I know that some (defining quantity less than 1) people read my posts. Okay. Some of you are my friends and sometimes you have nothing better to do. I'm not delusional.
But I was nicely startled to find out that a Karl Urban fan site had my blog referred to my Pathfinder movie review. Wonders of wonders. She/He was even cool enough to quote me. Me! Oh what joy.
Anyways. I thought you should know. So you don't feel alone. Feel free to insert my witty writings in your conversations now. Like, "..admittedly the blogger Nella did say in her post that cabbages are the most revolting vegetable in the world.." or "Did you read the post Nella wrote on the wonder of brown wrapping your textbook?". You know, to add more spice in your conversations and for you to appear more erm, resourceful.
Hahaha.
Happy New Year, my cuddly porpoises! Hope you did not regret too many things you did in 2007 and here's to looking to a whole other year of flustering about stuff that is not really important. Have a good one!
December 31, 2007
December 24, 2007
Banjir
Ati asked about the flood. Well Ati, basically Pahang, Kelantan and Terengganu banjir. Damn bad banjir it was too. It has since receded significantly but at one point almost 2500 people in Pahang was forced out of their houses because they cant breathe underwater and that was where their houses were. There has also been deaths from drowning. Ghastly stuff. And we have a house in Temerloh. Which is in Pahang. Nothing happened to it (it just got slightly damp from the rain, good thing it's made out of paper) but my uncle's houses were not so lucky. Temerloh also lost a couple days of power and water due to the banjir. Here are some pictures.
The ironic thing is, this house in the picture is their banjir safe-house. This house is on a hill and was built so that when the original house gets flooded, they could hightailed it to this house. So much for a contingency banjir plan. Snort. And before you feel sorry, these people actually lives in KL. The one that got submerged and almost-submerged was the weekend house (the original, flood bent house) which is affectionately known as the chalet. The almost submerged, so called safe house on stilts is called the annex. My family's house is the bungalow (the one that is not made of paper). Yes, original people we are when it comes to naming stuff. But the banjir, to us, was all good. The kids had fun playing with the water and the boats and fishing. Only my aunt (you could see her in the second picture) got mad that her citrus groove got muddy. She's very particular about her lemon trees.
The ironic thing is, this house in the picture is their banjir safe-house. This house is on a hill and was built so that when the original house gets flooded, they could hightailed it to this house. So much for a contingency banjir plan. Snort. And before you feel sorry, these people actually lives in KL. The one that got submerged and almost-submerged was the weekend house (the original, flood bent house) which is affectionately known as the chalet. The almost submerged, so called safe house on stilts is called the annex. My family's house is the bungalow (the one that is not made of paper). Yes, original people we are when it comes to naming stuff. But the banjir, to us, was all good. The kids had fun playing with the water and the boats and fishing. Only my aunt (you could see her in the second picture) got mad that her citrus groove got muddy. She's very particular about her lemon trees.
December 17, 2007
My Weekend
Saturday
Sunday
- Attended a wedding (which I seem to be doing almost every weekend lately)
- Played Monopoly at Ed's for 4 hours.
- Had pizza for dinner.
- Home by 930.
- Dinner again (Mak cooked some awesome stuff, I just had to)
Sunday
- Slept in.
- Waved Mak, Abah and little brother goodbye (they we going back to see the flood damages to our kampung house)
- Watched TV.
December 13, 2007
We Just Don't Talk Anymore
Warning: Post may contain nuts, elements of sappiness and may invoke gag reflex.
Denial (is not just a river in Egypt)
I don't hate you. I don't think you're not good enough for me. I don't think you're boring. I don't think you're insecure. I don't hate you.
Query
Why did we stop talking? What are we waiting for? Why must you have a good reason to call me? Why shouldn't we go out anymore? Did we stop having fun together? Who said I hated spending time with you? Who said this relationship should mean anything more than what it is? Who fucking said anything about marriage? No, seriously, who?
Story
I like you. I think you're funny. I like spending time with you. I'm sad we are going through this. I think this is crap. I am okay with what we have. I am okay with where we are. I am more than okay with you. I have hope for more but I wont say them. I'm bad with things like this. I never have the best of luck with making these things last. I am a tad afraid but I am a lot happy. I am selfish when it comes to me and my heart. I like you. I really do.
Plea
Lets not force this. Lets just enjoy what we have. Please talk to me about this. Lets work this out. Please lets just talk.
Denial (is not just a river in Egypt)
I don't hate you. I don't think you're not good enough for me. I don't think you're boring. I don't think you're insecure. I don't hate you.
Query
Why did we stop talking? What are we waiting for? Why must you have a good reason to call me? Why shouldn't we go out anymore? Did we stop having fun together? Who said I hated spending time with you? Who said this relationship should mean anything more than what it is? Who fucking said anything about marriage? No, seriously, who?
Story
I like you. I think you're funny. I like spending time with you. I'm sad we are going through this. I think this is crap. I am okay with what we have. I am okay with where we are. I am more than okay with you. I have hope for more but I wont say them. I'm bad with things like this. I never have the best of luck with making these things last. I am a tad afraid but I am a lot happy. I am selfish when it comes to me and my heart. I like you. I really do.
Plea
Lets not force this. Lets just enjoy what we have. Please talk to me about this. Lets work this out. Please lets just talk.
December 06, 2007
Enhanted
Gosh darn goody golly indeed. Since the classic Disney prince-prince storyline is probably the most overused and clinched plot there is known to men, Disney really had their work cut out for them to come up with something new and different to the prince/princess franchise. And by God they've done it!
Enchanted was delightful. It pokes fun the other Disney works, shows more of the gray areas in happily-ever-after but still holds that distinct Disney-ness. You know, the one that makes you feel you believe in love and the goodness in men and that good will triumphs over evil. The same feeling you get when you watched their princesses movies when you were 6 and how you feel when you visit Disneyland.
Amy Adams was an innocent Disney princess personified, complete with graceful, over expressive hand gestures. James Marsden was adorable as the highly self absorbed and slightly clueless prince charming. Love the scene when he was eating hot dog on their date wearing that absurd SOL green crown. And I couldn't get enough of the Wicked Step mother and the bumbling man servant and Pip, oh lord, Pip was hilarious. Methinks the casting could've found a better Nancy. McDreamy was okay. He didn't have much to do except to look cool and bemused and dashing. He has the hair for it.
This movie is hilarious. Really, really hilarious. The part where she called all the rodents in NYC too help with the cleaning up; favorite. scene. ever. And the running gag with making her own dresses. And the song in the park. How...Disney. I was enchantedly entertained (a cornier play on words I've never heard, this is what Disney movies do to you).
I love it (if you cant already tell). For a moment right after I really felt that true love exists and there's goodness in everyone and the world is not such an ugly, twisted, dirty place and Disney is not another corporate capitalist bent on raping the world economy through celluloid and plater castles and disillusioning young minds to the saccharine plasticity that is essentially merchandised and retail happiness. Ahem.
So well done. Another classic, I say. Well done.
Here's my other Disneyland related posts : Disneyland Japan Picture. I couldn't find my HongKong Disneyland posts. Here's the IMDb link and the Rotten Tomatoes link.
