Musings Of An Erratic Mind

Resolutions '07

2007-01-03T21:37:00.000+10:30

Every year I make resolutions...and break them. Or i just procrastinate long enough that it's a year gone by. LOL People like that shud deserve awards for procrastinating the longest. :p I've sat and thought hard about these ones. So here are my resolutions for 2007 lalalala

1. Eat less fat (New Year resolution #1 since 1995)

2. Embrace change (i need to add new items to my wardrobe collection *innocent smile*)

3. Reduce alcohol consumption

4. Take advantage of great opportunities (sales! sales! salesssssss! ahem koff, did i just say that out loud? :p)

5. Work hard, party hard!!!!! (I've only managed to stick to this)

Simple, easy peasy lemon squeeasy ones which i should be able to keep. Whilst I'm in the mood...though past experiences have led me to be a stronger person, I must continue on, looking forward and not back. Please pardon my broken francais.

Pendant toutes ces années ou...ceux-ci chronomètrent que nous
avons ete distants, je se sont ennuyés de toi tellement il blesse.
Je sais qu'il est errone, mais parfois je juste ne peux pas l'aider,
et il y avait des périodes qu'il s'est senties si exact. Mais,
ironiquement, ce que nous avons n'etait jamais exact. Je me
demande si je serai l'une de ces gens qui passent par la vie
recherchant constamment leur soulmate, et jamais réellement
trouvant un parce que j'ai pensé vous étiez celui. Peut-être vous
étiez celui...et peut-être pas. Vous étiez tout que j'ai jamais voulu,
mais pourtant... mes mémoires plus heureuses en même temps
m'ont blesse tellement mal. Je me rappellerai ce que nous
avons eu, si quels. J'aimerai ces memoires. Et je ne pleurerai pas
au sujet de elles. Je n'aspirerai pas pendant des moments plus
heureux avec toi qui ne viendrait jamais.
Je dois apprendre, et je dois...vous laisser partir.

Once again, to all the people I love,
Here's to all the dramas we had in 2006,
Thanks thanks again for a wunnerful year 2006..
Looking forward to more love and happiness this year (less spite & vengeance)

"Live and let live"

*MWAH MWAH*

01.01.2007

2007-01-01T16:09:00.000+10:30

I'm back...finally! I dont know where to start or how to put it. I'm still pretty much intoxicated with alcohol from the past few weeks (ive never seen any parent so encouraging of alcohol consumption as mine lol), and of all the memories that I would have to leave behind in 2006. I was just sitting in my seat, on the plane, wondering, where and what happened. In just a couple of hours, that whole year will be wrapped up, and I will have nothing left but the scribblings in my diary...and I would have to face new challenges, embrace new happiness, suffer new heartbreaks and all other emotional turmoils. Looking into the future just scares me. No wonder everyone wants to just stay frozen, in that moment of time when we were just...carefree, and happy. Happy. Happy. Really, can we? :)

On the eve of 2005, I was just petrified at the thought of the whole new changes that would take place, especially since it was a HUGE change for me, coming back to KL "for good" (for NOW), having to take up bigger responsibilities and all that other nonsense etc Now, it just seems like...I was never really there in person. So deja vu. So...vague. It just all seems so weird and dazed to me. Nevertheless, I've enjoyed allll the holidays I've had that year in 2006. Alllll the times spent wif my bubbies. It was the year that brought me closer to alot of people...friends, best friends, loved ones etc. They were really meaningful, and I've learnt more about some people in ways I could never have imagined. At some point in that year, I was the happiest person on earth, and then I had my hopes completely shattered too. Up to heaven, and back down to that abyss in hell. BUT I would like to add that regardless of wat shite, I'm the happiest person ever, because (and thanks) to the family and friends I have, the ones that I love and love me in return, always and forever :p

There's all I can say for now, my brain is still pretty much exhausted from all that thinking (and lack of sleep)...but I'd like to wish everyone else, a merry belated x'mas if I havent already, and..

** Happy New Year 2007 **

(Quote from shaz) All the best in health, wealth and a brighter year to look forwad to. I love love lovee you guys long time. :)

xoxo

p.s. no "yam seng" for now, still feeling pretty much bleagh hehe

It's hereeeeeeeee...again.

2006-12-20T16:18:00.000+10:30

5 more days...FIVEEEEEEEEE more days to the big 25th day. Well its not entirely THE big day. It's just that horrid time of the year when I officially age abit more once again. Ever since i turned 21, I have now officially declared birthdays to be a taboo, and because I had to be so lucky to be born on such an auspiciously merry season, christmas is no longer my fave hols...coz it's associated with y'know, that day when I grow yet another year older. Bwaahahahha another one of my denials :p

But come this season when EVERYONNNNNNNEEE has the valid excuse to shower me with gifts. I keep telling people they can do it all year round, but nooooooo, cheapskates they are LOL My dad has already started the festive season with heaps and heappppppppps of the finest choccies from around the world. Fabulous truffles & barss for the inner chocolate connoisseur in moi who's always up for a palatal adventure *winks* Know wat? We should totally change all holidays in order to focus exclusively on chocco-fabuco gifts. Christmas will be known as Chocomas. Hanukkah will be Chocokah. Kwanzee becomes Chockwanzaa. Oh, and tho it's already past, thanksgiving...Chocogiving!! I like the sound of that Bwahahahhahaha Valentine's Day...Chocotine day! OMG OMG Someone slap me please hehe

Ok enuf of the insanity streak, lemme share with you my dear ahem koff friends what part of my wishlist for this year is. AND it shall be "carried forward" to the next if I dun get the items on ze list :D

"Shopaholic and Baby" by Sophie Kinsella (Out Feb 2007)

Chloe Paddington

Bettina Liano "Ace" skinny leg jeans in indigo

Scooba 5800

Endless supply of Malibu and Baileys *innocent smile*

Mukgu toy from Korea

Coach Soho Signature Stitched small hobo in braass/khaki/vachetta

A box of Fidani's choccies?

A bottle of Primitivo from Italy (ahem koff sei yan tau)

Oh and possibly...a Z8? :)

(there's still more items on this list) hehe

Happy holidayyyyyyyyyys people! Drink drink driiiiiinkkkk and be merry. Will see you all next year!

xoxo

My happy place :)

2006-11-28T17:13:00.000+10:30

I am backkkkkkkkk! Ahem, with just one post and a few pix ofcourse to make up for lost time :p But alas i am too lazee to blog much about my recent koff love affairs, and besides the rest of the pix are up on friendster, (or were either too shameless to put up). Anyhow let the pictures speak for themselvesssss, and I'll try to make some sorta ill attempt to create some sorta storyline to go wif it hehe (the chain of events)

So, the great vain overly-gorgeous one FINALLY arrives after much anticipation to be picked up by the male and friend in a nice skyline (seriously, wat's with asians and skylines). I was just peering at the boot wondering how in tarnation my oversized bag can fit into the boot. Wonder wonder..it fits! lol No, there's no pic for that.

Next day...crazy mad rush to find a dress for cup day! And when cup day finally came...it was %$^!^@ cold and windy.

On top of that,i LOST...but i had my l'oreal freebies to console me. And then i feelll sick in the evening. *sighs* All in the name of vanity. Had dinner with the girls before trudging off to watshisname's place. The highlight and, also "downturn" of my trip. The rest is erm history :p Then comes the weekend, clubbing as per usual. I dont know how much alcohol i've consumed this trip, wat with all that occasional alize concoctions at home and out *hic*

...and my most shameless picture of the year. Still contemplating on putting it up on friendster. LOL Poor clarence who had to endure our erm, waitaminute, it shud be "lucky" clarence! hehehehe

Our after-party girly strolls along docklands. We even attempted to walk home. In fact we did! Walked esthey poo home in our lil drunken stupor..or high. Werent even drunk enough to begin with. :p

It's funny how at the beginning how somebody promised me alot of things, when in the end I had to get it myself. (This is the part where i start getting all emo and anti-boys) BOYS ARE STUPIIDDD!! They always promise you something and pretend, or so conveniently forget when the time comes. So, the other highlight of my trip (there were 5)..

Krispy Kremeeeeeeeeeeeeeeessssss

I've been looking forward to this shit for a looooooooooooong time now. Oh heaven heaven. *dRooLss* And because im such a food connoisseur (yea right), maybe more like fine dining queen..there was the excellent dinnah @ Bluefire where esther's supposed american boyfriend works. Bwahaha (she will kill me soon)

[Im getting tired and lazee now]

St Kildaaaaaaa..before our other shopping expedition.

Here, the MAIN highlight of my trip...drumroll please. Lobssssstah nooodless! *woot* Because somebody ditched me (im still very much sore, DJs are an upsetting bunch! hmmph), I dragged my other lovers there. I love you guys long time! :)

Then there's clubbing @ QBH (my last party before I leave...)

(pity cudnt get a closer shot of the cute guy)

Oh, speaking of which...events which happened that just emphasize on how siiillllyy boys are. (I'll give one example here coz I'm just so lazee) Guy wants to chat me up and asks if i haf a light when he's surrounded by friends who are smoking. Dude, u need to do better.

I should stop being so anti-boys for now, its depressing. So utterly depressing. Then again being in KL IS depressing. LOL And last but not least...the wunnerful stars shininggg brighttt...

Tiss the season to be jolllyyy falalalalalalalalala I cant believe its here again. *SOB*

Mishcellaneyous rants

2006-10-30T21:42:00.000+10:30

Check out what i found!! Oh my oh my oh my! It's definitely an answer to our prayers eh?

The thing is...whenever im driving on the road and I see some annoying driver which is either going too slowly or is trying to cut across but is not exactly trying to cut across...I start cursing. "Women driversssss" BAHHHHHHHH Seriously I dunno why im insulting my own kind. I shud stop. It's bad karma. :p So anyhow...a car that cud park on its own! Think about how the 60 secs it will save me (and 180 for parallel parking) LOL multiplied that by each and everyday i drive...whoa, I can certainly put that time to good use hehe

And since we're on the topic of cars, I actually drove my car to get the tyres changed. On my own! I thought of being a little independent today and not get my driver who'd usually do it...I feel so grown-up. I SHOULD be grown-up (I hate being grown-up). So anyway, the dudes at the garage quoted me fucking RM300 for ONE tire!! I thought it was for two, mind you. And then when i mentioned i was my father's daughter, I got a huge discount. FAR OUT!

For those of you who were slogging and whinning coz u guys couldnt make it to the Revel4tion (@ A Famosa), whine no more...because it's over ofcourse and it wasnt apparently very good. The crowd was disappointing, and apparently there were a few break-ins! Tsk tsk damn those bastardsons. But the music shuda been good, coz the Bass Agents were there. Oh wells, I was home with my grandmama (trust me I was crying my heart out). No big deal. Maybe we can look forward to this...

Ferry Corsten! *woot* There's nothing like a good beach party...which I really really really miss :) At least, this rave wont end at 1am like the ones in KL would. Hmmph *touch wood*

*Special msg to a sei yan tau: You shud come back for that weeekend hehehe Il Divo could just possibly be partying there LOL

Moon-less-Cake Festival

2006-10-12T00:54:00.000+09:30

My first ever mooncake festival since I left. What happens.
Bloody hell NO MOON! What is mooncake fest without the moon you tell me. And above all, we were swirling around with our lanterns in clouds of joy and haze. Goddamn.

But i did get ta take some nice piccies which I'm so awfully proud of bwahahaha Cant help it if one is naturally talented KOFF :p

(the wind blew out the candle just as i took it! hmmph)

My 3 out of many cousins :p

And my favourite-st one of all...
*Awwwwww*

The lighting was just excellent, oui? The whole garden was actually filled with lanterns hanging here and there, absolutely stunning sight, but I couldnt come out to take a pic coz i was busy with my future husband (no Lyn, not THAT one) coz it was his last day here...on msian telly bwahahahahaha How delirious i am. Well, that's about it pix for now, bloody blogger taking forever to load, I'm beginning to fall asleep on my comp. AND i'm suffering from a bad case of alcohol overdose LOL i'm itchinggggggggg! ARGH Why do things like that like to come between my alcohol and i? *sob*

xoxo me

Second love at best

2006-10-05T19:45:00.000+09:30

Still not happy.

The VainPeacock is throwing a fit today.

Haze conditions are getting worst. And worst because I'm staying on a damn mountain..or hill.

I miss fresh air.

I miss my dingbat QueenDiva who's gallanting the streets of Italia, or more like medieval town of Perugia (evil laughs).

I miss someone.
(the only attention i get nowadays is from those bloody motherf#%$@$%king mozzies...DIEE BIATCH!!!)

And someone else and somone else...and some people la aiyoh.

Oh..Jacjac's bday was a few days ago, everybody all together now HAPPPY BDAAAYYY..sui poh.
(just in case she stumbles onto my blog, but she's converted into a non-blogger) :p

I miss my money (where are you when I need you?!!).

Damnit, I miss alot of things. I'm such a deprived spoilt child LOL

Ah just a few days ago at work, I was going thru my old emails and I came across one of those wasting-your-time questionnaires, AND I was amazed at how most people (my high school pals) actually remembered my middle name (do NOT any under circumstances blurt it out here). I was also amazed at how these people got most of the answers correct, just when you least expect it. It's really *wow* that people remember these things hehe Which reminds me, I'm soooo tempted, (and i gave in to my temptations) to send it out again. Let's see how well you guys score this time. Expect it in your mailbox anytime *now* bwahahaha

Btw, I received my FIRST ever copy of the GIS Alumni newsletter a few days ago. It's been like wat, 6 years since we graduated?!! Diu.

I miss my high school. My mum reckons the only reason why i miss it so much was coz of alllll the attention I got. She called me an attention whore.

Attention. Whore.

My own mother. I sometimes wonder how we can both be related when I'm so super messy and unorganized when she's such a neat freak. Ok, maybe most of you guys might think Im one, but if you think i'm a neat freak...then my mum is the Bree Van De Kemp of all Bree Van De Kemps. Yup, that bad :p

I.Am.Evil

2006-09-27T20:36:00.000+09:30

You Are 40% Evil

A bit of evil lurks in your heart, but you hide it well.
In some ways, you are the most dangerous kind of evil.

So yes, I am, apparently quite evil. BWAHAHAHAAHHA (evil sinister laugh) Cross me and face my furry wrath. :p Another boring day at work, and who shud pop online to send me nonsensical things but...you-know-who. I also found out that..my wrestler name is...

La Femme Chainsaw

OMG hahahahaha the side of me *i* never knew. So this weekend is booked crazy full, i shall be a good blogger and update you soon. At least now my life has some sorta meaning. I was just blabbing to the dingbat the other day (KOFF yes you, sei yan tau) that my life hath no meaning, when she so happily agreed! It's bad enuf to admit it yourself! But it's ok, not all was lost..she happily offered to get me a Guess bag. I think she's bluffing me! >.<

It's gone. All gone.

2006-09-12T01:10:00.000+09:30

I've seriously lost my will, inspiration, and watchamacallit to blog. SERIOUSLY. I mean, there are just too many bloggers out there in the world today who finally realize that blogging is the "in" thing today, and congratulations, you guys are now cool people *woot* LOL No i'm not mocking anyone here...it's just funny how suddenly anyone and everyone has a blog these days. Even chewbacca and brooklyn beckham have their own blogs! Imagine that (far out)! Seriously check out chewy's site if I havet told you about it already, it's funny to the bone *click* But that's not my point here. I've recently found myself to be too L-A-Z-Y, too deluded (and any other excuses that comes out of my overly gorgeous mouth) to blog. Alas my bloggin time is up. Maybe i shud co-blog with a fellow pea buddy? I dont even know watever possessed me to write one tonight too. :p

You know there were times when you sat back and thought to yourself...my life has no meaning. Tonight, again, I thought to myself...my life has no meaning! As i sit here trying to concentrate on my darn video report AND reading the newspaper simultaneously trying to pass time....OMG there are 55 yr old hookers out there?!! Apparently this widower of a man wants to marry these hookers to make their lives less miserable. Apparently also, they're having difficulties finding new customers (you think?!!). Hello! All of them have grandchildren! This is so wrongg...

So yes, I can multitask well. Dope (always going off trail), i meant...i will reduce my blogging activities to...ONCE a month perhaps?? It will eventually...gradually become once every two months and then ZAP, "Musings Of An Erratic Mind" will officially become defunct. Like the powderful Boyzone boys. I know someone who loved and possibly still do LOVE Ronan Keating! Bwahhahahaha

Well then peeps, I will keep you updated on my adventures around the world, when I do travel around the world. Hopefully then I will be married to Prince William (sod it steffie), or...Chad Michael Murray (coz he's no longer together wif his chick - go for it iylia!!) or Wang Lee Hom...OR even Edison Chen (if he's not gay), OR even you know whooo? Sighs, so many choices, only one heart :p Thank you for your love, patience and support. Remember, come back in a month's time.

Dont miss me! xoxo

Today's Horoscope

2006-08-18T01:42:00.000+09:30

OH MY OH MY OH MY!! OH MY OH MY OH MY!! OMG!

....Reallllyy? :p

Let the festivities begin!!

2006-08-07T18:38:00.000+09:30

It's gonna be one hell of a month! I can sense it coming!! I mean, there really isnt much to celebrate, in fact there's zilch, but for some reasons I seem to be out AND drinking more this month than any other month this year, yes even more booze than the already defunct world cup season. So my recap for last week was...a boring weekday(s) nonetheless with nothing worth blogging about, then came friday when i was SICK! Sick on the day I was meant to be in bangsar and/or painting the town red with mi querido yng lyn...AND missing out the chance to "pounce" on my lover Adrian :p bwahahaha

Then came the next day when I had a jolly jolly good time, but no Adrian lover in sight. He must be hiding from me. Hmmph. Or...sick too? :p Got there so late that I thought to myself, must not waste time..must drink my worth!!!

And before you know it, sing along together now!

Now everybody in the club gettin tipsy,
Everybody in the club gettin tipsy..tipsy tipsy tipsy.

No, it wasnt so bad. :p But the worst part was that I had JD allllll over my skirt, my underwear, my legs and my shoes. My nice new cheap shoes. I mean, dun get me wrong, I love Jack as much as i love Johnny, but not all over me like that. Hmmph tHanks to the dodo who was preparing the flamin', who was smart enough to knock the glasses over.

It was a good night nonetheless. And needless to say, rheanna darling was KO-ed before the night was over. And i nearly got abducted whilst looking for my parents' car. Long story short, a lone hamsup stranger probably thought I was some lone hot drunkie who didnt know where she was going...it was the heels i was wearing! I swear, it makes me walk funny, kinda like a duck. Never buy discounted shoes! And i thought they were a steal. Plus the fact they were sticky from the JD...how can one expect one to walk properly eh?

Family dinnah the next day. And daddy brings out this gorgeous red wine. I had to have at least two glasses of it! Natch. It was wicked awesome sweet stuff. Sweet like ribena. Sweet as hell. Sweet like chocolatesss..oh i used to love that song. Sorry, as I was saying, never tasted wine like this before. Not even dessert wine tasted so sweet. And daddy was right. It was a lady's drink. I dont even know if my alcohol from the prev night had dispersed well in muh system, but one cannot let a good wine goto waste!!

