Wednesday, May 30, 2007

Nice Kitty

This is so last week.

But, oh well...


Watch what you say to me. Be a nice kitty.


Read "Whoops" if you didn't get this post.

Wrong Way

I made a mistake.


I went about it the wrong way. Didn't do it right.
It wasn't they who were stupid. No, it was I.
And now, I know the reason for my failure.

You rock la. You da man.

Da SheepMan!


I'll know what to do next time.

Come For Me

You always say you'll come for me,
You say it without a stutter.

You always say you'll come for me,
But the distance still grows wider.

You always say you'll come for me,
And till then I've gotta be a fighter.

You always say you'll come for me,
So till then I'll play the loner.

You always say you'll come for me,
I wish that day'd come swifter.

You always say you'll come for me,
But will you ever, never or neither?

– pamsong, 28 May 2007

Tuesday, May 29, 2007

Mari Kite Bergolek

Kira syok juge 'pabile ade k'rusi beroda 'tuk ku golek kesana kemari. Malas nak jalan pun tak 'pe. Golek aje. Settle. Senang aje 'tika terpakse nak jumpa or'ng lain di tempat duduk mereke.

Nyek nyek.
Ku suke sangat!
Geli hatinye I!

Eh eh...

Aku perasan semacam 'pabila berbahasa Melayu
stail kampung, semacam ade feeeeeel lagi lah!


Monday, May 28, 2007

Blue Is Not A Colour

I don't know what's wrong but something is.

I'm unhappy. I'm sad. I'm tired. I'm disappointed. I'm discontented. With what and at what, I don't know. I'm everything all at once – everything that comes in a very glass-half-full fashion. Hitched a ride on the Emo Train this morning and haven't gotten off since.

This morning's been a crummy one.


Maybe it's the Monday blues that are coming down on me or something. Whatever it is, I hope it passes. Soon.

Tick Tock

40 hours. I rock. Not.

So dead by morning.


Long live Insomnia. May you die keeping us up.

Sunday, May 27, 2007


1 sheep jumped over the fence.
2 sheep jumped over the fence.
3 sheep jumped over the fence.
4 sheep jumped over the fence.
5 sheep jumped over the fence.
6 sheep jumped over the fence.
7 sheep jumped over the fence.


Stupid sheep.


Good = Heaven | Bad = Hell

Was talking to a friend online just a few days back. You know, one of those friends you think you can easily talk to but rarely ever find yourself talking to (we haven't spoken in close to FIVE years, I think) when you're no longer running in the same social circles. Heh. Yeah, I've got a number of such friends, actually.

Anyhew, somewhere along our conversation,
I said something I'd like to remember.


Good relationships fly you straight up to the highest of heavens;
bad relationships drag you right into the deepest pits of hell.

- pamsong, 24 May 2007


It's true isn't it?

There are only a handful of things that hold enough power to pile on the stress – family, relationship and finances. Now, we all know why people stress about family problems so I won't even bother going into that. And if you've ever had 10 days to go with only RM50 in your wallet, you'd also know how financial problems can be a powerful stress factor. So let's get into the more interesting bit, shall we? Let's dive straight into BGR.

Good, healthy boy-girl relationships make everyday better than the last. I'm not just trying to make it all sound good. That wasn't a line. It's truth. Why? Because good BGR brings out the best in both parties involved. And when the best of you meets the best of your partner, how could any day be worse than the day that's just passed you by? It's highly impossible. Two positives don't result in a negative.

Don't get me wrong, though. I'm not saying that there will never be hang-ups; I'm not saying that there'll never be storms that you'll both have to weather. All I'm saying is that when it's you against the world (not you against each other), it'll never just be you. "You'll never walk alone." And when you're in a good relationship, you'll KNOW that. You'll feel it in your bones.

Such relationships become your sanctuary in this crazy, mixed-up world. All at once, you feel like less of a disappointment simply because you know that no matter what, you've got Acceptance by your side. They make you feel complete. (Not that you weren't complete before.) And most importantly, they really do double the joy and divide the bad.

As for the bad ones...
well, they do the total opposite.


I know, I know. I snitched that line.

Go, Liverpool. Happy now?

Sketching 101

It's all in the way your eye sees proportions and how your hands and fingers work things out in the very same proportions that your eyes tell them to.

Or something to that effect.


Bottom line is this:
It's all in the eyes.

*blink blink wink wink*

Same or not?



I miss art classes. I do.
It's been awhile, you know.
8 years, actually. (Yes, I counted.)

I miss my favourite brand of colour pencils. I miss Buncho crayons. I miss my favourite brush. I miss my colour palettes. I miss potato printing. I miss collage work. I miss art folios. Heck, I even miss dirty paint water.


Yep, 8 years. It's been a loooong time.

Darn it.

I So, So Very Like!

My uber-super-duper-ultimate-most-favourite-est room in the whole wide world that none other can even come close to comparing with.


Now, all I need is a baby.

Saturday, May 26, 2007

Amber Chia?!? Yuck.

Dear friends, I present you the Amber post as promised.


Haha. I think that my post title pretty much sums up this post so, honestly, if you're not much into insignificant details , I suggest you move on to my older posts. I won't cause a scene. I promise. I'll even give you some suggestions!

The Operasi Train Jantan series
may be of interest to you instead.
Try that. Enjoy.

And now for the rest of you who've decided to stay on this ride, let's dive right into the many reasons I dislike the infamous (to me, at least) Amber Chia, shall we?

1. I don't think she's hot enough to be a world class model. Sure, she's got that weird look that scouts tend to go for but she's not the drop-dead-gorgeous kind that turns heads wherever she goes. She totally doesn't join the ranks of the Cindy Crawfords, Sharon Stones and Claudia Schiffers of the world. And fine, if you really wanna argue that they're women from modeling days gone by, I'll say this: she doesn't even come close to Tyra Banks. Amber? Model? Pfft.

2. I think she's been overused. Modeling must somehow have given her the divine gift of omnipresence cos the woman is EVERYWHERE. Eehh-veer-ree-wheeere. See until jelak and muak already. There's nothing she isn't endorsing. NOTHING! Ugh. Who knows, you may even find the woman strutting around in men's briefs one day, telling the world how unbelievably comfortable they are, expressing how much she loves the way she looks in them and gushing about how sexy they make her feel... in broken English.

