As this blog I write, the rakyat in my office is standing still in front of our 22 years old television set - the only one we have - watching the handing over of the prime-minister-ship duties ceremony.
Today Malaysia bid goodbye to the man who brought Vision 2020 and a kaleidoscop of success to the country, Dato Seri Dr Mahathir Mohamed. The man filling in his shoes, Datuk Seri Abdullah Ahmad Badawi signed the letter of oath - pledging his secrecy and loyalty to the royalty and rakyat - a few minutes earlier.
Witnesses will tell you that the successor, Pak Lah, was quite obviously shaking as he put down his signature. Dr M on the other hand looked quite solemn throughout.
Doas were recited to usher the official appointment of Pak Lah as the fifth Prime Minister of Malaysia. The press had earlier reported that Dr M had asked the cabinet to support the new First Man, while Pak Lah had promised that current policies shall be continued.
At the Balairung Istana Negara, Dr M was also conferred the Anugerah Seri Maharaja Mangku Negara, now to be called Tun Dr Mahathir Mohamed and Seri Setia Mahkota award was given to his wife, now Tun Dr Siti Hasmah.
And the national anthem played on.
Friday, October 31, 2003
Tuesday, October 28, 2003
We women will always have the last word!!!
Marriage (Part I)
Typical macho man married typical good-looking lady and after the wedding, he laid down the following rules:
"I'll be home when I want, if I want and at what time I want - and I don't expect any hassle from you. I expect a great dinner to be on the table unless I tell you that I won't be home for dinner. I'll go hunting, fishing, boozing and card-playing when I want with my old buddies and don't you give me a hard time about it. Those are my rules. Any comments?"
His new bride said, "No, that's fine with me. Just understand that there will be sex here at seven o'clock every night..... whether you're here or not."
DAMN SHE'S GOOD!
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Marriage (Part II)
Husband and wife had a bitter quarrel on the day of their 40th wedding anniversary.
The husband yells, "When you die, I'm getting you a headstone that reads, 'Here Lies My Wife - Cold As Ever.'"
"Yeah?", she replies, "When you die, I'm getting you a headstone that reads, "Here Lies My Husband - Stiff At Last."
HE ASKED FOR IT!
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Marriage (Part III)
Husband (a doctor) and his wife are having a fight at the breakfast table.
Husband gets up in a rage and says, "And you're no good in bed either," and storms out of the house.
After sometime, he realizes he was nasty and decides to make amends and rings her up. She comes to the phone after many rings and the irritated husband says, "What took you so long to answer the phone?"
She says, "I was in bed."
"In bed this early, doing what?"
"Getting a second opinion!"
YUP, HE HAD THAT COMING, TOO!
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Marriage (Part IV)
A man has six children and is very proud of his achievement. He is so proud of himself, that he starts calling his wife, "Mother of Six" in spite of her objections.
One night, they go to a party and the man decides that it's time to go home and wants to find out if his wife is ready
to leave as well. He shouts at the top of his voice, "Shall we go home Mother of six?"
His wife, irritated by her husband's lack of discretion shouts right back, "Anytime you're ready, Father of Four."
RIGHT ON, LADY!
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Typical macho man married typical good-looking lady and after the wedding, he laid down the following rules:
"I'll be home when I want, if I want and at what time I want - and I don't expect any hassle from you. I expect a great dinner to be on the table unless I tell you that I won't be home for dinner. I'll go hunting, fishing, boozing and card-playing when I want with my old buddies and don't you give me a hard time about it. Those are my rules. Any comments?"
His new bride said, "No, that's fine with me. Just understand that there will be sex here at seven o'clock every night..... whether you're here or not."
DAMN SHE'S GOOD!
Marriage (Part II)
Husband and wife had a bitter quarrel on the day of their 40th wedding anniversary.
The husband yells, "When you die, I'm getting you a headstone that reads, 'Here Lies My Wife - Cold As Ever.'"
"Yeah?", she replies, "When you die, I'm getting you a headstone that reads, "Here Lies My Husband - Stiff At Last."
HE ASKED FOR IT!
Marriage (Part III)
Husband (a doctor) and his wife are having a fight at the breakfast table.
Husband gets up in a rage and says, "And you're no good in bed either," and storms out of the house.
After sometime, he realizes he was nasty and decides to make amends and rings her up. She comes to the phone after many rings and the irritated husband says, "What took you so long to answer the phone?"
She says, "I was in bed."
"In bed this early, doing what?"
"Getting a second opinion!"
YUP, HE HAD THAT COMING, TOO!
Marriage (Part IV)
A man has six children and is very proud of his achievement. He is so proud of himself, that he starts calling his wife, "Mother of Six" in spite of her objections.
One night, they go to a party and the man decides that it's time to go home and wants to find out if his wife is ready
to leave as well. He shouts at the top of his voice, "Shall we go home Mother of six?"
His wife, irritated by her husband's lack of discretion shouts right back, "Anytime you're ready, Father of Four."
RIGHT ON, LADY!
Monday, October 27, 2003
Double standard
I came across one blog, and the blogger posted her YM conversation she had with a guy about being a girl. I didn't know which century these two came from but the way the girl accept the guy's so-called teguran is quite schmucky.
The guy claimed as a girl one needs to be lemah lembut, sopan santun. Even the word bodoh is considered kasar.
The girl argued by saying as if the guy is such a goody anyway. The guy said it is OK for a guy to say such stuff because guys are kasar, but girls need to "cakap lemah lembut, manis budi bicara, jalan lemah gemalai..." and so on, which I didn't bother to remember but suffice to say the rest of his suggestions are pretty much conventional. At this point I was thinking - what a stupid statement that is!
But what boiled me up was when the girl said Yea lah... ye lah... , surrendering that fast, that easily! My guess is that she's really young and perhaps she just wanted to please the guy.
But really, shouldn't it be a must for both guys and girls to be polite and do away with kasar words in the first place? What, don't tell me they're afraid that they'd be labelled lelaki lembut if they are polite, soft-spoken and don't insult each other with kasar words? C'mon!
As one ex-writer of Malaysiakini.com pointed out, just look at Johnny Depp's character in Pirates of the Caribbean - beads in his hair, eye-liner on his eye-lids, swagger in his walk, eloquent in his speech - but Jack Sparrow is still very much a man, even before he swings his sword.
But sad to note that a majority of our society is such. Guys - even the ones that falls into the category of X and Y generation - are mainly clouded by traditional expectations, though they hate to admit it. Unfortunately, they impose such expectation only on girls, but not them.
Smoking: Macho for guys, not OK for girls.
Swearing: Encouraged for guys, not OK for girls.
Lough out loud: A must for guys, not OK for girls.
But how about certain issues like making enough money to support the family? From what I gather, if a girl can do that, they'd say the girl should be helping her husband. If a guy earns enough to do that (which in the old days they all should attain this level), suddenly he's the prized bachelor! Kadavoley!
Then again, I have to be fair in my observation. So let me just note here that certain double standard does works against the guys too.
For instance, my cousin, a guy of my age (it's 25 by the way) is getting married after Raya. This news is recently the current "in" joke our family is sharing across uncles, aunties, cousins and seconds. Each ti,e it was repeated, there would be sniggers and guffaws and head-shakes and echos of "Haa? Si Kamal tu nak kahwin dah?"
Why? They say he's too young but gatal already. Kira kesian jugak lah...
p/s: Selamat Berpuasa semua, yang tak puasa enjoy the kuehs, harap korang doakan lah aku akan berjaya untuk tidak menyebut my fave word (f**k!) sepanjang bulan yang mulia ni dan seterusnya, among other stuff...
The guy claimed as a girl one needs to be lemah lembut, sopan santun. Even the word bodoh is considered kasar.
The girl argued by saying as if the guy is such a goody anyway. The guy said it is OK for a guy to say such stuff because guys are kasar, but girls need to "cakap lemah lembut, manis budi bicara, jalan lemah gemalai..." and so on, which I didn't bother to remember but suffice to say the rest of his suggestions are pretty much conventional. At this point I was thinking - what a stupid statement that is!
But what boiled me up was when the girl said Yea lah... ye lah... , surrendering that fast, that easily! My guess is that she's really young and perhaps she just wanted to please the guy.
