Friday, December 28, 2007

WHY WE FALL FOR TALL, DARK AND HANDSOME MEN.

BECAUSE their tall, dark and handsome.
Everyone falls for them.

Their TALL, DARK AND HANDSOME, for goodness sake. Its the first impression, the unconscious attitude towards them.


Why are people so shallow and so looks inclined?
I dont know.
I dont know lots of things.

BY THE WAY,
I love Justin Bartha (Riley Poole in Nat Treasure)
Hes so hot, he makes me sweat.
So compelling and STUNNING. Love his eyes. Intense, baby.

One word, EXQUISITE.

In National Treasure, he was so lovable! Heh, with the Ferrari and all.



I go people-watching at Orchard today.

Its incredible how GUYS (males, that is) would wear tight, bright red pants which makes them look like they've lost their masculinity. Not to mention the Little Miss 'Whatever' shirts craze. Yeah, on females, its more than fine.

But on MANLY, MACHO ALMOST-MEN?
Its clearly states Little Miss. Even if you're UNSURE about you're sexual orientation, there is really no need to tell everyone else.

Sigh.
Bless the world.
Here's to our future leaders.


There were gangsters too, and the way they JOKE!
It kinda freaks a listener out.

Boy: Whaliao, tell me la.

Friend: No, se-cwet, se-cwet.

Extra: Ya lorh, tell him la.

Friend: Cannot la, se-cwet.

Boy: You dont tell me, i bed your girl, arh.

Friend: **** you la!

Friend/Extra/Boy: HAHAHAHA.

Its a LOUSY JOKE to them!
Terrif, i tell you.

The conversation was much cruder, but i can the remember the excact stuff they said. It was a real eye-opener, boy.


Men, who gets them?

LIVE LIKE YOU MEAN IT
LOVE LIKE YOU FEEL IT
ITS ALL WE NEED IN OUR LIVES
-Before Its Too Late. Goo Goo Dolls.

Thursday, December 27, 2007

BUON NATALE!

Chirstmas is over.
Somehow, LIFE IS GOING on again.

The white lights are down, and the red ones up. The slinky black dresses for christmas nightclub dancing are whipped off shelves as sales skyrocket.


NEW YEAR IS CLOSE.

Hear my heart beat.
Its really fast, kinda. I cant hear it either.


Christmas was a whirl of a time!
Nonstop parties, gatherings, and meeting old friends. (Peter and David) BOY IT WAS GREAT SEEING THOSE 2 AGAIN. Last time we met i looked like a sushi rolled in a red puffed jacket. And i could probably get into movies free then.

Those were the days, my friend.

Chritsmas is a time for giving, loving!
Hope ya'll got the LURVVEE around.

Thanks Dear Eudeaar (ahaha) for the hammock and sunglasses! Love ya too.
Thanks Ser for cutting the tree and all. Thanks Bel and Val for the sweet Converse, and thanks Cra for the free-200dollarish Levi notebook.

THANKS TO EVERYONE WHO MADE MY CHIRSTMAS SPECIAL.

ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS
IS MY TWO FRONT TEETH
(for my brother)

Friday, December 21, 2007

What i want for CHRISTMAS.

Trust me.
I want lots of stuff!
But they arent NECCESITIES, merely whims and WANTS.

I think good christmas presents are things the receiver would need. Like Teensy Waterbottles. THANK YOU CHUM.

But who cares, its good to have wants.
S'long we dont get em' ALL THE TIME.
Its all called Self Pamper, it is.

I wanna get a hammock and hang it at the Bungalow at NTU's balcony.

I wanna, erm.


Erm,
erm,
erm


Welll. I CANT THINK OF ANYTHING RIGHT NOW.
Which is good. HA, im content.


It was a crazy time at NTU Bungalow-chalet thingy yesterday.
BBQs in balconies, and galoshing BAREFOOT IN MUD (remember, Cara?) with the out-of-mind Bings. Lying in the wind and cool night air till 4 in the morning with Wei, whos great to talk to, and Shi who was trying to keep awake. Eating ChaoTar sotong balls AND I REPEAT SOTONG (no " 's ") BALLS and getting tummy aches.

Swinging on wooden swings with Dea, and playing Grabble which i suck at. (WHICH i wanted to play at NEBO with Loo and Kryst and YingL, but they REFUSED, the stubborn things they are.)

