Archive | November, 2010


26 Nov

I have a bunny!  You know I have a bunny & I detest ANYONE hurting bunnies!!!  Just look at their cute little faces!!!  Bunnies are the cutest pets ever made in history!!!!  JUST LOOK AT THEM!!!

are you my mummy?



hey! look at this!





Threesome’s are fun!



SEE????  Bunnies are so cute, right????

My bunny looks like this but not the droopy ear kind.

humph! angry with you!



awwwwwwwwwwwwww… so adorableeeeeeeeeeeee!!

So it really baffles me that a group of sick people can find joy & pleasure in crushing bunnies.  Yes, you heard me right.  CRUSHING.

And it has to be those sickos from China.

I tell you, those stupid chinese are crazy f**kers.  A few years back, there was this video circulating around where this china bitch was stroking a little kitten & then she stepped on its stomach using the pointy end of her high heels!!!!  They even titled the email video as “Cute Little Kitty” & it tricked me into watching it!!!  But the second she stepped on the kitten & it was meowing in pain, I felt damn nauseous & I ended the video without watching everything.  But my friend told me that she watched the whole video in fast forward & she said that it even came to the point where the china bitch STEPPED on the kitten’s head until one eyeball popped out.  WTH!!!!!!!


Now, they are attacking harmless defenseless bunnies!!!!  YOU SICK SICK CHINESE BASTARDS!!!!  When I read the news HERE, it is absolutely replusive.  Who would find pleasure in doing that????  I hope they get caught VERY VERY SOON.

And the best punishment for them will be to put all of this sick f**kers on a deserted island.

SINCE YOU GET JOY IN CRUSHING THINGS SO MUCH, THEN YOU SICKOS WILL CRUSH EACH OTHER ENDLESSLY ON THAT DESERTED ISLAND!!!!  NOBODY ELSE TO CRUSH BUT ONE ANOTHER!!!!  Let them kill themselves in the same method that they kill those harmless bunnies.  Bastards.

p.s – there is a video in the news link that i posted, but i did not bother to watch it… i just can’t.


What is wrong with this world.



My New iPhone4 + The Pesky Little Kid

25 Nov


I know I know I said that I wanted to get a HTC Desire Z because of its physical Qwerty keyboard.  But everyone around me has been brainwashing me into thinking that the iPhone4 would be a much much better choice.

Daddy & Gigi has been hard-selling Sony Ericsson Xperia 10 or the Samsung Galaxy.  Honestly, I was tempted for its good camera functions.

But Buggy & my bf is telling me how fun iPhone is.  And all about its wonderful applications & games.

Then Mummy said, “it is better to get a hp where you can share charger“.  Errmm.  Ok, I’ll take the iPhone4 since both my brother & bf is using iPhone as well.

Of all the logic in the world, why would I take THAT advice from Mummy????????  She has not even mastered the art of SMS.

I think you know by now that I am not only indecisive, but I am impulsive as well when it comes to purchasing things.  These 2 combos cannot be good.

But you know what???????????????????

It’s day 5 today.  Even though it has a stupid Qwerty touchscreen keyboard that my fingers can never seem to hit the alphabets that I want, I am still growing to love this new phone of mine & I’ll tell you why.

1)  Super fun games – currently loving Plants vs Zombies but you got to pay for this one at US$2.99 if I’m not wrong.  This new game called Dinosaur Slayer & it is FREE.  Quick go & download it NAO NAO NAO before they decide to charge you for it.  Another free game download is Flick Fishing & it makes me feel that I could be a successful angler, but of course, be careful with the flicking when you want to cast your line out to sea because I once flicked so hard that the iPhone flew out of my hand.  I can only thank God that I was playing the game in bed & the iPhone hit the pillow instead of the wall.

2)  Books Applications – there is this book application called MangaDL where you can download mangas online & read it offline!  You only pay US$2.99 for this MangaDL application & you can download unlimited mangas online!  It has totally re-ignited my love for mangas.

I was first introduced to the fantastic (and at times, perverted) world of manga by Gigi a few years back.  I usually read mine on MangaFox but I don’t know why I gradually forgot all about it.  Now, I get a chance to re-love manga reading & it is great for keeping me occupied in the mrt… or when I’m waiting for an irresponsible friend who does not turn up on time for our outings… or when I’m queuing at at ridiculously long line of people at the cashier.

OMG I LOVE iPHONE!!!  *heart beaming with love*… but the way, if you want to have a taste of what Gigi has been introducing to me, you can go to MangaFox to search for the titles “Love Celeb” or “Midnight Secretary” or “Desire Climax” (just by its title you KNOW what genre it is under already) for *smut genre.    GOD WHAT IS MY YOUNGER SISTER TEACHING ME?????    Or “Paradise”, “Model”, “Visitor” for more of a psychological thriller genre.

