Wednesday, November 12, 2008

I'm officially telling you this

Wondering : Will I die of contamination if I eat apple and polish my nail at the same time?

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I HATE JESSICA SIMPSON.

I hate her eversince the first time I see her on her stupid annoying high pitching I Wanna Love You Forever video clip.

I hate her when she pretended to be dumb blonde by not being able to tell the difference between chicken and tuna (trust me, even Paris Hilton can do that. Nick Lachey did me a favor by leaving her)

I hate her EVERYTIME she steps out on the red carpet and give people that same boring mouth puckering pose like a gazillion time especially after her lip augmentation.



Sickening.




I'm ugly.



Please love me.



I hate her even MORE when she had several fling with Adam Levine of Maroon 5 (T_T), nevermind John Mayer Jennifer can have him, and eventually decided to move on with Tony Romo and make his life miserable.


I also hate her because she hates Carrie Underwood partially because she's jealous that Carrie and Tony used to be a couple but mainly it's because Carrie is hotter (not to mention, smarter), successful-ler, and undeniably prettier than her. And with what little f(l)ame she's left in her, she's determined to compete with Carrie (seriously??) thus try her luck at country music only to realized (or have she?) later that she should just give up her career and stick to be Tony's little cheerleader.


There is just so many reasons to hate her, isn't it?


In short, I hate her for trying too hard.


But most importantly, I hate her for

self-destructing by letting herself over-indulged in love and turned into this piece of shit.
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I just threw up a little in my mouth.


Okay I shall end my rambling here. Bye.




P/s : Btw, if you share my annoyance towards her, here's a website that I would definitely recommend you to visit. All you gotta do is laugh your intestines out. Bye.

Sunday, November 9, 2008

The downside of being famous

I have always been an avid reader of Kennysia.com since the early of my bloghood. His credibility and tactics in exposing the truth to the public without being too outspoken neither too wishy-washy is simply admirable. And you can always rely on him to brighten up your day with his everlasting sense of humor if not lame joke. Not to mention he can write in incredibly good English unlike some blogger people who blog with limited vocabulary who can't even spell 'dissappointing' correctly (one s or two ah?)

But just when I thought he would continue to speak his mind out for the public, he refrained. His most recent entry titled 'Look It's The Prime MinistZZzzz' was altered hours shortly after it was posted up on his blog. The original entry was about him posting pictures of our Prime Minister dozing off during a convention in which he sarcastically describe as "in deep thought".

Eventhough I don't adore him for doing that (altering) given the reason was "out of respect, concern and consideration for the organising committee of the National Integrity Convention" but I truly understand.

I would be freaked out too if MalaysiaToday were to display the article of me poking fun at the Prime Minister on their highly controversial webpage. Hello??? It's MALAYSIATODAY. A news portal that even the man who took out the keris karat and shouted for Chinese bloodbath and his superior wife reads it. And the man who said bloggers are monkey living by the rule of the jungle only to prove himself to be one of those monkey later. And our longest serving ex-Prime Minister who published a controversial book titled 'The Malay Dilemma' that later entrenched his image as a Malay ultra.

Ring a bell?

Aiya basically everyone is reading it la (except for maybe bimbotic bloggers who only care about what they are going to get for Christmas yes I'm anti-bimbowannabes don't beh song me).

Insulting the Prime Minister on your blog is one thing and insulting the Prime Minister on your blog that later got linked to MalaysiaToday is another thing. Personally I don't mind jeopardizing my blog for facts that I wrote because I only have like ten readers and one comment so far so it is highly unlikely that Najib will come across my blog unless he's a blogholic but then that's most unlikely also since he's got many C4 task on his hand. But if Kennysia.com closes down it would be like the extinction of porn websites and that's pathetic. Especially to his diehard fans.


Politicians either love or hate MalaysiaToday. If there's anyone who can prove that "The pen is mightier than the sword" it has got to be Raja Petra Kamarudin.


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I'm a cowboy. Only smarter :)


This is the man that I would look upon to and proudly say "You da man".


