Blogger is having PMS so I'm gonna do this thingy from Mia and Yo:
1) Name someone with the same birthday as you.
Ho Soong Leng from primary school. I'm amazed I still remember this.
2) where was your first date?
I can't recall but I'm pretty sure it involved other friends. I never do a 'one on one' date thing when I first start liking someone. I find it awkward. I like natural progression where at first two people just 'hang out' and then BAM! You're on a date.
3) Have you ever seriously vandalised someone else's property?
Perhaps.
4) Have you ever hit someone of the opposite sex?
Does my brother count? If so, yes, all the time.
5) Have you ever sang in front of a large number of people?
Yep. School choir, kindergarten (I sang Do Re Mi). Er...karaoke?
6) What is the first thing you notice about the opposite or same sex?
Looks - kinda hard not to. And then the way he/she talks.
7) What do you usually order from starbucks?
I don't drink coffee. So some fruity tea or anything chocolatey.
8) What is your biggest mistake?
Giving my all and not holding back. I should have known better.
9) Have you ever hurt yourself on purpose?
Refer to the above. I have no one to blame but myself so...Yes.
10 ) Say something totally random about you.
I feel like having sushi.
11) Has anyone ever said you looked like a celebrity?
Yes, Coco Lee. Wha...?
12) Do you still watch kiddy movies or tv shows?
Yes. It makes me forget about grown-up realities for a while.
13) Did you have braces?
No.
14) Are you comfortable with your height?
After 27 years, I better be. I could be taller though.
15) What is the most romantic thing someone of the opposite sex has said to you?
I don't care much for words these days. Talk is cheap. I'll know it when he shows it.
16) When do you know it's love?
I don't know anymore. I'm just gonna marry for money, haha.
17) Do you speak any other languages?
Malay. Sexual references in Cantonese (haha). A bit of Tagalog. And I'm trying to pick up Mandarin - failing miserably (who needs four tones in one language?)
18) Have you ever been to a tanning salon?
No.
19) What magazines do you read?
Women's magazines, the usual: Cleo, Cosmo,Marie Claire etc. Travel & Leisure. Time. Personal Money (don't laugh, I actually have a subscription).
20) Have you ridden in a limo?
no.
21) Has anyone you were really close with passed away?
Yes.
22) Do you watch mtv?
How else would I be able to imitate Britney/Mariah/Shakira?
23) What's something that really annoys you?
Negative people in the workplace. It's so demoralizing. My personal life is shitty as it is, can we keep the office a happy place please?
24) What's something you really like?
When everything is bringing you down and life is one big 'ugh', I like that certain something that can still make me smile. It can be my cat climbing up my lap, my niece saying "Hi Tita!" or my friends telling a stupid joke that only we understand :)
25) Do you like michael jackson?
He's got good stuff, weird habits. I'm indifferent.
26) Can you dance?
Hell yeah, haha!
27) What's the latest you have ever stayed up?
I came home from clubbing at 6am once in KL. That would be it.
28) Have you ever thought that you were honestly going to die?
Yes.
29) Have you ever been rushed by an ambulance into the emergency room?
No.
30) What do you wish for?
World peace (really ba). More money so i can travel. And all the happiness in the world for the people I care about. Oh, and to live happily ever after.
Thursday, June 08, 2006
Wednesday, June 07, 2006
Children=Scary
Last night, I confirmed that children are on the top of my 'Scary' list together with roaches, serial killers and the sight of Rob Thomas trying to dance. (warning: Spoilers ahead.)
I watched 'The Omen' on the day it opened (June 6 of course). I wanted to post a few photos of the the kid who plays Damien (Seamus something-something) but blogger is still being an ass about it so let me just explain by saying the kid is C.R.E.E.P.Y.
But seriously, you didn't expect the Antichrist to have curly blond hair and bounce to Barney songs, did you? If you watched the original, you'll know the details. The remake didn't run away much from the original plot, except that it's set in 2006 (06.06.06. Duh). Mommy is Julia Stiles (in her first mummy role, if I'm not mistaken) and she's not half bad. When she starts fearing her son, you actually feel like reaching into the screen and shaking her husband to his senses, "LISTEN TO HER YOU DUMBASS!" Few gory scenes - my favourite being the one where the priest dies with a spear right through his heart and shards of glass decorating him like candles on a cake. Creative.
Should I give the plot away? Ok, like this lah: I won't give it COMPLETELY away but I will advise you to remember that the original Omen movie was followed by Omen Part 2,3 and 4. When people left the cinema last night whining about a bad ending, I wanted to yell, "But there's MORE! Just you wait!"
Of course, I didn't for fear of looking deranged.
Not as scary as I would've liked it to be (coming from me, that's ironic) and there were few jump-out-of-your-seat scenes. I must give an honourable mention to Mia Farrow for playing the creepiest nanny in the history of film. No wait...In the history of time would be more befitting. (She looks young for her age though...Does anyone know if she's done surgery?). If anything, the movie has a few lessons:
1. If a suspicious looking priest keeps showing up reciting biblical poems and saying, "You and I will die!", please take him seriously.
2. Rottweilers are synonymous with the devil. But i still think they're cute.
3. If you have travelled from London to the Vatican to the farthest regions of Jerusalem and back to London, lost a traveling companion, stared death in its eyes and have TWO Rottweilers (yes they keep showing up) try to chew your arm off...PLEASE believe that all this hard work and bad luck must mean your son is indeed the Antichrist.
4. Learn Italian (it sounds sexy)
5. Marry a diplomat - you get to travel.
6.Don't ever switch babies in the hospital.
7. Don't ever switch babies in the hospital and lie to your wife about it. You're talking about a species that can differentiate low-fat milk from superfat milk just by scent.
8. If you live in a house nearly four storeys high, you might wanna think twice before climbing on the highest railing to water your plants.
9. Nannies without proper portfolios work for the devil.
10. 666 is the sign of the devil. Not 999 - that's the ambulance emergency line.
Which reminds me, another thing that annoyed me during the movie was a bunch of girls sitting behind my seat:
(scene shows father trying to search for the 666 sign on Damien's scalp)
Girl 1: Nah...see...got number on his kepala!
Girl 2: 69! It's a 69! He's the Antichrist!
Girl 3: eh...not 69 la. 66.
Girl 1: 69 bah...See properly.
Girl 3: No! 66!
Girl 2: Wrong la. It's 999.
Apparently, Damien is either the God Of Porn or Ambulance Line Spawn.
The verdict: Watch it because it's a classic but it's not exactly going to win any Oscars.
I watched 'The Omen' on the day it opened (June 6 of course). I wanted to post a few photos of the the kid who plays Damien (Seamus something-something) but blogger is still being an ass about it so let me just explain by saying the kid is C.R.E.E.P.Y.
