Hedonistics Anonymous
Saturday, December 31, 2005
HAPPY NEW YEAR 2006!!!Yes peoples... HAPPY NEW YEAR 2006 to each and every bee-yoo-ti-fool one of you!!! *hugzmuakzhugz*
So how did I spend my NYE?
1. Had the obligatory dinner at Harbour View Hotel with the family first. Binged on roast lamb and beef. The chicken moussaka was great too if I remember...
2. Aaron picked me up around 9:30pm and we both headed to Hilton Hotel because I promised to bring him to Senso, the sort-of-new wine lounge there.
3. Reached Hilton. Walked to the entrance of Senso. Freaked out when we heard that the cover charge was RM89 per head inclusive of one drink . Fuck, and I don't even take alcohol!!!!!! We turned around and left.
4. Settled on Seattle Coffee at Merdeka Palace. Sad hor? I had a decaf iced latte while Aaron had an iced latte and a chicken mushroom pie, that bingerrrr!!!! Btw, The entrance to Victoria Arms (VA) cost RM55. Cheaper than Senso but we were still too tight-fisted to shell out anything above RM30. Heh.
5. I called Zul. He gets in to VA for free all the time.
6. Zul came and brought Aaron and I in. Yay!!! Happiness!!! We saved RM55 each!!! I bet those voyeurs at Seattle Coffee must've been soooo jealous to see us walk into VA for free... well, at least that's what Aaron thought!
7. VA was full of aunties, uncles, gweilos and their potato queens. The band was going wayyyyy retro - Think Jive Bunny, Footloose, Chubby Checker. Totally NOT my cup of tea but I wasn't going to act like some ungrateful brat in front of Zul.
8. Aaron left to the loo 30 seconds before countdown. The band told everyone of the dancefloor to open their partypacks and take out the clapper/whistle/whatever. I was the only one without a party pack. One of the lady singers pitied me and gave me a confetti popper.
9. Countdown - 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2... WHERE IS AARON????
10. ....ONE!!!! HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!! Balloons fell... People hugged and kissed... I got hugged by the guy standing next to me. The band started playing Auld Lang Syne (don't know how to spell it) and still no signs of Aaron. Cipiets idiot. I spent my NYE alone on the dancefloor and he spent his in the loo.
11. Aaron came back and we hugged and made up.
12. I looked for Zul and got my obligatory kisses.
13. Aaron wanted to go to the "park". So we thanked Zul for bringing us in and he made us down a glass of diluted Chivas each. I was whining and giving him huge puppy dog, mascara-ed eyes but he didn't let me off the hook. "But I can't drink!!!!" I wailed.
"Just this once..." he said.
"But... but... but..."
"Please... drink it. For me." Now it was his turn to put on puppy dog eyes.
So I downed the whole glass. And I got two more kisses as a reward.
So happy!!!!! I heart Zul very much!!!!!
14. Aaron and I went to the park to indulge in some voyeurism. I was moaning and bitching because high-heels and wet grassy paths DO NOT make a good combo. But we spotted a few good-looking hunks. If we'd stay awhile longer, we'd prolly get to see some gay action but I was reluctant to ruin my heels and so we left.
15. Went home, staggered upstairs and flopped into bed. Zzzzz....
So how did I spend my NYE?
1. Had the obligatory dinner at Harbour View Hotel with the family first. Binged on roast lamb and beef. The chicken moussaka was great too if I remember...
2. Aaron picked me up around 9:30pm and we both headed to Hilton Hotel because I promised to bring him to Senso, the sort-of-new wine lounge there.
3. Reached Hilton. Walked to the entrance of Senso. Freaked out when we heard that the cover charge was RM89 per head inclusive of one drink . Fuck, and I don't even take alcohol!!!!!! We turned around and left.
4. Settled on Seattle Coffee at Merdeka Palace. Sad hor? I had a decaf iced latte while Aaron had an iced latte and a chicken mushroom pie, that bingerrrr!!!! Btw, The entrance to Victoria Arms (VA) cost RM55. Cheaper than Senso but we were still too tight-fisted to shell out anything above RM30. Heh.
5. I called Zul. He gets in to VA for free all the time.
6. Zul came and brought Aaron and I in. Yay!!! Happiness!!! We saved RM55 each!!! I bet those voyeurs at Seattle Coffee must've been soooo jealous to see us walk into VA for free... well, at least that's what Aaron thought!
7. VA was full of aunties, uncles, gweilos and their potato queens. The band was going wayyyyy retro - Think Jive Bunny, Footloose, Chubby Checker. Totally NOT my cup of tea but I wasn't going to act like some ungrateful brat in front of Zul.
8. Aaron left to the loo 30 seconds before countdown. The band told everyone of the dancefloor to open their partypacks and take out the clapper/whistle/whatever. I was the only one without a party pack. One of the lady singers pitied me and gave me a confetti popper.
9. Countdown - 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2... WHERE IS AARON????
10. ....ONE!!!! HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!! Balloons fell... People hugged and kissed... I got hugged by the guy standing next to me. The band started playing Auld Lang Syne (don't know how to spell it) and still no signs of Aaron. Cipiets idiot. I spent my NYE alone on the dancefloor and he spent his in the loo.
11. Aaron came back and we hugged and made up.
12. I looked for Zul and got my obligatory kisses.
13. Aaron wanted to go to the "park". So we thanked Zul for bringing us in and he made us down a glass of diluted Chivas each. I was whining and giving him huge puppy dog, mascara-ed eyes but he didn't let me off the hook. "But I can't drink!!!!" I wailed.
"Just this once..." he said.
"But... but... but..."