*smut = obscenity and pornography


3)  Other Cool Applications – you ever get paranoid when there is a blackout at the office in the middle of the night while you’re rushing your reports???  FEAR NO MORE!!!!  You can download an application called iLights where you can command light out from your camera flash!!!  Sorry this only works with iPhone4 because the older versions do not have a physical camera flash on the hps.  Hmmm… actually I’m not that sure, maybe those with 3G or 3Gs can try out this application.  It’s free!!!

Not to mention other free apps like PhotoPro, Currency Converter & even some kind of mosquito repeller but I didn’t bother to download this as my blood isn’t attractive to mosquitoes.  Really!  If you put me in a room with another person & a hungry mosquito, the bloodsucker will go for that other person 9/10 times.  The 1 time it would suck my blood is if it is superbly desperately hungry & that other person is not in the room.  Maybe it is because I love to eat garlic.  Cooked, of course.

4)  Very User Friendly – I have used Nokia, Sony Ericsson, Samsung & now iPhone.  The most user friendly is iPhone.  I think even a 5 year old kid can get the hang of it very soon.  It is clutter free & uncomplicated to maneuver around the applications.  And I like the fact that it responds really quickly to your finger’s touch.

5)  Speed – I tried out Gigi’s SE Xperia 10 & iPhone4 side by side using the Angry Birds game.  The Xperia 10 lagged noticeably but the iPhone 4 swirled the game screen around with no problems at all.  I totally pwn’ed Gigi & made her feel lousy for thinking that the Xperia 10 was da bomb.  Now she is tempted to get the iPhone as well.

The only thing I hate is the touchscreen Qwerty.  Other than that, so far so good.

Now the only problem is keeping my iPhone safe from that pesky little kid.  I know for a fact that she WILL demand to play with my iPhone.  And she WILL hang on to it for as long as she can.  Her grubby dirty little fingers WILL stain my iPhone with her snot, oiliness from food, sweat, (add in all kinds of dirty icky stuff).  The worst part is once she lays her hands on the iPhone, you will NEVER get a chance to take it back.

There was once when my bf’s cousin’s gf made the mistake of letting that kid play with her iPhone 3Gs.  And when she wanted to take the hp back, that kid went CRAZY.  As in REALLY crazy.  She screamed at the top of her lungs, reaching the highest note that a human voice can ever make & hurting everybody’s eardrums in the process.  I got an instant headache just between my eyebrows.  How can that even happen?!  I think she has some sort of superpower where she can kill a person with that scream.  Bleed from the ears to immobilize you then your brain explodes, killing you.  And her mother would sit there & watch the entire scene in silence.

If she was a villian in X-Men, I envision her to look like this.

The Screamer



Then she went into depression.  The kid sulked the rest of the night.

She sat in a dining chair.  Hunched & with her head bowed down so low that from her back view, you probably will freak out because you cannot see her head & will mistaken her for a headless little child.  And there she sat for 3 hours, not moving.

My bf’s cousin’s gf was heartless enough not to care about that sulky kid.  I totally dig heartless, especially those who has an infinity dislike for that 4-year old kid.

With everything said about that kid, I do not hate her.  As long as she does not disturb me, I am still ok with her.  But the second she starts her nonsense, I just have this compulsive urge to kidnap her & hide her in a deserted house.  Then let her learn how to be a proper human being.

On the other hand, kids will be kids.  But I sure hope my future kid will not turn out like her & even if she does behave inappropriately, I will go hard on her.

Now I just got to find a perfect hiding spot for my new iPhone.

What is wrong with that guy?!

24 Nov

There is this really really irritating guy at my workplace.

He joined a few days ago & now he is totally creeping me out.  And don’t say that I am being paranoid, okay?!?!?!  How would you like it if a colleague comes over to your desk 20 times a day when he could have just called you on the extension?!  And then there are those eyes that don’t blink when they look at you.  Oh man, do you even have eyelids?!?!  Stop creeping me out!!!!

He asks questions like, oh who do I have to inform if I need a program installed on my PC?  CALL THE IT LAH, DUMB!!!  Even if he was that dumb, he could have just called me on my extension number which I had already given to him so many times.

Then he comes over to ask about how to print documents & which photocopier to use & how to make coffee.  ARGH!!!  Get your damn secretary to do it for you!

And he needs me to advice him on whether he should wear a tie & how to address people.  Sigh.  When in doubt, observe others & learn.  That’s what I did when I first join any company.  I would wear smart office wear & come to work, then observe if there is a casual Friday.  It’s always better to dress up than down in an office.  And I always address someone by their 1st names unless they are the bosses.

Somehow it seems like this guy is afraid to offend people so he keeps asking questions in advance to find out instead of learning on his own.  But in that process, he is starting to irritate me.

There was even 1 time when he stood SILENTLY behind me while I was typing out an email, then just as I turn around to reach for my cup, THERE HE WAS.  STANDING THERE.  LOOKING AT ME WITH THOSE BIG UN-BLINKING EYES.  I almost died from fright or I could have splashed my cup of hot tea in his face for being so creepy.