But seriously, you didn't expect the Antichrist to have curly blond hair and bounce to Barney songs, did you? If you watched the original, you'll know the details. The remake didn't run away much from the original plot, except that it's set in 2006 (06.06.06. Duh). Mommy is Julia Stiles (in her first mummy role, if I'm not mistaken) and she's not half bad. When she starts fearing her son, you actually feel like reaching into the screen and shaking her husband to his senses, "LISTEN TO HER YOU DUMBASS!" Few gory scenes - my favourite being the one where the priest dies with a spear right through his heart and shards of glass decorating him like candles on a cake. Creative.
Should I give the plot away? Ok, like this lah: I won't give it COMPLETELY away but I will advise you to remember that the original Omen movie was followed by Omen Part 2,3 and 4. When people left the cinema last night whining about a bad ending, I wanted to yell, "But there's MORE! Just you wait!"
Of course, I didn't for fear of looking deranged.
Not as scary as I would've liked it to be (coming from me, that's ironic) and there were few jump-out-of-your-seat scenes. I must give an honourable mention to Mia Farrow for playing the creepiest nanny in the history of film. No wait...In the history of time would be more befitting. (She looks young for her age though...Does anyone know if she's done surgery?). If anything, the movie has a few lessons:
1. If a suspicious looking priest keeps showing up reciting biblical poems and saying, "You and I will die!", please take him seriously.
2. Rottweilers are synonymous with the devil. But i still think they're cute.
3. If you have travelled from London to the Vatican to the farthest regions of Jerusalem and back to London, lost a traveling companion, stared death in its eyes and have TWO Rottweilers (yes they keep showing up) try to chew your arm off...PLEASE believe that all this hard work and bad luck must mean your son is indeed the Antichrist.
4. Learn Italian (it sounds sexy)
5. Marry a diplomat - you get to travel.
6.Don't ever switch babies in the hospital.
7. Don't ever switch babies in the hospital and lie to your wife about it. You're talking about a species that can differentiate low-fat milk from superfat milk just by scent.
8. If you live in a house nearly four storeys high, you might wanna think twice before climbing on the highest railing to water your plants.
9. Nannies without proper portfolios work for the devil.
10. 666 is the sign of the devil. Not 999 - that's the ambulance emergency line.
Which reminds me, another thing that annoyed me during the movie was a bunch of girls sitting behind my seat:
(scene shows father trying to search for the 666 sign on Damien's scalp)
Girl 1: Nah...see...got number on his kepala!
Girl 2: 69! It's a 69! He's the Antichrist!
Girl 3: eh...not 69 la. 66.
Girl 1: 69 bah...See properly.
Girl 3: No! 66!
Girl 2: Wrong la. It's 999.
Apparently, Damien is either the God Of Porn or Ambulance Line Spawn.
The verdict: Watch it because it's a classic but it's not exactly going to win any Oscars.
Tuesday, June 06, 2006
No place like home.
So I spent one week out of the office (yay) and five of those days in Sandakan and Tawau. A scenic shot of Tawau below:
Ok maybe not. But it felt like it. Don't get me wrong, I don't mind trips to Sandakan and Tawau. Sandakan has great wildlife and historical sites and Tawau is the gateway to my island haven. But to be brutally honest...There really ain't much to shout about when it comes to the town itself. No offense to fellow Sandakanians and Tawaulites (ok I made those up but it seems to sound fine), but I really was bored out of my mind.
My colleagues and I were there with the Dama Orchestra, who were performing in the abovementioned towns. My company is the official organiser of the event so naturally, we had to go on the road with them during their time in Sabah. On the upside, the Dama people are wonderful to work with. Despite their award-winning status and having performed around the world, they are the most down-to-earth performers I have ever met. No attitude, no airs, no diva demands. They are professional, talented and above all, just really nice people. Will blog photos later.
Anyway, back to my trip. It was five days and four nights of socialising, eating, sleeping and -when we weren't working at the event - wondering how to kill time. Oh and we gambled a bit. And for the first time, I actually won! Not much but enough to buy lunch. And at a card game too (cho tai ti to be exact). I suck at card games. On another note, the hotel in tawau which was our humble abode for two nights...was haunted. Maybe i should say IS haunted. I didn't SEE anything (thank god or i'd be in therapy right now). For those who don't know me yet, I am the Queen of Chicken Shit. Anyway, we had just checked in and i wanted to squeeze in a nap. Half an hour into deep slumber, someone starts whispering in my ear.
I kid you not.
Strangely, I didn't freak out immediately because I thought it was my roomie talking to me. But she was sound asleep too. Okaaay. panicpanicpanicpanicpanic. Close eyes. Think happy thoughts. I went back to sleep, thank goodness, but had nightmares over and over. The next morning, after a total of three hours of sleep, i tried to forget about it. Even when the curtains moved by themselves (and coveniently my roomie was showering), I simply turned the TV volume up. You cannot imagine how freaked out I was. Needless to say, the whole hotel gave me the spooks and I did not have much sleep during my stay there. Overactive imagination? Perhaps. But I've stayed in countless hotels (alone at some) and without a paranormal problem. But the minute I stepped into the room...I just knew. I know that sounds vague but sometimes, when you get goosebumps for no reason, it's usually for a reason.
When the plane landed in KK, I nearly broke into applause. After I hugged my cats, I went straight to bed, sniffed my lovely sheets and went to sleep. The only thing haunting me was the thought of dragging myself back to the office in the morning.
And i missed YOU. Did you miss me? :)
Friday, May 26, 2006
Professional Waiter
I was chatting online with one of my girlfriends yesterday. We mulled over our current predicament and 'relationship adventures'. Here's a modified transcript of that conversation (without giving away too much):Her: ...so basically I wait?
Me: We're always waiting. Do you think it's worth the wait?
Her: I dunno.
Me: Sitting, waiting, wishing. Like Jack Johnson says.
Her: We're like professional waiters.
Professional waiters. It was so corny yet made complete sense. Looking back, observing the present and thinking of the future, I've officially turned into an official 'waiter'. Not in the 'bring me a glass of water' (in case you haven't caught that yet...). And why? Why do we subject ourselves into becoming diligent albeit foolish waiters? Is there a big, fat tip waiting at the end of the waiting? Will we be rewarded with doggy biscuits for our 'sit,stay,good girl' antics? Waiting and patience have only gotten me so far. So screw the waiting, I say. Many of us were brought up to believe that good things come to those who wait.
I'm 27, I've waited and to be honest with you, I'm getting a bit tired of waiting.
"But you're only 27..." so whine the Sages of Wisdom. Oh shut up. This is my blog and I'll complain if i want to. I'm not an ingrate. I have a roof over my head, a stable job, good (but questionable) health bla bla bla bla....Spare me the righteous bullshit because I already know what's good in my life.
See, I don't claim to be the nicest person in the world (cursing other drivers kinda rules that out) but I feel I deserve a fair deal for the nice things I HAVE done in my past relationships. Boring long story short: I wanna get what I give. I wanna reap what I sow. Get the pic? But I sow and sow and sow...And I still ain't reapin'. I mean, to be fair, I reap for a while lah. And then somehow my plantation gets 'infested' or something, and I don't get to enjoy the fruits of my labour anymore. Bummer.
