ramblings of a madman

Safari guide my @$$

2007-03-28T23:05:00.000+08:00

Safari Guide says: how are u?
Safari Guide says: long time eh
Damaris says: lolz
Damaris says: yeah
Damaris says: been very busy
Damaris says: how bout u?
Safari Guide says: busy as hell
Safari Guide says: =)
Damaris says: hehe
Damaris says: hows the company coming about?
Safari Guide says: coming up fine
Safari Guide says: i am in the office actually
Safari Guide says: been to elephant county
Damaris says: elephant country?
Damaris says: eh?
Safari Guide says: yea..went to the swamps last week
Damaris says: er okay
Safari Guide says: lol
Safari Guide says: so tell me
Safari Guide says: there was an earth quake sumtime last month over there
Safari Guide says: id u feel it?
Damaris says: yearp
Damaris says: =)
Safari Guide says: damn
Damaris says: hehe
Damaris says: i was at the hotel when it happened
Safari Guide says: wooosa
Safari Guide says: which is why i prefer to stay inthis beloved country of mine
Safari Guide says: no earth quakes
Damaris says: lol
Safari Guide says: no tsunami's
Safari Guide says: just lions and the baking african sun
Damaris says: er okay man
Damaris says: anything tat makes u happy
Safari Guide says: lol
Damaris says: i wanna go on a nice break man
Safari Guide says: come here
Safari Guide says: can feed u to the dolphins
Damaris says: ...
Safari Guide says: he he
Damaris says: weirdo
Safari Guide says: cellphones dont work there too
Safari Guide says: did i mention that there are no loos?
Damaris says:...

Ten ways to know if you are a workaholic..

2007-03-18T12:35:00.000+08:00

Signs you are a workaholic: -

You spend more time at work than at home.
Technically your working hour ends at 5.30pm. Technically.
You are very passionate about what you do.
Your kiasu competitive streak is brought to new heights.
You are proud about your company always thinking of ways to improve your department.
You dream about your work.
You talk about you work.
Your inbox (both email and phone) are filled with messages from colleagues.
Your friends wonder if you still are alive.
You have no life, save your work life

Not that I mind, mind you. When you are in love with your job, you don't mind making the sacrifices..

Plaster and fastfood cravings

2007-03-11T22:43:00.000+08:00

So here is the deal. I am in the room helping John find the cover for El Laberinto del Fauno (Pan's Labyrinth). The next thing I know, he is sucking his thumb. I find out that he has suffered from a gash. Thinking it is inflicted by a paper, I find out that the wound is from razors. Gillette razors lay splattered on his bed.

Like paperclips.

Being the sister that I am, I remove them cautiously and proceed to drone my brother upon the discovery of razors on his bed. Is he in any way trying to see how far can he go before he cast upon himself wounds of many kinds?

Blood is pouring out and hurriedly I search for a plaster. There is none. It is funny how when you need something it is never there. Upon which, daddy suggested going for a drive to get some blasted plaster. As we passed a fast-food joint I discovered that I craved for a certain kind of fast-food.

Which is not good as I can always get (insert name of fast-food joint here) anytime, anywhere and I should be sick to death of the brand. Surprisingly I am not. I should be full from dinner but I still want supper. As daddy get the plasters, I get the my ~~heart~~ stomach desire.

So here is the deal. My brother has countless of plasters. And I have now ate an hour's worth of exercise. Go me!

Vegetarian pretzels

2007-03-09T09:19:00.000+08:00

It’s after work. H and I decide to go to KLCC for window shopping. We end up at New Zealand's ice cream. After enjoying our treat, we head downstairs when suddenly the craving for a nice Aunty Annie’s pretzel (sour cream, mind you) overwhelms me.

I proceed to the booth, order my pretzel and was ready to leave when I glance upon two Indian men who were behind me.

“What is this? Is it a doughnut?” said Guy No 1, with a heavy Indian accent. My guess? They are from India.

The server looks dumbfound while I try to stifle a smirk.

“No, it’s a pretzel,” I explained to the tourist.

Both men look at me. Guy No 2 says, “What is a pretzel?”

I seriously do not know what to say. To which he continue with the question: -

“Is the pretzel vegetarian?”

I stared at both men feeling a big smirk emerging on my face. The server looks at me. I look back at him and grin ear to ear. He grins back. I hurriedly walk to where H was standing. If I stay watching the two men, most likely I would start guffawing loudly in public.

And we do not want that do we?

Al Marjan and V-day

2007-02-14T22:26:00.000+08:00

I never did get it and I guess I never will. The buying of roses and chocolates on V-day. Maybe it is because I am not a rose person (though chocolates is a different story). Maybe it's because I cannot see why must one day be so special when everyday is.

Moving on..

Impulsive H asked me to come and celebrate the V-day eating out. I never ever celebrated V-day and was looking forward to going home and curling up with a book in bed. However when the word "buffet" and "Lebanese" came into the picture, all form of reluctancy vanished and I immediately became game.

The thought of trying something new always appealled to me. So, instead of heading home, we went to KLCC, to Al Marjan.

Man the food was glorious! The array was fabulous! There was so much food!

There was more....

And more...and more at every turn we took. In fact we finally decided not to snap pictures and started to dig in..

The food was heavenly and we had many helpings...

Till it came to a point where we felt so sick...

I have no idea why I snapped this picture. Maybe because it looks cool.

Happy V-day.....

That is if you celebrate it....

For the rest, pleasant journey in this life ahead!

Melancholic Tuesday

2007-02-13T10:05:00.000+08:00

For no apparent reason I thought about you today. It brought a smile to my face. I remember the days when we were in college. People often mistook our hand of friendship as something more. It constantly amused us. However we both new this could never be because of who and what you are.

I love how you often cheered me up with your weird antics, which never fail to bring me out of my doldrums. I love your constant support. I love how you never judge me, accepting me for who I am. I love how you broaden my perspective. I love your optimistic nature. I love how you showed me another side; another world that I never knew existed.

I miss your hugs and the way you dance. I miss your openness.

I miss you.

Oh so much.

Make up anyone?

2007-02-10T21:46:00.000+08:00

It's dangerous when you have shopperholics for colleagues. Even more so when there is a warehouse sale just around the corner of your office. With colleagues that encourages you to spend it is no wonder you come back a whole lot poorer.

Within two days, I have more make up to last a year.

Or maybe two.

Whatevala..

2007-02-08T08:38:00.001+08:00

Courtesy of Ian.

If you leave a comment on this post:

1. I'll respond with something random about you
2. I'll challenge you to try something
3. I'll pick a color that I associate with you
4. I'll tell you something I like about you
5. I'll tell you my first/clearest memory of you
6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of
7. I'll ask you something I've always wanted to ask you
8. If I do this for you, you must post this on yours

*Might not be replying for some time. See how busy I am. *shrugs*

Intruder within

2007-02-01T04:54:00.000+08:00

I awoke to a start at 4.30 a.m. My mother’s screams could be heard by the entire household.

“The dog’s been shot!!!”

I hurriedly jumped out of bed, my heart beating frantically.

I ran to the living room, where the commotion was. Before I could seize the grilled door, my dad emerges with the dog in tow. Bobby, thankfully is not bleeding. My dad however, has a slight wound on his leg, courtesy of some stupid pranksters. Or maybe someone else with a more malicious intent.

It was obvious something had to be done. The police was called. As soon as they arrived, three concerned parties stood beneath the dark sky explaining the events of the night.

I would like to thank the police for their prompt response and courteous manner. My heart however is not still as I think of the intruder that was once here. I wish my two Dobermans were still alive.

Happy Federal Territory day.

Burn out

2007-01-13T13:16:00.000+08:00

I couldn't ask for more. Life has been wonderful. I am doing things most people can only dream of. I am meeting people that most find unattainable. I am enjoying my job - a thing many seek but do not find. I am indeed lucky. I am grateful. Truly.

Why then do I feel so tired? Smiling is now a chore. If I keep going on this pace, God knows the consequence. My brain is now scattered. I forget things easily. My diary is packed. I admit, I am ambitious. I strive on competition. But to what extend? As much as I hate to admit it, I have been neglecting my friends and family. My weekend are now scarce, if I am not work-bound. I no longer take pleasure in going out but sleeping at home.

Worst of all why am I complaining, when I am doing what I want?

Once a blue moon

2007-01-11T19:06:00.000+08:00

By the rate I'm going this blog is going to die anytime soon. My social life is diminishing quickly as I embrace the corporate world. Not that I mind, mind you. I love my job. Only thing is it is eating into my personal life.

Gluttonous New Year's Eve

2006-12-31T19:55:00.000+08:00

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

2006-12-16T01:25:00.000+08:00

"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..

2006-12-10T09:34:00.000+08:00

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

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

Touched by a Stranger..

2006-12-08T22:45:00.000+08:00

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...

2006-12-06T21:35:00.000+08:00

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

2006-12-01T22:45:00.000+08:00

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.

Lunch Commodity

2006-11-28T14:34:00.000+08:00

I am super annoyed. Today I got caught during the lunch hour rain because I ~~was super lazy~~ failed to carry any payung with me.. So A and me waited...

And waited

And waited somemore

And waited *tick tick tick*

And then, I couldn’t stand it, and went to Watson, where I spent RM9.90 on a freaking umbrella. I am really regretting the buy. My only consolation is that it is pink.

With much love..

2006-11-27T21:23:00.000+08:00

I'm happy. It's one of those days where the sun is shining. I love my family. I love my friends. And God...well, I feel Him in the air....

When I was a kid, my parents always played a game with us. It was called the "Thankgiving Game". All participants had to say something that they were grateful for.

I am grateful to God for everything
I am grateful that I have such a wonderful family
I am grateful that I am have solid friendships here and there
I am grateful that I go to a job that I love
I am grateful that I am alive

I wish you all a wonderful weekend ahead. God bless!

Birthday Jitters...

2006-11-24T12:56:00.000+08:00

Double Update: My salary just came in. DOUBLE HAPPINESS!!!*faints*

Update: My colleagues just gave me a wonderful surprise. They got me a cake to celebrate the day, and yes, I am very very surprised. But I am happy. It has been ages since I have been as surprised as this.

Due to a busy schedule, I have been cutting back on blogging. Before I continue, I would like to give everyone that wish me a big *MUAX*. The rest may proceed to drop dead. Bleh.

Seeing that my ‘brother’, who is celebrating his birthday today across the globe (same year summore!), I am officially taking his post, cutting and pasting and making it mine. MUAHAHAHA.

23 things I have learnt in my 23 years of living (See, I even edited the title *grins*)

God is every so faithful.
Family should be of utmost importance in one's life.
To appreciate something, one has to go through trials and tribulations otherwise, one will fail to realise the beauty that one grasp.
Try not to judge anyone for who they are, what they do/did. (this is sooOo not easy, but I'm still trying)
There are so many levels of friendship. The solid ones come from the least expected places.
Never go into a relationship just for the sake of it. Make sure you are happy to talk and just be with that someone. It is simple really. (on this note, I am still single..=D)
Life is simple. We on the other hand, love to complicate it.
To love, is to let your heart be broken, times and times again (this applies to any relationship, be it bgr, family and friends..)
I AM NOW OFFICIALLY LAZY TO CONTINUE THE POST.

