Now, with this nomination, I feel obliged to make my blog even more entertaining in order to live up to expectations.
Not that it’s a bad thing. It has been my goal since Day 1 to entertain people. Being selected as a finalist in this blog awards validates all my efforts so far and I’m very thankful to the organisers for picking me!
If you’ve ever enjoyed reading my blog, please vote for me!
And help me blog about it to spread the word if you can!
And to the beautiful few who liberally sprinkled glowing testimonials of me and the Goonfather in your arguments, thank you deeply. You’re the best! I’m touched by your show of friendship!
Rachel, Wang Wang, Minou, Chong
Finally, to the three very special cousins in my life, with whom I grew up, played and bickered endlessly. Thank you for jumping to my defence. I didn’t even know you read my blog (except Monster)! You’ll always be my bestest and dearest cousins!
Monster, HaLLoweeN, Joanne
Oh, wait, there is actually one more person I need to thank.
Thank you, karen, for providing me and my readers with two days of amusement. The selfless way you threw yourself into the line of fire is very admirable.
Alrighty, now, if you’re wondering, the answer is no. I’m not upset at all by the words uttered by karen the hermaphrodite.
I feel sorry for people who get off on indiscrimately insulting everyone that crosses their paths. They are bitter, lonely individuals who need our sympathy and help and love. There’s absolutely no need to get upset with them.
Nevertheless, I feel comforted and loved by all you people who rose to my defence. That is the silver lining in this absurd mess, and my life is all the better for it! Thank you again. Love you all.
I was having tea with Ely one leisurely afternoon when she suddenly pointed behind me and exclaimed in shock, “OYO!!”
I don’t know what kind of an exclamation that was. It was part fear, part amazement, part apocalyptic.
It gave me a scare.
I thought maybe someone was creeping up behind me to try to sell me a gym membership (gym membership salesmen being the new insurance agents) because I look like I really need to go to the gym.
I turned around and followed Ely’s finger. There was something creeping behind me, alright.
I released a more universally understood exclamation.
“OMG!” I exclaimed.
For the next 10 seconds, both of us gaped in astonishment as this little guy walked past our table.
“Poor thing!!!” cried Ely in sympathy.
It was a balding bird.
“So cute!!” I gushed.
The little bird strolled past nonchalantly, enjoying the afternoon sun.
He looks cute to me but I wonder if he gets shunned in avian country.
When I was writing this post, the Goonfather saw the picture on my screen and exclaimed, “Hey! Where did you get a chicken?”
“It’s not a chicken lah!” I narrowed my eyes at him.
“It IS a chicken!” he insisted. “It has bird flu.”
“It a mynah!” I said.
“It looks like it’s trying to be a vulture,” the Goonfather shared.
I tried to take a video of it but the little guy didn’t like it and kept running off and hiding behind chair and table legs so I only managed to get a clear shot of it for like three seconds in the beginning.
I guess I wouldn’t like it either if some strange girl who looks like she needs a gym membership were to start following me around with a video camera.
Welcome to another edition of Gamer Girl Friday! To those of you who have been supporting this little project of mine (silently or vocally), thank you very much! The reason I’m still going strong is you!
I haven’t had much of grand editorial plan for GGF so far. Like, I don’t plan my issues ahead and I just kinda write whatever appeals to me at the moment.
So, I know I’m not producing the best work I can, but I can only get better with your help.
Writing quality content, while having fun doing it, is my ultimate goal.
Sheylara couldn’t wait to bop enemies on the head with her new hammer.
“HWAH!! Come to momma!”
Excitedly, she wandered off in search of an enemy.
The ditzy barbarian girl came upon a one-armed man who looked rather like a statue.
“Hi!” Sheylara said chirpily. “Are you an enemy?”
“Um, no,” said the man. “Why should I be an enemy?”
“Aww, are you sure you’re not an enemy?”
“Are you very, very, absolutely sure?”
“Lady, see here now! I’m a one-armed man who looks rather like a statue, for goodness’ sake! Why would I be your enemy??”
“I don’t know. I just thought, maybe.”
“I quite assure you that I’m not an enemy.”
Dejectedly, Sheylara wandered off to see if she might not find an enemy before too long.
Soon, she came upon a muscular red-haired man.
“Are you an enemy?” Sheylara asked doubtfully.
“Nope,” said the man. “I am the famous Captain Redrik, scourge of the southern coasts. If I have slain one of yer loved ones and it’s revenge ye seek, then a duel to yer death it is!”
“Well, you didn’t exactly…”
“If ye have business with me, speak!”
Fortunately for Sheylara, she possessed at least half an ounce of brain matter, which advised her that she’d better leave well (and beefy captains) alone.
She decided to get on with seeking her destiny, as the lady in white in the previous episode had told her.
As she plodded along in search of the island in the south, a dodgy character pssted her.
“What’s with this city and psst?” asked Sheylara rhetorically.