November 30, 2007
I wanna lick you up
My mom gave me a Juicy Tubes (in Fraise #17) and I'm having trouble stopping myself from gobbling the whole tube up. It's just so...juicy. It would take 5 minutes after application before I lick it off. Than I'll have to reapply it only to lick it all off again. This would go on all day long. You could imagine how fast I'm wearing the tube down. Methinks it's Lancome's genius evil plan for boosting sales. Devious bastard. But it tastes so good. My lips are luscious looking and lollipop yummy.
You know who else I want to lick all over? James Denton from Desperate Housewives. The show blows but the man is P.H.I.N.E fine. Yummy.
You know who else I want to lick all over? James Denton from Desperate Housewives. The show blows but the man is P.H.I.N.E fine. Yummy.
November 29, 2007
To Jon
Happy Birthday.Here's to another 44 years of sheer comic and satiric genius. I want to have your babies. Really, I do.
November 14, 2007
Taiping Tripping
I went to Taiping with my cousins last weekend. It was great fun. We've been planning for this trip since Eid. So me, my sister and 9 other cousins (Azzad, Dhuna, Deedy, Amru, Abbaei, Amy and her kids; twin Irfan & Izzat and Cha) bundled off in 3 cars for our great northern adventure.
First thing Saturday morning we (KL area cousins) met up with our Kajang cousins at the PLUS Rawang R&R. From there we headed North. First stop on our excursion was Gua Tempurung off Gopeng exit.
Look how happy, clean and fresh everyone is. We opted for the 'Top of the World' tour that was described as a 'exciting and slightly strenous'. We paid RM9 and followed our guide and some others into the gaping chasm of Gua Tempurung.
They should have named the tour 'Visit to Hell in a Handbasket' tour. The cave was fine but 'slightly strenous' apparently translates into 'you'll sweat, you'll skid and slip on the slimy, rickety looking, skimpy metal stairs, you'll climb, you'll pray for the tour to end, you'll get vertigo from the height, you'll wear off your deodrant, you'll hike and walk and hike, and did I mentioned you'll sweat?'
Picture at the end of our leg of the tour. Word that comes to mind looking at this bunch would be : manky. Not the best smelling people you'll find. You could go on further into the cave if you want. We had to go back the same way we came in. Just when I thought climbing up the stairs was bad.
Next we headed to the overrated Kellie's Castle. It wasn't all that but it was hard not to have ridiculous fun with these people. We had a pseudo-lunch there and it rained when we were about to start the castle exploration, bummer. I'm still waiting for better pictures from the other 7000 cameras my other cousins brought along for this trip, but for the time being:
Then we continued with our way to Taiping. Checked in and went on to the great Taiping zoo. That was the original plan but the zoo was already closed for the day. We've already gone on the night tour of the zoo 2 years ago so we went for dinner at the infamous food court instead. Had ridiculous amount of Rojak Sotong Kangkung. Good times. Later went for a detour at Tesco to stock up on the junk food for our horror movie which was next on the agenda. For lack of better movies to watch, we watched The Grudge 2 and was not impressed.
The next morning, bright and early, we headed to the Taiping zoo. This bunch was easily amused by the huge Araipaima fishes (we were stuck at the pond for almost 3o minutes waiting for them to finish gawking at the fishes) and the most over-used word of the trip was, "It's huuuge!" which was understandable because all the animals were bigger than it looked in Animals Planet. Taiping Zoo is undoubtedly the damn zoo in Malaysia. The animals looked happy and well looked after (except for their snakes enclosures) and the zoo environment was clean, green, well kept and beautiful. It was worth the RM5 admittance ticket and this second return.
3 hours later, we checked out of the hotel and headed to our Auntie's house in Kemunting. The first time we were in Taiping was for this Auntie's grand daughter's wedding (i.e. My cousin's daughter's wedding). This time, 2 years later, we were in Taiping to see their babies. Yes, my cousin's daughter's babies. Technically, we were grandparents. We are normally absurdly close to all our relatives but my auntie's family is a tad estranged from us after my uncle's death 24 years ago. Nothing bad, just don't see each other enough. The boys are 8 months old twins and are the 3rd twin in our extended family. We came bearing gifts. The babies were not impressed.
Done with our familial resposibilty, we started the journey home. We stopped by Kuala Kangsar to see the sights. Although I still think nothing good ever came out of Kuala Kangsar (ahem) the places of interest wasn't all that bad, really. Stopped by the Ubudiah mosque for prayers. 
And the newly-renovated-but-still-unofficiated-therefore-not-open-for-public Royal museum. Look at this good looking bunch.
And later to the Handicraft square for some souvenirs shopping. We left Kuala Kangsar and after a pitstop at Tapah, continued our way home in the rain.
However, right after the Ulu Bernam R&R and 5km before the Lembah Beringin exit, Dhuna's car got into a 5 cars fender bender. It was around 9.30 pm and it slowed traffic down up to 10 km. No one was hurt. I was in Deedy's car and we managed to stop and Deedy helped with stuff. Azzard's missed and waited for us at the Rawang rest stop.
I took forever to get the cars off the right lane into the emergency lanes, it took forever for the PLUS people to come, it took forever to sort everything out and bring everyone to the nearest police station in Ulu Bernam, it took FOREVER to process and finish the police reports and it took forever for us to continue with our way home. But it was all good. We had one half of the twins with us at the police station and it was their birthday.
I arrived home at 4 am Monday morning and had to work the very next day. All in all it was a tremendous trip and we are already planning for the next one. But Dhuna said she's not gonna drive for that one. Word.
First thing Saturday morning we (KL area cousins) met up with our Kajang cousins at the PLUS Rawang R&R. From there we headed North. First stop on our excursion was Gua Tempurung off Gopeng exit.
Look how happy, clean and fresh everyone is. We opted for the 'Top of the World' tour that was described as a 'exciting and slightly strenous'. We paid RM9 and followed our guide and some others into the gaping chasm of Gua Tempurung.They should have named the tour 'Visit to Hell in a Handbasket' tour. The cave was fine but 'slightly strenous' apparently translates into 'you'll sweat, you'll skid and slip on the slimy, rickety looking, skimpy metal stairs, you'll climb, you'll pray for the tour to end, you'll get vertigo from the height, you'll wear off your deodrant, you'll hike and walk and hike, and did I mentioned you'll sweat?'
