Tom and Jerry cartoons are by far, some of the funniest ever made! They always have a great jazz or classical soundtrack and show different lifestyles from the 40's and 50's. A lot of attention goes into details such as table settings, world events, popular music of the day, and usually the legs of any people involved. I enjoy when Tom or Jerry have love interests because they're always dolled up like screen sirens! Since they are set during the 40's and 50's, there are elements that capture how society behaved such as what they listened to, how they dressed and where they lived. It is a study in vintage civilization, albeit from a cat and mouse point of view.
"The Zoot Cat" shows us that a stylish suit is the difference between being corny and being with it! Tom meticulously grooms himself in preparation to court Toots, a real swingin' jazz baby. He struts confidently to her door, and is told to get lost after trying his hardest to impress her. Discovering that he needs to 'get hep to the jive', he fashions a Zoot Suit from a lamp shade and a hammock and Toots swoons with approval. Jerry's efforts to sabotage Tom's jitterbugging lead to disaster for the Zoot Cat.
In "Solid Serenade" we see Tom attempting to serenade his lady, much to Jerry's annoyance. Please note her bedtime beauty routine of curling her hair and plucking her eyebrows, and then her feverish excitement upon discovering him below her window, bass fiddle in hand. A little lipstick, mascara and powder and she appears at the balcony poised to receive her gentleman caller. Check out those red bows! Tom tries in earnest to woo his love in spite of the fact that Killer is hot on his trail.
"Mouse in Manhattan" is one of my favorites! The music is alluring and makes you want to pretend you are Ginger Rogers and paint the town! Jerry decides he is tired of country life and leaves for the big city. Arriving at Grand Central, he is easily impressed with all of the sights and amenities Manhattan has to offer. Checking out the gams in beautiful shoes, he quickly finds himself navigating through traffic and winds up at the Starlite Room. One of the highlights includes dancing on the tabletops with the doll place settings. His enchanted evening soon turns to a series of mishaps and finds himself running all the way home.
Monday, April 30, 2007
A way of life
Blonde?
Ash-green?
Black?
Light Brown?
Dark Brown?
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Blonde.
I really, really miss my blonde hair...! =( =(
I do! Being blonde is not as simple as being Scandinavian or acting like one. It is a whole lifestyle and attitude!
It screams "Look at me!!" and it says, "I take care of my appearance", and it exclaims, "I am fun and girly and probably materialistic, well, I mean, I know how to enjoy life you know - with or without you".
Wow... This might be my most bimbotic post yet.
I don't even know how I did it, but that paragraph was like extremely superficial yet appeared deep at the same time.
Hahahaha!!!
Bonus photo
Mike being forced to go blonde, at least once, for me:
That was fun times in sunny California!
By the way, in case you wondered, the whole "being blonde is a way of life" thing does NOT apply to men. At all.
~ You know you have reached the peak of vanity when you stay awake at 4am thinking of whether or not to go blonde again. ~
p/s: Many of you are probably going to say that I don't look good/look very weird in blonde hair, but irregardless! As I said, it is a way of life, not just a colour!
p/p/s: I know there is no such word as irregardless, but it's supposed to be spoofing Mean Girls, you idiots. Just relax and stop being a prude.
Sunday, April 29, 2007
Happy Birthday to ME!!!!
Very sad, this year Saddam Hussein died otherwise he can celebrate his birthday with me! I mean not WITH me per se of course, like in his own little hiding hole but at the same time as me.
Anyway, my life is just full of drama.
On the night of 27th, Kelvin, Qingqing, Mike and I went to JB at like 11pm for some, erm, dvds.
Of course, as it turns out when we reached the dvd shop we didn't buy anything because we had a guilt trip and it dawned on us that piracy is just wrong. WRONG, PEOPLE! Don't steal!
Ahem.
So, we went across the road to have some food.
After gorging, we crossed the road to get back to the car, and Mike told me to run coz there was a car coming.
I was in a bad mood (due to Mike being generally grumpy due to his lack of his sleep) and out of the corner of my eye I saw a slow moving car and didn't speed up at all but instead proceeded to cross the rest of the road in what can be described as a slow lumbering fashion.
As expected, my life flashed before me as the LOUD honk of the Malaysian car sounded.
