jane blues

Jojo's gone

2009-07-14T17:38:00.002+08:00

I received an email from my landlord last week with the title - Dog Issue. I froze when I saw that title and clicked to find what I have dreaded to happen one day.

The management sent a letter of complaint to my landlord, stating Muslim neighbours have been complaining about hearing barks, which disturbed the peace at night. I couldn't verify the truth whether Jojo has been making noises secretly at night, and anyway it is beyond the law to keep pets in an apartment.

So, Jojo is now relocated at Wong's house.

I woke up this morning to a noiseless living room and did not have to spend a good 5 minutes, stroking her, which had been my daily morning routine for months.

I so, miss my furry housemate dearly. :(

Screw those taxi drivers

2009-07-13T16:53:00.004+08:00

I took the most expensive cab ride home last Friday night.

After a casual dinner, I decided to take a cab home since it was quite late then. Taxis come and go after I asked them for the price. Many tried their best in chopping my wallet off by demanding 3 times the usual price I pay them.

Questioning the taxi drivers on why they do not use the metre, allowed me in accepting their most hilarious answer, as expected. Since there was quite a jam, I, as a passenger should have the obligation to pay them extra since their legs worked hard on the clutch and brake.

I then decided if I have to pay these taxi drivers 3 times more, I should screw my night by taking an executive taxi instead. This taxi is the blue taxi which normal people like me usually avoid or pretend not to look into their direction when the taxi driver asks where your destination is.

15 minutes later, I reached home safely in a platter of slight satisfaction and shock. The taxi fare amounted to 3 times I normally pay to go home. However, whilst I was trying my best to enjoy my cushy executive taxi ride, my heartbeat just couldnt stop skipping irregularly. I swear the taxi metre was running 20 cents simultaneously in every 10 seconds . That is how it amounted to 3 times the normal fare.

Thus, it was not surprising when I overheard a HongKee couple complaining about Malaysia's public transport system, and I couldn't defend my own country on the spot because I couldn't agree more!

10 Promises to Socks

2009-07-09T12:10:00.006+08:00

When most of everyone were tearing whilst watching MJ's memorial service on TV, I shedded tears whilst watching 10 Promises To My Dog. I know its a movie in 2008, but since Ellyn just bought the DVD and our TV broke down, hence the DVD night using my lappie.

It was heart-wrenching when Akari re-read her 10 promises to her dying Socks, and she just reflected on how she had mistreated Socks previously although Socks had never blamed her. That was the time when I had to reach for the tissue to wipe my flowing tears and mucus.

Unfortunately, I cannot make these ten promises to Jojo, especially the "not hitting her when she misbehaves" part.

Akari hugging I-want-to-squeeze-this-cute-golden-retriever Socks.

Mrs.chua

2009-07-08T14:34:00.004+08:00

I was surprised by a lady when I got into my designated cab. Uncle Chua, my all time favourite taxi driver drove his wife along to pick me up this time. He said: "Sorry, Ms. Lo, my wife too bored at home." So, I guess this is a-day-out date for them, with me [the passenger] sitting behind as a light bulb.

What surprised me was not the woman seated beside uncle Chua, it was her age or should I say, her aging look that surprised me. I had imagined her as a 50 year old plus lady whenever uncle Chua mentioned about his wife, which to my surprise, a 70 year old looking face is the only what I can put to a name today. Although she looked like his elder sister rather than his wife, nothing could compare with uncle Chua's compassionate love for his wife. Out of the corner of my eyes, he caressed her hand once in a while whilst driving.

The many times Uncle Chua drove me around, there was never music in his car as his radio was stolen many years back. However, I was greeted by the repeated chants of Edelweiss from uncle Chua's mobile radio today. I am pretty sure his wife is well-entertained.

Accompanied by cheesy songs and sweet, old couple on a cloudy morning.
Hmm..What more can I say?

craft for kids

2009-07-07T16:55:00.003+08:00

I have this itch to get my hands on craft projects recently.

Plan 1 - to make coasters and smiley faces on my mirror from cds which were burnt wrongly previously, scratched and unwanted music cds.

Plan 2 - to decorate my coin box, which is currently an unwanted soya milk plastic tin.

Plan 3 - to do cross stitch.

Any other easy peasy creative projects to spare, for me to train my clumsy hands?

Fox and Sauces

2009-07-06T16:25:00.003+08:00

I got a friend who recently broke up with her guy who was having an affair with a fox.
My friend suspected something amiss, caught them redhanded, fox denied, guy did not want to end the affair, hence, the break-up.

I received that distress call at 6am on a Saturday.

Later that day I got to thinking about relationships, there are those that bring you surprises and sorrows, those that bring up lots of question, those that lead you back to square one. But the most difficult relationship is the one you have with yourself. Seriously, how well do you know yourself?

Anyway, why do guys cheat?

L once told me, guys prefer their main course accompanied with other sauces in order to make the meal a complete and perfect platter, at times. [A point there though]
I, personally prefer to have my meal tasted in the most original way, no need for sauces or whatever.
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However, if that meal is dry and tasteless, why not the ketchup?!

Layers of kindness

2009-06-24T17:11:00.004+08:00

I usually head right to the seats at the back row when I get onto a bus. My rationale on my behaviour is that, I think it is more logical to allow the front seats to be occupied by the seniors, disabled and the ones with huge bellys. Another side of my brain argued, my behaviour was a mere deception to all. I chose to sit at the back row because I stand a 1% chance to give my seat up as these seniors wont really make the effort to walk all the way to the back row.

I wonder, am I the only one with the same thinking or which thought actually comes first?

Anyway, I was sitting very comfortably in the LRT yesterday, day-dreaming about something which I could not recall, a lady with a huge belly suddenly stood in front of me. She was expecting me to instantly get up, but it took me a few seconds more as I was day-dreaming. This lady pushed her belly nearer to me, leaving an inch gap from my face as a hint.

I gave my seat up for her, of course.

I wonder, do these 'privileged' people expect to get what they want, at times?
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Btw, she did not take my seat as she found another seat nearer to the door.

My weekend

2009-06-22T16:32:00.011+08:00

I seldom have the urge to watch movies in cinemas, unless its something superb like Harry Potter or Transformers which, accompanied by good sound effects, makes the movie more excellent.

Just last week, I watched 2 movies in GSC. After School and Drag me to hell, movies I wont really bother to watch in the first place. Due to their hard-core persistence and my longing to lay in a super cold auditorium, I gave in. Both movies turned out to having good twists in the end [me like].

Btw, in order to avoid crossing my limited entertainment budget, I think it is wiser for me to ask this around: Anyone, popping by Indonesia, who can help me purchase cheap DVDs - Departures, Slumdog Millionaire and Yip Man?

I managed to join the foodie bloggers outing round two this weekend, which we were chaffeured to somewhere at Batu Caves, shuffing fantastic wok hei huge prawn noodles and tender, succulent pork into our stomachs.

This post here, doesnt seem to have a somewhat conclusion or any discussion point. Hence, the title.

ZQ: Dejavu title?

Busy-Body

2009-06-18T16:57:00.006+08:00

Uh Oh, I think I'm in trouble.

I was playing around with blog templates and I have no idea what I clicked and it turned out like this.

Sigh. Any 2 cents to offer on this? Or should I change my blog again?

Walking lesson

2009-06-08T10:32:00.006+08:00

Ever since Sumathi brought us to Desa Parkcity for a relaxing stroll during the weekend, I had this resolve to bring Jojo out for a walk at the park too one day.

She's approximately 8 months old, and she has been forever cooped up in the apartment or her playpen. I was also told by Ellyn, when she met a poodle the other day, instead of making friends with the poodle, she growled and backed away from it. I think Jojo has difficulties in recognizing her own species, she probably thinks we, humans are her own species.

So, I started off yesterday by tying a leash to her neck and train her to walk in the enclosed living room. She and I struggled to walk as she couldn't stop biting that leash. We couldn't walk properly for a few minutes.

I could feel the tension building up gradually in me, until I exclaimed "stupid girl". Jojo gave me a shocked expression and started walking properly with a leash tied to her neck.

It took her 5 minutes to start walking properly for a few seconds only until she went again, biting the leash.

I concluded our 5-minute first lesson and resumed in my nerve-calming therapy - Grey's Anatomy.

Is there such thing as ghosts?

2009-06-05T15:39:00.008+08:00

Its not even Hungry Ghost festival yet, however I have no idea why this ghost story-telling-session has been going on and on throughout this week. It first started with my new co-sharing colleague who shared his highway ghost stories, then followed by haunted houses, some “thing” staring at another colleague of mine from one corner in her previous office. My co-sharing boss also shared his hotel ghost stories which one of my colleagues even suggested us to knock everytime before we enter the room.

Everyone was fighting to stand a chance to share their personal encounter with that “thing”. Including me. My story scored the greatest hits so far, for being the scariest, the one that can make your bulu naik. One thing I noticed about everyone telling me, during their encounter with ghosts, which all of a sudden, everyone has a religion to rely on, they will be making their individual prayers or holding on to their prayer book to sort of ward off the "things" that are disturbing them.

[God Vs Ghosts] Of course, God wins.

I remembered creating stories when I was in primary five [I was really good in this] to win as much attention I could from my fellow peers. As far as I could recall, I once told them, when my mum was cooking, I saw a hand holding the spatula when my mum was busy searching for the salt. That story intrigued one parent to come up to me after school and ask whether I need a master to clear that bad “qi” in my house. I cut down in sharing ghost stories with my friends that instance, just in case their parents contact my parents on this.

At times, Jojo would stop playing and bark at nothing out of no reason. Could it be “something”? I have no idea. Speaking of Jojo, she cried in the middle of the night last night that led me in jumping out of my bed. The poor honey couldn’t sleep as my housemates forgot to switch off the lights. [It was too bright for her to sleep.]

So, are you afraid of the unseen realm?

Do share as I love to watch and listen to horror stories. Exorcist gets the top position in my must-watch list. :)

What a Jinx.

2009-05-29T10:36:00.006+08:00

It never crossed my mind to witness these incidents on such a good day yesterday - daddy's birthday and dumpling festival.

My heart stopped that instant when i heard the small explosion "bong!". I wanted to carry on walking towards the supermarket when I heard a loud shriek "Ah!". Being a kaypoh Malaysian, I brisk walked to where the shriek came from. "OMG!" A man was seen lying on the road, bleeding and crying in pain. I called the ambulance instantly. As much as I wanted to accompany the old man and comfort him, he was already surrounded by kind souls who took care of him. I then, did my grocery shopping and had dinner there as well.[Oh by the way, it was a hit-and-run accident, I was so angry with that heartless driver whilst having my dinner. Hmmph!]

My heart thumped once more when I saw a number of police cars surrounding my apartment as I walked back. "What now?" My first thought was, maybe someone jumped to death. A staff at Watsons made her clarification voluntarily when I merely smiled at her, "no, Jaya One collapsed."

Jaya One shopping mall, one of the earliest landmarks in Selangor, which even existed when my dad was studying in KL years ago, collapsed and it is situated right next to my apartment. I couldn't believe it when all I could see was a huge mess of and firefighters fighting to rescue the stranded ones inside. It was freaking chaotic and meriah at my apartment. It was also my first time seeing so many police, firemen, rescue team and reporters gathered together performing individual roles.

What made it worse when I had to hold myself back from calling my parents to share this breaking news as they were enjoying an Italian dinner prior to my dad's big day. I felt like the worst gossiper when I managed to blah all out to my mum finally, at 9:30pm.

It was however interesting, when such incidents happen, strangers who are so not your friends, actually take a glance at you, forcing a smile on their face, wanting to share what happened, what they observed. If only, Malaysians are that friendly everyday. Residents in my apartment too, became friendly and each shared every posssible precious detail they grasped from someone else. What made me want to puke when this resident told me, the first dead victim the firemen managed to pull out had shrunk to a baby size figure. I think what he meant was, the upper torso and the lower part may have been disattached and hence, the size of a baby. Eeeww.

And yes, I had a nightmare that night.

Rojak Post

2009-05-19T14:05:00.012+08:00

Chaos, chaos, chaos everywhere.

Crime rates are moving on a crescendo level whilst the BIG flu is attacking anyone, anytime, anywhere.

Despite the humid weather we're suffering from in KL, I still made a trip to Yogyakarta last month which provided us hotter weather. Borobudur wowed me with its majestic sight and right after I snapped the 1st photo there, my brand new Canon powershot E1 decided to quit. Cursings did nothing to wake my baby blue camera from the dead. [Its ok now though.]

My 1st photo in Borobudur

Food in Yogyakarta is basically dry but the lauk were juicy inside. Yes, such opposites. There were waroengs everywhere like this selling different kinds of food. [I miss the ikan bakar at Baron Beach!]

Waroeng Sample

I managed to get a glimpse [and snapped a photo] of a man showering by the drain and yes, he has to be naked to shower. It was a fun and interesting trip despite the panaroia of getting infected with hepatitis A [dirty water and dirty cutleries], getting cheated [by touts], getting robbed [pick-pockets concerned].

Eng Translation: Beware, Many Children.

A day after I came back from the trip, I MC-ed for the first time in my life as I was vomiting previous lunch and dinner all day long. I crawled in and out of the kitchen to boil myself gingery porridge and gingery drink all day long too.

The vomiting incident caused me to lose weight, or so I think. My waist line has shrunk, causing my pants and skirt to look baggy on me. Forget about my previous fat-skinny post, I think I have lost that extra fat in me. Speaking of weight loss, this guy in a smart business attire came shuffing an ad to me yesterday, promoting weight loss programme to me.

