My darling love, William.
You came into my life, swept me off my feet, mesmerized me with your adoring gaze, gave me your undying love... .
And in return.. I place my heart.. in your palms, my entire life.. nestled safely within you.
Happy 100th Day Anniversary, William. I love you.
1437,
Lynn
Wednesday, April 27, 2005
Saturday, April 23, 2005
@.n.g.e.l.s by my side
Ahhh.. what do we have here..?.. .. there seems to be an uproar with my previous post. *bows.. bows*.. thank you, thank you.. I'm proud that my writings do inspire some of you. Hehe. I'm glad that my rantings when I'm high on alcohol can tickle your sides (or your back.. .. with a tattoo needle.. mUAHhahAhahA).. ..
.. .. ... enough.. .. Lynn.
Yes... Anyway.. I went for the job interview for a Brand Strategy Consultant for an event management company on Friday and.. .. I got hired on the spot!. The interview was a breeze.. after a lengthy questionnaire about how I want to launch a branding campaign for Lipton for the youths.. .. (yarrrrr... Substitute Tea for Alcohol - It's Cool!... .. . I might get assasinated by pub owners the moment that is launched.).. the boss's colleague interviewed me.. .. just the usual stuff and all.. and then when I had to wait for the boss to interview me after that, she gave me a packet of ribena.. .. from the tons of boxes piled up to line all the walls.. .. mmmaann.. they had supply for an entire army of Lipton Tea Campaign rebellions!
The boss was jovial. I think I could work for him. He seems strict enough to handle my nonsense. Well, I was rather surprised when he shook my hand and welcomed me on board after a few seconds of thought. He was pretty happy with the reason that I gave about leaving my other fucked up company - about reaching the highest limit that I could go with my career. Ah well, I really look forward to Monday though.
.. .... Oh my ... waking up at 630am does not appeal to me though. The KL Jam.... .. work starts at 845am... .. and I have to leave my house at.. . 730am.. .. at least. I hope... .. Well, that's just an hour earlier from my usual wake up time. ... .. ARGH. And I work 6 days a week. 9 - 5 pm. AND I might be expected to face longer hours as it is an event management company.. .. .. .. .. there goes my clubbing life right out of the window.. ..and into the house behind with their farm of chickens and rats and maggots and cocks (the male chicken. not... 'those'. larrr..).. .. god knows what else. ... and helllloooo to Ribena!.. ...
I realise that it's a great step.. to change my line of career to event management or pr.. . or whatever this is. But i know i am capable of much greater acheivements. Well, I was supposed to go to Singapore to take up a SGD2500 per month contract job next month. .. and that is if I pass the interview.. ... but. .. ... .. i think.. .. i should be contented with this new opportunity in the event management thingy. At least I can meet human beings and not computer screens.. .. and studying human behavior somehow is rather facinating. And I do hope I will stay on in this company for at least 3 years. or 5.. or.. however long it takes to make me a respected Brand Manager.. . then i can go on with my plans to set up my own boutique in the next 10 years. Well, we'll see. ;)
But I was somehow expecting to get the job on the spot... . You can recognise the signs I guess. And I was really glad to accept his offer to start as soon as possible.. . quite surprisingly. - although it is situated in the heart of KL and the office is not exactly.. .. huge. In the same building where William, Peter (his best friend), Caroline, Siew Lee and I had gathered for lunch for the very first time after many years for a spot of japanese buffet lunch. I do remember that I was screaming into the phone at Caroline trying to give her directions whilst Wiliam and Peter looked on. Hahaha. Not too sure what kinda impression I made. LoL. Must be a scary one. I think I yelled at William over the phone too at some point.
the first person that I wanted to tell the news to was loverboy.. .. i couldn't put my words together into a tiny screen so I called him out of desperation.. and excitement. :) Then i called my mum, my dad and then Sharmila. And my phone batt started to die. I hate Samsung. I am going to get a Nokia in a few months time no matter what!. But I do love all the people who has given me the support and absorbed all my nonsense and foul language when I was down with 'Jobless Trauma'.... *muahs muahs*...
I want to take this opportunity to extend my love and deepest thank you to all who has been very concerned for me. I owe all of you for your encouragement, friendship, ideas, job references, counselling, your shoulder for me to cry on, for listening to my rubbish and wails and most of all, your uncondional love and cheery thoughts. My mummy, daddy, aunts, William's mummy, Chui Ling, Sharmila, Jessica, Hsiang, Elly, Sky, Yee Peng.. ... .. and most of all, my love.. .. *muahs muahs muahs*
And the new office is very near KLCC.. .. maybe i could shop for more shirts.. hmm.. and I did see a very cute skirt yesterday.. . .. ...
Ah well.. Off to read my new purchases - Artemis Fowl : The Opal Deception , and David & Leigh Eddings - Regina's Song. Yay yay. More elves and pixies for me!... *muahs muahs*
.. .. ... enough.. .. Lynn.
Yes... Anyway.. I went for the job interview for a Brand Strategy Consultant for an event management company on Friday and.. .. I got hired on the spot!. The interview was a breeze.. after a lengthy questionnaire about how I want to launch a branding campaign for Lipton for the youths.. .. (yarrrrr... Substitute Tea for Alcohol - It's Cool!... .. . I might get assasinated by pub owners the moment that is launched.).. the boss's colleague interviewed me.. .. just the usual stuff and all.. and then when I had to wait for the boss to interview me after that, she gave me a packet of ribena.. .. from the tons of boxes piled up to line all the walls.. .. mmmaann.. they had supply for an entire army of Lipton Tea Campaign rebellions!
The boss was jovial. I think I could work for him. He seems strict enough to handle my nonsense. Well, I was rather surprised when he shook my hand and welcomed me on board after a few seconds of thought. He was pretty happy with the reason that I gave about leaving my other fucked up company - about reaching the highest limit that I could go with my career. Ah well, I really look forward to Monday though.
.. .... Oh my ... waking up at 630am does not appeal to me though. The KL Jam.... .. work starts at 845am... .. and I have to leave my house at.. . 730am.. .. at least. I hope... .. Well, that's just an hour earlier from my usual wake up time. ... .. ARGH. And I work 6 days a week. 9 - 5 pm. AND I might be expected to face longer hours as it is an event management company.. .. .. .. .. there goes my clubbing life right out of the window.. ..and into the house behind with their farm of chickens and rats and maggots and cocks (the male chicken. not... 'those'. larrr..).. .. god knows what else. ... and helllloooo to Ribena!.. ...
I realise that it's a great step.. to change my line of career to event management or pr.. . or whatever this is. But i know i am capable of much greater acheivements. Well, I was supposed to go to Singapore to take up a SGD2500 per month contract job next month. .. and that is if I pass the interview.. ... but. .. ... .. i think.. .. i should be contented with this new opportunity in the event management thingy. At least I can meet human beings and not computer screens.. .. and studying human behavior somehow is rather facinating. And I do hope I will stay on in this company for at least 3 years. or 5.. or.. however long it takes to make me a respected Brand Manager.. . then i can go on with my plans to set up my own boutique in the next 10 years. Well, we'll see. ;)
But I was somehow expecting to get the job on the spot... . You can recognise the signs I guess. And I was really glad to accept his offer to start as soon as possible.. . quite surprisingly. - although it is situated in the heart of KL and the office is not exactly.. .. huge. In the same building where William, Peter (his best friend), Caroline, Siew Lee and I had gathered for lunch for the very first time after many years for a spot of japanese buffet lunch. I do remember that I was screaming into the phone at Caroline trying to give her directions whilst Wiliam and Peter looked on. Hahaha. Not too sure what kinda impression I made. LoL. Must be a scary one. I think I yelled at William over the phone too at some point.
the first person that I wanted to tell the news to was loverboy.. .. i couldn't put my words together into a tiny screen so I called him out of desperation.. and excitement. :) Then i called my mum, my dad and then Sharmila. And my phone batt started to die. I hate Samsung. I am going to get a Nokia in a few months time no matter what!. But I do love all the people who has given me the support and absorbed all my nonsense and foul language when I was down with 'Jobless Trauma'.... *muahs muahs*...
I want to take this opportunity to extend my love and deepest thank you to all who has been very concerned for me. I owe all of you for your encouragement, friendship, ideas, job references, counselling, your shoulder for me to cry on, for listening to my rubbish and wails and most of all, your uncondional love and cheery thoughts. My mummy, daddy, aunts, William's mummy, Chui Ling, Sharmila, Jessica, Hsiang, Elly, Sky, Yee Peng.. ... .. and most of all, my love.. .. *muahs muahs muahs*
And the new office is very near KLCC.. .. maybe i could shop for more shirts.. hmm.. and I did see a very cute skirt yesterday.. . .. ...
Ah well.. Off to read my new purchases - Artemis Fowl : The Opal Deception , and David & Leigh Eddings - Regina's Song. Yay yay. More elves and pixies for me!... *muahs muahs*
Friday, April 22, 2005
b.e.r.r.y delicious
After a another night of free flow of champagne, sex-on-the-beach cocktails (noo.. darling.. it's not what you're thinkinggg of... ), it was another day of recuperation at home.. .. with my iced giant mugful of Ribena... aaahhh.... ..
I felt so berrrry.. berryyy.. blisseedd.. although I didn't get a good night's sleep. .. .. as I had a silly squabble with loverboy before I left for my usual night adventures with my girls in KL. I was feeling very, very mood-less.. But.. .. I didn't want to spoil the night for them. And as usual.. .. i kept glancing at my phone.. wondering whether or not I should sms him and tell him that i do love him so so very much...
.. .. But anyway.. .. Nothing eventful for today... other than Carol coming over to scan her assignment answer papers for her coursemates in Singapore. Silly buggers need to hand their assignments tomorrow. Nyehehehe. I'm done with assignments.. PPPfffFFfTtTtt...
And... hmm.. what else. Ah yess. My printer is being a pain in the bum. It just refuses to use the black print catridge. And it made my picture looked as if i were an orange coloured skeleton with half my head balding of yellow hair.. ... with 2 bunny teeth. And I was trying to print my resume... ah well.. .. designer's photos were meant to be. .. .. .. urm.. .. colour deficient.
Ah yes. My cuzzy came online and she wanted some nice tatts. And as I was browsing for her, I came across some .. .. .. for.. .. hmm... Ah yess..... my loverboyyy... ... and Er.. he can put them tattoos.. . on.. . his... bum!!!... Oh Yeah!!...
There's the Piggy one. oink oink-oodley cute!!... *giggglesss*.. I can imagine the look on his face.. ... .. *blinks*.. .
.. ... *gggiiggglleesss... *.. *snort*
~oink oink-ooooddllyy kins!!..
~courtesy of Deviant-Art
Or I would save him from the embarassment and harassment from name calling (.. .. Yo.. Faaggg... How's it going??... SNORT!) and get him to put this on his arm.. ... . or.. bum.. whichever that turns him on more.. .. ;)
~ooohh..... slick... .. *ssllurrppss*..
~courtesy of Deviant-Art
Or this one.. .. reminds me of some... . macho.... powerful.. gang-leader .. domineering. hunk. *shivers.. *.... *blinks.. *.. ooooohh.. hm.. is it just me or is it getting warmer?
*.. .. ooohh... rape me.. *
~courtesy of Deviant-Art
OOOooorrrrr.... I could tie him up, with his back facing towards me, on a bed... or a stretcher... whichever that is kinkier.. I'm not really THAT fussy, you know.. .. AND.. get the tattoo fella (hmm.. well, i could DO the tattoo drawing, you know.. it would.. urm.. save some money.. self DIY is always encouraged .. but.. let's just leave it to the professionals eh?.. Don't want to have a render of a Monet piece on my darling's back now, do we?) to tattoo this 'painful' baby on.. .. Nyehehehehe....
.. .. *blinks*... . . i seemed to have sprouted a lil' mini.. .. hmm... looks like a devil's tail.. .. ..
~. *.. oohhh... moan for me, my love... muahahahaha.. oh yea.. *
~courtesy of Deviant-Art
Hhmm.. ...
*deep in thought.. .. curling her newly acquired tail round her finger.. .. *...
.. .. Or.. .. I could do with a helper around here, you know. There's just so many things to do!. Goodness.. when can I ever sit down and just.. ... 'unleash my evil-nes.. ..'..
*blinks innocently*.. *ahem.. *.. ... What I wanted to say was.. .. .. To sit down and .. .. enjooyyyy.... life.. you know.. Just need a little help with errands.. and some.. 'house-keeping'.. (nyehehehe.. sounds like some 'guard dog'.. ).. .. .. to urmm.. help prepare meals.. take 'good' care of me.. .. ahh... YESSS... the perfect solution...
~..*.. branded, faithfully mine... .. *
~courtesy of Deviant-Art
*grins*... Muahahahahaha... ... . for my evveryy bidding.. !.. !.. !
*blinks.. ... . *.. .. hmm... now where did these pair of horns come from.. .. ..
I felt so berrrry.. berryyy.. blisseedd.. although I didn't get a good night's sleep. .. .. as I had a silly squabble with loverboy before I left for my usual night adventures with my girls in KL. I was feeling very, very mood-less.. But.. .. I didn't want to spoil the night for them. And as usual.. .. i kept glancing at my phone.. wondering whether or not I should sms him and tell him that i do love him so so very much...
.. .. But anyway.. .. Nothing eventful for today... other than Carol coming over to scan her assignment answer papers for her coursemates in Singapore. Silly buggers need to hand their assignments tomorrow. Nyehehehe. I'm done with assignments.. PPPfffFFfTtTtt...
And... hmm.. what else. Ah yess. My printer is being a pain in the bum. It just refuses to use the black print catridge. And it made my picture looked as if i were an orange coloured skeleton with half my head balding of yellow hair.. ... with 2 bunny teeth. And I was trying to print my resume... ah well.. .. designer's photos were meant to be. .. .. .. urm.. .. colour deficient.
Ah yes. My cuzzy came online and she wanted some nice tatts. And as I was browsing for her, I came across some .. .. .. for.. .. hmm... Ah yess..... my loverboyyy... ... and Er.. he can put them tattoos.. . on.. . his... bum!!!... Oh Yeah!!...