But really, shouldn't it be a must for both guys and girls to be polite and do away with kasar words in the first place? What, don't tell me they're afraid that they'd be labelled lelaki lembut if they are polite, soft-spoken and don't insult each other with kasar words? C'mon!
As one ex-writer of Malaysiakini.com pointed out, just look at Johnny Depp's character in Pirates of the Caribbean - beads in his hair, eye-liner on his eye-lids, swagger in his walk, eloquent in his speech - but Jack Sparrow is still very much a man, even before he swings his sword.
But sad to note that a majority of our society is such. Guys - even the ones that falls into the category of X and Y generation - are mainly clouded by traditional expectations, though they hate to admit it. Unfortunately, they impose such expectation only on girls, but not them.
Smoking: Macho for guys, not OK for girls.
Swearing: Encouraged for guys, not OK for girls.
Lough out loud: A must for guys, not OK for girls.
But how about certain issues like making enough money to support the family? From what I gather, if a girl can do that, they'd say the girl should be helping her husband. If a guy earns enough to do that (which in the old days they all should attain this level), suddenly he's the prized bachelor! Kadavoley!
Then again, I have to be fair in my observation. So let me just note here that certain double standard does works against the guys too.
For instance, my cousin, a guy of my age (it's 25 by the way) is getting married after Raya. This news is recently the current "in" joke our family is sharing across uncles, aunties, cousins and seconds. Each ti,e it was repeated, there would be sniggers and guffaws and head-shakes and echos of "Haa? Si Kamal tu nak kahwin dah?"
Why? They say he's too young but gatal already. Kira kesian jugak lah...
p/s: Selamat Berpuasa semua, yang tak puasa enjoy the kuehs, harap korang doakan lah aku akan berjaya untuk tidak menyebut my fave word (f**k!) sepanjang bulan yang mulia ni dan seterusnya, among other stuff...
Wednesday, October 22, 2003
Tech Support
Dear Tech Support:
Last year I upgraded from Boyfriend 5.0 to Husband 1.0 and noticed a slow down in the overall performance, particularly in the flower and jewelry applications that had operated flawlessly under Boyfriend 5.0.
In addition, Husband 1.0 un-installed many other valuable programs, such as Romance 9.5 and Personal Attention 6.5, but installed undesirable programs such as NFL 5.0, NBA 3.0, FIFA 6.2 and RUGBY 3.0. And now Conversation 8.0 no longer runs and House Cleaning 2.6 simply crashes the system.
I've tried running Nagging 5.3 to fix these problems, but to no avail. What can I do?
Signed,
Desperate
Reply:
Dear Desperate:
First keep in mind; Boyfriend 5.0 is an entertainment package, while Husband 1.0 is an operating system. Try entering the command C:\ I THOUGHT YOU LOVED ME and download Tears 6.2 to install Guilt 3.0.
If all works as designed, Husband 1.0 should then automatically run the applications Jewelry 2.0 and Flowers 3.5. But remember, overuse can cause Husband 1.0 to default to Grumpy Silence 2.5, Happy Hour 7.0 or Beer 6.1. Beer 6.1 is a very bad program that will create Snoring Loudly.wav files.
Whatever you do, DO NOT install Mother-in-Law 1.0 or reinstall another Boyfriend program. These are not supported applications and will crash Husband 1.0.
In summary, Husband 1.0 is a great program, but it does have a limited memory and cannot learn new applications quickly. You might consider additional software to improve memory and performance. I personally recommend Hot Food 3.0 and Lingerie 6.9.
Good Luck,
Tech support
Last year I upgraded from Boyfriend 5.0 to Husband 1.0 and noticed a slow down in the overall performance, particularly in the flower and jewelry applications that had operated flawlessly under Boyfriend 5.0.
In addition, Husband 1.0 un-installed many other valuable programs, such as Romance 9.5 and Personal Attention 6.5, but installed undesirable programs such as NFL 5.0, NBA 3.0, FIFA 6.2 and RUGBY 3.0. And now Conversation 8.0 no longer runs and House Cleaning 2.6 simply crashes the system.
I've tried running Nagging 5.3 to fix these problems, but to no avail. What can I do?
Signed,
Desperate
Reply:
Dear Desperate:
First keep in mind; Boyfriend 5.0 is an entertainment package, while Husband 1.0 is an operating system. Try entering the command C:\ I THOUGHT YOU LOVED ME and download Tears 6.2 to install Guilt 3.0.
If all works as designed, Husband 1.0 should then automatically run the applications Jewelry 2.0 and Flowers 3.5. But remember, overuse can cause Husband 1.0 to default to Grumpy Silence 2.5, Happy Hour 7.0 or Beer 6.1. Beer 6.1 is a very bad program that will create Snoring Loudly.wav files.
Whatever you do, DO NOT install Mother-in-Law 1.0 or reinstall another Boyfriend program. These are not supported applications and will crash Husband 1.0.
In summary, Husband 1.0 is a great program, but it does have a limited memory and cannot learn new applications quickly. You might consider additional software to improve memory and performance. I personally recommend Hot Food 3.0 and Lingerie 6.9.
Good Luck,
Tech support
Tuesday, October 21, 2003
Poor little-dicked wanker
The Cheras Star LRT station is the kind of train station that is raised not too high above the ground it stood on - just about three meters or so. Since the train's rail devides the land into two sides, there is an underground path made for pedestrians, cyclists and bikers to get to the other side.
If you are going towards the main city - specifically Plaza Rakyat, Masjid Jamek and Bandaraya (stations) - from this station, you will have to buy your ticket on one side and cross to the other platform. On this side of the platform, you can see the users of the underground path come out from the other side. Where the underground path ends, a walkway that is shaded by plastic onnings stretch out towards outside the station's perimeters.
This particular morning, I was leaning on the side of the platform, waiting for a train that will take me to Masjid Jamek, engrossed in some reading, when I heard faint foot tappings and a little sound of someone clearing his throat. The sound came from the mouth of the underground path that runs under the station.
I briefly glanced in that direction - it was probably reflex, as faint footstep and a mere ekhem rarely interest me. I bet you can guess what I saw when I did this: yup, I saw a flasher.
Fondly called exhibitionist by Mrs Goh the English Literature teacher during my school days in Ipoh, this morning's flasher is a classic. Smartly dressed in a maroon shirt tucked in to a pair blue jeans, he only had his flies open as he bobbed his tiny dick, hoping someone would scream.
I was momentarily struck - less than a second, actually - eventhough this was not my first time seeing a flasher there.
The last time I saw some brainless sicko pulling the same stunt was sometime last year, and the man had been thin, wiry (and I'm not just referring to his body), fair-skinned but really hairy. This time around, this guy is much much darker, not as tall and he comes with a bulging stomach that kinda say "I'm due in five months, duh."
I think the spot where the guy is standing is a favourite for exhibitionists (maybe they have little persatuan meetings where they do a lot of knowledge sharing - ideas exchange, lessons learnt, competitive intelligence and all), as from the point I was standing, the man's shoulder and head is covered by the onning, cleverly shielding his face.
Then again I think he cannot see much of me too. As I quickly recovered and resumed my reading, I pretended to be very very much indifferent towards my surroundings. From the corner of my eyes I saw the man stepped forward, now revealing his shoulder to my view.
I kept on "reading". He shuffled his foot noisily. No respond from me, sorry. More ekhems dropped. I refused to shift my face away from the book, so he even made some mouse-sounds to gain my attention.
I was so tempted to take a photo of him with the cameraphone or have a bunch or rocks of throwable size handy so that I can bully him back, but just by turning and acknowledging his existence might give him just the satisfaction he wanted.
After a few minutes of little-noise making and dick wanking, he gave up - I only heard a noise that sounded like spitting or water squirting as the train came. I turn a bit, just in time to see his face (young fella in his twenties, clean-looking, a little moustache nicely trimmed) as he tucked his measly piece of meat back into his jeans and walked away from the underground path, him unaware.
I think guys who choose flashing as a career is in for a big disappointment. Nowadays girls don't blush easily anymore. Scream in the presence of a wanker wanking in public? Alahai... tak yah susah-susah la brader.
