Mewsings

It's one of those weeks again.

That I talk in my head or do something sporadically random.

Like, last Saturday afternoon I was sprawled out on the living room floor doing my taxes with MTVs blasting from the tele. At the same time making imaginary conversation with the bf's cat while she miaos back an imaginary answer from her corner of the room. I was alone at home.

Then in the evening, while out on the obligatory social do (it was a BBQ house party), I was screaming in my head "AArrgggghhh, kill meeeeeeeeeeee.... Get me out of here! No more food stuffing!!! FFFAAAAAAAAATTTT!!" all the while maintaining a pleasant smile & a sunny disposition on the outside.

Then Sunday afternoon I was laughing, screaming, groaning, sobbing, yelling at the pc screen while watching life unfolding itself in the form of Grey's Anatomy. I even managed the occasional eye-rolling when yet again, McDreamy attempts a romantic moment by drooling out some yucky I-can't-live-without-Meredith lines. Alone at home again.

Sunday evening, despite the fact that I vowed never to eat again untill my bangkok trip, I pigged out on some sinfully yummy sushi's at Sushi King with the Vice President of Evil, Theophilues Tan a/l Maniak Jahat. (President title still goes to Joyce Wong, unpresidented seat).

AND THEN after that, just to reiterate the point that I am an idiot, I go ahead & got a cotton candy floss twice the size of my head, and overdosed on Starbucks Americanos, which resulted in a bloating stomach big enough to take up our bed space PLUS insomnia.

Which resulted in zero sleep on Sunday night, which also resulted in the emancipation of Zombie Face on Monday morning.

And my cotton candy floss is still sitting in the fridge, untouched.

The Evil Vice President is gonna kill me.

Well, from the way things have gone, I really don't mind him doing the honour.

Only thing thats keeping me going now is the aspect of Bangkok and all it's many sins.

2 more days.....

2 more days.

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Grey's Anatomy

I'm hooked to this latest soap-drama craze that is GA.

All thanks to Joyce Wong, my fellow torrent pirate & food excursion buddy. She's evil. >_<""

Anywho, not that I'm complaining, it's a rather good show.

Though the whole neurotic-needy-anorexic main character with her equally eccentric friends has been done before in top shows like Ally McBeal & The O.C, it's still fun to watch.

ALSO, the doctors theme is not something new on TV anyway, with stupidly addictive shows like Scrubs & General Hospital, where the dirty laundry of doctors, nurses & interns are hung out to dry for all of America (and 3rd world internet pirates) to see.

So what's so good about this new one then??

Well, somehow I can sorta relate better to this one then the rest stated above.
It's definitely in a more natural working environment & the medical references are definitely more accurate (at least according to my med school friends anyway).

Also, the character building is excellent, in my opinion. Either that, or they're really good actors!

For the exception of McDreamy though.

I HATE his character. Sleazy ass hamsap surgeon.
I just realized the other day, why I hate Patrick Dempsey's face.
He reminds me of a certain someone I worked with in my previous agency, TK.
Same hairdo, same fucking face.

And the main character, Meredith Grey is also a bit hard to digest on certain episodes, coz she reminds me SO MUCH of Ally McBeal.
Well, I'd still give her props, coz at least she's cuter to look at than Ally.

And just last week, Joyce & I concluded that we have our very own Seattle Grace in SCB.

Me - Izzie Stevens (Coz I'm such a McHottie with my new blonde hair)
Joyce - Meredith Grey (Fits.like.a.shoe)
Eillis - The Nazi a.k.a Miranda Bailey (Though I think she's more of a Christina Yang)
Kevin - Alex Karev
Redzuan - George O'Malley
Soo Lyn - Callie Torres
Stephanie - Addison Montgomery

So now, what we're missing, are the REAL MEN of the shows, namely:
Preston Burke
McDreamy
McSteamy

ESPECIALLY McSteamy...

Why don't we have a Mark Sloan in this place?

What's the point of coming to work everyday if there's no Grey-McDreamy drama going on or McSteamy to oogle at or a gossip about the Yang-Burke duo?

Hmm... Maybe there IS a Yang-Burke duo here....

*evil snicker*..

Oohh, I know who's Yang & Burke now...

Gotta tell Joyce.

McSee Ya Later!

Tahi Terjadi

It's been a rather peculiar mid-week.

Emotions are on the highs & lows, and it's not just with me!

Breakups, hookups, screwups, blowups...

It's weird how the human psyche works..

What makes a commited man turn his back & run away from certainty?

What makes the insecure man finally put his foot down & say 'I Quit'?

What does it take for 2 people to start a fire?

What does it take for a woman to feel fully loved?

*Sigh*...

I once heard a quote "There is only one certainty in life, uncertainty".

And I'm like, "Dude.... whatever you're smoking.... I'd like to have some of that too..".

-_-

It's Tuesday and it's back to work...

Had a hard time getting up this morning...

Dragged my sleepy ass to work in a half-assed attempt to look awake and presentable...

Reached office only to find that I have no work to do, which makes things worse, because then I'll be falling asleep in my chair..!

Office is quieter than my bedroom, which does not help either.

I really don't know how I'm gonna get through the day...

I miss Xmas... and my bed.

Urgent request: Wish List statement

Afternoon Mr. Clause,

Please find in this email, a compilation of expectations & requirements for the upcoming event a.k.a. Project 'Xmas', FYA.

Expectations:

1. Attire for all North Pole Inc. staff has to be red. A similarly colored cap / hat is required, as well as the obligatory white fur lining on the attires that signify snow.
2. Please be punctual for event, which will commence at the sight of the North Star on the midnight of 24th December 2006. Your Reindeer spaceships will be ready for you 2 hours prior to the event.
3. As per Regulation 6.7 of the Humananitarian Act of 2001, you and your team will not be required to climb in from the chimneys. A duplicated set of Master Keys will be passed on to you by Mr. He-Man of the Universe company, to be used for access to all residential abodes.
4. As this is a global initiative and for security reasons, you and your team will not be allowed to reveal your identities, in case of competitor sabotage. A list of competitor's houses will be passed to you, so that they will not be approached, e.g. Tooth Fairy, Easter Bunny, etc.
5. We would like to achieve minimal harrasment charges or complaints from the public regarding theft, undelivered presents, and unsatisfactory gifts reported compared to last year. Our target for 2006: 5 billion.
6. Target penetration of the global market still stand at 50 billion pax worldwide.

Requirements (based on survey from 100bil individuals):

• Most popular wish - World Peace
• Most popular toy (male category) - PS3
• Most popular toy (female category) - Wentworth Miller of Prison Break

Hope to see you at the brainstorming meeting tomorrow for Next Year's Chinese Lunar New Year Campaign with Mr. Choy San Yeh.

If you have any queries, we can sort it out then.

Cheers.

God.

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Merry Xmas everyone.

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..

^_^

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.

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.