Kill Me

I'm not in the best of moods today, despite having watched Happy Feet last night for the 2nd time.

Was generally ok untill I woke up this morning:

- Discovered my car ear apendages gave way *again*, even though I used a gazillion miles of marking tape.

- Got lost on the way to work (took a diff route to try & beat the traffic).

- Was late for work anyway, so decided to park in the building which charges by the hour, EVEN THOUGH i already have a monthly parking spot opposite the road but i have no choice coz i'd be damn damn damn late if i park elsewhere now.

- Found my desk was cleared of all my files on top & under it coz of some tiuniaseng 'wellfuckingbeing week' that we were compliant to follow some chowcibai RULE (wat else is there?) in which we cannot have things lying around the floor or desk top incase if there was a kannineh fire broke out in the office, we wouldn't be too retarded to trip & fall & get stuck at our goddamn motherfucking desk & perish in the fire & make our parents rich from the negligence lawsuit to the bank later.

- Spent almost the entire morning trying to retrieve my desk belongings from everywhere. Getting them back into their original messy state is not an easy feat ok...

- And just as I thought a quiet peaceful lunch at Starbucks was a wicked idea, halfway through my sandwich, I felt a sudden wave of drowsiness hit me.. Son of a Britney...

So now here I am after lunch hour at my desk, eyelids heavy & mouth yawning...

Half a day more to go...

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Of feet, ears, greens & horns

The week that passed was somewhat eventful...

Here are the high'limbs' of whats happened:

'Ears'
Was rushing in the weekday traffic when I hit a stationery car & broke my MyVi left side mirror.
The whole damn thing's hanging by the wiring now.
When I went to check out the price of a new ear, it costs around RM200, coz I can't just replace the broken plastic part, I have to change the whole damn thing.
And all ears come in black. I'll have to respray it myself.
sssiiiggghhhhhh.......... *moths flying out of the wallet*
I'll definitely be getting another earful from my parents when they find out the next time i go home.

'Feet'
Went to watch the movie Happy Feet on Saturday night.
Damn 7 cute.
Damn 7 farnee.
Damn 7 good storyline.
Damn 7 wanna kencing halfway thru the movie.
Damn 7 feel like watching it again.

'Greens'
I have a feeling I'll be extremely broke this December.
Not only coz of the Van Gogh episode with my car, but also from my credit card spending.
Being a novice credit card user, I was happily swiping away this month.
My credit card bills came to a whooping RM600+ in my statement!!!
Though thankfully I've kept a bit of money aside for it.
But then xmas is coming... o_O

'Horns'
Friday evening was spent oogling at girls @ Laundry Bar, with Saz, Julian & Onn.
Being the only girl at the table didn't stop the guys from practically chanting 'I am horny' everytime a chick passes by.
After that me & Saz met up with Bf at Cafe Flam @ Sunway, right after the Kancil's awards.
Bf didn't win anything & he was feeling rather down. *Lok card to buy drinks to cheer him up*
So off we went to Muskeet @ Heritage Row for more drinking! Picked up Ian & Justin along the way.
*Lok card again for drinks, see where this is going?*
After 3 outlets, 3 jugs of beer, 10 tequila shots & a bottle of Chivas later, we were ALL horny & happy.
Tells a lot about how easily contented we can get about life, innit?

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Anywho, just yesterday TheoChew & Saz were sitting around talking about all things horny, when it suddenly struck me 'Hey, why can't I organise a single's party too?'

I mean, I don't know how well the likes of Jamie has done hers, but since I have wwaaayyy too many single frens lying around, might as well make use of the opportunity to be ultra-sampat-match-maker.

I sent out a couple of smses last night to a few ppl I know who I *think* are likely to have big social circles (yes, you, you lucky friend you), can help me make this event more diverse & exciting.

I'm still planning the venue & date, but it'll most likely be at Alexis, Bangsar.

Either this Friday or next. Depending on the responsiveness of my so-called MPOCs (Main Point of Contact, yes, you, you lucky friend you).

I've got a couple of rules sorted out:

Single's Party
Proudly organised by: TheoChew Bhd

Definition of Single : Meaning not attached (no current steady gf or bf).
Definition of Party: An event held in a controlled environment where people get to mingle *cough pick up* among others with the similar interests *ahem get laid* and polish their social skills via various means of interaction *clears throat get drunk*.

Objective: Singles + Party = Hook up = Never be lonely for the rest of your life.