"Please... drink it. For me." Now it was his turn to put on puppy dog eyes.
So I downed the whole glass. And I got two more kisses as a reward.
So happy!!!!! I heart Zul very much!!!!!
14. Aaron and I went to the park to indulge in some voyeurism. I was moaning and bitching because high-heels and wet grassy paths DO NOT make a good combo. But we spotted a few good-looking hunks. If we'd stay awhile longer, we'd prolly get to see some gay action but I was reluctant to ruin my heels and so we left.
15. Went home, staggered upstairs and flopped into bed. Zzzzz....
Wednesday, December 28, 2005
Meet DanielI attended my ex-highschool-classmate's wedding held at Hilton Hotel last night. It was pretty fun and admittedly, I did enjoy myself.
Okay. Everyone meet Daniel.
This guy is also my ex-highschool-classmate. He reads my blog. And when we do meet up, he'll never hesitate to rehash my latest blog bits, which is rather slightly unnerving for me. Yes I know my blog is public and I'm very okay with people reading it, but to have people actually telling me that they actually read it is... kinda... I don't know... weird.
Daniel was at the dinner last night. After countless mugs of beer, he got super-red. In contrast his gleaming white shirt, he reminded me of a Christmas candy-cane. His bloodshot eyes matched his complexion perfectly. It was freakishly fun to watch.
But hey, a tipsy Daniel is a happy Daniel.
Right in the middle of the third dish or so, he hollered at me across the table, "Hey!! I heard you've got alot of boyfriends!! So how many have you had, huh?"
Everyone looked up.
Mortified, I shot back, "Daniel, you're drunk."
"No, I'm not!! Who says I'm drunk?"
"Yes, you're drunk." (Translated: DANIEL, JUST SHUT UP!!!!)
"Oh okay."
(-_-);
LOL. I'm sooo never going to invite him to my wedding. If I do, I'll muzzle him first or have the waiter slip a few benzos in his beer. Then he'll happily pass out face-first into the bowl of sharksfin soup.
A stoned Daniel is a happy Daniel too, I reckon. Heh.
Tuesday, December 27, 2005
My dose is sduffed ubRight now if you asked me to say "My nose is stuffed up", it would prolly come up as "My dose is sduffed ub". Breathing and swallowing is so difficult. My mouth is multi-tasking - eating, breathing, swallowing, talking... and my tastebuds seem to have stopped functioning. I'm munching on imported pizza-flavoured pretzels (at least that's what the box says it is) but apart from the biscuity-crunch, I CAN'T TASTE A THING!!! *wails*
*grumpily stores pizza pretzs back in box to be consumed when tastebuds stop being such dickheads*
I'm currently craving for McD's curly fries.
I'm currently craving for beef. Especially the raw-ish smoked beef at Habana Club.
Aaarrggghhh... I'm so sick of not being able to taste or smell anything. If I could, I'd snack on a dollop of Bovril just to see how high my salt threshold is at the moment. Hell, at this rate I could prolly munch on some cili padis without even flinching. But nah.. I'm not going there. Heh.
One good thing: I've *stopped* smoking. But the downside is that I still automatically gravitate towards outdoor seatings. Yes... the telltale signs of an ex-nicoaddict - like ill-trained dogs, we're seldom allowed indoors. *smirks*
Oh, and if you do catch me smoking again, it's prolly due to either Jeremy or my best doctor friend, Aaron. Jeremy smokes more, but Aaron smokes the same brand of cigs as Ido used to. So both are probable nico-pitfalls for me. But since Jeremy has resolved to quit smoking and Aaron's going back to Aussie in mid-Jan, I should be relatively safe, yeah?
*grumpily stores pizza pretzs back in box to be consumed when tastebuds stop being such dickheads*
I'm currently craving for McD's curly fries.
I'm currently craving for beef. Especially the raw-ish smoked beef at Habana Club.
Aaarrggghhh... I'm so sick of not being able to taste or smell anything. If I could, I'd snack on a dollop of Bovril just to see how high my salt threshold is at the moment. Hell, at this rate I could prolly munch on some cili padis without even flinching. But nah.. I'm not going there. Heh.
One good thing: I've *stopped* smoking. But the downside is that I still automatically gravitate towards outdoor seatings. Yes... the telltale signs of an ex-nicoaddict - like ill-trained dogs, we're seldom allowed indoors. *smirks*
Oh, and if you do catch me smoking again, it's prolly due to either Jeremy or my best doctor friend, Aaron. Jeremy smokes more, but Aaron smokes the same brand of cigs as I
Yesh... I is back!!!
Melancholy Thongs is soooo sweeeeet to dedicate this post to me!! (eventhough it's just a short one)
Anyway, yes I am back in Kuching. Still suffering from a hint of jet lag and chapped skin. Oh, and exhaustion as well, thanks to the sadistic tour guide who insisted on "ming tian zao shang liu dian ban MORNING CALL!"*
Things I learned when travelling to a cold country:
1. Bring extra rich moisturiser. Slather it on thickly. Reapply every hour or so. By the time your skin feels slightly dry, it's already too late - be prepared to peel.
2. Ditto for lip balm. Invest in a really good one. Lancome's lip balm is super yummy... I had to restrain myself from licking my lips after applying. Biotherm's is also good but it's not flavoured so it's not as fun as Lancome's.
3. Hair conditioner is a must if you do not want dry, static-ridden hair. Before blow drying wet hair, remember to slather moisturiser on face first.
4. Eye drops for contact lens users.
5. Woollen gloves suck. I prefer either leather or suede ones. Ski gloves are good too if you don't mind the bulk.
6. Vicks or Axe oil are necessary to keep your nasal passages clear when you sleep. Very cold air tends to result in making your nose either overly runny or totally stuffed up.
