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Labels: opinions, thoughts

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if it any consolation, almost half my wardrobe is still black-ish. i still occasionally wear surfer dude pants at home. some habits are hard to kill k.

ps: angelin, since you asked, my inner ah lian name is mei gui. damn lame sorry its the first name i thought of beside mei lian. anyway check out the little girl in pink beremo in the corner throughout the whole video. adorable! oh yeah there's an english version of this classic song pls youtube it, its so weird in so many ways.

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Labels: opinions, rants, thoughts

Labels: musings, opinions, rants, thoughts

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Labels: opinions, thoughts

Actually, there was this whole bunch of them ridiculous pictures but I didnt managed to salvage them cause I didnt managed to gif-kan them and save them in my other folder. Sniff sob sniff.

I am so going to print my pictures....

On the other hand, maybe I should get an external hard disk. Or one of those really really cool digital photo frames. I reckon that would be cheaper. =.=''

Labels: opinions, photography, random, technology, thoughts

As a joke, someone came out with a friendster profile for mahathir. Check out his relationship status and amount of friends.

WTF. I am speechless.

Lets all send smiles to anwar on friendster and superpoke him on facebook.

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I dont know about everyone else, but happy meals did work on me.. until I was 12 and decided that I was still starving after the meal. The toy did nothing to help with the hunger.

Stupid puberty.

And cadbury tells us to choose them, cause choosing cadbury means choosing happiness. *insert rainbows and cadbury's song*

Thankfully, cadbury still makes me happy. So I shall continue choosing cadbury wtf.

But come to think of it, ALL chocolates makes me happy. I just prefer cadbury.

NOW, Digi comes and tells us that we can be happy by subscribing to their happy numbers.

Hell yeah.

For those who are too broke for happiness TM, you can always dig in your storeroom for some happy glue*.

*Side effects include seeing mystical creatures such as pixies, fairies and toyols prancing around your garden and lee hom running around naked pass you at random moments of the day. If you're lucky, your teddy bear will start telling you bedtime stories wtf.

Dont we all feel happy already?

haih, sometimes I think the world is two fries short of a happy meal*.

*Please google meaning.

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;)

2.People who speak in weird weird weird weird accents.
Yup, I am talking about people who speak in weird accents that sounds like a mixture of aussie, american, british and um.. italian. Stop. BEing. So. affected. And. Look. In. The. Mirror. You are asian.

3.Vain men.
Sorry. I cant stand guys who stare in the mirror more than me. Or take baths longer than me. Or make up. Its just doesnt make sense does it?

4.Girls who act vulnerable and stupid so that guys will do stupid things for them.
I've elaborated on this before. We are living in the 21 century come on.

5.HOT aunties.
Some aunties just dont dress their age. Short pants, spaghetti straps and blond hair is not cool when you are 50 and wrinkly. Dont be a Janice Dickinson.

Ugh. Fifty-something year old nunga-nunga(s).

6.Horrible kids
Some kids are so cute they just make you wanna pinch them until their cheeks are red like tomatoes. Like that kid in the Ikea commercial. "He's not getting enough sleep". So damn fucking cute. But some are so.. naughty that you just wanna tie them to a chair and push them off a cliff. Once, there was this kid who kept kicking my foot for almost half an hour in the ktm until I cannot take it anymore and moved away. Manatau, the kid followed me and continued kicking. WTF!!! T.T

7.People who just cant shut up.
Actually I have high tolerance for noisy people. But there exist some very exceptional people.

8.When people talk to me too much in the morning.
Sorry, but I am one of those people who dont seem to be able to be wake up until I wash my face in the morning. Any attempt to get any message to me before that cant be processed and everything will be incoherent cause all I register in my head is "balhblahblahblah yakyakyakkity yak bullshit bullshitbull.."

9.Lala girls who talk in kiddie voices.
Its just creepy and weird and going against puberty thats all.

10.Lala pictures with big big big eyes like the dog.
Creepy and weird as well lah. Especially if guys do it.

11.Those gothic malay people.
I know, beauty is in the eyes of the beholder. But I dont get it. I really dont get it.

12.Pimped up kancil.
Those Ah beng cars that sound like ferraris. If I had to spend some serious cash, I'd pimp up a better car. At least got better trade in value. "modified kancil" can only fetch so much in the market.

hahaha. I saw alot of these during chap goh meh celebration in Klang!

