Wednesday, December 26, 2007

10 Reasons Why My Christmas Was Awesome

Even though no one give me PSP or DS Lite or Digicam or Nokia phone or angpow

/ SanFran staff are so cool! This waiter right, he made me a LARGE frappucino WITH whipped cream even though I use a seriously tattered redemption card, saying, “is large with whipped cream okay? It’s free anyway *wink*” Awww!

/ The same waiter, when clearing up the table for me, gave me a redemption card left behind by other customers (with stamps on ady!)! Yes, yes, I know, I’m a suckah for free caffeine! Thank you Mid Valley SanFran Waiter!

BTW, why oh why you people are so big fan of Setarbug? SanFran’s the way to go peeps! Lemme tell you why SanFran is wayyyy worthy of your hard earned money *business secret shhh* An ice blended in Setarbug is ice plus coffee equals ice blended. An ice blended in SanFran is frozen coffee plus coffee equals ICE BLENDED. It’s a full cup of REAL, 100%, no joke Caffeine peaple!!! Haiks, Setarbug is really overrated.

Le sigh. OK lah, I give chance to those of you who DIDN’T give me Christmas gift. Treat me to SanFran pweaaaaseeeee? T______________T

/ I bought myself “Marley & Me”!!!!! SUPER AWESOME!

/ The Christmas play went on without glitches! Thank God! And every one of you were soooo awesome! Although most of the times I was just standing around and taking up space, but I feel so honoured to be part of the space team! You guys are truly awesome! I’m so proud of you, you, you, you, all of you! (Cis, like I’m so old liddat!) Oh, oh! And Dohny actually said he counted AT LEAST 5 people cried during the play leh!!!! *beams*

/ I watched Powerpuff girls live on stage in Pyramid! HAHAHAHAHA So cool. Jason and I were sitting amongst the erm…. 2 years old and up and cheering like mad. -_- And then this little girl right, she squished past the both of us screaming “Scuse meeeee” -____- Chey, like she very small size! OK lah, smaller size than us, but no other place to walk meh?! Hmhp! At times like this, having a baby in hand is really very, very useful.

/ SaSa’s constant hug spree and telling me I looked “gorgeous” on Christmas day. OK, maybe it’s just the top that I was wearing but hey! Having been walking around with a huge pimple on my forehead and being laughed at for the past 3 days was enough to make me feel anything but nice, hokay! So SaSa, you have no idea how much I appreciated that. T__T *BIG HUGGIE*

/ Jason’s surprise dinner! He cooked! Siap dengan tea lights, music, and food presentation dance. LOLLL That made me laughed silly! Thanks dear! Oh! And he did all the dishes! *hearts* and my grandma upon learning from Jason that he was going to cook me dinner, she was so excited (she actually spoiled the surprise for him by telling me! lol) that she put aside some of the food she cooked for dinner for us to bring home to. Konon to help him save time. LoL.

/ Those little gifts I get! The Yip sibling’s junk food bag. Peiling’s Christmassy handmade bookmarks. Dohny’s half moons black and white magnetic key chains. Essie’s Kisses. LiJen’s *real* kisses (no lah, I don’t want to tarnish your name lah. She only made that smooooch sound close to my cheek only lahhh). Candy canes from someone… I forgot who… sowee.

I really want to personally make or buy some meaningful gifts for you guys or at least wrap nicely, last time I really very semangat wan, and then I aged was too swamped this year that I have no time to sit down and make something nice. Le sigh. And I had to resort to chocolate sticks tied with tiny ribbons. I know, very kiamsiap bit of ribbon because I didn’t have time to go and look for real, cool ribbons. My Christmas gift shopping was done on Christmas eve afternoon so go figure. If you saw a mad woman with frayed hair and clothes running amok in Sunway Pyramid on Monday afternoon, yes, that’s me. =_=

/ The most unimaginable thing happened. I actually got a token in the form of a pay check from my boss! My company! T__T My boss when giving me the check said, “nah, leishia, here’s for you, quickly go bank in for your Christmas shopping!” Can you imagine that?! That coming from a company that doesn’t know the meaning of “bonus” and the word “reward” doesn’t exist in their dictionary! Can you imagine that?! God is really, really wonderful!

/ And the bestest gift of all times - Jesus; born for me, died for me, providing for me, protecting me, blessing me, taking care of me, casting out my fears, walking with me, being mocked at for me, encouraging me on, believing that I can, and loving me. Twas the day He was born for me. Not Santa Clause -_-.

I hope your Christmas kicked super ass too! And that your gift list includes Jesus. Merry Christmas! :)

Wednesday, December 19, 2007

Deltaboo Is Happy! Weee

The word is plagiarising, Deltaboo knows.

But Deltaboo can’t resist it! She must Ctrl C and Ctrl V it here to show all you Autonots!

Ahh~ How her heart skip in glee just by looking at the picture! So pweety macho right?!



[Heart stopping, life TRANSFORMERing picture taken from the fantabulous Karen Cheng’s site]

Tuesday, December 18, 2007

Die Another Day

I’ve been wanting to kill my blog for the longest time. The time is……….... not now yet. Hehehe.

OK, lame. -_- lol

But seriously, I’ve been contemplating these murderous thoughts on and off. But every time I just have no heart to do it. And today, just as I was about to click the delete button (OK, not so drama lah, I was just thinking to post a good bye note or something. OMG Where’s befrienders??? I’m suicidal! +_+), I saw the stats on nuffnang’s nifty trackie, and I saw the referrals, I saw the statistics, I saw the key word search (really, I’ve got jokers coming to my blog looking for, amongst others, undressed aunties -_____- joh! you can kill me already lah T__T!!!), and it was as if I saw my whole life flashed past in my face. And I thought, hey, let’s press on a little bit more. Just a little bit more.

And so here I am. Pressing on. Writing another post. Contributing a little bit more to the sound pollution of the net, but all for the love of you people, my dearest readers.

… I cannot be anymore lamer, I know!!! x) Ever since making friends with the youth peeps, my lame-o-meter has risen I’ve been using emoticons that I’ve never used in my entire teenage life -_-. But I must say my favourite has got to be these -> -_- and T_T and =.= So frigging old school right?! They paint the perfectest picture, evah!

So yeah, anyway, I digress.

Oh dear! Can you believe the year’s coming to an end?! Like, an END end! This December month is particularly the craziest month ever happened to me. Not like I’m key persons or anything, but man I’m so swamped and pressed, I really don’t know how to cope! X_x

Stress and I just won’t make it together. Really. It usually breaks me more than make me.

First there’s this Christmas musical play *ahem* production thing that really got me sleepless. Like, argh… OK, I’m zipping my mouth. Besides, I wrote the script myself, and I wrote this line: Christmas is not about practices and activities! It’s about Jesus! So all I’m saying is, we are so running short, I is so sked. Period. But then, not like I’m acting or anything. Hehehe. have faith! It’ll be ass-kicking, if not great! Cos I hear these people sing, really, every time no matter how sleepy I am, my goose bumps are sticking up like kena static liddat! And when they sing the Christmas theme song (I’m not telling! You gotta come find out yourself!), I’m reduced to a puddle of tears. So, great job guys! *pats head*ruffles hair*

And then work! WORK! Designer’s taking off 25th onwards; I’m taking off 24th onwards, meaning I need to vomit all my work out by 21st. And hey, lookie! 20th is a public holiday! And today’s what? 18th? And what am I doing? But of course! *flings head backward laugh like a witch* Blogging! Of all the days I have blogger’s block, today it has to be cleared and I must be so chatty! Brilliant, darling, brilliant!

And then Christmas shopping! Yay! Everyone’s pressing the same panic button, and of course I must join the crowd! I haven’t done any sorta Christmas shopping too (except for myself! Phew!) and I think I’m gonna resort to distributing all the free/bought/souveniry key chains sitting at home. La gasp! xD That includes giving one to Jason too. La gasp gasp! HAHAHA

Yesterday morning I was at Mid Valley for the press screening of Atonement (yes, I purposely must mention the term “press screening”! Please lah, that’s one of those little things that make me feel I’ve got the greatest job on earth. T_T so just let me be hokay?), the movie was like…. sooooo sommmbre, and glummmm, and greyyyy! And emmmmo! I was determined I’ve contracted an incurable depression bug by the end of the show.

It was however, a very brilliant piece! Really. It’s just… you gotta be ready to watch this genre of movie. It just pulls you down to emoland if not careful. But, I think I’m interested to read the book. Heh. I think it’s gonna be a very good read. I imagine it to be very well written too! Maybe, one day, I’ll get to it. Books don't come cheap these days. Le sigh.

