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I just signed up for Nuffnang and I chose the option that puts up charity ads while there are no paid advertisers yet. Well guess what they put up? Befrienders: Feeling Down and Hopeless bla bla bla? Why, Nuffnang, why?
I'm editing it. Hmph.
Update: When I tried to edit my settings, I get this message: 'Whoops! Nuffnang seems to be having problems right now. Please be patient, we'll be right back!' Nice try, Universe, this has you written all over it.
Yesterday, I went out for lunch with Shawn at Hartz Chicken Buffet in Sunway Pyramid. Then I went out with my family to visit my aunt in KL. I didn't end up going rock-climbing with Tasha and Soon Seng because I had to do some last-minute visiting.
Some distant relatives came over today, but I didn't really stay to chat because I already had plans.
I managed to bully Shearn into preparing lunch for me as a farewell gift. Some might say the poor guy is a victim of peer pressure, but really (and undeniably), I'm just THAT charming.
Shearn picked me up from Damansara at about 1.30pm and took me to his place (it's a joke to even think I'd be able to find it on my own). On the way, he was acting as my tour guide, pointing out interesting locations and offering useless bits of information, haha.
I met Shearn's dad, who was friendly and welcoming. Shearn made herbal soup and Shepherd's Pie. Mmmm....so yummy! His dad joined us for lunch and told us some interesting anecdotes.
After we ate, I helped with the washing up (I feel like I have to mention this to prove my usefulness).
Shearn said it was going to rain so he should send me back because my car was at an open-space parking lot. So I thanked his dad for having me and said goodbye to his sister (who is gorgeous, by the way, but not single; sorry boys!).
Thanks for the lovely meal, El Shearno.
I wanted to get waxed and then go swimming but I just got my period today and I was having stomach cramps, so I felt like crap. I stayed home instead and packed my bags.
My mum said I can't go out for the next few days because I'm falling sick :( B..b..but..... I'm too cool to stay home! Okay, actually, I'm not. I don't actually like people for the most part. But I'd still like to be given the option to go out!
*grumpy*
I've been pretty busy with the Chinese New Year and everything.
On Saturday, I had a lunch with my mum's side of the family, then went to my grandmother's house in the evening. On Sunday, I went to watch Inkheart with Raj and had to rush home to shower before heading to my grandmother's house for the reunion dinner; we stayed until past midnight and I was so exhausted when I got home.
On Monday morning, we went to my grandmother's house at about 10A.M. for breakfast, then to Uncle Chan's house for lunch, before visiting my mum's eldest brother and second sister. At night, there was a family dinner with my dad's uncles and cousins. Klang, Damansara, Kuala Lumpur, Sunway, Subang. It was just back-and-forth all day and in this terrible weather too!
On Tuesday, we went to my grandmother's house for brunch. Then we headed to my mum's fourth sister's house, before visiting my mum's second brother and third sister. At night, I hopped over to Loga's place to celebrate her 21st birthday. It was either that or another family gathering at my dad's cousin's new apartment. See how much I sacrifice for you, Loga darling? Soon Seng invited us Indians to go over to his place in the afternoon but I really couldn't make it with this crazy schedule.
Today, I would be going to buy some stuff for my farewell gathering this weekend. Then I would have to go to my grandmother's house earlier to help out with preparations for the farewell barbeque for my dad's side of the family.
On Thursday, I'm going for tea with Shawn in the afternoon and then rock-climbing with Tasha and Soon Seng (why do I get a feeling that it's not going to happen?).
On Friday, I'm going to have lunch with Shearn. Yum, yum, shepherd's pie! Plus, I'm supposed to go to Bangsar with AT on Saturday. Then there's the farewell gathering on Sunday.
I'm flying off in less than a week and I haven't even packed properly. Oh, Lordy!
Top I got for Christmas.
Handmade earrings by Simmy Tan. I love the semi-oriental design.
Another handmade piece by Simmy Tan. The beads are of really good quality.
I got both pairs of earrings for RM12 including postage. Is that an awesome deal or what?
I missed out one of my fragrances the last time. This is the Prada EDP 80ml.
Free gift with my subscription. I kind of bargained for it but I'm so glad I did.
