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Thursday, January 31, 2008
Saturday, January 26, 2008
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
I am using these series of words in the context of my entry into Hong Kong. The last time I entered the area they kept me under lock and key at the immigration office for two hours. I was distressed, miserable and lifeless when I came through. I want to believe that it was because of bad timing. I remember that my flight arrived at lunch time and the officers who were to interviewe me were out to have their meals so I had to wait like an hour before they came back and then another hour of random shuffling and questioning and more games of intimidation from these silly guys.
Now the first time this year and after three months of avoiding the country, I decided to come back for work. But I really really wanted to have a smoother and a more hassle-free entry. I had even thought that with the frequency that I was entering the country they might not let me in anymore!!!! These thoughts plagued my mind so badly that I just decided to do the silliest thing. I solicited the help of all friends to pray for my intentions upon touching down Chek Lap Kok. From sheer desperation and determination I might as well just have told them to touch their religious icons, mutter their chants and perform their rituals just for me to have a free-flowing entry hahaha Selfish little me!!!!
And boy did I come through smoothly!
Well I was not able to avoid the interrogation at the office but my God I was in for a gigantic surprise. The process seemed to take on lightning speed but with an easier pace than I had ever encountered before. I must have been floating because I realized that the excruciating part which was the interrogation was a smooth chit-chat between me and the female officer(who are the worst for me because women are so fickle-minded!!!!) about what my itinerary in HK was like and the amount of pocket money I had and all the usual queries and there was even talk about a boyfriend I have in Hong Kong (which is not quite true haha). All this took place in a lighthearted manner of two women gossiping in the middle of day!!! Before I knew it I was stamped in and was out of the office in less than 30 minutes!!!
I was even lucky enough to catch my baggage on the conveyor belt which means that they did not really hold me long enough inside the office that I had even caught our flight's baggage belt hahaha how desperate do I sound! I cannot help it! Even tiny details like that took on gigantic proportions because of how happy I was at that moment! hahahaha
Isn't the power of prayer and teamwork amazing? And the power of just "really really wanting something so much to the point of fanaticism and frenzy?" amazing? :D
Friday, January 18, 2008
Sunday, January 13, 2008
Don't dive into conclusions...this is not your usual touristy article which narrates the experience of a traveller landing for the first time in a place with a white, spotless and secluded sandy paradise somewhere NOR is it the reality television-like rantings of a wannabe actor with his usual entourage of television crew, wires and microphone on foot or inside his car ridiculously rattling off nonsense about his perceptions of that tourist spot he wants to showcase to the world....
What this is all about is how after only three hours of sleep, endless cups of hot chocolate and a seemingly tireless journey through the world wide web, I still have the energy to pack my bags, hail a cab and ride the 2-hour bus to the place I had in mind.
If we are going to talk about that, we might as well talk about how after three hours of badminton, I can still afford to say, "sure, why not?" to anyone who asks me for another match which could run from two straight sets to three sets of more running and slapping....
Or we can also talk about how even after a night-out with friends, drunk and tired, I can still manage to perform my night rituals of moisturising, scrubbing, kneading and more moisturising as precisely as any normal night routine before I go comatose to Dreamland....
How can there be so much energy in a fragile, young body which is a factory of female hormones and more meds than the average human being can take? I remember when I was young my mom asking me when she saw me all dirty and sweaty after a game of badminton IF i had the genetic code of a racehorse hahahahaha ....That may be partly true LOL
I have no idea where I get my energy. There must be some well-spring hidden deep inside my body which is self-replenishing, and self-regenerating when my joints need more lubricant for movement and the internal engine needs fuel for power...This has to be the explanation for this extraordinary phenomenon...I think this works well for me because somehow when I want to get down and trudge through a certain task I make sure it is finished right then and there and not practice the common nationalistic habit of procrastination....Another thing is I can go through long hours at a certain endeavor because of this extraordinary persistence and resilience....
This is also the reason why I lack sleep and never seem to get enough rest. However I can take comfort in the fact that I am not taking sleeping medication anymore, not even natural ones! That alone is a good fact eventhough I am still underslept. My principle is six hours of natural slumber is better than 10 hours of medicated dead-to-the-worldness right? I want to assume that when I am tired, I really am tired and that is the time I will go to sleep.
