May's Vent Out

Breaking SOMETHING.

2011-12-02T09:54:00.006+08:00

Dear Blog,

When I watched the first two Twilight movies a couple of years back, I had thought, "WOW I CAN'T WAIT FOR THE THIRD MOVIE TO COME OUT! THEY FINALLY GET MARRIED!!"

Fast forward 1+ years since the last movie, Mr. L does me a big favour by volunteering to go and watch the movie with me. By this time, I was having reservations about spending $18 per person to sit in a grubby seat watching a cringe-worthy movie. (Now I know it will be cringe-worthy because the week before I had watched the first Twilight movie again and in the scenes that I used to swoon and hyperventilate in, I actually felt slightly embarassed)

We went anyway on Wednesday, and the movie was so bad it was actually funny.

I could not feel any kind of chemistry at all between the characters (although I must say Taylor Lautner did a pretty good job) and Bella has turned into this STILL AWKWARD, NEEDY, loose box.

Pluses from the movie:
1. Amazing wedding sequence, I actually teared abit as Charles, Bella's dad, walked her down the aisle.

*sobs*

Beautiful lace detailing on the back of the wedding dress and it's a beautiful style really.

*sighs* How beautiful is this?

Pretty back detailing

2. Jacob seems to be the only person capable of any form of expression that is at least half convincing.

Yea he was pretty much angry throughout the movie, you know, having his love ripped away from him and all.

3. A scene when Bella dies and Edward is trying desperately to transfer vampire venom into her so she'll be resurrected. He injects vampire venom straight into her heart and furiously pumps her heart via CPR. When that fails, he takes matters into his own hands and bites her on her neck. When that didn't work, her arm.

Then the other arm.

Then the right upper thigh.

Then the left leg.

All the while making this 'SQUISH' sound everytime he bit in.
WE LAUGHED OUR HEADS OFF much to the chagrin of the fangirls.

4. There is none.

Minuses from the movie:
1. The finish on the wedding dress was this cheap satin that reminded me of what our costumes were like back when we learned ballet and were dressed up as goldfishes.

Eew satin

2. Cringe-worthy bedroom scene. He actually crushed, what appeared to be, a HARDWOOD window frame (at least 4 inches THICK) in the throes of passion and his undying love for his mortal new bride. And she escapes with a couple of bruises (which I must point out, she DID NOT notice until her concerned new husband pointed it out).

Hardwood window frame in question

3. The way she begged for nookie was just. URGH. Not that I'm saying it's not right to do that, but just not in front of me please.

Eew.

4. Story was just tweaked abit too much from the book and I felt it really lost alot of its meaning. There were bits that were not explained well, which would've made any person watching the movie without having first read the book, veryvery VERY confused.

5. Teen pregnancy at 18 just makes you feel all warm and fuzzy inside doesn't it?

2011-11-20T16:14:00.000+08:00

Dear Blog,

I am selfish, I won't deny that for one second.

Even if I can't have that something for myself, I still want it anyway.

Even if I have made it clear I don't want it, I still want it when I see other people having it or wanting it as well.

Even when things fall into place like finding two jigsaw pieces that go together (and not the corner and edge pieces, that's technically cheating.), I still want to see if the jigsaw piece from another box fits, just incase.

2011-09-11T09:02:00.000+08:00

Sitting under a cabana on the beach on a beautiful breezy sunny day.

Enjoying each other's company in silence.

Mr. L: "Bee, I think you need to do something."

Me: "What?" *thinking this was going to be another serious talk sesh*

Mr. L: "You need to do something about your nose hair."

Ah, sweet sweet romance.

Travels

2011-08-10T20:21:00.000+08:00

Dear Blog,

I didn't think I had done all that much travelling in my life, until I got a comment from a friend recently:

"Wow, you sure have done alot and travelled alot."

I've only been to ten of the total 195 countries in the world, but I think quality definitely trumps quantity in my books.

Some of my most memorable travels have been had in the most unexpected, non-budget-blowing places.

If I had to choose my top three travel experiences:

1) Snorkelling at Sipadan Island, Sabah.

Staying on one of those over-water villas, waking up in the morning to hear and smell the sea, and snorkelling on the infamous Sipadan Island.

Corals of all the colours of the rainbow, the most exotic fishes, a wild turtle and a wild 3m shark (although I must admit I screamed max through my snorkel at the sight of this creature that evoked a serious JENGJENGJENG Jaws moment) just swimming happily around you as you paddle like a retard holding onto a lame polystyrene life-saver.

It has been a good 4 years since that trip, and I have not experienced anything that even comes CLOSE to that since.

2) White-water rafting for 3 hours in the middle of the Balinese jungle.

This covered a long drive through the inner crevices of Bali, navigating through narrow residential laneways, giving way to an elaborate Balinese funeral procession and religious ceremonies, before ending up in a very dubious-looking clearing in a field.

This was followed by a 300-feet trek down the most annoyingly inconsistent steps with absolutely no railings. My poor knees were already screaming out for mercy at the bottom of this majestic cliff, unbeknowst of the terror that awaits.

The next 3 hours was probably the most entertaining and magical rafting experience through what appeared like it was straight out of a Jurassic Park set. We roughed and tumbled, screamed and laughed, and observed the beauty in speechless awe. The whole experience was then topped off by a 'shower' at a waterfall. Loved all 100 gallons per second of it.

I should've seen the horrific end coming, but it didn't dawn on me until the excitement of rafting wore off. I was confronted by ANOTHER 300-foot cliff and this time we had to climb UP.

I was pretty convinced I was going to just keel over and die on these steps, in the middle of the Balinese jungle. I told my friends to just leave me and save themselves. My knees were physically exhausted and were giving way. The kind rafting instructor even offered to carry me up, but I was having NONE of that (if he lost his footing on the handrail-less steps, we'd both have a very tragic ending, so I decided if it was just me who died there, it wasn't sucha big loss).

We were all walking sideways like unfortunate crabs for the rest of the trip, but I look back to the afternoon and loved every single painful moment of it.

3) Clubbing at the most happening club in South Korea, M2.

There's just something about clubbing in a room of complete strangers and knowing there is no chance of bumping into someone you know while you're out being the biggest retard in the world.

On top of that, Koreans are possibly the worst dancers I've had the misfortune of setting my eyes on. So I fit right in.

I love my holidays.

I am a woman

2011-08-09T16:59:00.002+08:00

Dear Blog,

Gathered these facts about women from my many, many, many wise male friends.

All women are the same.
They say one thing but do another thing.

Yes, I do have that quote of letting go of love and if it comes back to you then it is meant to be but if it doesn't then it was never yours to begin with. Smack bang on my Facebook info page no less.

But at the same time I want to scream out; If you want something badly enough, you go after it. If you don't then you probably don't deserve it in the first place.

Men (or at least the lame ones I know).

They are all the same.
They just don't know what's good for them. xP

2011-07-22T14:11:00.001+08:00

Dear Blog,

As much as I tell myself it shouldn't and doesn't hurt, it does.

2011-07-11T20:54:00.000+08:00

What Men Really Want

“A man gives many question marks, however, a woman is an entire mystery!” – Diana Sturm.

Sense of Humour

My great grandfather always said laughter was the best medicine, which is I guess why several of us suffered from never-ending whooping cough. At the conclusion of an everlasting work day, most of us are lethargic, irritable, and suffer from an intense desire to burn anyone who gets in our way. A great sense of humour, a keen wit, and the sly ability to laugh at anything even remotely amusing will therefore alleviate a lot of life’s pressures and dramas. Everybody loves to laugh - the most successful movies, plays, and television shows have always been comedies. Life is way too short to take it seriously and so the most attractive quality a woman can have is to keep those around her in constant amusement. I keep in close touch with an ex-girlfriend to this day for the sole fact that we can make each other laugh like very few others can, and I guarantee that every guy out there is looking for similar fun and frivolity.

IMHO: Well, I have been told I'm as funny as heck and if I must make myself sound like the most cocky biatch in the world, then yea, I think I've got a killer sense of humour.

What's hard is finding someone who appreciates a good joke (which normally entails some level of elbowing and insulting) and can actually reciprocate (Cellulite is NOT funny.).

With Mr. Pai Kia, the dynamics of our relationship is rather different. For once the guy is the dominant one and I let him win most of the time (and ~~make~~ attempt a puppy-dog face alot). Mostly out of fear that he might go into one of his weird-talk-don't-make-sense phases which scares the bejesus out of me.

And man, his jokes, I JUST DON'T GET.

Sure, I make him laugh which he appreciates, but it's mostly me being silly and blonde. And most of the time, drunk.

Intelligence

While it is generally thought that men are fearful of women whose intelligence is superior to their own, nothing could be further from the truth. No one expects their significant other to be able to expertly discuss and analyse the geological topography of the People’s Republic of Chad, however, social intelligence and a keen interest in the world around us are qualities that will take most people a long way. In any sort of social scenario, we will be introduced to people who are well read, widely travelled, highly educated, and culturally curious, and it’s important that we are able to converse in type. Therefore most guys I know will always look highly upon a girl whose knowledge and interests are extensive and varied, and who is clever without resorting to grandstanding or the belittling of others. It’s been said before that sex and intelligence are the dual cures for boredom, and for single guys it’s not often that both are readily available in the same package.

IMHO: I'm well read, widely travelled, highly educated, and culturally curious. But I still feel like a dumbo alot of the times, especially at work.

Personal Style

While the male mind might easily be distracted by the flashing of an unholy amount of skin, it’s not generally something that will keep us occupied long term. We’re not all really that shallow and typically much prefer a woman who dresses for the occasion with a little class and elegance - it’s why you just don’t see that many guys actively pursuing relationships with Vegas showgirls or Jessica Simpson. It’s certainly important to wear a spectacular ball gown to a VIP event and to have a hot clubbing outfit ready to go, but we also appreciate a pair of ripped jeans and singlet when lazing around the house or a business suit and stockings for a client meeting. Fashion isn’t always about dressing up or dressing down and it certainly isn’t about showing us everything as guys definitely prefer to leave some things to the imagination. Give us variety, substance, and show us that you have a personal style all of your own, because clothes don’t just maketh the man and we do pay attention!

A Knock-Out Feature

While guys would be lying if we said looks were not important, they maybe do not carry as much weight as most ladies would think. A woman does not have to be drop dead gorgeous with the body of Elle Macpherson and the face of Cleopatra for our interest to be tweaked. If you were to ask twenty guys what feature they found the most attractive in a girl or noticed in the first instance, you would quite likely receive twenty different responses. Some guys are derriere obsessed whereas others search for a Mercedes Corby picket-fence smile; some appreciate curves and booty while one of my mates has a strange obsession with well shaped ears. While you probably have no idea what that guy you have been eyeing at the bar for the last couple of hours looks for and prefers, you will certainly know what your own knock-out feature is and everybody certainly has one, whether it be mysterious eyes, sensual lips, lustrous hair, a killer set of buns, a gym toned stomach, or rose petals floating out of your cleavage a la Mena Suvari. Whatever it is, play it up, work with it, enhance it, own it. If a guy notices and admires your best asset, it’s more likely that he will transfer that admiration over to you as a whole.

IMHO: Only physical feature that I like which could 'qualify' for knock-out features are my wrists and hands and fingers. Thinner than average and looks dainty, which boys seem to like. Other than that, flaws which I quite expertly hide and make people believe I actually look naturally awesome. WAHAHAHA.

Confidence

Nothing is more attractive to me than a woman who breezes into a room like she hasn’t a care in the world. Carrying yourself with an aura of poise and self belief is a quality that will have male heads turning wherever you go. In this respect, confidence is channelled from someplace deep inside and it’s not an easy thing for men or women to fake or imagine - confidence can only be realised from a supreme belief in your own power. Watch your cat the next time it enters the room and acknowledge how it watches you with a curious mix of superiority, detachment, and impenetrable unflappability. While initially it will be difficult to stop yourself from throwing its smug face out the front door, you somehow are left working even harder to garner its love and approval. Confidence between the sexes prefaces innocent teasing, harmless flirting, and a sense of danger and mystery that allows for the transfer of power in any personal relationship. This will more often than not have any guy eating directly out of the palm of your hand.

IMHO: I have the aloofness of a cat, but not the confidence for sure. When I enter a room of strangers (which doesn't happen if I can help it with all my being), I stand around the corners and stay very close to the exits for when the social awkwardness gets too overwhelming.

Meeting a significant other's friends and acquaintances usually see me freezing up and not talking all too much. Except when I'm drunk (but of course).

So. Is there so much wrong with me?

Best friends

2011-05-30T23:57:00.000+08:00

Dear Blog,

Life is good when you are surrounded by the best friends anyone can wish for in the world.

People you can be completely honest with and know they won't pass any judgment or prejudice.

People who make you keel over laughing over the silliest little things.

People who come and help you when you never asked for it but could've definitely done with.

People who are true to themselves and are genuine in their intentions.

Rough diamonds they are.
They may appear gritty and rough, but are priceless, in my eyes.

Love,
May

The Pursuit of Happyness

2011-05-18T20:27:00.000+08:00

Dear Blog,

You know something in the pit of your belly is telling you something when you find that alot of the things you do now are either:
a) Done while deliberately withholding making it public knowledge
b) Done when there is nobody else around
c) Avoided in conversations so you never have to go there
d) All of the above.

I feel like I am in the throes of a full-blown mid-life crisis.

Fast life, bad boys, bad-ass cars, cashed-up yellow boganette.

I posed the question on my Facebook status update yesterday, "What's the point of life if you can't have the things that make you happy?"

Unfortunately, there's the temporary "happy" and the more sustainable "happy".

Temporary happy?
You go with the bad boy, the one everybody tells you to avoid. He showers you with the affection, the expensive dinners, the gutsy persistence you've never experienced.

Listening to clubby dance music, which makes you exceedingly happy. Drinks optional but wouldn't hurt.

Getting that sexy car, not the smartest financial decision you could make after years of saving up for a house deposit.

Like the music, you get really pumped up and excited right on the best bit of the song, and when it goes into the lame sing-songy bit, you just stop on your tracks and look around aimlessly.

Sustainable happy?
You meet a holy little Christian boy who probably doesn't know any better and you both are so good on paper that you both decide it would be the smartest decision to "merge assets".

Never mind there is no physical attraction.

You get what you want, someone who wants to settle down like you do.

He will never look at anybody else, never hang out with another female soul, and you will be 'happy' for the rest of your life.

You stop drinking, cut contact with all your drinky friends (because you can never trust yourself to behave with them), and be sober 'happy'.

You put the deposit down for a cute 3x2 unit, then spend the next 5 years putting all your earnings into the house and worrying about losing your job and being too kiamsiap to ever take it out for a holiday or an indulgent purchase. 'Happy'.

Now, why is it so hard to make the call? *scratch head*

The thing with virtual dating

2011-05-05T20:47:00.000+08:00

Weeks later, things get pretty serious and you have to now decide whether you want to pursue this to a new level, or cut your losses and walk away.

Suddenly, recalling him (which used to induce a sigh) makes you cringe a little bit.

He tries to call and you get anxious thinking about it because you don't really have all that much to say to each other, sober.

"OMG ME TOO!" moments are few and far between.

Skype date gets conveniently cancelled due to technical issues, because you shudder at the thought of exposing your "shit.what should we talk about now." face.

But then again, I didn't have alot in common with both my exes anyway. The last one didn't even speak English as a first language.

From the "Something Borrowed" movie, Darcy said "If people fell in love based on their similarities then you two would be a couple."

But alas, that is a luxury many of us can't enjoy.

Word of the Day

2011-05-03T08:54:00.003+08:00

SKULLING- v.intr.
An Australian term for guzzling down a large alcoholic beverage, (usually beer) in a large glass or mug without taking a breath.

Last night I skulled two glasses of absinthe (or more affectionately called 'green fairy' for its exaggerated physoactive properties back in the early 1900s).

This morning in the office I skulled my shot of espresso, after staying up till 2.30am but still getting up in time to come in to work only 5 minutes late.

I even skull my plain water, just so I don't have to keep remembering to have a drink and risk being dehydrated, or worse, being tricked by my body to think I am hungry when it's actually just thirsty.

I don't sip. It's too much of a waste of time to do that.

Much like alot of the things in my life. A waste of time. =P

I'm trying

2011-04-12T08:32:00.003+08:00

Dear Blog,

To shake off the bad boy.

I don't get it. WHAT IS THE APPEAL?

We don't click in any other way other than the fact that we are physically attracted to each other. (Yea, he Whatsapps me everyday because, you know, he just wants to take me out for long walks by the beach talking about my life for 4 hours.)
Well okay maybe the attraction is more me towards him, and Ms. Hiaw here ended up making herself appear way more keen than she had intended. And you know, who can resist me? xP

Written grammar is rather shocking too.

And nevermind he unceremoniously ditched me to my friends' care when I got stupendously drunk recently. And went back home to drink some more with his friends. AND DID NOT BOTHER TO EVEN CHECK ON SAID GIRL-HE-'LIKES' ALL NIGHT WHILE SAID GIRL LANGUISHED IN THE MIDDLE OF THE CBD.

He sends me a photo of his dog.
And I'm all *sigh* again.

-.-

FML.

How to identify your best friend

2011-04-04T22:34:00.004+08:00

When you get drunk and she's driving you back:
Me: WE ARE BESTIES BECAUSE *hic* WE NEVER JUDGE EACH OTHER *hic* !!!

When she gets drunk and you are driving her back:
Her: YOU ARE MY BESTIE. I NEVER *hic* HAVE ANYTHING BAD TO SAY ABOUT YOU YOU KNOW... *hic*

Love you always bestie.

In all seriousness

2011-03-22T10:11:00.006+08:00

Dear Blog,

In place of my normally vague, emo and angry posts, I would like to talk about something very close to my heart, and even closer to my stomach.

Is it just me..

