SCG vs Netherlands

Boy: GOALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL !
Girl: Oh! Harden scored ah?
Boy: Not Harden, Arjen lah!
Girl: Not Harden meh?
Boy: No lah! Why you so horny wan?!
Girl: Bwahahahahha!

No alarms needed. Time is 10.30am. No sweat. No work to rush to. No plane to catch. No appointments to rush to (unless it's facial or manicure ). Just cuddle up and some what-shall-we-do today.

So here was what we did today:

- Went to Ikano for brunch.
- Walked around Curve and bought some stuff.
- Then, it was more strollings hand-in-hand. The usual 'you tease me, I tease you' nonsense.
- Went over to Cineleisure to check it out for the first time. Bought tickets for Cars at 2.40pm.
- With some free time left, we wandered all over the flea-market at the Curve.
- With no damage done to the wallets, we proceeded to Cineleisure once more to catch Cars.
- Came out of cinema... satisfied and well-entertained

Cars is good. Trust me us. Didn't catch my fancy when I first saw the trailer, but DT insisted we watch that so I was glad we did. Please catch it if you can. The animation was done very very very nicely. Pixar has this habit of doing a short clip before the start of the show. This was no exception. Very funny and really cute. Keep a lookout for the little girl  Also, Michael Schumacher was in it, just keep your ears and eyes open  And oh, please do not leave the cinema when the credits are rolling at the end of the show. Stay on for more laughters

All in all, a good day to end the week.

And now, we must go crack our heads as to where to go for dinner.

  
Lightning McQueen

The Beautiful Calla Lily

I am every Reality TV Show's nightmare. Reality TV hates audience like me.

The thing about me is this. I can't stand suspence. Especially when people go, "Hey, you know what? That day... oh nvm, it's no big deal." Wtffffff... don't start something and then pretend that conversation never happened! Drives me nuts.

Over-inquisitive mind? Perhaps.

So anyways, back to reality tv shows. I'm a self-proclaimed bimbo at night. I read thrashy magazines, fashion magazines, do my nails, pluck my eyebrows and yes, glue my eyes to programs like America's Next Top Model, Project Runway and The Bachelor.

So yesterday I was watching The Bachelor. He is so handsomeeee :) The girls are so ewwwwwww. Personality-wise I mean. Except for one. We're down to 3 girls now. Gorgeous-and-Bitchy Kirsten, Fun Girl-next-door Jen and Airhead Tina. So yes, my choice is pretty obvious.

At the end of the programme, I made a mental note to myself. To google the results for The Bachelor 3. Found out, I did. Hehe!!! And guess what?  I'm liking the results.

I might not be able to stop myself from finding out, but I know how it feels like to have people spoil the endings for you before you get a chance to watch them. So, I'm keeping mum on this.

   
L-R: Kirsten, Jen! and Airhead Tina

And... Andrew Firestone The Bachelor
(Yes indeed, Firestone, the tyre manufacturer, heh!)

So the moron is still parked at my P100. I'd better start stalking that space to catch him/her in time when he/she is having the clamp on the car removed. Don't worry. I just wanna 'talk'

Anne asked me, "If later you found out that that moron is a Louis Koo lookalike how? You'd still screw him ah?"

Me: "Screw him in what sense first? Hehehehe!!!"

But goddammit man, I don't care if that was Brad Pitt who parked his car there, I will still want to give him a piece of my mind! Another colleague told me to wait till Sunday. It's the school holidays afterall. That moron could wellbe sun-tanning his white chinese ass under the glaring sun of Australia with the family but I.don't.care. I Still Want To Screw Him  (Or Her). Cannot be bias.

You should realize by now, I will keep harping on this issue everyday on my blog until it's resolved? I like to share my miseries, heh!

Oh, remember Annoying Boy? Guess what. Apparently he took the RPM Les MIlls exam and passed it and is now a certified trainer. So these days, he is seated next to Kris (the ultimate trainer) in front of the class. I can't help but feel him smiling smugly at me throughout the class. But it's ok. Know why?

Coz apparently there is this other guy who sits on bike #4, who just loves to annoy the person who is always seated on bike #5 a.k.a Me. He annoys the shit out of me! I kid you not. During the class, he would keep turning his head to the right which is where I am seated. I wasn't looking at him, in case you think I was, I could see from the corners of my eyes. And he just has this I'm-Here-to-Annoy label stamped on the forehead? Annoying Boy 2 would sometimes turn right at me and look down at my legs to see how fast I am going or how much resistance I am putting. WTF! Just concentrate on your bike dammit.

