Tylogy

One Word, Just..

2009-02-11T04:09:00.000-08:00

USING ONLY ONE WORD! It's not as easy as you might think! Copy and change the answers to suit you and pass it on by tagging your friends. It's really hard to only use one word answers. Be sure to tag the person you received it from!

1. Where is your cell phone? - charging
2. Your significant other? - who?
3. Your hair? - messy
4. Your mother? - small
5. Your father? - petit
6. Your favorite place? - beach
7. Your dream last night? - sensual
8. Your favorite drink? - milk
9. Your dream/goal? - difficult
10. What room you are in? - living
11. Your hobby? - reading
12. Your fear? - lizard
13. Where do you want to be in 6 years? - away
14. Where were you last night? - home
15. Something that you aren't? - thin
16. Muffins? - urgh..!
17. Wish list item? - love
18. Where you grew up? - KL
19. Last thing you did? - eat
20. What are you wearing? - sweat
21. Your TV? - broken
22. Your pet(s)? - 'cat'
23. Friends? - crazy
24. Your life? - unpredictable
25. Your mood? - twisted
26. Missing someone? - always
27. Car? - cute
28. Something you're not wearing? - undergarments
29. Your favorite store? - bookstore
30. Your favorite color? - white
33. When is the last time you laughed? - now
34. Last time you cried? - yesterday
35. Who will resend this? - noone
36. One place that I go to over and over? - kitchen
37. One person who emails me regularly? - facebook

Thank God It's Shithead!

2009-02-06T19:05:00.000-08:00

...And small Ty mocked, 'Shithead ke shitet?'...

Pay no heed to the above statement. I just find that line amusing and it kept repeating itself in my head.

There is one very good reason why I don't like to live in with mom.

I woke up at 8 a.m. this morning and since then, I have eaten my breakfast twice! And it's only 11 a.m. right now. Grunt!

Other than that, living in with mom should be fine. Well yeah, except for the occasional nagging and privacy invading part, everything else is fine. Heheh..

And oh, let me quote my cousin Jamie - '..She will wash anything that is in front of her... Including the glass of water that I have just left for 30 seconds. When I turned back to get the glass, *poof*...magic! It's gone!' - This was meant for her sister Amy, but it is applicable to my mom too!

Three more weeks to graduation and I am still looking for the right job. And looking for the right job is like looking for the right man. It is so difficult to get everything you want in one package.

I came across a quote today that says...'Men should be like Kleenex, soft, strong and disposable.' - Mrs White, (Clue 1985). But the truth is that none of them is like Kleenex. If they are soft and strong, they aren't disposable. And if they are disposable, it means that they aren't any near to being soft and strong.

I like this other quote I spotted: 'Men are like parking spots, the good ones are taken and the free ones are handicapped'. Tsk, tsk..! I was wondering if this quote is applicable to both gender... Will this means that I am handicapped too?

Oh, what the hell...I'd better get into the shower and stop lazing around.

Cough Drops

2009-02-05T20:35:00.000-08:00

Couldn't sleep well last night because of the intense coughing that I had all throughout the night. Plus at around midnight, little Tacetta pulled a tantrum that reverberate around the house, causing both small Ty and I to sat upright and sigh.

This morning I woke up with aching joints and a cramp in my stomach - out of the extreme clenching and unclenching of my abs muscle each time I forced out a cough. If this prolongs until the next 3 to 4 days, I bet I'm gonna developed some six-pack abs. Hehehe.. Ridiculous, dreamy me.

Right now I am in one of the classrooms in UKM, waiting for Madame Sabrina to finish her assignment. I am feeling famish but she is looking too serious, too soaked up in her work that I do not dare to interrupt. Dude, aren't you hungry? Enough with that HRD journal and let's go fill up our belly. Ok? Now!

25 Random Things

2009-02-05T20:33:00.000-08:00

Rules: Once you've been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 25 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you. At the end, choose 25 people to be tagged. You have to tag the person who tagged you. If I tagged you, it's because I want to know more about you.

My 25 Random Things:

1. I am the fattest person in my family.

2. I hate roller coasters and any other thrill rides that makes me feel like my guts are being ripped off of me.

3. I am actually a shy person. Heheh.. Really.

4. I don't like carbonated drinks.

5. My greatest fear is lizard.

6. I can never wake up too late.

7. I am very indecisive.

8. I eat anything, everything. I love food. So much. This explains random thing #1.

9. I have bad vision, but I refuse to wear glasses/contact lenses permanently.

10. I think it is more important to have love than to have money.

11. But sometimes I think that it is also important to have money and not just love.

12. I always have a thing for tall men.

13. I love cooking.

14. I hardly move while I'm sleeping.

15. I am camera-shy.

16. I have low-tolerance to alcohol.

17. I hate to go to work at odd hours.

18. I dream of being tri-lingual but have yet to start learning another language.

19. I can't stop talking about how my niece would come to me and ask how she should pronounce the word 'penguin'. She would say...: 'Nana, Nana, tenduin ke tambin?'

20. I can sit for hours just watching the rain fall or how the trees sway on a windy day.

21. I am a good girl.

22. As much as I like talking, I somehow don't like talking on the phone.

23. Right now I wish I have more time to read.

24. I am not the kind of person who could fall in love at first sight.

25. I do love this 'someone'.

Beauty Notion

2009-01-20T01:12:00.000-08:00

Because there are two dead baby lizards in the kitchen, I had to put off my intention to cook for today.

And because I am not cooking, I am going to start scrawling bull again.

I have always believed that there are certain things a woman needs to do in order to become a basic lady.

I only have four rules for me to look and feel like a real woman. And the rules are simple.

#1 Zap It Off

If we are obviously hairy, shave the excess hair off. Or even better, wax it. And excess hair means hair underneath the armpits, legs, bikini areas and the likes of it, and the upper lips area.

And even if we think, 'why should I shave all these parts when I won't be exposing them to the public's eyes?', I'm still suggesting for those hair to be shaven. The point is, even if we woman think that the hair isn't obvious, we won't know when we will meet someone who would actually notice our upper lips hair, for example. I for one, is somewhat a hairless person. But I have been told by one fussy man that I have whiskers and that I needed to shave. Even when there were only like one or two invisble strands on my upper lips. And though I hate that guy for being fussy, deep down I know that what he said was applicable to all women.

#2 Clear Up Those Messy Brows

Make sure brows are well-kept. If we can shape them nicely, it will be great, but if we are no expert in shaping, then keeping them free from straying strands is good enough. And when shaping, be very careful and make sure not to overdo them either. I learned that brows shouldn't be too thin nor too thick and it shouldn't be too artificially drawn either. It won't be easy and I have to say that I myself have difficulties in this. But try. Because there is no point having super-fab make-up, chic hairdo, and that expensive outfit on when we have two caterpillars mounted above our eyes.

#3 Dry Them Hair Proper

Blow dry the hair after washing. Use tools like hairbrush to keep them in place. Do not air dry. Unless of course, we are blessed with super fine and super perfect hair from birth. Do not go out with wet hair please, unless it is an emergency. And no it is not sexy. It is icky.

#4 Scent It

And do wear perfume. Or at least deodorant. Do not be too confident without them. For what is undetectably immune under our nose would probably be too prominent under the olfactory glands of others. If we accidentally forgot to put some on, well, try my sister's never-fail strategy - use the car perfume! LOL!

At any instance, we should always try to follow all four rules strictly. But then again, we are merely humans. There are instances when we would uncaringly unleash the beast and let the hair grow wild, like gorillas, on days when we are feeling heart-sick or plainly not in the mood. Well, that's okay, just make sure noone else sees us or at least try hard to minimize contact with other human beings.

Now, after all that, I really need to eat.

Overindulgence

2009-01-20T01:07:00.000-08:00

It is never virtuous to have too much of anything.

Too much coffee. Too much love. Too much rest. Too much food. Too much work. Too much care. Too much fat. Too much stupidity. Too much indolence. Too much and too much.

I woke up this morning with the song 'Too Much Love Will Kill You' in my head. Ironic. Hehehe..

I have been eating outside far too often these days. Pretty soon I am going to be a few stones heavier. I think it is about time for me to start cooking at home. But that's fine. It means burning less hole in my already holey pocket.

It is also unhealthy if you have nothing of everything.Time-less, boyfriend-less, love-less (well, in my case it is artificial love which is equivalent to no love at all), care-less, job-less, hair-less, hope-less.

I just failed my recent PAC assessment to join the government. Guess I am not government material. Guess I am a square peg which won't fit in the round hole of government. Nevertheless, I wonder what it takes to be one.

Alright. Okay. Tam the cat is hurtling around with a baby lizard she just spotted in the kitchen. Those two are making me nervous. And I have just spotted one huge acne on my cheek. Drat. What's happening to my complexion these days?

The Marionette Dance

2009-01-13T17:07:00.000-08:00

I am a marionette.

Pull my strings and I will walk.

Tilt me here and there and I shall move.

Jolt me and I will dance.

I am a marionette.

I put smiles on people's face.

I obey my master with my tameness and grace.

I am a marionette.

What I feel is not important.

How I feel is irrelevant.

A Not So New 'New Year'

2009-01-13T07:07:00.000-08:00

My first entry since new year. Already we are 14 days into 2009.

I am having itches on my neck and chest. Possibly out of excessive exposure to the sun over the last weekend. Sarah, Adah and I were trying to stage a beachside holiday in Prima Court. We slapped on some tanning oil onto our bods and threw ourselves underneath the sun by the pool deck.

I didn't figure out any new year resolution this year. In fact I couldn't even remember the last time I had one. This year was no difference. But I did worked out few things I don't want to be stuck with for the rest of my life and even fewer things I would like to do before I expire. Here they are...

I don't want to be stuck for my entire life with..

1. crappy relationship that costs me my freedom of thoughts and my identity.

2. being treated like a slave just because I decided to indulge in love.

3. the ideology that getting married is the main objective of life.

4. someone who does not love me for who I am.

5. pretending to be someone I am not.

I would make sure I will..

1. be a better person for myself.

2. put myself before anyone else and love myself more (this was something I didn't do quite well before).

Nevertheless, getting some tan is always worthy. Even if it means wearing prickly red chest and neck for a week.

Car Bra

2008-12-09T05:51:00.000-08:00

Well, in case you were wondering what a car bra is, here's what it means...

car bra or auto bra (noun) - a carbon-based cover that fits over the front bumper of a car, absorbing the microwaves used in police radar equipment to minimize the risk of detection for the speeding motorist.

But my story of car bra totally brings a different meaning...

Today saw me sending small-Ty's car to the service center. I was totally prepared for the trip. I braced myself with a book I just bought, assignment for tomorrow's presentation and a laptop. I was determined to wait at the center for the car to be ready and at the same time be as productive as possible.

The car was registered in for servicing at 2 p.m. and was scheduled to be completed at 4. I had a couple of hours to kill so I alternated my activities with reading the book and doing my assignment every half an hourly. At quarter to 4, the service personnel came to me in person with the car key and the receipt, an eager look on his face, telling me that the car is ready. It was a pretty strange episode if you ask me, because they would normally announce the car number over the PA system and I would have to collect the key from the counter. This was totally out-of-norm, but I was super pleased with the service, and I am no bitch to complain about good service. So, I just took the key, said the sweetest thank you and collected small-Ty's car.

Less than 20 minutes later, I pulled up in front of the house and began to collect my personal effects from the front passenger's seat. Just to make sure I did not miss anything, I decided to check the back seat as well. But the instance I turned my head back to look at the rear seat, I can't help laughing my head off. And suddenly, it all seems clear to me why the service personnel were being unusually nice. There on the rear seat of the car were a crumpled T-shirt, a pair of rolled-up, super skimpy cycling short and a pair of brassiere! Ooh-la-la! This, was the main reason, and it was green! And that green thing just made me a victim of circumstances. Tsk, tsk!

In case you were wondering to whom those things belongs to, they were definitely not mine. And if this is so, and the car I sent for servicing belongs to small-Ty, I shall leave y'all to do the math. The only thing I know is that I am never going back to that service center. Period.

Even if it was partly my fault for not checking the backseats before registering the car for the service job.

Fragili-Ty

2008-12-04T06:50:00.000-08:00

I am typing away in the dark, on the bed, next to the already sleeping small-Ty. I am trying my best to not make any noise by hitting the keyboard really slowly and lightly.

I need a hug. Like really, desperately need one good bear-like hug.

Hmm... Let me think about that again. Well, no. Allow me to rephrase that. I don't need a hug. Instead, I think I need hundreds of hugs.

I have to say that I haven't been getting enough TLC lately. And this makes me cranky. I am super-sensitive, ready to burst into tears each time I feel like I'm being neglected. Oh, I am such a cry-baby!

This weekend will generally be the family weekend. Mainly because Monday is a public holiday. And although little Tacetta, Saty and Zamri will be going back east, I will still have small Ty, Mak and Papa. It'll be a busy weekend, with no time for TLC soliciting.

I should have an issue to talk about right now, but my fragility is preventing me from doing so. Thus, I shall stop here.

I won't be getting any hugs, therefore I shall sleep.

So good night.

And byesh!

Dragonfly In My Dream

2008-12-02T02:10:00.000-08:00

I woke up from my not-too-often afternoon nap feeling groggy. The room felt warm and I realized that it was showering outside. I took the opprtunity to watched the rain fall from the teeny weeny balcony of the apartment. I felt good almost instantenously.

Honestly, I am not a difficult person. I can be happy with little stuffs which are neither expensive nor hard to find.

I don't need too much money to make me happy. Just enough would be just fine.

I love watching the rain and especially when the raindrops hit the hard ground. I think they look like white butterflies. Doesn't make any sense to you? I'll show you what I mean the next time you and I happen to be together when it rains.

I dig staying alone at home. I enjoy the absolute peace I have with myself.

I could stare at plants and trees swaying in the wind for hours and feel very much contented with the scene.

I find that watching the cows in the field at anytime of the day is very calming.

I can sit only with a cup of tea or coffee alone in a cafe watching people passing by. Or I can enjoy the company of one or a few good friends and talk about nothingness that means everything to us.

I'll be happy to receive one sincere good morning from the people I care about. And I'll be crazy happy if they care to show appreciation through little gestures like stroking my hair, walking side by side and telling me how great I look even if I look like shit.

I love bookstores. I love the heavenly smell of new books.

I love water fountains for the splashing sound they made.

I love the family, the 'girls', Scrabble, Lisa, the beach, the sand, the sun, the mountains, Turkish coffee, Lego, the smell of home, the 'khobideh'.

And dragonflies. They make me happy.

Doppelganger

2008-11-29T00:51:00.000-08:00

Sabrina is so going to kill me. Here I am, blogging away when I am only two paragraphs into the proposal. I begged for your forgiveness, lady! But I can't endure this longing for scribbling some BS...

My person now have a doppelganger. Someone who pretends to be her online when it is actually not her. It's silly and funny. And also scary.

When it comes to matter of the heart, some people just can't let go. Some people find it difficult to move on. And there are few who wants to move on but can't move on.

In order to be able to move on, one must learn to accept. And one must also learn to forget.

The question is, how do we forget? If we could learn, why can't we unlearn? There is no guided way to erase memories nor is there an instruction manual to delete sorrowful feelings. The only best way is perhaps, to fill up our time and make ourselves busy, so that our thoughts won't run wild and flock back on the sad, sad history.

I've seen friends during trying times. I myself have had my own share of taxing moments too. And because of that, I have somehow developed my own procedure to aid me when love is lost, when passion turns to abomination and when devotion had been betrayed.

Here's how I deal with it...

1. Cry like hell. Cry like there is no tomorrow. Cry for seven days and seven nights until you could cry no more.

Once you are done crying, (believe me, there will be a point when you can't cry anymore, when you will finally get tired of crying...providing you really did step #1 well), this is the time to get up and get on with life. This is when you start doing these...

2. Pay more attention to yourself. Groom yourself more, and groom better than you have ever done before. Not for the fact that you are re-entering the dating market or to gain back the attention and affection of the lost party, but for the fact that you love yourself. And after all that has happened, you deserve to be loved and the only person who can love you best is you.

So go ahead and wear those nice clothes you have bought but never worn before just because the other party thinks you look fat in it. Put on that make-up and look awesome instead of adopting that au naturel look. Remember that you are not Kate Beckinsale or Jessica Biel. But don't overdo it either. Learn from Salma Hayek. She said, "It actually takes me a lot of make-up in order to make me look like someone who doesn't wear make up."

3. Keep busy. If you are not working, get a job. Any job. As long as you have something else to focus on instead of your sorrows. Go out with friends. No friends? Then it is time to find some. Get back in touch with long lost mates and buddies. Too ashamed to meet them? Well, don't be. Misfortunes happen to everyone. And you should talk about it with pride and stop being pitiful about yourself. The pitiful part is over after you decided to stop crying.

4. Start going out with the opposite sex. And don't get me wrong. This doesn't mean that you should be romantically or intimately involve immediately. So relax, chill and do go out for movies, for lunch/dinner dates. Do not rush into another relationship. And do not be too stubborn and picky over the smallest thing at this stage too either. Just go out with anyone. He/She may not be the perfect one, but that's the point. You simply have to put up with one or two caterpillars before you can finally see the butterfly, right?

5. Get a hobby. Don't sit around and do nothing. Build your life. Make yourself interesting.

6. Cut ties with the party who broke your heart if it's too hard for you to handle. Throw away everything that reminds you of him/her. If you are too sentimental to throw them away, stash them up in a place where you can't see them. Stop trying to find out what's going on with the other person's life. Be realistic. Do not add salt to your wound. Also, maybe, you should stop seeing his/her friends because you will likely start talking and start asking about him/her. Which you shouldn't. You want to forget, remember? But if you are sturdy enough to NOT ask or talk about the person, then hanging out with his/her friends will still be alright. Providing they (the friends) do not bring up that topic either.

7. Never give a shit about what other people say or think about you. You are the one going through hell, and not them. Ignore critics and words that will make you feel less as a person. Only take in the good things and rational opinions.

Points simplified; be strong, be interesting and keep on charging forward with optimism. Don't let the past haunts your future. Stop nagging, stop sighing. There is more to life than just grieving.

Time to shower. And wear the feather boa.

Idiot's Guide to Being Courteous

2008-11-26T21:09:00.000-08:00

As strange as it should be, I am right now in the university's library. This is probably my third time being here within the duration of one and a half years of my study period in this stodgy-hole. Earlier, I planned to sit here and start writing the research proposal for my Research Methodology subject. But plans would remain as plans if one does not put them into execution. And right now, I am typing away some futile notes to fill up my precious time.

Emily Post said that manners are sensitive awareness of the feelings of others. If you have that awareness, you have good manners, no matter which fork you use.

I figured there are few basic deportment to being courteous...

If you are asking someone for a favor, you don't have the right to be demanding. Accept what is offered and never boss the person whom you're asking the favor from.
Do not use one person (or many) to help another person that you would like or obliged to help.
Nothing in this world comes in for free. So always double check with the person you are asking for help if it is okay and if you can do anything to help ease the burden or repay his/her kindness. Chances are, the person would say..'Oh it's okay, really, I am willing to just help...', but still, never forget to perform this check. Show care to the person who has agreed to help you.
You cannot hate or accuse someone for being selfish just because he/she can't help you once out of one hundred times.
If a person has helped you for too many times for nothing else in return, do not take her/him for granted. You can't ask for too much kindness from one person if you are being so insensitive and oblivious.

Common sense, yes? But sadly, not every human being is born with built-in politeness and good manners in them. Heartbreaking is when some are born with good-looks, but very little decorum. And it is even more tragic to have a not-so-good-looking person to behave in a really bad manner. Tsk, tsk..!

I am not a perfect being. But I try my best to treat everyone with politeness. Even to those who are rude to me - not because they are nice, but because I'm nice. Heheh.. After all, the test of good manners is to be patient with bad ones. Phew...! I don't know how long my patience could last.

Done.

The Bell's Curve

2008-11-24T16:46:00.000-08:00

Cough. Flu. It has been ages since I last got them. And now that I am down with them again, I simply forgot how to deal with these two rascals.

I am reading Paulo Coelho's Veronika Decides to Die and is loving every word of it. This one's better. And Brida isn't that interesting anymore.

I am having the urge to talk about taboo stuffs. But being taboo, I obviously shouldn't talk nor write about them. At least not on a public blog or on notes application on Facebook where every Tom, Dick and Harry AND every Susan, Jane and Mary were able to read my forbidden thoughts. Because if I did, far too many people will start judging me. I do not want to be put on trial. Therefore, I shall shut up.

I was trying to figure out where I fit in among the population of ordinary people. They who have conventional thoughts and not some absurd ideas. They who think and operate to conform to society's demand and expectation. And even if conforming doesn't make them happy, they make themselves believe that they are happy. My illustration of where I am in the Bell's curve below...

Hmm...

I have a feeling that I am conjuring up a mess. I'll stop now before it gets worse. Need to go read some academical resources in order to dismiss Coelho's influence in my head and join that 68% majority of the population. Yawn! How boring...

The Dog-Theory

2008-11-15T22:41:00.001-08:00

It's a slow and quiet weekend. Sarah is taking her usual late afternoon nap. And here I am, wasting the hour before the Feather Boas meet up again later this evening.

I talked to Ida for long hours last Thursday and was mesmerized by some dog-theory.

Ida said....: A dog will stay obedient to his owner despite his ill treatment because they think that that's the only owner that he has. But we are human, and we are the owner of ourselves.
A kid will stay with his parents even if his parents abuse him because that is the only parents he knows and we dont have the liberty of choosing our parents, but we do have the liberty to choose our partner, our life and our path.