And then there's mooncake festival just around the corner, or well sorta. That jolly jolly time of the year when once again the great vain one cannot CANNOT wait to get her hands and sink her teeth into...drumroll please, the Raffles Hotel's champagne truffle snowskin mooncake. And the cognac truffle too. Yes, you read it right. COGNAC! Oh it's absolutely orgasmically indescribably HEAVENLY. Seriously you guys should try it. MUST MUST try! As for the rest of you who'd like to make a vain peacock happy...you know wot to do la. I'll be waitingggg :)

p.s anyone of you guys happen to know a good eye-cream brand, L'occitane is good but is there something more powderful??

What's left of me

2006-07-20T14:20:00.000+09:30

He says...

"I've been dying inside, little by little
Nowhere to go, I'm goin outta my mind
An endless circle, running from myself until
You gave me a reason for standing still
I don't wanna waste another day, stuck in the shadow of my mistakes
Cause I want you, and I feel you crawling underneath my skin
Like a hunger, like a burnin, to find a place I've never been
Now I'm broken, and I'm faded, I'm half the man I thought I would be
But you can have, what's left of me."

And *I* say...

YES I'LL HAVE WHAT'S LEFT OF YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU......Mr Lacheyyyyyyyy :p

Oh my weak heart again hehehehe

What is this life without bananas? :p

2006-07-16T23:23:00.000+09:30

I'm back once again! Bwahahaha (evil laughter). Yes, world cup has officially stupidified AND uglified me. And OMG I must say, ALOT, shitloads, have happened during this time I was away. Omg. I'm still stunned. But there's nothing to talk about. Hee. SO here I am, sitting at my desk (trying to work), listening to the new loves of my life and shaking my bum (though they're a tad bit younger than me) DBSKKKKKK *woot* Searching for the rising sunnnnnnnnnnnnn :p Erm hmm there really isnt much to blog about, I really have lost all inspiration to blog. My hopes have been pinned down by the fact taht I cant goto spore (yes, again) to visit my secret lovers bwahaha, and that I cant goto Melb this month to also visit my other secret lovers.

BUT i did haf a fun fun AWESOME sat nite out wif muh other secret lovers (gosh i didnt know i had THAT many). All these crazy sleepness night outs. No wonder I'm UGLIFIED! Well, enough said, let the pix speak for themselves. Some are here, whilst the rest will be uploaded onto my friendster once I get photoshop installed on this previously-virus-cursed comp. :)

(The birthday diva) :p

p.s Sorry if the pix are a tad blurred out! No proper photo imaging programs to reduce the size. Sighs.

p.p.s Now that world cup fad is over, eye bags are so NOT in anymore. Pack on the eye creams peeps! :p

p.p.p.s Sorry, another random title lol

Announcement

2006-06-26T22:48:00.000+09:30

Dear customers ahem readers,

Due to the overwhelming excitement and insanity that have arisen as a result of crazy soccer hype, our resident writer seems to have somehow taken the hike (hey something rhymes). Yup. On vacation. So during this time (and, including the past and following weeks to come), there will be no blog entries. We suggest you drop back in to check after July 10th, hopefully by which her royal vain-ness will be back on track.

We apologize for any inconveniences caused.

Beckhams & Kakas..(oops sorry)

Fouls & Goals. Dope. Wrong again.

Hugs & Kishies,

The (O)verly (G)orgeous Team

P.S The royal vain-ness included a little note before her abrupt leave, which we think was meant to a blog entry. It says...

"I love my daddykins! It's def touching to know that your own father would remember what your fave drink is, and to actually have him buy it back for you from duty free! :p Yeap, two bottles of Cosmo and Blue Lagoon. Mmmmm. No im not some alcoholic freak. Update. I have however moved onto lychee martinis now lol and i still am very much lusting after Malibuuuuu (the last time my daddy-o bought me a bottle of malibu, he never got to hear the end of it from his wife, thus resorting to smaller quantities). tee hee :)"

P.p.s Remember, with world cup fad, eye-bags are IN. Do not be caught without one :p

Shocking madness

2006-06-14T23:24:00.000+09:30

There's just too many insane incidences in one week. Nope, cant take that much insanity...heart attack. First, Australia kicked my yakuza's arses 3-1. THREE?! And then i find out the next day that I haf some sorta serious throat infection because of too much yelling from the previous day. Wot nonsense. Sucked in too much bad air the doc says. BAH. Then i got beautifully electrocuted by my laptop charger from the main power point. Was spastic hours after that, and am still feeling very much spastic now too, thank you (mush, think msn spastic panda). And then now, Bettina's having crazy sales in melbourne.

So is Bardot. So is Gripp. So is Nine West. So is Natio. All at the same fucking time (when I'm not there)?!! Oh, my weak heart. Someone fan me please.

Everyone's gone mad!

2006-06-11T23:35:00.000+09:30

I bet you, soon the world will be in chaos, lives are in jeopardy, crops and vegetation will die, BECAUSE IT'S WORLD CUP FEVER! Crazee humans i tell ya. But i've never been happier because I have an endless stack of hoeggarden, and just a few days ago to celebrate the start of world cup (and England's not-so-exciting win), our family had a BBQ party, and my responsibility was to make sure that no underaged brat gets their filthy hand on em alcohol. So there i was sitting next to my darlings, the hoeggarden and....malibbuuuuuuuu. *eyes twinkle* Never haf i seen so many bottles starring and calling out at me simultaneously, except in the occasional liquor store. The only difference is that, they're all mine to drink now! Bwahahahahaha no one stop me!

I think even i've gone mad for some unapparent reason. I cannot also believe how pissed I was at getting tricks-ed to go watch a movie wif my cousins so my uncles and dad can finish all that beer. AND miss out on the chance to support my team's first game. I mean, on fri, i checked again, just to make sure that I didnt miss out on the game, and calculated the local time...but i got it wrong! SCREW YOU DAYLIGHT SAVINGS! Instead of thinking the game was at 9pm local time, I thought it was 11pm local time...so agreed to watch a movie with my cousins thinking that i'll be able to make it back just in time to finish the game. But nooooooooooo. I also know that I wont be able to stay up to catch the Angola v Portugal match to support my other lover (Cristiano) play. Well, not to say cant stay up, I JUST SPENT THE WHOLE OF LAST NIGHT UP FRIGGIN THINKING THE GAME WAS LAST NIGHT! I need to get my dates right. Godamnit. How can one possibly misread "Argentina v Ivory Coast" and "Angola v Portugal"??! Beats me. I guess i'm just not mad enough. Or i'm just so mad (and delirious AND distracted ahem) that I've gotten to a point where I cant be anymore mad-der hehehe Thank goodness? Anyhow, this isnt important. I just feel life is so monotonous now. And lyn is down wif some swollen disease so she cant obviously encourage and support me with this crazy wave. I want to go out and play!!! :p

But btw, for those who were wondering...s'pore was swell! The sales were crap but i enjoyed time spent wif muh secret lovers bwahahahahahahaha i do miss them. :)

Happy endings, shmappy endings

2006-05-30T00:35:00.000+09:30

It came to my attention, recently, that some nursery schools in the UK have changed the opening line of "Baa, baa, black sheep" to "Baa, baa, rainbow sheep" (so as not to offend anyone)!! In the beginning, I really couldnt bring myself to believe it, I mean, it did, after all, come from just one source. But after reading it again in the paper...I was stunned. Completely flabbergastedly gobsmacked I was. This is really political correctness taken to the extreme. Never have I, in my 22 years heard of such ludicrousity, if there's even such a word :p

How can people even think it has racist elements? So i guess in the near future, we will have to outlaw the words blackmail, blacktie, blacklist, black cloud, and ah, my fave...blackberries (though I still think it's too cute a name for something so not cute). And it's not just poor ol baa baa the black sheep...even Humpty Dumpty wasnt let off the hook. Apparently it was too sad for some poor sodding kids that people had to give him a happily ever after ending.

Stuff and nonsense! A little pain and suffering wont hurt anyone. Look where it got me. I'm still delirious as ever.

o_O

Hold on. Ok, nevermind. My point is that, if kids arent given some nasty insight into the cruel realities of this world, then they are in for some shocking experience when they step out of the front gate, away from their comfort zone, THEN we'll see who needs counselling. Like some fatso said, it's good character building! I used to think humpty clumsy got wat he deserved, albeit the cute fat overgrown bit, he is, still an oversized egg who didnt think twice about perching himself atop a wall. Maybe I was just a sadistic brat. But I know alot of ppl agreed with me too!

Then there was also the ol woman in the shoe. Apparently, child abuse charges have been brought against the poor ol dame so, instead of whipping their sorry asses, she kisses her children sweetly before sending them to bed, without broth (which, I suspect her therapist is working on too).

BAH HUMBUG!

By the time my great gran kids are reading this nursery rhyme, the shoe children will probably be eating lobster thermidore (my fave food), with lobster bisque, with garlic herbed foccccia bread and living in a luxury Prada boot, replete with PS7 and plasma tv's. What next? The critics will claim that their eating and socialising activities are reflective of couch potatoes which are a threat to one's well-being and upbringing, which might result in obesity, hence...there shouldn't be nursery rhymes anymore.

At all costs, everyone must live happily ever after.

I'll tell you what i think. These psychological morons ARE the baa baa black sheeps of us SANE psychologists who DO have better things to do than to worry about saving the world from the plaque of nursery rhymes.

Oh and one more thing on the subject of happily ever after.

This shit of a newspaper (called THE STAR) HAD to ruin my day by telling me that Marissa Cooper dies in the third (and final) season of the OC. Hello you DIPSHIT of a motherfucka! Do you NOT stay in msia where everything is oh-so-slow-than-my-grandmothers-tortoise?! The OC Season 3 isnt even screened here, and here I am, halfway through, enjoying my episodes stolen off Fox TV.com, and they HAD to...THEY JUST FUCKING HAD TO TELL ALL HOW IT ENDED! So much for my happy ending! It would have been "my" ending to savour if it were not for the thoughtless act of some dickhead living in a timewarp writing for this newspaper. Is he (or she, without being sexist), too, out to save the world from such evil twists of fate? Wait till I get my M16s on you punk.

Have a happy delirious week folks. I'm out to hunt some morons. >_<

Delirious Contribution #1

2006-05-29T01:48:00.000+09:30

Look at all those people. All going to work to process food, produce electricity, build shopping malls, manufacture air-conditioners and so on. All just for me. I'd thank them individually, but they know who they are. Lalalalala :p

Ole! Ole! Ole!

2006-05-29T01:45:00.000+09:30

World cup! World cup! The world is going insane. And I am not. :p The only reason I ever knew about the existence of Man U was...David Beckham. Beckhhhhhamm *screams* Squeaky voice he has, but hot bod he has too yumm. lol Sure i'm no genuine soccer fan, I know nuts about the game, let alone the World Cup (ok maybe alot better now compared to 6 years ago) - but if I cant appreciate the game, I might as well appreciate the players right? *smiles innocently* So there's Beckhhammmmmmmm, then there's Cristiano Ronaldo (have you seen him in a tux, better still without his shirt on?!), Michael Owen, Jose Antonio Reyes (what smouldering eyes!)..oh oh! Kakaaaaa, who's looks are as awesome as his footie-skills. I thought Hidetoshi Nakata ish not bad too coz he's the most stylish Asian footballer ever. But he does look a tad bit too old for me. Style is def one thing, and lust is def another :p Then again, who needs soccer hunks when I have Chad Michael Murray...or Edison Chen? Bwhahahaha.

P/S Today, the great vain one declares this week and next, from today henceforth to be "Delirium Week", in honour of those who were, and who are still. Martini glasses up! Kippis! :)

A bit of this here and there

2006-05-23T01:42:00.000+09:30

I know I will eventually neglect my blog :p lol Well, i didnt exactly neglect my esteemed duties, just that...well, you see, my beloved darling crashed (my trusty laptop) and without it, I just dun feel quite inspired to rant on and on. Besides, as with the usual story, all my fantabulous entries come out to play at night just secs before I wander off into LalaLand, and when i wake up in the a.m., I swear...nothing pops up. Its so sodding griping. According to my mum, I've been suffering from this predicament of, yet another disease since I dangled myself from a rambutan tree - AAADD (Age Activated Attention Deficit Disorder). Must have been some pretty hard bump on the noggin. Bwahaha yet another disease :p

When i say "age activated", I dont mean to suggest that i AM suffering from some sorta old-age disorder aight. It's one thing when I openly admit, AND accept that fact that I have some sorta compulsive disorder and that I'm very much an "onion-maniac"...But it's another when I hafta admit that i'm aging. I refuse to call myself an old...the f word is forbidden here.

..FART! (WTF?! I'm schizo too?!)

Maybe i shud embrace this? Then again there's alot of older (and olderer) farts out there. We shud be part of this glam society...the OFA!

The OFA unite!

We stand above all others,
We shall not be outdone...
In striving for the beeeeesssttt
No hardshipp shall we shhh... *music stops*

Oops, that was my school anthem. LOL I used to remember those glory days when I was part of this brat association. Oops again, i meant "prestigious" school, and we used to sing the school song every morning during assembly. I did wear my badge in pride, until I became a prefect, who wouldnt wear her tie with pride. :p

About a month ago, they were playing "God Save the Queen" during the Queen's birthday (Queen E of England), i stood up and sang with pride, and got all emo (i finally found another use for this word).

I am soooo in denial.

It's either I'm living in a time warp, or as my dad put it, the hoe (of hoeggarden) really got to me. This doesnt constitute as treason does it?!! *looks around suspiciously*

Anyhow, one more last rant before I head off to LalaLand and think of yet another exciting episode to confabulate :p Last month, one of my credit cards cannot be used! It was rejected!! TWICE! How embarrassing is that?!! As mush and I were discussing, I realized, too, that it MUST be one of our parent's master plans...I see all the pieces coming together. Yup yup yup. First they stuff us silly with Ben & Jerry's (they keep em comin every weekend!) so we're all fat and obese, and they cut our credit cards so we're swimming in pools of debt...and because of all these, we will never want to leave home! Oh the pity of it all.

One word

2006-05-08T19:54:00.000+09:30

If ever, I need just one word that sums up wot kinda person the OverlyGorgeousOne is...it will be

onio·ma·nia (pronounced "O-nE-O-'mA-nE-&)

Yup. It's sad but true. Plagued by such a monstrous disease. So young so young.

The Supermarket Incident

2006-05-08T18:50:00.000+09:30

There was a sale. At the local supermarket :p It was the last day too! My sister and I went berzzzerk. Obviously, first things, first. The ice-cream section. Without hesitating, we picked up, ANOTHER Ben & Jerry's, and...drumroll please, Bulla's boysenberry sticks with a yoghurt coating...or wassit white choco?!!! I swear, we have some insatiably crazy expensive taste. We ran screaming to our beloved mother.

How much?

We looked at each other, o_O, and up at the sign. 5% Mommmmyyy. :p It's still a saving!

It's evil i tell you. What they're doing at the supermarket. Trying to con us innocent minds. And so, dear readers, we had to admit we fell prey whilst our mother (and father) just shook their heads, wondering what they ever did wrong in life. Hee :)

It's all because of...IT!

2006-05-08T18:47:00.000+09:30

It was a perfect evening to sit on the verandah and absorb onself in a good book. There, she sat, with her legs propped up on the table. Buried behind those pink covers. Putting her book down occasionally, to, narrow her eyes, and glare maliciously at the brats screaming around like hooligans playing tag.

And then, suddenly, without warning, it happened.

She let out a small, soft burp.

And then, five seconds later, it happened again. This time, it was a deafening, outright, clearly reverberated burp that lasted a whopping 2 seconds. A gust of wind blew. A brat stopped in his tracks. He caught a sniff of the air. His face turned green.

She watched, with a grin. Chicken. Onions. Durian...yes...DURIANSS!

Ah, silent defeat. That should stop some unneccessary screaming now. But no. The brat, turned and ran towards his mum "Mummy i smell durian, I want some!!"

And again, it happened! She let out, yet another earth-shattering burp. This time, all eyes peeled the room for the culprit. Including that small brat. She sat, hiding behind those pink covers. She blames it on all those years of suffering from a compulsive disorder of shopping. Now, if they didnt have those nice little signs showing 50-70% off, she wouldnt be having constant panic attacks. They should list shopping as a cardiovascular activity, really. Because, if she didnt suffer so much panic attacks and heart problems, her gastro-endro-wateverthro system wudnt be so screwed up, and she wouldnt hafta suffer life as a walking burping machine. Then again, it could have just been the durians. It probably was. :p

123456!!!

2006-05-01T01:17:00.000+09:30

Enter the year 2006...yes i know that happened many moonths ago. Something's supecial is a happening!!! Yup yup yup! For the few of us, it's that important transition in our lives. Then there were some who got married. Then there were some who got divorced too. Then there's that nice sparkly shining oh-how-i-love-diamonds Starwalker pen by Mont Blanc which will only happen every 100 years. Can you imagine?!! A floating diamondddd??! Platinum barrel with a 18K white gold nib??? *eyes widen* Ok ok so I'm trailing off. Bah humbugs!

Then there's that special moment, which only happens once every hundred years (yes again)...

01:02:03:04:05:06

The first hour (after midnight), second minute, third second, of the forth of may (this year doh). I only JUST realized how cool it was! Well, after the reading newspaper that is :p So Cool Can Die Dot Com! Hah, there I go again. ^_^ So those of you who are still contemplating to do what you wanted to do but couldnt find the guts to, maybe now...or then would be a good time? Iylia, here's ur chance! Haha, ofcourse, not against your better judgement :p I'll be flying off to Japan/Korea on that day. Oh how i wish. LOL To those of you who'd like to propose to me *koff* it WOULD be a good time to send those proposals in, and dont forget the lavish gift offerings bwahahaha oh, am I delirious as ever.

So Hot Can Die Dot Com

2006-05-01T01:09:00.000+09:30

The birth of the Internet has spurred a many things, paving the path for endless opportunities. It has spurred new trends, new ways of enhancing our lives...one can say it has dramatically changed every aspect of our lives. Heck, it has even affected the way people speak.

During the time I was away from this land I call Dullsville, people have started incorporating DOT COM's to everything...and i mean EVERYTHING. Even Ali from the mamak has an online site. Fancy cow. And there's those people who simply cannot finish their sentences without using the words DOT COM.

Sooooo annoying can die dot com I tell you :p

Take, for example, colleague IThinkMyHairisHot, during a staff meeting, "That was damn cool man. I told him, but he never wanted to listen to me wan. He is another case of those Stupid-Until-Can-Die-Dot-Com"

Then, a few hours later, just before we got off work, another colleague IThinkImHotterThanTheOneWhoThinksHerHairIsHot said to me "Eh you going for drinks later? I dont think I can make it man. I prolly have to stay home, So-Much-Work-Until-Can-Die-Dot-Com..man! Wahlow, damn siao."

I'm probably slow to catch on this phase, but hey, better late than never! And boy is it hard to effortlessly sound like one.

*sighs*

This afternoon, because I am such a filial *koff* good daughter, I braved the scorching heat to pick my mum up from BSC where she was having tea with her friends. Since the Missus takes twice as long as usual, I decided to park the car, and pop in to Cold Storage for some groceries. There I was frolicking around, looking for mustard, and then, lo and behold...I see, with my little eyes, THE VERY LAST BOTTLE OF WHOLE GRAIN MUSTARD...on the top shelf!!