So anyway after the show, I was wondering around for an hour in the mall all gloomy and… depressed, in hope to find a gift for Jason, because dang! I suddenly realized I didn’t give any thoughts about buying a gift for my husband! -_- Yeah, I kow, terrible right? Joh, so terrible lah! Tsk.

So I walked for an hour, and I couldn’t find anything! And I couldn’t think of anything, because hey, my brain's dead! And I became even more depressed. And then there’s this rebuttal letter which I had to write to a client. I totally hate it! I think I don’t cut it for business lah. Haiks…

See?! What did I tell you about Mondays huh huh huh?!!!

OK, I think I’ve forgotten why I started this post…………..
Oh right!!! Because I’m trying to evade work but I’m in desperate need to act busy =D

Friday, December 14, 2007

Hands Are For Praying

I’m not one who likes to post lyrics of songs, but I’m reminded of one piece by Jewel as I was reading ling’s post. And I thought how true. Our hands are too small to do anything “big”, but they are never too small to pray. God hears.

Will you pray for this land today?

If I could tell the world just one thing
It would be that we're all OK
And not to worry 'cause worry is wasteful
And useless in times like these
I won't be made useless
I won't be idle with despair
I will gather myself around my faith
For light does the darkness most fear
My hands are small, I know
But they're not yours, they are my own
But they're not yours, they are my own
And I am never broken
Poverty stole your golden shoes
It didn't steal your laughter
And heartache came to visit me
But I knew it wasn't ever after
We'll fight, not out of spite
For someone must stand up for what's right
'Cause where there's a man who has no voice
There ours shall go singing
My hands are small I know
But they're not yours, they are my own
But they're not yours, they are my own
I am never broken
In the end only kindness matters
In the end only kindness matters
I will get down on my knees, and I will pray
I will get down on my knees, and I will pray
I will get down on my knees, and I will pray
My hands are small I know
But they're not yours, they are my own
But they're not yours, they are my own
And I am never broken
My hands are small I know
But they're not yours, they are my own
But they're not yours, they are my own
And I am never broken
We are never broken
We are God's eyes
God's hands
God's mind
We are God's eyes
God's hands
God's heart
We are God's eyes
God's hands
God's eyes
We are God's hands
We are God's hands

Wednesday, December 12, 2007

5 Christmas Gift Ideas. No, Seriously.

Oh boy oh boy! Christmas is here reallll soon! I can almost smell the ginger bread and feel the tingling on my nose tip from the frost and snow! Except… there’s no snow in Malaysia. Bummer.

But hey Christmas is here!!! :)

If I am not such a procrastinator, here’s what I’d do for you…

> A bouquet of chocolates! OK, actually I normally use this for birthdays, but who says you can’t enjoy chocolates during Christmas, eh? I love to use those brown papers used to wrap parcels for my bouquet. Just place the chocolates (in wafer sticks shape, bundled up with cellophane) in the middle of a piece of translucent rice paper (or any thin papers, coloured if you like, or none altogether). Spread a large (in proportion with the chocolates) piece of crumpled brown paper underneath the rice paper, and then wrap the chocolate bundle up as you would a bouquet of flowers. Finish off with your choice of ribbon. Tease the corners of the papers for a natural look.

And voila! My favourite gift idea!

> Buy a miniature Christmas tree and dozens of mini cards. Write all your best wishes/ messages on the cards, and then hang them up randomly across the tree. Place the tree in a mini gunny bag filled with coffee beans/M&Ms/Smarties/whatever. And then tie the bag up loosely with ribbon.

And voila! I think it’s cute! And practical too! (the M&Ms!)

> Get a stack of free postcards (those colourful advertisements in the form of postcards you can get from cafés. Uh, they still have those, right? I used to collect them! They are lovely!) So what you do is, you write your Christmas message (make it real Christmassy and long winded hehe) to the intended receiver, only you write it on the postcards; so instead of 1 piece of letter pad worth of words, you probably have say, 10 postcards! After that, you tie them up with yarn/thin gunny rope/ribbon. And that’s how I tackle boys. I mean, my then-boyfriend-now-husband. Of course!

And voila! I think it’s really quaint! I love, love, LOVE receiving letters and parcels!!! PARCELSS!!!! THEY MAKE MY HEART AND STOMACH ALL EXPLOSIVE AND TINGLY AND HAPPYYYY!!!!! :D

> Get 6 plain Christmas baubles (those of “frosty textures”) of a coordinated colour theme (red/gold, gold/silver, etc), and then paint it as you wish with patterns or scribbling that both you and the receiver can identify with; in another word, personalized it. After that, get a wooden wide mouth fruit bowl or basket, create a nest and lace the base with shredded (coordinated) colour papers, and place the baubles on top.

And voila! I think it’s really… erm, Christmassy. It’s simple to make, and meaningful too!

> Here’s my favourite. Adopt a cute puppy (maltese, Labrador, golden retriever, generally all puppies work!), drape a red knitted scarf over her neck.

And voila! I seriously think tis the bestest everest idea ever! *HINT*HINT*HINTTT*

Merry Christmas! I hope you have a great time gift shopping! :D

Monday, December 10, 2007

Monday's Funny Way Of Getting Back At Me

Sick jokes ahead. Not child friendly. If you’re under 20, please click here or here or go play with your Tamagotchi.

I was happily stuffing myself silly with a packet of nasi lemak (yes, trans fat. Kids, don’t try this at home) when the hubs called.

Hubs: Dear… I was cheated….
Me: …. What happened?
Hubs: I… was… I was cheated…
Me: Tell me lah! What happened?

(At the point in time, I thought his bosses are underpaying him and he just found out, or that he was sent to Sarawak over the weekend, just so they can scheme and overthrow him from office or… or he was scammed in some scratch and win thing… or oh! Some pretty young thing has swindled him of his money *GASP*… or something…)

Hubs: When I got married, people were telling me…

(Oh noes! He’s poetic way of telling me I haven’t been cooking enough at home! Or maybe the toilet and baths are not clean! Yikes)

Hubs:… that after one year…

(Houston! We’re hitting a rock here! Pretty young thing alert!!!)

Hubs: your love for each other will slowly and surely fade, but why…
Me: Blardy Hugh! You’re reciting this for me to blog about isit?! >(
Hubs: whyIstillloveyousomuchah? HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAH I love you lah! Buh bye!



And then just after I’ve recovered from the shock my hubs’ brand of humour, I tried resuming act of stuffing eating. And then my ed decided to be real farny... Le sigh, it's only Monday, people. T_T

Ed: Eh, Leishia, you know the brand Benova? B.E.N.O.V.A
Me: Heard about it. Why ah?
Ed: I wonder what they sell…
Me: Uh, furniture. I think
Ed: Really? Hmm. I think they sell porn.
Me: O_o Har?
Ed: Yeah, cos the name of the brand read ben ova. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA

*Walks off laughing at his own joke*


I’ve lost interest in my nasi lemak ady lah! *fumesmumblemumble*

Saturday, December 08, 2007

2nd Christmas Gift Unwrapped

Ladies and gents, introducing my baby third baby (uhh, 1st being the hubs, 2nd being Polly)! Can ya see??? Can ya can ya??? I'm blogging on a Saturday! HAHAHAHAH!

So so! My third baby, her name is Des the Dell, because she arrived in December.... -_- or whatever else I can think of later. But yaya! She's a she!!! It's a girl! A girl (because I say so)! A sleek, sexy black beauty! Delivered by surgeon Dr. Jap Dell boy Jap. So anyway, everybahdee say hello to Des with a flashy big smile! XD


.... oh...kay.... I dunno whatelse to say.... I just told Sailorsim (over MSN! MSN!!! no more stupid Meebo!!! hahahahahahahahaha) that I've lost my zing in blogging. And she blardy agreed! Hmph! *ngam ngam cham cham* I need to get back in touch with my feminity humour the world [insert the latest term yourself lah T_T]

Till the [latest term] get me grooving again, I'm gonna go back to my cave and be a geek la. Le sigh. Ta.

Monday, December 03, 2007

Falalala! My Christmas Gift Came Early!

I really don’t know what Mondays are for. They are so redundant. It’s scientifically proven that employees only begin to be productive Tuesdays onwards and peaking on Wednesday.

You won’t want to go back to work after the weekends; and you won’t want to go back to school after a good chilled out time on Saturdays and Sundays either; you all the more won’t be productive on a Monday be it at work or school. You’ll be sleepy, and drowsy, and grumpy, and puffy eyed, and moody, and drowsy, and did I mention grumpy? *groan*

So what are Mondays for?!

I miss Saturday.