And today, I am strucked by the idea of wanting to be a child once more. Generally because skinned knees are easier to fix than broken hearts.

It's raining outside now and Sarah will sleep longer than she promised me. So I'm gonna make her take her ass out of the couch. Right now!

Last Chance for Miss Cockroach

2008-11-14T17:16:00.000-08:00

The new semester has begun. And it'll be my last one. Hopefully. If the school does its job proper and work on offering the two extra subjects that I need. Or else I'll be doomed with just two subjects instead of four. Doomed because this means that I will have to take the other two subjects in the next semester, thus delaying my graduation and, more money thrown in the direction of the school too (exactly what I thought the school has in their agenda - to maximize their revenue from the students. Ah, these motherfuckers..!).

It is not easy to find someone with a totally open-mind. Sarah and I agreed on this one fortnight ago.

How can we truly define 'open-mind'?

Last two weeks, over our breakfast/brunch chat at home, we found that most people misunderstood the definition. In general, most people think that one who indulges in smoking, drinking, gambling and other worldly 'fun' activities is one with an open-mind. Consider this statement from someone I know..

"..I am sure she is an open-minded person, considering that she smokes and have fun drinking in clubs..."

This is indeed, one very shallow judgment.

Having an open-mind should be about having the ability and capacity to accept others in every single way. It is about the ability to listen to the opinions of others and even if their notions differ from ours, we are still able to live with it and wont hate the person for who he is and what his gray matter is made of.

Being open-minded should be about celebrating differences. And even if you are different from us, we love you nevertheless.

Alright now. My lentil seeds have finally arrived. Pearl bought them from a Marks & Spencer store in Aberdeen and I am thinking, how weird...

A Jar With A Door

2008-11-06T00:38:00.000-08:00

Am babysitting the house and the Papa while the rest of the family had a short, 3-day trip to Genting. Saty just had to find reasons to buy Qaseh few pieces of sweaters.

Pearl just came back from Kerteh and will be leaving for Aberdeen this Sunday. And, talking about that, I was suppose to bring back some winter clothing for her...which I forgot. Tsk!

Generally, people are nicer when they are on holidays. If you meet a guy or anyone during their holidays, you can expect him/her to be the perfect being. They are a lot cooler, good-tempered, jovial, funny and stress-free. Not to mention that they will be a lot more romantic too.

I miss that sweet, perfect being.

Other than that, I have nothing more to say...Or maybe I have more to say but just chose not to.

Time for a quick nap now before the evening commence. Will meet Sarah in Desa View tonight (excited!). School will start again next week and I am determined to be more organized this final semester. I refuse to be labeled 'unorganized' by some people!

P/s: Obama won the US presidential election and Kenya declared two days of public holiday. Just the reaction I would expect by Malaysia too if Obama was half, or quarter, or even one tenth Malaysian. No kidding! We Malaysians are generous enough to even give the Datukship title to Shah Rukh Khan.

The Private Investigator

2008-10-26T08:27:00.000-07:00

Not too long ago I was lulled to sleep by little Tacetta singing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.. and recently the nursery rhyme has been upgraded to the song L-O-V-E (by Nat King Cole). I adore it when she sang that line, '..V is very very, extraordinary..' - the way she says the word 'extraordinary' really makes me go pulpy.

The exam week is finally over! There is no other moment as serene as how I am feeling right now. I feel like I could sleep for one whole week non-stop. But before I do that, let me tire you a little bit more with today's anecdotes.

The family went to Bagan Lalang for some seafood earlier in the evening. We took the chance to walk by the beach and watch the sunset. Little Tacetta was too skeptical of the beach sand and was walking too cautious when the looney mom poured a handful of sand on her tiny feet. I laughed and felt sorry at the same time for little Tacetta because she stood there, glued to the spot, wailing at the mommy to remove the sand from her feet. Honestly, I have never seen such a fussy little girl in my whole life..

She refused to get her feet wet.
She wouldn't walk on the beach barefooted.
She always remind everyone that she is the baby.
She eats food cooked from a crockpot.
She loves to disagree.
She asked way too many whats, hows and whys.
And she adores the mirror.

But I love her.

P/s: I just wrote a short module on time value of money and personal cash flow this morning for my dad. Can you believe it? Just when I thought I have gotten over all financial subjects...

Raiding the Emergency Room

2008-10-23T06:41:00.000-07:00

It's amazing how the yearning for writing notes during exam week could raid my supposedly panic-stricken state of mind. I am sitting for the last paper for this semester tomorrow at noon, but already I am seeing paradise.

By the way, I screwed today's paper. And screwed the one before that too. I hope I won't be screwing tomorrow's, but I have a feeling that once I screwed, I will always screw. Tsk, tsk..!

Ok. So let's say you cheat.

In an exam.

Would you admit the fact that you cheated, to your friends? Or would you just keep quiet and pretended to everyone that you are a person of high morale, and with undoubtedly good brains too?

Which one is more detestable? To cheat and owning up to it? To cheat and putting up a front? Or just the plain fact that you cheated in the first place?

Here's my conclusion...

Cheating is inexorable. Sometimes, it is even predestined. Sarah is so going to disagree on this. But people cheat because they have to. They cheat because they are desperate.

To cheat and proudly admitting is audacity. It may be idiotic at times, or even, for most of the time. Nevertheless, it is still something very courageous and gutsy to be able to concede to your deceitful behaviour.

But to cheat and pretend that you are a saint is downright hypocrisy. Especially when you overdo the saintly part. Unquestionably 'keji', I call it.

Well, then...

Another seating for tomorrow.

Will party for profit during the weekend.

And NO more raiding of the emergency room (at least for another month).

The Two Tys

2008-10-21T20:11:00.000-07:00

I know! I should be studying...! But the temptation...

Let's take a moment for these two Tys. Tyrese Gibson or Tyson Beckford? Tyrese or Tyson?

Girls..(Sarah and Mareena), I know we've been fighting over Tyrese all these while. And I've decided now to let go of Tyrese and opt for Tyson. Hahaha! So you two can continue brawling over Tyrese. Tyson's waaaayyyyyyy, hotter! L.O.L!

And everyone else, who do you choose?

Tyrese Gibson

Or....

Tyson Beckford

Or...

Ty!

Hahahahaha...! Owh... This is a totally pointless entry...

And Then One Night, The Bed Broke...

2008-10-21T02:14:00.000-07:00

Hello. Financial Management exam is over today. Allow me to exhale. Thank you.

One down. Two more to go.

I have so much to say but too little time. I came across some old emails and found something so meaningful, I indubitably think that I should put it up here for everyone to read...

So here's my own adapted version of the e-mail, sent by a friend, some 4 years back.

Every person will need to find three people in their life...: the person you love most, the person who loves you most and the one you spend the rest of your life with. But alas! In reality, these three people are usually not the same person.

The one you love most doesn't love you. The one who love you most is never the one you love most. And the one you spend your life with, is never the one you love most or the one who love you most. He/She is just the person who happens to be at the right place at the right time.

The three people. Have you found them all?

Oh, well. Back to editing report now.

NasTy

2008-10-11T04:13:00.001-07:00

Okay. Time to bore you people with another emotional entry.

I have just sewn up some massive amount of assignments today. I stayed in the whole day today and I swear, there has never been a day in my life that has been this much peaceful. I was completely alone, indulging in my own state of solitary. Ah..., sheer bliss.

I am wrestling with time right now. My hands are full with endless school task plus the upcoming exams. And don't even make me start about my pesky life issues. School is too strenuous these days and it will be more so this coming fortnight. It is only necessary for me to leave everything else behind and concentrate on the academics. No matter how other things are so bothering me right now.

Well, let's get to the boring part.

I am a horrible, horrible person. And this is why I said so...

I am a user. I use people. I take people's life and money and ran away with it.

I don't know how to love and often I hurt the people who deserve love.

I am selfish and I always put myself first on top of others. It is always about me and never about you.

I am ungrateful and unappreciative. You can give me this and that, and I am still the spoiled hellcat who won't see the sacrifices others have made.

I am lazy and indecisive.

I don't do sacrifice. I don't give. I only receive.

I am rude. I say mean things to people.

Like my niece, I have anger management issues.

I always look for faults in others and never at my own.

I don't handle criticism and rejection very well.

I am not compassionate.

I am all that. Really.

It's Not Right, But It's Okay..

2008-10-08T05:32:00.000-07:00

If I happened to be happy, I must have done something evil.

My different opinion makes me a defiant person. And because of that, I shouldn't be heard.

I am considered as rude, though I hardly say insulting remarks.

I speak English with Malay accent because I don't see why I should fake an accent when I am not a native speaker.

And according to Tengku Akbar, my English is not up to standard.

Oops, I talked too much. It's time to shut up.

P/s: I love my Malaysian accent 'lah'...!

Sad-a-Day

2008-10-03T16:57:00.000-07:00

It rained when I woke up this morning. And I woke up to a combo of splitting headache and a hungry tummy. Right now I am in dire need of tender, loving care. I need one very high dosage of those three.

Last night I had a dream. I dreamt of Sarah, Mareena, Tyiara, Sarah's sister (Mas) and a strong, young man.

I was dead sick in the dream. And the strong, young chap carried me in his arms while the rest of the ladies were tending to semi-conscious me.

Right. My grey matter isn't working too efficient this morning. Fingers are moving at sloth speed. And I look like hell.

Gosh, I am so hungry I think I might as well eat a horse. Let's go see what is there to eat. Hope Sunday will be as sunny as it should be.

Bourbon Balls, Scotch Balls

2008-10-03T05:13:00.000-07:00

Pearl made some bourbon balls and I have been popping them balls into my mouth non-stop. I am suffering from heavy-eyelids syndrome right now because I had very little sleep last night and as tasty as the bourbon balls are, they are not helping me to stay awake at all.

Indecisiveness is a real nuisance. The fear of making the wrong decision will make it even harder for that judgment call to be made. Often we would weigh and continue weighing our choices time and time again. And the more we allow ourselves to ponder upon it, the more we are bewildered by the possibility of each outcome.

This is nothing new. But how would you feel if your decision shows how selfish you are? Will you feel bad for the rest of your life? Would you regret? Or would you think it is just passable for you to think that only yourself matters in making any decisions? After all, you are dealing with your own happiness.

All I can say right now is that if you hurt others, there will be time when others will hurt you back. People generally pay for what they do, and still more, for what they have allowed themselves to become. And they pay for it simply. That is by the lives they lead.

Maybe Pearl should make some scotch balls after this...

Stupefied Thirst-day

2008-10-01T19:49:00.000-07:00

I should be writing something witty right now but Pearl is stuffing me with loads and loads of video clips from her Macbook. And Saty is busy feeding the little tyke while bitching here and there about this and that. All these are making it harder for me to concentrate.

Another procrastinating session is taking place at this moment, when I am suppose to be doing something academic and I am not.

I hate liking something or someone who are overly popular. Like if every common people is crazy about a person, I will almost certain make it a point that I wouldn't like that personage. I detest being typical. Yes, I know...I sound like a stuck-up bitch. And maybe I am that. But I am also pretty sure that there are some others, if not many, who are just like me.

I am craving for freedom from mayhem.

I thirst for simplicity to dispatch the fly in my ointment.

I hanker after quality times with my wonderful humans.

I am pining for someone to scratch this itchy sentiment.

And I so hate unnecessary conversation.

Oh, this is definitely going nowhere. I'd better leave. Plus, the house is expecting some company for lunch. Got to go get ready.

Toodle-oo!

Compadre Vol. 1

2008-09-12T20:14:00.000-07:00

I am returning this deed to Marcus, who did this 'Malay of the Week' interview on me last month for his blog (http://laughandahalf.blogg.se/2008/august/veckans-malaj-1.html#comment). So this one's for you, dawg!

What’s your full name?

Marcus Johan Harald Gamme

Where are you from and what’s your race? – a racist question…hahahah!

I´m from Sweden, and I guess my race is Caucasian then..

The thing/s you like most about Malaysia?

Eveything is cheap compared to home (but I still manage to spend more than I should haha) and of course the beautiful sites. And my lovely friends…

The thing/s that irritate you most about Malaysia?

Restrictions, I guess most from religion... Like not being allowed to wear whatever I want, whenever I want and so... and it´s not that great listening to prayers five times a day, but I try to get used to it☺! (Ty says: This is because you spent too much time in UKM..)

What’s your favorite Malaysian food?

I´m not really sure what is Malaysian or not, but the things I enjoy eating at the Kolej café is Noodle Pataya, Nasi Goreng Seafood, Nasi Goreng Ayam and Nasi Ayam.. Nasi Lemak is too spicy for a Swede, I´m sorry guys…

What musical instrument/s do you play?

Guitar, Clarinette, Drums (n´ other instruments needed to record a pop song)

What’s your opinion on long-distance relationship?

They suck! But I´m used to them..

If you were given a chance to be someone else for a day, who would you be?

Cool question! I would be Angus Young (lead guitarist) of AC/DC, I´ve always dreamt about playing guitar in front of a huge arena-crowd.

What’s your biggest fear?

To hurt people I love. (Ty says: And not bugs?)

Three words that best describe you.

Hardworking, curious, outgoing

Describe yourself when you are tipsy or drunk.

Hmm.. I don´t think I´m that different, except maybe my eyes tend to close up just a little bit.. (Ty says: I think I can add a few more on this..)

If you have to choose between money and brain, which one would it be?

BRAIN! Brain will get you money.

Delayed Annuity

2008-09-12T20:03:00.000-07:00

I'm having the urge to write crap again. But this Financial Management quiz which will be occurring 6 hours from now is pulling me back. And I don't know shit about it. The fact that I am having a lecturer who is also the dean of the faculty doesn't help at all. Bugger can't manage. Can't teach. And speaks Kelantanese English.

Ok I'd better stop before some smug peeps start telling me that I should stop bitching because it's Ramadan.

Premiär för "Veckans malaj" by Marcus Gamme

2008-09-12T19:39:00.000-07:00

This post was written by Marcus, one of my course mate in UKM for his blog page. It was a terrific idea and because this first premier of his brainchild featured me in it, I am now reposting it over here. And 'Veckans malaj' means 'Malay of the week' or something like it. Right, Marcus?

Hej kära läsare! Så har det alltså äntligen blivit dags, idag kickar jag igång projektet "Veckans malaj" som i intervjuform presenterar olika personer jag lärt känna under min tid här. Först ut är en kursare, som jag läser alla mina tre MBA-kurser och umgås mycket med. Jag kommer att presentera de skriftliga intervjuerna i sin helhet, på engelska, precis som frågorna besvarats. Frågorna jag ställer kommer förmodligen att variera en liten aning från person till person.. Ok, då kör vi!

Name: Tyiana Rosli

Born: and bred in Kuala Lumpur

Occupation: umm... full time procrastinator?

Are you actually even Malay? If not where are you from?
My mom is Chinese but my dad is a Malay, so I guess it makes me a Malay then. And I don´t care what my grandparents are. I am totally disgusted with Malays who likes to pull various blood mix like "ooh, my great, great, great grandparents were Irish, so I am in some way Irish too..." - oh god please... (roll eyes)

Best about Malaysia?
It is home. That´s the best thing about it. And the variety of bizarre street food I can get here.

Negative about Malaysia?
Weather is too hot!!Can you name a Swedish celebrity?
Umm again.... Marcus Gamme?

What else do you know about Sweden?
Meatballs, Volvo, IKEA, Absolut and oh, The Ice-hotel!

Favorite word(s) in Bahasa Melayu (malaysiska)?
Alamak = something like oh-my-god, but since mak is malay for mom, this is more like oh-my-mom haha...Terima Kasih = Thank you, and is pronounced as te-ree-ma-ka-seeh and ABSOLUTELY not as MAKASIAAAAAH (jag och Peyman, som är från Iran, tycker dock att det låter så, vilket vi börjat härma både ofta, glatt och högljutt till Ty´s stora irritation).

Most important place to visit during a stay in Malaysia?
Langkawi, Langkawi, Langkawi!!

Why did you choose to study at UKM?
I didn´t choose UKM. UKM chose me. Hahahah...! Honestly, I don´t really know why. It´s probably proximity infatuation...

Best club in KL?
Owh... This is difficult. It depends on what one wants. Anyplace can be a great place if you are with the right company. No?

Higlight your selection:

1. Rice vs potatoes - potatoes
2. Red wine vs white wine - white wine
3. KL vs Bangkok - KL
4. Obama vs McCain - Obama
5. Proton vs BMW - BMW
6. Langkawi vs Redang - Langkawi
7. Heineken vs Carlsberg - Heineken
8. Jude Law vs Johnny Depp - Jude Law

-Copyright M. Gamme

Ty and Again

2008-09-03T19:41:00.000-07:00

I attended Operations Management lecture this morning and left for home half way through. I have an appointment with Un and Sterling today at noon and maybe after that, will go scout for some potential sushi meal.

There is a big difference between lying and not telling. When you don't tell, you aren't lying. And back to my 'honesty isn't necessarily the best policy' theory, I'd like to say that sometimes, 'not telling' could be the best policy.

I was recently fascinated by a line quoted by Dr. Zac over coffee. He said,

"I can never say that I am honest but I can sure say that I am sincere."

It makes perfect sense to me.

I am no seeker for heartache. I'll be perfectly alright facing a lie as long as I don't know that it's a lie. And I don't probe around just to prove that someone is telling the truth or if someone is telling a lie. What I'm saying is that, if you're a good liar, and that by far you are doing a great job, and it somehow makes me a happier person, please keep up the awesome job and do not stop lying.

I remembered an incident one of my sisters went through with my dad. Back then, he didn't know that her daughters smoke and my sister was caught having a pack of cigarette in her bag. My dad was semi-furious, I would say, and believe me, semi-furious is grim enough. But my sister, calmly said...,

"Why were you even ransacking and snooping into my bag in the first place, Papa? If you didn't do that, you won't find the cigarette, and you won't even be angry, because then you won't have to learn the fact that I smoke."

Again, this makes perfect sense to me.

Why do we keep looking for deceitful matters? Why are we constantly thinking that the people around us are lying to us and that we are on a mission of trying to prove that these people are liars? What would we get out of that? Would we be happy? Would we get ultimate contentment for being a triumphant detective in convicting people who lie? I would say not. Instead, what we would get is just hurt and pain, a scarred self-esteem and one significant dosage of crying spell. This is definitely not what I want.

Therefore, I am taking the path where I would rather not be in the know. It is better that way. If it is detrimental to me, then don't tell. Lie if you must. Just don't hurt me because I won't hurt myself either. And be rest assured that I am not some featherbrained chick who would go through people's stuffs just to discover something I shouldn't know. Especially not if the discovery would be affecting me in a devastating manner.

The moral of the story is, if you need to lie, make sure you do a well done job in keeping it odorless. Also, please remember that what you don't know can't hurt you. So don't go sniffing around and look for trouble. The lesser you know, the better off you will be.

Lick and Promise

2008-08-30T06:59:00.000-07:00

I am tagging and untagging photos on Facebook while waiting for Mareena to come over. It's the eve of Merdeka and we've decided not to go anywhere because of a few coherent reasons..

1. There will definitely be bad-ass traffic out there tonight.

2. The idea of celebrating independence with massive crowd, pressing onto one another is no longer appealing and so un-independent like.

3. Un will be working the morning tomorrow, so he needs more than just forty winks in order to be able to survive the flight.

Thus, Mareena and I have decided to capture the night by my poolside, silently, with Manzanita and Baileys as our auxiliary companion. That should be adequate.

A note about yesterday evening:

I went to watch the MPO perform with some friends from school. It was a short, 78 minutes piece without interval titled 'My Homeland' by Smetana. I realized, after the concert that I did not yawn, not even once, during the performance. My conclusion, I miss the MPO and the DFP really badly.

The tipsy gypsy is here.

Lady Godiva

2008-08-27T19:58:00.000-07:00

I am sitting in Starbucks Sunway Pyramid waiting for Lisa to be done with her servicing. And in case you are wondering who Lisa is, Lisa is my car. But she's not just a car, she is also my best friend for the last 5 years. Lisa is always there for me. And Lisa is the one who sees me through my ups and downs. Lisa saw me laugh, saw me going crazy, saw me going tipsy and Lisa saw me cry. I love Lisa.

Now besides waiting for Lisa, I am trying my best to kick myself in the butt to get started with my little assignment on Godiva. However, that is not going to happen in this few couple of hours.I am moving at snail's speed on all my assignments which is awfully unacceptable. I am also waiting for my Little Miss Grumpy to come by. Wonder where she is right now...

Lately, I have been told that I am not good enough for anyone. I am not smart enough, not pretty enough, not kind enough, not caring enough and not sensitive enough. I am not too sure that I am really all that, but probably, I am all that. Especially the insensitive part.

It is very perturbing because all I want to do is to make people happy. Well at least, to make one person happy. But I seemed to have fail at it miserably.

Apart from that, I am also perplexed by my own complexity of always wanting things that is out of my reach. I want things that I know I could not and could never get. And that, in one way or another, turned me into a woman of greed. To some. Sigh... I am nowhere close to Lady Godiva.

Oh! Little Miss Grumpy is here. Got to sign off now else she'll become Little Miss Grumpier...

Ty Me Down

2008-08-24T17:39:00.000-07:00

Good morning, darlings! I woke up at 8 this morning. Slept my night away like a log because I only had 3 hours of sleep the night before.

Yesterday I met up with Mareena for a few cups of Turkish coffee in Cyberjaya. I missed that girl. Not that I don't see her often but because every time I meet up with her, either one of us will have another company tagging along. And that will be me for more than half the time. So yesterday, our chewing the fat session was due... and as we sipped on our coffees, we prattled of some issues...

