A Pair for Every Girl

To the Moon

2011-11-11T21:04:00.000-08:00

Every trip I make I would like to make it count. This particular offer was too good to just resist.. I was offered a place on a space shuttle to go to the moon. Speaking about over the moon, I think I was over Jupiter! I made it!! I never thought I would be even asked to go on this epic trip. Oh wow... then I remembered I was pregnant and I was unable to participate in the expedition... then I awoke and it was 3.30am. Damn the tea I drank at 6pm.

The Change

2011-11-01T05:58:00.000-07:00

Talking about changes. Wow.. where can I begin.
After feeling weird for a couple of weeks, I finally used a home kit which informed me that I was 99% pregnant. This was on the 8 Oct 2011. I finally confirmed the 1% with a gynae on 15 Oct 2011 that I was indeed 10 weeks pregnant.

Awesome. I thank God that I did India and had super fun despite being pregnant. It is only God's grace that He enabled me to do a bucket list item. No symptoms of any pregnancy except for my inkling for it.

Honestly, I am still in the 'are you sure?' zone and am not sure how to react, respond and understand my impending role. This is HUGE.

Funny that God would enable us to get the new property closer to home. At that time, I suppose we did not know I was pregnant. Yet I believe God led us to find a house which we love. It is just amazing when we speak of God's timing. This means that all our plans to go home is accelerated. No more procrastinating but the time to go home and to grow roots is finally here.

Again, I don't know where to start, what to pack, what to expect. Throw in Rfs and that is another unknown...

I pray that baby is well, healthy and grows up fearing the Lord. I pray that Rfs is able to love baby as well. I pray that I will be able to cope with all these changes. I also pray that somehow my bucket list will not be so much at the back burner. So HoMe, here I come. God, here we go.

Amen.

Protracted Neurosis

2011-08-07T01:26:00.000-07:00

The past 3 days have been really blahh for me. It is the end of my 1 week break and I am definitely not in the mood to return to work. Just as I go through this and feeling the need to get inspired all over again, I make a remarkable discovery.

I was cleaning out 1/8th of my cupboard yesterday only to realise that some of the pages in my journal was being dog-eared by some t-shirts. Upon pulling everything out, I could not help my self but to look into my journal from a hundred years ago and take a skip down memory lane. Well, flipped through all my adolescent struggles and re-lived my mission trips to Burma-Thai border and all.

Later in the afternoon, on the way to get Rufus for the dawgie hotel, we stopped by Canaan Land. Usually disinterested in all the books which I could gain knowledge if only I loved to read a tad more, I came across one of those social justice books. I could not believe my eyes when I flipped through the pages, and saw a very familiar face - it was R whom I met in Chiangmai way back in 1995.

Wow! God has a real sense of humour. Imagine seeing a familiar face in such a random book, in a little less random bookstore on a really random day. Wow.

R was with Ps. Timothy Laklem in the Asian Tribal Ministries and they were the ones who took us oblivious youth up to the refugee schools in the mountains at the border. - And R, our interpreter and guide with Mr. Snuffleupagus eye lashes, developed a liking to me. Anyway, after that trip, it took 3 3-hour letters to convince him that I was too young to run away with him (he was about 10 years older).

Anyhow, due to the postal systems and all we lost contact and that was it. The last I met him he had a girlfriend and was doing ministry with the other Karen refugees.

When I flipped the page of the book, I was delighted to hear that he is the president of the Karen community in Nebraska and doing so much for his community and a father to 3 children. Wow :)

I will try to get in touch with him. Just as how God enabled Jester and I to contact each other again, I believe this is God's way of telling me to not give up and to hold on tight for the journey up ahead.

Thank you God for reminding my soul that You are in control and You have placed me in the right place at the right time for the right reasons.

Bucket List matters

2011-07-17T01:13:00.000-07:00

Time and time again I hear myself saying -"yeah, need to do own business, no more slaving for someone else's kingdom."

The issue is when, what, where and how.

