A dose of Dr. Lai

woke up yesterday feeling terrible.

i am down with flu, cough, and sore throat. thus, i went to see the family doctor yesterday. i don't know bout you, but i am terrified of doctors. since i was four i would wail and purposely drag my feet if i were forced to pay a visit to our friendly family doctor, dr lai.


the clinic

i remember running around being chased by my mother, my father and dr. lai who wanted to give me a leathal dose of injection (ok, ok, i was five with a vivid imagination). i was terrified of the long needle dammit. needless to say, i cried my heart out while trying to tell my mum that dr lai was "evil". soon changed my mind though when he bribed me with chewy tablets in white, pink and yellow.

this time round i was feeling too sick and tired to feel fearful. when i went into the consultant room, a rather weird conversation issued.

dr: when did you get the scar on your forehead?
me: *grinning sheepishly" i-
dad: (cut me off) she-la so naughty when small. jumping on the bed dont want to listen to her mother, fall down, padan muka
me: (sulky face..*hmph*)
dr: (smiling) well if it was recently there is this latest technology that -babbles babbles babbles -

he was my family doctor for so many years and now baru notice the scar meh?? apa macam??


* i got two days mc and a whole loads of pills. i have to finish the antibiotics. feeling guilty not at work as i hate being idle for more than one day.

Chocolate at Choz

here's a thought for you

try and have an array of infinite chocolates the next time you're depress. i can assure you that you would feel much better after a while. that is if you don't stuff yourself silly into an overdose. otherwise, you would end up feeling very miserable with the likes of the-world-hates-me-i-wanna-die syndrome.

chocs are especially an indulgence when you are stress or tired or worn out.after a hard day of shopping a lovely cup of aztec is a wonderful treat.


aztec...just heavenly

just head down to klcc and pamper yourself with a warm mug of choc from choz. just don't overdo it k?

ah, and do try the strawberries. they are blissfully delicious.


strawberry and whip cream..

disclaimer: author would not take any responsibility if you gain weight and become depress.

Sale Sale Sale!!!

On Sunday, with the likes of my mother, sister and brother, we headed to KLCC with one goal in mind – shopping.

Destination? Isetan.

Before that we headed to Avenue K where we had Secret Recipe. Damn the Irish Lamb was good. I love Irish Lamb.

Now for your information there are a few things that I like to have when I dine.

1) No crowd. I hate crowd. If I go to hawker stall nvm. If I’m paying a bomb it better not be a pasar malam (night market)
2) Food. It better be good.
3) Ambience. Atmosphere matter.

That’s it I guess. Not much but if I won’t be happy if I don’t have all three. Anyway what I liked about Avenue K was that it hardly had any people. Secret Recipe was almost empty. And the lightings and ambience was nice.

Thus I was a happy customer. However I wasn’t happy about the music as it was not relaxing at all. It would have been better if the place played something soothing like instrumental latin music. That would have been nice. My mum especially wasn’t happy when she heard the song which had the four letter word uncensored mentioned in nearly every sentence. Hehe..

After a scrumptious meal, we headed out to shop. Recent times, I have somewhat tune out on shopping. I used to be able to shop a whole day in a mall. 10am to 10pm. I’m not lying. Seriously, I would be buying and buying cuz its cheap cheap cheap! Later on I would regret because I would either have

1) no use for the item
2) wonder what on earth made me buy such a *shudder* ugly top that makes me look like the muffin man
3) waste money

Since I am now earning my pay, I can afford to splurg more than when I was a college student. However, I have somewhat become a fussypot. So it was with a skeptical view that this sale would be like those megasale (where cheap = hideous, not worth your money) and I would end up buying nothing.

That was not the case. I managed to get a pair of jeans from Pop Soda, a baby tee from Seed and a wallet from Guess.

And I saved quite a bit.


i love this shirt!

Nice or not??

