Contemplation..

It was a dark day.

After spending some time contemplating whether she should remain, she decided to leave through the front door. There was no reason for her to stay as things were bound to get worse.

As soon as she stepped out, things started to look better. She felt there were more prospects in the world around her. All she need was a little faith...

Rum Crummy Jungle...

If there is one thing I have learnt on Saturday is that Rum Jungle sucks.

Big time.

As we celebrated our friend's birthday, we found ourselves in Hard Rock (one of my favourite spots). To my delight, the vibe that night was good. As we had our dinner, we argued whether we should stay or adjourn. Then, as the band started to play, a bunch of hot Latin guys emerged from nowehere and proceeded to sit right across us. Damn, they were hot and boy, was I gawking!

Mr. Cutie No. 1, caught me staring and smiled. Naturally, I smiled back. Damn, he was hot! If it was my birthday, and there was a whole school of Hot Latin Men (HLM), I would not budge from my chair, save to go to the dance floor. But nOOOooo. Our twenty three year old pal wanted to adjourn to Rum Jungle (the rest of us have never step in Rum Jungle. Ever). *Bangs head against the wall*

As it was her big do, we obliged. When we arrived at Rum Jungle, the live band was playing a number by Shakira. I love Shakira so I walked straight in.

This was our downfall. I am now 100% certain that they used this dirty method to lure us in.

After a while, the band began to sing Chinese and Indian numbers. Much to my horror, everyone was dancing, all united. I mean, hello?

The only nice thing I have to say about Rum Jungle is that it has a nice interior. Other than that it sucked. The music sucked. The crowd sucked...unless your idea of fun are ah bengs and ah lians and uncles over forty years old leering at fresh young things. Damn, I started to miss the HLMs.

After an hour, we had it and decided to go back to where we came from. Sadly, that was not about to happen as the sky began to darken and it began to pour heavily. HURRAH! Thus we ended up in Rum Jungle for two whole hours which was equivalent to eternity for me. When we finally had to scram, the twenty three year old friend had to leave, though J and me wanted to go back to Hard Rock to enjoy what was left of the night. Since J had to fretch the b'day girl home, that was not about to happen. We went in to Hard Rock for a final scan, and found the band rocking, and everyone dancing. Plus, the band was GOOD!

*grrr*

Damn, we should not have adjourned. *Sniff*

Crabby!

Adrian, you can eat your heart out at my cute crab!



That being said, I love the crab. His name is Crabby. But he doesn't look crabby at all...


Hehehe...


*Sigh*


That was lame...

-Ahem-

Yesterday, I became bored towards the end of the day. With itchy hands, I opened Paint and started messing around. Thus I created this….

And this…

I love it! I think I will call it Riibit!

Whatcha think?

Guys, is it just me?

There are just some things that I can never understand about the opposite sex. If anyone could as be so kind to shead some light to my cluelessness, please feel free to leave your comments. We begin....

1. The remote control. Up to this day, I have yet to fathom the relationship between men and the remote control. If you're watching television, you can be sure that your male counterpart beside you would eventually gain control (excuse the pun) of the remote control.
2. Football. Honestly. What is so great about the sport anyway? A bunch of guys kicking a ball into two tiny goals. Biiig deal. Why the interest? And while I'm at it, there is the F1.....
3. Cars. A friend of mine once told me that to him, a car is more precious than a girl. Daamn. I hope not!

The list is endless, but I think these three tops it up. Till then....!

MI3

About a week ago, I went to the cinema with friends to see MI3. Us girls were keen on "She's The Man" but with a guy tagging along, you don't have much option. Really.

Thus, after puppy eyes and sad looks, we sacrificially (albeit grumpily) consented to purchasing tickets to MI3. Thought that ran through my head? "It better be good"

It sucked.

It was like Lost and Alias intertwine and if you are a follower of these series, you would see various similarities as in angle of shot, scene reenactments, etc. It was all packed with testerone goodies - blood and explosions.

Only reason I was awake was due to this cuttie pie with a British accent (I love their accent, don't you?) on the IMF team. Otherwise, I am certain a visit to Lalaland was due. Beside, I was more than contented seeing the trailer to "Pirates of the Carribean 2" starring a very hot Johnny Depp in mascara (damn he looks good in mascara). Being a real fan of Depp, the friends gave me the look as he appeared on screen, to which I proclaimed that we must watch the movie.

After the movie, I looked at the guy and asked him as to how did he find the movie...


"Okay....what...."

.....


*Sigh* I have yet to understand men's relationship with action and explosions.

*Sigh*

Maybe I am stupid. But I have always thought that it is perfectly normal for anyone of the opposite sex to be friends, and not move beyond the borders of friendship to a more distinctive relationship.

However countless time have always proved me wrong. Why can't there be just friendship without any subliminal message? Why do you try to change it to something else?

If given time then maybe something could emerge from a casual friendship. But why do you seek to jump into the deep ends when you have yet to wad through the shallows, unscathed?

Why trap and put me in this position? Why do you try to bite more than you can chew? I only held out the hand of friendship and I thought both of us understood what it meant.

Yeat here you are, forcing me into this spot, making me feel like a caged animal. Wild animal bites, and I am sorry for the rude awakening. Is it nor better to get hurt in the beginning instead of me giving you an ounce of hope, when there isn't any flicker?

I am sorry as to how mean I may have been.

