Go, Ultraman!

Went for lunch and saw the weirdest home EVER.

I just couldn't resist snapping a shot or two.

I wonder what the people living there are like. Haha. Maybe they all walk around with capes, masks, and their underwear on the outside. That'd be sooooo cool. Kinda makes me wish I grew up in a home half as weird.

Thick Just Got Thicker

You know, it's okay when others
write stuff like this about you.

But when you end up writing that kinda stuff about yourself on other people's phone extension list, you end up totally flying off the Cool end of the scale and getting your arse dumped right into Lame territory. It backfires, yo!

*shakes head*

I pity the thick-skinned.

What Do You Call A Female Knight?

A knight-ress?

NO.

A knight-y?

NO.

A knight-ingale?

Maybe.

*grin*

They Say Life's Not Fair

Well, neither is workload.

So no unfair. Hmmph.

But then again, work's a huge part of life so I guess the whole life-not-being-fair thing already encompasses all the other stuff I get thrown at at work.

*scratches head*

That makes sense, right?

*frowns*

You know what? I don't care if it doesn't make sense. I really don't. Whatever. Why? Because I don't have time to explain myself. I need to get back to work.

Laters.

To Meow Or To Write?

That is the question.

When I failed to post, a friend SMS-ed with a Call-To-Meow... just to signal that I'm still alive. But when I do write, other friends MSN and tell me I write too much.

Hmmph.

I bet that smiley sign-off was
an attempt at a peace offering.

I don't get it. I guess it shows that you just can't please everyone, eh? But but but... There are some people you can please. And the best part is that you don't even have to put in any extra effort in pleasing them. They get pleased indirectly as you work towards pleasing yourself!

How cool is that?

It's readers like these that make blogging rewarding.

When I Joke, I Laugh

You know how some people crack jokes
that no one else laughs at but themselves?

Well, I've got me a friend who's KING of I-laugh-at-my-own-jokes. I'd give you examples – you know I would – but the problem is, it's happened so many times that my mental harddisk ended up crashing due to the overload of un-laughable information.

Nevertheless, the bottom line is this...

So lame, so syok sendiri.


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"When I hear my own laughter, I smile."
- pamsong, 27 June 2007

No Questions? How Can?

I got tagged like a week ago.

Thing is, I was never / am not a fan of answering a whole bunch of meaningless stuff WITH NO QUESTIONS, so... procrastination seemed to be the wisest choice.

I'm terrible, aren't I?

*frowns*

Fine. I'll do it today.
Forgive me if sarcasm takes over.
I say it now – it wasn't me.


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Condoms: They make good balloons. Uh, except that you probably wouldn't wanna put on into your mouth to blow on it anyways. It's oily. Like very. A couple of friends and I filled one up with water. It didn't leak. We left it untouched for about a week and then the ants claimed it. Yuck. So gross, right? Infestation. Ugh.


Cell Phones: No camera, no talk. Oh, and go, Sony Ericsson. All the way. Sigh. Can't believe I actually said that. Nokia, stop sittin' on your heavy behind and buck-up, yo!


Chairs/Stools: Don't use one. Haha. My bed is conveniently converted into a chair when I'm on the comp. It first started when I got sick but then the habit never died even when the flu bugs did.


Bookshelves: Don't have enough. But then again, books are expensive these days so it's probably for the better this way. Doesn't give me a reason to shop for more books to fill the empty spaces. Heh.


Dressers: Don't need one. Dresser mirrors are always too far away. So, I stand. It gives me a better view of whatever it is I'm trying to see. =)


Computers: Mac laptops and no other! They're the prettiest. =) At the same time, they perform. Can't live without mine. Thank God for comps and its invention. Oh, and the Internet, too. One just isn't as useful (or even half as fun) without the other.


Beanbags: I want one! I think they're superduperuberwuber cool. Plus, they're real comfy, too! Me likes a lot a lot! Somebody... anybody! Get me one? Pleaassseee? My birthday's coming up. Really. It is. Really. I'm serious. My birthday's comin'. It really is. Never bluff. For real. Real. Go shopping, okay?


Pictures: Heck, my old and still unprinted pics are so very old that pictures of me no longer look like me anymore. I should really get them printed out. Sigh. I'm such a procrastinator. I should be ashamed of myself. But I'm not. So how?


Mirrors: Ooo. I'd love a whole-wall mirror. That'd be so cool. Awesome! Like, totally. It'd go perfectly with this bimbotic image I'm trying to create for myself, anyway. Why look bimbotic? Well, it helps me appear less intimidating to men even when I'm in glasses and a power suit.


Beds: I like the one I've got. Many other people like it, too.


Clothes: Can never have too many in the same colour or cut. If the cut works for you, get more of them in different colours. If the colour goes well with you, get the baju in different cuts. =)


Surfboards: Got one right beside me at work. A REAL one. How cool is that? Watched Surf's Up, too. Good movie. Good morals. Go watch.