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Due to the weight loss, I decided to consume rich food like the pork knuckles I had at Brotzeit, Vivocity last Saturday. TH and I sort of spent a few seconds debating on what the pronounciation of Brotzeit will likely be. In the end, who cares when the crispy, crispy, oily pork knuckles satisfied our taste buds.

Thanks to ZQ too, who made the effort to make my dream [movie-watching in Singapore] come true. Haha.

Last but not least, I think its also time to put the infamous name to a face.

Tadaa...

Meet Jojo Wong Lee Lo

Note: My apologies for the half-hearted writing. *Sorry*

Malaysians are not so funny

2009-04-16T12:06:00.007+08:00

NTV7 labelled Wednesday as the day of blues unofficially and decided to slot in supposedly humorous two sitcoms starting from 8:30pm. The first was PCK Sdn Bhd which is obviously the Malaysian version, with original PCK and Rosie starring and the rest were other Malaysian actors and actresses whom I think were not able to match the "siao-ness" of Chu Beng, Margaret, Aloysius and the 2 tau huay lovers. Hence, the smile forcely planted on my face to prove that this is a supposedly entertaining sitcom.

Then came the first episode of Mr. Siao's Mandarin Class last night right after PCK Sdn Bhd, it is a supposedly Malaysian version of Mind your Language - which was incredibly funny as I could still remember Mr. Brown vividly. Thanks to the excellent review of this sitcom in The Star yesterday, I managed to plant high hopes for this until 9pm which I got struck by great disappointment 5 minutes after watching it. I couldn't recall wat happened 25 minutes later as I dozed off with Jojo licking my toes.

Nevertheless..

I will still stay tune to these two sitcoms next Wednesday at 8:30pm sharp though, due to the lack of entertainment I could grasp from national channels.

Jojo's decision

2009-04-13T14:47:00.007+08:00

Due to several reasons, my Boss declared her unwillingness in taking the master bedroom anymore since Feb. Hence, the notice seeking for friendly housemates was pasted downstairs my house. Weeks flew by, calls came, unfortunately no one went up to check the master bedroom out. Simply put, the price put them off.

My boss decided to change her strategy last week and offered to foot a small portion of the rent every month. The new indicated price did interest several, but no confirmations were made till yesterday. Two girls were tempted by the new price and friendly housemates - Ellyn, Jojo and I, hence the immediate confirmation upon seeing the room.

The whole point of this non-fiction story is that, Jojo was the one who decided who our new housemates should be.

Incident 1: A huge Indian lady came and loved the room immediately. Jojo loved her too but the lady was discouraged by the price and was very afraid of Jojo.

Incident 2: Two ladies came. One was a Chinese and the other looked like a Filipino. This Chinese lady with grey hair all over was about fifty plus and that Filipino lady looked in her early thirties. As I was busy guessing the most possible relationship between this old Chinese lady and a young Filipino, Jojo barked with all her might at them until they left the house. Obviously, Jojo was not interested in them and they never showed their affection for a cute pup. They loved the room but they never came back to us, guess they found something better too. Upon Jojo's misbehaviour when she met them, I guess I wouldn't allow them to be my housemates.

Morale of the story: Get a dog to decide who your new housemates should be.

My apologies for the illogical story above, I'm too sleepy to admit that I'm drowning in the Monday blues.

Btw, Jojo got her haircut yesterday, she looked like a primary school girl with super short and straight hair, ready to attend school assembly on a Monday.

Fat-skinny Me

2009-03-25T17:19:00.007+08:00

Realizing how not young and how un-fit I'm getting into, I enquired about the price package at True Fitness last week. It was an impressive tour to the 4-storey gym indeed, all sorts of classes offered, equipments are adequate for hundreds and the plus item there was the 30m-4 ft deep-swimming pool.

The price was later discussed and it was unbelievably expensive and I gushed myself out with thousands of honest excuses. On top of that, I was given a one-week-free-trial to utilise their gym and classes fully, in order to win me back into signing up for a one-year membership.

I went for the first free trial yesterday, under the guidance of a personal trainer. Admin procedures take place at the initial stage, then the body check-ups - blood pressure and body fat measurements. My blood pressure is normal, surprisingly, I've always thought I have low blood pressure. The body fat measurement was so beyond my expectations. I am obese! I felt like throwing up the asam laksa I had a few hours ago just to prove I'm not in that obese category. Now I understand what it feels like to be fat. I swear, I shall not insult people who are on the plump side anymore. :)

Anyway, my personal trainer made me do the cross-trainer for 10 minutes at a speed of 100. OMG! I feel like dying at the 5th minute. It was so tiring. I was busy count-downing to the 10th minute whilst my personal trainer tried to dig my personal history. Talking to him during that strenuous exercise made me pant even more and I decided to ignore him at the 7th minute.

The rest was simply strenuous for me. My arms and legs felt chilly hot from those activities. Not mentioning the 25 push-ups at one go, man, that almost killed me!

Surprisingly, I woke up today with pain-less arms and legs. However, I will not torture myself at the gym today.Thursday, I shall go.
I know I should give my poor torso a break despite the paranoia of being fat.

Period of Cleansings

2009-03-19T17:16:00.007+08:00

I was diagnosed with skin cancer two years ago.

It started off with this doctor prescribing a herbal brown pill to me as I was having body heatiness. I woke up with swollen eyes and puffy cheeks the next day. I then drank cups and cups of water upon mummy's advice, to flush the toxins down.

My face started cracking and itching gradually, day by day. Ears were as pinkish red as baboon's ass. The unbearable itch made me scratch my face, causing bloody stains and marks. My skin during that period, was thin and ultra-sensitive, my whole face was in a complete mess, leaving only blood stains and shredded skin which were about to fall off.

I was busy dabbing my face with olive oil everyday as that was the only thing that soothes my skin for 5 minutes. Many were taken aback by my disgusting face, which has been drawn to a black and dark facial complexion and raw wounds all over.

Doctors too, were horrified as they had never had a case like such, and instead they diagnosed me with skin cancer, since anti-histamine did not help at all. I declined the consumption of steroids and continued sulking and suffering from the terrible itch and pain at home. It was a school holiday and I hid at home, made reasonable lies to friends who asked me out.

The best part of this cleansing was, my face got super itchy and painful at 3am every night. Sleepless nights of course, made me lethargic the next day and days of pain and itch passed by with me, being semi-conscious. The skin worsened when my neck had itches too and the extreme pain was of a standard to the pain (10 times) a man who accidentally cuts his skin when shaving his facial hair. I remembered joking to my worried mummy, I must have been a very hairy man in my past life.

My tragic drama was then rumoured to my relatives and my eldest auntie came to my help, dragging me to visit her Chinese doctor. As I stepped into the doctor's room, the doctor's first question to my parents were, is she/he a guy? I never blamed the doctor as I couldn't recognize myself too. Staring at my own reflection was more painful than anything I was experiencing.

He then whispered to us, an Indian spirit was behind me and he has followed me all the way from KL. The doctor reassured us, everything will be solved after he gave me the yellow paper "fu" and I was instructed to burn the paper and soak it in a hot cup of water, and drink it in one gulp. The doctor also gave me cleansing pills to flush the accumulated amount of toxins, gathered from my daily consumption of fried rice into continuous stool-excreting activities the next day.

My facial condition improved slightly on the first day after drinking the water. By the second day, the improvement rate shot up to 70% and I woke up for the last time that night at 3am, sleep-walked to my cupboard, put on my green jacket and chanted Kamimuki Sanji and Chorei. I awoke the next day, hugging my prayer book. From then on, I enjoyed looking at myself in the mirror.

A year later, I was diagnosed with Vitiligo, Michael Jackson's skin-type disease, which I totally ignored the burning cream the skin specialist gave me.

Few months later, I was diagnosed with fibroadenomas which requires minor surgical action, suggested by the gynae. I shall put that on hold since its benign. Anyway, who in the world loves to commit themselves towards the sin of blade?!
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So, conclusionnya, i am kinda speechless as in the cleansings I was granted. Anyhow, thank God that I'm still here. :)

She-dog and her tempers

2009-03-17T14:37:00.010+08:00

Jojo is giving us the headache these days.
1. She eats her warm shit and squishes the rest into powder form, leaving a messy pile on the floor.
2. She pees a huge puddle on the floor and in turn, we are running out of toilet paper.
3. She walks away when her food is ready-to-serve, eats a little after much persuasion, and leaves you thinking what is wrong with the food.
4. If she is not busy biting your toes, she must be somewhere else biting the toilet mat or her favourite table legs or even scraping paint off the wall.
5. This morning, she heaved a loud grunt and started crying just because I rushed to the toilet first thing in the morning without letting her out from her playpen. Ellyn saved her later.

After my personal observation these few weeks and whilst sharing this with ZQ, I kinda reflected on what she is up to now.

Despite being a canine, Jojo too, is playing politics.

The scenario is as such:-
After staying with us for 5 months, she now knows Ellyn is the mummy-loving-type, who gives in to her whims and fancies whilst I'm the evil stepmother who gives her stern looks and punishes her accordingly.

When I'm alone with Jojo, she's totally fine. She behaves, she doesn't cry when I lock her in her playpen and does not show me those attitudes. She's even a darling at times.I was even planning a night for the both of us during Earth Hour, star-gazing at the balcony.

When Ellyn and I are around, Jojo's mood swings swifted to a crazy, hyper one. Her hormones are turned upside down, she craves for every bit of attention, throwing tantrums whenever she likes, runs around the living room like a mad dog and so on.

Enough is enough, when I got the message from Ellyn today that Jojo actually played with her shit on her bed. If Ellyn is not taking actions, I will.

I swear I shall play with that little devil too, in this political battle. I can't wait to execute my strategies when I get home later.
Jojo, you'll see who wins. Heheheh.

Note: No worries. There's no need to call SPCA. Nobody's going to get hurt.

RKL - a practice of vexation

2009-02-23T12:21:00.005+08:00

Sharon, George and I couldn't stop giggling when General Olbricht launched Operation Valkryie with a blue colour pencil [I'm not sure if it's a Luna]. How cheap-skate is that?! LOL.

After counting how many years old could Colonel Stauffenburg's wife be when she died, those two Damansara-experts brought me to the illegal bus-stop which I was totally not aware of. It was not a bus-stop after all, it was just a curb by the road and people were seen waiting for the same vehicle I was waiting for. That was also what triggered us in laughing at how Rapidkl bus drivers are having the PMS twenty-four-seven.

Metro buses in KL are considered the angels of buses, they have bus conductors who are always helpful and considerate to the needys. I was sleeping in the bus once, due to the exhaustion from a full-day window shopping and this bus conductor tapped me on the shoulder suddenly. "You, Jaya 33, kan?" I immediately dashed out of the bus with relief and embarassment.

Rapid KL bus drivers, on the other hand are the kings to slaves like us.

1. They stop and do not stop whenever and wherever they like. They whisk pass us without a hello very often even if you were waving both your hands at the bus driver five minutes ago.
2. They don't entertain simple questions, like is this bus going to so and so? You either get onto the bus or you don't.
3. If you have no change of RM1 notes, do not board the RapidKL. You either get a good scolding or you won't be able to board the bus at all.
4. If you have no idea where you should stop, do not board the bus. You may end up going in rounds, to be precise, 游车河. The driver isn't going to help you unless you meet a samaritan on the bus.

A lady once approached me, asking me which bus should she board as she was not familiar with the area. My advice to her, flag yourself a taxi, ma'am.
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Now I wonder where I got the idea of wanting to become Malaysia's Transport Minister one day.

save and you will be saved

2009-02-19T16:23:00.005+08:00

Since day one I made into 2009, I feel compelled, in fact I forced myself to save every penny I have, so much so I wished I'd brought my piggy over which I used to drop every penny I saved that day into. With that, I could limit myself to RM10 a day which I'm already doing and watch the money grow in my piggy.

I used to save tons of coins as a kid and proudly shove it to the counter lady whilst she dumped my coins into this machine which I thought "a-money-counter-genius". Years flew, and I got selekeh in money-managing till this economic meltdown struck me and here I am again, saving pennies. Till date, I have been updating my little notebook religiously, not mentioning the big grin when I managed to spend less than RM5 that day.

It's a tough practice, I will say, even though I managed to convince myself to spend that RM10 on an Amy Tan novel during lunch hour today. RM10 for a book is considered the higher-price-item in my dictionary, just in case you're wondering. I get quality books 3 for RM10 most of the time.

On a slight separate tone, I caught Jojo screwing my white heel up with a shredded look she did with her shiny, white pearls. Don't even get me started on how I reacted, no matter how much sheepish look she gave me. It took me a great moment to grieve upon my white heel, with her not knowing, what she had done to my soul.

On a very different note, my confession to Ellyn this morning was a weird one. I told her I take my pick in everyday attire according to the color the NTV7 breakfast hosts are wearing except today, in which I can't possibly dress myself in blue twice in a week. Hmm..someone here sounds very flamboyant.
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That said, the movies in GSC are scratching the itch in me. Should I catch a movie this weekend? Well, things can be re-shuffled once in a while. The eyeliner can certainly wait.

The nosy me

2009-02-18T14:18:00.006+08:00

Nothing beats reminiscing about how we used to grumble when we had to build a huge music box during Kemahiran Hidup Bersepadu lessons with ex-classmates on a lazy Sunday afternoon. Despite being the co-ed school, girls and boys were required to do everything in the syllabus. Boys cook and mend, girls saw and drill and vice versa. It was both, fun and stressful.

