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Remember Sims 1 where your Sims are only living in one town? How about Hot Date? Pets Unleashed? The Sims 2? And all the expansion packs! Well, Sims addicts, they have released yet again another expansion pack: Sims 2 Apartment Life. Your Sims are now moving into a brand-new apartment, and their lives will change forever! When we talk about “apartment”, we know that you have neighbors beside you…get a long with the new Sims in town and make friends with fellow Sims. Spend time and share some fun! Or maybe fall in love with the Sim next door. He/she maybe living in a rubbish or luxurious apartment…your Sims will experience all of the excitement of apartment life!
What makes The Sims 2 Apartment Life awesome for me is the “WITCHCRAFT”. Every expansion pack has a new features. And one of this is the existence of witchcraft. Learn to cast spells, make potions, craft exclusive items and fly with the use of your broomstick. Witches comes in three kinds, the good, neutral, evil but if a witch becomes very wicked they become color green (hmmm...not bad for Harry Potter fans thought I'm not one myself!).
Banish Death: Click on a dead Sim or Death himself to bring a Sim back to life. Aura of Niceness: Makes the world a better place to live. De-Fuego: Instantly extinguish a fire. Bugs of Ambiance: Summon butterflies of fireflies, depending on the time of day. Make Agreeable: Cast this spell of a Sim to make them accept the next five socials. Waves of Happy: All Sims in the area get a boost to their happiness (great for parties). You Can Has Cheezburger: Spawn a tray of food, varies depending on the time of day.
Make Fit: Instant fitness for the target Sim. Make Fat: Opposite of 'Make Fit'. Mighty Cluck of the Beyond: Posses the target Sim to perform chicken moves. Leave’spolsion: Clear all the leaves from a lot. Puddle Evaporator: Clear rain, mess and pee puddles from your lot.
Resurrect Zombie: Bring any Sim who’s tombstone is on the lot, back to life as the walking dead. Bees!: Cast a spell on someone to have them chased by bees. Mist of Plague: Force a Sim to throw up. Fuego: Cast a fireball to start an object blazing.
There are many features Apartment Life offers:
Move into the perfect apartment: a spacious loft, a cozy place for a young couple, or a multi-bedroom flat-share with friends.
Mingle with Sims from all-new social groups: stylish socialites, artsy bohemians, sports jocks, gadget-collecting techies, or edgy gearheads.
Take advantage of apartment life: form social networks to make new friends, advance their careers, or look for love.
Build your Sim’s new reputation meter: with a good reputation, your Sim can find the right friends to help them achieve their goals!
Control multiple households: will you make your Sims live in happy harmony or comical conflict?
It's already 2 in the morning and I'm still awake. Been tossing and turning trying to put myself to sleep but it sure ain't working.
So many things on my mind.
So much drama.
If it's not one thing, it's another.
First I got sick. Fever, blocked nose, bad sore throat (which later turned into a cough, and made me have an asthma attack)...the works.
Then I had to asked for an extension for two of my assignments because I couldn't finish them on time while I was sick.
Then got the news on Tuesday that Grandmama had a stroke and was admitted to the hospital in Kuching. A day later, she had to have an operation on to drain the blood clot in her brain from a small capilary that burst.
Come Thursday, Molly and Milo decided to help themselves to the medicine bottle left on the coffee table by accident and finish all 15 tablets of Valiums. Had to rush them to the vet to make them throw up everything. By the time I realized Molly had chewed up the plastic bottle with all the pills, I guess it was a little late because she was already walking funny (Valium is an anti-anxiety/muscle relaxant) and when they made her throw up, they couldn't find any fragments of the Valium. Must've all dissolved. Luckily, 197 dollars later and Molly spending the whole day at the vet, both Molly and Milo are fine. Nearly gave me a fucking heart attack driving at 80km/h (in a 50km/h residential zone) to the vet.
Then this afternoon, I received a text message from dad saying Grandmama's condition was deteriorating and that we should be prepared. Half and hour later, she was gone.
Now I have to book my flight back to Kuching as soon as the travel agency opens tomorrow so I can fly either on Monday or Tuesday.
Also have to think of what to pack, what to buy and bring back for family, what to wear for the funeral, how Molly and Milo are going to cope without me around during the day etc.
This is by far the most interesting week I've ever had.
A rather sad one too.
Friday, August 29, 2008
I've been praying and praying with all my might that you would eventually wake up. But I guess it was time for you to go and be with the Lord.
I feel so shattered that I only spent an hour with you this year at the airport. But don't worry, I will see you for the last time soon. I will do what ever I can to go back and pay my last respects to you.