There I was, jumping up and down trying to reach it. And then, suddenly, out of nowhere, I got a good whiff of mMMmmmm manly cologne! I swear I nearly dropped the bottle of gerkins onto myself. I turned around to smack myself into the chest of this tall white guy. Well, he was half white, half chinese. Ahhh. (I wonder what he was doing so near behind me...??) I was hoping my nose would bleed on that impact so I could feign...distress. But, it didnt >_<

I tried to smile nicely at him, without tryin to show I was too embarrassed, or that I was intoxicated by his eau de toilette. :p He offered to reach for the mustard, for me....Aww. I felt like I was Jen Aniston in that Heineken ad, except this time, the guy's alot cuter and he didnt steal it from me. :p

Oh oh oh!

So cute can die dot com. I'm getting the hang of this!

I'm on a roll today I tell ya. Haha my nose is blocked now (hence brain blockage), so I cant type anymore. And the horrid friggin weather isnt helping at all. $#%#!#^!@

Adopt-a-Me

2006-04-30T20:06:00.000+09:30

Somebody tell me where I can...

ADVERTISE FOR A NEW FAMILY!!!

It all started when...

Reason #1
Two nights ago, I was dragged AGAINST-MY-OWN-WILL along (by my parents ofcourse) to some "high society" lah-di-dah sorta dinnah. After the meal, the menfolk were commenting on the subject of reckless teenage drivers today and how it has contributed to all that accidents and all that gist. Then this Mr OldMan said that though some of these drivers are good at heart, with no intentions to be reckless whatsoever, they are still IMPATIENT nonetheless. And my beloved father happily chirped in "My daughter is a living specimen of that breed". WTF?!! My very own father. Hang on to that thought, I'm beginning to doubt that now. Hmmph.

Chauvinist sexist male beings you people!! As a result, I had to endure the whole night of old men saying to me stuff like "Girl, remember to be drive safe next time. Slow and steady" OR "My dear, you must be careful on the road these days. There are alot of men out there who also want to take advantage of girls like you." Now you know why I'm not allowed to drive out alone at night. Because there are hamsup old men who want to molest younger girls like me.

Molestation issues aside, I will never forgive my daddy for saying what he said. Reckless I am def not, but impatient...maybe :) So much for being daddy's girl.

Reason #2
Now, observe in the picture below. Tell me, dear readers, just how many tubs of ice-cream can you spot??

Six? Or did i hear SEVEN?? It might look like every kid's dream version of what to expect when you open the freezer compartment, but not ours! Well, not my sis' and I that is (we only just realized this today).

3 tubs of Ben & Jerry's. 1 Baskin Robbins. 1 Dreyers. 1 Blue Bunny. 1 erm Le Cremiera (Tiramisu flavour).

THEN there's all that cheese cake, cheese tarts, roast chickens. What's with all that fattening FAT FAT food?!!?!!! My sis and I suspect that our father, or parents for that matter are out to fatten us both so they can send us off for arranged marriages!!! Hmmph we have foiled their master plan.

Imagine.........Oh meet our beloved plump ones. Good health. Big hips to support childbirth. Prosperity you will have!

It's quite obvious there's been some sorta setup here!!!

Reason #3
I'm still thinking of a good one...Gimme some time. The ice-creams'-a-eating into my smart braincells. >_<

Self-proclaimed food connoisseur, moi!

2006-04-25T01:25:00.001+09:30

People who started this tag business, listen up...YOUR DAYS ARE NUMBERED!!! Two weeks ago, Mush so lovingly email tagged me, and I had half a mind to retaliate by NOT replying at all, but waddaya know, I have no will power, so I replied anyways. :p Then it got me thinking about my favourite foodSss over lunch.

I dont have just 4...6...7...or 10 fave foods for that matter. The list is neverending!! Holy cow!! It's a wonder i dun pile on em calories and get phat. Ah bless the high metabolism rates. But i'm no anorexica either, heck anorexic is when you have no boobs and ass, and are stick thin! I have ass and boobs, with thin wrists! Therefore, i SO do not fall under that category, AND I haf flabs instead of abs now..maybe a tad bit :p

And so some of my fave foods so far are...

BBQ Spare ribbbbbbbsssssss
Jacket potatoes with oodles and oodles of cheese, sour cream, melted butter n chivesss
Pigs in blanket
Fish and chips!!
Lobster thermidoreeeeeee (oh hell I am drooling on the comp)
Creaaammmy pasta carbonara
Ramli chicken burgers

Buttered sourdough rolls (fresh from the oven) stuffed with tender, plump slices of smoked salmon and crisp greens and onions, smattered with fresh capers bursting with their saltiness.

Oven-fresh scones with a generous serve of raspberry jam and vanilla rich cream, so fine it tastes like ice-cream itself, and a pot of earl grey to wash it down. London's best

Then there's...

KFC KFC KFC!! Oh what heavenly chickens.
A&W Onion rings (with Root beer!!)
Pizza hut's freshly toasted garlic bread
Wendy's fish burger
Mackers' chicken McNuggets

And also...

Generous, bordering on lavish, servings of roche gelati on Lygon.

Tiramisu with more MORE kahlua, baileys, and mascarponeeeeeee. Yes pleaseee.

Baileys banana, bread and butter pudddinggggg.

Not to forget that orgasmic (ORGASMIC i tell ya!) experience age 11...

..a rich trail of hot fudge oozing out of the soft moist composite of chocolate fudge sponge, served with a dollop of rich cream - Hot chocolate fudge pots at LA's Disney Land

I have gotta stop this nonsense before I dehydrate myself from excessive drooling.

I WISHH...I WISHHHH...I have all these foods in front of me nowwwww!!

*squints*

*opens one eye*

Nooo? SOOOOOOOOBBBBBBBB :(

Curses

2006-04-18T14:37:00.000+09:30

Blast! Drat! And tarnation!!!!
It's been rain, rain and more rain!!
Somebody fly me to the Caribbean :p
I feel even more of a couch hog now with all these rain.
Somebody pleaseeeeeee..fly me somewhere happier hehe

Oh btw, my car window was smashed yesterday, my road tax stolen, and my number plates too. "Oh btw" was prolly an understatement to my reaction yesterday when i found out. %^&^$@%%^&^#@!! I wonder what were those thugs thinking??! They shud haf just taken the whole darn thing! I thought my Winnie the Poo & friends cusheeyon was stolen also, but only to find it a few metres, TORN APART down the road. YOU FUCKERRRSS!!! But, i must say, they were professionals, there was not a speck of broken glass on my leather inside..and they took the correct road tax - I tend to be too lazee to rip out the old one when it expired. :p A decade ago, someone tried to steal the road tax off one of the company's car, but ended up taking the wrong one. Never have i seen such a dim-witted imbecile. But this one got away. I wonder if there was some conspiracy. Hmmmm...

Why not the mercedes?
Why not the old beemer?
Why not the honda?
Why not the kelisa?
Why MY car?!!!

(which were all parked outside)

And p/s, FYI, i do NOT owe ppl money!!!

Curses!! CURRSEESSS!!!! Mofos! Scum of a scum. Maybe I shud put a sign on the car now to invite other intelligent-er people to steal the car. I should leave the door open too. I swear this car is jinxed. It's crapping my entire fortune(s)..from happening. Hmmph.

Edit: I made a mistake with their so called "professionalism", apparently my driver cleaned up some of the glass inside, that's why there was no glass, but the fact that they bothered to use a glass cutter instead of smashing the whole window tells you something doesn't it?

I, Robot.

2006-04-10T16:40:00.000+09:30

I am having paranoia of sorts. Argh.
Hoorah for the great delusional one.

Anyway, I find that my lovers Ben & Jerry do a swell job of keeping it at bay. *smiles proudly*

This week, is Migraine Days for stef...I've forgotten how it feels like to have a clear head. Not that my head has EVER been clear - it's always filled with clouds of love, of fantasies and yes, my neverending delusions. We, of the same will-o'-the-wisp breed tend to flock together.

Shasha, JacJac and I are still squabbling over who gets to be with Chad on which days. :p Mush thinks she'll have a raunchy session with sunglasses guy in the store room, have kids and then get married. See how she has lost em marbles. And me, I will marry my korean lover, have kids and then live happily ever after. Though, I might face "permanent extermination" from the male LOL

The mind, is just like the computer...or vice versa. I mean, the comp was built after all based on the simple thinking processes of us human beings, these were also the basic founding principles of cognitive theories. Back in high school, i was like a P4, even though it wasnt even invented then, I had an endless source of memory space. But what happened now?! When I was clearing out my old books the other day, I came across my French grammar books, and despite my short-lived happy moment, my brain started aching like it has never ached before. It's like I have this impenetrable wall encompassing my mind. Nothing seems to be absorbing! Nothing WANTS to be absorbed!

...as if my korean lover's image is taking up too much space! :p hohoho

Warning! Warning! System overload! Auto-shutdown activated!

Bah!

Even yesterday, everything was going so well after my swim, and nice day out with my mum and sis, when suddenly at night, I had to fill out a form in Malay, and lo & behold....that nagging pain is back. @#$$^% I needed 2 advils. Maybe its just the malay language, but even with reading my mum's japanese books, i started feeling a tad bit erm dense? What's the meaning of this?!!

Am i destined to live the rest of my life a dimwit, with limited capacity?? If i was a comp, I'm definitely a failing cranky OLD model. *sob* Or am i just not cut out to be multilinguist...its that wat its called?

WHY! WHY! WHY!

Stuck onto him

2006-04-07T20:49:00.000+09:30

Everytime he calls me
Everytime he msgs me
Everytime I hear his name

...my heart skips a beat.

WHY DOES IT STILL HAPPEN?!!?!

Me, myself and my delusional self.

2006-04-01T02:15:00.000+10:30

It's a Friday night, it's 15 to, I just got back from dinnah.
After a nice hot refreshing shower, my bed didnt look so enticing anymore.
@#$#^%$@! So i sat myself down, ready to work again. *groan*
Think of the money in the end. The money....the moooneyyy.

Then i thought of something else.
(I always welcome distractions at this time of the day)
I deserted my laptop, and skipped to my CD shelf.
There, in its little pink glory, was the man-of-my-tonight's dream on the cover (pic below) :p
So i decided that tonight, i will have a foursome. Yes, a FOURSOME.
MMMmmmmmMmm

Me. My korean lover. And Ben & Jerry. ;)

*woot*

Then there came that griping voice again. The money...the mooonney.
Goddamnit. So i had no choice but to split my brain in half.
Multi-tasking. What i do best. HAH.

Oh the money. When have i become-ed so possessed?!
Which reminds me. My 16 yr old cousin seeked my opinion on prospective jobs. He wanted "fast fast lotsa money". I told him to go rob a bank. :)

Happy lub story

2006-03-29T02:56:00.000+10:30

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

2006-03-22T14:33:00.000+10:30

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

2006-03-21T02:24:00.000+10:30

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

2006-03-16T01:47:00.000+10:30

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

2006-03-10T01:00:00.000+10:30

! 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*

------------------------------------------------------
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

2006-03-02T17:20:00.000+10:30

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. :)

Loathesome and lonesome

2006-02-27T01:49:00.000+10:30

I HATE with a passion the thought of waking up everyday, to face myself in the mirror that I'm doing this for the money. What a griping thought. Yes, welcome to the real (world), unwholeseome and ironically so-full-of-pretense world of work. I miss melbourne. I miss my friends. I miss my fatso. I miss my pre-assignment and pre/post exam stress! I miss having to suffer during boring lectures. I miss skiving lessons (lol). I MISS IT ALL! There was that one chance. Gone in a flash. What, really do we all work so hard for? For the food, for the roof over our heads, for a better life? We all just wanna be famous and have stashes of cash in our backyard with hooters' chicks on our front yard (chad michael murray for mine!). Yes, dun we all. If i pray hard enough, maybe a bag of gold will fall from the sky, knock my enemies out cold, and I can live happily ever after with cha...my booboo ofcourse. Lah di dah!

Happy Birthday Mommyy!

2006-02-20T19:12:00.000+10:30

Monday morning blues. Or, afternoon for me. Had late night with the parents yesterday celebrating my mummy's birthday. :) I swear this week went by superdooficiously quickly. I can barely remember what happened (and no hunnie, it's not my memory problem, BAH!)

My highlights for the week were:-

1) Finally received my vee day pressie from the male! *WHEE*
2) Home "fine dining" with my parents
3) Going on ICQ :p

It has finally come-ed!!
After some long impatient anticipation, and fluttering heartbeats...i finally received my long-awaited surprise from the love of my life. Unfortunately, no Godiva..but tis okay, i got yummy truffles, though the hand-written card was the best of all. It made me cry! Damnit :p Then again, many things make me cry too hehehe I'm just so darn emotional, my babes can def testify to that. So, despite the shortcoming in our vee day this year, I'd say it was one of the best so far :)

The surprise dinnah
Yes we finally did it! My sis and I enslaved ourselves...right from the very wee early hours of the morning till erm nightfall. I do not remember for the life of me the last time i woke up this early on a Saturday...at 8am, which resulted in 5 rounds of snoozes before I actually got my arse out of bed - it takes us both collectively 2 hours to eat brekky, get ready etc! :p Obviously not to start cooking, to go get groceries and erm, fall prey to the many attractively bootiful clothings in the mall. *grins*

So intsead of whipping up the usual 3 course meal as we did many moons ago, this time, we attempted a sorta 6 course degustation with matching wines!

Let me impart to you, my dear readers, what the menu for the night was:

An assortment of Bruschettas
Bacon-Wrapped Pineapples
Honey Mustard Grilled Drumettes
With Champagne Peach Cocktails

Fillet of Sole in Lemon Parsley Butter
Mashed potatoes with garlic cream sauce
Stuffed Tuscan Mushrooms
Steamed buttered vegetables
(Accompanied by 2004 Yarra Valley Unwooded Chardonnay)

Marbled Brownies Topped with Hot Chocolate Fudge
Cookies & Cream Ice-Cream
(Accompanied by 2005 The Wanderers Moscatito)

Knowing us, it wasnt exactly all well-planned because we only just agreed on this 48hrs before. The worst was when i discovered to my horror that our beloved placemats were missing, and had to use some tacky plastic ones in place, which wasnt our idea of a fine dining experience - we eventually found out that my aunt had borrowed our nicer ones, and well, dont think we'd be expecting to see it anytime soon, not for the next century at least. :p The brownie was yummm, but a tad bit too chewy (NEVER try new recipes during such an occasion!). Nonetheless, my parents were happy...and proud. :)

Then, there was also a problem with the chardonnay, tasted as if it had been "over fermented"!? You cant exactly taste the sweetness of the wine, it tastes just like..plain alcohol, in its purest form, if you know what I mean. After a few sips, mum said to us girls "If you get high and start taking your clothes off, I'm not gonna care about you...but if I do, then lock me in the room, please...with your daddy *giggles*"

OH FOR PETE'S SAKE! >_<

We havent even started dinner yet. Blegh.

THe ICQ Experience
Guess what peeps. I went on ICQ yesterday night! It's been like, what...8ish years since I last went on? I fink. And, no surprise really, nobody was on. :p That was really funny, i guess MSN has now definitely taken over the world. If any of you guys are still using it, tis okay to admit, no shame to it. tee hee

Work work work!

2006-02-17T16:05:00.000+10:30

I never knew work could be so...so...laborious. Sonofagun.
I am completely knackered. Beaten. Exhausted. SLEEP i need!
This weekend I shall declare myself physically, and
possibly mentally incapacitated :p Oh crap!
There's also mummy's surprise birthday dinnah to plan.
God i hope she wont read this anytime soon lol
I came across this *click* which I fink wud be good for
laughs, for those of you who are slaving it out
in the office right now, like i am. *laughs gleefully*

Happy Vee Day

2006-02-14T16:47:00.000+10:30

Dear Booboo,

I miss..

...you deliberately aggravating me just so you can make me laugh and be happy again >.<

...you cooking for me, and holding that spatula of yours, pretending to be like J.O

...lying, and rolling around in bed with you, wrestling and doing nonsensical things in the early mornings

...the drives to the mountains for homemade pies! *yumm*

...your crunchy prawn noodles, CHAR SIEW!!! And red bean shoop (altho i still think i boil better shoops! Detoxxxx :p)

...the way you laugh at me when I've done/said something utterly embarassingly silly.

...holding your phat fingers when I'm shopping, walking...or anywhere for that matter

...hearing you scream out [nickname-you-call-me] when you need something

...the way you look into my eyes (and away hehe) when you tell me you love me, and then showering me with kissies

...seeing your happy surprised face when ive bought/baked you something SWEET to satisfy your insatiable craving for all things SUGA >.<

...the way you creep up behind me to harass me when I'm trying to concentrate hard on cooking!

...your silly expressions when I start pouting and sulking

...having to scream and jump up and down at you to turn off that PS2 contraption!

...the little surprises you plan for me, and all the thought and effort you put into making your cranky baby happy.

...the way you tickle my neck in the mornings with your potentially sexy unshaved chin (and non-existent moustache) :p

Nobody's going to love me better
I'm going to stick with you forever
Nobody's going to take me higher
You know how to appreciate me
I'm going to stick with you my baby
Nobody ever made me feel this way

I just miss you teddy, and I wish wish and WISH that you are here, or I am there.

Once again, we've missed another Valentine's Day, and this year, your birthday. I miss you so much bubba that, without you here, things cannot be completely perfect. Nothing seems right hunnie. :(

Happy birthday and Happy Valentine's Day my fatty...I miss you heaps, but I will always love you. :)

Lotsa kishies & hugs,
Your baby.

Of Men and Pigs

2006-02-13T19:09:00.000+10:30

Back when I was 17, I USED to think that I was a man in my past life because...

I fart and burp (mostly) burp like one
I swear like one
I hated doing household chores
I used to be able to drink like one
I used to eat like one (hungry ogre)

But obviously now, that view has changed. Instead, I believe I was a pig. Simply because...

I still burp continuously like one
I grunt (swear) like one
I sleep like one
I mope like one
(I do not drink like a man anymore)
(I cant eat as much as a man anymore)

...speaking of which also reminds me that coincidentally, exactly three years ago, I mass forwarded this rather intriguing email.

If you yelled for 8 years, 7 months and 6 days you would have produced enough sound energy to heat one cup of coffee. (Hardly seems worth it.)

If you farted consistently for 6 years and 9 months, enough gas is
produced to create the energy of an atomic bomb. (Now that's more like it!)

The human heart creates enough pressure when it pumps out to the body to squirt blood 30 feet. (O.M.G.!)

A pig's orgasm lasts 30 minutes. (In my next life, I want to be a pig again)

A cockroach will live nine days without its head before it starves to death. (Creepy.)

(I'm still not over the pig.)

Banging your head against a wall uses 150 calories an hour. (Do not try this at home...... maybe at work.)

The male praying mantis cannot copulate while its head is attached to its body. The female initiates sex by ripping the male's head off. ("Honey, I'm home. What the....?!")

The catfish has over 27,000 taste buds. (What could be so tasty on the bottom of a pond?)

Some lions mate over 50 times a day. (I still want to be a pig in my next life...quality over quantity)

An ostrich's eye is bigger than its brain. (I know some people like that.)

Starfish have no brains. (I know some people like that too.)

