People Really Do This

The funniest thing happened to me yesterday, while I was stuck in the jam along Federal Highway.

This chee bye black Satria Neo tried to jump queue by going on the emergency lane. So I was damn tu lan because look, we are all stuck in the same shit. Why should you be so special as to move to the front of the queue?

And so I steered slightly to the left. Not really on the emergency lane, but hogging enough space to block him. (Smug laugh here)

At the turning into LDP (more commonly known as the Motorola turning), he couldn't stop looking over at me. So I looked back. And he looks back. And I looked back again. And this happened for like the next 500m or something. So I beh tahan (because this dude quite cute la) and mouthed 'What?' to him.

He sticks out his thumb and pinky and waves it next to his face. Then he signals me to wind my passenger side window down. I ignored it. But he couldn't stop harassing me. (Good thing?) So I wound the damned window down and gave him my number.

Then I sped off thinking in the exact words of ha ha ha ha ha ha.

You Cheated!

And I caught you.

No matter how relentless you are, I just keep catching you, don't I? Oh, yes. Be afraid. Be very afraid. And if I could, I would grow me some eyes on the back of my head.

He taught me something today. That mistakes cannot be transfered from one to another. A lesson that came from much affection. He gives me something to look forward to. Even after I've given him the demons residing in my clogged veins. One could not hope for more.


Jane Siberry - Calling All Angels

No This Is Not Dinner Okay!

That's code. For er...

I'm not telling :P

I was planning to diarise something really fun, but as luck would have it (yes, sometimes Lady Luck gets drunk and forgets she hates me), I'm going to show you a deep, revealing post about myself.

Not.

Marriage is like "willingly entering the last legal form of slavery" according to 27 Dresses anyway. Who would've thought my slave was there since the beginning of time? And it took me the longest 5 years of my life to see it.

Dahling, I think you were wrong. And right, at the same time. There was a reason why this didn't happen so many years ago. We had other priorities at that time. And without these past 4 plus years, and the drama we both went through, I probably wouldn't see it in the first place. It was right under my nose all this time.

Do you know something? I can see this happening. I really can. I haven't been happy for a while. I deserve this, don't I? This time, I won't screw up, because he already knows everything there is to know about me. From the very beginning of it.

I hope you're happy for me. And one last thing. About you. You know you can't plan these things right? My advice is to just stick with it until there's really nothing else that can be done. I want you to be happy too, you know.

: )

If You Get It, You're My Hero

Friday, June 26, 2009.
It's on. I'm off again.

Friday, July 3, 2009.
It's on again. I'm off.

Friday, July 10, 2009.
It's on. I'm on too.

Thursday, July 16, 2009.
It's on. I'm off too.

Thursday, July 23, 2009.
It's on. But I'm not off.

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P/S: Alcoholics in office w00t! :D

Thursday Already!

• Nobody gives a shit about Thursdays. Everyone's already looking at Friday and thinking what to do.

• I was tipsy at the mummy-dinner. We had drinks in office. Those alcoholics. I had a reason okay. The Ipoh flyers came out wrong! Very stressed one!

• Free movie today. Darling, when can we get our you-know-what and our you-also-know-what? I cannot wait. I think Jim Brickman's songs would do good too!

• Finally, I genuinely don't care anymore. Up until Monday, without fail, the capital 'I' was lying around so inconspicuously, but still so obviously there. I just realized today, that it's not there anymore! : )

• Sunday will be a blast, you'll see.

Cheerios!

Bali 2009: Kenny's Effing Cold Expression

Rupa-rupanya it is so easy to create an animated gif.

Muahaha...





FYI, he's also quite power la. Despite the cold, he managed to complete doing the whole 12-statue ritual thing while us girls just watched and recorded his facial expression. Too bad this Picasion thing only lets me upload a maximum of 10 photos. I have like 40 photos of his face all scrunched up. Hahaha...

Found My Calling

Guess what my MSN nickname reads!

"Fuck you right back Arthur!"

Fuck you again and again Arthur! Rawr!

Okay, so this is my calling. Two Fridays ago, I joined the OMFGFADC and friends for beer. It was so much fun. But then came the wives, so I guess everyone kind of had to tone down the wild side.

But I swear on my own tombstone, last Friday was freaking awesome blossom okay! This is my calling. I'm sure of it. I am calling it my weekly Vitamin B meetings.

There was this game. They called it the 'Fuck You' Game. You fuck somebody, flip open a card, somebody calls out to either double your fuck or divert your fuck to someone else, then you drink (the card row multiplied by the number of fucks you get), and right before you put your glass down, you have to fuck someone else, failing which you have to drink again.

It isn't as complicated as it sounds. This game of drunken politics is by far, the best and most effective drinking game I've ever played! The OMFGFADC got chewed with 5 mugs in less than an hour. Poor fellow.

Beer, people. Is my calling.

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I did it. I did it. I did it! I've never felt so liberated in my life before! :D

Bali 2009: Going Places Tra-la-la

Bali this year may be the best thing that has happened to me. It taught me one thing. Never frown no matter how glaring the sun is and must definitely shamelessly appear in photos more. Okay, that's two things.


