Oct 31, 2009

There's No Place Like Home

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As I sit here in my mother's living room, staring out at her beautiful garden, I can't help but feel so at peace. Some people may dread that it's pouring heavily outside, but I love it. The smell of rain touching the grass, now that's something you don't get in the big city.

And with a cuppa next to my laptop, I'm truly having a much deserved "me" time.

Gosh, there really is no place like home. Or in this moment, shall I say, mom's garden? There's plenty of space in her garden that we can have a backyard party. Oh but if we had a pergola, I wouldn't mind having my wedding reception in our garden.

Mom's beautiful garden is a real testament to the hardwork she's put into it. I can't imagine watering the garden on my own (which is something she does every evening).

And it's not just having to water the plants. You also got to fertilize and trim them. It's just way too much work if you ask me.

But still, it's nice to have a garden that's tastefully done and well taken care of.

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Sep 15, 2009

Furry and Green Distractions

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HOLY COW!! Have I really been away from blogging this long??? My last post was dated Aug 1st and today it's Sept 15th. That's real bad of me and I do apologize to my readers for being away for so long.

But it's not like I didn't have a valid, good reason, ya know.

I did just recently adopt a puppy, ya know.

But that was MONTHS ago!

I did have this huge event to organise and I was simply taking a break.

Erm... that was last month's news and you should've been well rested by now.

It's kinda hard to type coherent sentences when a puppy is begging for attention.

And you wonder why your puppy is such an attention whore?

OMG, and just when I was in the mood to blog sometime 3 weeks ago, Bibik introduced a game on Facebook called Farm Town and I've been so addicted to it ever since!

Get a life!

My onion-filled farm. It drives me nuts that most of the things I want are still locked to me :(


Seeing that I've been spending so much time playing Farm Town on FB, my brother introduced a new game called Restaurant City! Should McChef decides to set up his own restaurant one day, this game will provide me with plenty of practise in being the mama san restaurant manager.

GET A LIFE!!

I just started this restaurant called "The Usual Place" last night


I can even picture the tv ad for my restaurant:
Boy: So where do you wanna have dinner?
Girl: The Usual Place.

Lame, I know. But you gotta admit, it's genius!

So here I am, alternating between playing games on Facebook and watching the U.S. Open.

Seriously, you need to get a life... or get some new friends!

Ok, fine I'll admit it. The real reason why I've finally found the time to blog is because my puppy is in Melaka. She's been sent there to be disciplined by Bibik's Grandmother Dowager.

Yes, Sasha is being taken care of by Bibik's family as I'll be going back to Kuching on Thursday and will be there until the end of the month. And with her away, that gives me plenty of time to get back to life on the blogosphere!

So I'll be visiting all your blogs very soon and there'd better be some good juicy gossip for me to read! :)

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May 19, 2009

Definitely NOT Bleeding Love

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There's a line from South Park that I absolutely love: "I don't trust anything that bleeds for 5 days and doesn't die". Don't you just love Mr. Garrison?

I don't know what is up with my mensus and the crazy mood swings this time around. Most times I'm still able to function like any other decent human being, but once in a blue moon I'll go weird.

I'm suppose to be writing a post on women and martial arts for Kat's blog (sorry Kat!), which I'm really super excited to do. BUT. My brain just couldn't put the words together that would best sum my experience/hardship being a Taekwon-Do fighter (hah! bet you guys didn't know that about me. Well, if you wanna know more, you guys will have to wait 'til I finish the post ;) Stay tuned for that).

I suppose you can blame it on writer's block, perhaps?

Another blogger had commission me to custom make a card for him. What would normally take me a couple of hours to finish is now taking DAYS. I stared at my design, stared at it some more and was just unable to move forward. I can clearly see the design in my head, but somehow my hands just didn't want to work with me. I felt stuck. Do I even dare to go as far as to say I feel uninspired? Oh God.

I suppose you can blame that on crafter's block, perhaps?

Then, Sunday night pretty much confirmed that it was neither one of the above. It was in fact my PMS doing weird jujus on me.

I was practising John Mayer's song called "Waiting on the World to Change" on my guitar last night. The chord progressions are simple but this being a John Mayer song, it's actually quite tricky to play it the same way he does. Plus this song is played in shuffle beat, which I'm not good at because I don't have that blues feel in me. (Damn you John Mayer. Why can't you write more songs in straight beat?)

