Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Naughty Nineteen
To celebrate your birthday with the people u like is one of the nicest feeling in the world.. it's like being on cloudnine =) And that was exactly how I felt today.. so overwhelmed and touched. Haha.. and the nicest feeling of all is to have ur besties plan out a surprise celebration for u. I love u both Shilly and Hurricane Katrina!! And not forgetting Minqi and Jac too. Including Xiang Ling, Andy, ZY, Weili, Isabel and Yee Hong for carrying out the plan too.  My dearest bestie and I at prom
Hurricane Katrina (love u loads) and I
This morning XL and I met the guys, Shilly and Isabel at NUS to get matriculated. After that all of us (except Shilly) left for bugis to do some last minute shopping for our Secret Pal gift and also to have dinner together. And I thought it would just be a simple meal at Fish and CO. LITTLE DID I KNOW THAT XL AND GANG WERE ALL SCHEMING BEHIND MY BACK!! The guys, XL and Isabel said we would have to wait for ZY and Yee Hong to arrive before we could start our dinner. And shortly after ZY had arrived, we were all comfortably seated and chatting while everyone suddenly turned to look over me ( XL made me sit with my back to the entrance door). So naturally I also whipped my head around to see what was the commotion about when suddenly a chorus of 'Happy Birthday' filled the room. Paiseh man. Jac and MQ and Shilly entered Fish and Co carrying a lighted ice cream cake and a humongous balloon and were singing at the top of their lungs. Lol. I was feeling pretty embarrassed cos everyone was staring AND I was thoroughly shocked cos I soo did not expect them to celebrate for me today. Cliche.. U may say.. but i think not!! Cos they really did manage to give me a fright.. sigh. As always. Lol. Jac and MQ gave me nice undies with printings like 'I AM GORGEOUS' or ' I AM HORNY' . It was really cute and bimbotic. They also included a blue condom packaged to look like a lollipop. Hello hello! If my dad knows about it I think he'll flip. And.. Shilly and Hurricane Katrina gave me a photo album. It was really thoughtful and I loved it. They slotted in photographs of us taken since J1, our prom night and our Genting Trip.. tons of other photos.. along with little messages and poems beside the photos. I know that they must have painstakingly selected and developed each and every pic.. and also to arrange them out nicely. *sniff*.. So nice of them. Man. I absolutely HEARTS the album. I almost bawled when I flipped through the album (cos I was seriously touched)- an act not to be missed by the sharp-eyed Shilly.. who was smirking away. Oh ya.. and one last warning to u guys before I turn in. DO NOT EVER CELEBRATE UR BIRTHDAYS AT FISH AND CO!! Cos the waitress made me stand on my chair, hold on to a sparkle while the rest of the staffs and people in the restaurant bellowed out the Birthday song. Man.. it was sooo embarrassing I was covering my face most of the time. I wished the ground could crack open a hole wide enough for me to jump in. haha :X Labels: birthday
Friday, July 25, 2008
Randomness In it's Glory
I feel like I'm sitting in the middle of a RAINBOW.. being caught in a whirlwind of colours; with all the hues of the rainbow representing the different moods and emotions I am currently feeling. Drained.. elated.. worried.. confused.. melancholy.. all mingled into one. I honestly do not know why I feel so messed up.. or maybe I do.. but I just don't wanna think about it. Another thing is that I had a major argument with my dad. AGAIN. Over the most trivial matter. He seriously is driving me nuts.. hollering at me whenever I were to go back to see them. It makes me so tired to have to argue with him all the time and I start to wonder why he can't seem to appreciate or embrace the things that I've done for the family and would only pick at the slightest flaw. Don't get me wrong.. I do love my dad.. it's just that I really hate having arguments with him. =( If not.. most of the time we get along just fine. Another thing is that uni is starting soon and I'm feeling a tad scared and apprehensive yet excited. Hmm.. I'll miss those days of doing nothing ( not exactly true since I've been working continuously since my A levels has ended). On second thought.. if I can feel this way only after 8 months of slacking, those army boys will be even more sian huh.
Ok.. on a happier note.. Jack Sparrow had another og outing on thursday. For those staying at the west area.. we all took yee hong's car from Jurong East. 8 of us in all squeezed into his family car of 5 seater and boy, were we all packed like sardines.
This was before Hwee Ting arrive.
 The 2 girls with tiny asses have to sacrifice themselves for the front seat.
