i think you should skip reading this, don't waste yer time

I have a pile of books sitting pretty on my bedside, four of them are my favorite books, I can read them all a hundred times. These books are collecting dust. I think I've gotta start reading again, my england really sucks. And I have not been reading intellectual stuff for quite a while, I feel stupid.

I found it hard to even construct a simple sentence these days. I was stuttering my way (which has nothing to do with nerve), struggling for words when I had to emcee this unnamed event last week. We had all the managers coming up to us congratulating for an event well planned and well carried out. I'm relatively new here, so I think I scored some major brownie points to these managers, who at the end of the day, will help to increase my little monthly pay. Heh, as if.... (I am secretly an existentialist like that). In a nutshell, a week's effort of preparing everything for that unnamed event finally worth every blood, sweat and tears shed.

We did it; well I did it, albeit having personal problems attacking me from every corner. I would go to the toilet and cried quietly. Last week was hard for me, I swear if endorphins are sold over the counter, I'd be taking home a year supply of it already.

Anyways, few days back I was at Mr. Tiena's place for buka puasa. I saw a weighing scale near the kitchen's door and pondered why it was there. These lovely plus size people are obviously not weight concious. Everyone in the family is a good cook and everyday is like a gastronomic night to remember. Then, I got on the scale. I let out a small gasp but loud enough for the mother to hear. "Plus 3", she said, smiling. I was reliefed to hear it. 39 plus 3. Okay.

I don't wanna be too skinny nor do I want to be pudgy for Raya. It's funny cause I have no intention of impressing anybody with my weight. I got myself the most expensive fabric I have ever paid for and ironically I'm in no spirit of celebrating Raya. I'm even thinking of going somewhere. Mom's not going to be happy with my decision, it's her first Raya as a single and she wants her kids to be with her at least on the first day. But I'm sticking to my plan so far.

Things are not fine at the moment. I’m worried, I'm feeling dejected. I keep telling myself that it’ll be okay later if not sooner. I mean, my relationship with life has always been like me and high heels; I love them though they give me crazy foot cramps come evening, but I love them still.

Oh, look. The Wonderpets' show is up. Gtg.

i think for now there'll be no words, just pitchahhs (Part Deux)

i think for now there'll be no words, just pitchahhs

Happy Merdeka, yo!;)

i think..oops R.PK did it again!:)

These politicians, they run around like clowns in suits, trying to amuse the rakyat with stupid antics and yet think we are stupid enough to 'laugh' it off.

Insults! I am offended. Aren't you?

(YES, PLEASE CLICK ON IMAGES TO ENLARGE!)

i think i am high (sans alcohol & drugs)

Thanks all, for the warm birthday wishes. Please remind me to give you a lapdance the next time I see ya.:)

To Mr. Tiena, the wonderful song's for you.*cue "Awwwww"* *pass barf bag*

i think that will be it

I thought the worst kind of taxi touts only exist in airports. And bus terminals perhaps. Well, I'm just so wrong. It's everywhere, like mat rempit, mat bangla, mat indon and mat nepal in KL city.

I normally take the LRT whenever I go to KLCC even when the fuel price was still at 1.92/litre because why drive when the convenient LRT is just a stone's throw away and you can just hop on and hop off, right? So, I took the LRT lah.

I no longer shop for brands, since I discovered cheaper options (read:online shopping), oh and what a steal they are most of the times, but I figure most of the online boutiques are mostly rip-offs, I thought I could get something similar for much much cheaper in Sg. Wang. So the plan was to go to KLCC and take a cab to Sg. Wang.

I went to the taxi stand at the Jalan P. Ramlee wing, there was a line of idle taxis and out in one corner, some taxi drivers were chatting and smoking. A group of 5 foreigners came after me, but they got a ride first. Another group of Caucasians came and those taxi drivers came swarming like flies to dungs. It took me 10 minutes before any of them came approaching.

"Pergi mana?"
"Sg. Wang."
"Sg. Wang 18 ringgit eh dik."
"18 hengget???"

I waved him away. Another pakcik approached me.

