Hedonistics Anonymous
Thursday, March 30, 2006
When people fail to observe blog ethics and etiquetteTo Miss ZG,
Your comments on my friend's blog seriously pissed me off.
I am not being rude, but face it... you ARE a gwai poh. That's pure Cantonese for "caucasian female" which I am very sure you are. Ask any Cantonese-speaking person. Mat Salleh is not a degradatory term. It means caucasian or "white person" in Malay. 15 years in Malaysia should have taught you this. But then again, you're probably too busy launching sneak attacks on bloggers to actually take note, aye?
"...I agree that perhaps that I was a bit too much in calling you by that term, but as I stated, it was marked in jest, unlike what you called me in here and as I read behind the line, it is with prejudice and sarcasm and I cannot tolerate that at all. I was deeply offended by that remark and by your petty behaviour that I was tempted to succumb to your pettiness and contact my dear friend in Sarawak, Datin [name removed], the dear wife of your boss and show to her what her husband's employee been doing during office hours and how you basically call us and the racist remark you made here. I am quite certain that I am not the only one that is offended by the remark you posted and I am also quite confident that several other people are offended by the way you treat others and the way you basically push your views on people and at the same time discard and remove the views of others that is contrary to yours..."
Hmm. On contrary, I think the only person who is offended is YOU and your little tattletale friend whose name you keep rehashing like a bad case of poison ivy. Ugh.
Let me give both of you a few tips on blog ethics and etiquette:
1. Slander is bad.
2. Threats are bad.
3. Name-dropping is absolutely pretentious. So what if you know a certain Datin? I bet that even she would resent you using HER name to cause someone to lose his job.
4. BLACKMAIL IS HEINOUS SIN PUNISHABLE BY DEATH!
I am a peaceful person, contented to watch lives go by on the sidelines. But I get furious when certain know-it-alls create unnecessary trouble in blogsphere, disrupting our peace, and spoiling our moods. People who fight dirty by publishing details of our personal lives out of spite do not deserve our respect. Miss ZG, I see you run a boutique production house and your qualifications are rather impressive, I must admit. But when you punch below the belt, all I see is sheer UNPROFESSIONALISM and I just cannot bring myself to respect you. And I'm sure other bloggers out there would be inclined to agree with me.
Honestly, I am taking a big risk today by posting my 2 cents worth on this matter, knowing how influential you are. I guess you'll probably get ticked off and threaten to report me to my boss, but remember this: Karma - what goes around, comes around.
You live in Malaysia, but I AM a Malaysian. See the difference?
Good.
Peace and Respect, y'alls.
Your comments on my friend's blog seriously pissed me off.
I am not being rude, but face it... you ARE a gwai poh. That's pure Cantonese for "caucasian female" which I am very sure you are. Ask any Cantonese-speaking person. Mat Salleh is not a degradatory term. It means caucasian or "white person" in Malay. 15 years in Malaysia should have taught you this. But then again, you're probably too busy launching sneak attacks on bloggers to actually take note, aye?
"...I agree that perhaps that I was a bit too much in calling you by that term, but as I stated, it was marked in jest, unlike what you called me in here and as I read behind the line, it is with prejudice and sarcasm and I cannot tolerate that at all. I was deeply offended by that remark and by your petty behaviour that I was tempted to succumb to your pettiness and contact my dear friend in Sarawak, Datin [name removed]
Hmm. On contrary, I think the only person who is offended is YOU and your little tattletale friend whose name you keep rehashing like a bad case of poison ivy. Ugh.
Let me give both of you a few tips on blog ethics and etiquette:
1. Slander is bad.
2. Threats are bad.
3. Name-dropping is absolutely pretentious. So what if you know a certain Datin? I bet that even she would resent you using HER name to cause someone to lose his job.
4. BLACKMAIL IS HEINOUS SIN PUNISHABLE BY DEATH!
I am a peaceful person, contented to watch lives go by on the sidelines. But I get furious when certain know-it-alls create unnecessary trouble in blogsphere, disrupting our peace, and spoiling our moods. People who fight dirty by publishing details of our personal lives out of spite do not deserve our respect. Miss ZG, I see you run a boutique production house and your qualifications are rather impressive, I must admit. But when you punch below the belt, all I see is sheer UNPROFESSIONALISM and I just cannot bring myself to respect you. And I'm sure other bloggers out there would be inclined to agree with me.
Honestly, I am taking a big risk today by posting my 2 cents worth on this matter, knowing how influential you are. I guess you'll probably get ticked off and threaten to report me to my boss, but remember this: Karma - what goes around, comes around.
You live in Malaysia, but I AM a Malaysian. See the difference?
Good.
Peace and Respect, y'alls.
Wednesday, March 29, 2006
When words fail
I typed a whole bunch of stuff.
And then I deleted each and every word.
Sometimes things are just better left unsaid.
Tuesday, March 28, 2006
Brokeback meme murderJeremy tagged me.
For that, I hope he gets eaten by a wheelchair.
The Challenge:
To write a short story of not more than 200 words, based on the following words which can only be used once!
For that, I hope he gets eaten by a wheelchair.
The Challenge:
To write a short story of not more than 200 words, based on the following words which can only be used once!
1. sleepover
2. whip
3. handcuffs
4. leather
5. sexy
6. threesome
7. hairy
8. shotgun
9. squeeze
10. explosion
Leon and Jerry held hands as they entered the bedroom. "Thanks for inviting me for a sleepover," Leon whispered as gave Jerry's tight ass a little pinch.
Jerry rubbed Leon's tented crotch in return. "No problem, honey. Hey, would you like to see my new 9-pronged whip? It comes with matching titanium handcuffs and a leather pecker leash with diamond studs!"
"Oooooooh.. now that's sexy!" squealed Leon as he fingered the leash, "We should really have another threesome with Jack one these days and make him our slave!"
Jerry gave a disgusted groan, "Ewww... not Jack! He's fat and his hairy ass stinks of fermented shit all the time..."
"I heard that."
Jerry and Leon spun around in horror only to see a shotgun muzzle inches away from their faces.
"JACK! NOOOOOOOO!" they both screamed.
