Tidbits of Ho Chi Minh

About my trip to Vietnam. I would't tire myself (nor bored you) by reminiscing day to day thingies. I will just write whatever.

My journey there ain't that bad. Went to KLIA for our flight. Remembered my last post when I said I hate travelling becoz it would make puke. I never puke once! Yeay.

Eeekkyy stuff aside now. The MAS flight food was surprisingly good. Even though I was kinda amazed they put "bendir" in our nasi lemak. Probably kacang cost too much?

We arrived at Ho Chi Minh near 10 a.m. However Immigration process takes forever so I was out of the airport near 11 a.m. The Immigration Officer there does look really apt in scrutunizing our face if it match the one in the passport though.

You can say my trip to Vietnam is mostly a shopping trip. Lament, lament. I know I should go atravelling with younger personas. Nonetheless, I love shopping so that ain't bad either.

Stepping into Ho Chi Minh city, the first thing you thought. They are many, many, many motorcycles. And there are very little traffic lights . Most cars there are either chauffeur driven or taxis. Honking loudly and often seems to be a normal way of telling other motorist "Hey I am going down this road now, get out of my way,". The Ho Chi Minh drivers would most certainly survived KL roads. I am terrified in crossing the roads the first day I was there.





Saigon River & Ho Chi Minh from the view of our hotel.

Okay. Basically I had divided my blog telling into Shopping, Trip to Chu Chi Tunnel and Misc. What can I say, I had been trained to write in points by my History teacher.


Shopping

Since their embroidered kain, clothes and bags are very much a steal and are pretty with great quality, I went into a shopping spree.. Wheee~ Their lacquer stuffs are pretty good too. But since I am not setting up a home or anything , so I don't give it a second glance. My money ain't that much, to buy too much things you know.

One of the places which my sister loved to bring us is the Ben Thanh Market. Its kinda like Padang Besar. This is a place I identified in buying bags and some little clothes. The choices are... gasping. Embroidered bags, beads bag, small tote bags, wristlet.... None of course leather. The type of clothes, ranging from fake branded stuffs to lovely traditional Vietnamese garbs. I also managed to custom made my very own traditional Vietnam clothes. Wondered when I will wear it. The tailors/seamstresses near the market are super fast. They can usually finish up your clothes in 24 hours time.

Of course clothes is not the only thing there. It have a wet market, which I briefly visit with my sister to buy some veggies, some food stalls which robbed you blind, little trinkets stuff which ranges from pottery, lacquer, wood carving, painting to crytallized bangles.

During one of our trip there, we also managed to witness a mini catfight between 2 madam shop owners. Dunno what they were fighting about. One of them were flailing around a water jug to hit the other while being restrained by their their friends/colleague.


















Ben Thanh market. The sales peoples there like to take you by the hand and ask to go and look into their stalls.


We also tend to gape on the mini ships teak carvings. These are scattered around the city. Our particular haunt is just at the back of the hotel. They even include the historical story of the ship they carved. Also they have other mini vehicles carvings like helicopter,train, fighter jet. Heh. I bought myself a Jeep. I love the fire truck teak carving though. It have a ladder which you can slide it up and down. But its a bit costly and I don't fancy trudging heavy luggage. I leave it be.

The ceramic potteries is also very unique and cheap. Depending on the places you go of course. My sister favorite haunt is Song Be. However as I said, I am no housewife. So I was like whut? Pottery? Pasu? I'll pass. Even my lil niece managed to bought herself 3 cute ceramic duckies which is now swimming in my sis lil garden pot. And she is 2!! The women in the house is certainly bringing this child down. But she managed to break one of them, moments after it was take out from the plastic bag, so the 3 little duckies now left 2.

My most shamefully spending money when we were stopping at Hong Anh boutique. This boutique have a collection of really lovely baju kurung and kebaya with a cheap price. The design is simple , and I love the little beads they sew it on. I won't get that kinda clothes with that kinda price here.

The ehem, CDs are even much cheaper. With great quality too. Needs to be careful though. Brad Pitt maybe speaking Vietnamese. I bought the whole season of SATC. What? Download? Blargh. Easier. And way, way, way cheaper. Almost the same price as wasting money on Stimix a month.



The Tunnels.



Since I informed my sister, I want to go and see some Viet Cong tunnels, us family went to the Chu Chi Tunnels (I think...) . It takes 2 hour very bumpy journey to get there. My 2 year old niece was looking very green by the end of the ride.

We went into tour on how the Viet Cong village was like during the wars. Entering the village, we are greeted with sharp bamboo sticking out from the ground. I am sure if that is not a trap, more like showing we-are-scary-so-better-not mess-around-with-us. However during the tour, we got around the tour of typical Vietnamese village yesteryears.


It pretty much look like our village in the 50s might look. But with some pretty interesting details here and there. It is impressive to see what they did in those days to survive and fight. That even young slip of girls take up their gun to fight off soldiers coming their way. Makes you think eh, if you were to live at that particular place and time, will you be a coward or a hero? And what makes a person hero? Is it through the eyes of the others who suffered the same fate as you or to the objective person on the other side of the world who leisurely judged you at the comfort of their own cool home if you are wrong or not ?


Our guide explained, the adults fight by day, and farm by night. The women of course stay at home to cook for the dear men who need to fight. Chivalry ? But if it came to a truly dire time, then the womenfolk too need to take up their weapons. Children are required to go to school to learn to read and write and learn and be bomb carriers.

















Come rain, shine or wars; learning must go on.


















The dummy farms. This is a dummy. It showed well, peoples need to feed themselves even though during hard time. So thus needs to be self sufficient by farming.

It also show some of the traps still lurking about. Gah, I really don't fancy these sharp sticks to be the end of anyone.





















The sign which says; "Die you soldier." Kidding. I have no idea what the heck the sign is saying.



We then went to the ever famous tunnels for the next tour. The Viet Cong soldiers dig these tunnels basically to hide out, operate and attack their enemies. Its very hot. They said only their people can fit into this tunnel back in those days. It won't fit a foreigner. Psstt, I think they meant pesky American soldiers. The lower level of the tunnels can only just fit a small lithe Asian, lying down. Of course back in those days everyone was slim. If they stay in the tunnel , always hot and all sweating from all the lack of oxygen and of course warring, it would slim anyone down. I think this tend to be the best slimming method of all. Except the part where you are always in mortal danger of course.

These second part of the tour showed the past tunnels, how it was dig and some of the 'rooms' that were used before such as its meeting room, the operating room and recovery tunnel.

















The tunnels go as deep as 8 metres to 10 metres. They used a small hoe. One tunnel which were dug were usually be handled by only 4 person. My, you down there. How big muscly arm you have~



In the tunnels, there are also trap laid out for those who are unfamiliar with the layout or location. If an enemy chose to go in, they are pretty much a goner. I went into the tunnels and it was freaking dark, managed to bump my head (which I still have the bruise a week after) and soiled my clothes. Never had I ever felt so claustrophobic. But it was a good experience nonetheless. I was in the peak of a really bad cold at the time, so I was not up to feeling that adventurous and just went into a few tunnels showed. My mom, aunty and sis just opted to stay firmly above ground. While we were exploring underground, our second in command tour guide showed my family where my brother and I below were headed. So if we went into one tunnel and emerged at another, she will showed the rest of the family the way above.






The she which led us to the correct path. I meant tunnels. Seems to be a strong silent type. She just wag her tail and joyfully trotted down to the next tunnel showing us where we need to go next. Never heard a bark from her once.



By the end of the tour we were served by a plateful of hot steaming tapioca and their very own special Vietnam tea. My throat was so sore from the flu , it was such a relief to pour some hot liquid down one throat.

We went back tired, hungry and with some knowledge on how M-16 look and felt like.

























Thats my bro. With guns. Obviously.





The Currency

I never have a head for numbers. At first the currency difference is baffling for a person who look at Maths like some kind of disease. Their currency deal in 000 000 . They have like 300 000 dong which drives me nuts at first in trying to figure it out. Then I got the hang of it. To know if its worth it, E.g. if the thing cost like 500 000 dong, take out the three 000 at the back, divide 500 by 4, and you get your estimate in RM. Tada, thats dila teaching Maths , noobs! My dividing and multiplying mathematical skills sucks, so it does take me sometimes when buying things. I think they pretty much saw that, and screwed me dry.


The Food? Well. We only went to eat outside once. A Malaysian restaurant. Its pretty hard to find halal food. So I only ate home cooked food.


Well. I think thats it. I pretty much run out of things to tell. Its not much tho. But I did enjoyed it. Ho Chi Minh is a nice thriving peaceful city to me. The peoples are very very nice, friendly and polite. The goods are lovely and relatively cheap. Wouldn't mind going again, I should say.

Back

I just got back from my trip to Vietnam. Goodbye Vietnam, Hello Malaysia.

This is just a short note since I am a tad bit tired and also am not feeling well. Feverish and flu-like symptons; complete with runny nose,headache and sore throat. It is soooo like me to catch some type of disease when holidaying. My antibodies just always failed to bid my command. Which is to fall sick only during work days. Sigh~

It felt a little weird. Woke up in another country and am about to go to bed at home in KL. My feet are aching from all that walking during the trip but also had somehow managed to reach the weight of a baby mammoth. Damn holiday mood which make me tend to gorge in food. Hey, it rhyme!

Night. Or morning.

Oh yeah.Happy Liberation Day, Vietnam.

Hiatus

I will not be here for almost a week. Starting from tomorrow. Yeay~ Am going to a brief holiday trip. So will not be here to reply to your comments. Maybe I can, but we'll see. (Did you notice that I didn't say blog? Since I am not the type of person who writes daily updates anyway!)

Looking forward to the trip tomorrow, so I am being lazy at work today. Ok. I am always lazy. But who cares... its holiday..holiday... I am always without holiday, so this should be NICE. But I wish I can do without the airplane ride. I hate airplane. Its not the fear of my airplane crashing. Even though I should fear it, but the chances I would be murdered on my way back from work is far greater than an airplane crash.. So I don't give it much of a thought. Its only, well. Okay. I am prone to travel sickness/motion sickness. Really bad. It take me several days to recover sometimes. I love and love to travel though. So that prove to be a conflict with me. Sigh.