Anyway we are digressing from the main topic here...I still cannot tangibly explain where I get my mutant-esque fuel power from but for sure there will be a point when I will slow down and just gradually relax and bevel off to a more sedated pace...or I don't know! I have never been one to go through life in a lethargic and non-energetic mode haha Maybe the only time I will ever get to relax and just settle to a trance-like pace is when I am at the deadend of the crossroad of my my life, and about to be scuttled down, six feet underground :)
Thursday, January 10, 2008
Sunday, January 6, 2008
Tuesday, January 1, 2008
Born in Los Angeles, California in 1980, Kim is of Armenian descent. Her father, the late Robert Kardashian, who was best known for being OJ Simpson’s lawyer during his murder trial, died September 30, 2003 when Kim was 22 years old. Kim's mother, Kris Jenner, divorced Robert in 1989, and is currently married to Kim's stepfather, former Olympian Bruce Jenner. Kim has two sisters, Kourtney and Khloe, and one brother, Robert. She also has three step-brothers, including reality TV star Brody Jenner, one step-sister, and two half-sisters, Kendall and Kylie.
Kardashian attended an exclusive all-girls Catholic high school in Los Angeles. As a young woman, Kardashian worked at her father's music marketing firm, Movie Tunes. She then parlayed her entrepreneurial instincts into a successful career as a wardrobe stylist for television programs, magazine photo layouts and informercials. Described by the press as a "stylist." Kardashian has also been said to have a closet organizing business.
She also gained attention in the mid-late 2000s for her friendship with heiress and media darling Paris Hilton. Her friendship with socialite Paris Hilton has made her a gossip column favorite. Kim is one of Paris Hilton's party pals.
Kardashian is a boutique owner of a high-end clothing store in Calabasas, California called Dash. The store opened in mid 2007 and is co-owned with Kourtney and Khloe kardashian. Kim was little known outside gossip circles until she announced in early 2007 that she was taking legal action to prevent the distribution of a pornographic home video she had made with then-boyfriend Ray J (born William Ray Norwood, Jr., the brother of singer Brandy). (This reminds me I gotta have my own sex taaaaaaaape released by an irate BF hahahahahaha I do have a private collection but it's private and YES dead private heheh)
Kardashian is currently romantically linked to Reggie Bush.
with da ex-bf Ray Jay who she probably hates to death now hahahaha
This is the tramp who has been stepping on my name in the forums around...She advertises as a webcam TSgirl which means she jacks off her dick to viewers unbeknownst to her in front of the cam for measly dollarssssss.....She also says I am insecure of her because I keep having surgeries and I disparage other girls here in my blog...
Excuse me? If your meager income can afford the surgeries and diamond power peel session for your Komodo dragon-esque skin, wouldn't you spend it beautifying yourself in a profession where aesthetic perfection is the key to membership and maintenance is your annual fee for longevity in the club?
What about disparaging other girls? Bitch do you know the concept of a blog? A blog is a personal space, a sounding board and an arena for self-expression. If I put our president's face here and make fun of it there is nothing she can do about it because this is a democratic country and I can do whatever I can as long as I am not stepping on legal rights. So if I put your face here (as I am about to do again hahahaha) you have no right whatsoever to tell me what I can or cannot do mudpie! But then again this fucktard does not understand basic English so guys puhleeease explain to her what I just said.
seriously????? can she even hold a candle to the ugliest around??? hahaha
let's break it down in pictures...
Here is how she benefits all humankind....SHE IS ALL TEACHING US :
HOW NOT TO WEAR BLACK FISHNET STOCKINGS....HOW NOT TO WEAR A BUSTIER...
HOW NOT TO CHOOSE THE BEST LOCATION OF YOUR PHOTOGRAPHY
HOW NOT TO TAKE CARE OF ONE'S SKIN
HOW NOT TO LOOK GOOD IN FRONT OF A MALE GUEST
HOW NOT TO HAVE THE PROPER COIFFURE WHEN MEETING A MALE GUEST
I shall die laughingggggggggg...