Monday, November 30, 2009


Its always something...

that's holding one back. We complain we dont have enough time, enough money or enough determination. If the above three reasons dont quite fit, we can always blame it on your parental units. Once you find the cause of why you never get things done, you must then proceed to dramatically roll your eyes and point your middle finger in the general direction of morgan freeman.

I have met so many people in their late 20's and early thirties, lamenting about how "old" they are. And telling me (the young one wtf) that the future is brighter for the youth, and that I should seize the day and do happfying, worthwhile things with my life.

And I ask. surely 20 something aint too old to go after what you want? As long as the will is there, surely there is a way?

And with dejected faces, they insist they are old and scoff at my so called nativity.

Do you hold hands with your husband when you go grocery shopping?
No, we're too old for that.
Do you wear high heels that make you feel like you can take on the world?
No, too old for that too.
Do you still hang out with friends til late at night?
No, too old for that.
Do you still watch cartoons?
No, too old for that too.

Next thing you know, they tell you they dont have sex anymore because they are too old and boring for it as well T_T But really, I dont wanna know. Too much info.

It scary and sad to see how early one has just, well- give up. Its as though after they get a job, they bottled all their aspirations, dreams and hope into a jar, and stashed it somewhere at the top of their cupboard. And once in awhile, they would pick up the jar,gently brush of the dust off it, and stare at it as though it was a piece of their past. After that, they would gently place the jar back into the top of the cupboard and head back off to finish off their knitting on their favorite rocking chair.

I dont want to grow up to be one of them. Young. Jaded. Repressed. Bitter. And oh so determined to make themselves miserable.

Each time they go about their lost chances, I feel the urge to tell them to smash the damn jar. Its not too late. Its never too late. Obligations and responsibilities will always be there. You will never be free of what you are expected to give back as a child, a lover and a member of this so called goddamned civilized society (peer pressure)

You can procrastinate or fail as many times as you want, but please dont give up just like that. Even grandmas can learn to rap.

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Sunday, October 11, 2009

This is a bitchy post.

Ten things I hate about this housemate of mine, whom I shall name small small girl (due to well, her size. duh)

10. She hates responsibility, yet she likes shoving responsibility to others and then tries to boss them around by giving unwelcomed comments.

9. She is a washing machine hogger.

8.She doesnt know how to close the back door. I have to keep on closing the door after her.

7. She washes her and her boyfriend's clothes at least, twice a day.

6. After washing her clothes, she leaves them hanging at the line for the next 63763 days. So everyone now knows how colorful and how thick the sponge of her bra is.

5 She has a live in boyfriend whom she first introduced to us as "friend" (whom I shall name shy shy boy because he's damn shy- never talk to any of our housemates. I dont even know his name til now and he's living in my house swt)

4. She likes to act cute. Even when she's talking to me. Ew.

3. She likes to act cute for the shy shy boy whom she claims is her "friend" (wtf be honest, we arent stupid) sleeps with on a single bed everynight.

2. She likes to act cute for the shy shy boy and they both get turned on which leads to a whole lot of VERY LOUD act cute+ obscene noises. (come to think of it-that's the only time I hear the shy shy boy make any sort of sound.. besides whistling, which.. come to think of it, he only whistles after he has got some action -_-|| )

1. They are at it now. I am studying. I cant concentrate. I want to bang down their door and tell them to rent a hotel room with sound proof walls or something.

Ok end of bitchy post, i swear im going to hear the shy shy boy whistling away happily later in the evening. To be honest, all I want to do now is to build a bonfire out of her overly padded bras and dance around it.

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Thursday, February 05, 2009

Ode to the malaysian transport system

The scenario:
You're early. You're in a good mood.
And guess what? Train decided to die on you.
and thus you brood.

Whee happy day.

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I am now officially a frequent commuter of the malaysian transport system. And unfortunately, my timetables always seem to clash with the peak hours. Thus Ive decided to write something about it. Out of annoyance, frustration and genuine kehpohness disguised in a beautiful bundle which I shall name "care"

Tips to surviving the malaysian transport system.

1. Patience.
Malaysian commuters are really really patient people. We wait and wait and wait for the train to come. When the train comes, we realize that: half the time its full and half the time its crowded. Obviously we cant shove ourselves into a full carriage (we aint dumb you know) but we WILL shove ourselves into a crowded carriage to make it full.

