going shopping (again) now.
wish me luck.
will post great pictures later.
ta!
April 30, 2006
April 29, 2006
saigon and wentworth miller
freds,
me in saigon and having loadsa fun.
arrived at 11 am and been shopping nonstop since.
trying to prove that i can really blow one months worth of pay in 3 days.
vietnam is great.
people drive like maniacs here, road rules clearly optional.
a vehicle would normally honk every 2 seconds at each other.
motorcyles are everywhere..i reeally mean everywhere.
crossing the road is mission impossible slash extreme sports.
why did the chicken cross the road in saigon?
because it was feeling highly suicidal.
very hot and not as humid so its just basically hot.
not gonna go visit any other places in vietnam cause the whole point of coming here was to shop; quote-unquote mom.
works fine with me.
gonna get all my friends cheesy keychains.
see, i told you i love you.
hoho.
our hotel is super awesome, got a whole room to myself since sister is not with us (finals exams, bummer) and mom who is spposed to bunk with me spends all her time in the boys room (abah, lil bro, lil lil bro)
vietnamese are great people. vendors at the great market are a little pushy but arent they like that everywhere in the world?
people here are so polite and friendly a far cry from my experience with the koreans.
havent learn to say anything in vietnamese yet, maybe later. maybe after i know the name of the great market, being the sole destination of this excursion. maybe.
gotta go and gorge myself with super cheap fruits now.
holler if anything,
thinking of everyone back home..
NOT~~
kissis and hugsus.
me in saigon and having loadsa fun.
arrived at 11 am and been shopping nonstop since.
trying to prove that i can really blow one months worth of pay in 3 days.
vietnam is great.
people drive like maniacs here, road rules clearly optional.
a vehicle would normally honk every 2 seconds at each other.
motorcyles are everywhere..i reeally mean everywhere.
crossing the road is mission impossible slash extreme sports.
why did the chicken cross the road in saigon?
because it was feeling highly suicidal.
very hot and not as humid so its just basically hot.
not gonna go visit any other places in vietnam cause the whole point of coming here was to shop; quote-unquote mom.
works fine with me.
gonna get all my friends cheesy keychains.
see, i told you i love you.
hoho.
our hotel is super awesome, got a whole room to myself since sister is not with us (finals exams, bummer) and mom who is spposed to bunk with me spends all her time in the boys room (abah, lil bro, lil lil bro)
vietnamese are great people. vendors at the great market are a little pushy but arent they like that everywhere in the world?
people here are so polite and friendly a far cry from my experience with the koreans.
havent learn to say anything in vietnamese yet, maybe later. maybe after i know the name of the great market, being the sole destination of this excursion. maybe.
gotta go and gorge myself with super cheap fruits now.
holler if anything,
thinking of everyone back home..
NOT~~
kissis and hugsus.
April 28, 2006
wentworth miller
slut mode
henry rollins
steve sandvoss
jensen ackles
travis fimmel
ben cohen
channing tatum
effing beautiful.
henry rollins
steve sandvoss
jensen ackles
travis fimmel
ben cohen
channing tatum
effing beautiful.
April 27, 2006
wentworth miller
mission impossible
get a cab from anywhere to kuala lumpur from 430pm onwards.
i so need my own ride.
get a cab from anywhere to kuala lumpur from 430pm onwards.
i so need my own ride.
April 24, 2006
wentworth miller
post chocolate report
feeling much better, still sneezing but not feeling as shitty.
trying to blog about my awesome weekends but have to wait until i can breathe first.
i hate my sinus.
feeling much better, still sneezing but not feeling as shitty.
trying to blog about my awesome weekends but have to wait until i can breathe first.
i hate my sinus.
wentworth miller
been sneezing nonstop since morning.
feel/look like crap, basically.
bloody hell, its also monday.
explains it all.
need to bring out the big guns now.
time to get ..chocolate.
feel/look like crap, basically.
bloody hell, its also monday.
explains it all.
need to bring out the big guns now.
time to get ..chocolate.
