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.

3. Getting a job I like
After resigning from a shitty one. Apart form that, early last year I started earning cashew nuts and occasionally macadamias from my lousy blog. How cool is that!

4. Traveling outside Asia
I’m still all obsessed about my London trip! Anyway last year I’ve traveled more than I could conscientiously afford to. And I now owe my conscience a huge debt. It was Bangkok in January, Taipei in April, Hong Kong in July, London in October and I’m in Kaohsiung for new year now.

5. Losing 5kgs
Thanks to Kenko Diet Plum. But I’ve gained back 2kg so I look like I belong to the homo sapiens species now. Thank you very much.

6. Surviving a water heater assault
Err… I guess that’s cool. I mean, I’m running out of things to write. Guess I’m not that cool after all. I prefer to be hot than cool anyway.

7. Cannot tell this one!
This is something very personal and I’m hysterical about it. 😀

Anyway. If you like you can take this as another lousy meme. Tell me the 7 coolest things you’ve done, or the 7 coolest people you’ve met, or the 7 coolest shopping items you’ve snatched in year 2007.

Wanna read something more fun? Log on to gua.com.my!

It’s a cool entertainment portal featuring lots of celebrity gossips, love & relationships, fashion and beauty, cool videos and food fare!

They have just come up with a The 7 Coolest Malaysian of 2007 feature article.

Guess who’s in the list?

Spotted anyone you know?

Apparently the panel of judges don’t like him so much they covered up his mouth. WAHAHA. Why ah?

Click HERE to find out more about the 7 coolest peeps in Malaysia. You are free to disagree and post your own list of coolest Malaysians in the comment section.

P/S: I’m now in Tao Yuan airport waiting for my flight back to KLIA. Haven’t gone online since last year! Cheddie wait for mommy. I bought you gifts! 😀

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.

So what?

“Got people want to buy meh?” I asked Porkie, frowned.
“Don’t care. Just, please don’t sell it too cheap. I’ve seen people auctioning it at more than 100 pounds.”

Fui. I mean, I didn’t expect to fetch that kind of crazy response la, still I hoped that the offer is at least worth Porkie’s painstaking effort lo.

But!

Who would pay more than what it’s worth for something so clichéd, so everywhere-to-be-seen especially around Petaling Street and pasar malam?

Apparently, it IS worth that much.

I was really so surprised that most of the bidders were guys. And what I felt truly touched is that, they all bid so crazily with a sole purpose—to please their beloved wives, to give them as a belated Xmas or new year pressie.

So sweet!

I ALSO WANT A HUSBAND LIDDAT!

Unfortunately there was only one bag.

I’ve mailed the two highest bidders then and I decided to give it to S, simply because I could do the transaction COD and I needed the cash right the moment and also, I was leaving town the next day so better that I settled everything right then. Also, the Dior bag case has set a precedent which the item will always go to the last bid on 9:59pm, because technically, at 10:00:00:00:00 pm (if you wanna be an anal accurist who aspires to have a career in Greenwich in the future), the bid closes. So yea. Also my apology to K from Singapore who did not win the bid. Hope you can find other items you love in the future!

Back to the story. So I met up with the guy who’s supposed to pick the bag up on behalf of his bro-in-law at Mc Donald’s.

I took out the bag and handed it to him for inspection.

“It’s 100% original, here’s the tag and here’s the receipt”, I said.
“Okay,” he flipped it inside out, checked the tag, turned to me, looking a little clueless.

I paused for him to continue.

“Erm…”
“Yes?”

“Do you have a plastic bag for it?”

Lololol.

Like, that’s the whole point right, not using a plastic bag. Anyway, I gave him a fabric bag to put the non-plastic bag into.

Btw S, I’ve thrown in a little personal gift along with the bag. I hope your wife likes it. 🙂

I’m on a last minute trip to Kaohsiung today! Gonna spend my new year eve in Taipei again. Damn happy.

Will blog soon. Stay cheesed!

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!”

Of two KL girls bumping into each other in a land 8272288361 miles away from home?

Lovely B&B

😀

*Gasp* Rasp on a tree.

Failed attempt to grow the ogre horns.

Beautiful Bristol.

Colorful restaurant.

Bristol was just a stopover to this secret place we wanted to go. And it was the perfect place for someone like me. Stay cheesed to find out more about this secret place! 🙂

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.

Pictures on Harrods and Selfridges

Cheese

Cheeeeeeeese.

More cheeeeeeeeese.

Holey Cheesus Cheese!

Pink cheese!

Foiegrasfoiegrasfoiegrasfoiegrasfoiegrasfoiegras!

Fruits

Have you ever seen a Strawberry Grape before?

