Life Is Now Part 2

Crooning on my STEREO:


Oh. my. god. I am such an embarassment it might be better if u chuck me into a gutter.

I seriously need to drink to make some sense of this manic life.

Things just keeeeeeeeeps getting better doesnt it? Shoot me.

Life- Is- Now

Crooning on my STEREO: Castles In The Sky by IAN VAN DAHL

Spoilt brat lifestyle is on hold. Tommorrow I will be back at what I do best: lugging a massive suitcase all over train stations. Man, I miss that.

Another KL mystery...WHY IS IT SOOOO DIFFICULT TO FIND BLACK HOLDUP STOCKINGS HERE???



The skinny chicks would have snapped sizes that arent mine. So where the hell did the rest go? You know, I am totally lamenting over the lack of Victoria's Secret. I kicking myself for overlooking the mammoth store at Caesar's Palace, Vegas. I know, I know, I am so full of regrets.

Oh, baby, mess is all over the place. Don't Think. Just get back to Perugia and I will figure out fabulosity from there.

FREEDOMMMM

Crooning on my STEREO: Les Matins de Paris by TEKI LATEX

"Freedom" is/ (or was?) a brand for sanitary napkins. It was a lame connotation I pissed about during my Sayfolian high school days, at the time when Robbie Williams had just gone solo and made a hit out of George Michael's expired record. I vaguely recall the music video as this; Robbie was skipping about in a stream clad in denims while manicly declaring "FREEDOOOMMMM" similar to that of a deranged preacher.

Strangely, I feel that way. It is somewhat liberating that you are not committed to contracts, which profoundly states why I haven't tied myself down by buying a fancy car. I am so young and I can't stay put. But when I am ready to settle on one location, soon, I'd love to get one of these:-



This is, oh, so cute. It was love at first sight when I saw this in Paris 10 years ago. It is so annoyingly girly, perfect for bad reverse parkers and a great European city car. I am wishful thinking that this might work in KL a little, but it is certainly not hazard proof from trucks that constantly flip over on our roads.

Secondly, I tendered my resignation a month ago and I can now enjoy a well deserved two month break. I will miss my favourite colleagues. They are the loveable bunch of attractive girls, whom I refer to as my "career sisters" and I appreciate their tolerance over my rubbish the past year or so.



Trust me, they are the ones who work your American programmes on TV. The great ones. Thank them. We worked hard, you know?

So nice to be on break. I can finally go ice skating with the kids tommorrow and show them whats left of my rusty limbs. I can drink coffee and read tabloids at Starbucks till kingdom come. I can conquer the empty pool on weekdays.

Thank You, F.A.B.U.L.O.S.I.T.Y

Bring on the TIKUS

Crooning on my STEREO: Overpowered by ROISIN MURPHY

Formalities First.

HAPPY LUNAR NEW YEAR!!!

followed by those manic greetings on wealth, prosperity, climbing up the career ladder by licking your bosses' balls, etc. Why couldn't anyone have wished me ample luck on striking the lottery aka. El Gordo???

Chinese New Year is always about money and bracing idiots. Speaking of bling, I think KIMORA LEE is nuts but oh so hot. I am totally into her preachings on fabulosity. I have decided to be tacky and fabulous from now on.



I KNOW I have been keeping quiet and I KNOW that's becoming quite annoying. You may even notice that I have posted some vague directions and odd implications in all my previous entries the last couple of months. So much for beating around the bush. Rest assured that this is only a temporary phase and I will return to that lightweight blogger I used to be before I annoy myself any further.

There is a reason for this: I cannot tell you what fabulous stuffs I will do until there is a full degree of certainty. I am such a big-ass perfectionist hence I am not into half boiled statments of glory (which reminds me of a certain idiot). It's only for this little aspect that I am sorry I cannot be upfront with you for now. My Facebook incriminates alot so you might as well check it there.

