Ramblings

5 Things To Remind Myself (Every Single Day)

2010-03-16T03:25:00.005+08:00

Note to self:

1) YOU'RE NOT 18 ANYMORE. Coffee, tea, or 'cham ais' at 1:00 AM may not be such a brilliant idea after all. Not unless you like grinning madly like a lunatic zombie at 3:28 in the AM.

2) YOU'RE NOT 18 ANYMORE. It's about time you accepted the fact that chocolates do not count as a healthy snack. No matter how long you stare at it, it's not gonna magically transform into a granola bar.

3) YOU'RE NOT 18 ANYMORE. Stop trying to justify your liking for K-pop boybands like Big Bang and Tohoshinki. At the very least, try not to play it out loud in the office. ~~Secretly blasting it with your headphones on are acceptable. You can pretend it's Green Day.~~

4) YOU'RE NOT 18 ANYMORE. Stop ogling your 6-yr old niece's orange Vitagen in the fridge, nor that row of Yakult in the corner of the lower shelf right there. Good grief, it's practically child abuse to covet a kid's snack.

5) YOU'RE NOT 18 ANYMORE. The next time some kid calls you Auntie, don't ~~smack the kid nine ways to Sunday~~ give the DEATH GLARE. He's only showing his utmost espect for your venerable self.

P/s: Remember to print this out and tack it on your door, so you'd see it everyday and remember. It's the old age. Tsk tsk. Makes you forget just about everything.
P/p/s: Well, maybe everything except chocolates.

Alaska, anyone?

2010-03-12T19:16:00.006+08:00

Ugh. It's 7:15pm and it's raining cats and dogs out there. So here I am, stuck in office even though I've actually finished my pile of work. Therein lies the irony. For once I finish my work early and yet I have to stay in office to avoid the bloody traffic jam that comes part and parcel with any thunderstorm at this hour.

Ah...don't you just love KL traffic? Heh.

So I'm playing Scrabble on fb. And chatting on msn. And blogging. And omg...did my friend just tell me he applied to go for work and travel thingy in Alaska? Like wow, ALASKA. You know, as in the where Sarah-I-can-see-Russia-from-my-house-Palin lives in? Lol.

Okay, to be honest Alaska looks really beautiful. I mean, I'm not very good with cold countries, and I'm a teensy-weeny scared of getting lost in the wilds, but I think I wouldn't mind nature hikes even though some of you might keel over at the mention of me going HIKING.

Seriously, if I survived OBS in Lumut where I had to solo camp and sleep in mud and rain, I can do hiking. I can even do working in a resort. What I CAN'T do, though...is THIS:

NO INTERNET FOR 4 BLOODY MONTHS.

Are you shittin' me?????

Apparently the resort HAS connection but whether employees are allowed to go online often remains debatable. Chances seem murky and rather doubtful. My reaction was sadly, predictable.

"O.M.F.G. No fb? No MSN? No e-mails? NOOOOO!!!!"

I'd DIE. Literally. At the max I've ever suffered is about 1 week without internet and that had me already suffering from serious withdrawal symptoms. Like, head-banging-on-wall symptoms. I can't recall how I ever survived my younger years before we had Internet.

*cough*. [Shaddup about me being ancient].

Anyway, this made me realise how shockingly addicted I am to Internet. I read manga online. I read e-books online. I shop online. I bitch online. I keep in touch with friends online. Cripes, I even read gossip online, thanks to Perez Hilton.

Nevermind the fact that I do go out a lot with friends or that I ~~sorta~~ have a social life. It's just crazy that I spend about 14 hours online almost everyday on weekdays while at work now that I try to calculate it. That's 70 hours in 5 days. 280 hours in a month.

Talk about depressing.

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Oh lookee...new manga to read!

[Pause].

Sigh. I'm screwed.

No doubts about it.

Just Because

2010-03-11T22:49:00.005+08:00

For some rather unknown reason, I ~~woke up this morning and felt a divine presence urging me to blog for the betterment of mankind~~ felt this itch to blog after getting some spam comments on my last ancient post.

See, when the spam comment is plain hawking about the wonders of ~~sex~~ horizontal dancing (in Chinese to boot), you kinda feel this need to trash it to the fiery pits of hell, ya know? Hah! Bet you spammers never thought I could read Chinese eh? Suckers.

Anyhow, nothing's much changed as to the reason why I've not been blogging. TOO. BLOODY. BUSY. But a wave of nostalgia hit me, and I actually sneaked online during lunch and read my old xanga again and damn...I think my writings were so much better then.

Probably because I was in Perth with loads of free time, and I had no qualms about bitching full-on. Sigh. I can't decide if having mellowed is a good or bad thing. Anyhow, I digress. Let's get on with this so I can go hog the shower.

Since I'm facing a dilemma of wanting to ~~rant~~ blog but never having the time, lets do a few quickies instead. Wait, that sounded wrong didn't it. Oh whatever. Here goes:

1) My 6-yr old niece and 3-yr old nephew has discovered the existence of DORAEMON. I found that out this morning while getting ready to go to work. Frankly speaking, I don't know whether to laugh or cry. I guess I'm happy they're FINALLY watching something in Cantonese but gawd...I can already hear the non-stop warbling of the song by them for the next 12 months already. Ugh.

2) I got a call from an old, old ex-YE friend from Japan...and found out that ~~my Jap ex-bf~~ X-san got MARRIED. LMFAO. No shit. I guess that explains why the sudden call from X-san last year, all the way from good ol' Japan, after 3 years of absolute no contact. Funnily enough, it seems he called me right before he got married, and he never told me he was getting married. Dodgy. Seriously dodgy. But damn, I thought it was a real hoot. I swear sometimes my life is like a friggin' TV drama.

3) I foresee having to suffer a lot of unpaid leaves this year. No, I don't have a crystal ball, but when I'm gonna end up in Langkawi or Redang with my sister Leo Club from HK, then Vietnam in June on a company trip (though I have absolutely no idea which part of Vietnam or what I should do there asides from OD-ing on coffee and trying to stay alive while crossing the road hoping to not get flattened by some bike), and then Leo Forum in June too (which again I have no idea where it's gonna be yet since no news has been heard from the higher ups), followed by Phuket or Redang in July during my birthday, then Port Dickson in August for my Summer YE Camp, before finally capping off the year with X'mas and New Year's Eve in Hong Kong...well, even an idiot can foretell the state of my annual leave eh?

4) Some idiots think people do buy insurance by phone. Seriously, you can wax on lyrical about how great your policy is, or how "EXCLUSIVE" this offer is for "PRIVILEGED" X-brand credit card holders until the cows come home, but I ain't gonna be buying no life insurance on-the-spot over the phone aight? And don't give me that crap about how this is a one-time call or how this offer would expire once you put down the phone. I know yours is a reputable global brand, but only idiots would gleefully hang a noose around their neck and say "YES". Geez, give it up will ya?

5) I can't believe Pink Martini is coming to KL. No, it's not a drink. If you don't know what I'm talking about, I'm talking about THIS. I don't care what some people say. Pink Martini rawks my ~~imaginary~~ socks off!! Loves 'em and I totally heartz Frances a.k.a Fan Fan who's gonna tag along with me to samba and sway in our seats! *bounces up and down like a hyper bunny*.

Oh, the shower's free now. 5 quickies for a post ain't too bad yeah? Let's see when I can sneak on here again in the next few ~~week~~ months.

Toodles!

P/s: My rooms needs cleaning. Again.
P/p/s: Screw it. I've got no time to clean it. MATTA Fair 2010 is beckoning to me this Sat!
P/p/p/s: Did I mention I'm going to Pink Martini this Mon? Oh, I did? Heh.
P/p/p/s: Okay, I'm really gonna go hit the showers now. Really.

Dead? I think not...

2008-09-10T18:57:00.002+08:00

Why, yes, it's me. Back from the dead, or whichever hell/heaven that I've been cast to within your minds. Heaven. Hell. Heaven. Hell. Difficult decision on where I should belong eh? But that's another topic altogether now.

*blinks*

Frankly, I'm quite surprised I've been MIA for so long. 6 months to be more precise. But with so much ~~sh*t~~ going through my life, I've just been too hectic to really notice the passing seasons. (Yes, I know it's summer 24/7 here. Just let me use that damn line would you? Thank you.)

Anyway, the past 6 months have been quite eventful, to say the least. Hmm...or maybe I could call it tumultuous. Or maybe exciting. Or maybe crazy.

Whatever. Life's still been pretty good to me.

At least, I'm not bitching up to high heavens here, but heck, considering the fact that I had a bloody good time in Singapore in June & and outrageous blast in Japan in July, and then another funkalicious Youth Exchange Camp in August...

I think the big guy up there kinda likes me. Most of the time, anyway.

So to sum up my last 6 months or so, here's what occured:

1) Feb/March: My previous company folded in all its glory!
They waged an uber-secret, silent war with our parent company, lost and thus in 1 swift stroke, we joined the ranks of the unemployed. No warning absolutely, and I got the news while I was busy infecting my bed with flu germs. Sweet.

(In hindsight though, I found it to be a blessing in disguise...so I'm all cool about it.)

2) April: I discovered the life of freelancing full-time...
What started off as a 1-month trial stretched into a 4-month experience and honestly, I loved it to bits! I positively embraced the freedom to choose my hours and though it was even busier juggling several clients, freelancing life RAWKED my socks off.

P/s: I was very lucky that I had so many fantastic friends that helped me spread the word and gave me enough breaks to actually earn enough to pay for my trip to Japan! Love you peeps! *MUAH!!*

3) June: I went for the District 308-B1 Leo Forum 2008 in JB...
...and subsequently rampaged on to sunny SINGAPORE! Shopping! Shopping! Shopping! Lol. Yours truly had the great fun of descending into Singapore during the GSS (Great Singapore Sale). Luckily, we drove and didn't fly in. Otherwise, I can imagine the dent it would make in my purse paying for excess baggage. Huhuhuhuhu...

4) July/August: Invaded Japan for 12 blissful days with Kinky Kiwi!
I. HEARTZ. JAPAN. Land of the Never-ending-Quirky-Surprises where we shopped till we dropped, ate till we almost puked, and walked till our legs fell off. I swear, I'll never take for granted my Kelisa Raksasa again. God bless my car. Still, 12 days wasn't enough by half, but if I had stayed on and became a glorified illegal immigrant, I'd probably find myself reduced to begging on the streets to survive.

Conclusion: Japan isn't expensive. It's just financial suicide.

(But DAMN, I'd die a happy woman. Lol!)

5) August: 2008 Summer Youth Exchange!
Which kept me in a frenzy for this entire month, especially the Summer YE Camp at Eagle Ranch that was 2 days right after our return to good ol' Malaysia. Forget about unpacking from my trip to Japan, I had to pack for my camp instead. PRONTO! Lol.

6) September: Work beckons...
...so here I am, at my "new" job, which technically is one of my previous employers. Freelancing rawks, but steady income wins hands-down I guess. Humph.

So there you go, my past 6 months in a nutshell!

Okay, okay...I can hear screeches clamouring for my blood for this piddly little post. Geez, you guys are growing fangs alright.

Ok-lah! Since I seem to be (ironically) more free than when I was freelancing, I'll be uh...good and start editing my pics so I can regale you with a new blog skin and excruciating details of my Singapore/Japan/YE escapades within the next few ~~days.~~ ~~Weeks.~~ ~~Days.~~ Oh, whatever.

So be nice and wait for a while more.

After all, you've already waited 6 months and more, so what's a few days more eh?

Besides...patience is a virtue, ya know?

Pfffttt...

*ducks & runs away*

I'm In Love...

2008-03-08T20:55:00.011+08:00

...with a pair of shoes.

Not just any shoes.

A pair of Stuart Weitzman shoes.

~~Stuart~~ ~~GOD~~ Stuart Weitzman "Women's Hiside" shoes to be precise.

*DROOLS*

Ain't it just about the most pwetty thing you've ever seen? *wipes imaginary tear from eyes*

Okay okay, so I'm exaggerating.

The fact is, I've been searching high and low for a pair of wedges that would look absolutely fab with my "shorts + halter/tube tops"-Summer-fashion-combo to rampage across Japan in when I suddenly saw this baby.

And of all places for me to find it, I found it via the 'Shoes!' application in facebook. (Yeah I'm wearing it on my profile now).

Imagine my joy. My glee. My utter rapture at finding out I could actually buy the shoes HERE!

And then...

..................................

...finding out it costs a cool USD $275!!!

OMFG!

(T___T)

Alas, as much as I would love to, the sad-but-realistic truth is that I can't afford to blow a cool RM870 for a pair of shoes yet! (Lol. If only!)

Money trees don't grow nowhere in my backyard and as much as I've prayed, I haven't seemed to have won any lotteries yet. (-___-)

So even though it was a short fling, GOOD-BYE MY LOVE!

*Sniff!*

I shall dream of you often.

And then pray that Vincci or Nose has psychic "Heroes" who can hear my prayers and create a "twin" at a much much much more reasonable price by July.

Lol.

It's a sacrilege, isn't it?

But a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do.

So my sincere apologies, Stuart Weitzman. I love your shoes but I'm realistic (and vain) enough to wish for a "Hiside Twin" that won't have me surviving on bread and water for the next 2 months to pay off the shoe.

*Kneels down to pray REAL HARD to God/Vincci/Nose/Any decent shoe companies in Malaysia*

Amen.

P/s: Kindhearted saints feeling particularly indulgent may proceed with "donations" to yours truly.

P/p/s: Just kidding! Deep down inside, I really find it ridiculous to pay such amount for a pair of shoes. Heck, everyone who knows me well knows my biggest sin is shopping for make up. MUST. STOP. SHOPPING. UGH.

Wanted: Jeanie, Genie, or Skin-fixing Elves

2008-03-05T18:43:00.006+08:00

I want, nay, NEED a new blogskin. Like, NEED NEED.

In the past year I've been so freaking busy with so many things I've never been really bothered by it, but now that I'm relatively and sorta free due to some unpredicted office-drama, I'm feeling extremely sien in a childish, petulant way with this generic blogskin I've been using since my previous custom skin died-ed on me without warning.

Bad, bad blogskin. Humph.

Somehow though, everytime I find a skin I like and I try to use it, it inevitably fails - quoting some unknown script error that has me squinting from top to bottom of the HTML codes and not really figuring out anything since hey, the codes all look the same to me.

Does this make me 'script-blind'?

Whatever. I studied graphic design, not web design, and now I'm doing copywriting. Web-design-Houdini I'm not.

So even after days of staring at the screen, boring illusionary holes into my Macbook ala "If looks could kill" style...I'm still stuck with my blah generic blogskin.

I need Jeannie.

I need a genie.

I need some smaller-than-hobbit elves (who used to make shoes but has now moved on to web design in keeping up with the times) to miraculously fix up some canggih-manggih-looking blogskin for me.

Would leaving cookies and milk do?

No?

How about beer and chips then?

STILL No?

Booger.

*Traipses off hunting for "Dummies Guide to Lure Web-Design Savvy Elves" in MPH*

2008: Year of Le Ratatouille

2008-02-24T15:59:00.003+08:00

Herro peepur!

It's been a loooonnngg while but hey, I'm finally back!

WOOTS!

I know, I know...it's almost March and CNY is already over! Where have I been parking my tush for the past 3-4 months and all those other questions...oh well, better late than never eh?

Btw, I never did get to wish a lot of you Happy Chinese New Year, did I? Well here's a cute wallpaper that I managed to scavenge online for you peeps!

HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR! (Belated but who cares?)

Anyway, look at that! Look at that! Ain't it just too cute for words? Lol! Albeit it being cuteness embodied in a mock-rat Onion Head character. Bwahaha!

But sigh...isn't it depressing that CNY is really over? This means that until 2009 rolls around, hobbits and non-hobbits will no longer be able to:

1) Go on a never-ending culinary ~~orgy~~ rampage (Cookies. Cakes. Chocolate. Cookies. Cake. Chocolate...)

2) Pimp themselves in parentally-approved new togs (Think bright! Think RED! Pink! Orange! Yellow! ~~Think BLIND.~~ Guhhh.)

3) Attempt to rip off everyone else via mahjong/blackjack/poker or anything you can place ~~bets~~ wagers on...

4) Generally condone almost every single naughty thing we usually shy away from, short of murder.

[Pause].

Oh, and collecting 'Ang Pow' (红包) of course.

*sniff*

Unfortunately, even in the midst of my CNY recollection, I can't seem to ignore the impeding-flu-induced-mother-of-a-blinding headache pounding in my head now like a persistent jackhammer.

Think heavy, achy eyes & cranky disposition - the usual hobbity characteristics I usually display, minus the sore throat, runny nose and achy eyes of course.

But I digress, back to CNY.

For starters, we got a verrryyy nice hamper!

Such a pwetty, pwetty hamper...

Now, every year I also help Mumsie care for the pussy willow plant, a very traditional and popular ornamental plant for CNY.

Many people have complimented us for our knack in making our pussy willow (don't think naughty thoughts about the name you hentai pervs) flower nicely.

What they may not know is how many times I've frozen my hands off feeding ice and cold water to this baby twice a day to make the catkins (the flowers) bloom like it got fed with plant-viagra.

Lil' red ribbon butterflies to make it look more fantabulous!

For those squinting in vain to see how the catkins look like, here's an up, close & personal peek at it. It grows longer as it blossoms (okay this sounds wrong), and indeed, some might liken it to furry caterpillars stuck on twigs. (-_-")

Furry, furry catkins...meowrr!

For the uninitiated, according to traditional Chinese belief, live blooming plants in a home is a symbol of rebirth and new growth! Yup! Flowers symbolize wealth and high positions in one's career, so naturally many believe that the home with a plant that blooms on New Year's Day will lead to a year of prosperity.

(Or so they say.)

Now, the first day of CNY is usually reserved for family.

For my family, loads of family pics are usually snapped for the album before we head off for our family gathering, and this year was special now that we have an additional family member - my nephew, Kieran!

Just so you know, it's hell trying to take pics with babies. It takes FOREVER to get them to look at the desired direction and their attention span lasts all of 2 secs before their eyes will wander else where.

[Word of advice: Take multiple action shots. It's probably the ONLY way one might be able to grab a snap with the baby looking and sorta smiling at the camera itself. Lol.]

Out of respect for my family who prefers more privacy, I've not included their pics in here. Lest someone will try and babynap my uber-cute nephew. Huhuhu.

But here's one for the friend who made a fuss about wanting proof that I wore neither red, pink, orange nor yellow on the first day. Lol!

If I wore red, I could have stood next to the pussy willow to be a "live display"...

Other days are up to personal preferences. If you have like, gazillion relatives on each side of the family, you're bound to be stuck visiting relatives or being paid a visit by relatives for the first 3 days of CNY.

Moi? I'm usually out and visiting friends by the 2nd or 3rd day of CNY, and in recent years I'm already at a childhood friend's Open House party during late afternoon the 1st day who lives, oh, 2 streets away from me. Lol! (^_~)y

Visiting Kay who was back from sunny Singapore!

To me, CNY is great fun as most friends who are working or studying overseas usually hustle back for CNY celebrations. It's probably the only reliable time when you can safely judge MOST of your friends to be back at around the same time. Ish.

With Francis a.k.a Fatt Lan Sei who was also home from Singapore!

Needless to say, CNY is never complete without umm..uhh...GAMES!

Aforementioned uh...games

CNY is all about big gatherings and parties too!

In fact, most of my CNY is spent visiting gatherings after gatherings. House-hopping, we call it sometimes. My record was hitting 4 gatherings in the same day from morning till the wee hours of NEXT morning.

Now I can be a rather reclusive hobbit, but my house is always open for me Leo peeps!

OMG why is Tammy & Lingwei in BLACK?

They came to chill at my place before we descended upon said family friend's home that was 2 streets away for his Open House Party: Round 2 session. Muahahaha!

Here's Tammy, otherwise known as "Da Mei". Don't ask why. It's one of the nonsensical nicknames that everyone seems to get christened with when they enter our Leo club.

I call her my fellow paparazzi because I can usually rely on her to be toting her trusty Panasonic Lumix around and snapping secret candid shots like the evil genius she is.

P/s: Tammy insisted on taking 2 shots because she claimed she didn't look good in the first pic. (-____-)

And last but not least, here's Kiwi-babe & moi!

See? PINK! Lol...

Yup, this is the babe that I'm gonna be hitting Japan with this summer! Tickets have been booked! Friends have been informed! Woohoo!

24th July can't come any sooner!

Now all we can do is pray that our Visa application goes through successfully...huhuhu!

So tell me, was your CNY as good as mine? *Grins*

Mother of All Weird Weekends: Part 2

2007-11-24T03:49:00.000+08:00

"Five lil' Japanese boys sat in a row..."

This pretty much gives a broad hint on how I concluded my Sunday, hot on the heels of my virgin foray into the world of local fashion shows.

See, a few months ago, Kiwi informed me that one of the ex-YEs, Daichi would be back in Malaysia on a school trip.

*blinks*

SCHOOL TRIP wei...hebat sial.

Yeah, I guess schools all over the world love organising lawatan sambil belajar (educational tours). The difference is our schools here usually organises such trips to oh, factories and such while Japanese schools organise tours to other COUNTRIES.

Sweet.

Anyway, that aside, it would seem that most Japanese school tours have CRAZY schedules. It's amazing. They really expect young teens like 'em to lights out at 10pm and wake up at 6am.

On a school trip. Right. Someone really should clue them in or something.

But yeah, thanks to their insanely-packed schedule, Kiwi & I had no choice but to meet up with Daichi at their hotel for a ONE-HOUR break.

(Celaka, drive through the mad traffic around his hotel on a Sunday night. *shakes fist in air*)

So we arrived at the hotel 6pm on the dot. But of courselah...meeting up with Japanese friends = punctuality and none of our infamous Malaysian timing.