Isn't it cool if someone have the tool to transport human like Star Trek (what the exact name eh?). Zap! They're off to another place. That would sooo save fuel and imagine., no traffic jam. Can get into Orlando Bloom house without any problem. All guys too would suddenly appear in Pamela Anderson or (insert name of favorite celebrities to drool over) bathroom when they wanted to take a bath. But of course in reality, if that were to happen all of the molecules in our body would be disintegrate and we would probably arrived there in 1 billion pieces. Yeuch.

This goes the same for the roller coaster or any other thrill rides. The puking thing I meant. Not the Zap of you goes thing. 360 degrees turn, Solero Shot , defying gravity stunts rides and all is very exciting. I like that and I don't think I fear it. However the thought of it makes me green. Literally. I don't fancy to find myself throwing up all over my clothes and the seat of my roller coaster ride. No, sirree. I rather keep my throwing up habit very classy. In a toilet bowl where it should belong.

Soo.. laters!


Note: Nik Ruziawani (or as known in our batch as Gie) a dear friend was involved in a car accident yesterday. Please pray for her recovery. Also received words that she had now regained conciousness again after her operation and should be OK.

So lets shout out aloud

Lets blog.

Easier said than done since I am having a bloggers block. Bah. I hate when that happens.

Anyhow, while everybody else is having fun at Pesta Muda Mudi Indonesia which I opted not to go for no particular reason at all , cough , I went to KLCC to shop. I know it will be crazy with the PC Fair and all. But a girl got to do, what a girl got to do. Even if it means braving KL weekends traffic alone. I hate driving in the weekends. The peoples are either too fast or too slow. As that what happens when one small red car which drove 40kph in front of me at the MR2 . I have problems to overtake because 1) the cars on the right are speed happy and whizzing away like crazy 2) My eyes suddenly went berserk and started to blur and went watery. So between wiping tears that have no place to be there in the first place (since I am not at all sad or crying ) and trying to overtake an impaired car, I was really frustrated.

Went I managed to overtake, the damn red car had actually the impudence to suddenly speed ahead. Zoommm.. off he goes. While I found myself stuck at the middle lane with a really slow Mercedes this time. I was thinking. Karma. This must be karma. I want to cry out of the window.. "but you are Mercedes, damn it. Act like one". But I just went behind the red car again since it is obviously now are speeding on for God knows what reason. Probably his car is reaaaallllyy slow in picking up. Or probably he is just trying to piss me off.

I went to KLCC and parked inside since the car park outside is jam packed and the parking attendant is already shoo-ing peoples away. Don't have much difficulties finding a place to park inside. Suprisingly. Yups yups. FYI, tis my first time driving alone to a shopping mall and park my car. I am horribly inept at parking, so it is with trepidation I went there. See how powerful the needs to shop is to a girl. But everything went A OK

I won't bored you to bits on how I shop . Its the same with any other shopping trips. Buy things , waste money, am richer in worldy goods but poorer in bank balance.

Before I went back home, I went into the magazine shop next to Rotiboy to buy The Star newspaper. There was a portly man standing right in front of the newspaper rack. Hence blocking my views and access to the newspaper. I then said "Excuse me," hoping he would move his ass aside. He turned to looked at me, positively beaming. He apologized profusely and grinning while I pointedly ignored the creepy man and look for my newspaper. Then suddenly I felt a hand patting my arm saying "Sorry ar, sorry ar.. I am really sorry,"

I almost exploded at that since what's give him the right to touch me even though he is indeed sorry and are apologizing. Its not like I killed his pet kittens and feed it to the dogs. I looked around and noticed he had fled. He probably noticed the murderous glint in my eyes and opt to get away before I shouted at him.

Anyhow, nothing untoward happen afterwards. Everything is fine and I proceed to go back home ,open back my computer and replaying the scene from Greys Anatomy where it have Dr. McSteamy. Yups. He is indeed McYummy.

2 years now

Well, blog. You are 2 year old. Yeay. Yeay.

Sidenote: I do not bought my blog a cake. This Birthday Cake was guiltlessly consumed by us during Gohan birthday actually

If it is alive and breathing, it had now learnt to run around semi naked at my house wearing my high heel shoes. Wait. My almost 2 year old niece , had just done that this morning.Well if my blog is my baby, it would do the same too.

It had been 2 years today since I started this blog. It goes from purple to pink then purple again, to briefly gray and now it is cyan. (As most of you manly guys called that. I just called it green-blue) . I changed the title so many times, I forgot what it is called initially. However Dils Stop had always remain the main one. I was not that creative when picking up a title. Dils Stop. Go Figure.

Well, I started this blog as a means to express my feeling out. You know.. I kinda like.. well. Blargh. Well let just say. The getting out to the open and expressing my feelings thing? Kinda sucks. So I like someone then. A lot. And yeah. Maybe I still do, even though it is kinda hard. Wait. What this gotta do with my blog? Well, duh~ This is suppose to be my outlet regarding that, at first. You know. Me being ditzy and stuff.

However being a complete ditz somehow don't quite suit me . So to preserve my sanity and some of my dignity when talking to the person, I typed about something else and then almost everything. Until now. And no. I am still not telling. So end of story there.

The blog was meant to be like an online journal. But peoples who write unrestrainedly are to be applaud. It is hard to write things that are painful to you. So I write in metaphors. Then it become just a simple pleasure, simply because I enjoyed blogging. And I enjoyed reading other blog oh so much.

It introduced me to new friends. It help strengthen some of my friendships. It made me much more aware on various peoples opinions. It is kinda like a forum since we thrived on silly lil comments and shoutbox. And in some ways, Friendster too. Where we know each other updates on life without the boring question, "How are you doing today?".

Remembered when at school, my teacher asked us to do like a journal on " My Homework and What I had learned today" . ::Gag & Puke:: Really ar. Some teachers who try to be too creative can just utterly failed. It is bad enough we have to do essays like " How global warming is affecting the world..." 5 times in 6 months (yawn... scribble ....fall asleep), but to actually write about what the many homeworks we got and what education facts that had been pushed down our throat for today?

I used that particular homework journal book to doodle and draw Walt Disney cartoon at the end.

Now blogging. That is just fun.

Images

So today I am fat. Oh yeah. Peoples tell me so many times I had lose some weight. Yet. In a few days , I can gained all the fat I had been trying to lose for a few weeks.

You know what? I blamed the media for this. Of course , every girl with a lil excess fat does. I just join in the bandwagon . Its definitely not my fault. No. No. So I indulged in KFC and other fast foods. Big deal. (Big? How ironic my choice of words).

I bet if this was 16th century, I am all the rage. Painters like Raphael and Michaelangelo would pay me obscene amount of money to model for them, I could be Mona Lisa. Yeah yeah. The sky is the limit, but my imagination knows no bounds. But anyhow, had you guys ever seen medieval or Renaissance nekkid chicks painting? I meant. They are huge. They are no object of beauty. To us. To guys 500 years ago, these women push their button. To them, they are beautiful. Of course then the men also only think that these beeg beeg girls wil produce em beeg beeg bebe boys to carry on thy family name . Maybe 21st century ain't that bad either.

But I think all this hype about being thin. It is all like trends. So 500 years ago, it was all trendy to have big hips, rounded waist, fat legs. They certainly don't look hourglass to me. Then the stick Twiggy came with her miniskirt and bikinis ,40 or 50 years ago. Boom!~ Downhill goes all the fat women. Today , to be beauti-fool you have to have legs like pole, sunken cheek, no waist, and rid of all fat. (Even the one that were suppose to keep you alive)

Does this stick thin figures wandering around red carpets ever like, eat. So many of them claimed to have really high metabolism. Most of the female artist chirps "Ohhh... I eat whatever I want. So nooo. I don't have any eating disorder. I meannt like, Hellooo? It is so uncool to have like erm.. bulimia." While of course we know they are lying since the paparazzis had taken so many pictures of them but the only pictures we saw when they are feeding themselves are only liquid or salad. It must be nice to have alllll those money but eat rabbit food at famous Italian restaurant. Probably they just went there for the view.

Shrugs. Given the choice, red meat or baby carrot for dinner? You know what? I rather have red meat. What can I say, I am just a sucker for good food. Being thin is I guess a no.2 priority. Yups. I will try to be thin, right after I finish this packet of Lays. Yups yups. Crunch crunch~~

Hello. Are you there?

Damn it. Sometimes some peoples just get on my nerves.

I feel too much of a rage today. So I just give an example below.

The Hello Are You There type. I had just picked up the phone.

" Hello, XXX speaking . Welcome ..."
" Hello! Hello!" . The customer from afar shouted
" Hello, yes. How may.." . I was cut off.
" Hello, Are you there? Hello?" . He shouted again.
Deep breath. Probably bad line. Probably a little deaf.
" Hello. Yes. I am here. " Rolled my eyes upwards. Not again.
" Hello, this is (some blardy name) from.. Hello. Are you there? Hello "
" Yes. I am still here" . Tapping my finger on the desk impatiently.
" Okay. Yes. I have a problem with... Hello. Hello." Does he have like a disease to say Hello for every one second? The line sounded good. And he can hear me. I don't even have the chance to speak much , since he is Hello-ing away so much.
" Yes. I am listening" . Gritting teeth now while saying this.
" Ah yes. Well.. I have problems with ... Hello... Hello" I am happily throttling him in my mind.

I swear. If he was in front me, I would have smashed his head into the floor.

K-ran is the champ with filler words. This is the case where I think you need to enter every oh ah and hmmm into every seconds of the conversation. Ever heard patience? How can I know what you want if I don't listen and talk at the same time?