There's the Piggy one. oink oink-oodley cute!!... *giggglesss*.. I can imagine the look on his face.. ... .. *blinks*.. .
.. ... *gggiiggglleesss... *.. *snort*
~oink oink-ooooddllyy kins!!..
~courtesy of Deviant-Art
Or I would save him from the embarassment and harassment from name calling (.. .. Yo.. Faaggg... How's it going??... SNORT!) and get him to put this on his arm.. ... . or.. bum.. whichever that turns him on more.. .. ;)
~ooohh..... slick... .. *ssllurrppss*..
~courtesy of Deviant-Art
Or this one.. .. reminds me of some... . macho.... powerful.. gang-leader .. domineering. hunk. *shivers.. *.... *blinks.. *.. ooooohh.. hm.. is it just me or is it getting warmer?
*.. .. ooohh... rape me.. *
~courtesy of Deviant-Art
OOOooorrrrr.... I could tie him up, with his back facing towards me, on a bed... or a stretcher... whichever that is kinkier.. I'm not really THAT fussy, you know.. .. AND.. get the tattoo fella (hmm.. well, i could DO the tattoo drawing, you know.. it would.. urm.. save some money.. self DIY is always encouraged .. but.. let's just leave it to the professionals eh?.. Don't want to have a render of a Monet piece on my darling's back now, do we?) to tattoo this 'painful' baby on.. .. Nyehehehehe....
.. .. *blinks*... . . i seemed to have sprouted a lil' mini.. .. hmm... looks like a devil's tail.. .. ..
~. *.. oohhh... moan for me, my love... muahahahaha.. oh yea.. *
~courtesy of Deviant-Art
Hhmm.. ...
*deep in thought.. .. curling her newly acquired tail round her finger.. .. *...
.. .. Or.. .. I could do with a helper around here, you know. There's just so many things to do!. Goodness.. when can I ever sit down and just.. ... 'unleash my evil-nes.. ..'..
*blinks innocently*.. *ahem.. *.. ... What I wanted to say was.. .. .. To sit down and .. .. enjooyyyy.... life.. you know.. Just need a little help with errands.. and some.. 'house-keeping'.. (nyehehehe.. sounds like some 'guard dog'.. ).. .. .. to urmm.. help prepare meals.. take 'good' care of me.. .. ahh... YESSS... the perfect solution...
~..*.. branded, faithfully mine... .. *
~courtesy of Deviant-Art
*grins*... Muahahahahaha... ... . for my evveryy bidding.. !.. !.. !
*blinks.. ... . *.. .. hmm... now where did these pair of horns come from.. .. ..
Tuesday, April 19, 2005
frozen m.e.m.o.r.i.e.s
I opened my drawer expecting to see another load of junk that needs to be cleared out - but instead, I found a stack of photo albums, the yellow ones which you get free from Kodak when you process films at the photo shops. And as I flipped the first one off the stack open, a sudden .. .. happiness engulfed me, as if I had found something that I had lost a very, very long time ago. Turning each leaf of the aged album, brought back memories... memories of some which I do not want to remember... and... the old memories a decade ago.. started to fill in the empty spaces of my mind. So much for the few seconds of joy.. ... ..
I remember trying to pick a few nice family photos from this very pile of albums to take along before I left to further my studies in Brisbane, Australia. That was just 3 years ago. I had forgotten all about them - there were sitting in the chest of drawers which is just next to my bed. ... ... Hehe. that shows how much unexplored junk there is in my room.
.. ... I remember it was so.. .. difficult to choose a complete family photo of my parents, my brother and me during my last minute packing for Brisbane - and I just picked the one with the four of us in it which was dated Christmas 1998. And again, I am facing the same problem. William's mother had wanted to know a little about my family.. and she had hinted that a nice family photo would be interesting for a little show and tell session tomorrow when I meet her for lunch. Although there were so many of these 4R sized albums, I had a a ssslligghttt problem - I have not been living with a complete family for the past 7 years and photos were not really our family's concern during those times when we were 'together'.
It was like... wave after wave of disappointment as I searched for the perfect photo... but all that I had were.. .. single portraits, partial family gatherings, my dogs, my birthday cake, my graduation ceremony, my prefect installation ceremony, my college mates, my university mates, my mum's cafe, some.. . animals... from the singapore zoo, i think , .. ... ... .. but not a single photo of all my family members - smiling together.
I know you might think that .. ahh.. it's just a small matter. But somehow, I do want to think along the same lines too, that not having a family portrait is a matter that can easily be brushed aside - but.. .. having 'part' of a family is never a small matter, especially if it's the 'broken' part. Seeing part of a family in a photo is just fine, but having it in reality... .. the wound still bleeds.
.. .. I don't know what made me write this particular posting, but it's just something.. that I want to share. My pain, my tears, my hurt... .. it's all in the past and I am not sad or disturbed about it all. And I would like to think of it as a blessing in disguise, when my mother left my father on Valentine's Day, 1999 - their 19th wedding anniversary - oh the irony of it all. If that day had not happen, we would have not salvaged the last bits of happiness that was left behind from that nightmare and still thrive till today. That day made me who I am today, and I am proud that I survived all of that, along with my mother and Shaun.
... .. But the most important lesson that I have learnt is that, never take love for granted, and that I would never, ever, want to go through all that hurt again. I'm pretty sure that the second time around would kill off the remaining trust in life that I have. .. ...
I quote from an 'ex'-best friend's blog on her current views on love after her only love of 4 years had decided to move on without her.
"I dont need love. .anymore.. .. I died. .. the day he sent... that email.. .. .. I've changed.. . ..I dont want. .to have. .anything. .to do ..with .. Love. .. ..anymore.. .. "
Yes. Love does funny things to one. Can even kill you from the inside out. Well, I'm trying to make her see the light of the entire situation though - i know how it feels... in a different sorta way. I fought out of the dark alone, though. And from then, I became stronger, more independant, more alert, .. .. and I took less things in life for granted.
I have listened to a lot of friend's complaints, saying that their father/mother did not attend their graduations, their birthdays... and I could relate to them - but in my case, my mother was always there for me, may it be my graduation, my birthday, my piano recitals, my.. .. everything... She was always there to smile and cheer for me - and I love her ever so dearly for it.
But when they started complaining that family dinners and family trips were a waste of time.. ... ... I would lash out in defence. Even more so when I hear about partners cheating on each other or failed marriages because of a new found mistress.. .. I just.. feel that.. sudden hate towards the third party involved. It's like.. nearly a second nature. I can't help myself when I would unconciously drift my gaze to a family having dinner, laughing and eating like it were the only place on earth that they wanted to be... and I would.. .. smile to myself... - they have it all, and I'm happy for them... that their children would not have to be traumatised by the mistakes that adults make. On the other hand, I had it all, and I do look forward to my picture perfect family.. so that we can have it all again.
So, to all of you out there... .. Smile for family photos. You definately wouldn't want a picture of you looking like an idiot, would you???
.. .... .. Ah well, aunty would just have to be contented with the last family photo that I had in 1998. Hmm... she can look forward to the 'next' family photo, i think. *winks*
I remember trying to pick a few nice family photos from this very pile of albums to take along before I left to further my studies in Brisbane, Australia. That was just 3 years ago. I had forgotten all about them - there were sitting in the chest of drawers which is just next to my bed. ... ... Hehe. that shows how much unexplored junk there is in my room.
.. ... I remember it was so.. .. difficult to choose a complete family photo of my parents, my brother and me during my last minute packing for Brisbane - and I just picked the one with the four of us in it which was dated Christmas 1998. And again, I am facing the same problem. William's mother had wanted to know a little about my family.. and she had hinted that a nice family photo would be interesting for a little show and tell session tomorrow when I meet her for lunch. Although there were so many of these 4R sized albums, I had a a ssslligghttt problem - I have not been living with a complete family for the past 7 years and photos were not really our family's concern during those times when we were 'together'.
It was like... wave after wave of disappointment as I searched for the perfect photo... but all that I had were.. .. single portraits, partial family gatherings, my dogs, my birthday cake, my graduation ceremony, my prefect installation ceremony, my college mates, my university mates, my mum's cafe, some.. . animals... from the singapore zoo, i think , .. ... ... .. but not a single photo of all my family members - smiling together.
I know you might think that .. ahh.. it's just a small matter. But somehow, I do want to think along the same lines too, that not having a family portrait is a matter that can easily be brushed aside - but.. .. having 'part' of a family is never a small matter, especially if it's the 'broken' part. Seeing part of a family in a photo is just fine, but having it in reality... .. the wound still bleeds.
.. .. I don't know what made me write this particular posting, but it's just something.. that I want to share. My pain, my tears, my hurt... .. it's all in the past and I am not sad or disturbed about it all. And I would like to think of it as a blessing in disguise, when my mother left my father on Valentine's Day, 1999 - their 19th wedding anniversary - oh the irony of it all. If that day had not happen, we would have not salvaged the last bits of happiness that was left behind from that nightmare and still thrive till today. That day made me who I am today, and I am proud that I survived all of that, along with my mother and Shaun.
... .. But the most important lesson that I have learnt is that, never take love for granted, and that I would never, ever, want to go through all that hurt again. I'm pretty sure that the second time around would kill off the remaining trust in life that I have. .. ...
I quote from an 'ex'-best friend's blog on her current views on love after her only love of 4 years had decided to move on without her.
"I dont need love. .anymore.. .. I died. .. the day he sent... that email.. .. .. I've changed.. . ..I dont want. .to have. .anything. .to do ..with .. Love. .. ..anymore.. .. "
Yes. Love does funny things to one. Can even kill you from the inside out. Well, I'm trying to make her see the light of the entire situation though - i know how it feels... in a different sorta way. I fought out of the dark alone, though. And from then, I became stronger, more independant, more alert, .. .. and I took less things in life for granted.
I have listened to a lot of friend's complaints, saying that their father/mother did not attend their graduations, their birthdays... and I could relate to them - but in my case, my mother was always there for me, may it be my graduation, my birthday, my piano recitals, my.. .. everything... She was always there to smile and cheer for me - and I love her ever so dearly for it.
But when they started complaining that family dinners and family trips were a waste of time.. ... ... I would lash out in defence. Even more so when I hear about partners cheating on each other or failed marriages because of a new found mistress.. .. I just.. feel that.. sudden hate towards the third party involved. It's like.. nearly a second nature. I can't help myself when I would unconciously drift my gaze to a family having dinner, laughing and eating like it were the only place on earth that they wanted to be... and I would.. .. smile to myself... - they have it all, and I'm happy for them... that their children would not have to be traumatised by the mistakes that adults make. On the other hand, I had it all, and I do look forward to my picture perfect family.. so that we can have it all again.
So, to all of you out there... .. Smile for family photos. You definately wouldn't want a picture of you looking like an idiot, would you???
.. .... .. Ah well, aunty would just have to be contented with the last family photo that I had in 1998. Hmm... she can look forward to the 'next' family photo, i think. *winks*
Monday, April 18, 2005
... .. s.i.n.k.i.n.g
Last night, another round of clubbing after the some-sort-of-indian-new-year party at my primary school mate's (komal) house. i remember the first time we met was on the first day of primary school, our mothers decided to chit chat (ahh.. mothers... their tongues passed on from generation to generation.. ) while they were waiting in line to register their innocent-6-year-old daughters.. (i was just 16 days short to my 6th birthday.. so i was.. 5.. and 340 days old. heheh). Yar.... anyway, while the new found friends-of-5minutes chattered their teeth off, komal and I were just left at the tables.... trying to grasp the reality of so many small... bratty... noisy.. rude.. boys all in the same room. Were there really sooo many of them out there? (yyyarrrr... out of my front door of my house).. .. and.. what are they doinnggg with us? Yar. Only knew the real reason when I was in a Science class when I was in standard 4.
Annywayy... driftingg off again. ...
Ah yes.. The party. All of her friends were doctors to be - either in their last year or doing their housemanships. I was in a room full of .. .. Operating Theatre Enthusiasts for the entire evening. While i was munching on my pale pink tandoori chicken (it's supposed to be red, but komal had not enough food dye.. .. .. why even bother to dye the chicken????) Yeah. chicken. And they were talking about squashed balls. Yes. Balls. Testicles. They were laughing somemore.
Girl #1 : Eh you remembered that 'Ball guy'???? How's he doing ar?
Guy #1 : Ohhh that ball fella ar? the one that your senior called the 'ball guy' in front of his girlfriend wan ar? I think his two balls are okay now ler.
Girl #1 : Okay already ar? Ooohhhh.. now i remember. That time when he came in, damn squashed lor. got motocycle accident ler. The thing in the middle of the bike go and kemek (kemek = squash) his balls ler. Then when he came into the OT arrrr..... my senior checked his blood circulation and he said it was flowing. but the scrotum... aiyyyohhh.. in a mess man. But damn interesting la when he took the blood sample. !!!
Guy #1 : Yarrrrrr... luckilly still got 2 left. If none left ... aiiyo yoooo..
Girl #2 : Yeahhh!!!!... I saw one case where the fella left with one bola (bola = ball) onlyy!
Guy #2 : Ehh... i think the motorcycle ball fella was my cousin la..!
Guy #1 : .. ... ... .. Oh man.. .. sorry mann... i didn't know. .. didn't mean to
Guy #2 : Eh... man.. it's okay man. It ain't my balls.
Lynn : ........... ....fffaaaccciiinnnaatttinnggg......... ............
*with fork suspended in air.... *
.. ... .. Then I turned to my left side, whom my pharmacy friend of 3 years (Anusha) was berating this innocent (.. .. maybe he will be .. .. one day.. .... .. ) doctor to be about his habits-to-be when he comes out to the working world.
Anusha : Make sure arrrr.. you doctors arrr... write your prescriptions properly you knowww! you think it's so nice arrr to run around for the doctors to clarify your writingss???
Guy #4 : errrr....... no...
Anusha : aaannndd arrr... don't be so smart and simply prescribe more than you should you know!!... you think medicine drop from the sky wan ar? then have to run around after you doctors to clarify the changes... u think so fun arrrr??
