-As demonstrated by Me. To My Brother :P

An Open Letter to My Sinuses

Dear Sinuses:

1. Please stop sms-ing me. Indeed, you have a knack of knowing just when to get me all weakened up by merely reading the short and sweet messages from you. I don't want this anymore. I don't like the way it is now. Please stop.
2. You have an extremely attractive smile. My wish is for you to stop smiling so dangerously yummy at me whenever you see me at the gym. This includes the naughty swift winks you unnervingly flash at me during classes. No more KissMe Smiles and HeySexy Winks please.
3. I still find it difficult to contain the green-eyed monster a.k.a jealousy in me when the other girls so openly flirted with you. I didn't like what I see. In fact, everytime I see a Betty or a Veronica hovering around you, I paint a lovely picture in my mind: Bettys and Veronicas being zapped... miniatures... squishings... ooo I'd better not say. It's an ugly picture in actuality.
4. In all honesty, 3 months of mental torture and mind games are enough by now. Can we change game plans now? Perhaps a higher dosage of TLC would be nice. An occasional of "How was your day? I've made reservations at This-this Restaurant and bought tickets for This-this Movie that you have been dying to catch. Shall we go tonight?" is always welcomed. Boy, if you had changed tactics and switched to this game plan, I won't be blogging my brains out on this now, would I?
5. Yes, you must leave now. I am refusing your entry in my life.

And finally ...

To That Guy:

Somewhere deep within me lies a tiny wish that you'd go back in Oct as planned earlier.

I could have loved you. So much in fact. But you never switched game plans! Why couldn't you?

I am now devising my own game plans. And guess what? This time, I get to be Chief Commander :)

This morning, I woke up feeling stupid.

I dreamt I was in this ulu kampung, trying to find my way out after investigating a murder case with an ex-highschool friend of mine. We were running around the village in bicycles. After done being heroes trying to solve the mystery case, she left. And I was struggling to find my way back to where I came from. Now hear this...

In that dream, I had my White Satria parked close to me. But I was also on a bicycle right? I rode to this mamak stall, asking this makcik for a RM2 change of coins. I needed the coins to call my dad to ask for directions.

And then I asked him how should I go around with the bicycle when I have my car parked here. "Daddy...how to bring everything along???"

Dear Angie,

You stupid, stupid girl. What now, you tend to be ridiculously stupid in dreams? If so, I'd rather you be dreamless every night from now on.

-- Just disassemble the damn bike and put the parts inside the car booth la.

Geez.

Sincerely,
Your Other Smarter Conscious Half

This morning I made the fluffiest and roundest mushroom cheese omelette ever.

As fluffy as a bunny's bobtail and as round as a roti canai.

On the player: Natalie Merchant * Life is Sweet

Just the other day ...

• Brazil Boy smugly announced he might not be returning to Brazil for good afterall. Contract was extended. So guess what? He'd still be around to toy with my feelings, fiddle around with my emotions and threaten my sanity for a long time more to come. Yippee.
• Had my *First Rounds of Margarita*
  Quirk-Me-Up Names: Tequila Mockingbird Margarita, Cranberry Cosmorita, Horny Margarita, Strawberry Mojitorita and how could I ever resist Tequila Sunrise Margarita. Sinful photos to be uploaded soon
  
  "How do you like your Margarita, Angie?"
  
  My say:

1. I like mine half-rimmed with salt pls.
2. When you order a Margarita from a bartender or server don't just say, "I'll take a Margarita, please". This will instantly let them know that you don't know anything about Margaritas. Always order it like; "I'll take a Margarita on the rocks with salt" or "I'll take a frozen Cuervo Margarita without salt", etc. I like the frozen versions better.
3. Do not ever order the Margarita that's "On Special". Chances are that they have mass produced it with very little alcohol. If you call out your Tequila then they will have to make it from scratch.

