Showing posts with label Friends. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Friends. Show all posts

Monday, December 29, 2008

MSN

This is our usual daily conversation on MSN, just cause we're cool.

Bunny says:
i'm gonna get the bobbi brown eye thingy
FRANCESSCA Wong Zhen Shan says:
yeah
FRANCESSCA Wong Zhen Shan says:
?
FRANCESSCA Wong Zhen Shan says:
the eye brow powder/
Bunny says:
concealer dark ring thingy
FRANCESSCA Wong Zhen Shan says:
cibai
FRANCESSCA Wong Zhen Shan says:
concealer la
Bunny says:
yes lar
Bunny says:
hahahaha
FRANCESSCA Wong Zhen Shan says:
brown eye thing
Bunny says:
ha?
FRANCESSCA Wong Zhen Shan says:
it sounds like a monster
Bunny says:
haaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Bunny says:
nabeh

Oh well, another long day at work.

X

Monday, December 15, 2008

For Your Eyes only

Right,
so me and Fran were just talking about what kind of make up she is thinking of drawing on herself for her birthday bash.

I of course chose dramatic eyes and nude lips for her.

Just cos she has amazingly round puppy eyes that could talk to you.



Just look at it.

Won't you fall in lurve with her beautiful eyes?

They say that the eyes are windows the person's soul.

Fran's windows shows a sexy minx laying coyly next to a fire place,
wearing nothing but a black organza throw over,
inviting you to come nearer!

YAOZA!

:P

While unfortunately, I have an uneven set of eyes
(consisting of a single eyelid and one double eyelid),
which spells out
-Schizo,
-C-R-A-Z-Y


or as experts may put it nicely in proper sentences,

" Unevenly set eyes convey an unique meaning. Firstly, the person is capable of seeing things from a different perspective and applying lateral thought processes to resolving problems. These people will analyse your comments and observations with a "left-of-field" mentality. Often you will be amazed at the impromptu insights that they offer. If you are looking for someone with a flair for shifting paradigms - then here's your man or woman. These people become invaluable assets to a company looking for ingenuity in it's approach"

Furthermore,

If the eyes slant upwards the person is an opportunist - more so if the brows also slant in that direction (cats eyes look). They know how to get what they want.

Hmmm.

Well said, www.astrology.com! you made me feel so much better about my facial flaws!


So babe, don't worry about that skank.

Go ahead and have an amazing birthday next week.

I wish I could be there to relish in your amazingness.


X


And Shean Lachley says.....

JO!


Harrow, JOANNAKUMYCIBAI, my ex-housemate!

She who paints well but draws ugly so i have to help her.

She who burps and goes HEEEEEE (and repeats that for a few times).

She who comes home from shopping, barges into my room without a knock, dumps her shopping on my bed and then tries her clothes in front of my mirror and asks me "How??".

She who makes the laziest pasta known to man. Pasta + ketchup.

She who allows me to take fugly pictures of her so i can laugh and laugh at her. (I have very dubious and incriminating pictures).

She who binge eats curly fries, Gills fish & chip, Dixy chicken etc etc with me. (mmm)

She who makes paper flowers and all sorts of art & crafty shit in her room until i would sit & procrastinate with her as well!!

She who entertains me & Bengi's lame lame jokes and then stares cock at us and pei see's us.

She who can spend 2 hours putting make up on her face.

She who makes the most amazing char siew. The kind that spits its gooey juicy fragrant fats at you once you bite into them.

She who smells like Soap & Glory, and J.Lo's Still.

She who has 523billion outfits. (You ONLY have ONE body, ONE pair of legs, and ONE pair of arm. WHY YOU NEED SO MANY THINGS?!!?)

She who snores like an orchestra.

She who wants a hamster but i wouldn't let her have one.

She who's room looks like a tornado, whirlwind, tsunami all at the same time and yet it still manages to be "organised clutter".

She who enjoys waxing (to the extent of gleefully waxing my housemate's buttcrack).

She who can spend 1 full day shopping without complaining of sore feet (and usually i tag along because i seem to get good shopping deals when i'm with her because she's a savvy shopper and plus if its a male shop assistant, i can pimp her out to flirt and get discount, and vice versa)!

She who made me & my friends appear in drag.

She who is my swearing buddy because none of my housemates know BM/Chinese dialects. Excerrent.