Why it will work: Some might find this kinda thing cheesy, but u know, at least everyone at the party is somehow connected so no worries of date rape & stuff...

Terms & Conditions:

• The MPOCs have to submit all guests names to organiser, with proof of frenship / social connection to the guests. Closing date for submission of names - Wednesday 29th Nov
• MPOC will be responsible for the safety & wellbeing of their own guests, in event of violance & drunked disorderliness.
• Party rule #1: MPOC is expected to introduce their guests to the organisers 1st & foremost at the party.
• Party rule #2:After that, organisers / MPOCs must bring the guests around the party & introduce to EVERYONE there.
• Party rule #3: No bunching or huddling in own groups at the party.
• Besides the party fees (see fees & charges below), party guests are more than welcomed to buy their own drinks or buy other guests more drinks.
• Dress code: MPOCs & organisers must wear red to distinguish themselves as non-players in the party.Guests can wear any colour they wish except red.

Fees & charges:

• If Male guest: A RM50 - RM75 (depending on venue) will be paid to organiser for 'base drinks' e.g open 1 or 2 bottles for everyone to share.
• If female guest or MPOC: Pay your own entrance fee (if at a pub/club/disco), or bring a snack/drinks if the party is hosted at a private residence.

That's all I have for now...

SO!
If any of you reading this would be interested to hop on the wagon, just gimme a buzz (if you have my number) or email/msg me here.

If you have friends who might be interested, I can appoint you as a MPOC.
Whatever it is, don't miss out on this opportunity!

Ta!

Kancil

Tonight is Kancil awards.

The bf submitted a couple of stuff...

I hope he wins something then he can leave the current company & earn more money to support me.
*muahaha*...

Or should I be hoping he behaves himself, since I'm not attending this year.

...

Nnnaahhh, I hope he wins.

Good luck baby!

I'll be praying to Lisa-god for you..

^_^

Me

I think most of you haven't seen my new hairstyle or yuppie make-over yet.

Nah!


Sorry, haven't done much camwhoring these days...

So Close

This song is damn emo...

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Rascal Flatts - What Hurts The Most

I can take the rain on the roof of this empty house
That don’t bother me
I can take a few tears now and then and just let them out

I’m not afraid to cry every once in a while
Even though going on with you gone still upsets me
There are days every now and again I pretend I’m ok
But that’s not what gets me

What hurts the most
Was being so close
And having so much to say
And watching you walk away
And never knowing
What could have been
And not seeing that loving you
Is what I was tryin’ to do

It’s hard to deal with the pain of losing you everywhere I go
But I’m doin’ It
It’s hard to force that smile when I see our old friends and I’m alone

Still Harder Getting up, getting dressed, livin’ with this regret
But I know if I could do it over
I would trade give away all the words that I saved in my heart
That I left unspoken

What hurts the most
Is being so close
And having so much to say
And watching you walk away
And never knowing
What could have been
And not seeing that loving you
Is what I was trying to do

What hurts the most
Is being so close
And having so much to say
And watching you walk away
And never knowing
What could have been
And not seeing that loving you
Is what I was trying to do

Not seeing that loving you
That’s what I was trying to do

Tit bits

What's the average number of occasions do you show your tits or private parts to strangers, that has nothing to do (directly) with sex? E.g gynae visits, childbirth & stuff?

Since i started going to the gym & the slimming spa, I think my full monty encounters are enough to last me 2 lifetimes. Both for myself and the other person.

The scene at the gym is sometimes not very pleasant.
The gwaipohs almost always walk around the changing rooms stark naked. And when they hit the sauna or steam room, they open their legs wide wide somemore, as though to remind you how a flesh eating 100-year-old rafflesia would look like if it was a parasite that hosted itself on humans.

As for the conservatives like moi, you'd think being from a swimming background, you'd get used to seeing pepets all over the place. Not really. I'm still not quite comfortable showing my privates even to doctors.

And it really doesn't help that I look like a layered cheescake underneath.

The last time I attempted to 'let loose' and bare my tits in the steam room, my self-esteem was quickly steam-rolled by a hot malay chick soaping her honey cream colored svelte body in the corner. I hate her.

At the slimming spa or clinics, you're the stripper of the day.
Sometimes I feel like such a dirty slut, shamelessly baring my sexual canvas to women & men who would in turn unabashedly poke, grab, touch me like it's not their job that they have to suffer through hours of eye sore looking at imperfection & body odour.
Other times I feel helpless, like those dreams where I walking around town naked.

