Aih. I kena panggil "cilaka".
Eh, tunggu. Cilaka punya budak panggil I "cilaka"?
Jaga engkau! Hmmph!
*waves white flag*
My mind digested the story when I first watched it and I'd already put some thought into what I'd write and say… but I never actually got it done. I never completed it enough to click "Publish". Sort of like a half-chewed bubblegum or a half-eaten cookie that's left on the counter top… except it's a lot less gross.
First question posed:
The Break-Up – Have you watched it?
Well, as for me, I'm undecided. On the fence. Standing on middle ground. I mean, their eyes say that they've missed each other. You know? All lovey-dovey, I-kinda-miss-you and all that. The I-wish-we-never-went-down-that-painful-road kinda look, get it? There's fondness swimming around in those pupils. And their body language does tell that they do remember the good times they've shared along with the bond they've created. But is that enough for them to take that let's-get-back-together step? I'm not sure.
Being the romantic I am, I want to believe that they eventually run back into each other's arms, dance their way home to the theme of Romeo & Juliet and make passionate love in the living room (they couldn't make it to the bed in time) to the tunes of Jive Bunny.
Aih, I dunno lar. Look at the poster la. They tell us to "pick a side" but they don't freaking "pick a side" themselves! I hate I-don't-want-to-tell-you-what-happens-in-the-end endings. Mystery? Bleh. No thanks. Just give it to us straight up. What happened to closure, man!? Hello! Some of us have got better things to do with our time than think about fictional love story characters and their non-existent future together (or apart), okay!?
Oh, look at that! I finished the post. I did! I did!
Now I can finally say, "Ahhh, it is finished."
"How I wish that it was just…
How I wish that…
How I wish that tomorrow were a Saturday.
How I wish that…"
Yeah, I wish that, too.
If only bedtime was as good as often as it was.
How I wish…
Plus, the functions and features aren't half bad either. It boasts the much-talked-about-but-little-used-in-Malaysia 3G Technology, an expandable memory card ability (alongside its generous 50MB internal memory and already inserted 35MB memory card), an integrated MP3 player, video recording and video calling capability, a 1.0 Mega pixel camera with video, TFT & OLED colour displays, Bluetooth, Tri-Band as well as E-mail capability, meshed together with all other high-tech jazz.
But guys, listen up!
What I really like about it is its External LCD Display.
What a spankin' phone.
Well, unfortunately for the likes of us, the Samsung Z500 hasn't reached Malaysian shores yet. It'd probably take awhile more, too. Especially since we haven't exactly jumped onto the 3G-bandwagon. Sigh. So guys, I guess it looks like we're not even close to smelling it here anytime soon. Talk about being pathetic, man. Sheesh.
But well, the world still goes on without us.
As good as it is, the Samsung Z500 is already said to have been technologically replaced by the new Samsung Z510. Bleh. Whatever. I don't care. This phone says what I want to hear; it shows me what I want to see. It's gotta be better.
Go ahead and think I'm biased.
But then again, so what if I am?
The Samsung Z500 – a smart phone with a mind of its own.
"Sayang Pam", it says?
Ahhh, set la like that.
I've decided – I like it.
It's a clever one, this one.
So, the moral of today's post is: -
Listen to the phone.
As of this moment, I am officially obsessed. Been Nike-sports-pants crazy for a while now but today, I finally hit the whacko bar with my costliest buy yet.
Oh, but so pretty it is, no?
When I first saw (and fell in love with) this pair of tracks, I thought to myself, "Waaa. So nice! So gaya; summore so comfortable! I could definitely do with owning one of these babies, man!" Heh. Then after sneaking a peek at the price tag, I went, "WAAAA! CRAZY AH!? Raise real babies also cheaper, man!"
Don't think already. Just buy la!
Well, ladies and gentlemen, this garment features the famed Dri-FIT fabric that supposedly "wicks perspiration to keep you dry and comfortable".
But I so bought into it.
But then again, why ever not?
Yes yes. Dri-FIT's the way to go. And sure, too expensive and insanely overpriced, it is. But but but it's justifiable, right!? We're paying for groundbreaking fabric technology here, right!? It's supposed to keep me dry and comfortable, right!?
