Proof Positive. I have WEIRD friends.

This is the mail this morning:

Beautiful Blonde Pole Dancer


If you should find it too offensive,
please advise, and I will remove your name
promptly from these type of emails!


(Open Discreetly)







Sumpah, takder kerja. And to all the friends I DIDN'T forward this to, be glad :p I know I was about | | <-----this close to bashing my head on my table! Hahahaha!!!

I propose....

A TOAST!!!

To my friend, the newly-initiated gym groupie. May you have many years of love, sweat and pain... Uh...and no, don't go overboard with it :p

<3!!! Hehehe :D

Omigod, my plastic!!!

I. Went. NUTS!

I have been...salivating...simply panting in absolute lust over these. I know they're not in really good taste, okay? But I don't like skinny heels (especially since I have fat legs) and I love COLOR! Lots of color! In fact, I'm fairly sure these don't match anything in my closet.

And believe me. I've got a decent amount of clothes. UNFORTUNATELY...when it comes to clothes, variety isn't really the spice of life for me :)



So, the straw that broke the camel's back?

20% OFF!!!

You know, the stupid thing is: I've been eyeing them since they came out, and I've just got this...thing...against buying Nine West. This is not my first pair, but the first one didn't really sell the comfort of the brand to me. This one is so...comfy!

I love my creature comforts. I'll spend good $$ on comfort. These? These are comfort. And after about 6 or 7 forays into shoe shops, this one just wouldn't leave me alone. Et voila! The shoes are now in my greedy grasp :) But really, just to redeem myself a little, I realized I needed a pair of shoes when I attended the Jazz Fest @ IB...in pink slippers. So salah-max.

Anyway, also purchased during my insane bout of shopping-mania:

• 2 pairs of slippers from Aldo, 50% off... (I love these! They are the MOST UNBELIEVABLE thongs you'll find anywhere!!! Believe me, I know....my staple foot gear consists of flip-flops, thongs, slippers, whatever you wanna call 'em...and they are cheaper and comfier than the ones you can get at Roxy)
  
• Promo undies from La Senza...buy 2 free 1 :D
  
• Cropped pants from Dorothy Perkins..(I get a discount on these...F3 member lah)
  
• GROCERIES!!!
  

Fear me now!!!

My Photo Ramble...

Actually, it was more like a half-assed attempt to cardio a little before I did my weights in front of the telly. Thing is, the day before yesterday was beautiful. Sunny, breezy, perfect for a walk around the area.

Yesterday was a bit smoggy, as you can tell by this piccie. That blue monstrosity in the distance is Jaya Supermarket. Back when I was in Assunta, that was the first place we'd head off to ditch :)

Wasn't a lot of places to ditch to those days...fark, I feel old saying it :p Gah. Anyways, as you can also tell, I left a little late in the evening, and didn't walk very much. I wanted to get home in time for JLU :D (Channel 62 r0xx0rz!)

This plant here grows in front of, like, my current dream house. The dude has a lap pool and I do believe he's water mad :) Heavy balinese influence on his home, and he's got a gadjillion water features. I love it!

He's also got this cute alsatian pup which was, at that moment, prancing through one of the water features. Too bad he's fenced for privacy. I could barely get a glimpse of the pup as it is :) Great plant. Think it needs a flower or something :p Hehehe. No lah I'm not that jakun. I know what ferns and palms are like, duu-uhh!! :p Picture taking can be hazardous when you're doing it in the middle of the road like I was. That being said, it's a good thing I was in a residential. People don't drive too fast during peak hours. Read: Jogging times (5:00pm - 7:30pm) :)

Okay, on a Creepoid Scale of one to ten, this one rates an 8.5. I had a really odd dream about this house, too. It's deserted at the moment, and it's for sale, but nobody's made a move to buy it for years now (and I can tell you my area's pretty prime for people who wanna settle for good), and it just keeps getting creepier every year.


Anyway, my dream involved having bought it, and was endlessly searching for someone. In my dream, it was very long..extending much further than it actually does.

'Twas strange. No apparitions or anything, though. Just a disturbing sensation of loss and seeking and abandonment.

I actually couldn't wait to get away from this house. And I kept remembering this line from an old story I'd read, about how some people believe that the camera can capture a person's spirit. I didn't want to accidentally capture any "spirits" in my new camera.

I've barely broken it in! So yeah, two pictures was my limit :)

Yep, back to my old tricks. I dunno why I keep putting up the plant pictures, but this one caught my attention. It's roughly the size of a bush, but shaped like a rose bud. Obviously, I didn't take a good picture, but it's a really rich shade of green.

