tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82859772011-04-22T05:58:14.991+08:00A lost nerd masquerading as a bimbo... or is it the other way round?Bubbleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10700464991959995263noreply@blogger.comBlogger821100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285977.post-57971170587063945142009-05-10T22:04:00.003+08:002009-05-10T22:16:37.250+08:00

I get this question a lot nowadays, "How does it feel to be a mom?" Well its hard to imagine that this little person could cause me so much anxiety, great loss of sleep, I'd even had to skip makeup sometimes in order to dress her up (imagine that!).

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After weeks of impatience and a ton of pain, my little girl finally came out to brace the world. There wasn't a lot of emotion or tears on my part, because i already love her wholeheartedly for nine months, i'm just glad to be able to hold her in my arms instead of "smuggling a basketball" as some people puts it. Confinement - is the worst. My advice would be marry a non-(traditional) chinese,

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Sometimes its too easy to forget the pleasures we derive from simple things. Waking up next to you and being hugged like i'm the most the precious thing in the world, nothing gets better than that.I hope i won't ever take that for granted.

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We were just skimming on the topic of marriage during a phone conversation when my heart decided to intervene. I clutched my chest and managed to croak "Wait...my heart is beating like crazy!"After a few long seconds of palpitations usually reserved for accidental occasions where i OD-ed on caffeine, it finally returned to normalcy."Phew...I'm okay now.""Was the attack triggered by that word?",

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I just might have to confess where I standCoz lately you make me weaker in the kneesAnd you race through my veins baby, every time you're close to meTake me away to places I ain't seenThey say you got a hold on me, yeah, and I won't disagree-Kate Voegele "I Won't Disagree"-Oh yeah, lately i've been rendered into a pile of love sick mess.

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My sister has been nagging me forever to go to this chic restaurant that is a mouthful to pronounce. To celebrate our reunion with Min and Chris, I jumped at the chance to bring the gang there.Spotted on the wall, i'm in love with this place already...sigh...Don't ask me why is everyone in black. I'm beginning to think its our Friday night uniform.In true spirit of our girls-get-together, we

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A little reminder from Charzy that i'm still loved.I don't know why it took some time to register that you were actually referring to me, but yes, we are definitely neighbours and best friends for life.

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That's it. I can't stand it anymore. I'll have to shoot the next (non-single) person who tells me that being a single girl about town is "so much fun".Who do you rely on to carry your heavy shopping? Who do you call when you are hopelessly lost on the road? Who do you "pretty please" when some menial task needs to be done? Who do you hug and never want to let go when everything goes wrong?I have

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what constitutes a "right" decision when it is not only causing yourself, but the person you loved so much pain? this is the thought that i've been struggling with for the past month, hell of a month.i felt it was truly unfair to him when he so wanted to marry me in the near future but i can't imagine spending the rest of our lives together. i don't trust myself because i know i will hurt him

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my beloved sister brought home the old virus-infected PC and somehow took my shiny new laptop in exchange. that's what eldest sibling are for, putting up with sh*t. anyway, that old PC was especially dear because it kept me company throughout 4 years of university. so i decided to clean-up the viruses, and that decision alone caused me three days of pain. being such a good friend, i'm going to

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sorry about the temporary lockdown, i was suppose to be working on a new layout in conjunction with the new URL, but as usual nothing ever gets done because the author is easily distracted. and boy, does she gets distracted by shopping lately.so i woke up the day after my birthday, realizing with a shock that my credit card payment is due tomorrow. wouldn't it be great if banks can provide gift

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so my trip had came to an end, but not before one final blast of a weekend. my new best buddy brought me to a comedy club, you know like the ones that we see on TV with the stand-up comedians making fun of the audience, which made me kinda worried that i might not be able to pick up the references in the joke, or worse, laugh at something at isn't meant to be funny. the club turned out to be a