That's what I keep telling myself.
*repeats to self*
Technology costs money.
Technology costs money.
Technology costs money.
Technology costs money.
Aaarrgh, forget it.
This is way too much work.
Me's got spanky pants pants to enjoy.
You know, I remember reading about this somewhere. Many many YEARS ago. Waaay before I even came close to romantically holding hands with someone of the opposite sex. Haha. At that point in time, the max was when I held hands in a circle to pray, or when teacher said to hold hands and walk two-by-two or we'd not be allowed to go for break time. Haha. Young and innocent. I was a good kid, I was. I am a good kid.
Anyways, it was an article or perhaps a forwarded email that said that the way you hold hands is a telltale sign of how long your relationship will last. Silly, I know. But interesting, nevertheless. Do check it out. Haha.
METHOD ONE: The Two Intertwined Little Fingers
Said to be the least "steady" when it comes to romantic relationships. Acceptable only during I-shy-you-also-shy dating periods that are commonly associated to the early months of dating. However, the couple should progress to Method 2 (coming up) as soon as that phase passes. This method should not be practiced in long-term relationships as it signifies a relationship that is easily broken and unable to withstand the test of bad times. It lacks the much needed tenacity to ensure the relationship's survival. Not good. Except for when it comes to the lack of sweaty palms, of course.
METHOD TWO: The Clasped Hands
Said to be a one-up from Method 1 but still lacks the staying power that's akin to Method 3 (coming up). May cause sweaty palms but has a significantly higher perseverance level as compared to Method 1. Not a bad start to a relationship but couples should progress to Method 3 so as not to remain in the We'reComfortableWithOneAnother Zone. Couples, do not stagnate but strive to enter the We'reCommittedToOneAnother Zone that comes with Method 3.
METHOD THREE: The Clasped Hands With Fingers Intertwined
Said to be the WeHaveMadeItAsACouple Method. May or may not cause sweaty palms, depending on how tightly intertwined the fingers are. This method is complex. WeHaveJustMadeItAsACouple couples tend to tightly grip hands and plaster them together, while WeHaveAlreadyMadeItAsACouple couples employ a more relaxed hand-holding practice, giving each other's palms some breathing room. This apparently signifies how liam-liam (Hokkien for "sticky") the couple tends to be with one another. Increased liam-liam-ity shows higher levels of insecurity and greater levels of clingy-ness. The opposite is true of lower levels of liam-liam-ity.
DISCLAIMER: The writer so does not remember the exact information provided. As such, she is simply giving this a shot with whatever her very-limited-but-already-very-full memory has stored and has managed to regurgitate. The writer holds no responsibility for any negative effects (i.e. couple-fights regarding intertwining pinkies and clasping hands, etc…) that may arise from publishing this post. All positive effects are deemed the direct results of the writer's endeavor to educate her readers. Thank you for your kind attention.
Jumped at the chance to people-watch this Valentine's and noticed some boo-boo's a number of couples committed. Laughed my head off and continued people-watching. Not a bad way to pass the time, actually. Haha. But friends, I don't just watch.
Don't worry. I'm a nice person. Really.
In fact, I'm so nice that I'll share some of my class-notes with you.
…Ditch the matching clothing. It's passé. The only stuff couples should ever match is anything people can't see. Underwear or something – anything but what the rest of us are able to see. Hmmm. But then again, matching underwear is just corny. Not to mention it's freakishly weird. Your call.
…Don't walk by like you think the world is looking at you. Anybody who's a part of a couple (writer excluded) is waaaay too absorbed with each other to even sneak a glance your way. Self-absorbed much? Sheesh. Otherwise, it's just downright mean to hope that a singleton would pass you a glance and salivate over your partner for their lack thereof. Find that heart, okay? I hope you've even got one.
…Don't be overdressed for the occasion or the venue. Spiky heels, evening gowns and bow-ties are overkills in mere shopping malls. Cocktail dresses are already a pretty far stretch but I'll close an eye. After all, it's not me who's looking out of place. It's you. Haha. But sure, there's always the benefit of the doubt. Maybe you had dinner someplace nice before hitting the mall. Maybe. Hmmm.
