Was on half-day MC today, due to quite a bad case of IBS (Irritable Bowel Syndrome). In all honesty, i really don't know how the symptoms me vomiting, feeling weak and a heavy head amount to "IBS". But then again, i'm not the one with the Medicine degree, so "OK Doc, you win!"
Actually come to think of it, more than just purely having "Irritable..." for a physical condition, it got to me on the emotional and mental front.
Feeling quite irritable of late... sh***y work commitments, weird men and their rather 'indecent' requests plus bro telling me that maybe it's time that I should be "changing my bait". The only well 'person' or 'thing' that could make me feel better was Josh Groban. Never thought i'll live to feel this way, but honestly there is something about his voice. That deep, mellowness with that much of dreaminess sweep me away to a 'world' that i hardly know. Each time i listen to him croon, i get transported into my own world of Neverneverland. And apparently i'm not the only one who digs Josh Groban... of late, mum was mesmerised by him too... just last week, "American Idol Gives Back" show featured Josh Groban singing "You Raise Me Up". She was like "Girl... who's this guy? He's got such a beautiful voice." Like Mother like daughter, I was like "Mum you like him too? Heheh... I LOVE HIM!" And we both stayed glued to the TV till his gig was over, both transported into our own Neverneverlands...
Oh yes, about me "changing my bait", this brother of mine... sometimes i question if he's really my brother in kind. He attributed the reason for me attracting, meeting or ending up with the wrong kind of men is largely due to the way i look.
Here's an account of our teleconversation:
Bro: Do you know why you've been ending up with the wrong kind of men? You're like someone that guys will like to bring and be seen hanging out in a club with but definitely not someone that a guy would bring home to mum. (Note to reader: I know what you're thinking, but trust me, pls discount 40% of that previous statement.)
Lara: *Speechless* What???
Bro: You're like an accessory next to their fast car.
Lara: Kor, Eh, please don't make me sound so sleazed up.... i'm definitely far from it.
Bro: Ya, you are far from it on the inside, but on the outside you look like a cheongster! So if you were to tone down your outward appearance and look simpler and more like a plain jane, you will watch the nice men flock to you.
My response to that? Of course not! If i were to do that, it will not be a true reflection of my character. Well partially "vanity" but if i have to explain myself, dressing up and make up are my forms of expressing my own individualism and creativity. I relish each day when i get to work the different looks and have it all nicely blended to a T... that's Lara for you. Even when it comes to work, i prefer words, colours, graphics, marketing as opposed to numbers and indices... so thank God i transferred out from "Banking & Finance" whilst I still had the chance.
Anyway, irritabilities aside... just wanted be alone over the weekend, so i thought. Only manage to achieve time alone on saturday where it was spent working out, cleaning the house and watching the "200 Pound beauty" alone (VERY Hilarious, def a good pick-me-up). On Sunday... well after church it was baby sitting FULL-ON.
Hmmm tomorrow's Labour day, will be hanging out with CC. Feel really blessed to have very good friends like CC and the other 3 "mary jane" musketeers of mine around.
~ Lara ~
Monday 30 April 2007
Saturday 28 April 2007
Save the world, one birthday girl at a time
Its tough being a pimp.
You think its hard getting people to part with 20 cents for a Flag Day cause? Try getting them to part with $5. Armed with our props (that even included advertisement), we managed to raise 30 bucks tonight through 'sale' of kisses from the birthday girl.
The AMs: Think we were trying to rip them off.
The Indians with the posh accents and Bollywood looks: Think we were begging for crumbs.
The local boys: Were predictably boring. Preferred to look from the sidelines with sheepish smiles with looks that say “I can kiss better than that,” but yet ran for the mothers when we approached them.
The men with girlfriends: Had absolutely no balls. The girlfriends seemed more sporting.
The gays asked: "Can we kiss a boy instead?" I am not making this up.
But there were some good moments. Like the cheeky tall fellow who asked little questions and offered $10 for the Euro-style double kiss. He even told us to spend the money wisely. And the cute gay who looked horrified for a moment when he thought tongues were necessary. All in all, 5 men, 6 kisses. Not bad for one hour's of work.
Till your 31st birthday, Nee-san.
~SeamonkeY~
You think its hard getting people to part with 20 cents for a Flag Day cause? Try getting them to part with $5. Armed with our props (that even included advertisement), we managed to raise 30 bucks tonight through 'sale' of kisses from the birthday girl.
The AMs: Think we were trying to rip them off.
The Indians with the posh accents and Bollywood looks: Think we were begging for crumbs.
The local boys: Were predictably boring. Preferred to look from the sidelines with sheepish smiles with looks that say “I can kiss better than that,” but yet ran for the mothers when we approached them.
The men with girlfriends: Had absolutely no balls. The girlfriends seemed more sporting.
The gays asked: "Can we kiss a boy instead?" I am not making this up.
But there were some good moments. Like the cheeky tall fellow who asked little questions and offered $10 for the Euro-style double kiss. He even told us to spend the money wisely. And the cute gay who looked horrified for a moment when he thought tongues were necessary. All in all, 5 men, 6 kisses. Not bad for one hour's of work.
Till your 31st birthday, Nee-san.
~SeamonkeY~
There's a price to pay for vanity
Today i was reminded why i don't visit a professional 'brow-plucker'.
My First Time
I remember it was years back. Decided to attempt to shape my brows after my trusted co-worker told me so much about how good this brow specialist is. That everyone goes to her and have to pre-book her in advance. Looking at my friend's brows i can't help but believe she's good. And so we went one day after work.
True enough there was a LOOONNNGGGG queue. And 90% of the girls there wanted this particular specialist to pluck their brows. Looking at the so called specialist, i wondered to myself "sure or not, she looks a lil scary herself." But looking at the crowd who were willing to wait n tolerate her rude remarks and comments i thought she must be really good.
Finally it was my turn... oooooooo.... i was interigated while i suffered in pain.
Scary Specialist (SS): When's the last time u pluck ur eye brows?
Frighten Me (FM): erm... never pluck. first time. Ouch...
(woah.. i could feel my tears coming on. that was just one strand and it was so painful! It doesn't help that I have thick brows so each strand is THICK...)
SS: How can a girl never pluck her brows before. Do u know that is not right? blah blah blah
FM: Erm... can u just shape it. don't pluck until it's one line.
SS: I know what to do, don't tell me what to do blah blah blah
(this lady has a really bad attitude and a bad breath!)
