Randomness
July 9, 2009
Many random things today, all jumbled inside my head.
Apparently now Barn Buddy limits the amount of weeds and bugs you can place per stage per plant, which is ONCE. I started losing interest in playing when I found that out yesterday. ~le sigh~
Personally I thought weed-ing and bug-ing people was the fun part of the game. I find the sight of another’s farm covered with bugs and weeds hilarious, to be completely honest. 
Since Rob has spent a few bucks on this game I’m going to play until my BB credits run out and then I will stop. Like I said, it isn’t as fun anymore.
It’s their way of stopping people from going crazy bug-ing and weed-ing in order to acquire experience points and move up a level. Ummmm hello? What’s wrong with that? Isn’t that the whole point of the game? To move forward a level? It’s not like it’s cheating. I mean people really put in some effort to weed and bug people. I know Rob and I certainly do! We giggle like crazy every time we do it to each other.
I had a dream a couple nights ago about my wedding! I woke up half way and thought “I have to go back to sleep! I need to dream more about it!” but unfortunately I didn’t get to continue my dream.  :(  I almost forgot I had that dream until I suddenly remembered it later that day. I can’t remember the details now though, but I bet there was a lot of pink involved. Hehehe
Went to the Hilton for its 21st Anniversary BBQ buffet lunch by the poolside over the weekend and it wasn’t that good at all. People do get very rude when they are hungry. Because there were so many people, there wasn’t enough food for everyone so many of us had to wait in the buffet line for quite a while. There was a rude lady behind me who kept sighing really hard and mumbling complaints. I don’t care that she complained so much, I just didn’t appreciate having her breath on the back of my neck. Lady, do you know what personal space is???
The worst part was she left the line and came back about 10 minutes later and cut into the line again. She told the people behind me (who weren’t there when she left) that she was behind me before and cut in! I was tempted to say something but decided not to because knowing my luck she could be the person interviewing me for a job.
Speaking of rude people cutting into lines, when I was shopping at Watson’s the other day this girl decided to cut right in front of me at the cashier, apparently thinking that her conditioner was more important than everyone else’s purchase. The guy at the cashier looked at me and then her, and this girl just pushed her conditioner on the counter insinuating that he should check her out. Cashier guy looked at me as if wanting me to agree to it so I got very annoyed. I said “Everyone here is queueing up, isn’t that how it’s suppose to be?”. People looked over and girl became very self-conscious and said “Oh sorry sorry”. I said “No problem” and smiled, thinking in my head what a bitch she is. :P Now, is it just me or is a cashier suppose to say something when people cut in a queue? 
Went to Guardian a few nights ago and again I was faced with a rude bitch. I paid up and this cashier girl gave me a change of RM1.35 or something. My point is there was a RM1 note given to me and it was torn. I was surprised so in reaction I just said “Eh ini koyak lah” (This is torn) to the cashier and placed the RM1 note on the counter. Her facial expression turned more bitter and black than burnt toast (She already looked unfriendly in the first place). She then placed my bag of things on the counter rather hard and I judge this by the clank I heard. There was glass bottled deodrant in the bag by the way.
She didn’t say anything to me and continued checking out the next person. I thought fine I’ll let her finish and waited. This next person paid with a credit card so while waiting for the transaction to clear, this cashier just stood there and waited, instead of giving me another RM1 note. When she was finally done with that customer, she in all her glory pushed a few buttons on the cash register, rather “enthusiastically” I might say, as to show dissatisfaction.
Her colleague walked over enquiring what she was doing and at that moment she took another RM1 note from the cash register, gave it to her colleague and said “Nah bagi ngan nya” (There, give it to her). I was f*cking standing right in front of her. What? She thinks she’s too good to even hand me a RM1 note? If she thinks she’s too good for the job then quit! Go be a brain surgeon then or go save the thinning ozone layer or cure cancer then no one will bug her about a torn RM1 note. ^$%!%!#!#@# BITCH was so testing my patience. At one point I was tempted to throw the RM 1 in her face and tell her to f*ck off but didn’t. I know manners very well, thank you. I took my money, looked at her colleague who I think was a supervisor because the difference in uniform and said “She is VERY rude”.  With a name like “Siti Shirley” (or as Rob said “Shitty Shirley 
) someone should really teach her some manners and common courtesy. BITCH.
