Power Acceleration

due to my first episode with driving, i so did not look foward to my weekly driving schedule. thus, i woke up on saturday, feeling abit apprehensive, drank my cup of coffee and waited. promptly at 1.oopm, my instructor arrive and i told myself that if he tries his psychology warfare on me this time round, i would fight back by accelerating the gas pedal and give him a taste of his own medicine.

anyway, nothing much happened, and everything proceeded smoothly. i drove on the highway and in a carpark. nearly at the end of the lesson, guess what the instructor said.

instructor: you know, you not that bad ah. actually i tested you in the first lesson. wanted to see how you operate under pressure....wonder what was ur capacity..not bad ah you....

me: (accelerating the gas pedal and giving him a taste of his own medicine)

sadly that is not what happened. but man, HOW DARE HE!!!THANK GOD IM NOT PREGNANT OR OF WEAK HEART!!!!

Btw, HAPPY BIRTHDAY JAMIE & SU LIN!!!

Chewing Like A Pigeon

my mum recently borrowed this book. it's called the fat fallacy.

basically the summary of this book is that you are how you eat. if you eat like a pig, gorging away, then you would tend to become like a pig. im serious! peck your food like a pigeon and slim thou shall be.

to me its just gibberish nonsense. that was until i put on 3.5kg. all my life i have been gorging food like nothing. when i saw the scale about three days ago, I have only 0.5kg to go before i hit the big 50!!

this same thing has happened to me once when i was doing my internship. however, when i went back to college the stress level was equvalent to a workout session in the gym. i could never gain weight during my college years due to my hectic and stressful lifestyle.

now i am in a totally relaxing environment, food aplenty in every corner. this isnt good. i need to do something. im going to have to start exercising. not only to loose weight, but also to keep fit.

think if i tell this to myself 100x the extra pounds would go away???

*my brother has been totally supportive. he told me that the pounds i have gain = to the lightest weights that he lifts. and that is sOOoo heavy. damn. he also said that if i remain this way, my metabolism rate will decrease and i will morph into.....*sigh*

Giordano Jualan Gudang

i was suppose to meet janet on saturday. however due to the post trauma i suffered, i had to forgo seeing this lovely ex-colleague of mine. thus, we decided to meet the next day, sunday. however, due to err, different circumstances this time, i cancelled going for the octoberfest with her.

what made me change my mind was a simple sms from jamie.

"r u free 2day? wanna go 4 d giordano sale? let me know ya?"

note the big red word.

my afternoon schedule was made free, for the warehouse sale in segambut. though i would readily admit that i am no giordano fan, i love sales. lagi chun (better still) if it is a warehouse sale.

we got lost, but managed to find the place, by following the crowd. i knew it had to be great as everyone that emerge from the place had a bag full of goodies. true enough, everything was DIRT CHEAP!!! Shirts cost as low as rm5, while pants, jeans, cargos went for RM10!!! Can you believe it???

well, jamie and me got confused due to the mix up of the clothes in various sections with different labels of price. so when we went to pay, i got a heart attack, when i was told that all of my buys ammounted up to rm45!!FUCK THAT IS SOOOO CHEAP!! I SHOULD HAVE BOUGHT THE WHOLE SHOP DAMMIT!!!But i decided against it due to the queue that was soOOoo long!!

Never again, will i ever buy anything from giordano unless its in a warehouse sale.

Just take a look!!


the top is only rm5!!while the jeans is rm10!! (top for baby sister, corduroy pants is mine!!!)


the top and blouse is rm 10!! (bought them for my baby sister!)


top is rm5, while khakis is rm10 (top for my daddy, pants for my bro)

Driving and Manicures

yesterday i woke up at 8am and proceed to a two hour horror tension session. it was my first driving lesson. by the time i arrive home at 10am, not only was i grumpy due to lack of sleep, but also thanking the good lord that i didnt get involved in any accident.

he got me stressed. he made me drive on jalan duta with the jam. he made me drive behind a lorry. he made me cut two cars. he made me panic and learnt that life is very precious. he being my instructor.

all this happened on my first class. i learn that the clutch and gas pedal musn't be pressed together (haha..laugh if you like) and that going down hill, you use only the brek pedal not the gas pedal. and i learnt a whole loads of things which ended up getting muddle up.

