I need an Escort! NOW!

Escort. Escort Escort Escort?
Call girls? Male prostitutes?



Not on Malaysian roads at least. Certain people who think of themselves as "Highly important or People in Power" need not be stuck in traffic jams like other lesser citizens. They will need a huge envoy of police on bikes will honk their way through congested roads, angrily knocking on people's car windows if you fail to budge in time, making just enough way for some big ass Bentleys or Rolls Royces to inch their way through.

And for what?! Just so you can show the world that you were truly someone in Power? Why not take it a notch higher? Fly-larh! The skies are clear for now.

And the wailing sound of the siren. I so loathe.

Every morning we had to endure long hours of bad traffic jams to get to work. If you feel that you have other more important matters to look into than wasting your precious time getting stuck in traffic jams, Tunku tunku, datuk datin dan para menteri besar dan kecil sekalian, this is what you should be doing, tell us why roads get so clogged up? Cos we have done little to battle the jams. Shame on our public transportation network. Shame on those managing it.
I wonder where our taxes go? On your big ass Rolls Royce? And also the big ass bikes that served nothing more but an escort?

Certain vehicles were equipped with a siren because it really helps in cases of emergencies, alerting other road users to make way. It saves lives, and of course we will make way, no time wasted. But what do you think of a vehicle (the same one) which hit the roads every morning almost about the same time everyday, but always with the siren wailing? They simply abuse the exception given to them.

Alo alo, where would you like us to escort you to?

Wailing sound of siren. I si-pek Hate.

Maybe the RMF can start spinning in a decent income simply by escorting so called VIPs and earn a bomb doing it. Why bother doing what you were supposes to do in the first place? Little work, handsome pay. What's the difference between this and call girls?

I miss Dr. M.

*Picture courtesy of iStockPhoto

Pod Blues

This had been my best companion, supplying music to my ears.
Problem is, the earbud covers (2 pairs came with the box) were so delicate that using every now and then kind of wore it off.

Listening without the TunePod sounds like crap. Drums sounded like the hitting of a overturned trash can. Wtf.

I can't bear with it, therefore:
Now you know why Apple earns a bomb? By selling just TunePods, they can make a fortune already.

Numbers numbers everywhere

Britannica Concise Encyclopedia defined Mathematics as:

"Science of structure, order, and relation that has evolved from counting, measuring, and describing the shapes of objects. It deals with logical reasoning and quantitative calculation. Since the 17th century it has been an indispensable adjunct to the physical sciences and technology, to the extent that it is considered the underlying language of science."

Mathematics is Life itself.

Most people agree that those people who celik-Math, were the clever ones. I couldn't agree more. I was never good at Math, recalling how I was made to sit at the first row so that it's easier for me to get up and do math at the board. More often than not, my final answers are always wrong even though the way I derive it was correct. Careless? Clueless? I have no idea!
I got an A for that subject when it mattered most, but (hehe) I returned all those to you adi,
Mrs. Ng. I don't know why, but I memang dong at Math.

Equations are often used to state the equality of two expressions containing one or more variables.
For any value of x, it's always true that x-x = 0.

Identity. See, You earn nothing!

I'm not here to poke fun at Math. With all due respect (to Math), we should apply what we've learned, don't we?

Random Equation

Two's company three's a crowd.

Energy is when you have Money * Square of BoomingCareer.

Kidding. Energy can come from many other sources. Such as appreciation of Life.

Strictly Inequal

From a social ladder point of view, please substitute a with a person of a lower rank in the social hierarchy, while b is the so called "highest of them all", and substitute c with career.
So when a + c, b is always greater. Even without c, "I still think I'm greater than you are!".

b = b*tch

Now, who says Math is irrelevant to Life?



P/s: Mak Leong will kill me for this. Haha.

Stranger than Fiction

I had a strange dream last night. It happen rather too soon, soon after I hit the bed. I remembered hearing the grill door clanking and thought to myself,

"That's my cue. Disappear. Immediately."

I was checking my laundry, which was suppose to take up the entire drying area. Only managed to take up half. Hehe.

I went back into my room, fluffed my pillows, off the lights and drop dead on my bed.

This morning I woke up, felt the most bizarre feeling. It shot into my brains, I recalled everything.
I was in the room after I've heard the clanking of the grill door. Someone walked in and went into the bathroom soon after. I got out of the room, went out to the balcony and checked my laundry. Again. I tiptoed my way back to my room, through the living and the dining place. It was then I hear cursing and loud grumbles on why people are so inconsiderate and take up so much space at the drying area. How can anyone do this? Llalallalalal. The rest were just babbles. Can't hear a thing. I was so pissed, that I stomped into my room, gave it a good slam.

