This is so weird!

Still remember this stranger? Yea...the one with smelly armpits!

He sms-ed me just now. Isn't that weird???? Would a stranger sms you to ask how you spend your holidays and how have you been, and things like that? No? Now, that's very strange!

Initially, I ignored the smses. I only replied him after half an hour. Oh, I didn't answer his questions but I told him that the results are released today and asked him whether he wants to buy books. Hehe.

Now, who says I like talking to strangers like him? He's just a potential customer who might buy my books! He repeated his questions asking how I spend my holidays but I'm not that stupid to give him those answers. I mean, why should I answer him? Heck, he's just another weird and boring stranger! Heh! Who knows he has some hidden agenda in mind? Oh well, whatever...like as if I care. After all, he's NOT a prospective fish to catch!

So, who cares what this weirdo has in mind? Duhh...

Happy Birthday, Mum!

Today's mum's birthday. Even though the old man is still in the CCU, it's not right to neglect such an important day.

I discussed with dad and we agreed to celebrate the special occasion. I bought mum a card (OMG! That's so out of fashion!) and a cake. Dad gave her a big ang pow while bro bought her her favourite Korean series.

I've been very busy in these few days. That's why I was unable to spare some time to write a long post and dedicate it to mum just like what I did for dad.

Anyway, mum...Happy Birthday! I love you! :)

The yummy cake I bought for mum : Spanish Chocolate (Belgian Dark Choc with Blue Berry and White Choc inside)

*Drools* OMG!! Eating a piece of this cake makes me a sinner! ~LOL~

The gap between life and death

It was very cold in there. Everyone's getting impatient and worried. But we can't do anything much besides waiting.

It was my first time in the Critical Care Unit. I went in with mum to have a look at grandpa, as it COULD have been my last time seeing him. He was put under sedation. The frail old man looked totally helpless with different kinds of wires and tubes all over his body. And there were two monitors beside him.

It was really eerie in there. I was surrounded by four patients (including grandpa) who were in the space between life and death. Their bodies were all swollen and looked greenish. In fact, my whole family couldn't recognise the old man when we pay him a visit. There was a strong stench in the room too, erm...probably the smell of sick people and those about to die?

The short visit in the unit became interesting when mum started to explain what were those wires and tubes for. I even asked mum a few questions regarding those wires, tubes and monitors. Mum's a very experienced senior nurse in the operation theatre and that made her answers too technical to be understood. But, she tried to explain in a much simpler way. Anyway, it was quite interesting as all those questions and answers were related to one of my childhood ambitions. (That's a different story altogether. Tell you all next time.)

According to one of the surgeons, he said it's just a matter of time and that we should be prepared as he (grandpa) may "go" at anytime. We accepted the bad news and we are still waiting for the day to come. It's not that we want to chase him out of this world but the departure could at least stop what he has been suffering all the while and also lessen the burdens of the other family members. Somebody told us that he might be waiting for someone. Is it possible?? Oh, maybe he could be waiting for his friendly son-in-law to come back from overseas later today. Or perhaps he's waiting for his long lost second son who has been missing for years! I don't know and nobody knows.

Being stuck in a space between life and death is not a good idea. You suffer. The same goes to the family members. And everyone's worried. We can't do anything much besides getting ready, be realistic and start discussing about his funeral.

If given a chance, I would very much prefer to die peacefully, better to leave the world in my sleep while holding my (future) husband's hand in bed. Hehe. I know it's very self-centred to die first, leaving the man all alone BUT he's getting all my money! Oops, out of topic! Talk about this some other time!

Hopefully, everything's going to be fine. Time decides everything...

Blood Donation Drive

According to the original plan, I'm supposed to be strolling around in Petaling Street at this time but due to unforeseen circumstances, the trip has been cancelled postponed.

Yesterday, grandfather underwent a major surgery after vomiting blood and had "Melena" stool (a term for blood in the stool). He's only semi-conscious and is currently under the care of the specialists in the Intensive Care Unit.

Even though I'm not close to my grandparents but as his granddaughter, I have the responsibility to help. Dad asked me to find blood donors and I did. I sent uncountable messages to friends just now, asking them to help to donate blood type B or O. My blood type is not B (don't ask me why but mine is the same as dad's) and I can't donate blood too as my blood pressure is too low.

I know I can't help much but hopefully, he'll get well soon. *prays*

Bersih, Cekap dan Amanah...kononnya!

My brain is still blank at the moment but I'm really disgusted with what I read in the newspaper and saw in the news on TV.

I don't know whether it's true or not, but how can the cops do that?? What's the point of the naked ear squats?? This is so scary! And it's getting out of hand.

If it's a normal graft issue like those we always hear, then at least it's not that shocking. Now, everything is getting from bad to worst! Lately, you see that kind of news regarding the so-called law enforcers almost everyday. These orang kuat are supposed to ensure the public's safety and security but look at what they've done! This is clearly a breach of trust between the society and the PDRM forces. So, do you still believe in their code of ethics as mentioned in their website? Adakah mereka betul-betul setia, berdisiplin, berwibawa, prihatin & mesra dan cemerlang?? (Sorry, my brain is nonfunctional today. So, can't translate...hehe!) Please refer to their website here. Now, it's really a big question. Would you dial 999 again if you had a problem? Can we really depend on and trust them now??

*Sheesh* My brain is still not functioning like it nomally does. So, I'm off! Ciao.

Totally blank!

Hello??! Is there anything inside my brain?? What's wrong with me now? My brain is totally BLANK!!

BAH! Guess I'm used to too much of thinking and now it feels weird not having anything to think about!

Oh yea! I've got something to think about actually. This morning, dad received a call from the hospital. The nurse told him that grandfather needs to undergo an emergency surgery. This old man was sent to the hospital two days ago due to health complications. So, the trip to the big city might be cancelled! *really potong stim!*

Ok, now I'm really blank! Absolutely nothing in my brain! This is so abnormal!! What's wrong with me huh??? Another sign that I've gone crazy?? *Sheesh* I'm always crazy, remember???

A stroll down memory lane...