anyway, when i came home i was on the verge of tears, while john went for his class. thankfully, john also found the instructor the same. due to the stressful morning, i went for a manicure and pedicure at nails studio, midvalley.




nice or not??? if you don't like it too bad. my favourite color is pink.

thats all i did. went to mid valley, had lunch, and a nice mani-pedi session with my sis and mum. then we proceed to tapao dinner at the bazaar ramadan in bangsar (there are two bazaars, we went to the one behind the bangsar lrt) where i learnt something new. i learnt that laksam exist.

me: laksam, apa itu pakcik?? (what is laksam, uncle?)
seller: laksam itu...laksam-ler.. (laksam is...laksam-ler)
me: (O_____0) (jeez..thank you sooo much for your help)

due to my curiosity nature, i bought the damn laksam (rm2!!) and murtabak (rm 2, too!!!) back for dinner.

conclusion? laksam is not bad, but laksa is better.

Mangoes and Dresses

quite sometime ago, i was chatting with a childhood friend online. this in turn brought back memories to my childhood era. i spent five years of my childhood life in a small town called batu pahat.

it is a tiny place where, as a kid, to amuse oneself, one have to be imaginative. i had this friend, kerk. we used to play together, always up to mischief. as we live nearby each other, our parents, who are very environmental friendly, decided to carpool. so we went to school and tuition together. we were bestfriends.

Once, upon arrival at Mrs Muthu's(our tuition teacher) house, we discovered she wasn't there. after waiting like two good angels for 20minutes we got bored. as we were witlessly bored, we found a way to entertain ourselves. we found a tall tree. after much persuasion, kerk managed to get me to climb it to pluck a few mangos. i thought, why not?

i got two mangos before it dawn to me that i have somewhat climbed into the neighbor’s lawn. don't ask me how i did it. however, did i manage to escape? almost. i got caught but the auntie was kind and found us somewhat amusing. mrs. muthu? she arrived promptly when we were gulping down the mangoes in her front porch.

moral of the story: always survey your surrounding before taking action AND never climb in a dress.

Of mix parentage

By God's grace says:r u happy coz u r mix blood?
dAmaRi$ says:hmmm
dAmaRi$ says:thats a weird question
dAmaRi$ says:there are good and bad i suppose
By God's grace says:haha
By God's grace says:yeah

After a few minutes...

By God's grace says: i mean at r the cons as being a mix frm chindian
dAmaRi$ says: well cons would be in a small town people treat you one kind
dAmaRi$ says: bp was small and chindians were uncommon*
dAmaRi$ says: let me rephase
dAmaRi$ says: mix were uncommon
By God's grace says: so u like it??
By God's grace says: u r under race lain- lain* is it?

o.O

what on earth do you mean tiong??

*bp = batu pahat
* race lain-lain = different race aka minority

assholes and idiots

• he's married with two kids. he has a lovely wife. but he's trying to hit on you.
• you're not into him. you told him so. he becomes obsessed. he calls your friends. and your boss.
• she's pregnant, or she's old. but the person(S) on the bus/lrt/train etc, pretends not to notice or offer her a seat.
• you've waited for more than a hour. you parked in the parking space provide, but this individual parks right in front of your car, blocking you and the car besides you. He comes to get his car, and DOESN'T EVEN APOLOGIZES. (moth@*&#$@!)
• you're waiting for the lrt. a stranger starts to chat with you. then tries to molest you without realising there is a crowd observing.
• you see a couple. the girl looks very happy. the boy? staring at other chics around him, while she’s blissfully oblivious.
• you're in a restaurant. a high class place made low class by the wailing and shrieking of two demons (aka kids). the parents proceed as if nothing has happened
• you're queuing up. this fat women trys to jump the queue thinking everyone is blind
• you're queuing up (again). this idiot in front of you cannot make up his mind whether to have a big mac, a fish fillet or a pounder while the queue is getting longer.
• you are friends with him.not close but okay. he tries to invite you to his room. for a chat. yeah rite.
• she's very high pangkat (position). but she behaves like a low-educate person, shouting abuses (aka fuck you, bastard, stupid and etc) at the staff below her. hell she even screams at her driver. poor thing (the driver, not her)
• she doesnt like you. the feeling is mutual. but she spread rumours that you are a slut. do you care? no, cuz she is full of shit and everyone knows she slept with (???) no of guys.
• he’s a nice guy. Invites you for a drink. You think, “why not?”. He tries to get you drunk for a touchie-touchie evening. Luckily your close friend tags alon
• your have already made your purchase. the assistant tells the lady behind you politely and helpfully that the next counter is empty (and it is). what does she says? "why?!CANNOT QUEUE UP HERE AH??" while glaring at the poor helpful assistant who did no wrong, but be helpful
• he was going out with your close friend. in fact he was her bf. that was until they broke up. then he and she was upset. you became the poor middle person. and then he 'decides' that he likes you. annoying no?

