Mind Playground

M* I think my boss looks like Gael Garcia Bernal

Christine : OOOOH piccies please!

M* : Yea, except that he’s the sleepy looking Chinese version with a bigger head.

-Pause-

M* : That means he doesn’t look like Gael afterall.

I know, I know! It’s finally here! Whop dee doo!

After months of speculation, “When-will-it-open” moments and general “I can’t wait!” sentiments, it’s finally here! Euphoria by Ministry of Sound is open to the public!

Since I’m working with the Agency that did the website, we were all invited to the club’s soft launch on 25th June [1 day before my actual birthday - hence lots of alcoholism going around! Didn't help that it was free flow as well].

I’ll just let the pictures do the talking, shall I?

Jamie, Eve, Pix, M* [the debut of nice eyebrows too! More to come ]

Jamie, Zaheer, Jo, Pix, David, M*s hand, Dawn’s hand.

Definitely no bonus this year Za, David [all-powerful GM], Hatim

One of the funky Pink Groovers! Yes, he’s wearing a g-string. But I saw a hint of a boxershort [thank you, Visible Undie Line!]

All ye smokers have a special room to be in should y’all wish to smoke. Hah!

She really needs to go. Tee hee

One of The Grinders. They’ve got metal bits on their front jacket, with a metal-polishing-thingajig tool that emits sparks when grinded against metal bits.

A Candy Girl

More mindless Photoshop work done.

M*

Since I’ve been watching tonnes of movies lately [and not reviewing them, naughty me], I’ve decided to continue the tradition from my old blog, but with a twist : giving you a review in less than 10 words.

I really don’t want to bore you with boring details [since everyone wants to read on the go-go-go, but I’ve outlined some finer/fine-ish points bulleted below

Get Smart

Hot spy vs bumbling spy with genuine LOLs.

• Lots of jibes regarding the [soon to be gone, I hope!] Bush administration

“Nuuu-klee-ar”

“No, it’s NUCLEAR”

“Right, whatever”

• I reiterate, I abso-fucking-lutely hate HATE hate Hoi Polloi [ie non Couple / isolated] seats in the cinema. Why? Cause every little shake / tap is enough to send gargantum tremors up your chair that’ll rock the Richter scale

The Other Boleyn Girl

Hot sisters battle for throne.

• Very nice directing, even better wardrobe
• Ah, to have 2 hot young Hollywood femme fatales battle it out with the equally hot Eric Bana should be made … illegal

Lucky Number Slevin

Mistaken identity lands hottie in twisted plot.

• Brilliant acting by Hartnett and Willis. Maybe it’s time I took Mr.Hartnett seriously. Like, a serious actor, of course

• Watch out for the twist at the end!

The Chronicles of Narnia : Prince Caspian

Prince and kids save kingdom, inhabitants happy

Well, what else could I say?

• Ben Barnes tries to put on a Spanish accent, since the Telmarines in the movie had Spanish conquistador influences around them. Hmm, still doesn’t have me entirely convinced

• Excellent cinematography, and well done with the costumes. Narnia IS indeed a more savage place

Forbidden Kingdom

Chinese mythology characters save kid

• UGH. Since when did Monkey King speak English?! God, no no no! ARGH! *tears hair out

• Watch only if you’re a semi Kung Fu movie fan. Otherwise, catch the movie below!

Kung Fu Panda

Obese panda learns Kung Fu – saves village

• Feel good animation of the year! Although, I can’t fathom why a duck has a panda for a son

• Has just enough humour to amuse the kiddies and the adults

• Po has the cutest bulge ever, just like Kel’s!

Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull

Indy saves planet. Aliens are grateful.

• Indiana Jones, as I recall, is an ADVENTURE movie not a fantasy / sci-fi movie! Spielberg should just take his stinking sci-fi ass and haul it out from the movie! Aliens?! WTF!

• Corny one-liners *cringe

“I have to return the skull”

“Why?”

“Because it told me to”

This was the part I cringed so hard you had to Botox my face to keep it from ever cringing again. ARGH!

Phew, only 7 movies I have watched this year.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a box set of all 6 seasons of Sex and the City to finish before I buy the DVD

After seeing the amount of Photoshop done on this model, I already feel better about my body.

Picture courtesy of Photoshop Disasters

It appears that the Pussycat Dolls are the new Spice Girls /
feminists of the 21^st Century, what with their guy bashing [read : I
Don’t Need a Man] and female liberation [read : When I Grow Up]

When I Grow Up is the first single from the Dolls’ new album, Doll Domination [a-ha! Reminiscent of Spiceworld much?], since the departure of Carmit. Meaning that the Dolls are now a 5-piece band group.

Now kindly click on the video link below to listen / see the song, if you haven’t already.

Here are the lyrics incase you through you heard “Boobies” I did!

