Something to be passionate about (NSFW)

Turn back now if you are —

conservative (let's be honest)
a misogynist
hates sex
my parents
my uncle/aunt/elder
hates the color Purple
hates seeing other people having fun
under 21 years old

Because I'm going to write about something I experienced for the first time in this glorious country. And you might cringe. Or get caught in the name of reading something dirrty.

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A Passion Party

So I opened my email one fine day and clicked on a particular one from a friend here. Then are some words and then a huge picture of a woman's back (particularly her butt) stared back at me. No, not naked, but in a very sexy black lace panties and handcuffs. Across her upper back are pink swirly letters forming the words.........Oh well let me just show it here.

An invite to a Passion Party—It felt funny as I mouse over her butt to blur the address out.

So, was I invited to a mass orgy? I don't think so. According to what I hear, mass orgies just happens whenever alcohol is around. They're never pre-planned to precision with email invites.

So I was like what? Ran over to ask the hostess what does this means, and she was shocked that I don't know and have never been.

PEOPLE, it's the better kinky-er adults version of a Tupperware party that your mom/auntie/neighbour had hosted. Instead of kitchen tools, they sell bedroom sex toys.

And that's why I told you to look away. But I'm going to write more because I know you want more ;P

So all the girls got pretty excited. We organized a potluck dinner thingy too. Remember it's never a good idea to go shopping hungry, especially for such.

I brought along 2 frozen veggie pizza from Trader's Joe. It's funny that I brought vegetarian food to the party. And it's also funny how all 20 of us girls (it's a big crowd) were actually so busy eating that the saleslady got a little impatient while waiting for us to stop stuffing our face.

We gathered around the main room eagerly forming a semi-circle. Clipboards with an order form and a pen was distributed to everyone. She had also laid out a table full of goodies which she promptly went through with explanations, harmless demonstrations and pass them around for us to feel.

There were of course plenty of funny moments where all were giggling and asking silly questions like: "Can I put my finger inside?", "...And there is this huge battery pack attached to it?" and the best is "But what's in it for me?" (this is when she was showing a silicone tube sleeve that is meant to put over the penis for a smoother, easier hand job.)

It's also pretty hilarious when you see your friend try the numbing minty cream that you can put on the back of your throat to reduce your gag reflex while performing a BJ. Especially helpful if your partner is very very well endowed.

My friend sitting next to me ambushed the distracted-me with a discreet bullet-shaped vibrator, which is turned on FULL power. She poked my left arm with that thing while I was blind-sided, and I almost jumped! Damn~ I can imagine those to hurt, instead of bringing pleasure.

I also got to get a close-look (finally!) at the infamous Rabbit, featured in various write-ups and shows like SATC. The rabbit form was incorporated in the tool as the ears become the clitoris tickler—that actually seems more hazardous than fun. It is a little too pink to me, but it has a 3-rings part lined with (fake)pearls under the silicone skin that do feel pretty sensuous........

Anyways, time passes pretty quick when you're having fun learning new things. We continued to fuss over the catalogs that the saleslady left us with as we found even more entertaining items which she didn't get to show.

Oh one thing I forgot. She sells bottled Pheromones. You apply a few drops of the magic liquid to your main bits and they are supposed to enhance your naturals so that they radiate stronger and further to attract the opposite sex. "Will my dogs pick this up?" asked my friend innocently. And actually she is right, this is what happens when those dogs come up and sniff you under your skirt or right at your zippers. Just checking, coz' you never know what's really in the package these days.

After the whole thing wrap up, we HAVE to play a few rounds of Rock Band before we leave. I think I'm getting a little better and have ventured to play the guitar now (I only played drums or sing).

In all, it was an unforgettable night. So much that I really wanted to share and blog about this despite my on-going clean streak. Might make some of you uncomfortable at the beginning but you know you likey.............

*wink*

Twelve Tips for Spending Less

I think everyone should read this right now, and I will read it 10 times over, just in case I'll forget.

Taken from Real Simple Online.

