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 skin by: Jane |
Thursday, August 28, 2008 @ 3:15 PM
Wikipedia Ruined Everything I've finally finished downloading this jap drama series a few weeks ago and I've been deliberately watching it slowly, meaning one episode at a time coz I didn't wanna waste all the hours spend downloading it in a 10-hour marathon. So I'm down to the last episode. I wanted so badly to watch it yesterday but I didn't want the series to end so I distracted myself and slept early. Yes, I can be quite anal when it comes to this. But then I googled the drama at work this morning just for kicks. I was reading about the differences in details between the drama series and the original book, and consequently ruined the climatic ending for myself. The guy I'm rooting for DIES! *wails* And it was all coz of some stupid understanding between him and his stubborn father with a serious inferiority complex. I am in shock. Even more so than when I found out I need time to mourn over this. T_T Tuesday, August 26, 2008 @ 4:24 PM
ROTB Milk: Do you think your bed is bigger than mine? Cookie: Probably. It sure feels that way. Milk: Yeah. We should measure it and see. Cookie: Uh huh. Just roll from one end to another and see how many times you can roll. Milk: ROTF(Bed?)LOL. Cookie: Whaat??? It makes perfect sense. Milk: You can just count the number of tiles the bed is set on. More ROTBLOL. Cookie: Oh. I guess so. But that's no fun. Milk: Funny la you. Monday, August 25, 2008 @ 12:15 PM
Wendy's Went to Wendy's for lunch after church on Sunday morning. I had no idea we have Wendy's here now! Not that I miss it or anything, but it reminded me so much of my time in East Lansing. Debating between Subway or Sparty's (MSU campus chain) in the International Center, or Wendy's and some other restaurants at the Union building for lunch. Or get out of the campus altogether and head out to Grand Avenue (the main street just outside of campus grounds.) Yes, my life in the states was a constant battle of hard, life-changing decisions such as this. The Union is further away from where most of my classes were held, but I'd still go there if I have a long break between classes because of the women's room they have especially for female students. Old but comfortable couches tables, high ceiling and big glass windows that stretched from the floor to the top, ancient wooden furniture and chandeliers. It was usually well-lit and cheery inside. Quiet too. People would be lying down whole couches with their feet up (without shoes, of coz), reading or studying or just doing the word puzzles on our daily university paper. Even so, there were more than enough seats for everyone. I always took a seat near the windows whenever I could, just so I could look out at the million-year-old (slight exaggeration)trees they have all over campus. Which reminded me of cycling through thick layers of colorful, crispy autumn leaves... Anyways. I digress. Wendy's in Malaysia. More succumbing to globalization. Now all I'm waiting for is Urban Outfitters so I can stop my unhealthy obsession with UrbanOutfitters.com. One thing that I do appreciate about pricier fast food chains here is the bigger fries they provide. It must make McD's feel like a Japanese man in a typical American locker room. Oops, too many implications? I swear (also not literally) there's no relation to any personal experience. It's just a sweeping generalization. 0=) I just realized it might've been a mistake telling Milk about this blog. Sunday, August 24, 2008 @ 11:55 AM
Big Sigh of Satisfaction I finally reorganized my whole wardrobe and dressing table area. Completely undid the mess I have made for the past year or so chucking unironed clothes into the bottom shelves and leaving stray earrings all over the dressing table. It took me one and a half days, but And it feels gOoood. XD Plus, my bathroom is cleaner than when I just moved in here. Who knew that the bathroom floor tiles were actually sea blue in color, and not patchy green (alwiz tot maybe the owner was going for a swampy theme in there). I wish I could say I whipped the loo back into shape all by myself, but I didn't. Some Oompha Lomphas came by looking for some extra cash so I hired them to do the cleaning. Heh. Thursday, August 21, 2008 @ 1:59 PM
Dipping Cookies Once upon a time, Cinny had a cookie. Made with the best ingredients, shaped and baked to perfection. And Cinny had a penchant for dipping cookies into milk. She had two choices - to eat the cookie with one glass of whole milk, or break this cookie into pieces to dip in different kinds of milk; strawberry, chocolate, coffee(it exists)... Cinny proceeded to experiment instead. Why stick to normal milk when you can try other flavors? Cinny wanted to taste everything before deciding which one she likes best. Cinny decided she was not being greedy; just rational. But she forgot one minor detail - she loses a part of the cookie everytime she dips. Before long, Cinny realized she had finished half of her cookie. And parts of the remains were soggy. She had fun dipping, but she missed the full cookie she used to have. Cinny decided to keep the slightly damaged half-cookie untouched for a while. One day, Cinny found a glass of milk in her house. Fresh, whole milk, but she could see the cookie crumbs floating in the glass - someone has dipped their cookie in it before. She much preferred the milk to be undipped, because the stale cookie crumbs changed the milk somewhat, somehow. Then she stared at her own half-dipped cookie, and knew that she was in no position to complain. Cinny sighed, and instead began to wish that she could create a perfect, untouched cookie to dip wholly in her choice of milk. Nevertheless, Cinny took the plunge and dipped once again. Into the crumb-filled milk. It tasted great, much better than any other glass of milk she had tried before. But she always feel that way at the first dip, she realized. The last dip was the tricky part, where you need to find the right spot to hold the cookie without dropping it into the milk. Now, Cinny is still dipping into the milk. But she's running out of cookie. She wishes she could've given her cookie whole to this glass of milk. This glass of milk is healthy and good for her and her cookie (despite the annoying foreign cookie crumbs she tries to fish out). But Cinny can't. Coz Cinny gave too many pieces of her cookie away too fast too soon. Monday, August 18, 2008 @ 3:54 PM