Or is Nasi Lemak the best thing that the Malay culture has brought to Malaysians and Singaporeans since cheesy Malay dramas ("You dan I tak possible nak bersame you know?")on TV??

The rich coconut rice..

The fresh chunks or slices of cucumber

The sweet and spicy sambal (even better with chunky bits of onion and ikan bilis in them)

The hard boiled egg.

The crunchy and salty ikan bilis and peanuts.

And if you're lucky (code word for "willing to pay for it"), a generous helping of curry or rendang with the yummy gravy soaking the rice.

What is not to love about this dish that is mind-bogglingly simple in theory but so complex in flavour that you just have to have more? and MORE? and MORE??

I actually salivate at the thought of eating a serve of nasi lemak with my bare hands. There is nothing like manually mixing the food around and algamating all the flavours and delivering mouthfuls of awesome goodness until the last morsel when you kick yourself for wolfing the whole thing down so quickly.

If there were three top things I crave for the most, it would be, sashimi, alcohol and nasi lemak. In no particular order.

The bane of nasi lemak is the fact that you cannot get away with making one serve of nasi lemak for yourself whenever you feel like it. It is a notoriously laborious process because there are just so many elements in that one dish that it is only feasible to make when you are feeding a large group.

Or if you did try cooking it for yourself, you'd be eating it for a week straight. And you don't want to put the words "coconut" and "days in the fridge" together.

No sirree.

I LOVE NASI LEMAK!!!!!!!
*groupie scream*

Blogging

2011-03-17T11:05:00.003+08:00

Dear Blog,

Was having my regular talk with my bestie the other day, and the topic of my blog came up. She says sometimes when she reads my blog, it just feels so real.

LOLLLL

I must be too convincing with my emo talk.

Yeah I won't deny that those emo blogs are genuine feelings, but I don't normally sit and marinate in it like a lamb chop in the fridge for days and days, though there are people who think so.

People also tell me, they never see me mad. I've been getting these comments since I was in high school, believe it or not cause I can't.

LOLLLLL

Maybe that's why I'm scared shitless of getting into another relationship at the moment. I really can't trust myself to not go back to the funk of being the uncool, unhappy, overanalysing self. Looking back, I'm wondering how in hell did I let myself get that way?

In front of the world I may appear to be this outgoing, devil-may-care, happy girl. But behind the facade is the same average woman. The insecurities, the anxieties, the sensitiveness, the overanalysing, the outrageous expectations, the lack of patience, it's all the same.

At this very point, I am the same girl on the outside and on the inside, the happy one. And I want to keep it that way.

May

Cookie cutter

2011-03-14T00:12:00.000+08:00

Dear Blog,

As much as I would love to conform and have a cookie-cutter life, I would love even more to go ape-shiz freestyle and cut my cookie dough with a blunt knife.

It sure as hell won't look pretty.

It won't sell as well as the other better-packaged better-presented cookies.

But it sure will have some spunk.

The punk with the spunk.

Love,
May

Win-win?

2011-03-10T08:55:00.006+08:00

Dear Blog,

It's hard to try and imagine extra-marital affairs becoming a win-win-win-win situation, especially with a child involved.

Nobody knows this more than our local Sabahan TV personality, Daphne Iking.

Fairy-tale wedding to an exceedingly rich Malaysian businessman (this is code word for ugly, fat fart) overlooking a magical sunset in Bali.

Several months later, falls pregnant and has a beautiful baby girl.

Then shit hits the fan.

Less than a year later, husband files for divorce and sues the third wheel (a charismatic handsome, ALSO married man) for enticing a married woman.

Bombshell, DNA testing found the new baby didn't belong to the husband.

Dirty laundry is dragged through millions of tabloid-hungry Malaysians for months and months.

Now she's getting married again and converting to Islam.

I can't help but think, why couldn't she just wait 3 years to find this second husband (and marry him as the first) and convert to Islam, bypassing all the crap with the first husband and the affair and the bub?

But yea, I'm an engineer. The whole shenanigan just sounds very inefficient to me.

Realists will beg to differ. If she hadn't gone through with the whole affair, she would not have had her baby and saw her new husband and religion in a new light.

But listen, more power to her for embracing a new religion which has obviously helped her get through difficult times in her life. At least for now it does appear like a win-win-win-win scenario for all.

How do you know?

2011-03-07T20:56:00.000+08:00

Dear Blog,

It all seems exceedingly easy to say, keep your eyes and mind open and the man will come.

But how do you know when Mr. Right is here?

1 hour of walking through dark Melbourne alleyways looking for a non-existent underground bar?

That he speaks unpretentious fluent English and complimented that he was abit worried I would be speaking with an accent now after working in Australia but he's glad to hear I don't? (GRRRR I GET VERY PISSED WHEN PEOPLE SAY I SPEAK WITH AN ACCENT NOW =()

2 hours of catching up and talking more than we ever have than in the last 7-8 years we've known each other just as acquaintances?

Finding out he's newly single on top of the fact you already find him very cute?

20 minutes of the walk back to the hotel through breath-taking Melbourne with a little awkward hiccup at the end which I'll never find out why now because I've already missed the train of oppurtunity to ask him about it the next day, and will risk looking like the biggest overanalyser in the world if I did ask?

Kicking myself now that I freaked out and made a quick exit?

That he's based in Melbourne and I'm based in Perth, which makes things nearly impossible (and even if possible, very EXPENSIVE) to work out?

That I just have a really odd good feeling about this?

Career Woman Rant #84595730

2011-02-21T08:42:00.002+08:00

Dear Blog,

My job didn't use to be so anxiety-inducing.

I used to enjoy coming into the office.

I have a brilliant view of the river from my table now, been blessed with nice colleagues (well, at least in comparison to other groups who raise their voices at each other at almost a daily basis!), I am comfortable.

Call it laziness? Procrastination? ADHD?

I just don't enjoy doing things I'm not very familiar with, such as writing up a massive $250,000 (of professional fees) proposal which has always been the job for a more senior staff who actually knows what needs to go into the work.

I don't like getting agro emails and phone calls from the client who is halfway around the world, threatening me with the whole shutdown of the process plant if I don't provide them with a quick-fix band-aid solution. All this while they still owe us money from September last year!

You know it's time to let go when you are close to tears now in anxiety thinking about going to work everyday.

Yes I think it's time.

Dedicated to all the single ladies

2011-02-01T18:14:00.003+08:00

*grooving to Beyonce's 'Single Ladies' song*...

ROFLLLLLLLLLLL

fuck you nobody asked for your opinion nobody asked you to be born LOLLLLLLLL

2011-01-12T13:38:00.001+08:00

I'm so sentimental, I just spent more than the actual price of my self-engagement cubic zirconia ring to rhodium-plate it to it's previous glory.

At the rate...

2011-01-07T12:15:00.005+08:00

...I'm craving for weird food items these days, you would think you've just witnessed a new-age Annunciation.

Crave list (in no particular order):

1. Korean BBQ pork belly (or samgyupsal) slattered with red pepper paste (gochujang) wrapped in a lettuce leaf with some kimchi.

2. Crisp, toasted slice of bread (nicely browned almost at the edge) with loads of butter melted on top.

3. Ms. Mauds' Chocolate Blackforest cake with fresh cream topping.

4. Bullcreek Kai's Karaage Chicken Rice Set (the perfectly fried pieces of karaage, and the orgasmic Japanese salad that comes with it... *drools*)

(not really Karaage Chicken from Kai's, just nicked this from Google)

5. ~~Poppo's sashimi rice (sashimi over salad over steamed rice, with some red pepper sauce over it)~~

Funny, how almost everything is either covered in grease and oil and butter or deep-fried.

Alas, it's water until I lose another 1.7kg.

=(

With frail love due to hunger,
May

Word of the day

2011-01-04T11:56:00.002+08:00

Attractive (adj.)- Someone who SENSIBLY considers other people's needs before their own.

Year 2010

2010-12-31T23:27:00.009+08:00

Dear Blog,

In a snap, the year 2010 is ending.

If you tried to sum my year 2010 up in one word, the word I'd pick would be...

JENG JENG JENGGG.....
D-R-A-M-A-T-I-C

Dramatic.

Broke up with the boyfriend of four years,

job went to the shits when boss and seniors started resigning and leaving all the crap for us to do,

moved out from my comfortable semi-domesticated life,

went back to the dating scene (hmmm),

finally got my own room with an ensuite (THANK YOU GOD),

LOL random cam-ho pic of me but with my room as backdrop mah

went to Bali for a group holiday for the first time,

Another random cam-ho pic but this was me in my Bali trip while the rest of the crew were sitting around after breakfast at the villa =)

made some of the best friends I'll always have to treasure for life,

oh the normal stuff.

So conclusion of my year?

I still don't know what the f*** it is I'm doing.
But hey I'm not complaining =)

Once a month until..

2010-12-17T14:55:00.000+08:00

LOL I pulled this draft entry out from the archives and I thought I would still be applicable to publish it now (meaning timed well to the latest visit). Behold, my literary masterpiece:

Once a month until..

.. my ovaries decide to shrivel up like prunes and stop producing eggs.

All in a life's work for a healthy (and I use this word cautiously) female.

Got my period yesterday and was actually pleasantly suprised for once! My aunty visits usually came with a nice 'pre-screening' every month, entitled "The Psycho-level Nervous Breakdown".

But I managed to avoid another episode of this this time. Not sure what I did, but I did it.

May be all the activities I've been throwing myself at from making desserts, to baking cakes, to barbeques, to facials? May be my newly-renewed spiritual faith?

I don't know what happened, but anything that keeps me from bawling half my brains out in my best friend's bed at 3am, while she tries everything to console me (even suggesting that I go see a psychiatrist. LOL), is fine and dandy on my books!

I did, however, start to feel abit emotional again this morning when I thought about everybody back home.

I miss my dogs, Skipper, Jackie and Ruby.

I miss early Sunday mornings following my mom to the market and having laksa afterwards.

I miss listening to my dad's stories from why you get ingrown nails, to who blew up Altantuya.

I miss putting on that sing-song voice to greet my parents when they come back home from work.

I miss evening walks with my dad and Skipper and Jackie (although I must admit I don't do this anymore because Jackie seems to want to pick fights with other dogs when I'm around!!)

I miss home.

So I did the only thing I could, took an extra long, extra semangat walk around the CBD at lunch time.

I'M NOT EMO!

2010-12-16T23:02:00.001+08:00

I'M NOT EMO!

The last 2 months or so has been a rollercoaster for me.

Left right and centre, everything was happening at once and I found myself overwhelmed by all these distractions.

Suddenly, there's calm.

And pinch of certainty.

Yep, I'm positive I'm going to let the abomination of the last hair cut (blardy blunt fringe has reinforced the point [again] that I do NOT look good with a fringe and should stay the hell away from it) grow out and imma keep a long fringe till I die.

Jingle Bells

2010-12-15T20:49:00.000+08:00

Dear Blog,

Christmas fever is upon us again.

A time for reflection, new year resolutions, and not forgetting, the completely inappropriate excuse to be a complete glutton.

Glutton being spending $600 on clothes in 2 days and buying two pairs of shoes at once.

Glutton being eating like a pig for days in a row, throwing the whole 'counting-me-calories' idea out the window. (Will worry about this after the new year)

Glutton being, giving your very cute friend's EVEN CUTER friend the ~~once~~ ~~twice~~ thrice over and enjoying every saliva-inducing moment. Yum.

Oh, Christmas cheer indeedeedoo. *rubs hands together gleefully*

Merry Christmas everyone =)

cluckcluckcluck

2010-11-23T20:34:00.000+08:00

Dear Blog,

I never understood it.

The woman sitting on the second row, bawling her eyes out for the bride and groom as they read out their vows;

To have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; from this day forward until death do us part.

But now I do.

Cause I am that woman now.

It wasn't until I attended a wedding at the end of last year, that I felt this surge of emotion as I sat in the crowd, as my two acquaintances were about to commmit the rest of their lives to one another in front of all of us.

I had to hold back tears.

I feel the same way when I see proposal videos on YouTube, or even photos (proposal, RoM, wedding, honeymoon), or when I walk by a wedding shop and spot a beautiful wedding dress, or a ring at the jewellers.

How could it not be emotional, looking at both sides.

The young, oh-so-naive bride:
Who romanticized the idea of marriage, having found her Prince Charming to protect and to uphold her honour for the rest of their lives together.

To be able to accept that she would one day bear his children, and have to squeeze an equivalent of a medium sized watermelon out of a 15cm slit.

To commit to one man for the rest of her life in whatever circumstances.
Oh the horror.

To make his house a home.

To spend the remnants of her youth with this man, and with the risk that he could turn out to be a complete jerk once he hits the dreaded mid-life 'crisis' (I still don't get the 'crisis' part of driving the newest convertible out in the sun with your non-hair in the wind (as he would obviously be bald by then), or the other 'crisis' of extra-marital affairs).

For the groom:
To spend the rest of his life caring for this woman and providing her with all the comforts and luxuries he can afford.

To announce to the world that you have deliberated and you're about to commit to the one woman (and we all know what a feat that can be) for the rest of your life.
And we all know most guys won't bother to think about getting married unless the girl pushes or pressures or insinuates very, very obviously. And even THAT doesn't work sometimes.

For the poor emotional woman:
"Why can't I have someone love me like that?"

Expectations

2010-11-16T07:54:00.001+08:00

Dear Blog,

Expectations only bring disappointment.

Works. every. single. time.

2010-10-27T20:42:00.001+08:00

Dear Blog,

Woke up this morning, and realised, I miss domesticated life.

I miss having free reigns of the kitchen to experiment and cook whatever I wanted, to leave my masterpieces to cool on the kitchen bench without anybody kaypohing.

I miss laundry days when I would wake up at 8 am and start up the washing machine then go back to bed so laundry would be ready for drying when I woke up.

I miss roasting stuff in the oven and watching the meat slowly turn into a yummy crispy golden colour, even if it meant we would be eating at 8.30pm.

I miss dinners in front of the television, with our spread laid out in front of us in 3-4 bowls. (Now I'd be lucky if I had to eat off 2 bowls, I just chuck everything haphazardly into one bowl now.)

I miss forcing myself to cook vegetables, because he needs to eat vegetables more than I do.

I miss going to Bunnings to buy stuff for my garden (at some point I had planted chillis, chives, bak choy, and even carrots!)

I secretly miss ironing his work clothes, even though towards the end I refused to do it for fear of him being too complacent with me doing all this housework for him.

Seriously, who would mind being domesticated really?

It's just the stupid men who won't make honest domesticated women out of us.

HAIH.

Er.

2010-10-20T20:57:00.002+08:00

Just because you press on the "Me being emo" link on your bottom left and read up years and years of me being exactly as warned, EMO, it doesn't mean I've been consistently emo for my entire existence.

I don't need to be saved from things in my past.

I don't need to have my past issues prodded and poked, questionable upbringing or not (and I assure you I've had a better upbringing than most people I know).

I know your intentions were good, but there was a fine line between being empathetic and truly concerned, with sounding condescending and patronizing.

Unfortch you were threading dangerously on that one.

Random

2010-10-15T09:49:00.000+08:00

Dear Blog,

Double standards suck big time.

Love,
May

2010-09-13T20:28:00.000+08:00

Thought of the day: “Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus” (Philippians 4:6-7)

Whinger

2010-09-08T18:15:00.000+08:00

Dear Blog,

I generally avoid whinging about work whenever possible.

I've always thought, work is work, it shouldn't overflow into your personal life.

Plus, I can't say having a workaholic mother who spoke about work incessantly played a part in my distaste for bitching about work at home.

But seriously. Why in heavens do I need to do invoicing and chase clients up for payment only to find out that the client actually made the payment (albeit it's an iffy one because they paid less) a month ago but the accounts department did not bother informing us that there was a problem!

So long story short, I put on my Ah Long face to the client to ask for money because our account system was screaming "OVERDUE PAYMENT!!", but client had already paid last month.

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*chant*chant*

"Be one with the sponge...."

Love,
May

Ignorance

2010-09-07T19:29:00.000+08:00

Ignorance is truly bliss.

How do I know this?

Look at Spongebob and Patrick!
They're the happiest sea creatures ever!

Open the flood gates

2010-09-01T08:54:00.003+08:00

Dear Blog,

We are all weak.

We are all not free of sin.

Heart-suffering because of sin is the best proof that the Holy Spirit dwells in your heart.--Johann Arndt

But how do I stop the suffering?

2010-08-20T10:21:00.002+08:00

Dear Blog,

I find myself being drawn to being busy like.. *struggling to find an analogy for this* .. POINT IS, I am literally jumping at any chance I get to do something other than being by my lonesome too much.

Engagement party for someone I hardly know but was invited anyway? RSVP me in IMMEDIATELY!

Followed by an early birthday breakfast the next morning at the almost ungodly 9.30am before which I will need to accompany my bestie to meet a potential tenant at 8.30am?? I'm in!!

Then , there's the chiropractor appointment to try and do something about my back on Monday afternoon.

Mad church Masterchef-themed competition in a week where we have to cook 5 dishes!

Wisdom ~~tooth~~ TEETH removal 2 weeks after.

Travel to five cities in the next 8 months.

And the weirdest part?

I think I'm really loving it.

May

2010-08-17T15:56:00.001+08:00

Thought of the day: For many, it is difficult to accept that the past has passed. Sometimes, it’s so hard just to leave it there, where it belongs. But until we do, we cannot make peace with the present or walk into the future with hope.

2010-08-12T14:04:00.003+08:00

Dear Blog,

It is HIGH time for a ~~blardy~~ joke around here.

What colour is Doraemon?

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.
.
.
.
.

...

Clue:

Blue and White you say?

WRONG.

He's RED.

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.
.

"Ang ang ang....."

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA

"So what are you waiting for?"

2010-08-11T11:32:00.003+08:00

I don't want to impress.

I just want to be myself.

The loud, dramatic, animated, sometimes-comes-off-rude-and-snobby self.