I just couldn't get the song right. Never mind the tempo, but even the simple chords I couldn't get them right. Frustration just kept building up until *gasps* I felt like smashing my guitar because I was so pissed off with myself.

Me destroy my most prized Fender Stratocaster??? That's like a mom flushing her baby down the toilet (although there are people out there who do this. Psychos). But that's not me. At all.

It's as if the amount of blood lost is equivalent to my level of creativity.

What does that say about me, that I need blood to be inspired? Geez, I know I can be obsessed with vampires but I don't think I can pull off being a vampire. Fangs don't suit my teeth and if I have to spend eternity being short and chubby, I'd rather stake myself with a wooden spoon.


Oh btw, remember this pic from my post in April 2008?



This month marked the first time I had to buy pads since then.

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Mar 5, 2009

Self-Imposed Exile

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The fever came, and brought along the cough with it. Then the fever left, leaving behind the lingering effects of running nose otherwise known as the flu. The cough, which stayed behind, has some nasty mood swings, too. There would be days where it's dry but most times it comes with chunks of gooey liquid.



Nasty stuff.

I have been sick for over a month now. But it is the cough that gets to me the most. My cough now resembles the clucking of a goose. So 2 days ago, I sought medical help. That was my third trip to the doctor, and coincidentally that makes it the third time I'm being put on antibiotics.

I've been given until this Saturday to get well. Failing to do so will result in me having to go for chest x-ray. I'm sure it's just as a precaution, but the doctor seems more concerned that the 2 previous rounds of antibiotics did nothing to cure me.




Trust me, nothing's more scary than getting the "concerned" look on your doctor's face.

I'm now on medication with no signs of improvement (so much for trying to get well by Saturday, huh?). So naturally, I'm a bit freaked out.

I had to give up on certain indulgences as part of my recovery process - no ice cream, no fried food, no chocolates, no cold drinks. Try doing this for a month and you get the idea of how depressing it can be. This is tough for someone who loves to indulge.

I also had to put my social life on hold, partly because I don't want to infect others with this shit (doc says it's highly contagious, which would explain why everyone in my house and EVERYONE in my dept has it).

But mostly I'm no fun to hang out with right now. It's hard to be part of the conversation when I keep coughing. Even the simple joys of laughing can be taxing on me as that causes me to cough non-stop. Me being a people person, not being able to socialize is very hard on me.

No ice cream, no talking, no laughing... talk about a buzz kill huh?

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Feb 28, 2009

Misplaced Faith

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I really do admire my guitar teacher, *Rockstar Dude. I think he's awesome and he's got some serious killer guitar moves. He's very encouraging, he's very patient with me, he tries to build my confidence on the electric guitar (which btw, is a totally different ball game than the acoustic guitar) and he's funny. Plus, he is kinda cute.

So yeah, he's effing great.

But I think he's got some seriously misplaced faith in me. I think he was moving too fast with my lessons, especially today's lessons. I believe I fumbled my way through his class. I was overwhelmed with what he was trying to accomplish with me today. I did tell him about my difficulties in coping, but he just shrugged it off and said, "Nah, you're doing great."

Erm... right.

My homework this week is the toughest lessons to date. Instead of covering only one chapter, he went all nuts on me and gave me another chapter to learn. AND he gave me a classic rock song to master.

So, I tried to "reason" with him once again, "Maybe this is all too much for me to learn right now. I don't think I can do all this and get it right in one week's time".

He replied, "No, I believe you can do this. You're doing so well. You just need to believe in yourself a lil bit more."

I told you, he's very encouraging. (Hmm... come to think of it, my dad told me the exact same thing my guitar teacher said. But he's my dad and he's biased, plus it's his job to believe in me).

Either *Rockstar Dude is high on dope or I'm just not listening to the same tune as he is. Oh, what the hell am I doing blogging right now? I only have 7 days before my next lesson. I should be practicing! Lol!

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Feb 21, 2009

Denial of the Big But-t

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One of my favorite stores is WH (which is kinda like the Gap of Asia). I actually didn't know that this is a concept store created by Malaysia's Pat Liew (who is the same person who created BritishIndia - the Malaysian equivalent of Banana Republic).

