Category Archives: Psychostimulant

Peach King is The Real King

Hi people (or aliens/animals/whatever you are. I am not discriminating),

Lately, I have been obsessed with Game of Thrones. I have been talking about it to Vodka everyday I am kind of surprised he has not asked me to shut up. If you did not know what is Game of Thrones, I would say you are a lame person and need to google it ASAP.

I am not going to dissect the story or characters because I am not smart enough there is a lot of reviews about it anyway. Instead, I am going to show you how fashionable and amazingly dressed the characters in the HBO series are.

Look at her hair, how pretty is that? I cannot find a picture where you can see the detail but you can see how intricate her braids are. Her dress is kind of “meh” to me although the fabric is pretty.

 Now, look at this shit person. I really want to punch his face but I do not want to stab him because do you know why? Look at his amazing clothes. The amazing fabric pattern, one shoulder velvet cloak, pretty crown, the belt, even his bow has amazing details. I do not want to stab him because I do not want to ruin his clothes.

This dress is very very pretty and I’d say this is my favourite dress from Game of Thrones. I especially love the back which looks a little bit like a superhero cape.

And now, onto my favourite character and best dressed in Westeros.

Look at how amazing his armor is. My favourite piece from his ensemble however, is his crown:

 This is the most beautiful piece of accessories I have seen in my whole life. People say, girls like tiaras. Screw tiaras, they look flimsy and boring. Give me this beautiful, flawless, amazing crown instead. I will wear this everyday to work so people will know who is the king!

 Here is a video about Renly’s armor:



I hate Summer.

Hi there,

Mary Jo and V (I’ll refer to you as V unless you got fierce objection, okie dokey?) is on a lovely holiday – though Mary Jo will claim it’s for work, duh-doi – in Japan and Sydney. So this page is stuck with me for the moment. Wait until the ladies are back to see a piece or two of journals about both places.

So I was bitching about how I hate Summer to Mary Jo the other day (Summer is the girl from the movie 500 Days of Summer, if you haven’t watched, get your ass up and watch it. Rent it, steal it, download it, or buy the DVD or whatever I don’t care). To my amazement, with her shrewd comment Mary Jo declared declared how the boy, Tom, was somehow the culprit. I couldn’t think of a clever rejoinder to that, for I thought about it a few seconds and found that perhaps it was so.

Here’s a little of the backstory (Spoiler Alert).

There’s this boy who meets this girl. Boy falls in love, girl doesn’t. But they do like each other and do things no normal friends would do together. Girl doesn’t want to “put any label on it”, while boy just wants some consistency. She ends up breaking his heart, but gets married not long after their “break-up”.

I watched the movie four times to date, as I was dazed by how cool it is as a movie. But more than that, perhaps I was caught in Summer’s realm. I was always the one who stood by the boy. As I watched and re-watched, I came upon the same conclusion that whatever Summer did was utter nonsense and blatantly selfish. So screw you Summer, for not seeing what could have been and missing something that could be great. I hate you.

But not until that sharp remark by Mary Jo did I realize something from a different perspective. I thought it was cool initially, him being all-in without seeming too obsequious to the relationship. But it is ostensible that Tom is perhaps just another self-centered hopeless romantic dude. Which is, in a way, pathetic.

If not for Joseph Gordon-Levitt’s winsome appearance, many girls will surely wind up despising Tom. As for me, I feel sorry for Tom. Not in a positive way but in a pitiful way. You might say, it’s just a movie character, but in a profound way it got to me. Probably I just feel sorry for myself.

But you know, as always, having had something you hold on to for some time, letting it go has never been an easy process. I still hate Summer. And you too. Bitch.

vodka, with four olives.


Good day good people!

It’s lunch break now in sunny Singapore on a lovely TGTIF-day. A good timing to try out my first post here!

Anyone seen latest Glee last night? Who’s with me feeling sorry for Blaine for not being as good looking as his brother, played by  the oh-so-lovely Matt Boner (that’s how  Mary Jo called him) ? Who else thinks Quinn and Artie will be cute together, team Quartie? Anyway, what’s everybody been up to recently? I’ve been trying to catch up with Mad Men, Breaking Bad, and Game of Thrones altogether but ended up with my fifth viewing of Community‘s Remedial Chaos Theory 🙂

Enough with the TV talks. Enjoy whatever lunch you are having in whatever time-of-the-day you are in on this planet Earth. Try not to eat too much for lunch, it tends to make you sleepy. Eat more fruits, drink more water.

This is Vodka, with four olives, signing off with a smooth sound of daybreak.

we’re Gen Y, you might argue…

Generation Y, also known as the Millennial Generation (or Millennials or the ME generation),[1][2]Generation Next,[3]Net Generation,[4]Echo Boomers[5], or Hipster Generation[citation needed] is the demographic cohort following Generation X. There are no precise dates for when the Millennial generation starts and ends, and commentators have used birth dates ranging somewhere from the mid-1970s[6] to the late 1980s, early or mid 1990s, or as late as the early 2000s.