Monday, December 27, 2010

2011 New year resolutionssssssss

New year resolution:

1) Quit smoking, as usual
2) Loose some weight, again as usual
3) Paying more attention to my mom
4) Ringing up my dad more often
5) Figure out what I want in my career
6) Pay off the XXX debts with NXX and KXX
7) Pay off my CC debts
8) Complain less with XXX
9) Make up my mind on XXX, whether its worth it at all
10) Last but not least, to love myself more

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Decision making

Please stop me in despising you... Live up the way LPY does... In grace and in honor

Thursday, December 9, 2010

Sharing session of my work: AUDIT

We had a work-related sharing session dinner in Jaya One. Throughout the dinner, we discussed on how we shall seek help from peers in order for us to get through the next peak period. I thought some of the small talks were funny and meaningful and wanted to keep it in my memory lane...

"S gives weird coaching notes. Sometimes he would just title the coaching note as J35. I scratched my head to figure out the message he was trying to bring out. He asked if it was that difficult for me to understand the coaching note, followed by PP's laughters at the back of his workstation. By J35, he was actually referring to the cell in my excel working paper. I think he's probably drunk when he's raising the coaching note to me" Quoted by LYY

"I once had a disastrous associate. I told him to vouch to some supporting documents. And he replied me, why don't you vouch it yourself. Me and the client went speechless" Quoted by LYY

"I have more patience than you, PY. If I tell you the associate is disastrous, SHE IS." Quoted by LYY

"Please help me to punch holes for the documents and file them in. She replied him, Do I look like a puncture to you?" Quoted by LYY

"If you ask me if I like audit. I do. But I hate the deadlines." Quoted by LYY

"We have to understand our role as an auditor. We do not create evidence. We gather evidence. It is the client's responsibility to make the evidence available to us. If it's not there, then it isn't. It is their role to prepare the schedules and reconciliations. Tell them, we are unable to prepare and self review, as that would not be independent." Quoted by AS

"Not coaching your team well = Deep shit for you." Quoted by AS

"When you snapped at your team members, you are jeopardizing your relationships with them. At the end of the day, that would not be beneficial to you." Quoted by AS

"If you ask me if I like audit. I do. But I hate my pay." Quoted by AS

"PY, your style would be to figure out things by yourself rather than seeking help from peers. As you think that it would be the faster way." Quoted by LC

"Certain clients purely enjoy torturing you. I think there are certain elements of personality imbalance in them. It is as though the more frustration, irritation, stress and unhappiness they create in you, the more satisfied they are. I do not understand where they are coming from." Quoted by ML

"There's a manager who likes to tell us to perform work based on assumptions. Isn't audit about evidence? Since when we start to perform our work based on assumptions?" Quoted by ML

"I can't stand a job which gives me too much personal time too. But not to the extend that I do not have any personal time." Quoted by SA

"I just want to have a minimal 6 hours sleep per day." Quoted by LPY

Monday, December 6, 2010

The petrol case

At quarter past five, I began to pack my belongings. I drove happily out of the client's premise as I was looking forward to my weekend get-away.

Five minutes later, I was in the middle of a traffic jam trying to get myself out of Shah Alam. Thirty minutes later, still in the middle of the jam and I was only less than 1km from where I began my journey... One hour later, still in the middle of the jam and my love for KL grew tremendously in every second of the jam (being sarcastic)... Two hours later, I managed to reach office.

Feeling relieved that my long journey had finally came to an end, I turned into the car park. As my car was making its way up the slope, the engine began to make a strange noise. And... my car ran out of gas. For the first time after driving for more than 10 years, my car ran out of gas!!!

With the help from a lady in her mid thirties, we managed to push my car to one corner. It wasn't a 100% kind gesture. I was merely creating a long queue, blocking everyone from their way out of the car park. Alright, I should not be rude. She may not have been truly sincere, but it was a gesture that I needed badly at that moment. Thank you though...