I love the clothes from WH. I think a third of my closet is filled with this label. I usually wear WH to sleep. For instance, below is the picture of my favorite shorts that I wear to sleep:




It's not the prettiest looking pair of shorts, but I love this shorts as they're very comfy.

So, imagine my surprise when I woke up this morning and found out that the shorts I wore to sleep last night has been torn!

Here's a picture of the right side:



The hole is so big, I can actually put my hand through it!



Here's a picture of the left side. I can put a finger through the hole:




And who's the culprit, you ask? Well, the culprit happens to be my BUTT! It has grown! Well, not overnight, I'm pretty sure of that. Hahaha. I know I should've done something about my "holiday weight" the moment I came back from my year-end vacation. But there were so many weddings to attend, and they were serving all this delicious food that it was hard NOT to eat. And we all know how much I love to eat!

I believe somebody's trying to tell me something, either I should stop wearing skimpy tight-fitting clothes OR I need to start working out (already I can hear Mama Diva lecturing me on how I need to cut down my food intake and start hitting the gym. Urgh!). Working out would be a cheaper alternative than having to buy new clothes to fit my "fuller" figure.


p/s: Notice that the hole on the right side is bigger than the one on the left? Should I be worried that could be a sign that my right butt cheek is bigger than the left side? Hmm.... ;)

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Feb 13, 2009

Hot Air Balloon

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Everybody farts. Oh, come on, don't go all "eeew!" and all hoity toity on me. You do it, too. We've all farted in public, in our car, in the lift, while sitting down at work, in the shower... basically just about everywhere (although it's highly preferable that we do it when we're alone).

But occassionally, not sure about you guys, I'd have a sucker fart. Don't know what that is? Well, allow me to elaborate.

A sucker fart is the kind of fart that has all the symptoms of being a loud one (or a smelly one, depends on what you've been eating prior to farting). Since you don't want to go pooot in front of your colleagues or other people, you run off to some private area to 'release' it. But when you finally get to a place where you can have some private time (for instance, the toilet), the fart, instead of going out of your body, it goes back in. And you kinda get that feeling that in that very moment the fart is saying to you, "Hahaha! Sucker!"

I mean, what the hell is that about??? Things that wants/needs to get out of the body shouldn't have the option of changing its mind at the 11th hour and causing its host bodily discomfort.


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Feb 11, 2009

The Constant Traveller

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Based on my blog, I think most of my readers could make the conclusion that I'm constantly on the move, and that I can't stay put in one place for too long. I do admit that I enjoy going on road trips; I love driving to a different town and experiencing new things there.

I believe that the love for traveling has something to do with my upbringing. Due to my dad's work, we were constantly moving, living in different cities in different countries. I've lived in places as rural as Limbang (where you need to take the speedboat upriver for 4 hours to get to my father's village), to big cities such as London.

I hate flying, though. I wish that we could just drive to any place in the world. Flying sucks for me. I hate being strapped to the damn chair, I hate being in the air, I hate that I can't sleep in the plane, and I especially hate the fact that I have absolutely zero control on the plane.

Anyways, as much as I love traveling, I don't really like the packing part. You men got it easy when it comes to packing. You can pack a pair of boxers and that can last you for 4 days. We ladies have it hard - bras take up a lot of space in the bag, need at least 2 fresh pairs of undies each day, facial products, toiletries, make-up, etc etc etc...

After years of having to go through the hassles of packing my stuff, I actually developed a peculiar habit, which is I don't unpack my bag when I come home after my trip. My bag from my trip to Australia - still unpacked. My bag from my recent trip - it's still unpacked and will remain that way until my next road trip.

Sure, I do take out the dirty clothes and my toiletries from the bag. But the rest of the stuff (like the clothes I buy), they're all still in that bag (I only take them out if I need them or when I remember about it).

It's just so much easier this way. Should I need to skip town for some emergency, I just need to chuck my toiletries and fresh undies into the bag and I'm good to go. Now, whoever said packing was hard?

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Jan 30, 2009

How To Open a Can of Cornbeef

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(A Guide for a B.I.D.)


This is something I'm not proud to acknowledge. However, after last night's incident with the can of cornbeef, I guess it's time to come clean. People, I am a B.I.D., which is the short form for Blonde In Disguise.