I don’t know what is with me and meeting the series of rude people in the past week. Hoping for a better week ahead!
Hooked on Barn Buddy
July 7, 2009
I finally jumped in the band wagon of Barn Buddy, an application on FB. I have to say that I am totally hooked on it.
I am so hooked on it that I stay up later at night just so I can either steal other people’s crops or harvest mine so that other people can’t steal it. Yes I am sneaky like that. LOL
I also got Rob hooked on it. I keep bug-ing and weed-ing him and he does the same to me.
The other day we were talking about how to get more Barn Buddy credits to buy fertilizers and I found that you can actually purchase 4,000 credits for USD1 by PayPal or credit card.
Rob decided to buy us both 4,000 credits each. Lol
It was probably his weirdest USD1 spent on anything. I laughed my ass off at what he did but at the same time I realized just how addicted he is on Barn Buddy now, not to mention how proud he gets when he manages to steal plants from other people just before they harvest. 
Within seconds after paying, I got my gift!
 
 
I starterd out the day with 2,400 credits and then I had 6,400 credits.
Yesterday he surprised me with another 4,000 credits as I was complaining about how I have already spent half my credits and that I couldn’t justify buying the different fertilizers I wanted to make my plants grow faster. Thanks baby, for feeding my addiction! 
Size is just a number
June 25, 2009
I’m sure most Nuffnanggers received an email about MTV Asia’s blogger contest. I thought I’d throw in my two cents worth. I took the liberty of answering the question of “What are your views on plus-sized models?” since I can totally relate to it. Here’s what I wrote.
What do I think about plus-sized models? I think it’s fabulous that we bigger, gifted women/girls are being represented in such a skinny-stick-like industry called modelling. Unfortunately, the concept of plus-sized models is still not entirely accepted in many parts of Asia.
If taken literally plus size seems to have a positive connotation to it. “Plus†in other words is literally positive. Asia has yet to grasp the concept of “plus-sizedâ€. Being full-figured/plus-sized/horizontally-challenged, I don’t at all feel the positivity of being a plus-sized person.
I read somewhere a while back ago that the average woman in the United States is a size 12. Here in Asia, those bigger than a size 8 are deemed “fatâ€, what more to say me – a size 16. It’s difficult to find fashionable clothes in my size, especially in this little city of Kuching I call home. Even if my sizes are available, most of them are either totally out of fashion, big and baggy and almost never compliments the body and/or are highly priced.
Would I wear a bikini and strut my stuff down the runway? Hell no…at least not at this precise moment. Don’t get me wrong I have my confidence but I don’t have that kind of confidence (yet) to be flaunting my mushroom-top-spare-tyre-overflowing-fat tummy to the world. So again, I ask myself, what do I think of plus-sized models? I think the idea of plus-sized models is fantastic. Yes modelling is about appearances but who is to judge what body size is beautiful. Beauty, as cliché as it sounds, is in the eyes of the beholder. Beauty is subjective. The fact that plus-sized models have the guts to strut down the runway with such great finesse and confidence alone makes them great role-models, especially for young women out there.
And like many other entries have pointed out, Cycle 10 winner of America’s Next Top Model is a plus-sized model. At least over there, plus-sized models are being accepted. Unfortunately I can’t say the same for Asia.
When will Asia embrace physical diversity?
You can also read the post here. If you like it, you’re welcome to rate it. If you don’t like it, well I suppose you have your right to give it the thumbs down. Whatever it is, thanks in advance for the feedback.
