The List

Another 10 days and my birth cycle is gonna make it's 26th turn.

Gee .. I really don't know what I want this year. Seem to have everything, not necessarily be the best of everything, but as far as clothes, shoes, etc etc wise, yea, I think I have quite a fair bit. I haven't given most of the fabrics in the wardrobe a chance to show-off their best yet and am already wanting new ones. For now, SisEsh and I have made a pact .. no more clothes ... for now. Have put together a couple of items for the so-called Impossible Wish List ..so far, these are what I can think of :

Item 1 : A brand new car.

As much as I love my petite lil'car, but it's really underpowered and the accelleration does not compliment my patience at all. Neither do I need some F1 powered car, coz I believe the MightyOne above has a beautiful plan for the next 60 years for me. There's a couple that I love .. but quite .. very .. quite .. very .. out of my range for now.

MiniCooperS

Audi Q7 It would be a dream for most women to wake up on their birthday morning to find a brand new baby with a big red bow parked right in front of the porch. That's like if one were to be married to some tycoon who have too much money to even know what it's worth.

I'm no car-person so I know sh!t about them .. whether it's a worth purchase, power, fuel consumption, yadda yadda yadda, just gimme the god damn keys! Haha~ Why do they have to cost so much here .. sigh .. and to even think that I could be driving one of these babies in other countries for the money I have put into my lil'one. Geram..... That's why I've always concluded that we Malaysians are actually bloody rich. Can afford to drive cars that people can barely afford overseas!

Item No. 2 : Chanel Bag
No women can have enough clothes, shoes, and BAGs. I have made my statement to not purchase anymore bags .. for now .. and to save all that for a good investment. Just like LV where it is a must-have for all women, the Chanel bag. I have zilch knowledge on them since they are way out of my budget and I never took a chance to walk in the stores to check em out, coz I know I'll only get my heart broken and get some nauseous fainty feeling when I check out their price tags. But it's sooo pweety! Not acting atas or tai-tai wannabe .. but I guess it's the elegance it has in its simplicity. Not forgetting my signs of aging, hence the auntie-preferences.

Classic 2.55 in beige. Or is it off-white?? Sorry for ripping the pic off ur page babe.

Geline's statement of the year .. "Live is short. Just BUY what we want to BUY. =.=! Yerp, also going gaga for the bigC, I bet she's gonna have one in no time.

Item No. 3 : Diamonds.

Diamonds are girl's best friends. Just like clothes, bags, shoes, make-up, lingerie, sweet smelling scents, etc etc etc. Women just love everything. The bling is of course a MUST. Just bling it to me baby !

The ultimate accessory. The big solitaire diamond ring. One can do without the necklace, the earrings, etc. The big ring just on the dainty hands screams statement. It shows the obvious .. and also the accomplishment of a woman. Like a graduation scroll. You know what I mean. But it's all awe about.

Item No. 4 : My very own gourmet cafe.

This sad city is really lacking a nice place to chill with really good wholesome food, pastries, gourmet sandwiches/burgers, healthy fruity-mix drinks, etc. and to have a nice brunch or afternoon tea. But then again, am now only an experimental-chef relying on published recipes, who can barely afford a Mini.

Item No. 5 : A miracle.

A saviour to cure the intollerable mother of all frustrations in this IT age - something or someone please save us from the screwed up internet connection. Seriously. It's mid-2008 and our broadband is super duper gazuper terrible lor. You have no idea what it's like when your work solely depends on it.

A hope that mother earth will stop it's emotional state. Oh yea, when she gets emotional, people die. Not 1 or 2 .. but thousands! Macam tsunami a couple of years isn't enough, some cyclone have to come, and double whammy earthquake strikes. Unless the fellow eartlings learn to grow up and stop fighting with each other like kids, mother earth won't be driven up the wall with all their whining and screaming. Oh yea, the same goes to those einsteins. Mama's mad .. very very mad.

That concludes the Impossible list .. for now.

P/S# I welcome all sorts of gift in various shapes and sizes which are not in the Impossible List. Sincerity counts. And may you all be happy.

Victories

All the more to celebrate about ...

Man U won the Champions League against Chelsea this morning.

Although I am no longer an avid fan of the team since prolly a decade ago, I still support the team. I still think Christiano Ronaldo is good looking despite having one of the most lan-si faces around. I didn't catch the game .. let alone know that the game was on until I was awoken with shock at 5.30am by screams from the living room as if someone was possessed and going through exorcism. It was my brother raving mad with happiness as though he was in the crowd. And yes .. he is one HUGE fan. He worships the Devil. Particularly in Red.