It was sometime in March 1994 when I met a childhood lover friend. He's the eldest son of mum's best friend. I stayed at his house during a trip to KL when I was only 10 years old. He's two years my senior. Being a naive and innocent little girl at that time, we acted like as if we were in a "boyfriend-girlfriend" kind of relationship. Hahaha...

The stay at his place wasn't long but I could still remember certain things. I remembered the time when he held my right hand, and I was holding his younger brother's hand. Really felt like a family! LOL! And the purple flowers he gave me. The hiding places where we hid ourselves during a game of hide-n-seek. Haha... Oh well, he's part of my childhood memories.

After that, we didn't meet until sometime in 1998. We both were too quiet and shy to talk at that time. LOL! Guess it was the weirdest time during adolescence. Then, he followed his family to Penang and we met again when I was in Form Five. Nothing much happened besides some eye contacts, exchange of smiles, greetings of hellos and goodbyes, and the part when he asked how I was doing as that time was somewhere near SPM.

So, I reckon whether there would be any form of conversation between me and this old friend when I meet him this Saturday. I'm following my family to his place for an old friend gathering (my mum and his mum) but we won't be staying at his place this time. In these few years, I didn't meet him at all even though I went to KL with friends a few times before this (I saw someone who looks like him at Sungei Wang Plaza previously, but that's a different story altogether). I wonder how would it be like... to meet an old friend after so many years?? I don't want to think much but somehow, it feels funny. Is it normal to exchange emails or contact numbers??? OMG! This is so weird!

Five star hotel vs Private hospital

Ever wondered what's the difference between a five star hotel and a private hospital??? I've stayed at both places before and if you were to compare their bills, you're going to get a big shock! Do you know that a one night stay at a private hospital is much more EXPENSIVE than a five star hotel???

The 6 advantages of staying at a private hospital instead of a five star hotel (if you're renovating your home and had to stay elsewhere, etc. etc.):

1. You have a "slave" to collect all the outputs from your body.
2. You get to see pretty girls in uniform.
3. You don't even need to move an inch of your body just to get the TV remote control.
4. You get the best and fastest service all the time just by pressing the emergency bell.
5. You get to eat six times a day.
6. Refer to the previous five.
   

So, take a pick. Which is better??

To whom it may concern...

Dear farkers, it would be good not to mess around with this bitch here. Just a piece of advice. Never offend any women or you'll regret and live a miserable life!

I've finally found this moron's real identity. I know every single shit about that farker now. Messaged him twice and he replied using another number (It's useless to tell you his number). I realised he's just another piece of shit with an extra itchy groin! I was so tempted to publish his horse face here but rules are rules. I don't want to be stupidly caught and forced to eat nasi kandar and teh tarik at a lousy place called jail.

This moron is a parasite who happens to live in this country without any form of contribution. Therefore, he should be "terminated". A useless organism like him shouldn't stay here coz he's just so L-O-U-S-Y! A university student but can't speak simple English??? Shame on you!! A university student but has nothing else better to do besides fantasizing and wanking for 24 hours till his cock head bleed??? Hopeless!! A university student but can't come up with convincing excuses of why he calls people who are listed in the hand phone he found(as he claimed)?? Useless!! An adult who's easily panic-shaken by a lady until his balls shrunk? Aww...maybe he is better off without any balls!

A good example for you peeps to think about. If you found a hand phone and it has lots of credits in it, would you use it??? If you decided to use it, would you call the names listed in the hand phone itself??? No?? And even if you decided to call anyone from the list, would you ask a perverted question which could land your ass in the lock-up?? No?? So, that's a clear sign of a very bodoh local undergraduate who is sexually deprived and has a brain with the size of a pea! I really pity his oh-so-cannot-make-it girlfriend for having a nincompoop like him but she's in the wrong too. If she's able to satisfy her boy, then the jackass wouldn't be so "itchified" and gatal to simply dial to call girls!

Just a short note to that farker even though he doesn't read my blog. "Hey farker! Learn your lesson and grow up! You better use your bloody pea sized brain before doing anything next time. With what you said I could drag you to court easily, but it's a waste of time to mess around with kids! I just want to know which idiot gave you my number but you kept repeating the lousy excuse. For goodness sake, brush up on your English coz you suck in that! And if you like to stalk on girls, please don't use the lame way to call unknown people and pretend to know them. That's a very cheap way to court girls ok! And by the way, my friend says it's so easy to cheat you! Congrats! She's happily cheating on you NOW! So, enjoy being cheated! Go back and play with yourself or other sluts, and don't disturb me!"

KNNMCHTIUUMUTHAFARKER.DIE.

For all you know, he's really oh-so-lousy. He's someone who is gatal at the wrong time and place, probably a loser who experiences premature ejaculations with a less than 3 inches third leg before and after wanking! Ohh...that's so sad! I suggest that he chops off his extra small tongkat and cannot-be-seen meatballs to become the next famous pondan since he's such a chicken shit!

No Money, No Wedding!

Do you like the idea of mass wedding? You know...the kind of so-called wedding ceremony of more than one couple, and usually involving hundreds of newly-weds. It's quite popular in Malaysia these days.

A mass wedding ceremony was reported in the TV3 Nightline when I was watching news. All the while, when I stumbled upon any news article in the local dailies regarding mass weddings, I thought these newly-weds could possibly have the same mindset. A mindset of "the more, the merrier". So, maybe it's because these people wanted more people to join them on such a happy occasion and decided to get hitched, together on the same auspicious day. BUT, I was wrong.

When the TV3 reporters interviewed a few fellas, the newly-weds said that they decided to join the other couples in a mass wedding ceremony as it's much cheaper. It was really shocking and embarassing to hear that.

Excuse me??? You mean you want to marry your sweetheart but you don't have money???? If you have no money, then just forget about marriage! Come one, be realistic! It's your wedding day, and you only walk down the aisle once in your whole lifetime (unless you plan to divorce and remarry!). Even if you could save up a lot on a much cheaper wedding ceremony, it doesn't mean you don't need to spend on anything else after your wedding! What about your wife and kids??

