The Adventures Of A Bohemian HoBo

Love Is An Art

2007-05-25T01:06:00.000+08:00

And so we appreciate it.

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Well, Love is still love right? :)

Fin.

Entourage (Vinyl edition 2007)

2007-05-25T00:31:00.000+08:00

A special request from Vicki & Alicia... :)

Thanks for making it a fun night to remember.. (or not.. *shivers*)..

Heh.

I Heart-neck Josh

2007-05-09T21:42:00.000+08:00

This is the latest pic of Josh Hartnett on the set of his new movie, August, recently.

The tattoo he sports on his neck is most probably set prop, but it suits him well.

Hold on.

I meant to say...

Fuck yea, baby you are ssooo HHHOOOOOOOOOOTTTTTT!!!!

*wipes off drool & other liquid substances*

I love you Josh.

Please don't fuck Lindsay Lohan.

Bang Cock (2007 edition)

2007-05-03T19:15:00.000+08:00

This post represents, in pictures, what words cannot express, the amount of fun I had in my recent Bangkok trip.

The eating...

Pork haven

Hawker food madness

RM1 noodles by the Chao Phraya

Cabbages & Condoms

Sausage fest

The shopping...

Wholesale mall

5 mins walk away

Cheap.like.fuck.

Value

Half of my shopping goodies.

The drinking...

At Bed Supper Club

At Balcony

Anytime...

Anywhere...

Even on the plane

The sinning...

TomYam, German style!

From England with love

Birds of a feather flock together

Nobody is spared!

Khao San Road. Hippy joint.

The sleeping...

And most importantly, the fun I had with my MNG sisters...

With Casey.

With the Condoms & Cabbages

With the She-Devil herself.

Love them all...

With naughty bits & everything!

SIGH....

I miss bangkok.

Mewsings

2007-04-24T13:55:00.000+08:00

It's one of those weeks again.

That I talk in my head or do something sporadically random.

Like, last Saturday afternoon I was sprawled out on the living room floor doing my taxes with MTVs blasting from the tele. At the same time making imaginary conversation with the bf's cat while she miaos back an imaginary answer from her corner of the room. I was alone at home.

Then in the evening, while out on the obligatory social do (it was a BBQ house party), I was screaming in my head "AArrgggghhh, kill meeeeeeeeeeee.... Get me out of here! No more food stuffing!!! FFFAAAAAAAAATTTT!!" all the while maintaining a pleasant smile & a sunny disposition on the outside.

Then Sunday afternoon I was laughing, screaming, groaning, sobbing, yelling at the pc screen while watching life unfolding itself in the form of Grey's Anatomy. I even managed the occasional eye-rolling when yet again, McDreamy attempts a romantic moment by drooling out some yucky I-can't-live-without-Meredith lines. Alone at home again.

Sunday evening, despite the fact that I vowed never to eat again untill my bangkok trip, I pigged out on some sinfully yummy sushi's at Sushi King with the Vice President of Evil, Theophilues Tan a/l Maniak Jahat. (President title still goes to Joyce Wong, unpresidented seat).

AND THEN after that, just to reiterate the point that I am an idiot, I go ahead & got a cotton candy floss twice the size of my head, and overdosed on Starbucks Americanos, which resulted in a bloating stomach big enough to take up our bed space PLUS insomnia.

Which resulted in zero sleep on Sunday night, which also resulted in the emancipation of Zombie Face on Monday morning.

And my cotton candy floss is still sitting in the fridge, untouched.

The Evil Vice President is gonna kill me.

Well, from the way things have gone, I really don't mind him doing the honour.

Only thing thats keeping me going now is the aspect of Bangkok and all it's many sins.

2 more days.....

2 more days.

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:)

Blow Job

2007-04-20T11:16:00.000+08:00

How TheoChew spent the last weekend...

Stupid stupid cheap little bubble tube thingies...!!!
(Damn old skool though, i've not done this since primary school!)

My mickey mouse.

I called him Dino. He was 10 minutes old.

Coolest thing: water in my bubble.

Smoke bubble.

Fruits of his labour.

The biggest water bubble yet.

The smallest water bubble yet the cutest teardrop.

Big smoke bubble.

Mine so small.... hu....

The new technology of implants: 4-cent Gum bubbles!!

His ball.

My blowjob.

Grey's Anatomy

2007-04-20T10:36:00.000+08:00

I'm hooked to this latest soap-drama craze that is GA.

All thanks to Joyce Wong, my fellow torrent pirate & food excursion buddy. She's evil. >_<""

Anywho, not that I'm complaining, it's a rather good show.

Though the whole neurotic-needy-anorexic main character with her equally eccentric friends has been done before in top shows like Ally McBeal & The O.C, it's still fun to watch.

ALSO, the doctors theme is not something new on TV anyway, with stupidly addictive shows like Scrubs & General Hospital, where the dirty laundry of doctors, nurses & interns are hung out to dry for all of America (and 3rd world internet pirates) to see.

So what's so good about this new one then??

Well, somehow I can sorta relate better to this one then the rest stated above.
It's definitely in a more natural working environment & the medical references are definitely more accurate (at least according to my med school friends anyway).

Also, the character building is excellent, in my opinion. Either that, or they're really good actors!

For the exception of McDreamy though.

I HATE his character. Sleazy ass hamsap surgeon.
I just realized the other day, why I hate Patrick Dempsey's face.
He reminds me of a certain someone I worked with in my previous agency, TK.
Same hairdo, same fucking face.

And the main character, Meredith Grey is also a bit hard to digest on certain episodes, coz she reminds me SO MUCH of Ally McBeal.
Well, I'd still give her props, coz at least she's cuter to look at than Ally.

And just last week, Joyce & I concluded that we have our very own Seattle Grace in SCB.

Me - Izzie Stevens (Coz I'm such a McHottie with my new blonde hair)
Joyce - Meredith Grey (Fits.like.a.shoe)
Eillis - The Nazi a.k.a Miranda Bailey (Though I think she's more of a Christina Yang)
Kevin - Alex Karev
Redzuan - George O'Malley
Soo Lyn - Callie Torres
Stephanie - Addison Montgomery

So now, what we're missing, are the REAL MEN of the shows, namely:
Preston Burke
McDreamy
McSteamy

ESPECIALLY McSteamy...

Why don't we have a Mark Sloan in this place?

What's the point of coming to work everyday if there's no Grey-McDreamy drama going on or McSteamy to oogle at or a gossip about the Yang-Burke duo?

Hmm... Maybe there IS a Yang-Burke duo here....

*evil snicker*..

Oohh, I know who's Yang & Burke now...

Gotta tell Joyce.

McSee Ya Later!

Ode To The Dead

2007-04-13T17:18:00.000+08:00

So Cheng Beng came & gone.

I was back in Melaka last weekend for the annual do.

Traffic on the highway was pretty bad, though it was like the last week to do the rituals.
So don't blame me for being a last-min person. It's in the genes.

When I got home, dad was enthusiasticly showing off all the stuff he bought back fr his last trip to Sabah.
Which in summary, is basically two bottles of fruit-flavored vodka.
Mango & Lime.
Just well with beer he says.
*sigh*... (In denial that parents are alcoholic).

