i was just having a chat on icq with my "dad". been calling him dad since my industrial training days. i was working in this e-commerce firm in pj together with a classmate then. chatting over y! messenger was our way of communicating with the outside world. over the 3 month period, we kept in touch with our friends in uni and those who were based all over the country for training.
dad was the most unlikely person whom you would just call "dad". most of the time, he looked like an unshaven grunge rock artist strolling around on campus with his cap pulled back the wrong way. often times i found myself saying hi to this person who was singing the latest hit song to himself. but deep inside, he was really a sweet kinda guy.
since he was still studying in campus and had all the luxuries of campus life (read : 24-hour internet connection), he would sometimes message us and just say hi. when my friend and i were bored with office work, we would start a yahoo conference and chat ourselves silly. he would always end with "take care, i'll miss you and love you lots". very unexpected if you knew how he looked like!
so we decided to call him "dad". my friend and i ended up as his "daughters".
anyways, back to the story of me and him icq-ing one late night. at the same time, a guy messaged me. i had known him a few months back, but never met. so i told my dad about it.
me : hey, guess wat? some guy's trying to kacau me.
dad : over icq? who's he?
me : dunno, some guy i met thru icq. we've been chatting off n on for some time, but i hvnt actually met him lar
dad : who's he lar?
me : some 20-something catholic male, working in singapore, interested in photography n trying to impress me by making cheesecake
dad : lonesome male trying to pick you up. i must admit, he's got good taste though *grin*
me : haahah.. of course! how could it be any less when the dad's a trusted brand himself...
dad : awwwwwwwww....thank you thank you.... now you better be careful with these types. they're surely up to no good, n arent interested in anything serious.
me : ok dad.. i know what you mean. told you i dun really layan him.
dad : in any case, be careful ok?
me : dont worry lar. i wont end up eloping with him and running off to singapore.. haahah...
that wasn't exactly how we ended the chat, but we always had a father-daughter kinda conversation online. haven't met up with dad for a long time already. wonder how he looks like now...
Friday, November 28, 2003
Thursday, November 27, 2003
piggin' out
I am totally zombified after getting only 2 hours of sleep last night. Must've been the 2 days of Hari Raya, been sleeping till early noon. After having brunch and doing some reading, dozed off to another few hours of afternoon nap. It's been some time since I did this - marathon sleeping. The last was during my uni holidays. What bliss it was. Waking up to a cool afternoon after a morning downpour, looking at the clock, recalling for a moment and realising that it's a holiday after all. Then snuggling back into bed and having the luxury to sleep some more.
I'm beginning to sound like a pig. ^@^
I'm beginning to sound like a pig. ^@^
Wednesday, November 26, 2003
grOsS!
my, my, i didn't know i could actually post something as erm, gross as the prev post. LOL
anyways, i'm feeling great today *grin*. that's the wonder of being a woman. the mood swings - sometimes you feel terribly down and ugly, other times you feel wonderfully beautiful!
i got 2 mentions in johnsee's blog! tinge of sarcasm, i noted. :> hmm... now i feel the urge to do something about MY blog. haven't actually sat down to add comments and watnots.
anyways, i'm feeling great today *grin*. that's the wonder of being a woman. the mood swings - sometimes you feel terribly down and ugly, other times you feel wonderfully beautiful!
i got 2 mentions in johnsee's blog! tinge of sarcasm, i noted. :> hmm... now i feel the urge to do something about MY blog. haven't actually sat down to add comments and watnots.
Monday, November 24, 2003
growing pains
i wonder if *this* is worse than labour pains. it certainly feels as if an alien is growing inside of me and can't wait to explode outta my abdomen.
i wonder whether there are any other easier ways of being a grrl without having *this*. this almost killed me the whole morning.
i wonder whether giving birth will be any less painful for those who are having something as *this* painful. :D
i wonder whether there are any other easier ways of being a grrl without having *this*. this almost killed me the whole morning.
i wonder whether giving birth will be any less painful for those who are having something as *this* painful. :D
Thursday, November 20, 2003
*whew*
now i can breathe a sigh of relief. vacation bible school 2003 is finally over! no more typing of kids' names, their parents' names, contact numbers, age, sex and t-shirt size. i have been adding & editing the details every day for the past week or so.