Aug 5, 2008 4:00:00 AM
Note To Self

Twelve Tips for Spending Less

These are tough economic times, and lots of people are feeling the stress. If you’re trying to cut down on your spending, try following some of these strategies:

1. Pay cash. Studies show that people find it much easier to spend money when they’re using a cash substitute (they also find it easier to cheat or pilfer!). Keep yourself in touch with cost, by using cold hard cash.

2. Focus on small items first. When you buy an expensive item, it’s easy to toss in unthinkingly a lot of smaller items alongside it – items that you might have otherwise have spent a lot of time considering, and which add up to a lot of $$$. So pick out smaller items first, then the larger item. Buy the software, the mouse, the mousepad, and the other bits and bobs, then choose the computer.

3. Don’t buy too much at one time. If you’re buying too many things, you stop paying attention to what you’re getting. Any one item seems insignificant. I call this “shop shock” or “drive-by shopping.”

4. Don’t buy anything at a bargain store that you haven’t bought before at full price.

5. Before paying, review each of your purchases with a skeptical eye. Don’t buy anything you’re not sure you want and can use – this is particularly important with clothes. I often ask myself, “Do I feel like wearing this tomorrow?” Sometimes, I realize I’ve picked something out because I can “use” it – but really, if I don’t love something, I almost never end up wearing it, no matter how useful it might be.

6. Don’t tell yourself, “I can always return it”; remind yourself, “I can come back if I decide I need it.”

7. Make a list and stick to it.

8. Don’t buy anything that needs to be a specific size unless you KNOW the measurements you need.

9. Don’t shop when you’re hungry. Even for non-food items.

10. Don’t shop as an activity with friends. It’s easy to spend more than you intend, or to buy something you don’t really need or want, when you’re distracted by conversation. Find something else to do with your friends. Have coffee, go for a walk, run errands together (in high school, my friends and I used to do errands together all the time, and it’s a great way to turn a nagging task into something fun).

11. Be very skeptical of anything that’s on sale.

12. If you don’t shop, you don’t buy. Stay out of stores.

The days are long, but the years are short.

OOOOO

Do you all hold your breaths as the olympian gymnasts let go to double-triple-reverse-twist-and-turn-spin and then land flawlessly? 

I felt like I've done enough cardios for the year just by watching them.

Next up, beach volleyball! Yay!

eighteighteight

custom garden path in our Balinese host's giant mansion

FYI, I took exactly 888 photos, including the above, during my recent trip to Bali. And now I realise I haven't blogged about my Bali trip at all.

It might be over in some countries, but MY time, it's still the 08/08/08.

HUAT AH~

We all like it.

Y'all know today is like the super duper auspicious day of the whole universe that will never repeat itself again, untill like 3008. Which, IMHO, will not happen at the rate we're destroying this pitiful planet.

Maybe in Mars. The future Martians can mark my words as they party up 8/8/3008. Please have a vanilla vodka shot for me ok?

Oh well~ Let's talk about something hilarious then.

[image via theposterlist]

Article stolen from mentalfloss.com

Eggs. We know where they came from (or started … or was it the chicken?), so I won’t bore you with those details. Instead, here are some amazing facts and figures concerning the incredible, edible egg.

• First, a little nutrition information. The health value of the egg has been exhaustively debated over the past few decades (cholesterol content, whether one should just consume the whites, etc). But the facts remain: though the yolk makes up roughly 34% of an egg’s liquid weight, contains all of the fat and a bit less than half of the protein, it also contains a higher proportion of the egg’s vitamins, including B6 and B12, folic acid, pantothenic acid and thiamin. Vitamins A, D, E and K are exclusive to the yolk.

• Keeping eggs in cartons is the best way to keep them fresh. An egg’s shell is actually porous (with about 17,000 tiny individual pores) so that it absorbs flavors and odors around it.

• Here’s an “egg counter” for you: A hen requires 24 to 26 hours to produce an egg. Thirty minutes later, she starts all over again. There are nearly 280 million laying birds in the U.S., each of whom produces 250-300 eggs per year, totally around 75 billions eggs - about 10% of the world’s supply.

• At a slight 105 lbs, Sonya Thomas (pictured) holds the record for competitive eating in hard boiled eggs: 65 Hard Boiled Eggs in 6 minutes, 40 seconds!