…Ladies, go easy on the make-up. You wouldn't want your men to have to part your fake eyelashes in order to look into your eyes, would you? Plus, I doubt you'd want your lipstick to hitchhike over to your men's pouters to help give them that added ounce of sex appeal, would you? Huh!? Huh?! Would you? FYI, CSI's forensic team calls this phenomenon 'transference'. Heh.
…One perfume type per couple or none at all – thank you very much. Some scents just don't go very well together, you know? They just don't. So stop giving us headaches and quit with the over spraying. Bomba Malaysia should be called in to hose you guys down if not for the small matter of our impending water shortage. It's a health hazard. Why? Cos you ain't killin' bugs with that hundred-dollar bottle of cologne, aftershave, perfume, or whatever the else it is that you're using. You're killin' the rest of us.
Oh well, I'm done for the night. Am beat. Should I remember anything else, I'll add to the list. Should I remember anything else but be too lazy or busy to post, I'll not. Haha. Subjectivity's a great friend to have.
I'm tired. It's bedtime for me. A long day, it's been.
I have to admit though, I throughly enjoyed myself.
I shall people-watch again. Oh yes, I will, I will.
Humanity is such a cruel race to have to face.
Happy Valentine's Day!!!
Yeah, you got that right. That was a sigh.
Cos I'm so not feeling the love right now.
Somehow or another, Valentine's has been overshadowed by The Great Red. How pathetic. Everywhere I go, stores play mega-irritating chinky tong-chiang melodies out loud and proud, without realization or shame that they've shunned another very important day – a day to celebrate our love for one another. Looks like good ol' Valentine's Day has just been booted off the importance list of Commercialism.
Personally, I'd choose misshaped hearts hanging from shopping mall ceilings and horny-looking cupids pasted on store windows than see those red lanterns and red drapes that frame store entrances. Sigh. I want my Valentine's Day – the highly commercialized one. Full deco is simply a must! Compulsory. No excuses. Gimmie my hanging hearts, darn it!!!
Overpriced restaurants that threaten bankruptcy • Expensive gifts that empty pockets and kill wallets • Fancy cards with mush enough to suffocate and cause diabetes • Million-dollar bouquets of flowers that could have fed a third-world country or two • Dilated pupils that make you wonder if it could be one of the many causes of blindness or at least provides reasonable grounds for Love being blamed for the hike in shortsightedness in our population • Overly pouty lips that rival those belonging to Goldie Hawn • Excessive hand-holding… and the various other means we employ to in hopes of showing our partners that we love them.
Cupid running away. Heh.
Sorry, I just couldn't resist uploading that pic.
Check out the calf muscles on Mr Runaway Cupid, man.
I'd say "yum" but instead, I think I'll just refrain from doing so. Haha.
Sigh. I really dunno la, actually. Haha. I started writing this post thinking I knew but it turns out I'm not as smart as I thought I was. HAHA. Darn. Perhaps it's because everybody else wants it. Everybody does it. Therefore, we have to, too. Hold hands, stare into each others eyes – IT'S AN ORDER!
Makes dating sound like quite a chore, doesn't it?
Reminds me of my primary school days when
we had to hold hands and walk two by two.
Except that we're all grown up and are approaching adulthood now.
But it's Valentine's Day and we must persevere.
Hold hands till our sweat glands cry out for mercy, we must.
Stare into each other's eyes till we get double vision, we will.
All the best, y'all.
All. The. Best.
Have a good Valentine's Day this 2007, guys.
See, I knew I had to hint that this is a Valentine's post or else the boat-talk would have just so sunk to the bottom of the ocean along with whatever meaning I meant to give it, or deep insight I meant to add on to it. Right? Right? Just admit it. Aih. Next time think fast a bit can bo? Next time I no more helping you di. Next time own self think ya. Today special. Today I good mood. Got people make my day, so today you lucky a bit.