As your eldest granddaughter, I have always been looking forward to the day that you see your first great-grandchild. Though you might not be able to hold her or him, I know you will be looking down from heaven with a smile on your face.
Now that you are in a better place, I will always be thinking about you, every day, every minute, every second. You'll always be in my prayers.
I miss you.
We all miss you.
With love, Eleanor.
How China gets Gold.
The Laws of Ultimate Reality.
Law of Mechanical Repair After your hands become coated with grease, your nose will begin to itch and you’ll have to pee.
Law of Gravity Any tool, when dropped, will roll to the least accessible corner.
Law of Probability The probability of being watched is directly proportional to the stupidity of your act.
Law of Random Numbers If you dial a wrong number, you never get a busy signal and someone always answers.
Law of the Alibi If you tell the boss you were late for work because you had a flat tire, the very next morning you will have a flat tire.
Variation Law If you change lines (or traffic lanes), the one you were in will always move faster than the one you are in now (works every time).
Law of the Bath When the body is fully immersed in water, the telephone rings.
Law of Close Encounters The probability of meeting someone you know increases dramatically when you are with someone you don’t want to be seen with.
Law of the Result When you try to prove to someone that a machine won’t work, it will.
Law of Biomechanics The severity of the itch is inversely proportional to the reach.
Law of the Theatre At any event, the people whose seats are furthest from the aisle arrive last.
The Starbucks Law As soon as you sit down to a cup of hot coffee, your boss will ask you to do something which will last until the coffee is cold.
Murphy's Law of Lockers If there are only two people in a locker room, they will have adjacent lockers.
Law of Physical Surfaces The chances of an open-faced jam sandwich landing face down on a floor covering are directly correlated to the newness and cost of the carpet/rug.
Law of Logical Argument Anything is possible if you don’t know what you are talking about.
Brown’s Law of Physical Appearance If the shoe fits, it’s ugly.
Wilson’s Law of Commercial Marketing Strategy As soon as you find a product that you really like, they will stop making it.
Doctors’ Law If you don’t feel well, make an appointment to go to the doctor, by the time you get there you’ll feel better. Don’t make an appointment and you’ll stay sick.
I actually intended to buy this book "How to Walk in High heels" by Camilla Morton, not because I am a bookworm but because this book tackles a lot in a girl/woman's life. If you have always wondered the best way of getting out of a car in a mini skirt, how to get dressed in 5 minutes or how to walk on cobbled surfaces and climb steps in high heels, then this is the book for you. This “girl’s guide to everything” is not only genuinely useful, but is a hilarious read too. Full of tips related to shoes, bags, hats, sunglasses, underwear and women’s fashion it also covers far reaching topics such as how to be socially adept, tackling technophobia, and joining the jet set; all presented in a lighthearted and breezy style.
However, I was in a hurry to a doctor's appointment, I didn't notice that what I had in my hand was Morton's second book, "A Year in High Heels". Anyhow, it's still basically the same concept as her first book. It's a more girly, glamorous book full of ideas and tips to inspire you through the year. A feast of new experiences are suggested as well with celeb experts to guide you along the way, fun, inspiration and advice are all heading your way to guide you through the year. I must say it's a fantastic read.
These Camilla Morton books are a highly recommended read for any fashion-forward and well-heeled fashionista.
BEIJING – Samia Yusuf Omar headed back to Somalia Sunday, returning to the small two-room house in Mogadishu shared by seven family members. Her mother lives there, selling fruits and vegetables. Her father is buried there, the victim of a wayward artillery shell that hit their home and also killed Samia’s aunt and uncle.
This is the Olympic story we never heard.
It’s about a girl whose Beijing moment lasted a mere 32 seconds – the slowest 200-meter dash time out of the 46 women who competed in the event. Thirty-two seconds that almost nobody saw but that she carries home with her, swelled with joy and wonderment. Back to a decades-long civil war that has flattened much of her city. Back to an Olympic program with few Olympians and no facilities. Back to meals of flat bread, wheat porridge and tap water.
“I have my pride,” she said through a translator before leaving China. “This is the highest thing any athlete can hope for. It has been a very happy experience for me. I am proud to bring the Somali flag to fly with all of these countries, and to stand with the best athletes in the world.”
There are many life stories that collide in each Olympics – many intriguing tales of glory and tragedy. Beijing delivered the electricity of Usain Bolt and the determination of Michael Phelps. It left hearts heavy with the disappointment of Liu Xiang and the heartache of Hugh McCutcheon.
But it also gave us Samia Yusuf Omar – one small girl from one chaotic country – and a story that might have gone unnoticed if it hadn’t been for a roaring half-empty stadium.
