Boobie Size And How It Affects Brain Size

Okay, so I found a thread of comments from this post on male brains I wrote some time last week so interesting that I just had to blog about it. Haha. But... First things first.

Background info:

This dude was saying that I should wish for bigger boobs (think: 36DD) so that my brain would shrink to accommodate my increase in... uh, assets... then I wouldn't be thinking about things as much as I do. *rolls eyes*


Well, I responded and then this other dude agreed with Dude 1's comment! Saying that he's also noticed an odd correlation between boob size and brain size. Could it be true? Heh heh. Let's find out...


Marilyn Monroe wannabe, Lindsay Lohan, has got big boobies. And she's not a very smart woman, if you ask me. Bombshell Pammie Anderson? Not too bright either. (The blond hair didn't help.) Jessica Simpson? Like, hello... have you even watched Newlyweds: Nick and Jessica??? She's a whole continent's worth of bimbodom and more. ON 5FT. HIGH STILETTOS, OKAYYY!

Sigh.

Should I bother going on ah? Hmmm.
I think not. I sense my gag reflex kicking in.

So there you have it. Big boobies don't do nuts when it comes to intelligence. In fact, it shrinks brain size to make room for milk ducts and fatty tissue. I shall conclude my research with this note: in my very-professional opinion, I think we can safely assume that Britney's downfall was due to her boob job. In her first single "Hit Me Baby One More Time", she was less... filled. But by "Sometimes" she was seen to have 'grown' exponentially. That was the beginning of the end. By "I'm A Slave For You", it was bye bye birdie.

See?

Big boobies do more harm than good.

I rest my case.


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Ooo, ooo! Wait! On an entirely separate note (that oddly still manages to link to what I've been saying), my workmates and I always pee when we find ourselves stuck mid-brainstorm. It's been discovered that an emptied bladder makes room for brain juice.

Tee hee.

Passport Renewal

HELP!

I need to get my passport renewed like, ASAP. Thing is, the nearest Immigration Department (as I've been told) are those in Wangsa Maju and in Subang. So freaking FAR!!! And if I'm to be there by 7am, it means I'll have to wake up at, like... 5am!? No way! That's insanity!


Does anybody know of any other Immigration office near Damansara or Petaling Jaya??? I don't want to wake up at 5am and look like this (-_-) by the time I step in for work.

Some Bloggers Just Don't Get Sarcasm

Okay, this is going to be really stupid but... in the ridiculousness of everything that's happening (seriously, yo... *rolls eyes*), I'll be writing a post in response to Mr Born-in-1991's response to my tag post which was in response to his tag post. (See, at least I have the courtesy to link when I speak of other people's posts.)

So, let us first begin with the right
understanding of the word 'SARCASM'.

sarcasm |'sär,kazəm|
noun
the use of irony to mock or convey contempt. See note at WIT.

Okay, now let's see what 'WIT' has to say
in relation to the word of the day: 'SARCASM'...

wit |wit|
noun
1. mental sharpness and inventiveness; keen intelligence
2. (WITS) the intelligence required for normal activity; basic human intelligence
3. a natural aptitude for using words and ideas in a quick and inventive way to create humor

Maybe I should have picked up a course on ESL and taught English in China or something. Haha. Anyhew... Now that we've got boring definition out of the way, let's move on with the more interesting bits of drama, shall we?


Mr Born-in-1991 got offended! Or hurt! Or upset! Or all of the above... (Oh, the drama! *rolls eyes*) ...when I responded to his tag.




I mean, like hello??? I RESPONDED to the tag, okayyy. Doesn't that make me a nice person? I'm nice, right? Right??? I think I'm so nice lor. So where does the mean bit come in? I'll tell you where. The part where SARCASM got lost in the Jungles of Blogspot – that's where. -_- This is defamation lah, I tell you. Defamation of the highest degree without even a possibility of a hike in my Technorati standings. (Whoops. Did I just say that?)


You think that was mean? Haha. Mr Born-in-1991, you ain't seen nothin' yet. Speak to any who's found their way onto my List of Verbally Abused and you'll see you got off easy.