Which, of course, brings me
to my next and final point...

3. She can't speak English for nuts. She's speaks really, really, REALLY the bad England. Me is not joking you. So, so selious! If you can seeing my face, you sure know. She is like speaking lie dis always. I've met her! I guarantee you it's true! I mean, come on, man. How can you possibly call yourself an INTERNATIONAL model when you can't even speak the International Language?! Tsk tsk. Shame on you.

*blink blink*

Dang. Why do I suddenly feel guilty for dissing her?
Oh, right. It's cos she's just... there.

*points below*


Tinki Talks has officially been Amber-infiltrated. Ugh. Nothing escapes that woman. Not even my personal blog. Aarrrgghhh! So very the pantang. Down with Amber Chiaaa.

Last words of the day:
Buy Pensonic. Your enjoyment.

Friday, May 25, 2007

Life Is About Making Choices


It's been so long since I've heard that line.

I actually miss Ridzuan the Musical. I can't remember when that was exactly but I'm thinking it must have been sometime late last year. Haha. One of the signs that old age is slowly but surely creeping up on me. Heh.

I loved the songs. I did. And oh, the medleys – so nice! Plus, watching the group dances was pretty cool, too. Especially when your non-dancer friends are dancing and prancing on stage. *snicker* But honestly, it was the lead actress that I could barely keep my eyes off. *grin* Yes, I said act-ress. JENG! Haha. Worry not. Straight, I am. Very. Just that I found it a struggle to tear my gaze away from this girl. *blush*

I can't explain what it was lah. She's just got that... quality. I don't know what it is exactly but she's just so... likable! You know? I mean, she wasn't drop dead gorgeous (although she sure was mighty pretty), she didn't have the most fantastic voice on the planet (but she sure could sing), she wasn't the best dancer in the world (ok-lah; can move). Nope, those qualities weren't it. All she had to her star quality was that... thing.

Aiyah! Dunno how to explain to you all di la!

*blink blink*

Dang, I have digressed.

So, yeah. Life is about making choices.
I made a real lousy one today.



Thursday, May 24, 2007

Let Thine Self Be Tempted

Yesterday was super-power-blue-sky day. The sky was crazy blue, I tell you! It was incredible. The sun was shining brightly and the white clouds stood at stark contrast against the cornflower sky. Even so, it wasn't as hot as it looked. Everything was just perfect. So perfect that I could barely resist snapping a picture or two.

I thought to myself, "No la no la. You'll look like an idiot. Never see blue sky before ah?" But then the other part of me said, "What the heck. Just take lah!" So, I gave in and let myself be taken in.



So pretty. So worth getting tempted.

Fried Chicken, Yellow Vege and Papadom

Lunch. Yum.

Wednesday, May 23, 2007


Yesterday was such.

Today will be different.

What a difference RM2 makes.

Oh My Goodness!

I just found out that I got tagged!
Like two whole weeks ago!
Goodness, I didn't even know!

*blink blink*

I'm sorrriieeeee. =(


Okay, now back to the tag.

I've already done the SIX WEIRD THINGS ABOUT ME tag. Did it back in March. I'm freakier than you'll ever be. Go read the following if you want Freak redefined.

Well, Tagger , looks like you're lagging.
Anyhew, let's get to your other tag, okay?

THE RULES: *insert deleted*

I so didn't know what the heck the rules were sayin'. And honestly, I think Tagger got it wrong. Therefore, the new rules are...

There. Are. No. Rules.


I just always wanted to say that.

Okay, now that we've gotten that all cleared up, what I'm supposed to do is prepare a list with the top 5 places I enjoy eating at, wherever I'm at right now. This should be easy. COME ON!

(in no particular order)

1. Ketam Steamboat, Kepong. These guys have the most "hiong" soup on the planet. No joke. Especially when you're nearing the end of a three-hour long conversation over steamboat and the soup is already super KAU. Mmm mmm! Plus, the people are really, really, really nice, you know. AND the best thing about them is that they open late enough for supper crowds such as I.

2. Dry Bak Kut Teh behind Klang Parade, Klang. It's very different from the regular bak kut teh. For one, it's dry. Duh. The soup comes in a separate bowl (which you can ask the servers to refill should you want more). But my-oh-my, the taste is to die for. I'm not a fan of pork but I tell you, this one is so s-p-e-c-i-a-l that I've made an exception. Yums!

3. Food Junction, Midvalley Megamall. They serve mean chicken rice at an affordable price. And you never ever have to wait. Also, if you ask for extra soup, they give it to you in killer bowls that you can drown fish in... without any extra charge.

4. Pan Mee, Jalan Alor, KL. I recently got introduced to this pan mee (like 2 or 3 weeks ago) and it's superb! They give lots of ikan bilis and that water-less chai that's always found in pan mee. The soup has a slightly heavier garlic taste as compared to other pan mee stalls I've tried but it's still good. I'd definitely go again. Hmmm. If I can only find my own way there. Haha.


Darn it, I ran out of places I like to eat at.
Maybe it's cos it's just after lunch
and I'm not exactly hungry yet.

Four enough la, okay? Peace.

Oh, and by the way, I don't tag.
Hence, this tag ends here.


p/s: I'm in KL la, brudder.

When Blues Meet Browns

Ice-cream, french fries, Pepsi (no, I didn't forget),
clothes we can't afford, shoes we drool over
...and damn good company.

We should do it again sometime. =)

I think Vincci misses us.
We owe it to them.

Jail, Anyone?

They're cool! They're hip! They're hot!
And they're soooooo in!

Stripes are the rage these days. All of Hollywood's talking about it. The good news is that we're bringing it right to Sunway's premier (and only) shopping mall, just for you! And guys, when haute couture comes in black and white, it's even better! High quality designer pants for every occasion. Seriously. You'd wear it for every occasion if you had the chance. Don't believe me, ask Paris Hilton!

So, get your very own
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for only RM49.90, today!

State prisoners wanna be you;
crooks wanna date you.
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Tuesday, May 22, 2007

Operasi Train Jantan: Part 10

Har har har.