Picture at the end of our leg of the tour. Word that comes to mind looking at this bunch would be : manky. Not the best smelling people you'll find. You could go on further into the cave if you want. We had to go back the same way we came in. Just when I thought climbing up the stairs was bad.Next we headed to the overrated Kellie's Castle. It wasn't all that but it was hard not to have ridiculous fun with these people. We had a pseudo-lunch there and it rained when we were about to start the castle exploration, bummer. I'm still waiting for better pictures from the other 7000 cameras my other cousins brought along for this trip, but for the time being:
Then we continued with our way to Taiping. Checked in and went on to the great Taiping zoo. That was the original plan but the zoo was already closed for the day. We've already gone on the night tour of the zoo 2 years ago so we went for dinner at the infamous food court instead. Had ridiculous amount of Rojak Sotong Kangkung. Good times. Later went for a detour at Tesco to stock up on the junk food for our horror movie which was next on the agenda. For lack of better movies to watch, we watched The Grudge 2 and was not impressed.The next morning, bright and early, we headed to the Taiping zoo. This bunch was easily amused by the huge Araipaima fishes (we were stuck at the pond for almost 3o minutes waiting for them to finish gawking at the fishes) and the most over-used word of the trip was, "It's huuuge!" which was understandable because all the animals were bigger than it looked in Animals Planet. Taiping Zoo is undoubtedly the damn zoo in Malaysia. The animals looked happy and well looked after (except for their snakes enclosures) and the zoo environment was clean, green, well kept and beautiful. It was worth the RM5 admittance ticket and this second return.3 hours later, we checked out of the hotel and headed to our Auntie's house in Kemunting. The first time we were in Taiping was for this Auntie's grand daughter's wedding (i.e. My cousin's daughter's wedding). This time, 2 years later, we were in Taiping to see their babies. Yes, my cousin's daughter's babies. Technically, we were grandparents. We are normally absurdly close to all our relatives but my auntie's family is a tad estranged from us after my uncle's death 24 years ago. Nothing bad, just don't see each other enough. The boys are 8 months old twins and are the 3rd twin in our extended family. We came bearing gifts. The babies were not impressed.Done with our familial resposibilty, we started the journey home. We stopped by Kuala Kangsar to see the sights. Although I still think nothing good ever came out of Kuala Kangsar (ahem) the places of interest wasn't all that bad, really. Stopped by the Ubudiah mosque for prayers. And the newly-renovated-but-still-unofficiated-therefore-not-open-for-public Royal museum. Look at this good looking bunch.And later to the Handicraft square for some souvenirs shopping. We left Kuala Kangsar and after a pitstop at Tapah, continued our way home in the rain.However, right after the Ulu Bernam R&R and 5km before the Lembah Beringin exit, Dhuna's car got into a 5 cars fender bender. It was around 9.30 pm and it slowed traffic down up to 10 km. No one was hurt. I was in Deedy's car and we managed to stop and Deedy helped with stuff. Azzard's missed and waited for us at the Rawang rest stop.
I took forever to get the cars off the right lane into the emergency lanes, it took forever for the PLUS people to come, it took forever to sort everything out and bring everyone to the nearest police station in Ulu Bernam, it took FOREVER to process and finish the police reports and it took forever for us to continue with our way home. But it was all good. We had one half of the twins with us at the police station and it was their birthday.I arrived home at 4 am Monday morning and had to work the very next day. All in all it was a tremendous trip and we are already planning for the next one. But Dhuna said she's not gonna drive for that one. Word.
October 22, 2007
a Non Raya Post
Several eons ago, I invited Shiren to my humble kampung for the fruits season. Here are the pictures.
Started the kampung excursion by arriving early to experience the unique 'pekan sari', a traditional street market event in town which happens every Sunday. Shiren insisted on being a complete townie by taking pictures of the market place and embarrassing the hell outta me. Also she revolted some local people by looking Malay but speaking English and directing her questions through an interpreter, i.e. me. Switching between languages messed up my authentic Pahang dialect and English grammar. B*tch made me look bad in my own hood, yo.
Appropriately clad for kebun tromping, durian seeking and mangosteen galah-ing activities. The person behing us is my uncle having breakfast al fresco. I don't like him very much but my mom insisted on feeding him. I wish she wont. Ignore him and observe the very stylish rubber wellies we had on. Fetching.
The day's bounty. The best damned durian you can eat. I personally am not a big fan but I have to admit the superiority of these. And you know I am not biased at all.
Shiren and I with my mom and various relatives helping with the coconut husking process which was seriously fun and quite challenging to do. Observe how happy everyone looked in this picture. Yep, we were probably high.
The ancestral seat falling into decay since my grandparents passed away. It used to have a great flower garden and people living in it. Now its just a highlight in our kampung tour under the 'haunted house' title. Last time I went in was to retrieve some extra plates for a kenduri and had a bat tangled in my hair. Scariest moment in my life. We like to think there are really ghosts in the house. Wouldn't that be totally awesome?
View of my family's kampung retreat chalet from the back, near the river bank. We build this house because you couldn't pay us to stay in the old house. Oh yes, we are all a bunch of wussies and we don't care. The old house is seriously that spooky.
Started the kampung excursion by arriving early to experience the unique 'pekan sari', a traditional street market event in town which happens every Sunday. Shiren insisted on being a complete townie by taking pictures of the market place and embarrassing the hell outta me. Also she revolted some local people by looking Malay but speaking English and directing her questions through an interpreter, i.e. me. Switching between languages messed up my authentic Pahang dialect and English grammar. B*tch made me look bad in my own hood, yo.
Appropriately clad for kebun tromping, durian seeking and mangosteen galah-ing activities. The person behing us is my uncle having breakfast al fresco. I don't like him very much but my mom insisted on feeding him. I wish she wont. Ignore him and observe the very stylish rubber wellies we had on. Fetching.
The day's bounty. The best damned durian you can eat. I personally am not a big fan but I have to admit the superiority of these. And you know I am not biased at all.
Shiren and I with my mom and various relatives helping with the coconut husking process which was seriously fun and quite challenging to do. Observe how happy everyone looked in this picture. Yep, we were probably high.
The ancestral seat falling into decay since my grandparents passed away. It used to have a great flower garden and people living in it. Now its just a highlight in our kampung tour under the 'haunted house' title. Last time I went in was to retrieve some extra plates for a kenduri and had a bat tangled in my hair. Scariest moment in my life. We like to think there are really ghosts in the house. Wouldn't that be totally awesome?
View of my family's kampung retreat chalet from the back, near the river bank. We build this house because you couldn't pay us to stay in the old house. Oh yes, we are all a bunch of wussies and we don't care. The old house is seriously that spooky.October 04, 2007
WTF
I just gained 4.4 lbs since I started fasting 3 weeks ago.
How is that even biologically possible?
I'm so damn special.
postscript: my company's Eid card is horrendous. Add this to everything else that's been fucking up in my life recently, has the makings of a truly worst Raya ever.
How is that even biologically possible?
I'm so damn special.
postscript: my company's Eid card is horrendous. Add this to everything else that's been fucking up in my life recently, has the makings of a truly worst Raya ever.
September 13, 2007
Most Disgusting
I've been unconciously working on this list lately. It's my "most disgusting stuff" list and I have been working on it especially when I'm driving everyday. I find the exercise fun and therapeutic. I'm still working on it so adjustments to the rankings may happen.
Nella's List of Things Most Disgusting
- Dead babies (see: Trainspotting)
- Dentures.
- Fresh roadkill.
- Male VPL.
- Dried pee on (communal) toilet seats.
- Suspect hair on toilet seats.
- Ingrown toenails.
- Stale vomit.
September 12, 2007
The Ship Shipping Shipper
Am obsessed with Friday Night Lights! Went through the whole first season like free ice cream at a PMS convention. Whoo. And being the big romantic that I am (shutup), naturally I just have to ship Matt and Julie from the show. They are just absolute squee (see, I even speak fangirl-ese fluently). And the show is really, really good. Gah.
Besides Matt and Julie (MaJules? Taracen?) I am also a proud shipper of Huddy. Now that Cameron's dead I look forward to a new season with utmost glee. House Season 4 starts September 25th. I am also into MiSa but fast growing weary with them. But come September 17th (Season 3 kick-off), I'm willing to give them another shot at invoking the squee.