7. Take at least one Vitamin C tablet a day to prevent cold and sniffles. Garlic pills and horseradish pills also help.
Anyway, yes I am back in Kuching. Still suffering from a hint of jet lag and chapped skin. Oh, and exhaustion as well, thanks to the sadistic tour guide who insisted on "ming tian zao shang liu dian ban MORNING CALL!"*
Things I learned when travelling to a cold country:
1. Bring extra rich moisturiser. Slather it on thickly. Reapply every hour or so. By the time your skin feels slightly dry, it's already too late - be prepared to peel.
2. Ditto for lip balm. Invest in a really good one. Lancome's lip balm is super yummy... I had to restrain myself from licking my lips after applying. Biotherm's is also good but it's not flavoured so it's not as fun as Lancome's.
3. Hair conditioner is a must if you do not want dry, static-ridden hair. Before blow drying wet hair, remember to slather moisturiser on face first.
4. Eye drops for contact lens users.
5. Woollen gloves suck. I prefer either leather or suede ones. Ski gloves are good too if you don't mind the bulk.
6. Vicks or Axe oil are necessary to keep your nasal passages clear when you sleep. Very cold air tends to result in making your nose either overly runny or totally stuffed up.
7. Take at least one Vitamin C tablet a day to prevent cold and sniffles. Garlic pills and horseradish pills also help.
8. Drink alot alot alot of water eventhough cold weather does increase the urge to pee.
*Tomorrow morning 6:30am morning call.
Wednesday, December 21, 2005
Day 2 - ShangsI'm blogging from the hotel in Hangzhou. It's effing cold.. -6 deg C. Five layers of clothes PLUS a winter coat and I'm still shivering like mad.
Going to WuXi later.. waiting for the coach to come now.
Strangely, I can blog but I can't view my own blog.
Will be back on the 27th. Consider this my "short" blogging hiatus.
Merry Christmas in advance to all of you!!!
Sunday, December 18, 2005
I don't like the cold... *sniffles*The chilly weather today only served to freeze the soles of my feet when I rest them too long upon the smooth terrazzo floor. I don't like it at all because the cold makes me all coughy and sniffly. Strangely, it seems that the older I get, the more averse I am to temperature changes. I don't like anything below 15 deg C. If I'm in an enclosed space, don't EVER let the temperature drop lower than 22 deg C.
I don't know if this trait is exclusive to me, but I usually feel my nose first if I'm cold. My nose freezes up very fast, and if it does, it's a sure sign that the rest of me is going to get cold soon. A cold nose is NOT a good sign for me... (oh wait, isn't this a canine trait as well...?)
My sister told me the temperature in Shanghai fell to -3 deg C a few days ago.
Gloomy yay. I want Bryanboy's Lagerfield fur coat and gorgeous fox stole, William.
Sigh.
Makes me soooo wish I had requested to go to sunny Melbourne instead.
I don't know if this trait is exclusive to me, but I usually feel my nose first if I'm cold. My nose freezes up very fast, and if it does, it's a sure sign that the rest of me is going to get cold soon. A cold nose is NOT a good sign for me... (oh wait, isn't this a canine trait as well...?)
My sister told me the temperature in Shanghai fell to -3 deg C a few days ago.
Gloomy yay. I want Bryanboy's Lagerfield fur coat and gorgeous fox stole, William.
Sigh.
Makes me soooo wish I had requested to go to sunny Melbourne instead.
Friday, December 16, 2005
The things I do.......for my parents. My mother, actually.
Sigh.
I'll be going on vay-cay-shun next Tuesday for 8 days. The deal I made with my boss is that I'll have to hand up all my report sections by Monday in order for him to approve my leave. So I'm really slogging at the rate of one report per day in order to get everything done.
My mother comes home to see me typing away...
Sigh.
I'll be going on vay-cay-shun next Tuesday for 8 days. The deal I made with my boss is that I'll have to hand up all my report sections by Monday in order for him to approve my leave. So I'm really slogging at the rate of one report per day in order to get everything done.
My mother comes home to see me typing away...
Mum: Oooo... you're on the Net! Can open Airasia website?
Me: Why?
Mum: I want to book airtickets.
Me: What for?
Mum: Because I want to bring you for holiday mah...
Me: No.
Mum: Don't be like that lah...
Me: No. Don't want. I'm busy, okay?
Mum: Can lah... eh, your laptop is very nice leh...
Me: .........
Mum: The screen is very sharp, hor?
Me: .........
Mum: The colour is very bright... Oh, look! You're in Airasia already... help me check Kuching - KL flight on this date... bla bla bla
What can I say? My notebook is sucker for praises.
Thursday, December 15, 2005
Of Christmas carols and classical musicMy throat hurts real bad... I'm coughing and sniffling... and the office's subzero temperature ain't helping one bit.
Anyway, I'm in a Christmas-carolsy cum classical music mood. For some reason, the Vienna Boys Choir seems to appeal to me alot at the moment. Their rendition of Pachelbel's Cannon in D is simply heavenly... gave me goosebumps all over. Check it out:
Anyway, I'm in a Christmas-carolsy cum classical music mood. For some reason, the Vienna Boys Choir seems to appeal to me alot at the moment. Their rendition of Pachelbel's Cannon in D is simply heavenly... gave me goosebumps all over. Check it out:
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My favourite Christmas song so far is The Little Drummer Boy, and I've got a few versions of it - Vienna Boys Choir, Jessica & Ashlee Simpson... but I like the David Bowie & Bing Crosby versh best. IMHO, this song SHOULD NEVER be sung solo/duet by girls. Unless she's a natural baritone, of course...
