Month: January 2005

Face analyser.

I spent my time doing really productive things today. I was getting to know myself quite well. Who needs Dr. Phil? All you need is a face analyser. Thank you, G.

My first attempt was a failure. System couldn’t recognise my face. For a split second I felt absolutely special and I was beaming. Turned out my very, super beautiful side profile picture was deemed unsuitable. Bummer. But nevermind…

Then I used another picture and got this :

OOh…not bad.

I used another picture.

Wow, it’s getting better!

Another one won’t harm.

What the fuck??

Let me try again, there must be a glitch.

This fucking isn’t happening.

Last time. Grrr.

Hey…*smile*

Okay, maybe just one more final time. Absolute final!

OMFG

I think my eyes have problems….

Lessons learnt:

  • Thou shalt not have eyebags.

  • Thou shalt always have make-up on.

  • Thou shalt not tilt face in attempt to exude sensuality, as a matter of fact thou might be mistaken as a bapok.

  • Thou shalt wear spectacles and pout in order to be (look like) a respectable boss.

  • I’m definitely straight.

  • Polka dots have really gone out of fashion.

    • CNY rocks.

    Alright! With a heavy heart, am going to give Thai Club a miss tonight. Boohoo. Why? Cause I ate like two plates of waxed duck rice (dad made them and they were GREAT) at around 4pm. Couldn’t possibly fit into my slutty top without some pauch showing. Tried to suck in my gut but argh my mood’s already fucked so psychological pauch would still haunt me. Thai Club scratched…will hit Station One instead. Nam Yee fried chicken and tom yam noodle here I come. Had Mcdonald’s for dinner. Hehehehehehehe.

    My car’s stranded in pasar malam (read: night market). Can’t move it. Hopefully by 10pm they will disperse and I’ll get to move my car. Otherwise my dear, you would have to come fetch me, or request your better half to do so.

    I received an sms from Suan. It said that Penang Bridge had collapsed with hundreds missing, injured and dead. Family and I, who were going out for McD, got back inside the house, switched on TV and watched for 10 whole minutes. Hong Kong cheesy kungfu flick. No breaking news. No announcement whatsoever. Nada. Felt weird. Grabbed phone and read text again. Scrolled down, “….and one individual being tricked. Hehehehehe“. Come to think of it, it’s indeed a scary realisation of the impact it might have on me and fellow Malaysians say some shit of that magnitude did happen.

    Chinese New Year is approaching. Mom’s already cultivating them narcissus bulbs or “ngaku” as the locals know them (will post pictures). Notice the name in english? I’m going to declare narcissus as my favourite plant of all time. Besides being a lovely plant, the bulbs could be sliced thinly and fried – believe me, they’re better than potatoes.

    Narcissus bulb plant

    In my family, on first day of CNY, everyone will congregate at my neighbour’s house (who is also my granduncle). Everyone will be immaculately dressed – in spite of the dizzying humidity. We will OD on basically everything from gossips to mahjong to food to cheesy tv shows. We kids (read: unmarried folks) will stalk every married individual for angpows or red packets. The fun last way into the night at which point some of us may produce stashed/hidden firecrackers, wrapping up the night with a bang.

    Angpows

    The next day, everyone will gather again. This time, we will form some sort of convoy, travelling from house to house. I absolutely dig this part of CNY. More angpows, gambling, sightseeing and food!!!

    On the third day, me and family will travel back to Mentakab to visit my maternal granny. I love this too cause I’ll get to munch on freshly picked mangoes, dig for sweet potatoes and tapioca, chew sugarcanes, gorge on traditional hakka food and loads more. Speaking of which, Granny thinks that all urbanites are streetdumb and will never fail to invite us kids to her rubber estate for an ‘educational’ trip on what do the trees look like and how rubber is made (every single visit!!!!). I don’t like that part, cause I’m shit scared of cobras (although I wouldn’t mind eating them). Oh and yes, get to see all my cousins too and win their angpow money. Hehehehe. On the way back to KL, we might also stay a night at Genting Highlands or Awana. By the way, there’s this pool slide in Awana which is absolutely freaky.

    Gawd, I can hardly wait. Better concentrate on shopping for CNY clothes 1st. Another CNY perk, hehehe.

    Melting pot of feelings.

    At last, I’ve hauled my arse around to finish both Bridget Jone’s books. The first book was almost exactly the movie, which I reskon is the reason why the movie’s quite good. 2nd book was equally, if not more entertaning (always love a book which could drive you to shedding tears of emotions). The movie sequel is completely different from the book, what a major mistake. Am imagining how great the movie might be if only they had done it more similar to the book. On the other hand, I like the fact that Daniel Cleaver wasn’t reduced to some demoted bastard as in the book. Hugh Grant rocks (I’ll forgive his debacle with Miss Brown).

    Just gotten myself another job next week. Not particularly excited about working but work will start at 11.30am…awesome. Can drive to work in style without permanent frown because of the damn traffic. Probably could score another hotel buffet but I think this hotel stinks to high heaven so hopes won’t be high. Hrm, why start at 11.30am though….is that a stance to deprive me of a potential fantastic lunch?

    I miss Thai Club. Saw Jayn‘s blog and felt a sense of failure. How can I claim that I love Thai Club when I haven’t stepped inside for more than a month? Don’t want to be one of those people who say they ‘love’ something after just one forgettable experience. Arghhh. Must do some relationship healing.

    My diet’s completely ruined. People are just throwing food at me from every bloody angle. Yesterday, mom successfully destroyed my willpower by buying me some huge ass mamak rice and two bags of resam. Yeah, I devoured everything. Bad Kim, bad!!!! Did some 20mins of hula hooping after that, but to no avail. Spare tyre has decided to be friendlier this time around.

    Speaking of which, I’m fucking hungry now. Want to eat. Don’t know what to eat. Want to eat everything. Must be hormones.