even though the dateline is far over, malaysian parents tend to think that as long as the event hasn't started, there is no such thing as a dateline. for every name that comes in, i have to allocate a slot, check for errors, sort out the whole file in alphabetical order, renumber the list, and make sure that MS excel doesn't screw up the dates. you see, in some parts of the world, dates are in this order : mm/dd/yy, whereas in malaysia its usually written in the format of dd/mm/yy. and after this list is done, i have to carefully extract 4 columns out and paste them into another file for the attendance list. and of course, there are the boxes that form the table, highlighting of parents who will be helping out during the 3 days, parents who are only going for the outing, and and kids who will be staying over.
now before you think i dislike doing this, let me tell you that it's not as bad as it seems. seriously. not when you have committee members who are there to help you laminate the name tags, burn the ends of the string so they don't fray, and help keep the typos in check. :)
plus, the kids can be really wonderful. the last 3 days of vbs has been quite an experience for me. personally, i never really liked the idea of handling kids, not when they start screaming for attention or cry for no apparent reason. the ones who were under my charge were pretty adorable. they look at you with dopey eyes and think you're some god. some demi-god who can take away their pain and answer all their questions. ok, maybe that was an exaggeration. but you know what i mean. they look up to you. and all of a sudden, you start acting all mature and responsible. LOL!
at the end of the 2nd day, when simone & i were winding down, we shared with each other about the antics of the children that day. she was sitting down with jayse, this 8-year-old girl, who showed her her "diary". in it jayse wrote about the day's events. there was also a page where she listed her favourite people. under the "favourite teachers" column, she wrote "teacher simone & teacher mee keng". i was like "aww, that's so sweet!" i never really considered myself a teacher of any sort, whatmore a children's teacher.
so i guess, children ain't that bad after all!
even though the dateline is far over, malaysian parents tend to think that as long as the event hasn't started, there is no such thing as a dateline. for every name that comes in, i have to allocate a slot, check for errors, sort out the whole file in alphabetical order, renumber the list, and make sure that MS excel doesn't screw up the dates. you see, in some parts of the world, dates are in this order : mm/dd/yy, whereas in malaysia its usually written in the format of dd/mm/yy. and after this list is done, i have to carefully extract 4 columns out and paste them into another file for the attendance list. and of course, there are the boxes that form the table, highlighting of parents who will be helping out during the 3 days, parents who are only going for the outing, and and kids who will be staying over.
now before you think i dislike doing this, let me tell you that it's not as bad as it seems. seriously. not when you have committee members who are there to help you laminate the name tags, burn the ends of the string so they don't fray, and help keep the typos in check. :)
plus, the kids can be really wonderful. the last 3 days of vbs has been quite an experience for me. personally, i never really liked the idea of handling kids, not when they start screaming for attention or cry for no apparent reason. the ones who were under my charge were pretty adorable. they look at you with dopey eyes and think you're some god. some demi-god who can take away their pain and answer all their questions. ok, maybe that was an exaggeration. but you know what i mean. they look up to you. and all of a sudden, you start acting all mature and responsible. LOL!
at the end of the 2nd day, when simone & i were winding down, we shared with each other about the antics of the children that day. she was sitting down with jayse, this 8-year-old girl, who showed her her "diary". in it jayse wrote about the day's events. there was also a page where she listed her favourite people. under the "favourite teachers" column, she wrote "teacher simone & teacher mee keng". i was like "aww, that's so sweet!" i never really considered myself a teacher of any sort, whatmore a children's teacher.
so i guess, children ain't that bad after all!
Tuesday, November 18, 2003
have your mammies grammed
For years and years they told me,
Be careful of your breasts.
Don't ever squeeze or bruise them.
And give them monthly tests.
So I heeded all their warnings,
And protected them by law.
Guarded them very carefully,
And I always wore my bra.
After 30 years of astute care,
My gyno, Dr Pruitt,
Said I should get a Mammogram
"OK," I said, "let's do it."
"Stand up here real close" she said,
(She got my boob in line),
"And tell me when it hurts," she said,
"Ah yes! Right there, that's fine."
She stepped upon a pedal,
I could not believe my eyes!
A plastic plate came slamming down,
My hooter's in a vise!
My skin was stretched and mangled,
From underneath my chin.
My poor boob was being squashed,
To Swedish Pancake thin.
Excruciating pain I felt,
Within it's viselike grip.
A prisoner in this vicious thing,
My poor defenseless tit!
"Take a deep breath" she said to me,
Who does she think she's kidding?!?
