Amazing is back ON...

There’s still hope to be ‘amazing’ !

Life is so unexpected !

Reshoot reshoot...

Not what I mean...

Little do I realize things I say are taken seriously even though I was only teasing. I guess sometimes what I find as a joke seems crude to others.

I’m sorry if throughout me blogging, I offended anyone. Blog is meant to express my thoughts and same goes to other bloggers too. We write what we want and who cares if we get criticize. It’s not a popularity contest anyways. However, I do apologize if my comment in other blogger’s blog is uncalled for.

As I mentioned in blog war, hold on….

*scroll down to ‘Blog War’*

oh I didn’t write anything link to what I wanna say now…hehehe….

As I’m about to say, when people read with different tone and manner, sometimes it get misinterpreted into something which is nothing at all, hence, unintentionally hurting the feeling of others. Be it in a blog, a comment, a sms or an email.

I hope I’ve explained to you enough that it was just me joking with you as always and this is not the time to take me seriously or get old and sensitive on me ;-)

Nonetheless, my bad :-((

Amazing...

One day I will wake up with a racing heartbeat and may ended up with a heart attack if I don’t chill and rest it out soon. Not only I worked in a deadline-based profession, my personal life also has a deadline. Only Allah s.w.t. know when I’m due but I don’t wanna wake up dead because of aggravation !

People are supportive for good causes. Credit to….

Dir. Photography- Yus for keeping a steady arm
1st asst. producer- Ila for feedbacks
Props- Meng for filling up the space
(and you wonder why your tummy grows…hehehehe)
Linesman- Gie for staying in line with us
Support team- My sisters

While trying to be ‘amazing’, technology has once again regain victory over my anxious participation. Every time when it really matters, tech fails me and drives me up the wall !

On the bright side, there’s always next time and my passport is renewed but am only traveling in July so it doesn’t matter really.

Fri nite chill with the chix and Cik Mas perspective on things, especially concerning herself was hilariously refreshing. She cracks me up sometimes !

No matter how long I patron Qba, I still can’t salsa. I know I can do it if I have the time for the class so that’s not gonna happen anytime soon. Took Gie there and he had developed a new groove... latin dangdut !
*Enjoys geng*

The days passed by amazingly fast don’t you think ? We’re coming to 4 months of 2007 and yet so many things I have not done. Oh dang !

Korean does it too...

We always indirectly blamed Malaysian as being an inconsiderate monster on the road. They honk and speed and double park and no matter how dangerous it could be for the other road users, these buggers don’t apologize ! In fact, if you’re lucky enough, they will give you a smirk even though they’re in the wrong and that is as close as you get to an offensive driver who has done wrong and acknowledging the offended.

But alas, it seems Korean is the same too. Two nights ago, this bitch parked in front of our car and left no contact details whatsoever so that the cars she blocked could find her to move her car. We had to honked and scouted at the nearby shops for her. Assuming of course she was not moronic enough to be anywhere further. Luckily, one of the waiters knows whose car it was and called for her. He apologized on her behalf numerous time where else the Korean bitch chuckled and didn’t even looked at us to apologized for her selfishness. I should have kick and scratch or let out the air from the tyre but of course I expect everyone to be courteous as me to apologize for causing such inconvenient. Besides, I wasn’t the car owner and wasn’t the first to see her reaction. In future, I’ll check if such nincompoop has manners and if not, I’ll share them an aggressive verbalise manner lesson X-(



How I knew she was Korean? She was speaking the language !

A reflection of society...

We all have bosom friends… no actually not everyone. Some are lucky to have bosom friends and some still searching for one and some even skeptical such friendship ever exists.

Me… I’m one of those blessed few that have reliable and trusted friends. Those that are not worth my worth are shunned and I would not even bother to have their no. in my phonebook. Their true colours get revealed before any emotional damaged gets done.

Alhamdullillah.


So when I’m in a fixed, I know who to turn for help, rescue me in my dire strait and give me emotional and maybe even spiritual boost. I’m glad I have me amigos. Without them, I’ll be amigos-less…hehehe…

Now you know I have guys and gals who are my best-close-friends. I trust them and know them too well that when one start to act up or give attitude, I know it’s best to walk away and gad again when they’re back to their rationale self. When you see me with a guy, you probably think he’s my partner unless you gad with me and know who he is to me. When I’m with a gal, you guess she’s my friend but you would not know that secretly she competes with me or she’s a true friend that drops everything to help me get thru my bad times. But when I’m with a butch, you immediately think we’re a couple and wonder why I turned to the other side (but when you see a man with a man acting kind of unusual… well… that’s not mine to pry…hehehe…).