LRT Inconveniences

Blardy bureaucracy and red tapes. I asked for an access to a lousy tool pon have to go through 3 levels of Support not to mention approval of a higher Manager. Only to be thrown back again in my face, saying this Inbox are reserved for a higher being (Higher Level Executive). Then why in the first place u gave me that email address? Idiotic moronic... thingies.So now, I have no idea where to turn to. Until my manager will again ask, "Dila... have you get that login yet?" I will then lie shamelessly. (Note: The opening is just a sidenote for my frustration :P . For someone who are lost reading my blog )

Rides in the LRT can really shows our Malaysian colors. I am not saying other countries are better than us. I had been to MRT, Underground and WTH is the name of the trains in Barcelona. The crowds are pretty decent. But of course I may be mistaken since I avoid the rush hour then and are so travel happy. Anyhow, no inconsiderate behaviors experience with these electric train outside of Malaysia, yet. Well, discounting the drunk, homeless ol man sleeping in the Underground train in a pool of his own piss.

Some peoples just don't know good manners. Few nights back, I went back by LRT. As usual by 10 p.m., only 1 counter is opened, thus a long queue at the booth. I chose to use the Ticket Machine (Okay, I have no idea what it is called. I called it the Ticket Machine for obvious reason). Pulling out my purse, next to my machine a harried looking man is holding a crumpled RM1 note, asking peoples around him for a change. The Ticket Machine must have spat out his crumpled note.

I am of course always an angel and being a girl, our notes is always crisp and wrinkle free and our coin pouch is always heavy, (Superman theme song ...please) am there to save a lost soul. ::Cough:: I meant to help. He glanced at me and saw I was willing to hand out the change. He then surprised me by his gruff , barking, commanding voice;

"50 sen, 50 sen !" He looked askance at my old purse while waving his hands frantically to me showing to hurry.

I am a bit astounded, shocked and dumbfounded by such manners. Fishing out the coins from my purse, he then impatiently snatched it from my hands. I waited for him to handed me his RM1 note but he just then proceeded to his machine. Only after getting his ticket, he gave (the operative words here: push it roughly to my hand) me his foul looking , crumpled note. What? Afraid my coins wouldn't spit out your ticket is it? That I have fake coins to give to stranger ? I almost felt like throwing the damn money to his face. Rude boorish behavior.

Hello Mr Man Wearing a Blue Shirt on a Wednesday Night, rudely asking for coins from a girl. Please learn good manners. Not even a thank had been uttered. Never in my life had I ever regretted helping out a stranger. You sir, had make this experience worthwhile. And should I encountered you again asking for a change. You can be damn sure you will get something else from me. A piece of my mind.

Also a lil bit on the inconsiderate peoples in LRT. I was standing one day when a woman holding a toddler walked in. Imagine who gave up their seat? A 50-ish year old looking makcik. All these able bodied girls and guys seating at their comfortable seats who btw look younger than me are busy looking elsewhere. What? You think peoples standing around you don't notice that you are trying hard to avoid your eyes from lingering on the peoples who need the seats?

And what is it with peoples hugging the pole at the middle of the Putra LRT when we can barely stand in the sardine packed container? Excuse me , if I mistakenly grab your ears to steady myself from falling headfirst into your smelly shirt since your whole tub of lard is enveloping the pole , for us to hold on for dear life to.

Hey, I noticed that!

Peoples sometimes have this uncanny ability to develop a third or fourth eyes. Our mom and teachers have that all the time. The ability to know we are snoozing or doodling something when we are supposed to do some Maths exercise. Before we reach that level, sometimes we do have that ability.

You can called it as 'perasan'. Don't you ever get that tingling sensation that someone is watching you when you are laughing with your friends. Or when you are at the far end of the corner at the cafeteria you know that other person who is on the other side of the cafeteria is looking at you. Its kinda hard to beat that feeling away. You will start thinking, what? Does the person like you? Or do you dress funny today? There is a stain at my shirt? I usually get the wrong impression that peoples are sniggering at me. Ahh.. well another proof of my low self esteem. Or maybe it is right? Peoples do sniggered at me? Baahh. Push that aside. But sometimes you might be wrong. That other person is looking at the person at your back. Or just staring blankly in your direction. Or you might really have a tear at the back your pants. When you realized that, you will red-facedly stalk yourself away from his/her eye gazing areas.

I used to care a lot what peoples think about me. Now I could't give much a hoot. (I put much, so I do care a bit). I find out by sticking earplugs in hearing my mp3 list playing, I am in another world. Therefore the state of 'perasan' days ceased.

Last week however. I was riding the PUTRA Lrt to my workplace. As usual embarking from Setiawangsa station, there is no seats. I chose to stand in front of the seats. To pass time, I fiddled around with my Beanie to search for non-depressing songs. It is high time I change my playlist I thought to myself. When we are nearing the Ampang Park, I looked ahead and noticed the guy standing next to me is checking me out. I don't mind guys checking my plain self out. Please do, but do it sparingly and with good manners. But he is obviously checking out my.. ah well.. chest area. He then realized that we are in a dark area where reflections of ourselves are apparent as day and he saw from the reflection I am watching him 1/3 amused, 1/3 grimly, 1/3 shame facedly . I raised my eyebrow and he looked embrassedly, stonily ahead.

Now... Ah well. It just showed that some guys need to hone their skills on checking out girls more. And don't give me that crap about girls wearing tight fitting clothes. My clothes was definitely loose fitting that day.

Hello, Monday. Go Away.

Yawn. Tired out. So there's goes another weekend. And it is Monday. Blergh. I hate Monday. You had to drag yourself out of bed to go to work. On the way to work, you are crying inside because it is the start of 5 non-fun relatively tiring days. Gaah. Peoples always were so busy on Monday, since they need to do things they put off doing on Fridays. We are more harried, stressed out, feeling like wanting to stay in bed and be fat until only a tractor can get you off your room. Did I say again I hate Monday?

My weekend is.. well. Not as what I want it to be. Okay. So I change my blog template. Do you know the insane number of colors to choose from? I like purple or pink. You know. Girly stuffs and a whole of that crap. But I am slightly nauseous looking at those really cheerful flowery template. So there. I meant here. I guess I let it be until Blogger ate my coding again.

Saturday. I dyed my hair red. Muahaha. Finally get around of doing it. The hair stylist eyebrows shot up when I opted red. He looked at me like I am some kinda insane person. What is wrong with red? I quickly corrected myself saying not the Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind kinda color. Dark wine. I looked at myself in the mirror when the stylist is shaking his conconction for my hair. (That sounds so wrong in a few levels). I had to do this. You know. Whatever. Right?

It is kinda like, I am the kinda person, when had made up her mind, by hook or by crook she is gonna do it. This is the reason what keeps me going on to give Lan's Petronas girl his number? I could not, not do it. It would haunt me. The ifs.

Well anyway I came home and nobody in my family noticed at first. Hey.. it IS noticeable. If I gain 0.5 kg they would immediately point it out. But I dyed my hair red? Nooo sirree. I informed my brother and he just laughed. My mom went "Huh.. really? Nampak sama aje."

Hurmph. So much of trying to look different. Maybe I should went with the Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind look after all. Or tattoo my face.

Sunday. I wanted to stay in. Kemas few things here and there. But everyone is going to the Book Fair and get lunch. Not wanting to starve and the thoughts of cheap books. Haih.. I'll go.

They are a lot of peoples. But not as unbearable as the UMNO gathering. You can still at least, breathe. When searching for the Book Fair at PWTC, we heard that you need to register yourself to get in. That does not make any sense. Pushing my ways through, I found out there is 2 big events ongoing at PWTC today. The direct selling exhibition thingies and Book Fair. The registration is for the direct selling. So we get lost for a while and were dumbfounded to see the many many slimming, beauty products in 1 room. It turned out you need to walk like 3 miles to get to another hall for the book fair.

It was as what you might expect. The education and encycloepadia are the one prevalent. We had to go to the far corner of another hall to get to the novels. I think they are like only 2 booths which have novels. Pay Less Book and I forgot the other one. Another popular second hand bookshops. I forgot its name. The Pay Less booth is quite ok. Their promotion are like Buy 1 Free 1 , or Buy 2 Free 1. The book price is as its bookshop usual price. But it is kinda hard to find a decent author. Here and there Stephen King, Mary Higgins Clark (which we had borong it all, so if you guys are looking for it at that booth, you need to look a tad bit harder) , Richard North Patterson, Michael Crichton. The other authors? I just closed my eyes and jab my fingers to choose some of the books. Altogether I bought around 8 books. Some are the from the authors above, some are just books I pick randomly. Same genre. Thriller, disease, serial killers. The usual.

Yeah. I need books to nourish my soul or that kinda nonsense. Okay. No. I just like to nourish myself WHILE reading books.

This Time Tis My Blog Gone Awry.

I have no idea why. I am unsure if any you are encountering these problems. But some of my friends did tell me they can't get into my blog last night.

When I opened IE, all I got is just a purple page. And when opening up Mozilla, it is just a jumble of html codes.

So i decided to change my template . So all of you guys link will be lost for a while and as so many things. Well no worries. I'll make it as almost per normal again by tonight.

Any suggestions?

Btw, Today Is Freaking Friday!

p/s: This is just a temporary templates. I know I know. Grey is so not my color.

The shop had now closed

I went out with a friend. Part boredom and feeling very Florence Nightingale-like forced me to accept his invitation to watch movies.

I knew it was a disaster from the start when he opened the car door for me. I told that to some of my friends, and they went like "Eleh, cakap je tak suke skang nanti-nanti suka la". Only one person laughingly immediately said , " That is definitely not to your liking,". He should know.

Anyhow, it was not that bad. But I was bored out of my mind. I S.O.S my friends to send me messages. I was even considering bolting. Since yours truly is of course the epitome of good manners, so I just grit my teeth and go through it.

I wouldn't mind so much that the guy is telling me about his ex-girlfriend which is not so coincidentally was getting engaged that day. But haih, if in the first place you want my opinion, learnt to deal with it la. The girl had the impudence to actually beg my still besotted friend that it is still time. You think this is Hindustan movie ar gal? I don't know much about the girl. But from what little I heard, I know she ain't good news. I asked him to stay away, which is when he looked at me blankly. What good meaning intentions girl will MMS the pictures of herself with her engagement dress to the person who still love her? But I can see a lost cause when I saw one. I should know. I looked at it in the mirror every day.

So i left him texting his beloved while the peoples in the Hainan shop is probably wondering why am I gleefully texting my friends in order to save my sanity.