But i digress. My point is, I must aspire to be more than a Professional Waiter. A friend of mine told me yesterday: Think like a child and you'll be happy. Children just enjoy the moment. They seldom think of the consequences or the what ifs. We adults think too much. Children see something they like and grab it. If they fall off the monkey bars, they cry, pick themselves up and climb again. So let's apply this to our adult life: Meet a man, he breaks your heart, you cry and then you find another guy to play with again. You have a great job, you get fired, your and then you find another job.
Hey, I get it now!
I guess it's good to live in the moment. No more five-year plans. All that matters is 'now'. You've left the past and you can't see the future. All you have to deal with is the present. My advice to my girlfriends: Have fun now. Screw the consequences. Don't plan the future. You are answerable to no one else but yourself so feel free to do whatever you want, regardless of societal expectations. Be selfish. No more waiting. Just do it (Nike schmikey, it gets the point across).
Ok, beyond the Deep-and-Meaningful-Life-Lesson blog for today, in other areas of my life:
1. Good news: I will be away from the office beginning May 27th till June 5th. Yay!
2. Bad news: It's for work. And I foresee dealing with difficult people.
3. Going drinking this weekend
4. Going to Kellybays in Tuaran for some crab-catching, kayaking, mangrove cruising, banana boat-riding and lunch.
5. Some shitty people in the office really pissed me off today and I've decided that they are a waste of space and time in this universe. May their genitals be infested by a thousand fleas, rot and fall off.
6. I'm feeling mean these days and for the first time in a long time...I don't feel bad about it at all. Maybe I AM changing for the better.
Have a great weekend and remember: If you are an idiot, please stay away from me and my friends.
Tuesday, May 23, 2006
'Hello, I'm an Idiot Driver.'
You know what I hate most about driving?
Other drivers.
At least 'P' license holders (drivers on probation) have a huge sticker on their cars asking for some consideration. I like to think it stands for 'Pardon me' or 'Practicing', but some 'P' drivers act as if they're trying to prove they're 'Pieces of shit', 'Pandai'(clever) or '****mak' (i'll leave you to figure that one out.
But how about the rest of the driving population? First you have the 'uncles/aunties' who road hog at 20 (25 if they're feeling 'dangerous') km/h. And then the Sunday drivers who point at every freakin' signboard, tree, house as they pass as if to make a truly genius observation to their passengers, "Wah...So nice la dat house. But ours nicer." And then you have the Idiot Drivers who think amber at the traffic light means 'go faster'. The Super Idiot Drivers not only go faster at the amber lights, they try to knock some pedestrians down while leaving a trail of black smoke and pounding music in the background.
I nearly got into TWO accidents in the last week and neither of which was I at fault. Scenario one: Roundabout. Why do idiots become stupider at roundabouts? It's like the population's IQ drops by 80 percent everytime they see one. It's verrry simple, you dodo drivers. There are usually two lanes. STAY in your lane and if you are in the outer lane you CANNOT cut into the inner lane as you make a turning. Comprende? Anyway, back to my near accident. There I was, minding my own business, lalalala and already in the roundabout area. Suddenly I see a pick-up approaching from the left at high speed. He's not slowing down. This could be a problem. He suddenly realises he might actually kill me so he slams on his brakes, screeching, causing a panic behind him and me looking for my liver which might have dislocated itself during the whole commotion. Say it with me now: Idiot.
Scenario two: I'm at a junction.Anyone with half a brain (or even George Bush for that matter) stops to look both ways. Elementary driving rule. Idiot yellow kelisa behind me probably needs to shit really bad so he decides he can't wait and overtakes me AT A JUNCTION. And I don't realise this until I'm actually make my right turn. And, wowee junior juice, wants to make a right turn as well.
(Do you see a problem yet?)
I brake. He brakes. We're both in the middle of the road and I'm yelling at him, "Oi, bodoh, this is my way la! (expletive expletive)". Yellow Kelisa man looks non-chalant (probably trying to get his shrunken balls back to its normal peanut size) and zooms off. His devil may care attitude pisses me off even more and -in a brief yet harmless moment of road rage- I actually tail the guy and drive thisclose to his bumper just to annoy him. The best part is, he had to trail behind a really slow Toyota and was basically sandwiched by the Toyota and yours truly. Ok so I'm not proud of being a bully but I dislike being on the other end of the stick at the same time. Idiot Yellow Kelisa was NOT going to get away so easily.
And why don't people signal? Hellooooo, those lights aren't decorative you know. You know whats worse than people who don't signal? People who signal as they make the turn. Bodoh.
And BUSSES. Oh my oh my oh my how I hate them busses. They jump queue, stop wherever they like and always have pervy passengers who look into your car as they drive by.
Sometimes, just when I think I can't stand other drivers on the road, another breed of beings top the list:
Pedestrians.
Friday, May 19, 2006
I've been busy: Evidence below.
I have free time! Ok, time to see the Life and Times (over the last two weeks anyway) of Melissa in photos:
Sabah Fest, May 5th. A night of cultural extravaganza. And cute kids in traditional costumes.
Sabah Fest, May 5th. A night of cultural extravaganza. And cute kids in traditional costumes. 
Mmm prawns. Did a write-up of Salut Seafood Restaurant and I tell you...these shrimps were finger-lickin' good.
Salut Seafood Restaurant: Giant clams and tiny me.
"James, bring me the tea and scones. La di da.." Having a moment at the Tip of Borneo, Tanjung Simpang Mengayau, Kudat. May 12, final rehearsal. Very windy and fortunately not as hot as the year before.
The big day: The Sunset Symphony performs on May 13 at the Tip of Borneo. Please. Don't. Rain.
Tired and in bad need of a shower. My colleagues and I taking time out after the event. We had dinner, reached the hotel at 11pm and fell asleep with a book in my hand. Not quite the wild birthday celebration I had in mind, heh.
Found an old shot of my and workmates enjoying a round of Happy Hour after work. Haven't had one of these in a while, sob.
There you go. Hopefully this weekend will be a bit more laid-back. Have a good one peeps.
Thursday, May 18, 2006
Can't. Write. Any. More.
Date: May 18, 2006
Place: The office
Time: 11:46am
Mood: Slightly irritated, a twinge of anxiety
Feeling: ...kinda sleepy, mentally tired and getting hungry.
Listening to: Jack Black singing 'School Of Rock'
I'm alone in the office and I just can't write (anything coherent or office-related) anymore. So a recap for y'all: I'm back from the Tip of Borneo, where we had the Sunset Symphony thing. Monday i had more magazine related stuff to do, visited the Tun Mustapha Gallery (it's pretty kewl) and attended a 2-day translation course on Tuesday and Wednesday. I'm back in the office with shitloads to do and i have to admit I didn't start the morning as happily as I could have. Blame the work. Blame the people who can't get their facts right. Blame the people who can't give me two minutes to breathe. On top of office work, I've got a freelance writing deadline to meet tomorrow. And i have written zilch. This be great.