Humans and dolphins are the only species that have sex for pleasure. (What about the pigs??!)

...which brings me to my conclusion, ladies and gentlemen that, pigs still have it going! Hah, so everytime my mum curses at the pig of me, I just go "Why thank you". Though, i do wish still that my orgasms would last 30 mins. I might just die of a heart attack *LOL* :p

Dum di dum

2006-02-07T01:35:00.000+10:30

Lust lust LUSTing after this i am.

*dRooLs*

I wonder what will Cupid bring me next Toosday?

*innocently blinks*

Quelqu'un alimentent mes cravings avant que j'eclate!

*crave crave*

In retrospect, the Year 2005...and 2006 ahead.

2006-02-04T21:27:00.000+10:30

It is my first boring day at work. Why isnt it boring when my baby is around?! I had to be swamped with work when he's around. And, I JUST realized that I've drastically neglected my blog. Better now than never. :p

I'm sure by now that word has got around that my fatso is no longer in the same country as I, hence, the recent downpour. I mean, what else is there that I can do than to revel at my unproductive drowning-pillows-with-tears session each time this happens? Well, I've thought about it - apart from my mood swings (result of pms) I will allow myself a few days of sorrows, and I should be back on my feet! Yesiree..and I should ultimately focus on building my empire. :p It is also during this time, too much free time I must say, that I have done some self-reflection on the previous year.

As always, reflecting on the past...seems almost surreal how quickly another year has pranced by. Some changes, which definitely have been rather significant to my life, some of which have taught me to be a better person, to open my eyes and see finally for myself what truly lies beyond that horizon separating the good and bad. This is the year, I told myself, as always I tell myself at the beginning of each year to be a better person, to be a better daughter, grandaughter, sister, friend, and girlfriend. There might have been times I may have failed, but with each mistake, I have come to accept the fact that, there is no such thing as being "perfect". I should really have accepted this fact a long time ago, but I was just living in denial, thinking that I can be the ultimate one. Maybe, it is time to truly be who I am and to completely honest, lest all I do is fool others as well as myself.

My graduation has definitely marked the beginning of a new year..and life ahead of me. Having to be the oldest, and having to put everything aside for the sake of my family was not what I could have foreseen. This is not the transition I had pictured as a little girl, but as times change, so have the people, and everything else around us. And yes, as I yearn to be a better daughter to my parents, there are sacrifrices to be made, even if it means giving up some part of my happiness, just so other people can be happy. My huns has often taught (and reminded) me to do things for the greater good, and I am truly thankful that despite the fact that he's not always there physically for these special moments, he is always here with me, in my mind, heart and soul.

For everything that has been made possible, and the thrills in life, you guys, my friends are who I'm truly grateful for. And my family, above all, are my ultimate pillars of strength. I wish, I could walk through the rest of my life holding someone's hand, so I know I wont fall, or there's at least someone to stop me from walking into a puddle. But i guess there are some journeys one must make on our own.

This is the year, I shall be by my family's side, and not at my love's. This is also the year i shall embrace carpe diem. With hope, my love will be with me through this journey. With hope, my friends will support me through this journey, and I will too support you guys, as you have done for me, throughout this lifetime. :)

2006-02-02T01:35:00.000+10:30

It's been days of crying, and emotional outbursts.
Nobody can understand the painful loneliness she feels,
Nobody will know how she dreads to wake up
to find herself all alone, not in his arms.
She wakes up to welcome a new day, in hope that it is time,
Only to find that the time is nowhere near
Till she can finally see him again, to be happy,
Once again in his arms.

Merry X'mas and a Happee New Yar!

2005-12-30T01:53:00.000+10:30

I'm back! I'm back! I'm back! Well ok, enuf hoohaa's, its just lil ol moi. For those of you who've missed me so so soooooooooo badly, worry not! Your time will come when we shall meet and...catch up? I was gonna say dance under the moonlight, but I only do dat wif special people. Ok, person. I'm yakking like there's no tomorrow and like some insane psycho person - the person I am, but now that i'm seated in fry-my-arse-overcooked weather, my brain is being tossed into the grill too. Hence, the extra gibberish. So, there was my bday, and a VERY disappointing turnout I must say hmmph! But ofcourse to those who wished me well, and who didnt actually deliberately forgot my bday just coz I (accidentally) forgot theirs, I love you too! Fanx, fanx :)

Bday gone, one year older again *groan* (i still refuse to be an ol fart) Come new year! Ah the time for those forever procrastinated new year resolutions. I remember reading somewhere that nursing a grudge can make you sick. Apprently, harboring negative thoughts about someone restricts blood flow, decreases oxygen consumption and throws your immune and gastrointestinal system out of whack. That's why i like to believe in "live and let live", but sometimes my grudge is just too overpoweringly powderful that it throws my sanity off course. My resolution once again would be to live happy. Haha as if it's so difficult. o_O

All i need is tender loving care. *looks in a certan direction*

Well, alot of ppl may never forget how their ex's dumped them, but (take it from a certified half psychologist) you will sleep better, be more energetic and be happier if you can put it behind you (as well as cursing them to remind us that karma works in strange ways). Resolve when we want to, and not just blatantly coming up with resolutions on Jan 1 just for the sake of it, and NOT keeping to it (sounds like me in some ways). :p New Year resolutions are meant to be broken tee hee Heck, everyday can be Jan 1! I'd like to think everyday can be my birthday too (doo da doo da), or better still, Valentine's Day. Ahh the fantasy world I live in >.<

P/S Pix are on ze way! Happy hols possums!! xoxo

And so they both said...

2005-11-18T17:46:00.000+10:30

(I've taken to using totally unrelated titles, excuse me) hehe I've been out of this blogging thingo for quite some time, no? And people are beginning to wonder if I'm still live and kicking - yes, i am after all sitting here on my fat arse typing this crap. For those of you who know me a wee bit better wud prolly already figured out that I am...

1) Done wif exams
2) Busy holiday-ing
3) Busy with my booboo

...therefore I have no time to blog. :) Oh believe me when I say i DO occasionally think of things to put on my blog every nite before i snooze off wif the male. I do! Knowing me, those precious muses just seep out as fast as my money goes. :p My huns claims I haf an extremely hopeless and incurable case of forgetfulness...I object!! >.<

*pauses*

And so, some plain ol boring updates...

- I am jobless and unofficially a graduate (woohoo - wat better combo)
- I am grieving the absence of my booboo
- Oh yes, in relation to point #2 above, the male just left the country yesterday
- And in relation to #2 AND #3, I am now lonely and depressed :p
- My attention whore-ness has risen to an all time high
- I've been eating and shopping like there's no tomorrow
- I HAVENT been partaying coz my partymates haf...also left the country
- I am stuck here in melb till I receive news that I am an OFFICIAL graduate.

...apart from the usual of what I do best i.e. frolicking in the rain, sleeping and pretending I have an endless stash of cash. Yes I'd like to think that. So maybe I am delusional after all. :p

*sings*

"My booboo lies over the oceeeee-oooooaannn..
My booobooo lies over the seeeEAAAAaaaaaaaa,
My booboo lies over the oceeeaannnn, so bring
back my booBooo to meEeeeeee-heee-eeeeeeeeee"

I swear all ears catch my voice when I sing.
So does the broken shattered glass.
Oh, wat a wunnerful world. *twirls*
Happy holidays possums! :)

Good luck peeps!

2005-10-29T13:52:00.000+09:30

Everybody stay calm...as you already probably realized, there were no casualties reported in the news which only means one thing - I did not go shopping :p lol and shasha dun make me sound so bad, we both know who's the crazy chicca when it comes to MNG sales *innocent smile*

Mush, i've been played. The weather gods seemed to control my ill-fated destiny of NOT allowing me to leave the premises of my apartment, and hence no shopping...not just yet. Hmmph But i shant give up! Nope. I am determined to go after my last paper, what more better way than to celebrate with retail therapy! WOooOOhOoo! But i'm also guessing by then, I would have gained some extra flabs as a result of an uncalled eating disorder caused by excessive levels of STRESSS (and not to mention PMS)! Grrrrr. But my booboo has been the supporting darling he is by helping me to relax with some challenging game(s) of Checkers! It's my new infatuation now - to kick his buttocks! Which, I havent had any luck recently *hmmph* it is a stimulating activity nonetheless, but sadly enough, the stimulation stops just as the game ends :p Woe betide, I've lost all hope to concentrate. If it appears that I cant seem to converse properly, it is most likely associated with the diffuse atrophy of my brain.

Anyhoo...good luck u guys (sorry bout the late wishes), let's just kick some arses together aye? If you ever need a brain stimulator, you know who to call (no, not my booboo, ME! ME!) *grins* xoxo -me-

The University of Blogging

Presents to
Stephanie Yang

An Honorary
Bachelor of
Psychotic Ranting

Majoring in
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2005-10-25T23:39:00.000+09:30

My mission tomorrow (during study lunch break) is to walk calmly into Bettina Liano and try a pair of jeans. And...hopefully...IT WONT GO UP ONE SIZE BIGGER! My last visit was...beginning of this year, and I was sitting on a STRETCHED-25 to 26 :p *sings the chicken song* keep your fingers crossed my lovelies and hopefully I can come home with the jeans I've so long waited for.

...and maybe a little detour at MNG since they're having a pre-season sale. What a sodding coincidence. Hmmph.

2005-10-22T22:46:00.000+09:30

So here I am trying to revise for my psych paper. Then I came across this bit, part of a lecture which I apparently missed (one of the many) hehehe *whistles innocently*

"Borderline personality disorder (BPD) was adopted by the DSM as an offical diagnosis in 1980. Patients with BPD are argumentative, irritable, sarcastic blah blah blah their unpredictable and impulsive behaviour, which may include gambling, spending, indiscriminate sexual activity, and eating sprees, is potentially self-imaging...blah blah blah they cannot bear to be alone, have fears of abadonment, and demand attention. Subject to chronic feelings of depression and emptiness, they often attempt suicide and engage in self-mutilating behaviours!"

This is where the drumroll comes in. This caught my attention BECAUSE i am:
- argumentative and irritable
- unpredictable and impulsive behaviour (spending & eating!!) AND
- cannot bear to be alone,
- have fears of abadonment,
- demand attention

GAK!!! I have borderline BPD???!!! No wonder I've always been so psycho-hyper. There ARE some psycho-cells in me! *halp* hehehe who am i kidding? :p

...and I didnt know narcissism was a personality disorder too

*sob*

I want my...i need someBaArBdY to hold me :p

Well ok, jokes aside (were u really thinking i twas flipped??! *GASP*), I skipped the Sass & Bide sale today. *sighs* It IS a good thing, i get to save money, and it shows that I CAN after all control myself.

I do not give in to temtpation!
I do not give in to evil!
I do not give in to an evil-spouting teddy! (as if)
I DO give in to chocolates...
...and people who bribe me wif choccies 0:)

You know it's an a-grade piece of heaven when you feel orgasmic. Oh celestial bliss! Speaking of which, check this site out - it's absolutely hilarious!! :) Then again most GOOD choccies send me into an orgasmic shock. Mmmmmmm more more moreeeeeee! *squeals*

Buy buy buy!!!

2005-10-22T11:08:00.000+09:30

Sass & Bide's having warehouse clearance sales!!!

*screams*

Kookai's having warehouse clearance sales!!!

*screams screams*

...whether or not I will buy is a different story :p

...whether or not I will goo is a different story :p

I wonder if daddy will mind.

But the male will also go bezerk if i overspend. o:)

But for a très maigre person like myself,
Should i be spending on food or clothes? :D
I should also save up to buy those nice clothes at DFO rite bubba?

o_O *pauses*

Sales sales huge savings!!!

*screams again*

Pansy and the Beast

2005-10-20T11:41:00.000+09:30

If it isnt bad enough already that I have been deprived of sleep recently, that I had to experience my neighbours mating. And i mean mating! Those nitwits do not even sound human at all. Firstly, the "male" mater cannot stop giggling, that is if he's really a 'he' in the first place. And the she-male, okla, i mean female cannot stop grunting. This is like an obscene remake of Pansy and the Beast.

Her: Oh come onnn...lowerrrr...eeeee..come on!!
Him: *giggles* aiyaaa....
Her: comee onnnnnnnnnn
Him: *giggles* ahhh
Her: come on do it...lowerrr...*snorts*

Me: WTFF! FUX SAKE just goo!!!

Him: *giggles*
Her: *snort snort* ahhh
Him: *giggles*
Her: Eh, i cant feel ur pen-is*..wat happened??!!

(i think she meant to say penis...)

(and i think also this is where he stopped giggling)

Me: OMFG! Gawd give me strength as i attempt to assasinate these nitwits.

Maybe before i resort to such rational decisions, I should...sound-proof my walls?!!! *grumble* At 3.50 a.m and cranky neighbours (i.e. moi), there's no such thing as "freedom of love".

What must one do to rid this world of such imbeciles?

Now I hafta work on my theoretical essay which I've been putting off for so long, with a blocked nose and a blocked brain. I'm sick again, maybe coz i was frolicking around in the rain again. *sighs* What did i do wrong in my past life to deserve such stupidity, on myself and around me. Grrrr.

*NB: She really, literally pronounced "it" as pen-is (and not penis) *SCREAMS*

2005-10-19T11:21:00.000+09:30

It has come to my attention recently that my previous posts have been rather zany? hehe Or am I usually this psycho-hyper? o_O

Is it because it's finally THE END of the semester?

Is it because my exams are ending soon?

Is it because I can finally enjoy my holidays with my booboo?

Is it because I am finally done with undergraduate studies?

Or, is it because I'm just purely intoxicated?

I must be high on something...

Eating disorder

2005-10-18T17:21:00.000+09:30

Divorce my lougong i shall!!

*breathes fire*

I should just convert myself to a dragonpig instead of a vain peacock which cant do shit (in terms of DEFENCE from evil spouting teddies! hmmph) in times like these.

I reckon I would be a rather adorable one too haha speaking of which..

I think it's the stress that's lowering me to this state...of madness.
I've been eating like there's no tomorrow, which one might consider a FATkins diet (Quote Yng Lyn, 2005). My mum would be happy, although I dun think she will be if she found out i was stuffing myself wif the wrong kinda food. I've been reduced to a junk food junkie. *sob*

My First Class milk choco wafers were recently on specials at Safeway, I grabbed ahem 3 boxes and finished them within two weeks. For breakfast, I've been stuffing myself with bacon/mushroom/cheese omelette topped with oodles of mayooooo (not everyday ofcourse - it takes too much work for the VP of Lazy Co.), and a glass of strawberrry & banannana smoothie to wash it all down. Lunch, I go lo..or less on the tumtum :p Just a slice of pie, some ice-cream and a glass of cranberry juice. For dinnah, i recently felt like spoiling myself so i made some scrumptious bbq spare ribs wif heaps of mash portatoes, accompanied by a glass of 2001 Cockfighter's Ghost Barossa Valley Shiraz. That's the way life should be e-v-e-r-y-d-a-y. :) I think in two weeks time when i see my baby, and I jumped on him, we wuda go crashing THROUGH the floor and not on the floor. 0:)

Apart from that, my housemate has recently got me hooked on honey soy (milk) chai tea! I've got to a point of despseration so bad, that if i were to be placed on drips (touch wood), that's prolly the shit i wud like, apart from my beloved baaaaaaaaileys. *hick*

Blessed curse.

Un!!

2005-10-17T00:55:00.000+09:30

(un = one)

You can tell alot of a person by judging the way they call the people around them. Take for instance your royal vain-ness, moi...my years as an undergraduate as reduced me to only associate with the word ONE. I WILL be numba one. I aM numba one. I am the great one. One love (my lougong). One life. One...everything la (except for cars and clothes and accessories etc). Haha u get the idea :p

One would probably characterize me as a vain but talented but lovely but not-so-intellectual but lazee PIG. Note the word, l-a-z-y. So because I am lazy, and that i work hard to be lazy, I also seek to transform the people around me...did that make sense (my brain is so totally fried now)?

Examples of these transformations...

Hunnie: hunnie = teddy = booboo = hunnnnn
Sister: rachel = rachey = mei = schoobs = oi
Shirin: shirinnie poo = shirinniee = rinz
Zhong: Zhongie = Uncle Z = Z
Eeva: Mushu = bub = mush
Fadillah: Lala = La
Esther: Esthey poo = esthey = est
Sharon: Shasha = love = shaz
Jac: JacJac = hoi sam guo = jac
Everyone else: Helloooo = arlo arlo = oi

I mean, for e.g., who on earth would go around saying, "Oh! I'm suffering from a bad case of circadian desynchronization". Only silly ppl like myself would understand that coz, I hafta learn stupid nonsensical words like that for psych.

Waste of breath. Waste of energy.

People would also go "Wat in the gibberish?!! o_O"

Waste of my intellect cells too.

But..

"Oh! I'm suffering from a bad case of J-E-T L-A-G!"

..Everyone will be happy. I will be :p

That's why, I'm a firm believer of monosyllablelism. Amen to that.

Must love me!!

2005-10-14T11:19:00.000+09:30

Did you guys see what my *cough cough splutter choke* handsome hero wrote in the comments of my previous post?

*shakes bum* <-- i do dat especially when i'm infuriated

Grrrr. Someday you'll get it baby. SOMEDAY!! >.<

Anyways, caught a movie yesterday night with the girls (thurs = girls nite out) *grins* - "Must Love Dogs", and I fink i enjoyed it!! I dun love it whole, but although the script isnt what you'd consider a job well done for such actors deserving of it (if you know wat i mean) it was not too bad nonetheless wif a few perks here and there! It was worth my 8 quids :) Yes im an ol sentimental love fool. And because there was only the handful of us in the theatre, we giggled our hearts out like little teenage girls. How silly. :p

Oh oh! I also absolutely James Blunt's song, Wisemen. I've loved it for awhile now, but just never crossed my mind to mention it here. I mean, the beginning of the song i.e. the accompaniment is just...nice!

Look who's alone now,
It's not me,
It's not me...

...gotta ask urself the question
Where are you now?

*laughs evily*

(I'm not being vindictive here I swear)!!

Ahem, so...Ive been coughing so much that i fink i coughed my lungs out of place that it landed right smack on toppa my kidneys. And now it hurts everywhere. Ohhhh the pain.

It's not a stewpid theory >.< It makes perfect sense! Hands up those of you who agree. I thought so...my loyal subjects. Bwahaha

Btw, I'm not quite allergic to flowers (altho its meant to be hayfever season now), so feeeel freeeeeeee to send and/or shower me wif gifts, I'm sure it'll help speed up the recovery process.

*blinks*

*innocent smile*

If you're thinking stef has gone bazookas and eccentric even before she hit 65, you might be on the right track. It is after all, the last week of sem and the first week of exams. And not just that, it's my first and last week of exams of my entire undergraduate life. I have every right to lose my marbles. :]

Finalllyyy...

2005-10-13T16:27:00.000+09:30

....I'm engaged!!!! *gasp*....

...NOT!!

