won't be very happy about being killed, but hey, at least I won't be pondering in hell what happened to Harry...
Bill and Fleur are gonna get married! And Victor Krum is coming back into the scene! How will Ron react? Is Dumbledore really dead? How did Rowling get so funny?
She is so totally my favourite writer. I know you guys thought I sounded really stupid in that GoL ep with SPG but I am NOT kidding when I said that the Harry Potter series (as a whole) is my favourite book in the world.
Why would people choose a cheam and dull book to be their favourite? The Harry Potter series is intriguing and funny and a breeze to read. Perfect! I am not ashamed of my choice and I will not be conformed into saying any other book is my favourite!
ANYWAY!
A few pictures. It's like a Mike Galore, I shot so much pictures of him!
Me and Him at the new Marche. Or V'iage or whatever it is called now, still the same damn thing.
Unshaven and drinking!
Rozz asked me to go the Biotherm launch, they gave us $500 worth of Biotherm vouchers!!! *boggle-eyed*
I had SUCH a good time choosing all my products.
Thought I'd put up the uncensored version of this photo.
Mike's olive green eye
I took this while he was lying in bed beside me. It's so bloody unfair! Look at how pretty real coloured eyes are! It's so intriguing; the sea-green blends into the brown and forms a flower-like pattern.
GRRRRR. Why can't ALL the races have coloured eyes?
Hmmm cute
Last day of being blonde
I somehow look like a tranny in that picture. Why?
Anyway, black hair.
It's so funny! I never really thought about what race I look like, and I just always presumed I look Chinese even with light-coloured hair.
But only after I dyed my hair (and cut my stupid fringe to go with it) did I realise how much more oriental I looked!
After Mike and I *ahem-ed* that day, I caught our reflection in the mirror and exclaimed with a loud gasp, "Oh my god! We just had inter-racial sex! That's like so weird!!"
He frowned at me and said placidly that has been happening for some time now, but well, before this I always had the same-ish hair colour as him so it really never occured to me how fundamentally different we are!
(Isn't it funny? People think it's crude when you talk about having sex, but everyone with children, or pregnant ladies, are doing exactly the same thing except it's not out loud. They all have sex too!)
Black hair
Went to Weili's farewell party at his club...
Weili has the same pose in so many pictures! Hahaha...
You can't see it, but the hair colour is really dark blue! The dye stains the back of shirts, towels, as well as pillow cases a dull purplish tone. Not good!
The dye and cut courtesy of Kimage, of course.
Sudden irrelevant photo: My beautiful nails!
I am so talented! I stuck on my residue crystals on the nails and they look SOOO splendid.
Mike Mike Mike:
In case you are wondering about the straw, we were trying to take a photo and see what the straw will look like. We found out it mostly would be an uninteresting blur.
Ha! I found his perfect angle while he was using the comp, so I made him take a dozen photos in that pose!
Wong is siao! She asked us all to go to iFuture at the Science Center, which, in my humble opinion, is quite boring.
All they had as a redeeming factor is this neat optical illusion!
Isn't it cool?? With some mirrors they made it look like someone with a sense of humour chopped Wong's and Mike's heads to put on fruit platters.
Mike's "dead" face is totally unconvincing. Wong's much better as an actress.
That's all for today! I got a lot of pictures of my KL trip, as well as CNY day 1 and 2.
Luv!
p/s: Are the colours of the pictures nice? Did something special with them. :) And also, yes, these are the photos AFTER the nose job. There's no need to scrutinize, coz I STILL edit my face, ha! Don't blame me! I'm just a perfectionist like that!
p/p/s: Mike is NOT younger than me. He is 26 this year!!
Daddy gave me the most money ($200), followed by a mysterious parent (I think it's Kelvin's) who gave the second most: $28.
Angpows are sooooo shiok! It's the best thing about being Chinese, followed closely by xiao long baos (and various other cuisines such as the salted egg yolk prawns) and the beautiful language of Mandarin.
This year I kept getting invited to prestigious houses to bai nian! Qing asked me to go to her sister's place (I actually yelped in excitement in the middle of mahjong) although I am forbidden to tell you guys who she is (if you guess it correctly in the comments I will delete it!).
And then Ming asked me to go to this guy's place... HIS HOUSE GOT FLAMINGOS AND PEACOCKS WALKING AROUND CAN!!!!!!
And it's supposedly super super big too!!
Too bad the stupid Junne dua me in the end, so I had no one to go with me and missed the opportunity. See la, she made you guys miss an interesting blog entry! Never mind, still got next year!