#1. Women who stop primping themselves up after they get into a relationship.

And then they would go berserk if the partner once blink an eye at another hot chica. Being in a relationship does not mean you can relax and settle down. It should make you work even harder. Just like my teachers back in school and college used to tell me, the hardest part is to maintain an A. So don't lean back and be lazy just because you got your man already! And no, no relaxing after you marry him either!

#2. Women who doesn't primp themselves up at all!

I've talked about this. Alright, once in a while maybe you should go natural and makeup-less (this shall be judged from where you are going and what you are going to do). But you can't appear all natural like yogurt all the time and assume that less is best or 'oh, men loves natural beauty so I'll go with no make-up to impress'. So there she goes appearing in public with unkempt eyebrows, shiny face and pale skin in an attempt to gain eminence but ended up throwing everyone into a state of terror.

Like Salma Hayek once said.., 'It actually takes me a lot of make-up in order to make me look like someone who doesn't wear make-up'.

Remember that!

#3. How we can never find a man who would conform 100% to our idea of perfection.

There can never be one man who has all these... drop-dead gorgeous, killer body, awesome persona (as in he is not a bore, not a boor, and especially not a boar!), intelligent, quick-witted and moneyed. All these traits doesn't normally come in one package. So in order to have all, you got to be expecting more than one package, just like an ASTRO deal. Fucked up, eh? Yeah, but that's the actuality of things.

#4. Straightening out our main objective as in what we need the most in life.

So let us say we finally found someone who somewhat has almost all except a few attributes from the ones listed in #3. In this case let's omit from him the qualities of moneyed and awesome persona. Apart from the two, he has everything else, highlight the drop-dead gorgeous and killer bods! Haha...! Okay now let's say that love kicks us in the butt and we think that this is it. This is the point where we see the future of growing old together and bla, bla, bla. But wrong, after a few number of rolls in the hay, you realized that he is actually a boar and that you need, if not much, just a little bit of money to make things work. And then you realized that love alone can't do miracles. And that you have sorted your priorities in a fallacious manner.

Prioritize here, is the key word. Sort out what you really need in order to face the world and make sure your partner is armed with loads of your priority requirement. Be realistic. I hate to say this but I am saying it anyway, as subtle as possible so that you people won't judge me too hard on this. Hahah!

- Money, up to a certain extend can definitely buy love, which turns happiness into one big bargaining crusade.

- Love alone can never be enough (and we all know that, we just don't want to admit to it!) because after reality barged in and boxed your ears off leaving you feeling love-sore, you will know that money should help lubricate the whole thing.

- Good-looking men and women are lip-smacking but they better have some value added qualities to accompany their physique. Because without brains and personality, their physical splendor would morph into foible and makes them look plug-ugly!

Ok. Now I can really do off with a long shower! Tata, loves!

Hot Under The Collar

2008-08-21T07:36:00.000-07:00

My mood is super bad today. Stomach cramp. The slightest hubbub would irritate me. The tiniest nuisance annoys me. Let alone huge nudniks. Grrrr...!

I don't need no hugging right now. No kissing. No nothing.

Stop asking me questions. Stop asking for my permissions. Stop making imbecilic jokes.

I just need some 24 hours alone time. Don't touch me, I am feeling all muggy.

I ain't talking to no one. Blame it on my hormones. Yes. Blame it on them.

Ty Me Up

2008-08-10T08:18:00.000-07:00

I am sipping on some Irish cream while typing this. And yeah, Irish cream is like the closest I could get to an Irish. Ironic. Because I don't quite fancy Irish.

I once told a somewhat-wise-but-not-too-wise man that...,

"When shopping, one should always look for what he needs instead of what he wants. Because what he wants might be of no good to him."

And the somewhat-wise-but-not-too-wise man riposted,

"But what if what you need doesn't need you or even want you?"

He was quite right. My concept may apply if I am not dealing with humans. But I am applying it still, anyway. Because looking for what I need is still the best stratagem, while occasionally indulging myself with the things that I want. Needing is survival, but wanting makes your life ebullient. And the two is indispensable.

So what if what you need doesn't want me or need me? I'll move on, keeping an upbeat mind that someday, I'll find what I need.

The thing is, I can never really know what I need till I find it... For all I know, the next thing I find might be the thing that changes everything... Which by then, I would finally discover that that is the one thing that is good for me.

On that note, I shall not put any demarcation line on myself. Well at least, not just yet. And I seriously think that none of you out there should. So live on. Don't stop yourself from finding new stuffs. Who knows you might need them someday. You don't want to be too late when you realized that.. 'Hey, that's exactly what I need! And I blew it away..'

Okay, time to succumb to 3 hours of maltreatment in school. Thank god I have some Irish cream in my system to keep me numb. ;)

Sticky Fingers

2008-08-07T19:24:00.000-07:00

So this will be one short, impulsive entry. Like Pearl's. And I am currently wishing that I am there, in the picture above.

I have not showered and I am suppose to be in school 30 minutes from now for a discussion on Ethics. Am doing some last minute browsing for materials on Pinedale Mesa against Questar issue. Urgh...!

Some significant people said that I have lost some kilos and throwing me questions like..., 'What happened?'. Well, isn't that good? Besides, I am still the fattest if compared to Saty and Pearl (you bitches has set up such high standards for me to cope with, damn..!).

Ok am going now. The girls are waiting for big momma to come. Grin!

Damsel Back In Distress

2008-08-06T05:59:00.000-07:00

And the damsel in distress is back, y'all... With more stress than ever!

Arrived home last night from Langkawi, feeling somewhat crestfallen for having to leave the island. The island was something I thought I would never fall for. And yet, I fell deeply for it, I was swept off my feet.

Allow me to bore you people with details of the trip...

Day 1

Three Damsels arrived in LGK at 1900hrs. We rented a car right away - it was a Wira Aeroback going at RM60 per day. Three Damsels then checked in. Damsel #1 (Mareena) was anxious to get to Reggae Bar so Damsel #2 (Farrah) and Damsel #3 (that's me!) geared up for the party. But first, we had dinner at a Chinese restaurant (can't recall the name) next to Alun-Alun spa on the Chenang stretch.

The Reggae Bar turned out to be kinda cool - poles apart from any clubs you can find in KL. They played reggae music, (thus the name Reggae Bar) and though Damsel #3 was not quite a fan of reggae, she found the club delightful nevertheless. It carries a laid-back atmosphere to suit the island-holiday mood. Plus, one of the waiter was like totally, cute! It wasn't long before three Damsels realized that they don't need their party shoes after all. Flip-flops and bare feet works great for this joint.

And oh, not to forget, Damsels made some friends that night - the Three Blind Mice and the Chipmunks. I guess good things do come in threes. ;)

Day 2

Damsels kicked off their day with simple luncheon, followed by a lengthy lazing around under the sun session. From the beach, Damsels moved to the hotel swimming pool and more lounging took place on the pool deck. Damsel #2 did not get into the water for certain reasons, Damsel #1 took a number of attempts to beat the fear of water, while Damsel #3 took a couple of laps.

After noon, Damsels went up to Burau Bay to check out the Loaf (the bakery owned by Tun Mahathir) and some beautiful yachts moored at the dock.

The evening saw the Damsels chilling on Langkasuka beach, supposedly to watch the sun set. Too bad, it was a little bit hazy, so the sun set unnoticeably under the Damsels eyes. Next, came dinner, again, at a Chinese restaurant, but a different one from the night before.

Day 2 was wrapped up with another trip to the ever splendiferous Reggae Bar.

Day 3

The sun did not rise for the Damsels. The day was somber and the Damsels were depressed, for no tanning session took place despite their effort of lying on the sandy beach for hours. So Damsels ended up drinking for the whole day (courtesy of the Chipmunks) and napping on deck chairs and kicking sands.

Dinner occurred at Fat Mum, another Chinese seafood restaurant. The food served here were exceptionally delectable, much to the Damsels' delight. The homemade tofu, especially, was oh-so orgasmic!

Damsels went to Sunba for a change that night but their spirit were bummed out, for the bar turned out to be too KL-like, and filled by numerous bunch of wannabes.

Note: The Three Blind Mice depart from Langkawi today.

Day 4

Damsels had breakfast, umm..., more like brunch, at the Breakfast Bar - which was kinda expensive for a street stall, and they serve lousy food. The sun was up and Damsels continued their sunbathing activity on Frangipani beach.

Early dinner at Fat Mum. Again. Damsels can't seem to get enough homemade tofu...

Day 4 ends with a session at Alun-Alun spa then strolling and bitching on the beach.

Note: The Chipmunks left.

Day 5

The final day for the Damsels. It began with breakfast at the hotel cafe overlooking the sea, then an early morning stroll along the beach.

Damsels then head for Kuah town after checking out for very little shopping.

Lunch was at Putumayo - lovely restaurant with food that is equally tasty. Chilled at Alun-Alun spa again and then reluctantly, off to the airport.

The bitches' holiday was then over. So much for knocking myself out with the three S'es...Sun, saltwater and s..., sunblock. Sigh...!

Now, Damsel #3 needs to go to sleep. My next niggle will be in real soon. So, see ya!

5-Day Furlough

2008-07-31T21:18:00.000-07:00

Sunblock - checked.

Bikini - checked.

Books - checked.

Air tickets - checked... (thank god the girls saved me from traveling on the boat... else I would be puking my intestines out like a drunkard!)

I'll be leaving home at 3. I am finally done with packing and re-packing. The only cabin-sized bag which I planned to take earlier need to be left at home. I switched to a bigger bag which will require me to check it in later. I was laughing at Mareena just a couple of days ago when she said she had so many stuffs to bring for the trip. And here I am, being teased by Un when he saw me unpacking my stuffs from the small bag to his check-in bag. Urrgh...!

I need this - to be away from everything. I, ummm... need to have some people to miss me...Hahahaha! As if anyone would. I need to have fun and relax with the girls. Just the girls, straight-shooting.

Home will see me again next Tuesday. While school will be seeing me next Wednesday. And oh, just in case you are wondering where I am heading to, it's just Langkawi. No big deal, yeah.. But shamefully, I've never been there. So I am now one excited damsel... (wriggle!).

Ok, time to have some itty-bitty lunch. Don't miss me too much, now peeps! ;)

To Make A Long Story Short

2008-07-29T18:43:00.000-07:00

Hello again. 3M case will be due in an hour and I am still not done reading it. But I always have time for this. :) Procrastination remains my best friend.

The issue at this hour is... Does being physically beautiful matters so much? Is it important for a woman to be exceptionally beautiful in order to have a man love her unconditionally? Does being pretty beats having a good heart, or being intelligent or being interesting?

And what defines beauty, anyways? Having a perfect model figure? Big eyes and sharp nose? A pair of sexy lips? Huge knockers? Perky asses? Silky smooth skin? Are those alone enough for men to be satisfied with their women?

Beauty, without doubt, is in the eyes of the beholder. I for one, celebrate differences and appreciate flaws. To me, beauty isn't necessarily perfect. For when it is perfect, it will no longer be beautiful.

Once Upon A Ty

2008-07-26T10:25:00.000-07:00

I am home on a Saturday night. Right. And it is not because I don’t have a life, but I think it is more precise for me to say that I am too alive.

Tonight, I have decided to blog about something different for a change. Tonight, I am going to bitch about myself. So let’s start right away…

I always think that I am not intelligent enough, not pretty enough and not thin enough… What a negative start, I know, but hey, those feelings never really bug me to the point of tearing my self-esteem apart. I am pretty much confident, and I am okay with being averagely smart, not too pretty and a tad bit fleshy if compared to my sisters.

I don’t like rollercoaster. I love theme parks but I hate rollercoaster. One would have to drag and force me to ride on any. Those few times that I have been on rollercoaster rides were the moments I dread the most and of which I remember until this day. I remember the shortness of breath, the deathly grip of my fists against the iron bar or shoulder harness and the twisty feeling in my intestines as though I was getting down with a major diarrhea. Call me chicken, but I am happily married to Ferris wheel and carousel. Rollercoaster is just too suicidal for me.

My dream guy has always been someone taller and charming. He who speaks with great confidence, he who looks at me with meaningful eyes, he who is smart enough to outwit my average brain and he who whispers the sweetest words to me when I am going to sleep. But sigh…! You can't always have everything your way…I understood that a long time ago.

I don’t like men who are too clingy and needy. And believe it or not, there are many like that out there. I give freedom, and I expect freedom.

When I was in high school, I was dubbed as the klutz. But of course, I was a cool, rebellious klutz. In fact, till this day, I can still be a klutz. I was known for doing silly things and having daftly rumpus occurring upon me every now and then. Ask my friends, they know. I am a certified airhead, no doubt.

There are many other things I am afraid of. To name a few…lizards, getting old and losing the people I love.

I won’t step out of the house with wet hair because I think it is kind of nasty to be walking around in public with wet, clumpy hair. No girls, wet hair isn’t sexy when you do it on purpose, out of your own shower.

I enjoy talking and having good laughs. I try my best not to judge people by how they look and/or by what they do or by what they don’t do. And I expect others to do the same to me too.

I am not gentle. Neither am I tender in the way I act. But I am gentle enough to have a few crying spells a year, soft enough to be touch on the exterior (banyak lemak..hahaha...!) and tender enough to care if not much, a little bit, about others.

One thing I am in for sure is that I am an exciting person. Really. Like really seriously. That’s why I am home on a Saturday night. Ain't that convincing alright? (Wink!)

Reviewing Hancock

2008-07-21T05:30:00.000-07:00

Here I am procrastinating again when I should be preparing for hectic Tuesday. But I am having this urge to blog again because I am home alone waiting for my prune-juice attack*. Un has left with a friend for Hellboy, which I do not want to watch because the hero is less appealing.

I am now here because of Hancock. I think it was a terrific movie because other than having the ever sexy Will Smith starring in it (he really is something), it wasn't like any other typical superhero-in-a-fancy-suit movie. And there was a deeper meaning to it.

The few things I learnt from Hancock...:

- That sometimes you can be so in love with someone but you can't be with each other for some weird reason... like for example you become this amnesic bitch when you are with the one you love but a whiz bitch when you're away from him.

- That in life, you can't have everything your way. When you get some, you will lose some. Like for an instance, if I want an A for a particular subject in school without studying for the exam, I'm gonna have to sacrifice my oral appendage to lick a lot of asses and kiss tens of butt cheeks (which I definitely won't do, so to hell with the grades!).

- That love is substitutable. If you can't be with John in order to love him, you can always love and live your life through Ray. Damn. Is it really that easy? Will Smith is not an easy task to forget.

- That kissing someone's wife in the kitchen while the husband was all tucked in bed upstairs(though the whole idea is somewhat exhilarating), could lead to a series of seriously unwanted circumstances.

- That there is no way you can really know anyone even if you have stayed with one for many years under the same roof. For all you know, your mom could be a superhero too!

- That not telling does not mean that you are lying (I might need to crap about this issue very soon).

- That having a taboo relationship is such a turn-on! Why oh why?

- That Will Smith really has good physique (I would love to be the injured lady cop, clinging onto his sturdy, thick shoulders helplessly).

- That Charlize Theron is hot.

So all in all the movie was cool, just the kind of movie I like. Very humanly with a twist of fantasy and sci-fi just enough to not turn it into another ordinary superhero flick. My blue-ribbon for Hancock!

* prune-juice attack : try drinking half a bottle of prune juice within one hour an you'll know what I mean..

WTF?

2008-07-18T07:14:00.000-07:00

Can anyone tell me...

What is the point of being educated when you don't even know how to use the toilet like a person who has seen civilization?

What is the point of scoring a perfect 4.0 on your CGPA when you communicate with another human being worse than a retard?

What is the point of getting straight As for every single subject known to man when you can't even treat another human with respect?

What is the point of getting your post-graduate degree when you can't even get your thought across correctly in neither your own language nor English?

What is the point of getting a degree at all when you can't bring yourself to talk to people of all level, of all races, of all nations and of all religions without judging them or without hating them?

What is the point of wanting to become a lecturer after you've completed all your degrees and super-degrees when you don't even know how to write or speak properly?

What is the point of writing tons and tons of research papers when all you actually did was copy and paste from someone else's writings?

What is the point of becoming a lecturer when you've never had any real life experiences on how the real world works?

What is the point of studying abroad or in an international environment when you can't even see the beauty of mixing around with people of all kinds?

What is the point of even studying and gaining knowledge when your knowledge of handling humans are plain sleazy?

What is the point of being so called 'intelligent' when you are actually a moron in disguise?

It is formidable to be in the know that such characters do exist. Even more appalling for me to think that we are actually sending our children away to schools and colleges and universities to be taught by these kind of people. People who demand for others to greet and respect them first. Worst still they claim themselves to be the friendly ones, the ones who provide good hospitality, who receive saintly teachings from the best religion in the whole wide world. When all they actually are, are just a bunch of horrid, educated beasts, too engrossed with themselves, thinking that they are above everyone else. Just who the hell do they think they are?

Sigh...

Honesty the Best Policy?

2008-07-16T06:19:00.000-07:00

I think I have been infested by trypanosomas. And I am having trypanosomiasis. The weird thing is that I have never been to Africa. Yes, I am having some sort of African sleeping sickness; or more like the Malaysian sleeping sickness in this case.

I was taking a look into my Financial Management subject not a few hours ago, trying to load some financial jargons into my poor scientific brain. I did not get further than the second paragraph of the first chapter when the words start to wobble and fade. Soon enough, I nodded away on the sofa with the book still on my lap. Maybe it was me or maybe it was just the subject that is causing me this sickness. I fell asleep in the class yesterday during lecture and woke up in panic when the lecturer threw me a question which I blindly answered, almost half-whispering, while trying my best not to look like I have slept off the entire period.

Anyway, that's not the point. I now have the intention of studying Business Ethics and Law but before I start boring myself with the book, I decided to take a detour into blogging. So, let's talk about honesty.

Would you tell someone the truth if you know that the truth will hurt that someone? We have been taught since young that honesty is never the bad policy, but is this true, really? I came across a quote by Carrie Bradshaw of Sex and the City (played by Sarah Jessica Parker) not too long ago. It says...

"I started thinking about honesty. Maybe the idea was overrated. Maybe coming clean is the ultimate selfish act, a way to absolve yourself by hurting someone who doesn’t deserve to be hurt. I cheated on a test in the fifth grade with two friends. They confessed and failed the class. I never told anyone, and it never mattered."

And upon digesting those words, I realized that there are so much truth in it. That honesty, isn't necessarily the best policy. Especially not when you know that what you are about to tell will hurt the other party like hell or will bother them so much that they couldn't think of anything else for the next one month except that hurtful truth you chose to let her/him know.

Take for instance, a girl asking her boyfriend if she looks fat in a particular dress. Now, to say that she actually looks fat in everything and nothing would be harsh even though that is actually the truth. But telling her so would probably make her go hysterical and that is definitely not an outcome any men would ever want. So he would politely say no and save the girl from being hurt and him from being the victim of something he shouldn't have said. He was being ethical and unselfish.

Let's take in another scenario when a relationship has turned so routine that one decided to jump it. Now, he knows that that would hurt the partner extremely bad, but for him to live on with lies are just something he won't want to do for the rest of his life. Plus, of course, the fact that he already has someone else tickling his fancies on the side provides another strong reason why he doesn't want to be in such monotonous relationship any longer. So, being the selfish bastard, he told the truth to his partner...

'Baby, I don't think we can go on like this any further. I don't think we have it anymore. I don't love you as much and even if we try, I doubt it will get any better. Look, I know the truth hurts, but I am just being honest. I don't want to fool you into believing that I love you when I am actually in love with someone else.'

Now, please tell me, which part of the above speech depicts a good policy? He was obviously being selfish and just by telling the truth does not give him any plus point. He shouldn't hide behind the honesty policy, pretending like he's not purposely being a bastard. He might as well says...

'Hey, I am one sick bastard who gets tired of the same old pussy.(Excuse my language, but I am trying to make a point) Therefore, I'm leaving for a fresh one, 'nuff said.'

The way I see it, at times, there may be no good in always telling the truth, let alone to describe that honesty is always the best policy because it may not always be. One should always consider if the positive outcome of being honest outweighs the negative. And if the negative outweighs the positive, and if one can still pull the non-selfish act, it will be wiser to just shut up. Because what they don't know can never hurt them.

So okay. I am going back to books. Umm... or maybe not. The sleeping sickness is kicking in again. I think I'll pass the books and go to sleep. (Grin!)

Brain Concussion

2008-07-12T02:56:00.000-07:00

I just wanna say that I have had one hell of a hectic week. Both with school and business. I won't elaborate in detail here because I am still feeling tense about the whole flow of situation.

And last night. Last night was one rough night. That is all I can say. I am spent. Have not slept for more than 24 hours. It's a curse that I am such an amnesic bitch last night and ended up giving everyone a hard time. (Guilty sigh...but still laughing at own stupidity. IQ of 135 indeed!) Agave tequilana was responsible for last night's harebrained incident. ;) Also, I am blaming part of my insanely quest last night on someone with an IQ of 138. Fancy making me walk and leave my car a block away!

I'm no longer feeling the concussion in the brain. Either it had totally subsided or my head just got used to it. Am also feeling overly sleepy right now, I think I could sleep while I walk. Think I'll sleep on the sofa again tonight while watching House over and over again. Ah..., that will be bliss!

P/s: There's a dead baby lizard near my TV cabinet and I cant bring myself to throw it away.

Pour Femme!