I remembered crying for the first time during my high school years because some devil stole my perfectly-done LED board. We, girls had also experienced a humiliating period when Ms. Liau told us off in our face, boys exceled in sewing and cooking, compared to girls. Amidst the laughter, juicy gossips about so-and-sos' life were not missed in action. I feel enriched with [gossips] knowledge after I got home that day, so much so I was inspired in creating a Perez-Hilton-version-of-Sabah-TTSS-secondary-school-members'-blog. Silly, no?

Anyway, I shall complete this another meme.

[Rules: It's harder than it looks!Copy to your own note, erase my answers, enter yours, and tag 10 people. Use the first letter of your name to answer each of the following questions. They have to be real ... nothing made up! If the person before you had the same first initial, you must use different answers. You cannot use any word twice and you can't use your name for the boy/girl name question.Then Publish your note.Have Fun!]

1.What is your name: Selina
2. A four-letter word: S.U.C.K.
3. A boy's name: Samuel
4. A girl's name: Sharon
5. An occupation: Soldier
6. A colour: Sea green
7. Something you wear: Socks
8. Food : Smokey ham
9. Something found in the bathroom: Soap
10. A place: Scandinavia
11. A reason for being late: Slipped somewhere
12. Something you shout: Shit!
13. A movie title: Slumdog Millionaire
14. Something you drink: Singapore Sling
15. A musical group: S Club 7
16. An animal: Snake
17. A street name: Setiawangsa
18.The title of a song: Sometimes by Britney
19. A type of car: Satria

What's with these tagging each other on Facebook's notes these days, by the way? Somehow, I just feel obliged to complete the meme when tagged by someone. Obedient, no? :)

Jojo's comeback plus Meme

2009-02-06T13:33:00.003+08:00

I smelled shit the minute I opened the main door whilst something fury leapt onto and was busy scratching my knees. The darling is back. It somehow immediately reminded me of my aunt's dog who clung onto the toilet bowl when fireworks exploded. My cousin (male) had to pee with a 3 ft tall Dalmation staring at him with a frightened look.

Anyway..

I shall complete this meme since Cheryl tagged me a few days ago.

1. I love and hate dogs. I love them when they stare at you with those big, shining eyes. I hate when they growl and threaten to bite me. I was bitten by one sixteen years ago.
2. I never like seeing girls with flabby thighs wearing ass-length mini shorts.
3. I was a fencer.
4. I would like to get a chick lit book published one day. One is never too old for that. :)
5. My all-time favourite colour is green.
6. My primary 3 teacher punished me standing outside the classroom everyday for not memorising the Chinese idioms. All I could remember was 人山人海，失败是成功之母.
7. I hate it when pimples start appearing.
8. I still can't use the chopsticks properly.
9. I love to peel skin, as in human's old and wrinkly skin. Yeap, thats the fetish.
10. I am not really into earrings anymore. My ears couldn't handle them anymore.
11. I wished mummy had enrolled me for ballet lessons.
12. Anything to do with 3D is a no-no for me.
13. I played organ.
14. I still have yet to find the best Bak Kut Teh in Singapore.
15. I have never attended a school prom. It also means my closet holds no glamarous evening dress.
16. I have always dreamt of being a news reader until some friends teased my pronounciation, for example, happy BURFday.
17. I hate doing this meme already.
18. I was a violent child towards my baby brother. I used to do the hair pull, chilly-hit him, dig my sharp nails into his skin and finally coax him not to tell mummy.
19. I don't fancy junk food.
20. I desperately need something big to spice my life up this year.
21. To 25, are we there yet?
22. I secretly wish to open the 1st Ikea in KK and I'll be rich then.
23. I love juicy gossips especially who has broken up with who or who has fallen in love with who.
24. Many thought I'm good in accounts simply just because my parents are auditors. I used to fail that paper. I'm quite good in maths though.
25. Finally. I don't understand why mummy always grumbles about me being stick skinny, even after she has seen Cheryl's bodyframe.

Mid-week Blues

2009-02-03T15:56:00.008+08:00

I remembered watching Alvin and the Chipmunks with green mask on my face when fireworks snowed the sky, destroying the beautiful scene of the then starry night. Mr. Marcus was up fighting with an unknown player in some battle, mummy was packing money into the red packets, daddy was blackjacking somewhere.

My chilly red outfit the next day made many exchange glances and I received much new red notes and words of flattery. We blackjacked and feast the entire day. There were not many new faces around so topics were not that hot, just revolving round Obama and how we should preserve our rice bowls in the near future.

By the third day, I was tired of doing the washing up and ended up grumbling how I despised men at that very moment. There is this trend of uncles and cousins (all males) stuffing the sink with their bowls and plates after stuffing their stomach full.

I was fortunate to bump into an old friend whom I have befriended since we were seven. Most friends looked more mature while some grew beards and bigger chests. Some remained the same including, inheriting the 90's hair style.

Mummy took this golden opportunity in mastering the techniques to stalk other people's blogs and Facebook. Sumathi, if you ever see this,just to let you know, mummy likes your nose.

After days of food and entertainment indulgence, I am forced to sit at my desk and stare at Outlook taking its own sweet time loading emails.

I have always counted myself blessed and lucky in many ways despite one or two turbulences I face every year. I couldn't be bothered with the economic recession and the retrenchment period most were facing. Unfortunately, I was struck by a bomb amidst the hundreds emails I received from my clients, just right in time to kickstart the bullish year.

My pay got cut.

Does anyone here have a part-time assignment for me? :(

新年快乐，恭喜发财，万事如意，身体健康。

2009-01-22T17:51:00.005+08:00

Mummy called me earlier to update me on where we're supposed to go for CNY meals. There are these two aunties of mine who love to cook and they do not mind cooking for 40 mouths everyday during the CNY period. That's how lucky the Lo family is.

I look forward to every Chinese New Year even when I know what is most likely going to happen everytime during this period. My nephews and nieces will be bugging me to let them fiddle with my handphone, tugging my new red outfit just to see whether its stretchable, begging me to bring them out for fireworks session at 12 noon, when the sun is at its best. Despite those, I enjoy their company as they lion dance against the background of cheesy Chinese New Year songs, asking me classic questions every year like, "jie jie, how old are you?"

Okay. Its 6pm. Time to knock off.

Happy Chinese 牛 Year!

The Cough

2009-01-21T16:01:00.004+08:00

Quote Karen Smith in Mean Girls, "Ehe Ehe, I'm sick."

Mucus dried up, cough springs up a few days right before Chinese New Year. This means I am going to get a big scolding from mummy for not boiling much herbal drinks and not allowed to drink cold Shandies, cold tangerines, cold ba gua and huge prawn crackers.

This cough not only restricts my freedom in consuming my favourite food, it also contributes to my major embarrassment I suffered yesterday.

It was a phone conversation so my face was saved.

Me: "Ms. XX, is the press release for the XX ok?"

Female editor: "Yea, I got it and I don't think I'm using this for the time being due to a million reasons, bla-bla-bla."

At this very moment when she was giving me the million reasons, my cough sprung right up to the tip of my throat.

Me: "Oh ok. When can I *coughed non-stop*?"

Female Editor: "Oh my god, Selina, are you okay?"

Me: "I am.."*coughed harder and never ending*

Me: "I call you" *cough sprung up again* [slammed the phone,dashed into the ladies' to cough my lungs out]

She conveyed her greatest concern by dropping me an email, suggesting I take cough syrup.

我返来啦！[I'm back!]

2009-01-15T20:18:00.005+08:00

Upon arriving in Hong Kong, I was frozen from head to toe, no doubt it was my first time experiencing how 10 degrees celcius feels like. Mucus starts dripping and yes, I was busy making "wantons" throughout the whole trip.

I did not have a camera with me [again]! Or else, I could have captured the mini room I'm staying at, the amount of people rushing in and out of the train station, the shop that sells solely AV videos starring Japanese porn stars and how horny the owner looks, the fat cat with a Louis Vuitton collar, how the lady was begging me to buy her necklace, how cool the Hong Kong police were when they were chasing a thief at Ladies' Market, how serene Discovery Bay is and not forgetting how handsome everyone looked in their winter wear suits, [including me].

Anyway, I did not get anything in Hong Kong this time round, except for the necklace that lady was begging me to own it, I was plain sick to do any shopping or even bargain with those ladies. The bargaining system in Hong Kong is much worse than Thailand.

Despite the flu hitting me throughout the whole trip, I still managed to taste and experience how heavenly the food is, especially the pig rojak porridge!
Ssslllurp..
Hmm..that mainly wraps up my trip. :)

TGIF

2009-01-09T23:15:00.007+08:00

The said title was what I have always liked to exclaim on Fridays. You know that feeling of kicking the black, boring pumps away and to find yourself slipping into those leather-like stiletto slingbacks plus the little green dress and getting whisked away by prince charming for a candlelight drink. Pardon the little green dress, I just love green and it looks good on me too.

Its not like I'm having that in reality today, but what could've even be "better" than getting stuck in heavy traffic for one hour on a Friday night. Plus 16 more minutes, to be precise.

It was silly of me to agree to meet my client at 5:30pm today, which lasted for an hour. My stomach then started growling, part of me was about to enter the food court for a munch, the other evil part of me was dying to rush home for 7pm's 心花朵朵开II. Last night's 心花朵朵开preview showed, XX's dad will be trying to rape his own daughter, so damn kan cheong, can? [Mummy will be spanking me when she sees this sentence, "I have been grooming your English since you were 4 and you came up with such a sentence 20 years later!?"]

The bus was crawling and I was busy encouraging it, "C'mon you can do it, ok, we have passed little india, now to newton circus, then to Bt Timah Road." The bus was literally dragging its ass inch by inch and I was eyeing the clock minute by minute. There came this moment, when I was complaining how freaking long this Bt Timah Road was which, it took a whole hour to reach King Albert's Park. I was feeling hungry and nothing to look forward to when I got down from the bus, as it had hit past 8pm and I couldn't watch my favourite series.

Minutes later,
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It took me by surprise when 心花朵朵开II was still on [till 9pm on Fridays!] whilst I was sipping my overcooked noodles with a sigh of relief.

Aahh.Thank God its Friday.

Ciao, 2008.

2008-12-31T11:16:00.007+08:00

2008 has made me ponder on my strengths and weaknesses, something which I have always neglected although it is always subconsciously at the back of my mind. Many at times, I was even amazed at myself for doing such a thing which in a million years, I swear I would have not thought of doing it.

My smile naturally seeps in as memories flooded my brain at this very moment, the times how we even managed to complete the assignment within one night, not mentioning my lecturer was about to give up on us.

Then there came this period, where I was frantically begging for a place to stay, and how my friends were kind enough to put up with a nomad here. The feeling is absolutely indescribable when you thought of those dearies who actually gave you a hand, ear or whatever parts when you're really in need. I always have this thought of how i should repay these magnificent people, which they will definitely be invited to my wedding one day. [Just laugh out loud if you want at this silly thought of mine]

Before 2008 bids farewell to me, I have already been anticipating 2009's arrival weeks ago for a fresh start. Some have been quite proud of me being active in sports and all, in reality I am just this freaking lazy, unmotivated cow who frequently postpones trips to the gym plus indulging myself in big fat Greek diets too. In order to get myself up for this new exercise goal, I resolve to remind myself everyday that age is catching up and I am no more that sweet, young girl who skips around in a ponytail.

My make-up skill is also something I need to work on. After being in the PR industry for 6 months, I still have not owned an eyeliner, what more the blusher. I seriously need a lesson on this as if I'm not already lacking men in my life. That also reminds me of still not fulfilling my "want" list for 2008, which includes a watch, a decent pair of jeans, a camera etc. I am so going to be pretty busy in 2009. [rolls eyes]

So, anyway, everyone must be pretty busy in getting themselves prepped up for tonight's party which I obviously do not have one to go to [since I'm making serious resolutions here]. I shall head home after getting my passport renewed, slump myself onto the couch and bury myself into the leftover pizza, doze off at 10pm and wake up to a new day, fresh!

Well, ladies and gentlemen, here's to a ken-wa-fu year ahead! Yam...........................................Seng.

What is YOUR Saturday?

2008-12-14T17:16:00.005+08:00

It has always been a chilled out Saturday for me no matter where I am since I started working. For no reason, I have always committed myself into giving the house a good scrub every Saturday.

I was mopping away when I suddenly decided to put Kenny G on. The whole tempo and rhythm instantly turned my Saturday into a slow and peaceful one. Kenny G too, managed to hypnotize Jojo and drove her to la-la land.

Hours later, satisfaction welled up in me as I stood looking at my well-scrubbed, clean, spotless floor and the darling who was still dreaming away.

Ahh.. Somehow and somewhat, Kenny G managed to work magic on Jojo, she stopped woofing whenever he appears. Thats how I learnt to live with a neurotic pup.

Dummy Chef

2008-12-09T15:39:00.005+08:00

Brief update: I lost count on the times my alarm clock went into snooze mode. I dread getting up today, I so long to sleep for 5 minutes more even though I have told myself that countless times until the clock struck 8:30am. Why can't the government declare today a holiday for the whole of Malaysia instead of those 2 states only? Hmmph. One word for my morning: Jialat.

Shopping has taken up my to-do lists during the long weekend. Got a frying pan cum wok this time, which I secretly swore to myself, I shall cook religiously from now on. Mum rolled her eyes, "we'll see."

Since I was tall enough to reach the kitchen counter, I have always been observing my home chef - mama doing her cooking. She really dotes on cooking or rather fulfilling the responsibility, unlike her daughter who will only stand and watch from a distance.

Basically, I am not those who stands 10 metres away from the cooker whilst struggling to stir those leaves, its just the lack of interest and seriously, holding that spatula is never my cup of tea. In fact, I am proud to say that I am really good in cooking in theory. You name it, soup boiling, stirring the veges, fish steaming, chicken stew. I know the ingredients by hard and also the sequences in adding what and what next.