In fact, Daichi had told Kiwi earlier that he would "Stand by the hotel entrance waiting for us". Uh. Right. (O_o)

Like a eager boyfriend.

Something which I pointedly asked Kiwi,

"You sure he's not into you? I mean, you're the only one he kept in touch with you know? And I've slipped on enough boy-drool in YE Camp to know your effect on guys..."

(Yeah, Kiwi is UBER CUTE. Duh.)

Kiwi, being Kiwi...went "Nahhhhh..."

"Uh. O-K-A-Y. If you say so..."

Now, if it wasn't because they were coming back from Malacca in a MALAYSIAN-driven bus, I think he would seriously be waiting at the entrance.

So, there we were waiting by a pillar since there weren't any empty seats around when all of a sudden we heard Daichi saying hi.

We turned around...

...and CHAOS ERUPTED.

"えええ〜！やべ！だれ？すげい〜！”

(-_-")

Daichi's friends went WILD x 10

If I didn't see for myself that their female schoolmates outnumbered the guys, I would have thought they've never seen FEMALES before.

The whole scenario had a "M'sian-GF-meeting-Japanese-BF" vibe to it. No shit.

Bemused, I could only give Kiwi a pointed look. Taking the respite we had while the ~~guys~~ boys went to change, I muttered under my breath to her, "You see? Told ya...".

Now, prior to this meeting, Daichi had informed Kiwi that he would be bringing A friend. Which we were cool with, of course.

Somehow, when the boys finally joined us though...A FRIEND became FOUR friends instead. *smacks forehead*

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[At this point I was trying hard not to snort out loud and laugh like a mad hyena]

So there we had them...5 lil' Japanese boys sitting in a row.

Pretty sight yeah? Or it would have been if I didn't feel so old.

Boys being boys (especially cheeky Japanese ones), they asked a lot of questions. Out popped their electronic dictionaries. Out popped their questions. Questions like:

"How old are you?"

(-_-")

Ignoring the fact that this is one question men should never ask women within the first 15 minutes of meeting them, it was very entertaining when I blithely informed them that I was SEVEN YEARS OLDER than them.

Keh. Apparently, they thought I was only 20 years old. The same age as Kiwi. Ahh..such nice boys. I like 'em more already. Hee!

5 minutes later...came the thousand-dollar question:

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

Damn. These boys are really gunning for it. I couldn't help it. I snorted out loud and left it to Kiwi to field the question.

But of course! Given a choice of someone 7 years their senior, and someone who was only 3 years older, what's the most logical choice for them eh?

Smart boys.

At this point, I must confess something rather naughty. It would seem, that my informal education of the Japanese language must have improved by leaps and bounds.

Because I UNDERSTOOD ALMOST EVERYTHING THEY SAID as they were arguing with one another in Japanese.

"Did you bring camera?"
"I want to take pic with them?"
"Can we take pic with them?"

[Me: (Must. NOT. Laugh.) Urk...guhhh...cough!!]

Then they argued over how to ask us for a pic, which was solved when their OFFICIAL PHOTOGRAPHER (What ho? Official photographer?) came over to kepoh and exclaimed this and that and terus shot us the request to snap a pic.

And then, get this...them cheeky fellas actually asked us:

"Which of us do you prefer?"

Guh.

I don't think I can take this anymore. *bangs head on wall*

Oh brother, talk about bringing out the big guns! I buey tahan. I keeled over LMAO and abandoned Kiwi to answer this question.

Seriously, if I wasn't there, those 5 boys would probably have jumped Kiwi. Or like, wheedled her email, address and life story out and proceed to "court" her via email from Japan or something.

How did a supposedly normal reunion chat turn into fielding a mini-interrogation from 5 cheeky fellas like some surreal warped dimensional dream??

*shakes head*

These, and other questions...

Mother of All Weird Weekends: Part 1

2007-11-22T19:43:00.000+08:00

Holy cow!

I was checking out RiceBunny's xanga when I came across THIS, and frankly speaking, I'm stunned.

Not just stunned. I'm stunned speechless. In awe. Dumbstruck. Gobsmack. (Okay okay, I'll need to check Thesaurus.com for more words if I continue on my praise parade here.)

Let's face it, I've never met a guy with a voice like him. Heck, I don't think I've met any GIRL who sings like that, and I've got quite a few friends with fantastic voices!

Damn. I think if I ever do meet a guy like him in future, I'm gonna kidnap him and tie him to a corner of my room and make him sing whenever I want to.

Just to sing, people. What were you thinking about? Tsk. You naughty people!

But yeah, I voted for him within the first 10 seconds of hearing him sing, and damn, I hope he'll get his dream of getting on Broadway cause I think he's really talented.

So what are you guys waiting for?

Vote for Nick!

Lol. Anyway, let's backtrack a little back to moi, moi, moi.

I've just had the WEIRDEST WEEKEND EVER in my entire life. Like, back-to-back weird happenings. For a while I was tempted to pinch myself to see if I was in some cracked-up dream.

Where should I start? Right, one of the MIFA 2007 Fashion Shows.

On an impromptu invite from Mel, yours truly attended an actual fashion show last Saturday. No, there aren't any pics 'cause it was seriously quite impromptu and I didn't think.

[Pause].

Okay, I admit...who wouldn't think "PHOTO" when the word "FASHION" pops up. (ME!). Sue me, whatever. I'm probably the last person to go into ecstatic raptures over haute couture.

Mind you, most of the clothes were not bad. Some I could seriously appreciate. Some looked as if the designer went mad. Think glazed expression when the models strutted past on the catwalk.

As it is, I swear some of the models probably moonlight as professional poker players. Either that, or some of them were plain stoned. Some were sexy as hell, while some pranced by as if they were puppets being jerked erratically.

But I'm being harsh here. Of course I would be. I'm a 5 ft hobbit here. But I'm serious about the stoned expression. And the jerking, really.

The one similarity apparent was they're all enviably slim. And pretty. And tall. Okay, that's THREE similarities. Sheesh. (Did I ever tell you I totally suck at maths? Right, now you know.)

Several nipple slips, precarious tottering on sky-high heels, and jiggly boobies later, both Mel and I concluded at the end of the show, it was definitely interesting. No doubt about that.

~~VEE HAV BEEN ENLIGHTMENT.~~

We've now been officially enlightened. Oy vey!

Would I go for another fashion show? That's a good one.

I. DON'T. KNOW.

Knowing what I now know, the next time I attend another fashion show I might come out of it either:

1) Dazed & confused (Whaa...?)
2) Paralyzed with a permanent crick in the neck
3) Forever convinced that some people should not be allowed to hold an extremely dull needle, let alone handle a pair of scissors
4) All of the above

Not that I think about it, maybe not. (o_O)

*snorts*

And that's all I'm gonna say about that memorable Saturday of mine. Pfftt....

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- Next on Mother of All Weird Weekends: Part 2 -

"Five lil' Jap boys...sat in a row..."

What are you, a phone retard?

2007-11-05T15:35:00.001+08:00

You know what annoys me worse than rude idiots who somehow stumble over me via dialing the wrong number?

BIMBOTIC RETARDS who calls up people at bloody 5 in the morning, going:

"WHO ARE YOU?"

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At bloody 5 AM??

W-T-F?!!??

Seriously, I know I shouldn't be swearing like that with such relish but good lord, what kinda airhead calls up an UKNOWN number at this godforsaken hour of the day ON A MONDAY?

And of all the possible asinine things to say, what's up with the f***ed up greeting?

At the very least, even if your brain cells had all deserted you, one would think you would have the decency to go "Sorry but may I know who is this?" instead.

I couldn't help myself.

I TOTALLY READ HER THE RIOT ACT.

With all the "seafood vocabulary" thrown in.

(Read: Think fish, prawn & crab in Cantonese)

In my book, you don't go around calling random strangers anytime BEFORE 8 am, unless it was some life or death situation, which it so obviously wasn't, was it?

And lady, when I in return shoot you back the question of "Who are YOU?", don't go regurgitating the same shit to me. I'm not the twit who doesn't understand what "You've got the wrong number" means, aight?

And don't, for the love of God, ask me "WHAT NUMBER IS THIS?"

Didn't you just bloody dial it?

*bangs head on wall repeatedly*

Goddammit. Now my whole morning is spoilt.

Just because some dumb broad decided to play investigator at bloody 5 in the morning.

RETARD.

[Image sourced from 1984 "Sorry, Wrong Number" movie via Google]

FLS's Farewell @ Laundry

2007-10-22T19:12:00.000+08:00

One of my BFFs, Francis a.k.a Wei Wei (a.k.a Fatt Lan Sei a.k.a FLS) decided to ~~abandon~~ hop over to Singapore to work for a couple of years recently, so we threw her a farewell at Laundry, The Curve.

Of course, our initial ~~open secret~~ plan was to get her pissed drunk, but the plan got vetoed after we found out she was driving that night.

Booger.

[Pause].

But I still bought her a cocktail and psyched everyone else to get her different cocktails too. Muahahaha. I'm such an evil friend.

Elaine logic: Her boyfriend was there = he could always drive her back home (even though his own home is in the opposite direction) = opportunity that should not be missed = what the heck, let's do it!

好い IDEA だね？Bwahaha!

Or, I could just say I had faith in her ability to hold her liqueur. Pfftt....

Now someone had the brainwave to get a Long Island Tea Tower! SWEET~!* Even more of a reason to get Francis drunk!

"Drink, Francis, drink. Mummy say we shouldn't waste food or drinks, ya know? And there's soo much TEA in there...."

*evil cackle*

Halfway through the night I got quite peckish. So I ordered a NY Cheesecake.

Mm-mm~!* Not the best cheescake I've had but damn, it was still pretty good. (Especially when you're hungry).

Happy hobbit with her cheesecake!

With everyone slightly sloshed, camwhoring had never been such a ~~good~~ bad idea as then. *looks heavenwards*. But I'll be nice and NOT post some rather questionable shots taken that night...like Chee How going all girly with the earring and...nvm.

Think I'll just post the U-rated ones to spare everyone's sanity. Lol~

*Sniff*.

Come back at least once every month, woman!!!!!

~~So I can bug you to my hearts content. ~~Muahaha.~~~~

Jap Food Review: Ichiban Izakaya~!*

2007-10-19T19:14:00.000+08:00

So, there's a new Jap restaurant called Ichiban Izakaya that opened up in the office neighbourhood a few months back.

*cough cough* Right opposite our office to boot. How strategic.

Ahem. Naturally, yours truly just HAD to go try it. So off we trooped down to Ichiban Izakaya for lunch a few days after its opening.

Yeah this post is late but what the heck, I'm still gonna pimp this place. *evil smile*

Behold Jody and Edmund - the anti-paparazzi colleagues of mine doing an evasion tactic that didn't exactly work out. Pffftt....

We also had Amit with us, our colleague all the way from LA who's down in KL for a few weeks before he headed off to India, and then back to LA again. Phew! What a mad travelling schedule when you think of all the hours.

Meanwhile, yeah..this pic shows it. I was THAT psyched up to try out the food at the new place. Shows how deprived one can be when you have lots of choices when it comes to places to eat around my office, but half of 'em are either too pricey or tastes horrible.

P/s: I'm not being picky here. Try having steak that tasted more like leather instead. Wtf?

As Amit's a vegetarian, he ordered the yasai bento (vegetarian lunchbox) with agedashi tofu, yasai tempura, salad and uh..something that really looked yummy!

Okay, I'm not a HUGE sashimi fan. Yeah, I know. You can go scold me later for not cultivating the taste for it.

When it comes to Japanese food I'm more partial to the normal daily stuff like kitsune soba, yakisoba, omelette rice, Japanese curry....and this uber delicious ebi don~!*

Nicely friend ebi tempura with just the right amount of egg and taste on the rice...mm-mm! 凄っくうまい！

Being the piggy that I am, I also ordered a California Maki just for the heck of it. Woots! It was pretty good actually, but I would recommend their Spider Maki more instead.

Hmm...all in all, Ichiban Izakaya scores pretty well for taste. Plus their prices are quite ok, specially when it's around my office area.

I've definitely been haunting it pretty frequently lately and every time a friend drops by my area for lunch I drag 'em there. Haha.

Now if only I can get them to deal in midnight deliveries too.

Hmmm...

Back. Finally.

2007-10-18T20:00:00.000+08:00

Crap. Where did all the time go? *blinks*

It's all because of summer, peeps. You know what that usually means for me.

YOUTH EXCHANGE PROGRAMME

The organizing of it, that is. As depressing as it is, I'm about 3 years over the age limit to hop onto the exchange and jet off to other countries for a month. Bah.

So yes, I was so busy it wasn't even funny. Personally, I think we should rent a pillar in KLIA and mark it as OUR spot. (Can we do that? Can we? Can we?)

Btw, it really wasn't my intention to be MIA for so many months. I swear, really. I certainly didn't even realise my blogskin went kaput for god knows how long. (I need to find another customized blogskin. ARGH. HELP~~~!!!)

Anyhow, stuff...just urm...kinda HAPPENED.

*Ahem*. Stuff like...

1) My Leo Club, the Leo Club of KLCC Omega finally turning 10! Roar peeps!

Our anniversary bash venue: Bon Ton, KL~!*

Bon Ton's famous Top Hats!

Pan-fried dory fish in yummilicious butter sauce...

Chicken in special teriyaki sauce...

Past presidents & Lions at the cake-cutting ceremony!

Jesslyn, Francis, Tomo & I ~~camwhoring~~ snapping a commemorative photo!

The younger chicas of KLCC~!*

2) Me turning 24~!*

I had a yakiniku treat from me Leo peeps at Kannichikan Yakiniku, Hartamas! (^_~)y

With my 2 fave chicas in my life, my godsis, Joanne & Francis...

Le Orc & consort!

Tomo & my godbro, Jason a.k.a Fan Pan...

Robert & Grace...high on ocha? Lol!

3) The birth of my baby nephew! Woots!

All hail baby Kieran! My nephew's in da house! Hehehehe! Born 4 days after MY birthday, this is one lil' tyke whose birthday I won't be forgetting!

"Watcha lookin' at, huh? Grr..."

4) 2007 Summer YE activities!

Recce trip to Casa Rachado, PD before the actual camp!

2007 Summer YE Camp begins~!*

Farewell party for Giovanni...

Farewell Dinner for all the Youth Exchangees...

Round 2 farewell at Soul'd Out, Hartamas!

Axelle heartz tequila shots!

Funky moments with Hiro, Tina & Axelle + the Leo gang~!*

Airport duty @ KLIA: Sending off all the YE's on the same night! Sayonara madness~!*

5) Merdeka BBQ fellowship at my place!

Yum~!* Me heartz BBQ!

Don't ask me why Simon & Francis are playin peek-a-boo...(-_-")

Vodka. Tequila. Brandy. Beer. Baileys....yes, everyone was slightly high already.

Michelle a.k.a Kiwi calling up some ex-YE's like Shota, Naoto, Rie and Hiro in Japan...

Me bugging her for the heck of it. Lol~!

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O-K-A-Y. That was a BLOODY LONG POST. *winces*

Oopsie. (>_<)

Oh, what the heck! Just take it as compensation for those months I've been away yeah?

*snigger*

Horny Goatweed (O_o)

2007-06-28T15:25:00.000+08:00

A few days back while having lunch, I was flipping through some magazines when I stumbled over an ad that had me going "OMFGWTFLMAO" for about 10 freakin' minutes.

This ad, is about a drug called Horny Goatweed. [Pause]. Let me repeat it again, just in case you didn't catch it the first time.

H-O-R-N-Y GOATWEED.

I.kid.you.not. I mean, asides from the obvious play on the series Desperate Housewives, can you imagine reading this headline over a lunch of roast lamb? (-_-")

"Don't get desperate, get HORNY!"

OMG. OMG. OMG. *Keels over for another 5 full minutes of helpless laughter*. Oh, oh, and if that's not enough to make you spill out your guts, check out the intro:

It's depressing. We don't even cultivate the habit of having hunky, topless gardeners trim our gardens, how to fantasize lah?

Call me ignorant. Call me a jakun. But OMFG I never even knew there was a HERB called Horny Goatweed. Honestly, which brilliant soul decided on such an illustrious name? (And I thought the 'Rape' plant was bad enough.)

My imagination instantly went into major overdrive. "Could it be, back then there was a rampant history of people indulging in carnal activities with goats that led to such a name?"

*snigger*

Chewah. For females also. Wahsey. Terror-nya.

Alas, according to Wikipedia, it seems Horny Goatweed was discovered by a Chinese goat herder who noticed his goats getting frisky after those goats ate the bloody plant. [Cues 'Sound of Music' yodelling goat song]

Figures. But yes, apparently Horny Goatweed a.k.a Epimedium allegedly has aphrodisiac ~~superpowers~~ properties, and has long been cultivated as a popular GARDEN PLANT in Japan.

You hear that peeps? No need to rob the pharmacy for Viagra okay? Just go raid people's garden in Japan. Lol.

Voila! They have website too!

Sorry peeps, for safety purposes, I thought it prudent to censor the CU images of the frolicking couple, lest some serious-looking man come knocking on my door accusing me of inciting lust in the general public.

So yeah, if you're curious or just plain bored, you can hop over to their site and check it out. Or if you're in Australia, do me a favour and hunt it down in Coles or Woolworth.

Apparently it's retailing at AUD $39.95. (Sure boh? So affordable?)

Coles & Woolworth! Where I practically did all my grocery shopping back in Perth, yet NEVER stumbled across any Horny Goatweed whatsoever.

*sniggers again*

One word describes this ad.

PRICELESS.

Heng? Hottest Malaysian Blogger Hobbit?

2007-06-26T16:42:00.000+08:00

Thanks to a quirky twist of fate, it seems I've been nominated as one of the umm...Hot Malaysian Bloggers by d'Fish.

*looks up heavenwards*

Alright people, I think you guys can stop laughing now. Ish...don't blame me if you keel over. I won't attend your funeral if you do.

I know, as flattered as I am, it sounds hilarious kan? I myself think it's a bit wrong for me to be on that list. After all, if you were to ask around my friends, they would willingly tell you that I'm really a:

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1) 5 ft ~~Troll~~ Midget in Disguise
With 6 toes, hairy feet and a snarl to boot.

2) Raksasa Monster
Which also means 'demon', which some of my ~~evil~~ dear friends like to tell me I remind them of Ultraman because that egg-head hero is always battling some monster. Just because of my penchant for using the nick 'Raksha'.

3) Alien, as in the Extra Terrestrial Beings
My initials are E.T = ET the Drew Barrymore movie. Rearrange my name 'Elaine' and what do you get? So yeah, I'm an ALIEN, apparently.

4) ...........
I don't know. I think there were more but I kinda lost track.

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Feel free to come up with some other beings I'm supposed to mutate into. Everyone else seems to be enjoying themselves doing that anyway. Ish.

Anyhow, for proof that me being on the list is definitely a fluke, hop over here and check out the other REALLY hot ones instead.

P/s: Don't bother voting for me. I like being a realist.
P/p/s: Feel free to suggest more hot bloggers to d'Fish. There's tons out there.

Leanne's Wedding: Hobbit's Bridesmaid Foray

2007-06-25T18:14:00.000+08:00

A few weeks ago, I had my first actual stint as a bona fide bridesmaid. Yeah, bridesmaid, as in the walking human that ~~troops~~ glides down the aisle before/after/whichever the bride.

I know, the wedding was 2 weeks ago. Normally I would have let it slide into oblivion, but I uh...promised someone I would blog about it, with pics to boot.

(Sigh, I just HAD to promise a pic-post)

Now, Ryn a.k.a The Bibah laughed her a** off when I told her I was going to be a bridesmaid. (-_-")

Celaka, I told her over MSN, and even then her booming laughter rocked my office like a bloody earthquake.

(What? None of you felt the ground move? Ish. Sial.) Which makes me wonder, is it so weird that someone asked me to be the bridesmaid? Humph.

Well, what happened was my ex-colleague Leanne was getting married, and she and I were pretty tight during our time working together. So, so, SO...when an 'emergency' occurred and help was needed from the hobbit, how could I refuse hmm?

See, Ryn, I'm not 110% evil all the time, I'm just evil to to you 24/7. Bwahaha!

Anyway, in case some of you lost lambs out there are still delightfully ignorant about females and weddings, most females go into absolute raptures at the very mention of weddings.

They swoon. They hyperventilate. Whatever. You see, weddings are romantic, and let's face it, all women are romantics deep within them.

More importantly though, is that weddings are also the best excuse to go shopping for a new dress, wahaha! Of course, we would then need shoes to match, and then a bag to complement the dress and the shoes, and oh, let's not forget the ~~bling blings~~ accessories. The works you know? (^_~)v

(Yes, guys, you can roll your eyes and mutter "Women!" in that exasperated tone of yours now.)

Leanne & I during the morning Chinese wedding ceremony

Now Leanne, or Leanne Babes as I sometimes like to refer her as, is a gorgeous mix of Malaysian-Thai Chinese. Though usually she gets asked if she's Korean or Japanese more often than not. Lol.

In case you're not familiar with Malaysian Chinese weddings, the groom will come and 接新娘, where he comes to claim his bride.

Aha! Ladies, take note. This is the fun part, where us females, the supposedly weaker sex, glorify in our ~~SM fetishes~~ ~~dominatrix~~ power by conjuring all sorts of pranks to inflict on the bridegroom and his ~~male entourage~~ band of brothers.

First hurdle for the groom? Lol...to convince Leanne's younger bro to unlock the door of the bridal car with a nice ang pow!

We then locked the groom out of the house until he and his men ah...satisfied us females (Okay, that sounded wrong) by catering to our every whim...

...such as gleefully having the men split 500 push ups between them...

...before making them apply make-up on one of the poor guys, shake their tush for 5 minutes, and last but not least, undergo a home-made-masking-tape-waxing on the hairiest legs present!

*evil cackle*

Once through the main door, poor Ben had to maneuver through the stairs with another round of negotiation...