2008-07-02T02:43:00.000-07:00

I have been tagged by Chics many, many days ago. And I have been wanting to respond to the tag akan tetapi time-time tu la aku terlebih-lebih rajin untuk menulis bermacam-macam crap yang lain. Nevermind, I'm doing this now. This won't be much of a read but what the hell, I'm going to amuse myself with it.

My Foundation:

SK-II Sign Transform Foundation - The first time I bought it, aku terase macam tak best. I was thinking, apsal la aku beli brand ni when everyone else is crazy about Bobbi Brown or M.A.C. But after using it for the first time, I saw a different glow on my skin (terase diri macam extra lawa macam tu...hahaha!) and I know then that I don't want to use anything else other than this.

My Mascara:

Make Up For Ever Lengthening Mascara - Lengthening mascara la sebab bulu mata super pendek. The applicator isn't too big for my sepet eyes so it's good. Make Up Forever sebab murah.

My Day Cream:

SK-II Facial Lift Emulsion - No specific reason for this. I just know I need a day cream and I pick this sebab ade perkataan 'facial lift'. A 30 year-old would at least need that. And this one does the trick well enough.

My Essential Beauty Product:

For hair

+Redken Extreme Shampoo and Conditioner

+Redken CAT Protein Reconstruction Treatment

Tapi rambut tak lawa-lawa jugak. Ahh....!!!

For Face

+SK-II Facial Treatment Cleanser

+SK-II Facial Treatment Essence - the miracle water

+SK-II Advance Sign Treatment - for nights

For body

+Mandi lah pakai sabun. Hehe..! But for me body soap equals to shower cream/gel and bar soap adelah untuk cuci bontot after your number 2.

My Favorite Makeup Product:

Eyebrow pencil, eye-highlighter, mascara and lip gloss are the necessaries. I like gloss from Make Up For Ever because it smells nice dan tak bacin like some. Stuffs from Benefit are awesome too. And I am not compatible with anything Christian Dior. I'll get break-outs the next day.

My Perfume:

+Chanel Mademoiselle

+Bvlgari Blv

I wish I can find something else other than these two. But many years have gone while I search for interesting new perfumes. Occasionally, I would try something different but most of them turn into one-month-stand perfume. None match the above and I kept reeling back to them.

My Nails:

I love French manicure tapi takkan la 24-7 nak ber-French manicure kan. So once in a blue moon I would go for salon manicure. But normally I'll trim and buff my nails at home, by myself. My nails can never be truly short because they look real ugly that way.

My Feet:

Similar to fingernails. I use Dr Scholl's Pumice Foot Scrub when necessary.

My Hands:

Any lotion I can find. Ape-apelah janji lotion boleh sapu, jalan!

Three Beauty Products to bring on a deserted island:

Being deserted on an island means the situation is definitely uncalled for. So there's no way I'll have any beauty products with me. If I'm lucky, there'll be somewhere in my bag a lip gloss and/or compact powder (these would happen if I was going out for a hot date, heheh..!). But I can guarantee that I'll have a few sticks of cigarettes and some old receipts to assist combustion for cold island nights if need be.

Women I admire for their beauty:

I don't like the typical cute look in women. I think 'cute' is for girls and not women. Voting against cute, my list of admirable women sees...

+Claire Forlani (sexy full lips)

+Ali Larter (naturally sexy pout)

+Kate Beckinsale (mysterious beauty)

+Giselle Bundchen (just wow!)

Women with the Best Sense of Style:

+Angelina Jolie (always got it right in a sensible, no ridicule manner)

My Ultimate Beauty Dream:

+To have slender thighs. My thighs are chunky, yo! And also I would love to be 5 inch taller.

How Do I Define Womanhood:

+Womanhood is when a girl grow out of being tergedik-gedik tak tentu pasal.

My Favorite Fashion Publication:

+Nothing in particular. I easily fall for publications with good cover shots.

I am tagging:-

# Tyiara

# Satyiana

# Ruzanna (Roza)

# Mareena

# Sarah

# Farisha

# Liz

Ty-tanic

2008-06-30T17:17:00.000-07:00

There are some issues that the girls and I are biased about. I giggled whenever I think of it.

Around last week, I went out with Sarah for a hawker dinner somewhere in Setapak and as we were leaving, we saw that my car was blocked by another car. So being the temperamental me, I started cursing in no time and blared the horn. Sarah and I checked on the other car's handbrake, just in case the driver left it down, then we girls might be able to push the car away. But the handbrake was up, so we figured there was no point trying sampai terkencet dalam seluar pun belum tentu the car could move.

So, curse...curse...until Sarah saw a piece of paper written in Chinese with a mobile number on it. We guessed the owner of the car left the number for a purpose (We couldn't be more blonde at that time ;) Haha...!). Sarah called the number and told the owner that we need his car out of the way. We swore we were so pissed and I promised myself to give him one of my gruesome, bitchy look. But not a minute later we saw a guy in his office attire, rushing towards us, smiling. And the two of us went...

'God, he's cute...tak jadik la nak marah'.

And then it was that simple. We simply stared at him, smiled to him and to ourselves like a school girl, he said he was sorry and we simply waved to him and murmured...

'It's ok. No biggie..'

The verdict? Yup. We were being biased. Definitely.

There's another issue, where I also think that us girls were being prejudicial about. Me and the girls (Farrah, Mareena and Alek - ok Alek is not a girl but he's one of us girls for sure ;) ) all agreed that we cant tolerate our own kind if they speaks terribly broken English and yet are so confident and being haughty and cocky all at the same time. Not that I speak the perfect English but the fact that some people who tried so hard to 'ayat' the opposite sex dengan bercakap broken English dan mengeluarkan kata-kata romantis in English adelah sangat menggelikan dan sengal. We found that we would rather listen to him/her in our mother tongue than having to put up with their brain-cracking English and holding our breath for a loooong time.

However, on the other hand, we girls raised the question...Would we have the same opinion towards a foreigner, for example, whose first language isn't English and speaks the language equally bad? And all of us ladies said.., we wouldn't mind a bit.

And the verdict for this? Prejudice, yes. But a justified one. Mainly because English is the only way to converse with them. If it's our people, there's always another choice, that is Bahasa Malaysia. Ok true, we speak to improve but bragging and acting augustly aren't necessary. The combination of bad English and arrogance is oh so sordid. Something like telling the world that they've been everywhere and wearing all the designer's brands life could offer in loopy English. It makes me want to tell them...

'...with that much money you have, can't you like take up a basic English course or something? You should at least know that it's mean and it means bring different meanings...'

I know. I am no angel and imperfect. You can bash me, blame me and chastise me, but I will always be me. Like Ne-yo said in one of his songs...

'...I got a problem and I don't know what to do about it,

even if I did, I don't know if I would quit, but I doubt it...'

And I won't quit.

All Mixed Up

2008-06-30T09:15:00.001-07:00

Schools's starting next week. I'm doomed. I have been 90% off carb for 3 days and I don't know if it's really gonna work. Can't wait for the bitches holiday in August. And I don't wanna go to school. Am missing working life, and by that, I meant office job and not waitress-ing.

Warrick Brown is dead and now I have one reason not to watch CSI. Why Warrick? Why do they always take the good-looking one away? Just like Spiderman 3 when Harry died (the guy was super hot even with his face scarred), damn! Luckily Grissom is still around to cheer me up in CSI. And I bloody hate Toby Mc Guire.

It's midnight and there's nothing to watch on TV. It is also a waste to sleep early so I watch Chuck. The next 3 days will be crazy busy. And next week will be devastating.

I'm A Broken Machine

2008-06-13T18:52:00.000-07:00

I want to be right but I don't want to be righteous. As much as possible, I will only give my opinion and hardly any advice. I am not a goody-two-shoes and I am far from being pious.

I believe in understanding what we are doing rather than just being ritualistic and not understanding anything. I hate doing something just because everyone else is doing it and I need to do the same in order to look 'normal' or 'good' in their eyes.

Like for example, let's say I got myself married to a jerk and later realize that I need to get a divorce. But divorce is considered a bad thing to many people and the title 'janda' is also not a pleasing status to my community. So now, how do I decide? Should I continue being married to a jerk and please the people? Or should I just trash him from my life? Believe it or not, many people out there would rather please the community than themselves. They'd rather be 'normal' and 'good' to the others than to themselves. Poor thing, huh?

And then there is this issue about self-righteous people. Like, dia je lah yang betul, orang lain buat semuanye salah or something like that. They looooovvvveeeee giving advice. Even if you don't ask for it. They adore playing 'kakak'/'abang' and are constantly trying to correct you in every way possible. It won't be long when you would feel like you are a broken machine, in constant need of fixing. What they don't realize is that they are trying to turn you into them, which they assume as how an 'ideal' person should be. Just like them.

Example again, I know someone who is constantly criticizing and correcting other people's children. You'll hear them say...'haaa..anak si anu tu memang dah tak boleh nak diselamatkan dah...dah lior (liar) sangat....' - tapi anak dia macam setan die tak perasan la pulak kan..?

There was this another instance when I was working on my first job after I graduated from college. It was one lunch time when I asked one of the auxiliary police in my office for a favour - belikan aku roti untuk lunch. This police guy has a habit of claiming excess overtime pay even if all he does during those overtimes was merely sleeping or talking on the office phone. Other than that he is also the type whom I would call, 'pretending to be religious'.

So, I asked for his help to get me some bread. When he finally came back, he gave me the bread and the balance of my money, RM2. So I told him,

'Cik Mat (bukan name sebenar), takpelah RM2 ni cik Mat simpan jelah. Terima kasih sebab tolong belikan.'

Honestly I would have been okay if he didn't want the money and just say so, but instead, he said...

'Eh janganlah macam tu, duit ni kalau kamu haramkan nanti haramlah kalau jadik darah daging saya...'

I was stunned upon hearing that! I mean why the hell would I haramkan? Didn't I already tell him that it's okay to take the money? Ape duit aku tu die consider haram ke? Adekah die ingat aku ini bekerja di office ni sebagai stripper?

So I said this in retaliation,

'Cik Mat, kalau RM2 ni nak kire haram, macamane pulak dengan duit claim overtime yang beratus-ratus kasik makan kat anak bini? Padahal bile overtime bukan buat keje pun. Tak haram ke duit tu?'

With that, I could see his face flushed and he kept his mouth shut. I then left the scene.

I'm not asking for much here, only for people to think before they vomit any advice or words of 'not-so-wisdom' to other people. Try not to speak as though you are an infallible person because chances are, you are not infallible. Not you, not me. In fact, none of us are. So fix yourself before you try to fix others. Can?

Keep It 100

2008-06-08T17:22:00.000-07:00

It's pretty funny and disturbing when once in a while you learnt that some of the friends you used to know are actually shallow thinker, judging and moronic.

They were not born as saints. But once they reach that point in life when they are married, have kids, wearing 'tudung' and dressing up like 'makcik', they get pretty smug with themselves and everyone else who aren't like them are bad influences and losers!

These kind of morons could be real nice to you, claim that you are their friend and grab every chance they can to talk and chat with you even if you aren't interested with their silly married life and hearing them talk 24-7 about their kids (macam dia sorang je dalam dunia ade anak).

And then, there will come one day when they finally found out that you happen to be a smoker, an occasional drinker, knows how to have fun (other than visiting parents-in-law every weekend) and have a totally different opinion towards life and marriage - they turned cold, fled and stopped being your friend altogether.

Funny, innit? Knowing that these kind of people exist?

Like how could you even figure that out in your peanut-sized brain that oh, I smoke and drink, therefore I must be a whore. I mean, what about you? You were the office slut before you were married, I didn't judge you for that. Owh, I forgot, you WERE the office slut, but now you are a saint and that gives you all the rights to judge me. Well, excuse me, miss, you can keep your judgement to yourself. I won't die just because you think I am a bad person. If you think I'm bad influence in your little perfect life and I am an illness to you as a friend, bear in mind that I never once asked you to join me in my little hell (if that's what you called it). Urrgghh! You disgust me, you know that? More than the carcass of a road-killed dog.

So, woman, kindly take your big, chunky, 'makcik' ass and 'makcik' brain out of my life and get lost! Don't even think of even saying hello to me in the future. You can flock together happily with all your 'makcik' pals (whom you think are so 'bagus'....oh wait, even though they are 'bagus', it doesn't mean you won't talk about them behind their back, right?). Then, you 'makciks' can talk about your husband and children and compare who has more 'gelang emas' all day long, okay? I'm still keeping it 100 - no matter what you think!

Hotel California

2008-06-01T00:49:00.000-07:00

I am trying to delete my Friendster account. It's my second attempt today but it seems like every time I click on the 'proceed' button, it will give me a bad server connection page.

I am starting to think that what Zamrud quoted to me not too long ago about an article he read on this issue, has an intense amount of truth. Friendster is indeed Hotel California. Remember...?

Last thing I remember, I was
Running for the door
I had to find the passage back
To the place I was before
relax, said the night man,
We are programmed to receive.
You can checkout any time you like,
But you can never leave!

So folks, I guess my account will just sit there and remain idle...!

Olla Podrida

2008-05-31T06:06:00.000-07:00

There's only another month before school starts again for me. Yeay and yeay-not.

Not more than 36 hours ago, someone else's plan B was my plan A. Pathetic, yes. But later in the day, I took matters into hand and discard the lame plan A totally. The moonstruck one and I made a grand new plan.

Moonstruck came over. The erratic one came by a bit later and then both of them left together.

I woke up with a strange feeling yesterday morning. Couldn't figure out why but as the evening dawned deeper into the night, I was made happy with news from the ravishing one. And then everything fell into place. The ravishing one was the answer to my mysterious, weird mood.

I have been under sleep deprivation for two nights in a row now. Need to catch up on hibernation tonight.

And this post doesn't make any sense.

Human Factory

2008-05-25T17:50:00.000-07:00

My issue today is about 'beranak banyak' or couple/family who have far too many children than they could afford.

In recent days, giving birth to a child means more than just about reproduction of your own kind. Everyone knows that delivering a child into this world come with a huge set of responsibility. It is by general, the parents' duty to ensure that they could afford to raise the child and provide him/her with quality living.

I have heard these words being uttered too many times before...'Anak tu rezeki. Setiap yang lahir tu adalah rezeki dia...'. Memang la rezeki tu ade tapi kalau the parents tak usaha untuk dapat rezeki, takkan rezeki tu nak datang free-free je kan? Ok, true enough that every child are born with blessings. But if parents fail to consider the fact that whether or not they can actually afford to feed their own babies and provide them with necessities, how can they even think that the child will be blessed irregardless? God can give human being with only so much blessings. The rest is still up to us human beings to maintain and nurture the blessings using our logical brains.

Allow me to demonstrate via this example...

Let's say my partner and I is a couple with a monthly household income of say, RM5000. Thinking in an analytical mode, I should be able to come to a conclusion that I can only afford to have one child; providing him/her with the minimum quality of living. That, can easily cost me RM1000 a month and the rate will increase as the child grows up.

Or, I can put on a naive mode and believe solely on...'Oh, nevermind, I can just give birth to as many children as I can. The children will be some sort of my future investment. When they are all grown up and have their own careers, I'll feed on their fortune. The more children I have, the better my life will be when I'm older. There will be ways to feed them, I can think about finding the money later. After all, children are blessings. God will help.'

What will happen next is I will give birth to a dozen of babies, and then have a hard time raising them because I don't have enough money (the rate of my annual increment of salary will be slower than that of my production rate of human beings). After which, I can't even send all those children to school and they have to work odd jobs in order to survive on their own. And when things have become too difficult, I will either go crazy and kill myself, sign myself in under a pimp (itupun kalau laku lagi la...hahah...!), or I can choose to be slightly smarter than anyone else by going to the media and tell them my sad story of life. That way, people will took pity of my whole situation and I can then start feeding on welfare. Brilliant idea, huh?

The point I'm trying to put forward is, please think before you decide to bring another human being into the world. Please mature up a bit and understand that love and affection alone isn't enough. As much as we want to believe that material is not everything, up to a certain degree, having sufficient materials still make the score. Bringing another human being into life is just like buying a car. You can't just buy it without weighing the monthly installment and the cost of maintaining it.

Also, jangan la mengharapkan for the child to provide you macam datin-datin in the future when you in the beginning were so selfish, pakai beranak saje banyak-banyak without thinking of the children's welfare. Of course, it is also the children's duty to repay back your deeds of bringing them into life, but is it fair when you in the first place make babies without using your brain? You simply squeezed them out into the world (just for the sake of having offsprings), and then voila! The children owe you for life. That is so not right.

So think, ok? And be wise. The best is still to be prepared for whatever responsibility you plan to adopt. Work for the money before you decide to have babies and not have children first then think of the money part later. After all, these are just common sense, right? And yet, how can some people not think of it that way?

My Dream Shawty

2008-05-24T07:16:00.000-07:00

What do you hink about him? To me, he's abso-fucking-lutely sexy!!! Dreamy eyes, scruffy appearance - I can now forget about Bobby Chin.

I was watching Maroon 5's video clip - 'She Will Be Loved' when I realized...Hey, I can watch this clip over and over again just to look at him and hear him sing. Adam Levine is just super-everything!

Body Box

2008-05-08T22:03:00.000-07:00

I am trying to get slimmer. Am trying to shed some 4 kilos from my current weight of 54 kilos. Yes people, I am that heavy and only 162 cm tall (not tall enough, some people said..).

The only exercise I do these days is swimming, very minimum, maybe 3, 5 laps max. That alone is not enough. I have stopped jogging totally since the place where I used to jog near my apartment has officially become a mini jungle. The last time I jogged there cause me to sprint like a lunatic around the bushy track from fear of being abducted by alien. Though it may sound like a good exercise, I chose not to be too friendly with the wild, just in case I may bump into some unwanted creatures...like snakes or giant comodo lizards, which I really don't fancy.

Reduce my 'makan', I already have, not very effectively though because whenever I'm around family or Un, I am bound to eat. Of course, who can tahan kalau emak dah masak sedap-sedap, kan? Whereas with Un, it's always about exploring new places to eat, which I totally dig.

I am also trying to quit smoking. Lately, nicotine intake has been reduced to about 5 sticks a day on average, which I think is great improvement. Talking about that, I remember that I'm suppose to be seeing Dr Zac to be the guinea pig for a new quit smoking medication program. I'll see if it works, if it does, maybe the girls should try it too.

I have been considering slimming centres in my pursuit to be a hotter 50-kilo senorita but many told me those stuffs are just expensive. Effectiveness, zilch. Some actually suggested 'teh orang kampung' which makes me smile and wanted to laugh everytime I heard the name (I just think it sounds funny). The tea, (teh orang kampung) is suppose to make you crap uncontrollably (excuse my language), and with that, you are expected to lose some weight.

Maybe I should try the tea, since it's the semester break and I have plenty of time to visit the lav. Plus it should be cheaper than anything else. Am thinking that slimming centre should be my 'lastest' resort, or worse come to worst, I'm gonna have to opt for a lipo! Now, that will be a real nightmare...

P/s: Girls, have y'all gone crazy with Taaz already? Thanks to Chics for making all of us an addict.

Bells and Whistles

2008-05-07T20:04:00.000-07:00

I have been relying on technology this past few weeks to socialize...,which is pathetic, I know. And today, I am finally going out...., well not exactly 'out', but just having lunch at a friend's place later and chill. That's better than nothing right? My personal economy has not been experiencing any growth since Bandung so I had to opt for other resources in order to remain as a normal human being and not an android.

An issue I want to touch on today - How can you not love the person who has done so much for you?

How can you not love your sweet boyfriend when he has sacrificed so much for you and in order to be with you. When he puts you first and himself second in everything he does. It's impossible not too love such a darling, right?

And how can you not love your mom when she also has done so much for you? She may not be the perfect mom, but hey, she's just another human being. Good or bad, she must have done something for you which you sometimes choose not to see. How can you not love her too?

Love is just so conditional. You've gotta earn love. If someone loves you unconditionally, good for you, but that wouldn't be right cause you didn't earn it in the first place. And because you didn't do nothing for that love, you just don't deserve it. It's not yours, so you have no right to keep it and use it to your advantage.

It may or may not make sense what I'm trying to say. Blame it on the mouse arrest I've been under for many days. I burn less calories than those calories I earned. Ass is getting fatter by the minute. I'm in a shit-uation which is indescribable to anyone because of the fear of drowning people with my not so new dilemma. Think I better get going before things get shittier. So ta! for now. Am getting ready for Sarah's.

Soda Gembira

2008-04-30T18:40:00.000-07:00

So the trip to Bandung was just okay. Not too great, but not too dull. Plainly because I was with my family (that, can never be dull), plus this time around Qaseh is already with us. So there's always some running around to do.

Bandung in a way was a little overrated by Malaysian. Great place to shop, they say. Maybe if one is looking for buying textile and some branded goods from factory outlets with super low prices, then Bandung may be the nearest, the best and the cheapest option any Malaysian can have. But truly, the factory outlets wasn't that great. The weather, however was marvellous. Not too hot, cloudy most of the time and rained very little - just the kind of weather I like.

I am finally done with exams for this semester and am looking forward to great, lazy times with myself....if, I can even find time in between my huge, huge projects I have in store for 2008.

I am still in need of another holiday, perhaps with Un in it, or Mareena, or Sarah, or my family again. Only this time, I want a more relaxing holiday, not a shopping holiday which often ended up crazy, and blind. I want a holiday with ample time to watch the day goes by with little care. I want to be able to sip on some cocktails or mocktails during sunset and having a civilized chat with great company. I long for that change in environment where I don't need to see the same thing and the same people day in, day out...well, at least for one whole week. Yes, one good week would be just enough.

I would love to go to Kho Phangan with Pearl very soon, but I am just too broke! Thanks to Bandung, their soda gembira had definitely left me feeling un-gembira now. Hah...