Engaged to my work is more like it. Ah the joys of wishful thinking and daytime phantasm (or woolgathering as my mum likes to put it :p)

Once in awhile, when I am radically bored out of my wits, I will conjure and rouse up such 'provocative rumours' hehe for the fun of it (yes i think i need to get out more), and this is the farthest I've gone. Thou shalt not tell the male. 0:)

Besides, mush promised to get married before me hehehe bridal showerr *wheee* And then shiriniee poo, then shasha and jacjac (u guys should just get married on the same day), erm and the rest of u guys. I will be somewhere in the middle coz i dun want to be left out *giggle*

WAT AM I SAYING!!

Someone slap me :p

Anyways, back to my daily platitudinous "updates" - Well, over the past six days, I’ve done some ‘due diligence’ on the subject of ‘ADHD’, as much as I can hack, in fact. It’s a crappy subject.

Now I’m returning to my world of positive, i-love-my-booboo and oh-the-pain-in-studying-psych, where the sun is shining and the sky is blue and the inhabitants believe in the power of true love, so here is a parting overview of my enquiries into the life and times of ADHD...

It's crap. :)

Once again, I had an inspirational blog-muse before I fell asleep yesterday night and ONCE AAGAIN, i forgot. AARGH. I told myself i'd remember.."yes yes yes, you will remember stef", and when i woke up this a.m., i was like o_O.

I can see the male laughing (falling) off his chair now.

Hmmph.

Epilogue (for the day)

2005-10-10T23:06:00.000+09:30

I hate being sick!! I'm sick of being sick!

At least my body responds better to the weather here. Ahh, I wonder if i haf a fighting chance to stay here longer and not go back to KL for good?

The thought scares me. :(

And i know it scares you guys too coz then there would be no one else wif so much psycho-energy as me. Awww :p

Well, on a happier note, I can finally kiss sleepless nights goodbye thanks to super-drowsy cough syrups!

*wheee*

*hick*

To Be or Not to BE?

2005-10-09T23:50:00.000+09:30

I just realized something. My life (future) is in jeopardy...as a "budding psychiatrist". Critics have pointed out an important facet of objective diagnosis in light of the recent misdiagnosis of ADHD (which I am currently researching for my "thesis"). Take, for example...

I can invent a disease today called VainPeacock's disease, and I could start diagnosing it and writing prescriptions for it. I could start telling you and others that I'm going to validate it sometime in the future, no sweat. Throughout "my" career as a neurologist, unlike a psychiatrist, I deal with organic diseases of the brain on an every-day, every-patient basis. If you come to me and you've got a complaint headache, it is my medical legal duty to you as an individual to determine whether you've got a physical disease of the brain.

A psychiatrist on the other hand, claims that every diagnosis is a brain disease or a chemical imbalance of the brain, but there is in no single instance an objective test. What they do is pseudoscience, false science - a willful perversion of science. They seek to pronounce people as diseased to make patients out of normals, and they then generate income by scheduling follow-up visits, providing a second hook into the marketplace after prescribing medication.

Yes i shuda known bout this long time ago. I just didnt think it'd be THAT bad!

*screams*

...But it does make good money? 0:)

Counting down!!!

2005-10-07T13:32:00.000+09:30

I am finally starting my countdown now...

...to the end of semester (14)

...to the end of exams (27)

...to having my uncle & cousins over for hols (27)

...to being wif my booobooooo (*yayyyy*) (30)

...to graduating (lost count)

...to going home for my bday :p (coming soonnn)

I'm going ecstatic over nothing arent i.

The male is not around to perk me up on rainy blue days like today so...I go thru my comp to clean up some trash, and haf fun photoshop-ing (i will work on my thesis soon).

(Outside of the Loo)

I look like i had a frontal lobotomy...and maybe abit constipated. But you do know it's not really me :p (hint: i do NOT haf flabby arms, my hands arent wrinkled YET and i do not wear ah ma shoes)

(Inside the Loo)

Imagine peeing in there. I reckon it would be quite fun actually, like when ppl walk past and make these funny faces wondering wat in the weird is that, and you'd be like thinking "Can they see through this...Are they checking out my bum?" Some innocent bystanders might just get up close to check their reflection and start picking their nose.

Ewwwww.

What on earth?!!

2005-10-06T18:25:00.000+09:30

This week, a series of ghastly news have left me mortified. Oh my poor innocent mind.

News #1
A man has been jailed for 3 months in Dubai for having sex with a camel. The camel involved is to be put down in accordance with Islamic law in the United Arab Emirates. The man (you sick bastard), a Bangladeshi, said he fell in love with the camel.

OMFG

News #2
Another man has been prosecuted for keeping AND humping the corpse of his canine pet. Apparently, the 28 year old storekeeper was previously diagnosed with a mental disorder, and has ran away from home to avoid being placed in the asylum. He is now placed under psychiatric care (thank god)!

*speechless*

News #3 (this is non-animal related)
A village council in eastern India has fined 2 brothers for keeping a pet ghost. Iswar and Haripada Mumu of some place in West Bengal were accused of owning a ghost after one of their wives died. An exorcist summoned by the villagers claimed the brothers' pet ghost was "responsible for a recent outbreak of disease in the locality" and they were fined $850.

Pfft. Seriously man. WTH!

And just when you thought the news couldnt get any worst, Tom and Katie are expecting a baby! What is the world coming to now.

Prosaic

2005-10-03T23:49:00.000+09:30

Boring i tell you.

It's quite griping really because all my fantabulous blogging ideas seep out when I'm just about to fall asleep in bed. There are times when I'm all nicely cuddled up in bed with my invincible hero that I obviously cannot be arsed to (as with all other things) to get up, but now that I am mostly on my own (poor lonely stef), I shall either keep my lappie next to me, or write it down! It has happened one too many times and I will not let this chance fly by me now! Hmmph

I can hear alot of "as ifs" coming from you people.

Doubting my abilities?

Don't underestimate the great vain one.

Worst comes to worst, I will fall asleep and continue blogging tomorrow morning. tee hee 0:)

It's ironic how doing homework causes my brain to ache like a bitch when blogging takes up just as much efforts and I feel my system purring like a cat. *purrrr*

o_O

I'm so addicted to these bubble tea and bottled jasmine green tea - detox I tell ya! I should buy shares in that company. Since last wednesday, I've had at least one a day, piled with some aloe vera bits. Although some parts of me feel rather "healthy", I sense a sudden up-rise of diabeticism (i dun care if that word doesnt exist). My brain is hurting yet again.

Oh yes, back to the topic of that, so, does anyone know where I can get these things wholesale? :D It's just that the weather's been extremely d-r-y these days that water just simply can not handle the job alone. You know wat i mean? :p

Which reminds me, before I fall asleep on the computer (yes, my determination to jot me muses down arent happening after all), which of you peeps are up for a nice afternoon of blading/tennis/cycling or some sorta athletic/robust activity(s)? Somebody!!

p/s shopping is not considered one because that's a different type of stamina *innocent look*

Although my mum has told me many a times not to intentionally ridicule myself in front of my friends (and strangers), I am yet again left with no choice - I went jogging around the park for 20mins yesterday and I just collapsed on the grass next to my possum friends. I feel so terribly unfit and enervated. *SOB* Please tell me I did not waste my stamina sitting here on my buttocks blogging away, ingesting all those nachos, chocolate chip cookies, whilst watching The OC (yes season 3 *hah*).

I refuse to let my stamina (or lack of) be the death of me!

The last of my hols

2005-10-02T13:49:00.000+09:30

It's a nice warm sunny day today, and here I am sitting at home doing my work.
Or shud i say attempting to *ahem* rather, i'm editing piccies for my blog
I shud really get my arse outta this place. I can smelllll the spring air! *whee*
My nose is being attacked again, as usual. And the male is having hayfever (the mighty has finally fallen...sick). :p

Last day for Myer's sale today!

Fark. I gotta get out.

Nope, not happening.

Erks, too much effort :p

Before i post em pix up, my updates for the week are:

- had a pot luck (it was aweessommmeee!)
- went to Ballarat (the quest to find the hidden treasure of...gold?)
- in terms of assignments, did jackshit.

Ok, here are some of those pix, whilst I am yet to get the rest of those other ppl >.<

The reason why people come to Ballarat...in search for the lost gold. 0:)

The first F4 group...

Another 4 more looney stooges

My raspberry suck (or watever it was called) after it hardened in the wind

Peacocks on a fence

Just before leaving Ballarat station...

...all zonked out at Melb Central station.

Gak!

2005-09-24T14:28:00.000+09:30

My life...as an attention whore is utterly b-o-r-i-n-g! Every sodding bit. *grumble* THe only excitement I've had all week was hearing on the radio that there was a bomb threat in an international school in KUALA LUMPUR haha Fancy that. And i was thinking to myself, "Not my school again??! Not another one!" (they've had 3 already btw), and if it's ISKL, well, those sods deserved to be blown up...just kidding :D I wuda been one of them if my parent hadn't been sensible to let me stay at GIS, then again i turned out just as bad of a brat, (and a snob at that) too *chuckle* Dun u dare agree wif me ppl!! >.<

Something else worth sharing would be, well not sure if it's right to classify it as an "excitement", in case it offends the male :D (i love you baby no matter wat happens). As I was happily sitting on the train on the way back to the city from uni, I was also happily scoffing down a jam donut. At one of the stops, an attractive (tall, dark handsome) chad murray lookalike bloke walked in and decided to sit next to me. After awhile, the train suddenly swerved with so much force that the attractive bloke next to me fell on me. Yesss :p BUT, lo and behold, the jam had to spill on my shirt, and of all places, it slopped itself on the place where my nipple should be. HOW IRONIC! As i was coming to (recovering from being squashed by a tall dark handsome male), I realized he was reaching out to help me clean "the mess". Now issit some male instant reflex thing that they reach out to ur boobies?? Well, luckily I came around in time to politely stop him and say it's fine (even tho it's a WHITE top *grumble*). So you see my dear readers, I was on the verge of being groped by an attractive tall dark handsome chap, on the train. I wudnt say it's an excitement...prolly just some passing extraordinary phase in everyday life. ;)

Now, i'm stuffing my face with portatoes stuffed with OODLES of melted butter & cheese and sour cream, toopped with smoked salmon bits. If I could be arsed to take a picture, I would happily put it up, but you know I can't be. So just imagine all the goodness. Now, leave me alone whilst I terrorize the potatoes. :)

"If it's not deep fried, it's not worth eating!"
- Garfield

7even Deadly Things!

2005-09-18T20:43:00.000+09:30

I'm doing this because I am a procrastinator. Tee hee. I wasnt exactly tagged by mon penible cheri Lyn BUT because I'm so vain and I think everything is about me...I do i do I do, I will do it! Also keep in mind that, after not having slept for 30hrs (god I'm a walking zombie), my intellectual juices have taken a hike.

Seven things that scare me
1. My brain
2. My phone bill
3. Darkness
4. Deep waters
5. Life size dolls
6. A lone misty thundering night
7. The world without chocolate and butter and ice-cream

Seven things I like the most (in no particular order)
1. My family.
2. My friends.
3. My hunnie.
4. Cooking/baking and anythign related to food!
5. Drawing & designing.
6. Travelling
7. Shopping :p

Seven important things in my room
1. My bed.
2. My overcrowded wardrobe.
3. My passport
4. My laptop
5. Pictures of my family & booboo
6. Moisturizer
7. Nightlight

Seven random facts about me
1. I am not cute! I'm overly gorgeous :p
2. I am a spoilt brat.
3. I have a, or possibly a few compulsive disorders
4. I am a passionate love fool.
5. I am a perfectionist.
6. I aspire to psycho the world
7. I am a loyal person to people who i think deserve my trust
7.1 I trust people too easily
7.2 Ppl take advantage of me
7.3 I'm too goddamn nice. :D

Seven things I plan to do before I die
1. "Make sure I am remembered centuries after I die"...or you'll die too >.<
*the rest is in progress - blogger.com sux!*

Seven things I can do
1. Burp
2. Snore
3. Cook
4. Eat and stuff myself silly
5. Wiggle my ears
6. Wiggle my arse
7. Pretend that I am stupid, or am I really stupid? o_O

Seven things I can't do (when sober) :p
1. Get fat
2. Sleep in the dark (by myself)
3. Save money
4. Resist my booboo
5. Get angry, or stay angry for long
6. Pole dance
7. Emit psycho-telepathic waves (it only works 1/10 times).

Seven things I say the most
1. What the hell
2. Aiya
3. Ma-hai
4. Oh my lord!
5. Oops-a-daisy
6. Fux sake!
7. Hmmph

Seven nicknames from my other half
1. baby
2. pumpkin
3. nennen
4. ccb *grr*
5. oi *breathes fire*
6. oi
7. oi

Seven celeb crushes
1. Chad Michael Murray
2. Cristiano Ronaldo
3. David Beckam
4. Colin Farrell
5. Edison Chen
6. Keanu Reeves
7. Prince William when he was 18 :D

Seven people who will have to do this (this is the fun part):
1. 1st person who reads this (you know it's you!)
2. The person who thought she/he's not the first
3. You, who thought you werent 1st or 2nd!

Now, some names.

4. Hunniiiee!! (and Leon bwahaha)
5. Sharon *oink*
6. Jacjac *moo*
7. Rara (if she hasnt fallen off the side of the earth)

No curses, thank you. I'm just spreading some love, and procrastinating vibes. Fulla goodness!

Lah-di-Dah! :p

Deprived AND cranky!

2005-09-17T03:13:00.000+09:30

This morning, and up till 11.30pm just now, I was this.

Now, my mentality has been reduced to an all time low -ZILCH- because it is now 3.38am, and I am in uni, as a sleep-deprived psychology student...that i look like this now.

*grumble*

My huns has also so kindly sent me this link to rid me of this monotomy, which I feel, as a budding psychologist, would have worked well for individuals who are currently experiencing relationship problems - particulièrement les femelles :D

If I do survive this ordeal, I promise my faithful followers out there that I will strive to continously update my blog. If I fail to keep this promise, spank me :p

Oh yes, and the link is right here. See what sleep deprivation can do to your cognitive abilities.

Oh, and one more thing, the Miss Cranky image was meant to say "Little Miss Cranky-I-Want-BooBoo", and "I-Need-Sleep", but sadly, there was not enough space. Bah.

Where is my sunshine?

2005-08-27T23:34:00.000+09:30

My new place is finally starting to look and feel "right" (and no, i'm NOT a sofa harasser >.<). I guess its just missing some people element - something I've long accepted of myself - I cannot live without people i.e. my family and friends. There are times when I'd like to be alone but, most of the times, I'd like to be around people who and will make me happy. Heck, sometimes even one person AHEM (cough cough splutter) is enough to brighten up my day tee hee note: i may not neccessarily be referring to my booboo, it could be you, you or you. 0:) Do i really talk about my booboo alot? I think not. Btw, does my adoring public actually enjoy my insanely mundane posts? :p

I started off writing this post a relatively happy albeit high-strung-stressed person. Now I'm just a battered individual striving to find a way to rid myself of this pain. I don't understand why or how I can let one person be the source of my eternal happiness...and pain. It's really griping and there is nothing in my weak mind that I can do to change this fact. Or I should say, nothing in my gutless soul would have that capability of withstanding such blows of sleepless nights and depressingly blue days. I've always believed that fate and destiny will work their miracles and I will still hold on to that fighting chance. Call me stupid and fuct up if you will and although I never seem to come across as a fighter, i will not and refuse to let go of the people that are close and dear to me especially over these years because it indescribably pains me to lose people that I have loved and cared so much for. And i will NOT ever forget that feeling because I just cannot rid myself of it no matter how hard I try. I live and let live, but I do not live and forget. I might forget things I've said now, or things I've said yesterday but I do not forget my feelings. And i truly hate myself to be driven by my feelings and passion for love. I devote myself to thee but is it really enough? Sometimes I feel that there is no god, but is it right to blame our mistakes and faults on people and things that are not...not...i just cant think now. I've always thought we are what we are now, and if you fail to grasp the opportunity, then it is no one else's fault but our own.

By saying that, am i contradicting my believes in fate and destiny then? I cannot find answers and reasons to my dilemmas. And I do not have answers and reasons for everyone's problems. But when you have nowhere else to look, you look around for things that inspire and motivates you. Things that are warm, happy and colourful. Maybe that's why I always like looking back and missing the past - because my future looks awfully scary and I hate uncertainties. I hate risks. Aargh wat must oneself do to be strong?

I want my sunshine. Someone please bring it back for me. I only want you to do it. Because I only believe you can.

'Live and half-dead

2005-08-18T09:55:00.000+09:30

I'm back i'm back i'm back! :) And, I'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry..for those of you who haf piled me wif msgs and mass-mailed me wif complaints...sorry. It's been nearly 2 months since i last blogged tee hee i know...i've been back in KL for a killer 2 weeks in which I was playing the role of a filial daughter/sister/granddaughter/niece/great granddaughter that I barely had time for any proper outings. Fast forward, back to Melbourne...enjoying the last couple of "holiday" days wif the man of my life, i meant love of my life...before starting uni fashionably late (when everyone's started the week before :p). Now, sitting on my make-shift erm laptop top, I cannot believe where all the time has gone. It's already week 5 into the semester and i haf done jackshit. I so do not feel enlightened. I am not settled in still because all the buyers I meet are fucking arseholes who refuse to sell me their sofa in the end. Do i come across as a sofa harasser? Fux sake man. Nothing has gone right the past few days. Yes, woe betide my life again as the great jinxed one. I'm really hating my life now...how can we not let life destroy us when it's inevitable? Cry wif me girls.

Self-reflection

2005-06-25T23:45:00.000+09:30

As I sit here packing my stuff into boxes, and as I cut up pieces of paper to use as scrap, I think of how much I am, or in part, like my grandfather who would do the same thing. I mean, he's always doing stuff like that, like making use out of scrap, of which I also grew up being fascinated by junk if you will. Hey, you'll never know when a piece of gold card from those chocolate boxes might come in handy when writing out gift cards! :p

Because my dad bought a house for my grandparents next to ours, the first thing I always look out for, everytime I go back home are those flowers which were planted along the courtyard. They used to be my grandfather's when he was alive and I swear they dont look as good as they used to be. When I was younger, I used to pluck every single flower in the garden because there were just so many of em blossoming their beauty away, and well, just being the nuisance I am and scattering them around the perimeter. Now, there's barely enough for me to be a nuisance. Sometimes I think nature works in astonishing ways, and as silly as it is, I used to always believe that maybe there's a little hidden message. My gramps was the only person in the family with the beautiful handwriting, the perfect chinese calligraphies, and the most organized so-to-speak person. He was the only person who would eagerly wrap my textbooks with those darn plastic covers, and even with that, he had a special technique.

It is always all these small little things about a person we remember in life. I guess I'm kicking myself here for not being able to have appreciated what he was doing then. True, I was prolly still young, but then again, I was 17 when he passed away. I'm sure I had alot more sense during those last two years. Although I cannot say much about my maternal gramps who passed away a year ago because I wasnt so close to him, I did try my best to do what I could, and to do what I couldnt do for the grandfather I lost. But I guess it was just different. For all of you who dun know me well enuf, I will admit once again that I haf a major issue (or problem) dealing with death. But my one other problem in life is seeing all these people complain about their lives and how much they wanna die just coz life isnt happening the way they want it to be. Fux sake! Get a grip of yourselves! (Excuse my vulgarity there). I know that's probably quite hypocritical but, for those extreme cases, they deserve to be shot...other than that, for people like me and some others, take a moment to think.

