Big Mama is such a heap of bull shit. Don’t like that? How bout a pool of cow dung? Or a pile of buffalo poo?

I think a 2.8 rating from IMDB does it enough justice already.

The movie has so many hoooooles that if it is a piece of Emmentaler, I suppose it is habitable for ten thousand mice.

Those flaws, for example…… Urgh. Why do I even bother to kacau the peaceful sweet dreams of those ten thousand rodents?

I picked on Fright Pran because it has the potential of being a bowl of doubled boiled bird’s nest soup. With aloe and chestnut cream. read more

Today, I got my seriously-smells-nice scrub. Like, seriously.
Oh and a bottle of seriously-smells-nice shower oil too.

I can’t believe a jar of scrub can smell like… heaven.

I had exactly an hour to shop in 1U for my stuff. So I wandered around and discovered two shops I have never stepped my foot into. And I swore I was gonna buy something from them because I lost faith in The Body Shop. Between Crabtree&Evelyn and L’Occitane, I chose the latter because one of my ex’s ex girlfriends’ name is Evelyn and I hate her. read more

Alternative A:

Alternative B:

How hot is hot? When you can’t see yourself in the bathroom mirror you know it’s hot enough.

Btw, can someone please remind me to get a seriously good loofah?
And a seriously-smells-nice bottle of scrub. Anything but seaweed thanx. I just ran out of bathsalt too.

Speaking of which, i really salute those actors and actresses who do underwater shoots. How do they stay in the water so long and stare passionately into each other’s eyes in unspoken affection? I can’t even open my eyes for 2 sec without my googles. And i look like a mad cheese scientist with the goggles. 0_o read more

Somehow I didn’t go for the enrollment after all because of some stupid reason. Bah.

I should be in LUCY now but end up typing here. And so I noticed I just am spending waaay to much time blogging.

Like, 4 times a day. Oh, actually 5.

But knowing that I wouldn’t be able to update as often as I do now, from next week onwards, I kind of like the idea of working my fingers, I mean nails (time for manicure) nonstop on the keyboard. I typed so much until I the left “Ctrl” key came off from the keyboard. Seriously. Like PCW said, maybe I control too much. LOL. read more

Okay maybe i should stop reading her blog.

I like her alot she’s fun, interesting, popular and all.

But i just can’t stand seeing things i shouldn’t/don’t want to see so tell me what to do.

>_

I was thinking of skipping my new semester enrollment tomorrow. For a stupid shoot.

This particular teen magazine called me up for a shoot with K company.

One year ago, this particular K cosmetic company held sorta a pageant, in which I was one of the winners.

So this teen mag called up the winner, 1st runner and 2nd runner to do a commercial brochure shoot, sort of as K company’s ambassadors (basically telling how great the products are and how we like them so much, yadda yadda…).

“So we’ll see you Thursday at our office’s studio. You know the place right.”
“Yeah. How long is it gonna take?”
“It’s from 9am to 6pm.”
“Wow. *sweats* Erm. What bout the pay?”
“Oh. We don’t pay but we’ll give out some K products as a token of appreciation.”
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Dear Tim, I’m here to inform that you won the bet.

Bah, some kind folks actually bothered to ask me out. So, come claim your Ramli Burger.

But I decided to stay home. Going out is against my religion (btw new Ringoistic rule. Shut up, you are not the ruler).

I was having a BIG date with MSN. No crowd, no queue, no jam (see why I’m pro-cheese now?!) , no phone/wallet/camera losing. What an easy cheesy perfect date. =)

And I was doing an experiment about how I could answer some typical questions people were gonna ask me on MSN without typing the actual answer. read more

Few days ago, late at night, I received a call from V boy.

“Come out? I’m outside your house now.”
“You what?! You kidding. My aunty will keeel me if I go out yamca at 11pm.”
“Come out la, I’m just passing something to you.”
“Ooookay…”

So I went outside. He came out from his car and handed me a paper bag.

I looked inside. It’s an exquisite box of heart-shaped chocolates.

Then I stared at him.

O_o

OMFC What do you think you are doing outside my house with a box of heart-shaped chocolates on (Chinese) Valentine’s Day?! read more

And i coined it!!
Not a single return from Uncle Google!!

*smug*

Cheese. =)

Myself.

I decided to make February the Month of Narcissism. No, wait. I changed my mind. Let’s make year 2006 the Year of Narcissism.

So from today onwards I’m gonna talk only about me me me me me me and ME.

😀

Mozzie’s new year resolution is to remain single. And I’m gonna join the club.My Valentine’s resolution is to remain single for the rest of the year.

That means, this would be the third continuous year of my singlehood.

I KNOWWW!!!

I can’t believe it myself too.

So guys (and maybe girls), you can give up already. I’m so taken. By myself. read more

Peeps, I’m in love. Like, totally.

Cheese out my Valentine’s dedication.

(Warning: Reading might cause extreme heartbreak)

If you don’t wanna end up sobbing at a dark corner in your room on this lovely Valentine’s day,

Don’t click here.

I’m quite… actually, very, maybe more than very, angry. But this is so ridiculously funny (rhyme not intended).

I’ve decided to be a Miss Sam Pat and involved in a secret mission in the dark for the past few days. That is because I didn’t want to see the one I care for suffer from chronic depression again.

And mission completed. Guess what? It’s been successful, and I’ve formed a new group out of the mission with two other girls. It’s called the ASD Community. I’ll tell you what it stands for later. read more