Actually, I don't know how other people who almost died react, but I was quite tired and when I turned and saw the car was real close to me, all I did was think, "Huh? I thought this car was moving slowly??" With a slightly wide-eyed look.
And it was supposed to!
I mean, it's a small road, not the bloody German highway with no speed limit. Autobahn! I'm so smart.
So anyway, the fucker who almost took my life (23 years ago Momo had a hard time squeezing me out) wound down his window, and shouted at me in Mandarin,
"YOU DON'T KNOW HOW TO SEE WHEN YOU CROSS THE ROAD IS IT?"
(Actually he didn't almost kill me, he was like 2 feet away)
I don't know why I like to pick fights, but I just shouted back, "FUCK YOU!"
and showed him my finger.
I guess I exploded coz it's really kinda annoying to have almost died and then yet have some shout at you.
I mean, c'mon, fine, it is maybe my fault to cross in a slow stupid manner, but I've already had the fright of my life, and additionally, almost got deafened by your honk, still not enough meh?
THEN STILL SHOUT AT ME!
Somemore the fucker so fucking ugly, like a piece of ugly fuck can. Stupid low-class middle-aged Chinese guy.
So, after I shouted at him, he told me to point my finger at my mother or something rude like that, so I smiled at him and pointed my finger at him once again.
Instead of being honoured since a gorgeous supermodel like myself will never be caught died talking to him under normal circumstances (social suicides, my dears!!), he got down of his car and thundered out of it, shouting various Hokkien vulgarities at me.
His girlfriend tried to restain him but he got down anyway.
And till this day I fantasize about how he would try to get off his car in the middle of the road, and while opening the door to get down, an oncoming tank would knock him senseless, thus ending his life.
I'd then kick his corpse and throw the la la I ta-baoed on his face while his girlfriend weeps. I'd then kick her for bad taste, and throw the extra 10 ringgit I had left over my shoulder as I leave.
But that didn't happened.
So that guy got down of his car, and I was rejoined by Kelvin, QQ and Mike when drama ensued (various scoldings by me and that guy, with Mike trying to stand in between us).
Within a short while, we were joined by a group of other people, Malaysian Ah Bengs, who were good-naturedly asking the fucker what happened.
The fucker shouted at the Ah bengs, "YOU ALL HER FRIENDS IS IT?" and the Ah Bengs replied, "No, we from the DVD shop... They our customers la, got anything can talk mah..."
While the fucker proceeded to scold the super sweet DVD shop guys. So nice of them, honestly! They didn't have to help us!
It's damn funny. I was too boiling mad to remember what happened, but at one point the fucker started shouting at Mike too, asking him,
"SINGAPOREAN IS IT?"
to which Mike replied "Yes." since it is really too troublesome to explain, "Nah, I'm from Dallas, which is in Texas, USA, but I used to be born in... blah blah and I am here working in Singapore, just passed by JB for some la la."
And so the fucker said,
"Singapolean big fuck izzit?" in the broken English I typed it as.
And Mike couldn't understand what the fuck he said, which would have been hilarious if not for the fact that I was so angry.
Stupid uneducated fucker.
I shouted at him,
"NI YAO ZHEN YANG? XIAN ZAI NI YAO DA NV REN SHI MA?!" (What do you want, you want to hit a girl?)
and he replied,
"WO YAO DA NI YOU ZHEN YANG?!" (So what if I hit you?)
The DVD shop boys restained him, and after this we walked away since it really isn't wise to pick a fight in other people's turf.
How gross, for a man to try to pick a fight with a 42kg (fine, 43.5) girl! *roll eyes* Oh yes! Because the girl has a chance to win!
Hope he dies. No, I'm not just saying it. I do hope he dies.
On the way back the girls hypothesized about how to verbally abuse him more, while the guys talked about how they would have beaten the fucker up. (Mike, "I'm a leftie, and people never expect that...")
Sigh.
Such a dramatic birthday.
Speaking of sickening guys, that day Qingqing has a horrible encounter with a Bangala!
She was at City Plaza alone, taking some money out of the ATM, and this bangala asked her for some change, which she said she had none, and walked rapidly outside.
The bangala followed her and when she was outside, he GRABBED HER!
He held on to the back of her arm from behind her, and he said, "You, go Geylang with me."