And off we go to east coast!! Yee Hong was a pretty good driver.. no doubt about that.. but most of the time.. he was maneuvering the car with one hand on the steering wheel. and the other hand holding on to slurpee. And he can still turn around to chat with us!! Faints. I kept asking him to turn in front and drive carefully.. haha. But my pleas were fallen on deaf ears. Ok.. and somehow.. we reached east coast park safely and waited for the rest of the og mates to arrive.. and then we had our picnic! Everyone really put in a lot of effort in preparing the food. For instance.. Xl, Shilly and I we made sushi. Then Ivan baked cookies.. Jessica and Shing Ee made Jelly.. You Rong brought fried noodles and Zoey, grapes and the rest brought drinks. So nice hor? Haha Anyways here are some of the pics we took:
 Jack Sparrow!
 We went cycling
 My bestie and I
I look like I was clutching my ahem in this pic. Lol
Peek-A-Boo. LAME
My fav pic -though I blocked Frankie J's face You know.. I am getting slightly lazy to blog about the whole outing and since a picture depicts a gazillion words (my own non-sensical phrase).. u'll just get a gist that we enjoyed ourselves immensely. As seen from the pic above, we went cycling and at fist I was riding alone. But after Shilly left.. I took over her and tandem with Zheng Yang. It was shuang. Cos most of the time I was resting my dainty feet while ZY was peddling hard. MUAHAHA!! But whenever he turned around (perhaps to check on why the bike is slowing down) I would pretend to be peddling too. Giggles. Then we kept singing while riding, together with Ivan who was riding alongside us. It's really nice cos we were all yelling tunelessly at the top of our lungs and we did not give a damn if we were disturbing the peace and tranquility. Lol. We then went for desserts at NYDC Suntec City. All in all.. we had ONE FIREBALL OF FUN!!
'You can bet tomorrow won't be the same 'Cause tomorrow is still without a name But tonight feeling today's hot flame And a fireball I, just can't tame.' - The Fireball
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
A Line that Draws the Difference
I’m blogging on the Causeway Link bus right now while it takes me back to S’pore via the Second Link. Hmm.. it really is a hassle to travel to and fro.. shuttling between M’sia and S’pore. But well.. I’m not complaining much right now. I’ve had it much worse last time when I was still schooling.. really. I still wonder how did I manage to pull through... it was seriously very very exhausting.. U guys had no idea. I stopped taking the school bus (the yellow bus which brings me from M’sia to school and back again) when I went to JC. And so.. my bro and I had to wake up really early in the morning before dawn even breaks (at around 4.30 am) so that our parents could drop us at the M’sia custom where we would travel to school on our own. The journey itself was horrendously tiring already. To compound to that, the crowd at the custom every single morning was even worse. I would meet a schoolmate everyday (she used to be a M’sian like me! But we’re both PRs now!) and we would journey( yes, journey!) to school together.
As mentioned afore, the custom was usually packed with other M’sians or students going to S’pore and the queue for the bus was always dreadfully long. So usually when the bus arrives, everyone would just swarm up to the door and start pushing and squeezing their way up. It was the most uncomfortable experience. Imagine being packed like sardines together with all those smelly people who either can’t be bothered to bathe or brush their teeth. YUCKS! And when their arms accidentally (or purposely) brush against urs.. the sensation was like u’re trying to pull away from a sticky tape. Double YUCKS. And.. the most ultimate and horrifying experience was that I got molested by one of these men who smell just about as good as sweaty armpits. Faints
