Of funny insults

We were eating at Pavilion one day and one of the waiters who served us was a little short in the teeth department and looked somewhat like this:

KB being KB, then belted out this song (the chorus) into my ear:

 

All I want for Christmas 

is my two front teeth

my two front teeth

see my two front teeth!

Following the song, he then asked "Eh then how does he eat kuaci ah"

HAHAHAHA

Of the best company trip EVER

The last time I went on a cruise was 15 years ago with my family and that was on one of the teeny weeny ships. THIS time, however, it was with awesome people, awesome food and awesome view on an awesome ship - all thanks to none other than our awesome bosses, Tim and Ming! Ship departed from Singapore > Port Klang > Phuket > Singapore.

 Photo credit to Fresh

Waking up to this every morning is just...surreal.

Erm, kind of a failed attempt at spelling "P-H-U-K-E-T" with our arms and legs :|

One of the ice-breaking games we played was 2 truths and a lie:

Best part of this game is that we, being a mix from the Singapore and Malaysia offices, got to learn about each other more. However, the most horrific 2 truths and a lie came from Firdy (surprise surprise):

1. My brother caught a baby crow and gave it to me
2. I used the baby crow as an elastic shooting target until it died
3. I buried its body, dug it out the next day, and barbecued it in a big flame

Guess which is the lie?!?!
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No 1. He caught the crow himself!
...sick Firdy.

On a happier note, meet my not-so-secret Santa, Clara! She revealed her Secret Santa identity to everyone on the Nuffie mailing list by hitting the "reply all" button when she was only supposed to reply to Rina! HAHAHA. She even tried to recall that email but...too late.

Another game we played during the trip was:

This is one awesome game which would undoubtedly turn into a shouting match. This game was actually chosen by Mensa International in 1999 as a "Mensa Select" prizewinner, an award given to five games each year (source: Wikipedia). Basically, the judge (each player takes turns to be a judge) draws a green card on which is printed an adjective ("scary", "adorable", "manly", etc.), and places it face-up for everybody to see. Then each player (except the judge) is given seven red cards (on which are printed a noun) and chooses one card that they think is the best match for the adjective card, and places it face-down. The players then debate and argue as to why their noun card best matches the adjective card and the judge then selects the match that is most creative, humorous and/or interesting. E.g: green card: "boring", red card: "old man at the sea". Hahahah we played until we were red in the faces, actually sweating and cursing and shouting out loud trying to get our points across!

Sigh I love my colleagues. Here they are! Note the ratio of boys:girls -> 1:3

The photo above is one of the many photos taken during Formal Night by the cruise's official photographer which costs a whopping USD20 each (unfortunately no soft copies were given with the photos damn them). Anyhoo, I would never have parted with my precious USD20 just for one photo. It was given to me by Ming after days of mental torture that I might have finally gotten myself in Ming's bad books :( Firstly, during dinner (being his secret guardian angel), I got the waiter to send him a note saying "Hope you enjoyed your escargots" - he was having the lobster bisque. So when Ming went around asking everyone who his guardian angel was, Tim just had to add oil to the fire by asking him, "*gasp* you mean your guardian angel doesn't have attention to detail?!" After that, Tim made me write another note saying "Stop looking for your guardian angel! KNS! (with a hand-drawn middle finger)". Thirdly, the next day, I asked for room service to send coffee to his room. Lo and behold, he announced to everyone, "To my guardian angel, FYI, I don't like coffee, I like tea". Homaigod, die again cause:

1. Got his order mixed up - Bosses like their staff observant (I'm short-sighteddddd).
2. Who the heck says kanasai and sends a middle finger to their boss?!
3. I should have found out he likes tea, not coffee arghh!

So yeahh, after that long grandmotherly story, that was how that group photo landed in my hands - he actually wanted to know who his guardian angel was so he could do something nice for him/her! YAY!

Being the company's Accountant, I dread to receive the final cruise bill and receipts. Now, what cost cutting measures should we impose...

Of Tigers

The boy has been on a hunt for even more Tigers to add to his collection (zzzzz) during our recent trip to Hong Kong.