It was not that bad actually. The food was great. The movie was marvellous. I love V for Vendetta so much. Yet , there is something missing. I guess both of us don't enjoyed the outing so much. One is thinking about a girl who is now wearing an engagement ring. While another one, is just wishing she is at home, watching anime. There was nothing remotely romantic in it. I felt like I was in a business trip. I was in fact business like. Throughout the day, I pointed out which restaurant is nice and which is not. Which is expensive and which is worthwhile . A business trip where I had to hear and listen and be the good friend in order to let someone forget.

But that role is fast losing the appeal on me. I am tired of being there for guys who had their heart broken. They were never there for me. Haih, I guess I am becoming old. Where I am now am only comfortable with my tiny circle of UTPIAN friends in KL and Bangi and Damansara (ye, ye. Ganu and Klate oso count) and my older friends in JB.

Putting yourself out there? It is scary and full of dissapointment. I believe

Chose

I was writing a rant . Ranting about how depressing life is and how hysterical I had become now.

It sounds so dreary and bleurgh~ I just decided to hit CTRL + A and delete all.
I wonder what I want to write?
Let's imagine that you readers actually care what I going to write. What do you peoples wanted to learn about me? What is the thing that you enjoy listening to? Or am I just too boring for you guys to even care? I am tempted to command you guys to come and tell me, what do you want to hear. But then, maybe the truth will be too terrible for me type or hear.

Anyway, I had a dream yesterday. Yeah, if all else fails, or life get too boring, there is always my dream.

Anyway again, I dreamt of 2 peoples. (I am not included in these dreams ) Damn! Herm.. okay Choronological based summary then peoples.

I dreamt that this guy are attracted to this tall (that definitely ruled me out of the dream), dark haired looking person with a full red mouth and dark sultry eyes. He went and tekel her ar like that. She is hostile at first but quite amused with the guy which slowly thaw her out. Like all lousy fairy tales, she proceed to fall in love.

Most of my dreams have some kind of a sick twisted plot in it right. This is not that sick and twisted. More like weird. It turned out she is a witch. ( I had been watching too much of Bewitched and Charmed )

So of course being beautiful , aloof and all, the other girls hated her. So they went and staged Carrie-like pranks. No pig blood. Milder than that.

One day they have a functions. It is held in something that look like a school gymnasium, (mcm stadium tertutup tu) and the guy ask the girl to dance right in the middle. The guy is dense in spite of his good look. When they just started to dance, suddenly the girls in the sidelines seat stood up and said "You are not welcome here," and "You are a freak, get the hell out of here" and one of the girl reach out for a pole and throw it at the girl. Then the dark haired person , showed her superpower . By just a wave of her hand, the pole is thrown back at the wall.
She looked angrily around her and at her so called boyfriend who stuttered and obviously so dense that he doesnt do anything. A feeling of betrayal came and she chose the guy to be angry at. Without saying anything she stalked out of there. The boyfriend followed but was suddenly blocked by a horse which she had conjured. I have no idea why a horse. The horse is white and have wings , and have a torch slung at its back. Its wing looks like clouds.

When he get around the horse, he noticed she is gone. He then ride the horse and take the torch to search for her. The horse seems to know where to go. It flew up and up the air towards the cloud. You could not see the difference between its wings and the clouds anymore. It then suddenly as by magic brought him to a mansion .He went into the mansion without second thoughts.

In the mansion, a big ol lady came to greet him. Smiling toothily , she said

"The girl is here. But look around"

All around him where animated miniatures dolls where each of them have their own miniature house. The dolls all look alike. Only the colours and the style of the dress are different.

"One of them is your girl. But you can only choose once. Only one time. If you had chosen the wrong doll, you must leave and never come back. You would never see her again."

He look around again while all these miniature dolls are moving around. House to house. Cleaning up their little rooms, baking cookies.

Earth Attack

During my daily browsing of the MSN sites , I encountered a piece of Science geeks news. Saturn got water! Something we had been trying so long and hard to find in Mars. The planet of ice now are spouting geysers of waters.

I wonder if this happened because the Sun is getting hotter? Hurmph~

Anyway. We Earthlings are so gleefully excited to learn or know something of the outer space. We yearn of new life exploding somewhere out of this world. Look at the title of the article itself : Liquid water on Saturn moon could support life. Right away in our mind we are thinking along the line of Earthlings are already making a plan on how to build a home in Saturn when our own planet sea level had rise but full of toxic and the land is a radioactive waste and landfill.
Already peoples are dreaming of building hotel in the Moon. Alang-alang the moon, why not Jupiter, Saturn or Mars aight?

Then if we can support ourself in other planet, then of course came the really boring theory , "Are We Alone ?" I liked watching documentaries, exotic plants, worms eating worms, (I hate American Chopper) , some weird guys think it is fun wrestling with alligators and stuff, and hauntings and bloody histories. But never alien documentary. It is so boring and repetitive.

We get all these same data over and over again. When described, the alien will always look like this:

Image courtesy of: http://reguite.free.fr/photo/alien.html

The spaceship like this .

Image courtesy of: http://istockphoto.com/file_closeup.php?id=504644

Well, you get the gist right or at least like me you had seen the spaceships photos and documentaries showing the same pictures hundreds of times.

All this hype of aliens. If there is, probably the aliens wouldn't care a rat ass about us. Maybe there are only microorganism lived out there. And as what the movies are trying to instill in us. This tiny viruses are now building spaceship and superweapon trying to invade us. Uuu scary.

But considering our ruthless and bloodied history. Why there is no movies about we conquering the aliens? Or is there any oldies B grade movies for this? Planet of the Apes?

I think the movie industry is just trying to lull us into thinking that we are this great human beings who are so nice to never think to jajah other places, but can triumph over adversity. Of course histories loved to prove us wrong, where if there is anything to be gain. We will sure cop and brand it saying "This is ours". One day humans will have these super weapons and great spaceship something like Star Trek and we will go attack these little green men because we had just ran out of oil, oxygen, food, our childrenss are overrunning the earth and the ocean is swallowing the land. Imagine the price of real estate then.

Imagine that. Instead of us getting blasted by tripods. We are in the tripods laughing maniacally while aiming the laser at those little green men that is protecting the slightly less taller green boy and the little green girl.

You give love a bad name.

I used to like Bon Jovi. Back in the days when they are singing that song above, Always, Blaze of Glory. Yeah, I am an oldies rock kinda gal. Now when they are yowling on "Thank you for loving me".. and stuff , I felt like flinging the radio out of the windows. I dunno if they are mellowing to be singing like a boy band playing in a band or I just hate stupid love songs considerably.

Anyway. Love already have a bad name. It is only further stink by peoples around us when they dissapoint us in the name of love. Or something to that effect.

So of all lamentations and watching the Bachelor series, I gotta say this have to be the shortest Bachelor relationship ever. I meant the episode had just ended last week. And they had broken up. It seems like they failed to ignite the sparks that we are unsure if we even see this during the Bachelor series stint. Gasp. Maybe Effi is right. He is gay in spite of this. He just want to go to Paris and lived in a chateau for a short while. That must be it.

So hurray to love and for peoples looking for it. It is just as easy to find and threw in it a mud and step on it for it to be dirtied. Am I feeling outraged that this couple split? No. It is to be expected. Love ain't a fairytale, after all. It is an everyday thing.

But lets not philosophised on it, again. I had done it to death already.

And you know something. Sometimes men are such arse. Some men, then. ( Or the barbarians will go and threw hatchet at me) They went all macho like , blowing smoke from their ciggies , thump each other back and howl with laughter over a glas of teh tariks. Then if it come that time when they get all insecure and tell that if not to their girlfriends or to the girls who are available over sms or YM. What? You gonna deny you never get insecure? Yeah right (sniggers can be heard from each corner of the earth). Lament lament on how worthless they feel, their friends do not care about them , that girl ignore them, life is hard, felt like killing self by driving car over the bridge or whatever.

We girls of course build with bigger estrogen so genetically somehow it is supposed to infuse us with more sympathy substance, will pat their ego, saying No No, the world loved you, we loved you, all natures are actually in rythmn being in love you. Something like that.

Then they got back their friends or girlfriends, then we are suddenly facing the days alone counting the bytes in and out of our computer due to sheer boredom. I know. I will married my computer.

Wait. Okay. Maybe that can or cannot be the case. But then, what about when we want to pour our inner beings. I can talk to the stray cats beyond my house and they will understand or at least look at me sympathetically. To them? Nah. That is now as I understand can be considered laughable. If they even took you seriously. If not, they will dismiss you. Or like Uh.. I know but I think it is better if you talk this over to someone else. Or just sigh.

Hey, I love you. You know that. I meant you uncomplicated beings. Girls and cats everywhere.

Flickering on again.

I am bored. I have a headache. I am a tad bit irritated by peoples today.

My stimix (streamyx) is back on this morning. Yeay. On Thursday it suddenly died on me. The connection in showing all fine and marvellous. Then suddenly, when I even tried to connect to even http://www.google.com, it came up with "The Page Cannot Be Displayed". I tried again. The computer shut itself and the light behind me flickered. Weird. Reminded me of my attempt to get the computer connected to modem last month at JB, and when I turn the modem on and off, the computer restarted itself. If I want to shut down the computer? No need to press on Shut Down. Just tap on the modem button, and the computer will turn itself off. Stupid computers kept on playing prank with me.

Not to mention I had somehow use the QuickClean and deleted the torrents file of all my currently downloading file. Blargh~ Stupid function. Even though I had chosen for it to ignore that particular files, it still managed to happily clean up my folder. I have to search and start it all over again.

I got so sick of it all in the weekend and since I am not that hot and bothered to get to the Internet, so I couldnt care less. Let somebody else called the Streamyx helpline and get all irritated. But the the bored level is unbelievable. So I managed to see one DVD of all the DVDs that had been bought and pinjam and curi from all this time. Not to mention my sister remarked, "Why are you suddenly lepaking watching TV ?" To which my other sister informed "There is no Internet to amuse her."

