Lusting after F&F People

Gua nak tengok Fast and Furious!!!

Gua nak tengok Vin Diesel kicking every asshole's ass he comes across.

Gua nak tengok Paul Walker and Jordana Brewster get it on.

Gua nak tengok Michelle Rodriguez jugak.

Gua nak tengok Vin Diesel and Paul Walker walking side by side so that gua boleh compare their goods.

Gua basically nak tengok this dumb-ass movie because it has loads of BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE in it.

I'll go BISEXUAL for Jordana and Michelle mannnn.... And Vin Diesel and Paul Walker, in ONE MOVIE together? SHIT!!!! Might as well just break my glasses and yank my eyeballs out. PANAS PANAS PANAS. Give me a bucket cuz I'll be drooling more than your 1-year old nephew.

Vin Diesel is hotter, though.

Jordana Brewster

Michelle Rodriguez

Paul Walker


LAST BUT NOT LEAST, THE UNSTOPPABLE
VIN DIESEL

I can die.

Nothing but my T-shirt

I AM SO BLOODY SICK OF DESIGNING T-SHIRTS.

I need a break. The sight of that darn lollipop is making me squirm.

Come for ICSAS IU Day. You'll get what I mean.

And the Wiener is...

I almost did a double-flip when I saw this.


Okay, okay...I know it's coffee!!! But I can't help it!!! I just stopped in my tracks, stood there peering at the W-word, trying to grin as inconspicuously as I could.

And then I whipped out my phone.

Some of you might be wondering what on earth I'm talking about. Means you haven't been watching I Now Pronounce You Chuck and Larry.

Good! DON'T.

According to Wikipedia, wiener is a hotdog, from German "Wiener Würstchen", meaning "Viennese small sausage".

According to Wikipedia again, wiener is also a slang term for penis.



Now you know why I almost laughed.
Penis. On COFFEE.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!

Okay, I'm sick.

Just a sec

Been busy these days, so this is just a quickie.

DALLOYAU

Means HIT ASS in Cantonese.

I don't read French, so the whole thing just tells me this:

PUKUL BUNTUT
PARIS

No cookies for the lucky one who guesses correctly the place this photo was shot.

Will be posting about Australia soon.

Preview: Gold Coast, Australia

I'm
BAAAAAAACK!!!!

Can't wait to tell y'all about the kick-ass stuff I did in Gold Coast, Australia.

Major
AAAAAAARRRRGGGGGHHH!!!!!!!!!!

Horror

I hate horror movies. Period. I don't get the concept of paying so much money just to scare yourself silly.

The same goes for stupid ghost-themed thrill rides and rumah hantu mazes. First I'll be screaming my head off at every corner. Then at night I'll spend three hours counting sheep cuz sleep will be almost impossible.

The next day I'll be down with sore throat. So horror movies, not a good idea.


Look, even my Pinocchio is scared silly.

How Polite

I shot this photograph in Barcelona Zoo. It is an incredibly cute picture. Look closely. What do you see?


A statue...yes, yes... but look closer...hmmm...ahh yes... a bird, good... what else... what?...oh... white stuff...

Somebody needs shampoo, I think.

Scent-sational

My all-time fave perfume: Paco Rabanne Black XS.

I hate it whenever salesgirls corner me with overenthusiastic smiles, hoping that I'll buy a truckload of the perfume I have so gingerly checked out.

"Miss, now we have promotion. Buy 100ml free this, free that one and free from body odour."
"Whoa, chill. I just took a scent stick, not struck the lottery."

But looking back, I'm actually very grateful that one particular salesgirl had so persistently poured her sales pitch at me. So charming and annoying she was, I bought the perfume. It took her 25 minutes to convert my interest into cold, hard cash.


I should have made life harder for her by standing there longer. But then it would be really brutal of me, because my slippers were so snugly and she was wearing high heels.

So I doled out my mum's hard-earned money in exchange for what would become my most treasured bottle of perfume. The first few moments as the heart notes swarm the sense, its floral scent is dark and intense. As it progresses, the intensity eases off - its sharp rose-tinged, fruity smell still strong but not overpowering. It then slowly fades out, a sweet light trace of vanilla lingering on the skin.

Other scents I love:
Calvin Klein CK IN2U for her
Ralph Lauren Romance
Burberry Brit for her
Dolce & Gabbana The One
Dior Midnight Poison
Armani Code for her
YSL Elle
Hugo Boss XX (not XY)
Ralph Lauren Style

Mr President

We all know that the next US president is none other than Barack Obama, and I'm utterly happy that he won the elections. Cheers to Obama!!! Cheers to CHANGE!!!

I swear if they were sold here in KL, I would get myself one of these:


My dad would be drinking Nescafe out of this.


And I would force him to wear this. He would look so good in it.