Dad also told us we don't have the Cafe anymore.
Guess the old men found it too tiring to operate a business unless they're retired.
I secretly pray that they don't intend to move up to KL once they retire, with the lack of a pub to mess around in.

Mom was excited & looked forward to their trip to China (they are already there as we speak).
I forgot to look for a sweater for her during the week, so I told her I don't wear jackets anymore.

Saturday night, we had our obligatory family arguement, as always.

It feels like there's never one month that I don't have some sort of squabble with the family.
It usually involves the old woman getting pissed at me coz I actually have a brain to speak back to her.
And that after that my dad gets a lashing fr her coz he tries to defend me.
And then it usually ends with my mom sulking in a corner, my dad continuing his TV, and my bro bitch-slapping me in our room, telling me to 'stop fighting them', just agree to everything the old woman says, just so we have peace in the house.

Right.

This coming from the guy who brings girls home & refuses to graduate.

And then, after all the commotion ended, it's 'tani' time...

*sigh*... (In denial that parents are alcoholic).

The old man forced me to try his new Vodka-Lime-N-Beer concoction earlier in the evening.
Not bad. Like limau ice with beer.

Saturday night basically ended like how it always ends.

Parents drunk out of their wits (and got home waaayyyy later than the kids).
Me & bro had our 'operasi rokok' in some random obscure coffee place somewhere, then bro sidetracked to Pure Bar like a moth to a flame.

Next morning we all woke up late, again, as how we are every freaking year...

Finally got up to the hill close to 11+ am...

Stood around....

Cleaned up a lil...

Prayed a bit....

Burned some money & clothings...

Had leftover prayer food for lunch.

Prayer or not, they still tastes good.

Chicken rice. Yummmmmm....

Left at 2pm, from land of the respectful dead, to the land of the dead (KL).

Fin.

Ggrr...

2007-04-04T14:22:00.000+08:00

I found out today that somebody I told about my blog has told another somebody else about it and that somebody is the exact kind of body that I do not want to let know of the existence of my blog!!

*hhmmmpphhh*...

Talk about sampat-ness.

I mean, I'm not gonna restrict anyone from reading this damn blog, but u know, there's a reason why I don't advertise it all over the place anyway.

Coz sometimes I like to bitch about ppl that bugs me at random times (but I don't hate) and sometimes ppl misunderstand the concept of 'ranting' as a form of oppressed anger at them.

It's not... As long as I don't use the word 'hate' on the person.

Anyway, I'm feeling kinda annoyed at that somebody who leaked out my blog to their somebody. It's truly annoying coz now I'm known as the 'blogger girl' & for those of you who know me well enough, you know I most definitely hate being coined that.

I am ssoooo not a blog crusader. To anyone who's ever known me in person, u know I hate so-called celebrity bloggers (especially the locals) whose head is up his/her ass just coz they have a few thousand hits a day.

I hate ppl who gloat about themselves on their blog as if they're the most good-looking smartest human that ever lived (and actually thinking it's true) even though they're pathetically ugly & probably lived through the IRC phase in the 90's with nicknames like L3nGCh4 / Macho69 / Model36-24-36 / K3nNYS4L or some hedonistic name to that extent. These ppl are not just delusional in a figuratively speaking manner, but some are seriously high on something or else why would they think ppl actually care if you had a threesome or ur hometown is *that* great or ur asshole has 3 strains of hair or u're so rich u can buy anything u want (sadly u can't buy uranus, else u'd probably be living there by now).

I quote from GA: "Seriously??!!"
Me. A Blogger..?

I hate ppl who put up damn 7469 puke-inducing slutty OR 'konon cute' self cam-whoring pics (complete with the peace sign pose, the one eye peeking fr side fringe and the self-obsessed sparkle in the eyes) all over their pink pink pink pink pink blog. Once in a while they'll even throw in punny quotes of the day or some retarded shit like that to divert ur attention away from their meaningless life coz really, the only fren they have is themselves. And those vanity shots were taken at practically everywhere from the car to the toilet (come on, no matter how many side angle profiles you take, you are still a fat bitch, so do us all a favor & start puking out your food u dumb truck).

I quote from GA again: "Seriously??!!"
Me. A Blogger..?

I also happen to hate ppl who writes their blog like an online magazine, complete with pictures of celebrity cam-whoring, konon life-stylish abstact photography (just becoz they're not too stupid to operate a camera), fashion tips, what they bought at their fav stores at such good prices that they won't reveal the name the boutique (i mean come on, we ALL know you're talking about Zara ok?? only YOU don't know we all know, dumb ho). And sometimes they rant about things that they already rant to their frens about, but do it on their blog anyway coz they are just ssuuuuucccchhhh attention seekers and probably think their readers think it's cute if they repeat everything like a broken record player. Dude, that's called growing OLD, not COOL.

So now, I quote from GA again: "Seriously??!!"
Me. A Blogger..?

You know who you are.

I have a life, I don't hate you (as I've obviously demonstrated what hatred is earlier), but i am NOT SOME COOL BLOGGER with some super awesome entries you can read about hoping to dig out some dirt about me.

Ggrr.. I'm annoyed.

Malaysian Men & Fashion

2007-03-20T17:20:00.000+08:00

In today's Malay Mail, there's this article about how some obscure fashionist has identified 6 'Key Style Tribes' within the global men's fashion world.

Namely:

Mr. Cool Britannia (example given: Jude Law)
Mr. Eternal Boy (example given: Bee Gees)
Mr. Eighties Throwback (example given: Simon Cowell)
Mr. Slob (example given: Tim Robbins)
Mr. Fashion (example given: David Beckham)
Mr. Dishelleved (example given: Johnny Depp)

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OK seriously, 1st of all.... that's not even a catchy NOR funny definition.
And 2nd of all... how can you compare the average man's fashion style with that of a super star?

So salah concept.

Like, if our local men here really dressed up as *ANY* of these stereotypes, then why are malaysian women still such an angsty bunch??

Let me tell YOU what the average Malaysian men's fashion style is...!

Pikachew's Guide To Malaysian Men's Dressing

The Ah Beng

Men of various age & race adopt it, as it is fashionable yet identifiable with celebrity status & youth culture (i.e. F4 or Jay Chou or Mawi).

Suitable for both casual & business wear, with endless accessories to further complement the look like belts, ties, necklaces, arm bands & leather boots.

This style is most fashionable if accompanied with a radical hairstyle or hair color.

Signature Style: Rolled up cotton long sleeve shirt / body hugging baby T + Flair bottomed jeans.

*In a Nutsack: ALL geeks / gay men in our country dresses like that. All races.

The College Student

There are 2 main fashion styles to this: The Hip-Hoper & The Slacker.
Both are equally accepted styles of identity as a varsity student in a private institution or international college.

Not a look to suit all ages, as it is mostly worn by men between 12 - 35 yrs old.

Mostly stereotyped as casual wear, The Slacker is spotted on men of all walks of life (working or student) after working hours from shopping malls to mamaks. During football season, this look is at it's peak with many men donning their favourite football clubs/teams shirts in this style.

The Hip Hop is taken more seriously by non-working males, as it also comes with various accessories to complement the look.

Signature Style: Baggy long sleeve shirt / football or baseball or basketball jersey + baggy stone washed jeans + cap.

*In a Nutsack: ALL college-going men dress like this in our country.