Smoke Detectors: Usually for show only. Lousy things, they never work. They should, but they don't. They should create smoke detectors fry smokers' hair at the slightest puff. ZAP ZAP ZAP!


Piano/keyboard/guitar/bass/drums: Personally, I'd go for either the guitar, the piano, or the drums. Keyboards... well, not so much. But technically, it's the same damn thing so it still works. Not much a fan of bassists, though. Whatever the case, it's so hot when guys play instruments. They get bumped up and increase in Cool Points tremendously. But then again, sometimes, a guy's best musical instrument is his voice. Some guys make girls melt at a single "Hello". Just cos it sounds so, so melodious. Haha. The kind that makes our knees go weak.


Locking Doors: I always keep my room door locked – morning, noon and night. Safety first. It's not that I'm unfriendly. I love people.


Black Light: It can be cool I guess. But then again, it's not like I get to see it. Though, I heard that that it can be dangerous. Hmmm.


Medals/Ribbons: Had my fair share, yes. *beams*


Awards: Also got... but would definitely like more to my name. The advertising kind, thank you. Sigh. Stress.


Sports Accessories: NikeFIT tracks are the only way to go. I love mine. They're just so very comfy. Plus, they smell great after a wash. Haha. Anyhew, new designs are out already. Me likes!


CDs: TORRENT illegally! Please buy original. Support your local music industry.


Flags: Merdeka's not for another three months. Cool it. By the way, I think it's real silly the way people plaster their cars with hundreds of mini flags each time Merdeka comes around. Siao. Spoil the car only. Tsk tsk.


Stop Signs/Any Signs: Uh... They don't really work? *frowns* What in the world is this part supposed to mean anyway? I'm so not getting this tag.


Caution Tape: CSI. Which reminds me... I've got some catching up to do. Dr House has been consuming all my TV-time these days. I think Grissom misses me.


Paintball: Coming up. A friend at FlyFM's been asking me to join their paintball competition. I said 'No'. I don't wanna die covered in paint just cos I was stupid enough to allow myself to be shot at by semi-pros. Haha. The prize money's pretty good though so if you guys wanna join, just let me know. I'll get you connected.


Real Guns: Can I have one? It'd so totally complete my look.


Cigarettes: Cancer sticks. People who smoke in the presence of non-smokers should be charged with Second-Degree Murder if not First. For goodness sakes, kill yourself for all I care. Just leave me out of the equation. Inconsiderate baboons.


Candles: So romantic. Love tealights. They totally set the mood. Which reminds me, it's been awhile. I think tonight shall be tealight night for me. *smiles*


Books: Romance novels. I can't help it. I was born a sucker for lovey-dovey stories with girl-power-ish twists.


Nintendo: DS. The effects aren't as good as the competition's. Neither are the graphics. And the screen's small. But at least you get a stylus to physically stab friends who beat you at games. At least it helps make up for everything else the Nintendo lacks in technology. That aside, if it's gaya tanpa mutu you're going for, you'll be interested to know that it comes in a nicer pink then the PSP – a paler, prettier pink.


PlayStation: 3. Anything else is old school. Time for an upgrade.


Xbox: 360. I've heard some really good comments about it! Apparently it's even better than PS3. Can cakap-cakap on headset summore. But then again, it's all hearsay. I only messed around with Wii before. It's fun! Lame but definitely fun, fun, fun! I can bowl and play tennis AND kick butt while I'm at it. Heh. You guys should really try it out. Haha. Very interactive. Made me feel all exercised and rejuvenated after. *blink blink* HEY WAIT! Wii's by Nintendo, too!


Stereo: I'd very much rather THX.


Television: Don't have time for it anymore. Plus, the telly's usually hogged. I've resorted to watching sitcoms on my laptop in my room just before bed. Haha. It's easier that way.


Lighters: I've got a mini collection.


Gum: Banned in Singapore (but definitely smuggle-able). During my time, BubbleYum was THE bubblegum to chew on. So "in", man. Haha. And FYI, I blow pretty big bubbles. =)


How many windows do you have in your room?: Ooo! Finally! A proper question! Though a very stupid one. Hmmm. I don't know how many windows I have in my room. I don't see them. Haha. They're hidden behind curtains and a layer of Black Out. Me no likes the sun.


What is the color of your walls?: I don't believe I'm about to say this but I can't remember what colour my walls are. *gulp* Pale pink? White? *blink blink* Damn.


Hardwood floor, tile, or carpet?: Tiles are out. As for the other two, it really depends. I like carpets. The really furry expensive ones that feel exactly like dead animals under your feet (pfft, like I'd know what that feels like). But carpets aren't easy to care for so I guess hardwood's the most convenient way to go. Sigh.


