Daily Shots.....Leaving a Trace....

What next?

2009-08-10T01:42:00.001+08:00

Will I ever ever find a job in this place??? How long more do I have to wait? This is making me depressed.

they're not children...they're monsters!

2009-06-19T23:45:00.002+08:00

the kids are over for the weekend and when I say kids I meant two of Fat Man's young cousin and one hyper energetic 2 year old boy who is Fat Man's nephew. He's super cute though. Fat Man's in Taiwan at the moment and will be back only on monday and I can't imagine how tired I'm going to be when the weekend's over. Tomorrow's going to be a day filled with activities and not to forget I have to make sure they have their breakfast, lunch and dinner.

Whoever said that having kids around the house is fun??

.....

2009-03-04T23:49:00.000+08:00

SH*TTIEST. WEEK.

At least I've got a date now...

2008-05-03T00:50:00.001+08:00

Fat Man will be arriving on the 6th at 6.30 am so that means I'll have to be at the airport by 7 (how torturing)....no complains even though I have to get up at 6....It's sad though cause I have to work on that day at 9 till 3 so I'll only be able to spend time with my Fat one when I get home : ( . He will be leaving on the 21st so that means I will be leaving Australia on the 21st as well. I can't explain how I'm feeling at the moment...all sorts of mixed emotions; happy, fear, sad, excited all at once.

Brian McFadden will be playing at Basement on the 21st and initially I was meant to be working because I didn't know when I'd be leaving. I was so eager to see him! Now I can't see him no more.

Everything's settled with my graduation date so I'll be graduating as planned. However I am really disappointed at how the Uni replied to me and how they handled things. This tells you, the more established they are, the cockier they are.

Anyway, I heart my Fat Man. Can't wait to see him...hehehe Happy!

I now have 27 bottles of Pure Blonde in my fridge....

2008-04-26T00:49:00.002+08:00

So my parents will be arriving in Sydney on the 7th of May at 6.30 am to attend my graduation, and because of that I have been trying to save up beers (the cheap way) as my dad has at least 2 glasses of beer everynight. Because we get 1 courtesy beer each night we work at the Basement, I've been taking 2 (one under my name, and one under Soon's name), so that I don't have to spend money buying them for my dad (cheapskate I know, but Hey beers can be expensive!).

On another note, my graduation is scheduled on the 9th of May and students are meant to be receiving tickets 3 weeks prior to the actual date. Its now 2 weeks to my graduation and I have yet to receive the tickets. So I called up the Uni yesterday to check if something was amiss and I found out someone submitted my final results after the closing date and because of that, they told me they cannot schedule me into the May ceremony because it is already full. What a load of bullshit! It is not even my fault that my results were submitted late and my parents are coming all the way just to attend my graduation. Now, they're telling me I might have to attend either the July or October ceremony. This bloody Uni is so unorganized and incompetent and dare they pride themselves to be the Top 100 in the world. The person I spoke to can't even do anything because she's not the person in charge and I have to wait till Monday to speak to them again because today is Anzac Day. Sigh...What am I to do?

I am really looking forward to moving to HK and start a new life. It feels like a whole new adventure is about to unfold and I wonder what awaits of me.

EXPOSED!!

2008-04-15T20:17:00.001+08:00

Fat Man found my blog. So now I have to filter everything before I put it in. Teeheheh....secrets should be kept secrets.

Oh...my love...

2008-03-14T23:55:00.000+08:00

Man: What are you thinking?

Me: Oh...I'm just imagining myself deliberately blasting the player and dancing to the music if I can't wake you up in the morning next time when I move in.

Man: HhHhmm....that would be very freaky....

Me: Why? What's so freaky about it?

Man: Imagine yourself waking up in the morning and the first thing that greets you is a Polar Bear dancing....wouldn't that freak you out?

Me: =_=" *idiot*

Waking Up Is Easy

2008-01-26T23:22:00.000+08:00

The Man stayed up the whole night so that he could call me and wake me up to go to work. I had to be up by 7.45am and because of the 3 hour difference, he stayed up till 4.45 am not sleeping because he knows if he falls asleep he will not be able to wake up and call me. All this without even me asking him to do it. I'm touched. I feel like the luckiest girl on earth : ) Thank you darling.

And Now...

2008-01-13T01:07:00.000+08:00

I'm so excited about my trip to Macau and Hong Kong. I'll be flying via VivaMacau from Sydney and arriving in Macau on the 10th Feb where my Fat Man will be picking me. Will be staying for 2 days and then popping down to Hong Kong for a week and then back to Macau so that I can fly back to Sydney. Considering of applying for the Chinese Visa so that I can go to China as well since its so near. Maybe just a day trip. The most important thing is I can't wait to see my Fat Man. Its been 6 months since I last saw him :(

Everything seems to be going on well, I've passed everything, just waiting for my graduation in May and I have to start applying for my Permanent Residency.

On a side note, I really need to be frugal now before my trip to HK so that I can have money to spend. I've saved in terms of accomodation because I'll be staying in Fat Man's place. It's scary to come to think of it. I'll be staying with his family and I don't know how well they will accept me seeing that they are rather conservative and traditional. Besides, its Chinese New Year and there will relatives around. Gosh!

Till then....

Thoughts

2007-12-21T21:12:00.000+08:00

As I sit in front of my laptop listening to the sirens of the ambulance on the background, I ponder about what lies ahead of me. The anticiaption of waiting for my final results are affecting me so much that I get panic attacks everytime I receive a new email from my Uni. It is unbelievable that my next step lies in the hands of a meagre paper bearing my A, B, Cs or Ds.

Lonliness have never hit so hard as I think about my family, my friends and my dearest lover who are thousands of miles away from me. No doubt I have lovely friends here, and aunties and uncles and cousins, but we've never been close enough as to take the part of being there for you like your own parents and siblings. Coming home to an empty house without a single word of hello from someone to greet you after a long day's work is an obvious enough sign to tell you 'DUH! All you have is yourself!'

Mum disagrees that I move to Hong Kong as she insists that I will hate the lifestyle and the country although I've never been there to experience it. She does not understand that although I may have Soon around but he has his own 'family' with Ross and it is no longer the same as when he is still single. Ross is his top priority as he is his life partner and I may lose the chance of building my own family with the man of my desire if I stay here. I believe sometimes, compromise and sacrifices are essential in making a relationship work. I do not wish to live a life of regrets and 'what ifs'.

As I think further, sometimes I feel like I'm living a life which is being dictated by people around me and not the life that I want to live. Although I am happy to be here, the loneliness I feel is slowly seeping into an emotional trauma.

I just called...to say...

2007-09-17T20:18:00.000+08:00

*ring*ring*

Me: "Hello, good afternoon Jay Jay's Marrickville, this is Gigi speaking"

Anonymous Guy:"Hi, I was in your shop this morning and I was just wondering how big your tits were?"

What a great way to start your day at work

When a Woman Loves a Man

2007-09-01T22:25:00.000+08:00

I got a call from Soon today telling me Mr. Big rang him and told him Ms. Mum's BF had rang Mr. Big. When Mr. Big answered the call he heard Ms. Mum's BF on the phone saying 'you mother fucker get your ass here' to someone but not to him particularly. Then Mr. Big heard on the background Ms. Mum crying hysterically and shouting. After that the phone cut off. We knew what was going on and told Mr. Big to drive over to Ms. Mum's place lest her BF is hitting her. When Mr. Big got to Ms. Mum's place, her BF refused to come out and was hiding himself in the room. So, Mr. Big asked Ms. Mum what was going on, why is she torturing herself being with him again after all that he has done etc etc and to cut a long story short, nothing was settled and Mr. Big left.

I feel the pain for Ms. Mum and I am extremely worried for her. Everyone around her has told her that her BF is psychotic, possesive and just plain crazy. How could a man accuse his own girlfriend of having an affair with all the gay friends she has, and whom she has known for several years? His reason, they are just pretending to be gay so that they could take advantage of her. That was the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard.

Ms. Mum used to be a strong and independent woman. She always believed that women could live without men as long as they are capable of taking care and financing themselves. I do not know what has happened to her. She is no longer the person she was when I knew her. Time and time this man has hurt her, not allowing her to go out, not allowing her to have any friends at all, cutting off her social life and controlling her life. Every twice a week he would go crazy shouting and screaming at her and accusing her of doing things that she did not do. But yet, again and again she forgives him and goes back to him. Even after he left her and moved out from their place, dissappearing for 2 weeks without answering any of her calls, she still waited until he came back.

Soon said to me that I could never understand why Ms. Mum is behaving like that because I am not a woman in her early 30s who is still not married when everyone around her is getting married. He said I will never understand the loneliness one would feel when you have no one to love you and care for you especially when you've hit 30 something of age.

Is it true that when you're in your 30s and have a boyfriend you would hang on to him no matter what just because you're worried you will never be able to find another one? Do we, as women really need to depend on such lousy man, giving our everything and only getting heartaches in return? I understand truly that it gets lonely, but losing your self worth and self respect for a man like that is even worse than being lonely for the rest of your life. If ever I become like that, I pray, my dear friends, bring me back to reality.

A True Boyfriend

2007-08-29T00:45:00.000+08:00

I came across this and found it rather interesting. Unconsciously I realised I was actually refering it to Man and making a 'tick' to where it applies. I've added a couple more stuff to remind myself what a great man he is (though I know many would find that he's 'too much). I thinks its sweet (what the hell is wrong with me).