Yes. I must be a geek. An ultimate geek who's life revolves around the computer. Now that is just pathetic. Needs to find more hobbies to make life less pitiful.

Conclusion - Bachelor

I hadn't manage to download the latest episode yet. But I guess I will for my sister, who is hooked seeing it too. Ahh.. family shares more than just genes I guess.

Anyway.. The conclusion, Dr. McDreamy, I meant the Travis Stork Bachelor Season 8 chose the nearest girl he can access to which is Sarah. The girl who lived just half a mile from his house. Accessible, easy to date, no telephone bill expenses, convenient, an easy to maintain girlfriend while juggling a job as a Resident ER doctor.

I didn't mention Sarah before aight? Wholesome sweet girls that seems kinda like the perfect mother, perfect daughter, perfect niece, perfect teacher and friend. Bit perfect. I don't think she's that beautiful anyway. Just nice looking, pretty, girl next door. But make up can make anyone look beautiful. Hey, gave me an army of make up artist and stuffs, and they will transform a train wreck like me to a girl you can only dream about. Illlusion, baby. It is all just your eyes playing trick on you.

But I like Sarah because she is not all weepy and moony like Moana had become. Sobbing in the video saying how much she liked him. Hey, I can't promise I won't sob too if I were to tell a guy I like him, but its just too DRAMA for reality shows for me to stomach. But it is fun to watch or viewers would fall asleep. Sarah is the friendship first and you can talk about anything kinda girl. Nice. At last a guy who is not looking at boobs. Wait maybe she does have that too. (smack own head) Of course la, or she wouldnt be chosen in the first place.

Well, dunno la if the happy couple will stay together or not. The Bachelor word at the end, sounded like dating-first-i-wont-promise-anything-but-there-is-a-big-probability-i-will-dump-you. But I guess she will have an advantage if she will be dumped compare to other ordinary girls. More guys would notice her.

Hey , I did not post any weekly updates. First episode and last episode only.

Seize the Moment

I had a dream last night. Just as so someone wouldn't misunderstand me when I say 'Mimpi Best' :p, Nooo. Not that dream lar. Actually it is more harmless than what he perceived.

I dreamt I was interacting with this guy. We were not doing anything for your information to the dirty minded. More like planning on some events and he bake cake (I must be really hungry even when I slept) and I woke up when our hands touch. The guy? The tall, fair looking, longish hair. (The type I usually catch myself lookin at). And I really hate to wake up because that guy is so familiar to me.

Thinking back when on my bed. I remembered who the guy my dreams reminded me of. I did not dreamt of him actually. More like someone look like him. Better looking. (Well, it is my dream. I can make my dream guy as handsome as I want whut).

Anyway. I got to thinking that we had not contacted each other for a long time. And who's fault is that? Me or Him?

I noticed him when I was first being interviewed at my previous company. Really. Romantic stories? Not. No romance in this stories. Kinda like my head went "Hey, he's cute".

Then when working there, I am glad to know he is not among the peoples who irked me. You know. The always hanging beside you asking embarrassingly pointed questions that wanted to embarrass you. Or the bored looking one looking askance at the new employee.

He is the friendly type who smiled whenever we chanced one on another. Just smile and laughed whenever I was doing stupid things on a job or helped me on when I am stumbling with the many many files I had to store. So a decent soul with a look to boot! 1 point there.

Then I was transferred to his department. We come in much better contact and got to know each other better. He was highly amused with my ability to guess his age with 1 guess. But I am a bit shy with guys I like so I just stick around with the girls. I don't want to invite gossips too. So why searched for disaster right?

So before I resigned, he reminded me several times to give me my number since I always forget. I did. And when I went back to the office to pass up some things, he ask me to call him. Which I never did.

We did sms. But I found out he played my kinda game. I sms you first. Then later on, you need to sms me back first. He sms me first one day. I sms him first the next week. He sms me first the next week after that. And I never did after that . I guess I want to see if he does really want to sms me.And he didn't.

So telling my friend of this guy on how we ceased to sms each other. He asked . "Then , why don't you? Contact or sms him again."

Several months had passed already when I told my friend this. I think a little and said. " The moment has passed. It is too late now."

I guess I did missed the train then. Did I regret it? It would be fun to think of the what might have been. However, no. My heart do not sink considerably when I think of this guy. (only other guy :p) Regret? No. Not the might have been of the romance thingies. Only the might have been of discovering on how much fun is he.

Memes or Tag. It comes in 4.

I had been tagged yet again by both Shu and Kran on the same tag. Since both are actually the same saved for slightly different topics and all, so this is the combo of it. Here it is:

Four Jobs I've Had:
1) Trainee at BCF
2) Trainee at Petronas Carigali
3) Tech Support thingies at McAfee
4) Babysitter (count eh.. )

Four Movies I Like or Can Watch Over and Over:
1) While You Were Sleeping (Yes , yes I am a hopeless romantic.. moving on please)
2) A Few Good Men (The time when Tom Cruise was considered The Hotness, sigh)
3) Sky High (So I am childish.. yeah so?)
4) Silence of the Lambs. ( Herm, Clarice~)

Four Places I had Reside/Lived/Spent Some Time of My Life:
1) JB, Johor
2) KB, Kelantan
3) Bentong, Pahang
4) Canberra, Australia

Four Television Shows I Loved to Watch:
1) CSI
2) Gilmore Girls
3) Grey's Anatomy
4) Reality Shows featuring beautiful girls (Survivors is out since all girls there are scruffy and dirty and beauty with makeup had been proved exist)

Four Places I Have Been On Vacation:
1) Barcelona, Espana
2) London, UK
3) Sydney, Australia
4) Pangkor, Perak. (Okay, okay I will just add in Malaysia's tourist spot just to show to peoples that I actually do want to boost Malaysia tourism)

Four of My Favourite Dishes:
1) Nasi Goreng Cina - Mom's Style
2) Hotdog: Bought from Giant/Carrefour, in cafe, 1901, Ramly Burgers
3) Spaghetti Oglio
4) Roti Kosong , 1 dengan sambal ye !

Four Websites I Visit Daily:
1) My Blog. Then all the links you see there I went in daily. Well almost daily.
2) Mail.yahoo.com
3) www.hotmail.com
4) www.msn.com -> Latest Gossip (::grins::)

Four Places I Rather Be (Than Here):
1) At home. (KL)
2) At home (JB)
3) Sitting in a restaurant. Eating. Preferably not alone.
4) Somewhere I rather not say but think. ::wink::

Four Albums I Can't Live Without:
1) Soundtrack from Moulin Rouge
2) Soundtrack from Mr and Mrs Smith
3) Peterpan Album (So?)
4) YoYo Ma (Tango ..something can't remember)

Four Vehicles I Own:
1) My little wooden car on my drawer table.
2) My trusty BMX bike which had now probably been recycled to canned goods
3) My little red roller skates. Wheeeee~
4) Okay Okay. Sooo. I never owned a vehicle. The motor kind. Who owns 4 anyway?

Four Bloggers I Tagged (Jeng.. jeng.. jeng):
1) Lee (Just for the hell of it, so you had been tagged twice of the same thing by me and Shu)
2) Snubby (Bcoz I know you don't have anything to do)
3) Yoda (When his port had been opened.. hahaha)
4) Dueng (Bcoz .. I dunno).

PMS

You know how guys like to blame gals who are in a bad mood because of PMS? And you know how gals can give lame excuse for being horrible because of PMS?

To tell you the truth , there is a grain of truth for that. Some guys went on and on, why does it happened? Why does their gf suddenly lashed out at them? To quote Vincent, its not their fault that we are bleeding.

Those kinda remarks is a bit irritating. And usually girls will say... "No , I am not!!!" which of course after saying this, the girl will then look like Medusa , where in spite of hair of snakes, she will have hair like fires, and eyes slit menacingly and the guy who had just before this been complaining of PMS took a step back and mumbled about something like "Dunno" or "Gotta go".

I don't like blaming things on PMS. But sometimes despite trying to deny the fact of life, I saw that I can be a tad bit emotional during those PMS times. I mean really emotional. And really bad moodiness. Which of course , I would make this up to the person I did horrible things to! I promise! Really! I don't mean to be such a pain really. Estrogen you know. Gotta blame those.

Anyway. As much as I can admit that my estrogen can get a hold of my life sometimes. It is really more annoying if a guy wanting to have that excuse. Noo. I don't meant a guy wanting PMS of their own. Its more like, we are like pissed off because he is late/ did not kept promise/ did a really horrible thing. And he goes on and on in this understanding tone " Ohhh... Is it that time of the month, I should have known. I meant I have calculated it. And I should have been more understanding to you during this hard time.."

I can just sputtered. I meant. Like. What? I am not PMSing. Even if I were. Its got nothing to do with it in the first place. Whenever a guy will say that kinda thing while we are actually restraining ourself from wringing their neck, I felt like stamping up and down and say ..."Nooo, No. This is your fault. You ain't not gonna blame this on my hormones. All of this blame is going on you. Since it is your fault in the beginning."

Crap

Valentines day. Yeah, right. It really does irk me when peoples say 'kafir la sambut Valentine day'. When actually this kind of peoples ( I am of course talking about Moslem) is the one boozing and clubbin and think women are toys. Excuse me, while I puke when you lectured me about. Man , I don't need that kind of lectures from that kind of peoples.

You know what? Sod it. I don't feel like blogging anyway. Not about Valentine. Not about going back to JB. Not about feeling shitty because of something that I couldn't comprehend on what's the hell went wrong or gone bad.

Why? As I always say. Does anyone ever care? Really? You care an uppance of what I might say? Or you are just trying to find something to twist me around and let me writhe? Let me just laugh.

What?

There are many times I blogged when I don't have any topic in mind.

I probably have in my mind like half a dozen. But they were all .... unusable. In term of, fear of expressing myself which may lead others to think otherwise. This would then bring me even more discomfort.

This human to human relationship. Family to family is easy yet somehow tasking. You can't choose your family. Therefore they are force to take you as you are. All those weakness and messiness and ugliness of characters . Nose picking and walking around nekkid and throwing towel on the floor things. Tasking , yes. But acceptance is necessary.