Random
June 21, 2009
I was going to do a post with pictures but Streamyx is f-ed up and I can’t upload pictures on Photobucket. Been having problems with loading websites and whatnot a lot lately. I have no idea what those idiots are doing. One day I can connect to the internet, by evening the modem doesn’t detect anything. At times I can’t even go on Facebook. PPPFFFTTTTTTT
Anyway, if you guys noticed I’ve added a couple of new things on the sidebars.
First is the chatbox/tagboard/whatever you call it. I’m using Shoutmix for the time being, until I find something better. Features that I prefer requires a premium PAID chatbox but I don’t see the need to pay for that service at this moment. It’s not like my blog is uber popular. So if you’re too lazy to leave a comment (which is moderated) you’re welcome to leave me a message on the Chatbox. Thanks!
Secondly I’ve jumped on the bandwagon of Twittering. You can “follow” me on the left sidebar or go here. Initially I had some problems updating via my mobile phone but it worked eventually. I suppose it takes Twitter a while to finally register my number in their system. So far Rob is the only one following me and I really don’t expect anymore but it’s just fun to play around with this new thingy (wow I am so eloquent tonight). Anybody is welcome to follow me although my life isn’t as exciting as most.
In a totally different subject, I watched a really vulgar crude movie the other day. It’s called My Best Friend’s Girl. It’s really BAD but in a good way. The crude dirty dialogue was absolutely hilarious, if you’re into that kinda humour. To be honest I wasn’t at all that into that kinda humour before, but after watching Tropic Thunder (highly recommended bu Rob’s brother)Â with Rob and his dad, I learned to appreciate sexually vulgar humour.
Let me give quote some examples:
Scene: A mother was lamenting how old she felt because her daughter was getting married.
Guy: I bet back in the day you were one hot slice of fuckberry pie.
Mother: You bet your sweet ass I was.
Scene: Guy picks up girl at house for a date. Girl’s room mate opens the door.
Girl: She’s my room mate.
Guy: I bet she gives great head.
Scene: Guy commenting about friend’s hair.
Guy: Look at me. You look like Chewbacca and Sasquatch had a baby, and that baby took a shit, and that shit was blinded in a knife fight moments before styling your hair.
Yes, Guy is an absolute asshole. That was the whole point of the movie. LOL I’m sorry if you find them offensive but lighten up, it’s suppose to be funny! And if you don’t find it funny, I think you should watch the movie. It’s HILARIOUS.
Nothing will ever make me forget Tom Cruise’s role in Tropic Thunder when he said: “Now I want you to take a step back… and literally fuck your own face!”
Okay, I better call it a night before I quote more vulgar dialogues. Night y’all!
The password
June 14, 2009
The previous post is protected because I don’t want the related persons to read it.Â
I will give the password to those who ask. Friends and family who can contact me via MSN, ask and you shall receive. 
Those who can’t, you can email me at shinyi[at]shin-yi[dot]com and I will give you the password. Enjoy reading!
P/S I ask that you don’t share the password. Simply ask me if you wish to read. I can be quite generous. I’m test driving this password giving thing and if it doesn’t work well for me I shall be weary of giving out passwords in the future. Thanks for your cooperation!
Facebook woes
June 9, 2009
The other day this (must be) ah beng guy added me on Facebook (FB) and his profile picture was a really freaking ugly cartoon thing. So I messaged him and go “I’m sorry, do I know you?”. That’s what I always say to strangers who add me on FB or Friendster. Out of common courtesy I always check with them in case I forget I know them.
Anyway this bozo replied me in his all-glorious-English and said “ohh..how i know u know me or not leh…if dint know also can get know n friend.is any one just born out got friend n know anything ??”
Somehow that ticked me off and so I replied “no thanks. this is a personal account for people i know..if you are looking to make friends I suggest you be more polite. good luck in your quest.” And no reply until today.
