Because Imma Beautiful Disaster - Er, Blogger

Thanks to Teh Ais Li Mei, I am now a winner of the Beautiful Blogger Award. I am pleased to accept, just as soon as I gather my brains from the floor. They have leaked out of my skull, you see.

*gathers brainz using BrainzScooper Pro, courtesy of Brainz Assembly*

Okay.

*pushes grey matter in*

*"You missed a spot".*

*poke poke*

*"Yeah that's okay."*

Ahem. Now that all my brainz (oops) are in one piece (ah waitahh), I shall now proceed to nominated MY own Beautiful Bloggers.

#1: Teh Ais Limei, of coz.

For some of the best writing I have ever seen, and for her truly something-in-it posts which put my dog-themed posts to shame.

#2: Hafutota no JE no Jeembie no Melancholy

For terrifically funny writing which makes absolutely no sense, but in it's non-sense, makes a strange sort of sense not often sensed by others. Which, of course, means I make no sense myself but who said sense was sensibility? Sense is over-rated.

#3: High Feet, aka Kaki Khayal

Short, sweet and with a nice concept of having two people maintain one blog. I think I will let Maya handle my blog too. Possibly she'll fill it with hate notes directed at Lucky. O_o.

#4: Mr Jam

Okay fine, so he is waaaay up there and is not going to be impressed with my Beautiful Blogger Award and he is in no way beautiful so much as he MAKES ME ROFL, so yeah. I love his ridiculous wit, his extreme hilarity and how he makes Asians look like funny people. Which we are. *poker face*

#5: Cheeserland

Not because of anything more than my daily dose of bimbo-blogism, which I enjoy in small but crucial doses.

#6: GoFugYourself

Most. Amazing. Blog. Ever. (Perhaps.) But one things for sure, you're gonna get hella laughs from this blog.

#7: Project Rungay

Fabulous, bitter kittens. Enjoy the pretty and get to work, minions.

Okay, so that's all. I pretty much only read these blogs, so I wouldn't be able to put up too many neeways. But urm, the part about leaving a comment telling them they've won the Beautiful Blogger Award urm... heh.

So i end this post here ya eh wait. got random things about myself lor.

Oh. Urm. Okay la.

#1: I have quirks

Yes, I have many quirks which are frankly, annoying and disturbing. For example: I need to cut cakes in perfect slices. I have a drain-phobia. I have a speed-phobia. I don't like the look of lotus roots but I love eating them. I cannot eat chicken or pork innards but beef innards are fine by me. I like the smell of air-conditioning in the car in the morning when it gets switched on. I hate the smell of raw chicken, but raw pork is fine.

#2: I avoid carrots on PRINCIPLE, but I don't actually hate them

This is my parents' fault. I avoid carrots, but I don't actually hate them. I refuse to eat it sometimes because I can. It's the principle. Now that I am old enough to decide what I put inside my mouth, I shall decide to NOT eat carrots. Hah!

#3: I like the smell of books; the older the better

I may die from mould between books or dust allergies someday, thanks to my habit of sniffing old books - books which have yellowed, books which are new. I smell them all. I absolutely love the musty, woody, sweet (when old) scent of books.

#4: I am a loyal follower of the Brainz Assembly, of which I am top aide to my Sensei

I am not allowed to describe the Brainz Assembly without prior permission from my Boss, sorry.

#5: I am super-animated when I talk

My hands do more talking than I do sometimes. And that is quite something, because I talk a LOT. A LOT. Like, A LOT. You know. Very the Many. Ya. Liddat. See?

#6: I have not eaten Maggi Mee for 10 years

I refuse to eat Maggi Mee. This is a fact that has puzzled everyone I know. I am utterly grossed out by Maggi Mee for this reason: (take popcorn its going to be a long story)

Once upon a time, there was a young girl named Pau-chan. Her brother ate a bowl of Maggi Mee, and had left the bowl in the sink. When she proceeded to wash the bowl for him, the leftover noodles and bits of onions from his meal clogged the kitchen sink. Soon, the sink filled up to over half with oily, greasy, horrid-smelling water that swirled and glooped.

It was par non, the most disgusting thing she'd ever seen, and she had the misfortune of delving deep into the toxic waste to declog the sink hole. She scrubbed and scrubbed with anti-grease detergent but the oiliness never left her hands, and the smell of the leftover soup + detergent made her nauseous.

As of such, she vowed never to eat/consume/sniff/taste such a disgusting concoction ever again, and has, to date, kept to the promise for the past 10 years or so. Thank you, the End. Besides, it is so chock-full of MSG nobody should eat it unless he/she are looking to pickle their organs.

#7: I love serial killer movies

Mad serial killer? Check. Cat and mouse game in which the detective races to solve the clues? Check. Violent and psychological torture? Check. That 'moment' of truth? Check. Whales and Dino in front of TV, watching avidly? CHECK.

yeah i damn tired now la kthxbye.