A batik shawl farewell gift from my cousin.
I know many of you would probably have watched this already. But some of you are still not enlightened and I simply cannot take that risk.
Even up till today, more than two years after we first watched the video, my brother, my neighbour, my friend and I can simply say "Ello, sir" to each other and we'll automatically know we are referring to this LEGENDARY YouTube video:
On Friday, I went to SS15. I was turning in at a busy intersection. After waiting for approximately 15 minutes, the car in front of me suddenly went into reverse gear. I was like, what the fuck? There were 2-3 cars behind mine, plus there were cars zooming across the road behind us.
It turned out there was a fucking moronic asshole that parked at the opening of the turn. The driver of the car in front of me was even more stupid. She waited there 15 minutes before realizing the car in front of her was parked there, without a driver in it. So stupid. The rest of us behind her couldn't see that far ahead but she had a clear visual.
So finally, the entire line of about 4 cars had to slowly reverse in order to turn in. What an inconsiderate bastard. The driver's lucky I was too furious to remember to take down his car registration plate.
Then I went to the doctor and there were no available parking spaces around. I double-parked and went in to register first. Then this woman who came out from the clinic wanted to leave. My car was right behind hers, so I wanted to reverse and take her parking spot. But a dumb orange Gen2 was behind my car and the dude refused to reverse because he wanted to take the spot. He wanted to leave me no choice but to drive off. He even signaled to show that he wanted the spot.
So I drove TOWARDS the car that was coming out, reversed away from the car behind me, leaving just enough space for the car to vacate the parking spot and slid right into the parking spot that was just in front of the clinic. Aaaaah, sweet victory, come give mama a kiss. I had to resist the urge to tap on the window on the Gen2 and do a "You're A Chicken; I Win" dance. It took a lot of self-control, by the way, because I am by nature very juvenile like that.
After I left the clinic, I came out to see that another car was parked behind mine.
WKM 1865, Metallic Green
At first, I was pretty cool with it because this was after all SS15 in the afternoon. So I honked to the beat of The Blue Danube. Still, no one came to move their car. I became increasingly agitated and impatient; the honking got progressively louder.
I made up my mind to give the driver a piece of my mind when he/she came. I was so furious. I was there honking for a good 15 to 20 minutes.
Then, a guy came limping by. At first, I didn't make the connection that he was the driver because he didn't look like he should be walking, what more driving. Plus, he didn't make any indication at all that it was his car. As he came nearer to my car, he turned at me and glared.
I realized he was the driver of the car but I was too stunned to react. He blocked my car for such a long time and he was pissed off at me? Eh, hello, fuck off lah, uncle. I don't owe you anything just because you're crippled okay? Does the whole world owe you something? You made a mistake, so be a man and apologize.
I can see that you're physically disabled but I didn't know you were mentally disabled as well. Such a simple concept and yet you can't grasp it. I won't 'give face' just because you're disabled, okay? Find a disabled parking spot. In fact, double-park, if it's not convenient for you to walk long distances. But practise some common courtesy. Apologizing would be a good start.
Firstly, stay in the fucking area so you can hear me when I honk. If you want to double-park, you should be more alert and be somewhere near your car. At the very least, leave your fucking number so I can call you when I need to move.
Secondly, even if you didn't do that, if you block my car, you have to apologize. Not glare at me. I am well within my right to honk. YOU are blocking ME. It is not your birthright to park wherever you wish and cause other people inconvenience.
I seriously think this guy has mental issues. Instead of taking my parking spot like a normal person would, he drove off a few roads away and parked there (I know because I was driving behind his car). That either means a) he's crazy or b) he's crazy. Why?
Okay, if he didn't mind parking far away from the shop he wanted to go to, then why bother double-parking in the first place? Or, if the shop he wanted to go to is at the parking spot I just vacated, why didn't he just take my parking spot? Plus, if the spot he took was closer to the shop he wanted to go to, why the hell did he double-park behind my car? It just doesn't make sense.