1. Stay on the phone with her even if shes not saying anything *tick*

2. Tease her and let her tease you back *tick*

3. Stay up all night with her when she's sick. Go all the way to chinatown to buy her congee, putting towels on her forehead to make sure her termperature doesn't go up, feeling her temperature every 1 hour throughout the night. *tick*tick*tick*tick*

4. Watch her favorite movie with her *tick*

5. Give her the world and protect her from the world *tick*tick*

6. Let her wear your clothes *tick*

7. When she's bored and sad, hang outwith her. Even when she's not bored and sad still hang out with her *tick*tick*

8. Let her know she's important *tick*

9. Kiss her in the pouring rain, or under the blazing sun *tick*tick*

10. When she runs up at you crying.. thefirst thing you say is.."Who's ass am i beating today baby?" *tick*

11. Blows dry her hair when she's done showering *tick*

12. Offer to do the dishes when she's too lazy *tick*

13. Clean the house when she's out working or at Uni without being asked so that she doesn't have to do it *tick*

14. Making her coffee when she's tired without being asked *tick*

15. Puts blanket over her when she falls asleep on the couch *tick*

16. Gives her your jacket when she's feeling cold even though its only 10 degree and you're only wearing a T-shirt *tick*

I may add in more later when I can think of what he has done. There may be more, or they may not be afterall.

An uneventful day

2007-08-27T22:40:00.000+08:00

Today was uneventful as I had to work from 9am to 5.30pm. So I was stuck in the shop for approximately 8.5 hours. Took the bus home at a quater to 6 and stopped by Coles to shop for bread. I had a sudden craving for bread and sandwiches while working and so while in Coles I bought a bag of dinner rolls (which had 6 in them), a loaf of wholemeal multigrain bread and a loaf of turkish bread. Its about due for 'time of the month' and thus the weird cravings.

Dinner was simple, lemon pepper tuna topped with ricotta, four season salad and mayonnaise on the toasted wholemeal multigrain bread. Tomorrow's probably going to be turkish bread night with the dinner rolls as entre. At 9 Soon called and told me he was having dinner with Ross at Pizza & Beer and they bought a bottle of red wine. So being a fan of red wine how could I resist. As assured by Soon, the red wine was absolutely beautiful, smooth, full flavoured and bold; an Elderton Shiraz year 2004.

So today was not that bad after all, a good wine at the end of the day always always cure anything.

Man and Family

2007-08-22T22:25:00.000+08:00

Man has finally gone to Macau and meet my family (parents, brother, aunt and uncle). He made a pre-tour around Macau to familiarize himself with the tourist area and took a couple of maps just in case they'd get lost while having walk. He said it was especially important for my brother just in case he got lost and couldn't find his way back to the hotel. He even bought a local phone sim card for my parents so that they could call him without having to pay international roaming. Parents seem to absolutely adore him because of the way he was taking care of them. They were particularly impressed by how thoughtful he was with everything and that he actually made the initiative to want to meet my parents for the first time without me being there.

I must say this is the first time a guy has ever done anything like that for me. He really wanted my family to like and accept him and said that it is absolutely mandatory for him to take care of them because they are my family. I am extremely touched by all his actions and it is really hard that we are so far apart. Sometimes I feel that this is all just a dream and it is not real that I have finally found a man who not only love and adores me but also my family. Im only hoping we could maintain this relationship although it is difficult and I really beginning to think that this guy is worth considering marriage with. Fingers crossed. I hope everthing will turn out good.

Outdated post that I've written and kept hidden and forgot to post

2007-08-11T11:44:00.000+08:00

I’ve never thought I could find a serious and stable relationship ever in my life. Something always happens in the midst of it and then it will be the end. I knew I could never trust a man no matter how much I like him and even if I might tell him I trust him completely deep down I know I never could. At the back of my mind I’m always expecting something bad to happen.

Being in a relationship with him is beginning to change my view on men. He has somehow made me believe that there is still hope in mankind (literally). Never have I met a man that truly knows and understands me without having me tell him what I want. The first incident that made me notice he is different happened 2 weeks into the relationship. He came to me and showed me a picture of the bus timetable he took at the bus stop for the buses that I usually take to work and Uni. He said this is so that I don’t have to rush and guess what time the bus is coming and then always carelessly leave things at home. It is always the little things that he does that really touched me deep inside. But most importantly I know, he loves me with all his heart.

I have never had a man that buys me a mobile when he realized my mobile’s not working. I’ve never had a man who offers to meet my family and want my family to meet him. I’ve never had a man that pampers me and doesn’t patronize me even when he knows I’m wrong. But most of all, I’ve never had a man that asks for nothing except for me to care and to love him. Why is it then, do I still feel skeptical of the relationship? Could it be because it is too good to be true?

The thing I always think I am incapable of having, has come to me

2007-05-13T21:02:00.000+08:00

Still to my disbelieve, I think its beginning. But where will it lead to? What will it be like?

A Place To Call My Own

2007-05-08T19:30:00.000+08:00

Its been a hectic 1 month for me, juggling between jobs, assignment and looking for a place to stay. So I apologize, my dear friends for not updating my blog.

Today have been a lucky day for me because I've finally managed to rent a place. Its a partly furnished studio apartment and its situated at a very convenient area. Only 5 minutes walk from Soon's place. I've never thought I'd be able to get it actually because it all happened too suddenly. I only found out about the inspection this morning itself when I went online. But lucky for me the agent said he preferred me than this other German girl (who actually has already put in the deposit for the place) so he's leasing it to me. But of course I'd have to pay $5 extra each week so instead of the asking price $200 a week I'd have to pay $205 a week.

The studio is a funny little place because the bathroom is actually situated outside instead of inside. So I'd have to walk around half naked on the balcony to get the toilet everyday. Not complaining because that place is really a good deal. I've seen quite a few other places and they are all crappy and expensive. The only thing is, I haven't got a bed in the new place so I can't move in just yet. Silly Soon said he'll loan me the bed and when everyone's asleep at night we'll carry the bed together back to my new place. Sometimes I wonder what goes on in that big head of his. Just the other day when we (Soon, Ross and me) were having yum cha for lunch at Marigold he said this to Ross; 'You know, actually Chinese are very smart. Just by using 2 sticks and our finger we can manage to create chopsticks but westerners only know how to use fork, so easy! Just poke poke poke. Chinese can make use of everything around them to create something new or to replace something that they lack of. For example if girls need to make-up and they ran out of eye shadow they can use the Tumeric powder as eye shadow. See! So smart!'. Seriously, what the hell is wrong with this guy?? He could just come out with anything.

I'm really happy with my life here at the moment...minus the few stressful moments when u have to think about money and work. It really is different when you have to rent a place urself, pay for the rent and bills etc etc....It really is different from when you're living at home with parents. But its all good.....it feels like an adult hahehehea.

So that's all the time I have folks. Will update again soon.

Woot Woot!!

2007-03-20T08:11:00.000+08:00

Daren Hayes is performing in BX tonight and I'll be working! WooHoooo~!! Its like getting paid to watch Daren Hayes....hehehe. Ross said his partner will be there I wonder how he looks like.

Not Perasan La....

2007-03-17T08:08:00.001+08:00

I have a feeling Mr. Chef (one of the chefs at BX) likes me. It's an instinct... the way he always tries to get me to notice him, annoys the hell out of me just so that i could talk to him, stealing glimpses of me when he thinks im not looking. However, 50% of the people in BX hates him because he's a dickhead. My feeling towards him is confused. Sometimes I think he's a nice guy....but sometimes when he really annoys me I loathe him....sometimes he can be very obnoxious and rude and then I feel like punching him right at the face.

Anyone has any idea how I could test him out and see if he really is interested in me?

Today I made new friends....

2007-03-13T19:30:00.000+08:00

:)

1. CC from Singapore
2. Miso from Japan
3. Han from Sri Lanka
4. Libby from China
5. Lissy from China
6. EL from China

now we all have each other's phone number so I can consider them friends....It feels like primary school again......

On What's Been Happening

2007-03-06T15:50:00.000+08:00

It's been ages I know since I last blogged. Not that I do not have anything to write about but because I'm using Ross's laptop to do it, it just doesn't feel right. Life's really good here and I'm so glad to be here. Uni only started yesterday so I've been doing nothing but 'playing' for the past one month.

Talking about Uni, I've always thought Malaysia or Asian countries are the biggest player in the hierachichal social status but apparently Australia does it too. For starters, my first Professor said he gives priority to his Postgrad students for consultation. He doesn't like Undergrads (Actually I find that offensive because I have once been an Undergrad Student) So anytime we wanna see him he'd be more that happy too. Today as I was walking towards the Uni bookstore ( I need to get a reader for Thursday) I realised the queue is nearly 2 km long but because I needed the book I had to join in the line. As it was nearing my turn which is about half hour waiting in line, I saw a special sign next to my queue which says 'Postgrads Priority Only' which has only 3 person in line! Can't believe how stupid I was waiting in line for 30 minutes.

Anyway, got a job and the pay is fantastic. Will upload pictures soon.

The Art of Kissing

2007-01-24T00:23:00.000+08:00

So there we were the 3 of us having a drink at our usual place and the full detail of what transpired this conversation I cannot remember

He: Have you guys encountered anyone who really suck at kissing?
Me: Oh my god yes!! It's so disgusting just to think of it.
She: Really?? I've never....all my partners were pretty alright
He: Wow you've been really lucky...
Me: Yeah man....so lucky
She: What do you mean by bad?? How is it like?
Me: You wouldn't want to experience it...
He: I had this girl....she was so bad.....my face was wet all over
Me + She: Eeeewwww Gross!
He: Hehehehe yup.....it was horrendous....I was like 'keep your tongue babe....I don't need you to help me wash my face' and then you smell her saliva on you....Teehehehe
Me+She: *sweat*

Yay!

2007-01-23T05:01:00.000+08:00

Visa approved! Chop, Sign, till April 2009! AaAaahhh Life is Wonderful~! 3 more weeks and I'll be gone from Malaysia!

p/s: Soon has been bragging about his 'beautiful' house and the fountain he built. He's also taking me to this 'wonderful' Laosian restaurant (which he can't stop talking about) on the night I'm ariving. Fingers crossed that everything he said is true to his words.

