Spidey's New Costume Unveiled

Spotted on Sunday, 20 May 2007 in a Toyota showroom is Spiderman's new costume! Yup, you saw it first, here, on this blog, not Marvel. Feast your eyes, ladies and gentleman... *drum rolling*

"Does green shorts make me look fat?"

Food Review: Want to drink some 'dahl'?

Being a pumpkin-soup-virgin, I didn’t know how pumpkin soup should taste like but last week I had the chance at this high-class pretentious place that we shall call Restaurant X. To sum up the soup, I had to say it was utterly and indescribably yucky! Imagine drinking an orange concoction that tested exactly like how dahl would taste like if you blended it with water. You know dahl, those curry-like stew you dipped your roti canais in. "Blended dalh" is as close a description as it can get and it tastes as gross as it sounds. Later my friends and I found out that the pumpkin soup tasted like it did because they had been prepared with a sprinkle of cumin. How weird we thought. I'm never gonna try soups listed as 'Chef's Creation' in the menu ever again!

"This is dahl but imagine drinking a watery version of this."

Nevermind that, our main course was a cold slab of fish served with an indistinguishable brownish sauce and an equally indistinguishable light brown sauce. Dessert was a big plate with half a slice of strawberry, cinnamon ice-cream and warm apple crumble tart. The only edible thing that tasted good to me was the dessert. Thank God for them as I was close to gagging because of the fishy smell from the main course.

Now anyone would have stayed away from this restaurant but no, we had to be dragged there again only a week later. We were reluctant to try again but someone dangled the 'Different Menu' carrot on us. And indeed what a difference it was, not just from the previous menu but from all the other restaurants we ever been to. Our appetizer was a plate of vege + sliced boiled egg + tuna + cubed baked potatoes and beans!

"Appetising? Yes?"

A feeling of dejavu washed over me as I tried to down this. It was just as bad as the pumpkin soup. I was starting to feel like I'm caught up in some Fear Factor show by now. Anyone time now Joe Rogan would pop up from nowhere and scream "Fear Factor Lunch Hour Invasion!" in my face. But no, instead the main course arrived and it was even worse. We were served tempura but I dunno what kind of flour or oil they use to fry the seafood with cause they tasted like leftovers to me. The chili + tomato + mayonnaise that we piled on only help to make it ever so slightly better.

Lastly, our dessert came and much to my disappointment, the pistachio ice-cream tasted like an almond-flavored one instead. Horrors! Anyone ever being forced to drink almond soup as a child? If yes, then you'd know what it was like to drink an almond soup mixed with tears for 2 hours. Lucky for the half slice of strawberry and brownies to drown out the horrible taste. It's also interesting to note that they served the dessert while we were still chowing away on the tempura. Insert *raised eyebrow* here.

"Chocolate fondant served with chocolate sauce and pistachio ice cream"

I really don't understand why people would voluntarily pay good money for this place. Sure, we get a nice view of the Eye on Malaysia but is it worth it? It's not like they even had cute waiters and service is clearly something else they don't excel at. This place gets a lowly undeserving '2' on the Bad Ass Chick's rating scale.

Stay away from a certain 24th floor in our nation's capital's city center. You've been warned!

My 'Good Charlotte' Day

It all started innocently enough. Girl listens to the radio and finds Good Charlotte has some pretty darn catchy songs. Girls hear news of their concert in KL and girl gets excited but little did girl know that things will quickly turn into rollercoaster ride from thereon.

Event : MTV Live Featuring Good Charlotte
Date : Saturday, 21st April 2007
Venue : Carpark A, Bukit Jalil Stadium, KL
Time : 8.00pm

First of all, I've tried entering every freaking contest I came across to secure 2 tickets to the concert. MTV? Check. Digi? Check. Junkonline? Check. Star newspaper? Check. Sony BMG? Check. Did I miss out any? Probably so but still, all those contests and nothing. Hubby had to buy the tickets from this dude we found off the net. OK, so I got a pretty decent price for VIP tickets. I managed to bargained down the price from RM100 for each VIP tickets to RM120 for both but still, curse MTV and Digi for all the hassle! Bah!

Anyway, the long-awaited day finally arrives. Hubby was working half day so I did my wifey duties at home. By 5pm I was dead exhausted from the chores I had completed seeing how Saturday is the only day I do them. Took a short nap as it was raining and I sure as hell ain't gonna stand in the rain at the concert venue. I wore my 5-inches-high knee-high boots as I figured I needed the extra height to see past the see of heads at the concert later as I know I'm no basketball player material. And no, I'm not crazy to wear heels to a standing concert as I'm used to them.