Oh, besides the cooking, The Lo family slaves, Mr. Marcus and I are also very hesitant to chop those garlics everytime as the kitchen counter is always too low for the Lo family's height. You should get the picture. Mr. Marcus is 3/4 head taller than me. We will end up grumbling about the neck pain and leg numb symptoms after those errands.

Looks like mama is never able to retire from the kitchen.

Crazy month

2008-12-02T13:54:00.007+08:00

Brief update: As a gift for Britney who turns 27 today, Hitz Fm played Britney's songs back to back for 4 hours. Ahh..Perfect music to dance to in the morning. Gee.

There was absolutely no Monday blues for me as I marched into the North Court of MidValley.
The colours. The clowns. The mini circus decoration set. Most amazingly, those four-letter-words.

SALE

which accidentally causes the adrenaline rush in me. Ahh..*gasps*
December drives me crazy.

Pretentious Belas Kasihan act

2008-11-27T17:10:00.006+08:00

I was approached by this young chap, introducing himself as someone from a charity organization. Usually, a fake smile will be hanging on my face and from there I will take the opportunity to whisk myself off before they can say anything to me. This time round however, I decided to give this chap the green light and there he was blah-ing all out to me at the greatest speed.

He was telling me this phenomenon of poor kids with inadequate clothing, education, funds which I am very aware of. There are plenty of them in my country [Sabah]. It was kinda touching at that very moment, I shall say. The spoiler then came when he shoved this form towards me and insisted that I sign up for free. I asked him, how is this free when I have to commit myself into donating RMxx every month for a lifetime once my signature lays on the dotted lines. He then signalled his colleague to handle the dirt job on his behalf which she did, non-stop insisting that I should contribute.

My reply made their faces turn black instantly. I told them I don't mind signing up, but I shall not contribute financially, I will contribute in terms of physical volunteer instead. They exchanged glances and gave me that shitty look.

They must be thinking "damn, down goes our hope in getting the commission from her signing-up."Those changes in their looks were about to activate that turmoil button in me. I so wanted to give them a tight bitch slap.
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Fine. I walked off without contributing anything that day.

New housemate

2008-11-26T10:05:00.003+08:00

Since coming back to KL last Sunday, I befriended Jojo who's our new housemate. She's super uper duper adorable and hyper at all times.

Just last night, I couldn't even read Ellyn's Hello! magazine in peace as Jojo kept bugging me. That pang of jealousy is always in her when she sees me doing something else rather than entertaining her. I was then upset with her and decided to ignore her for that moment. She too, gave me that sheepish look and heave those grunts which no one could deny that expression of hers made her 10 times cuter.

Many at times, you just feel like strangling Jojo for disturbing your me-moments. I hardly have time for myself, let alone sit and play with her. Somehow, that anger in you melts in a quick snap when you see that earnest look she gave you.
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Yes, the new housemate in question is Ellyn's + Wong's new pup.

[Still] grasping the meaning

2008-11-07T21:26:00.006+08:00

Brief update: Today, daddy's sms was the best ice-breaker when I was in the midst of completing that mountain-load of work. Grins.

Got an assignment months ago to jot down ten things I would like people to say about me during my funeral.

One word: Difficult.

I have been doing some thinking about it and I just realized I so really have to know myself in and out in order to know what others think of me as a person. To know oneself is to discover one's talent, passion, conscience and needs. Honestly speaking, I have yet to fulfill that.

On a serious note, I really got to get down in knowing myself, knowing that the final months of 2008 is hitting upon. Talking about myself, I felt that pinch of failure in me as I have been trying hard to remember the goal I set for myself on the 1st of Jan 2008. December is hitting upon me and it was kinda obvious I have yet to make efforts, let alone achieve that high and mighty goal. Sad, no?

I have been mulling over the things I do daily, thoughts that I have always pondered but kept to myself. There are alway things I take for granted subconsciously, doing things that I am not supposed to do, not doing things that I am supposed to do.

Why can't I be a lil more disciplined and attack this stubborn virus in me with all my might given the strength? The immune system in me is working just fine and yet I could not pull things straight. Why should I always doubt myself ? Does it always have to be some angel out there to pull me up and set things straight for me until I take the next step?
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Enough of the ramble. It is time to unfold my inner self before the alarm buzzes.

On another note, the lack of myself-knowledge hence contributes to my failure in completing this assignment once again. Tell me, is this seriously going to be forever?

Ubin lover

2008-11-06T20:57:00.010+08:00

Brief update: It has been quite some time I have not taken bus rides in KL especially ever since I moved house. I hopped onto a bus just yesterday to meet my old kawans for dinner at Chilli's. I spent 45 minutes waiting at the bus stop with an old lady. I will say, Malaysia's public transport may have improved a little. For 45 minutes, at least 3 buses passed by. However, only one bus stopped to pick us up. The other two buses left us gasping for the word f*ck when they just couldn't be bothered to stop for the two of us.

Backspace a lil, it was so nice to get a break from work [at last] on Deepavali Day. Nevertheless, I still exhausted myself by being on wheels for 12 hours that very day. I spent 2 hours travelling to Ubin island, cycled for 8 hours on that island, another 2 hours to go home. Bloggie, you must be thinking I have gone nuts, cycling for freaking 8 hours on a holiday!

Well, I have always loved cycling since young. In fact, I cycled everywhere around KK when I was little. I always have this thought of being free as a bird whenever I cycle. Weird, no? Whilst cycling in Ubin, I was reminded of my childhood, that's the reason I kinda forgot the pain in my arse even when it is pushed to the limits. As sick as it sounds, the pain was satisfying and very addictive.

Not to mention, I was knocked by a pick-up once whilst cycling when I was only 8. The funny thing was, at that very moment, all my mum could hear was the loud commotion and she thought she lost her only daughter till she heard a faint shriek.

Anyway, those who plan to visit Singapore one day, I will certainly recommend Ubin [for those who know how to cycle]. Get yourself ready for the dirt paths and amazing downhill slopes!

I see..

2008-10-15T16:27:00.007+08:00

Brief update: The police in Penang will be trained to speak in Hokkien, imagine an Indian or Malay policeman coming up to you when you just committed a traffic crime, "kua lu ge I.C.". I wonder when will policemen in KK speak to us in Hakka.

I take the bus to work every working day.
By making use of my time waiting for the bus, I make daily observations around me. It has been quite an interesting observation so far. I paid more attention to the cars that drove past me. Till now, I have not spotted my favourite car.

Every morning, there is always this Indian lady wearing the same over-sized flowery blouse plus the maxi skirt, waiting beside me. Then, there is this guy whom I am not sure of which ethnic, who always wears this turtle-neck long sleeve shirt despite the hot, scorching sun, eyeing me up and down when I walk towards the bus stop. Looking at how the young and old hail their cabs in frustation is also something not to be missed every morning.

A little spice was added this morning when this woman with humongous breasts running to get the cab. I swear those balloons were bouncing upwards, downwards and sideways vigorously. It was a good distraction indeed from looking out for the red roof top.

Yesterday, I was attracted by the road cleaner's dustpan. He actually decorated his dustpan by tying the super bright yellow plastic bags in a bow shape to the dustpan. Man, I salute him for his creativity.

Just this morning, the Chinese lady standing beside me was doing her manicure, but what annoyed me was, her bright red satin maxi dress,don't you think she was over-dressed for work. Well, anyway, who cares?! I don't even know her.

Yes, this is how I bitch to myself every morning.

I fell in love

2008-10-14T17:22:00.005+08:00

with Canon Powershot E1.

OMG.

The baby colors. Ain't they sweet? I know I'm a little out-dated to discover it since the launch in August but hey, that is absolutely the reason why this very cute user-friendly fellow is the perfect match for this tech-blur bimbo. Tell me, how can anyone ever resist it?

I so can't wait to lay my hands on it. Gotta wait for the next next next paycheck.

By the way, Santa, I have been a very good girl this year.

the house-hunting Dilemma

2008-10-13T16:27:00.007+08:00

Brief update: I give a 2 out of 10 to Ampang Medikal, the Malaysian version of Grey's Anatomy. I doubt they can come up with a Malaysian version of House though.

House-hunting is never easy. Perfect place, perfect price, perfect public transport system. Is there such a place in KL? I never realized house-hunting has almost driven me nuts lately until I was reminded by mama. I have been whining and stressing a lot for the house-hunting lately. My conversation with friends practically revolved round house-hunting topic. What is wrong with me? Why should I stress so much for a house?

After a long chat with mama, yes, I just realized I have been complaining and stressing on the house-hunting A LOT. I was not even concerned when my skin doctor just diagnosed me for being a Vitiligo-er. I hated myself at that moment for being such a baby who is always throwing tantrums lately. Sigh. I guess many at times, it just takes someone who is so not you to point out for you to discover how serious the damage is.

I just want to get this thing over with as soon as possible. Mama, you're right. Going forward, I shall get myself composed and start the hunt all over again. On the other hand, papa, I think you're right. I think the SA697Y should be shipped over to me. :)

Prezzies

2008-10-10T11:09:00.007+08:00

Brief update: I was overjoyed when I caught a glimpse of that red roof coming towards me. You'll certainly have no idea how happy my daily-waiting-for-Rapidkl-gang was when the bus arrived. This is plain happiness for some of us every morning. Sad, no?

I know I should be working but I just can't help browsing through google for wedding gift ideas at this very hour. My cousin will be walking down the aisle next weekend and I have absolutely no idea what I should get for her and her Man. I hate choosing gifts, be it birthday gifts, farewell gifts, Christmas gifts and many other occassions one can think of. I usually have this bad habit of asking the birthday fellow, "just tell me what you want and I'll try my best to get it for you". Yes, there will be no more surprise but hey, I really prefer doing that and I would like people to do the same to me.

Come to think of it, for all these years, Bloggie, just between you and me, I have received many gifts which I am not really fond of. But, I did show my sincere smile and offered gratitude to the people who sincerely made the effort to make my big day an enormous one.

So, as you see, when it's my turn one day, I will gladly announce to my friends and family, what wedding gifts I want. I don't mind sharing them now, for instance, an A-Z Tupperware set, an antique table lamp, a set of that-blue-and-white crockery set, a set of personalized photo frames, Lalala.. and the list goes on. Isn't it more practical than getting me a set of those cute little wedding dolls?

Hmm..I guess age is really catching up.

Milo Break Meme

2008-10-09T14:21:00.004+08:00

When was the last time you ran?
*This morning, when I was crossing the road recklessly.

Do your jeans have rips, tears, and holes in them?
*Of course not. What a waste.

Do you get the full 8 hours of sleep a night?
*Used to. I jolt awake these days when the prayer starts broadcasting from the mosque.

If anyone came to your house on your "lazy days" what would ya'll do?
* Pretend no one's at home and have my phone switched off. Muahaha.

Who last grabbed your ass?
*Myself?

Do you own a pair of Converse?
*No. A lil too old to own one now. I rather a pair of Jimmy Choo's. Grins.

Did you copy and paste this survey?
*Duh.

Do you eat raw cookie dough?
*Yier. Of course not.

Have you ever kicked a vending machine?
*Who doesn't?

Don't you hate it when the radio ruins good songs by playing them over and over?
*Kinda. No effect on me though.

How do you eat oreos?
*Make sure no one is around, stuff a few of them into my mouth, chew and smile gleefully at myself [facing the mirror].

Have you ever stayed online for a very long time waiting for someone?
*Subconsciously, yes.

Are you cocky?
*Not me-type.

Could you live without a computer?
*At this age? Definitely no.

Do you wear your shoes in the house?
*No.

At what age did you find out that Santa wasn't real?
*Mummy never told me there's a real Santa in the first place.

How many phones, house phones and cell phones are in your house?
*Five.

What do you do when you're sad?
*Watch soapy dramas and sob more.

Who would you call first if you won the lottery?
*Toto Centre.

Who or what sleeps with you?
*My lil blankie.

Are you in high school?
*Was.

Is anyone sees your bad side now?
*Hmm..Well, in fact I can see the bad side of this question. Its grammatically wrong.

What jewelry are you wearing?
*None.

What's the first thing you do when you get online?
*Log into MSN.

Do you watch Grey's Anatomy?
*Yes.

How do most people spell your name?
*There is serina, selena, salina.

Would you wear a boy/girlfriends clothes?
*Why not?

Where do you work?
*I'm tired of this question. In KL and in Singapore.

What are you doing tomorrow?
*Work.

Is Justin Timberlake becoming the next Michael Jackson?
*Is there any similarity between them?

Favorite name for a girl?
*Cheyenne

Favorite name for a boy?
*The traditional Kevin.

Will you keep your last name when you get married?
*Huh?

When was the last time you left your house?
*This morning.

Do you return your cart?
*Huh?Return my what?

Do you have a dishwasher?
*No.

What noise do you hear?
*Papers shuffling.

Would you survive in prison?
*Yes.

Who is the youngest in your family?
*Mr.Marcus.

If all of your friends were going on a road trip, who would most likey overpack?
*Sumathi. I'll never forget her oversized-bag during our 2007 Genting trip.

Do you know anyone with the same name as you?
*Yes.

What's the last thing you purchased?
*A plate of Perahu Nenas.

Do your siblings ever pay for stuff for you?
*Mr.Marcus, did you? I can't remember.

What brand are your pants right now?
*I'm wearing a skirt and it's Colours.

Ever been to Georgia?
*No.

What irritates you most on the internet?
*Some unknown fellow who wants to show his dick to me through msn.

