Perkier Than You

The Thing About Size and Men...

2009-11-03T01:30:00.001+08:00

Spending an afternoon with a bunch of straight guys made me forget that I almost have to tone down my ~~bitchiness~~ honesty just 'cause straight guys 'don't get it', unlike my gay friends.

Anyway, I had plans to meet up with the boys, *Beavis and *Butthead, at a coffee shop. I drove up in the Ford Hurricane, which usually draws a lot of unwanted attention to me because of my hobbit-like stature.

*Beavis: Isn't that truck a lil too big for a tiny girl like you?

That drew fits of laughter amongst the boys, which, I'm not going to deny, shattered me emotionally.

Cheap shot, boys. You know that scene where a boy kicks a girl in the crotch and he's expecting the girl to react the same way he does when he gets kicked in the nuts, but that doesn't happen coz HELLO! girls don't have balls, and then he gets a knock-out punch from the girl in return? Yeah, isn't that some funny shit?

Oh hold on, did I just say, "shattered me emotionally?" Me, shatter emotionally? Must be the crazy pills talking.

Anyhoo, I felt that it was my duty as a servant of god, that I gave these boys a lesson on size and perception.

Perky: Hey *Beavis, that Audi Q7 is yours, isn't it?
*Beavis: Yeah. Isn't she a babe?
Perky: Yeah, totally. I guess you must get a lot of stares from people, right?
*Beavis: Oh hell yeah. That's why I got it in the first place.
Perky: Right. There's nothing like that high you get when people comment "Omg, check out that dude driving the Audi. Guess he bought it so people won't pay attention to his face".
*Beavis: I'm not ugl....my mother said I was her pride an...
Perky: Does it not bother you when people ask you, instead of spending all that money on a car, why don't you do something about your buck teeth and ape-like nostrils?

Then I turn to my next victim, *Butthead.

Perky: Hey *Butthead, you're slightly bigger than the average Malaysian, right?
*Butthead: I don't like where this is going, but yeah.
Perky: Do you not feel cramped up in your Kelisa?
*Butthead: Hey I fit in it just fine. I'm comfortable in it. It gets me to places. It's a fuel-saving car.
Perky: Wow, you actually have to psych yourself up every time you get into your car, huh? Doesn't it make you feel small when you see me driving in my truck? Think of all that leg room, all that height and all that power a truck has that a Kelisa doesn't.

My ultraman's bigger than your ultraman!

[Photo credit: Ultraman Avatars at Avatarist]

I would've stopped right there but I couldn't resist and added this for the final blow:
Perky: You may walk tall and big, but on the road you're just an ant next to me. And you're ok with that?

The silence from the boys was a sweet victory to me as I sipped my smoldering hot coffee. If it were not for the moment we were in, I would've squealed like a wuss for I had burnt my tongue while trying to maintain the macho look I had over the boys.

*Butthead: You're hungry, aren't you?
Perky: Yeah, I'm starving! And I think I'm PMS-ing too.
*Beavis: And I think you may have forgotten to take your crazy pills today.

[Writer's note: *Names has been changed to protect the boys' identities. I fear that if their actual identities are made public, they may never recover from depression if people knew that they secretly cry when watching chick flicks and that they enjoy long walks on the beach.]

*Disclaimer: No one got offended during this seemingly brutal exchange. That's just how we roll.

There's No Place Like Home

2009-10-31T16:18:00.003+08:00

As I sit here in my mother's living room, staring out at her beautiful garden, I can't help but feel so at peace. Some people may dread that it's pouring heavily outside, but I love it. The smell of rain touching the grass, now that's something you don't get in the big city.

And with a cuppa next to my laptop, I'm truly having a much deserved "me" time.

Gosh, there really is no place like home. Or in this moment, shall I say, mom's garden? There's plenty of space in her garden that we can have a backyard party. Oh but if we had a pergola, I wouldn't mind having my wedding reception in our garden.

Mom's beautiful garden is a real testament to the hardwork she's put into it. I can't imagine watering the garden on my own (which is something she does every evening).

And it's not just having to water the plants. You also got to fertilize and trim them. It's just way too much work if you ask me.

But still, it's nice to have a garden that's tastefully done and well taken care of.

Reviving My Lost Love

2009-10-28T00:36:00.004+08:00

My schedule has been so erratic lately that my blog has really taken a back seat huh?

To be honest, I haven't quite settled into the rhythm of having a puppy. I've started to take Sasha out for walks in Central Park, which should sound like a walk a park (no pun intended).

But I'm so unfit these days that walking for an hour literally takes my breath away. I'm so tired from walking my dog that I end up sleeping early! And Sasha, being like a 3-year old on speed, she never seems to run out of energy.

If you ever get the chance to see me beg my dog to be tired and go to sleep already, it's very likely that you'll think I'm the most pathetic dog owner in the world. I wouldn't blame you ;)

And yeah, it also doesn't help that I spend whatever available time I have now on Facebook playing Mafia Wars.

That game is totally evil.

But if you're playing MW, you should like totally ADD me on Facebook!!

It is sad to see what my blog has become. It's collecting dust. Even the dust now has dust. It's almost like I've lost my voice (or my mind, or on some days both).

Then I thought to myself, what can I possibly do to make me return to my first online love? All these while, it has been you, my dearly beloved readers (particularly Granny Twilight and Anton), that has been reminding me of my blog.

I can't keep getting nudged by my readers to update my blog. I need to take a proactive role here... afterall it is my blog.

