simple snapshots to capture the quirky moments + combat the mundane
MONSTERMANIA by ~misspotatohead
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MONSTERMANIA by ~misspotatohead

Please vote for me in Deviant Art’s CUTE MONSTER contest! =D If you like my submission, just click on the picture above to be redirected to my Deviant Art page. Then, click the “I’d Wear This” Button on the right side (Underneath the Add to Favourites Button). =D Thanks in advance my lovely readers!!

a TRUE gingerbread man always sports a moustache.

a TRUE gingerbread man always sports a moustache.

this song really puts me to sleep. in a good way. and since it’s 2:30am right now and i really should be sleeping, i’m going to put this song on repeat until i do so. i could write multi-paragraph essay on the lyrics of this song but i found a comment from a user on Youtube that just expressed what i wanted to say…

"You know I was a little girl once too and i miss it sooooooo much because at that time i felt like nothing could hurt me. I felt like i was in a world where i didn’t have to pretend, worry or feel any pain, a world with nothing but love… things changed so much and i feel like i can’t be me anymore. i feel like i have to be someone im not… and i wish i could just close my eyes and when i open them that everything will be like it once used to be or even better than that; that is my dream."

here’s to all our inner children and the child-like nature that we should keep closeby.

this is part of a display in a huge life-sized Barbie & Ken house that was placed smack-dab in the middle of hong kong shopping mall. the whole thing was just kinda scary. basically it looked like a whole creepy clone-army of barbie dolls was dangling down from strings, blinding all bystanders with their hot-pink suits, looking like they could easily kill you in your sleep. they just needed quiet high-pitched doll voices whispering, "hello, little children… come play in my dollhouse… come play…"

nightmares for life.

there were SOOOO many people just taking pictures of all the barbies and little asian kids were everywhere, posing with the dolls. there was also a section where kids could take pictures inside two boxes - one box was hot pink and said BARBIE on the top. the other was all blue and said KEN. yup. reinforcing gender-colour stereotypes everywhere. unfortunately, i don’t really think the kids knew what was going on since a lot of little girls kept going into the KEN box… confused little girls… 

i totally laughed though when i saw this section where even MORE barbie dolls were being “showcased” in clear glass containers, and a whole bunch had fallen over on top of each other. 

anyway, the whole thing seemed so random and misplaced… which is exactly why i had to document it all. the whole display makes me never want to look at anything hot pink again. 

all i want for christmas is youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu.

so much better than the cheesy mariah carey version.

nov. 24. 11.

this juicebox, found in Hong Kong supermarkets everywhere, is called “STUDYING MOMENTS”. at first glance, i have no idea what flavour this drink is, and upon closer inspection this juice company evidently promotes looking up womens’ skirts with binoculars. shamelessly. and why does the sunflower with freakishly long legs look so happy about it?!

thousands of innocent little asian kids are running around drinking this pervert juice at this very moment.

nov. 23. 11.

according to this sign i found near the side of the road, lights must always be clothed.

on a semi-related note, i’m actually surprised by how FEW typos there actually are in Hong Kong. to be honest i haven’t found as much “ENGRISH” as i thought there would be… surprisingly there seems to be even more typos in Canada than in Hong Kong (but maybe it’s not that surprising considering RICHMOND seems even more “Hong Kong” than Hong Kong itself… haha. and i’m not even kidding). anyway, the typos i have found here seem to be more on peoples’ T-shirts so i usually can’t get any picture evidence without being labelled as a major creeper. but i remember one old man wearing a pink shirt that said MARY in bold black letters, and another woman wearing a purple t-shirt that said LADY BOY. i don’t know which one’s worse. Then there’s the t-shirts where you find long inexplicable phrases which could only have been written by someone on crack… for example, on the MTR the other day i saw a woman wearing a shirt that said: “FATHER HOW YOU ARE LIKE MOTHER LIKE SISTER LIKE BROTHER FATHER FRIEND”. how in the world or in what universe does that even make any molecule of sense?!?! and i ALWAYS think to myself, who APPROVED of this shirt enough to get it MADE?!?! these kinds of shirts actually give me hope that someday i too might succeed in the garment industry. i mean come on, if that kind of phrase is allowed, i want to make my own “happy joy boy lucky gung hay fat bok choy” shirt.

anyway, that’s my rant about typos. i really do like them though. whenever i see a really good one, it completely makes my day.

oh man. this song.

if you watch The Office, this song is featured at the very beginning clip of Season 8 Episode 6 (Doomsday) where Andy sings it everyday at the end of work… my coworker and i want to adopt this ritual as well… oh how it would annoy the heck out of everyone else around. HAHAHA. i am very tempted to start this tradition at work though. we’ll see how that goes…

btw, this semisonic song is the total epitome of 90s alternative rock. so good.

the time to relax is when you don’t have time for it.
sidney j. harris
meet the happy orange!
he likes long walks on the beach plus he’s single and ready to mingle.
originally this little guy was a very FLAT deflated orange because i found him hiding away in the neglected corner of a dollar store being auctioned off as a “coin purse”. but he seemed like a pretty useless coin purse especially since he only had a sad little patch of velcro holding him together - not even a zipper. so i saved him from the misery of continuing his existence as an ineffective money pouch, and instead, i stuffed him full of cotton balls and plumped him up to be the obese little orange that he is today! (obese + little = a bit oxymoronic, no?) anywhooo… he is the latest addition to the small group of dust-collecting, allergy-inducing, but highly-loveable plush toys that reside on my bed.

meet the happy orange!

he likes long walks on the beach plus he’s single and ready to mingle.

originally this little guy was a very FLAT deflated orange because i found him hiding away in the neglected corner of a dollar store being auctioned off as a “coin purse”. but he seemed like a pretty useless coin purse especially since he only had a sad little patch of velcro holding him together - not even a zipper. so i saved him from the misery of continuing his existence as an ineffective money pouch, and instead, i stuffed him full of cotton balls and plumped him up to be the obese little orange that he is today! (obese + little = a bit oxymoronic, no?) anywhooo… he is the latest addition to the small group of dust-collecting, allergy-inducing, but highly-loveable plush toys that reside on my bed.