Somebody just point a fully loaded shot gun to my head now and fire away please.
Been having the blues since last week. Thank you to my new best friend, Influenza. Sounds exotic isnt it? She is apparently of spanish heritage. She's been here since Wednesday and has refused to leave. Life with her includes shivers, sudden hot to cold cold to hot bodily temperature changes, pesky phlegm filled cough spasms, clogged nose + ears, sweaty palms etc . . . Been staying home like a goody goody girl this weekend.
Began having little little panic attacks on Sat all the way till now. I dont know what I'm so afraid of. I wake up at 4.30 in the morning just sitting there thinking about what the future holds for me. Why am I leading such an ordinary life? Why am i not as smart as i know i am? Am i made for more? Am I suppose to step out of the zone that I'm currently in? Is it time to get a move on?
All I know is there is suppose to be more to life than this. Here i am sitting in front of the computer on a Sunday nite, leafing through the Internet for people to call. My dad is snickering at me for looking up meaningless companies for their telephone numbers. My more glamorous friends are most probably sipping on some chardonay, soft sounds of classical music playing on the background, wearing their Sunday's finest. . . Here I am in my PJs, my face all oily from perspiration, with a stuffed nose.
I know self pity is for losers but i just cant help sinking into this feeling now.
Current mood: Sad, sad, sad, sad, sad x 10000000000000000000
Feeling high on cough medication. Waited for 3 hours to see the doctor today. He is still as wiry and thin as i remembered him to be. Been going to the same doctor since I'm a wee little babe. He is so meticulous and careful about everything. Go to him because of a cough and he examines you like as if you have bronchitis or TB. Go to him for a headache and he will assume and perform multiple tests on you as if you have a malignant tumor. So i ended up with cough syrup with the dosage of a 7 yr old (because he found out that I'm slightly allergic to couch medicine) and i'm still feeling very light headed after just one teaspoon. Maybe i should pour in a little of the cough syrup into my martini as a little pick me up after work. Hmmm .. Yes work IS that bad that i need cough syrup to knock me out. Ka-ka-ka .. .. *sad*
So yeah that's my drama for the week. Feeling icky with the sickies now.
Ickies with the sickies icky icky icky poooooooo . . . . What on earth is in that cough syrup man .. Whoa . . . why is there a sheep in my house?? hey its Pink! *pengsan*
That's it! I have had enough of ungrateful people. Where were you when we needed help? Where were we when you needed help? We practically threw ourselves at you. A favor isn't too much to ask for considering the things we went through for you. So you think some thank yous are enough? This is not the meaning of true friendship! Bunch of superficial hypo-crates! Haven't you heard of the phrase "A friend in need in a friend in deed?" What the hell is wrong with you people??? I have had enough of being a faker to you guys! Leave me out of the shit that is going on in your lives! I have had enough! You have just made me fling tolerance out of the window! And to another even worse category of ungrateful people, go throw yourself onto rush hour traffic! I dont wanna hear about your rainbows and seemingly perfect life! Your happiness means nothing to me anymore! You have completely back slided from your own principles. You are no longer the same person i met and respected. PHOOEY on you! Aren't you aware that you are switching your own personalities for another person? You have turned into another creature all together. I would be ashamed to be associated with you. In fact I am ashamed of myself for being such a faker. Let me tell you something. You are no longer my friend. You are just an acquaintance that i use to look up to. Do me a favor. Look yourself in the mirror. Do you like what you see? If you do then you have indeed changed. That image in the mirror that you see is not the same reflection that I see.
Why are some homo sapiens like that?? I dont get it??? I just dont.
They have truly failed themselves. You now what? I am even ashamed to be acquainted with them. To hell with our friendship.
It's time . I know it . But what am I clinging on to ? I know deep down inside . But what am I afraid of ?
I've got tears, making tracks
I've got tears, that are afraid of the facts . . .
Went for a movie today. Yes I do have a social life and yes, I do do fun stuff with my spare time.
The movie : Rush Hour 3
Genre : Action/Comedy
Verdict :
- Funny
- Action packed - Including some heart thumping fighting scenes on the Eiffel Tower and some wild car kung fu + chasing round the streets of Paris.