Yesterday i took a break and met up with my girlfriends. PS2 + Eye Toy + an inflatable bat = good times. I need a holiday. A weekend of no interruptions, no work, no annoying phone calls, no whiny clients...So that when i get back, there'll be no more whiny, annoying Me.
I watched Poseidon (I read your blog a little too late, Yo) and I felt even more stressed after that. Watch it at your own peril.
I'm outta here...Need to find something to much on.
Place: The office
Time: 11:46am
Mood: Slightly irritated, a twinge of anxiety
Feeling: ...kinda sleepy, mentally tired and getting hungry.
Listening to: Jack Black singing 'School Of Rock'
I'm alone in the office and I just can't write (anything coherent or office-related) anymore. So a recap for y'all: I'm back from the Tip of Borneo, where we had the Sunset Symphony thing. Monday i had more magazine related stuff to do, visited the Tun Mustapha Gallery (it's pretty kewl) and attended a 2-day translation course on Tuesday and Wednesday. I'm back in the office with shitloads to do and i have to admit I didn't start the morning as happily as I could have. Blame the work. Blame the people who can't get their facts right. Blame the people who can't give me two minutes to breathe. On top of office work, I've got a freelance writing deadline to meet tomorrow. And i have written zilch. This be great.
Yesterday i took a break and met up with my girlfriends. PS2 + Eye Toy + an inflatable bat = good times. I need a holiday. A weekend of no interruptions, no work, no annoying phone calls, no whiny clients...So that when i get back, there'll be no more whiny, annoying Me.
I watched Poseidon (I read your blog a little too late, Yo) and I felt even more stressed after that. Watch it at your own peril.
I'm outta here...Need to find something to much on.
Thursday, May 11, 2006
Quickie.
Hello everyone. A quick post to say I'm alive and busy. I'm off to Kudat tomorrow for the Sunset Symphony event and will be back Sunday so until then...I'm going to remain missing in action for a while. Updates? Besides loads of work, I'm having a slight insomnia problem. Here's the creepy thing: I wake up every day around 2-3am without fail, go back to sleep and wake up again at 5am. Every single day. Even bloody weekends. If this keeps up, I'm gonna start popping pills. On a brighter note, I might actually start losing weight.
Yawn. Ok, back to business. Enjoy the long weekend (i hate you guys).
Yawn. Ok, back to business. Enjoy the long weekend (i hate you guys).
Thursday, May 04, 2006
May-day May-day!
A quick post today. May is normally my favourite month of the year for several reasons:
1. Half the year is almost gone
2. Christmas is only 7 months away
3. Lots of reasons to celebrate: mother's day, my brother's bday, Sel's bday, my parents' anniversary etc
4. Plenty of Public Holidays, four to be exact.
4. and of course...It's my bday month, heh.
But i digress. May also happens to be the busiest month for Sabah tourism in terms of events and this year, on top of events, the work load just keeps piling on. I have two major brochures to compile and produce (aalllll by myselllllfffff...), daily cultural shows in shopping malls to host for the next two weeks, a 2-day English-Malay translation course to attend sometime in the third week AND to top it off: My magazine production schedule has been brought two weeks ahead to meet printing deadlines as offices will be closed at the end of the month for the Harvest Festival.
phew.
And my editor in KL (my freelance job) is waiting for my story on Karim Rashid (refer to earlier post) . And i have yet to do the interview. The Sabah Fest is this Friday, the Kiulu 4M Challenge (a traditional sporting event) is on Sunday and next weekend I will be at the Tip of Borneo for the Sunset Symphony. Sigh. And i still have food reviews to do, places to visit, people to interview for the magazine....
Must. Breathe.
Ok, time's a ticking. Wish me luck.
Thursday, April 27, 2006
Hmm. Strange.
It's a strange week. Work-wise, life-wise, everything-wise. I had days where I didn't see the point in anything. And days where all I could do is work, work, work. All i want to do these days is run (literally run, like in the park) and I wake up automatically at 5am everyday. This morning was a new record: 4:30am. Thing is, I'm not sleepy for the rest of the day.I worked late last night and had a few beers and went home...and still couldn't sleep. The past week I've felt completely dejected and rejected. But maybe God decided to cut me some slack and delivered some good news too...So i can't complain. You ever feel like your life is in shambles but it's also not? Confusing, I know but I don't know how else to explain it. It's like you've fallen down and can't get up but then again, you kinda like lying down on the ground doing nothing. Heh. Bad analogy i know. I was also offered an all-expenses trip to Vietnam (don't ask. It's too long and twisted a story). I'd take it but,er, it comes with all sorts of complications that I don't really want to get into right now.
Okaaaaay. Quiz time.
Oh yeah, I could DEFINITELY use one of these!
yeah yeah yeah and I'll have a side order of world peace while i'm at it. Ok, I need something lighter:
Yeah bay-beh.
Okaaaaay. Quiz time.
| Your Love Life Secrets Are |
 Looking back on your life, you will have a few true loves. You've been deeply wounded in the past, and you're still recovering from that hurt. You expect a lot from your lover - you want the full package. You tend to be very picky. In fights, you love to debate and defend yourself. You logic prevails - or at least you'd like to think so. You have a hard time ending relationships, even if the other person says it's over. |
| You Should Be a Joke Writer |
 You're totally hilarious, and you can find the humor in any situation. Whether you're spouting off zingers, comebacks, or jokes about life... You usually can keep a crowd laughing, and you have plenty of material. You have the makings of a great comedian - or comedic writer. |
| You Should Drive a Saturn Sky |
 You're sleek and smooth, and you need a car to match your hot persona. Besides, sometimes you want your top up - and sometimes you want it down. |
Oh yeah, I could DEFINITELY use one of these!
| Your Personality Is |
You are a passionate, caring, and unique person. You are good at expressing yourself and sharing your ideals. You are the most compassionate of all types and connect with others easily. Your heart tends to rule you. You can't make decisions without considering feelings. You seek out other empathetic people to befriend. Truth and authenticity matters in your friendships. In love, you give everything you have to relationships. You fall in love easily. At work, you crave personal expression and meaning in your career. With others, you communicate well. You can spend all night talking with someone. As far as your looks go, you've likely taken the time to develop your own personal style. On weekends, you like to be with others. Charity work is also a favorite pastime of yours. |
yeah yeah yeah and I'll have a side order of world peace while i'm at it. Ok, I need something lighter:
| Your Stripper Song Is |
 Pour Some Sugar on Me by Def Leppard "Love is like a bomb, baby, c'mon get it on Livin' like a lover with a radar phone Lookin' like a tramp, like a video vamp Demolition woman, can I be your man?" Break out the baby oil, you rock it old school. |
Yeah bay-beh.
