Ironic Life

I sat, I think...and it came back to me again...

As it has occured to me in the past before, but never as eloquently as today. The most substantial things you will ever learn as you grow up is that you've never "grown-up". Well, probably the sizes of your clothes escalated as you grow but what about the understanding of life?

The process of growing up supposedly allows people to acquire more knowledge as they grow or age but the ironic of life is that the more knowledge you acquired, the more you realize you know nothing. The more I know, the less I can understand...

Things that I've achieved so far aren't things I wanted to and things that I wanted to never seems to fall in the right places. It is ironic. It is so ironic that I've even thought of doing the total opposite and wonder upon possibility for the outcome to turn out to be what I'm expecting it to be. I don't understand why....

It makes me feel tired to even look forward into achieving something I've planned to because of the umpteen times of finding myself walking down another lane of total unfamiliarity. Yet, such ironic has its own charm to surprise me in the manner I least expect it to be. It is disappointing at times for not getting what you want but such lane of total unfamiliarity is fun and full of surprises as you'll never know where you'll ended up in. The ironic of life.

Life has a funny way of sneaking up on you and change the direction of your life.
.....

That was totally random. Like I've said earlier the more I know, the less I understand. I could never understand the charm of procrastination. Time to sign off and get back to my assignment, it's due in no time.

p.s. It feels good and weird at the same time after such a long break from blogging. Never want to know why....

Back

Back.

I have no idea why I stopped writing in the first place. So don't ask.

Neither do I have any idea what's this for now. I reckon probably because my brain is pretty much congested with too much bollocks where I could hardly think straight anymore. I believe the brain system works like a toilet bowl where you need to flush out some of the crap you have in your brain before it overflows and eventually kills you in two possible ways. Either you are asphyxiated by the malodorous environment or you are drowned in a pile of shits. That's why people HAVE to communicate regardless of how introverted they are. It is in our gene to share some of the craps we have. It is not because we love these people so much that we have to share everything we have, it is simply to avoid having a breakdown or a clogged-up toilet. There is simply a need to flush in order to survive. There is a need for me to flush...

Perhaps this is the reason why I’m back on expressing myself through writing. Alright, you can just say that I am using this blog to crap again which is true and I’m not denying it.

Heaps happened for the past few months. I was back to Malaysia. I was working there as an Event Executive. I stopped working and I came back to Adelaide to study. Currently doing my Double Masters in Business in which one is in International Business while the other is in Business Management. It seemed to be the best decision ever made at that point of time. For now, may be not so much. Thinking of cutting down one and just do Master in International Business instead of two. I don’t know. One or two? Two or one?

Well, that wasn’t the biggest concern. I would graduate with a master at least. What bothers me a lot lately is that why did I come back to Adelaide in the first place? It seemed to be the best decision just months ago but now I have doubts. I fear the decision I made was wrong. What if? I know it is stupid to ask “what if” but seriously, what if? Why not just be like anybody else? You graduate then you get a job and work from 9 to 5 on weekdays and spend your hard earned money on survival kits. But this..but that…

Sometimes life can be…can be…erm…arghh….

*Slap*Slap*

Perhaps that’s enough for tonight. I’ll just continue ‘talking’ to the bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon.

I still love PEOPLE

Not that I am lazy. Not that I am busy. Just that it's not easy to blog nowadays. It's not as if I have nothing to say, to tell, or to crap. It's simply because I don't feel the urge of doing so. The excitement of blogging disappeared. It's no longer 'fun' to put 'life' into words, posting it up onto a blog, and letting people know what you have been up to or what have you been eating for the past few days. Not that it's important anyway but just to clarify to some of you who are curious over my recent lackadaisical proclivity in blogging. And to one of the idiot who asked me this - NO! I'm not pregnant and I am certainly not taking maternity leave right now. >.<"

Well, since I have started crapping a little I might as well crap a little bit more. Life has been pretty much the same. I still smile every morning when I got up looking at the big fat ugly looking man in the mirror. Alright, I lied. Sometimes I got up in the afternoon but I still love myself. Narcissistic? Maybe, but that's the way to go in life I reckon. No one is gonna like you if you don't even like yourself. Nevertheless, don't be too self-absorbed either. Everything in moderation I guess. Even meat (why am I talking about eating meat?). At least that's what I believe in and the 'secret' to sugar, spice, and everything nice in life is definitely not Powerpuff Girls. It's LOVE. Regardless of how mean I am (all the times), I still love people. I don't hate you and I won't hate you. I may just love you less. No idea what I'm saying but I seriously gotta stop thinking too much for sure.....

