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Arthur, the owner of damndirtyangel.blogspot.com is one of my favourite bloggers. He publishes a weekly satirical cartoon and writes a damn interesting blog. So when he announced that he was coming to KL all the way from Sarawak, of course I jumped at the chance of meeting him. After rescheduling for so many times (sorry, sorry!), I finally saw him in the flesh at KLCCā€™s Coffeebean. Chloe of purpleism.com was also there as well as a good friend of Arthurā€™s.

Me and Arth.

Boy, did we hit it off well. We were practically chatting till the cows came home. Arthur is such a colourful individual (no puns intended, hehe) with an amazing life experience. I was in awe listening to the things heā€™s done and went through. Chloeā€™s such a lovely and articulate girl. We also share the camhoing amendment #215, never allowed self to be captured on camera midaction. Unfortunately she had to leave early, leaving me and Arthur to talk till our mouths literally became dehydrated. The meeting felt so short eventhough we must had spent 4 hours just yakking away. Easily one of my best blogger meetings to date.

Chloe and Arth.

Before leaving KLCC, I decided to spend RM2 on the so-called luxury toilets. It sure was difficult for me to fork out 2 ringgit just to pee but I had to because my bladder was on the verge of exploding. It was the nearest one I could find before I wet myself. Upon entering the creme de la creme of lavotaries, I half expected to see a butler but there was none. Only a mother and her spoilt daughter with a penchant for screaming. I went into one of the cubicles, surprised and cheered up at the sight of a full length mirror.

I never liked refreshing my makeup in the presence of other chicks because for reasons unknown to me I get bloody nervous. After I finished with my private business, I proceeded to whip out my camera.

My Mom would have been so proudā€¦

Meeting Miss Cheesie (good) and a bit of a rant (bad).

Now I need to brag about meeting up with Miss Cheesie. How could anyone be so pretty and so pleasant at the same time? Most of the time I just wanted to stop speaking and stare at her lovely oval face and touch her silky long hair. She made me want to straighten my hair, 8 times over and over again. Whatā€™s most amazing though is that she writes a good blog, really witty and entertaining (of course her beautiful pictures donā€™t hurt either).

Miss Cheesie and Kimberly.

I think Iā€™ve spoken of this a long time ago. That Iā€™m quite a judgmental person. Not a trait that I fancy very much but lets just say I havenā€™t been proven wrong yet (love relationships asideā€¦.lol). What I didnā€™t say though about this unpleasant trait is that itā€™s due a certain vibe I feel about people. There are people that I like very quickly and there are those that I dislike almost instantaneously. But of course, vibes are triggered by actions and everyone has his or her own unique action that causes me to brand them a certain way. Not the most ideal part of my personality but Iā€™m learning to be less cynical. I really am.

And really, all this crap about peace in the blogosphere and all, oh please just shut the fuck up. Just because youā€™re a spineless fucktard who needs to be nice to every fucking asshole in the world in fear of not being accepted by the same assholes who make your lives miserable doesnā€™t mean I have to as well. Human beings are such accomodating creatures, worse if youā€™re Asians. Worst if youā€™re an Asian who blogs. Iā€™m not a fight happy person and every fucktard Iā€™ve ever had the fortune to dislike and clawed at on my blog (not amounting to 3 people by the way you exaggerative spineless dumbasses ), I happen to have a real and true reason to do so, of which I DONā€™T NEED TO FUCKING EXPLAIN TO YOU.

Suffice to say that two tried to attack me in reality and I was just hitting back online. Weird isnā€™t it that nowadays people are so protective of their online personas that theyā€™re willing to go the extra mile in reality to ruin other peopleā€™s lives. And after ranting online and giving a pass to using some knowledge I could have used against them, what did I get myself in return? A reputation that Iā€™m a war-waging bitch.

Funniest thing is, this war-waging bitch thing is exaggerated by none other than a clique of spineless fucktards who donā€™t like each other very much to begin with (but just too pussy to show it). Probably doing it to make themselves feel better. Cause theyā€™re so devoid of personalities they decide that they can hide behind the ā€œpeace lovingā€ facade.

Conspiracy theories? Conspiring to topple ā€œfamous bloggersā€? You people seriously need to fucking take a look in the mirror and stop behaving so self-important. Oh yes, get a life too while youā€™re at it.

So yeah, please spare me the chats about peace in blogosphere. Youā€™re not in a Korean Drama.

KL International Motorshow 2006

It was quite fun. Namely because I had so much camwhoring opportunites. I supposed itā€™s every girlā€™s fantasy to become a race queen at some point of their lives, I sort of fulfilled mineā€¦albeit being twice the standard size.

There were many impressive vehicles there, especially the Honda and Nissan concept vehicles. The Satria Replacement Model Lotus APX deserves a mention too. Much bigger and very sleek, my only hope is that when theyā€™re actually selling it that they wouldnā€™t shrink it or turn the interior into a tacky display of cheap plastics.

As Iā€™ve said, I took a lot of pictures. I apologise for the inconvenience of worsening your Monday.

You must have noticed by now that Iā€™ve changed the layout of my blog. I do like the previous layout, I think itā€™s quite Malaysiana (ripped off from Americana) but apparently not many shared my sentiment. Working on the new banner now, it should follow the design direction of this layout; clean and simple.

Bling bling rims.

Mere mortal amongst hotness.

Pregnancy business is no funny business. Empathy suit courtesy of Volvo.

Yellow trailer trash.

Putting on the fat zapper.

Yeah, my fats are literally melting awayā€¦not!

Me like the Porsche.

With hotness in the form of NottiJian.

I am made for driving this.

Mummm mummm mumm mummmm mummm mummm owwwwwwwww. Babyseat courtesy of Volvo.

Le Ducati.

Feline power.

Only a Kangoo can pull this off.