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Re -Tag

Lee had re-tagged me, so this is it a bit past the deadline I promised her. Since I am much too lazy to redo it again I will just paste it. Haha. . However, there are one other title that was not included earlier. So there it is below, the one that is not italicize. Seven things you plan to do before you die: 1. Volunteer work 2. Go to Pompeii 3. Have mindless sex. No? Ok. Change that to getting married. 4. Watch Phantom of The Opera or Chicago, live! (That meant the grand ol stage baby!) 5. Learn back all my lost musical skills 6. Pay back my loans! 7. Look him at the eye at least once. Seven things I cannot do (OK this is not included in the last post): 1. Sadly , cooking. But hey.. I am sure am a natural. Once I have the time. Or energy. Or do not burn the house. Or got over fear of fire. 2. Say No when somebody I like ask to do something. Bah! 3. Live without streamyx. Life would be so dull indeed when I cannot download things. 4. Show sympathy when the occasion rise for it. I

I spoke too soon

That birthday post if you noticed was posted in the morning. Then during lunch hour, I got my birthday cake and the singing and blowing out candles. Yes. I was not spared. But it was sweet of them. The cake was great and one of my favorite. Blueberry Cheesecake. Eat your heart out. (Well only at that moment) Courtesy of the office and chose by Kran there. They got a pretty agitated at first thinking that I had gone out for lunch. It was a surprise thingies if you guys had not figured it out yet. No worries... I had only set out to satisfy my dairy craving. On top of that I am not cake hungry anymore. However got some more suprises. Unpleasant one first. Got like a "bubble" ( some kind of voicemail ) from someone later that evening. After finishing work then I proceed to dial away to hear whatever that person wanna say. It turned out horrendous. Oh no.. someone do not berated me or anything like that. Some guy was actually playing the guitar and warbled along to the Happy Bir

Happy Birthday to Me...

Eeewk.. My birthday. I'm turning 23. Yeuch! Sounds so old... like can get married already. My first birthday celebrated while working.. Eh, not really la. I had celebrated once during my industrial training. Still at that time my birthday was on the weekend, so can celebrate kaw kaw punye. Now my birthday on Monday. Bluergh. Monday Blues. Thank Heaven I started work on Sunday. The blueness don't feel that bad. And I feel glad that no one at work remembered my birthday today. Cause I hate birthday songs sang to me ( I like to sing to others inaudibly) and blowing candles in front of others. I like to do them alone despite whatever Tiger Beer Advertisement might want to convey. ( The best things in life are shared or you are a lone freak ) I am sure their CEO don't feel that way. But I do like cakes, no matter whose birthday is that .. hermm.. will buy cakes if feel cake hungry at end of day and perhaps stick some post Raya 'bunga api' in a cake and sing to myself. H

My Phone and Me

My first ever handphone was being given by my ex-boyfriend. It was the Banana Nokia. And I always love to put its yellow cover on. So cute. My first ever own number attached to my name was DiGi. Until now, I am with DiGi. Not with the first DiGi number laa. This is my 2nd number. 1st number got stolen by some lazy ass guy who is probably suffering from syphilis (If you don't ,I hope you do) and perhaps by selling off my handphone and stealing puny rm50 in wallet can buy medications for his venereal disease. You can call me a loyal DiGi customer. I can be loyal if they treat me good.. And they treat me, very very good. Which had made me remembered *gasp* My birthday coming up. Need to top up soon so can get extra RM. Man. Anyhow , my friends during Raya asked me about sms thingies. On why I rarely replied his sms. Laziness kicks in. I guess. But thinking back.... Then during phone-mania era where Dino Handphone was acceptable and 3210 was considered cool: - Any call was welcome When

No. 1

Okay. I won't promise if this will be an essay or not. I am pretty damn depressed. And typing this load of shit is guarantee to make me a whole lot sadder, more depressed and increase hallucination on suicidal thoughts. I am armed with a whole lot of really depressing shits from our great musician. I hence come armed, baby. The King And I No. Its not about stupid Anna and the Thai King. I meant come one, that is one lousy woman who do not know a thing about culture, busying' herself poking into somebody else business I guess. Probably was too bored teaching lazy ass royalties. Ok Ok.. I compose. Everyday to get back to the castle up on the hill, he (his driver to be more exact) had to drive along the rows and rows of houses that is built on a grand scale. Perhaps to match the great castle in the backgroud? "Commoners," he thought. He barely look outside from the car windows. The same scenery , same houses everyday. He caught a glimpse. She was walking toward a house.

Bitter Pill

Few days back a long lost IRC friend somehow got hold of my Friendster and contacted me. I was exposed~~ We used to chat around the time when I was in Form 5. Then I became an addicts. I meant addicted to Internet. Nowadays? Not so much now since I have to put myself as Away in almost all my Instant Messenger programs since I am too lazy to reply to some messages or I just plain do not like the user. We got to talking and I was surprised to find out that how many chatters that I still keep in contact with from my Form 5 days~ Since back in those days we love to pair each others off and almost everyone is with someone we know. I should say was. But some of them still stay together after all these fickle years. He was asking me questions regarding the lovelike state of my life now, I guess some of my remark put him to this question: "You had been dissapointed in love?" And hey... I did not make apparent remark like "Men sucks" or "Love is only a chemical reaction

Eid

Tajuk di atas saja yang English. Tapi terasa macam nak berbelog lagi dalam Bahasa Melayu. Mungkin sebab terasa sentiment tu macam kena aje untuk Raya. Malas la nak menaip panjang-panjang. Tengah kenyang. Baru lepas makan lemang. Lemang tipu bak kate abang ipar. Dalam bukan main lawa lagi, takde kesan macam kena bakar. Terletak je lemang tu, setakat asap tepi jalan je lebih. Sekadar hiasan agaknye. Ye la kan Malaysia pon baru je diwarwarkan antara pengeksport Uncle Ho yang terhebat. Alang- alang musim raya, lemang ketupat pon kalau boleh nak di'lanun'kan sekali. Selalu cakap tak seronok dulu-dulu masa raya. Orang-orang tua cakap raya ni untuk budak-budak. Yang dah dewasa pening kepala sebab poket dah kering. Tahun ni lain pulak rasenye. Sebab tahun ni dah kena mula bagi duit-duit raya pada sedara mara. Orang kata tak best la kan sebab dah tak dapat duit raya. Macam mana pun, ade jugak la rase seronok. Pertama kali nak memberi duit kononnye. Rase macam best je duk masuk-masukkan

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