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Can anyone tell me why?

I think.

My moving into this new place.

I feel monumentally lonely in this inhuman cubicle.

So I finally surrendered and had an aircon installed (like yay) after all the stubborn battle with something as obnoxious as the Malaysian weather. What was i, insane?

Gone is the familiar voice and warmth I used to be surrounded by all the time.

Things are lying scattered on the floor screaming their heads off for help.

So a home you have now, they say. Have i a home?

No. A cubicle of a pathetic 100sqft is what i have. Not a home.

A home is a proper home that belongs to you. (Is that why a proper home is called property? Hehe.)

Wikipedia:

A home is a place where a person, family, or group of people live or spend much of their time, or where a person feels safe or comfortable.

I don’t feel safe nor comfortable here. Or wherever I had previously moved to. TT used to scare me and say that there might be hidden cameras somewhere in the house/room/bathroom in the new place I was moving to. Then some hamsup landlord will be sitting at home gawking at their computer screen with their thick, geeky glasses, chewing on pop corns while jerking the **** off. And I thought he was being so paranoid. But who knows it could be true! SO SCARY OK! (in The L Word, some dude did exactly that to film the footage of the sex life of a few lesbians) Nowadays it’s an unaffordable mistake to misplace your trust in some strangers. You can’t say that it will never happen. And you can never be too careful.

Need more reason?

Wikipedia:

The concept of “home” is compared to the human need for peaceful sanctuary, the absence of it thus leading to restlessness. Such restlessness, may lead to depression and, ultimately, to a loss of sanity.

Cheesus. I don’t want to be insane! (Don’t mind being in Seine again though)

So. Bottom line.

Get. Your. Own. Damn. Place.

If you don’t already have one.

Many friends wanted me to have second thoughts before I even think of committing myself to being a lifetime property slave. Buying a house is a big commitment (almost for life). I’m still young. Why would I want to tie myself down to an endless loan when I can enjoy the money i have in so many other ways. Having no liabilities is an asset. You spend whatever you earn.

But. I’d rather commit to this faithful, long-lasting relationship that’s gonna cost me seven arms and seven legs than to have exciting love affairs with alco, ciggies, glamorous nightlife and parties. Because at the end of the day it is a home I am going back to. Not an empty vodka bottle. Then again I might have to give up my utmost fantasy to have the most random casual flings with the most romantic getaways. Which sucks. There are sacrifices you’ll have to make when you’re committed to someone/thing I guess.

I know of homeless (figuratively speaking, of course) people. And I can empathize. I’ve been living under people’s roof all my life and I want to stop living like a nomad already. I refuse to share my privacy with some strangers I don’t know of. Some people, especially people who have been living with their parents all their lives, will never understand our despair to be properly propertied. And I mean, the lust for a proper, property, that has its whatever document bearing my divine name. Not some dodgy pigsty I pay RM350 a month (exclusive of aircon bill) for which I’ll never make an effort to turn it into a place decent enough for living. I want a house which I can do anycheese I want. Bricks I can eat if I want to. But homeless people (oh, have i taken its definition out of the zipcode?) shall not surrender to homelessness.

Because, I will, eventually, have a place I call Home Cheese Home. One day. Soon. And Ikea shall be my favorite shopping mall.

I don’t care about the price I have to pay (Yea. Pun.) to be unhomelessified. It’s a sense of belonging I’ll be longing for.

Dear Cheeserland,

Today i’m having such a bad flu i have to go on a marathon to chase after my nose as it runs wildly like a mad stallion.

I’d like to call in sick and take a day off blogging.

To make up for it, lemmi humor you with a cheesy pun.

I think my nose and feet have their genes mixed up. My feet smells and my nose runs.

Thankers.

Love,

Venue: Gourmet Burger Kitchen, London
Character: Porkie, Claudine, Chris, Cheesie
Prop: Oversized burger, oversized burger, oversized burger and oversized burger

I’m writing this article about what not to order on the first dinner date. And i think i should put GBK burger in the list.

I don’t understand why oversized burgers exist in the first place. It makes whoever is eating it look like a chowhound. *insert cannibal guffaws*

Maybe that’s because i stay in Malaysia. The Londoners like Porkie Claudine Chris have no problem wolfing down the humongous monstrosity.

Why oh why. It sure looks delicious i know i know. The melting cheese is oozing out i know i know. You’re hungry i know i know.

But how am i going to stuff something that is five times the diameter of my ingestion orifice in?

It’s impossible to eat a GBK without any of the following embarrassment: leaking, spilling, dripping, splattering, dropping or have ketchup and mustard stretched all across your cheeks.

So totally not sexy. I wonder how Paris Hilton did it. Seriously.

But some of my friends are apparently quite professional at burger eating.

This is Porkie the burger expert’s burger

Neatly cut into quarters.

This is Claudine’s burger.

She squeezed it so perfectly, bit into it so gracefully without any grease squirting onto her face.

This is Chris the Shawarma master.

