Wednesday, February 22, 2006
First and foremost, Amanda Ng's blog today strikes a note of familiarity. Thank you hun!
I was reading the annual Robb Report and by the end of the whole thing (which took quite some time) I was salivating uncontrolably. Oh. My. God.
It's such an eye opener. Well not so anymore la. But it's amazing how rich and successful people can get and the things they buy. None of the normal nonsense. Just how rich they can be? Let's just say in their world, the brand Tiffany's & Co is like a 'pasar malam' brand to them.
By the way, while writing this, I just found out the yoga poses I did the other day are part of the Tibetan Rites. They look pretty kinky. What I really mean to say was obscene. And a lil kinky. *winks*
And the scary part is I wanna be as rich as they are. Being able to afford the stuff in there. Oh I forgot to mention, I had two of those and one was actually 'gift edition' meaning they show you things you can buy for others as gift. Whenever I buy birthday pressies I don't spend more than 50 bucks.
Also, I suddenly realise that I'm very self conscious. *paused* Well, maybe not SO recently. *blushes* There were phases where I wanted to be a celebrity/model/ someone famous. (Gan Kok Shen/Man Ay Teng you better be reading this). Not because I wanted to be seen as a slut/brainless cow/whatever else perception they have for models but you know, just to know that you can la. Then reality strikes. I will never be if I stay in this country. Why? Here's why.
Models here are mostly Eurasian or from some mixed blood decendant. Why? Because here, they're what we called 'exotic'. pfft
Models here must be tall. They can be as ugly as fucks but as long as they're tall. Why? Malaysians have fucked up mentality. They have this perception that models are supposed to be tall. Not true.
Models here must also be skinny. Another fucked up perception by Malaysians. Mostly because models here are mostly Chinese and they're mostly not shapely and very skinny.
And here's why I would make a good model in another country. *thinks bold* Regardless.
I'm a Chinese with big eyes, fair skin and Asian traits. And I AM EXOTIC compared to the norm because I'm Chinese. Models don't have to be tall, they have to be pretty,(e.g Eva Longoria) that's the priority plus a special trait of course. E.G: sultry look like Amber Chia. Nobody goes for the super skinny models anymore because they look sickly and aneroxic. Designers now prefer their models to be little meatier and not boobless like last time. Which is why the new generation models are meatier. E.G: Tyra Banks. Naomi Campbell. So I'm actually qualified. Just one thing, I can never do runway even if I DO have a good walk. If I do say so myself.
Another SELF INDULGENCY 101
I was reading the annual Robb Report and by the end of the whole thing (which took quite some time) I was salivating uncontrolably. Oh. My. God.
It's such an eye opener. Well not so anymore la. But it's amazing how rich and successful people can get and the things they buy. None of the normal nonsense. Just how rich they can be? Let's just say in their world, the brand Tiffany's & Co is like a 'pasar malam' brand to them.
By the way, while writing this, I just found out the yoga poses I did the other day are part of the Tibetan Rites. They look pretty kinky. What I really mean to say was obscene. And a lil kinky. *winks*
And the scary part is I wanna be as rich as they are. Being able to afford the stuff in there. Oh I forgot to mention, I had two of those and one was actually 'gift edition' meaning they show you things you can buy for others as gift. Whenever I buy birthday pressies I don't spend more than 50 bucks.
Also, I suddenly realise that I'm very self conscious. *paused* Well, maybe not SO recently. *blushes* There were phases where I wanted to be a celebrity/model/ someone famous. (Gan Kok Shen/Man Ay Teng you better be reading this). Not because I wanted to be seen as a slut/brainless cow/whatever else perception they have for models but you know, just to know that you can la. Then reality strikes. I will never be if I stay in this country. Why? Here's why.
Models here are mostly Eurasian or from some mixed blood decendant. Why? Because here, they're what we called 'exotic'. pfft
Models here must be tall. They can be as ugly as fucks but as long as they're tall. Why? Malaysians have fucked up mentality. They have this perception that models are supposed to be tall. Not true.