Some of you might be hmpf-ing at me and asking, "What makes you think you will even live till next year? Your obesity will kill you soon!"
First of all, I am trying my best to diet in the midst of ba kwa and unlimited snacks lying around, ok! Stop saying I am fat!
Secondly, I am determinded to stay alive till next year at least, because I NEED to read the last Harry Potter book before I die!
Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows.
Doesn't it sound extremely forbidding and exciting? YES IT DOES!
I'm going to go into Harry Potter frenzy again!! JK Rowling announced that the book will be published on 21st July, and that, my blogders, will be the day I... no, one day after that (gimme some time to read the book), will be the day you can kill me.
I mean, of course I still won't be very happy about being killed, but hey, at least I won't be pondering in hell what happened to Harry...
Bill and Fleur are gonna get married! And Victor Krum is coming back into the scene! How will Ron react? Is Dumbledore really dead? How did Rowling get so funny?
She is so totally my favourite writer. I know you guys thought I sounded really stupid in that GoL ep with SPG but I am NOT kidding when I said that the Harry Potter series (as a whole) is my favourite book in the world.
Why would people choose a cheam and dull book to be their favourite? The Harry Potter series is intriguing and funny and a breeze to read. Perfect! I am not ashamed of my choice and I will not be conformed into saying any other book is my favourite!
ANYWAY!
A few pictures. It's like a Mike Galore, I shot so much pictures of him!
Me and Him at the new Marche. Or V'iage or whatever it is called now, still the same damn thing.
Unshaven and drinking!
Rozz asked me to go the Biotherm launch, they gave us $500 worth of Biotherm vouchers!!! *boggle-eyed*
I had SUCH a good time choosing all my products.
Thought I'd put up the uncensored version of this photo.
Mike's olive green eye
I took this while he was lying in bed beside me. It's so bloody unfair! Look at how pretty real coloured eyes are! It's so intriguing; the sea-green blends into the brown and forms a flower-like pattern.
GRRRRR. Why can't ALL the races have coloured eyes?
Hmmm cute
Last day of being blonde
I somehow look like a tranny in that picture. Why?
Anyway, black hair.
It's so funny! I never really thought about what race I look like, and I just always presumed I look Chinese even with light-coloured hair.
But only after I dyed my hair (and cut my stupid fringe to go with it) did I realise how much more oriental I looked!
After Mike and I *ahem-ed* that day, I caught our reflection in the mirror and exclaimed with a loud gasp, "Oh my god! We just had inter-racial sex! That's like so weird!!"
He frowned at me and said placidly that has been happening for some time now, but well, before this I always had the same-ish hair colour as him so it really never occured to me how fundamentally different we are!
(Isn't it funny? People think it's crude when you talk about having sex, but everyone with children, or pregnant ladies, are doing exactly the same thing except it's not out loud. They all have sex too!)
Black hair
Went to Weili's farewell party at his club...
Weili has the same pose in so many pictures! Hahaha...
You can't see it, but the hair colour is really dark blue! The dye stains the back of shirts, towels, as well as pillow cases a dull purplish tone. Not good!
The dye and cut courtesy of Kimage, of course.
Sudden irrelevant photo: My beautiful nails!
I am so talented! I stuck on my residue crystals on the nails and they look SOOO splendid.
Mike Mike Mike:
In case you are wondering about the straw, we were trying to take a photo and see what the straw will look like. We found out it mostly would be an uninteresting blur.
Ha! I found his perfect angle while he was using the comp, so I made him take a dozen photos in that pose!
Wong is siao! She asked us all to go to iFuture at the Science Center, which, in my humble opinion, is quite boring.
All they had as a redeeming factor is this neat optical illusion!
Isn't it cool?? With some mirrors they made it look like someone with a sense of humour chopped Wong's and Mike's heads to put on fruit platters.
Mike's "dead" face is totally unconvincing. Wong's much better as an actress.
That's all for today! I got a lot of pictures of my KL trip, as well as CNY day 1 and 2.
Luv!
p/s: Are the colours of the pictures nice? Did something special with them. :) And also, yes, these are the photos AFTER the nose job. There's no need to scrutinize, coz I STILL edit my face, ha! Don't blame me! I'm just a perfectionist like that!
p/p/s: Mike is NOT younger than me. He is 26 this year!!
Saturday, February 17, 2007
Happy CNY
WOAH!!
My muscles are aching ALL OVER!!!!!
