catch you later alligator

due to unavoidable circumstances, i deleted a previous post. i had a good, peaceful day today. something happened. pissed me off. cycled for 45 minutes just to clear my mind. good quality O2 at ten o clock at night. scraped my new pedals. deleted the previous blog and about to be m.i.a in blogosphere.

people won't noticed they're taking advantage of someone until it's already too late. too bad.





ps: i just love this picture. vanity is not what it is. seldom got my picture taken. thanks naz.

bola pool?? eeeeeeeeeeee

(five points for guessing what the title is talking about. clue: gay porn)

D & me were suppose to go kite-flying today. but the weather didnt allow us. no, not that it rained or anything, but it was too hot. 5pm and too hot.

whats wrong with us? we complain when its nice and sunny, we complain when it rains. dont we just wish the evenings were longer? more time at the open air mamak. more time to stroll. (stroll? who the fuck strolls anyway?)

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anyways, mr.200lb stalker texted me last friday saying that im being considered to join the company. really good company, really shitty people. him included.
im thinking, i'll consider working with you if there's a court order telling you to not come within the 5km radius of me.

its my first day at another place tomorrow. wish me luck. also means i'll miss picking ferickles from the airport tomorrow. he's G's friend from jakarta coming over to further his studies here. he'll be staying over at our house for a week.

he's such a nice guy, like all the others before him until he confessed his feelings to her. she dropped him like a hot potato and he turned into some clingy, pathethic soul. sigh.

what is it with these guys? what is it with her? believe me guys, no part of her is made outta gold. that included. stop it with the begging already. i dont think you'll like the way we laugh at all those lame attempts.

have a smashing week ahead. i know i will. well, at least i'll try.

pants... *wink wink*

(disclaimer: this is a gloat and boast post. read at your tolerance)

so when was the last time i bought a pair of pants?

that was a long time ago. i bought two, yes sir not one but two pairs of bootleg corduroys which costed me rm180 each. dat was 2004. oh yeah i bought a pair of grey slacks somewhat in december 2005 that costed rm80, just because i agreed to go to my ex-publisher's wedding at the Meridien. i ended up not giving him any angpow. hehe.

there was a time when i would just buy clothes like my mom in a super hyper market shopping spree and to make it bad, somtimes i would just wear them t-shirts and shirts only once. s would asked me sometimes what happened to that shirt/t-shirt/pants i bought in yadda yadda... i would just "i dont know la... i think lost it". i always ended up wearing the same thing over and over again until it has a permanent thick white deodorant stains. sigh.

but actually this is not about how much i would spend on clothes. nowadays i always end up buying new tees in FOS (they're not so full of shit after all u know. u get nice v-necks with that old seasoned look for only rm20. oh, how metrosexual can u be?).

this is about how i splurge. i was kind of stressed out when i got to know my editor went to germany to watch them bloody england wankers trying (try harder please...) to beat them swedish lads (wow, check out those swedish chicks over there). i mean i dont mind where he wants to go anyway, but can u please give me the local stories before u go?! can u actually believe he started to email me the stories TWO HOURS(!) before flight time? lucky me, i've got editor-in-chief tersayang. :P ya, saya memang gatal.

yeah so i was stressed out. when i tensed, i need, neeeeeeeeeeeeed to splurge. a friend asked me to go to on a vacation. yay! but my beloved art director (did i told you i was gatal?) needed me on monday for some press checks. there goes the vacation.

still hasnt found my escapism, i went straight to mvm after work to buy myself a capo for my guitar (oh i just bought a new guitar last month). i indulged myself looking thru wireless routers, mp3 players, thumbdrives, headphones, external harddisks at the IT centre until it finally struck me... I NEED A NEW BICYCLE!

went home and dropped by the bestest bike shop and drool myself on the bikes and the parts. after very, very, very, very, very much contemplating, googling, rolling on the bed, space staring and getting a massage (oh i went for a massage late last nite costed me rm80. it was gooooooooooooooood. dat's another story), i've decided to upgrade my old bike instead of buying a new one.

so the upgrades were:
handle bar x 1
stamp x 1
stamp adapter x 1
cranks x 1 pair
bottom bracket x 1
gear shifters x 1 pair
freewheels x 1
rear derailer x 1

totalled up to... KACHING! rm370.

with that price u can get a brand new bike. to justify my guilt, i said to myself that i have save rm200 because the bike dat i wanted is RM600. hehe.

so there goes one happy mofo. oh im so paris "lindsay-lohan-is-a-fire-crotch" hilton. do i sound like a girl? would i get more girlfriends then? did i say i was bloody gatal? told ya it's a gloat and boast post. who told u to read it anyways? u think of me differently now? haha! :P

maafkan aku...

can't help feeling blue this friday morning... woke up to the song Demi Waktu - Ungu, playing repetitively inside my head.
immediately arrived the office, put on my headphones, turned on the song repeat 14975614540456586745 times.
i even downloaded the fucker's videoclip. sigh.

cewek2nya binal2 banget donk! i dig indonesian girls. no, not the bibiks. f**k u.

feels like singing this song to someone...
so not in the mood for a friday. no, my life is not like the song, watsoever. stop it.

world cup? yes please!

yeah, im kinda letting myself get swept away by the world cup fever. not that im such a huge fan but enough of a fan to stay up till 3 and watch the worthy teams play.

my favourite bit about the world cup? why, the bit at the end where the men take off their shirts and exchange them! more than a dozen sweaty, muscular shirtless men will make any girls day (or night). and did you ever realize that footie stars always always have cool haircuts and sexy tight asses? and the more they sweat the sexier they get?