Last but not least, HAPPY BIRTHDAY IAN! I HOPE YOU FIND LOVE, JOY AND PEACE ABUNDANT THE NEXT YEAR THOUGH...

and maybe a hot latino chick eh? =)

Of ATM Rejects

2006-11-20T21:10:00.000+08:00

I went out to Midvalley today to accompany my mum to take a look at her Estee Lauder products. Can you believe that all this while she thought the perfume she was using was Beautiful while it was Intense Pleasure?

Anyways, we saw the set that was being offered and neither of us were impressed. Advertisement my friends, is very deceiving from reality. Thus we went window shopping and that was when I thought it would be cool to get my brother an early X-Mas present.

To buy him this present, I needed to withdraw from the ATM. However, all the ATMs were hellbent on giving me an exercise of the century. They all worked hand in hand to reject my card. Thus I had a wonderful tour of the mall until someone was kind enough to point out an ATM which has existed in a secluded place. It work!

It accepted my card. Wonderful. Withdrew the money and got me brother this: -

Gave it to him and he was happy. He better be otherwise...

Luggage Abound!

2006-11-16T12:30:00.000+08:00

Call me superficial, but I have always told myself that I would one day get myself those sleek posh luggage. Everytime I passed a luggage store, my eyes would automatically peer at the various suitcases.

So yesterday, on my way back, I decided to scout KLCC to see the range, design and brand that were available since I would be flying often and professionally, it’s not befitting to fly with a blue canvas Reebok bag.

Scouring around, I chanced upon Isetan, which were having a luggage fair.

How could I resist not to take a peek?

I mean, it was the last day of the fair. And by sheer luck, I chance upon it unknowingly. So, without further ado I browsed through the multitude of colors before me. I was, awestruck.

One an a half hour later, I was strolling back with a luggage in tow. I got a wonderful black cabin luggage from Samsonite at half the price. Grinning ear-to-ear I went back home pushing my newfound product which I would show off to the world rather soon.

An encounter of the slithery kind - Part 2

2006-11-11T20:44:00.000+08:00

Yesterday I was in the office overtime, finishing up some stuff when I received a call from home. My dog, caught a cobra and this time, he killed it. Though it was a black Cobra, my dad said it was a different one then the last time.

However, my relief was shortlived as I heard that the Cobra spat venom into Bobby's eyes. All thoughts of work vanquish from my mind as I wanted to go home to check the wellbeing of my beloved baby. Hurriedly, I proceeded to finish whatever I needed to. The time was 8.05pm when I left the building. Met my friend, and we went to the Dang Wangi station. The train which arrived was packed and we only managed to squeeze onto the third one.

By the time I got home it was 8.45pm. As soon as I plonked my bag I ran outside to see my doggy. His eyes were terrible. They were swollen though the right eye looked better. After manjaing him, I got a cloth and some water to clean his eyes which was tearing. Then I proceeded to feed him with nuggets and codliver oil, clorophil tablets as well my partially finished yoghurt fruit juice.

He lapped it all up - the affection, the food and the medicine. Today I spent most of the day checking my doggy, to see how he is. I am very very relief that he is alright and his eyes are getting better. I currently have a dislike against snake and should my dog been bitten, I think the dislike would have turn to hate.

P/S: I want to buy sulphur. Anyone knows where I can get loads of that?

Malaysia's "Wonderful" Transportation Systems

2006-11-08T21:12:00.000+08:00

Today I rushed back early as I wanted to rest as tomorrow I'm having a loooOOooong day. So briskly, I walked to KLCC to wait for the train. What greeted me was a crowd like that you get in a concert. The most genius part of this whole scheme was that no one was allowed to proceed through the ticket gate. Instead we all had to wait outside the train station.

YAY! HURRAH!

With determination, I then struggled my way through to the counter, wishing that I was in a rugby uniform instead of my skirt and heels. After buying the ticket, I proceeded to get in queue for the darn train. Thirty minutes past and the train the queue was getting longer but no train. I was fuming and wishing for a flame thrower.

Finally I stormed off. Nevermind the money. I rather give it to the poor. Thus I began my walk to KL Monorail, to which I overheard a stupid scumbag taxidriver on the phone in front of KLCC telling some poor misfortunate souls that he would fretch them to Bukit Bintang for RM300 ringgit! F***!!! HOW CAN LIKE THAT!!!

I glared at him. Seriously man, these are the f***** that give our country a wonderful name! Too bad the misfortunate souls weren't there. Otherwise I might just walk up to them and tell them that they are about to get con big time!

Once I arrive at the Monorail the train arrived in less than 5 minutes!Hah! I am so gonna use the monorail in the future.

Pick up and mush up

2006-11-07T22:02:00.000+08:00

Today since I had a bit of work to clear, I decided to OT. Thus, I only left my office at 8.00pm plus plus. Cars were everywhere and impatiently I waited for the red man to become green.

As I stared vacantly ahead this guy approached me in front of a club where I was waiting to cross to the other side.

"How are you?" he said rather friendly.

I blinked before I replied, "I'm very tired and I want to go home"

"My name is--"

I cut him off with the hand, and proceeded to cross the busy street. Seriously, when you are drop dead tired, the last thing you need is someone trying his pick up line. You're just too tired to care!

Tiredness and Grumpy-ness

2006-11-04T19:50:00.000+08:00

I should be out now. Watching a friend perform at his gig. Giving him some form of support.

As I said, I should.

Instead, I'm at home. Tired but relief. I have been going out too often and coming back late. I am indeed washed out.

Even ice cream couldn't seduce me to go out. Like, seriously..

A part of me feels guilty, the other part feels good. I need a break doing nothing. People are asking me, why am I not out today. As if I *mustn't* be caught dead at home. I am feeling cranky. Poor Lizzie (I'm really sorry. Feeling really bad).

I am feeling grumpy thanks to my stupid tummy. Hell hath no fury like a woman in pain. Heh. Can I hibernate for a month, not going out on the weekends and spending my days at work? And while I am at it, can I have all the bags in The Devil Wears Prada? Like pretty please?

Bestie Lesbie..

2006-10-31T17:12:00.000+08:00

Apologize for the lack of post. Past two weeks have been hectic.

Yesterday a weirdo added me on msn. A hentai weirdo. Heck, I never had no friend by the name Waaaaane* before and I have no idea how on earth did he get my msn. Thus began the weirdest conversation ever. He asked me for my photo. Naturally I do not divulge any photo to anyone as I shrudder to think of the, erm consequence.

I added my close friend Lizzie into the conversation. Reason? Saja. To which she ask, who on earth is he. When I told her I dunno she was ballistic but I guess we never had so much fun ever. He then ask for her photo. To which she told me where on earth did I meet such a gatal old man.

=D

The conversation started to become fun when I told him I am a lesbian. The bugger went silent for a

very

long

time...

I was totally bemused as my display picture indicated something of that nature wat with me and my bestie up to our usual nonsense poses. However, did that keep Waaaaneee away??

NOoooooOOoo

He became veeeeerry friendly instead...

-________-

I need to come up with a better plan to keep gatal men at bay...

*name has been change to protect identity

P/S: Just for the record, I am straight. Very straight okay?

Popcorn Mix

2006-10-28T09:54:00.000+08:00

It’s 9.39 am. I got up at 7.20am.

O_o

Why oh why do I feel damn hyper?

Currently listening too?

'Popcorn Mix' by Crazy Frog.

I know, I know, it’s a bit to early for such a stupid song..

The tune isn’t so bad really...

*thumps head*

Kinda catchy...

*thumps head*

So, are you still with me?

*thumps head*

In two more hours I will be out of the house

*thumps head*

I will be watching three movies in a day with three different groups of people

*thumps head*

*Yawns*

I think I will make myself another mug of coffee. Otherwise I might just sleep thorough Hugh Jackman and we can't have that can we?

=)

Shopping Mania

2006-10-25T22:37:00.000+08:00

I told Ran that I needed a new jacket...

Ran: But you already got one!
Me: Yeah, but I need another...=)
Ran: You don't need another. You want another
Me: I'm getting a white one!!
Ran: White would be rather fetching actually...
Me: But then easy to get dirty
Ran: I will never understand women...

Since Friday, I have been damn busy and have somewhat manage to succumb to the lure of shopping. Evil, evilness I tell you!! In a day, Isetan have gained from me the equivalent of a trip (a nice comfortable trip) to Vietnam, including lodgings, food and tourist sightings..

On the hindside, I got myself a jacket and matching pants. Another pair of pants, a skirt, and a lovely top...Then I saw The Devil Wears Prada and wanted to shop for more..That movie is evil I tell you!

=)

That was on Friday....

Come Monday, I am a great deal er, poorer due to the fact that I brought some people from another country to explore the bargain hunt call Masjid India...

But at least I got a shawl, a bag, two evening bags, butterfly brooches (I love butterflies), and two different shawls...

Retail therapy...don't you just love it?!

An encounter of the slithery kind...

2006-10-18T12:33:00.000+08:00

This my friends, is a Cobra. Today my friends, I saw a Cobra. In my garden. It was hissing at my dog, Bobby who was barking furiously at it. Now, if you have a dog, you will know through it's bark when something is not right.

Thus I went to the window, to check out what the racket was. That was when I saw the snake, in all it's full glory, hood up as my dog made attempts to nip it. I yelled for daddy and watch in facination as he used a kayu to hit it on it's head.

*Plok plok*

The creature escaped by slithering away into a cavine by the drain.

The end.

Safari-filled 'funness'

2006-10-14T20:07:00.000+08:00

Remember Mayhem?

dAmaRi$ says: yay yay
dAmaRi$ says: eh if i come to botswana u would bring me around right?
Mayhem Productions Inc says:yea...the lions here are vegeterian
dAmaRi$ says: bah
Mayhem Productions Inc says:u better eat a lot of veges b4 u come down here
dAmaRi$ says: hehehehe
dAmaRi$ says: verrrry farni
Mayhem Productions Inc says: trust me...once this BBC journalist was here....they were in the jungle watching lions...had 2 jeeps 200 yards apart and he asked how far somebody would get if he tries to get to the other vehicle..answer? NOT VERY FAR AT ALL
Mayhem Productions Inc says: lions give humans very close attention here
Mayhem Productions Inc says: i mean, u blink
Mayhem Productions Inc says: u will end up as dinner
dAmaRi$ says: u serious??
Mayhem Productions Inc says: oh yeah
Mayhem Productions Inc says: just follow the park regulations
Mayhem Productions Inc says: and u will be back in one piece
dAmaRi$ says: good!
dAmaRi$ says: yay
dAmaRi$ says: we go one day!
Mayhem Productions Inc says: aiight
dAmaRi$ says: but u dont shove me to the lions ah
Mayhem Productions Inc says: nah
Mayhem Productions Inc says: they dont eat meat
Mayhem Productions Inc says: they are vegeterian too
dAmaRi$ says: yeah right
dAmaRi$ says: and pigs fly up high in the sky
Mayhem Productions Inc says: oh yeah
(Note: seriously, is he agreeing with me on the flying pigs?)
Mayhem Productions Inc says: Bots lions are not very fond of human meat
Mayhem Productions Inc says: last time they ate sumone was a couple of years ago
Mayhem Productions Inc says: I bet they want some some now
dAmaRi$ says: O_o
Mayhem Productions Inc says: he he
Mayhem Productions Inc says: don be scared now
dAmaRi$ says: u would make a horrible tourism ambassador u know
Mayhem Productions Inc says: he he
Mayhem Productions Inc says: hey
Mayhem Productions Inc says: tourists don want to be fed in a shinning plate
Mayhem Productions Inc says: maybe a bad tour guide
Mayhem Productions Inc says: ambassador
Mayhem Productions Inc says: no way
dAmaRi$ says: heh
dAmaRi$ says: such love for thy country!
Mayhem Productions Inc says: cause i might be tempted to feed the tourists to our hungry lions
dAmaRi$ says:O_o

He needs to get his brain checked....

