A stunning lady....A hot guy?

You know how people have this impression inside them that when they see a stunning lady, they automatically conclude that she's definitely attached to some hot guy. How surprised they were when they found out that she's actually single and available. I mean, c'mon! This girl here, with the sexy curves and the god-like features, and the sweet voice, the flowing dark hair and the towering height, humorous and independent at the same time, is alone without a partner by her side? Is she for real? Or are all the guys intimidated?

It never happens to a hot guy. Cause any girl would fall for him. Put all those features in a male body and you'll never see him walking alone. Some girl would always be hanging onto his arms. Truth be told. It's not fair!

Turn your head and look around the other corner. There. This average girl, with no sense of style, not highly-educated, unpleasant looking, a little plump and not feminine at all, is seen all holding hands with a guy. Oh-kay. Did you see that wrongly or is this what is happening to society these days? Why is everything happening the other way round? The stunning hot lady didn't deserve a cute guy while the not-so-'cun' girl gets the charming one? It's seriously not fair!

I'm not the only one who brought this up all right. And it's so damn true. Just take a look at all the people around you and tell me you didn't notice something similar. I don't know if to call this fate or destiny or what. Or maybe the stunning chick was just a player. But so is the hot fella. Why la is there such a big difference? Or the unpleasant girl was a player too? You never know. Still, it's not fair!

And what on earth can you do about it?

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Look what I found...

I was listening to Mariah's "Thank God I found you" and remembered that we have THIS. Classic.

Although alot has changed, alot has happened and things were not the same as before, I still have this to say...

Thank God I found you all.....

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24/7...way not enough

Have you ever wished that you simply had more time? Have you ever wished that there would be more than 24 hours in a day?

Time, to me, is always not enough. No matter how well I try to organise and manage my tasks. If something happens and I am to die tomorrow, I guess I would die in regret in not able to fulfill what I had wanted to do. 'Living life to the fullest". My philosophy. Maybe that's the cause of it. I try to do a little of everything. And there's just not enough time for all.

Weekdays are meant for working. By the time I get home, all I can think of is the bed. All the sports and the yam chas are pushed to the weekends. By the time weekend comes, I will have sports, yam chas PLUS certain ad-hoc activities such as short trips and shoppings and movies and dinners and visitations etc etc. Then what about personal stuffs to attend to, like cleaning and car washing and banking and manicures and maybe read a book or download the latest music or get some sleep? Heck, am I one busy bee! 7 days a week is definitely not enough.

I want more time! I need more time! Surprisingly, I still can find the time to blog. Unbelievable...

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Earth Hour

Earth hour. You are suppose to switch off lights for one hour. From 8.30pm to 9.30pm. On Saturday, 28th March 2009. That was exactly what I did. Yes. I supported them.

It was a Saturday night. What was I suppose to do then? No lights. No TV. No computer. My friends came up with this idea of a pot luck. A candlelight one that is. At my place. So, I said all right.



Just the few of us. Sort of a little gathering. Catching up. Eating. Had a game of song singing. They pandai-pandai chose 'love'songs. Girls won! Yay! So guys had to clean up.

We love doing these kind of stuffs. Makes life a little entertaining. Hanging out is truly one good way of creating some spice. It's not the first time, it won't be the last one.

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What I did on a 3 hour lunch break...

Yeaps people. A total 3 hour lunch break! Don't jealous. It comes with the job.

Lets see. I had an hour of lunch at some Taiwan Noodle House. Then went junk-food shopping at Giant. Then shoe-shopping. Had a chocolate sundae at McD's. Watched Twilight, with the 'oh-so-charming' Edward Cullen. And then got to play with these cute little furries.

"Look, they said 'hi'"

Man, I love my job.

(Well, just for today.)

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Workaholic

I used to loathe working late into the night. The maximum I'll go is up to 10pm. I used to loathe working during the weekends. If possible, I'll try to avoid. I'll get all frustrated and annoyed if asked to do so.

