Dear Diary

Dear diary,

Woke up feeling damn tired. Remind me never to have supper at 2.00am when I have to get up at 7.00am the next day. Got up and proceeded to go back to sleep. Human alarm clock (aka dad) yelled and jolted me up from lala-land. *Hmph*

Did my morning rituals in a daze. Proceeded to have my cup of coffee, which in return gave me new zest to seize the day. In other words, Carpe Diem.

Wanted to go on Neopets to check out how my shop is doing but stupid brother using the computer. Being the sweet sister that I am, I did not whine. I sulked. Left to collect My Kad with stupid brother sitting at the back, basking in delight that he could disturb his poor tired grumpy sister in the morning. Yes diary, I am not a morning person. Threaten to rip his verification card, which would unable him to collect his My Kad. That shut him up for 5 minutes. And then the bugger was at it again. *Note to self* Need to talk to future sister-in-law.

Arrived at mum’s office. Dad suggested breakfast to my happiness. Yay! Another cup of coffee. Delight soon died down when he said we were walking to Maju Junction to collect the stupid card. I WORE HEELS! Plus, I hate exercising.

Walked and arrived in 10 minutes with blistering feet. Was grateful for the chair which I slumped on. Annoying brother proceeded to be more annoying. Gave him a good stab and pinch. Nope, didn’t work. Waited for 15 minutes and then collected My Kad. Yay! Finally, it’s done.

Proceeded for a glorious breakfast of siew pau and lo ma kai. Deliciously topped with a cup of coffee. After the wonderful breakfast it was walkie walike time again. Damn, my feet hurts. Soon arrive at the carpark, and was sent to work, sleepy but full. Feet still hurt. Note to self – soak feet in hot water with two drop of lavender oil when arrive home.

Let's Keep In Touch...no?

If there is one thing that I suck at, that would be keeping in touch. Know the saying, “Out of sight out of mind?” Yeap, that’s me!

There was a time when I could yak on the phone with friends and thought that snail mail was a cool way to communicate. I was a whole younger then. Today, when people ask me to keep in touch I would nod my head, then proceed to forget about it.

Now, if you want anything, send me an SMS. Fine, fine, if it’s urgent give me a call. I normally don’t call my friends. I SMS. It’s just that I have become so lazy to call people up to catch up. Thus, my New Year’s resolution is to keep in touch with friends and acquaintance alike – especially those who are close to me. So far, it’s been a failure and I am going to blame it on my driving classes which consume my weekend.

Officially, I am free during the weekends. Unofficially, I am lazy during the weekends. To be honest, I am just too lazy to get my butt out of my house to go watch a movie, shop or even dine. But seriously, I need to buck up. I need to get back on track, not become Hermit the frog (wait, or was it Kermit?). To those whom I have neglected, thousand of apologies. And to those that have been going out of their way to keep in touch with me (especially Jamie) thank you. I really appreciate it. Truly.

And no, I am not going to end this blog with something like ‘FriEnDs ForEvA’. You can forget about that. However I would like to say to all my friends who are in college. Wait till you start working. And to my friends who are working, we need to get a life. All in all, Carpe Diem peps!

Neopets..

There is a confession that I have to make. I am addicted to Neopets. When I first started playing the game, it was all out of pure fun of having my own online virtual pet, which I can feed. Sadly, the pet does not die, hence the status quo ‘dying of starvation’. If it somewhat conceive some weird contagious diseases such as Neezels, it does not die too. It just becomes unhappy.

*Rewinds back*. As I was saying I am addicted to the game. I play it throughout the day, restocking my shop and being a helping hand at the boards, posting up words of encouragement (this sounds so wrong) to people. Hell, my target for neopets is to earn 10 million neopoints. I finally came to realize my addiction when I complained to John that I was so exhausted on Sunday due to the fact I slept late the night before.

Upon which, I proceeded to bitched about the horrid Chinese New Year (CNY) weather and ramble on the fact that being unable to sleep, I went out, played the computer. Game? Neopets at 3.00am.

Guess what his response was?

O_o

He told me that I was not playing Neopets at 3.00am as he was watching the lifespan of a fly(or something like that) on Discovery Channel. Hell, he even told me that I must be freaking addicted to the game that I must have dreamt about playing neopets. Jeez…..but seriously, I swear that I did played neopets at 3.00am. Truly.

Oh yeah, if you do play neopets, give me a buzz. I will add you as my neofriend. So long as you give me goodies. *Grins gleefully*

The Tin Mine Car

As you all know, I recently passed my driving exam. Now, all I am awaiting is for the probation driving license which, should be release by this Friday.

Am I excited to start my driving career?

Hmm. Let me put it this way. I am apprehensive and it has nothing to do with the drivers on the road.

It's my dad.

This morning, a drama of somekind unfold in my own backyard, that would forever change the way as to how I view our family Nissan Bluebird. What happened was simply this. My brother somewhat managed to bang my dad’s beloved car while reversing. Now, you have to understand that John only recently just got his license so mistakes are bound to happen.