And oh I cut my hair....short. Real short.

(pictures from Su Ann's Birthday Party)

Graduation

Gra-du-ate-D

I felt as if my whole entire life was for that 15 seconds on stage which I wasn't even allowed to pause and pose for a nice decent picture.

All pictures taken were ugly.

Mortar board makes people ugly.

I mean FUGLY! Not just any ordinary ugly but FUGLY.

Sigh~

But.... at least I'm free (for now)

Graduation Dinner

- Too Young To Die - Too Old To Live -

When is one too young? And when is one too old?

Young, in my opinion, is subjective. It's only a matter of perception. I've been told many times that I am old enough to be a father if I am lucky (or unlucky). I guess everyone gets that once in a while when they've reached a certain age. Not that I'm old but you know what I mean. Yet, often was I told the opposite as well that I'm still young where I can have so many opportunities to do not just what I need to do but what I want to do as well.

I don't find pride claiming to be young in front of those who are older than me (who are supposedly to be no-life) but neither do I feel ashamed to be old in front of those lollipop-suckers. It's just doesn't matter to me, at all. Say me old, say me young, say what you want. I guess what I'm trying to say is that people should not be bounded by such subjectivity. No one is ever too young or too old for anything.


In fact I am often flattered when people think that I am older than my actual age. Not that I love being OLD but it would be sad to see how people perceive my mentality to be chronologically misplaced in comparison to my age. Which in other word saying me to be immature. Though maturity is not always correlated to age, it is one of the key in determining how mature one person is. This is because maturity is, in my own dictionary, strongly influenced by the amount of exposure one has gone through and thus an older person would have gone through more as opposed to someone who is younger, thereotically. However, the existence of people at the age of 30 acting as if they are 18 are everywhere. That aside because I am not interested in gaining more enemies by telling people how immature some of them may be tonight.

However, one of the things that I wanna share tonight is that one appaling fact about growing up is when you finally realize how you have never been invincible all these while. Not talking about pretending to be Superman, Batman or whichever superhero of your generation when you were younger but you've come to realize how feeble you can be. Not only that I am impressed by how kiasu-ness amalgamated into me but the sudden surge of kiasi-ness growing within me like a tree is definitely an unpleasant thought. Despite my soon-to-be-vegetarian attempt (due to my kiasi-ness), there are a couple of other 'concerns' when you are older but I'll save that for some other time. This old man has done crapping for the night and will be glad to retreat to his deprived slumber once again. I'll have another phone interview tomorrow afternoon from Sydney, wish me luck... =) Nitez

Long since I've last uploaded any pics, here's one 'decent' picture to remind how OLD I am =P

Unemployed

It's been a month since the last time I regurgitated some craps over here. Expecting heaps of difference since I am now officially joining the unemployment line - coz technically I'm no longer a student - but things have been pretty much the same. Despite the fact that I no longer have to go for classes, everything stays the same except the expectation from others especially my dearly mother....

She called on the last day of my exam asking me whether have I got a job (as in a proper permanent job).......

...and I was like...WHAT?!

I was literally asphyxiated by such pressure. Knowing my mom, the next thing I could think of was to send thousands of my resume around the world hoping to get any sort of jobs just to spare myself from death penalty. And the next thing I remember was shaking hands with a couple of stupid looking fellows in a sales and marketing company. They looked as if they know everything but hell no. That aside to avoid people saying how mean I am and whatnot, so I went for the first interview then the second one which was on the same day (which according to them never happened before) and the next thing I know was that I got the job (which according to them never happened before again).

So I got my job in less than a week after my exam.

But guess what....on the first day of my job I quit! Hahahaha.......Everyone was shocked. Some friends were sending me messages congratulating me for getting a permanent job but I replied them that I've just quit. As if it was a prank from some bored to hell "wu liao" people.

Well, I have always thought that I am the type of person that will do almost anything - besides killing - for money. But the truth is I am not. Although the pay was not extremely good but it was no doubt decent but I would not do it because I wouldn't want to make a living out of "selling" humanitarian services which in a way is (in my own dictionary) a scam to get people's money for wrong purposes. Say I am weird...say I am stupid...but I think I made my mama proud of me. =P

In conclusion, I am jobless. Well, technically I am not jobless because I still have my hospitality job now to support my own living but I do need to get a "proper" job for sure. Talking about supporting my own life, damn I was definitely furious the other day when I called my mom. I have no idea why was it always her but yea it was her.....