Models here must also be skinny. Another fucked up perception by Malaysians. Mostly because models here are mostly Chinese and they're mostly not shapely and very skinny.
And here's why I would make a good model in another country. *thinks bold* Regardless.
I'm a Chinese with big eyes, fair skin and Asian traits. And I AM EXOTIC compared to the norm because I'm Chinese. Models don't have to be tall, they have to be pretty,(e.g Eva Longoria) that's the priority plus a special trait of course. E.G: sultry look like Amber Chia. Nobody goes for the super skinny models anymore because they look sickly and aneroxic. Designers now prefer their models to be little meatier and not boobless like last time. Which is why the new generation models are meatier. E.G: Tyra Banks. Naomi Campbell. So I'm actually qualified. Just one thing, I can never do runway even if I DO have a good walk. If I do say so myself.
Another SELF INDULGENCY 101
2/22/2006 11:46:00 PM
There are times in your life that you would just wanna banish people and transport them to the galaxy for retards.
I've got a whole list. But nice people won't blog it down.
1. My mother.
Why? Unlike you guys who complain about your mothers who actually feed and give you money, mine is just unfit to be one. Never did. Never will. And I DO NOT, I repeat. DO NOT depend on her at all. She don't cook for me. Clean up after me or anything for that matter.
2. Fake people.
Oh. My. God. Specially those who complains about other people being fake without realising that they're more fake.
3. 'Jakuns'.
Similiar to the 'fake' people, the- Jakuns are basically... well, Jakuns. Oh. My. God. You wouldn't believe their level of maturity. Every other thing that they're doing is considered cool. WHen it's not. Seriously, they need to get out more. And I mean OUT kinda out not only 'out'.
4. Fat people.
No offense. If Shannon can lose 4kilos in a short period of time, anyone can. Sometimes I see fat/obese people eating fattening foods. I'm like, "What the hell are you doing? No mirror at home is it?" Don't they know it's unhealthy?
5. People with no drive.
They go on with their lives, doing the same thing over, no plans of the future whatsoever, living their mediocre life. They might look dandy or try to. Very hard at it too. They don't get nowhere. These are the people that waste oxygen.
I've got plenty more to tell but I just realised something. I shouldn't be writing this in the hopes that some of them will realise their wrong ways, coz they won't. I should be sympathetic.
I'm not saying I'm perfect but I'm proud of myself, of what I do with my life, now speacially. I can also say that I have a right to post this because I've been more than one of those kinda of people mentioned above. I've changed, my future is waiting for me. A bright one.
I might need to get me some shades.
Is it me or do my post always stray from the main topic?
I've got a whole list. But nice people won't blog it down.
1. My mother.
Why? Unlike you guys who complain about your mothers who actually feed and give you money, mine is just unfit to be one. Never did. Never will. And I DO NOT, I repeat. DO NOT depend on her at all. She don't cook for me. Clean up after me or anything for that matter.
2. Fake people.
Oh. My. God. Specially those who complains about other people being fake without realising that they're more fake.
3. 'Jakuns'.
Similiar to the 'fake' people, the- Jakuns are basically... well, Jakuns. Oh. My. God. You wouldn't believe their level of maturity. Every other thing that they're doing is considered cool. WHen it's not. Seriously, they need to get out more. And I mean OUT kinda out not only 'out'.
4. Fat people.
No offense. If Shannon can lose 4kilos in a short period of time, anyone can. Sometimes I see fat/obese people eating fattening foods. I'm like, "What the hell are you doing? No mirror at home is it?" Don't they know it's unhealthy?
5. People with no drive.
They go on with their lives, doing the same thing over, no plans of the future whatsoever, living their mediocre life. They might look dandy or try to. Very hard at it too. They don't get nowhere. These are the people that waste oxygen.