Then came a cute guy...(Yeah, I love this part). He was getting into his car and I approached him. He thought I just wanted to park my car at his lot. I told him, " Yes, I would like to park my car at your place but do you mind helping me to push my car into your lot?" Hysterical, yes it is. He stood there dumb founded for a second. I quickly added in, " My car ran out of gas and I need to catch a 10p.m flight." Who could resist me with such a good excuse? (laughing maliciously) Alright, I should not put it in an ungrateful way. I'm just trying to tell the story in a light-hearted way. He is cute and helpful. Hmm, I wonder if I can use that as an excuse to buy him a drink the next time I bump into him in the office... PY, stop fantasizing... Anyway, thank you Mr. Cutie ...

I made a few calls to my colleagues, desperately looking for help. Finally one of them responded to the poor me. Angelic him came over to save me out of my mess. I passed him my car keys and he solved the rest of the dilemma for me. I managed to hop into the bus and catch my flight. While I was on the way to the airport, it was made known to me that my colleague was actually in the middle of a movie when I called him. With that, I confirmed to myself that he owned a pair of wings and a golden hoop above his head. Otherwise, how could he have been the angle of the day? Alright, exaggerations do add-in some colors to my story. Don't they... Anyway, thanks a lot and I bought you the freaking expensive Godiva chocolates.

Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Status of my 5 Cs

I'm exhausted from work. The other day, I asked C if he finds value in the work that we do. He told me he does, surprisingly. And I thought to myself, I don't. Where is the value when all we ever rushed for was meeting the budget and personal KPIs, rather than delivering added values to clients.

Have been living in quite a comfort for the past few months. Living out of ignorance of the previous debts, I've seemed to committed myself to too much commitments. Sigh... Credits crashing on me again. I refused to myself silently, I shall not live the days where I wake up to worry about my daily expenses again.

AFU... Poor him. The jaw is scratched and there's a gap. I wonder when the day will come when I bring you to see the doc. Not that I don't want to, but I simply have no idea where to bring you to. If only there's a knight to save you from your pain at the moment. Alright.. I shall try harder in searching for your knight.

With WY probably moving out soon if her interview goes well in SG, I'm now scratching my head for another new housemate and another new cleanliness/messiness situation around my nest.. I began to day dream on buying my own place.......... For the first time in so many years, I'm finally ready to make a commitment to a roof. And I wonder if BT were right, I am in fact changing to another person.. Perhaps better person?

I own CC from HSBC, CIMB, PBB and Alliance. So long so for my future saving plans......

Monday, November 1, 2010

The art of Relationships & Lies

Had dinner with the girls at Damansara Village and it was all about gossips. It was filled with laughters that almost made me cry. On the other hand, I felt sad for one of the character of our gossips. It was actually a close friend of mine. I wonder if she was purely living out of ignorance or she had choose to live one. Hers... was a total tragic story. Summary of the story, she didn't earn much respect from her man and her disgrace was a laughing stock of us over our dinner. Damn ... I agree... We are indeed a bunch of bitches.

At the back of my mind, I wondered if I was the laughing stock of theirs few months back. Might as well not upset myself with that thought.

Felt that C was hinting to me that I was related to part of the story told. Once the dinner ended and we have gotten back into our cars, I started to question the other C again. Of a question which he had never answered me. And on this particular night, the sudden urge came for me to question him again. He finally admitted. Yes, he bitched about me in front of my good friend. When I further probed him what the conversation was all about. He just simply brushed the matter off with a tight hug, wet kiss and cliche phrase of.. "Sweetieee...."

Not that I don't like those actions and words. But sometimes these doesn't work. I gave him a chance to be honest, which I wasn't sure what I will get in return by him being honest. However, being girls always being girls, we love to dig... Yes, we do. Love digging the truth, the truth would hurt.

Once the matter was brushed off, I thought to myself silently. Perhaps I should just let go of the matter. After all, right this moment, we are indeed neck to neck on lying to each other. We both know we lie, be it a white lie or a selfish lie. But we do. If you can handle my lies without further questioning, I should as well... So long as we both continue do believe in each other, care about each other and love about each other with LIES....