That's about what I dreamt of last night. I got spooked. It was planned that way, but it didn't happen, but it cross over into my dream.

But still ... my part time job is top secret. *Grins*

10 Things

10 things that I can do:

1. Coordinate my hands and legs to work together and retrieve a shuttlecock with a racket *grins*
   
2. Make ends meet.
   
3. Spend time with my family, distance is not a problem. Travelling isn't a problem either.
   
4. Be glad that I still have them.
   
5. Be glad I have my partner in crime, Thamby
   
6. We spy!
   
7. Get lost in music with my Ipod.
   
8. Spend time thinking about other more important things in life than monograms.
9. Watch E! all day.
10. Be Online all day!
    

10 things I still can't do:

1. Speak canto fluently (such a failure :o)
2. Earn a bomb monthly on interests I don't have to work another day HAHA
3. Quit my job in an instance and take a year off to travel.
4. Be a fake.
   
5. Own a place I can call mine.
6. Keep a dog/cat.
7. Survive on Chocolate alone. Bahh (I never will haha)
8. Get a new car.
   
9. Buy my parents + me a trip to Paris. (Dad's romantic you know?!)
   
10. Sleep until late afternoon on weekends because of the TV sound.

5 things I will never get:

1. M
2. Acceptance. Face it.
   
3. There are only two for now.
   
4. Other things are not impossibible.
5. It's a matter of time.
   

5 things I wished never happened:

1. Cancer.
2. Pain.
3. I'm glad for other things that took place.
   
4. They happen for a reason.
5. Reason to make you wiser.
   

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p/s: Tagged: Thamby, Az, Zu (others who wished to be tagged, pls tag yourself =P )
Haha. Think hard.

Games People Play

I have to admit that I grew up playing the most absurd games.

...

This is certainly something that I will never master. Not to mention I might not have the chance to ever do this again. I had a better time laughing when people fall on their faces. Or just by looking at this event makes me laugh. You know, like really laugh. This game certainly needs good eyes-hands-legs coordination and also the ability to maintain the same set of movements for like 50metres? The movements you need to do for maximum speed is just too funny. Some people were just brilliant at this.

Egg and spoon. Obviously we do not have the luxury of breaking eggs, therefore it was replaced with a ping pong ball. A ping pong ball is a zillion times lighter than an egg, and instead of holding the spoon with the pingpong ball, we had to use our mouth to mmm grab hold of the spoon. Eyes focused on the spoon under your nose, and the ball on the spoon threatening to fall off each time you missed your timing was a tremendous effort. It's draining, mentally.

Imagine if we were to use real eggs.

If anyone ever thought of including these as part of the program lineup, please invite me, I would love to relive those days.



...
Even if it means I must be prepared to fall flat on my face. *grins*

Sigh

They needed so long to come to their senses.

http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2007/8/16/nation/18606491&sec=nation

http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2007/8/16/nation/18607962&sec=nation&focus=1

I Shot At ...

I stayed in a three room apartment, Thamby taking the middle room, and the master bedroom was empty. The master bedroom has an attached balcony connected facing east, sunrise.

Study room was quite a big room, a typical rectangular, lighted by flourescent lights. All study tables are arranged to face the front of the room, there were 3 long tables.
I took the second one, thamby the third. First one was unoccupied.

My Mentor used to serve the Marines. But he appealed to be relieved of duty due to personal reasons. Intelligent, agile and always alert. According to him, it was these qualities that kept him alive through the darkest days with the Marine Corp. But he never spoke of those "dark days".
He lives a pretty normal life now, owned a duplex and painted white and the furnishings complemented the colour of the walls. White. Pure.

It was an era where guns are man's best friend. It keeps you alive. People don't roam around town unarmed, it's too silly to do so. Everyone owns one, and its not uncommon that people get shot dead every now and then. People had come to accept that Death is part of life. That kind of death. Some will just try to take God's job at their own hands.

A girl shifted into the apartment today. I wasn't aware because I was out with my mentor. What I didn't know was, she occupied a table at the study room, shifted my some things into a box while others were simply strewn all over the place. Her things were arranged nicely on MY table, in order of sizes and colors, very much how a person with obsessive compulsive disorder would do.

We weren't friends in the first place. But I knew her well. My observant nature. By the time I stood at the entrance to the study room, I can feel myself burning. Eyeing my belongings that were now scattered on the floor, this is definitely too much. Others in the room took a glance at me, but did nothing. That girl gave me a cold stare, and told me things are going to go her way from now onwards. Surprisingly, I didn't stand my ground. I simply walked away. Instinct.