I also like (but dont watch) Clana, Seth and Summer, Brucas and Jate. I was once a huge Jater but then Kate just had to sleep with Sawyer and Lost became unwatchable. The long winded and seemingly pointless storyline helped too. Deep down inside I still have hope, though. That they'll end up together or they kill Kate off. She's so annoying. Jack's stubble-appeal is getting old fast too. And the olden couples like Micheal/Maria and Spuffy. Those were good too.
TV most unwatchable couple? Just anyone that they hook up in CSI. Am I the only one who thinks that Sara and Grisham together is a little creepy, if not a lot creepy? And I loathe Horatio Caine (ugh) so anyone they pair up with him is crap. In fact, the very idea of Horatio Cane is crap. And Danny and Montana? Don't get me started. I don't watch CSI anymore (for obvious reasons) I don't know why I'm getting worked up by this. I don't like Booth and Brennen either. They just don't seem right, yknow. I either don't (have time to) watch other shows or can't be bothered to ship them. Some show (like Criminal Minds) I like but are unsuitable for shipping. Although in CM, that guy who plays the skinny-know-it-all doctor should be flayed, skinned and skewered. He gets on my nerve.
I spend too much time watching TV, don't I?
Happy Ramadhan and Have Fun Puasa everyone.
yep, changed my previous post into 2 posteses. because wishing someone a happy anything after spouting a most disgusting list just doesnt look right.
September 06, 2007
Birthday Edition
Turned 24 today. Lord. Besides the surprise flower at work, the prezzies and all the wonderful birthday wishes (thanks!), I had a great yet pretty normal work day. Which is good considering my mortal fear of getting older. I'm grateful for my family, my friends, my health, my (dubious) sanity, my safety, my blessings, my shortcomings, my loves, my hates, my time and my life. Here's to me. Lets not talk about me aging anymore, shall we? *breaks out in hives*
As a birthday present from me to you, I scanned an exercise we did during a corporate training. It's my deepest, darkest secret revealed. NOT. But it sure is interesting.
First, we ticked 10 of our own weaknesses of a long list and the list was passed around, we were then asked to pick 2 traits we identify most in another colleague. To sum it up for y'all, my officemates think I'm 1)Arrogant (by a huge margin) 2)Gossips 3)Hot Tempered & Disrespectful & Talkative (3-way tie). Gives a warm, fuzzy feeling knowing the people you work with thinks so highly of you, ainnit? Damn, now if only I care.
Update: added a polaroid baby picture of me in my Ugly Babies post.
As a birthday present from me to you, I scanned an exercise we did during a corporate training. It's my deepest, darkest secret revealed. NOT. But it sure is interesting.
First, we ticked 10 of our own weaknesses of a long list and the list was passed around, we were then asked to pick 2 traits we identify most in another colleague. To sum it up for y'all, my officemates think I'm 1)Arrogant (by a huge margin) 2)Gossips 3)Hot Tempered & Disrespectful & Talkative (3-way tie). Gives a warm, fuzzy feeling knowing the people you work with thinks so highly of you, ainnit? Damn, now if only I care.
Update: added a polaroid baby picture of me in my Ugly Babies post.
August 22, 2007
Family Day
Company's Family day in Langkawi last weekend. Went on MAS and stayed 4 days at Berjaya Resort and Spa, which is a tremendous hotel. Never remembered Langkawi to be so lush and green. It basically rained the whole time we were there but we had fun with what little sunshine we had, all 300 staffs plus their families. But if you're single you can't bring anyone. Just you and your lonesome self among merry people with family frolicking in the sun..well, rain. Because they aren't happy if you're just lonely, they want you miserable and pitiful as well. Sure, rub it in. Rub it in.
View from the beach of the mountains. Gorgeous day for beach sports and games; before the sky let it rip and leaked and poured and all hell broke loose. Orange clad people are our people. I won 3rd at coconut dribbling. Which is much harder than it sounds and which I sucked royally at.
Spent most of my time playing with other people's kids. But only the cute ones. Above is baby Shuen, her mom is my company's accountant. We went around pinching Shuen's cheek saying "when you gonna approve my claim, wei?" Lord, she's a cutie wookie, isn't she? And I'm not half bad myself. Ahem
Also spent a lot of time hanging at my beachview-kampung style-uber cool-surrounded by huge trees chalet's balcony. Since it rained a lot, I managed to get a lot of reading done. A colleague took pictures of us hanging chilling out and this is the only one not featuring my cleavage.
Behold my bounty from Langkawi. Didn't buy one bottle of gamat or one scrap of kain batik. Just chocolates and heaps of them. This is RM200 worth of damage. Well worth it, I say. Daim, Bounty and Kisses are the only chocolate my family deem good enough to be eaten. Snobs.
Another so-adorable-its-stupid picture of Shuen. Just because I have a lot.July 27, 2007
Ugly Babies
Babies are cute. As they get older, they grow in their respective ugliness. But generally, babies started off beautiful. Well, most of them do.
Because I've seen ugly babies and they exists. I look at some babies and I just go, "That's just nasty,"
Fact is, some babies are just unfortunate. But we think because all babies posses the innocence, the sweet scent, the adorable stupidity and helplessness, there's no such thing as an ugly baby. Wrong. These baby characteristics shared by all babies makes all babies appealing. But while all babies are appealing, not all are visually attractive. Ugly, just no less lovable.
People lie to ugly babies. No one would actually say that a baby is ugly. And your own baby is never ugly. It's okay to tell ugly babies they're ugly actually. Just don't tell the parents (because unlike their ugly baby, they would probably understand what you're saying and kill you)
I feel for ugly babies. It's easiest being cute while you're a baby. It's all downhill after that. So if you lucked out being cute when you're a baby, chances are you should be concentrating on having a damn awesome personality growing up. But you better learn how to feed yourself first before anything.
I myself, was not a cute baby. Not ugly, just I didn't have the abundance of cuteness that was so effortless to most babies. I had no hair and according to my mom, I never smile. I had a perpetual frown. I look at my baby pictures and I honestly have to admit, despite my towering delusions, that I was not cute. I wouldn't make anyone hurl by looking at me but I was definitely lacking in the look department. I could live with that. I have a wonderful personality and I know how to order a pizza.
As part as a select species, I implore you to look at your baby pictures and be honest. It's okay. It's the inside that matters. Snort.
July 16, 2007
Man Vs Hot
I spent 13 hours in front of the TV last Sunday (and it was the best Sunday I've had in a long, long time). I came across this show on The Discovery channel and promptly fell in lust and love with who I think is TV most sexiest male ever. Ever. Bear Grylls from Man Vs Wild. The meanest, wackiest, hottest, coolest, hippiest, awesomest and the real definition of a man's man. *swoon*The episode of Man Vs Wild I saw was the one where Mr. Hot Buns showed how to survive the Alps mountain during the worst of winter. This one episode I saw him dove into a frozen lake* (and later proceeded to take all off in order to get warm. Gah!), ate maggots he got from the rotting dead Bambi-animal, caught a trout and ate it raw and wriggling, drank spruce tea and made snowshoes from twigs and his parachute strings. Lord, he turns me on. Reading him up Wiki only makes him go several Nova up in my Hot meter.
* after getting out of the lake, he was frantic to get warm again (for fear of death. d-uh) and when I said he took it all off, I meant he took it. All. Off. On TV. Of course they had to blur the necesary visual but enough for me to rejoice in cable TV. Especially when he started bench pressing in the altogether to get the blood pumping. ~Hello.