What color is your bed?: The mattress or the sheets? Be specific.


What are on your walls?: At work, graffiti and a couple of Post-It's and notices. At home, a whole bunch of stuff I've collected over the years that are really ME-ish. =)


Has the opposite sex been in your room before?: Uh huh. Why? Got a problem with that? Wanna fight ah? Come lah! You think I sket ah?

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Okay, I'm done. And I don't tag.

Ciao.

Blogger Emotional Update At 1600 Hours

Feelin' loopy.

*silly grin*

Very loopy.

So Cool!

Like literally.

Check out my new, used-for-the-very-first-time toy
(and just ignore the graffiti in the background).

My very own USB fan! Yay!
Blow! Wind, blow!

What a wonderful contraption.

Next techie target:
USB-powered speakers for work and play.
(Yes, both often come together in my line of work.)

Now, that's another wonderful contraption right there for ya.

Girls Don't Wear Briefs

Agency talk:
BRIEFS = A concise statement,
summary or set of statements
given to a person about a job or task.


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pamsong: You took my briefs and never returned them!

Male Colleague: Not me! SHE *points at female colleague* took your briefs and never returned them!

Female Colleague: Oh, sorry sorry. Thanks for your briefs.

*pause in conversation ensues*

pamsong: Thank goodness two out of the three of us are girls... or else this conversation would have just sounded so wrong.

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*shakes head*

Normal talk:
BRIEFS = Men's underwear.

So wrong.

Save The Cows

I was having chicken for dinner.


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Friend: Yes. Eat chicken. Save the cows.

pamsong: Well, I'm not really a fan of beef anyways.

Friend: But why? They're so cute!

pamsong: *blink blink* Uh,... *pauses* no. Not when they're already chunks of beef.

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Yes. Welcome to the world of overworked, highly-stressed individuals who start talking nonsense after official office hours.

My Missing-Yous

I miss you...




...and you...




...and you...




...and you...




...and you...




...and you.




Sigh.

I wonder if you guys even know who you are.

Playing Hard-To-Get

It just ain't cool when boys do it.

Rip-Me-Off Restaurants

Here's what your hard-earned money goes into...

...making sugar look pretty.

But I so very the like.

*smiles*

With Highlights In Her Hair

Nah.

Quite nice wat. I like.

And despite what you think or say,
it is NOT "so yellow". It's just right.

*grin*


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Dear all,

It's nice that you guys care about my looks and locks. It's nice to know that my hair means so much to so many of you. And no, my hair colour is in no way affected by my emotional and mental health. No correlation there. Neither are the curls caused by some unexplained inner psychological upheaval. I'm fine. Really. Emotionally AND mentally. Physically? Well... I'm almost there. =)

Lovin' my hair,
pamsong

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See, I'm nice. I posted the pic.
Even though I said I wouldn't.
Just because you asked.

Now, stop bugging.

It. Is. Nice. PERIOD.

So Orange

Don't you guys find my page very orange these days?

Hmmm.

A bit tak biasa. For now lah. Haha.

It's gonna take some getting used to but I sure like the prospect of counting the dollar (ringgit only, actually) bills that are to roll in in due time. Wee hee hee! Nothing too difficult to get used to there!

Oh, and it sorta comes close to matching
the streaks in my hair so that kinda rocks, too!

Yay!

*grin*

Yes, I'm a sucker for all things matching.
And right now, orange's the way to go.
Go, ORANGE! OLE! OLE! OLE!

And, uh, while I enjoy my featured colour, maybe you could think about flying from Penang to everywhere else or partying with a futsal ball. You know? Just for kicks. All that and more, in a single click. (Ugh, sounds so ad-ish. Got rhyming-rhyming a bit summore. Bleh.)

Toodles!

I'm Not Perfect

...but God can use me.

Did It

Lala-ness, I have none. But lala-less, that I am.

It's not the hair colour; it's the person.

*grin*

You know, like, totally.

*blink blink*

Okay, fine. That last line was just cos I was feeling a little more angmor-fied than usual. You can't exactly blame me if I sound like an empty-headed bimbo sometimes nowadays, you know. I got a little blond-er than usual today. Hair dye probably killed a few million brain cells and stopped about a zillion neurons from firing.

*stops short*

But I'm not lala in anyway.

*frowns*

Suggest that in any way possible and I'll hike up my leopard-print sequined mini skirt, stab you through the heart with red stilettos that come at the end of my fishnet stockings, and pound you to the ground with my palms, while minding my 2-inch-long perfectly manicured nails that are covered in diamonds and 3D pink flowers.

Hah! So there.

p/s: I'm still not lala. Nowhere near. Really!
I don't think I even qualify for ONE 'la'.

Some Things Never Change

That's what they always say, innit?

