Happy lub story

I've been had.

Anyhow, just wanted to say that blogging activity in this space here will only be happening on a non-regular (what was the opposite of regular...apart from irregular?!) basis. My muse has taken a hike. >_<

I also just wanted to add that...I'm in love. Again.
I feel so girly girl. If i'm not already. Hee.
I never thought I would succumb myself to watching soapy mushy Korean dramas with similar storylines. But i did! And boy did i cry my heart out. It does feel good to do that once a while. :)

So, without further ado, my past and current addiction...


Ohhh Ji Seong. (What a crap unromantic name? Yes i know!) But, isnt he ever so inevitably dreamy. So...hot :p Well, in this series ofcourse. You'll understand when you watch it! You must must watch it, and witness the hotness :p That picture doesnt quite do him justice. *giggles*

Even though I didnt quite understand what they were saying (there were english subtitles), I guess you can say action speaks louder than words. How cheesy.

Oh so handsome. So manly man man.

siGhhhssss

An Uncanny Incident

Last week I hit the roof....WHEN I GOT MY PHONE BILL! By yimminy! One would think I've learnt my lessons from all these "unneccessary" long distance phone calls, but I cant seem to contain myself! *screams* So i made an agreement with the fatso, we shall only call each other like once a week each, that way we both get to save, and we get to talk to each other twice a week, apart from the constant sms-ing, and msn-ing. Sometimes, trying to play hard-to-get works too. :p

On Monday, I was sitting at work, thinking about my fatso. Sighs. I miss him so bad. But I cant call him! No i shant! I'm not weak!!!

*tap tap tap*

*drums the table*

I feel a side of me peeling awwayyy...

*crawls weakly*

.....musstttt......not.....pickk....up.....that phone

AARGH!

Suddenly, unconsciously, my fingers began miraculously dialling his house number. o_O

I stared in disbelief.

*dial tone* doot doot doot

Hello?
Hewo fatty?!!!
What do you want?

*jumps with joy*

I swear, it was like I was possessed or sumfin. *angelic smile*

Ye Olde Irish Pub

Sunday night. I'm at Finnegan's.
Surrounded by old people.
One or two could possibly be teachers from GIS.
Two or three could possibly be my neighbours from Vista Kiara.
Four or five could possibly be my dad's friends.

See, when you mix milk with coffee (or for the benefit of yours sincerely, BAILEYS), it's undoubtedly yummy. Drown that mixture with beer, and it gets ugly. Maybe not ugly per se, but still, nothing pretty nonetheless. You catch my drift, oui?

*groan*

Stuck here I am with my daddy-o, for another good half hour. He's having the usual beer with his mates. I'm having wine. By myself. In Finnegan's. With old people. Yeap, just me and good ol' cab sauv. I feel life is passing me by very quickly...or, I've been played. Oh, the pity of it all.

My mum's at her friend's farewell in Vista Kiara, whom, she ofcourse met whilst we were staying there. Quaint little, jovial japanese lady she is. And VERY generous i must add. I get heaps of prawn tempuras every weekend! *SLURP* I do mish those good ol times. Dunking me prawns in that tempura sauce. Ahhhh bliss.

Sorry, back to the point. So mum's there, and I, so enthusiastically offered to go with her in the beginning, with the hope of meeting, new, and ahem exciting Nippon jin (pronounced "ni-hon jin") erm, friends. Butttttttt to my utter disappointment, the house was filled with crazy old cherpy japanese women high on sake, and their husbands, and in some cases, lovers.

WHERE ARE THE KIDS?!!!

This was I, at the beginning...bursting right in, attention-whoring as usual.

Me: Ogenki desuka! Konban wa!
Hostess: Ah stefanie-san, dozo goenryo nakuu..

*me nudges mum*

Me: Did she ask me to help myself to the food? o_O
Mum: No you idiot, she said dun be shy
Me: Same thing la :p

Damn my jap is quite powderful eh.

Before i could get muh slender fingers on the tempura (i swear its calling out to me), she pulled me aside and introduced her husband, which she thought I forgot.

Hostess: kochira wa watakushi no shujin desu!

*took me 15 secs to register what she was saying*

He does look quite like her husband i met last time.

Me: Ahh, Uncle Moma! Kochira koso dozo yoroshiku??

*pauses*

Then Uncle Moma bursts into laughter.

*oh shit*

He: Ahh young steffie-san remember old Uncle eh?

