Questions.

I've heard this sentence spoken a few times - DON'T ASK STUPID QUESTIONS.

from mothers to children, from bosses to employees; friend to friend.

i get really really annoyed with people who say that. i guess because first of all, there's no such thing as a stupid question. there are only stupid answers. and with this kind of mentality going around where people stop asking questions because they don't wanna seem stupid or encourage any kind of conflict, isn't it then kinda obvious why the state of our country is the way it is? (oh sorry,was that a stupid question?) *grin*

i think questions are brilliant. for so many reasons. it's the answers one has to worry about.

Snails on the side of the road.

thats what's kept me sane for the past month. snails. on the side of the road.mating. or maybe one was trying to get past the other and decided that crawling over it was quicker than crawling past it. i dunno man. but it was one of the only things that have made sense the past few weeks.

the other thing that makes sense are my friends and that line from the devil wears prada; (im too bloody swamped to be watching or reading anything deeper so yalah..the devil wears prada) "When your personal life goes up in smoke, thats when its time for a promotion".

so yeah, luckily for me, i have 3 things that make sense. i've explained the snails and the line. my friends dont quite need an explanation because lets face it, they also knowlah the feeling of over-swampage of work and the feeling of non-making sense-ness. and i hope that they're reading this so they know how very much i miss em. i miss you fart faces to no end. one bloody fart face in particular.

other than that, life's been great. im alive. im cursing more,sleeping less, eating more or less, smoking abundantly and working in an industry that has no scruples. i SHOULD be dead. so see?doesnt make sense why im alive. but im bloody thankful. :)

catch up with you soon. love lots and always.

Keepin’ Up With The Joneses.

In Malaysia, it’s more like keeping up with the Yeos, or the Abdullahs or the Singhs. We get SO worked up over who has what job, or who has what car or who has more money that I wonder sometimes if it’s all worth it.

It’s been a long year. For me anyway. And the one thing I’ve learnt is to never,ever, EVER let anyone dictate your life for you. Not your partner, not your friends, not even your parents. Because even if you tell yourself you can get through it, that it’s allright, it won’t be. Because you’ll be lying to yourself. And once you do that, it all goes downhill baby.

You set your standards. You dictate where your life is going. Buy what you wanna buy, don’t buy what you don’t need. And you answer to yourself. No matter how scary everything else might be, having regrets at the end of my days sound the scariest of all.

I’ve had a really good friend ask “how do you get the courage to face bullshit sometimes?”

Well, for me it starts with a picture frame. I’ve always wanted to hang pictures in my home but never got around to it due to all the bullshit that happens that seems to take up the better part of my day. Until one day I woke up and decided I was gonna hang that damn picture if it killed me. So I went out with the intention of buying some 3M hooks (which are brilliant by the way, especially for girls). I got to the hardware store and the heavy duty 3M hooks were outta stock. At that point, I had two choices; give up and go home or look into alternatives (i.e. buy a drill). There was storeclerk 1 & 2 who were both idiots and didn’t know the difference between cement and concrete, so I decided they were probably going to kill me either with their stupidity or the saleage of the wrong electrical tool….so I edged away slowly. Walked into the drill area and there he was: specky, skinny and a walking drill dictionary. He introduced me to drill bits, the difference between a drill for “stuff” and a drill for walls (yeah, its so cool I tell you) and I walked out with a 35% discount. Fast forward 24 hours later, I’m standing in front of my measured wall thinking “fuck I’m so gonna get electrocuted and die alone and that is so unglamorous it’s not even funny” (there’s a light right above where I was drilling and no, there was no other place I wanted to hang the picture). So I paced for like an hour,maybe three….got dressed in rubber gloves and my running shoes (hey,I wanted to be safe allright?) and poised the gun, I mean drill.. at the wall. At the end of 10 minutes, my picture was hung, and nobody died.

So I guess the answer to my friend’s question is simple. Do something you’re absolutely terrified of. By yourself. No man, no friend. nothing. After that, you’ll be able to take on anything. And along the way, you learn stuff, you forget about your fear, your problem, the “too much ness” of it all, you forget the judgemental people who think you can’t do it, because you’re too busy trying to solve it.

Fuck the Joneses. Keep up to you…I reckon it’s way more satisfying.

God is a comedian playing to an audience thats too afraid to laugh.

but i will laugh damn it. becos the alternative means being cranky. and i dont like being cranky.

in the past 3 weeks i have been going for these things you go to to get a job. there are people there, and they are supposed to ask you INTELIGENT questions about yourself (the word to highlight here is 'supposed'). i happen to know this having actually interviewed quite a few people myself.

some of 'em were brilliant. they command respect without being arrogant, they ask the right questions, although some might be tough....but most of all they did their homework and are prepared to look for the best person possible to contribute to their organisation.

and then there are the others. somehow my brother's major in uni came up. my parents personal life, my age (apparently i'm to young to know what i know) - for that i nearly reached across the damn table and strangled it (the person in question doesn't deserve a gender).

i am sure this situation isn't a unique one, having heard horror stories from friends...so i'm sure you guys feel me lah..just wanted you to know that you do not walk alone..lone....lone..lone..(echo fades out).

Rose Coloured Glasses.

people are essentially good. people essentially care when it counts. at least this is what i choose to believe. despite extenuating circumstances that point to the contrary. despite the crazy pettiness you hear, despite the ugliness you see, despite, despite, despite. because when you least expect it, people come thru. not neccessarily at the point in time you want them, but at the time you need them.

my rose coloured glasses started getting darker and darker this year for some reason. tried to polish it, tried to wash it, tried to wipe it but no avail. and y'know, those damn glasses started affecting me. guess cos when i looked out, it was pitch black. so i got scared. then i got bitter. then i got so angry. and those glasses just got blacker and blacker until one day, i couldnt see any more.

and just when i had about given up, a shadow loomed. it wouldnt go away. i yelled and i kicked but it wouldnt go away.
it was like "you dont need sunnies on all the time,dudette!we're here and we'll protect you from that damn sun". and then more shadows came. and i pushed and i shoved but the shadows wouldnt budge. they were there to make the glasses light again. i didnt make it easy for them but they persisted. they cried with me, they cursed with me, they ate with me, they shopped with me and they even travelled with me.

and now my glasses are as good as new. well,not quite, but it's getting there.....

.........people are essentially good..... you just gotta want to look for it in them...

Daring Daren from Segi College who's out to win Jordan's Entrepreneur's Challenge 2007. (phew, thats a long title)

This is Daren....

