Trying This Out...

New place to park my blog..

Update: Hmm... so far, it's working fine. Maybe my personal formatting is a bit (okay, a LOT) fucky, but it's lots of fun. Check it out, tell me what you think!!!

Gwen @ Stadium Putra

So...here's a recap from last night. I was on assignment for Kakiseni's Tembak Shots... the assignment? To check out just how many malays and malaysians had a problem with our disintegrating morality...

1. I really hadn't planned on going.
   
2. Apparently, Fate had other designs on my karma...
   
3. I went. To take pictures. Of protesters... who never turned up. Duh.
   
4. Maybe these guys were the reason why they didn't :p
   
   
   
   
5. I was there from 5:30pm. Read that. FIVE THIRTY PM!! Malaysians just don't know how to party anymore :(
   
6. I got approached 5 times by the Hotlink people... this is me and Cathy after about the 4th time...
   
   
   
7. To prove I was already bored, and that I was there really early...here's me and my timestamp:
   
   
   
   
8. What I call the M&M suite...fuck me, it was super-boring waiting for protesters to appear. I even went up to one RELA dude to ask if anything had happened before I'd arrived. RELA didn't know anything either. Duh, man. So, boredom spate = silly pic.
   
   
   
   
9. I saw BART SIMPSON!!! *hums the SpiderPig theme song...in public*
   
   
   
   
10. Time passed (slowly)...so I took more inane pictures. On this night, Ma Nature lost to the Hotlink Moons...
    
    
    
    
11. Organizers were chumps. There were LONG LINES outside and it was already 8:45. Hello? Concert starts @ 8:30!! I bumped into Amelia and family, who apparently was in line early, but had to skip to another line because when they got to the entrance, they were told they were in the wrong line. Hello...when the line is so damned long, who can see where the right entrance is? Especially when the signs are so small. Duh :p
    
    
    
    
12. The stadium, filling up... tickets were by no means sold out, and being cheap, most everyone was sitting in the upper tiers. Me, I wasn't there for fun, and truthfully, I really wanted to stay home and play Sims 2.
    
    
    
    
13. Malaysians are downloaders. Of which I am one... but since we mostly download hits, half the concert went over the heads of most everyone. C'mon, people! Go bone up on your stars before you catch them in action! Check this one out, taking videos and recording the action...
    
    
    
    
14. The picture I took to prove I was there...*sigh*... by the way, security and staff were standing next to me. Nobody stopped me taking this picture, in spite of the signs they posted up. If they'd intended a proper security check, they should've started letting people in earlier... as it was, one dude in front of me actually smuggled in his CAMERA. As I was told my phone cam wouldn't be confiscated, I felt free to take (and publish) this picture. But mostly, I will add, I took pictures of what our dear old Malaysians were up to... as per my assignment :)
    
    
    
    
    
    
15. Hubby got to watch Gwen's Wind It Up with me via 3G... go, Maxis!! :D
    
16. I went home after the second song of the encore. Cuz I'm old and lame that way.

The Fruit Don't Fall Far...

Dear ole dad... if you think my humor is whacked, you should meet my dad.

I was describing to my niece and her friend that the smell outside our window was composting rabbit poop. Her grimace was mild, but my dad was grinning wickedly in the background.

"It's more than rabbit poop... I added in...chicken shit!" he announced with relish.

My niece's grimace was a wonder to behold. She asked "how do you get chicken shit??" and I jumped right in. I mean, that's a question that requires a stupid answer, right?! I mean... right?!?!

"Well, first. He goes to the abbattoir with a pan, which he slips under the chicken as it is being slaughtered. I mean, everyone knows the bowels will loosen when something dies, and ...*whoop!*... instant chicken shit..."

My dad was grinning dementedly in the background, and I realized right then and there... he would have said something to that effect if I hadn't jumped in first.

Which makes me wonder if I didn't get my sense of humor straight off the crazy ole block(head), haha :)

Food for thought...

SoulDoc mentioned over vanilla soy cafes that my posts are very wordy...

Translated, that means I talk a lot.