There are so many questions to ask and reconcile first before letting everything go. Anyway, recently a friend of mine and I finally put our money where our mouth is and bought some pieces of clothing that we could sell to friends we meet or on FB. I have made 4 sales and it has made me think that we can do it and should do it and will make it.

Well, 'making it' is relative - but I am quite proud to say that I finally went on to start something rather than just talk about it.

So - we are still bobbing about managing it as we go along, at out own pace. It feels good.

Looking down at the blog, there are still things to do before I hit 40. I thank God for taking me this far and giving me all that I need. I am contented with what I have and all the experiences He has allowed be to go through.

As for a birthday entry - turning 35 did not happen with any fire works or a big great bang. (Thank God). All I know is, partying with char koay teow and umbra peng is bliss.

:)

Indifference

2011-04-16T22:01:00.000-07:00

Spiralling Sunday neurosis is not advisable. So what better else to do on a Sunday afternoon but to blog my blues away. We should all stop awhile and smell the roses. I feel that the prime of my life is being eaten away by the hustle and bustle of work and things I HAVE to do. Anyway, for now a good cup of tea and some cheesecake would have to do as my coping mechanisms. I feel a bit irratable today. Its the house mess, the things not done, the dishes not washed and I cannot be bothered. Sometimes I want to be the carefree one. I want to be the one to be picked up after. I want to be the one who expects things to be done. I want to be the one who is pampered. I want to be the one who can just leave things unfinished and know that no one will nag. I guess I am tired of being the 'bigger' person, the person to rely on, the person one would go to for anything. I want to crawl into my cave with my cake and tea and not come out till things are done, the mess if cleared, the dishes washed, the world perfect.

Living

2011-02-27T03:11:00.000-08:00

Just 2 minutes ago I got to know that my friend had gone to a better place after battling with cancer for a few years. She was strong throughout. She took cancer by its horns and stared it in the face. She achieved much and inspired many.

This is a reminder that we have to live life to the fullest and make it count. Mel B, you rock forever.

Fat

2011-02-08T00:52:00.000-08:00

I suppose I never came to terms with my fat till now. When I thought I was obese, I actually looked like I could be blown out the room with a fan. Now when I thought all in fine in my world, my MIL insinuates I am not good enough to roam the land of planet Earth because I do not have a figure to grace a centrefold and do not have kids so that other people will not look down on her. Ok. Back up a bit. My world is fine and I am very happy with all that the good Lord has blessed me.

Granted, I love my food. I proudly declare that I live to eat. I would insist on euthanasia if I could not taste food any longer. However, I surely do not think I am THAT fat for her to compile a scrap book of ads and products for me. FYI, amongst the ads are some other ads about fertility and yada yada yada.

So, the issue at hand is not about her. It's about me.

Am I really so fat? Do I look disgraceful to you and your family? Do you really need a granchild to be validated? Am I going to have kids someday? Do I know my husband's sperm count?

I already know the answers to all those questions but just needed to get it out of my system. It was a flashback to my insecure self when I was very much younger and would strive and wish I was someone I was not. Those days are over baby, I am all me and here to stay.

As I sip my tea and have a foodgasm with my butter cookie, I thank God that I am wonderfully made - warts and all :)

35 going on 105?

2011-02-08T00:40:00.000-08:00

What hits the snag is a bunch of 35 year olds, all pretty and dainty talking about pains and aches for 2 hours. I did not know what to do... to scream or to scream some more. Of course when I say pretty and dainty, I am not speaking about myself. They were my ex school mates who met up for dinner during the holidays.

Well, I came away from the dinner feeling all tired and sapped. No one shared any significant issues in their lives, no one edified another person (apart from dishing out advice on which doctor to go to and what how much time it took to recover from some leg pains), no one listened.

As I sat munching on my salad and nibbling some pizza, I developed an ear ache and a stiff neck with all that listening and pretending to be interested in 2 hours worth of pain.

Pain begets pain.