Man, if i were a few years younger...ok but we're not here to talk about him, we're here to talk about what he was doing at the Cineleisure flea market last Saturday. Which was promoting his team's skills at selling toothbrushes. Not just ANY toothbrush mind you, it's like a limited edition Jordan Go travelling toothbrush which comes in a handy dandy compact (can change colours one, very pwetty!) complete with concentrated tooth gel. The coolest part about the thing is the gel squeezing function on the casing. it's also cool seeing people of our generation with any sort of entrepreneurial initiative. So please, like buy a toothbrush. it might prevent your girlfriend from leaving you. or, if you're single might GET you a girlfriend. there's nothing like fresh, yummy looking teeth to make a girl wanna jump your bones. trust me.


....and this is to show the competition's legit.

how can a triangle of cloth cost so much?

seriously, how can it? ok fine it's a triangle with abit of elastic on it but come on!it's still a triangle! (if you do not know what i'm talking about you must a) be a man or b) have visible panty lines. am i getting warm?) but yeah!back to ranting, honestly if i weren't so damn afraid of catching something, i'd probably just go commando. fitty big ones for a g-string or t-string or whatever new fangled name they're coming up with these days..sheesh! it's wrong man, it's just wrong..

p/s- Happy Birthday Mr. Dahl. you're still way cooler than Rowling.

Knights with not-so-shiny armour.

these days, we meet people and we see very hard exteriors sometimes. we see it in them, we see it in ourselves. and we don't like it very much, but we don't stop putting on the shiny, tough exterior which might be perceived as sheer arrogance. because hey, thats a million times better than showing we're weak....right?

i believe all knights have scars. their armour covers those scars up so they seem oh-so-perfect. i believe people get scared,insecure and threatened but they try not show it..most of the time. and when they do decide to show a glimpse of their pain, confess their trangressions, it is fleeting..i think it takes incredible strength to do that. and i dont think it should be taken for granted or used against them. even when you know you have the upperhand. it's called having class.

other knights choose to be magicians as well as knights - they distract their audience with some stunt so crazy that people end up talking about said stunt. mission accomplished. the real pain is hidden, buried deep.

i've never been that big a fan of metal. neither have I been able to be brutally honest with any one person my entire life. but every once in awhile, i take off that big chunk of clunk...and it's always great to know the people who love you are there to wipe your sweat.

have a great weekend.

its like a form of self torture..

i'm trying to will my joints to work. i really really really want my legs to feel like legs again. oh the pain, the agony....
ok, so 1 day at the gym after a long hiatus and this is what happens. the only thing keeping me going is that infamous line from Legally Blonde where Elle says " Exercise gives you endorphins...endorphins makes you happy....and happy people just don't go around killing other people!". we'll see.


so since superpoking has taken off like wildfire, i wanted to figure out what the hell some of terms meant..well, actually just one in particular:

Hadouken - literally, Surge Fist, is a fictional special attack that originated in the classic Capcom fighting video game series Street Fighter. ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...and all this while i thought that rhu (was it rhu who said it?) said "AHBOUKEEN" it sounded like AHBOUKEEN, is it not AHBOUKEEN?

Gather a few friends to help. Together we can make the world a better place.For me.

An appeal to anyone reading this,

The Lingastefagus foundation has been in dire need of funds for the past few months due to a few errors in judgement. When the foundation heard about these two lovely ladies going all out to win this money, it immediately appealed to their better nature and without a second thought, these two generous, caring ladies have agreed that, should they win, a certain undisclosed amount will go to the foundation. So now, its your turn to care. Follow instructions below carefully.

GO HERE ----> http://rm50k.blogspot.com/

OR HERE ---> http://ikaserenacpietroandjuan.wordpress.com/

and if you see em on the street, make sure you laugh..and then take picture of them and submit here --> http://www.mix.fm

okay?they're lovely and they need the money desperately for the "save the lingastefagus foundation" (they're very rare ya know..) so please..help them out by shooting pics or making sure they get on the news or anythnig really..if you think of anything that might ridicule them further to help them get on tv, then please, seriously them a call or leave a comment!

thank you.

sincerely,
big k
President
Save The Lingastefagus Foundation

Remember?

the other day, a funny out-of-the-blue thought came to me..i remember being in std/year 4 and it was break time, and we had these flights of stairs going up to our hall..and one day we just decided to jump off 'em. we did 5 steps, then 7, then 10, and pretty soon it was two flights of steps. one of the boys dared me to do 18 steps, he was kinda being an ass, and the other kids were going on and on about how it couldnt be done, how their parents say "cannot", and how headmaster might catch us. so naturally, i decided to jump. it was the best feeling in the world. it was freedom.


You grew up in the 90's if:

You've ever ended a sentence with the word "PSYCHE!"

You can sing the rap to "The Fresh Prince Of Bel Air"

You remember when Kurt Cobain, Tu Pac, River Phoenix, and Selena died.

You know that "WOAH" comes from Joey from "Blossom" and that "How Rude!" comes from Stephanie from "Full House"

You remember when it was actually worth getting up early
on a Saturday to watch cartoons.

You know the profound meaning of "Wax on, wax off"

You have pondered why Smurfette was the only female smurf.

You took plastic cartoon lunch boxes to school.

You danced to "Wannabe" by the Spice Girls, Females: had a new motto, Males: got a whole lot gay-er. (so tell me what you want, what you really really want.)

You remember the craze, then the banning of slap bracelets.

Captain Planet.

You knew that Kimberly, the pink ranger, and Tommy, the green Ranger were meant to be together.

When playing power rangers with friends you fought over who got to be who............and still all ended up being Tommy.

You remember when super nintendo's became popular.

You remember watching home alone 1, 2 , and 3........and tried to pull the pranks on "intruders".

You remember going to the skating rink before there were inline skates.

"Pepp- See- Cohh - LAA" (why wasnt it ever coca - cola?)

You remember New Kids on The Block when they were cool

You knew all the characters names and their life stories on "Saved By The Bell"

You had at least one Tamagotchi, GigaPet or Nano and brought it everywhere

You watched the original Care Bears, My Little Pony, and Ninja Turtles

NANCY DREW AND THE HARDY BOYS WERE THE BEST MYSTERY BOOKS.

You remember when the new Beanie Babies were always sold out.

You used to wear those stick on earings, not only on your ears, but at the corners of your eyes.

You know the Macarena by heart.

"Talk to the hand".

You thought Brain would finally take over the world

You remember when "tali getah" was taken to a whole new level. 2 feet of rubber terror; each loop consisted of 10 rubber bands, if it hit you, you were gonna get rubber burn.


And back then:

Decisions were made by going 'eeny-meeny-miney-moe'.

There was no bull shit. "DOWAN TO FRIEND YOU" was for real. and it lasted all of 10 minutes.

Mistakes were corrected by simply exclaiming 'do again lah!'

'Race issue' ment arguing about who ran the fastest.

Money issues were handled by whoever was banker in 'Monopoly.'

It wasn't odd to have two or three 'best' friends.