The high-maintenance and frivolous self who still wants a Rolex watch and an SLK.

The sometimes-just-cannot-control-volume self.

The biggest banana that still speaks in broken English self.

The sometimes-just-cannot-stop-talking self.

The un-feminine (or at least not traditionally) self.

The emotionally-detached and heavily-guarded self.

Okay, granted some things I still need to work on and iron out.

I just want to do this right.

If I lose you in the process, then I'm sorry for taking too long but you probably deserve better anyway.

2010-08-03T10:03:00.001+08:00

Thought of the day: You know when the captain jumps ship, you're in for a rough ride.

=)

2010-07-30T16:10:00.007+08:00

Dear Blog,

I think I'm happy.

Soothing 50s jazz music on my playlist,

the random outings with friends,

the facials (although I can't say I'm a fan of the burning and stabbing pain when she tries to squeeze impurities from my pores, can you say "toe-curling pain"?),

watching all 6 seasons of Sex and the City in 2 months.

Star-gazing in the middle of a farm in the cold winter night.

Trying to contain our giggles and laughter at 2 in the morning but the joke was just so funny you ended up sounding like a very unfortunate muffled donkey.

I've made so much of myself being down and depressed and vindictive and critical and self-pitying.

But you know what, maybe it's time I opened my eyes. Maybe it's time.

This can't be love by Nat King Cole
This can't be love, because I feel so well,
No sobs, no sorrows, no sighs.
This can't be love; I get no dizzy spells,
My head is not in the skies.

My heart does not stand still, just hear it beat.
This is too sweet to be love.

This can't be love, because I feel so well,
But still I love to look in your eyes.

I will..

2010-07-22T11:14:00.002+08:00

try to not swear so much anymore.

And try not to speak ill of other people and be all judgmental and critical.

Well, at least not openly anyway =DDDD

2010-07-16T08:55:00.001+08:00

Someone quoted on their Facebook update; "roads don't change, people change."

Well, roads are always leading forward to someplace new, people who can't change and move forward are the anomalies IMHO.

I'm proud to the point of being smug that I've changed, how can some people with 30 years under their belt be so negative about change?

By this friend's analogy, we'd all be hacking away at dense overgrowth with a blunt machete from going 'off the road' all our lives.

ROARR

2010-07-12T11:55:00.004+08:00

Dear Blog,

I don't know what's happening to my aura as of late, but I've been contacted, flirted with, called to be somebody's first wife (woopee), told he's missed me, etc, by boys that I find quite repulsive.

One doctor fully flirted with me for 2-3 months online last year, getting anxy when I left the msn conversation without telling him (emailed me to ask if he did anything wrong to OFFEND me. how's that for in-your-face). Last time I contacted him last week, he called me by the first half of my chinese given name, HUNG.

I have always introduced myself as May, or Hung May, and I KNOW he knew this while he was trying to make a pass at me. Otherwise I would've corrected him CHOPCHOP.

And several months later when he got a gf already, I am now Hung?

If I have one pet peeve in my list of 3 million, people calling me Hung has got to be on the top of the list.

It's like they didn't even bother to remember during the introduction stage, and again did not even bother to find out the rest of my name.

It's not that hard. And he's a MALAYSIAN, I don't know 1 Malaysian who insists on being called the first half of their chinese name.

This morning he sent me an FB msg, a tersely written message (not even one smiley, who does that on informal email anymore?!) asking me a multitude of questions on how to take a taxi from the Krabi airport to THE resort (he must have thought I was telepathic because last I checked, there were hundreds of resorts in Krabi within the radius of 100kms). How much would the fare be in average?

Thanks

..... excuse me.

Do I look like a Changi Information Desk to you? Do you see a bowl of mints inviting your grubby hands for a free burst of fresh minty breath on my desk?

I didn't think so.

I replied "I have no idea."

And the old classmate who treated me like shit back in uni but now does the whole "yerr.... go out also never ask me one....."

"no girl will like me one la...you see..not even you..."

"hcome i got so many girl friends , like you lo, and not even one serious girlfriend hah?...."

man, that trick only works if the girl is in the slightest bit interested in you lo...

URGH. At this rate, it's gonna take me QUITE a while to find a good man. If I find one at all.

Love,
May

My hidden passion

2010-07-06T09:51:00.003+08:00

Dear Blog,

Our beloved talk-show queen Miz Oprah Winfrey has been hammering into our overheating brains for decades now on the whole do-what-you-love-even-if-it's-not-the-norm- or-isn't-a-9-to-5-desk job debacle.

The idea is, many of us are stuck in a regular office jobs and are usually forced to stay put for decades and decades, marinating in the Unfulfillment sauce for a very, VERY long time.

Once in a while, Oprah rounds up people who have swam against the currents, avoiding hungry grizzly bears waiting for when you jump out of the water, and finally reaching your birthspot where you spawn (ie: find your life's purpose/fulfilment) and die. This is of course, if you were a hypothetical Atlantic salmon.

I do wonder sometimes if that could be me. I have the most average job imaginable, with no motivation on my part to improve anything at the moment because I just feel it's just more responsibility I could do without quite nicely now.

Sometimes I feel like I could make a good travel agent. Only because I love travelling and researching about travels so much.

Maybe I could make a good caterer. Cooking and baking skills are a little wobbly for the most part, but with plenty of free time JOBLESS and a little bit of practice, I could probably whip up a mean tray of hors d'oeuvres.

A comedienne perhaps?

Or maybe just a full-time blogger ranting about all that's wrong in life =P

So...what's your hidden passion?

May

URGH

2010-07-01T10:14:00.002+08:00

Forgot to bring my phone to work today.

I didn't realise how dependent I was on my iPhone until I started experiencing withdrawal symptoms!

I was so frustrated I forgot my phone, I reached out to update my Facebook status on the sad absence of my toy for the day.

Then I realised AGAIN, I don't have my phone to do that.

BAHH!!!!!!!!!!!

Okay

2010-06-28T14:41:00.005+08:00

maybe I sounded more heartbroken on my previous post that I thought!

a flurry of my girlfriends rushed to my side and I was promptly put on the official S-watch list.

yes. S for SUICIDE.

yes. Suicide Watch. LOL

Friends I've talked to may feel that I'm beginning to contradict myself with my explanations and denials, so I'm wary about trying to explain everything that rushes through in my little overheated brain.

I am feeling just that, contradicted.

Am I heartbroken? I'd say no.

Am I emotional? Yesirree.

Would I ask for him back? 100% no, but I will (to be safe, as us engineers do) allow for a 1% uncertainty for periods of excessive alcohol consumption.

Would I go back to him if he came back begging? Maybe.

Recently I have these annoying moments when I doubt the various judgments I've made in my insignificant life.

"Maybe you're not ALL that great.." my right limbic cortex says.

"What a filial daughter you are, working overseas while your parents are back home ALONE."

"Who else would be stupid enough to subject himself to the same torture you subjected your ex to?"

"Well since he didn't come back after 2 months, probably safe to say he wanted the breakup more than you THOUGHT he did."

"WHAT ARE YOU STILL DOING HERE?"

And it doesn't help that you are currently in the merciless throes of a hormone-saturated emotional turmoil.

So yea. I can only keep praying and stop trying to control every element of my life and just having faith it would all work out eventually.

But then again, the people on the Hindenburg probably had faith that they'd land safely.

oops.

Thanks all my girlfriends who graciously spend their time with me over the weekends, as I know they always have all kinds of fabulous activities lined up and would probably rather do that than watch me mope like a goth.

In moments like this, I'm really glad I was a gay guy born in a female body.
We automatically get the license to be emo ALL WE WANT.

MUAHAHAHA.

=P

Holiday officially over

2010-06-22T15:27:00.004+08:00

Dear Blog,

Holiday officially over and I'm back into the same old routine of work, eat, work, TV, sleep for the next 3 months.

It's been a miraculous 4 weeks that I stopped all contact with the ex, and about 2 months since we broke up.

Anything that could've happened, should've happened already, so I'm not putting any hopes into a reconciliation.

If I must admit, I was secretly hoping for him to come to my house on a hot air balloon in the rain holding a Tiffany and Co. 2 carat engagement ring wearing an Armani suit and shouting at me that he had made the biggest mistake of his life. Alas, my life is far from a Sex and The City episode.

So off I went and disappeared for two weeks, spending time with my family and my dogs. Forgetting the ridiculously dramatic turn of events in the last few weeks and putting it behind me.

But I got back on Sunday, and the second I put my bags down in my room, I actually teared.

Pent-up frustrations from the past 2 weeks? Who knows.

The vivid dreams.

The restlessness.

The general feeling of not wanting to be at this place at this time.

I know I won't want to ever go back to how it was before.
But it really bugs me that I really don't want to go forward either.

Wowza

2010-06-03T11:27:00.002+08:00

Dear Blog,

Leaving for home in one more sleep so WOOPEE!!!

Leaving for Bali with 5 other friends in September so WOOPEE!!

The sun,

The exchange rate,

The ocean view from our cliff-edge villa,

The food,

The culture.

I just wish I could look as good as this Korean celeb in her recent trip to Hawaii.

OMGOMGOMG SHE IS SO PRETTY!!!

Can anyone possibly look any better while on a tropical vacation?

Perfectly coiffed hair, delicate fiddly dangly earrings, skin that glows (not in the sun-kissed Gisele Bundchen way but it still looks beautiful),

and that perfectly shaped nose.

BAH THIS IS WHY I WANT A NOSE JOB.

May

I can't..

2010-05-31T23:22:00.001+08:00

..deal with cowards.

The coward who in numerous times enthusiastically agreed to go out together but cancelled at the last minute with some stupid lame excuse (and he STILL asks why nothing ever happens between them. OBVIOUS MUCH?)

The coward who can't commit but still have the cahoonas to say he 'loves' you.

The coward who refused to publicly acknowledge his relationship with his new girlfriend because she isn't the most impressive-looking flower in the garden.

The coward who sits there talking about the girl he 'likes' behind her back, but makes ZERO effort to try and chat her up himself or express any form of interest.

The coward who can't plan beyond 2 weeks of his life.

The coward who white-lied (euphesism to the maximum (oh joy, it rhymes), A LIE IS A LIE) knowing it drives the girlfriend insane when she does find out.

The coward who has had a girlfriend for over a year and 'neglected' to tell the clueless girl openly flirting with him.

End.

May

2010-05-28T16:39:00.002+08:00

Thought of the day: I JUST HAVE TO KEEP TELLING MYSELF. " JANGAN PERASAN WOKEI.. There's no way he could be directing it at you, and even if he did, it wasn't meant to be misinterpreted in your favour in any way. Cause all men (except my dad) just suck balls that way."

SPutter

2010-05-21T08:49:00.006+08:00

Dear Blog,

Part of the fun of the Olympic games is uncovering the mascot pre-games.

I'm just not sure if the mascot design team were on magic mushrooms during this design phase for the London Olympics 2012 mascots:

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!! WTF ARE THEY?!!!

The blue one looks like a bottle opener, while the orange one looks like a MODERN artsy-fartsy-egronomic bottle opener.

HAHAHAHHA the mascots ominously approaching a rather frightened-looking boy who's been stunned in fear.

HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAH!!!!!!! rofl!!!!!!!!

London’s Olympic mascots are a couple of one-eyed monsters

Moulded from steel left over from the last girder on the Olympic stadium, London’s 2012 mascots are neither cuddly nor cute but organisers say the gleaming one-eyed metallic forms will strike a chord with children.

As the covers were removed by two pupils in front of wide-eyed classmates and LOCOG chairman Sebastian Coe at an east London school a mere javelin throw away from what will be the heart of the Games in two years, Wenlock and Mandeville, as they will be known, were introduced to the world.

It was the culmination of an 18-month project to come up with an enduring image for the Games and a merchandising gimmick that will keep the cash tills ringing as 2012 target 16 millions pounds in revenue from Games memorabilia.

While modern and slightly obscure, LOCOG say the mascots recognise Britain’s Olympic heritage.

Wenlock is named after the village of Much Wenlock where Pierre de Coubertin visited in 1890 and where his idea for a modern Olympics was born while Mandeville is aclled after the Stoke Mandeville Hospital where the Paralympic movement began shortly after World War II.

Asked to describe exactly what his creations are, designer Grant Hunter of London-based firm Iris, said they were “magical beings” that would become “multi-dimensional” mascots aimed at capturing the imagination of children across the world.

A group of invited journalists were given a sneak preview of an animated film based on a story by award-winning children’s author Michael Morpurgo who was commissioned by London 2012.

It shows the two steel nuggets being sculpted by the grandfather and then how they spring to life in the hands of two children before morphing into various sporting poses.

The film was screened by the BBC’s One Show later on Wednesday — the official launch of the mascots 2012 chiefs hope will rank favourably alongside the likes of Moscow’s Misha, Barcelona’s Cubist-inspired Cobi and Atlanta’s unpopular Izzy.

Rather hard to describe, Wenlock and Mandeville both have one large eye, representing a camera lens so they can record what they see, cannot speak, don’t smile and have features borrowed from London’s iconic taxis.

“The mascot will help us engage with children which is what I believe passionately in,” London organising committee chairman Sebastian Coe told Reuters as human-sized versions of the eye-catching mascots danced in the school playground.

“The message we were getting was that children didn’t want fluffy toys, they didn’t want them to be human but thy did want them rooted in an interesting story. “By linking young people to the values of sport, Wenlock and Mandeville will help inspire kids to strive to be the best they can be.”

After the furore of its controversial logo in 2007, a project that cost 400,000 pounds and was initially met with scorn before proving popular, London 2010 organisers are confident that its choice of mascots will hit teh spot.
What is more the budget was just “a few thousand” according to a LOCOG official.

“These guys will tell a story about the Olympics Games and really fit with our whole philosophy of the Games,” LOCOG chief executive Paul Deighton said, adding that some of the rejected designs included pigeons and Big Ben with legs sticking out.

To appeal to a generation of children brought up with electronic gizmos, Wenlock and Mandeville, look as though they are related to computer game character Sonic the Hedgehog and will even have their own place on Facebook and Twitter.

HAHAHAHAHHAHHAHA!!!

END.

Love,
May

Lots but nothing to say

2010-05-19T19:19:00.002+08:00

Dear Blog,

I feel like I have alot to say, but nothing to say at the same time.

My new life is pretty good at the moment. The freedom I've been missing out on for the last couple of years is a nice breath of fresh air. I've gotten my own car, and thought I'd be going insane with it, but I ended up just staying in for most of the nights after work.

But, truth be told, I do miss him sometimes.

Last couple of days more so.

Sometimes I wonder, have I made a mistake?
Should I just submit to not expecting too much and just going with the flow for the years to come with absolutely no vision of what the future holds?

Am I overanalysing the situation? Maybe he's not as bad as I harp about.

Normally, I would start feeling angry and hurt when I think of all the 'perceived' bad things he's done to me.

But now, I feel a very odd sense of calm.

Almost like, there's no point of me making myself feel so negative about the situation when it cannot be rectified.

I reached a point where I felt I was unable to NOT feel negative about his new group of friends. And he reached a point where he said he felt nothing he did was ever good enough and that he probably felt there's nothing that he could do on his side to make me feel any better about his new friends (almost deliberately not telling your gf you were going out with them while the gf was out unawares at a girl's sleepover is HARDLY what I would call "trying very hard", but yeah, maybe that's just sensitive ol' me.)

I hated who I was becoming; this possessive gf who came THIS close to telling him to cut all contact with these colleagues of his.

That's just not me.

I usually let him do WHATEVER he wanted.

Fishing from ungodly 4am to 7-8 pm weekend after weekend after weekend, I was perfectly cool with that.

Spending thousands of dollars on his car and MORE weekend time fooling around with the car, yea, I was perfectly cool with that.

I used to feel smug when guy friends would complain to me about their partners whinging and complaining about their car habit, and that they sometimes had to sneakily say they were going out for an ice-cream but went to a car enthusiasts' gathering instead. -.-

So why was it so difficult for me to accept that he just wants to hang out with this bunch of (dare I say it) LAME chinese-educated people?

I would've liked it if he had had the decency to sms me a 25cent sms to tell me that he was back home at 5am after becoming the designated driver at a night out with 2 girls who I had already made very clear of my dissatisfaction(in his defence there were OTHER males who joined in the pub crawl, but then again, driving two girls out drinking, I can't imagine that looking good in any books).

I would've liked it if he had had the balls to sms me AGAIN what time he got back the SECOND time it happened, after I only found out he was out following my sms to ask him what he was up to (I had asked and he had made very clear that he was not up to anything before I left for the sleepover, so I would think a sudden arrangement of a night out with said people-gf-doesn't-like would warrant at least a COURTESY sms?).

So we tried talking it out on that last time 3 weeks ago. Insincere apologies were thrown my way, again with absolutely no understanding of what he was apologising for in the first place, as he had done for almost everything in the past 4 years. sorry, just let me off the hook already will ya?

He even said that I am scary. Not a great way to describe a possible life partner yea? =P

I came to the realisation that this would just repeat itself over and over and over again as it has for years. Maybe for varying issues, but the same 'resolution' and insincere apologies and me just being dumb and just ACCEPTING and FORGETTING. And fear is definitely not an emotion you'd want to have for your partner. It would be unfair for me to leave him frightened off his socks at every single waking moment with me.

So I raised my hands up in defeat, and asked him to call it off.

He needs someone who's not so sensitive and high-maintenance and perhaps not borderline psycho, and I need a real man, not a boy who thinks he is always the innocent one who's been wronged and misunderstood at absolutely no fault of his own.

When I look at the whole picture, I do think this is the right and ONLY thing to do.
Hopefully I'll be able continually understand this amidst the times when I feel like possibly going back for a reconciliation.

I just have to keep telling myself it's my love of habit that's gotten me thinking about getting back together, not the soft stuff that will really makes it work.

For now, I am just enjoying my time alone and with my wonderful girl friends. No man in the picture yet.