What brand is your digital camera?
*My family's - Canon.

Do you watch movies with your parents?
*Once in a blue moon.

What song best describes your life right now?
*Anticipating

Do you own expensive perfume/cologne?
*No.

Are you taking college classes right now?
*No. Graduated.

Do you like sushi?
*I prefer Sashimi.

Do you get your hair cut every month?
*No.

Do you go online everyday?
*On working days only.

What's happening to me?

2008-10-08T15:11:00.003+08:00

Brief update: True joy is when 15 out of 17 have been ticked in your to-do list at 3pm.

I used to have the loveliest dreams when I was younger, which is why, no matter how you drag me, pinch me, sprinkle water on me [Trust me, my brother has tried those on me], you will end up hearing the same statement, "Yes, 5 more minutes".
One year ago, if you creep in slowly to my room without making the faintest sound, I will be awake immediately. Don't huh me. I have no idea when did I become a light sleeper.

I used to stuff myself with seafood happily, as much as I can.
Last month, I had rashes from eating too much prawns in Hong Kong.
Don't huh me. I have no idea how the allergy curse struck me.

I used to always have a drink at the Pearl Tea cafes with my friends during late nights.
One year ago, I couldn't sleep the whole night just because I drank a cup of Teh Tarik.
Don't huh me. I have no idea what's happening to me.

I just feel like crap these days, well actually I am quite fine, its just..
something is definitely wrong somewhere.
Sigh. Is age finally catching up with me?!

What's your sleeping habit?

2008-10-07T14:17:00.005+08:00

Brief update: A dead fly was found in the midst of my tasty Char Siew rice, but i still ate it all, except the dead fly of course. The owner was so shocked to see the dead fly on my plate, that she immediately returned my money. Free meal today. *Grins*

Like everyone else, I squeezed myself into the bus with the many non-Malaysians to meet my friends during the Raya holidays. The conversation lasted for 6 hours over a tall and slender glass of mocktail between my friends and I, which is why the waiters kept on exchanging glances, wondering why are we still not thirsty from the 6 hours of non-stop chattering and laughing. Not mentioning we are just plain kedekut.

Anyway, one of the topics we covered that day was about our peculiar sleeping habits. You see, half of my friends do snore when they are sleeping. Some sleep-talk. I swear I have actually struck a conversation with my friend when she sleep-talked. I thought she was awake until I realized she was talking gibberish. I have this friend who loves to turn upside down when he sleeps. Trust me, he is so not going to get a bed after he is married. Nevertheless,my friends agree nothing is much more irritating than my sleeping habit. The teeth grinding habit.

Is it really that noisy and annoying? My mum used to slap me when I started to get noisy at night. She even threatened to make me wear the mouthguard to sleep.

Hmm..shall I videotape myself tonight to observe my extreme bruxism?

HK Business Trip - Day 3

2008-09-30T09:42:00.003+08:00

Brief update: My arms hurt today after carrying a baby for 1 hour yesterday. Don't huh me. The baby is freaking heavy = 10kg.

Last of the lot.
If you are into Sungei Wang type of clothes, Granville Road is the best place to visit. But please bear in mind, stuff in Hong Kong ain't cheap, I ended up buying a pair of socks [only] at Granville Road. As a typical Malaysian you can't help doing arithmetic, when you see the price, xxHKD X RM2.24 = Not worth it.

Hong Kong International Airport is superb. KLIA, Changi Airport are nothing compared to HKIA. It is huge, when I say huge, it is really huge, there is a total of 80 boarding gates. I remembered chuckling to myself, "wow, whoever is assigned to gate 80 will have to walk forever. Lucky me, gate 11." Instead, the Jakun me did not have a clue two trains are actually provided to reach your destinated gate. How cool is that. The journey hasn't ended. To enter the airplane, we had to take the tram which took us 10 minutes just to reach the airplane. How enormous HKIA is!

Anyway, I will get to explore this airport again next month. :)

HK Business Trip - Day 2

2008-09-29T13:55:00.003+08:00

Brief update: I scored a goal during my 1st futsal game yesterday. Haha.

One thing fantastic about Hong Kong is Dim Sum. Its definitely larger than the ones in Malaysia, fully filled with prawns. Thats how I got my seafood-allergic-rashes on that day. :)
The next fantastic stuff I found in Hong Kong is the mango-sago-pomelo dessert. Its..its..indescribable.Mmm.

In fact, besides the food and the shopping outlets, I don't find Hong Kong very fascinating and glamorous as being portrayed in the usual Hong Kong drama series. By the way, I found that signature unique-structured building which is always pictured in Hong Kong drama series. Its in Admiralty area, if you're keen to take a look one day.

Hong Kong is a well-polluted, noisy, crowded place with attitude-defficiency people. Take for example, if you ask a waiter for vinegar, and he feels its a very unusual question which no one has questioned him like such before, he will just shrug his shoulders and turn his back towards you. That is how fantastic the customer services are in Hong Kong. To those who study business, "customer is king"theory is definitely not applicable in Hong Kong.

Anyway, there is this place if you happen to drop by in Hong Kong even for the shortest moment. Its Citygate outlet which you will find yourself purchasing totes from Coach, Prada, Kate Spade. [This definitely applies to those aspiring tai-tais out there who will find these a steal!]

Apart from shopping, there is this interesting thing you must observe when you visit Hong Kong.
No matter how young or old the Hongkies are, they like to wear track shoes everywhere. Hmm.. I wonder why is HongKong-feet associated with smelly feet?

HK Business Trip - Day 1

2008-09-23T18:08:00.005+08:00

Brief update: Just came back from Hong Kong 2 hours ago. Am at Singapore currently.

I shall start from Day 1.
Upon reaching HKIA at 8:30pm, I was very impressed by its huge-ness, until I was busy rambling to myself why is it so huge that I have to walk a whole freaking 15 minutes, with the walkalator's help to the conveyer belt. It also got me into great shock when I was busy looking at some magazine and this big black dog came sniffing my bag, thinking I look like a drug addict perhaps.

I then took a taxi to the hotel and after the usual check-in procedure, I headed straight to Lan Kwai Fong. Woohoo! It was splendid and a very interesting eye-opener for me. The pubs are the size of a toilet, no kidding. It can only fit 10 people to the max. So, thats why Hongkies and foreigners love to pay to stand to drink on the streets. I guess its a good way for them to mingle around too.

The whole experience that night was overwhelming as I have always wanted to do this due to the HK drama series' influence and there I was, for once, sitting through the night at California pub, listening to live jazz and sipping my vodka lime...
until I realized my biggest mistake ever, I don't have a camera with me. Shit.

Je suis sur Cloud 9

2008-09-18T16:25:00.004+08:00

Brief update:-
June: Being a nomad and embarked on my 1st job.
July: Full time human being.
August: Graduated.
Sept: Decided to make a come-back to bloggie.

What Now?!

2008-06-06T20:08:00.004+08:00

Whilst uncle, auntie, leng chai, leng lui etc. spent their free time complaining about the fuel hike, I was busy grumbling about the rise in the price of my favourite pork mee of Brickfields. RM4.50! It used to be RM4 only. What's happening to the economy nowadays? I am paying a higher price for a bowl of tougher-textured pork mee. *Shakes head from left to right 3 times*

Later, the strap of my slippers came off in the middle of the road. Great! Just what I need most today, walking on the streets of Brickfields bare-foot.
Then, today's wind was not strong at all, but I have no idea why my cheap-skate umbrella from Watson had to call it a day. Why la, of all days?!

Very much later, the hippos were busy digging their way into the KTM [as usual], I was very fortunate today to be able to grab a seat considering my slippers and umbrella gave up on me today. An Arabian-looking guy sat next to me. Before anyone could say anything, he started eating his food in the KTM.

Although there's a sign saying "Not allowed to eat & drink", I personally have no problem with people eating in the train. Perhaps without the words, "Fine $500", nobody in Malaysia here gives a damn about the rules, and that, is the ultimate difference between Malaysia and Singapore.

But, most importantly, why la why, of all things to eat, he had to eat corn in the cup. Thats the food I hate the most and it is because the smell that always triggers my vomit button. I was kinda gagging, but he did not get the hint and finished the whole thing happily.

Enough said. I've had enough for today.

Why-lah have to make things so difficult?

2008-06-03T21:37:00.004+08:00

I hate it when problems arise. Challenging or no challenging.
At the point of encountering a problem, the problem, even though may not be the grandest scheme of things; may seem so huge that it occupies the whole of me.

Even if its just on thinking about how to reach that particular destination, it can disrupt my mood the whole day. No doubt I often play that certain self-pitying role "why me", as if the problems are so big when I actually cannot decide what to eat for dinner.

But this time, I really cannot help it.

Should I go or not go? or Where should I go?

I think I will pray to God tonight and see what He says.

Tokkok: Resa was really amazed when she finally got to know the secrets to stop hiccups. Non-hiccuper: What is the color of a banana? Hiccuper: Yellow. Hiccuper's hiccup ends.

I won't be a free person soon.

2008-06-02T14:15:00.005+08:00

I'm leaving KL next week.
No worries. Its not for good.

After one month of half-heartedly job searching which I couldn't be bothered to edit my resume since the first time I created it and rejecting a job offer from KL, I found a job. in KL still.

Sigh. I have always wanted to work in Singapore.
Reason: Better security. More efficient. New environment.

I went to Singapore last week for the job interview. Without my certs, without my resume, which I carelessly left them in the bus. I got the job. But they want me in KL instead.

After my negotiations with them which I plead to them in a professional way of course to allow me to work in Singapore for a certain period before I get stationed in KL alone permanently, they agreed to welcome me to Singapore for the first 2 months. 2 months only!

Then, I have to pack my belongings again, go back to KL again and become a homeless person again.

Speaking of homeless, I was homeless yesterday, no longer living with the giant babies.
Thanks to Resa the cutest who lets me into her room for the time being.

Resa, whilst she brought me around last night, roaming the streets of SS15 for hours as we walked in a carefree manner, I just came to realize I really hated this phase of life.

Fresh grad/Unemployed/Wasting time period.

During the first few weeks of this period, i was enthusiastic to go here go there, meet this person meet that person, buy this buy that.

Everything comes to a limit in the end. The RM and luggage space.

So, now I wake up everyday to find myself facing the computer for hours stalking peoples' life, you-tubing and face-booking.

Is that how I am supposed to spend my moments of freedom? Should I be happy? I know I will be well scolded by people who are busy working their arses for their bosses everyday for not appreciating my freedom moments.

Oh well, what the heck?! I will be watching another episode of Grey's Anatomy now to kill time.

Tokkok: I have always wondered, what is this with people who took time off for months or even years to do nothing, a.k.a. to rediscover oneself? I will definitely become more suicidal.

Turn your lights off!

2008-04-22T19:46:00.003+08:00

As my mouth was busy fumbling with that piece of chicken last night, the lights went off.
Great! How are we going to finish our dinner in the dark? We then finished our candlelight dinner in five minutes. It was kinda funny and frustrating at the same time when we still had to wash the dishes, do the laundry, bathe, whilst my brother had to do his last-minute revision for tomorrow's exam when he could barely see the words in his textbook. Thats how we took things for granted.

Daddy could not stand the mosquitoes and so, the whole family went out to check which area is lucky this time to not have the blackout. To our dismay, the whole of KK city was in pitch darkness except for the hotels, which they depended on their generators. According to the newspapers, the whole of Sabah got the blackout at the same time. This scenario is not the first time though, and it happens frequently, like every month.

So, I personally think Sabah Electricity Board should be praised for their excellencies in adopting the Earth Hour actively. Excuse me for my sarcasm please.

Self-indulgence

2008-04-21T15:22:00.004+08:00

Does, not owning the most "in" technological gadget makes you technologically out-dated? I seriously doubt so.

Most of the people I know were kinda amazed when I still have my three and a half years old Nokia 6610i with me. They were kinda impressed that I can resist the temptations of owning those new and sleek-designed camera phones with these and those functions. By the way, Nokia 6610i is a camera phone that is hardly any pixels, so the photos come out in a total blur-ness. I too, couldn't be bothered whether my phone sings or not, so what, if it still rings in polyphonic tones. It has the basic functions and no Bluetooth.

So, thats how some of my friends cannot understand how I can bear with this "dinosaur", according to them, which makes me so uncool. Excuse me, I have never come across a statement stating that, having the most hi-tech phone to play with makes you cool. Some people just have different priorities on what they want to own and if they want to be influenced by the weekly advertisements advertising new phones, so be it.
Till then, my Nokia 6610i will always stay by my side until it decides to call it a day.

Fancy calling my Nokia 6610i a dinosaur?!

Reunion [again]

2008-04-18T19:30:00.005+08:00

Wong and I had a little catching up and she reminded me of our past which seemed ages ago.

It was so hilarious, [I swear the waitress couldn't stop glaring at us when we couldn't stop laughing our arse off], just reminiscing the silly little things we did during our high school years,
how we pissed our teachers off, how we could still imitate each teacher's signature pose or speech, how bitchy we were to the juniors, how we co-operated during exams [ahem*], how we got butterflies in our stomach when that most adorable guy passed by who seemed to smile at you even though he was actually laughing at his friend's jokes etc.

It was then, we both talked about how we always wanted our ideal boyfriend to be seemed to differ as we age.
No doubt in the world, every girl at the age of 15 will give anything to date that cutest guy in class 5C.
As we reached college years, we start seeking inner qualities in a guy. Imagine a guy with a sense of humour and is so totally in love with you asks you out. Gosh, how many seconds will you take to nod that head of yours like a puppy?!
As we age even more, I guess its all about seeing that maturity and responsibility qualities in a guy. Gosh, can I like, stay young forever?!