Being old referred to anyone over 20.


so i dont really have a cool summation, i just figured it'd be nice to sorta take stock of what we were and what we've become, since Merdeka is coming and all..have we become wiser? less petty? more independant than our 10 year old selves?

maybe if we just did one thing to make us feel free this independence day, we'd learn something. or we'd at least feel something. i'm gonna go look for a flight of stairs...

Curse you, You Meme-ing Mundane Madam!!!

i have dodged, ignored, denied every tag i've ever received but mannnnn..this former friend got me. klah juan, kam wan bohh???:P


Blog Title: FAYKOT.
Description: blog lah.

Name : The Big 'K'
Country : Malaysia
Occupation : advertising minion.

Birthday : Feb.
Fav Color : all colours are pretty.
Fav Drink : coke and coffee.

Fav Fruit : bananas and peaches. i cant pick just one. *wink*

Fav Dessert : lavender ice cream or there was this magnificent dessert at shangri-la's chinese restaurant..cannot remember what it's called but it had dried ice billowing smoke up all, you know!

Hobbies : sex. oh, and reading.

Some of the blogs that I know which put up picture(s) of me are : dont have wor..*sniff*

The Long Awaited List..

..as it was so aptly put by a friend. May this help with strategising when NOT to take a sickie and when to log on to get those cheap air asia tickets.

Spider pig..spider pig..does whatever a spider pig does..

my 3 fave bits:

- the disney animal look- alikes scene.

- spider pig

- bart's bits

to the censorship board: thank you for not cutting spider pig. it means alot.

kris n ling's day of Tai-Taidom.

if we look tired, its probably cos we were..laundry sucks ass.

as i sit here sipping my milo, listening to robin thicke and nat king cole thinking " will wooden dining chairs really enhance the overall mood of my place or should steel be the way to go?", i also ponder last weekend.

since being called "aunty" looms imminent everytime we go out with friends who have kids, want kids, or still ARE kids, kris and i decided to once and for all, to celebrate being an "ahhntie". we started off with a fabulous aromatherapy massage, went back to have coffee and laze around for awhile, followed by furniture browsing (for no particular reason except that we felt like it lah), followed by some hair pampering, and then after that i believe we shopped. aLOT. and then we makan lah after burning so many calories.

i think i'm enjoying auntiedom.

p/s- grls, friday pics below. feel free to pillage. love y'all!








kris was momentarily replaced by cousin it.

POP OPEN THE CHAMPAGNE!!

BIG BIG CONGRATULATIONS GO OUT TO JOON LEONG AND LOVELY BRIDE!

redang; holiday with many emotions..

first you feel excitement. then you see the dingy airport and you feel dissapointment. then you see the plane that's gonna carry you and fear creeps up. you land safely, and you feel immense relief.

you find out your room overlooks the water and you feel joy. you go for a swim and you feel cold. you come up for a tan and you feel hot. you go back to your room, bond with your family and you feel love. then you feel hungry. so you go down for dinner and after tasting hotel food, you feel a wee bit queasy. after that passes, you decide to play a couple o' games of pool and when you lose infront of your leetle baby brother, you feel beet malu.



next day you wake up and still feel sleepy. then you go snorkel for 5 hours and end up even more tired. at times, some might even say sleep with the fishies......*pause* (too obvious?) ok scrap that. you look at people diving and feel envy. then you go spa and you feel relaxed and rejuvenated. for dinner, you venture out of the hotel to eat at a warung and goats follow you and you feel surprised. you try to touch their fur to see if it feels the same as a poodles' but your mother whacks your hand away from the goat.you feel abit pain. you go back to the hotel and whole night end up playing mahjong even though dunno how to play. you feel silly.

for the next 3 days, you rewind and repeat paragraph 3. then you repeat paragraph 1. and that was basically redang. twas great.i wanna go again. :)

There Is No Vaccine For Stupidity.

along the lines of today's theme, let's begin with the maid who ran away. she worked for two years for a lovely lovely lady who gave her a room, all the good food she could eat (we're talking salmon and the like), freedom to go out although it was actually not advised by the agency. She was not mistreated, i know this for a fact because i know this lady very well.in fact, the lady in question travelled alot and was single so its not like she had screaming kids or a leering husband. and a day before this maid was due to fly off, she ran. because she has a boyfriend.and she just happens to be married with two kids.sigh. the lady made a police report and still worries if the maid will be allright.double sigh.

then there was this girl who went to redang. she snorkelled and swam with the fishies and got a nice tan. and then she came home and her right ear swelled up. the pain was ignored and got worse and worse, until the girl couldn't fall asleep. she visited doctor ong in megah specialist clinic and was given drops and painkillers. she now realises she should've gone to the doctor earlier. she will soon post up pictures. (of redang, not the ear don't worry).

and finally, to pull this entire story together and make the title of this post ring even truer....

bengkak ear girl posted the above title as a tagline in one of her pages in a very "friendly" website. somebody kepoeh-ed. bengkak ear does not know this somebody at all. and then that somebody wasted a message writing the following to me..er..i mean her:
"Please. for starters, do get your verb right. Vaccines are for diseases and stupidity is not a disease. On the contrary, of course there's cure for stupidity. Haven't you heard of schooling?"

yeah i know. jawdrop moment isn't it?

The Argument from Intimidation is a confession of intellectual impotence.

oooo..gives ya chills doesn't it? sometimes i wish i could whip out a sentence like that and sorta scare someone with it..but the unfortunate thing is that the people you wanna scream at probably wouldn't understand the level of "england" ..so you gotta resort to good ol' 'tiu lei'....sigh..the quote above was so aptly written by my heroin of the moment Ayn Rand, by the way.

im sorry that i promised more on italy and then duely forgot to deliver. distractions flooded in last,last weekend that somehow managed to continue to last weekend so i havent gotten much time to write lah..perhaps you'll let me redeem myself by writing about said distractions to distract you from your growing dissapointment in me?ok cool, i'll take that as a yes.:)

i get very excited when i get one of those maybank leaflets that tells me about their redeemable stuff. it serves as a consolation for the latter portion enclosed in the same envelope. anyways, last weekend maybank had their point redemption fair in mid valley and so i decided to go and see what i could get. 4 hours and 15 minutes later i emerged; with a wok. yeah. you heard correctly. ok fiiine, a non-stick tefal wok but still. in dollar terms, that damn thing cost me 40 grand in points. knowing this makes my fried rice taste better.

girls and i had dinner celebrations. it was definitely a night for the memory file. i am glad we finally understand that our differences bond us tighter, not tear us apart. i am proud of them.


Happy Birthday Darlink!!

geezus, only 6 days more before beachy-heaven..which equals a bikini..which equals sit ups..dielah die..

Friends, Romans, Countrymen, lend me your ears..

haloooooo dearest!!:)

i speak to you though my face texture and colour is similar to italian leather and jetlag has given me eyebags almost as puffed up as my suitcases..but vanity aside..