I've got plenty more to tell but I just realised something. I shouldn't be writing this in the hopes that some of them will realise their wrong ways, coz they won't. I should be sympathetic.
I'm not saying I'm perfect but I'm proud of myself, of what I do with my life, now speacially. I can also say that I have a right to post this because I've been more than one of those kinda of people mentioned above. I've changed, my future is waiting for me. A bright one.
I might need to get me some shades.
Is it me or do my post always stray from the main topic?
2/22/2006 02:12:00 AM
Saturday, February 18, 2006
Wanna know that you're hot?
See if you can get 5 guys or more to ask you out for lunch on the same day in less than 2 hours of hanging out in the gym. And all this without having to throw yourself at them and/or dress 'sluttily' and/or have a reputation or being one.
No seriously, men in this country do not appreciate a woman's beauty. Truly. If you're hot, they just perve at you. It's very rare that someone truly appreciates. Take the time to know you. Take you out for outtings without specific motive. Know that you're more than just a pretty face but you've got brains as well.
I'm glad I don't attract men that's the total opposite.
Shannon here, is your perfect childish yet mature, wild yet innocent, sweet yet hot, and bimbo yet witty.
This blog is dedicated to SELF INDULGENCY 101
See if you can get 5 guys or more to ask you out for lunch on the same day in less than 2 hours of hanging out in the gym. And all this without having to throw yourself at them and/or dress 'sluttily' and/or have a reputation or being one.
No seriously, men in this country do not appreciate a woman's beauty. Truly. If you're hot, they just perve at you. It's very rare that someone truly appreciates. Take the time to know you. Take you out for outtings without specific motive. Know that you're more than just a pretty face but you've got brains as well.
I'm glad I don't attract men that's the total opposite.
Shannon here, is your perfect childish yet mature, wild yet innocent, sweet yet hot, and bimbo yet witty.
This blog is dedicated to SELF INDULGENCY 101
2/18/2006 10:14:00 PM
Tuesday, February 14, 2006
I love you too YONG YI SUNG
I had a MTV class yesterday. After which I had another spinning class. I'm telling you, it's a killer those classes.
I'm beginning to fall in love with my gym.
NO seriously, it's only Valentine's Day. I'm treated just as well the rest of the 364 days.
I had a MTV class yesterday. After which I had another spinning class. I'm telling you, it's a killer those classes.
I'm beginning to fall in love with my gym.
NO seriously, it's only Valentine's Day. I'm treated just as well the rest of the 364 days.
2/14/2006 11:38:00 PM
Sunday, February 12, 2006
I get paid to workout. Is that great or what?
I did Capoeira. For those who don't know what it is, *tries hard not to sound like a know-it-all bitch* it's the art of dance fighting originated from Australia.
I also did Power Yoga. Did I mention?
It's also true that guys tend to pick up chicks in the gym. *winks*
I did Capoeira. For those who don't know what it is, *tries hard not to sound like a know-it-all bitch* it's the art of dance fighting originated from Australia.
I also did Power Yoga. Did I mention?
It's also true that guys tend to pick up chicks in the gym. *winks*
2/12/2006 11:51:00 PM
Thursday, February 09, 2006
Sigh...
It's true...
Fernando Alonso is going to join McLaren Mercedes after the end of this season...
The 'boy' I hate to support...
So basically he has to win for McLaren but not beat Kimi- says me at least.
Poor Montoya... Why?!?!?!
Sigh...
It's true...
Fernando Alonso is going to join McLaren Mercedes after the end of this season...
The 'boy' I hate to support...
So basically he has to win for McLaren but not beat Kimi- says me at least.
Poor Montoya... Why?!?!?!
Sigh...
2/09/2006 08:49:00 PM
Oh. My. Fucking. *insert any word desired*
My hamstrings don't hurt anymore but my upper part of my thighs do.
I skipped ABT today. Instead I went for a cardio workout. Apparently I burnt 274 kcal in 33 minutes. Did three different machines. Non- stop.