He says they are all different, each has its own character. Look at the picture above - THEY ALL LOOK THE SAME! And he says my bags are a waste of money. Now, bags on the other hand, ARE different - clutches, top-handles, shoulder bags, totes, satchels, hobo, flap, no-flap, and the list goes on. As Carrie Bradshaw from SATC said, "I like my money right where I can see it - hanging in my closet". Handbags = investment (or think of it as a family heirloom - to last generations!), Tigers = something you put your smelly feet into.

My thoughts on Tigers after going through a gazillion of them?

Meh.

Of graffiti

There is something about wall graffiti that stops me in my tracks whenever I see one. I love that Melbourne has such works of art. Some wall graffiti I managed to snap when I was there:

Ok, so the last photo is not exactly a wall graffiti but I love how Portmans decorated one of their walls. They even have a painting of me on it! :p

Of Halloween

A little update at the bottom:

Boo! This is the time of the year where creativity is at its best! From angelic to skanky to scary to being that one unfulfilled ambition to every (wo)man's fantasy. All this in one place - The Ascott on 30/31 October 2010. Gosh I sound like an advertisement -_-

HAHAHAH I love the Triton (merman) costume. All decked in a fishtail, trident, oh-so-wise white beard and even plasters to cover his nipples hahah ha!

Taliban looking all happy killing a soldier and giggling by himself in the corner - this is what the stuff in the cup does to people.

 

  Ooo err O_O

 

Fairy, Your Conscience, Wonder Woman, Mamasan, Pilot, Goth, Stewardess, Mamasan's concubine, Arabian and Audrey Hepburn.

Marvel at the Marvels. Errr ok bad pun :p

 

The Rubik's Cube must be a helluva complicated dude.

Some little drawings Jacqkie came up with on some of the stuff that happened that night:

Pictures do paint a thousand words, eh? Hohoho

Me as "Your Conscience - Angel vs. Devil"
Jacqkie as "Wonder Woman"
Linda as "Pilot"
Sara as "Fairy"
Yuen as "Goth"
Michelle as "Mamasan"
Rachel as "Arabian"
Fresh as "Audrey Hepburn"
Nick Davis as "Goth" (who turned out looking more like Adam Lambert)
Karen as "Stewardess"
Firdy as "Taliban"

...and heaps more.

All photos credited to Yuen and Sara|Chung Wei

Of life lessons

Life lesson #11: Always bring your own bowls and chopsticks if you ever dine at Xiao Fei Yang Steamboat (at least at the Uptown branch) or you would be charged RM1 per person for using theirs. Wth?? How did I confirm this? After getting the bill, I asked the waitress what "mess kit" meant. She then proceeded to point at the bowls and chopsticks we used. If you ever wondered why the bowls and chopsticks are so nicely wrapped in plastic prior to use - don't be fooled. Talk about surprise hidden charges.

Of life lessons

Life lesson #10: Never hold your boyf's favorite soft toy for ransom (as depicted in the pic below sent to him) when you stupidly left something equally, if not more, valuable to you at his place.

Of the only exception

When I was younger
I saw my Daddy cry
And curse at the wind
He broke his own heart
And I watched
As he tried to reassemble it
And my momma swore that
She would never let herself forget
And that was the day that I promised
I'd never sing of love
If it does not exist

I thank God that my mom and pop love each other dearly albeit the petty arguments which crop up occasionally. I smile to myself each time they hold hands, chuckle at themselves while watching TV on the sofa and poking fun at each other. As such, I grew up believing in love and such - until one day when I entered into my own relationship and discovered things which I wish I never discovered. After all, ignorance is bliss. Indeed it is. I swore off all boys and never wanted to believe in love again. 

But darlin'

You are the only exception

You are the only exception

You are the only exception

You are the only exception

And then I met you.