Thank God it was over if not I may have developed some terminal illness. :p

Full Circle

2011-01-16T19:32:00.000-08:00

When I was 17 I went to this obscure village in another country. It was a life-changing experience and the seed to fight for the voiceless and to eleviate poverty flourished. I met my peers who did not have a fraction of all that I took for granted - such as parents, school, pocket money, a home, a fridge, a tv, police, hospital, clinics and a country which I could go out any time of the day and not be shot dead.

Seeing how my peers survived even with the lack of basic amenities just made me wonder the fragility of one's securities.

When I left the village and bid farewell to newfound friends, we sobbed like someone had died. They knew and I knew that the next time we ever met again was in heaven or some other place not in this lifetime. As months went by, correspondences via snail mail dwindled, postal services were unreliable and the last we heard that village was burnt down after an attack.

It has been years ... but 1 month ago, I got in contact with one of them whom I met there when he was 11. He is now in another country living out his passion as an artiste.

I thank God for His hand on my life all these years. More so, I realise God never abandoned me in my times of despair and when I thought I wasted my time not pursuing my passion. In fact, it was within His plans to mould me to who I am today.

By God enabling me to get in touch with my dear friend whom I never thought I would meet again reminds me of His faithfulness in times of my faithlessness. It reminds me of never giving up on God because He is God. It reminds me that my big picture is just a tiny speck in God's BIG Picture. It reminds me that I should clear out my cupboard more often as the younger me may have left some surprises for the older me :)

Sporadic Emergence

2011-01-14T19:00:00.000-08:00

Being the Lockness monster that I am, this blog has just been sitting in the back of my mind.

This 2 years have been me living life and having adventures which I never thought was possible for me. God has a funny way of taking you through the unbeaten path if you ask for it. It has been a wonderful ride, with the good and the bad.

As I take stock of my life, I will not exchange it for anything in the world. I am not rich, I am not powerful, I am not drop dead gorgeous, I am not a genious, I am not famous, I am not a rock star (yet), my teeth aren't white enough, my hair is thinning, my eyebags are have their own postal address, my neck feels like a old railway track... (ok I shall stop here lest I get depressed)

BUT I am contented, I am happy, I have my family, I have good friends, I know why I am here now, I love what I do, I have food, I can come home and hug my dog, I am at peace with myself, I can always do more, I know that God is with me.

Having a fulfilled life is appreciating the untangible, taking the chances and laughing till you vomit.

Amen.

One of those days...

2009-02-16T02:06:00.000-08:00

Today, I did not want to face work.
Today, I caught up with myself.
Today, I wanted to just sit in solitude with a cup of tea and the newspaper.
Today, I just wanted to be still and ponder.
Today, I cooked dinner.
Today, I realised that I have enough hangers for 2 loads of laundry.
Today, I folded the clothes.
Today, I drank the 'Happy Drink' which was made out of Cadbury Hot choc. (Its nicer with our good ol Milo)
Today, I did not want to speak to anyone.
Today, I wished I had Astro.
Today, I wished that tomorrow was a holiday.
Today, I wished that I can just finish all my office work.
Today, I thought of all the time that has gone by and wondered what God would say.
Today, I hoped that there will be a better tomorrow, for me, my family and the multitudes out there.
Today, I am going ask God what am I here for.
Today, is the day that the Lord has made.

July

2008-08-05T04:21:00.000-07:00

All I can say is ..."What a month!!!!"

Bad things happened but God meant it for good. Be encouraged. I remember when I was younger, mom used to bribe me with food to go visit the dentist. Sometimes things we go through are painful and difficult, once done, we realize that we don't have a bad tooth anymore and that we gained a bar of Toblerone (it was a BIG thing last time..)

God has his plans. Who am I to question? I am human nonetheless...I still ask questions but God surprises me with the answers. We are in good hands..

Things I Want To Do Before 40

2008-05-17T18:46:00.001-07:00

I thank God if I live to see 40. I want to celebrate life by doing these things. God help me as I place these milestones one at a time.

1) Reading the Tamil news.
2) Performing at a rock concert.
3) Traveling half the world and giving out aid and food.
4) Speaking Spanish like drinking water.
5) Clearing the mess in the house.
6) Bringing down my hip size to, say, just right?
7) Learning to cook super power rassam.

