k-squared.

Something I found on the UCL: New Students website.

"Explore the Library - Get familiar with your new second home"

Oh. Dear.

Hello from Hong Kong~!

I'm with my brother right now. At the library 'cause we are cool like that.

No. Really.

Not much to blog about really, other than the fact that my dear brother has been giving me 'sound advice' regarding how to seduce Rich Hong Kong Kids. HAHAHAHAHAH He was like, 'you gotta give a little, but take a lot' and all serious and stuff.

But anyway, I feel so young here. It's pretty awesome. Someone mistook me for a 15/16 year old yesterday. I was happy. But then again she was rly shocked when I told her I was going to university soon. Maybe that means I look dumb ._.

Let's not even go there.

HAHA.

20 more days! Approx. And my facebook is already getting flooded with Fresher Week invites. Anyone wanna come with me? :D

Cupcakes.

To sweeten up a dull day.

Tonight you may see a mildly insane Chinese chick do a cartwheel on Orchard Road.

That is very well going to be me.

BAMF? Hell yea.

So.

Apparently.

I look like these people.



Ermm. No. HAHAHAHA. I don't think so.

Not a single Chinese person in the lot. D: We've got Japanese, Korean and white. But nooo, no Chinese people. 'Cause it'd be weird for a Chinese girl to look Chinese now, wouldn't it?

But honestly, why do they have such unflattering photos of the Asian people? I mean, seriously, these chickas are HOT.

Example numbero uno, Song Hye-Kyo.



And Kim Hee-Sun?



Ueto Aya?



I could go on, but I wont. You get the point anyway.

HAHA I think they just took all the Asian girls and took the ones that were smiling and said, there you go, you look like these people. HAHAHA

Been hazy lately. And since I do not enjoy clogging my lungs with acrid smoke, I have locked myself indoors for the time being. And bored out of my mind.

Thus, you see me blogging.

6 weeks to go!

Lovely song. :D Been listening to a lot of him lately.

And I dug up a pic from last year's holiday :D


Korea '08, awesome pic. I know.

I swear, EVERYONE was staring me like I was some psycho escaped mental hospital patient when I was taking this photo. Actually, my mum took it. But it took, like, 10 tries. HAHAHA So I had to jump, and jump, and jump...

But whatever, not like I'll ever see them again.

Korea was awesome. (y) The street food (y)(y) But I couldn't get proper kimchi pancake there, most restaurants only served the plain one. Which was a bit 'wth' for me.

And the weirdest part...when I was walking down the street (I was alone, I went to get Coffee Bean. 'Cause I went to Korean to have Coffee Bean, duh.) some random Korean dude and his friend just came up to me and started talking to me in rapid Korean.

Dumbfounded, I just kinda...stared at him. And looked around, left and right, to check if he was talking to someone else.

But there wasn't anyone else around...so here I was. Not knowing a smidge of Korean. Except 'hello' and a few swear words, oh, and also 'I like to have noodles for breakfast.' (HAHAH imagine that, the guy randomly talking to me. And I say..."I like to have noodles for breakfast." HAHAHAHA that would be awesome.)

So I said, "Err, sorry I don't speak Korean." But, in reality, it sounded more like "Ehh, soh-ri. Ai-uh dontu speekah KOH-RE-AH-N." HAHAHAHA.

Because, obviously, they would understand so much better if it was spoken with a heavy (fake) Korean accent.

So after I say this, he looks at me with wide eyes. Blushes (!?!) and says "OOO, Soh-ri soh-ri!" whilst bowing (HAHA he effin' bowed to me), turns around and leaves.

And to this day, I am still bloody curious as to what he said.

This work of art (Fatso, remember this joke? HAHAHA.) reflects the true inner personalities in the photo.

And...

Why, yes indeed Joanna, I am totally implying that you are a rat in this photo.

How's that for passive-aggressive?

HAHAHAHAHA I joke. I joke. :x


Or...am I?

30 minutes of work. Probably.

The silvery glow of moonlight soaked into his skin, penetrating every inch of skin exposed to the skies above. Petals of blood red parted and bloomed into a wistful smile, laced with pain and grit. Bellied by his grief, knifed deep into his gut and twisted. Each breath a molten trail down his throat; each breath of pain, of agony, of betrayal, of irrational anger.