But.. sometimes our family don't suffer the brunt of all our characteristics. Beside family to family relationships. One of the most incredibly hard is other peoples and you.

They don't know who you are. They are no mind readers. We don't know what they think of us too. And it is frustrating at least. Of all superpowers of superheroes I envy, is mind reading. But it must be heart breaking to have that. To know if somebody truly hate you. To know the sadness and pain of others while you are barely holding your own.

So come this moment where other peoples actually have this choice . If you will have that pass into their life. It may not agree with you. But it is their life. You have to give them that. And you don't want people in your life who is inside fighting nail and tooth to get out. You give them this choice to go. But some wanted somebody else to make that choice. So you wait.

As what I read in Tuesdays with Morrie which a friend had lent me in hoping I could see the light. ;p Hah! Right! Like a book gonna change my whole characteristics :P ( but thank you, it is a lovely book and made peoples think, a little) . Anyway the Professor inform the Student. Sometimes in life we are caught in the middle. Two external forces are pulling us in the opposites way. Constantly pushing and pulling. Building a strain to those at the middle. The Student ask which side wins. The Professor smilingly replied, "Love always win". Oh.. it sounds so beautiful. Yet, does it really? Then where does bad choices came from? My 23 plus years could not comprehend this. Youth can be such a despairing stage sometimes.

I love the peoples who I called my friends and who called me as friend. They had accepted me for who I am. All those messiness and ugliness of characters. I accept their weaknesses and failings too. We may not agreed on em. Doesn't meant we love each other less.

Haih.. I miss my housemates.

The Bachelor

Oh, the time has come again! Remember around this time last year I got so hooked on The Bachelor and I gave weekly commentary on it?

Well, I don't really like reality shows. But really. This I gotta see. Last year Bachelor is kinda like a wuss to me. This year. Wow. I like. Definitely my type. He is an ER doctor. If I am hospitalised, I want him to be my doctor.

Seriously, very cute. The way he talks reminded me a lil bit of Logan from Gilmore Girls. By the way his name is Travis. And why ar, whenever they showed the Bachelor having a good time, it must be playing football and running around with dog. How typical and boring. Probably if it is the Bachelorette, it will shows the girl walking down the beach , at almost sundown, one hand holding back wind blown hair. ::yawning while remembering image::

And it made me remembered, reading the profiles of all the girls on the perfect date, half of them said something around like candlelight dinner, or sitting at fireplace, or spa, or walked down the beach. I meant really? You really think you enjoyed it?

Candlelight dinner - it is hot, and you can't see your date well, and you sure damn well can't see the menu well and probbaly just jab something to the waiter blindly. If it is outside, definitely no kipas , so mosquitoes bit you. Never sexy.
Sitting beside a Fireplace - Oh just come right out and say you want to have sex.
Spa - This is so like a girly adventures out. Guys would be bored out of their mind. Unless you are dating a metrosexual of course.
Walk down the Beach - So overrated. Only walk is it? Man, I will put it to swinging from a rope from a tree and went splash down into the sea. Now thats fun. Walked? Nah. You get all sandy and sweaty without the fun of bathing. Blargh!

How fun. I think I am gonna compared the profiles again and see if he picked some these boring women.

Anyway.. this time around I promised I won't give weekly commentaries on it. And this time around the Bachelor seems to like brunette. Got a few blondes. The usual models. But the dark haired one really shine. I meant they are beautiful. I don't envy his position. Wait, probably most guys envy his position.

You got to meet beautiful women. Got to choose the most beautiful and most you liked and rejecting others withouts the girl saying something like "You liar". Since this is a game. It is simply a game. The girls get all jealous and all lament and cried and us viewers felt like screaming "You already agreed to go on a date with a single guy along with 25 others. Get over it!!". But what is reality show without a lil drama eh.

I got some of my favorite girls. I like Susan . She's really beautiful and always smiled even though not so cool. I like Sarah, the Canadian girl. She's really cute and showed herself a bit different from others. I liked Moana, since she's hold a little something back and seems surprised. The others, I need to wait and see first.

Oh yeah I am hooked.

Another rant going your way to make your Monday

An update is pending since you know , weekends meant update. And the weekend is over. Officially over now. As of so many things.

I am feeling a tad blue today. Not feeling so hot since got back from picnicking at Air Terjun Tekala (or whatever it called).

Right now I am feeling oh so disgusted with a guy. I meant why... why.. does he pick me! Blargh. No. I am not talking that he is displaying something like an interest to yours truly. But he is just so interested in talking about his gf (whom I couldn't care less), his opinion on women (which I think is crap since he is one of the lowest of the low guys I ever met), or being his helpdesk tech know it all asking everything from torrent to 3gp files. Pleaseee. I am so tired of being ask techie question on my job, I want to forget it all when I am at home.

I felt like ranting. Why? Oh why would anyone ask anyway. I meant some peoples just misunderstood half of what I say, some peoples couldnt care less. Now lets pick a topic to rant about? There is so many, but really... I don't have the energy of it. Now snubby is asking me now:

snubnozze: apsal ko mcm tak bermaye nih

Herm, why? Perhaps because I am feeling like crap, mentally and physically? Perhaps because an information that had just been relayed make me feel so ... losing hope? Perhaps because so many guys in the office (my office are dominated by guys btw) are worrying about what to get for their gf on Valentine's day and kept on asking me what I will get while I know if I got as much as a Hello it would be my lucky day? On why does I keep on meeting these type of guys? These kind of guys who used me for an outlet to tell of their grievances with their gf, and showered me with praises and shoved me back in a corner when they are back together? I am so tired. Please. I just knew it when I saw their sms blinking. Which I know meant , " I got a problem with my chick, and I kinda like you, so come on.. hear me out, even though when I will be back with my gf in a sec , I will just leaved you alone without any greetings for months afterwards with an occasional hello from YM or the obligatory Raye and Birthday SMS". Some of them even make an annual event out of em. Crap.

Please. Let me just contend with one. Because the rest doesn't think much of me anyway.

Fellowship of the Girls

Girls are such catty creatures. You noticed how shows like The Bachelor and America's Next Top Model sells? Through cattiness. I meant yeah its all fine to watch somebody end up with that good for nothing playboy or if the gawky girl really can be a model. But come on. The competition is all the more interesting with a little spice around. The backstabbing unflowering. The 'laser' words thrown in here and there. The oh so mild sarcasm. That's why there are men. To keep us balance and from killing each other.

You can see some girls is such a demure little thing. But behind the walls she is the one yodelling away saying 1001 swear words. I swear this kinda girls exist.

Fine. Yodell in front of us and go all breathless and breathy in front of the guys. We talked. You can be damn sure we talk. However, if you hurt us as I'll say whats worst than a woman scorn? Another really pissed off woman scorn.

I understand girlfriends and all the rules. Dont ever ever take your friend's boyfriend away. Give support when she have a crush and put her down a little so to keep the hope bearable. Bitch about each other to each other. Never bitch to anyone else. Share all trinkets and stuffs and cosmetics but don't tiru your friend off.

Pretty simple aight? But some of the worst thing I have ever faced is the one being brought by a so called friend. Girlfriends nonetheless. One who I laugh and tell things too.

I remembered a girl (no longer my friend since that day) who shouted at me for being selfish and how I hold everybody down and I shouldn't call myself a friend. In the middle of the mall. Next to a crowded escalator. The reason? Our group of friends (consisting of 8 to 9 girls) were going out for some things, and I got a curfew. Need to get back before 7pm. Yeah, I am pretty domesticated, then. I just informed S I gotta go now and will catch the bus myself. And suddenly all hell break loose in front me. She was shouting herself hoarse. I was too dumbfounded to reply. Every eyes must be on me. All I did just look at her in disbelieved. In my head, she must have hate me from the beginning. She must had shouted for 5 to 10 minutes. I never know.

After she had paused and look a little out of breath, all I said, " So you are finish?" and leaved in search for my other friends (we were separated to 2 groups when got to the mall) who were shopping. My face must have betrayed me when I got to them telling them I am leaving. My friend F demanded to know whats the hell wrong. I summarized what happens and my other friend T who was there and followed me , nodded mutely and added in a few words.

F went scouring for S in the mall there and then , of course pulling me along. F is a pretty hot tempered person so I kinda went with her anxiously since I am among the mild one among my friend. (They would laugh themselves silly if reading this. Shut up. I am mild! :p) . You don't wanna mess with her when she is mad.

If what happened between S and me were like America attack on Iraq; sudden and no defense whatsoever, what happened between S and F is like when Germany meet France in WW2. Its like the clash of the titans since these 2 are the most hot tempered ones in our group. I can't keep track of all the words and insult being thrown to each other. F kept on saying" You shouted at Dila, bla bla bla?" and "You are the inconsiderate one..., kan Dila " and ALL dirty laundries and laundered there and then. And I just wished that the earth would opened up and swallow me whole. Oh, I forgot to mention. We manage to stage this scene next to the escalator, again. We were red faced and whispered "Dah dah la tu... org tengok ni" (don't a crowd love a little girl fights, all there is left of is pulling hair and mud or Jell O to make the scene complete) , and my friend A is crying openly asking us to stop. But its like we were transfixed. Never had we seen such storm of force.

I don't remember how it all ends. What I remembered (or suddenly remembered since I tend to block unpleasant memories) is that F did get the last word and then dragged me and the mortified ones to a taxi and back home.

It all went spiralling down then. Not our group of friends. We are as strong as ever now. But our friendship with her. We decided to boycott her. No one shall talk to her ever again. (Schoolgirls remember). She have to go back alone and learnt her lesson alone. Of course I have to be the most soft hearted one. Since I can see how lonely she is. And S realized this.

So one day, she asked me to see her. (tarik to be the word). I think I remembered seeing my friends was frozen midaction when they saw S taking my hand. She sat me down at class (By the way all of our gang of friends in one class). And suddenly, she flung down her head and cried out sobbing at my shoulder, (literally. My shoulder was basah lorrr at the time)

"Dila, kenapa sume orang treat aku camni?. Aku tak paham ape aku buat salah". Uhh.. I think I know, I think. My friends were looking at me , gaping.
"Sampai hati F buat aku camni", F was throwing daggerlike stares. I was feeling the heat.
" Ko aje la yang baik hati tegur aku". I patted her hands gingerly.
"You are truly a friend"

I. Am. At. A. Loss. Of. Words. She begged me to put in a good words about her to F. Never an apology to me. Not a word regarding what she had said to me. Never. Ever. Its like that chapter in the mall had been burnt off her memory.