So I'm thinking of turning my blog into more of a collaboration effort. I'm gonna post a weekly question in which you readers can either mouth off in the comment section OR you can submit your post to me via email and along with a link to your blog I'll post it up on my blog. In other words, you'll be a contributor on my blog.

Or you guys can ask me questions and I'll post my answer on my blog. (You may ask any questions except the size of my panties, you perv!)

On a side note: I can't wait for this Thursday. Am going to watch Michael Jackson's This Is It! in 1Utama's GSC. If you're a fan of MJ, you owe it to yourself to watch the late King of Pop on big screen with surround system.

Confessions of a Bookaholic

2009-09-30T23:39:00.000+08:00

Here's a confession for you: I love books. New books especially. Which is strange because I don't particularly like to read them.

Unless of course, if it were the Twilight saga. Which btw, I'm proud to say that I bought all 4 books AND finished reading every one of them within weeks. Hah! Take that, Harry Potter!

My weak spot? The Borders bookstore.

I simply cannot step into Borders and not buy anything. Just breathing in the air in Borders can do wonders for my soul.

It almost feels like aromatherapy.

These are some of the books I bought over the past 2 months:

The Cinderella Effect by Miriam Morrison and Oscar Wilde and the Ring of Death by Gyles Brandreth was one of those mindless purchases. I had simply waltz into Borders, bored and was simply itching to buy something.

I had attempted to read The Cinderella Effect, but it was so boring that I didn't even finish reading the first chapter.

Do Ants Have Arseholes? is a pretty good book. It's funny. It's entertaining.

And yes, you guessed it, I didn't finish reading this book.

Why?

Because I had bought Cesar Millan's Be The Pack Leader book... which is like the bible for raising good dogs. Cesar is amazing and it's too bad that Nat Geo doesn't air his shows here in Malaysia. If you're a dog lover, you should definitely read his books or watch his shows.

As you all know, I'm big on vampires. Since I started downloading The Vampire Diaries series, I was curious about the book. So I bought L J Smith's famous book today.

Wait a minute. Wasn't there a Miley Cyrus book somewhere in those pile of books???

Ahuh.

Hey, don't judge me.

Don't you think it's odd that an almost 30 yr old lady would buy a book written by a teenager???

Erm, she is the biggest teen star in the world right now, isn't she?

I was curious as to why the world was so obsessed with Miley Cyrus. Why is she so successful? So I bought her autobiography to try to understand her mind better.

And after reading the first chapter, I slammed the book onto the floor, cussing at myself for being such an idiot.

Damn you, Borders! You make me buy things I don't even ~~need~~ read.

Furry and Green Distractions

2009-09-15T00:33:00.001+08:00

HOLY COW!! Have I really been away from blogging this long??? My last post was dated Aug 1st and today it's Sept 15th. That's real bad of me and I do apologize to my readers for being away for so long.

But it's not like I didn't have a valid, good reason, ya know.

I did just recently adopt a puppy, ya know.

But that was MONTHS ago!

I did have this huge event to organise and I was simply taking a break.

Erm... that was last month's news and you should've been well rested by now.

It's kinda hard to type coherent sentences when a puppy is begging for attention.

And you wonder why your puppy is such an attention whore?

OMG, and just when I was in the mood to blog sometime 3 weeks ago, Bibik introduced a game on Facebook called Farm Town and I've been so addicted to it ever since!

Get a life!

My onion-filled farm. It drives me nuts that most of the things I want are still locked to me :(

Seeing that I've been spending so much time playing Farm Town on FB, my brother introduced a new game called Restaurant City! Should McChef decides to set up his own restaurant one day, this game will provide me with plenty of practise in being the ~~mama san~~ restaurant manager.

GET A LIFE!!

I just started this restaurant called "The Usual Place" last night

I can even picture the tv ad for my restaurant:
Boy: So where do you wanna have dinner?
Girl: The Usual Place.

Lame, I know. But you gotta admit, it's genius!

So here I am, alternating between playing games on Facebook and watching the U.S. Open.

Seriously, you need to get a life... or get some new friends!

Ok, fine I'll admit it. The real reason why I've finally found the time to blog is because my puppy is in Melaka. ~~She's been sent there to be disciplined by Bibik's Grandmother Dowager~~.

Yes, Sasha is being taken care of by Bibik's family as I'll be going back to Kuching on Thursday and will be there until the end of the month. And with her away, that gives me plenty of time to get back to life on the blogosphere!

So I'll be visiting all your blogs very soon and there'd better be some good juicy gossip for me to read! :)

4 Shoes and a Wedding

2009-08-01T19:51:00.003+08:00

One of the cons of having a puppy is that my shoes always goes missing. And when it finally does reappear, it always comes back to me looking like it went through a mine field or something. No points for guessing what my beloved Sasha did to my shoe.

Perhaps it’s time I get one those shoe tree, something high to place my shoes where it’s out of Sasha’s biting and jumping range.

When your shoe is bitten beyond recognition, you got no other choice but to get a new pair. Shoe shopping is something I’d try to avoid as much as possible. It’s not that I’m hopeless when it comes to buying shoes. I don’t need a guide when it comes to buying shoes. When you have enough gay friends, it’s very unlikely that you’ll end up buying an ugly pair of shoes.

It’s just that, I don’t have the attention span to look for the pair that I really, really like. I’d browse along the aisle - sneakers, golf shoes, running shoes and good God, bike shoes! - before realizing that I’m looking for shoes in the wrong place to begin with.

Yes, I am quite the mindless shoe shopper. It usually takes an extraordinarily looking pair of shoes (or in most cases, stilettos)to catch my eye. And of all the shoes that has ever caught my eye (and eventually my wallet), never did it occur to me that a pair of wedding shoes would make me go “ooooh! I gotta have that shoe!”

