Webcomic Update - Doggie Dialog :O

Get the new comic page here.

Readers are such smart people. They can see through clichés and old tricks. Many a times, I find myself having to change the turn of events in ROMB to avoid getting myself stuck with a popular but overused plot. Who wants to tell a predictable story, where the readers already can obviously foresee what will happen to who, who will end up with who, and so on? *shudder* NOT me. But when I'm using a cliché, I make sure I do it better, give it more depth, and not use it as the main plot. Total suspension of belief, if I don't do that.

So I used Rudi's pic in the comic page. Yes, I admit I can't get over him. But isn't he adorable? The Doggie Dialog apparatus looks like some metallic monochrome nipples stuck on his head. Lame, but it was a flash of inspiration. With VR prevalent in ROMB, I'm sure fanciful stuff like this are not uncommon for the pet enthusiasts. Anyhow, I don't imagine it's anything too hightech or accurate. Maybe it measures and compares hardcoded brainwaves or neural activity with hardcoded patterns in the machine, then the fortune-cookie shaped thingie on the dog collar fires out monosyllabic droid-like words that matches. Not exactly farfetched, huh? :D

But still, strapping it on your adoring mutt is one thing. What about horny little humping lapdogs. You don't want to hear licentious canine thoughts. Really.

RIghto. So it's off to the Karaoke I go today. I'll try not to take too long a break before the next page. :D

Ha. Ha. Very funny....

Found this fwded email sitting smugly in my Inbox today. It's from the boyfriend.

New Banking ATM Procedures

Sign in the Bank Lobby reads: "Please note that this bank is installing new "Drive-through" teller machines. Customers using this new facility are requested to use the below outlined procedures when accessing their accounts.

MALE & FEMALE procedures have been developed after months of careful research.

MALE PROCEDURE:
1. Drive up to the cash machine.
2. Insert card into machine and enter PIN.
3. Enter amount of cash required and withdraw.
4. Retrieve card, cash and receipt.
5. Drive off.

FEMALE PROCEDURE:
1. Drive up to cash machine.
2. Reverse and back up the required amount to align car window with the machine.
3. Set parking brake, put the window down
4. Find handbag; remove all contents on to passenger seat to locate card.
5. Turn the radio down.
6. Attempt to insert card into machine.
7. Open the car door to allow easy access to machine due to its excessive distance from the vehicle.
8. Insert card.
9. Reinsert card the right way up.
10. Dig through handbag to find diary with your PIN written on the inside back page.
11. Enter PIN.
12. Press cancel and reenter correct PIN.
13. Enter amount of cash required.
14. Check make up in rear view mirror.
15. Retrieve cash and receipt.
16. Empty handbag again to locate wallet and place cash inside.
17. Place receipt in back of checkbook.
18. Recheck make-up again.
19. Drive forward 2 feet.
20. Reverse back to cash machine.
21. Retrieve card.
22. Re-empty hand bag, locate cardholder, and place card into the slot provided.
23. Give appropriate one-fingered hand signal to irate male driver lined up behind you.
24. Restart stalled engine and pull away.
25. Drive for 2 to 3 miles.
26. Release Parking Brake

Actually it's pretty funny. I do check my make-up more than necessary, to the point I'm doing it just to admire my own reflection. XD Yes I'm vain to boot, and pretty critical on my appearance. Sometimes women (and some men) can't help but do this, you know?

Yes yes, I confess that I've in fact driven for a few metres (not miles) without releasing the handbrake once; as also with some of my other girlfriends (her car started smoking). There were also countless times where we change lanes without indicating or looking at their rear/side mirrors. This is mostly due to the fact that they are busy yapping and gossiping. My mom is known to drive dangerously when you chat with her while she's driving. Yes, some people can't multitask. For example, I can't talk while I play the piano. So yes, you must forgive us of our weaknesses.

Note: The author feel a need to mention that she has an acquaintance who claimed he can eat while he poops.

However, I'm starting to suspect that the members of the male species do commit atrocious car crimes like these too...but there's this huge conspiracy to keep humiliating deeds by men under lid. Back in college, I remember a guy friend of mine (a huge F1 fan who's constantly talking loudly about fast sporty cars) who made the incredibly stupid mistake of filling diesel into his petrol car. The car went for a few metres before spluttering to a undeserved death. Incredible!

