Trying This Out...

New place to park my blog..

Update: Hmm... so far, it's working fine. Maybe my personal formatting is a bit (okay, a LOT) fucky, but it's lots of fun. Check it out, tell me what you think!!!

The Animals in our Malaysian Zoo...

Here's a pictorial series that I hope will shed some light on recent events, reported in the Malay Mail a few days back.



Story here.

So...friends of hubby's had decided to take in the sights at our zoo. I agreed on his behalf (I'd picked up the call) and off we went. Keeping in mind that I've never been particularly proud of our national zoo, I went in with a massive chip on my shoulder.

WHOEVER'S IN CHARGE OF OUR ZOO...SHAME ON YOU!!! AND TO SEVEN GENERATIONS OF YOUR DESCENDANTS HEREIN!!! :p

I just want to clarify that statement above... I don't doubt that the parents of the injured child were severely neglectful... no. I'm extremely disappointed, and angry, that the care of the animals is so lax, and the environment they're being kept in is distressingly unkempt. Somebody...please! FIX OUR ZOO!!



A sign clearly saying: "DANGER, STAY AWAY FROM THIS FENCE"


This dude is an employee of the zoo. He resorted to flinging pebbles at a chimp that didn't want to enter the inner enclosure with the other chimps. There was a fight between 2 males over a female, and things got very raucous... this poor bastard rightly refused to enter the enclosure to be further tormented. Zoo officials, however, had a different idea. I object to their method of trying to scare him to do their bidding via that particular form of force.


A persistent parent, intent on patting the deer. His son, showing more sense and decorum, begged him repeatedly to pull out of the enclosure.


Parents, encouraging their children to pat the giant tortoises. Of course, only a child's hand could've fitted through the mesh...


Another example of exemplary parenting. Parents actually lifting this child onto the top of the wire mesh in hopes of getting him closer to the animals within.


And in a slight juxtaposition... a funnier breed of animal found wandering around...

Danny, hubby's friend. Guess who was watching whom??


Hubby, impersonating his favorite cartoon.

From Rose, with Love...

Again, taken with my N95 and an unsteady hand, nonetheless, pictures (for posterity) of my time with the cast of Rose, many of whom I couldn't get pictures of. However, others have (much better) pictures which I can probably link to. Later. When I'm not so tired :)

I had a great time, probably should have behaved a little better, but oh-well :) The crew was a strong one, with close-knit ties. Finally got to work (somewhat) with Tony, whom I've known for years, but never encountered professionally.

In no particular order, here are the pics from our cast party, immediately after our last show on Sunday the 11th of November, 2007.


Bella is a lovely person with a wonderful personality. Spent a lot of time on her laptop while waiting for showtime (early make-up call time lah, what to do?) playing some mystery game. It was awesome! And so's Bella :)


Carmen and moi...I play her mui-zhai, which has some benefits. One of which is I get to whap the ensemble boys with my long hair-extension. Bwahahahaha!

Contrary to some comments I've read about her from reviews of the show (from audience members), she is really a nice person. Very professional, very eager to do a good job, and absolutely incapable of a mean thought.


The Stilettos, Kuk Fa aka Chrys (my name is Chrysanthemum!!), Stylo-Tailo, the dude who gets to slap me at least 2-3 times each night (and live!!!), and Penny, our music director :)


KK and Anrie, two BPs (Beautiful People) both inside and out. KK's a brand-bitch ;) He's totally straight, and totally metro-sexual. Anrie's a cool, even-tempered person who totally makes everyone around her feel calm.


KK, Maria, and myself. Maria's got this tiny body and a huge, soulful voice. Every time she sang her storyteller parts, we'd get hyped to perform, or tear up with sentimentality. She's also an awesome person, without a single mean bone in her body. Party on, mama!!! :)


Lainie, a very sesat person. Showing support for the wrong show (we're doing ROSE lah, blurro! Not Girl from Ipoh! :p)...that smile on her face is totally perved on Carmen, but we luvs her anyways :)


Tin Tan, whose final strip scene always chokes us up, making us cry as we move into our final song. A total doll, she spends the most time rehearsing (next to Carmen) and is a sweetie. She gets to slap Tony around a lot, which is cool. I totally approve :)


Tin again :)


Tony Eusoff!! *screams extravagantly!* Okay lah, geez. It's just Tony. He gets his nipples pinched repeatedly (by Tin) and on the last night, got his nuts kicked up to his teeth by Jenhan. By way of apology, Jenhan arranged two cherry tomatoes and a piece of chicken sausage on a plate with an apology scribbled in Thousand Island sauce.


