» Wednesday, July 8, 2009 / -6:02 AM

Hi people!
Blog has been dead for a few weeks now. Fear not, von's back!

So many things happened in the past month!
Our favourite back-walking, heart-stopping, crotch-grabbing superstar,
Michael Jackson
is gone due to cardiac arrest.
Or from Diprivan, an extremely strong sleeping med.
OR from the pain killers he had been taking.
ORRRRR from the jabs his personal physician gave him.

Rest in peace.
You're not alone.

On the same day, one of the original Charlie's Angels passed on too.
MJ stole her spotlight. :x

I'm into a new game called Dragonica.
Kylan is level 24, going 25.
And I am the extremely easy class, the Jester!

Going to have a scene photo shoot with my lovely darling,
Rachel Ooi
We've not fix the date yet, but we'll definitely be rocking it.
I can't wait at all! Will post it up here when it's done, I guess.
This amateur is ready to snap away.

And...

Last Friday, I received a weird phone call. That guy sounded like an Indian guy and he was saying that he's doing a survey for a female magazine in Malaysia, Her World. A part of me says that it is a scam, another, says maybe this poor guy needs help. So yeah, I talked to him.
Initially, he was asking me some innocent questions like what do you wear for formal occasions, what do you think is casual wear, stuffs like that. Then, he asked me about my most outrageous experiences, which I lied about, obviously. He asked what's the most daring things I have ever worn to several occasions, what I've seen on others that I find daring. Then, that guy asked went on having a sex survey. >.>
I kept emphasizing that I have a boyfriend
and that I did it with him, stuff and stuff. Then he forced me to ask him some kind of question.
I gave up and asked him "What's your size?" I meant his clothing size. And he went like "Kay, judge my voice, what kind of ethnicity do you think I am?" And no doubt, he's Indian. So I said "Indian?" without caring much. And he said that I am wrong. Then he said that he's Indian/Australian mix. Then he asked me "Soft or hard?" I was totally lost when he said this. (Was watching Ugly Betty) And I stupidly said "Uhh, both?"
"I am six inches soft and eight and three quarter inches, hard. So now, since you've been talking about this with me, are there any bodily changes on you? Do you think I'm hard?"
*made the sweat face*
"No, and maybe. How should I know?"
"Try to guess how hard I am, like what percentage."
"A hundred?"
And he replied no. Then I asked him 75? And he said, I am a hundred percent hard. And he asked me what he should do about it. Should he masturbate in god knows where he is or let it go naturally. And I quickly replied, "Let it go naturally, I have to go now." and I slammed down the phone.

I told Terry about this and he went all moody and stuff. D:
"You should've just hung up." which initially was..
"Lol, he's just conducting a survey!"

And not too long ago, someone called the phone again.
"HELLOOOOOOOO!"
I greeted cheerfully, thinking that it was my mom.
Anddddd guess who called. ;3
Mr Indian/Aussie mix called again, this time from a teenage magazine.
"Hi, is this 8xxxxx7? I am calling from a teenage magazine."
*silence, trying to recall that voice*
"Hello? Hello?"
*>.> hangs up*

The funny thing is, the phone rang again after some time.
"Hello? Are you there?" and it was mom!
"MOMMMMMMMMYYYYYYY! That weird guy called again!"
And I usually QQ when she calls.
She laughed at me, asking me to be careful and stuff.
She LAUGHED when a guy is actually fapping to my voice and my lies!
Oh god. *facepalms*


*blows kisses* Out.

von's prom shoes, weirdly shaped feet. ;3
Hearts all over the world tonight.