One Long April

2008-04-19T18:10:00.000-07:00

I would love to write crap now, but I don't have the pleasure of time at the moment just yet.

I owe Managerial Economics another chapter and I should be finishing that by today because Tuesday is the exam day. I dread economics. It's too much for my poor, tiny, scientific brain.

I read the prologue to Barack Obama's Audacity of Hope last night before bed and I've decided that I want to read the whole book. Seems interesting. But I can only do that later in May. By the looks of what I have in store for May, I am beginning to doubt that May is anything but relaxing!

I went to One Utama yesterday with mom and Pearl with the objective of getting some macarons from Bakerzin. Guess what people, I just knew this was going to happen. I went there and saw no macarons, so I asked. To my dissapointment, they told us that Bakerzin have stopped selling those macarons! I felt like crying. So Ainnie, I guess our quest for macarons in KL, has just went *poof!*!

And I've met little Chester last Friday.

That's about it for now. I am going down to savour some molten brandy truffles that came all the way from the Netherlands. Our lessons learned right, Ida? Heheh...Nevermind. I still love you no less. Thanks, doll!!

New Love and Et Cetera

2008-04-09T18:16:00.000-07:00

Hello. Today I'm feeling much better because I have finally found someone to beat up yesterday. Well umm, but I didn't really beat him up, it was more like I bitched up with him about Dr. Moron's issue. Thank you, Jason for listening and responding to my voice of terror. Heheh..

I am happy today because like Zamrud said, the semester break is just round the corner and I'm looking forward for some family trip by the end of this month.

I am also happy because the other night I watched the movie, 'How-To-Make-An-American-Quilt' and fell in love with it. Simple movie but thoroughly meaningful.

Also, this morning I woke up and remembered the taste of wonderful macarons that Pearl brought home from Beverly Hills earlier this week. But upon realizing that I can't find those macarons here in Malaysia, that thought turned sour. No wonder Fid was begging me to make those little things...After tasting it, I am now beginning to beg myself to make them too! So, ok Fid, I promise you, I'm gonna start my own macaron war pretty soon.

I am looking forward to meet Sterling next week. And this Saturday, I'm meeting the girls from BRGS for dinner and also going to Daiana's birthday party (psst..., Mareena, are you going to Daiana's?).

So I shall be busy, busy, busy up to the end of the month. May will be a much better month I hope, when exams will totally be out of the picture.

Just Because...

2008-04-08T05:44:00.000-07:00

Today a jerk with a doctorate degree who bears the title 'Tengku' pissed me off. I don't know which title is responsible for him behaving like such an arrogant asshole. What makes him think that it is ok to humiliate and belittle others sesuke hati die? Sigh...some people have all the education the world has to offer and yet they are the biggest moron on earth! Honestly, he has got on my nerve since day one of this semester. And because of him, I came up with this...

Just Because...

Just because you possess all the worldly degrees and papers, it doesn't mean that you can allow your dick to be as big as your head.

Just because you earn RM 6K a month, doesn't mean you can afford another girlfriend/mistress in addition to the wife and a kid you already have. Like, hello...!! How can you even think that RM 6K is enough for a fourth person in your life?

Just because someone knows how to dress up and is a little fashionable, it doesn't mean that they have no brain and stupid.

Just because you are a little intelligent, it doesn't mean that you have to look ugly and unattractive.

Just because you happen to be ugly and unattractive, it doesn't mean that you are smart either.

Just because you shop at Zara, MNG and Topshop it doesn't mean that you are a high class person who craves for branded products. So stop the lagak dan bercerite2 kepade satu dunia yang kau tu kelas gile, until you exclusively and strictly do your shopping in high end designer's boutiques.

Just because you happened to do something foolish (you know what..) during your late teens with some bumhole you were attracted to in high school, it doesn't mean that you have to be married to him for the rest of your life. You don't have to marry him at all if he has nothing good to offer you in the future. One mistake should not be covered with another.

Just because you are married, it doesn't mean that it is ok to describe all your juicy romance stories yang geli2 to everyone. Because we know that you are not married to Angeline Jolie or Brad Pitt, please spare us the detail dan statement2 lucah of your encounter with your partner. Imagining you and your smeagol/gollum look-alike partner cooing at each other certainly makes everyone wants to puke.

Just because you are married, it doesn't mean you are now 'we'/'us' all the time. He/she may be the best thing that happens to you, fine, but do everyone else a favour and keep the thoughts to yourself. Boleh la cakap sekali due to the entire world, but after three times, don't you think we all know it already? So enough la ok..

Just because you make a few tv appearance dalam rancangan yang tak glamour yang orang tak tengok sangat pun, doesn't mean you are a celebrity and that not everyone deserves your friendship. Oi, for all you know, orang tak tau pun kau tu sape. So stop 'perasan'ing.

Just because you're married to someone who earns quite well, it doesn't mean you have to be their slave and follow whatever he said and have no life.

Just because a person happen to be a hooker, it doesn't mean that they are stupid, unhappy or living in misery (am referring to the previously known child prodigy Sufiah Yusuf aka Shilpa Lee). For all we know she earns a lot more than any of us. So stop referring to her as 'the sad story of Sufiah...'. She choses that path because she want to. So leave her already!

Just because and just because...

I could go on and on about this, but I'll spare you guys from having to read this fired up entry. Oh my mood is so tak baik and I think I need to beat someone up physically. Oh well...

Sleeping? Absolutely Not!

2008-03-25T23:39:00.000-07:00

I know. I have not been here for a pretty long time. And no, this blog has not gone to sleep. At least not yet. I was just, you know, busy, with stuffs... Lots of stuffs.

I am typing away in my Organizational Behaviour class, ignoring the presentation that is going on in front. The class is small (only 20 students at the most) and it's kinda obvious when you're not listening to the presenter, but at this point I don't think anyone bothers. Looking around, I can see everyone else is doing their own business... e.g. bergossip, termenung, tido and surfing the net (that's me).

Mr Zamrud (my classmate) would probably classify this as unethical, heheh..but I can see him gossiping away behind me too. Just kidding ah, Zamrud, jangan amik hati. Well, not that I don't like this subject or the lecturer, it's just that this subject is so relaxing and so interesting in its own way. Plus, the lecturer gave so much freedom to us that orang-orang macam aku di sini telah meng'abuse'kan kesenangan ini.

Ok. Faizal the last presenter today is almost done with his presentation. Guess I should round this post up. See you again in a fortnight. I'll be free by then. Will go home to Chocolatier now. Ta!

Let Us Bitch

2008-02-07T22:06:00.000-08:00

Eventhough I have one huge assignment to think of and is at the moment in a state of panic, I still feel like I need to do this. After all, this would be like taking an active break from heavy thoughts on that mock internet business proposal I had to do.

I read my sister's piece of note on Facebook yesterday, and here I am, thinking about the words she said in that note again today. Quoting her thoughts: Is it really right for us to label anyone as a bimbo just because she doesn't know politics and history? Well, if that is right, then surely it must be right to also label one who knows so much about politics and history, but knows nothing of science and math, a bimbo. It doesn't sound right, kan? Well, that simply concludes it. One does not become a bimbo just because he/she lacks knowledge in one or two relevant field. Especially not if it's just politics and history. Excuse me, knowing your history/politics doesn't make you Einstein. So sister, if you're reading this, tell them to f**k off. Hmmm....I wonder if they really define 'bimbo' as 'a woman who doesn't know her politics/history' in the dictionary.

I too, realize that people often misjudge others when it comes to how they look. That if they look good, they must be stupid. Or if Muslim ladies don't cover up their locks, they're bad ladies. Does being smart and clever always comes with ugly physiques? Sounds stupid, but there are people who are stupid enough to have those kind of judgment.

And of course, kalau pakai tudung tu adekah confirm baik? Nowadays, I can see many who doesn't cover up for religious sake. They cover themselves up only out of fear of their parentss, or they cover up because certain rules require them to. And believe it or not some wear tudung for fashion sake, cause say, maybe they are born with bad hair and decided that they look better with it than without. What is the point of bersusah-susah memakai tudung lepas tu when you are away from your family, you decide untuk berseksi-seksian, and lepas tu pakai tudung balik when you come home. Good lord, boleh decide betul-betul tak ape kau nak buat sebenarnye? I don't have anything against people who wears tudung or don't wear tudung, nor do I have any problems with people who wears tudung and later decide not to wear it. But I do find that it is somewhat disturbing to see individuals yang hari ni pakai tudung, esok, untuk occasion sekian dan sekian tak pakai plak tudung. Sorry if I offend anyone when I say this, but kau ni split personality ke ape?

And one more thing, I hate last minute planning. I hate, impromptu decisions especially when I already have my own plans all laid out first. Like deciding to go holiday tomorrow when I have plans to finish my assignment in this few days. Boleh tak decide awal-awal? I am not asking for months ahead of planning, I'm asking for just at least 3 to 4 days ahead. Is that too much to ask for?

And yes, I know, I am such a nag. But nevermind, it's my blog after all, innit? At least I'm happy with what I have. Family and friends.

Low's Peak

2008-02-03T17:00:00.000-08:00

I just got home last night, with two absolutely busted knees, sore ass cheeks and painful leg muscles. But I knew I had to do this above everything else. The last four days I spent in Kinabalu Park, wrestling with the mountains. And now I'm here to brag about it. Heheh..

The Initial Climb
There were 7 of us. Saty, Zamri, myself and four of Zamri’s colleagues (Zack, Azmy, Zahid and Aiman).

We began at 9 a.m. that Friday morning, starting off our journey from the Timpohon gate. We were told by John, our guide/porter to reach Laban Rata, (which was located about 6 kilometers away from Timpohon) no later than 5 p.m. that day.

Laban Rata is the temporary lodging place for climbers of Mount Kinabalu to rest and prepare themselves for the next climbing chapter to the summit. The trail up to Laban Rata varies in its level of difficulties. The first four kilometers were mostly about climbing up tree roots, steep stairs and muddy grounds; the typical rainforest trail which proved to be the most icky part.

Saty and I moved together at all times, while the men shot up the trail quickly. Zamri stayed close to us as much as he can. Every kilometer or so, there will be a shelter provided for climbers to rest and recharge, berak and kencing if necessary, walaupun it’s a bit ewwwwwyyyy…Up till the third kilometer, Saty and I were the most corot, hiking up one step at a time like a grandma.

We had our lunch at the fourth kilometer shelter because it rained. Our packed lunch was provided by the resort. It consists of three slices of cheese sandwiches, a tiny fried chicken, two spring rolls, a hard boiled egg and an apple. Apekah itu lunch? Kami nak nasik!!! Tapi ape boleh buat, we had to eat that, or die of famine by the ravine. I only ate two sandwiches and a spring roll. Saty hardly ate, everything in Sabah seems to taste weird to her except the seafood.

The fifth kilometer was the most beautiful and Saty and I found it to be the easiest. We have left our group of men after the third kilometer shelter to be on our own. The men were snails towards the end. We kept our pace, slow and steady, stop whenever we feel like it, but never more than 2 minutes. The hiking poles we brought with us prove to be very useful during the climb.

The last kilometer, hati sudah ade sikit panas. Mainly because the beautiful and easy trail ended and we were on stony grounds with loads of trees around. The map told us that there will be one final shelter before we will finally reach Laban Rata. Tapi jalan punye jalan, tak jumpe-jumpe jugak that particular shelter. Our legs were already tired and mood pun dah hilang because we have been walking for close to 6 hours. We dragged our feet up a little more and soon enough, we saw a glimpse of a building in front of us. We were crazily glad when a porter who walked by us at that time told us that we were already in Laban Rata.

Zahid and Azmy arrived 15 minutes after us. The rest followed by about 2 hours later. In Laban Rata, we settled in the hostel, as in berbaring-baring dan bertido-tido, giving our bodies what they deserve before we begin again for the peak after midnight. We woke up at 6 p.m., had dinner, slept again and woke up around 1 a.m. for the climb.

The Summit Climb
The summit is 3 kilometers away from Laban Rata and the guide told us that the climb will be more painful. We started off at around 3 a.m. We had our headlights (lampu angkat taik) to walk in the dark. It was 8 degrees Celsius in Laban Rata and we could not imagine how cold it will be up in the summit.

Even though we have rested, we realized that fatigue has not really worn off our legs. The first kilometer was truly hard for all of us. Zahid was the only one in our group to shoot up first while the rest of us were left struggling behind. Saty had numerously expressed her intention to turn back and retire. In the darkness and amidst other climbers that whizzes by, I lost Saty, and was on my own with Azmy and Zack. Zamri and Aiman, was nowhere to be seen. They were lagging far behind and would probably catch up with Saty soon.

Further up, the air gets thinner, and after one hour walking on stony forest grounds, the hard, cold mountain granite stood before me. It was getting harder to breathe. As climbers one by one grab the rope and swing themselves up the granite slopes, I thought about Saty and wonder if she did turn back after all. My lampu angkat taik is already out of battery and the spares are with Saty. Pandai kan pegi hiking bawak bag share-share..I panicked a little bile mengenangkan macamane aku nak climb around the edge of the mountain without my headlights. But to my surprise, Cik Kering (Saty) rupe-rupenye was just 5 minutes away from me. While I was busy wondering how to survive for that climb dengan takde battery, takde air and takde power bar, tibe-tibe I heard somebody called me, “Nanah!!”. Oh ok, that was Saty alright.

From that point Saty and I were back together. We scaled the granite slope one after another. In the dark, everything was so scary. Ravines loomed underneath and around us, and the wind was blowing a strong gale over our heads.

At around 5 a.m., we reached the checkpoint in Sayat-Sayat, just a kilometer away from the summit. We have left four of our men behind and only Zahid were ahead of us at this point but he was nowhere to be seen.

The climb ahead of us was only made of granites slabs and stones. At times we would have to utilize the climbing rope and at other times we would have to walk up very, very steep slopes. We heaved ourselves up, not willing to give up just yet. We found Zahid on the way, sitting on a stone slab, holding his water bottle with its broken strap. He said he would have to wait for the other men cause he could climb no further with a broken water bottle strap (he didn’t bring any bag pack for the climb and it will be impossible for him to grab onto those ropes with a water bottle in a hand) We had a bag with us but we didn’t offer to carry his bottle sebab kami tak larat la kan nak menambah beban yang dah sedia ade kat badan..

Saty and I walked hand in hand, walking against the strong wind, taking baby steps only to stop every 15 to twenty steps. During the stop we would either crouch behind rocks, squat on stones or simply lie down on the slopes. Saty said that she could sleep in this cold weather and closed her eyes. I told her not to even try cause she might end up sleeping forever in this cold weather. Our fingers were starting to feel numb, no gloves would be able to protect us from this freezing cold weather. Stalagmite and stalactite sudah mule terbentuk dari hidung. Our hingus were uncontrollable!

A mistake we made was that we were not properly insulated. We had underestimated Mount Kinabalu. I wore two t-shirts underneath Pearl’s flimsy windbreaker, two layers of track bottom, two layers of socks, a pair of gloves and just a newsboy cap to protect my head. Saty had three t-shirts underneath Pearl’s hooded sweater, two layers of track bottom, a snow cap that covers the ears and TWO pair of gloves which were not even equivalent to the thickness of one pair of sensible gloves.

Some 300 meters from the peak, Saty and I made our surrendering motion. We saw few climbers moving down and we decided to follow them. We won’t climb anymore. It was way too cold. We could already see a streak of redness on the horizon when we moved our ass down. We walked down about a hundred meters and saw the men sitting down on rocks and boulders, some of them performing the Subuh prayers. It was about half past 5 in the morning.

When we told them that we were going back, the guide almost immediately told us not to do so. Sangat rugi, kate die. Dekat sudah.., kate die lagi. Tapi, Saty and I said, tak boleh, sejuk sangat. And he said again, takpe sekejap lagi matahari naik panas la sikit. So after a number of coaxing and persuasions, we continued. The last 100 meter felt like the longest 100 meter of our lives. We dragged our feet, I now have an army hammock wrapped (pinjam orang punye) around my head and upper body. Saty now has an extra layer on top of the sweater, courtesy of a mamat Cina yang handsome (another fellow climber yang climbed up with us that morning).

And so finally, we made it up there. All seven of us. Six of us made it together, and our last member, made it too, 15 minutes later. At that time, we don’t look like manusia anymore. Sume dah tak maintain. Take a look..

The Descend
Even when we have reached the top of Low’s peak, the highest peak on Mount Kinabalu, we were not truly happy just yet. Cause we know, we have to face that tormenting road down. And descending is only more challenging than the already rough climb.

Sure enough, the journey down telah membuatkan kami sakit kaki maximum because we had to use our legs muscle a lot more to stabilize and control our movement. Saty and I slid down on our asses when the slope is too steep for us to walk down. At times we repel with rope. Motion yang terhentak-hentak made my stomach felt so bad till at this one time, bile perut aku memulas gile babs punye sampai tak boleh nak berjalan. So, I had to leave some souvenirs behind. Heh…

From the first descend, Saty and I were back in Laban Rata at 10:30 a.m.. We learned from Zahid and Azmy (who got there before us) that the other three men were way, way slower as they have their own issues. Zamri left tons of souvenirs for the mountains, Zack stopped to sleep half way during the descent and Aiman had cramped muscles.

We didn’t stop for long in Laban Rata as we need to check out immediately and head back towards Timpohon gate on that same day. It was necessary for us to reach down before it gets dark. We had a quick lunch and start our journey down. This final descend totally busted our knees. Saty and I took 5 hours to reach Timpohon (we thought we could make it in 4 hours). We trailed down the mountains like nenek kebayan dengan tongkat. A few porters who pass by us on their way up also pass by us again on their way down. Punye la slow kami ni.. Some of them gelak-gelak and hinted ‘Tak sampai-sampai lagi?’, lady porters would tell us to walk down slowly and carefully so we won’t hurt ourselves, and some even offered to carry us down. Tapi kami dengan gigih berjalan sendiri, tahu…?

Pkl 5 petang. Sampai akhirnye at Timpohon gate. Makan. Head to KK town. Check in, mandi for the first time in 3 days dan tido. Balik KL the next day.

Interesting Bits
Porters are the men and women who transport climbers bags/stuffs and supplies from Kinabalu Park all the way up to Laban Rata. They carry baggage and stuffs on their backs up to 30kg with a charge of around RM 8 per kilo. And they won’t carry if your things weigh less than 15kg. Our guide, John, who is also our porter, left Timpohon gate 2 hours after we left for the climb and he eventually caught up with us during our fourth kilometer. Gile hebat. These porters had huge calf muscles and could make it up to Laban Rata from Timpohon (with all the barang-barang yang berat-berat tu) in just 2 hours! Imagine that! Kami ni berjalan naik paling terror pun 6 jam. Aren’t these men and women amazing?!!!

The wooden hostel/accommodation we stayed in Laban Rata, had wooden bunk beds to fit all 7 of us. Despite the cold weather, water heater for the hostel was only switched on from 2:30 p.m. to 7:30 p.m. making it impossible to mandi at any other times. Sebab itulah aku dan Saty tak mandi selame 3 hari. From the day we left KL for KK, sampai la the day we got back to KK town.

Also, the extreme cold weather made it difficult for us to sleep. And the room had this heater that will only be switched on at 8:30 p.m. to 3 am. Once the heater was turned on, there was no way to control the temperature unless you turn the damn thing off. Or else the room will be freaking warm and you will find it hard to breathe. Aku yang mule berselubung sebab sejuk bedi tak boleh tido, by 9 p.m. mule berpeluh-pelih. The warmth woke me and I noticed sume orang pun tengah fidgeting in their sleep. A few had their blankets off, socks off, sweaters off and shirts off already. Funny sight. I turned off the heater.

Makan at Laban Rata was freaking expensive. A bowl of instant noodles cost us RM 9. And any other proper food would cost us minimum RM 15. Kalau nak spaghetti ke macam tu RM 25. Ini bukan 5-star hotel punye café ok, this is hostel café. The ambience and the smell remind me of the Dewan Selera during my school days. Mahal gile. But I think it’s appropriate sebab sume supplies memasak tu was carried up by those porters yang berpenat-penat bawak barang-barang ulang-alik ke Laban Rata tu.

Strategically Blonde

2008-01-26T05:51:00.000-08:00

I believe this is my first entry for 2008. I know, I have been idle for two months. Not that I have nothing to bitch about, I just couldn't find the time to do some serious bitching with the bitches. And believe me, I miss them bitchy bitches, so very greatly.

Let me update you on recent occurrences..

Last night, I only slept for 4 hours. Thanks to Saty, this morning I was dragged to a place in Hulu Langat where we did some serious mountain climbing exercise. Wanna know why? Yea, this fat lady here (me) will be going up Mount Kinabalu next week (trying to push herself to her limits la kononnya when actually, I am replacing my dad whose place has been paid and secured for the excursion tapi lepas tu tak mau pegi..). Thus, as the result from this morning's exercise, now I can't quite feel my legs. Neither can I tell if my ass is still attached to my lower torso.

The pipeworks in my apartment unit needed fixing that requires serious hacking of the apartment wall. The contractor came to repair it 2 days ago but he wasn't able to finish the job..(sangat suwey la ni...because until he's done, I can't turn on the water supply!). So yesterday, I woke up early, went down to the swimming pool in my swimming attire carrying with me my toothbrushing kit, facial wash, shower gel and shampoo. At first, I pretended that I was down there for an early swim (my intention adelah supaye tak nampak obvious sangat aku nak mandi kat shower open air tu..). Not long after that, I was showering away happily at the poolside shower with foam on my head and toothbrush in my mouth...(gile best..!! Ala2 spa di Bali).