I mean with a name like Le Ken Kent (sorry if he is your friend but he really needs to polish his socialising skills) pretending to be like what…French (?) (sorry again if I am too ignorant to identify that as a real Chinese name) does he introduces himself as “Bonjour ma cherie, my name iz Le Ken Kentttttt”?  PUH LEEEEEEAASEEEEEEE. Â
I’m sure everyone has encountered people like this. Yes I know I can choose to just ignore them but you know there are those moments in life where you just want to fight back. I don’t get it though, I always make sure to keep my profile as private as possible, all my pictures can only viewed by my friends and yet somehow I get these strangers adding me on FB. It bugs the crap outta me at times especially when they are rude.
It’s not like I go around adding random people because “I want to make new friends” on FB. I have nothing against people on FB wanting to make friends but I just don’t trust the sincerity of strangers online. They can say and be whatever they want. You can never be too safe right?
True, Rob and I met online but nobody knows that I didn’t use my real name with him until…a year or two later was it honey? Initially we were just kinda “hi, bye” people on mIRC then started messaging in private, became friends and about 2 years after that began our so-called flirting. And the rest, as people say, is history.
Embracing my inner glutton
June 4, 2009
Today I embraced the glutton in me. I had a headache this afternoon and suddenly something triggered my brain, sending signals that I really NEEDED something sweet. So I went downstairs and raided my secret stash of candy (which Rob had generously contributed to this past Valentine’s Day). First I ate a 220 calories piece of Russell Stover chocolate. Yes, I have been saving it up for this long. (I still have more by the way 
)Â Then again, I’m not so much a chocolate junkie. I just get bursts of cravings once in a while, and then I go ape shit on the sugary evil chocolates.
So anyway, 220 calories for A PIECE OF CHOCOLATE. It wasn’t a big piece, it was more like the size of a 50 cent coin. Heck, I could have eaten A BAR of Whatchamacallit that was 210 calories(!) which would be about 4 times bigger than that piece of chocolate. What the heck was I thinking?!
Oh it didn’t just end there. Me? Just ONE piece of chocolate? Yeah right, you’ve got to be kidding me. When I start, I end it good. 
I had to have more. But only after I used my tongue to scrape off the remnants of chewy chocolatey caramel heavens that were stuck on my teeth.Â
Then, I ate a Butterfinger bar. Since there were a couple that were crushed along the way in the mail, I opened one up and because it was all broken into tiny pieces, I poured the whole damn thing in my mouth. Yes, all of it in one go. I started to munch…the crunchy peanutbuttery goodness, almost melting in my mouth, MMMmmm MMMMMmmm MMMMmmmmmm 
In case you’re wondering…yes, I had another candy bar. Baby Ruth. It was GOOD. The chocolate covered peanuts, the caramel, the chewy nougat….holy crap it was like there was a party going on in my mouth. My tastebuds were thanking me! I chewed and chewed and chewed. It was so good I didn’t want to stop chewing. I then realized that I had better stop myself at candy bar #3. Again, I swirled my tongue around for excess candy bar on the teeth (and please don’t pretend that you don’t do that and make it sound like I’m a disgusting pig…oh wait I am a pig 
errr…never mind.)
I gulped down a glass of water and put the rest of my candy away. I shall save them for my next craving.
If by now you’re not craving for some form of candy, I salute you. If you are craving for candy, it really isn’t my fault that you’re weak. I know I’m weak. 
Thought I would share the highlight of my day…
Okay, time to skidaddle and do some work!
Blabber
June 1, 2009
Have I mentioned lately how much I enjoy blogging on WordPress? I keep getting the urge to write something even though I have nothing in particular to talk about.
Since Rob has hooked me up with Yahoo smileys on here my posts can be more animated and colorful. 
Currently listening to mushy love songs. The one playing right now is “I wanna grow old with you” by Westlife. It’s making me miss Rob more than ever. It’s as if the song was written for him and I. 
Yes I do listen to boybands and am not ashamed to admit it. 