In fact, I know a lot of girls who had laughed in the face of a flasher and called the school gardener to hit the flasher with a shovel, gang-chased back a flasher who was on a kapcai (never mess with the Sastera '95 girls from RPS) and even threw a packet of hot teh tarik and a polisterene case of rojak pedas at a flasher (this girl claimed it was reflex and self-defence).
In this age and place where young girls can easily get blue films and some even have the chance to see it in action (live), a flasher needs to do more than just pumping his dick to impress and get a respectable shout.
Perhaps a little routine that involves setting that hair below on fire as the wanking is done might make us girls scream. Or maybe get a dog in the act - you know, let the animal chase after the wanked dick as how he would his own tail. No gourmet pies or whipped cream please, that is so yesterday.
If you are going towards the main city - specifically Plaza Rakyat, Masjid Jamek and Bandaraya (stations) - from this station, you will have to buy your ticket on one side and cross to the other platform. On this side of the platform, you can see the users of the underground path come out from the other side. Where the underground path ends, a walkway that is shaded by plastic onnings stretch out towards outside the station's perimeters.
This particular morning, I was leaning on the side of the platform, waiting for a train that will take me to Masjid Jamek, engrossed in some reading, when I heard faint foot tappings and a little sound of someone clearing his throat. The sound came from the mouth of the underground path that runs under the station.
I briefly glanced in that direction - it was probably reflex, as faint footstep and a mere ekhem rarely interest me. I bet you can guess what I saw when I did this: yup, I saw a flasher.
Fondly called exhibitionist by Mrs Goh the English Literature teacher during my school days in Ipoh, this morning's flasher is a classic. Smartly dressed in a maroon shirt tucked in to a pair blue jeans, he only had his flies open as he bobbed his tiny dick, hoping someone would scream.
I was momentarily struck - less than a second, actually - eventhough this was not my first time seeing a flasher there.
The last time I saw some brainless sicko pulling the same stunt was sometime last year, and the man had been thin, wiry (and I'm not just referring to his body), fair-skinned but really hairy. This time around, this guy is much much darker, not as tall and he comes with a bulging stomach that kinda say "I'm due in five months, duh."
I think the spot where the guy is standing is a favourite for exhibitionists (maybe they have little persatuan meetings where they do a lot of knowledge sharing - ideas exchange, lessons learnt, competitive intelligence and all), as from the point I was standing, the man's shoulder and head is covered by the onning, cleverly shielding his face.
Then again I think he cannot see much of me too. As I quickly recovered and resumed my reading, I pretended to be very very much indifferent towards my surroundings. From the corner of my eyes I saw the man stepped forward, now revealing his shoulder to my view.
I kept on "reading". He shuffled his foot noisily. No respond from me, sorry. More ekhems dropped. I refused to shift my face away from the book, so he even made some mouse-sounds to gain my attention.
I was so tempted to take a photo of him with the cameraphone or have a bunch or rocks of throwable size handy so that I can bully him back, but just by turning and acknowledging his existence might give him just the satisfaction he wanted.
After a few minutes of little-noise making and dick wanking, he gave up - I only heard a noise that sounded like spitting or water squirting as the train came. I turn a bit, just in time to see his face (young fella in his twenties, clean-looking, a little moustache nicely trimmed) as he tucked his measly piece of meat back into his jeans and walked away from the underground path, him unaware.
I think guys who choose flashing as a career is in for a big disappointment. Nowadays girls don't blush easily anymore. Scream in the presence of a wanker wanking in public? Alahai... tak yah susah-susah la brader.
In fact, I know a lot of girls who had laughed in the face of a flasher and called the school gardener to hit the flasher with a shovel, gang-chased back a flasher who was on a kapcai (never mess with the Sastera '95 girls from RPS) and even threw a packet of hot teh tarik and a polisterene case of rojak pedas at a flasher (this girl claimed it was reflex and self-defence).
In this age and place where young girls can easily get blue films and some even have the chance to see it in action (live), a flasher needs to do more than just pumping his dick to impress and get a respectable shout.
Perhaps a little routine that involves setting that hair below on fire as the wanking is done might make us girls scream. Or maybe get a dog in the act - you know, let the animal chase after the wanked dick as how he would his own tail. No gourmet pies or whipped cream please, that is so yesterday.
Saturday, October 18, 2003
Too desperate, you'll say yes to anything??
Last nite a friend call me. He wants invite me on behalf of our ex-colleague. She's getting married this weekend. When people tell me someone's getting married or someone has already married.. My first question will be "handsome tak husband dia?". Why? I don't even know why.
Say you are 30years old - single, you don't have any boyfriend or girlfriend. Everyone around you (your best friend, your office mates, your neighbour (basically sume orang la..) is already married or getting married. Your younger brother/sister's already planning for his/her wedding (thank God I'm the youngest one). and you.. u don't even have a bf/gf?? Will you be worried?
Then a man come into your life, asking more than a friendship from you. He's not your kind of guy -- not at all. He's not handsome or rich. He's just an ordinary "JOE". What will you do? Will you wait for your "right man" or you'll just grap whatever in front of you now?
As in one of the episode of Sex In The City Carrie said to Samantha "you are too desperate and now you'll say yes to anything". Or in peribahasa melayu "tangkap muat".
As for me.. I think I rather wait. I'm still young anyway.. *wink*..
ps.. sue, this is one of my reasons of why am I still single - I'M TOO CHOOSY
Say you are 30years old - single, you don't have any boyfriend or girlfriend. Everyone around you (your best friend, your office mates, your neighbour (basically sume orang la..) is already married or getting married. Your younger brother/sister's already planning for his/her wedding (thank God I'm the youngest one). and you.. u don't even have a bf/gf?? Will you be worried?
Then a man come into your life, asking more than a friendship from you. He's not your kind of guy -- not at all. He's not handsome or rich. He's just an ordinary "JOE". What will you do? Will you wait for your "right man" or you'll just grap whatever in front of you now?
As in one of the episode of Sex In The City Carrie said to Samantha "you are too desperate and now you'll say yes to anything". Or in peribahasa melayu "tangkap muat".
As for me.. I think I rather wait. I'm still young anyway.. *wink*..
ps.. sue, this is one of my reasons of why am I still single - I'M TOO CHOOSY
Tuesday, October 14, 2003
Why do cute guys walk in during your most embarassing moments?
Last night my sis's fever still hasn't subsided, so I decided to tag along to her nightly gig at PH. In case she tak larat I will get promoted as her supir lah.
So I lepaked at PH for a few hours, not bumping into anyone special (unless you count that pakcik gatal who belanjaed us a drink, claiming to be an admirer of my sis' fashion style. It turned out that he's a Jaksa Pendamai of some kind - I don't even know if I heard the PH waiter right or not when he was telling my sis about the guy, as I was doing my best to get into the 3rd level of Magic II game on the borrowed Motorola E365).
Motorola E365
At last the third set ended - for a Monday night, the place was quite crowded so we quickly made our escape. My sis talked to the drummer for a bit just before we leave to settle on the next soundcheck session or something - I wasn't paying attention cause I was about to hit the 3rd level on Magic II (I still have the E365 review unit cause the Motorola guys hasn't asked for it yet.)
We adjourned to the dingy mamak stall across PH cause my sis finally decided that she can eat something (she's been surviving on fruits for the past two days). We almost finished our nasi lemak and roti canais when the drummer suddenly made an appearance.
We thought he had come to reschedule the soundcheck or something, but instead he came to me and said, "Eh you got a fan lah!", at the same time he looked apologetically to my sis, as if asking permission for him to say this. Apparently the so-called fan is a PH regular who had seen us talking just now.
"My friend wants to get to know you, boleh ke?" I was in the midst of finishing my drink, so the drummer continued by asking something that sounded like, "Muka dia macam Wahid Senario, ndak tak?"
I choked, almost nak tersembur some of the teh o I was drinking. Just a few drops escaped though, not hurting anyone's make up, but unfortunately an awful gurgling noise escaped from my choking self in my effort to surpress a bigger disaster from happening. Why do I always have some drink in my mouth everytime someone makes a joke or tell me something unexpected like this?
And at the same time, this cute guy, whom I saw from a distance down at PH just now (but he didn't seem to as cute from a distance), came with his friend to join the suppering crowd at the very same mamak stall. And as the two of them settled at the table next to us, they inevitably caught my embarassing display of conduct!