And somewhere in the back of my head I can almost hear the wedding bells ringing…

Taking the Client for a Dump

2009-07-01T22:26:00.002+08:00

There are many places to close a deal with the client. Some choose to do it in the meeting room, some do it while on the golf course (something my dad excels at) and some choose to close the deal over a glass of beer, such as yours truly.

However, there are certain people who choose to do it while taking a dump in the toilet!

How do I know this? Hey, don't jump to conclusions so fast. It wasn't me, I swear! I happened to be in the next cubicle when I overheard the whole thing.

Oh, but wait, here's the best part. The lady was on speaker phone. She took her mobile phone with her to the toilet and put it on speaker. SPEAKER PHONE!

Obviously, she has never even heard of this little thing called bluetooth headphones, or whatever it is you call that wireless earpiece thingy that connects your ear to your mobile phone. Yeah, that cool thing.

Imagine listening to this:

Lady in the Next Cubicle: So do you agree with the 20k price?

Client: Yes. But what else can you throw in for me?

*karplunk* <-- that's the sound shit makes as it hits the water in the toilet bowl, in case you're wondering

Lady in the Next Cubicle: Erm... erm... *pooot!* *PLOOP PLOOP* I'll give you and your friends tickets to watch Transformers in GSC's Gold Class.

Wait, what? Your client is giving you 20k and all you're giving is some shitty Gold Class tickets to go watch a movie? Man, you're cheap! I would've thrown in a treat to the spa or something.

So you can imagine, apart from feeling sorry for the client for having to listen to the "melodic sounds" of shit making an exit from one's body, I couldn't help but laugh out loud. I didn't mean to eavesdrop, but it's kinda hard not to when the conversation is being put on speaker.

Man, don't this make you wonder whatever happened to common courtesy? I think it's just plain rude to be talking to clients in the toilet. You do not shit or piss on the hands that feed you.

Anyway, I hope that the Lady in the Next Cubicle remembered to wash her hands after that phone call. In all the excitement of closing a 20k deal, I won't be surprised if she didn't. And that, my dear, is just plain eew.

Michael Jackson's Really Gone

2009-06-27T19:32:00.003+08:00

When it comes to icons and legends, I kinda wish that they'd live on forever. I remember when Freddie Mercury passed away years ago, I asked God, "Why can't You just leave him with us for a little bit longer? Afterall, you do have eternity to hang out with the guy."

Then when news of MJ's death broke out, I found myself asking God that same question again. Suffice to say, I was broken hearted.

"He can't be dead. I've been looking forward to seeing him make a comeback!"

As it finally sank in, I broke down and cried. I can't believe he's really gone.

To comfort myself, I bought a tub of Ben & Jerry's, sat in front of the TV to watch MTV and Channel [V] pay tribute to the King of Pop, and ate the whole thing on my own.

A whole friggin tub, man. Who the hell eats a whole friggin tub of ice cream on her own??

In memory of MJ, here's my Top 8 list of what I will remember most about him:

1. He was tremendously talented.
He was 5 years old when he first stepped out with The Jackson 5. FIVE YEARS OLD, man. Remember what you were doing at that age? I was still learning my ABC's (and failing miserably at that, too) and was still wearing diapers. MJ was already singing and dancing on stage.

2. He was the coolest thing that came out of the 80's.
How can you not agree?

3. He revolutionized music videos.
Be it Thriller or Smooth Criminal, MJ's music videos was really in a class of its own (be it the most expensive or most mind-blowing). And he did it without having girls prancing around in skimpy outfits and showing their ass and tits on video.

4. The Moonwalk.
The Moonwalk, which was his signature move, and his dancing style was unlike any other. Many have tried to imitate MJ, be it Justin Timberlake, Usher or Chris Brown, and they all don't even come close to the Gloved One. And hey, he was and still is the only person who can get away with that crotch-grabbing move.

5. He broke down racial barriers.
Rev. Al Sharpton, a friend of MJ, said it perfectly: "Way before Tiger Woods, way before Oprah Winfrey, way before Barack Obama, Michael did with music what they later did in sports and in politics and in television."

6. People worshipped him as if he was Jesus.
I used to catch his concerts on tv and I remember looking at the crowd that attended his concerts. My God, he could form his own country with the number of people he attracted in just one concert alone. Girls fainted. Girls cried. And so did the men! They even dressed like him (okay, I'm kinda guilty on this one too. I used to put white tape on my fingers, and wore the black arm band just like MJ did).

7. He wanted to make the world a better place.
Man in the Mirror, an emotionally-charged song with a great message is one of my fav songs - if you wanna make the world a better place, take a look at yourself and make a change. MJ was also known for his charity work. As much money he was making at the peak of his fame, he was also giving away just as much to help the needy.

8. He's Michael Jackson; the music genius, the great entertainer, the guy who made music that will live on even after you and I are long dead. And that's how we all should remember him.

Road Trip and the New BFF

2009-06-19T19:06:00.000+08:00

I'm off for another road trip with Bibik, Mama Diva and Fung Couture. Yes, it's gonna be one very gay weekend indeed!

This time we're heading down to Melaka and will be staying at Bibik's. We're actually there to celebrate his niece's full moon, but I have alterior motives to be there.

Remember this post where I said I wanted to get a dog? Well, thanks to Bibik's dad, I'll be getting a toy poodle! :D She's just perfect for me: tiny, low maintenance, suitable for condo living and most importantly, very sociable (although reports of her barks sounding like Mama Diva kinda worries me.. hmm... ).