Cabs are quite cheap in Bali, especially when sharing with 4 other people.


I was determined to learn how to surf. But it was a bit boh shiok doing it alone, so I managed to bug someone to do it with me.


Since the beach was quite a distance away, surf shop dude gave us a ride. Three of us on ONE bike. You know how many laws we are breaking if we do this in KL?


Kenny whips out he trusty G10 and proceeds to whoresnap.


Now I know this is hardly proof that I managed to squat for 2 extremely proud seconds, surfing is so much harder than it looks. By the way, the surfboard is quite heavy, so there was a guy hiding behind it to support the weight. Hur hur hur...


Kenny Sia. Yeng. Hou lan yeng.


I needed to get rid of the sand from the cibai, and Kenny just wanted to wash the salt water off. So we asked the guy where we could grab a quick shower. He asked us to follow him. To a tap. He then proceeded to fill a bucket with water. And then he points. And he says. This is shower. O-khay-then. -.- And yes, I know his body effing hot. No need to tell me so many times ok.


There was this dude who wanted to take photos with us. I thought it was quite bizarre. But very flattered la, because with me, there were three other totally hotness girls la.


After a tiring surf lesson, we headed to (I think) the Nusa Dua beach. Sadly, there weren't any topless chicks to ogle at.


Photographer thinks to himself "This dude damn lucky leh". *smirk*


Some guy approached us and asked if we wanted any photos taken.


We said yes. Doh.


I wasn't aware that my feet were in the process of being immortalized. But thank you Kenny, because I love this photo!


Then we went get our (insufficient) supply of shrooms. We entrusted that bottle to Rin here, who, at dinner, asked for a bowl of ice especially to keep the shrooms cold and not icky. We have elected the right guardian of the shroom. Hahaha...


Dinner at Jimbaran. Don't suppose I need to tell you again to not get conned by the lobster, right.


The Ubud market is kind of like the Malaysian equivalent of Central Market.


Jac does a pfft at Kenny. Me in the background going beh.


Spot the pretty girl!





Spa time! Here's where I ride a motorbike for the third time in my life. After that, for some very peculiar reason unbeknown to man, I kind of got hooked.


Best 2 hours of my life! I fell asleep during the lulur.


Huge statue of some scary-faced god of some sort.


We are this close to absorbing all the local people's bad luck.


We sure look happy now. Wait till we dip our lucky feet into the pool of unfortunate water.


There. Absorbing 15% done. 40% done. 75% done. 90% done. 100% completed. We're screwed.


These two trot by and without a care in the world, dipped their feet in too! Silly, silly girls.


It was freaking cold. And not the sitting in air-conditioning for the whole day then take cold shower kind of cold. It was the freezing kind of cold. These people all damn power ok. I am going to google how to make my own gif icon. Then I'm gonna try posting Kenny's reaction to the cold. He was the only one who went and did the whole 12 statues praying thing. Like a ritual of some sort.


View of the sunrise from our rooms. Let me recall a most traumatic event. The previous night, when we arrived at Padangbai, there was a blackout. So we decided to drive out to hunt for food. On the way back, we were so hungry that we stopped at a roadside stall for chicken dog chicken (or so they claim) satay. I think Kenny and I whacked like half of it. Until we decided it wasn't so good and went back to the hotel area to eat. Wasn't any better either. I shat shit juice that night.


Back to the pretty, pretty sunrise (which Rin and I didn't manage to catch because we couldn't be bothered waking up at 5 in the morning).


Breakfast at the hotel was refreshingly, quite decent. I like this photo of us : )


Heading out to the snorkeling site. Silhouette photos tend to look artsy, don't you think?


Jac's legs, my legs. Rin's legs nowhere to be found. I think she's afraid of the water. Hahaha!!


For some reason, I like these two photos because of how the top part of the water frames the underwater shot.


We changed snorkeling spots, and after their kena-sting incident, it was quite tough convincing Rin to go back into the water for the second time.


But we did it anyway. =P


Kenny and I went to 'collect' the girls who went to hide out at the beach where we were washed upshore. While I went back into the water to look for Kenny, the two were content just lazing by the beach.


While I was ridding myself of the cibai masuk pasir trauma, the girls did some underwater camwhoring.


I could almost imagine her speech bubble. "Help! Glug glug glug. I'm trapped! Glug glug glug"


Before we left the hotel, everyone took a photo with the shroomy poster at the hotel lounge.


The only photo of me with shroomy goddess of the universe.


Then we went to Canggu, where we fell in love with both the villa and the food from the nearby restaurant.


Rin muka thinking what to eat. Ching muka tulan for no reason.


Ching muka bulat.


At The Beach House (that's the name of the restaurant), Cindy, Jac and Kenny went to camwhore some more.


It's got a kind of very married couple look to it, this one.


This was where we did our gluttony deed.


Tanah Lot.


Just the girls please.


Oh seriously, you have no idea how happy I was to be surrounded by these girls. Buahahahaha!! Internal reveling in process.


Rin attempting to eat Burger Supreme Tanah Lot.


Girly line-up minus 1.


The only sunset we didn't miss. Evidently, Cindy was captivated by it all.


Hot stone massage on our last day there. So awhsum I swear!