Yesterday I had a late class. Free spin. Bikes in other words. The same instructor for the morning Celebrity sculpt earlier on.
I got a chance to use their steam and sauna, which was great. Skin feels better already. I'm beginning to enjoy going to the gym.
Working out the whole week babeh!
My hamstrings don't hurt anymore but my upper part of my thighs do.
I skipped ABT today. Instead I went for a cardio workout. Apparently I burnt 274 kcal in 33 minutes. Did three different machines. Non- stop.
Yesterday I had a late class. Free spin. Bikes in other words. The same instructor for the morning Celebrity sculpt earlier on.
I got a chance to use their steam and sauna, which was great. Skin feels better already. I'm beginning to enjoy going to the gym.
Working out the whole week babeh!
2/09/2006 08:08:00 PM
Tuesday, February 07, 2006
Oh. My. God.
Every single inch of my body aches. The muscles. The shrunken hamstring or whatever it is la.
I know the lactic acid is prolly accumulating like mad. High school teaches one something.
My first class was the HIP HOP class. Which was awesome. I didn't know I can dance. A Thai lady thought us how.
Then I had the Jazz class. Brilliant. I liked the first one better. A guy thought us how. Every 8 counts there's one spin at least. So we all began to feel light headed after a while. Jolly.
That was yesterday. Today's bad coz my muscles are already aching. Very tired too.
First I went to the dance aerobics class. Loved it.Damn fast paced. I prefered hip hop still.
Then the class I dread. ABT. Abs. Butt. Thighs. Serina was the instructor. When she walked in, I thought I recognise her. By the end of the very painful work out, it was who I thought it was. I went to school with her sister. She's Malaysia's top Gymnast. Gold medalist for the Commenwealth. However you spell that.
I've got tonnes to do. No time. Have to run.
Every single inch of my body aches. The muscles. The shrunken hamstring or whatever it is la.
I know the lactic acid is prolly accumulating like mad. High school teaches one something.
My first class was the HIP HOP class. Which was awesome. I didn't know I can dance. A Thai lady thought us how.
Then I had the Jazz class. Brilliant. I liked the first one better. A guy thought us how. Every 8 counts there's one spin at least. So we all began to feel light headed after a while. Jolly.
That was yesterday. Today's bad coz my muscles are already aching. Very tired too.
First I went to the dance aerobics class. Loved it.Damn fast paced. I prefered hip hop still.
Then the class I dread. ABT. Abs. Butt. Thighs. Serina was the instructor. When she walked in, I thought I recognise her. By the end of the very painful work out, it was who I thought it was. I went to school with her sister. She's Malaysia's top Gymnast. Gold medalist for the Commenwealth. However you spell that.
I've got tonnes to do. No time. Have to run.
2/07/2006 08:56:00 PM
Sunday, February 05, 2006
Today I fell in love with Mont Kiara. And I fell hard. Can't wait to live there! *undisclosed*
I love J R Geoffrion's work.
I want four kids AND adopt more.
TV is not ALL bad, I was watching Queer Eye For The Straight Guy, whole new season and there's this guy who adopted ten foster children and is not stopping. He has a nice home and an understanding wife. He's definitely going to heaven.
Okay, I feel like I'm planning my future. Should stop.
Oh bugger, might as well.
I want a Vera Wang Wedding Gown.
Unless I'm fucking rich and/or famous, she'll never design my dress. So it's off to New York to buy it off the rack.
JR to be one of my FEW photographers.
He's amazing. But he mostly takes abstract photos. Like the ring on your finger, the cathedral walls. So I'll need other photographers to take pictures of moi.
My kids will go to GIS/ MKIS/ WMS
I hate Malaysian education system so unless they change soon, my kids will definitely go to an international school. As for WMS? Well, a lot of people from there becomes highly successful in life.
Straying...
I'll name a few of them but their occupations sound more impressive.