.....up, up, up the stairs they went, as we backed up step-by-step...

...until finally, success! \(^_^)/

After the customary Tea Ceremony, we then headed over to Ben's house for the second round of Tea Ceremony with Ben's family.

Snappy moment with Ben & Leanne...

Being Christians, asides from the Chinese wedding ceremony in the morning, there was to be a holy matrimony service in the afternoon before the wedding banquet too.

Personally, I think the staff at Sheraton Subang are pure geniuses to convert the outside of the grand ballroom into such a gorgeous venue for the holy matrimony. What's more, I just loved the fact that all the flowers used were real flowers. None of those tacky plastic flowers, mind you.

The grand ballroom was equally fantastic, with beautiful flower arches at every table...

...with a tealight candle secreted within the flowers!

Here's the bridal entourage - bride, bridesmaid and flower girls having a quick snap before the holy matrimony.

I think in the future if and when I get married, I must hunt down equally cute flower girls.

But they MUST be over the age of 5.

Just so that my bridesmaid would never have to turn into a nursemaid in a blink of an eye.

Initially Leanne planned to toss the bridal bouquet but in the midst of the showering rose petals, we missed out on the perfect moment. Oh well.

Pink roses are so sweet. Ok, roses are sweet. Period.

The special red rose corsage Leanne ordered for me... (^_^)v

Call me anal, but I have a particular fetish for wedding favours. Harks back to a time when Mumsie would come home from some wedding and I'll get some treat to savour over, I guess. Hehe.

Most hotels in Malaysia would offer chocolate, fruit cakes or chocolate cakes encased in a petite, fancy box for guests to take home.

Surprisingly, being a bridesmaid is rather tiring.

I was at Leanne's home by 8am and had no break in between except for 1 1/2 hours to go home, shower and rush to the hotel. I can imagine how much more exhausting it would have been for Leanne. *salute*

But all in all, as tiring as it was, I thought it was an eminently sweet and lovely wedding.

[Pause]

Even if I was falling asleep by the time 9pm rolled by.

Lol. (^_~)

A Message to HIM...

2007-06-20T16:01:00.000+08:00

"Dear ~~BIG GUY IN THE SKY~~ Lord,

PLEASE LET THERE BE LIFTS IN MY OFFICE SOON.

m(_ _)m

I would be eternally grateful if this wish shall be granted, preferably sometime before I keel over and die from the ~~9 flights~~ 10 flights of stairs I have to climb from the basement parking to my office every day.

Thank you."

Your ever, EVER humble subject,

Le Hobbit.

Recce Trip to Casa Rachado, PD!

2007-06-19T17:18:00.001+08:00

On a godforsaken hour two Sundays ago, yours truly the hobbit had to sacrifice her Sunday Snooze to roll up to Casa Rachado in Port Dickson to recce the venue for the 2007 Summer YE Camp come August.

[Pause]

Considering I've already blogged about it on my Leo Club blog, I'm a tad too lazy to re-blog it. Bwahaha. Have a heart, peeps...for certain reasons I am loathe to disclose, I have to juggle THREE blogs.

Bah.

BAH.

BAHH.

But I'm feeling nice today. So I'll post ~~ONE~~ two pics here. Whee!

Le hobbit & Francis enjoying breakfast in the car while our poor driver a.k.a Mr. Iong Sik had to chauffeur us to PD

Yup, Starbucks rule when it opens up so early in the morning. Long live Starbucks. Long live coffee. *runs around office doing the hobbit rite of a coffee thanksgiving dance*

That aside, hop here if you're still keen to find out what happened in Casa Rachado. Hehe, only its the official version though.

The unofficial version had us:

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1) Laughing our a**es off at finding a sanitary pad kept nicely next to a hanging tissue box in Iong Sik-the-only-male-in-the-group's car

2) Cringing at the 'orrible, death-inducing nicknames most of us suddenly got thanks to Francis. "Iong Iong!", "Fan Fan!". Guh. *keels over frothing white foam at the mouth*

3) Threatening to throw Francis out of the car multiple times on the way back to KL, preferably along some abandoned stretch of the isolated highway

4) Threatening to throw her WITHOUT her handphone, since she insisted her 'Tzer Tzer' would come rescue her

5) Threatening to throw her without her handphone, and then SABOTAGING those emergency phones by the highway, so she can't call for help to her 'Tzer Tzer'

6) Checking our own abs to see if we had developed 6-pack abs due to non-stop laughter

7) Bullying Francis some more (Bwahahaha!)

8) Drooling over KFC (especially Joanne a.k.a Hobbit's god-sis)

9) Drooling over Shanghai 'siew long pao' (小龍包)

10) Shanghai-ing (excuse the pun) Joanne off to Dragon-i to eat 'siew long pao' instead of KFC

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Kiwi calling for help to come throw Francis off some highway again?

We were starving by the time we hit Dragon-i in the Curve around 3pm, which probably explains why we didn't uh...defend Iong Iong when he claimed one of the waitresses in Dragon-i was perving on him.

"She kept leaning close onto me when she was taking our orders!"

(O_o) WTFWTFWTF??

BWAHAHAHAHA!

Poor Iong Sik got 'sexually intimidated' while at Dragon-i! LMAO!

*chokes on laughter and needs 5-min break before resuming blogging*

Ahhh...so yeah, so all these additional juicy bits which I had to cut out from the official report on the Leo Club blog for the sake of hmm..maintaining our Leo image.

[Pause]

Eh?

Waitaminute!! Didn't I say I was NOT gonna blog about it?

(-_-")

34th MD308 Leo Forum: Penang, 2007

2007-06-12T17:34:00.000+08:00

I've always been blasted by some friends with the claim that I'm never free for them. (-_-")

So it was rather amazing (well at least it was to me) that last weekend, amidst my work and Leo club schedules, that yours truly could happily roll up to Penang on a semi-spontaneous streak to attend the 34th MD308 Leo Forum from 1 June - 3 June 2007.

I'm off to Penang!

Now the last time the Leo Forum was held in Penang was in 2005. This year, the Leos who went were our club's 2006/07 President Leo Zetuan, IPP Leo Daryan, Secretary Leo Min Han, Editor/IT Director Leo Edwin, and Ren Li, while Asst. Treasurer Leo Joanne & 2nd VP Leo Elaine (yes, moi) were only able to join on Saturday morning.

As it was, Joanne, Merv & I had to leave KL at the godforsaken hour of 6:30am. Okay, we PLANNED to leave at 6:30am but in the end we left around 7am but hey! That's still considered an ungodly hour in my book for a Saturday morning okay?

Setting off from me home...

Knowing it would be a 4-hour drive, I got well-prepared for a comfy ride up and dragged my trusty kitty cushion along for the trip. Lol. Not that I'm a bit too old for soft toys but dammit, it's damn soft and nice to hug and it makes a great emergency pillow. Muaha!

My trusty sidekick sometimes affectionately called 'Meow Meow'. So I'm unimaginative in naming it. Sue me.

Like most trips to anywhere in Malaysia, the scenery you get while on the highway is always the same. If it's not palm trees, it's coconut trees. Trees, trees, trees. *snore*.

Oh, occasionally we get some mountains and rock formations too, especially when you hit the Perak state. Perak is well-known for its limestone mountains, and umm...let's see...marble. Yup, usually you'll pass by lots of mountains being mined for marble, which tends to leave them looking...~~nekkid~~ naked.

Somewhere along the way to Penang, we ran into a massive jam at the one of the toll booths. You know, it's a bit scary when you realize you can't outrun traffic jams ANYWHERE in Malaysia anymore. Sien betul.

Guh. Jam again. Ish!

After a gruelling 4-hour drive, of which we had swapped drivers during our rest stops, we finally reached Penang! (^_~)/ "Hello Penang!"

Hark! We're on the Penang Bridge!

A shot of Penang from the bridge. Seeing those boats and yachts make me think a bit of Sydney instead. Hmm.

Before I continue, let me explain that Leo Forums are a great way to interact with other Leos and to renew old friendships, not to mention great to catch up with fellow KL Omega Leos. So, by arriving 1 day late, apparently I had missed out on quite a bit.

Like me missing the Leo Parade down the entire length of Gurney Drive...

...and missing out on the Fellowship Night at the Former Uplands School field...

...plus missing out on the performances by the Digi Celebriteens, it seems. Oh, and winning goodies from the Digi Yellow Men!

Min Han wearing the yellow Digi cap he won for shaking his tush onstage with the Yellow Men!

Apparently, I also missed out on the Opening Ceremony and Special Project in Sri Pinang Hall...

...but we arrived just in time to join the rest of the gang for Bak Kut Teh on Gurney Drive! Bwahaha! According to Zetuan, they had escaped earlier to have lunch outside because no one really had a yen for the catered chicken curry and mee hoon for lunch.

Predictably, we got lost almost immediately upon reaching Georgetown. Lol. So, while hunting for the route to Gurney Drive, the 3 of us had a mini-tour instead. LMAO.

One of the landmarks we passed by as we went on our uh...mini tour.

Several twists & turns and many, many one-way roads, we finally found our way to Gurney Drive. (-_-")

After lunch, we headed back to our hotel for a quick rest and to freshen up after the long journey before we went for the District 308 B1 Leo Forum in Sri Pinang Hall.

Unlike most forums where everyone would be housed in a single hotel, due to the smaller sizes of most hotels in Penang, everyone was scattered apart in several hotels. The Lions stayed in G Hotel, while most of the Alpha Leos were housed in Evergreen Laurel and Bayview Hotel.

As for the rest of us Omega Leos? Well, we ended up in Cititel, which strangely has no swimming pool, which totally made Leo Zetuan very, very disappointed. Lol.

(P/s. For those who went for the 2005 MD 308 Leo Forum that was also held in Penang, it's the hotel in front of that mamak place we had our yumcha sessions with the Lions last time. Hee!)

Komtar as seen from our hotel room

Due to the fact that our glorious leader had mistakenly noted the time for the Forum, we misjudged our timing and ended up reaching the forum late. Luckily we had arrived in time for the awards for Omega Leo Clubs, and had to sneak in through the back door.

More amazingly, there was actually an entire row of empty seats for us where we sat together with Lion Soh from our sponsor club, Lions Club of KL Cheras and also the KL Perennial Leos.

On a mutual agreement, we had decided to roar for every single KL Omega Club that won. What we didn't expect was how often that would be, which meant we kept popping up and down from our chairs yelling "KL Omega, Roar! Roar! Roar!" non-stop.

Trust me, it's EXTREMELY tiring and damn harsh on the throat. Even the other club members were a bit confused why we kept bouncing up from our seats like, 5 times in a row to keep cheering the same roar.

Which, btw, is why I've no pics to post here. We were too busy roaring and going to the front to take pictures that we simply had no hands to shoot pics!

Although we did not retain our Top Club position for this forum, nevetherless KLCC Omega did quite well, garnering Outstanding Club Award, Outstanding Secretary Award for Leo Min Han, Merit President Award for Leo Zetuan, Merit Treasurer Award for Leo Yedda, and also Outstanding Leo Award for Leo Joanne!

For our projects, we gained recognition for our efforts, receiving the award for Outstanding Environmental Project for our PD Beach Cleaning project, Outstanding Fund-raising Project for our Jumble Sale, and Outstanding Children Project for our Sharing Hearts Sharing Hopes projects! (Let me check on the award names, might have jumbled em' up)

CONGRATS YOU GUYS FOR A JOB WELL DONE! (^_~)b

Now the Top Awards are usually presented during the Banquet Night, and this Forum it was to be held at Han Chiang School Hall. For some reason, both times that I've been to the forum in Penang, the banquet nights were held either in the Municipal Hall or in school halls. (-_-?)

Now Han Chiang is pretty famous for its heritage in Penang. They even have a statue of its founder in the front of the hall.

If you're wondering why it's a backshot, that's because hordes of Alpha Leos were hogging the front to snap pix. Me being the older and more patient (*cough cough*) Omega Leo, decided to let them have the front all to themselves.

Amazingly, the school has been around since 1958! What's more, this statue was unveiled by our very first Prime Minister, Tunku Abdul Rahman!

This year, the banquet theme was Shanghai Night. Although I didn't bother trying to fit myself into a cheongsam (since I know I look horrible in one), it was quite nice to see so many of the other forum delegates to rise to the occasion and dress up according to theme.

In case you're wondering AGAIN why all these shots are from the back, it's because:

a) They were mostly Alpha Leos
b) I didn't know them (and was feeling slightly anti-social due to lack of sleep)
c) I was too lazy to trot over and ask them to turn around to pose
d) They might think I'm some female perv with a thing for females, god forbid!

Now we had to wait quite a long time before we were allowed into the hall, eventhough we were ON TIME. Malaysian timing again. Sheesh. Btw, they actually made us line up in 2 lines before allowing us to enter like we were some elementary students indeed.

Funnily enough, there weren't much 'Shanghai' decor in the hall. We had flashing strobe and gobo lights. We even had a smoke machine, for the love of God. But considering the theme was Shanghai Night, isn't it more feasible to put some more oriental touches? But that's my 2 cents worth, of course. *shrugs*

My god sis, Joanne & I

Zetuan trying to act cute. *puke puke*

Zetuan, Edwin & Min Han

Yeah, we decided to camwhore a bit while waiting for the hall to fill since we have to document this occasion for the club anyway. To kick off the night, there were several speeches from VIPs and Lion dignitaries.

Considering it's Penang, it wasn't surprising to have a Dragon Dance as our entertainment. The added twist though, was it was a GLOW-IN-THE-DARK DRAGON. (O_o). Yeah, they plunged us into darkness and all of a sudden this glowing PINK dragon bobs through the crowd.

To give them due credit, it was a pretty good performance by the Chung Hwa Penang School. Only I think they shouldn't have done it while the first course of the meal was served. As it is, we couldn't even tell what we were eating and had to take turns using our handphones to illuminate the dish. (-_-")

Satay prawns? Funky...

After the banquet dinner, we headed for Feringgi Bay! There's lots of bargains there which made us me us very happy shoppers indeed. Hee! Bought loads of uh...secret merchandises and headed onwards to Gurney Drive to meet with the Bukit Kiara Leos for supper.

It turned out that they were in a cafe nearby instead, which clashed with out intention to pig out on char kuey teow, so we settled by ourselves on one of the stalls still open at that time and had some yummy supper!

Penang Char Kuey Teow rawks full-time. This stall may not be one of the best but it still beats those in KL hands down.

Next morning, we opted for breakfast on our own again and went off a-hunting. Headed for this apparently famous Char Kuey Teow auntie at Lorong Selamat but it was still closed when we got there! Shoot. So we ended up going several rounds thinking where else to eat.

Along the way I saw this, which I thought it was pretty hilarious. I never knew KL was famous for pork meatball noodles. (O_o)?

Eventually we just settled for one of the coffeeshops around Lorong Selamat and faced the ever-present problem of finding parking.

The guys goofing around again while waiting for Joanne and Merv to find parking

Originally we were headed for the corner coffeeshop that we've ate before during the last forum, but halfway through I saw the dim sum! So, me being the kid I am bugged the rest to have dim sum instead. (^_~)v

Check out the variety of dim sum pastry they have here. I don't ever recall seeing them serve these in KL dim sum shops.

Our haul for the morning, or rather, half of our haul. The first half went down our tummy already...

The guys went back for the Closing Ceremony after breakkie while Joanne, Merv and I opted to hunt down and buy 'dau sar piah' (a famous local pastry) to haul home.

One the way we passed by the supposedly-famous Char Kuey Teow auntie's stall and she was opened by then! Grr...talk about lousy timing on our part.

Now, Zetuan wanted to buy Him Heang 'dau sar piah'. But even after rounding Jalan Burma for what seemed liked eternity, we still couldn't find it even though we passed by Ghee Hiang about, I don't know, 5 times?

Most Penang-lang swear by Ghee Hiang btw, although for some reason KL peeps lurrvve Him Heang. I wonder why. Eventually we called up Penang friends, who informed us that Him Heang is actually closed on Sundays. WTF? (O_o) *bangs head repeatedly on car door*

So we ended up going back to Ghee Hiang...

...only to find out that they were sold out already! (-_-"). Argh! ARGH! ARGGHH! We wasted too much time going round and round hunting for Hin Heang and missed out on Ghee Hiang! So we had to head home to KL empty-handed. (T_T)

To top it off, we got lost trying to find our way back to Han Chiang. Again. (>_<)

Eventually I dozed off while Merv and Joanne continued the joyride all around Penang looking for a familiar route back to Han Chiang. 2 hours later, we gave up, stopped at a McD and told Zetuan to meet at the toll instead.

5 minutes later, I had a call from Zetuan:

Zetuan: "Eh, which McD are you guys at? Oh, oh I see Joanne's car!" (Line goes dead)
Me: ........... (O_o)?

Another 5 minutes later, he troops in with the others:

Zetuan: "Do you know where Han Chiang is from here?"
Me: Uh..no?
Zetuan: (points to the BACK of the McD) "THERE."
Me: (-_-") W-T-F? *keels over dying of laughter*

According to Merv, he had never gone over so much of Penang in his entire life. Lol. Talk about a memorable 2-day, 1-night trip indeed.

Joyride over, it was time for us to head home. We left Penang and quickly ran into an neverending storm around Ipoh, which then 'accompanied' us for the rest of our journey home.

Now in Malaysia, rain = traffic jam.

Would you believe we only reached back into PJ and KL around 8pm or so? We left Penang at about 2:30pm. If there wasn't a storm, we could have reached, oh, Singapore already.

The best part was of course, when everyone was screaming for a toilet rest stop, and there weren't any in sight, and then you see the nearest rest stop is but 500m away but you CAN'T get to it because the cars in front of you ARE NOT FREAKIN' MOVING in the bloody traffic jam.

[Pause]

You have no idea how much we wished for teleportation then.

All in all, it was quite a fun trip because we created our own entertainment most of the time. Bwahaha. The forum itself though was a disappointment and many felt paying RM300 for it wasn't worth it.

Not when we were initially informed we would stay in Evergreen Hotel, or that all our meals were to be there. Not for fried mee hoon and curry chicken. And, no offence to Penang Leos, definitely NOT for THAT Penang Leo who uttered the classic line of "This is how we do it in Penang" to us.

Nuh-uh. No siree. Pffft.

Psst...for the more official one I wrote for my Leo Club, hop here.

Paris Prison Release

2007-06-08T01:15:00.001+08:00

Psst...did you hear?

Paris Hilton is released from prison.

Yeah, THIS PARIS.

What?

Already?

Uh huh. Some unspecified medical reason, apparently.

Rumours were some rash breakout positively endangered her life. The other one was about her suffering a...ah...mental breakdown and was at risk.

Oh come on, did they really think the rest of the world are made up of gibbering idiots? Only a class-1 wanker would believe we would fall for that.

If you ask me, the only thing at risk would be letting her out among the bevy of men she hasn't waded through yet throughout the entire freaking world.

Dear Paris will now be under home confinement for 40 days. *rolls eyes*. She could throw a bloody 40-day orgy in her house during that home confinement for all we would know.

Why am I not surprised at all the farce going on? (O_o)

P/s: Have I mentioned how Paris probably has got the most glamorous mug shot EVER? Lip gloss, eye liner, mascara, curled hair. *rolls eyes again*.

P/p/s: Did ANYONE actually believe she would have to really complete her entire 23 days in jail?

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UPDATE: Seems Paris might have to go back to jail after more than 400 angry emails and hundreds of calls screeched about 'Celebrity Justice'.

Woots! This is so much more entertaining than watching a soap opera!

UPDATED UPDATE: Okay, she's back in the slammer. Just so you guys know, the only reason I'm updating this is so no smart-alecky wanker will leave a hoity-toity comment to put me in the know me of Paris' current episode of her drama life. *rolls eyes*

Ayaka 絢香

2007-05-29T17:10:00.000+08:00

The other day I stumbled over a new Japanese artiste called Ayaka that recently stormed into the Jap music realm sometime in February 2007.

Now apparently Ayaka made major waves with her hit song I Believe, so I decided to snoop around and check our her album First Message. Btw, please don't confuse this song with the song Believe sung by AI okay? Geez, they need some more unique titles sometimes.

Anyway, as you can see, Ayaka is a really pwetty girl. You know, the cute kind that turns most guys into drooling imbeciles with nary a grey cell left in their head. *rolls eyes*

So you can imagine how pleasantly surprised I was to hear her voice, which can only be described as unique. For a while I was wincing in anticipation of a voice akin to oh, Otsuka Ai or Aya Matsuura with their kawaii voices. I mean, I do like some of their songs too, but it's too...too...cute.

(I mean, can you listen to them several hours in a go without bleeding out of your ears? Can you? Can you? No right. Point said.)

Guh.

At this point I would also like to stress that this Ayaka is NOT Ayaka Hirahara of Jupiter fame, mind you, although their voices are both equally unique and strangely somewhat similar.

Now I'm the type of person who, when discovering a liking for a certain singer, would go download almost all his/her songs like the world was gonna end tomorrow. (The same goes with books. If you look at my bookshelf, you'll see most of my books are a collection of authors I have a yen for.)

But I digress. Back to Ayaka.

So off I went and tried out Ayaka's latest single called Jewelry Day.

OMG.OMG.OMG. The 2 songs on Jewelry Day are SO GOOD!!!

Here, check out Jewelry Day, which, btw, I think is a kinda unique name you'll rarely see on a song.

Drool-worthy! Drool-worthy! As a matter of face, I think my favourite song from Ayaka so far is the song I'm Alone from the Jewelry Day single release.

Pretty AND talented. (O_o)

I think you can safely say I'm teensy weeny envious. Lol. (>_<)

But for now, I'm definitely plonking Ayaka into my list of fave Jap artistes. Hee.

I'm off now to go drool over her other songs.

Toodles, peeps! (^_~)v

P/s. Angela Aki's got a new single out too, called 孤独のカケラ. Woots!