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David Cook won American Idol.

Finally I am satisfied with the results of the American Idol. It's supposed to create Idols .. successful music artists, etc etc. Over the American Idol seasons, the winners just somehow vanish after winning it. Only a handful made it successfully to the music industry and proven to have real star quality - Kelly Clarkson, Carrie Underwood (seems unfamous here coz we just don't rave about country music .. but she is big in that genre), Chris Daughtry (though not a winner .. but he rocks laa somehow). The others can't make it laa .. it's as though this singing competition is somewhat a pageant. Crown the winner, and that's it. They're still so-called famous coz they are the winner, don't really appear anywhere except 'special appearances' singing 1-2 songs as 'The winner of A.I. season xxx'.

Both Davids are good I must admit. But Big Dav here has more star quality material. Small Dav I feel will somehow end up like that 'guy that was supposed to win over Ruben Studdard' (i seriously forgot his name) .. forgotten and M.I.A. Looking forward to DavCook's success in becoming a real mega-star.

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The birthday is coming in exactly 15 days. I am yet to come up with my prezzie list ! Everything I want now seems rather out of hand .. doesn't really justify the cost of having it. The 'Impossible List' will be up soon .. really .. it's ridiculous. I don't call it the Impossible List for nothing. *wink*

The Bigger Picture

Someone wrote this meaningful entry which I would like to share with everyone. Just gotta have faith, keep the faith, and never stop believing.

Everything happens for a reason, what’s supposed to happen will happen… if things don’t go your way, it can be stressful, painful, and hard, but you don’t always have to be in control. It’s all just a part of the grand scheme of things. Don’t let your emotions cloud your vision. Don’t ever fail to see the bigger picture. You may not understand why things are happening the way they are, but soon enough you’ll know.

No matter what your problem is, big or small, it usually entails a portion of your heart getting broken. Sometimes, it’s only a bruise, sometimes it feels like it’s shattered into a million pieces. When dealing with a broken heart, it can be devastating and utterly painful, but sometimes it is just God’s way of calling you back to him, to make you grow as a person, or maybe you have to experience that to pave the way for something much better.

When overcome with hurt and confusion, it’s easy to lose sight of the bigger picture. You tend to focus on the present, and feel the enormity of your problem, you feel like you’ve got the biggest problem in the world, and you feel alone and don’t know what to do. And most often than not, you feel the tendency to take matters into your own hands. You tend to do things and you do everything you can to control the situation. And then when things don’t go according to what you planned, you’ll get frustrated and bitter. You don’t realize, that no matter how you try to control things your way, if it’s not meant to be, it’s not going to happen. If you refuse to accept it and force it, you’re only prolonging the inevitable. You’ll only delay God’s true plan for you… He has a plan for you if only you learn to be open and let go of the things that he wants you to let go of. So, stop manipulating things. A solution that is manipulated will not bring real happiness.

Problems will always be a part of life, and at times when you’re down, when you’re at your lowest point, talk to God. If you ask sincerely, he will enlighten you, clear your confusion, ease your pain, calm your fears, and heal your heart. It’s not going to provide you an instant solution to your problem, but God works in mysterious ways, and as long as you walk with Him, and just trust and believe, the sooner you’ll get to that place where you’ll see everything clearly, and you’ll finally begin to understand. Everything happens for a reason. You may not understand the reason now, but you will when the time is right.

Intolerable

I remembered back when I was going through several interview sessions for my first job (am still in my first job =.=! ) and I would say I did pretty well in fascinating my prospect employer with all the questions he threwed at me. Being witty and all, until he asked me "What are your good and bad points?" Obviously the "Good Points" are always the easy one to answer, if one has a thicker skin, you'll appear to be the employee of choice. I paused for quite some time when it came to the "Bad Point". Not that I think I am flawless, but some bad points are not mean to be said in interviews i.e. 'I am terrible in clocking in to work on time' .. 'I prefer to work at my own pace' .. 'I take a long time to eat and digest my food' .. etc etc .. I was speechless. And came up with 'I don't like to do routine work' .... duhh, who does???

A couple of days ago I stumbled upon this resume which bluntly states the person's Negative points. There he wrote 'Impatient'. I guess that's one of my negative points. Not always. But most of the time. Especially in being efficient. Gawd, you have no idea how that puts me off.