"Hasta la vista, you cocksucking bastards!" growled Jack as he proceeded to squeeze the trigger.
There was a huge explosion that rocked the neighbourhood. And then another.
Jerry rubbed Leon's tented crotch in return. "No problem, honey. Hey, would you like to see my new 9-pronged whip? It comes with matching titanium handcuffs and a leather pecker leash with diamond studs!"
"Oooooooh.. now that's sexy!" squealed Leon as he fingered the leash, "We should really have another threesome with Jack one these days and make him our slave!"
Jerry gave a disgusted groan, "Ewww... not Jack! He's fat and his hairy ass stinks of fermented shit all the time..."
"I heard that."
Jerry and Leon spun around in horror only to see a shotgun muzzle inches away from their faces.
"JACK! NOOOOOOOO!" they both screamed.
"Hasta la vista, you cocksucking bastards!" growled Jack as he proceeded to squeeze the trigger.
There was a huge explosion that rocked the neighbourhood. And then another.
Monday, March 27, 2006
Wheelchairs are evilI don't like wheelchairs. Especially those in vintage wooden ones. Wheelchairs give me the creeps. I would die if I had to sleep in a room with an empty wheelchair in the corner.
Those bloody things attack in packs and worst of all, they can't be killed. You just run for your life when you encounter these killer wheelies. And I hate the way they move... sort of jerky and spasmodic - like how Samara moved towards the TV when she came out of the well in The Ring.
Double ugh. *shudders*
On a different note, I'm amused and slightly awed when it comes to observing how passionate kids can get when it comes to fighting for something that they believe in. When I say kids, I mean those of schooling age or those yet to enter the working world. They would fight and argue over the dumbest things - even petty issues, but when they do, they give it their all.
Sometimes I wonder where they get all their energy from. I myself get exhausted just watching them argue over something as anal as which coffeeshop sells the best laksa or chicken rice.
Driving home from work yesterday, I imagined some time in the near future when anger and passion can be converted into electricity and we'll harness all kids between ages 12 to 21 to little generators. Then we'll give them all a hot topic to rant and rave about. Imagine the amount of electricity produced - there's probably more than enough to power the entire country!
This little idea is a throwback from college days, when we used to make fun of this super-fat bitchy lecturer. Whenever there's a power failure, we used to holler at him to get his fat arse back on the stationary bike and pedal faster to generate more electricity.
Oh yes, we were evil as wheelchairs back then.
Sunday, March 26, 2006
Ching Ming shenigansFamily dinner on Saturday ended at midnight. I guess everyone had a rip-roaringly good time.
Sunday morning, my mother woke me up at 5am.
This could only mean two things: either we have an effing early flight to catch, or it's Ching Ming. The latter took the cake, though.
Ching Ming (Chinese versh of All Soul's Day) can be rather fun though. My recent conversion to Christianity, meant that I was exempted from Taoist worship - but ONLY worship. I still had to help lug the tray of vegetarian food and sacks of folded paper ingots. I also had to help spread the paper money on top of the grave mound. 2nd aunty watched me in action and asked, "What do you do that for?"
"It's a form of erm repainting the erm house," 4th aunty quipped.
"Oh."
I whispered to 4th aunty, "Is that true?"
"Don't know," she shrugged.
My job included marking the boundaries of the grave with chinese tea. This is to prevent wandering spirits from stealing the offerings to the deceased. Last time, I used to present offerings to the "hou tou" or the guard that watches over the grave. Every Taoist grave has one, located at the back corner of the mound. But now, my sis has to do it because it's considered erm worship.
Since my late grandfather and great-grandfather were smokers, my grandmother makes it a point to pack ciggies to be offered to them. Usually we would light 3 ciggies for and place them on the rim of the joss-stick urn. But this year since my grandmother had to stay at home (she had a small bruise on forehead from a frisbee accident), my 2nd aunty decided to take matters into her own hands. Instead of lighting the ciggies the non-oral way, she stuck them into her mouth and inhaled. As a result, all the ciggies had lipstick stains of them.
My uncle was laughing madly.
"Hey, later ah-poh get angry because she thinks that ah-kong got a new girlfriend and she'll look for you tonight!" he taunted 2nd aunty.
2nd aunty also made us laugh when she was busily remove the paper clothes from their plastic packaging to be burned. Holding up a paper man's shirt and a flowery paper pants, she grumbled, "Horrible fashion sense, this one. Where got men wear flowery pants?!?"
I can just imagine my late grandfather murmuring the same sentiments when he receives his yearly gazillion dollar parcel courtesy of Smoke Express.
Sunday morning, my mother woke me up at 5am.
This could only mean two things: either we have an effing early flight to catch, or it's Ching Ming. The latter took the cake, though.
Ching Ming (Chinese versh of All Soul's Day) can be rather fun though. My recent conversion to Christianity, meant that I was exempted from Taoist worship - but ONLY worship. I still had to help lug the tray of vegetarian food and sacks of folded paper ingots. I also had to help spread the paper money on top of the grave mound. 2nd aunty watched me in action and asked, "What do you do that for?"
"It's a form of erm repainting the erm house," 4th aunty quipped.
"Oh."
I whispered to 4th aunty, "Is that true?"
"Don't know," she shrugged.
My job included marking the boundaries of the grave with chinese tea. This is to prevent wandering spirits from stealing the offerings to the deceased. Last time, I used to present offerings to the "hou tou" or the guard that watches over the grave. Every Taoist grave has one, located at the back corner of the mound. But now, my sis has to do it because it's considered erm worship.
Since my late grandfather and great-grandfather were smokers, my grandmother makes it a point to pack ciggies to be offered to them. Usually we would light 3 ciggies for and place them on the rim of the joss-stick urn. But this year since my grandmother had to stay at home (she had a small bruise on forehead from a frisbee accident), my 2nd aunty decided to take matters into her own hands. Instead of lighting the ciggies the non-oral way, she stuck them into her mouth and inhaled. As a result, all the ciggies had lipstick stains of them.
My uncle was laughing madly.
"Hey, later ah-poh get angry because she thinks that ah-kong got a new girlfriend and she'll look for you tonight!" he taunted 2nd aunty.
