Argento del Perlini, il mio amore e la mia passione

People wonder why I spend so much money on silver. Just look at this heart. Isn't it a work of art? It's a pendant. That's one of the reasons I'm a Perlini's Silver fan.

I also bought the necklace below. Starting to regret not buying the matching earrings. Maybe I should. Hehe!

Yes, the silver will tarnish as years go by. Silver has no resale value. But I love having my pick of accessories to display on me whenever I leave home. I also bought this string of silver that's smooth and it's half silver coloured and half black coloured. Sounds cool? Yep! It is cool. But I can't seem to photograph it properly. So you won't get to see it. What's more, I think it's last season's or something cos I can't find it on the site.

I love novel or cute accessories. Like my piggie on a pink rubber string. Even Kat can't resist it, right Kat? I just feel that my accessories, like my clothes, helps define my personality to others.

So what kind of a person do you think I am? :)

bYs ThE wAyS...

Me had manicure today. Below is product of nail art.







Nice or not?

Ooo! New toilet!

Hello! I’m writing with Blogger for MS Word. It’s an add-in for Microsoft Word where you can type, see all your grammar mistakes and correct them before you publish the post and make an utter fool of yourself in cyberspace. Nifty, eh?

Ok… what are we gonna write about today. I had it awhile ago, but I don’t remember now. Was it about my mother again? Maybe, I am kinda pissed with my mom but I am not in the mood to bitch. Was it about my boyfriend? Hmm… Nope! Don’t wash dirty linen in public…

Anyway, I’m drifting now, while waiting for the world to come and fall at my feet with job offers. So don’t you guys worry about me. Besides, I’ve found a part-time job. I’m selling computer hardware. Yes! PCs, laptops, modems, ram, graphic cards, LCD screens, you name it, we have it. The branded brands we have are Samsung, LG, HP-Compaq, Acer, Toshiba… I have no IBM. Haha! If you don’t mind the generic brands, please say so. Hehe! Just drop me a mail with your inquiries or maybe post a little something here and I will check it out for you. Don’t be shy ya! My job is commission based. So you must help me. I need money. Haha! How else am I gonna pay for all the facials and manicures and massages and SPA treatments that keep me looking as gorgeous as I am ;)

As confirmation to those out there:
Me no go Germany! Me stay in Malaysia.

I bought lots of jewelry from Perlini while I was in Singapore. I am their loyal customer. Despite the lack of resale value for their products. Next time I take picture and show you ya? Hehe! For now, I shall put up a graduation pic. Yes… very belated. But I was looking at everyone’s blog and and Friendster accounts and I realize everyone is doing it. Being the sheep I am, I must follow. Hehe! So here it is!!

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The blog loaded from MS Word to blogger.com quickly enough. But they can't post images yet. Just thought you'd like to know. So I have to edit and post myself. Hai....

One True Beng...

Hello! I've just read Kat's post on how to add some Beng-factor into your blogs. Well... I think hers wasn't that successful, cos as Elaine noted, Kat can't disguise herself. So step back! And let the chameleon show you how it's done. Hehe!

Warning: Use di lu kah ki eh risk

1. When lu eh colleague asks lu to file document...
Beng-ism: "Lim peh ani hensem, mana eh sai do paperwork"

2. When lu eh taukeh asks lu to do the impossible[simi sai?](again)...
Beng-ism: "Lu siu limpeh si sin ah?"

3. When lu eh taukeh tak teok sai(stepped on poop ie. made mistake)...
Beng-ism: "Turns out lu eh best judgment boh kao lat. Limpeh tiam lu chi eh: next time, use limpeh wan"

4. When some siao lang been trying desperately to get lu eh attention...
Beng-ism: "You nge-nge lai, di-di lai, no use wan. Next time you want to get limpeh attention, wear something fun."

5. When lu eh colleague asks, "Lu si simi tai chi?"
Beng-ism: "Everyone knows limpeh simi tai lah. That lanjiao face simi tai is much more interesting."

But of course. I am not the true Beng. So any true Bengs out there, please do not hesitate to correct me :) I could be wrong. With all the trend evolving these days. Hehe! Anyway, here's the next section of my blog.