NABEY!
ANGRY!
HATEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
How are we girls not supposed to be wary of bangalas you tell me????!!!!!!!!!!
So QQ turned around and slapped the bangala.
EWWWWWWW SO DIRTY!!! I don't wanna touch him!
And poor QQ, she was just in jeans and a tee or something! Not like she dressed like a whore or what you know, it's just that she got the sort of face that looks like you can bully her.
So the bunch of Ah bengs from the cellphone shop came up and started shouting at the bangala, and the bangala, according to QQ, "ran away super fast".
Haha, bangala running away very fast sounds very funny.
(QQ said to help her thank the Ah bengs on my blog coz she was so traumatized she just ran away without saying her thanks)
From the above two stories we can see that Ah Bengs are very nice people.
So anyway, on the 28th, Shuyin and Wanyi came over to my place to surprise me with a birthday cake, homecooked food (green curry, brinjals, tea eggs, french loaf) and complete with a recorder-blown Happy Birthday song!
Happy or not?!!!
My friends are sooooooo super sweet can.
We gossiped and talked auntie-talk till 5pm, when the girls left and Mike brought me to St Pierre's for a super yummy dinner costing him $155.
I am super lucky I didn't get killed afterall.
Imagine Shuyin and Wanyi come, then actually I died already. Damn stupid.
Ok, pictures soon ok! Very busy.
Love!!!
p/s: No offence to Malaysians since you can be quite sensitive. I'm just talking about that particular guy.
Anyway, my life is just full of drama.
On the night of 27th, Kelvin, Qingqing, Mike and I went to JB at like 11pm for some, erm, dvds.
Of course, as it turns out when we reached the dvd shop we didn't buy anything because we had a guilt trip and it dawned on us that piracy is just wrong. WRONG, PEOPLE! Don't steal!
Ahem.
So, we went across the road to have some food.
After gorging, we crossed the road to get back to the car, and Mike told me to run coz there was a car coming.
I was in a bad mood (due to Mike being generally grumpy due to his lack of his sleep) and out of the corner of my eye I saw a slow moving car and didn't speed up at all but instead proceeded to cross the rest of the road in what can be described as a slow lumbering fashion.
As expected, my life flashed before me as the LOUD honk of the Malaysian car sounded.
Actually, I don't know how other people who almost died react, but I was quite tired and when I turned and saw the car was real close to me, all I did was think, "Huh? I thought this car was moving slowly??" With a slightly wide-eyed look.
And it was supposed to!
I mean, it's a small road, not the bloody German highway with no speed limit. Autobahn! I'm so smart.
So anyway, the fucker who almost took my life (23 years ago Momo had a hard time squeezing me out) wound down his window, and shouted at me in Mandarin,
"YOU DON'T KNOW HOW TO SEE WHEN YOU CROSS THE ROAD IS IT?"
(Actually he didn't almost kill me, he was like 2 feet away)
I don't know why I like to pick fights, but I just shouted back, "FUCK YOU!"
and showed him my finger.
I guess I exploded coz it's really kinda annoying to have almost died and then yet have some shout at you.
I mean, c'mon, fine, it is maybe my fault to cross in a slow stupid manner, but I've already had the fright of my life, and additionally, almost got deafened by your honk, still not enough meh?
THEN STILL SHOUT AT ME!
Somemore the fucker so fucking ugly, like a piece of ugly fuck can. Stupid low-class middle-aged Chinese guy.
So, after I shouted at him, he told me to point my finger at my mother or something rude like that, so I smiled at him and pointed my finger at him once again.
Instead of being honoured since a gorgeous supermodel like myself will never be caught died talking to him under normal circumstances (social suicides, my dears!!), he got down of his car and thundered out of it, shouting various Hokkien vulgarities at me.
His girlfriend tried to restain him but he got down anyway.
And till this day I fantasize about how he would try to get off his car in the middle of the road, and while opening the door to get down, an oncoming tank would knock him senseless, thus ending his life.
I'd then kick his corpse and throw the la la I ta-baoed on his face while his girlfriend weeps. I'd then kick her for bad taste, and throw the extra 10 ringgit I had left over my shoulder as I leave.
But that didn't happened.
