egg me.

me and francine were discussing.. okay, crapping in class during math. can you blame us? and i quoted my now-familiar phrase: "he's so hot you could fry an egg on him", and we got to talking about guys who we know, and when we came to one of the fellas, the evil little bi*** that i am, i rated him badly. he was a total egoistic player!!

so we came up with this rating system:

raw egg : so not hot. not even lukewarm. like.. straight out of the refridgerator! reserved for low-life two timing scum. not even the ugliest geek deserves it.

soft-boiled egg : not that good, but anything's better that a raw egg. somewhat decent, but still has way too many shortcomings.

hard-boiled egg : cute! not a bad catch, and a totally must-have accessory to have to all social occasions. hold on to him and never let go!

fried egg : fried eggs are special because they don't need water to be cooked. this one requires oil. totally one of a kind, and oh-so-beyond. a rare species that makes you weak in the knees, woozy and just day-dreamy. hot stuff bay-beh! you KNOW you're in like when you rate him a fried egg.

evaporated egg : francine and i didn't think it suitable to put our favorite pretty boy, Orlando Bloom in the same category as lesser more realistic mortals, so we created a more unreachable level. egg so HOT that it evaporated to non-existence. people, no, Idols, in this category are Orlando and (francine insisted on his inclusion) Chad Micheal Murray. these are the stuff of Legends. people so incredible you have to be one to score one.

i wonder where i stand...

leave me a post-it.

yuen

quote of the day : "Love all, trust a few, and do wrong to none" - William Shakespeare -

respect to the dude.

finally!

Finally, the laptop works again.

Lit Night was last Friday, and it was kind of a success i suppose. i mean, nothing MAJOR happened, but then it wasn't the most exciting Lit Night ever. ah well.

right after my piano exam we rushed to Krystina's house so i could prim and preen, but not before stopping by a&w. we then went over to krys' house and booted a guy who was playing with her computer so the girls could change. haha! so i changed into this super gorgeous dress lent to me by anaz's cousin, and then proceeded to obssess for the next hour over whether or not to wear a purple shawl to hide my fat arms and cover me up, but seemed slightly over the top, or to wear the drabby see through white but totally acceptable top. Cheryl suggested i go with the shawl, so i did.

I also had to get rid of extra tickets because SOME people decided that their friends weren't coming last minute. good thing i could get a refund. krys curled my hair for me, which turned out pretty well, i must say! i rushed backstage as soon as i got to school and in about half an hour, the show was on the road.

For me, the best part about Lit Night isn't the actual concert, but the after-party. how tragic... after 'cleaning around' for a bit, and lots of pictures, the whole gang of us stuffed ourselves like sardines into Charmaine's mom's car. unfortunately, the whole lot of us in the car meant Uncle didn't have a ride there.. whoops..

as i left the hall,i was tempted to knick a corsage left over, but decided not to. the last thing i saw when i left the hall was one of the people i invited being kicked by little gingerbread men. heheheheh!!

as we went through a&w, i felt like a celebrity. people kept giving me odd glances ( then agian, they gave all of us odd glances) and friends kept saying hi, plus, my feet had a some what 'glamorous' ache to it, which is what you would expect from wearing kitten heels for the past three hours.

so we settled down and proceeded to make a total ruckus. we did the whole 'yum seng' thing and got scolded by the staff..hehe.. looked for krys, cause i wanted to see how her hair turned out like, because when i left her house, she was moaning about her non-curling hair. didnt' see her, but i heard she headed off to starbucks with the gingerbread man and family. sigh.. people who can afford starbucks all the time..

had a great time at the restaurant! took loads of photos with gorgeous friends, so look out for them on my friendster account! i've put a picture of quin, kareen, and me above.

all in all, i had a wonderful time for the past few weeks. i had a great assistant, and i'm so glad i got to know some of my friends better, or at least hung out with them more. now there's only installation left to look forward to..

signing out

yuen

comments for the day: crazy cool was stolen from my lit book and american television. yes, kimm, go ahead and link me. thanks for asking! that is so sweet

So in like

As usual, i've fallen in like. Yes, you read right, like, not the big L-O-V-E. At least i'm honest enough with myself to know the difference no? No offence, (but hey, this is the UNCENSORED version) but i've always found it a little immature that so many teens think themselves in love when they finally find a boyfriend or girlfriend. Let's just be totally and brutally honest here, not to mention most probably politically incorrect, but most of the time, the bf/gf is more like a covetted popularity award. To be fair, many couples genuinely like each other and may even have special feelings, but is it absolutely appropriate to say you're in LOVE?