My table-mates exploded with laughter - at my expense, mind you - and I can see the two guys at the next table sharing the amusement. Then my sis said "Considering in Senario, Wahid is the most good looking, you should go for it!" What a betrayal!
I finally told them - loud enough so that the guys at next table can eavesdrop without even trying - that there's no need to look as gorgeous as Wahid Senario to be my friend.
Which is a very true thing indeed. I love making friends. I like hanging out with various types of groups and I love learning about new stuff.
Tapi itu kalau kawan lah kan. Kalau nak jadi lebih dari kawan nak la yang hensem. There you go! I hereby admit I am the memilih kind!
So I lepaked at PH for a few hours, not bumping into anyone special (unless you count that pakcik gatal who belanjaed us a drink, claiming to be an admirer of my sis' fashion style. It turned out that he's a Jaksa Pendamai of some kind - I don't even know if I heard the PH waiter right or not when he was telling my sis about the guy, as I was doing my best to get into the 3rd level of Magic II game on the borrowed Motorola E365).
Motorola E365
At last the third set ended - for a Monday night, the place was quite crowded so we quickly made our escape. My sis talked to the drummer for a bit just before we leave to settle on the next soundcheck session or something - I wasn't paying attention cause I was about to hit the 3rd level on Magic II (I still have the E365 review unit cause the Motorola guys hasn't asked for it yet.)
We adjourned to the dingy mamak stall across PH cause my sis finally decided that she can eat something (she's been surviving on fruits for the past two days). We almost finished our nasi lemak and roti canais when the drummer suddenly made an appearance.
We thought he had come to reschedule the soundcheck or something, but instead he came to me and said, "Eh you got a fan lah!", at the same time he looked apologetically to my sis, as if asking permission for him to say this. Apparently the so-called fan is a PH regular who had seen us talking just now.
"My friend wants to get to know you, boleh ke?" I was in the midst of finishing my drink, so the drummer continued by asking something that sounded like, "Muka dia macam Wahid Senario, ndak tak?"
I choked, almost nak tersembur some of the teh o I was drinking. Just a few drops escaped though, not hurting anyone's make up, but unfortunately an awful gurgling noise escaped from my choking self in my effort to surpress a bigger disaster from happening. Why do I always have some drink in my mouth everytime someone makes a joke or tell me something unexpected like this?
And at the same time, this cute guy, whom I saw from a distance down at PH just now (but he didn't seem to as cute from a distance), came with his friend to join the suppering crowd at the very same mamak stall. And as the two of them settled at the table next to us, they inevitably caught my embarassing display of conduct!
My table-mates exploded with laughter - at my expense, mind you - and I can see the two guys at the next table sharing the amusement. Then my sis said "Considering in Senario, Wahid is the most good looking, you should go for it!" What a betrayal!
I finally told them - loud enough so that the guys at next table can eavesdrop without even trying - that there's no need to look as gorgeous as Wahid Senario to be my friend.
Which is a very true thing indeed. I love making friends. I like hanging out with various types of groups and I love learning about new stuff.
Tapi itu kalau kawan lah kan. Kalau nak jadi lebih dari kawan nak la yang hensem. There you go! I hereby admit I am the memilih kind!
Monday, October 13, 2003
Anugerah Era 2003
Anugerah Era 2003... and I wanna be in Misha Omar's shoes!
I mean that gal was surrounded by 5 guys - though not all of them were cute, but they all adored her, right? So let's not miss the point here.
For my generation, it is said that there are more females than males. So shoot me if I'm jealous that Misha's got five guys serenading her on stage on national TV (though it was a delayed telecast on TV3 that I cought).
So perhaps Sue, my listing of "Why I'm still single" is a line longer than yours. I'll be adding "That Misha Omar is hoarding five guys to herself, cutting the supply of guys in the market, limiting my chances of getting hooked."
Never the less, I am quite enthralled by their singing - though Misha Omar did looked as if she's either nervous or trying too hard when she strained her voice a bit too many times ala Rem - and the music arrangement was something I should keep in mind for future composing ideas.
For Malaysian awards standard, it is something new to have two songs intertwined as such. And to have it done and delivered impeccably is again, something new.
But that just shows that there are good Malaysian artistes out there, and should these people be sponsored to perform in a concert, I think I dont mind spending RM50 for a good seat.
Back to the listing of "Why I'm still single" - heartbreakaphobia, I believe is not uncommon. However, such is love that there are no guarantees.
If you want it, you gotta make that plunge (ever wonder why they use the term falling in love so often? Bet it must feel like taking a bungee jump huh? Ah well, I wouldn't know for sure, cause I'm a Josie Gellar myself.)
But how can you take that plunge if there's no one asking right? Hmm... tricky, tricky...
p/s: Go public - can, but I hope to stay anonymous... and mysterious... and superfluous... (evidently I'm still not over Johnny Depp's sterling performance in Pirates of the Caribbean!)
p/s 2: Sue & Jen, you guys should go catch Korean film "The Tale of Two Sisters" - sad story, scary as hell - this-easily-scared chick got out of the theater with a little sore throat... (and please forgive Cik Tin and I for we could not be patient enough to wait for you guys.
You know, come to think of it, a horror film is a good benchmark test for me to determine if that guy is worth taking the plunge for or not. If he screams louder than me, he's not lah kan, duh! Either that or a rollar coaster ride in Berjaya Times Square...
I mean that gal was surrounded by 5 guys - though not all of them were cute, but they all adored her, right? So let's not miss the point here.
For my generation, it is said that there are more females than males. So shoot me if I'm jealous that Misha's got five guys serenading her on stage on national TV (though it was a delayed telecast on TV3 that I cought).
So perhaps Sue, my listing of "Why I'm still single" is a line longer than yours. I'll be adding "That Misha Omar is hoarding five guys to herself, cutting the supply of guys in the market, limiting my chances of getting hooked."
Never the less, I am quite enthralled by their singing - though Misha Omar did looked as if she's either nervous or trying too hard when she strained her voice a bit too many times ala Rem - and the music arrangement was something I should keep in mind for future composing ideas.
For Malaysian awards standard, it is something new to have two songs intertwined as such. And to have it done and delivered impeccably is again, something new.
But that just shows that there are good Malaysian artistes out there, and should these people be sponsored to perform in a concert, I think I dont mind spending RM50 for a good seat.
Back to the listing of "Why I'm still single" - heartbreakaphobia, I believe is not uncommon. However, such is love that there are no guarantees.
If you want it, you gotta make that plunge (ever wonder why they use the term falling in love so often? Bet it must feel like taking a bungee jump huh? Ah well, I wouldn't know for sure, cause I'm a Josie Gellar myself.)
But how can you take that plunge if there's no one asking right? Hmm... tricky, tricky...
p/s: Go public - can, but I hope to stay anonymous... and mysterious... and superfluous... (evidently I'm still not over Johnny Depp's sterling performance in Pirates of the Caribbean!)
p/s 2: Sue & Jen, you guys should go catch Korean film "The Tale of Two Sisters" - sad story, scary as hell - this-easily-scared chick got out of the theater with a little sore throat... (and please forgive Cik Tin and I for we could not be patient enough to wait for you guys.
You know, come to think of it, a horror film is a good benchmark test for me to determine if that guy is worth taking the plunge for or not. If he screams louder than me, he's not lah kan, duh! Either that or a rollar coaster ride in Berjaya Times Square...
10 reasons Why I, Sue, still single?
1. Less commitment
2. I'd get to spend more time with my friends anytime...
3. I can go anywhere without having to report to anyone every 5 or 10 minutes...
4. I don't have to worry about the whereabouts of my partner and whom they're with...
5. I don't have to baby-talk to anyone on the phone... TURN-OFF!!!!
6. I won't get strained neck from hanging on the phone 3 hours a day with my boyfriend...
7. Too many gay guys out there...
8. Too many straight guys (so they say!) who have slept with gays...
9. All the nice guys taken (Jennifer, give my Brad back! Aragorn, Aragorn where forth are thou??? Hans been with Elaine, yuck!)
10. Less problems!
I'd rather stay single (for the moment)...
But, there's this test in eMode, which I have done, it says I am still single because...