alright folks, this is the list of some of the assholes that i have met. do feel free to add on.

the diabolical driver (dd)

i have this friend. let's call him leong. now, i havent met leong for quite some time. to be exact, i havent seen him for three months plus. so when we decided to meet up for a round of drinks, i decided, "why not?"

he picked me up about 9pm and we headed out.

did i ever mention that leong is a maniac driver?

he drives like he's the lord of the road, ruler supreme. and gawd, does he speed. it's not like he's driving a freaking ferrari or what. his car is our very own Malaysian made, kembara. i think he just wants to test the limits on how far his kembara can go. but boy, do i love to be in his car. he speeds, he cuts, he swears, he honks. he is the driver from hell.

i have had my experience riding in cars with various can't-give-a-damn drivers, but man he rules. sitting in leong's car is an experience in itself. what is so funny is he is a nice guy by nature. however in his small kembara, he emerges to a full-fledge demon, wreaking havoc and panic on the road. sometimes, i feel so sorry for his victims.

if you see a kembara with loads of cute bears (namely pooh) dangling on the windows, please stay clear. it might be leong.

vodka and magaritas

i had an absolutely wonderful time yesterday. and boy did i let loose!

first we headed to bond, where we were suppose to meet two other people, su lin and irene's friend ray. irene wanted to play matchmaker by introducing me to a certain person by the name max. *grins*

now, bond is a nice place, fantastic ambience with very the white look*. one thing lacking was the crowd. there were hardly anyone there! maybe that was because we were early birds. however after three vodka lime it was still hardly full. it was 11pm already. the lack of crowd kinda dampen my mood and i didnt really enjoy. besides, su lin couldnt make it...=(

thus we decided to adjourn to hard rock, where we had a great time. i was already getting high, and after four magaritas, we were the first that hit the dance floor and boy did i really let loose, dancing like a maniac!we dance and danced. irene got annoyed when this mat salleh decided to come in and cut her out. soon the live band, skyhigh started playing. they sucked.

anyway, continued drinking magaritas and shaking my head as if i was on estacy, my body floating already. then we continued to dance. the contents of my stomach soon was floating and i headed to the toilet and vomitted. hehehe. well, we stayed there till the place nearly close and then went back home. i think it was close to 4am that time.

however a few notes, hard rock standards have gone down*. the music, became worse and worse throughout the night. and omg, the amount of hookers!! and man is it me or are guys pick up lines getting worse and worse by the day???

all in all, great time with great people. boy do i feel like partying next week. ALSO, I DIDNT GET TO SEE THIS MAX WHO IS SUPPOSE TO BE CUTE!!DAMN!!


*it would only be launch next month. maybe then will go for a revisit to PARTY!!!

* i preferred the previous occasions when we visited hard rock

dee's weekly shedule

*ripped from the cutsie red organizer

monday (10 October 2005)

Jine* called at 2.30pm asking me where i was. abit the DUH right since he knows im workin? anyway, asked me to go for lunch. its 2.30pm. mana boleh?? (how can??) lunch hour is up already. Summore dare to complain that i didnt tell him earlier. HELLO???you call a few mins and expect me to know you would be heading to hartamas..mana i tau(how i know) u wanted to meet me for lunch mr-last-min. whateva

Expression: (-_-')

To do: Wash photos for Irene.

tuesday (11 October 2005)

my boss asked me to go get gifts for the China people. Told her Central Market (CM) would be best bet. asked me whether i could go today after work. siao ah?work finish at 6.30pm. by the time i arrive at CM it would be 7.00pm the very least. U think i wanna spend the night hunting for sovenirs in that area??alone?? no way man! thats like asking for trouble!!!

