It’s watery..

My eyes.

I’m helplessly infatuated

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Ya, I know. I might as well re-name my blog as “Die Hard Wentworth Miller Fan Site”.

Now I’m not just in love with his brains…

I’m in love with Michael Scofield.

I’ve always got this things for brains, and he have a lot of that.

In fact, I’m so head over heels with him that I fall in love with Wentworth Miller too.

God, he’s like the sexiest men ever.

(I know I sound like a stupid no-brainer bimbo. But who cares about anything else when they’ve got this –>     to stare at for the whole day)

That, and these…

Oh God, I can literally do nothing & just look at these picture the whole day. And people say we need food to live.

I’ll be 90

I’ll be 90 and still thinks like a child.

I’ll still watch anime and manga and comics and like ‘em.

I’ll still not wash my underwear by hand. In fact, I’ll still mix the white clothes with the rest of the clothes. Or rather, I’ll still mix everything in the washing machine, socks and all.

I’ll still be lazy, super lazy. Or lazier than I am now, if that’s possible.

I’ll still be afraid of driving. Or making mistake. Or not being up to other’s expectation.

I’ll still never go to 20 countries/places around the world…

OK, I seriously does not want the last one to happen. In fact, I want to raise the number of places to 50. Yeah, that sounds good. To go to at least 50 places in the world before I’m 90.

I’ll be 90 and still not own my own apartment.

I’d rather not have a house/condo/apartment than not trekking the globe. I’ll be very sorry for myself if at 90 I’m staying at this big, posh condo of my own but had never been anywhere except inside it.

Yeah, I’ll be a very well travelled 90 yr old wit a posh house to boot. The walls will be filled with my photos taken at all the places in the world. Then I can lazy around reading my fav manga while waiting for my cloth to wash in the washing machine.

That’s if I’ll be 90.

hmm…

Life’s interesting. Feels..unusual..

seafood, I dislike…

I wonder why I felt like vomiting after only smelling the smell of the big oyster at one expensive buffet I had last week. Not to mention the kind of things I had for the stupid price I paid. I guess I just don’t have the rich-people’s taste buds.

Let’s just say that I’m not very fond of water-creatures – whether as pet or food. I hate fish. I dislike prawn. And I think crab is only OK (which pale in comparison to other people’s opinon on crabs, as food of course) . And the last thing I want as pet is goldfish, or any kind of fish for that matter.

So I’ll pass on seafood. I enjoy noodle, be it clear noodle soup such as zhu chap, ngiu chap, etc; spicy variety such as curry mee or tomyam mee; or thick-gravied such as cantonese mee or mee hailam; or dried fried noodle such as char kuey tiow or singaporean beehun or just plain fried noodles they sell in my hometown.

I am after all, doesnt belong to the rich class high society people who eat spaghetti or steaks or stuff that cost you RM20 per meal… Yeah, I don’t like spaghetti, and seafood. But I liked the Carbonara Seafood Spaghetti I ate once in a mamak, but I think that’s only because the sauce looks & taste like the gravy in cantonese style noodle.

on mosquitoes and blogs…

Came across a blog entry on what to do with mosquito bites..come to think of it, it was useless to me as I can’t recall the last time I had one… “Hah! You’re lying!” U must’ve thought that, being one that lives in a tropical country where the sun & the rain is abundant its a breeding heaven for mosquitoes. I think I owed the uselessness of that entry on the fact that I live on the 12th floor – apparently mosquitoes don’t exist in anyplace higher than fourth or fifth floor level, maybe they just can’t stand the lack of oxygen, or maybe they’re just too lazy. I mean why bother when the are so many ppl to feed from at the ground level. Anyway, I think I am a bit nuts trying to figure out what’s going on in a bloodsucking insect’s brain.

So, I was browsing blogs, and figure out one instantenous & sure way to make your blog popular – by putting up lots of picture, or more specifically, pictures of yourself. In another word, cam-whoring. Well, it doesn’t really matter whether you’re pretty or you look like some weird-looking-suspiciously-a-transexual or just plain-looking-to-the point-of-no-one-will-ever-remember-your-face kind of girl. Of course it would help if you look like Keira Knightley, but the point here is being popular, not likeable. So therefore, you can look like Missy Elliot & your blog will still be popular. Eventually. If you put enough pictures, have patience, and try to post entries that are…icky, flirtatous, fake, and stupid. You’ll be scandalous/infamous/ill-famed, which all have a bit of ‘fame’ or ‘talked-about’ meaning in them. Which is the best you can get if you are unable to achieve fame in a normal way.

By the way, I’m not vain enough to camwhore, nor do I have the time & commitment for it. Although I did have the resources (bought myself a new digicam recently). Yeah, it need commitment. And I’m a commitment-freak with a capital ‘F’ (or it should be a capital ‘C’??). Anyway, I’m also lazy…OK, I confess the main reason is I’m not photogenic (note that I use the word ‘photogenic’, cos I DO look good in real life, maybe the camera has some problem with me). And I don’t want to be popular that way. So there goes my chance to be popular blogger.

downloading fuss

Nothing’s more annoying than realising the movie/episode of a drama you finally managed to download after getting your desktop to work like cheap labour slave non-stop for weeks is in Spanish, or German, or whatever language that is alien to you. Worse, it doesn’t have any English subtitle. Worser still, if u’re keeping that particular movie/eps for a weekend thing, getting ready with the snacks & drinks in front of the desktop, anticipating a nice movie hour, and then u realised u can’t make anything out of the movie.

I was so pissed off when it happens to me last weekend I went out for shopping & end up spending quite an amout of money.

I think alien-speaking-movie-without-understandable-subtitle is also one big conspiracy inspired by the big bosses of the shopping business. To lure poor helpless soul like me into spending my money. They’re good, they got me.

creditization

Just got myself 3 credit cards and a virtual credit card account. That increases the possibility of me being robbed of my money unawares to four times higher than before. Not that there’s much from me to rob of. But that’s the thing with credit cards – it can be used without having any money in your account. So nowadays my sleep is restless, fearing the day I woke up to find that I’m in a waist-deep shit of a debt on things I didn’t spend on.

Credit cards somehow reminiscence me on my childhood, or more specifically,  on a certain peace-loving-lovey-dovey-goody-two-shoe purple dinosaur. Its like one of those things that he often use — you can’t see it, but you can use it. But this is where the similarity ends. Cause unlike those poor kids who need to act so hard to pretend that they were enjoying those things they can’t see, you really truly enjoy using the money you don’t see.

Another big difference is, being a kid-no-more, you’re responsible to ask: Hey, do you REALLY have it?

Fei’s word-of-the-day:
Credit card = something that was inspired by the big bosses of shopping business to trick you into spending money you don’t have on things you don’t need.