If you're male, over the years you'll have experienced exactly how different woman are than you. It's not just that they have different genitals, or boobs (some men have those too, GROSS!), they THINK differently too.
You have to be careful as to what you say to a woman. She may take it in a way completely different to how you mean, in ways you have not even dreamed of! And, as many experienced men know, hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.
With that in mind, here are some things that you do NOT say to or near a woman.
* Hey you! (YOU or KAU is offensive. It should be her name, or Miss. Anything else means you are pure evil or an idiot).
* Excuse me, Miss? No not you, the fat one. OUchhh!!!!
* Hey! Those new pants TOTALLY cover your front butt!
* Do you really wannna wear that? And show off your arms/ legs/???
* Nice perm! I had one of those in the 80's when I was going through my Bon
Jovi phase!
* Son, if you eat your vegetables, you'll be able to grow a cool mustache just
like yo mama.
* Yea, you look pretty good for your age.
* Takes a lot of guts for a lady like you to wear THAT.
* That's your MOM? I thought it was your sister!
* I see your point, but THIS cream takes care of cellulite too!
* You need a cream for your stretch marks...
* Your boobs/jugs/knockers/tits/ aren't as perky now...why ah???
* Hey! Did you know that when you laugh your second chin overlaps your third?
* I appreciate your trying to look sexy, but when you wear a G-String it looks
like it is begging for mercy...or.... "G- string?? I don't see it. Where lah???
* Hold your own damned purse, OK?
* We have a lot of bills, do you really think you need another pair of shoes?
* You're pregnant? Six months? Really? I couldn't tell!
* Is that a gray hair?
* I think the dryer is running hot, cuz all your clothes seem to be shrinking
lately.
* Pi lah pakai bedak sikit. You look so pucatlah.
* My money is my money ok????? Guys, what happened to "sharing is caring'???
* What anniversary? What birthday?? Do you really want a present for your bday?
Guys......we are girls....We love presents....
* You know, women with fat ankles shouldn't wear high heels.(yup, my hubby told
me that once or twice)
* Oh, by the way, my ex girlfriend is coming over for dinner tonight.
* You know, my ex- girlfriend used to love it when I.........
* Calls you an "unfit" anything.....
* Do you really have to listen to that song over and over again??? Peninglah!!!
* You're sure you wanna cook dinner?? Really?? But you haven't cooked since
1996!!!
And the number one thing you should never say to a woman is.....
* No.
I hope my knowledge and experience has helped you today, and may the wrath you incur from women be slight and infrequent.
Farewell Yet Again
Im sad today.
A dear friend, a dear colleague has just told me that she's leaving the company. I was taken aback. Why? Simply because I adore her. She has been like a big sister to me. When I first came in to work, I have always thought that she would hate my chutzpah!!!! I'm loud, noisy...i was very sure that she would hate every moral fibre I have in me!!!
..... and I do have a temper. Besides, she looked like this miss goody-two-shoes! No way in hell she can "gel" with me. Boy....I was wrong. I was already judging her even before I got to know her. Surprise..Suprise… We clicked right away. Strange as it may seem, I actually enjoy her company. She can be exasperating at times, hey...nobody's perfect, right? I know I’m not.
I guess after 4 years, people tend to take her presence for granted. I'm sad to observe my friend being kicked around like a fooking football, and always being pushed to a corner. Yes..that much I have observed.
I know that I am not in her shoes, but I try to listen to her gripe or complaints. But there is so much I can do…and being where I am, I can’t say much!
Anyhoo, I wish her well. I pray that she would obtain a great job and finally make a career out of it.. But I am happy that she has finally found her inner peace.
Farewell my friend.
A dear friend, a dear colleague has just told me that she's leaving the company. I was taken aback. Why? Simply because I adore her. She has been like a big sister to me. When I first came in to work, I have always thought that she would hate my chutzpah!!!! I'm loud, noisy...i was very sure that she would hate every moral fibre I have in me!!!
..... and I do have a temper. Besides, she looked like this miss goody-two-shoes! No way in hell she can "gel" with me. Boy....I was wrong. I was already judging her even before I got to know her. Surprise..Suprise… We clicked right away. Strange as it may seem, I actually enjoy her company. She can be exasperating at times, hey...nobody's perfect, right? I know I’m not.
I guess after 4 years, people tend to take her presence for granted. I'm sad to observe my friend being kicked around like a fooking football, and always being pushed to a corner. Yes..that much I have observed.
I know that I am not in her shoes, but I try to listen to her gripe or complaints. But there is so much I can do…and being where I am, I can’t say much!
Anyhoo, I wish her well. I pray that she would obtain a great job and finally make a career out of it.. But I am happy that she has finally found her inner peace.
Farewell my friend.
Story of Me
Well, When you go
Don't ever think I'll make you try to stay
And maybe when you get back
I'll be off to find another way
And after all this time that you still owe
You're still the good-for-nothing I don't know
So take your gloves and get out
Better get out
While you can
When you go
Would you even turn to say
"I don't love you
Like I loved you....yesterday.........
Sometimes I cry so hard from pleading
So sick and tired of all the needless beating
But baby when they knock you
Down and out
It's where you oughta stay
And after all the blood that you still owe
Another dollar's just another blow
So fix your eyes and get up
Better get up
While you can
When you go
Would you even turn to say
"I don't love you
Like I loved you..yesterday
My Immortal......
I'm so tired of being here, suppressed by all my childish fears
And if you have to leave, I wish that you would just leave
Your presence still lingers here and it won't leave me alone
These wounds won't seem to heal, this pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase
When you cried, I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream, I'd fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have all of me
You used to captivate me by your resonating light
Now, I'm bound by the life you left behind
Your face it haunts my once pleasant dreams
Your voice it chased away all the sanity in me
These wounds won't seem to heal, this pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase
When you cried, I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream, I'd fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have all of me
I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone
But though you're still with me, I've been alone all along
When you cried, I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream, I'd fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have all of me, me, me
Beautiful Love Story
Here is an amazing love story . Read on..!
He met her on a party. She was so outstanding, many guys chasing after her, while he so normal, nobody paid attention to him. At the end of the party, he invited her to have coffee with him, she was surprised, but due to being polite, she promised. They sat in a nice coffee shop, he was too nervous to say anything, she felt uncomfortable, she thought, please, let me go home.... suddenly he asked the waiter.
"Would you please give me some salt? I'd like to put it in my coffee." Everybody stared at him, so strange! His face turned red, but still, he put the salt in his coffee and drank it. She asked him curiously; why you have this hobby? He replied: "when I was a little boy, I was living near the sea, I like playing in the sea, I could feel the taste of the sea, just like the taste of the salty coffee. Now every time I have the salty coffee, I always think of my childhood, think of my hometown, I miss my hometown so much, I miss my parents who are still living there". While saying that tears filled his eyes. She was deeply touched.That's his true feeling, from the bottom of his heart. A man who can tell out his homesickness, he must be a man who loves home, cares about home, has responsibility of home. Then she also started to speak, spoke about her faraway hometown, her childhood, her family. That was a really nice talk, also a beautiful beginning of their story. They continued to date. She found that actually he was a man who meets all her demands; he had tolerance, was kind hearted, warm, careful. He was such a good person but she almost missed him! Thanks to his salty coffee! Then the story was just like every beautiful love story , the princess married to the prince, then they were living the happy life... And, every time she made coffee for him, she put some salt in the coffee e, as she knew that's the way he liked it. After 40 years, he passed away, left her a letter which said: "My dearest, please forgive me, forgive my whole life lie. This was the only lie I said to you---the salty coffee. Remember the first time we dated? I was so nervous at that time, actually I wanted some sugar, but I said salt It was hard for me to change so I just went ahead.I never thought that could be the start of our communication! I tried to tell you the truth many times in my life, but I was too afraid to do that, as I have promised not to lie to you for anything.. Now I'm dying, I afraid of nothing so I tell you the truth: I don't like the salty coffee, what a strange bad taste.. But I have had the salty coffee for my whole life! Since I knew you, I never feel sorry for anything I do for you. Having you with me is my biggest happiness for my whole life. If I can live for the second time, still want to know you and have you for my whole life,even though I have to drink the salty coffee again". Her tears made the letter totally wet.Someday, someone asked her: what's the taste of salty coffee?It's sweet. She replied......
"Love is not to forget but to forgive, Not to see but to understand, Not to hear but to listen, Not to let go but to HOLD ON !!!!
"Don't ever leave the one you love for the one you like, because the one you like will leave you for the one they love."
For a woman like me......,
Find a guy, who calls you beautiful instead of hot.
Who calls you back when you hang up on him.
Who will stay awake just to watch you sleep.
Who holds your hand in front of his friends.
Wait for the one who is constantly reminding you of how much he cares about you and how lucky he is to have you.
Wait for the one who turns to his friends and says," That's her..!!!!!
I Am Me.....
My Mind, Body, Spirit Are Strong. I Take Time Each Day To Rejuvenate And Recharge. I Draw From A Deep Well Of Peace And Calm. I Breathe In Strength And Release My Fears. I Go After My Heart's Deep Desire. I Can Accomplish Anything. All Of My Dreams Are Coming True. I Focus On My Goals And Have The Strength To Make It Happen. I Choose To Be Unstoppable. I Am Strong. I Act In Spite Of My Fears. I am Bigger Than My Concerns And MY Worries. I Go For It With Gusto. I Can Do Anything I Put My Mind To. Each Day I Am Getting Stronger. I Take Great Care Of Myself. The Strength Of Others Inspires Me Daily. I Trust My Intuition And Live My Courageous Life.
Broken
Life is full of lots of ups and downs
But the distance feels further
When it's headed for the ground
And there's nothing more painful
Then to let your feelings take you down
It's so hard to know
The way you feel inside
When there's many thoughts
And feelings that you hide
But you might feel better
If you let me walk with you
By your side
And when you need
A shoulder to cry on
When you need
A friend to rely on
When the whole world is gone
You won't be alone
Coz I'll be there
I'll be your shoulder to cry on
I'll be there
I'll be your friend to rely on
When the whole world is gone
You won't be alone cause I'll be there
All of the times
When everything is wrong
And your feeling like
There's no use going on
You can't give it up
Ill help you work it out
And carry on.........
Side by side
With you till the end
I'll always be the one to firmly hold your hand
No matter what is said or done
Our love will always continue on
Everyone needs a shoulder to cry on
Everyone needs a friend to rely on
When the whole world is gone, you won't be alone
cause I'll be there
I'll be your shoulder to cry on
I'll be there
I'll be the one to rely on
When the whole world is gone, you won't be alone
Cause I'll be there
And when the whole world is gone
You'll always have my shoulder to cry on...........
sO nEaR n yET sO fAr............