As usual, after the conversation, we plunged into one of those depressing moments [again].
Both of us just needed some time to realise we're not that teeny anymore, that's all.

p.s. What makes your ideal boyfriend?

Reunion

2008-04-16T21:23:00.004+08:00

KFC - A fast-food restaurant where two girls met together on purpose to mingle around, gossip and yak the most mundane of news and the deepest of subjects, tearing an oily-skinned drumstick apart before bidding farewell which they absolutely have no idea when they will ever smack each other again. Its been ages they have done this together-gather session and they totally miss it.

It was this only one hour that they raced and poured their thoughts which constantly ends up with the gossip of others [ahem*]. Anyway, gossips do hype conversations up, don't you think so?

1 hour later on the dot, after the flying kisses, A turned left to resume her 8 to 5 drill, B marched into the nearest shopping mall.

p.s. I had the most absolute satisfying shopping spree today. Whee!

Bachelor of Mass Communication (Hons)

2008-04-08T14:01:00.014+08:00

Before, 2005

Its done.

I used to pray so that all of these ends quickly. Now its done. I am just plain glad I survived it.

This is the end of student life which I cannot possibly erase these tiny sweet memories forever,
- the sweat and tears in completing assignments,
- dreading over the exam wishing it would end faster,
- lunch hours with my fellow compulsive eaters,
- fishing during classes especially [Mr. Philip's class],
- stupid jokes we shared together,
- bersantai-santai at shopping malls,
- feasting at Chilli's, TGIF, Italiannies, etc.
- skipping classes for movies, [ahem*]

The list goes on...

Then, 2008

Sa-Wa-Dee-Ka

2008-04-05T11:11:00.003+08:00

A real illustration of a tuk-tuk

Much has happened since my last update. My trip to Chiang Mai was a so-so experience for me, which I was very disappointed with the bad timing and the weather. I rode on the naughty Kam Tan for the first time, did white water rafting which currents were not the best, but we still managed to make some fun out of it.

Resa and I being led away on Kam Tan

The Buddhist temples which are everywhere is a must on every tourist's list, particularly Wat Phratat Doi Suthep, which we also enthusiastically dragged ourselves from the bed as early as 5am to capture the sunrise view from there. It was another disappointment though, due to bad timing [again].

Our copyright pose

The night bazaar is also a must-go for shopaholics to check out the various authentic items, which I was very satisfied with my shopping spree this time. Thumbs up to a load of artists who could paint pictures in black and white directly from the real copy of a photo. Gosh, they are talented.

A real illustration of the Thais' talent

The next stop was the Golden Triangle, where the 3 countries meet [Thailand, Laos and Burma] and which we were supposed to shriek in awe. It was too hot for us to be excited, nevertheless, I was happy to experience the Mekong River for the first time, something that I have imagined for a long time since high school.

This was taken with love & sweat

My only regret for this trip is that we chose a bad season to travel in, had insufficient time for a Thai massage, missed the opprtunity to cycle around the heart of Chiang Mai and lastly, grab a bite of that huge fried cricket. Nevertheless, it was a fun and learning experience for me and not forgetting, I had the best bite of Kao Soi twice and a fried larvae before I leave that laid-back town.

Resa desperately tries to show "that's Burma" by pointing gleefully

Meanwhile, next stop: Bali, perhaps?!

Did you know...

2008-02-10T23:27:00.001+08:00

selfish bia*ches are really sucky.
The satisfaction from scolding this selfish and inconsiderate lady in the airport just now was indescribable.

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She totally made my day. Thanks to her, I grinned all the way home.

Gong Xi Fa Cai

2008-02-06T23:25:00.001+08:00

Auspicious day indeed to earn money from the aunties, uncles and newly-wed cousins by repeating the Title all day long, gobble and gamble as much as you can, entertain your nephews and nieces by burning your fingers, entertain yourself by listening to the bitching aunties, talk about the weather especially China's weather, roll your eyes when your relative brags about their success in whatever, excite yourself when the fake lion comes to the house...

The list goes on and on until Monday, when everything is back to abnormal again.

Having it easy.

2008-01-28T23:24:00.001+08:00

We sometimes dream the grandest of dreams only to discover that we must cultivate inner strength and determination to achieve our goals. Our hard work may not always yield the results we expect. This is when we find ourselves frustrated by the trials we face or unable to meet our own expectations that we are most apt to take notice of some who accomplish great achievements effortlessly.

Some people's lives seem to magically fall into place. The blessings they received, the desires they attained. But, it won't be wise to pass judgments or become envious as we can never see the story of anyone's lives as a whole.

We get a glimpse only the outer hull of others' life experiences, so its undeniable that the temptation in assuming the abundance others enjoy is merely luck rather than diligent effort.
Others will only see the outcome of our efforts, not the efforts themselves.

What I deem difficult will always differ from which the others deem difficult.

When your right time comes, it is time to move beyond your individual egos to become part of something bigger...

Good luck.

I'm X well.

2008-01-19T23:23:00.001+08:00

I'm ashamed to say it but..
I spent my entire Saturday watching 22 episodes of Bleach. Should I feel guilty?

Today,

2008-01-15T23:21:00.002+08:00

at this one tiny moment, it suddenly dawned on me that we or maybe [me only] have actually been a little too engrossed in observing how and why people behave like such, places and things around me, while missing it in myself or ourselves. Many of us may not take time to notice or acknowledge the beauty in ourselves.

As I see it, it is never vain to consider our appearances too much, or maybe what we can only see in ourselves, are just imperfections. As a result, we may miss out the beauty that is closest to us, the beauty we are. We may sometimes see our beauty in a shallow way, noticing how well we are conforming to the social norms, but failing to see the deeper beauty that shines out from within and that will continue to shine regardless of how we measure up to society's ideal.

Thus, I have always wondered why does one feel better or able to see the beauty in oneself after a yoga practice or a long church mass. Through these activities, does everyone, gets to release some of their baggage off their shoulders and why is it so?

....

To keep ourselves in touch with our own beauty,
The best way I think, one can do is to, keep looking deeply into our own souls and opening our eyes to the human being we see in the mirror every morning and SMILE gleefully.

Bia*ches

2008-01-14T23:19:00.001+08:00

are everywhere.

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thanks to the art of back-stabbing.
Sigh. What a start to the week.

To all, a good week ahead

2008-01-13T23:18:00.001+08:00

I've missed my baby naps the whole week.
Sigh. That explains my crankiness all week long.

A moment of choice.

2008-01-04T23:16:00.001+08:00

There are times in our lives that lend themselves to starting something new. The beginning of a new year, finishing school, leaving a job, or changing homes—these all are times that turn our minds to fresh starts. Their advantage is that they bring with them the energy of that event, creating a tide of change around them that we can ride to our next shoreline.

But we can choose to start anew anytime. In any moment we can decide that a bad day or a relationship that’s gotten off on the wrong foot can be started again. It is a mental shift that allows us to clean the slate and approach anything with fresh eyes, and we can make that choice at any time.

Starting new is most powerful when we focus our attention to what we are choosing to create. Giving all of our attention to the unwanted aspects of our lives allows what we resist to persist. We need to remember to leave enough room in the process of new beginnings to be kind to ourselves, because it takes time to become accustomed to anything new, no matter how much we like it. There is no need to get down on ourselves if we don't reach our new goals instantly. Instead, we acknowledge the forward motion and choose to reset and start again, knowing that with each choice we learn, grow, and move forward.

Making the choice to start anew has its own energy—it's a promise made to you. The forward momentum creates a sort of vacuum behind it, pulling toward you all you need to help you continue moving in your chosen direction. Once the journey has begun, it may take unexpected turns, but it never really ends.

Like cycles in nature, there are periods of obvious growth and periods of dormancy that signal a time of waiting for the right moment to burst forth. Each time we choose to start anew we dedicate ourselves to becoming the best we are able to be.

2007

2007-12-31T23:12:00.002+08:00

I don't know about you, but I really have to make my own reflection upon year 2007. Dear 2007 has been a year which I failed to remember my resolution,which I silently made a solemn resolution on the 1st day of 2007; let alone fulfill it.

So, bid bye-bye to 2007 before I head off to 1 Utama for the final countdown.

I'll see what I can improve in 2008 though. Perhaps, update my blog more often?! Nonetheless, Happy New Year! to everyone.

Just for laughs.

2007-12-13T23:08:00.003+08:00

Once upon a time, a perfect man and a perfect woman met. After a perfect courtship, they hada perfect wedding. Their life together was, of course perfect.

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One snowy, stormy Christmas eve, this perfect couple was driving their perfect car along a winding road, when they noticed someone at the side of the road in distress.

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Being the perfect couple, they stopped to help.

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There stood Santa Claus with a huge bundle of toys. Not wanting to dissapoint any children on the eve of Christmas, the perfect couple loaded Santa and his toys into their vehicle.

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Soon they were driving along delivering the toys. Unfortunately, the driving conditions deteriorated and the perfect couple, and Santa Claus had an accident.

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Only one of them survived the accident. Question: Who was the survivor?

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The perfect woman survived. She's the one who really existed in the first place. Everyone knows there is no Santa Claus and there is no such thing as a perfect man!

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Note: For men only

So, if there is no perfect man and no Santa Claus, the woman must have been driving. This explains why there was a car accident.

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Note: For men only

By the way, if you're a woman, and you're still reading, this illustrates another point: Women Never Listen!

Jual Mahal.

2007-12-12T23:04:00.003+08:00

Inflation is a definite happening. I am really cheesed off by the prices these kopitiams increase even though the rise in flour has absolutely no deal with them. A bowl of beehoon soup used to cost RM4. During the last holiday, they increased the price by 50 cents, then RM5. Within a couple of months, i ordered beehoon soup with some extra meatball, it costs me RM6!!! What the f*ck!!!

And so I questioned the fat auntie "Why increase price again oh?" "Aiya...flour increase price d mah." "Aiya, Miss ah, everyone also increase price already lor."

So..every kopitiam increases their prices regardless of whether they use flour. The best part is these hawkers increase their prices per bowl, conclusively, they make higher profit margins than before the price increase. Truly daylight robbery.

Everything has gone up, people. I think its more worthwhile to DIY based on Nigella's fattening recipes.

Facebook craze [again].

2007-12-02T23:02:00.002+08:00

I came back with something new to show to mummy this time. It was Friendster a few years back. Now, my mummy got to see the wonders of Facebook. She even fed my Joey [big-headed turtle] too.

But, despite the interesting applications that you can play on Facebook and the old friends that you can reconnect with and the unlimited storage of pictures you can display or Facebook was founded by the Harvards,[so what?] I have to admit to my friends that our bonding is starting to take up too much of my time. [not mentioning I got scolded by mummy for wasting too much time] I feel obliged to throw a sheep back at my friends or paste something on their superwall just to make sure i don't get anyone neglected. I just have to do it to make them think I'm not ignoring them.

and Its just weird that sometimes I am closer to some friends on Facebook than during the hangouts which we do not converse much. Come to think of it, these sites like Friendster, Myspace, Facebook are not merely just to connect and reconnect with your friends, but it is more of a platform for self-branding. Showing your best posed or retouched photos for example.

So, I am not going to care about your monkey and poke me no more. [just kidding]

Sweet Note.

2007-11-25T22:59:00.001+08:00

5 year old Elaine made my day when she suddenly passed me a note.

"SELINA, I LOVE YOU. ELAINE"

Aaww..

Sweet Home Sabah

2007-11-17T22:58:00.001+08:00

or spicy home? when

daddy claimed that he accidentally deleted my MTV package. No more StarWorld channel, no more MTV, no more E!, no more CARTOON NETWORK!

baby brother who turned 17 this year got to drive most of the time. [I haven't driven in months!]

the whole family has to fight to watch their favourite channel [almost everyday].

I cannot even get my baby nap because the neighbour decides to start their house renovation on the day I just got back which involves drilling the whole house down that could drive you nuts.

the sky decides to cry everyday.

Nevertheless, home is still sweet as long as I have my blankie with me.

Happy Birthday

2007-11-09T22:56:00.001+08:00

to me who spent her whole day doing last minute studying [again] and the best birthday feast that she had for the day was Mc Donald's chicken burger.

[Thank you] to those who got me presents, lunch at Subway, SMS-es, late night phone calls, e-mails, Facebook & Friendster messages.

Love is Blind.

2007-10-27T22:54:00.001+08:00

Our friendship turned ugly [again] due to the same reason [again]. It may be a blessing that we are far apart from each other, or else I could not have imagined the consequences, a cat fight perhaps.

This dear friend of mine likes, loves to plunge into relationships which she is so totally obsessed with. She gets so desperate that she would do anything just to get a boyfriend. Seriously. Every possible alternative you can name it. Google search, hours of searching through Friendster, IRC and now, she's hooked up to forums [any online forum].

After a few chatting sessions with the potential partner, especially the sharing of same interests, Baaam! She's into this guy. David, Daniel, Kevin..I can't even remember the rest of them. Unfortunately, after 6 months or so, or give it one year the most, I'll receive a hoo-ha call from her which I am really tired of hearing all the heartbroken s*it and the sobbing which she complained her eyes got too swollen for contact lens.

I offered her advice [this time] and comforted her. Well, maybe I said a little too much this time, which I suggested diving into a relationship that fast isn't a brilliant idea and the suggestion of quiting her possesive habit towards her boyfriend really drove her up the wall this time.
I may have oversaid a little too this time by diagnosing her "illness" as Anuptophobia [fear of being single]. But my whole point here is, Go slow and steady. Isn't that important in establishing and maintaining a relationship? Ain't I right?