I am "afraid of being heartbroken"
Is this true? hmmmm??????
For those girls who have been there, you might know this.
Married guys common excuse for having an affair.... "It was an arranged marriage. I don't love my wife" Yet they have children from that marriage! Hah!!!
p/s: meen, go public.... what inferiority complex? You're a journalist for god sake!!!
p/s/s: my blog...
http://2678.blogspot.com
2. I'd get to spend more time with my friends anytime...
3. I can go anywhere without having to report to anyone every 5 or 10 minutes...
4. I don't have to worry about the whereabouts of my partner and whom they're with...
5. I don't have to baby-talk to anyone on the phone... TURN-OFF!!!!
6. I won't get strained neck from hanging on the phone 3 hours a day with my boyfriend...
7. Too many gay guys out there...
8. Too many straight guys (so they say!) who have slept with gays...
9. All the nice guys taken (Jennifer, give my Brad back! Aragorn, Aragorn where forth are thou??? Hans been with Elaine, yuck!)
10. Less problems!
I'd rather stay single (for the moment)...
But, there's this test in eMode, which I have done, it says I am still single because...
I am "afraid of being heartbroken"
Is this true? hmmmm??????
For those girls who have been there, you might know this.
Married guys common excuse for having an affair.... "It was an arranged marriage. I don't love my wife" Yet they have children from that marriage! Hah!!!
p/s: meen, go public.... what inferiority complex? You're a journalist for god sake!!!
p/s/s: my blog...
http://2678.blogspot.com
Thursday, October 09, 2003
Why do I like my house? And why do I like flicking TV channels?
Typical, really.
Why do I like my house? Cause I'm used to it, so even if you blindfold me, I can still find my way around, even in desperate moments (like if you really, really, really have to pee you can't think straight anymore). I like familiarity - it's safe. So safety is what I'm looking for. Safety also entails security and guarantee.
Why do I like flicking TV channels? Cause I get bored easily, don't you? After all most TV programs are non-interactive, and few really come across as engaging, even less comes with the suspense and thrill elements that excite us so. Hence the channel flicking. But channel-flicking also means I'm still looking - for that suitable TV channel worth watching. Which means I'm not giving up on TV yet.
What's all this talk about a house and a particular TV behaviour?
Cause it just occured to me that for some people, when it comes to the issue of choosing a life partner, the why-do-I-like-my-house and why-do-I-like-flicking-TV-channels are the two approaches they comfortably adopt.
When it comes to settling down with a sigificant someone, these people want someone they really know what to expect from. No surprises, no "Honey, I think I'm having doubts about my sexuality!", no complications.
And when it comes to choosing that significant someone, these people are always opening up to whoever's available, yet still adamant on choosing the best out there.
Such was the insight I gained from a couple of thirty-somethings who works in my office, over a ride back from Cyberjaya just now. They're smart, talented, beautiful, got a great career going and I just don't see how on earth they arrived to such conclusions.
I didn't say much to them just now, for I was trying to analyze their input (oh wow, how academic). But now, come to think of it, I don't think things work that way.
First of all, I'm sure it would be safe and secure settling with someone you really know inside out. It might even guarantee you against a case of heartbreak. But from what I've seen (a mere 25 years worth of observation, count in the years I was green and stupid), love's not like that.
Even the people closest and most familiar to you have tendencies to give you heartbreaks - albeit little, most of the time unintentionally - but hey, shit happens, life happens. So truthfully, there's really no guarantee.
Secondly, to liken humans to TV programs is sad. While TV tend to mostly non-interactive (oh, forget that chit with that stupid whatever accent doing the blurbs for Survivor 7 on NTV7), humans are.
Personally I too wish I can just pick any guy I want just like how you flick TV channels. But, while any TV channels you flick to will readily air the program you find suited to your liking, guys on the street won't. (Well not all of them anyway, even if you're major babe.)
The more I think about it, the more I suspect that these two thirty-somethings are remaining single because they prefer to be so. Perhaps they're not ready to commit, hence they give such excuses (may it be in the form of the two above theories, it still does not sound convincing to me).
But check this out - what worried me most as I was listening to them talking just now was: Will I sound like them when I turn 30 and still single? Unbelieveable, isn't it? Like I'm missing the point or something like that now, isn't it?
Will I end up like them? Will someone look at me and think how ridiculous their musings sound, just like how I'm looking and thinking about them now? Will I be even bitter then? My train of thoughts went on like this throughout the ride.
Then they asked me, "Why aren't you with someone already?"
(Boy oh boy, don't we all love this question? To have these more-experienced singles ask such question to another single feels like being ragged by the senior students in high school during the orientation week. What a non-necessity! What a redundancy!)
I told them I have not met the right person yet (and the right person is Faizal Hussein but as satu Malaya dah tau he's quite unavailable) and they gave me their promise to make me come to their next BBQ party and introduce me to their cousins/ex-colleagues/neighbour/chatfriend.
Boleh???
Why do I like my house? Cause I'm used to it, so even if you blindfold me, I can still find my way around, even in desperate moments (like if you really, really, really have to pee you can't think straight anymore). I like familiarity - it's safe. So safety is what I'm looking for. Safety also entails security and guarantee.
Why do I like flicking TV channels? Cause I get bored easily, don't you? After all most TV programs are non-interactive, and few really come across as engaging, even less comes with the suspense and thrill elements that excite us so. Hence the channel flicking. But channel-flicking also means I'm still looking - for that suitable TV channel worth watching. Which means I'm not giving up on TV yet.
What's all this talk about a house and a particular TV behaviour?
Cause it just occured to me that for some people, when it comes to the issue of choosing a life partner, the why-do-I-like-my-house and why-do-I-like-flicking-TV-channels are the two approaches they comfortably adopt.
When it comes to settling down with a sigificant someone, these people want someone they really know what to expect from. No surprises, no "Honey, I think I'm having doubts about my sexuality!", no complications.
And when it comes to choosing that significant someone, these people are always opening up to whoever's available, yet still adamant on choosing the best out there.
Such was the insight I gained from a couple of thirty-somethings who works in my office, over a ride back from Cyberjaya just now. They're smart, talented, beautiful, got a great career going and I just don't see how on earth they arrived to such conclusions.
I didn't say much to them just now, for I was trying to analyze their input (oh wow, how academic). But now, come to think of it, I don't think things work that way.
First of all, I'm sure it would be safe and secure settling with someone you really know inside out. It might even guarantee you against a case of heartbreak. But from what I've seen (a mere 25 years worth of observation, count in the years I was green and stupid), love's not like that.
Even the people closest and most familiar to you have tendencies to give you heartbreaks - albeit little, most of the time unintentionally - but hey, shit happens, life happens. So truthfully, there's really no guarantee.
Secondly, to liken humans to TV programs is sad. While TV tend to mostly non-interactive (oh, forget that chit with that stupid whatever accent doing the blurbs for Survivor 7 on NTV7), humans are.
Personally I too wish I can just pick any guy I want just like how you flick TV channels. But, while any TV channels you flick to will readily air the program you find suited to your liking, guys on the street won't. (Well not all of them anyway, even if you're major babe.)
The more I think about it, the more I suspect that these two thirty-somethings are remaining single because they prefer to be so. Perhaps they're not ready to commit, hence they give such excuses (may it be in the form of the two above theories, it still does not sound convincing to me).
But check this out - what worried me most as I was listening to them talking just now was: Will I sound like them when I turn 30 and still single? Unbelieveable, isn't it? Like I'm missing the point or something like that now, isn't it?
Will I end up like them? Will someone look at me and think how ridiculous their musings sound, just like how I'm looking and thinking about them now? Will I be even bitter then? My train of thoughts went on like this throughout the ride.
Then they asked me, "Why aren't you with someone already?"
(Boy oh boy, don't we all love this question? To have these more-experienced singles ask such question to another single feels like being ragged by the senior students in high school during the orientation week. What a non-necessity! What a redundancy!)
I told them I have not met the right person yet (and the right person is Faizal Hussein but as satu Malaya dah tau he's quite unavailable) and they gave me their promise to make me come to their next BBQ party and introduce me to their cousins/ex-colleagues/neighbour/chatfriend.
Boleh???