She who talks cock with me until the AM.

She who trusts my opinion on electronics, and hence has the same speakers & the same earphones (which is still one of the best earphones ever).

She who made me lie in front of her parents.

She who claims to have the smoothest legs in the world.

She who has some of the most golden of oldies collection!

She who made my first snow angel with me.

She who goes to chinatown to eat with me when i can't be arsed to cook! Ahh... Mangos.


I MISS YOU. FASTER COME BACK TO NEWCASTLE LARH LANJIAOCIBAI.

Laffff youuuu.x

Sunday, December 14, 2008

Shean Lachley

My only ex-housemate that I truly love.

My best friend.

He who has stuck by me for 2 painful years.

He who loves walking in on me naked after I have just showered
(I know you did it on purpose)

SHEAN LACHLEY.

Yes he is an indian boy.

Chindian.

With Bengolian/Tahitian/Mongolian ancestory.



He has the googliest pair of eyes which I have DESPARATELY tried to poke up during my reign of terror being his housemate.

He is impeccably crean and outrageously dirty at the same time.

He is my cook, my dishwasher, my mail picker.

He is also the designer of all my ugly no-one-will-approach-me outfits.
(I know you did this on purpose too)

He is my drinking buddy, aka chaperon.




Take for instance,

I was so drunk, I fell down here and there like a humpty dumpty,


yeeouch.

He took me home (along with my other 3 guy housemates)
THANK GOD.

He/they could have just left me
to die at the roadside.


And oopsie I threw up all over Mikes car.

They all had to crean his car.



He also took pictures of me drunk on my bed.
(yes, that is my granny pants. Don't ask me how THAT happened)



Only God knows what else he has done to me when I was drunk.

He who took me for a 80pounds (RM 560) dinner.
geez.

He who cooks me asam laksa, curry laksa, and what not.

He who watches famary guy and drawn together with me while eating
asam laksa, curry laksa.

He who goes shopping with me
(this is the ultimate show of best frenism a guy can show)
and patiently waited for me to change in my million outfits.

He who watches horror movies
and then hugs me when I start crying/getting scared.

He who becomes a crossdresser for a night on my farewell.



And looks better as a woman then me.
damn!

He who makes me watch comedies with him so we can laugh and mimic the
comedians later.
(Honey! I can't reach my pockets! RARRRRRRR)

He who shares all kinds of amazing tidbits his mum sends from home.

He who folds my million underwears when I am not home to do it.

He who downloads all the sad crying korean movies so that he can watch me cry
and be hero and comfort me later on.

He who is there for me when I was heartbroken.

He who hugs me tight and tells me everything is going to be alright.

He who comes home and says ,"Harrow?" at my door.

He who can hear me snore at night through the cracks of my room.

He who is my pimp and I'm his crack ho.



He who thinks I'm really scary the first day I met him
and goes to LOVE me loads after that.

He who cooks lemon spagettie so me him and benji would
sit at a bustop on winters day,
with no coats,
and eat it.

He who is my barbeque man on my 21st birthday.

He who buys me roses on my Graduation.

He who helps me tidy my million shoes when he trips on them on the way upstairs.

He who loves taking amazingly fugly pictures of me and then laugh at it
at his own time.

He who calls me on the bus to tell me that he's sitting next to the
hot guy that we spotted the night before on the same bus.

He who walks with me to get my Dixy chicken.



He who makes it much more bearable living with boys.

He who holds on to my purse.
(haha.)

He who feeds me with chocolate.


I don't remember coming home with you that night.
where did you go!?!?!?!?

He who goes as my playdate to parties so I don't have to go alone.

He who approves my outfits
(if they are slutty enough)

He who helps me install this and that on my laptop.

He who draws a portrait of me and keeps it on his board.

He who writes little notes and packs it in with my million other
things and ship it back to me.

He who lets me and only me raid through his fridge and have ANYTHING I want.
hee

He who helps me pack my shipping boxes while I'm in
MALAYSIA.




He who was there at my every step till my last day in England.

He who truly has enough patience to put up with my shit for the past 2 years.

WHY DO YOU HAVE TO WORK IN ENGLAND?

COME BACK AND PLAY WITH ME LARRRRRRR.

TNSKNNBCCB.

miss you larh.

