Monthly Archives: September 2008
In case you didn’t know, I’m actually of genuine Russian-Thai-Chinese parentage. Unlike a particularly famous blogger that claims her looks are due to exotic genes [but it’s all the handiwork of some really skilled surgeon], I can claim this exotic parentage but still end up looking rather Chinese-y.
NOT FAIR! *stomps foot in anger
As I felt rather depressed, I headed over to Morph Thing to expunge my Chineseness and add on the European genes.
I’ve always had a theory that Spanish / Latin American people + Chinese would make a winning combination. I was not wrong.
A Sex Symbol’s face paired with a rather stick-insecty looking face in my opinion, at least :
When a hottie and a nottie engage in mind-bending morphing :
So I’ve decided to mate morph myself with some celebs not only to test my Spanish / Latin American + Asian = hottie theory, but to er, see if my offspring will inherit my bulbous nose or possible my lovely eyes or non existent cheekbones.
Not too bad at all! As you can see, SalMei has a slightly smaller nose and fuller lips and… semi squinty eyes.
I decided to morph my face with a random African American woman. Excuse the dented head, for I must’ve placed the marker point wrongly. Nose less obtuse, lips fuller with a hint of squintness.
A nice hint of Chinese eyes to balance out the stunning facial symmetry. Oh GOD my offspring with Monica Belluci is so perfect if I was a man I’d certainly would’ve squirted love juice in my pants by now.
Kinda reminds me of Ellen Pompeo aka Dr. Meredith Gray of Gray’s Anatomy. Nose still obscenely large, though.
Yes, it is only now that I’ve noticed how obscenely huge my nose is! Maybe it’s the angle, it’s the close-up, WHATEVER. There MUST be something wrong with the morphing thingajig, right? So I’ve decided to morph myself with another Asian…
No hope. Arg.
So much for ridding myself of Chinese genes.
I’ve been looping this song since Saturday and I don’t care if I’m driving the neighbours crazy.
And for some reason, I REALLY REALLY like Paris Hilton’s ‘Nothing in this World’ :
I have this strange fascination for platinum blondes now. Yes, I’m obviously a blonde and I REALLY want to dye my hair blonde, but unfortunately with my skin tone, I’ll look like I’m inflicted with jaundice. Argh.
Sorry it’s an embedded link, uploaders didn’t wanna let me embed. hmph.
Here’s to blondes + blondeness! *
*To all blondes I know, of course 😉
Adidas showcased its Fall / Winter 2008 collection yesterday and I shamelessly invited myself to the event.
Well, not really. I got through thanks to Joyce and posing in my best Yoga pose holding the Adidas logo.
Yes, that’s me in the office. Please don’t laugh. Thanks to Hazel for taking a piccie of me! I was actually gritting my teeth telling her to hurry it up before I fell flat on my nose, like this :
I didn’t know I had back and shoulder muscles 😛 Too bad my ab muscles aren’t that obvious, it’s all hidden under a layer of fat.
The event was supposed to start at 7.00pm and buka puasa [breaking of fast for Muslims] at 7.30pm. THEN, we all had to exercise 😦
I don’t mind the dancing [I, afterall, danced like a crab with rictus on a hot bed of coal] and I certainly don’t mind the yoga [although it’s done in an air-conditioned room, not good for the muscles!] but I DO MIND exercising after supposedly eating dinner! To avoid puking food all over celeb-babes and getting kicked out of the event, I munched healthily on fruits and veggies. 😦
But on to the pictures! [Since it’s been a long time since this blog is filled with them]. Pictures courtesy of Cathy, one of the winners of the contest sponsored by Adidas 🙂
I look like a wet rat next to her :s
Overall I felt the event was a success, but I didn’t like how they touted it as a “women’s only event” and suddenly stood 2 male hosts there [sure sure eye candy and what not, but hell, my sports bra doesn’t have any padding so all you can see sometimes are nipples!].
I went in specifically for the Yoga class conducted by Ninie Ahmad, a celebrity yoga instructor [I like the way she writes about how Yoga is a spiritual journey]. But oh woe, suddenly a horde of random aunties came in as well! And they said the event was strictly invite only! What really irked me was that we all had to be in Adidas gear [since it’s after all, an ADIDAS event], but these aunties weren’t! Sheesh.
So much for equality and fairness and what not 😦
Thanks to Cathy for the piccies! xoxo
p/s : I still have yet to tell you about Bikram Yoga, the life-changing Yoga I’ve started 7 months ago.
Sorry. Maybe I’m not cut out to be a writer afterall.
I’m on my way to become a Bikram’s instructor. Who’s willing to loan me RM20, 000?
Yeah. Didn’t think so.
I can’t come up with punny puns, I can’t write, I can’t do jackshit when I’ve got 4-5 press ads smirkin at me with a big-headed boss who’s trying not to wring my neck in 3 different places – which is quite easy since my neck’s quite fat, he said – as I can’t deliver the damn ads on time.
Fuck this. If anything, I’ll be good at yoga and am proud to say that I can complete 90 minutes in a room heated to 32 degrees Celcius.