Is it just me, or are men these days just absolutely revolting?

Uh oh.. is this a sign that I may be a closet lesbian? =P

Love,
May

Some people should just drop dead and DIE

2010-05-14T13:51:00.001+08:00

Dear Blog,

I've been looking for a used car to get online and came across so many of these SCAMS it's just not funny anymore.

Seriously, how do these people sleep at night after they've conned someone of their hard-earned money in the 5 digits?

A few days ago I came across a Mitsubishi Colt for sale.

$10,000 but only 30,000 km and lots of pictures of the car inside and out.

Whoever who did it put alot of effort into the advert, most definitely.

I decided that it was a genuine seller from the description and the photos and decided to make contact.

2 days went by and I heard zilch.

I was beginning to lose hope that I could own myself a Colt by the end of the week.

Then I got an email from CarSales.com.au

Oh. They realised it was a scammer.

I breathed a sigh of relief but also frustration as this meant I've wasted yet again my time and effort to get a stinking car!

So no problemo. I went on my merry way continuing my search.

That evening, the owner made contact.

Wooo how legitimate sounding.

eBay, for OUR protection.

Then almost at the exact same time, I got another email from CarSales.com.au.

This time to VERIFY that the seller was genuine and that carsales.com.au has personally seen the documents for the car being sold, etc.

I was excited for a good minute, then it hit me.

SCAM. SCAM. SCAM.

I looked up the "official" CarSales.com.au email verifying the seller and saw that the email was cunningly addressed as XXXX@394304834- carsales.com.au

To be disguised as an email from carsales.com.au, but it's actually a random email address that's been generated by some low-life assholes.

It's quite incredible the amount of effort they put in to con me! Imagine if I was some gullible woman who really needed a car STAT and was desperate to get one for cheap.

Oh wait.

*sheepish*

But anyway, it just boggles my mind how people could do something like this without feeling like they deserve to have their pubes (with person attached) drenched in kerosene and lit with a nice match.

So I replied back.

2010-05-13T12:20:00.000+08:00

Thought of the day: One needs to sense the other person has compassion for the harm they've caused. Without that, people have no reason to trust or forgive. -NYTimes

Something mad I did weeks ago

2010-05-10T22:41:00.004+08:00

Dear Blog,

Put on my crazy hazel-coloured contact lenses and whipped out the faux lashes and attempted make-up magic like those recent Taiwanese shows that've been floating around.

Would never be caught DEAD caking on so much make-up, but I kind of liked it.

The science that goes into the art of make up is actually quite inspiring.

How do girls who can't do more than double digit additions put on delicate faux lashes with such precision it makes grown men weep?

Anyway, digressing again.

Pictures.

Okay, I wasn't exactly dressed for the part. Nor was my hair styled in any way, shape or form.

Won't say this is the best make-up job in the world, but it sits pretty high up there for my standards.

I, if you don't already know, have ZERO sense of creativity or artsiness.

I still remember going to art tuition (please refer your question of "WHO TAKES LESSONS FOR ART?!!" to my extremely over-enthusiastic-so-sure-one-of-us-was-a-child-prodigy-so-she makes-us-go-for-every-imaginable-tuition-class (YES, piano for more than 10 years, and YES, even ballet in which I was completely and utterly useless in) mother) and shading the evening sky with the wrong shades of green n blue and orange, while my older sister was a complete natural.

EPIC FAIL.

The only artsy thing I'm remotely good at (or I've been told) is that I draw cartoons well. But as in drawing my OWN cartoons. I can't even draw a good Mickey Mouse to save my life!

So sure, I could probably use with more blusher, or a pink-tinted lip gloss.

But don't you think those coloured contacts are awesome!?

Regards,
May

Hello again

2010-04-28T16:17:00.003+08:00

Dear Blog,

Guilty as charged. I have been neglecting my blog and my blog readers (yer deh macamlah..) for far too long.

I think it is time I tried to make this a regular thing.

The circumstances of my life has dramatically changed over the last couple of days (don't worry, everybody is fine, except maybe me), so I found that itch to release some of my emotions to the repetitive but purposeful art of typing blog entries.

I soon hope to begin a new chapter of my life, a situation I haven't found myself in since I was 17.

Stuck in a rut I've been in the last couple of years, and somehow, over the last weekend, I suddenly felt this SURGE of strength to move forward and not look back.

It hasn't been easy so far, I must admit, but I believe this is for the best, for both of us.

I'm moving out of a live-in relationship.

expletive

2010-03-28T16:14:00.002+08:00

Dear Blog,

33 calls to another girl.

55 calls to the girlfriend.

Should you be worried?

My Secret Life

2010-03-04T10:49:00.003+08:00

Dear Blog,

Sometimes I feel like I'm living a secret double life.

On the exterior, I'm this 'strong', 'loud', 'opinionated', 'everything-under-control' woman.

But in actual fact, I don't feel in control or strong at all.

I actually feel like I'm losing whatever control I have left.

Things that seemed so easy a couple of years ago, now seem quite impossible.

It's like I have my legs stuck thigh-deep in goopy mud, and I just can't get myself out.

We torture ourselves for the sake of staying in the comfort zone. But why?

Who am I kidding here?
The comfort zone isn't even that comfortable.

I'm not happy.

I'm just not.

Civic-mindedness.

2010-02-22T12:23:00.003+08:00

Dear Blog,

A recent 4-week trip back to Malaysia with a short stopover in Singapore really opened my eyes to our people.

2 lanes of traffic will somehow conveniently turn into 3, or 4 if you're lucky and the asshole has some mad skills aside from being an ass.

People swerving between lanes and into exits with no form of signalling whatsoever (I would even appreciate a wave out the window so we all know where the blardy hell you're going!)

Full grown men shoving to go through doors even with ladies in attendance. You should feel lucky if they even hold the door for you as they go in (albeit half heartedly), so it doesn't slam in your face too hard.

HOGGING THE MIDDLE ELBOW REST ON THE PLANE (Worse, those idiots who conveniently place their elbows into MY airspace, like hogging the whole arm rest wasn't enough)

Using the flash on your camera at the Night Safari although you've been reminded OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN throughout the whole night by the keepers.

WHY SO KIASU HA!! Is it THAT important to take a flash photo of an obviously distressed leopard? Somemore can brag after that that your photo looks good and the leopard fur is so nice.

And those Mainland Chinese and Indian people (I'm ashamed to say this, but this was the majority of people that I noticed taking flash photos. Although I must add, the Leopard Man was either Malaysian/Singaporean) at the Creatures of the Night show at the Night Safari.

After being told in like 8 languages to switch off your flash, the minute an animal came up, the flashes went off like crazy. IN THE FACE OF ONE OF THE PERFORMING BINTURONGS!!

WAHHH I so want to tell these people off! Next time shit like this happens, Imma give them a piece of my mind, and my FIST!

Honestly, I don't want to be stereotypical, but these people from Mainland China and India, who seem to be tourists EVERYWHERE I GO at the moment, are just annoying!!!

I don't know if it's contributed by their difficult-so-must-be-kiasu-and-shove-and-push-and-be-fucking-noisy lifestyles from where they're from.

Like the China auntie who sat beside me on the Night Safari tram, who upon 2 minutes of the tram ride starting, proceeded to PROCLAIM unnecessarily loudly, that it stinks.

YOU THINK YOU'RE IN SOME JASMINE FLOWER GARDEN MADAM?!!

IT's A ZOO!!

HOW DENSE CAN YOU BE!

And also annoying proclaiming throughout the whole show, too freaking loudly, that it was really dark and she has a hard time seeing the animals, IN THE NIGHT SAFARI.

They walk around with this aura of self-entitlement and think nothing of skipping queues, hogging the arm rest, talking too loudly in a very annoying tone, and just generally being in my friggin' face.

URGH I see inconsiderate buttholes are still tops on my Pet Peeves list.

I can't wait to have children...

2009-10-19T21:03:00.003+08:00

.....and earn my license to waste my housewife time doing artwork for my kids at 6 in the morning only to have the kids throw it around in the bottom of their bagpacks until recess time 3-4 hours later!

I've always been fascinated by bento boxes and have come close in several occasions on eBay when I was tempted to buy those cute animal-shaped egg molds.

Yes, one of these:

Don't they look absolutely adorable?!

I wouldn't mind nibbling on one in the privacy of my own room, but to bring it to the office and have your colleague see you munch on an egg shaped like a cute farm animal, is a WEE bit daunting.

They'd be wishing I was as serious in my job as I am with making my lunch look like furry cute animals!

So children with too-free taitai mums, you people sure are luckY!!!

My mum has been working since I was a kid, but she did make my lunch for school, don't you worry.

I remember being 7 sitting outside my classroom during recess, when a kaypoh Indian mum came to visit her scrawny son EVERY FRIGGIN' RECESS caught sight of me devouring my home-made lunch.

She started laughing.

........I'm serious!

I was too young to exercise restraint or voice out my opinions, with the added bonus that I devour anything on sight (I would hardly call myself a picky eater growing up, I ate (and still eat) EVERYTHING!), I didn't realise that my mum was packing me a massive lunch probably enough to sustain half my primary school classmates!

She's fry rice with lots of soy sauce (I loved my dark fried rice with lotsa egg) in the morning and pack my lunch to the BRIM in a one-litre ice-cream box.... (i'm cringing recalling this) For a 7 year old!

Maybe that's why I have an insatiable appetite now.. T_T

Ahh..the good old times when I could engorge myself and fret not about calories and cellulite and FAT. *sigh*

But disgressing again from my ADHD.

Back to bento boxes!!

I saw this website with all these cute amazing bento photos

Wow don't they look delicious...

Yummmm....

I would love to have a packed lunch like this everyday...

Then it got abit weird...

HOW DO THE PEAS STAY IN PLACE?!?!!!

Don't they roll around in the container?!!

I'm not actually feeling this one.. Can't even imagine what it should taste like!

Radioactive blue rice which I doubt is made from natural morning-glory extracts like our Malaysian Nasi Kerabu.
omg am i missingmalaysianfoodlikecrazynow...................

JUST the thing to get you energized for the rest of the day... CRAP (flies which look like cockroach eggs INCLUDED!)

Dubiously-colored RICE for kids?

Is this REALLY necessary?? (What's the purple paste the coffee cup is sitting on?hmmmm....)

SERIOUSLY?! WHISKERS??!

I can appreciate doing this maybe once a year for your kid, but if the kid were to eat a food painting of a pink rice bunny amongst a colourful flower field, the additives and colouring CAN'T be good I would think!

What the heck are those brightly-colored stuff on the 'palette'? eeew.

And I highly doubt that the bento boxes will look anything remotely like the photos once it's been in a 5 year old's bag for hours -.-

There's nothing I hate more...

2009-09-30T13:54:00.003+08:00

.... than travelling with inconsiderate buffoons.

Fatties who hog the arm rest (HEY THE PERSON IN THE MIDDLE ALSO NEEDS AN ARMREST YOU KNOW..), people who insist on removing their shoes to avoid the occurence of deep-vein-thrombosis but in the process release toxic athlete's foot fungus all over the stuffy airplane air..

And worse, those shitheads who RECLINE their seats.

I do like to recline my seats, no doubt about that.

But I think of the poor bugger behind me who has to tilt their head sideways to watch the inflight entertainment now because the screen has become so friggin' close to their face, they almost feel like they're doing a 3D puzzle (you know those airworks that you need to squint and strain to see a 3D horse or something).

It's ridiculous how the seat actually pushes up on my knees when they recline their seats even when I'm sitting straight. And I'm only 5 feet 4.9 inches! Can the person not feel that I am feeling terribly uncomfortable while they bask in relaxation and sweet slumber?!

So I don't do it.

I was actually overjoyed when I heard that AirAsia planes now came with forward-reclining seats, which means you compromise your own leg room instead of other people's space to get more reclining action.

Then someone I knew was bitching about how they really HATED these new seats...

Why so complacent when you're hogging other people's air space, but so cranky when you compromise your own?

tsk tsk tsk.

shame. shame.

2009-09-24T12:50:00.002+08:00

Indonesian woman gives birth to 8.7 kilo

JAKARTA (AFP) - An Indonesian woman has given birth to an 8.7-kilogramme (19.2-pound) baby boy, the heaviest newborn ever recorded in the country, a doctor said Wednesday.

The baby, who is still unnamed and is 62 centimetres (24.4 inches) long, was born by caesarean section Monday at a public hospital in North Sumatra province, a gynaecologist who took part in the operation told AFP.

"This heavy baby made the surgery really tough, especially the process of taking him out of his mum's womb. His legs were so big," Binsar Sitanggang said.

The boy is in a healthy condition despite having to initially be given oxygen to overcome breathing problems, the gynaecologist said.

"He's got strong appetite, every minute, it's almost non-stop feeding," he said.

"This baby boy is extraordinary, the way he's crying is not like a usual baby. It's really loud."

The boy's massive size was likely the result of his mother, Ani, 41, having diabetes, Sitanggang said.

She had to be rushed to hospital due to complications with the pregnancy, which had reached nine months. The baby, her fourth, was the only child not delivered by a traditional midwife.

When a diabetic mother's glucose level is high during pregnancy, the baby can receive too much glucose and grow too large, according to the American College of Obstetricians and Gynaecologists.

Indonesia's previous heaviest baby, weighing in at 6.9 kilos, was born in 2007 on the outskirts of the capital Jakarta, according to the Indonesian Museum of Records website.

Smaller baby: "Jesus Christ WTF ARE YOU!!????"

HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHA

2009-09-08T23:00:00.004+08:00

I spent my night crying over these heart-wrenching animal cruelty videos.

The White Dog:

Part 1: When the video-er saw the dog and fed it some food and water.

Part 2: The next day, the video-er went to locate the dog to give it medical attention or to humanely ease it of it's suffering.

But it was too late.

I cried so hard seeing the video-er inspect the green license collar on the dog's carcass. It is nothing but a meaningless reminder of a home the dog once had before it was unceremoniously dumped and ignored by his own family.

I can't understand what kind of human being would do this.

You owe it to the animal to put it out of it's misery if you are going to neglect it without any food or medical attention.

Problem of the euthanasia of unwanted pets in the US:

This video also made me cry so much my eyes got so swollen they look like two marshmallows glued together.

I had to make the horrible decision of putting my Scooby to sleep just last June when her health suddenly took a turn for the worst.

The video was eerily reminiscent of when I called the vet to come on that Sunday night (when they usually don't work, but somehow he picked up my call and felt sorry for me hearing me cry over Scooby so he came). Fortunately by the time the vet came, Scooby was already not responsive so I didn't have to go through the trauma of having her look into my eyes before she walked over the Rainbow Bridge, unlike in the video where the dogs are of perfect health and are alert.

Sometimes I really feel like a hypocrite. I wish I could do more for these animals and I feel so disturbed and emotional when I see something like this, but what have I done to help the situation?

I always want to give donations to these NGOs but I can't help but feel like I am only a small drop in the ocean. What difference is my money going to make in the huge scheme of things? People are going to continue to neglect and abandon their animals in front of their children but expect the children to care for them when they're old and frail and give out pets as Christmas gifts (which is pretty much scientifically proven as a really bad idea most of the time).

But then again, maybe it's time I stop making excuses.

My faith was somewhat restored when I saw this story. The dogs that were rescued from the Pulau Ketam fiasco. I believe 300 dogs were rounded up from Pulau Ketam and basically dumped on a God-forsaken island to 'fend' for themselves. Or rather to die a horrible death in a wet soggy swamp.

Some of the dogs pictured did not make it (there's a memorial on this on the website as well), but it's very comforting to know that these dogs are now safe in caring hands for them to live the rest of their lives content as dogs should live.

I miss my dogs *sobs*

Andy Lau Shenanigan

2009-08-28T08:45:00.008+08:00

For those who haven't been updating themselves with Andy Lau's wedding story that's been unfolding over the past year, here's the latest low down:

Friday August 28, 2009
Is Lau’s long-term partner expecting a baby?

SPECULATION is rife that former beauty queen Carol Chu, the long-term partner of Hong Kong superstar Andy Lau, could be pregnant.

All the local Chinese dailies reported that pictures taken at the airport in Hong Kong showing the bloated stomach of Chu could be an indication of her pregnancy.

China Press reported that Chu was seen shielding her stomach throughout while holding hands with Lau after arriving at the airport in Hong Kong.

Sin Chew Daily also reported that Lau was even seen embracing and holding her by the waist at times, fearing that journalists might run into her.

Meanwhile, the same paper reported that a fan by the name of Kiki had threatened to take her own life after learning about Lau’s relationship with Chu.

“I am not strong enough to accept the fact. The only thing that can console me is for me to take own life so that you won’t forget me.

“I hate you! Go get married! My life would be your wedding gift,” said the fan whose comment was posted on an official website.

However, there were many who posted comments giving their blessings to the couple.

This is apparently a picture of Andy Lau paying his last rites to his father-in-law who passed away last month.

Gawd...the man's almost half a century old for crying out loud! Give him a break larh!!!

HAHHAHAHA MY LIFE AS A WEDDING GIFT?!

How delusional can fans get?? If she were to REALLY have the guts to commit suicide over the breaking news that Andy Lau was finally going to tie the knot at a tender young age of CLOSE TO 50, Darwin's natural selection theory is working well I must say!

Alright, now the news are getting abit crazy.

The Star reported they already registered their marriage last year in Las Vegas.

And now they're reporting she's PREGGERS with Andy Lau's seed! Albeit via artificial insemination.

I must say, she DOES look slightly rotund in the belly region.

It's freaky how she looks like his older sister in the pictures. Hard to believe she's actually four years younger than him!

Ahh...the perks of being in the entertainment industry..