Italy was great. Sensory Overload is a quite an apt way to describe how i felt the whole way through and even now, when i think about how immense the Colosseum was, how breathtakingly beautiful Raphael and Botticelli's paintings were, how ingenious Leonardo and Michaelangelo were.......and to think that the first thing that used to come to my mind when hearing those names were a bunch of mutated cartoon turtles who loved pizza.

There are so many many experiences i wanna tell you about but i reckon you'll fall asleep and in the process, i probably will too..so here are some highlights and tips for when YOU wanna go:

1. Call up one best friend. Proceed to bicker about who misses who more and when to meet up. Because time is so limited, a later date is confirmed for making a second call to see if meeting up will be possible. (truly malaysian)

2. Bring a bag of rice. You are going to miss it. I did. Alternatively, bring 10 packets of maggi mee, a kettle, a mug and chopsticks. Seriously. If not, you'll end up buying a kettle. I did.

PART 1 - ROME:

3. Get your ass outta bed at 6.30 in the morning if you're thinking of checking out any sights as lines get bad as the day goes on. If you're going to the Vatican for the Vatican museums (including the Sistine Chapel), then go on a weekday. If you're going to the Vatican for the Pope, go on a Wednesday or a Sunday.


They aren't Vatican court jesters, they're actually the army!really one..rofl..maybe they double up..

4. Check out the amazing winding staircase on the way down from the VMs. It was commissioned by some dude called Montevecchio who wanted the staircase wide enough to be able to ride his horses up it. bet he was trying to impress some chick.


5. Reckon i'll be exhaussting the word amazing and awesome because that's just what these monuments are. Amazing and awesome. Trevi Fountain ladies and gentlemen.




5. Pictures really really REALLY don't do ANY of the monuments justice. Growing up you see pictures of the colosseum but it is NOTHING like the real thing. you're in there and you can feel the battles, you can feel the sweat, you can feel the excitement that seems to linger on even hundreds of years later...i think i wanna watch gladiator again..




6. Gelato. Insist on having a piccolo (small) cone every day. you will not get ice cream like that anywhere else. Eat one everyday or you will come home and kick yourself for not having more..distinguish real one from fake one by looking at the colouring; if banana is greyish means its made from real bananas, if its yellow then its mass produced. same goes for lemon; it should be white not yellow. try nocciola, tiramisu and pistachio flavours. so so so so good. the best is on the isla tiburina in rome. my bro reckons the best is on Via De Scavo in Venice. someday we'll go back and have a showdown.


7. other places of mucho interest: the Roman Forum (the Putrajaya of olden day Rome), Palatine Hill (where you get to go see where Romus and Romulus lived and following that where Romulus ruled Rome), Piazza Navona (the street musicians and performers are brilliant), Via Del Corso - my gawd the shoessssssssss!! and my personal favourite - Campo De Fiori; market by day, al-fresco dining by night surrounded by brilliantly talented old-skool artisans, from woodworkers to painters to upholsterers. When you're done with all that, go back to your hotel, put up your legs and enjoy your maggi mee, eaten best in a paper cup and coffee stirrer.


more tomorrow...

No Pok.

this is soooo good..guaranteed to give you a little giggle..must watch when fully loaded then only fun..:)

STA SUCKS!!!!

so, two months ago i asked for quote from several parties regarding my flight to uk. a definite front runner was this company-(maybe you've heard of it)called STA.

there's this disgusting excuse for a human being who works there; named Karen T. (you think im gonna censor her name after the shit she's caused me?)

the plan was simple. get quotes from different parties, compare, make informed decison, correct?yeah, so STA quoted me a figure that looks like this RM38**.00 ok? other competitors (during the MATTA Fair) quoted me like this RM43**.00. So obviously STA is by far cheaper correct? so, i called this Karen woman and booked it straight away. She gave me all the info on the flight; Flight Number, Seat Number, Time of Departure, Date of Departure- everything. Then she told me she would call me closer to the flight date for me to make payment,biasalah. so i was like yeah,great.

Fast Forward to last week when i still hadn't received a single call from her nor black and white, i decided to call her lah..cos wanna make sure my flight's been really booked mah. So, call her like 6 times over the course of the week (she's either never in or the phone never gets picked up) so i slightly tiu lun lah..so i asked big momma to call the boss ask him whats up with their phone line. He immediately got this Karen to call back. She said oh yeah she can fax the b&w over then we pay to the address stated on the b&w.

When i got the black and white i thought there was some kinda mistake. the Quote stated:

Flight (Return) - RM 318*.00 per person 368*.00

Airport Tax - RM 650.00 per person 950.00

TOTAL 46**.00

Notice how the left column is different fromthe right column? So the total, instead of coming up to 38** became 46**!!thats almost a grand difference.

So this week, tried to get her on the phone and again, to no avail so my momma had to call her and of course lah she tried to say that i misunderstood and it was another flight, also that she was telling me about student flights, yadda yadda.BULLBLOODYSHIT.

We only had one conversation.During that conversation i had already researched online and i asked for the price of the specific flight!MH 002. So how could there be a misunderstanding?Furthermore, she issued me a fucking SEAT NUMBER on the flight already. so how can be misunderstanding?

So anyway, all this i told her during our phone convo today. And it wouldnt have been so bad if she wasnt being such a stupid, defensive, blaming bitch about it. Not one apology.Basically what she said was "You must have misunderstood me." followed by "There no discount that i can give you. Take it or leave it" when she got more panicked and finally "You can complain to my boss if you want" and "I didnt issue you a b&w before this what so you cannot prove that i gave you that rate!". (i swear those were her exact words)

I think when a person TELLS you that you can complain to her boss, there's something seriously wrong. But I have heard he's pretty shorthanded so maybe she's got him by the short hairs - whatever.

but boo hoo for me loh..i have to rebook my connecting trains (both ways) and book an extra night at a hotel..which is gonna be hell at peak time like now and it being so damn close to my travel date. and this is what its about. it's not about the fucking discount. its about the fucking stress and inconvenience. she could have so very easily told me earlier instead of abusing the trust i had in her y'know? i mean i've introduced clients, friends, family to sta and she just fucking blew it with her arrogance. And i've missed the other cheap flights from the Matta fair.

I know that to say something behind someone's back is terribly bitchy but i've already said all this in front of her back so it's not AS petty lah..heh heh..just so angry lah you know?

Apologies for the late reply..

to the dude/dudette who wrote this:

"Sorry-ah, but out of curiosity why does Anion suck? Friend of mine asking me to help sell this stuff. Can you elaborate some more so I can get him off my back ..." - Anonymous.

sure no worries..i'll tell you everything you need to know..how much do i get paid again?:)
nolah just kidding..but maybe i could put a face to a person? (Anonymous is so overused nowadays) Email me or call me and i'll give you all the bloody details yeah?cool..:P

Johnny Depp is hot.