Momo and I went to Ikea and bought $350 worth of furnishing stuff (all paid by me -_- except for the paint which Momo kindly sponsored), including two new cupboards and a cute flower nightlight!
Momo took my loft bed over to her room ("easier to vaccuum") and left me with a super-single mattress to sleep on the floor till she buys a new bed for me :D
Many years ago when we just moved in here, I told my mom I wanted my room pink, so she bought pink paint for me... But I really don't like that shade (like strawberry ice-cream shade... I know! I am so difficult), so today! I finally did something about it and painted a wall a deep shade of pink!
I think I'll either put mirrors half over it or paint a mural.
Meanwhile, Mike seems to have secured a job here (all fingers crossed), and it is my one true wish that he turns into a rich angmoh! Then I'll be one of those girls dating rich angmohs - which, I can only imagine, rules!!!!
MUAHAHAHA!
It will possibly rule till some maid walking along Orchard road tries to seduce my rich angmoh by feeding him some nasi kangkang.
Nasi kangkang, a single most disgusting person informed me some time ago, is, erm... cursed rice.
When fed to a man, he will be smitten by you and will do anything for you!
Erm, apparently, the way to make nasi kangkang (or so I heard, do correct me if I am wrong) is to cook a bowl of steaming rice and...
SQUAT ABOVE IT AND LET THE WATER CONDENSE ON YOUR BYEBYE!
And thus the water drips back into the rice, and all that's left now is to feed it to the man of your choice, and he is yours!!!!!
YIKES!
So gross!
The byebye won't burn meh, I thought steam is 100 degrees leh! Orh bi good if she burns I guess, serves her right for resorting to trickery like this!
Ha! I am imagining some chick trying to do this and burning her genitals. She'll be hopping around feeling damn pissed off with herself! Not only did she not succeed in making a bowl of nasi kangkang, even if the boy likes her out of his own will she can't have sex with him coz she is burnt! MUAHAHA
Obviously, some of you may be frowning now, thinking, "Why would Mike accept a bowl of rice from some strange female?"
That, my dear friend, is good and logical thinking, but angmohs are super greedy and will eat anything! I'm just saying.
I got shitloads of photos but no time to edit them yet.
And for those of you who wanted Rozz's blog add, here it is! She's a pretty good blogger I must say. :)
Pictures maybe tomorrow or the day after.
Happy Chinese New Year everyone and many many angpows!!!!!
p/s: Mike left for home yesterday and I am really sad coz I wanted to dress him up in a traditional navy blue mandarin collar satin shirt. I thought he would look so good in it! When I told him this, he shook his head and said he is not my doll. Bah! He is not a fun and oriental-loving angmoh.
My muscles are aching ALL OVER!!!!!
Momo and I went to Ikea and bought $350 worth of furnishing stuff (all paid by me -_- except for the paint which Momo kindly sponsored), including two new cupboards and a cute flower nightlight!
Momo took my loft bed over to her room ("easier to vaccuum") and left me with a super-single mattress to sleep on the floor till she buys a new bed for me :D
Many years ago when we just moved in here, I told my mom I wanted my room pink, so she bought pink paint for me... But I really don't like that shade (like strawberry ice-cream shade... I know! I am so difficult), so today! I finally did something about it and painted a wall a deep shade of pink!
I think I'll either put mirrors half over it or paint a mural.
Meanwhile, Mike seems to have secured a job here (all fingers crossed), and it is my one true wish that he turns into a rich angmoh! Then I'll be one of those girls dating rich angmohs - which, I can only imagine, rules!!!!
MUAHAHAHA!
It will possibly rule till some maid walking along Orchard road tries to seduce my rich angmoh by feeding him some nasi kangkang.
Nasi kangkang, a single most disgusting person informed me some time ago, is, erm... cursed rice.
When fed to a man, he will be smitten by you and will do anything for you!
Erm, apparently, the way to make nasi kangkang (or so I heard, do correct me if I am wrong) is to cook a bowl of steaming rice and...
SQUAT ABOVE IT AND LET THE WATER CONDENSE ON YOUR BYEBYE!
And thus the water drips back into the rice, and all that's left now is to feed it to the man of your choice, and he is yours!!!!!
YIKES!
So gross!
The byebye won't burn meh, I thought steam is 100 degrees leh! Orh bi good if she burns I guess, serves her right for resorting to trickery like this!