Tony, showing the guys there's no hard feelings over the damage to his nuts. Also, probably displaying his mutant Sarawakian mojo, proving that a mere kick ain't gonna stop this dude from having a good time ;)


Workaholic, perfectionist director, Low Ngai Yuen. Oddly enough, she's managed to fall short of being anal retentive, which was great for us :) She's actually very nice, and quite sporting lah. Adonis played Mr. Scorpio, the dude who whacks a brick off Johann's chest.

Fuck, I'm 30...

So... Rose rehearsals are going okay. We're starting to put things together. Show time's in 2 weeks, and rehearsals have, naturally, intensified.

HOWEVER.

Tonight was the exception. Due to poor attendance figures, rehearsals got canceled, and being the eve of my birthday, the family took me to a neat little corner shop in TTDI called Porto Romano... It's a nice, out-of-the-way restaurant, with excellent service, cozy ambience, low level and warm lights, and a decent menu selection. The price wasn't bad either.

I must say though, that I don't think I made a wise decision when I ordered the seabass. It arrived looking a tad too brown and crispy.. however, the salad, brocolli soup, pizza and lasagne were great. Stole bites from everyone, haha!!

And of course... dessert is essential. God bless Tiramisu :D

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A look at the menu...


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Taking a pic of second Sib taking a pic of me...uh...


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A necklace I made. Ripped the design off something second Sib owns... I loved it a lot. Hers, I mean, but it's in a warmer color. Copper links and wire, warm-colored beads. Lots of orange, pearl, some red. Decided to counter-design by going for icy-blue and silver. Whatcha think?! :)

p/s: The flower/bead thong on the left was something Doll made. Had to keep her out of my hair while I was twisting wire, so gave her some beads and a length of elastic string. It's quite cute :)

Come and watch it!

Gwen @ Stadium Putra

So...here's a recap from last night. I was on assignment for Kakiseni's Tembak Shots... the assignment? To check out just how many malays and malaysians had a problem with our disintegrating morality...

1. I really hadn't planned on going.
   
2. Apparently, Fate had other designs on my karma...
   
3. I went. To take pictures. Of protesters... who never turned up. Duh.
   
4. Maybe these guys were the reason why they didn't :p
   
   
   
   
5. I was there from 5:30pm. Read that. FIVE THIRTY PM!! Malaysians just don't know how to party anymore :(
   
6. I got approached 5 times by the Hotlink people... this is me and Cathy after about the 4th time...
   
   
   
7. To prove I was already bored, and that I was there really early...here's me and my timestamp:
   
   
   
   
8. What I call the M&M suite...fuck me, it was super-boring waiting for protesters to appear. I even went up to one RELA dude to ask if anything had happened before I'd arrived. RELA didn't know anything either. Duh, man. So, boredom spate = silly pic.
   
   
   
   
9. I saw BART SIMPSON!!! *hums the SpiderPig theme song...in public*
   
   
   
   
10. Time passed (slowly)...so I took more inane pictures. On this night, Ma Nature lost to the Hotlink Moons...
    
    
    
    
11. Organizers were chumps. There were LONG LINES outside and it was already 8:45. Hello? Concert starts @ 8:30!! I bumped into Amelia and family, who apparently was in line early, but had to skip to another line because when they got to the entrance, they were told they were in the wrong line. Hello...when the line is so damned long, who can see where the right entrance is? Especially when the signs are so small. Duh :p
    
    
    
    
12. The stadium, filling up... tickets were by no means sold out, and being cheap, most everyone was sitting in the upper tiers. Me, I wasn't there for fun, and truthfully, I really wanted to stay home and play Sims 2.
    
