Professional Bimbo

Who would have thought! I finally discovered K-Pop! So I was on my business trip, tired and just resting in my hotel room and there were limited channels on languages that I could understand. So I was watching this Mandarin Channel, and they were introducing a band, a Korean band nontheless... Oh my... I didn't know Korean young boys could be so delicious hahahahaha... And yes, the one in blond is the one I liked and the tall one (who somehows remind me of alien) is growing on me. Of course, with this new obsession, I was starting to learn about their lives through google and eventually I managed to learn their names. G-Dragon and T.O.P they are... Yes, very handsome they are.

Today I am so tired from work. It is one of those dog days. So tired that when I was at the elevator,. I walked in with this other person, I was just too tired smile even. She was getting one floor off earlier than me. In the elevator the whole while, I was just staring at the No Smoking sign, partially also I was consciously avoiding eye contact with my unknown neighbour. And from the corner of my eye I could see her watching me. Then the lift went ding ! We had reached her floor. And with the most cheerful smile, she greeted me, good night ! And I replied good night back with some enthusiasm. And I looked at my hand which was holding my company lanyard (I use it as a keychain) and I could not help but wonder, was she one of them who had worked / is working with my company. Oh my! Me is just so tired thinking about our poor service lately. Heck it, she probably is just one of my friendly neighbours whom I took granted for...

I have watched Band of Brothers so many times. And yet everytime I watch it, it's like I am watching it for the first time. I could not have imagined how horrible the war was. So much fear. Even after the war ended, I am sure it was not easy to live on. I could only imagine the nightmares and terrors they would be having on sleepless nights. I've seen those a lot onTV (cause I do not know anyone personally who survived the war) and I believe the TV. When I am down and out, I used to look for and start reading my Schindler book. It told stories of the holocaust's survivors. I could not imagine, how much hatred one person has to wanting to eliminate a race. And the endless of sufferings he put on so many people. And I always tell my friends, could you only imagine, the prisoners at the death camps, when they were having a good day, they would dream. And what they dreamt of is having a warm bed to sleep on and a loaf of bread to eat. And we? We dream of big houses, fast

bimbo: I want to go curl my hair (while twirling her boring straight hair)... datin: You need to have soft hair to curl your hair... bimbo : But my hair is not soft and it never will be. Does this mean I will never get to curl my hair?!?!?!!! datin: Well, truth hurts... bimbo: *glares* If only I have my car with me right now, I will so drive to the salon to dye my hair red and curl my hair. With or without soft hair I would definitely look like this:    

Oh well, I wanted to do this post on Malaysia Day since I am so feeling so patriotic today (besides the fact I am on blogging mode). But knowing myself, chances are I would be the lazy ass then so might as well do it now. I always tell myself and my children that knowing what is "in" right now is important. So that when you go out and meet people you would have stories to tell and participate. So I have been hearing this Gangnam thing for the past weeks,  so I told myself today, I must know what it is! Hmmmm... so that was what it is... Gangnam Style... Even  I have to say it's quite entertaining actually. And it grows on you hahahahah... And of course, with a video like this, there would be parodies. And I came across this one: Orang Sabah Style. Some find it irritating but I actually find these kids so talented doing this. It's catchy and funny. The "chowsingchi" moments in between were actually quite creative, though tacky. And for a mome

I have a new obsession. It all happened when my boss asked us to purchase a management book (which is so deep and thick, I don't even know where to begin with that book). And since I am this "in trend" person now who purchases rubbish online all the time (besides the fact I am car-less nowadays), I ordered the book online. When I was ordering, I saw this: I am always a supporter of my own country talents so I purchased the book in support. And I got addicted. What I really love about his journal is his simplicity. And it appeared genuine and honest. Always something you could relate to with your own life. And of course, he is funny. And he gave me another good story to tell for the next few months of my life during boring dinners and lunches hahahahaha... Here is to iamboey.com whom make Malaysians proud being a Malaysian on Merdeka Day.   Happy 55th Merdeka Day, Malaysia!

7 early 8 early, life is being tested, stage 1. I will be strong. After this, all will be better.

It has been quite a while already I have time for myself alone on a Sunday. It does feel nice. I watched The Good Wife and Grey's Anatomy. I cooked dinner, had some drinks and now continuing watching Private Practice. It's nice. There was a funeral today. Makes you feel sad for a moment. Ponder the next. And your mind wanders. I always believe that things happen for a reason. For better or worse. And I believe in doing good. From the heart. I miss laying down here on the sofa and waiting for a kick. Putting my palm on top of my stomach massaging. Caressing. Yeah, I miss that. But I miss the real thing more. I miss his laughter and dididididididi hahahaha... And I know what you did on Saturday morning.

Sometime ago I spoke about this friend of mine whom I did not speak to for years. I found her through bbm and yes I am more in love with my blackberry because of this. Remember The-Not-So-Innocents ? I am so proud to tell you Jolene is now happily married with a loving husband and they are expecting their son this January =)

The part that really caught my attention is how happy Daphne Iking is with her belly. I miss that... =) And how the celebrities and the people come together ... I love that teamwork.

kar·ma noun \ˈkär-mə also ˈkər-\ often capitalized : the force generated by a person's actions held in Hinduism and Buddhism to perpetuate transmigration and in its ethical consequences to determine the nature of the person's next existence Do you believe in Karma? I do. Don't you think you could get away with it. I believe so. Very.