Now that nobody wants to look at John McCain anymore (except for his mannequin-like wife), what will happen to those McCain goods? Donated to charity? Dumped in the bin? Reused and recycled? Put up on ebay for sale? (Will anyone even buy?)


I don't think so, mister.

Let there be LIGHT (again)!

Study the ceiling lamp below.


I took this picture in Caixa Forum, Barcelona and if you've happened to visit Yazmin's stylish home before, you will see the exact ceiling light hanging above her dining table.


A close-up for you.


Yazmin's house truly deserves a feature in interior magazines. Undoubtedly one of the finest homes I have ever visited. So chic!

Fanta-zzzz

ABC walks into Aussino, a shop specialising in home textile products and sets about finding the ideal pillowcase for his new home. A salesgirl (SG) approaches him with a hi-how-can-I-help-you air.

SG: Hi, how can I help you?
ABC: I'm finding for pillowcases.
SG: Oh sir, you have come to the right place then. At Aussino, we have pillowcases of supreme quality imported from all over the world and are available in a myriad of colours and patterns...

ABC presses the 'forward' button and SG babbles on incoherently due to the hastened pace of speech.

SG: ... blablabla... the pillowcases are located there, sir.
ABC: Thank you.

ABC sidles over to a corner where a rack of mammoth proportions displays all types of pillowcases. His eyes strain to pick out the best from among the motherload. Red, green, white, floral-patterned, polka dots, curls and swirls, Ben Ten, Marilyn Monroe and... is that The Joker?

Then he sees it. The perfect pillowcase. Embellished with fanciful illustrations amidst a white backdrop. This is it. This is the ONE pillowcase he has waited for so long. SG comes back to ABC's side. Upon looking at the chosen pillowcase, she nods her head in approval. She proceeds to assure ABC that he has splendid taste.

SG: This is a very nice pillowcase, sir.


ABC: Yes, it is indeed.
SG: Very lovely design. As imaginative as you are, sir. Look at this one, very cute.


ABC: That's me and my wife.
SG: You must be very fond of her. (Beams brightly) Aren't these just adorable?


ABC: I love flowers!
SG: How wonderful! And these horses look so real.


ABC: Ah, that would be my teenage son and the 3-year old kid my wife adopted from Laos. Love the young man, regret flying the kiddo home with us though.
SG: You two must be terrific parents! Do you love music, sir? Because these music notes can help you sleep.


ABC: Splendid! I don't really get those funny characters with jelly hats though.
SG: Haven't you heard? Mushrooms are good for health!
ABC: Mushrooms? Ain't like nothing but retards to me.
SG: Oh sir, you're so funny! Here, even Mr. Broomstick Slave from Disney Fantasia makes a cameo appearance too!


ABC: No wonder he looks familiar. God bless Disney.
SG: And Mickey Mouse too. Such a dear...
ABC: I say, this young stud here looks dashing! Won't want my wife dearie to get all high on it.


SG: Need not worry, sir. She'll get high on you....
ABC: I'll get high on it!
SG: AHAHAHAHA!! Well sir, this IS what wet dreams are made of!!!
ABC: Hahahaha... I'll take it, miss! I swear if I don't take this I'll have a heart attack.

End of story.

Actually, the silly pillowcase belongs to my mum. Like it?

Let there be LIGHT!

I don't know where we picked this up but isn't it the most exquisite candle holder you've ever seen?


Cinnamon? Impressive. I find it tastefully exotic. And with a lit candle tucked inside, the whole room simply plunges into a mood of enchantment.


The flame of the candle enhances the brown tones of the cinnamon. Just marvellous.


Notice the gleaming silhouette of the sun on the metal piece?


The subtle shades of light cast upon the floor. When you look at it from the top, it's even more impressive.


Almost like the sun, eh? For once, my floor looked expensive. I felt like I had just stepped into a Balinese spa.

Yummy!

Okay, I confess. I'm a lousy cook.

Somebody should slap the nitwit who said that french toast is easy to make. I once tried my hand at making them and this was what I got:


Looks not bad huh? Yeah, wait till you put it in your mouth. My dad straight away failed me, my sis looked at it sympathetically and my mum? Flat out laughed at it.

Of course I know what went wrong! Which idiot uses whole meal bread to make french toast! So anybody out there, please be reminded to use only SANDWICH bread for french toast. Please ladies, there is always another day for Atkins diet.

God save the queen

I took this picture in Green Park on my way back from Buckingham Palace after catching the overly hyped-up changing of guards.


This was taken on a sunny, well-behaved day.


This photo, on the other hand, revealed how frigid typical London weather can be.

The changing of guards only takes place on alternate days, something we were initially not aware of. It took us THREE visits to finally witness the ever popular attraction!


They were playing their instruments to the tune of evergreen oldies like Abba's Dancing Queen and then some. You must be thinking, "Oh bollocks!!! Dancing Queen? Seriously?!!"

I KNOW.