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i just wanted to say that. cos i reckon he totally deserves it. and he's so damn hot that i've taken some time out of my day to dedicate this blog entry to him although i'll bet that i'm not the only one. he's not just hot hot, y'know what i mean?he's like cool hot, which i dont think many men can pull off...brad pitt's used to be almost as hot sort of like, sexy hot but now that he's become one half of brangelina (dont you hate that?when stars become couples and get referred to by one name?it's like a fucking epidemic going around or something) so anyway, then there's george clooney who's old man hot and then tom cruise..who's just sort of gay hot now cos i've sorta lost respect for him ever since the whole nicole kidman/katie holmes/jumping on oprah's couch thingy happened..so yeah..then of course there are the younger up and coming hotties but i must say john john still takes a big chunk of the cake if ya ask me..even his movies credentials man..like 21 jump street - hot!, secret window - hot, edward scissorshands - hot, sleepy hollow - hot even though movie was just so-so, and then of course the whole charlie & the chocolate factory thing was brillianttttttttt! (i was so set up to be dissapointed because to become willy wonka is a gargantuous undertaking but he did it..well. and then comes pirates 1,2, and 3 that opens tonight. phew!thats quite alot of nonsense i just typed huh?i think ive been drinking too much coffee again which makes me type whatever comes out of my head and unfortunately at this very moment, it just happens to be johnny depp. :) (bloody channel 76, sooo bad but soooooooo gooodd...)


Remodified Post:

Hey you guys, have you watched Pirates of the Caribbean 3 yet?reckon it's quite awesome since it's gonna be like the finale of the trilogy and all..Johnny Depp's gonna be in it so that's always good. I'm off to catch it tonight, so i'll tell ya how it goes..:)
By the way, does anybody know the malay translation of red radish and red beets?anyone??


(Geezus, my brain has become mush..which is obviously what happens when you work too hard and then you start to get tunnel vision, y'know what i mean?well, this is sort of like that but more like tunnel thinking..bloody hell, i need to party..soon..and not just like dance little bit kinda thing..i need to dress up and prance and strut in 4 inch heels and paint the town red kinda thing..what d'ya reckon girls??next weekend?*big grin*)

Marketing Tips from a Mee Pok lady.

ellloooooooooooooooooooo lovelies!!

i'm finally back to normal (well,my definition anyways, not the general public's) after the very hectic long weekend followed by the very hectic "back to work" first few days of the week and now, im restless and itching to catch up lah..

ok, i'll tok first and then you reply ok?because i miss your replies..and if you dont give me enough hits then how am i gonna someday be able to rely on this website to earn advertising money or whatever?

soh! went to singapura to catch phantom which was phabulous!phantastic!so phucking good!you must go watch..i promise you, no matter how macho you think you are, you'll be singin "that's all i ask of youuuuuuuuuuu" in no time.


although it comes close, that's not really the phantom.

i really like singapore because i always feel like i have more creative freedom there for some reason. i really hate singapore because i always feel like i lose the freedom to smoke there. our hostel didnt allow smoking in the bedrooms so i resorted to this:


standing on the bathtub,by the way..stewpid small window..



so jess and i stayed like 4 days. Three hours were devoted to phantom.The rest, shopping. i have NEVER, NEVER in my life shopped the way this crazy person shops. Needless to say we now have buyers remorse. And not only is it embarrasing enough to have NO financial restraint whatsoever..must go take picture of it somemore..god man..




Then there was the mee pok lady. She's not actually the lady selling mee pok in newton circus she was actually operating the shop NEXT to the mee pok stall lah..but if you've ever been to the newton circus food court, you'll understand that its rare to meet such a gem of a hawkerette. she flagged us down (as they all do) but shes didnt force us to eat her food (which i've never ever seen happen before). so that like, totally impressed me already..marketing tip no.1:always be kind to everyone.not just when you want business from someone.

So we sat down, ordered our mee pok from the real mee pok store and also O-chien (i heart o-chien) and then drinks. We didnt order anythnig from her. As we were eating, she came over, mentioned that the O-chien was the best in Singapore and continued to ask us where we were from,etc,etc. Marketing tip no.2: There is no need to diss your competitor. Marketing tip no.3: Taking an interest and finding out more about your potential clients.

Half an hour later, we decided since she was so lovely, to order a plate of cumi-cumi (litttle deep fried cuttlefish). It was incredible yummy and happens to be one of my favourite dishes,if executed well. Marketing tip no.4: it's not just about marketing your product, it would help if your product was actually good.

At the end of our meal (she continued to sit with us thruout the duration of the meal, by the way) she took one of the cumis and ate it. Her reason: quality control. tasting her customers' food so her cooks couldnt con her. thats tip no.5 for ya.

Finally she passed us EACH a name card. tip no.6: implant the name of your business in your customers brain. Also, be generous with your name cards. I've had some people go like"ah,you all can share lah" i find that shit ass to be honest. two people are two people,even if they're from the same company.

I'll tell you guys about crazy cab driver another time. he was such a whack job. i love holidays. one always meets such insane people!:)

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At three minutes and four seconds after 2 AM on the 6th of May this year (or to us the 5th of June, so we havent missed it yet!), the time and date was (will be) 02:03:04 05/06/07.
This will never happen again.

cool eh? ok, more fascinating stories tomorrow (hopefully), with pictures...promise promise..don't pout. it causes wrinkles. till tomorrow,kiss kiss!

The Malaysian Past Time.

you know, it's Visit Malaysia Year. one way you can tell is that when you drive to kl nowadays, there's a huge ferris-wheel contraption trying to imitate the london eye. i restrain myself from saying anything further else this blog entry might actually turn out to be the catalyst to scaring away potential visitors to our fair country.and we dont want that.

another way you can tell is by the sudden onset of tv ads/bilboards showing orang asli men with his spear, gasing playing, kite flying, Mount Kinabalu....ok, hands up those of you who have climbed Mt. Kinabalu?hell, hands up those of you who play the gasing on a regular basis?

what about shopping?what about futsal?what about line dancing?(i KNOW your mothers are all into it) what about sitting by the road eating durian?what about mamaks?what about food-hunting?(yes, we have blogs dedicated to this glorious hobby) what about pasar malaming? what about that age old tradition of boys turning 16 and suddenly wanting to take up the guitar?or drums? or girls turning 16 and dressing like their 30? ok, so maybe scrape the last two off but come on!!!the other stuff just seems more real to me lah...hey!"LAH" should be on those bilboards also, cos i really reckon it was stolen from us..it was our word man...but 'they all' smart (don't they drink sewage water?) ,they go capitalise and put it in books, in billboards, in movies!

p/s- anion sucks. it's not a magical pad. its an expensive one. gimme a tampon anytime.