Exposing my vulnerabilitits.

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The scariest encounter for me was at 14, when I was barely growing the buds.

Being a paranoid freakazoid (still am one today), I discovered a lump on the left side of my tit that I thought needed to be examined.
A side note to young readers or virgins: At 14, it's most probably my actual breasts growing & not some cancerous cyst, like this dumb dumb here concluded. Please do not be alarmed & attempt to do anything about it whatsoever. You will regret it for life. TRUST ME.
So anyway, off I went with my dad (yes, nothing gets weirder than this) to a GH for a breast exam.

Long story short, since the doctors couldn't figure out what's wrong with me (DUH), I was sent to a couple of clinics & hospitals for alternate opinions. At this point, I was probably baring my tits to about 6 people now.

At the end of that day, at my last hospital visit, was where the horror began.

First off, a chinese lady Dr checked me. I was lying there with my top off on the bed in her office, accompanied by another nurse.

After a routine breast exam, she excused herself from the room & told me to stay put.
When she returned, she brought a WHOLE GROUP OF YOUNG INTERN DOCTORS in with her, supposedly for an 'observation' or whatchamacallit.

.... -_-"" ....

can_die.com.my/embarassing gila babi/wanted to vapourize there and then.wtf

So there I lay, this 14 year old girl, terrified for her life as a bunch of young people in white coats take turns touching her little bumps.
And nodding every now & then as the Chinese Dr explained some medical term for the condition 'this-girl-is-too-stupid-to-realise-she's-growing-breasts-so-let's-fondle-them-a-little-to-kill-time-coz-we-still-have-5mins-before-lunch'.

The WORST part of it all was: There's ONE cute intern there. One is a big enough number to commit suicide.

And that, boys & girls, was the LAST time I EVER went for a breast exam. EVER.

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*Shudder*

Next time I'm getting the bf to check my breasts for me. And my rafflesia too!

Oh wait, he's already doing that.

Take That - Patience

Favourite song of the moment... Long live Take That!!

Just have a little patience

I'm still hurting from a love I lost,
I'm feeling your frustration.
Any minute all the pain will stop.

Just hold me close inside your arms tonight,
don't be too hard on my emotions

(Chorus)
Cause I need time.
My heart is numb, has no feeling.
So while I'm still healing,
Just try and have a little patience.

I really wanna start over again,
I know you wanna be my salvation.
The one that I can always depend.

I'll try to be strong.
Believe me, I'm trying to move on,
It's complicated but understand me.

Cause I need time,
My heart is numb has no feeling,
So while I'm still healing,
Just try and have a little patience,
Yeah, have a little patience, Yeah

Cause these scars run so deep,
It's been hard,
But I have to believe.

Have a little patience,
Have a little patience, Woah,

Cause I, I just need time,
My heart is numb has no feeling,
So while I'm still healing, just try, and have a little patience,
Have a little patience,
My heart is numb has no feeling,
So while I'm still healing just try and have a little...

Patience

Babi Girl

Just had an awesome pork noodle soup dish at lunch...

Was with KalvinBengkok, which was good coz I hated eating them pig kidneys and he offered to exchange them for liver.

I'm a pig kinda person. In more ways than one.

I dig everything & anything edible on a pig's body, for the exception of the kidney. If I was allowed to, I don't mind having it's darn dick for supper!

I don't know how some people can eat the kidney though... It reeks of urine!!!

I remember the first time I ate it. Was about 15 I think (I know it's kinda late age, but before that I only ate pig liver, stomach and intestines).
I mistook it for sotong, so I gleefully stuffed like two pieces in my mouth at one go. I almost barfed from the stench, if I wasn't afraid my dad would gimme a backhand for being potentially bulimic.

Just now at lunch, I attempted to fuck the phobia and give it another try.

Damn tak jadi.

As soon as I sunk my teeth into the soft textures of it, the piss mist went straight into the inner parts of my nostrils... YYYYUUUUUUCCCCKKKKK!!!!!

I spat it out & offered the unbitten parts to my lunch partner.

What... still food ok? Don't waste.

Especially babi. Best.

Dead ant, dead ant... dead ant (x5)

It's lunch time in the office now.

The surrounding cubicles are all deserted.
The clickety clackety of my keyboard echoes through the office hallway.

I am alone.

And I am blogging.

*muahahhahahahahahahaha*

I'm gonna lluuurrve lunchtime from now on.

25 is the new 21

First things first.