The Locals

The main difference between this look and the College Student look is in the accessories.

The Local look has less body accessories but take head gear and jackets seriously.
Needless to say, the fashion victims of this kind of look take pride in their outer appearance.

This look is definitely the more flamboyant of the 2 student-prone styles.

Day-wear would mostly concentrate on the head gear (with more colorful caps or something religious for that bold statement) & eye wear.

Night-wear is more formal & dramatic, complete with a warm jacket for that cold breeze, or a motorcycle helmet for that wild night out with the guys.

Signature Style: Baggy shirt w sports jacket + tight denim jeans + head accessory + cigarettes.

*In a Nutsack: Every men in this country has been through this 'kampung' phase before.

The Yuppy

The fashion statement that is taking Malaysian men by storm.
The basic definition of this style is in it's perfectly groomed look, and expensive fabric shirts.

The Yuppy look is never incorporated with jeans & T-shirts.

Also the most flexible style for occasions that require people's attention onto themselves.

During Work: Makes you look really smart and seem really busy.

During Lunch / Poser time @ Starbucks: A nice Polo neck shirt and IT gadgets/accessories further enhances your coolness.

During social gatherings: Highten women's interest in you & your ever sexual presence.

Signature Style: Expensive long sleeved shirt (rolled up & tucked in), belt, high quality slacks + 1 simple accessory (man-purse / laptop bag / big watch / skinny tie / gf) to complete the look!

*In a Nutsack: ALL men in this country who're working are wearing this same shit right now.

The Uncle

The style for ALL men aged 50 & above.

Signature Style: Checkered shirt, jeans + pouch / golf cap.

*In a Nutsack: Everyone's dad, favorite uncle, grandpa, sugar daddy dresses like that in this country.

The Ultimate Clubber Look

An urban alternative for men aged between 12 - 49.

Occasions to don the Clubber Look:
- Clubbing (of course)
- Movies / Bowling / Cyber Cafe / Date
- Birthday parties
- Karaoke / Concerts
- Family Dinner / CNY / Hari Raya / Deepavali / Xmas
- Church / Temple
- Dodgy pubs / 'Spa's
- Weddings / Funerals / Kenduris

Signature Style: Similar with that of the Yuppy but with jeans, nicer shoes and a striking pose.

*In a Nutsack: The only thing any men in this country will need to wear to get out of the house and face society.

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See?
Key Style Tribe my ass..........

Reali-toons (Part 1)

2007-03-19T18:06:00.000+08:00

Since there's word of a possible Alvin And The Chipmunks movie in 2008, I'm gonna take this opportunity (of my high from flu medication state) to bring you a little tribute to the lovable chipmunks of the 80's...

NOW....

If Hollywood producers would be smart enough NOT to screw this famous cartoon up by expelling the idea of human-costumed chipmunks or badly executed CGIs, it would be great.

BUT....

IF let's say, they wanna make, i dunno, a reality version of the chipmunks whereby Alvin, Simon & Theodore are actually HUMAN equivalent of the chipmunks, I would know the perfect cast ensemble!

Alvin & The Chipmunks: Malaysian Edition

Starring:

Theopilit as Alvin

Sazman as Simon

TheMastefulSurprise as Theodore

Not to mention also, that I can throw Mawi into the production, to give it a local flavor for the Asian viewers!

Guest starring: Nigel as Mawi as Himself.

The movie can otherwise be named Mawi & the Cheapmonkeys.

AND....

The producers can add another ironic twist into the new Chipmunk movie...

The Chipettes (female versions of Alvin & gang), can be aptly named CiPets and the actresses would all be Chinese girls!

Starring:

Pikachew as Brittany

LinYuetty as Jeanette

VonFlowerRulez as Eleanor

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Now, wouldn't *that* be a good movie to watch, aye?

;P

Post-Perhentian Depression

2007-03-14T14:55:00.000+08:00

Back to civilisation.

Back to reality.

Back to work.

Back to diet.

SIGH...................

SSooooo much happening while I was gone, my sampat-radar is going haywire now!

Ssooooo long more to BKK trip....

Ssooooo itchy my sunburnt skin...

Ssooooo lazy to do anything....

Shout out to Brenda, Happy Belated Birthday ILoveYouDon'tHateMeForCallingLate.

Shout out to Theopilit, Happy 2nd Day at work YouCanDoItLoveYouLongTime.

Shout out to Didi, Dodo, Dadu, Duda, Carlos, Captain, Captain's son, 2 cute guys on the beach, Panda kitten, Traumatized Turtles, Dean The Bully, Mars shake, Snicker shake... IMissYouAll.

SIGH.................

kill me.

No Aphrodisiac

2007-03-08T18:01:00.000+08:00

A letter to you on a cassette
'Cause we don't write anymore
Gotta make it up quickly
There's people asleep on the second floor

There's no aphrodisiac like loneliness
Truth, beauty and a picture of you

(Emo Violin)

You'll be walking your dog in a few hours
I'll be asleep in my brother's house
You're a thousand miles away
With food between your teeth
Come up for summer
I've got a place near the beach
There's room for your dog.....

There's no aphrodisiac like loneliness
Truth, beauty and a picture of you

(Emo Violin)

There's no aphrodisiac like loneliness
Truth, beauty and a picture of you

There's no aphrodisiac like loneliness
Youth, truth, beauty, fame, boredom and a bottle of pills

(Emo Guitar)

There's no aphrodisiac like loneliness
You shouldn't leave me alone

There's no aphrodisiac like loneliness
Bare feet like a tom-boy and a crooked smile

Truth, youth, beauty, fame, boredom, red hair, no hair, innocence, Saturday
And a picture of you

A letter to you on a cassette...

You shouldn't leave me alone...

Forty, shaved, sexy, wants to do it all day
With a gun-totin' trigger-happy tranny named Kinky Renée

Tired teacher twenty-eight seeks regular meetings
For masculine, muscular, nappy-clad brutal breeding
While his wife rough-wrestles with a puppy all aquiveron a wine-soaked strobe-lit Asiatic hall of mirrors...
And a dash of loneliness...

There's no aphrodisiac quite like it
Truth, youth, beauty, fame, boredom, red hair, no hair, innocence, impunity
And a picture of you

I got a video set-up
Me love you short time
She pay me suck his finger with some fine wine
And a dash of loneliness

Truth, youth, beauty, fame, boredom, red hair, no hair, innocence, awkwardness, impunity

And a picture of you................

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This song is THE most emo song ever.
My praise to The Whitlams for their ingenious lyrics (bold font).
All time favourite.

Randomness Is An Art

2007-03-01T17:29:00.000+08:00

And so it is...

Just like it was before..

Tahi Terjadi

2007-03-01T17:13:00.000+08:00

It's been a rather peculiar mid-week.

Emotions are on the highs & lows, and it's not just with me!

Breakups, hookups, screwups, blowups...

It's weird how the human psyche works..

What makes a commited man turn his back & run away from certainty?

What makes the insecure man finally put his foot down & say 'I Quit'?

What does it take for 2 people to start a fire?

What does it take for a woman to feel fully loved?

*Sigh*...

I once heard a quote "There is only one certainty in life, uncertainty".

And I'm like, "Dude.... whatever you're smoking.... I'd like to have some of that too..".