An there the idiot stood...

2006-10-12T13:01:00.000+08:00

Wahliauness!!

Today as I was sipping my Aztec in Chozs, KLCC a man proceeded to walk pass me. Walk, walkla..but this Malay chap proceeded to bitch stare me.

He must have thought that I was the most jahanam of all Muslims, sipping chocolate in the open air during the month of Ramadhan. What did I do?

I bitch stare back while sipping my chocolate. Leisurely and smugly.

He looked at me in disbelief.

Bloody hell. Do I look like a Muslim to you? What do you want me to do? Wear a gigantic cross ah so that you shaddap? Geram tau! This happens ever Ramadhan month.

Made me wish I dumb****ed his mind by wishing him "Asalamuailaikum..."

Gawd, why do we have people who are so kolot. At least check out properly before you bitch stare someone o-kay?

Sleep deprived

2006-10-11T22:50:00.000+08:00

I didn't sleep the whole of yesterday. In fact, bleary eye I sat listening stonily to the azan. Fretfully, I managed to doze off, only to be awoken at 6.30am.

I failed to find shuteye after that and remain in between the realms of the dead and the living, wishing tiredly I could go back to sleep. Sadly that was not to be, and I headed out only to be greeted with the smell of porridge.

I love porridge.

I love porridge with coffee even better.

And throughout the day, I consumed three mugs of coffee before lethargically ko-ed throughout the day. Damn what a waste..

Oh well..

P/S: As you can see this post makes no sense whatsoever. I still love porridge btw.

Sunset and a sense of belonging...

2006-10-09T13:33:00.000+08:00

I was telling Rasmus (yes, yes I know someone by the name of Rasmus, and yes he is sick being asked if he knows who 'The Rasmus' are) that I live somewhat in a jungle. He did not believed me until I showed proof, in the form of my camera.

If there is one thing that makes me happy, it is a good walk to clear the cobwebs in my head. Since there have been alot on my mind recently, I decided a good hike would do me a world of good. Why not take a short hike around the neighbourhood eh?

The sight of trees often bring a sense of calmness and tranquility...

I could just lay there forever, looking at the blue sky and float into another dimension free of the fraility of the human mind...

Soon, the sun was just spreading it's glory basking the trees in its lights....

There is nothing better than walking when the sun is setting. Somehow it brings a sense of peace with nature and oneness with yourself....

Hiking has never been so beautiful....

Notepad of wisdom

2006-10-06T02:29:00.000+08:00

The post below is courtesy of Yat.

1. grab the nearest book
*Grabs a notepad*

2. open the book to page 123 and find the fifth sentence.
Er, the notepad has lesser than 123 pages. So how?

3. post the text of the next three sentences on your blog along with these instructions.

nil
nil
nil

4. don't dig for that 'cool' or 'intellectual' book in your closet! i know you were thinking about it! Just pick up whatever is closest.

I didn't knew a notepad was intellectual..honest!

5. tag three people
I ain't tagging anyone. What are you gonna do? Sue me? Hah!

With this post I part a word of wisdom: - Remember, an empty canvas (in this case notepad) remains empty until written upon....

Beauty which I fail to grasp..

2006-10-04T13:17:00.000+08:00

For some unknown force, I was glued watching The Swan two hour special recently. My fascination? Seeing women after women going under the knife to emerge as an *ahem* swan. Thus trancelike I attached myself to my seat watching the horror that they endured all in the name of beauty.

After their transformation, they then compete aka pageant like style to see who arise to become the ultimate swan.

....

Please!

Some of these women in my humble opinion don't even need plastic surgery. What they do need is a makeover in the self esteem department.

The irony of it is the superficiality of the whole show. For example, contestant 1, married returns to her husband. She is happy, more confident, and (now) extremely gorgeous. Her husband is overjoyed seeing his wife who is (now) extremely gorgeous. She exclaims that their marriage has become better, they communicate more..you get the drift..

!!!

I watch in puzzlement as to how the whole chapter unfolds and it makes me wonder as to what extent will this last. I just hope that the dose of surgery somewhat zapped some confidence into them. At the end of the day, until one is happy with oneself, only then, can one be contented.

Then there is The Bachelor...

Let's not get me started with The Bachelor...

P/S: I am not saying that plastic surgery is a bad thing. I just don't see it as the solution.

And then there were..

2006-10-02T13:07:00.000+08:00

As I was walking to my mum's office on Friday a man approached me. Automatically, I clutched my bag tighter.

He then said, "You have beautiful legs"

O_o

I proceeded to quicken my pace.

He then quicken his pace to meet my pace and asked, "Malay or Chinese?"

"Chinese"

I proceeded to rapidly quicken my pace with the thought of "serial rapist killer" in my mind before bolting into the office building which thankfully was just around the corner.

There are indeed very, very strange people in this small planet we call mother earth.

Gymified...

2006-09-29T00:49:00.002+08:00

I normally hate exercising and thanks to a high metabolism rate, I need not work out.

Thus it came as a surprise when I spent the weekend visiting a gym, all thanks to a darling friend of mine who recommended JM and me. We were ushered into this wonderful waiting room which had the most uber comfortable sofas ever. As I was about to get into a cosy position a man came and greet us cordially. He then proceeded to ask the most stupidest question ever.

"So why are you here?"

Like hello?

Answer in my head, "For the pancakes"

However since honesty (or sarcasm in this case) is not always the best policy I glanced at JM and she at me both with a huge questionmark on the top of our heads, where the halos should have been. (Strange, I thought people visit a gym for the juicebars, I swear).

Mr. Pompous Prick then asked us whether we exercised and what we would like to work on. As JM prattled on the various sports she played and what she would like to work about, I got myself into a comfortable position and proceeded to be bored. The idea of taking out the book from my bag barraged me but I guess that might have been a wee bit too rude. So I smiled. Wanly. With a tortured look on my face.

Mr. PP (that is short for Pompous Prick in case you didn't notice) then glanced at me in the most prissy-like manner and asked what would I like to work out. I shrugged and told him frankly I had no idea. He then exasperatedly asked me whether I work out. I smiled as sweetly as I could mustered and told him nil whatsoever. He had the horror-of-horrors look.

He then brought us on a tour of the gym. I have to say I was impressed. Even a lazy fart as me felt like working out when I saw the gym. And the pool. And the jacuzzi. When he told us about the dance classes I was in seventh heaven. My bubble soon broke when he brought us for a blood pressure and BMI reading. He gave me the most uber smug bitch look.

JM face changed to the shade of purple when she was told she was obese. Even I was surprise as JM so do not look obese. Unless obesity is the new skinny. When it came to my turn, my body fat was of normal purportions.

Hah!

And to think I did not snap a picture of Mr. PP face turning green.

Answer in mah head, "Honey, not all of us have high meta rate you know.."

But, then some things should remain close in the closet. Or head in this case.

X-Ray

2006-09-25T20:45:00.000+08:00

Recently I went for a medical checkup. Upon telling W about it, he asked if I was dying from some terminal illness.

....

-_-'

Anyways, as sakai as this may sound, I went for my first X-Ray scan. And now, I have a morbid facination on the wonderful view of mah bones. I was surprise to find nothing.

As a kid I had always been told by my mother that all the chewing gum I swallowed would somewhat leech onto my lungs and stay there permanently. Thus I was looking ~~forward~~ anxiously to find weird things via X-Ray. ~~Like the 10 cent coin I swallowed as a five-year-old kid~~.

Nada. Oh well..

Voices in mah head..

2006-09-22T14:50:00.000+08:00

Update: At the end, I decided not to go like the good girl I am. Heh.

BAH! Too tired. Stay at homela...
Must go! It has been a month since I last went out like that...>.<
But,I have been sick wei...*Sniff Sniff*
But you don't get IL's friends from (insert country) to come down often what..
Yeah but...
No buts
*Whines* I'm tired. And sleepy...=(
Yeah, but tomorrow is Saturday..can sleep in..=)
But, shouldn't I be resting at home because I'm sick?
If you don't go, J won't go and IL would be left alone.
Fine, fine..we go..but if I fall sick, it will be your fault..
You mean our fault...
......
Wait, aren't we like, sick to begin with?
-_-'

I need help...

SOBS

2006-09-19T18:35:00.000+08:00

You know you're done for when...

1) The loose pants you bought two years back fits you snugly. I mean snugly.

2) The cute capri you love can't seem to fit you, unless you are prepared not to breath.

3) The weighing machine starts to look like a menace

4) The scales shows you hit the big 5-0.

=(

I got nothing more to say...

Rat Attack

2006-09-17T01:40:00.000+08:00

Today I bumped into a rat while I was closing the gate. It had a chunk of (refrains from imagining) meat in its mouth. It stared at me. I stared back. It then proceed to scurry towards me.

I had two option. One was to try and stomp on it. I chose option number two, and that was to scream. Sheirking my level best, the rat, startled, hopped and pranced in the other direction.

My dad, brother and sister had their entertainment as daddy reversed from the garaged.

These sadistic beings, labelled family watch with glee as I did the most horrible jig ever in the name of the rat. And throughout it all, the goddamn meat never leaving the greedy bugger's mouth.

I wished that my dad's car squashed it. *Splat*

Later on...

Dad: You should have stomped on it
Me: O_o
Dad: Then it would have died
Me: (Inwardly: ewww...)
Dad: Now it got away. Wasted

P/S: And people ask why I hate hamsters...*Sheesh*

The Blind Bat

2006-09-11T13:40:00.000+08:00

As I type this, I am *this close* to kissing the computer monitor. As I type this, I realize that my sister, is, say, as clumsy as a tipsy elephant. In the semi blind state of a bat, do I now view the world, thanks to my lovely sister.

Yesterday, come rain, come storm, my sister, the elephant, broke my glasses. Yes, my Guess glasses.

*Prak*

View 1 of what the elephant-ay did

Thank god they are rimless and all is not lost as they are being repaired now.

View 2 of what the elephant-ay did

You know what irony is? Irony is, when you are at a mall filled with hunks but you, the blind bat, have to squint to make out whether they are indeed gorgeous or hideous.

Hmm...That's strange...I never knew my computer smelled like Ribena before....

Mindless Chat

2006-09-10T21:31:00.000+08:00

La crème de la crème

2006-09-08T12:13:00.000+08:00

In this world where materialistic goods somewhat defines a person, advertising moulds our perception of a brand. Thus branding plays a major role not only as to how we view a product but how we form an emotional bond with it.

