Some people like to lead their life safe.
Some prefer to stick to routine.
Some hate to change.

While I,

I HATE DOING ROUTINE DAY-TO-DAY TASKS

I absolutely cannot stand it.
Admittedly, I get bored very easily, but honestly I can't help it!

When I was a kid, I got bored of my toys after playing with them for like 20min.

When I was in school, I only enjoyed my education years up till Form 3. Come Form 4 and 5, I decided to screw studying and just played. Needless to say, I gave my mom hell. Like really hell.

When I was 15, at Grade 8, I told my mom that I wanted to call it quits for piano. I just couldn't take it anymore! I was forced to only practice examination pieces every single week by the tutor. Same songs, same notes, same score arrangements - same shit. So bye bye piano lessons.

When I was in college, I got so bored attending lectures and doing crappy assignments, I'd skipped most of them and went to shopping malls instead. Midvalley was my favorite back then.

Now, when I am already in the workforce, I have to constantly remind myself that I cannot be like this anymore. That, this is serious business man. Your monthly income depends on this. Your love for new clothes and bags depend on it. Heck, my latest Harry Potter book depends on it!

But it's tiring, it really is  
All these trying to stay positive and be happy with what you have is really tiring when in reality, I am as miserable as a cow.

Why should I keep doing something that I despise day in and day out?
Why do I have to put up with shitty people who thinks they own the world?
Hell, why do I even have to feel like this???

I deserve to be happy. Everyone of us deserves to.
Having forced to do something that we despise every single day, just to survive is utterly sad and depressing.

I have this secret wish to be able to wake up every morning, smile and joyfully indulge in what I enjoy doing. Even if it's work, I hope for it to be interesting and bring immense self-satisfaction in what I do.
In other words, I need to be doing meaningful work.
But seriously, how many of us out there is really doing what they enjoy for work?

I'm 26 and I'm just a girl who craves a simple, happy and fulfilling life.
Ultimately, I see a great need to sit down and rethink my priorities and options in life.

*emo* 

My bf is very good at pissing me off sometimes.

He makes me so mad that I just cannot talk to him, hence the cold silent war treatment.

I am the cold avoiding one whilst bf's the confrontational one.

Just how disastrous can that get?

Very.

He wants to talk. She doesn't want to. He tries to be cute. And because she is STILL mad, she gets extremely irritated and still won't talk.

Then, come the next day. When the cold avoiding female is feeling much calmer, she wonders (with great exasperation) every 5 min why hasn't he called.

The fact that he hadn't called till after lunch time, gets her even more agitated. Being the drama queen she is, she'd imagine the worst of the worst.

The Break-up.

What if the bf calls next to request for a break-up?! *gasp*

And being the emo woman that she is, the usual answer that pops up in her very dramatic head is always, "Break up la!"

"Who shall I bring along to Club Med now????? Hmm."

THAT drama ok

So, Mr Tay is always the rational one. He wouldn't imagined such nonsense. No, he won't. He believes that there is always a better solution to every arguement. He would let the bitch gf cool down first, get back into her senses and then, only then would he call.

By 4pm, the drama queen is finally thinking straight. She is now suddenly feeling extremely willing to talk. And as if blessed with great telepathic power, Mr Tay will call.

She'd "Hello?" and he'd "Still angry?" and she who was initially VERY EXTREMELY POSITIVELY mad a couple of hours ago (before 4pm) would go...
"Little bit la," replied with a slight hint of sulkiness.

Mr Tay then takes the cue for peace-calling, launched into a wee bit of pujuking and very intelligently sverved away from the topic of arguement.

And suddenly they are discussing how sucky work has been for that day, what to have for dinner and suggestions such as "Prison Break marathon tonight okie?" would followsuit.

The female is then suddenly seen smiling diabetically sweet to everyone in the office.

Extremely exhaustive 24 hrs (almost) of having to:

- constantly look at phone for smses or calls
- play director in mind to many possible scenarios that might happen
- not being able to sleep
- lose hair
- lose focus
- sulk + pout + stay pissed + grow more frown lines

This wretched process repeats itself every now and then. It's hell having to go through it but what doesn't kill you only makes you stronger, right? At least I am now, hah!

