Friday, October 28, 2005

Prom dresses and my regrets.

After flipping through my magazines (Teen Vogue) today, I realise how much I regret NOT putting in more effort for my prom.

Most people would have put in a lot of time and effort into this, judging from what I could remember of that evening. Someone turned up looking overdressed (in my opinion) like a bride, while many others looked fab in their nice dresses and coiffed 'do.

If you thought Natalia looks bridal in this getup, the Bride at my prom would trump her any day. And yes, I lurve Natalia and I have already decided should I ever have a daughter, I would name her Natalia.

Or Victoria. Because it's a regal sounding name.

Back to the story. I went in something I got a few days before which didn't fit very well, and didn't bother with anything else. My shoes killed me that fateful night, inflicting blisters on my feet/toes after just one evening of wear. I hobbled for 3 days after prom.

So basically, it wasn't all that spectacular for me. If I could go back in time, I would re-do EVERYTHING.

The first thing I would do, is to chop the skirt to this length.

Or just pick something like this. Little black dresses can do no wrong.

Well, I won't have awkward poses like this since I believe I'm no acrobat, and as such may lead to a very bad back injury.

Or this. Nothing constricting so I can breathe and eat without showing any bulges at the end of the evening.

White dresses look nice too. Definitely something different in the sea of black.

However, if you get ketchup or any sort of sauces on it, it will totally ruin your day so you might want to stay away from messy eaters and accident-prone people.

If I could go back in time, I would get nice comfy shoes and a good dress.

Oh... the regrets.

Thursday, October 27, 2005

Sleeker Batmobile.

Psycho Phil, you may like this one.

Well, I went to the International Car Show last Saturday. I sat in cars that I didn't own, and took pictures of them because I doubt I'll ever own them.

Should Batman ever wants to trade in that tank of a car for a sleeker option, Maybach may be the answer.

The side view.

The front view.

Convinced me to no end that this is indeed fit for Batmobile.

More pix of the Batmobile.

Monday, October 24, 2005

Batman begins.

I know the movie "Batman Begins" was screened at your local cinemas sometime in June. But since I had exams, thesis and deadlines at that time, I didn't watch a lot of summer blockbusters. With the exception of Star Wars 3.

Anyway I got in on dvd and I have to say, BATMAN BEGINS IS TOTALLY AWESOME!

Well, a couple of my favourite actors were inside but I'm not saying that I like the movie because they are in it.

The Batman franchise before this one came along was abysmal. Remember George Clooney and Robin/Batgirl?

Or Val Kilmer/Nicole Kidman's "Batman Forever"?

They all stunk to high heaven. The movies before this came along sort of lost sight of where the franchise was going and they didn't have a clue what good storytelling was.

But I think I can safely say that Batman Begins (2005) has saved the franchise. Should they come up with another Batman movie with the original cast, like Spidey, I would watch it.

It is astonishing to see Christian Bale in Batman because the change in appearance is shocking. If you remember correctly, I watched The Machinist about 2 months ago and Bale was, not in good shape. He was so thin and I could see his ribs. However, in Batman, he was swoonsome.

I think it's the extra weight and the well-cut suit.

And Liam Neeson!!!

I can't help but compare him to his Qui Gonn days.

In both movies, he had a disciple and he taught them mad jedi/ninja skills.

My other hero, Gary Oldman, has a relatively small role in this Batman movie. There were only a few scenes of him, which I think is a waste of his talent. If only the story involved Gordon more, but then again that would detract from the story and sink the movie.

Well, watch the movie if you haven't. Watch it again if you have. It's very very good.

p.s. How I wish I am a billionaire living in a castle, but without all the bat problem.

Mary janes and A&E situation.

Ever since I got this picture and wrote a post with THIS picture, I can't stop thinking about the mary janes.

I am hopeless at strappy heels because they are so flimsy and my feet seem to have a mind of its own, since they always slip out and my ankles just have this tendency to turn onto its sides. With flats I won't fall, but with heels, we're looking at an A&E situation.

So I reckon shoes that cover most of my feet should be perfect. Even with a little heels. What's so difficult about walking in heels compared to bloody physics with all the weird formula anyway?

Well, I won't push my luck with this pair though. Classified: A&E waiting to happen.

Electric blue never looked this cute.

Well, if I'm feeling a bit cautious and having one of those accident-prone days, I can always fall back on flats.

And in brown.

But if I have that many pairs of flats, things would get boring. *rolls eyes*

And then I'll go and get something like this.

And trip, fall face first, and speed-dial my mom to send me to the nearest clinic. After which I will swear off anything with heels till the next wave of boredom hits me.

I love sharing all my non-intellectual thoughts. Such as weighing pros and cons of heels and flats, like I've just done.

I wonder if people think this is all there is to who I actually am.

Friday, October 21, 2005

T-shirts, slingbacks and stem-cell research.