Krazy is the word

2007-01-17T01:56:00.000+08:00

Once upon time, there was a friend. Now this friends lives in a lovely neighbourhood in Bandar Utama. One fine day, a middle aged married couple decided to move in right next to them. Everything was going very well the first few months. They exchanged friendly greetings, friend's mum will sometimes have a short chit-chat while hanging out clothes to dry.

Suddenly, all hell broke loose. New neighbour decided that they could no longer live like a normal human being and decided to torment friend and the neighbourhood. After much analysis from witnessing and experiencing first hand on how she torments the neighbourhood, we've come to a conclusion that new neighbour suffers from psychological disorder; mainly ------> Aggression, Schizophrenia, Obsessive Compulsive Disorder and Bipolar Disorder.

To know more about new neighbour's bizzare behaviour please click this and then this

Have a good night!

Sydney here I come!

2007-01-16T03:20:00.000+08:00

I know I haven't been blogging for quite some time. Well...for those who know me I'm not the biggest fan of writing....sometimes I get lazy and then I procrastinate and etc. Nothing much has been happening lately except for the fact that I'll be leaving for Sydney on the 9th Feb and I'm in the midst of getting all my stuffs ready.

Many have been asking when I'll be back and honestly I myself do not know. So what I usually say is "when my passport expires in 2011". My plan is to try and stay in Sydney for as long as I can and if I can't stay, my next stop would be New Zealand, and then if I still can't find a way to stay I'll pop over to England.

Soon mentioned that David Alice (mutual friend of mine in Sydney but good friend of his) is willing to rent his place to me and it will be fun because he said David will then take me along with him to all the Art Exhibitions. Why Art Exhibitions because apparently David is the Director of Art Muzeum for University of Sydney. But the rent is about AUD150 a week and honestly I don't know if I can afford to pay that much. The area that David is staying is considered one of the 'rich' areas and he is living in a double story town house. He's taking the lower floor and is planning to rent the top floor to me. Soon has told me not to worry because he has already reserved a place for me to work in Jay Jay where he and Alice are currently working and they are paying AUD18++ an hour on weekdays and AUD20++ an hour on weekends. If its still not enough to cover for my expenses I'll probably work at night as well in a restaurant or something.

On another note, my medical check-up report is making me worried because the panel doctor has yet to submit the report to the immigration department. It'll take the Aus government a minimum of 14 working days to process my visa and I don't have much time left until the 9th. I'm crossing my fingers that I'll get my visa by then.

I'm heading back to bed now. Till then!

Hey Papa....

2006-11-23T22:29:00.000+08:00

“Are you free?” Mummy asked as I answered the phone. I was having lunch with Shir on a normal Tuesday afternoon. “Why?” I asked. “Nothing. Just wanted to chit chat with you” she said. The moment she said that I knew something was wrong because she has never called just to chat with me. “Huh?? You called just to chit chat with me? No way. What is it? I’m having lunch with my colleague” I said. “Hehehe…Nothing just wanted to tell you your dad just met with an accident. A Prado hit the back of the car as he was trying to make a U-turn at Taman Tun”. “What?!?” I shouted. “Is he okay? Was it bad?”. “He’s fine. Just that the whole trunk is gone. The other car was speeding and your dad was driving quite slowly so I guess he couldn’t brake on time and he hit the back of the car. I’m waiting for him to come back now. Hehehe…. Anyway just wanted to tell you that’s all”.

As I was walking into the kitchen later that night, Daddy said “I need you to go to the police station with me”. “I thought you’ve already reported this afternoon?” I asked. “Not yet” he replied. Most of the journey to the police station was quiet. Minus the few moments when he was telling me not to drive too near to the car in front just in case they brake suddenly and I’ll bang into them.

When we were at the Police Station, it suddenly hit me how old my dad has become. Mind you my dad is 60 and he still goes for his twice a week badminton session. He makes fantastic food and is always happy telling me how he made certain dishes and what sort of ingredients he used. Now at the station, he no longer stand straight but hunching a little while walking around not sure whether to fill in the form first or to wait for the Police on duty to call for his turn. I took the form and told him he needs to fill it up and give it to the Police.

When it was our turn to report, I realized the reason why he wanted me to be there with him was because we needed to type the report onto the computer ourselves. Unlike a few years back, the police no longer sits and writes for you. While waiting for the Sergeant, I remembered how he used to be the one taking me to the Police Station when I lost my IC, how he arranged for my driving lessons, buying me my air ticket when I was flying to Australia, carrying me into the car and drove me to the doctor when I was having measles because I was too sick to walk, and all the little little things a responsible father would do. Taking us all out for family trip, driving to some god forsaken place for a what he would say “extremely good food where you can’t find anywhere in KL” Every time I’m out with my friends he would sit at his chair waiting for me to come home because I’m constantly home late. The moment he hears the gate he would stand up and walk to the front door with keys in his hands and open up the door for me.
Now, he’s constantly going to the toilet (one of the signs of old age), slowly losing his focus and always forgetting things.

My dad has never been a man with many words. We never share hugs, nor do we tell each other how much we love each other (normal, being in a traditional Chinese family). Even without all these, I know for a fact that he does love me and the family very much from the things he does, and the way he cares for us. 10 years down he would be 70 and I, 34. I’m afraid to even think of how he would be like, then. Will he still be driving around? Will he still be in the kitchen trying to cook his ‘signature’ dishes? Will he still be saying the same old thing he has been saying for the past 15 years ‘Stop coming home so late. Stop spending so much money. Stop driving so fast.’?

But one thing I know for sure that will never change, is the passion we both share for cooking, how alike we actually are in personality no matter how much we try to deny it, how we annoy the hell out of one another due to both our stubbornness, and that he would always be my father, my hero, my role model, and I, the rebellious, stubborn, annoying eldest daughter that will never grow up in his eyes.

Indescent proposal

2006-11-20T17:08:00.000+08:00

How do one deals with the situation when a good friends asks you if you'd sleep with them. Bearing in mind both of you are of the same sex(in this case I'm a girl and she's a girl) and she's adamant that she would like to try it out with you. Not because she's a lesbian, but because it is one of her fantasies to sleep with a woman and she would like to experience how it is like to 'lick a p**sy'(literally). In addition, she would like her boyfriend to be in it as well if you're willing, if not he just watch. or if you're still not willing, she'd lock him out and its just a one - to - one (you and her).

The first time she proposed i brushed it off because she was not very direct. It came very subtly and seemed like a joke. The second time it was straight-on right at the face. Today I spoke to her she said she liked me. Part of me felt honoured but the other part of me felt disgusted. How do I turn her down without offending her? At the first place, is it wrong to ask a friend for a favor like that?

I have friends who feel that it is not wrong. They say that this is because subject and me are friends and since she can't just try it out with any tom, dick, and harry, the best person to try it out with is a friend whom she trust. But then again, since she's a friend, how could you even do it and when everything is over, pretend like nothing has ever happened? Will there be a difference towards our friendship? Are we going to start using one another for sex just because we can?

What kind of friendship is this then?

*Billy once told me this scandalistic story when I was in Australia:

He: You know *Linnie and *Lannie are best friends right (*names changed to protect their privacy)

Me: Yeah why?

He: There was one period when they were both single. They just broke up with their boyfriend I think about a month and they were both feeling very horny.

Me: *eyes wide open and fearing for the worst* AND?

He: So they decided since they were both horny and they can't get any guys to f**k they might as well f**k each other.

Me: *jaw nearly dropping to the ground* BUT THEY ARE BOTH BEST FRIENDS! AREN'T THEY DISGUSTED? THEY'VE KNOWN EACH OTHER FOR QUITE SOME TIME RITE? DON'T THEY FEEL EMBARASSED? Imagine....the thought of kissing, licking and sucking your bestfriend's t*ts and p**sy!! EEeeewwww

He: Don't know....they were both very horny wurt....so might as well.... but it was a one off thing...after that they decided it was a stupid thing and they should not do it again. They are both still very close though..... hehehe

Me: ..............

So do these things actually happen? Am I over-reacting? Is this then, still considered as a purely 'platonic' relationship?

The most boring, no-brainer job in the whole wide world........

2006-11-20T17:06:00.000+08:00

is telemarketing.

And I'm in it. *faints*

Blogging Time....

2006-11-20T16:43:00.000+08:00

A friend was complaining that I hardly ever update my blog. Problem is, I hardly ever go online other than during at work. Don't ask me why, I don't know. It will never occur to me just go online and chat and then blog. Most of the time when things happen to me I 'think' I want to blog about it. Come the time when I get home and I can go online, I don't 'think' I wanna blog about it anymore because I might have already lost all the excitement of writing about it.