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Time flies

Time flies do they? They do...

The last time I checked I was below 25. Today I checked, I'm turning 28 soon.. and reaching 30 in another 2 more years.

Achievement so far:
1) Car - Still driving a myvi when I strived to drive a BMW by the age of 30 when I was 18
2) Friends - Phew~ They are still the same people and we have yet to grow apart
3) Work - Not at the my comfortable level yet.
4) Boyfriend - Considered himself lucky if I've not smashed him yet another ashtray
5) Marriage - Referring to the above point 4, don't think any sane person would do so.

Not much achievements so far.. But then, tomorrow shall be another better and ironically hard day....

Friday, September 17, 2010

Someone's experience in Malacca.

There was once when I visited Malacca with my colleagues. We went for karaoke and I invited along my these two pretty girlfriends of mine from Malacca. My colleagues all went excited with the pretty girlfriends that I brought along. We were there drinking happily.

I went to the washroom and on my way back to our karaoke room, I passed by an empty room. I was really tired. I thought to myself, alright I'll just take a rest here. Just for awhile, just awhile will do.

And.... I dozed off. After don't know how many hours that I had dozed off, I woke up in a startle. I quickly returned to our room but to find that everyone had left without me. So I left the karaoke place and tried to get a cab to take me back to the hotel.

Unfortunately, in Malacca, its not easy to get a cab during wee hours. I walked on the street from one end to the other looking for a cab, but there were simply none. I felt slightly panicked. And I tell myself, "Alright, calm down..."

I saw a steamboat van and I told myself, to heck with it, I'll just have some food first. Thereafter, I tried asking the steamboat guy (whom is a bangladesh) if he knew the way back to the hotel. He didn't know the way or perhaps he didn't know what I was talking about.

Next, I saw a police patrol car right in front of a 7-eleven store. I approached them telling them that I'm from KL and I came to Malacca for a business trip. While having drinks with my bosses, I fell asleep. Now all my bosses have left the place and I have no idea how to get back to my hotel. And neither could I get a cab to send me back. I asked if it is fine for them to give me a ride.

The inspector asked what do I do for living. I told him I'm an accountant. He further questioned which company do I work for. I told them I work in BNM. I convinced them to send me back to my hotel.

On our way back to my hotel, the Inspector started asking me on how to do tax filling as he was afraid that he didn't do it properly. Upon reaching my hotel, he still wouldn't stop asking me on how to do tax filling....

Imagine, I had an inspector to send me back to my hotel and he wouldn't stop asking me on how to do tax filling. That was quite an experience. Totally hysterical.

And for once, this is not about me and this did not happen to me. I guess there are people who more f**k up than me, after a couple of drinks. :)

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Another one of those PY nights

Woke up in the morning with a terrible headache and hangover, why am I not surprised...

Tried very hard to recall last night... Bits of flashback here and there. Alas, I just can't remember the body of the story. Why bother, I tell myself. But the other side of me replied, of course you need to remember. It's not healthy living 2 nights a week of not remembering stuff.

Hit the bed for the second time in a much more peaceful way, and I was totally knocked out with fatigue. Woke up few hours later to realize that I was running late for AFU's service appointment. Took a glance at my phone and noted the missed calls. Damn, I was so deadly asleep that I couldn't hear WY's calls at all. There goes my driver for the day.

Quickly beeped my back-up driver. Phew~ He can make it. While sending me home, he commented that I smelled like a walking bottle of whiskey. Embarrassed. I simply brushed off the comment saying that I was drinking with colleagues last night. I told a 50% true statement. I was indeed drinking. With... HELL and HEAVEN.

Things to do for the rest of the day. To catch up with work, though I'm on leave. On second thought, while waiting for the hangover to move itself away from me, I might as well be a couch potato and catch up with my drama series. I felt like I've totally been run over by a truck.

Half watching the movie and half day dreaming, a zillion questions and thoughts ran over my mind. The Who, When, Where, Why and How.... They just seemed to have occupied my mind, uninvited.