I recalled that I was alone that morning, as my friend was late. And as usual, I was trying to get on the bus amidst the mass of people that were already fighting their way up the bus. And suddenly, I felt my butt being aqueezed. TWICE summore ok. Like.. *squeeze squeeze*!! WTH!! OUTRAGE OF MODESTY!! I was so stunned!! I immediately whipped around and grabbed the nearest hand (I merely assumed that it was the hand that had just pinched my poor butt) and whacked it hard! I tell u, I was so sooo furious and scared.. and even embarrassed! I was also fuming like crazy I could feel my face flushing. “WHO PINCHED MY BUTT??!!” I bellowed. The crowd behind me just merely stared blankly back at me. “YOU TOUCHED MY BUTT IS IT??!!” I roared, pointing at any random guy that looked like a chee-kor-pek (pervert). Yeah.. smart move. Cos the culprit’s just gonna raise his arms in the air and announce gleefully “Yeah me! Me!! I touched your butt.”. OF COURSE NOT!! He’s just a stinking pervertic coward!! Man.. I hope that he’ll get piles or something.. the lil perv! Meanwhile, I realised that there was nothing I could do so I just boarded the bus quietly. AND NO ONE EVEN HELPED TO CATCH THE CULPRIT! What a caring society we have. Hmph. Well, I was pretty freaked out by then that I was almost on the verge of tears. My pi gu leh.. walao. And that was the first time. I got touched again at the same spot and same place and same time. MY BUTT IS IRRESISTABLE IS IT!! Keep touching and touching.. @##$!! GO TOUCH UR OWN BUTT LAH.. FEELS THE SAME WHAT. And this time round I thought I was smarter.. I went to report to the 170 bus driver that I got molested.. AND HE DID ABSOLUTELY NOTHING. He even gave me a look like I thoroughly deserved it. WTF. Effing driver! And from then onwards I was always paranoid while boarding the bus. I’ll either ask my bro to stand directly behind me or place a file to cover my bum. Look at the fear these molesters have instilled in me! =(
Yeah.. And that is why I am sooo thankful those days of travelling are over. I dun have many pleasant memories of my daily journeys I tell u. Yeah.. another thing to add on is that M'sia custome is sooo old and run-down. I mean.. it's not that I wanna praise S'pore. Just compare the two customs.. the Woodlands Checkpoint and M'sia custom. The Woodlands Checkpoint building looks so well-structered and impressive while M'sia custom just pales greatly in comparison. I mean.. I bet not many of u have seen the M'sia custom have u? Well.. U would have been appalled at the drastic difference. Here is a list of eg.:
Eg.1) Shortly after leaving the nice and majestic-looking S'pore custom, u take a short bus ride to M'sia custom.. let the custom officer check ur passport.. yadda yadda.. And coming out of the building.. u see a signboard showing 'WELCOME TO MALAYSIA!'. Standing next to the signboard are beggers. So much for a warm welcome.
Eg.2)Feeling hungry after ur journey to M'sia? Not to worry! Cos there are many food stalls set up just within the M'sia custom itself. There are fishballs, corn-in-cups, nuggets.. etc. Take ur pick. Or if u have the urge to buy magazines.. fret not. Cos there's also a mama shop situated there.. selling magazines of all languages. (err.. actually only Malay and Tamil mags)
Eg.3)Not sure of the way around M'sia? The friendly cab drivers will usually flock around u.. asking where u would like them to take u.
Ok... digressing for a bit.. the cab part was quite funny actually. Cos as I said.. they'll usually follow u around. So one day this lecherous-looking uncle was leering at me and he hollered "Xiao mei!! Yao qu na li? (Little girl, where would u like to go?)". And I was pissed cos he won't leave me alone, and I retorted "Qu si! (Go to hell!)". Lol.
Yeah yeah! Back to the compare and contrast section. That is why I really feel very pek chek at my own country. Hello.. it's a custom ok?? Not a night market.. still can sell so many stuffs summore. And to think that I used to be do dumb.. donated to the beggers.. till my bro chided me one day and told me that one day he saw one of the beggers used the donations to buy cigarettes!! Whoa!! Very shuang right?! Still can smoke summore!
People always ask me whether I prefer S'pore of M'sia. Well.. I honestly have no idea. I guess perhaps I would say S'pore.. having spent most of my time here. I may also have complained about M'sia regarding how dangerous it is.. how bias (dun sue me pls!).. BUT!! I do get offended if people were to criticise M'sia strongly. I mean.. depending on the situation, I would still defend M'sia. Like for instance.. some S'poreans like to laugh at the way M'sian chinese speak mandarin. This is something that annoys my sister and I thoroughly. If u joke about it once in a while.. I dun mind.. cos I personally do feel that they speak a tad weird.. with an accent. BUT. To laugh at them in a way that implies that their chinese is bad and or that how the hell can their chinese standard be so low jus pisses me off slightly. This is the one part where I'll defend M'sia. Why? U think ur own chinese is very good is it? Think twice before u put M'sians down okay!! Alright alright.. I should stop getting worked up. Lol. And I feel that this entry's getting too long. Time to turn in!