Approbation, Pictures, Friends

And so, in a most belated update (sorry I've been busy, my brains were fried last week, didn't you hear, haha) I will now post up

THE SANDMAN: Preludes and Nocturnes

It is undeniably the most incredible birthday present ever. Err, except for my Bro's. Bro, you da bomb. Ya. Um. Anyway. I have wanted, lusted, longed and desired the Sandman graphic novels by Neil Gaiman, but have never taken that first step to actually BUY them.

That is because the RM 68.20 price tag is so cheap la, of course. But now that I own the first volume, I have an excuse to buy the other 10. Of course. It's ONLY RM 682. No biggie. AT all.

And also, the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, from Jeembie. Very nice gift, it's about time I found out how to survive the destruction of Earth. *nods* 2012, you know. Thanks Jeembie ^^,

So thank you, THANK YOU guys. You guys are fantabulous.

And speaking of FANTABULOUS....

PLACEBO! Attended their concert on Tuesday night. Was already buzzed on two pints of beer and hence, enjoyed it marvellously. But without a doubt they are serious about their music. One and a half hours of solid, acid-trippy music! I love concerts.

Other stuff I love? My dogs.

Maya is currently pouting because her position as Top Dog has been usurped by this fellow below.

Who, if I may say, is happy to do just that. Look at him. Isn't he cute? YEAH HE DID THAT ONE MONTH AGO AND NOW HE'S EATING ME BROKE.

And because no blog is complete without some pretty....

NAH. Flowers. Enjoy.

Goodbye, goodnight, and THANK YOU, MY FRIENDS.

QU

A very, very brief update.

My colleagues are getting ready for their trip to JB, and I am not going. I can hear their hubbub in the background, through my enormous headphones. They sound excited.

I think something died inside me.

Anyways, this update is to just share with everyone what my WONDERFUL AMAZING FRIENDS gave me for my birthday. Pics on the way.

From the foursome of K, V, LM and Bra:

NEIL GAIMAN'S SANDMAN VOL.1.

*DIES* when I saw it I was like OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOD. XD

And from Jeembie:

The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, which I am halfway through and I am laughing my ass off all through it as well.

Okay that's it for now. Pics, and full approbation to friends coming later.

Of Flaming Lamborghini and Black Russian

And luckily I did not use plurals to describe them both. Or I would have died from an alcohol overdose. HAHAHAHA - okay, not funny actually. Ahem.

Yesterday, 5th of March, 2 days post-birthday: Colleagues JA, Ivn, Rchd, LJS and CK conspired to intoxicate me to the extent I start dancing on poles. KR was designated 'drive P-chan home once she is drunk'.

BUT ahaha. I did not dance on poles. In fact, I am frickin' good at drinking. I WAS drunk, yes, make no mistake. And I did puke, yes, make no mistake.

BUT I WAS IN CONTROL. Muahahahaha.

So now I sit before my laptop, feeling kinda heady and giddy and sleepy. As I sms-ed my colleague, I am no worse for wear - the hangover is not so much a hangover as it is a kind of loopy feeling. Which is kind of unpleasant but not unbearable.

BUT by God's good name. NEVER AGAIN. I solemnly vow to not touch beer for AT LEAST A MONTH. Serious. I've had enough alcohol to last me for at least ten years.

So here is what happened. (Pictures are terrible, but it was very dark.)

7+ in the evening:

L-R: Rchd, CK, Ivn, JA. Best colleagues ever. (out of pic is JA's BF)

Arrive at Library, Cineleisure, found a nice seat and yes, witness the beer glasses. Lol. It was bright and sunshiney and the beer was already flowing. But beer is beer right, so it's okay for me. I can handle two pints easy. So we are drinking and I am feeling all warm and fuzzy and happy right.

Then night-time came. And LJ showed up. Yeah, by then I was kinda gone so, no pics, sorry. Haha.

The scenery in Library at night. That's all I managed to capture before the Flaming Lamborghini came.

Ahhh where do I begin with the Flaming Lamborghini? How about the recipe? The ingredients are a combination of blue curacao, coffee liqueur (Bailey's and Kahlua's) and erm, yeah. It doesn't sound too bad, but drinking THAT was an adventure in itself.

What happens is the blue curacao is lighted up and goes up in flames. Then they pour the blue liquid through a chute of sorts, and into a small shot of Kahlua's and Bailey's at the end. Once the coffee liqueur has flames on it's surface, you drink it through a straw, all in one gulp.

Goddamn delicious. Hur hur hur. Really, really nice because I love Bailey's. (In other circumstances that would have sounded dirty.)

So that wasn't so bad. Have had already 5 glasses (small) of beer and feeling supremely woozy. World was all fuzzy, glasses came off (so I don't break it) and face was hot as heck. Things were suddenly really, really niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiice.

I was talking a fair bit of crap too. Can't remember what I said but judging from the delighted faces of my colleagues, it must have been awesome blackmail material.

And so there I was, singing off-key, swaying to the music (I was swaying anyway from the alcohol) and having shit-loads of fun.

