Contest #1

Yea, that's right. This is a contest. If you been to kennysia blog recently, you will know about the Mr Potato contest. This is something similar. Just that there's no sponsors like Mr Potato or anything. All the prizes will solely sponsored by me. This is just a small contest, so don't expect like a trip to Bangkok or Phuket. But I promise you, it'll be something similar.

The contest is basically very simple. It's a cross dressing contest. If you are a guy, you just have to dress up like a girl and if you are a girl, you have to dress up like a man. It's that simple. Contest end on 25 June 2008.

Send in your pictures to anthony0707@gmail.com.

Some very important rules are:

1) You have to wear a wig

If you are a guy, no wig, you are disqualified. I don't care how attractive you are but without a wig, you are out. The following picture is a very good example of not having a wig, looking attractive but still disqualified.

2) The person inside the picture must be you and not anyone else

You are not allowed to use your friend or anyone as your model. If you want to participate, you have to be the model.

There must be at least 10 entries before I pick the best 3. At the end of this contest, I'll post up the best 3 and you all will be my judges. Vote for your favourite. The one with the most votes will win.

And the winner will enjoy a day trip to Malacca. Food and drinks all paid for. All the food and drinks you can think of, chicken rice ball, beef ball noodle, pork satay, fried oysters, baba laksa, baba nasi lemak, Portuguese ikan bakar, Portuguese mango juice, satay celup, cendol and many more. Eat all you can.

Plus your own very personal tour guides. Unlike Kennysia, instead of just me being the tour guide. You will have 3 more. Me, Daniel, Aaron and Jhim will be your tour guides for that day. Trust me, it will be a very exciting trip for you.

And you are not going alone. You get to bring along a friend with you. 2 of you will be given RM100 for this trip, you can either use it for your petrol or buy something back from Malacca. Up to you.

So get up! Get your camera. Starting snapping pictures of yourself! Malacca, heaven of food is waiting!

Announcement

Come back to my blog tonight at 12am. There will be a contest. The annerny.blogspot.com first contest. Be excited.

Women Nowadays...

It was five in the evening in the heart of Kuala Lumpur. My car was just 3 inches behind a classic white Datsun, hand written "JJ 6821" on a cardboard hanging behind it's rusty back and 4 inches in front of metallic maroon Honda Accord. It was a Honda Accord 2.0 VTi with 2.0 liter R-series SOHC i-VTEC engine to be exact! To be more specific, the driver was a lady. In her late twenties I guess. A high power kind of businesswoman with a pair of very attractive eyes I would say. And ya, how about the Datsun driver you might ask. Never mind him. He is not the one I was distracted to anyway.

It was those KL's traffic jam where your car moved from point A to point B (10meters) in just, oh well, not that long, just a good 15minutes. If your bladder is full and ready to explode anytime on its own just like mine, you can double the time duration. Traffic was moving very slowly and eventually it came to a complete stop (hallelujah!). And it was the time when you can do nothing, absolutely nothing but check your message inbox, sing along with Mr Michael Buble, "Come FLY With Me" and occasionally check out Miss Mysterious Eyes in her Accord. There she was, blowing her fingernails, making calls, giggle and admiring her own nails again and again.

She was the polite and rich girl I assumed. The soft spoken type. The cover-her-mouth-when-laughing type. But I wonder how in the world she get her Accord, brand new. From her rich daddy or her rich sugar daddy? Or maybe she bought it with her own hard earned money? Fine. Let say she bought it, and I'm driving a Kenari which I borrowed earlier today. I'm jealous.

In a couple of minutes, the lane next to me started moving. I tried everything I possibly could to get into that lane, but nobody was willing to let my small car squeeze in. I had my left signal on, I was smiling and waving, I was holding up money, I was blowing kisses, I was doing everything, yet nobody even let me in.

Finally, a gentleman was kind enough to let me pull into the lane in front of him. I thought, "All right! At last I can get going!" But just as my car head pointing to that lane, the flow of the traffic in that lane stopped again, and I had to slam on the brakes. Meanwhile, my previous lane, the white Datsun, started moving! And there we go, now we have another jackarse in Kenari blocking the traffic again. The soft spoken lady I was stalking earlier, honking and and grumbling away in her car. The best part, I was honoured to judge her newly painted finger nails. No, check that. her finger NAIL. Oh, you see, she only showed me a finger, the longest one among the five. The middle one. All I can say is, it was very well manicured.

I reached home 7pm. I went straight to my toilet before saying "Hi" to my mum.