Ha! I am imagining some chick trying to do this and burning her genitals. She'll be hopping around feeling damn pissed off with herself! Not only did she not succeed in making a bowl of nasi kangkang, even if the boy likes her out of his own will she can't have sex with him coz she is burnt! MUAHAHA
Obviously, some of you may be frowning now, thinking, "Why would Mike accept a bowl of rice from some strange female?"
That, my dear friend, is good and logical thinking, but angmohs are super greedy and will eat anything! I'm just saying.
I got shitloads of photos but no time to edit them yet.
And for those of you who wanted Rozz's blog add, here it is! She's a pretty good blogger I must say. :)
Pictures maybe tomorrow or the day after.
Happy Chinese New Year everyone and many many angpows!!!!!
p/s: Mike left for home yesterday and I am really sad coz I wanted to dress him up in a traditional navy blue mandarin collar satin shirt. I thought he would look so good in it! When I told him this, he shook his head and said he is not my doll. Bah! He is not a fun and oriental-loving angmoh.
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
It's Me Again....
Sassy and unique, short and sweet, but set in for eternity. Cute and quaint, sexy but very, very faint. Can be seen in a crowd, an eye catcher and it's sure to please.......what is this???
MY LOCS!!!!!!!
I am so excited, and so pleased in myself that I decided to take this road. This road is a journey and this journey is definately like none-other. One that has been there all along but I just needed to see it. It is awesome and as my locs change, so do I...... Changing into a naturalistic, unique, me.
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
Memoirs of a lil nappy headed gal....me & my Sisterlocks
Though I've been natural my entire life, I have felt
a sense of freedom with my Sisterlocks. Going from
California girl to a Southern woman, the one thing
that remained is the desire to keep my hair natural.
I found Sisterlocks and I saw my dream on the heads
of the most beautiful women I've ever seen.
In January 2006, I entered a sisterhood that has bonded
me with phenomenal women all across the country.
I have had the pleasure of hearing various stories and I
am honored that anyone would be interested in mine.
The encouragement and enlightenment that we have all
brought to the table is definitley the start of a beautiful
liberation/revolution for Black women everywhere.
For now, I am simply living life and loving it.
Ayankha
Happy V day
Just got back from a holiday in Malaysia with Gillian, Rozz, Ashley, and their respective boyfriends/husband.
Sorry for the lack in updates lar! I brought my laptop there and wanted to blog, but as it turns out there is no free wifi in M'sia. Sorry!
We had SUCH great food in Penang! I officially call it the best restaurant in the world, coz they served the best lala, crab (cheese crab!) and prawns I've ever eaten, with the prawns being the most fab of all.
It was shelled (leaving just the head and the tail bits) and deep-fried and breaded with what appears to be a mixture of golden-brown batter and salted egg yolk!!
SOOOOOOOO good!
I've been feeling very tormented lately coz I really want a tattoo and my mom and Mike both don't like the idea.
I'd go ahead and do it, but Momo threatens to throw me out of the house, and I am scared that Mike gets repulsed by me or something.
:(((((((((((((((
And I REALLY DETEST the feeling that I am stopped from doing something I want to do by someone else's judgement.
It's making me sooo pissed off I wanna box something. Or rapidly mince a tiny animal.
Why can't people just be happy for me for such a simple thing? It's my own body leh, and it seems very weird to me that if I were to scratch myself tomorrow skiing or something, and leave a permanent scar, nobody is gonna keep telling me, "Oh, you will regret skiing now, won't you?" coz they just know it's done and whatever they say just won't change anything.
I also hate the people who keep saying that I will regret doing it.
You know what?
YOU will regret doing it.
I won't.
I am not you, so don't judge me based on your own thinking - we are different.
These are the exact same sort of people who keep telling me that eating a bit of parsley (coriander, whatever) won't kill me.
FUCK OFF! Just coz you don't mind parsley doesn't mean I necessarily feel the same way about it, ok?
How badly do I dislike parsley? Well, if I eat it, I will puke.
If I were forced to choose to eat the 100g of my own shit (not Cloudy's, Cloudy's shit is DAMN smelly) or 100g of parsley, I'd have to tell you that that's a tough choice I have to make.
(Unless, of course, my shit contains parsley, but that's a different thing altogether)
THAT'S how much I hate it, so STOP TRIVIALISING MY HATRED FOR PARSLEY AND ASK ME TO JUST TOLERATE IT ON MY MEE SOTO, I WON'T!
HATE people who impose their views on other people.
My mom keeps telling me to look at the old people around who are lasering off their tatts in regret.