I swear I won't be the one saying sorry this time. Lets see who's the stubborn one.

Its a beautiful day.

2007-10-26T22:52:00.001+08:00

Yes. I did, do a little shopping today. Adding to the fun of my shopping spree, I met a creepy, aged 40+ uncle who [wore one sock] asked for my phone number.

I then took myself to Manhattan Fish Market for lunch. There was no special occassion or the need to pamper myself, just "i want to". I had Manhattan set lunch for RM18.90 [only] which a platter of fish and chips, chicken and mushroom soup, ice lemon tea were served after 10 minutes of waiting.

I gave my two chips away after burping so loud that the girl sitting opposite my table stared at me with disgust. Ooppss. "Too full la, what to do?!"

Jane of all subjects.

2007-10-25T22:49:00.001+08:00

6 subjects. To be frank, I think I know them by bits and pieces, here and there. A week of [study] tormenting period has passed and my brain still felt empty. How am I going to get an A if the overload information does not fit into each category which they are supposed to in my brain?! Pfft.

Random - The more stressed I am about something, the more I will immerse myself into something else (more interesting of course). Once it was Sex and the City, then it was anime, and last semester, it was in the form of Japanese drama. Escapism, thats what it is. I think I should go shopping tomorrow.

p.s. Watching Now: House(Season 1)

Facebook Craze.

2007-10-21T22:47:00.001+08:00

What is it with the Facebook craze recently?This is remarkable, watching the popularity of Facebook rising every week. The theme song itself is amazing, which "I can then poke you,you can poke me too, anytime night or daaay, only trouble is Facebook, I'm wasting my life awaaaaay" is my favourite part.

I used to be a Facebook member a long long time ago which I couldn't be bothered to succumb to the addictive applications in Facebook years ago. Since more and more people discovered the fun-ness of Facebook, like others, I got addicted in karate-chopping or chest bumping my friends as well whereas my Friendster account is slowly languishing away which there is a big possibility for me to say bye-bye to Friendster soon.

As a conclusion, join the crowd in Facebook la.

Tokkok: My housemate(guy) hung his underwear and pants in the toilet which he never did. I went into the toilet to pee. I saw shit in the toilet bowl and shit stains on the underwear. At that very moment, I wish Cheryl was with me.

Piece of me.

2007-10-20T22:46:00.001+08:00

Hah! Study break.I am left alone in this week of cynicism and mind numbing migraine. God knows what will happen to me. Another high fever? Choi!!!

Sitting alone on my bed led me into thinking of my high fever I had a few weeks ago which left me stupefied with the doctors around here. Utter disbelief. The last time I visited a doctor was ages ago, I was only 4. The high fever that struck me a few weeks ago which I, at that moment feared the posssibility of contracting dengue led me into seeing the doctor at SJMC. Reaching the hospital, I swore I could have died of exhaustion just trying to locate the emergency ward. After berputar-putar-ing and registering myself, the doctor finally agreed to see me and this was where and when the humiliation happened.

She gave me the thermometer and me, who never had to use a thermometer just sucked the thermometer. The last thing I least expected, she was laughing hilariously at how I was sucking the thermometer. Next, she completely freaked out and treated me as an alien when I confessed I have never consumed Panadol. I'm not asking for much here, but the least she could do was pamper or comfort me a little bit rather than laughing her ass off at the poor sick me.
The pills and stupid humiliating consultation cost me a million.

Upon reaching home, I truly regret in not letting Cheryl push me around in a wheelchair since I have spent a fortune on this stupid doctor visit. Nevertheless, it meant a lot to me when friends took care of the sick me. I was touched. Truly.

Who's cleaner?

2007-09-04T22:42:00.001+08:00

I was brought up to not sacrifice that 15 minutes of beauty sleep to take a morning shower. Unlike me, my friends especially from the West side of Malaysia love to bathe at least 2 to 3 times a day. Unfortunately, most of my hometown friends have been attacked by this bathing virus since they came over. I have always wondered why they love bathing so much as a hobby to the extent of accusing me as a dirty girl just because I bathe once a day.

They answered my curiosity today. They chose to wear their undergarments repeatedly rather than bathing once a day. How can you wear your undergarments 2 or 3 days in a row without washing them? This is simply illogical.

Same thing applies to my housemates. Does bathing twice or thrice a day in a slimy, dirty and dark bathroom make you much cleaner than me?

Happy Merdeka Day.

2007-08-31T22:38:00.002+08:00

It is my honour as an East Malaysian to congratulate the West Malaysians on their country's 50th Independence Day. However, it still takes 6 years for us, the ones who live on trees and wipe our arses with leaves to celebrate our country's 50th birthday. Yes, we are pretty much a pair of separate countries who happens to share the same name. Even when it was written in the constitution of 1963, that Malaysia is made of Malaya ( all states in the Peninsular) and Sabah and Sarawak. However, Sabah and Sarawak are proudly acknowledged as sisters of Malaysia when the timber and oil in both states make the country tick.

Tokkok: My housemate spring-cleaned the house. I wonder why. Perhaps, Merdeka? I was wrong. Parents. Her parents made me over-boil my long beans when they spied on me cooking.

Satisfying dinner ever.

2007-08-20T22:20:00.006+08:00

A real illustration of food in Saisaki

Thanks to Saisaki Japanese restaurant, I intend to take a break from sushis and salmons and sashimis for at least one month. It was one of the best nights I had in KL last night which I was surrounded by hundred varieties of sushis and my dear friends from KK. It was the wisest choice for me to spend RM60 to pamper myself with unagis, soft shell crabs, steam tiger prawns, sashimis, huge oysters, calamari and chatting non-stop with my dear friends.

p.s. Please make sure your drool won't flood your keyboard.

It was at that time I realized I actually missed talking in Mandarin which I haven't done in quite some time. Nevertheless, this Japanese buffet might be my first and last as they are increasing the price again by next month.

By the way, on my way to Setia Jaya KTM station, I was flashed by a fugly Malay guy who was pretending to pee. He was doing a pee-ing pose and looking around for targets to flash at. I think I was one of his lucky targets. He stared at me from a distance. I knew it was coming when he did those sucking noises at me. By not wanting to satisfy his desires, I just gave him a poker face and stick my tongue out. That pervert was still seeking for more targets after I have entered the train. I guess it was clear that he was not satisfied with my reaction.

Time Freak.

2007-07-29T22:19:00.001+08:00

I have often stepped back and wonder why the calm-me is always so anxious with the time. I mean it. Whenever I look at the clock, and if its way past the time I have intended to finish my work at, I get extremely worked up. I figured it the whole day, and I guess everyone is the same at the end of the day. We want to feel belonged, we want respect from others, we want to count on something. Keeping up with my daily schedule - a tiny achivement means much to me. That is why I get stressed out and with a sense of guilt after procrastinating the whole day. Chill may be the alternative option but no, it ain't working for me.

I think I will get back to reading the papers. And yes. Right now, I am staring frantically at the clock. Tick-tock, tick-tock.

Great grandma, rest in peace.

2007-07-24T22:15:00.002+08:00

Great grandma just celebrated her 100th day death anniversary six feet under. To most, she died peacefully on her bed at the age of 99. But, deep down inside, she awaited her death everyday. Thats her confession to me last Chinese New Year. She never stopped grumbling about her fugly life. Diabetes at the age of 70, both legs amputated at the age of 80, never stepped outside of the house for 20 years and became senile at the age of 97. No one's life is as fugly as hers. I agree very much.

Anyway, its a tradition for my family to have a family dinner on our relative's 100th day death anniversary. Eating, as usual is the ultimate activity we do to commemorate our relative's 100th day death anniversary. These big family dinners which I usually attend are always organized by my aunty. It goes the same for my mother's family too.

But something else bothered me during these dinners. Who in my generation will iniate these family dinners in the future when my aunty's generation has gone six feet under? Although I have a big family, but the cousins that I barely know is relatively more than the cousins I keep in touch now. Most of them are distant and the worst thing is, I do not even recognize them.Is my family ripping apart someday?

Girl Blues.

2007-07-20T22:10:00.001+08:00

No idea how it happened. All of a sudden, I was all emo. Blame it on the hormones, the blues just attacked me. Or It could be the house getting dirty and messy again which I just cleaned 3 days ago made me down. I hate the toilet. Seriously. I can never describe my hatred towards the toilet I had to sit on everyday. The sink. I really have no idea why is there heaps of hair stuck there everyday. No matter how much I tidy, the house will never be spick and span. Truly depressing.

Or It could be the sudden free time I had since I was out nearly every night this week. I stared at the screen a few seconds before I decide to surf certain websites. Friendster was one of them. Looking at my friends' glam photos did no cure. Most signed up with Friendster to compete in having the most testimonials and comments or posting up the most glam photos. Everything seemed superficial.

Or It could be the meeting of different people at the workshops I participated intimidated me. Thumbs up to these people who can talk intellectually and confidently in such a posh manner. I felt like a loser suddenly being the most bored person stuck facing the computer whereas people outside there are doing the most important things in their life. I have big dreams too, but have no idea whatsoever where to start from. I shopped, had yum-tea sessions with friends, dined at marvellous restaurants, watched great movies, yet something is still missing inside. Makes me wonder what.

Anyway, its just another 'down' session for me. Guess, I'm just tired.

The Inconvenient Truth.

2007-07-17T22:08:00.001+08:00

She and her story. He and his story. Life can be unfair to some.

Shattered dreams. Lost faith. Sick family. (Shitty life)

I wonder why are people always realizing the consequences of things only when something "Boom" comes up after sitting long enough in their comfort zone? Is that the only time when people will start to act as they should?

Well, its never too late to start doing so to kick the fugly bitches' asses.

"When you pray, move your feet." - African quote.

Tokkok: I wonder when will my much dreaded housemates reflect on the importance of cleanliness when the heaps of hair stuffed outside their door gets bigger day by day.

Back to reality.

2007-07-13T22:05:00.001+08:00

Dear bloggie,

Sorry for having neglected you quite a while. Well, after spending my holiday being my honourable guest - Resa's tourist guide, sight-seeing my own city that I missed exploring, enjoying the ultimate joy of eating especially Fish & Co., stuffing KK pork into my suitcase, wishing my family a goodbye, here I am. Back to this big city. And back to studying the intimidating gibberish (again).

2 months.

Things changed. Seriously.

The taxi driver nearly dumped Resa and I at the roadside just because I was 2 seconds late in telling the taxi driver, he missed the turning into Mentari. Leroy's hair was implanted from a lion which has never undergone rebonding before. I get to disturb Ellyn's fish every morning. The signs in Kl Sentral have been improvised not forgetting the replacement of billboards too. The population in KL has increased by a dozen times (not mentioning I nearly died of suffocation in Low Yat Plaza.) Was awarded a RM35 bill by a taxi driver who drove us home from Mid Valley to Mentari just because his seats are leather-made.

Life is great!

Things got better when my Islamic lecturer nearly walked out of the classroom / cried / spit F*CK out yesterday. This whole incident haunted me.
Once upon a time, I made my teacher cry just because I told her I hated her Chinese lesson and led the class in eating while she was teaching. Consequently, I was fired from class position and was made to swear I will not push the wrong button on a lecturer even if I could not understand her Indian accent. I'll just wait and watch the next dramatic scenario.

Tokkok: Some things never change. The rhinos and humans are still playing the pushing game in KTMs starting from 5pm. (if you are interested in joining the game)

Computer illiterate.

2007-06-22T22:02:00.001+08:00

Long awaited 23rd June is here.
The end for my internship.
And so I did last minute shopping today for blank DVDs to store what my Boss a.k.a. movie supplier has supplied. I wanted to back off from the computer store I just entered. A grandma was at the counter. It’s a little weird seeing a grandma looking after a computer shop. Surprisingly, she got up and not wanting to be rude, I asked her where the blank DVDs are.

Hmm..Different prices for different brands. So, I stood there for a good 5 minutes choosing 2 pieces of DVDs which costs RM2.60. Striking a conversation with the old grandma enabled me to pay RM2 only. Nope. I did not bully her. She was generous enough to give me discounts. What amazed me most, this old grandma knew everything about computers. I, 21 years of age felt like a loser spending another good 10 minutes listening to this grandma babble about this technology that technology and her history of being a computer engineer once. This grandma is so cool although her eyes can barely open. But I won't wish I have one like her. Its plain scary.

Tokkok: A fat girl with huge boobs standing a few metres away from me was massaging her own boobs at a departmental store. How I wish I could pluck up the courage to advise her to masturbate in the dressing room by herself.

The much dreaded dinner.

2007-06-19T21:59:00.001+08:00

I love festivals. Eat. And eat. And eat. Its the ultimate thing to do during festivals. But somehow, I do dread attending big family dinners at times. I love get-togethers, but not when the unlucky me gets interrogated by several aunties and uncles the whole night. This is what happened last night, during the Ba Chang festival.

Questions like what and where I am studying currently are forgivable even though I have given the same reply for the past 2 years, but not when they start comparing (ridiculously) me with other cousins and sons or daughters of their friends which they could think of. I hate putting on a fake smile and nod in agreement even though they have gotten the wrong information. So, I chose to defend myself or clarify the right information with them regardless of how poor my Hakka is.Nevertheless, this was the most popular question they popped up with.

"So, after studying, get married lor. When do you plan to get married?"
Selina: "....?? Er..I will be 22 only when I graduate. What's the rush?"

I can't imagine how am I supposed to face this question for another decade. I think I will dread going to my aunt's house even more.

Shopaholic Fever.