"Here Without You"
A hundred days have made me older
Since the last time that I saw your pretty face
A thousand lies have made me colder
And I don't think I can look at this the same
But all the miles that separate
Disappear now when I'm dreaming of your face
I'm here without you baby
But you're still on my lonely mind
I think about you baby
And I dream about you all the time
I'm here without you baby
But you're still with me in my dreams
And tonight it's only you and me
The miles just keep rollin'
As the people leave their way to say hello
I've heard this life is overrated
But I hope that it gets better as we go
I'm here without you baby
But you're still on my lonely mind
I think about you baby
And I dream about you all the time
I'm here without you baby
But you're still with me in my dreams
And tonight girl its only you and me
Everything I know, and anywhere I go
It gets hard but it wont take away my love
And when the last one falls
When it's all said and done
It gets hard but it wont take away my love
I'm here without you baby
But you're still on my lonely mind
I think about you baby
And I dream about you all the time
I'm here without you baby
But you're still with me in my dreams
And tonight its only you and me
A hundred days have made me older
Since the last time that I saw your pretty face
A thousand lies have made me colder
And I don't think I can look at this the same
But all the miles that separate
Disappear now when I'm dreaming of your face
I'm here without you baby
But you're still on my lonely mind
I think about you baby
And I dream about you all the time
I'm here without you baby
But you're still with me in my dreams
And tonight it's only you and me
The miles just keep rollin'
As the people leave their way to say hello
I've heard this life is overrated
But I hope that it gets better as we go
I'm here without you baby
But you're still on my lonely mind
I think about you baby
And I dream about you all the time
I'm here without you baby
But you're still with me in my dreams
And tonight girl its only you and me
Everything I know, and anywhere I go
It gets hard but it wont take away my love
And when the last one falls
When it's all said and done
It gets hard but it wont take away my love
I'm here without you baby
But you're still on my lonely mind
I think about you baby
And I dream about you all the time
I'm here without you baby
But you're still with me in my dreams
And tonight its only you and me
Miss You Much
Don't know why I'm surviving every lonely day
When there's got to be no chance for me
My life would end and it doesn't matter how I cry
My tears of love are a waste of time
If I turn away am I strong enough to see it through
Go crazy is what I will do
* If I can't have you, I don't want nobody baby
If I can't have you ah ah, I can't have you
I don't want nobody baby, if I can't have you
Can't let go and it doesn't matter how I try
I gave it all so easily to you my love
To dreams that never will come true
Am I strong enough to see it through
Go crazy is what I will do
Higher
When I'm dreaming I'm guided to another world
Time and time again
At sunrise I fight to stay asleep
Cause I dont want to leave the comfort of this place
Cause theres a hunger, longing to escape
From the life I live when Im awake
So lets go there
Lets make our escape
Come on; lets go there
Lets ask...
Can we stay?
Chorus
Can you take me higher?
To the place where blind men see
Can you take me higher?
To the place with golden streets
Although I would like our world to change
It helps me to appreciate
Those nights and those dreams
But my friend Id sacrifice all those nights
If I could make the earth and my dreams the same
The only difference is
To let love replace all our hate
So lets go there
Lets make our escape
Come on
Lets go there lets ask can we stay
Lets go there
Lets go there
Lets go there
Lets ask can we stay
Up high I feel like Im alive for the very first time
Sat up high Im strong enough to take these dreams
And make them mine
Time and time again
At sunrise I fight to stay asleep
Cause I dont want to leave the comfort of this place
Cause theres a hunger, longing to escape
From the life I live when Im awake
So lets go there
Lets make our escape
Come on; lets go there
Lets ask...
Can we stay?
Chorus
Can you take me higher?
To the place where blind men see
Can you take me higher?
To the place with golden streets
Although I would like our world to change
It helps me to appreciate
Those nights and those dreams
But my friend Id sacrifice all those nights
If I could make the earth and my dreams the same
The only difference is
To let love replace all our hate
So lets go there
Lets make our escape
Come on
Lets go there lets ask can we stay
Lets go there
Lets go there
Lets go there
Lets ask can we stay
Up high I feel like Im alive for the very first time
Sat up high Im strong enough to take these dreams
And make them mine
Worst Nightmare!!
I’ve just had my worst nightmare last Saturday. I had the kids home with me and were planning a shopping trip after Erin’s nap. I put Erin down for her nap at 11.30am and she woke up at around 2.00pm. I carried her to the living room and was watching her play with Ezane, with me sitting on the couch. She got up and suddenly she started shivering. I thought that she had “ terkencing” in her pam-pam and thought it was so cute of her. Suddenly she started having spasms and she suddenly turned blue. I quickly ran to her and checked if she had choked on something but the palms of her hand and feet were white and cold. I quickly called Halim who was already on the way to pick the children up. I told him to step on it coz Erin was already going into spasms. I managed to remain calm and put her into her cot and told Ezane to keep and eye on his sister as I went to change my clothes. Less that a minute after that, Ezane ran to me and said that Erin had already turned blue. I felt her forehead and she was burning up and fast. I called for an ambulance and told them what had happened and was told that they’re on the way. I packed her baby bag and took the lift down to the lobby. The paramedics arrived within 5 mins after the call and they brought her into the ambulance. The sirens blared and we were sent to the nearest hospital. She was wheeled into the emergency room and they put on the oxygen mask so that she could breathe. Her temperature was 39.5 and after thorough investigation, I was told that she had just suffered a “fit”. I was floored and just cried my eyes out. After she was stabilized, she was admitted to the ward.
I called Aida to inform her of what had happened and she was clearly trying to assure me that everything was going to be ok. At the ward, she was injected with pennicillin and PCM to bring her temperature down. Aida came to hand me some stuff for my stay, followed by mummy who rushed over as soon as she got the news. The baby had to be admitted for observation to see if .there’s any further infection of the brain and blood. But why is she having the fits?? I asked myself. She was perfectly fine when she came this morning. How could this happen?
Why didn’t I check her temperature before?
I started to blame myself. I felt hopeless that I couldn’t help my baby. I had to witness the doctors poking her tiny arms and feet to check for any visible blood vein. She was screaming in pain. I felt like the worst mother in the world. What’s wrong with my baby??? I couldn’t stop crying.
She was still burning up that night and she was restless. The doctors said that her throat were filled with lesions or ulcers and that had caused her body temperature to soar. Her tiny body was “overheated” causing her to have fits. I slept with her on the bed and lullabied her to sleep. She slept in my arms and I never once left her side. I didn’t sleep a wink that night. I was too scared to close my eyes. I was too scared for her.
She was feeling much better come Sunday and was up to her usual antiques when visitors started pouring in to see her. She was her usual “kerek” self and they were so relieved to watch her throw her milk bottle to the floor after she’s done feeding. Her body temperature had stabilized that Sunday but she had to be put under observation till Monday, and also to wait for her blood test results. I was relieved.
Was told Monday morning that she was going to be fine and that there’s no viral infection to the brain and blood.The doctor warned me about keeping a close watch on her progress this week as she's now prone to having another fit if she's sick. She will be discharged today. YESSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!
Kak Cik came with Poji to keep her company while I went to settle the hospital bills and to the hosp pharmacy and by 3pm, she was already back home with me, running around as if she had never been sick. Her arms and legs were blue black (from where they had pricked her!) Other than that, she’s doing fine and well. Even the security guards at home were ecstatic to see her, they even brought her jalan2 at the lobby to show her off. It was such a sweet scene that’ll I’ll never ever forget.
I'd like thank my family and friends who came to my rescue that day, and for visiting us at the hospital.
To Mama, Ingga, Liza, Brian, Kakak, Ezane, Abg, Pepe, Aida, Hussein, Khalis, Halim, Kak Siti, Abg. Amir and family, Thank you all soooooooooo much!!!! Love you guys!!!!
To Ezane, thank you for being so calm thoughout mummys' ordeal and for packing adik's bag that day. You're the most amazing 7 year old any mom could ever ask for, sweetie pie. You're truly a life saver. Mummy loves you very, very much. I'm very proud that you're mummy's son. My hero!!!
To my hubby, Shahril, Don't worry ok? Im here. Love u and miss you. Wish you were here!!!!
FYI: Had called my "boss" on Sunday to inform him what had happened to my daughter and to tell him that i won't be coming in for work on Monday. He said..
" Sure...sure..ok". But please don't forget that you've got to conduct the RBA training in Kluang on Wednesday n Thursday ok? Two words for him...FUCKING ASSHOLE!!!! Inconsiderate, pathetic, rigid,unfeeling son of a M***F***R!!!! Well, maybe 7, but who's counting anyway? I could go on and on and on...............and on............
I called Aida to inform her of what had happened and she was clearly trying to assure me that everything was going to be ok. At the ward, she was injected with pennicillin and PCM to bring her temperature down. Aida came to hand me some stuff for my stay, followed by mummy who rushed over as soon as she got the news. The baby had to be admitted for observation to see if .there’s any further infection of the brain and blood. But why is she having the fits?? I asked myself. She was perfectly fine when she came this morning. How could this happen?
Why didn’t I check her temperature before?
I started to blame myself. I felt hopeless that I couldn’t help my baby. I had to witness the doctors poking her tiny arms and feet to check for any visible blood vein. She was screaming in pain. I felt like the worst mother in the world. What’s wrong with my baby??? I couldn’t stop crying.
She was still burning up that night and she was restless. The doctors said that her throat were filled with lesions or ulcers and that had caused her body temperature to soar. Her tiny body was “overheated” causing her to have fits. I slept with her on the bed and lullabied her to sleep. She slept in my arms and I never once left her side. I didn’t sleep a wink that night. I was too scared to close my eyes. I was too scared for her.
She was feeling much better come Sunday and was up to her usual antiques when visitors started pouring in to see her. She was her usual “kerek” self and they were so relieved to watch her throw her milk bottle to the floor after she’s done feeding. Her body temperature had stabilized that Sunday but she had to be put under observation till Monday, and also to wait for her blood test results. I was relieved.
Was told Monday morning that she was going to be fine and that there’s no viral infection to the brain and blood.The doctor warned me about keeping a close watch on her progress this week as she's now prone to having another fit if she's sick. She will be discharged today. YESSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!
Kak Cik came with Poji to keep her company while I went to settle the hospital bills and to the hosp pharmacy and by 3pm, she was already back home with me, running around as if she had never been sick. Her arms and legs were blue black (from where they had pricked her!) Other than that, she’s doing fine and well. Even the security guards at home were ecstatic to see her, they even brought her jalan2 at the lobby to show her off. It was such a sweet scene that’ll I’ll never ever forget.
I'd like thank my family and friends who came to my rescue that day, and for visiting us at the hospital.
To Mama, Ingga, Liza, Brian, Kakak, Ezane, Abg, Pepe, Aida, Hussein, Khalis, Halim, Kak Siti, Abg. Amir and family, Thank you all soooooooooo much!!!! Love you guys!!!!
To Ezane, thank you for being so calm thoughout mummys' ordeal and for packing adik's bag that day. You're the most amazing 7 year old any mom could ever ask for, sweetie pie. You're truly a life saver. Mummy loves you very, very much. I'm very proud that you're mummy's son. My hero!!!
To my hubby, Shahril, Don't worry ok? Im here. Love u and miss you. Wish you were here!!!!