If any of you want to attack me for picking on a disabled guy, go ahead. I believe that people should be held accountable for their actions, regardless of whether they are less fortunate or have had less opportunities than most of us. Let's put it this way: if a crippled man shot and killed someone on purpose without being provoked, would you have said "Oh it's okay, he's crippled. He has had a hard life"? No way, right? So why should this be any different?
Don't use the excuse of being disabled to cover up for being a jerk.
Mr. WKM 1865, I don't have anything against disabled people but I have something against rude, obnoxious and uncivilized asswipes. I'm sorry that you are are both, but the latter is the more unfortunate one.
P/S: Some might prefer the term 'differently-abled' instead of 'disabled' as a more sensitive description, but it's too long to type repeatedly. If you've been counting how much I've been swearing throughout this post, it's obvious I'm not big on being politically-correct.
I've been meaning to blog but every time I sit down and start typing an entry, something would miraculously come up and distract me. And I'm not easily distracted. Okay, I am, but that's not the point.
On Thursday, I bought Benefit's Benetint and Realness of Concealness. I'll post a review of it as soon as I find some time.
I also bought Simple's Soothing Facial Toner. Guardian was trying to con my money. I was only there on Monday with Tasha when I checked out the price for the toner (RM17.90) but when I went back on Thursday, it was only RM11.88. Hmph. Strike one, Guardian, strike one.
Luckily I didn't buy it on Monday, but I did buy the Neutrogena Ultra Sheer Dry-Touch Sunblock, a box of plasters, a pair of QVS tweezers and Olay Total Effects Moisturizer for Blemish-Prone Skin from Watsons.
The sunblock was RM30.80 and the normal retail price is about RM35. The Olay moisturizer was only RM22.88, oh my God! If they had more, I would have bought two but it was the last one available. And have you seen prettier tweezers? Not just any tweezers, but Astro Tweezers! Only RM8.72! The only way it could have been prettier is if it were pink.
I met up with Trent for lunch at One Utama. I haven't seen Trennie in years! So we spent a few hours catching up. Over the course of our conversation, Trennie said (apropos to nothing, mind you), "I aspire to be a sniper".
Yes. A sniper. No, I don't remember where I found him. I think it was in the 'crazy' aisle at Carrefour.
Then, disturbingly, he told me about the FBI, CIA and Secret Service.
I asked about his family and with a perfectly straight face, he answered, "Well my eldest sister is lesbian. And she works in insurance. And my second sister..." The rest was all a blur to me.
"Wait," I said. "You have to give me time to absorb this okay. You've never told me your sister's gay."
"Yeah, she lives with her girlfriend. And she works in insurance."
That's exactly how he said it. LIKE BEING LESBIAN IS EQUALLY AS INTERESTING AS WORKING IN INSURANCE.
After lunch, I headed home to shower and get ready for dinner with Wills.
Wills drove two hours in the jam to pick me up (sorry, bum!) and took me to this restaurant called Euro Deli. It is a non-halal eatery and that was exactly Wills' intention. He had a mixed platter and I had a pork cordon bleu, plus we had a sausage dish to share. It was so yummy! Wills' treat. Thanks for the lovely dinner, babes!
He bought me a really cute bag for my farewell gift.
Upcoming entry about what happened to me on Friday: I hate other drivers.
It is made of cloth. Yes, cloth. Not plastic. Not steel. It's not even particularly thick, as is a turban. It offers about as much head-trauma protection as your T-shirt would. And how secure is it anyway? Unless God would lift you up on a cloud of pillows with angels floating around, you are going to suffer serious head injury if you get into a bad accident wearing this and not your crash helmet.
Secondly, I am very irritated by this phrase: refused to pay the fine and decided to opt for the jail sentence as a matter of principle. A matter of principle? If you have so much integrity, you won't break the law, right? What is the best solution? Wear your 'serban' and walk-lah. You won't get charged in court, you exercise your 'right to wear the serban', PLUS you won't break the law and get a jail sentence.
But nooooooo. Walking is too hard. Who cares about principles if it involves exercise, right?
I don't know if it's possible but maybe you can even wear a crash helmet over the serban?
What's another solution? Well, if the serban means so much to you, drive a freaking car. Can't afford a car? Or refuse to buy a car as a matter of principle? Piss off, mate.