Now, to be fair, in my defense, there was no manual whatsoever on the cornbeef can on how to open it. So it's not entirely my fault for being this clueless. If there's anyone to blame, it should be the manufacturer.

I've been eating cornbeef for many years. Love it. You can fry it or you can eat it straight from the can (personally, I prefer the latter). But I've never liked opening the can of cornbeef.

One thing, the pin at the side of the can (the one you're suppose to use in order to open the can), is not very people-friendly. It takes forever for me to open the can. Also, using the pin hurts my tiny, talented fingers.

Anyways, apparently, according to my brother who witnessed first-hand on my "struggle" last night, I've been going about this the wrong way.


To my fellow B.I.D. sisters, here's my contribution to you: A guide on how to properly open a can of cornbeef

1) Take the paper wrapping off the can.


2) Take note of the pin thingy at the side of the can. The head of the pin is currently facing the bottom. Yes, I know, your first instinct is to just turn the pin to the left. That's how I've been doing it all these years as that's the most convenient way.

Wrong! You need to fight that impulse, dear sisters.


3) You need to take the pin off from the side of the can. Unhook the pin off from the strip of metal that's jutting out from the side of the can. However, leave the strip alone. It's supposed to be there.


4) Next, you need to turn the pin upside down. That means, now the head of the pin should be facing the top.


5) Then you need to hook it back onto the strip of jutting metal. Make sure that the head is still pointing upwards.




6) Now you only need to turn the head clockwise. Doing so will make the pin move to the left and will ultimately open the can.




Yes, I know, dear B.I.D. sisters, this requires more work than our brains can compute. But believe me, this way is worth the trouble as you can cut down the time it takes to open the can. Also, this way doesn't hurt your delicate hand.

Do give it a try and good luck!

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Jan 28, 2009

Just So We're On The Same Page

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Picture taken from http://www.health-fitness.com.auI don't know how many times I've blogged about my distaste for onions (such as the time I nearly choked to death because of it). The only way I ever eat onions is to have them blended. Yes, blended onions. Mmm... yumm!

Other than that, it's HELL to the NO to onions. I always tell the chef to omit the onions from my dish. If I do find them in my food, I'll just simply take them out (even if it'll take me an hour to finish my meal).

Some people find this behavior rather odd. I mean, if you don't like something, you just don't eat them. What's so odd about that?

But people (and by people I meant my clueless friends) place my reason to hating onions on the same level as one of the world's great mysteries. It's so bizarre (their thinking, I mean). So our conversation would normally run along the following lines:

Perky: I just don't eat onions.
Friend: *gasp!* Oh dear God, why???
Perky: I just don't.
Friend: But onions are good for you. They prevent the growth of cancerous cells, lower cholesterol, stimulate the immune system.....
Perky: Bla bla bla! Says the one who smokes like a chimney, drinks like a fish, and solicits hookers. You're more at risk of dying than I am.
Friend: ........
Perky: Getting hit by a car is more likely to kill me than not eating onions.


So I'm gonna test my reasoning on my readers.

Onions - Why I Don't Eat Them

Have you ever smelt someone's body odor (B.O.) or your own B.O. (assuming that you're not immune to the smell that you don't even know you actually stink)?

Well, that's how onions taste like to me (not that I'm saying I smell or what. Btw, I smell lovely thankyouverymuch). I'm just saying, it feels like I'm eating body odor. It's just.... gross.

Photo from iStockPhoto


So what do you think? I'm not that wrong to say that, am I?

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Jan 16, 2009

The Skills That I Should've Acquired

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I'm not ashamed to admit that I have a certain level of appreciation towards alcohol. But as much as I love drinking it, I wish that I could be more involved in the preparation part.

Back when my days were filled with trying out all sorts of cocktail beverages, I used to sit at the bar and look at the bartenders preparing the drinks. I envied them, the ones who could do flares, I mean.




It's so Coyote Ugly, minus the dancing on bar counters. Though in my case, I did more of that than learning how to do flares with liquor bottles.