    
    
    
13. Malaysians are downloaders. Of which I am one... but since we mostly download hits, half the concert went over the heads of most everyone. C'mon, people! Go bone up on your stars before you catch them in action! Check this one out, taking videos and recording the action...
    
    
    
    
14. The picture I took to prove I was there...*sigh*... by the way, security and staff were standing next to me. Nobody stopped me taking this picture, in spite of the signs they posted up. If they'd intended a proper security check, they should've started letting people in earlier... as it was, one dude in front of me actually smuggled in his CAMERA. As I was told my phone cam wouldn't be confiscated, I felt free to take (and publish) this picture. But mostly, I will add, I took pictures of what our dear old Malaysians were up to... as per my assignment :)
    
    
    
    
    
    
15. Hubby got to watch Gwen's Wind It Up with me via 3G... go, Maxis!! :D
    
16. I went home after the second song of the encore. Cuz I'm old and lame that way.

Major Ouch...

I have grooves in my right thigh deep enough, wide enough, to plant strawberries....

Fucken' crazy cat! That's Football, a.k.a. the Albino Piglet. She eats like one :p She tried jumping (and clinging) onto my bare leg while I was feeding her and the other kittens cheese.



That's her, attempting to look innocent of all charges, bloody criminal! And the alcohol wipes flamin' HURT! :'(

Ok, I gotta rush to work. Isn't she cute though?? :D

p/s: My other kitten, Fluffy (I know...who thinks of these names, right??? Anyway, it's not my idea. Blame the child...Dolly)...got her leg broken. Somehow. Apparently, it's going to cost us (conservative estimate, this..) RM1000 to patch her up. The great mystery is... HOW did she break it? And just the one hind leg?

OMG, a rant's past due!!

So...I took Da Doll to catch the Transformers. Call it a Rite of Passage...mother to child, the sacred passions of my childhood (these include the Thundercats, Pirates of Dark Water, geez...He-Man?....brain drain, brain drain!), passed down. I had a hard time trying to convince Ms. Langkawi Barbie (cuz we're asian, and aren't near Malibu k?) that the Transformers are a rockin'-A cartoon dream come true!!! Hahahaha!

Anyways, she was impressed...but it took her a while, cuz during the drive...well, baby doll wasn't buying it ;) When we got to the cinema, the drama unfurled. An accumulated list of grievances IN the cinema are as follows:

1. The lights were out, and I only knew our row number...TGV's seat numbers aren't out there where we can see them, ya know? So we asked the couple at the beginning of the row what their seat numbers were, cuz then we'd count off ours. They gawped at us as if we were speaking French or something. Retards. Anyways, we sat down because, hey. We were sort of not transparent, and there were people behind us.


2. The lady on my left took umbrage about me plopping my butt into the seat next to her. Well, duh! If I could see or at least know which seat numbers were on either side of us, we'd move, yeah? Anyways, I told her so, whipped out my cell to illuminate the number of the seat I was in, and scooted over accordingly.


3. You know those ads Cineleisure has? About not talking? The irritating cartoon dude and the Wrigley's Spearmint chewing gum?? The one who talks to the screen, then gets shut up by chewing on Wrigley's Spearmint? Hah. I wish I could've stuffed two cartons down the retard's throat that sat behind me. Hello?? If your friend can't read, then ok... repeat the words being written on screen, otherwise...dude. We paid to watch the movie, not listen to you repeat EVERYTHING. I had to turn around at one point, and ask him to stop repeating stuff. He didn't really stop, but he got softer. Or the movie got louder. Whatever.


4. You know the reason why GSC is doing so much better than TGV? I've not gone for ONE movie...not ONE that hasn't had some screen problem right at the start. Today's problem was the letterbox effect. Or whatever it's called. Fuck, the top of the actors' heads, and the subtitles, got sliced out. Nobody corrected the problem until the attack on SOCCENT in Qatar was through. Fuckers.


5. The dude who talked through most of the movie? His friend kicks. Doll kept twisting in her seat halfway through the movie. I shushed her, then realized she was getting kicked. Cuz Fatmouth's friend, Striker, has long legs. He used one on Doll's chair, and the other on mine.