“Lady,” said a man with a strange cape that covered his chin and a bit of his nose.
“Hi,” Sheylara responded.
“I am Idogbe. Heard of me?”
“Aww, dang,” lamented the man. “Do you think I should start a blog? Bloggers seem to get famous quite easily these days.”
“I suppose,” said Sheylara. “I will read your blog if you tell me where the island is.”
“Awesome! The harbor is just right there! Leave comments, too, will ya?”
“Sure, if I’m not too busy. I gotta find some enemies to bop on the head, as you can tell, seeing as I got a bigass hammer and all.”
So, off to the harbor Sheylara went. She spotted a grouchy guard standing guard.
“Oh, hello!” she waved.
The guard ignored her.
“Hellooooo,” waved Sheylara again. “Tell me about the harbor!”
“Harbor’s not your business, stranger. Leave me alone.”
Sheylara considered momentarily hitting the surly guard over the head with her hammer, then thought better of it. He did have a silly-looking spiky thing on his head and she didn’t want to break her new hammer.
“You people in this city aren’t very friendly,” she told the guard. “I shan’t bother with the lot of you anymore!”
It was then that the disillusioned barbarian girl decided it was a good time to go for a midnight swim.
After all, what was a swimsuit for if not for swimming in?
“Last one in’s a rotten egg!” she cried to no one in particular and jumped into the water.
“Ahhhhhh,” Sheylara luxuriated, all the stresses of the day washing off her.
She swam and swam.
And enjoyed the caressing waters.
And suddenly found herself on an island.
“Ooh, I found my island!”
First order of business was to take some touristy camwhore photos.
“Nice! Now, what shall I do on this island?”
Wandering around, she spotted an old man sitting by a campfire.
“Ooh, maybe that’s an enemy I can try my hammer on!
Happily, she ran towards the old man.
“Are you an enemy?” she asked.
Startled out of his reverie, the old man said, “Of course not, you dumb blonde. Now sit down and listen to my story because I’m part of your destiny quest.”
While listening to a somewhat long and tedious story, Sheylara camwhored. She was kinda getting into it.
Before long, the storytelling old man lulled her into a drowsy daze and she eventually fell into a dreamless slumber, all thoughts of quests and hammers and camwhoring forgotten.
Once again, Sheylara wasted another episode of Adventures of Sheylara the Barbarian not doing anything very exciting, but that’s the way the story goes.
At least, she felt, her life is a little bit more fun than that of the old man whose grandfather story put her to sleep.
Ask me any gaming-related questions! Post them in the comments or e-mail me, I don’t really care. I will try to answer all questions (unless I get like 500 questions a day).
Alex Tung asks a general question:
If I had to decide between Nintendo Wii and a PSP, which one should I get? I am not into cute games… not much of a Guitar Hero fan too… I like RPGs with fantasy/magic/dungeons & dragons themes and stuff. The last time i bought a console (PS2), it ended up rotting in my storeroom after a year. So… any sort of advice is appreciated.
See, the thing is, if you really like RPGs, you wouldn’t have let your PS2 rot in the storeroom because the PS2 was, like, famous for its great library of RPGs (e.g. Final Fantasy). So I’m going to assume that the reason that happened was because you didn’t have time to play games.
If that’s the case, then the PSP will be a better choice because it’s portable. You can play on the go, while waiting in queues, while waiting for your girlfriend, or whenever. Well, of course, the PSP also has more RPGs than the Wii.
Wii has the monopoly on cute games. So if you’re not into cute games, your Wii will just rot in the storeroom together with your PS2, I think.
Wishbone asks a camwhore question:
For a person who isn’t that photogenic, how would you tell him/her how to pose for photos?
Everyone has a good side. Just take tons of photos, try all kinds of angles and all kinds of smiles and expressions to find the best one! Yes, it may sound strange, but looking good in photos requires practice just like everything else.
If that’s not working, then wear makeup, or wear a mask.
Apoorv Khatreja asks a comparison question:
If you had to choose a favorite, which one would you choose – GTA IV or Super Mario (The classic version for SNES)?
Definitely GTA IV. I’ve never been much of a Super Mario fan, although I do like some of the characters like the mushrooms and goomba.
But GTA beats everything else hands down, anyway!
junkie asks a Super Mario Bros question:
Did you play Super Mario Bros (the wildly popular one in the 90s), and if so, did you ever finish (I couldn’t because mum would yell at me to STOP PLAYING NOW before I even came close!)? If so, what happens at the end? I was convinced that this game was programmed to go on forever.
Eh, what’s the fascination with Super Mario, you guys? The only Super Mario games I like are the party games! Hehe. Like the one on the Wii where it’s like a board game (Mario Party 8) and also the board game one on the DS.
I don’t generally like 2D side-scrolling games, and I find endless coin collecting very annoying.
What a shame your mum never let you finish it, though. You should have told her that she needs to let you rescue Princess Peach if she ever wants to have a daughter-in-law and cute grandchildren.