"Sg. Wang 15 ringgit,ok dik?"
"Kenapa mahal sangat, pakcik?"
"Sekarang jam la."
"Tak boleh pakai meter eh?"
"Haven't you heard? Taxi meters are now extinct."

Haa tu diaaaa statement taxi driver, taxi meters are now extinct katenye...:P

Okay, I made up that last part. Feeling a bit irked by these teksi ulat and (that makes the driver to be known as) ulat taik, I switched to pegawai penguatkuasa mode and peeked in the first three taxis in queue and all three were meterless. Sapraiss sapraisss..*sigh* I am not a foreigner that you can ketuk as you like, at least try la to be considerate when putting a price to a fellow Malaysian.

KLC.C is badly infested by taxi touts. Shame. I know it's yesteryear's news but I thought something had been done about it? I hope these taxi touts drivers' driving license (what a mouth full!) will be revoked. And this to apply to bus and lorry drivers who drive recklessly too.

Anyways, I digress.

Online shopping is bad. Addictive. But worst of all, it's 'risky'. All of my online purchase were a size too big and the lovely gladiator I bought which took 7 days to arrive cannot be worn for ever (albeit the perfect design and perfect size and look so very perfect on me) because it has pigskin lining. Oh sedihnya..:(

I think I've learnt my lesson, and that's it - no more virtual shopping for me. I guess I am back to shopping malls and real-time shopping. I am definitely buying that pair of Heech gladiator sandal (but Sulliban rocks too) sementara stok masih ada. Definitely maybe, as a birthday prezent to myself.:)

Having said that, my birthday is like, 3 days and 10 hours away y'all.*hint hint* :P

i think we need to save the cheerleaders trees!

I am a subscriber of a magazine. Every issue shouts out awareness for the Mother Earth, but I don't see them doing their bit at all.

Every month, I will receive leaflets, contest forms and whatnots packed with my magazine. And not only that, every other week there will be letters from them to inform that I'm just a mail away from being RM764,650 richer, and with a detailed instructions, all I have to do is to send them the response letter annnnnd not to forget, I must enclose a payment for the fabulous special edition book/magazine/whateverthefock they're selling that week/month.

I am just annoyed with these (snail-)mail spam, because what did they say on cutting down on paper usage, energy wastage and saving the environment, when in actual reality they are using more papers than a printing factory? These promotional leaflets, apart from the magazine, goes straight into the trash.

And to tell me that I am the next lucky winner of that RM764,650 with all that copies of letters of assurances from the contest committees and even a specimen of cash prize cheque, it totally insults my intelligence. Pffft!

Bottomline is, Save paper, save the forest. Recycle yo.:)

i think i've made a mistake

I just cut my hair short. And now, I don't know what to say.. Don't know whether I like it or not. The boyfriend is very very very upset, that's for sure.*sigh*

I went back to my stylist after 10 months, since I moved out of Subang and started to frequent this so-called A-class salon around my area. Kuza, you think my hair is pretty hor? Well, my hair stylist didn't think so. He was pretty mad with my current do, he said it was rubbish. The cut, that is.

So I asked for a regular trim, since I'd like to keep my hair long and the boyfriend has strictly warned me many many times on the way to the salon, that I am not to cut it short.

A regular trim I asked. Jay, the stylist said he's going to fix the mess. I okay-ed everything he suggested because this Jay, he never failed me (yet). Snip snip snip and when I came to my senses, my hair was really short, like boy cut short. And the boyfriend was looking at me like a vulture watching its prey.

Was Jay getting back at me for not coming to his salon for so long and came back, insulted him with a bad hair cut from other salon that I now go to? What did everybody say about hair stylist and dermatologist again? You don't ever want to upset them. Yup. Damn right.

Well, I just have to live with this for another 6 months before it reaches my shoulder. (Shoulder aje? *sobs cries wails*) And convince myself that I look as good as Miss Portman in this hair. Okay, scratch that. My hair IS hideous.:(

Forget moral support from the boyfriend, he thinks I should really get a wig. Or maybe I should go to Jalan Masjid India and buy tudungs?:P