FYI: Had called my "boss" on Sunday to inform him what had happened to my daughter and to tell him that i won't be coming in for work on Monday. He said..
" Sure...sure..ok". But please don't forget that you've got to conduct the RBA training in Kluang on Wednesday n Thursday ok? Two words for him...FUCKING ASSHOLE!!!! Inconsiderate, pathetic, rigid,unfeeling son of a M***F***R!!!! Well, maybe 7, but who's counting anyway? I could go on and on and on...............and on............
Crestfallen
I believe that I’ve posted a post on this topic a few weeks back. But to hell with it. I just need to vent out this thing that’s been bugging the hell outta me.
This has not been a good week for me. Apart from screwing up the “prepping” of a business presentation, I’ve also had the exasperating pleasure to deal with several issues that had managed to make my entire week, an utter wretchedness!! From a venue not being probably booked (and pointing their fingers at u),a mechanic who's charging a bomb on my car, hubby's constant calls to me and bitching about his salary being paid late and only paid in half,not seeing my children in over a week, roadtrips......... YES, I would say that this entire week has gotten me all worked up. Some friends say that I’ve been on edge, going in a “talk- to –me- and-face-death” mode and jumpy.. I must say that they are not entirely at fault. I have been rather prickly and moody this week. I know that I’ve not been super friendly and super welcoming to the people around me. I didn't have a smile plastered across my face. And to tell the truth, I hate it. I detest being malicious to people. One friend even said that I’m being mega defensive and that everything he/ she said is being scrutinized (being put under a microscope was their exact words). I know this blog post may sound infantile to some but this is how I feel right now. I feel wretched, crestfallen, vile, worthless and despicable, a doleful glum. I have this volatile attribute that has brought out the beast in me and I hate it so much. I guess I don’t handle stress all too well. I’ve clearly miffed the people that matters most to me, I’ve been hurting my family, friends and my confidante. It is unwarranted that my friends had to bear the brusque of my morose self.
It is possible that I was infuriated about some issues and not recognizing it. My husband brought it up again last night on the phone, saying I was really short- fused, defensive, and a little to quick to snap angrily at him for certain things. This morning I feel the way he was saying I am...except worse.
While much of my mood is still bubbly, I am also feeling explosive. I have this gnawing feeling in my stomach that I might mistake for extreme hunger, if I hadn't encounter the mood state before. I'm not sure if others know what I mean. It's like when you are famished and inside you feel cranky and short, and about to begin raging on someone if you don't get some food...now!
However, I'm not hungry. I ate breakfast, lunch, dinner and afterwards still felt the feeling. Plus my shoulders feel tight, there is a sense of fretfulness...not being able to breathe properly, and an irritability and anger that is simmering and steaming into a rage.
I have tons of energy, my mood feels both hyper and angry. This is a very unnerving feeling. The worst part is I cannot understand why I feel this way, because I don't think I am mad at anything, or anyone! Or maybe I am????? Am i??
To the people who were snapped at, barked, scrutinized, yelled, rebuked before, abhorrently rude to,, I’M TRULY, HONESTLY, SINCERELY, EARNESTLY, GENUINELY, INDISPUTABLY and BEYOND DOUBT am SORRY for being such a BITCH.. Truly I am……. SORRY!!!!
This has not been a good week for me. Apart from screwing up the “prepping” of a business presentation, I’ve also had the exasperating pleasure to deal with several issues that had managed to make my entire week, an utter wretchedness!! From a venue not being probably booked (and pointing their fingers at u),a mechanic who's charging a bomb on my car, hubby's constant calls to me and bitching about his salary being paid late and only paid in half,not seeing my children in over a week, roadtrips......... YES, I would say that this entire week has gotten me all worked up. Some friends say that I’ve been on edge, going in a “talk- to –me- and-face-death” mode and jumpy.. I must say that they are not entirely at fault. I have been rather prickly and moody this week. I know that I’ve not been super friendly and super welcoming to the people around me. I didn't have a smile plastered across my face. And to tell the truth, I hate it. I detest being malicious to people. One friend even said that I’m being mega defensive and that everything he/ she said is being scrutinized (being put under a microscope was their exact words). I know this blog post may sound infantile to some but this is how I feel right now. I feel wretched, crestfallen, vile, worthless and despicable, a doleful glum. I have this volatile attribute that has brought out the beast in me and I hate it so much. I guess I don’t handle stress all too well. I’ve clearly miffed the people that matters most to me, I’ve been hurting my family, friends and my confidante. It is unwarranted that my friends had to bear the brusque of my morose self.
It is possible that I was infuriated about some issues and not recognizing it. My husband brought it up again last night on the phone, saying I was really short- fused, defensive, and a little to quick to snap angrily at him for certain things. This morning I feel the way he was saying I am...except worse.
While much of my mood is still bubbly, I am also feeling explosive. I have this gnawing feeling in my stomach that I might mistake for extreme hunger, if I hadn't encounter the mood state before. I'm not sure if others know what I mean. It's like when you are famished and inside you feel cranky and short, and about to begin raging on someone if you don't get some food...now!
However, I'm not hungry. I ate breakfast, lunch, dinner and afterwards still felt the feeling. Plus my shoulders feel tight, there is a sense of fretfulness...not being able to breathe properly, and an irritability and anger that is simmering and steaming into a rage.
I have tons of energy, my mood feels both hyper and angry. This is a very unnerving feeling. The worst part is I cannot understand why I feel this way, because I don't think I am mad at anything, or anyone! Or maybe I am????? Am i??
To the people who were snapped at, barked, scrutinized, yelled, rebuked before, abhorrently rude to,, I’M TRULY, HONESTLY, SINCERELY, EARNESTLY, GENUINELY, INDISPUTABLY and BEYOND DOUBT am SORRY for being such a BITCH.. Truly I am……. SORRY!!!!
Me, My Friends and I
Recent events have caused me to reflect on my own methods of living and dealing. There are no hidden messages here, just me sorting my thoughts out. If you are looking for transparent honesty... well, that’s me. I am blunt. I am polite but straight forward. I know no other way to be. On the other hand, I do my best not to stomp on others and will restrain my tongue to curtail any outspoken lashings. Everything in moderation i'd say.
I spent well over half my life trying to match the mold of what I believed would allow me to fit in where I so anxiously wanted to belong. Until a few months ago, this all changed. I learned self confidence. I nurtured real, reciprocated friendships, which I value a lot. I became VERY aware of many issues that kept me in the dark place where I once lived.
Today... I am not perfect, I have undeniable flaws, raw scabs and fading scars. Only true friends will point these out, only to love me more. This works both ways, you see!! Those who are important to me did not earn this "status" demonstrating their faultless personas, but by revealing their true character, blemishes and all. Friends who are genuine and has no hidden agendas. Got a lot of those bloody losers to. This points out the hideousness and how screwed up they really are. They've got a lot of issues, I will tell you that. What do I do now? Tell them to "scram and get the hell outta my life". But some tend to slowly, painfully manage to "claw" their way back in, to my utter disgust, I might add.
There is a saying, "I can count the number of friends in one hand." Well, too many quite honestly counting the number of friends in one hand, would really be a lot of friends; actually. And, yes I write about personal and leadership development; but I must say, True, True, True friends are truly hard to come by. And, yes I do have friends that I can not only count in one hand but in both of my hands and they are; good, good, real good friends; but, there is however; one special friend that truly stands out above all others. I will reserve the name of this "unique" individual for the moment as first; I would like to discuss the variables of what made this particular individual so special.
A friend is a teacher, but to teach one has to have a knowledge base that is equipped with a packed history of experiences. You see this special friend had the disposition of being one of the most street smart individuals I ever met.
You see this is how you make a friend…. by sharing your wisdom, by being strong willed, by standing firm during adversity, by being there to listen, by teaching what you know, being a team player, by serving others by knowing your voice instantaneously even after not hearing it for years, by saying he’ll never your side. This is just a small glimpse of my friend as there is so much more to be said about him, but will wait for further elaboration in my future postings.
We all have strong suits and weaknesses, likes and dislikes, challenges and triumphs, opinions and ignorances. This is what makes us unique, and in lieu of forgoing this, we cannot all fit together like a jigsaw. Mashing the “pieces” together will not change this, but will damage them instead.
Therefore, parts of me may not suit the likes of all people I come across. BUT I respect them for that and find that over time, feelings can change, building scenarios I couldn’t have conjured up with the help of 1000 monkeys. We evolve, our dimensions grow and ebb. Life hands us challenges. Mine in recent years has handed me some real assholes. Jerks. Pond Scum!!!!The friends who are tried and true were there, however other folks - friends from "other circles of influence" came out of the woodwork with amazing generosity. Their giving and caring presence of which truly and absolutely floored me.
Friends come and go..... but sometimes we find ourselves on different paths, perhaps paths contrary enough that it gets to be time to wish someone well and no longer be friends. Sometimes that takes a level of honesty and courage. Some never find the gumption to let go of a negative influencing friend. In true honesty, I would be crushed if I were to ever lose a friend I trust, love and respect. It's slim pickings out there-lah!
Last year I made many many new friends. Some here through my blog, some through my work, others recently through the oddest set of circumstances...ever......
.........and I mean ever.I love making new friends. I find that it challenges my ability to be open to new experiences. It also enriches my being...sometimes to the very core of my soul.
What do I learn most from my friends? They teach me that....
I am not always perfect. I too make mistakes. My friends allow me that gracious place to be human.
That each of us have something different to bring to the table.
I know that I could never be without them, that I treasure them.
That the ones I can laugh with, like laugh really really hard with? (some say like a hyena, but who the hell cares?) They are the best of all.
Likewise, I may not enjoy the whims of another. It is in my nature to avoid stating my distaste unless it is literally requested, like in your face!! I let people be. –If they are committing some illegal or otherwise wrong act that impacts myself or those I care about, I may be spurned to action, though rarely. I don’t mean that this affords me license to judge or preach, and I am always eager to hear the flip side of the story. Devil’s advocate is a hat I often wear, much to the dismay of some.
In arguments, I tend to maintain a rather objective perspective, unless caught up in the frenzy of the moment (an occasional poor habit, i apologize). My motto is “it is what it is” and if I don’t like it... well, I deal with it. I veer away if I can, or take a day to mull it over. Figure it out and move on. Period. I don't need them to weigh me down. NOT ANYMORE!!!!!!!
My point is, I don't let things get to me, and if they slither(some can be such a snake!) their way through my defenses then I sit on it for awhile. Time has this remarkable tendency of arousing my objectivity when it has been lost.
Analyzing a situation for what it is, not who has done/said what, also brings me greater clarity. Not to say that they should be discounted, but set aside emotions for a moment and see what is left. If the argument is carried on a wave of emotions, I often find that there really is no substance behind the it.
Flaws. I struggle to understand how others do not share this attitude. A true friend will love you for who you are, and not someone he/she hopes you may become. Someone that knows of your flaws, but neither ridicules or ignores them. A true friend will stick by you, no matter what!!! What is it that makes a true friend? Someone you can share both your joys and troubles with. Delighting in your triumphs, and comforting your sorrows…A true friend cares.