No one is denying you your right to wear a serban. You can wear it when you sleep, when you're in the shower, when you're praying, when you're in the hospital for head trauma, etc. But if you're on Malaysian roads, you have to abide by Malaysian laws. It's as simple as that. Don't bring religion into it. No one is forcing you to take your serban off. You have a choice: drive a car wearing your serban, walk wearing your serban, or ride a motorcycle and wear a crash helmet.
It's for your own safety and well-being. I, for one, couldn't care less if you get your head split open. But people who wear crash helmets are paying tax dollars for your hospital bills and then, if you die, supporting your widow and children. Is that fair for other people?
Even your choice to go to jail is a fucking waste of the taxpayers' dollars. Maybe it's not about 'principles' at all, eh? Maybe you were thinking of the value: going to jail for 2 days earns you free food and lodging, whereas paying the fine would mean you'd lose RM90.
If I start my own religion, here's the first commandment: 'Be thy not stupid'.
Thirdly, a study on who should be exempted from wearing crash helmets as the law has only identified “Haji, Hajjah, Lebai and Singh". A study? Funded by what exactly? Taxpayers' money? Why do we need a study, for God's sake? And what is a Hajjah? Is it a female Haji? Would she only be wearing a 'tudung' (headscarf)? That material is too thin to protect the skull! And what is a Lebai?
If it were up to me, people are responsible for their own safety and if they don't wear a crash helmet, they should bear the risk by themselves. If anything happens to them, they can pay for their medical bills with their own money. There would be no government support nor insurance compensation, even for their spouses or dependant children. Hah, then we'll see if it's still about principles.
'No money? Wear helmet': that's the campaign tag-line. Since you have 'principles' right, don't wear-lah; if it doesn't cost other law-abiding citizens anything, you're very much welcome to do as you please.
Our money is being spent on 'studies on who should be exempted from wearing crash helmets', paying court officials for ridiculous cases like these, feeding a man with principles in prison and footing the hospital bills when they get into accidents.On Friday, I was at Mid Valley with Wills because I wanted to check out a few things from the Benefit counter. Then, out of the blue, he accused me of buying so many things lately (not true!). Hmph.
Only days before that, he posted and tagged a picture of me which he calls 'Chanxings'; it's Chansey with my face where its head is supposed to be.
As if that was not enough abuse, Loga immediately announced on MSN Messenger that she had seen my latest hot picture. I was obviously confused, because if there's a hot picture of me out there, I'd probably be the first to know about its existence and be responsible for releasing it into the wild.
"Yeah, the one of you in a chicken suit".
It finally dawned on me that she was talking about 'Chanxings'. And that was when I realized that WILSON SIEW IS A BOOGER AND A HALF.
Luckily, he redeemed himself by coming along to Mid Valley (and Guardian; anyone who knows me would know that I can spend up to three hours reading labels and stroking products lovingly/disturbingly if left unmonitored).
I was supposed to go swimming in the evening when my brother went to the gym but we were so lazy that we ended up going for Nasi Lemak with my dad, then watched 'Bedtime Stories'.
Yesterday, I woke up to the lovely scent of my new facial bars! I was a nervous wreck after I checked my tracking code and found out that my parcel was held at the Customs department. They actually opened it to check: 'KLIA - Dibuka untuk pemeriksaan farmasi'. I'm so happy they arrived safely because I seriously don't have time to go to KLIA to negotiate with the Customs officers.
I went to the dentist for my annual check-up. Then I went to my Grandma's house and played with my two young cousins, who are so cute!
After that, I rushed back to pick Tommy Tomato up from his office so we could go to Centerpoint, which has the world's worst parking system, by the way. In the car, Tommy was telling me about someone and he said "He's just so stupid. It's like he missed out on the evolution process".
There is no longer a doubt in my mind that we're peas of a pod. That makes it almost worth it forgiving him for killing Hamby (my Tamagotchi; Hamby is short for Hamburger).
Tommy and I checked out some shades and he bought a Killer Loop pair.
Then we walked around and I spotted Chris and his girlfriend in 7-11. Before I actually realized it was him, I was thinking "That dude's biceps can rival Chris-lah", and I looked up to see that it WAS Chris.