By now my tears have already started coz the pain was just unbearable... yes i have no trashold for pain. When we were finally done with one brow i was almost not comforted that i had another brow to shape.
When she was done and she showed me the brows... I NEARLY FAINTED! Where were my brows? What brows? She practically removed everything and decided that a line was her kind intention for me to roughly know where to draw the fake brows on.
Now, i really freaked out. coz not only have i never plucked my brows.. i've never drawn one! How am i going to office the next day? I look HIDEOUS without brows!
SS: Don't worry. I will teach u how to draw. Every girl must draw her brows. Do u have an eye brow pencil? (i nodded). What brand? (i told her). Actually I don't recommend that but this time i let you off, u just use what u have first. Next time when u return u must buy the one i recommend.
Gosh! Did she really think i'd be back?! Of course i didn't. I wouldn't even go into the story of how i had to live my next many months trying to figure out how exactly to draw and grow back my brows.... went thru a whole series of bad brow days... but hey i met my husband then... he didn't even noticed haha...
My Second Time
It was my wedding - no choice, had to shape it and look my best. It turned out ok. Shape was nice and it wasn't painful coz they shaved it instead.
My Third Time
I went shopping with my cousin today and decided perhaps i should shape my brows today. I walked past citilink and true enough, they were having a special promotion with a brow counter set up. Without second thoughts, I went with anticipation that it will definitely turn out good, since the set up looks quite impressive.
The minute she started, i remembered why i didn't want to do this ever again. It was so painful! I mean i pluck my own brows now and it never hurt so much coz i take effort to make sure each brow is plucked with care.
This lady here just went plucking like no tomorrow and commented that it is becoz my brows are thick that's why it's painful. Once again, i believe the words of a specialist. When it was finally done, i took a quick look at the mirror and thought.. ok not bad. at least it isn't a line and it looks neater now.
i decided to take a closer look at my brows when i was in a fitting room. to my horror i saw red bumps all over my eye lids. I could even see that my skin was being torn off. Of course it was painful! She was plucking my flesh n skin not just the hair n she blamed it on my thick brows... LAME.
The verdict? i'm never going to do it agian.
Pokadot brow Ribena
My First Time
I remember it was years back. Decided to attempt to shape my brows after my trusted co-worker told me so much about how good this brow specialist is. That everyone goes to her and have to pre-book her in advance. Looking at my friend's brows i can't help but believe she's good. And so we went one day after work.
True enough there was a LOOONNNGGGG queue. And 90% of the girls there wanted this particular specialist to pluck their brows. Looking at the so called specialist, i wondered to myself "sure or not, she looks a lil scary herself." But looking at the crowd who were willing to wait n tolerate her rude remarks and comments i thought she must be really good.
Finally it was my turn... oooooooo.... i was interigated while i suffered in pain.
Scary Specialist (SS): When's the last time u pluck ur eye brows?
Frighten Me (FM): erm... never pluck. first time. Ouch...
(woah.. i could feel my tears coming on. that was just one strand and it was so painful! It doesn't help that I have thick brows so each strand is THICK...)
SS: How can a girl never pluck her brows before. Do u know that is not right? blah blah blah
FM: Erm... can u just shape it. don't pluck until it's one line.
SS: I know what to do, don't tell me what to do blah blah blah
(this lady has a really bad attitude and a bad breath!)
By now my tears have already started coz the pain was just unbearable... yes i have no trashold for pain. When we were finally done with one brow i was almost not comforted that i had another brow to shape.
When she was done and she showed me the brows... I NEARLY FAINTED! Where were my brows? What brows? She practically removed everything and decided that a line was her kind intention for me to roughly know where to draw the fake brows on.
Now, i really freaked out. coz not only have i never plucked my brows.. i've never drawn one! How am i going to office the next day? I look HIDEOUS without brows!
SS: Don't worry. I will teach u how to draw. Every girl must draw her brows. Do u have an eye brow pencil? (i nodded). What brand? (i told her). Actually I don't recommend that but this time i let you off, u just use what u have first. Next time when u return u must buy the one i recommend.
Gosh! Did she really think i'd be back?! Of course i didn't. I wouldn't even go into the story of how i had to live my next many months trying to figure out how exactly to draw and grow back my brows.... went thru a whole series of bad brow days... but hey i met my husband then... he didn't even noticed haha...
My Second Time
It was my wedding - no choice, had to shape it and look my best. It turned out ok. Shape was nice and it wasn't painful coz they shaved it instead.
My Third Time
I went shopping with my cousin today and decided perhaps i should shape my brows today. I walked past citilink and true enough, they were having a special promotion with a brow counter set up. Without second thoughts, I went with anticipation that it will definitely turn out good, since the set up looks quite impressive.
The minute she started, i remembered why i didn't want to do this ever again. It was so painful! I mean i pluck my own brows now and it never hurt so much coz i take effort to make sure each brow is plucked with care.
This lady here just went plucking like no tomorrow and commented that it is becoz my brows are thick that's why it's painful. Once again, i believe the words of a specialist. When it was finally done, i took a quick look at the mirror and thought.. ok not bad. at least it isn't a line and it looks neater now.
i decided to take a closer look at my brows when i was in a fitting room. to my horror i saw red bumps all over my eye lids. I could even see that my skin was being torn off. Of course it was painful! She was plucking my flesh n skin not just the hair n she blamed it on my thick brows... LAME.
The verdict? i'm never going to do it agian.
Pokadot brow Ribena
Thursday 26 April 2007
And so it is...
Sitting in the comfort of my room, sipping this can of bubbly white wine of sorts, somehow i still feel that wine should be drunk without the bubbles, period. It's been awhile since i last wrote an entry, but well i guess it's due to a variety of reasons...
It has been a season of happiness, excitement and a lil disappointment of sorts for me... but thank God, through it all, i'm still the same-o "Lara" - strong and cool...
And so, I sit, calm with a sense of melancholy feel. I'm well sedated with the alcohol taking its rightful effect. But it doesn't mean that i'm an alchi... Let me clarify, i'm hardly the sort who drinks at home, let alone club/pub. I'm only drinking simply because i bought this bubbly wine novelty at the spur of the moment and i reckon that i better finish it least mum nags at me drinking again. (She doesn't like me to drink.)
Writing with a heavy heart tonight... due to a personal reason only some of my mates know why... I have to let something rather dear to my heart go. Get this straight, it's nothing to do with the relationship front (though that's a thing of the past now).
