Archives for 2005

saham plunged by the star

As you may know, I just came back yesterday. I didn’t know about The Star’s In-Tech article until FA sms-ed me and told me. And again as you may know, it is rather difficult to purchase a copy of The Star in Singapore. So I had no idea what the article was about, I had no idea which photo appeared etc UNTIL 5 mins ago when I went to SixthSeal.com.

CAN YOU SAY OMFG?!?!?!?!?

There it is again, my full name in print but that’s not the horrifying mofo thingjamony.

LOOK AT THE INSET PHOTOGRAPH!!!!
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The Star InTech PPS bash
Photo curi-ed from Huai Bin
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I think my saham just plunged and reached rock-bottom. I am ugly but I am not that ugly!!!

THE STAR SCARED AWAY ALL MY PROSPECTIVE BOYFRIENDS!!!!

This cannot do… this cannot do at all..

Must… think… of… solution… to…. cover… damage… done…

back from singapore

Getting better now, cheers 😀

I met up with the Ed and he brought me to this place called Paulaner. The Ed’s a premium member of that place and one of the perks is that he gets to drink from ‘his own’ mug.

Edwin hearts his Paulaner... mug

Me being just the tourist drinks from the ordinary glass but it wasn’t so bad; actually it was GREAT!

My first introduction to Paulaner

We also had sausages… they were YUMMY!

sausages

I like the third one from the left the most. The first from the right ain’t bad either. But the second from the right’s got girth! W00t!!!

*snaps back to reality”

Suanie and Edwin in Singapore 02

Suanie and Edwin in Singapore 01

I also went to this club called ‘Thumper’. The resident band was SO FUCKING GOOD, WHY OUR KL NIGHT SPOTS NEVER HIRE PEOPLE WHO CAN ACTUALLY SING?!?!?!?

When I felt better I did some shopping. Bought books, some clothes, this that.

Back from shopping (but it ain't mine)

Hahaha nah those weren’t mine. But it’s fun to pretend.

Back to normality.

pps bash was ons!

So many photos, so many people blogged (and will blog) about it.

So many familiar faces, so many new friends.

So much laughter, so much hunger (until food arrived).

So blur yet so happy.PPS 2nd Anniversary - Collage 1

PPS 2nd anniversary - Collage 3

Things I wanted to do, should have done, but didn’t :

  • Circulate a bit more to meet more people. I know you shy, but I shy too. All shy shy together lah!
  • Taken a photograph with Aiz. He so cute!
  • Brought my horns. Wanted to but last minute forgot about it as I was late.
  • Ate more of the birthday cake. IT WAS TOP NOTCH DELICIOUS SIAL!!!!
  • Followed Kenny back to his hotel NYAH NYAH NYAH! Oklah, I think he’s going to be really scared of me from now on.

PPS 2nd Anniversary - Collage 3

PPS 2nd anniversary collage 2

PPS 2nd anniversary - Collage 4

Congratulations to the winners, you all rock!
Those who didn’t win, you all rock too!
Those who were nominated but didn’t get into the final three, you all also rock!
Those who weren’t nominated, you all lagi rock!
Those who were there, you all rockers!
Those who weren’t there, you all rocketest!

I LOVE PPS!

And EVERYONE wants to get it on with Kenny and Huai Bin!!!

PPS 2nd anniversary - Collage 5

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pps 2nd anniversary bash! bash me!

Shake yer bon bon Shake yer bon bon Shake yer bon bon…

The PPS 2nd Anniversary bash is going to be held at a place I’d never been to, located on a street I’d never heard of, but heyyyyy it’s alllllrrrrighttttttt.

I’d already said I’d go, signed up and everything and I shall be bringing ONE MYSTERY GUEST!

Actually the person is not really shrouded in veils of mystery but it sounds more exciting that way.

The last I checked, a lot more people are confirming their attendance, so you bet it’s not going to be a small quiet dinner.

WHO IS COMING?!

Lots of people stuck in KL and lots of out-of-towners! There’s minishorts, Gabriella, IreneQQQ, luciala, eyeris, return of the Mack, Kenny Sia, da 6th Seal and many many many many many more!

When is this going to happen, you ask?