How can I begin to describe my dad’s reaction upon seeing the dent mark and scratches that my brother has cost on ‘his precious’? It was a sight to behold. As the back passenger, I witnessed the story as it thickened, with a good view, all the while making the mental note of staying clear of the Bluebird. In a way, I feel sorry for my brother as I know how it must feel to penget the car, which is like Old Faithful to our family. My conclusion? GIVE ME AN AUTO. Pweease?

Hello.

Well, I was sitting down and typing the budget of something today when suddenly my phone rang. From the ringtone, it was a business call. Thus I dived for the phone. The identity of the caller? CUSTOMER SERVICES.

Okaay.

I picked it up only to have a fright. What I heard was no human voice. You know those recorded voices that goes, “Please press one for English” *pause* “Sila tekan dua untuk BM” and so forth? Yeap, that was the voice.

To be honest, I was speechless. Who on earth, calls you up and put you to a voice recording? I was asked something about a powerpack. Can’t remember the numbers I pressed or whether I agreed to something with my telecommunication service provider. However, I find the whole darn concept rather cool.

Thus, I displayed it on audio loudspeaker for my colleague to hear.

Her response? Equal fascination.

Mr. Know-It-All

Sometimes, it pays to be ignorant. Not always is knowledge a good thing. In my house there is a walking dictionary called John. Sometimes, if you are somewhat unlucky, and this dictionary feels like giving you a blast on the enlightenment of your food, you can discover things that you may have never knew before. These are a few things I have discovered:-

Did you know doughnut is one of the unhealthiest foods in the world?
Yeap, thanks John for the insight. Now I can always look at Dunkin Doughnut with pure guilt.

Did you know that nuggets are made using the part of unwanted chicken like, say its pancreas?
Yeap, thanks John, I needed to know that. Really.

Did you know that the human body is only suppose to take two tablespoon (or was it teaspoon) of sugar per day?
Yeap, thanks John. That would constitute on my solo cuppa of coffee in the morning and no other drinks throughout the day.

Did you know that most salads are actually unhealthy? That is because the amount of mayonnaise, thousand island, French dressing and etc. that they dump into it is really fattening.
Yeap, thanks John. You know how much I love salads. Now, when I see them I would only think of fatty tissues that they would assemble.

The list is endless. Needless to say, the normal respond to this walking dictionary is one of : - SHUT UP!!I DON’T WANT TO KNOW!!KEEP YOUR INFORMATION TO YOURSELF OK?

To which a reply would ensue that goes to the likes of, “Geesh, and I was only trying to help…”

Birthday and Boys

What do guys like, you tell me?

From what I gathered, many guys like:-

Car
Chick
Gadget

Full stop.

Problem is, today is my brother’s birthday and I have no freaking idea what to get him. Let’s see

Car – Hell no. Like, he just got his license and second, more importantly, I can’t afford it. Nuff said

Chick – Let’s not go there. Like hello? I’m his sister. Nuff said too.

Gadget – Last resort. Handphone? Nah, he has already lost three. PDA? Nah, if he can loose three handphones, I don't want to think of a PDA. How about IPOD Nano? I am seriously buying to that idea. First, it looks cute (superficial, I know) and secondly there is a word call b-o-r-r-o-w. However, mum has advice that it somewhat affects the ear. O.o. Right.

Well, if worst comes to worst, there is always the Secret Recipe cake and a happy birthday card.

You know what? Maybe I would just get him a darn slingbag. Looking at his Nike one, I would say he could do with a change.

I know he’s not reading this but HAPPY BIRTHDAY JOHN! MAY YOU GO OLD AND GREY!

LOTSA LOVE,
BIG SIS

Kiasu-ism at it's best

Lying in bed this morning, my sister was moaning as to how upset she is on the fact that she is unable to go for her merentas desa (cross country race) since coming into contact with the fever bug courtesy from me. Now this got me thinking that she is either:-

a) Very team spirited

b) Kiasu(scared to lose) want to beat everyone, boys included to the gold medal.

Frankly, I am opting for number two when I heard that an estimate RM50 is at stake somewhere. Boy, whoever thought that a simple cross-country race was just a fun-filled event got it wrong.

On The Road Test Pt. 2

To all those of you who asked me to seduce the tester, I give you the finger. And to all those of you who provide words of encouragement, thank you soOOoo much. *Muack*

Today was my On The Road Test Pt. 2. Upon arrival, I sat down, took out a paper and proceeded to draw out the map of Route C/Shortcut Route/Previous Failure Route. After drawing out the map, I open the Bible and begin to read (the Bible really has a calming effect on me...*grins*) to prevent myself from any panic seizure. It worked.

I was as calmed as a fiddle, and soon when my name was called I managed to somewhat do everything okay, save showing of to the tester that the Kancil wipers and signals could work, which in turn lost me a mark…*Grrr*

We were on our way and to my horror, it wasn’t the shortcut route but Route B, which I did not outline the step-by-step procedure. Not to mention, TWO OF THE TRAFFIC LIGHTS WERE NOT WORKING. Ah, how I love Malaysia’s road system.

Still, God be praised, I got a very nice tester with whom I ended up discussing Malaysia’s economy and its effects on the retrenchment market. This in turn further lead to the discussion on the typical fresh graduate salary.