So, next time when I feel down about myself, I’ll take a good look at my accomplishments, big and small, and realize there's much to be proud of, both inside and out.
Halim 101
1.He's a terrible shopping partner. Hauled ass a mile away during our recent shopping trip to BluSh!!
2.He keeps me grounded. Nailed to the floor. I tend to overspend sometimes.
3.He drives too slow, when I'm in the car lah.
4.He's a Transformers wannabe.
5.He loves coffee, just like me.
6.I think he'a gay, altough he denies it.
7.He's always refering me as his a.k.a everything.
8.He complains all the time. About the weather, bitches that he doesnt have a girlfriend, his sucky laptop..etc..etc...etc..To sum it up, he's a TOTAL BITCH sometimes!
9.He's good with computers.
10.He's a loyal friend, though he doesn't show it, but actions speaks louder than words.
11.He's into weird music and shit(he listens to Apocalyptica!)
12.He's protective. It annoys me sometimes.
13.He's very good with kids. My kids adore him.
14.He's doesn't want a girlfriend. (Yeah rite, bro!)
15.He watches porn. He knows a whole lot on BDSM. (wikipaedia geek) EWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!
16.He talks hill billy with me (though it comes out all Jamaican)
17.He doesn't drink.
18.He smokes Sempoerna Menthol ( I call them ciggie for pussies!) He also smokes like one.
19.He hates the colour of my nail polish.
20.He bugs me all the time, especially when he's bored, hungry,or needs a chat.
21.He gives me sound, and helpful advice. Sometimes.
22.He's your typical MCP.
23.He gets upset when he sees me cry. He consoles me and then calls me a Baby! He's a pussy too!!!
24.He hates veggies. I hate him for that coz I like green.
25.He's got a nick for himself " Gaban". Konon.
26.He's into cars.
27.He's such a mama's boy.
28.He can't swim to save his BIG ASS.
29.He cries when I call him a loser. (Mama's Boy)
30.He would love to have a set of twins when he's married.
31.He believes in "deflowering' himself ONLY when he's married ( whether to a dude or a girl)
32.He needs to get laid...BAdly!
33.He has never seen a woman naked. He's 28. Poor Clueless Soul!!
34.He listens to my advice but complains, bitches about it later on.
35.He doesn't makes sense...at all.
36.He reads car magazines/ articles of sorts. He's much into reading, like me.
37.He thinks maintaining a car is easier than maintaining a girl.
38.He can't seem to shut the hell up when a topics catches his interest.
39.He sometimes talks in an American accent. Sounds horrible!!!
40.He knows he can NEVER win a fight with me. Yaah....heel boy..!!!
41.He likes to pick a fight with me, but ALWAYS ends up losing.
42.He's a sore loser. I win a card game, he grumbles and leave. Pussy!!
43.He hates that I call him a pussy,MCP.
44.He's slow. Walks like a sloth. A slug has more pace!!!
45.He slouches..he walks like Frankeinstein.
46.He's not morning person.
47.He hates clubbing.
48.He's a "self confessed" fridge. Yah....ok!
49.He doesn't mind me "sampling" his food.
50.He actually enjoys spending time with my kids, nephews. They climb all over him.
51.He "gels" well with my cousins. They actually like having him around.
52.He loves having MONEY but doesn't have any.
53.He enjoys "rock" songs and quotes that it's an "Orchestrated Chaos"
54. We share the same interests (well, almost) : Talking bout absolute rubbish ALL DAY LONG., P.Ramlee movies,
55.He does a comedic and hilariously funny impersonation of Hj. Bakhil. Cracks me up every time.
56.He got friends(whom i've never met) and calls themselves the 3 stooges, Bujang Lapok, or The 3 Musketeers. Yah....ok!!!!
57.He's also a neat freak like me. Calls himself "Monk".
58.Always provokes me into going ballistic fits with his constant..
- Sita, why wear that?
- Don't buy that. It's too expensive.
- Don't burp like that. It's gross
- Don't cut your hair like that
- Okaaayyy...please don't scream when i say.......
- Don't eat so fast..bla bla bla
- Don't scream like that..People looking at us lah...yada...yada...yada....
59.He's reads very fast. But nothing stays! Slugs have better absorption rate. He's no sponge!!!
60. He lets people bully him. and he doesn't fight back. Hates confrontations, he says. Pussy!!
61. Bitches about "hanging around with me too much, but calls "ME" every single day!!!!
To sum it up, although he's flawed n imperfect in SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO many ways, he's still a dear friend. He too has helped me a lot, especially after Shahril left.
61. He gossips like a girl...I mean PUSSY!!!
62. Hates when I start correcting his grammar.
63. Headstrung, stubborn.
64. Doesn't believe in us being "kindered spirits", but rather, "hindered".
65. Doesn't even own a freakin' rice cooker. GOD!!!
66. He's rude, obnoxious, and egoistic.
67. A pussy!!!
68. He's grossed out by "cicaks".
69. Hates being in the limelight, but never fails to create one for himself.
70. His jokes aren't funny.
71. He loves the beach.
72. He laughes like a hyena in heat.
73. He doesn't own a passport.
74. Thinks he's an alien liveform, coz he doesn't eat most things we HUMANS eat.
75. A "DIVA" when it comes to food. His food must be prepared in a certain way. "Oh, I want the garlic to be fried this way..bla..bla...bla..!! My Ass.
Havin meals can be very taxing with him.
76. Thinks that nobody is good enuff for him...or is it the other way around????
77. He hates that I watch "chick flicks".
78. Had been with a girl in the same freakin' room but didn't have sex. Big "L" there!!!
79. He'a an ass...............man!
80. Once kicked his housemate out, coz the poor sod often sleeps in front of the telly. Got an earful from me, i'll tell u that!!!
81. Has never spoken to his ex- housemate.
82. He's a Band Manager for someone we know!
83. Can't sing to save his life!
84. He's too trusting sometimes. People take advantage of him.
85. He knows when to shut-up when he sees me lose my temper.
86. Once walked from VADS to Kota Damansara coz he only had 60 cents in his pocket.
87. Laughs at his own jokes.
88. Too blind to know that they are people who cares about him.
89. Always say that the world is out to get him, but i think he's got a problem with the world. He just refuse to believe it.
90. VERY LOW SELF CONFIDENCE!!!
91. NO SELF ESTEEM.
92. Have this thing for cartoon network and The Discovery Channel. Doesn't watch the news he says. Too depressing!!!
93. Hates being labelled a fashion freak.
94. Endm
Yes,he may be flawed in many ways but here's the thing. I have always believed that everyone has flaws, we're imperfect people living in an imperfect world.
We have learnt to accept these "flaws" and just get in with our lives. You just can't try to change everyone. He may be an "annoyance" to you but maybe that's what makes them your friend. U just learn to accept. Period. But u can't NEVER change a PUSSY!!!!!
2.He keeps me grounded. Nailed to the floor. I tend to overspend sometimes.
3.He drives too slow, when I'm in the car lah.
4.He's a Transformers wannabe.
5.He loves coffee, just like me.
6.I think he'a gay, altough he denies it.
7.He's always refering me as his a.k.a everything.
8.He complains all the time. About the weather, bitches that he doesnt have a girlfriend, his sucky laptop..etc..etc...etc..To sum it up, he's a TOTAL BITCH sometimes!
9.He's good with computers.
10.He's a loyal friend, though he doesn't show it, but actions speaks louder than words.
11.He's into weird music and shit(he listens to Apocalyptica!)
12.He's protective. It annoys me sometimes.
13.He's very good with kids. My kids adore him.
14.He's doesn't want a girlfriend. (Yeah rite, bro!)
15.He watches porn. He knows a whole lot on BDSM. (wikipaedia geek) EWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!
16.He talks hill billy with me (though it comes out all Jamaican)
17.He doesn't drink.
18.He smokes Sempoerna Menthol ( I call them ciggie for pussies!) He also smokes like one.
19.He hates the colour of my nail polish.
20.He bugs me all the time, especially when he's bored, hungry,or needs a chat.
21.He gives me sound, and helpful advice. Sometimes.
22.He's your typical MCP.
23.He gets upset when he sees me cry. He consoles me and then calls me a Baby! He's a pussy too!!!
24.He hates veggies. I hate him for that coz I like green.
25.He's got a nick for himself " Gaban". Konon.
26.He's into cars.
27.He's such a mama's boy.
28.He can't swim to save his BIG ASS.
29.He cries when I call him a loser. (Mama's Boy)
30.He would love to have a set of twins when he's married.
31.He believes in "deflowering' himself ONLY when he's married ( whether to a dude or a girl)
32.He needs to get laid...BAdly!
33.He has never seen a woman naked. He's 28. Poor Clueless Soul!!
34.He listens to my advice but complains, bitches about it later on.
35.He doesn't makes sense...at all.
36.He reads car magazines/ articles of sorts. He's much into reading, like me.
37.He thinks maintaining a car is easier than maintaining a girl.
38.He can't seem to shut the hell up when a topics catches his interest.
39.He sometimes talks in an American accent. Sounds horrible!!!
40.He knows he can NEVER win a fight with me. Yaah....heel boy..!!!
41.He likes to pick a fight with me, but ALWAYS ends up losing.
42.He's a sore loser. I win a card game, he grumbles and leave. Pussy!!
43.He hates that I call him a pussy,MCP.
44.He's slow. Walks like a sloth. A slug has more pace!!!
45.He slouches..he walks like Frankeinstein.
46.He's not morning person.
47.He hates clubbing.
48.He's a "self confessed" fridge. Yah....ok!
49.He doesn't mind me "sampling" his food.
50.He actually enjoys spending time with my kids, nephews. They climb all over him.
51.He "gels" well with my cousins. They actually like having him around.
52.He loves having MONEY but doesn't have any.
53.He enjoys "rock" songs and quotes that it's an "Orchestrated Chaos"
54. We share the same interests (well, almost) : Talking bout absolute rubbish ALL DAY LONG., P.Ramlee movies,
55.He does a comedic and hilariously funny impersonation of Hj. Bakhil. Cracks me up every time.
56.He got friends(whom i've never met) and calls themselves the 3 stooges, Bujang Lapok, or The 3 Musketeers. Yah....ok!!!!
57.He's also a neat freak like me. Calls himself "Monk".
58.Always provokes me into going ballistic fits with his constant..
- Sita, why wear that?
- Don't buy that. It's too expensive.
- Don't burp like that. It's gross
- Don't cut your hair like that
- Okaaayyy...please don't scream when i say.......
- Don't eat so fast..bla bla bla
- Don't scream like that..People looking at us lah...yada...yada...yada....
59.He's reads very fast. But nothing stays! Slugs have better absorption rate. He's no sponge!!!
60. He lets people bully him. and he doesn't fight back. Hates confrontations, he says. Pussy!!
61. Bitches about "hanging around with me too much, but calls "ME" every single day!!!!
To sum it up, although he's flawed n imperfect in SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO many ways, he's still a dear friend. He too has helped me a lot, especially after Shahril left.