Scicom (MSC Berhad)
Khazanah Nasional ( 2 of them!) ( I personally wanna work for them)
BMW Malaysia
Celebrity dentist/ 'beauty' surgoen
I wanna be featured in Le Prestige and Malaysia's Tatler in the future for my success at something.
Reality check:
Mind you I have a lot of faith that most of the above will happen. Either those or something much better. Well for now it's all I could list out. Believe me you I ain't stopping yet.
I love J R Geoffrion's work.
I want four kids AND adopt more.
TV is not ALL bad, I was watching Queer Eye For The Straight Guy, whole new season and there's this guy who adopted ten foster children and is not stopping. He has a nice home and an understanding wife. He's definitely going to heaven.
Okay, I feel like I'm planning my future. Should stop.
Oh bugger, might as well.
I want a Vera Wang Wedding Gown.
Unless I'm fucking rich and/or famous, she'll never design my dress. So it's off to New York to buy it off the rack.
JR to be one of my FEW photographers.
He's amazing. But he mostly takes abstract photos. Like the ring on your finger, the cathedral walls. So I'll need other photographers to take pictures of moi.
My kids will go to GIS/ MKIS/ WMS
I hate Malaysian education system so unless they change soon, my kids will definitely go to an international school. As for WMS? Well, a lot of people from there becomes highly successful in life.
Straying...
I'll name a few of them but their occupations sound more impressive.
Scicom (MSC Berhad)
Khazanah Nasional ( 2 of them!) ( I personally wanna work for them)
BMW Malaysia
Celebrity dentist/ 'beauty' surgoen
I wanna be featured in Le Prestige and Malaysia's Tatler in the future for my success at something.
Reality check:
Mind you I have a lot of faith that most of the above will happen. Either those or something much better. Well for now it's all I could list out. Believe me you I ain't stopping yet.
2/05/2006 12:56:00 AM
Friday, February 03, 2006
So I was tryna shop for a pair of jeans today. Malaysian's sizes are fucked up by the way
Zara will only stock up tomorrow
Topshop's quality no good
Same goes for MNG
I mean it's supposed to be THE pair of jeans. The pair that hugs you snuggly and feels comfy and all. All my jeans don't fit no more due to the weight lost. Sometimes I feel like I shouldn't have lost all those weight. Oh well it don't matter now. At least I'm not super skinny with no boobs. Not that they matter but tits are important.
I can't wait for monday! I've already bought an entire new workout outfit. Pants, top and the what not's.
I've strayed.
So I finally went into Calvin Klein Jeans. Thank God for him, I've found my jeans. Only 559.
Also, can't wait for Saturday
Also also, thank you En Li for your 'generous' hospitality. And to those who lost all their money while being at En's. =>
I have ESP. Well, when I guess right at least. My references are Gan, Sam and Cap. Tho they most prolly won't admit it.
And I was in FOS for God knows why, and I saw Juicy Couture there. Typical. Well, we saw it coming anyways. I'm gonna trade my pups and crown for the French Cat. For now.
*French Cats= Baby Phat
Zara will only stock up tomorrow
Topshop's quality no good
Same goes for MNG
I mean it's supposed to be THE pair of jeans. The pair that hugs you snuggly and feels comfy and all. All my jeans don't fit no more due to the weight lost. Sometimes I feel like I shouldn't have lost all those weight. Oh well it don't matter now. At least I'm not super skinny with no boobs. Not that they matter but tits are important.
I can't wait for monday! I've already bought an entire new workout outfit. Pants, top and the what not's.
I've strayed.
So I finally went into Calvin Klein Jeans. Thank God for him, I've found my jeans. Only 559.
Also, can't wait for Saturday
Also also, thank you En Li for your 'generous' hospitality. And to those who lost all their money while being at En's. =>
I have ESP. Well, when I guess right at least. My references are Gan, Sam and Cap. Tho they most prolly won't admit it.