Point is, people tend to jump to conclusion when it comes to butch. I guess in a way, the majority of them tend to behave the same and I don’t really blame the mass coz they are usually seen with their partners and yes, some tried too hard to act masculine but truth is, they’re being rude and at the same time, they're full of NATO (no action talk only) but not all are like this. ‘Happy’ on the other, are more responsible and courteous and more empathetical but not all are like this too. I guess deep down inside, no matter how hard you try being the ‘other’ when you’re naturally not, the real you still dominate your attitude.

Oppstt… I sway from my earlier point.


What am saying is, things are never what it seems and we shouldn’t judge people especially those we don’t know well enough to build an opinion on.

I am blunt and direct with the way I feel, hence so are me amigos, hence that’s why we are true friends and hope to be for long long long time more :-D

A preface...

Every body has secrets. It could be a silly secret that everyone loves to mock you for or a secret you do that is so unlike you or a secret so dark that it could defamed you for life.

The beauty of being a living with a mind to think is that we decide the discourse of our lives. Right or wrong, is ours to bear. Even under influence of alcohol or drugs, we make the initial choice and choose to either consume it or not.

Point is… we make our own destiny and we choose how to react towards an action. Something stumbled upon us without welcome all the time and we, with our great mind, serious or wack the matter may be, even possibly of a sheer enjoyment, we get to choose to either face it or avoid it.

We are the master of our journey and we navigate the voyage.

This is the story about my colourful life and in every corner of my memory lays a secret that we keep to ourselves because we can and why not?

I can guarantee you it will be a bumpy ride all the way until the end. But then again, life without rough edges here and there... what fun is that *wink*


How’s that for a preface of a book… reckon u be intrigue to get it off the shelf??

Me look-alikes

I had to look for numerous pix coz there isn't a match and finally found celebrities to match me. I understand it would be hard to find an equally matched features like mine when I myself have my own star quality yet to be DiScoVereD !

My Celebrity Look-alikes

My cool celebrity look-alike collage from MyHeritage.com. Get one for yourself.

My Celebrity Look-alikes

My cool celebrity look-alike collage from MyHeritage.com. Get one for yourself.

Mammogram

For years and years they told me,
Be careful of your breasts.
Don't ever squeeze or bruise them.
And give them monthly tests.

So I heeded all their warnings,
And protected them by law.
Guarded them very carefully,
And I always wore my bra.

After 30 years of astute care,
My gyno, Dr Pruitt,
Said I should get a Mammogram
"OK," I said, "let's do it."

"Stand up here real close" she said,
(She got my boob in line),
"And tell me when it hurts," she said,
"Ah yes! Right there, that's fine."

She stepped upon a pedal,
I could not believe my eyes!
A plastic plate came slamming down,
My hooters in a vise!

My skin was stretched and mangled,
From underneath my chin.
My poor boob was being squashed,
To Swedish Pancake thin.

Excruciating pain I felt,
Within it's viselike grip.
A prisoner in this vicious thing,
My poor defenseless tit!

"Take a deep breath," she said to me,
Who does she think she's kidding?!?
My chest is mashed in her machine,
And woozy I am getting.

"There, that's good," I heard her say,
(The room was slowly swaying.)
"Now, let's have a go at the other one."
Have mercy, I was praying.

It squeezed me from both up and down,
It squeezed me from both sides.
I'll bet SHE'S never had this done,
To HER tender little hide.

Next time that they make me do this,
I will request a blindfold
I have no wish to see again,
My knockers getting steam rolled.

If I had no problem when I came in,
I surely have one now!
If there had been a cyst in there,
It would have gone "ker-pow!"

This machine was created by a man,
Of this, I have no doubt.
I'd like to stick their "you know what's" in there,
And see how they come out!!

Absolute madness !

Crazy, jesting, wacky and inane – all in the name of fun and best words to describe Saturday nite !

We’ve planned for karaoke and Sam conveniently remind me it’s his birthday on Sunday so lucky him, since I’m in KL, I invited him too. It was not an intentional plan to celebrate his day. I stopped doing that 3 years ago when come my birthday, everyone I planned their birthdays for forgotten about mine !

Yes close friends does that and I can forgive but never forget *muahahahaha*
So peeps, I’m not reliving the ritual :-p


It has been awhile since we had such senseless nite out and although the crowd is not as big as before, the fun was equally the same. It’s the people you’re with regardless how big or small and place is never a factor.

Maman for the first time joined my peeps, Yus and Meng – who came with Iza (who knows me by rep and she was cool with us too) and I was worried he’ll be appalled how we handled our session but he fit it perfectly and was just as nutty as the rest. Though it didn’t end with our usual Mamak session after, but the evening was fun fun fun ! 'Dancing Queen Ila' missed the enjoyment coz she was too tired to come with but 'Dancing Clown Sam' was a sure hit substitute and don't get my started with 'High Meng'. Yus, Maman and I saved the nite with our vocals which explained why it didn't rain cats and dogs this weekend...ehehehehe...