~*~

Both works in progress, there's a bigger version of the picture in Facebook.

People are finally coming back. Missed you guys :D

I miss: complaining about the songs on your iPod, our random conversations about 'everything, and nothing at all,' planning and never doing, wearing your clothes, pretending to be a rock star with Whitney Houston playing in the background, my futile attempts to beat you at arm wrestling, your piggyback rides down the stairs.

I need: a hug, those cinnamon rolls, your blanket tucked under my feet, House playing on my laptop, bars of chocolate hidden in that drawer, a good cry on your shoulder, you to tell me that it's 'gonna be okay.'

Get your ass back here right now.

Please?

Mankind really disgusts me sometimes.

RIP Baby Peter.

Go to hell, you monsters.

First driving lesson tomorrow. I'll have to wake up at some ungodly hour...like 8am.

Personally, I worry for my driving instructor.

Here's to hoping I don't fail too badly.

I found these pictures the other day. They were taken on Clarke Quay when I was in Singapore a while ago.

Kids.

They crack me up.

The first one ain't so bad, it's just kinda funny :D The poor thing was crying, and his parents were videotaping him. Hell, all these kids were being videotaped by their parents.


That looks painful.

This one, looks like he's getting beamed up to some spaceship. o_o


Freaky.

And...I have no words for this.


I don't even want to know what the hell she's doing.

End of my random little post.

So this is me showing you how to use Photoshop. AZN-stylez.

This is a un-retouched picture of my face. (yes, that face again.)


Yes, I realise I look different. And very young. It's probably why I like the photo. I like looking like a 15 year old. :D

This is probably what a normal person would edit it. Up the contrast a bit, clean up the skin here and there, etc etc.


Looks better, not that much difference really. Not like I've morphed into some mutant-like cow.

Now, this is what an azn would do to it:


Oh, dear lord.

Where do I start?

So because no amount of eye straining will create an eye BIG enough for azns to accept. We shall thoroughly abuse the liquify tool to achieve this, freakish glazed-over look. We're looking for a size similar to those of ET, and Yoda. (*coughFathimahcough*) Never mind that ET and Yoda are not even human and thus eyes that big don't belong on human faces.

And while you're at it, of course you have to change the colour of your bloody irises to something unremotely human. I have changed it to a impossibly shiney blue here, but bonus points for eye colours which don't even exist. Like orange, purple or even PINK. The world's your oyster, and who says oysters can't be pink?

Don't forget the 10 foot long eyelashes. It doesn't matter if it makes you look like Aloysius Snuffleupagus. (Go wiki it, guys.) It all adds to the effect.

Cat ears and whiskers turns this photo from plain old 'blah' to KAWAIIIIIII$^*@*($@!!!!!. And make sure to up the contrast so much that your nose disappears. Just do it, okay?

And finally, peace signs. 'Cause no azn picture is complete without it.

Can you say hot or what? Phewitt. You can't handle this wildcat.

So apparently Megan Fox has a thing for someone.

To be more precise, a thing for Rain. And I'm not talking about rain as in, thunderstorms and rain. I mean; Rain, Full House Rain, Korean Rain, My-eyes-disappear-when-I-smile Rain.

Quote, "There is this Korean Justin Timberlake named Rain, and I'm really on his situation now. I'm trying to fix this up. I'm working hard." Unquote.

Whatever the heck that means.

But can you imagine the babies these people will produce?


Oh Bi, I'm so on your situation.

Hopefully, they'll look like their mother. Her being inhumanly gorgeous and all.

And apparently she thinks she looks like a transvestite. Riiight. (And she (bragged) said very humbly that she has a 22inch waist. Dude, what kind of tranny has a 22inch waist!?)

If trannies looked so good, I'd turn myself into a man and back.

Insert awkward silence here. HAHA.

Okay I should go now, before I embarrass myself even more.

PS: To all you males who thought I am just a jealous hoar for uploading such an unattractive photo of her. Screw you. That was the only one I found looking sideways. But here you go, for ya horny buggers.

Some of you might have been wondering where the hell I've been in the past couple of days.

Well, I'm alive. Hah, barely.