I think it would suck to be Andy Lau and his wife at the mo'. But hopefully with the cat officially out of the bag, they can finally start to live a normal life as husband and wife and have all the kiddies they want =P

May

Yikes

2009-08-20T00:54:00.000+08:00

Dear Blog,

A couple of days ago I was browsing through Popseoul.com again and read this article:

Dae-sung to get surgery
Published August 18, 2009

Dae-sung is scheduled to undergo surgery for his fractured nose and eye bone, later this week.

Big Bang’s Dae-sung has been in the hospital because of the injuries he incurred from the accident, this past 11th. On the 17th, YG Entertainment made an announcement that Dae-sung will be getting surgery for his fractured nose and eye bone.

The operation date has not yet been scheduled. The bone in his nose and near his eye have been fractured and will get operated on within this week. The hospital (doctor) has diagnosed that it would be best for Dae-sung to undergo general anesthesia and get his nasal bone and eye fracture, operated on together. Dae-sung is currently is being treated for his injuries and resting up before the surgery.

Hopefully, Dae-sung’s operation will run smoothly and he will be able to return to the arms of his fans in tiptop condition.

So commentors started going on about how this sounds SUSPICIOUSLY like an excuse for a nose job and eyelid surgery, the 'in' thing in Korea especially since Dae-Sung is not the most goodlooking potato in the vegetable patch.

I put in my two cents to agree with them. I mean, who has heard of SCHEDULING surgery for SHATTERED facial bones 1 week after the actual accident!
It can't be for any other reason for cosmetic purposes right?

Not that I'm gonna go in an anti-cosmetic surgery tirade or tell him he is beautiful naturally, blabLA BLAA, but hey, this is the fact, he's getting his nose and eyes done.

No stigma about it, he's a celeb so he can blardy hell do whatever he wants if he's got the moolah.

I only hate it when they refuse to admit that they've had work done. *cough* Dawn Yang *cough* Half Dutch *cough* half Thai *cough*cough* my ass*cough*. There's nothing wrong with being born not goodlooking but at least TRYING improving one's looks. Even surgery is not as easy as just lying down and letting the doctor do his magic you know. You gotta walk around in PAIN, suffer through swelling and bleeding, and scarring.

Apparently Dawn before, just an uglier version of Dawn now.

Dawn before, I can also see the similarities, but the nose has obviously transformed.

I must say her nose was quite nicely done by the doctor. If it wasn't for people posting up her Before pictures, I thought it looked very natural.

But some of these die-hard crazy fans thinks it's INSULTING for us to even BEGIN to INSINUATE that he is considering options to make himself look more pleasing to the eyes.

Who are you to DECIDE that he should be happy with his chinky eyes and massive nose?

TSK.

But disgressing, I left this comment:
maymay777
August 18, 2009 at 12:43 pm :
"DEFINITELY NOSE JOB AND EYELID SURGERY.

I’ve never heard of scheduling surgery for broken bones in an accident 1 week after the accident! Don’t they try to fix u up asap before bones start to fuse and stuff?
Unless of course they’re gonna break it up and put it all back tog for cosmetic purposes anyway… lol

Jun Hae Bin had an ‘accident’ too, look how she turned out.

I must say, she looks hotter now, so .. good for you dae-sung! "

My case in point, Hae Bin:

This is Hae Bin before. I thought she looked abit trampy like a husband-stealer type. Notice how the nose is quite prominent. It's not MASSIVE (unlike mine) but its abit bigger than it should be.

Hae Bin after the 'accident'. Look at how SOFT her face looks! I really love her face now.If I were to get a nose job, I'd want one exactly like hers.

I feel like I just want to hug her and protect her from the evils in this world.

And saw this reply of my comment after:
Miss
August 18, 2009 at 2:44 pm
"actually it is possible. any big impact/ffroce applied to the face can break bones around your eye, nose, and the bride of it. most bones are connected. the bones in your face tend to be. you break one, it’s not a surprise that others follow. google the anatomy of your skull. check out the face. you’ll see. totally heard of and not impossible. however, a lot of force must be applied to make that happen.

I believe that his head might have been rammed into the seat, dashboard or window in front of him and with the speed the car was going at combined with the jolt from the wreck…hope that makes sense.

seen people playing sports, doing karate, and heard of ER stories realated to issues like that. "

-.-

She completely didn't read the point (or NON-point rather) that I was trying to make and proceeds to babble like a bafoon.

I never once said facial bones could not be broken!!

Alamak. Got fans so stupid or not.

Let's just analyse her babbling in detail shall we?
"
actually it is possible. any big impact/ffroce applied to the face can break bones around your eye, nose, and the bride of it. (FORCE BREAKS BONES?!! I DIDN't KNOW THAT!?) most bones are connected. (OHHHH! Man all these while I thought humans were just floating around like jellyfishes or amoebas) the bones in your face tend to be. you break one, it’s not a surprise that others follow. (HAHAHAHHAHHAHA) google the anatomy of your skull. (Trying in vain to back her explanation up with facts -.-) check out the face. you’ll see. totally heard of and not impossible. however, a lot of force must be applied to make that happen. (-.-)

I believe that his head might have been rammed into the seat, dashboard or window in front of him and with the speed the car was going at combined with the jolt from the wreck…hope that makes sense. (yes I hope so too, that it makes sense to YOU instead)

seen people playing sports, doing karate, and heard of ER stories realated to issues like that. "

My first comment had NOTHING to do with how he broke the bones. I'm not even questioning the fact that he broke a few facial bones in the accident.

I'm questioning the very fishy TIMELINE in which the surgery for his shattered face was scheduled for, more than ONE WEEK after the actual accident!

Miffed, I replied:
maymay777
August 20, 2009 at 2:50 pm
"I meant scheduling surgery 1 week after a severe accident is unheard of in my books.

Breaking ur nose n eye bone n that area so close to the brain sounds QUITE urgent and requires quick medical attention if you ask me, not 7 whole days.

I’m not hatin’ on him but I’m just sayin’. He needs an excuse to get cosmetic surgery done and it’s here, so good on him ^^

I wish I could hv an excuse to get a nose job. "

Jeezz..these Korean pop fans is really as crazy and as delusional as people say they are.

Either that, or this girl accidentally replied to my comment when she was actually trying to explain the general knowledge of bones breaking under forces to someone else.

May

iPhone-Blackberry shenanigan

2009-08-17T22:06:00.003+08:00

Dear Blog,

I never knew a stupid hand-held device could produce so much ANGER and BACKLASH on the blogosphere!

In the never-ending iPhone - Blackberry saga which is so overly-dramatized it's not funny, you get the two extremes:

1) The people who just LURVE their iPhones

2) The people who have Blackberries

Kim Kardashian - BlackBerry

So, which is better?

Personally I just got myself an iPhone last month, and I haven't regretted it one bit, YET.

Blake Lively- iPhone

But don't get me wrong, I'm not going to go on one of those I've-got-an-iPhone-so-I'm-smarter-and-richer-than-you route that most of the fanbois and fangirls seem to be going down.

Megan - my-boobs-are-a-bouncing- Fox - iPhone

Upgrading from a Sony Ericsson K800i, as you can imagine, was a BIGGGGG jump.

Looking at this picture now, I actually miss it =\ A proper camera -.-

It wasn't hard to be impressed considering I had a BASIC handphone before.

I had thought LONG and HARD for a new phone.

I initially was anti-iPhone to be honest! I was thinking, everybody has an iPhone, why should I go down the beaten route!?

I SHALL BE SPECIAL!!! (not in the special school kind of special!).

About 6-9 months ago, the whispers of the new Nokia N97 was out on the net.

I fell in love.

I was DETERMINED to get my hands on one of them when it was due to come out in June this year!

I waited..... and waited........and waited in anticipation.....

Then waited again..... waited somemore...........

And waited.......... somemore.

In the last month or so, I grew frustrated at the N97 as I really needed a smart phone, like NOW.

Lo and behold, my phone contract with 3 was expiring soon and the iPhone was finally coming out in 3!

Long story short, I got the iPhone 3GS for an additional $20 /month for 24 months inclusive of 1GB data. $480 for a new iPhone (selling at $890 outright) PLUS 1GB data plan.

How could I say no to that!?

Plus Lindsay Lohan has one too so I was sold. -.-

So, my verdict:

The GOOD:

1) INTERNET ANY TIME!!!
The beautiful thing of having the net with you anytime!

Want to find out what time the restaurant you're craving for closes?
Check online.

Want to browse through the store's catalogue to see if there are any bargains before you waste your fuel money checking it out?
Check online.

Want to argue with your boyfriend about random facts like who set the worl record for the hula-hooping the most number of hula-hoops?
Check online.

The net is so beautiful..... *sobs*

It also has this Google Map function which I thought was neat!

2) FACEBOOK ANY TIME!!!
I am a self-confessed FB addict.

I just LURVE updating my status updates and perving on other people's hot boyfriends, and stalking.

This lets me go on FB anytime I want!

3) Applications
People are going to lament "SHucckkss you gotta pay for the applications!!..".

The way I see it, all the applications are on this ONE platform, and you get to see reviews and ratings for the application before deciding to buy it for a CHEAP $1.19 (goes up to $3.99 for those really detailed apps).

So you KNOW the application WILL work on the phone. You won't have to worry about downloading games and third party applications from DUBIOUS website only to find out 4 weeks later that you've been running an acai berry business that you didn't know about.

a) Games
Games to fill your bored times in the bus and or maybe when you DON'T want to talk to your boyfriend, so you don't end up just scrolling through your contacts in the effort to show you'd rather look at your phone than him.

Personal favourites: FlightControl, Sally's Spa, StandOFood. (Mostly those time management games)

b) Organisational
Calorie counter, currency exchangers, budgets, shopping lists..

You eat a doughnut? Put 300 calories into the phone.

You spent $250 on that FCUK jacket only to see it on sale at $120+ 3 weeks later?
Put that into the phone.

Need to restock on aunty visit pads? Phone.

Rather than have lousy Post-it notes stuck all over the insides of your bag, you can organize your life in one device.

Whoopie Goldberg - iPhone

Demi Cougar ~~Moore~~ Kutcher- iPhone

4) iPod
My iPod nano has been giving me a WHITE blank screen for the last 6 months. Having an iPod in your phone also means you don't have to lug two devices all the time now!

LOVELY!

5) Touch screen
The touch screen is incredibly intuitive and fast.
I love the PINCH-to-zoom and how you can flick through the screens!!

About XX's comment about looking RETARDED like Tom Cruise in Minority Report, we're not flicking in mid-air if you haven't noticed. Don't see how flicking or pinching the screen would look any more retarded than trying to manuever that tiny little ball joystick thingamajig on the Blackberry that feels eerily like how it would feel to rub somebody's nipple. I'm not gonna go much further with this, but hey I'm just sayin'....

Sorry I'm feeling ticklish already just LOOKING at that joy~~stick~~ball~

The BAD:

1) Abysmal Camera
The camera on the iPhone 3GS is most probably the saddest camera in existence.

Not having a flash is no excuse for the crappy, underexposed, blurry photos.

I swear most of my pics (if not all of them) look like this. DULL and BLAHHHHHH.

My SE K800i before took BEAUTIFUL pictures at 3.2MP FLASHLESS.

The iPhone's highly-publisized AUTOFOCUS function is TERRIBLY USELESS. I can use the autofocus to tap the focus point I want, but when I take the picture, it almost always readjusts the focus ELSEWHERE! But I suppose having a crappy autofocus is better than NO autofocus..

Unless we're allowed to freeze-frame our lives at any point, taking casual photos of everyday items are nearly impossible with the iPhone, with my shaky hands anyway.

I need to be INCREDIBLY still for a shot at a clear photo, and all that stress just makes me wanna go out and just buy a DAMN compact camera for my casual shots.

At least SOMEBODY's enjoying themselves with the camera. -.- (PS: It's 16yearold-but-went-to-an-award-show-in-a-JLo-esque-DEEP-V-with-half-boobs-visible Miley Cyrus)

2) TOUCH SCREEN
I've had to sacrifice the nails on three of my fingers (two thumbs and right index finger) to be able to use the iPhone.

Might get a stylus soon so let's see how that goes and if I can start keeping those nails long again.

I must stress though, the whole experience of using your fingers to operate the phone is quite special. You must just try it to believe it.

Plus, where is the stinking stylus gonna sit?!!!
THere's no stylus holderr!!! -.-

3) Battery
The phone jammed on me while I tried to charge it some time ago.

Instinctively, I wanted to turn the phone over, remove the back cover and to remove the battery to reset it.

I turned the phone over, to realise, I CAN'T TAKE THE BATTERY OUT!!

I resetted the phone by holding a couple of buttons, but that still worried me abit.

WHAT HAPPENS IF MY BATTERY DIES?

I can't go out and buy a new one!

But then again, how often have you bought an EXTRA battery for your handphone, or worse, have to buy a replacement battery?

Hopefully this batt will last me as long as I intend to keep the phone for. Normally after 1-2 years the phone's obsolete already anyway.

2) Phone
The iPhone is generally not a GREAT phone.

The phone layout is quite clumsy and confusing, in the beginning I was accidentally calling numbers I didn't knew I had called!

Maybe it's just the noobie thing to do. -.-

So in conclusion, there's absolutely no need to get all defensive of your phone lah. It's what suits your lifestyle and situation! Some people will be turned off by the iPhone for the touch screen issue, some people (myself included) may be turned off the SMUSHED-up buttons and keys on the Blackberry.

Paris Hilton - BlackBerry

Amanda Bynes - BlackBerry

Some may want their phone to be Game Central.

Some may want something a little more serious.

You KNOW Madonna means serious business with her BlackBerry, just look at her rippling arms!

There's a reason why there're countless different handphone manufacturing companies in the world. They're all fulfilling different sections of the VERY huge market.

Some old fat dude who came up when I searched "iPhone celeb" on Google. - iPhone

There's no need to get all defensive (and ABUSIVE for that matter) about whose phone is better than whose.

If you like your phone, rave about it.

Andre 3000 (I think??) - Vintage BlackBerry

If you don't, bitch about it.

Why.

Full stop.

ROAR.

2009-08-06T16:40:00.004+08:00

Dear Blog,

I think the term 'Economic Crisis' is just a euphemism for 'Let's work you all like donkeys till you start bleeding from your nose and let's forget about you ever getting a raise for a long, long time although we still promise it to keep your motivation up long enough that you'd stay to keep the department the top three highest profit-making groups in the whole of the Western Australian company and continue to be underpaid'.

Fuck the ECONOMIC 'CRISIS'.

May

Hmmmm

2009-07-09T15:47:00.003+08:00

Dear Blog,

I have been having this really WEIRD taste on my lips all day.

Tried rinsing it off (it tastes bitter like soap residue but I didn't put anything on my face near by mouth or on my lips itself in more than 24 hours!!), but the taste is STILL there!

In my mouth it tastes fine, it's just on my lips for some bizarre reason.

I've been taking zinc supplements for my skin as of late, so maybe that's got something to do with it?

You know you're getting old when you experience weird pains and sensations and you have this impending sense of doom that you're slowly degenerating.

May

BGR

2009-07-03T11:24:00.006+08:00

Dear Blog,

BGR stands for Boy Girl Relationship larh.. I'm sure all of you know that right?

I don't know.

I actually miss the days when I would CRYYy over a teenage boy, telling myself I won't be able to live without him.

PFftt. (here comes cynical me)

Love - Shmove.

My idea is, if you really LOVE someone, you won't HAVE to be all 'I NEED TO SMELL YOU STINKY PILLOW BEFORE I CAN RETREAT FOR MY NIGHTLY REST!' on him or her.

But then again, I recently read a quote that said "Power in the relationship is the person who shows that they care less. Happiness in a relationship is the person who shows they care more."

It moved me abit.

But then I thought of all the loyal obedient wives out there working like battery hens giving the husband many offsprings and starching his work clothes and cooking elaborate dishes like Buddha Jumps Over Wall for dinner, being cheated on anyway eventually, with a 20 year old golddigger in a mini skirt.

Happy ka lidat?

Then I thought, screw that shit.

NO POWER NO GLORY LArh I say!

But then again, I really do miss feeling like that.

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I even recalled bringing my first boyfriend home for our housewarming bbq, and he was unceremoniously ignored by my parents (understandably so, as I was like 17 at the time! I'd be ignoring my kid's gf or bf at that age too!).

He left with his tail semi-tucked between his legs, and me, being the rebel (yerdeh macam lah..) confronted my mum about it la. I still remember she was sitting at the front steps of the house petting our dogs.

I said "Why'd you treat him that way?"

Mum: (getting defensive) Like how?

Me: Neh, you just ignored him and pretended he wasn't there. (at this point I thought, Holy Mother Of God, I'm gonna get it this time.)

Mum: WHAT YOU WANT OH?!! YOU WANT ME TO PLAY A KOMPANG FOR HIM?? *leaves the conversation faster than you can say "Who's bad?" ala Michael Jackson*

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So note to self, the cute little baby that everyone coos and "oohHHH"s and "waHH"s to WILL probably turn into a hormonal emo I-will-get-myself-knocked-up-just-to-spite-my-parents teenager eventually.

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Anyway, I just feel really BLAH these days from the MJ drama.

I was abit shocked when I heard about it early Thursday, but didn't think too much of it at work.
The last week was spent listening and reminiscing to his work and I think I'm gonna come out of the closet and declare myself a mourning fan.

So what if he was a man-child?

His music always had a very positive vibe and message, unlike the shit we see today.

People are just singing about how CHEAP women are, about what they do in bed (I really don't care where your sweat is dripping to or FROM), about them being supressed minorities, guns, and shit like that that don't give good vibes at all!

Try singing about environmental conservation today, and people will be like "Wud field is the weed you're smoking from?".

I'm not a feminist by any means, but where have all the innocence and gentle spirits gone?

Where have all MY innocence and gentle spirit gone?

MJ was weird I must admit. Watching his mockumentary by Martin Bashir (search 'Living with Michael Jackson' on Youtube! This is a MUST-WATCH y'all),you could see that he wasn't an average man. But then again, an average man could NEVER have produced such exceptional work that spanned generations and decades!

