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Sunday
I have this bad habit I'm trying my best to change.
I speed-read a lot. I do not pay attention to details unless I choose to. The choice is usually determined by how much the article/story relates to me or the people around me. In other words, the articles have to be somewhat interesting to hold my miniscule interest span. I speed-read articles of newspapers, magazines and novels (except chic-lic stuff occasionally). Not forgetting also articles from the Internet which I, note: Fully maximize the function of the 'scroll tab' like there's no tomorrow. That sure ain't good, is it? Many times have I caught myself in situations whereby, I was desperately trying to recall some information which I knew I have read somewhere but... just couldn't. And that frustrates me immensely! It's like the feeling of knowing something (vaguely) but you just couldn't get it out of your system. In times like these, I just feel like kickin' myself.
Well I think the main gist of this blog ain't just about me speed-reading. It's me. Me and my short attention span. Still can't fathom the fact that I am the way I am.
This is bad. I gotta change. I'm like Jack.
Friday
Another pointless rambling this is. Really.
*** This is comfortable. I subsciously keep telling myself that. So comfortable that I am afraid I might get lost in all the maze of uncertainties. So comfortable that I might drown in it. And at the end of it all, so comfortable I feel, that I might not feel so comfortable afterall. Does anyone believe in having too much comfort and happiness in life? Some people get so high in it, drown and overdosed that in the end, they get burnt so badly. Happiness is never an everlasting one, I believe. I've grown to realise that every beautiful beginning will somehow end with a tear. Some of you might disagree with me here. Being in the exuberance state of happiness you are in, you might think "Hey, this isn't true. I'm happy. So happy right now that nothing is going to take away this happiness that's in my life right now" True. To a certain period of time. Things will change. People around you will change. Everything changes. Inevitably. Whether you like it or not. Heck, if you are the one person who can stop things from changing, I would like to meet you. "Please stop bad bad things from changing into even worse ones. Please make the good ones STAY. Or BETTER," I'd tell you.
Wednesday
HL3 Sex Shop
That, was what I typed and saved on my mobile the moment I stepped into Midvalley yesterday. Interpretation: H = Zone H L3 = Level 3 Sex Shop = I-Need Shop (selling kinky sex toys, gadgets, etc) next the the entrance I came thru in I never thought it would be strange for others until Ben and Wendy started playing with my mobile and saw that msg in my Outbox. Ben: Gie, you into kinky bondage stuff eh? Not baddddd *wink* Me: What?! So that's me. I always text the exact location I park my car in shopping malls. For someone like me who is very chaotic when it comes to directions, it helps! :D So few hours into shopping, we were browsing some clothes at this place when an aunty started to chat me up. Asking me about the prices, discounts, etc. Then she saw me holding these few skirts and blouses. She asked me where did I get them. I took her to the exact rack and started explaining to her about the discounted prices. Then, she said "Actually, my daughter and you are almost the same height. Yes lar. Can you do me favor?" After that... I spent close to an hour, trying clothes for her (to be purchased for her daughter) Hehehe. It was quite an experience la. Aunty and I spoke in Cantonese throughout the whole thing. Ben and Wendy were obviously so bemused by it, they started speaking to me in Canto during dinner. Which is, weird, considering the fact that we never really spoken Canto to each other for as long as we knew each other. The two of them, terrible *tsk tsk* At the end of it, aunty thanked me so many times for doing this for her. In my heart, I was very touched by that very gesture of her, going all out to purchase clothes for her daughter. I asked her why didn't her daughter follow her along. Aunty replied with a smile, "Nahh, just like the young adults these days, they don't like to follow us, oldies for shopping." I didn't know to feel sympathetic or sad for her. For the record, I still drag my Mi around for shoppings. Shhh, don't tell her this, she makes a lousy shopping partner. Shopping taste - quite good. Shopping endurance - ZERO. Three hours into shopping she will pester me to head down to Starbucks or CoffeeBean (depending on which is the nearest at that time) "to have coffee and rest my poor tired legs". She, very cute sometimes. So to all teenage and young adult daughters out there, go shopping with your moms once in awhile. It does amazing stuff to the all 'mom-daughter bonding' thingy. Although occasionally you encounter situations like "That top so sexy. Bend a bit and you can see everythingla. Cannot. Go look for others." Happy Happy Holiday People!
Monday
Meanwhile back at Puchong (parents' place)...