So that guy got down of his car, and I was rejoined by Kelvin, QQ and Mike when drama ensued (various scoldings by me and that guy, with Mike trying to stand in between us).
Within a short while, we were joined by a group of other people, Malaysian Ah Bengs, who were good-naturedly asking the fucker what happened.
The fucker shouted at the Ah bengs, "YOU ALL HER FRIENDS IS IT?" and the Ah Bengs replied, "No, we from the DVD shop... They our customers la, got anything can talk mah..."
While the fucker proceeded to scold the super sweet DVD shop guys. So nice of them, honestly! They didn't have to help us!
It's damn funny. I was too boiling mad to remember what happened, but at one point the fucker started shouting at Mike too, asking him,
"SINGAPOREAN IS IT?"
to which Mike replied "Yes." since it is really too troublesome to explain, "Nah, I'm from Dallas, which is in Texas, USA, but I used to be born in... blah blah and I am here working in Singapore, just passed by JB for some la la."
And so the fucker said,
"Singapolean big fuck izzit?" in the broken English I typed it as.
And Mike couldn't understand what the fuck he said, which would have been hilarious if not for the fact that I was so angry.
Stupid uneducated fucker.
I shouted at him,
"NI YAO ZHEN YANG? XIAN ZAI NI YAO DA NV REN SHI MA?!" (What do you want, you want to hit a girl?)
and he replied,
"WO YAO DA NI YOU ZHEN YANG?!" (So what if I hit you?)
The DVD shop boys restained him, and after this we walked away since it really isn't wise to pick a fight in other people's turf.
How gross, for a man to try to pick a fight with a 42kg (fine, 43.5) girl! *roll eyes* Oh yes! Because the girl has a chance to win!
Hope he dies. No, I'm not just saying it. I do hope he dies.
On the way back the girls hypothesized about how to verbally abuse him more, while the guys talked about how they would have beaten the fucker up. (Mike, "I'm a leftie, and people never expect that...")
Sigh.
Such a dramatic birthday.
Wanbao is trying to report the fellowing story, no doubt completely lifting it off to (zero writers' intregrity) fill up their trashy incompetent pages.
Which is STUPID, since... THE FOLLOWING STORY IS COMPLETELY FICTIONAL. Yes. I made it all up.
Which is STUPID, since... THE FOLLOWING STORY IS COMPLETELY FICTIONAL. Yes. I made it all up.
Speaking of sickening guys, that day Qingqing has a horrible encounter with a Bangala!
She was at City Plaza alone, taking some money out of the ATM, and this bangala asked her for some change, which she said she had none, and walked rapidly outside.
The bangala followed her and when she was outside, he GRABBED HER!
He held on to the back of her arm from behind her, and he said, "You, go Geylang with me."
NABEY!
ANGRY!
HATEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
How are we girls not supposed to be wary of bangalas you tell me????!!!!!!!!!!
So QQ turned around and slapped the bangala.
EWWWWWWW SO DIRTY!!! I don't wanna touch him!
And poor QQ, she was just in jeans and a tee or something! Not like she dressed like a whore or what you know, it's just that she got the sort of face that looks like you can bully her.
So the bunch of Ah bengs from the cellphone shop came up and started shouting at the bangala, and the bangala, according to QQ, "ran away super fast".
Haha, bangala running away very fast sounds very funny.
(QQ said to help her thank the Ah bengs on my blog coz she was so traumatized she just ran away without saying her thanks)
From the above two stories we can see that Ah Bengs are very nice people.
So anyway, on the 28th, Shuyin and Wanyi came over to my place to surprise me with a birthday cake, homecooked food (green curry, brinjals, tea eggs, french loaf) and complete with a recorder-blown Happy Birthday song!
Happy or not?!!!
My friends are sooooooo super sweet can.
We gossiped and talked auntie-talk till 5pm, when the girls left and Mike brought me to St Pierre's for a super yummy dinner costing him $155.
I am super lucky I didn't get killed afterall.
Imagine Shuyin and Wanyi come, then actually I died already. Damn stupid.
Ok, pictures soon ok! Very busy.
Love!!!
p/s: No offence to Malaysians since you can be quite sensitive. I'm just talking about that particular guy.