• “Omelet King” Howard Helmer, Senior National Representative for the American Egg Board, holds three Guinness World Records for omelet making: fastest omelet-maker (427 omelets in 30 minutes); fastest single omelet (42 seconds from whole egg to omelet); and omelet flipping (30 flips in 34 seconds). My mornings would go a great deal faster with him on board.

• Humpty Dumpty may be the most famous egg … but is there evidence to support his being an egg at all? In the original nursery rhyme, there is no mention of Humpty’s egg-ness. While there are various versions of stories of what Humpty Dumpty may represent, the poem might have simply been a riddle whose answer was that Humpty was indeed an egg.

• An “Easter Egg” is often code to mean a surprise. “The first Imperial Easter egg was ordered in 1885 by Czar Alexander II. The monarch gave it to his wife, Maria Feodorovna. Inside it contained a surprise: a golden hen, a small ruby Easter egg, and a diamond replica of the Czar’s crown.” There are only 50 Imperial Easter Eggs in the world, and range in auction price from $80 million to $120 million in total. The most expensive Faberge egg was sold at a Christie’s auction in 2007 for £8.9 million ($16.5 million).

• And finally, for all those who wondered, there is no discernible difference in nutrition, taste, or any other factor than color between a brown egg and a white egg. The color difference is due to the specific breed of hen, according to the Egg Nutrition Center. Hens with white feathers and white earlobes will lay white eggs, whereas hens with red feathers and matching-colored earlobes give us brown eggs.

You know what I’m going to ask … what’s your favorite way to eat an egg?

什么像大便?

爱情就像大便 来了挡也挡不住
爱情就像大便 水一冲就再也不回来
爱情就像大便 每一次一样又不大一样
爱情就像大便 有时努力了很久却只是个屁

Courtesy of Moomoo, who copied this crap from Jaywalk, who plurked this hilarious shite.

Lamenting the (probable) death of a perfect dress

Loads of you have seen the gorgeous black and cream outfit that I wore to my brother’s wedding a few months ago. I’m extremely flattered by the heaps of compliments I’ve received - before, during and after the event. To be honest, I purchased the piece eons ago, for no other reason except that it flawlessly and alluringly fits me to a T………then (it’s a whole other epic, let’s not go there).

Today, I chanced upon the dress again, oh well, my apt isn’t that big, but. I’ve been meaning to bring it to the dry-cleaners, as I really don’t want to wash and ruin it. And when you have a nice dress like that, even if you wore it just once, you want to hang it up high in the closet, beaming with pride.

And there, I revealed the problem — I’ve only worn it once. To a massive, once-in-a-lifetime occasion where you met almost every single family & friend you know or will ever know. Plus, smugly sharing all the photos of that night on the Internet expanded the amount of exposure of me in the dress. Sigh.

Chances of me wearing that dress again? Zero. Na dah. Zilch. Sigh.

Because I am a girl. Because I am vain. Because somehow the society gangs up and sniggers at you when you make fashion faux pas like this. Sigh.

Let’s say I wear the same dress to the next wedding/X’mas party/Million dollar charity red-carpet gala that I never get invited to. I take photos, we take photos; the next thing you know I shamelessly share the photos with everyone I know again. Then I will receive comments like: “Isn’t this the dress you just wore to your bro’s wedding?”, “Aiyoh, that dress looks so familiar?”, “Why you wear that dress again? You got nothing new?”… …

Remember the time when Reese Witherspoon won an Oscar for her role in Walk The Line? Or do you remember the bigger hoo-ha about her at the Golden Globes wearing the exact Chanel dress previously worn by Kristen Dunst to the same event just 3 years ago?

I might not be a celebrity, so you would argue that I don’t have to be self-conscious, as I don’t get sponsors or million-dollar paychecks. But let me tell you this. You will not understand the moral of this post unless you’re a female (or metro sexual).

I, unfortunately, conformed to certain social expectations. I believe that looking good…No. Wait. Looking great is key to survival. The beauty & health industry is ever blooming. The entire fashion industry exists because of this. And you, and everyone else owns a mirror.

