Friday, November 30th, 2007
Carlsberg invited a few of us to the launch of their sibling, Tuborg. Obviously the only way I get to go for any of this kind of good stuff is because I know femes bloggers like Suanie - yeay!
VIP okay, don’t play play!
Kudos to Tuborg for bringing in the pull-off bottle cap! No more waiting for the damn bartender to pop open your bottle again! No more having to lug around a fancy shaped bottle opener for emergency drinking sessions ever again! And the pop sound it makes when you pull off the cap sounds like a deeper version of the pop sounds bubble wraps make when you pop it! It makes me want to pull off caps for everybody just to hear it go POP! Brilliant!
Which guy wouldn’t want to be the GM marketing for Tuborg right now?
The highlight of the night for me was the dance performances. There were 2 groups performing. The first one was by a local b-boy group called GBC - Gila Battle Crew. I’m so proud to say that we actually have some fairly decent local breakdance groups in Malaysia! All those crazy outstanding stunts you think you can only catch on Youtube? The walking on the hands, the turning ON their head, the hand stand….. we saw it ALL and MORE that night.
GBC tengah posing gila.
And the second group were imports from Australia called The Next Step.
Please, let me first digree. Anybody who knows me well enough would know that when I was 10 I wanted to run away from home to join the Russian ballet troupe, or how I go crazy when I see any sort of synchronised group dancing (that’s why I heart N’sync), or how my eyes glaze over when I watch figure skating and ballroom dancing competitions on tv, or how I HAVE TO HAVE TO catch movies with dancing themes in it, or how I stop breathing when I watch the wade robson project on mtv…… etc etc.
What I’m strying to say is, The Next Step took my breathe away, stopped my heart from beating, and made me breakout in cold sweat. Awesome does NOT even being to describe how fucking fantastic their performance was. What is so unique about this group is on that night, they seamlessly fuse together 3 styles of dancing in their performance - tap dancing, hip-hop AND breakdance to the music orgy of which includes everything from pop to house to latino.
And it didn’t hurt that the tap dancers were bleeding hot too.
Yummmm!!!
I really wanted to sneak them home as a door gift, but I’m sure the organisers wouldn’t be too happy with that.
Camwhoring with ST, Suanie and my very high forehead!
This is where I end my post with a thank you for the invites and a shameless plea to everybody to take me along for more booze parties, kthx!
(pictures brought to you by Suanie whom shall not be linked here only because she is linked basically everywhere else! 
Muaks!)
More:
Photos by Mike Yip
Obviously, Suanie was there too!
About The Next Step (thanks Suanie!)
P/s: On a totally unrelated note : MY STUPID BABY CANON DIGICAM IS FIXED! FOR FREE! Thank you so much all you nice people at Canon YOU ROCK! Eventhough I was secretly hoping for a brand spanking newer, slimmer camera model in exchange but HEY! I HAVE A CAMERA NOW! EVERYTHING IS A-OKAY! YEAYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!! COMING SOON! More shameless self-portraits of MEMEME to haunt you in your sleep, while you brush your teeth, when you pay your taxes…..
Debaucheries |
Tuesday, November 27th, 2007
Yeah you. The cockfag driving that champagne coloured Honda who SUDDENLY cut into my lane at a TURNING without signalling.
I hope you die of the most embarrassing most painful venereal disease known to mankind which rots your slimy smelly puss covered dick until it falls off. Your mother should’ve left you to the wolves when she could, what was she thinking?
Rants |
Monday, November 26th, 2007
I’m tired and not well rested. Apart from it being a dreaded Monday, today feels like nothing went right over the weekend.
I like fairytales. I wish I was living in one. Except, I don’t want to be THAT useless, dependent, skanky, damsel in distress princess who sits around and wait for some stupid rich handsome prince in his majestic white steed to save me from a tall tower guarded by a fire-breathing dragon where we will then ride into the sunset, back to his castle and live happily ever after.