Saturday, April 28, 2007
Backstage
To me, the best classic movies are the ones that involve the theatre, dancers, showgirls, burlesque, vaudeville etc. because you will most likely be invited backstage! The preparation and creation of the performer is an art unto itself, especially the showgirl. She is, no doubt, waiting for her big break and hoofing it in hopes of a more glamorous life of being a star and meeting the man of her dreams.
Because it is a dressing room, there have to be costumes! Regardless of your profession (starlet, teaser or chorus line) everyone seems to be lounging in some sort of lovely and oft covered marabou feathered robe and matching slippers or pretty underthing. Of course your costume must be adorned with sequins or rhinstones and quite possibly come with a headress of sorts. Stockings, both seamed and fishnet, pasties, scarves and props. Love it!
The gals portrayed are stereotyped: the ingenue or the one destined to be a star, the well known and wisecracking seasoned veteran~ who sometimes befriends or vies for revenge of the new gals nipping at her high heels. There is also the vixen, the comedienne and sometimes the dumb one. If you are lucky, the film you are watching has the girl who is a bit naive and usually talks with a slang riddled New York accent... think Mia Farrow's character Sally, in Radio Days. "Hawk! I he-yuh the lions ro-aw!"
Some movies that have great backstage or dressing room moments are Cover Girl with Rita Hayworth, 42nd St. with Ruby Keeler and Ginger Rogers, Dancing Lady with Joan Crawford. Who could forget the great Lady of Burlesque with Barbara Stanwyck? A few modern films with classic themes are Chicago with Catherine Zeta Jones, Mobsters with Christian Slater and his flapper-dancer girlfriend played by Lara Flynn Boyle, and Bullets Over Broadway with John Cusack and Jennifer Tilly playing the dimwitted chorine turned doomed star. These scenes seem more interesting to me than the plot, at times. Maybe because I love makeup and glamour and wish that it was my bedroom, or maybe because I was one of them in a past life, who knows. If only I hadn't given up dance in grade school to play in the band!
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
Please don't break up with me
Don't dump me ok? Don't leave me for other regularly updated albeit mediocre blogs!
I tried so hard, I did!
But the cb Midplaza Hotel in Manhattan had a shitty internet connection, which costs $10 USD a day and I had to go to Gillian's room to use it... so yeah la, not very convenient.
But here I am! Finally got back home and slept off the jetlag.
78 photos.
And one new tattoo.
One day, I randomly suggested to Qingqing, "You wanna get a same tattoo with me and KK? Something small la, like a tiny star or heart or something."
QQ kept quiet, so I thought she wasn't agreeable to it, which is quite normal mind you, since most people won't agree to a tattoo just on a whim like that.
I prodded, "What you think?"
And she said, "Yeah I want! I am thinking where to put it."
Ha! Damn steady one ok! Then she suggested putting it behind our ear.
KK was told about this idea the day after, and she was damn enthu about it, so here we are at the tattoo parlour, all getting our second tatts. Sigh. Such zest for life!!
Digressing, tattooing is fucking addictive ok?
Honestly, I was asking the girls if they were gonna have more tatts, and they all said a loud, "YES."
Hahaha! The thing is, we all have no idea what else to ink, but just know that we are not "complete" yet.
I think I know why.
Once you get over the fact that having a print on your skin forever is not that big a deal, you realise you have a fucking damn lot of skin you can customise to your liking, and man, it's honestly quite overwhelming.
And that's why most people don't only have one tattoo. It's addictive!
Mike told me not to get more coz it seems to him that I am getting further and further away from what I was when he got together with me (nose job, tattoos, un-blonde hair, not tan anymore), but he is so siao can, I thought men are naturally polygamous - so he should be happy that it would seem like he got some new chick(s) to have sex with, no?
Back to the tattooing... When we reached Parkmall, I said I think I'd rather do a heart than a star, and the girls got very mad at me!!
They said what's the point of getting a "same" tattoo if I am getting a different design from them?
Bah. So I got the tattooist to draw the star on me with a marker.
Something like this! I'm sold.
The other ear had a heart, and it looks awful.
QQ, pre-tattooing
KK with marker-drawn tattoo
excited!
Qihua sms-ing while waiting
Grrrrrr
Parkmall's tatt parlour was such a BIG mistake. The owner (I think), Joseph, was not around, and we all got done by the apprentice, who is shitty to say the least.