2nd aunty also made us laugh when she was busily remove the paper clothes from their plastic packaging to be burned. Holding up a paper man's shirt and a flowery paper pants, she grumbled, "Horrible fashion sense, this one. Where got men wear flowery pants?!?"
I can just imagine my late grandfather murmuring the same sentiments when he receives his yearly gazillion dollar parcel courtesy of Smoke Express.
Friday, March 24, 2006
What if you got so effing drunk one night and...It fascinates me to see how people react in different situations, hence my love for "hypothetical scenario" questions. My favourite Q to-date which I usually ask both straight and gay guys:
"Supposing you straight..." I begin slowly.
RandomGayFriend (RGF) nods.
"And you have a girlfriend. No, make that your fiancee. Both of you love each other very much. Hell, you guys even have the whole future mapped out in full technicolour glory."
RGF nods.
"But one night, you got yourself effing drunk and ended up in bed with another girl. You know who she is and actually you don't even fancy her one bit. You wake up the next morning remembering that you had hot, wild, unprotected sex with her the night before. You leave. Two months later, you receive a visit from Miss OneNightStand announcing that she is pregnant. What would you do?"
RGF frowns. "I'll leave it for her to decide whether she wants to keep the baby or get an abortion. But are you sure the baby is mine?"
"Erm yes. Let's assume that it's 100% your baby. What's more, she doesn't want an abortion. She's demanding for marriage. And if you don't marry her, she's determined to create trouble for you and your family. Maybe even haul you to court."
"Holy shit!"
"Would you tell your fiancee?"
RGF gasped, "Do I look like I have a choice?!?"
"Everyone has a choice. What would you do?"
"I'll tell my fiancee."
"And if she leaves you? Don't forget you love her very much."
"There's nothing I can do. I made a shitty mistake and I have to be responsible for it."
I laughed. "How noble of you. And you'll actually marry the girl even if you don't have an ounce of feeling for her, just because she's carrying your child and you're determined to do the right thing?"
"Yups."
I shook my head. "Wow. All I know is that most straight guys won't agree with your oh-so-noble choice."
"Supposing you straight..." I begin slowly.
RandomGayFriend (RGF) nods.
"And you have a girlfriend. No, make that your fiancee. Both of you love each other very much. Hell, you guys even have the whole future mapped out in full technicolour glory."
RGF nods.
"But one night, you got yourself effing drunk and ended up in bed with another girl. You know who she is and actually you don't even fancy her one bit. You wake up the next morning remembering that you had hot, wild, unprotected sex with her the night before. You leave. Two months later, you receive a visit from Miss OneNightStand announcing that she is pregnant. What would you do?"
RGF frowns. "I'll leave it for her to decide whether she wants to keep the baby or get an abortion. But are you sure the baby is mine?"
"Erm yes. Let's assume that it's 100% your baby. What's more, she doesn't want an abortion. She's demanding for marriage. And if you don't marry her, she's determined to create trouble for you and your family. Maybe even haul you to court."
"Holy shit!"
"Would you tell your fiancee?"
RGF gasped, "Do I look like I have a choice?!?"
"Everyone has a choice. What would you do?"
"I'll tell my fiancee."
"And if she leaves you? Don't forget you love her very much."
"There's nothing I can do. I made a shitty mistake and I have to be responsible for it."
I laughed. "How noble of you. And you'll actually marry the girl even if you don't have an ounce of feeling for her, just because she's carrying your child and you're determined to do the right thing?"
"Yups."
I shook my head. "Wow. All I know is that most straight guys won't agree with your oh-so-noble choice."
Anywayyyy, here are some answers I've had from straight guys:
"I'll just leave the country and hide till the dust settles."
"But what about your fiancee?!?"
"If she really loved me, she would wait for me."
"Mannnnnn, you are a prick..."
-proudly- "Yup. All guys are."
"Create trouble? Drag me to court? Go ahead lah!"
"You serious arh?"
"Of course! What's she going to charge me for? Rape? Sexual assault? I'll countersue her for harrassment!"
"Right. And what if she won the case and you face a jail sentence?"
"Jail sentence only whaaaaaat... not death! After I'm released, that slut better keep herself well-hidden or else!"
"I'll send someone to push her down the stairs."
"WHAAAAAAAAAAT?!?"
"Oh, but then she'll only suffer an abortion. Not good enough. I'd better get someone to run her down with a truck."
"WHAAAAAAAAAAT?!?"
"Heh. Just kidding. But I'm serious about pushing her down the stairs."
"I'll marry the bitch and make her life a living hell. Mwahaha!! Then she'll be begging me for a divorce."
"Good grief. And your kid?!?"
"Send him to the orphanage. I've no time for kids."
Yups. Have a sober weekend, fellas.
"I'll just leave the country and hide till the dust settles."
"But what about your fiancee?!?"
"If she really loved me, she would wait for me."
"Mannnnnn, you are a prick..."
-proudly- "Yup. All guys are."
"Create trouble? Drag me to court? Go ahead lah!"
"You serious arh?"
"Of course! What's she going to charge me for? Rape? Sexual assault? I'll countersue her for harrassment!"
"Right. And what if she won the case and you face a jail sentence?"
"Jail sentence only whaaaaaat... not death! After I'm released, that slut better keep herself well-hidden or else!"
"I'll send someone to push her down the stairs."
"WHAAAAAAAAAAT?!?"
"Oh, but then she'll only suffer an abortion. Not good enough. I'd better get someone to run her down with a truck."
"WHAAAAAAAAAAT?!?"
"Heh. Just kidding. But I'm serious about pushing her down the stairs."
"I'll marry the bitch and make her life a living hell. Mwahaha!! Then she'll be begging me for a divorce."
"Good grief. And your kid?!?"
"Send him to the orphanage. I've no time for kids."
Yups. Have a sober weekend, fellas.
Thursday, March 23, 2006
Self-isolation is the key to salvationMyHeritage Face Recognition is a very, very amusing erm toy. Everyone's getting a kick out of it - from KennySia to Thongsie.
I submitted an unphotoshopped versh of my pic...
I submitted an unphotoshopped versh of my pic...