But lately, I don't seem to mind at all. I willingly choose to work late. I voluntarily head back to office on weekends. I could sit there at my workstation all day, forgetting time, forgetting lunch, forgetting dinner, forgetting health, forgetting safety. To finish up the job. To do a good one. Something must have caused the change. I yet to know what.

But one thing is still for sure, no matter how workaholic I get, I still can't turn down an outing. If I am occupied, so sorry laa. Family and friends still comes first. And I have my life to live to its fullest. As they always say, you can never be done with work. I can still be a workaholic tomorrow.

Alritey, back to work...

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It's one of those nights again...

I have this weird habit of buzzing people at night. Late at night. When everyone is asleep. It's not a prank, serious. It's not on purpose either. I just felt the need to talk to some one before bed. Anyone at all. And I usually sleep late.

You can mumble. You can tell me to shut up. You can ask me to buzz off. It doesn't even matter if you don't get a single thing I said cause you were in dreamland. All I need is a 'hello'. Damn, am I weird.

It's one of those nights again...
Now who would be my unlucky pick?
Hmmmmmm.....

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Paintball

You get the paint. And the pain. You pay to get hurt. And then you pay some more to make the pain go away. How stupid. Yet, that’s the stupid thing that people do. The stupid thing WE did. To have a game of paintball.

Everyone of us got back with bruises all over. Some on their backs. Some on their necks. Some on their buttocks. Some on their hands. Some on their legs. Some even on their fingers. You know, like kena dera. Like a bunch of orphans kena dera. Only that we were self dera-ing each other. And we have paint all over. Orange ones that is. Nah. Not colourful rainbow types. Just orange. And they tasted yucky. Real yucky. Trust me.

The guys were having tonnes of fun. It’s always the guys that get all the excitement. I had asked one of them before, “What’s with guys and guns? What’s so fun with guns anyway?” His answer was plain simple. “Because it’s a gun.” Right. I am never going to understand that.

My previous game was full of strategies and codes. We had a leader to direct us. “You to the left.” “You to the right.” “You take the middle bunker.” “You cover from behind.” “You go touch base.” “You take out the person on the other corner.” “You charge straight ahead.” Things were more organized. This time around, it was pure random. No directions, no team spirit and no backups. From the moment the marshal yelled “Start”, we ran in all directions, opened fire at who ever and ducked where ever.

That's what caused all the chaos. One got shot by their own team. One got kicked out within seconds into the game. Some aimed at close range. Some didn’t get to open fire cause they don’t know who to shoot at. Some got shot even after they were proclaimed ‘dead’. Some were fighting with their own team mates cause there was not enough space to duck behind the same bunker. Some aimed at the wrong target. I seriously don’t know how fun this could be as we were all making enemies out of friends. We were targeting friends! C’mon!

The funny part was, we all looked either like a plumber or an inmate. Or one more thing, a penguin. I shall allow your imagination to run free. But it was fun. Truly. The game and the people. Guys….they can be real kiddy.

And just so you know, I got bruised too. Again. One big round blue black by the left knee. Man, it hurts!

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My 25th!

I've hit it! The mid-twenties. Right in between. "Not a girl, not yet a woman". Well, definitely not yet a woman but still very am a girl. My boss still calls me a kid. And so does certain other people. Can you believe that? And I'm 25! What kid??

Well, this year's celebrations have tonned down a little as compared to the previous years. *Shrugs* Recession kot. I mean, I still have my usual cake cuttings and dinners and drinks with my family and friends. But no more pressies. Awwwww! I want pressies!

Okay. Okay. I'm no longer 22. Time to grow up. Still, many thanks for all the text messages, all the calls, all the facebook comments, all the MSN wishes, all the post-it-notes...EVERYTHING! Many thanks folks. I truly appreciate all the thoughts and all the efforts. Love you all!

I did, however, got this cute little teddy...just for me!

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An illusion?

I found out why. I found the cause to my disorientations. I finally knew what has made me so unfocused. I was too blinded. Too clouded by what has happened.

I was gazing at the sky this afternoon, wondering what the hell has gotten into me, and the clouds just spoke right up. Yea right. Sort of.