Later, we had dinner at Pizza Uno. It's pricey for the quality and portion, the food didn't taste amazing, plus our waitress was rude and unpleasant. I dropped Tommy off at LRT station and headed home.
Today, I went out for lunch at Italiannies, One Utama with Steph, EC and AT (request to remain anonymous). The Italiannies manager was assholey in an ZOMG-I-think-I'm-so-superior way.
Steph, EC and AT are so ridiculous and weird. They bought me a Spongebob Squarepants balloon that says, "World, Here I Come!" It's helium-filled and can apparently be filled with 'normal air' too, according to EC, because...you know, there's also the abnormal variant, available in stores across Malaysia.
The balloon is held down by two marbles. I was so happy when I saw them and blurted, "Oooh, new marbles to replace the ones I lost!"
AT made this awesome card for me too (she drew the designs with a black ink pen; it's not printed and I'm not even kidding). Inside the card though, they had written cruel things about squirrels and made fun of my departure :(
Plus, I got miniature Estee Lauder Pleasures and Beyond Paradise!!! The Beyond Paradise reminds me of my mum's Anaïs Anaïs by Cacharel. Oh God, I love stuff.
I'll try to get my hands on some of the pictures we took, especially the ones in which Steph and EC tried to copy some of my famous poses: tilted head, China prostitute blocking the face from reporters and shielding myself from the evil that is sunlight!
In the meantime:
Well...world, here I come...along with some newly-recovered marbles and a Spongebob balloon.
Before I begin, I would just clarify that this is all Loga's fault.
I slept at about 5 A.M. and woke up at 8.45 A.M. to go to the gym with Loga and Tasha. Then I woke up to a text message from Loga saying that she 'doesn't think she will go today'. As if she checked her horoscope, consulted her Feng Shui master, studied the weather reports and then considered her dilemma long and hard, before deciding she doesn't think she will go today.
Now, if you know me at all, you'll know it's a big sacrifice for me to wake up while the sun is still out.
So, I had to decide if I still wanted to go with Tasha or go back to sleep. Tasha helpfully suggests that I can start on fulfilling her demand for me to download and burn three CDs for her. She even specified the singer, whose name I shall not mention because I am too busy to deal with lawsuits right now.
I use Limewire and not any Torrent programs, so I can only download by song instead of by album. I have taken the liberty to use the average time in my estimation.
I did the math in my head:
Starting up the program = 5 minutes
Searching for each song = 5 minutes
Downloading each song = 15 minutes (depends on the hosts too)
Burning one CD from start to finish = 15 minutes
So, the time I need for the three CDs of about 13 songs each can be worked out with the following equation:
5 + (39*5) + (39*15) + (3*15) = 830 minutes.
That's roughly 14 hours, which translates to TIME I'D RATHER SPEND SLEEPING. OR TIME I WILL NEVER GET BACK. OR TIME I COULD SPEND TO FIND MR. RIGHT-FOR-ME.
I struggled briefly with the overwhelming urge to strangle Tasha but then decided against it because I also don't have time for a court hearing.
Instead, I decided to call Digi to cancel my CallerTunes subscription. Frankly, I'm sick of them deducting RM3 for the monthly CallerTunes charges every time I only have RM3 prepaid credit left.
The first time I called, some pre-recorded message told me that the customer service representatives were not able to take my call. "Please call back later." COULDN'T THEY HAVE TOLD ME THAT 15 MINUTES EARLIER? BEFORE THE STUPID 'PRESS 1 TO GIVE YOURSELF PERMANENT EMOTIONAL DAMAGE' CRAP?
I called again. This time, I tried to be smart and pressed the numbers before the pre-recorded voice finished talking. "You have successfully changed your current call plan." WHAT?! I tried to change it back but I couldn't go back to the previous menu despite pressing * enough times to time-travel.
So I called again. I finally got to speak to a customer service representative. I was asking him about CallerTunes when the line gets inexplicably cut off. I think I passed out for a while from the flurry of emotions; the rush of anger, hatred and homicidal intent.