He’s fantasizing himself transforming into a killim, sawing strips of meat off a gigantic beef skewer with the aid of cutlery. It worked fine, albeit eccentric.

Last but not cheese.

Eating an oversized burger. Cheesie style. Yes i’d like another new napkin please, thank you very much.

Cheesie: cheddie is gone. 🙁
Ching: gone back to seremban?
Cheesie: ya
Ching: aww…. *sayang
Ching: why can’t you bring her with you?
Cheesie: my mom misses her
Ching: your mom who said will be very troublesome to take care of a dog?
Ching: LOLOLOLOL
Cheesie: yea look whos talking
Cheesie: “when u bringing cheddie back ah?”
Ching: lolololollll same like my mom. when brought the two dogs home, she complain non stop, now she’s saying luckily when nobody at home, got the two dogs teman her following her up and down the stairs when she takes clothes in
Cheesie: i know right. dont u just looooooooooove dogs
Ching: heeeheee… i’m going to get a dachshund soon 😛
Cheesie: WHAT!
Cheesie: why u like macho dogs
Ching: dachshund is not macho..? they’re like.. sausages
Cheesie: ok. at least it’s hot. but not fluffy sissy dog!
Ching: don’t matter.. they’re very smart albeit naughty
Cheesie: i like sissy gods
Cheesie: dogs
Cheesie: *censored*
Cheesie: HAHA
Ching: blasphemy ah!!
Cheesie: HAHA Xerxes
Ching: xerxes? like in 300?
Ching: i think you got over your santoro fetish already hor
Cheesie: yea rodrigo santoro
Ching : dogrigo santoro
Ching: hahahhahhaha
Cheesie: can i blog this

When i wrote about Jojo a year ago, someone posted this comment.

Haha.

True that, most of the guys love big macho dogs like a Saint Bernard and scorn as us girls keeping sissy dogs like Shih Tzu and Maltese. But what i don’t get is why their dream car is always a Fairlady and not a monstrous four-wheel like a Range Rover or a Hummer. Doesn’t that make them disgustingly gay? (Prolly the only thing on their mind is riding a fair lady that’s why.)

So much for wanting to be macho. Ish.

But i just love sissy gods dogs!

This is my sissy dog! 😀

Don’t you just adore sissy dogs now. 😀

P/S: More Maltese photos in Chocoboard.

This is what I blogged about four months ago.

I wanted a Sony Ericsson W660i.

And a Sony Ericsson W660i I have now!

All thanks to Chee Seen. You all remember her? She’s my delirious Harajuku Doll. I entered her to the Hotlink Harajuku Doll contest in conjunction with Gwen Stefanie’s concert.

Guess what? She won! Albeit being the ultimately jinjang cheesetart, she won the contest. Who would have expected that?

No. 6 summore (but No. 1 among the Nuffnangers who participated in the contest).

This is Chee Seen’s beloved prize.

To commemorate the auspicious occasion, I even put a Harajuku iDoll as my wallpaper. So super matching right? 😀

I want to thank everyone who voted for Chee Seen. Thank you for all your 231 votes. You all have saved her from drowning herself in a hot pot of Gorgonzola fondue. And a big thank you to Nuffnang who came up with such a wonderful idea for Nuffnangers, and make my lala Harajuku Doll the most victorious one. 😀

I made it look as if i was there for two weeks when it was only 3 days.

This is our last day in Paris. We’ve been to most of the place we wanted to (except Notre Dame), and since we could not afford any possible kind of shopping, we decided that this is a walk see walk see take picture day for us. We had all the time in Paris until our Eurostar back to London at 8pm. Very laid back. =)

This is Hôtel de Ville.

Porkie has a penchant for senget shot.

There was some rugby thing going on and they made the statues all wear a rugby shirt.

Porkie and his senget shot again.

Les Invalides. Porkie couldn’t stop joking about the irony of its name and it being formerly a hospital for injured soldiers.

I think too much of senget shot is very annoying. You have to tilt your head sideways and end up looking like a pendulum.

This is my senget shot. At least i’ve got one thing straight.

And i’m running out of captions for my pointless photos.

I’m taking a picture of Porkie

taking a picture of me taking a picture of him.

We were just gallivanting about aimlessly and luck brought us to this wonderful Jadin du Luxembourg. It wasn’t even in our itinerary.

It was so beautiful! In fact i thought it was the most beautiful place in Paris i’ve been to.

So deamily autumnish.

Porkie’s senget shot.

Mine.

This is what the Parisians do in a garden.

The sit around facing the garden for hours! Some read books, some talk to each others, some took a nap, and most of them just gaze into the air admiring the beauty of nature.

The weather was so terrific you can just doze off and sleep on a bed of fallen leaves.

There’s this playground for children.

The kids playing happily while their moms chatting to one another.

The elderly like to just stretch out comfortably on a bench/chair watching every happy folk that passes by. I really wonder what’s on their mind at their stage of age. There’s no worry about work nor the new line that just appeared this morning on her forehead (cuz her eyesight is getting blurer too). Maybe her grandchild who can’t stop chewing on soaps? Or the dinner for her loyal Labrador?