• Had the most obnoxious dream ever. I got married. To a man I have Absolute Zero Love (AZL) for. Warm fuzzy feelings didn't even come close. And I got Pregnant. Told hubby of whom I have AZL for, that a little human is literally and definitely growing inside of me. Hubby said keep it. I wanted to abort it. "But it's massively sinful to kill an unborn being" So I kept it growing inside of me while ...
  

I strolled around the garden looking up a mango tree, trying to slice open a riped mango

Utterly bizarre.

• Lazing around, doing absolutely nothing. Desperate Housewives Season II popped into mind. Pondered and wondered and ... out *pop* Mike Delfino
  Couldn't comprehend all the fuss over Garden Boy when you have Mike Delfino!
  Mind lingered on yummy Delfino for the longest time.
• Had Father-Daughter bonding at night watching The Beatles concerts and Concert for George (Harrison) in the Royal Albert Hall.
  Angie's Ingenious Impulsive Idea : What does it take to have ALL the children of members of The Beatles to form a band? We have Stella McCartney a.k.a Fashion Guru, Sean Lennon, Dhani Harrison, Zak Starkey, etc - these being the few celebrated offsprings of The Beatles.
  - Imagine the impact on the international music scene.
  - Imagine the hoo-ha.
  - It will be an Euphoric Keerrrr-pow phenomenon, I tell you.

And just the other day: I thought of this ...

If we get a penny for our thoughts, but we're always giving our two cents' worth, doesn't that mean we actually lose money on having opinions? And if so, shouldn't we all just shut the hell up and go shopping instead?

RPM class @ 10am this morning.

It's amazing that I've been doing RPM for a couple of months now, since May and still loving every minute of it. Addicted? I think so too.

Something had me thinking this morning. I was asked twice by 2 different RPM instructors whether I would like to teach RPM. The first time was sometime last week. This morning being the second time. We had two instructors this morning, Brazil Boy was one and the other was a female instructor. Towards the end of the class, she actually came up to me and said I was good! La la laaa ~ The bottomline is, anyone can be good at anything as long as there's a strong passion for anything that they do. And I simply am passionate about and have deep Love, lOve,loVe, lovE for RPM :)

I think everyone should possess great passion for a certain thing at least once in their lives. Imagine going through the days doing the same thing over and over again without an aim or nothing to look forward to each day - you might as well be dead, ain't it?

Who says being passionate about something has to be boring? Some might look at gardening as a boring way of passing time while others can very well claim the glory of having honed the passion into something great and beautiful (i.e. Bree Van Der Kamp from Desperate Housewives - ever noticed her well-landscaped garden?) Passion + Action = GOOD RESULTS.

Passion changes as time goes by or as we grow up. When I was younger, I was very into my piano lessons. My aim was to finish the wretched ABRSM exams as fast as possible so that I do not have to sit for exams anymore and be able to play whatever song I wish to. And, well I did it. Then, came one day when I'd developed great passion for reading - my mum never had a tougher time persuading me to go to sleep every night so that I will be able to wake up for school the next morning. I had practically devoured every single book ever written by Enid Blyton, Roald Dahl and the Grimm's Fairytales series. Heck, I even digested my first Narnia book when I was about 9. (Note: Narnia, being The Chronicles of Narnia - The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe which is coming to the cinemas in Dec) See, I was and still am a great fan of pixies, faeries, elves, goblins, nymphs, ogres, wizards - magic. One thing though, I have never read a single book of the LOTR series. I'd rather watch the movie. Know why? No offence to the LOTR books fans, but J.R.R. Tolkien being the brilliant writer he was, could write up to 5 pages just to describe a freakin' TREE!

