Marilyn, Interrupted.

OMG! It's alive!

2010-07-17T17:29:00.001+08:00

Wow, this blog is still alive. I was kinda reading my old posts and realise how twisted I sometimes can be. Oh well, I'm old now btw. No more exams, all work.

er. Nothing much to yap about, so I'm bouncing! :D

Art

2009-11-28T22:40:00.008+08:00

Decided to post up a some of my favorite art pieces.

Enjoy.

1st up. My all time favorite piece by Salvador Dali.

2nd up. Temptation of St. Anthony by Salvador Dali.

3rd, Andy Warhol's various impressions of Marilyn Monroe.

Three first, I'm done with the connection speed right now.

I'm off!

Listen to Mama !

2009-11-23T21:01:00.002+08:00

I've gone all chinesey. I have my days.. from Sam Hui to Beyond to Jay Chou. Love the culture, proud to be a part of it. :)

My BB

2009-11-14T17:41:00.003+08:00

I feel like the luckiest person in the entire world. I have found my new love. The Blackberry Curve 8900. I am so accessible all thanks to this gadget. Ah, I have forgotten how it feels to be gadget in love again. :)

My New Found Passion, and Obsession.

2009-11-11T22:38:00.002+08:00

I think I am hitting rock-bottom. After three dreadful, horrible lonesome years, I'm still the only person sipping on Bailey's in my room. The difference, I'm more exhausted than I've ever been, I am lacking in faith, and my closest friends don't really seem to pay much attention anymore (we all grow anyways, and this was bound to happen).

But what's interesting is, I am growing tremendously career wise. People want to hear what I have to say, and my plans are usually turned into action. I admire those who speak their mind, and have learned to head into the "nothing" box once in a while.

My life now consists of my job. My new found passion. My new found platform of expression. I spend an average of 10-12 hours working a day in a week that my colleagues have now become my new family. I spend more time with my colleagues than I do with my parents who by the way, I miss most. I am blessed, blessed that I have the opportunity to make up for all those wasted years of hitting the glass bottles with tiny little crystal objects that turn into hours, and hours of devilish bliss. Most of the time, I don't miss those blissful times, but, being only human, I crave for it during the most hurtful times of my life.

I do miss many parts of my life, my family (I think I've said that already), my friends, my bed, my couch, my books, MY TIME. Maybe all these sacrifices that I am making will somehow provide me with joy, perhaps, in the long run. It certainly isn't at this present moment.

So here's to my job, the most abso-fuckin'-lutely biggest part of my life now. May it bring me the satisfaction I long for.

Happy Birthday Me

2009-11-02T00:13:00.001+08:00

It's All Souls Day again. A year has passed. I've been good, I've been successful.

Thank you god.

I Want to Be Free!

2009-10-04T13:23:00.002+08:00

My first trip overseas with friends is coming soon. Australia isn't included in this equation as I flew over there alone, and met people along the way. This trip.. this trip is different in so many ways. For one, I am in dire, dire need of a holiday from work. The money for this trip is derived from hours of sweat placed into TW. I had worked my ass off for the past four months.

I want to go crazy in Bangkok, and I want to relax. I want to do all of the extremes while I still can.

I want to be Free! Queen, you rock.

I Wrote, and I Deleted.

2009-09-09T13:58:00.003+08:00

I wrote a post, and I deleted it. After reading it again, I realise that I need that part of me to remain a secret. I value that, that of what I am able to retain certain things about my life from the people around me.

Where art thou?

2009-07-22T22:29:00.002+08:00

Where the fuck are you? It's been too damn long. Hurry.

Plans are Nothing, Planning, is Something

2009-04-02T13:36:00.002+08:00

If you could meet your 15 year old self, what would you say to him/her?

I would apologise. “I’m sorry Lyn, I’m not who you’ve always dreamed about being.”

But. There’s always a ‘but’. This is life, it’s never too late to make a change.

This morning on Gtalk, my dearest pal questioned me on something that sparked a thought.

"Phui: Sigh... we'll just do something man… Y’ know… Have you ever thought
of doing something crazy... well not really crazy... but like... Just quit and
start making your own jewellery?"

I have always wanted to do something along those lines. In fact, I’ve always wanted to do so many things. Here’s the problem; too much vision, too little focus. When I was a teenager, just before I fell asleep every night, I’d imagine myself at 28 walking around draped in an Armani suit, a briefcase clenched in my fist, and a set of Beamer car keys nestled nicely between my M.A.C makeup and latest mobile phone in my designer handbag. Too farfetched? Shallow, and immature, never once thinking about how I was going to get there and what the hell I was doing to earn that much of money.

What do you dream about just before you fall asleep?

Perhaps one day, I’ll be fearless, fearless in chasing my dreams. Sure, right after I determine what the dream actually is.

Let’s do it, let’s try to work out where we want to see ourselves in 5, 10, then 50 years from now. Only then can we determine how we’re going to get there.

“First say to yourself what you would be; and then do what you have to do.”--- Epictetus

An excerpt from Wikipedia:

"Epictetus (Greek: Ἐπίκτητος; ca. 55–ca. 135) was a Greek Stoic philosopher. He was probably born a slave at Hierapolis, Phrygia (present day Pamukkale, Turkey), and lived in Rome until his exile to Nicopolis in northwestern Greece, where he
lived most of his life and died. His teachings were noted down and published by
his pupil Arrian in his Discourses. Philosophy, he taught, is a way of life and not just a theoretical discipline. To Epictetus, all external events are determined by fate, and are thus beyond our control, but we can accept whatever happens calmly and dispassionately. Individuals, however, are responsible for their own actions which they can examine and control through rigorous self-discipline. Suffering arises from
trying to control what is uncontrollable, or from neglecting what is within our
power. As part of the universal city that is the universe, human beings have a
duty of care to all fellow humans. The person who followed these precepts would
achieve happiness.

Obsession or Addiction?

2009-03-29T04:28:00.005+08:00

At every point in my life, I somehow find myself addicted to something, or.. well.. someone (for a moment there I actually typed “with” instead of “to”). It could be something that doesn’t quite matter, to something that could determine life or death.

A trip down memory lane shall we? When I was a kid, I loved Barbie’s and from those perfectly unproportionate dolls, I indulged in collecting seashells, turning them into ugly pieces of trinkets, which at that time, to me, qualified as haute couture. At every given time I’d enjoy something, I’d over indulge in it, I’d play with Barbie’s while I took a shower, stopping at times I hear footsteps coming to check on my mischief in the shower.

As I grew older, I developed a fancy for more expensive and destructive items. Cigarettes. The first sign of an Addictive Personality. I took a puff with some school kids (who turned out to be some of my bestest mates) at our local playground thinking it was cool to shove down burnt nicotine and tar residue. Before I knew it, by the time I was 14; I was puffing away my own packets of cigarettes which I bought with the money my parents gave me for food.

It was only expected that sooner or later, I’d end up with something even more extreme. Something that gave me that solid kick. That fix. You fill in the blanks ey.

Of course, I came back to my senses and decided to hop on another bandwagon for the better. That bandwagon became coffee. A more subtle approach in getting through a tough day. I need my coffee and cigarette fix every day, and most of the time, every hour. Even better, a combination of the two simultaneously. Ah, I can never resist a good coffee, cigarettes and writing all at once. I feel that that is probably the only time I do multitasking well. *grin*

In a way, I feel that addictions are one of the only things that help me get through tough situations. Whatever the addiction could be, it takes my mind of the things that bother me every now and then, and provides me with something to look forward to as I get out of bed every day (since there is no sign of my knight in shining fucking armor around).

Today, I sit in the office pretending to be engrossed in my work after countless hours of straining my eyes, searching for a job. This is a new addition to my addiction or… some would call it an obsession (Where the fuck do you draw the line anyway?). So, I have been asking a Superior Being for some help (humans don’t seem to do the job anymore), as I’m in the dark again… afraid for my life.

Okay, where’s the coffee and cigarettes at?!

Keep your job. Be nice to your boss. Suck up if you have to-- even if it means blowing your cigarette smoke up their beautifully botox-ed ass.

Boring Oh Boring Me!

2009-02-05T23:30:00.001+08:00

So what if I'm not as crazy and fun like I used to be?

This is part of growing up.

Screw those who think otherwise.

Random

2009-02-04T17:21:00.000+08:00

I’m enjoying my old self again. In fact, I miss her dearly. I wish I had the same amount of guts I once had.

Ah, I’m missing a certain someone already. It’s just too bad that I’m born with such a horrible and ugly ego which makes me refrain myself from showing that certain someone how much I miss him.

But I’m pretty sure he knows, he’s just not aware of the amount. ( -:

So, read the newspapers recently? Watched the news?

It’s scary; one part of the world is having a snow storm, the other, a heat wave. To top it all off, the world is crippled by a shitty economy. With this economy, comes the senseless worry of being unemployed. Everyone in this world has goals (I’m not talking of those silly girls who only think about marriage.. those are NOT goals), and these goals stand a chance of being crushed into small little shattered glasses. In the next months to come, we’re going to be witnessing some pretty drastic life changing events, mostly, sad, melancholic and depressing events. Hopefully, these events would make the world a stronger one, one that learns to be more careful with resources, and considers the future of our loved ones.

BECAUSE, every traumatic event that has hit us is only due to our own carelessness—it has NOTHING to do with god.

Always remember Newton’s Law of Motion – ‘Every action has an equal or opposite reaction’.

Don’t forget to buckle up behind. ( -:

*oh, and Dear You,

Muse – Invincible lah. ( -;

Self Portrait

2009-01-28T22:55:00.004+08:00

I feel as though I'm slowly turning into the person I once was.

That jolly-ol'-good person is slowly drifting apart from the body it inhabits.

I've been spending a whole lot of time with my KJ bunch, I miss them so. I never realised how much they mean to me, how much we understand each other, how much we can talk over a good cup of coffee (or beer), and how we can crack up at each other's jokes for hours, but most of all, although the bunch of us have been friends for at least 10 years now, none of it gets old.

Could this be why I'm turning into my old self once again?

I'm cranky, blunt, and laugh only when jokes are really funny, and smile when people deserve it. To top it all off, I'm infatuated.

Grrr.

Someone Slap Me and Call Me Stupid!

2009-01-21T16:23:00.006+08:00

I thought I had it all in control. I thought I would never feel the way I used to again (I'm not going for the relationship dillema's here..). I thought so many things which I still think about 'till today that causes me to think more about the future. Does any of that make sense?

Okay, I'm spilling the beans. I don't know whether it's the hormones, or the simple fact that I'm bored, but what I do know is, I'm getting really agitated with people, and everything around me.

The smallest things drive me up the wall, and I'm starting to feel that everyone around me is a little slow when it comes to matters of the brains. I'm not the brightest of the bunch, so why the fuck do I keep thinking that 70% of the people who surround me are ignorant little idiots?

I have to start finding the root of this problem before I run out of friends to have a decent conversation with.

Perhaps I am just frustrated with my career. Perhaps I've come back to reality. Perhaps, perhaps, it's just me lah.

A New Year, A New Beginning

2009-01-03T01:33:00.003+08:00

If all goes well (it bleddy hell should, or else I'll kick myself silly in July) I'll have a permanent job this year, help out with the bills at home, and find me a man (sane only) that can cook me a decent meal. Ah, the thought of a new beginning sends tingles down my spine since 2008 wasn't as exciting as it could have been.

2008 highlights? A complimentary round trip to Australia, and after countless colleges, I had finally completed my studies. And of course, some horrid mistakes were made; the hidden somethin' somethin' that lasted for 3 months, and cracking around 3 times last year for some very (if I may say) apparent reasons ( -;. However, some things remain constant, the people I hold dearest to my heart, that every year new year's eve zsa zsa zsu that keeps me smiling for about a month or so, and lastly, a couple of my vices which I will (I tell myself this every year and fail.. ah, another constant!) try and get rid off this year.

Oh yeah, a follow up from the previous post - I did NOT contact Mr. First Love and thus, did not catch up with him.. ah.. the fickleness of Marilyn never stops!

So, here's wishing all of you.. a very, very, happy, and exciting 2009. If you're lonely, I wish you love, if you're a darn dull doll, I wish you excitement, and... if you're broke, I wish you a whole lot of luck for the coming recession!

Cheers!

That fella lah... that first love of mine.

2008-12-07T17:42:00.007+08:00

***WARNING - SILLY FEMALE SYNDROME POST. READ AT OWN RISK.****

Updates - Finished my internship, found a job at DiGi Telco's corporate affairs, quit all church activities (or so I think), paid my first bill, matters of the heart-still there lah.. grrr.

So you're probably thinking, ok, she's finally got things going for herself. True, at least career wise, some progress. I was thinking the exact same thing.. until...

Boom! A traumatic dream hit me like a ton of bricks.

Ok lah, not a ton, maybe a pile.

And so, three more dreams, and a terrorist attack later *grin*, I finally did something about it. I googled in a certain name, and.. *drum roll*... I find a blog, a blog that would utterly disgust anyone (except for the owner) who stumbles upon it.

Apart from the owner having the same nick (aiyo) name as me and sometimes looking similar in photos, she shares the same birth year as me, has a tattoo at the same area, the same dog, the same hair, and... the same fella lah, yes.. that fella, the one that I hold dearest to my heart.