[Intro, x2]
Boys call you sexy (What’s up, sexy)
And you don’t care what they say
See, everytime you turn around
They scream your name

[Verse 1]
Now I’ve got a confession
When I was young I wanted attention
And I promised myself that I’d do anything
Anything at all for them to notice me

[Bridge]
But I ain’t complaining
We all wanna be famous
So go ahead and say what you wanna say
You know what it’s like to be nameless
Want them to know what your name is
‘Cause see when I was younger I would say

[Chorus]
When I grow up
I wanna be famous
I wanna be a star
I wanna be in movies

When I grow up
I wanna see the world
Drive nice cars
I wanna have groupies

When I grow up
Be on TV
People know me
Be on magazines

When I grow up
Fresh and clean
Number one chick when I step out on the scene

[Hook x2]
Be careful what you wish for ’cause you just might get it
You just might get it
You just might get it

[Verse 2]
They used to tell me I was silly
Until I popped up on the TV
I always wanted to be a superstar
And knew that singing songs would get me this far

[Bridge]
But I ain’t complaining
We all wanna be famous
So go ahead and say what you wanna say
You know what it’s like to be nameless
Want them to know what your name is
‘Cause see, when I was younger I would say

[Chorus]
When I grow up
I wanna be famous
I wanna be a star
I wanna be in movies

When I grow up
I wanna see the world
Drive nice cars
I wanna have groupies

When I grow up
Be on TV
People know me
Be on magazines

When I grow up
Fresh and clean
Number one chick when I step out on the scene

[Hook x2]
Be careful what you wish for ’cause you just might get it
You just might get it
You just might get it

[Verse]
I see them staring at me
Oh I’m a trendsetter
Yes this is true ’cause what I do, no one can do it better
You can talk about me
‘Cause I’m a hot topic
I see you watching me, watching me, and I know you want it

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The lyrics have been disturbing me the whole time during Bikram’s Yoga class It’s rather difficult having to do a toe stand whilst the song is in your head ”When I grow up, lalalalalaaaa”

Since when did you not have to work hard to get something you want?

“Be careful what you wish for ’cause you just might get it
You just might get it
You just might get it”

So let’s say I wish for a raise. According to the lyrics, I have to be careful as I *MAY* get a raise. What a load of crap. I’d have to bust my ass and stick my head into my own ass before I’d get a RM1 million raise.

Apparently, according to PCD, all girls want to be superstars when they grow up. Well, whatever happened to “When I grow up, I wanna be :

- A Scientist

- Translator

- Doctor

- Nurse

- Firefighter

Etc etc etc?

What if a Doll who joined made up her mind that she wants to be a doctor repairing cleft palates worldwide?! Would she then not be “cool”?

They are propagating the minds of our youth with thoughts of being famous! Would being famous really be our children’s top priority? Since when, did we become a highly self-centric society?

With the advent of social networking sites such as Facebook, MySpace and the like, being “seen” and “tagged” in photos is the new “cool” thing.

Lugging around a digital camera and being seen [and photographed or ‘shopped in] is the thing to do.

Whatever happened to nice, good ol’ fashioned values?

Are we becoming international exhibitionists at the rate of our morality sinking into further depths?

If there’s one thing I dislike about evangelical people, it’s evangelical people in the mall on a Monday as you’re about to catch a movie.

As I was running to the cinema to purchase movie tickets for myself and Kel, 2 women waved at me for abit :

Random #1 : Hello! Are you local?

M* : Uh, no… Don’t you smell something fishy already?!

R1 : Oh okay, where are you from? *takes pamphlet Christiany looking pamphlet out. AHA!

M* : New Zealand Which is semi-true, of course

R1 : oh okay! So this weekend it’s Father’s day [M* : NO SHIT SHERLOCK] , and we at Church have got some fun activities lined up…

M* : I’m not free this weekend.

R#2 : Great, it’s her turn to speak Oh on Friday, we’ve got a cell group, and you can learn etc etc…

M* : I’m Christian [Lie #1. Well, I generally say that so they'll stop trying to save me. I'm Agnostic-Buddhist, if there ever is such a thing. And yes, I believe that one's merits will get them into Heaven, and not by reciting holy scriptures all day long and repenting on your death bed. Cause that's not fair. Meaning I can be a kiddie rapist and an adulterous wench, yet be forgiven a mere 4.5 seconds away from death? What about the souls I've utterly disregarded during my lifetime?]

R#1 : Oooh, so it’s okay, you can come to our cell group… how long will you be here in Malaysia?

M* : Another half a month. I’m here on a 3-month internship [Lie #2. I never did an internship. Unless you count drinking margaritas and dancing to salsa an internship]

R#2 : Interesting! So what are you doing here?