And speaking of shades, this one sat in the shade of a huge mango tree. The guy who owns the house this plant sits in front of is a real agri-nut. He's got, like, a profusion of flowers and trees and pot plants and bushes surrounding his home.

The funny thing is, I doubt I would've noticed this plant (above) if I hadn't stopped in a moment of silliness to take a picture of my purple Crocs "artfully" placed next to a leaf on the road.

Anyway, to continue, I'd just like to say I would like a house of this size if I can ever scrape enough money together for it. It's not how it looks, so much as the size of it. I love tidy little houses with room for a garden or pool :) I can dream, right?

Not gonna put up the picture, since I never took one of the house itself :) It's gotta cool sort of solarium thing going, too, on the second floor. Or was that the other house? Hmm. No, I think it was this one :)

If this isn't IW's house, then it's her neighbour's :) From where I was standing, it looks like it's a really big house that starts at the foot of the hill and climbs up several stories. It's not. Really :) My ramble took me up the hill, down a side road and into this little lane. There's a tiny, overgrown path that turns off to the left, with a teeny bridge that goes over the monsoon drain and up to the lane one down from my own :)

I was in a hurry to catch JLU, so I took the short cut lah. I did pause long enough to take a couple more pics though.

The light was crap at that time. The clouds weren't well-defined, and I tried my best to get a nice contrast going. I know I failed, though. The buildings and the trees weren't actually that dark. Forgive me my faint efforts :p

On the lane I was talking about, where I stopped to snap this shot, there was this house with a really cute and odd papaya tree. It's HEAVILY ladden with fruit.

And when I say heavy, I mean heavy! The tree grows almost horizontally, and the fruit's like a couple of inches from the ground, hehe. I did take a photo, but I'm trying not to put up too many house photos. Paranoia or courtesy, call it what you will.

I'm trying my hand at Photoshop with this one. I especially liked it watercolored :) I'm easy to please lah, what can I say? This particular shot was taken at the bottom of the lane leading to my house. Really, though. It's a picture of CLOUDS, up in the SKY :p Duh, I could've taken it from anywhere and it'd probably have looked the same :p


Anyway, yeah. Come to think about it, I don't think I'm using this exact one. There's two of the same (boring ole) view, and the other was more dramatic. For the life of me, I can't recall why that one's not up here instead of this one...

Home, sweet home! This is a single branch on the tree that grows on the left side of my driveway. I liked the symbolism, and of the dying leaves on the branch in the background (same tree!).... It wasn't anything arty okay? I've got no delusions. My strengths are in music, not artistic vision :p

Anyway, it's the bloom of youth, the richness of age, and the incipient approach of death. A full cycle, on one tree. Generation, to generation, to generation. A family tree :)

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I keep saying I'm gonna do this, I'm gonna do that... Get a bike, start some classes. Well, my pockets are a bit bare again, this month. Damned bills :) Also, no permanent job. There's still the classes, but that's also a seasonal thing... I'm going to try do this more often, but knowing me, once I tell myself I'm going to stick to something, I drop it.

Commitment issues? I just don't know :) Anyway, that's sharing my photo ramble. Nothing significant, nothing particularly pretty, and definitely nothing artistic or genius about it.....but who cares, right? I'm just sharing :)

*p/s: DVs are welcome to join me on future rambles...you with the spare time...you know who you are. I'm thinking of taking a drive up the East Coast...which used to be my favourite jaunt, until things went sour last year. Yeah, I'm not refreshing any memories, least of all mine...but there you have it. I love the East Coast. Anyone interested?

So. I lied....What about it?

I know my bed's really sexy and shtuff, but yeah. I've got a hole in the left side of my head where my brains leaked out and now it sort of hurts. Yeah.

So. Upwards and Onwards!!! COFFEE!!!

Aariye's Recipe for a Good, Cheap Cup of Joe.

1. Grab a BIG mug. None of those pussy standard size shites, y'hear?!
   
2. It follows if your mug's taller than your teaspoon, that you should consequently grab: A Long TeaSpoon!! (like those ice cream ones, only not plastic, cuz it'll prolly melt when you pour in hot water, and yuck...who wants liquid plastic flowing in their bloodstream anyways? Duh. Get real...)
   