The blog writes on the adventures of the heart in which she shares with him. From fights, to future wedding cards.. how can one not wonder how she completely disregards the privacy of the relationship? Honestly, this childish and silly ways are not going to win his heart, at least in the long run.

C'mon, if he is at all the same person I once shared my life with, he would flee. Sure, he can be pretty romantic and spontaneous, but no sane person would condone publisizing your relationship to the rest of the world.

Fine, so what if I'm writing this post with feelings of envy and jelousy? Leave me be for a month or two, I'll winge until I feel there's no need to.

Long story short, with a little boost from my girlfriends (afterall, what are they for if not to take your side, and tell you it's okay to be thick skinned), I pick up my phone, and start to compose a text for his birthday. It took me a mere (*hehe*) 45mins to key in a text comprising of nothing more than 20 words, and half an hour to press the 'send' button. As I watched the 'send' on the screen fade, I couldn't help but worry of the consequences after. I stood the risk of feeling ego busted if he doesn't reply the birthday text. But.. at approximately 1.20am, my mobile sounded and there it was... a text from him after 3 years of having no contact.

I smiled... the widest since my 22nd birthday.

There is a need.. a need to rekindle that lost spark of the first love syndrome. We share something that no physical entity can replace.. and even though we've welcomed different people in our lives since the demise of our relationship, we will always be each other's first love lah.

The plan- to catch up again when he's back for Christmas. Maybe.. just maybe.. someday, one day soon... we will learn how to be friends.

Sydney Tear Drops

2008-09-23T13:11:00.007+08:00

Will be boarding a plane to Brisbane in a couple of hours time.

This feeling really sucks. I've always hated saying good bye to my sister.

Will miss her so.

Final day in Sydney

2008-09-22T07:59:00.004+08:00

Yep, the day I've been dreading all this while has arrived. Tomorrow, I will be boarding a plane to Brisbane. After a couple of days spent with my dearest Melissa, I'll be heading off to Gold Coast and back home I go. "NOOOOOO!" I scream to myself. Fine, I still have some time left in Australia, but I'm dreading this 'I'm going to miss my sister' feeling. I've had such great times with her here, the Bossa Nova concert, enjoying excellent restaurants, going to the zoo.. but most of all, I'm going to miss cooking for her, and having dinner together like how we used to when we were young. Really, at this age, we need to realise that all we've got is family and no one, I mean NO ONE will go that extra mile for you like how they would.

Whenever I look at my sister, I see everything that I am not, yet everything that I want to be. Since I was young, she was always the wiser one, making better decisions, and always more hard working than I ever was. She has given me someone to look up to, someone to motivate me and guide me when ever I falter, and for all these things, I am so grateful to the Almighty. I will work to provide her with whatever she had done for me and the family, and if all goes well, maybe one day I can do what she managed to do for us.

And although we don't delve into deep conversations of the heart like some sisters do, I know that she knows, we understand each other and will be there for each other.

We're lucky like that. ( -:

If you don't understand how a woman can both love her sister and want to wring her neck at the same time, then you were probably an only child. -- Linda Sunshine

Week Seven in Heaven- corny? ( -:

2008-09-19T08:25:00.010+08:00

Food.. one of the finer things that to me, Sydney is best for.

Sitting directly under Sydney's fiery sun and blogging is probably not the smartest of ideas but I can't help soaking in all of spring's beauty. It's a beautiful day, one of the best in the 7 weeks that I've been here since. I have officially been stricken by the thought of living abroad for good. Australia is such a livable country; safe, stable political landscape, and a gorgeous weather, all of which contradict the current state of Malaysia. Often at times, I imagine myself starting a brand new life abroad, new faces, new things, a new home... a new soul.

It's not that I find my life being overly complicated, in fact, it's too simple now that it's boring the hell out of me. No, I don't want a life with a beautiful marriage, family, yaddi yaddi yadda. I want to travel the world, constantly try new things (because I often lose interest in something just as I start getting the hang of it *hint*), have a job that constantly challenges me, all of that while still having time by myself to sip coffee and listen to some good old jazz. So, once I'm back home again, things are going to be different. *I see some overly pessimistic readers rolling their eyes and thinking.. yeah Lyn, you and your stories* ( -:

Anyhoo, did I ever mention that the food and coffee here is amazing? Just imagine... Australia is filled with people from all over the world, therefore, there is a huge variety of food from all walks of life, all of which are scrumptious! I'm salivating just thinking of everything I've eaten and what I'm going to eat next. Yes, my adventure to Melbourne and Sydney has turned into a gastronomical one! I've tried everything, from fine dining and mouth watering steaks to market and street food. I have been extremely adventurous with my selection of food, so for those of you who often pass comments like 'Lyn is SO fussy, she won't eat that..' should know that it's only because I'm really not a fan of Asian food, other than Asian, I'm prepared to swallow anything that is placed on my plate.

Have a good week people!

Thoughts from Manly

2008-09-02T12:40:00.006+08:00

Manly, Sydney NSW

The city of Sydney, where to me, hope was found again. I sit here, staring into the horizon of Manly's beach, reminded again of how lucky I am to have this opportunity. How many people would have the chance to visit such a picture perfect view of the ocean? I've done all the stereo typical touristy spots, and now, all that's left is relaxing and taking it all in slowly.

Im dreading that flight home, although I know that it is inevitable and two weeks from now will come fast. I can't imagine going back to all of it, all the same routines and stupid politics in the country. However, I will take home all that I have learned throughout the six weeks that I have spent in this foreign land that has become not so foreign to me now. I had gotten acquainted with all sorts of people from different countries and had learned much from them, all of which I will take and put into good use.

Its a new journey from here, a journey which I will pursue carefully, and ambitiously. Much time has been wasted, years of fooling around and being silly has finally come to an end. It took a while for me to focus and get my act together, but I did it, and it is an accomplishment to me even though it is just a measly Diploma from a Malaysian college.

Things are perfect now for me, just the perfect amount of baggage to carry along and I sure hope it stays this way... *crosses her fingers and hopes for the best!*

The Brisbane chill

2008-08-07T09:31:00.023+08:00

The time I had been waiting for all this while had finally arrived. I packed, smiled at the mirror, and said good bye to my friends, dogs, and family before getting into the car to head towards the airport. It was 7pm and LCCT was packed to the brim. The airport is in a terrible condition compared to KLIA, the toilets are disgusting and the place poorly maintained. But who are we to complain when we purchase cheaper tickets on a budget airline?

I landed on Australian land thinking...'this will be my home for the next month and a half, and hopefully if things go well, the month would turn into years, and the years would add up to be the rest of my life'. I took two buses to get to Robina train station, hopped on the train and found my way to Central station in the heart of the city. Met Melissa there, and took another train to Nundah, a suburb in Brisbane where she had made home. Her house is beautiful, with dark shades of brown as the theme colour, a 42 inch LCD television, and pristine white sheets to spend your nights in. I must say, she is one out of just a hand full of my friends who have made it in their early 20s. She's my age and she already has her own house, a good man, and a job that pays extraordinarily well; that is all what hard work gets you. I'm the proudest of her. ( -:

Anyways, the past couple of days have been fun, I picnicked, cycled around the suburb, had sandwiches in the middle of the city, bought a happy camper *grin*, took the train to Chinatown, the museum and the highlight of it all; the art gallery. A few pictures to fill you in:

A park in Nundah

A welcoming gift from Melissa

A Subway Club by the park

The bike and me, everyone here has to use helmets when they ride, and everyone follows the rules unlike Malaysians!

Me on Queen's Street drinking Australian lemonade.. nyum!

That's a kangaroo's paw... if you think this is bad...

Then you haven't seen this... yep, you read it right.. roo's BALLS.

The really old movie theater; Dendy Cinemas.. we watched an independent film called 'And when did you last see your father'.

Don't really know what this was supposed to be smack in the middle of the city, but thought it would make a nice picture. =P

In front of the Brisbane Museum

Stuffed animals

Museum entrance

Art Gallery

Ozzy Art

Brisbane river and city

Gelato from Gelatissimo! Nyum.. yes, it's winter and we were eating Gelato in the open air at night. It was worth the torture!

The tower...you can hear the ring every hour throughout the city, the equivalent to our Malaysian mosques. *grin*

Will update again soon.. ( -:

Strap On Some Comfy Shoes Baby!

2008-06-05T02:37:00.004+08:00

It was crazy, just CRAZY.

On the headlines of The Star yesterday, it read "Brace for Increase". At 5pm, on The Star Online, it read "Petrol to cost RM2.70 from midnight".

Scores of cars lined roads leading to petrol kiosks causing massive jams which were also due to a heavy down pour today. All were diligently lining up to fill full tanks of petrol before the price increase by midnight. Kiasu behaviors like these won't do us any good, we need to change our lifestyles people, and not by trying to save RM50 on one pump.

With the increase of fuel, comes the increase of everything under the sun. Groceries, food outlets, hell, even school bus services are all going to cost hell a lot more than before. Yes, everything is going up except for our measly pay rolls.

Oh yeah, not forgetting the electricity prices which will be increasing by 20%! Throw those water heaters out, solar power is in!

So what do we do? I say, strap on a pair of comfy shoes and lets make some major adjustments to our lifestyles!

Quit Easy

2008-05-24T15:20:00.003+08:00

I have made a decision to grab my life back from fuckin' tobacco companies. I've tried countless times before, failed, and now appreciate those who doesn't laugh at my notion of quitting when I confide in them. 10 years of this shithas probably cost me thousands, worst still, my once seemingly pink lungs. Here's a video I found while trying to lessen the cravings.

Wish me luck people.

Awaiting Patiently

2008-04-24T03:45:00.003+08:00

Yes. I have been diligently following the progression of the production stages of the movie. Finally, a date has been given, it will be released on 30th May in the States, and on 5th June in Singapore. Hopefully this means that it'll be hitting Malaysian theaters around the same time.

Oh yeah, and bouncing back and forth is not so fun anymore, especially when they start getting emotional. YUCK.

“'He did something to me that was so perverse! Okay, I'm just going to say it. He tried to hold my hand”- Sex&thecity

New Media for a Niche Market? Bollocks.

2008-04-08T11:01:00.010+08:00

Everyone's still talking about it after a month. No, I'm not talking about who got knocked out of American Idol, or who the hell is still in the damn competition, I'm talking about the recent show of indignation from us, the Malaysian rakyat. From fine dining restaurants, middle class food outlets like Ms. Read's Delicious chain of delis, to Malaysia's favorite eateries, Mamaks, are clouded with conversations relating to the 5 week ago elections. It must have been big, since people only talk about devastating issues like 9/11 even after a month of its occurrence.

So, being a first time voter, I was and still am being bombarded with information coming from mainstream media, and new media. Things have already changed, from the recent readings I've done, the media has taken a turn in the way they transverse and report on the new political environment. Just take a look at how The Star had interviewed two first time MP's from the opposition; Low Gwo-Burne and Khalid Abdul Samad. Now, under four states and Wilayah, BN is the new opposition and the opposition is now the government. How I wonder what BN is going to do about this atrocity. All I gather is that instead of finding ways to gain the respect of the Rakyat, they are just pointing fingers at whose to be blamed for its downfall.

Since I am a Mass Communication student, I couldn't help but realise that the government needs to find a way to penetrate the new media; blogs, online news portals, smses which are taking over the world of communication. The government needs to understand the flow of the new media and use it to their advantage and not just implement laws such as the PPP, and defamation acts to prevent the media from reporting what to the government, seems threatening. Even the mainstream media has noticed that there is a need to change how they negotiate the political landscape. An executive at a local English daily confessed that reports and articles are to be written differently, where there is a need to formulate a new communications policy.

To me, I prefer my news source to be of online news portals and blogs which fall under the new media. Its the closest I can get to reading nonpartisan news material and unbiasedness. Of course, there will never be a point of 100% unbiasedness in any news article, but having a quarter of that amount is pleasing enough. The government needs to realise that the new generation of voters are fairly educated, and will show dissatisfaction when needed. Of course as Malaysians, the government should be grateful that the rakyat doesn't go rioting around every once in two weeks, however, they tend to show dissatisfaction through instances like this; voting.

So yes, there is no way of stopping news that go viral via the new media, and people need to embrace this fact. The coalition government, especially our newly appointed Information Minister Datuk Ahmad Shabery Cheek needs to formulate a way to penetrate the circulation of information in the new media and not just say that he wants to.

The idea that the new media only reaches a niche segment of the rakyat is getting old. According to statistics provided by M.C.M.C, the internet reaches 13, 528, 200 users in Malaysia as off 2007. That's around 48.7% off the total population. That percentage is more than enough to get the rakyat going silly.

P/s: btw, Siron says "hi", and paying RM30 to MPPJ is killing him, eventhough he blew his pay on Topman clothes. *grin*

Risk It

2008-03-29T11:09:00.008+08:00

As everyone ponders upon life and their some what unfathomable love life (or vice versa), we tend to neglect the things that affect the people around us, and not just ourselves.

I am guilty of this seemingly petty crime, especially since I had neglected the things that matter most in life to me. Of course, being an extremist doesn't help mitigate the effects of this crime, but it drives me to act the way I do at times. That being said, now I find myself repeatedly scheming my day away to obtain things that are nonsensical to the person that I have become. What ever happened to my priorities, beliefs, and principles that were molded throughout the two years of my 360° personality revamp? Its tough to make a change, but much tougher to maintain that change.