If you don't already know, I am the kind of person who forgets where she parks her car in the shopping mall a lot more frequently than she remembers. And some couple of weeks ago, the day I went out for lunch with Mareena at Winter Warmers, I lost my parking ticket. And I only realized this when I was at the parking exit! I was pretty sure I had it with me and that I was holding it in my hand when I entered the car. So I panicked, reversed the car and pull it on the side (nasib baik takde kereta lain kat belakang time tu..). I ransacked my handbag, paperbag, plastic bag and all the bags I could find in my car (I swear, if my Lisa was equipped with airbags, I would have looked for it there too!) tapi tiade berjumpelah...Still panicking, I got out of the car and press the help button on the ticket console to talk to the operator. I heard the operator responding to my problem and she told me to, "go up...bla, bla, bla...help centre...bla, bla, bla...pay fine". Sighing, I walked back to my car and open the car door, sedih la ni sebab kene bayar denda, dah la duit takde. But then, at that moment, I saw a shiny card on the driver's seat - the parking ticket! And all along I was sitting on it. Nasib sangat baik, parking ticket dan duit saye selamat.

The end.

P/s : My fake eyelash extensions are now history. Qaseh boxed them out of my lids not so many days ago when we were fooling around. Boo-hoo...!!

P/s/s : Pearl is back. Ass bigger than ever. Hahah!!!

Faking It

2007-12-21T07:13:00.000-08:00

Today I got my eyelashes extended. Okay, I am one of those less fortunate people who was born with not much hair. Not up to the point of being hairless, but minimal hair. If I am a cat, I would be no Persian, but a Sphynx.

It hit me then how a lot of things in this world are fake. And if we think we are all original, and pure, and genuine, let's think again. We all fake it. Almost all the time or at least every other time. People purchase fake stuffs; fake DVDs, fake clothings, fake jewellery. People buy national car and try hard to make it look like an Evo. Ladies put fake fillings onto their bodyparts to look more buxom (bless me for I don't have to do this one). Cosmetic surgery evolves to help people go against the naturals. Everywhere we go, there's always something fake about things/people around us. If not their physiques, fake will be in their belongings and sometimes people also fake their nature, trying to be somebody they are not. There are some who even fake their blogs by copying other people's writings and claiming it's theirs (really they do, ask Chics, it happened to her). And of course, not to forget, the fake orgasm!

Admit it. We are all fakes. More often than not, we fake our feelings and emotions and our honest opinion in order not to hurt someone else. Right?

So are we a hundred percent real? Am I a hundred percent real? Possibly not. One thing for sure, I have my fake, extended eyelashes. But I figure, it's alright to be fakers. It's alright to be anything as long as you're not ashame to be it. So fake it for as much as you wish, but at the same time, be proud to admit that you are that - one big fake.

This and That

2007-12-16T17:21:00.000-08:00

While the girls (Mareena and Farida) are out there on the other side of the world, having a fabulous super crazy time in Rome and the ladies of the house (Mak, Saty, Pearl, Qaseh) are also out with Papa to Hana's wedding, I am here sitting at home, gobbling up a bowl of instant noodles.

Four nights ago, a sorrowful incident occured (May Allah bless his good soul). The family, except Pearl and I had to leave for Kota Bharu for a few days. I was left home just like today because I have been busy, doing my mysterious,shady business. My business, my secret, ok..? Heheh..

I took care of Poppa Guppy while mom was away. There were, not so many weeks ago Poppa Guppy, Momma Guppy and Guppy Guppy. But both Guppy Guppy and Momma Guppy had become the victims of cannibalism by Poppa Guppy who were the fattest of all. I transported Poppa Guppy from Puchong to Kajang in his bowl, but being the genius, I did not pour some of the water out to make transporting him easier. I carried Poppa Guppy in that bowl full of water and ended up shrieking everytime the car went over road humps or potholes causing the water to slosh around. Habis kereta berbau air ikan, tahu..?

Yesterday I had linner (the meal between lunch and dinner) at Ampang Yong Tau Foo with Sarah. It was a rescue mission for her and later after that we had our regular coffee chats. Any time spent with her is time worth spending. Next week will be another busy week, but I sure hope we have the time to lepak. Maybe this time I'll cook linner and bring it over to your place eh, nok?

Out of Gas

2007-12-11T18:48:00.000-08:00

I was trying to make myself some breakfast when suddenly, poof! The gas went out. And there sat my mini pancakes on the stove, uncooked. I went out almost immediately to get the gas, without showering and without even brushing my teeth. Okay relax, don't freak out, cause I did grab a Hacks to suck on. Not so bad la kan?

I have been using that one gas cylinder since two years ago. I never did expect for it to last this long. The longest I thought was maybe for a year. This only indicates one thing. I am a lazy cook. But I actually think I am already super 'rajin'. Heheh..Maybe not.

Now it has been like 20 minutes and that chubby little Indian gas boy is nowhere to be seen. Mane ni...? I'm starving and I'm determined to have that pancakes with corned beef and some sliced cheddar.

Oh, okay, here he is now. Gotta go make pancakes now. Ta!

Network Full Of Jerks

2007-12-06T21:01:00.000-08:00

Can a man be any more pathetic these days? I have seen many idiots and jerks using social utilities like Friendster and MySpace to advertise their need for sex/sex for hire. It only struck me as one word. Desperate.

This pathetic fever is quite an outbreak among Asian men lately. Or maybe I've noticed more Asian men reacting like a sex maniac because I am one Asian woman living in Asia. Irregardless, I find it very discomforting.

What the hell has gone wrong? And all these while I thought I've grown up in a community who consider sex as a taboo topic to be discussed out loud, let alone screaming out 'sex for hire'. Especially those that come from men.

I have had shares of messages/friend requests from numerous perverts (on MySpace and Friendster, that is). More on MySpace than on Friendster. But not yet on Facebook (I'm hoping for never). There was this one dude who has an outrageous profile, using captions yang sangat menggelikan like..'menjadikan hari-hari anda indah', 'sesiape yang berminat boleh tinggalkan mesej' and 'anu besar'. Urrgh...!!! I'd rather eat the testicles of a bull raw than getting acquainted with such a retard.

Is it freaking difficult to find girls out in the open these days? Or is it just you who scored zero for communication levels with women and whose middle name spelt 'LOSER'? Guys, guys, guys..., never ever do this please. I know my fellow male friends would never indulge in such a moronic act. I'm refering this to those males I do not know and who are suffering from this illness. Have some dignity. As much as men don't like cheap women, women don't like men who are always on mega sale either.

So fellas, get out and lose that programmer's tan you have on you. Quit sitting at home in front of the PC in your attempt to get into some girls panties. You wanna meet girls, go out and get to know them. Stop using Friendster/MySpace as an outlet of cheap advertising for your filthy operations. Yang heran tu, ade jugak women who actually accept him as friend. Ah, they are just truly rempit. And this is what they refer to as being 'open minded' la konon-kononnye. Cool and westernized....NOT. This is just plain thick, and lowly and uncivilized.

I would never want you as anything. Not even as my toilet bowl. Thanks, but no thanks.

Dirty Laundry

2007-12-05T17:19:00.000-08:00

I don't think the sun has any plans to do his job today. Maybe He's just lazy. The pool is a temptation in this kind of weather but I am still not done with my laundry. The washing machine is a semi automatic. Heheh..., I don't think this dinosaur is being used by anyone anymore. Sangat susah ye, sentiase nak kene 'be there' for the washing machine to start cycle, to drain water and to transfer the clothes to the other compartment for spinning. So I gotta wait.

You must think that I am not a rational person for doing laundry on a day where the sun has decided to take leave. Well, I am an optimist. The sky may be cloudy, but it doesn't mean a rainy day is guaranteed. Right?

Well, unlike the sun, today I have plans. I plan to vacuum the shack and scrub the bathroom. I truly hate wet bathroom. It requires hard work to keep clean.

I am also having a thought. That a person will hang on to 'a love' for various reason. Even if they realize that 'the love' is wrongly matched to them. Some hang on to love because of money. Some does it because of comfort and they're just too tired or can't be bothered to look for new love but at the same time can't live without it. Only a few actually hang on to love because they truly 'love', which is very, very questionable and creates so much reasonable doubts to me. Can you really love someone without reason/s? Is that for real?

People do things for many reasons. The above two, were merely done for survival. Hanging on. Be it for men or for women. But there are some who cling to love because of their partner's physique. I've heard phrases like, 'Oh I can't leave him/her, he/she's so handsome/pretty...'. Now that, is purely laughable. It's time to grow up, kid. Wake up and smell life, please.

Well, that's the thought part done. Outside, it's already showering. So much for being an optimist. There goes my fat busting exercise. And dirty laundry remains. I'm hanging on..

Trapped!

2007-11-25T21:32:00.000-08:00

This is the worst so far.

I was supposed to deliver some stuffs to a friend in KL during lunch time today. Also I have many errands to run like buying groceries and sending home mom's luggage bag.

Close to noon, I was all set and ready to go. I grabbed my car keys and the house keys and head towards the door. I wanted to unlatch the padlock but hey..., wait a minute...where the hell is the padlock key? I have the door key, the grill key, the access card and the mail box key still attached to the keychain. But where the hell is the padlock key?

It was only then that I remember...

Yesterday, I left Ascott at noon with Pearl and we were on our way to Gurney Heights to send Pearl off. However, we couldn't do so because of the Hindraf rally going on in KL, thank you very much. So, I brought Pearl back to Kajang instead.

Since Pearl will be working today, she insisted that she goes home a little later at night and that Mr. Dark Choc (Shahir Reza, heheh..) will send her back to Gurney. Only, Mr. Dark Choc came by quite late that I couldn't keep my eyes open to see my sister to the door. So I detached the padlock key from the keychain, gave it to her and said : 'Take this when you're going out and leave it in the mailbox downstairs. Esok pagi aku amik'.

This morning i should've gotten up early and go down with my boyfriend when he was leaving for work to get the key. But as usual, bile dah tido macam tak nak bangun, so I totally forgot about it. Thus my boyfriend left with his keys and I am left here at home without my key.

To make things worst, he won't be coming back. At least not until tomorrow. So Pearl, you've gotta come back here after work and rescue me. Now I've gotta go make myself some coffee.

P/s: My only hope is that this rescuer of mine will be able to rescue me for she is as big of a klutz as I am one. ;)

Live Life

2007-11-11T05:12:00.001-08:00

Mareena is leaving for Paris tonight. So yesterday we did our occasional chilling in Bangsar. It is not like she's leaving for France forever, but it will be like another two months before we could meet up again. I'm so excited for her, though it will be nothing new for her to be back in France. She had lived there for 6 years, so this trip will just be like a 'balik kampung' trip for her.

I concluded last night that there is so much more to life than just having fun. I've figured this many years back but day after day I found more evidence for this 'life' issue. The meaning of life is sooo, deep. I can't really say what life truly means but I sure know what it isn't. Life isn't about being pretty or being able to buy luxurious thing. Life isn't about finding a husband/wife. Life isn't just about living for your family and forgetting to spend time with your friends. Getting wasted/getting high almost every other night is also not what life is all about. So then, what the hell is life? Honestly, I can't even tell. All I know is that I have to learn to dig it until I die.

I am loving and keeping quality friends. We may not see each other every day but we do love each other and support each other always. I believe that that is how friendship should be. Giving each other space to grow and at the same time, nurture one another. That's a healthy friendship.

Pearl is coming back next week and we're gonna look for Qaseh's birthday present. Let me see..., what should I get for a one year-old?

What I Don't Know About Rempit..

2007-10-22T21:39:00.000-07:00

I've got nothing to do today other than wait for episode 5 to be online, and scrubbing the shower, and cook dinner, and clean up my mess...but I'm just gonna put those things on hold for a few hours.

I had a thought about rempit. Yes, I always have weird thoughts. And here I am today, thinking that rempit is not just a lifestyle, it is also an attitude and up to a certain point, I think rempit is an ideology taking place among individuals, sometimes without them even realizing its presence in them.

I figured some mundane characteristics that usually come with the word rempit...There is more to rempit than what we generally think.

Myth #1 - Rempit comes with a motorbike.

Not necessarily. Rempits do improve. Some of them bercita-cita tinggi, okey? And when they improve, they can get themselves cars. And when they have cars, they will continue rempiting with the car. Rempit can now be seen driving Kancil, Wira, Satria and yang lebih advance dan maju lagi might drive Honda ke Subaru ke and etc. They can still be identified though, through their driving style: cilok sane sini, bunyi enjin kereta yang macam motorbot, kereta yang terover modified ala race car dengan spoiler yang boleh beat the height of ekor kapalterbang dan sebagainye. So don't limit our thinking terhadap rempit that they only come in motorbikes sahaje. Those rempits in motorbikes are merely beginners to the much bigger rempits.

Myth #2 - Rempits are exclusively Malay.

Most rempits are Malays. True enough. But rempit does exist in other races and colours too. Rempit is a way of living. Do nothing productive in your life, you are a rempit. Party every other night and take crap and seldom get sober, you're a rempit too. Selfish = rempit, rude = rempit, shallow = rempit. Rempit think other people don't know how to have fun, just because others don't roll like how the rempits roll. Rempit thinks that being a loser is cool. So go look out for these symptoms and you'll find your rempit.

Myth #3 - Rempits are poor/come from poor families.

Juge tidak semestinye. Rempit is also a way of thinking. Pemikiran rempit doesn't have to come from poor or less fortunate people. Rempit juge tidak semestinye kampung. Orang kaye juge boleh menjadi rempit jike mengamalkan tindakan-tindakan dan tingkahlaku rempit like breaking the law, menjadi selfish tak hingat dan berlagak cool, bagus, bijak, handsome, cantik, macho tak kire tempat.

Myth #4 - Rempits dress up pretty bad.

Iwould say that there are rempits who dress up pretty well. These are the rempits in disguise. They dress up real nice, trying to fool others that they are no rempits. But in fact, they are the hardcore rempits. They try so hard to look good and to look classy and poise, trying hard to use English words in conversations biarpun la broken. In the end they just end up looking very, very, kelakar. And oh...! Rempit juge selalu ade attitude yang tidak boleh kalah and they will be pretty obvious about that.

Those are some of the myths solve. I've seen many people who have the basic rempit attitude and yet they are clad with sexy attires, expensive rides and having wealthy family. However, they are no better than the typical rempits with shallow heads, bad attitudes and pencil dicks! (Excuse me..). The end.

P/s : Why does diet solutions have to taste so bad? Aaargghh...! Sangat 'fear factor' bile meminumnye...! - Tyiana is on diet after hitting 53 kg on her weight scale.

After Eid

2007-10-17T08:05:00.000-07:00

So Eid came and went about 4, 5 days ago, with yesterday being my birthday. It was no fun having birthday when Eid is still in the limelight.

Lately I've been so lazy to blog. There's so many reasons to that. Classes are over for this semester and I won't be having any until late December. Here's what I've been up to lately...

1. Eid for one reason, turned me into one busy kitchen helper which further morphed into a couch potato.

2. I have been stuffing myself like a pig from day one (of Eid) until this day. Today I had dinner with the sisters at Shin-Ichi Japanese buffet restaurant. Those baby crabs and grilled eel were simply delish.

3. Tomorrow there is Kak Mas' (Sarah's sister) open house for me to attend. Another 'makan' event that would prove gluttony as one of my super power.

4. I am now a Facebook addict. It is so much fun. The only thing is that many are still in the dark about Facebook. I wish more of my friends on Friendster are on Facebook. Still, I won't be leaving Friendster like totally...In a way, I can still see a lot of goodness in Friendster. So I'll keep it.

5. I am now watching Heroes Season 2 online. It is already the fourth episode into the second season. Wednesday nights serve as my weekly dosage of Heroes as NBC aired the show every Monday nights in the United States. "I'm very excite!" ~ Borat.

Ok, gotta go. My Heroes is waiting...

Pointless Me

2007-09-29T23:57:00.000-07:00

I viewed Pearl's new blogspot page not a few minutes ago. She just moved her whole Friendster blogging page to blogspot.

The one good thing about blogspot is that readers could leave comments by being anonymous. That way, whoever yang tak puas hati with any written entry boleh lepas geram on the comment section and remain as an anonymous chicken.

Anyway, this is not the point of my entry today. And today, I am totally pointless. I have so many things to think of. It's the last week of school for me and every assignment, every presentation, every report and every exam seem to be occuring this week.

I am suppose to be writing that report about my previous CEO today, but I am oh-so-lazy. I just can't wait for this week to be totally over.

Mohinder Everywhere

2007-09-16T23:51:00.000-07:00

Yesterday when I went out to my yard to get some cooking utensils untuk masak for berbuka puase, a Mohinder (cicak) scare the hell out of me. It seems like Mohinders are everywhere today. Even if I don't always see them, I can feel their presence. I could sense that there's a Mohinder living under my couch sebab hari tu aku jumpe seketul tahi yang fresh and glistening on the floor near the couch. There's always that Mohinder who lives in my yard and there are like hundred more Mohinders outside who are waiting to invade my unit once I let my guard down. Esok nak beli more of those sticky lizard traps.

Today I started reading the online graphic novel version of Heroes. That will further quench my addiction towards this series. I am not sure when this addiction would end like the rest, e.g. Grey's Anatomy, Prison Break. But not CSI, mind you. I will never get over that!

Anyways, the graphic novel is cool and it gives different view of the story. Some scenes are not even on TV. I learned about the graphic novel when I was crazy hitting the Heroes trivia questions on Facebook.

I need to call my former company's CEO (not MAS) and schedule an interview. Tapi aku sangat malas hari ni. Sebenarnye macam hari-hari pun malas..

This morning I woke up at 5 am to have sahur. Sounds very unlikely but I had to because I need to send Pearl to the commuter station. It's her first day of work and dah alang-alang, bangun makan la sekali.

For now, I've got to continue my mission. The graphic novel.

Hungry Day

2007-09-13T01:11:00.000-07:00

It's the first day of Ramadan and I am fasting.

At 5 a.m. earlier today, ade orang gile yang mengejut aku and telling me that she's gonna come and sleep with me sebab dalam bilik die ade cicak. And there I was, stress pagi-pagi bute sebab kene dengar issue cicak which is definitely not my favourite.

I did not take any 'sahur' because the idea of waking up in the midst of my deep sleep adelah sangat unappealing. So I went back to bed and woke up later at 10 a.m. to see my living area had turned into a Hippie yard sale.

I also figured that I have some new pets. Dust bunnies. Heheh..! I know I should get rid of them tapi nantilah dah dekat-dekat raye nanti. Dust bunnies cute ape...

Last night we went for some kinda waxing party organized by a friend at her place in Tiara Kemensah. Makan free at her place, the first time I ate her cooking la kot, if I'm not mistaken. Kan, nok?

I recently bought a new convection oven and am planning to do wonders la konon-konon. So yesterday I baked some cupcakes using that new oven. Unfortunately, cupcakes aku accident and hasilnye adelah sangat huduh. Being me, aku menyalahkan oven baru for being new.

Now I am in Puchong, blogging away. Partly running away from having to entertain little Qaseh jadi buat-buatlah busy. I am still thinking nak makan ape later for breaking fast. I read Chics' blog and mouth began to water. Pearl pun sudah memekak-mekak kat tepi lobang telinga aku, asking me to go to some pasar Ramadan nearby.

Oklah. I'll go.

My Superpower

2007-09-07T07:42:00.000-07:00

I have finally discover what my superpower is. Nonsense? Read on..

I came home to my apartment after my marketing class earlier today. And because today being Friday, as usual I would be preparing myself to 'balik kampung'. Truly, my 'balik kampung' isn't a big deal, because 'kampung', where my parents are, is just in Puchong.

I was packing the essentials and in no time, I was done.

I grabbed the packed bag and suddenly remembered to call Pearl to ask if she needs me to bring home any of her stuffs for her. My sister is one forgetful nut. She forgets like, all the time. That's your superpower too, right, shya? Apart from making 'sarang'...?

After calling the nutcase, I entered my room again to get my watch which I forgot to put on.

I walked to my apartment door, slipped on a pair of slippers and realized that since I'll be in Puchong for the weekend, I should be taking some materials to study. (That is the skema me..) Hence, I went back in to get some of my buku sekolah.

Out again for the second time, I was in front of the lift when I had this feeling that I forgot to switch off the lights in my room. Tutup ke tak? Tutup? Ke tak tutup? So I walked back to my unit just to be sure. It turned out that I did turn the lights off. Haih...!!.

I reached ground floor on my third attempt. I looked at the keys in my hand and saw that I was not holding my car key. What the... Cursing, I took the lift back up to the apartment only to find out that my car key was not in the key container. Rupe-rupenye the key was in my bag all along! Sigh..I'm such a mess..

I went down, feeling pissed and lawak at the same time. Mainly because my neighbour must think that I'm some kind of a retard yang suke mundar-mandir keluar masuk rumah berjuta-juta kali dengan membawak beg. Very-funny-retardation I have here, according to Borat. I finally got into the car and was finally out on the streets. I reached Puchong safely without having any memory glitch in between. Heheh..! Sangat satisfied, alright..?

But now, I am about to go to sleep and I need to brush my teeth. And guess what? Terlupe bawak berus gigi la pulak...Bodoh..

Well, that, is my newly discovered superpower. It has been there all along, I just didn't realize it. On certain days, this is generally what would happen if my superpower is at work. Cool, eheh?

Now tell me what's yours.

Oh Well...

