~*My new BFF...

~*that's Best Friends Forever, for ya! Just like Paris and Britney....... pause...... NOT. (hehe.. tis only funny if you've seen Borat. Gross movie though.)

So, I just got myself a new BFF? Who is it? None of other than boy from the box! Or actually more like boy guarding the box. Anyways, let's just call him Cubie. Cubie asked me out Tuesday for that museum movie. Some event the station was having. Free movies, why not? After movies, it was tea... ooh... sounds so quaint, doesn't it? Tea dahling... tea. Teh ais is also tea, aite? Was nice. Chatted for hours. Cubie talks ALOT. Good thing I is a good listener person, though i did at some point tried asking him to stop talking for a while. Not like it worked though.

Anyways, we hung out again last nite till wee wee hours despite my swollen tonsils, talking rots, but fun, and apparently there's going to be lots more NON-dates in the coming future with my new bff. Nice. Cubie's going to take me for some bingo game soon, those you play to win money. Sounds pretty damn retro, but I can't wait! What else... oh, and I am supposed go with him to straigthen his hair so that he won't feel bored sitting there few hours straight. Yea, as if. The boy's worse than my other chick bffs you know. But... ah well, there's now 2 less No-Life people in the world.... pause again.... NOT.

Going off to Singapore today with the family. Going to be there till New Year's. I am sure i m supposed to be excited (oooooooh singapore... yea. ok. *major eye rolls*) but also scary leh, had to spend a few solid days with the parents. Mom is ok, but dad... dad is an active volcano, to put it mildly. Brrr...
So, pray for me people.

~*Ho's over... thank god.

I am tired. I am bored. I am whiny because there's only 2 of us and them evil incidents kept coming in nonstop. In the spirit of boxing day, I really DO think I could be boxing someone... anyone right now - yes, yes, I know Boxing day is not all that. Breathe. Moving on...

Ok, so the party went well. People actually liked the food we "cooked" up. People got drunk. People were laughing nonstop. People were really loud. What more can you ask for in a party? So yeah, it went pretty well. Thanks you guys for making it.

About the christmas "dinner" invite. All I can say was P.H.E.W! It was no dinner actually, but open house (or christmas party - for those who aren't familiar with the open house term).
Unnecessary pressure all because this is one guy who thinks that the term "party" only applies to going to clubs. It was quite alright though. Food was good. Met up with the rest of the box crew. Few laughs. Few beers. Lots of Christmas deco, tiny lights all around, mechanical reindeer doing its thing, a tiny Santa climbing down the roof... nice. And yup, he was cute, as usual. But nope, nothing there.

So glad the whole christmas thing is over. I don't think I can listen to anymore christmas songs... for now at least. I am so done and over with it... for this year, I think.

~* good tidings to me me me!!!

Feeling very unsettled. I know I should be at least a bit excited. I have a party to cook up this Sunday, and a dinner at someones place on Monday - which makes me really nervous, because I am not good with parents. I am not even good in dealing with my own. I hardly know the guy. Met him through the box thing last month and that's it. Maybe I shouldn't read anything into this at all. I do remember chindian boy telling how if someone can like me in that state then it must be true love. Ha.ha. Rite. I don't think so. Argh... but I am still not good with parents or families or people. Pressure!! Dang. Hope I go through it flawlessly. Pray for me!

Loads of shopping to do tonight and tomorrow, for the party, and of course, for me, me and me!!! Shopping is truly one of the best therapy for any stress you're feeling (money problem aside :p). Another great one's the screaming-your-lungs-out-while-people-in-the-next- room-cringe type of karaoke sessions. Fun.

We're supposed to make, homemade mash potato. So far, the only part I know how to make is, mashing the potatoes, I think. Dang. God bless the merry souls coming over for the dinner on Sunday.

Arrrrrrrrr..... why do I feel what I am feeling right now??? I so need to go home, take a long shower and chill!!!

~*to wax or not to wax...

:D it's that time again to visit the "House of Housekeeping" - I believe it's other names include sadist's place - or is it masochist's? Anyways, there are lots of things that I am thankful for, for being a female, and then there are those other things that makes me curse my gender to the max. This is one of them. Hair removal. Yup, this is going to be an "intimate" (and a gross one...). I am a firm believer in threading and... tadaa... waxing. I think both hurts just as bad, depending on the the body part being "tortured".

Anyone who's never tried threading your browse or anywhere else, I strongly recomend that to you. It takes less than 5 minutes, hurts alot for sure but the result, gorgeous, delicate looking browse. I assure you that, once you go thread, you'll never go back :p lame eh? hehe... seriousy though, try it.