So we all get tempted to choose the selfish act once in a while and take that risk of feeling like a pile shit thrown at your face a week after. Thing is, we don't learn from our mistakes well enough to prevent this from happening again. Could there be a deeper cause to all this or is it that we are just born selfish as soon as we are greeted by the gynecologist who slaps us on our asses to know that we're alive? hah, no wonder spanking is a fetish to some!

As much as we're stuck with decision making our whole lives, and choosing the riskier choice is said to be the one that could reek in the most benefits, its good to think and weigh the effects of it all and not just follow your emotions too much. However, if you've always had the mind of a mischief and utterly adore the adrenalin of life like me, then I'm guessing we will always end up with a thrilling roller coaster ride, one with manic depressive times, and some major highs that most people don't get to carry to the grave.

"Bite of more than you can chew, then chew it again". -Ella Williams

Playing a Straight Bat

2008-03-25T01:48:00.002+08:00

Everyone pretty much makes mistakes, some repeating the same mistake over & over again, others more wiser with controlling their actions. Its been a crazy month for me, with attention given from all the wrong people, and a whole load of it given from my past.

Situations got a little out of hand last week when a shitty choice of "not caring" for that split moment got me all worked up. It wasn't one of my proudest moments, especially since I have been trying to be a better person since a couple of years back. This incident has made me realise how I've changed for the better. I actually have a conscience now, which sometimes sucks as the 'guilt' slowly eats my insides up. Sadly, I wished it was different with this certain someone. When you put someone on a pedestal, you expect a whole lot more from them. Unfortunately, most of the time they end up disappointing you and acting like any other man whose brain is located in between their legs.

The feelings I have could be real, I repeat, COULD be real, but I'm so tempted to screw him over until he makes his choice. The ironic thing about him is that he never makes it easy to screw him over, he keeps pushing the right buttons at the right time, damnit ladies, I'm only human, and as tough as I sometimes come across, I still get a little weak at times.

"Maybe our girlfriends are our soulmates, and guys are just there to have fun with."--Sex&theCity

Sex & The City

2008-03-22T13:57:00.004+08:00

For anyone who knows me well enough, they know how I've always been madly in love with the series cum sitcom Sex & The City. I'm still mourning its demise and eagerly awaiting for the release of its movie this year. I've watched each episode at least 15 times all with the same enthusiasm I had when I watched it for the first time.

Sex & The City is about four attractive, fashion conscious, successful ladies who confide in each other about their ever changing lives. Usually, topics that are discussed over their daily breakfast routine concerns sex, love, careers, fashion, and of course, other women. The four of them, Carrie Bradshaw (Sex columnist), Miranda Hobbes (Lawyer), Charlotte York (Gallery Manager), and Samantha Jones (PR agent), have lives that closely relate to women from my generation. Of course, out of the four, my personal favorite would be Samantha (Kim Cattrall) who would come across as the perfect feminist, with a witty lusty mouth which doesn't condone to any of society's norms and values, also often caught saying "this is the age for women to do what men did to them".

Here are a list of some of my favorite quotes from the series;

"Despite the fact that there are over eight million people on the island of Manhattan, there are times you still feel shipwrecked and alone. Times even the most resourceful survivor would feel the need to put a message in a bottle, or on an answering machine."
"I'm good at crossword puzzles, I'm not so good at people puzzles."
"That's the thing about needs. Sometimes when you get them met, you don't need them anymore."
“When you're young, your whole life is about the pursuit of fun. Then, you grow up and learn to be cautious. You could break a bone or a heart. You look before you leap and sometimes you don't leap at all because there's not always someone there to catch you. And in life, there's no safety net. When did it stop being fun and start being scary?”
“Maybe some women aren't meant to be tamed. Maybe they just need to run free til they find someone just as wild to run with them.”
“I will never be the woman with the perfect hair, who can wear white and not spill on it.”
“But the most exciting, challenging and significant relationship of all is the one you have with yourself. And if you can find someone to love the you you love, well, that's just fabulous.”
“It's really hard to walk in a single woman's shoes -- that's why you sometimes need really special shoes!”
“It takes half the amount of time you dated someone to get over them.”
“From my experience, honey, if he seems too good to be true—he probably is.

Those are just the few witty quotes that the show's brilliant scriptwriters came up with, there are much more where those came from.

Darn it, can't wait for the premier of the movie.

“My Zen teacher also said: the only way to true happiness is to live in the moment and not worry about the future. Of course, he died penniless and single." -- Carrie Bradshaw

Remember The Time..

2008-03-21T15:21:00.009+08:00

Remember The Time.. that was the title of the CD I burnt for him yesterday. "You couldn't have named it better" he says.

He greeted me with a box of Lindt Chocolates, a hug, and a smile. I pecked him on the cheek to top it all off.

After a long drive that seemed to take forever, we reached our destination, The Palace of the Golden Horses.

He had made prior reservations at the hotel's Italian Restaurant, Cavallini's. The Italian restaurant, had an Avant-Garde feel to it, and is set in a cozy atmosphere complemented with fine Italian food, wine and cigars.

As I sat there listening diligently to what he was saying, I couldn't help but wonder how any other man would be able to provide me with what he did, little does he know that he had set the notch higher for the next.

I told him bout the other chaser, and he sat there laughing his head off. He said, "it takes a man to handle you, so are you quite sure he is man enough?"

As tempting as the night was, I still said "no" to starting over. He was my favorite mistake, and that's as far as I'll let him go.

"I should have been more careful. I was blinded by your halo, so I never noticed the horns." -- source unknown

Peculiar Easter Traditions

2008-03-20T02:27:00.007+08:00

1. Risus Paschalis

This strange custom originated in Bavaria in the fifteenth century. The priest inserted in his sermon funny stories which would cause his hearers to laugh (Ostermärlein), e.g. a description of how the devil tries to keep the doors of hell locked against the descending Christ. Then the speaker would draw the moral from the story. This Easter laughter, giving rise to grave abuses of the word of God, was prohibited by Clement X(1670-1676) and in the eighteenth century by Maximilian III and the bishops of Bavaria (Wagner, De Risu Paschali, Königsberg, 1705; Linsemeier, Predigt in Deutschland, Munich, 1886).

2. Easter Eggs

Because the use of eggs was forbidden during Lent, they were brought to the table on Easter Day, coloured red to symbolize the Easter joy. This custom is found not only in the Latin but also in the Oriental Churches. The symbolic meaning of a new creation of mankind by Jesus risen from the dead was probably an invention of later times. They may have its origin in paganism, for a great many pagan customs, celebrating the return of spring, gravitated to Easter. The egg is the emblem of the germinating life of early spring. Easter eggs, the children are told, come from Rome with the bells which on Thursday go to Rome and return Saturday morning. The sponsors in some countries give Easter eggs to their god-children. Coloured eggs are used by children at Easter in a sort of game which consists in testing the strength of the shells (Kraus, Real-Encyklop die, s. v. Ei). Both coloured and uncoloured eggs are used in some parts of the U.S for this game, known as "egg-picking". Another practice is the "egg-rolling" by children on Easter Monday on the lawn of the White House in Washington.

3. The Easter Rabbit

The Easter Rabbit lays the eggs, for which reason they are hidden in a nest or in the garden. The rabbit is a pagan symbol and has always been an emblem of fertility (Simrock, Mythologie, 551).

4. Handball

In France handball playing was one of the Easter amusements, found also in Germany(Simrock, op. cit., 575). The ball may represent the sun, which is believed to take three leaps in rising on Easter morning. Bishops, priests and monks, after the strict discipline of lent used to play ball during Easter week (Beleth, Expl. Div. off., 120). This was called libertas Decembrica, because formerly in December, the masters used to play ball with their servants, maids, and shepherds. The ball game was connected with a dance, in which even bishops and abbots took part. At Auxerre, Besancon, etc. the dance was performed in church to the strains of the "Victimae paschali". In England also, the game of ball was a favourite Easter sport in which the municipal corporation engaged with due parade and dignity. And at Bury St. Edmunds, within recent years, the game was kept up with great spirit by twelve old women. After the game and the dance, a banquet was given, during which a homily on the feast was read. All these customs disappeared for obvious reasons (Kirchenlex., IV, 1414).

5. Men and women

On Easter Monday the women had a right to strike their husbands, on Tuesday the men struck their wives, as in December the servants scolded their masters. Husbands and wives did this "ut ostendant sese mutuo debere corrigere, ne illo tempore alter ab altero thori debitum exigat" (Beleth, I, c. cxx;Durandus, I, c. vi, 86). In the northern parts of England the men parade the streets on Easter Sunday and claim the privilege of lifting every woman three times from the ground, receiving in payment a kiss or a silver sixpence. The same is done by the women to the men on the next day. In the Neumark (Germany) on Easter Day the men servants whip the maid servants with switches; on Monday the maids whip the men. They secure their release withEaster eggs. These customs are probably of pre-Christian origin (Reinsberg-Düringsfeld, Das festliche Jahr, 118).

6. The Easter Fire

The Easter Fire is lit on the top of mountains (Easter mountain, Osterberg) and must be kindled from new fire, drawn from wood by friction (nodfyr); this is a custom of pagan origin in vogue all over Europe, signifying the victory of spring over winter. The bishops issued severe edicts against the sacrilegious Easter fires (Conc. Germanicum, a. 742, c.v.; Council of Lestines, a. 743, n. 15), but did not succeed in abolishing them everywhere. The Church adopted the observance into the Easter ceremonies, referring it to the fiery column in the desert and to the Resurrection of Christ; the new fire on Holy Saturday is drawn from flint, symbolizing the Resurrection of the Light of the World from the tomb closed by a stone (Missale Rom.). In some places a figure was thrown into the Easter fire, symbolizing winter, but to the Christians on the Rhine, in Tyrol and Bohemia, Judas the traitor (Reinsberg-Düringfeld, Das festliche Jahr, 112 sq.).

7. Processions and awakenings

At Puy in France, from time immemorial to the tenth century, it was customary, when at the first psalm of Matins a canon was absent from the choir, for some of the canons and vicars, taking with them the processional cross and the holy water, to go to the house of the absentee, sing the "Haec Dies", sprinkle him with water, if he was still in bed, and lead him to the church. In punishment he had to give a breakfast to his conductors. A similar custom is found in the fifteenth century at Nantes and Angers, where it was prohibited by the diocesan synods in 1431 and 1448. In some parts of Germany parents and children try to surprise each other in bed on Easter morning to apply the health-giving switches (Freyde, Ostern in deutscher Sage, Sitte und Dichtung, 1893).

8. Blessing of food

In both the Oriental and Latin Churches, it is customary to have those victuals which were prohibited during Lent blessed by the priests before eating them on Easter Day, especially meat, eggs, butter, and cheese (Ritualbucher, Paderborn, 1904; Maximilianus, Liturg. or., 117). Those who ate before the food was blessed, according to popular belief, were punished by God, sometimes instantaneously (Migne, Liturgie, s.v. P&aicrc;ques).

9. House blessings

On the eve of Easter the homes are blessed (Rit. Rom., tit. 8, c. iv) in memory of the passing of the angel in Egypt and the signing of the door-posts with the blood of the paschal lamb. The parish priest visits the houses of his parish; the papal apartments are also blessed on this day. The room, however, in which the pope is found by the visiting cardinal is blessed by the pontiff himself (Moroni, Dizionariq, s.v. Pasqua).

10. Sports and celebrations

The Greeks and Russians after their long, severe Lent make Easter a day of popular sports. At Constantinople the cemetery of Pera is the noisy rendezvous of the Greeks; there are music, dances, and all the pleasures of an Oriental popular resort; the same custom prevails in the cities of Russia. In Russia anyone can enter the belfries on Easter and ring the bells, a privilege of which many persons avail themselves.

Source: http://www.newadvent.org/cathen/05224d.htm

"The resurrection gives my life meaning and direction and the opportunity to start over no matter what my circumstances." ~Robert Flatt

'Here's wishing you and your family a blessed Easter'.

Press Perfect

2008-03-18T17:28:00.006+08:00

I want this, badly. I'm giving you a perfect example of how at times, I sometimes think (and behave) like an assholic narcissistic FEMALE chauvinist pig. Oh well, everyone is entitled to their selfish needs.

Triangle Woes

2008-03-15T18:03:00.007+08:00

There is a certain someone that needs to hear my voice over the phone. If situations were different, consider I would, a relationship with a non-assholic jerk for a change. Being in a love triangle is not an option I would consider, especially if she was there first. How I wish I could somehow find a way to explain this to him.

What a waste that he didn't approach it years before when we first met. Now, it's too late, and calling me everyday won't change it. If only there was an answer to all the questions he poses everyday, sadly, I'm too contradicting to provide him with any.

Of all the issues that this situation brings, losing the friendship is the biggest risk.

I pray that he makes the right decision, unfortunately, it would be a life changing one.

'Love is a circle, not a triangle'. -- Sara Starr

Twins Birthwish

2008-03-12T02:21:00.004+08:00

The twins (Vanessa and Valerie), me, and Timmy, poor dear met in an accident last night.