So have you ever heard complaints of someone looking too great? Make sure you know the difference between jealousy and disgust before you answer.

Meanwhile, let me fold the dress up and place it in the car so I have it with me if I ever drive by a dry cleaner soon. And after it comes back smelling like fresh air, maybe, one day, down the winding road, I will put it on again if I ever meet someone new.

how to wash dishes.

I was just trying to do my dishes before I go to bed. But my kimono style bathrobe keep getting in the way. Plus the silky sleeves don't stay rolled up.

So I took off the robe and stood there washing my dishes au naturel. I felt really....mmmm.....relaxed. Then I realised, if I have a neighbor from the opposite block has a binoculars, he/she would be able to vaguely peep through the gaps among my closed blinds (as 2 were broken and about to be fixed).

But it was 3 days' worth of dishes and I really want to clean it up.

So what the heck. If they would bother to squint and hurt their eyes, then why should I bother covering up? Personal cleanliness is more important to me.

The whole show lasted no more than 5 mins anyways. Ah.......who cares?

soon soon lee lee

Update: I swear this wasn't a passive-aggressive post! But the nicest owners of Soon Lee is going to award me with the groovy buttons afterall! YAY! Did I mention one-half of them is a long-lost pri. sch mate? Small miraculous world~

One of my fav. little must, must-stop by shops in SG is Soon Lee. It lives on the tiniest street in SG - Haji Lane, with custom decorated walls and columns so I know where to beeline too.
Recently, I read on their blog about their 1st anniversary where they celebrated with lollipops, ice-cream and fun fun fun. Too bad I wasn't in town.

So on their blog, the nicest lady boss asked readers to share, may I quote, "3 things in life you find most inspiring" and the 10 best answers will win pairs of cute custom-made fabric buttons! It turn out even more inspiring to read what other readers generously shared with the rest of the world.

It was really sweet when they decided to give all 24 entries buttons. I miss the post since my cousin's vacation became MY vacation. Dang! I could have been lucky. And of course, my kaypoh-ness didn't stop me from squeezing into the crowd. I had to share my opinions, like it or not. haha!

I wrote:
1. Nature - just look around
2. Love - things we will do and fight for

Then I hesitated for the last one. Really. No matter how many times I bitch about life being boring, slow, unmotivating...... I realised I was wrong. Then I thought about the bad things that had happened to me and how they've affected my choices, my perspective & my goals. Good things that occured and how I 'ctrl+s' them for strength, direction & clarity. So then I wrote—

3. Time - because I know I don't have forever. No one does.

My dear heath, how are you?

There are 2 good Heaths I know. Both are dead but their legend lives on. In different mediums and different decades. But whatever. They've both touched my senses in one way or two.

I've blogged about the ceramics Heath. Now they're offering this really cool canvas bag with artist Heather Moore of Skinny LaMinx. I wish I still lived across the bay from this Heath.

buy it for me here.

And then I also want to let you know that I've been eyeing that YELLOW vase forever and ever. It's been a little long, but I think this "favourite-colour-is-mustard-yellow" phase is still going pretty intense. Even my boss commented:"You've been using a lot of yellow recently in your design......" It's summer, what can I say?

And again, you can buy it for me here.

The other Heath is currently plastered everywhere a movie poster can be. I have yet found the desire to join in the mad crowds at iMax theatres even though I loved all the Batman movie franchise.

My dear 38 cousin is still here...(I'm secretly enjoying her companionship very much but shhhhhh....... don't let her know). We are having so much fun and I remember how to be a crazy girl again.

With the American Royal Family @ Universal Studios Hollywood

Otherwise I only have nerdy programmers, dry desert sand and rude drivers to play with.

Until then~

I need 48 hours a day.....but only on good days!

YeLLOW!

I'm soooooo busy right now coz' my 38 cousin is here taking up most of my time! Wahahahaha......wait till she reads this post when she flies back!

We'll be driving down to LA for the weekend so YAY! Venice beach and Santa Monica! Shopping and more shopping! Cute LA boys!

So now, I am going to entertain you with pre-drafted post...again!

