and the best i’ve ever seen.

188 seconds only but super awesome. Almost orgasmic.

Can hear YY talking mushy mushy to his girl friend over the phone!

Of course can’t beat the 10 mins fireworks in London. The English people so damn rich wtf.

And happy birthday to Moaki. 🙂

It’s a new year so let’s see what I’ve achieved throughout my cheesy existence in the past year.

1. Getting a dog
Cheddie is the best shopping item of the year. And it was the best investment I’ve ever made. She’s my muse, she is my source of long-term happiness. She keeps me happier than any amount of retail therapy. And she’s anorexic so that saves me a lot on kibbles.

2. Perming my hair
After 6 straight years (pun?) of the same, boring, long hair. I was never adventurous when it comes to hair. The courage I summoned for such a change is tantamount to that of eating a can of green curry crocodile meat. Guess what? I just went for my third perm today (for free! Either the stylist missed me like crazy or they needed a lab rat for their new products)! And I look like a freaking cocker spaniel now. But I’ve come to a decision that my hair is eternally curl-proof. No matter how much thinning and trimming, it remains stubbornly straight. read more

Is called…

CHEDDAR!!!!666

Pick up a copy of Twentyfour7 from Starbucks.

More about Cheddar Village when i get back from Taiwan. Also check out updates on my Pacmee shoutout. Stay cheesed and happy new year to everyone. 🙂

Everything sounds super romantic here!

There’s this canal called the Love River, a jetty called the True Love Jetty, a hill called the Mountain and Sea Affair, and the largest shopping complex called the Dream Mall.

Went to Cijin in the afternoon. There are soooooooooooooooooooooo many things to eat!!!666

What are you all doing tomorrow? I’m going to taipei 101 for countdown! 😀

Happy 2008 everyone. =)

I just did the most unbelievable thing yesterday.

I sold a stupid bag originally worth five pounds for RM600 in my Wardrobe. Man. It’s better than eBay.

The closing-bid dilemma happened, just like the last time I helped Coco auction her Dior bag off. Read the story HERE.

Anyway, I was so overwhelmed!

When I auctioned the bag off, I was hesitant and skeptical myself. Okay. So this bag is an original Anya Hindmarch Porkie queued hours in front of Sainsbury as early as 5a.m. for it. So it flew 14 hours straight from London to KL. So it is a limited edition bag you can not get it anywhere else now. read more

Some pictures taken in Bristol, England.

Few days after the trip, Michelle MSNed me.

“Hey Ringo, by any chance were you in Bristol last Saturday?”
“Omg. How would you know!”
“Omg! I saw someone awfully familiar and i thought it was you!”
“Omg! What are you doing there!”
“I came here for studies, remember?”
“Why didn’t you come up to me and say hi!”
“I didn’t believe it could be you, like, what are the odds!”
“Yea. Cheesh. What are the odds!” read more

Happy happy! 😀

TT always asks, “what do you wanna do today?”
And i’ll always like to answer, “我要喺屋企腐烂。”

And i decided to rot at home today, lying still on my bed with full blast air-con on and mushy mushy xmas songs playing in the background and nurturing fungus until i’m all moldy.

I was thinking right, if humans are like cheese! They are so lucky. All they need to do is just stay still and do nothing. The moldier it is, the finer and more vintage! The better price it can sell too. It’s so lucky to be a cheese. read more

I’m so so happy. Just downloaded 73 (and counting) beautiful Christmas songs. There’s this song called Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer. What kind of sick xmas song is that!!!666 And also I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus. So adulterous!
 

I’m so clueless though. Damn PMS about Christmas. Everyone is telling me they don’t have any plans tomorrow. Isn’t there anything interesting we can do?

I think i’m going to watch Love Actually again for say, 10 times if i really can’t think of anything to do. That should make a happy Christmas eve. read more

For sale in Wardrobe.

I hate the place i’m staying in.

Two days ago, i finally met the housemate who stays on the top most floor. In front of the gate.

We looked at each other, somewhat excitedly, we shook hands.

“Hie, I’m Michelle.”
“Hie, I’m Ringo. I’ve been wanting to meet you since three weeks ago.”

Apparently the housemates have the level of communication akin to that of algae with sea shells. Konon nya living under one roof. This house is almost dead. No telly set, no couch, no washing machine, no human touch. I pass by myriads of other houses in this vicinity that are radiating warmth and laughter, some decorated with Christmas trees in preparation for a happy, hot Christmas. read more

about London.

Everyone asks me, “So what is it that you love so much about London?”
And i reply, “That there’s nothing i don’t like about it.”

I love the buildings.

I love the big, red, phone booth.

I love the benches.

I love everything single beautiful cafe in the city.

I love the green grass so lush it looks fake.

(kinda miss my long, straight hair too…)

I love the hanging baskets evvvvvvvvvvvvverywhere. On the shops, houses and lamp posts. read more