Queen Elizabeth ll... DANCING?!

I'm a Jean-ius!

I went shopping for jeans the other day. Just jeans. Nothing else. Being so cheapskate, I generally have a hard time buying clothes because

1. They're too pricey
2. They're always an inch too small

Yeah I know, big is beautiful, but damn... it's hard. I'm too small to fit into plus-sized clothes, but then I'm too big to wear those barbie outfits they're selling everywhere these days. So that leaves me in limbo.

That's why I'm always in effing jeans and t-shirt.

Aaaah, God bless them t-shirts!!!! What on earth am I gonna wear if t-shirts never came around?


Never mind. I'm supposed to talk about jeans, anyway.

What startled me was the LENGTH of the jeans. Please, you expect every Asian girl to be 5'10" or what? Pffft... I'm Malaysian and truly Asian and let me tell you what, I'm at least 9 inches shorter than that. AND I'M NOT SHORT okay (stop laughing). I'm just petite. Heehee.

So in one or two days' time the jeans will make their way to the tailor's in Old Town, and have a few inches of cloth lopped off. No way I'm gonna pull a Katie and start folding them.


Yeah yeah I know, the look has been seen on Rachel Bilson, Reese Witherspoon and Lindsay Lohan, but I don't follow trends. NEVER. That's why I'm always in effing jeans and t-shirt.

But I DID go and get myself a pair of boyfriend jeans. Baggy, oversized, long, rugged - the epitome of men's sloppiness. Someone once said, every girl should have a pair of boyfriend jeans, just like how everyone should have brains.

Wow.... that means I must be having some brains.

If so, then I can't wait for Jessica Simpson to get herself a pair too.

Sunday = FUNDAY!!!

I seem to be a little torn between both sides of... myself. Part of me assures me that I can handle it well, the other part is convinced that it's spiraling out of control.

I'm talking about being a PC potato.


Now, I don't want to be Ms Obvious by telling you the definition of the term 'PC potato'. You can tell so well that the term was lazily ripped off from the famous-er 'couch potato'.

I've been practically rotting in front of the computer throughout the holidays. Not that I'm doing anything productive. Nope, not penning a novel here. Polishing my Photoshop skills? Nah. Oh no, haven't been trying to add my aunts on Facebook.

Sheesh, what have I been doing on the internet?

Slacking off, chatting, watching useless videos, downloading even more useless things, fussing over this thing and half-heartedly researching Gold Coast for my upcoming vacation.

YES, AT LAST A CHANCE TO LIFT MY BUTT OFF THE CHAIR!!!

Only to end up plonking it down again on the plane seat. But hey, nothing beats a vacay. And there ain't no internet in the wild ol' Australian outback. Just can't wait to get my ass there!!! Weeeeee!!!!!!!

Will I meet Hugh Jackman there? Or spot Nicole Kidman strolling on one of those golden Australian beaches on a beautiful Sunday with her beloved Sunday?


Oops...pardon me. And my sister is flying back on a Sunday too!!! I miss her so sooooo much. And she better put on some weight, cuz I'm gonna hug her SO MIND-BLOWINGLY TIGHT!!! (Ouch!)

Olenjes!!!

I HATE ORANGES.


Despise them. Abhor them. Aggravated by them.

And I can't believe I just swallowed three pieces of them. Blueck. Blerh. Brrr. GULPS!

They're much better off becoming the next muse for a creative mind, instead of being consumed hesitantly thanks to dear mummy's coercion.

And what wonderful art pieces they make!









And with the touch of Photoshop, you get this:



So cute hor? So spare a thought for the creative community out there. As you have seen here, many many brilliant works of art can be produced from oranges. And compared to the REPULSIVE MUCKY crap that ends up in your toilet?

Tsk tsk tsk... not cool. Not cool at all.

Nailing the habit

The best way to stop biting nails is to put on some nail polish, right?

WRONG.

It doesn't work. I tried it, and those nice dainty pink colours never stopped me from putting my fingertips to my mouth. I think I've ingested some nail polish during my trying-to-stop-biting-nails-but-failed-pathetically period.

What to do? I'm an avid nail-biter. I bite for no apparent reason. I bite while I'm waiting, texting, watching movie, reading books, revising, doing essays, bored like nuts, thinking, panicking...

...I even bite my nails in the toilet. (I know, EWWW!!)



So I improvised a bit. I tried slapping on some black nail polish, and hey it works!! Yeah, for a week.

Then I ingested some more nail polish. Sigh...

My mum told me to dip my fingers into minyak cap kapak every morning, so that I would refrain from the habit. A good method that one, but what if I rub my eyes?

Gee, did anyone suddenly point a pepper spray at my eyes or what?

But I HAVE decided that this habit has SERIOUSLY GOT TO STOP. Because I love nail polish. And it sucks only having those 10 toenails as canvas. And longer nails scratch better than anything else in the world.