Hair Crisis (Dejavu) It's like choosing BK or McD's. They're both the same. Maybe BK has Swiss Mushroom, which is sinfully good, but there's McFlurry at McD's, which is heaven in a recycleable cup. My point is, whether I cut my hair or not, I would've suffered the same fate. I could've kept my hair at the awkward shoulder length that curls up at the ends like a Mexican comic moustache no matter how carefully I blowdry it, or I can straighten the damn hair and endure the flat, lifeless effect for at least a week before it becomes more natural so that I can keep my hair long from now on. You see, I can't win. Not with the current hair length. And now I look like I have solar-absorbing sheets on my head. Wall.E should come look for me if he ever runs out of solar-absorbing sheet replacements. I remember feeling the exact same way a year ago, when I straightened and dyed my hair pure black. Everyone (guys anyway) seemed to appreciate it, but I was so upset I avoided mirrors for almost two weeks. I hated it then, and I hate it now. So why did I do it?? Argh. Coz if I can just be patient and wait it out, maybe a couple of weeks, the hair will regain its bounce somewhat, and my hair did eventually turn out really nice and easy to manage a month after I straightened my hair last year. But I just did my hair yesterday, and still very emotionally raw. I almost screamed at my colleague in front of the whole morning assembly crowd this morning when he commented that I seem to have a fat face today. The hairdo took five friggin' hours and I don't care if the cutest guy there did my hair; Brad Pitt can be the one doing my hair and I'd still get irritated and snappy. And note to hairdresser: Pretentious earthy music is NOT soothing even if it's written so on the CD album cover. The monotonous drone just gets on your customers' nerves. TRUST ME ON THIS. I need to calm down. Tuesday, August 05, 2008 @ 5:00 PM
Too Much Dragonfruit (& Information) "My stomach hurts..." Naomi moans, bending over with her arms clutched close to her stomach. (People who always say that Japanese people have no facial or bodily expressions should meet Naomi at least once. She's everything a Japanese is nOt supposed to be.) Before I could ask her what was wrong, she was running to the bathroom, her footsteps echoing noisily throughout the office. I shrugged to myself, and went back to my daily feed of blog reads. She comes back a few minutes later, all smiles. "Feeling better?" I ask her. "It frightened me!" She exclaims, her eyes bulging behind her purple glasses. "I was in the toilet, doing my business, and when I looked down, IT WAS PINK!" I burst out laughing; I can't believe the ease and openness she has talking about her private... business. And it's even funnier coz we were just laughing about the piles story earlier, talked about buying him a donut seat to ease his discomfort (LOL). "Naomi, there is such a thing as too much information. It's the same as announcing to your colleagues you have piles." "No! It must be the dragonfruit I've been eating!" Everything Naomi says must end with a exclamation mark. It just sounds that way. "I thought I've got piles or something!" I'm really cracking up at this point, which isn't proper in front of the MD (who is nearby) coz people don't laugh when talking about work. I tried to think about serious, sad stuff. Like... I could see the piles guy walking down the aisle. OMG, somebody knock me unconscious or something. I can't NOT laugh. "Well maybe you should teach piles guy a thing or two about dragonfruit. He definitely needs it." "Yeah. I should talk to him one of these days," Naomi replied, her eyes following the poor guy as he started to sit down on his And I just know she will. Lol. @ 11:32 AM
Someone's Cranky Anyone who wants to take leaves has to fill in a Leave Notification Form and pass it to us before we hand it in to the top management for approval. Most of them are pretty vague about their reasons for taking leaves, like 'going to bank', or 'attend kid's sports day' or something. Some just simply put 'personal' and leave it at that. But then there's one today that stood out from the rest. On the form, clearly in bold letters, this guy just announced to his bosses that he has piles, which is the reason he has to take leave. Of all the reasons in the world, he couldn't think of a less embarrassing reason. I know honestly is the best policy, but this is too much information. Now whenever I see him, I'm gonna think piles Monday, August 04, 2008 @ 9:12 AM
Kicking Up A (Sandy) Fuss The aunties were all gathered around my kid nephew and his bright red bucket as he showed off his catch - a tiny crab in some sand and seawater. Squatting down and gushing over the kid's grand achievement of getting hold of a crab in a beach crawling with million others, one of the aunties waved me over impatiently. I felt wet and sticky. My sandals were stuffed with sand. I wanted to head back for a shower and I told her so. She glared at me menacingly, as if to imply that I was a gloomy mood spoiler for not joining in the sunny, joyous family event. I decided it took less effort to give in rather than hold my ground to proof a point. I walked over and peered over everyone's heads to check out the catch of the day. Baby crab the size of my thumbnail. Cool. I felt something crawling up my right ankle. Something big. I looked down and saw a gigantic ant attempting to climb up my right feet. Without thinking, I tried to shake it off with one violent yank of the feet and promptly kicked up a huge spray of sand at the direction of the gushing audience. They started sputtering and flailing their arms about, as if to wave away some invisible smoke. Only it was sand, tons of them. "Thank you, Cindy," Auntie Margaret said sarcastically as a sneeze escaped out of her sand-covered nose. I tried to look remorseful and apologize, but the sight of them coughing out sand and patting their wet hair dusted with sand was too much for me. Before I could choke out a decent "Sorry", I was bowling over with laughter. My mom looked over at me in mild disapproval, but I could see the corners of her mouth were twitching. "You overreacted, Cindy," she finally said, stating the obvious. After getting a hold of myself, I stuttered out an apology in the midst of uncontrolled giggles. These kind of incidents are usually funny in movies, but it's ROTFLOL funny when it happens in real life. Haha~! |