... and got the following results:
I suspect that their database of asian celebrities is extremely limited.
I suspect now there are alot of chinese girls going around thinking that they look like Zhang Ziyi.
I feel so cheated.
Hmph. Don't wanna play anymore.
My marketing management lecturer looks like a girl and talks like one too. And he can't teach for nuts. His idea of teaching is cementing himself behind the desk and reading monotonously from the notes. I was horrified and I think it showed on my face, but I decided to give him a chance.
I opened my textbook and listened to him drone.
Then I closed my textbook and listened to him drone.
Then I stacked my notepad neatly on top of my closed textbook, took out my Silence of the Lambs novel and proceeded to let Thomas Harris' writings wash away the lecturer's droning.
My class this semester is an effing loony bin. There are three loudmouthed, lunatic stooges who yell out crap all the time. There are three giggling bimbos who enter class late and giggle their apologies. There is a 40+ year old drama-queen aunty who conducts her own drama classes during break and flirts outrageously with the lecturer.
And then there's me who sullenly refuses to partake in any piece of the insanity. One of the giggling bimbos wanted to sit next to me but I shot her a contemptuous look and refused to remove my bag from the chair and so she had to find somewhere else to sit. Wow, she understands facial expressions... I guess she's not that dumb after all.
MK gave me a light warning regarding church camp next month.
"No isolating yourself, okay?" she said.
Immediately I had images of everyone sitting around the campfire, singing "Kumbaya" over and over again. Worse of all, they're all smiling and they expect you to be smiling. I'm not anti-social, I'm just extremely aloof among people I don't quite know.
"I'll isolate myself when I want to smoke," I replied evenly.
"And no running away and hiding when it's your turn for kitchen duty," she threatened.
Good grief.
I have a good mind to bring my maid up with me to cook and wash and clean so that I can isolate myself in peace.
I suspect now there are alot of chinese girls going around thinking that they look like Zhang Ziyi.
I feel so cheated.
Hmph. Don't wanna play anymore.
My marketing management lecturer looks like a girl and talks like one too. And he can't teach for nuts. His idea of teaching is cementing himself behind the desk and reading monotonously from the notes. I was horrified and I think it showed on my face, but I decided to give him a chance.
I opened my textbook and listened to him drone.
Then I closed my textbook and listened to him drone.
Then I stacked my notepad neatly on top of my closed textbook, took out my Silence of the Lambs novel and proceeded to let Thomas Harris' writings wash away the lecturer's droning.
My class this semester is an effing loony bin. There are three loudmouthed, lunatic stooges who yell out crap all the time. There are three giggling bimbos who enter class late and giggle their apologies. There is a 40+ year old drama-queen aunty who conducts her own drama classes during break and flirts outrageously with the lecturer.
And then there's me who sullenly refuses to partake in any piece of the insanity. One of the giggling bimbos wanted to sit next to me but I shot her a contemptuous look and refused to remove my bag from the chair and so she had to find somewhere else to sit. Wow, she understands facial expressions... I guess she's not that dumb after all.
MK gave me a light warning regarding church camp next month.
"No isolating yourself, okay?" she said.
Immediately I had images of everyone sitting around the campfire, singing "Kumbaya" over and over again. Worse of all, they're all smiling and they expect you to be smiling. I'm not anti-social, I'm just extremely aloof among people I don't quite know.
"I'll isolate myself when I want to smoke," I replied evenly.
"And no running away and hiding when it's your turn for kitchen duty," she threatened.
Good grief.
I have a good mind to bring my maid up with me to cook and wash and clean so that I can isolate myself in peace.
Wednesday, March 22, 2006
MK says I should start evangelizing...I love going to work.
And I'm not telling anybody why. Okay, only my colleague MK knows why... and she rolls her eyes and purses her lips whenever she catches me doing "my favourite office job".
Don't worry, it's only confined to hours between 9 and 10 in the morning.
I'm such a happy, happy girl then. *squeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaal*
Tomorrow there's Breakforth Night at church. Not too sure what's it all about but I heard there's something on "spirit strengthening" *shrugs* (Sorry Jer, have to take a raincheck on the movie thingy). I badly need salvation. I also badly need a new bible. Gideons is far toooo intellectual for me, what with all the doth, hath, ye, sayeth, and unto... ugh. Give me simplified, modern English any day thankyouverymuch.
Ching Ming this Sunday. Lord, give me the strength to deal (firmly yet gently) with any of my family members who might persecute me for not wanting to hold joss sticks or partake in any Taoist rites. The last thing I need to hear is my dearest mother accusing me for being "JUST LIKE YOUR CHRISTIAN AUNTY WHO REFUSES TO EVEN PAY RESPECTS TO HER GRANDMOTHER!!!!"
Sigh.
Thank goodness for anti-depressants. I might just slip two into her breakfast oats before we go graveyard visiting.
And I'm not telling anybody why. Okay, only my colleague MK knows why... and she rolls her eyes and purses her lips whenever she catches me doing "my favourite office job".
Don't worry, it's only confined to hours between 9 and 10 in the morning.
I'm such a happy, happy girl then. *squeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaal*
Tomorrow there's Breakforth Night at church. Not too sure what's it all about but I heard there's something on "spirit strengthening" *shrugs* (Sorry Jer, have to take a raincheck on the movie thingy). I badly need salvation. I also badly need a new bible. Gideons is far toooo intellectual for me, what with all the doth, hath, ye, sayeth, and unto... ugh. Give me simplified, modern English any day thankyouverymuch.
Ching Ming this Sunday. Lord, give me the strength to deal (firmly yet gently) with any of my family members who might persecute me for not wanting to hold joss sticks or partake in any Taoist rites. The last thing I need to hear is my dearest mother accusing me for being "JUST LIKE YOUR CHRISTIAN AUNTY WHO REFUSES TO EVEN PAY RESPECTS TO HER GRANDMOTHER!!!!"
Sigh.
Thank goodness for anti-depressants. I might just slip two into her breakfast oats before we go graveyard visiting.
Tuesday, March 21, 2006
Wild pug chaseMy sis and I got our results for last semester's exams. She got an A. I got a B+. Strangely enough, my sis kept expressing her disbelief over and over again like a broken record.