*List is not exhaustive

Wasting Away

2008-05-17T18:35:00.000-07:00

As my partner-in-crime said to me, I am still stuck in CNY and giving out angpows...

Actually, it has been eat, sleep, work, work like dog, then sleep and occasionally going to the loo.

I love my job but it is laden with the bureaucracy that even before starting the fight for humanity, you are already down with food poisoning from what your boss gave you for breakfast.

I need to do something more significant. I need to get out there and do things I am really passionate about. I want to go back 10 years ago when I was super idealistic and had the chance to embark on many things. Now, I am just jaded and looking through the rubble of my broken passions for something to salvage.

Someone please help me.

Chinese New Year's Eve

2008-02-06T22:29:00.000-08:00

Cooking, washing, cleaning, cutting, wiping, stirring...... I am so tired I could die.

The in-laws are down and that is just the thing I needed after working like a dawg for the past 2 weeks. When it rains it pours.

Every household have their own culture. If I am expected to cook 24/7, NO WAY HOSEA!!!!!!!!!!!! Well, if no one is fussy then it does not matter much. However, MIL wants to cook this, do that, eat this, suggest that..... aarrgghh

On top of all that she 'mentioned' that she does not want to tire me out and asked me what I was thinking of doing for the meals on NY eve. I told her that I was thinking of buying food home and then start preps for the dinner after a non-fuss lunch. Nooooooooooooo .... she then suggested eating rice. Thank God I am the Queen of frozen stuff from Penang!! I took out all my frozen dishes we cooked whilst I was back in Penang and heated everything up. No complaints as it was cooked by my si foo back home.

I was on my feet from 10am to 11pm. Doing all the above. I like cooking but not under these circumstances.

The steamboat dinner turned out well and they enjoyed the yee sang.

Now planning the next meal and slaving in the kitchen.

No Comprendo

2008-01-13T05:48:00.000-08:00

Maybe I need some explanations here. Someone help me out....

Another Day Another Year

2008-01-04T01:15:00.000-08:00

Blessed New Year to you all out there.

Stepping into 2008 I have seen many changes. For a start, I can now save 5 minutes a day by taking a newly opened road from my house (every bit counts if one is 32 going on 40). That means less swearing and being in a better mood in the morning.

I have also undertaken a temporary swap of portfolio at my work place and so far, I have been doing new things which is giving me a sense of being. I am excited to wake up in the morning again. :)

Last Weekend

2007-11-12T05:27:00.000-08:00

Yesterday and Saturday were very tiring but very enriching. I met a person whom I have not met in 15 years. I have not written about anyone for a long long time now but this person just compels me to do so.

His life is so colourful. I have never met a person like him before. I am so proud of him and am really moved whenever I think of him. He was 16 (Form 3) when he decided to leave his broken life behind him and follow the things he has been daydreaming about. With RM80, he took the boat to India, went through Pakistan, Karachi, Iran, Turky, hitchhiking all the way to England. There he joined the British Army for 9 years, posted to Germany, learnt German in the nights, met his German wife, studied photography and now retired as a renowned photographer in Germany. His son is continuing his legacy while he travels to fish in Norway, to eat durians and meet up with his Penang friends.

He loves dreaming and without dreaming, one dies. He says to keep on dreaming. He says never to give up and never think that anyone else is better than yourself. He says to keep the faith. He says to be humble at all times. He says that one has to be positive to achieve the dreams. He says cease the day and live for the moment.

I knew him as a really fun character. Very jovial and will go an extra mile to keep you happy. He is still the same, just older and wiser. This time around, it was special. I was so teary eyed when he went onto the bus back to Penang and then to Germany next week, I could see that he felt the same. I don't know why I feel this way. Perhaps seeing him 'making it' despite of his difficult beginnings has been inspiring to me. I don't know why. I am an emo bag now.

Runs

2007-11-12T01:38:00.000-08:00

Today is the perfect day to have the runs. Not only that it is a Monday but I have been so darn tired with work, I feel like screaming. Between sessions on my porcelain throne and office, I will take the throne.