I shot a couple of people. I fired rounds. My Heckler and Koch XM8 rifle, which is now extinct proved to kick some real ass. It was mostly for self defense. No psychotic intention of killing.

People get killed for no reasons. Bodies were never buried, they were just dumped out of sight unceremoniously.

*
I was awaken rather abruptly by the sound of my alarm clock.
There were alot of faces in my dreams that I can remember, but were not able to stitch into the story above. Why these faces? And the killing?

Why?

Can't deny the fact that we sometimes encounter things that can instantly turn love to loathe.

It even happens in this way:
http://thestar.com.my/columnists/story.asp?file=/2007/7/29/columnists/senseofstyle/18391668&sec=Sense%20Of%20Style

Nice feelings sometimes wore off abruptly and we make a complete 180 turn.

Hats off to this.

I actually thought his version of Negaraku is a masterpiece.
Can't deny the truth in his song. So true it hurts.

Who do you think you are?!

All decked out in designer clothes and accessories does not mean you can call people stupid.

Polo shirt, Christian Dior tote, Chanel shades, Nine West wedges and a lot of Blings.

*

Cashier: Oh, you have to get 3 to be entitled for that price. Three of the same. Tak boleh campur.
Man: (looks to B*tch) Eh, she said cannot mix.

B*tch: (from the back of the line) 3 for 5. You tell the woman, its in the mag! Ask her to refer to the mag!
Man: 3 for 5? Buy 3 free 2? (she meant RM 5).
B*tch: NONO. 3 for 5 bucks! Not buy 3 free two. *grumbles*
Man: She said no. I don't know. You come talk to her.

*Meanwhile, the queue gets longer. I was right behind them. Morons.

(B*tch pushed and squeezed her way through.)
B*tch: It's inside the mag. You get a copy of that, I'll show you.
Cashier: You tunggu sekejap, I'll check this out.

B*tch: It's in mag. She can just check it.
Man: Are you sure you got the right one?
B*tch: Check this. Look, wet wipes and dry. 3 wets, so its RM5. Why can't these people be more efficient?
Me: (rolls eyes) - And I made sure B*tch saw me. C'mon, you're holding everyone up!

Cashier: Ok, you can get this for RM5 and get 20% discount. But you cannot mix.
B*tch: No, I didn't mix, you see, 3 wets and 2 drys, AM I RIGHT?

(turns to Man and said "Stupid-larh these people, can't just work things out properly)

Cashier: Ok, that will be RM 4.50.
B*tch: (snapped) Isn't it RM 3.90?
Me: ROLLED eyes~

Cashier gota explain how the discount work.
Meanwhile Man tried to catch a glimpse of the line behind him from the corner of his eyes. Perhaps he was embarassed by his woman's bickering.

*

This woman seemed to have memorized the entire Guardian mag. Well, you can't expect the person manning the cash register to have as much time as you've got to go through every item and draw out a plan to maximize your ringgits!

And having worked nonstop since Guardian opened its doors in the morning, you could at least be more polite. Moron~

Nuisance

Picture yourself getting all snug in bed on a cool Saturday morning.
Plenty of time to catch up with a good rest.

Something like that ...

Or so you think ...







Then came the drilling and knocking. Double drilling, not forgetting. At least 3 pairs of hands at work. It's like a concentrated attack on those staying right underneath. Bertubi tubi the attack went, like Thambi the timtam said.

I so loathe this thing now!

So wtf.

Unfortunately they're allowed to do renovation work; weekdays until 5pm and weekends til 1pm.

I have exactly 45 minutes more to endure. This is absolute gilaness.

3 days ago?!

Wey.
I just noticed something. Look at my previous post. I posted it on August 10th. Why is it showing August 7th?!

My hair is Alive

My hair was in such a sorry state I can't take a second look at it. How did I survive for 2 weeks (from my supposed monthly visit) with those mess (its not messy, just too neat) atop my head? Colleagues and friends were like "What happened to your hair??"
What's wrong with you people!
It got longer that it can longer stand on ends. So I just let it lie around, sideways and all ways~

I just wanted to keep it a bit longer. But hor, I can never let each day never pass by without me thinking getting a haircut. Tell me how larH!

It's just odd with so much hair heh?

Anyway, I gave in today. Too much and its cramping my brain.

By the way, I think I swallowed a few strands of my hair. Is it OK to have some "foreign body" in my internal system?

http://www.sonypictures.com/tv/shows/ripleys/database/ep_401a.html

I didn't chew on hair. Just swallowed a few. But if I swallow whenever I went for a haircut, sooner or later I might end up needing a surgery to remove that chunk of hardened piece of fossil from my stomach? Gee. I get goosebumps now. This is scary.