I'm so excited and I can't wait to meet her.

I suppose this is how a woman would feel when she's waiting for the birth of her child from a surrogate mother, huh?

Here's a glimpse of my Sasha Fierce:

The World's Most Unphotogenic Poodle!

Sorry, I haven't been able to stop by all your blogs as I've got 10 mins to pack before Bibik screams at me. You guys have a great weekend ahead and talk to you guys soon.

xoxo,
Perky.

Addicted to Evil Monsters

2009-06-16T01:03:00.003+08:00

I have no one but myself to blame for not updating my blog for so long.

Nope, it wasn't work. Although I am gonna see a huge increase in my workload next month due to the upcoming big event in August. Crap, I'm so not looking forward to July!

Nope, it wasn't writer's block either. As a matter of fact, I had plenty of stuff to blog about... only it never made it to my blog.

Actually.... they were more like halfway written before I got distracted with something else.

Here's what I've been doing the entire time since my last post:

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PLAYING BUBBLETOWN ON MSN GAMES!!

This evil game is the reason why I haven't been replying emails, haven't been checking out your blogs, haven't been replying to the comments on my blog, haven't been updating my Twitter page...

I'm so addicted to this brainless game and it's so irritating that I can never go beyond Level 11. Therefore, I keep trying and trying until I get so exhausted that I don't have any energy left to do anything else online.

Man, I'm so lame. Who the hell stays up until 3am to play some stupid online game??

I can't keep this up when my new puppy arrives ;)

Writer's note: This post took 2 hours to complete due to the distraction that is Bubbletown.

ToughGirls Vlog: Why Take the Fighting Art?

2009-06-10T00:42:00.001+08:00

Sorry for being away for so long. My parents were in town last week, so I haven't been online as much.

Anyway, after guest posting on the Fight Like a Girl series on Kat's blog, here's our first vlog together.

The contributors are Floreta Chui (her Fight Like a Girl post can be found here), Rialeilani (her post can be found here), Kat Argonza (her post can be found here) and myself (my post can be found here).

Yes, that's right. This marks my very first appearance in ANY vlog, so do forgive me for appearing nervous and uncomfortable (lol!). The other 3 girls were fantastic in the vlog (wish I could be as confident as they were when speaking in front of the camera!). The editing was done by the awesome Kat.

Hopefully this video will inspire others to take up martial arts.

Queen-Size Bed for SALE

2009-06-03T15:10:00.006+08:00

Hey guys,

I am selling off my queen-size metal framed bed. Am refurnishing my home, so it's out with the old and in with the new :)

My Queen-size Metal Frame Bed.... pls ignore the surrounding mess ;)

This bed was bought a few years ago at the price of RM539 (which was NOT inclusive of the queen-size mattress btw).

I am selling this bed for RM280, and is inclusive of:
1) the mattress (as shown in the picture above)
2) the delivery to your home

If you're interested, or know of someone who is looking to buy a queen-size bed, pls drop me an email at perky(AT)perkierthanyou(DOT)com.

p/s: This sale is only open to residents in the Klang Valley area.

Wished I Had Shit for Popcorn

2009-06-01T20:06:00.002+08:00

I've been looking forward to watch Terminator:Salvation since it opened in our local cinemas last Thursday, and this afternoon I had the opportunity to do just that.

I don't want to play the race card here...

BUT...

I think the Chinese are the noisiest, most inconsiderate and clueless movie-goers.

Sorry if that statement offends my Chinese readers but hey, I'm of Chinese descendant too, you know.

Fine, fine, I'll be more specific then.

The typical Ah Bengs and the Ah Lians are the noisiest, most inconsiderate and clueless movie-goers. They forget to switch their handphone to silent mode, they speak LOUDLY while the movie is showing, and they shake their legs that the chair in front of them gets rocked as well (2 hours of that uninvited "massage" and you'll understand just how annoying it can be).

Seated next to me (unfortunately) was an Ah Beng-Ah Lian couple. From the way they dressed, I knew they were going to be annoying the moment they sat down (and trust me, I have very good instincts when it comes to people).

And I was right.

The girl started speaking LOUDLY, in Mandarin, to her boyfriend from the moment the movie started. I don't have to understand Mandarin to know that she's asking her bf to tell her what's going on.

Every. Single. Second.

Now, I don't understand Mandarin but when I watch a Chinese movie, I don't turn to my friend and ask him to explain everything to me. I read the subtitles. Sure, they're not always accurate (and sometimes they can be corny) but it helps me understand the movie without ruining other people's fun.

Numbnuts, that's what subtitles are for. And in our cinemas, we have subtitles in Malay and Chinese. If you don't understand English, then READ the damn subtitles.

As she just kept talking on and on and on, I just lost it.

Ah Lian: Ching chong ching chong ching chong.

Perky: Sssshhhh!

Ah Lian: Ching chong ching chong ching chong.

Perky: Quiet!

Ah Lian: Ching chong ching chong ching chong.

Perky: Eh, cibai, shut up lah!
(*cibai: a cuss word that means "pussy"/"vagina" in Chinese.

Writer's note: I thought only the Hokkiens use this word, but apparently it's universal regardless of whatever Chinese dialect you speak)

Ah Lian: Ching chong ching chong ching chong.

Perky: OMG! Are you that stupid, you can't read the subtitles instead?

Ah Lian: Ching chong ching chong ching chong.

Perky: You're so stupid, the reason why your bf is with you is 'cause you're the only pussy he can get.