Due to this, advertisers should realize that the consumers are not stupid. They do (if the very least) have some neurons in their head. Unfortunately, some advertisers, fail to understand this for incomprehensible reasons.

It my utmost displeasure of introducing to you the “advertisement of the year” which has been appearing on our local newspapers...

every
single
day

This advertisement has somewhat made consumers like me feel like a vegetative dung beetle incapable of any form of reasoning whatsoever.

As a consumer, I feel that, if I was given the option of choosing either: -

watching the tele while cramming myself with truckfull of ice cream
watching tele while performing some household chore (i.e. folding cloths, ironing, sewing, etc.)

I would pick 1. Definitely.

Any person save a one in a state of a vegetative dung beetle would pick 2. Either that or the consumer just hates ice cream (or is on an extreme diet of sort).

As a consumer, I am irked that I have been regarded as a vegetative dung beetle and must be told in a form of an advert that most people prefer la crème de la crème as compared to say, folding cloths. In my humble opinion, common sense would enable me to make that deduction.

Lastly, there are various advertisements on various channels, be it on the radio, newspaper, or television that simply defies smart consumers and throws all form of brain activity out of the window.

This post, is brought to you by a somewhat dumbfound (no, I don’t mean it that way) consumer.

Big Bird in Ipoh

2006-09-06T17:33:00.000+08:00

dAmaRi$ says:ipoh aint small
Sloth says:u have the big bird in ipoh
Sloth says:the statue..?
dAmaRi$ says:huh???
dAmaRi$ says:O.o
Sloth says:u kno the bird...
Sloth says:the umm eagle or sumthing...
dAmaRi$ says:errr....
dAmaRi$ says:i have no idea sloth
Sloth says:its a big ass statue...
dAmaRi$ says:err...
dAmaRi$ says:ok...
Sloth says:u can stand on it...
dAmaRi$ says:big bird statue it is
dAmaRi$ says:hehehe
dAmaRi$ says:u sure u got the state right?
Sloth says:ppl take pictures there
Sloth says:of course laaaa
dAmaRi$ says:err...
Sloth says:its a bird of sum sort..wif the wings out...
Sloth says:in ipoh?
Sloth says:ohh flag it
dAmaRi$ says:gawd sloth...
dAmaRi$ says:did u know...
dAmaRi$ says:how spastic u just sound
dAmaRi$ says:hahahaha
Sloth says:lol..i dooo
Sloth says:coz i m tryin to make u understand bodohness
Sloth says:maybe the bird`s flown away
dAmaRi$ says:O.o

A few minutes later...

dAmaRi$ says:oi idiot!!
dAmaRi$ says:my sister said its in langkawi
dAmaRi$ says:HAHAHAHA
dAmaRi$ says:BODOHNESS!
dAmaRi$ says:*laughs and laughs*

P/S: Sloth is an Australian. Please forgive his rather ~~spastic~~ limited use of the Bahasa Melayu language.
P/P/S: Looking back at the weirdass conversation we have, reminds me of a big bird statue in Cyberjaya..Hmm...With wings thou shall fly?

You're I'm Beautiful

2006-09-03T13:01:00.000+08:00

No comments..=)

Merdeka Day, Bulldog, and Miscommunication

2006-08-31T18:27:00.000+08:00

I just got up. My hair smells of smoke and I want to have a bath. I hate the smell of smoke. The smell of Pantene mixed with smoke is worse. It smells sickly sweet.

The day before Merdeka was spent with a friend in dire need to shop for clothes. I mean SHOP. Now I love shopping. But I do not love it when I woke up at 5.30am the day before AND consumed several mugs of coffee.

It's worse when you are freaking tired WHILE you teman your friend to shop AND you have to attend a party on the same night. Thus I was the grouchy companion. The sulky one in the corner, harbouring malicious thoughts that someone would die of food poisoning (So sorry Lizzie for my bitchy demeanour).

We had a wonderful lunch though. To be honest, I wasn't feeling so good before Liz came and pick me up. Once I arrived at the mall, I discovered why. It was my time of the month. What an apt time to come. Poor Liz. She had to endured my snide comments on everything. I mean EVERYTHING.

By the time I arrived home, I was on the brink of K.O-ness. But nOoooo, I had a party to attend so I had to rush to get change for the long night ahead. *Sigh* I could not FFK this time round. After changing J came and picked me up two hours later. Blame Merdeka celebrations massive jam. While rushing to Bulldog, IJ called asking where we were. We rushed to Bulldog and entered in to meet IJ. IJ was not there. In fact IJ was at her place waiting for us to come.

Basically it was a miscomunnication. We were suppose to adjourn to Bulldog after makaning at her place. Instead J and me went straight to Bulldog. Forget adjourning will ya, why not rush a step ahead? So pai seh going in Bulldog, only to walk straight OUT!

So we rushed to IJ's place, grabbed a pizza and a glass of wine, rushed out to meet JV and rushed to Bulldog again. What an amount of rushing. Anyway, am glad I didn't FFK anyone. Bulldog was good. I mean good. Celebrating Merdeka has never been better.

HAPPY MERDEKA DAY PEOPLE!

Dumb Bell

2006-08-29T16:01:00.000+08:00

This is too stupid not to blog about.

Today I did something so dumb. I am still wondering the retardness of the whole situation.

I have a very inactive hi5 account. To be honest, it can be three months before I log on out of boredom. Today was one of those boring days so without further ado, I, the "great" Dee, log on and went straight to my inbox.

To which I note, I recieved a message from B, stating he would be back from OZ. I replied and click 'sent'. Guess what is the best part about this whole thing?

The message was addressed back in 2005.

Yes my friends, I replied him a year later.

Someone pass me a shovel please. I. Just. Want. To. Die. Of. Embarrassment.

Ipoh - Glorious food and memories

2006-08-28T20:05:00.000+08:00

Question: What happens when you put a Ipoh lass back in Ipoh?

Answer: You get a whole load of food poisoning.

This weekend, I paid my hometown a visit and claim the retribution for one of the seven deadly sins, gluttony. The sight of a char siew pau now makes me go green in the face.

Ipoh, my friend, is not the place to head, if you're trying to watch your weight if you know what I mean.

The amount of char siew I ate...oh gawd!

*AHEM*

Moving on...

I aquired an admirer of sort in Ipoh. His name is Benjamin.

Ain't he cute? Look at his angelic face. A hyperactive kid who has the pent up energy of an energizer bunny.

*refrains from rambling on about Benje*

I also had the pleasure of meeting my childhood friend, Soni in Ipoh. We are both located in KL but we like, fail to meet up everytime due to er, unforseen circumstances? It was great seeing her again as well as all the aunties at the church.They have known me since I was a newborn baby.

Aunty M got me and Soni in a fits of laughter as she regall the various nonsense we use to do as kids. Can you believe it that when I was a kid, I locked myself up in the toilet at the church playing with the soap suds in the bathtub while my mother and Anuty M frantically tried to retrieve me as the sermon went on?

Or how about Soni, S and me playing pregnant woman, stuffing blankets walking around and telling everyone we were pregnant? Did I mention that S is a guy? -_-'

I was thinking of putting up a picture taken in Ipoh but decided against it because I turned out looking FAT! It's the char siews I tell you....*Sniff*

Tesco buns

2006-08-23T00:01:00.000+08:00

Was trying to pujuk my dad to go visit the Tesco at the Curve today. Failed miserably as he's now Carrefour No. 1 supporter.

Which brought about the subject of Bristol and the Tesco days we had there. I spent a small part of my childhood in Bristol and if there is one thing that I can remember about that place, it's Tesco.

Why is the memory of Tesco so etched in my mind?

Maybe it was because...of a small incident that took place, when I was a wee kid...

Whenever we went to Tesco, I would explore with my dad's watchful eye. There was this one time I saw a trayful of croissants and other buns being displayed on the table. Greedily, I reached out and bit one of the croissant. Now, I never knew how rubber tasted like. Not only did I discover the truth at that moment but my razor sharp teeth managed to leave their 'C' mark on the fake rubber bun. It was the most HORRIBLE crossaint I had ever tasted. Was I devastated? No, I was furious.

Imagine a four year old kid, telling off a Tesco guy.

"Why are those buns fake?"

"Because they are on display..."

"But they are fake!!! I bit one of them!!!"

That was what I did.

Was the Tesco guy mad? No, he was amused. TOO amused. Eventually he went away and came back grinning away with a croissant in his hand. A real croissant. FOC.

Moral of the story? Sometime it takes a fake thing to produce results?Hehehe...

Too much turpentine

2006-08-22T17:35:00.000+08:00

My diary for this week.

Saturday - The Curve
Sunday - Recuperate
Monday - Bangsar Shopping Village
Tuesday - Midvalley
Wednesday - *** and 1 Utama
Thursday - KLCC
Friday - Recuperate
Saturday - The Curve
Sunday - IL's birthday.

Anyways, since I'm seriously having a freaking headache now thanks to all the rennovation and paint (yeah, I'm somewhat sensitive to the turpentine smell) at Jusco, I ain't going to blog anything. Below are various pictures. Enjoy.

Now it would not be complete without pictures of glorious food so....

You can bet they taste as delicious as they look. Damn, I'm hungry again. Okay moving on to the next list of pictures...

Alright then. I'm done. Tada! What a pointless post. But I hope, that you are feeling as hungry as I am feeling right now...

Oh, the irony!

2006-08-18T22:01:00.000+08:00

“Wah, nice phone,” I said admiringly.

“When you got it?”

“I snagged it,” D proudly claimed.

“You snagged it??!”

“Finders keeper wat…,” he said, abeit defensively.

We were having mamak when I noticed D’s phone. He got it FOC at another mamak place when some unfortunate soul left it.

*Rewinds back two years*

I was in Ipoh for an event. While in the changing room, I stumbled on a new camera phone from Samsung. It was silver. It was beautiful. I stared at the phone. I looked around. No one was there.

Common Damaris. New phone what. Take only…
Cannot, cannot. Guilty. Stealing is wrong! How can I sleep liddat?
But it’s a camera phone.
Someone is probably going bonkers wondering where her phone is.
But it’s the latest model wei…

In the end, I went about searching for the owner of the phone and returned it. Before you say I am a saint, I am not. It’s just that I can never bring myself to take what is not mine. I know for a fact, if I tried, I would reap the consequence of a wonderful guilt trip. Peace (to me) is more important that material goods.

That being said, when I arrived back in Kuala Lumpur, I found that my mobile was missing/stolen.

*Spoof*

This is what we call irony, friends.

*Rewinds back to the present*

“I hope someone snag your phone next time,” I said

“…”

Cholesterol heaven

2006-08-17T12:52:00.000+08:00

What happens when you put a girl with loads and loads of chocolate in the same house?

You get a sugar induced being.
You run the risk of loosing your treasure trove of cholesterol heaven
You produce an insomnia creature of the night
You hear a lot of jabberings

If you pick all of the above, congratulations you got it right. I am trying my level best to cut down on chocolates. This attempt however, has so far been futile. Thanks to the 'wonderful' support from my siblings, I am failing at ever corner. John decided that it would be great to bake a chocolate cake yesterday.

frigging

2.00am

*sigh*

Naturally I helped. Not only in the cooking, but literally in licking the batter clean. For a clearer picture, think Mc Dee’s chocolate sundae coating. Think one pot [the wicked boy baked more than enough icing. How to resist liddat? =( ].