Whatever it is, i hope the "Talk" tomorrow goes well and pens out for the better. Till then, anyone in for watching "The Phantom of the Opera" with me? :D
~ Lara ~
It has been a season of happiness, excitement and a lil disappointment of sorts for me... but thank God, through it all, i'm still the same-o "Lara" - strong and cool...
And so, I sit, calm with a sense of melancholy feel. I'm well sedated with the alcohol taking its rightful effect. But it doesn't mean that i'm an alchi... Let me clarify, i'm hardly the sort who drinks at home, let alone club/pub. I'm only drinking simply because i bought this bubbly wine novelty at the spur of the moment and i reckon that i better finish it least mum nags at me drinking again. (She doesn't like me to drink.)
Writing with a heavy heart tonight... due to a personal reason only some of my mates know why... I have to let something rather dear to my heart go. Get this straight, it's nothing to do with the relationship front (though that's a thing of the past now).
Whatever it is, i hope the "Talk" tomorrow goes well and pens out for the better. Till then, anyone in for watching "The Phantom of the Opera" with me? :D
~ Lara ~
Wednesday 25 April 2007
Memories
Always believed all things happen for a reason - good or bad events regardless. Events in our lives happened for us to lead better lives, be stronger and wiser person. For us to appreciate what we have more and be more thankful in our lives.
But when you are in the midst of going through, it is hard to get the tough going. And at times you feel like giving up, at times you feel life sucks, you feel God is unfair (or rather you feel perhaps there aint a God at all), then it becomes a vicious cycle where you circle yourself into a deeper level, which makes it even more difficult to pull yourself out. At times, you look at the people around you and you wonder why their lives are better than yours. Then you end up sulking each and every day, hating this and that, your heart is so filled with hatred, you feel like life has no meaning anymore. Your mind becomes senseless, your ears become shut, people around you can say all they want, nothing gets into your mind.
Memories of how I felt years ago.
And it hurts to see someone else go through the same, or rather even worse.
Then Ribena says, what you have been through, God uses it to help the person who is going through the same.
As the saying goes, events happen for a reason.
~6th Sense (Been there done that, dont wanna go back!)
But when you are in the midst of going through, it is hard to get the tough going. And at times you feel like giving up, at times you feel life sucks, you feel God is unfair (or rather you feel perhaps there aint a God at all), then it becomes a vicious cycle where you circle yourself into a deeper level, which makes it even more difficult to pull yourself out. At times, you look at the people around you and you wonder why their lives are better than yours. Then you end up sulking each and every day, hating this and that, your heart is so filled with hatred, you feel like life has no meaning anymore. Your mind becomes senseless, your ears become shut, people around you can say all they want, nothing gets into your mind.
Memories of how I felt years ago.
And it hurts to see someone else go through the same, or rather even worse.
Then Ribena says, what you have been through, God uses it to help the person who is going through the same.
As the saying goes, events happen for a reason.
~6th Sense (Been there done that, dont wanna go back!)
Monday 23 April 2007
Baby Blues
My friends are all getting preggers, its like a epidemic. I'm not exactly feeling the love right now and it may be due to the fact that its almost the end of the month. Payday is so close and yet so far that I get a little grumpy counting my pennies. The guilt card is also dealt heavily as I try not to think about the too much fun I had this month. And what does being broke have to do with folks getting knocked up? A lot. I emailed some friends today that a gift has been bought for one of our mates who is due any day soon and it cost X amount of dollars. Out of the goodness of her heart, Choo wrote back and suggested we get something else when the mother pops -_-" I replied that the gift was accompanied by a complimentary water bottle (and in my head, hoping that that will suffice).
I'm so sick of people getting married, preggers etc that over lunch, I announced at the table that I should get knocked up first and people should buy me gifts. This isn't a case of my bio-clock ticking. As far as I know, mine has been dormant for a very long time. But at the rate these folks are going, statistics will show that I'm going to be the last one with my very own bundle and what's going to happen then? I'm going to end up with hand-me-downs. When you are asked to be a 'sister' at someone's wedding for the very first time, you go shopping for the dress like its your big day. When its the nth time of being a 'sister', you pick out the clothes you want to wear on the morning itself. Same theory. I'm going to end up with babies clothes that smell of spilled milk. Bleah.
I hate the end of the month.
~SeamonkeY~
I'm so sick of people getting married, preggers etc that over lunch, I announced at the table that I should get knocked up first and people should buy me gifts. This isn't a case of my bio-clock ticking. As far as I know, mine has been dormant for a very long time. But at the rate these folks are going, statistics will show that I'm going to be the last one with my very own bundle and what's going to happen then? I'm going to end up with hand-me-downs. When you are asked to be a 'sister' at someone's wedding for the very first time, you go shopping for the dress like its your big day. When its the nth time of being a 'sister', you pick out the clothes you want to wear on the morning itself. Same theory. I'm going to end up with babies clothes that smell of spilled milk. Bleah.
I hate the end of the month.
~SeamonkeY~
Two to Tango
Hung out with Paulette on Friday night since Kenneth Cole was sick (hmm who am I kidding? I would probably still have hung out with her even if he wasn't hee...). On the pretext of free-flow drinks at a a salsa club along the Tanjong Pagar area, I finally saw a different side of her that I've not seen before.
She's big on salsa, that much I know but I've never seen her in action. For a woman who constantly trips on her heels, spills drinks on herself and sometimes has food flying off her plate, figured her stilettos will be a danger to others on the dance floor.. or so I think. She's actually not bad.
It was pretty much a night of culture shock. First, you get evergreen folks dancing like it was 1984 (and being damn good at it). Second, everyone asks everyone to dance. You do not reject them on the excuse that they are fugly, you turn them down if you do not salsa (apparently they genuinely meant it when they ask you to dance, it is not a pick up line). Third, some of those peeps on the dance floor need to get a room..pronto! And fourth, you really feel like an idiot with two left feet in a wheelchair if you do not salsa. Thank gawd for the free-flow.
But it was a real eye-opener. And Paulette can really dance. And now I'm pretty psyched to pick it up just to see if I can cha-cha like the evergreen folks. In KC's delirious state, he actually said he's up for it if i really want to give it a go. He has no idea...
~SeamonkeY~
She's big on salsa, that much I know but I've never seen her in action. For a woman who constantly trips on her heels, spills drinks on herself and sometimes has food flying off her plate, figured her stilettos will be a danger to others on the dance floor.. or so I think. She's actually not bad.
