When my friend was seven her dad told her that all words starting with 'F' was bad. So when her teacher wrote 'Farmer' on the blackboard she stated lecturing her teacher on the evils of swearing.
And she was sent to detention.
She never stopped swearing ever since.
Friday, July 15, 2005
Age Defenceless
While I was waiting for my CDs to burn I got talking to a make-up artist of whom I am on friendly terms with.
JO: "Eh eh, you've changed alot since I know you ah."
ME: "But Jo, I've only known you for six months."
JO: "Yalar, but can see the difference mah."
ME: "What? You mean I've put on alot of weight?"
JO: "Yalar."
ME: "Shit, Jo, I know but the funny thing is I weigh the same as I did last year."
JO: *pause to think* "Oh, like that ah... how old are you?"
ME: "24 going to 25. Why?"
JO: "Oh... you're aging."
ME: (OMFG! Thanks for the blardy honesty) "Shit, really ah? Then how?"
JO: "Don't worry. Things will get better."
ME: "Oh great, really? How does it?"
JO: "You accept it lor. Can't change already mah."
ME: (# #)*
To Jo, the best make-up guru I know but shit hell you're ruthless.
JO: "Eh eh, you've changed alot since I know you ah."
ME: "But Jo, I've only known you for six months."
JO: "Yalar, but can see the difference mah."
ME: "What? You mean I've put on alot of weight?"
JO: "Yalar."
ME: "Shit, Jo, I know but the funny thing is I weigh the same as I did last year."
JO: *pause to think* "Oh, like that ah... how old are you?"
ME: "24 going to 25. Why?"
JO: "Oh... you're aging."
ME: (OMFG! Thanks for the blardy honesty) "Shit, really ah? Then how?"
JO: "Don't worry. Things will get better."
ME: "Oh great, really? How does it?"
JO: "You accept it lor. Can't change already mah."
ME: (# #)*
To Jo, the best make-up guru I know but shit hell you're ruthless.
BoB
My colleague was having shoot today and I had my own business at the studio. There was a congregration of models by the make-up room having lunch. Some of them beautiful, most of them not. One particularly beautiful male strut next to me (of which we shall christen him as 'Bob' - 'Bold oh-so Beautiful'):
BOB: "Where's your accent from?"
ME: "Er ... Malaysia?"
BOB: "But it sounds like you got it from somewhere? Did you study overseas?"
ME: "Australia for two years doesn't give me a reason to have one."
BOB: "Well, it sounds kinda mixed."
ME: "You have an accent. You are of mixed parentage?"
BOB: "I'm mixed Italian with yada yada yada yada. (Pause) Are you mix?"
ME: (- -)* (Yes, you beautiful but stupid man, I'm Japanese American Australian Hokkien) "No."
BOB: "Hey, does this PC (though it's a MAC) go online?
ME: "Yes, it does. Do you need to use it?" (Sure, go right ahead while I stand aside and let you dwiddle with the computer eventhough I have 5 more CDs of work to burn.)
BOB: "I just want to show you my pictures."
ME: "There's no need. I know what you look like already." (At this point I think I might have crushed his ego like a bulldozer)
BOB: *fiddle *fiddle *fiddle* "Oh, can't get through the link. Hold on, there's another way... I know this sounds vain but google me."
ME: (*_*) *steps away from BoB before given the opportunity to strangle his slender fragile neck and be charged for homicide*
Models may be good-lookers and probably not-so-dumb but GAWD do they have the ego the size of Texas.
Time to upgrade my dozer.
BOB: "Where's your accent from?"
ME: "Er ... Malaysia?"
BOB: "But it sounds like you got it from somewhere? Did you study overseas?"
ME: "Australia for two years doesn't give me a reason to have one."
BOB: "Well, it sounds kinda mixed."
ME: "You have an accent. You are of mixed parentage?"
BOB: "I'm mixed Italian with yada yada yada yada. (Pause) Are you mix?"
ME: (- -)* (Yes, you beautiful but stupid man, I'm Japanese American Australian Hokkien) "No."
BOB: "Hey, does this PC (though it's a MAC) go online?
ME: "Yes, it does. Do you need to use it?" (Sure, go right ahead while I stand aside and let you dwiddle with the computer eventhough I have 5 more CDs of work to burn.)
BOB: "I just want to show you my pictures."
ME: "There's no need. I know what you look like already." (At this point I think I might have crushed his ego like a bulldozer)
BOB: *fiddle *fiddle *fiddle* "Oh, can't get through the link. Hold on, there's another way... I know this sounds vain but google me."