Many people get their first bf/gf during their teens, and I wonder how they know they are in love, or how their respective other is 'THE ONE'. Is it that special feeling? If so, how do they know that feeling will last? Actual research shows that the feeling of euphoria fades after about three months. Hmm..

Of course, i'm not saying that they have no future! Perhaps some couples really will make it all the way.

So yes, as i was saying, I'm in like. Which is really out of the ordinary, because he's not what you would think my type of guy would be. The guys that i've kind of liked so far has been the bookish, intellectual, maybe even blur type. I know, I know.. a bit of a nerd, okay? But i think subconciously, after all these types, I've finally changed and fallen for a Bad Boy.

Yes, the Bad Boy .

The brooding silent figure in the back of the room. * weak knees*

The totally macho man so Hot you could fry and egg on him. * drool*

The guy who oozes danger and yet does things so caring it's just too sweet for words. *faints*

I know i'm in like with him because of the fact that i'm actually willing to overlook the fact that he SMOKES. It's a disgusting habit, but as long as he doesn't smoke in front of me, and eats loads of breathmints, I'm pretty okay with it. Although it would be crazy cool if he actually stopped smoking!


signing off
yuen


word of the day: emancipate - to free, especially form legal, political or social restrictions

good sentence : slaves were not emancipaed until 1863 in the United States.

bad sentence : Mariah Carey's boobs were emancipated in many of her music videos.

The Beginning.. again

So this is a new blog.. Again. Before anything, i would like to dedicate today's blog to my friend Kareen, who told me to blog again. So yay!

I have just finished watching Laguna Beach on mtv. I still don't know if it's a reality show or is it a scripted drama, because the acting or whateve is really natural, but on the other hand, how much drama can a teen have??!!

For the unupdated, Laguna Beach so far has had multiple break ups and make ups, two fashion shows, too many bitch fights to count, and many clubbing scenes. They're the same age as me! I mean, sure, they live in 'the real orange county' but is it for real???!!! I wonder....

Today's topic seems to be reality shows, so let's go on to my favourite reality show : The Apprentice!

Anybody who has watched Apprentice 1 will remember an almost probably hate Amorosa. I don't think i've had more fun bitching about anybody else! I didn't have a paticular favourite but i found Sam very interesting. If i owned a company, i would hire him on the spot! He would make a very cool but exasperating motivational speaker! haha.. i certainly wouldn't pick Bill. He's so uninspiring. bleh.

The amazing race is also one reality show i like. Any survivor fan would know that Rob Boston and Amber from the all stars survivor(is it?) joined the amazing race. No, they didn't win, but i was rooting for them all the way. Rob's way of putting things into logic and his slyness and cunning ways just leaves you speechless. What other person could convince other teams to join him in abandoning a task and take a four hour penalty???!! RESPECT, dude! Although it serves him right for asking Meredith and Gretchen whether or not they got on the earlier flight, hoping to get them to panic about getting ahead. Unfortunately for him, there WAS an earlier flight. ahahahaha!!! talk about irony..

My Sweet Sixteen is another show on Mtv i enjoy. It's fascinating to watch these spoilt brats spend thousands of dollars on parties for their sixteenth birthday. And I thought I was spoilt. sheesh. So far, i've watched a coming out party, an Arabian nights themed party, a Tennis party that served sushi, and a diva wannabe arriving in a helicopter. I kid you not. and my mom wonders why i want to be an event manager. Do you not see the dollars signs when you get clients such as this?

It's late, I'm tired and bored. No one's online to chat with me ( thanks a lot Kar) so i'm signing out.

peace.

yuen