The awesome Saturday where my husband said,

“You’re down with the flu, why don’t you go shopping with your friends and just relax? I’ll take care of the house cleaning. See? I’ve already listed down all the things that need to be fixed and cleaned in the house,”

*all-bright-eyed-can’t-wait-to-get-down-on-all-fours-and-scrub-gleefully look*


“You… sure?”


“You… sick ah?”

“NoOooooOOO! Just go lah! Oh, and why don’t you drop by at your mom’s place first and give Polly a pat before you meet you friends? I know you’ve missed her so much!”


“… orh.” I know! He's so spoiling me! x_x

I mean, after asking the above obligatory questions and even offered help and do the cleaning myself, and hung around long enough to be kicked out shooed 2 times, wise people would normally heed the advice, grab the purse, and bid farewell darling right? RIGHT?

Right lah! So I went :) Albeit sick. :):) No lah. I was getting so much better ade! :):):)

So I met up with my gfs at Pyramid and started our operasi menyapu (lit: sweeping operation)! Oh, the joy of shopping with girls I tell you! OH! It makes you want to recite poems and go italic!!! We had so much fun trying out all the clothes and then not buying them! Haha!

We were at this one shop, and I was trying on the clothes and blah blah blah, at one point I came out to show my friends the dress I tried on, and the salesgirl was “Oh! This is very nice! You’ve got the height! Nice!” I turned and looked at my friend, and she shook her head disapprovingly, and uttered, “Not so nice lah”, then the salesgirl, matter of fact-ly reply “Nice what. You have to look at it from a different angle loh”

Like, -____-``` Super sweatness! Liddat sure nice lah! If you look at a different angle, pairing fluorescent green skirt with striking hot pink frilly top also very sexy geh! hahaha!

So by 6pm, I’ve spent almost thre….. actually figures are not important, what’s important is the loot! Hehe. I shall attempt to turn you green.

A bag! Not exactly this one, but something like this, a hobo bag, with pleated handles, in decadent burnt brownish gold.

A cute dress!

A 3-in-1 top/mini dress! Erm, 3-in-1 sounds cheap, but it really can be worn in 3 different styles! The back can be the front and vice versa, it can be worn over leggings or skinny jeans/pants, or as a dress! Super chun-ness lah! The more I look at it the more I like it! Ohhh *heart*! But of course this picture is only a representation of what I bought, not exactly the same. Mine’s come with short butterfly sleeves, drape/ballet round neck/back, slight gatherings on the sides, is black and of a erm, slippery material and is fitting at the bottom. So that gives you the appropriate silhouette. And if you have long, skinny legs then it’ll instantly turn you into runway models from Milan! If not, then you’ll have to rely heavily on really sharp and high stilettos. +_+

And also a black empire waist top (not this but to this effect lah), a pair of heels, a pair of jeans, quirky necklace and earrings, tube top, and BR chocolate and peanut butter ribbon ice cream! Oh indahnya mimpi aku! If I’m dreaming then don’t wake me up hokay? Happy sigh.

Anyway I wanted to send a message to my gfs who had left earlier telling them that I managed to find my pair of heels *yay* and that I’ve busted my budget of a certain amount *boo*.

BUT, of course I must be so efficient and type fast enough to send the SMS to who else but JASON! -_- He replied after a good 5 minutes saying “gulp. Have you bought the movie ticket? Erm, maybe you can ask for refund? I’ll just stay home, read newspaper and eat grass”


Haha. Funny man lah you! So I met up with Jason anyway later in the evening for this

To which he said, I quote, “Pwoah! Gaya man this fella! Look at his bod! Good movie choice dear!” *hand shake*

(Question. Why men like to give handshakes to signify approval and/or agreement? Why?)

Nah, nah, nah, those words were his! Not mine! *halo*

OK, I very lazy to type anymore. But there! My early Christmas gift from my dear, forever sweet husband! :D

Oh yeah, which brings me back to my point, what are Mondays for lah?!!!! T__+

Wednesday, November 28, 2007

From BERSIH To HINDRAF - When The Talking Walks.

New Straits Times

KUALA LUMPUR: (1) Deputy Internal Security Minister Datuk Mohd Johari Baharum said the Hindu Rights Action Force leaders had made empty promises to thousands of Indians to take part in Sunday's illegal rally.

"The Hindraf leaders had not only defied orders but also (2) caused trouble to the public and the government," he said at parliament house.

Johari said he believed the Hindraf leaders had their own agenda, which had nothing to do with helping the Indian community.

He said (3) just a handful of representatives could have quietly handed over the memorandum to the British High Commission, without having to gather such a large crowd.

(4)"Even if they wanted to hand over a memorandum, why hand it over to the British government, they could have given it to our prime minister.

(5) "The issue now borders on racism and the opposition is having field day over it," he said.

Minister in the Prime Minister's Department (6) Datuk Seri Nazri Aziz said the discharge of the three leaders of Hindraf by the court showed that the judiciary was independent,

He said the courts had to follow procedures and be satisfied that there was fairness.

"Even if we feel it is wrong (discharging the trio) we accept the court's decision. But we have to follow procedure. Everything must be done in accordance with the law," he said.

I read this in bafflement. A few questions popped like mushrooms in my layman mind. Let me try to put them into words…

(1) *gasp* such conclusion! Isn't that... what's the word... sedition? Touchy! But then again, we were all given false promises 4 years ago too leading to today lah!

(2) Why then no permit was granted for a peaceful rally? Literally everyone is asking this question. If permit is granted, proper guidance and routes are given, people’s safety is promised, then the whole handling of memo is made legal and without drama, end of story, happily ever after! So why not?

(3 & 4) True. True. But then, will the head honchos allow for such memorandum to be handed in the first place is a big question, be it according to law and procedures and protocol or not?

Remember the time when 10 minus 1 of our non-Muslim cabinet ministers submitted a memorandum to Prime Minister Datuk Seri Abdullah Ahmad Badawi calling for a review of laws affecting the rights of non-Muslims? The matter was quickly “resolved”, with the ministers “retracting the memorandum for the sake of national interest”. Riiight. Fish(y) and chips, anyone?

(5) Correct me if I’m wrong. As far as I’ve lived, this country is ALL about “the race". No? And why lah every time everything must be related to the oppositions? -_- Whether they are having a field day or not, should it cause so much fear that warnings must be given to the people?

You know there's a cantonese saying - if you can stand and walk straight, why be scared and bring other names in to the matter?

(6) Erm, "the judiciary was independent"?

Just a few curious questions if not more! If I'm allowed to ask, that is. If not, let's just all live in contentment and play pretend all's hunky dory and that this post will auto-delete on its own, long as we get our pay checks to go for mamak and shopping, hor? :) Oh well, here's a few bedtime stories for you to go along with! :) :)

Tuesday, November 27, 2007

Of Joy & Parenting

In about 10 days’ time (according to Jap lah), I’m gonna be a proud parent…. OMG, my heart’s thumping soo fast I can hardly contain it! Jeng jeng jeng!!! A baby lappy’s gonna be mine! YAY!!! World domination!

I can now officially go steal WiFi connection be a yuppie in Starbucks!

P/S Have you any baby names suggestions for my tot? Gender unknown yet. Weeee~

Wednesday, November 21, 2007

Layout Apologies

Please bear with this ugly layout a little more while :(

... what with the iklan melintang yang terpampang on top of the blog. It's so ugly! (So go click it to lepaskan geram!!! Rarrr!)

Tuesday, November 20, 2007

Beat Mine! >(

My friends talk a lot about Murphy’s Law (especially on Mondays!) and how when one thing goes wrong, everything else goes wrong too and I don’t really understand exactly what’s Murphy’s Law (I thought it has something to do with queuing up?!); neither do I bother to find out.

Well I still don’t understand what’s the whole law is about, but everything about my Monday went wrong and it was the most horrijijible day! Boo :(

But I don’t want to make you down reading me recounting about my horrijijible Monday, so I’m going to recount it anyway, but I want you to compare your day with mine and remember that your day is really not as bad and emo as mine and feel good about it.

*This is a community service brought to you by the honourably pooped blogger*

… I don’t even know where to start… le sigh.

See, even though I woke up all tired, I was still trying very hard to boost myself with the thoughts of coffee and the imaginary aroma, and planned my day with all the things I ought to do.

So I drove to work purposefully, still trying very hard to keep my spirit high thinking of striking off the to-do list: write a few articles, do some copywriting for work, do a bit of the translation work I’ve taken in, create quotations, call a client, update my blogs, and have a good, productive day.

The first pooped thing that greeted me at my desk was a cold computer with a DOWN internet line.

