Gluttonous New Year's Eve

Sorry for the reaaal lack of post. I have been dead(pun intended) busy.

Today as I stared at the array of food laid out for lunch, I felt a wave of nausea and guilt. The sight of food makes me feel like a glutton.

Since Thursday I have been pigging (pun also intended) out. Instead of a normal dinner, I had one enough for a family of four. One cabonara, one teppenyaki in KLCC. Once I arrived home, I had supper!!

Friday was filled with KFC. KFC for brunch. KFC for lunch. KFC for dinner. Think snack plate, chicken fingers, nuggets, whipped potato, and godknows insert amount here of Pepsi! That was during work mind you. After work, I headed down to Velocity where thanks to the VIP passes, we had unlimited amount of beer. I only had a can, thanks to my guilt. However, I was not about to be let of easy. Friends decided that 'supper' would be keng. Dammitdammitdammit! Char Kuew Teow at 3 friggin' AM!!! FATNESS UNITED!

I am SO not happy with myself at all. Laurence suggestion of a 6km jog during New Year's Eve is starting to sound really appealing. Either that, or I can go on a New Year's fast.

Mighty Coconut

"Name me the first thing that comes to your mind. What do you hate?"

I stared at IZ and told him Coconut Oil.

No, I do not mean the cooking oil, but the product that certain individuals love to soak their hair in. God, please just take my sense of smell away! Of all the products, the Coconut Oil has got to be by far the best stench of oils in the world.

At the whiff of this wonderful fragrance, I feel like pinching my nose and throwing a look of disdain at the offender.

Thus this evening on our way back, me and my colleague had the pleasure of bumping into Ms. Coconut Oil.

O_o

Rapunzel recreated, her hair was indeed long. As her black tresse swayed with her gait, so did the scent of her oil. At that particular moment, I really wished I had a pair of scissors. If I had my way, Coconut Oil, will be banned and those caught possessing it, be force to sniff the lovely potion day, noon and night.

What The World Needs Now..

Thanks to Benny, I have this song stuck in my head.



And I'm loving it more each day...

Touched by a Stranger..

It's strange, though I often blog about idiots, I fail to mention encounters with interesting strangers. Like today, I was waiting to cross the busy street. This woman comes and stands beside me. The kind-hearted lass, pulled me by the arm and led me across the street! I smiled and said thanks to which an interesting conversation issued with this lass, who is from Japan.

Another incident that comes to mind was when I was walking back (AGAIN). Being the lazy bum that I am, I didn't bother to carry an umbrella. A few minutes later, it started to dizzle. A Chinese lass, pulled up beside me, and offered to share with me her umbrella. My friend J? Well, she got soaked wet walking ahead of us. Heh.

I have on many occassions met many individuals. Some are strange, some are insane but there are those few, that somewhat makes you smile and feel, that the world is indeed a wonderful place.

The fierce dimensions of DK...

Incident 1

Due to lack of sleep, my mind was exhausted to the brink. Plus I had to overtime thanks to certain matters that needed to be settled. In the car, some strange man calls rudely asking "SIAPA INI?" Idiot did not understood the meaning of "Salah nombor" AND calls again. Annoyed, I replied politely. The third time? I shouted "Oh bangang, tak faham ah? Pegi belah!" Strange, he never called again...

Incident 2

While walking back from work, I was approached by this Ang Moh. He asked if he could snap a picture of me. Remember the saying that Malaysians are a friendly lot? I failed to obliged and bitch stared the man. He mumbled something about wanting a picture of KLCC.

Incident 3

A certain someone was being sleazy with a friend of mine. Seeing her endure it was more than my cup of tea. I proceeded to *BLAAAAST* the man, who apologize for his demeanour. Guys, if you want a decent girl, don't try being sleazy. Seriously.

Incident 4

Was in the LRT with my bestie. Since it was crowded, body contact was unavoidable. However, when the space began to clear, a certain someone decides to 'lean on me'. Thank god for heels.

Megasales = Megastress

It's one of those days.

It's those days where you just want to head home, to your bed, snuggled under your blanket. Thus I pass my friend's invite to head down to Changkat Bukit Bintang. Recently, I have somewhat outgrown clubbing. Don't get me wrong, I don't mind clubbing, just that I don't fancy it as much.

Since I had to overtime today, I reached KLCC about 7-ish. The bloody place was packed to the brim with shoppers rushing on the trail of the megasale. I wished I had a bazooka and mortars. Gung-ho away! Boy I was in the mood to bitch slap everyone in my way, female and male alike. Yes, I ended up getting freaking stressed and called my mum complaining it would take me the next year to arrive back home.

Thank god for mothers. She cooled me down and I ended up at Choz with an Antez in hand. Chocolates is always blissful. Thus I arrived home rather late.