Sad, isn't it? I need to learn to speak (or more importantly, cuss) in Mandarin. I was thisclose to throwing my popcorn at them but I was hungry, so I needed my popcorn as food.

Look, I'm generally a nice person but aggravate me enough, and the bitch comes out. We don't like it when we turn nasty like this. I was hoping her bf would get up and challenge me to a fist fight, but we all know who's gonna whoop his scrawny ass if it ever did come to that.

I don't know why I even bother writing about idiots like these. It's not like they read blogs (especially an English-written blog!). Even if they did, it'll probably be some food blog, where it's heavily-laiden with pictures and uses very little words (doesn't take that many brain cells to decipher the words like "mmmm yummm" or "tastes good/ok" or "yucks").

Anyway, that's my rant for today. If anyone's offended by this, go ahead and spam me with hate mail. It's been awhile since I last stirred shit on my blog.

Getting in on the Girl-on-Girl Action

2009-05-31T00:28:00.000+08:00

Earlier this week, I had learned from a friend that someone accused me of being a closeted lesbian. But before you go throwing insults at my accuser, pls bear in mind that I'm not mad. Really. On the contrary I find it rather amusing. I came from an all-girls school, so being called a lesbian is nothing new to me.

I have always been the kind of person who is touchy and affectionate, even among friends. Giving hugs and kisses is nothing strange to me. As a matter of fact, it comes naturally. When I was in high school, many thought that *Sheep (my best friend) and I were lesbians because everywhere we went, we would be holding each other's hands and we were always seen putting our arms around each other.

What can I say? We were both brought up in families where physical contact was encouraged.

Anyway, here are some of my accuser's theory on why she ~~thinks~~ believes that I'm actually a lesbian:

I'm Too Friendly with Girls

On the few occassions that my accuser has seen me, it's usually at TGI Friday's where I meet up with my girl friends over drinks. Our standard greeting: a hug and 2 kisses on each cheek. I'm sure you've seen girls do this all over the world.

But apparently, according to my accuser, when I hug and kiss my girl friends, it looks like I'm trying to get some lip-lock action. It's as if I want turn my greeting into a full blown make out session.

Like, huh? Seriously?

Makes me wonder what she think of European ladies, considering we adapted the kiss-on-the-cheeks culture from them. Surely they can't all be gay, can they?

I Have Crushes on Various Women

Erm, on celebrities to be exact. Angelina Jolie. She's a goddess on earth. Megan Fox. Oh, those eyes... and legs! Kate Beckinsale. Hottest vampire ever! Jessica Biel. Woman with the perfect face and body to match!

I honestly don't see what's wrong with admiring other women. It's kinda like admiring a piece of art, no?

I Hang Out with Gays. All. The. Time.

If I hang out with girls who are gay, then I can totally understand where this is coming from. But I hang out with GUYS who are gay. They scan other guys and talk about gay sex with me. If I really am a lesbian, hearing another dude talk about doing another dude should invoke my gag reflex (and give me nightmares). And besides, wouldn't it be more appropriate for me to hang out with other lesbians?

I Like Rough Sports

No, I'm not talking about kinky sex here, you dirty single-minded people. My accuser knows that I'm into extreme sports - from aggressive inline skating to white water rafting, from doing martial arts to rock climbing. Not exactly the kind of sports a girly girl would do, but I don't think that just coz I like to do physically demanding sports, doesn't automatically make me a lesbian.

My god, I can already think of the all the sports athletes that would take offense to such statement.

Anyway, here's my theory. I think my accuser has a secret crush on me. You see, she's trying to do this reverse psychology mumbo jumbo on me. If I were to admit that I'm gay, and since she's gay too, then there's no reason why we shouldn't hook up right? Look lady, even if I am a lesbian, I doubt I'd have feelings for you.

But I'm available if you want to treat me to a free dinner ;)

The Very Inspiring Scrubs Magazine

2009-05-30T17:35:00.002+08:00

If you’re a nurse, or in the health industry, or if you’re into health topics in general, there’s a new pretty cool online magazine website just for you. Scrubs is unlike other nursing sites as it has a lot of information on good living – from mind, beauty, health, work, love, money to news & entertainment. This site is very inspiring, uplifting, and timely yet original.

The site can be pretty fun, too. There’s a nursing poll in which you can vote for your favourite fictional portrayal of a nurse. I voted for Greg Focker (the character that was portrayed by Ben Stiller in the movie Meet the Parents). I voted for him because I love Ben Stiller and he was so hilarious playing the part of a male nurse. However, he’s currently 3rd on the list 

The tip jar section is also something I enjoyed reading. It’s a place where you can find great tips that seasoned nurses give to the new ones on the floor. Though most of us are not nurses, we all have at one point or another have been through a heartbreaking or sometimes comical situationsand it is in this tip jar section that you will find the answers to challenging situations.

For instance, how do you deal with an angry patient? Well, no one likes to be yelled at, so our natural response would be to yell back at the person. If you want to know how to deal with such situations, the tip jar is the section to read. Anyway, I’ve enjoyed reading the articles on the site, so do spare some time to visit their site.

Quickie Tuesday

2009-05-26T19:06:00.002+08:00

Hey guys, hope everyone is feeling well this Tuesday. Today's post is gonna be a quick one as I'm in dire need of sleep (only had 4 hrs of sleep these past few nights).

On Adam Lambert

I know I'm a slow in putting this up. I was a tad bit disappointed that he didn't win AI BUT I'm so over it. I've just read the best piece of news on Adam - he could be Queen's new frontman!