After having my sleep being interrupted, I can remember 2 significant dreams. In the first dream I was witnessing a tsunami from an apartment block (further away). I remember having recorded the incident in my camera. I could see waves being formed and how it flooded the city below me. It was really scary. We then had to evacuate the said apartment block. I could remember saying to another person that we are now refugees and have to cross the border to be safe. hmmm

The next dream was my house was burgled but the thieves did not take anything as there was nothing in my house for them.

I can derive a lot from these 2 dreams but I think it all boils down to the lack of having a better work life balance and having something to look forward to in the future.

Now I am gonna curl up and drink soup and perhaps listen to some Spanish hunk sing.

Me Time

2007-11-02T23:14:00.000-07:00

Wow the year has flown by without any warning. Today I have some 'Me' time on my hands.

I woke up at 5.30 am and went for a long long walk with some church mates. Of course the driving factor was that 2 of my teenage kids wanted to go ... so I had to go lar. Anyway, the walk did good. I went grocery shopping, cleared the house and now thinking of going to a flea market.

Today, I wanna just chill, thank God for things that I take for granted, thank God for family and friends, thank God for a job, thank God that He has taken me this far in my journey. ..

I had one person who asked me 'Why was I born into a nation of turmoil, into a family which is too poor to help themselves, into so much strife...'

I did not have any answers.

There is so much that we can give. There is so much we can do. Isn't it great that we are capable of impacting a life or a situation. Its just amazing that we were made for such a time as this. Hmm.. ok I will stop preaching.

Ever read Mr. Pink Whistle - by Enid Blyton? This may sound crazy but the Mr. Pink Whistle series made a lot of impact in my life. Mr. Pink Whistle was the one who went around helping people to make things right. He was positive, always wanting to overcome than to dwell on the problem, and most of all, bringing joy and spreading some love around. Wished I had some magical powers to make the world a better place - faster.

Marilynn is in fluffy bunny mode today. :)

TGIF

2007-09-28T03:56:00.000-07:00

Credits

2007-09-21T09:13:00.000-07:00

I wonder why people leave immediately after a movie ends.

I just watched Ratatouille. It was good, with an original storyline.

After the film, people just left. Aren't we supposed to appreciate the people responsible for the good production, the artform, the wit ...etc. Hmmm... what is worst is that these people who wanna leave are preoccupied with stretching, scratching, yawning, turning on handphone.. all in front of you whilst you are trying to watch the screen. Nonsense.

Now I feel like cooking like a rat. :)

Soup

2007-09-09T05:19:00.000-07:00

Yay... I finally got down to making Pumpkin, sweet potato and carrot soup. Will be freezing them up and bringing soup to work for the next few days. This week shall be the no-oil-(except butter :P) week. I am gonna have toast and vege for lunch. *Lets see how long this lasts*

There's no bandung in Bandung

2007-09-01T00:09:00.000-07:00

Yes folks, there is no drink called bandung in Bandung, Indonesia, instead it is called Syrup with Milk. There is also no mee bandung anywhere. There is a variety of Baso and many many things are with cheese. I can live there :).

I love the FOOOOOOOOD in Bandung. OMG... where do I begin. My luggage consisted of Indonesian Instant Noodles, Black sauce, coffee, tea(s), Indonesian junk food. *faints*

Weather there was brilliant except for the dust due to the dry season. Shopping there is just mad. If you are for LV and the works, then there will be the place to just rake up a good figure on your credit card. Anyway, I did not have to do all that because I already felt like a million bucks. Taking the public transport was 5000, water was 2000, a meal would cost around 10000.... I must say that my math improved when I was there. :)

I went to see my friend who is studying there as well as teaching the community children English. The Indonesian rich are obscenely rich and the Indonesian poor are obscenely poor. An average monthly wage there is about RM250. No wonder Indonesians flock here to earn the RM150 extra.

Anyway, it is good to be home. Miss the roti bakar there....it is the best in the world. Ask me why the next time you see me. :D

Break...