Me and Wei were talking about some stuff.
How we have reached "the next stage in life" where you stop playing all the time and talking for real. How very, absolutely TRUE.

When we were kids, sure we KNEW people, but we didnt KNOW people at all.

And then you grow up.

A little. Which means, sitting around and chatting isnt boring anymore. In fact, sometimes, its more fun then playing games. We're growing up! Wouldja believe it! Its so fast its creeping up on me. Looking at pictures of us loong time ago feels weird. BUT ITS SO FUNNY.

Dea was kinda mousey lookin, and Bing looked 100% NERD-SMARTALEC. Quanie was still the cutie pie faced thingy. Wei was plumpy, Qian was WHOA, and Nao was still matureish looking, somehow. Maybe its the mentality.


Poof.
Bleh.


Christmas is FAST APPROACHING.
OrchardR isnt as nice as past years. ITS A GOOD SIGN, ITS A GOOD THING. Conserve electrik, ya'll.


À La Prochaine,
until next time!

SOMEBODY TOLD ME
THAT YOU HAD A BOYFRIEND
WHO LOOKED LIKE A GIRLFRIEND
-Somebody Told Me. The Killers.

Friday, December 14, 2007

Self-help.

Im obsessed with self-help books. Y'know, those with weird titles, like How To Be Happy, and Learning Compassion, Love Live and Laugh. And thousands and thousands of similar covers. Because, for one thing, it does help.

No kidding.

It makes you feel so refreshed, and optimistic, and oh-so-in-control. Chicken Soup, CHICKEN SOUP IS GREAT! The greatest compilation-cum-book ever written! It sure made me tear the most. Cried like crazy when i read some of the stories.

Its makes you reflect, and think, and marvel about the beauty of life.

Take this excerpt, for example.

"Uppermost in our minds is the final destination. On a certain day of a certain hour, we will pull into The Station. Once we get there, so many dreams will come true and the pieces of our lives will fit together like a jigsaw puzzle.

How restlessly we pace the aisles, damming the minutes for loitering,-waiting, waiting, waiting.

Waiting, waiting.

Waiting. waiting, waiting...


Sooner or later, we must realise THERE IS NO STATION.

NO PLACE to arrive once and for all.

The true joy of life is the trip.

The station is only a dream. It constantly out distances us.

So stop pacing the aisles and counting the miles. Instead, climb more mountains, eat more ice cream, go barefoot more often, swim more rivers, watch more sun-sets, laugh more, cry less. Life must be lived as we go along."


Couldnt have put it better myself.
Rad, man.


Doesnt something in you stir?
And dont you wanna do something?

Yeah, they do that to you.
Its madness i tell you, MADNESS.

I love it.

VULE VU VULE VU
I WANNA BE WITH YOU
C'EST LA VIE C'EST LA VIE
YOU WERE MADE FOR ME
-Excuse My French. 2 Be 3.

Wednesday, December 12, 2007

Interesting Facts About Sex.

"Sexercise. Having sex can burn off about 130 calories per half hour. You can burn off two kilograms a year with 135 lovemaking sessions- that works out 2.6 times a week."

"Angelfish are able to change their sex. When the harem's only male dies, the largest female begins to assume its appearance." BLOODY FREAKY, i tell you.

Can you imagine? Gosh, you want to stay a female so bad, but TOO BAD YOU'RE SO LARGE, and everything.


Surprisingly, not only the angelfish can perform this necessary evil.
The females of more than 200 species can turn into males. And males of 50 fish species turn too. I feel kinda sorry for them, and all? But hey, humans are no better, if you think about it.

We do it out of FREE WILL.
Its freakier that way, see.

HEY AMANDA
WHERE'D YOU FIND THESE CRAZY
BOYS THIS TIME
-Pin Your Wings. Copeland.

Tuesday, December 11, 2007

Whoolabalonkers dancing on the bench like lumberjacks.
-Euden the (Self Acclaimed) Great

Haha.
Love the description of our very own WHOOLABLONKERS, sweetie. Very true.

Say, ya'll.
Did-i say? On Sun, me and Cra went to do some contributions for the Greater Good. Thus embarking on our philanthropic enterprise, to earn moral-points for self betterment.

Yeah, whatever.

I got VERY over my fear of long balloons.
You know, the kind where those magicians twist and turn and make something resembling an animal or toy in a few seconds while you stare jaw droppingly in awe?