I dedicate this section to the cibai kia driving an Atos with number plate MBD 8***(I forgot the number, hehe!). That day, limpeh already signal and chup the parking already. You damn kaa si, never signal and wait there and take limpeh wan parking hor!! I horn you, you sommore act like you khua boh and park and walk away sommore. I remember your blue shirt, and your lampah face. Next time I see you, I will make sure you cannot see anything or I might "modify" your car for you. Kannineneh! Hope your lanjiao shrink and you grow a cibai!

Pardon the expletives. Hehe! Was really pissed :)

Ooh! Btw, I finally watched Initial D. Jay Chou's acting sucked, compared to all the others. Even those who may not look the part of the real characters. But at least they got more acting skills. Jay Chou kayu lah! Anyways, main point... I'm suddenly in love with those Ah Beng cars I saw on Initial D. If I can afford them... someday... I'll buy one and be the envy of all Ah Bengs who drive modified Wira, Satria, Iswara (no offense to Koon), old Nissan, old Toyota, old Honda... hehe! They look so fast and fun! And I'm not gonna be playing some thumping techno, I'll play Tchaikovsky or Strauss when I'm driving. Muahaha! Eat that!

Yes, I'm a liar...

I have nothing to write about myself today. But I do have an interesting mail I received from my aunt. Enjoy! And pass it along. Hehe!

Euro-English
The European Commission has just announced an agreement whereby English will be the official language of the European Union rather than German, which was the other possibility.

As part of the negotiations, the British Government conceded that English spelling had some room for improvement and has accepted a 5- year phase-in plan that would become known as "Euro-English".

In the first year, "s" will replace the soft "c". Sertainly, this will make the sivil servants jump with joy. The hard "c" will be dropped in favour of "k". This should klear up konfusion, and keyboards kan have one less letter.

There will be growing publik enthusiasm in the sekond year when the troublesome "ph" will be replaced with "f". This will make words like fotograf 20% shorter.

In the 3rd year, publik akseptanse of the new spelling kan be expekted to reach the stage where more komplikated changes are possible. Governments will enkourage the removal of double letters which have always ben a deterent to akurate speling.
Also, al wil agre that the horibl mes of the silent "e" in the languag is disgrasful and it should go away.

By the 4th yer people wil be reseptiv to steps such as replasing "th" with "z" and "w" with "v".

During ze fifz yer, ze unesesary "o" kan be dropd from vords kontaining "ou" and after ziz fifz yer, ve vil hav a reil sensibl riten styl. Zer vil be no mor trubl or difikultis and evrivun vil find it ezi tu understand ech oza. Ze drem of a united urop vil finali kum tru.

Und efter ze fifz yer, ve vil al be speking German like zey vunted in ze forst plas.

If zis mad you smil, pleas pas on to oza pepl.

Ich vil blog tomorrow...

It iz heelefen forty vane pee-em. Me iz going to sleep. Me vill blog tomorrow. For now, pleeze henjoye zee azinine blogs i ave discovered for today...

Rockson aka Fictitious Beng
http://www.rockson.blogspot.com/
Intellectual masquerading as Ah Beng. Good Ah Beng vocab. But issues being discussed are too "cheem". That gave him away :P

Daniel aka Super Intellectual
http://anemptyroom.blogspot.com/
Ignore his June 13 post. You'd be shocked if you read that before reading his previous posts. The difference... he could've been on crack on June 13. I've not seen anyone write so perfectly, fully utilizing brain and vocabulary, in years. Maybe I've not been exploring enough. For a Singaporean and Beng-ish person to write like that, wundebar! :P

Gute Nacht!

My mummy don't let me buy new bra...

Hello! Welcome to another episode of "Rantings of a Spoiled Brat". Today's topic is "My mother would not let me buy new bras".

Every time I spot a bra and wish to buy it, my mother would say that I have plenty, I should go home and count them and then tell her if I need another. Yes I do!! One should have an outfit for every occasion and therefore one should have a bra which fits certain outfits. Especially people with little boobs like me, we're always searching for good bras to make us look good and feel good because of our shortcoming in the department. I can proudly say that I have less than 15 bras. Out of which more than half are uitilized often. And you can't include those bras which were mistakes, outdated or ruined in the wash because my wonderful mother, who would not buy me bras, didn't put it in the bra bag before tossing it into the mouth of the washing monster.

