While I was Out
This is a Photo Blog. So if you hate ppl who blog with photos please do not scroll down. Thankiew...So finally! My comp is back.
It's ironic, when I was just thinking of going on an internet fast- my computer decided to do the Macarena. It danced for almost 2weeks. Initially I experienced withdrawal syndromes. I'd like to thank my pal
envyno, for without her love, care and support- I wouldn't have made it.
Since I was away, I've sort of lost my blogging momentum. Let me warm up abit first lah. I shall leave you with some events that took place while I was down and out...
I gathered a few of my old man's friends and threw him a surprise party. We has medics stand by just in case his heart couldnt take it. Quite happening also lah the party....
I burnt my arm. on the oven. not very clever. and now it's brown-ish. im wishing it away.
I made some new friends. Ohhh, they are such monters. 15minutes with them is like 40mins on the treadmill. They almost killed my camera.
I found a peculiar heart shaped tomato in my fridge....use this tomato to make soup for the man you desire & he's all yours. No, I didnt try it.
Steph came home from NZ!!!! I heart you Steph! Nuff said...
United came to town, and I took pictures illegally , aiyoh how to resist? Awesome is an understatement...Coincidentally, all these great men of God have bodies to die for...
We went to Bayu Beach Resort. Yes, I took this picture there. Its amazing PD can look like this. I've always hated PD. But Bayu was nice and clean.
Steph. Being Steph.
The sky, the water the Tan...
down and out
my computer is down
BIG TIME
i dont even have my CPU with me
im blogging from somewhere else
i hate this i hate this i hate this
i feel so handicapped
grrrrrrrooooooaaaaaannnn...
on a not so depressing note...
...yesterday, i saw him...
in the flesh. my goodness, that voice....
WHY MALAYSIANS BOYS CANNOT SING LIKE THAT?!!
YOU TELL ME WHY?!!
Joel Houston very the yau yeng ler...
heart throb....I like, I like....
so that's the way the cookie crumbles
first, you need
very alot of animal fat.
Nice and creamy fattening the-type-that-gives-you-high-cholesterol fat.
and then, u mix everything nicely.
then, make small small balls *snigger*, and lay aside.
but, make sure you hire someone to do the dirty work.
don't wanna get your pretty fingers dirty do you?
"aiyoh, if I work for Famous Amos ah, sure die. Whole life do this crap"...Yes, I am a compassionate sister.
Give her the easy task mah, so she can bask in abit of glory.
Person X : What wonderful cookies! Did you seriously bake them yourself? Noway!!!!
Modest Me : Nolah, my sister squashed it with her unwashed hands. She helped =)
*Bake bake bake....*
I : FUAH! Wentworth Miller!! *very distracted*
The Sister : Who is Wentworth Miller?I : -_-" He's a wrestlerthen u just pop it in the oven.
and wait.
make sure you do not put your arm on the tray while taking it out.
because if you do, it will make you go "YEOWWAAARRGGHH!"
until your whole neighbourhood can hear
my mother say put Colgate.
Ahhh...perfecto. Crumbles in your mouth, not in your hand!
ubiquitous amber
It seems to me, and it has seemed to me for a very long time that- Amber Chia is
everywhere. Every page and billboard is splattered with beestunglips amber.
The first time I saw her, was in that Guess Ad.
And I thought, 'Wah Lau, HOT wei. Malaysia mali kah?...'
But you know, beauty is like gourmet food. It should only come in small portions. Enough for you to taste, and just enough leave you panting for more. You see, that's what dear ol' Amber doesn't know. She's endorsed every possible product under the sun [yes, I am exaggerating]. But you get my drift.
Amber for Celebrity Fitness-notice how you 'enter' between her legs? & Amber for Playboy Indon.
Did u know that u can Wikipedia Amber?!
"This has led critics to label her as overexposed, and suggests that she show greater discretion when endorsing products. They also cite her poor command of the English language" quote unquote, Wikipedia.
Yes, its true. She opens her mouth all hell breaks loose. The once perfect picture of Amber immediately crumbles in a million pieces. Well, God is fair. I'm not complaining
;)So she was popping up everywhere! You're driving through federal you see Amber, you read Cleo in the jamban you see Amber, you watch TV you see Amber. Amber! Amber! Amber! It was insane. I like the wise old saying :
Familiarity breeds contemptYes. Amber everywhere was getting very annoying.
I realized that it was too much when she started appearing on friendster in pictures with people I know!
This woman
tak malu wan ah? Hmm, come to think of it.
First she appears in ads, then in billboards, then in friendster...and now, she's on my blog.
I think I just contradicted myself.
Goodnight. My brain is jammed.
To Feet a Shoe
Today, The Mother bought
yet
another pair of shoes.