Then as I grew older, I developed deep passion for cooking. I simply love experimenting new dishes and get friends to be my guinea pigs. Of which mostly, turned out to be quite good, and sometimes very good! Again... Passion + Action = GOOD RESULTS! Hahaha! At one point, I was very into netball and volleyball. In fact, I still love volleyball. Now and then I would dream of heading down to the beaches and have a few games of beach volleyball. Get a good bronzy tan. A good massage. Check out some great beach surfers' fabulous bods. Haaaa... that'd be a great relaxing weekend. Ok ok, got carried away and started dreaming again *wipe drool ~~~*

 And how could I ever forget being passionate about blogging? Blogging provides this platform for me to express myself, my thoughts and feelings freely. To me, blogging also serves as a communications tool for me to be able to connect to people who are close and not-so-close to me. Recently, Su Ann having read my blog, smsed me to point out what an evil person I was, in my attempts to threaten negotiate with Justin for the 2 months worth of FREE Margaritas. The power of blogging... haaa ;)

If you'd followed my blog closely, you'd read about my ex-obsession with running. So won't go into details about it. Now, we simply focus on RPM :P Speaking of which, I have started compiling my own set of music should I decide to go through some trainings, get a Certificate and start teaching. Found this song's title which the instructors were using during classes which I grew quite fond of: Kate Ryan * Desenchantee, a Polish song. (Translation: Disenchanted)

When I started doing RPM , never in my wildest imagination would I ever thought of teaching it. It's a crazy crazy dream.

But I think I am gonna give this crazy dream a try.

I am an impulsive person.

Over the years I have accumulated enough decisions, actions and stunts to rightly claim the status of being the Impulsive Queen who STILL is reigning supreme and mighty. Sometimes, actions taken were excellent, while others can sometimes be rather disastrous.

Some notable catastrophes:

• I kissed a boy whom in my little mind at that time thought he was the cutest thing ever existed after my blue pacifier. He told his older sister, whom came looking for me the next day, demanding to know why I'd kissed her little brother. I was 5 yrs old back then. Angry Sister was 6 and Cute Boy was 5 like me. We were in the same institution - kindergarten.

• I peed by the longkang in manner of squatting down with the skirt yanked up, panty pulled down and couldn't care less for anything in the world for the next 30 secs. This, was still in kindergarten (thank goodness) Reason being, I was so busy playing catch with the other kids, that had me missed my school bus. In which I didn't realize at first, and while waiting, I felt I needed to relieve myself. So ... ta-da!

• I bullied my daddy. Extremely in fact. (I was still small la, so give me a break and stop rolling those eyes k? :P) Every morning, at about 6+ am while the sun hadn't risen yet, I used to consistently cry and wail so that daddy would take me out to see little yellow chicks reared by this neighbor who lived a few houses away. So daddy would wake up while mummy was still sleeping soundly, dragged himself to my baby cot, scooped me up into a baby-pram and ... yes, made his Lil Impulsive Princess very happy and pleased. I was at that time about, 1 - 3 yrs old.

Fast forwarding a bit and...

• It was high school. During one of my favorite Chemistry classes, in the lab one day, I decided so intelligently that the 'potion' we were brewing at that time would look magnificent in purple (purple, simply being my fav color, and if you still don't know by now - shame on you!). I think I added Natrium Klorida, or was it Natrium Sulfida and the whole concoction literally, not exploded, but popped off, emitting a dangerous-sounding *Ssssssssssss…* Shocked we all were, we somehow thought it was something new and exciting that we could all dabble in while lab lessons got boring. I didn’t get my purple concoction by the way. And if any of you Kimia wizards out there who knows exactly what NaSo₄ + NH₄Cl + etc = Something purple (which most importantly DO NOT explode), be nice and do let me know and I love you k?

• Still in high school, I hated the long-winded school assemblies. You’d think managing boys is tough work, wait till you handle 500+ girls where not throwing your sanitary pads into the designated bins correctly is deemed a very serious offence and needed public ‘counseling’ almost every Monday assembly. *Roll eyes* So, impulsive girl seek escape by huddling with the other girls, with some pretended to have gastric pains and some with period cramps to have ourselves admitted to the Sick Bay. Oh, the school actually named that room Sick Bay for students who fall sick during school hours. Like us ;)

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Every tv show has commercial breaks. So must this interesting blog. HAHAHA, ok ok, I won’t push it. But really, it’s 12.33 am now and the impulsiveness in me tells me that I should shut down my notebook and go to sleep. Which, I shall obey – as usual. 

Part II to be continued ...