Happy Birthday girls. Wishing ya'll MORE success, love, and happiness (that includes getting laid, LOL).

I'm always grateful for crossing paths with the two of you. Though I've only known ya'll for a couple of years, I've learned a great deal from each of you. You two have thought me different things but all of equal value. Therefore, in conjunction with the welcoming of the big 25 (yes, I'll advertise it to everyone), I want to take this opportunity to let you know how you both brighten up the days of people who surround you. Luckily, I get to be in your presence almost on a daily basis. ( -:

Happy birthday again, and being 25 is NOT the end of the world, its just the BEGINNING, even though your boobies will sag before mine! *grin*

XOXO

Just Before the Shut Eye

2008-03-08T01:34:00.004+08:00

A recurring feeling has been clouding me these past few nights. Its a longing to dial a certain someone's number. Maybe its just due to the dream I had the other night, or maybe, just maybe, I miss falling asleep beside that certain someone.

But could a feeling just unleash itself after years of being nonexistent?

Oh yes, I can finally feel like an actual adult after I submit my vote for tomorrow's election. If you have the opportunity to vote and choose not to, then go bury your political talks six feet under.

Crap, does this mean that I'm not excused from acting like a six year old anymore?

Baile de la Salsa

2008-03-07T01:18:00.003+08:00

Coming home from dance practices every week makes me want to continue my Salsa classes again. I enjoyed my days of driving down to the heart of KL and putting on my dancing shoes to groove to fast moving tunes of Latin music.

A bunch of us will be performing the Cuban Salsa for an Easter ball in April. Problem is; I dance the L.A Salsa, and for me, its pretty hard to switch from L.A to Cuban. Cuban Salsa is pretty straight forward with very relaxed movements but unfortunately, I keep adding on a tap after every step. So there I go, mixing up two different Salsa styles even though I know the very basic of Salsa --quick-quick-slow.

Oh well, at least I still have my hips in proper coordination!

'Dancing is like bank robbery, it takes split second timing'. --Twyla Tharp

Birthwish

2008-03-06T16:43:00.004+08:00

Couldn't help but to post this pic of you. An unsatisfactory night with Kel perhaps? LOL.

Here's a better picture of my dearest Melissa.

She's been there for me through ups, downs, ins, and outs. I've always been the proudest of her achievements, and I know, she'll continue to overwhelm me with her success.

Happy birthday sweets. I really really wish I could bring forward my trip to Ozzy so that I could welcome the big 24 with you!! Missing you so much, and hey, this marks our 15 years of friendship! ( -: Love you !

XOXO

Thoughts

2008-03-02T01:54:00.005+08:00

Shopping was a ton of fun. A pretty pair of shoes were brought home.

It's 2am and I sometimes wonder why I allow myself to strut down memory lane unfashionably.

I wanna meet someone who can introduce me to me at the age of 40.

Hopefully 40 something Marilyn would slap me around a lil'.

'I believe that the moment is near when by a procedure of active paranoiac thought, it will be possible to systematize confusion and contribute to the total discrediting of the world of reality.'

--Salvador Dalí

Broke ass

2008-02-29T16:50:00.011+08:00

Ever wonder where the hell all your money goes to at the end of the month?

Seriously.. at the end of EVERY freaking month, I have no savings what so ever. I have concluded that most of my splurges go wasted on smokes. I don't go shopping like most women do, in fact, my closet is filled with clothes from way back in the late 90s. Think I'm joking?

Yep, I have dresses, tops, shoes which were purchased when I was in high school. Years have passed, and in a way, fortunately, I have not grown. I'm like a caveman in the fashion world. Sure, there are a few pieces purchased recently, no thanks to me, but thanks to my generous family and friends.

I am now a firm believer that smokes, and 'kopi tariks' suck the living hell out of your wallet. Its the small things that you do everyday which accumulates leaving a big black hole in your purse. The suckiest thing about it all is that even though I know the root of the problem, I can't seem to quit these nasty habits; smoking and coffee, they're tastier but even more deadly when combined.

But hell, I need a pair of flats, tops, jeans (skinny preferably, unfortunately, my hips won't allow me to take risks. ( -: ), a hard disk, skirts, dresses, hell, I think its easier to list down what I don't need! So, I'm finally allowing myself to buy stuff for my self, stuff that don't go off in smokes after a day. Tomorrow will be fun, a shoe shopping day out with a pair of great twins.. ( -: You know who you are!

One more thing, Happy Birthday Leanne dearie! Can't wait till Tuesday! ( -:

Leanne and me @ Bangsar Village2, we always end up there during the rare occasions when we get to meet up.

Renewed Me

2008-02-25T23:10:00.003+08:00

I'm back from the camp that some of us were facilitators for. Surprisingly, I enjoyed it and it was a learning experience for me as well. The confirmants (little 17 year olds all set to pledge their commitment to the Catholic Church in May), brought me back to the times when I was confused and felt like the world was against me; a phase better known as TEENAGE HOOD. Oh, how I miss being a delinquent and creating havoc everywhere I went.

Anyways, each of us had to prepare sharings on relevant topics for these mischiefs. My sharing was on 'Discipleship'. I revealed my story- drugs, and the torment my parents had to live with and how I turned around and served the church. It brought some of them down to tears, and hopefully managed to make them rethink some of their choices in life.

Whilst I sat there listening to these 17 year olds sharing about their own set of problems, I remembered once again that being a teenager was never easy and it even gets worse with teenagers from this generation. Sigh, I wish I could smack them around and tell them to be strong, coz it ONLY GETS HARDER!

With all sincerity, I am so glad that I was an instrument in their journey with Christ. Moreover, I realise that the camp was a blessing in disguise for me, it helped me in one way, one way that I can't disclose on the world wide web.

Here's leaving you with a passage on discipleship which I picked for these little mischiefs;

MATTHEW 10:37-39
'Anyone who loves his father or mother more than me is not worthy of me; anyone who loves his son or daughter more than me is not worthy of me; and anyone who does not take his cross and follow me is not worthy of me. Whoever finds his life will lose it, and whoever loses his life for my sake will find it.'

p/s: To Val, Ode, Vanessa, Rueben and Timmy, I had so much fun working with all of you, the escapades were unforgettable, and the laughs, remarkable. ( -;

Ozzy Wozzy

2008-02-22T01:57:00.004+08:00

I never knew booking flights could be so tedious. August, Ozzy here I come!

To Gold Coast, Brisbane and Sydney, mmmm, a well deserved holiday awaits a tired, and frustrated person. Its so nice that I can be anyone I wanna be for more than a month.

Will be off for a camp tomorrow. 3 days and 2 nights babysitting a bunch of 17 year olds. Also included: a sharing on 'Discipleship' by me. Yes, it may come as a shock, but I am capable of religious testimonials and everything else that comes with trying to be a good follower of Christ.

Thing is, I'm really not hyped up about this camp, so someone tell me how the heck am I gonna make these 17 year olds feel pumped up about being there?

I need to pray.

ha?

2008-02-18T22:16:00.004+08:00

Who the hell is DEBBIE?!

She owes us a BLACK BOX in a GOLD paperbag!

*growls at Christina*

Valentine's by the bridge

2008-02-15T14:57:00.004+08:00

Yesterday was romantic, however, most of ya'll would kill me if you guys found out who bought me flowers and spent the day with me. Yep, it was him... the 4-year-tragedy-relationship-man. Okay, hold your horses, we didn't do anything that I would have regretted the moment I woke up this morning. He brought me flowers, went for coffee, spent the night on a bridge overlooking a lake in Putrajaya, and saw fire works all over Puchong. A pretty romantic night I'd say!

Sitting by the bridge laughing about what we put each other through during the course of our relationship was real fun; "Remember the times you'd smoke in the car and all the ashes flew everywhere leaving burnt holes in the seat?" *grin*

But of course, it wouldn't be a complete night out with him if he never asked me to come back to him. And he did, he explained all the shit he realised he put me through, all the times he disrespected everything we had, and how he took for granted the times I stood by him through thick and thin. Aih, and there I go bursting his bubble on Valentine's, "it can't work dear, trust me, it can't".

So yeah, no matter what you guys say, this guy will always have a place in my heart, hell, you can't blame me after sharing 4 years of our lives together ey?

Whiskey in Bed

2008-02-12T01:12:00.001+08:00

I had a well deserved night out after a longggg while being out of the night life. I had a ball of a time, especially because there were drinks and great company involved. A few pictures to tell the story. ( -:

The girls; me, Nessa, Mel, Ode & Val

Getting all cheeky, Timmy claims he was the luckiest man that night

Love this shot of these 2

The two sober ones, go cristaos! ( -;

The bunch of us. I didn't realise how happy Andrew was until I saw this pic. hehe

And after a very much wild night, I bump into two of my previous clubbing kakis which were sweet enough to snap a couple of shots of us. I miss those nights with those girls, wild indeed were we. ( -;

I have to admit, I had fun even though I keep thinking that I'm gettin' too old for this shit.

Ponder upon this.

2008-02-07T00:20:00.000+08:00

Some questions from my favorite series, damn it, I'm still mourning its demise.

“Does a string of bad dates really equal one good one? And will treating someone badly in one relationship ensure that you'll be treated badly in the next? Does everything that goes around really come around to bite you in the ass?”

-Carrie Bradshaw

Journey to No Where.

2008-02-02T09:36:00.000+08:00

Yeah, its been a while since I wrote and I'm guessing ya'll notice the pattern here; the whole I only blog when I have nothing better to do. It's been pretty much back to the usual since my last day at work. This time, I'm never taking the usual for granted ever again.

Anyways, question of the day is.. 'what is your talent?' I'm sure you've been asked this question countless times before, and probably took a minute or two to list down the ton of things god has blessed you with. But what if you take a minute or two to say "er... dunno lah..", don't you feel like you need to embark on a journey of finding and developing your talent? Sure, everyone says god made all men equally, everyone is good at one thing or another.

Thing is, what if you've embarked on that journey for the pass 10 years and all you've found is nothing while all your friends have been busy winning medals, trophies and pieces of cheap paper that say "CONGRATULATIONS, #1, HERE'S YOUR CHEQUE OF RM1 MILLION!" Okay fine, no one I know has won any of that sort, but you get my drift.

So, unfortunately, I'm still on this journey and even worse, the longer I'm on it, the more I'm giving up on 'my-no-where-to-be-found-talent'.

Irony

2008-01-11T12:45:00.000+08:00

It's a funny thing how you thought a certain someone would never be able to knock you off your feet, and suddenly, that certain someone is the first thing you think about as soon as you get off the bed in the mornings.

Its ironic how you've had all these standards that your certain someone should posess, and you swore that you'd never date someone without all of those standards, but now.. now.. all those standards don't matter anymore.

You saw your competition today, and seriously... you felt like you could take her on anytime. Unfortunately, you're not only against her, you're against all they've ever been through together... the damn first kiss, how she felt and tasted to him... how the hell do you top that? Yes, she's his favorite memory and that will never change.

So you've tried everything on him, this time, it ain't as easy as all the previous ones you've managed to hook. He won't budge, and all you feel like doing is grabbing his hand, and telling him how you feel. *Sigh, but you can't, you can't because you can't risk losing the friendship. Aih.. but of course, he still hasn't managed to walk into that little circle you keep your dearest people in your life in. However... your heart still skips a beat or two whenever your phone rings.. hoping that it's him again.. and thats all you've got to hold on to.. hope.

Oh god, Shut the f*** up already would ya? ( -;

Last Day = Happy Day

2008-01-11T09:37:00.000+08:00

I woke up this morning thinking how great it is that today will be the last day I spend in this box that I work in. While I'm typing right now, my colleagues are busy complaining about how they had to work until 9.30pm last night. "hah.. I think to myself, 'how lucky am I to not be them yesterday'. But of course, throughout all these sufferings, I learnt and picked up a thing or two to help me in the unethical world of Public Relations. I had real responsibilities here, not just some 'oh, could you photocopy this for me?' or 'could you run down and fetch me a cuppa?' No, I wrote position statements (my proudest achievement here), FAQ's, content development, research (lots of this crap), I presented campaign proposals, and other PR related crap.

Today, here I am being given the duty to write the content for a client's website. 'Flowery..' she says.. if you've been reading my blog and have gotten familiar with my writing style (what style?), you'd realise that god had forgotten to bless me in that department... the department of being descriptive and having a humongous vocabulary to play with. So of course, for the past hours, all I've done is stare at Microsoft Word, hoping for some words to pop out of nowhere. As usual, I'll probably start kicking it in gear after lunch.

Anyways, a reader commented about how sometimes I write gibberish and it leaves people going... 'huh?' hah! I told ya'll.. its meant to be that way, don't question it, its just me attempting to sound vague.

Over soon

2008-01-07T16:07:00.000+08:00

This is my 2nd last day of hell. Yep, I had managed to find a good enough excuse to resign. That excuse would be the incompetency of my college of course. Finally, their lack of organization skills have finally benefited me in someway. Hah! I'll never take college life for granted AGAIN.

Days of dressing up every morning with long sleeved shirts and slacks are soon gone, replaced by lazing around the college and talking during class. heh.. ( -;

I'm pretty freaked about my last semester's results, I've got a funny feeling I ain't gonna be scoring no 4.0's this time.

