profile Firmly believes in life after death. Secretly addicted to Gossip Girl & ATNM (oh, the shame). Finds painting own nails therapeutic. Takes an eternity to make a decision. Likes to swim. Fancies self as seasoned chef in manner of Masaharu Morimoto. Hates driving during rush hour. Feels happiest waking up to bright sunny mornings. Is afraid of cockroaches and balloons. Dislikes awkward silence. Buys too many dresses and not enough comfortable shoes. Is convinced that people only appreciate what they have to work hard for. tagboard archives February 2004 March 2004 April 2004 May 2004 June 2004 July 2004 August 2004 September 2004 October 2004 November 2004 December 2004 January 2005 February 2005 March 2005 April 2005 May 2005 June 2005 July 2005 August 2005 September 2005 October 2005 November 2005 December 2005 January 2006 February 2006 March 2006 April 2006 May 2006 June 2006 July 2006 August 2006 September 2006 October 2006 August 2007 November 2007 December 2007 January 2008 February 2008 April 2008 May 2008 June 2008 July 2008 August 2008 September 2008 October 2008 November 2008 December 2008 January 2009 February 2009 March 2009 April 2009 May 2009 July 2009 August 2009 September 2009 October 2009 November 2009 December 2009 skin by: Jane |
Thursday, December 10, 2009 @ 7:05 PM
Zombieland The boyfriend got a couple of free tickets to the new movie Zombieland, so we went to watch despite my longstanding vow never to watch horror movies since Stef and I walked out of The Eye while the opening credits were still running. But I know the boyfriend loves all movies gory and scary, and I saw the previews and behind the stage interviews on TV (it's not really scary-scary, more sarcastic-witty fake-scary), so we went for it. Was scarier than I thought, but terribly funny most of the time. The boyfriend and I haven't laughed in the cinema so hard since... hm, Where Got Ghost? ...although that was pretty creepy too. Oh since Cloudy With A Chance of Meatballs, maybe. The movie's about this nerdy guy who manages to survive even though almost everyone else in the world has turned into zombies, and the reason he's able to last so long is because of the 32 rules of survival he created for himself. It makes me chuckle because the movie contents were so similar to one of the most frequent conversation topics I hear around, with my former colleagues, with the boyfriend and his friends - How To Survive A Zombie Fest. "Shoot first, don't care." "Must pair up with at least one more person, then can jaga front and back." "Wear turtlenecks all the time. (?)" Throughout the movie, the geeky hero revealed about 4 or 5 of his rules, but I was curious about the full list so I decided to google a little (fabulous life of the unemployed =P). #1 Cardio  #4 Don't be a hero  #7 Travel light #8 Get a kickass partner  #21 Avoid strip clubs  #31 Check the backseat #32 Enjoy the little things Found some rules that weren't shown in the movie too. # Always carry a change of underwear # Double-knot your shoe[lace]s # It’s a marathon, not a sprint. Unless it is a sprint, then sprint. # Pack your stain stick Not my most intellectual post, but it's pretty amusing stuff. XD Monday, December 07, 2009 @ 8:17 PM
From Fa-La-La to Ooh-La-La 
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Fit To Work? "We'll need to do a urine test," The Indian lady hands me a glass bottle wrapped in a makeshift paper cup. Uncertainly, I take the bottle into my hands - judging from the glue residue still stuck on the glass, it's obvious this bottle used to carry a much more valued liquid (Brands Chicken Essence, anyone?) "Go to the end of this alley, and use this key to open the toilet door." I stare at the key on the counter, tangled in dirty yellow mobile strap. Obediently, I grab the keys and head out to the alley, trying not to think of the many places the questionable strap has come into contact. Like this depressing toilet, for example. The floor is damp, slippery with murky water. The fluorescent lights blinking inconsistently only highlight the dismal situation. Sighing in resignation, I poke at the nearest toilet door with one finger, careful to balance the Brands bottle in one hand and my white Topshop bag on the other. Fifteen minutes and a minor accident involving a wet tissue later, I slip the half-filled bottle back into the paper cup and head back to the clinic, mentally crying