It was this one person. Whom I had my mind on for a while now. A passer-by. As what was termed by a close friend. "A passer-by who has touched my heart.....and left." Yes indeed.

This one person left me in a state of confusions and delusions. This one person left me with anticipation and excitement. This one person left me with butterflies in my tummy. This one person left me dumbfounded. This one person left me with so many questions that I couldn't answer. This one person left me wondering and wondering. This one person, however, simply doesn't have a single clue.

I have been told not to let go. That I deserve to be happy with the one that got me interested. I've also been told to drop it, that it was just an illusion. That it was just a fling. That it was not what it was meant to be. But, this one person, did got my heart moved at one point there.

I am uncertain. I am in doubt. I have decided to leave this one person as he is.....clueless.

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Losing it

I began to make promises that I fail to keep. I began not to complete tasks that I set out to do. I have no reasonable explainations for my actions. Excuses have been a daily routine. I was dodging from certain people. From certain assignments. I began to start to push everything till tomorrow, where I clearly know that I will delay it some more to the next day. I lost the enthusiasm I once had. I lost the motivations I once owned. I lost the heart for this. In the midst of it all, I began to lose myself. This is not the person that I am. This is not the person each time I looked in the mirror. This is not the person others have laid their hopes on. This is not the person others have known. This is not the person that I want to be. I sigh each time I think about what is it that I should do to mend things. What is it that I should do to get back on track. I carry fear every morning. Fear of what the day might bring. Fear that I would screw things up. Either intentionally or unintentionally. And no one would be there for me to cry for help....

Just pray that I don't do something stupid in the mean time.

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Lost in thoughts...

I kinda like to drive long distances. It's the only time that I can dream. To be lost in thoughts. The serenity of the night. The dimness of the street lights. The soft melodies playing. The space I have for myself in a moving vehicle. Hugging my cute little bantal. My hands on the wheel. My vision on the car up ahead. It allows my mind to run freely. To dream about the impossible. Stuffs that only happen in the movies.

Sometimes I just wish that I don't reach where ever that I'm headed. Wouldn't it be good that I could just drive straight on forever and let the roads lead the way? No matter where I end up, it would be a pleasant journey.

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I was a total fan!

Not the Backstreet Boys. Not Boyzone. Not Westlife. Not Blue. Not Take That. Not New Kids on The Block. Not MLTR. Not Code Red. Not A1.

It's them and only them! My absolute favourite. Even after 10 years.

Boy, I miss them. I still am drooling at all their videos...

Opps! Pardon me...

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Malaysian drivers are dead idiotic!

Serious. If you are on the roads long enough, you'd realise that everyone else next to you is a total idiot. They just don't know how to drive in a proper manner. Even that is so darn hard. I simply don't understand.

Let me tell you why:

1. What is a BMW going 50 km/hr on the fast lane? Either you move faster or you move into the inner lane. Man!

2. Hitting the break pedals every 5 seconds. Trying to gimme a heart attack?

3. Double parking. If you don't know the rules of double parking, allow me to educate you a little. You don't clog up the entire road!

4. Why is there a need to switch lanes when all you do is head straight ahead, and not turning into any junctions? Seeing the same car moving left and right is really annoying.

5. If you are undecided to turn into a junction, stop by the side and consider. Don't put on the left indicator and drive straight at snail's pace.

6. Slowing down to witness an accident. I will laugh when you end up in one.

7. Jumping queues. And cause a jam for that. You're uncivilised or what?

8. Immediate turning without the indicator. It's worth blasting my honk on you. And you acted as if nothing has happened.

9. Breakdown during peak hours. Making the jam from bad to worse. Can't you breakdown some other time?

10. Tailing close from behind. I will hit the breaks and see you paying for my damages.

11. Paying RM 50 for a RM 1.50 toll. If you don't carry small change, go get a Smart Tag.

12. Slowing down for no particular reason. Now that's a killer.

13. Stopping in yellow boxes. Please read the undang again. Either that or you're just plain ignorant.

If you are a Malaysian driver, you're an idiot. Simple. I'm pretty sure you've done at least one of the above. Can't people just drive nicely?

