Tagged!

Z.Y tagged me. Now I'm listing my 15 pet peeves. As though i don't whine enough as it is. You asked for it.

15 Pet Peeves

1. People who think people who watch reality shows are dumb/moronic/brainless mutts. You mean you'd rather watch 100% fake rather than 20% acting? Geez. The tribe has spoken. You may now bring me your torch. I'm snuffing the living daylights out of you.

2. Queue Jumpers. Not the driving sort. Please note that I have no qualms calling out to you loudly and asking to get in line from where I'm standing in line. I've done it before, won't hesitate to do it again. Who's gonna be more embarrassed you think?

3. Interview Questions such as;
- Where do you see yourself in 5 years?
Seriously, I have no idea. I dont even know whether I actually want to be working with you guys. But hopefully, in 5 years I can stop pretending that I care about my career and move on to more interesting things in life such as traveling to Turkey and Morocco and sketching my walk-in shoe closet.
- Why do you want to leave your current job?
Because it numbs my mind to the very core. I'm not a very sociable person and having to interact with people on a daily basis is enough to put me through a slow painful death. Plus I hate wearing jackets, shirts and starched pants. I hate being obliged just cos they pay me my monthly wages. I hate it that you are asking me this question. Smile politely.

4. Bad Service. Don't be in the service industry if you don't have the patience. Find another job where your incompetence is oblivious. I will complain. I'll make sure you learn it the hard way. You better believe it.

5. Tar-covered Parking Lots. I'm gritting my teeth as i say this. Nothing ruins my shoes more than tar roads. I hate tar roads more than I hate commercial breaks. I'm looking for an office that offers basement carpark which directly leads to the office. None of this tar road shit. I've lost count of the shoes which have been spoilt, heels which have been chipped. My company owes me big time.

6. People who squat on toilet seats. Bodoh ke kak? Seats are called seats for a reason. I should send you guys the email of this chick who split her thigh in half when the toilet seat couldn't take her weight and crumbled. Really. You toilet seat squatters should see that. Tengah berak okay, ER team walking in. Not a pretty sight. Plus, you girls are always complaining of men who pee standing and miss their aim and make the toilet disgusting and stuff but you guys are no better at aiming if you pee while squatting on toilet seats. Lagi disgusting ok? How are the people after you suppose to sit after that? Can you not be so selfish?

This was taken at the toilet of a mega public listed company.
Further proof that money and education don't make you any smarter.

7. People who name their kids Qistina and Danish. What is it with these Malay people? As long as the name has an Arabic meaning you think its a great. PLEASE DON'T CONFUSE MUSLIM NAMES WITH ARABIC NAMES. If you're so bent on having a name 'yang ada maksud' try Justice or Peace or Hope. Tu pun ade jugak makna. Only in another language. Nak sangat nama arab? Try Zulkarnain - si bertanduk dua, or Norazura - cahaya taik kering. Nah, there you go nak sangat nama arab. Muslim names are beautiful. Don't go all Arabic and think your IT. Danish is a pastry for God Sake. Why name your kids after a pastry? Have mercy. Qistina, indeed. Best sangat ke name tu? A friends said ' biasa la.. orang melayu kalau nama ade bunyik arab semua nak letak. Lagi-lagi nama arab yang ade bunyik2 orang putih. Barf. You have a problem when people have english sounding names, but you don't if its arabic (not muslim). Why? Why? Fyi, you look Javanese pun, sikit pun takde muka Arab walaupun panjang berjela name arab tu.
My name got no meaning. At all. Plus it sounds very malay. I like it that way. No questions. One more time - DANISH IS A BLOODY PASTRY!

8. Badly behaved kids at shopping malls. Geez. Really. I feel like smacking these kids. It will be like community service. Your parents can't teach you decorum? Fine, i will. Kids running up an escalator that go down, kids running around like their father own the mall, kids that puke and spill stuff on the floor. Last weekend this boy was playing on the escalator up and down up and down and screaming to his sister at the same time. He tried to push between me and D and I turned to him and glared and said "Aku culik kau baru tahu!" He stared at me and screamed "Culik la!!! Tak takutt!!!!!!". Oh well, can't blame me for trying.