61. He gossips like a girl...I mean PUSSY!!!
62. Hates when I start correcting his grammar.
63. Headstrung, stubborn.
64. Doesn't believe in us being "kindered spirits", but rather, "hindered".
65. Doesn't even own a freakin' rice cooker. GOD!!!
66. He's rude, obnoxious, and egoistic.
67. A pussy!!!
68. He's grossed out by "cicaks".
69. Hates being in the limelight, but never fails to create one for himself.
70. His jokes aren't funny.
71. He loves the beach.
72. He laughes like a hyena in heat.
73. He doesn't own a passport.
74. Thinks he's an alien liveform, coz he doesn't eat most things we HUMANS eat.
75. A "DIVA" when it comes to food. His food must be prepared in a certain way. "Oh, I want the garlic to be fried this way..bla..bla...bla..!! My Ass.
Havin meals can be very taxing with him.
76. Thinks that nobody is good enuff for him...or is it the other way around????
77. He hates that I watch "chick flicks".
78. Had been with a girl in the same freakin' room but didn't have sex. Big "L" there!!!
79. He'a an ass...............man!
80. Once kicked his housemate out, coz the poor sod often sleeps in front of the telly. Got an earful from me, i'll tell u that!!!
81. Has never spoken to his ex- housemate.
82. He's a Band Manager for someone we know!
83. Can't sing to save his life!
84. He's too trusting sometimes. People take advantage of him.
85. He knows when to shut-up when he sees me lose my temper.
86. Once walked from VADS to Kota Damansara coz he only had 60 cents in his pocket.
87. Laughs at his own jokes.
88. Too blind to know that they are people who cares about him.
89. Always say that the world is out to get him, but i think he's got a problem with the world. He just refuse to believe it.
90. VERY LOW SELF CONFIDENCE!!!
91. NO SELF ESTEEM.
92. Have this thing for cartoon network and The Discovery Channel. Doesn't watch the news he says. Too depressing!!!
93. Hates being labelled a fashion freak.
94. Endm
Yes,he may be flawed in many ways but here's the thing. I have always believed that everyone has flaws, we're imperfect people living in an imperfect world.
We have learnt to accept these "flaws" and just get in with our lives. You just can't try to change everyone. He may be an "annoyance" to you but maybe that's what makes them your friend. U just learn to accept. Period. But u can't NEVER change a PUSSY!!!!!
100 Things You Should Know About Me...
1. I'd do anything to protect my loved ones from harm.
2. One day I would like to be in Tuscany, Italy for my birthday.
3. I'm a leftie.
4. I have three sisters.
5. I am the third.
6. My mom is a Filipino. Her name is Filipinas.
7. I have been to the U.K, Germany, Denmark, Paris, Thailand. Next stop? Tuscany, Italy.
8. I sleep on my tummy.
9. I listen to lyrics more than the music itself.
10.I love writing.
11.I love reading auto- biographies, no romance novels for me.
12. I absolutely adore coffee.
13. My natural hair colour is black, my eyes dark brown.
14. I watch far too much of "Friends".
16. I have worn glasses since I was 13.
17. I will not give up my cravings for pickled olives. Yummm!
18. SITA NEVER SHARES FOOD!!!!!!
19. I hate seeing my name misspelled or pronounced.
20. I don’t think I’m photogenic and hate having my picture taken.
21. I hate my big butt. That song "I Love Big Butts" by "Baby Got Back" was actually sung as a tribute to my big ass!
22. I'm a morning person.
23. For the last few years I have been turning red, blotchy and itchy when I drink alcohol. My theory now is that it happens because I am agitated.
Dateline today: This no longer happens, but then again I rarely drink.
24. Surprisingly I was in a spelling bee in Form 5 and I won.
25. My favorite color is green, though I don’t wear anything of that color.
26. I am a "Burst of Sunshine" (to some people)
27. I hate poetry.
28. Ultimate fantasy? To make out with Gerard Butler!!!!
29. I collect shower creams, but can’t explain how it started or why. I just like smelling nice and clean.
30. I have been to a strip club. *wink*
31. I have been to a gay bar (with friends).
32. I don’t wear jewellery.
33. My first job was a shop assistant after SPM.
34. My last year of high school I wanted to be a reporter, a writer and finally a journalist.
35. I have never been arrested.
36. I have never dreamt about my wedding, not even as a child.
37. I have always despised reality TV.
38. I seem to get younger as I get older. I was a little old lady as a child, hence the nickname " Baket Pasing".
39. I am too honest.
40.I forgive but NEVER forget.
41. I have never been fired from a job.
42. I have the ability to change people's lives around, with just the power of....... Words.
43. I can't play a single musical instrument.
44. I love things that glow in the dark.
45. I always have mints in my hand bag.
46. I adore Adam Lambert. Don't give a rat's ass he's gay! He's absolutely delish!!!!
47. I'm very loyal to people who values my friendship.
48.I hate back- stabbers.
49.I DO have a meaner side.
50.I DO have a temper. I once hit my sister's head with a crystal ashtry. Remember Da????. I once hit a mother and her bitch- slapped teenage daugther right on the street. Don't ask why!!
51.I'm extremely patient. People often take advantage of that.
52.I don't kiss n tell.
53.I was a juvenile delinquent. My hostel warden used to call me "Sita Setan". Hahahaaa!!!
54.I hate pasta, but love spaghetti.
55.I hate salads, but an expert in preparing them!
56.I choose who I want to be friends with. People say i'm way too picky.
57.I'm a neat freak. Ask my friends. Being labelled a "Monica" and "Bree".
58.I hate clutter. Any kind of clutter.
59.I always have baby powder in my handbag. I don't use compact/pressed powder.
60.I sing in the shower.
61.I adore pigging out on durians.
62.I used to rescue every cat i saw on the streets. I still do.
63.Bad habits? I give out the loudest, meanest, most disgusting burps!!! People actually stop in their tracks when hearing me burp!!! Some find it rather amusing! I find it therapeutic.
64.I hate people following me from behind, especially walking up stairs.
65.I'm a claustrophobic. I hate confined spaces.
66.I have an extreme fear of heights and cockroaches.
67.I hate the saying "The More The Merrier". More is crowded. Crowded means clutter. Clutter means headache. Period.
68. I love public displays of affection. I think it's sweet. But not too much.
69. I love it when a man dedidates a song to his special someone. My perfect love song? It would be "She" by Elvis Costello. I'll be floored, I tell ya". The ultimate love song!
70. And YES, I do listen to soppy malay love songs!!
71. I'd love to have a charming gentleman with whom I can have a decent conversation with. He has to make me laugh really, really hard too. Cocky, smooth talkers, wise ass, perverts need not apply.
72. I don’t trust people, and it takes a lot to earn my trust.
I don’t like being lied to, and it’s the quickest way to lose my trust and friendship.
73.I have a weakness for men in uniform.
74.A very simple feature can make someone attractive to me: eyes, smile, laugh, toned arms or legs. Too many muscles is a turn off.
75.My biggest turn-ons aren’t physical features: wit, intelligence, sense of humor, kindness, patience.
76. I get very cranky when I’m hungry and can’t eat.
77. I am a list maker. I feel enormous satisfaction when I cross something off.
78. I have a hard time sleeping some nights. This is new to me and I’m puzzled by it.
79. I'm addicted to singing....... to myself.
80. I love it when a man strokes my hair till I fall asleep. He would be a keeper, for sure.
81. I hate massages of any kind.
82. I would die for my children. Without a moment hesitation.
83. I despise Japanese food.
84. I hate outdoor activities.
85. I can't ride a bicycle.
86. I hate Maths. I'm no good.
87. I don’t like unexpected visitors. Call me first or I won’t answer the door.
88. I hate jazz.
89. I have a little talent in a lot of areas, but specialize in none.
90. I think Akademi Fantasia sucks big time.
91. I'd really like to have coffee with Tun. Dr. Mahathir. He's my idol.
92. I want to be able to perform the Haj before I hit 40.
93. I would really like to learn how to sew and bake.
94. I'd like to go back packing across Europe alone one day!
95. I don’t always feel like a grown-up.
96. I'll never share my "Godiva" chocolates with anyone.
97. I believe in the power of the creative imagination! *wink*
98. I say the word "NICE" and "I LIKE" a tad too much.
99. I pray for other people more than I pray for myself!!
100. I'll never change the way I am! I love being ME too much!!
2. One day I would like to be in Tuscany, Italy for my birthday.
3. I'm a leftie.
4. I have three sisters.
5. I am the third.
6. My mom is a Filipino. Her name is Filipinas.
7. I have been to the U.K, Germany, Denmark, Paris, Thailand. Next stop? Tuscany, Italy.
8. I sleep on my tummy.
9. I listen to lyrics more than the music itself.
10.I love writing.
11.I love reading auto- biographies, no romance novels for me.
12. I absolutely adore coffee.
13. My natural hair colour is black, my eyes dark brown.
14. I watch far too much of "Friends".
16. I have worn glasses since I was 13.
17. I will not give up my cravings for pickled olives. Yummm!
18. SITA NEVER SHARES FOOD!!!!!!
19. I hate seeing my name misspelled or pronounced.
20. I don’t think I’m photogenic and hate having my picture taken.
21. I hate my big butt. That song "I Love Big Butts" by "Baby Got Back" was actually sung as a tribute to my big ass!
22. I'm a morning person.
23. For the last few years I have been turning red, blotchy and itchy when I drink alcohol. My theory now is that it happens because I am agitated.
Dateline today: This no longer happens, but then again I rarely drink.
24. Surprisingly I was in a spelling bee in Form 5 and I won.
25. My favorite color is green, though I don’t wear anything of that color.
26. I am a "Burst of Sunshine" (to some people)
27. I hate poetry.
28. Ultimate fantasy? To make out with Gerard Butler!!!!
29. I collect shower creams, but can’t explain how it started or why. I just like smelling nice and clean.
30. I have been to a strip club. *wink*
31. I have been to a gay bar (with friends).
32. I don’t wear jewellery.
33. My first job was a shop assistant after SPM.
34. My last year of high school I wanted to be a reporter, a writer and finally a journalist.
35. I have never been arrested.
36. I have never dreamt about my wedding, not even as a child.
37. I have always despised reality TV.
38. I seem to get younger as I get older. I was a little old lady as a child, hence the nickname " Baket Pasing".
39. I am too honest.
40.I forgive but NEVER forget.
41. I have never been fired from a job.
42. I have the ability to change people's lives around, with just the power of....... Words.
43. I can't play a single musical instrument.
44. I love things that glow in the dark.
45. I always have mints in my hand bag.
46. I adore Adam Lambert. Don't give a rat's ass he's gay! He's absolutely delish!!!!
47. I'm very loyal to people who values my friendship.
48.I hate back- stabbers.
49.I DO have a meaner side.
50.I DO have a temper. I once hit my sister's head with a crystal ashtry. Remember Da????. I once hit a mother and her bitch- slapped teenage daugther right on the street. Don't ask why!!