Watching him feed his kid with the milk bottle made me cringe abit (he looked like he was all over the place, shaking his leg to calm the baby while making very weird noises. I can't say I've seen anybody do that before.)

And how he said he only had TWO nose jobs and SPECIFICALLY nothing else (NOT EVEN CHEEK IMPLANTS!)
I could see his cheek implants from the poor resolution screen on Youtube!

And TWO nose jobs? Errr... if it was only two, why'd he stop and walk around with half a nose? I'd be tempted to fix it so it at LEAST doesn't look like Barbie's nose when someone holds a lit lighter to it.

But let's not go there, we all have our skeletons in our closets. We tend to forget MJ is human too behind the talent and face.

All that MJ child molestation drama, I don't know how true this is, but the boy who cried wolf (in this case the wolf in question was Michael) came out a couple of days ago saying he did it all for the money, under his father's persuasion.

All this after he spent millions building Neverland and donating to 39 different charities in the world, making him the most charitable celebrity in the Guiness Book of Records.

Snoop Doggy Dog, mind to spare a quarter for the needy?

It's sad that he is persecuted for being the gentle and innocent spirit that he is.

I wish to be able to recapturn some of that innocence now that I'm this cynical, sceptical, rational adult.

The world lost a superbly talented man (or woman, whoever he chose to be), one who used his music and moves to entertain and to convey positive messages across the GLOBE.

I will miss MJ. I am heartbroken that he never got the chance to perform for the last time.

It would've been an amazing curtain call to his phenomenal, awe-inspiring (I officially have NO words that I can use for this) career.

For now I only have reruns of his work like Bad, Heal the World, History, You are Not Alone, They Don't Care About Us, Ben, and many many others to remember him by.

And the sad realisation that there will never be another Michael Jackson in my lifetime.

Photo tribute by Trent from pinkisthenewblog.com

=(,
May

Golddigger

2009-06-26T15:15:00.003+08:00

Dear Blog,

I've mentioned this 'blogging' (if you can comprehend the very BOMBASTIC style of blogging, you read every word and you recognise every word, but at the full stop, you realise you had absolutely no idea what point she was trying to make) individual before when she was 'dating' this 'HIGH' profile blogger.

Now that she's dumped his ass (cue for all her blind fanboys to go "YAAAA HE DESERVED IT! DUMP HIM!"), she managed to land herself what-people-refer-to as a TOYBOY.

A guy younger but equally as monetarily-advantaged. Except it's actually his dad's advantage la because he's not even working.

First off, please don't insult the term 'toy boy' people. It's sacred for ladies who CAN afford to maintain one of those, and one of the prerequisite is that he is actually GOODLOOKING, hence the reference to the world 'TOY'.

You don't hear these Datins calling pimps for their 'OGRE BOYS' do you??

So yea, as per usual, the MY-life-is-better-than-all-you-haters-who-used -to-try-and-hiaw-my-bf-last-time -but-since-my-current-bf-is-a-nobody -it's-just-for-the-haters-who-hate-me-because-I'm-FABULOUS 'blogger' goes on this blogging rampage on overseas trips, shopping sprees, basically documenting every single item this boy bought for her in the name of pure, sweet love.

Wah..VELI THE EXPENSIVE BAG ORH!

HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA

PUHLEASE WOMAN.

Get off your little overworked miniature pony and try to get on one the high horses wokei?

Otherwise nobody'll be able to tell you to get off your high horse, because honestly my dear, your ride isn't even of the horse species to begin with!

First you're showing off show freebies your 'famous' bf got you from his 'appearances'. FREE PAYUNG ALSO MUST SHOW!

Now, gallivating around showing off her umpteenth purchase made by a jobless juvenile. I wonder what's there to show off about that.

LOVE? hmm...I don't see how he can appreciate the value of money without working. My experience anyway was that I was ALL too eager to spend my dad's money when I was studying. Now I still spend the same way I do, but I have an APPRECIATION of the value of it.

A new top? "Aiks, 2 hours work this one"

HK holiday? "WAAA MOFO THIS ONE NEED TO WORK A FEW MONTHS WITH O.T. FOR THIS WOI."

How can you quantify his love when he has no appreciation of what the money means? To him money is just something he plucks off his daddy's tree and once in a while gets a slap in the wrist for maxing out the credit card? Wa I feel the love.

Then she lashes out at negative commentors that the whole family LOVES HER TO PIECES and ENCOURAGE this spending, because THEY'RE BIG SPENDERS too!

Oh.I.see. That explains everything lorh. Why didn't you explain this EARLIER?

NOT.

If I was the lucky rich mother of your bf, I'd be horrified to have you as my boy's gf lo. You make NO obvious attempts to CONTROL his spending, but instead "encourages" him to spend his father's money on stupid superfluous expenses.

Aiyo, poor girl la seriously.
I think she needs a dosage of the "GET-A-LIFE" medicine.

My Poor Neglected Rant space...

2009-06-18T10:27:00.004+08:00

Thought of the day: Man I haven't been blogging in YONKS!!

Dear Blog,

Gosh, I haven't been blogging for so long it ain't even funny anymore.

CURSES Facebook!!!

Anyway, I'm really looking into micro-blogging now after seeing Xiaxue's website getting revamped and nip/tuck-ed!

I must say, it looks FABOOSH!

Love her Photo of the Day section and the Twitter bubble on the top!

But does anybody know how to set up the Twitter bubble like she has? I mean, my Twitter (which I already had before all this Hollywood hoohah and hype. Honestly it isn't THAT great. I find Facebook status updates do exactly the same thing!) is one very sad SQUARE box sitting inconspicuously on the side bar looking very UN-chio.

HAHAHA omg I'm turning into XX!

ANYHOO, I'm digressing YET AGAIN.

Has anyone heard anymore about the Andy Lau and Carol drama? I haven't heard anything after the wedding got canned!

DISGRESSING...

I just got back from a 2-week holiday back home in Kuching sweet Kuching. I even spent a good few days in Singapore with my parents and meeting up with some old friends.

Believe it or not. This is actually the first time I've been outside of the Singapore Changi airport exploring the city in like 15-20 years!! The last time I went to Singapore for a holiday I was a mere little tyke who couldn't remember a thing from that triP!

If I must say, people are probably going to tell me that I went to all the wrong places to shop bLABLABLA...., but I don't find shopping in Singapore all that great.

Especially it being the FAMED Great Singapore Sale, I found myself asking myself "This is IT?!!"

I bought like 3 pairs of shoes (none that I really LOVED LOVED LOVED but they were cute so I bought them lorh), and like 2-3 tops ONLY! Mainly bought useless cosmetics like faux lashes, and circle contact lenses, and face masks from Sasa.. (-.-)

I went all the way to Bugis under my Singaporean PR-ed friends' recommmendations, to find nothing great, only to relate this to them and them telling me I should've gone to BUGIS VILLAGE instead of BUGIS JUNCTION!! -.-

Pictures of me at Sakae Sushi in Bugis Junction:

Look at that gigantic nose. HAIH.

Me and the green tea (we get our own hot water dispenser at the table! *sakai*)

WAHH I HAVEN'T UPLOADED A PIC OF MYSELF ON THIS BLOG FOR LIKE HALF A YEAR!! WAHAHAHA

Orchard Road is one big massive hot mess.

There's construction work going all over the place, the place just feels kind of poorly planned and not very tourist-friendly (unless of course if you find staff who can help you, in which case, they are very happy to help)

But one thing I loved about Singapore, the CABS!

Honestly, I kind of agree with XX when she ranted about her bad time in KL years ago. I mean, I'm Malaysian and I'm like very the patriotic, but seriously, good KL cabbies are SOOO rare, and the good ones are mainly the ones driving to the airports to the city.

Those hovering around Midvalley and the Golden Triangle area are just horrid and scary.

Wa so yea, I was abit apprehensive when I went into a Singapore cab alone after the gathering with old friends, but it was VERY pleasant!

No awkward conversations asking if-u-hv-a-bf,HaH-don't-hv-bf-ah-you-so-beautiful-impossible-no-bf-ehhHH (seriously who are they kidding using the beautiful crap on me I HAVE A MIRROR AT HOME YOU KNOW) , no dodgy driving around in circles (maybe they did but I didn't notice -.-), no weird chanty music playing on the radio, and AIR CONDITIONING!

And it was reasonably cheap toO! It was like 5 dollars for a 10-15 min ride. Try a 10-15 min cab ride in Perth and you could be forking out 20-30 dollars. MAD.

I once went on a Perth cab (and this is with an ANGMO okay) who insisted on keeping the windows open so they'd save fuel (man Perthians are like SUPER ANAL about their fuel prices one lorh).

Nevermind he left the windows open la horh. The weather wasn't too extreme so it was still okay.

But I soon realised I was wrong, when we went into the freeway.

Lemme just set this straight.

GIANT WINDOW OPEN IN FRONT PASSENGER SEAT.

ME BEHIND THE FRONT PASSENGER SEAT.

100 FRIGGIN' KILOMETERS PER FRIGGIN' HOUR.

HIM BABBLING ON AND ON ABOUT HOW THE AUSTRALIAN TOPGEAR COULD MAKE IT BIG.

I swear I must've looked like this at some point of this journey.

But nevermind, disgressing again.

Singapore. I also love their MRTs. Very the clean it was almost hospital grade!!

And, CHILLI CRABS AND DEEP FRIED MANTOUs!!!!
We went to this Red-something restaurant place in East Coast? (a cab ride from Eunos MRT station) for chilli crabs and I LURVED it.

Singapore Chilli Crabs are my new love!

Also, plenty of metrosexual cute guys.

With their damn hot girlfriends also larh. That part I DIDN'T like. -.-

Random signoff,
May

PS: I just had my Gardasil cervical cancer vaccine shot. If you are under 26 and have a Medicare card in Australia, get your free cervical cancer vaccines before the end of this month! As long as you have your first shot by then, the other shots (at 2 and 6 months) are free as well. The pain was very tolerable (almost like a very tiny prolonged pinch), but my arm felt abit heavy after the shot for like 5 mins. The government 'neglected' to include that consultation fee will be charged and I am basically charged 70 dollars to have the 'doctor' (very dubious because she definitely didn't look like a doctor) talk to me for like 2 mins. Lucky I'll be able to claim some of it back, but still. KIAM SIAP.

SOOOo.....

2009-05-19T14:35:00.003+08:00

Dear Blog,

We have a new Malaysian Dreamgirl.

I know I went into invisible mode for the last few weeks and didn't update on the show.

That's only because, there wasn't really much that I was unhappy with to b*tch about! LOL

I mean,

All three finalists of this year's MDG competition all had something to bring into the plate.

It was to the point that I really didn't care who won the competition because any one of them would be good in SOME way. Unlike last year's MDG when all the drama about vote-buying was brought up and the LEAST model-like person of the finalists won the whole damn thing! -.-

I really liked Dawn's personality and Pinky's ferocity, but Juanita stood out as the most suitable MDG winner.

Mostly because she's so level-headed and composed and very, very practical.

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I guess you guys must've watched the episode where the girls had to take pictures with Ricardo.

No not Ricardo the hunky Latin underwear model.

Ricardo the Python.

Dawn and Pinky were screaming like Chanel had just announced a MASSIVE clearance sale and all 2.55s and Classic Flap bags are going out at 70% discount!

Juanita, winced abit in the beginning, but VERY quickly composed herself again.

They all take good pictures, but I'd go for the one who didn't make a hoo-hah about touching a BIG-ASS snake crying her make-up off (although I must say, kudos to her for finally holding it together for a great shot).

*****

So yes, congratulations Juanita!

*****

Tonight I am going for a FINE DINING experience at this Japanese restaurant called Halu with a bunch of ex-uni classmates.

I brought my new cam along so I hope I'd have some shots to put up on my blog.

Instead of putting them on Facebook instead and feeling too repetitive about talking about the same thing on my blog!

A colleague actually told me nonchalantly today:
"EVERYBODY knows what you're doing every day! Because of your Facebook!!"

But hey, isn't that the point?

It's the best thing since Twitter and it's ABSOLUTELY FREE!!

I love my Facebook like a fat kid love cake, SERIOUSLY.

Love,
May

Let's drool together shall we?

2009-05-12T18:45:00.001+08:00

Dear Blog,

There is just something about a man with a clean, CRISP shirt, a nice jawline and Adam's apple, slightly longish hair, and immaculate complexion that drives me insane.

Especially if he's Micky from DBSK.

These are a couple of recent pics of the lads on arrival to Seoul airport from Japan.

If I could have his babies I'd be the HAPPIEST bugger in the worlDDDDDddd~~~~~~

Say it with me.

*SIGHhhhhhhhhhhhhhh*...........................................

Swooning,
May

LEAVE HIS ASS GIRL!

2009-05-06T11:30:00.006+08:00

Dear Blog,

Guess what the tabloids dragged in this morning.

Wednesday May 6, 2009
Andy Lau’s girl moves out after wedding is called off

CAROL Chu, the long-time Malaysian girlfriend of Hong Kong superstar Andy Lau, has moved out of their luxury bungalow in Hong Kong after their much talked-about wedding was called off last month, Sin Chew Daily reported.

Lau, who keeps a low profile about his relationship with Chu, had reportedly arranged for her to be away for awhile following intense media coverage of the run-up to their wedding, scheduled for April, that was supposed to have been held in Kuala Lumpur.

The daily reported that the singer-actor decided to tie the knot with Chu, who had been with him for 24 years.

Chu’s family had also reportedly “pressured” Lau to marry her after his world-tour concert concluded at the end of April.

However, the wedding was called off because of the media frenzy, the daily reported. It is believed that Lau was afraid of his fans’ reaction to his marriage.

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OMG I feel like giving Mr. Andy Lau a friggin' slap in the face.

Stop pretending you are doing this in fear of losing your fan's support.

You're completely obsolete now that I don't think anybody cares, much less get upset at you if you do get married.

If anything, marrying the girl (now past middle-age woman) whom you selfishly took her youth away from for more than 2 decades would actually work in your favour.

Now you are looking like a MAJOR douche who just needs to hang on to his final 2 minutes of fame.

There've been reports that Carol Chu actually forced him into agreeing to the marriage by faking a pregnancy.

BUT COME ON, at 40+ years old and being in the shadows of one of the HK Heavenly Kings for 20+ odd years, I think she deserves to give that bugger a little motivation to pick up a friggin' pen and just SIGNING the blardy registration of marriage papers.

What a douche.

ANDY LAU IS A MAJOR DOUCHE-BAG.

Now he's calling the wedding off because of the intense media frenzy blablabla. What a load of excuses.

Yea sure, I understand his apprehension about possibly losing fan's support when he DOES tie the knot, but man, he's been in the industry for GOD KNOWS HOW LONG, even when I was still an egg in my mother's ovaries.

I would think he would have SOME kind of savings/ investment account over the 20+ years, I gather?!

Even if he disappears into obscurity after marrying the girl (WHICH I HIGHLY DOUBT because I think everybody is actually secretly rooting for this poor woman, or at least, I am), he'd SURELY have enough money to indulge in for the rest of his lifetime?

Maybe even SEVERAL lifetimes?

I really feel for the woman because in all the pictures I've seen of her (not many out there on cyberspace), she actually looks quite atrocious. (no offense la)

Limp hair, devoid of any make-up, no trace of ANY work done on her face (I would assume she could've easily gotten some plastic surgery done with Andy's money, you know, to keep up with HIS la. He has been looking exactly the same for the past 20 years. Even Tom Cruise isn't that geng! ), sullen expression, and pale and dull complexion.

Case in point:

Vintage yummy Tom Cruise

Current Old, Pruny, Shrivelly Tom Cruise with a penchant to jump on Oprah's couch unannounced.

Vintage Andy Lau

Current ~~Vintage~~ ~~current~~ ~~vintage~~ ~~CURRENT~~ ~~Current~~ ~~VINTAGE~~ Andy Lau

URGHHhh..

Just get married already fellas, or just dump his ass woman!

ROAR,
May

You know what..

2009-05-05T16:47:00.002+08:00

Dear Blog,

You know what this blog needs?

More cam-whoring pictures of myself!!!
I don't think I've uploaded any PERSONAL pictures since the NEW YEAR!!

OMG...

And the calendar hanging over my cubicle is still at December 2008.

DECEMBER.

How in the world did I turn into the World's Biggest Procrastinator??

Sigh,
May

MDG 2 Episode 14

2009-04-27T23:44:00.003+08:00

Dear Blog,

I know I may not be a professional blogger.

I'm just a girl who enjoys writing to her heart's content.

I may not be the politically correct, mainstream blogger out there who needs to hu lam pa every other big shot blogger in cyberspace.

I'm just me.

I found out last year, my niche.

I have a gift of insulting and critising people.

Like Mother Theresa with the gift to heal faltering faiths.

Like Rain with the gift of gyrating and thrusting his hips in sync with music, making normal hot-blooded girls very bothered.

Like Anwar with the gift of sodomy.

Like me to be the the Al-Jazeera equivalent of wannabe-bloggers.

Let most of the other people be the politically-correct CNN or the BBC or the Star.

Some of us are happy to be Al-Jazeera and saying whatever hell we want, the way we see it, even if the people behind CNN and BBC probably feel exactly the same way.

Serious issues aside, I want to win the mini laptop~!!!!

Otherwise the makeover with Shawn Cutler would've been a fine prize, until I saw what they did to Dawn recently, so I'm not too sure now.

Moving along....

In episode 14 the girls were put through the Red Bull challenge with previous MDG contestant, Jay.

Wow, can't believe it's been a year since her MDG days and she's talking like a well-seasoned model, like a Chinese Roast pork slathered in salt, five spice, and garlic marinated in the frige for 3 days.

The girls had to pose in high-energy poses depending on what they were assigned to (Body Combat, Trampoline, and Yoga). Because the whole high-energy theme fits well with the Red Bull theme marh right?