You all know how very much Queen-obsessed I am, so I'm very particular with who fronts this legendary band (Paul Rodgers didn't quite cut it for me, sorry). But I do believe Adam can make it work with the remaining members of Queen. This guy is theatrical, he's queer and he was practically born to perform in arenas and sold-out crowds. And the voice, oh my... the voice! So keeping my fingers crossed on this union :)

On Being a Lesbian

I was told that someone suspects that I could be a closeted lesbian. Best rumor I've heard about myself in years! Not gonna go into too much details on that as that warrants a post on its own ;)

Fight Like a Girl series

I mentioned in my previous post that I was going to do a guest post on Kat's blog about my experience doing Taekwon-Do as part of her awesome "Fight Like a Girl" series. Do me a favor & check out my post. I haven't been this excited about blogging in a long time, so do check it out!

Other great reads from the series include "Face Your Fears: The Essential Tough Girl" and "Pain is just weakness leaving the body".

I'm gonna go blog hopping a lil bit, then it's off for some shut eye for me. Good night my lovelies! :)

Definitely NOT Bleeding Love

2009-05-19T22:27:00.004+08:00

There's a line from South Park that I absolutely love: "I don't trust anything that bleeds for 5 days and doesn't die". Don't you just love Mr. Garrison?

I don't know what is up with my mensus and the crazy mood swings this time around. Most times I'm still able to function like any other decent human being, but once in a blue moon I'll go weird.

I'm suppose to be writing a post on women and martial arts for Kat's blog (sorry Kat!), which I'm really super excited to do. BUT. My brain just couldn't put the words together that would best sum my experience/hardship being a Taekwon-Do fighter (hah! bet you guys didn't know that about me. Well, if you wanna know more, you guys will have to wait 'til I finish the post ;) Stay tuned for that).

I suppose you can blame it on writer's block, perhaps?

Another blogger had commission me to custom make a card for him. What would normally take me a couple of hours to finish is now taking DAYS. I stared at my design, stared at it some more and was just unable to move forward. I can clearly see the design in my head, but somehow my hands just didn't want to work with me. I felt stuck. Do I even dare to go as far as to say I feel uninspired? Oh God.

I suppose you can blame that on crafter's block, perhaps?

Then, Sunday night pretty much confirmed that it was neither one of the above. It was in fact my PMS doing weird jujus on me.

I was practising John Mayer's song called "Waiting on the World to Change" on my guitar last night. The chord progressions are simple but this being a John Mayer song, it's actually quite tricky to play it the same way he does. Plus this song is played in shuffle beat, which I'm not good at because I don't have that blues feel in me. (Damn you John Mayer. Why can't you write more songs in straight beat?)

I just couldn't get the song right. Never mind the tempo, but even the simple chords I couldn't get them right. Frustration just kept building up until *gasps* I felt like smashing my guitar because I was so pissed off with myself.

Me destroy my most prized Fender Stratocaster??? That's like a mom flushing her baby down the toilet (although there are people out there who do this. Psychos). But that's not me. At all.

It's as if the amount of blood lost is equivalent to my level of creativity.

What does that say about me, that I need blood to be inspired? Geez, I know I can be obsessed with vampires but I don't think I can pull off being a vampire. Fangs don't suit my teeth and if I have to spend eternity being short and chubby, I'd rather stake myself with a wooden spoon.

Oh btw, remember this pic from my post in April 2008?

This month marked the first time I had to buy pads since then.

They Pay You to Hack?

2009-05-17T13:22:00.003+08:00

Remember that Hackers movie that came out in ’95? It was about a group of kids who discover a plot to unleash a dangerous computer virus and they use their great computer skills to find the evidence while being pursued by the NSA and the mastermind behind the virus. This movie practically made being a hacker a pretty cool thing.

But you know what’s not cool? Hackers writing viruses that have the capability to cripple major Internet sites. Imagine having someone switch your identities with another person or emptying your banking account as you’re about to make an online transaction. The hacker did all that from the comfort of his living room while he’s munching on burritos.

It is because of threats like this that companies everywhere around the world are taking measures to counter the attacks of hacking. This has seen a growing demand for ethical hackers to test the security of companies systems and networks.

“An ethical what?” you say?

An Ethical Hacker is someone who is usually employed with the organisation and can be trusted to undertake an attempt to penetrate networks and/or computer systems using the same methods as a Hacker. The goal of the Ethical Hacker is to help the said organisation take preemptive measures against malicious attacks by attacking the system himself while staying within legal limits. This concept is the same as the proven practice of “the best defence is a good offense”, or “to catch a thief, you got to think like one”.

The CEH Program certifies individuals in the specific network security discipline of Ethical Hacking from a vendor-neutral perspective. The Certified Ethical Hacker certification will strengthen the application knowledge of security officers and professionals, auditors, site administrators and anyone who is apprehensive about the integrity of the network infrastructure.

Basically, a Certified Ethical Hacker is a skilled professional who understands and knows how to look for the weaknesses and vulnerabilities in target systems and uses the same knowledge and tools as a malicious hacker.

EC-Council can train you to become an Ethical Hacker and you can benefit from rising pay/jobs IT Security sector despite the economic downturn. They offer training in Security Fundamentals, Ethical Hacking, Penetration Testing, Computer Forensics, Disaster Recovery and Secure Programming categories. For details, please visit the EC-Council website.

Looking for a New BFF

2009-05-14T02:30:00.001+08:00

I was never a dog person. I had always feared them ever since I was a little girl (and for good reason too, but that's another post altogether).

For my first Christmas with McChef, he brought me to his home to officially introduce me to his family... which also included his dog, Petals.