Sigh. See lah. Now I'm itching to write another SARCASM post with MEAN written all over it. -_- And that's gonna make me late for baby-watching time. And I don't like being late. ROAR!

p/s: Pinksterz, you better not tag me!
Or else... I KEEELL YYYEEEWWWWW!!!

PAMSONG GOT KISSED!!!

Yesterday. Right smack on the forehead.

The culprit?

HER.

*points below*

With the bright red lipstick. (Duh.)

As you can see, I wasn't the only victim of
her love crime. The Male Ah Lian also kena.

I tell you, good with words and Queen of Copy or not, the woman has ingenious ways to shut me up in under a second, when I'm off talking nonsense like a runaway train. Plus, it kinda kicks butt when she plays her Random Little Shocker card like she always does. =p

Some Bloggers Never Learn

Remember how I was saying I don't like doing tags? (Click here to read most recent tag.) Well, this ingenious bugger found a way to wriggle his way through that statement of mine to make me do a tag! How? By calling his tag a meme. -_-


I tell you ha... All sorts of things these people can come up with lah. All sorts. When my primary school English teacher told me, "When there's a will there's a way, " she never bluff-ed me lor! I shouldn't have brushed off her wise words so quickly. Sigh. Now, I pay the price. Here goes...


LIST THE TOP 5 PRESENTS YOU WISH FOR:

(NOTE: List prepared and made in no particular order.)

1. A super kick-ass (but small-sized) digital camera that MUST come with micro function and night photography-slash-dim lighting compensation capabilities.

2. A baby.

3. A raise from my company. (That's considered a present in form of monthly installments from my company to me, right? =p)

4. Another baby.

5. 30 days of annual leave. (That'd be heaven, I tell you.)


THE PERSON WHO TAGGED YOU IS:
A stranger named Yin Hao.


5 IMPRESSIONS WHEN YOU THINK OF HIM:
1. D
2. U
3. N
4. N
5. O him wan.


MOST MEMORABLE THINGS HE HAS DONE FOR YOU:
Heh. No-brainer. Since there's only one thing he's done so far, I'd say that this answer's a given. And heck, it's not memorable, okayyy! I don't like doing tags!


MOST MEMORABLE WORDS HE SAID TO YOU:
"I really don't know who to tag, so I'll just simply tag strangers!"


IF HE BECOMES YOUR LOVER, YOU WILL:
Next question, please! (Before my boyfriend skins him alive and feeds what's left of him to the hyenas.)


Okay, that's it! Sorry, guys. This is as far as we go with this tag. Train stops here. Please get off. Do not leave your personal belongings behind or I'm keeping them. =p The rest is just ridiculous lah, okay. Especially considering I'd probably be tagging another bunch of strangers whom I don't even know if they know each other. Haha. Hence, I end with this:

I SHALL NOT DO UNTO OTHERS WHAT
I DON'T WANT OTHERS DO UNTO ME!

I Freak Myself Out Sometimes

Heard Teddy Geiger's For You I Will (Confidence) on Hitz.fm this morning. Reminded me of the time I listened to his songs 24/7. Haha. It's been awhile. Then, me being gatal, decided to YouYube his acoustic, AOL version. Ran through a couple of videos till I stumbled upon this one...





I've always thought that homemade I-love-you-pumpkin music videos was lame. But this one was just different to me. It gave off a different vibe. A good vibe. Watch it first if you haven't. (WHY YOU NEVER WATCH WHAT I SHOW YOU???) Then you'll see what I mean. I like the way the guy gives his girl flying kisses when they're walking together. And the way they're always so playful around each other. Stuff like that makes me smile like a cow.


Anyway, I don't know who these people are, okay? No idea whatsoever. Don't even know if they're Malaysian. Haha. But I'm snitching their love clip it anyways. Is it wrong for me to think that this random goodness-knows-who homemade MV is just so so so sweet and romantic??? Huh? Is it? No, it's not. It's NOT!