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Five months of stay in the states, cotton-brained me is still unable to get the time zone right. during a phone call with my mom, she was asking me for the hundredth time my arrival date in KL.me: i told you already, i'm arriving on merdeka day afternoon.mom: good, that's on friday. are you sure? remember to confirm with the airlines.me: don't worry, i'm very sure.mom: then when is your last day

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Its amazing how time flies. Six months seems like a sentence at first. But another month to go and i will be back in good ol' Malaysia again. And the truth is, i am a little heavy hearted to leave this beautiful sunny state. they say pictures can tell a thousand words...My very first visit to DisneylandDisneyland - where dreams come true! Tinkerbell, i look like a humongous pumpkin in the picture

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Pretty piggie tagged me eons ago, i hope its worth the wait for her. and i know i've been a lazy blogger, but the masterpiece is coming, i promise! for the meantime, as a token of apology, i present to you, mah booty!there were several attempts earlier to take picture of me in my jammies, but i almost couldn't figure out which way is up while flipping the photos. on the good side, at least i can

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usually when i had a crazy and long day at work, i would drag my tired self back home, sit at the dining table and unload my woes to my mom while she heats up my dinner. she would nod emphathetically each time, and assured me that i've handled the situation best that i could. as i eat the food that she prepared and thoughtfully saved for me, it occurs to me that my mom's work never stop. even

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alright alright...here are the pictures as promised.the place where i'm staying is an hour's drive away from LA. as you can see, i was sorely disappointed when we entered LA city for the first time. the buildings just seemed so aged and...err..on the low side?the famous Hollywood Boulevard where the walk of fame is located. there are lots of street performances as well as people in costumes

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She said I think I'll go to Boston...I think I'll start a new life,I think I'll start it over, where no one knows my name,I'll get out of California, I'm tired of the weather,I think I'll get a lover and fly em out to Spain...I think I'll go to Boston,I think that I'm just tiredI think I need a new town, to leave this all behind...I think I need a sunrise, I'm tired of the sunset,I hear it's nice

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as usual, the year end is a blurry of activities. early every year i would make the same promise to myself, this christmas and new year will be a meaningful one. but end up same ol' foam spray, same ol' whiskey and same ol' hugging strangers you know you'll never meet again... *sigh*less than 2 months after my car accident with a lorry, i met with another accident today, this time a 3-car pile up

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it was 8 in the morning, and 3 guys were peering closely at me over breakfast. "She still looks the same without makeup." they concluded approvingly."Very dark eye circles though..." one guy added.today is the third day of our training and we get to experience the clean room. one is NOT allowed to enter the clean room wearing skincare product, makeup, nail polish, hair product or perfume. worst

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adjusting to a new work environment, one as big as this, is definitely not an easy task. i miss my old company, the familiarity, the flexibility, Internet access, wide comfy cubicle, my lovely colleagues, my humorous boss etc. oh gawdd... i just feel like running back to Tech Park everytime i see this picture (taken on my last day). no idea why my desk still looked so messy even though i've

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my car's injuries suffered from last weekend's accident would not be fixed, as my dad puts it (while dripping with sarcasm), because i should wait around for the next accident to happen and fix it all at one go.simply preposterous!!!so far, i have only managed to get myself into the strangest accidents with inanimate objects such as entangled to a rock and reversing into Joey's family car. so i

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i don't know what prompted me to write this totally shameless post. as it happens, i was struggling with a speedometer-like device manufactured by a customer. after half an hour of furious typing thru Yahoo Msger with the customer, i still couldn't start up the device, let alone program it.phone call was not favourable becos intercontinental calls tend to lag by 2 seconds which is very annoying."

