Snuff.. no, not the porn version..

Snuff: a preparation of tobacco, either powdered and taken into the nostrils by inhalation or ground and placed between the cheek and gum.

Just wanted to share with you guys something a friend of mine bought for me in Germany. It's a snuff inhaling type thing. COOL!


Step 1: Place the long wooden slat on top of the triangle type slat as below:


Step 2: Put the snuff into the two holes...


Step 3: Put nose over the 'two holes'.. how dodgy does that sound?


Step 4: Get ready to inhale, one two three press SNAP and inhale at the same time!


End result: It burns baby!! BURRNNNSSS!!! Ow Ow Ow...


Reminds me of another activity that requires an icing sugar lookalike and sniffing.. Not that I do it of course... But just brings it to mind.

1 hit, 2 hit, 3 hit.. DIE

Will somebody PPPLLEEAAASSEE tell me what the hell is so cool about BOXING?!?!?!?! If you can't tell by now, i'm almost screaming out this sentence. Okay, i'll admit i pretty much don't get sport as a whole. I mean i DO watch football, but i enjoy it more for the camaraderie it encourages than for the actual following of a bunch of guys chasing a little ball around a huge field. But Boxing? BOXING?!? A couple of guys pounding the living daylights out of each other?! Pfft..

Every time i'm forced to watch boxing (meaning i'm actually in the vicinity of a boxing match on tele) for about a couple of minutes, it literally is entertaining to watch me. Everytime one of the boxers takes a hit, i yell like i'm the one who's had my teeth knocked in. Everytime a boxer gets knocked out, i behave like someone's just beat on me with a sock full of quarters. I kid you not! I know i know, drama drama, but for real i always and i mean ALWAYS cry over a boxing game! I will admit (only under pain or torture) that i love watching a good real life street fight. I mean it's entertaining, not only to watch but to ponder on what was the underlying reason behind the fight.

That's the difference right there i suppose, a real life street fight has REAL emotion behind it, whereas a boxing game is all about winning. EGO and PRIDE. If you ask me, that just ain't a good enough reason for me to play a game where i could end up brain damaged, or worse, looking like i'm in desperate need for cosmetic surgery.

Floating like a butterfly, stinging like a bee.. ah phooey.. i hope the damn bee stings the bloody butterfly..

Obsessions

Pink. I've recently developed a somewhat unhealthy obsession with the colour pink. Seriously. Alot of those who are close to me know that i'm somewhat of an all black or white kinda gal, so seeing me wearing pink invokes reactions like "what the f**k are you wearing?"

I recently bought a big pink bag that i use on a daily basis. My reasoning behind wearing the bag is because it makes a huge statement, and i find that in my line of work, you need to make a statement to your clients. True enough, my el cheapo RM150 bag gets compliments from the guys at Aigner, Coach but the truth is i cringe in embarassment when they ask me where i bought it from. Cause even the name of the shop will make any hard core grunge/punk want to slit their wrists, are you ready? *sigh*.. its 'Pink Pussycat'

Initially when I walked past the shop the first thought that came into my mind was, "Paris Hilton would love how it looks like someone vomitted up pink paint all over the place". And here's another thing, I've just realised that i'm obsessed with Paris? But the million dollar question is... WHY!?!

It's not like i like her or anything, or do i subconsciously admire her and my consciousness is fighting a battle within my mind? drama.. maybe i do envy some aspects of her life, not the porno part mind you, but the lineage that has allowed her to make her mark on both the entertainment and entrepeneurial world (is that even a word) andddddd... her song is not all that bad! she can't sing to save her life but the tunes' catchy.. and i find myself singing and dancing to it, much to my chagrin.

i don't know what the point of this blog is. but then again a blog is meant for you to express your own individual opinions no?

I'm the queen of the world!

It has recently come to my attention that I’m being called an attention seeking whore by certain individuals. I mean what the fuck? Are we still in high school where the highlight fo the day was gossiping about others. For the love of God, grow the fuck up. Yeah you’re a big-shot in the company but if I had a mentality like yours… I’d slit my throat.

These comments have apparently started circulating as soon as I started my new job. What is it about this job that seems to invoke huge gobs of envy from some others? Yeah so I talk about my new job a lot, but that’s because I’m quite kampung so many small things like this are a secret thrill for me (and my TRUE friends know that! Yeah so I’ve changed my style of dressing, but that’s only because I HAVE to because I’m ‘representing’ an international brand!

So i've got a couple of things to say to you: Don't snitch on me because you're envious. Don't blab on my secrets because you're jealous. Don't pretend to be my friend when you're not! And last but not least, don't HATE me cuz you secretly want to BE me. If you cross me one more time, I'd crush you like a bug. I'm a bright, beautiful flower and you're nothing but an ugly, old hag of a weed.