Note: The author feel a need to mention that this particular guy was the laughing stock of the whole class until now. He's a respectable IT professional now.

Oh dear, I hope none of my ex-college mates are reading this right now. But anyhow, here's a comic strip that drives close to home for some of the "car enthusiasts" out there. Please don't post hate comments. Also, I filched this strip from my forums. If you know who is the owner/creator of the strip, do tell me so I may give credit to the right person.

Shopping is Therapeutic

You think I'm up to my eyeballs with work. Actually, it's not that simple. Yours truly have been occupied with bargain-hunting is various malls, marathon drama serials, reading books and yes, work. I have nothing to post, except blur hurried pics of people stampeding at main shopping complexes in KL/PJ.

The rough crowd in Padini, One Utama. The boyfriend grabbed discount t-shirts and summery cotton shirts. Very good deals.


Then I saw huge clumps of women in Vincci. Elbowed myself in and managed to fish out a nice pair of white futuristic monk sandals. The boyfriend rusticated and daydreamed on a bench with the rest of the disillusioned men/bag-carriers while their better halves duked it out within. Vincci handbags are overpriced, btw. Bad craftmanship with so-so designs. Next time I buy a Vincci handbag please hold my head in the toiletbowl and flush.


Ran out of fuel and energy and decided to recuperate in Starbucks at the ground floor of OneUtama. Notice a number of silent, dazed looking couples sitting in close huddles. They all left looking energised with the caffeine/sugar fix. This is the secret to marathon shopping.


The boyfriend decided to splurge on an grande ice-blended coffee-thingie. It is interesting to note that the coffee costs more than the discount baby tees I yanked from the Applemints bargain box. Nice smiley cashier girl gave us a Starbucks card to collect points. I pocketed it quickly, knowing that we will definitely be needing more fuel in later shopping expeditions.


The next day (or some few days later, can't recall really), went to IKANO. There was a pretty okay sale at the concept store. I got a nice floral blouse. Crowds were disappointingly sparse, probably due to the lack of apparel shoplets there. Decor was pretty half-assed too. Everybody was walking in a relaxed pace and there was no predatory gleams in the eyes of the aunties scanning for huge discount boards. Only nice thing we bought are the aromatherapy burner, essential oils and candles. (realised later that they sell by hundred for RM9.90 at Watson...frickin' hell)


On Sunday, the boyfriend and I, with his family went to the Midvalley. There was a stupid jam in the underground carpark (possibly due to some idiot taking his time to scratch his butt while a huge line of cars wait for him to eject himself from the parking space) After about 30 minutes of cussing and moaning in the car, the incredibly skillful driver of a boyfriend found a spot.

Upon entry, the shopping mood is already in full swing for everybody. Chinese New Year music blared from invisible speakers. Huge sea of human bodies standing in line to get tickets at GSC ticketcounters. Kids in heelies flying everywhere. Overdressed young ladies flocking at corners simpering. Men with gold chains, loud-voiced aunties, crying babies, doe-eyed couples. Very intense. Everyone was pushing into everywhere. I hate shopping at Midvalley.


Then some of my girlfriends and I went to Sungai Wang Plaza yesterday. Got this adorable Abercrombie velvet bag. Best eva shopping trip this year. I was too distracted to take a picture. :D

Happy shopping everyone. May you find that piece of blouse/pant/gstring to match, and may you'll never buy anything more expensive than the next person. Wahaaaaaa!

GUARRRGH!!!

If there's someone who can help me with CSS for my stupid stupid blog template, i'll be eternally grateful. Now I need some padding at the sides of my posts and also, you see the idiotic looking center-aligned Header? Yes, that needs to be left-aligned too.

UGH. Now i finally understand why some of the sites I visit looks stunted and stuck to the sides of the browser. It's because they know nuts about CSS, like me. Garsh...! T_T

Worse Blog in Blogsphere!

Someone kindly mentioned this blog as one of the worst blog in Blogger! The honour he's bestowing upon me!! Don't understand Portugese? Try Babelfish!

Okay, anyone else here freaked out by my Profile Description?