Pride & Prejudice: Darcy's Side

2007-05-29T01:38:00.000+08:00

A few days ago, my fellow ~~romance~~ book-loving colleague stumbled over this...

Amanda Grange's take on Fitzwilliam Darcy's side of the story

...which had me positively going into raptures. *Sighs reverently with glistening eyes*

Imagine, hearing about the story from Mr. Darcy's point of view. I was practically drooling like an imbecile when she told me she had bought it, and her being the kind soul she is, lent it to me over the weekend just to put me out of misery.

My verdict?

Fascinating. Abso-freakin-lutely satisfying for the Darcy fan in me.

Now I'm a freak about Jane Austen's Pride & Prejudice. Out of all her books, from Emma to Mansfield Park, Pride & Prejudice remains my absolute and undisputable favourite.

Forget about the simplified version for easy Literature class. I have a classic leather-bound hard-cover unabridged version that has no illustrations whatsoever on the cover, save for the title hot-stamped in gold.

Its pages are parchment-like and thin as a whisper, which sighs each time I turn a page. And its words, well even an idiot can tell they're typed with an antiquated typewriter.

The end result?

Words so minute, I suspect I'll need a magnifying glass to read it when I grow older into a grandma.

Never mind the fact that it's heavy and a pain in the royal tush to read sometimes. I just love it. I revere in its antiquity. I bask in the very need to use our complete imagination to conjure up how Elizabeth or Mr. Darcy looked like.

And then in 1995, a mini-drama series was released with Colin Firth as Mr. Darcy. Mm-mm!

You have no idea how much of frenzied stalker I was of this series. Mind you, back then DVDs weren't exactly a dirt-cheap fad, and Astro was still non-existent. I had to rush home from school and battle for the VCR, stand guard over it and scream bloody murder so much if anyone pointed a finger at the VCR.

(-_-")

Come to think of it, I wonder where did those video tapes go?

*Scratches head*

You would think that after all the bloodshed over taping this series, I would remember to at least keep track of the tapes. Tsk. At this point I wholly blame the DVD industry for my uh...folly.

Anyway, when they decided to release the silver-screen adaptation of Pride & Prejudice in 2006, I think I positively went bonkers.

I must admit that until today, I've actually watched that movie 5 times. *looks up heavenwards*. It just seems that everytime I get a craving to rot in front of the idiot box with a movie, I would inevitably gravitate towards it. (O_o)

Besides, IMHO, Keira Knightly did a good job as Elizabeth Bennet. At the very least, she does justice to Lizzy's 'fine eyes' that pop up so often in the book. Hee.

Afore mentioned 'Fine Eyes'

Hmm. I also thought Matthew MacFaydden was a pretty good Mr. Darcy. I thoroughly relished the way he conveyed Darcy's awkwardness in terms of social skills that oft led to his arrogant exterior.

One of my favourite moments was after he hands Lizzy into the coach, he flexes his hand after touching Lizzy's hand. At the risk of sounding like a bimbo, I thought that was pretty cute. In fact, methinks his unsure expression was definitely appealing. Even more so after you read Mr. Darcy's Diary! Huhuhu.

Btw, in case some of you didn't know, Keira Knightly is actually dating George Wickham in real life, only his real name is Rupert Friend (Friend? FRIEND?) and he strangely looks a LOT like Orlando Bloom, which is kinda freaky and which I don't think is necessarily a good thing except when he's in Legolas mode.

Elizabeth Bennet & George Wickham

If I had my way, Orlando Bloom would stay 24/7 in Legolas mode, complete with elf ears. That's the only time I can ever think him drool-worthy.

But I digress. Back to the movie.

I think a reason why I'm such a sucker for this movie is that there were some really great scenes that totally added new dimensions to what I had imagined when I was oh, 12 years old and trying to decipher the semi-archaic English used then.

Prior to visiting Pemberly. Me heartz the big tree!

Pondering in the rain while on a swing

Possibly one of my favourite scenes in the movie. I have a slight phobia of heights, and seeing her standing there with the wind whipping her dress around her was like "Whoahh!" for me.

And this scene after Mr. Darcy strides through the morning mist and they confess their mutual feelings for one another. \(^o^)/

Mind you, this scene in the movie was sooooo sweet I almost gagged. Right before I got to being kinda jealous. And then wistful. And..and...uh...nvm, I'm getting carried away.

*Sighs happily*

And some people wonder why I like Pride & Prejudice.

Tsk.

[Images all sourced from umm...uh..oh heck, somewhere on Google. Ish.]

Spacing Out

2007-05-15T18:59:00.000+08:00

Well, peeps, perhaps some of you thought I've dropped off the face of the earth, when in fact I've been busy bumping up another blog.

So sorry, peeps!! ほんとに　ごめなさい！

m(_ _)m

So yeah, I've been kinda spacing out on this blog because I've been sleeping, eating, breathing the new blog for my Leo club.

As it is, I've got 10 years of history to meander through (Urk...diediedie.) and it's giving me a headache sourcing for photos, and then getting the details on 'em.

Lol. On a brighter note, by the time I'm done with all these, I'll be an expert on my club's history. Bwahaha.

Plus, I've been getting a lot of funny/weird/justplainwrong pictures of our past projects, camps and stuffs. *evil cackle*

For some of you guys who've known me for a while and always wonder just what we do besides randomly roaring at certain intervals, hop over HERE to see what my Leo club is all about!

Aight, that's all for now peeps. Just thought I'll drop in and reassure you I'm not lying in some ditch off some obscure road.

Right now it's back to uploading more club pictures onto our club Flickr page.

Toodles peeps! I'll try to resurface here sometime next week.

[Pause]

Just to prove I'm still alive and kicking. (n_n)/

Quickie Update

2007-05-01T00:34:00.000+08:00

Well, the wireless is still down at home, which is why you probably haven't seen me recently since I'm not at work (where I'm online practically 24/7).

As it is, I think the peeps at Starbucks are getting kinda sick of seeing my face every few nights. Oh, maybe April's face too, since I usually drag her along.

[Just so you know, right now April's muttering French phrases from some site, which I totally don't understand. At certain intervals, she breaks into a frown and mutters "Xerxes...".]

But heck, tomorrow's May 1st! Not only is it Labour Day, but it's also YP's birthday! Happy birthday babes! Hope you have a blast in sunny Singapore! *Huggiez!*

That aside, guess what else is happening tomorrow?

Spidey 3 premieres at cinemas and I'm gonna be watching Spidey 3 tomorrow night! YAY!!

Tres cool...

Anyone heading for the 9pm slot at One U? Hehe. If you're lucky you'll spot a hobbit head bobbing around. We can group up and chant "Spidey 3! Spidey 3!" like a mantra and go around making crop circles.

To what purpose I don't know, but it seems ~~positively retarded~~ vaguely appropriate. Bwahaha.

Aiks, it seems Starbucks is closing and is chasing me out now. Booger.

Ta ppl! I'm off to dream about Spidey!

The Noise Next Door

2007-04-27T15:27:00.000+08:00

It's driving me crazy.

Hell, it's driving us crazy, that incessant drilling and hammer pounding noise that's coming from next door.

Hurrah for those bloody wankers reconstructing next door without giving a f*ck about the rest of us working in the offices nearby.

You've successfully converted an entire office into delving into the dark arts, just to learn how to curse you guys for eternity.

Can you imagine coming to work everyday and hearing this non-stop from 10am onwards, come rain or shine?

"Wham!"
"Bam!"
"Brrr!"

If only that was a script for a movie where a guy just had a one-night stand, says "Wham bam! Thank you, ma'am" as he leaves the bed, and ends up shivering because he's been kicked out into the cold, stark naked for saying that.

But it's not, dammit.

I feel like barging in next door and yell "SHUT~~THEF*CK~~UP!" at them. But I don't. Because we've already lodged a complaint with the management, and it doesn't seem to have any effect (Figures. *rolls eyes*).

So unless I barge in with explosives strapped onto my 5ft hobbit frame, I seriously doubt any of those wankers would give a sh*t about me stalking over to gripe.

Bloodysoddingd*ckheads.

Book review: Jane Green

2007-04-26T17:26:00.000+08:00

So let's talk about reading. Chick lit, to be precise.

Considering the last time I suggested reading to a friend of mine, she practically had a seizure and started frothing white foam at the mouth, it's quite nice to actually meet a new acquaintance who doesn't think touching a book would turn her, duh, into a worm or something.

Now through this new friend of mine, I've been a tad more exposed to the realm of chick lit. Well, I read Kathy Reichs, Tom Clancy and I've got scores of romance novels (I'm a sucker for Judith McNaught and other historical romances), but my fave genre, hands down, would be fantasy fiction.

So yeah, I'm essentially more of a Raymond E. Feist or Terry Goodkind fan than a...umm...uh...nvm. I can't think of a chick lit author off the top of my head now.

The closest I've been to chick lit was 'The Devil You Know' by Louise Bagshawe, which I discovered while digging around in that second-hand bookstore in Freemantle and promptly got hooked onto.

[Come on, a story about sexy triplets thrown together with hot hunks, vile drama, revenge and a happy ending...only a brain-dead, limp fish wouldn't get hooked.]

Now, through my friend's recommendation, I've been reading some books from Jane Green recently. Well, Jemima Jane and Mr. Maybe to be exact. And hey, waddaya know? They're pretty entertaining actually!

Which now makes me wanna go hunt down the rest of her books now, and probably start a collection to be added onto my already-crowded-beyond-belief bookshelf.

Umm. That's all I'm gonna say about Jane Green and her books.

Okay, as a book review that was pretty sucky. I'm too lazy to give you the gist of the story but what the heck. You guys now know what I'm reading for the mo, and that it's not mind-numbingly boring.

So there.

Book review concluded.

Some Unrelated Rambling For The Day...

..... going Starbucks last night to go online was a complete waste of time. The connection was sooo bad, that by the time I could connect onto MSN and my blog, it was time for Starbucks to close. (-_-")

..... I've just finished watching Bleach Ep. 122 and 123. OMFG. It's getting pretty exfreakinciting. Am just shredding myself mentally while waiting for Ep. 124 to come out. *diediediedie*

..... my Jap god~~son~~bro just told me he's going for a date with someone almost 5 years older. I know age isn't an issue, and he prefers older women, and hey she made the first move! But, you know...it's just niggling me a bit that she's older than me. Ok, it's just me being anal. Guh.

..... on animes again. Does anyone know if Ghost Hunt has a 2nd season? It seems so...so...hanging. Ish.

..... I'm heading to Alexis on Sat night with LuciousLyn who's back from Paris/HK/Beijing. We'll have dinner and groove to a jazz live band. [Pause]. Did I just say groove? That just about indicates how much I've grown since the boyband mania of high school days.

..... P/s. Karaoke anyone?

Which? どち？ Yang mana?

2007-04-25T11:50:00.000+08:00

I have a dilemma.

See, with my new job, comes my new pay. *does wild jig around room*

With new pay, comes new toys. Or so I hope.

Now after paying off all my debts to my Mum and bro, I have to make up a new monthly budget, because after all, I still have to save for my year-end trip to Yame.

For the uninitiated, Yame is a place in Fukuoka, Japan. Not a place where the people's living depends soley on YAM, nor a place where its people are famous for saying "Ya meh?".

Got that? Cool.

So where was I? Oh yes, saving for Yame. Like I expected, no one's really donating to my 'Yame 2007 Charity Fund' plea few months back. Shoot. Fairy godmothers are a huge farce after all. *shakes fist in the air*

Trip aside, I'm dying to get a new phone. But I also want to get a digicam since my Nikon died-ed on me. Both aren't necessary, but I've been hankering for one since ages ago.

Not having my own digicam is such a pain for me. I can't jolly well keep borrowing my bro or friends' cameras to snap whatever catches my eye, can I? Partially why I haven't been posting so many picture post too.

Furthermore, LovelyLeanne's wedding is on 9th June, and since I MIGHT end up being her bridesmaid, I would want my own camera to snap every single thing in sight that tickles me fancy.

But I would also like to have a phone with funky gadgets and stuffs too you know. Plays MP3. Snaps good pics. Something that looks like it belongs to the CURRENT CENTURY thank you.

I'll prob get a nice bluetooth hands-free too, so I won't have to yell like a banshee anymore when I'm on the phone with friends via speaker-mode while driving. And then I'll bug April non-stop to design another nice handphone charm to go with my new phone. *drools*

But I'm getting carried away now. I can only afford either one right now, so now I'm killing more itty bitty grey cells trying to decide which to get first.

......................

Handphone?

Camera?

Handphone?

Camera?

Phooey. (>_<)

These, and other questions...

On The Blink

2007-04-24T18:38:00.000+08:00

Yeah well, apparently the brand-new router is on the blink.

A glorious contribution that is 2-part thanks to my bro's overconfidence in the lightning surge protector, 1 part thanks to the puny lightning surge protector itself, and the last part a courtesy of everyone's favourite Norse god, Thor, who so kindly provided the bloody lightning that zapped the router nuts.

Looking good, handsome. Now stop zapping routers will you?

Whee.

In case you didn't know, no router means no wireless Internet at home. And as I have about a 0.5% possibility of being able to wrest the other PC from my 2nd bro, this leaves me with no Internet at home for the next bloody 2 weeks, as my bro decided to send it in for repair under warranty.

Which in return, also means...

1. No MSN. Which means no contact with friends overseas.
2. No Limewire. Bye-bye to all those new songs I was planning to download.
3. No BitTorrent. Dammit. I had a list of manga to download.
4. No Blogs. WTF.WTF. No rant outlet & entertainment source for the day.

As it is, I spent my last Saturday practically ensconced in Starbucks.

Had a call from D, one of my bosses, regarding some urgent job that just came in from LA. Surprise surprise! After informing him blithely about the state of my Internet connection at home, I had to haul a** to the nearest Starbucks at 10am or so.

Now, I firmly believe that waking up before 11am is definitely cruel on a long-awaited Saturday. The only bright side, of which I repeated like a mantra, was that I would be able to guzzle down a frappuccino and have a brilliant start to the day.

The crux, of course, was that I was supposed to attend an International Understanding Day held by one of the alpha Leo clubs that was due to begin at noon. Bummer. So I had to skip that, as I seriously doubted that by the time I finished my stuffs, I would have been able to get there in time from Cheras.

Just peachy. Brilliant start, indeed.

So I spent my entire morning in Starbucks getting gawked at (total frog-eyed staring to the max) by certain ~~sorry-ass wankers~~ people who passed by, which kinda irritated me.

[What? Never seen a girl sit alone in Starbucks with her Macbook on a Sat morning? Which hole did you crawl out of, loser? Bah.]

After freezing my butt off for about 2 hours, I decided to hit April's place instead, leaving behind the gawking ~~dipshits~~ retards for normal humans.

Was planning to rot at April's till night while filching her wireless, but Mum buzzed me with the info that she had cooked one of my fave dishes for dinner. Mm-mm. So I went home for dinner, and ended up...

...back in Starbucks after dinner.

That's right. I'm an Internet addict. Call it sad. Call it whatever, but I had promised to meet Rie, my Jap god-sis on MSN that night. So I dragged April out along to Starbucks, and happily settled down on comfy chairs facing each other, before we started chatting...on MSN.

O_o

Bei right? Even now when I think about it I feel kinda stoned but yeah, we had to chat a bit on MSN because the tables were all quite close to each other and us laughing like hyenas might have grated on other patrons.

Besides, if you were there, you wouldn't have wanted to hear the gist of our conversations. Trust me. We spared you mental trauma. Permanent mental trauma.

So now you have April and I there, BOTH freezing our butts off in Starbucks. Makes me sometimes wonder why I even bother. And then I go, "Oh frappuccino!" and everyone I know would understand.

Frappuccino + Internet + Music = Just brilliant

But you know what's even more brilliant?

I now have a 5-day weekend break looming ahead, and I'll STILL have no Internet by then. (T_T). I suppose by the end of my 5-day break, I'm gonna be on first-name basis with most of the night shift staff at Starbucks.

Olé! Bravo indeed.

P/s: If you're wondering why I'm not trooping off for some hols, I have my trips planned at other times, plus I've tons of errands to settle these 5 days. Hence only night visits to Starbucks.

Viva le France!

2007-04-21T22:15:00.000+08:00

I don't know about you, but if I'm given a choice of top 10 places I would want to go, France would be on the list for sure.

So you can imagine my incredulity when I found a blog which referred this...

...as a landmark in PARIS.

(O_o)

WTF? WTF? WTF?

*bangs head repeatedly against wall*

Since when has the Leaning Tower of Pisa been transported from ITALY to FRANCE?

I'm not saying I'm a bloody expert on France, but please, I can at least tell that the only famed tower in France:

1) Is called the EIFFEL TOWER
2) Is made of iron and not white marble
3) Is definitely NOT leaning over one side
4) And looks like this instead

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At the very least, if you wanna blog about the picture, get your facts right.

Heck, for the love of God, JUST.GET.THE.NAME.RIGHT. (-_-")

It doesn't really take much to keep me happy, you know?

P/s: I'm being nice for once, and have decided not to link her blog, lest she gets sliced to tiny pieces by angry Italian/Pisa residents.

Monkeying Up Fraser's Hill

2007-04-21T12:05:00.000+08:00

Way before I got ambushed by the ~~rouge virus~~ flu, a troupe of monkeys descended upon Fraser's Hill, hellbent on getting drunk as hell and going on ~~non-profit~~ 'gambling' binges in between bouts of gastronomical ecstasy.

Now this bunch of monkeys included yours truly (naturally) and her group of ex-colleagues she would like to fondly call as "The Motley Crew".

Mind you, it was a bit of a joke considering this could have been considered as a 'Team Building' trip for them and there I was, in all her glory, the ex-employee happily joining in the fun. Muka tebal betul. (So thick skinned of me) (>_<)

Lol. But I think it's great that I could still chill with them freely because they're seriously fun and nice people to work with. *Hugs to all Mantra peeps*.

But enough reminiscing, onwards to the ~~long-winded~~ story of the monkeys sojourn up to Fraser's Hill...

Day 1

It was a cloudy Saturday morning that saw us monkeys grouping up for breakfast before we hit the infamous death-wish-inducing roads up to Frasers. To further illustrate how bad the roads are, several rounds of advice had been circulated in (and out) of the office.

"Bring minyak kapak."

"Eat motion-sickness pills."

"Slaughter chicken before you leave house."

Okay, that last one was made up by me. But hey, when Evelyn, our (ex)-colleague born and bred in Fraser, produced an entire roll of trash bags and started providing BARF BAG SERVICE, you'll never know if some superstitious help might come in handy. Lol.

I ended up in the same car with HotChickRachel, UncleSimon and his gorgeous girlfriend.

HotChickRachel with her uber cool sunnies

On the way to Fraser's Hill, asides passing by the usual trees, hills, road hogs and motorcycle mutants that graces our beloved Malaysian roads, we also passed by:

a) ~~A ghost town~~ An abandoned small town
b) More ~~ghost towns~~ empty towns
c) AN AMAZING LAKE THAT BORDERS A DAM!

A hurried shot of the lake as UncleSimon's Suzuki Swift roared past

Now as it turned out, both HotChickRachel and I get car sick easily. Before we had even reached the halfway point, we were already quite nauseous. In between shifting restlessly at the back seats, I even resorted to blocking out everything by blasting my Shuffle. [I'm surprised I didn't turn deaf there and then]

I suppose we can blame the roads, but personally, I suspect it's more of UncleSimon's supposed homage to the 'Initial D School of Driving' that did more of the damage instead. Ish.

UncleSimon hitting the bends ala puke-inducing Initial D-style

Hell ride asides, Fraser's Hill is simply sublime as a relaxing getaway from the madness of the city. If I were rich enough, I would head there every weekend to rewind.

[NOTE: Drug me before you haul me up there next time though. Even better, just KO me from behind and let me wake up at the peak with absolutely no memory of the nightmare drive up. Thank you. I'll love you long time if you did that.]

One of the many rest-stops that dotted the roads around Fraser's Hill

FYI, Fraser's Hill can be quite confusing. At one point it's one-way roads up and down the hill. The only focal point I could somewhat pinpoint was the town center with the clock tower.

Creeper vines make this clock tower so medieval

Several twists, turns and many rounds of tooting the car horn (to alert oncoming traffic around blind corners), we finally reached our destination - Richmond House!

Hedge plant pillars! For certs, this is one very English-looking place.

Most of the buildings in Fraser's Hill are colonial-styled. Most notably would be Ye Old Smoke House, a quaint tea house that serves authentic English tea amongst an English garden setting, roses and all.

Ye Old Smoke House

Speaking of roses, the flowers in Fraser's Hill are FANTASTIC! Everywhere we went there were all these gorgeous flowers blooming healthily. *Goes into flower frenzy*. One can almost conclude that I had really 發花瘋 already.

All these gorgeous specimens, and I couldn't really pin down the proper name for them. It was "Oh, red lily!" and "Purple flower!" the whole time. *Paiseh* (>_<)

That aside, Richmond House even has their own veggie patch!

If Rapunzel lived next door, she would have probably stolen the cabbage/lettuce/whatever you call those big-ass veggies to eat. Only there's no wicked witch to catch her, except for a black & white furball that poses as a dog that roams around the back of Richmond House.

Said black & white furball with a penchant for eating human toes

The first thing I noticed as we entered Richmond House was the this. Kindly note my source of entertainment at the last and third plaque. LMAO.

Only durians? What about petai? Stinky fried tofu? Lol.

Once inside Richmond House, the first thing you'll notice is how cosy it is. Check out the authentic fireplace. What's funky cool is that they actually use it because I saw ashes and chopped logs at the back.

I mean, how often do we get a chance to light a fireplace in Malaysia anyway, huh?