But most of all, I am sorry I did not see it coming.

**** You

Please disregard the post below as a raving of a madwoman. Nuff said.

I am pissed. Seriously, I haven't been mad like this for quite some time.

**** you.

Who do you think I am? Your slave? You think I am a dummy which you have the strings to pull? F*** offla. You dare not face up to reality and rather let someone take the blame for your faults. You think you are right but your ego has somewhat made you immune to critisim. You think your great? Your but a speck of dust - useless. You think you have control over me? That is so funny because I am not a robot. I have feelings and at the moment I am ****ing pissed off.

If you think you can enslave me by trying me to take a freaking promise to you, then you are wrong. Once trapped, I will run. Once shackled, I will break free.

You do not know me at all. I hate the sense of entrapment. I hate to be engulfed.

So screw you.

You will get your pentance.

Till then sod off bitch.

No weed please.

an excerpt of a conversation I had with a close friend of mine....

dAmaRi$ says:of course u have to after u get married!
dAmaRi$ says:auntie damaris wants to see ur kids!
Aysh says:my poor kids
Aysh says: :(
dAmaRi$ says:how dare u
dAmaRi$ says: i am going to be a godmother
dAmaRi$ says:muahahaha
Aysh says:they will be calling u up for ice creams and chocolate then
Aysh says: :D
dAmaRi$ says: yeah
dAmaRi$ says: and i will give them grass
dAmaRi$ says:hehehe
dAmaRi$ says:see? save cost
Aysh says: grass? as in weed?
dAmaRi$ says: yeah
dAmaRi$ says: thats cool too
dAmaRi$ says: i was thinking of plain grass
dAmaRi$ says: but weed would do too
Aysh says: hehehehehe
Aysh says: u stay away from my kids
dAmaRi$ says: no way
dAmaRi$ says: i will be their fairygodmother
dAmaRi$ says: hehehe
Aysh says: what do u mean? ur going to try to teach them to fly?
dAmaRi$ says: no, im going to ask them to try to fall and teach them the meaning of gravity
Aysh says:geez

Electricity failure

Today I woke up to my fan 'dying'. Thinking it was some cruel tyrant trying to get me out of bed atan ungodly hour, I sleepily open one eye to discover that there was a power failure. I proceeded to go back to sleep.

Thus, I woke up this morning with no means of electricity and for the first time in my life, I was happy to go to work.

*Shrudder*

I hope this doesn't happen again.

The gnat and me...

As I laid my head down to bed,
I felt something in my pants instead,;
Glaring at my sister was what I did,
Could she be the confounded culprit?

I tried to remove the clip she stuck,
But it failed to budge, f***ety f***;
Desperate I became when I heard a hum,
Clips, from what I know, does not make a sound.

To which I knew, it was not a clip,
Becca* would have stayed and would not flip;
If this was a stupid clip,
Why did she ran, why did she flip?

I turn to John* who grinned at me,
My voice, quavered as I tried to break 'it' free;
"What the **** is stuck to my pants?"
"Oh nothing but just one big gnat"

To which all form of sanity fled,
As I screamed and rushed for new pants instead;
The stupid gnat is now outside the living room,
I hope someone kills it and bring its doom

*Becca is my sister
*John is my brother, the sadist that found my horror amusing

Vocalist I am not..

When I was younger, I use to think I had a great singing voice. That was until I recorded it and played it back. The only place that I sing my heart out now is in the shower. It’s surprising as to how many of us think we can sing, when honestly, we can only croak.

Throughout the audition, I realize this, and my heart goes out to any person singing badly on stage, singing without realizing that half of the people in the hall would rather don earmuffs. What we hear is not what comes out. According to a friend, this is (*boring science tone*) due to the fact that we hear one octave lower (or was it higher) than our actually voice that we project.

I watched in tears (of laughter not sadness ok?) as a guy (tall and macho) rendered out “Rasa Sayang Eh”(Feel Love Eh). Gawd, why? What on earth made him do so? There were a few who could not differentiate the various minor and major keys (it’s the octave-blabber blabber I tell you) thus producing the sound of a person going through the cleansing ritual of some far out tribe in the Amazon.

Still, I envy them. I bet that some of them have no idea how they sound, thus giving them a false sense of bravado. Man, if only they could hear themselves on playback. Till then, I would have my own little karaoke session in my toilet. Singing (or croaking in this case) is a great way to release stress – and keep all those thoughts on monsters, spirits and ghosts at bay.

Weekend Blues..

It’s Monday and I’m pretty much zoned out. The last week has been busy for me, what not with the musical coming to full gear (be prepared for me to take long ‘holidays’ before blogging again).

My Saturday and Sunday was spent in Malaysian Tourism Center (MTC) running about, to ensure that the auditions go on smoothly. I learnt various facts about our MTC..

One - For a feast of the eyes (and ears) visit MTC during weekends for their various cultural shows. Free admission.

Two - There is a small cafe behind the main office. The 'Kopi Susu' (Milk Coffee) is kao(good?) and cheap. I mean, 80sen man!

Three - Working to the tune of 'Ahhhh' and 'Eeeiii' by the dikir barat is very distracting. Especially with the kompangs (trambolines? I have no idea what they are call in English)

Thus, I was there on Saturday and Sunday and now am feeling the pinch of exhaustion. But all was fun. After all, I got to see the good, the bad and the funny during the auditions. And that got to count for something, no?