Taketh Presente Photographes

to zer0: i wouldn't call the randomly decorated cakes at Cosafe "exquisite culinary art", especially if i was the one making it.

i don't understand just why some people (women in particular) take pleasure in taking pictures of their food. come on, it's just food, you're going to eat it and it's going to come out from your behind and would you take a picture of THAT? when a dish comes up to that person, she would whip out her camera or handphone and take a picture of the dish. and i've seen this behaviour since secondary school, not only in my classmates but in other customers in the restaurants i've been to.

it's just FOOD!!! no point being sentimental about FOOD!!! the only reason i'd take a picture of my food is when i spot a cockroach in it and i want to report it with proof. but no, i see tons and tons of blogs with pictures of food and captions like, "oh, i ate this today!" like as if WE CARE. okay, maybe some people care what this particular person ate, since i see a whole lot of blogs of which their owners chronicle their lives to minute detail, e.g. "today i woke up at 6 am, so damn early, brushed my teeth and while brushing my teeth i heard my parents waking up. grabbed a slice of bread to eat on the way, but wasted some time deciding which shoes to wear. in the end i chose the red converse sneakers with white laces, blah blah blaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah..." but now, you have pictures of what they ate!!!

i shall try to rationalize their actions. is it, by taking a picture of their food, it would recapture the memory of eating it? that, when they are stuck cold and starving, trapped under tons of rubble in the case of a terrorist attack, they can whip out their handphones and look at the pictures and recall the time they had chicken chop at Marche? and by remembering the feeling of eating, it would satiate them and fill them with the strength to survive?

NO!!

anyway enough ranting. talking about pictures, i have some pictures that's not of food to share. it's CNY 2007 in malaysia. yes, i spent the eve and the first half of the first day in malaysia, cos my paternal grandparents lived there. it was boring, and i spent most of the time sleeping. but while i wasn't sleeping, there were some pictures taken of me. here are some of them.

ending the previous year with a vigorous yuri-themed gropefest.

the only picture of my mother she consented me to put up, because this was the only flattering shot of her. we look alike, don't we?

my cousin Canny on the right. ever since she went to KL to study we hardly see her (except on CNY). it's not that i'm taller than her. i'm just standing on the curb.

S Club 6. meaning, Singles Club 6. from left, Irene, me, Maddy, Canny, Jake and GH. Jake's my brother. it's not a flattering shot of him. whoever took this picture didn't have a steady hand. anyway, why we're called S Club 6 is because we're the unattached and unmarried of our generation (not including the under-18s).

shortly after this picture was taken, i went back to Singapore.

it felt good to be back in civilization.

Taketh Olde Photographes

was looking through old pictures, and found this one:

damn! i wish i hadn't cut my hair! i miss the days when my hair was a rapunzel-length mass of curls. this was taken CNY 2006 in malaysia.

this is how i looked back in 2004, and this is my face when frozen half my ass off.


people always wanted to know how i looked in my secondary school uniform (it's Anderson, not some convent school).


well. hey there.

Udders Giveth Me The Shudders, Tits Giveth Me The...

once upon a time, i wanted big breasts. i wanted them really big, like anime boobs. my rationale was that if my breasts were so big, it would make every other part of my body look smaller. anyway, now that i've discovered the joys of padding, i've more or less given up on that dream (although i get temporary moments of depression, especially during the undressing process, when all my artificial appendages and coverings are removed and i'm left with my true, flawed body), i still look at my girlfriend's chest and ogle at them and wish i had something that impressive on me too.

the most beautiful breasts i've ever seen were those of my Oneesama's. and i haven't actually seen them in their naked glory, only that one time when she was wearing a really low-cut dress. and her skin made a huge impact. it was white and creamy and completely flawless, just like tofu, the silken kind. naturally my eyes were drawn to that amazing expanse of white skin gently undulating over the globes of her mammaries, so much so that she noticed it and said, "you know, you're not too bad yourself."

heh. maybe it's me, maybe it's the 3-inch thick synthetic sponge.

i had a friend who had 3 nipples. well, next to having humongous melons, having 3 nipples sound like a good deal to me. most people don't get the concept, they keep asking her, "wait, so do you have 3 breasts?" nope, she has 2 breasts, the 3rd nipple isn't attached to any boob, it's just on the skin of her chest. but isn't it cute?

but what i feel is such a pity are inverted nipples. i don't know, i just think they are sad. i've never seen how an inverted nipple look like, but just the idea of having a nipple that goes in instead of stick out is just...tragic.

why am i talking about mammaries? i don't know.

fake boobs? don't do it! one day you'd be getting all hot and heavy with your man, and he squeeze that thing so hard it'll fly out of your mouth.