It was Aug. 19, and the tiny girl had crossed over seven lanes to find her starting block in her 200-meter heat. She walked past Jamaica’s Veronica Campbell-Brown – the eventual gold medalist in the event. Samia had read about Campbell-Brown in track and field magazines and once watched her in wonderment on television. As a cameraman panned down the starting blocks, it settled on lane No. 2, on a 17-year old girl with the frame of a Kenyan distance runner. Samia’s biography in the Olympic media system contained almost no information, other than her 5-foot-4, 119-pound frame. There was no mention of her personal best times and nothing on previous track meets. Somalia, it was later explained, has a hard time organizing the records of its athletes.
She looked so odd and out of place among her competitors, with her white headband and a baggy, untucked T-shirt. The legs on her wiry frame were thin and spindly, and her arms poked out of her sleeves like the twigs of a sapling. She tugged at the bottom of her shirt and shot an occasional nervous glance at the other runners in her heat. Each had muscles bulging from beneath their skin-tight track suits. Many outweighed Samia by nearly 40 pounds.
After introductions, she knelt into her starting block.
The country of Somalia sent two athletes to the Beijing Games – Samia and distance runner Abdi Said Ibrahim, who competed in the men’s 5,000-meter event. Like Samia, Abdi finished last in his event, overmatched by competitors who were groomed for their Olympic moment. Somalia has only loose-knit programs supporting its Olympians, few coaches, and few facilities. With a civil war tearing the city apart since the Somali government’s collapse in 1991, Mogadishu Stadium has become one of the bloodiest pieces of real estate in the city – housing U.N. forces in the early 1990s and now a military compound for insurgents.
That has left the country’s track athletes to train in Coni Stadium, an artillery-pocked structure built in 1958 which has no track, endless divots, and has been overtaken by weeds and plants.
“Sports are not a priority for Somalia,” said Duran Farah, vice president of the Somali Olympic Committee. “There is no money for facilities or training. The war, the security, the difficulties with food and everything – there are just many other internal difficulties to deal with.”
That leaves athletes such as Samia and 18-year old Abdi without the normal comforts and structure enjoyed by almost every other athlete in the Olympic Games. They don’t receive consistent coaching, don’t compete in meets on a regular basis and struggle to find safety in something as simple as going out for a daily run.
When Samia cannot make it to the stadium, she runs in the streets, where she runs into roadblocks of burning tires and refuse set out by insurgents. She is often bullied and threatened by militia or locals who believe that Muslim women should not take part in sports. In hopes of lessening the abuse, she runs in the oppressive heat wearing long sleeves, sweat pants and a head scarf. Even then, she is told her place should be in the home – not participating in sports.
“For some men, nothing is good enough,” Farah said.
Even Abdi faces constant difficulties, passing through military checkpoints where he is shaken down for money. And when he has competed in sanctioned track events, gun-toting insurgents have threatened his life for what they viewed as compliance with the interim government.
“Once, the insurgents were very unhappy,” he said. “When we went back home, my friends and I were rounded up and we were told if we did it again, we would get killed. Some of my friends stopped being in sports. I had many phone calls threatening me, that if I didn’t stop running, I would get killed. Lately, I do not have these problems. I think probably they realized we just wanted to be athletes and were not involved with the government.”
But the interim government has not been able to offer support, instead spending its cash and energy arming Ethiopian allies for the fight against insurgents. Other than organizing a meet to compete for Olympic selection – in which the Somali Olympic federation chose whom it believed to be its two best performers – there has been little lavished on athletes. While other countries pour millions into the training and perfecting of their Olympic stars, Somalia offers little guidance and no doctors, not even a stipend for food.
“The food is not something that is measured and given to us every day,” Samia said. “We eat whatever we can get.”
On the best days, that means getting protein from a small portion of fish, camel or goat meat, and carbohydrates from bananas or citrus fruits growing in local trees. On the worst days – and there are long stretches of those – it means surviving on water and Angera, a flat bread made from a mixture of wheat and barley.
“There is no grocery store,” Abdi said. “We can’t go shopping for whatever we want.”
He laughs at this thought, with a smile that is missing a front tooth.
When the gun went off in Samia’s 200-meter heat, seven women blasted from their starting blocks, registering as little as 16 one-hundredths of a second of reaction time. Samia’s start was slow enough that the computer didn’t read it, leaving her reaction time blank on the heat’s statistical printout.
Within seconds, seven competitors were thundering around the curve in Beijing’s Bird’s Nest, struggling to separate themselves from one another. Samia was just entering the curve when her opponents were nearing the finish line. A local television feed had lost her entirely by the time Veronica Campbell-Brown crossed the finish line in a trotting 23.04 seconds.