April 20, 2006
wentworth miller
the genius of eddie izzard
on how england built empires by stealing countries with the cunning use of flags.
english buggers : we claim india for britain in the name of her royal highness queen victoria.
indians : you cant claim india, we farking live here, all 500 millions of us.
english buggers: ..do u have a flag?
indians : we dont need a bloody flag, its out country, u bastards..
english buggers : no flag, no country, you cant have one. thats the rule..that i just made up. and im backing it up with a gun that was lend to me by the NRA.
on how england built empires by stealing countries with the cunning use of flags.
english buggers : we claim india for britain in the name of her royal highness queen victoria.
indians : you cant claim india, we farking live here, all 500 millions of us.
english buggers: ..do u have a flag?
indians : we dont need a bloody flag, its out country, u bastards..
english buggers : no flag, no country, you cant have one. thats the rule..that i just made up. and im backing it up with a gun that was lend to me by the NRA.
wentworth miller
bugger this.
i love my guess cuff watch. dad bought it for my 21st birthday. its very indiana jones looking, wide brown leather strap, square bronze colored erm, watch thingy. love it to bits.
last time i went to pangkor and went for a dip in the sea, i had my leather watch on. so afterwards when i had to go to a meeting the leather strap was all damp and eww. genius me thought for a quick fix, i would turn on the hair dryer and put the watch in front of it and it would dry in no time.
fucking retard, i was.
apparently leather, when heat is applied so blantantly, shrivells. the loopy loops you have on the end bits of the strap, the one where you tuck the tail in, was dried so distortedly, i fell to bit when i picked it up. both of it, even the one near the buckle bit. bugger that.
ive been living with my loopless watch for a while now, i still love to bit.
yesterday, someone suprised me just outside the washroom and i dropped the watch. brilliant, now the glass is cracked. i went mental.
called the malaysia guess watch service center to ask about replacing the whole damaged bits of my discriminated watch.
a new strap is 95 ringgit.
the glass bit is 45 ringgit.
thats a 140 ringgit worth of watch repair.
i cant bloody afford a 140 ringgit worth of repair.
i could buy a swatch watch for that.
but i dont like swatch watches, they tick too loudly, the loud ticking ticks me off.
but i dont have 140 ringgit.
bummer aint it?
i love my guess cuff watch. dad bought it for my 21st birthday. its very indiana jones looking, wide brown leather strap, square bronze colored erm, watch thingy. love it to bits.
last time i went to pangkor and went for a dip in the sea, i had my leather watch on. so afterwards when i had to go to a meeting the leather strap was all damp and eww. genius me thought for a quick fix, i would turn on the hair dryer and put the watch in front of it and it would dry in no time.
fucking retard, i was.
apparently leather, when heat is applied so blantantly, shrivells. the loopy loops you have on the end bits of the strap, the one where you tuck the tail in, was dried so distortedly, i fell to bit when i picked it up. both of it, even the one near the buckle bit. bugger that.
ive been living with my loopless watch for a while now, i still love to bit.
yesterday, someone suprised me just outside the washroom and i dropped the watch. brilliant, now the glass is cracked. i went mental.
called the malaysia guess watch service center to ask about replacing the whole damaged bits of my discriminated watch.
a new strap is 95 ringgit.
the glass bit is 45 ringgit.
thats a 140 ringgit worth of watch repair.
i cant bloody afford a 140 ringgit worth of repair.
i could buy a swatch watch for that.
but i dont like swatch watches, they tick too loudly, the loud ticking ticks me off.
but i dont have 140 ringgit.
bummer aint it?
April 19, 2006
wentworth miller
my phases
im a very phased individual. i live my life through phases that are quite extreme. like, when im going through my 'iron all my linens' phase, i would probably do that, quite manically. once the phase has expired, i shall not iron my linen at all. but during a phase, i would be quite obsessed at executing it, all linens must be ironed before use, no excuses. of course, there are the normal phases that everyone else goes through, your garden variety depressed phase(s), 'i wish i was single' phase, the 'i wish i have a bf/gf' phase, 'i want to marry prince william' phase, doc mart boots phase, spandex phase, lose weight phase and of course the infamous, lazy phase.
being phases, these phases arent at all permanent, however the duration for each shall vary. its also quite possible to experience more than 0ne phase at a time, for instance, i had a bedsheet shopping phase simultaneously with my 'i shall change the way i smile' phase in 2002. (where i was buying a lot of bed sheets and smiling like an idiot while doing it)
u may or may not recover from a phase. i recovered fully from my idiotic grinning phase in '02 wth nothing more than a few photographs to cringe at now. i have never recoverd from my bedsheet phase, it is now however, moderately tamped down. not all phases are beneficial. my toilets are amazingly clean during my sporadic, recurring 'clean toilet every other day' phase. but i also like to forget my 'vests over everything' phase back in 1997, beneficial only for proving fashion don'ts.
some phase might also be of the recurring nature, as u might kno. my mom would induce 'im surely an adopted child' phase to me almost every other day and on special occasions say, birthdays.