Late in the evening, I began to catch up with my work. Managed to complete within the budgeted time? Of course not. I really need to work out a way to juggle this crazy workload and lifestyle of mine.

Lesson learnt for the day. NONE. Going to live another night where I can't recall the body of the story? PROBABLY AGAIN. Till the day comes when I'm condemned by it. I NEED THIS. Otherwise, I"m quite a handful. AT TIMES.

Saturday, September 11, 2010

A secret

The whispers in my ear...

The flush on my cheeks...

I'm going crazy...

Monday, September 6, 2010

10 Best Places to Make Love

Quoted from Cosmopolitan

1. In the laundry room 29% of people have done it
X - Never dated anyone who owns a laundry room. I recently own a laundry room. But then, laundry room? Too American style...

2. In your parents' bedroom 34% of people have done it

3. In a tent 37% of people have done it
X - The last time I went camping, I was only 12. That's a bit young right. Please, I'm not a pervert.

4. At a park 42% of people have done it

5. On the kitchen table 48% of people have done it
X - Not bad a fantasy huh

6. In the woods 49% of people have done it
X - Doing that in Malaysia, you'll probably end up with DENGGI

7. In the pool or a body of water 54% of people have done it
X - Water sex can actually dry up your lubrication. Quoted by Cosmopolitan

8. In your childhood bedroom 65% people have done it

9. In a car 80% of people have done it

10. In the shower or bathtub 82% of people have done it
X - Just didn't

All the "Y"s... No comment. P&C :P

Thursday, August 26, 2010

The supposedly 40,000 words comment from NotSniw

A friend of mine prompted me on MSN telling me that he had written a 40,000 words comment on one of my post here. However, due to some technical error, the comment was not captured in my post. Out of curiosity I asked him to rewrite. Unfortunately, he was unable to do that, as he couldn't recall word by word the essay-alike comment. I further questioned him on what the content was all about, and here goes...

NotSniw says:
let me recall
" you have done well , that proves you to another big step , carry all the sweet memories with you leave the sad ones
then onwards...
too many i cant recall

PY says:
out of the 40000 words u wrote
u can only recall less than 20

NotSniw says:
actually i just wrote 20

PY says:
ok.. u dun want to rewrite
i blog it for u

So here goes one post for you NotSniw!

Friday, August 13, 2010

I was once a Grade A student and employee untill.....

You know what? I've always been the Grade A student in school. I've gotten 6As in my SPM (alright, in those days 6As is quite a good result. But not today, I know... ), 7As in my PMR and full As in my UPSR.


Yeah, I was kinda of a Grade A student in school.


And none of my friends have ever thought of me as a loser. They have always thought that it was a wonder how I could be so playful and yet excelled in my studies.


And my ex-bosses have always commented to me that I was a high performer in work...


After I joined my current company. I got off at the wrong foot.. Things had not been easy. With that kind of a situation, of course I would be upset as I had always been lucky with studies and career. At this sad turning point of your life, it would have been much comforting if there's someone whom would give you the moral support that you desperately needed. And guess what I've gotten? "You are a loser that cannot be further motivated other than alcohol..." And I went... WHAT THE FUCK?????

wakakakakkakakka.... come on.... Let's pretend that you are 'Lan lai fu ng siong pek' (direct translation from canton) right here at this escalator. I would like to see you do that..

Hello??? I was considered as a Grade A student okay......

And we finished off the conversation with laughter so hard that tears almost rolled down my cheeks...

Sunday, August 8, 2010

Some sarcasm to cheer me up

As I was lying at home and getting myself wasted when it was barely three in the evening, a good friend buzzed me up, "Hey, come join us for lunch in Scotch." Holding on my i-phone, I paused for a second. Then half-heartedly, I agreed to show up. Well, I don't really have a choice but to satisfy the curious minds of these good friends.