I was gonna add in more grievances, but I'm gonna stop there. I think the tone for the evening went wrong about the time the kiasu couple thought I was accusing them of stealing our seats. Hello, asking you "What's your seat number?" isn't the sign of a hostile takeover.

To top off the night, I had to pee. Badly. So I was in a rush to get home. Now, I wasn't speeding...exactly...mind. But I did push the horses a little. I was coming out of the corner where the old TV3 was. Umm... is it still TV3? :) Anyways...Was...Is...whatever.

There was a blue Wira with Malaccan plates and double digits in front of me, and to my left. MY LEFT. Home is the U-turn under the fly-over, and you take the right lane to get there. Yah? Anyways, I pick up speed. There's nobody ahead, and nobody behind. I accelerate... and Malaccan Plates decides to cut in front of me, no signal. RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME.

I'm accelerating, doofus. Can you NOT tell? Could you NOT wait until I had cleared the stretch to keep right? We were about halfway to the light, and when I highlighted him and stomped on the brakes, he purposely SLOWED DOWN, and started tapping his brakes unnecessarily.

Dude, flex your wrinkled balls someplace more logical. Granted, your girlfriend was in the car next to you, but COME ON!!! Not only are you being infantile, but that's a damned dangerous game to play, even on a deserted stretch. More so when it's not warranted. I did NOT honk you down, I did NOT play bumper tag with you...Fucking find a penis pump, and apply it to your genitalia...

So, anyway. I enjoyed my second viewing of the movie. But I wish to heck I'd packed a bazooka.

I'm NOT sick, but I'm Not Well....(who can tell...??)

Haha, I laugh everytime I hear that song... Weird Al is definitely...weird :)

Anyways, I've been down with the flu!!! Yah... and I've had to cancel lots of classes. Part of that was because my voice had a distinct croak to it. But really, I managed to do a demo jingle last night with my froggy voice, so the real reason is I just don't want to sit in a tiny, enclosed room...spreading my germs around.

Doesn't it bother you to hack, choke, cough, wheeze, and snort indelicately in a confined area? Yeesh.

To prove my earnestness in recovering my full health...Here are photographs evincing my sincere intent!

Evidence 1: I have DRUGS!!! I have compiled my medication and snapped a shot, to prove to you that I have indeed been toking up on drugs up the wazoo! Difflam for the throat, antibiotics for the inflamation in my tonsil area, Panadol for those pesky fevers, zyrtec for the drippies...and cough suppressants. Dang if I know the name :)



Evidence 2: Sickie food!!! ABC soup with some stock. Roots which have sprouted roots, carrots, onions (ONIONS HAVE LAYERS, OGRES HAVE LAYERS....ya geddit?!?!)...and a wee bit of pasta. Heh heh.



Evidence 3: Dark Chocolate... an old wive's tale goes that dark chocolate can ease and appease a sore throat. Studies show that dark chocolate has healing properties!!! :D But really, who can resist those nummilicious, ooshy-squooshy balls of decadent Lind'Or??



Evidence 4: Reese Peanut Butter Cups! The ultimate sickie test... pop a few of those bastards in, and if your sore throat doesn't get worse, it means that the drugs, dark chocolate, and sickie food, have WORKED!!! Hallelujah!



I rest my case :)

To hubby, who has been sending me hate sms for fucking up on the Skype phone purchase, I'd like you to know that yes, my love. I'm feeling better. Thanks for asking. I've been taking care of myself. And I've got the proof for yas. You might never forgive me for not testing that phone, but it's a wee bit hard to when the shop proprietor doesn't have skype, I don't have skype credit, and in general have been ill.

There. NOW I'm done :D

7 Weeks Have Gone So Fast....

*sung to the tune of GreenDay's Wake Me Up When September Ends*

First was the reunion in Bangkok... then 2 weeks of stay-at-home living, due to budgetary constraints. We got a taste of how our lives could be, if the hubby hadn't snagged a job in the Oil field. I was content, but hubby....wasn't.

I get a lot of comments from my dad that I have a lot of material desires.

I agree to a point. The point ends where the disposable income does. I mean, I could stay at home and bum and spend a little, or have a lot and blow it on a spree.