It was the day before her new spa in OKR opened, so I gave her a call to congratulate her. But before I could even congratulate her, she started telling me how much money she have spent on this shop and told me to go back to Malaysia if I couldn't get a job there. She said, "don't stay there and expect me to send you any more money. You think your mother very rich ar...Stay there do what?" I was seriously pissed-off. I could feel that my ears were red and I definitely saw "asap" coming out above my head. I wasn't even going to ask for any money at all and heck don't talked as if you've sent me 10k per month. I have been working to pay my own bills, rental and whatnot. Sigh....mother~

But of coz I did not fight back. I just laughed and yea congratulate her and hung up. One thing I've learnt after all these years is to not fight back no matter what. It does no good to either one.......

Alrighty times up. Need to sleep for I need to get up early for work tomorrow. Will hopefully update soon coz I have heaps of craps congested in my brain now.

四处

真的有一段时间没有好好blog了，
但奇怪的是我竟然想透过我不熟的语言来表达。

。。。。。。

最近常常在想着未来将会转变成什么样，继续读书或开始工作呢？
如果要继续读书我又应该挑那科呢？
人老了当然不想在白费青春嘛（虽然青春也不见得有），
要拿master in psychology呢还是要拿bachelor in surgery?
忽然间很想当医生，
但讲就容易做就难，
想都不用想啦，
那来那么多钱呢？
干脆随随便便找份工吧。。。

但在这里找工也不容易，
他妈的澳洲人，
没在这呆两年就不可以申请PR ，
没PR有不可以申请工作（却因为他们'prefer'PR或Australian），
真是烦呵，
当然想在这呆多几年，赚些澳币吗。

要走，
不是因为不想留下，而是不能留下。。。
咳~回去马来西亚实在不知道怎么活下去，
顺其自然吧。

。。。。。。

不过每当深夜时我都想着世界是多么的大，
我不甘心就此把自己锁多几年，
好想现在就离开这里。

远行的目的？
张开wings of freedom ，
我想conquer the world 。。。
去感受世界每个角落，
巴黎的街道，不经意的浪漫，
尼泊尔的文化，真难以想象。
joei de vivre。。。

一个人静静的四处走走，应该挺不错的，
未来？
...is certain with uncertainty。

...dum loquimur, fugerit invida aetas. Carpe diem quam minimum credula postero...

my car eats more than me

Sunday: Korean BBQ at Great River on Gouger St.

Dinner was great! It was MEATY! Hahaha...well that's the whole point of going for Korean BBQ isn't it? All the meats. Chicken, pork, beef, pork, chicken and beef. Fiiuuhh~ Meat*

But somehow or another I had so little meat this time compared to the previous visit. I had like less than 5 pieces of beef and somewhere around 10 pieces of chicken. That's all and that's very little I must say. I think I had like 500 plates of them during my previous visit. Probably due to my soon-to-become-vegetarian syndrome.
After the dinner, I STILL had to feed all my fellow babies. Lactating is good, I know. Good for your health. BUT NOT IN THE PUBLIC!!! Behave...~


Peggy the lady and Alison the man. What a cute couple isn't it? Hohoho..


Alright, don't judge me by this picture. I was coerced into posing for another friend. Hahaha...Anyway it was supposed to be a dumb-blonde pic which I think I definitely deserve an award or something for that. =P

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Petrol RM2.70 per litre? That's like telling me not to go back! How can anyone survive with such a high petrol price? Walk more?

A: Hey, wanna go One U?

B: Yea..why not? I'll meet you there after 2 hours kay..

A: 2 hours? Hey I think I need 3 hours to walk from Bangsar to Damansara ler...

*fainted*

How la? Mak Oi~

Random Craps in Cafeteria

Okay. Update. People marah dah.

Hmmp....Up till now I still couldn't upload pictures from the Melbourne trip due to whatever reason or problem blogger.com is giving me. It could be due to my 'smartness' as well. You know people become 'slow' when they are 'old'. Recently I have very frequent dumb-blonde moments especially when it's at night. Like how werewolves turn, change, evolve, whatever that word is when it is full moon that-kind of thing. Mine would probably be that once it's night I'm DUMB. I couldn't even figure out how to insert another page into my previous document in Word. Dumb and Old. That's when you're 23. Maybe it's just me.