I am a normal female person living in Malaysia who has this unusual passion for sequential art and storytelling. Drawing and Reading are my biggest passion. Sometimes I karaoke and read bodybuilding magazines too.

Alright then, I feel a need to justify why I mentioned I like reading BodyBuilding magazines... This is because I am a gym rat. No, not that sort who pumps iron until huge veins pop up all over me like a plague of rashes, but rather the sort who is very much interested in body-sculpting. This, may I remind you, is not at all peculiar in a female. Look how good J-Lo's tush looks. That's all a result from body-sculpting mind you.

Another reason I like looking at muscles is because I draw. It's always easier to understand anatomy by studying exaggerated bulges and swells. It's art! :D Well, s'not like I'm buying gay porn mags and getting all hot and flustered looking at the hot boy-on-boy action..... (Shin might like that though ohohoho!)

Ah, artists are SOOOO misunderstood. (okay okay, it was really funny I got a reaction outta this because that was what it was intended for. So don't kill me, my Portugese friend)

And karaokes are awesome. Makes me feel like a superstar. Man, I'm such a happy freak! *preens*

On Moons and Laps and Nokia phones

Bulan jatuh ke riba la... heh heh heh!
(bulan jatuh ke riba = moon falling on the lap - an unexpected profit)

I just got back from lunch of chap fan (mixed rice) with the boyfriend. He is back from Brunei to attend a meeting and workshop in Berjaya Times Square later after lunch today, and we were talking about the roads to get there from Damansara.

Being unfamiliar with the roads in the KL area, he was pretty confused with the direction and landmarks I mentioned. So we settled for the route through Jln Tun Perak - Jln Pudu - Jln Imbi to reach Times Square. While discussing about several major landmarks in Jln Tun Perak, I mentioned that he should be able to see the mahkamah (HighCourt) on his right. A look descended the boyfriend's face and he confidently said the mahkamah is not on his right, but on his left. So we argued for awhile:

Me : *sneers* Eh, I'm damn sure it's on the right lah! I'm so sure I'll bet anything on it! Just name it!
BF : Really?! Me also very sure it's on the left. Okay, what you wanna bet?
Me : Anything. You sure you wanna bet? If like I'm right ah, then you buy me the Nokia 6170. Hahahaha!
BF : Ok! Ok! What if I'M right?
Me : If you're right ah? I buy you the damn phone lah....but you have to gimme your 6110 woh...
BF : Eh, where got like that?! No..no..IF you lose, you'll have to abc123 me everyday.
Me : WHat?! Aiyer...that all you ever think of!?!
BF : So how? On or not?
Me : *thinks to self* (actually if he goes back to Brunei I dont have to abc123 him daily lah! I profiting from this, man!)
Me : Ahaha! You're on! You die ler!!!!

And so it is. After lunch, we went off on our way. Fifteen minutes later, I got a SMS. I know the boyfriend actually reach Jln Tun Perak already and realised that the mahkamah is in fact (and has always been) on his right. WAHA HA HA!

I called him, and confirmed that we're going cellphone shopping tonight. If this is not the moon falling on my lap, I don't know what is. *smirks*

Memoirs of a Geisha

Dear Mr. Spielberg,

When I read in the papers that you're adapting Arthur Golden's Memoirs of a Geisha for big-screen, I felt an insane urge to whack you with a jackfruit. Yes, I'm angry at you. Whatever were you thinking when you casted Michelle Yeoh, Zhang ZiYi and GongLi into the three main female roles of the story? Asians might all look and sound the same to you, but really, you think we audiences won't notice this jarring inconsistency?

You don't simply get Chinese actresses to fill in lead roles in a culture-heavy movie, especially when these actresses are international Chinese actresses, famous for their iconic cheongsam/kungfu roles. If keh leh feh characters (minor characters) I can forgive lah!

In addition to that, Zhang ZiYi looks silly in the kimono, like a mega-blur Ah Moi with big hair clad in ill-fitting cushion covers. She just doesn't look the part. And Ken Watanabe as the Chairman?....Eh, don't tell me you watched The Last Samurai and decided to like him? Lucky you didin't cast Maggie Cheung, Faye Wong and Tony Leung after watching 2046 or I really beh tahan.