Aftermath

2007-02-28T14:18:00.000+08:00

It's been so long since my last post I honestly dunno what to blog about...

I mean, whatever that needs to be bitched/moaned/gossiped, I've already expressed through nights of drunken stupor & hours of yum cha-ing.

And whatever I *can't* bitch about here, I've already managed to convert to other sources of energy that are much better wasted on (i.e. sleep, gamble, drink, watch tv, drink summore, 'sleep', dig nose, observe the ceiling).

But here are some highlights of the year 2007 (so far):

Work was been brilliantly crazy. I like. Coz I now am so busy I have no time to eat properly, I smoke more, I get mini anxiety attacks & I don't sleep as much. This ingenious diet method is perfect for that super-model look I've always wanted (hollow eyes, sunken cheekbones, skinny body, perpetual shoulder hunch). Go me.

Found a new person to hate! Would love to contribute a whole post to her (Nigel, be patient, it's coming!) but in a nutshell:

She attempts to smoke like she attempts to pass off as a human even though she's probably related to a walrus with a mammary gland problem.
She attempts to be a Christian the same way she attempts smoking.
She's so retarded she thinks a swinger is a re-born virgin, at the same time, trying to spread her disease of idiotic-ness in deluded confidence, while attempting to *smoke* a cigarette. (multi-tasking doesn't work very well for walrus' i think).
She's a compulsive liar who's so insecure she has to have sex at holy places (like a whore) & treats her bf like a pet hamster she can torture when she's not making him lick her pussy through a cage.
Her daily routine involves a morning round of self-pity, an afternoon of talking out of her ass (coz at least poop comes out of there, instead of stupidity laced in bad manners & spunk from the local foreign mamak waiter), and an evening of forcing her bf to worship her for the loser that she is with a promise of sleazy car sex afterwards.
She has an imaginary life, where she's an ordinary lovable little girl, as she needs to run away from the reality that she's just a friendless, lifeless, brainless, tackless, penniless piece of ah-lien trash that nobody gives a shit about. Even the beggars in the street tosses her a penny. And the local crazies avoid her, too crazy even for them.
She deserves to die simply becoz she blames all of the above on her fucked-up parents(whom apparently never raped her or forced her to sell drugs or anything), just coz they slapped her once in a while for being so ugly.
She has only 2 things coming in this life: (1) A bf who (luckily for her) has a low self-esteem & equal amount of insecurity to actually still be with her for the 1,000th time. And (2) a sad existence: waste of our earth's air & space.

Moving on... The bf & I had a relatively quiet Valentine's slash Birthday. Though on the last hour of the night, the gang decided to show up at the house uninvited & uninhibited. With Uncle Chivas. Ahh, the joys & perils of being TheoChew... Comes with the job description, what can I say? ;)

Gave away my 2nd 'dare' money on yet another entertainingly gay moment to enjoy. The phrase 'Suck my balls' will never mean the same to me again.. heh.

Nigel the Bangsar's Favourite Pondan has finally gotten himself a girlfriend (notice I didnt put 'gf' just in case u think I was joking or meant gay-friend). But yes, it's true, ladies & gentlemen! This half-man is officially off the meat market (not that it matters in the 1st place).. Though if you know me well enough, you'll know that I'm probably not just happy to blog about just for fucks.. So yes, actually, I'm saying this coz there's a rather ironic twist to this 'coupling' that I shall not say right now (at least not here), so there Nigel, I'm being nice! hahahahah....

I think that's that for now...

For all my colleagues who were actually sampat enough to find me on friendster AND THEN find my blog and are actually reading this.. *AHEM*

Let me say welcome to my brain & sorry, there's no refund.

Ciaos.

New year, new eeew

2007-01-23T12:54:00.000+08:00

Wah~~ I haven't blogged for quite a bit!

Firstly of course, wanna wish Happy New Year to all my friends & stalkers alike...
May all your redundantly made-up resolutions not come true so that you can keep making the same freaking wish every year so that people think you're not really retarded, just human after all.

Whatever lights your cigarette, man.

Anywho, to all those who truly miss my nonsensical blabber, wanna tell you what's been keeping me tied-up for the past month.

Besides sex.

Jan 12th - Company Staff Party

Don't wanna put up colleagues pics, coz I see them everyday...
Tak kuasa nak tengok muka die org on my blog, jelak nak mampus.

So here are other more interesting photos instead...

Even Girls - dressed up as 'heroines' as this was supposed to be our theme.

Team / super hero groups.
I'm a Creditable Corpse. I mean Corp.

Camwhoring as usual.

Jan 1st & 2nd - Kuantan trip

My idea of spending a lil time away from the bf's harem of boyfriends (who I swear are also dating him as much as I am, I might as well sleep with them since I see them every freaking day, but that's a story for another entry, sabar Nigel sabar...).

Highlights of the trip:

A couple of playful otters at a dried up pond. Sad sight but they sure are cute...!

A sun bear @ the mini zoo.

A-WTF-is-that-jesus-it-looks-really-cool-like-spawn-of-the-devil-kinda-cool animal.
But seriously though, both of us had no idea what this animal's supposed to be.
No signboards, just a sleeping pile of fur on a tree in a huge ass cage.
So what do you call black beast in a big cage be left in solitude with no indication of it's species?? EEeeeevil...

A female monkey showing her tits.

Barnacles growing on a rock on the beach. *geli*

Old skool.

Mini cycling park. Literally.
Everything there is miniature, including the road signs & traffic light.
That's me attempting a Godzilla.

The Disneyland mosque.

The Kuantan river.

Telok Cempedak beach.

The O.N.L.Y. club in town.

Goodness from north of the border! Kemaman Coffee.

My old house.
Spent a good 7 years there.

The bedroom window of many hopes & dreams.

Self-explanatory.

The only good chinese food around town.
That's pan seared venison meat in black pepper sauce btw, for those of you city folks whose only encounter with wild life is through watching Bambi & Jungle Book.

I eat them.

The pseudo-disco for underaged kids.

Obligatory photo: Kuantan Starbucks @ Megamall.

Bf's fav dish of the whole trip: Curry powder bread & eggs.

Gotta get back to work.
To be continued...

M.I.L.F (s)

2006-12-28T13:23:00.000+08:00

Through my daily consultation with the 'Goss'pel celebrity tabloid blogs on the Holy Trinity (www), I've stumbled upon a thought about compiling my own 'List of the year' for 2006.

One interesting list, for sure, would be the MILF category for our fellow Hollywood Goddesses.
For me, the one most important attribute to being a MILF is definitely the F factor of it all..

So here's my personal opinion:

Pikachew's Top 10 MILF of the Year 2006

10. Heather Locklear
MILF Factor: Was once married to Richie Sambora (Bon Jovi-ian) a rocker. A rocker's wife is the ultimate hotness!

9. Faith Hill
MILF Factor: With that raspy country voice and looking like an adult version of a barbie doll, she's the Country Music momma of the century!

8. Jennifer Garner
MILF Factor: Married to an equally hot Ben Affleck, her sweet face + fantastic physic is nothing short of Alias greatness & Daredevil beauty.

7. Gwen Stefani

MILF Factor: New mom on the block, with probably the fastest weight loss of all the new celebrity moms yet! She's like the rocker chick mom you don't mind bringing to rock concerts and then having wild kinky groupie sex with afterwards!

