obsession

In a sick way I want to thank you
for holding my head up late at night
While I was busy waging wars on myself,
you were trying to stop the fight
You never doubted my warped opinions
on things like suicidal hate
You made me compliment myself
when it was way too hard to take

shoot me, please

from inside my room, if i crane my neck just a little bit, i can see five guys waiting in the lounge for a job interview.

they are seriously cute. the cutest one came with his girlfriend. so action the girlfriend, want to jeling-jeling me some more.

got ar people come for interview bring girlfriend for moral support?

i want to know what post they're applying for. i ve tried to ask Iza from HR but she's been on the phone all morning, attending to people complain about the pay raise or something. (oh yeah. everyone's got their increment in today's paycheck - excluding me that is)

i passed by the lounge three times to get water from the water dispenser (im not a coffee drinker). they seem kind of young looking. hmmm..close-up, a lot younger actually.

i think I'll grow old like those ladies who always fancy younger men. hehe. i never ever ever liked old men. never.

balls are ugly enough without having to see one thats aged 50 years. eww..

which was why i applauded the choices of Pak Lah and Raja Nazrin.

any 21 year old B-grade celebrity would never say no to either of them.

but people with some sense would pick someone whom they could carry a decent conversation with. and compliment their lives.

zara - beauty with brains. nice.

to my dear unwed friends (whom all i definitely know are beauty with brains). no rush for the aisle. u can be 34 and score the hottest bachelor around. its proven eh?

this is a pointless entry.

and yes, there's not much work at the office today.

i hope that cute guy gets the job. really. i need some motivation to come to work. a pretty face would be nice.

in your head

amani got her head shaved for her new flick.

so what's the fuss. everyone is, like, soooo impressed

i dont care if she gets a mohawk.
i dont care if she gets it painted blue.
i dont care if she pierces her whole head.

the only thing that would make her a better actress is if she stops playing the same role over and over and over again. the wide-eyed innocent damsel in distress.

BIG YAWN.

abused daughter? gol and gincu and the current one (so i hear)
unlucky in love? sepet and cinta
gubra and muhsin? spare me the horrifying details, please.

and seriously, i mean seriously -that yasmin ahmad is destroying whatever ounce of talent amani has. seriously. you get the same girl, same role, same script. oh and just to show how different i am from other Malay directors, I'll always get a Chinese guy to play the hero. pure genius innit?

pretty soon everyone's gonna think she's only good for one role. and all the directors will be like

"err...hmm gadis kampung teraniaya..hmmm who would be perfect? let me see..oh yes! amani is the best. she fits the mold perfectly!"

versatility anyone?

she churned out the first movie. pretty good. she churns another dozen. same stuff. how can a dozen same so-called 'different' movies be up there for a movie that is 'something different'. again and again.

different indeed.

so amani is her muse. have some sympathy for the poor kid. show some versatility. she's doing to amani what yusof haslam did to erra fazira. like wow. stereotypical. Uma Thurman is Quentin's muse. Now he did wonders for her.

Yeah well. You can argue they've won awards. So did AR Badul once upon a time.

Feed them Yasmin. Feed them.

* * *

Speaking of being fed, had a long overdue Saturday lunch with Al and KA.

Met Al while working at the old company. I was suppose to hand him over my job just before i left and we got along fine those few days. After I left, we arranged for lunch which was always rescheduled even until he quit his job and started a new one.

KA was the best friend from uni days. Oh God. the shit we did. Haven't been able to catch-up for ages either. And i had her birthday gift still.

I decided to meet them both last Saturday.

Kath was tipsy from the drinks. Wasn't sure. She was giggling a lot after those drinks.

I had seven apple juice refills. And one guava. And had to pee a lot.

Al was suffocating from me and KA's smoking.

It was a great combination.

Its been ages since I had those 5 hours pointless lunches. And we decided not to tip the waiter cause he was late in refilling my juices.

KA. always ready for a bit
of camwhoring

Al. He's a vegetarian and a good son.
Well, sometimes.