3. Nescafe!! -this part's important...it has to be Nescafe for the sole reason that if it was anything more expensive, you might as well pop down to Starbucks and get your coffee cuz, really. Who wants to drink this shit? :p
   
4. Spoon in 3 heaped teaspoons of Nescafe....
   
5. 2 cubes of sugar (this is important if you're a weird-assed foo' who gets high on sugar...cuz believe me, coffee doesn't wake me up the way these babies do...)
   
6. Add boiling hot water (about half to 3/4 full) - free advice at this point: Do Not Splash Hot Water On The Fingers Holding The Cup!
   
7. STIRRRRRRRRR!!! *cackles witchily* (anyone notice how bee-yoo-ti-foool coffee looks when swirled around n' around n' around with sugar/milk? *slurrrrp*)
   
8. Top with Low Fat milk, if you're really not a coffee fan, but believe that the combination of coffee and sugar can keep you awake.
   
9. **Variation: Without decreasing ANY portions, add either 3 heaped teaspoons of Milo, or squirt in Hershey's Chocolate Syrup....bwahahahaha!!!
   

Disclaimer: There is no Department of Complaints. If your hair falls out, buy a wig.

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I found some blasts from my past...WAY past...while surfing blogs. I feel old. I mean, God! They were KIDS when I was running around, doing my level best to turn everyone else's hair white. And now they're all grown and I'm an Innernet Junkie slash Has Been Gamer Geek.

Also, might I add, Insane Coffee Nut slash Sugar High Freak slash Bum-a-Dum-Dum slash J'Lo's Ass Ain't Got Nothing On Me(remember those Yo' Mama jokes? Yeah..say "Hi!" to my wide-load) slash Wannabe Gym Kaki...

And, aiyo, lets just throw in Unemployed Yet Self-Employed slash Hubby Dependent slash Dangerous When Bored Because I Tend To Mouth Off slash Brain Fart Chick.

Thank you. Nics agrees: I must be bored. Hahahaha, duh! What was your first clue? Me, I think it was the point where I started taking pictures of pond scum. Whatchoo think? 3 posts a day too much? *gnaws lip*...it's just past noon. I still have tonight to post another one! Overkill? No? :D

Eh...DVians et al, I'm a'gonna warn you leh...this blog's been silent long-long cuz I've been DeadJournal'ing. But now I got no day job and I know html!!!! Be fuckin' afraids, ye ole kemo sabes....

Heeeeee.......Mmmmmwah!!!

*Update: (yes, enough of adding new posts okie?) GO check out my sidebar linkage. IllWill Press (aka Foamy Firkin' R0xx0rz) is the awesomeness. And the rest, haha. Yeah, check out the rest.

Brain Farticism

Haha. You know the world's a much smaller place than you could've ever imagined, when you recognize at least three faces in this post.

Whoa....

Okay, BACK TO BED!

Why I shouldn't stay up past my bedtime...

Okay, I'm going to creep into my rant with my trademark wishy-washy, semi-defeatist Libran talk. I mean, yeah. I'm really sorry to have to say this, but "Back when mah pappy used to be a young 'un..."

....wokay....NO.... that wasn't it, but it sure was fun, harharhar! :D Erm. It goes more like "Back in the day, when a blog was just a blog, and twern't NO-body givin' no never-you-mind 'bout the meat o' the tale...

Fark. I can't keep it up.

Anyway, I'm just saying. Brad FitzPatrick and Livejournal (I'm not actually going back any further than LJ, because...haha...I was an LJ Bitch waaay back too, lah!) didn't have like some specific criterion stating: "Thou shalt go forth, and impress the world with thy wit and knowledge, or thou shalt be deemed unworthy to 'blog..."

<rant> I guess I'm a little worked up from following some links as I was idly surfing through blogs earlier. I'd like to say it's nothing personal, but hello! *knock! knock!* Seriously! Who am I kidding!??!! I don't blog about world crises. I don't take an active (or even a passive one for that fricking matter!!!) stand about our local politics, and I don't photoshop worth a good gawd-damn.

Where's that leave me? I mean, I could go all pseudo (hypocritically so!!) noble about the little people, who have thoughts and feelings. Mundane thoughts and feelings. Well, I'm physically as far away from little as the North Pole is from the South Pole. But in everything else....well. But yeah, I'm shallow. So here's my question: Are you trying to say that my life doesn't count? </rant>

Actually, an opinion is an opinion. And everyone's entitled to their own. I don't care. If you don't like someone, simply walk the other way. Why provoke a confrontation? I don't see a point in marking my life by the fights I pick.

But just so you know, I'm not crusading or something :) Maybe off on my happy little rant at the mo' cuz I'm coffee-deprived. And yeah, maybe feeling a little off cuz someone does this general put-down thing on blogs that don't matter worth a damn, simply because it doesn't make sense to them.