my more common recurring, non-beneficial phase is my laze phase. its quite common, occurs once or twice in a month, for about a week long, probably longer. this is the time when i couldnt care less about anything at all. when im not having this particular phase, im quite meticulous
about how i do things. the thing about phases is, there are some phase that would induce another phase into happening. for example, i would have my brave fashion experimenting phase that would have me tossing and getting my whole wardrobe in complete shambles and that would smoothly translate into my laze phase where i let the wardrobe be for when until my paze phase is over, even if my fashion phase ends before the laze phase, i still wouldnt do anything about the complete mess my wardrobe is in. more often than not, my lazy phase would be kicked into premature conclusion when i couldnt find any specific item of clothing thus would force me but to sort and arrange my wardrobe which is in complete dereliction of the laze phase concepts. classic case of simultaneous phasing with inductory element by another phase.
so, i had a stretch of laze phase going on for about 2 weeks. i really starting to hate myself and i know i have to self abort the phase really soon. my room was really turning into a sty (does anyone else realise that theres a 'sty' is 'style'?) not that im dirty or anything but the mess was really piling up and no longer avoidable by shoving it under my bed.
so, last night i decided to end my current laze phase by cleaning, vacuuming, dusting, wiping, sorting, arranging, tidying my room. end it big. i was mentally prepared to really dig in. thats the thing with killing a phase; phases, when died unnaturally, is quite painful. u need discipline, and theres never many of that lying around.
as i was getting phsyced up to end my phase by my never-too-soon room cleaning, my mom started nagging everyone about the indecent amount of laundry that needs folding. as my laze phase was comprehensive, it would partially my fault to that problem. so, i took the whole load and folded it. and then i still have the room to clean. i wasnt ready for that. i allocated just the exact amout of anti-laze power to juice the room cleaning but not the mountainous laundry folding. i was almost depleted of power to do anything. i was drained. the unscheduled activity drained me. but i braved on. and i got the room cleaned. i vacuumed, i sorted out my undies drawer, color coded my tshirts and tops, alphabetized my CD collections, rearranged my books, cleaned underneath my bed, threw out the garbage, dusted all my shelves and table tops, polished my trinkets, updated my notice board, sorted out my perfumes according to heights, color coded my earrings, hanged and arranged my work clothes according to color and fabrics and all that shit. told u meticulous.
this unwarranted demand on my unsuspecting system was jarring. im sure ive exhausted all my known will power to overcome phases. now, im vulnerable to phases without any source to overcome them.
lets hope 'wear vests over everything' phase doesnt make a comeback..
im a very phased individual. i live my life through phases that are quite extreme. like, when im going through my 'iron all my linens' phase, i would probably do that, quite manically. once the phase has expired, i shall not iron my linen at all. but during a phase, i would be quite obsessed at executing it, all linens must be ironed before use, no excuses. of course, there are the normal phases that everyone else goes through, your garden variety depressed phase(s), 'i wish i was single' phase, the 'i wish i have a bf/gf' phase, 'i want to marry prince william' phase, doc mart boots phase, spandex phase, lose weight phase and of course the infamous, lazy phase.
being phases, these phases arent at all permanent, however the duration for each shall vary. its also quite possible to experience more than 0ne phase at a time, for instance, i had a bedsheet shopping phase simultaneously with my 'i shall change the way i smile' phase in 2002. (where i was buying a lot of bed sheets and smiling like an idiot while doing it)
u may or may not recover from a phase. i recovered fully from my idiotic grinning phase in '02 wth nothing more than a few photographs to cringe at now. i have never recoverd from my bedsheet phase, it is now however, moderately tamped down. not all phases are beneficial. my toilets are amazingly clean during my sporadic, recurring 'clean toilet every other day' phase. but i also like to forget my 'vests over everything' phase back in 1997, beneficial only for proving fashion don'ts.
some phase might also be of the recurring nature, as u might kno. my mom would induce 'im surely an adopted child' phase to me almost every other day and on special occasions say, birthdays.
my more common recurring, non-beneficial phase is my laze phase. its quite common, occurs once or twice in a month, for about a week long, probably longer. this is the time when i couldnt care less about anything at all. when im not having this particular phase, im quite meticulous
about how i do things. the thing about phases is, there are some phase that would induce another phase into happening. for example, i would have my brave fashion experimenting phase that would have me tossing and getting my whole wardrobe in complete shambles and that would smoothly translate into my laze phase where i let the wardrobe be for when until my paze phase is over, even if my fashion phase ends before the laze phase, i still wouldnt do anything about the complete mess my wardrobe is in. more often than not, my lazy phase would be kicked into premature conclusion when i couldnt find any specific item of clothing thus would force me but to sort and arrange my wardrobe which is in complete dereliction of the laze phase concepts. classic case of simultaneous phasing with inductory element by another phase.