Yesterday was MovieDay and I had booked tickets to catch Iron Man so I do not have to queue which I sooooooo detest. Straight in front I went in the Booking Lane. There in front was this couple hogging the bloody counter for the past 5-10 minutes, deciding if they should make the purchase. Couldn't decide, the fatso (yes, a woman fatso) made calls to her friends who apparently did not pick up, so there they are looking at each other and taking their bloody time to decide. I was already tapping my fingers on the steel steel bar. And the fatso made another call. I switched into my bitchy-mode .. tapping got immensely louder .. so was the tapping of my 3 inch heels feet .. and the 'eh-hemm' came out. They still can buat bodoh. It was obvious to the person beside me in line and the counter boy I was bloody pissed.

Hellooo ... the counter had this huge sign that said BOOKING COLLECTION, well they're too stupid to actually know what the sign meant or the purpose of making a booking.

I know it's mean to insult people of being obese, something unwanted and beyond their control, but since she pushed my tolerance limit to the infuriating-zone .. too bad!

Only applicable to that fatso who was making her ticket purchase at TGV Cinemas at Tebrau City Johor Bahru at 6.15pm, 14-May-08.

Intolerable Item No.2 - Slow mo-fo cabbies / drivers

I have already passed being mad with cabbies who crawl on the road. I understand that you guys have move sufficiently slow enough to be able to spot your customers, or not drive too fast to kill your engines for your cars to last longer, or that the car is already too old to even move fast. I accept. But knowing that you guys are already bloody slow, can you please be more CONSIDERATE and not be of further obstruction to the other people. Grrrrr ~~~~~

Because of you people, I was late for IronMan where I prolly missed the first 5 minutes into the movie.

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Point to ponder ...

BigOne : What would you do if you had the IronMan suit ?

Moi : ........................ Gee, I really don't know. Go to war? I'm not the combat kinda person, so I don't think I'll do that. What would you do ?

BigOne : I also don't know.

Have you ever wondered what do SuperHeroes do for a living? Obviously they don't make a living out of saving people anonymously. Nobody knows 'em , so nobody pays 'em. Who should the cheque be issued in favor to? Superman? Spiderman?

IronMan and BatMan is too rich for these measly payments.

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Something I got from the mail.

It would make Nic soooooooo mad. Intolerable to him.

Coz it's insulting his love for the 5 wonder girls.

Buahahahahaha~~~~ really damn gao funny lor !!!!!

Chidhood Rekindled

Thanks to the wonders of the internet, I was rekindled with my childhood bestie. We were seperated when I had to move down south, leaving behind all that was close to heart. We made sure that we weren't drifted apart by distance through countless pieces of handwritten letters, updating each other on the latest gossips and events in our lives .. boys in particular *teehee*

As we got older, we had more things that diverted our attention to .. the writting stopped, adn we carried on with our individual lives. Nevertheless, we still never forgot each other deep down in our hearts, and longed so much to be able to see each other again. Thanks to Nic's neverending efforts, we all found each other again. Thanks to Friendster and Facebook too.

I managed to meet these long lost faces some 1-2 years ago .. even Nikki who MIA'ed for the longest time ever she became a myth to everyone. All except one ..

... and SookWei still looks the same. We finally met after 16 years!

Camera's wasn't all that rave back then .. and besides, I didn't own one personally .. let alone afford to or was entrusted to one. It would have been great if we had pics when we were all kids back then.

The meet was bloody nerve wrecking. I was waiting for her at the Palais having all the jitters like going on a blind date. I know it's insane to feel like that .. but it really was bloody anxious. And there's so much to talk about and to catch up on that we don't even know where to start. Amazingly we picked up from where we last stopped. No warm up-small talk. Straight to details.

The world is damn small that this super lucky woman is going to get married to a good friend of BigOne end of this year. We can now do girl dates when the boys do their stuff. As beautiful as she is .. SookWei's so mesmerizing .. really. You just wanna be her. I can't wait for her wedding .. am sure it's gonna be the wedding of the year. I hope Nic could join us on SookWei's hen's night. Bring your arse down here boy! For a change, you come down south! :D

Make-up check. Yes I am that vain. Who isn't ?!

Amazing view of the Marina Habour from our room. Pretty!
Last stop .. Butter.

I checked out the place that BigOne has been patronizing in SookWei's facebook to see how cool this place was.

Reminder: Do not patronize on Saturday nights. Friday will be good.

Reason: Gawd we both felt like desperate craddle snatchers out on a hunt on Saturday night!

Some glasses Bottega and we couldn't care less anymore.

Babe .. we should plan a trip together to KL to see Nic. He will be so delighted it's not funny.

On the other hand ... I went through major tongue lashing coz I had to forgo ...

Somehow there are people around me that grew out of it. Signs of aging???

How can one "grow out" on Tiesto???????