And after a short break, it's back again.

The topic of the day:
To be or not to be.

Okay, this is gonna be really difficult to differentiate. So perhaps I'll just go into scenarios first. Imagine this. Your girlfriend is on the phone. She's crying her eyes out. She's one step away from zapping herself stupid cos her salty tears are slowly flooding the electronics within her handphone casing. She tells you that she's upset. She says her friend has bullied her. Mistreated her. Wrongly accused her. Pulled her hair and put powdered acid into her make-up set. Whatever the case, what do you do?

Uh oh.

Which of the following would you probably say?

1. Who!? Did what!? When!? I KIIIILLLLL HEEEERRRRRR!

2. Aiyo, again ah? This friend is not worth your time la. Stop talking to her. Stop mixing with her already.

3. Don't cry already, okay? I'll be home soon. I'll leave the office right now.

4. With people like this ah, you need to deal with them differently already, okay? Cannot put yourself in this kind of position to get hurt. Must be smart. Think a bit. Use your brain against them.

5. What'd she do? Then did she say anything? And then what did you do?

6. You sure ah? Don't so drama can or not.

7. HUH? What the hell happened?

8. Oh no! How could she do that to you? Sigh. Don't worry, okay? I'm here for you.

9. Eh, why you always got problem with people wan? What did you do to provoke her la?

10. So what are you going to do about it? What's your plan? Don't be stupid and just take it all. I teach you.

11. Relax ya. Everything's gonna be okay. It's all going to be alright.

12. Who did it? How could that happen? I'm so sorry to hear that.

13. Shit happens. Live with it.

14. Do you want me to talk to her about it? I really wouldn't mind. Would it help?

15. How bout you get dressed. I'll bring you out tonight, okay? We go for a nice dinner, catch a movie, maybe get ice cream – forget all your sorrows. How does that sound? Would that help you feel better?

16. See! I told you already. Nobody's as good as I am to you wan la. Nobody. I'm the best.

17. Oh, that happened to me before, too! Like that time ha, I went blah... blah... blah...

18. Aiyo, I’ve got no time for all of this, okay. Go call one of your girlfriends instead and get over it by the time I’m home.

19. Haih, stop crying la. Just smack the damn b*tch and you're even.

JENG. Haha. Yes yes, I know.
That's a lot of options to choose from.

But then again, there are many different types of people. We all know that. So let me break it down for ya right now.

I've come up with 10 major headings for male-types based on the nature of responses they offer their women. The man who plays The Psycho, The Joker, The Problem-Solver, The Hounder, The Narcissist, The Blamer, The Indifferent, The Protector, The Sympathiser and The TLC-Giver. So now that we've established that, let's go into them one by one.

The Psycho: Okay, I know this kinda guy is rare among my friends but you have to admit that they do exist. Guys like these say, "Who!? Did what!? When!? I KIIIILLLLL HEEEERRRRRR!" ...and really do commit to the crime as promised. [Note to my girls: Never ever date guys like these. They'd do the same to you if it was you they were pissed at. *gulp*]

The Joker: This boyfriend does exactly the same and adds laughter at the end of his sentence. "Who!? Did what!? When!? I KIIIILLLLL HEEEERRRRRR! *pauses* HAHAHA. Laugh a bit laaa, hon." Not funny. Especially not when your girl's crying her eyes out on the other side of the line. Guys like these make good buddies on a good night out but they kinda suck at being good boyfriends cos they don't know when to joke and when to get serious.

The Problem-Solver: This is your typical guy. I believe that most men fall into this category. He's the guy you turn to when you need anything taken care of. He's the boyfriend who offers you every solution to any problem, sometimes even before you open your mouth to ask. He's the one you know you can turn to whenever anything crops up that's too much to handle. He's efficient. He's effective. No need to beat around the bush. No need to go into lengthy descriptions about your problem. Just give him the gist and he's off with a plan. This kinda guy is good to have around the day AFTER your tears. The following is a list of The Problem-Solver-boyfriend type answers: -

2. Aiyo, again ah? This friend is not worth your time la. Stop talking to her. Stop mixing with her already.

4. With people like this ah, you need to deal with them differently already, okay? Cannot put yourself in this kind of position to get hurt. Must be smart. Think a bit. Use your brain against them.

10. So what are you going to do about it? What's your plan? Don't be stupid and just take it all. I teach you.

14. Do you want me to talk to her about it? I really wouldn't mind. Would it help?

The Hounder: This boyfriend drives you to madness while you're in a rage yourself. Even while you're standing in your puddle of tears, he expects answers. He demands that all his questions be answered before you start crying. Guys like these say stuff like the following: -

5. What'd she do? Then did she say anything? And then what did you do?

7. HUH? What the hell happened?

10. So what are you going to do about it? What's your plan? Don't be stupid and just take it all. (Minus the "I teach you" statement.)

The Narcissist: This is the WORSE of all types. There's no getting a word in. Start on your rant and it eventually becomes his. Talk about your problem and he tells you how much you should appreciate him. The whole world revolves around him and your problems are there to prove and show you how great he is and how you should appreciate him for just being as great as he thinks he is. He only interested in himself and not in you or whatever it is you're going through.

16. See! I told you already. Nobody's as good as I am to you wan la.

17. Oh, that happened to me before, too! Like that time ha, I went blah... blah... blah...

The Blamer: This guy thinks that whenever something happens, SOMEONE must have done something wrong. And that someone is a BAD person. That's his conclusion. Nothing is an accident and nobody is blameless. Not even you.

2. Aiyo, again ah? This friend is not worth your time la. Stop talking to her. Stop mixing with her already.

9. Eh, why you always got problem with people wan? What did you do to provoke her la?

The Indifferent: Boyfriends like these break hearts. They show no interest in your problem, express no sympathy, offer no help, and remain uninvolved. They downplay your problems and sneer at your emotional outburst. They just don't care enough about you to care about your problem. If you've got such a guy, it's time to find another. If your problem isn't worth his time, he's not worth yours.

6. You sure ah? Don't so drama can or not.

13. Shit happens. Live with it.

18. Aiyo, I’ve got no time for all of this, okay. Go call one of your girlfriends instead and get over it by the time I’m home.