That aside, let's talk about donut! Yea, those round round sweet sweet thingy with a hole in the middle. That's donut. Krispy Kreme. Big Apple. Yum~

Was talking with Victor the other day and he brought up this new so-called philosophy. "Life is a donut".

It's round. What goes around, comes around, in a circle like the shape of a donut.


It's sweet. Life is generally sweet. Donut is general sweet, the glazed-one.

However, no matter how sweet it is, there's a hole in the middle. Empty. The sense of loneliness. Not a bad thing I reckon. It is the emptiness that neutralize the sweetness of life. Too sweet isn't good as well, I suppose.


I can totally understand the philosophy when we were discussing about it but after I've actually blogged about it, I seriously have no idea what I've just said. Like another totally new thing. Maybe my another dumb-blonde moment. Tsk tsk....


Anyway, will be graduating soon. Hoping to get a job here else I'll be back to Malaysia. Not that I don't want to go back but I just felt that I couldn't survive with a mere 2k ringgit a month. I might be starved to death which might be a good thing as well to lose some weight but 2k ringgit? I don't know....

I've actually asked my mom to hire me as her marketing director but of coz the evil-wicked her rejected me. Hahaha...And oh her new spa and beauty salon will be opening soon, somewhere in Old Klang Road I think. Anyone up for a spa call me (you see how filial I am to promote her business, I should be getting the job!). And of coz if there's any good opportunity in Malaysia that anyone of you came across just let me know k...

That's about it for now. Be right back.

05052008

*****

Age 23: Sleep around.

In a few years' time, you will be expected to enter a stable monogamous relationship with a view to forming a family unit. Your biological imperative this year, however, is to copulate with just about anyone, just about anywhere, just about anyhow. Rate mating partners below as you work your way through them. Keep the top-ranking partner's phone number: it may come in useful for age 27.

from the book, "Lose weight! Get Laid! Find God!"

Thank you to my lovely neighbours from unit 9 (Jon Sern, Grace and Peggy) for such a wonderful gift. And because of this amazing gift I am expected to copulate with 49 girls (49 pussy boxes for me to rank) and to experiment with 6 guys (6 penis boxes).

..and the bottle of Bacardi too..

*****

A big thank you to Mich, my lovely housemate. She has been giving me presents from 1st of May till the actual day of my Birthday. There were 5 in total if you wonder. I love all 5 of them (though they seems to be very random presents) especially the Tommy Hilfiger sailor bag.
Thank you so much~

0105 - A chocolate with a message: Happy Birthday month. Makes no sense, but its the 1st day of your birthday month anyway.

0205 - A holepuncher with a message: Good morning! 2nd present for the 2nd day of your birthday month. *Sorry! But you'll find this useful. See ya =)

*of coz it's useful because she took mine!! hahahaha..thanks anyway =P*

0305 - A guardian angel (with my fav color-Green) with a message: Angels can fly because they take themselves lightly. Here's a guardian angel to watch over you.

0405 - A lovely card with collections of pictures. *appreciate it heaps*

0505 - The Tommy Hilfiger sailor bag that I wanted to get. *love it =)*

Thanks again~

..and for the bottle of Wolf Blass Gold Label, Jacob Creek's Pinot Noir Chardonnay, and the Shiraz Rose..

*****

Next is to thank Victor for the party (of coz not to forget Michele, Jon Sern, Peggy, and Grace's help as well) for the superb tasty sambal ikan bilis, chicken curry, chocolate fondue, and the lovely white chocolate cheese cake!!! And of coz for treating me like a king during his entire stay here in Adelaide and not to forget the gorgeous earring from Calvin Klein. Love it*

Not to forget breakfast when I got up, dinner after my classes, that kind of thing..bahagianya~

One thing that I must thank him as well is for his help in getting me a Gucci wallet and a Prada bag from Italy. Else I wouldn't be able to get it for myself as my own birthday present. You simply gotta pamper yourself once in a while =).

..and for the bottle of Martini too..

*****

Thank you to Jonathan and Lydia for the lovely cheese cake surprise party!!! It was so nice of you to celebrate my birthday before you go back to Malaysia. So thoughtful of you and hope that you enjoyed our hospitality (though we seems to be neglecting you for most of the time) hahaha...Do come back and find us*

Thank you to Norman and DaoYong for the wines and that special dish of tofu. Though it didn't look yummy (I know I am mean) but it shows your sincerity for sure. Thank you.