2007-06-15T21:56:00.001+08:00

My dad used to tell me how lucky I was to be able to shop at a fancy supermarket since there were no such entertainment during his days. I just stared at him and muttered, "but this is just a supermarket, not even a shopping mall." I got to understand later, where my dad was from, Kudat, a remote area in Sabah. And there we were, shopping at Tong Hing supermarket every weekend when i was young, the oldest supermarket in Kota Kinabalu though.

Years later, my dad was right. Centre Point was opened as the largest shopping mall in Kota Kinabalu. Other key shopping malls like Komplex Karamunsing and Wisma Merdeka accomodated the shopping needs of the people here well. As a well promoted popular tourist-spot city, more demands from the people here and tourists rose followed by the rise of supplies - more shopping malls.

Shopping malls here are sprouting like mushrooms after the afternoon rain. We got our own ice skating rink at Asia City Shopping mall. I still have no idea why is Warisan Square an open-air shopping mall. Don't they understand we prefer all of our shops under one roof? We are having our 3rd Starbucks coffee boutique at City Mall. 1 Borneo is really ambitious. Its the future largest hypermall in East Malaysia and expected to be completed by next year. Suria City Mall is still under construction. So as Megalong Mall. The future longest mall in East Malaysia. Not forgetting the Lintas Station opposite my house which will be launched by the end of this year. Before I end, Sutera Harbour shopping mall is still under construction too.

Due to the limited population here in supporting the growth of these mushrooms here, the Colourful shopping mall and Wawasan shopping mall are kind of neglected though. Nevertheless, my main point here, is to announce the opening of Malaysia's awaiting Mega Carnival Sale on this auspicious day.

16th June 2007 - 2nd September 2007

With so many shopping malls and my going back to KL soon, Shopaholic me is going crazy soon!

Tokkok: After my clients' meeting, I was rewarded a shirt from Giordano as a farewell gift from my supervisor.

Pinckney visit.

2007-06-12T21:53:00.001+08:00

Thanks to MSN and daily blogs-stalking, i never worry not being updated by my coursemates regarding their internship. As a result, i tend to admire them for being able to attend glamorous events and meet the high-end people, which Resa gets to see my and her prime minister up-close and Ellyn gets to party more than usual and not forgetting Cheryl Ann Fernando's big name in NST. The poor me is always stuck facing this square-box pc playing around with Indesign or Excel. The farthest place i have ever been is to the clients' offices. Sad.

Well, something unusual blossomed in my stuck-facing-the-pc life yesterday. The appointment in the afternoon has been cancelled. Great. Again! Surf the net as usual. Fortunately, my Boss spied me as the free-est person in the office. So, he brought me out to meet a BIG friend. Its the USS Pinckney DG 91. No idea what it is? Its the 40th Burke-Class destroyer battle ship from San Diego. Yes. They launch missiles. They fight in wars. And yes. Its in KK.

This whole visit to a battle ship is like a dream come true. Commanders welcoming you on board. They are cute and young. All of them. Seriously. You'll want to drool onto their uniforms. The steep staircase. The Communications room. The Navigation room. Their dining room. All of them are so cool. Not forgetting the Chef who is a typical American Black. I have seen these in TV but not so up-close where I can even have a photo shoot of me driving the steering of this huge ship. Pictures are to be uploaded next time due to some technology complications though.

This visit pays everything off. I am satisfied and there is no need for me to envy my coursemates anymore. Thanks to my Boss who made my day once again.

Tokkok: My colleagues and I had KFC for lunch. Not forgetting the cockroach (Siu Keong) on our table which was eating with us too. It was reported on Monday, a girl in Japan got bitten by a rat at McDonald's. What is wrong with fast-food restaurants nowadays?!

3D brainless me.

2007-06-09T21:48:00.001+08:00

I have a confession to make. Its not a sin. But its a fault for me. I have several phobias. Name it. Acerophobia (sourness). Coulrophobia (clowns). My mum once bought a photo album with clowns on the cover. I vomited that instance. Seriously.

Another phobia i have which many people do not know. Fear of doing hands-on work. Possible reason might be the 3D brainless me has difficulty in handling hands-on work. Hands-on work here means making a box out of a big piece of cardboard. Cutting something using a pen-knife. Measuring a straight line. Make things out of Manila Cards. That is the reason i have never volunteered and luckily not assigned in the art team since young. Trust me. I am really clumsy in this.

"Lucky" for me today, my supervisor ordered me to make a signage (triangular stand) out of cardboards. Not a signage. Its 10. Gosh. I have nowhere to escape. I could not possibly tell my supervisor I have difficulties in doing these. For many, its easy as pie. For me, its like placing my lower lip over my head.After 1 hour of figuring out the triangle shape, cutting the cardboard into shape, measuring and cutting with a pen knife, i got 8 good ones and 2 rotten ones. I spent another 15 minutes repairing the 2 rotten ones.

Phew..My supervisor took them without grumbling. A little praises though.Maybe I have had some improvements in this. But I still am, 3D brainless.

D' Perils of Magnificent F.R.I.E.N.D.S

2007-06-08T21:43:00.002+08:00

3 Most valuable things in life: Love, Self-confidence, Friends.

Fundamentally, friends are the people whom you can depend on. Real friends are always ever-ready when you need a shoulder to lean on and they expect the same service when its their turn. As much happiness that friendship brings, it also brings an amount of equal hardship.

I chose my group of friends. And yes. I chose magnificent to describe them, far from perfect but yet undeniably holds a significant place in my life. Getting to know a real friend takes a lengthy process rather than remembering someone's name for five minutes and conclude the friendship. As time passes, flaws reveal, be it ugly and nasty, it just concludes nothing's perfect.

Be it the forever-busy friend who barely has time for you. Or the she-friend who always loves to shake her right leg when seated. Or the friend who chews loudly, even at a sophisticated restaurant. Or the friend who is so auntie in mind and in action. And the rest of them whom i place high regards to the value of these friendships of these magnificent people i call F.R.I.E.N.D.S

Tokkok: So disappointed with a used-to-be good friend of mine who did not even bother to acknowledge a "Hi". B*tch.

Meredith?

2007-06-05T21:40:00.001+08:00

It started with my Boss shouting "Oh Gosh, Meredith is getting married."
I stopped typing that instance. "Did i just hear MEREDITH?"
"Is it really Grey's Anatomy Meredith?"
"OMG, is my Boss really watching Grey's Anatomy?"

Luckily, no one else was at the office, so I rushed to my Boss' office with a sly grin.With the negotiations and Boss' welcome to the Grey's Anatomy fan club, I got to know this new Grey's Anatomy supplier and I got to figure out why the Internet runs slow when Boss is around. Its a no wonder i always find it difficult to download something since Boss' BIT TORRENT is always on.Thanks, Boss. You made my day. Can't wait for the Season 5 he's going to give me next week.

Naughty.

2007-06-03T21:38:00.001+08:00

I have a cat. Well, not exactly my own cat. They are all stray. Its a snowy white with sparkling blue eyes. Its a Siamese. I named it Naughty. Did I mention that i have Patchy, Poopy, and Woody too? They will only stay at your house if you're their highest bidder.

Anyway, i shall focus on Naughty only. I hate it. S-e-r-i-o-u-s-l-y. Its beautiful but I shall say it again, I h-a-t-e it. I do not favor cats that much but not to the extent of hateness. Its not only NAUGHTY, its also irritating. Did I mention cats are forgetful too? Cats never intend to repay your good deeds, so unlike dogs.

For instance, NAUGHTY scratched my already-scarred-ankle again when i was pouring her food into a small bucket with loving care. Do you want to know why? Because NAUGHTY thinks its too slow for me to pour the food into the small bucket with loving care, i am so going to throw the food at it next time. You watch out, NAUGHTY!

My aunt dropped by yesterday and NAUGHTY as usual, went around visitors, longing for some caress. My aunt decided to bring NAUGHTY back because its beautiful. I gladly thanked my aunt and bid farewell to NAUGHTY. NAUGHTY waved goodbye too. 30 seconds later, my neighbour's daughter, Leonie walked home from her basketball practice, crying out for her mom. All i heard was "Mommy, someone stole my cat!" Oh Shoot, it was not my fault. I did not know NAUGHTY belonged to someone else and it doesn't have a bell around its neck. How am i supposed to know?

Before Leonie has the right to call me Bad jie jie, i rushed to my aunt's house and dragged NAUGHTY back. So, there. I got my punishment by getting scratches from NAUGHTY last night.

Leave IT alone.

2007-05-07T21:32:00.001+08:00

Day after day.
The authorities are still debating.
To no conclusion up till then.
I do not understand the big deal of it.
Its just a Goddess of the Sea statue.
Why can't they just leave IT alone?
What is it with them?
They do not own this whole piece of land (Malaysia).
are they always making such a big fuss of things?
The location of the to-be-built Goddess of the Sea statue is 600 metres away from the mosque.
Is that a big deal?
Will it affect their faith towards their Holy Master?
No.Will the location of the statue eventually encourage the conversion of Muslims to Buddhists? No.Then, what is it with the government trying to build a Chinese Muslim mosque if they cannot even accept a Chinese statue 600 metres away from their mosque?

My dearest country has always claimed itself to be a multi-racial country. Proud of its multi-ethnicity. Proud to show the generosity of the government in providing freedom to religions. Thus, in the case of a nutshell, promises are broken, beliefs are shattered, trust is betrayed. Its kinda pathetic.

The Planning.

2007-05-05T21:28:00.001+08:00

She waited patiently whilst sipping her hot cup of Mocha. It was raining cats and dogs but she never bothered to shut the windows. All she could do was sit and wait. "Why is she not here yet?" She asked herself repeatedly. The clpck was ticking slower than usual. She stood up and paced around the living room. "Where is she?" was only she could think of. Salem, the cat fell asleep too after being hypnotised by its owner's pacing back and forth the living room.

The doorbell rang suddenly and she was so shocked that she stood there for a moment. The second ring came, she peeped through the peep hole and there was Sylvia standing outside the door. She unlocked the ledge and turned the knob slowly to 360 degrees. Standing tall at about 5 feet 7 inches with her stilletos, she could not believe her eyes as she stared into a porcelain smooth face with the most Barbied features. A grin curved upwards along her silky smooth face before she uttered , "Aren't you welcoming me in?"

Her cheeks flushed because of the embarassment and she just stepped aside to let Sylvia in. Sylvia walked into the living room gracefully, nearly stamped on Salem's white bushy tail. Sylvia then took a seat and her eyes could not stop observing Sylvia's perfect facial features. Sylvia looked around, observing every ornament in the living room, trying to discover something. In all of a sudden, Sylvia asked in a curt manner, "What do you want to know from me?" She could not believe herself. The previous night before this, she was busy memorising the questions and now when both women are in a face-to-face conversation,she could not think of anything else.

"I...I...I...want to know about you and Steven. I just want to know how it happened." She answered," Steven is dead. Why do you want to know?" She looked at Sylvia with pleading eyes and said, "I just want to know more of it." Sylvia smiled and simply uttered,"It was simple, I seduced him." Before she gave any response, she took the knife that she has been hiding behind her back and stabbed Sylvia with all her might. "This is what you deserve as a whore", she shouted as drops of blood trickled down.

---
dramatic Selina with her dramatic stories

Dream BIG.

2007-05-03T21:24:00.002+08:00

~~Envy~~.
It is killing me. Guess that's in a Scorpion. That is what made me determined inside.That leads to a dream, a plan,an on-coming reality.

One of them is to travel to Europe. It has been my dream ever since. Although i did not get to study overseas, i still can travel like everyone else.I will not depend on FAMA.

I will say No to shopping. This plan is not a sudden urge. It has been in my mind a long time.I will map the plannings on a piece of paper.I will carry a backpack.I do not mind sleeping at airports, YMCA, or in a train.I do not mind others' culture.

I can. I must. Make these a reality.

It is not because things are difficult that we do not dare, it is because we do not dare that they are difficult.

I want my mummy...

2007-04-30T21:16:00.003+08:00

My first day of internship:-
1. 8:00-9:00am - meeting
2. 9:00-9:30am - brief meeting with supervisor
3. 9:30am - given a stack of materials to study
4. 10:00am-1:00pm - utilize the internet fully
5. 1:00pm-2:00pm - lunch with colleagues
6. 2:00pm-3:00pm - chat on msn
7. 3:00pm-5:00pm - blog and friendster stalking

Its quite hard to recognize myself in a working environment. Demands to be fulfilled. Targets to be achieved. Events on the run.Yea right, as if i have countless duties on my first day.Despite the ramblings on how i hate school life, i now miss school life terribly. Even when you're sleepy in class, you can "fish"anyway you want without getting caught. Even if i get caught, a little humiliation in front of the class will do rather than getting fired by my boss. Guess i have to stop being a baby and say goodbye to my regular after-lunch naps.

How i want to be a kid again:-
even when i have to panic again when the nurse comes into our classroom and announces names that are to go to the dentist room for check-up.

even when i am always forced to take the carton of strawberry-flavoured milk which i hate very much, thanks to the "program minum susu" introduced in every primary school.

even when i have to make sacrifices for my fair skin to be out under the sun playing "cop and robbers", "pepsi cola one two three", getah.

even when i have to sacrifice my maths exercise book to play the "book games".even when i will have my tongue coloured after eating the pop ice or ice-cream tubes which is plainly ice and colouring and that costs only 20 cents.

even when i still have to listen to tapes which cost RM9.90 compared to the expensive cost of listening to CDs.even when i still have to play Nintendo or SEGA rather than computer online games.

How i wish i can play naughty things such as folding papers so small to "lastik" my colleagues or even throw chalks at them.Huh?! Life..guess i have to admit i am really twenty- two this year.