I had it

I've been pondering on whether to close this blog, because, well, of a few reasons that I cannot state here. But as I look at my blog, and think about its origin, and what it saw me through... all the pain I shared in it... I cannot just close this. So well, pissed off with the new blogger, I have moved. This blog will continue to be updated only at the links section, because I use this for my blog links. Perhaps occasionally I might spam it with pics of my cats or comics... but I have moved. Want the new bloggie? It ain't rocket science to find. It's public though. =)

I am nothing with my O2 mini. I am crippled. I have a ton of stuff to do, follow up emails to write and appointments that I cannot forget. Now, at work I have my Outlook – syncronised to everyone else’s in the office for big ass internal meetings like the one in the afternoon that I am totally not ready for because I only managed to sleep at 5am and didn’t want to call my boss at 7am to take urgent leave so I’ll just probably fall asleep and tio tekan in the meeting later – to remind me of work appointments and immediate after work activities. But it doesn’t give me the overview I need, and I just feel continually crippled. I will *almost* never take my O2 for granted again, when it’s fixed and wifi ready.   When the moto ming comes (in a week’s time, woohoo!), I might just change my mind, because I cannot syncronise files and certain email attachments to my O2. However, (I know I’ve debated the moto ming vs O2 mini thing before) my O2 can go wifi leh, after it’s fixed. Now, cannot. My SD slot got fantastic problem. Haha. Wifi, means I can go online at public places on MSN to disturb people. Hurhurhur.   I love Motorola though, way before it was popular. Booyah.

I don't think you'll read this. Haha. But if you do.. this is the song I found most befitting my feeling now. Hahaha. Because.. I am leaving my wishes on the sidewalk. 多少个秋,多少个冬/我几乎快要被治癒好 但还是会去因為一个重复的话题就无心自扰 也曾想过,若真遇见到/我们应该如何是好 我想我还是会站在某一个街角/不让你看到 只因為我不想打扰/只因為怕你解释不了 只因為现在你的眼睛裡/她比我还重要 我只好假装我看不到/看不到你和她在对街拥抱 你的快乐/我可以感受的到/这样的见面方式对谁都好 我只好假装我听不到/听不到别人口中的他好不好 再不想问,也不想被风知道/放逐你的世界我管不了 若不想问/若不想被风知道/就把祝福 - 留在街角

sorry

you know you are fucked when you wake up with the stench of alcohol around your place. After a good dinner with my pop, a colleague came to my place. Somehow, things got out of hand - no, not the way you think - but we were so wasted that this morning, I realised that she had sent smses, from my phone, to many guyfriends of mine, among them, my buddy, my buddy in KL, and also Chuwen. If anyone else had received such smses.. I apologise.

sat morning, 1.30am

after waking up (I slept damn early cos I forgot how lousy I am at drinking) just now to remove my contacts and mascara, the only thing on my mind was wah lau, that is a lot of bak sai my bak sai is blog worthy. anyways I'm up but damn shagged now. The house stinks. Need to clean up, esp the room and the bed because someone's going to take a look at the bed later. Argh. I have too many clothes. Anyone wants to buy my clothes? 有谁来买我的衣服?

this is a rant for the boy who is dating my best friend. You friggin asshole. You have, on your hands, one of the most devoted girls I know, and you want to let your friggin insecurities tie her. She is tolerating you out of love, but you friggin do not get it, do you? She's a mature, thinking young woman, and you're a little insecure boy who is feeding on her love, wanting to make her your slave. Part of her beauty is in her independence. Because you are insecure, you refuse to let her meet her friends, refuse to let her know more people. YOU FRIGGIN PRICK! Go be a enunch and harm the world no more! Do not let me see you bullying her in real life. I've always respected her pleas to leave the men alone, but if I ever, ever, ever see you bullying her in real life, playing on her love... I cannot promise you that you'll have enough teeth to chew a hamburger. You friggin ASSHOLE. She deserves better from you. I know what you look like. If I ever ever find out that this is continuing despite this warning, I will hunt you down and make sure you have shit for breakfast. I will hunt you down. I don't have to get physical to give you damage, but I can, if I want to. And if I ever, ever find out you hit her, be prepared. Very prepared. In fact, you better flee the country. She deserves better than this shite you give to her, you fucker. You friggin ASSHOLE, you who have lack of intelligence and perhaps a small penis. And if you think this is harsh, I've not told you off in real life. You ask her, I've made people cry, but I'm sure you'll find out for yourself.

friday, thank God it's friday?

I hate wearing contacts. Without my glasses, I've just become a face in the crowd, another "pretty" girl. Perhaps, my glasses mould my identity, and my unique heck-care-I-got-a-booger-hanging-out-of-my-nose character. anyways, I just realised that V day is coming. Not a big thing, not at all. Perhaps it's been overshadowed by the upcoming CNY. In fact, I was chit-chatting with a Lancome Salesgirl that day at Shaw's Isetan, when she lamented the fact that business had been slow. I guess the extended extended holidays last month really made us have holiday-fatigue in the wallet, or plain tired of shopping. No one I know is eager for "CNY shopping!" this year, which is a far cry from last year because I said, "I don't think am buying anything" and that got me warded in their mental hospital for being shopping-unfriendly. Actually, if not for the fact that a prospect nailed that day for a demo (14th Feb? 14th Feb? Why like so familiar...), I wouldn't even have realised. Heh. This week, I didn't really get work fatigue, you know, "shitcanfridaycomefasterzzzzz". Perhaps it's because I took leave on Tuesday, and perhaps also because a few friends came over for dinner and a movie on Wednesday night, or perhaps someone came over for a while last night. It's more of "Yay, friday, can wear casual" and "whoa, it's sat already tomorrow". I need more of these weeks!

all curled up

I finally had someone to curl up to tonight (he had been cranky). It was great laying next to him, hearing his breathing. I occasionally turned, and he twitched in irritation of the disturbance hurhurhur. The best part about it was when he purred. The gentle vibrations were almost blissful! Who need uzap? I've got Alex!