Them sofa seats are simply divine to snooze on

This pic doesn't really do the rooms justice. I love the tall windows and the drapes! Very, very nice rooms to snooze in after drinking bouts with friends. Too bad though, that we were actually bunking in a different apartment.

I want long windows and sheer curtains in my room too!

Not surprisingly, their garden is large and well-maintained. Naturally, we females also came to the conclusion it would be perfect to suntan while lying on the lounge chairs provided. [Pause]. Only it might be weird to be in bikini while at Fraser's Hill.

As we had arrived a tad too early, we trooped around snapping pics and basically just goofed around while waiting for lunch to be served.

Jackzilla, the monster that eats little boys for lunch

Being the ravenous souls that we are, we demolished the food set out for tea before we had lunch. Yeah, I know tea is usually taken after lunch around 3pm. We were hungry. 'Nuff said.

Homemade curry puff pastries. So good, I ate 3 at a go!

Lunch came almost immediately after tea and boy did it look good! Crispy fried chicken, roasted potatoes, tender & juicy lamb chops, homemade mushroom soup, fresh homegrown veggies and the best fish and chips ever.

Top them up with homemade tartar sauce, fresh mint sauce and two different gravies for both the lamb and chicken, and you're all set for gastronomy heaven!

So good, it's sinful

The gigantic pot of mushroom soup we devoured in no time at all

Settling into our rooms after lunch, we couldn't resist starting off a round of card games. Which was why those in the same room as me ended up being late for dinner.

Oh, oh! We had a fabulous steamboat dinner! Crabs, fish, fresh veggies, oyster mushrooms, enoki mushrooms, meatballs of all kinds ranging from pork meatballs to stuffed meatballs - the works. Top it off with beer and the cold weather, and it was simply perfect.

Sigh. As it is, it was so good I uh...forgot to take any pictures. (-_-")

So what did we do after dinner? More Mahjong and Gin Rummy!

3-person mahjong with Leslie and Melvin

*Ahem*

At this point I must stress that no financial transactions were conducted during this night of gambling. All questionable activities done here were merely for entertainment purposes, and for training of the mind lest we turn senile in old age.

After all, as most ~~excuses~~ aunties like to tell me, "Mahjong keeps the mind active". Huhuhu.

P/s: If you think my hair looks weird here, it's because I had to play hairdressers with my ex-colleague's 8-year old daughter. No questions as to who was the victim here. It's pretty darn obvious already.

I'm not sure how we got back to the apartment. I got into the car and fell asleep instantly, but it seems we had quite an adventure where we got lost, was somehow on the 1-way road downhill, somehow made a three-point turn on the narrow road, happily went against traffic back upwards and somehow found our way back to the apartment.

At least that's what Rachel told me. All I know was that when I opened my eyes we were back at the apartment. Lol.

Day 2

Sunday morning dawned bright and sunny!

Considering we were 'gambling' till 3am, most of us totally skipped breakfast and opted for lunch as none of us would have been able to wake that early for breakkie at 8am!

Bright, azure skies you'll rarely find in good ol' smoky KL

Lunch was to be in Brinchang House instead, which is quaint in a different fashion from Richmond House.

Welcome to Brinchang House...

Unlike Richmond House, Brinchang House is more like a cozy cottage more suitable to a large family.

Me likes the Brinchang living room!

What Brinchang House has that makes up for its lack of size though, is a simply fantastic view of Fraser's Hill as it's situated on the edge of a cliff.

Snapped at the edge of the cliff at Brinchang House in Fraser's Hill

Already I can imagine sitting here with a pot of Chinese tea and dim sum every morning

While prowling about Brinchang House, I noticed a few confused and possibly disorientated butterflies butting against the window in vain.

Perhaps I should have told them to move about 15 inches to the left where the window ended

Lunch was another heavenly affair. Stir-fried veggies, sweet & sour fish, fluffy white rice...yum! To add some oomph to the ambiance, some of us sat outside at the patio to enjoy the fresh air and the view.

Jack and Leslie all ready to tuck in

Everyone just lazed around after lunch it was time to hit the road, though most of us were quite reluctant to leave. (Or to begin the hell ride down).

Mich and I monkeying around after lunch

And there you have it.

The saga of how the monkeys descended on Fraser's Hill and returned (relatively) unscathed. Maybe, just maybe, my stomach would be brave enough to head up to Fraser's Hill again.

The fresh air, the lodges and colonial-styled cottages...hmm...anyone feeling generous enough to fly me up there in a helicopter instead?

Lol. Such wishful thinking indeed.

Cursed. Hexed. Tagged. AGAIN.

2007-04-18T12:16:00.000+08:00

WTF. (O_o)

I can't believe I got inflicted with this bloody meme by TWO persons whom I cannot refuse. *launches self out of bedroom window*

For the sake of my future peace of mind, I'll do this ONE LAST TIME. Got it? LAST. Or I'm gonna do dig out them voodoo dolls of mine. Pooh.

6 Weird Things About Me ~~You Absolutely Do Not Need/Want To Know~~

1. I once took about an hour or more to finish ONE stupid Japanese rice cracker.
YES. 1 HOUR. I was exhausted and starving that night, so I filched a cracker from my bro and ate it as I flopped onto my bed to rest a while before I head out for yumcha session with the Orc's consort. Next thing I knew I woke up to the sound of my phone ringing, with the cracker half-eaten still in my hand and I was lying in some contorted position sideways on my bed. Answered the phone, and guess what? I took a bite of the cracker, fell asleep again and only finished the cracker when I woke up for the 3rd time to answer the annoying phone that wouldn't let me die in peace on my bed. Needless to say, I never eat near my bed again.

2. Deja Vu is probably my middle name.
But I'll have to check on it. Simply put, I have deja vu a lot, and I've even dreamed about my Bruneian babe friend, Sophie months before I even met her back in our college days. Freaky.

3. If I like a book/movie/anime, I can read or watch it over and over again.
I'm probably the only female freak alive who has watched Initial D: Stage 1 over four times, Jewel in the Palace twice from the BEGINNING, Pride & Prejudice four times, Goong a.k.a Princess Hours twice, and Prince Of Tennis twice from the beginning. Don't even get me started on my books and manga collection.

4. I can get car sick even when I'M THE DRIVER.
Lame isn't it? But once, as I was on the way home from college, I got stuck in a massive jam on a rainy night after days of slogging over assignments. Maybe it was the exhaustion, but to my incredulity I began to feel nauseous after about 30 minutes of bumper-to-bumper jam. As my bro, Ed said "How the heck do you get car sick when YOU'RE the driver??". I don't know, dude. *scratches head myself*

5. I have a selective fear of heights.
I can rock climb and abseil, but I freak out slightly if you ask me to look over the railing at something below. I'll inch carefully forward, grab the railing and peek over for about a millisecond, and then scoot backwards to a relative distance from the railing. But if I'm strapped to something secure, BRING IT ON, BABY. Roller coasters. Bungee jumping. I'm up for it, so long as I know I'm secured to something.

6. I like spicy food, but my spicy-food-tolerance level SUCKS.
My tongue doth protest. Though I'm not a fan of curry laksa etc, I love tom yum, rendang and banana leaf rice. So there I would be, drinking gulps of water in between mouthfuls of rendang. It's ridiculous really. My last record was 7 glasses of water for 1 measly meal of banana leaf rice. KNN. Am I really even a Malaysian? (-_-") [P/s: I eat durian. Yay. I'm still Malaysian.]

I tag...NOBODY.

Because I'm sane and wouldn't want to inflict this on hapless, unsuspecting, poor souls.

Lol.

Daydream

2007-04-17T00:36:00.000+08:00

The sound of his voice paralyzed me.

Soft. Soothing. Seductive.

I close my eyes as his voice enveloped me, caressing me like the soft whisper of silk.

Then I heard a purrrrr, and my eyes snap open...

...only to realized he only had eyes for the kitten instead.

(-_-")

DAMN KITTEN.

Stop fighting with me for my man.

P/s. This is purely fictional. It was something that ran through my head repeatedly as I was stuck in the jam on the way home. And NO, I'm not changing careers to become a romance novelist. So you can now perish the thought of me penning stuffs with words like 'HEAVING BOSOMS' and the likes of it. Keh.

Remembering

2007-04-16T18:47:00.000+08:00

An overwhelming sadness overcomes me each time I visit my Dad's grave, though it's been more than 1 1/2 years since he's left us.

Everything is normal as we start off from home. We talk. We joke. We argue.

Yet when we're standing in front of Daddy's tombstone, we're all silent. Tears fall automatically.

[Pause]

It's funny how you notice the littlest things when everything is silent.

Like how that tree planted nearby whispers in a melancholy sigh each time the breeze blows by.

Or how we seem to spot at least one millipede crawling nearby each time we're about to place the flowers into the vase.

I see changes every time we visit him.

I must say, I really like the fact that the place is looking much nicer now that it's partially completed.

The Christian statues erected at strategic locations.

The swaying palm trees and the accompanying flowers that slighty sweetens the air.

I can imagine the place would truly be quite tranquil and beautiful when it's 100% complete.

Then I notice that there are more tombstones near Dad's grave now.

I kind of like to think that he's got some nice new neighbours to spend time with.

At least it doesn't look so lonely now with a couple more tombstones standing with quiet dignity nearby.

How are you Daddy?

I hope you're doing fine in Heaven.

We're getting by over here.

Mum says you appeared in her dream the night before.

Maybe we can see each other again in our dreams too.

Until then, take care Daddy.

We love you, and we still miss you each day.

Move. AWAY. Please.

2007-04-13T15:31:00.000+08:00

Dear Miss-OMG-I-Wanna-Be-A-Road-Hog in the BMW in front of me today on the way to work...

I know it's Friday the 13th, but please move away from the fast lane. I don't know about you, but most people in this time and age have already undergone the enlightenment period of WHAT A FAST LANE IS.

Perhaps, that is why it is named the FAST LANE, so that even noobs would have a hint as to what that lane is generally used for while on the road.

It is NOT, a lane for you to wobble along in your bimbo ride at 50km/ph on a Friday morning to work at 8:30am, while the car in front of you is already a speck in the distance.

NOR is it a lane for you to hog while the cars behind you have already flashed lights or given you a tiny tap on the car horn to remind you that the lane doesn't belong to you nor your cousin three times removed, and that hey, there are other people existing who USES THE BLOODY LANE TOO.

Additionally, it is also NOT a lane for you to leave a space gap that can fit the span of 2 cars between you and the car in front of you when we hit a jam pocket, because it's extremely, extremely VEXING to see cars sliding into that HUMONGOUS SPACE YOU HAVE LEFT WIDE OPEN as we stay stuck behind you.

As part of my resolution to swear less since my future nephew would be arriving in a few months time (and that my niece has turned into a kid that picks up words extremely fast), I refrained myself from evoking curses and praying for lightning to zap you into minute particles we could drive through.

Instead, I only called you silly names like "Bimbo Airhead" inside my head. I didn't even call up the resident witch doctor to order a voodoo doll of you and your beamer. Nor did I call up the yakuza nor the mafia to come blow up your car to bits with some serious ammunition, or to come beat you up to pulp.

In fact, if my closest friends were in the same car as me, they would have been so proud of me.

But please, the next time we meet again on the fast lane...MOVE AWAY. My patience threshold can only hold up to one road hog a month, and you've already exhausted my quota for April.

Sincerely,
The suffering driver of the Kelisa raksasa stuck behind you in the bloody KL traffic this morning.

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P/s. If you find this post too complicated to comprehend, CALL ME. I'll give you the kindergarten version.

P/p/s. You CAN read, right?

That EVIL thing called being sick...

2007-04-02T16:17:00.000+08:00

Asides from the occasional sinus attack or severe headache, I'm usually disgustingly healthy.

Disgustingly, because it never gave me an excuse to plead for MC all through school, college and now, work. It's practically sinful I tell you.

And yet, how the mighty has fallen when the evil virus that lurks around finally penetrated through my supposedly invincible defense system and rendered me sick for the past weekend.

[Please note that my sickness usually has the courtesy of hitting me on weekends or during holidays, so not to interrupt my daily schedule. How considerate of those itty bitty EVIL viruses.]

Now, perhaps I could have prevented the exacerbation of my illness. After all, I had woken up on Saturday morning with a slight sorethroat. But "Heck, all I have to do is to avoid eating heaty food eh?" said the optimist in me.

So off I went to visit Lyn and all, storming around town like a veritable trooper until night, which by then had me already wilting. My eyes and breath (BREATH! NOT BREAST! BREATH!) felt scratchy and hot, and my head was feeling woozy and quite la-di-da in the sky.

Not being a veteran at being sick, I merely put it down to fatigue, as my schedule was pretty packed for the past few days. Tried to sleep for an hour or so at Lyn's place before I drove home in a hazy daze.

Got home and gratefully fell onto my bed, only to discover....

I COULDN'T SLEEP because I was too hot. (-_-")

So from 10pm - 5:30am on that dreaded Saturday night, I flopped around my bed like a dead fish, getting up every now and then to drown myself with more water and to hit the bathroom.

One moment I was so hot I felt cold, the next I felt like peeling my skin off to cool down. Finally I gave up around 2:30am and went out of my room, only to find my eldest bro happily awake and tapping away on his laptop.

Me: "I'm sick!"

Bro: "So go to sleep."

Me: "I can't sleep either. I'm too hot. Fever."

Bro:"Drink water. Eat panadol."

Me: "............" (-_-")

Cheh. With such sympathy, I can totally feel his brotherly love oozing out from his pores. Humph.

As it is, it was around 5:30am when my fever broke and I finally slept a bit. Mum came in around 8am to check on me and inadvertently woke me up. (I was supposed to have Sunday breakkie with her before she went Church).

Felt almost normal but decided to stay in, which was a good decision considering I took a turn for the worse around noon time. Spent so much time in bed, my back was aching.

Okay, that sounded wrong so let me rephrase.

Spent so much time SLEEPING in bed that my body ached.

AND I got a friggin' headache. I'm one of those sad people who can't sleep too much or I'll wind up with a headache. So there I was popping panadol again for the bloody headache.

I swear, if I pop anymore panadol I'm gonna keel over in an instant. But in times like these, unless somebody KO-ed me with a bat, I wouldn't have been able to sleep and would have ended up a walking zombie instead.

BAH. Being sick is the PITS.

As it is, I'm at work today because I felt fine when I woke up in the morning, save for a slight headache. Only to have my nose betray me halfway through the day by coming up with a mild sinus attack for me.

Just peachy.

So, here I am. Tapping away on my Macbook with tissue permanently glued to my nose. It's raining cats and dogs out there, which makes my nose twitch even more. Why, I have NO IDEA.

When I get home, I'm going to crawl into bed and not resurface until tomorrow morning.

[Pause].

OR if someone waved hot chocolate and marshmallows around my bed.

Cough. *Hint* Cough.

BAD-ASS GSD

2007-02-12T22:42:00.000+08:00

Well hell's bells...it's not every day that my eldest brother suddenly announces we're getting a dog, and a bad-ass GSD at that to boot.

*Does wild hobbit jig around the room*

Now in case you're wondering what the heck is a GSD, no it doesn't stand for Grand Spanking Daddy, as some of you with vile minds might conjure up.

GSD, in Tham family language, it would seem...stands for German ShepherD.

Nevermind how we came to that, but the fact remains that after being dog-less for the last...19 years? We're gonna have our very own ~~terror monster~~ guard dog at last.

*BEAMS BRIGHTLY*

Hello people, it's been quite a while eh?

Now if you could just ignore the fact that I've been ~~dead~~ busy for the past 2 months or so, allow me to attempt to appease all those souls in fury that has been hovering around me (and bugging me non-stop on msn) to please show signs of life and update my blog with some tempting morsels for them to savour...like...

...like...

...okay so I lied, but if you'll give me some time...I'll go through those blasted 800++ pictures or so of my Christmas/Youth Exchange Camp/New Year's Bash/birthdays/my trip down to Port Dickson to decontaminate it.

[It's amazing I have THAT MUCH of pics to go through considering I've been camera-less for the past year or so.]

ALL HAIL LOVELY FRIENDS WHO DO NOT GO INTO SEIZURE EVERYTIME I WHIP OUT THEIR CAMERAS TO SNAP CRAP.

But yes, enough about my sorry attempt to apologise and grovel. Let's go back to my future BAD-ASS GSD.

See, big bro wanted a guard dog that was good with children...and having battled it out long time ago...we had settled on a GSD. Claimed Golden Retrievers or Labradors were a tad too friendly with people. Hence the horror idea that these 2 breed of dogs might get subverted into befriending potential robbers and such.

In fact, big bro made a crack about how gee...poodles were really more of his kind of dog. YEAH. Like chihuahua's are really MY kindred soulmates too. *snorts*. Paris Hilton, I am NOT. (Tinkerbell my tush, indeed)

So anyway, there we were discussing about how to subliminally brainwash our mum and his wife a.k.a my SIL (Sis-In-Law) into accepting our GSD...when the battle of names begun.

Now according to big bro, our GSD should have a name to go with its roots. In short, he wanted a German name. Or something like it. No PANSY NAMES, apparently. (FYI bro, I STILL do not consider Hakon as a pansi-fied name okay? Humph.)

His first name that came to his mind? BORIS. (-_-")

As the orc told me later, Boris is a RUSSIAN name yeah? To quote, "Get a RUSSIAN SHEPHERD lah you hobbit", unquote. LMAO.

Anyway, his next name was...

KAISER.

.................

ROFLMAO.

Look, I have no problems with the name itself. But when you have a friend with a name somewhat similar...*muffled laugh*...well, the things that could go wrong with that name...Lol.

Besides, it reminded me too much of the KFC 'kaiser' bun. (Is that how you spell it?). I would just keep looking at my dog and go "OMG! HOT DOG!"

'Nuff said.

So Adolf became Adler, Audo became Otto, Frantz became Fritz. Oh, and not forgetting his brilliant SIEGFRIED too. Hahaha. And my great idea of GUTTENBERG. Wahahaha...umm *cough cough*.

But yes, we eventually settled for 4 names - Bruno, Gunther, Boris (YES. STILL BORIS), and umm...I forgot the last one. Hmm. Oh well. Nvm. *shrugs*.

So there you have it. Our soon-to-be-added Bad-Ass GSD.

The protector of the Tham family.

The horror of all chicken-sh*t wimps.

AND MY VERY OWN WEAPON TO MAKE FACES AT THAT LAZY BULLDOG OF THE NEIGHBOUR OPPOSITE MY HOUSE.

BAHAHAHA.

Now don't you suddenly wish that I didn't bother updating my blog after all? (^_~)v

Overdose, Overkill, Overload.

2006-12-12T20:55:00.001+08:00

It's 8:40pm.

Due to certain unmentionable reasons, I've been reduced to relying on a mini portable radio for my daily dose of music the entire day at work. Yup. 2756 MP3 files gone from my Mac.

*dies*

Now, said mini radio is one of those gadgets (albeit a slightly ancient one) that requires you to scroll around for radio channels. Don't ask where I found it. It just somehow...appeared. Or I was just too spaced out to notice it previously.

Anyway, if a song you hate comes on, well it's just way too annoying scrolling for another channel since it would probably take you 20 bloody minutes trying to find back the original radio station.

In short, it's a major pain in the ass. (-_-”)

It's also one of those that has an antennae that keeps flopping over like a limp......never mind. And as if that not bad enough, the reception I get sometimes sounds strangely like a CD that's whacked and stutters like mad.

But hey, it's still music. Yay.

Now by 9:15am, I've already switched it to Fly FM.

I love Fly FM. I do.

I listen to it on most mornings when I'm bored with my CDs. I think their song selection rawks, which frankly makes my ~~hellride~~ joyride to and fro from work way more tolerable.

And then I made an amazing discovery today, having gorged myself on Fly FM the entire bloody day.

They keep regurgitating songs every now and then. O_o

Behold today's song list:

1) Akon “Smack That” - 5 times
2) Gwen Stefani “Wind It Up” - 3 times
3) Evanescence “Call Me When You're Sober” - 4 times
4) My Chemical Romance “The Black Parade” – 5 times
5) Vanessa Anne Hudgens “Baby Come Back” – 4 times
6) Fergie “Fergalicious” - 4 times
7) Stacie Orrico “I'm Not Missing You” - 3 times
8) Sean Paul ft. Nina Sky “Give It Up To Me” - 3 times
9) Frankie J ft. Chamillionaire “That Girl” - 5 times
10) Justin Timberlake ft. TI “My Love” - 4 times
11) Hinder “Lips Of An Angel” - 3 times
12) Blue October “Hate Me” - 3 times
13) Pink “Who Knew” - 2 times
14) Paula DeAnda "Walk Away" - 3 times
15) P. Diddy ft. Nicole "Come To Me" - 3 times

o_O

WTFWTFWTF???

Look, I like all these songs okay? But to hear them repeated the entire day almost had me climbing up the studio walls.

*Runs amok screaming wildly from studio*

JUST. BLOODY. KILL. ME.

Oh, and if you value your life, don't even mention the word iPod to me, unless you're planning to bestow one on me or I'm liable to BITE you. In the ass. HARD.

And so help me God, if I hear Hinder "Lips of an Angel" one more time today, I'M GONNA THROW MYSELF OUT THE WINDOW.

GAH.

The Vibrator Bottle Saga

2006-12-08T18:36:00.000+08:00

Once upon a time, in a country called sunny Malaysia...there were 5 extremely different people in a cafe having a very, very normal yumcha session....

(SFX: Int. of a bustling cafe)

Groupie: "So then she's like..."

Hobbit: [Takes out 50ml bottle of Evian spray to refresh self] "Mmm...I feel much better now."

Orc: "Eh?? See see see! What is that?"

Groupie: "A hydrator"

Orc: "A what? VIBRATOR???"

Hobbit: "......... (-_-") It's a hydrating spray lah..."

Orc: [Grabs Evian spray and examines it] "Wooorr...nolah..can pass as vibrator liao! You see.." [Makes vibrating motion]"

Hobbit: [Rolls eyes] "WTF...vibrator your own a** lah..." [Grabs it and proceeds to keep it in bag...]