13.Purple/green/red contact lenses.
I just find them creepy.

14.Gory movies
They make me queasy and sick in the stomach. Halfway through, I just cant bear to watch anymore. Horror movies are fine. But gory? ugh. Example: Saw.

15.That Botox smile.

Creepy laaahhh.

Vanessa Williams. I used to think you were beautiful you know. Ps: Your boobs look fake too. And very.. um.. compressed.

16.Paula Abdul's opinions
Does she even know what she is talking about anyway? "dear, you look so so beautiful tonight. Your talent, its just blows me away. I am humbled. Your voice, is so rich and have this... this..amazing texture " uh.. okay.. NEXT!

17.Those mat rempits who like to annoy girls by going "amoi!" and whistle.
Sorry not flattering. At all.

18.Brand whores.
Those people who go around telling people about their latest purchases from high end boutiques. You know what, I think they should just walk around with the price tag as well too.

19.Wanna-be brand whores.
Those who wanna be brand whores but cannot be cause too poor. So they opt for niki instead of nike. Cucci instead of Gucci. Amani instead of Armani. Somemore in bold HUGE letters -.-''

20.Sitcoms whereby everyone in it is beautiful.
I'd probably be killed for mentioning this but whywhywhy everyone in OC, OnetreeHill, Gossip girl look so beautiful? Yes, even the toilet cleaner looks dashing wtf. And their teachers are all so hot. WHHY doesnt that happen in real life I wonder?

Yummy!

21.PeOpLe TyPiNg LiKe ThIs.~
ItS jUsT rEaLlY ReAlLy AnNoYiNg.
NoW i Am AnNoYiNg MySeLf. HaIh.~ **// @-@

22.Websites with too much going on.
Multiple scrollbars. ugly color combination. Weird things flying around. Hello kitty cursors. Confusing.

23.Websites that bomb you with loud music when you enter.
Makes me jump. Cause I always wear earphones. Have pity on my poor ears people.

24. Holier than thou attitude
You know, the type who wave their holy books and rosaries at you during a debate. Walking around thinking they can preach to the whole world when in reality, they have tons of skeletons in their own closets to take care of.

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The Race.

“Ready.”

I sneak a glance up, looking ahead. The finishing line seems so distant. A fine thin line set against the blue of the sky. Visible, yet it seems unattainable.

“Set”

I shifted my gaze; I look down on the white horizontal line that runs in front of me. Then secretly, I stole a glance at the people beside me. Determination is written on their faces. They seem to be so clear as to where they are heading, where they want to go. Me? Sometimes I wonder too.

Nevermind, I shall try my best.
Uh..wait, theres a word for this in japanese: Ganbatte?

“Go!”

What? So fast? I am not ready yet!
Then again, I have never been really ready.
I might never be really ready. Really.

To hell with being ready.

I kick the sands behind me and joined the people in the race to the finishing line. There will only be one winner. And although I know it might never be me, at least I tried-by doing whatever it take to finish with pride.

^^

I know. Very subjective. Something I had written out of boredom sometime ago. Cant help to wonder that when we ask people as to how they are doing, we are also subconsciously comparing how well we are doing in each others eyes. Doesn’t matter the age, the race and religion, it’s a package that fits one.

Fact of life okay.

If kiasu-ism is a benchmark for an entry to hell, to hell we shall all go.

Ps: Not targeted at any one, just something I had in mind to write about for awhile. Kiasu-ism.

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Sow the seeds of apathy

Yesterday, while chatting with a friend who is currently studying in the land of kilts and bagpipes about random things like the scottish hospitality, his girlfriend and education and such, we suddenly stumbled upon the topic which has been debated heatedly recently- Malaysian politics.

And you know what, for someone who has been away from the country for a year, he was really informed about the whole matter. Which I personally found impressive considering that a considerable amount of young local people dont even give a flying fuck about what is happening in our own dirty little backyards.

Instead they seem to devour all those hollywood gossip like it was laced with morphine.

Ask them who is our deputy PM and they give you a wtf face. Then the next thing you know, they tell you why should they care cause whatshisface najib has nothing to do with them (real story ok, I was mortified) Not some small fry minister, but.. come on la Deputy PM la wtf.