19. Haih, stop crying la. Just smack the damn b*tch and you're even.

The Protector: Women tend to appreciate protector men. This man wants to shield you from the rest of the world. He believes that the world is too good for such a woman as you. He wants to be by your side the moment bad times hit. He wants to be the one to tell you that he's got everything covered and that he can keep you safe from anything bad the world may bring your way. Such men make women feel like putty in their hands. Beware, though. Feeling like putty's fine if your man IS a protector and isn't just PLAYING protector. The Protector says things like: -

3. Don't cry already, okay? I'll be home soon. I'll leave the office right now.

8. Oh no! How could she do that to you? Sigh. Don't worry, okay? I'm here for you.

11. Relax ya. Everything's gonna be okay. It's all going to be alright.

14. Do you want me to talk to her about it? I really wouldn't mind. Would it help?

The Sympathiser: This kinda guy says the right things and probably even feels the right thing. He's expressive. He shows compassion. He puts himself into your shoes. He gives you a shoulder to cry on. Offers a listening ear. He just seems to understand what you're going through. And even if he thinks that what you're going through is unbelievably petty, he doesn't say it. Instead, he offers you all the emotional support you need from him.

8. Oh no! How could she do that to you? Sigh. Don't worry, okay? I'm here for you.

The TLC-Giver: Oh, every woman's favourite. This is the regular lady's man who goes all out to pamper his woman on a daily basis. He's into cuddles, romantic nights out, massages, flowers, light kisses, leaving sweet notes and the like. He knows what makes a woman melt and does it to HER advantage. Not his. He knows that the greatest gift he can ever give her is his attention, his affection, his acceptance, his adoration, his time, and his love. And that's exactly what he'll give her. You'd probably hear him say something like: -

3. Don't cry already, okay? I'll be home soon. I'll leave the office right now.

15. How bout you get dressed. I'll bring you out tonight, okay? We go for a nice dinner, catch a movie, maybe get ice cream – forget all your sorrows. How does that sound? Would that help you feel better?

Phew. Done.

So now let's go into the men women need
and the men they definitely could do without.

Yep. As you can see, 5 Men Types have been crossed out. They just don't make the cut. Simple as that. I know I shed very negative light on The Joker earlier but that was because of the scenario. On an every day basis, The Joker would actually be a good partner to have. He'd lighten days and make merry your nights. Everybody needs some laughter. What better way to get your daily dose than from your partner? Just hold the jokes when your woman is in need of some comfort, okay? It's time-relative. Know when to inject that wisecrack and when not to. Once you've got that down, you're safe.

As for The Problem-Solver, he's perfect except for one problem. Haha. His approach when his partner is distressed. You see, as much as women are said to be able to multi-task and all that, she doesn't exactly want to when she's being a baby. What you can do is tackle the emotional problem before you make a go at the situational problem. Get the order right or you'll always feel that you're doing all you can for her but she's being ungrateful. The only reason you feel that way is because she isn't ready for the solutions to her situational problem just yet. One at a time, okay? Help her with her emotions first.

And honestly, when women rant, all they want to do is... well, rant. It's really as simple as that! We're not looking for answers, we're not looking for ways to solve the problem, we're not looking for any of that... yet. That's Round 2. Right now, all we want is for you to listen. We go to you looking for empathy, sympathy, concern and support. Give us that and you'd have saved our world without even coming up with a single solution.

I'd rather have someone who'd hold my hand, sit by my side and share my heartaches through bad times than one who'd just offer me solutions to all my problems but isn't really there for me when I need him. I don't know how else to explain it. I just hope you get the idea.

The Protector is who women feel safest with. He's the one with whom she can get her guard down and just relax, knowing that he's there to look out for her. There's no need for her to watch her back when he's by her side. He'd watch her back for her... willingly. He makes her believe that the world isn't such a bad place to live in because of the environment he creates for her. He safeguards her world and would place a hedge around it if he could. If the one you love can't make you feel safe in this big bad world, who else can?

Women appreciate men like these. Unfortunately, they don't come by often enough in this narcissistic world where everyone's watching out for themselves and nobody else. However, it's not enough to protect your woman physically. You need to also protect and guard her heart. Of course this is a no-brainer when you're in a relationship. But I've said this to many of my male friends who've considered breaking up with their partners, too. Even when you want to call it quits, you HAVE to protect her heart as best as you can. Women who've had their hearts broken aren't ever really the same as they were. They don't fall in love easily. They risk very little. For there was once when they put it all out there... and lost all. Once bitten, twice shy. Fool her once, shame on you. Fool her twice, shame on her. And she knows it.

And now, in terms of The Sympathiser, he's the listening ear and the shoulder to cry on. Actually, what he does is the total opposite of what The Problem-Solver does. He emphatic but does nothing much else. He's good for the short run but it's gotta change when her head's cleared up. "It's okay" is never ever an OK if nothing is done about it. It counts for nothing when you SAY that you understand but don't SHOW us that you understand. Don't just SAY it. SHOW it. Also, any woman would rather have someone who tries his best to understand when he doesn't, than one who says he understands but actually doesn't and doesn't even know that he doesn't.

Finally, The TLC-Giver. This man is God-given. HAHA. He's the one who showers this lady with lady-ish stuff AND he does is D.I.Y! I'd describe him as a woman's ultimate feel-good guy. He romances her and pursues her every day of her life. His mission in life is to make his woman the happiest woman in the world.

Perhaps our Asian guys think that it's an angmor thing. They perceive the "real man" as macho, unfeeling and assertive, just like their father did, and their father's father did. Unfortunately for them, they may score with their fathers but they won't be winning chicks over anytime soon. Sigh. I think that The TLC-Giver is a rare find in our country. There seems to be a lack of such men out there. Of course, I know a few but my girlfriends never seem to find any to date. Bleh.

Of course, I totally understand that it's almost (but not quite) impossible to be like this every day but it sure would help when you're woman's going through a rough patch, having a bad day or is PMS-ing. In fact, if you did this, she'd probably be a lot happier and you'd have less of a problem on your hands. Heh.

So which Man Type are you
and which Man Type do you wanna be?


Well, that's it! I'm done.

I know, I know.
This was an unexceptionally long post about men.
See! Men are complicated creatures, too!

