Carbo Craze

I've always had an unhealthy infatuation with all things potatoes ever since my childhood. Especially with Calbee potato chips! It's cheap, crisp and flavorful.

On occassion, I ddo treat myself to deli style chips like Red Rock Deli or Kettle chips but Calbee just knocks the competitor's socks with it's rocking level of comfort. I can go on and on about my love affair with Calbee!

And guess what, Watson's has brought in the same flavor and packaging of Calbee potato chips from my childhood!!! No, I'm not talking about expired food or miniature display items.

It's the Hong Kong version of Calbee's famed 'Hot & Spicy' and 'BBQ' flavors! I remember munching on the same packs of chips at the playground, where I would so stupidly bury my coins in the sandpit for 'safekeeping'. Of course, I never saw my money again but my pea brain would not comprehend that fact. Fortunately for me, there are other wildly stupid children in my neighbourhood so once in a while, I would chance upon somebody else's loot. Harhar.

Our local version just doesn't do justice to the original BBQ flavor. Bursting with a savoury meaty taste with a tinge of tartness! I LOVE IT...!! I almost slipped into depression when the local version decided to 'revamp' the original flavor. Cause our current flavor SUCKS!

However, our local hot & spicy is superb! It's spicier and loaded with hair dropping MSG, salt and flavor.

Just the way I like it...

Together with my obsession with fat canned Pringles, it's obvious this new year is really beginning to heat up, real good. And just so you should know, the thin canned Pringles taste like shit.

I'm a fat canned girl.

And if you don't know what I'm rambling about, you will never begin to understand my obsessive complusion.

And here's a peek at my scheduler for 2012... The first few months are already chock full of entries :D

Digital Phobia

I consider it a compliment when someone tells me that I look “young”. This word, I use unadulterated from the horse’s mouth.

But it gets really tiring and lame when they say it with so much shock and do a massive up-down eyeball, complete with a gaping mouth. I mean, I don’t look much younger then my actual age. I look like an adult.

And I possess the vision to see that your reaction is clearly not in proportion to the situation.

It’s as if I have a third breast hanging out of my nose, nipples for eyes and perhaps you might like to throw in 2 vaginas coiled around my neck.

You so old meh?!! Cannot tell leh…!! I thought you same age as me one lor!!

Yawns.

Tell me something new.

What’s the big deal if I happen to look young? How does my appearance affect your life? Does my age make me less likely to be your friend?

I’m really curious to know how people expect me to dress. They still laugh when I wear berms. I mean, am I supposed to wear mid calf white panty hose or some frumpy dress?

Really wanna laugh.

Age, is just a digit to state the length of time you’ve spent out from your mother’s womb. In no way does it reflect your worth, honor, intellect or the impact that you have made in this lifetime.

If you feel that only mixing with people of similar ages can foster meaningful relationships, than I’m afraid you are missing out on a whole load of possibilities. Because each person has every opportunity to impart something special into your life.

And like my taste in music, I like the variations in my list of friends.

Another A7X Swoonfest

I really love Avenged Sevenfold. Really, Really Love them. Really.

You get my drift. I so freaking want to get an A7X tattoo...!!! Any sponsors?!

Goodness. I can drown in my own saliva. And now you can sing along!! =D

Another year goes by

In just under 3 weeks, we’ll have to sing a swansong to the year 2011. Which incidentally, has been quite an exhilarating heck-of-a-roller-coaster ride.

This time round, the highlight of my year must have been my tandem skydive in the Arizona dessert, amidst the haunting sandy shades of brown in Vegas with Ching and Sumi. Even stranger is how a single impromptu trip morphed into such a spontaneous and daring adventure that cemented our bonds.

I love my girls.

And this ward, this irritating yet alluring place that saw me slog my guts out seems to have somehow shifted to provide me a sense of serenity I can’t explain no matter how hard I try to express in words. The all too familiar shit we have to grit our teeth to endure and the darling staff that come so readily forward to buffer the extreme conditions we face everyday is perhaps best described as a cancer that grows on you.

And 2011 couldn’t have been a better year for Fluffy and Sharon Lee. With major milestones in their lives now set in motion, I’m wishing them the best in the upcoming year.
My beloved.

And to Ross, the new year will mark a closure in his contract which will hopefully see him beef up his pirates-of-the-Caribbean loot.

I’m really at my happiest. Ever.

Though perhaps just another Prada Bauletto would be just fine. Harhar.

So I’m going to clink those glasses (of sparkling juices), kick back and simply relish the ride towards 2012.
Here’s to 2011.






Dinner & Dance

I had a field day watching a salesgirl in Malaysia karaoke-ing to this song when she thought nobody was watching her. Totally loved her lip synching, neck thrusts and diva fingers rolls. Wahahaha...! Yes, I was STALKING exhibiting seletive voyuerism. That aside, I love Avril!