Ah... then there's the waxing. There's a certain type of waxing that, not everyone thinks about doing, especially asian, which I am also a strong advocate for. Now I ain't gonna lie that it hurts like hell... actually more like beyond hell! But, the result, oh, so worth it. They'll keep telling you that it'll hurt less the more you do it, and eventually you won't even feel the pain much after some time. From my humble experience, the pain did lessen after a couple of months, by maybe 0.00001%. Yea.

Grossed out or turned on now? muahahaha... Ok... time to brace myself... laters... i'll yelp.

~*N.O.E.L...

Ooh... Christmas is in the air~ I love Christmas. In fact there's some christmas tune playing on my ym now. Lovely. But am I a christian though? I am not quite sure anymore. Maybe a non practising one, though i think the term "deviated" would better suit me.

Still remember the days of "persecutions" from my folks, for joining the church, especially when going for church's youth camps - correction, camp. Only managed to go to one. I was 16.
The pain I went through for that. Oh the jubilance when I finally got to go for that "once in a lifetime" experience of a camp - it was pure, pure joy and sweetness. I was going to spend a week of learning more about God, praise and worshipping, nonstop fellowship with my new brothers and sisters in Christ, and my crush. Yup, a cute lil chindian boy who's fairer than me. It was a mutual crush that lasted a couple of years until I gathered up some courage to speak up first. And he became was my first boyfriend... for a week. Ha.ha. I got bored after a week of talking to him on the phone and acting like a couple. We never even held hands. Ah... the days of innocense. Sorry about the deviation, back to the camp story. Anways, after the camp, I did think that, That was indeed the best time of my life, worth every drop of sweat and tears begging. No regrets.

Looking back now, 13 years on (damn, I am old.), and many years of leaving the whole church business, there are things that I realised I didn't see when I was there. It was a church camp. Full of God fearing, worshipping teenagers and young adults, but still I felt left out. There were still the popular group and then there were the non popular kids like me. I did have a lot of fun (being away from the parents is always fun!) but there was also frustrations and heartaches, which, I didn't think should be there in the first place, since we're in a church for godsake! But of course, I continued being in the "business" until I started college when I moved to live in this lil city I now call home. Even then, the thought of not going to church was beyond me, and soon I was attending this new church. At first it was... nice. I have much expectation. I expect people to be really nice. I expect this to be my refuge since this is my first time living alone, away from everything I am familiar with. My expectations were slowly crushed and I was left dissapointed. I know I am supposed to go to church for God, not the people. But i was 20. Maybe that's not an excuse to slowly move on from the "business", but that's what i did. And i haven't regretted it since.

So why do I still celebrate Christmas? :) the same reason as my non christian friends who joins in the celebration. It's simply the prettiest festival there is. It's the deco, the music, the fuzzy, nostalgic feeling when you hear them ol' christmasy tunes, the warmth... it's just beautiful. How can anyone not like it?

This piece was originally supposed to be about christmas shopping, somehow it took a turn... a darker turn, i guess, and became what you just read - if you managed to stay on and finish reading it, that is :p
I dunno... it just flowed. Will get on to christmas shopping later then.

~~ \(*o*)/

The lil pic above is supposed to resemble an edvard munch's work... haha... lame as it is, can u guess which one?... moving on...

I had drafted a piece earlier about these lovely erections that I work in, but halfway through, I just wasn't feeling the piece, you know how it is. So, I removed that and decided to write about something else. The only problem is, I can't think of anything else right now. ...flow brain juice flow...

Did some housekeeping on my space earlier. Yes, it's quite a slow Friday. I am pretty amazed at the no. of hits I got on the space within the past year. While I appreciate it since I've met some nice folks there, but I am really tired of the creeps who sends dirty messages, dirty pics and what not. Sic sic sic.

Another very annoying type of messages would be those that starts with "...Hi, u cute la, leh kenal??". NO!!! I really do NOT want to "kenal" you! I am so tempted to to plaster on my space that I am not Malay, so Mr Abangs and Pak Ciks yang geli giler, stop messaging me, please!

I know this piece may probably offend alot of folks who may intepret this as ethnic dissing, but before you get all riled up, let me just say that that I ain't no racist. I have very close friends from that ethnic group, whom I absolutely adore. I just find these messages extremely annoying and these "abangs and pakciks" extremely "gelifying" (for the uninitiated... ah well, sorry) . Eew.

Sigh... ok 'nuff bitching for now... I'll write about puppies and bunnies, and everything sugary spiced tomorrow, aite?

~*sniffles sniffles....

I've got the sniffles. I can't be off on sick leaves. I have to get well by tomorrow morning. I will be here in my cube even if I am not well by tomorrow. Mark my words! ouch... my head hurts.

Ok, I am really feeling sick now. Laters...

~*what are your dark secrets?