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getting older is so much fun.i had a pre-birthday celebration at one of the restaurants in little korea. kinda into all things korean nowadays, i especially love their music, drama, food and football team (Park Ji Sung!!). so what better way to usher my 23rd birthday than to eat korean BBQ and drink soju?everybody say "kimchi"!i don't know how we ended up with SO MUCH food...the restaurant

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back from another trip to melaka, and this time i get to eat without feeling the guilt, becos i've lost 2-3kgs (somebody bitch-slap me please) ever since bulan Ramadhan begun... hee! two things that i must eat everytime i go to melaka - roasted chicken wings and O-jian at kg lapan. i was in the midst of staff meeting last friday and suddenly felt a stab of longing for them. I MUST GET DOWN TO MLK

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i'm grateful for...the special someone who accepted me despite my faults, put up with my nonsense, waited for me during the darkest hour and still loved me after being hurt so many times.my loveliest BFFs who are always there for me irregardless of distance, never too quick to judge, and supported whatever my decision may be all the way. luvya babes!i'm hoping for...a holiday. even a local

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ever since i moved back to home sweet home, my roaches incidents have been thankfully far in between, except for the times when my boss tried to scare me with rubber cockroaches *roll eyes*as it happens, i was having meeting at client's office (huge, relatively new and expensive office mind you). as usual, food was aplenty (i suspect meeting is just a ruse to eat) and we were eating fried noodles

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just heard a very heartwarming story from a fren.... in an attempt to restore my faith in love.my fren met his first love when they were both 16. she mistook him for a malay, as he is very dark and spoke malay fluently, with loghat and all. he was so infatuated with her, and was contented enough to be spoken to, regardless of language. so they went on conversing to each other in malay for about 4

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its only the 3rd day and i nearly gave in. he called at a good time when i was just about to start my long journey to Putrajaya. i gave him a chance to talk because i know the past few days would be tough (ok ok, hell) for him. afterall, not everyone can be a cold-hearted bitch like me.he sounded so sincere when he said he would change for the better. he admits to being the root of all our

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fiona: so have you watched "Saving Face"? it's a really nice movie right?me: uhm.... watch until halfway only...fiona: WHY?? didn't you like it?me: just finished talking on the phone with the Bffiona: why can't you talk to him after watching the movie? i really liked it you know.me: i broke up with him. cos he won't even allow me to watch a movie in peace.fiona: he's acting all possessive again

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work may be a drag lately, but i'm having loads of fun each weekend. or perhaps my fun weekend made my job seems like a drag...hmmm...anyway, there were some serious camwhoring going on during the trip to melakasavouring my favourite Jonker cendol with gula melaka. but it didn't taste as good as i remembered it to be *bleh*having a cuppa at Calanthe Art Cafe where its famous for serving all 13

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It's been a totally hectic month. but i still owe it to blogspot to post something up in order to justify my speck of space on this Wide Wobbly Web. lately i've been busy being a...Great Buddymet up with a lot of ex-school mates, ex-uni mates, ex-colleagues and so on. we had fun planning activities like bowling, BBQ, "lamsing" and even "yamsing" *wink wink* suddenly realized i can't remember the

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my fren who works in Kenwood showed me the latest product catalogue last night. we are in the midst of brainstorming session to help him come up with a cool angle to present his stuff. so i pretend to layan him abit and nonchalantly flipped thru the catalogue. i mean, who cares about how many RRC and DIN does my cd player has?suddenly my heart skipped a beat. i've always wanted a CD/MP3/WMA

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Last monthabout a month ago, i had to see a client whose office is located at AmBank tower. armed with an ugly hand drawn map courtesy of my boss, i agak-agak made my way to kl and found the tower. when i got to the lobby, i had to get my security pass at the reception."I would like to go to 36th floor please."[weird stare] "Miss, there is no 36th floor in this building.""That's not possible!