Gosh, I feel like I'm on top of the world when I think about my last day here... Seriously, the feeling is even better than the look of little crystals glowing in my palm... *grin*... nah'.. who am I kidding.. nothing beats that feeling.

The blast off

2008-01-01T21:05:00.000+08:00

Its a New Year. I had a blast counting down the seconds to 2008 with all my beloved friends at a breathtaking apartment overlooking the Petronas Twin Towers. The room was filled with many,
some of whom I just met on that night itself.

I'm still recovering from the after effects of the party; the drinks and the many, many vitamins that I had ingested from dusk till dawn. I have to say, the party was more rowdy than expected, with everyone on different levels, all of which chasing to reach the peak as fast as possible.

Some were shooting up the Bacardi 151 in the kitchen, some staring off into space with the right trance music to accompany the vitamins, some going green, and some feeling as awake and as alert as ever (hhmm.. I wonder why... *grin*). To some, it would be the perfect way to kick start the new year, to others, its just another year of being a child and never growing up.

Being in the scene finally brought out the person who drowned in the midst of all the angelic routines once again. It felt great, especially realising that jell-o would never fit in this world that I never knew I missed. Seriously, even if he tried, he can't, and he couldn't. What a waste. Oh well, another one will be loosened and untied.

But really, screw the whole jell-o and creme brulee--- spending new years with the people who are most important to me really made it all complete.

Anyways, a few pictures to help with the visualizing.. more pictures to come once I get a hold of 'em!

The pictures are just a hint of what took place that night... the room was filled with people, so many more than what is seen above. It was simply close to perfect. Happy new year everyone! Hopefully this year will be remarkable for ya! ( -:

Its the End.

2007-12-31T13:40:00.000+08:00

This year has been memorable. However, deep down inside, I wished it would sail away faster. To commemorate the end of 2007, I have taken the pleasure of satisfying myself by taking the day off from work.

I'll be needing all the rest I can get today to drink away 2007 at a New Years bash my friends and I had planned. Yes, there will be booze. Lots of it. Holiday Villa, KL will never be the same again after tonight. *grin*

I'm planning to load up on the drinks since I've worked and behaved so well this year. Yeah sure, there was this one time that I had pushed up some stuff at a friend's place, and the time that I passed out in a bar, but judging on the way that I used to behave years ago, I'm pretty much of an angel now.

Here's wishing everyone a special new years, money, love and joy, all surrounding you throughout this blessed new year. Cheers everyone! ( -:

Distant For the Day

2007-12-27T20:41:00.002+08:00

At 6pm today, I had realised that I hadn't done anything productive for the company in the last week. I stare at the PC monitor for hours straight chatting on MSN. No wonder they pay me RM1.39 per hour for my services. Yes, its not a secret anymore... I am the cheap labor in the office.

I didn't speak, see or have any contact with a certain someone today. It was a choice that was made right after my alarm rang at 7am today. Why you ask? I just need to be distant for a while, until I find myself not thinking about it at every single minute that passes by. Its no joke this feeling, really, I hate that I allowed myself to sink, Ive been holding up pretty strong since jackass and I called it quits more than a year ago. Sure, its not that I need that certain someone or anything like that, the fucked up part is that I simply want that certain someone.

Hey you, yes you! Tell me why are you reading this again, wouldn't you be better off reading wise political posts and talking about it to your friends just so you'd look like smart ass?

Okay fine, not a very smart PR move to promote my blog. But hey, I'm no hypocrite. *grin*

Christmas At a Go

2007-12-26T14:05:00.000+08:00

It's over. The one day that Christians all over the world look forward to.

Midnight mass. Yes, I'm a Roman Catholic, very much proud to be one as well. There is something about a Christmas midnight mass. The old traditions that the mass holds till today, lights out before the 'gloria', the bells that chime throughout the church, the smiles on the congregation's faces, the parishioners... all draped in their best attire.. all for one reason (or so I'd like to think) ... the birth of our savior, our Lord and friend.. Jesus Christ.

This year, there was a turn in my Christmas traditions. Not deliberately though, but forced. I spent the night with a different surrounding, one that I hoped was because of reasons that only one person can offer. It was awkward at first, but soon after, things gradually took the opposite approach. At the end of the night (or should I say in wee hours of the morning), I was taken aback again. Shit. How could I have not anyway?

The weirdest thing though, it can FIT. Moreover, everyone else sure thinks it already fits, unfortunately, in the eyes of the other, the baby dolls make the perfect fit.

Having friends over yesterday was great but short lived. The gifts were many, all wrapped in pretty wrappers and sweet bows, inside mostly trinkets of joy, and of course, there were

KOOKAÏ tops all the way from down under, courtesy of my dearest sister.

However, in the midst of the Christmas chaos, something was missing. Its not a new feeling, its a feeling that I remember I felt a long, long time ago. It was back. That dreaded feeling which makes people write emotional crap on their blogs leaving their readers wondering how pathetic it sounds. But I assure you my dear readers, that its for a reason, a reason which will pass soon enough, so be patient and hopefully the new year brings in better thoughts of the world. ( -:

The Day Before

2007-12-24T01:35:00.000+08:00

Before you know it, the year is reaching an end. You don't remember what you did throughout the year, the good times or the bad. 'How time flies' you wonder to yourself.

This year, I didn't have the time to stop and smell the coffee. Did you?

It's Christmas eve today, and the Christmas play that we've been working on will be performed tonight. Preparations were crazy, and although the final full dress rehearsal wasn't as smooth as we expected it to be, nevertheless, the SHOW MUST GO ON! Working with my dearest Valerie on the props again this year is great, we always manage to pull it off hand in hand. ( -;

This Christmas, I pray... I pray that the world will be a better place for all of mankind, for the poor and the less fortunate to be happy with what they have, for the criminals to realise that there is much good left in them and most of all, I pray.. I pray that men and women all over the world will regain their conscience to do what is right for the better of humanity.

Finally, after weeks I begin to feel the spirit of Christmas moving in me again... finally. ( -:

Christmas Eve was a night of song that wrapped itself about you like a shawl. But it warmed more than your body. It warmed your heart...filled it, too, with melody that would last forever."

~ Bess Streeter Aldrich (1881-1954), American author, 'Song of Years'.

Cinnamons and Cranberries

2007-12-21T14:03:00.000+08:00

Ah, the joy of Christmas shopping. The carols sounding in a distance all throughout the mall, people with the sudden urge of being generous once a year, friends and family strolling along the corridors of shops smiling and gleeing with joy of the season. All these elements makes you realise its that time of year again. I love it, I simply love it.

However, the season kick started off differently this time round. Of course it would, I didn't even find the time to put my tree up which mind you, has been a yearly tradition to me, I didn't sip on a glass of Bailey's while listening to carols and puffing on cigarettes. Instead, I spent everyday staring at the eye tiring monitor while listening to carols over my Ipod and getting interrupted by my boss every time my mind finally goes off into "nostalgia mode".

Thankfully, I managed to do my Christmas shopping yesterday and bought everything I needed to get for everyone... everyone of course, except for me. Yep, this year there is no extra funds for my yearly Christmas dress, make up, accessories, etc. Well I guess, its Christmas, and the look on my family and friends' faces when they open their gifts is the best present I can get for myself... yea yeah, I know, how cliche!

I also had a sudden bite on my arse yesterday. The damn culprit was called reality. Yep, it bit me and it hurt, for a little while, and yeah, it hurts a little when I think about it. But hey, I'm kinda used to these kind of disappointments, especially when it comes to the other species thinking that I'm going to condone sharing them with another party. So I laid it out on the table and said "no way".

Ah.. well, looks like Jell-o and Crème brûlée really shouldn't mix after all. What a waste, there was the slight hope of making a really scrumptious, sweet and creamy desert out of it... especially since its Christmas.

Oh yeah, and this year I'm craving for the same thing I craved for last Christmas, it's been a year and yet I don't think anyone realises what I really want, besides, it's something simple but yet so complex.

I have always thought of Christmas time, when it has come round, as a good time; a kind, forgiving, charitable time; the only time I know of, in the long calendar of the year, when men and women seem by one consent to open their shut-up hearts freely, and to think of people below them as if they really were fellow passengers to the grave, and not another race of creatures bound on other journeys. ~Charles Dickens

Day #7 Hell

2007-12-19T01:53:00.000+08:00

The alarm didn't ring, or maybe my ears were being mischievous by choosing what they wanted to hear.
Sneezed till my nose looked a little too Christmasy even for the season.
Arrived half an hour late for work.
Parked a mile away.
Car got double parked.
26th December leave application rejected.

Frustrating it was to be me for the day.

Fortunately for Jell-o in the morning, I cheered up and got back on my feet again. My, my, I think I'm smitten or maybe its just that I adore the attention. ( -;

[insert lame sentence here]

2007-12-18T00:08:00.000+08:00

She was brought up in a different kind of reality. The kind where Louis Vuitton bags glimmered and shined in her eyes. She feels shallow at times but its way beyond her control. He.. he however can't even pronounce Louis Vuitton. "LouisE Vuetton" he stutters. ( -;

I'm guessing it'll never fit. Although I'm itching to see what happens if it did.

Honestly, what the fuck am I getting at? An attempt to sound 'emo' perhaps?

To all my dear readers, I know my recent posts have been senseless, vague, and annoyingly depressing. Bear with me for a week or two until I finally find the guts to resign. ( -;

“Eventually all the pieces fall into place....until then, laugh at the confusion, live for the moment, and know that everything happens for a reason”

-Carrie Bradshaw, Sex & the City

Day #6 Hell

2007-12-17T20:32:00.001+08:00

What a vast change it is to have been from a heartwarming and cheerful weekend to a silent, and cold Monday. The office was the usual, quietly draining out the energy from its workers. Today was no different from all the days of last week; busy, with 6 emails from her, and a pile of newspapers to monitor. However, I spoke to my sister today and she told me that she's glad... glad that I'm learning about the harsh reality of the working world. It ain't easy she said... but you gotta do what you gotta do, and there ain't no other way out. Ah, well, at least I know I'm not being taken advantaged off.

The weekend was great. A Christmas party for unfortunate children.. I couldn't have enjoyed myself more than seeing the joy and smiles on the faces of the innocent. It got me thinking though... I really want kids. Now, now, don't get all 'WHAAAAAT?!'. I want kids.. someday obviously, but not now, or not anytime soon.

I had lots of *Jell-o yesterday.. at times, I felt like throwing up, but at other times, I just felt like chewing it all in. Funny though, its funny how the two different deserts can mix.

p/s: Don't even bother trying to understand what the last paragraph means, the vagueness was deliberate. ( -;

Day #5 Hell

2007-12-15T12:03:00.001+08:00

I left the office at 7.15pm yesterday. Why? Just because I was assigned to prepare and present a proposal for a campaign at 5.30pm. I was only informed at 11.30 to prepare the proposal and be ready to present it by 5.30pm the very same day. Bullshit? Think again.

I find myself rushing like a person who just stole something from a lady walking on the street just to spend some time with *Jell-o. After all the anticipation, I find that it doesn't taste that great after all, especially the rough after taste.

Nevertheless, my heart skipped a beat or two. ( -;

Day #4 Back to hell

2007-12-14T01:10:00.000+08:00

Today, I received an email from her;

Hi Marilyn,

My comments as attached. We need to discuss this after lunch.

Thanks.

Best Regards,
***********

So, here I am, on the verge of peeing in my pants when she called me into her room. She briefs me on the things that I should have included in the position statement, not much, but there were still some holes in my work. Nevertheless, I managed to fill in the gaps with the information needed before 6pm. Hopefully, I won't be receiving another email for a discussion again.

On a lighter note, meeting up for lunch with an old friend who currently resides in New Zealand was refreshing. Its always nice to know more about what the other side of the world is up to every now and then.

Oh yeah, and seeing Jell-o reminded me of how sweet it feels once again. ( -;

Day #3 Purgatory

2007-12-12T21:35:00.000+08:00

It came to shock to me when I realised that I wasn't looking at the clock that much today. I figured the cause for this behavior was ultimately due to the stack of work that I had piling up on my desk.
Today... I wrote a 'position statement' for a crisis management project that my colleagues and I are trying to tackle. Honestly, what the hell were they teaching me in college? I didn't hear bout any position statement shit? Oh well, what ever the hell, I made it through and I managed to provide the necessary today.

So since today made me exercise my head muscle a little, I'm pushing my current situation a notch higher.. from hell, to purgatory. Oh well, it's all for the love of the art of Public Relations.

And again, a certain someone managed to brighten up my day even though its Crème brûlée & Jell-O trying to mix. ( -;

Day #2 of Hell

2007-12-11T22:59:00.000+08:00

The first day of work was as boring as it could have gotten. I had to do some research on some crap .. sorry, I'm supposed to keep secrets once I work, can't really reveal the details.. or so I've been told.

Today, was better, I had a ton of stuff to do, no, seriously, a TON. I'm like the silly all rounder at work, I'm the receptionist, operator, admin, PR exec, and oh yeah.. and basically a "kuli" from my perspective. So today I get bombarded with PR work.. all the way, and yeah, I enjoyed it.

Glad I learned a thing or two today.