Guy #4 : eerrr... ... no...
Anusha : Aaaannnd arrrr... *waves her fork with bits of .. . some... yogurt.. dangerously in the air* don't promise your patients that the medication will definately be available at all times because it's totally the opposite!!!... it's a semi government hospital for goodness sake .. ! not your grandfather's dispensary machine ookkk ??
Guy #4 : *nods nods nods*... errr... no.. no.. not my grandfather's...
Lynn : Yo Anushaaa... give the poor tortured soul a break la... he's already cursed with 5 years of medical lectures and now you trying to brain wash one doctor.. ?? there's a billion other doctors out there who does not even know your golden rules exists... heck they don't even know that the yoghurt on your fork exists..... spare the boy and clean your fork la for heaven's sakeeee.. they might have to stitch up someone right here if u continue to bandish that thingy around. ... ..
Anusha : harrrr?... nooo... u have to start from the younggg ones... so that they will put it into practice!!. I have to quickly spread this aroundddd... it might catch up with the entire population of doctors by the year 2100!! Please say that you will join me in this honourable pharmacist's quest for justice!!??
Lynn : ... .. errr.... .. seriously... I think.. .. i have better things to do till the year 2100... .. like urm.. ... watch the yoghurt on your fork ... er.. rot... and grow.. some fungus.. or.. something.. whatever you doctors call.. might even get a full grown mushroom if you are lucky.. .. and you'll win the jackpot if it were an edible mushroom. .. ..
Anusha : .. .. .. .. .. ... .. are u sure you're .. .. concious about what you are talking about now ar?
Lynn : .. .. .. ... ... nooooo.. ddduhh... .i was speaking in zomb-glish.. ...... in a state of coma..............
Anusha : ohh.... remember to get me the dictionary.. i keep forgetting to get me a copy. if you are free honeyyy, shop around for the new and improved 2005 edition copy for me yarrr??
Lynn : ... ... .. ... ... ... ... .. there is no god... ... ... ...
Guy #4 : .. ... ... um... cya.. i'm off to get my second round of yoghurt.. want some... .. ??
..... .... .... ... .... ..
.. ... ... ...
Sucks the words right out from your mouth... yessss... those facinating conversations... I remember it like it was yesterdayyyy.... ... .. ..
.. . Duh.. . it was yesterday.. ... ...
Aannywayyy.... ... I had intended to go home at 1030 so that I can see my darling loverboy before he goes to sleep.. butttt noooooooooOoooOoo..... Komal just had to make me feel guilty for not wanting to follow her to some spot for dance, booze and hunks. .. . (well.. ... . nooottt THAAaAaT.... guilty... .there's definately someee.... good stuff awaiting us... .. ) Well, after a quick call to my sexy voiced leng chai bf (under the watchful eyes of her sister.. Asreen.. .. I couldn't make any of my usual horny remarks.. .. damn... i reallllly wanted to go home and tease him.. .. ah well.. there's always another chance.. ) I bundled Komal and Anusha into my trusty ol' rusty and squeaky silver Proton Saga for the ride down to Bar Savanth, Kuala Lumpur. (not after bickering around for half an hour with guy#5 and guy#6 about where to meet and where to go.. and where not to go... haih.. you know la.... guyss... ppfttttt... think they know everythinggg.. )
The music was awesome, the drinks were.. .. urm.. standard.. whisky and ginger ale, the ambience was dark, cosy and lung cancerous as usual. the crowd however, was ridiculous. 'Plastic' girls (as Anusha puts it - for bimbos with too much make up and plastic simpery smiles that would make your skin rot with gruesome, gangrenous.. ... puss filled.. .. boils instantaneously) were strewn all over the place. It took some effort to step around them and their male counterparts. dancing was fine for a while, until it became a marching routine in one spot as it got later into the night. Komal's friends, surprisingly, were very easy to get along with. They were smart (duh.. . after 5 years of uni.. .. they must have learnt somethinggg... at least about.. balls... ) and really funky happenng people.
I was happy that Komal and Anusha had fun.. .. even though i was tired.. i was happy that my friends were happy. It is always some sort of.. .. blissful satisfaction. The last thing on my mind as i closed my eyes at 5am was whether my loverboy was having a good sleep... .. a gadzillion miles away. I do miss him. Even for a night.
........ .......... ........... I guess I turn to him the most.. for the past few weeks.. .. things are not going as smoothly as I would have preferred it to be. He is my beacon of happiness.. .. Nothing seem to matter anymore as soon as I see him online.. or when i hear his voice.. or when he sms-es.. .. The only thing that matters is that I love him so so so much and I can't wait to see him again. His patience, his reassuring words, his teases.. .. I thank you, my love. You have given me priceless moments and feelings which I shall cherish forever and ever. And I'm sorry if i make you worry at times.. .. with my mood swings and abrupt pouty-outbursts... I can be sensitive at times.. although they may just be words.. women do think a lot about silly things.. (yarrr... womeenn... )
But hey.. I had a first again today. It was my first time actually looking up on battle ships of the past on Google.com. He has this passion for ships and planes and I guess... .. i just wanted to .. .. learn.. .. what makes him tick. And surprisingly, I find myself agreeing to him that history on... of all things.. battleships. .. were more interesting than hot, tanned, macho.. . hunks.. .. .. . ummm.. ... well... something like that... yarrrrrrrrr.... hunks.. ships... .. .. sexy.. hunks.. on ships.. ... ...
... er... .. where's the relevance.. .. ??...
.. .. ...
.. ... .... ..
.. .. ... nevermind.
.. .. ... ... ... i think i had better do my drifting on my bed rather than with thoughts...
Annywayy... driftingg off again. ...
Ah yes.. The party. All of her friends were doctors to be - either in their last year or doing their housemanships. I was in a room full of .. .. Operating Theatre Enthusiasts for the entire evening. While i was munching on my pale pink tandoori chicken (it's supposed to be red, but komal had not enough food dye.. .. .. why even bother to dye the chicken????) Yeah. chicken. And they were talking about squashed balls. Yes. Balls. Testicles. They were laughing somemore.
Girl #1 : Eh you remembered that 'Ball guy'???? How's he doing ar?
Guy #1 : Ohhh that ball fella ar? the one that your senior called the 'ball guy' in front of his girlfriend wan ar? I think his two balls are okay now ler.
Girl #1 : Okay already ar? Ooohhhh.. now i remember. That time when he came in, damn squashed lor. got motocycle accident ler. The thing in the middle of the bike go and kemek (kemek = squash) his balls ler. Then when he came into the OT arrrr..... my senior checked his blood circulation and he said it was flowing. but the scrotum... aiyyyohhh.. in a mess man. But damn interesting la when he took the blood sample. !!!
Guy #1 : Yarrrrrr... luckilly still got 2 left. If none left ... aiiyo yoooo..
Girl #2 : Yeahhh!!!!... I saw one case where the fella left with one bola (bola = ball) onlyy!
Guy #2 : Ehh... i think the motorcycle ball fella was my cousin la..!
Guy #1 : .. ... ... .. Oh man.. .. sorry mann... i didn't know. .. didn't mean to
Guy #2 : Eh... man.. it's okay man. It ain't my balls.
Lynn : ........... ....fffaaaccciiinnnaatttinnggg......... ............
*with fork suspended in air.... *
.. ... .. Then I turned to my left side, whom my pharmacy friend of 3 years (Anusha) was berating this innocent (.. .. maybe he will be .. .. one day.. .... .. ) doctor to be about his habits-to-be when he comes out to the working world.
Anusha : Make sure arrrr.. you doctors arrr... write your prescriptions properly you knowww! you think it's so nice arrr to run around for the doctors to clarify your writingss???
Guy #4 : errrr....... no...
Anusha : aaannndd arrr... don't be so smart and simply prescribe more than you should you know!!... you think medicine drop from the sky wan ar? then have to run around after you doctors to clarify the changes... u think so fun arrrr??
Guy #4 : eerrr... ... no...
Anusha : Aaaannnd arrrr... *waves her fork with bits of .. . some... yogurt.. dangerously in the air* don't promise your patients that the medication will definately be available at all times because it's totally the opposite!!!... it's a semi government hospital for goodness sake .. ! not your grandfather's dispensary machine ookkk ??
Guy #4 : *nods nods nods*... errr... no.. no.. not my grandfather's...
Lynn : Yo Anushaaa... give the poor tortured soul a break la... he's already cursed with 5 years of medical lectures and now you trying to brain wash one doctor.. ?? there's a billion other doctors out there who does not even know your golden rules exists... heck they don't even know that the yoghurt on your fork exists..... spare the boy and clean your fork la for heaven's sakeeee.. they might have to stitch up someone right here if u continue to bandish that thingy around. ... ..
Anusha : harrrr?... nooo... u have to start from the younggg ones... so that they will put it into practice!!. I have to quickly spread this aroundddd... it might catch up with the entire population of doctors by the year 2100!! Please say that you will join me in this honourable pharmacist's quest for justice!!??
Lynn : ... .. errr.... .. seriously... I think.. .. i have better things to do till the year 2100... .. like urm.. ... watch the yoghurt on your fork ... er.. rot... and grow.. some fungus.. or.. something.. whatever you doctors call.. might even get a full grown mushroom if you are lucky.. .. and you'll win the jackpot if it were an edible mushroom. .. ..
Anusha : .. .. .. .. .. ... .. are u sure you're .. .. concious about what you are talking about now ar?
Lynn : .. .. .. ... ... nooooo.. ddduhh... .i was speaking in zomb-glish.. ...... in a state of coma..............
Anusha : ohh.... remember to get me the dictionary.. i keep forgetting to get me a copy. if you are free honeyyy, shop around for the new and improved 2005 edition copy for me yarrr??
Lynn : ... ... .. ... ... ... ... .. there is no god... ... ... ...
Guy #4 : .. ... ... um... cya.. i'm off to get my second round of yoghurt.. want some... .. ??
..... .... .... ... .... ..
.. ... ... ...
Sucks the words right out from your mouth... yessss... those facinating conversations... I remember it like it was yesterdayyyy.... ... .. ..
.. . Duh.. . it was yesterday.. ... ...
Aannywayyy.... ... I had intended to go home at 1030 so that I can see my darling loverboy before he goes to sleep.. butttt noooooooooOoooOoo..... Komal just had to make me feel guilty for not wanting to follow her to some spot for dance, booze and hunks. .. . (well.. ... . nooottt THAAaAaT.... guilty... .there's definately someee.... good stuff awaiting us... .. ) Well, after a quick call to my sexy voiced leng chai bf (under the watchful eyes of her sister.. Asreen.. .. I couldn't make any of my usual horny remarks.. .. damn... i reallllly wanted to go home and tease him.. .. ah well.. there's always another chance.. ) I bundled Komal and Anusha into my trusty ol' rusty and squeaky silver Proton Saga for the ride down to Bar Savanth, Kuala Lumpur. (not after bickering around for half an hour with guy#5 and guy#6 about where to meet and where to go.. and where not to go... haih.. you know la.... guyss... ppfttttt... think they know everythinggg.. )
The music was awesome, the drinks were.. .. urm.. standard.. whisky and ginger ale, the ambience was dark, cosy and lung cancerous as usual. the crowd however, was ridiculous. 'Plastic' girls (as Anusha puts it - for bimbos with too much make up and plastic simpery smiles that would make your skin rot with gruesome, gangrenous.. ... puss filled.. .. boils instantaneously) were strewn all over the place. It took some effort to step around them and their male counterparts. dancing was fine for a while, until it became a marching routine in one spot as it got later into the night. Komal's friends, surprisingly, were very easy to get along with. They were smart (duh.. . after 5 years of uni.. .. they must have learnt somethinggg... at least about.. balls... ) and really funky happenng people.
I was happy that Komal and Anusha had fun.. .. even though i was tired.. i was happy that my friends were happy. It is always some sort of.. .. blissful satisfaction. The last thing on my mind as i closed my eyes at 5am was whether my loverboy was having a good sleep... .. a gadzillion miles away. I do miss him. Even for a night.
........ .......... ........... I guess I turn to him the most.. for the past few weeks.. .. things are not going as smoothly as I would have preferred it to be. He is my beacon of happiness.. .. Nothing seem to matter anymore as soon as I see him online.. or when i hear his voice.. or when he sms-es.. .. The only thing that matters is that I love him so so so much and I can't wait to see him again. His patience, his reassuring words, his teases.. .. I thank you, my love. You have given me priceless moments and feelings which I shall cherish forever and ever. And I'm sorry if i make you worry at times.. .. with my mood swings and abrupt pouty-outbursts... I can be sensitive at times.. although they may just be words.. women do think a lot about silly things.. (yarrr... womeenn... )
But hey.. I had a first again today. It was my first time actually looking up on battle ships of the past on Google.com. He has this passion for ships and planes and I guess... .. i just wanted to .. .. learn.. .. what makes him tick. And surprisingly, I find myself agreeing to him that history on... of all things.. battleships. .. were more interesting than hot, tanned, macho.. . hunks.. .. .. . ummm.. ... well... something like that... yarrrrrrrrr.... hunks.. ships... .. .. sexy.. hunks.. on ships.. ... ...
... er... .. where's the relevance.. .. ??...
.. .. ...
.. ... .... ..
.. .. ... nevermind.
.. .. ... ... ... i think i had better do my drifting on my bed rather than with thoughts...
Tuesday, April 12, 2005
p.i.g
I have to say that my loverboy is very inclined towards food after last night's chat session.
William says:
Muahs cutiepie
LyNn says:
................ ... ... ...... .......
William says:
Hahahahahahahahaaaaaaaa
.. ... .... ... ....
... ... ... ....
.. .. ...
.. . he's so evil.
No wonder i love him.
William says:
Muahs cutiepie
LyNn says:
................ ... ... ...... .......
William says:
Hahahahahahahahaaaaaaaa
.. ... .... ... ....
... ... ... ....
.. .. ...
.. . he's so evil.
No wonder i love him.
Sunday, April 10, 2005
honestly b.r.u.t.@.l
Yes. Another random test. And they say that I am overly talkative and brutally honest.
... WWwWOooHhHhooOoO!!.