The highlight of the shoot was Pinky.. ~~actually, I'm not too sure what she's actually doing at that part~~ ... POSING for the camera in high-energy poses.

LOLS!!!

She looks like a praying mantis here!!

I'll talk about the results of the shoot later and reveal who won the challenge.

AIYAK, actually I'll be talking about the winners going to claim their Wella ~~hair treatment~~ brand-whoring ~~prizes~~ job just about now, so I'll tell you first la okay?

Ming won the challenge but she brought *unsuprisingly* Dawn and Pinky to go brand-whoring together!

After the challenge, Natasha was put on camera basically mumbling her way face-down throughtout what-mustve-been an eternity.

It sounded like she was confessing that she ACTUALLY had a phone in the house, which she or THEY (don't even know who) bought from the ROTI man outside. She had used the handphone to call and sms her beloved ex-bf to clear up some miscommunication they had during the Mist fashion show.

So yea, this is Natasha, looking all disappointed when she was shown confessing to her mum about it.

Funnily enough, no action was taken against her by the MDG crew?

I mean, it's like INDONESIA in the MDG2 house this season!

Everybody just flouts the rules of the competition selamba semacam saje.
-.-

So anyhoo, the remaining girls then went to their hair treatment session at Wella.

I think Ming looks absolutely FABULOUS with straight silky hair.

It adds height to her frame to be honest!

I'm sorry Dawn, nothing can save the monstrosity that is your haircut.

Results of the RedBull Challenge photoshoot:

Dawn giving us another ballerina-esque pose.

I'm just not agreeing with the clothes she has on. Too CASuAL like she's going down to the market!!

"AlrigHT deAR, LeT Me just GraCeFUlly Jump Over HeRE and GraB the MarKEt BaskETttt~~"

Juanita was up next.

YAWN.

The reason she has two photos is because she and Ming were tied for the win, so both girls had to redo their shots for the tie-breaker.

YAWNnnnn........

Ming the winner of the challenge, and you'll see why:

While the other girls were giving very glazed-over eyes like the infamous glazed Krispy Kreme doughnuts and not much intensity in their expressions, Ming managed to completely the whole high-energy look with just a stare.

I mean, cmon, surely you guys feel like reaching out to your purses now and giving her some protection money, don't you?! LOL

Her second tie-breaker photo wasn't that great, because everything generally looks out of place and defying gravity.

Her hair, her boobs, the whole picture is generally a blur blob.

BUT Jay said Ming wins the challenge because she adapted to the new trampoline very, very quickly, unlike Juanita who needed abit more time to give out good poses.

Natasha, because she was not feeling well, got the Yoga pose one which SHOULD be easiER as she wouldn't need to jump around and kick around as much.
But she chose to look like Mahatma Gandhi instead.

YAWN TO THE MAX but I am not the least bit suprised, as I've gotten NOTHING from her for most of the competition.

Our praying mantis fighter from earlier in the entry, Pinky was next:
Facial expression is okay but the whole body and pose is just WRONG.

This one, you'll probably feel like giggling for abit, reaching out for the knuckle-dusters in your pocket, giving her a fat lip and asking HER for protection money instead. LOL

End,
May

MDG 2 Episode 13

2009-04-22T23:41:00.000+08:00

Dear Blog,

Moving on to Episode 13 of MDG2...

The epic cat-fight between Juanita and *suprise*SUPRISE!* Natasha.

So this is how the shiznit' went down yo'..Hear me out a'ight~!

On one fine day in the MDG2 house, Natasha chatted to Juanita about her recent admission to hospital and how results came back negative.

Naturally, some of the girls were 'beh-song' larh because she gets to leave the confines of the MDG2 house, meet her family members, and get RECHARGED in that whole time.

But nooo. Natasha wants to make it a POINT that she, in NO WAY, SHAPE, or FORM, enjoyed herself during this departure from the house. She only met her family ONCE during the whole time in the hospital okayyyyyy!!!

Oi. You're in a competition la, please deal with the competition okay?

I FULLY understand if the girls talked about her behind her back, because come on, the test results came back completely negative. People are BOUND to ask themselves "So what was the HOO-HAH about crying over a headache?"

Humans are humans la Natasha.

So yea, Juanita made the biggest boo-boo by giving names (Ming) as one of the girls who brought up that Natasha was EXAGGERATING her pain or had paid the hospital to get out of the MDG2 house.

Then ALL hell broke loose.

The other housemates were brought in and interrogated like in some top-secret KGB mission, and asked SPeCIFICALLY who said all the bad stuff about Natasha (which in the first place, isn't even that bad la Natasha comeon. Sorry you got a headache, but losing your shiznits over girls bitching about you behind your back is just lame. Girls bitch about each other most of the time! It's not a new scientific discovery Natasha.)

So the finger went to Ming, to Denezia, to Farah, to Pinky , ~~to Farah~~, to Denezia, to the nasi campur makcik down-the-road, and finally to Juanita.

Later, Ming, Dawn and Pinky confronted Natasha on the down-low and told her Juanita was nice to her in person, but behind her, Juanita was the one who said Natasha was exagerating her pain.

Then, the gates of hell opened.

Natasha called Juanita out for a serious catfight session, as per below.

Natasha kept pushing Juanita in the corner with the "oh, so in front of me you are like an angel la horh, but etchually you talk abow me behind my back!" angle.

And I honestly felt sorry for Juanita, because come on, even I wouldn't be able to remember so clearly who said what about who. But it's her fault for starting the whole issue by giving names in the first place.

And Pinky was losing her shiznit in the conversation and started raising her voice, repeating OVER and OVER again in broken English that Juanita backed Natasha up in front of her, but didn't do so behind her.

Natasha even went with the "you want me to have a head full of TUMORSSS iSIT!!?!!" while flailing her arms like only a drama queen can.

Shasya , the ever-neutral one in the house couldn't take the verbal assault and tried to back Juanita up but to no avail larh.

Finally Juanita lost it when Natasha tried to act all cool with the "you are just a TWO-FACE with a STONE COLD HEART!!" (with dramatic head movements and accentuations included) statement.

I mean, who USES the term STONE-COLD anymore?!! It just conjures up too many memories of watching sweaty men grunting and hitting each other with foldable chairs.

Juanita snapped back with such FEROCITY, even our strong little Natasha here had to clam up.

Apparently, our sweet Natasha has a secret peeps...

You go girl!! Show that symphatize-me-because-i-have-a-headache MJ-lookalike how a REAL catfight happens.

End of drama.

The girls then went for their go-sees to experience a day in a life of a model.

Andrew with the girls. YAWN.

Then, it was elimination time again!

First to go, Shasya.

I mean, she's a nice girl and all, but her photos seriously didn't pop as much as the other girls!

Better luck next time Shasya!

And Denezia was FinALLY eliminated.

I think she was the weakest contender in the whole competition.

I really like her personality and her on-camera presence, but other than that, her photos have been MEH and BLAH.

Dawn, Ming, and Pinky went nuts when Denezia was eliminated.

They must've been REALLY good friends in the MDG2 house..

Like REALLY REALLLLYYY good friends...

So that's that, 2 down, 5 to go!

My favourite to win currently, Juanita.

Only because I hate Dawn's haircut. LOL

May

LOL of the day!

2009-04-22T08:38:00.006+08:00

Dear Blog,

So yeah, everybody knows who Suri Cruise is eh?

The 'supposed' offspring produced by the 'said' merging of Tom Cruise's sperm and Katie Holmes' egg incubated in her womb for 9 months.

I must say, Suri scares me a little.

Is it biologically possible to have a baby SOOOO cute and pretty??

Being the first biological offspring for Tom Cruise, who was dogged with gay rumours and WORSE, STERILITY rumours throughout his 10-year marriage to Nicole Kidman, you can bet she's one pampered baby.

Some time ago, her parents closed down Disneyland JUST so Cinderella and Snow White can give her their undivided attention. And it wasn't even her birthday yet THEN!!

Wow.. leave it to them to spoil a kid.

This year's birthday celebrations? With the recession and all?

Maybe a LITTLE lower key.

Suri Cruise Celebrates Her 3rd Year Of Life On A Trampoline
What goes up, must be a come down
April 21st, 2009

Suri Holmes-Cruise, the little person who celebrated her 3rd birthday last week, had herself a very low-key party at her parents SoCal manse with just a few friends and family in attendance. She also got a trampoline to jump around on. Yeah, and that was pretty much it:

Nope. No famous celebrity baby friends, no carousels or riding ponies …. nothing at all to distinguish her birthday fête from that of any normal, human 3 year old child. To be honest, it’s refreshing to see that the Cruise clan doesn’t need to spend lots of money (or any money, for that matter) in celebration of their little robot-girl’s third year of existence … tho, I’m not entirely sure that Suri felt the same. As you may recall, Suri was treated like a little princess (literally) on a recent visit to Disney World in Florida … and that was for no special occasion at all. I bet the little miss was expecting something more extravagant for her actual birthday party. Well, if Suri wants to live like a real live girl she’s gonna hafta get used to things like this … and besides, trampolines can be fun! Even for robots.

[Photo credit: Bauer-Griffin]

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HAHAHAHHAHAHAHA !!!

"What the EFF is this?"

Trent just cracks me up man, seriously.

LOL

May

MDG2 Episode 12 Wella Photoshoot

2009-04-21T02:39:00.000+08:00

Dear Blog,

Episode 12 of MDG2 was a very sad episode for me.

The girls were whisked off to their Wella Photoshoot where they get to flaunt, presumably, their hair.

Somehow, the people at Shawn Cutler thought it might've been a good idea to FURTHER chop off Dawn's hair from its ALREADY short condition.

Result?

I hate it.

She looks like she's wearing a wig, the hair does NOTHING for her face, her forehead looks as massive as the potong bawang girl from the closed auditions, and what's with the JAGGED fringe?!!

POOR DAWN.

Her expression in the photo is also one of "OMG WHAT DID THEY DO TO MY HAIR?!! IMMA KILL THEM....."

Boo for this picture.

Rating: 3/10

Next up, Juanita.

Not bad, but again this is nothing spectacular for me.

Same old boney posture and jutting-out collar bones. YAWN.

It's something that I know Juanita can give all the time, so I hope for the next shoot she'll try to give us something different?

Her facial angle makes her look abit horse-y to me to be honest.

Rating: 8.5/10

Poor Ming.

I mean, she ALREADY has such TINY eyes, why'd they go and line her eyes about 1cm thick??

Isn't it common sense that if u line the whole eye you'll make the eye appear smaller than it already is??

I noticed Pinky also had her eyes lined (maybe not so dramatically), but in her chosen shoot photo, she wasn't facing the camera directly.

Ming honestly looked like she may be one of the Incredibles.

Or maybe the skinny version of the villain.

Rating: 3/10

Next up, our favourite lifeless lump of clay, Natasha.

From the video, I couldn't help noticing that she had a SERIOUSLY banging body.
Like WOW.

Her face, not so much. I still think she looks abit like Michael Jackson.

In this photoshoot I think she did quite well. I mean, half her face is covered by the hair anyway isn't it?

She does 'statuesque' quite well because she's always been labelled as the LIFELESS one in the competition, so I guess standing there devoid of any expression must be a BREEZE for her. =P

Rating: 8/10

And lastly Pinky's turn.

Again, Pinky completely exceeded my expectations and delivered BIG time.

I like this photo. The hair style is looking FABULOUS!
I've been thinking of chopping my hair off or at LEAST shaving the sides of my head to give myself a mohawk. This would be a photo I would bring to the hairdresser and say "Make me look like THAT."

This is probably my favourite photo of the lot.

Very intense expression unlike Juanita's and Natasha's photos which was like trying to watch kai lan grow.

Rating: 9/10

At the end of the day, all I'm looking for in the photos is whether I feel like going up to the nearest Wella hair studio (if they have any) when I look at the photos.

Whether I have been sufficiently engaged by the photo to potentially be a loyal Wella consumer and to recommend it to all my friends. Wodehhh...

Safe to say, Dawn's and Ming's photos won't cut it for me.

Sooo, my top three for the Wella Photoshoot would be: Juanita, Natasha, and Pinky.

I'm on a roll,
May

MDG2 Episode 11 Bella Photoshoot

2009-04-19T23:32:00.005+08:00

Dear Blog,

I know this MDG2 update is SEVERELY overdue.

Blame it on my heavenly trip to Krabi 2 weeks ago!

Rest assured, my non-existent readers, I'd have a THOROUGH coverage of Malaysian Dreamgirls Season 2 following up now that I have all the free time doing nothing! =D

If I can say something, Krabi was absolutely, positively wonderful!! Will blog about it when I get time. It was nearly impossible to find good travel tips for Krabi when I was researching it before I left, but now I feel like sharing my new-found tips to all who would listen lorh. So patience...

Nothing very interesting happened in Episode 11 or was it 12 or was it 13 (I've completely lost track of which screenshots were from what episode), but the girls had their Bella photoshoot at the Royal Selangor HQ.

In this photoshoot, the girls were required to pose for a lifestyle-mag vibe, slightly different from what they've been dishing out ('high' fashion stuff) before this.

In layman's terms, it just means, they can stop looking so garang and bring on the laughing, care-free expressions.

First up, Dawn.

Not bad, considering she is probably standing (I think she is, judging from the videos) in the 32-degree tropical sun leaning against, what I'm positive is, a VERY hot giant pewter mug.

For her to be able to STILL crack a smile and have somewhat of a decent pose, is very commendable indeed.

She just makes it look so EASY!

I think her face angle could be improved a little more, there's something about it that makes it look abit unnatural and pose-y.

Rating: 7.5/10

Next up, Denezia.

Okay, to spoil it for some of you (actually I think everybody's probably more updated than I am in the MDG department), Elaine actually said in the following episode that this photo of Denezia is the BEST she's seen.

You be the judge.

You know what, this is a fresh change for Denezia, away from the POUTY, garang, too-try-hard poses she's had previously in the competition.

Yea, I get it. She's laughing.

But other than that, I'm not too sure what she's trying to sell in this picture, except obviously herself (in a GOOD way la ok).

This is suppose to be a Royal Selangor jewellery collection photoshoot, but correct me if I'm wrong here, WHERE's the jewellery on Denezia??

All I see is a WAY zoomed-in shot of her laughing (looking very unnatural), and nothing else, not even much of the background behind her.

Denezia herself doesn't look bad in this picture, but I don't get the point of the shot.

Rating: 5/10

Juanita, the serious contender, was up next.

Honestly, this photo looked like it came out of a Vogue magazine.

I love it. FULL STOP.

Rating: 9.5/10

Next up, Ming the China doll.

I don't really like the picture, mainly because the reflection on the window is like completely zho teng-ing her face, and her face is like not even focussed properly!

Yea, I get it. It's supposed to be reflection of the window so her face will not be focussed on.
Maybe it's an artsy-fartsy thing a logical engineer would NEVER understand.

Like Denezia's pic, I can't see what she's trying to sell.

Maybe she's trying to sell the glass display case.

Rating: 6/10

Next up, Natasha.

Posture is looking very unnatural.

I just don't like the picture.

Would you sit like THAT when you're trying to portray a lifestyle shot?

She could've made it a little more feminine, instead of looking like the ah pek waiting for his kopi-o at the kopi shop, while playing Chinese chess with his OTHER ah-pek friend.

Rating: 5.5/10

Pinky was up next.

You know what, as much as I really cringe when I hear her speak, I think she really has a good chance at this.

She's also another one that suprises me with her pictures most of the time.

It's like you'd never expect that coming from a girl who speaks English like she does.

But then again, this isn't a IELTS competition.

Very simple but I like it.

This is also another picture that looked like it came out of a magazine.

But where's the jewellery?!

Rating: 8.5/10

Shasya, the underdog, was next.

Her pose is abit rigid, she looks like someone had SPECIFICALLY instructed her on her limb placements and she just followed through to the end.

Her hips are accentuated to the max here, which isn't a good thing as she's kind of heavy at the bottom!

Her wardrobe is abit too Sunday-afternoon-at-the-wet-market, but I can live with it.

Again, as per other weeks, not too bad but nothing too spectacular either.

Rating: 6.8/10

My personal favourites from this shoot would be: Dawn, Juanita, and Pinky

Alright next episodes coming up!

Breezing though,
May

Get me my needle!!

2009-04-17T16:44:00.004+08:00

Dear Blog,

Before I resume my EXTREMELY overdue MDG2 coverage (aiya tell you guys first you are not missing out on alot, I can summarise 2 weeks' episodes in a couple of words for each girl; Natasha Cat-Fighter with a secret, Juanita Cool as a Cucumber, Ming Dawn and Denezia BORING, Pinky Broken English Catfight.), I will interrupt the 'usual' program by stating that:

I truly hate PMS with a vengeance.

I am a very logical person.

I believe in Darwin's Evolution Theory although being told off MANY a-times that it was somewhat against my Christian faith. I believe our datuks neneks were amoebas.

I THINK I've seen paranormal beings and think I heard them, but I always brush it off, one of which as, "Oh, that was just an empty plastic bag flying across the dead-quiet road."

Everytime people approach me for advice or just for me to listen to their problems, I tend to speak for both parties. Usually, it ends with "So actually both of you are in the wrong."

I liked Physics in highschool so I must be logical.

I studied 5 friggin' years of foundation uni and uni to graduate as a civil engineer and to ditch my lifelong passion of opening; a) a gift shop , b) a night club, and c) a hospital.

To work as a civil engineer crunching numbers and models on the computer.

Very the logical right??

Then why, once a month, I'm CONVINCED:

1) The BF is going to dump me for some UGLY-ASS woman.

2) My face has broken out into clusters of unsightly pimples, blackheads, whiteheads, milias, wrinkles, pigmentation, moles, facial hair although last week they didn't seem like that big of a deal.