so, i had a stretch of laze phase going on for about 2 weeks. i really starting to hate myself and i know i have to self abort the phase really soon. my room was really turning into a sty (does anyone else realise that theres a 'sty' is 'style'?) not that im dirty or anything but the mess was really piling up and no longer avoidable by shoving it under my bed.
so, last night i decided to end my current laze phase by cleaning, vacuuming, dusting, wiping, sorting, arranging, tidying my room. end it big. i was mentally prepared to really dig in. thats the thing with killing a phase; phases, when died unnaturally, is quite painful. u need discipline, and theres never many of that lying around.
as i was getting phsyced up to end my phase by my never-too-soon room cleaning, my mom started nagging everyone about the indecent amount of laundry that needs folding. as my laze phase was comprehensive, it would partially my fault to that problem. so, i took the whole load and folded it. and then i still have the room to clean. i wasnt ready for that. i allocated just the exact amout of anti-laze power to juice the room cleaning but not the mountainous laundry folding. i was almost depleted of power to do anything. i was drained. the unscheduled activity drained me. but i braved on. and i got the room cleaned. i vacuumed, i sorted out my undies drawer, color coded my tshirts and tops, alphabetized my CD collections, rearranged my books, cleaned underneath my bed, threw out the garbage, dusted all my shelves and table tops, polished my trinkets, updated my notice board, sorted out my perfumes according to heights, color coded my earrings, hanged and arranged my work clothes according to color and fabrics and all that shit. told u meticulous.
this unwarranted demand on my unsuspecting system was jarring. im sure ive exhausted all my known will power to overcome phases. now, im vulnerable to phases without any source to overcome them.
lets hope 'wear vests over everything' phase doesnt make a comeback..
April 18, 2006
wentworth miller
But It's alright
Why don't you tell me my friend
How you'll still be there
When the heartache ends
-rob thomas, when the heartache ends.
even if it wasnt that big of a heartache,
i thank all my true friends for simply, being there and being yourselves.
to khairul who was there from the it started. i appreciate the thoughts, the opinions, the time, the care, the (lame) jokes.
to lutfi who was available nonethelessly. u seriously suck at not being in love, dude.
to reena who was there afterwards, i love you so much, u have no idea. i had no clue wat i needed, u were there to give it all.
to shiren who was there all the time, and will be there, always. there's nothing in this world i wouldnt do for you. u haf no idea how much just the thought that u are around means to me.
when u have friends this great, who needs anything else? ever.
*hugsies*
so now, wats the deal with not letting me date a younger guy?
April 13, 2006
wentworth miller
and the mania continues..
i have this magazine cut out i posted on my overcrowded notice board in my room.
it says "everything is for nothing, u're gonna die anyways"
depressing.
lord knows why i put it up, eons ago.
when i woke up this morning and the first thing i saw was that, it really put the lead in my feet.
the feeling you get when ure so sick of everything. that u really hate ur life.
the whole way to work i was thinking of that stupid sign and wat im really doing to myself, to my life. is it all worth it? am i happy? wat am i waiting to be happy?
wat am i waiting to be happy?
permission? who from?
allowance? wat for?
revellation? wat u call this then?
everything is for nothing, u're gonna die anyways.
i have the normal healthy amout of fear of death everyone has.
its not the dying that scares me, its the before.
and it scares me a lot.
why am i the way i am?
how insecured am i thinking that im a secured person?
who am i living this life for?
am i settling? can i do more? do i want to do more?
who to say anything? who to not listen to anything?
wat have i been doing all this while?
for whom am i doing it for?
was i happy? was i content?
am i happy now? can i be happy?
maybe i should just take down the bloody sign.
surely, it still means nothing has changed.
oh goodie, im schelduled for a brain transplant next week.
sigh. moan.
update:
as i was sitting down my puny cubicle, set for a day of mundane work, i got a text message from a friend, wishing me good morning and reminding me that and i quote, "instead of thinking of waking up everyday is for work, try to remember to be grateful for each day u get to wake up is a chance to be thankful for everything and everyone u have, each day after this is a blessing, live it as such."
that combined with a random rob thomas' when the heartache ends, makes a pretty potent system jolt.
unselfishly, ive been questioning life, unsuspectingly, ive been looking for more.
when all i have now, i barely deserve.