Jeans = RM 15 (can u believe it?? org price is RM89!!)
Top = RM 35 (50% discount)
Wallet = RM 71 (np: 119)


What are u waiting for?? Sale ends on Oct 4

Undang-Undang!!

for the past two days i have been busy.

on saturday i had my undang exam. on sunday went for a shopping spree in Isetan KLCC (more about that in the next blog).


the bibles of undang

now, when me instructor told me last week that we could take the exam the following week (earliest date is sat), i told meself, "aiyah, take on saturdaylor". we just needed to give him prior notice, two days in advance.

so on thursday i confidently called the driving center in the morning confidently notifying them that i was ready to roll!

well, i soon became less confident when i talked to a collegue of mine, Michelle, who passed with flying colours though her friend gagal (re: failed).

shit.

how come i never heard of anyone failing before? everyone always told me "senang saja (easy only)!!no need to study".

thus i panicked. i mean really panicked. on friday night, i tried to study but was too tired. the idea of failing was scary. i dont wanna fail in a stupid undang exams. it would be like...failing in UPSR


with a post-grad degree

so on friday i went to bed early, woke up on the exam day early and studied. i went to the exam jittery while my brother, john* cockily challenged me to see who get the highest.

like hello? im scared of failing here and you're challenging me rm50 to see who get the highest? i declined much to his dissapointment.

we went to this place, reflex or something like that and proceed for the exam. first we had to sit for this buta warna exam (colour blind) where if u even make one mistake u cant take undang. fuck. that made me more nervous than i was.


the center where i took the exam

i did the buta warna exam and passed with flying colors. i then proceeded to the undang exam which i finished in 20 minutes in a panic heart paliptating state. i had another 25 mins which i used to double check two times like nobody's business.

when 33 mins proceeded i gave up. i thought to myself, "if fail, failor" and clicked the tamat ujian (end exam)*.

"tanniah, anda mendapat 92%" (translation: congratulations, you got 92%)

i grinned idiotically and went out to see john who finished the exam earlier than me.

he got a 42/50.

i felt like banging my head on the wall. i could have been rm50 richer dammit.


* we took the exam together, btw

* undang exam is a road safety exam to instill road awareness in an individual (obviously its useless to us malaysians). it is an objective question exam with 50 question with an allocated time of 45 mins. however u need to pass the 13 question buta warna exam first before u can take the undang exam to see if you can tell when a traffic light says stop. u cant make a mistake. all this is done using a computer.

Let's Click

Astifulazimoronicidiotstreamyx....

Hey there! If you want to be annoyed a call to 1300 88 9515 will do the trick.

Just dial up and press #1 for BM and 2# for English. And press a whole load of buttons till you reach your destination…or not.

“Your call will be connected in (three second pause) three minutes”. For this wonderful waiting period, please hear our lovely renderation of gawd knows what – again and again.

When your three minutes is up, please don’t be impatient when you hear our pleasant voice record of “Your call will be connected in (three second pause) three minutes” again as our operators are currently busy and will attend to you shortly. While waiting, do enjoy the lovely tune of gawd knows what – again and again.

When you’re attended too, please be reminded that we would need your ID no and do also give us your receipt no. Now, although we now do have your receipt reference and your ID number, we want you to tell us the amount paid although its already listed in our system. Yes, we want you to go through a whole load of trouble.

Thank you for calling streamyx. Lets click.

It’s just a cuppa coffee

I have a confession to make. I am addicted to coffee.

I never really gave it much thought until my brother, John mention that I was a coffee-addict.

John: You’re so addicted to coffee. Just admit it-la
Me: Am not! I just*pause* need my cuppa coffee in the morning. That’s all
John: Ha! That day you didn’t have coffee in the morning. I saw you scavenging the fridge for coke.
Me: So? What does coke have to do with coffee? Ha!
John: It contains caffeine
Me: …

Apparently, I am a caffeine addict and I subconsciously need my fix everyday. Leave it to a psychology student to try to psychobabble me.

phone call from hell?

yesterday, i recieved a phone call from 03-8318****.

shit. its me ex-company. what if its c, the diabolical monster that is so evil that hell spat back out again? shitshitshit

reluctantly, i picked up the phone to be greeted by tania.

tania: hey-a!! where are u??im at collegela! thought wanna ajak you go lunch.
me: erm tania, i resigned from L*** already.
tania: *gasp* serious??? when??
me: two months already
tania: aiyak..

and she proceed to ask the journalistic five questions: -when, why, what, where, how..

man, i seriously thought she knew.