And I was in FOS for God knows why, and I saw Juicy Couture there. Typical. Well, we saw it coming anyways. I'm gonna trade my pups and crown for the French Cat. For now.
*French Cats= Baby Phat
2/03/2006 12:09:00 AM
Wednesday, February 01, 2006
CNY? One word: FATTENING
Craving for home made Hong Kong Eggrolls. Preferably the ones I had just now. There're pretty rare here. Malaysians only eat 'kuih kapit'. Eggrolls are nicer.
Had family dinner with mother's side of the family. Hu ha. Well not really. Not for me at least.
Just made plans for saturday, feeling a lil better about the accumulating fats already. *phew*
I wonder if you'll get a beer belly if you drink too much Shandy?
If fat floats in water, why do our butts get bigger but not our boobs?
*hu ha: big commotion/big deal
Craving for home made Hong Kong Eggrolls. Preferably the ones I had just now. There're pretty rare here. Malaysians only eat 'kuih kapit'. Eggrolls are nicer.
Had family dinner with mother's side of the family. Hu ha. Well not really. Not for me at least.
Just made plans for saturday, feeling a lil better about the accumulating fats already. *phew*
I wonder if you'll get a beer belly if you drink too much Shandy?
If fat floats in water, why do our butts get bigger but not our boobs?
*hu ha: big commotion/big deal
2/01/2006 01:24:00 AM
James Blount- Goodbye My Lover
Did I disappoint you or let you down?
Should I be feeling guilty or let the judges frown?
'Cause I saw the end before we'd begun,
Yes I saw you were blinded and I knew I had won.
So I took what's mine by eternal right.
Took your soul out into the night.
It may be over but it won't stop there,
I am here for you if you'd only care.
You touched my heart you touched my soul.
You changed my life and all my goals.
And love is blind and that I knew when,
My heart was blinded by you.
I've kissed your lips and held your head.
Shared your dreams and shared your bed.
I know you well, I know your smell.
I've been addicted to you.
Chorus (x2)
Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me.
I am a dreamer but when I wake,
You can't break my spirit - it's my dreams you take.
And as you move on, remember me,
Remember us and all we used to be
I've seen you cry,
I've seen you smile.
I've watched you sleeping for a while.
I'd be the father of your child.
I'd spend a lifetime with you.
I know your fears and you know mine.
We've had our doubts but now we're fine,
And I love you, I swear that's true.
I cannot live without you.
(x2)
Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me.
And I still hold your hand in mine.
In mine when I'm asleep.
And I will bear my soul in time,
When I'm kneeling at your feet.
Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me.
I'm so hollow, baby, I'm so hollow.
I'm so, I'm so, I'm so hollow.
Did I disappoint you or let you down?
Should I be feeling guilty or let the judges frown?
'Cause I saw the end before we'd begun,
Yes I saw you were blinded and I knew I had won.
So I took what's mine by eternal right.
Took your soul out into the night.
It may be over but it won't stop there,
I am here for you if you'd only care.
You touched my heart you touched my soul.
You changed my life and all my goals.
And love is blind and that I knew when,
My heart was blinded by you.
I've kissed your lips and held your head.
Shared your dreams and shared your bed.
I know you well, I know your smell.
I've been addicted to you.
Chorus (x2)
Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me.
I am a dreamer but when I wake,
You can't break my spirit - it's my dreams you take.
And as you move on, remember me,
Remember us and all we used to be
I've seen you cry,
I've seen you smile.
I've watched you sleeping for a while.
I'd be the father of your child.
I'd spend a lifetime with you.
I know your fears and you know mine.
We've had our doubts but now we're fine,
And I love you, I swear that's true.
I cannot live without you.
(x2)
Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me.
And I still hold your hand in mine.
In mine when I'm asleep.
And I will bear my soul in time,
When I'm kneeling at your feet.
Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me.
I'm so hollow, baby, I'm so hollow.
I'm so, I'm so, I'm so hollow.
2/01/2006 01:16:00 AM