It’s such a beautiful sight to behold.

When Cheddie sees me again after, how about, 5 minutes of my absence?

She practically gets hysterically excited and jumps all over me for about another 5 minutes. Really. Every time she loses sight of me, she will totally panic and look all lost. When she sees me again (no matter after how long), it’s like she’s found the most precious thing back into her life.

She will crawl manja-ly towards me and rest comfortably.

And then puts her chin on my palm. Like a baby nia. Grrrrr! Super adorable.

I once read it somewhere, that no matter how mischievous and how notti your doggie is, be good to them.

From a doggie:

“You have your family, your job, your friends, your lover, and tons of entertainment to think about and love, but i only have you.

I almost cried when i saw that. You are the only thing your pets have. They don’t play, eat, nor drink when you’re not around. They wait anxiously (and doze off of tiredness sometimes) for you to come back to them. And they don’t hold a grudge against you even you ter-ignore them for one whole day. They are just happy to see you again.

Dogs are such wonderful creatures. Try to spend more time with them if you can. Remember, you’re everything they’ll ever have in their lives.

Also, i want to thank Lynn for sending Cheddie super lovely and princessy toys all the way from Australia. You’re the sweetest! Cheddie loves them to bits and wants me to play fetch with her all the time. 😀

I have no idea what this person is at.

He/she/shim/it wrote this as the first post and the last. I think he/she/shim/it probably died of dyslexia or cheezophrenia because sometimes it’s cheesedland, sometimes it’s cheeserland. The title says Furte, but the author is Fulte.

So.

Like, yay, someone out there actually shares my undying obsession? Should i be happy or something? I think or something.

A museum is called Musée in French. And it’s a must-see in Paris. Because if you don’t see, there’s nothing else to see.

They even have their cafe called Cafe Museum. -_-

We finished touring Paris in one and a half days, unless we visit every single artsee fartsee musée in Paris. There are more than 70 museums in Paris alone.

So. Just to name a few.

Musée Rodin
Musée d’Orsay
Musée du Louvre
Musée Carnavalet
Musée de l’Homme
Musée du Luxembourg
Musée des Arts décoratifs
Musées de la Parfumerie Fragonard
Musée de la Mode de la Ville de Paris

And i’ve only been to one. It could take up a whole day just to walk horse see flowers.

Neh. Da Vinci place.

Took Metro there.

An American girl who wanted a picture with me.

Musée du Louvre is suuuuuuuuuper big. If you love art, you can spend one week inside.

The dome. Porkie showing off his wide lens again.

Just to show how huge the painting is!

My fav pic.

I like this painting.

This fella is painting a replica of the ori. Can liddat one meh?

I love this photo very very much. It’s as though the humans have walked out from the painting and come alive (like Sadako climbing out from the well then out the TV. Okay. Bad example. But you get what i mean!).

When i wrote about the Mona Lisa painting previously, i received a lot of comments saying that they couldn’t take pictures of it when they were their earlier.

This is what happened when i was there.

The officer just stood there watching the crowd (and chatting every now and then with another pretty lady officer).

And.

Everyone was taking pictures of it.

Everyone.

Some of the sculptures are very… exposed.

This particular one seriously disturbed me a lot.

Why are they all looking down scrutinizing their bird bird? Anything interesting? O.o

I went over and took a closer look.

No wonder la! The bird bird is twisted!

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I haven’t been this busy for a long time.

Haven’t had time to go back to see mom and my stupid dog. Moving house, settling down, rushing deadlines, trying to blog.

And i haven’t even studied for my JLPT 2 this Sunday. Die die die.

I’m working on it i’m working on it i’m working on it.

Gimme a few hours!

Everything was really yellow. I think this is the most blog-skin matching post. EVER.

I like. So cheesy!

Digi Street Blast @ Tasik Titiwangsa

Overlooking the Malaysian Eye. Quite romantic la. Though i’ve experienced better.

So carnival-ish!

Hie. Fool ya.

Where’s my hairstylist i wanna killim.

The yellow peachick.

Wonder who he has the vendetta against.

Ju-On with lotsa make up.

Cheesie Ju-On.

Funky Fashion Show

This is the fashion show i blogged about awhile ago. These are the 8 selected finalists and they were there to showcase their most funky and outrageous designs.

Pretty host.

The designers.

All of the models were holding a sponsored Nokia phone.

I didn’t stay till the end however, so i didn’t know who won the first prize. But i personally have several awards for the individuals.

Most Hard-Sell Model

Buy Nokia!

Most Colorful Design

The color is so versatile that it won’t look out of place no matter how you adjust its hue and saturation.

Most Japanese Looking Team

The models of this designer whose theme is “Japanese Street Fashion” are all so kawaii looking!

Even he himself looks Japanese!

Reminded me of L in Death Note!

Last but not cheese.

The best design of the night has to be

What else but Digi’s in-house yellowman.

I just wonder if he provides escort services.