i have this magazine cut out i posted on my overcrowded notice board in my room.
it says "everything is for nothing, u're gonna die anyways"
depressing.
lord knows why i put it up, eons ago.
when i woke up this morning and the first thing i saw was that, it really put the lead in my feet.
the feeling you get when ure so sick of everything. that u really hate ur life.
the whole way to work i was thinking of that stupid sign and wat im really doing to myself, to my life. is it all worth it? am i happy? wat am i waiting to be happy?
wat am i waiting to be happy?
permission? who from?
allowance? wat for?
revellation? wat u call this then?
everything is for nothing, u're gonna die anyways.
i have the normal healthy amout of fear of death everyone has.
its not the dying that scares me, its the before.
and it scares me a lot.
why am i the way i am?
how insecured am i thinking that im a secured person?
who am i living this life for?
am i settling? can i do more? do i want to do more?
who to say anything? who to not listen to anything?
wat have i been doing all this while?
for whom am i doing it for?
was i happy? was i content?
am i happy now? can i be happy?
maybe i should just take down the bloody sign.
surely, it still means nothing has changed.
oh goodie, im schelduled for a brain transplant next week.
sigh. moan.
update:
as i was sitting down my puny cubicle, set for a day of mundane work, i got a text message from a friend, wishing me good morning and reminding me that and i quote, "instead of thinking of waking up everyday is for work, try to remember to be grateful for each day u get to wake up is a chance to be thankful for everything and everyone u have, each day after this is a blessing, live it as such."
that combined with a random rob thomas' when the heartache ends, makes a pretty potent system jolt.
unselfishly, ive been questioning life, unsuspectingly, ive been looking for more.
when all i have now, i barely deserve.
April 12, 2006
wentworth miller
yerp, still aint over the talented mr miller.
du du du.
being newly single, its but unevitable for me to start dating again. sooner or later.
apparently, much sooner than i expected.
so there's this guy, from my starbucks group of people.
he's kinda cute and well, most of the time cute is enough for me but he's pretty nice and with decent english (yay)
we worked together one time and i think he's cool.
so, i found out he kinda sorta digs me.
ahem. ditto.
and with best bud, reena as our cupid he asked me out.
(which is all good but im kinda booked solid for the next 3 weekends, but i definitely would find the time)
question: what are the odds that he is my rebound guy since i just broke up like, 2 seconds ago. another best bud shiren said that no, its highly bloodi unlikely that im doing that.and its not like i haf anthing to rebound off anyways.
so, it appears im set to date this fella.
i did mention that he's 2 years younger than i am, right? oh, i didnt? well. its besides the point. no?
shiren told me to forget the whole thing then.
sigh.
i then said, well, when im 60 and alone and misrable living at home with my cats i haf her to tanks for making me miss the one chance to live happily ever after with my destined love. (hypothetically speaking of course, wat are the odds, hey)
to which she replied, and i quote, "at 61 nell, i believe i'd be joining u, cats and all"
hilarious.
im still gonna go out on a date with him, though.
maybe ill bring my cats.
du du du.
being newly single, its but unevitable for me to start dating again. sooner or later.
apparently, much sooner than i expected.
so there's this guy, from my starbucks group of people.
he's kinda cute and well, most of the time cute is enough for me but he's pretty nice and with decent english (yay)
we worked together one time and i think he's cool.
so, i found out he kinda sorta digs me.
ahem. ditto.
and with best bud, reena as our cupid he asked me out.
(which is all good but im kinda booked solid for the next 3 weekends, but i definitely would find the time)
question: what are the odds that he is my rebound guy since i just broke up like, 2 seconds ago. another best bud shiren said that no, its highly bloodi unlikely that im doing that.and its not like i haf anthing to rebound off anyways.
so, it appears im set to date this fella.
i did mention that he's 2 years younger than i am, right? oh, i didnt? well. its besides the point. no?
shiren told me to forget the whole thing then.
sigh.
i then said, well, when im 60 and alone and misrable living at home with my cats i haf her to tanks for making me miss the one chance to live happily ever after with my destined love. (hypothetically speaking of course, wat are the odds, hey)
to which she replied, and i quote, "at 61 nell, i believe i'd be joining u, cats and all"
hilarious.
im still gonna go out on a date with him, though.
maybe ill bring my cats.
April 10, 2006
wentworth miller
ive decided to rename all my blog entry 'wentworth miller' as a homage to, duh, wentworth miller.