Sigh. I feel like a freak. -_-

Oh, and I'm late for work. CIAO!

If You Can't Banish Pimples, Hide Them

Today, the ever-ingenious Ah Beng came up with the brilliant-est way to hide his killer, even-the-blind-can-see, even-the-vultures-in-Africa
-can-smell, 5-sen-sized pimple. (Didn't you know? The government has ordered a rounding up of all bills to the nearest 5 sen.)

TADA!!!

Just stick a bling-bling star sticker on it lah!
Go full-fledged Ah Beng style. So easy, right?

Then once you've got your pimple masked under a flashy, kiddie sticker, you can camwhore all you want without fear of pimple pus showing. Uh,... like so.

Eee...

...YER!

Those two pictures just cost me
8 hours worth of good night's rest. -_-

p/s: Fine, I admit I'm mean but... after writing, I started wondering if this method of pimple-hiding could be used on full-faced acne struck patients. Haha. Imagine their faces after use of this tip! You'd see more stars than skin. Haha. Funny.

Blogging Rocketh!

I got me a gift from my personal angel in America
a.k.a Okui Macau Ming via air mail today!

Was so exciting ripping the bubble mailer (I love the way they name their envelopes!) open cos I was already given the heads up a day or two ago. It's in response to this post. =p


[LICENSE TO DIGRESS] Okay, fine. I didn't rip the bubble mailer open. If you knew anything about me at all, you'd have known that I'm too anal a person to do that. Haha. You see, I've got this thing when it comes to opening my mail. I always slice open the sides with a penknife. I wasn't born the ripper type lah. In fact, I'm the total opposite. I'm a big advocate of clean cuts. Haha.

Anyhew...

WHO CARES ABOUT BUBBLE MAILERS
(Argh! I love that name!)???

Check. This. Out!

THE WOMAN BOUGHT ME SCRUBS!

And not just any dingy scubs, they're
SEATTLE GRACE HOSPITAL'S
GREY'S ANATOMY SCRUBS!!!

Where got friend so good wan, I ask you? Only one in this world and I've got her! Hah! Hands off, the rest of you! She's taken!!!

Anyway, back to the subject at hand.

I was so excited with the scrubs that
I decided to try it on there and then
in the privacy of The Cu•bi•cle.

Top – ON! Pants – GOING TO BE ON!

Drum roll please!

Managed to get the pants on after some
jumping and strategic tugging. Haha.


TADA! Done!

Phew. Not easy to wear scrub pants over jeans, okayyy. Thank goodness I was born with less-wide hips and skilled hands. (I should have become a surgeon.) =p


Wore the scrubs till Big Man Boss II passed me by and looked at me funny. Haha. *gulp* He must be thinking to himself, "This girl work so late and sleep so little the past week, must be write copy and brainstorm until siao already." Haha. It was then that I decided that the pants were just an overkill at the workplace. So, I ended up just wearing the scrub top on its own for the rest of the day. Tee hee. =)


The parcel landed on my desk after lunch. From then till dinner time, I had people call me 'Nurse' and 'Doctor' when we bumped into each other along the corridors. Haha. It was interesting to say the least. I now know who the in-crowds are and who aren't. Those who asked about the scrubs, CALLED the outfit 'scrubs', and recognised its significance, landed themselves on my in-crowd list. Those who looked at me funny but said nothing so obviously never heard of the words 'TV' and 'sitcom' in their lives. *rolls eyes* So katak.


And then just before dinner, some psychotic colleague just had to ruin it all. The fella said, "Eh Pam ah, you look like the Malay girl who cleans out our cubicles and sweeps the floor."

-_-'

LIKE, HELLO!!!

This is MEDICAL INTERN's baju, okayyy!
Remember this *points below* picture?




It says that I'm an intern right there.

I-N-T-E-R-N!

What cleaner girl you talking about?!?

CHOI!

p/s: If any of you have access to single-pocket scrubs of any other colour in S or XS, I still want! I've got I'll make enough closet space for scrubs of every colour of the rainbow. =p