Wednesday, April 26, 2006
Karim Rashid
So there's this designer dude from New York. Karim Rashid, half Egyptian, half English (i hope i got my facts right). I was browsing through his website, getting to know the man and his work. Pretty modern stuff la: brightly coloured chairs that don't look too comfy, distorted mirrors, funky doggy bowls (i liked this) and he also designed the Issey Miyake women's fragrance bottles and limited edition Echo Davidoff. Anyway, what REALLY caught my attention was one of his furniture designs which went on display in the New York Sex Museum (reason #103 to visit the Big Apple). Check this out:
It's called the Karimsutra (no points for guessing how to use it). Talk about getting a conversation piece for your new home. Forget Lego. Now THIS is what i call hours of endless fun! But for comfort sake, I think it should be cushioned with PVC or leather or something. You could get some nasty accidents in the heat of the moment, if you know what I mean. Other cool stuff from Mr. Rashid: 
The Edra. And it's PINK!
Guest:"That's a cool giant kidney bean you have there..."
Me: "I know. Pick a pod and have a seat."
The Kloudchair. I think it swivels. And if it doesn't, I think it should.
And finally, the Worganic. 
"To give your home a Dali look." heh heh. Disturbingly distorted makes these a delight!
There are some things I can't quite grasp though. Consider exhibit A:
This, ladies and gents, is what he calls a Pearl Mask. Perfect way of telling your significant other he/she's hideous:
Him: Here you go, honey. Happy Birthday.
Her: Oh Sugar Puff, you shouldn't have!
Him:Well, you did want pearls this year. Here, let me put it on for you.
Her: How does it look?
Him: Really brings out your eyes.
And I bring you, the Schmoo (I'm not making up all these names, really...)
"Prepare the spaceship for take-off, Commander."
And just how fashion-conscious is New York? They have DESIGNER manhole covers, people. You try stepping on one of these babies without being mauled by the fashion powh-leese.
"I'm too sexy for my shirt, so sexy, it hurts..."
-Right Said Fred (who fell off the bed and knocked his head when he wrote this song), I'm Too Sexy.
Tuesday, April 25, 2006
Tuesday's child loves a quiz. Or two.
| Who Should Paint You: Gustav Klimt |
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Gustav Klimt? Google time.
| Your Five Factor Personality Profile |
 Extroversion: You have medium extroversion.You're not the life of the party, but you do show up for the party.Sometimes you are full of energy and open to new social experiences.But you also need to hibernate and enjoy your "down time." Conscientiousness: You have medium conscientiousness.You're generally good at balancing work and play.When you need to buckle down, you can usually get tasks done.But you've been known to goof off when you know you can get away with it. Agreeableness: You have low agreeableness.Your self interest comes first, and others come later, if at all.In general, you feel that people are not to be trusted.And you're skeptical that anyone else really feels differently. Neuroticism: You have medium neuroticism.You're generally cool and collected, but sometimes you do panic.Little worries or problems can consume you, draining your energy.Your life is pretty smooth, but there's a few emotional bumps you'd like to get rid of. Openness to experience: Your openness to new experiences is low.You're a pretty conservative person, and you favor what's socially acceptable.You think that change for novelty's sake is a very bad idea.While some may see this as boring, many see you as dependable and wise. |
Yeah I really needed a test to affirm that I'm boring.
| How You Life Your Life |
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Point taken. Next:
| You Are Sunrise |
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I start and end everyday by looking inward... Really?
YOU ARE A CORONA |
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Finally! A test that got me right :)
Saturday, April 22, 2006
Ups, downs, smiles and frowns.
Saturday afternoon. 3:24pm. Office desk. I know i could be at more exciting locations right now but considering my so-called life, the office is pretty good. Just thought I'd blog before I get some work done. I don't HAVE to be here but since I can't really think of better things to do right now...Well, you get the pic.
Actually, I had a rather busy day. Breakfast with Haw, and then off to the airport to interview the Vice Chancellor of London for the magazine, went shopping for a friend's daughter's gift, gave a goodbye hug to Andrina who's leaving for KL today, another quick round of shopping, lunch and to the office. Phew. And I'm planning to go for a jog. I've started running again and this time, I really would like to stick to my cardio program. Tonight, movie marathon! I bought a few DVDs: Wedding Crashers, North Country and Crash (bought this couple of weeks ago). Plus my parents are gonna be out of the house so...Heh, the Palace is aaaallll mine. For a few hours anyway.
Last night i went to watch 'The Wild'. Which turned out...ok. Not bad, not good but...ok. After that, I had my first beer after the LONGEST time. It tasted like heaven and a half. I wanted a Corona actually Carlsberg would have to do.
Me likey me Corona....
Actually, I had a rather busy day. Breakfast with Haw, and then off to the airport to interview the Vice Chancellor of London for the magazine, went shopping for a friend's daughter's gift, gave a goodbye hug to Andrina who's leaving for KL today, another quick round of shopping, lunch and to the office. Phew. And I'm planning to go for a jog. I've started running again and this time, I really would like to stick to my cardio program. Tonight, movie marathon! I bought a few DVDs: Wedding Crashers, North Country and Crash (bought this couple of weeks ago). Plus my parents are gonna be out of the house so...Heh, the Palace is aaaallll mine. For a few hours anyway.
Last night i went to watch 'The Wild'. Which turned out...ok. Not bad, not good but...ok. After that, I had my first beer after the LONGEST time. It tasted like heaven and a half. I wanted a Corona actually Carlsberg would have to do.
Me likey me Corona....
But this was just as good:
I had just enough to get me buzzy and all ready for bed. As soon as I got home, I freshened up, hit the sack and dreamt of more beers. I'm not usually a beer person but I guess after you deprive yourself of anything for a long time, it's always refreshing.
The last few days have been filled with ups and downs. The ups: Selina, Carol, James Blunt, Lasagne, Sabrina delivering 3 (or 4?they're still curled up with their mum so I can't be certain) kittens (yay yay!), window shopping with Melina. The downs: "I can't want you right now", a misunderstanding, a fall out, my plans to leave KK in the near future not working out after all...
Yes I am disappointed. But I am also happy. It's the whole yin-yang of life I suppose. I have realised that the end of something only means I can welcome a new beginning. And now, I realise I MUST let go so that I can open my heart to new possibilities. I'm going to keep my head above the water and one day, I'll be able to blog about being so ridiculously happy that you'll be gagging by the time you finish reading. Heh. Watch this space.
"I wanna love, I want a fire, To feel the burn, My desires, I wanna man by my side,
Not a boy who runs and hides, Are you gonna fight for me?
Die for me? Live and breathe for me? Do you care for me?
'Cause if you don't then just leave."
-Kelly Clarkson, Walk Away. You tell 'em, girl.
Thursday, April 20, 2006
Rain. Feel it on my fingertips.
It's a wet Thursday, people. Do you know where your umbrellas are? I have been 'internet-less' since Monday hence the disappearance from cyberspace. Didja miss me? Let's see, does Mel have anything interesting to blog about...?
nope.