Aiyah, Mr. Spielberg. I also dunno what else to say lah. I still hope your movie is good in the end, because it couldn't be worse than The Last Samurai, where all the Japanese samurais die heroically but not Tom Cruise who received a few months (??) worth of crash course in bushido. (Someone seppuku him)

Byebye,
Ah Lian

"Memoirs of a Geisha" was a book I really enjoyed, with all it's dramatic elements and dreamy lyrical writing, which is just like watching a high-budget TVB movie. WHen I heard ZhangZiYi is to be casted as Sayuri, I freaked out. Then I found out that Michelle Yeoh is playing Mameha?!?! What the hell?! Desperately, I googled for the role of Sayuri's arch-rival Hatsumomo. GongLi woh. (But actually I'm not worried about GongLi because she's a much accomplished actress)

Still, I don't feel good about this. Chinese casts into Japanese roles. My world is black. This is going to be a crappo movie, where blur American directors put the wrong people in the wrong roles, just because these people are big names in Cannes. Japan no more lengluis isit? If Spielberg's lazy, can't he at least cast a J-pop starlet or something? Aiyoh...why like that. And I'm not even talking about Ken Watanabe yet. I feel he's too young and looks kinda harried for the role of the strong and quiet Chairman.

I remember feeling this level of scorn when Quentin Tarantino had Lucy Liu play the Yakuza woman boss, Oren Is Shit, in Kill Bill. But at least he had the insight to get Chiaki Kuriyama of Battle Royale fame to play the very horrifically delectable GoGo Yubari to distract me with her hawt hawt bloodlust. (Japanese schoolgirls, they are crazy!!)

It's not that I'm anti-chinese/pro-Japanese. I just want the good points of the story be preserved, especially the details of the costume, makeup, mannerims and setting. Let's hope Mr. Spielberg does not decide to take a few "creative liberties" with the story, just to make it more palatable for the West.

You can tell that more than a few Japs are miffed from the MonkeyPeaches site:

Hong Kong newspaper The Sun reported that Japanese studio Toei, set to collaborate the production of Memoirs Of A Geisha in Japan, might refuse to lease its set to the Americans. According to the paper, Toei was not happy about the fact that the cast of Memoirs Of A Geisha, a story supposed occurred in Japan, consists with too many Chinese and not enough Japanese. It was just like "changing a Kyoto's temple into a grand Chinese restaurant."

Both the movie and the book it is based on are in fact western interpretation of Japan's geisha culture. The Japanese are especially upset that geishas are portrayed as prostitutes. In fact, they are entertainers and could even be seen as artists.

Anyway, here's the list of the cast in Michelle Yeoh's website: Clickie

Aibai

I am so happy.

Came home to a postbox spilling letters, and one addressed to me from WorldVision. My imaginary feet immediately did a little jig and I barged into the house, face all smiles. If I did not tell you already, I've signed up for a Child Sponsorship Programme with WorldVision. As a sponsor, I'll be assigned a child who will be receiving RM50 from me monthly. A portion of the monthly fund will be channelled to the Area Development Programme (ADP) the child is living in; not only to aiding the child to get proper education and food, but also to improve the quality of life of the community there.

In my case, my sponsored child lives in Hotan, XinJiang, China. His name is Aibai and he is 10 years old. There is a photo of him together with a short biodata. Apparently, this bald kid is the son of a farmer, both parent working the land for the survival of their 3 sons. He is healthy, loves Maths, and is in charge of caring for the animals at home.

I snapped the below photo with my digicam. He looks positively like a little monk. :D The picture is blurred for a purpose, that is, to protect the identity of my sponsored child. (actually there's something wrong with the lens of my Samsung)



WorldVision also provided information about Xinjiang, the biggest province in China that is surrounded by Tibet, Qinghai, Gansu, Mongolia, Kazakhstan, Kirghizstan, Uzbekistan, Tadzhikistan, Afghanistan, Pakistan and India. I can't imagine the diversity of the religion/culture there. These people are practically living in the desert, with extremely hot weather in the summer and cold winters. WorldVision will want to:

(copied from pamphlet)
1.) Improve the community's health especially the health of children facing malnutrition
2.) Enhance the poor learning condition in the mountainous areas by improving teaching quality, dormitory and school facilities,
2.) Develop local reesrouces for better income generation to provide the farmers' livelihood, and
4.) Improve the environmental conditions in the community which is threatened by the encroaching desert.