Another thought I chewed over (briefly) was a question asked by KakiCucukLangit, a.k.a. Naz, in his post about WHY we blog.

Umm... well. It used to be to keep friends who are overseas updated. But. I dunno if anyone reads my blog any more haha. So I guess the real answer is... force of habit.

And SoulDoc, these next few pix are for you... hark back to our conversation last night about zippy meals for busy people :)

Prep time: 10 minutes
Ingredients: eggs, 1% milk, Brown Buttons, half a yellow onion, Italian herbs, pinch o' salt, 2 tbsps of Extra Virgin Olive Oil (for the non-stick pan that's no longer non-stick), Crispy Curlies lettuce, 2 slices of toast and Bega Super Slims.

1. Heat oil
   
2. Sautee onion slices
   
3. Chuck in Buttons
   
4. Flip n' toss about to prove you have egg-cellent wrist action
   
5. Salt n' herb...
   
6. Pour in beaten egg+milk mix
   
7. Fold and serve...

Toast the two slices of bread (I use wholewheat, but mostly cuz it's there), load up the bread with the crispy curlies, slice of Bega, and as much egg as you wanna put on...cuppa double-shot Arabica, raw cane sugar, and LF Vanilla flavored soy...10 minutes, dammit!!!

Et voila!


(So okay, the picture doesn't look appetizing...but it's better than nothing ok :p And btw, it tastes fine...)


Hungry albino piglet who'd clawed my leg...her face is hidden because she's guilty, dammit! GUILTY!! :p


Hungry cats eyeing food and un-clawed leg. Ngeow....

OMG, a rant's past due!!

So...I took Da Doll to catch the Transformers. Call it a Rite of Passage...mother to child, the sacred passions of my childhood (these include the Thundercats, Pirates of Dark Water, geez...He-Man?....brain drain, brain drain!), passed down. I had a hard time trying to convince Ms. Langkawi Barbie (cuz we're asian, and aren't near Malibu k?) that the Transformers are a rockin'-A cartoon dream come true!!! Hahahaha!

Anyways, she was impressed...but it took her a while, cuz during the drive...well, baby doll wasn't buying it ;) When we got to the cinema, the drama unfurled. An accumulated list of grievances IN the cinema are as follows:

1. The lights were out, and I only knew our row number...TGV's seat numbers aren't out there where we can see them, ya know? So we asked the couple at the beginning of the row what their seat numbers were, cuz then we'd count off ours. They gawped at us as if we were speaking French or something. Retards. Anyways, we sat down because, hey. We were sort of not transparent, and there were people behind us.


2. The lady on my left took umbrage about me plopping my butt into the seat next to her. Well, duh! If I could see or at least know which seat numbers were on either side of us, we'd move, yeah? Anyways, I told her so, whipped out my cell to illuminate the number of the seat I was in, and scooted over accordingly.


3. You know those ads Cineleisure has? About not talking? The irritating cartoon dude and the Wrigley's Spearmint chewing gum?? The one who talks to the screen, then gets shut up by chewing on Wrigley's Spearmint? Hah. I wish I could've stuffed two cartons down the retard's throat that sat behind me. Hello?? If your friend can't read, then ok... repeat the words being written on screen, otherwise...dude. We paid to watch the movie, not listen to you repeat EVERYTHING. I had to turn around at one point, and ask him to stop repeating stuff. He didn't really stop, but he got softer. Or the movie got louder. Whatever.


4. You know the reason why GSC is doing so much better than TGV? I've not gone for ONE movie...not ONE that hasn't had some screen problem right at the start. Today's problem was the letterbox effect. Or whatever it's called. Fuck, the top of the actors' heads, and the subtitles, got sliced out. Nobody corrected the problem until the attack on SOCCENT in Qatar was through. Fuckers.


5. The dude who talked through most of the movie? His friend kicks. Doll kept twisting in her seat halfway through the movie. I shushed her, then realized she was getting kicked. Cuz Fatmouth's friend, Striker, has long legs. He used one on Doll's chair, and the other on mine.