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I'm always on the look-out for furniture or anything with Xs'. Found one again.  Forgot which deisgn blog I chanced upon. Sorry!

This furniture maker's website has a rather clean aesthetic which I likey a lot. This lounge chair is really cool and sleek. Will compliment any interior decor, BUT it's $3,733. Yesh. It's nuts. sigh.

Say Anything

Have you watched this John Cusack's classic yet? Because if you haven't, you should.

It seemed like the whole universe got together and really wanted me to watch this movie. I'll explain why.

A friend brought it up for the first time during a dinner date. He was raving about true love, perseverance and Peter Gabriel's hit single—In Your Eyes, the absolute romantic theme song that was blaring in the boom box John C's character was holding up outside his love's window all morning.

The second reminder was when I was hanging out with a couple of friends from work. One of them have a boyfriend who looked exactly like John Cusack, only years younger, which is the age when John C was in that movie. He told us he signed a *fake* autograph as he didn't have the heart to tell the poor little girl that he is NOT him; he crashed a private party of some rich kid and how he wanted to hold a boom box up like John C did in that movie for his gf, just for laughs, one fine day.

Then of course, as I'm plants/house-sitting for a colleague on extended vacation, I have to raid his porndvd collection (with his permission ok!). And the Say Anything dvd was sitting on top of the pile.

Things happen for a reason. I watched the movie and loved it. I admit that it made me tear, but no, I didn't go out immediately to get a boyfriend. However I did try to, unsuccessfully, 3 days later(a whole other story ok~).

After I watched the dvd, I went to a friend's house party and played Scene It. I scored the quickest correct answer when it showed a scene of John Cusack and asked what movie that scene was in. 

On the following night, I went online to get my regular dose of design blog surfing and saw this:

found via designsponge 

If you want to know what this coaster says, go watch the movie yourself :p

"It makes me feel guilty that anybody should have such a good time doing what they are supposed to do. "

To prove that I'm a mid-century-modernist, I have to get this commemorative sheet of 16 42–cent Charles and Ray Eames stamps. I think it'll look pretty swell on my dining-area wall next to my (no points for guessing it right) eames chairs.

You can buy it here.

100% paper

Yes, you read it correctly. My new pimpin' white lattice fedora from Target is such a steal! $9.08 to be precise. 

Reminds me of this.

ok ok I admit I bought this too.

We will meet again.

It's has been 2 years since Dolly left for her vacation.

Just wanted to remember.

For a good time,

click HERE.

It's about time

My good friend G calls me from Singapore every now and then to check on me. This past phone call she suddenly asked: "Have you been using the tea cup I bought you?" or something like that.

"Er.......I haven't. I'm washed it already, but I'm worried that I'll break it," I replied, or something like that.

"You should use it! Make a nice cuppa tea, put some biscuits on the side and relax! It's the weekend," she insisted, or something like that.

So there you go. I had to take a picture as evidence. I know she lurks silently behind the kooky words of this blog.

Thank you~

know what's bad(and itchy) for you.

This is not the first time. And now, I definitely suggest each and everyone of you to go get an allergy test to find out what's bad and bad for you.

My first experience was with poppy seeds. Yummy! Poppy seeds. Not only do they taste good, they make you feel good.......... when you have like 50 poppy seed bagels! And you also know it's wonderful when our govt. adds it to the list of banned/controlled items.

Every Monday morning I charge to the agency's kitchen for my weekly fix of poppy seed bagels. I didn't know why I liked it that much, and I also didn't know why I get this hardly-visible, yet extremely irritating itchy skin rash on my legs and arms that looks like I have a permanent case of goose-bumps.

It continued up to the illuminating point of the realization that this vicious cycle repeats itself every Monday morning without fail. (actual conscious post here.)

Bugger! I added poppy seeds to my flourishing list of unique allergens — cats, stupid boys and bananas.

Oh well, now that I think I'm older and wiser, I victimized myself again in a similar fashion. The culprit, this time is Maleleuca oil, otherwise known affectionately as the miraculous Tea Tree oil. It was given to me in goodwill, for its well-known healing properties and I was only too relieved to have a lifesaver with me at all times.