How long has he been standing there?!?!  What if I was surfing porn?!?!?!  What if I was doing something personal?  Like thinking I was alone in my private little corner cubicle & started to scratch my armpit or bum or worse, dig my nose.  Or or or… I could be adjusting my panties because I was getting a wedgie from shifting in my seat.

NOT COOL, DUDE.  Not cool.


I wish he would stop bothering me with his stupid questions.  Come to me only when you got something important to ask.  Stop wasting my time, ok.  I got so many other important stuff to be done, but each time he comes over, he talks for 5 mins.  It is bad enough that he is asking all these questions, he has got to be long-winded as well.  That is like… … double whammy for me.  It’s like, step on my left foot, nevermind.  He got to step on the right foot as well.

1 visit = 5 mins
20 visits = 100 mins

Ever since he joined the company, he has been wasting 100 mins of my time everyday.  I don’t even take that many breaks when I’m working.

The way I see it, whenever he wastes 100 mins of my work time, that means that I am going to be 100 later to do other stuff.  I have to work OT for an additional 100 mins to make up for the time he had wasted.  And I get home 100 mins later.  Another 100 mins later to eating my dinner.  And 100 mins later before I can go to bed.  But I still wake up at the same time the next morning to go to work, so that is 100 mins lesser for me to catch up on my sleep.  And the next day, the cycle repeats.

God, I hope he runs out of questions soon.

FML x100000000000

22 Nov

If you realized that I haven’t been blogging, that is because my wordpress is f***ed.

I type out a perfectly good post & the second I hit publish, the upload photos disappears & the post only upload HALF of its contents.  The rest are gone.  Forever.

Did someone pass me a virus?  You are so so mean.

I’m going to have to figure this out now.  Try to cure wordpress from its impeccable doom.

This sucks.

I had so many other posts.  I updated my Garage Sale, but all the photos are gone.  Posts on Chagrin Valley & Garden of Wisdom gone too.  In the end, I had to delete everything.

Ok, I hope that at least this post goes up.

Kiss.  Hug.  Wish my Luck.

DIY Facial Mask – Moroccan Rhassoul Clay

16 Nov

I read that Moroccan Rhassoul Clay can be used as a soap, shampoo, facial  mask & skin conditioner.  But so far, I have only used this to DIY my own facial mask.

This red clay contains a higher percentage of silica, magnesium, potassium & calcium than other clays so even the finest spas currently utilize it for its therapeutic benefits.  This means that I am giving myself a great nourishing facial each time I use this clay.  =D !!!!!!!

I bought mine from Milagro Trading, previously known as Whoopee Kiddies.  You can read more about it on their website.

There were even studies done on this clay that shows it is effective in reducing dryness, improving skin clarity / elasticity & even removing oils.


Plus it’s not expensive either.  I got the 1 oz jar (as shown in photo below) for only SGD$5.50 and it can surprisingly last quite a long time.

The first few times I made my rhassoul clay mask, I used Chamomile Roman Hydrosol to mix with the clay as I was having dry flaky eczema skin at that time.

The very 1st time I mix my own clay mask, I did not know how much clay to use & how much hydrosol to mix it with.  I got a little over-enthusiastic & used 1 tablespoon of clay then added hydrosol until it formed an almost watery texture.  There was so much facial mask that it was more than enough for my face, neck & chest!!!  Oh well, this clay can be used as a body mask anyway.

After a few more tries, I managed to get the right amount which is 1 to 2 teaspoons (depending how thick I want the mask to be).  Then I add hydrosol to a smooth thick consistency (as shown below photo).

And this is how Berry Mii does it:

1)  Wash my face with cleanser, but I add a little baking soda in that cleanser so it turns into a mild scrub.

2)  Mix my clay mask & let it sit.

3)  Steam my face for 5 mins with a towel over my head.

4)  Pat dry & apply the clay mask.

5)  Leave it on for about 10 to 30mins, depending on what kind of mask I make.  If it is clay + honey, then I will leave it on for longer as it is more moisturizing.   

Point to note: when the clay mask dries up on your face, it can get very tight.  People with dry skin should avoid leaving it on for too long.  You can turn it into a moisturizing mask instead by adding honey like what I do.

6)  Time’s up.  I pat my face with warm water.  As the mask softens, I do a little face massage & it is quite exfoliating as well because the clay bits will scrub my skin.

7)  Rinse off with cold water to close pores & tighten skin.

The result is clear bright skin.  No joke.  The result is instantaneous.  The bumpy whiteheads on my temples are immediately smoothen out.  Blackheads & enlarged pores are visibly lesser.




Now that I am more confident about mixing my own clay mask, I add other stuffs into it as well like honey / essential oils / serums / green tea / apple cider vinegar / raw fruits or vegetables.  It really depends what my skin needs at that time & I love experimenting!