... WWwWOooHhHhooOoO!!.
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Stability results were moderately high which suggests you are relaxed, calm, secure, and optimistic.
Orderliness results were moderately low which suggests you are, at times, overly flexible, improvised, and fun seeking at the expense of reliability, work ethic, and long term accomplishment.
Extraversion results were high which suggests you are overly talkative, outgoing, sociable and interacting at the expense too often of developing your own individual interests and internally based identity.
Trait snapshot:
expressive, open, self revealing, loves large parties, loud, social, outgoing, does not like social isolation, assertive, social chameleon, positive, always busy, likes to fit in, likes to stand out, enjoys leadership, brutally honest, trusting, optimistic, desires attention, dominant, aggressive, attachment prone, wants to be understood, realistic
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f.e.m.@.l.e st@g
Just some random test that I took on my best friend's blog. Are there female stags ? and how would they.. sound like?.. Hmmm....
... ... PpPpPppPFfFfFfTtTtT... !!!!
... ... PpPpPppPFfFfFfTtTtT... !!!!
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Saturday, April 09, 2005
l@dies n.i.g.h.t
My legs are aching after dancing for 4 hours straight last night. I had thought Elly just wanted a nice relaxed time just sipping a cocktail and her losing herself in the fumes of apple shi-sha at Red Chamber, Bangsar. But nnnnoooooooo.. come 1030pm and 2 rounds of apple fog she just hhhaaaddd to drag me to Castle for another round of free drinks as it was ladies night.
She was ... .. silent while puffing away like some Saudi empress. She kept asking me whether i really had to go to Singapore. She was missing her boyfriend - well, not actually missing i think, from the way she talked to him on phone, she was trying very hard to patch things up. It wasn't the same as usual, I guess - the slight damage had been done. I didn't want to bring the topic up but she had peeked at the sms that I was sending to my loverboy and asked me why i called him hubbie. Er. I like to call him that because... it's... cute!
I remember the first time when i met her boyfriend. It was at 1 Utama after an event at one of the 'china-made-crap' outlets. They were soooo sweet together. It gave me a really... happy, springy kinda feeling just watching them. That was in late november last year. Well, I did feel left out. But I wasn't really worried about hooking up with a guy yet.
Then she mentioned that the 'mother-of-all-whores' had called a meeting on the same day. And she had even wrote a composition, A4 sized long, about me!.. well, and Uma too. I am not THAT important to her to be her only point of frustration. Hehe. Yeah. But the key word it seems, that made me 'lose' my job that I was going to resign (ironic!!) was 'PROFANITY'. Hehe. Amusing things children like her like to dwell on. The supervisors had to go through 4 hours of lecture, on me and Uma's 'outrageous' doings that had so it seems, brought terrible 'loss' to her fucked up company. Trust me, her entire company is going to hell if that's all she can talk about in meetings. Well, at least it's much more entertaining than toilet rolls. Yar. and she also mentioned that I had downloaded 2000 mp3s and PORN. Hah!... The mp3s were for the shops and ... what porn???? Mad accusations.
PPPPpPPpPpPFfFfFfFfTttTtTt... .. I have a feeling that she's doing all this to hide something. As in hide what she was lacking as a boss. Well, she claimed that i stabbed people's behinds (which she did to all her staff), she claimed that she postponed the appraisals and raises so that she didn't have to do mine (yar right, as if i expected something as I was leaving the company already), claimed that I had porn on my comp (yarrrr... it's a pity that i did not copy her nude pictures from her comp earlier last year. she was.. .. posing disgustedly, hugging her saggy boobs in front of a mirror.. .. gosh.. talk about GROSSS). The owner of Playboy might have just stabbed himself with . .. something sharp.. like a sharpened. .. er.. dildo or something if he had even laid eyes on her pictures.. screaming over and over again "OOoOoHHhHhHhh... HoRrRreennndousss ProFaanittyy... .. ArgGh... My Eyes.. my eeyyeess... they arree MeLtttiingggg..... save me!!!!...ArrgGhh... .. there goes my libido too! "
And then President Bush would walk up calmly to his idol. "Let's nuke her. Like.. nowww."..
....... ... ... .
.. .. ... ... Yarrrrr... I wishheddddd..
Thank heavens i am out of all that bull shit. She is even trying to make everyone else hate me by telling them lies. She had even told Elly that I had mentioned that Elly was useless. Low down good for nothing mother fucking cunt. Hope she rots in hell and gets sodomised by Lucifer's prongs.. .. Hmm... yar. and hopefully they can stuff glowing hot coal down every crevice of her body. and then after that, feed her to the hell hounds and then all the minions of hell can have a rave party atop her carcass. MUahAHhaAHaAHhah!. Then i would be lounging next to the devil sipping on my frozen strawberry daiquri with my Gucci sunglasses on. Top that up with a summer Chanel slip dress and Calvin Klein under wear... ..... Er. Where did that all come from?
Anyway. Castle is a pub downstairs, and a club upstairs. There was no one when we walked in. But things started to heat up at around 12. And the guys got drunker by the second. Either by beer or the sight of so many pretty girls at one spot whom they can only look but not touch. And... most probably the girls are just too high of a rank to even glance at the slobbering morons. Well, that's what i thought about them. But the music was good, the drinks were. .. . er.. standard issued. And i had to step on a few toes with my ultra useful platform heels to get my point across that i was not for grabs. And well, i had to look out for prying hands on Elly too, so we put the usual trick on - we were just lesbians out for a good time. *winks*. Welll.. sometimes it works and well sometimes it justs backfires.
But ah well. I didn't really care. I just wanted to cancel out the flashbacks where I had earlier went to the office to collect my cheque.. and the way my personal stuff were in plastic bags.. like some junk. My drastically slashed paycheque - from 'damages' that occurred from the loan items (which is definately not my god damned problem), and my so-called 'early' termination (which is bullshit because she told me not to come to office till Friday). The hurt and all that crap. I just wanted to ignore reality. Well, and then my mum just had to sms me saying that at the rate that I am going clubbing, i'd end up like a slut. Beautiful ending for a night, don't you think?. Unemployed, in between phases of waiting and hoping for some good news... what else can a girl ask for?Hehehe. But I am still alive. Life is great. Really great.
Hmm. But before Bangsar, I had stopped by at Sunway Pyramid to get yet another set of telephone wire and ADSL filter adapter thingy. My dog, namely Buttons, an absolutely adorable fluffy, puffy hairball Shih-Tsu, had, for the third time, tripped over the wire and broke it.
YeEeeEeSsSsSssss.... imagine the agony of not seeing loverboy online for a day.. ...
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NnNnNnoooOoOooo...... !!!!!!!!!!!
SSssSsSsssooooOooo, i dragged my sorry cute bum to Pyramid to get an extra loooooooooooonnnng pair of wire so that I could probably tack it to the wall.. .. or something like that to get the wire safe from furry paws. Spending 100 on wires just for the past month is ridiculous. I could even open a junk shop to sell my poor-dog.. ... -tormented.. wires. Hopefully someone would buy them to brutally murder a particular owner of an accessories company... HmmMmMm... ....
Yarrr.. and the computer shop girl is making more money. Maybe she has an agreement with my dogs .. .. for a share of doggie biscuits. ... Hmm... .. Will prod Buttons for some answers - well.. .prod his nose maybe. He's too blur to even notice that i had used an old hair clip to tie up his fringe into a ponytail.
I spent some time at MPH... looking at the magazines... it's a habit that I developed since I were in my previous employment - to look for accessories. I guess old habits die hard. And I saw the cover for Cleo Bachelors of the year 2005 - which is happening now, as i type this, at KLCC. Elly wanted me to meet her there.. But maybe i should spend some quiet time with myself. I haven't been in touch with myself lately. And that's why i really enjoy my solitary moments, just walking around shopping centres, musing silently to myself.
And they had this new rack of Birthday Books. And.. .. for some odd reason, instead of picking my date (December 17), my hand instinctively reached out for August 28 (loverboy's). It puzzled me, as I knew I am usually much more self loving and would prioritise.. .. my own..didn't really care of what else the world was doing. but it seems that my love has taken over my sub-concious mind too. And now, he's.. part of... me too. *sighs*.. I do miss him. This little book.. well, it described him well, about being the meticulous, perfectionist thinker. His life 'goal' surrounds around 'Order'. Mine, on the other hand, was 'Sincerity'. And yes, it's very true. Although I did not realise it myself, sincerity seemed to take an upper hand of my life.
Hmm.. maybe my sincerity makes me vulnerable. Giving all the time and not expecting anything in return.. Will ponder on that next time.
His dream ambition, whether he realises it or not, was to publish a book. Whether on life, love, a journal, or just.. something. Mine, as it says in the tiny book, is to prove something wrong. Something along the lines where that smart ass person proved that the world is not flat. And again, I was amused, because... that seemed to be what I have been trying to do.. . all this while. And I liked doing it - not to say that proving that others opinion is always wrong is healthy (except for some unusual cases like fucked up whores) but it does give me.. satisfaction!.
His lucky number is 1 and mine is 7. (put them together and you'd get my birthdate). However, Virgoes and Sagis are not very compatible together. But PpPpfffFfFfTtTt to that. I love him. Whether or not his horoscope sign is a seductive.. virgin.(hhhmm.. all so much the better!) hehe. My colour is Champagne Gold (to reflect my .. .. *ahem* glamoury regalnesss...) and he's purple (to reflect his.. urm... royalllness. ?) You know. Books like that are scary. They know too much for their own good. They are actually aliens disguised as birthdate books to take over the wwwoorrlldddd!!
.. .. ... .. .... .. NNnaaaaarrRrrRr... aliens have better things to do than to squeeze themselves into 10cm x 10cm books.. not very comfortable i think. Like disguise themselves into fucked up bosses... - at least they would have saggy boobs to pose for their 'accomplishment-on-earth' photos.. ..and i think they'd find themselves quite snug and comfy with the big arses and the extra flabs to keep them warm.
And then, after spying into the inner mind of my loverboy through the mind-harassing book, (and missing him even more) I found my crave - hand made cards from a.e.i.o.u studio. They are just so adorable and and.. .. so cute.. !.. I make cards like those all the time. - that's if and when i have the time and mood and occassion. I have pretty nifty fingers for handycraft. Resisted myself from buying too many.. i have enough cards to send to loverboy for every month of the year.. for 2 years. ........... . . in a way, i enjoy sending out cards like these because, i want to give.. pretty things to people and making them happy!. And it just makes me so.. . happy to know that someone else feels loved. .. ..
Anyway. I wandered around the fiction section and I was so delighted to find David Eddings new installment of The Dreamers. I had the first book, which was The Elder Gods and I happilly purchased The Treasured Ones. I was waiting for the paperback to come out. I don't like hard covers. They are just too heavy to hold up and read. And they hurt if they fall on you. I remember I had my poor breast bruised because I was holding up the hardcover over my chest and my hands were too weak to support the book. Never again i bought a hardcover-breast-harassing-book. Well, other than Harry Potter. I simply MUST get it within the week that it comes out. And the much much cheaper paperbacks only come out like 6 months after that only.. All scamssss...
I passsed the non-fiction shelves. I was not really a fan of reading .. real life stories. I can't take too much reality. I need my little space of unreality and fantasy to keep my life spiced up. I can't stay still in one spot for too long. I need to. .. .. imagine.. . things.. to keep myself amused. Reading about other sad realities.. . well.. .. not my glass of cocktail. I don't even like.. mushy love books. I thnk they are just too. .. .. soppy. Political books are just as good as sleeping pills. I don't mind the occassional mystery books, or thrillers. But i'd stick to fantasy. Fuels my imagination.
Hmm.... 2:31pm. I started this blog at 12:16pm. With the occassional chats to loverboy.. .. Maybe I should.. go out.. have some lunch.. and maybe come back and pack my room (again.. .. ). .. .. read more fantasy.. and maybe do a better job at the jig saw puzzle that he had given to me. my dogs keep running into my room and messing everything up and then i have to start alllll over again.
.. .. Just another weekend. I'll survive. Maybe i'll go buy a tub of Haagen Dazs ice cream too. Hmmm... yarrrr... maybe after I rob a bank, that is...
But above it all, my darling still loves me. *muahs*.
She was ... .. silent while puffing away like some Saudi empress. She kept asking me whether i really had to go to Singapore. She was missing her boyfriend - well, not actually missing i think, from the way she talked to him on phone, she was trying very hard to patch things up. It wasn't the same as usual, I guess - the slight damage had been done. I didn't want to bring the topic up but she had peeked at the sms that I was sending to my loverboy and asked me why i called him hubbie. Er. I like to call him that because... it's... cute!
I remember the first time when i met her boyfriend. It was at 1 Utama after an event at one of the 'china-made-crap' outlets. They were soooo sweet together. It gave me a really... happy, springy kinda feeling just watching them. That was in late november last year. Well, I did feel left out. But I wasn't really worried about hooking up with a guy yet.
Then she mentioned that the 'mother-of-all-whores' had called a meeting on the same day. And she had even wrote a composition, A4 sized long, about me!.. well, and Uma too. I am not THAT important to her to be her only point of frustration. Hehe. Yeah. But the key word it seems, that made me 'lose' my job that I was going to resign (ironic!!) was 'PROFANITY'. Hehe. Amusing things children like her like to dwell on. The supervisors had to go through 4 hours of lecture, on me and Uma's 'outrageous' doings that had so it seems, brought terrible 'loss' to her fucked up company. Trust me, her entire company is going to hell if that's all she can talk about in meetings. Well, at least it's much more entertaining than toilet rolls. Yar. and she also mentioned that I had downloaded 2000 mp3s and PORN. Hah!... The mp3s were for the shops and ... what porn???? Mad accusations.