3) Speaking of facial hair, they seem to grow at an ALARMING rate too. I tweezed my eyebrows the other day, and 2 days later I saw REGROWTH already!!!!! I must be getting too much testoterone and is slowly biologically turning into a man!

4) I feel soooooo FAT, the sight of food makes me sick, but oddly I don't stop eating (which would work better for the ever-expanding waistline actually).

Instead, I eat even more till I feel like my double chin has blown itself up overnight and I have trouble breathing from the sheer gigantity of the double chin.
I felt like I was wearing a baby lifesaver fitted snugly around my neck to be honest.

This oddly reminds me of the phenomenon of the Phantom Limbs, when patients who had lost their limbs could STILL feel their limbs although it was amputated.

This must be the Phantom OVERSIZED Double Chin.

5) I FEEL SO UGLY AND WORTHLESS!!!!!!!!

WHYY Lord, why?!??

The dreadedth PMSeth hath arriveth!

I broke into tears in the office toilet yesterday.

My room is a disaster (BF even officially announced last night after he had tried looking for my sponge hair curler by putting his hand between the wall and the side of the mattress, which, as you may know, collects dust and food crumbs and hair and any debris that fell off the bed, that we need to make it Operation Clean Our Rooms TOMORROW.)

I am unkempt and gross-looking that I wished I was actually pregnant so that all this ugly can be blamed on the damn baby.

All for WHAT???

In preparation for a SINGLE cell to split from one of my lucky ovaries and make it's very comfortable and cushy journey down the Fallopian tube (I can imagine it bouncing happily in there now), before arriving in the uterus expecting a ~~concert~~ uterus-hall of enthusiastic sperms waiting to merge with it and make BEAUTIFUL life.

Only, when it gets to the hall of the uterus, it will be very sadly DISMAYED as the hall will be EMPTY.

Even the hall's walls have been padded up in preparation for the LET'SMAKEBEAUTIFULLIFE party, but alas, no party.

Then padding of the hall will collapse, ready for another POTENTIAL party next month, bringing the egg with it.

Ending up on a very unglamorous sanitary pad.

Why can't I just tell my body when I want to conceive (IF IT HAPPENS EVENTUALLY) to bring on the egg when I want it?

What's the deal with having it come out every single month for 30 years (that's potentially 360 wailing babies who will most likely get knocked up or knock someone up by 16) when it's only needed for like TWO of them?

Alas, the mysteries of the human body.

I swear I was born a man in a woman's body.

Imma ask for an exchange or a heaven credit when I'm done with this one.

PMS-y love,
May

Very brief MDG2 Episode 9 and 10

2009-04-01T13:47:00.010+08:00

Dear Blog,

I didn't really have much material from MDG2's episodes 9 and 10 except the same boring ol' sponsors and adverts (can you believe they sent PINKY to a Marie France Bodyline session?!!? What fat left does she need to lose?! I can only imagine from her brain? Or maybe from that slightly puffy left eyelid?!) -.-

So yea, THIS week the girls were put through a Pavilion photoshoot with some designs from Lim Kok Wing and under the guidance of our ever-favourite judge, Judge Jimmy.

If I gotta put in my two cents, it's really good that Jimmy is seriously a HANDS-ON judge. All the poses that the girls do, he fixes up to the minor minor instructions of adjustments and along with demonstrations (which tickles me abit actually watching him).

BUT, there's a very thin line from being helpful to feeding the 'models'' with a giant spoon.

Case in point: Cindy back in the haydays of MDG1, proclaiming to the world she COULD model when Jimmy had to give her minute instructions up to the degree of slant of her head and position of her second toe

But her photo STILL came out crap compared to the other girls!

His advice would work BRILLIANTLY for an ok-ok model, but if you had to JudgeJimmi-fy a 5 feet 7 inches tall lump of clay for a photoshoot, you'll get just that, a 5 feet 7 inches tall lump of clay.

So yes, moving on to the photoshoot results!!

Darn it, why does Dawn's photo have to be the first one?!

I have so much to rave about this photo and this is my favourite photo of the shoot, so from here on end, you'll be listening to a bucketload of evils peeps!

Your bad luck.

Anyhoo, I seriously love this photo. Her expression doesn't really change throughout the 5 poses, but she makes up for it with her angles and the variations of poses of her body.

Even the minor details like her fingers and feet are nicely presented and softens the edgy look of the costume. Her hands are posed like Barbie's hand somewhat (I know this is random, but that's just what her hands remind me of).

Spooky keychain.

Okay, enough of sounding like a complete lunatic, I dig the photo. =)

Then we move on to Denezia's photo:

..........

I am beginning to give up any hope of watching this girl give a good photo.

She is really likable on camera , but other than that, lump of clay.

Her bulbous nose (I know this is going to bite me on the bum because I have the most bulbousest nose in the Southern Hemisphere, who am I to judge right? But then again, I'm not trying to be a professional model =P) seems to GLOW like Rudolph and what shade of LIPSTICK is she wearing??

Bad points aside, she poses her body quite well. It's the face that's killing me.

The pout just ACCENTUATES her flat nose and she looks like me taking a long Sunday nap drooling all over my pillow and waking up 3 hours later with a headache and a crusty head of hair from all that dried-up drool. -.-

Please stop torturing us with the same old pout Denezia. PLEASE.

Then, the MOST BEAUTIFUL-FACED conTestant in MDG history EVER.

RIGHT.

I think Farah's beauty is super over-rated larh.

STUNNING BEAUTIFUL FACE?!!

I see a girl with a sharp and relatively high-bridged nose, but chubby jaw, and chubby hips.

And those drooping eyes. -.-

BEAUTIFUL??!!

She doesn't look half bad, but I would HARDLY rave about it on every blog post in cyberspace.

As for her photoshoot, she's doing that CHIN WUD-UP thing again, which annoys me to bits.

And what's with the left leg being placed awkwardly like that? It looks like it could have possibly been photoshopped in.

At least her costume's nice, and the shoes are quite cute.

BLAH.

Pretty face on a lump of clay?

STILL a lump of clay.

Then Juanita, who has been quite a strong contender in the MDG2 competition thus far, except for the OFF colour she's been giving in the last 2 photos. (I thought I might have been imagining her grey tone, but Juanita had a phone conversation where she said the MSG make up crew are having trouble finding a foundation that suited her!).

I'm sorry but I DO NOT like this photo.

Someone must've told her in the makeup room that her upper body (collar bone area and shoulders) looks good, to which she then ONLY poses in poses that would accentuate this area.

But to have FIVE Juanita's SIDEbySIDE, ALL WITH THE COLLAR BONES JUTTING OUT, does not make (GOOD-previous-JUANITA -photos-WITH-collar-BONES x 5).

Her lipstick is glowing like Denezia's again.

Her legs look HUMUNGOUS somemore.

Kesian.

Then, to Ming the China doll.

I think the problem with her photo is that her costume was a long sleeved one, making anything from below her neck to her knees PITCH-black like nobody's business.

Her arms, usually working in her favour because she likes to pose with her arms alot, are sadly completely hidden from view, hence making this photo look BLAND.

Her facial expressions don't really change much, but how many variations of a serious face can you give anyway?

Next up, Natasha.

LUMP OF TANAH LIAT.

FULL STOP.

Then, Pinky's photo.

I like the flowy skirt thingy, and her poses are reasonably good.

Nothing much to shout about but nothing much to complain larh.

Finally, Shasya's Pavillion photo:

I quite like her dress and her assessories (the choker ~ Niceee) , and her poses are reasonably good, like Pinky.

But this is the same expression she's been giving us since the start of the competition!

Lucky for her, this time her STONED SERIOUS look actually worked in her favour for this shoot.

My Top 3 for this shoot, Dawn, Pinky and Shasya.

~~So that concludes this part of the MDG2 Episode 9 and 10 review.~~

WAIT! I forgot to mention Liana was eliminated before the girls went for their photoshoot, hence the reason she didn't appear in this entry.

She gave such horrible pictures anyway (if I have to see another 'sexy because sex sells' pose again, I would've seriously gone mad) , I will only miss the drama she brought into the MDG2 bungalow to be honest.

Now that Liana the Batu Api is no longer in the competition, hopefully there'd still be something interesting to watch in the next set of MSG2 episodes.

Till next time,
May

MDG entry??

2009-03-30T11:17:00.003+08:00

Dear Blog,

Truth be told, I am getting lazy.

I find myself repeating myself over and over again with my MDG blogs, just about how I am annoyed with the OTT marketing and advertising the show forces us to watch.

Most of you would've probably noticed by now that my entries are borderline comatose SLASH in a vegetative state.

Why can't I get more free time to blog??

I have to sneak blogging into my ALREADY tight schedule of things to do after work and before my very early bedtime (10.50pm).

And my impending Krabi Trip in a week (7th APRIL!!!) just leaves me with ZERO motivation to do anything besides pack my bag with my three bikinis (YESS I BOUGHT ANOTHER FRIGGIN' BIKINI [A MONOKINI to be exact]) and my new camera that I'm DYING to test out in a vacation environment.

So yeah, to put me in a lighter mood, I'll discuss my first overseas vacation with my bestest mate Fiona. We will be flying to Krabi from Perth via KL on the 7th, spending the first night in KL's Tune Hotel at LCCT. You can bet there'll be a REVIEW entry on the hotel to see if MDG has been screwing with us with the ads.

The plan is to spend the day shopping our way to oblivion in KL. I have already a small list of things I might look into getting in KL, including, a new pair of Levi's jeans (I've been vying for a new pair of those Levi's Ladies' Style jeans, ESPECIALLY with the chio Swarovskis larh (my existing one hasn't lost even ONEEEEE piece of crystal! Amazing considering they're on the back pockets and I am not exactly the lightest girl in the village.).

Then there's contact lenses / a new pair of glasses and also to fix my old daggy home specs (I wear them because they're light and my 'dress' specs are super heavy and hurt my ears after extended periods of use).

Then there's the PROBABLE indulgent purchase. I STILL need a big bag to carry all my shit in, and am looking into MAYBE buying a Balenciaga Part Time bag in giant gold hardware in KL. But maybe I'll buy this on the transit BACK from Krabi.

Then at night, a luxurious buffet dinner at Jogoya KL with some high school friends for a small reunion. Anybody have any recommendations/ complaints about this place I should know about??

The next afternoon we are then flying off to Krabi for 2 nights at the Aree Tara Resort (2000 bahts/night) for budget accommodations before closing our trip with the last 2 nights at the Krabi Resort in their Luxury Villa (oohh la laaaa......)

Planned activities:

Island hopping at Hong Island/ Paradise Island, Koh Phi Phi, blablabla whatever nice beach I can get to.
Kayakking
Elephant rides (I'm still iffy about this because I am sucha hypocrite that way. I hate to see animals getting exploited / tortured/ hurt, but I still love my steak like a mofo.)
Emerald Lake (apparently the view here is amazinggg)
A tattoo. (kekekeke just kidding!! BF (long story for another entry) specifically refrained me from doing ANYTHING "with pain and needles involved" because he fears I might get AIDS from contaminated needles or something -.-.
Eating a full 5-6 course Thai dinner with the BESTBESTBEST seafood we can find. (apparently it costs about 1500 bahts for a really, REALLY good dinner for a group of EIGHT. I think even if the two of us COULD finish a dinner for eight, it would only come up to about 40 AUD per person!!!!!!)
PAD THAI EVERY FRIGGIN' DAY!!!!!!
Thai Mango SALAD@!!>>!!!!!!
Eyeing the cute single heterosexual no-STDs Korean hunk who speaks FLUENT English with an American accent and lying on the beach half-naked and exposing his rippling six packs @_@
Thai Cooking classes (because I am silai that way).
At least 5-7 hours of 1hour full body massages throughout the 4 days we're there (I heard it its about 250-300 bahts for an hours' session)

So the objective of the trip would generally be, FREE and EASYYY.

8 more days and countingggg....

KRABI HERE I COME!!!

May

Malaysian Dreamgirl 2 Episode 8

2009-03-24T21:59:00.002+08:00

Dear Blog,

I should get this entry for Episode 8 out of the way before the new set of episodes get uploaded on the site!!

After the dreadful eliminations, the girls were then whisked away to their photoshoot immediately.

Wacoal photoshoot somemore.
So you know what that means *nudge*nudge*....

LINGERIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

In the make-up bay

I DO seriously hope this photo turned out okay, because looking at it from this angle, it looks quite ridiculous! LOL

I LOVE DAWN. DAWN FOR THE WIN!!!!!

After the photoshoot, the issue of the Hungry Ghost in the MDG2 Bungalow arose.

Someone, or more likely, some GIRLS, are stealing other people's food from the fridge, which I find quite funny.

Don't they get money for their own food?

Even more funny is that nobody seems to know exactly who stole it, but instead goes around blaming anybody who is seen within 2 metres of the refridgerator door!

But from what I gathered from the MDG Blog (you guys MUST check the blogs out because they feature entries from the MDG2 girls themselves!!! Seriously Drama Central!), Juanita has been seen with somebody's yoghurt but Natasha was said to have suspected Ming and Dawn for her missing chocolate bar.

Frustration is evident in Natasha's expression when she found her chocolate bar in the fridge, GONE.......

Aiya what's the big deal!

If you are worried so much about other people stealing your food, just take it out of the fridge and keep it in your room larh!

Problem solved.

But I guess it's a big problem when they are bingers in the house who steal people's food, then PUKES in the bathroom to purge the calories, denying other girls who are TRULY hungry their food~

Hey, I get seriously possessed when I'm deprived of food too.

One guy friend once said, "If May is cranky or in a foul mood, please approach the nearest cafe and get her a can of Coke."

Sadly, it really DOES work. -.-

Pinky and Dawn discussing about the Hungry MDG2 Ghost.

Then the MDG crew managed to convince Natasha and Ming to confront each other and a serious bitch fight ensued.

Well, actually not as serious as I would've liked.

There wasn't anything more than the obligatory catfight eye rolls and crossed arms.

Catfight Broken Rule 1:
Ming's position, located at a lower level than Natasha's, is not a strong position to be in a catfight.

Ming is having to constantly look up to Natasha to converse, while Natasha can easily give the demeaning eye rolls from where she is sitting.

It's no wonder Ming started fumbling and making no sense (sorry girl!) and not answering the queries on hand.

It's like the animal kingdom you know, you need to make yourself look as mo-foing threatening as possible when in a confrontation with another animal!

But then again, they are placed in a seriously awkward corner of the room, as opposed to a normal TABLE or COUCH like normal humans do.

So no suprises there.

Ming - 0, Natasha -1

Then Liana made calls to her bf and mum, to which the stupid mum (wasn't she aware that it was recorded?!!) asked Liana about the handphone she had smuggled into the house. To which Liana replied, the phone had already been "kantoi"-ed.

And they started LAUGHING.

Lucu ke?

bitch.

Who wouldn't make fun of Liana's Escada video?

CUNNING LIKE A FOX???

And what's with the OOoohhhh Aahhhhh Look-at-vixen-sex-kitten-me vibe??

cis. benci to the max.

Back to the Ming-Natasha Cat fight:

Ming-0, Natasha- 35,467

Then annoying brand-whoring of this beauty specialist place (I didn't even bother to catch the name, YAWNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN)

YAKYAKYAKYAKYAKYAKYAKYAK..

Farah had the luck of getting the 'special' Hair Removal process done for her.

But the process was only applied to 1/8th of her ARM!

It's like they want to advertise the hair removal procedure but don't even have the brains to at least PRETEND to do a full body thing larh (EVEN if it was just ONE arm it would still wouldn't look so ridiculous)

Then the next MDG2 bombshell...

Juanita was heard bitching about the Denezia, Ming, and Pinky gang to her brother on the phone conversation.

She exposed that Liana is actually the nice angel in the house and that DMP (for Denezia, Ming and Pinky) used her and back stabbed her.

And she also said that there was a catfight of EPIC proportions between her and Denezia when she confronted her about D calling J a psycho.

Chairs were thrown across the room yo!

That's serious reality TV shit that SHOULD be shown!!!!

Instead of those REHEARSED endorsements from people who can't even act properly -.-

Then Dawn had her phone call with her bf.

Nothing to shout about, but everyone seems to be generally suprised that Acha got eliminated.

I seriously thought she was a serious contender in the competition, but why did she have to leave so EARLY!!!

To add insult to injury, the oligatory HP-whoring session at the end of the episode was starred by none other than, Miss Eliminated Acha herself!

Then, their Wacoal photoshoot results!!!!

Dawn's body looked beaUTIFUL here, but the expression is borderline deer-in-headlights for me.

Still looks very good though.

I'm sorry I'm biased cause I want her to win ma LOL

Denezia, I'm not getting the hair (the 7-year-old fringe) with the sexy lingerie and fishnet stockings!

Nothing too impressive, but it isn't terribly ugly either!

With a hot body, you can get away with murder even I tell you!!

Farah.

SAME old shit.

Juanita, looking good as usual.

Doesn't shout at me because I still find her colour a little off.

Like its borderline GREYY for some reason???!
I think she looks alot better in real life.

Pose and expression-wise, not bad at all!

Liana.

With the blowjob pout again.

YUCK.

It looks like SHE might be the one needing the braces instead of Ming.

Ming looks like a doll here.

Something in her eyes just look empty and void for some reason.

Pose isn't that impressive either.

Not her best photo I must say.

I like this photo of Natasha, but I'm iffy about the fact it shows ZERO lingerie, which, I would think, is the MAIN point of having a lingerie photo shoot!?!

Very comehither-look with a touch of innocence.

Nice.

Pinky.

I've never seen a flat tummy that actually looked unflattering. Until today.

It looks like an ironing board in a bad way! Seriously flat and definition-less!

I wish she had put on some red lipstick because she looks so washed out!

Pose and expression-wise, boleh boleh larh.

Shasya.

If she gives me that side-view look with the same expression again in the next photoshoot, I will personally see to it that she gets eliminated.

BORINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!

ouch. celaka.shoulder pain edi.

May