But when you're a natural born klutz, throwing liquor bottles in the air is definitely something that needs to be avoided at all costs. My brother tried to teach me once (he used to be a part time bartender many years ago and he was pretty good at flare bartending). Anyways, the skill that I acquired at the end of his lesson was how to catch the bottle with my head. And I gotta say, I'm pretty good at it, judging from the number of bruises on my head ;)

So I've lived with the fact that I will never ever be that cool person who could do cool stuff when mixing drinks.

Next on my agenda was to learn how to open champagne bottles with a knife.



Now this is a cool skill to have, especially if your job revolves around hosting parties. But I'm not very good with handling sharp objects. I mean, I can't even cut a package without nearly cutting the tip of my index finger off. And that was with a pair of blunt scissors! Can you imagine what disaster I'll be inviting with a knife?

But I haven't given up entirely on trying to acquire this skill... If only McChef would allow me to handle knives.


Anyways, if there's one thing I'm ashamed of is my lack of ability to open wine bottles. I'm quite the avid wine drinker, but I have never ever opened a wine bottle on my own successfully. Even with the easy-to-use cork openers, somehow in my hands, I'd still be able to damage the cork to the point that the only way to open the bottle is to break it. So over the years, the skill that I acquired from drinking wine is the ability to avoid opening wine bottles myself and getting others to do it for me.

I guess I'll just stick to being the drinker huh?

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Dec 18, 2008

Movie Buff

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I love watching movies. I think a good chunk of my money is used to buy dvds every week. Most movies I tend to watch them only once, but the really good ones, like the really, really good ones, those I can watch over and over and over again.

Here's my list of the 8 most memorable movies (in random order):

Braveheart




I love epic movies and this is, to me, the best epic movie ever made. There's just so many moments where I felt like fighting along the Scots because I wanted to follow wherever William Wallace went.



This movie has everything, from drama to romance, awesome battles scenes (I'm so glad that they don't depend much CGI coz without it, the scenes just looks extra real), and great orchestra works. And the scene where he gets tortured before being executed, that was the most heartbreaking and yet most heroic scene ever captured on screen (I cry like a baby when Mel screams "Freedom!!!").


The Last of the Mohicans




"The photography belongs in a museum, the music is a symphonic magnet, the acting and sparsely spoken words fit like little pieces of a jigsaw puzzle to create an immaculately magnificent picture." - Mark Worrell (nuntukamen@hotmail.com)

This movie is second only to Braveheart simply because I'm a Mel Gibson fan. I absolutely love Daniel Day-Lewis in this movie. Seeing him run with his long rifle in one hand and a gunstock club in the other, now that's a man right there.


Twilight




This is the only romance movie I truly enjoy. I've watched this 7 times in the cinemas and I can't wait for the DVD to be released. It's got some cheesy lines and corny scenes, but what makes it bearable is the chemistry between Edward (played by my beloved Rob Pattinson) and Bella (played by the talented Kristen Stewart).

I love all the cast/characters in the movie and the books. Yes, I've read the books (except for book 3 because it's SOLD OUT everywhere in KL!). And I can't wait for the sequel to come out.


Transformers




There are so many things that could go wrong whenever you take such iconic characters and put them on the silver screen. But in the hands of the great Michael Bay, those iconic characters come to life. My favorite Autobot is definitely Bumblebee.

There's nothing that I didn't like in this movie. The casts were awesome, I love how the robots transformed, the scene where the Autobots were at Sam Witwicky's home was my favorite, there was plenty of humor from Shia, and the action scenes were effing awesome! I just love this movie.


Dark Knight


One name: Heath Ledger. Even if he hadn't died, this movie would still have the same effect on me. Heath as the Joker, now that's a performance.




Iron Man


I've watched Iron Man so many times on DVD, and that's hugely because of Robert Downey Jr. I absolutely love his narcissistic wit and charm. And the red that they used on the Iron Man suit, that's hot.




Hairspray





John Travolta singing and dancing, even as a woman, is worth watching. Michelle Pfeiffer as the over ambitious b*tch is fun to watch. The movie has a great ensemble (the cast sings and dances with such flair and passion its infectious), and in my mind probably one of the best studio musicals to come out in years.


Queen's We Will Rock You Musical




Okay, this isn't a movie, but seriously, they should make it into a movie and cast MiG Ayesa as the lead. I've watched the musical twice (you can read about my experience watching the musical and meeting the cast AND MiG here, here and here), and I just thought to myself, "They need to put this onto the silver screen!"