It's been amazing knowing you since day 1 :)


Ruff you rong time.

X

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Vikram

Right, so everyone asks me,

"Jo, who is this Vikram?"

"Have you gone completely insane?"

"Is he really imaginary?"


And my answer would be,

"Yes (so and so), I have gone completely mad.
And Vikram is my only friend (besides the roaches and ants that comes along in my handy bag everywhere I go)"

They all looked flabbergasted.

It's true.

I HAVE gone completely bonkers.

Vikram is the only one who understands.

Here are some more fun facts on Vikram:

1. Born on 29 April 1982

2. Adopted by Sri Lankan parents - Hence the name Vikram Krishnanmuthu

3. Real name's Tony Wong.

4. Half Thai, half chinese heritage.

5. Parents died in a car crash involving cows, hens and a suspicious looking cheese.

6. Likes : gossiping, women with thunder thighs, black ladies, rugby, painting, long walks at the mall, boxers - not briefs, Hugo Boss perfume, orange jelly, mathematics, jellyfish, white chocolates, pork rinds, swatch watches, family guy, lobster ravioli, roberto cavalli, cupcakes, chocolate indulgence, beyonce, katy perry, tattoos, picking acne, ginger cookies, procrastination, popped collars.

7. Dislikes : cheese, the sun, strangers, skinny bitches, open doors, clowns, silent darkness, chilli sauce, brown rice, chocolate ice cream, stretch marks, roaches, spiders, tight skinny jeans, eyeliner, PMS, politics, pencils, Times New Roman font, Elmo, Gianni Versace, prawns, the colour red, peppers, celery sticks, carrots, traffic lights, straight lines.

8. Occupation : Mattress tester.

9. 6ft2, kinda tubby, boyish goodlooks.

10. Has 2 cats named Teetsy and Mo.

11. Has a right nipple piercing.

12. A tattoo of a large surgical stitch along his backbone.

13. Has short curly hair (yeah I know he's asian)

14. Loves listening to psychedelical music.

15. On a never ending quest to save the world.

16. Lives on green jelly beans only.

17. Poops only wednesdays and thursdays.

18. Can belly dance.

19. Is secretly in love with Valen Hsu.

20. most overused phrase, "NAh-UH!"

By the way, Vikram says Hi.

X

Wednesday, December 3, 2008

Mulan

So I spent my night watching cartoon movies, so what?

I'm a big kid and I admit it!

hahahahahaha!

Disney does not produce enough cartoons to quench my satisfaction for colour motioned pictures with adult jokes!

So, after like a million years, I've decided to watch Mulan again.

I remembered when I was a little girl, 12 I think, my daddy would bring me for movies, KFCs, Starbucking and such.

That's cos he loves me the most, and I was the only kid around that had time to spend with him!

Anyways, my dad used to bring me for these cartoon movies, it was so fun, just me and him, 2 cokes, popcorn.

He would teach me to pull the straw up and down the cover of the drink, to make the squeeky noise just to piss everyone off.

He's such an example to follow!

Mulan is a chinese character in ancient history, of a young girl who goes to war, impersonating a man, in place of her old aged father.

This is what I call love.

This movie pretty much reflects many things about us in life.

We're this young girl.



We're plain, we're simple, we love cheating because we know we aren't smart, we are lazy, we love lazing about in bed, and getting our dogs (people) to do our jobs for us (feeding chickens etc etc)

Along comes family pride and honour to ruin our lives.

As it is, Family pride and honour is still very much alive in this country.
We have to make ourselves presentable, to look the best, and marry the cream of the crop
(aka rich gold mine bastard)
to please our parents and to make them proud.

We lose weight (something that I have yet to succeed), we dress up, we put on 4 inches thick of make up and heels, we pretend to act dainty, we eat slowly, we talk gently.

But we all know that when no one is looking or when we're alone in our rooms,
we love to walk around with nothing but our panties on, dig our noses, flick it, scratch our bum,
then our crotch, burp, fart, sit with legs wide open, yawn as widely as possible,

that is, do everything that boys do.

We are all the same.

The reason why we don't do it in front of boys is because of years of training to mould us into the model women that the society approves of.

So that we would become marriage material.

So, Mulan dresses up, goes to the match maker, is given a cricket for good luck,

and gets her family dishonoured for not being approved of being the perfect wife.