Ah! Before you sue me for defamation, let me tell you why your wonder drug is essentially my unspeakable poison. 

1. I had a mild irritation on my ultra-cool nose pierce after a major sinus flare-up. I put your wonder oil on affected areas which, upon my current realization, caused a unknown skin reaction to the surrounding areas. Thus it led to a re-occuring infection that let me to applying even more of the wonder oil that led to the ultimate removal of my nose pierce. (actual conscious post here.)
2. In Bali, I sat by the beach to watch the sunrise and undecidedly fed the entire local mosquito population. Ppppfffffft! It's just mosquito bites, it'll go away after 1-2 days of mild discomfort. But I apply some of the wonder oil just to speed thing up coz' I have a major wedding to go to and Voila! patchy inflammable skin emerges all around for everyone to enjoy. It only healed after 3 weeks of my new 'no-meds, no-scratch' policy and scarring (!) is a whole other biatch.
3. My lovely couch decides to unleash a killer nail's end at its most frequented corner and proceeds to slash the back of BOTH of my ankles in an attempt to cripple and then trap me in its arms. It was very hurtful, but when confronted, it just kept silence knowing that it has already won. Anyways, I applied the wonder oil and grew very suspicious when rashes start to manifest. It was the burning rashes that almost killed me, whereas the wounds just turned slightly swollen and crusty, doing its own thing. 

Now that I know, I took some Benadryl to ease the itching, applied the good old boring, tried-&-tested Neosporin Plus for the cuts and will hold a spirited disposal ceremony to free myself from that deceiving little bottle of evurrrrrrrrrl!

So it's time for an allergen test (depending on how expensive it'll be) and find a local nose piercer who wants to see me cry.

a lot of time

I went to the grocery store and bought the following:

1. Lucky Magazine 2.99 <— haven't bought 1 in years
2. Neosporin Plus 4.76 <— i gotz cuts.....
3. Extra large bandages 1.79 <— on both of my ankles.....
4. Gentle first-aid paper tape 2.09 <— by my couch (???!!!!!!1!!???)
5. Bistro chef ready-to-go salad 2.99 <— monday's in-office lunch
6. Sara Lee's original cream cheese cake (whole) 5.39 <— i gotz needs
7. 3 gallons of filtered water 0.78 x 3 <— i gotz thirsty in desert 

I'm not leaving my apartment for the whole weekend. I gotz everything I need, and an internet connection.

see you next week!

The Fall

The movie poster is a little too dali-esque for my taste. However, it has been one of the best movies I ever saw.

It started with a mindless conversation with the big boss, then my intern (thank god for his existence!) start to rally some of us for the movie tonight. I probably didn't mention that I stay right across the street from a huge movie theatre. It seems real convenient right? But tonight? Tonight is only my second movie night ever since I've moved to Sin city.

Back to movie. 

Set in a LA hospital circa 1912, it captures the intimate development of a curious friendship between an actor who fell and broke his legs and a chubby, charming + cute girl, who also fell and broke her left arm (hence the title).

So out of boredom, the little girl look upon the actor for some invaluable entertainment through his fictitious epic stories, brought to (more than)life by the amazing director. He is also the same inspiring person behind the movie 'The Cell', if some of you are old enough to remember.

Most of the time I felt like I was the little girl with my awkward left arm cast, sitting on his crummy squeaky bed, anticipating every word that coming out of the actor's mouth. 

This international quest for love and revenge will take you through more than a dozen countries, beautifully captured in their essence. There's mainly 5 heroes and soon you'll discover more of them yourself as the movie lives. Like in many movies, the plot thickens and dark clouds gather. Yes, like many other movies, but this time I like it. Whenever a movie starts in a hospital, you kinda already know it's going to sway that way. 

Can you already see how amazing these movie captures are?

Once of my fav scenes in the movie

In the end, it's..... oh well, I almost gave it away. Let's say, it's a very touching and aggravating ending with the resolution of the actor's personal struggle with mortality. Arrrggh! I loved it. Plus the actor looked so hot in eyeliner :p

Okay, I'm tired. gotta go dream of the Taj Mahal now.