I feel like death.

See, I was at a normal visit to the dentist. Get my teeth checked/cleaned/whatnot. Then the dentist looks at the xray for a smidge too long. And you know it's not gonna be good.

Dentist: [stares at xray] ...
Mummy dearest: [the ever panicking one] What's wrong?
Dentist: Oh nothing much. Just that...*blah blah blah I wasn't listening, I was trying to stop myself from drooling all over myself.* We'll have to operate.
Sounds of muffled "!?" came from me. And, ever the lady, I choked on my own spit. Nice.

In the end, it was just my wisdom teeth. They were growing at a weird angle so I had two removed from the bottom row of my teeth. But apparently my teeth were really deep so they had to really dig it out. Resulting in my face looking like a chipmunks' for a couple of days.

Like young Alvin here:


Hai thar, stop lukkin' at mai nutz. Perv.

It hurt like ass too, even with the painkillers. Today's the first day I got out of the bed, 'sides from when I flew back.

Enough ranting though. I have retarded photos of myself to share. The ones I said I'd post couple of days ago. Mah bad.

Remember: it's intentional stupidity. For the hair and poses anyway. I can't do anything about the face. You'll just have to take it up with my parents.


Ai so azn.


Ladybug.

As you can tell, I've been pretty bored.

I don't feel like blogging right now. My internet is being a hoebag, which is just as well 'cause I have nothing else to say. Har har. I shall crawl back to bed and put ice packs on my gigantous cheeks now.

This is my new favourite song.



"You're my cuppy cake, gum drop, schnickle spicklem storp, the apple of my eye."

HAHA. Love it.

So, I finally finished reading the first Twilight book. And...

Well, I don't get what all the hype is about. I thought it was, actually, not a terribly good book.

And that's me being polite.

I had to practically force myself to finish reading it, trying to convince myself that it'll probably get better as I go along. But it's so. Meh.

And the film isn't much better. Rob Patterson (Pattison, Pettyson?) and his emo-stalker-omg-I-am-so-sad acting. He has one expression on his face throughout the entire movie.

Star Trek was so much better. (Here we go again.) Okay, okay. I'll stop. Geez.

(No, I won't.)

Actually, I don't actually think that Chris Pine is that hot, I just want his eyes. Gah, I've always wanted blue/green eyes. And not those which make you look like you're blind, the nice ones.

Aka, Chris Pine blue. HAHAHAHA what the. "Chris Pine blue."

Actually, I never really understood the blond hair + blue eyes thing. I reckon blue eyes look much better with dark hair.

Or maybe that's just me.

I got really bored yesterday, and started playing around with my hair. Maybe I'll post pictures of my boredom induced insanity later.

But not now. 'Cause I'm a lazy ass.

A peek into how screwed up my brain actually is. (Sometimes.)

This was a doodle I did in about...10 minutes? While I was looking at pictures of puppies. Cute puppies.

If you're eating right now, I advise you to look away. Like, now.


Puppies...to that. Yeah, I don't see the connection either.

I scare myself sometimes.

So, I'd like to get something off my chest.

I would like to have the babies of this man:



If only so my children have his eyes. Gah, his eyes D:

One of the many reasons why I loved the new Star Trek movie. Which was EPIC. I do not care what anyone says, or how lame I am to have liked that movie.

Hell, I admit. Not only did like it, I loved it.

So yeah, call me a trekkie/trekker if you'd like. At least it isn't Twilight.

Besides, Chris Pine is way hotter than Rob whateverhisnameis.

One, the eyes. Dude, you have got to love the eyes.

Two, he doesn't look like an anemic stalker fanboy who's on his way to some anime convention. It's the hair, I swear. (Ooo, rhymed.) And he always has that pedophillic gleam in his eyes. What's with that!?

Three, Chris is the captain of the effin' Enterprise. Men in uniform (Y)(Y) Whereas, Rob is some sparkly vampire. Anemic vampire. Ironic much? Must be his 'vegetarianism.'

Four, *points up. Looks good in a suit. (Y)(Y)(Y)!!!

Five, have I mentioned the eyes?

Okay. I'll stop now. The list will never end. Thus endeth Chris Pine spammage.

