Professional Bimbo

At this moment of time, if there is a lesson I want to regret not learning any better is to be prudent. How can a person like me who earns a decent pay could not afford many things in life? Like a place to call home, for instant. What happened to the table with the gadgets and the fishbowl? You think I could get there? I could. And I must learn to be a little more selfish for myself.

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...

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.