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remember the stupid traffic light near my workplace that i mentioned in passing?being such a good multi-tasker *ahem* while waiting for the first red interval, i would line my lips and apply lip gloss... second red interval, comb and tie my hair and so on. it would take about 3 intervals before i'm good to go (told you it's stupid). as it happens, this morning i was queuing at the traffic light

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out of sheer boredom, i did a bit of tinkering with Photoshop CS. hah! i've finally managed to unearth my hidden talent *insert self-congratulatory pat*the one above is actually done by my sister, so i thought i could do as well as, if not better, than her. right now i'm only experimenting with filtering and saturation. so take a step back and admire my handiwork ;)the original photos are all

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men! *to be said vehemently* i just don't understand them. i have a feeling someday i'm gonna end up being a lonely, cellulite-thighed, virginal spinster with 10 cats *eeeek!*remember the guy who left a note on my windshield? what i did not mention is another guy left a cute note on my car too (guys, this pick-up trick is getting abit old). However, curiosity got better of me this time and

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i just got back from the funeral of a fellow colleague. he succumbed to cancer shortly after an operation yesterday, at age 30.it took a while for the news of his death to sink in, because brain tumour only happens to people in TV, not real life, and especially not someone who is young and healthy (gawd, i sound so self-absorbed).when you are gone, what is the legacy you want to leave behind?an

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try as i might, all i want to do is to wave the white flag.it took me five years to realize that i can't change a man.now i'm stuck in a place where i can't move on, unless i choose to give up or just suck it up.if love is about compromise, then mine is not love.

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Last few weeks was a killer. let's see, i work around the clock to make sure that i get my things done by 6.30, then i dash off to Microsoft class for 3 hours, then back to office again to continue any unfinished business *wails* this is totally inhumane wei...to reward my diligence, i bought a ton of makeup again! me, mei zhi and lu signed up for Stila workshop coupla weeks ago hoping to learn

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This dog here gave me the workout of my life. what a bitch! (pun intended hee!) if you want cheap cardio and toning exercise, i suggest you get yourself a dog... a big one.as it happens i was reversing my car from the porch, kinda in a hurry to get to Bangsar. usually patchy would have a quick jog around our street, and run back into the house again when i called for her. however this time, she

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[update: my credit card problem is finally settled. phew! but my mom is still hounding me bout the alleged "smoke" in my room.]sometimes when i feel like i'm living in a cookie-cutter life, i yearn to do something crazy, like skinny-dipping, or jumping off the plane, or hunt for bigfoot, just to keep my sanity intact.but of course, those are just extreme examples.the best memory i had of being

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i need a man who can take care of all my bills. oh don't get me wrong, it's not about the money. i'm just incredibly ill-lucked when it comes to monthly bills.first it was Maxis who wrongly-charged me all sort of crap for 3 months in a row until they finally got it right. then my car loan bank charged me interest because my account is apparently "in arrears". heck, i don't even know what that

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My work is mounting, annual appraisal is next week and my stress level is at a record-breaking high. on top of it, my company signed me up for Microsoft.net training which commences from 6.30 to 9.30 every weekday nite, for 2-3 months i think. a colleague caught me in a state of agitation and commented, "you looked like you need a ciggie."damn right i do. i would be lying if i said i'm not the

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it totally escaped my mind today is March 8th.The Day of the Project Runway II Finale.The Day they crown Daniel V as the winner (well, i'm fervently hoping)ooh...i can't wait i can't wait...p/s: its on days like this i wish i'm living in the US of A.

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Saw something that made me paused and reflect on myself, my direction and my life basically.Climb the mountain I tried to climb the mountain today. As I reached my way up the path, I felt overwhelmed, so I had to turn back.I tried to climb the mountain today. On my journey, darkness started to fall and I was full of fear, so I had to turn to a safe place. I was ready to climb the mountain today.

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sorry guys...i've been a lazy fart. i promise i'll update before going to Sudan next week.

