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Reality show

Tue, 15 Dec 2009 14:27:20 GMT

I was in a colleague's car on the way back home. At the other side of the street, there was a couple on the sidewalk of the Muzium Telekom. The guy had his one hand firmly around the girl's throat choking her, taking several steps back and shoved her to the ground.

What the heck was that?!

While the girl was on the ground, there were 2 ladies passed by and did nothing. To me, that was understandable as I think, the ladies didn't see everything from the beginning plus, even if they did, the guy is big enough to whack the ladies to pulp. What got me all annoyed was a policeman who is guarding the Telekom parking entrance was just standing there watching the drama! Without doing anything! You are a policeman for goodness' sake! This is the time to be trigger-happy! Just unclip the weapon, aim and shoot the shit! Take out your pepper mace and spray it! Then, use you club and bludgeon him to death! I know, redundancy of exclamation marks, can't help it.

What the heck was that, you spineless pathetic lame policeman?!

I noticed that the girl was holding an umbrella. God knows I really want her to use the pointy part of the umbrella and hit the guy in the nuts. Really hard! So that he can't use it ever again for the rest of his life. And while he's writhing in pain, the girl should continue to beat him with the umbrella senselessly and runs away!

In traumatizing reality, the guy bent down, talking something. Pull the girl up. Both talking with sad/scared expression on the girl's face and macho/shitty on the guy's and they walked away holding hands!

WHAT THE HECK WAS THAT?!! Holding freaking hands?! All forgiven and forgotten? Come on!

He hurts and humiliates her in public, I just hope that she dumps and left the guy. But not before she whacks or chokes or kicks him good. Seriously girl, what were you thinking? Ok, maybe you were thinking that "hey, I'm in love, in a relationship and I got someone to walk holding hands with, unlike you and you don't understand all these". Sure, there is very teeny weeny understandable point in that but please lah, in exchange of letting other people treat you like crap? especially physically. You've got to be kidding!

Gosh, I though all these traumatizing stuff only happens in movies. It brought out all the exclamation marks and the violence in me. I need to go and fix an appointment with my shrink.

Mommies' talk

Sun, 06 Dec 2009 15:20:05 GMT

After the exam, I met up with my senior. No, I'm so not gonna talk about the exam, it's too soon, I'm still raw. I need to go through several more sessions with my shrink to be able to talk about it.

Anyway, my senior (Sr.) met up with her senior (Double Sr.) and Double Sr. was nice enough to gift me a lift to the LRT station despite not knowing me. Well, she sending Sr., so, why not? I sat at the back like a big boss would. Double Sr. apologized for her messy mom-with-small-kids car; "macam ni lah kereta orang ada anak kecik" was her exact words. She should've seen Mak's car! And Mak's kids are all grown up! Mak has some serious apologizing to do, I tell you.

So, the big boss was at the back all by herself, Sr. and Double Sr. chatted in front. "My daughter is ok, but my son is a bit slow" "Well, boys are like that" "But I noticed he has good memory" "I even have to hold her hands so that she'd do her homework" "He passed his level two of reading" "how do I get to make my daughter do that?". I think under normal circumstances, I, the unattached, unmarried and unkid, would've rolled my eyes.

But I guess, I've grown & matured.

I was sitting at the back, stifling my giggles like little daughters would coz mommies are talking grown-up.

Mission: Aborted

Thu, 26 Nov 2009 00:47:18 GMT

I need to move up a phase of my stalking mission; Phase 0 to phase 1. Ok, that's not moving up, that's "starting up"! My plan is to talk to Jo, the stalkee's colleague; to press her for some info and stuff. After several days, I've finally met her at the Lava (not some fancy coffee joint, just a chic word for "LAVAtory") yesterday. After much consideration, reciting prayers & calming my erratic heartbeats�

Me: Jo, do you remember last week we were in the lift going down for lunch. You were with some lady friends and 3 guys; one is bald, one is chinese and another wearing specs? (Specs is stalkee)
Jo: *Looking confused and trying to remember* Hmmm�The bald one is Pravin, the chinese.�.the other one....?
Me: I think the one wearing specs is new lah, only saw him since a month ago. He just looks very familiar lah (such an excellent cover-up and lie!)
Jo: He's a malay?
Me: I dunno, looks like it.
Jo: Hmm. Oh! That's Nazri. Very handsome kan? *she laughed nervously like she's not supposed to find other guy is good looking coz she's happily married*
Me: Cute! *Joining her laugh to make it like jokey moment with her but God knows I do find him cute! But definitely not handsome*

With the jokey moment continues, perfect moment to ask something; gotta try my luck!

Me: He's married ah?
Jo: Beluuum�tapi baru je engaged.
Me: Aahh. (read: Darn it!)

There you go. Execution of phase 1 led to the end of the whole mission.

Ok. Moving. On.

p/s: Went to book sale preview and my best buy is hardcover Postsecret book for RM10/-!
p/p/s: Will be having an exam for the umpteenth time on Tuesday. Wish me luck!

Book contest

Mon, 23 Nov 2009 08:13:52 GMT

I�ve been entering this weekly book contest ever since it started. And I never win anything!