Another song hot on my playlist at the moment is Neil Diamond's You Make It Feel Like Christmas. Admittedly it's not very Christmasy but it has a wistful egde that tugs on my heartstrings... *yeouch!*
Another song hot on my playlist at the moment is Neil Diamond's You Make It Feel Like Christmas. Admittedly it's not very Christmasy but it has a wistful egde that tugs on my heartstrings... *yeouch!*
Other Christmas songs on my playlist that I like are:
- Mariah Carey - All I Want For Christmas Is You
- Michael Buble - I'll Be Home For Christmas (This versh is soooo much better than the Frank Sinatra one...)
- Wham - Last Christmas
- Ray Stevens - Grandma Got Run Over By A Reindeer
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Wednesday, December 14, 2005
I'm not lazy...I'm just a self-confessed narcissist. Heh.
Blogthings courtesy of Jeremy.
| You Are Chinese Food |
 Exotic yet ordinary. People think they've had enough of you, but they're back for more in an hour. |
| Your Brain's Pattern |
 Your mind is a firestorm - full of intensity and drama. Your thoughts may seem scattered to you most of the time... But they often seem strong and passionate to those around you. You are a natural influencer. The thoughts you share are very powerful and persuading. |
| Your Ideal Relationship is Marriage |
 You've dated enough to know what you want. And that's marriage - with the right person. You're serious about settling down some time soon. Even if you haven't met the person you want to get hitched to! |
| You Are a Little Scary |
 You've got a nice edge to you. Use it. |
| You Are Lemon Meringue Pie |
 You're the perfect combo of sassy and sweet Those who like you have well refined tastes |
Snickers |
 Nutty and gooey - you always satisfy. |
| You Are Dancer |
 Carefree and fun, you always find reasons to do a happy dance. Why You're Naughty: That dark stint you had as Santa's private dancer. Why You're Nice: You're friendly. Very friendly. |
The reindeer one cracked me up. I didn't know that Santa was into erm... animal lap dancing? But then again, I'm not too surprised considering that it can get realllllyyyy boring up North.
Oooo.. my colleague MK and I have two new words to add to our vocab:
1. ADD (as in Aye-Dee-Dee, not add) which stands for Attention Deficit Disorder is used to replace the word "fickle".
E.g: Oh gawd, talking to her gives me a headache... she's sooo ADD!! She managed to cover 20 different topics in less than a minute!!
2. Rememberize which is a nice combo of remember and memorize.
E.g: Why don't you rememberize your Maybank account number? It would save you alot of hassle...
Sleep deprived
I.am.so.tired.
Last night I slept at 3am unintentionally. Just so happened when I looked up from my Sudoku game, the clock told me I had a maximum of 4 hours to catch some shuteye.
And now I'm slogging away trying to complete my report, and to my horror I dozed off a few times while typing and when I woke up, my report had soooo many typos. It doesn't help that I'm using my notebook and I'm still in the process of getting used to the keyboard layout and feel.
*Yawwwnnnnnnnn...*
My neck hurts.
My nose is sduffed ub.
My eyes are slightly red.
I'm super duper cranky. Not even my bf can cheer me up over the phone.
Him: What are you doing, baby?
Me: My report.
Him: Oh I see... still got a long way to go?
Me: Yes. VERY LONG WAY TO GO.
Him: Okay, if like that then I won't disturb you, k? I'll be watching TV... :)
Me: Okay! :)
So he goes off to watch MY favourite tv program, CSI, while I slog away like a donk on the dreaded report. But I'm very okay with it. I think we've reached the stage where we don't depend solely on each other for support and stuff like that. Amazing. *wry smile*
Goodnite peeps.
Last night I slept at 3am unintentionally. Just so happened when I looked up from my Sudoku game, the clock told me I had a maximum of 4 hours to catch some shuteye.
And now I'm slogging away trying to complete my report, and to my horror I dozed off a few times while typing and when I woke up, my report had soooo many typos. It doesn't help that I'm using my notebook and I'm still in the process of getting used to the keyboard layout and feel.
*Yawwwnnnnnnnn...*
My neck hurts.
My nose is sduffed ub.
My eyes are slightly red.
I'm super duper cranky. Not even my bf can cheer me up over the phone.
Him: What are you doing, baby?
Me: My report.
Him: Oh I see... still got a long way to go?
Me: Yes. VERY LONG WAY TO GO.
Him: Okay, if like that then I won't disturb you, k? I'll be watching TV... :)
Me: Okay! :)
So he goes off to watch MY favourite tv program, CSI, while I slog away like a donk on the dreaded report. But I'm very okay with it. I think we've reached the stage where we don't depend solely on each other for support and stuff like that. Amazing. *wry smile*
Goodnite peeps.
Tuesday, December 13, 2005
Eyesore / Sexual IQThis morning as I was "hiking" to the office (yes, my car is parked quite far away) I saw an old indian geezer with a long wispy chinaman beard. He was probably waiting for the bus in front of Everise Supermarket. I was trying to tread carefully across the slippery sidewalk tiles so I had to keep my eyes on the ground. When I reached my usual road-crossing spot near the bus stop, I looked up and guess what I saw.
A stretch of dark gray cloth and a big gaping hole in between.
The old geezer's fly was undone.
Bloody hell. At first I was stunned. Then I was annoyed. Then I got very, very pissed. There should be a law banning senile, amnesiac old men from public. I know I'm not being politically correct but fuck it, I'm sooooo pissed..!!! Why does my morning have to be ruined by such an unpleasant sight?? Ugh ugh ugh ugh... *wails*
WHY CAN'T IT BE ETHAN HAWKE OR JUDE LAW?!?! WHY WHY WHY?!?!