It didnt look like he was packing much but jumping in a frozen lake may have something to do with it. Sometimes, when you can dig around in dead animal's rotting bowels to find maggots for you to eat, you don't really need the cajones to prove that you have the cajones, see. I'd let him tap it all the way, any way regardless the size. God, I'm lewd.
July 05, 2007
The Dissapearing Act That Went Unnoticed
Did anyone notice that I was gone for one whole week? No? Wow, I'm that unimportant, huh? Oh well, I still got to go Medina and Mecca for my umrah. Hah. Enjoy the pictures, you bunch of ungrateful louts. -yells Lamb to her invisible and non existent audience.
Masjid AnNabawi, Madinah.
Tamar Farm with Big Little Brother.
Alumrah Entrance, Masjidil Haram, Mekah with Big Sister. (she's the smaller one on the left)
Boundary marker of Haram Area.June 18, 2007
A Compliment
Friday night, 330 a.m. SMS conversation with friend. We are talking about books, if you can't already guess.
Her : fred. whch murakami u haf?
Me : D windup bird .u want?
Her : yeth. watcher doin?
Me : readng.duh.
Her : wot?
Me : darian north, violatn.
Her : finishd fry?
Me : jus now. north is makin me sleepi.
[after 45 minutes]
Her : bed?
Me : no. gaveup north.gibson now.just dl her nu buk.
Her : who gibson?
Me : gibson,rachel.romance otter.
Her : girl, u bookwhore.
Me : tanks *blushes*
Actually, I prefer the term 'biblio-slut' myself.
Her : fred. whch murakami u haf?
Me : D windup bird .u want?
Her : yeth. watcher doin?
Me : readng.duh.
Her : wot?
Me : darian north, violatn.
Her : finishd fry?
Me : jus now. north is makin me sleepi.
[after 45 minutes]
Her : bed?
Me : no. gaveup north.gibson now.just dl her nu buk.
Her : who gibson?
Me : gibson,rachel.romance otter.
Her : girl, u bookwhore.
Me : tanks *blushes*
Actually, I prefer the term 'biblio-slut' myself.
June 14, 2007
Crumminess
Had a semi-almost accident on my way to work this morning. Actually I don't think the incident qualified as an 'accident' per se. But it involved two cars on a road, so maybe I can get away with calling the whole thing an 'accident'. Who fucking cares.
Basically what happened was a Murano suddenly cut into my lane and I skidded to a halt barely avoiding a full-on collision. After experiencing the near-death panic and the jarring, screeching, forward-propelling jolt, I was quite ready to let the
Murano moron 
driver off with a indignant blare of my tinny horn. I was certain that our cars barely made any contact. I would know because my car is basically made of rice paper. Raindrops could dent it.
But Idiot decided to pull over so knowing I'm the innocent party, I pulled over too. Getting out of the car was an Indian lady, talking on the phone and checking the non-existent damage to her car, no thanks to her dumb ass driving. I got out too, too happy to confirm that Mr Jeremy Clarkson (my car) is hale and fine and in fact, the only damage was some rubber transfer from my wheels to the side of the Retard's Murano. Puny at that.
She was still yapping on the phone and I overheard the conversation enough to start taking offense and began getting properly mad for brainless homicidal driving. I heard her repeating;
Pissed beyond anything mainly because she didn't even have the decency to hang up her call before talking to me, I let it rip. In very rapid, highly condescending English. I put as many more-than-3-syllables-words as I could. The gist was;
I told her that she should know how SUVs have blindsides the size of a tanker. I think I repeatedly (3 times) told her how crummy her driving is. Yes, I used that very word. Juvenile? It was either that or 'bloody fucked-up piece of fucking molting crap'. 'Crummy' was easier to say.
I turned up the snotty and told her if she'd apologize I'm willing to let this go, seeing how both of our cars escaped unscathed. See how big of a person I'm being.
I stood up for Jeremy Clarkson, I sounded eloquent and magnanimous and I managed to get to work on time. I'm happy.
Picture from my crummy phone of the uncrummy Asakusa Shrine, Japan.
Just because.
Basically what happened was a Murano suddenly cut into my lane and I skidded to a halt barely avoiding a full-on collision. After experiencing the near-death panic and the jarring, screeching, forward-propelling jolt, I was quite ready to let the
Murano moron driver off with a indignant blare of my tinny horn. I was certain that our cars barely made any contact. I would know because my car is basically made of rice paper. Raindrops could dent it.But Idiot decided to pull over so knowing I'm the innocent party, I pulled over too. Getting out of the car was an Indian lady, talking on the phone and checking the non-existent damage to her car, no thanks to her dumb ass driving. I got out too, too happy to confirm that Mr Jeremy Clarkson (my car) is hale and fine and in fact, the only damage was some rubber transfer from my wheels to the side of the Retard's Murano. Puny at that.
She was still yapping on the phone and I overheard the conversation enough to start taking offense and began getting properly mad for brainless homicidal driving. I heard her repeating;
- "...its just a Kelisa.. Just a Kelisa.."
- "...Malay girl." ~full emphasize on the my race.
Pissed beyond anything mainly because she didn't even have the decency to hang up her call before talking to me, I let it rip. In very rapid, highly condescending English. I put as many more-than-3-syllables-words as I could. The gist was;
..I don't care if your car is made out of gold, you should always check your blindsides before you change your bloody lane. That's just crummy driving, no matter what you drive..
I told her that she should know how SUVs have blindsides the size of a tanker. I think I repeatedly (3 times) told her how crummy her driving is. Yes, I used that very word. Juvenile? It was either that or 'bloody fucked-up piece of fucking molting crap'. 'Crummy' was easier to say.
I turned up the snotty and told her if she'd apologize I'm willing to let this go, seeing how both of our cars escaped unscathed. See how big of a person I'm being.
I stood up for Jeremy Clarkson, I sounded eloquent and magnanimous and I managed to get to work on time. I'm happy.
Picture from my crummy phone of the uncrummy Asakusa Shrine, Japan.Just because.
June 13, 2007
Hodrey's Funeral..I mean, Wedding
(from top) with sister and mom and yes i am fatter than them both; the schmuck in white getting married and now its too late to save him; me fooling around with the bed drape after getting the asignment to do the bridal bower (and i did a fricking rad job too); the designated cameraman who is also my cousin and fortunately has yet to fallen victim to the dark side i.e. getting hitched.
Wedding Day. Temp: hellish, literally.(clockwise from top) with partner-in-crime/cousin/bridal bower co-decorator: Yuyu; Yu, me and the schmuckette who got married to the schmuck (see above); Yu (again), me and sister; Me and beloved Mak Tam (only the kewlest aunt, like, ever)
I just need to get rid of these pics. The only reason I took them in the first place was to blend in and not make my aversion to any kind of weddings too obvious. By 'kononnye' taking pictures I appear to be having fun, see? I rather slit my wrist with a toothbrush, actually. Why toothbrush? cause it'll hurt more.