PPPPpPPpPpPFfFfFfFfTttTtTt... .. I have a feeling that she's doing all this to hide something. As in hide what she was lacking as a boss. Well, she claimed that i stabbed people's behinds (which she did to all her staff), she claimed that she postponed the appraisals and raises so that she didn't have to do mine (yar right, as if i expected something as I was leaving the company already), claimed that I had porn on my comp (yarrrr... it's a pity that i did not copy her nude pictures from her comp earlier last year. she was.. .. posing disgustedly, hugging her saggy boobs in front of a mirror.. .. gosh.. talk about GROSSS). The owner of Playboy might have just stabbed himself with . .. something sharp.. like a sharpened. .. er.. dildo or something if he had even laid eyes on her pictures.. screaming over and over again "OOoOoHHhHhHhh... HoRrRreennndousss ProFaanittyy... .. ArgGh... My Eyes.. my eeyyeess... they arree MeLtttiingggg..... save me!!!!...ArrgGhh... .. there goes my libido too! "
And then President Bush would walk up calmly to his idol. "Let's nuke her. Like.. nowww."..
....... ... ... .
.. .. ... ... Yarrrrr... I wishheddddd..
Thank heavens i am out of all that bull shit. She is even trying to make everyone else hate me by telling them lies. She had even told Elly that I had mentioned that Elly was useless. Low down good for nothing mother fucking cunt. Hope she rots in hell and gets sodomised by Lucifer's prongs.. .. Hmm... yar. and hopefully they can stuff glowing hot coal down every crevice of her body. and then after that, feed her to the hell hounds and then all the minions of hell can have a rave party atop her carcass. MUahAHhaAHaAHhah!. Then i would be lounging next to the devil sipping on my frozen strawberry daiquri with my Gucci sunglasses on. Top that up with a summer Chanel slip dress and Calvin Klein under wear... ..... Er. Where did that all come from?
Anyway. Castle is a pub downstairs, and a club upstairs. There was no one when we walked in. But things started to heat up at around 12. And the guys got drunker by the second. Either by beer or the sight of so many pretty girls at one spot whom they can only look but not touch. And... most probably the girls are just too high of a rank to even glance at the slobbering morons. Well, that's what i thought about them. But the music was good, the drinks were. .. . er.. standard issued. And i had to step on a few toes with my ultra useful platform heels to get my point across that i was not for grabs. And well, i had to look out for prying hands on Elly too, so we put the usual trick on - we were just lesbians out for a good time. *winks*. Welll.. sometimes it works and well sometimes it justs backfires.
But ah well. I didn't really care. I just wanted to cancel out the flashbacks where I had earlier went to the office to collect my cheque.. and the way my personal stuff were in plastic bags.. like some junk. My drastically slashed paycheque - from 'damages' that occurred from the loan items (which is definately not my god damned problem), and my so-called 'early' termination (which is bullshit because she told me not to come to office till Friday). The hurt and all that crap. I just wanted to ignore reality. Well, and then my mum just had to sms me saying that at the rate that I am going clubbing, i'd end up like a slut. Beautiful ending for a night, don't you think?. Unemployed, in between phases of waiting and hoping for some good news... what else can a girl ask for?Hehehe. But I am still alive. Life is great. Really great.
Hmm. But before Bangsar, I had stopped by at Sunway Pyramid to get yet another set of telephone wire and ADSL filter adapter thingy. My dog, namely Buttons, an absolutely adorable fluffy, puffy hairball Shih-Tsu, had, for the third time, tripped over the wire and broke it.
YeEeeEeSsSsSssss.... imagine the agony of not seeing loverboy online for a day.. ...
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NnNnNnoooOoOooo...... !!!!!!!!!!!
SSssSsSsssooooOooo, i dragged my sorry cute bum to Pyramid to get an extra loooooooooooonnnng pair of wire so that I could probably tack it to the wall.. .. or something like that to get the wire safe from furry paws. Spending 100 on wires just for the past month is ridiculous. I could even open a junk shop to sell my poor-dog.. ... -tormented.. wires. Hopefully someone would buy them to brutally murder a particular owner of an accessories company... HmmMmMm... ....
Yarrr.. and the computer shop girl is making more money. Maybe she has an agreement with my dogs .. .. for a share of doggie biscuits. ... Hmm... .. Will prod Buttons for some answers - well.. .prod his nose maybe. He's too blur to even notice that i had used an old hair clip to tie up his fringe into a ponytail.
I spent some time at MPH... looking at the magazines... it's a habit that I developed since I were in my previous employment - to look for accessories. I guess old habits die hard. And I saw the cover for Cleo Bachelors of the year 2005 - which is happening now, as i type this, at KLCC. Elly wanted me to meet her there.. But maybe i should spend some quiet time with myself. I haven't been in touch with myself lately. And that's why i really enjoy my solitary moments, just walking around shopping centres, musing silently to myself.
And they had this new rack of Birthday Books. And.. .. for some odd reason, instead of picking my date (December 17), my hand instinctively reached out for August 28 (loverboy's). It puzzled me, as I knew I am usually much more self loving and would prioritise.. .. my own..didn't really care of what else the world was doing. but it seems that my love has taken over my sub-concious mind too. And now, he's.. part of... me too. *sighs*.. I do miss him. This little book.. well, it described him well, about being the meticulous, perfectionist thinker. His life 'goal' surrounds around 'Order'. Mine, on the other hand, was 'Sincerity'. And yes, it's very true. Although I did not realise it myself, sincerity seemed to take an upper hand of my life.
Hmm.. maybe my sincerity makes me vulnerable. Giving all the time and not expecting anything in return.. Will ponder on that next time.
His dream ambition, whether he realises it or not, was to publish a book. Whether on life, love, a journal, or just.. something. Mine, as it says in the tiny book, is to prove something wrong. Something along the lines where that smart ass person proved that the world is not flat. And again, I was amused, because... that seemed to be what I have been trying to do.. . all this while. And I liked doing it - not to say that proving that others opinion is always wrong is healthy (except for some unusual cases like fucked up whores) but it does give me.. satisfaction!.
His lucky number is 1 and mine is 7. (put them together and you'd get my birthdate). However, Virgoes and Sagis are not very compatible together. But PpPpfffFfFfTtTt to that. I love him. Whether or not his horoscope sign is a seductive.. virgin.(hhhmm.. all so much the better!) hehe. My colour is Champagne Gold (to reflect my .. .. *ahem* glamoury regalnesss...) and he's purple (to reflect his.. urm... royalllness. ?) You know. Books like that are scary. They know too much for their own good. They are actually aliens disguised as birthdate books to take over the wwwoorrlldddd!!
.. .. ... .. .... .. NNnaaaaarrRrrRr... aliens have better things to do than to squeeze themselves into 10cm x 10cm books.. not very comfortable i think. Like disguise themselves into fucked up bosses... - at least they would have saggy boobs to pose for their 'accomplishment-on-earth' photos.. ..and i think they'd find themselves quite snug and comfy with the big arses and the extra flabs to keep them warm.
And then, after spying into the inner mind of my loverboy through the mind-harassing book, (and missing him even more) I found my crave - hand made cards from a.e.i.o.u studio. They are just so adorable and and.. .. so cute.. !.. I make cards like those all the time. - that's if and when i have the time and mood and occassion. I have pretty nifty fingers for handycraft. Resisted myself from buying too many.. i have enough cards to send to loverboy for every month of the year.. for 2 years. ........... . . in a way, i enjoy sending out cards like these because, i want to give.. pretty things to people and making them happy!. And it just makes me so.. . happy to know that someone else feels loved. .. ..
Anyway. I wandered around the fiction section and I was so delighted to find David Eddings new installment of The Dreamers. I had the first book, which was The Elder Gods and I happilly purchased The Treasured Ones. I was waiting for the paperback to come out. I don't like hard covers. They are just too heavy to hold up and read. And they hurt if they fall on you. I remember I had my poor breast bruised because I was holding up the hardcover over my chest and my hands were too weak to support the book. Never again i bought a hardcover-breast-harassing-book. Well, other than Harry Potter. I simply MUST get it within the week that it comes out. And the much much cheaper paperbacks only come out like 6 months after that only.. All scamssss...
I passsed the non-fiction shelves. I was not really a fan of reading .. real life stories. I can't take too much reality. I need my little space of unreality and fantasy to keep my life spiced up. I can't stay still in one spot for too long. I need to. .. .. imagine.. . things.. to keep myself amused. Reading about other sad realities.. . well.. .. not my glass of cocktail. I don't even like.. mushy love books. I thnk they are just too. .. .. soppy. Political books are just as good as sleeping pills. I don't mind the occassional mystery books, or thrillers. But i'd stick to fantasy. Fuels my imagination.
Hmm.... 2:31pm. I started this blog at 12:16pm. With the occassional chats to loverboy.. .. Maybe I should.. go out.. have some lunch.. and maybe come back and pack my room (again.. .. ). .. .. read more fantasy.. and maybe do a better job at the jig saw puzzle that he had given to me. my dogs keep running into my room and messing everything up and then i have to start alllll over again.
.. .. Just another weekend. I'll survive. Maybe i'll go buy a tub of Haagen Dazs ice cream too. Hmmm... yarrrr... maybe after I rob a bank, that is...
But above it all, my darling still loves me. *muahs*.
Friday, April 08, 2005
for l.o.v.e, fin@lly
It's 5:33am. I just finished changing the entire look of my blog. I started at 1am.. and after long hours of labour, I am finally so very very pleased with the new look of my blog. And the entire time, my loverboy was on my mind. It is... so sweet, when he.. actually made the effort to beautify his little spot on the internet. And knowing him, he couldn't have been bothered with things like this. With little hearts and tweaks to colours and fonts... i have to admit, he's a pretty fast learner for someone who has not really seen HTML codes. *hugs* My darling's so so so smart.
I rarely do major modifications to my sites unless I am in the mood. And yeah.. i felt in the mood this morning and I thought i had better take the opportunity to put in my own design.
And I, dedicate this site, with all it's true and sincere writings and confessions, with all my heart and soul, to my found love, William. I love you.
I rarely do major modifications to my sites unless I am in the mood. And yeah.. i felt in the mood this morning and I thought i had better take the opportunity to put in my own design.
And I, dedicate this site, with all it's true and sincere writings and confessions, with all my heart and soul, to my found love, William. I love you.
Wednesday, April 06, 2005
stolen k.i.s.s.e.s
Yesterday, after a heated session with the cock-sucker again, my mood turned sour. The arse-brainer wanted to keep my contact name cards. It's not stated in my bloody contract that the contacts would be under her possession when i leave the company. And she dare throw my beautiful aluminium card holder on the floor because she was such a sore loser that i was getting the upper hand of the situation!!!!... F.u.c.k.i.n.g B.i.t.c.h. Well, she is holding on to my salary till the 9th so that she can exert her 'power' over my employment. Hah!... Looosseeerrrr... Wait till i tell the newspapers that she has her own naked pictures in her computer and that she blows her hubby underneath her office table. .. ..
Don't ask.. but maybe you could read it in the newspapers soon. Hehe.
Well, after that horrible morning, and after I had consoled myself that she can't do anything to me cause she claimed that everything underneath her office roof is hers - and that includes the stuff in the computer (she said there was porn inside my computer... gosh.. are my pictures considered 18SX??... .. -.. hmm. maybe i could earn some side income... . *blinks*) - poor idiot. nothing else to penalise me. Boo - hoo. Hope your company dies and rot in the most sadistic way possible ever.
I stayed at home after that.. and then i got news that i have FINALLY graduated with my bloody IT Degree from QUT!!!!!!!!.... .. Yessssss... after the two whole days of depressing news, I was finally out from the pits of hell. Yar.. everyone is invited to my graduation - next year in March/April. hehehehe. (but yar. the bitch then emailed my university telling them that the certified copy of my final subject certificate is not valid. but i sorted that our smoothly by telling my university that my ex-boss is paranoid and that i would re-fax them another copy.. ).
PPppFFfFfFftttTtTt ...... ... ... some people are just lame losers.
Yar. Anyway. I celebrated my unemployment and graduation with my mummy at Burger King's. It was raining like dinosaurs and hippopptamus' and i was running across the street in my ultimately short TopShop mini skirt much to the amusement of some passers' by. .. .. .. What..??? haven't seen girl run across street in mini skirt wan arrrr??? Kampung la you all..
*Hsiang Yi and her best friend, Mee Teng*
~an original p@ssion-@rt
Well, Hsiang Yi wanted me to join her for a drinking session at Bar Flam (which incidentally, was one of the places where me and my loverboy were during the conference). with some of her guy friends. But i felt i wasn't up to it. I was missing my boyboy .. and i didn't want to meet any other strangers. And i didn't feel like getting pissed drunk. So, she negotiatied for a drink and dinner at a place near my home.
I have known her for.. ... .. like... 10 years!!.. That's... wow... long. But only recently we got closer, I guess.. since we started working in nearly the same line. She talked about her colleagues, and i listened.. and sometimes put in a word or two.. (most of the time referring to my loverboy... i had abruptly left him when were were chatting online prior to that in the middle of..... an interesting chat session.. and I was missing him... as usual) . And we shared some opinions about some.. intriguing issues.
I lead a life of happy go lucky. And she does too. She agrees to one night stands and non-comitted relationships. I, on the other hand, disagree to both opinions and that my pride and love for myself would definately be in the way if i were to lose my 'V' to some street guy that i met an hour ago at a club. I.. don't think i could go into a relationship 50/50. I know it's.. .. weird but.. that is how my heart wants it to be. Even when I was in Brisbane, single and available.
... Clubbing in Brisbane was a breeze. I could have thrown a rock from my apartment balcony and it would land smack right in the middle of the nearest life band playing at the open air pub/club. (yarrr.. and then someone would come up to my apartment floor, and i'd blink innocently.. and point to my housemate "he diddit!!!... spank him!! "). I would walk out from my apartment at 11pm at night, alone, to the nearest club which played my favourite RnB and Trance mixes. It would always be full of ang mohs, and the rare asian guys or even ABCs (australia born chinese). Well, they are not... . extremely cute. They were just.. . Average. Maybe I was used to seeing so many cute guys at once and my brain interpretations went amok.
I would queue up, and they would ALWAYS check my ID cause i looked like some young ... teenager... clubber-wannabe. And they would ALWAYS think that I am japanese for some odd reason. 'Moshi Moshi' they'd go. And i'd say. 'no, i am not japanese and you only say that when you are picking up a phone and not a chick'.