Well, turns out that they forgot one tiny detail:
Some PEOPLE never change either.

Six years down the road
and I have but one conclusion to make:

Some. People. Are. Naturally. Born. Blur.
And. Are. Just. So. Much. Fun. To. Bully.

*grin*


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Today's favourite line:
"Just forget me lah!"

One word: CLASSIC.

Rapture

*hands shake*

It happened... and I got left behind.
Everyone got taken away. Everyone but me.

*heartbeat flounders*

No, I can't not make it. I just can't.
I don't want to get left behind.

Fact: I know that my God loves me more than anything. He loved me enough to send His only begotten Son, Jesus, who died on the cross for me in a far from glamorous death.

I don't doubt it. He loves me.

But do I love Him enough to make the cut?

Sigh.

I thought I did. But do I really?

*tear*

I saw it. I felt it. But I didn't make it. I felt firsthand what I'd feel if it all came to pass. I don't want to feel that way again. Much less in real life. But will the extent of my love for Him be ENOUGH? Will it suffice? When does Enough equal With-Everything-I've-Got-And-Am?

Sigh.

I'd fail Add Math over and over again
if it'd spare me from failing when it counts.

I can't afford to fail. Not at Rapture.

It Doesn't Get Any Bigger Than This

Typically, I'm the kind of girl
who likes things small, cute and dainty.

I'm all for the baby-sized stuff they've got in the market. Really. I'm a sucker for tiny things. Miniature, microscopic – you name it, I like it. The smaller, the more intricate, the better. Pint-sized stuff just rolls well with SEEMINGLY small-ER sized people like me. (I'm actually not that small in size. It's an optical illusion. I'm not kiddin' ya. It's true!)

But when it comes to my food,
BIG is the only way to go.

That was a cheese-ham-vege bun I had
for my pre-dinner meal last Monday.

It's bigger than the size of my friggin' face, yo!
How cool is that!?

And it was real heavy, too. Seriously. It seemed to feel like it was slightly heavier in weight than the small packets of rice I buy. You know, the 1 or 2kg (I can't remember exactly) stuff they sell at hypermarkets or mini marts? Pretty cool stuff, huh? You guys should definitely try it. It's sold at this bakery in Shangri-La, KL. 50% off after 6pm summore. =)

Ooo! And wait! That ain't it!
Let me share today's find with you.

TADA!

Now THESE are what we call GIANT BANANAS!

Ladies and gentlemen, that's a whole meal right there for ya. No need for rice or side dishes. One of these bananas and you're set. As you can see, their lengths are already much longer than the distance from my forehead to chin. Almost double, in fact. Those things can KILL, I tell you! They almost look like kiddie baseball bats for crying out loud.

*blink blink*

They're HUUUGGEEEE!
I still can't believe how huge.

Haha.

I guess some farmer decided to be REALLY generous with the fertiliser. (Or he probably just didn't know that his kid and pet dog frequently had let's-see-whose-pee-shoots-further competitions all over his crop when he wasn't on the lookout.)

*grin*

Yuck. I know.

But what the heck, life's more fun when food
comes in large amounts so I'm not complaining.

P.I.N.K

This post is dedicated to 2007's
worst supposed-to-be-a-little-scary
horror-comedy-musical EVER...

...Men In White.




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"PINK! I liiike! Kill meee!"
(to be said with little fingers up in the air
and with elbows close by your sides)

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Don't bother with this one. Really.
Just take my word for it. Don't go.
I've included movie posters for your reference.



Just so you know which movie to avoid.

Hardware Stores Rock!

Haha.

Yes yes, they do.

I've always had a thing about them. They're very much like pharmacies and hypermarkets. There are just so so very many things there that strike my fancy. Sure, I may not come out with anything substantial in my shopping bag but I'd have thrilled myself for a good hour or so. And to me, that's time well spent indeed.

The highlight of my most recent visit was a rock.

A FAKE rock.

*cough*

A very FAKE-looking fake rock.

Ladies and laddies, meet the Key Hider.




And that, my friends, is the perfect example
of a fancy name for a pretty much useless invention.

Looks like a spastic frog to me.

And check out the price tag on this one.

Come on lah. Who in their right mind would spend RM27.90 for a fake-looking fake rock? And to be honest, this was the most realistic-looking one hanging on the shelves already. Honest! There was another that was super-duper-uber-ultra fake. The colour's all off and the shape's just weird. You can see an inch of it in the picture above, actually. I might as well have just pasted a sign that said...

"Fake rock with house keys
placed to the right of gate.
Please rob us. Thank you."

But really. RM27.90? Puh-leeze. Real rocks would do the trick if you were really into this hide-here-hide-there concept also la, right? Just put the key under a rock and step on it a couple of times. You'd have saved yourself RM27.90 (that's three whole McDonald's Value Meals and a McFlurry) AND given one leg some much-needed exercise. One word of advice, though. Use alternate legs. You know, so that the muscles on both sides grow equally.

