Jojo's gone

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. :(

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Screw those taxi drivers

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!

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10 Promises to Socks

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.

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Mrs.chua

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?

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craft for kids

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?

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Fox and Sauces

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?!

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Layers of kindness

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.

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My weekend

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?

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Busy-Body

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?

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Walking lesson

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.

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Is there such thing as ghosts?

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. :)

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What a Jinx.

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.

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Rojak Post

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*

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Malaysians are not so funny

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.

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Jojo's decision

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.

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Fat-skinny Me

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.

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Period of Cleansings

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. :)

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She-dog and her tempers

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.

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RKL - a practice of vexation

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.

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save and you will be saved

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.

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