51.I'm extremely patient. People often take advantage of that.
52.I don't kiss n tell.
53.I was a juvenile delinquent. My hostel warden used to call me "Sita Setan". Hahahaaa!!!
54.I hate pasta, but love spaghetti.
55.I hate salads, but an expert in preparing them!
56.I choose who I want to be friends with. People say i'm way too picky.
57.I'm a neat freak. Ask my friends. Being labelled a "Monica" and "Bree".
58.I hate clutter. Any kind of clutter.
59.I always have baby powder in my handbag. I don't use compact/pressed powder.
60.I sing in the shower.
61.I adore pigging out on durians.
62.I used to rescue every cat i saw on the streets. I still do.
63.Bad habits? I give out the loudest, meanest, most disgusting burps!!! People actually stop in their tracks when hearing me burp!!! Some find it rather amusing! I find it therapeutic.
64.I hate people following me from behind, especially walking up stairs.
65.I'm a claustrophobic. I hate confined spaces.
66.I have an extreme fear of heights and cockroaches.
67.I hate the saying "The More The Merrier". More is crowded. Crowded means clutter. Clutter means headache. Period.
68. I love public displays of affection. I think it's sweet. But not too much.
69. I love it when a man dedidates a song to his special someone. My perfect love song? It would be "She" by Elvis Costello. I'll be floored, I tell ya". The ultimate love song!
70. And YES, I do listen to soppy malay love songs!!
71. I'd love to have a charming gentleman with whom I can have a decent conversation with. He has to make me laugh really, really hard too. Cocky, smooth talkers, wise ass, perverts need not apply.
72. I don’t trust people, and it takes a lot to earn my trust.
I don’t like being lied to, and it’s the quickest way to lose my trust and friendship.
73.I have a weakness for men in uniform.
74.A very simple feature can make someone attractive to me: eyes, smile, laugh, toned arms or legs. Too many muscles is a turn off.
75.My biggest turn-ons aren’t physical features: wit, intelligence, sense of humor, kindness, patience.
76. I get very cranky when I’m hungry and can’t eat.
77. I am a list maker. I feel enormous satisfaction when I cross something off.
78. I have a hard time sleeping some nights. This is new to me and I’m puzzled by it.
79. I'm addicted to singing....... to myself.
80. I love it when a man strokes my hair till I fall asleep. He would be a keeper, for sure.
81. I hate massages of any kind.
82. I would die for my children. Without a moment hesitation.
83. I despise Japanese food.
84. I hate outdoor activities.
85. I can't ride a bicycle.
86. I hate Maths. I'm no good.
87. I don’t like unexpected visitors. Call me first or I won’t answer the door.
88. I hate jazz.
89. I have a little talent in a lot of areas, but specialize in none.
90. I think Akademi Fantasia sucks big time.
91. I'd really like to have coffee with Tun. Dr. Mahathir. He's my idol.
92. I want to be able to perform the Haj before I hit 40.
93. I would really like to learn how to sew and bake.
94. I'd like to go back packing across Europe alone one day!
95. I don’t always feel like a grown-up.
96. I'll never share my "Godiva" chocolates with anyone.
97. I believe in the power of the creative imagination! *wink*
98. I say the word "NICE" and "I LIKE" a tad too much.
99. I pray for other people more than I pray for myself!!
100. I'll never change the way I am! I love being ME too much!!
I took the much needed day off to be with my babies today. I had promised Ezane that i'd take him for the much awaited "Transformers" movie and to Toys R Us since last week but sadly, i just didn't have the time to do it. I felt like the world's most incompetent mom! How can I not have the time for family? I'm their mom. I should make the time! I feel like i've let my kids down, BIG TIME!!!!
Reached mummy's house around noon. The kids were still in school. I rushed to carry Erin as soon as i got into the house. GOD....I miss her so much. It's been a week since i last saw her and her brother. She smiled at me. It was the most beautiful, beautiful smile!!!! Ezane and the twins came back soon after. So did Aida. She took the day off work just to spend time with me and the kids. I thought i'd never feel this happy again after the shit i went through these last couple of weeks. I WAS TRULY HAPPY!!! Nothin' could bring me down. I was with family. I was safe.
Brian was already there in mummy's house. He had a worried look on his face. He asked me out to the garden for a ciggie. Despite our falling out, he's still a brother-in-law. We got talking and he asked me about my car and we were talking about it. Then, mummy came back. I was frantically trying to put my ciggie out but it was too late. Mummy saw me. So, i did the only thing i could do..." Brian, you shouldn't be smoking this shit anymore. It's gonna kill you lah" and hurriedly went back into the house. Phew! I still didn't get the chance to ask him about that worried look he had on his face earlier. Nevermind..maybe next time lah.
We sat in the living room and watched the kids playing with Baby Erin. Then Brian said....
"Mummy, i have to tell you something.
Oh God!, what did he do now?. I was silently asking myself.
" It's about Liza. She's in the hospital. She going for surgery to remove her appendix at 8.00 tonight".
"Aaah... No wonder he had that worried look on his face", i said to myself.
" But....during the check up, the doctors found several tumours in her liver". They're quite worried and said that it the tumours might be malignant." It might be cancerous at this point".
I gasped upon hearing the news and i was on the verge of tearing. Aida had a glazed look in her eye. Mummy was just staring blankly at Brian. Then there was silence. I saw mummy on the verge of crying. For once in my life..., i had nothing to say! I couldn't utter a single word but was just staring at my mother. I saw mummy clenched her fist and fell into a crying heap. I'm not really efficient in dealing with my own emotions, let alone others. I was just too shocked by the sudden news and went over to the sink to wash my face. I went back to the living room and sat down again.
I leaned against the sofa and still trying to make sense of it all.
Cancer? Liver cancer? Am i gonna lose my sister? Has the cancer spread? Is it benign? Malignant? I suddenly saw flashbacks of Papa and saw how the horrible disease ravaged his body. All I can remember is the picture in my mind of my father laying dead in the hospital bed with the sheet pulled up to his chin, his eyes shut and his mouth open and the light from the overhead bed light shining down on his face. This is the picture of my Father out of all the ones I have, that I see in my mind everytime I think of him. Cancer is the ultimate death sentence.
NO. It can't be!!!!! I'm not ready to lose another family member.
"No, guys...we'll fight it. No matter what it takes"...i said,suddenly sounding very sure of myself.
with a nonchalant look on my face, I said to my mother
"Now, i've promised the kids that i'll take them out. The movie starts at 5.00 and we gotta go if we wanna catch it. I've got to go. I'll catch you later. Mummy, there's probably nothing to worry about. She's gonna be fine, ok? We'll fight it! I gathered the kids and hurriedly left the house with Aida, leaving my mother alone to grief for her daughter.
I could've have been more circumspect with what I had said, or certainly exercised more rationality in my emotions, if there is such a thing. I would like to think I could have dealt with my emotions better, but now I just have this perpetual sadness about what I've just bluntly said to my mother. My eyes were fogged with tears as we pulled out from the driveway.
My father once said....
Trials, tribulations and challenges are part of every person’s life. However, to counter that, Allah has provided us a very powerful tool – and that is the tool of the DOA and asking Allah for help and His mercy when we need it. And we need it all the time…. I'll pray really hard for my dear sister. All i want is to be by her side tonight, to comfort her. After all, she is my sister. My Family.
It's already 4.30 am and i still can't put my head down. How do I go through tomorrow? Called my mom at 10.30 and was informed that Liza's been in the MRI Examination room for almost 2 hours. Damn...now i'm really worried. Is she gonna be okay? Did she have her appendix removed already? Or will it be tomorrow? There's just no words to describe on how helpless i'm feeling right now. All i can do is just wait!!!!
Reached mummy's house around noon. The kids were still in school. I rushed to carry Erin as soon as i got into the house. GOD....I miss her so much. It's been a week since i last saw her and her brother. She smiled at me. It was the most beautiful, beautiful smile!!!! Ezane and the twins came back soon after. So did Aida. She took the day off work just to spend time with me and the kids. I thought i'd never feel this happy again after the shit i went through these last couple of weeks. I WAS TRULY HAPPY!!! Nothin' could bring me down. I was with family. I was safe.
Brian was already there in mummy's house. He had a worried look on his face. He asked me out to the garden for a ciggie. Despite our falling out, he's still a brother-in-law. We got talking and he asked me about my car and we were talking about it. Then, mummy came back. I was frantically trying to put my ciggie out but it was too late. Mummy saw me. So, i did the only thing i could do..." Brian, you shouldn't be smoking this shit anymore. It's gonna kill you lah" and hurriedly went back into the house. Phew! I still didn't get the chance to ask him about that worried look he had on his face earlier. Nevermind..maybe next time lah.
We sat in the living room and watched the kids playing with Baby Erin. Then Brian said....
"Mummy, i have to tell you something.
Oh God!, what did he do now?. I was silently asking myself.
" It's about Liza. She's in the hospital. She going for surgery to remove her appendix at 8.00 tonight".
"Aaah... No wonder he had that worried look on his face", i said to myself.
" But....during the check up, the doctors found several tumours in her liver". They're quite worried and said that it the tumours might be malignant." It might be cancerous at this point".
I gasped upon hearing the news and i was on the verge of tearing. Aida had a glazed look in her eye. Mummy was just staring blankly at Brian. Then there was silence. I saw mummy on the verge of crying. For once in my life..., i had nothing to say! I couldn't utter a single word but was just staring at my mother. I saw mummy clenched her fist and fell into a crying heap. I'm not really efficient in dealing with my own emotions, let alone others. I was just too shocked by the sudden news and went over to the sink to wash my face. I went back to the living room and sat down again.
I leaned against the sofa and still trying to make sense of it all.
Cancer? Liver cancer? Am i gonna lose my sister? Has the cancer spread? Is it benign? Malignant? I suddenly saw flashbacks of Papa and saw how the horrible disease ravaged his body. All I can remember is the picture in my mind of my father laying dead in the hospital bed with the sheet pulled up to his chin, his eyes shut and his mouth open and the light from the overhead bed light shining down on his face. This is the picture of my Father out of all the ones I have, that I see in my mind everytime I think of him. Cancer is the ultimate death sentence.
NO. It can't be!!!!! I'm not ready to lose another family member.
"No, guys...we'll fight it. No matter what it takes"...i said,suddenly sounding very sure of myself.
with a nonchalant look on my face, I said to my mother
"Now, i've promised the kids that i'll take them out. The movie starts at 5.00 and we gotta go if we wanna catch it. I've got to go. I'll catch you later. Mummy, there's probably nothing to worry about. She's gonna be fine, ok? We'll fight it! I gathered the kids and hurriedly left the house with Aida, leaving my mother alone to grief for her daughter.
I could've have been more circumspect with what I had said, or certainly exercised more rationality in my emotions, if there is such a thing. I would like to think I could have dealt with my emotions better, but now I just have this perpetual sadness about what I've just bluntly said to my mother. My eyes were fogged with tears as we pulled out from the driveway.
My father once said....