Besides, someone made my day. ( -;

Dreaded Phase

2007-12-09T21:18:00.000+08:00

Tomorrow will be my first day as an intern at a PR firm in Hartamas. Hartamas... a long way from home, it would probably take me an hour or more to reach my workplace by 9am. I am not looking forward to my internship at all. In fact, I feel like I might have made a mistake jumping into it way too soon.

I'm being such a retarded pessimist by picturing nothing but torture for the next three months. Can you blame me when I'll be earning peanuts for a 9-6 job? Moreover, I'll have to travel up and down from my place which happens to be in the middle of nowhere, and not forgetting the parking fees, food, working outfits and time. Yeah, all my college mates are enjoying a one month holiday while I'll be working my ass off for peanuts. Shit.

Worst thing of all, I'm going to miss the zsa zsa zu from something, something which I can't bring myself to mention on the damn world wide web. ( -; Oh well, I'll have the weekends. ( -:

So, I'm guessing I'll have to do what I have to do.. bring coffee, file crap, xerox documents, and finish all the backdated work if I'm told to do so. Sure, I'll go in there with an open mind, hopefully I'll learn a thing or two, as long as it surpasses the ability of making a good cup of coffee for the boss.

Signs of a Chronic Procrastinator

2007-12-01T00:21:00.000+08:00

I'm in the middle of my finals and I have two papers left; two tough papers, one of which, happens to be the dreaded subject- Communication Research. Yep, the paper is on Monday, 3 days from now, well.. technically, its two days from now. The final paper, Journalism is on Tuesday morning. Yes, that means, I won't have enough time to do the usual cramming in of information the day before the paper.

So, I'm supposed to cover at least 5 chapters of comm. research today, another 3 tomorrow, and Journalism on Sunday. However, I spent the whole day being unproductive; staring at the PC, watching TV and talking on the phone. Crap. Moreover, I'll be having the craziest weekend ever, with a ton of work and events to attend.

This means... I seriously don't have the time to cover all the specific chapters. I'm a gonner for sure.

Worse still, after all the whining, I find myself still sitting here doing nothing productive at 12.29 a.m. Seriously, when am I going to learn from my shitty mistakes?

Sassorosso

2007-11-30T17:13:00.000+08:00

Pictures to always remind me of how lucky I am to be blessed with the most amazing people around.

Birthday pictures at Sassorosso courtesy of Nisha Tham.

Sassorosso @ Jln. Yap Kwan Seng

My walking fashion magazine. Tanya Loong.

Escargot

Nurul & Mel

My bestie.. Zaza

The dessert cum cake. Excellent.

Tears were on the verge to fall..

Still struggling to hold back the tears...

and then.. they pour.. and pour...

once I was composed again, I smile .. from the joy lah..

Little miss angel.. she tries her best.. ( -;

The gang that made it all happen. ( -:

The place where it all happened.. ( -;

Byron and Me

Mel and me

The ones through thick and thin!

I love you all lah! Its been so many years now, and we are still right behind each other!

Birthday Bliss

2007-11-06T12:57:00.000+08:00

Yes, I know, its been ages since I've updated. But hey, its only because I've had a ton of things to do and nothing worth blogging about. However, my birthday just passed, and my friends went all the way to make me smile and cry while they are at it! Of course, it was happy tears, tears of joy and gratefulness for having be surrounded by all these great people.

I've only got one batch of pics from the Sunday outing with Val and gang, and unfortunately, the Saturday's outing with ZaZA and gang is still in their cameras.

Okay, enough yackity-yack, Ill let the pictures do the talking.

Birthday dinner on Sunday @ The Apartment, The Curve

A collage of happiness!

The couple before I stole Delia's bag! = P

And the not so sane ones regardless of whose bag goes missing!

The happy one, with aching cheeks from the over smiling

Trying to show off my prezzies, the Watermelon Cosmopolitan included!
FYI, that's an onyx necklace! Unfortunately, Val's pretty poncho wasn't in the picture!

Timmy, thats not very nice of u!

With Mel, the biggest ass I've ever seen live.

And my darlin' ladies.. Val, Ode and Mel.. Muah!

Thank you so very much for planning all these things for me everyone! You guys made my week!

*Coming soon.. Birthday dinner @ Sarastossa, KL. Hopefully I won't get the pics next year! ( -:

Post-Holiday syndrome

2007-10-01T12:26:00.000+08:00

The trip was great. I arrived back home with fond memories of the shore and a charred body, all being the side effects of a great beach holiday. There's still a ton of pictures in other cameras, therefore, I'll update once I receive 'em. ( -:

Man, sounds of waves are replaced by sounds of cars that greet you in the wee hours of the morning. Crap, back to normal routine life. Argh.

Beachie smile

2007-09-22T15:04:00.000+08:00

The decision was made on the spur of the moment. I am glad I decided to pack my bags up and leave all the morons that I work with behind...to a place far far away.. at an island called Redang. So I'll be leaving on Tuesday, and my ass will be back home on Friday. I kinda figured "oh, what the hell.. I might as well go since I'm on my mid term break anyway".

Yep, we will be massively sloshed by the mornings, and probably still drunk while snorkeling.. but hey, I think I deserve to go crazy. After all, its been a year since my last holiday and since then, its been nothing but assignments, exams, and dealing with morons.. FYI, I'm not talking about my college mates.

Will update on my adventure when I get back. ( -:

'Till then, have a great week ahead everyone!

Margaritas, pareos and great friends.. can't wait, no, seriously, I really can't wait.

...and I wonder

2007-09-05T01:57:00.000+08:00

There are times when we simply wonder... why? Probably the most interesting word of the 5W's and 1H is the word why which is probably the hardest to answer as well. Fortunately, theres always the choice to pick the whole "I don't really give a shit" solution. Unfortunately, the world doesn't work that way and somehow or the other, we have to pick up the pieces of the puzzle and figure things out.

It's about time we all grew up anyways.

"Courage is the discovery that you may not win, and trying when you know you can lose."

I am All Woman

2007-08-28T00:25:00.001+08:00

I utilize the car everyday to help avoid the burden of taking the train, bus, cab, and so forth. Unfortunately, just like most women, I only know how to drive it, feed it with petrol, and pump the tires up with air. I'm extremely oblivious to what happens internally to the car, that includes not knowing how to manually shut the alarm up when it suddenly goes off in the middle of a quiet neighborhood on one extremely early Sunday morning.. *grin*

Anyways, after a tiring day of running around the streets of Shah Alam, Kelana Jaya and Old Town, my car decides to wake me up from a deep slumber of my obliviousness to its health. I was calmly driving home, stopped at a traffic light, and the car starts vibrating vigorously.. ok fine, it wasn't that bad, but lets just say it was vibrating to the extent that I could actually see my thunder thighs wobbling.. ew, what a description eh? So anyways, I realize that something must be wrong.. "hhmm.. what could it be, what could it be?" I wonder to myself. I look around the dashboard.. and I notice the "heating meter" (is that what you call it?) is showing me that the engine is hot, heating up, and really really near the RED H.

So, I turn the air-con off, and hope for the best. Nope, it didn't work, so I had to turn off the engine until the damn traffic lights turned green. Drove to my regular petrol station and asked the petrol boys over there for help. Yeah, these are the same guys that a friend had once commented on me flirting with when all I do is engage in meaningless friendly chatter whenever I go feed my car. They take a look under the hood, and peek into the water storage thingy and said... "haih.. apa la.. air sikit pon takde.. you tak isi ke? Tuh la.. perempuan tahu pandu saja.. lain semua tak kisah".

So, one of the dude's came walking like somewhat of a hero with a wet cloth and begun turning the knob to fill the water into the radiator. Here's the thing, the car is FIRING HOT. Mr. smartie pants over here opened it, and boiling hot water starts shooting up 10 feet off the ground. Yep, it created a scene, and fortunately no one got hurt. Everyone laughs off his stupidity and continues to help me with my car. The car was saved, and I managed to get my ass back home to document about this learning experience.

And what knowlege did I gain? You never know what drama you might run into anytime, anywhere and you'll never know who might be able to fix the problem for ya, so being nice to people paid off, big time. Oh yeah and I guess I still do have a "womanly" side after all. *shit*

The Why's of Men

2007-08-27T01:09:00.000+08:00

WHY DO MEN BECOME SMARTER DURING SEX? (because they are plugged into a genius)
WHY DON'T WOMEN BLINK DURING SEX?(they don't have enough time)
WHY DOES IT TAKE 1 MILLION SPERM TO FERTILIZE ONE EGG? (they don't stop to ask directions)
WHY DO MEN SNORE WHEN THEY LIE ON THEIR BACKS? (because their balls fall over their butt-hole and they vapor lock)
WHY WERE MEN GIVEN LARGER BRAINS THAN DOGS? (so they won't hump women's legs at cocktails parties)
WHY DID GOD MAKE MEN BEFORE WOMEN? (you need a rough draft before you make a final copy)
HOW MANY MEN DOES IT TAKE TO PUT A TOILET SEAT DOWN? (don't know.....it never happened)
WHY DID GOD PUT MEN ON EARTH? (because a vibrator can't mow the lawn)

One day my housework-challenged husband decided to wash his Sweat-shirt
Seconds after he stepped into the laundry room, he shouted to me, "What
setting do I use on the washing machine?"
"It depends," I replied. "What does it say on your shirt?"
He yelled back, "University of Oklahoma."
And they say blondes are dumb...
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A couple is lying in bed. The man says,
"I am going to make you the happiest woman in the world."
The woman replies, "I'll miss you..."
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"It's just too hot to wear clothes today," Jack says as he stepped out of the shower, "honey, what do you think the neighbors would think if I mowed the lawn like this?"
"Probably that I married you for your money," she replied.
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Q: What do you call an intelligent, good looking, sensitive man?
A: A rumor
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Q: Why do little boys whine?
A: They are practicing to be men.
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Q: What does it mean when a man is in your bed gasping for breath and calling your name?
A: You did not hold the pillow down long enough.
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Q: How do you keep your husband from reading your e-mail?
A: Rename the mail folder "Instruction Manual."

Dear Lord,
I pray for Wisdom to understand my man; Love to forgive him; And Patience for his moods.
Because, Lord, if I pray for Strength, I'll beat him to death.
AMEN

Footie on Baldie

2007-08-20T12:38:00.000+08:00

The Champions Youth Cup is currently being held right here, in Malaysia. I tuned in to ESPN to check out the match the other day and to my disbelief, I noticed that the state of the Malaysian football fields are crap. There are patches of sand where the grass had stopped growing, or places where the grass had turned yellow in colour. Imagine a balding man with hair growing in patches, and some of the patches are in blond and green streaks. Yeah, that basically sums up the pathetic condition of the fields.

The matches are telecast live on an international level. Seriously, it's embarrassing. Moreover, it's visit Malaysia year, so how does this help boost our tourism when people from other countries are watching their team play on a crappy piece of land? And really, where are the spectators? The stadium is practically filled with 0.5% of spectators. OMG, for goodness sake, the least they could have done is give away free tickets just to fill up the stadium so that it won't look so miserable, and that Malaysians are actually pretty supportive ya know? geez.

In my PR thinking chair? Maybe not.

2007-08-17T13:40:00.000+08:00

I'm supposed to be scouting around for a place to do my internship. I start my internship in January and unfortunately, I'm stuck and confused. Know that feeling of wanting to follow your heart but you can't? Yeah, that's basically it. I'm so eager to join an Event Management company, however, most event companies in Malaysia are so damn small and it probably won't do any justice in my resume.

So, the next option would be to opt for a really established PR firm but, if I get my ass into a PR firm, I'm gonna have to end up doing the dirty work, yep, PRESS FREAKING RELEASES, or anything to do with writing. Seriously, I don't mind doing the dirty work, but I do mind writing! Argh. Hate it. Yeah, and I bet you're wondering why in the world am I doing Mass Comm? Honestly, it's the passion that I have in Event Management and talking way too much.

The next option would be giving in to the temptation of getting into NTV7. Why temptation? Coz its SOOO DAMN near my house. Yep, its like 15 mins away, and oh the joy of working in a place where you can avoid the jam, parking charges, and waking up 45 mins before work. However, I don't really have the drive for broadcasting.

See the conundrum that I find myself in? Any suggestions?

No? I thought so too.

How fun.

2007-08-16T10:50:00.000+08:00

I've officially kicked off the new semester with the first week of classes. Subjects for the semester are; Broadcast Management, Photography, Journalism, Communication Research and Multimedia Development. Was pretty excited over photography, until... yesterday. Nope it's not the lecturer, who by the way happens to be one of those academicians who tops my list for NOT being boring at 9.30 in the freaking morning. So, what burst my bubble was, as always, the college. Yep, I've complained before about this college, and unfortunately, I'll have to do it again.

Turns out that everyone in this class needs a DSLR or a SLR at the least. No, this isn't an elective subject, it's a compulsory one. I figured a normal digital camera would be sufficient, but guess I was being ignorant. Anyways, turns out, we have to borrow the cameras from the college by paying a deposit of RM200 and RM20 for the rental. I wouldn't mind forking out that amount for a DSLR but not for a crappy camera that doesn't even have an "on" button. So, there are 14 of us in the class, however, only 5 cameras are available for rental. Yeah, more demand and less supply. Shit ey? Wanna know whats even more buggin'? 4 out of 5 cameras on rental are the super old school ones. Yep, only 1 DSLR and the rest are SLR's which look like they only cost about RM100. So why should I pay a deposit of RM200? argh. My sis owns a really good DSLR camera, but of course lady luck ain't gonna be that kind to me, my dearest beloved sister has taken her DSLR with her to Sydney, and she isn't gonna be back home until December, which happens to be the last freakin' week of the semester. BUMMER.