It was pretty much a night of culture shock. First, you get evergreen folks dancing like it was 1984 (and being damn good at it). Second, everyone asks everyone to dance. You do not reject them on the excuse that they are fugly, you turn them down if you do not salsa (apparently they genuinely meant it when they ask you to dance, it is not a pick up line). Third, some of those peeps on the dance floor need to get a room..pronto! And fourth, you really feel like an idiot with two left feet in a wheelchair if you do not salsa. Thank gawd for the free-flow.
But it was a real eye-opener. And Paulette can really dance. And now I'm pretty psyched to pick it up just to see if I can cha-cha like the evergreen folks. In KC's delirious state, he actually said he's up for it if i really want to give it a go. He has no idea...
~SeamonkeY~
Saturday 21 April 2007
No No To Korean Movies? Try this.
200 pounds beauty
highly recommend everyone to watch it.
guys, just drool over the actress.
girls, enjoy the movie!
don't wait for DVD, watch it at the cinema now! :)
ribena
swam 32 laps today! Yeah!
highly recommend everyone to watch it.
guys, just drool over the actress.
girls, enjoy the movie!
don't wait for DVD, watch it at the cinema now! :)
ribena
swam 32 laps today! Yeah!
Thursday 19 April 2007
Monday 16 April 2007
My Life As A Donut
Met up with McGrace and Mond on Sat night and we got inspired about making a new short again. This is a film about the underdog - the plain donut - and a typical day in its life, aptly titled "My Life As A Donut", that we made 3 years ago. Its pretty cringe-worthy now that I've viewed it again but was definitely fun during the making and our (or rather my) awe for Tim Burton's stop-motion technology. Make a guess how we made the donut 'walk the talk'.
This is my protest against the incessant long queue at the donut shop located at Raffles City basement. Yes Mond, I have issues.
~SeamonkeY~
Bintan (Again) BUT....
Was at Bintan over the weekend with KP (for the second time) in 2 months. The only reason I agreed to go Bintan again in a short period of time was because we first met there as friends, and now back there again as couples! Thot that was the sweetest thing to do :-) as couples.
Wasnt scorching hot, oh well, we didnt want to get sun-burnt as well!! Racing through the waves in a jetski, throttling through the jungles in the ATV (All Terrain Vehicle), trying to corner without scaring my guts off on a Go-kart (while seeing KP lapping me so easily :-p ), swimming in crystal clear waters trying really hard to spot fishes, finally lazing off on the hammock in his arms and feeling the wind ruffle through our hair......and the nicest thing of all, a nice conversation with some hair-stroking moments and an extremely sweet gaze.
Hmmmm...7th heaven. :-)
The blue sky and the waves didnt matter, we were totally oblivious to them.
~6th Sense
enjoying her honeymoon moments......
Wasnt scorching hot, oh well, we didnt want to get sun-burnt as well!! Racing through the waves in a jetski, throttling through the jungles in the ATV (All Terrain Vehicle), trying to corner without scaring my guts off on a Go-kart (while seeing KP lapping me so easily :-p ), swimming in crystal clear waters trying really hard to spot fishes, finally lazing off on the hammock in his arms and feeling the wind ruffle through our hair......and the nicest thing of all, a nice conversation with some hair-stroking moments and an extremely sweet gaze.
Hmmmm...7th heaven. :-)
The blue sky and the waves didnt matter, we were totally oblivious to them.
~6th Sense
enjoying her honeymoon moments......
Good Reads
An often overlooked part of editorial that an editor-friend has so kindly point it out.
From JUICE Singapore, April 2007
JUICE shall not, without the written consent of the Publisher, or his gerbil, be given, lent, resold, utlised as a religious document, hired out or otherwise disposed of in a mutilated condition or in any unauthorised way; or affixed to any part of any publication or advertising, literary or pictorial matter whatsoever, or we will send the legal dogs for your ass, biatch. While every reasonable care is taken for editorial contributions, no responsibility will be assumed for return of materials or for corrections of contributed stupidity. Opinions express or implied in JUICE are solely for those of the writers, and are not necessarily well-thought out, intelligent, interesting, or endorsed by the Editor or Publisher. Advertisers and/or their representatives indemnify the Publishers in relation to defamation, slander, breach, copyright, infringement of trademarks of name of publication titles, unfair competitive or trade practices, royalties or violation of rights or privacy. Come on, serve us with your writ, bitch!
And this is why I pick up JUICE than pay real money for female magazines. I'm cheap.
~SeamonkeY~
From JUICE Singapore, April 2007
JUICE shall not, without the written consent of the Publisher, or his gerbil, be given, lent, resold, utlised as a religious document, hired out or otherwise disposed of in a mutilated condition or in any unauthorised way; or affixed to any part of any publication or advertising, literary or pictorial matter whatsoever, or we will send the legal dogs for your ass, biatch. While every reasonable care is taken for editorial contributions, no responsibility will be assumed for return of materials or for corrections of contributed stupidity. Opinions express or implied in JUICE are solely for those of the writers, and are not necessarily well-thought out, intelligent, interesting, or endorsed by the Editor or Publisher. Advertisers and/or their representatives indemnify the Publishers in relation to defamation, slander, breach, copyright, infringement of trademarks of name of publication titles, unfair competitive or trade practices, royalties or violation of rights or privacy. Come on, serve us with your writ, bitch!
And this is why I pick up JUICE than pay real money for female magazines. I'm cheap.
~SeamonkeY~
Saturday 14 April 2007
we're rolling
we're learning rock n roll in a country club...
are we inspired by 'so u think u can dance'?
absolutely not.
are we inspired by the participants at the country club?
definitely not.
why rock & roll? why country club?
well... we're expected to rock and roll when we're in France.
whole family's learning together, so what the heck...
RIBENA
rock n roll, in a country club...
don't ask me why...
Friday 13 April 2007
A Blonde Moment
The entire blonde community decided to come together one day to dispel the notion that all blondes are dumb.
Gathering at the stadium, the blondes rallied around the stage as the Emcee kick start the event.
Emcee: Today, we are gathered here to prove to the world that blondes are not dumb!
Blonde Crowd: Yes!!!
Emcee: I need a volunteer for this. Who would like to come on stage?
A blonde walked up the stage.
Emcee: To prove that blondes are not dumb, I shall ask you some questions. (Blonde Girl nodded.) What is 8 x 6?
Blonde Girl: ...43?
Blonde Crowd: GIVE HER A CHANCE! GIVE HER A CHANCE!