Come Sunday, I stayed in hibernating and oh yeah, did my room cleaning and looksy at my financial for the month… and waddayano… it aint looking fine.

A gal still needs to have a decent weekend ;-)

Glorious Food...

Keen and Lan was in KL for 2 weeks and on their last nite in KL, I managed to make time and had dinner together. We went to Wizard abendetah restaurant in Sg Wang that has a 3D haunted house in it. We were the only customers. Maybe it was a weekday but the food was good. Pizza was oozing with cheese and the drinks were spellbound. I would definitely go there again but maybe on a weekend. No fun if there aint no crowd to make a unique place like this lively. Both looked very happily merry together and Keen is her happy content self. I like it when long time friends get together, we get along like there have never been a distance between us. We have the same taste in food and to make the evening complete, Swensen did the job for us with its yummy ice cream treats.

There’s gym… there’s gym… there’s gym… there’s gym…


Last week Friday I was introduced to this no-name seafood place in BB and recent Friday I went there again coz a certain someone didn’t had enough of the crab. This time round, Yus and I went with Meng, Fara and Dd. Menu quite the same and just as good. Fried rice was tastier this time. They really enjoyed the crab. Since I’m not a crabby person, I watched and waited til they ate the last bit of the crab. It’s always good to see people stuff happy with food.

The road was oddly jammed at 1130pm. Don’t people go home and sleep at that time on a Friday nite?!?!?

Oh yeah… this is KL. No one ever sleeps.

Seize the day...

When you start getting attached to someone, any plans you have indirectly revolve around them. What you eat, who you meet, when to plan, how to go about it – all these becomes a dual involvement although sometimes it only concern one of the other.

That’s why when disagreement happen, you couldn’t be bothered to even get to it because it’s unnecessary and just unsorted.

By the end of the day, you just need to compromise and find a win-win solution. No use squirming over it. One may be unhappy with the discourse of it all, in fact both might feel dejected but life goes on so live it while you can. Joy and glum is part of living. Be glad you still live… well unless you’re like me who prefer to die young and make less sin, though at the same time, am not making enough righteousness for the life after too.

… emmm…


So I’ll live the day cause you never know, I may not seize tomorrow.

A Star...

Twice in both session of shopper understanding the respondents said I looked familiar. One said like a celebrity (or did I speculate that myself…..mmm)

This could mean two things…

(A) I’ve a commercial value face, yet to be discovered by the entertainment industry, could possibly make it big than M@wi and CT both put together !

Or

(B) I’ve typical features that can be found anywhere in Malaysia.


Of course, a star is always a STAR even if not on screen (“,)

Weekend is too short...

Dinner on Fri nite was tummy feeling good. Maman took us to a no-name stall behind marriot. I didn’t have to beat the crap out of the crab so had a big chunk of its meat. Nice ! It was also Ajeem’s birthday that nite and since he’s on a diet watch (NOT! But very cautious) no cake cutting ceremony took place. We did have Lecha for dessert and it was a honour to Ajeem’s being another year…. emmm…mature :-? Although Ajeem was not there and we didn’t even mentioned about him….hehehehe….

An excuse to indulge on a sweet treat. Our wishes and thoughts are a million worth...Ahem!!

On Saturday, it was a non-stop action for me. Started at 10am for gym, 130pm sent mom to KL for a talk/seminar, the traffic was bad to and fro. I planned to meet Lara at 3pm but had to move to 4pm because I can’t make it back on time to s.a. She wants to go to my tailor so she can wear new attire for Aboy’s wedding (hehehe…I’m sharing too much info dearie?). It has been ancient since Lara and I gad and chat so we had a late lunch at Kenny’s til about 7pm. I was desperate for a nap before a nite out with Ila and Yus. Planned for News and Zeta but of course once the mic is in our hand, it’s hard to part with so News til the end !

Sunday we headed to MidValley for an investment talk and Sunway for a vacation club membership. The invitation was given to me but waddayano… Yus signed up and now friends can benefit too !

Oh have I mentioned about the plan for a home for singles and very matured (ahem) friends? It’s a scheme to ensure you won’t be alone when you reach your golden years. Details later :-D

Blog war...

It’s amazing how we expressed things in blog when we could do it in person. What have technology makes of us now... sigh.

Anyhoot, keep it real and keep it calm. I guess when one refuses to communicate to the other, this is the only means to let the other know. Sometimes, this is the only means to express how one feels although it’s at the expense of others. Feelings get hurt and rationality becomes absurd. Just don’t make it a means to lose out on friendships. That’s why it’s important to have occasional meet up so all be in the know and not read it from a blog. Then again, reading does seem to sink in better than verbal words hay….

So to blog war… PEACE !