As the athletes came to a halt and knelt, stretching and sucking deep breaths, a camera moved to ground level. In the background of the picture, a white dot wearing a headband could be seen coming down the stretch.
Until this month, Samia had been to two countries outside of her own – Djibouti and Ethiopia. Asked how she will describe Beijing, her eyes get big and she snickers from under a blue and white Olympic baseball cap.
“The stadiums, I never thought something like this existed in the world,” she said. “The buildings in the city, it was all very surprising. It will probably take days to finish all the stories we have to tell.”
Asked about Beijing’s otherworldly Water Cube, she lets out a sigh: “Ahhhhhhh.”
Before she can answer, Abdi cuts her off.
“I didn’t know what it was when I saw it,” he said. “Is it plastic? Is it magic?”
Few buildings are beyond two or three stories tall in Mogadishu, and those still standing are mostly in tatters. Only pictures will be able to describe some of Beijing’s structures, from the ancient architecture of the Forbidden City to the modernity of the Water Cube and the Bird’s Nest.
“The Olympic fire in the stadium, everywhere I am, it is always up there,” Samia said. “It’s like the moon. I look up wherever I go, it is there.”
These are the stories they will relish when they return to Somalia, which they believe has, for one brief moment, united the country’s warring tribes. Farah said he had received calls from countrymen all over the world, asking how their two athletes were doing and what they had experienced in China. On the morning of Samia’s race, it was just after 5 a.m., and locals from her neighborhood were scrambling to find a television with a broadcast.
“People stayed awake to see it,” Farah said. “The good thing, sports is the one thing which unites all of Somalia.”
That is one of the common threads they share with every athlete at the Games. Just being an Olympian and carrying the country’s flag brings an immense sense of pride to families and neighborhoods which typically know only despair.
A pride that Samia will share with her mother, three brothers and three sisters. A pride that Abdi will carry home to his father, two brothers and two sisters. Like Samia’s father two years ago, Abdi’s mother was killed in the civil war, by a mortar shell that hit the family’s home in 1993.
“We are very proud,” Samia said. “Because of us, the Somali flag is raised among all the other nations’ flags. You can’t imagine how proud we were when we were marching in the Opening Ceremonies with the flag.
“Despite the difficulties and everything we’ve had with our country, we feel great pride in our accomplishment.”
As Samia came down the stretch in her 200-meter heat, she realized that the Somalian Olympic federation had chosen to place her in the wrong event. The 200 wasn’t nearly the best event for a middle distance runner. But the federation believed the dash would serve as a “good experience” for her. Now she was coming down the stretch alone, pumping her arms and tilting her head to the side with a look of despair.
Suddenly, the half-empty stadium realized there was still a runner on the track, still pushing to get across the finish line almost eight seconds behind the seven women who had already completed the race. In the last 50 meters, much of the stadium rose to its feet, flooding the track below with cheers of encouragement. A few competitors who had left Samia behind turned and watched it unfold.
As Samia crossed the line in 32.16 seconds, the crowd roared in applause. Bahamian runner Sheniqua Ferguson, the next smallest woman on the track at 5-foot-7 and 130 pounds, looked at the girl crossing the finish and thought to herself, “Wow, she’s tiny.”
“She must love running,” Ferguson said later.
Several days later, Samia waved off her Olympic moment as being inspirational. While she was still filled with joy over her chance to compete, and though she knew she had done all she could, part of her seemed embarrassed that the crowd had risen to its feet to help push her across the finish line.
“I was happy the people were cheering and encouraging me,” she said. “But I would have liked to be cheered because I won, not because I needed encouragement. It is something I will work on. I will try my best not to be the last person next time. It was very nice for people to give me that encouragement, but I would prefer the winning cheer.
She shrugged and smiled.
“I knew it was an uphill task.”
And there it was. While the Olympics are often promoted for the fastest and strongest and most agile champions, there is something to be said for the ones who finish out of the limelight. The ones who finish last and leave with their pride.
At their best, the Olympics still signify competition and purity, a love for sport. What represents that better than two athletes who carry their country’s flag into the Games despite their country’s inability to carry them before that moment? What better way to find the best of the Olympic spirit than by looking at those who endure so much that would break it?
“We know that we are different from the other athletes,” Samia said. “But we don’t want to show it. We try our best to look like all the rest. We understand we are not anywhere near the level of the other competitors here. We understand that very, very well. But more than anything else, we would like to show the dignity of ourselves and our country.”
