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Yesterday Annoying Boy pushed my buttons again.
I always put my locker keys on the floor next to the bike. When the class was over, I bent down to grab my keys. They weren't there. Searched for them for awhile and then I felt a tap on my left shoulder.
ANNOYING BOY WAS FREAKIN' HOLDING MY KEYS!
Breathed in and out, I calmed myself down. I mumbled 'thank you' and dashed off.
Posted at 8.11.05 by mizz_angie
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One of Life's Simplest Pleasures
Where I would love to live in. Keyword: By the beach. Not the house.
What I would most love to see each morning when I wake up
 
DOING THIS EVERYDAY! (And putting creativity into use)
How I would most love the way to end my day:
A perfect kiss with the perfect someone by the perfect sunset
And when we have FRIENDS over, we could all drink, be merry and free.
JUST LIKE THIS!
Posted at 7.11.05 by mizz_angie
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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.
- I can't remember a time where I finished coloring a single picture when I was little. My dad had to finish them for me.
- The first time I got excited over the art of cross-stitching, I chose some complicated albeit gorgeous picture to stitch only to stop halfway because I was getting impatient that my picture wasn't turning out fast enough to keephold my interest in it.
- I have 2 books which are on the shelves collecting dust of which I've read 3/4 of it but stopped because 1. the heroine died and 2. the mystical warlock destroyed the entire faerie kingdom and ultimately banished every single faerie-folk in it. Bound to have crappy endings, the both of them. So, no go for me.
- I would love to get back to piano. For the record, I've not touched the black&white keys of a piano since I was 15. I mean, of course here and there I played a bit but as for serious playing, I stopped at the age of 15. I have my reason for that. And partly was because of my Mi. (Me - Age 15, rebellious, stubborn kid... guess you'd know the reason). I shall dedicate a whole individual blog for this, one day.
- I attempted knitting a little something for the Used-to-be-Special-Someone until 60% to it, I stopped cos... well, we broke up. Heheh.
- And for the past few months, I actually subscribed to http://www.transparent.com for the language of SambaLand. They are cute. They deliver a new word each day into your mailbox. Hence, the creation of a special folder aptly named "Portuguese" in my mailbox. And as you would have guessed, subscription has been cancelled now ;)
This is bad. I gotta change. I'm like Jack.
Jack of all trades, and master of none.
Posted at 6.11.05 by mizz_angie
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Disaster Waiting to Happen Another pointless rambling this is. Really.
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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.
Posted at 4.11.05 by mizz_angie
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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!
Posted at 2.11.05 by mizz_angie
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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!"
Posted at 31.10.05 by mizz_angie
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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.
Posted at 29.10.05 by mizz_angie
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Seven crappy situations that will inevitably make you go "WTF" (or in a more polite and kid-friendly manner, "WTH")
- Getting a 'saman' early in the morning. What a way to begin your day la rite?
- You're on the Ground Floor. Get into a lift and
morons people hit on Level 1 and 2. LEVEL ONE, for crying out loud! Can die from walking up two flights of stairs ah? Baffles me silly.
- You are stuck behind a queue of credit-card paying people who irritatingly pay with total purchases of RM35.20, RM23.50, RM15.90 each. In situation like this, you automatically go... "wtf".
- Driving on highways on Sundays is a nerve-wrecking experience, I kid you not. What does the term "Fast Lane" tell you? At least 90km/hr and above right? But nooooooo, not for some people who believe it's OK to drive at 50 on the fast lane. "Wtf" right.
- More queueing ups. This time, waiting in line for cash withdrawal. As you wait patiently for your turn, your mind begin to wonder off to the pretty party dress at NafNaf you've been eyeing on for quite sometime now AND is finally getting it! Ok, just a couple of mins more, you say to yourself. You wait. Wait. Wait. And finally it's your turn. GUESS WHAT? The machine 'apologizes' for being out of order. "WTHHHHHHH"
- You're searching for a spot in the parking lot in Midvalley. Unlike me dad who will wait at one spot for cars to go out, I will round the same parking base a gazillion times if I have to (and I wonder where does my petrol go all the time). Then suddenly, your eyes lit up as you spot this woman getting into her car, hitting the reverse signal. So you automatically hit on the signal indicator, and wait on gleefully. Ok, the woman got her car out and as you're about to make a dive into the spot, out of nowhere, comes a MORON who conveniently stuffs his car into the empty spot ALTHOUGH he saw the blinking indicator on your car. In moments like this, you not only go "WTFFFFFF". You give a long honk. Then to redeem your pride, you should always get down from the car and give that fella a piece of your mind. You don't? Well I do. All the time :)
- And lastly, you wake up feeling all beautiful, loved, inspired and all out to conquer the world. You take a look at the mirror and a bright red spot right in the middle of your nose stares cheekily back at you. So what do you say? "WTHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"
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? ;)
Posted at 28.10.05 by mizz_angie
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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.
Posted at 27.10.05 by mizz_angie
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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.
Posted at 26.10.05 by mizz_angie
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