Then, I opened the fridge. Baby’s horde of chocolate stared at me seductively. I stared back and proceeded to happily caress her Turkish Delight, delightfully. After a couple of pieces I proceeded to put back the Delights in the fridge, trading it for dark chocolate. By 3am the amount of chocolate I munched was enough to cause a heart attack to a walrus.

*sigh*

Not to mention, I went on a sugar high telling lame ass jokes giggling as my brother made snide comments, which I happily ignored.

*sigh*

I think I need to cut down on the chocolates. Now, if only I can bring myself to toss out the *sniff* chocolates from the fridge…

Emo Rant Pt. 1

2006-08-14T12:34:00.000+08:00

Warning: Below is an emo post. Suggestion? Ignore it. Sorry, haven't been myself lately. Will come back to chirpy self soon. Give it a day or two..Till then...

She sits there numb, sad and lost. The clock ticks....

*Tick tick tick*

She glance around. It is too quiet. She puts on Barry White. At least somewhat, the music would soothe her mind, which is in turmoil. She is not herself. She hasn't been for the past few days. She glance at the darkness and feels one with it, embracing and warping with the shadow plays against the wall. She cannot sleep. She wishes...

She thinks about them. She wishes...

Why did he seek to pursue it? Why did he seek to cross the border? Did he enjoy complicating matters? Did he not realise that she regard her as one of her closest friends and would never do anything to hurt her friend? Did he think that she would choose a relationship over a friendship? Did he think that she saw him the same way that he saw her? She would rather give up a relationship for any of her friends. That was how much her friends meant to her...

She didn't...

She couldn't..

Why did he not understand? Then there was the other one...

She was not who they think she was.

How could you like someone, when you dont know them? She wonder to herself...

She wish....

She wanted...

She just wanted some peace of mind...

And maybe, peace from the scars within...

Point of Retardness

2006-08-11T12:16:00.000+08:00

I opened my mailbox today. Received a stupidfying email by CP. Just reading it made me feel like a retard. For your information, I hate to receive stupid forwarded messages stating that your mum/dad/bro/sis/dog/etc would die if the message hasn't been forwarded in the next five minutes. It really irks me.

So, it is my utmost pleasure of presenting "A retards point of view as to when a guy likes you". As you will see, the words in red are my afterthoughts. Oh and please forward this. Otherwise your pet monkey would starve to death on a tree and never find (add sexual preferences here) soulmate. Let's begin shall we...

When a guy is quite and alone, he is thinking how good you are...

(OR, he could just have had a screwball day at work, and just wants to unwind)

When a guy is lying on his bed, he is thinking deeply why he loves you...

(Hah!Have you ever thought that the poor dude could just be t-i-r-e-d??)

When a guy looks into your eyes, he wants to tell you how much he loves you and how important you are...

(~~Or what a mess you made of your mascara~~.)

When a GUY answers, "I'm Fine", he is not and feels hurts

(From past experience, I can vouch that MOST guys are straightforward. The "I'm Fine" should be attention to the other gender)

When a GUY keep asking you the same question, he is wondering why you are lying.

(Or he's just an idiot with memory relapse)

When a GUY hugs you while sleeping, he is wishing that you belong to him forever.

(I am soOOOoo not commenting on this one)

When a GUY calls you everyday, he misses you and wants your attention.

(This could be true, or he could just be obsessed with you. Your pick)

When a GUY miss calls you, he misses you and wants to see you.

(Wait. This sounds the same as the one above..)

Seriously, if it's not funny please don't forward it. If it contains a 10 year curse cursing me that I would have a bad love life/sex life/marriage/kids/job why the **** are you forwarding it to me??! *Bangs head*. STUPIDNESS I tell you.

Ending note: Bill Gates won't give you part of his fortune if you forward that stupid darn mail! And no, friendsters/msn/hotmail/gmail/etc is NOT closing down.

FFK Queen

2006-08-10T17:39:00.000+08:00

I was complaining to my mum that my life is so dull.

That was two years ago.

*Rewind to present day*

Today I receive a call from XYZ asking me to come for an interview tomorrow evening. Hehe..

This was followed by a sms from S; I quote, “So is your majesty finally free to meet up tomorrow?” Aiks. Told her I wouldn’t be able to make it Friday thanks to my interview. Need to psych up =). Poor dear. I ffk her a few times and she’s not too happy about it. =( Made me swear I would try to meet on Sunday. Innocently I said, should be no problem until…

IL phoned. IL wants to meet up for drinks this Sunday. O.o Now I’m stuck. I’m freaking close to IL and IL rarely goes out thanks to work. Die.

Then SL messaged me online, asking me, if we are going for the jazz festival this Saturday. No worries…at least until…

Robin msn-ed me, asking whether Saturday I would be free to see Pirates again (Johnny Depp. Hot. Yay!). Haven't seen this darling since May. Feeling guilty, but..Err..

J wants me on Saturday (wait, that sound wrong) -_-'. I err, ffk her yesterday because I overslept (yeah, yeah, I am not proud of it). She wants to shop. O.o

HY then call and gave me a good sounding for always ffk-ing him. He wanted to go out yesterday night for yum cha. I couldn’t make it due to some matters. He then asked if I’m free on Saturday or Sunday. I asked him the definition of free. Hehe..

Conclusion?

Why not ffk everyone and sleep in? =D

HEADACHE MAN!

Grouchily me...yawns

2006-08-08T11:50:00.000+08:00

Dear diary,

I

want

to

die

x100..

Woke up this morning with my mobile ringing.

RIGHT BESIDE MY EAR. Blardy hell...

The caller? Jamie Miranda asking me whether wanna go out today.

In my groggy state of mind, gawd knows what I told her. -_-'

Note to self: - Never leave phone on throughout the night.

Tried to no avail to go back to Lalaland. Failed at every attempt and proceed to sulk grouchily on mah bed. After all, I only slept at 5am thanks to bekalan elektrik terputus(electricity failure) and I had every right to sulk.

*Sigh*

Note to self: - Sulking at my pillow is not fun.

Finally dragged myself out of bed and did my daily rituals.

Called Jamie, yakked for a while. Malasfied want to meet up to day.

Too

dead

to

shop...

Arranged to meet tomorrow.

A moment of uncertainty

2006-08-07T14:00:00.000+08:00

Update: Recieved a reply late at night...Thanks for all the well wishes and for everyone that pushed and shoved me. Let's pray I get it ya??

Update: The call was not made. An sms was sent instead(Damaris, you CHICKEN you!)..*crosses fingers*

She stared at the clock.

It was 11.45am.

*Tick*

Should she call, or should she wait?

*Tick*

Will he say yes, or will he say no?

*Tick*

She tried to imagine the possible replies. She was terrified.

*Tick*

She glanced at the clock again.

It was 12.00pm.

*Tick*

She picked up the phone.

She hung up.

*Tick*

She did not have the courage to make that one phone call....

And it was already 2.oopm.

Gulai Asam Pedas satu!

2006-08-02T12:30:00.000+08:00

I dissected a fish, for the sake of “Gulai Asam Pedas”.

Oh, the trauma!

Try to imagine; Mr. Fish looking at you with his dead pan eyes, lifeless on the chopping board with no form of resistance. For some unknown reason, I felt guilty just staring at the dead fish.

My mum gleefully told me the correct way to cut it. Rather reluctantly I proceeded with caution. Bugger’s head didn’t want to come out much to my frustrations. It just dangled there while the blood oozed out, making wonderful patterns on my shirt. In my head I kept on saying, “I’m so sorry” while hacking away at Mr. Fish.

Then came the gross part. I had to remove all forms of heart, lungs and whatnot.

Not only did I felt squeamish, I wanted to puke. Praise the Lord; I was never in the Science Stream during my school years. Gawd knows what horrors awaits when faced with frogs.

I did manage to make the “Asam Pedas”. After a while, Mr. Fish was beginning to look rather appetizing that all form of repentance into vegetarianism vanquish with a slurp of the wonderful brew.

Moral of the story: Always get the fish monger to do it for you.

Incoherent Ramblings Pt. 1

2006-07-31T13:24:00.000+08:00

Thanks to Ching Ching’s post accompanied with glorious photos of food haven, I was determine to try Delicious by Ms. Read in Bangsar Village. Blardy place was packed.

*sniff*

We had to make do with Outback. Bah!

On a different note, Becca bought me a stress ball. As you can see it’s pink.

Hehe..my favorite color.

Oh yeah, Lizzie gave me an angel brooch. I think she secretly believes I’m one (an angel not a brooch ok?).

*Muahahaha*

Is it me or is this the most stupidest-doesn’t-make-sense-post ever?

-_-'

Jerry McGuire MY version

2006-07-25T14:09:00.000+08:00

Was talking to Liz. To be honest, I am not sure where this sakai is from. She hasn't seen Jerry McGuire.

Ever.

Thus it was utmost pleasure for me to inform her that Jerry and his woman dies in a plane crash. And the woman's son goes crazy due to despair. As I type this, poor Liz is watching closely for the utmost gloom to befall.

I am so please with myself.

Chips within the mask of perfection...

2006-07-24T00:28:00.000+08:00

Update: Liz just sent me the crazy frog song. The song was convienently deleted by John some time back because he hates the tune. Just the thought of driving John up the wall with the song makes me love it already. Can't wait to blast it in full volume. Tee hee!!

Anyone perfect must be lying, anything easy has its cost
Anyone plain can be lovely, anyone loved can be lost
What if I lost my direction?
What if I lost sense of time?
What if I nursed this infection?
Maybe the worst is behind...

Barenaked Ladies

I'm tired and I can't sleep. Too much on my mind...=P

Question of the day :- Are women some sort of conquest for guys?

Below is an excerpt of a conversation a few days ago...

dAmaRi$ says: are guys all so horny?
m says: hmm...well, for guys a girl is like a conquest
m says: so screwing a girl makes them feel like a victor
dAmaRi$ says: wow...they must be very victorious then...

Note: A friend of mine told me that all men are shitbags (this coming from a man himself). Any comments?

"And then there was ants"

2006-07-18T15:42:00.000+08:00

I got tagged by Merv. I either had the option of doing this or putting up the stupid conversation with Liz. I chose the latter.....

10 YEARS AGO I WAS :

finding it amusing playing with floodwater...

5 YEARS AGO I WAS :

finding it amusing playing with rainwater....

1 YEAR AGO I WAS :

finding it amusing burning ants?

YESTERDAY I WAS :

Watching Prison Break. I know this is going waaay out of the topic but.....

WENTWORTH MILLER IS HAAAAWT.

Okay, back to topic....

5 MOST RECENT SONGS I LISTENED TO :

The Calling: Our Lives
Our Lady Peace:Life
Lifehouse: You and Me
Dishwalla: Angels and Devils
The Who: Behind Blue Eyes

5 SONGS I KNOW ALL THE WORDS TO :

Negaraku.
Negaraku.
Negaraku.
Negaraku.
Negaraku.