Anion Chips.

you just know this is gonna be a little tid-bit of a post with a title like that dontcha?*grin* i didnt purposely spell it wrongly, it's not a snack.....it's (dum DAM DUMMMMMMMM <--HAUNTING MUSIC)...well, you'll figure it out as we go along.

sO! on to the story lah..some of my dumplings dropped by for coffee last weekend and saw:


SANITARY PADS. yeah, i know every once in awhile, i like to throw in a pad story because as a woman, you kinda have the urge to celebrate your woman hood or whatever (like y'know how men are always having penis envy and so they try to compensate by buying nice cars or building phallic looking buildings,but i digress) and its sort of a support thing to all my fellow double x-chromosomed friends. i feel you darlings, i do.

these thingies were given to me and they're supposedly miracle workers. they stop cramps. at least this is what ive been told, i gotta wait till the next cycle to let you know for sure lah, but how cool would it be if it does work?

if anything , this little package has taught me alot..like how in life, you gotta look beneath the surface of things and only then can you find out the whoole truth, y'know?cos look:


totally normal says you? look closer, this is what it says and i quote " According to the testing result by China chemical woven products quality centre for textile industry, the average Anion concentration in "Monthly Loving" Anion Sanitary Napkin has reached 5800 per cm squared. 2 obvious functions can be seen:

1. Inside the cunt, (yes, it really says cunt) anion can promote the exchange of biological enzyme:enahnce material with acid to uplift self curing and immunity for human body."

it's like the stand up comedian of packaging i tell you..check out the next side:


it's manufactured by a brand called "love moon" and look at their branding - " New Healthy Attempt" - so there's no fake promises; they're telling you its an attempt..if it doesnt work, then...sorrylah. hahahahahhahahhahahahaha.. im sorry, i just cant help myself...and then in fine print it says " A healthy lady will be more beautiful" *mmphkkk*

and now for the cherry on top:

the company that manufactures this product obviously wants to give something back to his customers y'know?so he inserts a gift.. " A lady vagina inflammation self-test paper". for " testing the before and after effects and processing positioning analysis for the health of genitals".

*giggle* sighhhhhh...never in my life have i been so looking forward to my next cycle so i'll be ale to try on these marvelous pads..laugh until mouth pain, i tell you..

When in Rome...

OHMAHGODOHMAHGODOHMAHGOD....IM GOING TO EUROPE PEOPLEEEEEEE!!!!AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE...

sorry, im just....well, very excited!!!broke, but incredibly ecstatic. And i am sooo gonna do the Romans!!Erm, i mean, do as the Romans do..whatever..


i wonder what the statistics are on toll booth operators that go mentally ill. day after day after day in that little booth...ticket,money,ticket,money.


so last saturday, some friends and i trooped off to a shoot to be keh-leh-fehs (extras) in a commercial. yes dahlink, it does sound quite glam, does it not?

okay, it really,really isnt. it's tiring and exhausting. we had to do a run,brisk walk and push combo (with "ACTION ARMS AND LEGS") for about 5 hours. they were very lovely people though, we had breaks and food and it was quite fun and a GREAT workout! i speak to you sitting down because i don't think i can get up. nor can i move my arms, shoulders and back. oogh.


BEFORE..


AFTER..

THE PLEDGE.

i, bellybutton, solemnly swear not to force my mistress to eat any more delicious looking solids. this is for my own good, so i dont end up being able to see my mistress' shoes while she wont be able to. i promise to tense my muscles so that mistress will be able to look good in that new clingy top she just bought. Although i know boob 1 and boob 2 are there to assist mistress in the looking good department, i think i partly have a responsibility in that area too. i also miss my lost friends; the 4 pack. Blubber, who moved in after them seems suspect. She and her kids just jiggle and float around- they dont do much except take up way too much space. i'm starting to feel clastrophobic.i wish the 4-pack would come home.i will help look for them...for mistress' sake.

p/s- thanks to my beautiful darlings who came on friday, you guys made my week, t'was a blast..

p/p/s - sorry yuri, for not being able to make your party last minute like that, i'm sure it was brillaint anyways, tell me all about it kay?:)

p/p/p/s - to the attractive but very ignorant dumpling who wrote "blogs are totally unnecessary. i find them self- indulgent"...sighhh..you are entitled to your opinion, but i beg to differ. in regards to your first point: blogs in my opinion, are totally necessary. they promote original thought, they provide an outlet for people to speak their mind, they teach us about how other people live their lives, they remove censorship..i could go on. but i won't. because unless you decide to get out of that bubble you live in, you aint gonna know how blogs can change lives, change countries. and also they're very interesting.
your second point: blogs are self indulgent. okayyy, but you wearing your lv's and guccis and posting up like, 40 pictures of yourself on friendster while writing this comment about blogs (also on friendster) is OBVIOUSLY worthy of a spot on the United Nations...

Wonder if they make diapers for dogs??

so, we were talking and she turns to me and goes "if you're feeling sheepish does that mean you've got a little bit of sheep in you?...........cos i mean, if you're snobbish, you've got a little bit of snob in you..."

i choked on my own saliva, i laughed so hard..

Guapple?

i knowww!isnt that just so incredibly delicious looking??reckon im hooked on em..a mix breed of apple and guava, if you guys have no clue of what the hell im talking about then go get one from your local pasar malam and try..and dont be scared off by its fluorescent green exterior...in fact, the greener it is, the sweeter it is..promise.

went for a dunhill thingy on sat..apparently there were people begging to get in...i was begging to get out!hahaha..it was cool and all, especially becos i got to have a decent chat with one of my girls which has been prolonged for too darn long..but reckon the event gives them a great platform to improve upon the next time. too many people in finery being josstled around and at one point the movers were actually laying down the raised platform for the catwalk in between guests!luckily it didnt crush anyone's feet..nobody could hear the mini-orchestra playing in the background because maybe they weren't equipped with proper mics or people were talking too loudly..i heard people complaining about the lack of food..wouldnt get this happening at a prosell-run event!(sorry, that was a cheap plug..but eh, its true)


she looked lovely that night, i must say - pamster and mua.

It is shit like this that PISSES THE HELL OUTTA ME!!

A woman in the Malaysian capital of Kuala Lumpur has gone to the press saying that a club had refused her entry because of her tomboyish appearance, a euphemism commonly used to mean butch lesbian.

The English language Malay Mail described the woman’s experience of being refused entry at CYNNA, a trendy spot at the Asian Heritage Row in Jalan Yap Ah Sak.

Accompanied by four friends, the 30-year-old was barred from entering the club and was told by one of the door hosts that: “Tomboys can’t enter. It’s a directive from the management.”

She questioned the discriminatory policy of the establishment saying: “I am a paying customer. It’s a public place so I don’t understand the discrimination.”