So there’s nothing at all that I can do other than to sip a bland 3-in-1 kopi O soaked with Milo cereal, and worry about my translation work which is due this Thursday. The laptop we ordered won’t be arriving anytime soon, certainly not in this 2 days’ time for me to get the work done, and my brother was anal enough not to lend me the laptop at home, which belongs to my sister anyway! So that’s big poop number 1!

And then, my car was summoned for not displaying parking ticket! MEGA POOPED!!! The whole stretch of cars parked there without parking tickets, and I was the only one with the summon! Can you believe that?! MEGA. MEGA POOPED! >(

So fine! I was close to tears already. I know, I know, I’m a wuss! But hey, I’ve got PMS for a reason, do you? Hmph!

And then I found out about someone’s dog is really sick, and is dying. And the family wants to put him to sleep so that he won’t suffer, except for this girl. She refused to let go, thinking that as long as he eats and wags his tail, he’s fine. But now, he no longer eats nor wags his tail…

My eyes were in tears already and I couldn’t take reading it anymore so I quickly click the little x box on the top right corner of the browser and wipe off my tears. But I was abruptly reminded of the dog that I met last night at the friend’s house. She’s old, and her days are numbered. She’s contracted cataract so she’s half blind. When she stands on all 4 legs, her hind legs were shaking uncontrollably.

Oh, great! Now I suddenly remember Jason’s family’s neighbour in Melaka has an old dog too, and his eyes, exactly like this dog with cataracts, so he’s pretty much half blind too, and the owner would chained him up everyday and not treat him respectfully, even a human guard that you hire also have rest days lah! Some people are just plain no brains! This old dog, he would bark at everyone who passes by but when we go back (that’s like once a blue moon), he’ll never bark at us, he's half blind, so how can he identify who we are? He’d wag his tails some more! See, such good smart dog, but the stupid owner must chain him up like some prisoner and never bring him out for walks!

So super pooped lah! T__T

And then my editor told me that my output week will be brought forward (I think the word is...) backward (I can't differentiate damnit!) to THIS WEEK instead of next because the designer has other deadlines to meet next week so we gotta get our materials done up this week! Y__Y

And then I thought of my baby Polly. For the next few months, we won’t be visiting my family so often with various reasons. No one will bring her out for walks and she won’t get to poo, if she doesn’t poo, she won’t be eating properly, then she’ll be depressed and all sad. When she’s depressed and all sad, I’ll be depressed and all sad too. And if she cannot tahan and poo inside the rooms, then she’ll get scolding. Her fault meh?! *fumes*

I miss Polly… T____T

She’s such a sweetheart. Every time I’m over at my parents’, she’d be following me everywhere I go for fear I would leave without bringing her out. She’d eat, sleep, walk, talk, play while keeping an eye on me and Jason. The minute we move, she’d quickly jumps to her feet and tails us.

If we do go out and she thinks we are bringing her out for walks, I’d tell her to wait, and we’ll bring her out later, ok? She’d listen intently, and although I know she doesn’t understand a single word, but she gets it! She’ll listen, and then look at me intently, and then she’ll turn around and walks into the house, and sit down by the door and watch us leave!

When we stay over, she would sneak into the room we sleep in, and hide underneath the bed and refused to go back to her room, which is my parents’ room. I’d keep her sleeping there, but there’s mozzies in the room, what if she kena mozzie bites and get heart worm how? :/

So I had to carry her to her corner in my mom’s room, and lull her to sleep. She’d close her eyes reluctantly, and force herself to open her eyes to see if I’m still around, then doze off again, then force open her eyes again. And eventually fall asleep. But the minute I stand up, she’d be up on her feet again and look up at me and ready to follow. Repeat process x3 -___-

Until I had to bluff her and bring her to the living room, and when she’s not looking, I’d run into my room and locked the door! And then when I peep under the door crack, I’d see her sitting in front of the door, staring eagerly, waiting for me to open the door. And I had to be cold hearted and ignore her! T_____T The next day early in the morning, she'd be the first to sit in front of my room and wait for us to come out.

I cannot continue typing anymore lah! T_T My dream is to have a dog farm!

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

Of Addiction & Love

When your guy is a emo guy drama king sentimental man…

Him: Hello? Hey dear.
Her: Hey! Waddup!!!! :D
Him: Look, I know you’re busy at work and all, but one quick question.
Her: Shoot.
Him: Did you like, drugged me or anything?
Her: ... Drugged you. As in pot and magic shrooms?
Him: Yeah, as in drug drugged… cos I’m like so addicted to you lah. So did you?
Her: Uhh… busted?
Him: *gasp* You did not!
Her: Haha! I still have some tuna-and-mac leftover. Dinner at home tonight?

... you just gotta out-drama out-wit him. Hehe.

Monday, November 12, 2007

Riot In KL Or Just Another Traffic Jam?

Article ripped from Asia Sentinel

-article starts-

Tens of thousands of anti-government protesters and baton-wielding police turn Kuala Lumpur’s streets into chaos

Central Kuala Lumpur turned chaotic Saturday as baton-wielding riot police used water cannon and tear gas to try and thwart an attempt by tens of thousands of marchers to deliver a petition to Malaysia’s king, asking for royal intervention in delivering electoral reform.

“There is a massive jam all over town, as the police have set up road barricades everywhere,” a witness told Asia Sentinel in the morning. “A lot of entry points into the city are being monitored by the police. A heavy, heavy rain just subsided and one wonders whether this will dampen the turnout for the march.”

It didn’t. As many as 40,000 people struggled to make their way into the city center in defiance of the police ban on the rally before heading for the Istana Negara, the king’s palace. Police said they had arrested at least a dozen protesters demanding change and an end to corruption. There were no reports that people had been hurt.

The confrontation between the country’s nine sultans and the government appears to be deepening as well, with Mizan Zainal Abidin, the Sultan of Terengganu, who currently holds the rotating kingship and is Malaysia’s constitutional head of state, ordering his royal guards to stand aside so that the marchers could deliver the petition despite the fact that police had refused to grant a permit for the rally.

The delegation, led by opposition leader Anwar Ibrahim, handed the memorandum to the King's secretary at the gate of the Istana Negara at 4 pm, accompanied by PAS' Hadi Awang and Nasharuddin Mat Isa and DAP's Lim Kit Siang and Lim Guan Eng. The organisers then asked the crowd to disperse Malaysia's mainstream press, owned by the ethnic political parties, carried nothing on their websites about the protest, the biggest in Malaysia in a decade. Popular websites were jammed, apparently by government-allied cyber-jammers.

The protests were led by an organization called Bersih, or the Coalition for Clean and Fair Elections, an umbrella group encompassing 64 civil-society groups and five opposition political parties. The action Saturday was in direct defiance to Prime Minister Abdullah Ahmad Badawi, who earlier vowed that the government would crack down on the demonstrators. “We will not hesitate to take action against those who defied our orders," state news agency Bernama quoted Kuala Lumpur police chief Zul Hasnan Najib as saying. The police had refused to grant a permit for the rally.

Abdullah Badawi Friday told a meeting of the leaders of the United Malays National Organization, the leading ethnic party in the Barisan Nasional, or ruling national coalition, that the government would not tolerate street demonstrations. “They are challenging the patience of the people who want the country to be peaceful and stable. That is what they are challenging, not me,” he told party leaders.

The protest is by far the biggest in KL since anti-government protests in 1998 that led to the arrest and jailing of former deputy prime minister Anwar Ibrahim, who now in effect leads the Parti Keadilan Rakyat despite regulations that bar him from political activity. The rally demonstrates vividly the growing dissatisfaction with Abdullah Badawi and raises questions of how strong his hold is on his own party or the government, since the protesters largely achieved their goals. And, with a sizable percentage of ethnic Malays as well as Chinese and Indians in the protest, it also demonstrates growing dissatisfaction with Malaysia’s race-based politics.

The protests have been sparked by continuing reports of rigged elections, judicial irregularities, widespread corruption in the dominant ethnically-based political parties, which have been in power since the country won independence from the British in 1957, and the perceived weakness of Badawi. In particular, the protesters point to a by-election in the town of Ijok in April, which the ruling Barisan Nasional coalition won in the face of what looked like a solid challenge by Parti Keadilan.

A Malaysian blogger, Raja Petra Kamaruddin, charged earlier that of the 12,000 voters in the district, some 1,700 were phantom voters, with people as old as 107 still on the rolls. Others listed as voters were as young as eight years old. The ruling coalition outspent the opposition massively and, others charged, also bused in voters.