When I first told mom about this, she said I shouldn't commit my funds to a long-term programme like this. She also said that improvement in the life of 1 child will not make a significant difference in the suffering of the whole community. So isn't it better to donate once in a while with lump sums instead? Actually, I do not fully agree but she does have a point. I do suspect that she's worried that I'll not have enough for myself and the family should there be any financial crisis.

However, I'm just glad that WorldVision structure their activity in such a way to enable the funds of the donors to make a lasting impact on both the community and the child himself.

Heck, who knows. Maybe one day I'll travel to Xinjiang to meet Aibai. When that happens, I hope to see him taller, stronger and smarter than me. :)

Uwek!

I'm experiencing slight nausea. It's like the Kampar Fishball Noodles I consumed for lunch is trying to push itself out. Must stop gorging myself and learn to stop when my stomach tells me I'm full. Also, I contributed to Uncle Ho by faithfully buying 2 new dvds from a sickly-looking guy with orange hair. Bought Fighter in the Wind and The Woodsman.

Initially, I saw Fighter in the Wind in a DVD shop when they were showing it to a group of Ah Bengs and Ah Lians (including me lah) in a shopping mall. Drew a pretty big crowd it did, with it's realistically brutal+gray/black Matrix-like handcombat scenes. Being the loyal devotee of martialart movies that I am, I started to salivate. As in, really started to drool. My saliva glands flowed. (FYI, this happens when I'm turned on, be it by violence, eroticism, or a heart-shaking story plot)

I feel smug, because now I have a movie that Shin doesn't have. I can trade this for Casshern and Princess Blade (which I stupidly missed when being shown on NTV7). I'd do anything to watch Princess Blade with all its badass samurai sword action. No, Princess Blade is not Kill Bill. Think Takehiko Inoue's Vagabond. Before you say that it's pretty stupid to try to compare a movie with a manga, let me reveal that that's my point exactly. No comparison at all, friend. Kill Bill sucks monkeys (in my very very humble opinion).

Anyway, I bought The Woodsman because it stars Kevin Bacon, who is said to have delivered his finest performance in this movie. (also got Benjamin Bratt argh you sexy man!!!) The movie's about a sex offender released from a 12yr sentence, who tries to return to a very unforgiving society. He struggles for a job and is hounded by neurotic lawmen (shades of Jean Valjean??), while battling his inner demons and violent urges. Sound like a winner, doesn't it? Mhmm, very Mystic River. Anyone watched Sleepers? Kevin Bacon's always an exceptional actor, despite poor career moves with movies like Wild Things.

(though some guys i know thoroughly "enjoyed" that movie...)
(which was generously sprinkled with Denise Richard's mammaries..)
(not to mention that hawt threesome scene...)

So, I'm having some pretty high hopes on The Woodsman.

Oh I feel so good right now. Nausea's gone. Back to work.

Clichés

Song at the moment: Nocturne - Secret Garden (would appreciate Celtic lyric translation if anyone has it)

My Robin Schones arrived a few minutes ago. Big books with large Enid Blyton-nish print. Yup yup :D My joy is boundless! One of the three books, Gabriel's Woman, is actually a prime example of deep depravity finding redemption (or not) in desperate love/sex. Themes close to my heart. Have a soft spot for the damned, I do.

So I'm working on the new page today. New scene for the first non-platonic relationship in ROMB. San and...someone. (Note: not a dog) Don't let me spoil it for you though. It's a bit of a cliché, but I'll try my best to make it fly.

Talk about clichés. Used to death but when done well, still as good as anything. I've actually heard of this happening in real life, to my mom's best mate when they were still doing hardcore dating in their early twenties. Will reveal more of this as the scene further progresses. Everybody likes a bit of a gossip information. Heh heh.

