Ciao, 2008.

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.

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What is YOUR Saturday?

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.

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Dummy Chef

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.

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Crazy month

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.

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Pretentious Belas Kasihan act

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.

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