On Saturday, the government posted 4,000 police from the Field Reserve Unit to block all roads leading into Dataran Merdeka (Independence Square), the former cricket pitch in front of the colonial-era Selangor Club. That brought Kuala Lumpur’s always chaotic traffic to a standstill and nearly paralyzed the city. Protesters abandoned vehicles and streamed toward the city center. They were asked to wear yellow as the color of the day because, according to flyers handed out all over the city, it is “the color for citizen action worldwide and the color for the press-freedom movement.” It also happens to be the color for Malaysia’s royalty.

And, although the country’s most prominent weblogs and Internet publications were largely shut down, the power of the Internet and cellphones was again vividly demonstrated by Malaysia Today, an Internet publication that posted minute-by-minute reports from witnesses, delivering such messages as “Walkers are gathering in hundreds near Jalan Melayu (Malaya Road) Gate.”

As websites were blocked, Malaysia Today delivered messages directing readers to other websites that were delivering eyewitness reports on the demonstrators until it too was shut down.

“Another big group is walking toward the palace and two FRU (Field Reserve Unit) trucks are following them,” anon. wrote at 3:23pm. Said another, “We managed to reach the slope opposite the entrance to Istana Negara (the king’s palace) at around 1pm, the Istana was sealed off! Are they putting our King under house arrest or protecting His Majesty from what?”

At 3:26, the site reported that Malaysiakini, the leading online news site in the country, was running into communications problems. From that point forward, Malaysiakini was only online sporadically.

The website warned people not to wear yellow as they walked toward the city center, but to don the colors once they were inside.

At 3:34, another correspondent wrote that he could see police firing water cannons at demonstrators. “It is shameful for the government to resort to that,” he wrote.

Seven members of Bersih including the opposition party leaders were allowed to go to the gate to hand in the memorandum calling for the king's intervention in bringing poll reforms.

-article ends-

Now that successes has gone into their head, they are using their power to control the country and oppress the people; thinking we are too retarded to see and understand how things work. Or they simply just bank in on Malaysian's forgetfulness (how was this OK but in this instance, this is the reaction? O_o )?

And we are most disappointed with our major national newspapers as they’ve reported absolutely nothing about what happened (but of course! government owned!), except for 3 short columns crammed into 1 page some where along the pages in a certain best selling paper reporting about some massive jam in KL and road closures, and this fella have the cheeks to say this.

What can we say? Malaysia boleh, kan? Tapi, kita pun boleh. If we have eyes to see and a functioning brain to weigh what is right and what is wrong, then we know exactly what has gone wrong with the whole country and its system. If you’re oblivious to what is happening around you, then we are really sorry but why don't you start reading (and no, local newspaper will only keep you under the tempurung, my dears)? And by the time the election is near, you should have your decision firmly made. It's not difficult, really. Those in power simply helped made our process of decision making that much more easier with all that they've said and done.

We're not just another face in this country that can be shoved to the side, you know? Exercise your rights and don’t be made a fool!

Wednesday, November 07, 2007

And It's Holiday Again!

How time zips T_T

I haven’t even cleared the laundry from last weekend’s trip, let alone blog, and we are bound for another half-week long holiday cum balik kampung trip again. *I hate laundry! Grrr*

And I’m still as clueless as I was the last post as far as new template is concerned. Life is seriously evolving too fast for me to cope. Le sigh.

But the Penang trip was a blast though! We had the mostest kick-asses Indian meal there (reckon they bubuh ganja? Hmmm). But it seriously was really good! It’s at this Little India area, a corner restaurant by the name Sri Anandha… or something; but you can’t miss it. It’s the most happening place in the entire Little India!

We stayed over at Jason’s brother’s place - a quaint little bungalow with an extended lot of garage-turned-abode living space - which was where we put up in. And it was really cool because the entire house is resting on a big patch of grass, and it’s connected to the church - a little door opening at the backyard which sends you straight to the church!

Haha! So cool right? No more driving for 40 minutes to reach church! Just wake up 10 minutes before service starts, get dressed, and walk over! Oh, Jason’s brother is pastoring the said church, so it’s like a pastor’s abode thing. Hehe! So cool!

We didn’t visit many places, but we managed to meet a lot of nice people. So yeah, that made it up. We did, however, made sure we tried the few “famous” Penang food, like keoy teow, assam laksa, oh the glorious Indian food! and… uh… yeah, that’s it lol.

You know the thing about people keep saying how cheap it is to eat there and stuff, I now understand why it’s so cheap -_-. It has nothing to do with the standard and cost of living there. The portion is just simply smaller, like for sampling purposes sorta small; so if you order the “big” keoy teow, it means you’re getting the normal, human portion you’d get here. But OK, still, it’s like 50 cents to 1 buck cheaper than KL lah! So the upside is, you get to sample more food in one sitting! So, yeah still it’s cool. I guess. Hehe. (Hint: don’t expect too much of the hawker’s customer service. There’s virtually 50% none.)

This Deepavali holiday we’re off to Melaka for thosai and curry! I hope you’ll get your good portion of these yummies too! Happy Deepavali! :)

… now back to my laundry and ironing T__T

Friday, November 02, 2007

I Am Officially Spa-ed!

Man, I feel like a million buck Datin!

The spa session was… well a new experience. And I’m so SO glad I didn’t make a fool of myself by getting all ticklish and squirmish! I’m famous for that, you see. -_-

I had the most indulgent mask ever in my entire life! CHOCOLATE BODY MASK. Like, for real, I’m slathered with thick, gooey, chocolaty goodness All. Over. Me. I was so hungry for chocolate cakes as I laid there, all wrapped up. (The only thing that got me all weird was that, well the fact that, you kinda like need to be nekkid =_=''')

Ah, and the best thing is, as I looked through their product listing, they are all reasonably priced! Like, you can have a body massage for 1.45 hours for $70 (it's actually $148 for 2 person)! It’s cheap considering those reflexology joints run either by mafia looking men or totally dingy place, would charge you plus minus 50 bucks for a 45min reflexology – and that’s just your feet.

So yeah. Look out for my write-up about the place this coming December! (Psst, promos for readers ;)

Oh, and tomorrow on till Monday I’ll be in Penang! FOOD! GLORIOUS FOOD! That’s basically all I’ve been thinking about the entire week. Penang and food. The last time I was there, which was like more than 10 years ago, you won’t believe me if I tell you that I had a food/culture shock in Penang! The food was totally unpalatable, I mean, coconut shreds on char koey teow? O.o Bleah!

Anyway! I’m sure this will be a good one! I’ve compiled a list of makan placess to visit! Hehe. Anymore suggestions? Keep them coming! I’d love to hear from you!

Oh by the way, I just *realized* that this blog’s layout is all out of structure if you were to view it using Firefox (!!!). That’s so scary! I mean, yeah, my browsers back home and in office are ALL outdated! And my blog has been so frigging ugly on Firefox all the while!!! GAH!!!! *Eyes sore*

OKOK, cannot procrastinate ade! Gotta load new template! I’m actually still searching for a reasonably priced all-in-one graphic/web/host guy who can help me out! Any idea? Maybe I should just change the template on my own first when I come back next week. Let’s just fingers crossed I won’t screw up things here! Darn I’m such a noob! :/

Okie dook! Till next (hopefully with a new look!) you guys have a good one! :)

Tuesday, October 30, 2007

Not Even 1st Class Facility, Already 3rd Class Mentality

I’ve held my tongue so far but I can’t stand it anymore. I blame jap for triggering me getting all boiled and brewed up!

My homeland is sure one cool country! We are the first to send a part time male model up to the space *bangganya* but we can’t spend a dime on improving the hospitals, say, in their customer service department. Now we are not asking for first class, royal private hospital services, just… humane treatment. Is that so much to ask?

My grandma had to wait in University Hospital's emergency ward with a swollen and "feverish" foot from THREE PM to ONE frigging AM, ladies and gents, that's 10 frigging hours wait for an old lady in pain! Just so someone will take a look at her and poke a pen on her foot. T__T

3 hours after her wait, she managed to go for X-ray.

2 hours later and finally she’s called to see a doctor, and the doc said she’ll need a new X-ray and asked us to go straight to the X-ray room, no waiting needed.

When we reached the X-ray room, you’re supposed to press the door bell to alert the attendant. 3 times pressing the doorbell and no one came out. We can’t be waiting and not know what’s next right?

So Jason pushed the door opened after half an hour wait (and risked being shot at with those… rays and we haven’t even have kids yet! T_T’’’), and guess what, not one, not two, not three, but FOUR of them paid staff were sitting in there, chatting away about world peace!!!! And they had the cheek to say, we didn’t hear the bell.

And then after X-rayed, my grandma’s supposed to be given a receipt, and go back to the doctor immediately, but the attendant specifically asked her to wait outside of the room and he’ll send the receipt out for her. So we waited. Other patients went in and came out, WITH RECEIPTS, and were all gone!