She then loses all faith in life, and decides that the person she is trying to be is not the person who she is.

Then Christina Aguilera's song comes on screen and makes us tear as deep down,
we all know that what we show to the world,
is actually not who we are.



So she wipes off her make up in front of the ancestral plate,
feels sorry for herself,
yada yada yada.

Our make up, the front we put up when we greet the whole world,
may not be the person whom we really are.
We act the way society wants us to act, so that we get the approval of everyone.

Admit it, we aim to please.

Ok, so China gets attacked by the Huns


(wait, aren't the current Chinese people labelled as Huns in the olden days?)

or are they Genghis Khans?

That's why the Emperor built the Wall of China to keep them out, kan?

Doesn't matter, we all know theres always a bad guy in everyone's live.

Ok, so her dad gets called into the Army to fight the bad guys.

She does not allow,
Her dad scolds her,
says she's dishonoured the family for stopping him and embarrassing him in public,
makes her feel like shit,
she cries.

You get the story.

Then she decides to be the hero and cut her hair to become a boy and go to war in place of her dad.



In a way, this is an act of filial piety.
She loves her dad, and knows that her dad is too old for this shit.
So she go act hero lah.

But Mulan does not go to war alone.
(well duh, for obvious reasons)



She has the lucky cricket, her steady steed and the annoying ancestral dragon - mushu.

Those 3 are like our friends.

We have Mushu.



Ever so annoying,
so bossy,
VERY VERY sacarstic,
Sometimes have hidden agendas for their own benefits but hide them really well.

But in the end, they still care a whole deal for you.

Sometimes they create trouble for you,


but other times they feed you.
(mushu always cracks me up)

Then we have the lucky cricket



The cricket is always there by your side,
they arent lucky, but they tell you they are,
so that you have a moral boost and confidence.

Just like alot of our friends,
they arent happy little bunnies within, but still they act happy so that YOU become happy.

Thats the whole theorum of cricket friends.

Gives you moral boosts.

Then we have the steady steed.


Always there by your side,
at your beck and call,
you can always rely on them to be there for you.

Sometimes they have pride and ego,
at times they don't like your other friends.

But they still try and get along for your well being.



You may fumble through life, do all the wrong things,
make your employees doubt your capabilities,

But you know for sure, that your trustee friends will ALWAYS be by your side watching out for you.



So she saves the day (China)
(the story is too long for me to actually go into)

and the Emperor tells the General
(whom she has a huge high school crush on)
(but General is mad at her for lying about being a man)
(there is a death penalty but he doesnt kill her)
(because he is confused about his feelings - for a man? woman?)
(is the General gay if he didnt know that she was a woman?)

NEVERMIND.

The Emperor told him,

"The flower that blooms in adversity, is the rarest"

That is to say, the flowers that blooms in the harshest of conditions, will be the rarest one of all.

Unfortunate circumstances will bring out who you really are within.

If you're a good one, the whole world will know, no matter how you look like.

But if you're just rotten within,
well,

good luck man.

Not forgetting what her father told her after she has dishonoured the family during the match making



He said,
"look, the only flower that has not bloomed yet.
But when it does,
it will be the most beautiful flower of all"
(pointing at the last Cherry Blossom)

So my dear readers, be you male or female,
do not worry that you have not started advancing in life when the rest of your peers have.

Because one day, you will too :)

Remember,

No matter how shitty life gets,

You'll always have your trustee friends with you.



If you seriously, honestly, don't have any friends,

then, I'm really sorry.

You mus be one sad, little person.

X

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Francessca Wong Pui See

F. Wong
D.O.B: Sometime in December, Year of Pig




I must say that I have been coerced into writing this wonderful blog about my best flen,
Flanny.

she has paid me to do this.

Hah, not.

Anyways, my best flen Flanny.
What can I say about her?

The first impression I had about her was,
"WTF?! Where did she come from?"

I first met Flanny aka Flancessca, Flan, Flannykins etc etc etc when we were in Year 2 of Uni.
This was Year 2005.

She sat alone at the front desk (wait, was she?) while Mr. Kalai thought us Tort. She looked so timid and shy. Others have commented that she was snobbish and proud looking (you know where I'm going) I thought she looked really cute and innocent, and for a moment I thought she was from China (from her porcelain fair skin and really kawaii fashion) or Japan.