Still remember that idiot, my course mate??? He once told us (me and other course mates) that he wouldn't mind borrowing money from the loan sharks or banks if he's not financially stable to marry his future wife. OMG!! That's even worse isn't it?

I would prefer not to marry if my future husband were to think that way. Serious. What's the point of getting married and be happy only on that day itself, knowing that you'd need to repay all the debts later?? That's really stupid! For all you know, you've got to pay the bloody debts all by yourself coz your man is unable to do so. And the payback of debts is going to take forever to end! Bless the lady if babies start joining her family!

For the sake of marrying your sweetheart, don't be so kiam siap, can??? It's going to be a great disappointment to her! Either you start planning and saving now or forget it! (Can discuss with her also lah of course) *Sheesh*

The Power of Pure Stupidity

Warning! You're about to read the stupidest poem ever written by the author of this blog. Please be warned that by reading this poem, you could possibly suffer from a severe brain disorder which would either make you laugh your ass out till you enter Hospital Bahagia, puke or pass out! So, read at your own risk! Should there be any problems occurred after reading, the author will not be obliged to compensate. Thank you!

A stranger you were once,
Who came with not much words, unlike the lousy ones,
Never imagined you’d secure a place in the heart,
As someone else had already filled that part!

A stranger you were once,
With perpetual arguments ensued after some time,
Leaving a mass of bad first impressions to bear in mind,
I must admit that you were the most hated person one can find!

A stranger you were once,
Always dragging me to your world of fantasies in advanced,
Forever yakking about the same annoying topic in different ways,
Until the whole conversation was set ablaze!

A stranger you were once,
Sometimes talkative, at other times dead silence,
Out of nowhere, you began to steal my attention,
Making me pondering whether it was an infatuation.

A stranger you were once,
You stumbled upon me surprisingly by chance,
I reckoned whether you’d catch me if it weren’t a crush,
But a deep fall into your arms with a blush!

A stranger you were once,
Creating the sudden excitement when your nick pops up in every glance,
Unknowingly, you started conquering my blur mind,
Leaving me mentally possessed till I became blind!

A stranger you were once,
Filling the gap in my life for only a temporary period of fun,
But, I still can’t do anything much at the end,
Coz you've already mentally “conquered” my soul, friend!

A stranger you were once,
When you left to go somewhere else,
Only then did I realize you’ve booked a place in my heart,
Now, I’m contemplating whether I should tell you about this part!

It's been a while since I started pondering upon this issue. Initially, I wanted to tell Joyce first before taking any further action but I managed to come up with this lousy poem, as I was too free. Hehe. OMG!! I'm sure she's going to laugh her ass out coz I remember complaining about this fella to her some time ago.

So, as I read this poem over and over again, I came up with an equation:

“(Infatuation + Lust --- Mr. Flirt) + So-called feelings + Essence of “manja” + Excitement + Pondering = Pure stupidity”

So, is this equation clear enough to show the power of pure stupidity?? Oh well, I guess it doesn't matter to be stupid at times. After all, one can never be smart all the time. BUT, I've broken the most important rule of flirting, so please please please kill me before another offence is recorded!!

OMG!! I guess you've just seen/read about the stupidest thing I've ever done and thought! BLAH!! Now, I stupidly tell you that the stupidity in me is reaching a shocking stupid level and I shall remain stupid in the cocoon with my stupid coconut till I settle this stupid problem. Enough of stupidity?? I'm off! Ciao.

Sorry for the grammatical errors (if there's any) and also the use of non-rhyming words in the poem. I can't help it coz this is the first ever poem I've ever written. What?? My first poem??? *GASPS* I think I've gone stupidly crazy! You have two choices before you leave this blog. You either stab me to death with your mother's sharp kitchen knife to stop the contagious virus of stupidity OR join me and become stupid, yay! Now, choose the best option, comrades!

More about girls...

This post is an addition to the previous post.

With the fluctuation of hormones (Estrogen & Progesterone) and also the symptoms of PMS, women tend to behaviourally change a few times within a month. She may be sad or depressed over small matters at a certain time of the month. She may also be feeling happy (with/without any reasons) and thinks she's beautiful (even though she's not!). Some time in her monthly cycle, she feels on top of the world, with an extraordinary high level of confidence. She might also encounter a stage of being flirtatious or hungers for attention from her male counterparts. She might have a change in sexual preferences and could possibly experience an increased libido too.

So, there you go. Women are born complicated and it's not easy to be one. If you understand her well, everything would be fine (hopefully, *crosses fingers*) =P

Something you guys need to know about girls

Guys, ever had an argument with your mother, sister, girl friend or female friends for no particular reason? You did nothing wrong but they were angry at you, making you worried, sad and confused. Well, maybe you really did something until you triggered the anger in her but it might also be due to her monthly cycle. In a much simple way to explain, a woman changes a few times during her monthly cycle and also throughout her life.

So, to further understand your partner/friend/mother/sister, it is vital to know something about Premenstrual Syndrome (PMS). Have you heard of PMS??

Premenstrual Syndrome:

PMS is a disorder characterized by a set of hormonal changes that trigger disruptive symptoms in a significant number of women for up to two weeks prior to menstruation. Of the estimated 40 million suffers, more than 5 million require medical treatment for marked mood and behavioral changes. Often symptoms tend to taper off with menstruation and women remain symptom-free until the two weeks or so prior to the next menstrual period. These regularly recurring symptoms from ovulation until menses typify PMS, premenstrual syndrome.

PMS often increases at times of hormonal turbulence, for example, puberty, childbirth, after miscarriage or pregnancy termination or changes in contraception. Women who experience postnatal illness are more prone to PMS. Women aged 30-45 years often experience most severe PMS. PMS often affects successive generations, although a genetic predisposition has yet to be established. PMS often makes pre-existing conditions worse.

Symptoms - two general categories:

Physical symptoms

Bloating

Breast tenderness
Swelling of feet and ankles
Fluid retention and weight gain
Painful uterine cramps just before and during the first few days of menstruation
Headaches
Food cravings (especially for salty or sweet foods)
Acne breakout
Low energy or fatigue
Palpitations
Dizziness
Backaches or muscle pain

Psychological and emotional symptoms

Fatigue
Mood swings
Irritability
Feeling "out of control"
Depression
Aggressiveness or hostility
Crying spells
Difficulty concentrating
Increased appetite
Forgetfulness
Changes in libido (sexual desire)

Although the specific symptoms of PMS vary from woman to woman, the top three complaints seem to be irritability, fatigue and bloating.