And Carrefour is a market. Please refrain from bringing your screaming kids to the market.

9. My toothbrush dying on me when I'm already late. Stupid stupid me. Can never remember to charge the toothbrush. I don't want to use the regular ones cos i hate looking at my arms jiggling. That would totally destroy my mornings. Plan B: make sure D is asleep then change my toothbrush head with his. Then change back afterwards.

10. That's mean. Over and over. Why, oh why? And also people who say Congrats as Con-great!

11. Cheap bedsheets. I can't. I just can't. I slide right off the bed. Very licin. Low thread counts make light, plastic-ky sheet which i do not appreciate at all. And panas. I dont mind very very buruk sheets if they're heavy and super-soft. 350 thread counts and above please. Thanks.

12. No balls. This one is high up on the list. Not that I'm laced with utmost confidence nor am I the voice for all mankind, but common, speak up. And I wouldn't be so bothered if they weren't my friends. You hate someone. You swing me to hate her too. Fine I do. You want me to give her my two cents. But you know what? I won't. Because you, dear girl are the type of person whom shrinks in the corner and will want to have nothing to do with the problem if anything were to arise. Senang citer, you expect me to take sides and I really do cos I feel for you. But when we're confronted you will say "eh, I taknak campur boleh tak?". Don't these people annoy you? Oh one more, you want me to bash her in my blog, but you wont leave a comment and would not want to be mentioned. At all. Hah, think im that stupid? Don't have balls, you can't borrow mine. And please grow a spine.

13. Stopping by on my way to destinations. I despise refueling and hunting for ATM. Especially when I'm on way to somewhere. All dressed up and stuff. Sigh, with my heels and my inch thick make-up. It really doesn't fit in at the neighborhood ATM where I usually go with my pajamas. The Abang pump attendant will make some smart remark about how dressed you are since you always look like you rolled outta bed. I just don't like stopping by. Don't like it.

14. "You pandai masak ke? Takde rupa macam orang pandai masak pun." Or better still, "Yeke? You pandai masak ape?" Geez. Is it so hard to believe that I can cook a decent meal? What kind of questions is "you pandai masak ape?" do you ask that to all makcik2 who claim they can cook? you want a list? were you born a retard? hard to believe isn't it that I don't look so kampung like you, but have the ability to cook better than you probably ever will. And I can cook western also which you only know from McDonalds. You know what's my specialty? Hot, boiling scalding water poured down your pants.

15. Driving. Top of the list. D knows i hate driving and this is often used as an excuse not to take me places. "Babe, can we go to cupcake chic kat the curve. Please?" [Insert warm inviting smile.] "Of course we can. You drive ye?" There goes my cupcakes. I'll drive for very few reasons. 1. to meet you. and i have to really really like you. 2. sending someone to the doctor's. or maybe teman je. if you are well enough, drive la sendiri. 3. to generate income [read: work]. if you think me letting you drive my car is an indication of how much i like/trust you, think again. I just manipulated you into being my supir.

wow. do i sound hateful? no la. i'm a nice person. someone please tag me for 100 reasons why i'm the nicest person you will ever meet. i am.

in the meantime, let's spread the hate. 15 pet peeves - i'm tagging lucillus the devil, sweets, missints , roxychick and D.