So there you have it, my 8 most memorable movies ever. I think I did miss one or 2 movies out, but at the time I wrote this I just can't remember what they were. So what's your most memorable movie?

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Dec 10, 2008

Surprises are GOOD!

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Oh I do believe that good things come in 3's. While one was something I had pondered on for quite a bit, the other 2 caught me off guard.... in a good way that is. It is because of things like this that makes me super excited to log on into the bloggersphere (somehow that Forrest Gump quote keeps popping in my mind - "Life is like a box of chocolate. You never know what you're going to get").

First, the super awesome blogger Kat from Tough Girl 101 gave me another award.



I never saw myself as a creative blogger. So it was a nice surprise to me that someone else looked at me that way :)

And I'd like to pass this award to Fable Frog (you'll understand why in my next point) and my bestfrenenemy Le Queen Bitch.


The second pleasant surprise came from Fable Frog. God bless his creative soul for making me look this good.

BEFORE:



AFTER:


Fable Frog went and took my pic from my previous post and performed some magic to it! I absolutely love it! LOVE IT!!! :D


The third good thing that I wanna share with you all is... I finally got myself a domain! My new website will be called perkierthanyou.com, but Blogger will continue to host my blogsite. So I don't think you guys need to worry about changing the url to get to my new website (fyi, my new website isn't active yet, so going there right now will only lead you to a page full of ads. hehehe).



So yeah, good things do come in 3's :)

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Dec 6, 2008

Undecided on My Facelift

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I've been toying with the idea of getting my own domain for quite some time now. It's most likely going to happen... I've been reading up a lot on this matter, so I suppose the transition will be rather smooth (I'll still have my blog hosted by Blogger as it's easier that way).

Anyways, getting a new domain does bring out certain issues. I mean, I like almost everything I've done for my layout, except...

Except my blog header. I honestly hate it. I simply put those pictures up because
I couldn't come up with anything better (I don't have pics that hid my face or me looking too hoochie).

So Big Fat Witch took some pics of me this evening. Mind you, the following pics are just concepts of what I intend to put up as my new blog header for my new domain, so it's very raw.


Concept 1:




Concept 2:




Concept 3:




Concept 4:




As you can see, my new prop is the pink feather boa. The reason behind that is my new domain name has got something to do with the pink feather boa (doh! Do I really need to state the obvious??) Currently, I have this wacky idea of calling my new domain "Chronicles of the Pink Feather Boa". Wacky, but my darling McChef thinks the name is too long & boring.

So I'm really, really torn. Anyways, let me know your thoughts on the concept for my new blog header as well as my new domain name. And don't hold back on the bitching criticism! :)

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Nov 21, 2008

Haven't I Learned My Lesson Yet??

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It happened to me before and I thought, geez, NEVER EVER will I get myself into that situation EVER AGAIN.

But noooOOOoooOOooo, me being a slow learner, it'll probably take me another 271 times to finally stop making this mistake again.

Lesson to Learn?


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Never let dirty panties pile up for a week... especially if I'm going away for another weekend roadtrip.

*Perky will be joining her best frenemy Le Queen Bitch in his hometown for the weekend. You guys have a great weekend and see you all next week! :)

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Nov 15, 2008

I Used To Be a Whole Lotta Fun

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I woke up today realizing that I'll be in my 30's sooner than I'd like to be. The thing that striked me most was that I've kinda stopped having fun. I mean, I'm not saying that I'm miserable or depressed or going through some premature mid-life crisis.

Oh I'm anything but that. It's just that I've stopped doing some of the things I truly enjoyed. It's tough being a working gal. By the time I come home from work, all I wanna do is chill out in front of the tv and sleep.

Once in a blue moon I'll pick up my trusty Fender (she's trusty because she's never failed me no matter how crappy I play). But other than that, you can most definitely find me on the couch watching tv.

My underused white Strat... but she still sings like a beauty :)




I used to

inline skate. This was almost a daily ritual for me and was a good way to keep in shape. Cuts and bruises were worn like a badge of honor. When I moved to Kuala Lumpur to work, I left my skates back home, leaving this hobby behind too.

