Roaring My Way to Nuffnang Wild ‘Live’ Blogging

I asked if I should go. I was told by those who commented on my post regarding the Nuffnang Wild 'Live' Blogging event that I should cos it'd be fun... and that there would be freebies for all. Now, which true blue, born and bred Penangite ever deprives herself of good old-fashioned freebies, eh? NEVEERRRRR!!! *snort*


So here I am – being totally cheapskate – writing my entry for the party that PROMISES that I'll go home with my hands filled with freebies. -_- (Robb, I'm holding you accountable for this.)

Hmmm. Let's see...
Which animal shall I embody?

I say 'roar' every once in awhile so it would probably be most appropriate for me to be... a lioness. But lionesses aren't the coolest of creatures, if you ask me. Plus they way they hunt and feed doesn't fly with me. Where got girl hunt then guy eat first wan??? So salah! KENOT! I pantang. I've gotta be something that's less of a man-slave than a lioness.


Kitties? Well, I hate them. Branded or no branded (meaning pedigreed lah), I hate 'em all. I wanna run my car over them each time they cross my path so... I'm thinking kitties are a definite no-go. So then how? I want an animal that resembles who I am in real life. No butterfly, beetle, hedgehog nonsense, thankyouverymuch. I'd feel totally hypocritical.


I need an animal that's... spicy. You know? One that packs a punch but still looks devilishly tasty in her own skin. One that's plays hardball with blond hair on her head. One that's a walking, talking enigma. The kind of animal that's capable of walking the thin line between criminal and hero. I GOT IT!!! I. Wanna. Be. Catwoman.

"Call me Cat. Catwoman."

My favourite Catwoman of all time,
Michelle Pfeiffer, in Batman Returns.

Wow. So very many sexy she is. I like.

MEOW.

I thought that Halle Berry was a real lousy replica of the sex kitten with a taste for blood and death. Long live the days when Michelle Pfeiffer wore the Catwoman costume lah. Really. Though smaller-boobed with less flesh revealed, she rocked so much harder than Berry ever could.

Favourite line that Catwoman
(the Michelle Pfeiffer one)
says in Batman Returns:

"Honey, I'm home!"

*pause*

"Oh, I forgot, I'm not married."

*snicker*

This one's a classic. Haha.
Go go, GYNO-POWER!!!

Darn it. Now I can't wait to put on a glistening black bodysuit (with nothing but claws for accessories, of course). Thinking about it, my pale skin would so make bright red lipstick on a sly smile stand out. Haha. Plus, I've already got killer black stilettos all ready and rearing to go. (Or should I put on sexy black knee high boots instead???) Now all I need is a good, long gulp of Female Rage... and a sexy, feminism-soaked whip.

Wah. Hips damn kau big. But... can you believe I drew that!?

That kinda means that as for now, I've only
got the knee-high leather boots down pat.

*gulp*

Oh! But I'll need my
INVITE TO THE PARTY
first before I do any shopping, right? =p

Thank you, Nuffnang! Me loves you long time.
(Sigh. I'm such a suck-up it kills me sometimes.)

*GASP!*

It kills me? Well, then thank goodness I have 9 lives, right??? Haha. Being Catwoman totally rocks. (Made me totally bimbotic and lame, too. -_-) But whatever. I want my invite.

p/s: I'll probably go as a cat of sorts lah. Not necessarily Catwoman. If I had the time, I'd so find leather to dress myself up like her but... if I don't (which I think I probably won't), then I'll, uh... think of something. Bottom line is it's feline-ish. =p