So, out we went to grab some snacks and lo and behold, my heels broke just as I was about to step out from the car! Damnit, now of all times? So we detoured to a nearby relative's house and grabbed the nearest pair of shoes we can find that fits me which so happens to be a pair of pink slippers. My extra height dream just fell flat on my face there and then.

Nevermind that, I kept my spirits high in the thought that we'd be rocking with Good Charlotte soon. Was really pleased to find the VIP entrance without so much as a queue when the normal entrance was jammed up with snakes of people. Phew, RM120 bucks well spent I thought. We reached the mosh pit to find that hey, we're only like 5 rows from the front of the stage. How cool is that? I can finally see up Joel and Benji's nostrils if I so inclined. Awesome! Kiddin, that's just gross no matter who they are.

It was a long hot stuffy wait as the concert started at about 9pm when it was supposed to have started at 8pm. *rolleyes* I heard some fanatic fans actually started queuing up at like 5pm! Gosh! I started to have difficulty breathing as the air was getting really stuffy from the crowd and the spotlights beaming down on us only made the air hotter and stuffier. One dude standing close to me had terrible BO. *gag* RM120 doesn’t seemed so well spent now.

However, that was quickly forgotten as VJ Colby and VJ Denise Keller appeared on stage to introduce One Buck Short followed by VJ Utt and VJ Nur Fazura (Putri from the Gol & Gincu series), Estranged and finally, Lo. Now I just had to mention how incredibly handsome Utt is. So much more better looking than when he's on TV. Face..., body..., he is just purr-fect! *salivating*

So, after an hour plus later and much sweating and shoving from the much TALLER people all around me, Good Charlotte finally makes their appearance. I was still in high spirits, jumping around to their songs but I didn't get far. Only halfway through the 2nd song, 'Lifestyle of the Rich and Famous', which so happens to be one of my favourite songs from them, the unthinkable and the unimaginable happened. I fainted!

I still dunno what happened. I was jumping around to the song then suddenly I felt very tired and very sleepy. I leaned back against my hubby and then I tried to stand up straight again. I opened my eyes once more but the sleepiness was just overwhelming. I remembered leaning back at hubby for the second time and the next thing I knew, I was asleep, floating and dreaming. I dunno how long it passed before I came to. I felt someone checking my breathing and I heard 'Keep Your Hands Off My Girl' blaring in the background. Only then did I realize that I was actually being carried out away from the crowd.

Funny thing is, when woke up, I was clutching somebody's shoe like it was a bolster and my slippers have gone MIA. After resting and drinking some water, I was fine and wanted to get back to the mosh pit but couldn't as I was walking around barefoot. We decided to watch from our seats afar and left by 11pm. Hubby gave me a piggyback ride back to our car. Was really sad I couldn't enjoy the concert as much as I had wanted to. I've been to many concerts in the past and had never fainted like this before. Even survived the much more crowded sardine-can-like snake pit in Linkin Park's concert. Must be the exhaustion + hunger + dehydration + stuffy smelly air at the mosh pit this time.

To the girl who lost a shoe, I'm so sorry! I didn't know how your shoe ended up in my hands. To Good Charlotte, you guys were great, please come back again. Last but not least, thanks to my honey for being so sweet throughout the entire day.

300 Rocks!!!

300, one of the most visually-stunning movie of this year had graced our shores on Thursday night and yours truly was lucky enough to catch the movie last weekend. For you see, my husband and I, along with our bunch of friends had been waiting in bated-breath for the movie ever since we saw the trailer in the cinema. He, for the violent cool factor of the show and me, just because I'm a sucker for anything Greek-related.

The story tells of King Leonidas, who had a tendency to bare this teeth for all the world to see when he speaks and litters his sentences with liberal amounts of exclamation marks, who was forced to take a 'stroll' with 300 of his beefy 'bodyguards' when the jewelry-and-make-up-wearing Persian God-King Xerxes threatens his beloved Sparta because Spartan politics and religion would not allow him to start a war during some sacred ceremonial month.

"You mean there is a pile of bodies somewhere in this picture and not just a bunch of bootylicious, scalding hell-temperature HOT half-naked men?"

So what we get is an excellent adaptation of Frank Miller's graphic novel into a copper-toned, fantasy-like realm where all the men are tough, rough and buffed. If you are not born with boobs then you better make damn well sure that you are either a man's man, alpha male Spartan or you are souvenir to the Grim Reaper before your first diaper change. After all, to quote the King, ‘THIS! IS! SPARTA!!!’.

