To quote Zhou, "What a surprise....Never in my lifetime expecting you to blog." To be honest, me neither. But now I'm going to do one better, I'm gonna blog about fashion. Its safe to say that I find baby-doll dresses the most attractive. So what is a baby-doll dress? Well my fashion-impaired friends, that dress up there is one example, and it is called a Navy Chiffon Ribbon Babydoll Dress. In case you're wondering, the ribbons are just there to play with our minds (our = guys) LOL! So why do they call it the baby-doll dress? Well I don't exactly want to quibble over terminology, but the first time I heard of this term was during the Australian Open 2006. Apparently Maria Sharapova and some other Russian tennis star sent shockwaves not only in the tennis world, but throughout the fashion world as well. It was because they came to play wearing some form of baby-doll dresses. Long time ago, I used to be a fan of Sharapova, and that was way before she was the superstar she is today. Curiously I lost interest in her by the time she won Wimbledon in 2004. Perhaps it was due to the fact that I had....lets just say....a Sharapova of my own =p. Now I have nuts.
But seriously what is it with Russia? Is it the air? Did Stalin put some beauty-enhancing chemical in the water decades ago? I guess that explains why there used to be a significant number of Soviet ultra-nationalists in the past: There are thousands of gorgeous girls in Mother Russia to DIE FOR! More importantly, unlike their South Korean counterparts, many of these Russian beauties came from humble beginnings and therefore couldn't afford plastic surgery!. Anyway, I think that concludes Episode 6. So stay sharp and be on the lookout! If any of you see a gorgeous lady with long legs, pretty face with a sweet smile, walking around in a baby-doll dress in Melaka (Yea coz life's just that good.....):
I CALL DIBS!!!
But seriously what is it with Russia? Is it the air? Did Stalin put some beauty-enhancing chemical in the water decades ago? I guess that explains why there used to be a significant number of Soviet ultra-nationalists in the past: There are thousands of gorgeous girls in Mother Russia to DIE FOR! More importantly, unlike their South Korean counterparts, many of these Russian beauties came from humble beginnings and therefore couldn't afford plastic surgery!. Anyway, I think that concludes Episode 6. So stay sharp and be on the lookout! If any of you see a gorgeous lady with long legs, pretty face with a sweet smile, walking around in a baby-doll dress in Melaka (Yea coz life's just that good.....):
I CALL DIBS!!!
(FYI: Dibs to get shot down, not to actually suceed in getting her)
Haiz. Anyway been trying to decide on what to bring to Fleur's house tomorrow (potluck dinner). Actually I know what she wants me to get. Sorry Fleur, the heart is willing but the wallet is too empty. But I'm definitely going to bring dessert, which reminds me:
SOMEONE! ANYONE!....Please please remind me to go buy Baskin Robbins next Friday (31 July 2009). Thanks to my rotting brain, I have missed 31st May, and all the previous 31st as well. Sigh I really can't remember the last time I ate it. And now with my own hard-earned money, I can finally eat without guilt. So if you are like me (someone who will happily die while eating away a KFC bucket) and you don't want to miss the 31% discount, you can join me next Friday. If however, you're a coward who thinks that there's a point in trying to avoid the inevitable very health conscious person, well then:
Moving along I have some good news and some bad news. Good news first right? Ok, the good news is that The Whiny One (aka Zhou) has casted Redemption on his dead blog. Guess I can take off that "R.I.P" status from your link. Daryl you have no excuse now. You better have a new post by the time I see you this Saturday!
Bad news? The extremely disturbing news is that my CPA enrolment has been confirmed. Not only do I now have to work hard during the day, but now I also have to study hard at night. So as I end this post, please observe a minute of silence. Remember me as I once was: a free-spirited person, someone who knew no stress, and who had all the freedom in the world to rot at night.
For I am no more.
Haiz. Anyway been trying to decide on what to bring to Fleur's house tomorrow (potluck dinner). Actually I know what she wants me to get. Sorry Fleur, the heart is willing but the wallet is too empty. But I'm definitely going to bring dessert, which reminds me:
SOMEONE! ANYONE!....Please please remind me to go buy Baskin Robbins next Friday (31 July 2009). Thanks to my rotting brain, I have missed 31st May, and all the previous 31st as well. Sigh I really can't remember the last time I ate it. And now with my own hard-earned money, I can finally eat without guilt. So if you are like me (someone who will happily die while eating away a KFC bucket) and you don't want to miss the 31% discount, you can join me next Friday. If however, you're a
LIVE LONG AND PROSPER!
Moving along I have some good news and some bad news. Good news first right? Ok, the good news is that The Whiny One (aka Zhou) has casted Redemption on his dead blog. Guess I can take off that "R.I.P" status from your link. Daryl you have no excuse now. You better have a new post by the time I see you this Saturday!
Bad news? The extremely disturbing news is that my CPA enrolment has been confirmed. Not only do I now have to work hard during the day, but now I also have to study hard at night. So as I end this post, please observe a minute of silence. Remember me as I once was: a free-spirited person, someone who knew no stress, and who had all the freedom in the world to rot at night.
For I am no more.