After being a coach potato for more than two days and finishing the half-dozen or more can of beers, I pulled myself up. Throw on a pair of Roxy beach-shorts which I got from Bali and the H&M spring colours halter top that I got from Hong Kong. I arrived there looking hot and altogether, or so I thought.

I sat myself in Scotch. There were four of us. The polite one showed me a caring and concern face. The others, they were grinning at me like one kind. The closest of all, broke the silence. Half giggling, she asked, "So, would you like to tell us what happened?"

I refused for a few minutes. But after only the first few sips of my beer, I began...

"Apparently... I'm an alcoholic, drug addict, risk taker, gambling addict and a shopaholic."

One of them replied, "Well, among ourselves. Alcoholic would be J. Drug addict would be S. Risk taker would be R. Gambling addict would be me. And Shopaholic would be C."

And she went on, "Too bad. I think you have accumulated all the bad traits on to yourself. How did you manage to do that?"

That was a good one. For the first time after two days, I laughed my heart out.

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

My heart skipped a beat

AOH : sum1 skipped a beat!
PY : Yeah.. i did i did
PY : hahah
AOH : PY siapa ?
PY : it was exactly tat kind of beat tat we were talking about..
AOH : y tersuddenly
PY : haha.. dun want to tell.. just sumone wu liao... its not possible.. just a crush only..
AOH : wu liao?
AOH : ahaha
AOH : siap aut
AOH : cleaner ah?
PY : haha.. no lar
PY : shy~
PY : dun want~
PY : hehehehhe

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

Some kind of a de javu

I dreamt this during wee hours on the 9th of July...

The dream began in a public restroom. I was inside one of the stalls with open ceilings. Opposite me, I saw a peeping tom watching another woman from the top of the stall. The man gazed over to my side and spotted me watching his peering. I was frightened, rather than the peeping tom. I quickly pulled up my pants and made a quick exit from the public washroom. The man began to chase after me. Somehow in my dream, the peeping tom has now turned into a raper. I was running for my life. Terrified.

I woke up with cold sweat all over my forehead. The first person that came to my mind was him. Thought of ringing him up so that he would give me some kind of a comfort and I would be able to return to a peaceful sleep. Tried searching for my cell through the vast darkness of the room. Couldn't locate it. Resorted to return to sleep and it wasn't appropriate to wake him up during those wee hours.

The next morning, I woke up with a terrible headache and a cell which had ran out of its battery. Rushed myself to work and arriving in the office late. After I plucked in my charger, I quickly switched on my cell. Launched "what's app", looking for his routine morning greetings. Instead, I received messages which was the least of what I've expected.

While I was having the horrible dream last night, he was... I wondered if it would have been different if I did make that mid-night call to him. What difference would it make? (stupid) I would've probably ended up with an unanswered call while he was fuming there..

I felt that there were some signs behind the nightmare. Out of curiosity, I googled... "Signs of dreams" And I got these from

Man If he is misshapen and sour-visaged, you will meet disappointments and many perplexities will involve you.

Terror To dream that you feel terror at any object or happening, denotes that disappointments and loss will envelope you.

Running If you run from danger, you will be threatened with losses, and you will despair of adjusting matters agreeably.

Rape For a young woman to dream that she has been the victim of rape, foretells that she will have troubles, which will wound her pride, and her lover will be estranged.

Just thought that the whole dream was so... de javu.

Friday, July 16, 2010

A pat in the shoulder

It's good to have a pat in the shoulder when you need it absolutely. Didn't expect it coming.... Had least expected it to come from J. But it does help. Thanks.

Thursday, July 15, 2010

You do? You don't? You do? You don't?

What's the worst that can happen? I barely know by this point of time. Not believing that he doesn't feel a pinch for you because by holding on stubbornly, a miracle might happen. And I shall continously live in self-deception.

Lies. I think I've lived to believe it all from you. In fact, when you failed to further conceal, all I asked for was just an apology. But you remained silent for hours which seemed to have taken forever to pass by.