So I'm pretty sure I've told the majority of people who actually bother to read this blog that two of my brothers just got married in Kota Kinabalu in the beginning of March. And I've promised wedding photos...well I don't have them.

But I did steal some off facebook. They were taken by a friend of my brothers' and he happens to be a professional photographer. But first, brief background. James (second oldest brother) married Crissie, and Alan (youngest of my brothers) married Athena.


Crissie and James.


From left to right; Crissie, James, Alan and Athena. Cute pic, no?


Me and my three sister-in-laws. The one in yellow is the wife of my oldest brother. Notice the bump, she's pregnant! Due June/July?


A candid one of us. I apologise for my retarded face.


Alan and Athena walking to the place where the ceremony was held.

Funny story: They actually had to do the walk twice. Cause the first time, the grooms walked with the bride, as you can see in the picture. Which is kinda hmmm, 'cause they're supposed to wait by the priest...right? But also, because the dearest daddy of mine (the same one who laughed and spat tea at my oldest brother's face at his wedding. And then pushed the blame to me who was 'making him laugh with her face.' I wasn't even doing anything with my face! Your genes made this face the way it is!) was missing. MIA. AWOL. Just left. And so, we had to run around looking for him and it turned out he was in the toilet. 'Cause he thought it was over.

I love my family. I really, really do.

And not only did that happen. The priest actually made a mistake when saying the vows. He said the wrong names. There was this awkward silence for a moment, 'cause he realised his error. Then of course, I had to burst out laughing. (nice one.) Luckily the rest of the people joined in and the priest started over again.

Okay, long entry. I think that's enough. See y'all next post.

So, first and foremost.

HAPPY (BELATED) NEW YEAR

Now that formalities are over and done with, let's get down to blogging about ME :D

(lolwhut, so self-obsessed.)

...

(I'm joking btw. About the blogging about me part, even though this blog really is about me.)

...

(Don't judge me T_T)

So anyway.

I had the weirdest dream yesterday. In my dream, I had just woken up. And I was washing my face...then when I decided to brush my teeth I realised there were tiny objects floating about in my mouth. And when I opened my mouth to see...I realized that the objects were my TEETH. The bottom front row of my teeth had all FALLEN OUT, except for one!? Then I poked at the one that was still standing, and then it wiggled a bit, so I kept poking it, and it fell out as well!

Now I began to panic so I rushed out of the house, still in my pyjamas, and went downstairs to the car.

This was how it went:

Me: “We're going out RIGHT NOW.”
Maid: “Why? Can you wait a while? I need to go Jerudong to buy some pish.”
Me: “No. We're going out NOW. Bring me to RIPAS!”
Maid: “HUH? RIPAS? But I need to buy pish!”

-end dream-

...WTF HOW RANDOM!?

Yeah, my first dream in a long, long time (few months at least) and it's about this. Wowee.

Hmmm. What should I blog about first, holiday or baking? Well, I guess I'll do it in order.

So, LAST YEAR (wowee, it's a new year already.) back in December, Fathimah and Joanna came over to my house and made brownies. Amongst other things, like making Baby Phat and Lil Kay's debut music video. If you're nice to us, we might show it to you. :D

But you better prepare yourself, we might be too gangsta for you.


Peace out.

But Fathimah (aka Baby Phat) proves to all of mankind that gangstas are only tough and hard on the outside, but warm and cuddly on the inside. And we aspire to be domestic goddesses.


Look into my sparkly brown eyes...

And we set out hard at work making our brownies beautiful, some are more successful than others...


Jo is hard at work...


Posing with her plate. LOL.


My plate.


Fatso's plate. I wonder how it got so screwed up? HMM.


SOMEONE took this bag of frosting home, and squeezed it so hard that it exploded all over her. I WONDER WHO. (hint: same person using it in this picture.)


The end product. Well, Jo's end product. Perfectionist. Psh.

I wont post the rest of our end products, cause Jo's will make mine and Fatso's look bad. :(

But I will, however, post a picture of Joanna's stalker pic of some quote, unquote 'cute guy' from music FOBISSEA. Set as her phone's wallpaper.


The saddest thing is, I'm not even joking.

And last but not least, a picture of a bigass cookie I made the other day.


Pen for comparison.