Yes. I'm brilliant. I know.

*smug smile*

But... I'm into diplomacy, too.

If you really want to spend good money on stuff like this, go ahead. I'll even leave you the necessary information you may need prior to making a purchase.

Note: They said it looks "like the real thing!"
Well, it doesn't. But you don't have to take
my word for it if you don't want to.

Now, enough about that rock.
Let's get to the product I liked best!




*jumps in excitement*

So cool, right? I'll definitely get me one of these some day. I just need to find a cooler door to paste it on. And it's so cheap! Only RM1.60. Who needs a fake rock to deter robbers from entering homes? Pfft. Not me! No, sir! I'll have a good ol' NO ENTRY pasted right there for all robbers to see. It'll do the job just fine for only 5.73% the cost.

*grin*

Yep yep, I had a lot of fun in there.
Hardware stores rock. No pun intended. =)

Catch Me, Hold Me, Love Me

This has got to be the most painful music video ever.

I found it when I was YouTube-ing for my post entitled "When You're Gone". Stumbled upon it, actually. To be honest, I'm not one for homemade videos that leech on great tunes. I think that they somehow fail to bring out the best in the song and it totally ruins my impression and messes up my fond memories in relation to the track. Sticking by the real stuff (OFFICIAL Music Videos – the kind that's aired on MTV and Channel V) is by far safer.

But I watched this one. Right to the end.
I still don't know why I did that,
but I'm real glad I did.

And now I share that experience with you.

[WARNING: Painful ending ahead.]

But you don't get how painful exactly.
Not till you reach the end. Sigh.

You know what, I've got this insane obsession with the image of a woman running away in tears and a man chasing after her. He catches up, reaches out to her and pulls her into his arms. She struggles... but just for an instant. And then she gives in, buries her face in his sweatshirt and let's her tears flow. Sigh. How painfully romantic. Go back to 00:41 on the YouTube timer and watch The Run Away scene to see exactly what I'm talking about.

Right? Romantic kau kau, right?

Just agree lah, okay?
It makes both our lives so much easier
when I don't have to explain myself
over and over or persuade.

*grin*

I don't know why but I just think that it's soooo romantic. It's almost like those Hindi movies where they run into the distance or start chasing each other in the gardens. Just that this was a whole lot more tastefully done. Haha. And of course, the characters are less shapely and are a hell of a lot fairer. =p


I think I've watched this in real life before. Just once or twice when couples end up fighting in public. I think the first time was at Gurney Plaza, Penang AND THE GUY WAS AN OLD FRIEND OF MINE! Haha. He didn't know that everybody in my car was watching, though. Too bad. And if I'm not mistaken, the second time was in KL. But it wasn't as dramatic so I don't quite remember the details. Snore.

*frowns*

I want to run, too!

*looks around*

Haih. Fed up.

You know, I was thinking about the ending and... that really isn't the way to live a happy and fulfilled life. A lifetime of togetherness with someone other than the one you've shared your best times with?

No way!

But how do you decide on who to be with in the end? What are the factors involved in the decision-making? Sometimes, the person who makes you happiest isn't exactly the one who's "the best" for you. What happens then? Do you go with the one who makes you happiest, or do you go with the one who'd give you the life others deem is best for you? Or do you just throw it all away, ditch them both and go wherever life takes you in love?

Sigh.

Love is nowhere near easy, innit?

I need to think.

I may get back to you later with an answer... someday. But then again, I may not. It really depends. We'll see, eh?

Telling You What The Roti Boy Told Me

*punch punch peace*

When You're Gone

Artist: Avril Lavigne
Song Title: When You're Gone

I always needed time on my own
I never thought I'd need you there when I cry
And the days feel like years when I'm alone
And the bed where you lie is made up on your side

When you walk away I count the steps that you take
Do you see how much I need you right now?

[CHORUS]
When you're gone
The pieces of my heart are missing you
When you're gone
The face I came to know is missing too
When you're gone
The words I need to hear to always get me through the day
And make it OK
I miss you

I've never felt this way before
Everything that I do reminds me of you
And the clothes you left, they lie on the floor
And they smell just like you, I love the things that you do

When you walk away I count the steps that you take
Do you see how much I need you right now?

[CHORUS]
When you're gone
The pieces of my heart are missing you
When you're gone
The face I came to know is missing too
When you're gone
The words I need to hear to always get me through the day
And make it OK
I miss you

[BRIDGE]
We were made for each other, out here forever
I know we were (Yeah, yeah)
All I ever wanted was for you to know
Everything I do I give my heart and soul
I can hardly breathe I need to feel you here with me (Yeah)

[CHORUS]
When you're gone
The pieces of my heart are missing you
When you're gone
The face I came to know is missing too
When you're gone
The words I need to hear will always get me through the day
And make it OK
I miss you

I'm insanely in love with this song.