This is perhaps the only Muslim that I would dare to go to the kopitiam with and drink kopi-o together without fearing if I might offend his feeling or being seen as "inconsiderate".


And he is by far the most ideal Muslim that I have come across of that I would willingly vote to be my country Prime Minister. If given a choice.


Wanna know why? Here's an article that he submitted on his website yesterday. It's titled 'I'M A MALAY, AND PROUD OF IT' Here's a few of the many lines that I would like to quote from him :

"Imagine a 13-year old girl killed in a most brutal manner because she was raped by three men. Should it not be the three men who should have instead been stoned to death? And do you not wonder why Islam suffers from a serious image problem? Muslims should take stock of what they are doing and understand the disservice they are doing to Islam"


"I pointed out that the Friday prayer sermons run down the other religions. I also argued that we are told not to ape the non-Muslims or take them as our friends as the non-Muslims are sworn enemies of Islam and can never be our friends"


"It is time the crutches are removed and the Malays learned how to walk with their heads held up high. Malays have to be made to believe that the Ketuanan Melayu and the NEP is an insult and that it suggests Malays are weak creatures. Malays must be proud of their achievements and not credit their achievements to the protection and special privileges they enjoy because they are Malay. The Malays used to be a proud race"



"I would like to believe that I am what I am because of who I am and not because of Ketuanan Melayu and the NEP. I take pride in that"



There, straight from the heart.


You tell me,


how can I possibly not love him?????


I was so moved by what he said I wanted to stand up and shout "HIDUP RPK!" so much but unfortunately I didn't cuz toomanypeoplehereandIdon'twanttolookstupid BUT still... I almost cried wtf whoever that cried while watching Titanic is stupid and you should ask your mom to do you a favor by running your dad's car over you that movie is stupid people die everyday just because one of them survived to tell the her story only to be exaggerated later deserves to win 11 Oscars, another 76 wins, 48 nominations and become the biggest box office ever in history is it wtf.


Now you know MY ASSUMPTION of why KennySia (I cannot bring myself to call him Kenny like most of his fans does because that would sound like I'm trying to act kawan baik with him and no I'm not that horse face (beh bin wtf hahaha..haha...ha) omg I'm doing too much of the bracket thing already like ( and ) you know what I mean omg I'm doing it again wtfomgwtf)


The truth to my assumption can never be justify but one thing's for sure, I bet KennySia is damn proud that his wisecrack-turned-serious post got handpicked by the wise man himself!

Okay, maybe not the man himself but still... it is definitely something to be brag about! (except for the altering part) I guess? No?

Friday, November 7, 2008

Yesterday

I got my period. Right now, I look like a 9month old pregnant puffer fish with a stomach cramp. Things cannot get any better than this. Awesome.

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Leaving for KL later. Bf's mom is going for vacation (again!) and she needed someone to look after the business for a week or so therefore bf had to volunteer and victimise me again :( It's going to be unsurprisingly boring because all I get to do is going online and surf. We'll have to wake up at 8 every morning (tragic!) and leave the house by 10 for work. This is so insanely unusual for me us okay because our usual routine is to sleep at 8am (him at 6) and wakes up in the afternoon for lunch. I don't know if whether I can adjust to this I hope I don't continue to laze in bed after the alarm goes off and overslept myself again like the other time and the time before that.


On the brighter side, I get to shop until my bf drop! Hope I don't overspend again because you cannot afford to overspend Sam you hear me no you can't goddammit you're broke remember??????? Right. Other than that I get to spend the whole day in an airconditioned room surfing, watching CSI (and I bought a new Taiwan series I HOPE they don't suck), get myself occupied with games, blogging (I know, my life is so cool right :) and so much more basically my "work" only requires my supervision that is if the new worker don't screw up. Hope she can say fifty cent as fifty cent instead of five cent unlike the one that we hired previously who cannot differentiate between five cent and fifty cent ( same goes for ten cent, twenty cent, etc) and stubbornly stupidly insisted on speaking Bahasa Melayu instead of English to our African/Utopian customer wtf she's so stupid I almost stab her with the edge of my keyboard.