*photo taken from :www.tattoohighway.org/ 6/kwpatient.html

Headbang anyone?

ADios Gloom says:
I am nuts I just put some nirvana and am headbanging
ADios Gloom says:
havee u ever headbanged?
dAmaRi$ says:
no
dAmaRi$ says:
are u on estacy?
ADios Gloom says:
heheheheh
ADios Gloom says:
not yet just coffee and lack of sleep

i agree. shes nuts. i dont headbang for a very obvious reason. i would end up with a fucking migrane.

Monday Blues...

i hate mondays

mondays sucks

*pauses*

i especially hated this monday

this monday sucks.

know why?

1) you got to go to work
2) your freaking tired
3) your brother is at home, sleeping like a pig as its the hols for his college

damn.

thus i slogged to work, feeling abit grumpy, when *gasp* got caught in a jam. double damn. i need a helicopter. after a while we began to move. slowly. then soon, cars seem to speed and jam was clear.

ah. reason?

accident. so predictable. i mean, here you are rushing to work and everyone who is rushing to work, slows down to take a good view of the wreck and take 4d numbers. *bangs head against the wall* i dont understand.

anyway, wished i had me camera with me as i could have took pics. it involved a truck. masuk longkang (went into drain). there were fruits all splew on the road. damn. i didnt have a nice breakfast. only one pathetic cup of coffee.

man i really do hate mondays.

UPDATE: Expensive glam cafe..

hmm...obviously displeased is...displeased

now, i do wonder which -ahem- university college he's complaining about.

i know i would be freaking displeased too if its the cafe that i assume he's whining about as the food there: -

a) sucks cock
b) is expensive
c) brings a whole new meaning to the word "shitty"

summore wanna increase meh??siao ah?

ex-grad

driving lessons??

november 2004
at home.finally finised me college years. on holiday (direct translated to:eateateatsleeplsleepsleep aka pig). yay! no more cyberjaya!no sir-ee!

december 2004
at home. still on holiday. fuck. becoming a fat lazy pig.

january 2005
recieved job offer. yay! started working in L***. back to cyberjaya. damn. no off on sat. damn. no life. DAMN.

fuuuuck. how to take me license?? so***!

regret being a pig in and not take me license during hols. *bangs head against the wall*. nasi sudah jadi bubur( direct translation:rice became porridge. correct translated: its too late!)

february - july 2005
fuck it.either i: -
a) get license
b)memorise various taxis call-services (hmm, not good prospect. bad with numbers)

oh yeah, i resigned.

august 2005
new job. new environment.

17th september 2005
started license with undang-undang class (direct translation: law class.).

duration: 5 hours. damnthatslong.
lecturer: encik ali (chief trainer)
rating: A, for making it entertaining for 5 hours.damnthatslong.
conclusion: yay!finish the class at 7pm. now for the exams.




oh yeah. remember folks...

PANDU CERMAT, JIWA SELAMAT

Direct translation: - drive careful, soul safe

Correct translation:- drive safe, life safe? (erm, i think its like that..)

Lazy Sluggie

Today I woke up with a revelation – I have become a sluggie. For those of you who are thinking, “WTF is she crapping about” I am actually using a term connived by my brother, J.

Basically, it means a lazy prick. Full stop.

You see folks, I discovered that I have been infected by the Lazy Syndrome Disease (LSD). Chances are, if you rather be at home doing nothing rather than hanging out with your friends, or if you rather be at home sleeping than going out for a fun-filled night, you suffer LSD.

Fuck. I wasn’t always like this. Until I met a friend called WORK who eats up my time, leaving me exhausted with only the longing to go home to me bed for a good nap/sleep/snooze.

