Friday, April 29, 2005
Bukit Tinggi Here I Come!!
I hope it happens this time..
A long anticipated getaway weekend. Time to just unwind and loosen up..
Too many screw ups way before the trip has started!
Need this break badly.
Need this break badly.
Digi cam - Check
Cash - Check
Passport - Check
Hotel contacts - Check
Back pack - Check
Ready to go!!
Thanks to:
Jashir's Music Incorporation Network for all your freebies!! I will need more! hehehe
Ian for the CF card! *kowtow*
You for spoiling my mood!!!! Arghh!! Nevermind it didn't kill my excitement!
Cafe Vienna for all the goodies. Save me the toiletries expenses! heh!
Cafe Vienna for all the goodies. Save me the toiletries expenses! heh!
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Will be back on Mon evening or Tues Morning. InsyaAllah.
Till then.
Till then.
Have a blast this weekend.
Posted at 11:22 AM
Wednesday, April 27, 2005
SOooooooooooooooooo in lurve with you!!!
Gives me pleasure.... oooh...
A natural high...
Has everything I want....
I can't stop squeezing and touching..
Can't take my eyes off you babe..
My iRiver mp3 player.
Posted at 4:45 PM
Tuesday, April 26, 2005
So little time. So many to do.
Head is throbbing.
Eyes are crossing.
Butt is deflating.
Ok lah maybe just a little.
Head is throbbing.
Eyes are crossing.
Butt is deflating.
Ok lah maybe just a little.
I just need time off to recharge but NOooo that's too much to ask.
Incoming Explosion!
Posted at 12:20 PM
Monday, April 25, 2005
Joy to the world!!
No not because this weekend has been sorted out.
Nope not because my claims have been settled.
Err and certainly not because of the confirmation being fixed.
BUT simply because the bitchiest of the lot have been finally eliminated. The Dynamic Duo..or rather should I call them the Dynamic Pussy. That's my version of Atomic Kitten. Yeah this duo is finally out from the game! Ok lah I'm almost a week late but I didn't catch last week's prog and I only found out from the official website today. The reason for my joy? This twosome gruesome can shamelessly jabber and whine about everything under the sky worst than any woman ever do. A competition to gossip and they can outdo any dainty lass withtout a doubt. They will be crowned the champions of tattlers and whiners! All they ever did in this race was bitch about Rob and Amber. Aside the greed debate, I say they (Rob and Amber) are gamers man. Born to outwit. This is a competition. Being nice and helpful comes with a price.
Oh well nevertheless goodbye, farewell, adios, sayonara, au revoir to the mother Queen of all Sourpuss!!
See ya!! Wouldn't wanna be ya!!
Posted at 5:24 PM
Friday, April 22, 2005
Zombiefied
Friday is here and all I think about for this weekend is to sleep through it. Don't despair. Next weekend has been anticipated for too long. I'll just pray and hope that nothing goes wrong again.Let me share some Celebs Sightings I stumbled upon..
Eva from Desperate Housewives
Sophia and Chad's Wedding (One Tree Hill Stars)
Justin taking body art a tad bit too serious..
The tornado went thru the Olsen twins wardrobe. Hence the hazard below ..
Have a relaxing weekend everyone.
Bee-na Out.
Posted at 4:54 PM
Thursday, April 21, 2005
Put Your Hands On My Crystal Ball
.... My hands aren't going anywhere near on your balls mister!!
And there's nothing crystal about it.
And there's nothing crystal about it.
Not that balls you *toooot*
Here I am bloated from the free lunch and I just have to do something
before I zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz off. And Nazzie came to the rescue :
before I zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz off. And Nazzie came to the rescue :
You Will Die at Age 85 |
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What Age Will You Die?
85 is such a big number. Would I want to live that long?
Heck! Why not if its a healthy life eh.
Masih boleh ronggeng.
Heck! Why not if its a healthy life eh.
Masih boleh ronggeng.
Posted at 3:25 PM
Wednesday, April 20, 2005
Alkisah
Dah beberapa hari ni hidup aku tak senang kat ofis. Mesti ada je problem teknikal. Ada ke word teknikal dalam kamus? Entah... Asik makan lunch kat ofis menatap komputer aku ni. Tidak mengapa kerana esok aku dapat makan free!! Satu lawyer burok..oops..maaf..lawyer betol punya di ofis ini belanja makan. Rezeki jangan ditolak beb...musuh yang kau sibuk nak carik tu apa cerita? Aku mengantok giler badak ni. Badak pon tak boleh lawan giler aku. Kepala otak aku ni jam lah dari pagi. Tak berfungsi secara normal. Dah nak rosak agaknya. Tunggu masa je dia crash.Setakat sini je lah eh. Layan kan korang tak habis-habis kerja aku ni.. sekian...