M* : Uhhh. graphic  web advertising… [Arachknots, kindly insert guffaw here]

R#2 :Oooh so where do you stay?

M* : uhh.. Damansara [Lie #3. I work there. Well, okay, semi-live]

R#2 : ooh which part! I live in Ken Damansara!

M* : I uh, live in Ken Damansara 2 [I went to a friend's place once. I like it there. I want Kel to buy a unit there. HINT HINT]

R#1 : oooh we should keep it touch! Do you have a card, or a number?

M* : Uhh… 012- 310 0671 [Lie #4 : This used to be my old number]. Well it was nice meeting you. I’ve got a movie to catch…

R#2 : Sorry, what’s your name again?

M* : Angela. Angela Wah.

They were nice. I couldn’t very well tell them that I don’t eat beef, pray to a deity that they don’t believe in and that somehow, someday, we all go to Heaven, could I?

Speaking of slugs, I found a slug the size of a thumb [a huge, flat and brown one at that]. In my water bottle. After I took a huge swig from it.

URGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Ran upstairs and emptied half my mum’s mouthwash into my mouth and gargled till the second installation of Transformers.

UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

My colleague attempted to scared me this afternoon :

Lay : Maybe they’re feeding in your stomach.

M* : IMPOSSIBLE. My stomach juices would’ve minced them all up, so it’s lying about in my stomach. Hah!

Lay : You forgot - they’re asexual. Which means, they can breed easily.

M* : AIEEEEEEEEEEE!

M*

Since my life is about as interesting as porridge with dried onions, here are some anecdotes to help make me look like I’m a very interesting person.

#1

As I was lying down on the sofa making myself about as useful as a rug, my mum came up behind me and shouted “EE! SLUT!”. To which I turned around and wanted to yell “WHO YA CALLING A SLUT HUH?”, not before I spotted a slug making its way across my hall. SLUG, not slut.

#2

“Mei’s feeling like nesting, isn’t she?” was a comment my boyfriend’s colleague casually dished out. Well, just because I would like to know if Natalia or Damian are nice baby names, and that I would eagerly sell my liver to buy a house in Desa Parkcity doesn’t mean that I am ‘nesting’!

Fine, I admit - I secretly enjoy traipsing in Ikea looking at furniture, fingering bedsheets at Parkson and buying groceries.

#3

“I thought you were engaged!” my boss remarked to me over drinks one day. In fact, it was echoed by another colleague! Just because my boyfriend is 29 and we both exchanged rings [as a sign of our komeetman]… doesn’t necessarily mean we’re engaged, does it?

p/s : My engagement ring’s diamond has got to be bigger, no?

#4

“AIEEEEEEEEEE okay okay 2 pairs of jeans! AIEEEEEEEE STOP STOP STOP!” - Kel waS screeching that as I employed my very own ambush tactics upon him last night. For my birthday, I so desire 1 pair [or maybe 2] of jeans and a hairdryer.

#5

“What the fuck was that? Indiana Jones meets ET?!” - Kel’s boss exclaimed after Indiana Jones & the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull ended.

Note  : Do not watch. Invest your money in something else, like a nice lunch and a bag to barf it all into after the movie has ended.

#6

I waltzed into Kel’s office on Friday to meet up before watching a wretched waste of money go to waste Indiana Jones. Since Kel was rolling his eyes as I showed off my pretty new giraffe bracelet [courtesy of Tiffany from her online shop], I decided to wriggle it to his colleague that actually understands art!

M* : Look! Giraffe! So pretty! Look look, it’s even got eyes and a cute black nose!

Nico : Oooh you’re so quirky, I like!

#7

Chimichanga chimichanga. That word has been in my head since Thursday. Googled it up and it turns out to be a lovely Mexican recipe which I will utilise in the near future.

M*

Please excuse me while my eyebrows heal, but rest assured when they do, I’ll be posting up pictures and describing in full detail what on earth is “Eyebrow Embroidery”.

Yes yes, I’m a vainpot, so get over it already!

Aside from the sad fact that I’m working [lazily] from home on a public Holiday [on Buddha's birthday, mind you], there has been nothing of interest in my life. Apart from the fact that I’ve watched Iron Man twice, felt like punching a client when I met him and apparently had a client flirt me up [that's according to Vic, but I'll just feign innocence], I’ve come to like lurking at home and certain shopping malls by myself.

Excuse me while I resume work and trying to flirt clients up.

M*

Lousy pun, I know

Heartiest congratulations to 2007 University of Auckland graduates!

- Miss Gilainne Sytingo

- Mr Matthew Wong

- Mr Chris Ong

Welcome to the working world now

On a separate note, I’ve just got my eyebrows embroided. I may look like Justice Bao / a chinese opera singer now, but here’s hoping that I look *better* in a few days

M*