2007-08-24T19:01:00.000-07:00

Finally, I am now on my much NEEDED break to Bandung, Indonesia. It has been just a whirlwind of work everyday. Zingy agreed to me going on a retreat/holiday/buddy time to Bandung with my childhood girlfriend. God Bless Zingy!!!!!! I told him that I would want to do this before I am preggers and before I become an old wart.

I plan to sleep, shop, go for a massage, eat, go for massage, shop, eat, sleep and ponder on life for the next 5 days.

:D

Bleh

2007-08-20T07:31:00.001-07:00

I am having backaches, bruises on my legs, a stiff neck, twitching eyes, and eczema on my fingers...... I wanna dig a hole in the ground and crawl in there with a piece of cheesecake and some Earl Grey tea.

On a totally unrelated note, I had a great weekend last week. It was the best Saturday in a long time, with great company, the best cheesecake and the best Cambodian chicken. Yummmmm

1st Instinct - Blame the other fella...

2007-08-15T06:43:00.000-07:00

K asked me for directions. I told him, he said yes yes yes. Then called me up again to say that he was lost. Then proceeded to tell me that I should not have brought him to an unfamiliar route.

I answered 'then ask me for what'??

WHAT???? WHO?? WHEN???? WHERE??? WHY AM I BLAMED WHEN SOMETHING GOES WRONG? Who called whom? What was that all about???

What I am riled up about is that the blaming was a reflects action...to blame me!

:(

NONSENSE!!

#1 Cause of Annoyance

2007-08-08T08:02:00.000-07:00

You go to a restaurant. There are 2 of you. The waiter/waitress only gives you ONE bloody menu to look at. The same service if there were 4 persons...

Then if 10 persons are on the table, they give only like 3 menus to look at.

Blind or what? Expect us to crowd round one menu to see issit??

Why do they do this? I don't get it. I really really DON'T BLOODY GET IT!!!!!!!

Cheesy Love Stories

2007-08-01T09:23:00.000-07:00

I am having trouble sleeping now because :-

1) I drank tea at 6 pm
2) I ate 2 dinners
3) I just watched a really cheesy love story on tv.

Well, this love story was about this orphaned boy who has a heart condition. He then grew up into this really handsome guy who is shy etc. He worked in a cafe and falls in love with this waitress . This waitress never knew of this until one day she was nearly raped by some gangsters and Mr. Angel Hunk came to her rescue. How come he was there to save her? Every night after work, he will follow her home (from a distance) to make sure that she reaches home safely. (so sweet)

So they fall in love. He is the PERFECT boyfriend with a perfect doggie. Then one day, the same gangsters came to beat him up and stabbed him. That triggered off his heart condition. He died on his birthday. Right after a hockey game with girlfriend.

I am stressed.

Why can't the producers just let them get married and live happily ever after?? Why must he die? Isn't there enough suffering and stress in this world? Tsk tsk tsk so suey.

So. This got me thinking about situations like these and meeting true love etc. Eh can't help being mushy la. Oh oh Mr. Angel Hunk also said that he did not want a heart transplant because he was afraid that with a different heart, his love for her will be different... so cheesy larrrrr. Haiya ... Do guys say AND DO things along the lines of "you complete me"..? I am not talking about flowers (from florist), chocolates and fancy dinners. I am talking about things one does from the heart. Like doing the laundry, ironing, cleaning the bathroom to its completion, and doing it because he does not want my hands to be rough. Or that mopping the floor so that I need not hurt my back carrying the pail of water. Or having the initiative to make the house look pretty for me.

I must say though that Zingy does some of these things and I appreciate these actions (as much or) even more than jewelery or money etc (not that I get jewelery or money in lieu of the above services). Heh heh...

It all boils down to the language of love. The problem is guys don't speak the same language. Perhaps God designed it this way so that it'll be a challenge for the guys and so that they will not lose focus and get lazy..... really? hmmm I know of guys who speak this language fluently and they ain't interested in impressing any girls.

Guys better buck up if not all girls will be swinging to the other side... and vise versa... (added to make this post politically correct).