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Posted at 1:24 PM
Monday, April 18, 2005
Clouded
Sick of everything. Want to leave it all behind. Want to stop the time. Or maybe forward it to another time far away. And all these for no specific reasons. Monday blues with Pre-PMS creamed on top. Super-cranky. Can I just run away and hide? That's not an option I guess. Or maybe sleep and never wake up. Ok I have to be careful of what I wish for. I want to float where the posies wither while the cold air stabs and everything else is senseless.
In need of major spiritual exfoliating.
Posted at 10:33 AM
Thursday, April 14, 2005
They Ain't Heavy. They're our brothers.
Why are sons favoured than daughters? Not ALL sons. But MOST sons. Sons can get away with almost everything. They can create such a humiliation for the family or even cause such an unacceptable emotional distress and YET receive such magnanimous reaction either by one parent or both in a short period of time from the incident that occurred. For some lucky sons of the guns, the getting-over-the-drama session is an instant reflex. What happens to a daughter who puts her family in a similiar humiliation? Probably disowned. Verbally and maybe physically lashed. Unfortunate for some where all family members will cut ties with her. Although there are some lucky ones to receive the forgiving package BUT there's a gimmick; it comes with a lifetime reminder with sarcasms on top.
Sons can come home and create such a mess every corner of the house and simply refuse to lift up that less than 10 pounds shirt or jeans from the living room sofa. Helping themselves in the kitchen like a voracious horse that have not been fed for days which in turn will pile up the sink with dishes. Don't even get me started with the rooms looking like a twister just whoosh through it. Fortunate for these sons who have sisters or mothers that will clean up the mess for them most of the time *cough-like-myself-cough*. And what do these sons have to face? Perhaps a minute or two of forgettable reprimands.
Despite the most case scenarios, I'm proud to know some sons whom are sister-less do however make their own beds, wash their own dishes, vacuum the living room and even put away their own laundries.
Place a daughter in that son's shoes whom could care less about the same things, and what will she get? Tongue lashing that could drag for days. The best part is when the daughter consistently carries out the household chores but failed to do so for just 1 day due from an obviously sensible reason but somehow disregarded and still have to undergo maternal aftermath destruction.
Domestic chores aside and lets talk about attitude. Insolence can never, should never and will never be tolerated. Not the case with most sons though. A son can exceed the tolerance limit with downright disrespectful behaviour and make a guess of the equation for that; An unpleasearable oral admonition and a possible facial assault. Even so, communication between son and mother will resume to normality soon after at most within the same day if not hour of the incident. But its a whole different meaning that applies to daughters. Even the slightest impudent can cause a major flare. An eruption that is beyond control. An annihilation beyond reformation. Ok maybe I am exagerrating a little bit. My point is, not only the daughter will suffer the tauntings, she will have to endure days that can stretch to weeks of being ignored feeling unworthy of her existence. Emotionally and mentally brutal if you ask me. And I even have examples of daughters who takes care of their mothers all by themselves but guess who gets all the credit? Believe it or not its the sons. The sons who only visit less than 10 times a year.
I can hear the buzzing sounds of objections and analysis. An excuse pointed towards upbringing is no longer applicable here in this century. That's all it is; an excuse. Personally, upbringing do not have my 100% condemnation. Is it not right that everyone is blessed with awareness and intelligence to tell from good and bad and from wrong to right? (I'm referring to normal people like you and me so don't give me a reason to thrust my foot in your mouth.) So is it THAT difficult to contribute? What will happen if daughters decide to be just like those sons?
This topic is taking a toll on me with anxiety. I will leave it as that.
Ps : I said MOST sons.
Posted at 9:12 AM
Monday, April 11, 2005
Food Glorious Food
This is where it happened :
And this is what happened when Mr Porky meets Ms Piggy :
Greed only managed to snap the aftermath of this particular dish :
Note : Snacks not included!
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Any takers who wanna strutt their stuff shamelessly ? Details below.
Calorie mouting weekend. And all that without a cent spent.
$$ used are balance from previous trip. How is that for a FAT weekend!
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Posted at 4:40 PM
Friday, April 08, 2005
Geminian
Your cute silly antics,
Comical facial expressions,
Bluntness,
Corny jokes,
Blurness,
Candid poses.
The bitching.
The shopping spree.
The French fries.
I miss all that.
More importantly, I miss you.
zimzy.dreeps
Posted at 3:04 PM
Wednesday, April 06, 2005
English for the Looney
For all who reed and right; We'll begin with a box, and the plural is boxes; but the plural of ox became oxen and not oxes. One fowl is a goose, but two are called geese, yet the plural of moose should never be meese. You may find a lone mouse or a nest full of mice; yet the plural of house is houses, not hice.