June 12, 2007
27g of Fat every 100g
My life recently has been excessively filled with:
- Eating m&m's.
im on my 3rd 100g bag this week and it's only tuesday. and it's 27g of fat for every 100g, dammit. - Weddings.
the black hole of joy, happiness, sunshine and everything good. - Birthdays.
it's my sister's birthday today. 4 days ago it was my brother's. sprinkled liberally in between are of friends' and cousins'. but im poor so they left me alone. - Presents.
see item 2 and 3. but whats royally effed up is that its all my present to other people. how can that even be right? - Robot Chicken.
how freakingly genius are these people? i mean, seriously. i can't stop watching it, godamit. your name is sunny muffin. hilarious. hilarious. - Books.
found a second hand book mecca that is amcorp mall, also with a sick discount first-hand shop. am still reeling from 2 rushdies, 2 frys and 3 ffordes book marathon. - Dread and Trepidation.
i'll spare you. - Selective Boredom.
selective, because im not bored in anything else but these matters. for the seasons are overrrrr. house, PB; long time ago, lost. gah. what the fuck am i to do until?
June 05, 2007
Weddings
Friday night..Azhani and Ather's wedding..great fun..blah blah..got lost..arrived late..STFians...ridiculous fun..yadda yadda..took heaps of pictures..blah blah..came back late..blah blah..it was totally awesome.
Next day, Mom's friend's son's wedding..blah blah..damn hot..yadda yadda..good food..blah blah..sweating a lot..blah blah..did i mention it was fucking hot?
Sunday, Kak As's wedding..Raub..couldn't come..blah blah..Shiren, Penny and Dewi went..blah blah..really wanted to go..blah blah..yadda yadda..
Next week, Hodrey's wedding..Cousin..blah blah..should be miserable..yadda yadda..must buy gift..blah blah..not really looking forward to it..
OI! ENOUGH WITH THE WEDDINGS! YOU PEOPLE ARE GETTING ON MY BLOODY NERVES.
Next day, Mom's friend's son's wedding..blah blah..damn hot..yadda yadda..good food..blah blah..sweating a lot..blah blah..did i mention it was fucking hot?
Sunday, Kak As's wedding..Raub..couldn't come..blah blah..Shiren, Penny and Dewi went..blah blah..really wanted to go..blah blah..yadda yadda..
Next week, Hodrey's wedding..Cousin..blah blah..should be miserable..yadda yadda..must buy gift..blah blah..not really looking forward to it..
OI! ENOUGH WITH THE WEDDINGS! YOU PEOPLE ARE GETTING ON MY BLOODY NERVES.
June 01, 2007
Missing The Jabronies
Remember when wrestling was good entertainment? Long time ago. Circa 1999 to early 2000s. Good old days, them. Wrestling nowadays are crap. They don't know smack about wrestling. Cena who? (what?)
Used to love watching WWF/E on late night TV shows. Man, I was really into the whole drama. All the usual clowns; The Rock, Stone Cold 3:16, Kane, The (slimmer) Hardy Boys, Big Show, The Dudley Boys (get the table), The Game, Kane, Edge, Christian, Angle, remember those fuckers? Man, those days, wrestling was fun. Fun, fun. Not some overcooked gimmick lame-ass excuse that they are now. You know you hit rock bottom (pun intended) when you have Trump in wrestlemania. Wankers.
I used to know all the tag lines, the signature moves and were kept embarrassingly up to date with the current drama/feud/opera back then. Triple H and Stephanie, Mick Foley getting fired, Steve Austin getting screwed, Brock Lesnar, who backstabbed whom, who totaled whose car, NWO, etc. All the useless, mindless, horrifyingly meaningless yet unabashedly resistant, elaborate details about wrestling I seemed to commit to memory. They were stupid, yes, yet strangely compelling. I was so over being ashamed with my fixtation with WWE/F. But the crap nowadays can make you cringe in abject ridicule. Someone need to layeth a smackdowneth on these candy asses so called 'wrestlers'. Gimme a hell yeah.
Cue: American Badass theme. What?
Used to love watching WWF/E on late night TV shows. Man, I was really into the whole drama. All the usual clowns; The Rock, Stone Cold 3:16, Kane, The (slimmer) Hardy Boys, Big Show, The Dudley Boys (get the table), The Game, Kane, Edge, Christian, Angle, remember those fuckers? Man, those days, wrestling was fun. Fun, fun. Not some overcooked gimmick lame-ass excuse that they are now. You know you hit rock bottom (pun intended) when you have Trump in wrestlemania. Wankers.
I used to know all the tag lines, the signature moves and were kept embarrassingly up to date with the current drama/feud/opera back then. Triple H and Stephanie, Mick Foley getting fired, Steve Austin getting screwed, Brock Lesnar, who backstabbed whom, who totaled whose car, NWO, etc. All the useless, mindless, horrifyingly meaningless yet unabashedly resistant, elaborate details about wrestling I seemed to commit to memory. They were stupid, yes, yet strangely compelling. I was so over being ashamed with my fixtation with WWE/F. But the crap nowadays can make you cringe in abject ridicule. Someone need to layeth a smackdowneth on these candy asses so called 'wrestlers'. Gimme a hell yeah.
Cue: American Badass theme. What?
May 31, 2007
Take Two : Singapore Pictures
Lets try this again. How about now? Good?
Us at Sentosa, which is overrated and smells suspicously like a bad Disneyland immitation. For S$3.00 a tram takes you from VivoCity mall to the island. Once here, you can pay to enter the various "attractions". We allowed ourselves to be cheated into paying to see the Underwater World (not that bad) and the Dolphins Show (too many people, too hot, I dont like dolphins).
The quaint street where our fantabulous hostel lies. If you squint and lookreally hard at the picture on the right, beyond the shop with the blue awnings, you can see a shop-front in yellow, yeah, that's Sleepy Sam's. Only the best backpacker hostel I've ever been to. I love all the restored rows of old shop lots all over Singapore. Tres chic, non?
Eating icecream sandwich at Chinatown. God, it was hot. Cant believe we were out traipsing in the afternoon in that weather. You'd have to hogtie and drug me to make me go out in that kinda heat here.
Us at Sentosa, which is overrated and smells suspicously like a bad Disneyland immitation. For S$3.00 a tram takes you from VivoCity mall to the island. Once here, you can pay to enter the various "attractions". We allowed ourselves to be cheated into paying to see the Underwater World (not that bad) and the Dolphins Show (too many people, too hot, I dont like dolphins).
The quaint street where our fantabulous hostel lies. If you squint and lookreally hard at the picture on the right, beyond the shop with the blue awnings, you can see a shop-front in yellow, yeah, that's Sleepy Sam's. Only the best backpacker hostel I've ever been to. I love all the restored rows of old shop lots all over Singapore. Tres chic, non?
Eating icecream sandwich at Chinatown. God, it was hot. Cant believe we were out traipsing in the afternoon in that weather. You'd have to hogtie and drug me to make me go out in that kinda heat here.This picture sucks because it was taken on my 1.3 mp cameraphone, crappy piece of pseudo technology that it is.
Singapore Pictures
Us at Sentosa, which is overrated and smells suspicously like a bad Disneyland immitation. For S$3.00 a tram takes you from VivoCity mall to the island. Once here, you can pay to enter the various "attractions". We allowed ourselves to be cheated into paying to see the Underwater World (not that bad) and the Dolphins Show (too many people, too hot, I dont like dolphins).