I only bring 3 things with me. My EftPOS card (something like a direct debit card), 18+ card (a card to prove that you are of legal age to do anything and everything to endanger your life and that you are responsible if you mess things up.. .. er.. and its a card to let you into clubs too.) and my apartment key (which i would stuff it at the band of my skirt and hoping that i won't fall. the cards go into the side of my bra. .. ... .. whatttt?... boobs are useful!!!... )
I didn't find a need to carry money. Because I know I would definately get a free drink or two from some.. approving guys. I got used to the attention. A single girl, in a club, all alone. Gosh. It scares me now, to think about it. so many things could have happened to me. But all i wanted to do was to get high on a few drinks.. and dance.. and go. Hmmm... I had my share of dirty dancing as well as... .. a few stolen kisses here and there.. Nothing worth mentioning about.. I was.. .. er.. a very.. good.. clubbing girl. I would leave at 4am in the morning and I would never ever let the guys walk me home or take them back for a 'nightcap'. Narrrrr.... I just.. .. was a good girl deep inside although i had many opportunities to 'swwingg it'.
*.. some animals... definately not one of the hunky ones.. but sweet all the same. hehe*
~an original p@ssion-@rt
Yeah. and then my housemates would find out that I had sneaked out. And then they'd nag and nag.. and nag at me. But i was there every thursday, friday and saturday. and if they follow me, they'd be my bodyguards and they would be extremely edgy when an unfamiliar guy comes close to me... Awwww.. they are just sooo sweeet.. (and hunky, and cute, and their pecs [edit: pectorals - loverboy thought it was 'something' else..... haihhh])... wwooooo..... sexxeeh.... all nine of them... all SINGLE... yar.. all hanging out at my apartment.. nearly every day... half naked... going down to the pool... ... .. .. ah well.. ..... .. none of them were my type anyway. )
Hsiang on the other hand, would have taken every opportunity to 'swwwinggg it'.. one night stand kinda stuff. And she likes her freedom in her relationship if she has one, and I do too. I am quite contented now, he gives me my time to hang out with my girls, to spend time with my mummy, to go for supper with guy friends... *nods nods*.. I'm happy ne. Very happilly in love. And I wished he were back here. But it will be very soon now.... it's April already!. ... another couple of months to go.. !
Back when I was.. single.. I wasn't really .. available.. I guess I wasn't really looking. So I would go for the occassional flirts... dinner partners.. loving the attention.. and being in the game. I did enjoy myself. It was sorta becoming boring though... towards the end of last year. Always seeing the same jerks at the same places... I just wanted to settle down with a good.. good.. boy. And not the guys at Passion, Poppy Garden, Bangsar.. .. or.. . anywhere else. Not to say that I wanted my wings to be clipped... ... .. but i just wanted to lie.. low. And be happy all the time.. and not be happy for the moment only.
And I became quite the drinker. I knew my limits, and I had never got pissed drunk. I guess it's all in the way you drink or eat before that. I knew how to .. .. puke my alcohol out when i know it's too much.. and.. Voila!... i'd be dancing and drinking again like i have never seen the insides of a toilet bowl!... (ahem.. this reminds me of the time that I pulled my boyfriend-to-be to the toilet during the night of my birthday at The Beach. I had practically dragged him with me when i needed to go empty all the 'money' that was in my tummy. Poor boy... ).
But now, clubbing.. ... .. doesn't .. give me that shivers of anticipation anymore. Maybe not as much. And listening to my not so close girl friends talk about their conquests with this many many many and many guys.. . well... i guess they won't be expecting the awed reaction from me.. I have long since labeled these kinda girls as sluts ler... i don't see myself jumping from one guy to another.. or hankering after their money.. or drooling over their looks .. and dump them when they are old, saggy and poor. Nah.. I had rather opt for some thing more.. .. eternal.
Siew Lee on the other hand, shares my views... but she is more... .. cautious.. She says that she's not 'steady' in her relationship yet and that she would need at least yearssss.. to be sure that he's the one. What does.. . 'steady' means?... I mean. well, i have met william's parents and he has met mine too. Does that mean... steady?... His mummy .. well, she kinda treats me like a long lost daughter.... . and sometimes... *ahem*.. she does bring up the term daughter-in-law.. But somehow or rather, i am not.. . disturbed by that. *shrugs*.. Well, steady or not steady... it doesn't really matter. At all.
I don't know but I believe,
Don't ask.. but maybe you could read it in the newspapers soon. Hehe.
Well, after that horrible morning, and after I had consoled myself that she can't do anything to me cause she claimed that everything underneath her office roof is hers - and that includes the stuff in the computer (she said there was porn inside my computer... gosh.. are my pictures considered 18SX??... .. -.. hmm. maybe i could earn some side income... . *blinks*) - poor idiot. nothing else to penalise me. Boo - hoo. Hope your company dies and rot in the most sadistic way possible ever.
I stayed at home after that.. and then i got news that i have FINALLY graduated with my bloody IT Degree from QUT!!!!!!!!.... .. Yessssss... after the two whole days of depressing news, I was finally out from the pits of hell. Yar.. everyone is invited to my graduation - next year in March/April. hehehehe. (but yar. the bitch then emailed my university telling them that the certified copy of my final subject certificate is not valid. but i sorted that our smoothly by telling my university that my ex-boss is paranoid and that i would re-fax them another copy.. ).
PPppFFfFfFftttTtTt ...... ... ... some people are just lame losers.
Yar. Anyway. I celebrated my unemployment and graduation with my mummy at Burger King's. It was raining like dinosaurs and hippopptamus' and i was running across the street in my ultimately short TopShop mini skirt much to the amusement of some passers' by. .. .. .. What..??? haven't seen girl run across street in mini skirt wan arrrr??? Kampung la you all..
*Hsiang Yi and her best friend, Mee Teng*
~an original p@ssion-@rt
Well, Hsiang Yi wanted me to join her for a drinking session at Bar Flam (which incidentally, was one of the places where me and my loverboy were during the conference). with some of her guy friends. But i felt i wasn't up to it. I was missing my boyboy .. and i didn't want to meet any other strangers. And i didn't feel like getting pissed drunk. So, she negotiatied for a drink and dinner at a place near my home.
I have known her for.. ... .. like... 10 years!!.. That's... wow... long. But only recently we got closer, I guess.. since we started working in nearly the same line. She talked about her colleagues, and i listened.. and sometimes put in a word or two.. (most of the time referring to my loverboy... i had abruptly left him when were were chatting online prior to that in the middle of..... an interesting chat session.. and I was missing him... as usual) . And we shared some opinions about some.. intriguing issues.
I lead a life of happy go lucky. And she does too. She agrees to one night stands and non-comitted relationships. I, on the other hand, disagree to both opinions and that my pride and love for myself would definately be in the way if i were to lose my 'V' to some street guy that i met an hour ago at a club. I.. don't think i could go into a relationship 50/50. I know it's.. .. weird but.. that is how my heart wants it to be. Even when I was in Brisbane, single and available.
... Clubbing in Brisbane was a breeze. I could have thrown a rock from my apartment balcony and it would land smack right in the middle of the nearest life band playing at the open air pub/club. (yarrr.. and then someone would come up to my apartment floor, and i'd blink innocently.. and point to my housemate "he diddit!!!... spank him!! "). I would walk out from my apartment at 11pm at night, alone, to the nearest club which played my favourite RnB and Trance mixes. It would always be full of ang mohs, and the rare asian guys or even ABCs (australia born chinese). Well, they are not... . extremely cute. They were just.. . Average. Maybe I was used to seeing so many cute guys at once and my brain interpretations went amok.
I would queue up, and they would ALWAYS check my ID cause i looked like some young ... teenager... clubber-wannabe. And they would ALWAYS think that I am japanese for some odd reason. 'Moshi Moshi' they'd go. And i'd say. 'no, i am not japanese and you only say that when you are picking up a phone and not a chick'.
I only bring 3 things with me. My EftPOS card (something like a direct debit card), 18+ card (a card to prove that you are of legal age to do anything and everything to endanger your life and that you are responsible if you mess things up.. .. er.. and its a card to let you into clubs too.) and my apartment key (which i would stuff it at the band of my skirt and hoping that i won't fall. the cards go into the side of my bra. .. ... .. whatttt?... boobs are useful!!!... )
I didn't find a need to carry money. Because I know I would definately get a free drink or two from some.. approving guys. I got used to the attention. A single girl, in a club, all alone. Gosh. It scares me now, to think about it. so many things could have happened to me. But all i wanted to do was to get high on a few drinks.. and dance.. and go. Hmmm... I had my share of dirty dancing as well as... .. a few stolen kisses here and there.. Nothing worth mentioning about.. I was.. .. er.. a very.. good.. clubbing girl. I would leave at 4am in the morning and I would never ever let the guys walk me home or take them back for a 'nightcap'. Narrrrr.... I just.. .. was a good girl deep inside although i had many opportunities to 'swwingg it'.
*.. some animals... definately not one of the hunky ones.. but sweet all the same. hehe*
~an original p@ssion-@rt
Yeah. and then my housemates would find out that I had sneaked out. And then they'd nag and nag.. and nag at me. But i was there every thursday, friday and saturday. and if they follow me, they'd be my bodyguards and they would be extremely edgy when an unfamiliar guy comes close to me... Awwww.. they are just sooo sweeet.. (and hunky, and cute, and their pecs [edit: pectorals - loverboy thought it was 'something' else..... haihhh])... wwooooo..... sexxeeh.... all nine of them... all SINGLE... yar.. all hanging out at my apartment.. nearly every day... half naked... going down to the pool... ... .. .. ah well.. ..... .. none of them were my type anyway. )
Hsiang on the other hand, would have taken every opportunity to 'swwwinggg it'.. one night stand kinda stuff. And she likes her freedom in her relationship if she has one, and I do too. I am quite contented now, he gives me my time to hang out with my girls, to spend time with my mummy, to go for supper with guy friends... *nods nods*.. I'm happy ne. Very happilly in love. And I wished he were back here. But it will be very soon now.... it's April already!. ... another couple of months to go.. !
Back when I was.. single.. I wasn't really .. available.. I guess I wasn't really looking. So I would go for the occassional flirts... dinner partners.. loving the attention.. and being in the game. I did enjoy myself. It was sorta becoming boring though... towards the end of last year. Always seeing the same jerks at the same places... I just wanted to settle down with a good.. good.. boy. And not the guys at Passion, Poppy Garden, Bangsar.. .. or.. . anywhere else. Not to say that I wanted my wings to be clipped... ... .. but i just wanted to lie.. low. And be happy all the time.. and not be happy for the moment only.
And I became quite the drinker. I knew my limits, and I had never got pissed drunk. I guess it's all in the way you drink or eat before that. I knew how to .. .. puke my alcohol out when i know it's too much.. and.. Voila!... i'd be dancing and drinking again like i have never seen the insides of a toilet bowl!... (ahem.. this reminds me of the time that I pulled my boyfriend-to-be to the toilet during the night of my birthday at The Beach. I had practically dragged him with me when i needed to go empty all the 'money' that was in my tummy. Poor boy... ).
But now, clubbing.. ... .. doesn't .. give me that shivers of anticipation anymore. Maybe not as much. And listening to my not so close girl friends talk about their conquests with this many many many and many guys.. . well... i guess they won't be expecting the awed reaction from me.. I have long since labeled these kinda girls as sluts ler... i don't see myself jumping from one guy to another.. or hankering after their money.. or drooling over their looks .. and dump them when they are old, saggy and poor. Nah.. I had rather opt for some thing more.. .. eternal.
Siew Lee on the other hand, shares my views... but she is more... .. cautious.. She says that she's not 'steady' in her relationship yet and that she would need at least yearssss.. to be sure that he's the one. What does.. . 'steady' means?... I mean. well, i have met william's parents and he has met mine too. Does that mean... steady?... His mummy .. well, she kinda treats me like a long lost daughter.... . and sometimes... *ahem*.. she does bring up the term daughter-in-law.. But somehow or rather, i am not.. . disturbed by that. *shrugs*.. Well, steady or not steady... it doesn't really matter. At all.
I don't know but I believe,
That some things are meant to be,
And that you'd make a better me..
Everyday I love you.
*hugs*... You made a better me, my love. You made me a better woman.
.. ... .. and that guy at the IDP place .. . naahhhh..... he wasn't as cute as you (... blinks... you know ar.. he was so helpful, you know. straight away help me photostat even though ar.. have to go out to photostat wan you know... Then hor, so nice chop and sign my certificate for me hor, and even offered to fax for me all the way to Brisbane. Then he even wanted to belanja me lunch you know.. But... .. ... .. I love you mmmahh.. muahs.. .... .if i single horrr.... ... long timeeee gone already... hhehe)..
*hugs*... You made a better me, my love. You made me a better woman.
.. ... .. and that guy at the IDP place .. . naahhhh..... he wasn't as cute as you (... blinks... you know ar.. he was so helpful, you know. straight away help me photostat even though ar.. have to go out to photostat wan you know... Then hor, so nice chop and sign my certificate for me hor, and even offered to fax for me all the way to Brisbane. Then he even wanted to belanja me lunch you know.. But... .. ... .. I love you mmmahh.. muahs.. .... .if i single horrr.... ... long timeeee gone already... hhehe)..
Monday, April 04, 2005
l.o.v.e.d by @ll
Yessssss.... I am finally out of the god damned Axxezz company. Axxezz sucks to the max and God help those assholes who are still working in there. (except for Sky and Elly, i still love them). And there was I - very late to work as usual - and the bitch just called me in the office and gave me the sack. I was suprised, but it seems that she had read some personal mail of Uma and I. Well, that's too bad. At least she knows what i think of her.
She gave stupid reasons saying that I can't go near my desk because she wanted to do some 'spring cleaning'. and the fucked up whore kept my name card folder, with all my contacts in it. And she even claimed it as hers when Sky and Elly saw her taking it out from my desk.