When contacted by the Mail, The Loft KL Sdn Bhd, the company which operates the club and four other outlets, refused to comment on whether the club had denied entry to tomboys, gays and transvestites, without a written complaint.

The Mail however quoted the club’s manager on duty, Zul Arshad, as saying that the club reserves the right to deny entry to certain groups like tomboys, gays and transvestites for “our own reasons.”

“The club has the right to bar them from entering because this involves our image. In my opinion, we can’t have these people because other patrons would feel intimidated by their behaviour. We are not discriminating against them but this is how we take care of our image. It’s not good for the club. But gay people are allowed to work here,” he said.


And to think i thought we as Malaysians, nay, as human beings had evolved more than this. Boy was i wrong. So if i had a club and i barred all myopic, homophobic Malay men, that would be okay too? oh, but of course i'd let him WORK there. pffh.

Deciphering One S from another.

Pee Jay - my beloved, roundabout filled home for most of my life. It's great, you get the bestest bubble/nata tea, the number of people at the mamaks are big enough to rival most attendees at a football game (or a chinese wedding dinner), it's location is so central that you can shoot off to kl or subang and reach either in the same amount of time.

BUT FOR HEAVENS SAKES BE WARNED - pj roads are despicable. im not even saying that the road maintenance is deplorable, im talking about the road signs! ss lah, then got s lah (section), then got pju, then got pjs, right anot?i mean, what the hell?

overseas, and i dont mean to compare to hail the white people, its just why do we have to make our roads so statistical sounding? they've got road names like Mulberry Street...we've got Jalan 17/13. And you can't say it's becos it's easier to write or remember cos check the next one out - the've got The Great Ocean Road, we've got Jalan Opu Daeng Merewah Satu 9/2A - alphabets AND numbers.hwaliao,brilliant.

so i stumbled across this site that explained it more clearly - S or Section are road names in the East of Pj, SS stands for Subang-Sungei Way meant for West pj, PJU stands for PJ North, and PJS is PJ South...so even if i should get lost, i'd at least know if were in the east or west..or in kajang.

ENOUGH PROMO GIRLS ALREADY, THANKS.

Its 2.30 and I cant sleep. I want to write. Its been awhile since ive had such an urge so forgive me if this comes out imperfect. I don’t wanna write about anything particularly sad, or particularly exciting.i just wanna write about the word precious. The word precious has been preoccupying my mind.which is funny because a hell of a lot of other more pressing stuff has been in my mind too but this word just popped. I realized my dog is precious. Not in the frou-frou kinda way that most people who cant stop going on about their dog do but in the pleasant,unexpected kinda way, like I just realized how great she is despite the aggravation she causes sometimes. How she has managed to crawl into my heart and make a space for herself there. My mom’s cooking is another cool thing that’s precious. She doesn’t know I think this because I don’t think ive ever told her.and without being too melodramatic I think about how someday that might end. That sucks.


They say that life is a series of never ending opportunities to f – up. If I ever knew who ‘they’ were, I’d buy ‘em a drink and shake their hand.

What is it about mystery that moves us anyway?

It shits me that as we grow older, we stop making connections; we form assumptions, and that dreaded word – a network.

Attraction is not a choice – that one’s been drummin in my head for quite awhile now. And thank you, to all of you who get it. You mean the world to me. Thank you for letting me be me and still loving me anyway. I love you too. And im not ashamed to say it, albeit slightly embarrassingly. Thank you for the smses that you don’t realize made my day, thank you for calling ‘ just to chat’, for taking the time to leave little comments;thank you eternally for molding me and forming part of this tapestry I call my life.

I am older this year, but I am not afraid…..no, fuck that. I am a little afraid. But I’m not terrified. I’ve got you lot, dont i?

Nites.

THE LIST.

I was born an aquarian. This month just so happens to be february. so, if you think about it, you'll know why today's topic is why it is...

no, it is most definitely NOT in my nature to expect anything nor taint my personality with such materialism but i figure, eh, if you're gonna take the time and you suddenly have the urge to buy a little somethin' somethin'...well..then who am i to argue with that?*blink*blink* might as well get the right thing right??*grin*

so..

(this feels strangely thick-skinned...)

50 BUCKS AND BELOW.

1.cash. (i have no qualms or pantang-ness)

2. starbucks.

3. topshop/la senza t-strings.

4. fruits (i got a blender for christmas..i need stuff to put IN it)

5. bubble tea.

6. bubble gum

7. how much are water guns these days? y'know, the pump ones??hmmm..


100 BUCKS - 200 BUCKS

1. CASH (really one lah..stick a card on it or something..)

2. calvin klein truth - alternatively, anything that smells nice.

3. make up...voucher.

4. entire celup dvd collection of 'heroes' series (season 1)

5. a skate scooter.


ABOVE AND BEYOND. ((ok, this is like for people who reeeeeeallllyyy love me..doubt there are any who read this, but if dont try then quite silly right?mua hahahaha..)

mont blanc. manolos,choos,laboutins; it doesnt matter,they're all briliant. t&c. 2nd poodle. egyptian cotton sheets (i've been told they're heavenly), b&o earphones. and most importantly, many many hugs..

what do you do?

do you sit and wait for proof? or do you cut your losses,head for the hills, fast as you can?

do you keep up the pretence? or do you confront?

do you keep silent? or do you lose it?

do you convince yourself that you're relieved? or do you feel like the tears just wont stop flowing?

what would you do?

You know the episode where Samantha falls in lust with a priest?

i met a monk..oh woe..

babes bought me a rain cd (as in korean hiphop dancing boy). yes,seriously. it's now playing on repeat in itunes. somebody help me. gulp*

havent danced in ages so we excitedly got ready for nat's party on saturday (y'know the typical "aiyoh,i have nothing to wear", "shit, what to wear?" dialog one has with one's partner...babes is so patient with me i tell you..)


thats nat..


look who i bumped into!made the night so much lovelier..:P

EXTRACTED FROM JUAN'S BLOG: "once you have the crab on its back, hold the chopstick with your left hand and and have the hammer on your right hand. When the crab is on its back, you will also see a flap. You can lift the flap up or leave it as it is. (up to your preference). Then place the chopstick at where the flap is and hammer the chopstick into the crab. You will need some practise before getting use to it actually, but its quite fun….hahahaha"


I can think of someone i'd like to do this to right now.

Skeletons in the Elevator.

People act weird in elevators. Or, if you're British, lifts. guv'nor.

The other day while i was waiting for the elevator/lifts, i noticed thru the CCTV in my lobby, a really really fat man was attempting to hump the elevator wall!then it looked as if he was making out with it and i swear, i was this close to reporting to someone..(or at least find someone to share the laugh with me)..it was gross and painful to watch..18 floors later, he reaches his floor. And he walks out of the lift. ANd the poor woman he was crushing, stepped out with him. till this moment, i cant decide which is more gross. i just hope she's getting paid enough.