So, with all those I listed, you guys may use them as a guide to determine the right time to say/negotiate certain things. Try observing your girl and tell her the magic words/confess your feelings/propose at the right time. Try observing your mother and find the right time to talk to her so that you wouldn't get a tight slap from her for asking her approval to marry an ang moh! Try observing your sister to tell her the truth at the right time so that she wouldn't kill you for shaving her poodle! Happy observing, guys!

The MillionHair Story

This post is not suitable for underaged kids and immature retards!

Just imagine you were at the beach area. You were obviously drooling over the sexy babes in bikinis or macho leng chais in their trunks. As you were "enjoying" the pretty/cool looks, your eyes move vertically to the South from the top. AND, you suddenly realised something. It was a great turn off to see the peek-a-boo of pubic hair a huge forest down there, coming out from the bikini or the trunk. (This sentence is only applicable to certain people, depending on individual's "taste". Hehe)

Have you ever experienced that? Well, I have seen it many times but it's not much of an impact on me even though I was quite curious. I guess you must be wondering how could a babe or leng chai be like this. Based on my own observations, and also a Q&A session with selected peeps, I found the answer. It's a simple fact that we are all born with "balanced" hair growth all over the body. So, if you have bushy eyebrows, lots of hair on the arms and legs and everywhere else, then the forest down South is a smaller one. If one has a natural hair-free skin, then he/she will most probably have a huge forest. *What I said is only applicable to those who doesn't trim/shave/pluck/wax/whatever*

So, is that really true?? Kekeke...

I can't sleep again....

Everyone says that sleeping early is good for the skin. So, I got to sleep early to have a beautiful porcelain skin BUT I can't sleep! Stupid PMS...yes, I am having PMS (not the monthly flow lah, noobs!), and that explains why my normal very nice and tolerating self can get so annoyed until I exploded yesterday!

I was supposed to blog on PMS (Premenstrual Syndrome), to help my male friends understand more about ladies but it'll take up a long time. So, I decided to postpone the interesting post.

Then I thought I should just blog about something that has been bugging me for a few days already BUT damn, I can't! Even though this place (blog) can be considered as my so-called online diary, I just can't do it. Some things are just too personal to be published.

Usually, when I'm down or puzzled over something, I'd tell my cheemuis. The first one that came to mind was Joyce. She knows almost everything about me BUT she's still in uni having her final exams! I miss her very much! Haih...! I don't know what's wrong with me, but I'm just so confused about something and someone. I can't tell anyone about this too as I said it's quite personal. BLAH!! I hate to be like this. Stupid PMS!! *Sheesh* I feel like a fool now. Forget what I said. I guess I'll be crazy for a few days!

At the moment, while pondering over something, some songs got stuck in my brain. Well, the lyrics of these songs have nothing to do with what I'm thinking about. So, stop assuming. Anyways, they are: "Foolish Beat" and "No More Rhyme" by Debbie Gibson, "Secret Lovers" by Atlantic Starr, "When Love And Hate Collide" by Def Leppard, "Can't Fight This Feeling" by REO Speedwagon, "Mirai e" by Kiroro, "You're Beautiful" by James Blunt, etc. etc.

Alright, it's almost 2am now and I think I should be sleeping. But I know I will only lie down if I were to go to bed now. So, it's useless...and I'll start thinking again! WTF?? Stupid PMS. Stupid brain cells. Everything seems stupid now. I'm off! Ciao.

Ignore this post please...thank you!

Have you ever felt like leaving everything to stay in a place where nobody knows who you are? Well, I'm not depressed but it's rather normal to feel this way at times. That's what I read in an article recently.

Sometimes, I just feel like going somewhere else to stay. No, please don't get me wrong. There's nothing wrong with my family and I love all of them. What I'm saying here can be clearly defined in a word, PEACE.

Do you know how annoying it is when everyone (or some) around you start(s) asking annoying questions? It's good to be caring but it can also be too irritating when you become nosy. When one is not in a good mood, all she wants is to be alone. She'll be desperately searching for solace to ponder over something that has been bugging her. And she might be online as usual, but can't you sense that she's not being herself? Anyways, some friends realised that. Thanks for being sensitive. I was really moody!

At times, I still try my best to be a good listener even when I'm down. I don't mind helping or listening but I can't stand it when the whole topic changes direction. And out of no where, I suddenly become the topic of the day and fools keep asking me about my past, current life and future. For fark's sake, can you please leave me alone??? (Sorry, I can be very mean when I'm angry) I don't want to be reminded about my past! It's a great joy that I manage to delete that fella off my brain and that I've been thinking of someone else! Is that clear enough?? I don't need to report or tell anything to anyone out there also. I know you people have been very caring, thank you but PLEASE MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS! Whether I'm a loser in my love life or whether I flirt or fark around, that's none of your bloody business!

I get farking annoyed when some people (even old friends) bug me on things I don't want to talk about. That's why, I sometimes really wish I could vanish just like that. Disappear and nobody (exclude a few close friends lah of course) knows what happen to me. Sometimes, hanging around with certain fellas remind me of my age. Seriously, I've always wished to be older. And, I just feel like disappearing...not keeping in touch with some of them. I can't feel any difference in them when they're around. They are still thinking the same way like years ago. So, am I the only one who has grown older, or much more mature than my old self? Please stop telling me that I'm still nerdy like last time, still the same, this and that. Whatever you say is useless coz I know I've changed. I might still look the same boring person to you but my mind is definitely thinking faster than yours! So, fark off and stop comparing! If you have nothing else better to yak about, then just shut the fark up!

I hate childish fellas too! Mind you, could you please take a look at your own image in front of the bloody mirror before bombarding me with farked up questions??? You need not be so pretentious just to save this so-called friendship! Your fake attitude alone makes me want to puke! So, you seriously don't need to put in so much of shitty efforts to rescue this dying friendship. If you feel I'm such a terrible friend, then let it be. You're not worth of a friend like me!