Oh yeah.. tomorrow we're having another Jack Sparrow og outing.. the last one I think..before uni starts. I went over to Xiang Ling's house in the evening to prepare sushi for the outing. Took us hell of a long time.. FOUR HOURS OK!! To make sushis enough to feed a small army. Haha. And I think I'm getting rather sick by the sight and smell of sushis. Urgh.
Ok.. one last thing before I go. I jus remembered that my sis and I did this poll at kenny sia's blog.. to find out how M'sian are we. And the results revealed that I'm just about as M'sian as Guy Sebastian. He's the Australian Idol. Hahaha
Yoyo.. Goodday mate!
And my sis' results showed that she's as M'sian as Michael Jackson!! Faints.  Hello hello! My nose is still intact u know!
Labels: BLOODY MOLESTERS, customs, M'sia, S'pore
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Durian Durian
'Tis the season to eat durians.. Fa la la lal a la laaaa...
This morning my parents and I went out for breakfast at some coffee shop and my parents said they'll do the ordering while I go look for seats. And so I managed to get a table and I waited and waited for them.. dunno what took them sooo loonggg!! It's just ordering food right??! Then.. I saw my dad back with.. DURIANS!! And he had a mad gleam in his eyes.. haha. My parents absolutely LOVE durians. Haha. And, the coffee shop was so crowded , my dad had a hard time navigating his way through the throng of crowd without pricking them with the durian spikes. *roll eyes* So careful for what?! Haha.. If it were me, I would just anyhow swing the bag around, pricking people all over the body. MUAHAHA *evil laughter*. Swing the bag higher.. I might get their faces and they'll end up looking like Mark Lee:
 Walao.. I offended u is it? @$#!! Well, I remembered Dennis once told us that he came across an episode of Fear Factor whereby for the second task, the participants had to finish a plate of durians. Obviously, when the task was being revealed to the ang mohs, they were all horror-struck. Dennis also said that they were all like gagging and looking nauseous, pinching their noses, trying to stuff the durians down their protesting throats. They must be thinking: "Wtf! Why do Asians like this disgusting, yellow and gooey fruit that smells and taste exactly like shi*!!". Haha. Dennis then added that if he were the one taking part in Fear Factor, he'll just laugh his head off when the second task is presented to him and have an enjoyable time finishing the durians. I guess Dennis + Durians = Happiest Man On Earth. lol. Ok.. and while having durians just now, my mom told me one superstitious fact. Mommy (warningly): Dun drink beer after having durians. Me( puzzled): But why?? U mean u'll die? Fatal meh? Mommy: Yar.. it's happened before. Wow.. that's interesting. I actually would love to try that out.. just that my house dun have beer. Too bad. If not I might actually collapse and start foaming on the floor. Eeks. However. I dun quite believe in this nonsense (sorry mom!). But.. who knows it really might work. Durians plus beer equals to death! Haha. Man.. I sound so sadistic.. actually I wanted to write more about ways to die.. but I dun wanna sound suicidal or crackpot. Hehe. Cos I am not. Just like what Good Charlotte sings.. "I just want to LIVE!!" By the way.. I am also trying to upload our Jack Sparrow og outing photos to http://www.flickr.com/ and it's taking me ages to upload! Damn pek chek. The outing was really fun.. though it took place like eons ago. Haha. We went to Kbox to sing.. and I was rather shy to sing in front of so many in the beginning. But I later loosened up and had fun singing Jay Chou's.. since I only know a few chinese songs and they were mainly by Jay. We also selected Westlife's My Love (cliche) and u know what! The MTV featured this unknown ang moh lady posing and smiling into the cam. Urgh. I had a hard time singing that song cos of the MTV.. kept wanting to giggle. And the best part was the lyrics. It was the ultimate. U know there's this part of the chorus of My Love ".. where the fields are green.. to see you once again.. my love..". On the MTV the lyrics became ".. where the FEELS ARE GREASE"!! Faints. Here are some of the pics we took :  That's Isable, Me, Shilly and Marbles
Shilly and I trying to act pissed. With Frankie J ruining the effect for us.Lol.