Eating icecream sandwich at Chinatown. God, it was hot. Cant believe we were out traipsing in the afternoon in that weather. You'd have to hogtie and drug me to make me go out in that kinda heat here.
This picture sucks because it was taken on my 1.3 mp cameraphone, crappy piece of pseudo technology that it is.
This picture sucks because it was taken on my 1.3 mp cameraphone, crappy piece of pseudo technology that it is.
May 20, 2007
Singapore Madness
Am writing from my awesome backpackers B&B in Singapore.
Here with Shiren and having ridiculous fun.
Staying at Sleepy Sam's and even if it seems like we're the only Asians around, the place is fantabulous. I just wish the other lodgers are as friendly as the people at the Tokyo hostel was.
And so much for asking for an all female dorm, its basically one floor of everyone together. You'll get over the shock of finding a half naked guy shaving in the bathroom as quickly as you would to having a gorgeous tatooed hunk seeing you first thing in the morning brushing your teeth. He wasnt too scared of my impression of a warmed over zombie with bedhead.
Spending too much money and going around the place like maniacs.
It doesnt help when Singapore is having sales all over. All those malls. Groan. My credit card is getting a hell of a workout. More groan.
Tang's is especially too good to us. On top of the normal sale, tourists get additional 5% discount. Sweet baby civet!
Even if we could walk back home (KL) if we so want to, but it feels like we're million miles away from home. Singapore is totally rad. Its clean and amazing and safe and gorgeous and wow.
As usually with any trip, I am doing a ridiculous amount of walking. Walked the whole length of North Shore road, Victoria road and once walked home (to Malay village, near Bugis) from Orchard road. And if you know your Singapore, that's pretty damn far, as my feet is not so gently reminding me right now.
Went Sentosa (overrated) and the Night Safari (way amazing) and squeezed in some shopping in between. With all the animals, fish, reptiles and non humanoid creatures we saw yesterday, I mainly grouped all of them into 2 groups; edible or non edible.
Going for Phantom of the Opera show tonight.
Hoping to find a dress to wear for that because its ridiculous how great dresses and shoes and bags and everything else here.
A whole day dedicated to shopping today (Orchard road, Chinatown, Little India) and home bound tomorrow evening.
Trip peeves.
Apparently Singapore is also getting their yearly influx of Indian visitors. As in people from India. THEY'RE ALL MORONS.
From the oldest grandnenek to the babies.
I had to strongly resist reaching out and strangling them throughout my visit to Sentosa and The Safari.
AND THEY'RE SIMPLY EVERYWHERE.
Groan. Moan. Murder.
Not being racist (I am travelling with one anyways) but these people are rude, oblivious, smelly and rude. I said rude twice because they're that rude.
Their kids are annoying, spoiled and just wont stop talking (Shiren and I kept reminding eaxh other this is exactly why we're not having kids).
The adults are not much better.
I could go on forever but its just gonna spoil my day.
Wishing Shiren would hurry up and get up so we could make a move on.
Great place, this. Have I mentioned that?
Well, am gonna write me some postcards.
Later, from Singapore, peace out.
Here with Shiren and having ridiculous fun.
Staying at Sleepy Sam's and even if it seems like we're the only Asians around, the place is fantabulous. I just wish the other lodgers are as friendly as the people at the Tokyo hostel was.
And so much for asking for an all female dorm, its basically one floor of everyone together. You'll get over the shock of finding a half naked guy shaving in the bathroom as quickly as you would to having a gorgeous tatooed hunk seeing you first thing in the morning brushing your teeth. He wasnt too scared of my impression of a warmed over zombie with bedhead.
Spending too much money and going around the place like maniacs.
It doesnt help when Singapore is having sales all over. All those malls. Groan. My credit card is getting a hell of a workout. More groan.
Tang's is especially too good to us. On top of the normal sale, tourists get additional 5% discount. Sweet baby civet!
Even if we could walk back home (KL) if we so want to, but it feels like we're million miles away from home. Singapore is totally rad. Its clean and amazing and safe and gorgeous and wow.
As usually with any trip, I am doing a ridiculous amount of walking. Walked the whole length of North Shore road, Victoria road and once walked home (to Malay village, near Bugis) from Orchard road. And if you know your Singapore, that's pretty damn far, as my feet is not so gently reminding me right now.
Went Sentosa (overrated) and the Night Safari (way amazing) and squeezed in some shopping in between. With all the animals, fish, reptiles and non humanoid creatures we saw yesterday, I mainly grouped all of them into 2 groups; edible or non edible.
Going for Phantom of the Opera show tonight.
Hoping to find a dress to wear for that because its ridiculous how great dresses and shoes and bags and everything else here.
A whole day dedicated to shopping today (Orchard road, Chinatown, Little India) and home bound tomorrow evening.
Trip peeves.
Apparently Singapore is also getting their yearly influx of Indian visitors. As in people from India. THEY'RE ALL MORONS.
From the oldest grandnenek to the babies.
I had to strongly resist reaching out and strangling them throughout my visit to Sentosa and The Safari.
AND THEY'RE SIMPLY EVERYWHERE.
Groan. Moan. Murder.
Not being racist (I am travelling with one anyways) but these people are rude, oblivious, smelly and rude. I said rude twice because they're that rude.
Their kids are annoying, spoiled and just wont stop talking (Shiren and I kept reminding eaxh other this is exactly why we're not having kids).
The adults are not much better.
I could go on forever but its just gonna spoil my day.
Wishing Shiren would hurry up and get up so we could make a move on.
Great place, this. Have I mentioned that?
Well, am gonna write me some postcards.
Later, from Singapore, peace out.
May 17, 2007
For the Love of Toast.
There are many things that I truly enjoy in life.
Blue skies, a full tank of gas, travelling, Coca Cola, sending and getting postcards, roller coasters, driving, a good book, rainbows, iced tea, Saturdays, my family's scrabble marathons, cursive handwriting, cooking shows, flea markets, reading maps, LoTR, rainy mornings, brand new contact lenses, fluffy towels, fast internet connection, vanilla candles, etc etc.
Sometimes, I'm lucky enough to get to enjoy two or more of these stuff at one time.
Like reading a new Prachett (a good book) on the 15th (new contact lenses) which happens to be a Saturday and it's raining. Bliss.
Or driving my Jeremy Clarkson (i.e. my Kelisa) with a full tank to a flea market and getting to see a rainbow in the way.
Or riding a roller coaster and drinking coke after a Scrabble marathon wearing a fluffy towel under a blue sky with fast internet connection. Erm, okay, I'm pushing it. Obviously I haven't figured that one out yet.
So I had this amazing brain fart that I could actually do something to combine two more of my ultimate favorite things.
Postcards and travelling.
I love sending postcard from places I've been.
I used to send them to friends and my family. I love sending them. Even when I practically have zero friends.
Downside was, I don't get many postcards for myself. I can hardly forced my friends to write to me on their travel. Not everyone thinks postcards are the most exciting thing since glow worms.
Then I stopped thinking that self-addressed postcards are lame.
But now I'm thinking I should spread the love.
Because even though I travel some, its hardly all that often.
So I'm thinking, why wait until then. I could always send a postcard from home.
But a postcard from home is hardly special when it's your addressees home too.
Bugger.
So I stalk for the time any of my friends would move out somewhere and would instantaneously bombard them with pleas for postcards to which I'd reply with a postcard from home.