So Jason opened the door, and guess what?! Those staffs are DANCING in the room to the tune of dangdut!!!!!! And when they saw us watching them at the door, one of them promptly picked up a piece of paper from the table and walked over matter of factly and passed it to us like, oh I don’t know, dancing in the X-ray room is part of the job requirement, and that it’ll actually make the patients’ X-ray results turn out more positive after the dance!

Can’t stand then go to private hospitals, you say? Yeah, we have a choice, we can choose to work real hard and earn a lot of money which a big chunk will go to the taxes that is used to send part time models of a certain race to space so that we can go to private hospitals and give them all our hard earned money so that we'll be treated like a human, OR we can just go to the government hospitals (and still work hard to survive no less) and be yelled at and wait for the whole day, never mind it’ll cost you a day’s wages, just wait, and shaddap.

Then I ask you, what about those poor people who can’t even afford food and education for their children, let alone a private clinic visit? Do they automatically lost their right to humane treatments just because they can’t make as much as you to spend?

Joh! The more I type the angrier I get!!!!! Argh!

Whyy??? Why my country liddat wan???? Oh and don’t get me started with the angkasawan cum PART TIME MODEL. Just. Don't.

Kill me. Just kill me please! T___T

Friday, October 26, 2007


Output week is *finally* coming to an end! Yay-ness!


God is amazing in sustaining me through out, and providing! He brought me 2 more projects which I’m real excited about (OK, maybe I’ve exaggerated a little on the part of *real* excited, that’s an overstatement, definitely), the only problem is, I’m computer-less now :( How do I want to work on those stuffs without a computer? Daym! Darn!

We are still shopping for one, and are pretty much set out hearts on a Dell Vostro. But I won’t count on getting the lappy in time to deliver my work (it’s due next month, my work I mean), because by the time the whole transaction is done, I don’t know how many delays will take place before the lappy is safe and sound on my lap (Heh, check out my pun. Good eh? *grin*)

But no matter! Something will work out.

I’m off again this weekend! To Cameron Highlands, not exactly a trip I look forward too, but hey, let’s just hope I’ll get to start working on those translations, and not be like the other time - suffering late-nights-early-mornings-lack-of-sleep-crazy-woozy-pimply-breakouts! Brr!

And I’ll be on a mission next Friday: go for spa in the name of review! A spa session of 4 friggin’ hours baby! Whoo hooo!!!!

I must say I’m not a big fan of massages and facials. In fact, I’ve never done massages and stuff my entire life, save for those times I sprained my ankles and neck and stuff and my mom would hauled me to the tabib cina to fix things T_T

And facials! Argh! Facials to me are one of those things you pay to suffer, you know, like going on roller coaster rides and horror movies? But it’s a blessing, really. For no apparent reason my back and shoulders have been rather stiff and achy for the past 2 days and my skin, well let’s just say it has seen better days. Le sigh.

So the assignment is actually a blessing in disguise. I mean, going for a 4 hour session spa during work time? T__T (<-- so touched can die!) Who on earth actually gets to do that (except for writers and journalists lah! Nyahaha!)?!!!

I think after me more people will apply to be writers! LOL (I sedang syiok sendiri, boleh? :)

Oh boy I better sign off! Gotta finished one more piece before I get to go! I’m gonna go visit Polly later! :D And then iron clothes, pack up, do my aspirin mask, fold laundry, wash hair, eye mask. OMG! So much to do!!! =.=’’’

Well hey I hope you guys’ll have a great weekend too! :)

Wednesday, October 24, 2007

Stew Obsession

I’ve been craving for a bowl of piping hot stew for the longest time. Now I haven’t cook enough to label myself a good cook, but I am however, a decent, creative cook! (haha! Typing this line makes me feel oh-so-cool and tingly all over!).

Alright, alright, creative in the sense I improvise pretty well and I usually cook by imagination. I would imagine out the recipe and what goes in first and next in my mind, prepare whatever that’s left over in the fridge, and then, talk to myself as I cook. Yeah. -_-

So yeah, stew. I cooked a big pot last night for tonight’s dinner, and boy do I kick ass! (HAHAHAH!) OK, so the gravy is not exactly gravy, rather soup-ish, but that’s just because I’ve overdone the water, ran out of flour, and my corn flour was expiring (or expired… erm). Other than that, yeah baby! (HAHAHA!)

The Simplest Chicken Stew On Earth

1 whole leg of chicken (or parts)
1 medium carrot, cubed
2-3 tomatoes, quartered
2-3 potatoes, cubed (or however way you want ‘em)
2 onions, diced
1 stalk of celery, sliced
Salt and pepper
A little corn flour in a little water
2 cups water or chicken stock
Oil or a knob of butter

Brown the chicken with oil or butter, set aside. Dunk in the onions and let fry till soft, then dump in the carrots, celery, and potatoes. Pour in the stock or water. Then throw the browned chicken and the tomatoes in. Salt and pepper it, bring to boil, pour in the corn flour, bring to boil on high. And then lower the fire and simmer for 20 - 30 minutes.

And then you eat. With bread. Or baguette. Or wholemeal or wheat bread! My favouritest combo!

Follow-up note to self: Hmm, think adding half a can of cream and/or red wine in will make it sexier?

Disclaimer: this is a stew-cooking attempt done by my imagination (blame her!). Don’t sue me if your imagination doesn’t like it!

Tuesday, October 23, 2007

Ready For Showers?

When I was a mere 6 years old, I once saw this ultra cool shower system in a showroom, mini me stood before the valves and taps and jets and what nots, I knew instantly that that’s my dream shower - a shower head over me, numerous taps as controllers, jets positioned in various directions surrounding me (well, except for my back), water ready to shoot me in the most sensational ways only a mere 6 years old could ever imagine!

That, was the turning point of my understanding about showering. It’s not just a body-cleaning, odour-removing chore, rather a hobby everyone should pick up for everyday enjoyment!

Alas, age catches up and that ultra cool shower system had been swept under the deepest, darkest corner of my mind… only to be revived by this very website today.

Check this baby out:

The Monet Triple Thermostatic Valve + 8” Head and Jets shower! Imagine the invigorating gushes of water against your tired-out body after a hard day’s work in the office! Yeah baby!

I really can’t stop ogling at the Sensational Shower range by! I have this endless fascination over shower heads that hang directly over your head; it’s as if you’re showering under a waterfall or something! It’s so to-die-for!

Hmm, now that Christmas is near, reckon I can give the hubs a subtle nudge and hint eh? :)

Thursday, October 18, 2007

Want To Join My Atas Club?

Cerlyn did this test thing which I thought was erm… cute. So I took the quiz too and turned out,

You Are French Food

Snobby yet ubiquitous.
People act like they understand you more than they actually do.

I am French food. Yum.

Ha. Ha. The irony of it all! After the prayer meet last night, we met Janvier [shjong vyay] (see, he has this really beautiful sounding name which means January, but a sad thing people can’t pronounce his name, he ended up telling everyone to just call him January -_-), the French speaking Benin guy in church. And you have no idea how stressful I am every time I meet him. =_=

Not that he’s a scary mean guy, but he’d be so nice trying to make me speak and practice my French (and yes, that’s stressful! Because I don’t know why I’m sooo conscious and afraid to speak it! Yeah yeah I know, never mind making errors, just parler! Whatever. I’m conscious means I’m conscious lah. Yeah lah, trying very hard to overcome that lah T__T)

So yeah, he’s trying to speak again with Uncle Roy “encouraging” on (Oui, mademoiselle blah blah T_T I don't know why but I feel anything typed in french must be italic. Italic is so... French! O.o) and the next thing I know, some other uncle standing nearby suddenly chipped into the conversation and started blah-blah-ing en français non stop!!! Gahhh!!! Nightmare!

Uncle-standing-nearby: Let’s go mamak and we can continue our French club planning! (!!!!)
All other uncles: Yeah yeah, let’s go!
Leishia: T_____T can we do it in English? *defeated*

So yeah, French club. Janvier has been giving me the idea of a French club some time ago. And French club to me is… movies, food, music, friends, yay, fun, speaking english with faux french accent, like this -> but zee cheeze izh justz sexcelenz! Non? But, judging from the reactions I got from my dear friends about the language, and how occupied I am with other work, the whole plan has been stalled.

But looks like, no longer T__T

Janvier is an extremely sweet gentleman who very kindly offer to help us who wants to practice speaking French. And he even offers to conduct bible studies in French until he leaves the country end of this year.