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Lepak-lepak Malacca...again!!!

Under the scorching heat of the sun, 35 degrees maybe, we went to the Taman Buaya, strolled the streets of Malacca town, and ended up at satay celup, with the boiling hot pot in the middle, cramped 9 person around a small table and tonnes of other people waiting around you for a place to sit. DEAD HOT!

I came back with a tan, with sore feet and got this question from my dad, " Just how many times have you went to Malacca?". Good one. Countless times. All one day trips. The same Taman Buaya. The same 'red houses'. The same Jonker Street. The same Ship. The same hot weather. The same museums. The only thing different is the food. This place A is famous for nonya food. This place B's nonya food is better. This place C is the ultimate one for nonya food. In short, I deduced that no matter which place you go, as long as it is in Malacca, ALL the food there is just as famous and just as delicious. So don't be choosy and just pick one.

Although Malacca has been bestowed the honour of being a world heritage, I guess I need to ban the place for the rest of the year. I really have been there too many times. It's losing its appeal to me. And I don't intend to remember our historical city that way. A place that bores me now.

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Guzzle Restaurant and Bar

Official launch party. 7th March 2009. 7 pm. Free flow of beer. Free flow of finger food. Games. Lucky draws.

Yup. Just got back from there. It was used to be called "Bella Roma". Italian cuisine. They re-branded their restaurant and changed their name. Now, it's the "Guzzle". Western style. As well as a bar to chill and hang out after working hours or maybe during the weekends.

Situated at Metropoliton Square, Damansara Perdana. Impossible to miss from the main road. Low lighting, comfortable decos. Pool table in the middle. A plasma TV up front for sports fans. Wine bottles on shelves. Empty ones that is.

Prices are fairly reasonable. A meal can range from RM 20 to RM 30. Pizzas. Lamb chops. Fish & chips. Hotdogs. Salads. Drinks are priced from RM 10 to RM 40. Cocktails and mocktails included. And numerous alcoholic drinks. Of course more pricey.

So, what's so special about this place? Hah! It's owned by a long time friend of mine. OWNED! Meaning, she's the boss. So, this is like a little advert to support her a little. If you are in a mood for a drink or maybe you're around the area some time, do drop by to check the place out.

No. I don't get commissions. And you don't get discounts for mentioning my name. ;p

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We are not alone...

Problems. Stuffs to think about. Decisions that could not be made. Paths to be taken. Disatisfactions. Disappointments. Worries for uncertainties. Exhaustion. Troubles to be solved. Fears of a wrong move.

From a few conversations yesterday, I realised that we are all not alone in this world. We faced the same situations no matter what kind of mask we put on to shield ourselves. We can be crappy. We can be babies. We can be tough. We can laugh. We can create jokes. We can be jolly. We can party. But underneath it all, we each couldn't run away from certain worries that we need to take care of.

We are definitely not alone. Not alone to go through life. Not alone to deal with it. It's some what comforting to know that we are all in this together. In a different way....

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Hair cut

I got myself a new hairdo!

A friend brought me all the way to Setapak to try out this place owned by a friend of a friend of a friend. In short, some friend la. Main reason? Very affordable prices for quality work. Yeaps. How very true. I came out with a satisfying new style and my purse still intact. Hah!

The whole process took me 4 hours. From wash, blow, cut, rebonded, wash, blow and cut again. And my friend was done in like half an hour! Poor thing. He patiently waited for more than 3 hours. He read every single magazine that was available. He stared into space. He went observing people that came in and out. He finished the drink he bought. And in the midst of all these, he didn't, even for once, showed his impatience or rushed to get off. Great chap.

But I felt bad. I was silently telling the hairstylist to hurry up. Hurry up! My friend is waiting. I was more anxious than he was. He was happily seated at the waiting area, observing the activities in the salon. Each time I checked on him, I can't help but laughed. It was an amusing sight. He could even relate back to me later on what each person was doing. He must be really bored. Haha!

Nevertheless, I got a few compliments so far. Chehhhh! See for yourself.!

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