Fortunately, I really like the lecturer, and I'm guessing the only thing that's gonna keep me snapping away is her talent.

Oh yeah, Tanya, I WANT the pictures. It sucks that I have to whine on my blog.

Español - Feliz cumpleaños!

2007-08-06T11:39:00.000+08:00

LOL. I will never forget the look on your face a year ago when you saw what the cake said. LOL.

To my dearest Nitch.

Happy Birthday Nish. Yep, this marks the a new milestone in your life. Its going to be a new change for the years to come huh?

Anyways, we've been missing you like crazy since you placed your ass in Boston. All we had to depend on for updates in your life was from your damn blog, and it kinda sucks to only have that ya know. Everytime I go back to Kelana Jaya to meet up with anyone, your name still pops up in the midst of a conversation, so you are always missed.. and its time you come home! However, since its already August, at least we know that the time frame for your arrival at KLIA has shorten, and now all thats left is just a couple of months.

Do you know that I thank god everyday for blessing me with such great friends like you? Aiyah.. we've been through it all together kan? haha, for 9 years, how could we have not? How you survived those nine years, I still can't comprehend. Most people drift apart after high school, but we all survived, still being there for each other no matter what, and I'm soooo damnnnn grateful for that. But what ever it may be, I thank you for your friendship, and your generosity. You still amaze me after all these years.

Well, for this new mark in your life, I have only the best wishes for you. For all the times you have been there for your friends especially me (the whinings, tauntings, you get the picture laaa), for being a great daughter to your mum and dad, a great sis to your bro, a great student (except for the major procrastinating problem that you have.. <-:), but above all, for just being a nice person to everyone that you come in contact with, you deserve all the best things that life has to offer you. Don't worry so much about what you're gonna do once you get back, just focus on your music and talent, your carreer will kick off from there.. I'm sure of it.

Happy birthday sweetie! ( -:

Yummy

2007-07-29T01:20:00.000+08:00

Chris Nuñez

He's got the bad-boy, rumpled, 5 o'clock shadow thing down right perfect.

Okay, that's probably as shalow as I can get. Holidays are fun, until you've realised that all you've done is sleep, and wasted a ton of cash by the end of the month. However, it's been fun catching up with friends which I've been promising to meet up with ever since the beginning of the year.

The highlight of the holidays, has to be the outing I had with Tanya exactly a week ago. Getting inked was fun, and I'm already planning out the next design. ( -;

Examo

2007-07-15T18:24:00.000+08:00

My internet is running and working again, unfortunately, I'm having my finals for the whole of this week. So updates will be pouring in only after.

Have a good week all!

Oh yeah, and will be needing a whole lot of prayers for the coming exams, so feel free to drop a prayer or two to the one above aight?! ( -:

Porno for women

2007-06-27T22:46:00.000+08:00

Skills required to apply for the vacancy in my little circle of loveee. Those who do not possess the required criteria (including the biceps, triceps, baldness, height, abs, smile) need not apply.

Any kind of shopping will be taken into consideration.

No roses please.

Due dates.

2007-06-24T00:19:00.000+08:00

I wish there were 27 hours in a day.

I wish the human race only requires 3 hours of sleep daily.

Hell, I wish time never existed.

Bag it

2007-06-07T10:17:00.000+08:00

I want this. Badly.

Mending Heart

2007-06-04T16:33:00.000+08:00

Its a tough feet trying to get over that devastating break up. However, billions of people have been through the exact same thing and lived through it, so it is possible, and I am speaking from experience here. It's hard, and you feel like you won't survive the next hour, but in fact, you will. Thats probably the worst part, due to the fact that you have to continue to gather every ounce of strength that you have left to cope with the pain. But listen up, think "I can and I will" and you're well on your way to mending that shattered heart of yours.

If you are engrossed in this post, you must be having a hard time and still hold a broken heart - no matter how serious the relationship was. So here are a few pointers that might help your current state of mind.

Just remember, you will survive.

Keeping your cool in time of crisis is 90% of the battle. If you can keep calm, everything will be OK – and if not, call a good friend and tell him or her all about it. They will understand. The more days that pass the easier it will get, so no crazy stuff, "comprende"?

After a few ticks of the clock, you may start to feel better about the break up. Things seem clearer to you, and you find that you understand what actually went wrong, most of all, you start to accept the fact that he or she is gone.

"Relationships are like glass, sometimes its better to leave it broken than to hurt yourself trying to put it back together"

Coping with the first three days of a break up are the hardest of all. However, the road to recovery is short and beneficial to our being. Without a broken heart, we may never know what we really want or need. Surviving is the key, and after the survival of this terrible ordeal we find peace and best of all, someone way better which we deserve!

"And I shall find someone perhaps, and a better one than you, With eyes as wise, but kindlier,
and lips as soft, but true, and I daresay they will do."-- Rupert Brooke

"Powderful" Teachers

2007-05-29T11:20:00.000+08:00

In Malaysia, there has been a tendency among parents to enroll their kids for tuition classes. Yep, we've all been there, the cliche response everyone gives when someone asks them "what you doing after school?" , "aiyo, got tuition la". Nine point nine out of ten people take tuition for subjects they learn in school. So, What’s wrong with teachers in school? The answer; teachers in Malaysia are either not committed, or just plain incompetent.

These teachers can be found in most schools here. We've all met them before, those that ask us how to pronounce a certain English word when it should be the other way around. Just as we thought that the status of teachers would be redeemed, thanks to the Ministry of Education's special scheme to allow them to obtain a university degree, another blow was delivered. Reportedly, less than one per cent of teachers are regarded as "competent”. What ever happened to the 99% more, and what is the Ministry or Education doing about this? In rarer cases, some teachers might be too competent, so to say, and this can be bad. Because when a teacher is competent, she might find herself teaching a little too fast for students to catch up, leaving them far behind, lost in the deep jungle also known as Education.

This truly saddens me, Malaysia, which is supposedly a country in the developing stages, produces such poor education for the young ones. Some may choose to report their incompetent teachers to the headmaster, in hopes that it would fall on deaf ears, the Ministry of Education. Granted, there probably wouldn't be any change of anything whatsoever, but at least they tried.

"The mediocre teacher tells. The good teacher explains. The superior teacher demonstrates. The great teacher inspires."
-William Arthur Ward

Social Graces

2007-05-28T11:20:00.000+08:00

I had a face painting show yesterday in Mutiara Damansara organized by some housing thingy in conjunction with World Play Day. So we had kids from almost everywhere waiting in line to get their faces decorated for the day. These kids, ranged from the ones born with silver spoons, and those who were born with wooden spoons.

See, I saw a real big difference between these two groups of children. Manners wise. They were just plain rude. They don't say thank you and they don't say please. They demand for things as though "they" themselves were paying me for painting their faces. Moreover, they were so unhygienic. I don't blame these kids for what they have become, or what they will become, but I do pin their attitude on their parents. Even the parents were using our things as though it was theirs without our permission.

To me, having manners shouldn't depend on the fact that you have money or not. All parents should teach their children basic norms & values of life. I feel as though once they are all born in that family tree, they are doomed, just because their parents or they themselves never took the initiative of bringing their kids up in a proper environment. If they know that they can't afford having children, why have them? and freaking tons of them if I might add! These are just plain irresponsible people who make me sick.

"The hardest job kids face today is learning good manners without seeing any." Fred Astaire

Busy Bee

2007-05-26T11:38:00.000+08:00

"Inaction breeds doubt and fear. Action breeds confidence and courage. If you want to conquer fear, do not sit home and think about it. Go out and get busy."
- Dale Carnegie

Gosh, my daily schedule has been so jam packed that I haven't had the time to blog. Mid-terms, freaking assignments, classes, face painting shows, netball, meetings, youth rally projects, hhmm, just seems like 24 hours a day just ain't enough anymore. However, I'm not complaining. I love it. I love it when I'm just super busy, I just love waking up to a ton of things to do. I guess to me, it gives more meaning to life itself.

The youth rally will be coming up in two weeks time, all the bickering, clashing of ideas, practices, money, effort and time better show in those three days.

The goal to me, is to help these youth in every way possible. Just the thought of helping god touch their hearts is a truly satisfying feeling.
Bring our youth committee together, stronger than ever before.

Well, one can only do so much, prayer can do the rest.

Anyways, if you are bored right now, have a go at this website: http://www.pagetutor.com/idiot/idiot.html haha.. and let me know how the visit went!

Elephant Skin

2007-05-20T23:37:00.000+08:00

woooo, I had such a productive mid-term break. I actually didn't procrastinate the load of work that I was left with before the break. I managed to complete half of my work that is due in a weeks time. *pats back* It's weird, I usually start my work only the day before the due date, don't know what the hell has gotten into me, but it's all for the better, so I ain't gonna whine about it.

Anyways, topic of discussion today is:- The Aftermath of Dating a Moron.

Okay, how is it that people change at the very second you start dating them? OMG, the tragic discoveries of their "weird character traits" are just mind boggling. Things turn disastrous once they get all clingy and shit, worst still, when they become stalkers. If you were smart, you'd flee at the very first sign that the walls are gonna cave in, or when you start noticing that you need to report your where abouts to a certain someone every time you wanted to start the engine of your car.

If you were a sucker, like how I once was, you'd probably think that he will change and hang around a little just in case he does turn out to be your knight in shining armor. Sorry to burst your love bubble sweetie, but the probability of this happening, is one to a trillion.

"Relationships are like glass. Sometimes it's better to leave them broken than try to hurt yourself putting it back together".

If you were smart, and chose the alternative root, you're probably single right now, and traveling light, since you just manage to have the guts to chuck the extra baggage aside. Unfortunately, since he is a MORON, this means that he ain't gonna give up on you just yet. Yup, here comes the harassments, stalkings, and childish behaviors to try and win your soft little heart back (or so he thinks it is). What methods does he choose to win you back? The "self-pity" bullshit. Messages like "oh, I'm so sad without you, I'm going through so much, how could you leave me now?" come storming into your mail box. Not one, not two, but they choose to mail you dozens of pathetic junk on a daily basis. They start to sound like a freakin' broken tape recorder.

They won't get the picture until you....totally give him the cold shoulder, ignore all messages, ignore all calls. See his name pop out on your mobile.. don't even open the messages, just delete the damn thing. By hook or by crook, find all means possible to get rid of the weirdo, even if it's gonna make you look cold and harsh. Sometimes, it's only best that you put yourself first before others. Of course, at times it's not easy to be cold, especially when you have developed a soft spot for that certain someone, but by all means, if he is killing you emotionally, don't you love yourself that much that you'd want to protect yourself?

Don't get mind f***ed. Don't be a doormat.

If only life was such where we could all tell a person's character at one glance. Sure, that would mean that the relationship would be a bore, as there wouldn't be any spontaneity, but it sure as hell saves us the torment of going through emotional and physical abuse.

"And I shall find some boy perhaps, and a better one than you, With eyes as wise, but kindlier, and lips as soft, but true, and I daresay he will do".

Tossin' & Turnin'

2007-05-18T01:55:00.000+08:00

You know what sucks? What sucks is when you need to get some sleep, your body is longing for that oh-so-comfortable mattress, with a soft, smooth duvet to cuddle in, but your mind ain't giving in.

Maybe it's the many many tasks that I have to complete by the end of my mid-term break, which by the way, started on Monday, and ends on the following Monday, that is clouding my brain. Or maybe, it's the things that I am not supposed to be thinking about that's eating up my thoughts. And then again, maybe it's just the super hectic plans that I will be engaged in over the weekend.

argh. Too much analyzing leads to too many conclusions. How many times do I have to keep reminding myself that?

hmmm, a little cough mixture will do the trick. *grin*

tuttt

2007-05-17T20:09:00.000+08:00

It is the stupidest camp name which I have ever come across. Honestly, who ever named it.. I just got one question for ya... What the hell were you thinkin'??

Geez, I'am most certainly not gonna have anything to do with this crap.

2007-05-17T00:38:00.000+08:00

“Consider how hard it is to change yourself and you'll understand what little chance you have in trying to change others.”

Man, being 23 ain't easy. This sucks.

Gender-bender

2007-05-16T12:57:00.000+08:00

Taken from the Star Online;

Wednesday May 16, 2007

If gender’s in doubt, state unclear

KUALA LUMPUR: Parents have been asked not to register their hermaphroditic babies (having two sexual organs) as “male” but to put down their sex as “unclear”.
Minister in the Prime Minister's Department Datuk Dr Abdullah Md Zin said putting the sex as “unclear” in the birth certificate was aimed at observing whether the baby would grow up with male or female tendencies.
“Don't register the child as a male because if the baby grows up with female tendencies, it will be difficult to change the gender,” he said in reply to Senator Datuk Dr Jins Shamsuddin in the Dewan Negara yesterday.
Dr Abdullah said he was told by the Health Ministry that such babies could be “cured” through hormone injection and counselling.
In reply to Senator Datuk Rizuan Abdul Hamid on the absence of guidelines on dressing for Muslim women, he said such guidelines were not needed because it was stated in the Quran that women must cover the parts of their bodies that should not be exposed.
The Quran did not specify how these body parts should be covered, he added. – Bernama

hhmm... does this apply to those that grow up with male tendencies as well? How 'bout transvestites? Do they get the privilege of stating "unclear" as well?