Till next time, ta!

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Monday, May 21, 2007


I don't believe it.

I'm sure my eyes deceived me. It was late and I was tired. It's gotta be the lighting. It's gotta be the angle. It's gotta be cos the animals are migrating somewhere else on Earth. It's gotta be the gravitational pull from the moon or some kinda scientific, astronomical babble like that. COME ON, it's gotta be something else but that!

*blinks back tears*




Oh. No.

Just Gotta Love It

I promise you, this JUST happened and that all of it is TRUE.
Haha. I shall be laughing my way to lunch and back.


Guy 1: (Pops into cubicle) Eh, come la. Go for a smoke. I got some gossip to tell you la.

Guy 2: (Averts eyes from comp and looks up) Really ah?

Guy 1: Ya la.

Guy 2: (Stands up) Woo, I love gossip.

Guys 1 & 2 walk away and eventually go out of sight and earshot.


Haha. Who says girls are the gossip queens these days? The men are just as bad if not worse! Tsk tsk tsk. And they do it shamelessly, I tell you. Haha. No lowered voices, no hushed tones – nothing! Very matter-of-fact. Just one step away from pasting neon-coloured signs on their backs saying, "I love talking about other people. I just love it, love it, love it."

Bravo, boys. You did well.

Now do it again so I get to laugh.



They haunt me.

Horrid beasts with fangs and claws.

They follow me.

Never releasing me from their cruel grip.

With beady eyes, they try their luck at gaining my soul. But my soul, it shall have none of for I know of its evil schemes. No kitty eyes shall soften this heart of mine for it is well guarded. Behold, I smell the deceit before the first wave even hits. Stare at me all you want. Just know that I have my eye on you, too, Kitty. One wrong move and it's Bye Bye Kitty for you.

I. Am. Watching. You.

Black summore! Chei! So pantang.

Thy Blog

The line was cool.

Laughing at your own line,
uh... not quite as cool.


Oh, look at that!
You returned the snicker!
Not bad. Not bad at all.

Sunday, May 20, 2007

That Guy

Artist: The Bathroom Girl
Song Title: That Guy
Songwriter: David Choi (with original score entitled "That Guy")

Oh, tonight I'm feelin' fine, I'm alone just wastin' time
No Friday movie nights, no romantic candlelights
I'm just having conversation with the thoughts in my head
All I hear are angels cryin', oh, won't they just sing instead
I know it's wrong for me to say

I don't need that guy by my side, I don't need that guy in my life
I don't wanna talk it out or let him hold me when I cry
I don't wanna say he's my kind, I don't wanna say that he's mine
I don't wanna tell him that I love him more than life
More than life (Whoa oh oh)
I love him more than life

Honestly this won't do, how is he doin'
I tell myself I'm feelin' swell but I know I'm such a fool
Just take it as a new beginning but you know I don't feel that way
Who will take this pain away
And I know it's wrong for me to say

I don't need that guy by my side, I don't need that guy in my life
I don't wanna talk it out or let him hold me when I cry (No)
I don't wanna say he's my kind, I don't wanna say that he's mine
I don't wanna tell him that I love him more than life
More than life (Whoa oh hoo)
I love him more than life

Talk about us and... was the day I walked to the other side
I would walk back in, I wouldn't waste no time
And I know it's wrong for me to say

I don't need that guy by my side, I don't need that guy in my life
I don't wanna talk it out or let him hold me when I cry (No)
I don't wanna say he's my kind, I don't wanna say that he's mine
I don't wanna tell him that I love him more than life (Whoa oh hoo)
I love him more than life (Oh oh whoa)
I love him more than life (Oh oh whoa)

Sometimes the things you wanna say the most
are what you just can't seem to bring yourself to say.

Kinda makes you wonder:

Maybe those words are just not meant to be said. Or maybe they are and you're just too chicken on the inside to risk it. Maybe the outcome won't be what you always hoped it would be. Maybe if you said what you really wanted to say, you wouldn't get what you really wanted to get. Maybe everything is but a bunch of Maybies and, try as you may to pass the first Maybe, you'll soon find that the second Maybe is already hot on its tail and you might as well have not passed that first Maybe in the first place.

Sigh. Maybe.

It sucks that Happiness plays the picky hitchhiker in this play we call Life. It so very often sticks its thumb out, attracts your attention, checks out your ride, does a double-take... and turns it's back on you after you've jammed the brakes and plastered a Welcome smile on your face for good measure. Problem is this: Say what you want to say and you're no longer in the running for any happiness that would have been brought your way should you have kept your mouth shut.

Worse, don't say what you wanna say and you pathetically attempt to cast your cares and sorrows into the deepest, darkest oceans, only to be retrieved upon the next emotional upheaval. In the mean time, though, you can be sure that, silent and dormant as it may appear to be, it slowly eats at you from the inside out, digesting every ounce of happiness you may have gained with each passing day.

Why is it that some days, Happiness seems but a step away, but on other days, she's further than where I am to where I want to be? Happiness picks her own ward, that's why. All you can do is hope and pray that that ward is you. And if Happiness doesn't stop by your table as often as she should, maybe it's time to realise that you're sitting at the wrong table.


This. One. Has. To. GO.

What the heck is this supposed to be!?
You call that ironing?! Goodness.
So very the fail laaa.

This is what The Dog does to newspapers when she cuddles up outside our room doors, okayyy. And even then, it looks better than this does.



28 And Counting

It's not just another reason to celebrate.
It's the reason to celebrate.

12 individuals, 5 families, 4 couples,
from 2 countries and 4 states in total,
all gathered together in one nice restaurant.

What's not to celebrate?

Plain water will have to do, okay?


Now I Know

Remember this post?

*click here*

At the time of posting, I was wondering who they were by. Just curious to know whose brains worked on the ads. Well, now I know! Saw it in an award book sometime last week and thought I'd be nice, share and do my bit for society by passing on the info. (Yes. For SOCIETY. *grins*)


Super power damn kau good.


Saturday, May 19, 2007




No, seriously. I don't feel sorry. I don't feel half as bad as I should either. Which is pretty surprising. But then again, it was YOU – you lousy, good-for-nothing slime ball. You probably deserved a second run. (Whoops, did I let it out already?)

