Saturday, March 31, 2007
1. I would have no PMS.
2. I would have no PMS and want to kill people.
3. I would have no PMS and want to kill people in a warped manner.
4. I would have no PMS and want to kill people in a warped manner (and by warped I mean cutting off their balls and feeding it to them.... verrrrrry slowly).
5. I would have no PMS and want to kill people in a warped manner (and by warped I mean cutting off their balls and feeding it to them.... verrrrrry slowly) AND I would not post this nonsense up.
(Oh crap too late)
(My mom says this picture is nice.)
Thursday, March 29, 2007
There are tiny lines on the wallpaper, but only smart people can see it. And no I have not heard of The Emperor's Robe. Heh heh. It's widescreen 1280 x 800
Monday, March 26, 2007
Kinda sucks that James Morrison was marketed as a singer-songwriter who is "raw" and "honest" and "sick of performing other people's songs" by Polydor, when in fact apparently he didn't write one single track on the CD himself. Boo sama Polydor! BOOOO!
But anyway, Morrison's voice is HOT. James Blundt's ballcount is officially down from 0 to -3958. Sorry dude.
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
And some happy news, and I suddenly miss Perhentian today. On separate and unrelated occasions this week, I have been asked:
"KAM LETS GO PERHENTIANNNNN KAM KAM KAM!!! June!! OKAY??" (Hui Ling)
Monday, March 19, 2007
Sunday, March 18, 2007
You know what I like most about the movie? The way the spears plunged swiftly into the Immortals' flesh, and the friction and the momentum before it was pulled back out with force. Whoaaaaaaaaa.
Poor elephants and rhino, though. Oh and the horses too.
Thursday, March 15, 2007
So you're running through the street. Suddenly in the back alley, you see a shifty figure coming towards you. It's a zombie!!! Holy guacamole! Your hands sweat and your heart races. The zombie moves closer to you and groans a horrible sound you never thought was possible (assuming you've never heard Hannah T sing). You can see the zombie's face now. The word "APPLE" appears beside the zombie's head. TYPE IT, TYPE IT!!!! Your shaky fingers spell out A-P-P-L-E on the keyboard, and BAM! the zombie falls back as if you shot it with a sniper. But the zombie regains its strength and groans again, coming at you with greater speed!!
M-O-N-E-Y!!!!!!! storm your fingers furiously (without the exclamation marks of course). BAM!
C-I-T-R-U-S!!!!!!!!! BAM BAM!!
The zombie's head is blown off in a bloody mess (wow you're good). That should keep him out of the way.
And that's just Level One, my friend. Ohohoho, you're laughing, aye? We'll see who's laughing when you get to Level Three, where the zombies come in larger numbers, and you will get "KALEIDOSCOPE" or "XYLOPHONE" or "REMINISCENCE"!!!
And what about Level Five, you will get full sentences like these????
One of the Bosses.
And let's see if you're good enough for BONUS LEVEL:
Ermm... nostril oil??
Yeah, buster. Go onnnn laughing. We'll see who's laughing last.
*tightens keyboard shoulder straps with one swift move*
Can You Keep A Secret?
Of course I have secrets.
Of course I do. Everyone has a few secrets. It's completely normal. I'm not talking about big, earth-shattering secrets. Not the-president-is planning-to-bomb-Japan-and-only-Will-Smith-can-save-the-world type secrets. Just normal, everyday little secrets.
Like, for example, here are a few random secrets of
mine, off the top of my head:
1. My Kate Spade bag is a fake.
2. I love sweet sherry, the least cool drink in the
3. I have no idea what NATO stands for. Or even
exactly what it is.
4. I weigh 128 pounds. Not 118, like my boyfriend, Connor, thinks. (Although, in my defense, I was planning to go on a diet when I told him that. And, to be fair, it is only one number different.)
Thanks, Sophie Kinsella. Although your heroines are mostly the same klutzy daydreaming women who want to be 'cool' but run their mouth unintentionally and have big hearts AND think that their breasts are small, you still made me laugh a couple of times. Heh heh.
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
Heheh. Pixelgirlpresents rocks. Although I sometimes accidently type PIXIEgirlpresents.com and thank goodness it's not some site that would get me fired at work for. Darned pixie girls.
Someday I will find wallpapers that represent all of my friends. SOMEEEEDAYYYYY. HUahuHAUAhuHAAHuauhaHAHAA!