Scenario 1 :

Bf's mom : Aunty cakap awak ikut ulang okay?
Frog under coconut shell (FUCS) : Okay
Bf's mom : Ten cent
FUCS : Ten cent
Bf's mom : Twenty cent
FUCS : Twenty cent
Bf's mom : Thirty cent, forty cent (until one ringgit)
FUCS :Ten cent, two cent, thirty cent, forty cent, five cent, sixty cent ...
Bf's mom : ...


Scenario 2 :
A black guy walks to the counter to pay

Bf : Beritau dia tujuh puluh sen
FUCS : Seven cent
Bf : ...


Scenario 3 :
Since we set rules that customer pay before using the pc due to certain reasons...

Black guy : PC7 please
FUCS : Bayar dulu sebelum guna (wtf?)
Black guy : W-what? I don't understand, can you speak English please?
FUCS : Bayar dulu
Black guy : ... #@%$$&^@!!



I've always knew that Kelantan is a rural and underdeveloped state but despite this I assumed that it's civilians is still the same as anywhere else in the country but now she somehow makes me want to change my perception on that. I was literally dumbstruck. Still, we put up with it and try to take things one at a time and helps her to sharpen her English. And then, instead of working harder or at least pretend to be grateful, she throws the towel in after only A WEEK of work and the most annoying part is that she's not even bothered to inform us until bf's mom ask her to pick an off day. According to her, she's decided to go teaching at kindergarten.


>_________>


God bless the kids there.


Back to my story. I hope bf's mom buy a lot of stuffs for me otherwise I'm going to show my beh song's face and starve her son for 3 months.


Weeeeeeeeeeeeeee~


Now I'm excited.


Mwahhh!

Thursday, November 6, 2008

I'm so crazy I sleep at freaking 8am everyday

It's true. However this post is not about that.

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You know what's worst than having the dreadful and agonizing 7 days of menstrual?

It is having to endure the much loathed 7 days of pre-menstrual symptoms. beforehand.

I have like 3 pimples on my face now, arthritis strikes every now and then (is it normal or is it just me?), and I look like a walking puffer fish with a pair of bloated boobs clinging onto my chest crying for help.

And I swear I could feel them BOUNCING when I walk and that suck because it hurt okay!






Wohoooo isn't it wonderful being a girl??


You gets to play dress up, wear make up, be bitchy, do manicure/pedicure, cry and fight like a bitch (pun unintended) , ask your dad/boyfriend/some rich uncle to buy expensive stuffs for you, drive like a retard without getting kan by people, bargain for discount, let your pc kena tio virus like 245,846 times, shave your armpit's hair and then have ingrown hair that itches the hell out of you, go through hours of tormenting pain in labor while your husband watches you forcing a human being out from down under there (and the placenta, of course), lactates and breastfeed until your neh sag, grow old and wait for your husband to cheat on you and tell you that he's not emotionally a.k.a sexually attracted to you anymore, suck it up and live with it or file for a divorce and if you're lucky you get to split half of his assets provided if he's rich otherwise you ended up in some old folks home knitting sweater for your grandchildren AND...and...most importantly, we, girls, get to have bloated neh neh that hurt the shit out of us once in a month!:D


The endless list and blessings :')

Yay.


Anyway, haveyouheardityethaveyouheardityet?

Obama won the election (yay again) and Madonna is finally divorcing Guy Ritchie (yay?) I don't particularly take interest in any of these two nor am I any of their biggest fan (but I do know that Obama's mom and grandma is white and his brother-in-law is a CHINESE from our country wei wtf I'm so proud wtf sob sob wtf I guess that pretty much explained the victory because he's a little bit of everything. Madonna? I only know that she is an overrated singer and drag queen who loves to perform in a one-piece swimsuit and cone bra).



One of the many ways to make your partner dump you is to role play in this


Apparently, I just like to jump on the bandwagon and join the hoo-hah because I'm so cool like that.


