Thursday, October 30, 2008
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
The Most Embarrassing Thing that Could Happen to a Star
Me: "Who's THAT?"
Jo: "Doh. The one who sang "I Kissed a Girl". Going all lesbianic and stuffs."
Me: "And she likes it."
At this point, Katy Perry jumped into the cake and I grimaced.
Me: "The cake doesn't look right. It's totally hard! OH MY GOD! It's just icing at the top!!! Oh, rewind that! Look at her expression when she hit the cake! That must have hurt!"
Jo: "Oh YEAAAH!! HAHAHAHA!" (rewinds at least 5 times)
Me: "She looks like she had a mind to jump into the cake right at the start when she started stripping from her gown to her pyjamamama. What a cunning cake. Somebody probably wants her dead."
Jo: "She's trying too hard to be sexy."
Me: "It failed."
Jo: "Haha, look at her drag herself out! Karma. Tried to get that guy."
Me: "What an embarrassment..."
Saturday, October 25, 2008
Pervase
If you see this guy following you around, please scream at him to back off.
Tropic Thunder!
“I know who I am! I’m da doood playin' da doooood disguised as another doooood!”
Hahaha! Love his Jive talk.
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Sadly...
On happier thoughts, it also meant that when you lose some, you will gain some.
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
How do Words Taste Like?
Getting hospitalized is definitely not a pretty thing too. Thin, greasy and falling hair, paleness that makes a ghost blush, and for me – bloatedness. Instead of fainting (daintily), I fell into fits. Who caught my fall? A bed and a screaming nurse beside me.
It’s true when people say that you can’t say things that are too extreme then...? My life’s a drama? I think I better keep my trap shut.
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Friday, October 17, 2008
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Before I get back to work tomorrow...
Visited East Coast. Walked a lot and took a lot of pictures. It was a good day – laughter, the sun, the wind in your face, vivid colours, the bright blue sky. If only the day wouldn’t end...
It's a Sunny Long Weekend
Signed the agreement of lease for the flat that JX and I had successfully balloted for, on Monday! Jalilah was a very sweet motherly lady who was amused that I wanted to take pictures. And everything was over in a jiffy – not even 10am yet, which was the original appointment time.
M: Now you can’t run away anymore!
JX: You mean you ever thought of running away?
M: No? I meant that this is another step of ‘confirmation’. If you get what I mean...
JX: Oh yeah? I did all the stuffs! The application of the flat... the loan works... You just printed out the stuffs that I told you to!
M: -act dumb-
JX: And you just need to sign here and there. All because I needed another person to purchase a flat....
M: YOU MEAN IF NOT FOR ME, YOU WILL GET ANOTHER GIRL TO BUY A FLAT WITH YOU!?
JX: Haiya! (irritated)
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How I love to irritate him.
Watched Burn After Reading. Uh, I read it somewhere that the story plot is a clever one. But it hardly engaged me at all. It only seemed to highlight to me how idiotic and superficial some people can be? Hardly worth the $7.50 at all! Despite a star cast of George Clooney, Brad Pitt and John Malkovich. The movie was in the comedy category but... call me shallow, but give me a slapstick anytime.
JX’s unkempt brows (did you ever notice them?) were quivering in fright – knowing their fate that day! JX had weird sparse brows towards the end because he was an adventurous, curious, hair-abhoring, cute little boy when he was a kid. A kid, he had shaved his brows to Hitler’s-moustache-size and the brows never did have the courage to grow back again. I laughed so hard when he first told me that. Nevertheless, back to the threading of his brows. We went to Browhaus at Suntec City to have his brows neatened. Being his virgin trial, I thought it to be better to bring him to the brows’ specialists, ya?
Next went to Oakley’s headquarters in Redhill. JX needed to buy a specs box for his precious Oakley shades.
I gasped, “Not this year, surely, right?”
To that, my mom went silent with a smile and then burst out laughing. Deadpanned, I asked her whether they knew about the crazy market now. They knew.
I dully said, “Mommy must be dirt-rich la.”