*throws hands up in resignation*
On a lighter note, this is suppose to make me happy but I'm too distraught to care....
A stretch of dark gray cloth and a big gaping hole in between.
The old geezer's fly was undone.
Bloody hell. At first I was stunned. Then I was annoyed. Then I got very, very pissed. There should be a law banning senile, amnesiac old men from public. I know I'm not being politically correct but fuck it, I'm sooooo pissed..!!! Why does my morning have to be ruined by such an unpleasant sight?? Ugh ugh ugh ugh... *wails*
WHY CAN'T IT BE ETHAN HAWKE OR JUDE LAW?!?! WHY WHY WHY?!?!
*throws hands up in resignation*
On a lighter note, this is suppose to make me happy but I'm too distraught to care....
You have a sexual IQ of 149 When it comes to sex, you are a super genius. You have had a lot of experience, and sex interests you so you know a lot about it. You pride yourself on being a source of information and guidance to all of your friends. Take this quiz at QuizUniverse.com |
And yes, I know what snowballing is.. heh.
Monday, December 12, 2005
I am NOT a good samaritanYesterday afternoon on the way back from the *koff*pharmacist*koff*, I saw an old man hobbling across the road. He was practically taking A-G-E-S to complete the last one meter that will place him on the divider in the middle of the road.
Anywayyyy, I slowed down and as I drove past him, he peeked into my car and grinned. I stopped at the junction (red light bah!) and continued to monitor the old geezer from my sideview mirror. He kept looking my way and guess what...?
He started hobbling towards my car.
Oh fuck, fuck, fuck... I was soooo cursing... wishing ferociously for the traffic light to switch to green. I know I should have wound up my window that very minute, but I was smoking and honestly, winding up the damn window didn't even cross my mind then.
(Old man kept getting closer and the traffic light was still red... fuck fuck fuckkety fuck!!!!)
Suddenly he appeared beside me.
I didn't even have the grace to smile. I just half-stared, half-glared at him.
"Miss, can you give me a lift to the post office? My car... bla... bla... bla...", he asked in hokkien.
I was only half listening to him because I was too busy staring at the things he was carrying, the most lethal being an umbrella. Not my fault, I've heard tooooo many horror stories of "innocent" passengers turned rapists or murderers. And what if he was just pretending to hobble...?
Fuck.
I said okay. VERY GRUDGINGLY.
The old man happily hobbled to the passenger side of the car and opened the door. At that moment, the traffic light decided to turn green. The old man took forever to heave both his legs into the car. Other vehicles behind me started to honk impatiently. So embarassing.
I wasn't a happy girl. Yes, I got the old fella to his destination in one piece and watched him hobble up the steps safely before leaving, but it wasn't something that I really wanted to do. I mean, damn... did I look "safe"? I was SMOKING while driving, with one hand slung out of the window. Is that what a nice, good girl would do? Some more, didn't he notice the most unwelcoming snarl on my face?
I think he's probably short-sighted bordering blindness. He probably thought I was smiling. And my ciggie is a lollipop. No wonder he happily singled me out of a long line of "taxis". Grrrrr....
(I did estimate that if I was going a neat 80km/h I could've sent him heavenwards, but nvm...)
Anywayyyy, I slowed down and as I drove past him, he peeked into my car and grinned. I stopped at the junction (red light bah!) and continued to monitor the old geezer from my sideview mirror. He kept looking my way and guess what...?
He started hobbling towards my car.
Oh fuck, fuck, fuck... I was soooo cursing... wishing ferociously for the traffic light to switch to green. I know I should have wound up my window that very minute, but I was smoking and honestly, winding up the damn window didn't even cross my mind then.
(Old man kept getting closer and the traffic light was still red... fuck fuck fuckkety fuck!!!!)
Suddenly he appeared beside me.
I didn't even have the grace to smile. I just half-stared, half-glared at him.
"Miss, can you give me a lift to the post office? My car... bla... bla... bla...", he asked in hokkien.
I was only half listening to him because I was too busy staring at the things he was carrying, the most lethal being an umbrella. Not my fault, I've heard tooooo many horror stories of "innocent" passengers turned rapists or murderers. And what if he was just pretending to hobble...?
Fuck.
I said okay. VERY GRUDGINGLY.
The old man happily hobbled to the passenger side of the car and opened the door. At that moment, the traffic light decided to turn green. The old man took forever to heave both his legs into the car. Other vehicles behind me started to honk impatiently. So embarassing.
I wasn't a happy girl. Yes, I got the old fella to his destination in one piece and watched him hobble up the steps safely before leaving, but it wasn't something that I really wanted to do. I mean, damn... did I look "safe"? I was SMOKING while driving, with one hand slung out of the window. Is that what a nice, good girl would do? Some more, didn't he notice the most unwelcoming snarl on my face?
I think he's probably short-sighted bordering blindness. He probably thought I was smiling. And my ciggie is a lollipop. No wonder he happily singled me out of a long line of "taxis". Grrrrr....
Thursday, December 08, 2005
Friday afternoonFriday afternoon at the office. It's 2:25pm. There is a certain manic calm in the air... it's Friday for crissakes - untold pleasures of hard clubbing, drinking, dancing late into the night for some. Others like me who live a milder, alcohol-free lifestyle would probably be hanging out at some cafe, smoking and laughing away with close friends.
Alphaville's Big In Japan is blasting through my earphones. I love retro. Currently hot on my playlist as well is Toto's Africa.