over the little smudge at the corner of my white bag from pushing open the filthy toilet door. The Indian lady takes my urine bottle without saying a word, her face as stony as ever. "Sit down," she barks, and I do, until she opens the door with the sign "Consultation Room" and orders me to get in, which I do as well. "Take off all your clothes. Lie down here, and place these on your body," She instructs blandly, as if she was telling me how to fix my Astro settings. Wordlessly, I take the two pieces of folded cloths from her and wait for her to leave the room before stripping. "Are you ready?" A much kinder voice comes from the closed door. "Yup," I say while making sure the two measly cloths covered me properly. Not that it matters, because the doctor, a smiley Chinese auntie with meticulously-permed hair and matching accessories, reaches beneath the cloths to caress various parts of my body almost as soon as she introduced herself. I try not to squirm as she pokes at the soles of my feet, but the serious way she said "I'm going to touch your breasts now", as if she was announcing my SPM results, makes me burst into giggles, which I try to cover up with feeble coughs. "We'll need you to go take an X-Ray later. The centre is just down the road, within walking distance," she informs as she leaves me alone to dress up. Walking distance turns out to be 25 minutes and four blisters in my dainty Marks & Spencer ballet flats under the drizzling rain to find the correct building, and another 10 minutes to navigate inside the concrete maze. The X-Ray takes approximately five minutes, the results another three minutes. I barely had time to tape up my blisters with bandaids - two of them have burst, leaving my ankles feeling raw and throbbing painfully. But I need to get this done, so I grit my teeth and try to tip toe my way out (to avoid rubbing my ankles on the shoes) without looking like a guilty pickpocket. Limping my way to the entrance, I can hear the drizzle acting up into a proper rain, and my heart sinks. Rain means puddles of water, which will ruin the pretty baubles on my shoes AND make my blisters worse. I still need to walk back to the clinic, pass them the X-Ray results and get the doc's stamp of approval before walking back to the office I'm expecting to get an offer letter from. After receiving my medical report. Keep your eyes on the prize, I try to pump myself up. At least you'll have a job after this. @ 10:21 AM
Cute Kid =D JunJun taking some pictures of himself on my MacBook Photobooth. Hehee. 
Thursday, December 03, 2009 @ 4:14 PM
Consumer Tribune You Then You Know Why aren't we allowed cash refunds? I feel like cursing ala Namewee in his TNB video. So unfair! We have our consumer rights you know! We can bring you to the Consumer Tribunal (not sure what that is, but images of half-naked men and women in animal hides holding hands in a circle, a huge bonfire in the middle lighting up their solemn faces come to mind. Kinda like Survivors) you know! The boyfriend say one, and he works in Bank Negara so it must be true. *controls inner Namewee* I was hunting for a laptop sleeve for my Little White Baby, and after a full day of mall-hopping I settled on a Golla laptop sleeve. Wasn't that crazy over it but it was the least geeky one I could find (is it just me, or do IT people have no sense of aesthetics at all?? I mean, really, neon-blue laptop case made out of spongy foam-like material..? I want a pretty glove for my LWB, not a friggin thermos-warmer). I was particularly specific with the size, coz I want it to be a snug fit for my LWB. Nothing too big and frumpy, IT DOESN'T FIT. I tried to stuff LWB in the best I could without scratching it but nope, it refuses to close properly. Something was not right. The boyfriend tried it, and he managed to zip the whole thing up but not without having to struggle for quite a bit, and not without a shriek or two from me to avoid scratching the precious thing. Not satisfied with how it turned out, I checked online to see if other people had the same problem as me. AND THEY DID. See here. For those who can't be bothered to read the entire review, here's a couple of screenshots to prove I'm not being a prick about this.  Did I mention that it was stated on the label that it's FOR MACBOOK 13"? Just wondering.
 CONCLUSION: THEY SHOULD RENAME IT THE 13'' LAPTOP SLEEVE THAT DOES NOT FIT 13" LAPTOPS.