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Limited pics coz most of it are in SookWei's camera. BigOne's busy getting drunk at his friend's wedding so to explain his absence. Pity though coz he looked really dashing that night. *wink*

A big shoutout to all the mothers in the world ..

Happy Mother's Day.

You have no idea how annoying my mother can get sometimes. Annoying as in that irritating-annoying-pesky child that's running around ruining your nice afternoon tea.

I always wonder if life is like a bell-shaped curve.

Starts of with a baby .. rises to the peak .. then falls back down again to being a baby. The amount of nurturing and support you give to an elderly equals the amount given to a child.

Facebook Invades

Messaging at its peak .. feels like I'm working at a call/support centre.

What other things doesn't facebook have? Looks like it's threatening MSN to go sit at the back with the rest of the ex-crew .. ICQ, YM, MIRC .. god knows if they still exist!

Pour On Me

Day 3 into the week. Gets worse each day. When will it end.

Due to my short term memory loss, I had to go through the hassle to get my ATM card replaced. I still cannot get over the fact that I actually forgot the combination of numbers which I have been using for the last 8 years. Impossible? Believe it.

I made my way to the dodgy area where I used to work 3 years ago and have never since been back after SisGis left. Already very intimidated by the amount of foreign workers habouring the machines as if there was some kind of riot going on, the bank wasn't open till like another 15 minutes. And I always thought banks were the early birds. Seems like a suitable place for me to work .. start late, end early. *big grin* And my luck started rolling downhill ever since. Had to wait for half an hour for my turn when I am only 4 numbers behind. Only to get my application rejected because the lady's damn device couldn't read the chip on my ID. Seriously, if we wanted our country to be high tech with all the super IT and sh!t .. do it well. My ID already looks like some poor quality fake ID that even the glue can't attach or laminate the layers well. And she refused to process my application without presenting my passport to double proof that I'm not a fraudster. Macam she's gonna scan my passport. And she expects me to go fetch. Fetch my arse you bloody cow!

Fine! Already damn du-lan I kena cheated by the the toll free customer service who insisted that I have to head back to the branch I opened my account to get my application processed. Coz the lady said I could do it in any branch =.=! I "fetched" my passport and headed to the branch 5 minutes away from my place. And they didn't even enter my ID into some device to verify that I'm some asylum seeker.

And when I thought it was all over .. I sorta forgotten my new passcode on the way back to the office. Just great. My mind can be so occupied at times, I don't know what's in it sometimes. I always blame it on the accident some 4 years ago which cause me major concussion. That's the only root cause that made sense. I can't blame it on old-age amnesia when I'm only a quarter century old rite.

Damaged caused:
Card replacement fee $12, Carpark fine $30, Taking up 3 hours of my work time which I could be productive for my company $ xxx, Distress $priceless

Better start stocking up on those gingko pills!

FEEL like taking the entire day off to see my stylist. My hair's in a terrible mess which resembles a field of withering grass after the draught. Bad .. bad girl. (Emphasied on the FEEL. Feel like to .. but cannot =.=! My dad doesn't exactly own the company I work in. Anyway, he'll still fry my arse even if he owned it)

Dreamz

What exactly are dreams? Besides that it's some delusional thoughts that screws up our minds when we wake into believing that it might be some deja vu or possibility that such thing might happen. That of course doesn't include dreams of monsters and such.

All these years, I could remember my dreams so vividly that it felt so real .. and sometimes I am even aware that I am dreaming in my dreams. If it was bad .. I would pinch myself in the dream and make myself wake up from it, or hope that I won't wake if it was a good one. To the extent that whenever I see 4 digits in my dreams, I would repeat it on and on and try so hard to memorize it so that I could make a small gamble on the 4-d lottery. I know. It sounds very ridiculous.

Last night's dream was dramatic. I dreamt that I only had prolly less than a month to live due to some terminal sickness. But it was comforting that I had both SisEsh and BigOne who stood by me and never giving up in supporting and helping me though it was a dead end.

Some said that dreams are the exact opposite from reality. I feel that dreams reflects a person's thoughts deep down inside. How real it proves to be, I don't know.

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Super Blur.

After I woke from that tragic dream. I lie in bed dazed in confusion when the dreams start fugging my mind. What does it mean? Is that a sign? Then other thoughts came in ... Who am I supposed to have lunch with today? I think I made an appointment .. but who?? Obviously there was no one .. but I insisted that I had some short term memory loss. Next, I forgotten my ATM passcode. Great .. just great. What a way to start the day. What's next that I will forget??? =.= !!!

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My boy is so annoyingly cute. Schnapp just got his hair cut.

Bloody hell ... and I don't even pay to get my mane done. What the ....