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some random photos... all taken using my handphone!(one MP only la.... please don't have unrealistic expectations.)Al-manama mosque... the sky in Bahrain is incredibly blue and cloudless.even though the shopping mall is nice and classy, i've checked out every single shop in the vicinity within the span of 10 minutes. no wonder they love shopping in M'sia so much...me enjoying Lebanese food (some

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after a nice loooooong and relaxing CNY break, i'm suddenly in the mood to blog and upload pics taken during the Bahrain trip.*record skipping* wait a minute... where the heck is my MP3 player? gawwwd...all the pics are in it.today marks the 2nd day of my futile search, apparently my MP3 player decided to pull a Mondo Magic and vanished, because i'm 100% sure i've left it on the computer table.as

Bubbleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10700464991959995263noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285977.post-1137852733568244402006-01-21T22:08:00.000+08:002006-01-21T22:12:13.580+08:00

last night i went berserk and bought 2 bottles of Evian that set me back about 2.4 dinars. the high sodium content in locally bottled water is killing me! imagine a sodium content of 49.5 mg/L versus Evian's 11 mg/L... no wonder i'm suffering from symptoms of hypertension.water aside, i'm loving the weather in Bahrain. cold enough to parade my new jackets hehe, but not to the extent of causing

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it's now 5.30am Bahrain time and i can't make myself sleep. my body clock has gone haywire, probably tuning to Timbuktu's timezone because i can only sleep for 4-5 hours and eat 2 meals a day at really odd hours.i should probably start from the beginning. after the flight with Qatar Airways that took forever, me and my boss finally reached Doha (Qatar's city) to catch our transit flight. Doha

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i'm stressed because my flight is less than 24 hours away but i have not packed a single item.i'm stressed because i could not find time to get a cobbler to fix my suede boots.i'm stressed because a psychotic asshole has been miscalling me for 5 months and still show no signs of losing interest. he misscalled me again today since 7am for at least 30 times throughout the morning. wait till i find

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all the pending tasks are pilling up to my nose.stress gives me constipation.stress robs me off the ability to write in coherent sentences.three days spent in kuala terengganu but i have not tried the famous keropok lekor.my hotel room was overlooking the South China Sea yet my toes did not touch the ivory sand once.i really wanted to blog about my Xmas at Bangsar, new year at Red Box and the

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*Below post may contain a lot of expletives. consider yourself warned!Dear Client From Hell a.k.a Spawn of the Devil,Confuckingratulations, you have just succeeded in pissing me off royally. if you aren't my company's customer, i would have asked you to stuff your stupid Java program up your ass.firstly, let me clarify that i don't mind working late. heck, i've been skipping lunches and leaving

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Super duper tiring and stressful week dealing with the Client From Hell. he changes the system requirements every three hours, in doing so he kept me on the phone for at least half an hour basically repeating the same dialogue 10 times. as if that's not enough, this Client From Hell barged into my office this afternoon and spent 3 hours testing the application and instructing additional features

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what a frustrating week i had. sigh....incident #1i received a loan statement that unjustly charged me an extra 5 months of interest. naturally, i called them to complain about the statement. after a long, logical and heart-felt explanation of why the interest should NOT be charged,"I will forward your rayuan to my immediate supervisor", said the official."No, this is not a 'rayuan'. this is an '

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this piece of news made my otherwise dull day.Woman saw a block of cheese.Woman mistook cheese for cocaine.Woman wanted cocaine/cheese so badly.Woman hired hit man to kill "cocheene" owner.Hit man is actually an undercover cop.Read all about it here!

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my dear sister infected me. she said i better be serious bout it or i'll suffer leper-ish symptoms *gasp* ok fine... i'll do what i gotta do...Rules: Post 5 random and weird facts about yourself, then at the end, list the names of 5 people whom you in turn infect. Also, leave a post to these people letting them know they have been infected. I spent hours putting on makeup before going out so that

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i went to work yesterday morning in a totally chirpy good mood because i'm wearing my new PCC. then out of the blue, my colleague commented that i look noticeably fatter after the hols.there can only be 3 reasons why he uttered the despicable word:my beloved PCC actually makes me look fat (nooooo!)my new specs does not suit my face, thus causing me to look fat.my grandma has a skewed perception