So out of sheer cruelty and self-satisfaction, knowing he is quite a newbie there but been a regular there (who always plops himself on bike #4), I would push myself extra hard whenever he turns to look at me. And hehehe... so mean of me to say this... but most of the time, he just couldn't keep up with my speed lah. Hello, not being arrogant here, but I happened to be doing this for a very long time. Back in the days of Brazil Boy who... We shall not go there. Heh!

So there you go. I realized I am becoming rather mean these days. I've been honking at confused vehicles who don't know whether to turn left or right. Been joining in the fun of mass-honking at a particular vehicle who is blocking the whole traffic. But hey, wouldn't you be pissed?

Just that I get this rather weird sense of 'high' from it? An immense sense of satisfaction in releasing how I truly feel. Usually I'll just shaddup and move on. But these days, gawd, I am mean.

Oh did I mention how I screwed those security guards at my apartment?  That, was for letting people in without a resident sticker on the windscreen i.e. BDR 2138

Why do we
       keep wanting things
                    to turn out better

but they never seemed to?

- Pissed

Today, I want to bitch about my new found happiness. No, not the boy. The boy is fine. In fact I have just watched him play futsal last nite and despite having to involuntarily feed half the population of bloodsucking little-vampires there, it was a nice feeling  The boy kicked some asses! 3 goals. Heh!

New found happiness = P100 = My parking lot.

P100 has never met my white Satria. Why? Coz some moron decided to so inconsiderately park his farking car on my lot for not a day but days. Nevermind that, he/she didn't even have the courtesy to leave a note of his contact details on the windscreen. So how we do contact that inconsiderate bastard / bastardess? You tell me.

I am currently asked to park at the visitors' bay which sucked coz it's far from my place and it's uncovered. Mind you, I am paying substantial amount of rent for a COVERED parking lot. I have every right to be pissed, no?

How badly I want to give that person a piece of my mind, you have no idea.

Apparently possessing a 'nice girl's' voice (ahem) proves to be real helpful in the trickiest situations.

(telephone conversation)

Indian Lady: So many people called me to enquire about the lot. There is this man who is willing to pay RM100. If I ask you to pay slightly higher than that, would you?

Me: Hmm.. well I am in no hurry actually. I've been parking illegally for a year and a half. So, waiting for another 6 months is not a problem for me. And no, I am willing to only pay RM100.

Indian Lady: Oh oh oh... in that case I rent the lot to you lah. Because you are a nice girl. I could tell from your voice. I am a teacher you know, so I can tell lah. I rather rent my space to nice people who will not give me problems in the future.

My heart was doing flips at that moment. Bwahahahhahaha...

So guess what?

I now have a parking lot to myself within the compound of the apartment itself  And it's even covered  Rent is RM100/mth

So the tricky part is this. In the event when she has a new tenant who has a car (most likely la right?), I gotta illegal park outside again  Meanwhile I am hoping she doesn't have a new tenant anytime soon. Ok, I is a bit mean. Let's hope her new tenant doesn't have a car? Hehehehe...

Thank you 'nice girl's' voice. Hee hee hee!

Boy working on his laptop. Girl reading on her laptop.

Boy: (whispering in an urgent manner) Dear... Dearrr...!
Girl: (typing away on her laptop) Mmmmmm...
Boy: (looked away from his laptop and whispered again) Dear!

Girl hastily turned to look at Boy and thought maybe the bugger has something interesting to show her on his laptop.

Boy lunged forward and gave Girl a kiss on the lips.

Girl got caught off-guarded.

Sweetest thing ever. EVER.

RM600 - six months in advance for covered car park
RM480 - six months in advance for UNcovered car park
Waiting period - six months

Six months till I get one parking spot of my own at my apartment! But, if I'm lucky, the management people will contact me if there's any tenant who wants to rent out their parking spots. I hope there's one! I can't wait to have one spot to myself. Mine mine mine!!!

This, has been the one thing I have been procrastinating since ice age. I guess I am just too sick and tired of coming home after a long day at work and late evenings after gym, only to come home circling around the area for a spot. And it's usually ILLEGAL. So you can imagine how many 'love notes' I have collected from PDRM eversince I've moved in. BUT, none for the recent month of May. I got lucky *muahahaha*

To roughly illustrate my frustrations each time I get home:

So you see the 2 long yellow lines? Those are illegal spots where residents have no choice but to park there because my place only allocate ONE parking spot per unit. The legal parking spots TWO roads across just aren't enough to accommodate. Worse still, the mamak vendors usually set up their tables and chairs on some of the parking lots. Me is pissed!

And I have lots to carry when I get home. Work bag, gym bag, shoe bag, and sometimes some shopping bags, so imagine me clutching all these while trying to cross those two very busy roads. It's hell. And what if it is raining?

So, ini dia, tempat tinggal saya di Pelangi Damansara. A proper parking spot inside will make it better. Till then, I persevere and wait. Just wait.