Yeah. I used to be scared shitless that they would burst when you twisted then with such vigour and recklessness. Yeah, i was the kid who covered her ears, looking like a fool but yearning for the stupid Air-Puffed-Sword.

Now i can make a deformed dog. And a bear, and a heart, and a sword, and a flower. Though the flowers turn out awfully unproportionate and uncannily like a ball with fungus growing on it.


But i figured the fancy handwork the magicians do it all for show.
Cause i tried making myself look professional, but trust me, its a tough feat when 6 little girls want heart shapes, 2 want bears and 4 little males yell for swords.

AND all you have left in your measly garbage is lousy dogs which, kids seem to hate because its the easiest to make.


We we stuck with balloon making instead of doing face-painting, or games beacuse for some odd reason all the other volunteers had a little PHOBIA OF BALLOONS.

But damn, so did i, yo.
And look- i made it through! Alive.

The circumstances called for it, thus we came.


We met a volunteer mage, who said he was 16. But we thought he looked more like 26. Really. No kidding. But he was kinda crappy at the tricks.

I knew most-ah them, but the coolest was the one where he made the numbers on teh cards dissappear. But i saw that trick before too.

I dont think anyone should call themselves MAGICIANS until they can do the stuff Chris Angel can. Yknow, the crazy, MindFreak guy?

Gosh, i LOVE watching him do those strange, kooky, stuff.
Its so funny how the people get so freaked! They seriously puke and faint and all that.

But, they say its black magic and all that.

Mysteries of the world, eh?

IVE COME TO DECIDE
THAT THE THINGS THAT I TRIED
WERE IN MY LIFE JUST TO GET HIGH ON
-Hey Oh. Red Hot Chilli Peppers.

Friday, December 07, 2007

Mooty days.




I wanna live in the countryside. I really really really do.

The white fluffy sheep, the gorgeous stretches of glossy green grass, the beautiful, intense blue sky. The gentle air, the cool wind, the willowy trees.

The calm, serene atmosphere.
Oh, joy.

But of course, i only look on the happy side. Its just human nature, innit? We dont see the crappy side of our Perfectly Planned Future. Its kinda sad, that way.

But i really want to.
I really might, you know.

Countryside living, writer-cum-photographer for National Geographic-cum-freelance journalist for Scuba Diving Magazine. 2 adopted kids, and a hunky-funny-kind husband who loves kids. Whos called Chyn.

Or anything else, for that matter. (A guy like that is hard enough to find.)

-Dreamy-

Yes, yes.
I see the problems too. We cant have everything in life, can we. But since im dreaming, i'd like a pony.

Life is far too important a thing ever to talk seriously about, innit.



Ah well.
Quote of the Day:
Little kids step on your feet.
Big kids step on your heart.


I WANT SOMEONE
PROVOCATIVE AND TALKATIVE
BUT ITS SO HARD WHEN YOU'RE
SHALLOW AS A SHOWER
-Curse of The Curves. Cute is What we Aim For.

Tuesday, December 04, 2007

I've a theory.

Making every job sound sexy and interesting is not that hard. All you need is, quote Spongebob

Imaaaaa-gination..

SO, your a surgent right?
Your job is ripping people's clothes apart and groping them inside. Its a matter of life and death. Its a scary job, both spine-tingling and shivery, you say.

Interesting? Sexy? Fun? You have it all.
Lie i do not.

SO, you say. Im a rubbish trucker.
Your job is rummaging through people's free stuff. You can have whatever you want! Its bammin FOC, yo. Like, you get to drive a cool truck around for MONEY, and everyone makes way for you. DARN WIDE BERTH. And they all talk about you when you drive past.

Who cares what they say, right? I mean youre like ah CELEBRITY, you say. Whats not to like? Plus, you get paid. Its glam as anything.

But what if im a boring old salesgirl?
Oh, then you've got the best of it all. Esp if youre in those top-shops.

Smiling, watching, drooling at hot men. Going around trying on clothes all day. Getting discounts you get paid for gettin. Telling people they look absolutely DASHING and getting your royal cronies to agree till they succumb. Prance around and make people uncomfortable by sticking to them, when they say "just looking".

Telling them "Just looking? For what? A top? bottom? Jeans? Any preferences? I can help. Which size are you?"

Push people around and tell them they look not-as-nice-as-if-they-were-wearing-this. And give them something which has a pricetag longer than the garment itself. Then when someone buys something, throw a party and feel the satisfaction drub into your body.