I know I’m truly blessed with opportunities to practice my languages with so many friends around me who has the flair in one or another, but I’m so chicken -_- But no more! I have to like, “come what may just go speak darn it embarrass mah embarrass loh don’t be so cheecken lah! T__T”

So if there’s anyone of you out there who actually speak the language and see a gem of an opportunity in this OR those of you who are really interested to learn the language, drop me a line/feedback/suggestions/whatever, we can always arrange something to suit to our levels and needs (eh, give face lah! Join lah! Don’t understand also join lah! Think of all the mamak sessions we can go to after class lah!). Janvier won’t be in Malaysia for long. So, let’s not let this chance slip by! (I’m gonna go stay with his family for 2 months and I’ll speak French like you drink Perrier! Whoo hooo!!! Uh… air ticket sponsors, yes?)

I hereby launch the Life. Undressed French Club. (O_o)

P/S I have so many things to blog about! Like, a bunch of handscum Bollywood stars cooked for ME (ok lah, and Jason too lah), and, and the things I do during working hours to uh… bring out the linguist in me. Sabar ok? Sabar. Will have all these up soon.

Now, I have to go finish my boss’ daughter’s home work first. T____T

P/S/S Many thanks to Dohnie and Jappy (such lovely couple! Hee!) for the Kit Kats, SOHHH TOUCHED! I don’t know why suddenly both give Kit Kat but, no matter, I got Kit Kats now! Yay! And I am so not stressed anymore!!! :D …. But when I stressed again, I’ll let you guys know hokay? Hehehe

Friday, October 12, 2007

Holiday Wishes & Blog Plugs

A lovely rug from Bunny Maxwell. Love the gorgeous print and colour combo!

Holiday weekends are always, always SWEET! :) I’ll be off to Malacca (give me a buzz if you're there too! We can go have satay celup!) from Saturday to Monday (we’ll be starting our journey at 4am! So exciting! I’ll have McD’s Big Brekkie! Hehehe)

Oh, a little before I go, here’s a little bloggie plugging:

> After numerous complains about my feed reader, I’ve finally picked up my lazy bum and switched to feedburner’s. I don’t know if you need to re-subscribe or errr… re-do something if you’ve previously subscribe or something… (OK, at this point I’ve no idea what I’m yabbing about, but you get the drift). So in any case, subscribe to my blog! I pwomise lots of uh… lamemarried life joke! (I kid! I kid! Jason dear! Don’t fret! Hehe)

> Announcing the birth of Before Nine! :) My new blog! (Yeah lah, yeah lah, I know I sampat itchy hand lah!)

And finally, to those who celebrates Hari Raya, here’s wishing you Selamat Hari Raya, Maaf Zahir dan Batin!

Have a great weekend people! And stay safe while on the road! :D

Wednesday, October 10, 2007

Girls DO Fart! (Erm, Just Speaking For Myself)

One random day in the car

Wife: *sniff*sniff* x_x
Hubs: Heh. *wind down window* Sorry ah!
Wife: *bow over window*gags for air* Yerr! What you ate?
Hubs: What? I ate what you ate also lah!
Wife: -_- Then why I don’t fart like that?
Hubs: Because you’re a girl! Girls don’t fart!
Wife: Whaaa???
Hubs: Yeah lah! Never once I heard you fart before!

Another random day in the car

Wife: I farted! Can you smell? =D *proud*
Hubs: O_o
Wife: Heehee! Good. Just thought I inform you! I'll let you know next time I fart again, hokay? :)

Tuesday, October 09, 2007

An Open Letter To Our Dearest Andy

Hey Andy (in my brain, it’s always “auntie” hehe),

You have no idea how happy we were to hear the good news! We are sorry for not visiting you. We figured you’ll be too tired out from receiving so many visitors through out the whole weekend and explaining the condition over and over again, so we didn’t come see you (OK, I lied. I was afraid I would cry in front of you and have awkward silences in between. -_- Sowee.)

But I heard from many, many people who visited you that you were so strong, so positive, and so happy through out! You’ve reminded and taught us all what “trust in the Lord” and what “Faith” is. Surely, God never looked at age and status, but uses whoever who have Faith in Him to speak to the world!

Through you, through this crisis, the church is knitted so much closer! I tell you, you’ve no idea how “gamdong” it was man! You are really, really loved!

Rest and get well now! We want to see you back in church (and on Frisbee field!) real soon! Hokay? (You should see all the bitter-gourd/horse/sour face that all your youth friends bore through out the weekend! Never seen them so dead before! Hehe)

Always with lots of huggies and love,
... (OK lah, for you I'll call myself...) Auntie (-_-) Leishia & Uncle Jason

With God, All Things Are Possible!

Jap: Are you coming to church tonight?
Me: Yikes! Today’s Friday! Deeper Life Service tonight!
Jap: Yup! Come lah! I sensed something big is happening tonight. I have a strong feeling…


The Church was shocked beyond words when pastor spoke over the mic on Friday night requesting prayer for Andy.

“… admitted to hospital… suspect of leukaemia”

I froze midair from fumbling my bag for some pen, mint or something. It’s impossible! He’s a fine young man, with a whole lot of future before him! He’s a golf diva! He’s athletic! He’s such a happy person! He’s strong and healthy! He’s so young! He… loves You… How can this be?

We joined hands and prayed, every one was in tears. It’s impossible. It’s impossible.

My heart broke over and over again seeing Andy’s parents and his brothers, thinking about Andy. I just saw him last week. He was just fine. It’s impossible. This can’t be.

We prayed and prayed.


Sunday service was one of the most beautiful services I’ve ever experienced - I heard One Voice. The church was united in One Voice. It was thunderous. It was unified. It was heartfelt. It was so beautiful! One voice! I’ve never heard of One United Voice before! It was breathtaking.

So beautiful.


The test results are out.

Jap was so excited on the phone. I was dizzy from the contagious excitement! I could hardly hear him right. But I caught the key words:

Not cancerous. Benign. Curable. 2 years therapy. Discharge in one or two days.

Praise God! Praise God! Praise God!

The splendour of a King, clothed in majesty
Let all the earth rejoice All the earth rejoice

He wraps himself in Light, and darkness tries to hide
And trembles at His voice Trembles at His voice

How great is our God, sing with me How great is our God,
and all will see How great, how great is our God

Age to age He stands
And time is in His hands
Beginning and the end
Beginning and the end

The Godhead Three in One
Father Spirit Son
The Lion and the Lamb
The Lion and the Lamb

Name above all names
Worthy of all praise
My heart will sing
How great is our God

How great is our God, sing with me How great is our God,
and all will see How great, how great is our God!!!

Thursday, October 04, 2007

Lady Luck Luuurves Me

I’ve been telling everyone on my MSN list about a funny incident I saw on my way to work this morning. Tee hee, it was pretty darn cute *snigger*

At a random traffic light, there’s this cat across the street, on the “low land”, next to a concrete wall, beside a drain. (Heh. Just so you can imagine mah!)

The cat attempted jumping over the wall - on to the “higher land”. So it (“it” because I don’t know if it’s a boy or girl) leaped and jumped. And it fell right down mid-wall!

Badabing kaplonk kaboom! And it bounced right into the drain. Haha!

And it took him/her a long minute to get back up and shake its body dry.

And then it looked around, slowly sat down, and… acted like nothing happened. (At this point, it almost sounds like a nursery rhyme, doesn’t it? hehe Me farny!)

Sailorsim says cats need good street credential too, regardless they've used up their 9 lives or not. -_-

It was so funny. I was chuckling all the way to work.

And then catty karma came (well hey I wasn’t even laughing at it like LAUGHING AT IT. I was just laughing because it was uh… cute? I rweally thought and I was about to change my mind that, of all things, cats can be cute too! HONEST! *pout*)


So this tiny boy came into the office in the afternoon with a cat (that apparently costs 3 frigging k!) in hand. This manager picked the boy up on one hand, and the cat on the other, and came right to me, and shoved it to my face (uh, I was too engrossed in spreading the joy telling the cat story. -__-)

O_o So I freaked out!

Then THAT WAS IT. The boy, being the FIRST CLASS BRAT that he is, kept running back to me wanting to throw the damn cat at ME. T_T

I was scrambling for my dear life on my swivel chair, trying to grab on everything that I could and clung on to my dear life, screaming and shouting like a girl! Oh wait… I am a girl! -_- Anyway, GAHHHHHHH! T______T (no, Theva, this is not for you to fill in the blank)

And the most unbelievable thing actually happened: Malaysians, well known for their "kind and helpfulness" that the government is so proud to proclaim, were just sitting back, laughing and watching another fellow countryman being tormented! Despite my ed was telling them how phobic I am towards cats! Can you believe that?!!! >(

No one cared. I don’t feel loved. I is scared. *quiver*

T____T So kesian me…. good thing my ed still have a tiny little heart, and kept picking up the cat whenever the boy threw the cat down/at me or when he let slip the frigging cat next to my chair. (3k for him to torment a human AND an animal!) T__________T (No. Don't. Fill. In. Blanks)

I thought children are supposed to be angelic? Why are they like that??? Why is THIS one like that??? Why is he so evil??? Don't parents teach manners??? Don’t people understand what is phobia??? And I’m an Ailurophobe. Have I not made this clear enough? My bad if I haven’t. Well here you go:

Ailurophobia: An abnormal and persistent fear of cats which produces an undue anxiety reaction even though sufferers realize their fear is irrational.