Then there are a few people who shouldn't know either. Despite how much these 1 or 2 people claim to despise me, its pretty odd how they still read my blog on a very regular basis.

Jumping back to my ideals of fabulosity: I resigned from my decent job (finally!!) and I am going back to my sayang in 2 weeks.

OMG I can't wait. My dear rats, this is indeed LIFE IN THE FAB LANE!!

Penance

Crooning on my STEREO: Nobody Knows by TONY RICH PROJECT

I can't quite believe it either, my plans kinda backfired.


OH MY GOD!!!! S.O.S!!!!!!!

Risks and uncertainties lie ahead. How do you overcome them?

Vacas Part 2

Crooning on my STEREO: About You Now by SUGABABES

Listen. You know what I can't bloody hell stand?

PEOPLE WHO MAKE ASSUMPTIONS

Yes, its a girl thing that annoys the jackshit out of me.

It's kinda dumb to speak bollocks when you know absolutely nuts about the truth. It is also sucky when one accuses and defies another's goodwill as a selfish ploy. This is disgusting and has happened to me just ONCE, but I urge you lot to NEVER do this upon others.

BECAUSE IT BLOODY HELL HURTS. Then again if you are capable of accusing and assuming i am pretty much convinced that you don't have feelings anyway. And for this I want you to screw yourself and know what its like to be humiliated.

My mistake why I didn't whack your brains out.

Speed Up Time

Crooning on my STEREO: L'ultima Risposta by SUBSONICA

Happy New Year Peeps
But I aint got time to write a long ass post, so let's keep this short and sweet in point form.

1. This 2008 opening entry is posted up courtesy of KY.

2. I am back from Japan and OMG it rocks.



WTF I grew a BUN face, blehhh.

3. This time next month, I am gonna get red packets.

4. I am cutting down on Black Label to stash on something pretty cool.

5. My life is improving by the day. Thank God!!!
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Again, I can't say anything more. I wish I can but hell I can't.

That's it for now.

TaTa

Seasons Greetings

Crooning on my STEREO: Gabriel by LAMB

I am glad that 2007 is almost out of the way. It's been a terrible year, but of course it is also obligatory to admit that things could have been worse. So I should be grateful, and I must deceive myself into thinking 'OH MY GOD WHAT A WONDERFUL YEAR' when in actual fact I have been crying for almost every night since January 1st 2007 till 22nd December 2007.

You know, that "wonderful" exclamation is just, so, fake.

Friends came and went. Which never bothered me because I've learnt that either some people are born a certain way or I somehow instigate the evil in them. I don't know which is worse. I meet good and bad people every year. But I've also met good people who have turned bad, which is rather fascinating to watch.

Nicole Richie made one wise comment, something that went along the lines of 'deleting' friends who piss you off. Consequently I took heed and offloaded potential tumours off my bandwagon. At the end of the day the ones who stay are those who do not intrude, but cared from a distance. Hence these are the people who remain in my phonebook.

Then there's love. This year I've learnt so much about love. I fell in love for the first time.

I've learnt a painful lesson on how pointing a gun will never make a man love you. You know, I am one of those girls who get bouts of rejection from one man to another. I have a boyfriend who doesn't quite want me as his girlfriend. He doesn't even know if he loves me. So how do I deal with this?

You are right. Proud girls tell me that I have no dignity. It is easy for them to say. If only you lot would have a single inkling of how bad it is to drag a corpse a few times around a block. Well I had a choice, I could leave it behind to decay naturally. But low self esteem girls like me would rummage through whats left and hope against hope that something beautiful will grow out of it. It's a fairy tale notion but when you have nowhere to run to, this is all you've got to hope.

There is always home. Amidst the emotional trauma I experienced this year, I will always be thankful that there's dinner on my table and a roof over my head. Its a bit like a version of The Ugly Duckling, after the poor duck has faced several hurtful discriminations over his apperance (difference as ugliness rather).. it eventually found happiness when he reunites with his mother and his siblings. It wont be long till he grows into a beautiful swan.