Yesterday, Winnie (my beautician) actually put the idea of visiting Korea into my head while working her soft smooth hands on my flabby face. It's not too costly and the scenery's gorgeous, especially Cheju Island. Have this visit-before-tsunami-flattens-it mentality lately. And I've always been a hotpot+kimchi addict since discovering Kim's near the gym. Got Shin interested too. Ideally, the people who will go should be me, the boyfriend, Shin, random relative/friend. But the more the merrier!....Wonder who else will be interested.

I'm dying to visit some seasonal Asian country to confirm some rumors:
1.) Is it true that the cold weather in seasonal countries makes the girls' skin softer and fairer?
2.) Is it true that the men there are tall and fair and all look like Won Bin or Bae Yong Jun?
3.) Does the city girls all have stylish gorgeously-dyed hair, and for those who do not, do they have long silken unrebonded black hair?!?
4.) Why are men fascinated with violent but cun women like Jun Ji-hyun in My Sassy Girl? (ok, ok i jealous) Why so S&M? Do men secretly craved to be tormented?!

How weird. :D

Brunei/Miri Photos

At last, I got a photobucket account and uploaded the photos we took in Brunei/Miri. See them here: Album

River/Forest Photos are taken in Gua Niah, Miri which was famous of its guano. We got guano everywhere by the time we were out from the cave. It was dark as hell and you hear bats squeaking everywhere. Batman must be nuts to want to live in a cave.

Hotel interior is from the The Empire Hotel in Bandar Seri Begawan. It's really gorgeous, with high ceilings and all that stuff. 'Very good landscaping and stuff. Everybody zips around in carts.

Weird arch-like structure is located by the sea in Seria, Brunei which is a town that belongs to SHELL. Everywhere you see are Nodding Donkeys pumping in pressure into the ground. It's grotesquely awesome hahaha.

I damn bored

I don't know what to do after work today. I have a few choices:
1.) Get a haircut
2.) Get dinner
3.) Draw
4.) Get some sleep
5.) walk around in malls, supermarkets, etc
6.) Watch dvds
7.) Freak out, purchase a large carving knife, and carve people

Choice 1 is not wise, as it's still about a month away from Chinese New Year. Getting my hedge trimmed (no dirty thoughts now) too early will cause it to outgrow it's style by February. A waste of perfectly good money. What's more, I haven't dyed my hair. It's currently streaked with silvery strands. Pretty outstanding to have silver hair at 24. In fact, it's in the genes that I'm so partial to premature gray hairs. (gray or silver, whatever lah!) Mom's a platinum-haired babe while Daddy-o's head gone all salt-n-pepper. Even my kid brother is 30% prematurely gray...tragedy lah. Mom was like, "Aiyah, why you want to poison yourself with hairdye?! How many years you wanna keep doing this?!" Well, excuse me Mom, didin't you use to dye your hair purple/mahogany/amber/coffeebrown all these years (until you finally got tired of it and stopped)? Hrrmm.....

Choice 2: "Get Dinner" shouldn't be in the list at all because I'm fasting today. Have been overeating for the past few days that my tummy's been growling and yowling at the food that I try to shove down my throat. So I figure, time to stop all this food-lusting business and start acting like a normal human being. Must not...allow...carnal man....take over.... ACK! ... Yeah, so I'm on a steady undelicious diet of Milo (milok!, as I like it pronounced) and papayas today. Luckily for me, my digestion isn't up and going today and my stomach's been aching all the time. Haven't really experienced any all-consuming shaking cravings yet. But now that it's evening, my body is starting to feel the effects of hunger. My brain is spelunking around, methodically slide-showing me various images of food (!!) served in restaurants that I will pass on my way back. My saliva glands spurts saliva non-stop, like cement factories industriously pumping out toxic wastes into Kinta River. Wah lau eh. I need to muzzle myself before leaving this office I think.

Choice 3, draw? Hm, yeah, I'm bound to do this later at night, when I'm teleconferencing with my analyst in the US. Is supposed to walkthrough some implementation plan tonight. My hands will be on my WACOM tablet, phone receiver firmly stuck between my shoulder+neck, eyes trained on my laptop screen (looking for drawing references) and brain in LaLaLand. Multi-tasking is a strength of mine.