I even prefer my books to my friends! Honest to God! I mean, give me the option of going out or staying snuggled in bed with blue cheese and a book, I would pick the latter.

Dear me.

I’m still freaking young.

Err, Adrian, about those magic mushrooms….think they might help? *grins*

UPDATE: Limkokwing & Bank Negara

now, how the hell are they linked?

check out jeffooi's page on the RM1 sylling that cannot be used in Makanlah.And do, do please take a look at where the notice has been paste? It's kinda funnyla = D

btw, serious-ah Makanlah doesnt accept RM1 sylling anymore? Hmm...students dimafankan as usual. still can understand y they dunwan to accept the syillings.

yours truly,

ex-grad

Sims 2

I love the sims 2.

Its the variety of the game that makes it unique. You can pratically make em do anything. Anything. Hell, you can create a sim that looks just like you. Or if you like, create ET reincarnated.

What is chun about the game though is that you can do the things that you can't do in real life. I mean, common, you can't invite your neighbour over for a party and then proceed to drown them in the pool rite?

Enters the sims, where anything is virtually possible. It really becomes fun when your bored and hell, even i am astonish at how creative i can be when wanting to kill of a sim. I just locked him in a room without any doors and watch him die. Its delightfully sinful!

You can also create a slut. Who has an affair with her maid. And gardener.

So do buy the sims, and let your creativity go flying! Trust me, its a game where rules are meant to be broken.

p/s: are there any other ways of 'murdering' sims off?

tip: seduce any sim, murder them and get their cash! *tada*!

Just a Spoon Full of Sugar?

There is a proverb that goes “sleep and thy shall be happy”

Or maybe not.

I am a loyal member of the Grumpy Tempremental Society, where we pledge to be cross in the morning while subjecting everyone within a 5m radius the wrath of crankiness. Hell, I have been a member of this association for life man.

I cannot for the life in me foresee how some people manage to rise and have cherry disposition of Mary Poppins in the morning, when they lack snooze the night before.

My mother is one such person. Seeing her so bubbly in the morning just freaking annoys me. Here you are, Stooge reincarnated and she comes prancing about, singing and humming with a beaming smile. Plus, she goes like, “Wake-ee, wake-ee!!!Rise and shineeeeee….”.

She could have slept at 2am and saw the dawn at 5am and still be happy. What the...?? Secretly, I think she’s on those magic mushrooms.

Its the 11th...I think...

Me: Aiyah, no need to remind melah, I set the date in me calendar already.
ND: Good, don’t later forget. You always like that one.
Me: In my calendar aledi. Don’t worrylah!
ND: Just make sure you come.

This is a normal conversation that often take place between me and my friends. Due to my err, somewhat scatterbrain nature, I tend to forget dates and numbers very easily.

For example: -

What’s my best friend’s number?
Erm, I don’t know – wait, it starts with a 016

What’s my best friend’s birthday*?
Erm..I know its in August. Does that count?

I am lousy with dates. I tend to get them muddle up. The conversation that I had with ND really happened. She knew how forgetful I am and having no utter faith in me, she insisted that I jotted the date down in my calendar.

And that is just what I did. I even set the reminder to go into alarm mode dammit.

Needless to say, I didn’t show up for her brother’s wedding. I set it for September 11th - the day when the World Trade Towers collapsed. It was the wrong date.

I was thinking smugly to myself that this time nothing could go wrong.

Obviously, I was mistaken.

What is so hilarious about the whole situation was that I rechecked the date and even told my other pals, K and P that it was on September 11th*.

And here I was thinking, why did her brother set such an auspicious occasion to tie with such a catastrophe?

Damn. I thought it was to do with the alignment of the moon and the stars in the sky. Not for a second did I thought it could be my miscalculations.

Let’s hope I don’t miss her wedding.

*the wedding took place on September 10th. I set the date for 9/11...

Diablo II: Lord of Time Mismanagement

Yesterday I told myself that I would finish the damn business proposal and be done with it.

Obviously I lied to myself.