Tuesday, October 07, 2003
Everybody bitch about their boss (and a fair amount of their colleagues)
I was having lunch with a couple of friends - whom I love to refer to Popo and Ah Beng - just now, and we got talking about our bosses. You see, Popo and I share the same male boss, while Ah Beng is tied to another team headed by a woman boss.
(Let me first share with you why I call Popo - Popo, and why Ah Beng is Ah Beng.
Popo is a lady in her 40s - she would not say out loud her age, typical isn't it. But what's not typical about her is that she tries very very hard to hide it. Still typical you say? Maybe but check this out - she listens to Linkin' Park and Atomic Kitten and loves to hang out with the younger crowd in the office.
So there's many like her, you may say, and you know a couple more people - young at heart as they're commonly termed - who are doing the same thing. Sure, but how many of them even go as far as introducing her own grown-up daughter as a friend?
So for going that far to hide her age, I grant her the nickname of Popo.
As for Ah Beng - well, he's all that really - coloured hair, two pairs of spectacles (one for work, one for partying - and that party pair has a lemon green frame, beat that!), dressed like Ah Beng, talk like Ah Beng, hear all the Ah Beng techno music etcetera metcetera.
So for conforming to the typical Ah Beng archetype, he's Ah Beng to me.)
As the lunch time story goes, Ah Beng was thanking us for tapauing his lunch as he had to rush and submit some work to his lady boss. This lady boss of his is infamous for being inapproprieately prissy, fussy, and nak-cepat-sy so when Ah Beng starts bitching about her, that's hardly new.
He said my boss seems cool, and that he thinks most lady bosses sux. In the context of our office, this statement is a fallacy, I said. Firstly my boss ain't cool. Secondly, there is a lady boss heading another department in our office and because I had been doing some jobs under her, I knew for a fact that she's cool.
I related to Ah Beng about my experience - there was this one time when my so-called cool male boss was trying to correct my spelling. You see, we were supposed to conform to the British English instead of the US English that I am so used to.
I did try my best to check my spellings and even do double checking on my own the moment I found out that the company's spellchecker software is US-based. But I'm not perfect either, thus sometimes the "z"s fell through instead of the "s" (hence organization instead of organisation).
I supposed my boss must have had enough of "z"s instead of "s"s when he finally said "If you have not been to US, lived in US or studied in US, I supposed by now you should be able to get used to British English ya."
For a person like me - as in victimised during the 1998 recession when the government pulled out education funds for overseas studies (and what a bad decision that was, though I don't really fancy going to US but the education system there suits me) - that particular statement is very very painful to swallow. Mentang-mentang la dia pernah duduk kat UK, bila cakap terkeluar je "Oh gosh! dengan "Golly me!" dia...
But I did push that fucking comment out of the way and ever since that I minded my "z"s as how a teenager would treat his pimples (sometimes he let it be and rub some oxy on it, sometimes he'll just forget about it, sometimes he'll squash it).
Bottomline is, as I had related to Ah Beng just now, it is how you take it. Your boss ain't perfect, so aren't you. But there is always room for compromise, and you always have the choice to be the bigger person and improve (though switching to British English from US English is not what I would call improvement - both of them are still the same weird language after all).
Ah Beng was nodding away and he recalled his own spelling incident. His lad boss told him to "Do your job la! Don't copy!" when he kept spelling everything in US English (as how he was thought during his student days in Taiwan). "As if I'd copy!" he protested in defence. Now that's just as bad, I thought.
While Ah Beng and I were happily bitching about our bosses, Popo was keeping quiet in her seat. This goody-two-shoes squirmed everytime I mention my boss's anal comments - I could see it but I went on talking anyway.
You see, Popo adores our boss - probably cause she was made as part of the team when he took over, instead of keeping to her old less-glamourous secretarial job - and she can't stand it when he's being made into a bitch-topic. And on top of that, Popo is also a good friend to Ah Beng's boss (she's pretty much close to every one in the senior level for she has been with our company for eons).
And way too bad for her, cause Ah Beng and I had no qualms about bad-mouthing our bosses. If they deserved it, they deserve it, if they don't, we deserve the right to bitch still - it is a free country.
The truth is, we were just bitching so that the toxic will clear out of our system and we can move on, try to do our job as good as we can.
But loyal old Popo can't handle the bitch-trip, so she quit the lunch session and excused herself. Two more colleagues joined us after Popo left, bringing the day's installation of Malay Mail to accompany their chapatis.
There was an article about a magician being attacked by its pet for show tiger. The incident happened during a show - the magician flip his whip to get the tiger's attention, which was supposedly quite routine. But instead of complying, the tiger snapped and sank his teeth into the magician's neck.
We were contemplating the reason behind the tiger's unanticipated attack. Probably the tiger was too hungry, said one of lunchtable member. Another said the magician might have released a wrong command using his whip - accidental thing, maybe. Yeah? The truth is, like I said, "See, everybody bitch about their boss!"
(Let me first share with you why I call Popo - Popo, and why Ah Beng is Ah Beng.
Popo is a lady in her 40s - she would not say out loud her age, typical isn't it. But what's not typical about her is that she tries very very hard to hide it. Still typical you say? Maybe but check this out - she listens to Linkin' Park and Atomic Kitten and loves to hang out with the younger crowd in the office.
So there's many like her, you may say, and you know a couple more people - young at heart as they're commonly termed - who are doing the same thing. Sure, but how many of them even go as far as introducing her own grown-up daughter as a friend?
So for going that far to hide her age, I grant her the nickname of Popo.
As for Ah Beng - well, he's all that really - coloured hair, two pairs of spectacles (one for work, one for partying - and that party pair has a lemon green frame, beat that!), dressed like Ah Beng, talk like Ah Beng, hear all the Ah Beng techno music etcetera metcetera.
So for conforming to the typical Ah Beng archetype, he's Ah Beng to me.)
As the lunch time story goes, Ah Beng was thanking us for tapauing his lunch as he had to rush and submit some work to his lady boss. This lady boss of his is infamous for being inapproprieately prissy, fussy, and nak-cepat-sy so when Ah Beng starts bitching about her, that's hardly new.
He said my boss seems cool, and that he thinks most lady bosses sux. In the context of our office, this statement is a fallacy, I said. Firstly my boss ain't cool. Secondly, there is a lady boss heading another department in our office and because I had been doing some jobs under her, I knew for a fact that she's cool.
I related to Ah Beng about my experience - there was this one time when my so-called cool male boss was trying to correct my spelling. You see, we were supposed to conform to the British English instead of the US English that I am so used to.
I did try my best to check my spellings and even do double checking on my own the moment I found out that the company's spellchecker software is US-based. But I'm not perfect either, thus sometimes the "z"s fell through instead of the "s" (hence organization instead of organisation).
I supposed my boss must have had enough of "z"s instead of "s"s when he finally said "If you have not been to US, lived in US or studied in US, I supposed by now you should be able to get used to British English ya."
For a person like me - as in victimised during the 1998 recession when the government pulled out education funds for overseas studies (and what a bad decision that was, though I don't really fancy going to US but the education system there suits me) - that particular statement is very very painful to swallow. Mentang-mentang la dia pernah duduk kat UK, bila cakap terkeluar je "Oh gosh! dengan "Golly me!" dia...
But I did push that fucking comment out of the way and ever since that I minded my "z"s as how a teenager would treat his pimples (sometimes he let it be and rub some oxy on it, sometimes he'll just forget about it, sometimes he'll squash it).
Bottomline is, as I had related to Ah Beng just now, it is how you take it. Your boss ain't perfect, so aren't you. But there is always room for compromise, and you always have the choice to be the bigger person and improve (though switching to British English from US English is not what I would call improvement - both of them are still the same weird language after all).
Ah Beng was nodding away and he recalled his own spelling incident. His lad boss told him to "Do your job la! Don't copy!" when he kept spelling everything in US English (as how he was thought during his student days in Taiwan). "As if I'd copy!" he protested in defence. Now that's just as bad, I thought.
While Ah Beng and I were happily bitching about our bosses, Popo was keeping quiet in her seat. This goody-two-shoes squirmed everytime I mention my boss's anal comments - I could see it but I went on talking anyway.