Emcee: OK, never mind. Let's go with an easier question...what is 7 + 9?
Blonde Girl: ...12?
Blonde Crowd: GIVE HER A CHANCE! GIVE HER A CHANCE!
Emcee: No worries! One more try...what is 3 + 2?
Blonde Girl: ...5?
Blonde Crowd: GIVE HER A CHANCE!! GIVE HER A CHANCE!!
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Blonde moment aside, that will probably be the crowd reaction when Mello and I take part in a pop quiz event at The Yard next Wednesday. Covering all questions on entertainment, music, the arts, current affairs, general knowledge and possibly every single item under the sun, I foresee that this will be our own undoing...and all the humiliation for....a beer hamper (top prize). And we dun even like beer.
The things we do for cheap thrills.
~SeamonkeY~
Gathering at the stadium, the blondes rallied around the stage as the Emcee kick start the event.
Emcee: Today, we are gathered here to prove to the world that blondes are not dumb!
Blonde Crowd: Yes!!!
Emcee: I need a volunteer for this. Who would like to come on stage?
A blonde walked up the stage.
Emcee: To prove that blondes are not dumb, I shall ask you some questions. (Blonde Girl nodded.) What is 8 x 6?
Blonde Girl: ...43?
Blonde Crowd: GIVE HER A CHANCE! GIVE HER A CHANCE!
Emcee: OK, never mind. Let's go with an easier question...what is 7 + 9?
Blonde Girl: ...12?
Blonde Crowd: GIVE HER A CHANCE! GIVE HER A CHANCE!
Emcee: No worries! One more try...what is 3 + 2?
Blonde Girl: ...5?
Blonde Crowd: GIVE HER A CHANCE!! GIVE HER A CHANCE!!
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Blonde moment aside, that will probably be the crowd reaction when Mello and I take part in a pop quiz event at The Yard next Wednesday. Covering all questions on entertainment, music, the arts, current affairs, general knowledge and possibly every single item under the sun, I foresee that this will be our own undoing...and all the humiliation for....a beer hamper (top prize). And we dun even like beer.
The things we do for cheap thrills.
~SeamonkeY~
Monday 9 April 2007
It's Written in the Stars
(Before I begin my rambling, for the record, Kenneth Cole and I only came up with those puke-worthy skits as sources have told us that Sixth Sense and Kip's public doings may just give us a toothache. Given that my next dental appointment is in May and I’ve waited for a whole year for it, there is really no need for the added sugar rush now.)
(And secondly, is it me or has Tyra Banks put on some serious weight since she quit her day job and went into the talkshow business fulltime? I missed Ellen today and have to be contended with 10 mins of the Tyra Show.)
Anyway, while couching after dinner yesterday, I had another inane conversation with KC on a really frivolous topic,
KC: *some muttering*...should allow room for family members and friends to rant their frustration... (or something along that line as he read from Sunday's Lifestyle section)
SeamonkeY: Huh? Who?
KC: Geminis. You.
SeamonkeY: You're into Horoscope?
KC: Not really. I just check for the two (signs)...just to see what the week holds ahead.
SeamonkeY thinks *I'm check-worthy! I'm check-worthy!!** be still, my beating heart**
I'm not big into the whole Horoscope scene but I sometimes do indulge if I get to browse through I-S for that week. Speaking of which, the fellow who starspeaks in I-S is insane! I suspect that he/she probably got fed up with the boring (it is time to tackle the job at hand), vague (two wings make no mountain climb), predictable (watch the spending on Wednesday..eh hello, much welcome happy hour deals to curb with stress) or voice of doom (beware of traffic on Friday) forecasts and decided to revolutionise. He/She is probably a quack but its oh-so-fun to read it.
Admit it, you check your partner's sign on the sly too.
*I'm check-worthy, I'm check-worthy!*
~SeamonkeY~
(And secondly, is it me or has Tyra Banks put on some serious weight since she quit her day job and went into the talkshow business fulltime? I missed Ellen today and have to be contended with 10 mins of the Tyra Show.)
Anyway, while couching after dinner yesterday, I had another inane conversation with KC on a really frivolous topic,
KC: *some muttering*...should allow room for family members and friends to rant their frustration... (or something along that line as he read from Sunday's Lifestyle section)
SeamonkeY: Huh? Who?
KC: Geminis. You.
SeamonkeY: You're into Horoscope?
KC: Not really. I just check for the two (signs)...just to see what the week holds ahead.
SeamonkeY thinks *I'm check-worthy! I'm check-worthy!!** be still, my beating heart**
I'm not big into the whole Horoscope scene but I sometimes do indulge if I get to browse through I-S for that week. Speaking of which, the fellow who starspeaks in I-S is insane! I suspect that he/she probably got fed up with the boring (it is time to tackle the job at hand), vague (two wings make no mountain climb), predictable (watch the spending on Wednesday..eh hello, much welcome happy hour deals to curb with stress) or voice of doom (beware of traffic on Friday) forecasts and decided to revolutionise. He/She is probably a quack but its oh-so-fun to read it.
Admit it, you check your partner's sign on the sly too.
*I'm check-worthy, I'm check-worthy!*
~SeamonkeY~
Outdo Outlove
I hear something interesting coming from Seamonkey. She is really one woman filled with *can I say hilarious* ideas!
Well you see, Seamonkey, KC, Kp and I went for a wakeboarding trip at Raffles Marina last Saturday. It was Seamonkey's and KC's first time meeting KP, after the priceless advice they have given during our "pre-bf gf" stage. You know when you have to plan your moves and strategise, one head just doesnt work! Plus, I am not experienced at such games! :-p
So the two folks had a game plan.
A game plan to out-do us.
A game plan that will make us both so bloody disgusted.
But of course they will outdo us what, its KP's first wakeboarding try!
Doopid, their plan is to out-love us!
Seamonkey's and KC's devious plans :
KC : will jump into the water frantically and save Seamonkey every time she drops from the wakeboarding. Hero saves the Beauty!
Seamonkey : will cut up KC's food and feed him bit by bit with eyes locked at each other. Enough to make you throw your food out!
Seamonkey and KC : will chase each other round the trees, dance to bollywood rhythms and finally hugging and "smelling" each other.
Seamonkey and KC : and everytime they kiss, one of them will pretend to receive "electric shocks".
Gaaaaaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddd!
I will probably be thinking both of them had gone bonkers if they have done that!
There again, the thought of it really tickles me!!
Hahhahhahahhahahhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhahahhahahhaa
~6th Sense
Well you see, Seamonkey, KC, Kp and I went for a wakeboarding trip at Raffles Marina last Saturday. It was Seamonkey's and KC's first time meeting KP, after the priceless advice they have given during our "pre-bf gf" stage. You know when you have to plan your moves and strategise, one head just doesnt work! Plus, I am not experienced at such games! :-p
So the two folks had a game plan.
A game plan to out-do us.
A game plan that will make us both so bloody disgusted.
But of course they will outdo us what, its KP's first wakeboarding try!
Doopid, their plan is to out-love us!
Seamonkey's and KC's devious plans :
KC : will jump into the water frantically and save Seamonkey every time she drops from the wakeboarding. Hero saves the Beauty!
Seamonkey : will cut up KC's food and feed him bit by bit with eyes locked at each other. Enough to make you throw your food out!
Seamonkey and KC : will chase each other round the trees, dance to bollywood rhythms and finally hugging and "smelling" each other.
Seamonkey and KC : and everytime they kiss, one of them will pretend to receive "electric shocks".
Gaaaaaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddd!
I will probably be thinking both of them had gone bonkers if they have done that!
There again, the thought of it really tickles me!!
Hahhahhahahhahahhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhahahhahahhaa
~6th Sense
Sunday 8 April 2007
I'm A Happy Jelly Baby
My day started at 0600hrs with mum screaming at the top of her voice for me to "WAKE UP!". But I'm happy nonetheless, for a few reasons:
1. It's Easter Sunday! It's a significant day for Christians around the world.
2. I was also looking forward to having to host and lead my church's Sunday School Easter rally for kids!
3. But most of all... Curly's baaack from his Jap trip! (BOY... AM I GLAD!!!)
Met Curly this eve (yes i've been out the entire day and was awfully beat), BUT, somehow the thought of having to see him after 1 entire week gave me the 'strength' to pull through the drive to his place. Hehe, when i got to finally meet him, I felt as though I was like a little girl squealing in excitement and waiting in anticipation of her favourite Cartoon mascot appearance (not that i'm saying he's Barney, the Purple Dino), yet i think my ego got the better of me and I carefully concealed those feelings, and so i greeted him as per my normal cool self. Darn it... kicked myself. OK, so i'm taking baby steps to learn how to be like a girl (trying my best)... very quickly thereafter hugs + kisses followed. Heh... *blush*
Spent some time exploring the stashes he got for himself, listening about his trip and looking through some of the pics. Nice! Then it got to the more exciting part, the stashes he got for me! :)
1. 2 x Hip hop head bands (very trendy!)
2. 5 x Blueberry gums (My Mate Cc got this for me from her last trip to Jap and it got me hooked.)
3. Hot fuchsia pink Le Coq Sportif polo (Which btw, fits like a dream!)
4. Finally... a tin of White/Dark Choc biscuits that are also known as "White Beloved Ones". (Excuse me all, this is no ordinary choc biscuit, once you sink your teeth into this amazing pastry, PLEASE observe that moment of SILENCE!!!)
(Note: He also bought some for my family, effort to 'bribe' my family members scored him bonus brownie points tonight, as they enjoyed the biscuits over a cup of Ocha.)
You really have to check this choc biscuit out, remember if you're ever in Japan, this is a MUST-BUY item. No need to be in Hokkaido, just need to buy it off Narita Airport. Cannot afford a trip there? Buy online: http://www.shiroikoibito.ishiya.co.jp/english/index.html
You know at the end of the day, it wasn't about the gifts he got for me. But it was his presence that really mattered and made me smile. :)
~ Happy Lara ~
1. It's Easter Sunday! It's a significant day for Christians around the world.
2. I was also looking forward to having to host and lead my church's Sunday School Easter rally for kids!
3. But most of all... Curly's baaack from his Jap trip! (BOY... AM I GLAD!!!)
Met Curly this eve (yes i've been out the entire day and was awfully beat), BUT, somehow the thought of having to see him after 1 entire week gave me the 'strength' to pull through the drive to his place. Hehe, when i got to finally meet him, I felt as though I was like a little girl squealing in excitement and waiting in anticipation of her favourite Cartoon mascot appearance (not that i'm saying he's Barney, the Purple Dino), yet i think my ego got the better of me and I carefully concealed those feelings, and so i greeted him as per my normal cool self. Darn it... kicked myself. OK, so i'm taking baby steps to learn how to be like a girl (trying my best)... very quickly thereafter hugs + kisses followed. Heh... *blush*
Spent some time exploring the stashes he got for himself, listening about his trip and looking through some of the pics. Nice! Then it got to the more exciting part, the stashes he got for me! :)
1. 2 x Hip hop head bands (very trendy!)
2. 5 x Blueberry gums (My Mate Cc got this for me from her last trip to Jap and it got me hooked.)
3. Hot fuchsia pink Le Coq Sportif polo (Which btw, fits like a dream!)
4. Finally... a tin of White/Dark Choc biscuits that are also known as "White Beloved Ones". (Excuse me all, this is no ordinary choc biscuit, once you sink your teeth into this amazing pastry, PLEASE observe that moment of SILENCE!!!)
(Note: He also bought some for my family, effort to 'bribe' my family members scored him bonus brownie points tonight, as they enjoyed the biscuits over a cup of Ocha.)
You really have to check this choc biscuit out, remember if you're ever in Japan, this is a MUST-BUY item. No need to be in Hokkaido, just need to buy it off Narita Airport. Cannot afford a trip there? Buy online: http://www.shiroikoibito.ishiya.co.jp/english/index.html
You know at the end of the day, it wasn't about the gifts he got for me. But it was his presence that really mattered and made me smile. :)
~ Happy Lara ~
Friday 6 April 2007
The Namesake
Lara and I caught the movie The Namesake yesterday. It's the story about a Bengali couple who got together through an arranged marriage, uprooted themselves from India and settled down in the States to start their family.
Based on a book (which I suspect would be a much detailed read), the protagonist portrayed in the movie is the couple's son, Gogol, whose name was a source of reminder of where he came from and how he often tried to distance himself from that very heritage. A huge part of the movie is on him but it was really the older couple's love that I thought swept everything away. Their love was not over the top but believable, and truly held the story together. I especially like the part how Ashima (the wife) told Ashok (the husband) she liked his shoes when he asked why she picked him out amongst all the matchmaking suitors *winks*.