But. I would make do. I can make do. I don't get pissy, don't bemoan the lack of entertainment (bless the Internet, Sims 2 and Play Station!!) and I can improvise. Fallback position? Read and re-read the gadzillion books I've accumulated.

A snake is a snake. Food is for when you're hungry. Sleep is for all the others times you're not hungry. This is a good attitude to take when you don't have a 9-5 job. Kids, don't try this at home!

I've enjoyed reality, or what I could have of it. I managed to say goodbye today without shedding too many tears. 3 weeks... what a bonus! I'd said my goodbyes 3 weeks ago... the rest was just...bliss.

If none of you have lived without your loved ones for more than a month, for years on end, you won't appreciate what you've got. A full-time companion. A shoulder, strong arms, someone to smother with love, to bite in your anger, to kick in your pain, to hug in your loneliness and to kiss in your... well...to kiss ;)

If you appreciate him/her, despite the lack of time apart? You're the luckiest person around, and I salute you. I have loved all the aspects of a relationship. Have lived it the past few weeks. Have indulged in the sulks, shared in the laughter, shared a few germs (damn these colds :p) and basically just become closer in mind, spirit and body. Well, coulda been more body, but who's complaining, right?

A relationship should rock. Left to right, side to side, up and down. Fricking literally ROCK!!! If the seas were calm, you'd go no-place fast. And that's a solid truth. I love it. And I love my marriage. Risking your emotions is one of the greater thrills a person can live through in one's lifetime.

And I've had a hell of a ride. Now I need at least two months to recuperate. Check back here in two months to hear me whine, eh? ;)

Out of Sync

Just recently, I was told not to judge a person (based on whatever they were exuding to make me appear judgmental, I guess?) as I reckon I must've acted as prissy and unlike myself as I could be.

Odd, that. I had the thought that the person (who had told me to not judge people) would probably not have my problem, being an essentially nicer person, and one who (rumor has it) was once promised to the service of God...

I have no actual point, nor defense. I don't believe I was being judgmental, but I know I was a lot less of me, that I'd ever been. If that makes any sense.

I guess, as I get older...no, I can't use that excuse, it doesn't fly. Lol! I've always been somewhat tactless, and a lot less restrained than I ought to be. Anyway, I thought I handled myself quite tactfully, although I have to say, I was bursting at the seams with good (and restrained!) behavior!

There are seasons, shall we say, where I lose my balance both emotionally and socially. It's a deuced pain in the flaming arse, and the only cure for it is enforced isolation. So help me, God... I need to get away again. Regain some balance, regain some tact :p

And of course, am missing the spousie-unit. It's amazing how much more calm and centered I feel when the hubby is around. I guess he really is overdue to return home and help me find myself again. Here's to praying he gets his fine ass back home, and soon!!!

Photos for the Blahs...

It occurs to me when one walks around with an N73, more photos should be snapped on the fly, no?

Anyways, it's 20 minutes past Easter (give or take a minute or three :p) and I've had the blahs just about the whole past week. WM threw a birthday party (for herself) at Jarrod & Rawlins where I encountered these:

*EDIT = I stand corrected. Whye Mun threw a birthday party in appreciation of her friends and not for herself, save one ingrate (read: ME! :D) who insists the sentence up there was not a reflection of the utter pathetic'ness of someone throwing a party for herself, but simply poor usage of the english language :p














Rather than try to figure out why it won't stick to the saved version of these pins in a vertical position, I shall go with WM...and say: "I saw her shoes and ran her over so I could take a picture of her HAWT legs"

Those sandals are beyond "Fuck Me Heels"...those are officially "Tie Me Up, Fuck me, and SPANK ME Heels"....n'est ce pas? ;)

Anyways, that was last night...well, technically, the night before last. And yesterday evening (we're being technical... :p) I was having a major attack of the Blahs... so got Callie online, and made a date to stuff my face with Pavlova from DELIcious in Bangsar Village...

Whipped out my N73 and took these while driving...in order of the journey :D















From the University Hospital exit onto the Federal, my view of our own "Golden Arches"... I take photos while speeding down a highway, which goes to show I probably do have some sort of deathwish. Or something :p No, lets not think about it...
















