Thanks to mom for waking me up this morning. Otherwise I would have missed another class. I asked her to break down my door if she must, and she almost did.

At last, I washed the car. Even sprayed garden mist in it. Baby is so shiny now. Can’t wait to drive it tomorrow. Hahaha.

Mopped every floor area in the house. Cleared up mess in my room. Uncluttered room breeds uncluttered mind. Know?

I’ve finally mastered hulahooping with my arms. Yay. Fucking painful though. But I will not stop until my arms shrink.

Dad’s raving about the divinity of Rotiboy’s mexican bun. Even went as far to suggest we start up a bakery shop. Too bad, he doesn’t realise that the fad’s probably over like, century ago? Sometimes I can’t help but be humoured by the naivety of my parents. And to think that one day I’ll morph into the exact replica of them. Hahaha.

What does it tell you about a man who utters “You’re too kind” when you say you love him?

Have you ever been told that you resemble a certain celebrity? Well, I have. Quite a number of times too. The first time it happened was about 5 years ago. A male friend told me that I looked like a certain motherly character in a baby cereal’s advertisement. It wasn’t flattering to say the least, but I did find out in the end that the mommy was quite a hot chick. And there it was, my maiden taste of pseudo fame.

Fast forward to recent years, I’m now being compared to this particular actress. A role in the movie ‘Cruel Intention’ catapulted her into stardom. She isn’t the prettiest girl in Hollywood, but mass appeal is the key, isn’t it?

Fellow collegemates and classmates have commented that I look like her, especially from my side profile. Some people I meet in clubs too are saying the same. Even my own friends agree, after squinting their eyes for hours of course. And some of you Xangans =P. Then, there are those who disagree completely. They usually roll their eyes or just laugh it away (how rude). Not to forget those who think that it’s “under certain lighting”.

So, on this terribly boring Sunday, I’ve decided to launch an investigation into the honesty of my friends and acquaintances. I shall use Miss Witherspoon’s and my picture to conduct a facial comparison. As it is an obvious fact that Miss Witherspoon is a caucasian while yours truly is a true blue (hrm yellow) chinese girl from Kuala Lumpur, I decided to utilise the magic of Adobe Photoshop and transform Miss W into an asian girl. Why not the other way round? Well, that’s because changing a brunette into a blonde is bloody tough, at least for me.

Nobody compares a swan to a duck, right? Since my world is a fair and lovely world, I did away with the eyebags and added some colours to my face. Here goes….

So what do you think? I honestly think there is not an inch of resemblance, except for our slightly protruding chins. And it ends there.

Next, the original pictures for the shock factor. Hahaha.

So tell me, which famous person do you resemble?

The ball was fun. Too bad I had to leave early, cause my Dad was so punctual for the first time in his life. Here are some pics. This is probably the disappointing part. So chubby. I look probably 10 pounds heavier than I really am. Or maybe I am in denial. Hahahahaha. Well, next year I’ll post pictures of a hot chick. That’s right, I’m going to be a hot chick. Stay tuned…

Standing from left : Brian, Song Yia, Me

Seated from left : Wei Ket, Carmen, Sook San, Hansen

Me, Song Yia, Morten

Me, Morten, Ma Ning

Lawrence, Me

More pictures to come.

p/s: Am removing the music. Loads so slow!

I had no idea Lycos has such a cool mp3 database. Thanks, dear. So, here is one of my favourite songs. I always sing it while I hang the laundry. Most often than not, I cry while I do so (when I sing it, not when I hang laundry). Go figure.

Incubus - I Miss You

To see you,

when I wake up is a gift

I didn’t think could be real.

To know that you feel the same

as I do is a three-fold utopian dream.

You do something to me

that I can’t explain.

So would I be out of line

if I said, I miss you…

I see your picture,

I smell your skin on

the empty pillow next to mine.

You have only been gone

ten days, but already I’m

wastin’ away.

I know I’ll see you

again, whether far

or soon.

But I need you

to know that I care

and I miss you.

Okay, just changing the “i” ‘ to “I” is making my eyes heavy. Isn’t it creepy how songs could spell out exactly what you’re feeling?