Eeks!

Coloured hair. *gulps* - I can feel it at the back of my throat.

*
Monogram sucks. I LOATHE.
I never had anything against it until ... Let's not go there, shall we?

*
At this age, its not easy to avoid the Bomb question people always drop right in your face. Something that can be phrased in a million ways. When are you going to find your other half?
Find? Excuse me??
I don't understand how it work in that way, pardon my shallowness.
How can I be there for someone when I have yet to settle matters of my own?
It will not be an overnight thing. Not this. And I can't see how anyone can allow themselves to commit to people they see no future with. Just the heat of the moment.

You know you have to get over somebody when you break up. But you go over and over the details of how he/she did it, why he/she did it and what you could have done to prevent it. You keep rewriting the story trying to get all the answers, or you just bury the questions and never fully grieve the loss. But if you're constantly rewriting the life of the person you once share your life with, you're not moving on with your own life.

I don't think anyone gets over a breakup completely.
It's just part of you that will always be there for the rest of your life. What helps you to get over it is the fact that you can see them in a different light after all you have gone through. People show their true colours when they are under awkward and difficult situations.

Now when you think back about the things you did, you'll be glad that those awful things happen, for a good reason.

I just can't accept it back. I can't.

What If?

When I was a kid, loved running around in the front porch and garden, playing with my dogs, ride a bike or just sit out under the tree. A more of an outdoors person.

There was a time in school when Sea Quest DSV became the IN thing. At first I did not give a fly about what Sea Quest was all about, and all the hype on Jonathan Brandis (he played Lucas). Jonathan who?? Yawns. Even Steven Spielberg got a piece of the admiration surrounding Jonathan Brandis. And the dolphin. Eek!
The craziness got a bit overboard when conversations revolved around Sea Quest and each of its episodes. That was when peer pressure hit me hard. I caught no balls. Clueless. Then I started to set aside time to watch it. And try not to miss any episodes. Got hooked ever since. Just because I was trying to keep up with the rest.

Imagine if we have Astro on Demand at that time. How hard will it be to catch up with the rest? Also the amount of money you have to spend just so you can be in the flow? It will then be a showcase of the rich, people who can afford any luxuries that they want, whenever they want.

Other things that made an entry to our little minds:
Smash Hits. Sweet Valley High. Kenari Malay Novel Series. Hardy Boys. And the list goes on.
Perhaps the love for reading started there. I learned to read. Reading a book is a skill. Not just plain reading something like a textbook. Sci fi, mysteries; I let my imagination run free.

Growing up gave the best lessons in life. As a kid, I grew up among gangs in school. Not real gangs, just circles of girls who share similar interests or belong together. (I don't recall what we had common =P) There were no such things as clashes, girl fights and twisted stories we associate with gangs. We had namelists, and the ranks among members. I don't remember how we qualify someone to become "one of our own" but we had a way.

When I was in Standard 3 however, I was boycotted by the entire gang just because I spoke to a member of "the other gang". "We're not friends anymore". Just because I spoke to the girl (for whatever reasons I can't recall). It had to be the darkest month in my entire year at school. I don't remember exactly how long the boycott went on, but it was painfully long. Other members were not allowed to speak to me on orders from the Leader, and they tend to avoid me all together.

What did I do wrong? Even my cousin can't speak to me at school. Because they had to obey the Leader. I was officially a loner. I hadn't spoken to anyone from my class for a while, and turned to my seniors for company. I told them about what happened in class and I was told "It's going to be alright."Yeah, I know I'll be fine.

"The other gang's" leader asked me to join them but I felt out of place. It was nice of them to allow me to hang around with them, but still, from a distant, I long to be with my friends again.
This kind of punishment was the hardest to take. It's like an emotional warfare where your weapons were glances, mean looks and silence.

One fine day, I stepped up to the Leader, and asked her if we could be friends again. She turned around and spoke to her members, as if to ask them if I was punished enough, then turned to me again and said "Yes, we can be friends again." Still, I didn't know why they had to punish me for speaking to that girl. But still, I had to be lesser of myself and made that first move I knew would not come from them, just so I can be with my friends again. I've never looked back since.

Taking a step back make wonders sometimes.

The funny thing about this circle of friends was the way they pick their leader.
At first it was the tallest and smart, because a person looks like a leader when she's taller and smarter than the rest. -.-" She was the best in every class she went to up till now.

Then the fastest runner. -.-" (She's the girl staying next door. Haha) I was the so called assistant cos I was second fastest -.-"
If only the world works in such a simple way now.

But the point is, What if I never took that one step back? Will I still have the friends I had right till this day?