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It has been a while since I last updated my blog. Busy is one of reasons, lazy is another reason… and traumatised is the least expected reason. Am stalked by a psychotic woman! I told my friends I would stop updating my blog just so she can’t use it against me or my friends… but hell, why I even bother? There are psycho everywhere, just that she’s a lot closer than the others. :p

Today is an unusual day… and it goes like this:

6:30am - Early cold shower (almost die from that…Here I want to thank Siti, for bringing the hot water up before the chill bites me to death)

7:20am - Breakfast with JP & KF (Here I want to thank JP for belanja-ing us)

7:50am - Early morning nap

9:20am - Arrived at the agency’s office, no red carpet, nothing coffee or anything.

9:20am ~ 4pm -  I worked my shit out. (Here I want to thank my agency for not delivering what they’d said so am honoured to be given a chance to camp over at their office to make things happen. :p)

4pm ~ 5pm - BURGER KING…muahahahaha

5pm till now - am still here telling you about my unusual day while waiting for the mock-up to come out

I LOVE MY JOB… I know I bitch about my job every other day (ermm…like every others do). If I didn’t love it this much, what the hell am I still doing here now at this hour. I miss you people - babe 1& babe 2 (who are waiting for me at home now), babe 3 (probably sleeping already) and my baby (who is…*gulp*).

Am lazy cause I eat with only spoon so I can rest my left hand on my lap and I have more than 14 sets of lingerie so I can go 2 weeks without laundry hassle and I don’t update my blog just so I can spend that 30 minutes resting… nah… I don’t update my blog, cause there’s nothing significant in life that’s worth a mention.

But there are few statements/comments that make my heart leaps recently, good or bad.
She said: Am worried bleep bleep bleep ..(censored cause this person might be reading this entry)
He said: Baby, pluuueezzeee, tell me
She said: You need a proper closure otherwise you’ll still be wondering.
He said: Now where do we stand..I think I want you
He said: If you marry me now, I can put my car, my house and give you half of my money in my account. 

Ok, it’s getting random and boring…. am just plain LAZIEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeee!!!

When are you getting married, I asked, trying to hide the anxiousness underneath my steady tone of voice. Alcohol didn’t help. I trembled inside awaiting for the answer, of which I knew would hurt either way. I asked, even so… for to fill up the lost piece of puzzle that I thought could complete the closure.

The dinner at la Bodega was a smokescreen. If it were a catch-up, like what we wanted to believe, why didn’t we talk much? The night was beautiful but silence broke in a few times. I looked out to the busy street that was showered with carroty shade of street-lamp light, trying to withdraw myself from the eerie stillness in between. The passing cars couldn’t care less.

We went for a walk after the dinner. Going up the escalator, I was a step higher. As hard as we tried to avoid each others’ sight all night, we were then at the same eye level, gazing and reading every single details on the faces that we once kiss at night. When he put his arms around me I knew, this dinner date was to feed the little feelings left and memories that dwell inside.

We hugged and kissed, knowing that we had no tomorrow. It was a desperate attempt to steal a small part from each other to cling onto. People around me tell me he’s an arse which I can understand, but, what makes me any better? We’re both the selfish kind - when lust speaks, we do things without thinking about consequences.

His answer to my question pains me… it makes me feeling regret of the way we end it.

About the lost piece of puzzle to my closure, yet I have not found the matching one. It will come one day…

This is what happened in my office on the eve of election.

Picture says louder than words. Now we know what’s Bala’s secret identity…..

Ending credits:
Directors - Wei Yuen & Aileen
Props supplier - Sharila aka Oca aka the bait
Setting - Szu & Aileen

BALA, am innocent! Am not the person behind the scene….

Yesterday me and my dinner gang went for early dinner at our usual mamak stall. There was this new young indian guy came to take our order.  So we went one round placing our orders and Edwin was the last.

Edwin felt like having Satay so he asked that fella (let’s call him Ane here la): "Satay sudah buka a?"

Ane took a quick glance at the satay stall which was at the far end corner and said: "shikin ada." Everybody paused and started looking at each other with a few invisible question marks popping on top of our heads.

Eileen, the brave one, asked: "Apa itu SHIKIN?"

Ane said: "Shikin la, shikin shikin~~~" There was another pause, and more question marks popped up. Four of us, none could understand what he’d just tried to explain. To be honest, we were trying very hard ok and from the look of his face, he was also trying hard. 