I know, it's been awhile since I last posted a song. Haven't really had the time to mull over songs much. Download, yes. Listen, yes. Mull, no. Except for this particular track. Been meaning to post this one up for awhile now but just never got down to finishing the post. It's been lying all draft-like for the longest time. Well, time for this post to see the light of day.

I don't know how Avril does it but somehow, she just manages to capture the littlest things that make us miss the people we hold dear to us. It's in her lyrics. They encapsulate and express the 'Missing You' so perfectly... with such simplicity.

When we realise that our tears fall and we've no one
who cares enough to wipe them away for us.

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When somehow, days feel like years
when we're not with who we really want to be with.

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When we wake up and realise that
the other side of the bed still hasn't been slept in.

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When everything we do reminds us of the one we miss
and how we love the things that they do.

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When we smell worn clothes just to inhale the scent
of someone absent or how we just delay throwing clothes
into the washer in a desperate attempt to preserve their smell.

My play count has reached the thousands but I still haven't had enough. It's one of those songs that just put me in a place. My mind is brought to a space that just stretches with each repeat. It's like a sedative that tranquilizes my emotions and keeps it locked in that expanse. Much like a narcotic that's just a step away from being depressive, but is oddly calming at the same time.


It's so very sad. Maybe cos it's drowned in so much emotion. So much pain; so much heartache; so much emotional anguish. All that and more... that's oddly driven by so much love. Yes, love. The roller coaster of emotions has to have stemmed from having had emotion in the first place. Love is that first emotion. If there is no love, there wouldn't be any pain, nor heartache, and definitely no emotional anguish, would there? All that is the direct result of having loved.

Stronger Love = Higher Emotional Investment
& More Emotions Involved

All the Above = Higher Susceptibility to being
in a Position to get Hurt


Yes, it's as simple as that.

Who ever said that to love isn't to risk? Heck, it's a huge risk. Probably the biggest you'll ever take in this lifetime! Why? Because involves the future. It involves your forever right here on Earth and in the mortal realm. Yes, loving another is a risk. It's just that sometimes, some people find someone who's worth that risk. And THAT's what it's all about.

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The pieces of my heart are missing you. I miss you.

A Superhero Was Born Today

Benevolent fictional characters
with superhuman powers appeal to me.

Sweet-talk, they offer none. But what's sweet-talk in the bigger scheme of things? Nope, it is nothing. (Hah! Never thought I'd say that, did ya? I made an exception. Just this once. Hold it against me and I'll hunt you down with the help of my superhero friends.)


Their irresistible pull comes from something far greater. It comes from their selfless nature, their self-sacrificing character, and their unbelievably admirable ability to give up any possibility of living normal lives. It is the pursuit of the interests and welfare of others, to help advance a cause other than their own.

Tene nene! Tene nene! Bring out the big guns, boys!
For it's time to wear your underwear inside out.

JENG!

To hell with the whole happy family scenario with picnics by the sea and children running in the backyard! That shall remain but a dream. In the real world (pfft), superheroes fight for a prettier bigger picture for the sake of all you boring, powerless mortals.

Alright. Enough with the introductions.
Before you think me totally cuckoo, here's the story.

Say a great big smiley 'hi' to superhero me, for today, I joined the ranks of Spidey, Invisible Woman, Flash, Catwoman and all others who wear tight spandex (they should probably upgrade to Lycra), form-fitting outfits. All hail G-strings and granny panties for I shall not proceed to save the world with VPLs to my name. From this day forth, I shall dress the part to the best of my ability and make the crew proud. "Fashionable" will be my middle name!

Introducing the latest addition to my wardrobe...

I'm in the club, yo.

And just you check out where I got my gear.

Terror or not?

It was superhero fashionista heaven, I tell you!
They've even got my outfit in different colours!

Hmmm.

And I should really do Catwoman a girlie favour
and tell her that her kitty outfit's a little outdated.
Some black-is-in stock just came in at a real bargain.

AARRRGGHHH! I LOVE MY OUTFIT!

Well, friends, next time you flip through the papers, who knows, you may just see a flash of red in one of the pictures. Splashed across the front page, maybe? Haha. You never know. Oh, how proudly you'd declare that you've stumbled upon a real life superhero's blog before. I can see it already. You'd do it with a beaming smile running right smack across your face.

*grin*

Now, go away.

I've got some flying-with-one-hand-up to practice
while I wait for Superman to come back for me.

Help Is On It's Way

Thank God for people in Australia and Bali.

Time For The Next Service

Some friends come and go.
Pain and heartache hits, then leaves.
In due time, all is forgotten.