Kudos to the actress who played Ashima, Gogol's mother, who carried herself convincingly from a fearful young girl to the mother who felt like a stranger from her kids and eventually the grieving widow. This show is a definite keeper; I'm off to get the book.
~SeamonkeY~
Based on a book (which I suspect would be a much detailed read), the protagonist portrayed in the movie is the couple's son, Gogol, whose name was a source of reminder of where he came from and how he often tried to distance himself from that very heritage. A huge part of the movie is on him but it was really the older couple's love that I thought swept everything away. Their love was not over the top but believable, and truly held the story together. I especially like the part how Ashima (the wife) told Ashok (the husband) she liked his shoes when he asked why she picked him out amongst all the matchmaking suitors *winks*.
Kudos to the actress who played Ashima, Gogol's mother, who carried herself convincingly from a fearful young girl to the mother who felt like a stranger from her kids and eventually the grieving widow. This show is a definite keeper; I'm off to get the book.
~SeamonkeY~
Wednesday 4 April 2007
Amazing Love
Was down with cold, sore throat and slight fever yesterday. Its rarely that I fall sick, but it must have been some virus that is spreading in the office.
Croaking in painful voice box, body aching all over - It definitely didnt feel good to be lying at home and nursing myself to recovery. Doesnt help when you have a mum who goes "eh I cooking curry vegetable today lei, never mind lah hor, you just eat a little, I cook with lesser chilli".
Oh well. What can I say. But in anyway, I am never that kind who will discipline myself to eat the right stuffs when I am sick. "Yi du gong du" :-p
Doctor KP met me in the night. We had dinner near his place - I didnt have appetite at all, so a small bowl of desserts is all I stomached" We went over to his place and he did the most amazing thing I have ever experienced in my whole life :-)
He took out the pot, put in the herbal liang teh ingredients and started reading to me the description on the container, like what it contains, what it does and what its for and that its good for my cough...blah blah blah.
Was I listening? Er no....I was simply overjoyed! Sneeking gentle peeks at him as he added water into the pot. His gentleness and his sweet concern made me feel a deep sense of warmth and security! Boy, aint I the most fortunate woman on earth!! :-) Seriously, no guy has ever ever boil "liang teh" for me in all my 30 years (29 to be exact)!!! How did it feel? Wondering how come I so underprivileged in my past few relationships?! =p
Oh well. The past doesnt matter anyway now!
He took my temperature while I lie there like an obedient child, sneeking occasional peeks at him as he presses the buzzing thermometer. Still amazed.
Still overjoyed.
~6th Sense
Croaking in painful voice box, body aching all over - It definitely didnt feel good to be lying at home and nursing myself to recovery. Doesnt help when you have a mum who goes "eh I cooking curry vegetable today lei, never mind lah hor, you just eat a little, I cook with lesser chilli".
Oh well. What can I say. But in anyway, I am never that kind who will discipline myself to eat the right stuffs when I am sick. "Yi du gong du" :-p
Doctor KP met me in the night. We had dinner near his place - I didnt have appetite at all, so a small bowl of desserts is all I stomached" We went over to his place and he did the most amazing thing I have ever experienced in my whole life :-)
He took out the pot, put in the herbal liang teh ingredients and started reading to me the description on the container, like what it contains, what it does and what its for and that its good for my cough...blah blah blah.
Was I listening? Er no....I was simply overjoyed! Sneeking gentle peeks at him as he added water into the pot. His gentleness and his sweet concern made me feel a deep sense of warmth and security! Boy, aint I the most fortunate woman on earth!! :-) Seriously, no guy has ever ever boil "liang teh" for me in all my 30 years (29 to be exact)!!! How did it feel? Wondering how come I so underprivileged in my past few relationships?! =p
Oh well. The past doesnt matter anyway now!
He took my temperature while I lie there like an obedient child, sneeking occasional peeks at him as he presses the buzzing thermometer. Still amazed.
Still overjoyed.
~6th Sense
Tuesday 3 April 2007
A Social Misfit
Last Friday, (probably in an effort to sooth my feelings of abandonment on Friday nights) Kenneth Cole asked me to come along to one of his friends gathering. It was the one-year birthday celebration of the daughter one of his mates from university and I went, with the determination to get to know these folks better.
For starters, his clique is tight. Real tight. They meet one another over games every weekend – the husbands along with their wives. To say that I'm feeling disconnected from them is an understatement. I practically feel like a child. Most of them are married (with kids or in some state of procreation) and I've noticed that the non-marrieds (apart from KC) never bring their girlfriends.
The last couple of times when I joined them, I slipped through with just the skin on my back by talking to the non-marrieds. The marrieds usually huddle together dispensing tips on pregnancy, diaper changing and the ever-changing trends of toddlers fashion (seriously people, consider letting your kids go naked until the age of 3). No non-marrieds were in sight last Friday. Doomed, I started texting people to call me in a bid to show that I actually can converse like a normal adult. Just my luck everyone was out having a good time and didn't realise I was crying for help.
OK fine, the fact that I was feeling a bit bummed out that day and didn't have my social-game face on may have put them off from talking to me.
One of the wives does belong to another group of friends I have and her husband (from KC's uni clique) have joined my friends for some initial get-togethers. He is unusually, to the extent of excruciating quiet at our gatherings but completely different with his own friends. The irony is (and I may have over read this in a desperate attempt for some form of eye contact), I thought I saw a knowing look in his eyes, like he's been in the same place before. Yes, we may have a connection there. And I felt a bit better after that.
I solemnly promise to try harder the next time round and brush up on my attitude towards kids. Gawd, I hope KC doesn't feel the same when he joins my friends.
~SeamonkeY~
For starters, his clique is tight. Real tight. They meet one another over games every weekend – the husbands along with their wives. To say that I'm feeling disconnected from them is an understatement. I practically feel like a child. Most of them are married (with kids or in some state of procreation) and I've noticed that the non-marrieds (apart from KC) never bring their girlfriends.
The last couple of times when I joined them, I slipped through with just the skin on my back by talking to the non-marrieds. The marrieds usually huddle together dispensing tips on pregnancy, diaper changing and the ever-changing trends of toddlers fashion (seriously people, consider letting your kids go naked until the age of 3). No non-marrieds were in sight last Friday. Doomed, I started texting people to call me in a bid to show that I actually can converse like a normal adult. Just my luck everyone was out having a good time and didn't realise I was crying for help.
OK fine, the fact that I was feeling a bit bummed out that day and didn't have my social-game face on may have put them off from talking to me.