As Petals was kept on a leash outside his home, obviously she was the first one I had to pass in order to enter the house. She barked at me, tried to jump on me, ~~tried to chew my toes off~~... which McChef kept telling me was her way of greeting people.

Erm... right.

But to a person who is terrified of dogs, this behavior is more than likely to be seen as an attack.

McChef, being a dog person himself, wanted me and Petals to get along with each other. So he would coax me into doing things with Petals, such as bribing her with treats, patting her and giving her a bath.

It was from Petals that I learned how wonderful it was to have a dog. Her love for her master, though it was adorable, did make me jealous at times (she would always go to him whenever he called. And she can be possessive with her master). That kind of loyalty is not something you can ever find in cats.

Petals (1997 - June 2008)

Anyhoo, even before Petals went to doggie heaven, McChef had always wanted to get a new dog. ~~Perhaps as a way to test what kind of parent I'm going to be.~~ A pug to be exact. Why? Because he says that a pug is a dog version of me (in terms of behavior... although I can't deny we're almost similar in size).

And also a pug reminds him of my butt.

MY BUTT!

Geez, I know I've put on some ~~cellulite~~ weight, but I'm confident that I don't have wrinkles on my butt! Argh! So we've been ~~arguing~~ disagreeing about the type of dog we should get.

I actually wanted a Jack Russell Terrier (JRT) because I wanted a dog like Frasier's dog - smart, obedient, small and quiet. Oh boy, how wrong I was about this "tiny" dog (this just goes to show that you can't really believe what you see on tv).

JRTs were originally used as hunting dogs; which means that they are high in energy, needs to run (a lot), hyper and noisy. They are smart to the point that they are always looking for ways to outwit its master and testing its boundaries. If untrained, JRTs can grow up to be like Marley, the world's ~~supposed~~ worst dog. But most importantly, they are not suitable for first time dog-owners.

That pretty much tells me that I can't keep a JRT. And so I took a test to see what kind of dog would be suitable for someone like me - lives in a condo, not always home during weekdays and leads a somewhat active life.

The result came back and I got a silky terrier. I know only of 2 friends who has this dog - Bibik and Samantha. I've met Bibik's dog and she's really lovely and sooo adorable. As for Samantha's Roccio, my sister had nothing but praise for Sam's dog (up to the point where she wanted to kidnap Roccio). And this has got me really excited about getting a silky terrier.

Bibik's bitch

Now the only question is, what am I going to do about my 2 cats?

This is Just Too Cute

2009-05-05T22:27:00.005+08:00

This was an awww moment for me. I saw this picture on Yahoo! two weeks ago. Been meaning to blog about it but kinda forgot about it until now.

This is a picture of polar bears Bill (right) and Lara react at their first meeting at the Zoom Erlebniswelt zoo in Germany. Bill came from the zoo in Czech Republic as a new partner for Lara.

(Photo Credit: AP Photo/Martin Meissner)

How cute is that? They look like they're lovers reuniting after many years of separation. In a way, it kinda reminds me of the movie Notebook...

Launch of Perky Designs Shop

2009-05-04T00:00:00.002+08:00

Hey everyone,

Finally (yes, finally!) I have my online shop set up on Etsy. Click here to check it out.

I had created a separate blog for my papercrafting hobby/business. You can check out my designs at http://perkydesigns.blogspot.com/. Also, if you're looking to have a card custom-made to your liking, I'll be more than happy to work with you. Just drop me an email at perky(AT)perkierthanyou(DOT)com.

I've also recently joined Twitter (yes, yes I know, I'm kinda slow with the latest internet buzz. Hey it took me years to get on Facebook btw. lol!). Slowly getting the hang of it. You can ~~stalk~~ follow me on Twitter here.

Lotsa luv,
Perky.

Shopping Can Be Stressful for the Clueless Girl

2009-04-29T21:42:00.004+08:00

Though shopping is fun for most people, but for me, I find shopping to be a rather strange experience sometimes. Unlike most people who shop for the sake of buying something new, I can only shop when there's something I need.

It seems that the only time I'm able to find and buy something I like is when I shop out of necessity, such as having fashion shows or weddings to attend, where I'm required to dress up for the occassion. Even then I usually leave my shopping up to the very last minute.

So it's times like these that I'll round up my girlfriends and drag them along for some ~~impulsive~~ last minute shopping. I need them to keep me focused on shopping (and not get distracted by wanting to stop and eat every half hour) and also someone to help carry my handbag and shopping bags. Plus I could always use the friendly advice.

When it comes to fashion trends, I tend to follow what I see in tv shows or movies. As I've been hooked onto the Gossip Girl series, I find myself wanting to follow Blair Waldorf's style (I have a girl crush on Leighton Meester btw). However, I'm not tall and slim like Blair (I'm short and have tree trunks as thighs, plus I'm still carrying my "Christmas" weight), so it's not exactly the figure-flattering kind of style for me.

Perhaps I could hide my bulging tummy with a trench coat instead. I mean, anybody can pull off the trench coat look right?

With a few more weddings coming up in the next few months and a fashion show to organize at the end of this year, there's still plenty of time for me to look for inspiration for my next splurge by browsing through the various clothing lines from different designers.

With people still buzzing about the recent Earth Day, I won't be surprised if more people go green with their wardrobe. I think that's a pretty cool thing to do.

Good Things Comes in a Box

2009-04-24T23:47:00.007+08:00

I have a team of fantastic suppliers (sound & lights, printing, construction, etc). Being in the events industry, who you work with can either make or break your event. I treat my suppliers like as if they were my extended family. We've worked together for so many years that there's a level of trust where I don't have to keep a close eye on them to check if they're doing a good job or not.