Ain’t I patriotic?

IDEAL PLACES FOR RUNNING AWAY TO :

My backyard jungle. Wakakakaka……

5 THINGS I REALLY WANT :

I only want one thing. *Smiles*

5 THINGS I SHOULD BE DOING RIGHT NOW :

Err…guilt does not besiege those contemplating the future? *giggles*

5 BIGGEST JOYS IN MY LIFE :

My family
My friends
My dog
Food
Burning ants?

5 PEOPLE I TAG:

Adrian
Andrew
Benny
Lynn
Yat

Chicken Run

2006-07-15T01:02:00.000+08:00

Mayhem Productions Inc says: allo?
dAmaRi$ says: yo mayhem!

dAmaRi$ says: how ya doing dawg?
Mayhem Productions Inc says: allo
dAmaRi$ says: damn...i cant pull tat off
dAmaRi$ says: hehehe
dAmaRi$ says: how are u???
Mayhem Productions Inc says: creating mayhem
Mayhem Productions Inc says: lol
Mayhem Productions Inc says: u need to be black
dAmaRi$ says: yeah
dAmaRi$ says: i figured it out
dAmaRi$ says: it sounded so....wrong
dAmaRi$ says: coming out from me tat is
Mayhem Productions Inc says: lol
dAmaRi$ says: and wat is mr mayhem doing now?
Mayhem Productions Inc says: well
Mayhem Productions Inc says: last time i murdered day old chicks
dAmaRi$ says: O_o
Mayhem Productions Inc says: now i am a lil idle and itching to kill something
dAmaRi$ says: O_______________________o
Mayhem Productions Inc says: it was an accident
Mayhem Productions Inc says: killed 100 of them
dAmaRi$ says: for?????
dAmaRi$ says: poor old chickens
dAmaRi$ says: why?
dAmaRi$ says: what did they do to u??
Mayhem Productions Inc says: it was an accident
Mayhem Productions Inc says: i had 3000 of them in my truck
Mayhem Productions Inc says: in 30 boxes
Mayhem Productions Inc says: one box fell
Mayhem Productions Inc says: and some bugger ran over it
dAmaRi$ says: yeah right
dAmaRi$ says: u big fat liar
Mayhem Productions Inc says: i am serious
Mayhem Productions Inc says: i reached the farm with 2900
dAmaRi$ says: ur a farmer??
dAmaRi$ says: or a butcher???
dAmaRi$ says: O_o
Mayhem Productions Inc says: I multi task
Mayhem Productions Inc says: is that good enough
dAmaRi$ says: congratulations!
Mayhem Productions Inc says:thank u
dAmaRi$ says: so other than butchering chicken
dAmaRi$ says: what else do u do mr farmer?
Mayhem Productions Inc says: well
Mayhem Productions Inc says: I drive for fun
Mayhem Productions Inc says: do a bit of writing
Mayhem Productions Inc says: and i enjoy my cold mornings a lot
Mayhem Productions Inc says: i do shoot to
Mayhem Productions Inc says: at live targets
dAmaRi$ says: somehow mayhem
dAmaRi$ says: I DON'T BLV U!!
dAmaRi$ says: D told me tat day that all u have been feeding me was bullshit
Mayhem Productions Inc says: I am mayhem
dAmaRi$ says: yeah and i am batman

Later on...

dAmaRi$ says: man i will come down to africa and visit u one of these days
dAmaRi$ says: as well as K
dAmaRi$ says: and if ur bsing me
dAmaRi$ says: gawd u had it

Later on...

dAmaRi$ says: do u feel sorry when u kill the chickens?
Mayhem Productions Inc says: some things die hard
Mayhem Productions Inc says: i nearly felt sorry
Mayhem Productions Inc says: but i didnt
Mayhem Productions Inc says: i felt confused
Mayhem Productions Inc says: and responsible
dAmaRi$ says: man...
Mayhem Productions Inc says: all time day old chick killer
dAmaRi$ says: in ur entire life
dAmaRi$ says: how many chickens have u killed?
Mayhem Productions Inc says: lost count
Mayhem Productions Inc says: but if they are to come at me some day
Mayhem Productions Inc says: boy.....
Mayhem Productions Inc says: i will be dead
dAmaRi$ says: O_o
dAmaRi$ says: poor poor chickens
Mayhem Productions Inc says: not only chickens
Mayhem Productions Inc says: cows
Mayhem Productions Inc says: man
Mayhem Productions Inc says: i am a killer
dAmaRi$ says: U KILL COWS TOO???
Mayhem Productions Inc says: well
dAmaRi$ says: but then they cannot run as a chicken
Mayhem Productions Inc says: yeah....
Mayhem Productions Inc says: nothing escapes me
Mayhem Productions Inc says: besides
Mayhem Productions Inc says: a gun works wonders
dAmaRi$ says: O_o

Fullfilling weekend

2006-07-11T14:18:00.000+08:00

Been a rather tiring but fullfilling weekend. On Saturday headed to I's place for a party. As always, the food was great.Met some great people, caught up with some wonderful people and saw a weird man. Let's just say he really amused me. How he amused me, I won't tell. Suffice to say he had me to the brink of laughter with his wonderful illusions.

When J and I was alone, we were laughing our hearts out at Mr. Weird Man (let's call him WM) illusions. WM is indeed a very happy person. Anyways, by the time I arrived home it was 2am and found my dearest mother was up. Thus, I ended up happily chatting with her till 3am.

And no, I failed to get some good shut eye. Sunday soon arrive and I was really tired. Tried to take a nap unsuccessfully.

Later on, messaged Adrian to see where he would be heading that night for the World Cup. Since he was going to some Padang Mamak, failed to see this guy with the konon-macho-tattoo-from-a-bubble-gum-wrapper as the rest planned to head to The Curve to experience the wonders of football. By the time D picked me up I wished I had taken the nap I so desperately needed.

Arrived at The Curve at about 10.30pm. That was like, 3 hours plus before the match. Went to this place called The Laundry and D managed to get us good seats. Damn the sofa was comfy *yawns*. Soon before I knew it, his other friends arrive.

You know, 3 hours might seem like a long time, but with these people, the hours past real fast. I mean, reaaaal fast. Rather nice bunch as J and I soon found out.

Either that, or I had arrive at Happyville after downing various concoctions. Yes, I was happy, if not imbalanced.

As I was tired, happy and high at the same time, brain failed to function in the right form and when Z was teaching me this new game, I stared at her like a bimbo, smiling happily trying my level best but unsucceeding in comprehending the rules. However once enlightenment dawn, I got J downing various level of entities.

Match soon arrived and I watched it with an out of body experience. The guys were tense. When S asked me whom I support, I told him I was rooting for Italy. Save for T, the rest of the manly man were rooting for France. I studied with interest as how football can change a person. D and S were soon puffing tensely in total concentration as Zidane headbutted Materazzi (note: WHY?).

The match was soon over. Italy won, leaving the guys dejected. Since I'm no football fanatic, I fail to comprehend the feeling. But, if I supported France and lost, I too, would be dejected not because I am mad about football, but because I HATE to loose. Anyways, went out for breakfast with J and D (note: hey, watcha know JD!Haha!) and arrived home at 7am in the morning just on time to greet my sister who was heading out for school.

Thus today, I cancelled meeting up with my cousin who is back from OZ, because I'm just too tired. Yes, I know I'm rambling, but then I'm not thinking straight as I'm writing this. Damn, I felt so exhausted but happily fullfilled spending time with wonderful people, doing the silliest of things, and just sitting back, relaxing and sipping a beer (figuratively speaking).

Klutz Point of Referral

2006-07-07T15:36:00.000+08:00

There are times when I am a total klutz....

Two years ago, I was doing my internship in Company Y. Now, when it comes to Malaysian celebrities I totally suck. I could be standing next to revered local artiste, not knowing he acted in some fabulous sitcom. There was this rather cute guy from Company Y but from another department. I thought he was a singer because I saw him singing on stage with Ning Baizura.

Thus I told two of my collegemates (who were also interns there), R and Z, that there was this cute-singer-whom-I-don't-know-the-name working in Company Y. The two of them automatically wanted to find out who it was but it was not easy as the three of us worked in different departments.

Until one day.

The singer was driving back and the three of us was walking out of the guardhouse. When I saw him, I shouted, "OMIGAWD!!!That is him!!That is the cute singer I told you guys about!!!" while hopping excitedly around. When I said shout, I mean yell.

My friends, R and Z, startled, stared at me with mouth gawking. They then burst into laughters. It suddenly dawn to me what I actually did. I had an audience, the guards, some worker and pratically everyone who was within the vicinity of the guardhouse. My face turn a whole new shade of red and I wanted the earth to swallow me up. The guards? They were grinning away at their 'live' reality show.

As for my internship, it went very smoothly, thank you very much. Z later on told me that the cute-singer-whom-I-don't-know-the-name was actually the host that she kept on gushing about. Trust Z to know the entire list of celebrities in Malaysia. But what happen in the guardhouse would always be a point of referral for Z and R's jokes.

P/S: No, I wasn't starstruck. He was cute. Very cute.

Singing in the Rain

2006-07-05T13:05:00.000+08:00

When I was working in Company X, my colleague and I got stranded in the KTM station. It was late; I was tired and it was pouring dogs and cats.

For no reason whatsoever, I decided not to seek shelter but to dance in the rain. Once again, I was carefree, with not a burden in the world. As I laugh and sang (croak) my colleague stared in utter amazement at to what a loony I could be. It was not before long he was joining me singing and laughing away.

Somewhat it was an amazing experience, not caring about the world as the raindrops wash away the fatigue. By the time the train arrived, we were shivering but laughing away. By the time I arrived home, I was sneezing away. By the time I had a mug of hot coffee, I was reaping the consequence of dancing in the rain.

The next day, I was on medical leave. So was my colleague, who also caught a cold. Life is to be lived and enjoyed, what’s one cold or two, when you can break free from the chain of conformation....

hmmm?

Tactics of Folding a Shirt. BAH!

2006-07-03T12:36:00.000+08:00

Bah!

I am so annoyed!

I have been trying to fold the stupid shirt using this easy konon tactic for ten minutes before I gave up yesterday.

And then I tried again today.

It's no use. *Bangs head against the wall*

P/S: The funny this is that every guy I forwarded the video somewhat manage to get the technique in like, 1 or 2 minutes, while my stupid shirt forever comes out like some squashed nasi lemak. *GRRRRR*

Update: It's 8.00pm and I still have yet to learn the fine art of folding a stupid shirt the creative way.

10 Random Facts

2006-06-30T15:20:00.000+08:00

Umpla Umpla Ommp..That bloody line is going on again and again in my head.

*Sigh* Thanks Chocolate Factory.

Decide today I would do something different. I will *tada* reveal ten random facts about myself.

Here goes..

I hate squids because they are ~~squishy~~ ugly.
The scar on my forehead is due to a fall when I was two.
I find burning ants theraputical.
I once cut my hand trying to open a crab.
When my sister was five, I told her she was adopted because she had a belly button.
I love durian. So does my dog.
I got so mad at a boy when I was ten that used UHU on his chair.
I use to hate my name as a kid.
When I was young, I wished that my brother was abducted by the Boogeyman because ~~he used to steal all my hard earn sweets~~ he mutilated my Barbies.
I loath hamsters. They remind me of mices.