Arrogance

the damn thing with having a blog is you can't keep the people you don't like out. like, really don't like. and you can't rant about them either. especially when they're annoying the living daylights outta you. too bad kan?

i can't say 'i met her last week and she was the same irritating loudmouth, bad-breath monkey like she has always been and on top of that was wearing the ugliest Hawaiian print top i've ever seen'.

no. i can't say that cos i know she reads me. i just did? whaddya mean i just did? damn. i'm so dense.

you know what is not cool?
comment moderation.
definitely not cool.

if you dont like certain people or wont have them poking around, then privatize it. there! you keep the ones you want in, and the ones you don't out. fair game.

if you moderate comments, that's a bit cowardly kan?

like you think you have right to mouth out to the world and gab left and right but you can't take comments on what you write. booo! do you think its fair? like you have the right to be a bitch and be nasty or opinionated but in return, readers are strictly forbidden from doing so. like wtf man. taknak criticism privatize la blog. tapi kalau private blog tak boleh la pulak kan silent readers letak comment2 yang 'favourable'.

okay.

How was my weekend?

Friday night, Y and me went hunting for an MP3 player. Reason being? Vainpot recently joined the gym and according to him the music there is very very macha-like. err..ew. We were in LowYat and we got him the Creative Zen. he'll be zenning his life away in the gym now i assume. Mula-mula beli kereta satria neo, sekarang dah join gym la pulak...macam in the making nak jadi player pelajar IPTA jek. Working women susah sikit nak impress dengan a satria neo semata2, or how many ketak you have on your abs. Try IPTA la. Senang sikit kot. Abang Satria Neo has a nice ring to it.

Then we went for dinner of steaks. Dah taknak cakap lagi pasal makan. Baru balik lunch buffet. My belly is cursing me for this.

I came home and D was in the toilet. I wanted to surprise him as usual (me and my lame tricks. sigh) but the surprise was on me. D's face was messed up from falling off his bike. Kesian. Bleeding and bruised.

The rest of my weekend was running errands, taking D to the doctors and erm, shoe shopping. And watching Brothers & Sisters non-stop- if not falling asleep. But I'm at episode 3, so you can guess im falling asleep most of the time.

Yawn. I'm so sleepy. I wish I was at home under the sheets. Watching Brothers & Sisters. While eating green Pringles. In the perfect world, there would be no crumbs at all.

@Stbx, Bangsar on that rainy Saturday afternoon.
Patiently waiting..

Mass and Mess

From the first time i started designing the flyer, i thought the turn out would be ten people the most but last night proved me wrong.

The turn out was around 30 riders who came from Putrajaya, Bangi, Kajang, Puchong, Petaling Jaya, Shah Alam and as far as Mantin to join the 'fun peloton'. Started a bit late as we saw a few more riders still unloading their bikes but when the ride was on, all were pretty much excited on what the Putrajaya loop had to offer.

Everything went well. We didn't really block the traffic, but yeah, we conquered the whole lane to ourselves. Drivers honked with full amusement and curiosity. Imagine 30 riders cheering, chatting and getting to know each other while riding 15km non-stop.

We stopped at the peak of the steady and gradual hill climb. Everyone was happy. Someone who escorted us the whole way provided isotonic drinks and chocolates.

Unfortunately, i fell from my bike when we were about to start again. I was leading and going downhill moderately fast. My front wheel went off track when it bumped on a stone. Didn't get to unclipped the shoes so i went falling facedown. :(







To be frank i was too embarrased to face everyone as i was the host for the night. But everyone came to the rescue and helped me up back on my bike. The escort offered me a ride in the car but i refused and finished the leg.

Last nite was a great nite. I enjoyed it. And I hope everyone else did too.

For the few weeks ahead i will be hanging my bike for a while. My face is bruising. My knees and elbows are burning. Till the next ride, next month, last Friday. Watch this space for the shout out!

In times of depression

i have not been inspired to write anything. sigh. i wish i was one of those people who translate a session in the fitting room to a dozen blog posting. no. that won't work. that would be way too weird. besides, i hate trying on clothes. seriously. D is always, "taknak try dulu ke? try la dulu..". no. i dont like trying clothes on. if i purchase them and they're too tight- i tell myself i can loose weight. if they're too loose, i know i'll grow fat in a month or two. see? simple. the second one always works more than the first. sigh, i'm always right aren't i?

i feel like a pile of shit right now for no reason. okay la. i have a valid reason. i am in the office after all. mother of all hell holes. let's go back to happy memories. happy happy days of long ago. well, at least the seem ages ago. just happy thoughts at random.

