I seem to develop a sudden craze for buffing my nails. Eversince I bought the Big Nail Shiner from Body Shop...I just couldn't stop. I'm buffing my nails in the car, in the office, at home, after shower.....o'oh...I'm like this buff-maniac!
My fingernails are so shiny now, I can use them as mirrors!
Not just that - I'm also buffing Isya's nails, Opi's nails and...Husband's toenails. Well....he wants them shiny...but not to the extend of attracting 'unnecessary' attention to his fingers.
How come I've never into this before?? Geez...maybe I'm not such a true bimbo after all...sigh...
Ooooo....my nails are so shiny, I wish I know how to post pictures on my blog so that you can see.
Go and buy that thing now...it only cost RM12.50 and you'll have ultra shiny nails. It comes with three surfaces - first, you buff then you smooth out the surfaces. Then you shine...
Trust me - it makes your nails look better than french manicure.
Thursday, April 28, 2005
Wednesday, April 20, 2005
The Story of a Brave Man
Nine years ago, today, a brave young man attempted the near impossible. He went and risked his freedom, his sanity and all he has worked for. Not just that he also jeopardized his ambitions and not to mention, his brains!
For he…married a woman, whom everyone thought was a bit crazy.
She was nothing like him. Where he owned two degrees, she had to struggle through kindergarten. She had this strange apprehension towards cashiers, because she found it difficult to count coins in front of strangers. He spoke of intellect; she listened…and fell asleep most of the times. He enjoyed movies; she still watched with him…and fell asleep most of the times. He dressed well with his Dockers, Polo t-shirts and all…while she dressed in faded Bermudas and torn t-shirts.
They met by chance…at one of the pillars in Sg Wang Plaza. He wore a properly pressed shirt and just got off from office. She had crew cut hair and came with jeans, as she was unemployed. And was smoking like a chimney!
From there on, they made a rather odd couple.
When he proposed, she thought it was a joke. Then she thought – hey, planning a wedding could be amusing! She never stopped to think about life after the wedding – the actual marriage itself.
From day one, they struggled to stay together. Somehow, they found a reason to strive. They had with them a rented low-cost flat, a battered Iswara and two low paying jobs. The economic backlash in 1997 hit them hard. It was the year that their son was borne and now, with three mouths to feed.
It went so bad that one day, she had to cautiously unfold the duit mas kahwin that she had kept safely in the drawer. She was so hungry and as much as she searched high and low for some money, she still couldn’t find any. From the duit mas kahwin, she had four RM10 dollar notes so she used that to buy a few packets of Maggi Mee and Nursoy Milk for the son.
The man had two jobs, just to make ends meet. They hardly see each other, yet they found ways to keep on talking. They would talk and laughed about everything.
Now nine years and two children later, they’re still together.
To the wise man who took a crazy woman to be your wife – HAPPY 9th ANNIVERSARY!
For he…married a woman, whom everyone thought was a bit crazy.
She was nothing like him. Where he owned two degrees, she had to struggle through kindergarten. She had this strange apprehension towards cashiers, because she found it difficult to count coins in front of strangers. He spoke of intellect; she listened…and fell asleep most of the times. He enjoyed movies; she still watched with him…and fell asleep most of the times. He dressed well with his Dockers, Polo t-shirts and all…while she dressed in faded Bermudas and torn t-shirts.
They met by chance…at one of the pillars in Sg Wang Plaza. He wore a properly pressed shirt and just got off from office. She had crew cut hair and came with jeans, as she was unemployed. And was smoking like a chimney!
From there on, they made a rather odd couple.
When he proposed, she thought it was a joke. Then she thought – hey, planning a wedding could be amusing! She never stopped to think about life after the wedding – the actual marriage itself.
From day one, they struggled to stay together. Somehow, they found a reason to strive. They had with them a rented low-cost flat, a battered Iswara and two low paying jobs. The economic backlash in 1997 hit them hard. It was the year that their son was borne and now, with three mouths to feed.
It went so bad that one day, she had to cautiously unfold the duit mas kahwin that she had kept safely in the drawer. She was so hungry and as much as she searched high and low for some money, she still couldn’t find any. From the duit mas kahwin, she had four RM10 dollar notes so she used that to buy a few packets of Maggi Mee and Nursoy Milk for the son.
The man had two jobs, just to make ends meet. They hardly see each other, yet they found ways to keep on talking. They would talk and laughed about everything.
Now nine years and two children later, they’re still together.
To the wise man who took a crazy woman to be your wife – HAPPY 9th ANNIVERSARY!
Wednesday, April 13, 2005
Seeing Red...
Just an update from my previous post.
Is this fashion? Am I too old? Or is this simply...a tad too much?