Besides, you were dumb. Like REAAALLY dumb. I could have sworn you were born with a cotton ball for a brain. Or maybe a teeny-tiny pea. Hmmm. At least that mashes like real brains when real brains meet concrete. Yeah, I think I'll go with pea.

Well, pea-brain (OHMYGOODNESS! That's where that saying came from!? Coincidence – I promise! It didn't register when I first typed!), if you live to tell the tale, look at where you're going next time before you start mad-dashing! And warn your crew while you're at it. May they have bigger peas for brains than you have.



You better not have wrecked
or messed up my car in any way, buster!



I kinda like ran over a cat yesterday.



*blink blink*

Gosh, did I write that?


You know, I blame the wallpaper. It's clearly messing with my head. On the inside, I'm actually all fluffy pillows, ice cream and bean bags. Honest! Uh... you might wanna just take my word for it. I have a car that runs things over.


Thursday, May 17, 2007

Trailed By Love

I'm not kiddin'.

Was taking my usual route to work when, with a slight slowdown in traffic, I glanced behind. I noticed an old green car through the rear view mirror. Not a very common sight in KL city during peak hours. Many zoom along in their Hondas, Toyotas, BMWs and driver-chauffeured SUVs. Sure, you'll find a number of Protons and Peroduas but comparatively, old old cars are rare.

Curious, I squinted and tried to steal a glance at Old Green Car's driver and passenger. It was then that I was greeted by the most heartwarming sight.

It was an elderly couple.
Nothing special there, right?

Yep, nothing special except for the fact that they were laughing and joking with one another right there in the middle of the jam! Isn't that sweet?! That's incredibly rare these days! And you know, the old man had a totally adorable face. Loved his smile. The kind that lighted up his whole face, Sunshine Style.

I actually tried to get you guys a good picture of him but the reflection of light on the windscreen always got in the way so you'll just have to take my word for it. Haha. I tried till the aunty started staring daggers at me. *gulp* You can see it in the pic above. I'll zoom in for ya. Look below.

Haha. She must have been thinking,
"What the heck is this girl doing?"
(IF she speaks England, that is.)

Don't worry aunty, I don't go for taken men.
You can keep him all to yourself.


Oh oh! And I noticed one thing: Both of them were still wearing their wedding bands! The uncle had his hands on the steering wheel so I saw instantly. I then turned my attention to the aunty. Hmmm. A bit harder, this one. She was gesturing so animatedly that her hands were flying here and there. I really had to focus all my power and energy into spotting her wedding band.

And then, I saw it.

She also pakai!

Awww. So touching. I mean, I'll bet they've been married for at least half a century PLUS a decade or two, right? The uncle looked about 80 (possibly 85) while the aunty looked like she was approaching it. Even so, through my rear view mirror, their relationship looked super solid. Sure, they looked old and wrinkled. But their love breathed and gave off an air of freshness. Like they were young lovers sharing a drive about town and giggling madly at each other's jokes. Haha. I remember those days.


What a perfect start to my day.

I got to enjoy the view for about 3km or so,
and then a lousy yellow taxi ruined it all.

Hmmph. Block my view only.

Wednesday, May 16, 2007

Heat From The Flames

Was greatly blessed by this story. True to Tinki's bad bad habit of highly analistic tendencies concerning sentence structure and composition style, it has been tweaked to her liking. Even so, rest assured for the gist of the story has been kept intact. She's anal that way, too. Heh. Well, may this story bless you in some way, too.


Malachi 3:3a

"He will sit as a refiner and a purifier of silver;..."
– New King James Version (NKJV)
Copyright © 1982 by Thomas Nelson, Inc.

What does this statement mean? What did it say about the character and nature of God? Well, one woman went out of her way to find out. The woman called a silversmith and made an appointment to watch him at work. She didn't mention any reasons for her interest beyond her curiosity with the process of refining silver.

Finally, the day came. As she watched the silversmith, she saw him hold a piece of silver over the fire and let it heat up. He explained that in refining silver, he needed to hold the silver right in the middle of the fire where the flames were hottest so as to burn away all the impurities within.

The woman thought about God holding us in such a hot spot; then she thought again about the verse that says: "He will sit as a refiner and purifier of silver." She asked the silversmith if it was true that he had to sit there in front of the fire the whole time the silver was being refined.

The man answered, "Yes!" In fact, he not only had to sit there holding the silver, but he had to keep his eyes on the silver the entire time it was in the fire. If the silver was left a moment too long in the flames, it would be destroyed beyond use.

The woman was silent for a moment. Then she asked the silversmith, "How do you know when the silver is fully refined?" He smiled at her and answered, "Oh, that's easy – when I see my image in it."


If today you are feeling the heat of the fire, remember that God has His eye on you and will keep watching you until He sees His image in you. This very moment, someone needs to know that God is watching over them. And, whatever they're going through, they'll be a better person in the end. You're that someone.

Too Much $$$

No, I'm not talking about me.

Haha. If only, yah? If only.

Nope, I'm talking about books. I like them. I do. But they just cost waaaay too much these days! Beh tahan la. You'd think that for yellow-stained, rough-to-the-touch paper and plain black ink it'd be a whole lot more affordable than it is now.

Pfft. Gone are the days when books used to cost anything less than RM10. Heck when I was growing up, them Sweet Valley books cost a mere RM12.90 only! (Stop laughing before I stuff a tennis ball into your gap. Sweet Valley was the "in-est" series around when I was growing up, okaayyy.)

Anyhew, this gradual hike in book prices is turning out to be a pocket killer for book fans such as I. Sigh. I need a loophole; I need a plan. A means of cheating the system. One that'll make things easy on my pocket.

*blink blink*

Sorry. What I meant to say was,
"One that doesn't come close
to even touching my pocket."


To kick off my Book-Buying Diet,
I resorted to borrowing a book from me mate.


Friends, meet the very pink At First Sight.

Check that out, yo. The very same author who authored The Notebook, Mr King-of-Romance-Novels himself, Mr Nicholas Sparks. I'm expecting this to be good. So far, it's been captivating. I'll let you guys know how it goes. IF I ever get to finish reading it la, of course.