(its either this or a tatoo of wentworth miller)
(im trying to see how many time i can say wentworth miller in one blog)
ahem.
i really couldnt care less how 3rd grade-ish im being because i heart wentworth miller and i want to have wentworth millers kids.
this is my gmail chat with my bestest buddy, shiren, about, uve guessed it, wentworth miller, on our office time.
(scott adams would be so proud)
we both heart wentworth miller.
*squee*
shiren: wentworthhhhhh
(its either this or a tatoo of wentworth miller)
(im trying to see how many time i can say wentworth miller in one blog)
ahem.
i really couldnt care less how 3rd grade-ish im being because i heart wentworth miller and i want to have wentworth millers kids.
this is my gmail chat with my bestest buddy, shiren, about, uve guessed it, wentworth miller, on our office time.
(scott adams would be so proud)
we both heart wentworth miller.
*squee*
shiren: wentworthhhhhh
droooooll
me: drool drool slobber slobber drool
9:25 AM im stil at epi 10, simpan nak tengok sikit sikit
9:27 AM where u at right now?
9:28 AM shiren: done whole season
waiting for season 2
9:29 AM me: dont tell me the ending
those eyes, those lips, those eyes...the body aint that hot tho
9:32 AM shiren: ya. body so so only
but the eyes n lips
yum
9:33 AM me: yum indeed. did he end up wif the girl doctor? this u can tell, but not anything else
9:34 AM shiren: i duno
me: choi.
nevermind then
9:35 AM shiren: its still too early
me: as soon as my new office furniture arrives, i shall continue my wentworth discovery journey
shiren: i oso see no progress
ooh ooh
tell me tell me
9:36 AM me: sigh.
9:37 AM its should be illegal to look that hot and be that cool at the same time
9:41 AM shiren: ya
drool
omg this is so sad
9:42 AM i am gaga over a tv character
i need to meet real people
me: yeah, how 5th grade is that?
shiren: exactly
i feel like a lowly moss now
me: two young single working women drooling over a hollywood star
shiren: well
at least it is not a Bollywood star
that is even sadder
me: hear hear
9:43 AM but saif ali khan aint that bad nowadays. guffaws
shiren: thanx a lot nell
9:44 AM me: anyways, miller deserves this adulation okay
shiren: true dat
..wat, me? grow up? NEVER..
..wat, me? grow up? NEVER..
April 07, 2006
wentworth miller
things i learned from my pangkor island beach resort "business" trip.
1. there are some weird people out there, seriously dudes, u have no idea.
2. listening 'oh carol' being sung *badly* and continously on the karaoke machine can induce total brain shutdown
3. im a bigger slut than i thot.
4. im also a better actress then i thot, i could fool people to think im enjoying myself listening to them sing 'oh carol'
5. some people take karaoke waaayy too seriously to be normal.
6. theres no bigger turn off than to see a guy flailing his arms around the floor to pass it off as dancing.
7. the older u get, the bigger party animal u (tink u) are, especially when ure on an island far away from ur spouse. and there are girls gyrating nearby.
8. asking a girl "so, where does ur husband work?" right after hello is a subtle way to find out if shes married and interested in a extra marital affair with u.
9. pangkor is beautiful
10. some married guy are seriously hot. *apply number 3 and number 6 subsequently*
11. im hopeless at playing beach volleyball but apparently im a pretty decent score keeper.
12. my mom is not that cool, theres some cooler moms out there who would jump up and do chacha in public.
13. someone name a dance pocopoco and i kno how to do it.
14. i have excellent taste in shoes. (no suprise there)
15. 23 years old is 'young'
16. i find guys with decent conversational english with proper grammar incredibly sexy. didnt find any in pangkor.
17. buffets arent as hyped up as i used to think it is.
18. french country managers with bad teeth inviting u for a dinner at his apartment in kellys hill is hilarious.
19. reading about some poor dude got his brain splattered by a chopper blade on the news paper is also hilarious.
20. a dance floor full of adults "dancing" is a very disturbing sight.
21. marriage and children doesnt stop u from having fun. (read: hit on young girls, dance with young girls, ask young girls out on a date)
22. my french sucks. 9 years down the drain.
23. i am funny. people actually thinks im funny.
24. there are some weird people out there, seriously dudes, u have no idea
1. there are some weird people out there, seriously dudes, u have no idea.
2. listening 'oh carol' being sung *badly* and continously on the karaoke machine can induce total brain shutdown
3. im a bigger slut than i thot.
4. im also a better actress then i thot, i could fool people to think im enjoying myself listening to them sing 'oh carol'
5. some people take karaoke waaayy too seriously to be normal.