She smiles when she says this, sitting a stone’s throw from a Somalian flag that she and her countryman Abdi brought to these Games. They came and went from Beijing largely unnoticed, but may have been the most dignified example these Olympics could offer.
Heard of the movie Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of Crystal Skulls? I'm sure you have. Two months ago it was being played at every major cinemas worldwide. I have yet to watch it though =D but here's a little info for all of you: Do you know that crystal skulls aren't a myth at all? Oh yes, they're pretty real alright. The crystal skull above is the most popular crystal skull called the Mitchell-Hedges crystal skull a.k.a. 'the skull of doom'...yikes!
Crystal skulls are made of either clear or opaque Quartz, carrying from bead-sized to real life sizes. They were believed to be of Maya or Aztec origin, dating way back to the 14th to 16th century. They were also believed to have supernatural abilities; healing, mind control...and the 'skull of doom' was believed to have the power to kill.
Now here's the MYTH: Recent studies regarding these magnificent crystal skulls showed that they have a more humble origin than what was believed.
In 2005, an anthropologist at the Smithsonian examined several skulls and found that the cuts into the crystal unmistakably showed evidence of modern, not ancient, carving techniques. Not only were the cuts done with modern lapidary wheels, but the skulls themselves were polished with modern machinery. Nickell, an expert on crystal skulls, concludes that "none of the famous skulls appears to be pre-Columbian; in fact, all of them maybe be European forgeries."
Ah well...even though these cyrstal skulls don't have supernatural powers, I still want one....
And I still think they have at least one power, that is,
I absolutely love watching movies, I've compiled the movies that you 'must-watch-out-for' this/next year. So clear your scheds people coz I'll almost post the estimated premier for each movie. Enjoy!
1. Saw V
Yeap, the 'all-gore-from-start-to-end' movie is back, haha! I'll definitely watch out for this one. RELEASE DATE: October 24, 2008.
The much anticipated movie moved their premier 3 weeks EARLIER! Nice... RELEASE DATE: November 21, 2008.
3. Underworld: Rise of the Lycans
The immortal battle between vampire and werewolves continue... RELEASE DATE: January 23, 2009.
4. X-Men Origins: Wolverine
In this coming X-Men movie, Wolverine takes center stage. RELEASE DATE: May 1, 2009.
5. Angels & Demons
Tom Hanks is back as Robert Langdon. This should be an interesting movie, the plot of the book was more ambitious than The Da Vinci Code. Can't wait! RELEASE DATE: May 15, 2009.
6. Night at the Museum: Battle of the Smithsonian
Ben Stiller stars again in this comedy movie, wonder who the Smithsonians are... RELEASE DATE: May 22, 2009.
7. Terminator Salvation
In the highly anticipated new installment of The Terminator movie franchise, set in post-apocalyptic 2018, Christian Bale stars as John Connor, the man fated to lead the human resistance against Skynet and it's army of Terminators. RELEASE DATE: May 22, 2009.
8. The Fast and the Furious
Vin Diesel and the gorgeous Paul Walker teams up again for Part 4 of the movie. Nice... RELEASE DATE: June 5, 2009.
9. Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen
Yay for this! One of my favourite movies! Finally, a sequel! Rumour has it they will be introducing additional members to both the Autobots and Decepticons. Awesome! RELEASE DATE: June 26, 2009.
10. Ice Age: Dawn of the Dinosaurs
One of the cutest and funniest animation movie I've ever seen so far! Good thing they made a Part 3. RELEASE DATE: July 1, 2009.
11. Final Destination 4
The ever thrilling 'fighting death' movie strikes again! RELEASE DATE: August 14, 2009.
15. Ok, I'll stop already haha! I don't want you having information overload because of this post...I guess that's enough for now. Erm..or maybe I'll give you this much, I'll just tell you the upcoming movie sequels to watch out for!
Here they are: Saw VI Austin Powers 4 Jurassic Park IV Nightmare on Elm Street Robocop Sin City 2 Wanted 2 X-Men Origins: Magento Iron Man 2 The Chronicles of Narnia: Voyage of Dawn Treader James Bond 23 Spiderman 4 Pirates of the Carribean 4 Cars 2 Boy was that tiring *phew*
Came across this image on the net while I was trying to kill time at Uni today.
Though I don't work (never have and hopefully never will for the next 2 years) I found this rather true Haha.