The first few words that came out of your mouth was,"For whatever that has happened, please don't scold my friends for telling me about what you've blogged." I wasn't planning to in the first place. Not because I'm a forgiving person. Because I knew, that was just an excuse for yourself to walk out once and for all. I could literally hear the sound of my heart cracking, that you once again, didn't bother if this is the end.

Out of desperation, I reached out to hurt myself. You thought I was overwhelmed with TVB dramas and has therefore reached out to hurt myself. But in fact, by hurting myself physically, I think it somehow overcome the pain in my heart.

Friends have told me that perhaps I tend to live in my own world. Not bothering what others think but only believing in my own thoughts. Despite all that have been said by others, I do believe my thoughts are the true situation. You do care for me. You do? You don't? You do? You don't? This is exactly what went through my mind. But I would always conclude to myself, you do care. Maybe I could use a cold shower to wake myself up. He doesn't. Even after I typed this, I would still think to myself, maybe he does. Perhaps I need more than one cold shower. Or I need someone to slap me in the face to wake me up from this fantasy that I've created for myself.

I was practically begging for another chance from you, though at the back of my mind, I thought to myself, "What have I done wrong? Why should I even give up in something that I treasure? Isn't it how relationship are supposed to work? Despite the dramatic rows, we should always try to work things out so long as we still do feel for each other?"

Rebellious and spoilt. You quote me as that for numerous times. Sigh, if I'm spoilt why am I even holding on? I would have moved-on long time ago for someone whom will without a second-thought, but to keep me spoilt.

Why wouldn't I let go? There are times when I did, I really did. But once you showed me the tiniest sight of care, I would happily hop back into your arms, just like a puppy hungry of love and care from an owner.

And tears wouldn't stop rolling down my cheeks. I still remember the first time when I shed a tear for you, I thought to myself, I shouldn't be doing this. I shouldn't throw my wholeself to another man again. As though it was not enough from what the previous one have done to me. But god knows of what punishment he has held for me, I shed tears for you more than I thought I could.

You looked me into my eyes and tell me, "You're insane. You are real insane." If I am, I look forward to the day when sanity makes its way back to me............

And for all that I've said, none of it is new to you. You knew it all the way, but yet I couldn't figure out why you've waited so long to tell me cruelly that you don't bother and shall not bother again.

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

Left and returned

The first time I've heard about you, was through friendster. And on that very first time I heard you, I secretly wished you were mine.

There after, I began stalking you on every possible chance. Building courage for myself to approach you and thinking hard to myself on ways to approach you.

Few months later, I introduced myself to you and that was when we built our bond together, strong and stronger as the days past by. And that was in year 2006.

And for all these years, you've done so much for me........ You were there for me when I failed my ACCA exam for the first time.

You were there nuturing me when my heart was broken into a thousand pieces by the first bastard in my life.

You were there to listen when most of my good friends have turned their back against me due to my bad temper.

You were there with your most sincere blessings, when I was madly in-love again.

You were there encouraging me neither to give up nor to feel inferior when I was at a lower edge of my career.

You were there listening to my endless laments of the 2nd bastard in my life.

I left you for a harsh comment from the 2nd bastard in my life.

I'm sorry that I've been mistreating you. You deserve a special place in my heart no matter how others think of you in a disapproving way. And you are ... PY's Little Blackbook. The vestigial part of me.

Saturday, July 10, 2010

Some pinch of craziness on one friday afternoon

I just never learnt how to let go... My kindergarden teacher should have thought me that as my first two words, rather than A for apple and B for ball.

It got all teary and ugly. People passing by me must have thought I've gone crazy.

Thursday, July 1, 2010


Got promoted today. Which was something that I've been looking forward for a very long time.

Friday, June 18, 2010


Wrote one heck of a story in here.

Had never deleted a single post of mine. And this shall be the first time. Well, those bitches do have a point there. If it was meant to be private, why not just hide it...

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Bad day

Had a very bad day today. Arrived late to work on a very important day. I'm not a morning person and have always barely managed to reach to work punctually. Punctually would be defined as 9 a.m in my case. But today is another total disaster. Woke up to realise that I had numerous missed calls while I was happily living in the land of nod.