He has no sense of proportion! You'll see.
Looks ok?
NOT!
It's a fucking distorted star can!
And he can't even see what's wrong with it (it is soooo obvious), and I had to take a picture, enlarge it on my cam, and point out to him that the star is neither symmetrical nor straight.
After he touched it up it was better.
God! Never again.
My snowflake tattooist Jeremy Tan is sooooooo much better.
My turn!
I wanted a fat pink star:
The pen-drawn star mock-up was sooooo distorted I made him reprint and redraw it.
This kinda thing cannot be shui bian (easy-going) one ok, even if I only paid $50 for it. And I was told $50 was a rip-off.
My pink star...!!
This time, it REALLY HURT.
It hurt so bad I had to crush Mike's hand while he was colouring it in. On a scale of ten for pain, this one's like 5/10. Which is quite bad because the snowflake was 2/10!
I think he really pressed too hard on my skin, my snowflake had like nooooooo blood at all, but my star...
Very bleedy
Mike is the only one uninked now
We are chio!
Ha!
This is before the scab came off...
Now the star's a baby pink colour.
I know! It's not very well-done. I'm gonna go get it touched up by my snowflake guy.
That's it about the tattoo!
Random photo:
Mike being cute
Gillian's birthday!
Mike and I on our way
At this nice French restaurant
Choosing dishes
All of us, with Mr Tan (G's dad) blurred out coz he wants his privacy
Birthday girl with Rozz Joey and Bryan
They got engaged when G was 22! I am 23! MIKEEE!!!!!!!!!
Horrible raw-ish scallops. Hate raw food
The dish is almost finished, but this is the BEST salad I ever had!
Warm prawn salad. YUM
Mediocre foie gras
Mike + me
Us girls
Being a director, Gillian knows she must know and master all sorts of expressions.
For example,
"This one, my cake ah?"
"Must be joking right, nah bey, so small like ant."
"Heh? Answer, anyone?"
"OK la, I try to make do with this."
"I want more cake!"
Of black
And boots
And love + stars
Random photo:
Kelvin acting like Ikea ape
My new pink highlights/extensions!!
With make up and on my way to Dr Georgia Lee's Superstar party!!!
Held at the glamourous poolside of Marriott hotel
Stripper waiters
The girls with fellow star blogger Joe Augustin!
So much fab food it is scary!
In front of the smaller stage
This one Rozz had her eyes closed but my hair looks mighty fine!
Better
Look!
We were trying to mimic the poster behind. :D
David Gan, Cynthia Koh, Ivy Lee, Chen Han Wei
Grabbed over by Joe
Me and Paris Hilton!
(On left, Dr Lee)
So many gorgeous people!!
Entertainment was provided, such as...
A real-life fire blower!!!
He said his fire sticks are "Fire Satay"s and they are delicious!
Do try this at home, stupid people, and try to die from it.
Tarot card reader. She talks quite a bit of nonsense I think.
The pool side is sooooo beautiful
And lastly, a photo of Rozz, Dr Georgia Lee, and me!
I am sooooo sleepy now, good night!
Super busy.
Anyone got a recording of my MSU question?
I tried so hard, I did!
But the cb Midplaza Hotel in Manhattan had a shitty internet connection, which costs $10 USD a day and I had to go to Gillian's room to use it... so yeah la, not very convenient.
But here I am! Finally got back home and slept off the jetlag.
78 photos.
And one new tattoo.
One day, I randomly suggested to Qingqing, "You wanna get a same tattoo with me and KK? Something small la, like a tiny star or heart or something."
QQ kept quiet, so I thought she wasn't agreeable to it, which is quite normal mind you, since most people won't agree to a tattoo just on a whim like that.
I prodded, "What you think?"
And she said, "Yeah I want! I am thinking where to put it."
Ha! Damn steady one ok! Then she suggested putting it behind our ear.
KK was told about this idea the day after, and she was damn enthu about it, so here we are at the tattoo parlour, all getting our second tatts. Sigh. Such zest for life!!
Digressing, tattooing is fucking addictive ok?
Honestly, I was asking the girls if they were gonna have more tatts, and they all said a loud, "YES."
Hahaha! The thing is, we all have no idea what else to ink, but just know that we are not "complete" yet.