Choice 4 is to sleep. Of course, being the stressed out person who often complain that there is just NOT ENOUGH time in 24 hours, I will not opt for this. My brain tells me that sleeping beyond my usual 7 hours is a waste of time. I need to draw, beat FFX, beat FFX-II, watch TVB serials, clean my room, learn how to bellydance for fitness, train for Mt Kinabalu, read many philosophical books, teach my dog to paint and et cetera et cetera et cetera! I just can't spend my precious minutes by...you know...sleeping. I will only sleep extra when i'm ...well, sick. So there goes Choice 4.

Walking around malls sounds like a great activity. Lepak-ing (loitering) in malls is one of Malaysia's all time favorite pastime. Problem is, I don't care to lug around my DELL Latitude D600 together with me, nor do I want to leave it in the car. Since our first laptop theft incident in the company, I doubt my boss will be so kind as to wave it off like the last time it happened. SFun, my colleague was at a bustop near Heathrow when someone swiped hers...together with her flight tickets and discs. The boyfriend lost his in DamansaraUptown, passports+luggage+OlympusCamedia all frigging gone! T_T And what's more, my company doesn't insure our laptops. No way I'm leaving it in my Kancil. I think my Kancil can open with a piece of floss...>_>

Watching DVDs seems to be a pretty good choice, but I don't have any DVDs that I feel like watching. THe last one, Van Helsing was so scorchingly awful that I had to detox with Japanese Doramas after that. I mean, the people who made the movie didin't even bother to present us ciplak-dvd buyers with a decent storyline that will make me at least, slightly ken cheong (concerned) with the fate of the characters. No character development at all man! I think I witnessed the worst sort of acting from Kate Beckinsale. Her accent was hair-raising and the corset looks painful. Her boobies were all clumped up under her collarbone. Gawd. And don't get me started with Hugh Jackman; THE Hugh Jackman we all adored and drooled over (girls only lah) when he was Wolverine. What the hell's with the wavy Fabio-like hair? Makes me wanna ejek "Amboi, lawanya your ceramic perm!"

Okay, so I guess I'll get myself the carving knife then.

(PS. I'm hungry...)

Wau! I speak like Malaysian!

After reading countless of Malaysian blogs, I'm inspired to speak like a Malaysian in mine lorr...so some people reading might really blur like sotong on what the heck I'm talking about. Sometimes I think I interact too much online with mat sallehs. That's why so weird about blogging in Manglish. But it's definitely comfier like this. Can type my fingers off without having to worry about grammar :p

Anyway, I got a nice new table calender on my office desk. Damn sui, you know? With pics of Japanese gardens. So beautiful and serene and perfect til the point of being unreal lah. Really beh tahan and want to take next flight to Japan. But might not have money to come back. I'm damn bankrupt liao from buying stuff.

I just came back from Ipoh during the weekends. No time to visit Shin lah. Somemore I heard she burnt Princess Blade already and I really want to borrow from her. I damn like badass sword fighting in bamboo forest type of movies lah. Gets my heart all pumping and blood all rushing to my temples! Wahahaha! .....sighh....so busy busy running around attending lunches and dinners with people until no time to settle down to unwind. So here I am, back in KL again, working. But not bad lah, I curi tulang at home yesterday and even went to Midvalley for jalan-jalan. Today pulak, we went to Seksyen 17 to eat that char siew kai fan. Got that sour+spicy vege to go with the rice too. OMG damn syok lah. No wonder my tummy all terpercik keluar now. Need to go gym T_T

But there's a ray of light leading me out from the tunnel! This weekend going to Karaoke at the new Red Box in the Curve. Waha! Long time never go already. This time I'm going with Pei (roomie) and her colleagues. Might not be that nice singing out of tune in the company of strangers, but I really desperate lah. Want to sing mah. If lucky, can even rap to LMF's very notorious WTF song. I damn good at the cussing chorus part.

Heard from Pin that a full body massage in that Thai massage shop in the basement of One Utama costs RM125. What lar! So expensive! Only one hour somemore. I really need someone to step on my backbone or something lah. Neck and chest+back area feels damn stiff when I sit in front of the computer. I know exercise helps lah, but it's still sore and achy ler. Hm...

Today I got a this email from a colleague:

Hello,
I fever and nose block. I MC 1 day.

Regards,
xxx

Aiyo, what happened to the quality of English education in Chinese schools... >_<