- Chris Tucker's performance was much better in this sequel. Rather than being the usual clown, he actually showed some kung fu moves this time round.
- Jackie Chan's performance was mediocre though. He does the usual stuff expected of him. Fight fight, joke joke, then fight again. *boring*
- Story line was not bad. Baddies meant to die did die. Damsel being rescued. Predictable but yeah atleast its not a cliffhanger.
- Worth every ringgit paid.
Reminder :
- STAY TILL THE ENDING CREDITS FOR THE MOVIE! Hilarious "ooops" scenes included in the credits. Funny like MAD ! ! !
Memorable dialogues :
Chris : Tell the guy that his grandma is the H word.
Jackie : Err whore is spelled with a W.
.....
Jackie : Tell the guy that he is an A.W
Chris : Lee, hole is spelled with a H.
I sat in the twin seat. The seat next to me and my friend's was occupied by this malay couple and guess what were they doing while everyone was watching the movie? Oh yeah u guessed it. They were being very naughty. There were groping + kissing involved. There were loads of 18SX actions going round in their seat. My friend which were nearer to them gave me the low down after the movie. He said that there was a point where they were solidly kissing. Then he was groping eh hem .. testing whether the melons ripe or not lah. Then he pulled his zipper down. Shifted his pants lower. And she err ... go figure la ok. No not with her mouth. With her hand only. The girl had ginormous boobs i tell you! The guy was stick thin. I noticed that after the movie they were rearranging their pants. GROSS ALERT!
A little tip to horny couples out there, there are cameras in the cinema recording your every action. And you dont want GSC/TGV workers watching your little porno show after their shift is over while laughing over your man's small prick or your A cup sized tah tahs. There are cheap motels out there renting rooms for the hour. The thing is, your virginity is something valuable. Keep it for your future husband or if you cant keep it then atleast lose it to a decent looking guy that can afford to make passionate love to you in a hotel. Lose it to a guy that loves and respect you. Think of this, if he leaves you, and his friend asks, "eh, ah kow, ur ex gf r, shiok r her? hard or not to get her in the action la?" The jerk face replies - "eh no la. she damn easy lor. bring her to gsc can kau tim aredi. she paid for the ticket what. so i enjoy the "show" lor KAKAKAKA"
My conclusion of the horny couple :
- She is a slut. Whats worse than a slut? A dumb slut.
- He is a horny as hell, hormone induced young man, with no sense of shame, with no respect at all for his gf, has no real feelings for her, dictionary meaning for love is sex to him. He WILL leave her pretty soon. I give them 2 years at most. That would be stretching it actually. Any reason for them staying longer than that is probably cause he cant find a replacement.
- They are young and stupid.
- They know no consequence.
- They are a couple of hypocrites. (reasons that I cannot mention here. think deeper and you would know what i'm talking about)
- This is a good one - THEY ARE JUST PLAIN C>H>E>A>P.
Case closed.
Hear Yea Hear Yea ~
I have an announcement to make. I have found pure happiness. I found that happiness in an egg tart.
It was truly the best 2 minutes of my life. Forget about sex (not that i know how that feels like *innocent girl look*). This egg tart was an experience or orgasmic proportions. Who would have guessed that the three little darlings held the secrets of the universe in one plate. If the talibans/terrorists/war ppl would just stop to stare at those darlings war would just stop immediately i tell you. Just at the sight of it your heart would be filled to the overflow with love, admiration .. A strange sense of calm and peace. Oh ~~~
One bite was enough to send me to the moon and back. The texture. Oh the texture! The chef must be a glorious creation of a man to be able to create something so delicate yet impactful. The crust was soft and crunchy at the same time .. The filling .. Sorry i had to pick myself up back to the chair . . The recollection of the filling is making my knees weak. Its like no other egg tart. The deep yellow filling was of a creamy pudding like texture. Its not gelatinous like its other common counterparts. I liked my chopsticks once i was done with one of those little babies.
I dont care if the chef is balding/fat/impotent/has a large fat mole on his forehead with hair sticking out of it, as long as he is single and available and below 50, I M GONNA MARRY THE HELL OUT OF THAT MAN ! ! ! ! ! ! No momma dont stop me!!!!!!! I'm in LOVE!!!! (with his egg tarts)