I have been putting it off for two whole weeks and I need to start somewhere. Damn Diablo II. Yeap, I blame my entire lack of progress on this addictive I'll-just-finish-this-one-quest game.

I started playing and yipee! I managed to slay the fire breathing Diablo who managed to slay me two times. So there I was, on a Sunday afternoon, finishing the quest of banishing Diablo to the abyss when suddenly, there was this other foul creature that I needed to slay. His name was Baal. Shit.

“Nevermind, I'll-just-finish-this-one-quest”.

This proved to be quite a while for me as I err, got distracted trying to get every magical items and precious stones that appeared from the depths of the dead minions beings. Lets not begin to talk about the gold.

It’s just that this stupid game brings out the kiasu nature in me. In the end nothing was accomplished - saved I felt happy on my accomplishment in the fantasy realm.

Man, and I told myself only an hour dammit.

Gawd damn kesari

this post was due on september 9, 2005*

Ain’t it good when you learn something new?

I learnt something new today. I discovered that Teh Halia (direct translation: ginger tea) and Kesari (an Indian dessert) so do not go together.

Today, I had Teh Halia and loads of Kesari for lunch. And boy, was it delicious.

Not to mention, heavenly.

However, there is a little problem. I feel like puking now*.

You see I have been craving for kesari for some time now. My craving for food is an endless cycle. If I want bacon, I must have bacon. If I want Pringles, I must have Pringles. Either that, or I would daydream about how yummy it would taste. For days. Until I get the food I desire.

Once the quest is over, a new one would begin.

Well I am trying to look at the bright side. I learnt something. And that should make me feel happy right?

So why do I feel miserable?

Damn that blasted kesari!

*not that I regretted it one bit, mind you *grins* can't wait for supper...damn am dying for bacon!

Dee the Moron

I AM A MORON

Sometimes, even I can be amaze as what an idiot I can be.

Have you ever seen The Road to El Derado?

Remember when the guy bangs his head against the wall? Well, I felt like doing that just a moment ago.

Today, I officially was an idiot. What i did was soooOOooo stupid. I left an important fax on the table of a collegue who was on MC. Now did I tell anyone else about the fax? Nope. I kept mum as a jackass. No one, save me, knew about the fax and they only got to know about it at 3.00pm. I knew bout it at 11.00a.m. Naturally, I kena screwed by my boss.

Boss: Why didn't you let me know about the fax?
Me: Ah-Err-I- (aka speechless)
Boss: Next time you must let me know. This is an important fax you know!
Me: Ah-Err-I (aka speechless overcomed by guilt)*

*Conversation might be altered BUT it was along this line..

Did i deserve it? You bet! After all, I got a collegue of mine to write out a letter, all last minute just because I didn't let anyone know about the hateful fax. And to make this guilt trip better, she was sick. Boy, I feel all the more worse.

You know the saying "learn from thy mistakes"? Well it should be upgraded to "learn from thy mistakes AND feel like a moron while you're at it".

Boy, I could do with a beer.

p/s: check out Adrian's latest post entitled 'Rubbish'. Last pic is a winner. :)

When Lavender is not so fragrant...

I am freaking pissed.

Okay, I exaggerated. Still, I am annoyed.

Last week, I sent a coat of mine for drycleaning. I sent it on Monday. Note the word MONDAY (29 August). Oh-kay.

Now the mistake I made was to send it to this place called One Lavender Services in Hartamas, NO. 15 Jalan 26/70A (if you ever happen to work/live in Hartamas you know where to head for super-slow service).

I was told I should be able to get my coat on Thursday. Fair enough for me because Wednesday as we all know it, was Merdeka Day.

Besides, according to the lady, they would be shifting from 27/70A to 26/70A (for you that do not know where how near the two roads are, I have drawn it out).


To be fair, they were shifting BUT if you look at the map, it isn't so far away. Hell its only a street dammit.

So why was I annoyed? Because come Thursday my coat wasn't ready?Nah, its okay. I can understand that they were shifting so maybe some slight delay can occur. Anyway, the girl was apologetic and I was okay.