6. Denise Richards

MILF Factor: 2 words - Wild Thing. Good on her for divorcing Charlie Sheen. She's seriously too hot for him!

5. Liz Hurley

MILF Factor: She's like, probably the most glamourous woman alive today that can rival the women of glamour hey-days like Audrey Hepburn & Liz Taylor. Even her cleavage is massive first-class! She's the kind of sophisticated mom that you'd wanna play dirty with, just to hear that haughty moan..

4. Brooke Burke

MILF Factor: Don't know much about what she do other than being the host of RockStar. But she definitely has one helluva body!! With a sexy face like that and piping hot curves, she's the kind of mom even older men dream of screwing!

3. Kate Beckinsale

MILF Factor: I'm not really a fan of her movies, but you gotta admit, for a woman with an adolescent daughter, she is dammmnnn sexy! I mean, check out those legs that are never ending and those round round tits!

2. Heidi Klum

MILF Factor: I've been her fan ever since her modelling days... She looks gorgeous with child, without child & even during pregnancy. Her hotness can withstand even after 3 children and that my friends, is respect! After all those fugly babies with Seal, her body & beauty can still maintain that fuckability. Damn respect...

And the winner is....

1. Angelina Jolie

MILF Factor: With her Rainbow Family concept, she's really doin' it with style & sexiness! With Brad Pitt by her side, she's the epitome of the perfect MILF of our world today. And I really need not emphasize more on her BJ lips, flawless skin, bedroom eyes, and so-wrong-yet-so-right body. And since she's the winner, I shall indulge you all with more of her pics..

Fin.

I miss my long hair...

2006-12-26T12:46:00.000+08:00

At least I don't look so fat...

*siiiggghhhh*....

Kill me.

-_-

2006-12-26T10:16:00.000+08:00

It's Tuesday and it's back to work...

Had a hard time getting up this morning...

Dragged my sleepy ass to work in a half-assed attempt to look awake and presentable...

Reached office only to find that I have no work to do, which makes things worse, because then I'll be falling asleep in my chair..!

Office is quieter than my bedroom, which does not help either.

I really don't know how I'm gonna get through the day...

I miss Xmas... and my bed.

Tis the season

2006-12-22T14:31:00.000+08:00

Deck the halls with bottles of whiskey
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
'Tis the season to be drunky
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la

Don we now our gay apparel
Fa-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la.
Make friends with a tranny called Carol
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la.

See the yummy food before us
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Screw the diet, be a walrus
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la

Eat till your weight can't be measured
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Have a smoke too for that matter
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la

My oh my how fast time passes
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Still the same old fat big asses
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la

Come my friends, let's wish each other
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Merry Xmas, my brothers & sisters
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la

Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la!!!!

Urgent request: Wish List statement

2006-12-21T12:48:00.000+08:00

Afternoon Mr. Clause,

Please find in this email, a compilation of expectations & requirements for the upcoming event a.k.a. Project 'Xmas', FYA.

Expectations:

Attire for all North Pole Inc. staff has to be red. A similarly colored cap / hat is required, as well as the obligatory white fur lining on the attires that signify snow.
Please be punctual for event, which will commence at the sight of the North Star on the midnight of 24th December 2006. Your Reindeer spaceships will be ready for you 2 hours prior to the event.
As per Regulation 6.7 of the Humananitarian Act of 2001, you and your team will not be required to climb in from the chimneys. A duplicated set of Master Keys will be passed on to you by Mr. He-Man of the Universe company, to be used for access to all residential abodes.
As this is a global initiative and for security reasons, you and your team will not be allowed to reveal your identities, in case of competitor sabotage. A list of competitor's houses will be passed to you, so that they will not be approached, e.g. Tooth Fairy, Easter Bunny, etc.
We would like to achieve minimal harrasment charges or complaints from the public regarding theft, undelivered presents, and unsatisfactory gifts reported compared to last year. Our target for 2006: 5 billion.
Target penetration of the global market still stand at 50 billion pax worldwide.

Requirements (based on survey from 100bil individuals):

Most popular wish - World Peace
Most popular toy (male category) - PS3
Most popular toy (female category) - Wentworth Miller of Prison Break

Hope to see you at the brainstorming meeting tomorrow for Next Year's Chinese Lunar New Year Campaign with Mr. Choy San Yeh.

If you have any queries, we can sort it out then.

Cheers.

God.

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Merry Xmas everyone.

PMS Weekend

2006-12-18T11:42:00.000+08:00

The title just about sums up the gist of it.

Got pissed (early) on Friday night on beer, and fell straight to sleep when I reached home...

Woke up at noon, felt angsty coz I wasted my Saturday morning & had a splitting hangover...
Things were la-di-da during brunch untill my mom called halfway through my food saying she was already at Pantai Hillpark waiting for me..
Super irritated coz I wasn't even expecting my parents untill evening (or at least that was what she told me). And now I had to chow my food down hurriedly to meet them before my dad starts getting a fit.

And did you check the weather on Saturday?
SUPER HOT SUPER SAIYA SUPER IDIOT DRIVERS EVERYWHERE.

So like that lor, finally met my parents in world breaking record speed, then we headed down to Cheras to my Auntie #7's new house (which was the whole purpose for my parent's trip).

The new house was not too bad... Big, spacious, corner lot, new neighbourhood.. but one thing I damn don't like... too hot!! The relatives just moved in so no air cond installed yet...

Which made a bloody sticky, humid and sweaty 3 hours sitting in the living room listening to aunty chatter as my mom and her sister catch up with the family gossip. Which made Pikachew an extremely bored and restless HoBo. One thing was going through my escapist mind: If I can't even stand sitting here, how to tahan spending the night??!!! AArRrRGgGhHHhHHhhhh...!!

I had to leave. I had to fucking hatch up a plan fast and take hostages with me if I had to (in this case it's my brother by default. He's more like the scapegoat most times but yea whatever it is, he's basically the victim).

So the plan was to escape home after dinner and promise to come back for breakfast the next day...
The parents bought it coz the house *was* pretty humid even for their standards, and not like there was much furniture around either.

So then I thought Saturday night was gonna be a blast coz:
a) I got to drive the new family car around - the black canary, i mean, Kenari.
b) I have the hostage a.k.a Botak who also happens to be my accomplice.
and c) The Bf didn't have any plans so we can hang out at someplace awesome that I won't have to pay for!

...

Or so I thought for c) anyway..

Turns out Bf & gang were going to Bond for Saz's damn-last-min leaving for work on Sunday afternoon self-imposed going away party. N also for some underaged chick's bd. wtf.

But I was all cool and shit about that coz there's always the movies right?
So off me & Botak went to BU look for midnight movie.

That was when b) got bombed, coz there were absolutely no movies to watch. I kid you not.
Everything was either sold out or about 3-5 random seats left. Even cicak man selling fast!
Sweet Santa Clause & Gay Rudolf.

So then last resort for the night (we couldn't go clubbing coz no proper attire and we hada to wake up early next day)... was Starbucking!
Which is what we eventually did, albiet a bit boringly...

I mean, Botak was having fun chatting online with the gf, and I was happily flipping through the latest Hot magazine.. But becoz it was just the 2 of us, I started getting sleepy.

Then in the most potong steam fashion of the millenium, we both went back to Pantai to sleep at 2am on a fabulous Saturday night...