I was really reeling myself for a squirm and squeal session for most part of the movie as I'm not really into gore and violence but pleasantly surprised myself but sitting through the show wide-eyed and thoroughly enjoying the slash-stab-kill action without so much as a blink. Watching the half-naked men in action actually makes me wanna kill a certain middle-aged biatch at work Spartan-style. Tonight you dine in hell!!! Grr!!!

"You want a piece of me?!!!"

There was a few scene that made me laugh out loud though and I heard the guy behind me commenting, 'Weird people'. I'm very sure he directed that comment at the near-psychotic, death-numb Spartan warriors and not me. Watch out for the light hearted moments courtesy of a spinning decapitated head, some elephants, an apple, a goat and an eye. Trust me, I've not gone mad as yet.

So all in all, I would say this one is definitely a winner and worth the money and time spent in the darkened cinema hall provided that you are not trying to hard to make it politically or historically-correct. Just enjoy the movie for the cool factor and you will come out from the cinema a very satisfied person and perhaps rushing to sign up that long overdue gym membership.

Movie Review - Ghostrider

Call me stubborn or hard-headed but I just had to watch a movie to decide for myself even if the majority of reviews give a movie a bad rap. That is just what happened with Ghostrider (or 'Penunggang Motosikal' according to the Malay subtitle) recently.

Now, I've got a bad feeling already when I saw that Nicholas Cage was taking the lead in the movie. I mean common, the old man is balding! How convincing can he be as a bad ass biker? They should have just stick to the gorgeous young bloke playing the young Johnny Blaze for the rest of the movie. He is yummylicious. This way, even if the movie sucks, which it did BIG time, then at least the girls in the house still get an eye candy to drool over while the guys slobber over Eva Mendes's booming asset. Now when I say boom, I really meant 'explode'. Just watch the movie and you'll know what I mean, you pervert.

Anyhow, other than bad casting (Nicholas Cage is just SO wrong for the part. Heck, even the old Ghostrider looks way much cooler.), there's also the bad posturing from Nic. There's this one pose with the fore finger pointing at the bad guys with the rest of the fingers curled back awkwardly that just had me laughing out loud in the cinema. It's just such an insanely dumb pose to strike. I wonder if Nicky boy came up with that on his own or the director who incidentally also helmed the flopped efforts in Daredevil and Elektra did. I'm seeing a trend here.

Now, I'm not much of a comic-book person but even I know the storyline in the movie wasn't the same as those in the comics. Worse still, there is zilch action in the movie other than some fleeting moments of a burning skull on a cool burning bike. The bad guys dropped like flies. One word to describe them, pathetic with a capital 'P'. I'm totally disgusted.

So, my 2 cents worth of review here is this is a big waste of time. I sincerely believe a few of my excellent brain cells would have lasted that much longer had I not subjected them to the show.

Britney Fed Up With K-Fed

Hey, my posting title rhymes!

Anyway, today I'm just going to share with you another hilarious article I read. I forgot where it came from but it is SO sarcastic funny I just had to share it. I read it yesterday and it's still hilarious when I read it now. So here goes, enjoy.

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Blame K-Fed's soaring success for Britney split

Wannabe rapper can now sell his CDs out of the trunk of his Ferrari

The story of “A Star Is Born” is by now familiar. A husband and wife in show business struggle to keep their union strong despite the fact that one of them finds fame and fortune while the other endures only heartache and disappointment. The most serious casualty in such a relationship isn’t a broken dream; it’s everlasting love.

I couldn’t help but gravitate toward the “A Star Is Born” model when the news broke that Britney Spears and hubby Kevin Federline are calling it quits. Obviously, the strain of astounding success juxtaposed against pathetic failure proved to be too much. Obviously, Britney just couldn’t deal with K-Fed’s meteoric rise into hip-hop royalty.

It must be brutal for Brit. One moment he’s lying around the mansion with his entourage siphoning her funds while trying to think of words that rhyme with “prenup,” then suddenly it’s all gone. No more insipid heart-to-hearts. No more unexplained late-night absences. No more pleas for career boosts. Just a big black hole where his love had been.

K-Fed’s status in the entertainment business has been massively misinterpreted, and, in turn, this breakup will appear to the unenlightened as Britney getting fed up with K-Fed.