A post I picked from a friend's FB: Roses are red, Violets are blue, Sugar is sweet, And so are you. But the roses are wilting, The violets are dead, The sugar bowl's empty, And so is your head

An acquaintance posted this on his facebook and I just find it so enlighting and funny at the same time. A young and pretty lady posted this on a popular forum: Title: What should I do to marry a rich guy? I'm going to be honest of what I'm going to say here. I'm 25 this year. I'm very pretty, have style and good taste. I wish to marry a guy with $500k annual salary or above. You might say that I'm greedy, but an annual salary of $1M is considered only as middle class in New York. My requirement is not high. Is there anyone in this forum who has an income of $500k annual salary? Are you all married? I wanted to ask: what should I do to marry rich persons like you? Among those I've dated, the richest is $250k annual income, and it seems that this is my upper limit. If someone is going to move into high cost residential area on the west of New York CityGarden(? ), $250k annual income is not enough. I'm here humbly to ask a few questions: 1) Where do most rich

I like the movie. Your typical Wong Kar Wai movie. Deep. Bored. Make you think. And wonder. I don't remember much of this movie but I remember this part of the scene: "Hey Sue Lynne? Sue Lynne? It's late. Come on let me take you home. I was seventeen when he pulled me over. High as a kite. ''You been drinking, Miss? '' So I smiled. Bat my eyes. Who'd have thought we'd be married. In love with a cop, and stuck in this godforesaken town. He was so crazy about me. I couldn't breathe. So we tried drinking our way back into love. But it never made sense in the morning. So I ran. And every time I came back, he was here. And he was still crazy about me. ... And... now that he has, it hurts me more than anything else in the whole world..." Rachel Weisz. She acts well.

"... It took more than a year to get over the shock, humiliation and misery of losing a husband, friend and confidant (he was all those things) but I'm glad to say that that old cliche about time being a great healer is true. I can hardly even remember the pain I felt - just enough not to want to experience it again. I wouldn't say that I'm now cynical about love and men. I have never believed a woman is incomplete without a husband. I think we get on fine without men, but it doesn't mean we can't be happy with special someone too. Let's just say I 'm not really looking at this moment in time. At 40, I am financially independent and I have three lovely kids. I don't feel in need of a man for traditional reason: companionship, stability and security, reproduction. Perhaps this is why the men I've dated so far are a lot younger than me. Basically, I now date for a laugh. I just want a good time, some conversation, and if there's sex, then that

I must share this. Because I love what Daphne Lee wrote. "When I was a little girl, my mother never lost the opportunity to tell me how beautiful I was. I was her baby, the youngest of four girls, much younger than my siblings. I was a cute chubby child, but I was hardly beautiful. Still, my mother must have believed I was - don't mothers? In any case, because she told me repeatedly that I was beautiful, I believed I was and carried on believing it. All my life, I have been perplexed when people disagree with me on this point! I'm 40 now and I think I look roughly the same as when I was three. I still think I'm beautiful - a few months ago. I even started my own fan club, for a joke I hasten to add, but I acknowledge that there had to be a degree of cheek (which I've always believed is a form of self-esteem and self-love) involved. I can't argue with self-love. If you don't love yourself, you might as well give up on others loving you. (I'm also all fo

For many years I have been stuck with a small little fridge - a 2nd hand fridge which was sold at RM200 to me by a lovely couple neighbour. As all 2nd hand things go, the fridge eventually gave way and had a spoilt freezer. For years I have been living with the spoilt freezer, where the ice thickens so quickly that we could not put anything inside without defrosting every other hour. For many years I have been wanting the fridge to be replaced. I would open and close fridge doors at stores to imagine how wonderful it would be like to have a fridge just big enough to store some extra food in the freezer so that I could cook nice maggi mee with frozen prawns and tofu on a rainy day. I would stare at the price tag, and think, well, it's not that important after all and it would be tough to move the fridge to a permanent home eventually - how often do I need to cook nice prawny-tofu-ey maggi mee on a rainy day anyways... Screw that. I love my new tall handsome fridge. And I love the fa

For typing sake, the Malay part was actually originally spoken in Mandarin. Housemate 1: Hey, ada coklat di atas peti sejuk ni... Housemate 2: Oh! Jangan simpan kat situ untuk tempt saya... Housemate 1: Ah? Tempt? Apa benda tu? Housemate 2: Tempt ah... Tempting ... coklat tu tempting ... Housemate 1: Aiyo, nak cakap, cakap bagus bagus! Jangan MIX ! Housemate 2: Jangan apa benda? Housemate 1: ... ... Housemate 2: Kakakakakakaka..... I could not find them in FB lei... it would be nice if we could get connected again hehehe =)

... has to stop.

So I was at the kitchen and I finally cut my finger while cutting an onion that slipped. It was quite a hilarious scene thinking back. I have used the word "bitch" so much. I scolded the onion a bitch. And I was scolding my finger bitch cause it won't stop bleeding. And I scolded my blood bitch for dripping all over the floor. And I scolded the first aid kit guidebook a bitch for not having anything useful to stop the bleeding. I even scolded the antiseptic cream a bitch for no reason. One thing for sure the blood color was really cool. It was red and fresh. Ooo~ that is what vampire craze for. Anyways, the bleeding stopped and I managed to dress the wound on my own - thank goodness the first aid kit was bought. And I had a wonderful friend who helped to continue to cook dinner and lots of kiss for my dear finger =)