But so far my HG (Holy Grail) at this moment is Rhassoul Clay + Manuka Honey + a dash of cinnamon.  Remember I had the 2 cyborg eyes (huge red acne) on my face?  I did a little research on Google & decided to make this mask combination for myself.

Holy Moly, it is fabulous.  I love it.  It is deep cleansing, but so moisturizing at the same time.  It left my face feeling so so smooth & clear.

Of course it did not get rid of the 2 cyborg eyes immediately, but I dare say the mask calmed them down a lot.  On top of that I dab on some manuka honey & leave it on for like an hour (or even the whole night if you like) before washing it off.  It has amazing HEALING powers!!!  The honey managed to smooth out the acne spots & reduce the red hot inflammation.

Hmmm… my bf has this gigantic acne on his right armpit that he has been complaining about for a few days.  People get acne in all the weird places!  LOLOLOL!!!

He is so unwilling to try DIY stuff, but I think I should go Operation Armpit Attack on him & force slap some of my DIY acne formula (manuka honey + cinnamon) tonight.  For a week.  Yes, a week because that damn thing is SO HUGE like the size of my thumb.  SERIOUS!

My 2 cyborg eyes took about 3 days of manuka love to cure them.  So his should need treatment for a week or so.

Maybe give that armpit a little spa love as well & apply some of the rhassoul clay.

Everything feels so wrong, but right at the same time.

Ok, now I am excited for some strange reason.

Berry Mii stamp of approval for the Moroccan Rhassoul Clay!

My Lack of Hobbies

15 Nov

I am guessing that every single human being on this planet has a hobby or something that they really like doing / having.

Since their births, Gigi loves the internet & Buggy is addicted to his computer games.  Daddy is into IT & technology stuff.  Mummy is obsessed with fengshui which she surfs on the internet.  Dear God, my entire family members are geeks.

NO PAPA!  what will I do without my computer?!?!?!



As for my closest friends, they also have rock solid hobbies.  Mello loves reading fantasy books (not the erotic kind, you perverted minds) that involves magic & dragons & hobbits, kind of like Lord of The Rings sort of genre.  He would sometimes read self-help books & share his knowledge with me if it was interesting.

Hong is into body building.

My bf plays with balls (sounds so wrong, but right at the same time) – football, basketball, snooker/pool, etc.

Me?  I don’t think I ever had a hobby that I really enjoy doing.  And when I fill up application forms that needed me to state down my hobbies, my mind will draw a blank.  Is sleeping a hobby?  What about lazing in bed & not moving a muscle?  But still I will write down “swimming, surfing internet & watching TV“.

Do I really go swimming?  Not really, I just swim a few laps & lie down on the sunbed to tan.  But I don’t think it’s appropriate to put down Tanning as a hobby.  =\ 

err… well… at least it’s a double D cup…



Then as I grow older and more freckles appear on my face, I stopped baking myself under the sun & I changed Swimming to Reading.  I figured that if I still put down Swimming, people will wonder why my skin is so fair & I probably have to tell a white lie like “oh i do indoor swimming”.  Oh really, where?  (-_-)  So many questions to answer & the white lie grows bigger as I have to think of a place with an indoor swimming pool.  So troublesome.  Reading is more convenient.  If they ask me what I read, I will tell them any book by Richard Laymon, which will be true as I have read all his books.  Or I will steal some of that knowledge that Mello shared with me on previous occasions, which I don’t think is lying because I have also ‘read’ the self-help book, except that it is by listening to parts of it.

Surfing internet is not really a hobby of mine, unless you’re talking about Facebook / emails / etc.  I don’t even YouTube.  When I was in school, I hated research.  Each time we had to do a group project, researching materials will never be my job because I never have the patience to get it done.  I absolutely hate looking for things.  It ups my stress level a lot.

I found this on Google!  Trial & tested.
Print out & paste on your wall if necessary… very useful



Even in my daily life, I know exactly where every personal item is because I never misplace them so that I never have to go all over the house looking for my stuff.  When somebody borrows my stuff but does not put it back into its original spot & I have to look for it, my irritation & anger can reach rocket-high levels in a matter of 2 seconds.  It’s like… *realizes that my pen is not on my desk* (1 second)… where the hell is my pen? (2 seconds)…. WHO TOOK MY BLOODY PEN?!?!?! WTF @#$^*#$^!&$(%^!#@*(&*!!!!!!!!!!

*dagger stare*



That leaves Watching TV as the only one true hobby that I have in my life.  But it will not be a good idea to state it as my ONLY hobby, especially if it is a job application, right?  I figured that it will be more impressive to add in a sporty hobby (swimming) or an intellectual hobby (reading).

Oh and one thing that I have always been interested in, but never had a chance to do, is making my own stuff.  Like making my own hair clips with those Swarovski crystals or cute little candy ribbons & stuff.  Or a dress that I designed on my own.  Or my home-made deodorant using shea butter, baking powder, etc.  Or concocting my own body moisturizer using cocoa butter & my own special blend of essential oils.