Thank you to livegroup people, specifically Wing Sun, Don Chan, Dan Vuong, Grace Gan, Grace Foo, John Cheah, for the gorgeous lunch in Alma today. It was delightful.

**The end of my Thank you note**

Such a cheapo!! Trying to save money from sending Thank you cards!! Haha..

* Melbourne Trip was fun!!! I'll try to upload some of the pics asap since blogger.com is giving me troubles uploading pictures right now *

Certainly.Certain.

Life is certain about uncertainties. It is a rule that people live with. You don't question about it and you definitely shouldn't be thinking about it. Thinking is not a bad thing though but it is not a good thing either. That is one of the reason why people always say that "傻人有傻福". Simply because 'they' think lesser than the average population in the world. And for that, they're saturated with bliss and simply happier. I'm not saying that they don't use their brain. Mind you...but they use it LESS~

Perhaps, I shouldn't be thinking too much either. But the sense of insecurity sips in when I don't. I can't walk when I can't see the road ahead of me. The noir ambience and the fear in the air is terrifying. It shakes the ground and it shrinks your guts, to decide. Do I continue walking or do I stop?

Uncertainties...

Some people try hypnotizing themselves with that. Everyone is facing the same dilemma. That's the rule of the game. You just gotta move one like everyone else. But...

..I fear

..fear of the possibly consequences

..the uncertainties

Fuck you!!! Buckle up your seat belt and prepare for the ride!! The roller coaster has just started to operate. Clear your throat and shout hysterically like a mad cow. That's life..

If you die of heart attack, then too bad la. Life is short, make it fun.
Carpe diem*

p.s. Don't shout as if someone's milking you. Please....

p.p.s One thing before I go [to work - sigh], my old number, 012-3752439 is no longer in use. I forgot to reload. Hence, those who said that I didn't reply your smses, I'm so sorry. I just noticed that a few days back. So, sms to my current number +61433518215. If you're broke and you've something REALLY important to tell me, gimme a sms telling me to call you back and I will =). Cheers~

Brisbane & Amputation

Staring. Still staring. WTH? Have been staring my lappie for almost an hour now but but..it's still blank. The screen is blank. My brain is blank. It's just a simple assessment of 500 words. I could have regurgitated bollocks within minutes yet I'm being usual, the usual procrastinator. Habitual it is.

Must be the lack of pressure. I can only do it an hour before the submission time I reckon. Sigh~

Might as well stop thinking about it and upload some pictures. Here you go: Visit from Miss Brisbane*

When you can no longer afford going to gym...

Tsk tsk~ Go get a room!! lolx

Retarded Me

What can I say?

"O-range"

:: Caroline Cheong Mei Ling ::

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Have you had a weird dream? Me, always.

Last night, I dreamt about me having some infections on both my arms. I still remember the scientific name given by the doctor to me. It was spinocellulardegenerosispalsy. I wonder it even exists. Anyway, it was so bad that I had to amputate both my arms. It wasn't painful nor did I struggle living without two arms. In fact, I was actually happy and proud of my ABILITY to live without arms such as driving with my legs and at the same time having one leg holding my phone while driving. It was like a fairy tale but me having no arms.

But soon I realized I couldn't eat while I walk - I couldn't walk with only one leg while another one feeding myself. I tried jumping - with one leg - while feeding myself with another. Terrible idea. Eating foot instead of food. Salty but yucky~ It was then that I got frustrated. Only when I couldn't eat while I walk.

What a pig I am...

13/3/08 - DY's B'day

:: The Strand ::

DY's Birthday - Glenelg
:: Bracegirdle ::
My Fav Belgian Choc Place

:: Happy Birthday DY ::

Hahndorf

我却因此而变得空虚。。

也许别人不知道。。

朋友对我来说就像生命当中的花花草草,
带给我生命中的色彩，
就像彩虹的存在。。

朋友虽然重要。。

但家人对我来说就像我的手手脚脚一样，
就像我身体的每一个部分，

道理很简单。。
朋友可以选，
但家人是不到你来决定，
好坏也还是你的最亲，
所以从小就有个想法，
我也许跟你是不close但我一定会帮你，
却因为你是我的family。。

所以少了任何一个我都会觉得矛盾，
就像失去了我自己一样，
咳~
感觉好不舒服喔。。

再见了我亲爱的舅舅~

This is meant to be typed in Chinese. Inspired by the death of my uncle. Sometimes death can makes you think and reflect on yourself more than a mirror of wisdoms. It does not sees through you but it gives you the courage to penetrate through the walls and think, seriously, for the first time.