6. theres no bigger turn off than to see a guy flailing his arms around the floor to pass it off as dancing.
7. the older u get, the bigger party animal u (tink u) are, especially when ure on an island far away from ur spouse. and there are girls gyrating nearby.
8. asking a girl "so, where does ur husband work?" right after hello is a subtle way to find out if shes married and interested in a extra marital affair with u.
9. pangkor is beautiful
10. some married guy are seriously hot. *apply number 3 and number 6 subsequently*
11. im hopeless at playing beach volleyball but apparently im a pretty decent score keeper.
12. my mom is not that cool, theres some cooler moms out there who would jump up and do chacha in public.
13. someone name a dance pocopoco and i kno how to do it.
14. i have excellent taste in shoes. (no suprise there)
15. 23 years old is 'young'
16. i find guys with decent conversational english with proper grammar incredibly sexy. didnt find any in pangkor.
17. buffets arent as hyped up as i used to think it is.
18. french country managers with bad teeth inviting u for a dinner at his apartment in kellys hill is hilarious.
19. reading about some poor dude got his brain splattered by a chopper blade on the news paper is also hilarious.
20. a dance floor full of adults "dancing" is a very disturbing sight.
21. marriage and children doesnt stop u from having fun. (read: hit on young girls, dance with young girls, ask young girls out on a date)
22. my french sucks. 9 years down the drain.
23. i am funny. people actually thinks im funny.
24. there are some weird people out there, seriously dudes, u have no idea
April 06, 2006
wentworth miller
right side of my head throbs sometimes, i call it my 'brain hiccup'
hurts like blazes and it throbs at the most unsuspecting time, like when im on the bus.
yesterday it throbbed the whole day, after lunch.
freaked out by all my talk of how its possibly a tumour, my mom packed me off to go see the family doctor.
i apparently have migraine. not very happy about that.
the nice doc asked if theres anything that could trigger the migrain
'are u working?'
yes.
'is work stressful?'
no. wat stressful is i have nothing to do at work.
'are u dealing with something difficult in life right now, maybe a breakup?'
yes, but seriously dude, i couldnt care less.
'sure its not the breakup?'
absolutely, its been ages and im happily gallivanting and dating other guys now.
'how about ur family, any trouble at home?'
heaps, but thats normal. its our way of being happy.
'maybe its work.'
all i do i watch downloaded tv series all day. how stressful is that?
'eye strain perhaps'
wearing contacts.
'food could cause migraine, chocolate and MSG, u been eating maggi lately?'
sworn off maggi after boarding skool. chocolate is my staple diet for the past 5 years.
'why dun u take it easy anyway, go for a vacation, relax'
just came back from pangkor 4 days ago.
-at this point she gave up and just wrote me a prescription.
are u sure its not a tumour.
'positive. now leave me alone *weep*'
i think now the good doctor has a brain hiccup of her own.
im not sharing my drugs.
hurts like blazes and it throbs at the most unsuspecting time, like when im on the bus.
yesterday it throbbed the whole day, after lunch.
freaked out by all my talk of how its possibly a tumour, my mom packed me off to go see the family doctor.
i apparently have migraine. not very happy about that.
the nice doc asked if theres anything that could trigger the migrain
'are u working?'
yes.
'is work stressful?'
no. wat stressful is i have nothing to do at work.
'are u dealing with something difficult in life right now, maybe a breakup?'
yes, but seriously dude, i couldnt care less.
'sure its not the breakup?'
absolutely, its been ages and im happily gallivanting and dating other guys now.
'how about ur family, any trouble at home?'
heaps, but thats normal. its our way of being happy.
'maybe its work.'
all i do i watch downloaded tv series all day. how stressful is that?
'eye strain perhaps'
wearing contacts.
'food could cause migraine, chocolate and MSG, u been eating maggi lately?'
sworn off maggi after boarding skool. chocolate is my staple diet for the past 5 years.
'why dun u take it easy anyway, go for a vacation, relax'
just came back from pangkor 4 days ago.
-at this point she gave up and just wrote me a prescription.
are u sure its not a tumour.
'positive. now leave me alone *weep*'
i think now the good doctor has a brain hiccup of her own.
im not sharing my drugs.
April 05, 2006
wentworth miller
yesterday i lied and didnt come to work. instead, i went to do my other job.
yerp, i played truant to one job so dat i can work the other one.
how wickedly interesting is that? marketing exec by day and super barista by night.
so when theres a bar contest yesterday and i was to represent my district, i called in sick at my office and went on the quest of proving my ultimateness of serving coffee.
i didnt win, if u have to ask.