My chest is mashed in her machine,
And woozy I am getting.
"There, that's good," I heard her say,
(The room was slowly swaying.)
"Now, let's have a go at the other one."
Have mercy, I was praying.
It squeezed me from both up and down,
It squeezed me from both sides.
I'll bet SHE'S never had this done,
To HER tender little hide.
Next time that they make me do this,
I will request a blindfold.
I have no wish to see again,
My knockers getting steam rolled.
If I had no problem when I came in,
I surely have one now.
If there had been a cyst in there,
It would have gone "ker-pow!"
This machine was created by a man,
Of this, I have no doubt.
I'd like to stick his balls in there,
And see how THEY come out!
Be careful of your breasts.
Don't ever squeeze or bruise them.
And give them monthly tests.
So I heeded all their warnings,
And protected them by law.
Guarded them very carefully,
And I always wore my bra.
After 30 years of astute care,
My gyno, Dr Pruitt,
Said I should get a Mammogram
"OK," I said, "let's do it."
"Stand up here real close" she said,
(She got my boob in line),
"And tell me when it hurts," she said,
"Ah yes! Right there, that's fine."
She stepped upon a pedal,
I could not believe my eyes!
A plastic plate came slamming down,
My hooter's in a vise!
My skin was stretched and mangled,
From underneath my chin.
My poor boob was being squashed,
To Swedish Pancake thin.
Excruciating pain I felt,
Within it's viselike grip.
A prisoner in this vicious thing,
My poor defenseless tit!
"Take a deep breath" she said to me,
Who does she think she's kidding?!?
My chest is mashed in her machine,
And woozy I am getting.
"There, that's good," I heard her say,
(The room was slowly swaying.)
"Now, let's have a go at the other one."
Have mercy, I was praying.
It squeezed me from both up and down,
It squeezed me from both sides.
I'll bet SHE'S never had this done,
To HER tender little hide.
Next time that they make me do this,
I will request a blindfold.
I have no wish to see again,
My knockers getting steam rolled.
If I had no problem when I came in,
I surely have one now.
If there had been a cyst in there,
It would have gone "ker-pow!"
This machine was created by a man,
Of this, I have no doubt.
I'd like to stick his balls in there,
And see how THEY come out!
Friday, November 14, 2003
matrix, anyone?
I got this in my mail this morning :
A hilarious two-minute animated short called "The Meatrix" has exploded across the web, putting a comic spin on an uncomfortable issue -- factory
farming.
Watch it now: The Meatrix
* * * * * * *
On the other hand, a Matrix-freak friend of mine offered his version of the movie : Leonng.com.
A hilarious two-minute animated short called "The Meatrix" has exploded across the web, putting a comic spin on an uncomfortable issue -- factory
farming.
Watch it now: The Meatrix
* * * * * * *
On the other hand, a Matrix-freak friend of mine offered his version of the movie : Leonng.com.
Thursday, November 13, 2003
breezy driving
Driving to work today was a breeze. It felt like driving on a Sunday. Traffic lights changed colours in mere seconds. Only 5 rows of cars in each lane, or less. No crazy road bully tailgating at your back. Cars zooming down the ramp from Subang to the Federal Highway. No unnecessary pressing of the brakes when cars start to clog up the road.
That was until I reached the Motorola bridge. Whoa... it hit me that it wasn't Sunday after all. It is only Wednesday, the middle of the week. The day where Selangor, and some other states like Kelantan, Pahang & Perlis has a public holiday - the Nuzul Quran. Whereas, the rest of the country has to go to work. So all these people who are on the road are the ones who are working in KL.
No doubt, Selangor-ians will be having a gala time doing some festive shopping, since Hari Raya is near the corner. They will be coming down to KL to shop in places like Berjaya Times Square, Lot 10, Bukit Bintang, Maju Junction, and Midvalley Mega Mall. Oh dear, that would mean more traffic jams when I drive home later :(
If only everyday was like this :D Less stress on the road, less accidents, less hogging, lower blood pressure! No need to wake up so early LOL.
That was until I reached the Motorola bridge. Whoa... it hit me that it wasn't Sunday after all. It is only Wednesday, the middle of the week. The day where Selangor, and some other states like Kelantan, Pahang & Perlis has a public holiday - the Nuzul Quran. Whereas, the rest of the country has to go to work. So all these people who are on the road are the ones who are working in KL.