Then the Black Russian came. He took the rest of me to the toilet. In a good way. (Yeah, that sounds dirty NOW.)

But make no mistake. It was DAMN tasty too. (At this point, JA kidnapped my phone to update my Twitter in a most drunken manner, IT WASN'T ME.)

The Black Russian was courtesy of Adrn, JA's BF, who told me that he would be deeply offended if I did not down the whole glass. So I did. Because you musn't offend people.

So I did.

In it is a mix of coffee liqueur and vodka. Yeap. VODKA. The Russian H2O. Super nice.

And it was Mr. Black Russian who had me at the loo, twice, puking my guts out. But despite all that, I was still cracking jokes. Ask KR and JA if you don't believe me. I RAWK.

Beer count by then 6 glasses. I think.

SO the equation last night was:

1 Flaming Lamborghini + 1 Black Russian + 6 beers + (4 x puking) = ONE HECKUVA AWESOME BIRTHDAY.

THANK YOU THANK YOU to all. I shall remember this birthday for the rest of my life.

AND MOST OF ALL to KR; who brought me home safe and sound.

And now I shall leave everyone who knows me with their jaws hanging at my drunken behaviour. Sorry guys. Work has devoured the goody-two-shoe Whales you know.

In her place is a not-so-good Whales who, finally, has learnt to have some adult fun.

(GEEZ that is the dirtiest, I am signing off now. BYE)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JEEMBIE!

And yes, it has to be all caps too. Hahaha. On the title summore. Hur hur.

Yeap, so yesterday wuz my Birthday. Today also my birthday. YES, FOLKS, I WAS BORN TWICE! SUCH IS MY AWESOME-NESS.

No la. I wasn't born twice. I just discovered Jesus.

*halo settles upon brow, angels singing choirs in background*

It's my birthday post okay so I'll blog what I want to. Take that. Muahaha.

All stupid lame jokes aside, my birthday this year was a phenomenal success which left me feeling thoroughly loved. For that, the biggest shout out has to go to the people who made it possible!

DRUMROLL! *in no particular order*

To colleague JA, she went with Mr.H to buy me a cake; Chocolate Indulgence from Secret Recipe summore. And took/posted pics of me on FB with cake covering my teeth. XD.

That's intern RD's hands, polishing off the cake. This pic is of the remnants of the cake. Hur hur.

To Mr. H; who makes my job SUPERCALLIFRAGILISTICEXPIALIDOCIOUS. ^^,

To Dzmn; who gave me my first DESIGNER notebook, from Kenzo, it is indeed lovely.

To ALL MY FRIENDS; who posted, commented and Facebook-ed (and blog-wished) me Happy Birthday. 8am in the morning and sudah ada 7 bday wishes. A special shout out to LM, who wished me possibly the BESTest and FUNNIEST b-day wish ever!

(verbatim from her sms: Happy Birthday pauline! May God bless u wif love, laughter n health dis year. of cos, may The Way of the Zombies lead u to glory. Ahem, now go n weed d Garden of Lurching Blossoms.)

Like I said, best Bday wish ever.

To my Family: who are the people I love the most in this friggin' world.

Special shout-out to Dino, who cooked up a storm consisting of red bean soup, pasta, and stew ala Dino.

Also to sis, who bought me two lovely bracelets, and to MOMMY, who cleaned up after a massive cookout by Dino. That is a GREAT gift okay. Cleaning up after Dino is like tackling the aftermath of a stampede, except this stampede also involves eggs and milk and flour in all combinations.

And to my Big Bro; who called me at 7pm to ask: "OI. What Book You Want?" Best gift ever. I love getting books as gifts (hint hint hint).

Below is the Bday prez haul for 2010. Hur hur.

Right: Kenzo notebook from Dzmn, left: Bro's gift of Sunset.

Sis's bracelet gift. Wearing the one on the left now.

Sigh. I happy.

Alice in Friggin' Wonderland

Now, it may seem impossible that your industry be giving you Bday gifts, but my industry does. Being a Journo means GETTING TO SEE ALICE IN WONDERLAND in 3D for FREE BEFORE EVERYBODY ELSE.

And you know what's even better? I still am young and naive enough to get BLOODY excited over such things. Oh, and a TEA PARTY, of course!

Yes, it's Johnny!

The food was all AIW-themed too.

And that includes the waiter. He had an accent too!

The queen holds court.

More food

The entire pre-screening party was held at the Melium Galleria, Suria KLCC. It was nice, turnout was major BIG.

Now, we turn to the movie ITSELF.

Which, since I saw it in glorious 3D, was just plain friggin' beautiful. I shall rest my case here, I don't want to spoil it for anyone. If you're curious, go read a review on it in the No. 1 Youth Paper called Malaysian Today. Hur, hur hur hur. The review very good one. Great writing style. I know the writer personally.

Hur, hur, hur, hur.

So thanks again everyone, and I end here. Boss walking up and down and it is no longer safe to continue blogging.

Goodbye!