One of the wives does belong to another group of friends I have and her husband (from KC's uni clique) have joined my friends for some initial get-togethers. He is unusually, to the extent of excruciating quiet at our gatherings but completely different with his own friends. The irony is (and I may have over read this in a desperate attempt for some form of eye contact), I thought I saw a knowing look in his eyes, like he's been in the same place before. Yes, we may have a connection there. And I felt a bit better after that.
I solemnly promise to try harder the next time round and brush up on my attitude towards kids. Gawd, I hope KC doesn't feel the same when he joins my friends.
~SeamonkeY~
My Confession
I have a rather sad confession... Yes, although I do have my fair share of suitors, but to date, I have yet to experience the feeling of 'having butterflies in my tummy' or even having my heart flutter or skip a beat. I have never even gone into any form of girlish giggles at the sight of the flowers I received or even the 'princess-like' treatments that happen now and then. True story, i kid you not. Some people to whom I've shared about this issue offered their bit of kind consolation (very spot-on, i'd say), "Well, perhaps you don't like them enough, or they are not your cup of tea."
But TODAY is significant for me... read on and you'll find out why:
Curly's been gone for 3 days. I've always been an independent person, so with Curly out-of-town, life goes on as usual for me. If you know me well, i'm always burst-pack with activities, so i'm never in the "ho-hum, what shall i do next" mode. Today, I got a little irritable (gd sign cos i'm starting to miss him) for two reasons. Firstly, I had 2 tix to the opening night of "Meet the Robinsons" which I had no one to go with and none of my friends were interested in animation flicks (Curly would!). Secondly, Curly didn't call me which i felt that he should at least call to say "Hi" (as opposed to the usual texting). So while I was playfully 'complaining' to my colleague that he didn't call me. Within the next 10 mins, in walked a delivery guy holding the most beautiful bouquet of flowers.
"I'm looking for *Lara*", said the delivery guy. I was darn shocked because I was thinking who could these flowers be from. They were indeed beautiful - A dozen of deep red roses (straight from Holland, as i understood) with pretty and unique fillers all nicely arranged together. I kept thinking they could be from Curly, but then again, he's not even in Singapore! As i was peeling off the envelope to the card with my bated breath (hoping that it was him), I had a very strange feeling, something took place from within... the butterflies were fluttering madly within my tummy and for the FIRST TIME! WOW! Ok no prizes for the right answer, yes, the sender's: Curly!!! :) Such effort just to show that he's thinking of me. Awww... Indeed, I was so touched! The whole experience was definitely strange but nice, weirdly telepathic but yet very beautiful! :)
Another significant thing to note is that, this is the second bouquet that i've received from Curly in less than a month. These bouquets made me smile and they truly brighten up my day. My feeling towards these flowers are definitely different from the other times i've had before. Not sure what this means but I'm definitely willing to explore further...
I deeply apologise if this entry is likened a sheer girlie banter written by of 'a young lass in love', perhaps, but please let me be... Trust me, you don't get Lara in this mode everyday.
And for me to write this entry sharing this experience with you, it goes to show that amidst the frosty and sometimes 'hard' exterior I have, there is a soft and girlie side to me after all. ;)
Ps. Yes, in the end, I went to the movie preview alone... but in cloud 9 mode. And as for the flowers, yes they came along and took the seat beside me! :P (It was meant to be for Curly, anyways!)
~ Lara ~
But TODAY is significant for me... read on and you'll find out why:
Curly's been gone for 3 days. I've always been an independent person, so with Curly out-of-town, life goes on as usual for me. If you know me well, i'm always burst-pack with activities, so i'm never in the "ho-hum, what shall i do next" mode. Today, I got a little irritable (gd sign cos i'm starting to miss him) for two reasons. Firstly, I had 2 tix to the opening night of "Meet the Robinsons" which I had no one to go with and none of my friends were interested in animation flicks (Curly would!). Secondly, Curly didn't call me which i felt that he should at least call to say "Hi" (as opposed to the usual texting). So while I was playfully 'complaining' to my colleague that he didn't call me. Within the next 10 mins, in walked a delivery guy holding the most beautiful bouquet of flowers.
"I'm looking for *Lara*", said the delivery guy. I was darn shocked because I was thinking who could these flowers be from. They were indeed beautiful - A dozen of deep red roses (straight from Holland, as i understood) with pretty and unique fillers all nicely arranged together. I kept thinking they could be from Curly, but then again, he's not even in Singapore! As i was peeling off the envelope to the card with my bated breath (hoping that it was him), I had a very strange feeling, something took place from within... the butterflies were fluttering madly within my tummy and for the FIRST TIME! WOW! Ok no prizes for the right answer, yes, the sender's: Curly!!! :) Such effort just to show that he's thinking of me. Awww... Indeed, I was so touched! The whole experience was definitely strange but nice, weirdly telepathic but yet very beautiful! :)
Another significant thing to note is that, this is the second bouquet that i've received from Curly in less than a month. These bouquets made me smile and they truly brighten up my day. My feeling towards these flowers are definitely different from the other times i've had before. Not sure what this means but I'm definitely willing to explore further...
I deeply apologise if this entry is likened a sheer girlie banter written by of 'a young lass in love', perhaps, but please let me be... Trust me, you don't get Lara in this mode everyday.
And for me to write this entry sharing this experience with you, it goes to show that amidst the frosty and sometimes 'hard' exterior I have, there is a soft and girlie side to me after all. ;)
Ps. Yes, in the end, I went to the movie preview alone... but in cloud 9 mode. And as for the flowers, yes they came along and took the seat beside me! :P (It was meant to be for Curly, anyways!)
~ Lara ~
Sunday 1 April 2007
Bf must be like a Smelly Bolster!
Just heard a piece of hilarious analogy from my Tai Kor during dinner earlier that I have to blog about it. :D
"For the person that you are going to be with, comfort level is very important. It likened to that of your favourite 'Smelly Bolster'. Even after years of hugging, smelling, squeezing, sneezing into it, 'black gold' stuck on it, you still adore it so much and can't sleep or do without it!"
Ok Kor, I get your point! Haaaaaa...
~ Lara ~
"For the person that you are going to be with, comfort level is very important. It likened to that of your favourite 'Smelly Bolster'. Even after years of hugging, smelling, squeezing, sneezing into it, 'black gold' stuck on it, you still adore it so much and can't sleep or do without it!"
Ok Kor, I get your point! Haaaaaa...
~ Lara ~
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