I have created… … … a rose-scented booger!!!



For now, the only thing that I make on my own is my facial mask.  I use either raw honey / manuka honey or rhassoul clay / dead sea mud & blend it with hydrosols / essential oils & a little bit of serum or even some fresh lemon juice / cucumbers / tomatoes / etc.  It is super fun & I can make the facial mask according to what my skin needs at that moment.

When I have more time on my hands, I will attempt to make my own deodorant.

Oh god oh god my pits feel so violated!!!
p.s – is it just me or are the funniest photos always in sports???


In the meantime, I just found this new TV series called Haven.  It is like a combination of Fringe & Heroes.  It is pretty interesting.  I shall go veg out on the couch now.

And I think I shall file this post under About Berry Mii because it IS about me.

The Ultimate Embarrassing Moment in the MRT

12 Nov

I’m sure everyone has one.  I’m sure of it.  Some people let out loud farts, others sneeze & a huge glob of snot hits another person’s leg / shirt / face / hair.  Some joggers shit in their pants in the middle of a race (huh? what?  yes I kid you not).

When I reach the finish line, they will all. admire. my. bravery!


Ok, let’s just start with a few more embarrassing photos that I found across the internet.

Look ma!  I’ve got a great ass!



ok, I missed.  =\



Bad Fernando!  How many times must we tell you to stop playing with the wrong balls?!?!




Oh Romeo, why do we have to be competitors.
Oh Juliet Julian, see you at our secret meeting place tonight.

I was getting on the MRT this morning & you know how pack the trains can be in the morning.  Everyone rushing for work.  I got into the train & I could not hold on to any of the handle bars for support.  Just TOO MANY freakin people in the train.

The train this morning was extra jerky.  It accelerated & I leaned against someone.  It stopped & I stumble forward.  It was HORRIBLE.  I almost wanted to walk to the front of the cabin & drag that train driver out & puke in his mouth.

But then there was this one extra jerky stop & everyone in that train stumbled a little.  I would have been able to maintain my balance if not for this one stupid kid who gave me an extra bump in the shoulder.

I lost my balance & by instinct my right hand immediately reached out to grab on to a handle bar, but I missed.

I grabbed a woman’s boob instead.

EMBARASSING for both her AND me.

Because of the force of my falling momentum, I think I almost tore the bra off her chest.  She had to quickly grab on to her shirt & readjust her bra before her nipple pops out in front of the hundreds of strangers on the train.


Still, I was trying to play it cool, you know.  I glanced up at her calmly (and looking very sorry) to apologize softly & turned around pretending that nothing bad had happened.  Yo I’m cool… yeah… cool… no biggie, yo.

But in my head I was going…


*one big long hard-to-swallow gulp*

The rest of the journey I was half-expecting her to punch me in the face or bawl out crying.

And my imagination could hear slow-motion cruel laughter from those people who saw what happened, “… *slow-mo*… MWAAAAAAAA… HAAAAAA… HAAAAAAA… HAAAAA… HAAAAAAA… … WAHHHHHHH… HAAAAA… HAAAAAAAAA….. HAAAAAAA… HAAAAAAAA


Besides bowing my head in shame, I do not know what else I can do to make things better for that woman.

God.  I pray that she will not be as traumatised as me.

How Trusting These Parents Are!

11 Nov

Remember my previous post on Halloween & how I feel that it is dangerous for young children to be knocking on strangers’ doors asking for treats?  Read it HERE.

I also mentioned that our children have to be old enough to differentiate the bad guys from the good & have to be fast enough to run away from danger if need be. 

I dunno about the rest of you, but I was brought up by paranoid parents who:

1)  do not let me go out alone with my friends until I was 15

2)  set a curfew for me to come home at 4pm when I can go out alone with my friends

3)  constantly tell me not to be in the lift with a stranger alone

4)  be aware of my surroundings at all times

5)  always stay in brightly lit / crowded places

Paranoia saves lives & offers protection, okay.

Then today on Freshly Pressed at WordPress, I see THIS blog post from Free Range Kids.  It promotes some kind of  “oh let them grow up & explore on their own, learn things by themselves without overprotective parents“.

In a nutshell:  A mother (Kimberlee Morrison) lets her 8 year old son go to the park alone.  Then when her son leaves the park to go to some place & ask for water.  A stranger approached the boy & asked if he was hungry, then bought him some food.  The stranger later called the police as he was concerned for the boy’s safety.  The mother is now unhappy & wrote to Free Range Kids for some pep talk or guidance.

Firstly, what is the mother so unhappy about?  Her son DID accept food from a stranger.

A stranger asked him if he was hungry, the Boy, thinking the guy was being nice, said sure.

See?  The boy THINKING that the guy was being nice.  If the son was a teenager, he would have refused.  Her 8 year old son was lucky that the stranger IS nice & not some child molester who planned on drugging her son’s food.