Before I end this piece of shit post, I'd like to remind you all. Please mind your own business and don't be a bloody pretentious motherfarker! If you're not one, that 'friendship' word will never end between us. Whatever it is, this is my life. What I want to do is my own business! I don't need you idiots to remind me on this and that. And PLEASE stop asking about my past! I hate to be reminded about my lousy love life, ok? Now, just fark off and shit somewhere else if you think your love life is better than mine! I AM NOT INTERESTED TO KNOW ANY SHIT ABOUT YOUR LIFE!

The end.

Ciao.

Mysterious unknown caller

A moron called my 019 line this morning, or afternoon as it was almost 12 noon. I reluctantly woke up to listen to that phone call as I thought the caller might be an old friend/flirt. After all, the line has been dead for quite some time since the last call. (Psst...this line is only used for mental stimulations. Kekeke!)

As I couldn't sleep last night (I also don't know why!), I was really pissed off when someone called to disturb my slumber. Even though the caller's voice was quite familiar, I don't think he's a friend/flirt. I got freaking annoyed when he (unknown caller) started asking me to guess his identity! Somemore asked a weird personal question that only a flirt would ask! Bloody hell!

He identified himself as someone who studies at the same college. BUT I'm not a college student! So, he shouldn't be someone from the same uni. He calls me ****** but those in uni calls me by my real name. Only those from the internet calls me that. So, he should be someone from the net. BUT how the hell he got my number??? NO idea!

Anyways, his number is: 016-8971637. Please say hello to this moron or help me to investigate! Thanks.

Random thoughts....again??

After reading my friend's post, I started thinking again. Have you ever fallen for the wrong person?? I mean, you realised you shouldn't be falling for that particular someone, but you're still thinking of him/her. And the worse part is you just can't control your bloody brain from thinking about that someone.

Personally, I experienced that many times already. Well, maybe what my friend says in his post is very true. Sometimes, it's rather easier to fall for someone than to forget him/her. From what I observed, I have many friends (both male and female) facing the similar situation. They knew that particular someone will never be the other half, but they can't do anything much to prevent themselves from pondering. All they could do is to tell a friend (me) and I can't do much either besides listening to what they've got to say, consoling or giving a humble advice to them. After all, I consider myself a sucker in this issue too.

I could still remember what I disliked in men when I was years younger. I used to hate metrosexuals but I fell for one. I used to hate skinny men but I fell for one. I used to hate this and that (mostly physical attributes) but I fell for them. That's the time when I realised I actually don't have any physical criteria on men I like. So, you tell me...is there really a clear definition of "pretty" or "handsome"?? (Please ignore the stupid power of stereotyping) Having encountered different types of past histories and male friends, there is no such word as "handsome" in my brain's vocabulary! That word will only exists when I fall for someone coz I still believe that when you actually have feelings for that someone, he/she would just stand out amongst the other male/female in your heart, or mind. He/she will be the first one in your mind when you wake up in the morning and the last one you think about before you doze off at night.

So, why is it that we often fall for someone easily?? And why is it so difficult to forget a particular someone when you knew it's impossible to be together? Yea, we should be realistic but how possible it is to control our brain? Oh please don't get me wrong. I'm not thinking nor talking about the bloke that I've managed to delete off my brain! Seriously, I've had crushes on and even fallen for friends, school mates (old story lah), flirts (dangerous!) and many others. So, have you ever fallen for the wrong person even though you knew you'll never be with him/her???

This song by James Blunt has been stuck to my brain ever since I first heard it. But, the lyrics has some connections to what I said earlier.

"You're Beautiful"

My life is brilliant.

My life is brilliant.
My love is pure.
I saw an angel.
Of that I'm sure.
She smiled at me on the subway.
She was with another man.
But I won't lose no sleep on that,
'Cause I've got a plan.

You're beautiful. You're beautiful.
You're beautiful, it's true.
I saw your face in a crowded place,
And I don't know what to do,
'Cause I'll never be with you.

Yeah, she caught my eye,
As we walked on by.
She could see from my face that I was,
Flying high,
And I don't think that I'll see her again,
But we shared a moment that will last till the end.

You're beautiful. You're beautiful.
You're beautiful, it's true.
I saw your face in a crowded place,
And I don't know what to do,
'Cause I'll never be with you.

You're beautiful. You're beautiful.
You're beautiful, it's true.
There must be an angel with a smile on her face,
When she thought up that I should be with you.
But it's time to face the truth,
I will never be with you.

Random thoughts

It's 4.20pm now. I was supposed to take a short nap just now but I can't sleep. Guess I lost the glory of being a sleeping queen. There are 11 fellas online at the moment but I don't feel like chatting. I have three to four books to read but I don't feel like reading. I could 'repair' my new self-designed screwed up blog template but I'm a sucker in CSS.

So, what else could I do besides stuffing my bloody rotting brain with some random thoughts? The first thing that came to mind was some usual plans of 'world dominations'. Oh well, I guess I don't need to elaborate much on this as it'll make you bored to death. After all, I bet everyone here is quite clear of my innate hunger for job satisfaction and the so-called word of 'success' that has been implanted in my bloody coconut.

Then, I suddenly thought of a particular someone, who is a friend and also a flirt. I had a bad first impression on him. Initially, I thought he was a 'good for nothing person' and also someone who is very much into coitus (even though he claimed he hasn't done it before). Later, I realised he's actually a different person. Someone who's ambitious, loves his mother, hardworking and blah, blah, blah. Just that it's true he has a higher drive towards that activity! LOL... So, I guess sometimes we tend to misinterpret things and it becomes or feels weird after we've found the truth about it. Just like this fella I mentioned, I never thought I could establish any kind of friendship with him. But somehow, things turned out the opposite. What the hell am I trying to say actually? Damn! I lost my main point already!