There have been other more pleasant moments, like there was this little boy and he called me "pwetty". i would have given him all my money at that point if he asked. he didnt. Manners AND a charmer. he's gonna be a lady killer, that one.

I have about 9 categories of lift people. Wonder which one you are..

1. The talker

2. The tapper....alll the way till they reach their floor

3. The shuusher (people who shush their friends in the lift- why??soooo big secret is it?)

4. The one that answers their phone the moment they step into the lift..and does not stop saying "HARLOO?" until they get out.

5. The Automatic Close Button Pusher.

6. The Big Family - the door's usually held open for every single member to get in, through the buzzing "door open too long" sound followed by the "lift is too full" sound.

And finally...the most lethal of em all..

7. The Silent Killer - doesnt say a word but the gas he/she emits says volumes!

Are there any i've missed out? :P

How my friends have no shame and how i love them for it.

i've been hearing good things about a new club in kl and naturally when the invite came in the form of fang's birthday, i jumped at the chance to go see-see,dance-dance..

...Maison...meaning house,i believe..and it was homey..i liked it more for the daybeds and brick walls and less for the badly-dressed people..im sorry, but does sense of style mean nothing anymore? anyway, because we were quite tired from a day's hard work, we didnt feel like dancing and decided to put our posing skills to work instead..and when i say we, i mean one soul-mate in particular:


Kin got bored and decided to entertain us with impersonations of a male supermodel...


..i think he started to enjoy it...


..and then he just couldn't stop..


..he finally allowed other people to be infront of the camera with him..


..even me!


...and then the ol' boy suggested "let's take another", and i thought what the hell..


..and now you understand why kin and myself are soulmates when it comes to anything with a lens. :P


Picture with birthday girl also he want to hiao inside hahahahhahahhaahha..

SO yeah, it was a really good night and although we're most probably banned from entering Maison again,ever..but the pictures that fang took were beautiful and i'll try and get 'em from her..

I think it is MOST inopportune to get bitten between the toes or your bajingo*..

by what? i dont think it matters..whether mosquito or ant..both also quite itchy..i've actually gotten bitten by a spider and stung by a jelly fish once..although that last one wasnt itchy, i felt like my leg was gonna fall off....

*bajingo - punani - pet-pet- pussy. (i hope no underaged kids are readin..)

Annnyyhooo, this weekend felt very revitalising for some reason..one main reason being this:



if you dont know what that is and youre an 80's baby, then you don't deserve to live.

it comes with 5 awesome games and it's roughly the size of a calculator. it is sooooooo cool!!!
Ms. Pac Man, Mappy, Space Invaders and two others that werent that famous lah..but WAHLIAOEHHHHH!!
i. am. so. happy.

Not Good.

i know i've said that i wanted to mate opium, but i think i've changed my mind. i dont think i wanna risk this happening to any of her kids, or grandkids..i know it has to be done for society's health but it's still sad..

Off Course.

maybe trying to achieve something good in life is similar to having constipation. You moan and groan, and you're in such desperate pain, and you take the pills, and you smoke that ciggarette; you're shivering with cold sweat and you're ready to die when all of a sudden, when the timing's right...you get the best relief, you feel the greatest joy and lightness and the sun comes out and life is brilliant again! and then you realise there's no toilet paper.....

Not layak to kayak. (A review on stuff experienced, and stuff to come)

actually i'm pretty surprised..didnt wake up with as many aches as i thought i would..:)
we went kayaking yesterday, y'see..after multiple weeks of calorie-filled, tight-pants causing, blubber bloobing food, my friends and i decided to make a trip to far-away land putrajaya..to kayak.


it was so serene and picturesque..one really does feel like one is in Alice's Wonderland..


cigggie break - the scrunched up faces were due to exhaustion..


the sun was setting behind, pelicans were gracefully perched everywhere..ahhhhh..

i really didnt know quite what to expect, but i figured it would lessen the work-out guilt of having eaten so many yummy dead animals that i could start a noah's ark of my own in my belly..eew..that's a gross thought..scrap that and go next paragraph..

i've been reading..i know..im shocked too..but yeah somehow, i managed to find 3 one-hour slots to be able to be immersed so deeply in one of the best easy-reading books i've read..FREAKONOMICS. alhamdullilah man!!it's very cool and ties the Ku Klux Klan to real estate agents, tries to argue that the level of crime goes down tremendously with the legalisation of birth control..etc..all while keeping the reader in upbeat hilarity.

Borat is a movie that operates on a level of brilliance that few movies ever reach. ali g deserves best comeback award.

A Scanner Darkly - okay so the story line wasnt as good as i hoped but the animation style was beautifully excuted. funny also how a druggy movie had a purportedly druggy cast.

THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA IS COMING TO SINGAPORE!!!!!!excited doesnt even begin to describe how i feel!and no, it is NOTHING like the movie..the movie was shite..of all the Andrew Lloyd Webber musicals i've seen, this one is still at the top of the chain..by far. Check out www.sistic.com.sg for more details.

Verbatim - The Only Thing We Know For Sure About The Future Is That It Will Be Different. - Peter Drucker-

7th year of the new millenium.

ola!!!how was your holidays??didja eat alot?i did..and now i'm gonna pay...

obviously you've discovered by now that my blog address is still the same. it is. this was a very simple yet effective way to get rid of all the people who just didnt care enough and who just wanted to kepoh for kepoh's sake.pftttt. but for you lovelies who came back to check..you SWEETHEARTS!!!kiss kisss kisss..

ok, fine. so i didnt manage to distract you from the actual truth which is that i simply got lazy to update.i'm sorry.(hangs head in shame)

buuuutttt..its the new year and all so im sure you're all ready to forgive and forget right?*grin*

hokay..soooooo let's seee what's happened..things always manage to happen very quickly so its impossible to keep up and let you know every measly dirty detail so im just gonna give ya the juicies kay?cool..

there was the pre-chrismas present opening with the chicas and that was lovely..naturally "something" always has to happen so just as they arrived and i planned and cleaned and everything: the electricity went off!can ja belive eet?!!but we kept our cool (barely!) and it came on again after a very romantic 30 minutes with us talking in the dark and getting bitten by mozzies..


The electricity came on in a sudden hence the cross-eyed effect.


jess, opium, gonzales (he's the penguin on the left..he makes quite a number of appearances..camwhore..)


here's juan being a dramaqueen when she discovers that i got her an i.o.u. hahahahhahahahaha..her present has since been picked up and is waiting for when i see her next..ends tries to comfort her but to no avail..:P


yes,those are soft toys. i know, i know...blame it on the damn christmas spirit or whatever..

i've somehow managed to go through 30-something episodes of the twilight zone in 3 days..i dont know how i let it happen..but it's still a pretty damn good series after all these years, i reckon..im gonna scurry home to get my fix..