Maybe I know, somewhere 

Deep in my soul

That love never lasts

And we've got to find other ways

To make it alone

Or keep a straight face

And I've always lived like this

Keeping a comfortable distance

And up until now

I had sworn to myself that I'm content

With loneliness

Because none of it was ever worth the risk

'Would it last?' I asked myself over and over again. I was happy with solitude - I am free to do whatever I wanted, go out with whoever I wanted, whenever, wherever. But then again, there was no one to share my deepest and darkest secrets, my farts, my silliness, and to go through it all and to laugh about it (best friends don't count - they know everything about me anyway). 

You are the only exception

You are the only exception

You are the only exception

You are the only exception

I've got a tight grip on reality, but I can't

Let go of what's in front of me here

I know you're leaving in the morning, when you wake up

Leave me with some kind of proof it's not a dream

Ooh ooh...

We knew right from the beginning when we met that you had to leave the country for work for six months. And maybe another six months as soon as you got back. This might not seem like such a long time for some people, but to me, it would've felt like six years. I hated LDRs because I was afraid that instead of absence making the heart grow fonder, it would be out of sight, out of mind. I hated commitments and the responsibilities that came with it. As such, I didn't want to let you in and told you all this right from the start. 

You are the only exception

You are the only exception

You are the only exception

You are the only exception

And I'm on my way to believing

Oh, and I'm my way to believing

However, after hours, days and months of talking and going out with you, my heart felt something. We have so much in common it's scary. Everything you liked, I liked (except Karaoke). Everything you disliked, I disliked. You can cook, sing, paint, draw, and lots more. You are extremely intelligent (although I love calling you 'bodoh' - in an endearing way of course), rational and thoughtful. All in all you made me believe again.

I suppose...you are the only exception.

Now, not only would I get to sing my lungs out when I play this song on my lappie or if I hear it over the radio, I would get to do so alongside Paramore themselves on 19 October 2010 at Bukit Jalil National Stadium! This is all thanks to Tune Talk Mobile Prepaid. Let's rock it at the Rock Zone at RM358 per ticket (with me!!!) or you can also choose to opt for the RM268, RM168 or RM98 tickets. You can get them at AirAsiaRedTix or via TicketPro.

Let's rock it!

Of life lessons

Life lesson #9: ALWAYS invest in nice pairs of undies - the horror would be slightly (like 1/3242211325) more bearable should the bottom of your filmy skirt decide to magically sneak up to the top of your undies.

Without you knowing it.

In public.

FML.

Of the art of mixing

Hennessy Artistry strikes yet again! This time DJ Inquisitive, DJ Nesh and Ze would be spinning tunes that would burn up the dance floor on 18 September 2010 at Mist Club, Bangsar. Artistry events I have been to in the past have been Awesome with a capital A!

HA @ The Loft, 23 April 2009

HA @ Phuture, 4 June 2009

HA @ Bukit Kiara Indoor Arena, 25 July 2009

HA @ Quattro, 2 October 2009

Unfortunately, I have been out of the 2010 HA party scene so far (due to yawn-ish reasons) so this is one event I won't wanna miss! Hennessy Apple, Hennessy Ginger, Hennessy Berry and Hennessy Citrus here I comeeee!

BE THERE OR BE BLEAH.

Of retaliation

My reply to P. Niss's letter in the previous post:

Dear P. Niss,

In response to your letter dated 9 September 2010, please be informed that management has greatly taken into account your comments with regards to our prior rejection to your raise request. After much consideration, we regret to inform you that we are still not able to approve your request. Based on our records, you are given raises every morning and night. Sometimes even in the afternoon, if your performance is good! Furthermore, your feedback showed that each time, you were so happy and satisfied that you have cried tears of joy. Please be contented with your current daily raises as no other company is able to match that.

We do not wish to retrench you due to your high demands and even worse, if your future performances are not up to standards. Please understand.

Should you have further questions, please feel free to contact us. Thank you.

Sincerely,
V. Gina

Of retaliation

HAHAHAH I couldn't help but to post up KB's reply to the P.Niss post in my previous entry:

Damn. I have to admit, it's Girls - 1, Boys - 1 now. BUT those scores only remain so until I come up with something. Somehow.