Retro can never be replicated.
My boss has a sense of humour. His email read: Good news and bad news. The bad news is that you are all required to work this Saturday. The good news is that it will be the last Saturday that you work for 2005.
How cute.
Sashimi and oysters tonight, anyone?
Alphaville's Big In Japan is blasting through my earphones. I love retro. Currently hot on my playlist as well is Toto's Africa.
Retro can never be replicated.
My boss has a sense of humour. His email read: Good news and bad news. The bad news is that you are all required to work this Saturday. The good news is that it will be the last Saturday that you work for 2005.
How cute.
Sashimi and oysters tonight, anyone?
The colour of my heart is... (and more)
Nicked this one from Melancholy Thongs. She had a whole list of random blogthings which I attempted, but my results and hers were similar except for this one:
| Your Heart Is Orange |
 Love equals unbridled happiness for you. You enjoy the wild ride of falling in love. And while the ride is fun for a while, you always get off once the thrill is gone. Your flirting style: Hyper Your lucky first date: Anything you need your passport for! Your dream lover: Is both daring and well grounded What you bring to relationships: Energy |
What Color Heart Do You Have?
Anywayyyy, I took the test twice... merely changing my answer to Q2 because I love both sushi and italian food. And suddenly:
| Your Heart Is Red |
 You're a passionate lover - you always have a huge fire in your heart. Too bad it's hard for you to be passionate about just one person! Your flirting style: Outgoing and sexy Your lucky first date: Drinks and dancing Your dream lover: Is both stable and intense What you bring to relationships: Honesty |
| How You Are In Love |
 You fall in love quickly and easily. And very often. You tend to take more than give in relationships. You tend to get very attached when you're with someone. You want to see your love all the time. You're secretly hoping your partner will change for you. You stay in love for a long time, even if you aren't loved back. When you fall, you fall hard. |
| You Have a Choleric Temperament |
 You are a person of great enthusiasm - easily excited by many things. Unsatisfied by the ordinary, you are reaching for an epic, extraordinary life. You want the best. The best life. The best love. The best reputation. You posses a sharp and keen intellect. Your mind is your primary weapon. Strong willed, nothing can keep you down. Your energy can break down any wall. You're an instantly passionate person - and this passion gives you an intoxicating power over others. At your worst, you are a narcissist. Full of yourself and even proud of your faults. Stubborn and opinionated, you know what you think is right. End of discussion. A bit of a misanthrope, you often see others as weak, ignorant, and inferior. |
| How You Live Your Life |
 You have a good sense of self control and hate to show weakness. You say whatever is on your mind. Other people's reactions don't faze you. You tend to have one best friend you hang with, as opposed to many aquaintances. You tend to dream big, but you worry that your dreams aren't attainable. |
Wednesday, December 07, 2005
The colour of my blog is...| Your Blog Should Be Purple |
 You're an expressive, offbeat blogger who tends to write about anything and everything. You tend to set blogging trends, and you're the most likely to write your own meme or survey. You are a bit distant though. Your blog is all about you - not what anyone else has to say. |
What Color Should Your Blog or Journal Be?
Nicked this little whatchamacallit from Jeremy, the sunshine blogger *rolls eyes*... heh!
Dang, it's no fun to work when you're sleepy.
Dang, it's no fun to work when you're sleepy.
Let's go RETRO!
Being a child of the 80's means...
1. Building castles on the beaches of Sematan with Modern Talking's Brother Louie blaring from the big, boxy radio...
2. Culture Club's Karma Chameleon and watching my friend wear felt hats and flashy clothes ala Boy George.
3. Rap music was never cooler. Think MC Hammer, Snap, and Vanilla Ice. And noone gave a damn if you're black or white.
4. Michael Jackson was still considered macho. (Remember Smooth Criminal?) All his songs kicked ass. No wussy "Heal the World" crap. He didn't mess with little boys. And he actually featured chicks in his music videos.
5. Madonna was a confused religious slut trying to find her inner hair colour. And she couldn't decide whether rounded or pointy boobies were better, hence the infamous cone bustier. But her songs were very, very good.
6. Wholesome boy and girl singers - Kylie Minogue, Jason Donovan, Tiffany, Belinda Carlisle, Tommy Page...
7. The hottest, hottest boy band in the world - NEW KIDS ON THE BLOCK!! I once worshipped these blokes. No kidding. So did Melancholy Thongs if she dares to laugh. Hah! (Womansie, at least I fancied Joe... who did you fancy again? LOL!)
8. Watching the following cartoons: Thundercats, Bionic 6, Transformers, Saber Rider & The Star Sheriffs, Jem & The Holograms, My Little Pony, Carebears and my all-time favourite...
1. Building castles on the beaches of Sematan with Modern Talking's Brother Louie blaring from the big, boxy radio...
2. Culture Club's Karma Chameleon and watching my friend wear felt hats and flashy clothes ala Boy George.
3. Rap music was never cooler. Think MC Hammer, Snap, and Vanilla Ice. And noone gave a damn if you're black or white.
4. Michael Jackson was still considered macho. (Remember Smooth Criminal?) All his songs kicked ass. No wussy "Heal the World" crap. He didn't mess with little boys. And he actually featured chicks in his music videos.
5. Madonna was a confused religious slut trying to find her inner hair colour. And she couldn't decide whether rounded or pointy boobies were better, hence the infamous cone bustier. But her songs were very, very good.