But I will try to make my somewhat-mundane life sound like a circus nonetheless. This week I am swamped with meeting after meeting after meeting. Work work work. Which is a good thing. I want to go to the circus. I wanna feel like a five-year-old opening presents on Xmas morning. I wanna be so freakin' happy that my heart is gonna burst out of my rib cage, slam against the wall and slowly ooze down to the floor into a bloody mess.
Sorry, a bit carried away there for a moment. Ok, i got this from Yo's page. It's so ridiculous, I had to do it:
The Ultimate Name Game
1. Rock Star Name: (first pet and current street name) Snowy Austral.
2. Movie Star Name: (grandfather/grandmother on your dad's side, your favorite candy) Amadeus Mentos (hahahaha)
3. Fly Guy/Girl Name: (first initial of first name, first two or three letters of your last name) MLeo.
4. Detective Name: (favorite animal, favorite color) Kitty Pink (yeah that'll scare the criminals)
5. Soap Opera Name: (middle name, city where you were born) Cory (i don't have a middle name, this is my Catholic confirmation name) KK.
6. Philosopher Name: (first 3 letters of your last name, last 3 letters of mother's maiden name, first 3 letters of your pet's name) Melomahap (I sound egyptian)
7. Jedi Name: (middle name spelled backwards, your mom's maiden name spelled backwards) Yroc Amoc (wah, i like this one. Sounds like, You Rock Amok!)
8. Porn Star Name: (middle name, street you grew up on) Cory Fortuna
9. Superhero Name: ("The", your favorite color, the model of car you drive) The Pink Wira (literally, the pink hero.Wah, ngam juga)
10. Fashion Designer Name: (first name, favorite scent) Melissa Glow (sometimes i wish i could)
Ok another meeting beckons.
"I'm gonna muster every inch of confidence I have...For you I will."
-Teddy Geiger, For You I Will (Confidence)
nope.
But I will try to make my somewhat-mundane life sound like a circus nonetheless. This week I am swamped with meeting after meeting after meeting. Work work work. Which is a good thing. I want to go to the circus. I wanna feel like a five-year-old opening presents on Xmas morning. I wanna be so freakin' happy that my heart is gonna burst out of my rib cage, slam against the wall and slowly ooze down to the floor into a bloody mess.
Sorry, a bit carried away there for a moment. Ok, i got this from Yo's page. It's so ridiculous, I had to do it:
The Ultimate Name Game
1. Rock Star Name: (first pet and current street name) Snowy Austral.
2. Movie Star Name: (grandfather/grandmother on your dad's side, your favorite candy) Amadeus Mentos (hahahaha)
3. Fly Guy/Girl Name: (first initial of first name, first two or three letters of your last name) MLeo.
4. Detective Name: (favorite animal, favorite color) Kitty Pink (yeah that'll scare the criminals)
5. Soap Opera Name: (middle name, city where you were born) Cory (i don't have a middle name, this is my Catholic confirmation name) KK.
6. Philosopher Name: (first 3 letters of your last name, last 3 letters of mother's maiden name, first 3 letters of your pet's name) Melomahap (I sound egyptian)
7. Jedi Name: (middle name spelled backwards, your mom's maiden name spelled backwards) Yroc Amoc (wah, i like this one. Sounds like, You Rock Amok!)
8. Porn Star Name: (middle name, street you grew up on) Cory Fortuna
9. Superhero Name: ("The", your favorite color, the model of car you drive) The Pink Wira (literally, the pink hero.Wah, ngam juga)
10. Fashion Designer Name: (first name, favorite scent) Melissa Glow (sometimes i wish i could)
Ok another meeting beckons.
"I'm gonna muster every inch of confidence I have...For you I will."
-Teddy Geiger, For You I Will (Confidence)
Thursday, April 13, 2006
The Long Weekend.
Howdy all. A three-day working week, I can't complain. But am I the only one who finds the Tuesday public holiday disrupting? Perhaps so. Coming back to work on Wednesday felt like I was starting my week all over again. That said, quite happy about the look weekend ahead. My colleague are going to Tawau for the Lepa Regatta (a parade of traditional Bajau boats every April) and then island hopping in Kapalai and Mabul (sniff. No, i don't get to go this time). They'll only be back on Tuesday (bawl!). Sigh. I wish I could go but it's only fair to give the others a chance. But there's so much excitement amongst my workmates that I can't help but feel a twinge of envy. Grr. Happy thoughts, happy thoughts.
The Weekend Report
Ladies and gentlemen, this just in: It was one hell of a weekend. Actually I've had crazier weekends but this one was truly an interesting mix. First up, a big fat welcome for Pat who finally managed to find his way to KK. Hope we fed you well! And it was REALLY tough not being able to drink while he and Mia polished beer after beer at the Waterfront. Sigh. And I will never forget the Underworld-Kelly Clarkson-Buddhist chanting experience on Sunday night, haha. For photographic evidence, visit Sel's blog. On Saturday night, went to Blue Note to celebrate a friend's birthday. Good music, good company, good time. But come Monday night, I finally had my first drop of alcohol after 40 days of lent. I didn't indulge because somehow it didn't feel right with Good Friday and Easter coming up (yeah yeah I sound like the Catholic of the year. I wish la.). Anywaaay, Monday night turned out to be 'eventful' for some and all I was thankful for was that I didn't wake up with a hangover.
Tuesday was a public holiday and I spent it slow and easy, just the way I like it. Woke up, went out for brekkie and headed to town to get DVDs for my movie marathon session. I was atually looking for 'Grease' (i really really really want the DVD so if anyone knows where I can grab it...) but to no avail. Finally bought Brokeback Mountain, The Family Stone, Crash. My friend bought Nightmare Before Christmas, which i haven't seen and can't wait to! I like Tim Burton's morbid taste. We watched Brokeback Mountain. In.ter.est.ing. In a nutshell, I have to be honest and say it didn't blow me away as i hoped it would. Ang Lee is still a great director in my eyes but I think this movie would have been borderline mediocre if it weren't for the unconventional theme of two guys falling in love and not your run-of-the-mill tragic love story of boy meets girl etc etc.
I am NOT homophobic, let me spell this out. However I would be lying if i said the movie didn't make me feel awkward. Not because the leading men are gay but more because of the way Ang Lee had a no-holds-barred attitude when it came to displays of affection. Basically, he wanted to show that, hey here are two human beings -irrespective of gender- who had a pure friendship and love but had to deal with societal expectations or suffer the conseuqences. Love conquers all? The movie leaves you thinking. Something very few movies do these days and it's refreshing. I wouldn't watch it again (2 hours 20 minutes, enough said) but I'm glad I did. Word of caution: Do not watch this with your parents/anyone under the age of 18/homophobics. It's pretty graphic and it'll be difficult to explain to your 8 year old niece why that nice young man is 'riding his friend like a horsey with his pants down'.