Slightly reassured, I went back to the store the next day to get a refund. And they wouldn't. Even after I brought my LWB along and demonstrated how their lousy product failed to serve my LWB properly. Even though I said my boyfriend, who works in Bank Negara, says that we can bring them to Consumer Rights Civil Court (sounded more severe than Consumer Tribunal, so I improvised a little) for this. Still they didn't budge. "See on our receipt. It says no cash refund." The salesgirl pointed at the receipt, her beady eyes unmoving. I resisted the urge to rip the receipt into pieces and yell, "The receipt you write one mar, not carved in stone also!" Instead, I exchanged for another slightly bigger laptop sleeve. Not my favorite color nor design, but I know when I'm fighting a losing battle. And I do need protection for the precious one rather urgently... Hmph. You wait. I ask the boyfriend to complain to Auntie Zeti about you. And that's Tan Sri Dr. Zeti for you. Blek. Monday, November 30, 2009 @ 5:55 PM
Status Updates: What's On Your Mind? 3.30pm Checking out the new MacBook in Curve and 1U. To buy or not to buy... 4.53pm In Starbucks with boyfriend and friends, debating whether or not to get the Little White Baby. 5.03pm Green tea latte is heaven. Green tea latte with Little White Baby at Starbucks will be even more so...? 5.40pm Bought the Baby! Thank you Mommy~ 6.17pm Sore throat since morning has worsened. Shouldn't have eaten Nasi Lemak for lunch... T_T 7.10pm Throat feels as if doused with kerosene, shoulders and back aching like a lumberjack's after deforestation... T____T 8.20pm Can't even swallow food without wincing. Trying to cheer up by remembering I have Little White Baby charging at home. 9.19pm Going to the clinic. 9.38pm 59 bucks for sore throat med and store-bought paracetamol!? It's an outrage! Ouch. 9.45pm Boyfriend feeds grumpy me with medication. Probably hoping it'll knock me out soon enough so he can get some peace and quiet. 10.15pm Sorry for being such a downer, sweet boyfriend. 11.34pm Zzzz... 9.01am Oohh good morning, Little White Baby! Thursday, November 26, 2009 @ 11:55 AM
Chocolat & Mom Dad's on a business trip to China for a week, so Mom and I were the only ones at home. She'd just got off the treadmill and off to the showers, so I rummaged through my brother's extensive DVD collections for something that Mom and I'd like to watch but can never do coz the TV belongs to Dad and his news channels and old Chinese dramas at night. But now that he's not around... "Ma wanna watch this?" I showed her the Chocolat DVD cover as she came down the stairs, her hair still wet. She nodded with a smile, but then I already knew she would - dainty European desserts in old European settings is right up her alley. Opting to have a TV dinner, we arranged our dinner dishes onto a tray and set it on the coffee table in the living room. I joked about how Mom used to give us such a hard time for eating in front of the TV and she laughed. 20 minutes later and we were lying on the couch, comfortably stuffed with baked salmon pieces, blanched veggies and brown rice (a far cry from the frozen TV dinners one used to buy in the states), and completely engrossed in the film. I didn't know the movie features the relationship between mother and daughter so prominently, and was applauding myself for making such a wise choice for our increasingly rare mother-daughter bonding sessions when my mom suddenly sat up and said, You want some chocolates? Let me go get some. ...... I guess everyone responds to movies differently. Some go for touchy-feely abstract meanings, others go for... "Chocolates! And cookies from our trip to Switzerland. Very delicate and aromatic," Mom explained as she laid down a few boxes of chocolates and pastries from her European cruise a few weeks ago, half a cookie sticking out of her mouth. On the screen, a lady was dropping a few pinches of red chilli pepper flakes onto a luscious pot of thick chocolate. "I wonder what they put into these cookies,,, texture is so light and crispy!" She passed me a thin cookie, and the movie went on as we continued to debate how we should start making our own chocolates. Tuesday, November 24, 2009 @ 4:33 PM
Prezzies from Nepal  Fridge magnets for everyone!
