Professional Bimbo

It has been a while I come across those "funnies" people post in Facebook made me laugh. As long as I remember would be the "Dilarang Bodoh" logo. So one funny morning, scrolling FB, and I just bursted into laughter almost instantly 'cause just find it so funny! Its so uncanny.

I have been reading this book. Amy Schumer's Girl With The Lower Back Tattoo. It is so funny. I do not remember when was the last time I read a book and laughing out loud. Literally LOL. A lot of times I can so relate to her. With her train of thoughts. Especially the bimbo moments. Then, there is this chapter in the book she was sharing about her experiences in blacking out. And this is how she explains what black outs are: "...blacking out is when your mind goes to sleep but your body keeps right on doing whatever your drunk-ass self thinks is a good idea. Blacking out is NOT passing out asleep in a drunken stupor. It's quite the opposite. Your brain is sleeping like an innocent little baby, but your body is at a rave and it keeps making decisions... This is why blacking out is incredibly dangerous. You might look like a regular drunk girl, but you're actually a zombie who won't remember shit later." I've heard my friends talking abo...

Apparently we do not know. I can still type all these without any grammar and spelling mistake. Fuck sugarcane . With Apple Cider it tastes so good! Aren't we all too old for this already? Confused. How did this happen? I do not know. I do not know. I do not know.

So the saying goes. Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength. While loving someone deeply gives you courage. -Lao Tzu- At times like this, I do not know how to respond to that.

So, through a series of event, I got to know this charming little eatery in Kuala Kubu Baru. When you walked into the shop, you can't help it but have your eyes all over the place, looking at the busy yet charming decorations. The food of course did not disappoint either. This morning I went with the boys, so I just ordered all that is available on the menu for breakfast, which was just 4 types of dishes anyways. The sotong nasi lemak, the siew yuk curry mee, the wonderful mushroom soup and the fat boy breakfast with big pudding is worth the 1.5 hour drive. And of course the people there are friendly and I am glad that I managed to make a friend. Or two there. But the best part of the trip is the drive. The peaceful road between the forest. The sky is just so beautiful in the afternoon with the hues of blue. And the clouds. The boys and I are just starring into the clouds the whole trip, making shapes out of them ...

And this is what I am feeling as I am watching this video for the umpteenth time tonight.

So. Remember we used to look out from the window and trace the highway lights. Now that I am in a village, I am looking a lot at the sky instead. And I realised, in this quiet village, the sky is quite charming. On a good day, the sky would be in hues of blue. There will be fluffy clouds lining up and you could trace them just like the highway lights. In the evening, when the sun is going down, the sky would be grey in hues of light. And sometimes, there will be a soft wind accompanying it. You will just stand there at the balcony, gazing into the sky, feeling the breeze on your face. Embracing the moment..... Then, you will wonder. Wondering... what comes next.

This sarcastic conversation happened approximately 6+ years ago. me: so... is it true that pineapples are bad for pregnancy? ob-gyn: huh? me: well, they said it's a "cooling" fruit, so should not eat... ob-gyn: well... have you ever heard when someone wants to abort a child, they just go eat tonnes of pineapples to do the job? me: ... ob-gyn: not too say cannot eat, but everything must be in moderation... too much of anything, including pineapples will be not good... me: {nodding... because it makes so much sense} I always say that being moderate is the toughest. It's easy to swing from one extreme to another, but being moderate and able to balance things. That is hard.

So. This is what I have discovered for the past 4 weeks. Kronenberg is a nice beer. Because it is fruity and sweet. But not as sweet as Apple Ciders. Which make them really nice, especially when they come in different flavors. Sweet. Really sweet. It takes approximately 14 shots of Vodka to send me to sleep. The 8th shot I will start flying. So I will live a good 6 shots thereafter. It accompanies well with Thunder by Imagine Dragons. A bird accidentally discovered, sugarcane as a mixer to Vodka is absolut -ly heavenly. It will be lifted to another level if mixed with lemon or lime. I seemed to like it. Very much. Even a light one, a frozen margarita will send my body go tingling. When mixed with Kronenberg, I will be as high as a kite. But we need to down it fast in small glasses. I like that amount of high. Just make sure I am not chatting with strangers. Soju is not my thing. Not sweet enough. So need to mix with sugarcane to lift the sweetness up. Wine is okay. And I lik...

A conversation in the elevator one fine morning from 24th Floor to Ground Floor: friendly neighbour: your perfume smells really nice... bimbo: thank you... friendly neighbour: what is it? it's really nice... some perfume are really suffocating but this is just nice... bimbo: it's jpg... friendly neighbour: oh... can buy from supermarket ah? bimbo: "-.- Oh well, there goes the neighborhood.

Sad [sad] 1 affected by unhappiness or grief; sorrowful or mournful: to feel sad because a close friend has moved away. 2 expressive of or characterized by sorry: sad looks; a sad song. 3 causing sorrow: a sad disappointment; sad news. I really am trying not to be sad. So... I also really am trying to think of happy things to write. I am sitting here for 10 minutes. Starring at the screen as Joanne is over there, with all her A for Effort, also trying to cheer me up. We are all trying so hard. But I can't help it, but just feeling sad. Can you believe it. I am so sad that I could not sleep. Already I do not have my napping habit (which means less sleeping time), now I cannot even get through 6 hours for the night without waking up, including weekends. It has been like this for the 4th week now. Now, that is sad. Sometimes I am just thinking, that I am just waiting, when I will collapse. Like the time many years back, I partied every single night and just collapsed for the n...

I was not well a few months back. So I needed to go to see a doctor. And I did. Somewhere just near my place. And you know how flu's are. Your eyes are watery, you can hardly breathe through your blocked nose and everything around you seemed to be a blur. And that is when I met my doctor. My handsome doctor.  How handsome, my friends asked me, and I said, a lesser version of Leon Lai. Really.... or maybe... hahahaha... "Do you have a fever?" "I don't know..." * takes a thermometer and inserted to my ear * "You do..." "I am sure it's just a mild one, cause I don't really feel the heat..." "Yeah..." Then! He took both of his warm soft hands and held my jaws, cupping. Such soft warm hands he has and I am very sure I am going to start ovulating then! "Is your nose blocked?" "Yes it is. And it is runny also at the same time... it's blocked and it's runny, so ironic." And he laughed....

Sometimes I do wonder, how can I be so smart and yet be this stupid too. Don't you ever wonder that be your life too? Your brain is telling you to make the right moves... but your heart... your bloody heart... is so weak and yet taking control. Such oxymoron. It confuses me.