HOORAY FOR GLAMOUROUS JOBS!

Yeah, but thats just the Showing Off About Your Job part. The real job is probably shitty. Unless you're job is like Being Faithful to Your Tycoon Husband While You Stay at Home and Look Attractive.

Kudos to those lucky women.
Yeah well, i am in the middle of a What Do You Wanna Be Next Time big scale project, so im a little hung up on jobs, but dont mind me.

Ciao, buddies.
Later.

YOU'LL ALWAYS
BE MY THUNDER
SO BRING ON THE RAIN
-Thunder. Boys Like Girls.

Monday, December 03, 2007

LANGKAWI:)
GUDEN MORGEN!
(hello in German, ya'll)

FANTASTICA!
ANDIAAAAAAMO!
YAADAAAAAAAAAAA!

Imma tell you, Langkawi was IN-CREDIBLE IMMENSE BANG-UP BESTEST! Promise im not sugarcoating.

Whooo!
Hit me, baybuh.

LANGKAWI!
Even the name sounds sunny. Which it is.
Sunny, i mean. Guardate! Sun!

It was a sunny day in Langkawi.

We touched down safely to the not-so-eye-catching, sunny island of Langkawi, into the welcoming arms of the Brothers Who Had Waited Very Long.

"WAH WE WAIT FOR YOU VERY LONG LEH!"
Yeah well.
Tell that to the SilkyAir and their 2 hour delay, yo.

I sleep the earliest, that night,

AND
wake up to a brand new sunny day.

Red hot on BSA, (Boy Seach Alert) we scour the surroundings in vain. The men are nothing for me, Ewdear, Naos, Mei, and Qian. Disappointing, really.

With sniffy blocky noses and disgusting eyebags, we go for the first activity. Mangrove tour, YA'LL!

Few sights.

The crazily, human-like monkeys, magestic eagles, bat caves, and the CROCODILE CAVE.

Sound cool?
It was.

The crocodile cave was a big joke, though.
There was nothing much in it. I seriously wonder how they name these sights. There was no croc in sight, and neither did the cave resemble a crocodile in any way.

Sometimes, i have a feelin they do it up aLOT to make it sound cooler than it is. Like some little rock would be called 'ROCKIN ROOSTER ROCK' cause, well i dunno. Alliteration eh? But you get my point.

Theres no need to have a reason, cause they dont understand you anyway.

Then we travel to the top of this terrif mountain.

The view from up there was mind-blowing. Really, like UNREAL, man. It was so awesome i wanted to stay there all day. So stunning and superb, the kind that makes you reflect about things. It was incredible.

Ah-mean it.
Breathtaking, beautiful, badass, BAMMING, FANTASTIC.

The girls made a pact to get married up there.
Wei and Heng were being stupid on a bench, pretending to fly.

Then we go to the beach and play
CHICKEN.

Its a cool game, but it sure stunts growth.

You sit on slippery shoulders of the Wei-man and Bing-man. Then bang-bash-strangle-push the other pair apart.

Simply, its something like wrestling, but you gotta sit on someone's shoulders try to push the other sitting-on-the-shoulder-person off.

My mom, as she told me later, was a little shaken while she was watching.

"I used to like guys when i saw your age, you know! We used to be so self consious around them, but you all sit on their shoulders like its nothing! I think you all have the brother-sister relationship, maybe"

Yeah right.
But then again, we'd never know.

Its kinda like, y'know.

Oh boy.
This is getting too long.

I'll summarise the next 4 days.
ISLAND HOPPING
PARASAILING
CANOPY TREK
JETSKI
CACTUS

Oggole. OF COURSE, our BSAs were ultimately rewarded, seeing as me and Dea saw this hotter-than hot boy. Chyn, read his scorching bright red jersey. Dreamy, baby.

-Farewell Bings-
*Sob heart out*
It was a real sad moment. We all felt like shit. Bet Wei had it worst.


Next day was a slackie day.
We had a CupNoodle Fest, and stuff.
It was kinda disturbing, now i think of it, gobbling cup noodles at that speed.

Beach, and we caught little crabbies.
Then lost my voice from Jetski-ing.

Me and Wei rode together, (letting the past be forgotten, yknow, the big ATV crash with the chicken and dog living in harmony) into the horizon and i lost my voice screaming.