Me: Bila boleh dapat baju balik?
Girl: Esok you datang ya? Minta maaf, kita baru pindah ke sini.
Me: Okay, I datang esok.

And I went the next day. To realise that my coat was not done. Oh-kay. I was like, "..." but what the hell? That was on a Friday.

Me: Bila boleh dapat baju balik?
Girl: Isnin you datang ya? Minta maaf, kita baru pindah ke sini.
Me: ......

I thought that Monday it would be ready since there is Saturday and Sunday for them to dry-clean it if they forgot, those lazy buggers.

Suffice to say, I didn't get my coat on Monday and the girl was naturally apologetic which was becoming an annoying trait of hers. I think she realise that I was fuming thus she said she would call me when ready and she took down my number.

Me: (In a geram voice) Bila boleh dapat baju balik?
Girl: Belum siap lagi dik. Minta maaf ya?
Me: ......
Girl: Tinggal nombor dengan kakla..nanti kak panggil bila siap ya?

I went there this Wednesday without recieving a phone call from Ms. I'm-so-sorry to find that the coat was wash. Now you tell me, am I overreacting here because last i heard the name for this is bad service*. You promise to call me when the coat is ready and you (excuse me) didn't call? I told her I could wait a month without knowing nuts whether the coat is drycleaned or not. Bloody hell. What did she said to that? "I'm sorry".

While walking away from the shop I vow never to enter Lavender again. Ever. I think I would go to Bubble Jet Laundry Services* which is just a few doors away from Lavender. And this time, if i meet another Ms. I'm-so-sorry, I might just smother her.

* this is just a personal account of what I recieved from Lavender Service
* used their service before. Sent on Monday get back on Thursday as they said. Never met any Ms. I'm-so-sorry in Bubble Jet Service

Bobby the loveble mutt...

Bobby the love of the family

Well, early this morning it rained...


And rained…


Damn, and I had work today. It was just the perfect weather to snuggle up in my blankets for a nice loooOOong snooze. Oh well..


I got up, not to happy. Made my coffee (its my red bull) and headed for work. Now guess what greeted me in the front yard?



An iguana.



Albeit a big and dead one.


Yes, this was the work of *tada!* Bobby, my pet mongrel, the loveble-manja-doggie of the family.


Gross man.

And he looked so cute this morning curled up in a corner sleeping.

This small dog my friends, is a hunter. A predator. He once caught a squirrel. Not that I bother, mind you BUT when he plops the carcass of a mutilated squirrel in front of me with a proud beaming smile (yes, dogs can smile), I couldn’t help but scream – not with ecstatic joy however.

My dog, with all his hunting streak and malicious love for killing things, is the love of the family. He’s a freaking attention seeker and adores being petted and fussed upon – only by family members. If you’re not part of the family, DO NOT seek to gain his undying love by trying to pet him. He’s not one that trusts easily and the idea of making you hand into mincemeat somewhat appeals to him.

I know this, as my brother friend once tried and nearly receive a dosage of ‘love’ from our lovable mongrel. Wonder what would happens if I ‘accidentally’ let him loose when those annoying relatives come over…Hmm…*grins gleefully*

Damn, I love my dog.

Nightmare? Nah...

Today I woke up at 8.15.... ....and went like, "eh?"

You see folks, yesterday I had a really, really strange dream (okayla...not that weird). It was about a friend of mine whom I have not seen in months and have not been thinking about - at all.


It all began when.....


We met at a mall. Or was it a hotel? Whatever it was, the place was posh. As night embraced the sky, we decided to make a move and was chatting amiably about gawd-knows-what while walking to the car park (he offered to fretched me home, being a gentleman).

What was odd was when we went to the carpark, his gf was in the car.

In the front passenger seat...



...waiting for him.


Now this was strange because: -
1) K doesn't have a gf
2) What the hell was his 'gf' doing waiting in the car for him - the gf he never had, that is.


Oh-kay.