(the whole shinding was obviously rigged)
im also a little paranoid my HR would ask for my MC slip
(which i have none)
im not really clear about the companys policies when it comes to keeping a second job.
(im sure its absolutely not allowed)
i also hope Laurent keeps his mouth shut
(a semi-collegue i stumbled across wearing my starbucks uniform)
i promise never, ever, ever to do it again.
(in case someone from the office reads this)
in any case, i havent found any time to work at the starbucks ever since i started my marketing job (wait, both jobs are marketing jobs) i mean, my marketing exec job. maybe once the store opens on weekends, maybe. its not about the money, although extra moolahs are always welcome, i love coffee and learning about coffee, that and my new best friend works there. i dunno, i just think working at starbucks is big fun and i dont get a lot of that in my life, mightaswell hold on the few i have.
but its not about the money.
well, not completely.
yerp, i played truant to one job so dat i can work the other one.
how wickedly interesting is that? marketing exec by day and super barista by night.
so when theres a bar contest yesterday and i was to represent my district, i called in sick at my office and went on the quest of proving my ultimateness of serving coffee.
i didnt win, if u have to ask.
(the whole shinding was obviously rigged)
im also a little paranoid my HR would ask for my MC slip
(which i have none)
im not really clear about the companys policies when it comes to keeping a second job.
(im sure its absolutely not allowed)
i also hope Laurent keeps his mouth shut
(a semi-collegue i stumbled across wearing my starbucks uniform)
i promise never, ever, ever to do it again.
(in case someone from the office reads this)
in any case, i havent found any time to work at the starbucks ever since i started my marketing job (wait, both jobs are marketing jobs) i mean, my marketing exec job. maybe once the store opens on weekends, maybe. its not about the money, although extra moolahs are always welcome, i love coffee and learning about coffee, that and my new best friend works there. i dunno, i just think working at starbucks is big fun and i dont get a lot of that in my life, mightaswell hold on the few i have.
but its not about the money.
well, not completely.
April 03, 2006
wentworth miller
and i am back. ending my months hiatus right now.
rejoice.
now, for your viewing pleasure, my list of wats been happening in my life 4 months past, in no particular order.
1. (march 20th) i (finally) got a job! a real one (working 5 days a weeks at starbucks didnt count, according to my mom) am now a marketing executive of a small IT company. yay!
2. (march 3rd) i (finally) got a driving license. passed it on my first try. how impressive is that?
3. (february) found a new best friend, reena. met her while working at starbucks menara standard charterd. i wuv her.
4. blogged another blog page about my one month work in starbucks at pish fish.blogspot.com
5. (march 16th) broke up with my boyfriend.
6. (march 31st) went on my first business trip to pangkor. hoho.
7. gave mom and dad my some money from my first paycheck. *proud*
8. (february) installed broadband at home. wohoo.
9. (april 8th) new do. not my brightest fashion statement but its ok.
i could only come up with these for the time being, shall add more when can remember.
so life is great right now. work is non-existant for the time being, they gave a spiffy new laptop at work, weighs a tonne but im happy. been downloading stuff from the net like a maniac. gunners is doing awesome, the team is in great top form. all friends and pals are happy and well. couldnt ask for more, really. i have the next 3 weekends full and booked. awesome.
*contented sigh*
rejoice.
now, for your viewing pleasure, my list of wats been happening in my life 4 months past, in no particular order.
1. (march 20th) i (finally) got a job! a real one (working 5 days a weeks at starbucks didnt count, according to my mom) am now a marketing executive of a small IT company. yay!
2. (march 3rd) i (finally) got a driving license. passed it on my first try. how impressive is that?
3. (february) found a new best friend, reena. met her while working at starbucks menara standard charterd. i wuv her.
4. blogged another blog page about my one month work in starbucks at pish fish.blogspot.com
5. (march 16th) broke up with my boyfriend.
6. (march 31st) went on my first business trip to pangkor. hoho.
7. gave mom and dad my some money from my first paycheck. *proud*
8. (february) installed broadband at home. wohoo.
9. (april 8th) new do. not my brightest fashion statement but its ok.
i could only come up with these for the time being, shall add more when can remember.
so life is great right now. work is non-existant for the time being, they gave a spiffy new laptop at work, weighs a tonne but im happy. been downloading stuff from the net like a maniac. gunners is doing awesome, the team is in great top form. all friends and pals are happy and well. couldnt ask for more, really. i have the next 3 weekends full and booked. awesome.
*contented sigh*
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