Me skating at the skatepark (or what used to be)in Kuching... probably moments before my face landed on the tar ;)




I used to

go rock climbing. I have a fear of heights and this was one way of overcoming that fear. I used to rock climb once a week with my friend. But he left to study in Australia and I just couldn't be bothered to find a replacement.

Pic from Arrowhead Pine Cone Festival




I used to

party excessively a lot. The routine was simple - the nights of Wednesdays, Fridays and Saturdays were devoted to clubbing and downing Vodka-related drinks (which was either served on the rocks or screwdriver).

Oh I lived for Fridays because they were a little bit special. Fridays would be our pre-clubbing get together, and that involved me and the girls sipping Margaritas at TGIF first. Then we'd head to one of the girls' home to shower & get ready for a whole night of dancing (and more drinking, of course). Most of the times (if we weren't all too drunk by then) we'd be the last to leave the club.

Pic from Online Toast writer



But these days the only drinks I drink is either beer or wine, or in other words the drinks for old people. These days I prefer to be able to hear and remember my conversations with people. And besides, how do you feel when you see a 30-something year old lady drunk and dancing on table tops? You kinda feel sad for her, don't cha? ;)

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Nov 11, 2008

My Next Gig: Modelling

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I believe that in an alternate world I could've been a pretty successful model. Or at least a successful leg model. I mean, let's just forget for a while that I'm 4 feet tall and that my legs make up half my height.

Check my legs out, man:

Have you ever seen such shiny and smooth legs??



The secret to such naturally beautiful-looking legs? An unknown herb called GeneticaliNo Hair. It works like a waxing cream but minus the actual waxing and shaving. I'm still trying to find ways to put this rare herb into a bottle so I can market it to the masses (oh don't you just love capitalism). But til then, you can all admire my shiny, smooth, hairless legs ;)

Picture is 100% original. No photoshop editing was done to enhance the pic



*Writer is still searching for a herb that can promote height growth.

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Nov 8, 2008

When It Is OK to Hit Below the Belt

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I don't know what possessed me to write this. I was halfway writing about something else when I had the urge to write about a particular guy from my hell-raising days past.

I believe it was in 2001 when I had mistakenly took lust for love. I was with a girlfriend one day, doing regular girlfriend stuff in KLCC and decided to walk into the Kinokuniya bookstore.

Other than satisfying my weird obsession with being in bookstores/stationary shops, I wasn't looking for anything particular. But then, something... someone caught my eye.

Not to sound cliche, but really it was like how we watch in movies where the time kinda goes in slow-mo. There he was, standing in the music section, clad in khakis and polo t-shirt, the most good looking guy I have ever laid my eyes on. His looks was borderline on being pretty but somehow has managed to retain his machoism on that pretty face of his. His skin wasn't as porcelain white as most typical Japanese people are. He was kinda tanned, which scored huge in my books.

The above is NOT Japanese Boy, although they do have the same body type.



Without consciously knowing it, I was secretly hiding in between the bookshelves so I could have a better look at him. I grabbed my girlfriend's hand and excitedly squealed to her,"OMG, you have to check this guy out. He's so HOT!!!"

"Well, why don't you just say hi to him?", she replied to me and without warning, just grabbed my hand and dragged me to him.

Anyways, to cut the story short, turns out Japanese Boy is a friend of hers. So we were formally introduced, hung out more and eventually ended dating each other.

In many ways, Japanese Boy was a perfect bf - charming, unbelievably good looking, body nicely toned and tanned, filthy rich, well-mannered, and my friends loved him (and I believe there were days when they'd rather hang out with him than with me).

But he was always on the horny side, which didn't go down to well with me. No seriously, he was like a horny energizer bunny on speed. And I didn't want to go down that road with him because there was that gut feeling telling me something was not quite right with my prince charming.

The resemblance is very cunning...



So anyways, one fine day he tells me he needed to go back to Japan for a month to visit his grandma. In my heart I was like,"Aawwww, so sweet! He adores his grandma."

Ok fine, I was thinking more about the gifts he was going to buy for me from Japan.

While he was in Japan, his cousin (whom I've grown quite close to) and I was doing our usual drinking session when the conversation went something like this:

Cousin: I can't believe you let him go back to Japan.
Perky: I don't see why not.
Cousin: You're the coolest girlfriend.
Perky: What do you mean?
Cousin: He's there to be with his ex-girlfriend.

