Saturday, March 31, 2007

Sometimes I DO wish I was a man.

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

Suddenly it's Thursday! HOH!

Yesterday we had some retail therapy. Ok actually Cyn had MAJOR retail therapy. Heh heh. Anyway, don't feel chatty now, so here's a wallpaper I made yesterday. I've changed my laptop's desktop icons to cute cartoony ones from Pixelgirlpresents, so everything's all happy now, and I couldn't stop myself so I also made a wallpaper for my handphone. So now everything matches! I think I'll make a tshirt too. Oh and nametags. Yeah, those are cool. Mmm. Nametags.

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

James Morrison is a nice way to start a Monday; Blundt's ballcount reduces by leaps and bounds

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

Time to pick up Jean for dinner!

And some happy news, and I suddenly miss Perhentian today. On separate and unrelated occasions this week, I have been asked:

"Ching, wanna go Perhentian with us??? We going this Thursday. Take leave only lahhhh!" (Sen Hon the NohNesMonster)


"You like Perhentian right? Maybe we can go." (SK)

"What about an island vacation for our family?" (bro)

"Ya lah I miss Perhentian toooo, let's go back there againnn." (Jean)

Boy oh boy... the devil is out to get me!

Monday, March 19, 2007

Yes, I forgot to mention...

This makes the best first date movie ever, to date. Hee hee.

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

Type or Die!!!!

I was just thinking of Typing Of The Dead today.

Not for the weak-fingered.

It's a stupid the best geek vs zombie game. Imagine this. Your town is invaded by flesh-eating zombies, and you and your friends are the only people who can destroy these zombies and save the Earth! So what do you do?? You strap your trusty Logitech keyboard around your neck, and run out from our office (you're still dressed in your office clothes), and together, with your lightning keystrokes combined, you and your officemates will race against time to SAVE THE WORLD!

"Wow we like your style."

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!!

"POLAR" appears beside the zombie's abdomen.

"P-O-L-A-R!" you mumble as your fingers reach for the keys. BAM! The zombie stumbles. But it's still alive!!


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.

For now.

Jughead's brother.

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.)

... continue reading the excerpt

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

Hi people, this is Navin.

Navin, don't be rude. Say hi!

Heheh. Pixelgirlpresents rocks. Although I sometimes accidently type 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

I'm done with The Illustrated Man

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

Eh, where you going??

Yeah I know, I know. We ask you this every year. But you don't really have to leave, do you?

Battle of the Babes (BOBAS) - Round 1

boring lah
entertain me quick

Chingz: me damn bored too
k k
pop quiz
hannah tan or stephanie chai

adrian: who the heck is stephanie chai?

Chingz: -_-

adrian: in any case
stephanie chai
anyone but hannah
she's like the pamela anderson of msian entertainment now

Chingz: HAHAHA
stephanie chai or sarah tan

adrian: sarah definitely

Chingz: ok

Chingz: sarah tan or denise

adrian: sarah also

Chingz: sarah tan or amber chia

adrian: sarah also

Chingz: sarah tan or big bird

adrian: errrr
man this is a tough one

Chingz: HAHAHHA!

Thursday, March 08, 2007

Whoa nelly

Just found out that day that my phone can do this! Hurrah for not reading the user manual at the start. See? Little suprises of life. They don't happen everyday. Heheh.


Hurrah for lunch hours. Cheers, girls! Hehe

Monday, March 05, 2007

Like, whoah!

Office coffee is very nasty today.

Ho hum.

Monday's back

ISH. I just want to read Anansi Boys finish. Faster faster fasterrrrrr!!!!

Friday, March 02, 2007

Yesterday, someone named Lisa made my day

Hand was damn itchy already, so sent this mail out during lunchtime:

From: CNg
Sent: Thursday, March 01, 2007 12:23 PM
The Illustrated Man

Hi there,

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
kind staff.

Thank you and hope to hear from you


About six hours later...

From: Lisa Liew
Sent: Thursday, March 01,
2007 06:43 PM
To: CNg
Subject: The Illustrated Man

Dear Ching,

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.

Lisa Liew


Thursday, March 01, 2007

"The cat did it!"

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?"

Egad Friday!

Friday's almost here. Tonite is our last practice. Scared or not? Of course laaaa! See you guys there, we'll be the first band playing! :-D