I wanted to watch something light-hearted after that so we put on 'The Family Stone'. I guess you can't go wrong with a cast made up of Diane Keaton, Sarah Jessica Parker, Claire Danes and the like. Basically, it's a story of boy brings uptight city girl back to meet family for Christmas. A comedy of errors and a lesson in how the unexpected can be the best thing that could happen to you. And it's a fuzzy-feeling Christmas movie. Hugs all around!
Anywaaaay, I have two articles to write and I really should get down to it. Till the next entry, this is Fridaycat signing off.
"Guess mine is not the first heart broken, my eyes are not the first to cry..."
-Olivia Newton-John, 'Hopelessly Devoted To You' from my all time-favourite musical 'Grease'.
The Weekend Report
Ladies and gentlemen, this just in: It was one hell of a weekend. Actually I've had crazier weekends but this one was truly an interesting mix. First up, a big fat welcome for Pat who finally managed to find his way to KK. Hope we fed you well! And it was REALLY tough not being able to drink while he and Mia polished beer after beer at the Waterfront. Sigh. And I will never forget the Underworld-Kelly Clarkson-Buddhist chanting experience on Sunday night, haha. For photographic evidence, visit Sel's blog. On Saturday night, went to Blue Note to celebrate a friend's birthday. Good music, good company, good time. But come Monday night, I finally had my first drop of alcohol after 40 days of lent. I didn't indulge because somehow it didn't feel right with Good Friday and Easter coming up (yeah yeah I sound like the Catholic of the year. I wish la.). Anywaaay, Monday night turned out to be 'eventful' for some and all I was thankful for was that I didn't wake up with a hangover.
Tuesday was a public holiday and I spent it slow and easy, just the way I like it. Woke up, went out for brekkie and headed to town to get DVDs for my movie marathon session. I was atually looking for 'Grease' (i really really really want the DVD so if anyone knows where I can grab it...) but to no avail. Finally bought Brokeback Mountain, The Family Stone, Crash. My friend bought Nightmare Before Christmas, which i haven't seen and can't wait to! I like Tim Burton's morbid taste. We watched Brokeback Mountain. In.ter.est.ing. In a nutshell, I have to be honest and say it didn't blow me away as i hoped it would. Ang Lee is still a great director in my eyes but I think this movie would have been borderline mediocre if it weren't for the unconventional theme of two guys falling in love and not your run-of-the-mill tragic love story of boy meets girl etc etc.
I am NOT homophobic, let me spell this out. However I would be lying if i said the movie didn't make me feel awkward. Not because the leading men are gay but more because of the way Ang Lee had a no-holds-barred attitude when it came to displays of affection. Basically, he wanted to show that, hey here are two human beings -irrespective of gender- who had a pure friendship and love but had to deal with societal expectations or suffer the conseuqences. Love conquers all? The movie leaves you thinking. Something very few movies do these days and it's refreshing. I wouldn't watch it again (2 hours 20 minutes, enough said) but I'm glad I did. Word of caution: Do not watch this with your parents/anyone under the age of 18/homophobics. It's pretty graphic and it'll be difficult to explain to your 8 year old niece why that nice young man is 'riding his friend like a horsey with his pants down'.
I wanted to watch something light-hearted after that so we put on 'The Family Stone'. I guess you can't go wrong with a cast made up of Diane Keaton, Sarah Jessica Parker, Claire Danes and the like. Basically, it's a story of boy brings uptight city girl back to meet family for Christmas. A comedy of errors and a lesson in how the unexpected can be the best thing that could happen to you. And it's a fuzzy-feeling Christmas movie. Hugs all around!
Anywaaaay, I have two articles to write and I really should get down to it. Till the next entry, this is Fridaycat signing off.
"Guess mine is not the first heart broken, my eyes are not the first to cry..."
-Olivia Newton-John, 'Hopelessly Devoted To You' from my all time-favourite musical 'Grease'.
Friday, April 07, 2006
Hollow
Goodbye My Lover - James Blunt
Did I disappoint you or let you down?
Should I be feeling guilty or let the judges frown?'
Cause I saw the end before we'd begun,
Yes I saw you were blinded and I knew I had won.
So I took what's mine by eternal right.
Took your soul out into the night.
It may be over but it won't stop there,
I am here for you if you'd only care.
You touched my heart you touched my soul.
You changed my life and all my goals.
And love is blind and that I knew when,
My heart was blinded by you.
I've kissed your lips and held your head.
Shared your dreams and shared your bed.
I know you well, I know your smell.
I've been addicted to you.
Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me.
I am a dreamer but when I wake,
You can't break my spirit - it's my dreams you take.
And as you move on, remember me,
Remember us and all we used to be
I've seen you cry, I've seen you smile.
I've watched you sleeping for a while.
I'd be the father of your child.
I'd spend a lifetime with you.
I know your fears and you know mine.
We've had our doubts but now we're fine,
And I love you, I swear that's true.
I cannot live without you.
Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me.
And I still hold your hand in mine.
In mine when I'm asleep.
And I will bare my soul in time,
When I'm kneeling at your feet.
Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me.
I'm so hollow, baby, I'm so hollow.
I'm so, I'm so, I'm so hollow.
I'm so hollow, baby, I'm so hollow.
I'm so, I'm so, I'm so hollow.
Hollow is the word of the day.I always dreaded the day I'd finally relate to this song.Sniff. Ok, ok wallowing moment over.
Did I disappoint you or let you down?
Should I be feeling guilty or let the judges frown?'
Cause I saw the end before we'd begun,
Yes I saw you were blinded and I knew I had won.
So I took what's mine by eternal right.
Took your soul out into the night.
It may be over but it won't stop there,
I am here for you if you'd only care.
You touched my heart you touched my soul.
You changed my life and all my goals.
And love is blind and that I knew when,
My heart was blinded by you.
I've kissed your lips and held your head.
Shared your dreams and shared your bed.
I know you well, I know your smell.
I've been addicted to you.
Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me.
I am a dreamer but when I wake,
You can't break my spirit - it's my dreams you take.
And as you move on, remember me,
Remember us and all we used to be
I've seen you cry, I've seen you smile.
I've watched you sleeping for a while.
I'd be the father of your child.
I'd spend a lifetime with you.
I know your fears and you know mine.
We've had our doubts but now we're fine,
And I love you, I swear that's true.
I cannot live without you.
Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me.
And I still hold your hand in mine.
In mine when I'm asleep.
And I will bare my soul in time,
When I'm kneeling at your feet.
Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me.
I'm so hollow, baby, I'm so hollow.
I'm so, I'm so, I'm so hollow.
I'm so hollow, baby, I'm so hollow.
I'm so, I'm so, I'm so hollow.
Hollow is the word of the day.I always dreaded the day I'd finally relate to this song.Sniff. Ok, ok wallowing moment over.
F-F-Friday!
It's Friday people. And Fridaycat is on the prowl! Sans alcohol that is. One more week to go before Lent ends. I've been doing well so far and I must say, I am so proud of myself for not touching a single drop (ah, but I've had a few close shaves).