Of course there were no harsh words from neither my superiors nor my bosses. But yet, I left myself a very bad impression.

On my way home, I started to recall my day or my achievements for the past 1 or 2 years... Pretty heart-breaking it is. I realised I have achieved none from all aspects of my life.

Have joined my current company since 2008 with very much motivation back then thinking that it would have been a whole new challenging and interesting industry. But alas, things aren't as sweet as I thought it would have been.

Initially I thought I started off at the wrong foot or maybe it was just another cultural clash that I would eventually overcome and blend into. But I didn't. Up till today I still didn't. Pretty disappointing... At this moment, I literally felt myselfing shouting to the rest of the world at the top of my lungs, "I really DID try my best. Can you guys just give me a break????"

Monday, March 22, 2010

Dumb ass?

Realised that my memories or brain power is getting weaker these days. Have always thought of myself as pretty brilliant ( ahem, mind me.. but that's what they say, irregardless of whether they were just being nice or they were being honest).

When I was younger, it was so much easier to fetch comments such as,

"Ooh, what a smart girl!"

"Ooh, you are such a fast learner!"

"Ooh, you've got pretty satisfactory results though you are lazy. Bet you could get flying colors if you are hardworking!"

"Ooh, you are street-wise!"

"Ooh, what a good idea. Never strike me untill you mentioned so!"

Darn all the sugar-coating compliments and these days what I get are,

"Huh, can you be faster?"

"Huh, you've forgotten again?"

"Huh, you still don't understand?"

"Huh, you actually know how this work? I'm surprised."

"Huh, you want to take the IQ test? I'm just afraid that you'll be offended when you realised you got lower score than me."


It's either the alcohol killing my braincells or my parents spoilt me too much and lured me into believing I was smart.

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Series of my nightmare

I had this nightmare few weeks ago. If I were able to describe it vividly here, you probably won't believe as we all know, how clearly can we remember our dreams? Be it a sweet dream or a nightmare.

To put it short, the summary would be:

Carmen wanted to move out from us with short notice. Taken by shock, I asked where she was moving to. She told me she was moving back to Pelangi (our previous shelter before us moving into our current home). Agonized that we have to now start to search for another new housemate within the short notice given. And that was what I dreamt the other day...
P.S: Carmen, no offence. Somehow you just came up in my dream as the main character of the story.

I had this nightmare last night:

Don't remember a single thing from the dream. The only thing that I know is I woke up with a terrified me and cold sweat all over my forehead. I was simply terrified. Took a look at my room and was left with no choice but to embrace myself with the vast darkness and loneliness. At that point of time, I wished for a roommate or him to be around, badly. Couldn't fall back to sleep after that. And that was what I dreamt the other day...

Monday, February 8, 2010

Not being focus...

Occassionally I would still feel the pinch in my heart. But then, taking one step backwards and I thought to myself: What's the big deal? What other worse thing could happen?

Don't even know what I'm thinking, typing or deciding anymore. Anyway, why do I bother...

Friday, January 22, 2010

Our addiciton to FACEBOOK

Signs of our addiction to FACEBOOK:

1. When you reached your workstation in the morning and switched on your pc: The first thing you did, launched IE and typed the following words into the address bar: WWW.FACEBOOK.COM

And started announcing to the rest of the world how blue you were on a monday, how congested the traffic was while you were on your way to work, how little sleep you had last night with yourself feeling how much sleepy at the moment... etc etc.

2. Right before or after lunch time, you launched IE again and typed the following words into the address bar: WWW.FACEBOOK.COM

And start playing around with your Mafia Wars, Restaurant City, Texas Holdem Poker, Farmville, Castle Age, Cafe World... etc etc.

3. Minutes before you left your office or upon arrival at home, you launched IE yet again and typed the following words into the address bar: WWW.FACEBOOK.COM

And start lamenting about your bastardy boss(es), bitchy client(s) or lazy colleague(s).. Or worst case: 3 in 1.

