buff bods and free falls.

spent the weekends at D's. he wanted to take me out that saturday night. i wanted to stay in and watch akademi fantasia. we stayed in. :P

we went climbing on sunday. i was such a sight with his adidas trackpants and t-shirt. lucky he likes his clothes small. we learned the art of belaying and he has no confidence putting his weight in my hands. apa ntah. im tough you know. our personal instructor was a chinese dude with every single piercing imaginable. hmm.

when he said we were good to go, D freaked and didnt want to go and rely on me with the ropes. so terrible huh? he said im a lot lighter than him and i might just fling into the air if he drops.

we were having a nic fix just outside the place when he said,

'babe. look at that guy! he's so freaking buff ow-kay'
'oh-my-god. oh-wow. oh-wowww!'

D turns and look a me. I bit hard on my lips. oops.

'you memang suka la tu. suke chinese guys. suke la tengok lelaki tak pakai baju tu'

(bile mase pulak saya suke chinese guys ni..?)
but really, the instructor had like hard rocks abs and killer arms and shoulders. lush factor. makes you wonder why go for skinny pretty boys with spiky hairdo. cheh.

anyways, i was belaying him and then got distracted by a bunch of super-buff instructors manouvering the wall. so graceful.. so quick.. so powerful..

ZRAAAAAAAAAAAAAPP!

"BABE!!!"
huh?

ooops. my hand was placed wrongly, D had taken a fall and was hanging mid-air and i was an inch off the ground pulled up by his weight.

oops. alamak. im soo gonna get it this time.

brace myself.

'what were you looking at?'
'umm. nothing'
'you suppose to watch me in case i fall'
'i waaass!'
'no you werent'
'well..you were doing so well and i was concentrating on the ropes'
'right'. disbelief.

err..im sorry. i just got distracted for two seconds. other than that i was good and really alert. really i was. notwithstanding the fact that i hardly got any sleep the night before.

well, i did have issues with the knots. i just couldnt seem to get them right. over and over again.
D asked

'are you trying to get me killed?'
'nooooo!'
'well, you are if you keep doing it the wrong way'
'well, knots are not my thing. thats why i was never a scout'
'hehe. yeah me neither'

knots. huh. why would i master the art of it. i have more creative things in mind. like handcuffs. or blindfolds.

knots indeed.

totally useless post

yesterday was a brain-numbingly unproductive useless day. after the hand in of the resignation letter, i found out that no product allocation was schedule til the day i leave. meaning another day surfing totally useless websites and going out for a nic-fix every other minute. dang.

but i thought i bought a packet of 14's this morning. hell, where are they? common,common dont bail out on me. not when i need you most. common, where are you? damn this handbag. movie ticket from last year, melted lipstick, reused tissues for any trip to ss2 where they dont provide any - but no signs of them ciggies. me thinks i left them in the car. and today it had to rain. and today was the day i decided to wear a silk baju kurung. and today was the day i left my cancer sticks in the car. what choice do i have? i braved the rain across the road over to the car. had to walk through the tanah merah lembut with my new snakeskin pumps. screw. this is such a bitch.

takde.

tonggeng tonggeng carik pun takde. fuck. *big sigh* went back to the fourth floor. wet baju kurung and shivering. this office is a fridge, i tell you. went through garbage bag again. there it was. in the side pocket. *knocks head against the monitor* i deserve two sticks for all that effort.

then i realised D curik my purple lighter. its not fair. thats one lighter that i managed to hold on to for more than a week now. usually they last not more than 2 days before i lose sight of them. scanning the office now for people whom i think smoke. they've all gone for lunch. plus the realiable one was away with a flu. dont ask how i managed. when there's a will, there's a way.

when i met D later that evening he remarked 'kasut awak cantik tapi comot'. thank you.

today i told him im gonna quit my cancer sticks.

they are worse than men when you want them but cant have them. and i go through as much trouble.

you stink. really.

ok ok. i take back that twisted joke about hani mohsein in my previous post ok? with all due respect.

moving on.

there's this place where i like to eat every weekend, well at least drink and hang out for that matter cos its one of the veryvery few spots that allows you to smoke inside its air-conditioned premises and has its own loo.

however,

there's no water/pipes/bidet pipe/tap or any form that may allow a self-respecting person to wash and clean that region after business is done. how bloody stupid is that. better water in the toilets than those tiny parmesan/pepper/three types of spoons you guys place on the table.

i was pissed and a bit offended that they didnt cater for the people who actually wash up and clean up after themselves. bloody stupid - and smelly too! ewwwwww...!!

anyways, on the tables were suggestion cards that you could fill-up and put them in the box, so instead of complaining to D, who wasnt able to do much, i decided to fill them in.

dear management,

i love the food and the ambience of this place but please realise that not all your customers comprise of a certain group who dont feel the need to use water to clean their shit and asses but are instead content with using paper tissues. it would be nice if you could supply water to cater to the people who are particular about their hygiene

thank you.

and what do you know. a month after that, there were taps and hoses in every cubicle. yay.

dear management,

see? its not so hard to supply water is it? after all, the people who use tissues will always do and wont bother with the water. so its just me and those alike. and because you guys seem to like kissing asses, wouldnt it be nice to kiss a clean ass instead?