Of retaliation

Got this off Kamen's blog (original post here) and I have to say, Girls - 1, Boys - 0.

The Day the Penis asked for a Raise

I, the Penis, hereby request a raise in salary for the following reasons:

I do physical labor.
I work at great depths.
I plunge headfirst into everything I do.
I do not get weekends or public holidays off.
I work in a damp environment.
I work in a dark workplace that has poor ventilation.
I work in high temperatures.
My work exposes me to contagious diseases.

Sincerely,
P. Niss

The Response:

Dear P.Niss:

After assessing your request, and considering the arguments you have raised, the administration rejects your request for the following reasons:

You do not work 8 hours straight.
You fall asleep after brief work periods.
You do not always follow the orders of the management team. You do not stay in your designated area and are often seen visiting other locations.
You do not take initiative - you need to be pressured and stimulated in order to start working.
You leave the workplace rather messy at the end of your shift. You don't always observe necessary safety regulations, such as wearing the correct protective clothing.
You will retire well before you are 65.
You are unable to work double shifts.
You sometimes leave your designated work area before you have completed assigned task.
And if that were not all, you have been seen constantly entering and exiting the workplace carrying two suspicious-looking bags.

Sincerely, 
V. Gina

Of life lessons

Life lesson #8: I heard something over the radio this morning and it is going to be my motivational thought every time I think something is impossible - Never think something is impossible, always think "i-m-possible".

Nice.

Of life lessons

Life lesson #7: The quickest and most efficient way to kill a relationship? This:

Sigh. I guess one of the fundamental rules of a relationship is sacrifice - presenting the boy with a chunk of junk I reckon would be his life support for months to come and in turn presenting myself with a relationship death sentence.

Happy birthday, Blubber

:)

"Blubber is a thick layer of fatty tissue which is located between the muscles and the skin of marine mammals" - wisegeek.com

Of a hunter and a bear

This has got to be one of the coolest video ads I've come across in a long time:

Kudos to Tipp-Ex for such a brilliant ad!

Of life lessons

Life lesson #6: ALWAYS make sure you double, triple or even quadruple check that you locked the loo door after going in. You never know when your boss might decide to stomp in and witness you with your pants down baring it all.

FML.

Of life lessons

Life lesson #5: The cure to insomnia? Listening to KB talk excitedly about his fishes.

Of life lessons

Life lesson #4: "Damn! Did I lock my car?!" After numerous attempts of pointing your car remote at your car from a far away distance with the hopes of checking if your car is locked, you realize it just ain't gonna work. You are then forced to drag your sorry feet nearer to your car to check. But NOW, after this amazing life lesson #4, you don't have to do so! Just point your car remote right up below your chin, press the button and lo and behold! Your car remote would be able to detect your car.

Freaky, but true.

Disclaimer: Please do not hold me liable should you fry some brain cells in the process.

Of retaliation

I was browsing through my photo albums and came across some pictures which led me to recall a "cannot-lose-must-always-win" debate (Girls vs. Boys - The Better Gender) I had months ago with Kiwiboy. And so during the debate, I whipped out this picture I got off the net:

As Kiwiboy couldn't bear to lose to a girl, he decided to retaliate and create his own illustrations instead:

Illustrations by Jonny Ha

-_-

You gotta hand it to him for his creativity.

Of life lessons

Life lesson #3: If you can't suck up nor suck it, fck it.

Of life lessons

Life lesson #2: Life lesson #1 works!!

Of life lessons

Life lesson #1: Of boyfriends: If you can't suck up, suck it. It leaves you with the same outcome.

Of onions and garlic

My daily task in Philippines: Chopping the damned onions and garlic.

*cries*

Of performing

After hours of slavery practicing some booty shaking moves just for a measly 3 minute dance, the moment of truth finally came on 24 July 2010 at Neutral Club, Kuala Lumpur. We either MAKE IT OR BREAK IT!

Picture and video courtesy of tianchad.com :/

Who knows? This could somehow turn into a demo tape and fall into the hands of some super famous recording director. We'll then be discovered and become rich and famous! Maybe.