*phew*

Then i had to ask..."Bocchan? Delvin-sa, he's not here tonight?"

My mum glared at me from across the room. And so it went on, till for bout another hour later, I realized (and faced the fact that) no japanese heroes are gonna show up. So i decided to leave with my dad to bangsar to meet his friends. He said he'd be there for only awhile, in his words "give or take 45 mins, just a quickie, and then back to pick mum up before she knocks herself out wif sake".

So i thought, ok fine, since its a quickie, i wont hafta call in reinforcements. One and a half hour later, there i was painfully sitting by myself. Surrounded by known older men doesnt quite count as company y'know.

My life sux!! Thou shalt not mock the great vain one. >_<

The Power of Three

Ah yes. How i wish i was a Charmed One. *dreams on*

I was tagged by Shaz! Hmmph *glares at shasha* In her words, I am most definitely DEFINITELY "emo-ing with her", silentlyyyyyyyyyyyyy >_<

Whilst waiting for the photos to upload...


Three names you go by:
1. Steph
2. Steffie
3. Gorgeous bwahahaha naw, just kidding :p "Nie" is more like it. *elwch*

Three parts of ur heritage: (I'm NOTHING of my heritage)
1. I'm NOT Malaysian becoz i dont lurrvee spicy food - i hate being tortured by the very thing i eat.
2. I'm NOT Chinese because becoz i do not think im the smartest in the whole world, AND I still dont know what ABC is. :D
3. I'm NOT Japanese because Im not obsessed with my hair and face, I dont quite squeal like one in bed, and I dont exactly obsess over Hello Kitty either :)

So what am I? I'm an alien. No, a Venusian goddess. Bwahaha. God, someone save me. Let's just say im Malaysian by passport, British by education and godknowswat by upbringing. I'm mulicultural! Hah. Though, black ppl still scare me haha No offence to any black ppl yo! :p

Three things that scare you:
1. I dont want to dieeeee!
2. Losing my loved ones at that too!
3. A world without choccies and shopping...
3a. The male when he thinks he's gay. *giggle*

Three of your everyday's essential:
1. Loving (heaps of it)
2. Face moisturizer + lip balm
3. and H-2-0h!
4. Fly swatter (I just HAD to add this bit!)

Three things you are wearing now:
1. PRL teddy shirt
2. Panties
3. ...I'm in bed! Gimme a break!

Three of your favourite songs:
1. For an Angel - Paul Van Dyk (has and will always be)
2. Mariah Carey - We belong together
3. Por Una Cabeza - Scent of a Woman Theme
3a. Wisemen - James Blunt

Two truths and a lie: (Ahh my fave!)
1. I have a big neverending crush on a fatso
2. I can speak 5 languages
3. I've seen my parents skinny dip at age 3

Three things about opposite sex that appeal to you right now:
1. Manly man man! (Not overpoweringly manly type!)
2. Good sense of humour, NOT unearthly sense of humour
3. Does not smell bad >_<
...but ofcourse there's the usual caring, loving, understanding blahblahblah.

Three of your favourite things to do:
1. Shopping, but ofcourse!
2. Sleeping, recuperating from shopping so i can shop again,
3. Spending quality time wif my loved ones (sorry shaz!)

Three things you want to do really badly now:
1. Pee,
2. Be with my fatso,
3. and find a bag of gold. Ok, realistically, earn lotsa money :D

Three places you want to go:
1. Goto Vienna with my mummy (It's her dream place),
2. NYC! NYC! I miss Duncan's toy store :p
3. Then there's Melbourne (for you-know-who), then Shanghai, then Japan, then Korea.

Three ways that you are stereotypically male/female:

Male:
- I am egoistic. :p
- I burp like one
- I erm used to eat like one? (this one's not counted)

Female:
- I have PMS, nuff said.

o_O

Ok...
- I cry at the slightest thing.
- I shop like there's no tomorrow
- I, too, am in constant..dire need for loving *hee*


Three people you would like to see take this survey:

HAH! Now the chance to see if...ppl read my blog as often as they claim they do :p

Yng Lyn - I'm just returning a favor!! Bwahaha (i do it coz i lub ya!)
Mush - She's not wat she appears to be! *lol*
Iylia - who's always bored. Here's sumfin to fill ur time :p

Now that we're done, Tiesto's? Anybody? Am still considering *feng feng* :)

Zutsu ga shimasuuu. Oh, the pain.