:)

fucking awesome

remember in my previous post i said that BIG NAMES turn me on? well, today i got my orgasm.

FUCKING AWESOME

after two mind-numbing IQ tests, a two-hour interview, and a personality test...I FINALLY SCORED THAT JOB!!

im so happy. happyhappyhappyhappyhappyhappy. state of euphoria. i cant describe the feeling of being offered a place at a FORTUNE 500 company. maybe thats another thing i have in common with Datuk K. he scored too.

and now that resignation letter......

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talking about K and CT, i received an email today with some forwarded stuff relating to the bride-to-be. naturally i forwarded them to everyone on my mailing list including my whacked best-friend. i just had to laugh reading his dumb reply. man, ur fucking whacked!

eheheh.. i dun wana know who forwarded the mail to you but seriously, i dun wana mess with siti nurhaliza or her groom-to-be or her future-step-sons or anyone who is related her. sharipah aini learnt her lesson the blunt way, same with that wacko lecturer. leave me alone when it comes to siti. i'm neutral. she can marry a toad if likes, i still love her as much.

"it seems too old for Datuk K to drive a brand new City. he should follow the humble man Datuk Effendy who drives a second-hand Tiara"
- m*****h sms this to me last nite.-or maybe like hani mohsein? a first hand tiara and a first hand serena. beat that!


* Just is case this mail fall to the wrong hands or being mishandled or circulated with the purpose of degrading any names, i hereby declare that i received the original sms from M*****H, a former friend. i have no ill-intention whatsoever regarding the issue(s) and support the Malaysian art and music scenes as well as the well-being of our local celebs.

:P

telling you as it is..

i bunked work today. had lunch with D. he took a long lunch so we could roam and walk aimlessly around the mall.

i went to the doctor for an MC. came home with an MC, bunch of pills in assorted colors AND a referral to the hospital for further check-up. guess the acting part went a little too far. nominate me for the next cannes please.

job offers are pouring in. all i wanna do is work for a kick-ass multinational company. i'll take a pay-cut if its required, no questions ask. big-names turn me on. thats one thing i have in common with Datuk K.

big sale this weekend. pretty sure i wont be part of it. never was.

i scratched myself

friday evening. me,D and mr. DELL. had iced chocolate at starbucks, the curve.
had dinner at SS2. had stir-fried lala and nasi lemak.

saturday afternoon. me, D and mr.DELL. my favourite food-place, the curve. had dinner at SS2. had stir-fried lala and nasi lemak.

deja vu.

sunday. me and D and his 'girl with the beautiful tan' colleague. after months of putting-off, D decides to take the plunge. quite literally. and he drags me along for moral support. dazed and confused.

we go for some xtreme sports thingy. he goes first, manages halfway and then drops down. i panicked cos his face is white as a sheet. i run for a bottle of water.

now its my turn. im not quite sure of what to expect since D gave up halfway and went pale in the face with exhaustion.

i try. and i conquered it. with my first try. i realized i just kicked his ass. :)
and it went on. but then he equaled me somewhere along the lines.
my arms hurt, my calves hurt and my shoulders hurt. oh and D had a cramp in his butt. im not sure which cheek. which cheek was it babe?

then we had dinner at ss2. stir-fried lala. i think the uncle maybe put in his underwear in there as a pelaris.

hot chocolate

we went out for a so-called 'brain-storming' session. he wanted someplace with internet connections. i didnt mind anyplace at all. we ended up warming the seats of starbucks. had a free drink compliments of a nice little barrista.

we talked about everything and nothing at all. wasnt sure if i was any help, but he said i was though. :)

im not a big starbucks fan. last time i went, a girl spilled her drink all over the bf's laptop. i noticed D put all our drinks on the chairs, instead of the table. (yeah. i did notice)

and i didnt spill anything. :)


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some guy at work wore a TOTTI t-shirt the other day. today it was BECKHAM. guess he really has a thing for pensioners.

whatcha want?

why do you come back here hoping that i have anything remotely interesting to say. im not inspired as of the moment. my hands are full as it is trying to hang on to whatever that i have to.

*BIG SIGH*

im gonna talk about the happy stuff now. my dear friend azrinaz just had a baby and he's cute. but due to circumstances, im not sure when i'll ever get to see him. but he's cute though.

life's questions answered

when the going gets tough..

me and ferickles.i love the guy. he's so sweet.

ferickles left this morning with mummy for his registration. how sad. it was a week of late nites talking about nothing at all. funny dude. we went out last nite to watch footie at hartamas. the crowd was mad. "di indo kalau ade match, jalan sepi. aneh ya disini?"

have a great week ahead.