Mondays I have Monday-school-blues (lucky I don't have Uni on Mondays), I only seem to be able to get a few tutorials done. (12%)
Tuesdays I put my thinking cap on and put in a little more effort in class from 4pm-6pm. (22%)
Wednesdays I don't have Uni, however my brain is forced to kick back into gear as I realize lots of practicals/tutorials need to be done before classes on Thursday. I do everything last minute...no big surprise. (40%)
Thursdays are the worst. Uni from 9am-4pm. Seven hours straight in front of the computer doesn't do my brain any good. Neither does waking up early enough to make it for class at 9am. (20%)
Fridays are spent sleeping in (trying to recover from the day before). At the most, one chapter of the course reader is read. (5%)
Works rather well for me. =D
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
An Open Letter to an Open Friend.
You made me this way. Beneath all those twilight trances and inspiring dawns, somehow strands of those little mannerisms hung on to me. Beneath all those, I believed you. And you made me this way. Overexposed lomo pictures wouldn’t mean a thing without definition. Somehow, they’ll remain leaves of frozen time; not exactly frozen memories.
Then, days will go by with me trusting no one so easily. Not so easily. I’ve learned the hard way, and it has somehow skewed my vision. Trust is absolute, trust no one. Trust only those you’ve totally known. But what if those whom you most expected from turns out to be just the person who couldn’t be trusted?
What a web of lies and intricate deceit we’ve woven. What a web of lies and deceit you’ve woven for me. You could believe me to be one of those broken toys left in the corner (forgotten and free to collect dust), but I’ve risen. You underestimate me. I’m sorry to say I’ve invested in the wrong kind of friend. I thought it was you, but I guess I was wrong. I am wrong.
This has nothing to do with anyone you might know.
Just because only I do.
Monday, August 18, 2008
"People will always talk about you, especially when they envy you and the life you live. Let them...you affected their lives, they didn't affect yours."
It's called Inferiority Complex.
Sunday, August 17, 2008
What do all these shampoos have in common?
Sodium Lauryl Sulfate or SLS
All these shampoos use a chemical called SLS which is actually a floor cleaner. They are used so as to produce more foam.
Imagine what a floor cleaner can do to your hair and scalp. It will damage the very roots of your scalp.
Look out for SLS in toothpaste too. We gotta use the ones which are free from this extremely harmful chemical.
**NOTE** Type "SLS Free shampoo" or SLS Free toothpaste" in Google.com to get a list of companies selling safe products.
Thank god I didn't buy Paul Mitchell last week, but instead settled for Tigi.
Saturday, August 16, 2008
The Beijing Olympics did show a wonderful display of fireworks that lighted up the night sky at the opening ceremony. Even with just pictures I was awed with the variety of colors and explosions that lit up the sky.
A few days after, a friend of mine sent an article about part of the fireworks being faked on tv. So those fireworks you saw? Not all of them were real. I can’t say anything about this because I can’t be certain. I hadn’t read an article that this was confirmed real or not, just the article that said some were faked. Although digitizing is already possible during this era, it would be disappointing if it were true that the fireworks were digitized.
Though not a big issue for me since I don’t care much to be bothered about it, I was a bit concerned when I read a news report in CNN’s website about a girl singing the song while China’s flag was paraded into the stadium was not sung by the girl herself but was just lip syncing it. The girl who lip synced is indeed cute compared to the girl who actually sang it but I was disappointed that this happened. Even though the girl who sang it said she was honored even if her voice was only heard because she took part of the event, I think it’s pretty insulting. For sure the girl who was seen by many lip syncing it will now be famous because of her performance, I feel that the girl whose voice was heard by many was robbed of an opportunity herself to be famous, tsk.
Gilbert Arenas has a million dollar pool? Hmmm...sounds crazy but if you have the money, why not? I wish I had one too LOL
* The stone for the "mountain" cost nearly half a million dollars.
* There are three different fish tanks, one going in the "grotto," one in the front hall, and one in the basement. Their normal retail price would have been about another half-million.
* The tank in the basement will have a recess with a couch in it so Gil can "relax and look up at the fish."
Oh well, what can we do? If each of us has a dream house, dream car, dream bag...perhaps this is his dream pool?
Friday, August 15, 2008
What is ATR?
In a New York hospital, a gentleman had made several attempts to get into the men’s restroom, but it had always been occupied. A nurse noticed his predicament.
‘Sir’, she said, ‘You may use the ladies room if you promise not to touch any of the buttons on the wall.’
He did what he needed to, and as he sat there he noticed the buttons he had promised not to touch.
Each button was identified by letters: WW , WA , PP, and a red one labeled ATR.
Who would know if he touched them?
He couldn’t resist.. He pushed WW. Warm Water was sprayed gently upon his bottom.
What a nice feeling, he thought. Men’s restrooms don’t have nice things like this.
Anticipating greater pleasure, he pushed the WA button. Warm Air replaced the warm water, gently drying his underside.