Awaiting next battle.

Hehe, I love you baby!

Sayang! *click*

I sungguh sayang.

Thanks Alex for the link

Whole body gets tired easily.

Eyes are feeling heavy and is constantly on a yawning marathon.

Lower abs feels extremely uncomfortable.

The bottom privates feel like dropping off any minute.

Yes, you heard me right. DROP OFF. Just like a child is going to pop out any minute.

Ling and I at One Utama.

"You know what's funny with this picture?"

"What?"

"You walking with 1 arm behind your back and the way you drag yourself to walk. Really qualifies you as a pregnant woman but the thing is, you don't look like one. So, pls cut the crap and walk properlyla. Tsk tsk tsk, exaggerate like mad. Having period already so drama, imagine when you get pregnant?"

"I hope you get period EVERYDAY!"

***

You know what would be comforting right now?

Bed.

Thick and soft comforter sheets.

A big and fluffy pillow for the head.

Rachel Yamagata playing Reason Why at the background.

Ok, when Rachel's done can I have the TV to play a TVB series like The Drive of Live? (yes, i'm officially hooked on Astro on Demand since last Saturday)

Mr Tay hovering around? No. As in, noOooOoOooOo *horror* Bfs are best kept far far away during moments like this. The last thing you'd want to lose is your sanity.

Beach holiday? Are you mad????? Immobility can never sit right with a beach holiday!

Ice cream? No.

Chocolates? Nope, either.

1 week of not having to work. Perfect.

Seriously???

Ok, stop dreaming, back to work and feeling 9mths pregnant.

p/s: i'm sitting on the sofa at the employee lounge with my legs kangkang wide open and frankly, i don't give a damn because it makes me feel better

Been back at Puchong since Thursday.

And have had:

- 2 days of durians for dinner
- home-cooked chili crabs
- prawns as huge as your palm
- fa lam ham yue poh (claypot pork belly with salted fish) - my absolute fav!
- slow-boiled old cucumber soup with oysters
- lots and lots of sleep

Just like today - woke up at 10.30, took a nibble on some breakfast, back to sleep, woke up again at 1.30pm for crabs, do some reading, and then 4pm slept again, just woke up at 6pm and what do I smell?

STEAMED HERBAL CHICKEN BREWING AWAY!

One of my all-time fav dish :)

And oh, can't wait to start on Harry Potter!

Have I ever mentioned how much I love stickmen sketches?

A short French animated sketch

I SO KNEW THIS WORD EXISTS!

Last night I was trapped in a very exhaustive dream.
Dreamt that I was inflicted with a disease called Myopia (pronounced: my-oh-pia)
I didn't know such a word exist but it looked and sounded somewhat familiar, prolly picked it up back in school days. Biology classes, heh.
So I wiki-ed it out today and this is what Myopia is.

So, it's just some rabun mata shit!
And yes, I have Myopia a.k.a Short-sightedness as we all were told by when we have our eyes checked.
But in that dream, Myopia sounded like some deadly disease and I was told by the doctor that the only way to cure it is by... wait, let me reveal it towards the end of this entry, because it is SO FREAKIN' WEIRD.

I wanted to find out what dreaming of Myopia means, and as usual I went to DreamMoods.com.
1st search: Myopia --> No results found (so ok, it's not common to dream about myopia!)
2nd search: Disease --> Found!

Disease
To dream that you are inflicted with a disease, foretells that you will catch a slight cold or cough. Sometimes you dreams are able to spot an illness before you are aware of the symptoms.

Helloooooo? Perhaps I should request to have my fore-warning dreams to arrive earlier and not let me know when I am already having a cough? Mr Sandman, take note pls.

Ok, so the doctor in my dream told me that the only way to cure the so-called deadly disease known as Myopia, is by drinking lots of beer.