 Shilly is still pissed
Jack Sparrow! At the KTV
Us, after dinner at NYDC
That's all for now folks! I'm knackered already.. after having blabbering non-stop for a while. And I would just like to end by saying that Jack Sparrow Rocks! Labels: durians, og outing
Monday, July 21, 2008
Valedicere; To Say Goodbye
The silence is deafening. It's one plus in the morning, and here I am.. sprawled on my bed.. trying to let the emotions wash over me as I penned down my thoughts. AND WEI LI HAS TO RUIN THE MOOD FOR ME BY SENDING ME A FREAKING CHEE-NAH TAIWANESE SONG -YOU'RE MY FLOWER. WTH. But the song's freaking funny. Lol. Ok.. back to sounding emo and dispirited. Hmm. Where to begin? Ok! I shall start off by mentioning that yesterday I woke up at the crack of dawn just to prepare sushi for my colleagues as it was my last day at Starhub. Sobs. I know I know, that I've complained for umpteen times about how much I dread work sometimes and how annoying the customers can be.. yadda yadda. But well, I've spent a good whole two and a half months at Starhub that I am so used to going to work at 2.30 pm.. letting customers nag and rant at me for about 8.5 hrs.. knock off.. have supper with my colleagues.. reach home at around one plus. blah blahh. Yeah.. strangely I'll miss the schedule as I am so used to it. But most of all.. it's my colleagues that I'll miss. ='( Ok.. I didn't mention that at Starhub since we worked till 12am, the company actually organised cabs to take us home. So it's usually those staying around the same area will share the same cab home. And so.. yesterday the colleagues who share the same cab as I went for our last supper together. (haha.. so morbid). The meal was on me!!
 That's Lee Lin and I. She's a really nice person!
This is Kennyboy aka moley. He annoys me everyday by spying on me.. to see if I were using msn while working. But he's nice too.. and he has a Phua Chu Kang mole
Uncle Beng! He's the cab driver who lets me press his honk when there are no cars on the road. Lol. He used to pronounce my name as 'Malaysia' in the beginning till someone corrected him.
Colleague A: Uncle.. shi Ver-neh-ser. Vanilla de 'Ver'.. Neh neh de 'Neh'.. Uncle Beng, after a few attempts: Mer-neh-she Colleague A (exasperated): Bu shi la!! VER-NEH-SER!! Uncle Beng: Ver-neh-SHE
And the name stuck. Wonder how come he doesn't seem to have any problems pronouncing the NEH part.. lol.
Oh yar.. and these are the previous batch of HIVRS ( that's our designation at Starhub.. forgot what it stands for.. but it has absolutely NOTHING to do with HIV) that left a few weeks before me: 
 This is my sort of mentor. How Siang! He left for NS.
 Hurricane Katrina and I. We ordered pizza to treat the perm staffs on their last day.
Yeah.. and it was hard to say goodbye. Hopefully I might go back to work part-time once I've settled down in uni.
"There's no easy way to say goodbye.. so baby just say goodnight." - The Click 5 Labels: Last day
Saturday, July 19, 2008
The Unquiet Grave
When I was taking Grade 4 organ theory, there was this section of the theory paper where we were given a short poem and we had to give rhythm to the poem. And there was this one poem that I remembered vividly as it was so morbid and sad:
The Unquiet Grave
The Wind doth blow today, my love,
And a few small drops of rain;
I never had but one true-love,
In cold grave she was lain.
I'll do as much for my true-love,
As any young man may;
I'll sit and mourn all at her grave
For a twelvemonth and a day.
The twelvemonth and a day being up,
The dead began to speak:
'Oh who sits weeping on my grave,
And will not let me sleep?
'Tis I, my love, sits on your grave,
And will not let you sleep;
For I crave one kiss of your clay-cold lips,
And that is all I seek.
You crave one kiss of my clay-cold lips;
But my breath smells earthly strong;
If you have one kiss of my clay-cold lips,
Your time will not be long.
"Tis down in younder garden green,
Love, where we used to walk,
The finest flower that ere was seen
Is withered to a stalk.
The stalk is withered dry, my love,
So will our hearts decay;
So make yourself content, my love,
Till God calls you away.
Man, I dunno what's come over me but reading the poem makes me feel a tad sad. I sometimes wonder where do we all go, or what will become of us when we die. Of course being a Catholic, I believe that we'll go to heaven to return to God. Hmm.. I really must start doing more good deeds =)
In one of my fav movies Dragon Heart (it's an old film), I recalled that there was one scene whereby the knight (Bowen) asked the Dragon where will he go when he dies.. and the Dragon replied "to the stars.. Bowen.. to the stars.."