Expression: (-_-')

To do: Ask mummy to check for traditional gifts.

wednesday (12 October 2005)

normal day at work. call up people arrange for meetings and went home. playing harvest moon! niceeee!!

Expression: (^-^)

To do: Errr??Play Harvest Moon??

thursday (13 October 2005)

that would be today. damn im so freaking tired now! went to CM in the morning and bought a whole load of stuff which ammounted to rm 102.90. but man, im so going to get meself a pareo on saturday. I DONT CARE!!I WANT MY PAREO!!

Expression: (@_@) <-- tired mah

To do: go home, sleep and play harvest moon?

friday (14 October 2005)

PARTY PARTY PARTY!!!

Expression: (x_x) <---- drinking mah

To do: meet hunks? hehehe
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well, as for saturday and sunday, i would be renewing my ic which i have stalled for sometime, hang out with friends, start on my driving lessons and GET THAT DAMN PAREO!!!


p/s: sorry andrew, took this concept frm you! =P

*names are changed to protect certain individuals

bizzare meeting

my friend damien often told me that i somewhat attracted weird people. i dont know how much of that is true but in my opinion i lead a normal, daily, abit the boring life.

when luct was still located in Taman Mayang, i use to frequent the lrt station. it was convienent and easy. on the lrt, you get to meet all sorts of malaysians. never have i found a trip in the lrt boring. sometimes, the conversations you strike up with strangers can prove to be very interesting even insightful. other times, it's just plain weird.

there was this chap i met, lets call him Mr. Sig. He was sitting beside me. Mr. Sig has the typical distinguish look of a gentleman. tall, dark BUT not handsome. far from it. anyway, i was reading my book and he started talking to me. i complied.

conversation was okay, though boring typical stuff. boring soon changed to weird when he proceed to tell me that he is divorced, with two grown up kids and is looking for love (more likely lust). Mr. Sig also told me he was some top police officer (top officers travel in lrt meh??) . gave me his name and email address which i covienently threw into the dustbin provided in the kj lrt station.

before i got down from the lrt he said with an accent, "e-mail me! who know..."

O.o

damn, i should have given him the address to lorong haji taib. (-_-')

Piano and Rotan

i was forced to learn piano when i was four.

note the word forced. and boy, did i hate it.

imagine this: -

girl sitting with tears in her eyes in front of the piano. father with rotan (cane) in the hand. tears streaming down her face as she plays.

so the drama right? that was how much i loathed piano. i was only four, but hey, i found something to hate.

as the years went by, it became more like a norm. i found piano a mafan (troublesome) thing and went half-heartedly. i stopped in grade 5, when i shifted back to kl.

however, there are times that i wished i continued persuing the fine art. if you were to ask me to play a piece that i use to pratice like hell once upon a time, i cant anymore. i can barely read the notes man!

still, whenever i see a friend play the piano, nostalgia would strike and the image of my dad with the cane would bring a smile to my face. man, do i miss piano classes!

phonecall alert

the sound of the house phone greeted me this morning. sleepily, i turn the other side, hoping that the annoying caller would stop. it just went on...

and on...

the annoying caller turned out to be my sister who went to school only to realise it was a holiday today

man i felt like smoldering her for intruding on my slumberland.

anyway, spent my sunday night in HELP auditorium watching contemporary shorts. i rather like "follow me" by albert hue and "It's possible your heart cannot be broken" by woo ming jin..all in all, not too bad...

"clean shit/alice lives here" & "temengor: biodiversity in the face of danger" is on next sat...should i or shouldn't i? hmmm...

filmmaniaramic

tonight am suppose to go out clubbing...

i said suppose

called it off as i am feeling rather tired. havent fully recovered from that stupid virus and would rather spend the day at home, though the thought of missing out on a truckfull of cutie pies is somewhat saddening...

anyways,will be having a full day tomorrow and wouldnt want to be a zombie when i meet my friend lizzie, whom i haven't seen in five years...

then onwards, would be going for Company of Shorts to be held at HELP with Jamie.. . cant wait to see what's in store from our indie directors.