As we approached the car, she screamed and took a knife and killed him. And blood splatter all over my white dress. "Damn the dress is ruined!", I thought.





No, that's not what happened. If you were hoping that's what happened, you're a morbid sadistic freak. You should see the doctor.






What happen was, she strucked me as someone I knew (M) but as we approached the car, she didn't look like M. It was an uncomfortable journey home as his 'gf' was a bit hostile to me.


Okay folks. That's it. The end.


Thus I woke up.


However, I still can recall how K's-supposed-gf looks like. A friend of mine, JM told me that if you dream about strangers aka people-you-don't-know-but-suddenly-prop-themselves-in-your-dream (how rude!) they are suppose to be *glups* ghosts.

Oh dear.


Either: -
a) JM listen to alot of folkore, urban legends, makcik kanteen punya cerita karut
b) JM thinks it would be fun to scare the shits outta me
c) JM has a streak for morbidity


However, what struck me as weird was that K nudge me online today and told me he's in the hospital due to appendics. Now this is downright creepy man*. First you dream about a person, and then you recieve a call from the fella.


Naturally I called him to check whether he's okay. Did I tell him about the dream? No, he would think i am a makcik kanteen that has loads of cerita karut to tell.


P/S: If you have any ghost stories to tell, don' t tell me. Please. Show it back down your throat.

* Aiyah, I not scaredla, just feel a sense of deja vu. Just wanted to make the blog interesting...*grins*

Three/Tiga..

Because I have nothing to write today, I decided to post up utter nonsense. Please bear with me...

...or close the page if its boring

...or whateva...

...like I care *flips hair*


10 YEARS AGO I:
1. Was eleven (*geez*)
2. Was still freaking innocent
3. Was a kampung girl?

FIVE YEARS AGO I:
1. was adapting to a new environment and thriving
2. became a -ahem- prefect...chun or not? =)
3. became black as charcoal (don't ask)

TWO YEARS AGO I:
1. was struggling in LKW
2. did my internship and had a blast of a time
3. met someone…who turned out to be Mr. Asshole..hehehe..

ONE YEAR AGO I:
1. college shifted to Cyberjaya…*toot*
2. was anticipating graduation
3. met a bunch of wonderful bitches…*muax!*

YESTERDAY I:
1. stayed at home because I was sick…*toot*
2. played Diablo
3. erm…played Diablo for the whole day?

TODAY I:
1. contemplated whether to go to work or not
2. went to work
3. feeling sick…*blerk*

TOMORROW I WILL:
1. contemplate whether to go to work or not
2. rest at home?
3. watch DVDs?

THREE SNACKS I ENJOY:
1. Lays cheddar cheese and sour cream chips…*ahhh*
2. blue cheese…*slurps*
3. Lindst dark chocolate

THREE THINGS I WOULD NEVER WEAR:
1. a swan dress
2. anything fluorescent green..ewww
3. you know those looOOong stockings those ahlians wear? The ones that makes you look like a Santarina? *shrudders*

THREE PLACES I'VE LIVED:
1. Kuala Lumpur
2. England
3. Batu Pahat

All right then. That's all folks. Today's survey was brought to you by the letter B(oredome) and the letter S(leepy) and by the number 1. Till another episode of Tiga, I'm Dee signing out!


*zips*

-ends-

Of all the things!

I AM SICK ...REALLY SICK

It was as if a mad scientist was drilling and experementing with my brain

Of all days I had to fall sick on a Sunday. Not a Monday. Not a working day.

Gimme a break.

Woke up feeling as if a gong was strapped to the side of my head, with a monk beating it vigirously to the tune of Handel's chant-o-rama. Damn. Not to mention, I was swaying with the melody.

If the torture was not enough, my nose was running like water and gawd knows how many boxes of tissues I have wasted.

So did I rest in bed? Nope. I played Diablo. Yeap, with a head pounding to the likes of an elephant stampede, that's what I did the whole day.

To be fair, I did try to stay in bed with Sophie's World. But you know what? Fuck Sophie's World. It made the headache worse. Here you are trying to rest reading on the Romanticism era but you wind up getting stressed. So I decided to do something else.