You see, Popo adores our boss - probably cause she was made as part of the team when he took over, instead of keeping to her old less-glamourous secretarial job - and she can't stand it when he's being made into a bitch-topic. And on top of that, Popo is also a good friend to Ah Beng's boss (she's pretty much close to every one in the senior level for she has been with our company for eons).
And way too bad for her, cause Ah Beng and I had no qualms about bad-mouthing our bosses. If they deserved it, they deserve it, if they don't, we deserve the right to bitch still - it is a free country.
The truth is, we were just bitching so that the toxic will clear out of our system and we can move on, try to do our job as good as we can.
But loyal old Popo can't handle the bitch-trip, so she quit the lunch session and excused herself. Two more colleagues joined us after Popo left, bringing the day's installation of Malay Mail to accompany their chapatis.
There was an article about a magician being attacked by its pet for show tiger. The incident happened during a show - the magician flip his whip to get the tiger's attention, which was supposedly quite routine. But instead of complying, the tiger snapped and sank his teeth into the magician's neck.
We were contemplating the reason behind the tiger's unanticipated attack. Probably the tiger was too hungry, said one of lunchtable member. Another said the magician might have released a wrong command using his whip - accidental thing, maybe. Yeah? The truth is, like I said, "See, everybody bitch about their boss!"
Monday, October 06, 2003
A threesome is not a goodsome
It is always a mistake to go out with your sis and her BF, eventhough they insist they will belanja makan, or that the other guys would be joining later and so on. But food has always been a weakness on my part, hence another day I succumbed to temptation.
Twas Sunday night and the plan was to catch PH's Sunday Night Live with Dayang Nurfaizah (DNF). And oh, there's Hazami (H) and Reshmonu (R) too. This overlook was intentional, as in my honest opinion most of the people that came down to the club wanted to see DNF, a bit wanted to see H and a number was curious about R.
The night started out fine when DNF, H, and R finally joined the band - comprising of Acis, Jamie Wilson, Kelly and Zaibo plus a couple of back up singer - at 10.45PM. Now the thingy started late already, but it would have ended sooner should R just keep singing and stop trying to impress the crowd with his MCCing talent(less) and bad-sounding English.
Really, the only part I got from R's rants was "KL make some noiiizzee!!!" and apart from that I only heard enough to conclude that he must be related to Chewbacca. But his awful slang and lousy overzealous stage control were not enough to make me post this bitching blog.
It was also his I-think-I'm-sexy ogling too. He was trying to get fresh with DNF, albeit jokingly, twas horrendous. DNF had to literally push him off the stage before she can get her song done.
And boy does R babble a lot - I think it was something about his album being onsale for only RM3 for that night and the proceeds will be forwarded to charity or something like that, etcetera, whatevera. Bolehwood's Ambrosia Lala aka Ribena Berry's words echoed in my mind.. "Give an Indian a mic aaa... and.." Twas true! Every time R got the mic, a compulsory (on his account) 5-minutes babble session triggers, deriving a lot of "Oy! Just sing lah!" hollars from the audience.
H too had to shoo off R - and unfortunately he did it in his own way. H got down to his dance routine (note: cringe here) and jiggled his little self off-beatly. I wonder how he could sing just fine but his body can't move accordingly. Or was that intentional?
But though I was trapped in a threesome for quite some time before the others who were supposed to join us joined us, facing the minus-Reshmonu-everything-was-fine performance on stage, the night was not all bad.
There at the big screen, an oh-so-Malay looking tall guy with a forgiveable goatie clad in a pressie red and white sweater and a beanie snowcap atop his head was leaning, trying to enjoy the show and the Aston Villa match at the same time.
He was wearing a very arrogant look on his face - if he was not good-looking you'd think that he's so sombong - but since he was, he looked very, very attractive indeed. Guess it's true gals, what seems unobtainable is more appealing than what comes easily to your plams.
And I happen to be facing the screen at a very comfortable angle. But with my sis busy on the other end of the table, I did not have the luxury to point out the cute guy for group observation. (Later my sis told me that the guy was a regular and she did spoke to him and his gang a couple of nights before!)
But what can a girl do? Talk to him? Yeah right! Don't have that much courage, nor did I have a good pick-up line. Smile at him first? No way, he was looking aloof and oh-so-sombong remember? Stare? Yep! Well, he was leaning near the big screen so it's OK to stare at his direction and pretend he's so not there.
Did that work? Hell no!
Twas Sunday night and the plan was to catch PH's Sunday Night Live with Dayang Nurfaizah (DNF). And oh, there's Hazami (H) and Reshmonu (R) too. This overlook was intentional, as in my honest opinion most of the people that came down to the club wanted to see DNF, a bit wanted to see H and a number was curious about R.
The night started out fine when DNF, H, and R finally joined the band - comprising of Acis, Jamie Wilson, Kelly and Zaibo plus a couple of back up singer - at 10.45PM. Now the thingy started late already, but it would have ended sooner should R just keep singing and stop trying to impress the crowd with his MCCing talent(less) and bad-sounding English.
Really, the only part I got from R's rants was "KL make some noiiizzee!!!" and apart from that I only heard enough to conclude that he must be related to Chewbacca. But his awful slang and lousy overzealous stage control were not enough to make me post this bitching blog.
It was also his I-think-I'm-sexy ogling too. He was trying to get fresh with DNF, albeit jokingly, twas horrendous. DNF had to literally push him off the stage before she can get her song done.
And boy does R babble a lot - I think it was something about his album being onsale for only RM3 for that night and the proceeds will be forwarded to charity or something like that, etcetera, whatevera. Bolehwood's Ambrosia Lala aka Ribena Berry's words echoed in my mind.. "Give an Indian a mic aaa... and.." Twas true! Every time R got the mic, a compulsory (on his account) 5-minutes babble session triggers, deriving a lot of "Oy! Just sing lah!" hollars from the audience.
H too had to shoo off R - and unfortunately he did it in his own way. H got down to his dance routine (note: cringe here) and jiggled his little self off-beatly. I wonder how he could sing just fine but his body can't move accordingly. Or was that intentional?
But though I was trapped in a threesome for quite some time before the others who were supposed to join us joined us, facing the minus-Reshmonu-everything-was-fine performance on stage, the night was not all bad.
There at the big screen, an oh-so-Malay looking tall guy with a forgiveable goatie clad in a pressie red and white sweater and a beanie snowcap atop his head was leaning, trying to enjoy the show and the Aston Villa match at the same time.
He was wearing a very arrogant look on his face - if he was not good-looking you'd think that he's so sombong - but since he was, he looked very, very attractive indeed. Guess it's true gals, what seems unobtainable is more appealing than what comes easily to your plams.
And I happen to be facing the screen at a very comfortable angle. But with my sis busy on the other end of the table, I did not have the luxury to point out the cute guy for group observation. (Later my sis told me that the guy was a regular and she did spoke to him and his gang a couple of nights before!)
But what can a girl do? Talk to him? Yeah right! Don't have that much courage, nor did I have a good pick-up line. Smile at him first? No way, he was looking aloof and oh-so-sombong remember? Stare? Yep! Well, he was leaning near the big screen so it's OK to stare at his direction and pretend he's so not there.
Did that work? Hell no!
Thursday, October 02, 2003
To be or not to be... really public
Dere bloggers,
I had thought of making this blog public, but personally I'm suffering from a little inferiority complex - you see I think my writing kinda sux. However, how else can I change if I don't start now, right?
So since the Sinner has suggested that we go public with this blog, I vote aye. But first let me clean up some bloopers from my previous posts, will not do well to offend the citizens of the cyberspace - albeit virtual, there's always a chance that things can get quite nasty. As it is I have already offend nerds and gays, I think (though I didn't mean to!)
Then again, as the admin access is granted to only a few people, I'd say we can handle it should shit come our way. So to Lize and Sue, how bout it? Shall we go public?
To further specify the extend of the blog, let's invite people who wishes to talk about the single topic, which is, ahem, single. Being single, joys and killjoys of singlehood, what married people think about single people, what single girls think about single boys vice versa, what gay singles think about straight singles, what pets think of their single owner, where singles can hangout to meet other singles, what single people should not talk about with married people vice versa, why some matchmaker remain single and such.
As this single topic already have the potential to span uncontrollably, I vote we do not entertain other postings. OK ah?