Damn, by the end of the whole journey, I wanted to buy him a cup of coffee as gratitude for making me calm and collected. Not to mention, the fella is seeking new employement elsewhere and was asking me for any recommendations. Hehe.

And yes, I passed – 17/20. Came to work with this big smirk on my face. I just can’t help it. Told you that I would pass the next time!

*Smirks away*

Rant of A Mad(literally)man

Since Awal-Muharram on Tuesday, I have been down with flu, fever, dry cough and the feeling of wanting to strangle every idiot that crossed my path. Needless to say, I gave a piece of my mind to a few unlucky individuals who were not only rude, but of the bullying kind. All in all, it made me feel damn good, save for the hot forehead.

Thus on Tuesday, instead of going out with my family, I was stuck at home, mopping my sorrows away which basically concluded to : -

DAMN! WHY CAN'T I FALL SICK ON A WORKING DAY!?! ARGH!!!

On Wednesday morning, I was not feeling too good. Thus, a visit to the family doctor was necessary. Outcome? I still have the fever and was given bagfuls of tablets to swallow.

Did I ever mention that I hate medicine? If it were in my jurisdiction, I would only go to the doctor to prove that I am an ill cow, not to become a chemical enhanced one. Since I was forced to take those hateful pills, I swallowed them unwillingly after every meal, four times a day thank you very much.

There were five pills all together with all the color of the rainbow save orange. Did I finish the doctor's prescription? Nope. By day two, I found the pills a nuisance and they have been in my bag ever since, rotting away. Still, heaven be blessed as the doctor instantly recognize that I was looking like a starved giraffe, and gave me two days MC.

On Thursday I woke up feeling relief for the rest only to find that I was needed in the office. Yeap, I had to drag myself there. Sitting there, I can say say I wasn't very happy and wasn't about to be Ms. Cherry Disposition. I couldn't even breath for goodness sake! Thank God I only had to be in the office bout half day before kissing the Perdana on the way home.

Was I happy when I arrived home? Was I grateful to see the couch where I spend my various nights? NO. I was freaking furious. Why? Go figure Ms. Pansy Pants. Damn, today I am at work and I feel like being a bitch. Any idiotic rude people around? Any takers??

On the road, my ***

I went for my driving exams today. Needless to say, I passed the three-point-turn, parking and slope. However, I somewhat managed to fail my on the road. Hurrah!

Reason being? P-A-N-I-C-K-E-D

Yeap, due to this stupid Kancil, that did not give me leeway once I gave the signal, I began to break into cold sweat and being drenched in it, chickened out to produce more and more mistakes. It was unending until I reached the driving school.

Let me put it this way: It was so bad that I did not need to see my marks to know that I failed. There. I have said it.

Thus, next Monday, I would be taking off again in the morning, waiting for my on the road test. And if this time, I won't fail, hook or by crook.

Late Nights

By the rate that I'm going, I don't know what the hell I am going to conjure during driving class, this coming Saturday.

Past these few days, I somewhat have been sleeping very late, due to spending my nights at Robin's place, doing editing for the launch at Istana Budaya this Friday and boy, after a few days of not sleeping properly, I can safely say it's equivelant to a night out boozing. Not only that, due to lack of visit to Lalaland, I look like a panda bear with rings under my eyes. I can't seem to decipher simple stuff and am walking around like Frankenstein reincarnated.

So what did I learnt yesterday?

Simply this: THANK GOD I AM NOT AN EDITOR!

I just lack the patience for it. *Grins*

And what did I learnt this morning?

Simply this: THANK GOD FOR MAKE UP!

Damn, I'm vain! But then again, who isn't?

Corrupted CDs & Nights in the office

It's 6.45am in the morning and I'm up. I just can't seem to sleep. *SIGH* and boy, do I feel tired. Yesterday, me and my colleague were in the office till the likes of 1am trying to figure out transferring files to Robin on three screwed up PCs.

Did I mentioned that I love Robin Ikea's bed? It's awesome. After work, me and my colleague Michelle had to drag ourselves to his apartment to do some last minute video editing. Nevermind about that, I can handle that as I don't mind last minute stuff. Love the rush of it. Hehe. Anyway, when we tried to open the CD, the error message that popped up was along the lines of:-

"ERROR: DISC IS CORRUPTED"

DAMN!!!We had endured the jam, to come to Bukit Bintang, meet Robin, go to his place just to find out that the CD can't be read. *Bangs head against the wall*

Thus, we rushed back to my place, where I got my USB drive, headed back to office, where we transferred the files in the middle of the night, to Robin via MSN messenger. Ah, how I love technology. Not only that, as Michelle's PC could not detect the files since the beginning, we also transferred the darn files to her PC for safety reasons. It took the

whole

darn

night.

*Bangs head a hundered times against the wall*

Thus, there went the nights of two sleep deprived souls to begin with, who the night before, slept at 3am. Yeap, we were in the office until 1am, and the only thing accomplished were the files transferring. Still, there is always today for another night in the office. Or a night at Rob's place, watching the pro do his thing while, I, sleep in his wonderfully made, Ikea bed.