 Now, that's a nice thought :)
Friday, July 18, 2008
The One-Eyed Pirate
 Dinner was a fun today. Cos it was Sufian's last day, and he ordered Mac delivery to treat us guys. So nice of him =) While waiting for Mac to arrive, we hung out in the pantry. And Grumpy Gordon (GG) annoyed me so much so that I aimed a rubber band at his body. But my aiming sucks and horror of horrors!! I shot him right in the eye instead!! Faint. I was so scared that he'll go blind. But thank God his eye was alright in the end.. or maybe he was just feigning the pain. Grumpy Gordon then said that he actually did lasik surgery for his right eye before, cos the degree for his left eye was like 50 plus whereas his right eye was 300 plus. And he commented that he used to be "pak jiao". I thought the term sounded freaking funny.. and I started calling him the One-Eyed Pirate. Ok.. digressing a little, but I was reminded of my og grp Jack Sparrow! Ok.. back to GG. I wonder how do u see properly when u're "pak jiao"?  Hahaha. Somehow I think the cat looked too surprised and constipated. Ok. I felt a teeny weeny bit sad that Sufian and I would no longer be colleagues, cos he's a real nice guy. It may sound cliche, but I really do wish him all the best. I actually wanted to blog about more serious matters other than my daily activities which most probably would bore the pants out people. Weili actually suggested that I write about stuffs like politics and world news.. and I was suddenly reminded of writing a GP essay. Haha. Maybe I'll just write about more serious stuffs and less bimbotic issues tmr.. I shall end this entry with my fav poem (from The Outsiders) - Nothing Gold Can Stay: Nature's first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf's a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay.
-Robert Frost Labels: pirates
Multi-Tasking
Hmm.. I'm blogging while answering phone calls right now. Talk about multi-tasking.. which I usually suck at. And that is why I'm taking hell of a long time to blog, cos the calls keep streaming in incessantly. Sigh.. I still have like 4 1/2 more hrs to go.. grumble grumble. BUT. On a happier note, by working today on my second off day, I will actually get to earn $119!! Muahaha. Money makes my world go round. Also, I am feeling so sleepy at the moment.. and my voice keeps slurring horribly while talking to customers.. think I sound like a drunkard. I finally dozed off for about ten minutes before Jaslyn poked me. Oops.
Thursday, July 17, 2008
Not So Extreme Makeover
This morning I woke up with the anticipation of a child on Christmas morning...
cos it's my day off and I could hardly wait to check out the new pup!!
And Donut (I just realised that's how Michelle spelt her name) is so freaking cute!! She should be named Cotton Candy instead. Cos the moment I stepped out of my room, I saw this white mass of cotton ball frolicking around my feet. So adorable! And when I held her, I could feel her entire body quivering like a vibrator. Ahem. I mean like my hp when it vibrates. Haha. I guess all the quivering could either be due to:
1) excitement- As she has yet to recognise my scent.. and I hadn't even brushed my teeth when I scooped her up from the floor. Hmm.. maybe my breath must have almost knocked her out. or
2) she needed to to pee or poop- Pups just cant control their bladder.
And so.. being afraid that she's shaking due to the 2nd reason.. I promptly placed her on the sofa where she continued licking my hands with her tiny little pink and sticky tongue. Cute!
While I was playing with Donut, being oblivious to Mikko the unenthu dog's presence, Mikko was also dao-ing us. She refused to even go near Donut.. which was happily cleaning up my hands for me. Talk about jealousy.
After that, I met up with Hurricane Katrina for breakfast and she came over and we had an episode of Not So Extreme Makeover. Meaning that we were rather bored so we decided to do make-up for each other. We even took before and after pics so that we can compare and contrast the drastic difference.  That's me and Hurricane Katrina without make-up.. looking pale and washed out..and hideous
and after letting the make-up work it's magic...  Ta-daa!! Ok.. it's not fantastic.. but at least we dun look like trash
We actually had one fireball of fun cam whoring.. I think that's cos we were so bo liao.. and I was also trying out the cam of my new laptop. The cam's not bad!! It has many special effects like:  Arrghh!! We're being sucked into a whirlpool
 Gasp. Siamese Quadruplets
 Struck by lightning
It was fun to do eye make-up for each other, though I swear to NEVER let Hurricane Katrina touch my eyes in the future. Cos she kept bugging me to let her do my eyes.. claiming confidently that she's read from some magazine that what's she's gonna do is the dunno whatever spring colour eye make-up. Latest fashion, she reassured. And so i relented.