And it's not like I never wear them. There are some bras that you do not wear every other day. Like that low-back bra that my mother was so opposed of when I bought it, even though I was paying with my own allowance. It finally came to good use during my graduation photoshoot cos I was wearing this low-back cheongsam. So you see, no bra ever goes to waste. It becomes useful in due time. So I spotted these lovely PC bras at MP today, which were my best cutting and they had transparent straps. That is such a find!! I was almost in tears when my mom said no. But I didn't want to be a brat so we walked away. But not before I gave her that withering look and she was like "Don't look at me like that." Why? Guilty? Guilty because you have 50 pairs of bras out of which 20 are lying there, decaying? She can get a new bra every sale season cos hers cost less than RM30 but I can't cos mine cost more than RM30. But it's not like I buy one every two months. I last bought a bra before Chinese New Year. That was so bloody long ago.

And the more I come to think of it, I find that I really doesn't have anything to do with bras. It has to do with anything I buy. Probably just the fact that I spend. And I am not allowed to spend. I can't get a new pair of shoes, a new bag, a new shirt (unless she brought it back from China), new jewellery or anything new for the matter of fact. I don't even dare to buy a better product from the brand of cosmetics I'm using for fear that she'll be on me like a vulture on a dying rodent. And now that my face is suffering, I still use the cheapest of the brand I'm using. yes, it's Lancome. But it's not doing anything for my face. And today, she goes to SKII and tries a new product. Life is so unfair. Yes, it's not my money, it's my dad's and as wife, she is entitled to first dibs. But what about me? I spend like Rm500 a month in Melaka while she gets to spend thousands in Suzhou. I eat all the normal food in Melaka while she gets gourmet in Suzhou. Yes, occasionally, I fork out a bit more for Coffee Bean or Pizza Hut or the rare dimsum buffet breakfast. She gets to eat food like that every week.

She comes home from Suzhou with new clothes, new bags, new sunglasses, new perfume etc. I get a few new shirts. That's not what I want. I don't really mind if I don't get presents when she come back. Maybe 1 shirt will do. I just want to be able to buy what I like when I feel I need it. I don't want her to breathe down my neck for every bra or bag or shoe I buy. Let me buy what I need. Don't buy stuff and push them on me and when I feel that I don't want them, start going on about how ungrateful I am. I never asked for those stuff. I just want freedom to choose what I want.

I'll be officially working next month. Hopefully then I will never have to listen to her nag about how I spend her money anymore. Good for her! More for her! :( I hope she'll be happier then. I'll never need to ask her for anything ever again. I bet she gets her thrills from turning me down everytime I ask for something. She probably feels that surge of authoritative high when she does it :P

Jim Carrey was CANADIAN???

I never knew Jim Carrey was Canadian until I watched Oprah today. Hmm... goes to show, America don't really grow their own talent. Hehe! Look at Arnold, he was Austrian. Hehe! With a pro-Nazi father to boot.

It's official! I'm no longer going to Germany. But the Senai thing is not 100% confirmed yet. In case some people dunno where Senai is, it's in Johor. Hopefully, my beloved can quit his job and join me there too cos the company is looking for new people to start up a new plant. Anyone interested? Hehe! But I've heard that Johor is dangerous these days. Apparently, they could really do with CSI there. But it's a risk I have to take. And the great thing is that it's so near Singapore. I can hop on a bus and go to Singapore every weekend. Shopping!!!! :)

Looks like my dad is not going to get me a new car to go with my new job :( I'm supposed to wait until I can afford one. In the mean time, I'll be using my mom's car. What car shall I buy? I've got my eye on the Ford RS. Or maybe those VW Beetle immitations from Suzuki or Toyota. What do you think? Someone suggested Vios. Erm... the last thing I want is a family car. I don't like those long, wide family cars like Vios, Cefiro, Sonata... etc. I want either cute, sporty or sleek and classy. Haii.... No car!!!

Anyway, this is the update so far. Apart from my mom nagging at me and wrongfully accusing me everyday, as usual, nothing is happening. Tune in for the final verdict on Senai. I hope that is soon.

Damn tired...

I'm really tired today, so I'll be brief...

Going to Germany:

Pros
1. Great exposure
2. Better pay when I come back
3. Better career when I come back

Conclusion: Better life with more money and less struggle

Cons
1. 3 and 1/2 months is not enough to learn what I need to learn. And it's in German. Worse! I'll end up with nothing.
2. I'll disappoint my dad and his friend and cause my dad to lose face.
3. I'll be very lonely and afraid there and suffer for 3 months.
4. I might even run home 1 month later, crying. That would lead to #2.
5. Since #1, there may be no impact on my career and I'd have wasted my time.
6. My dad needs to invest lots of money for me to get there and it'll be wasted.

