Wednesday, January 30, 2008

The Edison-et al Extravageenawhh Continues

The mixed impact:

On Edison:
As we speak, he is literally being worshipped as a God by guys, for his ability to bed HK entertainment industry’s who’s who

On Edison’s current gf:
Quickly browsing all of her naughty pics with him, selecting and photo-shopping which ones to published

On Gillian et al:
A fabulous jump start to success in porn industry?

On those girls who aren’t in Edison Chen’s Hall of Fame:
Feeling so ashamed that they aren’t in, start calling Edison’s manager, waxing and pimping up their “hello hello”, getting ready for the next photo shoot opportunity

On graphic designers/photo editors:
Sudden dramatic increased demand for their so called expert opinions

On us, mere mortals:
Something to divert us from the current stock market situation.

Note: no pics posted here, as there was an arresting frenzy, creating major public confusion

Tuesday, January 29, 2008

The Edison-Bobo-Gill Extravageenawhh

Finally! A Juicy scandal to brighten up this dull, cold, humid, suffocating, flu-inducing pre-CNY MONDAY.

Gillian’s published reaction, as always, were buckets full of tears. If the pic was fake, what the heck was she crying about?? Ahhhh, maybe was crying, wishing it was real….or maybe she was crying about the unflattering shot of her “hello hello”.

At least she (and Bobo) got to bed a highly coveted hot guy.

Behind the scene, before press con, wat people imagine:

Publicist: Good news. The pic of your rendezvous with edison is finally out now. The media went nuts for it, just as we planned. But there’s bad news.

Gillian: Yay! Wat? Oh, Shit, do I look fat in it? (My slimming endorsement contract does not pay me truckloads of cash to look fat…)

P: Hmmm…ur “hello hello” seems a little puffy and too bushy for spring/summer 2008 (handing her the pic)

G: Dammmnnnnnn….why didn’t u guys use tat doggy style shot? You know I look much better in wonder bra. I should’ve gone for a Brazilian…or had it shaved into hello kitty head shot pattern…

P: Here (handing her a bottle of artificial tears). Work it, girl

G: (start sobbing)

*Check out the pics in…ah well, no use to feign innocence. You must have already seen them for gazillions of time this morning. Lol*

Monday, January 28, 2008

No XXX tis year

I posted this message as my msn nickname:
No XXX this year - cos already too much last year

It provoked many inquiries from my contact list.

some of the guesses were:
- travel
- money
- fat
- food
- sex (most popular guess )
- dunno (or they just didn't wanna get into the obvious trap and say sex)

and the right answer is......................................



yep - called the Inland Revenue Authority this morning, and got the pleasant surprise: i dont hv to pay tax this year. However, the reason isn't pleasant at all: cos last year, they overestimated my income for this year.

It is now confirmed that i am too poor to be taxed

Friday, January 25, 2008

Lost Odyssey

Haven't been a big fan of video games and don't think I'll ever be, but...never say never, right?

Never had any of these devices, even when they were/are so IN, hip & happening. I'd rather risk being called "oh-so-outdated, gaptek, technologically retarded, etc":
- gameboy
- nintendo
- atari
- PS1,2,3 (the only PS i like is PS. I love you)
- PSP- Xbox- Wii (yep, even with all the rage)

always thought those things were only for boys..

But, even when the game producers realized that girls make sooo much easier retail victims and produced Nintendo DS with all the cute & glamorous frills, when all the girls were carrying shimmery pearly pink/satiny white/hello kitty/LV/gucci monogram-clad NDS cover, I still stick to daydreaming as favorite pass time choice in MTR/bus/bus stop/any queues (any events where the stand still period is more than 3 minutes).

Come to think of it...there were a few games which caught my attention:

All time favorite game and THE ONLY game I could play without losing in 30 seconds

1942 (
The game which made me realized that I should NOT play any video games. I kept punching the ‘shoot’ button vigorously, with all my might, only to realize that I was already dead!!! #$#$#!!!

The game which scared the crap outta me. I love the short video clips when the character reaches some important points of the game, tried to hold the console and it vibrates (!) at the scariest moments (!!) My face was as white as bleached paper – no Shiseido/SKII/Kose required

LOST ODYSSEY (;summary)
Love the theme song, ‘What You Are’ vocal by Sheena Easton. It is 2008’s answer to Final Fantasy 8’s ‘Eyes on Me’ by Faye Wong. Though I aint no geek, but I love Nobuo Uematsu’s music, and this one is worth all the efforts, playing and pausing, extracting the lyrics, so I can sing it on top of my lung. Advance apologies for those who have to hear it. Haha!, the male character in the game looks kinda HOT. lol

The song is part of the trailer below, a part of the lyric included, Enjoy!,3800076101,20361425,00.htm?ref=rss

pic from, Kaim the Lost Odyssey's Hottie

What You Are
Vocal by Sheena Easton

When you touch me, it feels just like a dream
With the warmth that’s in your eyes, when you look at me
I hear your voice beside me, it whispers to me
I can’t hide how it makes me feel the shines you see

I may never… understand how deep it goes
But I know how I feel, what I hold deep in my heart

There’s just no way to stop this, it’s hopeless but true
I feel this love, more than anything
So what more can I do...