Well people, make your calendars free for :

You can get more details from the sign-up page.

EVERYBODY CUMMMMMMM COMEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Now when it’s a party (or gathering if you will, same thing), one of the main things to fret about is, WHAT TO WEAR?!?

This question has been playing around in my mind ever since I decided to go. As you know, choice of clothing is of utmost importance as the first impression is almost always the decider on whether or not you get talked to. You know lah… sort of like bloggers’ meeting like that, everyone with or without something to say will most certainly say it. I sure as hell do not want to get lost within the crowd, even more to be left hanging alone and ignored like a wilted wallflower. So you can see how very important this is, not just for me but for everyone else. If you haven’t given two hoots about it before, I suggest that you start worrying now.

But this is about me, right? So I had definitely given the matter A LOT of thought – more than a few restless nights than I care to admit, and finally came up with a few options for the evening.

First of all I want to be seen as welcoming. Even though I am not the host – actually I am not anyone important there but the idea is to create the illusion that I am important! And important people are always going around looking cool but totally approachable, definitely a sort of welcoming note embedded within their aura. That is why people go up and talk to them and that is how they become important and popular.

So I think I will give my ‘fuck off’ aura a rest for the night and go with ‘come talk to me me me me me!’ To achieve this, let me introduce to you something that has not seen the light for many many moons…

The Curtain

Don’t I look so welcoming already?

And to add to my beckoning allure, the curtain is designed to fit in as many people as possible!

Okay, maybe that is too in-yer-face. Some people might prefer a softer approach, like casual jeans but still totally cool. But since my ‘fuck off’ aura is precedently strong, maybe cartoons might make people see that, hey! I’m so warm and friendly and nice and all that jazz! Not because they are childish shy but maybe they need a topic so they could break the ice!

I’ve so already thought of that.

I’m so on your similar ground, dude!

The umbrella is on hand in case you are an umbrella fan. See, I think of EVERYTHING!

What a grand welcoming gesture! On the other hand it could be me constipating, but let’s not go there.

Or how about black? Everybody loves black. Black is so in. And black and white is totally sweet! Word!

Maximum loving y’all!

I ain’t got no bling but that don’t mean we ain’t getting crunked up!

‘Coz I’m a cool person. Like, totally. And if you ain’t gonna chea I’m gonna shoot the five outta ya. Biatch.

When there’s black there MUST be white! It’s like an unspoken thing, the Yin the Yang, the Michael Jackson. So how could I disappoint???

The green thing is from Escada some more ok…

What does white do? White represents what?

JUSTICE AND RIGHTEOUSNESS OF COURSE!!!

You can crack your heads thinking what that was but don’t hurt yourself.

Or maybe I could represent KL herself! A touch of old fashioned traditions and a wave of new culture! That would be like totally cool to be able to say “OI! I AM OLD AND NEW AT THE SAME TIME!” Then all these people see mehh, then they WAHHHHH by golly she is SO in TOUCH with MALAYSIA TODAY!

And I could provide entertainment during the bash as well! Of course my skills are not what they used to be but heck! Santana has to call ME sifu!

A stroke of brilliance, that was.

Perhaps cute and adorable might cut it? I mean, it’s not my usual platinum rampant rabbit to simper and whine in saccharine overkill mode BUT for the sake of PPS’s bash I WILL DO IT! O the mighty sacrifice to please and pander to all odds and ends in our picky finicky blogosphere!

Is that a simultaneous ‘oohhh ahhhhh awwwww’ that I hear? No it isn’t loud enough. Let’s raise the stakes. After all if you are going to die of sweetness overdose at our first meeting you might as well get a heart attack, either from utter happiness or incomprehensible shock.

R-I-P.

That was totally cute though.

And the last option is of course the colour RED. The Chinese say ang ang very lucky mah.

Who knows I might get lucky leh?

But then it might not be such a good idea. I mean, red is also a danger/keep out/hazard/warning sign what.

Decisions decisions…

No-lah, seriously if you see me there, just ignore me. I very shy one.

So come ah…

kalama sutra – the buddha’s charter of free inquiry

Seeing that it was the Buddha’s birthday and all, I would like to share my favourite sutra, The Kalama Sutra. Since young I figured that if I needed faith, at least let it be something I have certain control over.