Conclusion: No guarantee it'll turn out positively and in the process, I may be scarred.

I have a very interesting story to do with Con #4. There was a fella in my dad's company who was sent to Germany for 6 months training. He came back within a month, crying. A grown man. Maybe back then there was no internet. but still, it illutrates how difficult it is to be away from home. Especially for a person such as myself. I need family, I need love, 24/7.

If I don't try now, I may regret and blame myself for life. If I try but fail, can I blame others for the rest of my life?

So the question remains, to go, or not to go. I NEED FEEDBACK!!!

It's 7am!!!!!!!!

Yes. It's 7am and I am up. Yep! But yesterday, I actually went to bed at 7am. Why? My overactive imagination got the better of me, once again. I was thinking of what I'd do if my house were robbed. And I actually got pretty afraid that someone was really going to rob my house. This is the paranoid side of me few people know. Who would've guessed that the loud and bold me would be afraid. Hehe!

Btw, in reply to Anonymous' comment, I don't think that many people know how to admire and appreciate extroverts or even outgoing girls. Most of them probably think I'm crazy or irritating. In an Asian society, this is not positive attitude. Girls are allowed to speak these days - Halelujah! But we're frowned upon when we holler ;) No one ever thinks so positively of someone. Unless that person were beautiful, has a beautiful body, speaks in a sweet, beautiful voice and wears beautiful clothes all the time. And I think most people already have a person in mind when I say this. Hehe! But enough about personalities. It's nice to know that people actually read my blog. Not just open the page and glare for a few seconds and close the window.

I was so bored yesterday, that I tried this chat thing called IMVU. Anyone tried it yet? If you want to try it, tell me yah. I mail it to you. Then when you top up, I get 10000 pts to buy clothes. Muahaha! It's a chat in 3D. Your avatar sits in a coffee shop and talks, face to face, with another avatar. Usually with some random fella and usually, it'll be a 18 or 19 year old guy. What's with that? Did those guys added a preference when they signed up? "tick" [Meet older women.] I suppose it's the in thing now with Justin and Cameron, Ashton and Demi setting an example.

I'm just gonna go back to bed before I bore people. I am obviously not articulate at this hour of the day :P

X-tracts on Friday (11pm)

Nothing much to say today. But I did find this really nice link on my friend's site. It's called PostSecret. Do visit the site. You may never know that someone out there actually shares your secret. Not to say that this picture is my secret too ;) But who knows? Maybe when I'm 40 and have never had an orgasm, it might be. Hehe!

Was out the whole day with my mom and her classmates. It's nice to see that they're so close after more than 30 years of knowing each other. Sometimes I wish my friends and I will be the same. But it's a wish. One that can only be fulfilled if my friends aim to do the same thing. And if we don't get too lazy or too immersed with our lives in the future.

Our convocation is this Saturday, August 6-7. We'll be seeing lots of friends perhaps for the last time until the next 10 years or so. Hehe! We're hoping to get together a nice gathering at X-tracts on Friday night (5 August). For those who are ignorant, it's a pub opposite the Clock Tower aka red buildings, in Melaka. Try to be there by 11pm, for those who intend to come. Lets make it a night to remember for the next 10-20 years until we bump into each other in some mall with our children in tow. Hehe! Until then, lets go wild!!! :)

When I look back on my years in MMU, sometimes I feel that I've escaped a hell-hole. Yet, sometimes I look back on our escapades fondly. There were those times when I've acted like a retard, an asshole and sometimes, just plain stupid. And since I love beating myself up about stuff like that. They'll haunt me until I die. Just like my memories of the mistakes I made when I was 14. Or even when I was a kid. Some are secrets, some are known. Sometimes I wonder if the people involved remember that really stupid comment I made, or that really idiotic thing I did. It really eats me up inside to not know. Maybe if I ever get brave enough, I'd ask them... someday. Then I'd be wondering every damn day after whether or not they're laughing behind my back because I was so pathetic to bother to remember such a thing, or that I actually reminded them how lame I was in the past. It's a curse to be uncool, don't you think? Hehe!

And whether or not I've been the cool gal, or the uncool smarty-pants geek, the ugly, skinny cow or even the beautiful girl, I will always feel inadequate. Why? Because I will never know what people really thought of me. Cos, you know, who would tell? :P