I think that what also makes our working relationship go so well is partly because I don't squeeze my supplier for every single penny. Some people love to "milk" their suppliers dry with that lame excuse of "sorry, we don't have the budget so you need to give me discount". For as long as the price is reasonable, I will never ask my supplier to reduce his price. You know what they say, "if you pay peanuts, you get monkeys". And I don't do monkeys.

My relationship with my sound & light supplier goes beyond work (and I don't mean that in a scandalous kinda way). Uncle J (as I fondly call him) and I (his beloved niece as he fondly calls me) could spend hours on the phone chatting about the most ridiculous things (from politics to gossips to me blaming him for the hot weather), he would often treat me and my partner to free lunch and when there's a special occasion (like Christmas or birthdays) he'd give presents, birds nest or ang pows.

But this present he recently gave me really took me by surprise.

A brand new Portable DVD player.

It comes with a 7" screen and it's so small and light that I can bring it anywhere I want (this will definitely come in handy for future road trips. It can even be charged in the car!).

And the best thing about this Portable DVD player is that it can also play stuff from the USB drive.

So just imagine all the stuff that I don't have to burn onto a disc. I could just download my favorite shows like The Tudors onto my external drive and watch it on this player.

And yes, it can be connected to the tv should I feel like watching my stuff on the big screen.

I think Christmas came a bit too early for me this year :D

The Effects of Gaming Weekend

2009-04-23T20:03:00.006+08:00

As mentioned in my previous post, I went for a gaming weekend at Nora's, who is a very good friend of mine from my college days. Not only does she have a PS3, but she also has a Wii, 4 Nintendo DS and PSPs. Cool huh? We were joined by Big Fat Witch and Hanie (also another very good friend from the good old days).

Hanie, Nora and I made quite the trio back in college. I think we played more than we studied. They were the people who made life in college so much more fun. We would have sleepovers, watch Japanese animes all night (instead of studying for exams, lol!) and played PlayStation. However, when college ended, we went our separate ways and sadly, lost touch with each other.

Hanie went off to study in a different uni, while Nora left Malaysia to live in Japan. Thank God for Facebook for reconnecting old friends. Almost 10 years has passed since we last saw each other, but seeing them again, it was like as we never lost touch (or never grew up! We're still the same peeps that we were in college).

This is Prince, who belongs to Nora's sister. He's from Switzerland btw... and he's really huge! He's really adorable and very well-behaved.

Don't believe me? He's almost as big as Ryan (Nora's younger bro), who is 12 years old!

I haven't quite recovered from gaming weekend actually. My arms kinda gave up on me after hours & hours of playing Wii all 4 types of video game consoles. Which would explain the crappy shaky pics above...

Yes, it was that crazy.

Gearing up to play Mario Kart on the Nintendo DS. Mario Kart is a vicious, vicious game!

Anyway, having the Wii Fit tell me that my body age is 46 years old gave me a rude wake up call (my actual age is 27 in case you're wondering, thankyouverymuch). I mean, I was one of the fittest girls in school and college. I used to run 3km every day (8km on weekends), worked out in the gym (thanks to the intensive Taekwon-Do training my instructor put me through since high school as preparation for the many competitions I was sent to), go rock climbing and I had only 12% of body fat. My body was lean, compact and tight.

How the hell did I let myself go like this? Though I'm not obese, having my body spill out in places where it's not suppose to isn't very good either. Lolz!

So I've been taking the stairs instead of the lift this week. And will try to lay off the fatty fried food... *sigh*

After days of unable to lift my arms up, I finally gained almost full use of my arm muscles again. My arms don't ache anymore. Lol!

Damn you, Wii. You're evil. You tell me I'm old and you almost rendered me paralyzed.

I received a very good surprise yesterday, which I'm going to share with you guys in my next post. Anyway, I'm off to shower. Anyone wanna help me scrub my back? ;)

Adopting a Pigpo

2009-04-18T03:36:00.006+08:00

I have never really been interested in pure breeds. Being a child from mix parentage, my world has always been rich with multi-racial relatives and their culture.

So naturally, I would be inclined to to adopt a child who is also of mix heritage.

Introducing my new pig, Sir Oinkserlot!

No, really, his name is Sir. It's not a title given by the Queen. He just likes to pretend that he's royalty.

Sir Oinkserlot is unlike the typical pigs you see. Not only is he purple in color, he may also look a little hippo-ish. That's because his great great great great Great grandmother married a hippo also because of her far-sightedness, near-sightedness and night-blindness plus colour-blindness (although he assures me that he's every bit a PIG at heart).

True to his piggy nature, he loves to eat and sleep a lot. But he says that his favourite past time is dancing with the ladies (a trait I believe he got from his groovy hippo side).

Check out the heart shape butt. Bet he's wiggled that butt many times in front of the ladies. hehehe...

Sir Oinkserlot is a charming young ~~pigpo~~ man who is also respectful to the ladies. What can I say? He just loves his ladies. But hopefully he'll love me the most *fingers crossed*

I can't wait for him to arrive at my doorstep. Oh what a wonderful addition he'll be to my family! :D

Note: Sir Oinkserlot was designed and handmade by my sister's FOSTER sister, Samantha (she says that makes us family. lol!). You can check out more of her creations at http://amicutecritters.blogspot.com/ or you can visit her shop here.

p/s: I'll be away this weekend for a much needed R&R. Spending the weekend at Nora's, where we'll be having a Wii marathon. Have a great weekend everyone! xoxo.