Dils Stop .

Yeah.. I always have problem coming up with witty blog title. So let's get on with this week post eh.. which is .. zilch. Nothing I can come up with. What to do.. so its time for some ramblings.. yeay! Datuk Abu Hassan Din Al-Hafiz (our tokoh agama as what Utusan hailed him as) had recently made a suggestion on women wearing chastity belts. Huh. Issues on what women should be wearing which had been debated; I should say over centuries in our distinguished Dewan by our fellow educated men of our country calling themselves politician, is really getting quite tiring really. And this chastity belts business is ludicrous. He is now saying his statement is a joke. Probably.. then he should polish and prepare on his speech more before making a public statement as that. Chastity belt should never be taken into consideration despite what argument you want to throw in. RTM wanting to ban fast food advertisement on TV now. No fears.. I guess. If all TVs station wanting to take up this approac

So.. after so many years I, finally watch the greatly raved about French film. A story regarding a lil waitress name Amelie. Hermmm... As per usual laziness invaded.. so I couldn't be bothered to give my version of the film summary. Cilok from IMDB , Amélie is a shy waitress in a Montmartre café. After returning a long-lost childhood treasure to a former occupant of her apartment, and seeing the effect it has on him, she decides to set out on a mission to make others happy and in the meantime pursues a quirky guy who collects discarded photo booth pictures. During the first half an hour I was yawning away.. but it quickly turn to delight when she started to interfere with others life. I especially like it when she wants to return the bag of photo album to whoever that guy is. (Nino is it?) . How very exasperating for him to follow all those clues and saw the girl he was dying to meet is at the place he just left. Thehehe.. Audrey Toutou is such an expressive actress. I never realiz

Happy post V-day. Hahaha.. Ugh. Nothing exceptional happened today. Except due to my boredom, I decide to put the disc of Season 1 House in my computer and watched unwatch episodes or the forgettable episodes. Then went to work with bloody shadow underneath eyes. Uhh.. So I casually surf through blog I knew or interested are reading and find out that there are so many anti valentine out there. Hurmph... then I wonder why does so many girls coming out of the office with bouquet of flowers yesterday if so many moan and bitches about the day. Me.. I am a neutral. Got nothing to gain and nothing to lose. Hah. Actually I did gain something. Thehehe..I got a book on the newest book from Sophie Kinsella, Shopaholic & Baby. Haaa.. take that you girls with dozens of roses you.. Nothing I say beat a book. A good book (Ok..its a frivolous book, but a oh so yummy light hearted book that are like a small slice of those fluffy creamy cake). A book of this blogger preference. Thehehe. Oooohh.. th

Its time again to blog! I suddenly am arrested with all these free time at work. Hahaha. Actually... there's not much to do unless some servers somewhere in America decided to throw a hissy fit to torment the life out of us. Okay. Let's story ok. What to say.. what to say. Ah yes. In regards to Dueng earlier comment regarding dating random guys to take your mind off the pain and hopefully find joy in flirting. Sigh. Well.. the thing is.. as I had said earlier long ago in some post , I don't find such joy in it now especially after starting working. Its nice dating when in UTP when guys are in abundance and you know exactly where your type are at the campus. Of course those MiRC UTP network things helped considerably. When you are plonked to the real world, where guys are REALLY expected to pay for their date (and no excuses on scholar tak masuk lagi ok..), it seems like to my eyes, the male species had somehow are in the brink of extinction. Tell me exactly where the guys

Yawn. My 4 day holiday was interrupted with a request for OT which I did.. Nothing biggie there. A bit tired though. I am constantly rase mengantuk. Hurmph. Sorry.. a bit distracted now. I am currently hearing Greys Anatomy podcast. Haha. I kinda like reading the writers blog and the podcast. Many people are interested on why does this character do this. So a glimpse into the writers mind, its really cool and I am one of those Grey's fan who just can't get enough. Oooohhh... I heard the next episode is gonna be big! (Must not read spoiler... must not read spoiler/ episode review before watching the show) Went to KLCC ..just for fun? Heh. Yeah.. Shopping and ooohh.. also to eat at Yoshinoya. But I didn't buy the shoes.. or did my hair. Argh.. why why.. I don't know. Had a wonderful idea of just window shopping which of course.. turn to shopping when I went to Kinokuniya. My first stop is always at the junior reader. Heh. I collect those L.M Montgomery books. So I am alwa

Before this.. in my mind, I had write and rewrote again and again on what I want to say. How hurt I had been for the past few years. How dissapointment is only what I felt (okay.. that is not totally his fault). How foolish I had acted. What an idiot I had been. How all these are oblivious to... whomever. But really la.. I just couldn't pour my heart out here again. But ooopss.. I think I just did. Haha. Whatevs. My bloggie. Thinking hard about this while feeling like a moron, I just.. well to be honest, I can't do this anymore. So I am just gonna write crap. Bear with me, or you can just skip this and click on all those nice links I posted on the left. Like Bridget Jones who manage to give up Daniel due to her ever supportive slightly mad friends (and of course Mark Darcy.. but he doesnt count.. I am not gonna include him), you know what.. those who are feeling like shit because they are in/out of love should have somewhat like that.Kinda like Alcoholic Anonymous, but more lik