Monday, March 12, 2007
And it got me really depressed. The book is a collection of short stories set in the future, around 2155AD or so. I think Ray Bradbury is quite a genius. The book was written in 1950 (my mom wasn't even born yet!), but it talked about the future having chairs that massaged you, machines that did all the cooking for you, and Virtual Reality playrooms that turned the whole room into whatever you wanted. Anyway. There is a lot of philosophy and human psychology in the stories. Put humans anywhere-- the past, the present, or the future-- and our nature doesn't change.
There's a story about astronauts being thrown into space after a meteor tears their spaceship apart. So there they are, about seven of them, all scattered in the loneliness of space. They are too far from each other to see anyone, and the only thing they can hear is each other's voice on the radio. So they just wait to die. Some go into shock. Some get their limbs torn off by passing meteors. But basically they just wait to die, because there's all there is to do, in the loneliness of space.
Then there's stories about Mars and how exiles and black people were sent there, how it never stops raining in Venus, and how humans try to live on those lands when the end of Earth happens. How does the end happen, you say? There's the atom war, there's the invasion of greater intelligence, there's our self destruction when the machines take over, and then there's just the one where the world just ends. Like that.
There's even a story about Jesus in it, if you can accept science fiction written about Him. He doesn't change, but Bradbury merely puts Jesus in a different time and space, with a little "What if?".
The future isn't a happy place to be in. I'm still rather depressed about it all.
So I'm reading Can You Keep A Secret (Sophie Kinsella) now. Yeah. Like Jean says, to neutralise The Illustrated Man. Thank God for chic lit.
I still think The Illustrated Man is a rather brilliant read, although it got me all depressed. The last time I got this depressed reading a book was with Smokes & Mirrors (Neil Gaiman). I didn't feel like talking for a few days, and I just wanted to lie in my bed and hold the book and think about the stories. Then Confessions Of A Shopaholic (Kinsella, again) saved me. Haha.
Friday, March 09, 2007
Battle of the Babes (BOBAS) - Round 1
adrian: boring lah
entertain me quick
Chingz: me damn bored too
hannah tan or stephanie chai
adrian: who the heck is stephanie chai?
adrian: in any case
anyone but hannah
she's like the pamela anderson of msian entertainment now
stephanie chai or sarah tan
adrian: sarah definitely
Chingz: sarah tan or denise
adrian: sarah also
Chingz: sarah tan or amber chia
adrian: sarah also
Chingz: sarah tan or big bird
man this is a tough one
Thursday, March 08, 2007
Monday, March 05, 2007
Friday, March 02, 2007
Hand was damn itchy already, so sent this mail out during lunchtime:
Sent: Thursday, March 01, 2007 12:23 PM
The Illustrated Man
Good day. Would you be able to check for me if your outlet in
The Curve has the book "The Illustrated Man" by Ray Bradbury? I am desperately
looking for the book and would appreciate any assistance from your
Thank you and hope to hear from you
About six hours later...
From: Lisa Liew
Sent: Thursday, March 01,
2007 06:43 PM
Subject: The Illustrated Man
Great News. We have the book at RM32.90. However, it is
currently available only at Berjaya Times Square. But if you wish, we could
transfer the book to the Curve for your convenient pickup. Kindly advise. We
hope to hear from you.
WEEEEEHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!! *beam beam beam* :D !!!
Thursday, March 01, 2007
She looked at the cat as it neared the bedroom door.
"Don't come in," she said. The cat calmly walked in, its velvety paws silencing its actions. It walked up to the cupboard and peered through the cupboard door which was slightly ajar.
"Is is a lizard?" she asked the cat.
The cat kept silent. It extended it's white paw and pulled the door open a little wider. Then it slid its body between the crack and disappeared behind the cupboard door.
She didn't move, expecting to hear a struggle between the cat and the lizard-- but there was no sound. She walked cautiously towards the cupboard and pulled the door wide open.
The cat was perched on one of the cupboard racks. There was no lizard.
"What are you doing there?" she asked, and said, "Come out, you silly cat."
She reached out her hand and carried the cat out. "What were you sitting on?" she asked, as she peered into the cupboard rack.
She picked it up and turned it over. It was a picture of them.
"Meowie," she sighed. "Why?"