I was asked this by an online friend today. Should I share those which I still have trouble forgetting? Nah. I think I'll share the other unforgetable ones for now. I don't want to be reminded of things I've tried hard to forget, and I don't think I can trust anyone enough to share...yet. Sigh. Never ask questions which answers you know you can't handle. My humble advice.

It's almost halfway through the week. Week nites has been pretty much set these last couple of weeks, thanks to my fave programs running back to back every day. I am easily content just as I am easily amused, so, no complaints there.

Jlo is flying off to leprechaunland with her own Leprechaun next week, I think. I keep forgetting the dates. Will be a very quiet week without her around, for sure. She's going to have her first white (in every sense of the word) christmas.... oh, jealous jealous :p

Got me thinking what did I do last christmas... hmm... I really don't remember. 2 christmases ago I remembered running from the tsunami waves, but last year. No memory of it at all.
Ah well, hopefully this year's will be a good one, cos we're throwing lil a do in our lil box and invited some folks over. Hope to get a turkey, but doesn't look too good, since I haven't been able to locate anywhere that sells roasted turkeys this year, as opposed to the previous years. Gasp!!! I just got hit by an inspiration! :D will check that place out!! Can't wait!

~* la la la la laaaaaa........

~*mmm...music makes me lose control

How were your weekends? Me went to this lil beach on the other side of the coast. A bit dissapointed by it's surrounding. Too many incompleteness going on. Incomplete roads, incomplete chalets, incomplete shops... Not really my kind of beach bumming locale. It was just ok. But that's not what I am writing about today. Today's about music. How much do I love thee, oh you wonderful thing called music. Bear with my randomness for the day.

I love Pink. Cool, sassy, loud, and in your face. Love.
Absolutely annoyed by Corinne Bailey Rae. She has the laziest voice I've ever heard. Makes me want to smack the girl and ask her to sing properly. If you are a fan, shhh. We agree to disagree.

Love Shakira. My hair idol. Weird mtvs though, but who cares when you're too busy figuring out how she does her jiggy thing, right? No?

I love music. Love love love. It is the one right to all wrongs of the world. Well, ok, there may be some wrong music, but nonetheless...

I know I am writing crap blog here (as opposed to the rest of my entries so far? ), but I am rushed for time to leave this cube. Due to lack of resources, I usually do this from my cube, just before leaving it for the day. Don't get me wrong. My cube's not too bad. Some even say that it's "romantic", with the few squares of fluorescents above me off - since I get migraine from them, but home sounds better.

I still think about the boys from the box whenever Rascal Flatts do their thing on air. I can't listen Switchfoot's previous album anymore, cos it reminded - brings me back, vividly - to the "dark ages" of my life, a couple of years back. I loved the album back then. I think I still do, but I just can't listen to it anymore. Too bad.

I am listening to Sarah Mclachlan's cd and some foreign female jazz singers - whose name I dun remember, and can't pronounce - almost to death these days. Don't really know why. Just something about haunting females voices and foreign languages. Love it.

~*do i know you?

Ok. So, I'm ok with the crystal now. Will find time to send it for repair. Few hours of brooding coupled with some Project Runways did help. (Thanks P.I.M.P friend - unless you've got rheumatism and can't stand for long, please don't get down on your knees should a new ring come my way this christmas ...hint hint hint... - crystals nonetheless, no diamonds, those are reserved :p ....muahahaha.....

Slept late again last night, and got me thinking about people you meet online. I've made some good friends online over the years. I am lucky in a sense that at the rate of scums infiltering the "cyberspace" (duh... i know), I still managed to meet good people. However, when you really think about it. How well do you actually know your cyberfriends? I am not talking about acquaintances which you send a Hi or Wad up message once in a while, but those that you've actually communicate with, long emails, sharing life stories and all.
Then - for the lack of better things to think of at midnight, I got into my suspicion mode. I've met with some nice folks online lately, but there's a nagging thought that I just can't shake off. We've shared quite a lot of life stories and all, but what if the stories were just that, fabricated tales? What if these people are just having a little fun on gullible but "hot" (muahahaha...) victims - also for the lack of better things to do.

The more I thought about it, the more conspiracy theories I came up with, and the more I question the little things that seem a little odd in the beginning. Of course up till this point, these are just my paranoia rearing it's ugly head... or not? Arrr..... I know, maybe I am being a tad dramatic. Maybe I indulged in my cancerian instincts a little too much, or maybe I am too sceptical for my own good... but I'm a very late 20-something, scepticism's my prerogative... no?

Ah well, shall probably not think so much about it now. If they are, they are. Karma'll get them. If they ain't, I should probably be ashamed for me suspicions. I guess, I might never find out.
To my buddies reading this... thanks for being real, and keepin it real homies... aite!