"But aren't you glad you achieved better marks than your older sister?" her friend asked her.
"YES! BUT I TOOK MORE THAN A MONTH TO COMPLETE MY ASSIGNMENT! MY SISTER TOOK 5 HOURS TO COMPLETE HERS! WHAT'S MORE, I STUDIED TWO WEEKS BEFORE THE EXAMS! MY SISTER STUDIED 24 HOURS BEFORE HERS! AND SHE GOT A B+! CAN YOU BELIEVE IT!?!"
Can you believe it indeed.
My sis forgot to add that my breakup took place right before my exams and I was so emotionally screwed up at that time. So was my B+ the result of pure genius or pure luck?
It doesn't matter, really. I am happy.
Last night MK and I had a grand time trying to ambush her runaway pug. DeeDee slipped through the small opening in the gate and dashed off like a deranged racehorse. Okay, make it miniature froglike racehorse. First she ran up and down the road, sniffing this and that, and trying to intimidate some stray dogs. When MK almost succeeded in grabbing her from behind, DeeDee spun around and attempted to nip MK.
After that, DeeDee decided to trot to the adjacent lane. The more we called her back, the further she trotted. So annoying. Finally, she stopped to sniff at a dustbin and that's when I managed to grab her and hand her back to MK.
DeeDee, the mad escape artist who led us on a wild goose chase, was carried home while the MK and I had to WALK back.
Sometimes I think that dogs are wayyyyy smarter than we gave them credit for. Sigh.
Sunday, March 19, 2006
Trading... Puglover PaulI've been trading.
I traded hiphop & reggae beats for chillouts & lounge music.
I traded coming home early at night (a possessive measure) for staying out till the wee hours of the morning.
I traded a Wang Lee Hom concert for bible foundation class.
I traded romps for celibacy.
I traded hedo-atheism for Christianity.
I'm not really myself anymore, but strangely I like it.
Today Luke, MK and I decided to have lunch at the food court in our office building. Guess who we bumped into? The oh-so-cute puachai guy who runs Bing Coffee Company - Paul Satem. He is soooo effing adorable! MK and I literally did a double take when we walked past him. *whimper whimper*
Totally adorable guys have the ability to render me into a quivering, speechless wreck.
The first time MK brought her pug to Bing, Paul was quite in love with her. The pug, I mean... not MK. He played with the pug and chatted with us for awhile. He told us that he has a chihuahua-pug mix at home. But I think he could have lived without knowing us. Makes me want to rush out now and rent a small dog to bring to Bing. Heh.
I traded hiphop & reggae beats for chillouts & lounge music.
I traded coming home early at night (a possessive measure) for staying out till the wee hours of the morning.
I traded a Wang Lee Hom concert for bible foundation class.
I traded romps for celibacy.
I traded hedo-atheism for Christianity.
I'm not really myself anymore, but strangely I like it.
Today Luke, MK and I decided to have lunch at the food court in our office building. Guess who we bumped into? The oh-so-cute puachai guy who runs Bing Coffee Company - Paul Satem. He is soooo effing adorable! MK and I literally did a double take when we walked past him. *whimper whimper*
Totally adorable guys have the ability to render me into a quivering, speechless wreck.
The first time MK brought her pug to Bing, Paul was quite in love with her. The pug, I mean... not MK. He played with the pug and chatted with us for awhile. He told us that he has a chihuahua-pug mix at home. But I think he could have lived without knowing us. Makes me want to rush out now and rent a small dog to bring to Bing. Heh.
Wednesday, March 15, 2006
Hobson's choiceMe: Hey kid... I ask you something, okay?
Sis: Okay... what?
Me: Supposing one night a robber stopped you and demanded that you hand over your RM500,000 Rolex watch or he'll hack off your last finger. What would you do?
Sis: Hmmm... wait, hang on a sec -rummages through pencil case- I try something first...
Me: Well???
Sis: -Writes something- Okay, I can still hold a pen with four fingers. I guess I'll give up my last finger then.
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
I was laughing so hard at that.
Unfortunately, my mum wasn't the least bit amused.
She complained that it doesn't pay to have air-headed, materialistic children like us. Tee hee.
Sis: Okay... what?
Me: Supposing one night a robber stopped you and demanded that you hand over your RM500,000 Rolex watch or he'll hack off your last finger. What would you do?
Sis: Hmmm... wait, hang on a sec -rummages through pencil case- I try something first...
Me: Well???
Sis: -Writes something- Okay, I can still hold a pen with four fingers. I guess I'll give up my last finger then.
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
I was laughing so hard at that.
Unfortunately, my mum wasn't the least bit amused.
She complained that it doesn't pay to have air-headed, materialistic children like us. Tee hee.
Tuesday, March 14, 2006
Some things you just cannot forget...Like the guy whom I met over ICQ way back in '97 or '98. He was this malay kid from KL who loved music, drove a yellow Satria and had a big thing for Jap chicks. I don't remember what we used to chat about but I recall one time when he was in a hurry to logout but still he stayed on an extra five minutes typing out this dirty joke for me.
Unfortunately, at the end of the five minutes, I still didn't get the joke.
One day, my PC decided to commit suicide and my entire ICQ contact list disappeared. But I knew where he studied and I had friends studying in the same college as him. So once in awhile, they would tell me random stuff about him. Curiously, I was never interested in meeting up with him. I knew he was kind of cute (from pictures) and living testimonials but that was about it.
So this kid was going places.. being a bassist and a very good one. He did come down to Kuching once for some jazz music festival but I didn't attend (don't ask me why, I've forgotten). Anywayyyyy, we met up again through Friendster a few years later and all's fine and dandy. He's probably the best bassist in Malaysia (yeah, sue me for being biased... hah!) and I can't wait till he's actually producing and releasing albums of his own.
Rozhan Razman aka El Diablo... you rawk! :)
More pictures and write ups of Rozhan here and here.
Download 30-second clip of Rozhan's One Night Jam @ Bangkok Jazz here.
Monday, March 13, 2006
Congratulations Ted & Yvy!
This is what I did this morning. I know I have been rather aloofish lately when it comes to blog-hopping but.