6. Wholesome boy and girl singers - Kylie Minogue, Jason Donovan, Tiffany, Belinda Carlisle, Tommy Page...
7. The hottest, hottest boy band in the world - NEW KIDS ON THE BLOCK!! I once worshipped these blokes. No kidding. So did Melancholy Thongs if she dares to laugh. Hah! (Womansie, at least I fancied Joe... who did you fancy again? LOL!)
8. Watching the following cartoons: Thundercats, Bionic 6, Transformers, Saber Rider & The Star Sheriffs, Jem & The Holograms, My Little Pony, Carebears and my all-time favourite...
HE-MAN AND THE MASTERS OF THE UNIVERSE!!
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Tuesday, December 06, 2005
Heartfelt thanksThe past four days have been absolutely draining - both mentally, physically, and emotionally. And there was absolutely nothing I could do to remedy the situation. It was like being stuck in a hurricane - you're absolutely powerless to do anything except to hope for the best.
For those who know me well, I can't/don't pray because I don't have a religion. But I was desperate. So I did the next best thing. That's why yesterday afternoon I asked you readers to keep me in your prayers.
And guess what... a miracle happened last night.
I'm not out of this volatile situation yet, but at least I'm getting somewhere... which is definitely a marked improvement.
My heartfelt thanks goes out to all you good people out there - jay, snglguy, plink, thongs, yvy, mr j... (Have I missed out anyone else? Anyway, a big thank you to you too!) for all the prayers, well wishes, happy thoughts, empathy etc.
The power of prayer is a very humbling experience for me.
For those who know me well, I can't/don't pray because I don't have a religion. But I was desperate. So I did the next best thing. That's why yesterday afternoon I asked you readers to keep me in your prayers.
And guess what... a miracle happened last night.
I'm not out of this volatile situation yet, but at least I'm getting somewhere... which is definitely a marked improvement.
My heartfelt thanks goes out to all you good people out there - jay, snglguy, plink, thongs, yvy, mr j... (Have I missed out anyone else? Anyway, a big thank you to you too!) for all the prayers, well wishes, happy thoughts, empathy etc.
The power of prayer is a very humbling experience for me.
Monday, December 05, 2005
Thunderstorms loom on the horizon and I don't have an umbrella...Pretty catchy song, easy to listen too...
Anywayyy, I'm really not in a mood to blog today. There's just too much on my mind, too much to deal with, too many personal kinks to iron out.
Sometimes the world sits too heavily on my shoulders.
I haven't crumble yet but there are hairline cracks that threaten to grow deeper and deeper...
In the meantime, keep me in your prayers and do enjoy the song.
Anywayyy, I'm really not in a mood to blog today. There's just too much on my mind, too much to deal with, too many personal kinks to iron out.
Sometimes the world sits too heavily on my shoulders.
I haven't crumble yet but there are hairline cracks that threaten to grow deeper and deeper...
In the meantime, keep me in your prayers and do enjoy the song.
Sunday, December 04, 2005
To YOUIf I wasn't THAT nice I would have told YOU exactly what I thought of you. I wouldn't have just kept quiet like what I'm doing now.
I know what you did/said behind my back but I choose to overlook it because I find it too absurd to continue this drama. Yes, I call this situation a "drama" because it's so OTT. It sure beats the heck out of those fiery Spanish telenovelas or those sappy Korean series.
Silence DOES NOT mean consent. Always remember that.
Anywayyyy, why do you care so much about how I run my life or whom I mix with? I'm not anyone special. I lead a boring life. Not glamorous. Not popular. And the thing is, I do not care to be because I'm happy with who I am. I do not need people to adore me. I do not need to be better than anyone because I am not them, nor are they me.
I do not tell you how to run your life. I do not tell you who to be friends with. So please do the same for me.
The least you could do is to STOP trying to turn my good friend(s) on me, because it sooo doesn't and would never work. *smirks*
Oh... and btw, I don't care if THAT GUY doesn't know who I am... I'm not that hard-up for attention. If all the guys I fancy are suppose to know who I am, I would have Brad Pitt and Edison Chen's contact number in my phone now.
I know what you did/said behind my back but I choose to overlook it because I find it too absurd to continue this drama. Yes, I call this situation a "drama" because it's so OTT. It sure beats the heck out of those fiery Spanish telenovelas or those sappy Korean series.
Silence DOES NOT mean consent. Always remember that.
Anywayyyy, why do you care so much about how I run my life or whom I mix with? I'm not anyone special. I lead a boring life. Not glamorous. Not popular. And the thing is, I do not care to be because I'm happy with who I am. I do not need people to adore me. I do not need to be better than anyone because I am not them, nor are they me.
I do not tell you how to run your life. I do not tell you who to be friends with. So please do the same for me.
The least you could do is to STOP trying to turn my good friend(s) on me, because it sooo doesn't and would never work. *smirks*
Oh... and btw, I don't care if THAT GUY doesn't know who I am... I'm not that hard-up for attention. If all the guys I fancy are suppose to know who I am, I would have Brad Pitt and Edison Chen's contact number in my phone now.
P/S: This post only goes out to one specific person. So don't ANYONE come up to me and try to play guesswork or else I'll tell you to go fug yourself. Seriously.
Food MEME
Thank you Yvy... next time you come to Kuching, I don't want to bring you out to eat anymore haaaa...
So you "kay-poh" people wanna know my 5 childhood MEMEries of things to eat, yea?