I'm going to bed now good night morning

Friday, October 31, 2008

A friendship post

Sorry for the lack of blogging. I have been kinda hooked to my PSP lately haven't got into the mood to blog lately due to my pathetically boring life. No kidding. I don't club, shop, bitch or travel as much as any ordinary blogger should in fact my life is basically just about nothing. Okay la imma stop giving excuses and just admit that I am helplessly lazy. sometimes. Don't you just hate it when people deny and give excuses? Me too. But I can't help God created me this way.

Plenty has happened since the last time I blogged and I am glad that nothing much in my life has changed from there. I pretty much gave up on being a "charitable relationship counselor" to them after realizing that it has gotten him/her or better yet them, nowhere despite the length of time given. Wound definitely heals in time but I just thought that one year might be a little too long and even after one year, it still seem like a fresh cut to me.

I mean, really, as a friend, I try to be there as much as I could to provide necessary comfort and advice for your depressed soul and even when I'm not physically there to talk and accompany you until the sunrises, or wait for the both of you to sort things out and trying to salvage whatever there is left to while I patiently sits for 3 hours at the mamak in the middle of the night hoping that the both of you reconcile, despite all those dreadful episodes, I never fail to lend a listening ear.

Until it happened. It happen when you make me talk so much about relationship but you never once listen, instead you chose to go against it knowing that it is wrong and when shit surfaces again and when your wound bleeds again you come crying for me hoping for consolation and then we're back to square one again.

Most importantly, it happen when I'm always there to mend your broken heart while I continue to neglect my untreated wound allowing it to bleed to it's last drop. You make me feel like a loser. A doer with a hypocrite mind.

"You shouldn't lie"

You think I don't lie? I may not lie when it is unnecessary but that still does not mean that I don't lie do I?

"You should move on already"

Who doesn't know that moving on is hard? Do you seriously think that I'm so over my past already? Seriously?


You get what I mean? Saying is easy but doing is a whole different story and I am so sick of saying things that sounds right to everyone but wrong to me. You make me feel ashamed of what I said. You make me feel responsible for the things that I said and I don't want to feel responsible for things that I don't meant to say but had to because it was the right thing to say to you.

And what suck most is when you make me say them, make me feel bad for it, and then you deliberately forgets about it the next day while I ramble about the stupid right things that I said.

So stop it. Stop whatever you're doing because you're indirectly mentally tormenting me and leading me into Miseryville everytime you make me question my own ability and everytime you remind me of my past with your story. I can't allow my wound to heal with you constantly reminding me about my past and questioning my own decisions.

I am certain that we can overcome this if we stick with each other and walk together but I need you to pull yourself together and don't let the past continue to haunts you.

Phew. I feel so much better now!


No hard feelings if you do read this I just had to let it out. Nonetheless, I still love you for all the stupid things that we did together during these 15years of our friendship. Just don't intoxicate yourself and make me clean your pukes again. Ew.




Btw, what do you think of my new bangs?


Lotsa loves! ;-*

Wednesday, October 1, 2008

My first time

taking LRT.

Boooo! Gotcha! What were you thinking just now huh? Lol.

Finally, this deer is no longer any ordinary deer who got into a village (rusa masuk kampung) or some mountain tortoise (suaku) who has never use the public transport before (except for bus and taxi which I last rode a few years back can't remember how long). In fact, this deer is no longer a deer! She has transformed into a.....swan. <-wtf so unrelated


Sometimes I really wish I could blog.


Anyway, here's the pictures that speaks a thousand words! or as proof for any of that matter ;p


Date : 26/09/08
Day : Friday (or was it Saturday?)
Meeting point : The Coffee Bean, Midvalley Megamall
Partner In Crime : Rachel Yeong a.k.a McMartha (the name speaks for itself!)


Never judge a book by its cover. An excellent chef.
( Credits given after I tried her mee goreng, it was exceptionally good)


However, people with great cooking skills are cunning. She succeeded in pranking me to meet up at The Coffee Bean while she sits at Secret Recipe (located right in front of TCB) chuckling away at my lost expression. Bully.