Alot of our classmates have been condemning her on the first day they have met her based on their first impressions, but being Jo, I am flens with everyone. So I went up and spoke to her. She wasn't what other people said she was. Well if she was snobbish, she wouldn't have invited me to lunch right? So after class, she brought me to this Indian place for lunch. Mind you this was my first time out of campus for lunch (I know, I know, I'm such a country bumpkin). Flan of cos treated me lunch. I was so proud! No one has ever treated me lunch before!!! Knowing Flan, she is a smoker. And to be honest, she is the first flen I had that smoked. I felt so grown up then knowing that my group of social flens included someone cool and dangerous! (I have no friends except the boob squad. We were nerds.)

Right, from then on, our friendship blossomed. She taught me how to put on make up. I must stress at this moment that I was so ugly last time that only my mother loved me. Flan saved me from all the embarrassment. She taught me the importance of make up. Of cover ups. Of covering my flaws and emphasising my strengths. In a way, she taught me to be a stronger person than I was. She taught me to show the world only the good side of me. The bad side, you keep it away. No one has to know your weakness. They will only attack you with it.

I was this ugly duckling with various colours on my face. I used to have pink eye shadow at one point and Flan nearly shot my face for having it. She told me I was a fashion disaster.
I did not disagree.
One day, Flan decided to clear out her old make up. That was when she decided to donate some of her stuff to me.
It was the first time I ever had any real good make up.
She slowly taught me how to put them on, how to blend them in and how to brush it right.
Patiently, time after time, she never hesitated to help me improve my looks.
From then I gained my confidence.

You see, I have extremely bad skin conditions due to hormonal imbalances. Flan taught me how to overcome it and still be gorgeous.

Flan brought M.A.C to me.

M.A.C is amazing. Utterly amazing. Ranging from the powders to the eyeshadows to the lippy, Flan transformed me into a bearable looking person!

First she started on my face, then slowly she moved on to transforming my fashion.
I used to look like a homeless hippy, she used to say.

She was right.

I was looking through my wardrobe that day and I went,
"WTF was I thinking??????"

Flan has truly helped me transform into what I am today.
Without her,I would not know how to accentuate and deccentuate my flaws and my strengths.
Flan was cruelly honest.

If it looked shit on you, she'd tell you.

Flan takes pride in throwing cold hard truth/facts in your face.

That's the best part of being a best friend. Honesty.

When we went to England, Flan stayed by my side and took care of me. I have not been overseas before. She has carefully taken me under her wing. She fed me all the time.I will always remember the times when she fed me when I was poor and hungry. The times she treated me in Jasmine and Chicken Cottage.

At this point, everyone would slowly realise that I'm a cheapo:)

Flan would cook her best for me -but not eat it. This is how she remained skinny and me getting fatter. Sly fox she is, it didnt matter to me though, she just didn't want me going hungry.
(I'm not the best person when I'm hungry!)

We would spend our times going shopping after classes and then makan-ing after that.
We were like sisters.

We went clubbing and she'd always do my make up, make me uber gorgeous, pick the right clothes for me. I on the other hand would fend off scary pervy black men, pakistani or kebab men as we call them.

Note: I am not racist. But if you come up to me or my flen and start drying humping us, I will break your dick.

Even though we had ups and downs in our relationship, I always knew that Flan cared for me, even though she was always in her own world most of the time.
I was very touched the day when Flan realised that I stood by her even when she left me because of what other people said about me.

It is true Flan, I will never forsake you even if the whole world has forsaken you. I will always be by your side even if you don't want me anymore.

For all the things she has done for me, I will never leave her even if the whole world told me I am wrong not to do so.

The world has truly misunderstood Flan. I will not pour out what people have said about her. But I can vouch for her character.

Yes, she is competitive.
Yes, she is a fucking big bitch.
Yes, she is biased at times.
Yes, she has to be the best.

But Flan does not have an evil heart.

That is the best part about her.
She does not plot to harm you.
She is merely gullible to what others perceive.

That I understand.

Flan has been kind enough to take care of me these few years when I was on my own.
And for this lifetime, I will always be by you Flan.

You will always be my best flen no matter how much you H.H. me,
no matter how much shit you tell others about me,
no matter how much rubbish other people have told me about you.

X