Fridays used to mean nothing to me since I don’t have a regular job and, like, every day was a weekend to me.
But now that I’ve suddenly gotten very busy with activities and freelance work, I’ve had to specially put aside weekends for friends and family and fun. Now I look forward to Fridays (and weekends) very much!
Hey, don’t forget to go to VivoCity tomorrow for the UEFA EURO 2008 PS3 tournament! It’s happening from 12 pm till 7 pm at the East Court. I will be there from 12 pm to about 3 pm! Come say hi to me if you spot me!
Remember my recent post about this stranger who sent me a rude Facebook message? If you haven’t read it, go read it here first.
I think Solomon Yeow read my blog because I just got another message from him!
Here’s the original message together with the new message (which I received an hour ago):
I went to check out his profile again. It seems like he has deleted all his profile info (except basic details) and all Facebook apps.
I guess he didn’t like my readers making fun of his words.
Actually, I should give him props for taking it in his stride and not getting all upset with me for creating all that negative publicity for him.
He’s a jolly good fellow and all that.
But now, I want to highlight some links that my readers shared with me, which kinda sheds light on this subject.
K shared this link. It’s a page on this site called Art of Seduction (OMG), which lists a few choice messages you should send to females who put up personal ads in places like dating websites.
Solomon Yeow copied two of these messages wholesale and put them into his message to me.
Well, what the hell is going on here?
So, some dodgy con artist is teaching guys around the world to be rude, arrogant pricks? Pardon my language. Now I’m not pissed off with Solomon Yeow anymore. I’m pissed off with these stupid so-called seduction gurus.
They’re making the world a worse place than ever!
Stan alerted me to this book called The Game by Neil Strauss, which supposedly spreads more of such evil around the world.
Why can I never get a straight answer from a man? We’re planning a trip to Guernsey (an island) dead early tomorrow morning, so I need to know what time we have to leave so I can set my alarm.
Me: What time do we have to leave home?
Piers: No earlier than an hour before the time we have to be there – which is an hour before we sail (6 am).
Took me 11 minutes of questioning, during which time I got more riddles, before I received the answer: 4 am.
Piers “invented” a really delicious Asian snack combo: Prawn crackers with hoisin sauce! So proud of him!
I also found this awesome lemongrass-flavoured prawn crackers at Tesco. From Netherlands, but makers were Indoneisan settlers. Tastes so great when you dip into hoisin sauce (sparingly)!
Yeah I know my photos are missing from my blog header. Looks very funny, doesn’t it?
Nanny Wen (aka Buggy Wen aka Davienne) says it reminds her of Harry Potter’s moving picture people.
Guess my photos are taking a break. They’ve gone into hiding because it’s been raining a lot in England and the weather forecast says it’s going to hail tomorrow.
IN THE MIDDLE OF SUMMER!
Crazy or not.
I thought I’d be in discomfort for a year because I was finding it impossible to get used to Invisalign in my mouth. But just 11 days into it, I hardly feel it anymore.
Was playing on my iPad before bed last night when I suddenly couldn’t feel plastic in my mouth and for one horrifying moment, thought that I had forgotten to put my aligners back on after dinner, which was ages ago.
Turned out it’s just my mouth has started to adapt.
Quote of the day
Me: I want a pet duckling!
Piers: LOL why!!!
Me: Cos they’re so cute.
Piers: All baby things are cute! Except babies.
A transport provider in the UK just sent me an e-mail asking me to take part in an online survey to help improve services.
So I go there and answer two questions (age and last time I used the service) and they say:
“Thank you for your time. Unfortunately, you do not qualify for the survey as this time around we are looking to survey our more senior customers (over 60) only.”
Was googling the difference between biscuits and cookies and got linked to a Yahoo! Answers page. This guy’s answer made me LOL.
“The difference between the biscuit and the cookie is the Atlantic.
Plus, American biscuit more like a savory scone
Plus English biscuit is an American cookie.
Plus English or American cookie is in your computer to do stuff that no one really understands.”
Being too ambitious (or greedy). Two heaped bowls of ricotta and spinach tortelloni in bolognese sauce, with six sausages and three baby zucchinis thrown into the mix. A roll of garlic bread and a bottle of wine. Delicious!
Yay I got white tulips! My favouritest flowers. :)
England has the most beautiful flowers. Tulips and roses in white with pale pink. Gerberas in strawberry milk pink. Makes me happy!
Just read in detail about foot binding in ancient China. I always thought they just wrapped up the feet during infancy to stop them from growing.
But, no! They wait till the girl is 4-7 years old, then break her toes and arch bones so that the toes can curl under the sole. Without anaesthesia.
After wrapping the monstrous creation tightly, the girl is then forced to walk on her broken feet so her weight can help crush them into shape. The feet are crushed and rebound daily for like two years! WTF is wrong with people?!