Why are we as humans such greedy, penny-pinching, selfish beings? I know this might sound cliche but why cant we just be satisfied with what we have? Why cant those people understand the pain other people haf suffered thru the loss of loved ones and actually appreciate what they have? The answer? Because life can be just so perfidious. To love, we must endure pain and suffering. Pain and suffering of losing a loved one forever. What lives? Only memories. Painful, yet happy memories.

I know this is going no where, but, I have the tendency to relate the least of things to people that mean the most to me. Getting over a break up with the one person I thought I'd spend eternity with was #%$@$%! because everywhere was plastered with things we used to do. Or so it seems. Now that I'm with someone else, someone different, and dare I say better, getting over this relationship, may just be the end of me. Am I contradicting my thoughts here? Getting over anything for me, for dat matter, is not easy. I'm weak, it's true. I cant face my inner demons. I do sometimes with pepper-spray, metaphorically, and sometimes I have my knight in shining armour but most of the times, I'm on my own. These days, I have definitely changed my perspectives toward many things in life. Yes, live and let live, and altho there are some who do not deserve to be let lived, but, that's not up to us to decide.

This morning I started off feeling very lovey dovey, and I guess I should too, now that I've cried my sorrows off. To all my friends and especially my best friends to-the-bone who've helped me so much, and also my hubbeeschoobs for being my hero, thank you. You can be rest assured that I do appreciate what you've done for me. Each and every single bit. Honestly, people just dun understand how much those little things mean to me. If only you knew. :)

Package check

2005-06-12T12:20:00.000+09:30

Yesterday, as I was cleaning up a small pile of my mountain-full of junk, I came across a stack of last year's Time magazines, which, I read with interest a small nugget of information at the side of one of it. Ignoramus that I am, I found out from an international weekly (and not the local media) that the state of Selangor now offers underwear inspection services as part of its anti-prostitution movement. I meah hey, me being away from Malaysia and all, you'd just hafta excuse me. As for the delay, I gots nothing to say. :D

Whose undies? Why, our significant others', of course.

This is rather hilarious because just a few days ago, my girlfriends and I were discussing over lunch the best way to test if one's lover or husband is indeed on the prowl (for streetwalkers or ANY woman on the street). After all, if you can still find lipstick on his collar or perfume on his shirt at this day and age, you should dump him not only for his infidelity but also for his stupidity.

But firstly, let's address the issue of prostitution. During the last summer hols when I was back in KL (sometime Dec?), I had the chance to dine with a few friends having Bak Kut Teh in Jln Imbi, apparently also a favourite feeding place for nightclub girls and their "managers" before each evening's business. While these ladies may not be offering more than an evening's company spent in drunken revelry, it was a jarring look at some of KL's most thriving vices. Honestly, I doubt that the checking of undies would stop its proliferation.

Back to the discussion of how one can find out if one's boyfriend or husband is cheating sexually, several interesting suggestions came up, while most were pretty standard.

"The most obvious is the changes in your sex life," contributes A. "If he suddenly does not want it anymore when he used to always want it, then something is definitely going on."

"Also, if he begins to take extra care of his appearance, although this is hard to tell if he's originally a vain or tidy person," offers B. "But if he isn't and he suddenly applies cologne or combs his hair, then you have to be careful."

"I think words mean a lot, especially to a man" says C. "If he stops saying 'I love you', or is less affectionate in his manner of speaking to you, then he's probably into something."

But how do you know for sure?

...well ask me nicely and I'll tell. :)

Or in the meantime, share your suggestions.

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And for my hubbeeschoobs:

Vous n'êtes pas simplement quelqu'un qui s'est avéré justement être là. Vous êtes beaucoup plus que cela. No one can melt my heart and cook the way you do! You are the best (apart from myself) bubba! 0:)

Yes, I can hear you guys groaning in agony once more - here she goes again tee hee well i promise i'll stop wif all these lil monthly anniv celebrations after the big 2! *ooo* o_O

Odds and ends

2005-06-10T10:52:00.000+09:30

This is a good one - wud be funny if it did happen to me 6 yrs from now. :p

Two doctors opened up an office in Orange and put up a sign
reading " Dr Smith and Dr Jones, Psychiatry and Proctology".
However some on the town council weren't very happy about the
sign, so they changed it to "Hysterias and Posteriors". This was
no good either so they tried "Schizoids and Haemorrhoids". Still
no good so they tried "Catatonics and High Colonics . Still no
good, nor were "Manic-depressives and Anal retentives", Minds
and Behinds", Lost Souls and Arseholes", "Analysis and Analcysts",
"Nuts and Butts", "Freaks and Cheeks", "Loons and Moons".
After much thought they finally agreed on
"Dr Smith and Dr Jones. Odds and Ends".

Speaking of loons, due to my failed attempt in reading the whole of my packaging design book (i believe it will do me good for the paper on Monday) yesterday, I will swear in front of this mass audience that, I will try again to accomplish this task of absurdity today, or "farce" as my mum likes to put it. Just like how it didnt go well with my first millions, I am starting on the second. Tee hee :p

Oh, and as part of my preparation for this monday's paper, I had to also do some research, and may I be so kind to impart with you dear readers what I found. "If you have not yet been afflicted with Googlemania, you are probably quite bemused by their latest fad — video search. Let's face it, Google's offer to host your home videos, while considerate, is also kind of creepy — even if you are Paris Hilton." LOL Talk about the next last mile. And also, marketers these days usually fall prey to the situation where their original elation about their success is mitigated by the realization that their pussycat has grown into a tiger. Dun ask me why I'm sharing all these worthless info wif you. I'm just bored, and I feel i'm pms-ing. And my creative juices haf gone bad because i haf no FRIDGE to store it in! That was prolly a corny joke.

It's ok if you dun get it. It's that time of the year when we're all losing our marbles. I truly understand. Good luck all! xoxo

Lost

2005-06-04T11:15:00.000+09:30

I've so totally engulfed myself in this realm of fantasy and chicanery that I feel so numbened, yet protected by this shield of false-hopes. Yesterday, I went out shopping and my god, was I unleashed. I took 4 hours off before dinner to finally study with the girls at Starbucks, and then and there, I thought this is the life. Slowly and unconsciously I felt more care-free. Through out the past couple of days, I have these mirage of thoughts that I will win a million dollars this weekend. I will also pass my papers with flying colours to do Honours. I will also live happily ever after with my love. But who am I kidding?

I'm so lost in my delusions that all of a sudden, when a pin bursts my bubble, so hard and painful that I just fall tumbling down onto a spread of broken glass fragments. In this context, I have lost my will to study. One would say I'm crazy to be so emotionally-driven, that, everything I do is affected, and in part, by my emotions. People know me as the happy person who is always smiling. Sometimes the slightest thing(s) can even put a smile on my face. I guess that is true to an extent that I can only do things properly when I am happy and that things around me are alright. That is also probably my weakness (apart from SALES, chocolates and my hubbeeschoobs). I can never move on or concentrate on other things when a matter or problem is left unsolved.

Yes I know. Life does go on, despite the good and bad. I've probably said this to alot of my friends before, in that there are limits (in life) but these are the times you must regroup since every day is much quicker than the one that preceded it. We must be happy, and rational. Don't lose what you have in life; choice. If you ever learn something in life, even from a failure, or many failures, you have always moved forward, not backwards. I just need someone to hold my hand. Really i do.

The Fish

2005-06-03T11:46:00.000+09:30

It's nothing much really, but I thought it'd be nice to share with my adoring public one of the happiest and "proudest" moments of my life - the first fish I've ever caught! Anchovies and tadpoles dont count. :p Well, if you remember, many moons ago, my huns and I took his friends away for the weekend visitng places outside of Melbourne. And one of these happened to be trout fishing!! :) So here is les poissons (i.e. the fish) altho i did forgot how much it weighed, wassit half a kilo boo? As long as it was big enuf to share hehe

Before...

The poor thing refused to die. I will spare the details on how it finally died. :x

...After!

Tada! It's half eaten but the credits all goto my huns for cooking it so well. Oodles of butter, with herbs and a zest of lemon mmMmmmm. Oh, the thrills of eating smoked/grilled fresh trout. There's this sense of satisfaction which is truly inexpressible of eating one's own catch, as remorseless as it sounds! :)

Some men ARE from Mars

2005-06-03T00:11:00.000+09:30

I haf 2 blogs to put up today, one with a pic of a fish, and another, to complain (as usual) and share with you, my dear readers about the tragic mindset of old-fashioned chinese businessmen.

I am just pissed off because my label design was once again copied, torn apart, harassed (metaphorically speaking) re-edited and produced to look like some jang low-quality piece of poo. Anyway, long story short, I whinged and whinged to my dad. He told me to think this matter through professionally, also as a budding psychologist, and to put myself in the shoes of a CEO. So I shed off my psychological cocoon and placed a hell lot of effort into thinking. And this is what i thought...
Putting myself in the CEO’s natty suede loafers for a moment: As the keepers of the fiscal flame in an organization, most executives are, understandably, more focused on the more quantitative elements of a corporation’s daily life. I hope. This is your typical CEO, not the kind you find in my family amongst my uncles (except for one nice one).

They’re tasked specifically with both generating revenue and saving costs. And, at the end of the day, will be measured and compensated (or penalized!) by results that are summarized at the end of each quarter on a spreadsheet. Qualitative factors including user experience, design, content strategy and customer experience are considered a means to reach end-of-year financial goals, not an end unto themselves. In fact, compared to complex quantitative calculations and projections, design and content architecture issues seem relatively straightforward and simple. With no spreadsheet to consult, final decisions about design, customer experience and navigation elements might seem to be based on personal preferences, favorite colors and an armchair quarterback’s appreciation of what’s stylish and hip.

Most quantitatively-focused managers simply don’t comprehend the relationship between business strategy and customer experience, or how design and content architecture serve to facilitate and articulate strategic corporate goals in the marketplace. And, without a clearly articulated business rationale to support design priorities, they never will. That's what i think so anyways.

I mean, c'mon, you certainly don’t need an M.B.A. to understand basic business principles. It’s simply a matter of engaging your curiosity and beginning to make business issues relevant to your particular situation. On an ongoing basis, make a personal commitment to increase your general understanding of business issues, ideas and trends. By taking the time to study various industries and macro business issues, it becomes clear that there are business basics that drive every company. By finding parallels and lessons in other industries, you can begin to make better sense of your organization’s issues and challenges. I know I'm beginning to sound like im writing a journal entry for Harvard Business Review or something, but my point is that, the problem with alot of businessmen I've met through out my time as an intern at some of daddy's companies give me the impression that they seem to think inside the line. And yet they wonder how come their business is not expanding the way it should be or the reason why they are suddenly experiencing a downfall. Hello, wake up and smell the coffee.

One such good example is one of daddy's no-life no-brain useless brother (ah yes, the black sheep) who's only focus is to make big bucks FAST, especially by swindling people's money and when all goes wrong, the blame is put on people outside the company who are, in my or any perspective not associated with him or his filth, except maybe the fact that we have the same surnames. Useless retard. I didnt find him so bad awhile ago coz he thought my designs were good (yes, typical me) but after I saw wat he did to some of them, and his filthy accomplice of a "designer" (hmmph he probably graduated from the Longkang school of designers), i just placed him permanently in my "To Assasinate" list. He claims they are good and he even used the word professional. *pukes* Then when customers come back complaining about the typography errors, and the problems on the labels, he calls them stupid imbecile beings for not understanding english. As if he does. If u let me go on, it will def take forever coz I really despise this one uncle. Fume fume fume. I do sometimes think that some men ARE from Mars because they never seem to understand the way life works, or that the virtues of life have no significance to them. Which is why im thankful that my daddy is nothing like that, and that the male (yes you, the one who stays in mt waverly) is also, or can be a very understanding person.

My whole complaint prolly didnt have any coherence because I never make sense, especially when I'm angry. You can ask my booboo. He will def testify to that. :) Oh, and btw, the fish will appear tomorrow.

Another personality disorder...

2005-05-29T15:56:00.000+09:30

Did you know that the average life of a taste bud is 10 days??! LOL And those facts about hair-shedding, i forgot how much, wassit 100 strands a day? o_O Anyhoo today, whilst cleaning up my room, and in the shower too, I realized (after a long while) that on average, I lost about 6 strands of hair each time i comb thru wif muh fingers. I've done that approximately 25 times today. So in total, I lost about 150 strands, make that approximately four hundred strands per week. I really am molting here. If those strands left from the same spot, I would prolly have a stark bald patch *screams*. Someone should just have a heart and take pity on my poor soul and offer me something to do, apart from studying. This will definitely be the death of me before I can actually sit for my papers :p

Another thing to share with my dear readers is that, I've been so lost lately, not that my sense of co-ordination (or lack of) had anything to do with that, but, today, as I was on my way to uni (on a sunday) to return my long overdue book, I was waiting on the wrong platform. Instead of waiting on Platform 2 where the Caulfield trains are, I found myself sitting on Platform 4, waiting for the Glen Waverly line*. And the thing was, I only came to my senses after 4 stations, just in time to get off and change at one of the main stations. Halp. I'm suffering once again from booboo withdrawal symptoms. My psych lecturer might diagnose me wif some sort of personality disorder. *siGhz* As corny and cheesy as it sounds, home is where booboo is. I'm in one of those moods again. Ignore me.

*My huns stays in Mt Waverly, and when I visit him, I usually take that line. :D

Anger vent

2005-05-29T13:06:00.000+09:30

I thought this day will never come. I've just been a victim of the very thing I despise and HATE most. Words cannot express how raving mad I am now. The story goes like this. A couple of day ago, my friend and I were having coffee at the university's cafeteria. About two tables away, sat a couple, the male, whom I realized, was starring hard-on at me (no puns intended). Seriously, eyes fixed. I started feeling uncomfy, and his girlfren who was just oblivious to this whole thing was just rambling on and on. I was just about to get up and walk over to poke his eyeballs out, well, in a real world, I was going to ask him, very politely, to fucking stop starring at me. I know it's a compliment when that happens, but this stare period has passed it's time allowance. Anyway, as I was about to, the silly little girlfren finally came to senses and realized wat her beloved male was doing and gave him a nice slap on the face. "Good" i thought, serves him right. They then got up and the female gave me a deathly menacing stare as they walked past. Pfft.

Fast forward a few days, I walk into the same cafeteria to grab a quick bite before my lecture. As i unmindfully walked toward the cashier, I saw this girl, hastily getting up, slamming on the table, and just walking out of the place as fast (and angrily) as she could. Even her friend who was wif her could not understand what the commotion was about. Bear with me, I know I tell long-winded tales, but I cannot afford to spare out any details. So then i thought, ...the hell is her problem?? When i next saw my fren K, I told her about that incident. A few days later, she comes back to me and said..

K: Hey guess wat, you know that bitch at the cafe the other day?
Me: Yea wat about?
K: It appears the second time she chucked a fit was because...are you ready for this?
Me: Just say!
K: ...her boyfriend's got your pix on his comp!
Me: *gasp* *double gasp* ....THE FUCK FOR?! I dont even know his skinny ass
K: Well, i suppose he got it off friendster or sumfin
Me: YOU saw it too?!!
K: No no no, i heard that, he got it off friendster coz J* (my other friend) has you on friendster or sumfin, and she knows J, and she's seen your pic there.
Me: And that cunt was pissed off at me because...?
K: Well apart from the fact that your pic is on his comp, it was together with the rest of his saucy porn pix of other females.
Me: *heart attack*

And so the conversation goes on. I am just so pissed mad now as i type this, that, OMFG, I just want to exterminate all porn-loving males. True, I hafta be rational and NOT generalise this situation to every other porn-loving males out there. BUT, here's wat I hafta say to this...All you fucking sick bastards out there who go on friendster to save pictures of other girls, and your girlfriend's friends, go get a fucking life somewhere else. This world does not deserve trash like you. I pity you too coz you're just sad...and sick. Saving pictures (and watching porn together) off actual porn sites are different because those slut posers were obligated to do so. Their pictures are meant to serve that purpose. But not fucking saving pictures of innocent (or not) girls on FRIENDSTER. Why cant some guys be contented with the one girl they have? Boring aye? Changes are good eh? Pfft.

If I offended anyone, I'm truly deeply sorry but I am just VERY infuriated right now. Look on the bright side, i'm someone's (or god knows, "peoples") porn star. *SCREAMS*

2005-05-28T00:08:00.000+09:30

wallaby bars

I just got to try one of these yuummmyy thingymies today and my god! It was so out of this world. I had the macadamia and ginger bar, and altho im not a big fan of crystallized ginger, the yoghurt coating was just...mmMmmmmmmm. Irresistable to the last bite. As you can tell, it's wholly Australian owned and made, but it apparently exports to other countries and they dun sell it around here in Melb (Mum reckoned she saw it in the UK) - ppl in the UK, pls lemme know. Other than that, ppl around Aust, those staying near Byron Bay, send some ova darlings!! You can be guaranteed that I'll love you (too) for life. :)

The dark side

2005-05-27T18:43:00.000+09:30

For those of you who also follow my hun's blog, you'd know that we went to watch Star Wars over the weekend *siGhz* The poor lil "innocent" paduwan got raped, well not quite, technically he was resurrected as the ol evil one. Not quite my idea of a happy ending (although i did ofcourse see it coming). It tears your heart when things like that happen in the movies. We, the glorious race of humans who goto the movies to escape the realities of life. Why must one constantly live in such states of denial? Which also brings me to my other point, do good things really come to an end?

I finally came back to my own place, after wat seems like...such a short time at my hun's. The male would probably think otherwise (just kidding). :p The current state of my room is just...no words can describe how messy and unorganized it looks. I guess you can say my aversion to mess hasnt been working.

My mouse has gone cranky. The force is too strong with this one. It's back wif ol mousey now (thank god i didnt throw him out). Bad joke. Yes i know. Im hungry. Will go ravage the larder now. :)

I've found Mr Right...

2005-05-19T18:07:00.000+09:30

...or not hehe :p (will explain in a min.) First and foremost, I do apologize to muh adoring public for not constantly updating this monotonous collection of endless rants. Been snowed in (and still is) wif assignments that I barely haf time to reflect on the virtues of my life, which, has also prolly lost its intellect together wif my long gone psychological well-being. I would also attribute this malaise to my constant diarrhoea and light-headedness (no, i'm not high on E). Seriously, when is my degree ever gonna end? *grumble* On a happier note, I've been spending alotta time wif my booboo, who so happily head-butt me this morning when I gave him a menacing stare. Men can be so vindictive i swear. The bad thing is that spending too much time wif one's loved one might lead to a constant clingy effect which I keep experiencing on and off. Not good. Not good. When we are apart, I miss him like crazee, so much that I feel like...hmm..gee i dunno. Words are hard to come by wif a brain like mine. I just miss him like crazy, which anyone would prolly haf realized if they've known me and been talking to me for the past few years. Same ol same ol. tee hee

Oh oh oh! And i forgot to mention that, we watched Kingdom of Heaven last weekend (Hellooo Orlando :p) and although I do agree wif my huns that the history was abit orf, the movie was entertaining nonetheless hehe i just hate sad endings. Which is y i like chick flicks coz they usually haf happy-ever-after endings. Me and my states of denial. :D

Anyways, a couple of days ago, a friend sent me this URL for a little personality test. Which, in my professional opinion as an amateur psychologist, is not actually a personality test. It does however produce rather amusing outcomes. :)

Stephanie, you've found Mr. Right because You Put Each Other First

You know it's the real deal when you stop thinking just about what you want and start thinking about what he wants, too. After all, a relationship is about two people coming together. And the way you and your guy put each other's needs on an equal level means you're both ready for something more.