Stop wasting time and starts to camwhore




We acted tourist and take picture as a "remembrance".
Sorry my face too sexy here cannot show.



Rachel dressed like some rich tai tai but wear sandals and take KTM. She say "wear comfortably" wor. Damn right. I wore heels wtf.


Multitasking = Wait commuter + pretending to be tourist camwhoring.




Found the perfect angle. Bright enuff. Can cover flaws. easily.



We didn't manage to take picture in the KTM because it was too crowded and we were holding on to the commuter's door. High level skill you dunno one la.




We made it to KL Sentral! *open champagne*




Hooray.
*play 'We Are The Champion" song*



Pre-train phobia. I shrieked like shit I don't know if shit shriek like me.
I thought the train is going to break into halves. Rough ride.



Post-trauma. See my leg position. Changed already, they were crossed just now.
Lyke tis better balancing mah.



Rachel's one a bit blurry but can still see her selipar sandals.



Us posing in the LRT.




Random picture.
Ally went to chop off her long long hair because she depressed.



Random picture again.
This is Ally after she reversed into someone else's car and become depressed and starts to bang her head against the steering wheel. Kidding on the head banging part.



The next thing we know, we're at Sungei Wang Plaza! Easy breezy ;)
Upon arrival, we get free sample of deodorant. Not those small packet of sample but the whole bottle of deodorant. Rachel got a little annoyed and asked "our armpit very smelly meh?"

*sneer*



Candid picture of me trying on shoe. Face inappropriate to be reveal here.
I bought a pair of gladiator sandals (yay) because my feet hurt so badly I cannot pretend to be sexy any longer.



I made Rachel compensate for the fugly candid just now.
I threaten to burn her designer bags if she refused to take another nice picture of me.

After done buying my shoe, we meet up with Rach's friend at Dome.


A very good looking guy with shit attitude. What a waste.




"I don't see what's wrong with attached guys going to KTV hugging P.R.O because we need to ying chou (socialise) our boss mah. As a girlfriend she should be more understanding."

"I like DKNY apparels more because A/X is just boring. It's everywhere!"

"I don't like my Camry because it's too spacious" <-then buy Kancil la dumbass

Blah blah blah.


This, is what I call beauty without brain. There is no such thing as perfection okay don't be stupid. Much explained why I never fall for rich/handsome/famous guy (the combination of any of the two). Or maybe I'm genetically designed to discriminate them.

So yeah, *slap slap* *kick crotch* *karate/taekewondo/ thai boxing*
khiao ni.



*continue*


Still happily posing after kena threaten.




She then threaten to rape me if her picture don't come out nice.
Luckily it came out perfectto. Bravo..bravo.. <-wtf act Italian




Me attempting a demure look.

FAIL! FAIL! FAIL!


End of post. Get out of my blog now!

But come back again kay?

Mwaaahh! ;-*

A guy fell off from my condo!

I witnessed it first hand and OMG it was fucking horrifying! In fact, I don't think I should be talking about this right now because the spot where he fell is just outside the window facing me now.

-__________________-


It gives me the creep. Even as I'm typing this wtf.


But I really should start blogging about it already after 2days of refusing to do so after I've been so traumatized by it that I couldn't sleep at night and I've been insisting that Dearie (wtf) follow me around the house EVERYWHERE I go and I peed with the door open wtf T_T


It happened yesterday afternoon just before we were about to leave the house for lunch. It has been raining cats and dogs since the morning and I was in the room getting myself ready while Dearie was in the office room surfing. And then it happened.


"Pooong!"


The impact was so loud and clear it made the whole building shake a little. Dearie jumped from his seat, a lil' jolted and asked if I'm okay thinking that I might have carelessly dropped something very heavy, like the refrigerator wtf. I walked out of the room, still a little oblivious to what has happened and I thought maybe the person who stays the floor above us might have fallen something heavy like a refrigerator.


As I walked into the office, Dearie asked me "what happened????" and I told him I have no idea and it wasn't me to which he jokingly replied "you ren thiao lou ah (somebody jumped off the building)???" He then walked towards the window (the one in front of me now wtf T_T ), swing open the window (those full length window) and to his horror, he saw a body with the back facing up RIGHT BELOW HIM.