Security Blankets

2007-07-30T07:20:00.000-07:00

Here we are again. It's a Monday. Aarrggh. Being out of the office is nice but not having your normal bed, pillow and stuffed Elephant is torturous.

So. Just to feel more comfortable in a foreign place...like hotels and etc, I usually bring my mum's sarong with me. (A clean one, of course) It makes sleeping in a foreign bed in a foreign place more 'sleepable'.

Since I was young, I've always had a pillow 'busuk' (smelly pillow which refers to a security blanket). Eventhough I will not particularly die if I do not have it with me, I am surely more comforted if I had one. I don't think I can grow out of it.

On another note.

One thing I've learnt. How do you judge a hotel? Check the toilets first. It'll be an indication of what to expect. eeeeewwww

11 Year old????

2007-07-14T07:40:00.000-07:00

Check this out!

More than meets the eye

2007-07-14T06:37:00.000-07:00

Today I went to see Transformers the movie.

My, my, all I could see was lots of metal everywhere. Send them to Penang and you'll get rusty Transformers.

For one who only watches cartoons and Lord of the Rings, I don't mind watching it again. (Perhaps getting better seats further from the screen.) I like the Linkin Park song.

But Of Course,

The girls have to be pretty

All of a sudden everyone from Qatar to Australia knows what The Cube is. (I am still figuring that one out)

Everyone converge (from nowhere) to fight the bad guys.

The good characterbot who died only spoke 2 sentences in the whole movie.

Except for the Bots in colours I could not make out whom for what. It was just metal here there and everywhere.

Good=Blue eyes Bad=Red eyes (except for one blue-eyed bot who is a bad guy).

Why doesn't Optimus Prime stick the cube into Megatron and just kill him off straight away.

Sack the Sec of Def, why endanger the whole city when one can go to some desert or something to fight your guts out.

(This list is non-exhaustive)

Anyway, I like the song by Linkin Park and Optimus Prime is so macho (and he does not need to be hairy). Wouldn't mind spending another RM9.

I like her !

2007-07-13T08:50:00.000-07:00

She is so cool! Here is another one. Just great. I feel so happy :)

Tuesday Blues

2007-07-09T05:52:00.000-07:00

Tomorrow is Tuesday and I have to WORK!!!!! AAARRGG!!!

Just that I have just come back from a long weekend and I do not want it to end. *sob*

I think I need an environment change at my work place or a very long weekend. I just feel bleh...

2007-07-07T11:58:00.000-07:00

I don't get it.

I strongly believe that birthdays are for the mothers and not the child. I mean, all the kid did was to pop out in all oblivion. Mum on the other hand had to carry baby for 9 months, puking for 3 months (or possibly all 9 months), battling stretch marks, feeling like crap and then going through labour for forever and then more toiling and gnashing of teeth bringing up baby.

So, in conjunction with my birthday today, my Mum should be cutting the cake. My mum should be getting the birthday dinner and my mum should be getting the presents.. :)

Blessed Birthday Mi!

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My first day at 31.

You know you are 31 when :

- No matter how interesting the evening is, you feel really sleepy at 9.30pm.
- Your birthday dinner is a dinner thing that starts at 7.30pm and ends at 9.30pm.
- Your birthday song is sung softer.
- Your 'cake' is made out of little cherry tomatoes with bunny ears and not a sweet sinful cream smothered cake that will go straight to the hips.(yes my good friend actually did some vege art and turned cherry tomatoes into cute little bunnies.... it was so cool).
- You start to be on screen saver mode by 10.00pm and go on auto hibernate at 10.17pm.

Anyhow, this was one of my best birthdays. I spent it with my family and old friends (whom I met by chance!). It was just great. Even sleep deprived, today has been just so worth it. I live for days like these.

zzzz with a :)

No. 31

2007-07-05T10:39:00.000-07:00

This is my last day to be 30. Imagine going on to my Four - O. The thing is, i may be 31 but I feel like a 23 year old. I still remember the stuff my friends and I used to do, or talk about, laugh about.