I always wonder how some bloggers can keep in mind what they want to blog about and then blog about it maybe 1 month later. Hell I can't even remember things that happened to me 2 weeks before. I guess I just don't have the passion to write like they do. But once in a while I do get the urge to blog. Like now. And I'm at work. Hehe

random questions to past time

2006-11-09T13:16:00.000+08:00

Got this off Pinky... Since I no longer need to slave myself for work I have alot of time to do things like this...hhehe

1. Who was the last person you held hands with?
Audrey...

2. At what time do you go to sleep?
Depends whether its Mahjong night or not...

3. How many times have you spoken French?
Does Je ne sais pas count?

4. Have you ever drunk milk straight out of the carton?
I don't drink milk

5. Have you ever won a spelling bee
Surprisingly I have

7. How fast can you type?
I don't know....but people who has seen me type saysI'm fast

8. Are you afraid of the dark?
Very

9. Eye color?
errrr.....brown?

11. The worst ex you’ve had?
The one that ate my cherry and cheated my money

12. Do you knock on wood?
All the time.... I need the luck

13. Are you drinking anything right now?
nope!

15. Can you hoola hoop?
Can't la....the hoop wouldn't stay up

16. Are you good at keeping secrets?
I donchickeno...try telling me some

17. What do you want for Christmas?
cash!!! just give me cash!!

18. Do you know the Muffin Man?
Do you know the purple potato?

19. Do you talk in your sleep?
Yeah, I give out 4D numbers....come sleep with me

20. Who wrote the book of love?
Grandpa Moon....Go to Seremban and look for him

21. Have you ever flown a kite?
only once... :(

23. Do you consider yourself successful?
Will answer in 5 years

24. How many people are on your contact list ofyour cell?
Don't know....lost count

25. Have you ever asked for a pony?
No...I've always asked for a dog

26. Plans for tomorrow?
Make-up for Cindy, Dinner and Mahjong...hehe

28. Missing someone now?
Does Clay Aiken count?

31. How are you feeling today?
Extremely good!

32. Are you happy?
Very!

33. Have you ever been suspended or expelled from school?
Fortunately I was always given second chance

34. What are you looking forward to?
Going back to Australia....

34. Have you ever crawled through a window?
No...there's always the door

35. Have you ever eaten dog food?
yes I have....I was naive enough to believe a friend when she says its edible and she eats it all the time

36. Can you handle the truth?
i donchickeno...try me

37. Do you like green eggs and ham?
Do you like purple potato and orange yam?

38. What 3 things you always bring with you to places?
money, ciggarate, mobile
39. Do you like or have a crush on anyone right now?
errr....Clay Aiken?

40. How many kids do you plan to have?
4!! 2 boys and 2 girls
41. What do you do when no one is watching?
Talk to myself

42. Do you talk to yourself?
Refer above

43. Is there something you want that you can't have?
Many!

44.Three physical features of the opposite sex that you first notice?
Their teeth, their eyes, their smile

45.Who are you thinking about right now?
C*Ba* Soon

46. Who did you last hug?
Audrey....

47. Where is your phone?
In front of me...

48. What was the last thing you ate?
Cornflakes

49. What do you want to do?
Re-write my personal statement

50. Would you ever date anyone on your friendslist?
never say never....

51. What TV Show do you watch?
Anything on Travel and Living

52. What is your cell num?
012 - 755 2525

I am officially...

2006-11-09T12:11:00.000+08:00

Jobless!! hehehe I've never been happier when saying this.

I HAVE RESIGNED!!

A beer on my table, a cig on my hand while listening to boyzone's 'Love me for a reason' hehehe

2006-09-15T22:28:00.001+08:00

My standard clock off time at work is between 11pm-12 am. Just last friday I stayed in the office untill 8 am Saturday because the work load was just too much. Poor pinky was keeping me company while watching her cartoons on YouTube (WTF). Appreciated her company though, at least I don't feel so bored and lonely :(

Just the other day my dad was complaining saying the salary that I get is not going to be enough to pay for my medical fees next time and then went ahead to ask me to consider looking for a new job (WTF).

On another note....I was having lunch the other with my new colleague. Apparently she knows palm reading and face fengshui. So she took my right hand and the first thing that she said was 'Damn! your love life sucks!!!'. Fantastic...just fantastic....exactly what I want to hear '=_= then she went on to say that I am extremely ambitious and I will be wealthy next time but I really really really need to work very very very hard to earn it (Another blow on my face). I am also gonna die of accidents and not of health problem although I'm smoking like a chimney and drinking like a fish. Sigh....Man I need a life!

When the going gets tough....

2006-08-30T22:50:00.000+08:00

It's 10.15 pm and I'm sitting in the office with a cigarette in my hand and a beer on my desk. I should be finishing up an agreement which was supposed to be due yesterday but I absolutely have no more energy left to think. Today is one of those days you wonder why you're doing what you're doing in this company and if it is worth it. Hell it's only been 1 month and for the past 27 days, work has not been easy.

It has been late nights every single night and even during weekends I was expected to be at events if not in the office and if I'm home, I have stacks of proposals to read. Tomorrow is a public holiday but still I have to list down ideas and strategies to promote a particular brand. It was meeting, brainstorming, reviewing, briefing the whole day and these meetings hasn't been kind to me. My boss especially, hasn't been very kind to me. Why bother placing me in a particular project when my opinions are not even put into consideration? Let's not talk about considering, but cutting me off everytime before I even have the chance to finish half my sentence and not even looking at me (as though I'm invisible) while talking when there's only 5 person in the room sitting less than 2 feet away from one another is unbearable.

Not only that work is giving me a massive headache, now I've got personal problems to deal with. I don't even want to think about these personal stuffs because work is just too overwhelming. It's not giving me even a single minute to think about other stuffs other than work.

A good friend was giving this comment late one night when she saw me still at work "Ei, do you know your mum grow misai already? Still don't want to go home aarr?? I think your mother and your sister grow misai already also you don't know. How long you never see your mother already?' To think about it, the only time I see my mum would be in the morning before I leave for work, and late at night when I creep into the toilet in her room to have my shower while she's sleeping.

With so many things happening at the same time I wonder how long I could hold on. I can't even remember the time when I actually had a proper meal. In fact, sometimes I even forget that I am hungry and there's no food in my stomach. And to think that I live by the philosopy 'Live to eat and not eat to live'

Is it all worth it?

sob sniff 'Hey....I need to talk...'

2006-08-27T21:55:00.000+08:00

How do you deal with a good and close friend who doesn't make an effort in a friendship, but calls you and expects you to be there for her the moment she has a guy problem? I am feeling extremely frustrated by the fact that I happen to have a friend like this and that this particular friend of mine has done it over and over again and I'm allowing it to happen yet again. Why is it so hard for people to understand that their boyfriend is not the only thing that matters in their life. Think of it this way, who are you going to run to when you fight, when he dumps you or when he cheats on you? Who are you going to cry to? Who is going to be there to give you a shoulder to cry on, console and support you?

No doubt I love this particular friend dearly, but not coming out for drinks, not calling to see how you are, not willing to even sacrifice a little of her precious time away from her 'boyfriend' (notice how I place the inverted coma, because they actually broke up but she still spends time with him during the weekends at his place) to catch up is a tad too much for me to forgive her. It makes it even worse when this has happened so many times, with all the different guys in her life *same script, different cast*. And I for a fact knows, that she's taking it for granted because she thinks she can just come back to the group anytime she wants because HER friends are just too forgiving and understanding even though it has happened a zillionth times. Why are human beings becoming so self-centered and selfish?

Everytime there is a new guy, she would go missing. There'll be no phone calls from her, she'll be unwilling to come out, she will say no to all invitations to go out just to be with her man. And yet, she expects everyone to welcome her back just like that after she has gone missing for a few months and when there are no more man in her life. I would think giving an excuse such as tired and busy is really not a good reason because I know for a fact that there are people among our group who gets off work even later than her and yet still make an effort to see their friends at least once a week. I for one, works until at least 10.30 everynight and yet I would make an effort to catch up with friends to see how they are.

I remembered a time when she first broke up with one her 'boyfriends'. The first thing she did was to call us and expects us to comfort her and support her (after she has gone missing for some time again). Coincidently we were busy with our work and before we could even find out what happened we told her to hang on for a bit and we will call her right back once we are through with our work (which was only 30 mins). The moment we hung up we got a very sarcastic sms stating how we are not there for her when she needed us the most.

At the first place has it even crossed her mind how she has treated us? Calling us only when she needed us and not even bothering to check on us when she has her 'boyfriend'?

So last night I decided, after yet another invitation to go up the hill was rejected by her because she was at her boyfriend's place, that I will no longer take this nonsense. I will not allow her to take me or to take us for granted anymore. I will not go running like a loyal friend when she needs me and I will not allow self-centered friends like this to affect me and my life.

The Ultime Pointless One

2006-08-24T00:05:00.000+08:00

Ever encountered a moment where your mind went 'WHAT THE F**K JUST HAPPENED?' And you just stare with your mouth open and HUGE question mark on your forehead. Mixed emotions playing up, you don't know whether to scream, cry or laugh. Yup, this is what I'm feeling right now, right when the entry I spent an hour typing went missing just like that. I'm sorry my new entry has to be this way, but I can't afford to spend another hour typing it again because I just have to pick the monitor up, fling it against the wall and get an elephant to step and then sit on the DAMN CPU like RIGHT NOW!

Can I? May I? Shall I? Excuse me. Please. Thank you. Open doors. Pull out chairs.

2006-07-19T17:04:00.000+08:00

Many years back, I remember reading an article about what makes the perfect holiday mate. Apparently, a good or close friend does not neccesary make a good holiday partner. I used to doubt the truth in the article but after spending a 4 days 3 nights trip with a group of my closest friends, i'm starting to agree with the statement.

I honestly believe that going on a trip is a good way to see the true colour of people. You will begin to notice little annoying behaviours that you may not have noticed before. Familiar faces suddenly become horrifying and revolting to you and you will realize that your friends do not seem to be who they are anymore. Every little thing that do are annoying and instead of looking at the good side of things you'll pick on their little flaws; from the things they say, the way they eat, the way they behave, the things they do and etc. You will also begin to see how some people can be so so selfish, self-centered, demanding, obnoxious and etc.

I have always place great importance on mannerism and social etiquettes. I am very particular about certain things and always pay attention to how people behave in public and especially people whom I've only just met (particularly men). I get annoyed when people do not have proper manners or do not meet the acceptable social standards. This, of course, make me even more particular towards my friends.