If I were to get 2 t-shirts, I would get these two. Just for laughs.

Darth and his Death Star.

"Dumbledore is dead" t-shirt.

And I know nice shoes when I see them.

Caramel colored slingback.

Never knew I like caramel that much.

Dark chocolate slingback.

If the leather slingback thing on these 2 pairs of shoes doesn't fall off the back of my heel, I would most definitely love to get my hands on them.

Why's South Korea at the forefront of stem-cell research? It has to do with metal chopsticks.

The Seoul of Clones
Solving a biotech mystery: Why South Korea leads the world in stem-cell research.
By David Plotz
Posted Wednesday, Oct. 19, 2005, at 10:15 AM PT


Guys, I would love to stay and write more about random pointless stuff but I gotta hit the books because the deadline is in 2 days. May have to start getting myself a religion. Hope it's not too late though.

Will be back ASAP.

Oktoberfest, yelling drunks and more quizzes.

I wanted to go sleep, but since the uni had a Oktoberfest party, the drunks yelling outside my apartment are keeping me up. I could use a beer right now.

Speaking of the Oktoberfest party, it's supposed to be this HUGE party. 25th anniversary this year at UNSW. I wanted to go, but because of my impending deadline and the fear of failing and not graduating, I decided to stay at home and do my work.

Officially, Oktoberfest started at 4pm. With bands, plenty of food and most importantly BEER. But I guess for some other people, Oktoberfest started earlier. Maybe they were already drinking at end of September. I don't know.

What I do know is that when I was making my way home at 3pm, I already saw a few drunks ambling about the school lawn, holding a funnel and pipe, slurring and laughing at the tree.

So there you go.

I want to go to Lowenbrau now and order that jug of mango beer right now. =(

Well since the drunks are still outside yelling and cheering because they got drenched in the rain, I'm up and reading thrashy stuff. Tom Cruise apparently gives a hoot about what the wedding dress looks like. I thought most guys don't care because it's still a dress to them.

Anyway back to my quizzes.

Over at, I got this.

This is semi-true, I guess. I don't want to look like the headmistress, but I most certainly do not want to be Britney nor Xtina Aguilera.

Take the test here.

Over at Harper's Bazaar, I got this.

It looks a little like pjs, but a pretty dress nonetheless. Satin-y fabric makes good cool pjs.

Take the test here.

Thursday, October 20, 2005

Quiz time.

I am stuck at my assignment. I get the idea but I don't know all the math that makes it all work. This prolonged mental block is making me delusional. I don't think I'm stupid or have an IQ below 90, but all this math is making me doubt myself. And the deadline is on 9am Monday, so all the stress is making me weep buckets everytime I look at the damn thing.

So I'm doing quizzes to destress.

Your Blogging Type is Pensive and Philosophical

You blog like no one else is reading...
You tend to use your blog to explore ideas - often in long winded prose.
Easy going and flexible, you tend to befriend other bloggers easily.
But if they disagree with once too much, you'll pull them from your blogroll!

Yes I do blog like no one else is reading, don't I? The keywords being "no one else is reading". Befriending bloggers? Well, if you count those I know before the whole blogging thing started, then yes. I'm not too good with strangers since I hate the whole awkward "Hi my name is ....." part.

Travel quiz.

Your Travel Profile:

You Are Extremely Well Traveled in New Zealand (83%)

You Are Very Well Traveled in Australia (63%)

You Are Well Traveled in Asia (42%)

You Are Mostly Untraveled in the Western United States (16%)

You Are Mostly Untraveled in Southern Europe (13%)

You Are Mostly Untraveled in Western Europe (7%)

You Are Untraveled in Africa (0%)

You Are Untraveled in Canada (0%)

You Are Untraveled in Eastern Europe (0%)

You Are Untraveled in Latin America (0%)

You Are Untraveled in Scandinavia (0%)

You Are Untraveled in the Middle East (0%)

You Are Untraveled in the Midwestern United States (0%)

You Are Untraveled in the Northeastern United States (0%)

You Are Untraveled in the Southern United States (0%)

You Are Untraveled in the United Kingdom (0%)

Apparently I'm not as well-travelled as I hope to be.

This is a shocker...

You Belong in 1969


If you scored...

1950 - 1959: You're fun loving, romantic, and more than a little innocent. See you at the drive in!

1960 - 1969: You are a free spirit with a huge heart. Love, peace, and happiness rule - oh, and drugs too.

1970 - 1979: Bold and brash, you take life by the horns. Whether you're partying or protesting, you give it your all!

1980 - 1989: Wild, over the top, and just a little bit cheesy. You're colorful at night - and successful during the day.

1990 - 1999: With you anything goes! You're grunge one day, ghetto fabulous the next. It's all good!

YAY!! I'm a free spirit. And very hippy too. Minus the drugs.