If the plural of man is always called men, why shouldn't the plural of pan be called pen? If I spoke of my foot and show you my feet, and I give you a boot, would a pair be called beet? If one is a tooth and a whole set are teeth, why shouldn't the plural of booth be called beeth?
Then one may be that, and three would be those, yet hat in the plural would never be hose, and the plural of cat is cats, not cose. We speak of a brother and also of brethren, but though we say mother, we never say methren.
Then the masculine pronouns are he, his and him, but imagine the feminine, she, shis and shim.
Let's face! it! - English is a lunatic language.
There is no egg in eggplant nor ham in hamburger; neither apple nor pine in pineapple.
English muffins weren't invented in England. We take English for granted.
But if we explore its paradoxes, we find that quicksand can work slowly, boxing rings are square and a guinea pig is neither from Guinea nor is it a pig.
And why is it that writers write but fingers don't fing, grocers don't groce and hammers don't ham?
Doesn't it seem crazy that you can make amends but not one amend?
If you have a bunch of odds and ends and get rid of all but one of them, what do you call it?
If teachers taught, why didn't preachers praught?
If a vegetarian eats vegetables, what does a humanitarian eat?
Sometimes I think all the folks who grew up speaking English should be committed to an asylum for the verbally insane.
In what other language do people recite at a play and play at a recital?
Ship by truck and send cargo by ship? Have noses that run and feet that smell? How can a slim chance and a fat chance be the same, while a wise man and a wise guy are opposites?
You have to marvel at the unique lunacy of a language in which your house can burn up as it burns down, in which you fill in a form by filling it out and in which an alarm goes off by going on.
Oh and if Dad is Pop, how come Mom isn't Mop?
If the plural of man is always called men, why shouldn't the plural of pan be called pen? If I spoke of my foot and show you my feet, and I give you a boot, would a pair be called beet? If one is a tooth and a whole set are teeth, why shouldn't the plural of booth be called beeth?
Then one may be that, and three would be those, yet hat in the plural would never be hose, and the plural of cat is cats, not cose. We speak of a brother and also of brethren, but though we say mother, we never say methren.
Then the masculine pronouns are he, his and him, but imagine the feminine, she, shis and shim.
Let's face! it! - English is a lunatic language.
There is no egg in eggplant nor ham in hamburger; neither apple nor pine in pineapple.
English muffins weren't invented in England. We take English for granted.
But if we explore its paradoxes, we find that quicksand can work slowly, boxing rings are square and a guinea pig is neither from Guinea nor is it a pig.
And why is it that writers write but fingers don't fing, grocers don't groce and hammers don't ham?
Doesn't it seem crazy that you can make amends but not one amend?
If you have a bunch of odds and ends and get rid of all but one of them, what do you call it?
If teachers taught, why didn't preachers praught?
If a vegetarian eats vegetables, what does a humanitarian eat?
Sometimes I think all the folks who grew up speaking English should be committed to an asylum for the verbally insane.
In what other language do people recite at a play and play at a recital?
Ship by truck and send cargo by ship? Have noses that run and feet that smell? How can a slim chance and a fat chance be the same, while a wise man and a wise guy are opposites?
You have to marvel at the unique lunacy of a language in which your house can burn up as it burns down, in which you fill in a form by filling it out and in which an alarm goes off by going on.
Oh and if Dad is Pop, how come Mom isn't Mop?
Posted at 5:38 PM
Tuesday, April 05, 2005
Boulevard of Broken Dreams
Here I am frivolously whining about the price of movie tickets going up, the increase in HDB deposit next year, having to pay $60 to make my new passport, paying such a hefty fee just for shipment from online shopping, the endless disagreements with parents, the reunion in Canada that I can't go to, and the list goes on without a full-stop while millions of people across the ocean lost everything that are dear to their lives. From shelter to family members to relatives to friends to land to job and even hope. Nothing as of this moment can compare to the uncalled adversities that strike in the broad daylight mercilessly. A disaster that needs no introduction.
I couldn't hold back the tears last night watching "Meiniti Harapan" on Suria. Particularly the boy. All his wishes expressed were meant for his perished parents. Gone swept by the sea. He could not say more of anything for his own future. Every single person interviewed spoke with such profound self-composure despite the heart-wrenching calamity. Perhaps placid from the numbness caused by over-flow of tears and unimaginable anguish. That thought alone is enough to well up my eyes. And the fact that they have come to terms with the tribulations and focusing on picking up the pieces with overpowering determination to live on is literally inspiring.
The glimmer of hope paints the faces of Aceh's tomorrow.
Posted at 9:11 AM
Monday, April 04, 2005
I'm freezing my *tuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuut* off !!!!