I was gonna add in more grievances, but I'm gonna stop there. I think the tone for the evening went wrong about the time the kiasu couple thought I was accusing them of stealing our seats. Hello, asking you "What's your seat number?" isn't the sign of a hostile takeover.

To top off the night, I had to pee. Badly. So I was in a rush to get home. Now, I wasn't speeding...exactly...mind. But I did push the horses a little. I was coming out of the corner where the old TV3 was. Umm... is it still TV3? :) Anyways...Was...Is...whatever.

There was a blue Wira with Malaccan plates and double digits in front of me, and to my left. MY LEFT. Home is the U-turn under the fly-over, and you take the right lane to get there. Yah? Anyways, I pick up speed. There's nobody ahead, and nobody behind. I accelerate... and Malaccan Plates decides to cut in front of me, no signal. RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME.

I'm accelerating, doofus. Can you NOT tell? Could you NOT wait until I had cleared the stretch to keep right? We were about halfway to the light, and when I highlighted him and stomped on the brakes, he purposely SLOWED DOWN, and started tapping his brakes unnecessarily.

Dude, flex your wrinkled balls someplace more logical. Granted, your girlfriend was in the car next to you, but COME ON!!! Not only are you being infantile, but that's a damned dangerous game to play, even on a deserted stretch. More so when it's not warranted. I did NOT honk you down, I did NOT play bumper tag with you...Fucking find a penis pump, and apply it to your genitalia...

So, anyway. I enjoyed my second viewing of the movie. But I wish to heck I'd packed a bazooka.

I'm NOT sick, but I'm Not Well....(who can tell...??)

Haha, I laugh everytime I hear that song... Weird Al is definitely...weird :)

Anyways, I've been down with the flu!!! Yah... and I've had to cancel lots of classes. Part of that was because my voice had a distinct croak to it. But really, I managed to do a demo jingle last night with my froggy voice, so the real reason is I just don't want to sit in a tiny, enclosed room...spreading my germs around.

Doesn't it bother you to hack, choke, cough, wheeze, and snort indelicately in a confined area? Yeesh.

To prove my earnestness in recovering my full health...Here are photographs evincing my sincere intent!

Evidence 1: I have DRUGS!!! I have compiled my medication and snapped a shot, to prove to you that I have indeed been toking up on drugs up the wazoo! Difflam for the throat, antibiotics for the inflamation in my tonsil area, Panadol for those pesky fevers, zyrtec for the drippies...and cough suppressants. Dang if I know the name :)



Evidence 2: Sickie food!!! ABC soup with some stock. Roots which have sprouted roots, carrots, onions (ONIONS HAVE LAYERS, OGRES HAVE LAYERS....ya geddit?!?!)...and a wee bit of pasta. Heh heh.



Evidence 3: Dark Chocolate... an old wive's tale goes that dark chocolate can ease and appease a sore throat. Studies show that dark chocolate has healing properties!!! :D But really, who can resist those nummilicious, ooshy-squooshy balls of decadent Lind'Or??



Evidence 4: Reese Peanut Butter Cups! The ultimate sickie test... pop a few of those bastards in, and if your sore throat doesn't get worse, it means that the drugs, dark chocolate, and sickie food, have WORKED!!! Hallelujah!



I rest my case :)

To hubby, who has been sending me hate sms for fucking up on the Skype phone purchase, I'd like you to know that yes, my love. I'm feeling better. Thanks for asking. I've been taking care of myself. And I've got the proof for yas. You might never forgive me for not testing that phone, but it's a wee bit hard to when the shop proprietor doesn't have skype, I don't have skype credit, and in general have been ill.

There. NOW I'm done :D

Silly afternoon...

It started with Empress and the Vienese Debutante Ball... Empress had the brainstorm, to get her hair and face done at the Estee Lauder model search, held at Midvalley's Centre Court. For RM300, you get professionally done hair and makeup, a door gift, a professionaly taken A4 photo and a RM250 Estee Lauder voucher, redeemable on the same day.