Being able to behave appropriately in public and knowing your manners and ettiquettes is a strength, I believe, to one's personal being. It is also one of the first few things that help you win the heart of others. Having a good attitude, being able to understand and compromise with others is also absolutely mandatory to keep friends. As much as we'd like, the world does not revolve only around us. No matter how much we tell ourselves and others that we live for ourself, we cannot deny the ugly truth that we live for and with others as well.

So, learn. Be civilize and don't be self-centered, selfish and obnoxious.

What My Father Said....

2006-07-13T16:07:00.000+08:00

One of the few things that my friends and I enjoy the most are eating and traveling. Fortunately for us we're blessed to be born in a country with a great variety of different food (thus my size). And we gathered that since we can't afford to travel overseas on an occasional basis we'll just settle with short interstate trips.

You know, the kind of trip that takes you to Penang for the Prawn Noodles, Seremban for the Hakka Noodles, Malacca for the Satay Celup, Popiah, Chicken Rice or even Genting for the cold wind and Coffee Bean. It is one of the ways to really let go of ourselves after long stressful weeks at work. We work hard, and we play hard. We don't see no harm in doing what we enjoy occassionally because we believe that's one way of enjoying life without forgetting other responsibilities, though our parents may not totally agree (money issues here we're talking about).

The few common things that we'd most likely hear from them would be "why can't you save up that money?", "why do you always have to spend away the money once you've got them?" "why can't you prioritise the important things that you need done with that money?"

Mind you, we're a bunch of 24, 25, 26 year olds and hearing them say things like that would make one think we're a bunch of brainless demented idiots. Of course, they do have their points and they're just worried for us, but I do believe we're mature enough to know not to do things that we can't afford and that the more important things comes first (whatever that alludes to).

Last night while having dinner, my father asked me this question,
"Why do you always have to go for trips? Why can't you cut down on your activities? Why did you go for karaoke the other night? What kind of celebration were you having?"

I was dumbfounded for a moment because my father has never asked me questions like that before, and even if he did it was very very rare. Those questions would usually come from my mother. The thing about me is that I have little or no tolerance for interrogations and nags from my parents. But throughout the years I've learned to mellow down my temper. So after digesting the questions I said to him

"Well Pa, I love to travel and to see things but my last name's not Hilton nor Trump and I can't afford to go overseas occassionally for holidays so I settled with going interstates. Not forgetting also I have REAL jobs so its nice to go for a short holiday once in a while. I went Karaoke not because we had any celebration but because I wanted so much to be a famous singer but I know I can't because I don't have famous parents to help me so going for Karaoke is the only way of fulfilling my dreams by imagining myself with ecstatic fans going crazy over my beautiful voice"

So I thought that would've been the end of the story but I should've learned by now that once my parents start, they can't stop.

Then he said to me "Do you even read? Why can't you start reading self-help books?. You should start to read books like 'The 7 habits of a highly successful man' or books about famous CEOs"

For one, I love reading and I spend alot on books. I read alot of autobiographies, memoirs, business and psychology books. My father however, believes that these books are not contributing to my intellect and career and if I start reading books like "The 7 Habits of Highly Successful People" or the "Rich Dad, Poor Dad SERIES" will definitely make me the next Donald Trump (Female Version).

He believed that one of the reasons why I'm not succesful (I only graduated in 2005) is because I don't read those books. He actually said this

"You know why my ex boss's son is so succesful at such a young age? Because he reads those kind of book. And alot of successful businessmen reads those books. You know why I didn't become successful? Because I didn't read those books"

HaHaHa I seriously think it is a funny comment. How could a 60 year old man say that he did not become successful because he did not follow the footsteps of businessmen by reading those books. How does anyone justify that? So by reading books like that we would become successful? So if I read more psychological related books I'll become a famous psychiatrist? Or better still if I read more books about famous singers I'm going to be a famous superstar?

Funny how fathers can be sometimes. Maybe because my father is too bored at home with no one to challenge him and to stimulate his mind he gets all these weird thinking playing in his mind. Which, I think is why his eldest child gets sudden spasm attacks especially during work.

What is then a daughter to do but to listen to the advice. So I've decided to go to the bookstore and buy myself a copy of "Learning to Sing" written by Clay Aiken and I'm pretty sure in no time my album's going to hit the billboard. After all, parents are always right aren't they?

The Hanger-Shaped-Shoulder Man

2006-07-13T09:37:00.000+08:00

When I was a child, my mother used to talk to me about responsibilities. Unfortunately for me, being the eldest child with a down syndrome brother and a sister 8 years my junior I will have to care and provide for them when I'm older. She has always reminded me about these responsibilities throughout the years of my life and emphasised alot on me giving the family a minimum of RMxxx to RMxxxx. I could say then these sense of responsibilities has been implanted in me ever since young. I am very well aware that I am responsibile for everything that I do and that I am also responsible for others.

What I do not understand is, how is it that a woman like me and I'm sure many others can learn the value and sense of responsibility and yet a man cannot. Countless times I've met men who runs away from responsibilities, be it work, play or emotions. The typical irresposible men I've learned to define are those who:

- very quickly blame others once they sense something is not right (no shortage of these men at my work place)
- extremely defensive of themselves
- have no thoughts about their own actions, what they say and how others feel and think
- deliberately put others down in front of other people to feed their ego, confidence and self-esteem (i conclude that people who does this all the time suffers a form of complex labeled as the Inferior Complex)
- talks too loud, brags too much, extremely bossy and declares themselves as jack of all trades
- at work, pawn their responsibility off on overworked colleagues or staff, hoping their talent will cover for their glaring ineptitude.

Men like these I would say are the worst kind ever. It makes you wonder if they would ever succeed in life. After several unsuccesful attempts of trying to teach them a thing or two about responsibilities I realise that these people do not learn. And they do not even think its an issue in their life. And so next time, to save ourselves from getting all worked up because of them, minimize all contact. Saves everyone time and oxygen.

By the way, just in case anyone's wondering about the title, my mother has told me quite a few times that one of the ways of detecting an irresponsible man from afar is the shape of their shoulder. If it slides down and shaped like a hanger, stay clear. Not sure bout the accuracy, but better be safe than sorry, no?

What's Left of Before

2006-07-12T11:51:00.000+08:00

So as you can see those blogs are from '04 - '05 when I was still a student in Adelaide. Now I'm back and this blog's gonna revolve around my work, my friends, my family, my thoughts and the drama that unfolds every single day.

A Beautiful Love Story - not for the weak heart Jun 6, '05 3:48 AM

2006-07-12T11:48:00.000+08:00

let me tell you a story I once heard - a spanish love story. I don't know where or not its true - I'd like to think it is - but I'll tell it to u anyway.

many years ago, when the sun burned orange all day and the night was wet with the smell of green moss and summer, two young Spanish lovers met in a little fishing village. each day they would walk, barefoot along the great winding dust road, and they would buy bread from the old merchant with the crooked smile. they would sit beneath the old olive tree and would talk and laugh and warm their faces in the sun. it was beneath this olive tree that Pedro first kissed Esmirada.

they shared their dreams with each other - Esmirada wanted to study art in Italy and one day become a famous artist. Pedro spoke of becoming the welathiest man in Spain. but they were young. and when the time came for esmirada to go off ans study, she refused to leave.

her love had grown so strong, she told Pedro, the she feared leaving him for even a moment would surely destroy her. they held each other beneath the olive tree and they wept.the next day, Esmirada waited for Pedro on the hill above the dirt road but he never came. nor did he come the next day, or the day after that....

Esmirada was heartbroken. although she searched for Pedro for many days, she never found him. she wrote to him. he never replied. Devastated, she left for Italy.

esmirada studied for several years and became a sulptor. she sculptet many fine pieces but her most cherished creation was a replica of the old olive tree she knew as a girl. she eventually became famous and at her first big international exhibition, the olive tree was sold for a large sum of money. the design was so special that many art collectors wanted Esmirada to create olive trees for their own collections. but she never sculpted another one. it was a one-off, she said.

forty years passed and Esmirada retired a wealthy and succesful artist. she married and had many children and lived in a beautiful house. Sometimes, she would think back to those warm afternoons under the olive tree, and from time to time she would wonder. then one day, she received a letter. it was from attorneys of Pedro Bandidas saying he had passed away. in his will, he had stipulated that his entire estate would be left to her. attached was a short letter that read:
"To my dear Esmirada, I became what i always dreamed I would. I am a man of greath wealth, perhaps even the richest man in Spain. My fortune is greater than any man could ever dream of and I leave it all to you - my one and only true love."

so Esmirada made the trip to Spain. She travelled to the little fishing village and walked barefoot along the great winding dust road. She bought a loaf of bread from the old merchant's store, but the old merchant had long since died. she sat beneath the old olive tree and turned her face to the sun. and she drank in the air.

Afterwards she got a driver to take her to the address she been given. before her stood a beautiful mansion. she entered and, finidng the palatial home full of Persian carpets and ornate paintings and gold trimmings, she felt her heart break for the second time.

esmirada was greeted by a man who told her, "I am the brother of Pedro. I am sorry if you have made this long journey in search of welath. My brother was a foolish man and you have abviously been led astray. he did not own this opulent home - I do. He was a poor man, he had no money. he sold what little possessions he had many years ago and all he had to show for it were the contents of this box."

And he showed her to a tall cardboard box sitting in a corner of the room gathering dust. "But he said in his letter that he was a man of greath wealth." esmirada whispered to no one in particular.

she opened the box and found a note inside. it read:
"To my dear Esmirada.To experience true love - whether it's long lasting or just for a fleeting moment - is to find eternal wealth."
And it was signed :
"From the world's richest man.

The note had was attached to a sculpted olive tree that had once belonged to a Spanish man who had sold off all his worldly possesions to buy it more than 40 years before.