Weird, because if I don't do it when I am young and thus decided not to do it for the rest of my life, won't I regret too? Simply because I missed my chance to do something I really wanted?
Either way, it seems, I lose; but at least if I do it it will be my choice I regret, instead of bearing a grudge against someone else's choice.
When I stop being so grumpy I'd blog some more, with pictures.
Today is me and Mike's 11th month anniversary, and as it turns out, also Valentine's Day!
We planned to watch Heroes the whole day, but we finished 10 of the 11 episodes we had yesterday. -_-
Great show!
I think I'd go cook a sumptuous Singaporean dinner for him. And by sumptuous, I really mean average. Coz I can't cook very well, I think.
But how difficult is it to follow a recipe, right?
Eh, right?
Oh btw, we also filmed a bit more of Girls Out Loud on our road trip!
Nope, I don't think we are gonna have a season two (you can write in to local5@mediacorptv.com if you want to pester Mediacorp to do season 2), but these clips we filmed might be going on Youtube. :)
I'll keep you guys posted!
p/s: It rules to be attached on V day for once! Past 4 years sucked.
Sorry for the lack in updates lar! I brought my laptop there and wanted to blog, but as it turns out there is no free wifi in M'sia. Sorry!
We had SUCH great food in Penang! I officially call it the best restaurant in the world, coz they served the best lala, crab (cheese crab!) and prawns I've ever eaten, with the prawns being the most fab of all.
It was shelled (leaving just the head and the tail bits) and deep-fried and breaded with what appears to be a mixture of golden-brown batter and salted egg yolk!!
SOOOOOOOO good!
I've been feeling very tormented lately coz I really want a tattoo and my mom and Mike both don't like the idea.
I'd go ahead and do it, but Momo threatens to throw me out of the house, and I am scared that Mike gets repulsed by me or something.
:(((((((((((((((
And I REALLY DETEST the feeling that I am stopped from doing something I want to do by someone else's judgement.
It's making me sooo pissed off I wanna box something. Or rapidly mince a tiny animal.
Why can't people just be happy for me for such a simple thing? It's my own body leh, and it seems very weird to me that if I were to scratch myself tomorrow skiing or something, and leave a permanent scar, nobody is gonna keep telling me, "Oh, you will regret skiing now, won't you?" coz they just know it's done and whatever they say just won't change anything.
I also hate the people who keep saying that I will regret doing it.
You know what?
YOU will regret doing it.
I won't.
I am not you, so don't judge me based on your own thinking - we are different.
These are the exact same sort of people who keep telling me that eating a bit of parsley (coriander, whatever) won't kill me.
FUCK OFF! Just coz you don't mind parsley doesn't mean I necessarily feel the same way about it, ok?
How badly do I dislike parsley? Well, if I eat it, I will puke.
If I were forced to choose to eat the 100g of my own shit (not Cloudy's, Cloudy's shit is DAMN smelly) or 100g of parsley, I'd have to tell you that that's a tough choice I have to make.
(Unless, of course, my shit contains parsley, but that's a different thing altogether)
THAT'S how much I hate it, so STOP TRIVIALISING MY HATRED FOR PARSLEY AND ASK ME TO JUST TOLERATE IT ON MY MEE SOTO, I WON'T!
HATE people who impose their views on other people.
My mom keeps telling me to look at the old people around who are lasering off their tatts in regret.
Weird, because if I don't do it when I am young and thus decided not to do it for the rest of my life, won't I regret too? Simply because I missed my chance to do something I really wanted?
Either way, it seems, I lose; but at least if I do it it will be my choice I regret, instead of bearing a grudge against someone else's choice.
I hate this bitch, she has a tattoo.
When I stop being so grumpy I'd blog some more, with pictures.
Today is me and Mike's 11th month anniversary, and as it turns out, also Valentine's Day!
We planned to watch Heroes the whole day, but we finished 10 of the 11 episodes we had yesterday. -_-Great show!
I think I'd go cook a sumptuous Singaporean dinner for him. And by sumptuous, I really mean average. Coz I can't cook very well, I think.
But how difficult is it to follow a recipe, right?
Eh, right?
Oh btw, we also filmed a bit more of Girls Out Loud on our road trip!
Nope, I don't think we are gonna have a season two (you can write in to local5@mediacorptv.com if you want to pester Mediacorp to do season 2), but these clips we filmed might be going on Youtube. :)
I'll keep you guys posted!
p/s: It rules to be attached on V day for once! Past 4 years sucked.
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