ME: (*_*) *steps away from BoB before given the opportunity to strangle his slender fragile neck and be charged for homicide*
Models may be good-lookers and probably not-so-dumb but GAWD do they have the ego the size of Texas.
Time to upgrade my dozer.
Sunday, July 10, 2005
YUM YEE SHUN, YUM!
Honestly, I can't be any lazier than this. I'll post 'em up rightfully and properly when ... er... I'm... er... in the editing mood. Enjoy the pictures, apologies for not being... er... too detailed. It was a good wedding. Too much fun was had to concentrate on accuracy. ;-)
To Ai Hoon and Yanti: Wish you were both there. Just wasn't the same without you.
Yee Shun's Wedding (June 2005)
To Ai Hoon and Yanti: Wish you were both there. Just wasn't the same without you.
Yee Shun's Wedding (June 2005)
Drink up!
Congrats to the blushin' bride and proud new groom. Thanks for the great party!
Yee Shun's Wedding (June, 2005)
Yee Shun's Wedding (June, 2005)
All Smiles :-D
ekekeke... Ahh... it was so nice to see Kok Hoe, Mei Lee, Mei Yee and... and... uhm... er... *memory fading* uhm... all my friends again.
Exhibit 1: Couple A
... and my personal favourite. Comes with matching smiles too! Simple GOR-geousss y'know. (I'm betting my flippers that they're next *crossing fingers*).
Dong Dong Chang!
They'd put on an excellent show at the wedding. I've never seen anything quite like it. I mean it was pretty weird at the beginning but really, got to give them credit for an excellent food presentation. Costumes and props man! I'm still in awe.
'Ullo Gorgeous!
...and Tiffany! I knew I'll get there some day! I was definitely glad to see Tiffany too. Sorry, memory wasn't what it was Tiff. Sudden amnesia.
Monday, July 04, 2005
Zoo Landing
I loved the zoo! It made me feel like a five-year old again. There's something incredibly magical about it. What possibly can be better than looking at wild animals, stripes and fur the entire day? (I'm sure most of our happiest memories are frozen in our childhood. The simple things in life brings joy by the truckloads.)
Pictures are on Mable TV
Sadly, the only pictures that turned out OK were the flamingoes. I'm not quite sure why but I'm spiffing mad. Do hope that the other roll is any better. But rats' tail I'm betting they aren't.
Pictures are on Mable TV
Sadly, the only pictures that turned out OK were the flamingoes. I'm not quite sure why but I'm spiffing mad. Do hope that the other roll is any better. But rats' tail I'm betting they aren't.
Very Mad Hatter
I love what this article had to say. It's just brilliant! There's nothing more reassuring than a little more insanity in this world. Here's my favourite: "What we are fiinding is there is only a very thin line between the two, a bit like the line between madness and genius." Why be like every other when clearly being a little mad, gets you to the top notch? Exceptional.
The Malay Mail: Thursday, April 28 2005
The Malay Mail: Thursday, April 28 2005
Friday, July 01, 2005
Fuelling No Joy
I'm here rubbing the temples of my forehead. I don't have a splitting headache, but I'm awfully puzzled.
The world is coming to an end and I'm certain of it.
There's a crowd waiting to fill their motor vehicles up to a frothy brim because petrol prices are increasing. I've never seen cars having to queue up at a petrol stations. I admit - yes - there's always room for a first.
But help me think this one out people...
The price of petrol increases because the theory of economics says there is a high demand and limited supply.
A dwindiling supply defines that resources are running low.
When resources are restricted; and there is little or no substitute, not our crafty little automobile will be nothing better than a massive rubble of useless metal.
So, in other words...
When there is no fuel, we have no kinetic energy.
No movement means no activity.
No activity means no productivity.
No productivity means no employment.
No job is no income.
No income is no spending power.
No spending power means no money.
No money means no food.
No food is no good.
Shit. We're Doomed.
The world is coming to an end and I'm certain of it.
There's a crowd waiting to fill their motor vehicles up to a frothy brim because petrol prices are increasing. I've never seen cars having to queue up at a petrol stations. I admit - yes - there's always room for a first.
But help me think this one out people...
The price of petrol increases because the theory of economics says there is a high demand and limited supply.
A dwindiling supply defines that resources are running low.
When resources are restricted; and there is little or no substitute, not our crafty little automobile will be nothing better than a massive rubble of useless metal.
So, in other words...
When there is no fuel, we have no kinetic energy.
No movement means no activity.
No activity means no productivity.
No productivity means no employment.
No job is no income.
No income is no spending power.
No spending power means no money.
No money means no food.
No food is no good.
Shit. We're Doomed.