Do not be disillusioned with the word "Party". Note the "You will be in pain" forewarning. There will be no food, flirty chit-chats, dancing and definitely no booze. So what do we have instead? Fantastic music, 4 very fun instructors (including him) and a whole bunch of struggling sweaty hunks and chicks :)


An hour of RPM can take quite a lot out of anyone. Can't imagine what an extra hour will do to my stamina and legs! But I'm excited, really I am.


So hyped up now! Mind starts to ponder on the quantity of bananas that should be rightfully consumed beforehand. Siao right? Will bring camera to snap snap gorgeous pictures of sweaty people tomorrow!

Quotation of the week:

"Che Che Angie, can buy that white dog for me? I ask mummy to pay you back ok?"
- Chung Lay-Jien. Age: 4. One very smart toddler

Swaying to the tune of Los Lobos - Beautiful Maria of My Soul. An extremely sexy and seductive tune, in my opinion. It's in my list of songs, check it out if you can. Feel free to sway your body to it too if no one's watching, hehe. Love it, love it, lurrrrrve it.


Woke up without any hangover, thank God. Anne is still sleeping. I woke up to the gorgeous smell of freshly made pancakes. Must be Justin who's gotten back from his outstation workcall. It was a very girly night we had at Anne's. The girls were all so casual and relaxed. Heck, we could even walk around in baby-tees without bras on. Such it was, an all-female getogether - a form of woman's self-therapy. Such bliss. One of lives' simplest pleasures.


Heaven isn't it for any woman to wake up and to find the first scent that lingered into her senses was good loving aroma of breakfast/brunch made by the beloved. Unfortunately, this time around, that beloved wasn't mine. Haha. Typing away here, while I stared at her who's still in slumber, I could not help but feel this overwhelming surge of gladness in me that she has found Justin. Anne had came a long way in finding her man. She has been through a lot. Much more than me I would say. So to you Anne, I just want to say that you're one lucky lucky girl to have someone like Justin. Or in actuality, it would be better to say that, Justin is the lucky one to have a kick-ass girl like Anne. Love you girl, love you lots lots! Ok, ewww, very mushy and gross. I just want to add this: BOTH OF YOU CAN BE SO EWWW SOMETIMES IT MAKES ME SICK! :P


Ewww Couple aside. I just received another wedding invitation card yesterday. That had made it the 3rd card I've received in these 2 months. I've skipped the previous two. But I am definitely attending this. Vynice and I knew each other for about 3 years now. Knew her from The Ex (of last year's whom had brought about the major heartbreak, that onela). Dunno whether The Ex is going, gotta ask him later. The wedding dinner is set to be next Sunday at Berjaya Times Square Hotel. Call me weird but I am so happy for all my girlfriends who get married. It's like phewww, another burden lifted off! No more having to see them bitch and cry about philandering bfs. I just hope that their husbands treat them like princesses. Eh, 'princesses' is when during bf-gf times, now upgraded already la. Should be QUEENS. Yes, all hubbys in the world, hate me if you want.


Brazil Boy hates Chinese food. Can't bring him along then. Too bad.

If you haven't noticed yet, there is a little music player on the right hand side of this very girlish blogspace. Well, someone actually commented this blogspace oozes with 'femininity' - I actually like this term better *wink*


And if you scroll down the music playlist, you will see a list of songs there and definitely still growing. Will update the list from time to time, but take a look and have a listen to the songs if you can.


These songs have been my absolute absolute absolute favorites. Some of them being very personal to me. Tunes that bring back sweet and bitter memories, tunes that shape the person that I am now, and tunes that I simply enjoy no matter where I might be at any time.


My Life in Tunes - the term that explains it all :)

A lot of times I'll write something just to get it out. This is one of those entries...


How does it feel like lying and denying to yourself? Are you conscious about it? Will you be aware of the lie that you so conveniently shift aside into a tiny corner of your mind each time it unwittingly pops up to gradually gnaw away what is left of our sanity? If you are and will, would you do anything about it so that it doesn't remain as a lie but a fact that you have to eventually accept - whether you like or not.


Have you ever thought about it? We're talking about lies that you do not even want to think about let alone, dwell on the possibility of whether you are conscious about it or not so, let me rephrase my question: Have you been lying to yourselves lately?


Well I have. And just so you know, I score so well at lying to myself that it amazes me immensely. Last night, I sat staring at some reality show on tv while drowning lost in my thoughts on the complicated relationship I so wonderfully gotten myself into - The Neverending Saga of BrazilBoy and Me.


Note: I mentioned in my earlier blogs that this relationship is as over as 'goodbye forever' and it's just a matter of getting used to it and it shall not bother me right? Well hear this.


I was fiddling with my shoelaces before the start of the class yesterday. So eager and spirited I was to sweat it all out when suddenly Brazil Boy announced to everyone he'll be leaving back to Brazil in Oct. "No more Vinicius, so, byebye in October" His exact words.


*GASP*


Eyes widen. Fingers stopped fiddling with stubborn shoelaces twisted in horrible knots. Heart beat launched from *dub   dub  dub* to *thumpthumpthumpthump*. Brain activity significantly increased by 10 fold. "Didn't he say to me the other day that his contract was extended? And that the company has allocated him to a different place to stay? The plan was he'll be back to Brazil in Oct for a month holiday and back here in Nov... and why this now... perhaps, not extended afterall... how how how..." Mind succumbed into a frenzy mode.


Back home thinking about it, his sms unexpectedly popped in wishing me good night, etc. Being the impulsive girl I am, I smsed him back wishing him good night and ... "Will you be coming back in November?" SIAO RIGHT? Say wanna lose off the relationship and I actually asked him that. Somebody shoot me please.


Curious to know what he replied?


"Maybe. Kisses"

YES! THIS!


Very girly! But I like!

However, this is not the final product yet. Have more issues (with htmls) that are yet to be sorted out.

In the mean time, enjoy new colors, new images, new outlook.

Tralalalala.. la la.. la LA!

You will realize just how much Love you possess for someone when...


"You keep unshelling prawns and crabs for that person throughout the entire session of dinner."

-As demonstrated by Me. To My Brother :P

I want / fancy / desire / need  /  wish for / long for / would like ...

:: A PURPLE LAVA LAMP ::

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