After a while of mind wandering, a close friend called. She asked another weird question. "Do you consider yourself a nymphomaniac?" I said I dunno. But I read somewhere about this topic before. According to the article, a person who is a workaholic is usually a nymphomaniac coz that's a healthy way to reduce stress! Wahhh!! Is that really true??? OMG!!! I guess I need to do more observations! LOL...

The next thing that came to mind was stupid excuses. I had long chats with a few friends in the past two weeks regarding their confusing love lives. I have often heard of different kinds of excuses but do you really use stupid excuses like these?? "coz you're not funny enough" "coz you're a vegetarian" "coz you don't have a degree" etc. (Sorry friends, those I mentioned are merely examples). Personally, I dislike people who uses any kinds of stupid excuses. Well, when we don't like something, I'm sure we'll come up with lots of lame excuses but those examples I mentioned are really ridiculous! So, next time, if you don't like someone, please think of some other kinds of excuses, like "coz you don't have a nose like Andy Lau" or "coz you don't have Johnny Depp's pair of eyes" or "coz you can't joke like Jim Carrey" or whatever. For goodness sake, don't be a sucker in giving stupid excuses if you don't want to hurt the other person!

Waa...even a post on random thoughts can be this long??? OMG!! I just realised...Why am I talking about that friend in the third paragraph?? That's a shitty sign! *Sheesh* I just hate Mondays! Stupid random thoughts...leave me alone, I'm crazy!

Please open your eyes bigger and stop assuming!

Hello idiots! I'm a pure Malaysian, not a ciplak chap cheng kia. And I'm a 100% Chinese too, even though my dead greatgrandmother from both sides were actually from the Baba & Nyonya clan. Besides, I'm born and bred in Penang island even though my grandfather is actually from China. I just hate it when people start to question whether I'm from Malaysia or I'm a pure Chinese. I experience that all the time, even until today! Damnit! Can you please open your eyes bigger before you start assuming???

During my first semester, many morons think I'm a Malay girl just because I got along easily with the other Malay students. They started all the assumptions when they saw me wearing a baju kurung, speaking bahasa in their own way--bahasa kampung. I got freaking annoyed coz as many as 20 lousy fellas asked me the same thing over and over again.

"Ehh, you ni orang apa?"

"Oh saya ni orang utan!"

"Haha...cakap betul-betul la. You orang Melayu ke orang apa?"

"Saya bukan orang Melayu tetapi campuran Portugis dengan Baba & Nyonya." I answered and grinned moronically.

"Ohh, you dari Melaka??"

"Asal kat Melaka tapi tinggal di Penang"

I was just fooling around as I thought only idiots would believe me, but those peeps who asked me were pure idiots! I can't help it and must identify them as idiots coz they really believed what I said! (Smart asses wouldn't believe things I say coz 98% of craps from my mouth can never be trusted! HAhahaa...)

When I entered sem 2, some morons started speculating that I'm a Siamese residing in Kedah. I suddenly 'became' a Sarawakian in my previous semester! WTH??? I've never even been to Sarawak! How could I ever be or looked like one from that beautiful place? *Sheesh*

Does a hyphenated name indicate that a person is a Taiwanese or a Korean? Damn! Too much of information dissemination isn't good but I gotta tell you about my weird special hyphenated name, as in my identification card. Bank tellers always ask the same question.

"Miss, are you a Taiwanese or a Korean?"

"No, unfortunately not. Why? I look like a Taiwanese or a Korean babe?" (I'll definitely ask the second part if the bank teller is a man. Oops, I shouldn't tell you this!)

Recently, some foreigners added me into their MSN list. First, they complimented on my sexy looking eyes. Oh well, I can't deny the beauty of my eyes! (Sorry, I'm very perasan case!) Then, they saw two of my pics on some other stupid friendster look alike thingy and concluded I look like a Mongolian! Hello...?? A Mongolian???? WTF?? I've never been to that country. Never even seen any Mongolian babes before! So, how do I look like one??

OMG!!! I guess I gotta have a serious talk with my parents. There's an emergency need to interrogate them about my background. Who knows I might come from a reeking trash area with lots of creepy-crawlies! Eeeeuuwww!!!

All the best, buddy!

Is STPM this week? Just wanna take this opportunity to wish a gaming friend good luck and all the best!

I saw his nick on MSN just now. It's really great to have another friend who has high spirits and self-motivations. His nick: P Am=A, Maths=A, Phy=A, Chem=A

Hope he'll get straight A's and please don't come to my uni! Hahaha...

That question again???

I was enjoying a cool mask to rejuvenate my dull looking skin when my hand phone rang. I wanted to ignore that call but I couldn't. It was a long distance call from Sabah. My crazy friend, S called. For a short introduction, she is identified as crazy coz she loves to hug me for no particular reason. She tells everybody that sex is a human need but she herself is still a virgin. She loves to molest 'attack' people and I was her 'victim' when we were on a vacation recently. She has a funny character and she's able to change a person's life from dull to extremely exciting.

So I answered her phone call and the first thing she said was, "Si Cha Bo, are you still a virgin?" (She calls me Si Cha Bo in Hokkien, and sometimes Sei Pat Phor in Cantonese)

I was dumbstruck! Instead of answering her funny question, I laughed non-stop till my mask crack!! When I finally regained composure, I told her, "Wahhh!! How come suddenly ask that? Your question makes my nose bleed. So, what do you think? Am I still a virgin?" Haha...I purposedly said that just to keep her in suspense!

This whacko was supposed to study for her final exams but she called me all the way from the other side of Malaysia just to ask that question. Actually, she questioned me about the V issue before but I didn't say anything. This time, I gave her an answer. In fact, that wasn't an answer to her question. Haha, I bet she'll call again! Kekekee...

Besides S, there are many other friends who love to ask me this question. Why are you all so busybody? Whether I'm a V or not, why would you care so much? Does knowing the truth gives you any benefits or advantages?? Gila sial... (Of course, if my close chee muis ;) were to ask me, it shouldn't be a problem to tell them).

The First Visit

It was my final year in Primary School. As usual, I followed my friend, SI back to her house after school so that we could attend school activities together later in the evening. One day, she came out from the bathroom looking sad.

“What’s wrong?”

“I think I’m going to die…”

“What happened??”