4. Eyes drooping before you hit bed, you lauched IE and for the umpteenth times in your day, typed the following words into the address bar: WWW.FACEBOOK.COM

And begin to share "What's on your mind?". Be it your honest blunt thoughts, or shy subtle thoughts, or faking-it dramatic thoughts...

5. Other ad-hoc signs of your addiction: When you saw something which intrigued you even at the slightest, you would think to yourself, "Hey, I should snap this photo/video down and post it on FACEBOOK or; You had nothing else better to do other than stalking your primary school friends, high school friends, college friends, colleagues, friends, boyfriends/girlfriends, ex-boyfriends/girlfriends, soon-to-be boyfriends/girlfriends and worst.. family... on FACEBOOK or; You couldn't wait to update your networks, relationship status or friends list on FACEBOOK or: etc etc ...

Wondered if they should set up a FACEBOOKHOLIC-REHAB, which is definitely gonna do better than alcoholic-rehab, workaholic-rehab, shopaholic-rehab.

Monday, January 18, 2010


Staring blankly at the monitor. Lost in thoughts. Lost in feelings. Lost in the sadness.

Thought to myself, it wasn't such a big issue, was it? After all, nothing happened. Why do I need to be so stubborn.

Just have to get over the urge to mend things up.

Being rational is the key word here. If the vodka-s are not strong enough, slap yourself in the face, in order to keep your thoughts straight.

Friday, January 1, 2010

Our first day of 2010... Already very dramatic jor...

So on the 1st day of 2010, we decided to give a fresh start to our never ending slimming plan. Me, WaiYi and Carmen (after buckets of our persuading) decided to go for a jog at TTDI park. Carmen was kinda amazed with the park (her first time being there).

After approximately 20 minutes of jogging, we were panting and sweating like one kind. Yeah, I know, we aren't exactly the outdoor type (most girls aren't anyway, nothing to be ashamed of). The next plan, of course a cold shower and hearty dinner.

Various suggestions on what to have for dinner and we finally made up our mind: BAK KUT TEH IN KEPONG... YUMMY! So there and then, we were riding in WaiYi's car. Carmen was complaining about her sleepiness, followed by some yawns. She decided to take a nap and requested me and WaiYi to wake her up upon arrival. Me and WaiYi jokingly said as if the ride to Kepong was a very long journey.

But in fact, it WAS a very LONG JOURNEY. WaiYi was asking me if she should take the left exit. I said yes. But still, she missed the exit. And I thought to myself, "Oh SHIT!" Let me describe WaiYi: She is a girl whom is quite short sighted but unwilling to wear neither contact lens nor spectacles and still dare to drive at night.

So we went all the way down MRR2 to the roundabout with exits to rawang and kuala lumpur and made a u-turn to go back to Kepong. On the way, WaiYi almost hit two Indian fellows standing in the middle of the road, another dangerous consequence of she refusing to wear spectacles while driving at night. But being a good and nice friend, of course I told her, "Yeah. The skin colour so dark. Should not have stood in the middle of the road at night." (Don't get me wrong, we are not racists. Again, I need to emphasize, I was being a good and nice friend :P)

Finally arriving at the bak kut teh stall to realise it's drizzling, which left us with limited tables. So we went typical Chinese style, stood next to the occupied but soon to be vacant table and waited impatiently for those customers to leave. And the irritating part was, the UNCLE loudly said that he wanted to spend some time sipping his tea though he knew we were standing there waiting...

Secured ourselves a table. Some foreign worker took our orders with some cantonese that we could hardly understand. On top of that, when dinner was served, I made numerous requests for extra soup but they failed to respond promptly. I lost my temper and raise my voice to the lady boss, "Si tao poh!!! I requested soup very long ago!!! It's not here yet!!!" And I'm pretty sure the other customers sitting next to us were taken by shock (Yeah, I was never the soft spoken type).

By the time we finished our dinner, it was almost 10.00 pm. There goes the long dramatic story of our first day of 2010.