(Though I'd love it if the topic art be included so that we can get people to share info on gigs, shows, theater and such - but we already have Kakiseni.com for that.)
If all say aye, let's only go public when all of us has done the cleaning up process, alright ka?
I had thought of making this blog public, but personally I'm suffering from a little inferiority complex - you see I think my writing kinda sux. However, how else can I change if I don't start now, right?
So since the Sinner has suggested that we go public with this blog, I vote aye. But first let me clean up some bloopers from my previous posts, will not do well to offend the citizens of the cyberspace - albeit virtual, there's always a chance that things can get quite nasty. As it is I have already offend nerds and gays, I think (though I didn't mean to!)
Then again, as the admin access is granted to only a few people, I'd say we can handle it should shit come our way. So to Lize and Sue, how bout it? Shall we go public?
To further specify the extend of the blog, let's invite people who wishes to talk about the single topic, which is, ahem, single. Being single, joys and killjoys of singlehood, what married people think about single people, what single girls think about single boys vice versa, what gay singles think about straight singles, what pets think of their single owner, where singles can hangout to meet other singles, what single people should not talk about with married people vice versa, why some matchmaker remain single and such.
As this single topic already have the potential to span uncontrollably, I vote we do not entertain other postings. OK ah?
(Though I'd love it if the topic art be included so that we can get people to share info on gigs, shows, theater and such - but we already have Kakiseni.com for that.)
If all say aye, let's only go public when all of us has done the cleaning up process, alright ka?
jom advertise!!
at last i'm here.. susah payah ni baru dapat access to this blog...
my colleague ask me.. this blog is for single woman only is it?? how about single man.. or perempuan dah ada boyfriend.. can other people contribute their stories to this blog..?? if can.. how???
banyak soalan ni meen.. camner tu.. hehehe...
aku tengah rajin ni.. nak aku modified blog ni??
ps.. korang nak tengok blog aku kan.. ni dia... the-sinner.blogspot.com. korang don't have to read the content.. as u know i'm not good in writing..
my colleague ask me.. this blog is for single woman only is it?? how about single man.. or perempuan dah ada boyfriend.. can other people contribute their stories to this blog..?? if can.. how???
banyak soalan ni meen.. camner tu.. hehehe...
aku tengah rajin ni.. nak aku modified blog ni??
ps.. korang nak tengok blog aku kan.. ni dia... the-sinner.blogspot.com. korang don't have to read the content.. as u know i'm not good in writing..
Peek-a-boo ghoul and a straight girl's musings
Yesterday was Wednesday, the 6-bucks day. Have to admit I'm a sucker for this - I loved the fact that we get to have RM4 off the normal ticket price, and now that the pirate VCDs are harder to obtain, I always look forward to the 6-bucks day.
We wanted to catch Cinta Kolesterol at first - for me it's not just due to the thrill of seeing Erra Fazira all plumped up, I believe it is a good opportunity to do my part as a local supporting the local film industry.
I already missed Rabun, and as far as I can tell the rest of the movies does not star Faizal Hussein so it has been justified here that I do not have much choice, if I still want to do my bit for the Malay film industry. So Cinta Kolesterol it is.
Alas, twas not meant to be. Tickets available for the evening shows are not what we could settle for. So, the 6-bucks day sucker in me decided another show should be it.
We saw the movie Darkness, which starred Anna Paquin. It was a horror film - not so much gory but twas more of an optical illusionary treat. There was this one scene with the so called evil creature hanging from the ceiling of the haunted cult house - it sort of reminded me of the tale a sophomore in MCC once told us freshmen.
You see, the hostel I was in - Aishah Hall of MCC Kuantan to be specific - has its own set of horrors. One of it entails a creature that hangs from the ceiling, going from room to room with its smile and fiery red eyes, and it will extend its long neck just as it gets above the closet that also double as the partition before the corridor and say its scary version of peek-a-boo to whoever is lying on her bed watching the ceiling for inspiration.
Hence each closet in Aishah Hall - even on our freshman mate Sheila Ramasamy's - has a small surah Yassin booklet stashed on top - a repellent measure which must have worked I supposed, as I was fortunate enough not to have encounter any peek-a-boo ghoul during my stay. Still, even thinking of it makes one like me shiver.
The highlight of the 6-bucks day was when Tini suggested that we all go to Naili's Sentul to catch dinner and ubi rebus there. The ubi rebus was delicious, of course but the cute boys manning the service line are more interesting to look at.
Well, right untill Tini mentioned that the famous gay blogger we all read up on has the same taste in men - those kg.com looking guys yang berbadan sasa in particular, seems to be right down his alley.
I hate to think that my prospects of getting cute dudes are now even narrower, considering some are also game for homosexual relationships. Why wont they take the nerds and leave the good looking kg.com-looking guys for us straight girls? After all, rumour has it that gay men are more sensitive and open minded plus they're more interested in one's inner beauty - so look and body are superficial, right? (So hand them to me - for this point of time, I don't mind superficials!)
If the market of straight guys has only nerds left for grabs, will I have to start reading all those self-help books and Cleo/MarieClaire-like mags? I mean mayhap one of these days they'll feature articles like "Turn your nerdy lover into a hunk" or "Discover the inner strength in your introvert BFs" or maybe "How to act meek to match your wimpy date". Should these mags touch this low, we will know by then that straight girls are at a losing end!
For the time being, I foresee an article ala "How to be a natural damsel-in-distress" (with a sub-headline that reads "Make the guy you are trying to impress thinks he's hero") heading our way soon.
We wanted to catch Cinta Kolesterol at first - for me it's not just due to the thrill of seeing Erra Fazira all plumped up, I believe it is a good opportunity to do my part as a local supporting the local film industry.
I already missed Rabun, and as far as I can tell the rest of the movies does not star Faizal Hussein so it has been justified here that I do not have much choice, if I still want to do my bit for the Malay film industry. So Cinta Kolesterol it is.
Alas, twas not meant to be. Tickets available for the evening shows are not what we could settle for. So, the 6-bucks day sucker in me decided another show should be it.
We saw the movie Darkness, which starred Anna Paquin. It was a horror film - not so much gory but twas more of an optical illusionary treat. There was this one scene with the so called evil creature hanging from the ceiling of the haunted cult house - it sort of reminded me of the tale a sophomore in MCC once told us freshmen.
You see, the hostel I was in - Aishah Hall of MCC Kuantan to be specific - has its own set of horrors. One of it entails a creature that hangs from the ceiling, going from room to room with its smile and fiery red eyes, and it will extend its long neck just as it gets above the closet that also double as the partition before the corridor and say its scary version of peek-a-boo to whoever is lying on her bed watching the ceiling for inspiration.
Hence each closet in Aishah Hall - even on our freshman mate Sheila Ramasamy's - has a small surah Yassin booklet stashed on top - a repellent measure which must have worked I supposed, as I was fortunate enough not to have encounter any peek-a-boo ghoul during my stay. Still, even thinking of it makes one like me shiver.
The highlight of the 6-bucks day was when Tini suggested that we all go to Naili's Sentul to catch dinner and ubi rebus there. The ubi rebus was delicious, of course but the cute boys manning the service line are more interesting to look at.
Well, right untill Tini mentioned that the famous gay blogger we all read up on has the same taste in men - those kg.com looking guys yang berbadan sasa in particular, seems to be right down his alley.
I hate to think that my prospects of getting cute dudes are now even narrower, considering some are also game for homosexual relationships. Why wont they take the nerds and leave the good looking kg.com-looking guys for us straight girls? After all, rumour has it that gay men are more sensitive and open minded plus they're more interested in one's inner beauty - so look and body are superficial, right? (So hand them to me - for this point of time, I don't mind superficials!)
If the market of straight guys has only nerds left for grabs, will I have to start reading all those self-help books and Cleo/MarieClaire-like mags? I mean mayhap one of these days they'll feature articles like "Turn your nerdy lover into a hunk" or "Discover the inner strength in your introvert BFs" or maybe "How to act meek to match your wimpy date". Should these mags touch this low, we will know by then that straight girls are at a losing end!
For the time being, I foresee an article ala "How to be a natural damsel-in-distress" (with a sub-headline that reads "Make the guy you are trying to impress thinks he's hero") heading our way soon.
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