(But you don't end a sentence with but.)
Heh.
Anywayyyyy... my apologies for not commenting on your blog for so long, Yvy. And hopefully this makes up for it. Congrats to you and Ted! Feel free to rip the pic and do whatever you want with it.
Btw, this morning I was searching for an appropriate bible verse for marriage and so I decided to ask my colleague MK to help me out.
"You could try searching for verses from Song of Solomon," she said.
"Omg, no.. those verses are bad! But not as bad as those from Song of Songs! I found this one that said 'Your two breasts are like two fawns, like twin fawns of a gazelle that browse among the lilies.' So obscene!! You sure the Bible contain this kind of stuff?!?"
"Uh, yes."
"Seriously?"
"Yes."
"Oooo.. cool. Time to start reading the Bible!"
(But you don't end a sentence with but.)
Heh.
Anywayyyyy... my apologies for not commenting on your blog for so long, Yvy. And hopefully this makes up for it. Congrats to you and Ted! Feel free to rip the pic and do whatever you want with it.
Btw, this morning I was searching for an appropriate bible verse for marriage and so I decided to ask my colleague MK to help me out.
"You could try searching for verses from Song of Solomon," she said.
"Omg, no.. those verses are bad! But not as bad as those from Song of Songs! I found this one that said 'Your two breasts are like two fawns, like twin fawns of a gazelle that browse among the lilies.' So obscene!! You sure the Bible contain this kind of stuff?!?"
"Uh, yes."
"Seriously?"
"Yes."
"Oooo.. cool. Time to start reading the Bible!"
Sunday, March 12, 2006
Sat & Sun happeningsChicane's No Ordinary Morning is THE ultimate chill-out anthem for the broken-hearted.
I have been diligently trying to avoid the pitfalls of breakup-backlash and I know that indulging in melancholic moodsetters is a big NO but...
I really love that song. *sniff*
On Saturday night MK, Luke, Ems and I went to watch Final Destination 3. Originally I wanted watch The Heirloom but Luke did some online research and asked accusingly, "Are you sure you want all of us tosuffer through watch a movie that only managed to scrape a 2.5/5 star rating?!?"
Fine.
If I was looking for distraction, FD3 filled that void nicely. Abit too nicely, in fact. I came out of the movie feeling sick in the gut. A minute later, I was practically ending every sentence with, "I want to puke."
"Ems, that was a sick movie. I want to puke."
"Ems, you want a ciggie? I want to puke."
"Ems, omg... we should've watched something else. I want to puke."
"Ems, where do you wanna go after this? Let's go to Open Air market. I want to puke."
On Sunday morning, my sis and I went to church with MK. It was erm nice.
I shall be going again next week.
For those falling off your seats and laughing your sorry arses off at me, I'll tell you this:
I have been diligently trying to avoid the pitfalls of breakup-backlash and I know that indulging in melancholic moodsetters is a big NO but...
I really love that song. *sniff*
On Saturday night MK, Luke, Ems and I went to watch Final Destination 3. Originally I wanted watch The Heirloom but Luke did some online research and asked accusingly, "Are you sure you want all of us to
Fine.
If I was looking for distraction, FD3 filled that void nicely. Abit too nicely, in fact. I came out of the movie feeling sick in the gut. A minute later, I was practically ending every sentence with, "I want to puke."
"Ems, that was a sick movie. I want to puke."
"Ems, you want a ciggie? I want to puke."
"Ems, omg... we should've watched something else. I want to puke."
"Ems, where do you wanna go after this? Let's go to Open Air market. I want to puke."
On Sunday morning, my sis and I went to church with MK. It was erm nice.
I shall be going again next week.
For those falling off your seats and laughing your sorry arses off at me, I'll tell you this:
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
Thursday, March 09, 2006
9-10pm phobiaI have a new phobia. It's called the 9-10pm phobia. How does it work? Between the hours of 9 to 10pm, I absolutely CANNOT be at home or else I'll sink into this super depressive funk and start thinking destructive thoughts.
Very un-good.
So I head out every night with a friend... or friends (subjected to availability) and we go for a drink till almost midnight. Then I'm ready to call it a day.
Yesterday evening, I smsed Ems and asked him out for drink around 8-ish. But I fell asleep and woke up around 8:10pm. For some reason, I felt extremely exhausted and drained. Even after a refreshing shower, lethargy still clung to my bones like a miasma. There was no way I could go out. Feeling slightly guilty, I smsed Ems to cancel the drinks session.
Then I was strickened by the horrid 9-10pm phobia.
I spent the rest of the night watching The 40 Year Old Virgin.
Very un-good.
So I head out every night with a friend... or friends (subjected to availability) and we go for a drink till almost midnight. Then I'm ready to call it a day.
Yesterday evening, I smsed Ems and asked him out for drink around 8-ish. But I fell asleep and woke up around 8:10pm. For some reason, I felt extremely exhausted and drained. Even after a refreshing shower, lethargy still clung to my bones like a miasma. There was no way I could go out. Feeling slightly guilty, I smsed Ems to cancel the drinks session.
Then I was strickened by the horrid 9-10pm phobia.
I spent the rest of the night watching The 40 Year Old Virgin.
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Thank goodness I've got plans tonight! Yayness!
Wednesday, March 08, 2006
Lunch at Coffee BeanCoffee Bean's Chef's Salad reminds me of Thongs because whenever we're there and she gets the munchies, she'll order the salad. At RM10.50 it's abit pricey, but the portion's pretty substantial.
We went to Coffee Bean for lunch today. Luke ordered a Chicken Chipotle (or sthg like that) sandwich. Imel had the tomato and herb linguine, while MK had a chicken and mushroom fusilli. I ordered the Chef's Salad. It came in an almost overflowing plate ("OMG! It looks so much bigger than in the menu picture!" squealed Imel) and it looked absolutely delicious. Dark green lettuce leaves (or is it kale?) topped generously with shredded aged cheddar cheese, hard-boiled egg quarters, mayo... and croutons!!! I heart croutons very much!!!
Luke took one look at my salad and shook his head. "You'll never be able to finish that."
I piled 1/3 of my salad onto his plate. MK wanted a taste of the cheese and so she also nicked some of my salad.