Suddenly...

Orc's Consort: "Eh wait wait! I WANT! I WANT I WANT!"

*Stunned silence for 5 seconds*

O_o

"BWAAHAAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!!!!!!"

[bangs table while laughing our asses off]

- The End -

MORAL OF THE STORY:
Pay attention to the conversation. *choked laugh*.

Don't go yelling "I WANT! I WANT!" when the topic of conversation is on VIBRATORS.

*keels over laughing*

Killing Time

2006-12-04T19:36:00.000+08:00

In case some of you might be tempted to expire from shock due to me blogging twice in a day, let's just say I have a dinner date with some friends at 8:30pm at The Curve, and I'm not in the mood to chill alone there until Le Couple shows up.

The odd thing is, I don't have much work on hand now. Hmm.

I mean, usually I'm so bogged down with work I turn positively anti-social on MSN. Now I'm guessing my bosses wouldn't exactly be pleased if I just sat here on my tush twiddling my thumbs, which leaves me to either...

1) Put on a real farce in trying to look busy.

2) Bug colleagues if they have any work for me to go through or copies to write.

3) Surf online for funky recipes on how to jazz up good ol' konnyaku jelly that I plan to make for my X'mas Eve bash with the Leos.

*Blinks*

After weeks of hectic work, this non-activity is actually niggling at me. Tell me this is MORALLY WRONG. Please. Seriously. I shouldn't feel guilty over finishing up my workload fast. Right? Right? So why do I feel my boss seemingly checking my screen more than before? (>_<)

*Muses*

Lately I'm getting really hooked onto James Morrison's "You Give Me Something". And suddenly I've become a bit more demanding in what I want in my future man.

Like, him singing like James Morrison. I mean, I think he's pretty cute and stuff...but I've seen hunkier men than him. It's his voice that grasps me with a tug.

>> Give me something. NOW.

Okay, to be honest, any man that can sing scores instant plus point with me. Lol. Maybe it's a girl thing. 8 out of 10 people I know think men who can sing, and I mean really sing, are HOT.

Nevermind the serenading below the balcony bit. Just sing to me with a guitar. Over a campfire. On a beach. Beneath the starry skies. That's nice enough.

But that's just a vague fantasy of mine. In comparison to some of the fancier ones I've heard people cook up. I guess you can say in some aspects, I'm rather easy to please.

Now about the other fantasies about chocolate sauce and whipped cream though....

Huhuhuhuhu.

I'll leave THAT to your imagination.

Mutants in KL

2006-12-04T00:19:00.000+08:00

Well yes, apparently KL HAS MUTANTS. Something I was reminded of when I brought Mumsie out for a bit of shopping. o_O

At this point, the only thoughts ricocheting around my head is "Blimey girl! It took you so long to recall 'em beasties?"

Really, you would think that having spent my entire high school years in Bukit Bintang I would be used to it. (FYI, my school was located there, aight? Not because I ditched school everyday to chill there, mind you.)

Point is, I SHOULD be used to seeing all those outlandish, wacky fashions affected by wannabes so in throes with their Jap/Korean/Whatever craze that they can't seem to realise people are actually recoiling visually, and not ADMIRING their individualistic fashion sense as they've obviously been deluding themselves every single day.

I SHOULD not be surprised, because let’s not forget I went to a DESIGN COLLEGE. THE design college of design colleges whose students dressed as if they went clubbing everyday, during DAYTIME, and as if their lives depended on it.

Yes.

*nods head*.

I definitely should be immune to it by now.

And yet as I was trawling through Sungei Wang with Mumsie in a quest to find new clothes for her since Christmas and Chinese New Year is looming, I was constantly assailed by mutants with neon green hair, fishnet stockings beneath tights (really, what’s the point of putting on tights OVER fishnet stockings in sunny Malaysia???) and hair that looked as if it was chopped up with a cleaver.

WHAT. THE. HELL. IS. THAT.

*tears hair out in frustration*

Look, I have nothing against injecting individualism into fashion. Wanting to stand out is a very normal thing. EVERYONE wants to look special.

But really, when your quest to be unique becomes a widespread plague, and Mutant A looks eerily similar to Mutant B from the back, the sides and sometimes even from the front, you know something’s really wrong here.

And let's not forget us poor souls here that you're INFLICTING SAID MENTAL & VISUAL TORTURE at. Wrong. SO wrong. It’s almost absurd how I seem to actually stand out more because I was dressed really normally in flats, jeans and a tank top.

Then there’s the fact that said mutants seem to like roving in packs. Like rabid wolves. And I HATE using this simile because I happen to LIKE wolves.

To me, wolves have a sort of regal air around them, tied in to stuffs like honour yadda yadda yadda. Blame David Eddings. Me being addicted to his books since young have warped my thinking since then.

But I digress. Back to the roving packs. Now people who frequent Sungei Wang would know how jam packed that place is, and the alleys are all so damn narrow, it’s as if the original architect was a walking pole and considered only walking poles would EVER visit there.

Have you ever tried to squeeze past a pack of idiot mutants who just HAD to walk in a straight, horizontal line? One wonders if it’s some magic formation, like the V-formation in the movie Mighty Ducks. Or perhaps they were in the marching band when they were younger and well, you know what they say about old habits dying hard.

Of course, I wouldn’t be so bitchy about it if they didn’t bump into me HARD, and then blithely resumed ~~waddling~~ walking like a bloody peacock. If my mum weren’t present, I would shot them more than a glare.

I would have swore up to high heavens, marched to them, hauled them over to a side and give them a lesson in general etiquette, and ground their pretentious air of superiority to the floor like ash.

But no, Mumsie was there, so I had to content myself with just a glare. Sigh.

And then I'm reminded again why I HATE shopping in Sungei Wang. Next time I'm bringing Mumsie to Mid Valley or One Utama. Period. Sod it even if Bukit Bintang is a heck lot nearer to home.

[Pause]

Oh damn. I just realised I'm gonna have to bring my Jap Lost Sheep there when he arrives. (-_-")

AIIIIEEEEEEEE!!!!

You think I can navigate Sungei Wang blindfolded? Can I? Can I?

I can't?

...............

BUGGER.

It's December?

2006-12-01T16:08:00.000+08:00

Somehow, in the midst of crazily juggling work, Leo stuffs and what not...November slipped by with nothing more than a sigh.

*blinks*

My boss has been playing classical music, opera songs and the occasional strain of Scottish bagpipes non-stop since morning and it's driving me up the wall. *bangs head on desk repeatedly*.

In fact, some of it reminds me of the songs they used to blare out in in circus, during parades and school sports day. I swear, I think I can almost see the school band marching by right now.

I don't care if some people say classical music is conducive for working and providing inspiration. One can only take so much of classical music in 1 day, and I've probably heard more opera songs than I usually do in a year. WTFWTFWTF? Why is this song repeated again for the 3rd time???

GYAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!! I think I'm gonna be traumatised for the rest of my life. *dies*

[Note to self: Invest in uber-large headphones. Ones that will cover my ears ENTIRELY.]

That aside, have I mentioned that I'm gonna be a pseudo-Mama to a 20-year old Jap boi? UH-HUH. Hobbit's gonna be co-hosting a poor, homeless sheep that had no hosting family with Yean come Dec 20.

Fortunately I'm only taking in the lost sheep for the last 4 days, considering I'm gonna have to give up MY room to him and go bunk on the sofa or with my Mum.

Actually, it's more of the inconvenience when I wanna bathe and slap on warpaint that's gonna be a real pain in the tush. See, I have a habit of ~~prancing around naked in the room~~ putting on outfit after outfit until I find one that I like, and it's gonna be damn near impossible when he's with me.

Of course, I could always kick him out of my room to rot in front of the idiot box until I'm done, but that's not an entirely motherly-like thing to do eh? Ish. (>_<)

It totally doesn't help that Yean just HAD to come up with a brilliant theory that said homeless puppy might have a fetish for female underwear and cart some home as personal souvenirs. Ha. Ha. Ha. You, my friend, have been watching WAY too much Jap anime. O_o

Then there's the fact that this time the club is hosting oh, about 8 YE's in total? (-_-"). Somewhere along the way, we seem to have picked up a lot of lost sheeps. Heck, I reckon I can even call them a HERD of lost sheeps. A herd of lost sheeps babbling away in Japanese until Jan 9.

Maybe we should all dress like Little Bo Peep or something. And carry a crook.

"Dont'cha wish your Bo Peep was hot like this...."

Yeah, you wish it would be something like this. Lol.

Anyway, come December...if you see a herd of Little Lost Sheeps milling around KL or PJ with several locals and a hobbit shepherding them around...you know why lah yeah.

You can even come feed the sheeps or take over so us Bo Peeps can go snooze or something. Muahaha.

Just remember to return 'em to us when it's time to herd them home yeah?

*Evil Cackle*

Caffé 1920: Buka Puasa Fiesta

2006-10-20T18:12:00.000+08:00

Since Deeparaya is just around the corner, the big bosses decided the entire office should feast ~~like beasts~~ well and savour a Buka Puasa (Open Fasting) Nite.

So 2 nights ago, the entire office happily trooped down to The Curve for an Italian fiesta!

Now, contrary to what most people may be thinking, our destination was not Italiannies. It was Caffé 1920 that's situated right on the left when you reach the top of that escalator next to TGIF.

I was tickled pink when I realised there was an actual fountain at the entrance of Caffé 1920. 10 to 1 it's probably plunked there for Feng Shui purposes, but all I could think about was this game I used to play as a kid called Pizza Tycoon where we had to build pizzerias from scratch, and how I always balked at decorating my pizzeria with ostentatious fountains. (-_-")

Fortunately, this fountain didn't resemble some behemoth or Roman scupltures of the naked physique. In fact, I dare say it was quite nice as indoor fountains go.

IMHO, Caffé 1920 has got a rather good ambience thing going on. The decor was quite tasteful and well-maintained.

I also liked the fact that they had oodles of magazines for its patrons to peruse as they wait.

Caffé 1920 is probably a great place to meet up with friends for coffee too. The lounge area is spacey and comfortably furnished, with some funky lighting thrown in to boot.

Me likes the red leather sofas! I wanna cart them home and rot on them while I kill more brain cells watching Korean/Jap dramas!

If I EVER get the chance to go Italy, Venice will definitely be on top of my list to stalk. Oh, after Milan of course. *Grins!*

Now here is where they concoct all their ~~poison~~ ~~potion~~ drinks...

...and here is where they make all their pizzas!!!

The ONLY part of their décor that I didn't quite take to, was THIS. (-_-")

JUST. WHAT. WERE. THEY. THINKING. OF. when they foisted this onto the wall and subsequently onto us?? This just looks WRONG okay? SO, SO WRONG! Eeps. (>_<)

Open up their menu, and you could just keel over from the selections available. I had even checked their online site, yet I could only vaguely decide 10 seconds before the waitress asked me for my order.

Another fantastic thing about Caffé 1920 is the SPEED at which our food was delivered - piping hot and fresh! We barely had settled down to ramble when our drinks arrived promptly about 15 minutes later. Something, which I consider as a feat since there were about 17 of us I think.

Kalamansi Delight on the left, which really is just a fancy schmancy name for LIME JUICE, lol...and the Green Punch I ordered, which is a fusion of honeydew, green apples and orange.

Come to think of it, why is it called Green Punch anyway? It looks distinctively more yellowish than green. Heck, the Kalamansi Delight was more green than my Green Punch.

Suffering from split personalities? Then the Two By Two is perfect for you. A specialty dish here that does a Yin Yang thing with cream of chicken and chicken Bolognese sauce, one would think this dish suffers from an IDENTITIY CRISIS. Lol.

According to my colleagues who tried their Panfried Lamb Shoulder, it's pure heaven. After stealing a bite, I have to so agree. The sauce...omg...I wanna steal the recipe, market it and get filthy rich on it. MUAHAHAHA.

Beef Scaloppini and beef bacon...

...and PASTA FIESTA, babeh!

Now I was racking my head trying to decide between the Saltinbocca di Pollo...

...or the Timballo, which is a Caffé 1920 Special Lasagne that turned out looking like a mini volcano of cheese and pasta. Lol.

The Timballo is goooooood. VERY rich, very satisfying. So much so I couldn't finish it and had to leave a small portion on the plate that stared accusingly at me until the waitress hijacked it from the table. *Phew!*

Italy's famous for their ice cream, or gelato, as it's commonly known as. So my colleagues ordered a Bananone...which had us squinting our eyes at it trying to find the banana. Can you spot it? It's a hidden treasure peeps.

Here's Simon focusing all his mental power to send a mental message to the banana, "You will rise and show yourself...YOU. WILL. SHOW. YOURSELF..." Muahahaha. Turns out there's only one banana buried at the bottom.

Not being able to finish my Timballo and having space for dessert is an entirely different thing. After much debating I settled for the delectable Raspberry Chocolate cake.

[P/s. Don't you think the choc sauce looks like the old skool Adidas logo?]

To my amazement, the chocolate was rather...elastic. Hmm.

It was also, to my amusement, rather CHEWY. Hmm. But to give it credit, the soft mousse-like cake concealed within was really quite delicious.

Mad people of the office. Reza's also a DJ. Simon's a mad cat who always double parks behind my car since my Kelisa Raksasa is the ONLY car he remembers. (-_-")

The satiated ~~beasts~~ peeps I work with...

...who sometimes are so driven by work...they will slip into work-mode with a micro-mini notebook! *shock!*. iBook loses hands down to the ultra-portability and lightness of this ~~mint box~~ mini notebook. Woots!

It wasn't a very Malay Buka Puasa, but what the heck, it was good and we had fun! I'm definitely gonna drag some peeps for Round 2 sometime soon.\(^o^)/

Caffé 1920 in The Curve. (^_~)v. Now THAT's Italian. Hee.

Hitched!

2006-10-18T18:11:00.000+08:00

So my cousin, David got hitched a few weeks back. Once again, congratulations David & Rowena! You guys definitely make a cute couple! (^_^)b

Now I didn't tag along for the customary 接新娘 (Claiming of the Bride) with my brother as I wasn't close to the bride. So I hung around David's house with my other cousins while waiting for the wedding entourage to arrive.

Behold the traditional "Carrying the Bride Over the Threshold" as the gorgeous couple came through the door. Something girls would squeal over while most guys would probably b*tch about.

I can imagine how some would probably even had to hit the gym months ahead to prevent humiliating situations, say, their back giving way or knees buckling enroute to the wedding suite. Lol.

I think in general, weddings are great because relatives you haven't seen in ages would gather for reunions. [Pause]. Though it's a pain too when you get the standard "When is it your turn?" spiel. Ish.

Here's my youngest aunt, Aunt Steph and my cousins from Hong Kong.

The customary family snap with the lucky couple...

Now my niece is a veritable energizer bunny, so, NO, it wasn't my niece who caught the bouquet and is next in line to marry. I simply needed something to distract her with to catch a proper shot of her and the flowers were handy. Lol.

I totally adore this shot of her. Believe it or not, but I had to play Peek-A-Boo around the pillar before I caught her unaware.

Now, I also have a nephew who's slightly older than my niece by a few months. A shy but uber cute lil' tyke of my cousin, Joan.

[P/s. I would kill to have one of these chairs in my room, which now that I think of it, doesn't have space for it anyway. Shoot.]

Most Chinese weddings will always have the Tea Ceremony. Customarily, the wedding couple would serve tea to their parents and immediate family elders.

In return, the family elders will then usually gift them with lavish Ang Pows or jewelries that usually become family heirlooms.

It's a vital part of Chinese weddings that can be a bit tricky if you get the family hierarchy wrong. Uh uh. Big no no in getting it wrong.

After the Tea Ceremony, a light lunch would usually be served for guests. Forget about expensive catering. The food RAWKED my (fictional) sawks off babeh! Deep fried dumplings are, IMHO, a godsend from Heaven. Yum!

My bro, Ed and cousin, Adrian catching some snooze after the early morning.

Screw that OSIM/OGAWA/WHATEVER BRAND chair.

IT'S NOT COMFORTABLE!

I was wincing in pain after 5 minutes and scrambled to get off. Adrian, the evil 6-ft tall fella, claims it's because I'm a midget and the chair wasn't designed to accomodate hobbits. O_o

Unlike most weddings, David's wedding banquet was held the next night instead. Believe it or not, there were 3 weddings in the same hotel that night, and yours truly was so spaced out she GLORIOUSLY CRASHED the first 2 weddings before finding the correct banquet hall. (>_<) *shy*

It's not that I was so bored to the point I had to take a pic of the chandelier, but I thought this was really quite PWETTY with the shadows reflected and all...

The simple but sweet stage...

Here's my cousin Joan and I. She's the mother of that cute 'lil tyke I call my nephew. My dress is actually peacock green but it looks blue here eh?

My cousin, Peggy who is David's younger sis. I swear, I'm never gonna stand next to her for pictures again.

SC is my cousin Adrian's girlfriend. He's the dude reflected in the mirror. For some reason, all the pillars in the banquet hall are inlaid with floor-to-ceiling MIRRORS. (-_-")

Dinner was gooood. They may have been lacking hotel staff that night (with so many weddings throughout KL), but the food was in most part, scrumptious.

Another highlight of the night were the desserts that were just too cute for words! Lil' bunnies and goldfish pastries made with 冰皮 pastry, something they usually use for a type of mooncake.

Wedding toasts are always so much more fun with wine...

And what's a wedding without chocolates to bring home?

Muahaha. Next year will be another cousin sister's wedding, and since we're gonna be her 'ladies-in-waiting', this means WE get to plan all the games and trials for the groom and cronies when they come for my cousin sis. *evil gleam in eye*. Now that's gonna be veerry fun indeed.

MUAHAHAHA.

Quickie Update

2006-10-13T18:23:00.000+08:00

Vince is back from Singapore, and the first thing he tells me is he can't for the life of him understand why people need so much clothes. [Translated: WHY IS EVERYONE CLOTHES SHOPPING? ]

Dude, you're not female. It's gonna be hard trying to explain. Lol. So let's just stick to the fact that most women like shopping, and YES, we do need all those clothes that we like to buy. It's called VARIETY. \(^o^)/ . Lol.

Asia Cafe was a riot last night. Not for the fact that it was the Orc's drama night, but also because some BP (beautiful people) just had to be so elusive. The Orc was probably much abused by me last night with my incessant mutterings at him for unsuccessful delivery of beautiful victim into my lair. Muahaha.

Attempts at trying to ogle BP (who just HAD to sit at a different table with the back facing me) failed in blazing glory. Not much fun ogling hair only kan? Unless you have a hair fetish, which I don't.

Okay, maybe 50% fetish for nice hair. The other 50% goes towards eyes.

I'm such a sucker for nice eyes.

Hmmm.

Things I suddenly realised last night:

1) I WILL NEVER TAKE PART IN A REALITY SHOW
Ever. Because I find most of them hilarious with the supposed "reality" of it. Most, not all.

2) I STILL SUCK AT ROAD DIRECTIONS
My own, mostly. I definitely should stop sleeping in cars when other people are driving and learn how to get around PJ area more.

3) GUYS STILL LIKE CUTE GIRLS
WTF. Lol. The orc once told me "Laine, you ARE cute. Just don't open your mouth" . WAHAHAHAHA. I definitely swear too much. My face doesn't go with my personality. Maybe I should invest in leather and whips. My forte probably inclines towards that direction.

4) BP IS PROBABLY 99% INCOMPATIBLE WITH ME
Though it's still early, I've got a hunch for these things. FA suggests I work on the remaining 1%. We'll see about that. My other alternative is to tie BP down in a chair and interrogate him. With a feather. *beams brightly*. Now, THAT might be fun. Aack..no, no, no...do not go there Lainey...must...resist...

5) I WILL NEVER MASTER POOL
Probably because I never bothered trying, and have only played pool for the grand total of 5 times in my entire life. There's just something about poking balls with a stick that doesn't reall appeal to me. Of course, the bending over part is another story. Huhuhuhu.

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I've actually met quite a few new people for the past few weeks, which is pretty good, considering I'm this maniac with a tendency to revolve around the same group of friends. Ex-colleagues. High school pals. College mates. Leo friends. Uni peeps. I have this tendency to keep them all separate.

Maybe because some of them are so different from each other, and it's hell sometimes trying to mix them up together. One speaks only English. The other nothing but Cantonese. All different wavelengths.

Recently, though, I seem to be mixing them all up together. Just a few, mind you. And it's working out pretty fine. It reminds me of the mad days of college where one usually ends up knowing friend's friend everytime you sit down for a drink. Now that I've actually stopped to think about it, I've definitely turned more reclusive since college days.

That's why I'm heading for No Black Tie next Sat for Nicole's gig. And I'm dragging some friends along. Maybe I'll bump into some old college peeps. Recognise some old face I haven't seen in years. It's KL anyway. I'm bound to bump into people I know.

There's no such thing as having too many friends anyway, right?

WHEE.

Pineapple Tarts. Beautiful People. 'Nuff said.

2006-10-12T15:58:00.000+08:00

Sometimes, life can be a real b*tch, throwing you rotten eggs all at the same time.

You know, the days when you just go "It's one of those days" where everything seems to go wrong and you tell youself "This can't get any worse!" and it does.

Or maybe it's just because I'm wearing a lot of BLACK today and it's attracting all those negative vibes some people like to ramble on about.

BLACK = NEGATIVE = BAD VIBES = BAD LUCK = BAD DAY

Heh. Isn't that SUCH a typical Chinese way of thinking. Just so you know, 1/4 of the people who attended my cousin brother, David's wedding banquet last Sunday night wore BLACK.

And there I was in green while my sis-in-law was in red. Oh yeah. The walking X'mas Combo. Or Kongxi Raya Duo. Whatever.