But some friendships don't do that.

Sure, the frequency of meet-ups may dwindle as time passes. Time spent sharing thoughts, hopes, wishes, dreams, regrets and pains may diminish greatly. Calls exchanged almost but vanish. But the depth and intimacy remains... though, sadly, hidden under false pretenses.

What pretenses?

The pretense of not caring anymore. The pretense of not being interested in the other and the other's person's life altogether. The pretense of not wanting to bother. The pretense of not having any measure of concern. Just a step away from total disregard, really. So much so that it becomes shameful to look the other in the eye.

But it isn't true.

Why?

Because it's all pretense.

But why is it so difficult to live beyond
the parameters of that said pretense?

It's difficult only because it demands that you be vulnerable. It leaves you bare to the storms that may (or may not) hit the shores of your friendship. It strips you bare of your shields. It pulls you out from the shadows and leaves you standing on the outside of the walls you've worked so hard at putting up. It forces you to face the cold, hard truth – that you cannot go it alone no matter how strong you pretend to be and that you are, in fact, dependent on the love and support of another.

Alone, you are weak. Nobody goes into battle alone. And let's face it... Every day is a battle. Is it not? Tell me it isn't and I'll point you out a liar or a poor soul in denial.

I don't want to fight alone.
I won't make it out alive.
I will fall. I will fail.

But friendship takes effort. It requires maintenance. It carries with it certain demands – demands that are not to be taken for granted. It doesn't come easy. Or rather, it comes rather easily but doesn't remain unchanging as easily. After all, the only thing constant is change, right? If I am to even attempt to oppose the very nature of things, I need to put in some effort. And deviating change requires effort – effort to nurture and upkeep whatever that has already been put in my possession.

I know what I must do.

I will put in effort. I will work at the friendships that matter to me – and believe you me, they matter greatly. I will labour and I know it will not be in vain. I will invest without fear of loss.

Sigh.

The very thought scares me.

But I will. It is time and I will, I will.

West Vs. East

When West fails, try heading East.

A Penny A Child

If I was paid a penny for every child I obsessed over,
I'd be a millionaire by the time I hit 30.

*frown*

Okay, fine. I was being modest.
25... Tops. Really.

*frowns again*

But mark my words, 23's possible.
Though only if I let loose and let live.
(Which, by the way, sounds really tempting to me.)




Sorry, guys. This pixelated picture will have to do.

Yeah, I know. Blah. Me and my lousy policies.

Not Yet But No More

*cough*

Have finished most of my meds...

*cough cough*

...but have yet to get better.

*cough cough cough*

How now?

*grabs tissue paper*

To return for Round III...

*spits phlegm*

...or to let it lie?

*checks colour*

Dilemma.

*wipes mouth*

Mou Liu

I tried something. Like just a few minutes ago. Literally. Haha. You see, someone got me interested in a bunch of numbers that were about to run in sequence.

It started this way.

And then I tried to buat pandai just to see
if I'd be able to catch 12|34|56.

Heh. Look how I did.






Shit. So very the fail.

Oh well, there's always tomorrow. =)

My Confession

I have a confession to make.

I've held back for so long. Too long. I've done all I can to hide what I really am on the inside. Hide what I am naturally. Hide and reject what's innate. So long I resisted the urge to come clean. To tell of how I really feel on the inside. I don't tell of the way I struggle. The way I struggle as the days go by. The way I struggle with my weakness. Yes, I am weak. And yes, I have a confession to make.

I am an Internet addict.

I AM AN INTERNET ADDICT AND
I CANNOT LIVE WITHOUT THE INTERNET!

*exhales*

There. I've said it.

*grin*

So susah you know. The past few days, kat rumah I, no Internet you know. The lighting fry modem I lah. So sakit hati everyday I kembali ke rumah, tak boleh online, tak boleh post, tak boleh surf. So tak biasa. Nasib baik now ok dah. Hero housemate I sudah save the day. Sudah pergi buat repair. Yay! Sekarang, boleh online!

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Feed the addiction.

The OTHER Doctor, My Best Friend

Yes, I went back.

Round 2! Ding ding ding!

Why? Cos I wasn't getting better loh. In fact, I started coughing like crazy loh. Much much worse than before loh. And I blame that lousy lady doctor. It's all her fault! I BLAME HER!!!


So this time, I was smarter. Sure, I went back to the same clinic... BUT I asked to see a different doctor. I went back to the guy I always saw. The nice guy who always treats me like I'm an equal and talks to me like I'm an adult. He never makes me say 'aaah' AND he uses REAL thermometers on me. Hah!