The Ultimate Sacrifice Jun 6, '05 3:06 AM

2006-07-12T11:44:00.000+08:00

Linda literally gave herself away. Linda was an outstanding teacher who felt that if she had the time, she would like to create great art and poetry. when she was 28, however, she began to get severe headaches. her doctors discovered that she had an enormous brain tumour. they told her that her chances of surviving an operation were about 2 percent. therefore, rather than operate immediately, they chose to wait for six months.

she knew she had great artistry in her. so druing those six months she wrote and drew feverishly. all of her poetry, except one piece, was published in magazines. all of her art, except one piece, was shown and sold at some of the leading galleries.

at the end of six months, she had the operation. the night before the operation she decided to literally give herself away. in case of her death, she wrote a "will" in which she donated all of her body parts to those who needed them more than she would.

unfortunately, linda's operation was fatal. subsequently, her eyes went to an eye bank and from there went to a recipient. a young man, age 28, went from darkness to sight. that young man was so profoundly grateful that he wrote to the eye bank thanking them for existing. furthermore he said he wanted to thank the parents of the donor. they must indeed be magnificent folks to have a child who would give aways her eyes. he was given the name of the family and decided to see them. he arrived unannounced and rang the doorbell. after hearing his introduction, linda's mum reached out and embraced him. she said' young man, if you've got nowhere to go, my husband and I would love for u to spend your weekend with us".

he stayed, and as he was looking around linda's room, he saw that she's read plato. he'd read plato in Braille. she's read Hegel. he'd read Hegel in Braille.

the next morning Linda's mum was looking at him and said, 'you know, i'm sure i've seen you somewhere before, but i don't know where'. all of a sudden she remembered. she ran upstairs and pulled out the last picture linda had ever drawn. it was portrait of her ideal man.

the picture was virtually identical to this young man who had received linda's eyes. then her mum read the last poem linda had written on her deathbed. it read

Two hearts passing in the night
falling in love
never able to gain each other's sight.

Bliss.... Mar 22, '05 5:28 AM

2006-07-12T11:42:00.000+08:00

Tuesday morning twilight. 1 person. 1 glass. Half a bottle of beautiful red wine. Aahhh Life is Beautiful.....*hiccup*

Leaving on Virgin Blue..... Mar 2, '05 4:18 AM

2006-07-12T11:37:00.000+08:00

A new chapter is now beginning in my life. Soon has left for sydney and he'll be there till the end of the year. I'll only see him once more in april for graduation and then i won't be seeing him anymore unless he goes back to malaysia at the end of the year. I'm beginning to feel like I'm embracing a whole new experience. Ever since our college years we've been inseperable. though it might have only been 5 years, I feel like I've known him all my life. The quality of time we spent together can never be compared to anything. it has reached to the point where he's like my own blood...my twin. He's the only one whom i can turn to when anything happens. the only who truly understands how i feel and what i'm thinking. he's my shoulder to cry on, my pillow when i sleep at night, my heart, my soul.........my life support. we've been living for nearly 2 years together and we've never been apart for so long. he's become a part of my life, someone i can't live without. I feel like I'm standing all alone.....in the middle of a place full of people walking about but i don't know which way to go. I feel lost. Its like I've lost my sight. Soon I will be back in Malaysia, without him for the first time, having to adapt to the new changes all over again. Though Malaysia is my home, and though it might have only been 2 years, I've already given my self to Australia.... to their lifestyle, to their culture and to their rituals. I came to this strange place with Soon beside me....the both of us....embracing this new world. but now...he's gone to start a new life of his own...and i know i should to....without him. and I wish him the best in everything.... may he find happiness and i truly love him with all my heart.

how do we say 'no'? Feb 20, '05 10:09 AM

2006-07-12T11:33:00.000+08:00

today, as i was in the shower i got to thinking.....after 22 years of living in a world where its only normal to being selfish and unaffected by emotional responsibilities, i still can't say 'no'. not that i can't say it literally...but i just can't say it to a favor. no matter how reluctant i am or how absurd the favor might be...i still can't say it! i'd always say yes...and then blame myself for being so weak and not being able to stand up! everytime i said 'no' i'd feel so guilty and then imagine how i'd feel if i were to ask someone a favor and they rejected me. not that i'm not willing to help...but sometimes these favors are ridiculous! and i know they ask me because they know i can't say 'no'! but then i thought again....not only can i not say 'no' to favors...i can't say 'no' to anything! its like i'm born a 'yes' person. 'gigi, can u do this for me, can u do that for me, can u carry this for me, can u hold that for me, can u drive me here, can u drive me there, can u get me this, can u get me that, can u blah blah blah and everything and anything would be a yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!' i can't live through myself for saying no!! but then again, come to think of it...i'm sure there'll be times when i need help...and i'll know for sure its their turn to not able to say 'no'!!

I did a mean thing today.... Jan 21, '05 11:22 PM

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Today, I did a very mean thing....It wasn't exactly mean because I have my rights but I just wasn't used to doing it. Just two hours back I went to dominos to get some pizzas. when i got home and opened the box i was very dissappointed because it was so empty. Mind u, I ordered the new chicken alfredo and there are $2 surcharges for it because there were supposed to have more ingredients and the chickens were big pieces of chicken. But what i had was just a few pieces of chicken, some very small pieces of capsicum and some tiny mushroom. there weren't even much cheese on it! When i took a piece and bite on it, it felt like i was eating a flat piece of bread! So, I took the pizza, drove back up to dominos and told them to replace it. this is the conversation

me: Hi, i'm sorry but i'm not very satisfied with the pizza. its so empty. when i ate it, it felt like i ate nothing. when i ordered it the last time there were more chicken and more stuffs on it. this is....its not a pizza...

1st domino guy: oh is it? ermm...wait i'll just check with my colleague(he took the pizza show it to his colleague, spoke for a few minutes and then another girl came back with my pizza)

2nd domino girl: excuse me, erm...the pizza is not empty.

me (half raising my voice): huh? Look....there aren't many chicken on it, there weren't much stuffs on it. i can practically count the capsicum and the chicken. when i ordered it the last time it has more stuffs on it! I'm not satisfied with it!(domino girl still wouldn't nudge. and just looked at me)

me: And the box said if i wasn't satisfied i can replace it! (at this point i felt like slapping her because she was gaving me 'attitude')

2nd domino girl: yeah right ok....i'll replace it for you.(and just walked away)Aarrghhh of all the nerves! So I just left and waited in the car. 15 minutes later 1st domino guy came out with my pizza and apologized. The result? Look at the pic...

Be my friend....and I will be yours..... Jan 18, '05 10:22 PM

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Sometimes I think to myself if true friends are really that hard to find? What happens when u honestly and sincerely be-friend someone but they do not want your friendship? Sometimes i think it was me, who brought it all upon myself. What is the point of being nice and truthful to someone when they are not truthful to u? why do people wear masks everyday and embrace it like it is their true self? But i guess the world isn't a fair plase is it? Being nice to others does not neccesarily mean they have to be nice to you. But as long as I have done my part...I am proud of myself......

What do u do?? Jan 15, '05 6:22 AM

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What do u do, when u try to reach out to someone, and they block u away? What do u do, when u try all u can to understand them, and they just avoid u? what do u do, when u sincerely care for someone, and they just reject u? what do u do, when u take ur heart out and they just push it aside? what do u do, when u love someone with all u have, in the name of friendship, and they just ignore u? what can u do, but to wait, and let them know, u'll always be there, by their side, to care, support and encourage them in whatever they do, and will never give up hope on them. only hoping that they will realize, appreciate and open themselves up again to u....

The heartache, The heartbreak.... Jan 4, '05 10:37 PM

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Sometimes I wonder, if love really is such a big problem in one's life? Why do we always get affected with love problems or relationship problems like its the end of the world? There are worse things in life and yet it still does not hurt us as much as love does. wht is this thing here that plays such great importance in one's life?

I've just witnessed one of the funniest 'love story' and I find it absurd that anyone involved in it should feel any sadness or be so affected by it that they are ignoring other important stuffs in their life. Its like one of those teenage love stories we watch on movie and I'm not saying that young kids can't understand love but do they actually know how to handle it? Do they expect to be together forever with the love that they've found? Do teenagers actually understand what love is? What is their definition of love? do their love involve just seeing each other, being together and the feeling of 'cant-live-without-u'?

I have noticed heaps of kids reckon they are in love when they assume they can't live without one another. and then they torture themselves with drinking and smoking once they are faced with a tiny problem. it is true that love is one important part of one's life, it is only a part. one small important part amongst other things. its not the end of the world even if we've lost it....when that piece of puzzle is missing something else will replace it. even if we do think its the end of the world, never fear, give it some time and I believe it will eventually come back whole new!

Its NudEEEEEeeeeeeeeeee Time!!!!! Dec 26, '04 11:52 PM

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Imagine yourself at a beautiful beach....with white sands and clear blue sea......and you're surrounded by different kinds of penises. Hahahaah what a way to start a day! Went to Maslin Beach yesterday and half of the beach is a nude beach and the other half is not. So, we decided we're gonna be hanging at the nude half! Hahahah there were heaps of penises and very little breasts. I wouldn't mind them if they were not old and ugly! hahahaha there are some which are wrinkly, some too dark, some too short, some extremely long, some like nothing and some with too long a forsekin!! hahahahahaha it was hillarious! the most ridiculous thing is there was this guy sitting 6 feet away from us and he was having a hard on!! and he was touching it! hahahaahaha he was really fair and he had a pink penis. it was so funny!! I went sun tanning and instead of having a lovely bronze I'm now an ugly black! So much for sun

I Am Sad....... Nov 12, '04 11:45 AM

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all of a sudden i feel a longing for him..... all this while i've been going fine, going strong and suddenly it just hit me. seems like i've been lying to myself all this while....hiding away....not daring to confront my own feelings. i just feel like i need to cry....cry my heart out.....its been a long time since i really cried. i wish i knew what was going on in his mind. i wish i knew what he was doing. the yearn for him is so strong it aches just to even think of him. there are so many questions that i have no answers to. all the time, i kept pushing all my thoughts and feelings away.....covering myself up.....trying to shift my mind to other things. people keep telling me im not made of steel..... that i should accept the fact that i am very much affected by it. that i am SAD. yes...that word. SAD. I am so sad. So Very Sad. Now I can truly understand why people keep saying that my smile and my laughter is not sincere. That its a hard laugh and a stiff smile. I should learn to accept it.....this sadness.....this sadness which is torturing me....which is making my heart sour.....I Am So Sad.

