Random Things That Piss Me Off...

1. A certain Taiwanese celebrity by the name of BARBIE
How she got that name really beats me. It's a wonder how her showbiz career can actually flourish with that sorta bimbotic name. Cruel fact is, she IS famous over there in Taiwan. Guess certain Taiwanese have weird taste, eh? And no, she doesn't look like Barbie at all, Creepie is more like it. Her acting sucks big time too.

2. Ridiculously stupid girls talking on cellphones at the bus/taxi stands
Actually, I only ran into one of them that I REALLY hate. So just forget about the plural form, will ya? The story goes as one day I was crossing the road to get home. A girl carrying plastic bags and files with her was yakking away on her cell. Nothing wrong with that. Problem was, she was blocking the way to get to the staircase. I walked around her and before I knew it, a magenta-coloured plastic bag was flying right at my face. Luckily, yours truly reacted fast enough to stop the confounding missile in mid-air with a raise of my right hand. I turned to my right just in time to hear the girl apologizing to me profusely. Turned out she was trying to hail a damn cab so she simply shot out her arm without bothering to check if anyone was behind her! How dumb can a homo sapien get? I mean, it was obvious that route was a busy one at that time of the day! And she couldn't have missed that because there were always a massive group of people crossing the road after they alight from buses. As I wasn't smacked right in the face, I let it go. Else, you'll see a corpse with a magenta plastic bag sprawled across the taxi stand in front of O.M. Fruits Juice on Jln Genting Klang.

3. Losers with and overdose of smelly "perfume"
Right before I ran into the stupid-talking-on-the-cellphone girl, I was on the bus and someone got on, I think it was a guy, with an overwhelming smell of his cheap perfume. It was a familiar smell that was ubiquitous but an overdose can certainly kill the kind folks (like me) around you, okay? I was so dizzy cooped up in the bus that I ran into the No. 2 calamity above straight after I got off the bus. Guess I wasn't walking properly because of the head-spinner.

4. PMS with flu in hibernation
Yeah I got it. TWO MONTHS in a row, gracious! Flu in hibernation means they are probably somewhere in my system just waiting to break loose and cause riot in my ever-so-healthy body. I get headaches and the feeling as though a fever is well on its way but it never comes. Geez, just let me get it over with, okay? On top of that, I'm losing blood!

5. Slow walkers who block my way
I'm tellin' ya, that taxi stand near my house might be cursed! It was drizzling so I didn't bother using my umbrella (Note: I was having a headache, a fever was brewing). A girl holding a brolly in front of me was walking quite slowly (probably because her pins were a bit short). I was gonna cut in front of her but by some inexplicable phenomena, my ankle bent and I landed as a crumple on the tar-coated sidewalk. I was cursing under my breath when a kind Indian gentlemen (younger than me, I assume), reached down and helped me to my feet. To this kind young man, I apologize for my probably scary facial expression that probably kept you back afterward. I didn't mean that, I was gonna thank you but I couldn't seem to twist the scowl into a grateful smile in time.

6. Scabs that stick to tissues/cotton pads
After episode No.5, I dressed up my wounds with yellow antiseptic and some cotton pads. I only covered my wounds with these when I sleep, in case I accidentally hurt it again in my dreams. Next morning, the scab stuck to the pad just a wee bit. I was dressing for work and was gonna wear long jeans so I thought I'd just cover up the wounds as well and wedged a piece of toilet paper in between the wound and the pad. When I got home that evening, I realized in horror that the scab was firmly stuck to the tissue paper. I tried tearing it away but my scab went with it. It was so painful that I let out a loud groan. Lucky no one was home. Long time since I last fell and injured myself, guess that explains for the lack of pain-endurance. After I peeled of the scab, my reddish pink and watery frail flesh was exposed. I really dunno how the guy in Long Khong survived after his skin was burnt and subsequently wiped away with a wet cloth.

Again!!!

Had a major fight with Shyan yesterday, which was a Sunday. Geez, of all days! We were heading to Times Square for some aimless loitering. Heat was slowly building while we were hunting for a space in the parking lot. We were already up to level 7 WITHOUT a damn parking space!

Then I suggested we go down to the basement carpark if we can't find a space. Maybe I said it one time too many, shoot my mouth. Before that I was advising him not to leave his bags onboard unattended with robbing cases so prevalent nowadays. I also told him to lock his doors right after he gets on the car. Yeah I know was being naggy, especially while he was driving. But it wasn't the first time I advised him and he never takes heed. That was why I went on and on. Gee, I'm morphing into my mom.

Anyway, he wasn't happy with my suggestion and we went quiet. The firestarter was when his car ran into a bump in the carpark and he started yelling like a barbarian...in the car. I genuine hated that so I made some snide remarks and he totally lost it.

Gee, I don't think I wanna go on with this because it's gonna be really long. All I can say is, the fight ended with me crying in his arms after hurling abuse at each other for quite some time. So we didn't get to loiter at all, in fact we drove straight back and the fight stretched well into the car and into my house 3 hours later. He went to the cybercafe to cool off in-between.

