Where Rainbows End.

Tuesday, May 29, 2007

Extention (to KL-Genting trip)

Bloody hell. Just gimme those sleeping pills that will straight away knock me out for 12hours without wasting my time playing Sudoku on my cellphone over and over again, breaking my own highscores (14seconds was the highest record i could go and that adds to the boredom).
Well, never mind. I can catch Miss World Universe on Channel 5 later on at 9am.

Anyway, did I say I would continue regarding the KL-Genting trip? Oh yah, I did.

Day 2

Woke up to an empty room (for i was the last in bed, as usual) feeling really frustrated. Called my Mom to ask where she placed my bra (totally irrelevant, i know) and she told me they're across the street having breakfast (答非所问) and will come back to get me for mine.

That's hiao Bibi along the corridor.

And that's the lil' devil, again (don't ask me. outta 20photos, 18 were Bibi and my Mom), licking on my only cup of milo.

While I was having my eye test (my contact lenses tore for no reason on the first day).

Bibi and Pongpong (my bro) just outside the Twins Tower (i don't know what's the actual name).

Nice shot, at the expense of the exposure of my lingerie. Didn't know, after the whole thing, until my sis (older of the two), Jess, came running to me and whispered to me about it. I was like "-.- why not you tell me after my pants drop off?".

Jess took this and claimed that she have superb photography skills.

I didn't really fancy that sculpture behind actually but well, I don't see nicer things around.

I suggested a photo of just my Dad and Mom (as i suppose my mom would be delighted), but as you can see, that extra-unscheduled-redundant-surplus lil' chimpanzee ran in and spoilt the picture.

For a second, I thot I looked really... well, unsightly.

Last group shot before we head off to a mall.

Bibi was trying to be funny (she succeeded because we almost laughed our ass off the chair) by persistently biting vigorously on my mom's sleeve and most of the time, my mom was 'exposed' (if you guys get what i mean). And yes, Bibi reminds me of 面包超人 in this picture.
- I obscured my mom's face because she would smack me until I shit my intestines out if I didn't (people at the scene know why). So I gave her sexy va-va-voom red lips, plastic-surgery-sharpened-sharp-nose and a manly goatee. I hope she likes it. -

"Marlboro menthol originated from Malaysia contains 20mg tar and 1.5mg nicotine.
Thus, having more 'kick' than Singapore's.
Serves the purpose of perking up energy and blackening teeth."

Handbag (price unavailable) from Mango;
Brown striped V-neck top (price unavailable) from BlahShop;
Spectables (Model's own).

Hair: Monsoon Hair Salon
Makeup: Natural
Photographer: Linda Ser
Model: 何秀玲 AKA(also known as) 小青

Back to the room. Wanted to retire for the day, but Dad&Mom suggested checking out the clubs and pubs at KL.

I just tagged along. No pictures thou. Don't read too much into it; didn't have much fun.

Day 3

We headed up to Genting the very next morning.

Jess and Bibi.

Me and Bibi.

(Things are starting to get really boring. Okay, 5 more mins, just lemme finish with what I have left.)

Checked in and went straight to the themepark. I suppose that's the only thing about Genting I'm interested (lil' bit) in.

Look, Jason! The biggest ride in the themepark we missed last year. Haha. Looked so much forward to it, but it wasn't as fun as I thought it would be. So no worries, Jason, you didn't lose out much.

The exact spot Jason and I took pictures at last year. I didn't change much, I guess. Not a good thing, for my age.

Pirate Ship. You should have seen my brother laughed. I couldn't pay attention to having fun; just laughing at him laughing.

And then we went on the teacup. I couldn't keep my head up, and was literally spinning.
Reminds me of the times I had with Jason, turning the teacup. It was hilarious.

I didn't really smoke much on that day because of the freezing weather. I suppose I was the only one who got legs denuded at Genting. I think I have fats on my legs, protecting 'em from the cold, ala polarbears.

Anyway,

I'm officially in love.

How sweet can we be, huh?

Jiak-curry and his 大姐夫.

Someone get this crazy woman off my boyfriend.

After 2 months of going to MarieFranceBodyline. Mmmm... No effect.
Just kidding. Psychotic Jess took this.

Left the themepark for dinner at around 9plus pm. I wanted to just head back to the room for a nice hot shower and plop straight into bed, but dad&mom pulled me to the pubs and casino. The only way to curb my mom's niam-ing was to go their way. My dad gave the guards my mom's IC when I was asked for it. I wanted to stab myself to stop myself from laughing out loud.

We headed to a club, sat for some drinks and then I went back to the room while they went to the casino.

I saw this poor lil' kitten on my way back. No lah, Bibi was actually still up at 1plus am, waiting for my Mom. Thinking back, I actually feel bad for por-ing her that night - she will think lying on a couch in this position will win my sweet-nothings and gentleness next time.