if you do have the time, do pop by as i found various film festivals such as komas freedom film fest and alsothe french film fest rather enlightening!

oh yeah..i bought this wonderful blouse from blook..rm79... it was love at first sight..

am too tired to post up the picture..actually am just too lazy

thats all for today..too damn tired to talk about something nice and interesting.

fasting month day 2

went to devi's and bungkus(packed) teh halia and vadee (dunno the spelling..its some kinda indian savoury doughnut thingy..yummy!) to be eaten in the office....for tea

everyone was staring at me and i was thinking of yat assalamuilakum thingy...man i so wanted to do it!

waitress: (cheekily) dah makan? (eaten?)
me: *grinning* sudah (have)
waitress: aiks! tak puasa (aiks! not fasting?)
me: bukan melayula...campur (not malay..mixed)
waitress: patutlah..muka bukan macam melayu(no wonder! you dont look malay)
me: (-_-')

if i dont look malay why ask ah encik???

anyway, there was this bunch of cinapeks sitting at devis who stared at me aka goldfish.

i just couldn't resist..i jingled my food at them, gave em a cheeky grin, winked and strutted away...

i could just wear a cross i know, but where is the fun in that??

the fasting month

today is the beginning of the fasting month.

the fasting month often bring back memory of a funny incident that happened to me when i was about eleven.

i was waiting innocently for my dad, to go back home after a tiring day at school. and i was slurping a nice delicious ice cream. man, did it taste good, with the weather warm and all, when suddenly i was approached by this girl who was glaring at me.

*blink blink*

the glare became a scowl.

me *still blink blink*

"oi, kenapa tak puasa?" (oi, why aren't you fasting?)

yeap, that was what she said and i was like -> ?????

she then went on a nice blabber session while words like "dosa"(sin), "neraka" (hell) and etc swept over my head as i continue to slurp my ice cream.

it went for a good five minutes until her sister, my classmate approached us and tarik(pull) her by her tudung (im serious. it really happened)

"shh..dia bukan melayu, bodoh!" (shh, she aint a malay, stupid!)

*stun silence*

soon a van approached an a rather red tomato boarded it making sure not to look me in the eye.

needless to say, she avoided me whenever she saw me in my school.

to all my muslim friends, selamat berpuasa (happy fasting)!!!!

Sunday and Jusco(S)

my saturday was gone thanks to the maintanance class. neither did i get much rest on sunday as at 4.30pm i had to attend an event.

it was jusco's 21st anniversary and kak jee was performing in both their kepong and wangsamaju branch. first destination was kepong - metrojaya shopping centre...i think where the function started at 6.00pm. i was the cameraman..hehehe...(lousy one though) snapping furiously

after that we rushed to wangsamaju where she was to perform at 8.30pm. had mcdee and chatted a bit with her. she's rather nice in person, and gave me some advice on medication for me cough. her two friends with her were friendly as well...ok, where was i? anyway, event finished at about 10.00pm and michelle sent me to bsc and was kind enough to wait for me while my dad arrive. we waited in coffee bean chatting away. arrived home bout 11.30 cuz ended up lepaking there for awhile before going back home..

that was my sunday. how was urs?

Maintanance Class

safety driving center (SEL)
yesterday i had maintanance class. it lasted for six hours. it started at 9am and ended at 3pm. i had to get up at 7am.

the first three hours was in a small room filled with people where we listen to this fella, telling us about the driving exams, passing marks, mandatory rules and etc. i got bored and didnt really payed much attention, as i was trying my level best to breath. yeap, i was out of breath. poor me.

however for the pratical session, we were divided into a pair with an instructor each. while my instructor was teaching us on the car parts, there was these five people that crowded with us around the kancil, making it seven people. their stupid instructors left them to be taught by my instructor. damn i was annoyed. a kancil is so small, and u have seven people share a instructor??

besides the weather was hot, and i was already in a foul mood thanks to me being sick and john
who delighted in making me more annoyed which later on lead to me getting worked up which lead to me now loosing my voice. ah, what are brothers for?

at least after learning abit on the car such as the spark plugs, carborator with the other five parasites, we started driving



the instructor

thank god their instructors came back later on for the driving part. here we were allowed to play around with the car aka drive. it was fun!!i felt a whole lot happier driving. my instructor is really a nice chap.