My best friend and I used to do loads of stuff together when we were in our twenties and very much single. It was college in the day and Planet Hollywood in the night, right up to 1am or 2am... without transport home. Nonsense... tempting providence to the hilt. God must have been sending guardian angels and doing an overtime on us.

If my daughter would to pull a stunt like this, I will lock her in the highest tower guarded by a fire-spitting dragon. Oh yes... mummy can summon dragons :)

Shang - Ri La Putrajaya... NOT

2007-07-05T10:20:00.000-07:00

OMG...

One should NEVER go there for buffet lunch. It was such a dissapointment. For RM50++ - RM60++ something, I thought it was a heavy breakfast buffet in a 3 star hotel.

Sheesh... they don't even replenish the trays. The fish whatever was swimming in oil. The chicken whatever was having an oil bath as well. Everything was the spicy-oily type. Eeek!

Pokoknya, don't have meals there. Not worth your money and time. Even the tea tasted like left over bittergourd juice with brown colouring.

Finally!!!

2007-07-03T04:41:00.000-07:00

Yes!!!!! Finally I am taking 5 days off work to go back home to chill. You cannot believe how much I need this break. Everyday has been back breaking in the office. If this continues I will look like a 90 yr old. Have to check out the market once again. I need a job that pays well and gives me time to chill. ..... Yeah right!!

Eyes falling out

2007-07-02T07:50:00.000-07:00

Form sunrise to sunset, I am toiling in the office. Doing a million things that does not necessarily go towards the 'work of the day'. So it piles up to one big mess and then will one day blow up in my face.

I am so tired. My eyeballs are twitching...

The office nearly caught fire today. Good thing a colleague put it out. As it turns out, the fuse thing at the florescent lights gave way... perhaps from heavy usage.

I feel for Mr. Florescent.

Unassuming..

2007-07-01T04:58:00.000-07:00

This is so cool!! Enjoy!

Spare Tyre

2007-07-01T04:23:00.000-07:00

Zingy now has a more active social life than I do. I have to keep up.

My idea of a good weekend is about spending time together, doing things together, bonding...

NOT

-taking a 7 hour nap and then realize the weekend is too short to even do the laundry.
-then after the 7 hour nap, takes lunch at 2am in the morning and finally sleeps at 8am in the morning.
-then realize that one has screwed the working Monday and that one is perpetually tired.
-forgetting that one has a wife who needs some TLC eventhough she is 90% of the time independant.
-being on the net every waking moment.

I am frustrated.

Can't he ...like organise his cupboard or pick up after himself.

I have realised that many times when he speaks to me, the sentences are half way, referring to wrong words etc. Y'know like when someone is watching TV and speaking to you on the phone. Sounding distant and scattered, thinking about other things and not really concentrating on the conversation.

I know he has a good heart and all. He has the best of intentions, and he is really intelligent and his brain works faster than lightning....

Sometimes these small things really get to me. I have to be more positive I guess. Close 2 eyes and get on with everything else.

So now, I am alone, with my new laptop (thank God :) ) and thinking what to eat for dinner. Zingy ffk me ... so what to do? I feel worse because I hate Sunday evenings/nights. I am all alone facing the impending arrival of Monday. Perhaps I need to go out, travel outstation more often. Perhaps he will eventually realise that I've been gone for a month and try to spend time together?? I feel overlooked. Shelved. Taken for granted. Not appreciated.

(Is this how God feels when we have no time for HIM?)

Mummy

2007-06-30T04:08:00.001-07:00

I love my mum to bits.

If God blesses me with children, I want a daughter/s. Daughters are so precious. The connection between a mum and her girl is just so different. I love my mum because she loves me unconditionally.

If anyone does anything to her, you wait buster....

...Now that is where the blenders come in :)

Blogger's Block

2007-06-30T03:45:00.000-07:00

I used to have many passions. One of which was writing. However, as time passed by, passions were sacrificed on the alter of obligations. Studies, exams, job, relationships ...yada yada yada...

Now, perhaps it is time that I resurrected that interest and try to express myself in this manner. My expressions throughout the years have been pent up somewhere. I still don't know where.

So lets see where this blog will take me....