Going hip hop crazy!
Hey there my fellow bloggers, am so sorry for the late posts! i have been busy studying for exams, that little did i know time past by so fast that its already the next day, and its time to write another blog. Anyways...
Have you ever wondered what would happen to this world if everyone went hip hop crazy? We would have loads of Jay Zs and Missy Eliots walking around the streets partying till the wee hours of the day. Imagine having the whole town changed into a hip hop street night. Cars would be painted to suit backstreet hip hop artistic ideas. The traffic lights will change to tune to hip hop songs. Each beat of the song will change the colours of the light. Every night a huge disco ball that blasts hip hop music will hang from the pale sky that would be lighted with different neon colours moving around the area. Nights would be called the ghetto night town as the whole town is turned into a disco. People dont have to pay to go into clubs, they can just dance on the streets as there would be blasting hip hop tracks coming from the disco ball. Some ghetto night hostess would dress up as hip as Lil Kim can get going around taking your drink orders. Your drinks charge would be paid simply by making a cool dance move, that gets the crowds attention. This would be just like a free clubbing night.
Imagine going to school and learning how to dance hip hop. The teachers would be more of hip hop dancers, like Jessica Alba. Kids would watch movies like Honey and U've got served to boost their enthusiam in hip hop dancing. It would be a state rule that everyone who lives in the state would have to know how to dance hip hop. Our education minister would be Wade Robson. Valid Victorians would get a chance to be featured on Wade's show. Scholarships would be offered by the Wade academy of hip hop dancers. So what you think? Aint this something to be studying hard for?
Lol....This is just a crazy hip hop dream. Plan on meeting Ja Rule on the streets, then hope this dream comes true!
Wednesday, August 18, 2004
Monday, August 16, 2004
Let it snow!
Let it snow!
Let it snow! Let it snow! Let it snow! I always wished i could have a moment in snow. I would role in the snow, make snow balls for snow fights, build a snow empire and on top of all make a giant snowman with a corny face. Oh how i long for that moment... I have always dreamt of making an ice tower where i could sit right on the top and send flying kisses to the world or then again i could throw all the giant snow balls i make and start a war. heheheheh.. It would be called the feline tower. My tower would be made out of ice with thick purple border designs of cat paws. It would go as high as half of the KL tower. The roof would be made out of thousands oak tree leaves stuck onto an arch shaped ice block that formed the top. And on top of the roof there would be an egyptian cat symbolising the feline tower. There would be a glass window that surrounds the toppest part of the tower which could be opened to throw snowballs or just to feel the cool breeze. I would climb the tower right to the top and admire the view of the snowy roads, hills, and people playing in the snow. And when i get bored i shall start the snow war. People would have to pay the recipe to the perfect limited fiona's fairy tale ice cream from baskin robins if they wished to climb my tower. Only the perfect recipe will open the doors to my tower. Now i cant wait to make my dream come true. As for the moment i shall long for the moment where i get to have a moment in snow. So let it snow!!!!!
Let it snow! Let it snow! Let it snow! I always wished i could have a moment in snow. I would role in the snow, make snow balls for snow fights, build a snow empire and on top of all make a giant snowman with a corny face. Oh how i long for that moment... I have always dreamt of making an ice tower where i could sit right on the top and send flying kisses to the world or then again i could throw all the giant snow balls i make and start a war. heheheheh.. It would be called the feline tower. My tower would be made out of ice with thick purple border designs of cat paws. It would go as high as half of the KL tower. The roof would be made out of thousands oak tree leaves stuck onto an arch shaped ice block that formed the top. And on top of the roof there would be an egyptian cat symbolising the feline tower. There would be a glass window that surrounds the toppest part of the tower which could be opened to throw snowballs or just to feel the cool breeze. I would climb the tower right to the top and admire the view of the snowy roads, hills, and people playing in the snow. And when i get bored i shall start the snow war. People would have to pay the recipe to the perfect limited fiona's fairy tale ice cream from baskin robins if they wished to climb my tower. Only the perfect recipe will open the doors to my tower. Now i cant wait to make my dream come true. As for the moment i shall long for the moment where i get to have a moment in snow. So let it snow!!!!!
Sunday, August 15, 2004
Jean Pierre
Jean Pierre
This is Jean Piere. Jean Pierre is my fighting fish which i bought on the 4th of July this year. Its radiant shades of blue and purple gives him an elegant look that helps it live up to its name. This breed of fighting fish is known as the siamese fighting fish. Siamese fighting fish are best known for their explosive male rivalries.
The mating habits of a fighting fish are known to vary in different species. The siamese fighting fish are mouth brooders. With each of these species the female will produce a small number eggs and the male takes them into his mouth. The male will carry the eggs, going without food, until they hatch. Even then, the male will continue to carry the young in his mouth until they can swim freely in their habitat. Talk about a man bringing up the kids, a fighting fish can be your example.
It is sad though, the life of a fighting fish seems rather lonely. Looking at Jean Pierre everyday, i feel sorry for him as he lives a rather lonely life. I would buy him a mate, but he would probably just kill her. Thats why they are called fighting fish. As lonely as it may seem, Jean Pierre still looks as elegant as ever among the red stones and the green money plant which he loves playing with.
This is Jean Piere. Jean Pierre is my fighting fish which i bought on the 4th of July this year. Its radiant shades of blue and purple gives him an elegant look that helps it live up to its name. This breed of fighting fish is known as the siamese fighting fish. Siamese fighting fish are best known for their explosive male rivalries.
The mating habits of a fighting fish are known to vary in different species. The siamese fighting fish are mouth brooders. With each of these species the female will produce a small number eggs and the male takes them into his mouth. The male will carry the eggs, going without food, until they hatch. Even then, the male will continue to carry the young in his mouth until they can swim freely in their habitat. Talk about a man bringing up the kids, a fighting fish can be your example.