And aiya, farkit. It's true anyways. This blog's boring as hell. Hahahahaha!!!!

*~Aari now hops back to bed cuz she's gotta read some skanky novels to expand her vocab...*

And the Word for the day is:

Trepidation....

I guess I'm going to admit that I'm a big coward. I mean, why deal with something, if you can just as easily run away from it, right??

I may be quite aggressive, but I don't like confrontations. If that isn't a paradox, I wouldn't know what is. That being said, I've found that facing the music is sometimes a lot less painful than I actually think it's going to be. So, you can say I'm permanently in a state of trepidation :)

That being said, I did have lots of fun tonight. I really miss my old office. And here's a thought. I'm really not very good at saying goodbye. Maybe it's just another version of preserving my bridges, rather than burning them behind me. I dunno. Although I feel like I'm on the verge of burning one of them at least: This school that's already shut down, but the previous owner is still taking a cut of my fees.

Like: whutevah....

I think I was operating half-stoned today. I got on the stationary bike, pedaled all of SIX minutes, got off, half-heartedly did my weight circuit...finally got on a cross-ramp machine, switched my iPod to Video, and walked off a good portion of the movie.

I still haven't caught up with my sleep, and I'm too wired to close my eyes to do just that right now. Fuck.

I gotta try. I want to squeeze in some sleep tonight, PLEASE GOD!!!! I've got a long day tomorrow, and it's only Sunday *whimper*

Oh Gawd...the PAIN!

*YAWN*

I slept at 6:30am today, and was up most of yesterday WITHOUTcoffee!! Oh, the agony! *wilt* A lovely wake up call about 20-minutes before I was ready to be woken up (read: 9:50am) and the ensuing 16min 47sec conversation made it just about impossible for me to go back to bed.

I did remember to give the school a call and cancel my 11:00am class though. My head's pounding like a bitch, and I'm awake. Oh, GOD! Am I ever awake!!!!

For the first time in 2 months, I hopped on the scale. What am I, stupid?! No way I'm writing down the results :p Lets just say, I was pleasantly surprised to find out I hadn't put on as much weight as I thought I had. Yeah, with hubby around, neither of us gets much exercise, and I eat about 3 times more and more often that I do usually.

That fsking sucks, I tell you. The guy works in bumfuck, and he misses good ol' Malaysian fare. And if you think I'm letting him out of my sight for the brief time I have him, you're out of your ever lovin' mind :) So yeah, erratic health/weight gain and loss is a small price to pay. Gosh, doesn't that just sound mushy.

>_<

I'm tired. I want to sleeeeeep. Sleep is GOOOOOD. My sexy bed is calling me, but my head's bitching. If I lie down, it'll pound a hole through the left side of my skull.

*Klonk! Klonk! Klonk!*

Ow.

Okie, all offices (especially the government ones) are closed for a 2hr 45min lunch & prayer break. I am going to read a book. The screen's making my eyes swell, ugh.

KL Music Fest and Some Other Shiteness

In a word, the jazz fest was AWESOME! I truly enjoyed myself, and there was just so much energy zipping around on-stage. To be honest, there was a lot of brain-numbing bits too, too much of the samey stuff ppl produce.

Jazz is now a formula, lads and ladies. *sigh*

Now that I'm on the topic, I just want to voice out an opinion. I think the beauty of each instrumentalist doing a solo by turn in any given jazz piece ---- it's courtesy, it's a sign of mutual respect, and it shows a great deal of equality in a combo. That's fucking awesome. Singing is a solo kind of thing, except in jazz. It's really beautiful when the voice is itself an equal instrument in a combo. Yeah...

That being said, a solo tells a lot about a person's thought processes. The complexity, the logic, the ability...the works. Coupled with ability and technique, a good solo is a joy to hear AND watch.

Side comment on my CoLoR-MaDnEss

1. I bought a book on html for the Cammies website (I wanted to pretty it up lar!!)
   
2. I'm no longer gainfully employed in a time-consuming environment, and can finally put some effort into something flippant and fluffy ---- my blog.
   
3. I -like- colors! Nyah! :p
   
4. I despise being bored.

Okie, if my bed had a personality, I would say at this moment that it is a sexy, naked, alpha-male creature lounging on its side, and beckoning me to jump on it and end up sleeping....don't bother speculating about the in-between :p Hubby ain't getting none either now, is he! Nyah, to overseas/long-distance relationships.