Edwin, the smart ass, thought maybe if we ask Ane in another way, he might be able to tell us what exactly that thing is: "SHIKIN ape?"

Ane got a bit irritated and said: "Shikin la, shikin….itu iyem"
What the hell is this shit la!!! Then something struck Eileen’s mind: OH~~~ CHICKEN LA!!" ADUI… it was chicken he was trying to say.

I laughed till I gasping for my next breath….at the same time, I could still hear Ane telling Eileen about nachi goreng (nasi goreng). Hahahahahha

9:20pm am still in the office, just finished clearing my mess. You ‘d be surprised how much junk I have ON, UNDER and AROUND my table. Geez, it’s two super size plastic bags plus an 8-inch-tall recycle papers. I was literally barricaded within these junks!

29 Feb 08 is around the corner… never thought that wishing someone a happy birthday would need to go through such due diligence.

Me and Eileen were rushing to the GAP kids shop to get a present for Joel, my colleague’s son.

"Hi, my name is xxxxx. Just want to say that you look adorable…"
"Umm…okay. Thanks…." looking all puzzled and undoubtedly in great shock, I stared at this man who had just stood in my way, thinking "Do I know him?" At the same time, being the usual courteous me, I shook his hand.
Still holding my hand he said: "Well, please go and do whatever you’re busy with…"
"mm…okay." then off we went to our separate ways.

Am a paranoia. I am sure this is a prank because: -
1) Guys in Malaysia don’t do that
2) If he had the gut to block me and told me all that, why didn’t he ask for my number?
3) I don’t think I was that adorable yesterday in my short and a simple black top, some more WITHOUT THE USUAL MAKE-UP.

If I ever appear on the TV in some kind of programmes like "Malaysian most funny videos", please don’t laugh at me.

Even so, am flattered….vanity grows fatter.

P/S: When this was happening, this GOOD friend of mine - Eileen, WENT AWAY! No helping sign from her. Worse still, she stood at the side WATCHING… you wait, Eileen, you wait…

If I had only ten words to tell you about what happened last night, they would be: sharing washroom, Szu naked, Eileen on toilet bowl, shock and scream.

Use you imagination to fill in the blank.

Sketch - Courtesy of R. Bala

I don’t usually shout at nice people… but I did it today. Am sorry for being crude and you better be sorry, too, for making me to change the artwork so many times. Like what Terence once said, work is gonna be like this for the rest of my working life, so no point to keep complaining and whining. I don’t usually agree with his own unique practices in life, but this one, I have to agree. I shall stop and better, I won’t start.

My colleague (Alaz) and I, were with this group of British on a campus tour. Wanted to impress them with our new construction site, we went up to the fifth floor - library, thinking that a bird-eye view is the best. Alaz was happily explaining to the group on the layout then suddenly the group burst into laughter. We looked down, this is what we saw:

You must be thinking, what the hell is that right? Take a closer look

  HEY, I DID NOT KNOW DOGS DISCRIMINATE

 I’ve
got a new hubby - my new bed, which I call it my hubby no.2 (please see
attached my newly-wed). But of course nothing beats my no.1 hubby - my car.

These
2 items play a very important role in my life and somewhat forced to go through
thick and thin with me, so they deserve the title more than any other men.
Because of the  statement above, me and my friend had quite an interesting
conversation:
JP = my friend, S= me

….

JP: but they don’t talk
S: It’s okay. They don’t have to. I will do the talking
JP: they don’t listen anyway
S: As if men listen to their women huh?! What difference does it make?

Then I went on complaining about my new hubby keeping me too warm at night.

JP: Are you nuts? Did you HAVE TO use the quilt
S: But, it cost me so much so I gotta make great use out of it. I figured I
must spend my time after work, lying on my bed doing whatever I can think of.
JP: so you don’t need a real hubby now…
S: No… I don’t
JP: i wonder if you can make love to your bed
S: can masturbate,hahahaha.
JP: NG SZU LIN. I can’t believe you’ve just said that. so you spent so much
preparing the bed just so you can masturbate?
S: HARLO~ I didn’t set-up the bed exclusively for masturbation. It was you who
assume that. I was just saying I must fully utilise my bed just so it is worth
the money and masturbation is one of the POSSIBLE "activities" you
can have on the bed.
JP: see! see! it’s included in plan
S: You were questioning if I could make love to my bed. Am just trying to prove
my point to you - my bed can be my hubby because I CAN get orgasm lying on it.

Adui, this conversation is god-damned x-rated. it’s just one of the stupid conversations we have.