“Some brownish red thing came out!”

“Came out from…??”

Without saying anything, SI just pointed her index finger to the lower part of her small-sized body.

“You mean, something came out from that part??? OMG!!!”

“Do you think I should tell Mummy??”

“I think you should…but what is that thing that came out??”

“Wait…I show you this” she said that as she walked into the bathroom.

Eager to know what happened to SI, I followed her into the bathroom. Looking very worried, she showed me her underwear.

“See?? It’s brownish red and I don’t know what’s that. Do you think it’s something caused by diarrhea??”

“I don’t think so. I think that’s a blood stain!”

“Blood??? *sob* I think I’m going to die!”

“Oh please don’t be silly! I think it’s the first visit from your Auntie! And you will have to wear that…”

I comforted her while pointing to a blue colored plastic bag with the word ‘Kotex’ on it.

“…but that belongs to Mummy. Do you think I should wait for her to come back first?”

“You should wear it first, then tell her when she comes back.”

That was my friend’s first time. Her Auntie/Tai Yee Ma/Best Friend/Menstrual Witch came to visit her early when she was just twelve. She wasn’t prepared and didn’t even know anything about that visit. She actually went through the first three days of her Auntie’s visit without wearing a pad! She thought she was dying. Haha…

I had a different experience. I remember it was a Tuesday (In fact, I can still remember the exact date but I’m not going to tell you! =P) when my ‘best friend’ came. Never had I expected 'her' to come so early as it was just my second week in a new school with a different atmosphere. Having studied at a co-ed school, most girls, in fact all would wear shorts or tights inside their skirt. Some said it was a trend, while the others thought of the safety issue. Luckily I had my shorts on, or else everyone in school would have realized that my school pinafore changed color, from light blue to red!

I didn’t feel anything on ‘her’ first visit. Really felt nothing. No pain at all. I only realized ‘her’ visit when I got home. I went to the toilet and saw it.“Dengan mata yang terbeliak besar” (Hehehe, I just love this Malay phrase), I was surprised! But, at the same time, I was pleased coz ‘she’ finally came. The next morning, I went to school feeling weird and excited. I don’t know why I felt that way but I remember asking a few girls in my class. “You have already???” I told SI that ‘she’ came and she congratulated me. Haha… That first visit will never be forgotten as it marked the day a girl officially changed into a ‘productive’ woman.

*When SI showed me that ‘thing’, it was brownish red coz the whole thing had sort of dried up. Guys, for your information, that ‘thing’ is red in color and not brown ok! LOL…

Oh My God!!

The other day, I complained of boredom due to lack of mental stimulation. Guess what? I've been receiving lots of friend requests lately. First, it was a request from a Nepalese. Then, a Tibetan guy. Just now, I received another one from a guy from India. So, who's next?? Perhaps, a Mongolian or a Vietnamese??? Haha...

Woot...?? My Seduction Style??? LOL...

Your Seduction Style: Prized Object

The seduction game you play is tried, true, and still effective: hard to get. You know that the best seducers turn the tables - and get their crush to seduce them. The one running has the power, and you're a challenge that is worth the chase. You are a master of enticing and pulling back. Giving a little and taking some away. You are controlled enough to know rewards come after a long seduction dance. Even though you want to call, email, or say "I love you" first - you don't! You're style is the perfect mix of hot and cold - so much so that you have many suitors. Think Holly Golightly from Breakfast at Tiffany's ... or any of those creepy guys from the Bachelor. You're skilled at inspiring a chase. The real test is picking the person to slow down for.

What Kind of Seducer Are You?

Selamat Hari Raya

Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri

Maaf Zahir & Batin

P/s: Special raya dedications to my Malay friends, Rose, Achik and Fara. Thanks for being there for me. Love you all! =P

I've been cursed!

Firstly, I feel bored. I could push myself to do anything to get rid of boredom but I'm lazy. So, here I am, chatting with a few peeps. I told a friend my condition and he said I'm in a flirty mood. Hah! Is there such a thing?? Oh well, I guess it must be due to the lack of mental stimulation lately.

I could 'cure' this so-called flirty mood with just a click. All I need to do is to search for a few new fellas to chat with BUT I can't. Shit! I just can't do that anymore. I know it's just a temporary fun, and you get to know lots of new friends but I just can't do it. I'm scared. I don't know what the hell is wrong with me but I'm afraid of searching for someone new to chat with. I told another friend about this and she said it's probably the side effect from that bloke (I'm not gonna link this time). Shit!! How could that be???

On another note, I guess searching for new peeps to chat is not a good idea. You know...I always have the tendency to meet or know or even add the wrong person into my MSN list. Really. This is no joke. I've actually chatted and flirted with perverts and even married man. Yes, I've once flirted with a married man. He told me he was single but I found out his true identity through another friend. Believe me, this is something bad. I've never thought of myself, flirting with someone else's husband. OH please!!! I felt terrible! I've never wanted to spoil people's family. After all, he was just a temporary flirt. Just someone to reduce boredom. And he was never my guy type. I ignored and deleted him off my list. But he was really interested. It took me months to stop him from calling.

I think I've been cursed. Want to know why??? Coz all the time I'm linked to men who can never be anyone special. Blah!! I'm not complaining of being single, you idiot! Maybe it's just a sign that I'm not supposed to be a woman. Or a sign that I should be born earlier. Need examples??

I've seen many eligible men, meaning they fit my type. Everything was perfect, with smiles and the eye electrocutions, then later, I'll see something I don't wanna see. No, it's not his banana, you perverts! It's the ring!! OMG!! This fella is married! Damn!! The fun is spoilt. So, this is the first example. Yes, I know this is silly but it has happened umpteenth time ok! Well, you tell me, isn't that a sign that I've been cursed??

Ok, here goes another example. I met another eligible man. Everything seems perfect until I get to know his background. No, he's not the son of a gangster but he has the same surname. Being a Chinese, it is believed that we cannot marry or be with someone of the same surname. So, you tell me, is this suey enough???