You see, when you're in a relationship, you're both in it together – in it for the ups, the downs, the good and the bad. You take it all… together. You put on a brave front when times are bad and you give shaky smiles and hold sweaty hands when the weather around you grows dark and stormy. You face the worst of times together – side by side and hand in hand. When one goes down, so does the other.
Hmmm. Doesn't make being with another sound like a very easy feat, does it? But, come on. We all want it anyways. We want to know what life is like around the river-bend. And as difficult as it is to carry the responsibility for having "your side of the boat", we each want A side. The best part is that we want someone on the OTHER side to make the boat ride worth the time and effort that come along with nasty sunburns and aching arms. Bah. We, humans, are relational creatures. We don't really want our own boats. Nope. Sure, we talk about it. But what we really want is to SHARE boats. And no, it's not cos it'll cause less congestion or reduce pollution.
Okay. It's official. I'm lame.
I blame it on the 4 a.m. bug that's hit my brain.
So anyways, the fact of the matter is that when one goes down, so does the other. That's what differentiates and sets a partner apart from a friend anyways, right? That's what makes a girlfriend/boyfriend/wife/husband/spouse/partner who they are, right?
But hey, it's not too bad an observation by a TV Host, no? I have to say, I was impressed! Whoever said those in the entertainment industry only had pretty faces but lacked brains sure got it wrong this time. Thumbs up for Mr Hugh Sowns. You rock.
So how was my attempt at a V-Day post? Personally, I don't think it was loved-up enough. I went too easy on the mush. I really shouldn't have. But then again, it's not very nice to raise hairs and send shivers up spines just 2 days before The Day, right? Yeah, I was being nice.
Argh, who am I kiddin'?! I've always liked writing about Love & Relationships. Go look up my previous posts if you don't believe me. It was only after some comments by SOME people that I changed direction. Made my posts a little less lovey-dovey and reduced the mush level considerably. Kind and considerate to my readers, I am.
You sink, I sink.
You sink, I sink.
You sink, I sink.
That can't be right.
You float, I float.
You float, I float.
You float, I float.
Yeah. That's better. =)
Went back to the same Malay food store as I did back in December and saw the same nasty stuff, just like I saw the last time I was there.
Some things change when they clearly shouldn't;
some things never change although they should.
That's the deal with life, eh?
Went in search of a nail-clipper. Lost mine. Darn it. Mine was a good one. Sigh. Think the brand was Gracemate. Doesn't look like it's in production anymore. Sniff. They always have to pull the plug on the good stuff. Kebodohan. Anyway, here it is.
It's called The Classic Nail Clipper, by QVS Global Australia. Chrome plated, complete with fold-out file and key chain. Yeah, whatever. That's real fancy for a real normal-looking nail-clipper. Just don't be all talk, alright. You'd better "perform" as well as your predecessor, if not better. And that RM5.87 had better be worth it. Grrr.
Polycarbonate water tumblers that are light weight, extremely durable, odor free, stain resistant, dishwasher safe, and has a maximum temperature tolerance of 135ºC / 275ºF with a minimum temperature tolerance of -135ºC / -211ºF. Whoa. Talk about being tough! Use with glee for it comes with easy filling, cleaning and drinking. Yes, sir! Thumbs up for BROS! No… Make that TWO thumbs up – one for the red 365ml one, and another for the brown and turquoise 1125ml version.
And now, for the final purchase of the day…
Mickey for Kids with indicator bristles by Oral-B®.
*big fat cheesy grin*
Yeah, I know. It's for kids. =p But it only cost RM2.99! Haha. I really should stick to buying kiddie toothbrushes from now on. I bought a Hello Kitty one a couple of years back. For fun. Simply because it was too cute to be left on the shelf. It's still kept in storage. Haha. I'd show it to you but I'm too comfortable on my bed to get up, take a pic and upload it so you go on ahead and use some imagination, okay?
…Go cut your nails.
…Go drink plenty of water.
Oral hygiene is of primary importance.
…Go brush your teeth.