That's not to say that you aren't a strong woman with your own ideas about the way things ought to be because you are, and you don't take marriage lightly either. It's just that you've found a great guy who'll always have your back, even if it's his dear, sweet mom you're debating. And nothing's more romantic than that.

I would like to think that way too. Keep a positive mind they say.

Join the club and take the test at:

http://web.tickle.com/invite?test=1337&type=t

You will be amused. ;)

Tagged!! (damnit)

2005-05-12T12:07:00.000+09:30

I dunno which is worst, chain letters or bloody blog chains. o_O Nvm :p After so many days sleepless nights enslaving over my lab report, I finally get to sleep in peace but because life loves me so much, I keep waking up about 4 times yesterday nite. So once again, I'm cranky. I'm moody. I'm snappy. Nope, not PMS, PMT i reckon (something i pioneered). Shoot me. :p

Now thanks to someone who claims she loves me *ahem*, I gotta choose 5 outta the list of occupations below and explain what I'm gonna do with my chosen ones...

If I could be a PHILANTHROPIST...I'm gonna chop down all the trees and print money with it, sorta like an expansion of wat my daddy is currently doing hehe

If I could be a WORLD FAMOUS BLOGGER...I will create my own blogtanic cult with millions of zealous followers and we'll worship the platonic manner in which our lives are shared online, and the speed in which information travels. I can see the headlines now "The infamous blogtanic cult has finally ousted the POpe" bwahaha

If I could be a PSYCHOLOGIST...which, I've always wanted to be - I will manipulate people to buy my products, and possibly encourage suicide (a more effective but solitude version, where it's not detrimental to anyone else). Yes, we must rid this earth of insane people who enjoy cutting and blowing themselves up. World peace!

If I could be the CEO of MICROSOFT...I'd psycho people to give me their shares, and then I'll send Bill Gates back to school. And then maybe, I will get my huns his Evo 6.5 :p

If I could be a PARIS HILTON'S STYLIST...I will kick Yng Lyn off this job, then nick Paris' credit cards, rob her wardrobe and erm marry her lover (I dun want the father - he's too old and wrinkly).

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Now, the sick part is I hafta choose 3 people to choose 5 occupations from below and do the same I just did...(yeap its all comin together now innit?). Well, I too hate to do this but I'd hate to be a spoilsport. So the LUCKY three are *drumroll*:

SHAUN cos he's my hunnie and he too has got such a candid view of life that its worth noting what he's got to say...
RARA cos she's responsible for mayhem in Hawaii, and, she's the only one who calls me efef. Nuff said :p

..this third person is a tough cookie. If only i cud pick yng lyn again. Grrr hehe

TSEN coz he's got such an unearthly sense of humour like my babe that I simply cannot resist hearing his views on this.

Get the ball rolling peeps! :)

If I could be a scientist…
If I could be a farmer…
If I could be a musician…
If I could be a doctor…
If I could be a painter…
If I could be a gardener…
If I could be a missionary…
If I could be a chef…
If I could be an architect…
If I could be a linguist…
If I could be a psychologist…
If I could be a librarian…
If I could be an athlete…
If I could be a lawyer…
If I could be an innkeeper…
If I could be a professor…
If I could be a writer…
If I could be a llama-rider…
If I could be a bonnie pirate…
If I could be a service member…
If I could be a photographer…
If I could be a philanthropist…
If I could be a rap artist…
If I could be a child actor…
If I could be a secret agent…
If I could be a comedian/comedienne…
If I could be a priest...
If I could be a radio announcer...
If I could be a phlebotomist...
If I could be Paris Hilton's stylist...
If I could be a movie producer...
If I could be the CEO of Microsoft...
If I could be an astronaut…
If I could be a world famous blogger…
If I could be a justice on any one court in the world…
If I could be married to any current famous political figure…
If I could be a dog trainer…
If I could be Bruce Lee...

Everytime i go away...

2005-05-11T21:59:00.000+09:30

My huns "dedicated" this song to me...oooo sho shweet :p

Every time that I’m with you girl
I can’t believe you share my world
But it’s real

And every time that I hold you close to me
Forever’s all that I can see
How it feels

See I don’t give a damn what my homies say
Don’t matter anyway
See I never felt this way before
You leave a brother wantin’ more

I hate to see you go
Even though I know when you’re comin’ back
It’s hard to breathe without you girl
And baby that’s a fact
I know sometimes you have to leave
But I wish you could stay
Every time you go away

From the very first time that I touched you babe
Couldn’t find the words to say you set me free
And every time that I kiss your lips
Nothin’ ever tasted quite like this
Or got so deep

You’re the sunshine of my day
You brighten up my night
You take a piece of me with you
Every time you say goodbye

Happy Anniv. hunnieee! I lub yoouuou *MMWAH* :)

Une vache stupide

2005-05-07T11:30:00.000+09:30

Oh, there was this one thing which I forgot to put up (yes, this and many other things). I swear sometimes i do wonder to myself if i haf the memory of a goldfish. *aargh* In five years time, I may see you on the streets and not remember your name, but I will def remember that face. Let's just hope I wont associate it to a wrong stimulus hehe OH! I also forgot to add that bit in last week's post about my mouse driving me crazee, but I now haf a new wireless funky mouse thanx to my hunnie booboo (i love him)!! :) Poor Ol-Mousey is sitting in my "Thought Box" now - a box containing stuff which I am yet to decide and contemplate on whether to discard or not.

*click click click*

I like my new mousey hehe

Anyways, about a week ago, I had a very nice dinner with two of my friends and their friends at some posh pasta place on Southbank. Twas a small group only, bout 6 of us. So then, as per the usual introductory thing, this girl by the name of Stella** who asked where I was from, and "what" I was because she couldnt tell if I was chinese or not. She thought I was Middle-Eastern mind you. I nearly fell off my chair. And so i told her the long story of my parent's umm interesting but complicated mix, and reluctantly told her I am also (unfortunately) a Malaysian. You can tell Im not very patriotic. First and foremost, I must admit the shopping is cheap there, shops dun close early, and food is great (and cheap too). BUT, I am only malaysian by passport...whilst British by education, and British/Chinese by upbringing. Anyway, thoughts aside, after chatting for awhile, she popped one of the most harebrainedly farcical questions I've ever heard. Brace yourselves peeps.

"So if your parents are like that, that means you are wholly chinese and half Japanese? But you dun look Malaysian!"

*siGhz* then...

"So which part of Malaysia is Singapore?"

...Wat da?!! In that instance, i thought to myself, "Mon dieu! Vous êtes une vache vraiment stupide!" (Not sure if i thought out loud or not)

Maybe the blame is to put on her goldfish memory. I guess my other reason for being so reluctant to claim that I am from Malaysia - that is to save these innocent fools from further embarrassments.

**Names have been changed to protect the well-being of such idiots.

Ethical issues

2005-05-04T22:48:00.000+09:30

Sorry sorry sorry. No time to update. Been busy playing host(ess) wif muh hunnie to his friends who were visiting from KL. Pix will def be up soon once it's passed its screen test :p At the mo. now, I'm just so spaced out from all my psychological brainwashes that...I feel illiterate. That extreme. If you do not want to find yourself bashing your head against the wall in a couple of mins, then I suggest you do not read on tee hee the contents may get a little offensive to those miniscule brain cells (BUT it may be quite interesting in helping you explain some parts of life u never quite understood). Oh god help me. Im a nothing but a fool ranting on and on here...

So let's see, in considerations of the interrelations between psychology and human life, little attention is often directed towards the moral basis of our actions, judgements, preferences and values. However, work in philosophy suggests that moral and ethical issues are intimately connected with the forms of life we live in. A useful way of conceiving this relationship is that the freedom that emerges from our complex behaviour and relationships with others simultaneously brings into being the notion of responsibility and commitment. A central question here is how do we lead good lives? The question, raised initially by Plato, has been the subject of philosophical reflection and, more recently, psychological inquiry. To stay with philosophy for the moment, host of philosophical theories may connect with our reflections, but not entirely satisfy our intuitions. For instance, some philosophers have argued that moral issues are essentially expressions of emotions. Other accounts describe rights and obligations that we enter into, rather like relations of commerce. More recently, feminine values of caring have been emphasised over a temptation to think that of ethics judgements as based on logical disputation. A further position is that of utilitarianism in which the good of the many is emphasised over the rights of individuals. Rather than outline these theories and their potential application to psychology, it is useful to build upon the considerations of relativism and realism in the previous summary and apply them to moral issues. One of the main reasons is that many of these positions can themselves be seen as the product of their historical and social location. In this way, we can examine the additional question – long overlooked in psychology – what constitutes a good society or good societies. This positive vision is difficult to achieve, as Prillitensky notes in the reading with regard to psychology.

Imagine that our current values and morals are not the only possible ones that we could adopt. Such a thought is encouraged by social constructionists. But does it undermine the values we have, what we regard as right, proper or ethical? Some conk theorist known as Burr says no. She argues that "relativism has a moral and political strength in its capacity to provide a lever of resistance against reality claims". For example, it recognises that some of our allegiances are arbitrary and cannot be justified on rational and objective grounds. Why is it that we feel solidarity for and help some groups of people who are starving, exploited and so on, and not others. Here an important issue is that notions such as "oppression", "exploitation", "love" and "justice" cannot be judged from a perspective "outside our own culturally and historically located value systems”. This again leaves us with the view that, expressed tentatively by Burr, that “perhaps we must (and can only) make such judgements from within this system and defend them regardless of their inevitable relativism". As already noted the difficulty here is to reconcile the fact that we are committed to values and principles which can actually be quite arbitrary. There is also an openness to possibilities that leaves us with no moral absolutes. In other words, the danger here is that recognising these points and attempting to create justifiable moral visions may not protect us from new forms of dogmatism. This is usually why realists are unhappy with social constructionist and relativist approaches to values. They think that there is nothing to prevent us from adopting and evaluating within a restricted or totalitarian way of life.

I think so too. :)

Confessions of a teenage drama princess

2005-04-29T16:58:00.000+09:30

[Yesterday's entry - because the server was down].

I finally found that wretched student magazine. In the loo. Wonder how it got there. Last place i wud look. Anyways, some people say that travelling is that fastest way to enlightenment. It allows the opening of ones mind to see the world in a different light. But in the case of this writer, it also allowed the regular opening of her legs. Ahem. I'm still thinking now if i shud even put this on my blog. No obscene pictures, but i just hope i wont be reported for posting illicit entries. :p

*me looks at magazine*

*thinks*

Maybe not. I cant be arsed to type out so much text. Not that i'm a party pooper or anything.

I am now thinking...amidst the heat in my room, that I have had alot of time to reflect. My life has been so full of dramas that I am so inspired to write an autobiography. Really, I am. Its not gonna be a bestseller but, maybe then I can publish to the world some hidden secrets of other people who have lied and done bad things to me. Hmm, that IS a thought. "The Life and Times of an Attention Whore". LOL Maybe not. Making myself sound bad there. Nevermind. Nevermind. I really dun know what Im going on about here. I need a genie. My miracle worker (my huns) is a fake. He cant do assignments for me and make ugly things vanish from sight. Tee hee

I'm just bored. I'm cranky. I hate assignments. I hate numbers.

My week, of all weeks, is full with dinner appointments, and yet, I'm not the least bit motivated because I haf no money. (Where do these people get the money from?!)

And yes, for those of you who haf been loyally keeping up wif muh blogging, all I can complain about is my incurable compulsive disorder, my depleting bank account (they are both definitely HIGHLY correlated) and some sort of attention deficit disorder. :D

Oh, I found a hidden stash of cash under my bed yesterday night. Hmmm. Not more than fifty tho. Forgot i put it there. Wonder what possessed me to do so in the first place. o_O

I still hate numbers.

I can see my week turning out into another one of those boring and stressful and tantrum-full weeks. Hopefully the weekend wont be sho bad. With rains and showers, I'm beginning to doubt it. Stay home and watch dvds with the male? :)

I really am not myself today.

Argh. Ok end rant.

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Today's entry...

Could not sleep a wink yesterday nite. Tossed and turned for nearly a whole hour. Cuda been the tea i had before bed, or...other things bothering me. >.< When I finally fell asleep at 3 a.m., in what I thought was a thousand years, my internal clock starts to screw up and decides to wake me up at 7.30 a.m. Groans and double groans. I forced myself to go back to sleep but I couldnt *siGhz* So i drag myself up and starts panicking over both my assignments. And well, Rara...my life isnt exactly interesting. Really. It's just curses after curses. Just when I thought my bad luck coudnt get any worst, I realized I was shit late for class and I had 15 mins to get ready! That's just crazy. With my work 99% completed, in my infelicitous stupor, I grabbed my bags and ran out the door with my PJs on, without a bra (yes, spare the details). Whilst waiting for the lift, my silly neighbour's door opened and out tore the Jack Russell, charging right towards me. Or shud I say that wretched thing started humping my leg. *grumble* Realizing how late I was, and taht in the spur of the moment, I was bra-less, i ran back into the house with the mutt still hanging onto my leg. I didnt dognap the darn thing but I fink it was the smell of the kitchen that drove it away (thank god). Fast forward, of all days, I decided to tram to the train station when i cuda walked. And the friggin tram waited at an intersection long enough for me ta walk to the train station and back. FUCK. 3 more mins. Finally, just as I was flying down the stairs to the station, I bumped into a middle aged woman who asked if I wanted a ticket. I said no, and prepared to run, and in that split second, she grabbed me and demanded I give her my ticket. Wat da fuck?!! Trying not to cause any dramas, or to beat up an elderly woman in public, i freed myself from her grasp (courtesy of kick boxing classes) and thankfully...caught my train in time.

There you go. That's enough drama for the week. Now i need sleeppppp...

Psycho encounter!!

2005-04-26T23:49:00.000+09:30

This morning, i was happily enjoying my breakfast, munching away on Nutrigrain when my tooth struck something rock hard. When it says "iron food" on the cereal box, I didnt think they'd literally mean it! Yeesh. Thinking it was some sort of special specimen, I decided to post it to Kellogg's headquarters to complain (and also to get justice for my poor slightly, very minimally chipped tooth). But as luck has it, lil ol me has been jinxed with butter fingers and klutziness for all eternity that, as I walked into the kitchen area, i tripped over the rug and out fell the iron bit into the fire on the stove. There was a loud hiss. And smoke started clouding around the pot. So i turned the fire off to save that wretched specimen, and the stuff in the pot ofcourse. As I moved the pot aside, there stood, in its blackened glory was the iron bit. Hard as rock as ever. Then I thought, maybe it was some special competition they had so I began searching the box for details, but ofcourse, my mind's just bullshitting me as usual. I would try to put it over the fire to see if it'd perish to prove my point to the people at Kellogg's that they tried to kill an innocent 21 year old wif iron bits in her cereal...and also probably bribe them into giving me an executive position at their headquarters as Chief Designer or Marketer, but sadly enough, it didnt quite work out that way. In the end, i decided to throw the iron bit away after much hesitation. :p

My next "excitement" for the day was a chance, near encounter with a sicko. This guy was sorta following me back from my walk from the train station to my apartment. Long story short, just as I was about to arrive at the steps of my apartment, he reached into his bag and purposely dropped a stack of photos. I was just about to yell out "Hey mistaa!" BUT when I looked down at the pix..to my horror...they were all obscene pictures of an asian chick giving a blowjob or some nude pix. EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW I didnt even bother to wait, I just ran up the stairs as quickly as possible. Cold sweat and all. And I am still, very much shaking from wat happened. So freaky!! *sob*

P/S I did change the layout of my blog but i think some of the HTML commands are quite screwed up because the site doesnt seem to show properly sometimes, and if you noticed, the links are fuct up which is why I can not seem to delete/add more blog links. Bear with me whilst I attempt to sort this out. :D

This week's review

2005-04-24T17:37:00.000+09:30

I actually had some pretty interesting article to put in here which I got off the Uni's weekly student mag. But I cant seem ta find it, and well..will def put eet up when ive cleared muh shite. Anyways, some quick updates...

// assignments (psych ones) at third year level has robbed me of my social life
// ..it has also, as part of a short-term ripple effect caused a hole in my wallet to eat out more (because I haf no time to cook, and instant noodles are becoming the death of me now)
// I haf successfully..or well sorta, curbed my compulsive disorder (i.e. shopping) *WHEE*
// ..but then the attention has been moved to objects in other departments, namely the HOUSEHOLD/ELECTRIAL APPLIANCES section. Damn! Which will bring me on ta my next update..
// During the Myer one day sale, and in my lil delirious stupor, I purchased one of those "industrial" juicers, those types which you can fit a whole apple in, simple because I'm too lazee to peel and cut, and I still stand firm by my motto of "work hard to be lazy"...SO, anyway, back to the juicer story, of which I duly and happily returned the next day when i Came to muh senses
// so I dun think I've made much improvement on that disorder (yes, this does count as an update) BECAUSE i went out shopping and within the first 15 mins, i bought a bag from Nine West and a fcuk top. Not that im complaining :p
// Disorder #2 caused me to suffer a heart attack and slight paranoia of mobile phones, or Optus for that matter because my bill came, and never in my life did I believe ppl when they say i talk too much. I do now. *sob*
// I've made friends with the people at the local bead shop because they see my pretty face there at least twice every week. One of the sales assistant even asked me why wont I just purchase more beads at one go so I wont hafta go back so often. Maybe she didnt quite like me after all. Hmmph.
// i came to a conclusion that my huns and i arent getting married anytime soon. oops. did i say that out loud? hehe LOL just kidding :p
// i've approached a new level of psycho-activitism and im just aching to go home and spread some misery (and some others) to my mummy and everyone else.

MWAH Haf a great weekend all. I sure am enjoying myself. Tee hee

Men and their porn

2005-04-18T17:26:00.000+09:30

A recent conversation with a girlfriend just sent my anger management ravelling out of control. Not only that, my already not-so-feeling-well gut just turned inside out, and it feels as if I was experiencing an internal tsunami. Some girls are sensitive about the porn her boy has. Some are ok, but still quite edgy about what to have and what NOT to have.

Now this particular bloke had a "secret" folder of pictures of her hot friends. I guess if that folder was in the "My Pictures" folder and not so discrete, then maybe it's not so bad? But still, seriously, what the hell is it doing in there?! My poor friend was ballistic. And so was I when I found out, many blue moons ago, that my boyfriend (who's now an ex) did the exact same thing, and not only that, he had images of young girls wif boobs, and some, no boobs! That's just sick and wrong. I can feel my stomach reaching my throat now. What is wrong wif some men, I swear. Sick bastards. And there's nothing more a girl can stand than a lying cheating man. Those who did cross me, was left without a social life or as a matter of fact, he just vanished off the face of this earth.

So the debate here is, what is "acceptable" porn? Ladies (and men)...fire away. :)

I miss u...