1. Bovril
Spread on bread. Added to Maggi Mee to flavour the soup. Added to plain porridge. Mashed with a hard-boiled egg. I tell you, this super tasty beef extract is effing versatile. Much better than Marmite, which I absolutely detest. There was once when the govt was making a big hoohaa over the Mad Cow Disease and started banning all beef products from the UK, including my precious Bovril... it was a terrible time. *sigh*
2. "Bak Pau" (Steamed pork buns)
... from the old wet market at Green Road. Whenever my grandmother made a trip to the market, my sister and I would request for a bak pau each. I loved the bak pau because it came with slivers of "char siu" and a quarter of a hard-boiled egg inside. And when you take the first bite into the steaming pau, the rich aroma of savoury pork would gently hit your nostrils and ooooo... it was just sooooo good....
3. Pickled "Choy Sum" / Pickled Lettuce
When I was much younger, my parents would leave me at the nursery before heading off to work. Apart from milk, the only thing I remembered eating at the nursery was porridge and pickled choy sum. I'm sure there were other food on the menu but they probably weren't too outstanding. Anywayyyy, I loved pickled choy sum when I was small. I loved the sweet-salty, umami taste and the slight crunchiness of the choy sum. Unfortunately, I can't tolerate that stuff now. Whenever I go to supermarkets and I chance upon the little glass jars containing pickled choy sum, I feel slightly sick.
4. Pretzels
My father was very, very strict on junk food last time. No sweets, chocs, crackers, or ice-cream at home. But he allowed us to eat pretzels - long, thin, sugar-coated biscuit-like sticks. The highlight of going to the nearby grocery store was to buy a packet of pretzels. I don't recall the brand but they came in a red and silverish foil packaging. But my affinity for pretzels didn't last long. They were just... well, boring.
5. Python / Monitor Lizard
Once when I was around 6 years old, my dad brought my mum and I to some coffeeshop at night where they served either python or monitor lizard soup. It didn't look too spectacular - chunks of white meat with "kei chee" (wolfberries) in a bowl of clear broth. It tasted pretty good - very similar to tender chicken. But since Yvy described monitor lizard meat as stringy like beef, I think what I had was probably python meat then...
6. Porcupine meat
... Ooops! The MEME only called for 5 kinds of food, so no porcupine meat description then... hehe!
MEME tagging instructions:
List down the last 5 (including yourself) who have been tagged and then followed by those who are GOING to be tagged (at least 3, or more) so here goes :
So you "kay-poh" people wanna know my 5 childhood MEMEries of things to eat, yea?
1. Bovril
Spread on bread. Added to Maggi Mee to flavour the soup. Added to plain porridge. Mashed with a hard-boiled egg. I tell you, this super tasty beef extract is effing versatile. Much better than Marmite, which I absolutely detest. There was once when the govt was making a big hoohaa over the Mad Cow Disease and started banning all beef products from the UK, including my precious Bovril... it was a terrible time. *sigh*
2. "Bak Pau" (Steamed pork buns)
... from the old wet market at Green Road. Whenever my grandmother made a trip to the market, my sister and I would request for a bak pau each. I loved the bak pau because it came with slivers of "char siu" and a quarter of a hard-boiled egg inside. And when you take the first bite into the steaming pau, the rich aroma of savoury pork would gently hit your nostrils and ooooo... it was just sooooo good....
3. Pickled "Choy Sum" / Pickled Lettuce
When I was much younger, my parents would leave me at the nursery before heading off to work. Apart from milk, the only thing I remembered eating at the nursery was porridge and pickled choy sum. I'm sure there were other food on the menu but they probably weren't too outstanding. Anywayyyy, I loved pickled choy sum when I was small. I loved the sweet-salty, umami taste and the slight crunchiness of the choy sum. Unfortunately, I can't tolerate that stuff now. Whenever I go to supermarkets and I chance upon the little glass jars containing pickled choy sum, I feel slightly sick.
4. Pretzels
My father was very, very strict on junk food last time. No sweets, chocs, crackers, or ice-cream at home. But he allowed us to eat pretzels - long, thin, sugar-coated biscuit-like sticks. The highlight of going to the nearby grocery store was to buy a packet of pretzels. I don't recall the brand but they came in a red and silverish foil packaging. But my affinity for pretzels didn't last long. They were just... well, boring.
5. Python / Monitor Lizard
Once when I was around 6 years old, my dad brought my mum and I to some coffeeshop at night where they served either python or monitor lizard soup. It didn't look too spectacular - chunks of white meat with "kei chee" (wolfberries) in a bowl of clear broth. It tasted pretty good - very similar to tender chicken. But since Yvy described monitor lizard meat as stringy like beef, I think what I had was probably python meat then...
6. Porcupine meat
... Ooops! The MEME only called for 5 kinds of food, so no porcupine meat description then... hehe!
MEME tagging instructions:
List down the last 5 (including yourself) who have been tagged and then followed by those who are GOING to be tagged (at least 3, or more) so here goes :
And now I would like to pass the baton to the following gourmands:
Thursday, December 01, 2005
T'is the season...
Christmas is probably my favourite festive season, simply because I don't celebrate it. I don' t have to spring clean the house. I don't have to buy Christmas outfits. I don't have to roast turkeys and reindeers. And I do get gifts once in awhile, unlike other festivals such as Hari Raya or Deepavali *rolls eyes* So yeah, Christmas rawks!!!
My Christmas wishlist:
- Nokia 6230i
- FCUK shirt (only the black ones, please)
- Guess handbag (but the LV Denim Speedy bag would be soooo welcomed!)
- iPod Video (iPod Nano also cannnn)
- Anything from Tiffany & Co.
- L'oreal Mascara in black (non-waterproof, please)
- Guess watch
- Eyeshadows in any colour except earth tones. Watson's inhouse brand would do.
- Bedsheets (single-sized. Add-on a comforter)
- DKNY Be Delicious perfume
Any kind and generous readers out there? ;)