I'm just glad that our fights always ends with us apologizing to each other. That means some kinda compromise and understanding are achieved.

Taiwan Sister

OMG! Today I was told by the N-th person that I resemble a 台妹 tai2 mei4. That person is none other than my AD - Kenny. I might as well go die!

In case you're wondering what is tai mei (feminine) or tai ke (masculine), well, it's like the Taiwanese equivalent of the local lala, ah beng, ah seng (masculine),si ham, ah lian (feminine), etc.

I have absolutely nothing against this group of people okay. However, it always comes as a shock (not to mention hurt) to have other people place me under that category because I never thought of myself that way. Although I bear no grudge to them, being one of them is completely a different matter. I SO don't wanna be one of them!

Let's see how many decided that the gloves are off and called me that. Hmmm...there's my very own elder brother and sister, the Indian guy working at the mamak stall near my house (he said it indirectly), my AD, who else, I remember there being more than this but I can't remember the exact number and who they are.

Anyways, can't help it if it's in my blood *sob sob*. Guess I just have to face up to reality. Can anyone please tell me a way to make myself less of a tai mei? On second thoughts, I probably won't be able to keep at it, given my lazy character.

I've always loved Taiwan but I'm not sure this is the way I wanna get even remotely close to the Taiwanese lifestyle. But what can I do, right?

Slumber Land

When I was in primary school, 7 years old to be exact, a bloody incident between me and my classmate happened during PE class. We girls were assigned by the teacher to place broom sticks (minus the broom head, of course, just the sticks) on top of huge skittles so that they act as hurdles which we could jump over. Don't ask me why we didn't have proper hurdles, I dunno either. My school was probably dirt poor for all I know.

Anyway, one of the boys (who was the crush to half of the female population in my class, in fact) just kept bugging me and my friend doing our task. Being the hot-headed little girl I was, I picked up one of the sticks and aimed at him. I threatened that if he didn't bug off pronto, I'd make sure the stick gets glued to his temple in the vertical position. He backed off about 3 feet away and kept pushing off the sticks we had so diligently arranged on top of the skittles. The job wasn't easy cos the top of the skittles was a bit rounded so the sticks can fall off easily. With one simple swipe, the jerk just ruined the balancing act we've so slaverishly put together.

Without thinking, I launched the stick into the air like a javelin, only it went straight, not up. Everything suddenly seemed to go into slow-motion. I expected the boy to evade the attack. He crumpled to the ground just as slowly, as if in a dream. Then red fluid oozed out of his forehead and the PE teacher was at his side in a breath. My other classmates also rushed to his side. He was now just a doll lying flat in the teacher's arms, he was conscious, though. Only me and my friend stuck out like a sore thumb. Then my friend whispered to me that I was in trouble. Yeah, no need to be reminded of that.

I don't remember how the rest of the day passed. But I went back scared, even though I tried very hard to control my thoughts from running wild. Every time I heard the sound of siren, I'd think the cops were after me. The siren could had belonged to an ambulance for all I know but I didn't care. Only thing I could do was sleep.

So I slept.

I woke up later that night feeling a whole truck-load better. Next day, everything was fine again. I was surprised no one even mentioned what happened. The boy also took it extremely well. We were still friends who played together during recess. No parents came either.

On the eve of the PMR Geography exam, I crammed like mad - sucking information from the text and reference books hungrily. I hated Geo. I had like 8 or 9 more chapters to go and the exam was next morning. How I wished I had Doraemon's special bread or pen! Well, suckers get tired too so I had no choice but to retire to bed, leaving a few chapters outstanding.

I finished the exam firmly believing I would have been touched by God himself if I passed it with a C. Two months later, I picked up my PMR result slip in the school hall with 6As 1B printed on it. Holy Cow! For almost all of the subjects, I studied only the night before the actual exams.

I came to the conclusion that sleep is a life-saver.

Now, I hardly have enough sleep to save my life.

Devil in the Making

Been in a rather horny mood lately. Long time since I last updated my x-rated vids database. Therefore, I promptly took action and made a pilgrimage (don't curse me, pious people, it's against your Lord) to Cheryl's house in order to extract my desired content from Billy's computer.

I acquired a grand total of 6 VCDs that night. The following nights I just locked myself in my ever-cosy room and watched all I want. Shutting myself from the outside world to concentrate. Chuckle. My housemates probably think I'm dead inside. Hmmm...not so likely because I come out too.

I would recommend Japanese AVs against the mat salleh ones. Apparently, the boobs of the girls in white x-rated films look so fake and stiff I think one would faint and possibly get a severe head concussion if hit by those stuff. You see, Japanese girls are so cute and pretty, not to mention innocent, to look at and most importantly, their boobs look so soft and supple. Most of them are gigantic too!

Haha no I'm not a lesbian but I love checking out other girls too! It's normal for us girl to do that k! Unlike guys who are typically so biased they dunno how to appreciate other guys with great attributes. Egoism. However, I gotta admit that to be appreciated by other male species for their abilities, the guy has got to be magnificent.

Anyway, got nothing to share, really, except the fact that I'm having horns growing outta me skull...