Forgive me for the nascent of my Chinese-writing ability. It's not perfect for I'm still a standard one student when it comes to Chinese.

LSOT

anamneses. retrievable. past.

vision. unpredictable. future.

where am I?

Lost

what a world to be lost in....

but..

aren't you lost as well?

I see Red. I see Red Rat.

Red Rat is like everywhere in blogspheres. Everyone seems to be wishing their readers ‘Happy Chinese New Year’ and 'Gong Xi Fa Chai' putting their best efforts in decorating their blogs with red color, and blessings that I could never write in Chinese - like how they’ve decorated their houses as well.

I wish I could say ‘Happy Chinese New Year’ too but I couldn’t. Well, simply because it is not ‘happy’. Like what I told John, “Just say Gong Xi Fa Chai. That way, at least we can get rid of the [depressing] ‘happy’ word”.

Besides having to receive the one and only ‘ang pao’ from my boss, Chinese New Year has been pretty much ‘normal’ or perhaps you can use the word ‘dull’ if you want to. Work was and is all I have. Unlike last year, it was cherry blossom like; it was filled and saturated with the in-love feeling. This year, however, is totally different like a complicated concoction of constipated negative thoughts.


What a difference a year makes.

Where’s the Red? I wonder…


The attempt of anesthetizing myself with work was obviously to no prevail. Blame the Red. The perplexing myth of the Red I suppose. It is during this period of time that majority of Chinese relive the joy and youthfulness lost throughout the year before. It is like living in an alternate universe that is different and yet familiar at the same time. It is still the same house but it was no longer the house that you sit there worrying about the monthly expenses, it is now the house that you sit there worrying how you’ll get too fat from all the non-stop gobbling competitions and lack of exercises except for swimming on the table with a few mahjong mates. But….

….my spaceship broke down and thus I’m still living in the same universe, worrying about my monthly expenses (and well maybe a tad on my weight as well).

Dull but I ain’t unhappy because of that. I’m unhappy with my work. A long story that I reckon no one would bother knowing it anyway since everyone is busy with the cookies and Blackjack. In fact, I might have escaped from a horrifying interrogation from my beloved family members especially at this no-longer-that-young age.

Auntie A: So where’s your girlfriend?
Me: Erm….I don’t have one.
Auntie B: Fool me not, my dear. How could you not have one?
Auntie C: Maybe he is gay. Where’s your boyfriend then? Don’t be shy..
Me: I don’t either. Coz I’ve got no time for any relationship. I’ve gotta study and work and..erm…yea study and work…
Auntie A: Oh~
Auntie B: Are you sexually impotent then?? Let me check it for you..lolx
*wicked giggles echoing throughout the whole house*
Auntie C: I think he is both!!!

>.<"

Seriously, that is so like my kaki-nang. It’s in our genes to be absurd and zany.

Well, before I end I shall officially wish everyone here Gong Xi Fa Chai and for those that are married and happened to be reading this I don’t really mind receiving any ‘ang pao’ through pos laju. Tah~

Pandan Chicken You Bitch

It’s Thursday night and I was working all alone tonight. Not that the whole restaurant was empty except the lonely soul me, there were people [definitely] working in the kitchen but it was me the only waiter. Bored. To the max I should say. There were like less than 20 tables tonight. Sigh~

It was at such time that those pains-in-the-asses could bring a tad of ‘happiness’ in an unforeseen way. Their stupid unreasonable complaints with that foolish ‘as if’ imperious looks propelled the time faster. It’s time to pack, again. A different perspective of happiness, I suppose…

Thank you to the Pandan-Chicken Bitch tonight.

“Excuse me, I have a problem here. You see, the chicken is uncooked. There’s still blood in the middle! Do you expect me to eat that?! It’s gross,” she said irritably.

“Sorry about that. I’ll take care of it for you. I’ll get the kitchen to prepare another plate for you,” I said.

“You better be,” she replied with that ‘as if she is Paris Hilton and I’m a slave’ tone.