Me: Miiii (short for mommy), I'm going to Bali for holiday. Mom: When? Me: End of Nov. Mom: With who? Me: Friends la. Mom: Then have to apply leaves lor? Me: Of coz lah, will apply soon. Mom: Oh. (Oh? Just like that? Cooooooool) Proceed to bug my brother. Me: Psst... eh, tell you something. I'm going on a holiday soon *smirk* Bro: Where? Me: Bali :D Bro: HUH? That place where terrorists bombed like nobody's business, that one? Me: YES. That one *smirk* But you *shhhh la! SAY SO LOUD WANNA DIE IS IT? If mommy hears, she will nag me. Bro: Miiiiiii.... che che is going to .... (voice trailing off) *Ouch* Don't pinch me lah! Meanwhile at the dining table, during lunch. Mom: Why go Bali? Nice meh? Me: Of coz lah. Beaches :D Bro: Yeaaa, beaches where terrorists love to bomb. Me: *Glare* Ahem. I thought we both agreed to *shhh about it? Mom: *Shhh about what? Bro: Che Che doesn't want you to know that she is going to a terrorist-infested area. Mom: Aiyo, you think mommy stupid is it? Me: *Eyes wide in disbelief* YOU KNOW? (never thought my mom would pay attention to news as such when she reads the papers) Mom: Of cos I know. I read the papers you know. Me: Then... then... how come... how come you never stop me from going? Mom: You so stubborn. Nag you 1 million times also you won't listen lar. (In my head: Yeah true also) *Pause* Mom: But go lar, have fun. Just be careful and take good care of yourself. I SO LOVE MY MOMMY AT THAT MOMENT K. IT'S LIKE... "MI, YOU CAN NAG ME EVERY SINGLE DAY FOR ONE WHOLE MONTH AND I WOULD STILL LOVE YOU!"
Saturday
Monthly periods.
I hate them. Especially one week before it hits you, PMS kicks in. I don't get grouchy or mood swings like some women do. Thank goodness for that eh? Else, the bf or hubby has to stay away from me for about 2 weeks each month *smirk* Cravings. I do get them sometimes. Chocolates. Gawd, it's amazing how they can help you alleviate all the PMS negativities. I especially hate the water retention part that comes with it. Bloatedness is the word. Face seems a little rounder. Pants got a little tighter as the ass gets a lil bigger. And the tummy. Oh boy, don't get me started on that. It really shows! So get this, that PMS do happen to us women. They are real, and guys, we're not making it up as an excuse to force you to 'deal' with our mood swings and what not. That we might look a little fatter than usual. That, ultimately, guys, you should try to understand the ordeal that we have to go through every single month and please, please leave us alone for awhile when we say so. Trust me, it helps you and your relationship! :D I am soooooo retaining water right now. Hope to 'flush' them out in RPM tomorrow morning. Oh yeah.
Friday
Seven crappy situations that will inevitably make you go "WTF" (or in a more polite and kid-friendly manner, "WTH")
There are more "WTF" situations from where that came from. Good gawd, can never go past a day without uttering these magical instant-expressive phrases. In a funny manner, life's too f***ed up sometimes, don't you think? ;)
Thursday
Would you take a look at that! 50 + 20 FREE SMS spaces! Pardon the ecstatic me. Did a little "spring cleaning" on my mobile recently. It used to be chockfull of... erm... scmaltzy SMSes... sentimental value notes... memorable texts, you know what I mean.
With 70 slots, it used to be a constant struggle within the indecisive me to 'erase this? keep this? important?' BUT NOT ANYMORE! No more importanto. All gone. Finito. Must *pat pat* on the head for being so 'courageous'. Don't laugh (or smirk!). Not easy, especially for someone who is ever sentimental like me :P So, bring on the smses. Have ample space. Mucho mucho free space. Mua-ha-ha-ha.
Wednesday
Today I blog about Annoying Boy.
Annoying Boy goes to the same RPM classes as I do. He will ALWAYS strategically place himself next to me. Not only does he diligently place himself within an arm's length from me, he will ALSO book my favorite spot for me. So whenever I walk into the RPM room, bike #5 is always booked with a towel. Booked. For me. That's not it. This is the most annoying part. When the class is in progress, he would stretch out his arm to reach the resistance knob on MY bike and turn it up. Kononnya wanna be my instructor like that la. But wtf! So when the knob is turned higher, what happens? Obviously I gotta pedal and push harder lar rite? Trust me, I have given him countless times of "Do you mind" glares, but they never seemed to work! OR maybe he is just playing dumb. And sometimes, as if he hasn't have enough kick from torturing me, he'll join me in BodyPump classes too! And yes, again he will place himself next to me. AND not only that, he will take the barbells and weights for me. Make me feel like a blardy retard who can't do anything. Why does he always have to do that? WHY? It's button number 3 now. I swear, when button number 4 is pushed - I will erupt.
Thursday
Ben finally posted his first entry on my other blogspace here! Let's hope he keeps his consistency and contribute as we go along.
I need inspirations to write now. Be back with one later. Oh crap.
Tuesday
Just couldn't sleep last night. Don't really know why. Insomnia.
Gave up trying to sleep by 6.30am. Got up, absolutely famished. Must be the two classes which I did back-to-back yesterday evening. Decided to be nice to myself this morning. So thought pancakes drizzled with honey would be a perfect way to start the day. No pancakes in the end. Burnt. Oh crap. Threw them away. Showered and changed. Went downstairs only to realise it was raining. Went back up the lift again to 7th floor to grab an umbrella. Reached downstairs and found out that I left my handphone at home. Went back up AGAIN. Grabbed my phone and went downstairs only to find out that the rain has stopped @*#!@!$ Still feeling hungry. Thought McDonald's McEgg Muffin would be nice too. Drove myself to the McD's at BU and guess what? Took a wrong turn. So it was 'oh crap' again. No McD's in the end. Gave up on trying to get breakfast. Gave up trying to be nice to myself. So, really, what is OK in actuality?
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