The fourth time I called, I talked to a different customer service representative and told him they should call people back when the line gets cut off, instead of making people go through another 15 minutes of auditory hell. RAWR. I wanted to rant but I knew it wasn't his fault.
It's Loga's fault :(
For a girl recently accused of tasting like depression and hamsters (thanks, Shawn!), I've actually been unusually happy lately.
I went to get my eyes tested yesterday and picked out some new frames. The optometrist said I have very high astigmatism in both eyes, and my right eye is short-sighted while my left eye is long-sighted. Who knew eyesight can be a manifestation of personality disorders?
After trying on more than 30 pairs, I narrowed my choices down to five pairs. I can only find pictures of three of them:
(Picture source: http://www.netpricedesignerspectacles.com/)
This is not the exact same thing as the one I checked out, which has metal frames and is black with some silver parts, but it's quite similar. The one I picked out actually has the exact same design as the third picture below but it's not completely black.
This one has green sides and the brand logo is made from rubber, I think. Very fashionable and trendy but heavy!
This one is simple and elegant. The black rims give out a serious vibe. I like this too but I have a tendency to pick all-black frames.
The ones above are all the same price with a 30% discount.
The fourth pair I liked is a plastic frame also by Emporio Armani, but it's not from the latest collection. It is super light, almost like not wearing any glasses, but the design is not very nice. It's RM90 cheaper.
The fifth pair is by some unknown brand. It comes in a student package and is slightly less than half the price of the frames in the pictures above. It's very simple; just plain black with no design and it looks professional. I actually wouldn't mind it either; it looks good.
I was being my usual indecisive self. I cannot be given too many choices; I react by either not picking any one, picking more than the number I'm allowed or allowing someone else to pick for me. But somehow this annoying character flaw only extends to trivial issues like things to buy, food to eat and places to go.
In the end, I picked the first one because my dad said it looks the nicest and it is value for money. I can't wait to pick it up next week! Happy, happy, joy, joy!
I know some of you now think I am some spoilt brat, but let me clarify: I have never had a pair of branded spectacles frame before (sunglasses do not count). My dad said this is my reward for getting good results last semester AND my 21st birthday present.
Who gets spectacles for their 21st birthday present anyway!?!?!?
Yeah, I got duped by my dad big time. Sucks to be me.
Well, at least I get to be marginally trendier than other nerds for once :D
Tasha was over at my place just now, waiting for Peter to come to fetch us. We were flipping through the channels on Astro and she was controlling the remote because I only know AXN, Hallmark (for Oprah!) and Starworld. Sometimes, I watch the History channel and Nickelodeon for Spongebob (or Bob the Sponge, according to Miam Miam). Occasionally, the news networks and Discovery. That's about it.
It's not that I'm against MTV, Channel [V] or the like. It just never occurs to me to change to those channels because I don't understand their programs most of the time.
Anyway, we were watching The Killers' Human music video and the conversation went something like this:
Tasha: The lead singer is quite cute you know. I just don't understand why he has to wear that stupid jacket with feathers.
Xing: Maybe it's a gimmick, like something to make them stand out.
Tasha. The people at the back can be the gimmick. Look at the drummer. Why does it have to be the lead singer?
Xing: Bands with cute lead singers are rarely taken seriously. Look at The Calling. Great music but Alex Band is always getting flak for being a pretty boy.
Tasha: So...what...the solution is to add feathers?
This coming from the same person who glared at me when I tried to entertain her by serenading her with "Ken Lee". What is "Ken Lee"? This is "Ken Lee":
"Ken Leeeeeeeeeeeeeee, tulibu dibu douchooooooooo".
Oh my God. This is classic.
Even while I'm watching it for what must be the two millionth time now, I'm still laughing so hard that my stomach hurts. Watch it, guys. It's hilarious, right?
Tasha: You're the only one who thinks you're funny.
Xing: Wait *laughs* you haven't heard the whole thing. "Ken leeeeeeeeee" *laughs uncontrollably* "Tudibu daboo dabiuuuuuu".
Tasha: *speechless but continues glaring*
I tell you, that woman was born without a sense of humour.