No doubt, Selangor-ians will be having a gala time doing some festive shopping, since Hari Raya is near the corner. They will be coming down to KL to shop in places like Berjaya Times Square, Lot 10, Bukit Bintang, Maju Junction, and Midvalley Mega Mall. Oh dear, that would mean more traffic jams when I drive home later :(
If only everyday was like this :D Less stress on the road, less accidents, less hogging, lower blood pressure! No need to wake up so early LOL.
Friday, November 07, 2003
can this actually be done?
it has been raining for the past few evenings. the sky looks gloomy and so downcast. some would say the gods are crying. i'd say it's still a beautiful day. rain or shine.
but i prefer rainy days. especially when i get to snuggle in bed. covered from toe to chin in my softest blanket. tucked in with a good book. cuddled in a foetal position with the warm glow of the bed lamp by my side. sipping a frothy cup of milo. and then fall asleep with the rain pattering on the windows.
but i prefer rainy days. especially when i get to snuggle in bed. covered from toe to chin in my softest blanket. tucked in with a good book. cuddled in a foetal position with the warm glow of the bed lamp by my side. sipping a frothy cup of milo. and then fall asleep with the rain pattering on the windows.
Wednesday, November 05, 2003
dj for the day
my ex-housemate, Adele recently got invited to be a guest DJ for Red104.9 (a local radio station) for today's breakfast show (The Kick Start with Terry and Shareena). She had the privilege of extending the invitation to 3 other friends to join her.
so even though i couldn't be on air with her, i managed to tune into Red104.9 this morning on the way to work. heard shareena introducing some songs and trying to chat with her co-DJ's. but the rest were barely audible. either their mikes were far or there was too much muffles in the studio. another ex-housemate noted that she could hear adele's laughter thru the muffles tho! LOL.
i sometimes wonder what it's like being a DJ. must you be articulate, chatty and know lots about music? or have a good sense of humour and able to connect to your listeners? or just have that charm that transcends the airwaves... whatever it is, i guess it must be comforting to know that you can be anonymous and not worry about your appearances. dress simply for work. have a good cup of coffee while the music plays. play your favourite songs the whole day (well, almost!)
so even though i couldn't be on air with her, i managed to tune into Red104.9 this morning on the way to work. heard shareena introducing some songs and trying to chat with her co-DJ's. but the rest were barely audible. either their mikes were far or there was too much muffles in the studio. another ex-housemate noted that she could hear adele's laughter thru the muffles tho! LOL.
i sometimes wonder what it's like being a DJ. must you be articulate, chatty and know lots about music? or have a good sense of humour and able to connect to your listeners? or just have that charm that transcends the airwaves... whatever it is, i guess it must be comforting to know that you can be anonymous and not worry about your appearances. dress simply for work. have a good cup of coffee while the music plays. play your favourite songs the whole day (well, almost!)
Monday, November 03, 2003
daylight robbery
just the other day, the CEO's secretary sent an email out to all staff that all executives are supposed to pay RM15 as a contribution for the CEO's birthday gift. i noticed that at the bottom of her email : all managers, asst managers, presidents, asst vice pres & vice presidents had to fork out some amount of $$$ as well (of course, something >rm15). can you imagine, if everyone were to heed her email, he would be getting a complete set of brand new titanium golf clubs for his coming birthday! this is daylight robbery, i tell ya!
no one knows whether the CEO himself had a hand in this directive or whether his secretary just wants to $uck up to him. but i do remember when i was updating the corporate website, the CEO was "upset" that his face was not in the list of BODs. how could that be, when he wasn't part of the BOD of the holdings company?! he seems to like all the attention he's getting ever since he got promoted as the new CEO some months back.
anyways, i reluctantly parted with my (hard-earned!) rm15. i must admit though, that i needn't have had to. so what if he blacklists me and makes sure i do not get promoted/have a bigger increment next year?
no one knows whether the CEO himself had a hand in this directive or whether his secretary just wants to $uck up to him. but i do remember when i was updating the corporate website, the CEO was "upset" that his face was not in the list of BODs. how could that be, when he wasn't part of the BOD of the holdings company?! he seems to like all the attention he's getting ever since he got promoted as the new CEO some months back.
anyways, i reluctantly parted with my (hard-earned!) rm15. i must admit though, that i needn't have had to. so what if he blacklists me and makes sure i do not get promoted/have a bigger increment next year?
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