This was what she wore...(if this particular person reads blogs and happens to stumble here - yes, I'm writing about you.)
A tight, red singlet over a tight, black skirt. Ok - so what, you'd think.
The side slit of the black skirt is so high...it goes well over the panty. About an inch over the panty.
The colour of the panty - red.
Is this fashion? Am I too old? Or is this simply...a tad too much?
This was what she wore...(if this particular person reads blogs and happens to stumble here - yes, I'm writing about you.)
A tight, red singlet over a tight, black skirt. Ok - so what, you'd think.
The side slit of the black skirt is so high...it goes well over the panty. About an inch over the panty.
The colour of the panty - red.
Tuesday, April 12, 2005
Are you Tempted?
Many men I know will not admit to this fact. They hide behind the overly used phrase “I’m not like most men”. The fact is simple – they fall for sexy looking thing.
The girl who flicks her hair. The bosomy one with the low cut tight t’shirt. The gentle swaying of the butt…especially if with one of those low-slung Levi’s.
Maybe I’m not being too descriptive for you to follow here. Let’s try again.
Imagine this, a pretty girl sits in front of you…with a loose silk shirt and a few undo buttons revealing glimpse of her lacy red bra when she swings her hair left and right. She keeps on tugging her already short tight skirt…the simple action that automatically makes another person look at her well-toned thighs. She (purposely?) folds her arms to accentuate her cleavage…then leans forward closely to you…to hear what you’re saying. In doing so, she exposes more of her bra and cleavange. To top it all, she puts on her ‘bedroom’ voice and looks at you with a certain…gaze.
Tell me…please and be honest and any men (straight men, that is) will be taken in by her charm and the sexuality.
And tell me...if you're a woman and you happen to be her supervisor...what do you do?
I've no idea what to do or even say.
I've seen numerous disapproving glances from other ladies and even received even verbal complaints about her 'behaviour' and dressing (or lack of it). But how exactly do you approach this subject? Especially when we're working in a company that practically has no dress-code...anything goes.
So...how do you say that Miss A can wear sleaveless becasue she's not as 'melentik' as Miss B. Duh? I've no exact English translation for 'melentik', that is. Erm..not as 'sexually and intentionally provocative'??
There was this one time, during a meeting when she stretched her body...looking tired...and her singlet top lifted up and showed off her pierced belly button. The dangling navel ring was in the shape of a ... shell (sigh!). All the men in the room gawked...and there goes the discussion about the tape library upgrade in Pikenba, Australia.
Its just common sense. But I guess common sense ain't so common after all...
The girl who flicks her hair. The bosomy one with the low cut tight t’shirt. The gentle swaying of the butt…especially if with one of those low-slung Levi’s.
Maybe I’m not being too descriptive for you to follow here. Let’s try again.
Imagine this, a pretty girl sits in front of you…with a loose silk shirt and a few undo buttons revealing glimpse of her lacy red bra when she swings her hair left and right. She keeps on tugging her already short tight skirt…the simple action that automatically makes another person look at her well-toned thighs. She (purposely?) folds her arms to accentuate her cleavage…then leans forward closely to you…to hear what you’re saying. In doing so, she exposes more of her bra and cleavange. To top it all, she puts on her ‘bedroom’ voice and looks at you with a certain…gaze.
Tell me…please and be honest and any men (straight men, that is) will be taken in by her charm and the sexuality.
And tell me...if you're a woman and you happen to be her supervisor...what do you do?
I've no idea what to do or even say.
I've seen numerous disapproving glances from other ladies and even received even verbal complaints about her 'behaviour' and dressing (or lack of it). But how exactly do you approach this subject? Especially when we're working in a company that practically has no dress-code...anything goes.
So...how do you say that Miss A can wear sleaveless becasue she's not as 'melentik' as Miss B. Duh? I've no exact English translation for 'melentik', that is. Erm..not as 'sexually and intentionally provocative'??
There was this one time, during a meeting when she stretched her body...looking tired...and her singlet top lifted up and showed off her pierced belly button. The dangling navel ring was in the shape of a ... shell (sigh!). All the men in the room gawked...and there goes the discussion about the tape library upgrade in Pikenba, Australia.
Its just common sense. But I guess common sense ain't so common after all...
Friday, April 01, 2005
My (Non) Progress Part I
As I'm writing this, I'm gobbling down a packet of white rice - Penuh...not separuh, with fried chicken, some tempe goreng and sambal telur. Gulping down Vanilla Coke at the same time.
How's that for my so-called will power?
I've a will power the size of a point zero(10x) one mm.
But as always...my diet starts tomorrow.
How's that for my so-called will power?
I've a will power the size of a point zero(10x) one mm.
But as always...my diet starts tomorrow.
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