2005-04-13T11:35:00.000+09:30

i miss u. i miss u. i miss u. i miss u. i miss u. i miss u. i miss u. i miss u.
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i miss u. i miss u. i miss u. i miss u. i miss u. i miss u. i miss u. i miss u.
i miss u. i miss u. i miss u. i miss u. i miss u. i miss u. i m going crazee.

Some pictures...

2005-04-11T14:33:00.000+09:30

I can't feel my head, and my heart anymore. I feel so numb. I'm just so drained of all energy I could ever possibly haf. Here are some pix which I have (long) forgotten to upload.

At TGIF wif some gurlfriends..

There shud be another one here, in this space [x] but it appeared too blurry so I took it off for awhile till I can find a better clearer replacement. :)

Back in KL at Soul'd Out

That's me and my hunnie booboo!! Uumm that's one of my bestest friends in the white shirt next to me, and the rest..well you know who they are :p And, happy anniversary - I love you for who I am when I'm with you, and for all that we've been thru. xoxo

Happy Birthday Racheyyy!!

2005-04-02T11:35:00.000+09:30

Go shorty its your birthday, we gonna sip Bacardi like its your birthday!!
MWAH MWAH I love you rachey pooo (that's not wat i call my sis, but for the sake of our reputations, we shall not publish the actual names online :p) Happpy happee bwirthday. All the best to whatever you do, that are ahem good and even though you are now a year older, you will always be my lil "baby" sister. *Aww* Go out there and party hard wild thang, and shake that booty like never before. Umm, maybe we shud just postpone that obscene bit to your 21st. *sniff* They grow up so fast...Anyways, be good and stay good! :D

8 years ago...

Finito!

2005-04-01T05:59:00.000+09:30

It's officially over between us! I don't want to have anything to do with, or see or hear about it anymore. After having spent such a long time in misery and hopelessness, sleepless nights, constant nightmares, crying and slaving...I have decided to finally put an end to this pain, yes no more procrastinating (and Im sorry you had to hear it in such a way). I don't know what the future holds, but I guess this would be another small milestone in my journey of life. Nothing too special I guess. Been there, done that. And yes, after having had so many experiences of this sort, one would be insentient from the effects. I guess I'm a free one now, or for the time being at least, until the next one comes along. And just to make it official...I am finally done with that horrid, all terrifying, mind-numbing 2,500 words of a lab report on the vertical auditory localisation! *phew*

And, btw, Happy Fool's Day. :)

Citations d'Amour

2005-03-30T12:52:00.000+09:30

"Des paroles de douceur,
Des moments de bonheur.
Des regards échangés,
Un zeste de complicité.
Des étoiles dans les yeux,
La joie d'être deux.
Main dans la main,
Suivre le même chemin.
Des rêves plein le coeur,
Que du plaisir, aucune rancoeur.
Aimer et oublierLes blessures du passé.
Juste la magie de l'amour,
Une belle vie pour toujours."
asdaksdjhksdhakssjk-Julie Jamar-

...also.....

"Aimer, ce n'est pas regarder l'un l'autre,
c'est regarder ensemble dans la même direction."

...and most importantly,

Je t'aime non seulement pour ce que tu es mais pour ce que je suis quand nous sommes ensemble, and you know who you are. :)

Grumpy Men's Syndrome

2005-03-28T12:46:00.000+09:30

Disclaimer: The contents of this article/entry are not intended on labelling and/or insulting any particular individual(s) whatsoever.

Merde....et...merde...c'est tout merde. I cant seem to concentrate or the very least, focus a miniscule of my efforts into revising and/or preparing for my assignments. As usual, since I am so dedicated to the loyal subjec..i er meant readers of my blog, my mind trails off to think of what i can write next that could be of interests to my adoring public, and some others. :p And voila, after having given it some in-depth thought, I haf decided to share my views (and research) on the new rage male - which, hopefully, in the near future might appear as a significant contribution to my thesis. LOL Here goes...

He blows hot and cold. Innocent third parties are blamed for the loss of his nail clipper. He’s in a rage over queues, slow drivers, "stupid people" and waitresses who take too long to deliver the bill. Welcome to the world of Irritable Male Syndrome, the official club for grumpy men.

It’s a subject that has been preoccupying psychologists, and researchers in previous studies define IMS as a state of hypersensitivity, anxiety, frustration and anger (yes, "core emotions") associated with biochemical changes, hormonal fluctuations, stress and a loss of male identity. Hmm, and you wonder? There are two ways a hypersensitive man will go: Make it quite clear that everyone else is responsible for his rotten life, usually with sentences that begin, “You never ...”, or “Why don’t you ever ...”. OR withdraw into a numbing silence that can be likened to "emotional sunburn". tee hee There’s nothing like a metaphor for explaining why out-of-sorts men feel as bad as they do. Funny enough, the term "male syndrome" was coined by a sheep psychologist who observed similarities between irritable men and the behaviour of rams who at the end of the mating season will behave badly. o_O

This, girls as we all know in society today, is not age-specific and may have underlying social causes. *grumble* (Question: Why do we hafta suffer for their crap?) Like i mentioned previously, men can just forget about the everything that we fought about, but that doesnt neccessarily mean that it's not still lingering in him! "Hell hath no fury like a man devalued".

...worst than our wrath. And they say we are bad. Hmmph.

Anyhoo, wat came up to be pretty shocking to me was that this aint no joke. There are rising concerns that irascibility can mask severe depression, which health authorities have been predicting will become the second-biggest medical cause of death and disability by 2020. So, people, therapy is the way to go. Or, just talk things through with one another, not shout mind you (Yes, u didnt need a psychologist to tell u that). *winks*

So i guess for now, we shud just enslave ourselves to showering our males with love, love, love and more love so there is not a speck of chance he'd evolve into a grumpy ol scrooge. If it helps, that is. :)

And since im on the subject of males, i thought i'd go test out which gender my brain actually is :p

Your Brain is 86.67% Female, 13.33% Male

You have the brain of a girly girl <-- yeesh!

Which isn't a bad thing at all

You're emphatetic, caring, and in tune with emotions.

You're a good friend and give great advice.

What Gender Is Your Brain?

A form of stupidity

2005-03-27T23:10:00.000+09:30

I haf no idea why or how come I keep getting myself into doing stupid, and the stupidest of all things sometimes. Could i really be that senseless? Anyways, this pic below was taken during one of my interior deco stints for a friend's 21st. I just like to hang loose and haf fun sometimes, or maybe all the time. :D

Silly me!

Just admire and dun ask why. :)

People always seem to remember me as someone who can never stop smiling. Why. I dun even know myself. But there are times (like now) when i feel so shite, fuct and jaded like never before, that i can still bring myself to smile at the very least things. There are a million and one things that I cud complain about, YET i can still smile at the end of the day. AARGH. Ok, end rant. I shall go sleep, and sleep on my depression now. :x

Psych-ed

2005-03-23T18:58:00.000+10:30

Here's a scenario. You're sitting at a table. You haf just been finger printed and have shown a picture ID. You look around and see about many more nervous people. Okla, fast forward abit when that stern-looking invigilator walks in, and after wat seems like eternity, you are told to open your booklet to page 4 and begin working.

Your mouth is dry. Your palms are soaking wet. You open to page 3. You have 10mins to solve a five-part problem based on the following information.

Eleven books are arranged from left to right on a shelf. Of the eleven, two are novels, two are art books, three are hisotry books, and four are chemistry books. The two art books are next to each other. The two novels are not next to each other. The history books are next to each other. A novel is on one end of the row, and a history book is on the other.

Abit bewildered, you examine the first two questions.

Question 1. If the second book is a chemistry book, and the four chemistry books are next to each other, then which one of the following books must be an art book?

Select one. A-The fifth; B-The sixth; C-The seventh; D-The eight; E-The ninth.

You're prolly thinking.."Wat da..??!!" Nvm. Next question.

Question 2. If the second, third, fourth, and seventh books are chemisty books, which of the following must be true?
I. The sixth book is an art book
II. The eighth book is a novel
III. Each novel is next to at least one chemistry book.

Select one. A-I only; B-II only; C-III only; D-I and II only; E-I, II and III

Your heart beats a little faster, in fact it's racing it's lil pulses out. Your mind starts to freeze up like an overloaded computer. Only two minutes has passed and you still dun haf your bearings. The person sitting next to you looks a bit faint. Another makes a mad dash for the restroom.

Ladies and gents, welcome to the world of competitive standardized psychological tests in the 21st century peeps. This is the kinda shit that I will be paid to do in future (i hope, if i can pull together my pHD). I mean, i will be paid to come up wif mind-boggling shit like that, which FYI, my classmates and I had to spend a whole hour coming up wif stupid questions like these, and spend another half working out and arguing over the answers. That nite after class, I was found staggering back home. Nausea. Light-headedness. You name it. I went to bed without dinner. *plop* like that.

FYI again, these were the actual questions that were used in the Law School Admission Test (LSAT). Whether or not a student is admitted into law school is almost entirely determined by that person's score on the LSAT and undergraduate grade point average.

Bwahahahha good luck people, to those of you thinking of going to law school :p

A thing or two about lurve - as taught by blokes

2005-03-14T14:57:00.000+10:30

As i haf been infuriatingly searching around for a place to move, the wonder-me still finds time to shop (always haf the time), eat, read cosmos, work on assignments, attend classes, eat, watch telly, wash my never-ending pile of "handwash clothes", search for jobs, eat again, and...stay alive. At the end of each typical day, I still haf a morsel of sanity left to ponder about the griping issues of relationships and my depleting bank account. And here's what i thought, after deciding and debating for so long that I do agree with Cosmo in many ways about the six guy traits when it comes to relationships.

They dont dissect relationship details. Yeap, our obsession over details just burns us females out, whils the males are happily wondering what's next on telly. So the reason for some relationship blow-outs are ahem "our" constant habit of finding tiny dating flaws. We should (observe the word "should") vow not to scrutinise and split hairs because all these overanalysis may seem like we're over-obsessive freaks who appear destructive in relationships.

They're not hellbent on being told that we love them. Heck! From my experience, it's been only one out of the lot. Dropping the L-word is a major romantic milestone. But I guess there's a limit to demanding the love verbally all the time. As long as we keep reminding ourselves of all the nice shweet ways he's demonstrated his love for us, or me (which i think you shud take it up a notch huns), I wont start getting cranky. *fingers crossed* And the one thing at the end of the day, it's that the one out of the lot that truly loves you from his crazy twisted cold heart. *winks*

They make sex a priority. 'Nuff said. Very self-explanatory, no?

They can accept our flaws. Women often see men as a piece of clay that can be shaped into the perfect boyfriend. I guess it's the same for everyone else, but it prolly goes double for us ladies, why? Because we hafta constantly deal with immaturely developed males who do not appear to act their age. It's funny how there was an ongoing debate I read awhile ago on why God did not allow men to develop mentally FIRST then the rest of their body parts. *chuckle* Anyhoo, back to the point, we girls hafta begin to accept a chap for who he is, and not as an extreme makeover waiting to happen. Some girls just goto the extreme on wanting to change the boy even though they appear to be "ok". Suggestions and comments do not hurt, but the male has to also understand that you are trying to help, and not just some obsessive freak geared to make a new person. I love my hubbeeschoobs, but there are times when he just drives me NUTS and I mean on the brink of insanity, and I guess ditto for me, soo...because therapy is too expensive, we c-o-m-p-r-o-m-i-s-e. Right huns?

They just get over it. Even the most perfect couple will occasionally clash. While guys generally get pissed off and let it go, women are more likely to internalise their anger - which explains why we think some guys are psycho-ed when they can pretend nothing happened the next day. So, let it go! Speaking from personal experience with the male, it's not a good idea to "sleep on it", maybe not in most cases, that is. It's alot better to get it out of the system and/or drop it if it's insignificant. It's not letting him off the hook, but it's also doing yourself a favor. :)

They dont blab to their mates. This, i thought was pretty funny, or sorta. We girls luRve to chat, and i mean, shit..blab and blab forever. We exchange sex tips, raunchy getaways, bedroom stories and wat nots, but men might in actual fact find all these "sharing" a violation of trust. Some might, some might not. But hey guess wat, we feel the same way too! Editors these days just underestimate the potential of male bitchiness.

If only women didn't have to deal with the mood swings that come in tandem with fluctuating levels of oestrogen and progesterone. We are after all, part of the cosmic divine. Again, I may yet be suffering from mild paranoia. :p

Saturday morning...

2005-03-05T13:21:00.000+10:30

I'm on a shopping ban. Or at least I should be!

My parents have taken the extreme measures of NOT sending me any money until I openly confess that I do have a disorder at large. So you see, I've got only AUD1000 to last me till god-knows-when-they-decide-to-send, and prolly another thousand which I was smart enough to secretly change before I came back here. But that still doesn't help a poor lil brat who's still having difficulties...

1. Curbing her sweet tooth diet
2. Curbing her expensive purchase diet (on food and clothes)
3. Controlling herself :p

New pair of pants from A|X...

1 Nine West pebble minibarrel in black

Kookai tops

More cute underwear :p

Contemplating a white hobo as well as a black ruffled Max Mara blouse (which I already have in white)

..and possibly many more other items.

Someone cure me. I'm afflicted and I need to be put under house arrest.

I can see the male giving me the eye and shaking his head in...in...watchamacallit...shite, writer's clot. Well, one of his predicted actions would be "Tsk tsk baby".

Oh oh oh! Just thought I'd share this happy moment with you guys - I finally drew the courage to walk up to the store and buy my long awaited *drumroll please* double fudge brownie!!! *giggle* I swear I've been craving for that block of calories since, even before the x'mas hols started, and having returned to KL, I was dead set on conquering all at the Mrs Fields kiosk at BSC, and/or KLCC. But you know wat, fate's not on my side because the shops have all so mysteriously disappeared around KL. And so, because life loves punishing me, I had to fork out AUD2.60 to satisfy my cravings, all just for a block of undescribedly, awe-inspiring, heavenly swirls of fudge...worth it? I think so! Bwahaha..

Anyhoo, classes has just begun for the majority of us and well, I'm not exactly looking forward to the rest of semester except my packaging design classes on fridays, which, ironically, I should loathe. But when you love something, you gotta make the sacrifice. :D Speaking of which, I mish my booboo! (Yes i know, here she goes again) I mish waking up to the smells of crisp, buttery toast and fluffy scrambled eggs. Smells of sweet orange juice and creamy hot cocoa. Smells of oatmeal and cinnamon and hot muffins with honey. MMmmmmmm heaven.

Ok sorry, playback...minus the oatmeal and cinnamon and honey boney thing, coz that was just a dream. False alarm peeps *grins* And yes my hunnie does cook me breakfast (in bed) - when he feels like it! Having said that, I cannot wait to spend easter with him, altho we haven't got anything planned yet! 20 more days and still counting! *wheeee*

In the past 3 hours, I have attempted to write a novel. And here's what I've got so far...

"The attacks bracketed Sunday's presidential elections in Chechnya, a Kremlin-baked move aimed at undermining support for the insurgents by establishing a modicum of civil order in the war-shattered republic."

LOL Not getting far am I?

Cryin monsta

2005-02-28T23:06:00.000+10:30

Hello all, sorry for no blog updates coz I've been such a lazy arse, and also because i've been so tied up with some other things...things back home, and now, back here in Melb. A couple of nites ago, as i lay, starring at the ceiling, I had a blog inspiration, but then again, I couldnt be bothered to get up from my cosy comfort to scribble or type it up. And now, I'm just plain uninspiringly boring. Speaking of which, I feel that my three month break has also drained me of any intellectual thoughts, through which I can fully express myself, or not LOL That prolly made no sense again. My friend once said to me a long time ago (since I started this blog) that I shud start keeping count the number of times i said "that prolly made no sense", to show how indefinitely confused I am about myself. No, not my sexuality, just...myself and life. I guess it's his nice way of saying "look how fuct up you are". hehe From the day I was born, I guess i was already "fuct up" in some ways because my parents are a mixture of god-knows-wat, and no one i know has so much hyper-psycho energy as I do. In fact, no one i know (so far) can squeak as high-pitchedly as me. Is that good or bad? Well, put it this way, we're all special one way or the other hehehhe

I've been thinking alot these past few weeks, and I've came to another one of my million conclusions that, in the past two years, I feel that my life has changed rather dramatically. I mean, losing both gramps is definitely something stirring, especially if one is so close to both their grandparents on either side. Now that I've only got both grandmamas left, I honestly cant imagine wat or how I wud be feeling when their time "comes". I guess, life does go on, but if you haf people by your side, and things to keep you occupied, the time will pass rather easily. I dunno what my point is here, not just yet (i'm building the foundation of the story i think) but I realize, I've had a lot of breakdowns recently. It really is very scary and crazy how emotional I can get at times, AND especially when i'm alone at home, or just left to think about things like these. I guess when I first came here, I had my boyfriend who gave me all the comfort I cud have, so in a way, he took my mind off my family and that aching feeling of missing home, coz...he was "home" and all I ever needed to live happily ever after. But as time went by, I also had to face the fact that we cannot spend 24-7 together, unless ofcourse we move in together and, on the extreme side of things, get married *grins* And so, as a mature person in a rather mature relationship, I wud hafta be a very understanding person (but I'm not sometimes) because I know other people cannot spend 24-7 wif me, and it's not just my hunnie buns. And so, recently, I've just been very bothered by alot of little things and as I sit alone, at home...my mind starts to wander. I miss my family so much that I cry. Yes, it's perfectly normal in such circumstances but it's gotten to a point where my crying can be so disturbingly sudden at times.

I've evolved into a crying monster! Maybe it's just the pressure and all other things netted together but I honestly haf no idea why I am the way I am now. One side of me would say that stuff like these wouldnt call for tears, but another side of me would be sobbing my heart out because I'm such a spoilt little brat who's been growing up in the comforts of a huge familee. So, would u reckon...should a psycho like me deserve some sympathy or not? In such extreme conditions, I'm afraid anything other than sympathy will just kill me, but then again if you feed me wif more sympathy, my crying monster side will glut it all down and multiply in size. You think? Sighz. So griping.

Anyways, to those of you lovelies who I didnt get or haf the opportunity to meet, soooweeez. Jacjac, i did call you out, so dun say i didnt - somebody just happened to be busy that day. Maybe you shud just come to melb and i guess that way none of us can run away LOL. Well i hope all is good wif ya and everyone else.

Back to school. *groan*

P/S Lub ya all :)

Ploop!

2005-01-13T01:36:00.000+10:30

Here's a thought:
What distinct sounds would a rusty spigot spout if a rusty spigot got turned on?

And the answer...

The rusty spiggot
sputters,
utters,
a splutter,
spatters a smattering of drops,
gashes wider;
slash,
splatters,
scatters,
spurts,
finally stops sputtering
and plash!
Gushes rushes splashes
Clear water dashes.

Onomatopoeias! Pfft. :p

Happy New Year 2005

2005-01-06T01:17:00.000+10:30

A year's gone by in a single blink,
A year of both joy & sorrow,
But that is our life as we would think,
Our life of 2004 and 2005 tomorrow (now)...

So let's move onwards with our lives,
Don't hold back and do not fear,
Our future our fate as always survives...

To all the people I love,
Here's to all the dramas we had in 2004,
Looking forward to more love and happiness this year (less spite & vengeance)
"Make love not war" :p
Happeee new year folks! *mwah mwah*