For people taking the bus, you'd have to block obscene thoughts when the bus lady goes "cepat masuk, masuk dalam lagi, masuk belakang lagi"

At.every.stop.

2.Physical strength
We are ruthless, in a rush and desperate to go home. We will stop at nothing to get our ass planted nicely on the sofa at home at the earliest time possible. Despite our endless patience while waiting for the train, all this dissipates the moment the transport arrives. Which is amazing, considering after the the time spent waiting earlier, we cant wait 30 seconds to let people out.

Thus, people need to learn the art of pushing people out of the way to 1. get out 2. get in of the train/bus. So unless you wanna lose an ahmah or a little kid, then its safer to leave them at home during crowded hours.

3. Balancing.
After forcing our way into the transport, finding a space, we now need to find the nearest thing to grab on to before it moves. And then you have to make sure you dont accidently grab things you should not grab. Sometimes you cant find something to grab on, or its too far. Thus the art of balancing is vital.

Women are especially good at this. Watch them balance in those heels. Although they do sometimes hurt people.. unintentionally. of course.

4.Dressing decently.
No serious. When people are bored, they start looking for things to occupy their thoughts with. May I add that staring down at the nearest partly exposed cleavage is quite occupying indeed.

5.The art of holding ones breath.
I dont want to talk about this. Some people just need deodorant.

Yeah as you can see, I really do "care" about the transport system.

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Friday, December 12, 2008

Its that time of the year again.

Today i received an sms from my uncle saying "pls if you are free pls join our christmas morning celebration at our church. gbu."

first thing i thought was how hard this is gonna be to turn down. why?
1. he's my uncle. my only uncle.
2. during my two years in college, he always offered me his place to stay in kl when i have no place to stay.
3. i turned down his invitation last christmas.
4. and the christmas before that. and before that.......and Easter.
5. but they are family. and i miss my cousin sis.
6. and, christmas food is the best. everyone knows THAT.

then i started to make a mental count as to

why i dont wanna go
1.gotta have to arrive in bukit jalil realllly early.
2.gotta listen to him try to play pastor.
3.gotta get asked all sorts of classic questions by him and auntie.
*what you up to? tell me everything. cgpa? gpa? part time job?
* do you have a boyfriend?
* are you seeing someone?
4.and lo behold they just might start dragging random church guys to introduce to me. i know them! unsubtly. in guise of um trying to get them to um help me raise my gpa or something like that. got nothing against church guys buttt its just embarassing k. fuck.
5.can i just make up an excuse. tell them that i am gay. or that im thinking of being a nun....
6.not to mention they will start asking me about my recent short term employment at cmed. and the reason behind my recent choice of profession. 7.and he might give me a golden rosary this year to go along with the golden bible he got me last year. and the normal bible he got me the year earlier. i swear all i get from him recently is bibles :/ he used to give me really cool electronics like disposable cameras, portable mini tv...

ok fine the man probably thinks i need salvation in the form of a higher unseen power.

and yeah, you might be wondering what does the gbu at the end of the message mean.
it means.... god bless you.


I suppose i'll have to start thinking of what dress to wear to church on christmas morning. I almost feel blessed. But then again, its christmas time again. Isnt too much to try to be nice to people you care about just for the sake of showing them how much you appreciate them. Just as long as they dont start trying to play oprah without your permission. Its okay. I can deal with this. I hope.


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Tuesday, September 23, 2008

So what did you get for moral SPM?

I really dislike those who like to pass judgment against people without even trying to understand the situation of others. Yes, scarcity of empathy disgusts me. Alot. More so when the people involved seem to think they have the right to pry into the business of others without invitation and start off measuring their morality with an imaginary ruler of morality. Hm, moral-o-meter anyone?

Bermoral -----|- Tidak

What do you think you are? I mean, who do you think you are?
Do you secretly think you are the santa?

I dont mind shallow people if they admit they are shallow. Its the shallow people who act like they have depth that infuriates me.

There are people who think that just because they have an education, it automatically means that they are a few ranks up the casta piramid. Ok fine, you do have an edge but come on, it doesnt give you the right to step on those who are not so privileged or lucky. Education, it equips one with knowledge and good vocabulary. So yes these people do have a better chance to be the next albert einstein who will always remembered for his wacky hair and e=mc2 and atomic bombs. bless him.

But depth wisdom and street smarts are something else altogether. No lecturer can teach you that. So dont be so smug. yet.