How could the one I gave my heart to
Break my heart so bad
How could the one who made me happy
Make me feel so sad
Won't somebody tell me
So I can understand
If you love me
How could you hurt me like that

How could the one I gave my world to
Throw my world away
How could the one who said "I love you"Say the things you say
How could the one I was so true to
Just tell me lies
How could the one I gave my heart to
Break this heart of mine
Tell me...

How could you be so cold to me
When I gave you everything
All my love
All I had inside

How could you just walk out the door
How could you not love me anymore
I thought we had foreverI can't understand

How could the one I shared my dreams with
Take my dreams from me
How could the love that brought such pleasure
Bring such misery
Won't somebody tell me
Somebody tell me please
If you love me
How could you do that to me
Tell me...

Donation Time.......... Nov 1, '04 12:03 PM

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I had the most embarassing moment in my life today when i was doing some blood donation. It all started when I've finally decided I was gonna donate my blood today because I've got the car for the week (Ying's car cause they've gone back to Malaysia to attend a wedding).

I've been putting off donating blood because I kept having to wait till Ying's free to take me to the centre and then have to make sure I'm not doing anything and she's not doing anything as well and so yeah...I've finally managed to get it done today!

Eversince I donated a couple of times in Malaysia I've begun to feel addicted to donating blood. It gives me the hype....hahah I'm weird.

So Anyway, I went to the red cross centre, filled up the forms, and then there's this guy there who'll make sure u drink heaps of water or juice (they've got a juice machine there where u can drink for free....apple or orange....your choice.....cool eh?), and then he'll have to interview the donors before they can actually donate.

So, he took me to a room did some blood test and found out my haemoglobin is on the minimum scale....which means I need more iron on my blood, then asked a couple more questions and at the same time forcing me to drink more water and then after that took me to the donation room. It's a fairly huge room with a lot chairs for donors to sit while their blood are slowly being sucked out. Hahaha I'm such a drama queen.

As I was saying, alot of the donors are middle aged women and men and me and Ricky were the only young ones there and right after the blood bag is filled up, that's when it all begans. I was sitting on a reclining chair during the donation and when I was done the nurse put the chair back to its upright position and immediately I began to feel dizzy and hot. The nurse was asking if i felt dizzy and I said yes and then she quickly put the chair back down asking me to lie down and then!!!!!! she took 5 pieces of really cold cloth...put one on my forehead, put two on each of my hands and then used a really big Chinese traditional fan where we used to hang on the walls for decoration and started fanning me.

It was so embarassing because all these middle aged people around me were like getting up and going straight after they've finished and they were looking at me with the look that says "Look at how weak this young lady is". And with all the cloths around me I look like a mummy! And then I had to go use the toilet because I had so much water and the nurse was holding me and slowly taking me to the toilet and was waiting for me outside the toilet!

when I came out all the people were looking at me like I'm some kind of useless person. the nurse was really great, treating me like i'm a queen or something, making sure I've rest enough before letting me go, making sure I eat something there before I leave.....sigh...... it proves how weak I've become every since coming to Aus..... and you'd think I should be even stronger with all the good food, wine and the size I've grown into......I've never had this prob when I donated blood in Malaysia. But anyhow, I'm still gonna do it again 3 months later.....but this time I'll make sure I eat heaps of healthy food, eat heaps of iron and drink heaps of water! There u have it!

Just like any other day....... Oct 7, '04 11:56 PM

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Today is a boring day. Got up at 10.45 when Ying called and said she's just right outside my house. Hahaha we had a tutorial at 11 and that leaves me with 15 minutes to get ready and be there.

When I got out of my room to check if Soon is awake (we have all the same classes), I saw that he's actually doing a 'big business' in the toilet. So told him to hurry up cause Ying is outside and blah blah blah. Went to class and after class went and collect my Psych Report on Porcellio Scabers. I actually got a Credit!!! I couldn't believe it because I didn't really put much effort on it and I thought I was only gonna get a Pass. So well then that's one good piece of news for the day.

Then went to see Lyn my course coordinator for Social Psych cause I needed an extension for the assignment I'm working on at the moment. It is so tough!! I don't usually take extensions and this is actually the first time I'm getting one because I know I won't be able to finish it by today. So I've got extension till Monday.

Not feeling too good at the moment because its the time of the month. Pretty hungry but I've got no appetite and I'm too lazy to cook. I reckon I'm just gonna go into the kitchen and see what I have in the cupboard.

Oh and one more thing. The day I came back from Sydney, Soon wanted to wash all our dirty clothes. When he went into the laundry room he saw that our laundry detergeant has finished!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The BLOODY PIG used up all our laundry detergeant and he didn't even bother getting a new one!!!! What an Idiot!! I've never met anyone as terrible as him. No wonder he doesn't have a girlfriend and no friends!!! I know I'm mean by saying this but I really can't stand him anymore!!!!!!HOW STUPID!!

Home Terrible Home~! Oct 6, '04 3:13 AM

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WoOoHoOo~! Back finally from Sydney! I'm now so exhausted I just wanna lie down and do nothing at all. All of us were supposed to get up at 4.30am because our flight was at 6.55am but everyone was soooooooooo tired we overslept and got up only at 5.45!!! It was so funny because everyone was running around like mad panicking and I still can't believe the four of us managed to get ready by 6.00!!!! Only took us 15 minutes!!!! Hahahah! Had a fantastic time in Sydney but I still prefer Adelaide. The people over in Sydney are so rude!!! They do not smile, they do not greet, and they have no basic manners!!! Especially the Asians there!! They act like uncivilized and uneducated people! Compared to Adeliade, the people here are heapsssssssss good! Everyone's friendly to everyone! They smile, they greet and everyone are like friends to everyone. Lingy was saying the more she travelled around Oz the more she loves Adelaide. It was one of the nicest places in whole of Oz.

So, now I'm gonna go back to The Pig! As soon as I got down from the cab and stepped into the house, I already feel like I wanna kill him!!! Before I left for Sydney I've cleared the rubbish, wash all the dishes and cleaned up everything in the house. When I got back and went into the kitchen I feel like I just wanna move out from the house on the spot! Plates were all over the sink, there are stains of condensed milk and coffee in the sink and it has already dried up!! And the rubbish!! Oh my god! I've been gone for six days and the rubbish bin is now full and he still didn't clear it off!!! Imagine the stench!!! 6 days!!! Imagine all the food he has dumped inside and has now rot! I'm not going to clear it off for him. I'm just gonna wait till he cleared it off. 1 week or 2 weeks I DON'T CARE!! AARRGHHHH~!!!!!

My brains are not functioning well yet actually because of the hang over. Had so much alchohol last night I still had the smell on me when I went on the plane. Me and Soon spent more than $100 on alchohol and that is alotttttt considering the alchohol are so damn cheap here. Soon was saying people like us are labeled as 'Expensive Drunk' because we had so much and we still weren't drunk! We started drinking from 5.30pm all the way through till 2 in the morning and we were still walking straight! But it was dreadful on the plane because of the alchohol and my bones were aching like shit.

I've still got my assignment to finish up because I didn't manage to finish it before I left for Sydney. I'll probably try to finish it tonight but I doubt I'll be able to. I'm gonna sign off now and try to work on it. Cheerios~!

Wishes Do Not Come Easily....... Sep 26, '04 1:51 PM

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Sometimes I wish, I could be just like those simple little girls, whose dream is to have a simple job, marry a simple man, and lead a simple life.
Sometimes I wish, I could be those silly little girls, who would give up everything for Love. Sometimes I wish, I would not have such big ambitions, not such complicated thinking, not such great expectations, not such high requirements.
I wish I would not be so strong. I wish I would not be so tough. I wish i could show my emotions as easy as any other girls could.
I wish my tears could fall as easy the rain.
I wish we didn't have waited. I wish we could have been cruel to be kind. I wish i didn't have sacrificed so much. I wish I wouldn't have cared so much.
I wish you would have stood up for yourself.
I wish you could have decided your own destiny. I wish you would have thought for yourself. I wish you would be a man for once.
I wish I could think with my heart and not my head. I wish you would not make me choose. I wish I could have chosen you. I wish my career would not have come first.
I wish things would not turn this way........I wish my wishes would come trues......but wishes.....they do not come easily....

The Pig Continues...... Sep 23, '04 12:34 PM

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So ok.... Was talking to Guava this afternoon and she was asking me to write more stuffs on The Pig. The thing is, nothing much happened and there's nothing interesting to write about. Well actually there is...but its nothing big really. But anyhow, I'll just write it down.

So the first thing.... we were supposed to pay our rent on Tuesday but he said he hasn't got the cash yet and he'd get it from the ATM that night. So I said alright because our landlord wasn't free anyway to collect the rent on Tuesday. So then the next day, because I was going out I reckon I'd just bring the rent over to her instead of her coming over.

Then I asked him for the money and he actually had the nerve to tell me he doesn't have it. I mean, Hello!! I've already asked it from him on Tuesday night and he promise he'd get it and now he's telling me he doesn't have it! So I just said I'd pay it for him first because I had the cash at the moment and again he said he'd get the money for me that night. And guess what??!?! He came home that night and pretended like nothing happened and totally forgot about the rent!!