I'm not gonna apologize for not blogging or updating my life story to friends, family, pets, stalkers, whatnots. I now fill out that age group box that says '24 - 29' in application forms for god's sakes.. Do i really need to keep up with the low self-esteem & emo rambling anymore???

The answer is - yes.
25 is the new 21.
I'm still a sweet insecure 21-year old inside.

Just coz I hit 25 recently on Nov 1st (hint hint hint) doesn't mean I lose any entitlement to be childish, angry, ecstatic, horny or hungry.

So to commemorate the beginning of a new level of senility, I shall tell you the events that lead to this new blog transfer.

October 9th (Mon): Beginning of a new error.
- Most of you might've read about my 1st week at the new job here.
- It's been alright so far, but there are a few major stupidity happening in my office that I'll gladly share, just in case any of you decide to be a banker and ruin your social life. Or worse, decide to join this very same bank:

• No heavy duty, over-priced and potentially cancerous toilet air freshener. They use pandan leaves instead. That means, if anybody takes a big-time shit, even your shirts will absorb the stench. I'd rather have nose cancer.
• Smoking area is confined to the main lobby entrance, right next to the California Fitness gym. That means, as you puff away your life, you get to watch fit and supposedly healthy simpletons strut their stuff in & out of the gym. I think them 'powers that be' are trying to deploy a 'guilt' tactic. Not working. Gay men have nice bootays.
• Lunch time conversation is as exciting as watching snails race. Not that I don't like my colleagues, they are generally nice people. But the lack of scandals & office gossips here is like denying me of my right to do what I do best: Be sampat. The most exciting piece of news I've heard recently that got everyone worked up was the new Cappuccino Vanilla flavor in the coffee machine.
• Which brings us to the next stupidity. When even my pathetic ex-company has at least a decent pantry, imported coffee powder, a strong coffee machine and a coffee aunty to wash your cups for you, etc.. My new office has NONE of the above. NONE. BOH. TADAK. For all the money the company is hiring you for, they make you wash your own mugs/utensils/plates (which you BYO anyways), and they only let you drink cheap Nescafe beverages from a 30cents-a-cup press machine. Thank Krishna you don't actually have to put in goddamn coins to get your drink, it's free. Oh we have a tea-lady alright. But she just sits around and watch us make our own drinks. I dunno why they hire her for. Seriously.
• Acronyms. Are. F.U.C.K.E.D.U.P. On my 2nd week, I was passed a list of acronyms that I was expected to memorize. I've no problems with that, but it just goes to show the extent of flexibility around here. Even the most simple things were abbreviated. Like C,G & P. As if it's damn hard to say Classic, Gold & Platinum. If it's a process name or system, I understand la, u know? KNNCCB.
  
• And the most stupid one of all: The Internet web log. I though the ex-company was bad enough that we can't access game sites, in this new place, I can't even access friendster or check emails!!! hotmail, yahoo, gmail, u name it. All banned.
  

So with that, I have no choice but to move my rantings out to more accessible sites. Thank God they haven't blocked blogs.

November 1st (Wed): The more important date for human race in history.
- The bf threw me a not-so-surprising surprise party on my birthday eve. The sweetest part was the Eastin Hotel stay over. Yaww, kinky dai yo!! Kudos for his effort though, he got some good lovin' that night too..!! >.< - I spent the day-time of my birthday loitering around Midvalley:

• Went Starbucking.
• Got flowers from my office, at Starbucks.
• Went for a reality check-cum-body consultation at Marie France. The lady told me I had 32% fats in my body, which officially puts me in the Fat category. Normal people have between 22 - 25% fats.
• Went home, watched my Prison Break dvds.
  

So with all that, I've come to realize that being 25 doesn't make me anymore wiser than what I was 4 years ago. I'm still as vain, still as angsty, still as sotong. So much for quarter life crisis!

Though, there are a few things that I'm determined to improve on before the year is over. Sort of like a birthday resolution thingy...

• Lose weight. For real. Goodbye crash diets and DIY aerobic tapes. Hello slimming centers, yoga classes & slimming products! (Who needs FOC college diet methods when you can actually PAY for overnight slimming alternatives??)
• Show my naked body & orifices to strangers. I.e. get my teeth fixed, visit a gynae, etc.
• Be more religious. Gotta give Seet a call about our next gig, man..
• Get a Hep shot.
  
• Donate blood.
• Update my blog more. Not just for poser's sake, but just coz I can now in the office, with my new blog address. Muahaha...

So yea, that's that.