Sure, he was booed recently during a brief appearance at the annual Halloween Carnival in West Hollywood. And he was booed at an appearance during a World Wrestling Entertainment match in L.A. And he reportedly had to plead to keep organizers from canceling a concert in a New York City club after only 300 people showed up in a room that holds 1,500. And shows at the House of Blues in Cleveland and Atlantic City were cancelled. And many in the hip-hop community reacted with derision and scorn after K-Fed performed at the Teen Choice Awards, including XXL magazine editor-in-chief Elliot Wilson, who said: “He doesn’t get that he’s Britney’s man and it’s hard to take him seriously.”

Also, there is his new CD, “Playing With Fire,” in which he raps about climbing out of obscurity in Fresno to enjoy a life of privilege and wealth as Britney’s husband. Rolling Stone’s Kevin O’Donnell called it “reprehensible,” while Entertainment Weekly’s Chris Willman gave it a grade of “F” and Stephen Thomas Erlewine of All Music Guide said, “It’s also a bore because he’s a boor.”

All of that is just jealousy. K-Fed has, above all else, street cred. The street in question might be Rodeo Drive, but still. People make such a big deal out of the fact that 50 Cent has been shot nine times. Try being K-Fed for a day. Try loading a day’s worth of shopping and 11 slacker buddies into one Rolls-Royce Phantom and then come talk to me about street cred.

Our finest hip-hop artists are where they are because they draw upon challenging life experiences and harrowing close calls to inspire their music. This is K-Fed all over. He’s a poster boy for adversity. For instance, recently he told Entertainment Weekly: “I used to be embarrassed to go to the store and buy tampons, but that’s all past tense. Once you make it through that, then you’re good.”

It’s possible that quote was taken out of context, but I don’t recall him saying that he was buying the tampons for Britney. If he wasn’t, if he was just buying them, then he is truly facing more hardship than any man should bear. Somewhere in that tragic situation is a song that, despite threats of more ridicule, demands to be written and performed before a sparse audience.

Britney made a recent appearance on “Late Night With David Letterman” and looked good. She had a sassy new blond hairdo and was clad in an enticing black dress. It was only a staged cameo, a mere morsel of celebrity banter, but it gave her an opportunity to meet the public during this trying time. The folks in Dave’s audience responded favorably, bathing her in applause.

But she obviously is hurting. Reminders are everywhere. Whenever she sees a married couple sitting together in a restaurant, she’ll immediately think of Kevin, especially if the guy is making the woman pick up the check. When she attends one of the major music awards shows, she’ll hobnob with fellow superstars backstage and long for the days when Kevin was beside her, asking her for 20 bucks for cigarettes.

Funniest Article of 2006

The article is taken from The Star Online's website on 28 Dec 06.

Bloggers feeling deprived after access throttled

KUALA LUMPUR: One group that has been badly hit by the disruption of Internet access is the blogger community.

Most bloggers using overseas-based servers like Friendster, Xanga and MySpace have found it difficult to access their weblogs.

Blogger Joyce Wong said she only managed to upload a few sentences onto her blog.

“It is really getting to me because I have all my information and contacts online and I cannot get my work done,” said Wong, who is known as KinkyBlueFairy online.

For radio deejay cum music producer Johan Farid Khairuddin, the inability to post his blog meant that he has been disconnected from his fans. “I blog very frequently – every five minutes if I may say so – and this breakdown has affected me emotionally as I am unable to interact with others,” said the 26-year-old.

Student Adrian Teh, 22, who blogs and reads his friends' posts regularly, said he felt hopeless.

Tech and gadgets blogger Albert Ng said he was not affected by the disruption because his weblog was in a local server. However, he has had difficulties going to his friends' blogs as well as international e-mail sites.

Noor Faridah Zulkiflie was planning to revert to paper and pen since she was unable to post her blogs online. “I feel wretched now because I have lots of pent-up feelings but unfortunately cannot write about them,” said the 22-year-old student.

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OK OK, so some part of the Internet was down yesterday but for the life of me I just cannot make the connection between that and using words like 'deprived', 'hopeless' and 'wretched' to describe one's feeling of being unable to blog for less than a day.

Seriously, why is our national newspaper compelled to publish this story is beyond me. Not that all news should be the serious, doom and gloom kind though. Aah, I get it. Must be for its entertainment value. I laughed my heart out reading the article above while drinking my coffee this morning. What a great way to start the day.

Sure blogging is fun but feeling deprived, hopeless and wretched just because you can write online? Get a life! And what's with blogging every 5 minutes? That's not blogging, that's just crazy! 10:05 Drinking coffee, 10:10 Peeing the coffee I just drank, 10:15 Checking emails, 10:20 Just breathing...

Is this article for real or what?