S.I.G.H.

The next day was even worse.

Sunday brunch was boring... Only entertainment I had was my baby cousin (whose a natural camwhore btw).
Had to practically beg my parents to let me go home in the afternoon, giving them the excuse that I was planning to go gym.

I was in a bad mood from 2pm onwards after that when i finally got home.
It felt like I've totally wasted my weekend, running around like a headless chicken, rushing for this, rushing for that, sitting around listening to irrelevant things..
I'm already doing all that at work during weekdays, man!

Even the Bf kena my tsunami wave of PMS.

Then my period came just as I was sub-dueing into a calmer mood.

Ala.. Patutlah mood macam pontianak & muka macam babi kena sembelih... Rupa-rupanye auntie visit, bukan I visit auntie! ahak-ahak-ahak!

As soon as the crimson tide took over, my overall mental health was pretty much stabilized.

Bf bought me a nice hearty dinner at Chili's, just the 2-of-us which was quite rare nowadays, to make-up for not spending time with me the whole week, which was very sweet of him. A very loving gesture.

I guess that was all I needed at the end of the day... :)

Nigel's BD Tani Session @ Bed

2006-12-16T12:21:00.000+08:00

This is another overdued post.

Last Saturday was basically getting Nigel drunk day, so off we went to Bed, Heritage Row to test new toilet...

The pictures here will depict the string of events that led to Nigel Gan's destruction:

Phase 1: Still Standing

Muka steady #1: Can still camwhore with the Bohemian HoBo

Muka steady #2: Can still do the gay thang with Saz..

Muka steady #3: Can still ber-posing with the Bf.

Muka steady #4: Lan Yau Ying...

Attention, we interrupt this program for a Pikachew posing session...
Your patience is appreciated...
Arigato Gozaimasu.

Us.

Lalala...

Dum dee dum...

OK, Program continues...

Phase 2: The battle begins...

First we played the a couple of rounds of the ritualistic drinking card game.

Ze Bottle

Then we spiked him up with some Flaming ride, just when he thought it was the end of the road!

Muka half 'pei'

By now, our mission was almost accomplished, so we decided to down some sambukas to celebrate the achievement.

Phase 3: Drunk pic taking time!

Shitface #1

Shitface #2

Shitface #3

Shitface #4

Trying to get shit in face.

Mission accomplished!

Happy Birthday Old Man.

:)

Single's Party 2006

2006-12-16T11:39:00.000+08:00

Damn long time never update blog... Super duper busy, cannot recognize mother that type.

For those of you who didn't make it for the Single's Party I organized last weekend, here's some pics of those who came and what we did:

Who showed up:

Ellise (Colleague) and her boyfriend Reagen brought his brother John to the party.
Reagan & Elise are one of those nice couples that you don't mind having around for social events. Real cool, real nice!

From left: Chin Hooi, Erick and Najiy

From left: Eric, Kenny, Fairuz (I think??)

Sazman's Posse (from left): Azman, Choy Hoong, Beefcake Onn, Julian and the pimp himself

My colleague Joyce Wong on the furthest right, and her friends Celine and Samantha.
They left quite early btw, quite potong steam.
Not sure if I wanna invite them again if I ever do organize one.

From left: Jean, Christine, Maxine and Chin Hooi the cam whore.
These are my 'clubbing' friends from the heydays.
Or at least some of their ex-bfs were...

Choo Ling!!!!
She deserves a portrait photo.
What a gal...

Fairil & Aimann (Sazman's debauchery bros)

The Activities:

There was the drinking challenge:

There was the 'buying girls a drink' challenge:

Disclaimer: The 2 acts below were not part of the organizer's initiative.

Overall, it was quite enjoyable...

To the Boss upstairs: I *would* be kinda nice to get some extra karma points for this.. Respect to Cupid, man...

Kill Me

2006-11-29T13:53:00.000+08:00

I'm not in the best of moods today, despite having watched Happy Feet last night for the 2nd time.

Was generally ok untill I woke up this morning:

- Discovered my car ear apendages gave way *again*, even though I used a gazillion miles of marking tape.

- Got lost on the way to work (took a diff route to try & beat the traffic).

- Was late for work anyway, so decided to park in the building which charges by the hour, EVEN THOUGH i already have a monthly parking spot opposite the road but i have no choice coz i'd be damn damn damn late if i park elsewhere now.

- Found my desk was cleared of all my files on top & under it coz of some tiuniaseng 'wellfuckingbeing week' that we were compliant to follow some chowcibai RULE (wat else is there?) in which we cannot have things lying around the floor or desk top incase if there was a kannineh fire broke out in the office, we wouldn't be too retarded to trip & fall & get stuck at our goddamn motherfucking desk & perish in the fire & make our parents rich from the negligence lawsuit to the bank later.

- Spent almost the entire morning trying to retrieve my desk belongings from everywhere. Getting them back into their original messy state is not an easy feat ok...

- And just as I thought a quiet peaceful lunch at Starbucks was a wicked idea, halfway through my sandwich, I felt a sudden wave of drowsiness hit me.. Son of a Britney...

So now here I am after lunch hour at my desk, eyelids heavy & mouth yawning...

Half a day more to go...

S
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Of feet, ears, greens & horns

2006-11-27T21:06:00.000+08:00

The week that passed was somewhat eventful...

Here are the high'limbs' of whats happened:

'Ears'
Was rushing in the weekday traffic when I hit a stationery car & broke my MyVi left side mirror.
The whole damn thing's hanging by the wiring now.
When I went to check out the price of a new ear, it costs around RM200, coz I can't just replace the broken plastic part, I have to change the whole damn thing.
And all ears come in black. I'll have to respray it myself.
sssiiiggghhhhhh.......... *moths flying out of the wallet*
I'll definitely be getting another earful from my parents when they find out the next time i go home.

'Feet'
Went to watch the movie Happy Feet on Saturday night.
Damn 7 cute.
Damn 7 farnee.
Damn 7 good storyline.
Damn 7 wanna kencing halfway thru the movie.
Damn 7 feel like watching it again.

'Greens'
I have a feeling I'll be extremely broke this December.
Not only coz of the Van Gogh episode with my car, but also from my credit card spending.
Being a novice credit card user, I was happily swiping away this month.
My credit card bills came to a whooping RM600+ in my statement!!!
Though thankfully I've kept a bit of money aside for it.
But then xmas is coming... o_O

'Horns'
Friday evening was spent oogling at girls @ Laundry Bar, with Saz, Julian & Onn.
Being the only girl at the table didn't stop the guys from practically chanting 'I am horny' everytime a chick passes by.
After that me & Saz met up with Bf at Cafe Flam @ Sunway, right after the Kancil's awards.
Bf didn't win anything & he was feeling rather down. *Lok card to buy drinks to cheer him up*
So off we went to Muskeet @ Heritage Row for more drinking! Picked up Ian & Justin along the way.
*Lok card again for drinks, see where this is going?*
After 3 outlets, 3 jugs of beer, 10 tequila shots & a bottle of Chivas later, we were ALL horny & happy.
Tells a lot about how easily contented we can get about life, innit?

********

Anywho, just yesterday TheoChew & Saz were sitting around talking about all things horny, when it suddenly struck me 'Hey, why can't I organise a single's party too?'