What pisses me off is not the money. Its actually his attitude!! He is so damn irresponsible!! He always have to borrow money from us to pay the rent because he used up all his money on horse racing. He gambles so much he even had no money to eat!!! And he actually gets paid at least $700 a week from his work!! Imagine how much he spent on gambling!

So the second thing. I woke up this afternoon and was planning to make some lunch. So when I went into the kitchen I saw something that made me so annoyed!! A dirty plate was in the sink and it was him who had used it!! And then!!!!! I saw MY POT on the sink as well like as if it had been washed!!! He made those dry instant noodles and he thought because there was no oil on the pot he did not need to wash the pot. He just threw those water from the noodles away and just rinse it with water! When I lifted the pot up, I actually found traces of the noodles on the Pot!!!! AAARRGHHHHH!!! I'm going to go crazy soon!!! And why can't he just bloody use his own pot~!!!!! Why does he have to use MY Fucking Pot!?!?!? Is it because my pot smells better??? I was so disgusted I had to scrub and scrub and scrub the Pot and wash it with Extremely Hot water. I'm not obssesed with cleanliness but everytime he touches my stuffs I'd feel so disgusted and I'd wash it under Hot water to kill off his germs. Hahahaha.

So back to the plate, its still in the sink. He still hasn't wash it yet and I don't reckon he even remembers his plate there. So I know its gonna stay there for another couple of weeks. He was actually in the kitchen earlier making coffee and I just don't get why he can't wash it!! Also when he finished his noodles and put the plate in the sink, why can't he just wash it there and then? Why does he have to leave it there??? iiissshhh~~!!!!!

Guava was also telling me some stories about housemates from hell. Her friend Jase was telling her about his roommate who shoots everywhere but the toilet. So I was asking her what he meant by 'shoot' and she said he meant pee dan lain-lain. Hahahaha I will not explain what 'dan lain-lain' represents. Everyone can just let their imaginations run wild. So then she said there was this one time when Jase went home, he found his room's door locked and then he could smell something fishy!! Ahahah and I was actually imagining the house full of yellow stains on the walls and ceiling. How psycho can these people get? Imagine them going around the house and marking their territories like dogs, only difference is that dogs uses wee and they use their........So after the conversation I actually thanked God that The Pig doesn't do that. Ehehehe.....Ok, so thats the end of the stories. I'm gonna go work on my assgnmt. THE END.

AAaarrGghhh!!!!!! Sep 21, '04 1:21 PM

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Right after writing about The Pig last night, my whole comp crashed!! Soon was saying that I'm getting my Karma for writing bad stuffs about people and posting it on the net. I can't help it!!! I just can't stand it anymore!!

Anyway back to my comp....it seems like I've got this Spyware or something infecting my comp and it was being hacked. I reckon that was what caused the virus and it murdered my beautiful lovely comp. So I'm actually writing this journal using Ken's comp. This is not the first time and I don't reckon its gonna be the last. It always happen to my comp!! I hate it! I have to bloody reformat the whole thing and all my musics, pictures and assignments are all gone! I HATE IT, HATE IT HATE IT!!!

So well since I've already gotten my karma I might as well continue a little about The Pig. Earlier today I was trying to get something which was in his room. His door was closed and he was inside doing something. So I knocked on the door and when he opened the door, I nearly fainted right on the spot!!! The smell that came out from his room was worse than ever!! It was so overwhelming you could actually smelled it 50 miles away! I am not exaggerating!!!! I nearly died! I had to hold my breath all the way while I was talking to him!Words cannot describe what it smelled like. It was the smell of his cigarratte smoke + the smell of his body + the smell of dirty bed sheets and clothes + the smell of a room which doesn't have clean air + all sorts of other things.

Nobody in this world can imagine a smell like that until they smell it themselves. I believe no one can even produce such a fragrantly challenged odour other than him!! I can't believe his dirtiness has reached into that level!! Soon was saying he has now mastered the power of internal strength. Hahahah he is now able to stop his breathing for a long time whenever he is within 200m of The Pig's vicinity. Hahahah He's Da Man!! So I'm going to go practice my power. I'm living in a house where the air is poluted and I do not wish to die young. Signing off now....Cheerios~!

LiFe Is LiKe A BotTle oF Soy ChoCoLate.......... Sep 20, '04 12:23 PM

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Well contrary to what i said on saturday night I was not bored!! Although it wasn't some extraordinarily exciting day on Sunday at least I was kept occupied.... I did go swimming but only for an hour because I had to rush back to watch Australian Idol....hahah can't miss even an episode of that! I'm hooked to that show...those contestants are really good!!

Got a message from JN telling me bout her dilemmas with Horse. Seems like he's been lying about being single and etc etc....well at least she realised it now than never.....

Finally my home looks cleaner and smells better!! Not to mention its tidier and neater! The Pig finally decided to move his computer and all his belongings into his own room. Right after moving everything, the whole house looked so much better!! Me and Soon really regretted renting out a room to him.... not that we don't get along or anything like that but he is so damn fucking dirty!!!

I seriously do not understand how a normal person can actually sleep in a room full of plates and bowls that has moulds on it! just right next to the bed!

Ok, let me start with his bad habits and his dirtiness......first, his coffe cup... he has his own white coffee cup in which to drink coffee (duH!), on the first day after drinking the coffee he left it on the table, on the second say he took the same cup and made some coffee in it....bear in mind he did not wash it!. on the third day, he did not wash the cup as well and just used it straight....and so it goes on for maybe 2 weeks.... imagining drinking from the same cup for 2 weeks straight without washing it!! I mean, if its just water it is still acceptable but coffee?!?!!? and his cup was no longer white!! it was brown with all the stains stuck to it not matter how hard u try washing it off!!

Next, the utensils. we share everything in the house including pots and pans and spoons etc etc. one day, he used one of the pots to make instant noodles. after cooking it, he just left it on the sink. after a few days it was still in the sink. I couldn't stand looking at that bloody thing in the sink so I reckon I'd just wash it off for him. After a few more times I just got sick of cleaning up after him so i just left the pot there. And Then!!! I cannot believe he actually used the same pot which was dirty, which hasn't been washed for a few days, to cook instant noodles again!!! Oh My god!!! Can u believe that??!?! and after cooking it, he left it there again!!! So, I decided I'll never touch that pot ever again! The pot has since been used a couple more times by him....also without washing off the previous stains. It has now belong to him.

Then, the plates and bowls. I actually did not know that he was thaaattttttttt bad until i walked past his room and smelled what seem like a freaking dead body that has been decomposed for a few months! and when i looked inside his room guess what i found?? My Plate!!! My Own fucking plate in his room filled with some black chicken bones or something...imagine chicken bones which has turned black!! Then some moulds growing on it and some other smelly disgusting looking thing (god knows how long my dear plate has been in that room). Mind you I haven't been eating at home so i didn't even notice that my plate was missing. and he was just sleeping next to it!!! so, the plate has also now belong to him.....

Next is his toilet habits. He share the toilet with Soon and he never buys the toilet rolls!! Soon has to buy it all the time and he would never chip in. all he does is just use it. Not only that , everytime he shits he leaves all his business behind all over the toilet bowl!! and he never wipes it off!! imagine going to a toilet full of shit!! and its your own home!! he hardly ever showers and I reckon he doesn't even brush his teeth!!

I've seriously never seen or heard him brush his teeth before. Just by talking about his dirtiness is enough to give me the creeps so I'm just gonna stop here. there so many more of his other habits that I can't finish talking about it even if given 10 years!It's been a long day today and I'm getting pretty tired so I'm just gonna end with my story here. We'll continue probably tomorrow....Cheerios~!

Boredom..... Sep 18, '04 2:33 AM

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Having a really bad sore throat at the moment after working on the Parcellio Scabers report on thursday night. Went to bed only at 7.30 am and had to get up at 10 for a tutorial class!! Dying so much for a cigg but can't smoke because of the sore throat. Was talking to M.Cheng last night on Msn...and i meant talk as in talk because i ws using the audio and she didn't have a mic so she had to type. hahahah it was really funny because it sounded like i was talking to myself and no one was replying me. Also spoke to Yung whom I've not spoken to ever since i left high school! it felt funny talking to him again and those high school memories kept coming back to me. it seems like everyone's changed so much ever since they left school and everyone's an adult now. no more of those heart wrenching teases, backstabbing conversations, rumour spreading poiltics, boy-girl, girl-boy relationship. it felt good!! come to think of it, we were all so young and childish back then!

i was so bored last night because i've been really busy with assgnmts and stuffs for the past couple of weeks and after handing it up, i had nothing more to work on and it was torture!! i know i might sound pretentious but its true!!! it feels really different having been kept occupied for a few weeks! i'm actually looking forward to going to Sydney again on the 30th, all my friends are there already enjoying their holidays. Me and Soon are the only ones left behind because we had another assignment due on the 30th! Sigh....Damn those assignments! These Psych subjects are killing me...We had to write a few thousand words on Social Psych and I have no idea what i'm going to write on! Term break has already started and I can't even enjoy it because of all those assignments....Oh well I'd still have to do it whether I like it or not.Its been a cold Spring.... FLowers are not out yet....Feel like I miss Malaysia....Wanna go back and meet up with my friends....wanna go to the mamak...wanna indulge myself with food.....wanna do so many things....hopefully I'd be able to go back for hols end of this year....Nothing more to write....Looked long enough...Till then~~I'm gonna go do the dishes now......

Start Off

2006-07-12T10:02:00.000+08:00

To start off this blog I'm gonna randomly post up old blogs from my previous site. Just to give anyone who's reading an appetizer of me