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i had a great week and a superb birthday! thanks to everyone for remembering my special day, i do not want candles on my cake anymore because my age depresses me.you would not believe the amount of food i ate for the past week. the last time i saw my grandma, she swore that i have lost 2kg and bordering on anorexia. so i thought perhaps now my grandma can finally stop hounding me about being "too

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The Exorcism of Emily Rose is so bloody scary that it's beyond scary. the fact that i caught the midnight show on Halloween's eve makes it even worse. i wonder if the blood-curdling recording of the exorcism is real. few weeks ago i did a little research on the real emily rose because the movie trailer piqued my curiosity. there was a long and chilling story detailing the last days of Anneliese

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my boyfren has been seeing Someone from China behind my back lately. whenever i talk to him over the phone, i can hear Someone vying for his attention at the background. just the other day, he even confessed to me, that particular Someone had spent a few nights on his bed before.today, i realized i can't take it anymore. what's so great about that Someone anyway? so i grabbed my camera and went

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something absolutely hilarious and unbelievable happened today....before that, let me recap a bit. i'm already neck deep into my current project which for some mysterious reason, simply refused to work. i skipped lunch almost everyday to work on it fervently because the dateline is looming *gulp* right after Hari Raya. as if that is not bad enough, i was assigned to another project due next

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just a coupla days ago, fluffypig suggested something brilliant yet low-cost: why don't i use a sticker to cover up the scratches instead of wasting money to spray my car? i suspect underneath all the fluffiness, she is actually pretty smart!bursting with hope and happiness, i went to a car accessories shop after work. gosh, they were stocked with really cool and tasteful stickers, except that

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i think i must have woken up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. maybe i'm too exhilarated by my new hairdo that i forgot to look at the side mirror and ram my car into a stone house. erm.... as in a mini stone house that my dad placed in our garden. i used to think that it serves a purely decorative purpose, but now i know better, because the stupid thing scratched my poor baby beyond

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as most of u guys know, i've been away at The Land Beneath Us for a week of training. i was already running late on the first day because i can't decide on which color shirt to wear. when i finally reached the hotel ballroom where the training was held, the organizer greeted me, "Hi, you must be kai ling."wow...after merely 2 months of working, and my reputation has already preceded me? Feeling

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i watched this touching Colombian tale last night and in the process fell in love with Catalina Sandino Moreno. for those in the dark (especially a certain piggie), no this is not a colombian porn.the story is about maria, a poor (as in poverty poor, not sympathy poor) 17-year-old who got pregnant and dumped by her bf, decided to become a drug "mule" in order to provide a better life for her baby

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*Update: I've tried the macadamia nut mooncake that i bought for my mom, OMG!! it tasted 10 times better than cookies 'n' cream. in a tiny moment of weakness, i've gained back whatever weight that i lost and lost whatever money that i attempted to saved on sunday. it's all nadirah's fault actually. she kept tempting me with mental images of chocolate-coated ice cream mooncake from Haagen Dazs. i

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*someone helpful pointed out that its warfare... not war fare. oh yes...my bad. i survived Banseke! although i came home after 4 days of camping with bruises n scratches, but at least i'm still in one piece. and trust me, it was FUN FUN FUN. when someone like me endorses camping, leeches and white water rafting, you have to believe it. when i first got to Jeram Besu, i still wailed everytime i

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This article is courtesy of Dr. Gregory House, M.D.Overworked, underpaid and under-appreciated? We understand! So straight from the mouth of Dr. Gregory House, we present the House-isms you will need to survive the work-day.Warning: Use at your own risk1. When your colleague asks you to file a document...House-ism: "I'm too handsome to do paperwork"2. When your boss asks you to do the impossible