2007-09-05T05:00:00.000-07:00

Over the past few days I have been a 'Heroes' addict. Azrul bought the whole of Season 1 DVD and I have spent umpteen hours watching it. I would watch one episode after another until I feel like my head was going to explode. At one time, I was almost sure that I have developed my own superpower too.

I had all the characters running in my head for this whole week, even up till now. I slept with Mohinder, dined with Claire, showered with D.L., laughed with Hiro, hugged Parkman, dreamt of Peter, partied with Niki, had sex with Sylar (ooh..that bad guy with geeky look in bed!) and flirted with Ando (even if he has no superpower, I find Ando, like Mohinder, very handsome). And of course my forever love, Isaac Mendez. Too bad he died too soon.

I have to thank Tim Kring for creating a twistedly exciting series. Now I can't wait for the coming of the next season which will be premiering by the end of September (which will be in the US). That will be another god-knows-how-long the new season will be aired on our Astro. And thank you too, to Mr Kring for making me forget about all my assignments, presentations and exams. Now I am stashed under piles of works, and I foresee that I will be doomed for this whole month of September. Now that's a superpower!

P/s : It has been almost a month without Borat Sagdiyev. I miss my Borat with his fluorescent water panties. Very nice..Great success.

I Call It Weird..

2007-08-11T00:39:00.000-07:00

This was inspired by Sarah.

Mase aku dengan MAS dulu, I always noticed one thing about the people, especially the cabin crew and the technical crew. They refer to people yang bukan cabin crew or technical crew or yang bukan keje dengan MAS as 'outsider'. I found that very strange.

This conversation I had with Sarah not so long ago support the oddity of using that term 'outsider'.

Sarah : If a doctor who works in a hospital and his wife is neither a nurse nor a doctor and do not work in the hospital, do the people in the hospital refer to the wife as an 'outsider'? Ade ke diorang kate, oh doktor bla bin bla bini die 'outsider'..?

Me : Haah ek, takde plak.

Sarah : Habis tu apasal yang airline-airline crew ni suke sangat refer to people who are not in that business as 'outsiders'?

Me : Tah la aku pun tak tau nape. Diorang rase kite yang bukan airline crew ni tak special kot. Tak pun they see us as aliens agaknye. Which is very bangang and very shallow, I know. Tapi ape boleh buat.

Sarah : What makes them think that they are so special and have the rights to refer to orang lain as 'outsiders'? It seems to me yang diorang ni think that they are a superior race or something like that.

Me : Takde orang pernah cakap kat diorang agaknye..

Sarah : Entahla.

I honestly see this as something so astonishing. Why and what's with the word 'outsider'? Now, that's the mentality of people in the airline. They think they are 'one' and other people aren't up to their standards.

For example : a steward/stewardess would always think that they are prettier/more handsome, more glamour and more classy dari manusia manusia lain yang tak keje dengan airline. They think if they were to have any competition dengan orang yang bukan crew, depa ni confident depa boleh menang, biarpun la lawan die tu sebenarnye lagi cun dan lagi berotak dari die. Little do these stewards/stewardesses know yang sebenarnye diorang tu taklah sehebat atau sekelas mane pun..

Another conversation I had a long time ago when I was under the wing of MAS. The stewardess I was working with was having an affair with one of the pilots.

Stewardess : Boyfriend I dah lame tak call I. Kalau sibuk dengan bini pun takkan la lupe I terus.

Me : Biarla, tu kan bini die, family die. U jangan la nak berharap sangat.

Stewardess : I heran, ape kurangnye I, bini die bukan cantik sangat. Macam kite ni mesti la cantik, kan? Kalau tak takkan kite jadi stewardess?

Me : Cantik ke stewardess? (Lepas tu aku terus malas nak layan minah shallow ni. Sebab kalau aku layan nanti tak pasal-pasal aku akan start memaki).

Yang pilot-pilot pulak think that they are the hottest thing yang boleh masuk dalam mane-mane kain pompuan especially stewardess la. Lebih heran lagi tentang pilot ialah kebanyakkannye takde ISO standards. Boleh bedal je when it comes to stewardess. Sanggup tinggal anak bini and cerai berai or break up dengan partners yang 'outsider'. Biarpun la bini ke girlfriend die dulu doktor ke, lawyer ke, accountant ke, Miss Universe pun, boleh tinggal semate-mate sebab nak syok kat stewardess yang kononnye 'insider' la. Haih...heran sungguh.

To the cabin crew, jangan la rase keagungan sangat. What makes you think anyone will leave their partner just because you are an airline crew? You're just another human being and working as a cabin crew doesn't make you any special. Cume kat Malaysia je yang cabin crew macam diagung-agungkan, for what reasons, aku pun tak tau. Maybe this part aku blame masyarakat and training school MAS yang poyo suke membuat statement '..you are a cabin crew now, so walk with pride..' Duh!

And fellow pilots, please know that men are valued for the quality they have. When I said quality, bukan bermaksud keupayaan membuat katil patah, ok? Or berape ramai pompuan you can have. Quality here is whether or not you have the ability to make good judgement when it comes to choosing your partner and knowing your responsibilities. Takat nak tunjuk hebat kat stewardess takyah la. Don't be stupid, pompuan mane yang tak berlari towards you kalau kau kipas duit, ye tak? The thing is, do you really want a woman to like you because of your money?

So think, and then think again. Have some dignity. Stop classifying people into 'insiders' and 'outsiders'. Make that move. Unlearned the worthless things that you have learned. Be a better person, not a glamourous, big-headed, idiotic person.

P/s : There are of course a number of airline crew who aren't like what I've described. So to those yang bukan macam cerite di atas, jangan la terase offended plak ye? The percentage of the good people, I would say, wouldn't even make 20% of the whole airline crew population. However, I believe the word 'outsider' is used by almost 95% of them irregardless.

A Little More..

2007-08-01T20:26:00.000-07:00

Add another bagful of stress into my life and I'll be officially crazy.

I hardly have time nowadays. Classes will be held on alternate days. And on days when I do not have to attend class, there'll be group discussions. Preparing for presentation. Assignments and bla, bla, bla..

I ain't complaining. Don't get me wrong. I'm just too busy to be writing anything, yet the urge to blog is always there. And because I am too buried to be crafty, the least I could talk about is how busy and how taxing the past weeks had been.

To make things worse, there'll be no mid semester break this semester. Bloody...! I'll definitely go bonkers if I don't channel this agony somewhere.

I did Laundry with with Farrah, Mareena, Pearl, Way and Yaz last week. It was witty but the fun didn't last throughout the week. I need constant rejuvenation!

S.O.S. This is not healty. Will do something enjoyable this week. Will go out and waste time everyday. Will not worry about studies. Will not sit smug in front of the PC on daily basis. Will not and will not.

Sigh!

2007-07-16T03:16:00.000-07:00

Not too long ago there was this one Malay song I heard over the radio that sounded something like this..'..Cantik menarik tertarik kau memang da bomb..'

Yes, that was a song by Ruffedge, if I am not mistaken. Upon listening to it, I squirmed. And I laughed. I thought it was hilarious. Kenape la nak buat lirik macam tu? To me, that song was a joke. The silliest I've ever heard.

Yet, not so many weeks ago, while I was driving to the airport, I came across a song aired on Fly FM that goes like this..'..Papa jangan papa jahat, jangan papa nakal sangat, bla, bla, bla (i don't know the f**king lyrics to this)..papa jangan papa jahat, mama tahu papa ligat...'

At that instance, I could feel goosebumps at the back of my neck. Like, yikes! Ape ni? Meremang bulu roma! Especially when that girl said the phrase 'mama tahu papa ligat'. Eww..what were they thinking mase tulis lirik lagu ni? Like, hoh!? Sangat geli-geliman la, ok? Eventhough I didn't hear the whole song, the tune got stucked in my head and I was swearing endlessly all the way to KLIA.

This song is worst than that Ruffedge song. To all the fans of these two song, that is kalau ade, I'm sorry if u don't like what I'm saying, but the lyrics of these songs (especially that of 'Papa Jahat') is the biggest stupidity of Malaysian music industry of all time. My sisters now use this song as a threat to one another. Something like, kau nak masak untuk aku tak hari ni? Kalau kau tak masak, aku nyanyi lagu 'Papa Jahat'.

That's how ridiculous I think this song is.

Of Ants and Lizards

2007-07-12T05:00:00.000-07:00

Let's see..When was the last time I saw rain? Has it been really hot lately? Without the slightest rain?

The thing is, I can't remember. And at this moment, while I'm typing away, I'm actually observing my glass of water (plain water, I tell you) being raided by a troop of tiny ants. The weather must be terribly hot and these little buggers are damn thirsty.

Talking about ants, I was bitten by a crazy troop of red ants two days ago at a nearby mamak restaurant. I was about to put my ass down on a chair when my feet felt like they were being stabbed with thousands of needles. And when I looked down to my feet, I was like, bloody hell! Semut berduyun-duyun kat kaki aku and a lot more of them surrounding about a square foot area around my feet. The sight of them, eekkk..!!

So there I was, in pain, jumping around while slapping those ants away from my feet. Some of them even managed to get up to my knee and started pinching. Like ouch, ouch, ouch! I was worried that some might even get into my pants. By that time, the whole restaurant was staring at me, orang gile yang melompat-lompat but hell, I couldn't care less. I was being attacked here, okay?! I slipped off my slippers and continued my frantic attempt to get rid of those pesky pest. While fighting for my life, I caught a glimpse of a mamak carrying a glass of orange near me. I swear he meant to gave it to me, either to cool me down or to pour it onto my feet. But when I was finally ant-free, the orange juice was nowhere to be seen. Like ches, celake sungguh!

And also I am starting to see lizards in my apartment. I'm telling you that lizards are certainly not welcomed in my crib. I hate lizards. I'm bloody scared of them slimy, cold, stupid creatures. It is not peculiar to hear me scream in the middle of the night, in the morning or even during the day at home. The reason for such behaviour will be 'cicak'. The sight of them makes me squirmed. Their dash of movement makes me scream. And their habit of making an appearance where I least expect them to be, makes me go hysterical. That's how fearful I am with that vile species.

I have managed to make this place lizard-free for more than a year and now I'm seeing baby lizards in my room. Like two or three of them. Ini sudah tak boleh jadi. I've set up lizard-traps now and I'm waiting for some gutsy people to come by my place to check on those traps. I can't check on those traps. It will be too blood-curdling. Pearl can do that. She's more game with lizards than I do. I'm no game at all. Azrul would be more plucky. He would just grab those quaggy bastards like he did yesterday and flush it down the toilet bowl.

Ok. That's about enough of my scary stories. I got to go torch some ants. Ta!

Recently On Tylogy

2007-07-07T20:28:00.000-07:00

A few happenings lately..

1. Pearl came back last two days, having slightly more weight than a month ago.

2. I've enrolled myself in an MBA programme and already I'm feeling nervous. How can I not be? The Dean of the faculty told us post grads that we've got to maintain a good minimum of 3.0 CGPA throughout to remain in the programme. Those words, I can still remember till now. I mean, what if? Aarrgh..!! I studied science before and what if I'm no good in this field? But I want to be good in this. If I can't be the best, at least I would like to be good. Heelllppp...!!

3. My boyfriend bought me a new mobile phone and I'm still not happy. I want to sing that J-Lo song, 'My Love Don't Cost A Thing'. Heheh..Actually my love does cost a little, but it's definitely not as costly as an N76 or a trip to the United States.

4. I am crazy about Prison Break. I want to do a marathon on it like I did CSI.

5. I'm done with 'I Am Muslim' some time ago and I think of it well and lacking opinions at the same time. I think Dina Zaman has more to say. Many statements were left hanging and unsupported. That was a little frustrating. Probably, as a Malaysian writer, she was playing it safe. Malaysian writers do not have much freedom, see..

6. I did a 7-day-fluid diet last fortnight and the result is satisfying. I lost 4 kilos which is such a great achievement. It's unhealthy, I know but the diet shouldn't be prolonged to more than a week. Now that Pearl is back and my boyfriend is home, I'm sure I'll gain those 4 kilos back in no time! Damn!

7. I went to Malacca like 5 days ago. Saje-saje jalan-jalan because I'm tired of KL. I ate some chicken rendang which I think has this herb called 'cekur' in its ingredients and I ended up with diarrhoea and a tummy full of gas.

8. I noticed that Saty is skinnier than ever after having Qaseh, which is so unfair. And what will become of big, fat, gigantic Tyiana if she eventually give birth one day?

9. Qaseh is already crawling and eagerly trying to stand.

10. I want to read Freakonomics but I can't because I'm too worried about studies.

11. I am thinking of either going to a gym or a slimming centre.

12. I need a freaking holiday but I'm broke.

And now, I've got to clean up messes I've made at home because Pearl will be coming anytime soon. My laundry is waiting to be spun, so I gotta run!

Another Crying Day

2007-06-26T03:56:00.000-07:00

All these while I've been telling myself not to believe in love. For to me, love isn't real. It doesn't exist. It is totally fake. I don't see love as love. I see it as a sense of familiarity. But could that feeling be real after all?

After a series of bad experiences, I've told myself if I ever have a boyfriend again, I will not love too hard. However, that is the one thing you'll forget once you're in a relationship. At times you just can't help it.

I'm a little scared now, cause I'm starting to realize that the wall I've been building all these while is showing cracks. Huge cracks. I think it's about time to do some serious patching. Wall should never go down. If it does, I'm going to get hurt like many other times before. And I, certainly do not want to go there again. I'm just so scared, so terrified and so..., twisted.

Today the weather was cloudy. Everything's so gray. I'm in bed most of the time, crying, sleeping, get up to drink some water and went back to bed. Yeah, I have that much time to waste. Call me a psycho or whatever, I'm just telling the truth, that on certain days, I do feel terrible. I'll be remembering my childhood, playing with my sisters like days won't end. And it'll make me cry knowing the fact that now, everyone has their own separate lives. All of a sudden I feel so lonely, and so lost.

I'm leaving home now. Am going to see mom and then maybe play with the innocent Qaseh for a while. And I'm going to whisper to her, 'Don't you ever wish to grow up quickly little girl. The world is so damn scary, you know..Trust me.'

Losing Head

2007-06-19T07:48:00.000-07:00

I met her again after two years. She is as slim as she has always been, with more than enough assets. And I'm way, way fatter than she is, obviously. She's the same crazy, cool girl I've always known. Glad you didn't change, babe!

Met her in Mid Valley, talked and talked to catch up on two years lost. The absent-minded me, however, after all that heavy conversation, couldn't find where I parked my car. We spent about half an hour, milling around the parking bays before I finally found my my little Lisa (Kelisa). Sorry babe, I am not usually such an idiot. Hehe..But thanks for driving around for like, more than 7 times..?

She lent me a book titled 'I Am Muslim' which I am sure will be a good read. I read the synopsis and it is about the ironies, foibles and follies of ordinary Muslims in Malaysia. I shall now put my 'MBA For Dummies' aside for a day or two. Gotta focus on this one. And thank you Farisha for the evening. It was all aces!

Those Good Old Days?

2007-06-10T23:15:00.000-07:00

I remember those good old days when those technology called mobile phones and internet do not exist. The only way for us to get in touch with someone was either by calling them on their house phones, writing them snail mails or by showing up in front of their house, if you know where they live.

I recall waiting for my parents to come home from work in agony at home when I was in primary school. Those days, office numbers were strictly meant for business and everyone understood that when you're at work, you shouldn't be attending to personal calls unless it's really a matter of life and death. Though that rule still vaguely exists in the current office policy, I am almost certain that it is being ignored by most people. And thanks to mobile phones, taking personal calls when you're suppose to be at work and working just got easier.

I too, remember during my teenage years, those few times when I was going out, like, konon-konon on a date or merely meeting up with friends. We will normally set the place and time for us to meet up maybe a day or two before the outing. And on that day itself, we might or might not show up or sometimes showed up late. The most irritating part is actually waiting for that person to make his/her appearance. It's great if they showed up, and if they don't, they just don't. I've had my share of being stood up and I had also been guilty for not showing up; but most of the time, I just showed up late. Heheh..

Technology obviously arrives with their pros and cons. We all know what good it does, enough has been said by aplenty. I, on the contrary would like to dispose my thoughts on the bad vibes they give.

Lost of Privacy
Apart from having our children, husbands/wives, boyfriends/girlfriends, mom, dad, pak ngah and mak long calling us in the office, our employers now call us to discuss about work stuffs on our off days and vacation days like as if we didn't labored ourselves enough. Marketers call us up to sell us things over the phone irregardless of the time and irregardless of what we're doing at the moment. And we are obligated to answer all that phone calls or get remarks like..'tak tau jawab phone ke die ni?' or 'tak tau pakai handphone tak yah pakai la..'. You know, those kind of statements, which I'm sure some of you may have experienced, and again, some may even have been guilty of having committed such abomination. Kan?

Lost of Manners
Because we are now, bit by bit losing our privacy, we have become more self-centered and more barbaric. If we can't have privacy on our own time at our own place, we shall now bring that privacy we need out into public. Thus, we talk on our mobile phones while walking (not a pretty sight, I have to say) and we fiddle with our phones (be it smsing or just playing games) when we're out having lunch in the company of others (which I think is utterly rude). We chat on our phones, in the presence of others for hours, leaving the other party terpinga-pinga sorang-sorang tak tau nak buat ape, while probably telling themselves...'macam ni lebih baik aku keluar sorang-sorang.' Right?

Lost of Security
Believe it or not, but we are losing our sense of security and trust towards others because of them fucking mobile phones. Now we are more agog to be checking on people everywhere they go at all times. Don't forget too, that we have become more vulnerable to having our boyfriends/girlfriends, husbands/wives calling us time and time again to check if we really are at the place we claimed to be and with the people we're supposed to be with. And on the new 'friend finder' thingy the service providers came up with, more spies and Mr/Miss Nosy Parkers spawned. Then, we reasoned to ourselves; that all those checking ups were in the name of love and care for our loved ones, whether or not they are safe and sound. To me, those reasons is full of absurdity! Maybe not a hundred percent, but still crappy for most of it.

No doubt that that technology is wonderfully amazing and benevolent. I, for an instance, is a user, a victim and a villain all rolled into one. Mobile phones has put a stop to 'time wastage'. And yes, a lot of time has been wasted on waiting, back in those days. But we indeed learned a thing or two. Not only we learned to keep our promise (at least most of the time), but we also learned to respect the privacy of others.

Of My Gastronomy

2007-06-07T07:01:00.000-07:00

Those few short times when I was away from home for work and holiday, I've always miss one big thing about Malaysia. The food.

I'm not picky nor fussy when it comes to food. My favourite is normally simple and cheap. Yeah, I'm a cheapskate, but I like the food that I like because they're tasty. I don't care if it's cheap.

Expensive food doesn't always taste good but I feel like I am always forced to say that they're delectable because they come with a price that burn a hole in your pocketses. So better say the food is wow than stoop and cry over them pocketses, right?

The Food I Love..

Other than the usual mom's cooking and the daily Malaysian cuisine which is rice, sambal belacan and what not, I will occasionally crave for banana leaf rice served at Kanna Curry House.

Or I would also drool over a bowl of Szechuan beef noodle from a Chinese restaurant in SS2. I haven't had this for quite some time now. I think it's about time to grab some company and gobble down a bowl or two. Johar, if you're reading this, are you game?

There is also Ampang Yong Tau Foo yang sangat 'stim' bile dimakan. And the best thing is because Ampang Yong Tau Foo is now in Puchong, so it is more accessible to me. Yay...!

Mmm..okay I'll give some credit to the classic nachos from Chilli's since it is also my favourite.

Of course there's always the chilli crab from Fatty Crab and octopus ball from Tako Tao. Plus the cream puffs from Beard Papa's..and crispy fried chicken from Shihlin and grill escargot with cheese from anywhere. And at the moment, I feel like downing some chai latte from Dome's. Haven't had that for weeks now. I once tried the one from Coffee Bean tapi tak sedap. Too milky rather than spicy. Very wrong. Uh-uh!

The Food I Miss..

I still miss the crispy fried chicken from the streets in Shihlin, Taipei. Eventhough I can now get them from One Utama Old Wing, tapi tak same macam makan sambil berjalan-jalan kat pasar malam.

The night market food in Taipei was simply fantabulous. I can't help but miss the smelly tofu and the fried mushroom. Oooh...!

I fancy the original briyani from Student Briyani. Some people might think Karachi is dirty, but I love the briyani. And the masala tea with fresh cow's milk.

A green tea latte in the morning would also be nice.

What I would like to say now is that I didn't get enough churros. I had one at Santa Monica and I want more. I should have eaten more. And now I have to browse the net to look for its recipe and see if it is not too hard for me to make some. Damn you, you...,churros!

And oh! The sweet indulgence of baklava..I want that too!

Flavour Of The Decade

2007-06-06T05:54:00.000-07:00

I think Bobby Chinn is sooo..fucking, HOT!

I love that tall, lanky figure and that rough, muffled voice.

I took delight in watching him smile on that show of his; World Cafe Asia and at the way his lips pucker as he speaks.

There's something about those droopy eyes, crow's feet at the corner and all. And look at that widow's peak hairline..Awesome, don't you think?

He is the kinda guy who could wear a frown and still look fabulous. I mean, look at him... Just. Look. At. Him.

This dude is the bomb! MY kinda BOMB! Yeah!

Final Stop-Los Angeles..

2007-05-29T19:45:00.000-07:00

That evening when we arrived in Tom Bradley's, we took the Enterprise shuttle to the car rental's place. We rented our car and then headed for Marriot which was very close to the airport. After freshening up a little, we grab a map of L.A. from the concierge and drove up north to Hollywood Boulevard. Streets are easy in this country, it is difficult to be like, really, really lost.