F and my other friends then shred me to pieces for being too nice. Heh. But S did looked so pitiful and angry though I were, it's kinda hard to see that. And of course later WW3 erupted.

Things happened what is to be the end of things. I guess we just got sick of it all and needs to end it once and for all. Where it happened? Less crowded place. But we couldn't find a better audience. In front our classes. I honestly can't remember what triggers it. But it was a mess. No pulling hair or throwing things? Wait. I think they are. Oh. That was me and another story. Anyhow the words are harsher. More insinuations, more fingers pointing. More girls crying left and right. Some of us stay at the door resolutely daring anyone to go out and look for a teacher. The boys were petrified and stayed at the end of classes. If they could climb wall, I believe they would. Before that they closed all the windows since peoples from other classes were now coming out to hear and see whats going on. A teacher did came at the end and we were counselled and lectured about. That was the end of the fight. We ended our boycott. I think we ourselves heaved a big sigh of relieve. You cannot outlast a feeling of anger. It tend to wear you out.

But her and me are never the same. So does the rest. Our group is still together. Some of us grew apart , but we do remain close. But she is never in the gang anymore. She is no longer a part of us.

A piece of life

There are 2 items in the paper that caught my attention today (well yesterday, but lets set aside technicalities will we).

One of them is the dissatisfaction of bank's customer regarding the implementation of a 5 working days a week for bank customer's. Many peoples are writing in expressing their protest for this. Not really a protest but you know what I meant. Some of them suggest an alternate week working or improved in infrastructure or technology. Some of these view do have a point. Some of them are just expressing disbelief on the bank itself in installing the do it yourself kiosk but putting these kiosks inside the bank hall itself. If the bank is close, it is just off limit and served as another decoration in the hall . Kinda beat the purpose, right. Anyhow I guess I do understand both of the sides. The bank staffs and the customers.

I used to work briefly at a bank. Have to work on Saturday really sucks. I meant, no happy happy hours in Friday right? You missed precious time there. And you feel really sluggish on Saturday. You kept on looking at the clock wishing the hands would just flew to show 12.30pm. Not to mention, no sleeping in late. Oh the sweet luxury had been taken so cruelly away from you. We are of course only humans.

Then I changed work where I work Monday to Friday, where sometimes you have no time to go to the bank. Either to the bank you go or go hungry and sweating yourself out running to the office not to be late in lunch hour time. That is if the bank is nearby, like 10 minute walk. 15 minutes or 20 minutes walk? You might as well forget it. You won't reach your office in time and then would get an earful from the boss. Thank God for online banking.

But I do not need to inform that of course there is limitation. Sometimes you need to deal directly with the bank staff's itself. Go to the bank, find place to park, filled out repetitive boring forms, wait for the longest time, just for the pleasure for more depletion of money for some functions which you just could not find the button to click at on your online banking websites. Saturday then it is the only time you can find to go to the bank and do all these . Its no great joy to the customer too. We much prefer to do different fun fun things. Like jogging sleeping.

So this implementation is just not feasible at this moment. Unless we can do almost anything just a click away. Which I seriously doubt in seeing happening this soon. If they still go ahead for this, I guess all those pesky payments and opening accounts and stuffs will just have to wait. Forever.

The second items is the murder of a young girl in my very own hometown neighbourhood. Bandar Baru Uda. Reading about it, makes me sad. She is just so young. Secondary school girl. Murdered and then thrown into a drain. It didn't mention the location of the exact place. Knowing my own neighbourhood, I kinda get the idea where such isolated drains can be at to serve such a perfect place and opportunities for such miserable scoundrels of the earth. Humans are such animals sometimes.

My fingers felt so heavy to type this. I guess since its strike so close to home and also to my heart. How horrible it is to be this girl's family. For the grief and disbelief they are facing. From what I read she is last heard and seen after leaving her house on her way to school at 5.30 a.m. I believed she was waiting for the bus. The usual bus that I used to take myself when I used to attend the school near to the poor girl's school. At the usual time that I used to leave home too, to get to the school in time.

At 5.30 - 6.00 am. You think after azan Subuh were heard, you are safe? Cars and people are even scarcer at this time than at 3am in the morning. I remembered all the men I encountered on my way to wait for the bus. How they wait in dark corners. Calling you, looking at you, gathering all your routines. How your heart stopped when they came near. How heavy your feet feel when a car stopped near you at this time offering for rides and you know they don't meant to get you to your destination. How your hands trembled when you learnt you need to hold that piece of rock all the way to the bus stop.

I don't know what to say more. My heart goes out to the girl and her family. I felt the peoples who had done this will get what's coming to them. But if they do, will they remember that moment? Will they actually regret what they had done? Would the deed haunt them until the day they dies? Or they will just laugh and forget it and live their life posing as respectable citizen?

Be safe girls.

So Life Goes On

As people says.

I wondered.

The older we get. The wiser we are? Are we? Or the young one at hearts are the one who really lives?

Twice bitten, once shy? Or have a little hope?

Which is which. Someone called me a decidophobia. So many things gone wrong when I had decide. So many things goes wrong when I let it happens.

I goes on in uncertainty. Rather than face the dread, the horrible realization. I do not want to wake up one day, sinking, thinking I rather died than face this day. Day by day. Yet sometimes I woke up restless. Wishing this would end.

The above do not make sense right? Perhaps the right peoples reading it would think it made a whole lot of sense.

You want to know what I want? Imagine this.

You are had been walking high and low in the hot scorching sun. The heat was unbearable. The thoughts of an ice cold drink is irresistible. Yet you walked on. Left and right. You see peoples around you holding their own glasses. Drinking , sipping , laughing. And you then reached your place. The ice cold glass of drink water is waiting for you. You forgot all. You reached out and take it. Greedily gulping it down, quenching your thirst. Trickles of the ice cold water flowed down from the corner of your mouth down to your neck, trailing a cooling sensation.

Let just says, it is something like that.

Where tying the knots... is harder.

Now. Gals. Face it. The older we get, the lesser our circles of admirers are. The pool are getting smaller and smaller, and the guys pool are getting bigger. But hell.. if you want to widen the pool a bit.. be my guest. As to quote Whose Line Is It Anyway , "If you know what I mean".

But of course being usually a straight girl, I am of course are facing this reality too. However hold on your horses, if you wanna say that its about time that I realize that since ... hello... I am still in my early twenties. Still got time to shake and make my future before I bid goodbye to singlehood.

Most Asian parents felt it is necessary to put a little pressure on their daughters who had just finish studying on the question of marriages. If it do not come from the parents, you can be damn sure to hear it from the other members of the family. The not even close one where you only meet every Raya. Bleurgh.

We are young. We are free. So we treat all those to just talks and buzz. But, I also looked around me in seeing the more harsher reality. The old maids. The one that had been left on the shelf. The one who cringed when one of the makciks carelessly asked for the 10,000 times, years after years, when is your turn . The one where who hold their head seeing the other makciks glanced meaningfully and pityingly at them after hearing that thoughtless makcik ask the question. The one where the young one wondered whats their past love life might had been and the old fidgeted in trying to find the match. Any match.

The matchmaker. Our family were always laughing on their antics in trying find a match to whomever she might think are suitable. Like once, somehow one of this matchmaker are looking for a guy to match up with this colleague of her. She must had run out of decent guys. So the matchmaker got her son to ask his teacher if he was single. Oh.. what wouldnt I give to see the teacher face when a 10 year old ask ,
"Cikgu, mak saya suruh tanye kalau cikgu ni dah kahwin ke tak?"
( Translation: My mom wanted to know if you are married ? )

Erk. And after she knew that he is single, she gave him some home cooked foods and kuih for a little while. And she even wrote a letter to the teacher asking her son to give it to him ( I have no idea what is the content of the letter, probably explaining her intention kut) ! Oh.. and by the way it didn't work out. I believe the teacher was a little freaked out.

You gotta gave her credit for that. One of the most determined matchmaker I ever met.

But would the girls that didn't ask for this matchmaking scheme appreciate this? I myself wouldn't like to imagine myself in that position. And let's face it, the little pool that are available aint that attractive anyway. There must be a catch somewhere right. Did not all girls wanted a fairytale ending to their life? Nonetheless to quote another words
" You are not Puteri Gunung ..." . So what are the options available?

If you are a successful career woman.. yes you can carved your life. Be single. Peoples might talked. But they talked a little bit softer. Behind you.

If you are living with the family with a bleak future and no career . What can you possibly do ? Would you actually want to take the widower with the 10 kids? Or that guy who nobody really wants but somehow think you might be a good housekeeper for him?

Tough decision.

And what if.. somehow one of these heart get broken because the other party adamantly say no. Somehow a hope is raised and yet before it see sunshine it is crushed, again. To go and tell somebody that other party refused.

Guess.. the ayat " Ala.. kalau susah sangat, suruh mak je carikan ", is actually more susah (complicated) than you might think eh?

So the sign keeps on screaming..

It is so weird. I always have this gory dreams. What's weirder these gory dreams always is connected with shopping or I am at a mall. Is it like a sign somewhere trying to say I might be murdered by zombies or maniacs while shopping; kinda like Land of the Dead scenes where the zombies are trying to get to the shopping avenues and eats all the peoples there.

There you are... picking your choices either you want to opt for the jeans with the cool back pocket design or the jeans that have just the right stonewash color you want and Gahhhhhh! Came a zombie tearing through the racks of clothes, wanting a piece of you.