Day 4

Poor Bibi fell sick that day. My cousin said it's probably one of her actings, just to stay at Genting longer. I think he's crazy.

Bibi looked really high with the undergarment (i don't know who is it, but definitely not mine).

Time for home!

Before I end off this boring and long post and go for my Miss World Universe show, a video during our way home.

Monday, May 28, 2007

Insomnia (Part2)

Time: 6:53am

I actually tossed and turned in bed for 2 wholly hours before I decided to just on my com and not waste my time, killing my brain cells, thinking of redundant stuffs.

Wanted to talk about that particular fateful night but realised that my blog ain't as deserted as I deemed. So I guess I should really go ahead with my plan of action to get a diary. And then I'll call it the Princess Diaries, recording all of the peculiar unpredictable stuffs I've encountered in my life (like the UFO which crashed into me, fell in love with the alien named Wordy and gave birth to a baby alien, named Thinny, last friday).

Okay, only the former two sentences are reliable.

Anyway, that fateful night fell on Thursday, 24th. Not gonna go in details, of course.

That's my fucking buaysong face, going after my pay. To think that that Edwin HumChimPeng can still go ki-ki-kiak-kiak with his cellphone, taking pictures and hee-hee-haa-haa with me when I was burning hot. I almost slap him if not for the kindness in me.

Another of his shots while I was cracking my head, thinking of the best way to talk to my dad.

Nothing proud enough left to display.

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Friday, 25th.

Met up with Dickson outside Taka at 10.30pm (supposedly at 9.30pm. thus the 1hr wait. obviously, i was the late one). Went over to Wisma where his friends were. Strolled around and heard a middle-aged man shouting really loudly at a woman (probably his wife) and thought it was really depressing to see such cases.
Anyway, left them and went off to boatquay after he said his friends are heading to Mount Faber, which I wasn't in the least bit interested.

Friend's place (it's a pub, not literally a friend's place of mine, and yes, it's a hateful place). Zzz.

Except for kena forced for taking photo after photo and kena tekan, I also don't know I go down for what. (-.-)

Now that I'm ready for bed, Bibi came over, from her nice cosy room, to mine and took over my pillow, bolster and blankie.

In case you guys forgot how my cute bibi looks like,

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Wahaha. No lah, actually she's very cute one hor. If not, how come people says she's an exact duplicate of Princess DarDar. Hahahahahaha. Quit it, sounds like retard.

Here's a better one to remember:

Erase the previous image from your memory okay? Don't wanna tarnish Bibi's reputation.

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Wahahahahaha. Sometimes I really wonder whose siao-monkey-genes she inherited.
Okay, shut. Off to spank her ass and get her off my bed.

Insomnia

It's 8.24am now. Suffering from insomnia after a night of phoning with Dickson and Kelvin, the Thinny. My eyes are hating and cursing my brain now because the former is feeling really sore and fatigue, but the latter just wouldn't put me on the track to Lalaland whereby Edison's waiting under that apple tree.

On a totally different note, hit town last night with Jason. My main motive was to get my pay at boatquay and my wonderwoman, Mom's birthday present. And as usual, they were diminished.

Reasons being...
PAY: Stanley, the luku, said tomorrow.
BIRTHDAY PRESSIE: My beloved wonderwoman is...
1) a full time housewife.
2) hangs out with 三姑六婆s (okay, doesn't matter).
3) doesn't adore makeup like normal women do (puts on only a light shade of lipstick only on weddings).
4) have really high expectations for bags (texture must be soft, must be spacey enough for her manymanymanymany stuffs, handle mustn't be too short, blah blah blah), plus the fact she already have a no. of them.
5) sis already got her a necklace on mothers' day (and she's wearing it 24/7! Hell, where did this sour smell come from..... -.-)
6) no angpows for her because I give her most of my pay throughout the years I worked in pubs so it's really mundane.
7) rings - I think she prefers her wedding one.
8) clothes are too common.
9) shoes as well.
10) dinner out is mundane because it is mundane.
11) cologne doesn't seem right, because she only steals mine once in a while for just 1-2sprays.
12) I wanted to get people to deliver flowers to the doorstep but I was reminded that she hate flowers because she never fails to rabbit on... "knn. buy flowers for what? useless stuffs. ask him give you money or diamonds lah!" when I bring home flowers. (Okay, she didn't say 'knn', just 'nnb'.)
13) no overseas trip because she's planning one herself.
14) a cute pet - she hates them because she said she doesn't want another one; 4 monkeys are enough.
15) a doll bigger than wonderwoman - she'll probably kick my ass.
16) handmade card with many many 'iloveyou's - shut up with those corny stuffs.

I thought picking out pressies for the opposite sex was the crackiest thing to do. Didn't know my wonderwoman was worse.

Any ideas, people?