Cousin then proceeds to take a picture from his wallet of this girl who looked like a porn star.

.........





Let's just say my reaction to that was very unladylike. But I played my cool and got my girlfriends to play along with my little revenge. When Japanese Boy came back, he didn't know that I had already found out about his affair. Because he had all this money to spend (and he wasn't stingy with it), my girls and I took him for a shopping spree.

It was fun at first, trying to burn a hole in his wallet. But unless if I was buying an island, it was very unlikely that he was going to be anywhere near broke. So I confronted him. Basically, he said he loved me very much but he's a man with certain needs and when those needs aren't met, he went looking for it with someone who would give it to him (which was always the said ex gf).

Yeap.

So anyways, long story cut short. I broke up with him. He went back to Porn Star Gf, gotten her pregnant, married her and only to divorce her a couple years later.

He did try to get back together even while he was married to her, but let's just say, it's kinda hard for me to take a guy seriously when the continuation of his generation depends on the lipstick between his legs.

Would you play with a lipstick?




*Writer has ZERO respect for men who cheats on their woman and a -50 respect for women who knows and yet stays with their cheating partners.

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Oct 22, 2008

Working on New Layout

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Hey guys, as you all can see, I'm currently revamping my blog as I was getting bored with the old layout. So pls be patient while I do some tweakings.

I'm gonna have my dinner now as I cannot work with an empty stomach. I'll get back to this after I've had me some grubs.

Anyways, what do you guys think of the new layout? Thumbs up or thumbs down?

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Oct 21, 2008

The Jobs I'd Kill For

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Growing up, it was normal for kids to think about what they wanna be later when their parents decide they are no longer entitled to free meals at home. Aaaah, the journey to adulthood. The typical dream kids would have is to be doctors, firemen, policemen, President of USA, singers, actors, etc.

I was no exception. Daddy wanted me to be a doctor and for a long time, I thought it was my dream too. But I knew I could never be one: I hate needles, I gag when I’m about to cut open a living thing and the sight of blood (and not to mention the distinct blood smell) would often creep into my dreams at night.

Besides knowing that I would make a lousy doctor, I had other things in mind on what I wanted to be in life. My Top 3 Dream Jobs were:

1) Painter
No, no, not the artistic kind. I can’t even draw a straight line, let alone draw something worth looking at.

How much do you think my drawing is worth? $3million? Yeah, I thought so too. But make sure you have my “mouse” trademark at the bottom left corner.




I wanted to paint the road curbs.



No, seriously. I wanted to paint road curbs. There’s something fun and therapeutic about painting the same block of cement using only 2 colors in an orderly fashion. I would often look at the unpainted road curbs and dream about painting them. Oh, I could almost reach nirvana just thinking about it.

But I didn’t hang on to this dream very long. I told my dad about it and to my surprise, he was actually quite supportive of the idea. So he made me paint the gate walls surrounding our house in Kuching. After 15 minutes of painting under the hot sun, I went back into the house and told my dad it was a stupid idea.


2) Cashier
When I was in college I wanted to look for a part-time job because my friends were doing it and it seemed like fun (the part where they were earning their own pocket money to support their “extra curricular activities" otherwise known as clubbing).



I had my mind set on being a cashier at a hypermarket store. It seemed like a job that wouldn’t require me to exert my brain power so much. All I had to do was swipe the items across the barcode scanner and collect the money. It sounded like the perfect job to have!

I could be the greatest cashier just like Dax was in Employee of the Month



So I told my sis about it. From what she told me, it was clear to me that I wasn’t going to be able to afford even a decent glass of Margarita by being a part-time cashier. The pay was below minimum (something like RM2 per hour) and if you lose any money, they’ll take it out from your pay.


3) Tractor Driver
Most kids wanted to be racecar drivers but not me. I wanted to drive a tractor! I think I was more attracted to the idea of driving a giant machine on the road. There’s something so macho about it. Something so … man.



Fast forward to present day, I’m glad I never pursued this dream. Tractors are slow (and are also known to contribute to the sudden traffic jams on highways btw) and they’re noisy. Plus it’s no fun driving around with no air-conditioning.

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