Last night gory dreams was, there is some kind of demon warlike thingies that like to cut peoples head off. I have no idea why he wants to cut my head. I meant he don't necessarily cut peoples head off for fun. But there is a reason for that. I think and think. I forgot. It might be because we resurrect him from his pit or hole or something or I think we are just there to witness it since he is so ugly when first appeared . This creature I dreamt of got horns and all and the face goes all pointy and have sharp razor teeth. And because of that the vain and ungrateful git chose to kill us. He went and chased us with his sword. And when we are hiding, he turned into this Antonio Banderas lookalike, his hair all curly and touching his shoulder, wearing a 3 piece and goes all charming to the peoples asking where we are. I think in the end, we manage to kill him. Ahh.. now I remember. We killed him using his own sword.

( I know this is too weird for you peoples to digest.. but hey.. it is after all a dream)

The thing is.. all the time when we were hiding or running away. It is always in a shopping mall. I meant you gotta admit. The mall is a good place to hide. You got all this beds and clothes and racks and partitions. I meant there we were running away, ducking, sliding, crawling in a mall. Oh , in case you are wondering I do not know the peoples in my dream last night.

And many of my gory dreams involved the mall! Alien invasion and shooting down humans with laser ? Where? In the mall of course. Somebody was trying to kill me with an axe.. where do I run in circles? In the mall! Vampire cannibal thingies hunting around for peoples after dark and have its base operation on a restaurant shop .. situated where else but the mall! And I the restaurant shop that I dreamt of, suddenly came real to me when I was walking at Ikano Power Centre! It is the same. I almost stop dead in my track and gaped at that shop in front of peoples ! Looking at the shop gave me goosebumps now. I meant.. don't be silly la Dila. Vampire cannibalistic thingies that love meaty peoples don't exist. Right.

So is it some kind of a sign? Stop shopping or be killed? Naahhh... Probably a sign that I should get better acquainted with shopping malls in case of alien/zombies/vampires attack. You never know.

Tadaima ~

Got back today. A bit tired. Somewhat numbing. And no pics. Heh. So I don't feel the need to post a long entry. I guess, thats why my sentence a bit short. Or my brain refused to function normally.

Nonetheless lets list down somewhat valuable lessons I learn during my trip to Kedah for my sister wedding.

1. Ant bites are particularly painful and leaves a stinging pain and reddish mark. So what do you peoples meant by " Macam kena gigit semut je "?

2. It is not always wise to draw out large amount of money. It doesn't stay large and depleted alarmingly.

3. It is sometimes wise to bring own mother when shopping. She will encourage to spend more (since you are not using her money anymore) . Plus you would not have to heard her exclaimed , "What? Another pair of jeans/pants/blouse/clothes/bag again!"

4. Padang Besar is not that nice as the one in Kelantan. However that do not deter me from buying 3 clothes, 1 bracelets and few other things I forgot.

5. Gold is in. Thin, thin one.

6. The sofa can be a comfortable place to sleep in. And thank Heaven I do not sleep talk.

7. I can't be a pengapit to taller peoples. Can't hold the umbrella.

8. It is that easy to be strangely happy in a matter of a glance.

9. Kedah is exceptionally hot but windy. I think I am darker now ( Squint at own hands)

10. Travelling with family that always provide lots of foods and encourage you to eat more can undo the hard work you had put in to lose weight for the past 3 months. :: Wail ::

Hot Gossip Anyone?

I am as guilty as the next girl. I have to confess this. I am sometimes ashamed of it. But heck. A girl have to have a pastime.

I like celebrity gossip. There. Its not that bad. Oh and I don't look into those Pancaindera or Mangga or what-other-tabloid-gossip-filled-magazine. I love those Hollywood gossip. There are so juicy and full of spice and human drama. (You won't find our local artist saying they had an affair with his children nanny) . I just loved reading MSN gossip when I get to work. Kinda like a cup of coffee before starting.

The biggest drama in our local scene is when Erra and Yusry separated. Full stop. Only that is worth mentioning and it even make it to our frontpage headline of our so called respectable newspaper much to my disgust. Why they can't put the news in a more suitable section? Of course it lack the details or anything. But I guess that is even more informable and gossiper (if such words exist) than the usual gossip column.

" Pelakon A ni dikhabarkan pergi minum-minum, mabuk-mabuk, di sebuah disko Z. "

"Penyanyi B ni berkahwin senyap2 dengan Dato Y, tanpa pengetahuan isteri datuknya. Kemudian si isteri Datuk Y ni datang la ke gerai Penyanyi B ni mengamuk dan mencerca... "

" Penyanyi C dan Penyanyi D ini khabarnya bermesra-mesra, tak nampak macam kawan biasa. Pegang2 tangan, peluk-peluk. Ini yang peminat yg memberitahu saya.."

I meant come on laaa. Who the hell is A, B, C, D ? Of course they always said,
"Kami harap dengan niat memberitahu cerita ini supaya Pelakon/Penyanyi A - Z akan sedar akan kesilapan mereka".

That is just bulls. If they care enough, they would tell the guilty parties to their face. At least hint on it. Sometimes it is just so vague.... That I believe once it even created more gossip where peoples point the finger at this one unfortunate victim who is just as clueless and left defending herself at Melodi. That is why I like Melodi. (The only gossip media thingies I kinda approved). They literally chased the artist down. Ahh.. the path of a true paparazzi are yet to come to Malaysia.

You want to be a gossip columnist? Have more backbone to your writing.

And now.. the latest paparazzi news that is to shook us down. Hollywood I meant. You wouldnt expect me to announce :
"Pelakon A dikhabarkan sekarang adalah tunang Dato' XYZ?"

(nose crinkling up in disgust)

Okay. Resume. My all time favorite actress and sex bomb is preggy. You haven't heard? You lived on Mars I assume. Ok. Angelina Jolie laa. I won't say it is true. It can be true. But unless I see the bulge and Brad Pitt lovingly pet Angelina tummy and saying how they gonna make great parents and even better parents to their adopted children, I will still have that doubt that this is just some over enthusiastic peoples trying to get some rise or excitement after meeting the sex bomb herself.

Now the kid who will have the gene pool of Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie, gonna be one hell of a looker. That is of course , if the DNA will be kind and do not let all the bad side shine through.

I don't care so much for Brad Pitt as I am in love with Angelina Jolie. I meant of course it is sad and all that Jennifer Aniston and Brad Pitt no longer together. I do like Jennifer Aniston tolerably well. She is cute. But what is not to love leer about this!

Picture curik at: msn.com site

If I am butt ugly and in need of plastic surgery and have tonnes of money. I will make myself looking as above!

Woah! Total celebrity girly giddiness. But yeah. I do love reading all this gossip nonsense. Especially the one from Msn.com and of course my new favorite blog; Pink is the New Blog. Lots of pictures of actors/actresses/singers looking and behaving like mere mortals. That is enough to cheer up my day!

P/S: And also yeah. For UTPians who had just got their result. Congratulations! You got through somehow. If you don't.. well let just say Education ain't everything.

Hari Raya Haji of a So Called Workaholic Blogger

Today is Raya Haji. Today I worked. Big Deal. New Year also work, Christmas work, Merdeka Day also work and Chinese New Year I will be working too no doubt. No Biggies...

I woke up early. Lazily looked at my computer. See downloading progress of TV series and JDo. Looked at alarm system at home and turn it off. Definitely do not need Security Company to call early in the morning and asked if any burglar had ravaged our house or not. Then I curled up on bed, thinking to myself.. EL la today, MC laa.. don't wanna work, wanna be a lazy bugger . Also doing smsing and replying sms on "Selamat Aidiladha ". Yeah.. Selamat Hari Raya AidilAdha to you too. Thinking to myself if only I have cornflakes at home. You know, the feast of pagi raya. Cornflakes is enough la. However our neighbour makcik sebelah who is also a Johorean gave us some Nasi Tomato and Sayur Lodeh. Yeah! Eat eat.... My sister was still busily cooking her Chicken Curry even when I had gone to work. Eleh, sis. See.. nasib baik makcik kasi nasik or I would still be waiting for your chicken curry.

At noon when I came, Khairan showed the pics of Shai mockingly crying at a tiang somewhere on the vicinity of KLCC. They were heading there for Solat Sunat AidilAdha. They have time to have fun too I guess, looking at the pics. No wonder the Malay guys at the office are all wearing Baju Melayu. Shai wore songkok too. Peoples are in a slightly bad mood, because it is a holiday. Whats worse than working in a holiday? Working in a holiday mood while in another part of the world everything does not ceased to halt just because Malaysia have holiday today and somehow manage to push itself to be a busy day. Customers call making my blood boiled and simmered, emails grew alarmingly (no matter how much I replied, it stayed at the number 123, the taking calls in between time too does not help, nor does blogging ::smirk:: ), corporate customers demands... haih.. Chat? Blardy hell with em. . Boohoo.

But.. Alvin L. came and ask

"You wanna join for pizza ar? We are having it delivered later".

I said yes immediately, and only then I reached for my wallet and realized only got less than RM10. What? Oh yeah.. the Chicken Maryland and Crabmeat Shark Fin soup last night gobbled up my money. But they say, no matter they pay first. Hurray.

Half an hour later, the pizza came. Guess the pizza delivery service way better than McDonald. The morning shifts peoples ordered McDonald today and it took em 2 hours to deliver to our office. Weird huh? Need to import it from Seremban ka?

The foods was put in the middle. The smell so delicious. However needs to wait for the one who paid la to eat first. If not... tak malu sungguh what. A little bit later, things calmed down a bit we feast! Wahh.. nowadays my appetite came back with a vengeance. It must be the smell and sight of the McDonald food earlier. I think we ordered and ate Chicken Supreme, Super Supreme, Chicken Wing, Coleslaw, and of course the complimentary always lousy Bread-Cheese Stick that is edible only when eaten with other food . Heh.. and I finished the big bowl of coleslaw. Now... Full. Joseph said no need to pay laa.. Ar? Free ar? Eat some more la gitu. Herm, but still would ask them later on.

And here I am too lazy since I am too full. Nasi Tomato + Sayur Lodeh + Pizzas + Sinful amount of Coleslaw = ::Yawning::

Will continue to work until 10 pm. Continue to eat no doubt when back at home. So .. no fun or interesting events there. Just more foods! (Look at waistline and sighed)

Hey.. I definitely am lively when writing about foods eh...