Panicked, he turned around while looking at me with the most gruesome look on his face and say "it's real!".


Everything was so surreal and I couldn't believe what I heard I think I asked "really???!" like a gazillion times while dearie continue to ignore me and ran down to the guardhouse calling for help. It was still raining then and I was left all alone in the house terrified and not knowing what to do. Despite the heavy rain that is pouring down, I could still hear "its" <-temporary usage cry for help.


"Heeeaall.........heeeeaaa.........heeaaaalllll........." (repeat three hundred times)


The voice was so weak and sometimes unclear when being drowned by the sound of the pouring rain. It was so scary I could feel my hair standing. And then, instead of using the phone to call the ambulance (cuz I figured the guards must have called already by then), I called mom for some consolation and also because I seriously need to calm myself down before I breakdown and cry.


The moment mom answers the phone..

Mommy : ahhh..why? *cheerful voice*
Me : Mommy somebody jumped off from my condo! *panicked*
Mommy : huh..yameh...male or female? *still very calm and I could hear her ba gua (nosy not the the feng shui tool or barbeque meat wtf) friends talking and laughing at the background which means that she's having her mahjong session again*
Me : I don't know! Dare not see! And now "its" crying for help! XXX went down to call for help and I'm alone in the house now, very scared!! *still panicked and going to breakdown anytime soon"
Mommy : Yameh... young or old one?? -______________-
Me : I don't know! I didn't see "its" face! I scared! *walking around in the room this time a lil bit annoyed already*
Mommy : hmm...he jumped from which floor?? *nice try mom*
Me : -___________- @#$#!@%^%&^!


At this time, dearie come back and I told mom I gotta go and that I'll call her back later. Dearie took another glance at him ( by this time I know the gender already yay wtf) this time through our kitchen's window where he can see his (victim) body laying motionless right under his (dearie's) nose.


We hurriedly took our keys and rushed to the guard's office to check how's things going on over there and to see if the ambulance have already arrive. On the way to the guard's office, dearie complaint to me about how slow and unprofessional the guards is in handling the matter. He said he ran to the guard's office and told him that somebody fall off from our block and you know what that blardy guard said?

*In hokkien* "I don't know la..I dare not go and see"

Seriously, I didn't know that when his mother was giving birth to him she left his balls inside her womb.


Anyway, by the time when we got there, there was a lady with her young son waiting for the ambulance too. From what I heard, she stayed the floor below us and she could see the guy with the blood covered head and split buttock (gross) right in front of her kitchen. She was sobbing uncontrollably she must have been so traumatized by the sight.


Long story short, it took the ambulance more than 20minutes to arrive and 25minutes for the bomba to come which is ridiculous because the fire station is located right in front of our condo! Tsk tsk tsk..no wonder most of the people who got into accident or fire usually never survive one... can you blame them? the victims la of course moron.


Everything was fuzzy afterwards all I could recall was me sitting on the bench looking at empty space and praying that he don't die because I love my house to bits I want to stay here until my bf can afford a bungalow house but houses in Penang is fucking expensive so for the time being I stay at condo and most importantly, I don't want to pee with the door open anymore it's so fucking embarrassing wtf.


Luckily enough he didn't die only ended up with a few ruptured bones, cracked skull and a split buttock.


Oh btw, did I mention that he's actually a burglar attempting a break-ins and there's actually three of them but two of them chuak and abandon their unlucky partner in crime when things got ugly.


We already knew it's not a suicide case because he didn't fell off from the balcony like most people who commit suicide did, but instead he fell from the empty space between the houses and corridor. Fyi, my kitchen is facing the neighbour's kitchen. So it's in between our (me and neighbour) kitchen. Understand or not don't understand then nevermind la I lazy to explain wtf. Moreover, people who intend to commit suicide don't cry for help and they usually pick the highest floor to make sure that they die so that they don't suffer if they fail to die.


Now I don't know if I should sympathise him anymore or not.
Diao.