I haven't blogged for the sake of blogging these days, so here I am, just spewing random thoughts from my head. Today we had another assembly with the Minister and heads of department. Usual stuff: wake up at 6, slip on the red kebaya, sing the national anthem while trying to ignore the rumbling tummy screaming,"Feed me, feed me." I'm in the office, trying to write my Mataking island piece but my muse is taking a coffee break I suppose. Maybe blogging will do the unclogging. Heh, rhymes. I'm so clever sometimes.
I had a drink with Wil last night, one of my good friends. We always manage to have a good laugh. Actually, for the last week or so, hanging out with my friends have been very therapeutic (given the current situation, which I will not delve into right now). Even chatting with Yo and Pu (who are in absentia at the moment) online about teachers with hairy armpits and "pigi manaaaa dong?" have been the highlight of my week. Near or far, my friends have been da bomb and more than 10 years later...They still da bomb, heh heh. Mia had a good point when she said that through all the ups and downs, and even with people walking in and out of our lives over the years, it's still your best friends who have your back. Sniff. So twue.
I'm in a very awkward place in my life right now. Part of me understands the whole mantra of "everything happens for a reason bla bla bla". But the other part of me is in such an emotional turmoil. On one hand, life's equations are SO simple. Boy meets girl, girl meets boy, they like each other....You know the rest. But noooooo, we have to make things complicated. We have to make excuses. It's like God handed you your life and said, "Sign here. By the way, please read the fine print for rules and regulations."
Ok enough of that. Tonight I will be at Blue Note to celebrate a friend's birthday. Too bad I can't get smashed and drink the night away. Heh. For the weekend, yours truly will be one step closer to down under. Cryptic, no? Watch this space for more updates on that.
"I'm so sick of love songs...So why can't I turn off the radio?"
-Ne-Yo, So Sick. oh yes i am...
I haven't blogged for the sake of blogging these days, so here I am, just spewing random thoughts from my head. Today we had another assembly with the Minister and heads of department. Usual stuff: wake up at 6, slip on the red kebaya, sing the national anthem while trying to ignore the rumbling tummy screaming,"Feed me, feed me." I'm in the office, trying to write my Mataking island piece but my muse is taking a coffee break I suppose. Maybe blogging will do the unclogging. Heh, rhymes. I'm so clever sometimes.
I had a drink with Wil last night, one of my good friends. We always manage to have a good laugh. Actually, for the last week or so, hanging out with my friends have been very therapeutic (given the current situation, which I will not delve into right now). Even chatting with Yo and Pu (who are in absentia at the moment) online about teachers with hairy armpits and "pigi manaaaa dong?" have been the highlight of my week. Near or far, my friends have been da bomb and more than 10 years later...They still da bomb, heh heh. Mia had a good point when she said that through all the ups and downs, and even with people walking in and out of our lives over the years, it's still your best friends who have your back. Sniff. So twue.
I'm in a very awkward place in my life right now. Part of me understands the whole mantra of "everything happens for a reason bla bla bla". But the other part of me is in such an emotional turmoil. On one hand, life's equations are SO simple. Boy meets girl, girl meets boy, they like each other....You know the rest. But noooooo, we have to make things complicated. We have to make excuses. It's like God handed you your life and said, "Sign here. By the way, please read the fine print for rules and regulations."
Ok enough of that. Tonight I will be at Blue Note to celebrate a friend's birthday. Too bad I can't get smashed and drink the night away. Heh. For the weekend, yours truly will be one step closer to down under. Cryptic, no? Watch this space for more updates on that.
"I'm so sick of love songs...So why can't I turn off the radio?"
-Ne-Yo, So Sick. oh yes i am...
Wednesday, April 05, 2006
Of burnt bums and sand in my pants.
I was in Mataking Island couple of weeks ago. Yes, for work. No leeches this time, only blue waters as far as the eye can see. My only lament is that the sun decided to go into hiding during our first two days. In fact, it rained the minute we arrived but in the afternoon, the sun made a brief appearance. Only to rain again the next morning (tease!). Our photo shoots were hampered by the weather but we tried to get the best shots we could. The skies were FINALLY blue on the day we left, how annoying. That said, I still managed to get my ass burnt during my snorkelling rendezvous. I saw turtles, gorgeous corals, an eel, clownfish (y'know, those Nemo babies) and a blue whale! OK maybe not a blue whale but wouldn't that have been cool? The food -as on all my island hopping trips- was excellente! Our rooms were really nice but I was annoyed with all the sand I kept bringing back with me. I had sand in my bed, in the tub and in my pants. Nice. Hopefully my next island trip will have more sunshine.
Wilkommen to Mataking Island! They even had a little song to welcome us. I felt so touristy, heh. A shot with the Resort Manager and Japanese guide (yeah a Japanese guiding the locals, go figure), Yoshiko (in orange)
Coconut crab...looking for coconuts i suppose. Feisty creatures.
Wilson Philips rejects. Walking along the sandbank at low tide to get to Pulau Mataking Kecil, about half an hour from the resort.
Dinner time! mmm fresh crabs. I know we shouldn't play with our food but i couldn't resist.
Yoshiko snorkelling. Oh forgot to mention, this was where I got a dose of jellyfish stings. Fun.
Here fishy fishy! Feeding time at the jetty. 
Happy Mel outside my lodge- none the wiser of the injuries to come.
Seriously, would my trip be complete without ANY injury? Me whining like a baby after scarping my knee on a coral. Damn low tides.
So pretty kan? The resort la, not me....Ok la, if you insist, I'm pretty too *flutter eyelashes*
Happiness
A Lea Salonga song i've always loved but couldn't remember the lyrics! Dedicated to my happiness-loving friends who make me happy during the unhappiest of times:
Happiness is two kinds of ice cream
Finding your skate key, telling the time
Happiness is learning to whistle
Tying your shoe for the very first time
Happiness is playing the drum in your own school band
And happiness is walking hand in hand
Happiness is five different crayons
Knowing a secret, climbing a tree
Happiness is finding a nickel
Catching a firefly, setting him free
Happiness is being alone every now and then
And happiness is coming home again
Happiness is morning and evening
Daytime and nighttime, too
For happiness is anyone and anything at all
That’s loved by you
Happiness is having a sister
Sharing a sandwich
Getting along
Happiness is singing together when day is through
And happiness is those who sing with you
Happiness is two kinds of ice cream
Finding your skate key, telling the time
Happiness is learning to whistle
Tying your shoe for the very first time
Happiness is playing the drum in your own school band
And happiness is walking hand in hand
Happiness is five different crayons
Knowing a secret, climbing a tree
Happiness is finding a nickel
Catching a firefly, setting him free
Happiness is being alone every now and then
And happiness is coming home again
Happiness is morning and evening
Daytime and nighttime, too
For happiness is anyone and anything at all
That’s loved by you
Happiness is having a sister
Sharing a sandwich
Getting along
Happiness is singing together when day is through
And happiness is those who sing with you
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