I so very the slack these days when it comes to reading for leisure. I hardly even know what that last word means nowadays. Sigh.


If you're as kiam siap or broke as I am, you might wanna click on that MPH ad below and check out the deals there. 30% off, wei. No joke. And it's not like they're lame-ass books that aren't worth a single second you spend on it. They've got quite a number of good books that are now on offer. I've read them. So don't miss out, okay. The promo for those books are only till the 31st of May 2007 so you kinda have to move-it-move-it ASAP. Must kiasu a bit and CHONNNGGGG!

*cough cough*

And after you're done with the book,
Do The Right Thing (in Russell Peters fashion).



Tuesday, May 15, 2007









Monday, May 14, 2007

Mock Me, Why Don't You?

My readers never do as they're told. Instead, they mock me over and over and over again with the very same lines I stress never ever to use. One favourite that kept coming back to haunt me was Operasi Train Jantan: Part 9, the Pick-Up Line Edition.

Brilliant. Does Zoo Negara know you're missing?


And this next one is a little less creative but at least
he made up for it with some praise at the end.

Sincere flattery does wonders to appease angry females. You may even get a smiley at the end of the conversation if you're fortunate and manage to avoid crucifixion before that smiley arrives.

Call Me Mummy

Yesterday was a big day for all them mummies out there.
It would have been a big day for me too, save for one thing.

I don't have a kid.

I smell depression coming my way.

I blame Friend 1 and Friend 2.

Yes, I was pleased. At first.
But then, I became... The Haunted.

Now, why'd you go and do that to me?


Thank goodness I got to take care of kids (who didn't belong to me) yesterday. It eases the pain somewhat. Takes away the heartache and absorbs the sting of this sentence I painfully call Childlessness.


Argh, who am I kidding!?
I so need to find me a kid.

Somebody! Anybody!
Gimmie a kid!!!

Updates On Baby

I had this car dilemma once.

I got it taken care of.

And honestly, I thought that after Baby was brought in and prodded around with, she'd be fine – fully cured. Well, apparently not. Sigh. So I kinda had to bring her in again.

Look at that.


But, be still my beating heart and prepare for darker hours that are to come. For it gets uglier. Much uglier. You see, this time, they didn't just lift her hood. They messed around with her delicate and immaculately clean insides, too!

Honestly, I think they went to far this time around.

Too much, right!?
What is the meaning of this!?
Baby has rights too, ya know!?


*takes deep breath*

On a separate and much happier note,
Baby's butt has been whipped back into shape.
What once was is now no longer.

Oh, would you just look at that?!
Check out that shiny hip, man.

Mm mmm, yeow-za!

Monday's Back

...and I'm keeping my eyes wide open.


I'm wary. I can't say that I've got the Monday blues (unlike last week) now that Monday's rolled around once again, but nevertheless, the fact of the matter is that it's Monday. Dun-dun-dun-duuuun. And I'm scared.

Last week was a crazy one.

Of course, as you who read my blog knows, my car got thumped. Then my car aircon died on me 2 days after that and gave me a chance to enjoy 3 and a half days worth of aircon-less-ness as I jammed my way in and out of KL city. I scalded myself and possibly ruined an entire month's worth of good skin and complexion, thanks to a layer or two of half-boiled epidermis. I got tomyam soup all over me and ruined a perfectly good top. Three sabos in a row went down the drain as massively failed sabo attempts. It was so friggin' hot all week although blue skies were nowhere in sight. Had trouble thinking at work. Had trouble sleeping at night. And I've been living out of a suitcase for the past 9 days. Ugh.

So. Not. My. Week.

This week had better be better than the last
or I'm filing an official complaint heaven-wards.

Sunday, May 13, 2007

Pammie-Wammie Likey-Wikey Jammie-Wammie

The rainbow coloured one.

I know. I'm repeating myself.
Just making sure you get the point.


Blue Is Back

...with a vengeance.

No joke.

Involvement in the childcare arena requires sacrifice.
Lots of sacrifice. And I sacrifice.

Look normal to you?

Well, your naked eye deceives you. Normal, it isn't.

I've got blue pen lines running up and down my arm.


The things I allow little monsters to do to me.
Why do I love them so?

Mee's Day

My mummy reads every single post I write. Each and every one of them. Including the comment pages! (Yes, now you know.) How could I not dedicate one post to her on her special day? A day that defines such a big part of her life! Ugh, even the mere mention of it is shameless. Utterly shameless.

I didn't want to be boring and conventional. You know how every Mother's Day dedication is but another reflection of what the writer's mother has done for him/her?


Well... mine comes with a slight twist. Sure, all you'll read below are things we've already done as mother and daughter – a seemingly casual reflection of the nature of our relationship and of the course it's taken to get us to where we're at in terms of our emotional and relational bond with one another.

The difference?


What I'm about to write won't be mushy. It probably won't even make her cry. (I said "probably".) But then again, it isn't about the words I write or the many thesaurus pages I flip through to find just the right word to squeeze that couple of tears out of her. No. It'll be about what I'll do in days to come. Actions speak louder than words. Therefore, this reflection also serves as a lifelong promise from me to Mee.

So, Mee, this is for you.

I love you.


I'll drive when the alpha male isn't around and it's just you and me alone in the car. I'll yak on and on and on as we journey along to wherever it is we want to go to. I'll tell you about the things I see, the oddities I encounter, and the people I meet.

I'll send you installers and teach you to use chat programs. I'll share the latest celebrity (and sometimes local) gossip. I'll update you on the very latest in the music and movie scene. I'll go shopping with you (and you with me). I'll make sure you stay up to date with what's in and what's not.

I'll tell you about my life (and I'll listen to you about yours while we're at it). I'll tell you about whatever it is I'm going through. I'll tell of my joys and sorrows. I'll pour my heart out. I know you'll listen. I know you'll understand. I know you'll care. I know you'll be there.


Cos you have yet to prove me otherwise.


22+ years of motherhood under your belt, SuperMee.
I hope it's been a good ride so far.