JETSKI is way sweeeeeet.
Wicked.


On the last day, we shop.
And shop

And shop.

And shop.

And shop.

The mall's like teensy, but the stuff are aye-okay.

So ends the Langkawi Adventure,
And into a new chapter of my life.

Cheers!

I DONT WANNA WASTE
ANOTHER DAY
KEEPING IT INSIDE ITS KILLING ME
-Inconsolable. Backstreet Boys.

Heres a in-dept post on our days. It'll do till i have the mood. THANK YOU AND I LOVE YOU EUDEA! She wrote it all. Dunno how she does it, shes da man.

"Day 3(Thurs):
islandhopping! we went to a few islands on this super fast speedboat to a paddling place and we rented paddleboats except for shee and marcus the lazy ones who got solar powered boats. me and nao,mandy and quan,bing and becca,qian and wei paired up and we paddled SLOWLY in a choochoo train, or at least we tried to. we had to cover our plastic bags with towels ridiculously, so the monkeys wouldnt attack them. then we islandhopped to a beach that cannot be called a beach because its all rocky and eew. ours was nicer! me and man saw CHYN! ooh yea, BSA the hotties. ahahaha. we then went back to our nice beach and swam for a minute, then jumped in the pool. unsurprisingly got caught by the guard with our shirts on.so we bathed and went for lunch,murder once again,with the "qian bian face i say first"s. and then we went parasailing. OH MY GOSH it was the coolest uber thing eva! like fLyInG! bing went first and he shouted all the time, and then wei and quan went, lookin gay what with the positioning, and me and mandy looking les what with the same positioning as them. but nonethless, it was worth it, though it would be funner going alone. and then me and mandy went on the jetski back, mady had to hold the fat black guy and i was behind her. hahaha. bing said the guy beat his hands on his stomach and signaled bing to wrap his hands around them. like, EEW. so sickening. dinner at cactus was great,the guys were so cool and friendly and the food rocked! ok, apart from the tuna sandwich i forced down my throat. twister was horrid, me being UNDER quan's stinkin butt. and wei and bing going seriously gay.HAHAHA. then the director naomi rose up to the throne and we played white chicks with wei and quan and bing.HILARIOUS i tell you,what with wei having the girly voice and all,we just collapsed into heaps of luffter.hehe.night everybody.

Day4(FRI-the day bings leave):so the canopy trek was not that fun. wait a minute, we didnt even get to the canopy walk! the only fun thing was the flying fox. but the german guys were cool. one called huergan i think.VIELEN DANK! heeeeees.we ate our packed hardboiled eggs and bread-smuggled from breakfast-and then we abseiled down! whheee. then we had dinner at the cactus AGAIN,with tequila prawns! and then they left.at night we watched 102 dalmatians and i recognised 2 actors-the cruella de vil was from stepford wives! and the main guy from fantastic 4! coolibachoolie. next we slept early, different from late nights and RESTED.ahhh,how nice.

Day5(SAT):it was the day to finally use the hotel and beach facilities. we went soccer-ing and captain ball-ing and ping-pong-ing and jetskiing! ater which, me and qian caught the crabs.uncle edmund said we looked like 2 lunatics running after nothing on the beach,but it was uber fun!ok.thats all for the day.HAHAHAHAAH.CACTUS again and we saw the magical tricks and all.COOL!Day6(Sun-leaving date)breakfast at cactus for a change. then we went for INTENSIVE shoppiing. the 30 mins ride in the hot squashed greenhouse taxi was unbearable. and guess what? i only bought two shirts and a pants and a tote from converse,9.90 RM. talk about stocking up. when we went to the airport, they said the flight had been "overbooked". first we didnt imagine that this kind of thing would happen. we had to split up! so dad "sacrificed", though it was first class and business class, if you call that sacrificing. nao interviewed this air stewardess that supposedly looked like her. and OH Dick Lee was in business class with mandy and gongong! gosh how cool. beck felt like puking a little, then she told me actually she felt like puking cos she was thinking of the mushy green puff we had on our flight to langkawi.HAHA. so we landed and did serious BSA and becca saw this tall hottie pilot! cool dudes. mandy saw her "choco man". haha. and thats all folks now i have to do homework-finish it up! so seeya dont wanna be ya!"

Deepest thanks to my dear Eudea. THANK YOU.
http://www.thefunnest.blogspot.com/
Go there for all 5 days.