Our bosses lunch at Coffee Bean daily. When MK accidentally dropped her coins onto the floor just now, big boss quipped, "MK, why are you throwing away your money? Don't throw... just give them to me. Are we paying you too much money...?"
MK and I just laughed. It's nice to have a boss with a sense of humour.
We went to Coffee Bean for lunch today. Luke ordered a Chicken Chipotle (or sthg like that) sandwich. Imel had the tomato and herb linguine, while MK had a chicken and mushroom fusilli. I ordered the Chef's Salad. It came in an almost overflowing plate ("OMG! It looks so much bigger than in the menu picture!" squealed Imel) and it looked absolutely delicious. Dark green lettuce leaves (or is it kale?) topped generously with shredded aged cheddar cheese, hard-boiled egg quarters, mayo... and croutons!!! I heart croutons very much!!!
Luke took one look at my salad and shook his head. "You'll never be able to finish that."
I piled 1/3 of my salad onto his plate. MK wanted a taste of the cheese and so she also nicked some of my salad.
Our bosses lunch at Coffee Bean daily. When MK accidentally dropped her coins onto the floor just now, big boss quipped, "MK, why are you throwing away your money? Don't throw... just give them to me. Are we paying you too much money...?"
MK and I just laughed. It's nice to have a boss with a sense of humour.
Tuesday, March 07, 2006
The story so farI don't like night time anymore. Especially when I'm lying in bed, tired, but unable to sleep because my mind is doing a 300mph crash course down the mental highway.
God forbid if I ever have to reclaim my stash of olanzapine. I gave my friend a couple to try and he reported an overall sleepy, stupid feeling the next day. His fault. I warned him not to take more than half at any one time.
Christian books I've resorted to reading:
- Joshua Harris - I Kissed Dating Goodbye
- Joshua Harris - Boy Meets Girl
- Rick Warren - The Purpose Driven Life
- J. Budziszewski - Ask Me Anything: Provocative Answers for College Students
The last book on the list is my favourite because it pretty open. The author answers questions regarding topics like homosexuality, war, dating, sex, creationism from a witty and refreshing Christian point of view.
Btw, thanks to Ems' brainwashing, I am seriously considering getting myself a dachshund.
They're compact, independent, fun to be with, and don't shed much.
We'll see how it goes.
We'll see how it goes.
Muchos gracias
To my Mum, thank you for not flipping your lid or asking anymore than necessary. Thank you for respecting my decision regarding matters of the heart.
To my first class friends MK, Thongs, A, L... thank you for keeping me distracted. Thongs, thank you for the lamb shank offer. MK, thank you for piling me with Christian self-help books. You might just succeed, you know. Those books actually made sense. Wow.
To my dear Emsie, thank you for being my punching bag. Put it this way... after me, any future encounters with badass lawyers or alongs will be a piece of cake. And don't worry, I won't tell your mum... *smiles sweetly*
To my blog readers Snglguy, Jer, Dabido, Jay, Seth, FH2o, Wuching etc. thank you for your well-wishes and comforting words. Actually Wuching and Seth's msgs more than make up for Dabido's rottenness.
Okay. Enough of this commercial break.
The main program will be back shortly.
To my first class friends MK, Thongs, A, L... thank you for keeping me distracted. Thongs, thank you for the lamb shank offer. MK, thank you for piling me with Christian self-help books. You might just succeed, you know. Those books actually made sense. Wow.
To my dear Emsie, thank you for being my punching bag. Put it this way... after me, any future encounters with badass lawyers or alongs will be a piece of cake. And don't worry, I won't tell your mum... *smiles sweetly*
To my blog readers Snglguy, Jer, Dabido, Jay, Seth, FH2o, Wuching etc. thank you for your well-wishes and comforting words. Actually Wuching and Seth's msgs more than make up for Dabido's rottenness.
Okay. Enough of this commercial break.
The main program will be back shortly.
Monday, March 06, 2006
I am not suicidal, okay?This morning I stood by the sidewalk, watching and waiting for the traffic to come to a halt so that I can cross the road.
A bus was approaching.
And suddenly a thought came into my mind.
What would it be like to just step right into the path of an oncoming bus?
Then I decided I needed a hefty dose of nicotine and so I crossed the road properly and hurried to the door of the office building to smoke in peace.
It's times like these that I truly envy my cousin for having a shrink to analyse her problems. My mum does not make a good shrink due to her impatience. But I have to give her credit for daring to barge into my room without knocking because my dad tattled on me. Yes, he heard me sniffling inside my room and immediately he took easy way out and informed my mum.
Oh, I'm currently reading Bryanboy's latest post and what he effing wrote made me smile:
Remember kids: say NO to people who have trouble dealing with their sexuality... and say NO to long distance relationships.
Other days I would have said what he effing wrote cracked me up, but today a smile would just have to do.
A bus was approaching.
And suddenly a thought came into my mind.
What would it be like to just step right into the path of an oncoming bus?
Then I decided I needed a hefty dose of nicotine and so I crossed the road properly and hurried to the door of the office building to smoke in peace.
It's times like these that I truly envy my cousin for having a shrink to analyse her problems. My mum does not make a good shrink due to her impatience. But I have to give her credit for daring to barge into my room without knocking because my dad tattled on me. Yes, he heard me sniffling inside my room and immediately he took easy way out and informed my mum.
Oh, I'm currently reading Bryanboy's latest post and what he effing wrote made me smile:
Remember kids: say NO to people who have trouble dealing with their sexuality... and say NO to long distance relationships.
Other days I would have said what he effing wrote cracked me up, but today a smile would just have to do.
Sunday, March 05, 2006
The ending of the neverending storySometimes in life, the unimaginable happens and your world comes crashing down like a hundred tons of bricks, cement, sand, and dust and tears - enough to cause heartache the size of a small nation.
I look like hell today. Early in the morning, some of colleagues noticed my puffy ears. My left eyelid has decided to abandon me (traitor!) and I can't even smile properly. I've never cried in public before, but this is a close second. I hate puffy cheena eyes.
I NEED TONS OF DISTRACTION.