All random right...tee hee!

Projek Ahli Sihir Blair...

2006-06-29T00:39:00.000+08:00

I have been sick past these few days. *Sniff sniff*

I finally did it. I watched the Blair Witch Project today.

At night.

I live a place surrounded by trees, where monkeys, squirrels and iguanas are a plenty. Not a good ~~location~~ idea at all to see the movie but I was determine. Two years ago, my friend V, lent me some DVDs. One of them was the BWP, but being the chicken that I am, I chickened (excuse the pun) out.

Thus tonight I went full fledge to see what was the hoo-haa on this low-budgeted film. It was gooOOoood!!I love the way they played with the camera.

Did I freak out like what happen in The Eye?

Nooope...

So I'm thinking, just in case you, uh, know, I won't be going out for any late nights walk. Yeah, I-uh think it's not really a good idea, especially in my location. And I won't want to get lost.....

Especially in my location....

Mishap No. 1

2006-06-25T13:19:00.000+08:00

Margaret Thatcher favourite drink is gin tonic.

...Or so it seems.

Went out with J the other day and to our favourite eatery in Midvalley when ~~a weird~~ an interesting thing happened. As we were eating and talking on a few matters, the manager headed in. I somewhat managed to catch his eye and smiled (he would always pop over for a few seconds chat whenever my family was around).

Seeing that it was one of his regular patron, he came over and talked to us . I thought it would be over in a few seconds, but I was obviously wrong. Next thing I knew, he pulled up a chair and started talking.

Oh boy...

He started with asking us whether we were single (why do they always do that?) and began to tell us that we should find someone who is similar to ourselves as opposites never last long and yadda yadda yadda...you get the drift.

After the lecture that we did NOT need he proceeded to tell us the various patrons of the eatery and how some of them were loaded making big bucks every month.

*Flips hair* Like I cared.

It starts getting weird when he mentioned that there was this dude earning RM8 (get this!!!) MILLION a month who is a parton of the place, and would often chat up with him.

Haha. Yeah right. If I made RM8 MILLON a year, I wouldn't announce it to any stranger. It's like courting for trouble. Beside if someone in Malaysia really did make RM8 million a month he would make RM96 million a year. Why would someone of that status need to stoop down and tell you every tinsy bits that happens in his private life.

As he rambled, J frantically kicked me under the table.

It got to a point of ridiculous when he said that he had serve Margaret Thatcher ~~and various other VVIPS~~ her favourite drink, when he was working elsewhere.

*Sigh*

I might not be the brightest lass around but PLEASE give me some credit ok?

It got worse. It came to a point where I was facinated by his nonsense. I was enthralled as to how much BS could come out from a person. Thus I sat there listening earnestly, until it got to a point of preposterous. I couldn't help it and I had to cover my mouth for fear laughing out loud at all his far fetched tales. I was going to exploded into a fits of laughter but forced myself to say that J and me were rushing out somewhere.

As soon as we were out of the place we scrambled for the elevator and once out of sight we burst into a fits of laughter. My view on the manager has thus changed to one of polite friendliness to lunatic hilarity. And I think, it would be quite some time before I go there again...

*Hmm...remind me to blog on the misadventures that I have been through in the various eateries. It is interesting alright? After all, you can never get bored with waiters, mishaps, and just plain nonsense. Only question I have is WHY DOES IT ALWAYS HAPPENS TO ME???

Daddy Darling...

2006-06-22T10:51:00.000+08:00

Not really in the mood to blog so I’m going to make it short.

Today is my wonderful daddy’s birthday so, from the bottom of my heart: -

HAPPY BIRTHDAY PA!

Thanks for putting up with my nonsense and for being so accomodating.

*Muah*

Cocoa High

2006-06-21T09:54:00.000+08:00

You know, as a kid I used to read Enid Blyton daily. All the teabreaks filled with ginger ale, cocoa, scones, etc always made my mouth water with envy. It's no surprise that one of my all time favourite sodas is ginger ale. And cocoa often bring memoirs of childhood.

So why is it that every time I make a strong mug of cocoa, I end up becoming a hyperactive-insomnia-driven being?

And why do I refuse to believe it's the cocoa?

*Sigh*

Woke up today exhausted. It's been ages since I stayed up for any 'midnight chats'* with John. Not that I mind. It's good to have an opening conversation with your sibling anytime. Plus all the pent up energy needed to go somewhere and I cannot fully take a midnight jog in my area can I?

In other notes, I baked a cake for Father's Day.

Which turned out to be a fudge (DON'T ASK). But then, it's the taste that counts right?

RIGHT??

*Our 'midnight chats' goes from midnight till the wee hours in the morning.

Highschool Life

2006-06-18T12:56:00.000+08:00

"One hundred percent monkey-proof," Mel said triumphantly.

We all gazed at her Tupperware bottle. It did look solid. I rushed out for my duty, leaving the girlfriends behind to discuss the wonderful qualities of the monkey-proof bottle. After confirming that the classes were empty, I headed to the courts, where assembly was.

*Sigh*

Time to hide behind the mask of sterness. Somehow it always works. As my class saw me approach, the rowdy bunch began to quiten down. I smiled inwardly.

I hated assembly. Why did I have to stand up like some security guard while everyone sat their lazy asses down? I looked at Naz. At least she was being an angel today. I scanned and found Mel with Bee, whispering away. It must be about the solid monkey-proff bottle. The headmistress is going on about class cleanliness. I drown her out.

As all the class heads back, we gathered to gossip. Then we part our ways. As May and me headed back to the special room, we laughed about Naz. As soon as we gathered our books from the locker, we sprinted back to our homeroom. PE was commercing in five minutes exact.

Hurriedly we change amidst childish bantering. Af comes in and without guilt, I tarik her tudung. A chase issues out to the field. Af, constantly reminds me that she doesn't know how I managed to fool everyone into where I am. I smile at my best friend.

We were forced to jog today. Not that we mind. After all, Af and me can compete. Again.

After PE we head back to class. The monkeys decided to attack. Again.

Mel shrieks when she discover that here monkey-proof Tupperware has been breached by a -ahem- monkey. I cannot stop laughing. I laugh until I roll on the floor. I am no longer laughing but crying. Af, Bee and May is on the floor too.

Rant One

2006-06-16T12:39:00.000+08:00

Thanks Eva and Liz for everything! Muah, you peps are the best.

These past few days have been tiring. And no, it's not 100% because of football, though I wish it were. Been staying up rather late, hearing a friend's dilemma. Still, wish I could help him more, but, oh well..

In other notes, been feeling rather drained out these past few days. Maybe it's the lack of sleep. Maybe it's the lack of coffee.

Frankly I have no idea what's eating me.

And no Cindy, I am not pregnant.

Lotsa Luv

2006-06-15T13:17:00.000+08:00

No, Friendship Day is not around the corner, but..

In this short journey of mine, I have met people from different walks of life. Only certain individuals have left their footprints. These special people have helped me shape into the person that I am today.

Thus…

To those who have listen to me when I laugh or cried, thank you.

To those who have pulled me out of the gutter more than once, thank you.

To those who supported me in everything I do, thank you.

To those who have guided me when I steered away, thank you.

To those who did not judge me for the idioticy things I have done, thank you.

To those who trusted me with issues unfathomable to others, thank you.

To those who believed in me, thank you.

To those that shine a light in this dull life of mine, thank you.

To those who see more than I see in myself, thank you.

To those who have accepted me without my mask on, thank you.

And last….

To those few that have been constantly by my side, I love you, cherish you, and pray that you have wonderful people surrounding you, as how you have surrounded me.

Neopets...

2006-06-13T17:15:00.000+08:00

dAmaRi$ says: www.neopets.com
bRaMbLe IcEwItCh says: oh no
bRaMbLe IcEwItCh says:not the pet thingy again
mayling says:think mine died
mayling says:forgot my password
dAmaRi$ says:they cant die
mayling says:lol...ok
bRaMbLe IcEwItCh says:am gonna try today

Ten minutes later...

bRaMbLe IcEwItCh says:so which one to choose
bRaMbLe IcEwItCh says:xweetok?
bRaMbLe IcEwItCh says:lupe?
dAmaRi$ says:zafara
bRaMbLe IcEwItCh says:kacheek?
dAmaRi$ says:i love zafaras
dAmaRi$ says:and cybunny

Twenty minutes later...

bRaMbLe IcEwItCh says:oh dam dam u noe i just saw something that reminded me of u
bRaMbLe IcEwItCh says:ehe
bRaMbLe IcEwItCh says:quiggle
bRaMbLe IcEwItCh says:ehehe
dAmaRi$ says:very funny
bRaMbLe IcEwItCh says:hehehe
bRaMbLe IcEwItCh says:wicked
mayling says:hehe

Thirty minutes later

bRaMbLe IcEwItCh says:oh my god
bRaMbLe IcEwItCh says:there are pony's
bRaMbLe IcEwItCh says:i want this one
dAmaRi$ says:its a uni
mayling says:lol
dAmaRi$ says:gawd
bRaMbLe IcEwItCh says:ehhe yay!

World Cup Fever?

2006-06-12T09:53:00.000+08:00

Man, I have been feeling 'wonderful' lately hence the delay in blogging. With a 'wonderful' tummy that seem to rebel to form a 'wonderful' feel of someone pressing a knife from inwards, it is not a 'wonderful' feeling, trust me. Why am I using the word 'wonderful'?

*Shrugs*

Well, the World Cup is finally on. And all the guys I know are pratically glued to the television. I'm still trying to grasp the game. The funny thing was I was never a fan of World Cup, until a friend somewhat got me started. Yes it was a 'he'.

Thus last World Cup saw me sitting in front of the television shouting foul at various referees mumbling what I would do if I got my hands on them. It is addictive yes, but no, I shall not succumb to the game. I shall watch Lost. Or something else.

That is until Portugal comes to play....

Or Germany...

Or Brazil...

But still, I am not a fan of football see. How am I suppose to be when I still am trying to grasp the rules?

*Blinks*

X-Men

2006-06-06T16:37:00.000+08:00

Since I am on vacation now, I have all the time to do whatever I want, whenever I want. On Friday, I managed to catch the X-Men. It was AWESOME! Plot was not as great as the first prequel but still, watching Jean turn into a major psycho bitch was worth it.

I really love the new mutants that were added in. It was interesting to see various mutants with various powers. Other than that, I also love the fact that some folks got killed.

*Spoilers ahead*

One was Proffessor Xavier. When he died due to the psycho bitch, I was damn pissed as he is one of the interesting folks. Man, imagine my joy when Wolverine stabbed Jean!

Second was Scott. Well other than being cute, I have always found him a pain. Didn't really care if he was dead, alive or in limbo.

Third was Iceman and that girl, Rogue. Rogue obviously has some problems. I know she can't touch people but man, with that kind of power (at least in the comics she can 'suck' people powers. Like a parasite!) I would never give it up for anyone.

Fourth. Wolverine. Man he's hot. That is enough reason in itself to watch the movie.

All in all, I do hope that Mystique comes back. I love her. And Metal Man. Jeesh, I can't remember his name.