Thursday, January 24, 2008

10 out of 10

What constitutes a great day?

- Waking up in the morning, not feeling sleepy, hair all fell nicely into place, knowing what to wear for the day down to which socks and earrings

- Having an amazing breakfast (my weekend favorite is satay beef instant noodles, with luncheon meat, creamy omelet, toasts & coffee with cream, not milk, especially not skimmed milk, if not, shanghai pork & cabbage steamed bun + office made Nescafe is a weekday favorite)

- Never HAVING to go to work (how we’d wish we can go to work cos it is FUN)

- A Fun (and Free) lunch time, going around, taking pictures as a form of after-lunch exercise

- An afternoon at work full of giggles, tasks at work amazingly well done, the boss being absolutely pleased by what we’ve (or haven’t) done (this beats a boss on annual leave)

- Filled and fueled with inspirations to make dinner

- Going off work with a big smile on my face, looking forward to a fabulous evening

- Shopping for groceries to make dinner, only to find that the price of 3 boneless chicken thigh fillets is miraculously below HK$20 and the total price of all ingredients bought is wayyyy below the strict & almost impossible dinner budget

- All the efforts (can be seen from the spilled hot oil, the avalanche of of dirty pots, pans & utensils in the sink, ingredients all over the floor, hands smelling like raw garlic, hair smelling like fried chicken-and not in a good way ) spent on making dinner were not wasted

- There is (always) still room for dessert & the dessert was fabulous and absolutely FREE

- Falling asleep effortlessly (Really. No valium. No Prozac. No cough drop. Whatsoever)

I was asked to rate my happiness for the day out of 10 (and I am a hard critic), and it was a full & perfect 10.

Wednesday, January 23, 2008

I am Straight

I am not referring to any sexual orientation and I am not a homophobic, I am more of a homomania. I am talking about the things on top of my head, the thing which could make or break me, the thing that gets people calling me names (bitch, slut, or sweet angel), the source of all my powers, the thing I can’t go without…yep, I am talking about my hair.

It may sound beyond stupid, shallow & superficial, but it was an excruciating and painful battle to decide what sort of hair style I should pick next. I have had my long, frizzy, curly, wavy hair for over a year now, and it freaking bored me (yep, I am stingy and I dread wasting time and money in hair salons- no offense to Johnny, my fab English-Javanese speaking stylist). I have this “need” to change my hair style dramatically once in a while and shock my (very limited) crowd.

my glorious big & frizzy hair:

Finally, after consulting what felt like millions (read: +/- 5) of people from different ethnic, professional, financial, technical, and fashion background, I decided to have my hair straightened. What’s with the dilemma? Don’t Chinese-looking girls always look good in long straight hair? You’d think so. I had straight hair before, I looked like shit then and I thought I’d look like shit now.

For your reference (or entertainment):

Do you ever get the feeling of denial when you disagree with something so constitutional like, ‘everybody in HK loves raw salmon sushi’? I hate raw salmon sushi, but was in denial and kept trying it every single time, just in case I was just wrong as I don’t think I was that different from (almost) everybody in HK. At the end of each try, I’d go “I dun care if it was HK$100 a bite, I’d prefer the yellow and white HK$5 a stick siew mai over this shit.” Same thing applies to this whole hair straightening extravaganza. It looks good on everybody; it should look good on me, aye? Or so I thought.

this is wat I wanted:

Made up my mind, I went to Johnny’s with determination, ready to face the 5 hour straightening process, which would be spent sitting on salon’s chair, flattening my ass (flat ass isn’t a good thing, tight ass is). It is 2 weeks from Chinese New Year and Johnny’s place was as crowded as mornings at the wet market, where you have to elbow your way through all the shouting c-lais (aunties, grandmas, mommas) to get the least fresh bunch of broccoli (cos all the c-lais already got the good ones, fyi: you could never beat them). The straightening experience was not as gruesome as I expected…although I should’ve been more prepared and bring my own English celebrity gossip magazines and maybe a laptop with built in DVD player to catch up on project runway season 3. Anyways I had a good time browsing HK gossip magazines (a very quick browse as I could read any Chinese characters apart from my favorite foods, such as char siew, satay beef noodles and none of the celebrities were dumb enough to name themselves after some local junk food).

After 2.5 hours of washing, conditioning, pulling, ironing, slathering, blow drying, cutting, layering, trimming, more blow drying, and styling, finally Johnny gave my hair the final touch of snip and voila…I was going after Chantal’s (from ANTM cycle 9) hair style and I got Emily the strange.

this is what I got now, I couldn't even pass for Emily the Strange:
Despite all the positive comments I received (looking good, looking younger, looking more innocent- yeah right, and looking like my good girl alter ego), I am still missing my big frizzy hair. Let’s wait for tat bitch to come back.

the bitch with big & frizzy hair