Then the mother went on to say, “To which I countered that there is no law against letting my son go to the park, and that the only problem right now is that the supposedly nice person HAD involved the authorities, even though my son was fine. My son was not lost, he wasn’t injured, he wasn’t afraid, he was just thirsty. I was told that since others thought something was wrong, I should too.

This really boggles my mind.  The stranger probably wanted to test if the 8 year old boy was smart enough to refuse food from someone he didn’t recognize, but since the boy accepted his free food offer, the stranger probably decided to call the police because he felt that the boy was still gullible enough to trust strangers.

Look!  I am an innocent cuddly teddy bear!
Come play with me!


The mother was actually unhappy that her son was safe & sound when the police called her???  Did she want her son to be lying dead in a ditch before receiving the call then only she feel that the call was justified?????  She was like, “wtf call me when my son is really lost, injured, afraid or dead“.

She was agitated because a stranger was concerned about her son???  It seems to me that she was irritated by the stranger whose kind intentions was for her son’s safety.  Hello, a nice person is concerned about your son & you blame him for calling the cops?

Of course, she went on about how the cops used fear tactics & threatened to put her in jail because she allowed her son to go out alone to the park & play & accept free food from strangers… blah blah blah.  But that is her side of the story.  I wonder how her tone was like when she spoke with the police.  Was it rude?  Condescending?  Even if the police did use fear tactics or threats, but there has got to be a reason why they resorted to those methods, right?  Did she provoke the officer first?

Then the author (Lenore Skenazy) of the blog replies to Kimberlee saying, “The idea of curbing your son’s happy, normal childhood and locking him inside for the next five years is tragic. It’s ironic, too, considering that cops are supposed to MAKE the town safe, not tell people, “We can’t! Just stay inside.

 I think a happy normal childhood is still available with parents spending QUALITY time with their kids, like cycling at the beach or playing catch TOGETHER.  Instead of letting them out to play alone & exposing them to unforeseen stranger danger.

And YES, cops are supposed to make the town safe, but I do not think they are telling kids to stay home & don’t go out.  They are just telling parents to accompany their kids when they do go out to the park or wherever.  I mean, give the cops a break, man.  How can there be a cop stationed at every corner of the city to make sure that the place is safe for everyone?  There are hundreds of parks with so many acres of land.  How many cops do you want to place at each acre?  And 1 cop only has 1 pair of eyes, how many people do you want that 1 pair of eyes to watch over?  10 people?  20 people?

Help me find my lost puppy, tender little girl?



In my Halloween blog post (link provided earlier), I mentioned that the Singapore government kept reminding citizens that “Low Crime Doesn’t Mean No Crime“.  Wise words.

I know, that beyond this site, many folks would say, “The boy CAN go outside! She just has to supervise him.” But since when do adults spend from 3-6 p.m. outside, then come in for dinner, and then head outside again? And spend all day Saturdays outside? And Sundays? A summers? The idea that parents should be in the same place as their 8-year-old children all the time is a new one, born of unreasonable fear.

Wow, this just takes the whole damn cake.  I do agree with many folks who say that the boy can go outside, but with supervision.

But Lenore, on the other hand, seems to be complaining that she does not have time to spend with her kid from 3-6 pm outside & spend all Saturdays, Sundays & summers.  Nobody is telling you to let the kid out EVERYDAY to go out.  Surely you got to tell the kid to compromise & say that you’ll bring him out on Saturday mornings or something like that.  If cannot go out, then stay home to do other activities like getting the kid to help you prepare dinner or clean the house or watch TV, spend time together with your kid, foster relationship.  That is so much more useful & will lead towards an even happier, more normal childhood.

I don’t even think it is right for your child to go out & play every 3-6 pm, all Saturdays, Sundays & summers.  No need to do homework, is it?  No need to study?  Feels like these Free Rangers just want their kids to go out & don’t bother their own parents, give the adults some peace & quiet.

I believe the idea of Free Range Kids is to teach the young ones to be independent & gain survival skills.

But in this 8 year old boy case, it is obvious that his parents did not teach him any proper knowledge & skills before they let him go out alone.  Accepting free food from strangers?  It must be either the boy has not been taught to protect himself & is damn gullible… or his parents are forgetting to feed him.

Whatever said, I still support the notion that we should be paranoid when it comes to our kids’ safety.  They are our responsibility for life.  And if you really want your 8 year old kid to go out on their own, then for god’s sake, teach them properly & make sure they understand the possible dangers first.

Letting your kids run out alone without any supervision was probably the reason that Adrian Lim was able to kidnap 2 young kids & murder them.  I wrote about him in that same Halloween post (link provided earlier) & an article on his infamous history if you’re interested to read.

If kids can go unsupervised, then are you saying that teachers do not need to be chaperons when the school arranges some kind of field trip or summer camp or any excursions?  Why not just bring your kids to the woods at summer camp & leave them there alone?  Let them run around in the woods, play in the sand, step into the river, do whatever they want, accept free food from passerbys, etc.  Let them go out alone & play!  Born free, run wild!  You parents have nothing to worry about anyway, right?