In my fairytale, I want a stupid stable 9-5 job I actually don’t hate which pays me enough money to live my current lifestyle comfortably without my having to worry about budgeting, or when is the next price revision of EVERYTHING and perhaps fall in love with a simple, sensible, guy with a 9-5 job who shares some similar interests and loves me back like I love him, and if I’m lucky, maybe he won’t give me too much trouble, or have me worry about him too much… Then once we’re both financially comfortable, maybe we’ll get married, open a joint account (apart from our own personal accounts; where we’ll contribute a percentage of our pay into it every month) and get a cozy place for ourselves - with a dog please. On the weekdays we’ll just chill out at home after work, sipping at our drinks to wind down while we catch our favourite tv series. We’ll have our fights. We’ll make up. We’ll have our trips and holidays in faraway places, we’ll indulge in good food when we like to, buy that toy or pretty thing we want, take a drive to a local island on long weekends, catch the movies we want to catch, hit the gym. Then maybe we’ll have kids.
I’m not asking for any fucking 10,000 dollar handbag. I don’t need a pretentious overpriced fast car. I don’t need that stupid holiday villa at venice. I don’t want Karl Lagerfield to design my clothes. I don’t want a private jet. I don’t need a diamond mine. I don’t even want a stupid large stone on my finger. I don’t want 10 maids to bring up my children. I don’t need a brad pitt. I don’t want to quit my job and live the life of a tai tai. I don’t need to be famous. I don’t need that latest most expensive electronic gadget. I don’t need a guy who can afford to buy me everything and anything I might ever want, or don’t want.
I want an average life, with some niceties sprinkled here and there, that’ll be perfect. I know this world is some tough shit. I don’t need an extravagant happily ever after. I just want my happily ONCE in a while.
Sure I dream about greater things. About shooting for the stars, and hoping to land among the clouds. Then I wake up to this… real life. And in the real life, if you’re not born into the right family, even the simplest dreams are so hard to achieve. That is, if it that dream doesn’t involve a plan trying to snare some rich, loaded “prince” to cater for your every whim and fancy, unlike a lot of girls I know and heard about, which disgusts me to no end. That’s just not right lah, imho. Coz at the end of the day don’t you want to look back and know that you achieved something for myself with yourown two hands? I do.
What’s wrong with not expecting for too much? What’s wrong with not dreaming big? What’s wrong with being happy with just the simple things? Be the best daughter, sibling, friend, employee, companion, or (maybe) parent one can possibly be. Fuck when you think about it, that’s no simple feat, okay.
In the end, I’m just an average person, who looks forward to simple pleasures like sleeping-in on a rainy day and catching a good movie. Trying to live my life the best I can. It’s not SUPER - but it’s so very stable and reliable. Realistic. Constant and comfortable. I like it.
I don’t mind being mediocre. What’s with the inflated price of everything and the almost no power of purchase with our shitty $$$ - today’s world is so tough that even average is just so hard to BE.
I’m happy leaving being super to the cartoons.
Besides, the guy I fall in love with should treat me like a princess and pamper me once in a while. 
But hey, that’s just me!
Happy Monday.
Rants |
Friday, November 23rd, 2007
Remember this?
Milo replied! But the response was damn boring lah… standard issue template. Called me “sir” some more. So disappointing.
Anyway, because sharing is caring, here it is, just for you!
Dear Sirs,
Thank you for contacting MILO website. There is no secret………Just prepare MILO according to the instructions on our label to get that perfect drink. Should you have further clarifications, please call our Free phone 1800-88-3433 during office hours and our representative will be happy to assist you.
Regards.
Nestlé Consumer Services
On another note: WERE YOU STUCK IN THAT STUPID JAM TODAY? STUPID STUPID STUPID.
And another: OI. WHY YOU CALL ME CHUBBY!
Silly Stunts |
Wednesday, November 21st, 2007
Like plays?
Like Patrick Teoh?
Then you’ll like this:
A chockfull of Patrick Teoh goodness for an ENTIRE HOUR for what an amazing price of only RM30!!!!!11one
I paid a good RM30 to watch this last night, so you KNOW this is not just any “helping out a friend to advertise it because I watched it for free” shit.
Take heed though, it IS a play directed by Gavin Yap, which means…. well if you don’t know what it means then there’s no point for me to tell you anything more than LEAVE YOUR UNDERAGED KIDS AT HOME.
Hurry! Last 2 days!
Ok, back to work.
Loose Change |
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