~*fck.

Fck. :'(

One of the crystals on my fave ring fell off. FCK. FCK. FCK .FCK .FCK!!!

I am sadden beyond words. I'll smack anyone who tells me it's just a crystal or it's just a ring. I'll smack your face so hard and tell you it's just a face.

Arrrrrrrr........... i m going to go home and brood about it now.

~*You make me sick...

"KUALA LUMPUR, Dec 5 (Reuters Life!) - A town in Muslim-majority Malaysia has threatened to fine non-Muslim women for wearing "sexy" clothes, infuriating some women's organizations. Authorities in northeast Kota Baru, which calls itself an Islamic city, will slap fines of up to 500 ringgit ($140) on women who expose navels, wear body-hugging outfits, mini-skirts or see-through blouses, the Star newspaper said on Tuesday.
"Such outfits are prohibited here as it smears the reputation of Kota Baru and affects its status as an Islamic city," the Star quoted municipal council spokesman Azman Daham as saying...."

No more kebayas? Sweats? Jeans? Tanks? Cheongsam??? My utmost pity to you guys.
Go ahead Scott Adams. Blow up the moon! You've got my vote!!

~*yawn...

I am bored. Sick of this place. Need a change of environment. Been working along the same street - different co. - for the past 6 years since leaving college. Yup, same street. Separated by 2 train stations, 5 mins walking distance from both ends. That has been one of my criteria in looking for jobs. Convenience. Sigh. Things are just going too damn slow in this place. But leave, I can't, just yet. Had to wait. Had to complete some duh projects - which is also going at snail pace. Had to add that to "beautify" my cv. But I am so completely sick and bored.

I envy people with simple wants in their lifes. I think I envy that what they want in life is a big car, a big house, 2.5 kids and that they are satisfied just by achieving that. I don't envy them for having those things. I envy their simplicity. I envy that to them, their family and wealth, and possesions are everything they needed. I wish I could be like that, marry a guy who can give me everything and live contently ever after. I wish I didn't know that there might be more to life than just all that. But to me, there is. What it is, I have yet to discover, but i know there is. And for that I may be doomed to eternal wandering and spinterhood... ah well...

anyways, ere's one of my fave blogs:- http://dilbertblog.typepad.com/

~*stupid

"Stupid" - SARAH McLACHLAN

Night lift up the shades
let in the brilliant light of morning
but steady there now
for I am weak and starving for mercy
sleep has left me alone
to carry the weight of unravelling where we went wrong
it's all I can do to hang on
to keep me from falling
into old familiar shoes
***
how stupid could I be
a simpleton could see
that you're no good for me
but you're the only one I see
***
love has made me a fool
it set me on fire and watched as I floundered
unable to speak
except to cry out and wait for your answer
but you come around in your time
speaking of fabulous places
create an oasis
dries up as soon as you're gone
you leave me here burning
in this desert without you
***
everything changes
everything falls apart
can't stop to feel myself losing control
but deep in my senses I know

~*I would like to believe that I am not the only one who relates to these words.I would like to think that anyone, at one time or another, has been in this similar... pickle?

Anyways, this is not a blog about being duped or what not, I was just listening to the album last night.I've always loved this song, and I've always prefered female vocalist. I don't know why. Female voices are more pleasing to my ears, I guess. No I am not gay.
I've also notice that there are quite a few really good ballads - by female artists, out there lately, with substance, not just the normal love/hump/booty staples. One in particular, Christina's new one. Goosebumps everytime i hear it. Pink's new album's also hella good :) go get it, and let me know.

Met up with the box people yersterday, sans the chindian, who got a piece of my mind - playfully la - afterwards. Had fun revisiting the place or mall we called home for 7 days. Brought back hella good memories, makes us all warmth and fuzzy :p And the most hilarious part was, We are now in one of the brochures at this spa that chindian boy and I went to - as promo thingy. Our pics and my MIX blog was there :p apparently they really like my crap. Hehe... ah well...

another friday...

6:11pm. Just solved the last problem of the day for one of my user. I am in IT... so, yea, user. Kinda bored but not quite. Still thinking of being at parents' place for the weekends.
Pros - unlimited surfing, blogging, a/c.
Cons - lack of privacy to surf and blog, a/c makes my allergies worse.

Skin is getting dry. Complexion's withering. The "beauty regime" that I follow diligently a couple of months back when I was going out with this younger kid, is not longer followed. Gosh, it's almost 5 months now. I really should start again before my face is completely gone. Sigh.

As always, I wish i could write more... but has to reply this loong email before hitting the road home. Ah well...

ooh oooh... i forgot to mention... we had another write up in one of the local dailys again last week... erm... not like I was that excited about it :p just sharing, u know...