Next week if I still remember, I'll get myself a dwarf hamster.
When the outside of my house is all done up and tiled, I'll head down to the SSPCA and get myself a dog. A small, brown-black, fiesty one with curly ears.
I look like hell today. Early in the morning, some of colleagues noticed my puffy ears. My left eyelid has decided to abandon me (traitor!) and I can't even smile properly. I've never cried in public before, but this is a close second. I hate puffy cheena eyes.
I NEED TONS OF DISTRACTION.
Next week if I still remember, I'll get myself a dwarf hamster.
When the outside of my house is all done up and tiled, I'll head down to the SSPCA and get myself a dog. A small, brown-black, fiesty one with curly ears.
And I'll teach it to eat malays.
Thursday, March 02, 2006
Why I won't support BNSometimes I wonder how married couples stay married. I have a bf and it's difficult enough maintaining the relationship as it is. *throws hands up in despair*
Anyway, Sarawak state elections are coming up and I am soooo amused.
(Excerpts taken from A Forum on the Sarawak State Election 2006)
"...Sarawak Social Development and Urbanisation Minister Datuk William Mawan is confident that the petrol price hike of 30 sen will not become an issue for the people in the coming state election..." [read more here]
Coincidentally, I asked my dad last night, "Hey, isn't the gahmen dumb to hike the petrol prices up right before the elections?"
"Nope," he said, "Petrol price hike is the decision of the federal gahmen. The state gahmen have no say in this matter."
So far, I've never voted because:
1. I know the outcome.
2. I don't like the outcome.
3. Noone can blame me on the outcome.
Honestly, I'm not a Barisan National (BN) supporter. I don't much like the oppostion party (DAP) as well, but it's great to keep them around as watchdogs - the usual check and balance issue. I've had people telling me why I should support BN, the top reason being "If it wasn't for BN, Kuching wouldn't be what it is today."
My response is usually the standard off-hand, "Oh really?"
My true response would be, "Fuckyoumaicibaiyoudieyougotohell."
If it wasn't for BN, Kuching would probably be BETTER than KL! Why? We have tons of natural resources which translates into REVENUE. We've got timber. We've got natural gas and oil. We produce 1/3 of the country's oil, for crissakes! We've got tons of land for development. But I don't know how the gahmen choose to run things. Actually I do, but then again, we all do as well, so no need to elaborate.
The issue that pisses me off the most is the 60-year lease issue. In Sarawak, all residential and commercial properties (with the exception of a few older properties and native land) are subjected to a 60-year lease period. Basically what this means is you buy a house today and 60 years later, the gahmen have the right to take it back. This law doesn't apply to West Malaysia - property there are freehold or have perpetuity titles. Somemore, the Sarawak Chief Minister mentioned 2 weeks ago that 60 years is sufficient for 3 generations. Wtf?!? Perhaps this statement applies to folks back in the '60s, but now it's just so ridiculous.
I certainly do not want to pay RM300,000 or more for a semi-D now, only to have the gahmen evicting me from my own house 60 years down the road. Oh, and if the gahmen do not need the property, I can reapply for a lease extension at 40% of the current property value.
And all this is because fucking Sarawakians keep voting BN.
So, you Sarawakians should not complain about incomplete bridges, poor quality roads, lack of infrastructure, bla bla bla.. because it's your own undoing. You dig your own grave and you lie in it.
If I do vote this round, I certain won't be putting a cross next to the scales. *snigger*
Wednesday, March 01, 2006
Sometimes non-smokers are real dickheadsSometimes I hate non-smokers with a vengeance. Okay, make that holier-than-thou non-smokers who literally cream their pants while advocating ciggie price hikes.
"Good, the gahmen should raise the prices of cigarettes some more. Raise them till they're RM50 per pack. Or RM100. Then those smokers will stop buying cigarettes."
Fuckyoumaicibaiyoudieyougotohell.
I tell you, you fucking non-smokers, you better just shut up and go wank up a coconut tree before you open your mouth. The next time I hear someone telling me I should quit smoking because it's bad for my health, I'll literally stub my ciggie out in their crotch.
The gahmen say smoking is bad for the health. They enforce all sorts of ridiculous anti-smoking campaigns. All designed to waste taxpayers' money. But if it wasn't for smokers and (alcoholics), do you think our country's economy will be so good like it is today? Think massive revenues from sales of ciggies and alcohol. We're actually helping the economy, dammit.
Then the gahmen found out that their 'Tak Nak' campaign was as effective as telling a fish the virtues of walking on dry land. So now they're getting dentists to join in the fight against smokers.
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
Stupid fucks. Dentists should be grateful that smokers still care about their teeth. You think that teeth scaling and polishing is free? We have to pay too, you know. So why discriminate us? Why don't the gahmen teach dentists to preach to brats who eat sweets and sugary stuff all day long till they get craters in their teeth? Or skater punks who are stupid enough not to wear protective gear and end up chipping their teeth on the sidewalk?
And then you have the holier-than-thou non-smokers who keep bleating like castrated sheep on how smokers pollute their clean air. Yeah, you've got the right to clean air. I also got the right to pollute the air, what. What's more, smokers are banned from most air-conditioned places including shopping malls, cineplexes, eateries, schools and colleges, offices etc. So I really do not understand why non-smokers have issues. You can opt to stay indoors. You can opt not to hang around smokers. But if you're waiting at the bus-stop and there's a guy puffing away like mad beside you, always remember that he has every right to smoke in public, so just move a little further away and shut up. We don't force you to smoke, so what right have you to force us to give up cigarettes?
Fine, so you non-smokers complain that the gahmen uses taxpayers' money to shoulder healthcare costs of smokers. Fair enough. So what about me paying taxes which goes to the treatment of your aunty's diabetes because she overindulged her love for sugar? Or your cousin's heart attack because he was such a couch potato carnivore in his younger days?
One more thing, non-smokers are fighting a losing battle. As long as cigarettes are legal and available in the country, there will always be smokers. And the gahmen cannot ban ciggies because they're not that stupid to give up one mega-source of income. If the whole of Malaysia actually quit smoking, I'm willing to bet that the gahmen will launch campaigns to get people hooked on nicotine again.