Since you believe that the young ones are so matured to take care of themselves, then why not let them watch R(A) movies?  Why does the government set movie ratings for different age groups?  Just release all the movies for little kids to watch lah!  The parents won’t mind, right?

Why bother to set an age limit for kids to get piercings & tattoos?

No matter which angle I try to see this case, it just makes no sense to me.  Buay beng (Don’t understand) at all.

Stupid 4-year old Kid

10 Nov

I hate it when that kid comes over to the house.  I hate it when she sticks her face anywhere that I can see it.  I want to slap her so bad.  Or kick her in the back until she flies & hits the wall with a loud satisfying bang.  So what if she is just 4?  All the more I can use my larger body frame to bully little irritating kids (and with my twiggy frame, little 4 year olds are all that I can manage to intimidate.  When they reach 5, they’ll be my size already).

She is the reason why I am disregarding all my New Year’s Resolutions of 2010 – to refrain from vulgarities & murderous intentions.  I am not even going to keep this post civil & mature.  The irritation in me is just too much for me to contain already.  So today, I am going to be myself.  Psychotic, obnoxious & vulgar (and sprinkled with *singlish).  I don’t even care how my future kids will think of me when they read this post.  I’m sure they will understand one day when they meet a horrible kid themselves.

singlish = a language only Singaporeans can speak which
is derived from Singapore+English. We can speak proper
English if we want to, but what's the fun in it when
we can have Singlish.


Don’t get me wrong, I love kids.  I love kids a lot especially when they are asleep or quietly playing in a corner or giggling to themselves in a gentle amusing way.  As long as they do not irritate the shit out of me, I am absolutely great with kids.

But this little monster (let’s call her Banshee) is one of a kind.  She doesn’t leave me alone when I tell her to fark off (ok i didn’t exactly say fark off) while I am enjoying my expensive restaurant dinner & what does she do?  She continues to hit me with the wet tissue which she had already wiped her filthy little mouth with & you know how much I HATE FILTH.  And that went on for another good 10 mins with her mother sitting there not doing anything, enjoying her own dinner.

*blood vessel pops in my brain as I grab her tiny little arm & make her hit herself back with the wet tissue*… TAKE THAT, YOU STUPID KID.

Then imagine that Banshee comes up to you & asks if she can slap your face with her shoe.  (-_-)  wtf, kid?  That is the ultimate shocking insult to anyone who receives this kind of question from a FOUR year old kid.  A little kiddy voice going “Can I slap your face with my shoe?”  SLAP YOUR HEAD AH SLAP.  SLAP YOURSELF LAH!  Stupid 4-year old little sucker.  I believe the ability to degrade others has to be deeply rooted in her sick little mind in order for her to actually say it out.  And I thought kids were born innocent.  That has gotta be an inborn thing.  Either that or I wonder what the hell her parents have been feeding her.

*blood vessel pops in my brain as I calmly takes off my high heel shoe & stab her eye with the pointy end*… shut the fark up, you stupid kid.

When you tell her to hold on to the chocolate bar carefully & do not drop it on your sofa as she bounces everywhere on it & destroys every fiber in that expensive material, she looks at you with her innocent eyes & what does she do?  She lets go of the chocolate bar & continues to stare at you, like she’s daring you to scold her in front of her mother.  The mother who thinks she is just so adorable when her little Banshee does irritating things like this.

Oh god, so many other incidents to rage about, but so little time.

I want to strangle her so bad.  Or kick her in the head when her mother is not looking.

Which mother will let her kid continue to feel that being rude & irritating is the way to lead her life?

I am not a mother.  But I would think that if your kid says something rude, you correct her.  If she doesn’t listen to you, you continue to teach her until she gets it.

You teach her manners & respect & you do not allow her to cling on to other people’s boyfriends.  Oh god.  There was this one time, the Banshee kept clinging on to this guy (W).  And when his gf (N) came over to hold W’s hand, the Banshee repeatedly taunted N,  “i dun like you! see! i am also holding his hand.  i like him but i dun like you!”  Then she twirls around W’s arm & kept leaning on his groin & kept grabbing the pocket at W’s ass (which made him twitch away).  That went on & on until they reach home.  I could see the irritation & burning fury in N’s eyes.  Oh I feel you, girl.  I want to kill her too.  Again, the mother did nothing to stop that stupid kid from being horrible.  (-_-)   Even if she is a 4-year old, it is so so messed up.  I’m not saying that she has some kind of perverted mind.  I believe the groin & ass grabbing thing was innocent, but… with everything combined, it just looks disgusting & repulsive.  She is going to get herself raped one day & I will not even care.  Gosh.  I might even gloat.

I do not have any children of my own, but I am so sure from the bottom of my heart that a mother must never allow her kid to feel that she can do or say anything she wants.

I think the stupid Banshee is going to grow up to be the meanest, most rebellious person ever made in history.