***

Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows available for purchase at 7.01am tomorrow.

and

Dear Brother of mine OR Mr Tay,

Should you want to redeem yourselves for:

finishing all the durians before I could get some last week (to brother)
making me wait so long the other night (to mr tay)

you can do so by getting me a copy of this wonderful book. Kindly remember to insist only on

*this*

and

*not this*

these are non-HP fans, tsk tsk tsk. must illustrate properly 

Commercial break:
New instant cup noodle brand in town - IBM!
Head over to your nearest supermarkets to grab some.
Yum ~

I'm at home waiting for Ellen DeGeneres to repeat later in the noon. I absolutely love her show, the best day-time talk show EVAR! She's brilliantly witty, funny, humourous, naughty, and just about anything that describes the word F-U-N. Loved her right from the very first episode that I've watched. Planning to download oops, buy all her episodes since I've missed quite a number of them.

Channel 70 is showing Irritating OC. And for some unexplained reason, I kept watching the SAME episode! The last time I was working from home, it was this SAME OC episode playing on the tv! And it is quite sappy la this episode I have to admit. Some old couple got married, this guy that was leaving town and Mischa Barton (i think her name's Marissa in this show?) and just about everyone's feeling sad, whiny and mellow. Gah! I need chirpy chirpy shows, just like ellen's!

I was thinking of ordering Mun Yee Meen from downstairs for lunch later as they do deliveries. I'm just too lazy to go out and besides I'm still in my PJs, heh! But guess what, I just realized that they closed down last month. And McD's no longer delivers to Damansara Perdana! What theeeeeeee!

I will just have to settle for the IBM Hot Spicy Curry Noodle then.
Yum. Indeed.

My office is having a DURIAN PARTY tomorrow. OMG! It's like this eat all you can thingy and I've never done that, not with Durians! They even include Mangosteens and Rambutans and I love love love all of them! And the flyer states that the durian fest is to be held beside a pond. I've never eaten durians beside a pond!!! How jakun, but ya I'm psyched for tomorrow! Except... I hope my throat recovers by tomorrow... else

Ok, back to work!

Today I had Curry Laksa at Old Asia for lunch.

Chose to sit outside, al fresco style.
I've always loved eating outdoors. Like, having a picnic (no guy has ever brought me to a picnic before!), BBQ grill with lots of beer and a bunch of your friends over, or even

... having a sandwich on the bench with your ipod stuck into the ears at a park. And on that fateful day, you spot cute angmoh guy walking his dog and suddenly he stops by and asks whether he could join you.
The delighted you obviously nods approvingly.
And then you two rambled on about how beautiful the weather is, the sandwich, the neighborhood, his dog, and ya, I got carried away.
(sorry, but this always seem to look and work better when you're like in Hyde Park or something).
The parks here nowadays are filled with Mat Rempits, so don't even bother looking for New Age Sensitive Males walking their dogs

But, the point is too much air-cond is bad for your skin, if you know what I mean

So, there's a Diving Centre next to Old Asia.
There were a bunch of people taking their diving lessons today.
What caught my eye was this teenage angmoh boy, about 16 or 17, shirtless and he was sitting around, waiting to put on his diving suit.

He wasn't looking out at the others practising their stuff in the pool.
Neither was he talking to anyone.
In fact, he was doing something very productive.
Half slurping my noodles, I have to admit it was quite amusing watching him diligently pulling out hairs from his left nipple.

He was concentrating so hard that he couldn't even hear his coach yelling out to him to have him put on his suit.

*tug tug tug*

*yank*

*ouch!*

That seems to be the order of the whole process.
He did it for the whole duration of me savoring my Curry Laksa till my last spoon.
And then he threw those little strands of hair into the pool.

While waiting for the bill to arrive, we lingered around longer.
Nipple Hair-Tugging Boy was walking past our table.
I couldn't help but stare at THE SPOT to check whether the area has indeed turned red as I would expect it to be.

Surprisingly, no.
The area was still as white as he was.
But really, shouldn't it turn red?!

Mr Tay pulls hair too.
His nostril fluff.
And he does it with much gusto that he always end up sneezing for the next half an hour.