Back to the topic,
hell, those pair of heels never stops biting me; I was walking like a sweating drunken pig who just tar-ed a bottle of martell and sashayed my way throughout the streets by Orchard Road. Funny? No, it was excruciation. Okay, that's not the point. Got a lipgloss and a black translucent dress for myself instead.

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I'm gonna turn my america-based-clock back to singapore, which means I'll keep my poor eyes wide till tonight. And besides that, I have to bloody hell go down to boatquay to get my pay. So people better not provoke me today. Or I'll scare them to death by staring them with my serious-~~dark~~black-rings-reddish-sore-eyes.

Off to find activities to keep my eyes big.
Toothpicks or scotch tapes, maybe.

Saturday, May 19, 2007

Happy Birthday Jason!

Again, another post just for me to reminisce hereafter (this blog is starting to ferment into a dull one with spiders spinning their cobwebs and I'll be the witch who turns stupid people into frogs and pigs with just a snap).

After 1 long week of disappearing from earth, I poked my humble caterpillar head out to the outer world - Bugis. My fellow traveller was Gracia Chem AKA Grapes AKA Puto AKA Pong Sai Gou AKA my dear.

Teeshirt as Jason's pressie. I hate buying pressies for the opposite sex. Come to think of it, this is the 3rd time in my life (I have superb memory for hateful occasions). Bought a black skinny jeans for myself. I hope it doesn't expand; I hope it shrinks; I hope my leg doesn't expand as well (at the rate I'm going).

Never mind about that. I should stop fantasizing it not expanding, because I think it still will. Let's move on to habby things: neo-prints with our dear grapes (after so long)!

Pardon the resolutions. I don't have a scanner (even if I have one, I'll chunk it in the deepest drawer and let it grow fungus.......... fine, reason being I don't know how to use one and I hate instructions manual with many many ant-size words). Noticed why my face always disappear in my palms? That's because I was laughing very unpleasantly and Chemchem was the reason.

Boatquay aftermath. Was practically running all over the place, causing the blisters and my beau-ti-ful worned out heels now.

Me with Kelvin Lin AKA Thinny AKA Uncle Lin, over at Friend's Club with his aggressive lovely friends. By the way, I wasn't trying to act cute okay. Just that I was almost blinded by the flashlights, I had to force my eyes open and refrain my laughs at the same time. We had umpteen shots before this almost-perfect one. That's hard work alright.

5 plus... time for home! Just a couple of shots before the end.

I don't know why, people rarely gets perfect shot with me.

Oh yah, there's more photos with Jason. Gotta catch 'em all! (quoted from pokémon) Okay, lame.
Off to munch on crunchy (*cross on tongue* i swear it's crunchy!) grapes with my dear Bibi.

Before I end off this post...

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MY DEAR JASON BBXDD!
best wishes + hugs&kisses + many many loves, add water and then stir -- that's what I have for you.
- not meant for your hangovers -
(^3^) ~chuchu!

- eeks... how come i will type out that act-cute emoticon... -

Wednesday, May 16, 2007

KL & Genting Trip

I've been watching other people leading their life rather than living in mine these days. Yes, it's pathetic to whatever circumstances you can imagine. I guess the only thing I can do now is, retain my memories of the past (lecture me saying I can/should spice up my life or stuffs like that and I'll make you eat your words). I still have a number of photos of my KL and Genting trip not too long ago in hand.

FYI: This post is just for my reminiscence in the days to come.

Okay, here goes.

Credits goes to my newly bought Sony Cybershot, on that very day my trip commenced.

Type: example shot
Veune: Sim Lim
Photographer: BBHTU (BadBreatheHairlessTopUncle)

I'm not being mean for calling him that. Just ..................... .................... Okay, I'm meanie.
While I was trying my very best to pay attention to his babblings (plus his BB!) of the features and how to use the digicam, my very smart Mom and Sis think it's funny to be fooling around and laughing, while I tried my very best to suppress the laughters within and retaining my very-serious-paying-attention-facade.
Alright, enough of BBHTU.

On the way...

Stopped by my mom's hometown, BP, picked my granny up and headed for steamboat. I love and miss her laughters. She haven't done that for years.

My lao gao mom. Wahaha.

Very soon after that, we got back on track and headed to KL.
Supper after checking in a hotel.

Snapshots of my lovely folks. Dad, in the mid of talking. Mom, sipping happily on her watermelon juice.

Bibi's face remained like this and kept her legs on the chair, throughout the meal, all because of a micro- ant she saw on the floor. -__-"

Some videos in the mid, but won't post 'em.
- my supermomma will stop buying me food and literally kill me, by poking me to death. don't pray pray. -

The unsavoury supper.

Back to the room.
I wanted to shoot my cousin (the Burberry fan who pronounced 'Burberry' as 'Booberly') dancing, but obviously, I failed.

That's the end of day 1.

To Be Continued...