My phone so antique wan you know.
No, mine is worst.
No!! mine was THE worst.

princess consuela banana hammock

hey.

last Wednesday after work, me and G went for a movie. I just want to recommend the movie. so go watch it.

it's called Priceless. a very nice treat after a long day at work. and Audrey Tatou is always such a delight to watch.

a movie where gold-diggers are innocent.

i almost feel for the cheap chicks who marry for money. almost.

some more

following day.

mummy, at 8am was yelling at us for not getting up (!) to explore the water sports. she was shaking her head at us and was saying that if we came to bali and didn't go for any water sports, we'd be the biggest losers ever. or something to that effect.

she sent us sisters off for the QuickSilver Cruise. and brother was to go for his surfing lessons that was negotiated with the instructor the day before. i don't know what kinda dude offers beer to a 15 year old and tell him things like "di Bali semua halaaaall!!!". freak.

The cruise was freaking freaking awesome. For 525k, about RM200++ per pax..it was damn worthy. It included the

• 1 hour cruise with snack on board to and fro
  
• Freaky in the middle of the sea water slide.
• Snorkeling
• Ocean Spa
• Buffet seafood lunch
• Unlimited Banana Boat Rides
• Submarine for underwater observation
• Jet ski

me and sister. one minute ecstatic..

the next minute seasick..duh. tak cool lansung.

pier & para sails

tanning on the deck. refuse to sit inside

bye bye little island

You'd think after experiencing RM15 bucks per pop banana boats in Redang we'd die for unlimited rides. No.
No.
No.
No.

i don't want to be eaten by sharks, please?

we're gonna have lunch in the middle of nowhere

eating seafood in the middle of the sea. the fishes wont be too happy.

the gap between the slide and the ocean was too big.
dropping in the ocean really hurt my ass.

The cruise took us right in the middle of the sea.I think it was really deep as it was black/navy blue in color. and then the banana boats rides started. i was shit scared. not half as bad as the sister. screaming and screaming and screaming. shut up Wani. you're gonna wake up the sharks.

"Nggak mau jatuh, mas!! Ngak mau jatuuhh!!"
"iya, iya pasti nggak jatuh"

I saw him signaling to the boats supir not to drop us in the ocean. so we made it safely back without plunging in the ocean. and i was itching to go on again. the second time he took us right to the pitch black sea and we toppled over. fuck.

not much to do though except wait to be rescued. i turned to the pakcik arab who toppled over with us. maybe he could help or something. jangan harap. muka die je macam nak nangis. some help he was. i half expected a shark to come and bite my leg off or something. seriously.

seasick again. sigh. bosan la die ni.

anyways.

back at the beach brother declines surfing lessons despite mom's badgering and explores the beachy stuff..

red flag, red hand. blue flag, blue hand. if u cant get that right, u deserve to stay up there.

i cant believe my mom made him do it three times. its like a punishment or something. (like, kid, u don't know for how many times i wish you would just fly like kites.)
by the third time when red flag was up he couldn't pull his red hand down. he had no more energy left. he landed and then went up again. and then landed and they grabbed his ass to hold him down.

random stuff;


cock fight. some very happy Korean tourist winning the bets.


really? it is? i don't make much love.


getting braids and getting some eye candy

some bibik on the beach offered to do braids for 150k per head. I told her to buzz off. someone had offered me 60k for two heads. she said fine -60k for two heads. seriously, i don't know how people live with braids. my head was itching like mad on the third day and i have fine hair. oh well, now i know i don't have any Alicia keys in my blood.

not Alicia keys

surf's up

yes we spent hours here at this shop.
mom bought the zebra print.

yes, we bought some. and no, we can't surf for shit.

im never a fan of vacationing with friends. yes, id go, but i can be sure that it wont be as adventurous as trips with my mom, as wrong as it sounds. with friends, they'd probably sit at the beach, drink. sit at the beach, drink. a bit of party, sleep on the beach. a bit of shopping, drinks. and meals would mean sitting and talking and smoking for three hours. i mean, duh, i could do that in KL. whatta load of wasted time. and plus, im not a fan of budget hotels. im NOT a backpacker. period.