Entries from September 2007 ↓

October is breast cancer awareness month, and on a whim, I decided that Paris Beaverbanks will go Pink for October! Quite fitting with the title of the post just before this one eh? Honestly, I did not think about it at the time.

However, I stumbled across someone’s page and saw the link to Pink for October’s site so here it is. Paris Beaverbanks as has never been seen before.

October officially starts on Monday but hey, a little bit of pinkness never hurt anyone right?

Happy Friday and have a good weekend everyone!

Many many moons ago, a little pink baby was born.

No one could remember her date of birth because she must have caused one heck of an uproar the day before her actual birth date. Everyone thought it was the day before it really was. Mom remembers it as the day after the mooncake festival because I was playing with (read: burning) my lantern when she went into labour. I cannot remember that. It must have been too traumatizing for me to give up my lantern play!

Anyway, fast forward to the present.

The pink baby is now a pink adult and this time, she thought she’d be clever. When she bought her car, she made sure her car number plate was memorable in more ways than one. She put her birth date on the car plate, so the rest of us in the family wouldn’t forget.

And what d’ya know?

Photo courtesy of PinkCakeBox

I didn’t forget!

Happy happy birthday PINKELLE!

Here’s to the pinkest, fluffiest, most irritating, amusing, best friend and sister one could ever wish for.

BIG PINK HUGS!

Quick! Quick! I need a crash course on World of Warcraft so I don’t make an utter fool of myself. Actually, I might already have.

I was never very good at computer games. The only video game I could play was Tetris. Even the cute little Super Mario game flummoxed me. My sis and brother would beat me at it every single time. BUT I’d beat them silly at Tetris so fair’s fair!

I was initiated into Magic: The Gathering once but I think the brain’s too small or something to understand what each card meant and what I was supposed to do once I actually had a card in hand. I fell asleep trying to play The Sims, I’m sorry to say. I just could not keep my sims sufficiently fed, rested and entertained and in the end, I gave up on them and on all computer games.

So someone’s offering to let me try World of Warcraft this time. I’m fascinated because the graphics look awesome and I like elves and fairies and fantasy type stuff. I enjoyed the Lord of the Rings in movie form so I’m thinking “Hey! It might just be like that.” Mayhap I get to play an elf! *flicks long blonde locks like Pantene commercial and loads up bow*

Time shall tell if I :

1. Manage to get myself killed within 5 minutes or
2. Find some hot shot super hero so I can be the trusty wise-cracking sidekick that doesn’t do much except keep said hero entertained. hehe…

AND YOU CAN IGNORE THE REST OF THIS ENTRY IF YOU WANT



Aside:

How is an arrow through the heart a romantic symbol? All it does is remind you of past hurts and future potential hurts.

And I think Cupid is really an awful creature because shooting an arrow through someone’s heart is not helping them any. It only makes them bleed and even when it heals, it leaves a scar. Over time, scars heal, but if the scab is peeled away then it starts to bleed again and I don’t think I’m able to forgive and forget all that easily. Just like time, we all move on, yes?

Forgive my cynicism if you are reading this. I hate it when the past rears it ugly head and brings back ugly memories.

I found this picture on Flickr and it amuses me to no end! Credits go to ♥One Perfect Something♥ for taking this hilarious shot and now you know what a sick sense of humour I have.

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For anyone wondering what Hump Day is, that’s today - Wednesday. The middle day of the week and thus, the hump because after this hump in the week, the rest is all downhill. Woohoo! Incidentally, I could not find a definition of Hump Day on Wikipedia *gasp!* and only found it in a site called the Urban Dictionary. I thought Wikipedia had everything!!

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Excuse me for indulging in some slapstick humour but everytime I hear the word hump, I think of Blades of Glory where one of them says he will only skate to Black-eyed Peas’ “My Hump”:

Jimmy: So, Coach, I was thinking about the music for our routine.
Coach: Oh, really?
Chazz: We’re gonna dance to one song, and one song only: “Lady Humps” by the Blackeyed Peas. “What you gonna do with all that junk, all that junk inside that trunk?? I’m gonna get you, get you drunk, get you drunk off my lady hump, my hump, my hump, my lovely lady hump.”
Jimmy: (disgusted) I’m not skating to anything with references to lady humps. You don’t even know what that means.
Chazz: Nobody knows what it means, but it’s provocative!
Jimmy: No, it’s not.
Chazz: …It gets the people going!!

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I made someone uncomfortable yesterday because I did not allow them to pay for dinner. Am I just odd or just too much of a feminist bra-burning women’s libber, that I feel the need to assert my financial independence? Actually, it was more of the fact that if one person pays for meals too often, I start feeling obliged and awkward about it. In Hokkien, its khe-khi or ker-chi in Mandarin. Its also very pai-seh for me to keep taking and never giving back. Some people might think “Hey, if the guy wants to pay let him!” but nah… I can’t do that. Its a two-way street you know? What’s your take on this?

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And finally, a little political joke courtesy of my fluffy pink sister to round off Hump Day:

The prime Minister of China called President Bush to console him after the attack on the Pentagon: “I’m sorry to hear about the attack. It is a very big tragedy. But in case you are missing any documents from the Pentagon, we have copies of everything”

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Have a good Hump Day all!

Its 2.13pm and I’m here nursing my first coffee of the day. Its been a rough morning. Every morning without coffee to kickstart my engines is a rough morning. To add insult to injury I spent the morning driving a long distance, sitting around aimlessly waiting to be seen and sending SMS messages to wrong people. Fortunately, in the case of the latter, the person did not mind and I did not send too risque a message

Anyway, I was chatting to someone recently about my coffee drinking habits and on reflection, it is rather interesting. You see, I proclaim to be a coffee lover. I love the aroma, taste and the buzz coffee gives me. But, unlike true coffee drinkers, I drink mostly instant coffee on normal days and at home.

Granted, its an instant coffee “kau” with 2 scoops of Nescafe as opposed to one, but still, its instant coffee. I also don’t own a coffee maker, much as I’d love a dinky one like this Delonghi that kept me awake the whole night once.

And that’s the other thing about being a so-called coffee lover. I can only take it in the mornings. Once the engine is kickstarted, I’m on a roll the whole day but woe betide me if I take any more coffee after 2pm for then I’d be up all night like an owl!

But on the days when I do have some fancy coffee to indulge in, what is my coffee of choice?

Cappucino!

What? I can hear some people cry for to some people, a cappucino is so boring. So conventional. So blah.

For me however, after having run the whole gamut of coffees from espressos to lattes to long blacks to macchiatos, I decided that it would be the Cappucino for me.

For like me, a cappucino is frothy and light on the exterior but underneath all that froth and fluff hides a strong dark interior. Taken in isolation, it is too extreme. Frothy milk does not a coffee make, and the coffee by itself is nothing more than an espresso. Taken together however, the strong dark espresso coffee is tempered by the light frothy milk so the drink goes down easier. Pretty much like me LOL And like me too, I don’t like too much milk in my Cappucino (So Starbucks is stuck off the list for being too milky) and I don’t take my cappucino with sugar at all because bitterness is all part of coffee drinking and of life no?

That, my dear readers, is my interpretation of my coffee and what it says about me. Are you a coffee lover too and what does your coffee say about you?

Picture courtesy of kanakoba84