When this stopped, he pushed the PP button. A large Powder Puff caressed his bottom adding a fragile scent of spring flower to this unbelievable pleasure.. The ladies restroom was more than a restroom, it is tender loving pleasure.
When the powder puff completed its pleasure, he couldn’t wait to push the ATR button which he knew would be supreme ecstasy.
Next thing he knew, he opened his eyes, he was in a hospital bed, and a nurse was staring down at him.
‘What happened??’ he exclaimed. ‘The last thing I remember was pushing the ATR button.’
‘The button ATR is an Automatic Tampon Remover. Your penis is under your pillow.’
MEN NEVER LISTEN
Thursday, August 14, 2008
what's the name of your game?
Case No. 1: You tell us one story, and you tell other another version of the same story (with a BIG difference in the versions, nonetheless). You go, "ssshh, sshhh, this is a secret, don't tell our friends that I'm telling you this," but we find out later that you've been baring your secrets to everybody all along.
Case No. 2: You appear to be cultured and sanctimonious, but somehow, your actions and everyday deeds don't quite seem to add up.
Case No. 3: I always thought you were nice and sweet, but then again, I've also seen your "mean bitch" persona.
Case No. 4: Do you always have to look your dressed-to-the-nines, all-glammed-up, dirty-rich-girl, fashionista-extraordinaire look? Even if it's just to buy a bar of chocolate at the servo?
Case No. 5: You can't seem to stand other noises that are not emitted by you. When other people start to enjoy themselves, you tell them to SHUT UP (with all the bitchy attitude you can muster); yet, you have an uncanny knack for advertising your mirth, too.
So to all you numbered cases: come now, pray tell, what's the name of your game?
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
A quick recap of a good day.
Woke up this morning to find that it was bloody foggy outside.
I've never seen so much fog in my life. And I don't even live on the Adelaide Hills. Visibility was probably 10m.
My little cone head. He 'accidentally' did a wee on my rug, but with him looking at me like that (above) I couldn't stay mad at him for long.
A video clip of Milo 'sleep-wagging' (wagging his tail in his sleep). Must've been dreaming of belly rubs. Haha.
Gone are the days when I would be willing to spend AUSD92 every two days for a bottle of Moet&Chandon Rose Imperial. Cheap champagne is the way to go now. Haha. And the one I bought last night for 10 bucks (above) was actually pretty good. Could hardly taste any alcohol.
so pissed off.
the shared data folder i need to access for images is only available at C2-44 and C2-46.
those two computer pools are booked for practicals the whole day.
yes...that's 9am through to 5.30pm.
talk about wasting my time driving all the way to Uni on a non-lecture day thinking that i'll be in and out in a zip.
just in case you haven't noticed,
this post is entirely in red
to express my anger.
are you important enough?
The opposite of love is not hate, but apathy. Hate is a by-product of love. So when you hate someone, you actually loved that person first, but then something went wrong, and the love you previously felt now turns to hate.
That said, let me state for the record that, no, I do not hate you. For me to hate you, you have to be important enough for me so I can love you first, and then hate you.
So no, I do not hate you, because you are not important to me.
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
It feels strange to not have the bulky Twilight book with me. It is strange to see the book sprouting around on campus. The movie next year I believe will make it big. It would definitely be strange if it didn't.
I'm having what's called a "Twilight withdrawal syndrome." It's self-diagnosed and completely...well strange. I devoured 1500+ pages over the past 2 weeks and now it just feels really weird not having the big novel in my bag.
After finishing the three books from the series, I'm not quite sure I want to read Breaking Dawn though I have the book with me now, but then again for closure's sake I will...just for closure's sake because the spoilers I've been hearing about have not been pretty. They were downright disturbing actually.
I think I would have preferred it ended the way it did with Eclipse...no more delving into the minds of the mythical creatures, no more Bella inflicting unnecessary pain on herself and those around her. Really, if people delve into the mind of "martyr" Edward, it will pretty much shatter his "perfect" image. I think I want to stick with the illusion of Edward.
I was telling Claire this afternoon about my problem with Edward Cullen. I like him and he makes me all flail-y (yes the only other book character that has made me flail-y would be Michael from the Princess Diaries series) but he's too perfect. Too much of a martyr. Too much of a gentleman. Too gorgeous. Too much of everything.
But yes when the movie comes out, you'd be sure I'd still flail.
That's why I'm all for Jasper right now. "I choose Jasper because Edward's too perfect." That's what I told Claire this afternoon. And since I've loved the perky, enthusiastic Alice this is a perfect choice really. :D
Jasper's pretty much in the background but I love his relationship with Alice. The whole never letting Alice fight thing in Eclipse was cute. The destined vampires. Just like Emmet and Rosalie. But they're even more in the background than these two.