Another photo that prefers lying down, for some damned reason :p Up Pantai Hill to get to Bangsar Village. Loved the yellow lines, the only bright spot in a generally blah and overcast evening. Cal commented on the raindrops on my windscreen... yeah, so it was cuz of those raindrops we chose to eat at Delicious, cuz otherwise I woulda opted for South Pac in PJ State :D















Aaaaand down the hill. Is that sky just depressing or what? :p I think I was weaving all over the road at that point, and I just couldn't be arsed to give two shits :p Good thing it's a Sunday and traffic was...almost non-existent.
















Aaaand that was taken while stopped at the traffic light at the corner of BV... weather's still blah and grey and depressing as heck. Thank God for Pavlova, calamari fritti and Starbucks ;) But to cap my mood, I returned to my car after my coffee to find that the birds had used my car for target practice :p Oh well, to the carwash it goes first thing tomorrow :)

Ooooo!!!

This post used to contain a picture of Johnny Depp.... :(

A Spot of Bitch...

So...*growl*... the past week has done nothing but serve to further my beliefs that human beings are in dire need of extermination. Well, okay... maybe a little bit of re-education would be nice (and less gory :p)...

Hit the gym yesterday (homg!!!! like, for the 2nd time in 4 days?! I fracking rule :p) and mind you, being a Sunday, the mall was packed with morons people...

Those hindsight moments, where you went "geez, *facepalm* I SHOULDA DONE THAT!!!"...? I was full of 'em yesterday.

Well, full enough leastaways :D

There was this one pruney-faced lady at the Bread Story that zipped in front of me at the line to the cashier, then ignored me and pruned her lips even further (is that even possible? It looked grotesque :p) when I exclaimed "Ex-cuuuse me!"

Then right after that (what, they breed idiots in dark and musty corners of popular malls don't they :p I'm just showing my in-bred wannabe roots by professing my amazement and ignorance that such human beings exist... to antagonize me, no less!!) I almost missed a ride up in the lift because this Malay girl with delusions to caucasianism (she had amber contacts and blond-mascara'ed eye-lashes to match her honey blonde hair :p) saw me dash for the lift, and hit the door-close button.

I managed to hit the call button in time, and the doors reopened for me. At that moment, I gave her the benefit of the doubt for maybe not seeing me, and settled myself at the back of the lift. She manned the panels, and attempted to go the lower ground floor by repeatedly stabbing the LG button (the lift was already headed up)...

One floor up, the door slid open, and two girls with a loaded trolley were waiting outside to get in. And I saw her!! Saw that brain-dead, blonde-WANNABE, inbred, SHIT-FOR-BRAINS moron stab the door-close button! Oh man!! I gave an exclamation (which incidentally involved the name of God...but hopefully not in vain :p) and had to dash forward to get the doors to re-open, and shot her a look of total bloody disgust.

She rolled her blonde eyelashes at me, and then refused to look at me the whole trip up to the 4th floor. Oh, you irritating piece of humanity :p

So, ok. Get this... This is the part where the hindsight kicks in. I recall wishing that I'd actually whipped out my 3.2MP Carl Zeiss optics phone-cam, and snapped pics of those irritating morons animals women... and then posted up their pics to go along with this rude post :D

I figured, if I'd started this though, I might someday (and likely soon) see my face with a rude caption attached to it on someone else's blog... so we'll let this one lie for now until I can keep my nose totally clean :)

My Crazy Friend and Other Tales....

Bonjour. Je perds mon esprit. Avez-vous un filet que je peux emprunter ? Merci beaucoup.


What do you get when two gals, one a self-professed Fashion Guru...the other an anti-social diva wannabe (but in truth more like a bimbo par excellance...), get together? In Bangsar?

They trot around Bangsar in the wee hours of the morning, discussing the fashion in the window displays, having an impromptu hair-styling session (in the middle of the pedestrian walkway...no cars mah, can lah! :p), and taking these:~





If yer thinking those are my legs, I laugh at you! Ha-ha-HA!!!

No, my legs haven't seen a razor in at least a year... and my one leg makes those two legs put together. True yah?