But I digress. Back to my bad day today. They say bad things come in three, and I fervently hope that saying is true. It's 3:57pm and if I get any more sh*t today I'm liable to turn homicidal.

My only consolation is knowing April's bringing back to-die-for pineapple tarts from Seremban tonight.

Oh, and the fact there'll be some *cough* beautiful people to ogle tonight.

*Shining Eyes*

Pineapple tarts and Beautiful People!

PINEAPPLE TARTS & BEE-YOO-TI-FUL PEOPLE!!!

Such a heavenly concoction to me.

*Drools*

On another hand, today's Ryn a.k.a Bibah's birthday! And tomorrow's Bihzhu's birthday! Oh, and Teck Liet's birthday was yesterday. And...and...suffice to say I have friends having birthdays for all 7 days of this week, so...

HAPPY BIRTHDAY YOU PEEPS!!

[Bibah, did you get my SMS this morning? Be good, girl. Stop expanding that ear piercing of yours! It makes me wanna pull your ear. Muahaha.]

Oh, in case you're wondering why aren't I ranting more about my bad day, that's because I just had some Gingerbread Man.

Who cares if it's not X'mas yet? Comfort food rawks. Cookies rawk. Sweet food RAWKS. Period.

Now hand me that pack of Tim Tam's.

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UPDATE:

April's back from Seremban already! And THIS is what I'm gonna feast on later...MM-mm!

(^_~)v

THANK YOU APRIL! *MUACKS!*

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2006-10-02T15:13:00.000+08:00

Excuse me while I go sit in a corner and be slightly depressed over the state of my hair now.

Why is it that hair stylists can NEVER understand when I tell them to just TRIM my hair, and not CHOP IT OFF?? (T_T)

Btw, please don't try and tell me it was language barriers because I bloody well spoke to her in Mandarin, which she told me was her mother tongue after my first attempts to converse in English and Cantonese to her.

Sod it, my cousin's wedding is one week off, and I DON'T LIKE MY HAIR.

As it is, I'm keeping it tied up now because at least it's not floating halfway between long and not that long.

When I leave it down, I feel like I should wear tweed suits, gloves and kitten heels. That's how I feel about the current look of it. It's not a disaster, but hell, it looks....not me.

[Okay, so I'm being anal over this but I've been keeping my hair looong since I hauled my a** back here from Perth. Allow me to rant a bit when a woman's crowning glory has been tortured.]

Wedding means lots of pics taken okay? What's the point of getting a gorgeous dress with shoes to die for when the hair's f*cked up? (-_-")

My mum tells me she sees no difference in my hair.

"Eh? You cut your hair? I didn't notice."

Thank you, I think.

Maybe everyone will be as oblivious to that fact that oh, 5 inches of my hair is now gone.

(>_<)

I HATE MY HAIR NOW.

Someone gimme a magic chant for intant longer hair.

I RECKON...

2006-09-28T21:00:00.000+08:00

...SOMETIMES IT'S A PAIN BEING SINGLE
Not because I want to be with someone, but because my Mum's been dropping major hints about me being single.

Like, by the truckload.

The way she goes into it, you'll think I'm 32 instead of 23. The other day she even wondered aloud to my sis-in-law about why I'm not trying harder to lose weight since I SHOULD be on the lookout to hook up with a guy.

Then, few months back she 'jokingly' asked if I wanted to meet her friend's son. After she extolled all his virtues of course, including the fact that he runs a very lucrative baking business on the side, which of course is perfect for me since I'm a sucker for cakes aren't I?

I tell you, I should just blackmail a guy friend into being a pretend boyfriend in hopes of getting peace for at least a few months. (-_-")

...I'M TURNING INTO AN ANTI-SOCIAL HOBBIT
For real, I mean. So some of you can stop rolling your eyes and say "You mean you aren't one yet?".

Earlier today a friend asked me if I wanted to attend this posh event next week and I didn't jump for joy. Instead I told her I'll think about it and whether I'll be IN THE MOOD.

Smack me, but that sounds more like something you tell your man when you don't feel like getting jiggy with him horizontally. O_o

...I NEED TO GET MY HEAD CHECKED
This is for taking up so much commitment at one go when my work falls under the 'crazy hours' slot.

In fact, I swear, the next person to come up to ask me about the new projects or freelance designs (that I never seem to get paid for due to one reason or another) is gonna get their head bitten off.

As of now, I'm praying like mad I get this freelance translation job that's gonna pay me a pretty penny, which will entirely go towards my YAME 2007 FUND.

That's right, I need a FUND for this fellowship trip to Japan. That's how sad my finances are.

...I SHOULD GO FOR HYPNOSIS
At least, that's the best I can think of to get me off my Jap anime obsession and Korean drama addiction.

The other day I borrowed 'Jewel in The Palace' from my colleague to watch ALL OVER AGAIN. At the same time, I also borrowed "Goong a.k.a Princess Hours" from my god sis. Then there were new episodes of Bleach.

Weekend? WHAT WEEKEND? I slept at 6am and woke up at noon with my body clock totally whacked, and still had the energy to go drag Francis out for yumcha 2 nights in a row.

You tell me lah whether I'm gonna age super fast no thanks to my lack of moderation.

And then I go "...but the show was soo exciting I couldn't wait to see what happened next...".

If hypnosis doesn't work, just kill me will you?

...I'M NOT REALLY A COMPUTER JINX
My bro, Ed has BANNED me from touching his computer. He claims I jinx his PC.

Really, it's not like it's my fault entirely. I was just burning a cd and checking my e-mail when your PC went haywire. It's also not my fault the last time your PC got infected and the CD drive kept popping in and out.

I just HAPPENED to be using the PC when it all happened.

You see MY OWN PC going crazy? No kan? Your PC just doesn't like women, period. Humph.

...DEEP DOWN INSIDE I'M A GUY
If it wasn't for tha fact that I like dressing up, am a sucker for chick flicks/manga/animes /drama/whatever...maybe I was originally supposed to be guy. Half my guy friends do NOT consider me a girl.

You wanna curse and swear? Talk about S-E-X? Argue about Final Fantasy? No problem. Elaine won't mind.

The orc just said I'm one of his few 'sporting' female friends he can recall instantly, which is why he doesn't hit on me.

OMG, is that why I only get hit on by the weirdos, the freaks and the UNCLES? Because guys my age see me as one of the boys?? And all this while I thought it was because I intimidated some of them.

Come to think of it, I was one of 2 girls who got dunked in the pool once because the guys said "They knew I wouldn't mind" since I was "OH SO SPORTING".

KNN. If I was wearing white that night you guys would be lying 6 ft under okay? Not mind, indeed.

...I REALLY CAN'T STAND SUBMISSIVE WOMEN
Please, what century is this? Women aren't supposed to trail behind their men and grovel.

I'm not asking you to break out the Dominatrix leather outfits and crack them whips, mind you. I mean being in charge of our own decisions and having our men respect our opinions. I really can't understand why some girls can accept everything their men tells them to do without making a fuss.

Fact is, I know of some guy friends who dig chicks like that. I've even been told by quite a few guys that they prefer the sweet, docile young things that would accept their words as gospel and thank God everyday for sending such a 'strong, manly man' to them to 'protect' them.

Gag me. While I admit it's nice having a guy take charge every now and then, no man is gonna order me about and decide what I wear or where I go. You want to do that, go get a pet.

My life is my own. The only ones I allow to chide me about it is my family or my future husband, which of course, wouldn't even get me up on the altar if he was all of those boorish traits now, would he?

...I'M A WEIRDO MAGNET
When I think about it, I've really met some odd people in my life.

Just a few months back while waiting to watch X-Men 3 at Sunway Pyramid, an AH PEK WACKO with scraggly beard and crazy hair popped up from behind the pillar where I was standing, stuck his face closed to me and while jabbing hard at his chest, claimed he was "Jacky Cheung, the HK Singer"

"I am Jacky Cheung! You know, the HK Singer? I am Jacky Cheung!!"

Yeah and I'm Madonna. If we weren't in a public area I would have kneed him for contaminating my air space and spreading such an blatant, offensive lie. [YES, I happen to like Jacky Cheung. His older songs are fantastic okay?]

...I REALLY SHOULD HEAD HOME NOW
My friends think I'm married to my work and my mum thinks I'm crazy for working late all the time.

Truth is sometimes I stay back late just to avoid the hellish jam out there but, BUT, BUT...today was truly to OT, only to find out that the job I was rushing for could have been extended to tomorrow after all.

ARGHHHHHH. When I think about how I could have been lazing around on my bed already.

*stomps off*

Summer YE 2006: The RAVES

2006-09-27T20:00:00.000+08:00

Amidst all the sh*t that happened, the Summer YE 2006 wasn't entirely without its fun moments.

[And since I'm feeling lazy right now, I'm just gonna squeeze all 3 days into 1 single post. Hee hee.]

For one, the camp committee this time around had some new members that turned out well, pretty much crazy and fun. [Read: Inborn psychotic tendencies]

It's probably also one of the few camps I've been to that had so many ~~nubile young things~~ cute chicas in the committee. Indeed, letting them loose on the YE was quite effective in controlling the ~~rabble~~ noisy groups. *evil grin*

Then there was the fact that the Summer batch of youth exchangees had a ratio of about 4:1 of girls to guys, with about 1/4 of them being rather cute or pretty. Come to think about it, I'm surprised I wasn't slipping on drool puddles everywhere in the camp left by the male population within camp.

Maria and Agot from Norway were super fair and seem to smile all the time...

Evelyne from Belgium was major hyper. Specially about the fact that French Fries actually originated from Belgium and not France, and explaining the story on how the food got its name...

As for the Italians, Pietro, Lavinia, Marcello and Alberto were just plain crazy, loud and the life and soul of the camp. Marcello and Alberto were also one of the few scamps who refused to sleep early and became our 'bodyguards' during security check at night. (-_-")

Miyako was one of the few YE's I got to know better even with that gap in age between us. She's 16, I'm 23.

Behold the group I was facilitating along with Jesslyn, Group 2 a.k.a Joe no Kazoku. Fate decreed 2 of the cutest Jap chicks in camp to be in my group unwittingly...

Another highlight of the camp was throwing the YE's to the mercy of the rope course and flying fox in the jungle..

When damsels are in distress, naturally a prince would appear to save her...lol. Amidst all the "加油哦！" poor Jia Dan finally had to be coaxed several times before she would get onto the rope.

[If you're wondering why Mandarin, that's because Jia Dan is a Chinese living in Japan.]

Michiko and Akiko are uni mates back in Japan and were pretty much inseparable over here too. Trust them to be able to make jungle gear and helmets look cute...

One of the camp management people actually has a Vespa! (Least, I think that's a Vespa right? *blur*)

Alberto had so much fun on the flying fox he went back for several rounds...

On the last day of camp, people went on a photo rampage. Here's Jesslyn and Francis with me. 2 new quirky club members on the way of mutating into just like us old members - psychotic.

Lynn, a host family participant was sweet enough to design a butterfly thank you card for me! Thank you Lynn! *Hugz!*

Min Han who claimed Lee's FRENCH made his knees weak, kept breaking out into the "official" club song along with his imaginary guitar...

One of the few group pics snapped while waiting for the bus...

The next day was the 2nd Host Transfer duty at Pudu Raya, where Francis and I had to commence duty at the god-forsaken hour of 8 in the morning.

Tsuyoshi and I while waiting for the bus to Ipoh. Do not be fooled by his seemingly 'quiet' persona. It's a major facade. Having perfected the art of looking spaced out 24/7, in reality he's one wacky fella.

Just don't ask him to speak Mandarin and Malay. His every reply would eventually return to "妳是美女" (You are pretty) or some other totally lame replies. Lol.

Fellow leos hard at work during farewell dinner registration...

Pretty Japanese in a row during the Cultural Costume parade where the best dressed YE in Malaysian traditional costumes would win a prize...

Milan isn't a fashion city for nothing. Marcello was dressed to kill, if not to wound with intent. Lol.

Btw, I'm totally in love with the FANTABULOUS gold earrings my colleague, Mich lent to me for the nite to match my dress. I think it's from Forever 21. GORGEOUS!

Sending off the Japanese at KLIA was a check-in nightmare. Practically every single YE must have shopped their legs off since all their luggages were overweight. (-_-")

Final farewell with Miyako-chan...

Peitro the Wacko brought back a bottle of dead LEECHES to Italy. O_o.

According to him, it's pretty hard to find leeches like Malaysian leeches in his hometown in Italy. Evil fella is 2 heads taller than me, and I was already on 3-inch heels then.

At least Alberto was kind enough to bend over to accomodate my height. Or maybe guys from Venice are just more gentleman? *ponders*

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Okay, at the risk of being called a killjoy...there's a lot more pics but I've got work to rush now. [Plus I'm too lazy to edit all and ramble on longer pointlessly].

Then again, at least I did blog about it eh? (^_~)v

Summer YE 2006: The RANTS

2006-09-27T11:43:00.000+08:00

So I was MIA because of the Summer Youth Exchange for 2006, which probably was one of the most troublesome camp I've EVER had to deal with in my 6 - 7 years of helping with the youth exchange.

To begin with, the camp venue management sucked. On second thoughts, ‘sucked’ doesn't even begin to describe it.

In my humble opinion, that ~~idiot~~ ~~twerp~~ WOMAN should be dunked into a cauldron of boiling oil, flogged and then quartered by 4 wild horses. Wild dogs should then eat up the remains.

Hell. If we EVER have to deal with that management again, I think I'll personally drive the 2 bloody hours and SHOOT the woman, just to put all of us out of our misery.

THAT, or set her aflame with napalm.

No hotel/motel/hostel EVER informs you the night before the camp itself at 6pm that there is a "slight" mistake in the rooming.

“I’m sorry but not all the rooms are quad-sharing. Some of them are triple-sharing.”

Only to find out when they bloody SMS the damn room numbers to you that our of the 30-something rooms available, ALL were triple-sharing except for EIGHT FRIGGIN’ ROOMS.

W-T-F?

SLIGHT mistake, she said. SLIGHT.

I mean, what is she? The Queen of Understatement? Like seriously, just how the hell can you NOT know that 3/4 of your rooms are TRIPLE-SHARING??

You, who kept informing us all your rooms were quad-sharing for the past few weeks, is either mentally deranged or mathematically incompetent.

I mean, it’s not like I can simply re-slot the participants okay? Slotting guys and girls in the same bloody room is camp suicide in case you haven’t realized that.

I might as well hand out free condoms then.

If that wasn't bad enough, you also forced me to miss my god-bro’s birthday dinner and work till 10pm in the office revising the damn rooming list, before rushing out to re-print 100 something copies of the damn rooming list.

All courtesy of your bumbling incompetence.

And the food…oh the food. Lady, which part of NOT SPICY do you not ken? Can you not understand that Japanese are NOT accustomed to spice and chilli? And YES! CURRY IS GENERALLY KNOWN TO BE SPICY! I don’t know about you, lady, but I believe half the world knows this particular fact. (-_-")

Then we had issues with certain wankers who had trouble understanding the meaning of 'respect' and 'rules'. The 'rebels' who wanted to be 'different' and not abide by the camp rules.

Let's get one thing straight, dude. The rules are there for a freaking reason. People don't come up with rules out of sheer boredom.

Similarly, we didn't bloody PRINT out the camp rules for you to ADMIRE or just to KILL SOME MORE TREES. Neither did we give an explanatory talk on the rules just because LIKE the sound of our own voices, okay?

*bangs head on wall*

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The Winter Youth Exchange is coming soon.

I swear, if we wind up having similar problems this time, I'm gonna turn HOMICIDAL.

Back

2006-09-25T14:46:00.000+08:00

I'm back.

For a while anyway.

It's kinda addictive, this reluctance to blog after slogging at work or over Leo projects everyday. It's like the moment I have some free time I just want to hole up somewhere and not do anything and vegetate over some Korean drama or Jap anime.

If I were an animal, this would probably be me laying prone on the sofa...totally static until a mosquito comes buzzing around my ear.

Except, I would probably only be half as cute as this puppy. I want a furball animal pet. *blinks*. But it'll probably die under my care since I'm away 24/7. Humph.

My room is in shambles and my Mum is probably in despair I think. To the point she'll just make a statement about it and leave it at that. It's somewhat amazing actually, I don't recall my room being in such a perpetual semi-permanent state of mess since...oh, I don't know...SPM finals?

If a thief broke into my house, he/she would probably bypass my room thinking some other thief has already ransacked my room. [Pause]. Now that's a great excuse to tell my Mum.

Though when I think about it, it's partially due to the sheer slob in me and my books and clothes. I've run out of shelf space. Dammit. I knew it! I should have gotten wall to wall shelves. I've got books EVERYWHERE. Stacks of books/magazines on the floor next to my bed, on my table, next to my table. It's like a bloody invasion. (-_-").

Sigh. Maybe I'll start decontaminating my room this weekend. Maybe.

On another note, my cousin's getting married in 2 weeks time and my aunt from Hong Kong is heading down here with 3 of her stepchildren, which is kinda cool cause I've never met them and we're all around the same age.

*Grins*. And since my niece turned 2 few weeks back, I got onto a shopping frenzy and bought her 3 uber cute dresses that's just perfect for the wedding. Total lil' princess material.

Btw, some baby clothes are so pricey it's ridiculous. I practically keeled over when I saw the price of some of the dresses. The amount to pay for scraps of cloth that size is sheer rip-off okay? But the fashion...good god...why didn't they have clothes like that when I was a kid eh?

Oh, this reminds me...I don't have anything to wear for the wedding dammit.

*mentally peruses closet*.

No black dresses, which means I can forget about half my wardrobe...no white since it's reserved for the bride...Damn. Everything I have isn't exactly fit to be worn in front of all the 'yi ma gu jeh' a.k.a aunts and uncles. If it's not too casual, it's too sombre lah...too revealing lah...

Bugger. I might as well just go in pajamas.

Humph.

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Note: Pic sourced from uhh...umm...some email that was sent to me. *Frowns*. I can't recall. Oh well.

Turning 23...

2006-07-12T17:15:00.000+08:00

Booyah!

The hobbit turns 23 today.

23, Ryn, 23.

Not 24. Not 26. 23. Got it? What's with you and numbers anyway? First you get my house address wrong, now my age. How hard can it be, woman? I'M THE SAME AGE AS YOU! (-_-")

But I digress. Back to my birthday.

Firstly, I just wanna say a BIIIIGG THANK YOU to all you peeps who sent me wishes via sms or online! It's such a nice way to start the day off when you get calls from friends you haven't had time lately to even talk with, much less chill with them.

So, mucha gracias to all, specially Iin who sent a card from Medan, Yuta who called from Tokyo, Gordon whose rapid, american-accented voice I've not heard in AGES, and Bihzhu who sneaked a call from office to me. Lol. [I'm SO SORRY I can't make it to your performance tonight. (>_<). BUT, I know you and Ywenna will definitely rawk the place down!]

Also, huggiez to all who sms-ed or called me the ENTIRE MORNING.

My mum, who wished me waay early this morning, and then sms-ed me to wish me again and lol, jokingly asked me if I would wanna meet her friend's son. [NOOO!!]. Gorgeous Leanne, who called me exactly at 12am,

Vince who haha...finally got the date right this time and sms-ed me from his...uh...uh...the hick town he's currently trapped in. Monkey Ben who wished me better luck with the right guys and to stop attracting weirdoes etc. [Thank you, Monkey, I think].

There's more but it'll take forever to include everyone so here's a big hug to all!

*HUGGIEZ TO ALL!!!*

[P/s: Bibah yang terlupa to sms me at midnight because terlalu ghairah watching whatever was on the telly, I will TRY to meet you when you're in KL lahh...trust you to come down to KL during my busiest 2 months in the entire friggin' year. (-_-"). ]

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Now, onwards with the celebrations.

According to my friend, Jun Weng, he claims my birthday celebrations are like a festival.

Poppy on Saturday, steamboat with family on Sunday, mamak celebration with Leo peeps, birthday lunch with colleagues, dinner with ex-colleagues, plus karaoke with high school mates sometime in August and some unknown dinner/coffee/mamak thingy that's yet to be confirmed with some college mates.

Now that I think about it, it is kinda festival-like. O_o

Oh, Poppy was GOOODD. Of course, it's always fun when the organising doesn't need to be done by you. Lol.

THANK YOU MERVYN FOR BEING THE BRAINS BEHIND THE POPPY BASH!

Honestly? Poppy was WAY OVERCROWDED and too hot.

It's a bit ridiculous too, how we paid fro 8 bottles and only got 2 measely tables.

What was great about our table though, was that it was right next to the huge cooler vents/fans/whachamacallit!!

Seriously, I didn't realise how wrong this picture would turn out.

I can assure you I'm completely straight though, and Kai Lynn is an absolutely sweet girl with a boyfriend. So stop asking me if I well, 'swing the other way'. (-_-")

If you're wondering why the pics seem to consist of the same people, that's because the photos came from only 2 persons, and no, I didn't bring any camera that night.

That's prob why out of the 30 something ppl in our group, I only managed to snap pics with the few I was chilling with mostly. Oh, the lucky guy trapped between us chicas is Mervyn, the other birthday baby of the night.

Still, I didn't get drunk that night. I didn't even get high. *scratches head*. I knew I drank quite a lot though. O_o

That aside, I guess you can safely say my pre-birthday clubbing nite was a real blast! Danced till my feet was screaming and finally ditched Poppy around 3-4 am. Huhuhu! Let's make next year's bash equally crazy eh?

(^_~)v

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Psst. Pressies are all purely optional. However, pls don't get me towels anymore. I've already gotten 2 really cute ones. Why towels, I have NO IDEA, but they're still uber cute. Lol!

It's Poppy, baby!

2006-07-08T16:27:00.000+08:00

It's gonna be a multi celebration at Poppy tonight, and I'm still trying to decide if that's gonna be a good thing or bad.

It's kinda like this...