And then, she even had to throw in bull shit about other employees talking about me, and I don't even give a shit if she had talked about me to my mother. 'Oh Lynn, i would have given you Uma's post if you had thought more about me'. Yaaaarrr rite.... I would have thought about you drowning in a sewage pond, with whore eating piranhas in there. Add some giant leeches and sulfuric acid into the water too. Oh yeah, the piranhas and leeches has to be immune to acid.
Thank goodness i had took all my work out of the computer. And i had a password installed to windows too. Ah well. All is not lost. She can keep my rubbish. Haha. Let her clean up my table. Haha. Up yours, fuckin' bitch. And take your company and shove it up your fat arse.
I now worry about Sky and Elly. They had been... ... the only 'life' i had at Axxezz for the past few months. They made me laugh, they made me feel as if i was so old. They had spirit, joy and all the other matured people problems too. I grew very attached to them when all the other senior OLD staff ignored us.
I would forever remember the times when we would be rushing for spring displays, those mannequins that stank of the whore's breath and shaped like the mutated backside that housed her brains. Working late nights with them, along side with Sky's calmness (well, sometimes).. and Elly's rollercoster mood turns. But I loved every second with them although I was hurting deep inside by the way the slut was treating me.
They learn very fast. They also managed my moods very nicely. They were always there when i needed a piece of bread or duck rice. We had memorable moments at the coffee shop down at Pekan Subang for chicken rice and sour plum juice. Sitting there, chit chatting about life, love and work, and other perverted stuff that they always think of. Sky would be looking out for hunky guys with firm asses, Elly would be scouting them out for him, and I would just enjoy the views of those bums... to err. .. give comments.
They seemed so different from the day they first worked with me. They seemed so grown up now, learning the twist and turns on how to manipulate a difficult mother whore and learning how to .. work. I have always gave them my honest opinions about things - things like their attitude, their work practices and their relationships... . anything at all. and I hope that they would appreciate my nonsense as much as I appreciate their companionship and support.
I also missed Jessie and Nessie. Jessie was the cool machine at work and Nessie was just the pepper and spice and everything 'wwaasssupp'. I love my colleagues.. well... .. now my ex-colleagues. I would definately miss the times when I would go out with Elly to Bangsar and Passion and.. everywhere which had good F&B, some hip hop for Elly to hop-hop to, free drinks and hunky cute guys. .. ... *sighs*... ..
I miss you guys. I really do.
I'd like to take this oppurtunity to say thank you so much, especially to Sky, Elly and Jessie (if you guys are reading), for your moral support, for putting up with my tempers, for just... being there .. because you guys kept my sanity together. Both of you have great potential, and for heaven's sake please get out of there as soon as your one year is up because you will end up .. .. bad. Or maybe even brain washed by that vile, disgusting woman.. .. creature. I want you guys to have a great, prosperous future in whatever you choose to do, because you people DESERVE it. You guys deserve the best and only the best and you can achieve that by being with the best and being the best.
Sayonara. and seriously, look out for my brand of accessories, soon. and I will definately only hire the best, which might be you guys. ;). Thank you and sorry if I have been the bitchiest colleague that you ever had. Hey, at least i'm cuter than that kampung SLUT!.
And yes, .. ... I thank you, to Sharm, for coming all the way to see me even though you had tons to study for your CLP papers. I thank you Sky, for listening to my cries for help to get my preccciioussss name cards back. I thank you to dear... dear... Elly, who called to ask me if I were ok. And yes, lesbian-dancing-partner, i owe you a night out on friday. I missed those times.. and it would definately go on until I have to shift my focus to Singapore. I want to thank you Hsiang Yi for chatting to me, calming me down and asking me to go for yam cha, and i will go out with you when I have cooled down and when I am able to drive like a normal person again and not like some blind bat (puffy eyes.. yar.. can't help it.).. To my aunts from Singapore whom had listened to my wrath when they called at a very bad time. And not to forget, the famous goddamned bitch on earth, my ex-boss, who paid me to let me get out of her sight .. thanks... i really needed it.
.. and last but not least, as soon as I left the office, the only one person whom i had in my mind, heart and soul, whom i had sms-ed first, my darling love, who called all the way from a gadzillion miles away and calmed me down after an hour long of conversation. I love you, William. Thank you so so much, my love.
And to those whom I did not tell about my 'happy' situation, especially Chui Ling, Jess ... . i will tell you soon. Definately. I shall spread the word about the crappiest job i had ever taken on.
I love all of you.
*sky the pretty ponytailed girl*
~an original p@ssion-@rt
*siew lee with bronze hair*
~an original p@ssion-@rt
*jess & sharm - bestest partners in crime*
~an original p@ssion-@rt
*elly, lynn, nessie & sky being very.. . Bollywoody*
~an original p@ssion-@rt
She gave stupid reasons saying that I can't go near my desk because she wanted to do some 'spring cleaning'. and the fucked up whore kept my name card folder, with all my contacts in it. And she even claimed it as hers when Sky and Elly saw her taking it out from my desk.
And then, she even had to throw in bull shit about other employees talking about me, and I don't even give a shit if she had talked about me to my mother. 'Oh Lynn, i would have given you Uma's post if you had thought more about me'. Yaaaarrr rite.... I would have thought about you drowning in a sewage pond, with whore eating piranhas in there. Add some giant leeches and sulfuric acid into the water too. Oh yeah, the piranhas and leeches has to be immune to acid.
Thank goodness i had took all my work out of the computer. And i had a password installed to windows too. Ah well. All is not lost. She can keep my rubbish. Haha. Let her clean up my table. Haha. Up yours, fuckin' bitch. And take your company and shove it up your fat arse.
I now worry about Sky and Elly. They had been... ... the only 'life' i had at Axxezz for the past few months. They made me laugh, they made me feel as if i was so old. They had spirit, joy and all the other matured people problems too. I grew very attached to them when all the other senior OLD staff ignored us.
I would forever remember the times when we would be rushing for spring displays, those mannequins that stank of the whore's breath and shaped like the mutated backside that housed her brains. Working late nights with them, along side with Sky's calmness (well, sometimes).. and Elly's rollercoster mood turns. But I loved every second with them although I was hurting deep inside by the way the slut was treating me.
They learn very fast. They also managed my moods very nicely. They were always there when i needed a piece of bread or duck rice. We had memorable moments at the coffee shop down at Pekan Subang for chicken rice and sour plum juice. Sitting there, chit chatting about life, love and work, and other perverted stuff that they always think of. Sky would be looking out for hunky guys with firm asses, Elly would be scouting them out for him, and I would just enjoy the views of those bums... to err. .. give comments.
They seemed so different from the day they first worked with me. They seemed so grown up now, learning the twist and turns on how to manipulate a difficult mother whore and learning how to .. work. I have always gave them my honest opinions about things - things like their attitude, their work practices and their relationships... . anything at all. and I hope that they would appreciate my nonsense as much as I appreciate their companionship and support.
I also missed Jessie and Nessie. Jessie was the cool machine at work and Nessie was just the pepper and spice and everything 'wwaasssupp'. I love my colleagues.. well... .. now my ex-colleagues. I would definately miss the times when I would go out with Elly to Bangsar and Passion and.. everywhere which had good F&B, some hip hop for Elly to hop-hop to, free drinks and hunky cute guys. .. ... *sighs*... ..
I miss you guys. I really do.
I'd like to take this oppurtunity to say thank you so much, especially to Sky, Elly and Jessie (if you guys are reading), for your moral support, for putting up with my tempers, for just... being there .. because you guys kept my sanity together. Both of you have great potential, and for heaven's sake please get out of there as soon as your one year is up because you will end up .. .. bad. Or maybe even brain washed by that vile, disgusting woman.. .. creature. I want you guys to have a great, prosperous future in whatever you choose to do, because you people DESERVE it. You guys deserve the best and only the best and you can achieve that by being with the best and being the best.
Sayonara. and seriously, look out for my brand of accessories, soon. and I will definately only hire the best, which might be you guys. ;). Thank you and sorry if I have been the bitchiest colleague that you ever had. Hey, at least i'm cuter than that kampung SLUT!.
And yes, .. ... I thank you, to Sharm, for coming all the way to see me even though you had tons to study for your CLP papers. I thank you Sky, for listening to my cries for help to get my preccciioussss name cards back. I thank you to dear... dear... Elly, who called to ask me if I were ok. And yes, lesbian-dancing-partner, i owe you a night out on friday. I missed those times.. and it would definately go on until I have to shift my focus to Singapore. I want to thank you Hsiang Yi for chatting to me, calming me down and asking me to go for yam cha, and i will go out with you when I have cooled down and when I am able to drive like a normal person again and not like some blind bat (puffy eyes.. yar.. can't help it.).. To my aunts from Singapore whom had listened to my wrath when they called at a very bad time. And not to forget, the famous goddamned bitch on earth, my ex-boss, who paid me to let me get out of her sight .. thanks... i really needed it.
.. and last but not least, as soon as I left the office, the only one person whom i had in my mind, heart and soul, whom i had sms-ed first, my darling love, who called all the way from a gadzillion miles away and calmed me down after an hour long of conversation. I love you, William. Thank you so so much, my love.
And to those whom I did not tell about my 'happy' situation, especially Chui Ling, Jess ... . i will tell you soon. Definately. I shall spread the word about the crappiest job i had ever taken on.
I love all of you.
*sky the pretty ponytailed girl*
~an original p@ssion-@rt
*siew lee with bronze hair*
~an original p@ssion-@rt
*jess & sharm - bestest partners in crime*
~an original p@ssion-@rt
*elly, lynn, nessie & sky being very.. . Bollywoody*
~an original p@ssion-@rt
*my darling love & me @ Pangkor*
~an original p@ssion-@rt
bleeding h.e.@.r.t.s
Today, i had spent half a day with William's mother. She's a marvelous lady. She suggested the Curve, and I took her to the Curve. She wanted baked rice with cheese, and I took her to Kim Gary's. She wanted to buy me a green laced skirt, and I had let her. She wanted to have tea at Dome's, and I had a great time learning more about her. I would love to think of her as my future mummy-in-law. She misses both her sons, and I am extremely happy that she loves my company. She has so many things in her mind, and I am glad that I could help listen to her chatters. She has scars deep within her, and I am glad that I can sometimes provide the plaster to help ease the pain a little. She has a son whom i love very much, and I am so blessed that he loves me so much too.
I have a great mother. She paints her nails in 10 different colours - from the bright baby chick yellow colour to the electric purple that I thought was too loud for me. She borrows my dresses and hair pieces - and rarely buys any for her self. She wears my funky slippers and parades around with her adorable, sweet and childish tie up dresses with butterfly clips in her hair - with that everlasting smile on her cheeky face. She'd wear spaghetti straps without her bra and still look hot in them. She'd greet you with a pleasant, sincere smile, with her laugh lines at the outer corner of her eyes flashing cheekily. She has a firm hand shake and she is a woman who would not stand any nonsense. She's a perfectionist and a fighter. She's straightforward, honest and hardworking. She hated all the guys that i had friends for, but she liked William at first sight. I love her.
I have a wonderful boyfriend. I was missing him from the very second i typed good bye on MSN to him this morning, till the time he typed 'miuuu miuuuu' to welcome me home in the evening. The entire day, i held on to my phone, resisting the urge to sms him the 100th time, to tell him that i miss him, and that i love him so dearly, and that my heart feels so empty without his presence. And my heart would jump in delight when an sms would announce itself - and it would always be him - and if it was from anyone else, i'd actually be disappointed... and hope that the next one would be from him. Even in traffic jams, or while waiting for someone in the car, or even when waiting for my food, i'd take a peek at my phone wallpaper - his picture - and start playing Bubble Smile ( a game which involves some.. colourful balls and .. making diagonal lines ), because he used to play it a lot when he was back here, and it keeps my mind occupied.. while still missing him.. and its... in a way.. comforting. Reading his past sms messages .. .. would bring a smile to my lips... even if Gina stood on my toes in her horrible green pumps and started to dance the macarena.
.. .. I just want him to know, that I would always be around..
For him.
.. .. and in love..
With him.
I have a great mother. She paints her nails in 10 different colours - from the bright baby chick yellow colour to the electric purple that I thought was too loud for me. She borrows my dresses and hair pieces - and rarely buys any for her self. She wears my funky slippers and parades around with her adorable, sweet and childish tie up dresses with butterfly clips in her hair - with that everlasting smile on her cheeky face. She'd wear spaghetti straps without her bra and still look hot in them. She'd greet you with a pleasant, sincere smile, with her laugh lines at the outer corner of her eyes flashing cheekily. She has a firm hand shake and she is a woman who would not stand any nonsense. She's a perfectionist and a fighter. She's straightforward, honest and hardworking. She hated all the guys that i had friends for, but she liked William at first sight. I love her.
I have a wonderful boyfriend. I was missing him from the very second i typed good bye on MSN to him this morning, till the time he typed 'miuuu miuuuu' to welcome me home in the evening. The entire day, i held on to my phone, resisting the urge to sms him the 100th time, to tell him that i miss him, and that i love him so dearly, and that my heart feels so empty without his presence. And my heart would jump in delight when an sms would announce itself - and it would always be him - and if it was from anyone else, i'd actually be disappointed... and hope that the next one would be from him. Even in traffic jams, or while waiting for someone in the car, or even when waiting for my food, i'd take a peek at my phone wallpaper - his picture - and start playing Bubble Smile ( a game which involves some.. colourful balls and .. making diagonal lines ), because he used to play it a lot when he was back here, and it keeps my mind occupied.. while still missing him.. and its... in a way.. comforting. Reading his past sms messages .. .. would bring a smile to my lips... even if Gina stood on my toes in her horrible green pumps and started to dance the macarena.
.. .. I just want him to know, that I would always be around..
For him.
.. .. and in love..
With him.
*together*
~an original p@ssion-@rt
Sunday, April 03, 2005
Th@nk you, B.I.T.C.H
Dear Miss Gina,
It's been more than a year already, since I had first stepped foot into Axxezz. And it seemed just like yesterday when finally everything seemed in place after all the mess. I remember those late nights, before you went off for your flights... And i would help you complete your last minute work.. ... It was a great pleasure working for you.
I would like to thank you for taking me in. Thank you for maximising my capabilities. Thank you for teaching me that an office is not a playground. Thank you for showing me that the work place is actually a warzone and that working life is tough.