Tuesday, October 18, 2005

Frothy hot chocolate, cute earrings, ziplock bags, greatest question EVER and tactical moves.

Went out with Jo today and bought plenty of stuff for my DIY addiction.

The first thing I did when I got home, besides closing the door and LOGICAL STUFF like that, I made a mug of hot chocolate and started my "craft session". By the way, Nestle Double Blend Hot Chocolate is really frothy. Cafe-standard frothy!

I like froth. *Mind wanders off to lala-land.... With frothy ponies/unicorns prancing around*

Anyway, I *think* I'm usually very skillful when it comes to handling tiny stuff, and by that I mean I can sort grains of rice with little effort. But today, I feel like I'm someone lacking the use of her thumb topped off with unsteady hands. The cutting, stringing and crimping took a LONG time, and by long I mean I could have prepared a 6 course meal AND clean up the kitchen by the time I finished doing the 3 Steps to Beading.

That's if I know how to cook a 6 course meal in the first place, but that is not the point here. After struggling with tiny wires, beads and a stupid pair of pliers that made my hands hurt like crazy, I made these!

Cute cherry earrings!
I feel such a great sense of achievement.

I was multitasking (read: talking on my mobile phone and cleaning up) when I cleaned my desk when this happened.

Never EVER pick up a ziplock bag at the OPPOSITE END when you are not sure if the bag is sealed.

Fricking hell. The bloody beads were everywhere. Desk, floor, chair etc.

And the greatest conversation/question was asked when all the mayhem took place.

"Hey we are going to *insert countries*. I'm going to get you a birthday gift. Tell me what you want for your birthday."

HALLELUJAH!! HALLELUJAH!!! *the song starts playing LOUDLY in my head* HALLELUJAH!!!!

There are a million and one things that I want. And MOST people know that. And they are wise enough to AVOID this question at all cost because they know I'll start handing out my birthday wishlist booklet the size of your telephone directory.

But family is priceless. They honestly know my character and I think they are asking the question as a joke/bait. They'll bait me and hope that in all my naive reasoning, I will fall for it and say "I want THIS".

And in return, they'll just laugh and say it's a joke. I know them.

OR, I will state my wants and they will start this WHOLE lecture on why I should act my age and stop wasting money, and I should think about my future and all the starving kids in Nigeria who could probably get food and an education with the amount of money I wasted in all my 23 years of existence.

I KNOW them.


So in the end, I politely declined and said I had everything I needed (*cough* SO NOT TRUE! *cough*). Which is a clever reverse psychology trick, since they will think I'm being sensible and will just go get me something anyway.

Tactical move.

And yes, a tactical move coming from a person who doesn't check ziplock bags careful can STILL be very useful.

Anyway, even if they don't get me anything, I still won't mind. =)

Just for laughs.

Maybe only I would find it funny.


I thought to myself: This is definitely a sign for things to come.

And my thoughts wandered off to what WTF can stand for.

For example:
1) What The Fuck
2) What The Fish
3) What The Frick
4) Where's The Food
5) Why The Face
6) ... and so on.

I'm so easily amused sometimes.

The recently 'It' Bag: Chloe Silverado, real and not-so-real.

Not that I need anymore bags but... the Chloe (authentic AND fake) Silverado bag is everywhere.

Went out with Jo today and saw a lady carrying it.

Here's the $65 version.

Here's the 'authentic' one I found on eBay. I'm too lazy to Google for the REAL one.

Here's another one.

Honestly, I can't tell the difference between the 3 of them.


Well, maybe except for the nylon vs leather part.

Monday, October 17, 2005

Sometimes I want to scream out loud at parasites.

Sometimes, I feel like screaming out loud into his face.

My friend, being that 'good friend' that he is, has called me 5 times today. Every 10 minutes. Not because he wants to catch up with me or to return me the books he has borrowed for over a year.

Because the assignment is due next Monday and he's stuck, and wants me to go through his

Now, I don't mean to be a bitch but I really really do not like or want him as a friend anymore. I don't need someone to make use of me, or stretch my goodwill and patience when I'm already stressed enough with work. Sure, on my blog I sound all chirpy and crazy about shopping, DIY and stuff. But hey, I'm running away from my demons here.

Anyway we were all good mates once, but ever since he got the girlfriend (from hell), he stopped calling us. Just because his girlfriend thinks Victor and I will steal him away from her.

What a loser and clingy girl.

Yeah, so this guy has not called me since he got attached. It's as if he has disappeared from earth. But every time the assignment is handed out, or rather, when the assignment deadline is looming, he calls me incessantly for help. He sms-es me at 5am in the morning, with messages like "Have you done this part? Is your answer correct?"