So, the bottom line is, I've been cursed. Those eligible men are either married, have the same surname or already have a steady girlfriend. Oh please don't ask me to change my guy type criteria. I can never follow my friend's style. She told me, "If there's no fish, any prawn will do". It means if she can't find any eligible man, she'll be ok with any idiots Tom, Dick or Harry. If I were to apply her concept, I guess I'll have a total of 14 boyfriends in a period of four years. Haha...I'd rather be single than to simply accept anyone!

OMG!! I've been cursed!

Lesson of the day

Today's lesson is about a familiar word in our lives. COMPARE.

So, do you compare yourself with the others out there, your peers, family members or colleagues? Ever since young, everyone around me loves to compare. I personally hate this word. This poisonous word often generates hatred and jealousy. And it's the main reason behind the warfare in certain parts of the globe today.

I confess I'm a victim of this word too. No, I don't like to compare but people just loves to compare, either themselves or the other people around them with me. Some of them are extended (so-called) family members, friends, acquaintances, course mates, past histories (men in my life), etc. So, what is actually wrong with all these people?? Can't they pass each day without comparing??

I dislike anyone who loves to compare. So what if you're richer? So what if you're pretty/handsome? So what if you're popular? So what if you get better grades in exam? So what if you come from a popular school? So what if you managed to enter an ivy league university? So what if you have a boyfriend/girlfriend? Whatever you have now might not last forever. Whatever you have now can never follow you into the coffin when you leave this world. You were born naked. You will die just the same way.

Each of us enter this world with different missions in life. With differing objectives and perception, we live life our own way. Some may think that wealth is everything while the others may prefer happiness. So what's the point of comparing??

Be realistic. I would say grow up if I need to. What you (we) used to compare back in school days can never be the same anymore. You might have compared yourself to someone else, and think that you're much better off than him/her today. But, how do you define better?? Does the word "better" have any quantitative value? Can we apply the hypothesis testing or do some feasibility studies on that word itself?? No. It's just what you believe. It's just a way to feel better or fool yourself when you blindly compare yourself to the other person again.

So, why do you (or we) like to compare? Can't we just leave that 'comparing habit' after we've stepped out of school?? Until today, I could still feel the effects of that word. Because of all those people who have once compared (or are still comparing) themselves or other people with me, I've changed. Luckily, it's a positive change. Well, I wouldn't elaborate much on how the word has changed me but this word is truly poisonous.

Thanks to the education system and trend of comparing, I used to compare myself to other people, mostly peers. It gets stressful when I started comparing weird things. Even though I compare less these days, I could still sense the habit of comparing around me. I have a so-called auntie who loves to compare her kids with me. Everytime I meet her, she'll say this. "Wahhh, you're so smart. I WILL make sure my kids get such results for their major exams. Or else, I'll kick them out of the house". Poor kids. I really pity her kids. Just because of her mentality, her kids have to endure the ugly side of childhood and adolescence.

There's another one who loves to compare. He is dad's colleague's son. He's an ex-schoolmate in Primary School. He is just like his father. Both of them love to brag and compare. He's currently studying in one of the not-so-popular universities in US. I found his blog recently and he's still the same after so many years. He's comparing his university to the local ones here. Ok, I respect his freedom to blog but there's something I don't like about his father. Everytime when he meets me, he'll say the same old thing. "How is your studies? My son is doing VERY well in university. Do you have a boyfriend? My son has a girlfriend". I feel irritated whenever I meet him. I just have to swallow every crap he says as I don't want to portray a lousy image that might humiliate dad.

I just don't get it. Why must some people make their (or other peoples') lives miserable by comparing? Does comparing make you feel any better? There's this girl who was in the same class with me for business studies during Form 6. As she was a bit slow in studies, she came to me almost everyday, telling me the same thing. "I wish I could be like you!" And because of that statement, she struggled like mad just to get half of my results. I'm not trying to brag or despise her. It's just so sad that she has this kind of mentality. It's good that she strives to succeed but it's not a good idea to compare to that extent. She told me no matter how, she has to win me.

It's true that the word compare is important in certain things. For instance, we need to compare the changes in a business to measure how much it has deviated from the original standards. We have to compare health reports to check how much a person's health has deteriorated. BUT, do you see the difference?? We are not only using that word for business, medical or other purposes. We are currently abusing that word. And I just hate it.

As you (we) grow older, it's rather useless to compare as certain things can NEVER be compared. For example:

• How many husbands/wives/kids do you have?? (You can't be bragging on these things, can you?
• How many certificates/degrees/masters/PhDs...do you have? (You could have all these qualifications and can go ahead and compare but that someone could be earning much more than you! How's that?)
• Is your sex life better than mine or how many times have you done it? (Do you know how to compare this? LOL)
• He/she is much handsome/prettier than you. So, you've been ditched for that reason! (Please define pretty/handsome. If someone loves you, he/she will accept you for who you are, even your flaws! So, there's no need to compare!)
• He/she owns a big NEW house and car. So, he/she is definitely richer than you! (That big new house and car belong to the bank. Don't believe me? Go ahead and ask him/her. Only fools would buy something new that's so expensive with 100% cash! Or else, the banks wouldn't have any business to do!)
• He/she wears branded clothes and undergarments. So, he/she should be richer. (What makes you think so? You think she's rich just because she bought the Triumph's latest seamless bra which costs about RM179.90?? OMG!!)
• Everyone knows him/her. So, he's/she's much more popular than you. (In that case, why don't you publish your self portrait in the local dailies and in the internet??? You'll be popular within seconds!)
• His/her blog has more comments/ has been viewed more times than yours. So, he/she is famous in the blogosphere. (Do you really compare that?? OMG!! What's the use of blogging with an anonymous identity if you go around telling everyone or anyone you meet about it?)
  

So, is there a need to compare?? You have your own way of living, and I have mine. We don't need to compare every single thing in life. It's ridiculous! The more you compare, the more dissatisfied you become. If you really want or need to compare, make sure you look at yourself in the mirror first. For goodness sake, grow up!

Happy Deepavali

Happy Deepavali to all Malaysians!

P/s: Special Diwali dedication to my Singaporean 'boyfriend'. Hope you're doing fine there! ;)