So the Buddha was tripping along the dusty roads of India with his disciples in tow when He reached Kesaputta. The people of Kesaputta were called the Kalamas, like how the people of San Francisco were called hippies and people of KL jakun.

Now the Kalamas were a confused bunch, not unlike drivers today who can’t make up their minds whether to turn left, turn right, go straight or not go at all. They asked the Buddha,

“Dude, you look so smart and enlightened and shiny and all. Maybe you could show us the light on an issue that has been bothering us?

You see, there have been many other teachers, monks and what-not here in our town before you. Each tells us that their teachings are the real Haagen Daaz and the others are plain Walls. If they were from Amway or Cosway selling detergent we could easily slam the door in their faces, for we know that Dynamo is the best. But we figured that since we take our lives quite seriously, maybe we should not dismiss all these preachers condemning other preachers.

So who among them are telling the truth? Who among them are lying? Is it true that the one that shouts the loudest screams no lies?”

To which the Buddha replied,

“Yo listen up! It is true that the powers of marketing and branding are strong. Yet thou shalt not unnecessarily waste your hard earned money on inferior products. Who said that Dynamo was the best? Did you? Did you? Have you tried all the other detergent available in the market?

Myself, I prefer Attack.

Likewise in life, it is easy to be misguided by the mindless dribble frothing at the crooked mouths of unscrupulous agents. All of them want a commission in some manner or the other. But what has it got to do with you, O Kalamas?

Here forth I shall spout a few chosen words, which after I die shall be known as the basis of the Kalama Sutra.

Do not believe in anything simply because you have heard it.
Do not believe in traditions because they have been handed down for many generations.
Do not believe anything because it is spoken and rumored by many.
Do not believe in anything because it is written in your religious books.
Do not believe in anything merely on the authority of your teachers and elders.
Rely not on the teacher or person, but on the teaching.
Rely not on the words of the teaching, but on the spirit of the words.
Rely not on theory, but on experience.

But after observation and analysis, when you find that anything agrees with reason and is conducive to the good and the benefit of one and all, then accept it and live up to it.

So my young padawans, what think you?”

The only thought that was formed in the Kalamas’ minds was, “Damn Dynamo”.

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What is the point of this story being told the way it was?

My point of view is that people being people will continuously hold on to something for the sole reason of it being baseless.

Emotions, facades and so on; you believe just because you want to believe.

Even in Malaysia, a lot of people still hate the Japanese for their past atrocities. Children are taught to hate with passion; your grandmother/father/mother was brutally raped/killed/humiliated, it robbed you of someone you could have known, never mind that s/he would probably die of diabetes/cancer/heart attack long before you were born.

Similarly on home ground, a lot of kids were not allowed to play outside their own races. “The Malays are perverts, the Chinese are uncouth, the Indians are dirty, and everyone else is a bad bad bad stranger who would do unspeakable things to do because you are a Malay/ Chinese/ Indian/ Lain-lain.”

And so the cycle continues.

Tolerance is a virtue, understanding is a necessity.

Feel free to expound on this.

the fat diaries

My sister is always telling me, you can’t run away from things, you have to face them sooner or later.

OK. I am facing it. I am facing it now.

It is staring right back at me from the mirror.

Join me in my unedited journey to the Vogue world of Kate Moss (as if).

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Year 2001

Early part of the year. I brought my fatdoom from Batu Pahat.

Later part of the year. Nothing changed.

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Year 2002

Taken in January and March respectively. I sort of remained like that for the rest of the year.

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Year 2003

Ta-dahh! The gods decided to reward me by skinning a few pounds of my flesh.

But a few months later I ate too much again.

At the end of the year…

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Year 2004

Chubby.

Less chubby.

These things go up and down faster than the NASDAQ.

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Year 2005

As you can see, I didn’t waste any time on New Year’s Eve finishing all the chow.

Then I had to go had my hair curled, which left me in a state of very dry hair with split ends today.

So here I am now and still growing.

Call me for makan, thanks.

How to overcome procrastination

I’ll tell you next week!