Thank you for making me realise my various potentials. I had also learnt that my talents and abilities would be much appreciated if I moved on. And lastly, thank you for being a great boss.
lynn
It's been more than a year already, since I had first stepped foot into Axxezz. And it seemed just like yesterday when finally everything seemed in place after all the mess. I remember those late nights, before you went off for your flights... And i would help you complete your last minute work.. ... It was a great pleasure working for you.
I would like to thank you for taking me in. Thank you for maximising my capabilities. Thank you for teaching me that an office is not a playground. Thank you for showing me that the work place is actually a warzone and that working life is tough.
Thank you for making me realise my various potentials. I had also learnt that my talents and abilities would be much appreciated if I moved on. And lastly, thank you for being a great boss.
lynn
h.e.x.i.c minds
I went to watch Hitch (by Will Smith) with Nicky this afternoon, not before asking William for permission (.. i just felt like .. i just needed a go ahead signal from the one i plan to be with for the rest of my life. and that he should know who i am going out with). The movie was sweet and funny. Go and watch it. But it's a whole new feeling watching a movie like that, when you are in a relationship. You would never have to wonder what would have that kiss tasted like, or the wonderful feeling of being in love which the characters on screen would try to portray. My heart was so contented knowing that whatever they were acting out on screen, was happening to me. Being in love and all that little pink and white and purple butterflies clouding up your misted mind - i love being in love.
Nicky was rather quiet the entire movie. The entire place were swarmed with couples. I had wanted to ask Siew Lee to join us but she was not available. But I guess the both of us were used to being together as best friends, and we were always thought to be a couple when we were together. I didn't mind, and i know Nicky doesn't mind. We had always brushed it away easily. I was never his type anyway. Hehe.
I was messaging William on my handphone as usual. And I think Nicky noticed it. And he knew whom I was messaging. He kept glancing at my handphone screen. But I couldn't be bothered. I just missed loverboy. Well, Nicky has been a little bit distant since he knew that I had a new love. Well... come to think of it, most of my guy friends became distant when they found out. Ah well. their lost. I don't really care. I am happy with just my darling love. And he'd reply to all my smses.. even though he's sleeping.. or.. whatever. He'd just.. reply. And I love him for that.
Nicky has this habit of glancing or looking at simple, long haired, wearing slippers... kinda girl. You know, those bimbos with boobs for brains. I'd tease him .. and he had even make me wait for a good 10 minutes while he was chatting up some.. ... pale skinned, doll faced girl at the lap top counter. Tsk tsk tsk tsk... .. guys. Constantly attracted to walking barbie dolls with nothing but plastic (or rubber) for brains.
I noticed that, when i walk, I keep my head up straight, with an arrogant stride... with so much.. confidence that would knock William Hung off his feet, into a drain and get flushed into the reservoir by a wave of Tsunami. I would not make eye contact with anyone, but would look past them.. I'd totally ignore stares from 'not-my-standard' type of guys and might even flip a third finger if I were in the Bitchy mode and they were being irritants. I feel that I might even have .. .. this oozing.. . aura of bitchiness around me. But, I am proud to be myself. And I take pride in my presence I guess... Not that I am bitchy. I just.. have my confidence in my existance and that I should walk the earth proudly. And Nicky would try to keep up. So far, only William has matched my steps. And I love him so much for that too.
Yeah. and I get dirty stares from other girls. *pppppffttttt * to them.
But it was good catching up with Nicky. I was rather tired the entire day as i had slept over the amount of hours that I can sleep. (i can only sleep at least 5 hours. more than that, and i'll end up feeling tired the entire day). But i had to drag my ass out of bed. (yar.. i had closed my eyes for like 5mins... .. ). I missed my friends. All of them have their own busy lives. Siew Lee has her guy, Sharm has her books.. ... The rest have their work and other problems in life. But I did catch up with Sharm on Friday.
I like... hanging out.. chilling out at TGIF. Either One utama or Subang Parade. I like the mood of the dim ambience. It doesn't hurt my eyes, they serve good finger food, great margaritas, and slurpi-licious mud cakes. I was there with Sharm for a couple of hours. Sitting there, it brought back memories of my college days, when i was still an unriped adult, with my then-best friend. We would laugh, we would talk about the same things over and over again... and still laugh to tears over it. We would celebrate our success for our project (which had taken us 1 day to complete whilst the rest of the other .. .. 'pea-ple' [pea-ple - people with pea sized knowledge span].. in class took 3 months to do an an average presentation - and trust me, our presentation blew the eyes out of our competing team of turds. With our new Altec Lansing speakers and groovy music with animation that would pass as an advert on TV, we still held our title of 'The snobbiest group of the year' - well, i was proud of it. being different is better than being nothing at all. ) .. .. .. Reminicing memories can sometimes be sad - that so called best friend.. became... paranoid with an overwhelming jealousy towards me (because she couldn't keep up, i guess)... in the later years of university.
.......*pppffttttttt* to her too.
But my memories with Sharm.. .. and Jess.. would forever be laugh-able. Even the time in Standard 6, after being labeled a the noisiest class of the week, we had to do some social cleaning up work. Jess would be carrying the big black plastic bag, filling it with leaves, to the extent of plucking fresh green leaves from trees and dried ones from the drain in effort to fill up the darn bag. Sharm would trample on a measly straw and declare it to be the biggest piece of rubbish anyone has ever seen, and I... would just shake my head and laugh at their hillarious antics. I think we even tried to stuff a cracked dustbin into the plastic bag. And the thing ripped the bag open.. and there goes green leaves, dried leaves, harassed straws.. all over the place again. And we'd blink innocently, and leave the crime scene faster than anyone can say 'peanut butter'.
And Sharm and I managed to spend 15 minutes at Sin Ma (a direct competitor to Axxezz.. and i was gloating at the thought if I had left Axxezz and joined them.. nyehehehe. ..gina would probably pull out all of her hair [and hopefully killing herself in the process after going through loads and loads of misery..... ohhh... my hair.... my hairr... my BbbbeaAauuutiifulll hhhaaiirr!... ] as I spill the beans on her crappy designs) arguing over what colour toe rings should we get. After much amount of haggling and bustling with our confused, immature minds, we finally settled on matching toe rings - Sharm would take the white one and I would take the black one. We gleefully hopped to the nearest chair to put on our new .. .. toys. And... .. after staring at our toes for a minute... we decided that my toe would look better with the white one, whilst her toe would look like Ms Universe if she had the black one. Yar. so we swapped toe rings. Then we stared at our toes again.. and even wriggled them for added effect. Yar. they definately looked better. If anyone had been watching us, they'd have called the security guards and most probably they'd invite the mental hospital to come and study our rare case of toe-obsessed-weirdness. Yay. I was happy with my toe and toe ring. And my other toe toe toe toe toe toe toe toe toe. .. .. (.. ... that's altogether 10 toes. .. right?)
.. . no no.. you got it wrong. It's 5 toes on the right, and 5 toes on the left. Not all on the right..
.. ... .. *thinks.. .. thinks.. . blinks.. *.. Yarrrrr smartass.. now go and milk the cow.
Yes.. Friends are very healthy to the mind. And William is the medicine to all illnesses.
.. .. .. ... .. The bitch of a Gina had changed my password to access my office mail. I mean, wtf is she trying to prove? I have not left the office yet wommmaaann..... but I could LEAVE NOW if you wished me to !!!... don't have to invade my privacy, you pissed face mother fucckkkkeerrr!!! STOP HARRASSING US INNOCENT EMPLOYEES BBBBIIIITTTTTTCCCCCCCCHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHh
.................... ahh. i feel much better now. and with many rounds of Hexic on MSN messenger with my darling.. i really do feel much better. And I love him for that too. Muahs.
*best toe friends forever!*
~an original p@ssion-@rt
Nicky was rather quiet the entire movie. The entire place were swarmed with couples. I had wanted to ask Siew Lee to join us but she was not available. But I guess the both of us were used to being together as best friends, and we were always thought to be a couple when we were together. I didn't mind, and i know Nicky doesn't mind. We had always brushed it away easily. I was never his type anyway. Hehe.
I was messaging William on my handphone as usual. And I think Nicky noticed it. And he knew whom I was messaging. He kept glancing at my handphone screen. But I couldn't be bothered. I just missed loverboy. Well, Nicky has been a little bit distant since he knew that I had a new love. Well... come to think of it, most of my guy friends became distant when they found out. Ah well. their lost. I don't really care. I am happy with just my darling love. And he'd reply to all my smses.. even though he's sleeping.. or.. whatever. He'd just.. reply. And I love him for that.
Nicky has this habit of glancing or looking at simple, long haired, wearing slippers... kinda girl. You know, those bimbos with boobs for brains. I'd tease him .. and he had even make me wait for a good 10 minutes while he was chatting up some.. ... pale skinned, doll faced girl at the lap top counter. Tsk tsk tsk tsk... .. guys. Constantly attracted to walking barbie dolls with nothing but plastic (or rubber) for brains.
I noticed that, when i walk, I keep my head up straight, with an arrogant stride... with so much.. confidence that would knock William Hung off his feet, into a drain and get flushed into the reservoir by a wave of Tsunami. I would not make eye contact with anyone, but would look past them.. I'd totally ignore stares from 'not-my-standard' type of guys and might even flip a third finger if I were in the Bitchy mode and they were being irritants. I feel that I might even have .. .. this oozing.. . aura of bitchiness around me. But, I am proud to be myself. And I take pride in my presence I guess... Not that I am bitchy. I just.. have my confidence in my existance and that I should walk the earth proudly. And Nicky would try to keep up. So far, only William has matched my steps. And I love him so much for that too.
Yeah. and I get dirty stares from other girls. *pppppffttttt * to them.
But it was good catching up with Nicky. I was rather tired the entire day as i had slept over the amount of hours that I can sleep. (i can only sleep at least 5 hours. more than that, and i'll end up feeling tired the entire day). But i had to drag my ass out of bed. (yar.. i had closed my eyes for like 5mins... .. ). I missed my friends. All of them have their own busy lives. Siew Lee has her guy, Sharm has her books.. ... The rest have their work and other problems in life. But I did catch up with Sharm on Friday.
I like... hanging out.. chilling out at TGIF. Either One utama or Subang Parade. I like the mood of the dim ambience. It doesn't hurt my eyes, they serve good finger food, great margaritas, and slurpi-licious mud cakes. I was there with Sharm for a couple of hours. Sitting there, it brought back memories of my college days, when i was still an unriped adult, with my then-best friend. We would laugh, we would talk about the same things over and over again... and still laugh to tears over it. We would celebrate our success for our project (which had taken us 1 day to complete whilst the rest of the other .. .. 'pea-ple' [pea-ple - people with pea sized knowledge span].. in class took 3 months to do an an average presentation - and trust me, our presentation blew the eyes out of our competing team of turds. With our new Altec Lansing speakers and groovy music with animation that would pass as an advert on TV, we still held our title of 'The snobbiest group of the year' - well, i was proud of it. being different is better than being nothing at all. ) .. .. .. Reminicing memories can sometimes be sad - that so called best friend.. became... paranoid with an overwhelming jealousy towards me (because she couldn't keep up, i guess)... in the later years of university.
.......*pppffttttttt* to her too.
But my memories with Sharm.. .. and Jess.. would forever be laugh-able. Even the time in Standard 6, after being labeled a the noisiest class of the week, we had to do some social cleaning up work. Jess would be carrying the big black plastic bag, filling it with leaves, to the extent of plucking fresh green leaves from trees and dried ones from the drain in effort to fill up the darn bag. Sharm would trample on a measly straw and declare it to be the biggest piece of rubbish anyone has ever seen, and I... would just shake my head and laugh at their hillarious antics. I think we even tried to stuff a cracked dustbin into the plastic bag. And the thing ripped the bag open.. and there goes green leaves, dried leaves, harassed straws.. all over the place again. And we'd blink innocently, and leave the crime scene faster than anyone can say 'peanut butter'.
And Sharm and I managed to spend 15 minutes at Sin Ma (a direct competitor to Axxezz.. and i was gloating at the thought if I had left Axxezz and joined them.. nyehehehe. ..gina would probably pull out all of her hair [and hopefully killing herself in the process after going through loads and loads of misery..... ohhh... my hair.... my hairr... my BbbbeaAauuutiifulll hhhaaiirr!... ] as I spill the beans on her crappy designs) arguing over what colour toe rings should we get. After much amount of haggling and bustling with our confused, immature minds, we finally settled on matching toe rings - Sharm would take the white one and I would take the black one. We gleefully hopped to the nearest chair to put on our new .. .. toys. And... .. after staring at our toes for a minute... we decided that my toe would look better with the white one, whilst her toe would look like Ms Universe if she had the black one. Yar. so we swapped toe rings. Then we stared at our toes again.. and even wriggled them for added effect. Yar. they definately looked better. If anyone had been watching us, they'd have called the security guards and most probably they'd invite the mental hospital to come and study our rare case of toe-obsessed-weirdness. Yay. I was happy with my toe and toe ring. And my other toe toe toe toe toe toe toe toe toe. .. .. (.. ... that's altogether 10 toes. .. right?)
.. . no no.. you got it wrong. It's 5 toes on the right, and 5 toes on the left. Not all on the right..
.. ... .. *thinks.. .. thinks.. . blinks.. *.. Yarrrrr smartass.. now go and milk the cow.
Yes.. Friends are very healthy to the mind. And William is the medicine to all illnesses.
.. .. .. ... .. The bitch of a Gina had changed my password to access my office mail. I mean, wtf is she trying to prove? I have not left the office yet wommmaaann..... but I could LEAVE NOW if you wished me to !!!... don't have to invade my privacy, you pissed face mother fucckkkkeerrr!!! STOP HARRASSING US INNOCENT EMPLOYEES BBBBIIIITTTTTTCCCCCCCCHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHh
.................... ahh. i feel much better now. and with many rounds of Hexic on MSN messenger with my darling.. i really do feel much better. And I love him for that too. Muahs.
*best toe friends forever!*
~an original p@ssion-@rt