I think I know why.
Once you get over the fact that having a print on your skin forever is not that big a deal, you realise you have a fucking damn lot of skin you can customise to your liking, and man, it's honestly quite overwhelming.
And that's why most people don't only have one tattoo. It's addictive!
Mike told me not to get more coz it seems to him that I am getting further and further away from what I was when he got together with me (nose job, tattoos, un-blonde hair, not tan anymore), but he is so siao can, I thought men are naturally polygamous - so he should be happy that it would seem like he got some new chick(s) to have sex with, no?
Back to the tattooing... When we reached Parkmall, I said I think I'd rather do a heart than a star, and the girls got very mad at me!!
They said what's the point of getting a "same" tattoo if I am getting a different design from them?
Bah. So I got the tattooist to draw the star on me with a marker.
Something like this! I'm sold.
The other ear had a heart, and it looks awful.
QQ, pre-tattooing
KK with marker-drawn tattoo
excited!
Qihua sms-ing while waiting
Grrrrrr
Parkmall's tatt parlour was such a BIG mistake. The owner (I think), Joseph, was not around, and we all got done by the apprentice, who is shitty to say the least.
He has no sense of proportion! You'll see.
Looks ok?
NOT!
It's a fucking distorted star can!
And he can't even see what's wrong with it (it is soooo obvious), and I had to take a picture, enlarge it on my cam, and point out to him that the star is neither symmetrical nor straight.
After he touched it up it was better.
God! Never again.
My snowflake tattooist Jeremy Tan is sooooooo much better.
My turn!
I wanted a fat pink star:
The pen-drawn star mock-up was sooooo distorted I made him reprint and redraw it.
This kinda thing cannot be shui bian (easy-going) one ok, even if I only paid $50 for it. And I was told $50 was a rip-off.
My pink star...!!
This time, it REALLY HURT.
It hurt so bad I had to crush Mike's hand while he was colouring it in. On a scale of ten for pain, this one's like 5/10. Which is quite bad because the snowflake was 2/10!
I think he really pressed too hard on my skin, my snowflake had like nooooooo blood at all, but my star...
Very bleedy
Mike is the only one uninked now
We are chio!
Ha!
This is before the scab came off...
Now the star's a baby pink colour.
I know! It's not very well-done. I'm gonna go get it touched up by my snowflake guy.
That's it about the tattoo!
Random photo:
Mike being cute
Gillian's birthday!
Mike and I on our way
At this nice French restaurant
Choosing dishes
All of us, with Mr Tan (G's dad) blurred out coz he wants his privacy
Birthday girl with Rozz Joey and Bryan
They got engaged when G was 22! I am 23! MIKEEE!!!!!!!!!
Horrible raw-ish scallops. Hate raw food
The dish is almost finished, but this is the BEST salad I ever had!
Warm prawn salad. YUM
Mediocre foie gras
Mike + me
Us girls
Being a director, Gillian knows she must know and master all sorts of expressions.
For example,
"This one, my cake ah?"
"Must be joking right, nah bey, so small like ant."
"Heh? Answer, anyone?"
"OK la, I try to make do with this."
"I want more cake!"
Of black
And boots
And love + stars
Random photo:
Kelvin acting like Ikea ape
My new pink highlights/extensions!!
With make up and on my way to Dr Georgia Lee's Superstar party!!!
Held at the glamourous poolside of Marriott hotel
Stripper waiters
The girls with fellow star blogger Joe Augustin!
So much fab food it is scary!
In front of the smaller stage
This one Rozz had her eyes closed but my hair looks mighty fine!
Better
Look!
We were trying to mimic the poster behind. :D
David Gan, Cynthia Koh, Ivy Lee, Chen Han Wei
Grabbed over by Joe
Me and Paris Hilton!
(On left, Dr Lee)
So many gorgeous people!!
Entertainment was provided, such as...
A real-life fire blower!!!
He said his fire sticks are "Fire Satay"s and they are delicious!
Do try this at home, stupid people, and try to die from it.
Tarot card reader. She talks quite a bit of nonsense I think.
The pool side is sooooo beautiful
And lastly, a photo of Rozz, Dr Georgia Lee, and me!
I am sooooo sleepy now, good night!
Super busy.
Anyone got a recording of my MSU question?