I mean, I don't know how well the likes of Jamie has done hers, but since I have wwaaayyy too many single frens lying around, might as well make use of the opportunity to be ultra-sampat-match-maker.

I sent out a couple of smses last night to a few ppl I know who I *think* are likely to have big social circles (yes, you, you lucky friend you), can help me make this event more diverse & exciting.

I'm still planning the venue & date, but it'll most likely be at Alexis, Bangsar.

Either this Friday or next. Depending on the responsiveness of my so-called MPOCs (Main Point of Contact, yes, you, you lucky friend you).

I've got a couple of rules sorted out:

Single's Party
Proudly organised by: TheoChew Bhd

Definition of Single : Meaning not attached (no current steady gf or bf).
Definition of Party: An event held in a controlled environment where people get to mingle *cough pick up* among others with the similar interests *ahem get laid* and polish their social skills via various means of interaction *clears throat get drunk*.

Objective: Singles + Party = Hook up = Never be lonely for the rest of your life.

Why it will work: Some might find this kinda thing cheesy, but u know, at least everyone at the party is somehow connected so no worries of date rape & stuff...

Terms & Conditions:

The MPOCs have to submit all guests names to organiser, with proof of frenship / social connection to the guests. Closing date for submission of names - Wednesday 29th Nov
MPOC will be responsible for the safety & wellbeing of their own guests, in event of violance & drunked disorderliness.
Party rule #1: MPOC is expected to introduce their guests to the organisers 1st & foremost at the party.
Party rule #2:After that, organisers / MPOCs must bring the guests around the party & introduce to EVERYONE there.
Party rule #3: No bunching or huddling in own groups at the party.
Besides the party fees (see fees & charges below), party guests are more than welcomed to buy their own drinks or buy other guests more drinks.
Dress code: MPOCs & organisers must wear red to distinguish themselves as non-players in the party.Guests can wear any colour they wish except red.

Fees & charges:

If Male guest: A RM50 - RM75 (depending on venue) will be paid to organiser for 'base drinks' e.g open 1 or 2 bottles for everyone to share.
If female guest or MPOC: Pay your own entrance fee (if at a pub/club/disco), or bring a snack/drinks if the party is hosted at a private residence.

That's all I have for now...

SO!
If any of you reading this would be interested to hop on the wagon, just gimme a buzz (if you have my number) or email/msg me here.

If you have friends who might be interested, I can appoint you as a MPOC.
Whatever it is, don't miss out on this opportunity!

Ta!

Kancil

2006-11-24T18:46:00.000+08:00

Tonight is Kancil awards.

The bf submitted a couple of stuff...

I hope he wins something then he can leave the current company & earn more money to support me.
*muahaha*...

Or should I be hoping he behaves himself, since I'm not attending this year.

...

Nnnaahhh, I hope he wins.

Good luck baby!

I'll be praying to Lisa-god for you..

^_^

Me

2006-11-23T19:31:00.000+08:00

I think most of you haven't seen my new hairstyle or yuppie make-over yet.

Nah!

Sorry, haven't done much camwhoring these days...

So Close

2006-11-21T14:46:00.000+08:00

This song is damn emo...

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Rascal Flatts - What Hurts The Most

I can take the rain on the roof of this empty house
That don’t bother me
I can take a few tears now and then and just let them out

I’m not afraid to cry every once in a while
Even though going on with you gone still upsets me
There are days every now and again I pretend I’m ok
But that’s not what gets me

What hurts the most
Was being so close
And having so much to say
And watching you walk away
And never knowing
What could have been
And not seeing that loving you
Is what I was tryin’ to do

It’s hard to deal with the pain of losing you everywhere I go
But I’m doin’ It
It’s hard to force that smile when I see our old friends and I’m alone

Still Harder Getting up, getting dressed, livin’ with this regret
But I know if I could do it over
I would trade give away all the words that I saved in my heart
That I left unspoken

What hurts the most
Is being so close
And having so much to say
And watching you walk away
And never knowing
What could have been
And not seeing that loving you
Is what I was trying to do

What hurts the most
Is being so close
And having so much to say
And watching you walk away
And never knowing
What could have been
And not seeing that loving you
Is what I was trying to do

Not seeing that loving you
That’s what I was trying to do

Tit bits

2006-11-20T12:22:00.000+08:00

What's the average number of occasions do you show your tits or private parts to strangers, that has nothing to do (directly) with sex? E.g gynae visits, childbirth & stuff?

Since i started going to the gym & the slimming spa, I think my full monty encounters are enough to last me 2 lifetimes. Both for myself and the other person.

The scene at the gym is sometimes not very pleasant.
The gwaipohs almost always walk around the changing rooms stark naked. And when they hit the sauna or steam room, they open their legs wide wide somemore, as though to remind you how a flesh eating 100-year-old rafflesia would look like if it was a parasite that hosted itself on humans.

As for the conservatives like moi, you'd think being from a swimming background, you'd get used to seeing pepets all over the place. Not really. I'm still not quite comfortable showing my privates even to doctors.

And it really doesn't help that I look like a layered cheescake underneath.

The last time I attempted to 'let loose' and bare my tits in the steam room, my self-esteem was quickly steam-rolled by a hot malay chick soaping her honey cream colored svelte body in the corner. I hate her.

At the slimming spa or clinics, you're the stripper of the day.
Sometimes I feel like such a dirty slut, shamelessly baring my sexual canvas to women & men who would in turn unabashedly poke, grab, touch me like it's not their job that they have to suffer through hours of eye sore looking at imperfection & body odour.
Other times I feel helpless, like those dreams where I walking around town naked.

Exposing my vulnerabilitits.

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The scariest encounter for me was at 14, when I was barely growing the buds.

Being a paranoid freakazoid (still am one today), I discovered a lump on the left side of my tit that I thought needed to be examined.
A side note to young readers or virgins: At 14, it's most probably my actual breasts growing & not some cancerous cyst, like this dumb dumb here concluded. Please do not be alarmed & attempt to do anything about it whatsoever. You will regret it for life. TRUST ME.
So anyway, off I went with my dad (yes, nothing gets weirder than this) to a GH for a breast exam.

Long story short, since the doctors couldn't figure out what's wrong with me (DUH), I was sent to a couple of clinics & hospitals for alternate opinions. At this point, I was probably baring my tits to about 6 people now.

At the end of that day, at my last hospital visit, was where the horror began.

First off, a chinese lady Dr checked me. I was lying there with my top off on the bed in her office, accompanied by another nurse.

After a routine breast exam, she excused herself from the room & told me to stay put.
When she returned, she brought a WHOLE GROUP OF YOUNG INTERN DOCTORS in with her, supposedly for an 'observation' or whatchamacallit.

.... -_-"" ....

can_die.com.my/embarassing gila babi/wanted to vapourize there and then.wtf

So there I lay, this 14 year old girl, terrified for her life as a bunch of young people in white coats take turns touching her little bumps.
And nodding every now & then as the Chinese Dr explained some medical term for the condition 'this-girl-is-too-stupid-to-realise-she's-growing-breasts-so-let's-fondle-them-a-little-to-kill-time-coz-we-still-have-5mins-before-lunch'.

The WORST part of it all was: There's ONE cute intern there. One is a big enough number to commit suicide.