It is sad though, the life of a fighting fish seems rather lonely. Looking at Jean Pierre everyday, i feel sorry for him as he lives a rather lonely life. I would buy him a mate, but he would probably just kill her. Thats why they are called fighting fish. As lonely as it may seem, Jean Pierre still looks as elegant as ever among the red stones and the green money plant which he loves playing with.
Longer life span being sick
Longer life span being sick
Being sick is not so bad after all. Some stats in America show that people who fall sick frequently tend to live longer than people who dont. I know it sounds silly, but its a fact. People who frequently fall sick become more immune to loads of different types of antibiotics. This helps their body fight different kinds of bacterias as well as flus. Ironically people who dont usually fall sick tend to have a shorter life span than those who do. Stats show that these people dont die through sickness but instead, other ways. I hate being sick, but after looking at these statistics, i dont think i hate being sick all that much. So can we really live up the phrase,"an apple a day keeps the doctor away?"
Being sick is not so bad after all. Some stats in America show that people who fall sick frequently tend to live longer than people who dont. I know it sounds silly, but its a fact. People who frequently fall sick become more immune to loads of different types of antibiotics. This helps their body fight different kinds of bacterias as well as flus. Ironically people who dont usually fall sick tend to have a shorter life span than those who do. Stats show that these people dont die through sickness but instead, other ways. I hate being sick, but after looking at these statistics, i dont think i hate being sick all that much. So can we really live up the phrase,"an apple a day keeps the doctor away?"
Saturday, August 14, 2004
As innocent as strawberries
As innocent as strawberries
Strawberries....yummy! Did you know that strawberries are often known as the most innocent fruit? Ever heard of the saying, " as innocent as strawberries" ? Well this is because a strawberry survives only in a specific temperature. Not too cold and not too hot. Even the slighest change in temperature can change the sweetness of a strawberry. Thats why strawberries in Cameron Higlands, Malaysia often produce a sweet-sour taste. The temperature is not right to produce the right taste of a sweet ripe strawberry. Being the only fruit in the world that is like this, has made it the most innocent fruit. It did not ask to be like it is, it was born as it is. But no matter how sweet or sour strawberry taste, i guess its still up to the individual to decide how tasty it is. After all we all have our own taste buds!
Strawberries....yummy! Did you know that strawberries are often known as the most innocent fruit? Ever heard of the saying, " as innocent as strawberries" ? Well this is because a strawberry survives only in a specific temperature. Not too cold and not too hot. Even the slighest change in temperature can change the sweetness of a strawberry. Thats why strawberries in Cameron Higlands, Malaysia often produce a sweet-sour taste. The temperature is not right to produce the right taste of a sweet ripe strawberry. Being the only fruit in the world that is like this, has made it the most innocent fruit. It did not ask to be like it is, it was born as it is. But no matter how sweet or sour strawberry taste, i guess its still up to the individual to decide how tasty it is. After all we all have our own taste buds!
Thursday, August 12, 2004
Enjoying a hair treatment
Enjoying a hair treatment
I was browsing through the internet and i found an interesting study done by Cambridge University that only 35% of Women today enjoy sitting at a saloon for hours getting a hair treatment. I am one of the few women in that 35% category. Never did i know this till today, when after spending already 4 hours in the saloon treating my hair, a question was raised on how women have the patience to sit for long hours at saloons. I used to be able to answer that saying its the same way how people sit in front of the tv for long hours. Talking to a couple of girlfriends today, i realised that among the 6 of us i was the only one who enjoyed sitting at the saloon for hours. Its funny out of the 6, i always seemed like the least fashionable one. These girls did modelling, fashion designing, love to gossip and fancy the talk of make overs, but ironically they become restless after only an over has passed. Sounds strange as they seem like the types used to it but the fact still remains true. Yet i still am one who enjoys pleasuring myself, treating my hair at a saloon. I dont care how long it takes, as long as i leave looking GOOD. It also feels good to be part of the minority and knowing you look good. When you look good, you feel good!
I was browsing through the internet and i found an interesting study done by Cambridge University that only 35% of Women today enjoy sitting at a saloon for hours getting a hair treatment. I am one of the few women in that 35% category. Never did i know this till today, when after spending already 4 hours in the saloon treating my hair, a question was raised on how women have the patience to sit for long hours at saloons. I used to be able to answer that saying its the same way how people sit in front of the tv for long hours. Talking to a couple of girlfriends today, i realised that among the 6 of us i was the only one who enjoyed sitting at the saloon for hours. Its funny out of the 6, i always seemed like the least fashionable one. These girls did modelling, fashion designing, love to gossip and fancy the talk of make overs, but ironically they become restless after only an over has passed. Sounds strange as they seem like the types used to it but the fact still remains true. Yet i still am one who enjoys pleasuring myself, treating my hair at a saloon. I dont care how long it takes, as long as i leave looking GOOD. It also feels good to be part of the minority and knowing you look good. When you look good, you feel good!
Wednesday, August 11, 2004
Romeo
Romeo
This purple bear's name is Romeo. Romeo is staying in New Zealand currently. The picture you see is him in his winter cap. He named his winter cap beanie. Apparently beanie went missing when his owner snuggled up with him tightly one night. "Its freezing in New Zealand!" Romeo complains. hehehehe... well he looks like he could use a big warm hug. Isnt that what bears are for? to be hugged?
This purple bear's name is Romeo. Romeo is staying in New Zealand currently. The picture you see is him in his winter cap. He named his winter cap beanie. Apparently beanie went missing when his owner snuggled up with him tightly one night. "Its freezing in New Zealand!" Romeo complains. hehehehe... well he looks like he could use a big warm hug. Isnt that what bears are for? to be hugged?
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