This is not about self pity. You must remember that there could always be some love in the midst of adversities.

My friends, as 2007 draws to a close, here's to extend my very best wishes to every one of you:

MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAVE A BLESSED NEW YEAR

2008 will be better. I will leave for Japan in a few hours time, and I want to come back a happier person.

Hangat

Crooning on my STEREO: All I Want For Xmas by MARIAH CAREY

Gosh... I so HAVE to blog about this:-

TODAY I WAS SHOPPING IN PAUL SMITH

WITH



MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE

And the lead dude, whatever his name, is SO SO SO HOT.

But I had to question why he wore a leather jacket. Its probably to maintain that mat rock look even in humid malaysia.

BUT

There is always a downside with all my star encounters. By some bitching of destiny, I NEVER have my camera with me.

5 months from now, you will not believe what you have read here today. You will forget because I have null to prove. Nada.

Most of you would know that I have a hell lot of luck with spotting celebs. But it totally sucks that I don't have any chummy photos with Ricky Martin, Jenson Button, Westlife, Colin Farrell, David Coulthard, Gael Garcia Bernal, Sam Neil, Stanley Tucci and only god knows of the countless others that I've missed out.

Lack of visual evidence doesn't position me to BRAG big time.

with the exception of IL DIVO. Hail Salvation!!

Cyclops

Crooning on my STEREO: Tutta Mia La Citta by Giuliano Palma & the Bluebeaters

I AM GOING BLIND. Like, seriously. My vision is tormented as I type this. So don't go about kicking my butt for the numerous typo errors that will come your way. gnfgnjtjhykujkygil,gu

That was quite bad wasn't it?

Come on, FEEL SORRY FOR ME.

Actually NO. People annoy me when they feel sorry for me. Cos there's really nothing to be sorry about. It's not your fault. And it's totally not MY fault. And despite karma's bitching, I really don't want to feel sorry for you either.

There's a primal point in this gibberish. I am teaching you not to get involved in other people's woes. Or worse, take interest in other people's woes. And the worst: IMAGINE other people's woes.

Unless you can contribute to relegating the pain, this noble deed annoys the shit out of me.

You see, I had a girlfriend who texted me out of the blue:
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Friend: HI! LONG TIME NO SEE. HOW R U? xxx

Me: Hi xxx, nice to hear from you. I am good. N u?

Friend: OIC. I M OK. I M ALWAYZ HERE IF U ND ME :)

Me: Erm. ok, thanks.

Friend: SO? HOW IS EVERYTHING?

Me: Yeah is good. Been busy as usual!

Friend: IC. WELL I AM SENDING LOTS OF KISSES 2 GIVE U COURAGE 4 THE DAY XX

Me: Ok thanks. Likewise to you too.

Friend: LYN B STRONG. I M HERE 4 U. I KNOW LIFE AINT EZ. XXX

Me: My life is perfect, thank you.

Friend: U CAN ALWAYZ SPK TO ME. SENDING U RABBITS AND RAINBOWS 4 THE DAY!!! xxxxxxxxx

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First of all, do you think she sounds like a COMEPLETE COW?

FRIGGING ANNOYING

I have an insatiable urge to whack her with a coconut. I don't get it, I have reiterated that my life is FINE but why does this delusional cow keep insisting that I have PROBLEMS? Or rather, problems that I would want to SHARE with her.

EEEEEEEEEWWWWW

I don't need her blessings. Nor courage. Or whatever munchkins. *cringe*

Change of topic. Ok. I am going to expound how much I worship Julio Medem. Thanks to YouTube, I am giving you the opportunity to experience one of the most oh-my-god scenes ever staged. I ADORE IT.


On a separate note, did you know that Kuala Lumpur hosted an International Film Festival? With the most grotesque international films line up I've ever seen.

So, who are these morons on the selection panel?