And that, boys & girls, was the LAST time I EVER went for a breast exam. EVER.

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*Shudder*

Next time I'm getting the bf to check my breasts for me. And my rafflesia too!

Oh wait, he's already doing that.

Take That - Patience

2006-11-20T12:10:00.000+08:00

Favourite song of the moment... Long live Take That!!

Just have a little patience

I'm still hurting from a love I lost,
I'm feeling your frustration.
Any minute all the pain will stop.

Just hold me close inside your arms tonight,
don't be too hard on my emotions

(Chorus)
Cause I need time.
My heart is numb, has no feeling.
So while I'm still healing,
Just try and have a little patience.

I really wanna start over again,
I know you wanna be my salvation.
The one that I can always depend.

I'll try to be strong.
Believe me, I'm trying to move on,
It's complicated but understand me.

Cause I need time,
My heart is numb has no feeling,
So while I'm still healing,
Just try and have a little patience,
Yeah, have a little patience, Yeah

Cause these scars run so deep,
It's been hard,
But I have to believe.

Have a little patience,
Have a little patience, Woah,

Cause I, I just need time,
My heart is numb has no feeling,
So while I'm still healing, just try, and have a little patience,
Have a little patience,
My heart is numb has no feeling,
So while I'm still healing just try and have a little...

Patience

Babi Girl

2006-11-17T13:45:00.000+08:00

Just had an awesome pork noodle soup dish at lunch...

Was with KalvinBengkok, which was good coz I hated eating them pig kidneys and he offered to exchange them for liver.

I'm a pig kinda person. In more ways than one.

I dig everything & anything edible on a pig's body, for the exception of the kidney. If I was allowed to, I don't mind having it's darn dick for supper!

I don't know how some people can eat the kidney though... It reeks of urine!!!

I remember the first time I ate it. Was about 15 I think (I know it's kinda late age, but before that I only ate pig liver, stomach and intestines).
I mistook it for sotong, so I gleefully stuffed like two pieces in my mouth at one go. I almost barfed from the stench, if I wasn't afraid my dad would gimme a backhand for being potentially bulimic.

Just now at lunch, I attempted to fuck the phobia and give it another try.

Damn tak jadi.

As soon as I sunk my teeth into the soft textures of it, the piss mist went straight into the inner parts of my nostrils... YYYYUUUUUUCCCCKKKKK!!!!!

I spat it out & offered the unbitten parts to my lunch partner.

What... still food ok? Don't waste.

Especially babi. Best.

Dead ant, dead ant... dead ant (x5)

2006-11-16T12:46:00.000+08:00

It's lunch time in the office now.

The surrounding cubicles are all deserted.
The clickety clackety of my keyboard echoes through the office hallway.

I am alone.

And I am blogging.

*muahahhahahahahahahaha*

I'm gonna lluuurrve lunchtime from now on.

25 is the new 21

2006-11-15T17:42:00.001+08:00

First things first.

I'm not gonna apologize for not blogging or updating my life story to friends, family, pets, stalkers, whatnots. I now fill out that age group box that says '24 - 29' in application forms for god's sakes.. Do i really need to keep up with the low self-esteem & emo rambling anymore???

The answer is - yes.
25 is the new 21.
I'm still a sweet insecure 21-year old inside.

Just coz I hit 25 recently on Nov 1st (hint hint hint) doesn't mean I lose any entitlement to be childish, angry, ecstatic, horny or hungry.

So to commemorate the beginning of a new level of senility, I shall tell you the events that lead to this new blog transfer.

October 9th (Mon): Beginning of a new error.
- Most of you might've read about my 1st week at the new job here.
- It's been alright so far, but there are a few major stupidity happening in my office that I'll gladly share, just in case any of you decide to be a banker and ruin your social life. Or worse, decide to join this very same bank:

No heavy duty, over-priced and potentially cancerous toilet air freshener. They use pandan leaves instead. That means, if anybody takes a big-time shit, even your shirts will absorb the stench. I'd rather have nose cancer.
Smoking area is confined to the main lobby entrance, right next to the California Fitness gym. That means, as you puff away your life, you get to watch fit and supposedly healthy simpletons strut their stuff in & out of the gym. I think them 'powers that be' are trying to deploy a 'guilt' tactic. Not working. Gay men have nice bootays.
Lunch time conversation is as exciting as watching snails race. Not that I don't like my colleagues, they are generally nice people. But the lack of scandals & office gossips here is like denying me of my right to do what I do best: Be sampat. The most exciting piece of news I've heard recently that got everyone worked up was the new Cappuccino Vanilla flavor in the coffee machine.
Which brings us to the next stupidity. When even my pathetic ex-company has at least a decent pantry, imported coffee powder, a strong coffee machine and a coffee aunty to wash your cups for you, etc.. My new office has NONE of the above. NONE. BOH. TADAK. For all the money the company is hiring you for, they make you wash your own mugs/utensils/plates (which you BYO anyways), and they only let you drink cheap Nescafe beverages from a 30cents-a-cup press machine. Thank Krishna you don't actually have to put in goddamn coins to get your drink, it's free. Oh we have a tea-lady alright. But she just sits around and watch us make our own drinks. I dunno why they hire her for. Seriously.
Acronyms. Are. F.U.C.K.E.D.U.P. On my 2nd week, I was passed a list of acronyms that I was expected to memorize. I've no problems with that, but it just goes to show the extent of flexibility around here. Even the most simple things were abbreviated. Like C,G & P. As if it's damn hard to say Classic, Gold & Platinum. If it's a process name or system, I understand la, u know? KNNCCB.
And the most stupid one of all: The Internet web log. I though the ex-company was bad enough that we can't access game sites, in this new place, I can't even access friendster or check emails!!! hotmail, yahoo, gmail, u name it. All banned.

So with that, I have no choice but to move my rantings out to more accessible sites. Thank God they haven't blocked blogs.

November 1st (Wed): The more important date for human race in history.
- The bf threw me a not-so-surprising surprise party on my birthday eve. The sweetest part was the Eastin Hotel stay over. Yaww, kinky dai yo!! Kudos for his effort though, he got some good lovin' that night too..!! >.< - I spent the day-time of my birthday loitering around Midvalley:

Went Starbucking.
Got flowers from my office, at Starbucks.
Went for a reality check-cum-body consultation at Marie France. The lady told me I had 32% fats in my body, which officially puts me in the Fat category. Normal people have between 22 - 25% fats.
Went home, watched my Prison Break dvds.

So with all that, I've come to realize that being 25 doesn't make me anymore wiser than what I was 4 years ago. I'm still as vain, still as angsty, still as sotong. So much for quarter life crisis!

Though, there are a few things that I'm determined to improve on before the year is over. Sort of like a birthday resolution thingy...

Lose weight. For real. Goodbye crash diets and DIY aerobic tapes. Hello slimming centers, yoga classes & slimming products! (Who needs FOC college diet methods when you can actually PAY for overnight slimming alternatives??)
Show my naked body & orifices to strangers. I.e. get my teeth fixed, visit a gynae, etc.
Be more religious. Gotta give Seet a call about our next gig, man..
Get a Hep shot.
Donate blood.
Update my blog more. Not just for poser's sake, but just coz I can now in the office, with my new blog address. Muahaha...

So yea, that's that.