BUT THEN, when you ask them about whether bradgelina is adding more members to their little UN, or whether if britney shaved other parts of herself bald besides her head, or what J.Lo is planning to name her twins, they'll give you all the information you need in minute details. Enthusiastically. With a big fat smile plastered on their face.

Not that I am very well informed of the topic. Neither do I want to rub shoulders with them. On the contrary. However, I do take the trouble to read the papers from time to time and listen to my mom's constant ramblings about what she had read on Malaysiakini.com, notorious for their bashing of the local administration system. So I ended up walking around with the random bits and pieces of information stuck to me. lol.

Apathy is what I observed amongst alot of people. Sometimes when someone spontaneously brings out the topic, I see people look uncomfortable, flinch, look around distractedly, suddenly look interested with their nails and so on.

I dont know lah whether the apathy (tidak apa attitude) displayed has to do with our teaching since young-to not ask questions, lack of understanding or lack of concern for our futures. Maybe we are just generally disinterested people. Maybe we are just living in denial. Maybe we are just so bloody disappointed we just give up and save our precious breath and saliva. Maybe we are just gifted with huge tanks of thought but are cursed with gold in our mouths.

Maybe, I dont know lah.
Maybe could be anything and yet everything.

Point is: Generally, the voices of the future like to set themselves on silent mode.

Gosh its been awhile since I ranted on a topic like this. haha.

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So Gay.
(not me lah)

Actually, I have alot of things to do. But here I am hammering at the keyboard at a very alarming speed. Starbucks assignment havent done, a test blah the list goes on... anyhow, wanted to write something about this for awhile lah.

Okay, today I present to you the entry called "Things men shouldnt wear cause it makes them look gay"

1. Tight T back singlets
I have shared this thought with other girls. And yeah, they do agree that guys who wear tight t back singlets look gay. And no, we arent refering to the white ah-pek singlet.that, doesnt look gay. If not, all apeks are also all gay lah.

I am talking about the tight fitting t-back singlets.

I mean, maybe some guys think its hot to wear something that shows off all that abs, but seriously, teeny weeny tight fitting singlets which are probably 5 sizes too small are not the way to go.

THAT, my friend, screams "GAY!" in every girl's face.
Might as well have the words "I am gay" printed in front of your shirt. Even that doesnt score as high a score on my gay-dar compared to the teeny weeny singlets.

2.Handbags.
Forget David beckham and metrosexuals. Guys who trot around with handbags of their own is just so gay. Especially if they trot around carry the handbag like a woman. Uber gay.


This is a MEN's bag. See?

Before all the guys dump away your billabong/tropicana/or whatver bags in horror and refuse to have anything to do with bags in the future,please understand I am talking about handbags. As long as it isnt pink flowery lacy and decorated with glittered hearts.

I dont care what the haute couture people are saying about real men carrying handbags. I still think they look gay. Ask any girl la, and they'll tell you it looks gay too.

3.White rimmed sunglasses
Okay, so although I do think white sunnies are really pretty.. but forgoodnesssake leave that to the women!


On women they look pretty. But on guys, they just look so damn super uber gay.

Please la forgoodnessake stay away from the white sunnies.

That all lah, I think thats what I can cook up at this moment. Its isnt much.. but unless you are gay, you'd better not try wearing such stuff. It'd scare all the girls away. THAT i can guarantee you 150%.

O yeah, here are some common misconception of what some guys think is gay but are seriously not gay.

1. Wearing pink
As long as it isnt glittery or lacy or have hearts all over the place, its not gay.

2.Wearing super tight flare formal pants
Not gay. but it only makes a person seem like they just dropped out of the 80s/lala zai/insurance salesman.

3.Wearing rings
My dad says men who wear rings look gay. And I argued with him. I told him the reason he says that is that if he wears a ring, he wouldnt be able to hook hot chicks when mom isnt around.

And he agreed! Tsk Tsk. Lelaki memang miang.

4.Earrings
They look cool ok! Not gay! But janganla stick two disco balls on your ears like cristiano ronaldo. ISH. Tak cantik lah.