Friday, May 11, 2007

Operasi Train Jantan: Part 9

Read Operasi Train Jantan: Part 1, Operasi Train Jantan: Part 2,
Operasi Train Jantan: Part 3, Operasi Train Jantan: Part 4,
Operasi Train Jantan: Part 5, Operasi Train Jantan: Part 6,
Operasi Train Jantan: Part 7 and Operasi Train Jantan: Part 8
first if you haven't read them yet.


Hah! And you thought I lost my passion for Operasi Train Jantan already. Don't lie. I know you did. Well, think again cos this time, I'm BACK with a vengeance. Mwahahaha.

The topic of the day is: Pick-up Lines.

My super power male antenna tells me that the average male uses two dozen pick-up lines in his lifetime, but uses the two dozen about a million times. Yeah, they're not very creative. *snicker* Hence, recycling becomes the name of the game. And boy, oh boy, is it a game to them.

Come on, man. What? One line and you think you'll get the girl feeding out of the palm of your hand? Damn, dude, what kind of girls have you been hanging out with? Tsk tsk. It takes soooo much more than that. A GOOD (it's gotta be good or else it doesn't count and the opposite applies) pick-up line just gives you a slight edge over the other boys in your neighbourhood cos you've gotten a head start in the Oh-Look-At-That-You're-Alive-And-I-Notice-You Department.

Okay. Now that we've gotten that settled,
let's look at what's acceptable and what's not, ya?

What's NOT Cool: -

Recycled pick-up lines you've also used on her friends, and her friend's friends, and her friend's friend's friends. Not cool, okay. Girls talk. We KNOW when you've said it before. Even though it may not be directed to us the first time or the next and the next and the next. The bottom line is this: WE KNOW.

Pick-up lines you find over the Internet from or something. Most of them are tacky, crude and offensive – all highly inappropriate for our Asian culture. Plus, it may come as a surprise to you too but we're also connected. Pfft. This is the Internet age, for crying out loud. Come up with your own lines (if you really turn into a total goof ball in the presence of the opposite sex and you need lines to begin with), okay. Otherwise, you can be sure that when you do unleash any favourite lines from your self-compiled Pick-Up-Lines Encyclopedia, we'd probably have heard or have read them before... and then it becomes lame. Which of course, leads me to...

Lame pick-up lines. You know, the super corny ones. The type that makes your skin crawl, your eyes bulge and your ears ring. Haha. Honestly, I'd rather not expand this point. I wouldn't ever come to an end. There are just sooooo many uber-lame pick-up lines in existence out there! Haha. Instead, I'll give you an example. =p

Need I say more? Haha.
They even KNOW that it's lame!

Now, for what IS cool...
...and oh-so-heart-meltingly-sweet.


Yes, it's coming.

Be sincere in your praises. Flattery that's too OTT just kills whatever chances you would have had. The ladies KNOW when you're being insincere. We come with in-built radars that buzz and ring madly whenever sweet talkers with no conscience come our way. Insincerity is a big no-no. And, come on. Assuming that this was to work out eventually and you're not hitting on girls in clubs with no intention of ever having a second date (unless you actually are that much of a jerk), you wouldn't want the basis of your relationship to be founded on deception and insincerity, do you? *blink* Wait. Sigh. Don't answer that.

Speak the truth AT ALL TIMES. Don't tell her you like her face if you actually don't. Don't tell her you think she's gorgeous when you personally think that she's not. Don't tell her she reminds you of Angelina Jolie when she looks like Aerosmith's long lost twin. Don't tell her anything that you want her to hear and believe but you don't believe in yourself. Note: It's different if she's a pig but you think that she's the prettiest pig in the whole wide world. Then tell that TRUTH to her tactfully. I'm sure you'll find a way. Can't think of anything, get in touch. I'll help in any way I can.

Praise her efforts. She put in the effort to look the way she does. Therefore, she already knows that she's got the right dress on, the right shoes to match her eyelashes and the right belt to go with her earlobes. But do you? Show her that you take notice of the effort she's put in to look as good as she does. Even if it's just changing her parting or lip colour – anything! Just notice something at the very least. If you think she's got the hots for you, too, the effort was probably for YOU anyways. Appreciate it. And it doesn't hurt to let her know that you know she knows you know she's doing it for you. =) Sincere praise is the best pick-up line ever. It's the way to go. Women swoon when they get a dose of that. Honest.

Be funny. But not at her expense. Tell her jokes. Make her laugh. Girls dig boys who have a wicked sense of humour. We like laughing. And if we really like you, we tend to giggle. (Did I just say that?!) So long as it's directed to other people and not at us. Haha. Tease, but don't provoke. Yank her chain, but don't mock. It's a fine line to tread but a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do, right? So, DO IT. Just stay clear of knock-knock jokes, feminist puns and all things lame, and you should do alright. It's about being witty, not about being mean. Sarcasm's fine some of the time (depending on the girl), but I personally think that smooth, tactful innuendo's the way to go. Plus, that way, if she gets it (your jokes, I mean), you know she's as quick as you are and there's a possibility you two could actually hit it off. Wouldn't that be swell? And if not, then at least you've got time to make a run for it.

That's it. I'm done. Cheers!


Oh, and for pure entertainment and nothing more,
here's how that msn message came to a conclusion.

Wa manyak takut ini mia orang. Tak normal.

Thursday, May 10, 2007


One of those days... but in a real good way.
Che-wah, aiseh... it's Free Food Day!

Yes. Free. =)

I'm Into BLUE (Part II)

Again, for the second time in just two days, I'm doing something I've never done before. I never posted full frontal faces before, but I did it just yesterday. I've not posted a post without explaining my thoughts, telling a story or giving a rationale to whatever you guys see. But I'm gonna do it today.

Pictures speak a thousand words.


That's what life's about, innit?

Doing things differently some of the time
if what's different is what works.

There's no hard and fast rule to 'the way things are supposed go'. We all just... go. Haha. I'm serious! In whichever way we want and in whichever direction we want to head towards.

This is today's direction. I like it. I had fun preparing for this post. Looks like different's not as bad as I thought it would be. =)

*blink blink*


I so can't do the say-little-to-keep-your-readers-thinking thing, huh? So very the fail. Haha. Always having too much to say isn't always a good thing.

Oh well, at least I didn't explain BLUE skies in any way. I guess that means that this post is still different. Hah! =)