Bella...well Claire's right. She did start to annoy me especially since she started to become a "user" (as Claire said) in New Moon but then she got even more needy and clingy in Eclipse. I just realized how much I disliked needy people. The redeeming trait must be her stubbornness but I still can't help but be annoyed with her.
Jacob...I know Renee loves (or used to love?) Jacob but as much as I dislike needy people, I despise those "assuming" ones who are overconfident with themselves even more. I know he was hurting and he was trying to fight the losing battle but dude not too much of an ego. He was seriously making Edward look like a saint.
It's a strange, strange series but I enjoyed it thoroughly and I have even more thoughts about the love triangle that is Edward-Bella-Jacob but my eyes are about to give out and I'm really exhausted. Off to bed for a nap now...
Death by Orgasm.
I was watching an episode of CSI: NY last night where they find the corpse of a teenage girl propped in a peculiar position. She was seated, frozen stiff, with her fingers clenching onto the table and her toes tensely pressing on her white, platform flip-flops. Her head faced the ceiling, her eyes were shut, and her mouth was propped open in making an 'O'.
After the first autopsy of the body, they concluded that the victim's cause of death was that of an orgasm. Following further investigation, they found out that she was taking some sort of compound that enhances your sexuality and all that stuff -in simpler terms, she took some drug that makes her climax easier.
Weird, funny, gross but REAL.
There are actual cases of people who die of an orgasm. Most of which are of those whose hearts have gone weak. When we reach our peak, our hearts pump faster than normal, in the case of these people, their hearts, because they are very weak, are incapable of it so an artery or something just breaks or malfunctions and they just die. Many cases are that of dirty old men sneaking around with their mistresses. I guess we can say that's their karma?
As sad as it is, I still cannot help but laugh about it. So they pursue their vile deed of an adulterated relationship, strive to reach heaven, reach heaven, then wake up in hell. HAHA!
Okay, I'll stop now. But fuck, can you just imagine the horrid scene? And the partners? Geez louise.
But yeah, sad, disgusting, filthy, wacky, tacky and true.
Monday, August 11, 2008
Who's to Blame?
You know how you can only completely remove sticky tacks off the wall by rolling a sticky tack on it? And how you can remove nail polish without using nail polish remover by applying nail polish on it then wiping it off while it's still wet?
Well, it's a pretty similar process on how our emotions are manifested.It's in our nature to blame our joy, our pains and our wrath on others but if you just pause and take a close look at it, the reason for these sentiments is actually our own selves.
We laugh because we want to laugh. We cry because we want to cry. We get mad because we want to get mad. We feel such way because we DECIDED to do so. We are hurt by people because we allowed them to make us feel hurt. When someone gives you a foul comment, we feel insulted but can't we just laugh it off and feel happy?
We are walking on this long path that is our life. Each obstacle has a set of paths to choose from. It is WE who choose to be happy, to be sad and to simply feel.
I'm not saying that these people have absolutely nothing to do with our feelings. In fact, it is they who influence the way we should feel; the final decision is just up to us.
What exactly is my point here? I'm just saying, the only way to save ourselves from depression is we, ourselves. You can't solely rely on someone else to wipe off your tears and replace your frown with a smile - you have to do that yourself because you are the only one who can do it completely.
However, it doesn't mean that you should refuse the help of others. If you can't do it yourself at all, then by all means necessary, ask for help from someone you trust will guide you to the right path.
In the end though, it is always YOU who makes the final decision.
Sunday, August 10, 2008
a ray of inspirational sunshine.
So, I've been trying to get me that elusive ray of inspirational sunshine the whole day today. Several thoughts bounced in and out of my mind: some mildly interesting, some eyebrow-raising, some blah.
But since it's a Sunday (as if that's an excuse), and I'm feeling laaaazy, I thought I'd just post here the list of what my topic for this post might have been.
my fav tv shows, and why i like them (i'm hooked to FoxTel)
do social networking sites encourage stalker behaviour?
why do some people (read: ME) have an irrational, gripping fear of all things paranormal?
am i really envious of my boyfriend's iPhone? if so, can my LG Prada appease this envy?
why haven't i showered yet? (ewwww!)
That's my list. I might explore/write about these topics one by one later on; I might not. In the meantime, if in the future you find yourself getting stuck in the corner between writer's block and blog depression avenue, feel free to write about any of the topics I just listed, but don't forget to leave me a link to your story/post.
I wanna hear what you've got to say!
I just know the boyfriend will say I'm sour-graping, again. But, whatevs. *shrugs*