 I can't get over how pretty these handmade bags are. It's like native and rustic but the colors are so modern.
 Some of the designs remind me of the doodles I tend to draw when I'm bored. Maybe that's why I like them so much, hehee.
 Did you notice all of them had a tinge of turquoise, at least? ;) One of them's for my mom, which I'll let her choose since I'm so nice. *beams*
 Handmade journals! My absolute favorite kind of souvenir. =) The musky recycled paper, the original textures of dyed rice paper... although this feels like it's made of hay. @ 3:33 PM
Lovey Dovey Story - Not for the Queasy I slow down the car, scanning the driveway for a safe place to stop. Spotting an empty space, I swerved in. Right next to the International Arrival Door 4 signboard. Perfect. 12.07pm. My phone blinks. It's from him. 'Dee the flight juz touched down. Will be out in 30mins. Muah.' A wide smile sweeps across my face. Finally! I try to imagine what he looks like after three weeks of limited civilization and hours of Should stop fantasizing. I grab the Japanese textbook (brought it along just in case I had to wait in the car) lying on the passenger seat and start to flip through the sample test questions. Finding it hard to concentrate, I glance around outside instead. Some people with huge backpacks and Teva-like sandals are pushing out of revolving Door 4. My heart skips a beat. Is it him? No. It's just a couple of shaggy-haired Mat Sallehs in very crumpled linen shirts and khaki pants. I shake my head and try to focus on the test questions. He won't be out for another 30 minutes... 12.22pm. I realize I've been on the same page for 15 minutes. I give up and toss the book to the back seat. Who am I kidding? I can't stop myself from looking outside every few minutes. Getting impatient, I lean my forehead onto the steering wheel - it feels cooling on my skin... Is that him??! I see a young man walking out of Door 4, a trolley of backpacks in front of him, a pair of dark sunglasses perched on his nose. I crane my neck further to get a better look - same height, same type of clothing style, a little pudgier than usual... but maybe he put on weight? I imagine the boyfriend so embarrassed by his weight gain that he started wearing sunglasses indoors. Oh baby! I'll never discriminate you! I will be totally understanding and not- A woman, also with sunglasses on, comes up from behind and hooks her arm onto the pudgy young man. Oh. That's not him (it'd better not be). Come to think of it, he's a little on the short side. 12.46pm. It's been more than half an hour since he texted me. What could be holding him up? Maybe someone stuffed bags of cocaine in his backpack without his knowing, and now the custom officers are doing a strip check on him?! ...Or maybe his luggages are just delayed, that happens all the time... Unless his luggages have been lost?! I catch a flash of yellow as the revolving door spins into action again. Even though I couldn't see the person properly, the figure feels familiar, the way he moves, the way he's looking left and right before pushing the trolley onto the zebra crossing... It's him! And he's scanning the crowd, his face expressionless until he sees me in my car, breaking into a grin. I jump out of the car and walk towards him, determined not to run even though I feel like skipping my way to him. He stops in front of me, and wraps his arms around me. 'I missed you.' He smells so familiar. I hug him back tightly - he's lost weight. "You lost weight," I told him, looking up at his smiling eyes as we break away from each other and walk towards the car. "Ya? Alot ah?" I circled my arms around him and gave him another squeeze. "Uh huh." "Yaa, I lost 5kg! Crazy trip. You know we only ate dahl and bread everyday?? And 14 hours of non-stop trekking, but the..." And we're back to normal. =) Tuesday, November 17, 2009 @ 8:07 PM
Just When I Needed A Chuckle GShyn: So how's Andrea doing? Me: He's OK. They're on their way down now. Some of his teammates got AMS though. Johnny: Oooh that's very dangerous. It usually happens at night. Me: Yeah, they had to carry the people with AMS down, cannot go any further up. J: Waah, that serious ar. Last time in KK, my friend got G: But usually you'll know right? When you have PMS? Me & J: Huh? G: I mean, you can count right, when are the days and everything. Me: ...It's AMS, not PMS. G: Oh. LOL~. Note: AMS is short for Acute Mountain Sickness. |