3 person's BIRTHDAY (including lil' ol' me)...

+

A bash for the fact that our Omega Leo Club of KLCC won Top Club and Top President for last fiscal year...

=

Lots of crazy peeps + alcohol

=

UNWANTED, UNIMAGINABLE CHAOS

=

~~Good~~ ~~Bad~~ ~~Good~~ I DON'T KNOW!!

(>_<)

See, I have a friend who goes around kissing people when he's drunk.

Another sings when he's high.

GAHHH.

'Nuff said.

That aside, I was contemplating about bringing a cake. Yeah, I'm a total sucker for cakes. *drools*. I was trying to decide between Tiramisu or Oreo Cheese or Green Tea Cheesecake so I called up Merv, one of the other b'day baby.

He then reminded me that the percentage of a food fight occuring when cakes and alcohol are combined was probably 80%.

(-_-")

Plan Cake - SCRAPPED.

Damn.

Someone smuggle in a cake for me tonight. Just a tiny slice would do. If someone can do that for me (and not get it stolen for some food fight or whatever) I'll be ETERNALLY GRATEFUL.

[pause]

Okay, not THAT grateful you evil wankers. One cake does not equal to unlimited free favours. *snorts*

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[Image sourced from TrekLens.]

Implants, anyone?

2006-07-07T12:15:00.000+08:00

Apparently, the word 'implants' nowadays don't necessarily refer to boob implants anymore.

Fascinating isn't it? I'm sure 75% of you would think of bouncing, jiggling mammary glands the minute you hear the word 'implants'.

But it's not. The latest street fashion fad has nothing much to do with breast enhancement.

Indeed, pass the word, peeps. It seems tattoos are now considered too tame and passe. The latest 'In' thing to hit street fashion? Well, fashion IMPLANTS. Literally.

Here's a relatively normal implant job done on the back of the hands.

It's not too bad isn't it? Heck, I actually find it morbidly fascinating. I'll probably be running my hand over it and poking it to see if it hurts and how they inserted it.

Take it a step further, and implant bulbous knobs on arms though, and it's an entirely new story for me. Personally, I think this dude looks like he belongs on a mutant movie set.

Then again, it might be funny if you're on a jam packed subway train and you feel a hard, bulbous thing kinda poking you...hmmm....might lead to lots of misunderstandings you know? Lol.

Yet, for the life of me, I cannot fathom this.

It's like octopus suckers on the arms, or some gigantic ringworm epidemic on humans. O_o. Oh, and psst...I think the spacing between 2 of the rings aren't exactly even.

Even chicks are jumping on the implants bandwagon.

Tell me though, all you manly dudes out there. If a female specimen with this on her chest comes on to you, would you find it ~~SCARY~~ SEXY? Tell me, aight? Cause I REALLY wanna know.

Behold, Hellboy's kin.

By now, I'm not exactly surprised already.

Please note how the implants seem to be moving in an ascending order.

Hands, arm, chest, now head. Presumably there's some sort of order to this 'implant' business.

Still, I wonder how long this fad is gonna last.

Consider how advantageous it might be. Just like how some brave souls have tattooed their ~~penis~~ male reproductive organ, maybe some can even consider inserting implants and uhh...enhancing it. Better stimulation, better performance etc etc.

Hmmm...

What do you say? Implants, anyone?

Malaysia REALLY Boleh...

2006-07-05T14:22:00.000+08:00

At times I ask myself why I keep experiencing the weirdest things ever. Often, thanks to the idiocy of certain ~~complete imbeciles~~ ~~brainless wankers~~ stupid mortals.

Take yesterday for example. I came home to find a very familiar looking postcard lying in wait for me. For a while I could have sworn it was a mirage. I squinted my eyes, I glared at it, yet sure enough...it was a postcard I never thought I would ever recieve.

Why? Because it was a bloody postcard I MAILED OUT to a contest I wanted to enter in an attempt to score some fantabulous prizes.

WTFFFFFFF????

Having taken the trouble to design the freaking postcard, and worried the postman might be confused as to which address to deliver to (since my information was stated on the contest entry form), I even took the trouble to print out the recipient address and the word 'TO' in 42 pt size.

42 POINT SIZE.

Do you know how freaking big 42 pt size is?

HOW CAN YOU STILL F*CKING SEND THE BLOODY POSTCARD BACK TO MY OWN ADDRESS???????

Don't tell me you haven't delivered enough mails NOT TO UNDERSTAND the words 'TO'???

What must I do? Type it out in 5 different languages?

In any case, in postcards the recipient's address is ALWAYS on the RIGHT side below the stamp, not HANDWRITTEN in small letters on an entry form that is stuck on the left side of the postcard!

What? You've never seen a postcard in your entire sad existence you sorrily claim as your life??

*bangs head on wall repeatedly*

KILL ME.

JUST. BLOODY. KILL. ME.

I'm living in a country where the postman doesn't even know how to deliver postcards to the correct recipient.

MALAYSIA BOLEH indeed.

Oh, behold thy written gaffe...

2006-07-04T14:39:00.000+08:00

Here's a reason why back when we were in primary school, our teachers relentlessly reminded us to write clearly and neatly.

Apparently, some guy got a pen stuck inside the office printer and didn't have time to remove it, and was told to just place a note on the printer telling folks not to use it and to report it to the Help Desk. So he grabbed a piece of paper and scrawled on it.

About 20 minutes later, one of the techs came in laughing and said he was just in the lobby, saw a piece of paper on a printer and went to investigate.

Behold, what was written on the note...

Clearly, some people need to practice their spacing skills. Lol.

P/s: Thanks Aunt Steph, for forwarding this pic on e-mail to me. *huggiez!*

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UPDATE: My bro, Ed the Party Pooper sniffed at me and said he got this email with the pic ages ago. Humph. So I'm outdated. *bluek!*

Random Musings...

2006-07-04T13:07:00.000+08:00

Well, I finally got sick of my boringly staid white background. FINALLY, had some time to actually go hunt down some other blogskin that at least, has some sort of semblance of design thrown in.

I quite, quite like this blogskin I found on Blogger Templates. It's called 'Make My Way'. Pretty nifty eh? I found it in like 15 minutes of searching online and got too lazy to search for more. I call it being decisive. My friend said it's more of being lazy. Humph. Whatever. I like it, so there. Wahaha.

That aside, I'm still not done tweaking it. Haven't found a way to incorporate the tag board properly onto the sidebar. So I nicely ~~begged~~ asked Danny to help me with it. Whee! I know nuts about web design anyway. Gimme graphic design anytime and I'll whip up something good for you. (^_~)v

Oh yes, today is July 4th! Not only is it America's Independance Day, but it's also my 2nd bro, Edwin's birthday!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ED!!

Lol. I always tell him he's born in the wrong country. He should have been born in the States, then he could've been an Independant Day Baby. Heh.

Btw, my birthday's approaching soon too. *hint hint*. Forget about how old I'm turning. Focus on the fact that it's another reason to have fun! Whee!

I already foresee several rounds of mamak/dinner/karaoke and probably just one piddly night out for clubbing in between mad bouts of work. I need to reorganise my schedule. It's way f*cked up. Then again, I prob just have lousy time management. Hmm...

Still, mamak tonight with Leo peeps for Ed's birthday, and Passion this coming Sat.

[Pause]

I'll TRY to be good.

*wriggles eyebrows*

Of Mangoes and Peaches...

2006-07-03T15:38:00.000+08:00

So yesterday I drove past my old house...and realised that the new owners had chopped down the HUGE mango tree that has been there even before I was born.

The same mango tree that had mangoes so fragrant and delicious, those wild monkeys from the mini forest at the end of the road used to, well, sway its furry arse through the electric poles at the back of the house, through no less than 12 houses, just to get to the mangoes and laugh at us while we glare at it from the ground.

The same mango tree that had people creeping outside the retaining wall trying to steal the mangoes with a looong pole, only to have the mangoes fall into the koi fish pond instead, scaring the bejeezus out of the poor fishies, and then having us curse said people for forcing us to haul the fruits out before it rots in the pool.

The same tree, that shed leaves so often we had to install a net over the pond, because we got sick of scooping a million leaves out of the koi fish pond everyday, and would rather just tip the net over and scoop that piddly few leaves out instead.

The same tree, that btw, creeped out some of my friends when they came to my old house at night, because the foliage was so thick it obscured most of the light from the street lamp outside and rendered my old house hauntingly dark and spooky.

It took me a while to completely register the tree was really gone, before I suddenly realised the new owners had also painted the retaining wall a creamy PEACH colour.

A 10-FT TALL RETAINING WALL IN PEACH.

THIS PEACH.

I don't know which am I more surprised at. The tree, or the peach wall. (-. -")

Oops...

2006-06-22T23:39:00.000+08:00

Ookayy...I know I promised to update ASAP (with pics to boot).

BUT, seems like the big guy up there isn't too keen on letting me blog lately.

For example, it's 11:45pm now and I'm still at the office.

[Pause].

I think that about explains it all.

So, for all you guys who've been urging me to update...humour me yeah?

*Muacks to all*

Midget: Post Zouk

2006-05-17T19:38:00.000+08:00

Hokay, since Ryn and Lile has been making noises about how SLOOW I've been in posting the pics of last week's escape from ~~zoo~~ work to Zouk, I've decided to post 2 measely pics and be done with.

There, I've posted the damn pics. Now stop bugging me.

Okay, to be honest, these were probably the only 2 decent pics where we didn't look:

1) Piss drunk
2) Piss drunk
3) Piss drunk

Whee.

Nevermind the fact that I was supposed to go shopping with my Mum early next morning. I got pleasantly high, which according to a friend of mine, makes most women exhibit lesbian tendencies more.

Really? How fascinating. Maybe that's why I got hit on by another girl who hooked her arms around my neck and pretty much, well, fell onto me, which btw, makes it pretty damn hard to retain balance when you're a 5ft tall midget on 3-inch heels.

That aside, remind me to hunt down that wanking prick who swore at me as I tried to enter the club. Look, dickhead, sod off. In case you didn't notice, you're not the only person on the bloody guest list alright? And since you're probably f*cking blind, you probably didn't see my friends on the inside pointing to me, and the bouncer in front beckoning to me to the front.

It's just too bad, baby, that you couldn't get into the line beforehand, but hey, that's not my f*cking problem is it? Just count yourself lucky I had a headache prior to that mess, or you'll probably be a whining soprano by now. Kapish?

To sum it up, it was a night of mutated-octopuses, hot chicks with afro hair, cute hunks with tight bods, and people bouncing off the walls. 'Nuff said.

*Muses*

Maybe next time we'll see someone arriving in stilts.

Huhuhu...

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P/s: Lile, I want your tan. *drools*
P/p/s: I don't mean fake tan you evil woman. *whacks*

Le Zouking Midget

2006-05-11T17:29:00.000+08:00

Right, apparently it's Ladies Night at Zouk tonight.

Whee.

What’s more, tomorrow's a public holiday!
Whee!!

*Gasp!* This means I gain temporary freedom tonight!

WHEE!!

Heh. I'm sure by now you can sense my unbridled enthusiasm. According to a friend of mine though, having public hols the next day might mean that it might NOT be ladies night tonight. *frowns*.

Thank you, I think, for that piece of life-saving information. Not like I give a shit actually. Humph. I'm STILL heading to Zouk tonight.

It's an attempt, you see, for me to delude myself into thinking I still HAVE a social life. Uh huh. Nevermind the fact that I'm heading there with Lae Hing and her office mates, of which I wouldn't know Dude A from Dude B right now. In fact, just ignore the fact that the usual cronies won't be there tonight.

[Hold on. WHAT usual cronies? I think I left my clubbing cronies somewhere back in Australia.]

Ish. In any case, I've been buzzing people left, right and centre to converge to Zouk tonight. Ben Monkey, if I don't see you there tonight, I'm gonna throw you into Taiwan Noodles hell. Karis...ditch the company dinner!! Lile babes, no show, no purple puff. In fact, I'll make you watch as I savagely mutilate your purple puff. Muahaha.

Still, in case all else fails...anyone going Zouk tonight? I'll be the midget in fuchsia. It's a vile colour on some, I must agree, but I'm on a roooolll tonight and amazingly, I actually look good in that piece of clothing which I'm tarting out tonight.

At the very least I'm not inflicting neon yellow togs on people right?

HELL. 'Nuff said.

MAKE WAY FOR LE ZOUKING MIDGET!

Being Charitable...

2006-05-10T10:05:00.000+08:00

So last week my evil conscience kicked in and I went on a ~~crusade~~ charity project organized by my Leo club, which was to help paint this home for mentally disabled kids in Malacca.

[I now pause awaiting the myriad gasps of disbelief]

Yes, oh ye of little faith, I do have a conscience. Most of the time, however, I squash it firmly into some tiny recesses of my otherwise wicked mind. At times though, my conscience slips past its jailers and attains temporary freedom for oh, a day or so.

Its latest escapade (and my sudden lapse in evilness to actually descend into being charitable last weekend), however, would not be forgotten in a hurry.

For one, my muscles ache in parts of my body that I didn’t realize HAD muscles. It’s always the next day when you wake up that you feel your muscles screaming at you. I can imagine how sadly out of shape I’ve become since leaving high school.

Secondly, I’ve never had to paint with a bunch of audience hovering outside the windows following our every movement. I dare say we’ve probably taught those kids some really bad habits. Like climbing onto shelves to paint the top part of the wall. Something, I’m sure, that does not bode well for the caretakers of the home.

It’s also a bit unnerving to have the kids ramble on and on to you with words you don’t understand, and then becoming disgruntled when you don’t stop painting to hold a lengthy conversation with him.

All these, coming right after the caretaker aunty repeatedly told us to be careful when painting in case one of them become agitated or violent, had me kind of edgy in the beginning.

2 hours later though, I really couldn’t care less. Painting is strenuous work, specially when you’re only 5 ft tall and that bloody wall refuses to shrink to accommodate your size. Long live roller brushes with long handles.

I don’t think I’m in any hurry to switch careers to become a full-time painter. Accidentally swishing the side of the cabinet with paint might have been an accident, but I really can’t find any plausible excuse for that slop of paint that uh…decorated the door in a sudden twitch of my brush.

Amazingly, the end result was actually quite nice (if you can overlook the occasional paint slopping over the sides or onto the built-in air conditioner). With only 6 people in action, we made pretty good time, using only 4-5 hours to complete 2 rooms and the upper living area.

Oh, if you’re waiting for pics to display our painting skills (or lack of it), there won’t be any because my darling digicam decided to die on me fantabulously. *rolls eyes*. Hence, I am now camera-deprived until I save up enough, or until I can decide which one I’m dying for more - a new digicam or a new phone. (>_<)

By the way, we also popped into Malacca town for totally yummylicious Chendol and Chicken Rice Balls. [Pause]. This just sounds so obscene but I can’t think of another name to translate it from Cantonese. (-_-“).

That aside, shopping in Malacca is actually quite fantastic if you know where to look. This trip I discovered a great lil’ shop near Bibik House that sells oodles of earrings! Rows and rows of gorgeous earrings to blind you silly, which is totally great for me as earring designs in KL are becoming so generic and boring. With a deal of 7 pairs for only RM 20, it’s a definite steal all right.

[Bibik House, for the uninitiated, is a shop that sells totally to-die-for, freshly baked pineapple tarts that are so good, I can finish an entire box of it within 20 minutes! That’s how divine it is.]

Okay-lah, in short, I’m just dying to go Malacca again solely for a frenzied bout of shopping & food, but I’ll need to find someone willing to guide me to Malacca. Leave it to me to drive and we’ll end up in Singapore instead.

Jom Ben Ben, road trip for the furries yeah? Huhuhuhu.

Of Whiskers & Pussies...

2006-05-05T16:15:00.000+08:00

You know it's bad when you tell a guy friend you're getting a dinner dress from Cat's Whiskers boutique, and he goes:

'Let me this straight, you're getting a COCK TAIL dress from a place named after PUSSY HAIR????"

...and all you do is laugh like a rabid hyena on the loose.

*shakes head*

So much for 'maidenly outrage'. (-_-")

Round 'n Round the Relationship Game Goes...

2006-05-03T12:54:00.000+08:00

I find it plumb amazing how the relationship game is played sometimes.

Be too nice to your man, and you find yourself being taken for granted. Ignore him and give him the cold shoulder and voila! Suddenly you’re bombarded with a truckload of messages and ~~whines~~ questions on why you haven’t been exactly sayang-ing him lately.

I suppose this is where the adage ‘Treat ‘em mean, to keep ‘em keen’ comes alive.

Recently I've found myself playing this pointless game for the past few months or so. If there ever was a bush for us to beat around, then mine has gotta be the biggest damn bush that can probably exist.

After being ‘ignored’ for about 2 months, I realized several things about myself. I HATE being ignored. Seriously. I mean, who goes into raptures at being ignored? Not you, not my gorgeous baby niece, and sure as hell not me.

It’s not that I’m intolerant. As impatient as I am, I’m not a bona fide bitch through & through. I understand your work is busy so you can’t contact me everyday. I’m a busy person myself and work can be all consuming. Fact is, a few friends have accused me that I’m forever MIA whenever they holler for me.

What I don’t f*cking understand is how hard can it be for one to take out 5 bloody minutes to send a short message.

I think, if I could somehow dredge up time to park my glorious a** in front of a computer and tap tap tap an e-mail to you (in Japanese to boot), the least you could do is take that oh-so-precious-5-minutes to bloody type out a short e-mail on that f*cking technologically-advanced mobile phone of yours.

At the very least, let me know you’re alive and kicking over your side of the world.

So, I stopped playing the game.

I don’t see the point of continuously e-mailing you if there’s no reply anyway. One-sided conversations are frankly, boring, inane and a total waste of time.

[At one point I was tempted to copy & paste the same email to you just to see if you would note the difference, but oh…I forgot…you aren’t exactly replying my e-mails are you?]

I thought, it’s the distance. The cultural differences. The language barrier. I could have come up with an entire barrage of reasonable excuses for you if I wanted to keep myself in denial, but that’s not me you see.

So I stopped.

And then, now that I’ve put you behind me, you suddenly resurrect yourself from the dead.

You send me a gift, Folli Follie earrings no less. You send me a few measly e-mails asking me how am I. You do everything I had wanted you to do, only you do it 2 f*cking months too late.

You expect me to be waiting patiently and calmly, and pick up where we left off after not hearing from you for 2 whole months? You must be thinking I’m your pet dog, when all these while I had thought I was something of more worth to you.

Buying me expensive gifts won’t buy your forgiveness because, frankly, getting all these from you after 2 months of complete silence makes me feel like a bloody afterthought for you, and that’s not what I’m looking for in a relationship. What I had really wanted was simple communication between the 2 of us, but it seemed we were more of an epitome of communication breakdown instead.

No more games for me. I’ve moved on. I hope you do too. Perhaps we can remain platonic friends, which is what every couple seems to like spouting whenever breakup happens.

But from the bottom of my heart, I really wish you all the best.

[Pause]

Now if only I can get him to read and understand this rant. Bugger. Oh, and the next time I’m getting into a relationship? It damn well wouldn’t be a LDR. Hell no.

Oh, come on!

2006-04-11T09:22:00.000+08:00

Gimme a break dude.

I'm still alive. Really. I'm just, well...really preoccupied with work lately. No shit.

I'm not being MIA because I'm too busy flitting around having fun okay? And for that matter, why is it I'm always getting threatened with physical harm everytime I'm MIA? Specially from that woman.

WOMAN, don't be so ganas. Huhuhu...the only one allowed to be ganas and totally violent here is me.

Oops, back to work.

[Pauses while waiting for the expected gasps of horror]

Yes, I'm working on a public holiday too. Life's such a ~~bitch~~ peach.

Whee...

Holy Crap...

2006-03-24T16:30:00.000+08:00

...I'm now wondering how exactly am I gonna kill time productively for the next one whole week of hols before I start my new job.

My last day at work was spent having a long farewell lunch at Kimgary, and then screeching the night away at Red Box Karaoke with fellow colleagues.

Pretty nifty way to spend a last day at work eh? Though I wonder if our singing had anything to do with the extremely heavy storm late that night. Huhu.

I'm back, btw, from my self-inflicted-due-to-family-obligations-exile to Gohtong Jaya. Okay, so it was only a day but dammit, any place where you can't gain access to Internet deems this trip the same as being exiled.

Basically, my time was focused solely on decimating that mound of DVDs I lugged up to the highlands. Given a choice of admiring the mist, sky, trees, and more mist, I reckoned I should just save my mortal soul by subjecting it to hours of mind-numbing staring at the idiot box.

See, in my opinion, prolonged staring at mist and nothing but mist would prob cause the same blindness if you stare at snow too long.

That, or cause hallucination that might cause one to walk into the mist (and subsequently out the window of the 16-storey-high apartment) in search of faerie folks. I mean, if I were to throw myself off into thin air or kill my eyes anyway, might as well entertain myself beforehand lah...

Btw, I'm now addicted to some Taiwanese series. One of those period dramas featuring one of the emperors and several hunky heroes, 2 pwetty heroines wielding swords like they know how to use them, 1 heroine dressed as a guy-girl, 1 villain in the guise of the Head Eunuch, and a storyline that just makes me wanna cry.

It's crap, but damn it's so entertaining I can't help but watch it, just so I find out how it ends. I suppose guy-girl would eventually reveal her (gasp!) feminine beauty, unleash her feminine wiles on one of them hunky heroes, villain Head Eunuch gets killed (though being a eunuch should have been bad enough) and oh, I don't know, what other plot can we throw in there?

I'll leave that to your imagination. I'm off now to resume my mindless fascination of said drama series. Whee.

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UPDATE: Angelic Amy is back from USA and we might head to Zouk tonight. Haven't seen her for...4? 5? years. Plan A to morph into TV zombie is scrapped. Anyone heading Zouk tonight? I'll be the midget trying to breathe in the crowd.