Will they make another sequel, I wonder?

Food for Thought 1

2006-06-03T14:17:00.000+08:00

I was talking to my brother yesterday about relationships. We were chatting as usual until he asked: -

"Do you think you'll make a good girlfriend?"

The honest answer is no.

I honestly believe that I make a better friend then girlfriend. In fact, at times I do wonder if I make a good friend at all!

Totally 100% Moron

2006-06-01T09:46:00.000+08:00

There are times I wished I own a bazooka. I would then do mankind a favor and shoot every prick. Man, the world would be a better place because of me ^^.

As we headed out from the Concorde carpark, we met with a major asshole. Due to all the hawker stalls and illegal parking, the two way street there was reduced into a one-way lane.

“Kalau takde k’reta, cepat accelerate. Pergi je,” said the Pak Cik Carpark. (Translation: “If there is no cars, faster accelerate. Just go” said the Carpark Uncle).

Following his advice, when the ‘one-way lane’ was clear, J accelerated. What happen next made my blood boil. This gray Waja, coming from the other direction, saw our car and accelerated.

The idiot thought that if he accelerated fast enough he would be able to fly over all obstacles and land on the other side safely. Sadly, his pea brain fail to comprehend that that only happens in the movies in in reality, he would congest the whole road. Thus we came to a standstill.

Now, if there was no car behind us, we could have reverse. But there was a Gen2 right behind us. So we were literally stuck with the jerk glaring at us. ***er doesn’t know that “IF looks could kill” is just a saying. So he continued to glare. Poor sod must have tired his eyes out.

Our guy friend kept on pestering us to honk. Now there are two ways to look at this: -

Honk and the bugger reverse. End of story.
Honk and the bugger calls up friends. They are part of the triad that he is in. Beginning of story.

So we rather not take the risk to see the stars in various different angles. But did our guy friend comprehend this? NoooOOO. Being the macho man that he is he kept on pestering us to honk until someone asked him to shut up. I won’t mention the name of that someone.

As if psychic to our macho guy need, the Gen2 behind us began to honk.

“PoOOooooooNNnnnnnn”

At about that time, a Wira came from the asshole direction. But the Wira, stopped further away to let the imbecile reverse.

The twerp still did not get it.

So, for half an hour we were stuck seeing the face-of-a-man-whose-brain-is-that-of-a-dung-beatle-on-weed. Not handsome some more. If I could I would have advice him to change the frames of his spectacles. The rims were too thick and black is not his color. Anyway, back to story…

We were the “Drama Minggu Ini” for all the uncles in the hawker stalls who watched in interest to what was happening. That was until one of the spectators stood up and told the mindless fool to reverse. Like the wave effect, soon we were having various pakciks coming to our aid and asking that piece of trash to reverse.

He complied, as you can never fight of a group of annoyed uncles. But he did not stop glaring at us. I think he is possessed. That is my only explanation for this garbage bag.

After reversing and letting us through, he wind down his window and glared at J. Being the bimbo that I am, I gave him a sweet smile.

I hope that makes his day as how he made mine.

P/S: I think the brave pakcik should be given a male chivalry award, don’t you?

Contemplation..

2006-05-31T19:56:00.000+08:00

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...

2006-05-29T19:00:00.000+08:00

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!

2006-05-29T10:18:00.000+08:00

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-

2006-05-26T10:32:00.000+08:00

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?

2006-05-25T09:22:00.000+08:00

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....

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.
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.....
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

2006-05-23T19:33:00.000+08:00

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

2006-05-23T19:23:00.002+08:00

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

2006-05-20T13:52:00.000+08:00

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.

2006-05-16T20:58:00.000+08:00

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

2006-05-11T12:56:00.000+08:00

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...

2006-05-10T20:24:00.000+08:00

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..

2006-05-08T17:48:00.000+08:00

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..

2006-05-08T11:26:00.000+08:00

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?

Blankout...

2006-04-30T22:51:00.000+08:00

On Thursday, I looked at my schedule planner to find.....

......

Obviously, I needed a holiday...

A Wipeout Blackout

2006-04-27T10:30:00.000+08:00

It's 10.30am in the morning and if I had a fairy godmother, I would have already wish for a bed with three pillows.

When I arrive home yesterday at 7.00pm, I was greeted by a wonderful sunset.

And a blackout.

My house was the epitome of gloom as I stumbled to find my way up the stairs. Bloody hell. After a day's work, this is what I get! Oh well....

By 7.30pm, the sky began to darken and candles were lit (No, this did not put me in a romantic mood). My house looked like some cult sanctuary from within as there were candles everywhere.

The thought of having my bath in the dark was not appealing, and I had to make do with using candles in the bathroom, to which, my over imaginative mind 'decided' that this was the apt time to playback various horror movies which involved a lot of blood, gore, and spirits ALL in the bathroom.

I started to sing praises but the candles was creating this shadowy effect which did not helped at all. This resulted in one of the quickest baths of my life. After that it was dinner.

We had squid.

I hate squid.

Thus I had my cold KFC and vitagen as the bloodsucking mosquitoes ravishly drank my blood. Oh, the irony!

The electricity finally came back at 11.oopm much to my relief. I headed for my bed, where I totally K.O.

Why is it then, that I am feeling a tad lethargic this morning?

*Sigh*

Winning Streak in a Game of Luck

2006-04-25T17:47:00.000+08:00

The game of Monopoly can always bring out the best or the worst in all of us.

I hate to loose.

And I hate playing this game with my brother who becomes a conniving and calculative shrew.

Recently, my mum bought a new Monopoly set after we lost the old one. Happily I tore open the box and proceeded to set things up for a family tournament. As the game began, Lady Luck somewhat decided to favor my brother, who gleefully showed off the various property he acquired.

I on the other hand, had the fewest property in the whole set.

I proceeded to sulk and rant about how unfair the whole stupid game was.

My mum in a resigned tone told me that it was a mere game. Did that made me happy? NooOOo..

I asked whether we could instead play “Game of Life” to which my sister suggested that we finished the stupid game. As you can see, they were all in it together.

*Sniff*

After a few rounds, I only had twenty-one pounds left and several of my properties were mortgaged off.

<>I was in a foul mood but before we could go any further, the game was put to a halt, as it was dinnertime. Happily I rushed out for dinner. The game was forgotten (naturally) as we were to busy watching “Empire” on the Hallmark Channel afterwards.

This would have worked out entirely different if it was ME winning.

The Junk Box

2006-04-20T20:48:00.000+08:00

I have come to realize two things past these two days: -

1) I have no life
2) I am a television addict

On Tuesday, my television and Astro decoder got fried. This was caused by lighting that struck the electrical socket where the plugs of these two appliances were attached to. The person responsible of disconnecting the sockets from the plugs was too busy chatting on the phone.

Thus I arrive home to find that I had to go without my daily dosage of 'My Lovely Sam-Soon'. This would not be bad if I was not addicted to this Korean drama. But I am. And I had to forgo seeing it.

Naturally I sulked.

After sulking I was left with a sense of emptiness. What am I suppose to do without television? I started reading the Bible. Then it was the computer. It was not before long that I got up and sat myself in front of the telly. Only there was no television. I did this automatically.

I continued sulking. But did anyone pay me attention? NoooOOOOo…

I did the best next thing. I went on MSN and chatted with Ethan (I am proud to say that I got him addicted to 'My Lovely Sam-Soon') and asked him for the synopsis of what happened in the episode. He obliged by telling me the whole story of what happened.

*Sigh* It is now day 3 without my television. The finale of 'My Lovely Sam-Soon' should be today.

*Sniff*

I need a hug.

Of Ghost and Popcorn

2006-04-14T09:45:00.000+08:00

I will never understand the morbid curiosity that mankind have for the other realm. Why do people love to go camping, in the jungle and tell of spook stories? How can you sleep after that?

Quite some time ago, I went out with a close pal of mine. Upon arrival at the cinema, most of the movies were fully sold-out. Our only option was ‘The Eye’. You may take us as morons, but we didn’t know what ‘The Eye’ was about. Dubiously, I ask this friend (she’s Indian) whether going to a cinema to see some Chinese flick would be a good idea as I have no understanding of Chinese language.

But being the adventurous (actually the right word would be bored) people that we were, we ventured into the cinema, equipped with popcorn and coke. Never in my life, could I have made preparations for this movie. While the movie began to screen and the credits role, this ghost suddenly appeared on screen, much to my horror, and my popcorn went spewing and blessing everyone nearest to me.

This was when I realize that the movie was not a great idea at all. Then another ghost appeared, without any warning. That was when I really freaked out. Have you ever hugged someone else’s boyfriend in a cinema, thinking that it was a close girlfriend of yours only to discover his girlfriend laughing her heart out? That is exactly what happened to me. Oh, the embarrassment!

We watched the movie at night and by the time I arrive home, I swear, I was praying to the Almighty to protect this scared soul. I did not sleep that night or the night after. After that it was uneasy sleep throughout the week.

Just this week, TV3 screened ‘The Eye’. I wanted to catch the movie but my instinct told me it was best to let bygones be bygones. Plus, I need all the sleep I can get.

ramblings of a madman

Safari guide my @$$

Ten ways to know if you are a workaholic..

Plaster and fastfood cravings

Vegetarian pretzels

Al Marjan and V-day

Melancholic Tuesday

Make up anyone?

Whatevala..

Intruder within

Burn out

Once a blue moon

Gluttonous New Year's Eve

Mighty Coconut

What The World Needs Now..

Touched by a Stranger..

The fierce dimensions of DK...

Megasales = Megastress

Lunch Commodity

With much love..

Birthday Jitters...

Of ATM Rejects

Luggage Abound!

An encounter of the slithery kind - Part 2

Malaysia's "Wonderful" Transportation Systems

Pick up and mush up

Tiredness and Grumpy-ness

Bestie Lesbie..

Popcorn Mix

Shopping Mania

An encounter of the slithery kind...

Safari-filled 'funness'

An there the idiot stood...

Sleep deprived

Sunset and a sense of belonging...

Notepad of wisdom

Beauty which I fail to grasp..

And then there were..

Gymified...

X-Ray

Voices in mah head..

*SOBS*

Rat Attack

The Blind Bat

Mindless Chat

La crème de la crème

Big Bird in Ipoh

You're I'm Beautiful

Merdeka Day, Bulldog, and Miscommunication

Dumb Bell

Ipoh - Glorious food and memories

Tesco buns

Too much turpentine

Oh, the irony!

Cholesterol heaven

Emo Rant Pt. 1

Point of Retardness

FFK Queen

Grouchily me...*yawns*

A moment of uncertainty

Gulai Asam Pedas satu!

Incoherent Ramblings Pt. 1

Jerry McGuire MY version

Chips within the mask of perfection...

"And then there was ants"

Chicken Run

Fullfilling weekend

Klutz Point of Referral

Singing in the Rain

Tactics of Folding a Shirt. BAH!

10 Random Facts

Projek Ahli Sihir Blair...

Mishap No. 1

Daddy Darling...

Cocoa High

Highschool Life

Rant One

Lotsa Luv

Neopets...

World Cup Fever?

SOBS

Grouchily me...yawns

Sigh