Trials, tribulations and challenges are part of every person’s life. However, to counter that, Allah has provided us a very powerful tool – and that is the tool of the DOA and asking Allah for help and His mercy when we need it. And we need it all the time…. I'll pray really hard for my dear sister. All i want is to be by her side tonight, to comfort her. After all, she is my sister. My Family.
It's already 4.30 am and i still can't put my head down. How do I go through tomorrow? Called my mom at 10.30 and was informed that Liza's been in the MRI Examination room for almost 2 hours. Damn...now i'm really worried. Is she gonna be okay? Did she have her appendix removed already? Or will it be tomorrow? There's just no words to describe on how helpless i'm feeling right now. All i can do is just wait!!!!
Have I Done Everything Right??????????
I'm not sure why that matters: I've heard it's who I am now that counts, it's just that sometimes I wonder what parts of myself got left behind. I'll stumble across a memory and it'll seem so foreign. I'm sure it's a sign of my age.
I’m turning 32 next month, so I'm by no means geriatric - but I'm all grown-up. That concept, aspired to for so many childhood years, and dreaded from the moment I reached 18 and realized clubbing and drinking wasn't half as much fun when it was legal.
I'm grown-up because I can no longer down 10 vodkas and claim to be sober. I smoke, I know it’s bad for my health. That’ll be the death of me, I’m sure! I have cellulite on the backs of my thighs. My hair is way too short. I'd love to lose like a 100 kilos, if only for everyone to tell me I was too skinny and have to eat cake until I put it all back on again. Yeah rite!!! I love food too much to diet. I absolutely have no freakin’ idea where life will take me. I have a good job, but still feel I should've achieved more.
From eighteen to twenty-four, I was a party girl. Been there done that kinda girl. I broke some hearts and also had my heart broken once or twice along the way. I lost sight of my sensible streak i guess and just wanted to be out there. Then I got hitched and had kids. I've almost gone full-circle now, my serious side is back in power. I've kept most of the same friends, and have new ones too. Some people have faded away, that makes me sad sometimes but I think that's life - people move on and build their own lives.
This past week I had a bit of a crisis over all this - the fact that I have no definitive plan, I've never had expectations of where I should be at this age or what I want to achieve before I'm 35. I haven't mapped it all out. Having said that, I've seen people get very upset where they've made plans which haven't come into fruition, so maybe it's a good thing that I just take it as it comes.
One of my best friends made me feel better the other day.
He said, " Sita, sometimes, you have to try and imagine how you as a child would see you now, and all the things you have achieved."
Looking at it that way, I think there's lots that my child-self would've been quite pleased with.
That made feel much better. And it’s a sign that “I’VE NOT GONE ENTIRELY BONKERS!!!”
Now for another mug of steamin’ hot coffee!!!
I’m turning 32 next month, so I'm by no means geriatric - but I'm all grown-up. That concept, aspired to for so many childhood years, and dreaded from the moment I reached 18 and realized clubbing and drinking wasn't half as much fun when it was legal.
I'm grown-up because I can no longer down 10 vodkas and claim to be sober. I smoke, I know it’s bad for my health. That’ll be the death of me, I’m sure! I have cellulite on the backs of my thighs. My hair is way too short. I'd love to lose like a 100 kilos, if only for everyone to tell me I was too skinny and have to eat cake until I put it all back on again. Yeah rite!!! I love food too much to diet. I absolutely have no freakin’ idea where life will take me. I have a good job, but still feel I should've achieved more.
From eighteen to twenty-four, I was a party girl. Been there done that kinda girl. I broke some hearts and also had my heart broken once or twice along the way. I lost sight of my sensible streak i guess and just wanted to be out there. Then I got hitched and had kids. I've almost gone full-circle now, my serious side is back in power. I've kept most of the same friends, and have new ones too. Some people have faded away, that makes me sad sometimes but I think that's life - people move on and build their own lives.
This past week I had a bit of a crisis over all this - the fact that I have no definitive plan, I've never had expectations of where I should be at this age or what I want to achieve before I'm 35. I haven't mapped it all out. Having said that, I've seen people get very upset where they've made plans which haven't come into fruition, so maybe it's a good thing that I just take it as it comes.
One of my best friends made me feel better the other day.
He said, " Sita, sometimes, you have to try and imagine how you as a child would see you now, and all the things you have achieved."
Looking at it that way, I think there's lots that my child-self would've been quite pleased with.
That made feel much better. And it’s a sign that “I’VE NOT GONE ENTIRELY BONKERS!!!”
Now for another mug of steamin’ hot coffee!!!
"The Kiss"
Do you remember your first kiss? A friend asked me the other day!
I don't mean all of those offhanded family greetings or cheek grabbing smooches from long lost aunt with badly fitting teeth and questionable intentions. I'm talking about THE FIRST Kiss!!
The kiss that you thought about long before it took place.The kiss that made your feet popped??? The kiss that made u fuzzy all over?
The kiss that you dreamed about day and night as your hormones fought your young body and subdued rational thought.
The kiss that you hoped would set you free from the bonds of childhood and lead to something more.
The kiss that would seal a pact between you and the object of your desire.
The kiss that promised so much.
Do you remember it now?
Do you remember the dryness in your mouth and upon your lips? Do you remember the thoughts that ran through your mind? You know...the thoughts of...
"What will he think of me?"
"Can I do this right?" Am I doing it right?
" Shit!I should've taken mints before.."
"How should I hold their face, stroke their hair..., should I keep my eyes open, Do they expect tongue on the first kiss....????
Do I even know how to use tongue?"... Hahahahaha.....OMG!!!
How did we EVER achieve that first kiss?
Do you remember as you approached each other, as your faces came closer? Do you remember the electricity of those lips and the warmth in your lower body as you embraced and mashed your lips harder together in lieu of any technique or full understanding of what a kiss involved?
Did you remember their name?
I don't mean all of those offhanded family greetings or cheek grabbing smooches from long lost aunt with badly fitting teeth and questionable intentions. I'm talking about THE FIRST Kiss!!
The kiss that you thought about long before it took place.The kiss that made your feet popped??? The kiss that made u fuzzy all over?
The kiss that you dreamed about day and night as your hormones fought your young body and subdued rational thought.
The kiss that you hoped would set you free from the bonds of childhood and lead to something more.
The kiss that would seal a pact between you and the object of your desire.
The kiss that promised so much.
Do you remember it now?
Do you remember the dryness in your mouth and upon your lips? Do you remember the thoughts that ran through your mind? You know...the thoughts of...
"What will he think of me?"
"Can I do this right?" Am I doing it right?
" Shit!I should've taken mints before.."
"How should I hold their face, stroke their hair..., should I keep my eyes open, Do they expect tongue on the first kiss....????
Do I even know how to use tongue?"... Hahahahaha.....OMG!!!
How did we EVER achieve that first kiss?
Do you remember as you approached each other, as your faces came closer? Do you remember the electricity of those lips and the warmth in your lower body as you embraced and mashed your lips harder together in lieu of any technique or full understanding of what a kiss involved?
Did you remember their name?
The One Where I'm Done With Everything
I'm having one of those weeks where, from an emotional aspect, I've been running a short fuse. There's this pathetic excuse for a human being whose on to me! With that, and along with a number of situations, involving a number of people, have all just become unbearable in one fell swoop. I've reached that limit where I'm beyond irritated at everyone and everything. The result is that I've felt moody, introspective and ill tempered for days now. I'm done with this funk, yet am seemingly unable to shake myself out of it. Seriously, sometimes I just hate people. I hate the way they are so selfish and thoughtless to a point of no return. I'm not saying I'm above these things, but I sure as hell know that this is not the place I primarily act out of. And I suppose, because I am always trying so hard to be the exact opposite of these things, that I am extra-impatient and lacking in empathy for people who are basically like this all the time. And given the shit I've had to take the last couple of weeks (or really, we could go back a month to the crap that happened just before my was broken into), I am just done.
Done! Done! Done! Done! Done!.
But unfortunately, I will have to continue dealing with them, and in a couple cases, will have to confront some things head on. Which is a whole other mess unto itself. Urgghhhh!!!!!! How i wished life would be easier for me. Going through it alone, head -on doesn't really help. I feel like i'm running in circles with no definite stops! Feel this tremendous urge to just pack up and get away from it all.For once, I just want to close my eyes and make it all go away. I'll sleep with one eye open!!!
Girls Nite Out!!!
Had a night out with the girls. My over- the- top- whacky- girls! They’ve been pestering me to venture out more.Getting an earful from them since last month! They complained that I’m never around to lepak with them, and I decided.. Why the hell not? I deserve a fun night out. Being at home alone all the time..Well, it does things to you!! Being a frequent traveler has taken its toll on me. I’m always travelling, I don’t have time for much else. Left the clubbing scene months ago..Valentine’s Day with the girls @ Q-Bar. That was the last.
So, come Saturday nite, we went prowlin. Checked out the clubs first!
“ Envy” was too crowded and “littered” with expats and Gwailo’s! Yuck! We left the club 10 minutes after that.
“Frangipani” was worse. The girls bitched about it being too contemporary. I agree. No one was shakin’ their booties and the music was too “Feng Tao’d” for my liking. Downed my Shirley Temple and the girls decided to go to “Basavanh” in Kiara, since I’ve never been there before. They called me the “Basavanh Virgin” and insisted that I go check it the place out. Fine. Off we went to Kiara.
The guys were already there when we arrived, so they went off to scout for seats for the girls. Got to our seats and in 5 mins, our table were laden with drinks of sorts. Nice.
The music, R&B and hip hop. Verrrrrrrrry nice. The crowd? Not too rowdy! Better crowd here compared to Envy. Had a couple of “naughty” drinks myself but I was determined not to go binge drinking……..
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.
.
.
Anymore!
Reason being…..
My friends say that I’d get EXTREMELY giggly when I’m stoned. They say it’s cute to see me like that. Cute ah? What cute- cute? I must’ve looked silly just gigglin’ away at strangers.
Anyhoo, we danced the night away and I seriously had fun. Fun that I’ve not had in months. Friends often tell me to loosen up a bit. Are they suggesting that I’m an uptight- straight- home- after- work- watch -sitcoms- on –telly- till- i- pass- out – on – the- couch- kinda- chick? Yup, sounds about right! I do enjoy my time alone. I’m just being responsible. Not to do the “self reflect” kinda shit but I do time out for MYSELF. There’s no one to please or make small talk to when you’re alone. Boring as it may sound but at least I’m content with my life….well, apart from dining alone and sippin’ coffee till my heart palpitates, I’m actually having fun doing it. I wish the kids are with me though! *Sigh!!!
To Aida, Imah, Idah, & Fiza….what more could I say??? You guys were a blast to be with. We definitely rocked the club that nite!!! We should definitely do this again….and again…and again…..!!!!
To the guys, Faizal, Faraby, Hussein & Man, thank you for taking good care of us girls. U guys definitely brought the house down that night!!
Maybe I’ll treat myself to a nice, sexy little black dress come payday! Something to think about!!!! Nice………..
So, come Saturday nite, we went prowlin. Checked out the clubs first!