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sometimes a person can be so down on luck that you wondered if its even possible. for example, the tons of kl people who had flocked to penang or other northern states to avoid haze, only to reach there and realized that the haze has caught up with them. or take a couple who had sex on many many occasions, only to get pregnant on the one time that they did not use condom. or a domestic girl who

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i was sitting at my desk yesterday... stuck at (yet another) programming assignment, when i suddenly had difficulty breathing. *gasp* maybe i really need to change profession because my eyesight seemed to be getting fuzzy as well.then there was a ruckus in the office, everyone was complaining of the same symptoms as me. oh, somehow the horrible haze has crept into our office. our poor senior

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sorry bout the convo pics guys... maybe later cos after staring at the screen for 9 hours straight during work, i can hardly muster enough energy to switch on the pc at home. anyway, i was pissed to the core yesterday. there is a lone chinese guy from my dept, who invited me several times to have lunch with him. i thought perhaps he has difficulty making frens with the malay bunch, so i finally

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that's it... i'm swearing off chinese restaurants for the rest of the year. for my company's annual dinner last friday, we've booked a private suite in Imbi Palace restaurant. i deeply suspect this is a ploy for my bosses to sing their hearts' desire in the privacy of a room. as if it wasn't bad enough to listen to bad karaoke, all of us had to clap loudly (and enthusiastically) everytime after

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i have a little confession to make. i have booked an appointment with my future employer, 12 hours from now, for contract signing and medical check-up. the only hitch is, i haven't actually mention my resignation to my current boss, and i'm also not quite sure if i really wanna quit.here are some much needed stress-relievers (for myself):Q. If an Ah Pek aspires to be a superhero, what would he be

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I'm losing sleep over my career. every morning i wake up with the same burning questions, should i work now or go back to mmu and take an SAPPDP course? if i do work, should i be a software programmer, or solution specialist, or IT management staff? on the other hand, if i forgo my job opportunities and take the course, what if i don't get selected by the SAP panel?can you guys feel my agony?

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my first thought when i learnt that my bf has been given free main grandstand tickets to watch Japan GT - wow wee Jap chicks, race queens and sleek cars! if someone had warn me beforehand on the hours one had to endure under the scorching sun, i would never leave my house without putting on a wide straw hat and SPF 1000. i get boils on my butt when i think about the hot Malaysian weather, to the

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status: bright, ambitious and skilled IT professional desperately actively seeking employment. aarghh.... it is officially 4 weeks into my never-ending holiday. thus so far, i've completed my resume in record-breaking time, joined jobstreet.com and even found time to photoshop my passport sized photo. why the sudden surge of productiveness you may ask?it all started one fine day while my dad was

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i'm not as lazy as u guys think :P accidently saved this entry weeks ago as draft... instead of publishing it.what a loooong day. just came back from alor setar, where my sister will be attending kolej matrikulasi kedah for a year. she's really a changed person from the day she tearfully and forcefully joined the national service program, personally branded as "national slavery" by her. merely

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i'm well into the second week of my infinite holiday. the first week was spent bringing joey to "touristy" spots so that she can support the local fashion and textile industry. four days of trudging shopping malls can make anyone crazy, especially if the person in question is desperately saving $$ for her trip to HK.back to the main topic, this is my third day in sabah, my beloved birthplace,

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since i don't have exams or assignments anymore... i've probably lost the priviledge to wail about being stressful ever again. but somehow i am really stressed out whenever someone asks me about my job (or lack of in this case). NO i haven't found a job yet... and NO i haven't start hunting and YES i am allergic to jobstreet.com. i'm perfectly contented to relax and enjoy before i sell my soul to

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ladies and gentlemen, i am now officially a statistic that contributes to the percentage of unemployed citizen of Malaysia. not for long though because i hope that someone rich decides to make me his wife and shopping in KLCC would be my new occupation. oops!! did i just blurt that out?anyway straight after my last exam paper on tuesday, i have been busy catching up on lost time with fellow

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