I've done my bit for humanity. =)
Artist: Carrie Underwood
Song Title: Don't Forget To Remember Me
18 years had come and gone
For momma they flew by
But for me they drug on and on
We were loadin' up that Chevy, both tryin' not to cry
Momma kept on talkin', puttin' off good-bye
Then she took my hand and said
Baby don't forget
Before you hit the highway you better stop for gas
And there's a 50 in the ashtray in case you run short on cash
Here's a map and here's a Bible if you ever lose your way
Just one more thing before you leave
Don't forget to remember me
This downtown apartment sure makes me miss home
And those bills there on the counter
Keep telling me I'm on my own
And just like every Sunday I call momma up last night
And even when it's not, I tell her everything's alright
Before we hung up I said
Hey Momma, don't forget
To tell my baby sister I'll see her in the fall
And tell mee-maw that I miss her, yeah, I should give her a call
And make sure you tell Daddy that I'm still his little girl
Yeah I still feel like I'm where I'm supposed to be
But don't forget to remember me
Tonight I find myself kneelin' by the bed to pray
I haven't done this in a while
So I don't know what to say
But Lord, I feel so small sometimes in this big old place
Yeah I know there's more important things
But don't forget to remember me
Don't forget to remember me
I love this song. It's one of the few around without a lyrical Chorus. Containing only climaxes in the melody that resemble a Chorus, it's different. I like different. I guess this isn't the first I've heard of Chorus-less songs. I believe I've blogged one such song before. I just can't seem to remember which one. Haha. Nevertheless, this song's nice. Very nice.
It's about people who leave home for a life away from home. Some leave for study, and some leave for work. In this case, it's study, I think. Considering the girl's only 18 when she leaves home. Kinda reminds me of myself. Haha. A month and a half before I left home, I just turned 17. Wasn't planning on leaving home so soon but turns out plans changed and what I had in mind didn't quite work out as well as the new plan did. The result? Mummy cried buckets. Ahhh, memories, memories.
Anyways, back to the story at hand. Whatever the reason may be (study or work), people leave their homes in hopes of achieving their dreams of living a better life in a better place. With that, they struggle along their way, leaving behind loved ones, friends and a life of comfort and security. Sigh. Sounds depressing, doesn't it? But in all honesty, facing the big bad world ain't that bad at all. To me, at least. Really. You'll survive. The best advice is, after all, in this song.
I love this line. It's true, you know. I've lost my way more times than I can count. Not that I'm proud of it, but to be honest about it, I have. And I've come to realise that no matter how dark the situation and no matter how deep in mud you've got yourself stuck in, when you bring God into the picture, everything becomes easier to bear. All you have to do is turn to Him. He'll handle the rest. He gives you direction. He gives you purpose for the journey. He gives you strength to go along your way. The Bible's the greatest map to getting your way through Life.
Mothers share a special bond with their children. They are connected in ways that Daddies never are. Perhaps it's because they carried us for 9 months. I don't know. Maybe it's because women are emotional creatures who often sweep the areas around them for some sort of emotional connection with another. Yeah, Mummies are special. And they never want to say "Goodbye" if they ever get you on the phone.
Little girls grow up sooner or later. Cute as they may be, they do that, don't they? They grow up, leaving behind their pretty frocks, tiny teacups, gummy bears and colourful scrunchies. They become whatever they were born to become… but only in the eyes of the rest of the world that looks on. Somehow, Daddy's eyes are always oblivious to the little details that come with "growing up". Nope, his eyes never see it. And his heart never tells him otherwise.
"Don't forget to remember me"
No matter how many years go by, no matter how much older we are today, and no matter how grown-up we appear to be, we still want to be remembered by the people we love – we want to be kept close to heart, in mind and in thought. Don't forget to remember me.
Well, due to this unfortunate circumstance, you've officially been moved to the blood sucker's not-so-anonymous group. Hmmph! Sigh. But okay la. I give you face. You're not as bad as that "Other One" nearer home. You know? You know?
*eyebrow eyebrow wink wink*
Aih, forget it. You don't know.
Anyway, Queensbay charges are as such (for the time being).
RM1 per entry. Even on weekends!
Not so bad la. I think it's fair. For now.