Some people, they might have all the education in the world. Yet they run around with twisted perspectives and overbloated hot air balloon heads. Makes me wanna go at them with a knitting stick and pop the pompousness out of them.

"pop"

Come to think of it, perhaps I dont hate these self professed moral lecturers, I kinda feel sad for them.

But then again, who am i to judge?
Im still not legally an adult. I dont pray before i sleep. And I got a B3 for moral spm only diu.

You know whats ironic? The only nilai moral i vaguely remember is kepercayaan kepada tuhan because it was the first nilai moral in our notes.

Kepercayaan wujudnya tuhan sebagai pencipta alam dan mematuhi segala suruhannya berlandaskan agama dan kepercayaan masing masing selaras dengan prinsip-prinsip rukunnegara.

So dont mind me. Im just ranting.

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Friday, September 05, 2008

A guide to spotting a bimbo blog.

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I had been a serious girl lately. A very serious girl. Seriously.

Sorry for the constant airing of one woman soap operas. one woman 500 episode taiwanese hokkien drama. You get it. Nuff about me. Today, Im gonna indulge myself in poking fun at bimbo blogs :)

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1. Camwhores with everything.

Fact of life #1:
All girls camwhore. If a girl tells you she doesnt camwhore, she is lying.

Fact of life #2:
All guys watch porn. If a guy tells you he has never watched porn, he is lying too.

Fact of life #3:
Actually alot of people camwhores and had at some point-watched porn. So what? Which brings us to fact of life #4.

Fact of life #4: Everyone lies. - quote Dr House

....

But I am talking of people who camwhores all the time. Its as if its the only thing they do!!

In EVERY POST. From any angle. With any random animate/inanimate objects. Common victims of camwhores are

a)friends
b) boyfriend
c) soft toys/fruits like strawberry and cherries
(when friends and boyfriend get smart and refuse to indulge her).

2. Take pictures in dressing room

To show off their steals when they go shopping and post them online with taglines like "Uh I is fat. Arggghhh FAAAAT!! T.T"

caught!

Another fact: Girls will almost always say they are fat. No point arguing about this. If they argue ask them to please refer to fact of life #4.

3. Has a wishlist at the side of her blog.

Wishlist
*happy everyday~~~
*smiles and hugs and rainbows~~~
*shoess~~XD
*moneysssss~
*THE latest eyelash extension lash curler. In black and white!~~
*sony ericsson shake phone~
*credit card that cant be maxed~~
*dell inspiron and ipod in HOT PINK!~
*shoes~~
*gladiator shoes omgomgomgsh~~~
*Merc 5 series~~~
*lose 5 kg~~~ ;)

(Normally darn colorful one)

Uh okay. I understand women need loads of shoes.

Like THIS ONE :) wedges+gladiator themed
omgomgomgomg comfty and pretty can? The shoe fairy has been kind wtf.

Why? Cause we are silly as that. But what is the purpose of this wishlist? Do they think that people around them are secretly santa? Or Oprah? Or Dr Zetty?

Come to think of it, even they cant grant you "happy everyday and rainbows".
Want something real bad? Get a job.

4.Has a section dedicated to flaming people who dislike them.

Example:

If you dont like me. Dont visit my blog. I never ask you to read so dont tell me I am a self obsessed bitch you moronic piece of existence. Blah! My blog, if you dont like it-your problem. I'm not naturally pretty so I photoshop. I makeup. So what?! Which woman dont makeup and photoshop their pictures HUH?

If you have the guts leave a comment. I challenge you to! Or else the next time you stand up your balls will fall off, roll far far away and be eaten by a pack of starving hyenas. If you are a woman I hope your boobs sag like those tribal ladies in national geographic who has lived long enough to have seen the effects of gravity AND had breastfed 10 hungry kids. muahahaha. RAWRRR!!

Uh i believe in feminism and girl power and all that. But this kind of behavior is not liberating.. its. just. bitchy. Now go find some old bras to burn will ya? kthxbye.

5. Indulges in blog wars with other bimbo blog owners.

"I hate her she is so fake. fake hair. fake boobs. fake butt. fake accent. fake eyelashes. fake nose .fake smile. argh just so fakefakefakefake! She must be so ugly thats why only plastic surgery and thick thick make up can save her. Teeheheheheheh"

Xiaxue Vs Dawn Yang. Nuff said.

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I know. I am such a traitor to my own kind. Pfft.