She's got the tiniest feet. Size 3 or 4. She makes me feel like Ronald McDonald in my size 6 or 7!
And no, her mother didnt bind her feet when she was young.
She just has, well...tiny feet?
You know China Men in the days of old find that erotic? Hmm...
Anyway, since her feet are so miniature, it gets tough finding the perfect pair.
So everytime she finds a pair that fits and looks ok, she grabs them.
And this turned into a shoe buying frenzy. A rampage-more accurately.
BUY BUY BUY!
Like the saying goes
'A woman can never have too many pairs of shoes...'
Yes, such wisdom. Such depth.
But my Mother. Ooooohhhh she's obsessed.
She has a shoe fetish I think.
And so, I decided....it was time for INTERVENTION!!
I got her to line her shoes to help her realize how crazy her shoe buying is becoming in hopes that she will come to a realization that children are starving in Africa.
But my plan backfired.
She lined them up alright, then after that she said
"Eh! Take picture!...Tee Hee..."
-_-"
got milk?
...Just a moment ago, I was thirsty.
So I skipped to the kitchen and ransacked my refridgerator
Aha! Soya Bean!
I poured myself a generous amount into my Winnie The Pooh mug.
As I gulped down the liquid, my eye suddenly caught view of a carton of milk.
I thought to myself
I wonder what Soya Bean + Fresh Milk tastes like...
My father always said, "You will never know until you try".
Wise, but only sometimes.
I lifted the cap off the milk carton, and proceeded to pour some milk into my half full mug, creating a concoction of...
Milky Soya Bean of course!
I congratulated myself for thinking up such a clever idea.
Lifting the mug to the my lips, I took a sip
....hmmmm.....Tastes, exotic?
Wait, how come got white-white flakes floating inside wan?
...hmmmm......Doesn't taste so exotic anymore.
"MAAAAAAA!!!!!! IS THE MILK EXPIRED???!!!"
Not so clever afterall
I wonder how many people have
kena before.
I you have, my heart goes out to you
Fermented milk taste like the water someone soaked their socks in.
And no, it does not taste like yoghurt.
I'm sucking on an
asam boi now to get help my tongue get over the shock.
My stomach feels a little quesy, but I'm thinking it's just psychological.
I only took a sip laaa....gosh, I hope I don't
lau-sai. So friends, the moral of the story is, smell your milk...
Lament in the key of D
The dreaded Piano Exam is barely a month away
Woe to me...Woe to me...I can see myself now, running out of the exam room- a hopelessly teary mess. Suicidal thoughts and all. Banging my chest, crying out "WHY WHY WHY?WHY ME?"...It happens every time. Every single piano exam. I'm such a wuss. But really, the examiners are very very intimidating. Can make children cry wan. Just like Santa Claus. You know when I was young-I was terrified of Santa Claus, especially the ones that wanna shake your hand in malls. What's their problem man?? I will run helter skelter away from The Big Fat White & Red Thing and hide behind my dads ass...When I own a mall, I will never hire a stupid Santa Claus to terrify young children.
Sigh. I really hope I won't burst into a fountain of grief & sorrow this piano exam. I am twenty. Cannot cry laa. Cannot. People will stare and whisper wan. So maluuu. must. be. strong. smile. always.
But being the realist that I am, I know I will-and I probably should start crying now. Whoever thought it would be this hard? I am under immense stress, my mind is plagued incessantly by thoughts of the worst scenarios. What if the examiner is having a bad day? What if I was sleepy? What if I panic? What if I'm not good enough?
Woe to me...Woe to me...Such pain, such agony. Why did I subject myself to this?
After 11years of piano classes.
Is this what I have come to?
Is this is it?
Where is that promised pot of gold at the end of the rainbow?
Practice. Eight hours. Practice. Eight hours. Practice. Eight hours.
Guilt eats me.
Because I cannot do it.
I don't have that kind of stamina.
Please let this end.
I'm in a tunnel, all I want to see is that sliver of light.
I am drowning in Pulau Redang, all I want to see is a hot surfer dude come rescue me.
A pass is all I need. All I want. All I've worked for. Seventy-Five on the dot.
And I will buy all of you teh-o-ais-limau. I promise.
After 11 years of piano classes.
I also realize
I wouldn't have chosen a different path
As cliche as it sounds. Music made me.
When words fail to express the way I feel. Music can.
Music and I.
It's a love hate relationship.
I gathered a few of my old man's friends and threw him a surprise party. We has medics stand by just in case his heart couldnt take it. Quite happening also lah the party....
I made some new friends. Ohhh, they are such monters. 15minutes with them is like 40mins on the treadmill. They almost killed my camera.
I found a peculiar heart shaped tomato in my fridge....use this tomato to make soup for the man you desire & he's all yours. No, I didnt try it.
The sky, the water the Tan...
