My second semester had finally ended and I would be more than thankful not to be questioned about my performance. Not that I did badly-I just think I deserve to enjoy my break without much unwanted thoughts. Live now and worry later or die worrying. Peace.
My entries are getting less specific. It's no longer narrowed down into something particular or precise. Just how? Well, I think I now talk truckloads of bullshit to generate enough biomass energy to power a continent. Such exaggeration. For example, I've always wanted to say this....
Our new fifty ringgit note reminds me a lot of the Hell Bank Note.
Is hell really the direction our country is heading towards?
No! Not yet! Not before I get to savour Penang's Duck Egg Char Kuey Teow. Yes, food is probably the only reason why I love my country. Kidding.
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Trends, as you know, can get more quirky and weird than Marilyn Manson and Perez Hilton combined. The men corsets by Gaultier is just off the hook and Prada's thigh-high boots are cool, but probably only Lady Gaga can pull it off. That aside. Now, theoretically speaking, potbellies are the hottest thing in town (well, in Brooklyn at least.) I think metrosexuals can all choose to die now. At least they die beautifully. Just imagine having a belly that could give pregnant ladies a run for their money on the runways next season. After that all the males in the world would start emulating the trend and ditch the gym for McDonalds.
Well, that would never happen anyway. Unless Giorgio Armani had nervous breakdown and cast these Brooklyn men for his shows. I wouldn't mind it though. It's about time the muscle man trend come to an end.
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G.I. Joe was a pretty entertaining movie to watch. Totally worth the 11 bucks spent (But, Cathay I still want to know why I didn't get the 6 bucks early bird price even when I watched the morning show.) It's a guy's kind of movie. With the piu piu piu bang bang bang boom boom boom. With this movie, Transformers can go to hell with our country. Political satire, failed.
Okay, doing this entry just wasted an hour of my life. I think this post really matches my title. Whimsical, Risque and Enfant Terrible. So childish. I like. Whee! I sound like Anabel now.
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