5.Pony tails
Not gay. Tapi tak cantik also. Makes a person look like a mat rempit. Tapi para para Minah Rempit suka tau.

before I end this, I'd like to say that I have no prejudice against gays anywhere. So if you suddenly break down and confess to me that you are gay, I can still accept one okay? I'd rather you tell me you are gay then to confess that you are a serial killer cum rapist okay?

ISH.

Okaylah. If have anything to add, please tell me lah. hahaaha. I think I'd be damn interesting to know what people think looks gay and not.

Ciao peeps.

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The difference between being here and there
Been there, done that? Hmm...

Looking at my past posts, I have came upon the realisation that hidden-mcky will eventually turn into a photoblog if I dont make some ammendments and start typing some stuff.

Its funny, thinking about it, first my blog is all words, then after getting my camera phone, I added pictures, then this obcession with pictures start and I end up with too many photo entries!!!

aduhai.

With all the discussion about Mr Astronaut, or some people might digress and say that he is NOT an astronaut (cause all he did was sit still during the launch) and label him as a cosmonaut. Even more humiliating would be the term space tourist, cause they say the goverment sponsored his RM 20 million backpack trip to space.

Our politicians must really love coffee alot.Hmm..

So many labels. So many names.
Aiyo. Malaysians ah, very confused bunch of people.

The thing is, sometimes we confuse ourselves with all the publicity about being there. And having done that. Even better is that we have done the task even more brillantly than anyone else.

Malaysia boleh! whee~!

But seriously, are we there yet? Not that I am pouring torrents of ice water on the topic, but there is a difference between being here and actually being THERE. Sure this is a big step, but the coverage had been so immense you'd think that we have discovered a new galaxie altogether!

Now hold that thought.

Perhaps it because he's him. You know, Dr Nescafe model. Smart. Handsome. Altogether, perfect model citizen from the surface. But sadly, not eligible. I am betting he will be more in the future. Does Datuk Dr Nescafe model angkasawan sound fairly enticing? His missus had better watch him well. And watch him well she must.

Malaysia boleh is what we are told to believe. That we can do what we set our mind to. Which is good. With wawasan 2020 driving us on,you'd think we'd be sprinting ahead other developing countries without even running short on breath. Wah...

but sadly wronglah.

We have been here. And there. And still we are stuck with the 'here' thinking. (with 'there' behind ahead) We take too much pride in our own achivements. Bask in them too long. Too vain. Which is too bad.

Sayangnye...
Malaysian boleh? Jangan terlalu perasan?

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Living in denial

Before I proceed. Let wikipedia help me explain what denial is:

Denial is a defense mechanism in which a person is faced with a fact that is too painful to accept and rejects it instead, insisting that it is not true despite what may be overwhelming evidence.

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Explaining done.
Lets continue.

Please people if you hate to read, please dont continue.This is going to be one of my full blown karangan like entries. So kindly click on the top hand corner of the monitor, on the little red box with the x if you arent up for some heavy duty reading.

This is a topic I had wanted to blog about for a very very long time. Yes, it has been a long time coming cause I just simply couldnt put my thought into words.

Maybe I was also in denial. Hmm..

All my life I had been faced with people living in denial. Now,if they were people whom I dont know and probably dont give a damn about, it wouldnt have mattered much would it? But unfortunately for me, I seem to have this thread of destiny which causes me to always have to meet with denial striken people.

And you know whats the worst part is?
They dont even realise they are in denial.

So how in the world can you possible tell them?

A: "eh, kawan."
B: "Umm.. yes kawan apa hal?"
A: "I think you are living in denial."
B: "Uhm... apa itu denial?"

A launches into a tirade of explaination

B: "No I am not! I am perfectly fine."
A: "No your not. Your just in denial that you are living in denial."
B: "[insert swearwords in all languages] Keep your opinions outta my life"


Denial. Its hard to spot but its there.

Its fine if these things happen to people whom you couldnt care less about if they dropped dead tomorrow and get eaten by a pack of hyenas who had been puasa-ing for a week. savage yes, but sometimes I think people are scarier than the hyenas which I just meantioned.

The problem is that I care too much. Probably abit too much for my own good. Even if the matter doesnt involve me, I get myself emotionally involved. I get moody, angry and sad all at the same time. Is it possible to feel so much altogether? Yeah why not? Unless of course you are the kind who have an emotional capacity of a teaspoon.

But after awhile, I have learnt not to feel anymore and play numb.