Honestly, I think her mother is just oh-so-relieved to get rid of Banshee for just that 10 mins or longer.  It’s like she sees Banshee terrorizing others & she is thinking to herself, “oh thank god, now somebody else can deal with her while I go do something that I enjoy“.

Or when Banshee is doing something naughty like flicking food on people’s faces or talking back to adults for lecturing her, her mother thinks she is so cute & smart & intelligent.

I seriously do not ever want to see the Banshee’s face around me.  I do not want to hear her voice.  I definitely do not want to have anything to do with her.  How I wish that her whole family can just move out of the country.

I have never ever dislike a kid so much in my life.  Usually I feel indifferent towards them, no hatred no liking.  I still talk to them, play with them & take care of them with no other emotions.  But the Banshee manages to bring out the Kid Hater in me every single time she is around.  She makes me want to taser her in the face & watch CSI while she convulse & drool all over herself on the floor.

God I hate that kid.

The Encounter of The 2 Cyborg Eyes

8 Nov

UPDATED 18 Dec 2010:   I was doing some ‘spring-cleaning’ in my Sony Ericsson Satio hp & I found a photo which I had taken of my 2 huge acne back in early Nov!!!!  I didn’t know I was crazy enough to do that, but I was!  LOLOL!!  I had forgotten all about it, but now that I found it again, I will post it up here.


My period is nearing & I am having the WORST case of PMS.  EVER.  IN.  HISTORY.

i want to killllllllllllllllll youuuuuuu!!!



Yes.  Fear us, boys.

Women are scary creatures during that time of the month.

Especially when our hormones fluctuate & all sorts of skin problems surface, it leads to an even greater frustration.

This extra PMS’y month, I am already starting to get thigh cramps & a back-breaking ache.

Worst of all, 2 huge acne formed on my face.  1 one my right cheek & 1 one my chin.  They are the kind where you don’t see a pus head sticking out.  They are huge & beneath the skin.  Red, shiny, unpoppable.  Disgusting little creatures.

Ah crap, they look like 2 cyborg eyes except that they are on my cheek & chin.

They appeared on Thursday night & I stared at them for a good 10 mins before deciding that I should leave them alone.  I’m quite sure no amount of squeezing them would help because they are still unripe.

I did all I could the past few days to nurse my skin back to health.

I ate 2 juicy (but quite sour) oranges everyday for Vitamin C to aid in healing skin wounds.

But yesterday, I got a little bit more desperate & started on my own remedy.

I remember reading somewhere that cinnamon is treated as a mild astringent.  It can be used as a pimple treatment because of its anti-fungal and anti-bacterial properties, so since I do have some cinnamon powder in the fridge (which I used for pasta & making honey), I added a dash of cinnamon powder + Avene Thermal Water & applied it direct on the spots.  It stung a little & I left it on while I watched an episode of Big Bang Theory.  When I washed it off, I could see a little pus beneath the skin.  Did the cinnamon help to bring the nasty stuff to the surface?  Maybe.

At night before I went to bed, I mixed a little of Bragg’s Organic Apple Cider Vinegar + Avene Thermal Water & splashed it on my face as a toner.  Then I dab a little bit of this vinegar (no dilution) direct on the 2 acne like a pimple cream.  I read from a few websites that this vinegar is known to be an effective home remedy for acne as it helps to balance the pH levels in the skin.


The very next morning, I noticed that my face was less oily & the acne on my chin looked ready to pop!!!  Did the mother in the apple cider vinegar work its magic while I slept last night???  The yellow thick pus underneath my skin was now very obvious, but no head sticking out yet.  I was debating on whether I should stick a needle in it to take some of the unsightly pus out, but I left it alone & continued to get ready for work.

Then Gigi woke up & complained about having a bad hair day.

I looked at her & said, “oh you think a bad hair day is bad?  then what about this” & I turned my face towards her.

Her eyes immediately went  (O_O)  as she looked at my chin & right cheek.

I think it was the look of ultimate disgust.

ugh! gross!


I grabbed a needle, washed it & tried to pop the acne on the chin.  On the 1st try, a little bit of thick opaque pus came out.  I squeezed a little harder & nothing else came out so I poked it a 2nd time.  Another tiny drop came out.  I gave up because I did not want to cause any serious damage or scarring.

I wondered for a brief second if I should slap on some concealer but I thought “to hell with it“.  What if I put on concealer & it causes infection?  Even worse, right?  So I went out of the house naked face & pointed the 2 red cyborg eyes at everyone in the mrt.

May the pus in the cyborg eyes squirt out onto their faces!!!!!!


When I reached work, I ordered some fresh strawberry juice as it contains alpha-hydroxy acid to aid my skin in clearing its dead skin cells & unclog the dirt underneath.

I am so waiting for my mensus to start.  Once it starts, my PMS blues will go away & hopefully it will take away the 2 monsters too.

*moondances at the top of Pinnacle to summon the blood river*