The Boulevard was a tad bit yucky to me. Quite dirty and gruesome, with all the homeless people and vehicle fumes. That had me felt rather at home.

We had dinner at Mc Donald's. God knows how many burgers I have ate and how many tacos I have swallowed. Sigh..

Universal Studios was something no one should miss. The place was huge and we took 2 days to really see everything. The studio tour was super. They showed us the mansion and the motel in the movie 'Psycho', the special effects tunnel they used for subway crash scenes, how they make flood in a Mexican village scene and of course, the calm, sweet Wisteria Lane. See the picture up there? That is the house of Gabrielle Solis.

There were a few rides, which we took. I did the Jurassic Park, but was too chicken-hearted to go onto the Mummy. So I was left to mind the bags and stuffs. I regretted it now, for not taking that ride. I mean, how bad can it be? This was not like a Six Flag theme park, right..? So we ate and ride and ate some more and ride some more, all throughout the day.

Later that evening we went to Chinatown near downtown L.A. for dinner at the Foo Chow restaurant, where they shot the movie Rush Hour. The food was expensive, not that tasty, but was definitely better than those burgers and tacos.

We woke up early again the next day for Universal Studios. We watched all the shows and demos today. I especially liked the show at Waterworld (as in the movie, Waterworld). Spectacular show, that was.Since we decided not to do any shopping in L.A., we went to Santa Monica beach which was like, 20 minutes away from Hollywood. I expected the beach to be dirty, like Morib in Selangor. But to my surprise, it was tremendously clean! And because we didn't expect it to be that clean, we didn't bring any swimming gear. Even if we do have, the water was like freezing cold. The houses near the beachfront was something I really admire, words can't describe how I fancy them. They are indeed something for me to daydream about for many, many days ahead.

We can't get enough of the beach, so we drove down to Long Beach on one of the days we were there. But Long Beach upsets me. Unlike Santa Monica, Long Beach was dirty. So there's nothing much to say apart from the gay parade happening on the streets of Long Beach on that day.

Beverly Hills. The place of the rich and famous. No doubt about that. The street malls were such a beaut and you know it once you set foot there, that this is not like any other part of the town. Very pretty. Very, breathtaking.

Overall, L.A. was fine. Maybe not so much of a happy place like Vegas but it was still, wicked. I may not think of revisiting this place very soon, but the next time I happen to be here, I'd like to check out those clubs on Sunset Strip. They seems to be very dandy.

Happy Vegas

2007-05-24T16:44:00.000-07:00

If there is one place on earth that could make me happy, it would be Vegas. I could go through hundreds of painful breakups and thousands of bad, bad days and still be happy upon setting foot here, in this desert city.
We arrived around noon and checked-in at Stratosphere. And once there, we didn't wait. The hotel wasn't less magnificent, though it is located on the far north end of the Strip. We headed for Fremont Street for the evening light show. The street was flashing with neon lights and was indeed very pretty. The overhead light show was amazing and left us with neck pain. I know I should have followed Pearl's advice and lied down on the street.
Flyers of many strip clubs were scattered along the pavements. That second night, we took the opportunity to check out Little Darlings and lucky enough, each one of us had a lap dance performed onto us for a mere dollar! Cameras aren't allowed in the strip clubs, of course, and too bad for that.
Our daytime period was filled with 'jalan-jalan', browsing all the hotels with abundantly different themes. My favourite? Sigh..., I can't decide. I like Luxor's building structure, the landscaping and the fountain of Bellagio and the interiors of Planet Hollywood Aladdin.
Vegas has plentiful of shows and parades. Both paid and free. We went to Rio to try out the slot machines, and hey, beginners' luck! We won some. Not much, but worth the 2 dollars spent on our bets. We didn't come here to gamble in the first place. Maybe next time alright, Pearl? Then we may go pick up some bitches too. Hehehs..And we love the masquerade show here, in Rio.
We also watched that sketch, Sirens of T.I..And tons of people flocked Treasure Island for this. It was a 30 minutes sketch of songs, dances, stunts and pyro actions. And that was, cooool! These showbiz people, they make things all so realistic and so alive that you don't feel like they're acting things out.
Madame Tussaud's was a compulsory thing to do. And above, we were with Julia Roberts. The museum wasn't as big as I expected. And some of the wax figures were good replicas and some were not. But we enjoyed it anyways.
When you are in Vegas, you cannot not see the shows. There are a handful of shows which you can choose from, some are good for family and some requires you to be 18. We, of course, chose the topless show. The show 'Bite' had cost us 45 dollars (approximately RM 180) but believe me, it was worth it.

I so want to be there again.

Garden Of The Gods

2007-05-13T18:07:00.000-07:00

After shopping at Castlerock yesterday, we ate Cold Stone ice cream. Honestly, this is the best ice-cream I've ever had and everyone else agreed too. This is no regular ice-cream, dawg...both Haagen Dazs and Baskin Robbins (which I once liked) are nothing compared to Cold Stone. The presentation is no doubt, simple, but they aren't just scoop-garnish-and-serve ice-cream. There are more than 15 concoctions of ice-cream at Cold Stone. I ordered the Breathless Boston Cream Pie which consists of French vanilla ice-cream, yellow cake, fudge and whipped topping. All these ingredients were folded in by the server right in front of me on a frozen granite stone. I found that very impressive and the final product was just, wow!

Quoting Fid aka Baby's comment on Krispy Kreme doughnuts, I shall now say that if you haven't had Cold Stone, you have not had ice-cream. And true enough, according to a slogan I saw on a Cold Stone tee, friends won't let friends eat grocery store ice-creams.

This morning, a crazy babe came in from laundry looking like above. She had too many baskets to carry with only two hands. Poor thing...!

Later in the afternoon, we packed our lunch and headed for Colorado Springs. We had our lunch at Garden of the Gods. And as usual, we had Jambang with us.

The garden was a fine place to be, it has numerous, unique rock formations just like Red Rocks, only more. We had lots of fun trying to figure out which name goes for which formation. The one in the above picture for example, is called the Balanced Rock.

After meal, which was nasik and some lauk, heheh.., we did the jumping in the air game again. Tomorrow, the four of us will leave for Vegas. Which means I'll be away from Pearl's desktop. Thus, I may not be able to post in any entry from tomorrow onwards. So, until time permits..

Shopaholic Sister

2007-05-12T06:11:00.000-07:00

The graduation day. It was sunny,but ain't that hot.

When you have a shopaholic by your side, your days will never be less than busy.

The graduate.

Pearl graduated yesterday.

We rented a Chrysler.

The night before, I coloured my hair back to black. There was this one incident not many months ago that my hair was raped by a certain party and since then I have been wearing a 'karat-hair' look. It explains why I didn't upload any images prior to a couple of nights ago. I would like to elaborate more on the 'hair-raping' incident but maybe later when I'm back in KL.

Simply doughnuts.

When I'm away from home, my aim is to consume food that I can't probably get in Malaysia. Yes, doughnuts memang ade kat Malaysia, but not Krispy Kreme doughnuts. These doughnuts, they're really simple. Nothing fancy about the decorations, but they tasted like heaven. Well, at least that's what I think.

The American, Fresh Strawberry Shortcake.

I remembered Sarah telling me about eating Strawberry Shortcake in London. Here, I tasted the American version at the Cheesecake Factory. Nice presentation, tapi rase macam biase je..Rase macam kek.

Jumping in mid-air shot.Saty lambat lompat.Jambang did a David Blaine.

Zamri (brother in law) insisted that we go sightseeing, so we detached ourselves from those boring malls and headed for Red Rocks. Formerly known as 'Garden of the Angels' and then 'Garden of the Titans', this place is a mountain park which is well-known for its very large, red sandstone boulders. Pearl's friend, Jambang tagged along with us.

At the Cheesecake Factory...again.

Last night, after Pearl's graduation ceremony, we had barbecued dinner held by the students. It was a night for Pearl, and we decided not to steal the limelight away from her. Hehe..

Night of the barbecue and the barbecued.

Today we'll be going to Castlerock. It's 8 am now and I was up since sunrise which occured somewhere around 5:30 am. The days are longer here during spring and sunset happens at 8:30 pm. But my fellow kins are still in bed. I should go and wake them up now. Ta!

Deja Vu

2007-05-10T08:41:00.000-07:00

9:00 a.m. 68 F/20 C. Thursday morning in Golden.

I woke up in this strange land again. Still dazed from the 26 hours journey.

I slept deep last night, and I snored, excuse me, according to Pearl. This time I didn't wake up at 4 o'clock in the morning.

Saty, Zamri and I are all waiting for Pearl to bring in the car now. Today's destination is Flatiron which I didn't go to the last time I was here. Next, maybe we shall proceed to Belmar or perhaps the Mills again. I'm gonna be visiting the same places again, only this time with different company.

Am looking forward to Vegas and Hollywood next week.

Bimbo? Or Merely Woman?

2007-04-27T23:20:00.000-07:00

Today was online shopping day for Saty and I. Well, not really for Saty, but more like for me. Saty, being the queen of shopaholics has done all her online shopping much, much earlier.

No, we are no wallflowers. We are buying things so that the stuffs we order now will reach Pearl's place in time for our arrival next couple of weeks. I am not a believer in online shopping. But Saty has reasoned out to me that I should, so as to save time spent on browsing and walking around malls during our trip later. So that amount of saved up time can be put to better use, such as sightseeing and err..more shopping..?

After clicking away for the last 48 hours, I finally made my decision and placed my order. I have chosen a Sydney Love small tote, one casual clutch bag, both costs nothing more than USD 30 each. Ya, saye agak kedekut. Also a pair of BCBG pumps and a pair of flats from Aigner.

Hope they'll manage to get to Infinity Circle in a fortnight, and I shall see the effectiveness and practicality of online shopping. If everything looks wrong, I can always return them back to where they belong. No harn done there.

With that done, I only have a few things left to look for later during the trip. I shall then focus on searching for the ideal 7 Jeans and a wallet which I really need. And get some tops. Lots of tops. And maybe a skirt or two. And oh, there's COACH. And Victoria Secret. And perhaps also, I shall get a dress. Or anything worth buying.

After all that, I promise I will be thrifty. In fact, I think I always have been.

Judging Me

2007-04-22T21:18:00.000-07:00

I am the grumpy one. Hear me whine.

Today I'd like to complain on judgemental people. People who love judging others eventhough they are no judges. People who judge others without even knowing the person he/she is judging. People who judge without hearing cases and do not care if the defendants are guilty or innocent of their charges. Wannabe judges who show injustice most of the time because they're ignorant and because of their lack of listening skills.

Here are some judgemental statements..

1. You have no life if you are on Friendster on weekends.

- Clearly, this is not necessarily true. What if that person does nothing but have fun all week and only take his/her break over the weekends by being on the net? And what if they're working on weekends and being so much alive on weekdays? Tak boleh? Still takde life ke orang tu macam tu?

2. If you are or was a stewardess, you must be stupid.

- Though 80% of this statement is true, there's still those 20% who would suffer from the injustice of this statement. I have no further comment on this. But it is still judgemental thinking. Because as stupid as they might be, there are still some things they're good at, like umm...arranging 15 styrene cups on a tray in split second..?

3. If you are in some glamorous job, you will do anything, even diperbodoh-bodohkan, just to keep the job.

- Hello? Ingat orang lapar sangat ke glamour? Pegi matila...!! I need money, not some glamorous 'diva' title. And I need to use my brain, which is more important than watching over how I look like 24/7. Hell, I refuse to just sit there under your nose and do whatever you tell me I must do. Kalau kau pandai gile lain la kan..Go hire some androids, bitch!

4. If you're not working, it means you have nothing to do every day and you have no reason to say, "No, I have something up today and I can't do that work for you."

- Hey, not working doesn't mean that at all, okay? And what do you mean by having 'nothing to do'? There's no such thing as doing nothing because you're still bound to be doing something in the end. In fact, if 'doing nothing' is ever an activity, it will be the hardest thing to do. I can never do nothing, the closest I get to doing nothing is reading a book, or watching CSIs, or simply having coffee with friend/s, gossiping away. Point is, I still do something. And if I decide to spend my time with my family, my friends or even my own self, that quality time I spent is more worthwhile than doing some semi-cooked job for a moron with half a brain, who thinks she's above everything!

Have a safe journey to hell, you nasty people!

The end.

New Age Kids

2007-04-06T08:02:00.000-07:00

Not so many hours ago, I was at a nearby clinic with my dad who was having a slight fever. While he was inside the doctor's consultation room, I took my seat outside at the waiting lounge watching people, those who are sick and those who are not.

And it was then that I saw, two children, one was about 6 years old and the other around 4, were playing tag and running around. They were screaming, shouting and laughing like the clinic and the people in it are no stranger to them.

They ran around the reception area, and the next thing I know, I saw their small heads popping up next to the receptionist, not from outside the counter, but from inside! And from there those imps took their new found excitement gleefully, jumping off the counter, running in and out of the reception area and even getting into the dispensary section freely.

The receptionist and the nurse could just look at one another and pray that someone would say something to stop those little devils.

I was thinking, 'Anak-anak doktor ke ni? Ape pasal macam syaiton..?' Tetapi rupe-rupenye bukan. The parents, were just sitting happily next to me, chatting to one another, like those children weren't theirs.

Things has really change nowadays. Parents don't do nothing even if their children behave like hooligans in front of their eyes. I guess this is how the new generations are taught. They do not learn through parents yelling or shouting at them. Neither do they learn through ass smacking nor ear pulling.

Is this right? Is this what their parents want? For their children to have no respect for others? And lack of proper decorum? Kalau aku macam tu dulu mase kecik-kecik dah lame kene penampar, jerit dan diheret balik rumah. Me and my sisters had always been forewarned before any outings, that we should behave well or we would suffer the consequences. And if at any point we forgot or even almost forgot to behave ourselves, one good stare from my mom (yang matanye sampai macam nak terkeluar, which to us was very, very, scary..) and that was enough to bring us back to earth.

Oh, those kids simply made me feel like turning myself into an ogre and scream at the...parents! And not the children. Tahu mengongkek dan mengeluarkan anak saje, tapi tak tahu marah anak. Those children, I only felt like shaking them until their teeth rattle, which in this case can never happen. So, I just gave them a hard evil, 'mak tiri' kind of stare.

Parents, please have mercy on those ailing people in the clinic, and also for innocent bystanders, like me. Just leave your healthy children at home if you're going to the clinic. And also, please try not to bring them to the supermarket when you're doing grocery shopping because they are nuisances to other people especially when they start fighting over who should push the cart and who gets to sit inside. In fact, don't even bring them to the mosque, if they don't know how to behave.

So make sure your children show proper behaviour before you actually decide to bring them out in the open. Or if they are not well-mannered but you had no choice but to bring them out still, just be prepared to scold them and be stern. Wokeh?!

P/s : Once I went to a mall with my mom, and there was this kid sitting under one of the clothes rack with a hanger. And he will whack people's leg who happened to walk pass him. I was one of the victim too, but after he hit me, I bent down, see eye to eye with him, gave him a smile, took the hanger off him and threw it onto another rack. And he then ran to his dad. Aku sangat geram pada mase itu. Was I cruel? I only think that that was appropriate at that time.

Back To Square One

2007-04-01T06:45:00.000-07:00

And just when I thought that being unemployed is so lovely, and just when I thought I could have all the time in this world to do the little, little things I've always wanted to do, I'm back to my busy self.

I've spotted myself a part-time jobs which now seems like it's a full time job. I just hope that things will loosen up a little, when I'm done with trainings and stuffs. At the moment I'm just a little scared that I might not be able to cope with things. And I'm also a little pissed at myself for having no time to spend on myself, my family, my many, many hobbies and my loved ones.

God, there goes my life..And who am I to blame? Just me, myself and I.

P/s : Sue..., help me out here, will ya? I'm just confused with everything!

A Confusing Confession

2007-03-15T05:34:00.000-07:00

Dear Ty,

My name is Nor Joyah Sameon. I ask people to call me Joy so sound more modern. My parents were from kampung and come to KL 30 years ago and do business. They are very success. I am so lucky to have rich family but I still understand that is not easy to be wealthy. However I am so lazy to study but is ok because my parents can give money and sponsor me.

After school I got this best job and so glamour job. But I would not tell you what is my job, you think for yourself if you are smart. But don't have dirty mind because I don't do dirty jobs. I don't even like to flattering around. Even if I don't flatter around also I have a lot of admairers.When I first got the job, I was so shock and like my heart is no longer attach to me. Because everyone always said that is so hard to get this job but still I get. I must be really beutiful and gorges la, I think. And also not bad English speaking. Some more with this job now my English is become very good an terror.

I really like my job because is giving me lots of money eventhought I only study until SPM. I show to my parents that I can have much money too. I like to buy things like cloths, handbags yang expensive with big big logo. Like if I buy LV bag, I like the one bag with big LV symbol in fornt. Then only anyone can see.

At the moment I am still not yet marry. But boyfriends, have la. Ade jugak some of my bf yang purposed to me to be his wife. But I say I still young and not ready to commitment. I wants to enjoy first. Is it I very bad to saying this? Is it I don't have a hart? I don't think so. I'm preasure you know. May I know why I should get marry early? My parents also always ask me the bonus question. They are really test my patient.

I think my story is become very long. I better stop first. I will update you some more with my stories some other time ok. I make this promise. Bye.. I heart you.. Mmmuahhh! Mmmuaahh!

Love,
Joy

If I Happen to Have a Willy..(18SX)

2007-03-10T05:02:00.000-08:00

Eventhough I am currently jobless, I still couldn't find time to blog as often as I expect I would. I waited for the whole day for this PC to be free, Papa has been hogging it for the entire day.

So while he hogs the net, I daydreamt thinking what was I gonna do if I were to become a guy. Lots of girls would have different views on this one. I once read a blog by Chics on this similar topic. But here's what I think I'm gonna do and/or how I'm gonna react.

1. Ok, first thing first. If I were to have a willy, I'm sure it will be a huge one. (Huahaha..) So, because I hung like a horse, I won't be having any problems in the confidence department. Neither would I go around molesting underage girls nor act like 'abang macho' in front of fellow women.

2. The most important thing however is for me to have good educations. I'll definitely study harder if I'm a guy. Ini sangat penting because, if I'm a 'dungu', I won't be getting a good job. And no good job means no money. And no money is...*sigh*..

3. I wouldn't make a fuss about peeing while standing because I find that I could still 'kencing berdiri' even if I don't have a 'punai'. In fact, maybe I'd prefer to sit and pee with my new 'mangina' so that air kencing tidak bersepah-sepah di tepi mangkuk tandas.

4. I know I would be promiscuous for sure, but I won't just grab any woman to have fun with. What's important would be quality and not the quantity. Furthermore, there's also AIDS. Thus, protection!

5. If I, as a man, decided to tie the knot, I'll definitely make a careful choice of my future wife. She shall be fairly pretty and yet not too beautiful. And because I don't want to spend the rest of my life looking at a trophy that can't do nothing, I opted for my woman to have brains, and lots of it. I wouldn't even mind if she has more brain than I do. She also doesn't have to be pious just because I'm not. Come on.., we should all get a partner that is of our equal. Correct?

6. I won't tie myself to a woman legally until I am over and have had enough with 'prostiduding'. Because when I choose a woman to become my wife, she will also be a marvel in the 'bed department' that I no longer require to be a 'prosti-dude' to get some.

7. And yes, I promise I won't be shallow. Refer to previous entry on The 'Shallow Man' Disease for further details.

Right. Maybe those 7 points above are too good to be true. What if my dick is pencil small? What if there's no such woman as per my description? What if I don't go to school? Plus, not good-looking too? Well, then maybe I should just shut up and be a woman.

Hot Dudes..!!

2007-03-01T04:55:00.000-08:00

So I've packed all the things that used to be mine (was mine temporarily until I decided to resign), to be returned back to the company. And as I gathered all of them shoes, sandals, bags, kebayas in one corner of my room, I felt so relieved! Like as though I have cleared up a huge mess in my head, in my life.

And now I am so much busy with doing nothing, thus I scribbled down the names of male people whom I think are hot!

Here's my top ten list of hot guys.. Is my number 1 your number 1? :)

1. Gary Dourdan (Warrick Brown of CSI Vegas)

2. John Legend

3. Hugh Jackman

4. Ja Rule

5. John Travolta

6. Taye Diggs (Pearl, he's only number 6 on my list..)

7. William Petersen a.k.a Gil Grissom (ooh...I love geeks and nerds..!)

8. Bruce Willis

9. Colin Firth (very English..)

10. Amy Search (I know it's scary. But I ain't kidding. Hahah...!!)

So who's on your list?

Farewell...

2007-02-23T03:26:00.000-08:00

I'm over with MAS.

So no more pre-flight sickness.

No more irritating people who tries to be cool and open-minded when they're actually a bunch of 'kampung' dudes who are trying too hard.

No more being trapped in a vessel that resembles a huge coffin made for hundreds of people.

No more packing and unpacking my things at unfamiliar places.

No more 'kiss-ass' mode.

No more painting my face with layers of make-ups and bright-coloured eyeshadow.

I can now use these phrases 'good morning', 'thank you', 'excuse me' and 'I'm sorry' less frequent, but with more sincerity.

No more serving that bunch of low life who think they are 'hip' just because they travel by air.

No more frequent travel to the airport.

No more eating those unhealthy, not tasty, aircraft food.

No more chaotic living, odd working hours and inability to plan ahead.

No more dealing with people who thinks they are too good, too senior, too efficient, too classy, yada, yada, yada for me.

No more and no more.

Which also means, no more income.

But I don't care! Wahahahahahahaha....!!!