From the Greek "ailouros" (cat) and "phobos" (fear). Alternate spellings: "Aelurophobia," "elurophobia." The Greek word "ailourous" has also given us the English word "Ailuroidea," a zoological term for a group of carnivorous animals including cats, hyenas and civets.

And just so you won’t go around, laugh, and taunt poor souls, these fears exist too.


This is definitely gaining an entry into my “The Most Undignified Day In My Life” category... OK, beside this one. -_-

It’s not funny anymore. I want my bouncer =’(

Wednesday, October 03, 2007

Of Sustenance & Survival

The weekend is right around the corner, again. -_-

Why time flies? Why ah??? The minute you hit 20, time just *foosh*foosh* in a blink. Did you notice? Or was it just me? O_O


I haven’t even had the time to jot down about last week and suddenly, whoo hoo! Hello weekend! Zzzz. (Actually I kind of have the time lah, these 2 days, but was too lazy occupied with other things)

Last weekend was erm… eventful (an understatement). Boys and girls, when you pray, be careful of what you pray for. Daughtry said it: you might just it get it all. And then some.

… Hokay. I’m crapping.

In short, God kept me energizer-bunnied through out the last weekend, I am amazed, still is.

See, we were invited to share with the tweenagers about life and relationships (ahem) at their PYjamas night in church. If you haven’t had tweenagers (ages 10/11/12/13) in your household and are planning to have one or two soon, let me tell you this: they. don’t. sleep.

Oh, and they LOVE talking! =D So be prepared, you know, stock up earplugs, sleeping pills, funds for soundproof walls and consultation fees with the shrinks, etc.

So the boys and girls are separated in different rooms during bedtime (of course lah -_-). I joined the girls while Jason joined the boys.

Random boy walked up to Jason after lights off,

Boy: Are you lonely? I accompany you, OK?

And without waiting for response, he grabbed his sleeping bag, and plonked right next to Jason.

Boy: Do you like girls? I like girls. *Yak yak yak yak till 6AM. *


And then somewhere in the later, or early middle of the night, depends on how you look at it, Jason called me on my hand phone to come out (and woke me up! Grr). So I zombied out of the room in long baggy pants, big white baggy t-shirt, and uh, long untied hair.

Somewhere across the hall: Yerr!!! Ghost ah!!!! *shriek like a girl*

Jason rebutted: It’s not a ghost lah! It’s my wife! -__-

Awww, so schweeta you!

(Oh, an interesting side note. It was here in the PYjamas night I first saw an old man but young at heart young man but old at heart JeeJin turned into a shave cream pie. Ha. Ha. I laughed my head off, but not so funny in the end, because have to clean up the mess in the middle of the night after that T__T)

So no body got to sleep the whole night. The next morning, we took off at 11am. Reached my parents’ home, I started working on my translation till 3pm, quickly packed and rush off to the Putra Height’s Mid Autumn Festival Celebration (got roped in as committee T_T)

The weather was SO hot! I had rashes and red patches all over my face! Gah! Set up, set up, and more set up. Event finished, pack up, pack up, and more pack up. Load. Load. And more loading. Then unload. Unload. And more unloading. Reached home at 1am.

Slept at 2. Woke up at 9 *screams* showered and rushed for service, and heard 2 tear jerking testimonies. Lunched, and headed in for another meeting (chewah, I feel so corporate!). No lah, not exactly meeting, just bantering (where Dohnie binged on junk food NON STOP! -_-) while discussing about our Christmas musical thing musical production. We are planning for a PRODUCTION (*cough* just to up my corporate image here. Hehe).

And then wrapped up at 5pm, reached parents’ home, and worked on my translation again at 5:30pm; decided to skip dinner with family, but mom and dad kept pestering inviting. So OK lah, we went. After dinner and worked on some more (due the following day!!!!) and by the time I finished, it’s 10:40pm. =_=

Packed up, Federal Highway jammed, reached home at 12. Knocked out. Woke up at 5am to check my work. Drove to work at 7am. And another work day with all its craziness ensued.

And then, with the minimal shut-eye and perpetual rush, the tiredness finally kicked in….


The end.

P/S This post is not meant to show off (how are you going to relate it to showing off, I don’t know) but I just want to remind myself that, through out everything, God sustains.

God is so good. Really. He is.

Tuesday, October 02, 2007


Before anyone stop befriending me for not responding to their tags, here’s one (I know I’m hopeless x_x)! I’m totally sorry because I’m wonderfully swamped with tasks and work, and responsibilities, and well, commitment… and of course to-do lists, and errands, and chores, and a husband. :x

SO HERE WE GO! This one’s for Anggie. She’s also awarded me the… erm, “Nice Matter Award”. I think the award means I’m a nice... uh, matter. So yeah, yay! :D

Simply capture a screenshot of your desktop and show the world what you ogle look at everytime you start up your computer.

And this, ladies and gentlemen, is my baby girl. *cue awwww*

This is a list of "who's showing what". Just cut paste the whole thing to your's and continue the tag.

iRonnie - I Set No Corner Thess - Thesserie Rebecca - Skippy Heart Knoizki - A Dialogue With K, Beng - Kauderwelch, Vanidosa Marie , Vanidosa at blogspot , MyGoodFinds with KK, Dom Lawrence, Rebecca, BluePanjeet, ROSE , KNOIZKI, SARDONICNELL, Girlie the hipncoolmomma, Happy Family with Jacelyn, LovelyMummy with her family, Healthfreakmommy - picture of her 2 girls , Anggie - a happy laughing boy, Leishia - her baby girl.

Maybe you’ll like to take up this tag?

The New Parent

Thursday, September 27, 2007

What In The Name?

I hate it when people call me LISA when I repeatedly say LEISHIA. I mean, so difficult to pronounce mehh?


Oh what the heck! Call me Leeshia or Lee Sia even! But LISA?! It's so... character...less O_o

“Hi, who am I speaking to?”


“Hello! What’s your name?”
“Oh, LISA!”
“It’s Leishia”
“Yes, LISA


“Hello. Please find attached the article for your perusal. Regards, Leishia.”
“Thanks LISHA


“Hi! I’m Bimbo. And you?”
“Hello. Leishia. Not LISA.”
“Haha! You’re so funny, RACHEL!”


“Hey there! My name’s Himbo. Here’s my card. What’s your name?”
“Hi Himbo. My name is LeiSHIA.”
“Ah! Haha! Sorry! So can I get you a drink, ALICIA?”


“... Sure… anything!”


Wednesday, September 26, 2007

Tuesday, September 25, 2007

A Little From The Past

My dad is moving his shop to a better, more prominent location in these 2 months’ time. It’s a bitter sweet feeling. I’ve practically grew up living in the back of the shop while my dad runs his tailoring business at the front premise.

My sisters and I would hold tea parties with the mannequins when the shop’s closed on weekends when we were wee bit of peanuts. When there’s no one around, I’ll play make believe and dance with the mannequins smarted up in suits, imagining them to be my handsome knight. Only the knight was headless.

We would hide amidst the rolls and rolls of textiles from my grandma who would shout and hunt us down for us to have our dinners. My grandma is a great cook. When I grew older, and started going to schools, I made friends, whom I could talk to for hours on end, it’s amazing! I would take the cordless phone, and hide inside the fitting room and chat forever! If you ask me now, I serious don’t know how I did it before. The topics that we could come up with!

And when I grew older still, my dad’s measuring tapes that hung around the giant globe on his work desk became my best friend. My sisters and I, we would measure each other’s waist, and taunt each other for being fat while secretly worrying if our chest will ever expand.

Back then, us siblings, all 4 of us, and my grandma, would bunk into a “room” made using sturdy wood planks on a raised platform. That was our heaven for many years. We cracked silly jokes in the still of the nights, swapped eerie ghost stories, argued and quarrelled, cried till our eyes popped from the socket because we failed our exams… all in that makeshift room painted white with a cool sliding door.

Now I can’t say I want to go back in time and relive those moments, but they sure are beautiful memories. And as we grow older, I reckon these are the little things in life that glue a family together.