I practically grew up with boybands.
I’m still pondering on what to write in the About page. Do I go overboard and mention every detail of my life? Or do I go minimalist and let the readers figure out who I really am? Any suggestions people? 
Yes I am really proud with what I have. I’m geeking it out good. 
I’m also looking for a chatbox widget but haven’t found any that I like yet. I prefer to have one that auto refreshes and let me reserve names because the last thing I need is some low-life loser posing as me and starts flaming me in my own blog. Had enough of that, thanks. Anybody know a good one? Please share.
I’ve gotten a few requests to access my protected post but I have to say I am not ready to let the world see it yet. In due time I will unlock it and everyone will have a chance to read it. In the mean time allow me the privacy to write something private and have the satisfaction of publishing it. To those who try to guess the password in hopes to pry on what I wrote, let me just say there’s no point. It’s a really complicated password. But hey, I can’t stop you but I will know. Don’t feel left out though because only Rob and I know the password. 
I think that’s enough blabbering for one day. Signing off now. 
Apologies…
February 8, 2009
For the absence.
I’ve been busy, with Chinese New Year, the thesis and all. All being the general mundane daily crap that I do, breathing… eating… sleeping… talking…etc, which when I think about it bears no significance to even pen down…
ANYWAY…
I’m done with it (thesis) for now as I await the supervisor’s comments for the I-dunno-how-many-times-th. But the waiting comes AFTER I email him later lah. I was writing the “Acknowledgement” section the other day and found myself in awe that I’m this close to finish line (I hope). It’s quite a surreal feeling considering all the “trouble” I’ve been through thus far.
I keep praying that this draft is THE draft that gets approved for submission. After submission, all I can do is pray I pass, which is likely. Not because I think I’m super smart but if it gets passed by my supervisor, it should be passed by the external reader (I hope). Okay I’m making myself hyperventilate with the what-ifs scenarios in my head. *Be optimistic*be optimistic*cross fingers*cross toes*cross eyes*
I can safely say that I’ve done it the best I can under the circumstances. Of course it can be better, with time. Just like everything else can be better with time.
Hyperventilation aside…
Needless to say I’m way WAY behind on my posts, I still have a gazillion pictures from my trip to post up. Will sort those out when I want to.
For the time being, I just want to relax and enjoy being a slug…until my next meeting with the supervisor.
Since tomorrow is Chap Goh Meh, I still have time to wish everyone a prosperous and ox-picious year ahead.
Have a good week guys.
Leo’s new trick
January 17, 2009
This is the family dog, Leo. If you remember, I did a post on him when he was just a little puppy.
So sometime in the last week, as I was eating lunch, Leo was begging for food (very typical of him I might add). In fact he was begging on the steps by the door in the new room. He sat on the top step because everytime he gets food, he has to sit. So then I told him to lay down. Now bear in mind the step is probably just a little under 12 and 36 inches in width and length.
Anyway he laid down, and he got his treat. Then the dog, in his effort to want to make me feel bad or something (at least that’s how I felt) laid his head on the floor in the house. I thought it looked cute so I gave him a treat and said “Good boy!”.
I commanded him in Hokkien to lay his head down and he did it a few times. I was estatic! The next day he wouldn’t do it even with me dangling some really good treats in front of him. The traitor!
After some thought a few days later I figured I should change the command and so it became “pity face”. Apparently, he likes to “do the pity face” command more than the Hokkien command. LOL Now every time he wants a treat, he has to do the whole process of sitting, laying down and then “do the pity face”.
This is how it looked first time he did the pity face (Excuse the dark picture)
A few days ago, I tried to get him to do the pity face other than on the steps and he did it! Success! I taught the dog a new trick. He even did it for the parents, although initially he wouldn’t. Now he’ll do the pity face anywhere.
Minding his own business I guess
THE Pity face
The steps behind is where he laid down and did the first pity face
Now who said you can’t teach an old dog new tricks?