So we waited for Peter for 2 hours but he missed the turning to my house and ended up in Puchong, on a dark road to KL, then on the Old Klang Road. Apparently he paid the toll five times and still couldn't get back on the LDP. I told him I'd just take Tasha out for a bite and then send her home instead.
Tasha decided to take me to a popular nasi lemak stall in Paramount Garden and I was driving there when this conversation took place:
Xing: It kind of sucks that we got all dressed up and end up eating nasi lemak by the side of the road. People will think we're crazy.
Tasha: No-lah, it's okay. A lot of people go there before they go clubbing.
Xing: Oh, okay. Then at least we get to pretend we're going to clubbing after that. And also pretend to have a life.
It's sad enough that we don't actually have a life. But this...we've officially hit a new low.
I woke up today to another surprise parcel! It's the special issue of Fortune and the hardcover TIME 85 Years of Great Writing. Yay!
Now, if only the Food Fairy would bring me some clam chowder with some sourdough, my life would be complete.
No, wait, it wouldn't be complete until I get to see the Paper Doll Dance tonight with Peter and Tasha, hahaha. Oh God... life is awesome.
Warning: Explicit visual content. Viewer discretion advised.
I just received this forwarded e-mail from Jin-Ni about skin carving. I cannot imagine being more repulsed by a fellow human being. I can't verify if it's real or some sick joke because the e-mail doesn't state the source link. "What is skin carving?" you ask, ever so naive. This is skin carving:
I made the pictures smaller because it's so disturbing but if you want to see the full extent of this insanity, you can click on the pictures for larger images.
I consider myself an open-minded person; stubborn and very much so, but still, I accept most things. I don't judge homosexuality, racial differences, adultery, pre-marital sex, pro-life, pro-choice, death penalty, guns, whatever floats your boat. Basically, you're allowed to have your own opinion, but I don't have to agree with you.
But this, oh my God, THIS I CANNOT ACCEPT. I know some wise-ass out there would argue that it is not much different from mutilating your body with piercings or tattoos. First of all, nobody likes people who play Devil's advocate just to act smart okay? Know when to shut the hell up. Secondly, they are NOT the same.
Some would argue that if people want to fuck their body up, let them. Freedom of choice, blah blah blah. If it's all about choice, then why can't we drink or drive below a certain age? Why can't we have an abortion in many parts of the world? Why can't we take drugs?
"But Xing, skin carving doesn't hurt anyone else. Underage drinking or driving can harm others. Abortion is denying a life. Drugs can cause the spread of HIV and increase crime rate."
Skin carving doesn't affect us? Oh really? What if these disgusting people get infections? Then what if those infections 'kena' your face? Then the bacteria mutates and cannot be killed by any antibiotics, then one by one, we all keel over and die. Hah, scared or not?
Plus, these people are most probably from the lower-income group so if they get gangrene or something, they can't pay for their bills. Your tax dollars are probably going to foot their hospital bill. Happy or not? You slave away in the office to keep scums of the earth alive.
I'm sorry but I cannot possibly respect anyone who does this. These are the same people whose rights to procreate should be taken away.
You know how some days you wake up to the best things in life and it's worth the effort of getting out of bed? And you're like, "Dudeeeeee, this is why I bother breathing"? No? It's just me? Fine.
Anyway, I woke up this morning to find three parcels waiting for me.
The first was the Bra Care that I had ordered online to bring with me when I live on campus. It's so awesome; now I can just toss my 'delicates' into the washing machine. Screw the invention of the radio or telephone lah, okay? Bra Care trumps your shit. You know we've finally achieved gender equality when you don't have to hand-wash your bra.
The second contained two new pairs of earrings, which I had also purchased online. They are handmade pieces by Simmy and look oriental, without being gaudy. Me likey.
The third was a pleasant surprise: my new credit card! Mwahahaha.
Wouldn't life be wonderful if I woke up to new stuff everyday? Oh my God, you know what? I'm going to make my husband buy me a present everyday and leave it on my bedside table so I can open it the next morning. Christmas every day!!! Isn't it a wonderful concept? But I'll give him a list of things I want; otherwise, I'd get a pair of striped socks and a mug with boobs *ganas*.