Anyways, I'm just wondering how would the parents of hermaphroditic babies feel when they haven't even recovered from the discovery that their child is "special" and all of a sudden, they have to gain the guts to tick "unclear" in the form. How cold.

Congrats Nishy!

2007-05-15T00:41:00.000+08:00

Congrats Nishy! SO SO SO SO SO SO proud of YOU! ( -:
haha, this also means that you are just months away from boarding the plane back home from the States!! Missss you sooo! ( -:
YIPPIEEEEeee!! ( -;

Mamã

2007-05-13T18:24:00.000+08:00

Mummy, who loves traveling, in the country she loved visiting most, Argentina.

She was a tough cookie ever since she was a child. I remember the story she once told me about how she climbed a tree when she was 10, she fell from a branch and an open tin can sliced and stuck in the bottom of her foot, she looked at her bleeding foot, pulled out the damn can, and continued climbing the tree again. Yep, my mama is tough like that.

This mother's day, I wanted to pen down my feelings, telling her how much I thank god everyday for blessing me with her as my mummy.

Dear mummy,

23 years ago, you endured the agony of bearing me for 9 months. Little did you know, that this child so innocent at that time, would only take all the love you gave, for granted. I thought that the patience and love you provided me with was expected of every mother.

I remember the times you had to remind me to clean my room, or wash my dishes and do my homework. I figured all mothers felt it their duty to constantly reinforce the chores they wanted to have repeatedly done. I had no idea that you were reminding me because you only wanted me to be a better person for the good of my future.

The greatest gift you gave to me was not of material value. You advised me, gave me confidence, and most of all, gave me hope which I find through you. And now mummy, I am grown. I have learned to appreciate all the guidance and patience that I had once taken for granted. I can with pride say, I owe it all to my mummy that cared enough to guide me everyday of my 23 years of existence.

I know that it was never easy. I was a trial most of the times, and I know I tested your patience when I would rebel. I'm truly sorry for all the times that I had caused any sad tears to flow down your cheeks.

However, no matter how difficult I could be at times, you never gave up, not once. With sincere gratitude for all that you had done for me, and with love for all that you still do, I want you to know, that I am the most fortunate to have a mummy like you. I thank god everyday, for blessing me with you as my mummy.

I am the proudest to be your daughter. Happy mother's day mummy.

Love,
Marilyn.

Birthday Buzz!!

2007-05-11T23:42:00.000+08:00

Whoop-de-woooo! It seems like everyones birthday falls in April and May. Darn it, most of my closest friends are "Taurean", according to Tanya, only they have the patience to put up with the "Scorpios" antics. *grin*

Oklar, so it's Mr. Melvin Tan's birthday, and I'm supposed to only mention the good traits that we all remember him by. Unfortunately, that isn't going to happen. Aaw Mel, how can I go a day without constantly pissing you off with my load of mischief?

Anyways, here are a few things I remember from our 10 years of friendship:

How you used to chase me around because I probably baptized you with a bottle of water or just plain annoyed the shit out of you before that.

How we used to go play snooker and sit in the mamak and waste our precious time doing nothing.

How you never think before you speak.. eg. the "you never brush teeth ar this morning?" incident with "someone". hahahaha

How you CAN NEVER DRINK!!

How you came up with the line "ina patede bumbarenge", "jus soli", etc. haha

How we had so much fun in Genting with the rest of the family!

How you would say the most insensible crap at the darnest times.

How your hair used to flip every time you walked or played football!

The time we played the stupidest computer game ever.. where the guy has to fondle boobs and piss everywhere to score points, the worst thing about it is that you were damn good at the game! haha

How we used to call each other up and talk for hours on the phone about nothing at all.

How we watched a whole movie together over the phone!

The times you used to pick me up in your light blue wira, to the Waja and now the red wira which has become your pride and joy!

The Bukit Jelutong Jokes.. haha

The times when you were the first to come to the rescue when my computer showed signs of being possessed.

But what ever the memories may be, the one thing that always come to my mind when I think of you is that you are... a jerk. hehe.. actually, you are far from being a jerk, although you say the weirdest things at the darnest times, you have a gem of a heart. You never think of how to hurt someone, you don't manipulate, you are always just "you", and I wanna thank you for all these years of being somewhat like the brother I never had. Although you are a big boy now, I still can never imagine you going out to the working world.. maybe I just wanna always remember you as that boy doing and saying the silliest things. And always remember, even though I live like 10 mins away.. okok, fine, maybe 20 mins away, I will still run to your rescue at 4am if shit happens. hehe! ( -;

Happy birthday Kelso! ( -; Love ya dude!

Jingkli Nona

2007-05-10T10:26:00.000+08:00

So, the youth were called upon once again to strut our talents off on the dance floor last Saturday at Holiday Villa. Our troupe of 10 performed 3 outstanding Portuguese dances called the "branyo". It all couldn't have been possible without tremendous effort from all the dancers throughout the practice days. Here are some pictures from that night! ( -:

Before the performance, waiting for the damn food.

Nessa & Timmy, Timmy's hormones were flying high

The first dance of the day.. "Marinero"

and we walked down the aisle together..

two straight lines that was so hard to achieve during practices..
haha, sorry bout the shouting ya'll!

the final "jump move" for all "branyo" dances.. it was exhausting

the troupe with the man of the night.. "papa Ray"

after groovin' to some tunes from Elvis and so forth,
we decided to call it a night, one last picture for the road!

Anyways, apologies for any harshness from me during practices.. hehe.. I know, I lack patience. But hey, we rocked didn't we?! ( -;

A distant call

2007-05-07T22:15:00.000+08:00

Good times, good times.. ( -;

It was so nice to vent to someone who understands you almost like how your own sister does.
Although it was a short but costly call, it got me to realise that I'm always gonna be surrounded with people who care for me no matter what. Just want you to know, the call couldn't have been made at a better time. Although it left me feeling that I wish you were just around the corner, it still made my day. Thank you for always being there for me time and time again.

Home

2007-05-05T14:43:00.000+08:00

Things I miss about Kelana Jaya;

I miss school, and all the mischief that came with it.

I miss riding on the bicycle with my first love.

I miss writing, and receiving notes from friends just to let each other know how much their worth.

I miss walking around the neighborhood and bumping into so many people which I know.

I miss going to downtown and having the "mamak" guys know my name, and my drink.

I miss walking out at 3am alone to grab a bite without a care in the world.

I miss going to the basketball and badminton court to try to be sporty.

I miss playing snooker everyday.

I miss sitting in D.E, then the arcade, then D.E again, then snooker, then D.E, the arcade,and back to D.E again.

I miss being able to leave a friend's house at 6am and reaching back in time before the sun rises.

I miss showing up spontaneously at anyones house just to chill.

I miss everyone chilling and drinking at my house.

I miss Starbucks on Mondays.

I miss our "pictionary" night out.

I miss "banana leaf rice" Sunday.

But above all,

I miss feeling at home everywhere I went in Kelana Jaya.

I miss my friends that I used to see everyday, friends who knew how to handle me with care. We grew up with each other like "family".We still see each other often, but yet, I still feel that it isn't enough.

I wanna go home.

Amour

2007-05-02T13:07:00.000+08:00

I often smile at myself when ever I see an old couple holding hands and giggling at each other. I adore seeing an "aunty" or "uncle" gazing at each other the same way they did on their wedding day.

I had attended my uncle's silver anniversary dinner the other night. My uncle is a very sickly man, he has diabetes, which resulted in kidney failure, and now the disease is slowly killing his eye sight, and walking. So, when my uncle came forward to give a speech, he broke down at the very second he wanted to say "Thank you" and "I love you" to his wife for looking after him all these years. The words just wouldn't come out. All his pride and ego just wouldn't allow him to say the words that his wife was yearning for all this while. I stared at him, and a trickle of tear flowed down my cheek. After four minutes or so, only then did he brave himself to say the words that are so simple, yet so complex in many ways. "I love you, and thank you so much for taking care of me". My aunty replies "I just want to say that... it was never difficult.." and they hug and kiss both crying in each others arms.

I have heard of relationships that don't go stale after 5 years of marriage. Val and Nessa's parents still go on dates after 25 years of marriage, and my parents? haha. No, they don't. I don't even hear them saying "I love you". Come to think of it, I've never heard them say "I love you" to each other. haha. They've been married for 31 years now, and the public affection has died off.

But what I'm really getting at is that I hope that one day when I do finally feel that I want to commit to someone, it would last half as long as my parent's relationship. Now a days, people forget the sanctity or marriage. People always feel that if it doesn't work out, there's always divorce, so what the hell? Let's just put on our rings and say "I do", and call the lawyers once we feel that it's going no where. Well, in our generation, most of us are born in a society that condones divorce, can you imagine what our children will do after they get married the first time? or the second? or third? or fourth? or god knows how many friggin' times? So let's just say that when I do finally tie the knot, each vow I take, I will try my best to keep, and hopefully, that certain someone will do the same as well.

Here are some wise, wise words from Ogden Nash;

To keep your marriage brimming,
With love in the loving cup,
Whenever you're wrong admit it;
Whenever you're right shut up.

hehehe, have a good day ya'll!

Concerts

2007-04-30T11:24:00.000+08:00

It seems like everyone is coming down to Malaysia to perform this year. From Boyz II Men to Olivia Newton John, and Kanye West to Muse, they all are somehow aiming for Malaysia this year. Maybe its the whole "cuti-cuti" Malaysia crap, but what ever the reason may be, it benefits all of us big music fans.

So, I didn't get to go for the concerts that were on top of my list, eg. Boyz II Men and Earth Wind and Fire, but with great friends who get "free" tickets for concerts, I did manage to go for two concerts.

First up, Kanye West. It wasn't GREAT. Really, I thought the sound system was crap, and it doesn't help when the dude is rapping so damn fast. So instead of trying to understand what he was saying, we in turn rapped in Malay to most of the songs. haha. Dumbasses. What totally blew me off was the fact that he did covers from people like Nelly Furtado. Yeah, he did, trust me on this one. Someone even told me that instead of saying "Wats up Malaysiaaaa?!?!", he said "Wats up SINGAPORE?!?!?!". Haha. What a bubu.

Next up, Good Charlotte. haha, yeah, I know some of ya'll are looking at me in a certain way, but hey, I was being Malaysian, "free mah.. go only lah!" I went there not knowing one song from them.. yep.. who the hell goes to a concert not knowing what song the artist sang? Me. I do shit like that. Fortunately, the concert was not too bad. They had the crowd going which was a plus point. Us, getting into the VIP area was also another plus point. Me being short, was an ultimate downer, fortunately, I had great friends who ensured that I had a good view most of the time. Although I couldn't sing along to most of their songs, I had Delia next to me, so we added our own lyrics in Kristang, Portuguese, to their songs. haha. Ku fede, Ku fede!

I was clueless, you could see it in my face.

Kebab anyone? Nah, didn't think so..

Looks like I was poking Mel's boob, and she was enjoying it. haha.

Technical problem; Contact lens malfunction.

Val looking like a serial rapist.

We were that close.

And Timmy was too excited about the whole outing.

Click click

2007-04-29T11:39:00.000+08:00

I am so happy that I found my camera usb port yesterday. My camera has just been ignored by me ever since like forever. Awesomeness.. now I don't have to depend on everyone else to send me pictures of my daily events. ( -;

Addictive personality Disorder

2007-04-28T12:14:00.000+08:00

Addictive personality does not mean that people get addicted to a certain personality. It simply means that;Disorders where addiction to an activity or substance is a major feature. Yeah, for as long I can remember, there wasn't a moment in my life when I was never addicted to anything. I get so easily hooked on things compared to so many other people. Yeah yeah, I know, that it is a sign of weakness, but, getting off it makes me stronger in the end. argh, who am I kidding?

I've gotten off the addiction of many things before, and it wasn't easy. Especially two years back. Man, that was my greatest regret. Thinking that you are able to control the addiction is just plain ignorance. I'm not gonna get myself yakking into that even more, I can see most of ya'll rolling your eyes way from over here. hehe.

At this moment in time, I'm hooked on coffee, nicotine, and blogging. The three make a great combo to produce an enticing feeling in front of the pc. Coffee... I need a cup once I get out of bed, and I crave for more after the first cup. I think I'm trying to "chase the dragon" via coffee. *grin* Nicotine, I have been smoking since I was 14, and I've tried stopping like a million times, and it hasn't worked yet. Sure, I've gotten to a point where I went from 20 sticks to 6 sticks a day, but that isn't good enough. I still need to get pass the "give me nicotine and no one gets hurt!" phase. I need to QUIT for good. Blogging, I only started December last year, and I'm on a roll this month. I think it's also the need of satisfying my fellow readers needs.*grin*

Okay, gotta run, need to pour myself another cup of coffee. *grin*

Top Dish

2007-04-27T01:13:00.000+08:00

Believe it or not, I made shepherds pie today. It was a deep craving that instigated it. I'm proud of myself. *grin*