*smug*

So anyways, dear Mr Doc prescribed me new meds. JENG! See! Doesn't that tell you that the OTHER lady doctor WRONGLY prescribed me meds!? I tell you, docs like her ought to be shot. Shot right in front of their clinics. Grrrr. And Mr Doc was slightly cheaper, too. Only charged me RM35. AND he gave me an MC along with his prescription. La la la. Me likes Mr Doc better than Lady Doc.

So anyway, lookie lookie at my new meds!
(Hmmm. I wonder why I sound so excited.)

And the killer addition to my medicinal family...

Look. At. THAT. Super scary, right!? Damn kau big lah!
Haha. Yes, I laugh. But actually I sket.

So guys, check out the happy family of 9.

So, here's to a brand new run
with a brand new bunch of meds.

This had so better get me better.
Need. To. Get. Better. ASAP.

Whipped Potato

Lunch. Yum.

Sad, no doubt. But, yum, nevertheless.

Who's The Leader Of The Club That's Made For You And Me?

Was having dinner with a bunch of colleagues when something rather "interesting" caught my eye. Haha. Diverting my attention away from my very tasteless Mee Jawa Mamak (rather gladly, I might add, since each mouthful felt like sandpaper going down my throat), I proceeded to snap a couple of pictures. The temptation was waaay too difficult to resist.

*snicker*

Look!




Mickey Mouse Adidas sneakers!
And on a GUY no less! Haha.


*shakin' my pompoms*

Who's the leader of the club that's made for you and me?
M-I-C-K-E-Y M-O-U-S-E! GOOOO MICKEY!!!

*cartwheels all around*

I bet if I asked, he'd probably tell me it was Limited Edition or something. Haha. Rock on, dude. Yup yup. Mickey's the way to go if you wanna make it big in the advertising world.

Sorry, People

Dear all who tried getting in touch,


My sincere apologies. I have been out of commission the past few days. No posts, no calls, no e-mail replies, no sms', no instant messaging and definitely no meet-ups. Some of you may think that I've probably jumped off the planet altogether. Well, I haven't. I think. I can't be sure.


You see, the problem is this: when my body went on strike, my not-so-trusty-and-now-slightly-rusty brain decided to jump on the bandwagon and go on leave, too. I'm betting that was why I never answered your calls, nor replied your sms'. I'll need to check in on Pam's Brain when it's back in action in order to certify that claim. This excuse will have to do for now, okay?


And, I know, I know. I've been working a tad too terror-ly. Some of you have expressed your concern for me and for my health. I am touched. Really. It's nice to know that so many of you care for me and my well-being. Worry not, good people. I am alive (but am not ready to kick just yet).


Death has not claimed me. I've just been down with a bug or two (as you can see from my recently published post). But I'll survive. I will, I will. And now, as I take my leave, I leave you with three words by my all-time hero, the 38th Governor of the U.S. state of California, the one and only Mr Arnold Schwarzenegger – "I'll be back."

*scouts honour*

Fighting to stay alive,
pamsong

The Doctor, My Best Friend

Okay, I lied. I didn't like her.

She treated me like a kid. She didn't even use a thermometer on me. Instead she used some electronic gadget and stuffed it into my ear till it beeped. LIKE HELLO! It's not like I'm dumb enough to bite down on a thermometer if it were placed in my mouth, okay! Ugh.


And I hated the way she kept asking me to say 'aaah' when she wanted to look down my throat. HELLO AGAIN! I'm not THAT dense, okay! I can open my friggin' mouth and get my tongue out of the way for you to see my throat WITHOUT having to say any 'aaahs'. Hmmph!


The only reason I may ever, ever, ever go back to her ever, ever, ever again is because she gave me an MC. Haha. At least that wasn't RM55 for nothing.

*snicker*

Check this out, man.

What a beauty.

*contented sigh*

Friends, this paper is worth 24 hours of nothing-ness. It's worth 24 hours in Laze-a-lot. It's worth 24 hours of blissful sleep. It's worth 24 hours of TV-watching. It's worth 24 hours of stress-free living. Heck, it's worth so much more than anything money can buy. In short, it's worth 24 hours of ME time. Yay!


I thank thee, O trees of the forest, for sacrificing your very lives for this piece of printed paper they so brilliantly named the Medical Certificate. You have my eternal gratitude.

That aside, my RM55 also paid for the following...







...a few tasty tablets for my throat...
(they kinda taste like chewable Vitamin C tablets)




...and some squirty thing for my nose.

Yeah, I know. The lot of 6 musketeers scared me, too. As though being sick wasn't enough, I almost got a heart attack when I saw the bulging (I'm not kidding) plastic bag that held my five-day medication.

Looks like it's bye-bye good girl image,
and a mighty sweet hello to the pill poppin' life for me!

Yeee-ha!

*cracks whip*

*blink blink*

I think I need to lie down.

And with sufficient rest, I believe that I shall live to face another day. May I, then, rock on once again. Peace out, good people.