I'm not a programming genius and I am just thankful I pass each subject. I am cracking my head open every time an assignment is handed out. And I usually finish my work about 1-4 hours before the deadline. So what makes him think that I'm so clever/free that I can read his 800-lines of code (PER FILE) to find out "why the screen looks funny"?

Sure, I'm definitely more free than he is, considering the fact that I don't have to work 2 jobs to sustain me and my bf's lifestyle (I never have to do that anyway. We go dutch all the way). And I don't have to commute 4 hours to school and back.

You know why? Because that's his choice.

You want a girlfriend? Fine. You want to move from uni to the outskirts of Sydney so as to stay with her? Fine. You want to work 2 jobs for 6 days a week so you can support her spending and stuff? Fine.

But don't you f**king come whine to me about why you don't have time to go to SCHOOL, or why you cannot finish your homework, or why you fail every semester. Because it's all about the choices YOU MAKE.

I can understand if a person's family isn't well-to-do, and he needs to work part-time to sustain his expenses. Working and studying at the same time is very tough, and I salute all those who can manage.

But I cannot understand why a person works to support his gf. At the expense of his studies. They are not married, they have no children and she's not poor. You supporting her = more $ for her to spend on shopping. So why do you have to support her? You are NOT RESPONSIBLE for her. At least, not yet.

Take some responsibility for your own future and family. You are wasting your mom's money by not studying. Grow the fuck up.

Yeah, when he wants your help, you are suddenly back into his life and he's all chummy. But when it's all over, you are out.

Call me selfish, but I'll only glance through his work once I am done with mine.

Friday, October 14, 2005

DIY accessories, pearls and colorful stuff.

After the success of my bracelet, I've discovered my newfound love for accessories.

And pearls. I love pearls.

There's something about them. Pearls + black gem-studded crosses. Very glam rock but not exactly.

Since I can do DIY stuff now, I'm always on the lookout for DIY projects. Like this.

I'm sure any of my girly girl friends would like this. Except the minimalist bunch who's only into simple designs in silver. No fancy schmancy colors.

I do love simple designs too. I don't think I can make this though.

This is very cool! Mismatched stuff. Doesn't look too difficult to make, does it?

I'm always doing the "2 Minute Onceover". Take a look, size it up, and rank it out of 10 according to DIY difficulty.

You can always rely on eBay to have cute stuff up for grabs. Bargains that you are missing out every second. That's actually a scary approach, since you'll start bidding like there's no tomorrow, and despite all the low prices, you'll chalk up a few hundred dollars if you're not careful.

Cherry necklace!

Strawberry necklace!

I'm sure this is not authentic, since the "Buy-It-Now" price is $20. But who cares.

I'm still thinking if I should start making stuff as Christmas presents for friends. =/

Video iPod.

Just a few weeks after iPod Nano came out, the sneaky people at Apple introduced Video Ipod to the world.

Thank god I didn't succumb and get it. It was sold out in Sydney anyway.

Yes. People do go all out to get fantastic gizmo and make it possible for iPod Nano to run out in 1 week.

You can even watch "Desperate Housewives" on it.

Not that I would. Don't like it, never going to.

And that's Steve holding the Video iPod.

When my aunt first visited the Apple store with me, she was very taken with the luminous Apple sign. Just like the one behind Steve. She asked me, "Do they sell the glowing Apple?"

Well if they do, I would get it too. So pretty. I would get it just because it's pretty. It won't be the first time anyway. =/

Oh the horror, and my Birkenstock.

I guess some things are more pressing than others, so I think that explains all the "serious grownup" posts.

Back to normal transmission of useless bits of news.

In case you haven't heard, Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes are expecting. After all the hopping on Oprah's sofa and that proposal on top of the Eiffel tower, Katie "I'm saving myself for marriage" Holmes is with child.

If not for the fact that Tom Cruise is freaking me out (e.g. changing Katie's name to Kate Cruise), I would be nonchalant about her pregnancy.

Nonchalant because I don't care. Not because I have beef with her.


Anyhoo, to steer us away from all that puking, I'm glad to announce that my birks have arrived! Yeah, it took quite long because they had to order it, only to find out that they don't accept my debit card and I have to pay by credit card.

I called them, gave them the details, and I got my shoes the VERY NEXT DAY.


Here they are, in all their glory.

Upon opening the box and removing all the paper, brochures and shoes, I found this.

I thought it was some shoe polish to keep the birks clean/supple/waterproof.

I turned it over and ....

It's a tiny tin of mint. Birkenstock mint.

I'm pretty sure it's going to taste minty, but Birkenstock mint is a bit much. And since I first assumed it's a tin of shoe cream, it's going to be SHOE CREAM to me for the rest of my days. I'm sure I'll be thinking, "I'm popping a mint which I thought was a tin of SHOE CREAM into my mouth. How refreshing."

I'm not sure if I can bring myself to eat it, despite knowing it's mint.

Yeah... first impression counts.

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