Yay.
But the postcard mania rages on.
I'm trying to iron out some kinks for this brilliant brain fart of mine.
Will update.
Blue skies, a full tank of gas, travelling, Coca Cola, sending and getting postcards, roller coasters, driving, a good book, rainbows, iced tea, Saturdays, my family's scrabble marathons, cursive handwriting, cooking shows, flea markets, reading maps, LoTR, rainy mornings, brand new contact lenses, fluffy towels, fast internet connection, vanilla candles, etc etc.
Sometimes, I'm lucky enough to get to enjoy two or more of these stuff at one time.
Like reading a new Prachett (a good book) on the 15th (new contact lenses) which happens to be a Saturday and it's raining. Bliss.
Or driving my Jeremy Clarkson (i.e. my Kelisa) with a full tank to a flea market and getting to see a rainbow in the way.
Or riding a roller coaster and drinking coke after a Scrabble marathon wearing a fluffy towel under a blue sky with fast internet connection. Erm, okay, I'm pushing it. Obviously I haven't figured that one out yet.
So I had this amazing brain fart that I could actually do something to combine two more of my ultimate favorite things.
Postcards and travelling.
I love sending postcard from places I've been.
I used to send them to friends and my family. I love sending them. Even when I practically have zero friends.
Downside was, I don't get many postcards for myself. I can hardly forced my friends to write to me on their travel. Not everyone thinks postcards are the most exciting thing since glow worms.
Then I stopped thinking that self-addressed postcards are lame.
But now I'm thinking I should spread the love.
Because even though I travel some, its hardly all that often.
So I'm thinking, why wait until then. I could always send a postcard from home.
But a postcard from home is hardly special when it's your addressees home too.
Bugger.
So I stalk for the time any of my friends would move out somewhere and would instantaneously bombard them with pleas for postcards to which I'd reply with a postcard from home.
Yay.
But the postcard mania rages on.
I'm trying to iron out some kinks for this brilliant brain fart of mine.
Will update.
April 27, 2007
Humour Orientation : British
I prefer British comedies over American. Dane Cook is not funny. Eddie Izzard is. So is Stephen Fry and Alan Davies and Phil Jupitus and Bill Bailey and Jo Brand. British stand ups (or Welsh, Scots, Irish, you get the drift) are funnier. The US may have more popular sitcoms but the British people are funnier. Their jokes are funny without being crass and, with some slight exceptions of British reality shows, and more intelligent. They do better at sarcasm too.
QI is gold. Doesn't get any more random than this. Read, learn and weep, Cook.
QI is gold. Doesn't get any more random than this. Read, learn and weep, Cook.
- George Foreman delivering a powerful right hand to a parakeet.
- Does the pope eat beavers?
- The fear of not being able to find the receipt for a faulty item.
- He had a concrete swimming cap.
- They explode on contact with fondant.
- You'll be safer carrying a freshly butchered elk leg.
- Put Smarties tubes on cats legs and make them walk like robots.
- You could put your head in custard and no one cares.
- The little book of calm and mace spray.
- Put in the fucking saucepan you fucking idiot, show a bit of fucking passion.
- I think you look more like a welder.
- Technically I think you could fax a snake.
- Where the little people prance and dance.
- Eat well, shit hard.
- I'll leave a little stumpage.
- For all intent and purpose, you're dead, let it go.
- Two bears crawled out and they were shot.
- A rotten badger and a jealous sloth.
- I have spilled coffee on the anteater.
- Today my cheese got stuck in the wall.
- They should put railings around you and have children come and stare at you.
- The sea is in fact only 4% water.
- He was deep-fried into submission.
- I like to have no bodily smell.
- That's not a bear, that's the Sydney Opera House.
- Cold like Venus in winter.
- The gene pool needs a little chlorine, you know who you are.
- This pink polenta, I like pink polenta.
- Is it mint?
April 20, 2007
Like The Previous Post Never Happend
Victoria Secret 2007 What's Sexy List (who apparently have some delusional people working for them)Here's what I think of the list, from the top; EWW, EWW, Okay, Hell Yeah, I Concur, Perhaps, Gross, He's Alright, Kidding me?!, The Fugglilicious Is Getting To Him Though, Who? Oh Him No!, NEVERRR!!, Are You Retarded?, Only If You're Brain Damaged.
- Sexiest Trendsetting Style - Sienna Miller
- Sexiest Male Musician - Justin Timberlake
- Sexiest Female Musician - Carrie Underwood
- Sexiest Actor - Eric Dane
- Sexiest Actress - Jessica Alba
- Sexiest Dad - David Beckham
- Sexiest Mom - Kate Hudson
- Sexiest Beach Body - Matthew McConaughey
- Sexiest Couple - Jay-Z & Beyonce
- Sexiest Smile - John Duhamel
- Sexiest Eyes - Adrian Grenier
- Sexiest Legs - Cameron Diaz
- Sexiest Lips - Jennifer Hudson
- Sexiest Cast - Grey’s Anatomy
My 2007 What's Sexy ListYeah. Now we're talking.
- Sexiest Trendsetting Style - Gwen Stefani (incredibly great music and great fashion sense) and JLo (incredibly sucky music but great fashion sense) or Vix Beckham (on reserve)
- Sexiest Male Musician - Damian Kulash
- Sexiest Female Musician - Carrie Underwood
- Sexiest Actor - Eric Dane (hubba hubba)
- Sexiest Actress - Jessica Alba
- Sexiest Dad -
David BeckhamThe Brad Pitt- Sexiest Mom - The Angelina Jolie
- Sexiest Beach Body -
Matthew McConaugheyJason Momoa in 2000- Sexiest Couple - Brangelina
- Sexiest Smile -
John DuhamelScarlet Johansson- Sexiest Eyes - Hugh Laurie & Jensen Ackles (fangirl squee)
- Sexiest Legs - Gerard Butler (swoon)
- Sexiest Lips - Angelina Jolie (D-Uh)
- Sexiest Cast - House and 300 and Prison Break and Danny Ocean's Team, Supernatural
Who has the better list; the glorious, brilliant me or the idiots that works at the bra shop? Hah.
Edited because lust makes you forget things and just because I can.
April 19, 2007
In The Closet
To put it simply, if this was an episode of South Park, Stan would be yelling,
"Dad, Nella wont come out of the closet!"
"Dad, Nella wont come out of the closet!"Capisce? Yeah, you and me both, buddy.
April 06, 2007
Disneyland Japan Picture
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Originally uploaded by disputed over-lamb.
Besides the ability to set your facial muscle into a permanent smile (nothing a little surgery cant help, I'm sure) what else does it take for someone to qualify to be a Disney Princess/Prince? I'm sure character studies are a piece of cake. (it's a fairy tale cartoon character, for crissakes, happily ever after and whatnot) Must to not suffer from motion sickness in moving vehicle? Well developed arm for relentless waving?
Everything else is a non decisive attributes thanks to the advanced technology of cosmetic, wigs, platform shoes, padded costume etc. But I'm sure the cincher would be the fact that the job doesn't require expressing your choosen sexuality on the moving float. Because it's Disneyland, and there are little kids present. And Because I totally sense the fruitiness of Snow White's man candy. He's prolly letting Cinderella's Price Charming stick the tip in.
Oh god. I've destroyed Disneyland.
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