Lookie lookie!

-_-

But when it hails from Thailand, it’s called something else.

Ma, look at how expensive your fruit is after 14 hours flight.

And never seen a yellow dragon leh! Wukaka.

*Gasp* Rasp!

Oh my gourd! They come in all kind of sizes and shapes.

Crazy stuff

Haih. When i was there. It wasn’t even Halloween yet. Today it is Christmas already!

Cheddie might like this.

 

i think it’s healthier than popcorn. And easier to sneak into cinemas too.

This should taste the best. With Roti canai.

Food

Beautiful tea girl.

And KRISPY KREME!!!666

Steamy hot and straight out of the conveyor belt. NOW BEAT THAT!

Harrods special called the Dreamcake! 😀

Toys

Cheddie’s friends.

I love teddy.

Giant teddy. So huggable.

Gave me a sweet kiss.

So adorable it melts your heart wobbly and floppy you just wanna collapse in a sea of teddies.

And they have already expected that to happen.

Teddy couch.

Merry Christmas everyone! 🙂

If you have nothing to do, you can go watch a cheese mature in real time, HERE. Seriously. At least it’s more interesting than watching paint dry.

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.

What are you all doing tomorrow?

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.

Something really scary happened last night.

I took of my clothes, stepped into the bathroom and turned on the water heater. I shivered and took one step back when tiny streams of cold water started trickling down from above me. I stood afar and waited for a few seconds.

The water was cold. The power light wasn’t blinking red. The heater wasn’t working.

I stepped into my room, dressed myself back in PJs and went outside the bathroom door to check the switch. It was on. What on earth was going on? First my internet connection was playing dumb, now the heater decided that i should go to bed smelling like a moldy cheese tonight? I can’t live without a water heater! However obnoxious the Malaysian weather is.

I went back to the heater, studied it intently trying to figure out what was wrong, then something hit me.

The water volume was turned to the minimum. My eyes widened and my heart was pumping heavier than the said machine’s built-in pump.

Taking a deep breath, I adjusted it back to maximum and pushed the power button. Hot, steamy water started running down.

It appalled me to near death.

“Oh my god,” i thought. I tried to calm myself and quickly F3 my memory registry in search for the action called “minimizing water volume”. No results found.

No. I don’t remember doing anything to the water volume.

“Oh. my. god.” i thought louder. Okay. This could only mean two things. And it was freaking me out.

1. I have a sleep-walk pattern that i wasn’t aware of. I would raid the fridge, steal my housemates kitkat bars and play with electronic gadgets in the middle of the night before i climb back to bed again.

2. Somebody has been to my room.

But since no one complained about their missing chocolate thus far, i stroke out the first possibility.

I called TT at 2.14am in the morning and so uncharismatically begged him to come over and stay with me. Come he did. But TT being TT, he only frightened me even more with his paranoia and all sorts of crazy explanations behind the mysterious self-adjusting water heater that transforms into a beastly mechanical rapist once the clock strikes twelve.

After all the Sherlock role playing probing into every tiny crevice that we believe wasn’t there the previous night, we were pretty convinced that, the water heater has, indeed, come to life.

I went to sleep. It felt good to know that there’s a living human right beside me.

The next day i woke up, i lodged a police report and shortly, the beastly water-heater was arrested, charged guilty with intrusion of privacy and sexual harassment, then electrocuted to death by a short-circuit water heater. And i lived peacefully ever after.

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What? All horror movies have an abrupt ending no? Hoho.

But what am i gonna do, honestly? I really dunno! Change the lock or something. Or bring Cheddie back here with me. At least she will bark or something when she senses a supernatural existence. No wait. Pets are normally the first cruel sacrificial victim to evil forces. No no no. Uh uh. But I can’t move out because i am pretty much all settled here!

Ok. Maybe it’s me being paranoid. I should sell the story to Stephen King and before i know it the novel would be a major film titled “Water Heater”.

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.

I love the colorful fruit stalls.

And the sour and juicy blackberries.

I love everything cheesy.

Love the cute lil policeman’s helmet?

Love English breakfast.

Love the cakes omg.

Love the pastries omgwtf.

Love the pastries at Patisserie Valerie omgwtfbbq.

Love the pastries at Patisserie Valerieomg too wtfbbqdvd.

Love the kinky shops wtf.

Love the cute guys on the streets.

Love the doggies on the streets too.

Love the teddy-bear-like doggies on the streets.

And i lurrrrrve Pret A Manger and their crayfish & rocket sandwich.

Love their fancy beverages.

Erm. Yoga Bunny? Like…
this?

Too many things i love i can’t finish in one entry. Stay cheesed. 🙂