The case of the ex...or so i think

! Edit ! Piccies are up. (See, I kept to my word this time :p)

This post is definitely wayyy overdue. Been bogged down with work.
Responsibilities. Pfft. Dont like that word anymore :p
Anyhow, so I just got back on Mon from my weekend escapade in Penang...ahh seeafood and hot guys paradise. Foreign hot guys, specifically *drools* The one place i can perv openly. Yes yes yes! Not this time around though...strictly, family business, i.e. visiting great gran, so no resort hotel damnit. Piccies as usual will be up soon.

The views from my room...



My cousin Becky..isnt she adorable? :)

Becky and her brother Alex

This pic does not do us justice. I look phased out as usual. My cousin Electra looks like she's gonna attack my uncle...or me. And my great gran looks spooked.



Then Im back...Monday morning, unhappily slugging to work, downstairs in the study, *hee* expecting to receive an influx of mails. 14 unread messages. Bah. All business-related. The dullsville i live in. But wait, there was one unfamiliar name.

Weeks ago I mass mailed some of my old, good friends from high school..those whom I do not have on msn and barely keep up with, asking for an update blah blah blah Just so I can also update my contacts y'know that sorta thing. And finally I have a respond...from ONE measly person? Then again, I dont even know if i really know this person. It's vaguely familiar but not quite there. You know wat i mean?

Michael Ashcroft.

o_O

O_o

You're prolly thinking why cant I bloody open the damn mail and find out. You see, Im kinda paranoid with all these emerging killer viruses out to sweep clean your beloved data, plus this is my new lappie we're talking about. And this mail had an attachment with a cheesy line "How bout dinner"! The last time I opened some silly "unknown" mail from someone I thought i knew, it revealed an interactive image of two fat Israeli men getting on at each other, with the flashing slogan "Come join us". It was WRONG AND SICK! I probably regurgitated the entire day's meal, plus more. So i had every right to be paranoid.

I run upstairs to my "high school" box that had been all but obliterated by the passage of time. And searched for that little black book. Yes I have one too :p And there it is. Labelled: Crushes/Boyfriends/Guys who like me/Dateables/Ex's. Frantically, I turned to "M". There wasn't much. Marc, Mark, Max...and...Michael. But it was a Michael Lee. o_O So i sat, thinking for awhile. And it FINALLY, after half an hour...hit me that Lee was his middle name. It had to be him!

Back downstairs. Dinner?! Oh this will be fun. *Click*

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To: [my email address here]
From: [his email]@yahoo.co.uk
Re: How bout dinner

Sabrina baby!
It's been ages. What a coincidence ill be popping down sometime next week. How bout dinner? I sure miss your ass! (:

Mike xx
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Sabrina! Who the fuck is Sabrina?!! The bloody idiot had clearly CLEARLY sent the wrong email. Yes, what a sodding coincidence. Not quite fun, but funny it was. Then im thinking to myself now, did i even email him in the first place?!! Doesnt matter, at least now i Know i haf the bastard's email, that is if it really IS the michael i know. >_<

Simplelistique

This morning steffie got the surprise of her life.
Mummy made Toad in the Hole for breakfast!
AND Pigs in Blankies
AND Spotted Dick :p

Ho Ho Ho

I asked why the sudden, rush of childhood culinary...

"Oh, you're babysitting your cousins today"

"But but but...I'm meant to be working today!"

"It's okay, take it as a day off"

CHEH

Blegh.

BUT it's all good. The food compensates all.
My special serving of spotted dick, is none other than
mum's fusion of B&B pudding. I have Bailey's in mine!
Because she assumes I'm older than I was before,
She drowned the bread with the alcohol (spasm she said, as if!)
Who's complaining! I'm lovin it :) *hick*

I wish i was a little brat too,
with circumscribed responsibilities.
Eating and sleeping.
What I do best *hee*
And everything so unequivocal.



As i sat devouring the goodness,
a nuisance of a fly was circling
round and round my head.
Is my hair really that enticing?
Must be the new shampoo :p
Round and round it went.
It's okay, it's not worth the trouble..

Round and round it went again.

That does it! KNNCB
I stood up, stuck my tongue out and
SWALLOWED THE MOTHERFUCKER!

......

o_O

Ofcourse not! I wish i did :p
I told the brats to grab the electric flyswatter,
and i got rid of it the most humanely uncouth way possible.
Yessiree. I am a woman of contradictions. :)