On top of that, he has to write me a one-page letter about how much he loves me and why I'm awesome EVERY SINGLE DAY without repeating any sentences.
If I'm going to bear the fruits of his loins (you can already tell that my children would not have esteem issues or be beaten up at the playground), then I'd better be pampered accordingly.
I know I promised photos from our New Year's Eve clubbing and it has been days already. So sorry, guys. I haven't had time to Photoshop any of them so I just made them really small so you can't see the flaws, mwahahaha. You probably could zoom in if you wanted to but don't be so lifeless lah, okay?
Anyway, I started the day with Loga, Sathen, Shankar and Tasha. We went to Berjaya Times Square because Loga wanted to buy some new clothes for her holiday. Tasha and I, on the other hand, had a different agenda:
I was shuffling my feet along (my interpretation of walking) with Tasha when suddenly, she barks "Stop! Pose!" and then holds out MY camera in front of us and takes a picture.
As if that wasn't enough material to put on her application to be Michael Jackson's cell mate, she also told me to delete 11 pictures out of every 10 we had taken. Here are the ones that survived her inspection:
Raj sent me an SMS: "I know this is last minute but are you free tonight?" He told me to get everyone I can so we can share a bottle. So Tasha and I started sending text messages furiously.
In the meantime, we had lunch and went to Borders, then went with Loga to buy some clothes. Then we left early to avoid the after-work traffic.
I got home, showered and changed, then hauled my make-up kit to Tasha's house. We did our make-up and I saw a lot of cleavage (apart from witnessing an unfortunate fashion crime - think hair-clip on dress). After that, Tasha's brother (Andreas!) gave us a lift to Jan's house. David came to pick us up there and we went to get Dee.
Four girls and one guy. David was totally pimpin' it (note to self: I must not ever say 'pimpin' it' aloud in public). I like David's driving :D But Dee was very unhappy that the air-conditioner was not working properly. In spite of that, we took full advantage of the ride:
We reached Starhill Gallery without getting caught in any major traffic. I was totally surprised that the traffic was really smooth until we really got to the heart of KL, though even then, it was not that bad. When we got in, I realized the strap on my glittery heels broke (I trusted you, Marie Claire!). It's really painful to walk when the single strap left keeps cutting into your skin okay? I was practically limping.
It was a bit early for us to be there and the others were not there yet, apart from Raj and Vijay. So we decided to grab a bite. Unfortunately, most of the surrounding shops were already closing; Dee bought a bun from 7-Eleven while the rest of us had mineral water.
I popped into Watson's and bought the ugliest pair of strappy sandals for RM14.90. My feet were dying out there so don't judge me or my ugly sandals, okay!?!?! Clubbing with stupid sandals, trust me to be so embarrassing lah.
After that, we went back to Starhill Gallery and headed to M-Circle (I still don't know if I'm spelling it correctly) to find Raj and Vijay. Then I met up with Wei Loong and Brandon there and introduced them to everyone else.
Everyone else started drinking. Except me. I had Coke :( I even had a black bendy straw so I'd know which one mine is :D
Behold my self-control!
Total damage for the night.
We all thought Wei Loong has an Edward Cullen-esque look!
Here we are, doing our best QQkawaiimuimuizzzzz impression.
Jan, me, Tasha, Wei Loong.
Wei Loong, me, Brandon Sean.
Me, Wei Loong.
Another La La pose. We're really getting the hang of it.
Raj and I with our "AWMYGAWD!" faces. We never disappoint.
There are some other pictures too but I need to run them by Tasha to see if she's okay with them. She has been threatening me non-stop :( I will post them once I get the green light from her. David and Vijay are in the group shots :(
Some other pictures were taken with bad lighting because we turned flash off for some of them. If any of you guys want those too, just remind me to send them to you through e-mail or MSN messenger.
Over the course of the night, I think I went to the toilet approximately 25 times because I had to hold Tasha up. At one point, I even heard Dee yelling "HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR!". Loudly. At Indian guys.
Dancing. Laughing. Drinking Coke. Friends. Mmmfffpphhhh. I cannot think of anything better.
<3 This is the best New Year's Eve celebration ever!!
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