muahaha. im such a pervert.

your dad's hotter than her

"lindsay lohan is a fire-crotch."

im sorry but it really is funny. and it gives you reasons enough to hate Paris anymore than you do right now.

the day that was

papa had a flight to sabah at 3, so i dropped him off. Later i went to pick up stuff from cyberjaya. for those of you who dont know cyberjaya is an extension of the sahara desert. they decided to make putrajaya nice and pretty and used the three bucks left of the money to develop cyberjaya.

then it happened. my car couldnt start. literally refused to make a sound. damn. and best of all, it wasnt my car. it was papa' s car. his 4x4 automatic. i h-a-t-e this.

i think god is punishing me. when i dropped him off, he told me
'tengok tayar ni dah takde angin, nanti on the way balik terus isi angin tau. jangan pergi mane2 selagi tak isi angin'
'ok, pa! nanti buat.'

and drove back home without stopping anywhere. and went out again to cyberjaya without bothering with the tyres. im shit helpless when it comes to car maintainence. worse when its not my car.

a little help, some friends, a mechanic, couple of ciggerattes and buckets of sweat later, we were dropped off at home by the mechanic who took papa's car away.

i called papa when his flight arrived. worried as he was, i think he's relieved that im not in charge of his car anymore. :) you're so obviouslah papa.

i dont like driving your car anyways.

eat me.

few months back i moved my blog from one location to this one because of the fact i found out some stalker moron was on my every word. yeah, i know blogs are public and shit stuff like that but really, i know everyone has someone you dont want reading your blog. your ex-bf, your employer, some big-mouth gossip, your arch-rival, your parents (!) whoever.

and then i thought i was safe for a while. and then it got worse. he got into my yahoo mail and messenger. how fucked is that? fyi, im in the middle of job-hunting and that is my primary e-mail. i had applied, used, and inserted THAT email address in every application/resume. and now I cant even get in.

to make matters worse, the form you had to fill in with personal details when requesting for a new password was changed. i didnt know my new date of birth, postcode or even country residing!!

i hope you lose you job and your mom gets breast cancer, ovarian cancer and prostate cancer (is that even possible?)

anyways, D was a huge help helping me out and we did manage to retrieve back the use of my email but i cant tell how cos i fear some moron might be reading this and trying to pull another dirty trick. hate is such a mild word.

the point is if i said anything not so nice or admitting to have my own porn flick, well, that probably wasnt me chatting with you on YM. but now im good as new thanks to D. :) .

Almost.

bending backwards

earlier this morning, my former lecturer text-messaged me,

"your potential employee called for ref check n i said too many kind words in a day. I feel sick." ***End***

can you believe him?

best friends fall apart.

there is a greatness in each person that only some people can see.
there is a weakness in each person that everyone sees.
there is a weakness in ourselves that we never see.

sometimes my faith in God has never been so strong.
sometimes i cry and hopes He thinks im worthy of listening to.



sometimes i want to.
sometimes i dont.
sometimes i wanna try.
sometimes i die.

sometimes u make me happy.
sometimes you smash my heart into a zillion tiny pieces.
sometimes you make me smile.
sometimes you make me cry.
i wish you didnt have any effect on me at all.
sometimes i wish this blog was anonymous, so i could rant and weep and share my fallen dreams.

sometimes i wish we never met.
cos u turned my life around and gave me happiness for a while.
then it was gone.
i wonder whether i couldve lived without you.
whether i would be who i am today had i not have met you.

at times my heart sincerely wish that i could look into the future and tell whether all this is worthy.
worthy at all.

i forgave you for the ultimate sin.
the ultimate betrayal.

i have the right to be wrong..why is it wrong for me to be right?

horoscopes horror...

wat i read in yahoo today...

"Quickie:
Today will be more about doing than thinking about doing. End procrastination.

Overview:
A loved one saves the day. The right relationships put you in touch with the people that you need to know at just the right time. Remember, coincidence is just the universe's way of working anonymously."

i feel like giving my mac a flight test, throwing it out of the 7th floor and see how it aerodynamically glides and lands on the tar... berkecai
yuck fou...

u eaten a lot of things i havent

oh boy. whatta weekend.

it started off on saturday when i tagged my sister to everywhere to do her stuff. hot, sweaty and forever paranoid of snatch-thieves. not good. then, D called inviting me to come with him to the rave in Malacca. No can do. finance department not looking too good. :| and i told him to ask someone else. and he told me "dah ajak dah. semorang pun tak free".

the sisters decided on movies later that day. wanted to see davinci code, schedule went hay-wire and ended up watching Benchwarmers. I ha-te that movie to death. sangap, tak kelakar nak mampus, predictable and just downright pathetic. and to add oil to the fire, behind me were some jerks kicking the hell of my seat.

one time. kick,kick,kick. i turned and stared. he sat back in his chair.
two time. kick,laugh,kick,kick,kick,laugh,laugh.(serious tak kelakar langsung). i turned and said nicely (ok, how nice can i be when im pissed?) "can u please stop kicking my chair?"
three time. kick,kick,kick,kick,laugh,laugh,laugh,kick,kick,kick. i was seething. but i controlled myself since im still in the anger-management therapy phase.
we decided to sit on our legs. legs folded underneath and voila! instantly elavated to a full feet tall. ha-ha. how's the view back there?

and you know at the end of the movies when they have these segments where the actors fail/forget their lines and everyone think its fun and hilarious to watch? well, the sisters stood up and pretended not to know the exit and blocked the entire view for a full eight minutes. seriously. we just stood and looked left and right and stood smack there in the middle.

idiot movie and even worse patrons.

godspeed.















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