No Eye Look indeed.

But its hard to control yourself when you see someone who has made a mistake, regreted it, and still for some reason, is on the verge of making the same mistake AGAIN!


What do you do? Do you
a)Think "No eye look already, let them hurt themselves until they are contented. Maybe they are sadists."
b)Put on your wisdom hat and give them a preaching which will make mother theresa proud
c)Stay around with some popcorn and watch amusingly when the shit hits the fan. AGAIN

I'd say I am a frequent practitioner of option a.
I'll just prepare an umbrella so when the shit hits the fan, at least I keep myself clean.

Selfish yes.
But what if its your family members who are in denial?
Great! mei kay, just when you think you have a fool proof plan for combat.

........

Sometimes, I just wanna shake these people awake. Take them by the shoulders firmly and just shake shake shake.

Sometimes, I just wanna yell. Stomp around like a five year old and tell them I dont wanna friend them anymore.

Sometimes, I just wanna use all the contents of my rich dictionary of swearwords on them.

Sometimes, I couldnt care less.
Or I pretend I couldnt care less.

Tell me, how can you wake a person in denial?
but then again, the waking up has got to be done from within.

Haih susahlah.

Eh for those who are still reading this congrats la wei for reaching this far! My respect to you for even surviving reading up to here without even taking a toilet break or something

Or probably there's also another possibility: You are in denial that you are in love with me. haha! =p


As a reward you can feast your eyes on the banner I did today. Love it and I will use it to end all my future posts.

Labels: life, opinions, people, personal

Step behind the yellow line
P.s: I have small feet I know. (Freak)

I now know I have many stalkers. People have been msn-ing me and telling me "eh I read ur last entry, dont be so mad la.. senior citizens like dat one. Always pms-ing." Or something along the lines la.

Goodness sake, leave comment la when you all drop by, scare people only when suddenly someone pops up and says "eh I read ur blog leh!" in class.

Yesterday, I was chatting with a friend who is undertaking his industry training. And he was complaining about the daily madness of the bitch from hell who struts around in formal wear and sissy heels. Also known as supervisor. Anyway, like any other bitches, she basically like to do what bitches like to do.

Hobbies include:
1. scolding people and making them feel like useless pieces of turds worthy of being trodden upon
2.brainwashing people to think that point 1 is correct
3.screaming at those people who dare question the two points above.

Let me get this point true to all girls: Being a bitch isnt cool. Look at what Paris Hilton got herself into anyway.

My point is: Be normal, be nice, be stupid, be boring, be a nerd, be lala, but dont be a bitch.

Anyway, I also told my friend about the english bitch of a lecturer. This is a snippet of what she said to me before and after the presentation:

Your written assignment is all wrong. You are quite a joker arent you mei kay?"

This is a thesis. Not an article. I told you article. There are rules. You didnt follow them.

Do you think you can critize a p.h.d's work?

I used to have a high opinion of you, now I am just very dissappointed.

Mei kay,you are a very irresponsible girl.

Hello, care I remind you that I am not the only one presenting? Its done by two people. Why am I bombed?

So what did I do.
I shut up and ignored her.
and glared at her throughout my presentation, looking unnessasarily fierce.

cause I know I made a terrible mistake of not letting her see the article beforehand.
Nevertheless, there was two of us.
So technically its both our faults.

haih.

Anyway, the friend above told me to let it go, he does that when his supervisor scolds him. He told me these people are alike, they think we all nothing. What to do?

But somehow, I cannot accept the fact. Let go cause we are nothing?

The word:nothing.
Its depressing.

Nothing is....nothing. We arent nothing. I am not nothing. We might not be geniuses and win truckful of nobel prices, but we know we arent stupid. We might not be beautiful and win Ms Universe, but we know we arent ugly. We might not have voices of angels, of sunsilk like hair, but there is something we are good at.

Point is, we are something.
and probably good at something as well.
We just need to believe in ourselves.
To take risks to know who you really are, what you really can do.

We have always been told to stand behind the yellow line. The yellow line- signifying safety, rules and conformity.

Most of the time, we abide and stand behind the yellow line.
Cause we dont want to die early from living in the fast lane.
But there are times when we need to step away from the constrains of the yellow line.
To prove to yourself and to remind yourself that life is so much more than following the rules blindly.

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