Thursday, March 19, 2009

They have never seen what really happened. With their own two eyes. The string of incidents. Heart breaking. Heart aching. Heart hardened.

Mouth full of foul words tossed proudly at my parents. No regrets. Never any. The incident kept on repeating.

They are never scarred.

They can still talk to the bitch.

They can still accept the bitch.






No, they have never seen the scarred memories with their own two eyes.

Sakit

Did it ever occur to you that there are people around you who can be quite a bitch. and enjoying themselves while at it.

I really don't understand why there are people who define their lives around negative vibes. What kind of twisted people who jumped at every opportunity of creating a negative vibe?

Monday, March 02, 2009

tsk..bubbles..

Nak main, tapi sangat mengantuk....


Our Helen

Nickname for my GPS device, thanks to K/Sharipah, Farah, Didirinie and Sapinie.


It's a product of GPS Bay and special offer to Citibank Shell credit card. The order arrived at my workplace just a day before we drove to KL. Godsend.



The idea we had initially was the device would arrive in at least another week's time to almost 2 months on the date of request order.



Well, I was imagining how God decided to make us girls happy by arranging for the package to arrive 24hrs before time of departure. Most of all, of how much or whether we, girls, would wonder and praise Him for the miracle.


We love it and impress with it at the same time. Seriously, the journey from Kelang Lama to Bandar Baru toll was filled with awe and amusement with the device. It recognized the Jalan Sg Ular and alternative routes to Bukit Merah. Along the way, Helen kept on reminding, "Please slow down, please slow down." I wonder if she is set with certain speed limits based on the type of roads we are at. I turned the speed warning off after stopping at Bukit Merah rest area. It was beginning to get on our nerve.


It is Godsend all right. It is able to quickly renavigate in case we took a wrong turn or chose an alternative route.



It's pretty handy and although there are those people out there posting all those funny and tedious requirements they have on a GPS of their choice in internet forums, I'd say bullshit. Are you that dumb with directions, seriously?






This GPS i have is more than enough. We drove, on 14th February, with 5 people in the car, from IKEA with my almost fuel warning Gen2, taking the shortest route, traffic jam in the middle of Bukit Bintang with my fuel warning car, some Chinese concert street celebration on the street (they have got to have a concert on the street jugak2!), curse the bloody hotel who rammed by car front lip, U-turn back to the entrance of the hotel, stuck in traffic jam, u-turn to the next hotel, stuck in traffic jam. Then at night, refuel the car RM20 in Bukit Bintang, drove to Danau Kota, traffic jam, back to Bukit Bintang, round2 Modestos and the district areas, traffic jam, the next day to Jalan TAR, Sogo, next day to KLCC..and we only stopped for refuel upon entering the hiway back to hometown on Monday late afternoon.

I am not really familiar with KL roads and expressways but this device made the journey somewhat a breeze (despite the jams). It is soothing that all i had to do was drive. My company of girls were also not stressed out on keeping their eyes on turnings or buildings or signboards, they just need to feast their eyes on the pondans scenes around Modestos.

A couple of things I would like to explore more on this device is Petrol stations and speed traps.

So far so good. I've been recommending the device to other people.

So i've been tagged

by siti.

Demmit.

macam budak-budak.

" Once you've been tagged, you have to write a post with sixteen random things, habits or goals about you. At the end, choose six people to be tagged, listing their names and why you chose them. Don’t forget to leave a comment (“You’re tagged!”), and to read your blog, you can’t tag a person who tagged you. Since you can’t tag me, let me know when you've posted your blog, so I can see your weirdness. "
why da hell is 16 anyway?

so just for the sake of it, here goes..without any certain orders of importance..sit back.

1. If money was never an issue, I'd have all the crazy gadgets that caught my attention in T3 magazine. and use them definitely !

2. If money was never an issue, my 4x4 would be a slate gray metallic suzuki vitara or blue toyota rav. my sports car would be blue-black mazda rx8. my sedan would be mitsubishi lancer maroon, my road trip with blue-black Nissan Murano. I would certainly keep my existing orange Gen2 :D

3. Wishing a thousand million times to be a guy. I want to ride power bikes and feel the vibration of the engine cruising on the road of all sorts of pavements. And I definitely don't want to worry about getting raped. I don't have to be rimas being preyed upon stangers eyes while going out and about, jogging, sports, eating, driving. I can walk the life of a predator instead of the prey. I can be invisible anytime I want. I don't have to worry about an iron while travelling. I don't have to bring extra luggage due to bras and tudungs. I can go out freely at night. Less chance for me to be cheated by car/bike mechanics. I'd learn about engines and cars and bikes from experienced mechanics. I can wear caps and t-shirts and three-quarter pants to places which require me to drive to get to. I can wear t-shirts and three quarter shorts to sidai baju or simply play with my cat in my house compound or getting the letters from the postbox and I definitely don't have to run for cover because I have guests at the door (demmit!).

4. Annoyed with men in general, don't have any expectations on men, sceptical close to vengeful hatred. mat rempit, men. snatch thieves, men. rapists, men. child molesters baby rapists, men. robbers, men. reckless drivers,men (women are dangerous drivers, mind you). gangsters, men. why prostitutes exist, men. ridiculous and nonsense control over women to satisfy their male ego, men. generally abusive, men (fuck Chris Brown). what else ??!!
Noticed, I did not mention about men being insensitive yada yada yada those things that girls complain about coz those are not real problems to me.

5. Have seen, found and praised a few men worth admiring, one of them is Mahathir.

6. Wish I'm taller by another 10cm. People take taller women more seriously. Taller women struggle less at getting their message heard. Taller women out there should realize this advantage they have and start using it for the benefit of yourself and the people around you.

7. Mastering another 2 foreign languages is a goal.

8. Ya, I curse ! Occasionally, I repeat, depends on the occasions. Ingat cursing (like smoking) sociologically halal utk men saja ka??

9. My imagination is good in fact too good thus I cannot, may I repeat, I cannot watch ghost movies or any movies that depict ghostly actions in them. Exceptional case for Puntianak Harum Sundal Malam, I think it is a good movie especially on the epic settings. Puntianak sundal 2 dah merapu dah.

10. Boycotting coke and McD. For real. And urging friends and other people to do the same on continous basis.

11. Don't really watch tv. Prefer movies andbuy dvds for fav series. The last thing I wanna have is a lembu-cucuk-hidung type of relationship (and this is) especially with...a stuff...so unnecessary.

12. Can't help but admiring all the beautiful physical marks that crossed my path. Let it be things, people men and women equal, cars, bikes, animals...will definitely be categorized..a beautiful cat, a pretty horse, a handsome hound..a sexy sport rims and for the sake of sounding so lame, i have to still say that brad pitt is such a work of art..

13. Pretty face should come with pleasant attitude to my standard. No, I don't have a mom's taste for a menantu perempuan. Don't sweat.

14. I wish a thousand million times to be a millionaire. (with a strong buying power of course..kalau mcm duit pokok pisang nk wat mende)

15. What I do, my prayers, my faith, are rather personal between me and God. And will be, between me and God. And in the end, I am judged in front of God, by God Himself. not you, nor my parents, nor friends nor foe. I am furiously insulted if asked to show and tell to prove that I am this or that.

16.

There. Try tagging me, one more time.