So. Ok.

Out of fun, when I comes to the 10^th contest, I entered using Brat�s name. What happened? Of course, Brat was one of the winners! Now, she can�t stop bragging on her lucky name. Technically, yes, I won the contest (prize is a book). But still! One time try using Brat�s name and she won? The destiny didn�t conspire with me.

Subsequently, I entered using my name and no such luck. For the next few, I didn�t bother coz I don�t like the prize. Recently, I tried my luck again. And I won! Woo hoo! But wait, what did I get? I won myself an invitation to a cheap books sale preview. What? Lemme see. Brat won a book for free (though technically its mine), I won an invitation that requires me to fork out my money to get a book?! Where�s the justice here? Tell me.

Won a contest. Yay!
Pay to get book. Not so yay. In fact, not yay at all.

Destiny didn�t conspire with me.

p/s: I�m preparing to do some serious damage to my purse and my ears; not sure Mak will like me buying more books.

p/p/s: Woohoo, I just found a stash of cash that I never knew I had in one of my big magical bag�s pockets!

Gloomy

Wed, 18 Nov 2009 03:15:46 GMT

My manager asked me to go to CCM today with *a colleague whom I have a problem of getting along with.

I feel like cryyyiiinnngggg. And the day just got gloomier.

*maybe one of these days, the story will be told.

Office Stalkee

Thu, 12 Nov 2009 00:52:47 GMT

How good is it to have a stalkee who works in the office opposite your office?

Very.good.indeed! Marvelous!

But how hard is it to stalk someone who works in the office opposite your office?

Apparently, very.hard.indeed.

Whenever I walk out of the office, he just came back from somewhere heading in. I can smile, but if other people caught me smiling to his back, that�s a bit dodgy.

p/s: maybe i can bribe the tea lady who always do some washing up in our shared washroom to put on good words for me? Heck, maybe i should just pass her a piece of paper with my number on it.

p/p/s: i.don't.think.so.lah.

Smelly nooses

Tue, 10 Nov 2009 05:55:19 GMT

I�m sure you�ve noticed that the yukhy smelly grey rubber nooses in certain LRT coaches have been changed to a new red (& grey) ones, which I guarantee will be as yukhy & smelly as the grey ones sooner or later.

One morning, there was this greedy "Green O&G" guy who was holding 2 smelly-black-daki-spotted rubber nooses; one in each hand. If he has his name embroided onto his shirt, I would definitely disclosed it. But he didn�t. Dang.

Anyway, I was so tempted to say to him: "Smell your hands, go ahead..smell it, Mr. Greedy." And I shall wait patiently with a smirk. Of course, that was all in my head lah.

Y�know what? If you need to hold on to the smelly noose, hold on to one will do. One smelly hand is enough, don�t you think? If you are tall enough to hold on to the horizontal railing, please do so. Pity us the vertically challenged (read: cute) people. If you are standing near the vertical railing, please make use of that to balance yourself.

Just a public service reminder.

Friends like these

Fri, 06 Nov 2009 02:43:06 GMT

The downside of going to work with your sister (read: Brat). Not working with her in the same office, just getting out of the house together.

When she needs to arrive at work early, we have to get out of the house early. That means, I arrive at the LRT station early. That means, I board the LRT early. That means, my stalking mission messes up. That means, the possibility of seeing the stalkee is practically none. That means, the sister has seriously messes up my plan single handedly. Gah!

The LRT stalkee is seriously cute, I kid you not. Especially when he dons his black skullcap and baju melayu. But I think he�s like, 8 years old i.e. way way way too young. Strictly for cuci mata only.

I recommend.

Danny Wallace�s Friends like these. It was one of the best books I�ve ever read�ever! Brilliantly funny and very well written. Not only I smiled and chuckled, I laughed! And I cried. Boo hoo.

You can borrow mine if you want, just don�t fold & crease the covers and most definitely do not break the spine! I�m particular like that. But even if you do (I hope accidentally), most probably I just overlook it because I�m nice like that.

I wish i can write like him.

No Plastic Bags!

Mon, 02 Nov 2009 03:15:36 GMT

If I can shove the things I�ve purchased into my big magic bag or my "recycle" bag, I will; "taknak plastic bag" I said.

Not really for environmental reasons (that�s secondary. Guilty!). Just that there are too many plastic bags in the house! And in my room! I don�t want to go through the "breeding plastic bags in my almari" phase again.

On my way to work this morning, I stopped by at the 24h convenient store. The lady in Q in front of me bought one small chocolate drink. The cashier girl asked "nak plastik?", the lady said "yes". And then my turn, I have 2 items and the cashier girl has standby-ed a plastic bag in her hand. After she teet-teet my purchase, I just said "taknak plastik". Cashier girl said "Bagus! Dia tu (the lady with chocolate drink) tak alam sekitar betul".

I just smiled. Smile because she said "tak alam sekitar", that was cute.

And today, the world will be a better place for you and for me...and the entire human race.

You are the best thing

Thu, 22 Oct 2009 01:36:44 GMT

Absolutely love the horns!

Ray LaMontagne's You are the best thing