Surprisingly, I did not curse at all. Not even in my heart. For I thought if the situations was to be reversed, I would be that bitchy as well especially with menopause coming along at her age. Blame the hormonal changes I would.

“Here you go a new plate of Pandan Chicken. I’m really sorry about the previous one. Hope you’ll enjoy it,” I said after putting the new dish in front of her. Yet, she still maintains that crumpled look. It’s either she was a bulldog at her past life or she had constipation problem for her entire life.

After a while…

“Get my account please…”

“The total is…” (before I can finish my sentence..)

“I’m not gonna pay for that Pandan-Chicken. It was so gross. Yuck. It made my appetite from bad to worse. In fact, I don’t think I should be paying for any of these. How could you possibly served such disgusting food to your customers?”

“I’m sorry for the first plate of Pandan-Chicken. But I reckon the second plate was a pleasant one, else you wouldn’t have eaten all. If you insist on not paying for that it will do no good to both parties anyway. Why don’t we put it this way, the glass of wine that you had will be on the house to express our apology while you will still pay for the Pandan-Chicken? A fair deal I reckon.”

“What?! This is no market! That was the worst Padan-Chicken I’ve ever had and you’re expecting me to pay for that?!?

The table nearby must have heard our conversations. It was a young couple. The guy suddenly said, “mmmmm~ This is the best Pandan-Chicken ever!! We should come here more often. Don’t you think so, princess?” It was loud. He must be pissed off by that bitch as well. Glad I was not alone. Thank you, prince and princess.

That bitch was embarrassed if not she must have touch up her makeup with tons of blusher. She was all red. Happy I was. She paid full, said nada, and waggled her big ass off.

I wonder if arrogance a form of uncleanliness too for, “nothing that comes into someone from the outside can make that person unclean, it is the things that come out of someone that make a person unclean.”

What a night…

Equilibrium

Another soul left the land down under...

My dear housemate, Michele, is on her way to New Zealand now. For a month. I'll have one less soul to kacau and play with. Sigh~ Or perhaps it can be a good news as well. Nyek nyek nyek...

LOLx

Nah, ain't planning to get wild and bring 'people' back for you-know-what. Simply because I'm a GOOD person. Not saying those people who bring 'people' back for you-know-what are bad but it's just simply not my style of doing thing. Haha..my style? Heck know what. Anyway my cousin is staying with me for three months. In my room. Not beside me for sure if not I would have been di-kemek-kan (is there such word?) and bruised all over my bod for he likes to roll over like a vibratory roller complanating tar on the road and pinch people when he sleeps. So the idea of getting wild could spark not especially with his innocent look walking around in my room. Behave I must and be a good cousin brother, as a role model I suppose [not].

And of coz, all the best Mich and enjoy your holidays. I forgot to wish her because of my babi-possessed-moment this morning (was sleeping). Have a safe journey~

What about work? Good....question.

I'm so SICK of working!!!!!!!! Not the money though. Money is my only motivation. Lovely motivation I reckon especially with my next goal of getting myself a Goyard wallet. I need to serve with a [fake] smile. For the tips Haha..

Actually it is a sad thing when you realize that your life is nothing but work. This week for instance, I have to work from Mon till Sun. Isn't that pathetic. I've no idea what to answer when people ask, "hey, how's your life?". Am I suppose to answer, "well, work is good. Boss is good. Pay sucks." That isn't life! To me, that's an imbalance when some[thing/people] dominates a humongous part of your life. It's like what I'm experiencing right now where my life has actually becomes my working-life. Pathetic. That's the reason why I insist of having at least a day off each week to reach the equilibrium of life. Sigh~ Isn't it good if money grows [only] on my tree.

Enough crap for the time being. I need to....work. Sob~~

Beaupainful

Sunset at Glenelg. Beautiful and painful.

Beautiful...

Alexis

My cousin, Han & I

Painful?

Fire hydrant, bruised crotch. Nearly. It was only 2 cm away from little Melvin. I guess being short isn't too bad after all. At least I didn't hit THE genital. I was too busy talking with Alexis that I didn't notice the fire hydrant in front of me and the next thing I said was OUCH*. So 'me-maisehkan' (memalukan)! The pain was so unbearable but macho macho me had to pretend that it was just like bumping onto a balloon, especially when there were two little girls walking at my back giggling while telling their dad how stupid I was. I-ta-i~