Alternative no. 2: Sleep. Going to sleep is easy. Its the trying part that proved difficult. The weather is hot, your head is pounding and you just can't seem to sleep.

Thus, Diablo. I can't believe I was sitting in front of the PC the whole day not knowing how much time I had spent until my daddy called, "Dinnertime!" Oh no, there went my whole day!

Now, I don't have flu, but my head is still pounding, my throat is dry and I have a backache due to sitting in the same position the whole day.

*Sigh*

I guess I have no one to blame but myself.

Bored Bum

I

am

bored.

(repeat 100x)


I spent the whole day doing nothing. N-o-t-h-i-n-g. Save going online to chat, watching the tv, reading the papers. That was it.

Now the day has come to an end. Do I feel guilty being a bum? Nope, though I am officially bored...*sigh*

I have this book called Sophie's World.


Yup..this is the book alrite..


Been meaning to complete it but I have yet to do so. I bought it three years ago but gave up bout a year ago*. Hmm..wonder why...

Thus, I decided that today would be spent in bed, with Sophie's World in my hands and junkfood by my side. I soOOoo love a good read.

However, I encountered a errr...minute problems.

First problem: weather freaking hot! Room turn into suana but with kipas.

Second problem: Junkfood? None. How am I to read if I'm going to be thinking of food ALL the time???What kind of starvation camp is this??!

Third problem: "Ah, no wonder why I did not complete the &#^$ book". Its full of the psycho-bable of philosophy. Fuck.

So I tried mind you, tried to read the book.

I read three pages (full of stuff on Romanticism, Kant and alot more theories)

Then I gave up.

*Sigh* Don't get me wrong. Its not that the book is horrible or what, but you need to be willing to concentrate to grasp what is being said and I was in no mood today to read anything that required thinking. Was more in the mood for some brainless-shit reading. Oh well..

On top of this, I now have wonderful music to listen to. Handel is being played in the living room while J is going on his slaying mission of Diablo in the room. I on the other hand, am gaining the best of both worlds as I can hear this chant-o-rama and the bloody *splurg* noises of things being chopped up. Could anything be more glorious??

* goes to show i have alot of useful-useless items lying around. the other day i 'discovered' that i have two flats that i never knew existed.

everyone say: .......

Fairest of Them All

Ah.

Merdeka night was spend in total splendor – right in front of the TV. After an exhausting day no thanks to somebody I decided to forgo going out. Besides, Snow White was on TV, and being a fan of fairytales, it should be treat to catch it on TV right?

Wrong.

I hated it.

Never have I seen a more twisted version of snow white. With "Snow White, The Fairest Of Them All" expect to be astounded beyond your comprehension.

What do I mean?

Well…

First we have seven dwarfs named the days of the week who (get this!) ARE the seven days of the week dressed in all the color of the rainbow. Yeap, there is Sunday who’s so into purple , Wednesday aka yellowkins (who is six feet and is suppose to be a dwarf..hmm) and the rest of the merry faggot shortlings. Here’s the juicy news – when they gather together in commune, they can change into a rainbow!And they control the weather. Hurrah! Joy!

But wait!

We also have Mr. Cute Prince who is fancied by evil stepmother who wants to get it on with the prince!!! Horny bugger.

BUT she is rejected by Mr. Cute Prince who (i found this part really funny) runs away (literally). Not one to take rejection lightly, evil stepmom turns into aka drama queen (pun intended) and uses her magic mirror to morphs Mr. Cute Prince into a *gasp* bear! She then adds insult to injury by making him a bear in a snowglobe.

Gawd.

Why?

So there went my evening, watching the utterly nutty version of Snow White. And I just couldn’t take my eyes off the TV because it was grotesquely hilarious!

As screenhound22 puts it, "This movie is horrible. It's so bad it's funny!"

Amen, brother.

Conclusion?

"Snow White, The Fairest Of Them All" is hardly the fairest of them all.