“ Envy” was too crowded and “littered” with expats and Gwailo’s! Yuck! We left the club 10 minutes after that.
“Frangipani” was worse. The girls bitched about it being too contemporary. I agree. No one was shakin’ their booties and the music was too “Feng Tao’d” for my liking. Downed my Shirley Temple and the girls decided to go to “Basavanh” in Kiara, since I’ve never been there before. They called me the “Basavanh Virgin” and insisted that I go check it the place out. Fine. Off we went to Kiara.
The guys were already there when we arrived, so they went off to scout for seats for the girls. Got to our seats and in 5 mins, our table were laden with drinks of sorts. Nice.
The music, R&B and hip hop. Verrrrrrrrry nice. The crowd? Not too rowdy! Better crowd here compared to Envy. Had a couple of “naughty” drinks myself but I was determined not to go binge drinking……..
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Anymore!
Reason being…..
My friends say that I’d get EXTREMELY giggly when I’m stoned. They say it’s cute to see me like that. Cute ah? What cute- cute? I must’ve looked silly just gigglin’ away at strangers.
Anyhoo, we danced the night away and I seriously had fun. Fun that I’ve not had in months. Friends often tell me to loosen up a bit. Are they suggesting that I’m an uptight- straight- home- after- work- watch -sitcoms- on –telly- till- i- pass- out – on – the- couch- kinda- chick? Yup, sounds about right! I do enjoy my time alone. I’m just being responsible. Not to do the “self reflect” kinda shit but I do time out for MYSELF. There’s no one to please or make small talk to when you’re alone. Boring as it may sound but at least I’m content with my life….well, apart from dining alone and sippin’ coffee till my heart palpitates, I’m actually having fun doing it. I wish the kids are with me though! *Sigh!!!
To Aida, Imah, Idah, & Fiza….what more could I say??? You guys were a blast to be with. We definitely rocked the club that nite!!! We should definitely do this again….and again…and again…..!!!!
To the guys, Faizal, Faraby, Hussein & Man, thank you for taking good care of us girls. U guys definitely brought the house down that night!!
Maybe I’ll treat myself to a nice, sexy little black dress come payday! Something to think about!!!! Nice………..
Father's Day
It’s Fathers Day.
It’s too difficult to write anything about my dear Papa. I always get choked up and cry. But just to let you know dear Papa, that you’re always in my prayers. I think of you all the time. I carry you in my spirit and in mind. You’ll always be the “King” of my heart, and I’d trade my life to just steal a final glance of your face or even hear your familiar soothing voice. Even if it’s just a soft whisper…it’ll do. You had the patience of a Saint.
You said that I had the most beautiful smile you’ve ever seen. True. I got it from you!!
I miss preparing your “kopi” in the mornings, I miss sitting beside you during TV time. I miss our special after dinner karaoke sessions. I miss our duets of Sinatra and P. Ramlee. You had the most amazing voice. I miss listening to you singing “I Did It My Way” and “ Di Mana Kan Ku Cari Ganti.” It’s no fun anymore, now that you’ve gone. I’m blessed to have had you in my life. I’m proud to be Dr. Mohd Hashim Noor’s daughter. I’m proud to carry your name in mine. May You Rest In Peace my darling Papa. I dedicate this song to you coz I think all you every time I listen to it! I Love You!
Back when I was a child,
Before life removed all the innocence,
My father would lift me high,
And dance with my mother and me,
And then spin me around till I was asleep,
Then up the stairs he would carry me,
And I knew for sure I was loved,
If I could get another chance,
Another walk,
Another dance with him,
I’d play a song that would never, ever end,
How I’d love, love, love
To dance with my father again.
When I and my mother would disagree,
To get my way I would run from her to him,
He’d make me laugh just to comfort me,
Then finally made me do just what my Mama said,
Later that night when I was asleep,
He left a dollar under my sheet,
Never dreamed that he would be gone from me….
If I could steal one final glance,
One final step,
One final dance with him,
I’d play a song that would never, ever end,
Cause I’d love, love, love,
To dance with my father again.
Sometimes I’d listen outside her door,
And I’d hear how my mother cried for him,
I’d pray for her even more than me,
I’d pray for her even more than me………
I know I’m praying for much too much,
Why couldn’t You send back the only man she loved,
I know You don’t do it usually,
But dear Lord,
She’s dying to dance with my father again.
Every night I fall asleep,
This is all I’d ever dream.
Al- Fatihah.
It’s too difficult to write anything about my dear Papa. I always get choked up and cry. But just to let you know dear Papa, that you’re always in my prayers. I think of you all the time. I carry you in my spirit and in mind. You’ll always be the “King” of my heart, and I’d trade my life to just steal a final glance of your face or even hear your familiar soothing voice. Even if it’s just a soft whisper…it’ll do. You had the patience of a Saint.
You said that I had the most beautiful smile you’ve ever seen. True. I got it from you!!
I miss preparing your “kopi” in the mornings, I miss sitting beside you during TV time. I miss our special after dinner karaoke sessions. I miss our duets of Sinatra and P. Ramlee. You had the most amazing voice. I miss listening to you singing “I Did It My Way” and “ Di Mana Kan Ku Cari Ganti.” It’s no fun anymore, now that you’ve gone. I’m blessed to have had you in my life. I’m proud to be Dr. Mohd Hashim Noor’s daughter. I’m proud to carry your name in mine. May You Rest In Peace my darling Papa. I dedicate this song to you coz I think all you every time I listen to it! I Love You!
Back when I was a child,
Before life removed all the innocence,
My father would lift me high,
And dance with my mother and me,
And then spin me around till I was asleep,
Then up the stairs he would carry me,
And I knew for sure I was loved,
If I could get another chance,
Another walk,
Another dance with him,
I’d play a song that would never, ever end,
How I’d love, love, love
To dance with my father again.
When I and my mother would disagree,
To get my way I would run from her to him,
He’d make me laugh just to comfort me,
Then finally made me do just what my Mama said,
Later that night when I was asleep,
He left a dollar under my sheet,
Never dreamed that he would be gone from me….
If I could steal one final glance,
One final step,
One final dance with him,
I’d play a song that would never, ever end,
Cause I’d love, love, love,
To dance with my father again.
Sometimes I’d listen outside her door,
And I’d hear how my mother cried for him,
I’d pray for her even more than me,
I’d pray for her even more than me………
I know I’m praying for much too much,
Why couldn’t You send back the only man she loved,
I know You don’t do it usually,
But dear Lord,
She’s dying to dance with my father again.
Every night I fall asleep,
This is all I’d ever dream.
Al- Fatihah.
The Climb
I can almost see it
That dream I'm dreaming but
There's a voice inside my head sayin,
You'll never reach it,
Every step I'm taking,
Every move I make feels
Lost with no direction
My faith is shaking but I
Got to keep trying
Got to keep my head held high
There's always going to be another mountain
I'm always going to want to make it move
Always going to be an uphill battle,
Sometimes you going to have to lose,
Ain't about how fast I get there,
Ain't about what's waiting on the other side
It's the climb
The struggles I'm facing,
The chances I'm taking
Sometimes they knock me down but
No I'm not breaking
The pain I'm knowing
But these are the moments that
I'm going to remember most yeah
Just got to keep going
And I,
I got to be strong
Just keep pushing on,
There's always going to be another mountain
I'm always going to want to make it move
Always going to be an uphill battle,
Sometimes you going to have to lose,
Ain't about how fast I get there,
Ain't about what's waiting on the other side
It's the climb
There's always going to be another mountain
I'm always going to want to make it move
Always going to be an uphill battle,
Sometimes you going to have to lose,
Ain't about how fast I get there,
Ain't about what's waiting on the other side
It's the climb
Keep on moving
Keep climbing
Keep the faith baby
It's all about
It's all about
The climb
Keep the faith
Keep your faith
That dream I'm dreaming but
There's a voice inside my head sayin,
You'll never reach it,
Every step I'm taking,
Every move I make feels
Lost with no direction
My faith is shaking but I
Got to keep trying
Got to keep my head held high
There's always going to be another mountain
I'm always going to want to make it move
Always going to be an uphill battle,
Sometimes you going to have to lose,
Ain't about how fast I get there,
Ain't about what's waiting on the other side
It's the climb
The struggles I'm facing,
The chances I'm taking
Sometimes they knock me down but
No I'm not breaking
The pain I'm knowing
But these are the moments that
I'm going to remember most yeah
Just got to keep going
And I,
I got to be strong
Just keep pushing on,
There's always going to be another mountain
I'm always going to want to make it move
Always going to be an uphill battle,
Sometimes you going to have to lose,
Ain't about how fast I get there,
Ain't about what's waiting on the other side
It's the climb
There's always going to be another mountain
I'm always going to want to make it move
Always going to be an uphill battle,
Sometimes you going to have to lose,
Ain't about how fast I get there,
Ain't about what's waiting on the other side
It's the climb
Keep on moving
Keep climbing
Keep the faith baby
It's all about
It's all about
The climb
Keep the faith
Keep your faith
Flying Without Wings......
Dedicated to a special someone!
Everybody's looking for that something
One thing that makes it all complete
You find it in the strangest places
Places you never knew it could be
Some find it in the face of their children
Some find it in their lover's eyes
Who can deny the joy it brings
When you've found that special thing
You're flying without wings
Some find it sharing every morning
Some in their solitary lives
You'll find it in the words of others
A simple line can make you laugh or cry
You'll find it in the deepest friendship
The kind you cherish all your life
And when you know how much that means
You've found that special thing
You're flying without wings
So, impossible as it may seem
You've got to fight for every dream
Cos who's to know which one you let go
Would have made you complete
Well, for me it's waking up beside you
To watch the sunrise on your face
To know that I can say I love you
At any given time or place
It's little things that only I know
Those are the things that make you mine
And it's like flying without wings
Cos you're my special thing
I'm flying without wings
And you're the place my life begins
and you'll be where it ends
I'm flying without wings
And that's the joy you bring
I'm flying without wings
Everybody's looking for that something
One thing that makes it all complete
You find it in the strangest places
Places you never knew it could be
Some find it in the face of their children
Some find it in their lover's eyes
Who can deny the joy it brings
When you've found that special thing
You're flying without wings
Some find it sharing every morning
Some in their solitary lives
You'll find it in the words of others
A simple line can make you laugh or cry
You'll find it in the deepest friendship
The kind you cherish all your life
And when you know how much that means
You've found that special thing
You're flying without wings
So, impossible as it may seem
You've got to fight for every dream
Cos who's to know which one you let go
Would have made you complete
Well, for me it's waking up beside you
To watch the sunrise on your face
To know that I can say I love you
At any given time or place
It's little things that only I know
Those are the things that make you mine
And it's like flying without wings
Cos you're my special thing
I'm flying without wings
And you're the place my life begins
and you'll be where it ends
I'm flying without wings
And that's the joy you bring
I'm flying without wings
All Girls Bangkok Trip
The best trip ever with my wacky cousins to Bangkok. Girls, let this be an annual thingy ok?
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