Anyways, we lepak'd at La Bodega first, where I met Danny Boy...drunk out of his ever-lovin' mind. Kakaka. Then SoulDoc and I did the walking like a jakun thing... et voila!...stupid pictures :)

I have to say...those are luverly sandals :)

Since then, I have flubbed up the one song I sang at the Cammie Nominee Party 2006/07, draped my selendang around anything that wasn't moving at that point of time while I was within a half foot radius at said party, bought a new pair of (not fashionable at all, but oh-so-comfy!!> NB's... (me mum is a reknown chucker. She chucks what isn't nailed in place when the mood strikes her k :p)...and celebrated Ju's b'day with lunch at RumahKu with the KS gang. And bulldozed my way into judging for this year....

That's right lah, where got so conceited one. Bulldozed. That's me. I'm such a bully who just enjoys throwing my weight around *cough*...that's a lot of weight, kan? :)

Anyways, I've been thinking it really isn't a good year at all for Snakes...

I've whumped my car into those barrier bar things at the toll (I swear, my TNG thinger beeped, the bar was up...when I drove...it came down on me suddenly!)... and my cat's gone for good.

BAWL!.....

So terribull.

Anyways, it's been eventful. I've pretty much made an ass of myself lately, so I think I'm going to hibernate for the next couple of months. Years. Decades. We'll see :p

How the HECK should I know? :p

To elaborate on that rather rude title...

Someone asked me (on Skype) last night where she could find a great place to hang out and listen to Jazz music. Of course, I didn't reply with "How the HECK should I know?! :p" and I certainly wasn't thinking it at the time... but it occurs to me..... (naturally, 24 hours later...which sort of speaks for itself just how fast my thought processes work these days :p).....that this is further proof that I'm really old.

It's true. I don't know where people hang out these days. For the love of pete, I haven't the foggiest where to locate Luna Bar :p Yes, yes. I can Google it. Finding it in theory isn't a problem.

HOW-EVAH!

I've never set foot in it. Most likely don't intend to. And by the way, I've turned into a commuter. One of those drones who gets into their cars, homes in on a pre-programmed destination, and then turns around and aims for home again.

Ugh. Squared. Literally :p

Sunday (technically yesterday, but really just 6 hours ago), I bailed on Zedeck's Les Miserables party. I truthfully didn't have an excuse. We didn't even have a special dinner for my Doll, whose birthday apparently falls on the same day as Zedeck's.

Somehow, the very thought of watching people imbibe in an excess of alcohol was enough to make me want to curl up under my comforter with the air-conditioning on high (or is that low...?) and snore my head off.

Thanks to wonky sleeping habits, I am now wide awake at the ungodly hour of THREE a.m, with nary an inclination to go back to sleep.

I thank my hubby for this, by the way. We started exchanging sms'... a most irritating practice, but one I have to settle for since he's in Qatar, and telephone calls are indecently expensive. Tres le sigh!! It's hard to live with a 5 hour difference. Because the difference isn't much, our sleep patterns can't jive. If this makes any sense at all to you.

I don't much care if it doesn't, I guess. It makes plenty of sense to me, and I reckon that's what usually counts the most :D

Aaaaanyways. I'm going to read. That usually puts me to sleep :)

p/s: I'd like to say that I recommended the Top Room for the purest jazz you're going to find in town. Anyone know of a better place? :)

Second Chances

God Almighty, you'd think that if you got the (excellent!) chance to revamp your look, you wouldn't just color your post titles a (neon) banana yellow, noooo... :p You'd change your background to olive green (done, and done...and then canceled), change the template... change your fucken picture. Eh?! :p

SOMEONE SAVE ME FROM MYSELF!! :(

So anyways...dinner with Cris and SoulDoc was...filling :) Good soup, Cris... but wow, I'm stuffed. And can't sleep for fear of rolling back out of bed when my belly comes in contact with the mattress. I'm just that full :p

I dunno, someone tell me what color combo to use. I liked the earthy zen shit (I must admit I'm catching up too slowly to SecondSib's fashion taste...) but I like colors, too. And that doesn't go with the earthy zen shit.

You know what, I'm going to risk rolling off the bed, my ankles are screaming from the lotus position. And the various parts of my feet have gone numb.