Disclaimer: The wishlist and flaming section is written by me. If they horribly coincide with the contents of anyone's blog, I deeply express my sympathies and apologies. Again, I wish to clarify that all this is a product of my overactive imagination. Have a nice day.

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Wednesday, August 20, 2008

THE top reason why I still think Malaysia (masih?) Boleh.


Who: Avril. She Got Canceled!
When: 19th august
How: The PAS people, who else can be capable of such nonsense.
Why: Too sexy.

What?!

Comments: Seriouslylah, dont these people have other more um. important things to do? Like..RUN A COUNTRY? Fight corruption? Salvage our education system?

The top reason why I think Malaysia masih boleh: Because lee chong wei got silver in the olympics.

And you know whats ironic?

While Mr Lee was trying so hard to bring some glory to our humble bolehland, some silly people are holding banners and protesting against how unfair it is to let other kinds of people akin to Mr Lee into their holy university.

Shame on you people.
Keep Thy Holy Property, we see no need to stepth forth into it.

Bloody university teknologi mundur.
(credit: www.darnmalaysia.com)

You know what, they can continue to wrap their birds in sarongs and joget in nightclubs til kingdom come. While tradition is important, acceptance of changes is vital. And you know what they say about the theory of evolution: Those species that cant adapt will dwindle and eventually cease to exist. Extinction doesnt sound fun really.

Oh well.

Malaysia boleh!!!!

My prediction: Milo drinkers will soon find themselves staring at Mr Lee's triumphant face on their milo tins every morning. Vair vair inspiring stuff. Mr Lee Milo tins.

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Wednesday, August 13, 2008

Disney Vs Reality.

Just the other day I had an old classmate who typed: BF wanted!! on her msn message. It really was brave. and hilarious. And really out of ordinary. Though really I dont think she had gotten the response she wanted. I mean, what do you expect people to do? Nudge you and say "pick me pick me pleeease pick me"

highly unlikely. Unless you are ambergoddamngorgeouschia. or jenifferohlookatmyasslopez.

It got me thinking, really. Its like suddenly everyone around me is getting attached or talking about getting attached or just killing themselves from the effort of trying to get attached.

Not to say anything, but I am really happy for those people who are really sincerely kepala over kaki over each other it seems almost fairy tale-like minus the corniness and random breaking into songs-ness. But there are some people who I shall not mention who I seriously question as to what their actual motives are.

Take for example: Here are some of the things I have heard before
"fat girls are easier cause they lack confidence"
"get a stupid gf, easier to manipulate"
"get a rich bf, preferably one who is already working, so he can pay for everything.'

Now if these statements are said in a happy-sing-song way which gives me the impression that the person is joking, I wouldnt have been so shocked. But believe me when they are said seriously, in a worldly tone as if they were divulging some sort of ancient wisdom ala kama sutra.

Like. What. The. Hell.

But then again, maybe I have been OD-ing too much on disney cartoons in my childhood that I am kinda oblivious to certain ugly realities which walt disney old man wouldnt want little minds to understand.

Think of all the possibilities.

Can you imagine sleeping beauty sleeping with random wrinkly old kings because size matters? The size of their phallus palace.

Or snow white waking up with a hangover one day only to find herself among seven naked dwarves? Heigh Ho. Heigh Ho. (Its a song sung by the dwarves, really! go google it)

Or rapunzel getting sick of random weird men asking her if they could hump her hair she decided to shave it all off and be a nun.

Or perhaps ariel's people are actually the byproduct of horny people and dolphins.

But then again I wonder, if disney were to incorporate real world issues into their cartoons and expose them to young minds, would things have been different?

Hmm. Despite my rare efforts to hide my random dirty mindedness and my slightly unusual way of looking at matters, I actually do find myself more saner than alot of people out there.

Which goes to say, with all due respect dear sirs and madams, I am a good kid who dont smoke. I drink but I have always taken great care to never get drunk. I know gay people but I think I am okay. Heck I am so good I havent even stepped into a club before okay.

Not to say I am proud of it and think myself as a superior being. LOL. And then take on an almost martyr-like disdain to other people's habits. Everyone's entitled to their opinions and beliefs after all. Who am I to preach?

But neither I am ashamed. But sometimes I wonder, if the level of ones maturity is measured based on how many times they get drunk, or get shagged, or by having such a great number of flings that they run out of toes and fingers to keep track of them, then I'd say that alot of people need serious therapy.

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