Me: Oi! U'd better make sure that I wouldn't end up looking an opera singer hor! Hurricane Katrina (enthusiastically): Dun worry.. the models in the magazine looked really great in the colours!! Me: (Grumble grumble).. Ok la! And so I closed my eyes and obediently let her destroy my eyes. Do do do.. and I suddenly heard giggling. I snapped my eyes open and grabbed a mirror. To my horror.. instead of looking like this as expected: I looked like this:  And all hell broke loose.Haha.. What kinda spring colour is that? Poor H.K was so mortified that she apologised profusely. Hmm.. Apology accepted! After our Not so Extreme Makeover session has ended, we set off for bugis to purchase some clothes for uni. Man.. I spent so much that I would have to work ot tmr in order to earn extra $$. Shucks.. I'm dreading work tmr =( And just while I am blogging right now, Donut is whining in her sleep. I wonder what is she dreaming about!!**Donut (thinking to herself) : Walao.. Better pray that tmr that smelly-breathed girl would brush her teeth first before cuddling me. #$@*! Wanna choke me to death! **Labels: Makeover
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Doughnut the Maltese
I'm excited.. I'm thrilled.. I'm ecstatic!! I just came home from work today at around 1 am and I saw a new little kennel beside mikko's kennel! - And if you're not sure as to who's mikko.. she's my landlady's maltese.. and perhaps one of the world's most unenthu dog. Ok.. maybe she's likes to dao (ignore) me cos she knows that I'm not her owner.. or maybe cos I always chase her around or attempt to wipe my feet on her *evil laughter* I know I'm mean. But. I do sayang and pet her too ok... scratch her ears or belly (though I dun really like doing that cos I'll usually accidentally touch one of her eight nipples =X). urgh-
 That's me cam whoring with mikko the unenthu dog
Ok.. I'm digressing. But anyways.. I rmb that Michelle (my landlady) told me the other day that she'll name the new pup doughnut. So cute right? If i have a dog, I'll name it dog. So it'll be like..'Hi! I've just bought a new dog and i've named my dog dog. So dun you think that dog my dog is such a cute dog?' Haha. Erm.. Lame. Alright. I think I'll name it popcorn.. sounds so delicious! Or Godiva.. classy and chocolaty. YUMMY
So.. hopefully tmr morn I'll get to play with doughnut.. cant wait!! Hmm. speaking of tmr.. I'm finally having a day off from work tmr. Yay. Away from those irritating customers of Starhub. Oops. I'm not sure if I'll get sued for saying that, but oh well, HECK. Urgh. Working for SH has really trained me to control and manage my anger. When I first started, I absolutely hated the job. Always getting scolded and nagged at by impatient idiots all the time.. but subsequently I've gotten used to it and not all customers are that bad. Once in a while I do get funny customers that spice up my immensely boring working life. Like for instance.. there was once when a cust just kept ranting and raving like this : Bloody Irritating Cust (BIC): HELLO! HOW COME #@^%**$#@ !!!!! Me: Hmm.. I see. Yes Sir.. I understand. Hmm.. yes... And so the naggy uncle who probably has lungs the size of a mammoth just droned on and on while I just clamped my mouth shut. Then suddenly he jus exclaimed: BIC: I know that u hate me!! I was struck dumb for a moment then I quickly muted the soft phone so that I can giggle madly into the mic without BIC hearing my laughter. Seriously. There really are many paranoid weirdos out there. Well.. in the first place if u're afraid of others hating u.. THEN BE MORE POLITE IN THE FUTURE!! Hmm.. the BIC cum paranoid uncle ended the call believing that I loathe him. Whatever. Alright.. I'm knackered and this entry's getting too long. Tmr morn Kai Lin aka Hurricane Katrina's coming over and after that we'll be going shopping!!! I suddenly have in mind the Britney and Tiffany (whatever their names are) from White Chicks sticking their arms out and wriggling their fingers.. squealing Shopping!!  Labels: Bloody Irritating Cust, Maltese, Shopping
Monday, July 14, 2008
waiting for my hair to FRY
I think I shall be childish and begin with.. DEAR DIARY. Ok.. it's freaking early in the morn now and just while everyone's drifting ard in dreamland.. here I am writing my first ever blog entry. Just trying to test and see how it'll look..but i've gotta feeling that I would subsequently delete this entry next time. Labels: first blog
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