Visuals from the island-hopping trip of Manukan-Mamutik-Sapi Islands of Sabah;

Brother05-Sister02-Sister04-Brother03

All of my siblings + D. Menanti boat yang tidak kesampaian.

Masih menanti. Ade org macam dah lapar.
Teka sape?

can you see me thru his glasses?

It was wobbly.

"and the shark was this big..i swear"

D making his jump.

Rear view. Ta-ta island.

*All these pics were taken with my camera phone. Tell me my camera phone is awesome. Only 2 mega pixels y'know?

It was awesome. I'm not much of a beach person but it was loads of fun. Honestly. And snorkeling with your crocs on really helps prevents the cuts. Yeah, you spoil the corals but...

And then that Hat Yai trip. We went by train. Gile lame, tido bangun balik tido balik bangun balik. By airplane, the same amount of time would've taken me to London. Or something. Thank God for cozy bunks. And buffet coach.

KTMB First Class Coach.
Tapi letih sikit sebab naik pukul 6 terus terbaring.

Breakfast@Buffet Coach. We're almost there!


D feeling a tad suicidal.

Like, finally. Muka baru bangun.

He smelled really really nice. Luckily.

Is this of any value?

Swensens. We, erm, took 4 of those glasses.
So pretty. The glasses, that is.

Yeah, these pictures were from earlier in the year. Now im feeling tired and deflated. Nothing remotely interesting has happened so far. Well, unless you include the new GSC which just opened 5 minutes away from my house. Shitty thing is, they have no exit plan. I hate stupid places that offer midnight movies with no exit plans. Bodoh okay? I went to watch Street Kings with D and Y and ended up circling the place half a dozen times. D told the security guard to go and die while Y said he'll never watch a movie there ever again. Does that count?

I'll have to keep myself occupied with the little happy things that happen. Like;

i. despite my hatred towards work, my boss has evaluated my performance at 90% citing 'high commitment towards work'. evaluation agreed by CEO. i'm getting my performance based bonus as a result. i'm writing a book. it's called 'how to fake enthusiasm at work when you feel like jumping off the building most of the time'. please buy it.

ii. am earning a side income that is almost as much as my day-job. side income work being based on some paper i scored A in uni. easy peasy. almost.

and some material things. who says money can't buy happiness. not so much money oso can buy happiness. reese's peanut butter cups can make anyone smile. :) D's mom came home from Montreal (again!)

MIL bought these for me and D. tekalah yang mane D punye?
Duh, obviously la yang 100ml.

D bought me books!! :) it's so easy to make me happy.

i am super annoyed cos we have tix to bangkok next month for a week and we can't make it!! geram la. its gonna cost 5** out the window. we can't go due to work commitments. (in case you forgot, i have 'high commitment towards work').

expect coming post to contain rantings and more rantings.

wrong questions. wrong answers.

at the end of every event there's gonna be alcohol. are you comfortable with that?
as long as I dont have to deal directly with it and its not your core business.

how much do you know about cars?
i'll be honest. i know nuts. probably less than your average girl. i hate driving.

oh. what is your dream car?
like i said. im not big on cars. anything that conserves fuel, environmental friendly and easy to navigate.

what's your perception of our brand?
it's a luxury brand. arrogant and narcissistic. please don't hate me for being honest.

err.. no we won't. i have to ask you. what is you breaking point? how hard can i push you?
i have a revolver at home, at my breaking point i'll start shooting everyone in the office.

you're funny. seriously, though.
im pretty flexible. i have no rigid and hard and fast rule. ive never been pushed to such a point. ever. i deal with everything.

i have to warn you, its a lad's world. you'll be dealing with a lot of men.
that's okay. i like men.