So me being me, I sat around ragging her and making racist jokes lah. Hawhaw! Anyways, I'd made plans with SoulDoctor to meet up while Empress was having her beautifying session.

When SoulDoc arrived, I decided to tag along with her to hit the ATM, then on the the Dance Shop (for dance shoes), and then to Madam Kwan's for an extremely late lunch. We had a good meal, but a really stoned waiter. He couldn't quite grasp the dynamics of a vegetarian meal, and in his mind, prawns are a type of vegetable.

It was, without belaboring on about it, a very ridiculous 3 minutes spent on ordering food :p

Anyway, I'm fairly sure we spent a half hour (or less) at Madam Kwan's... catching up on news. SoulDoc's in the Starmaker Music Theatre bootcamp, and she had a lot of interesting stories to tell :) Empress, however, had yet to join us, so we decided to just pick up the bill and join her instead.

When we got there, she was just getting her hair done. Mind you, an hour on makeup isn't very funny, okay :p Anyways, long-long-LONG story short, a series of factors (Sheila, the salesgirl, who was really sweet and a little pitiful hehe....SoulDoc, who'd shamed me into getting a shot done for future show ads, and Empress, who'd ragged me about...I can't even remember. I was fairly sure I was the one doing the ragging :p) contributed to my decision to glam up and get snapped.

Here's the standard touched-up version. I am definitely showing my chinese side more, ironically. Considering my racist jokes were of the anti-chinese look bent :p



Well, I didn't want to waste a good set of makeup, so I asked my sis (the one who was home...:p) to take a few test shots. These are a couple of her shots.


I favour not looking at the camera. What do you think?


Also, I do not favor my hair standing about 5 inches above my head. Especially if it's just my fringe :p


Moi, showing off eyeball versatility...look, Ma!! I can look to the left! Hoo-hoooo!!


Dead on. Prefer this pose to the one the photog/touch-up artist chose.

Anyway, that being said, I liked the end result. Despite my personal preferences on hair, the original do didn't turn out too bad :p Also, the make up did NOT take me an hour *coughEmpresscough!* to complete, so I'm really pleased with that part of it too :)

Sis is gonna touch up those pics she took, Photoshop them so I can use them for any future gig promo material, and in the meantime... I'm Sally Jang...whatcha think? :)

P/s: SoulDoc, I'm putting these up for you, k??

Souped to the MAX...

No, not talking about cars here...zomg!!! I had the midnight munchies in a BIG way. So... since I'm supposed to be watching what I put into my (gigantic) belly, I thought of soup. But, hold the phone there! We're out of good ole Campbell's... and I was having a MAJOR craving for soup...

Rummaged in the frig... geez. The veggie crisper's actually stocked, yah? Dunno what m'dad's been on, but he's been marketing. Wow! I found chinese lettuce... so peeled off one leaf. One. Leaf. And grabbed a carrot I suspect was meant for the bunny (sorry Hopper luv!!) and found in the root basket red onions, cloves of garlic, and potatoes.

So... chopped up the pitiful leaf, made little carrot wheels which I halved and set to soak clean. Peeled a potato with a knife not meant for peeling (I was a wee bit afraid I'd slice off a digit with that knife), cubed an onion and smashed up some garlic.

It's not really a big meal. Seriously. The one potato wouldn't have done as much damage as a plate of maggi goreng with the requisite telur mata kerbau, french fried and soggy with week-old oil. I didn't even use a large potato, but a medium-sized one.

But, in my zeal, I had thrown in roughly 2 liters (I suspect it was closer to three liters...) of water, and I felt duty bound to finish it. That much water, plus the two glasses of unflavored H2O, is the reason that I'm now wide awake and sitting up, unable to get horizontal as is my habit, with my book.

Whoa... right after washing up, I was dashing for the loo... that much water, okay?! :p Hahahahaha...!!!

Anyway, I think I'm going to play the Sims 2 some more. I'm way too full to lie down.

But I just want to clarify... it's MOSTLY WATER! (I keep telling myself that, I won't feel so bad about indulging, hehe) :D