Bathhouse

I went swimming a few days ago. Lounging at home isn’t the best holiday EVEEER but sleeping is, HAHAHAHA to you, to you and you….

There I was trying to undress (underneath I’m wearing my bathing suit of course) but when you notice a guy at the cafe balcony looking over the pool, I can’t help but feel like his a perv, wanting to see some bootie.

So I sat there, pretending to chill until he left and he did, shortly after that. Maybe he knew what I was thinking. Psychic powers!

I quickly got into the pool, gave a couple of stretches and start doing my laps, which is basically half the width of the pool. I’m trying not to be ambitious here.

Not long after, an old guy walks over, drops his towel and gets in, leaving his filthy towel on the floor beside the pool. Old guys in swim shorts goes into my ‘hamsap’ category and after the towel thing *urk* How can he not?

What’s worst than one old guy? Two old guys! It was so gay watching those two men swim taking turns swimming across the pool. I mean they couldn’t have known each other, they weren’t even talking but I was wrong, there are friends! JAPANESE!

Who are they to think that our pool were their water bath places, I forgot what it was called so I googled ‘japanese like to dip in the pool’ to only find out that ‘Dip In The Pool’ is the name of a Japanese pop duo. wtf.

p/s: MJ's funeral was the second most watched memorial service losing to Princess Diana.

Susah Lah

Understanding the woman’s mind is a tough one, same goes to men…LOL, who am I kidding, of course I’m joking, pfft... It’s just the WHYs of their actions which doesn’t register.

In order to maintain, boost or revive their manhood when meeting up with fellow brothers, they must uphold their dignity to a certain level. Any lower than that and you’re called a wimp.

It’s pressurizing to be a guy.

However, manliness don’t come easy, it presents itself in forms foul language, sarcasm and sexism remarks. Showing power gives them the upper hand, which could be in terms of cash, property and women. Paying for the bill would make them happy.

Some favourites of the foul are such as wtf, fcuker, cibai, diu’, kanasai… (The Chinese language makes it sound more interesting.) And being a female, sexism remarks happens effortlessly.

I was happily offered seats to watch the premier of Obsessed (good one) last night. It was a free seating setting and since I was leading the pack, I was struck down for choosing to seat in the middle of the row.

“Why so mafaan, oh yeah, I forgot you’re a female.”

Diu’, I didn’t know being a girl was a crime and he is fcuking one.

And who said it wasn’t pressurizing to be a girl when you’re consistently faced with narcissism. Then we just have to come up with something witty and cause shame in your face. But you do have to do it right or they’ll start saying ‘Chill girl, I was just joking.’

Sigh. In another situation, when a man to man is talking, a woman’s opinion suddenly becomes a buzz in the ear. And it’s best to avoid speaking at all.

The worst lots are the ones that act macho in front of their male companions and become apologetic when it just you and him. Like Whoa! You need to get your head checked man.

As egoistic men can be,

‘Why lah have to like that?’

birthdays

XOXO

Bling Bling

*ouch*

Random-ness

I'm feeling a bit talkative today, my monologue keeps running. Probably deprived of using my voice for the day or it could just be the after effects of watching movies like Cloverfield and Surf's Up, both of which are documentaries?? One about aliens and another about surfing.

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What's up and about? Well, firstly, graduating was a moment that finally ended the whole package of studying in a university..hooray! for that.

You can't miss the 129 pictures of my self-absorbed self in FB

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It's the after life that I'm not so keen about. Working as a pharmacist, pre-registered by the way is not exactly a dream come true but hey, who said being a pharmacist was a dream in the first place?

Life would suck being stuck at the hospital for 4 years?!?! Emphasizing again FOUR YEARS. As a friend said, "I don't want to work!"....er, okay, and continued with...."the begining of work is the start of our career forever, ever, ever...". It rings in your head like an echo. I paraphrase it but she meant the same thing.

*Sigh* We just got the first letter from the Kementerian, some of us haven't got it yet but I'm sure there is nothing to worry about, it's not a happy letter. That letter crumbled the hopes of working at my old job. I had doubts about wanting to work anyway so that ended the only happening thing in my life at the moment.

The letter come not as a shock to me, it was quite a predictable story line. The earthquake shaking part was prior to that scenario. I woke up and the first thing everyone does these days, BUMS like me, switches on the computer and goes to Facebook. That is if my brother isn't using it, which he just started work today so more online time for me, yeah!

You know how FB works, it announces practically everything from I'm hungry to relationship status *sweat*. There I was, trying so very hard to resist not reading people's updates but its hard when it's right in front of you. Wall post started shouting that they received 'thee letter'.

And when people started asking whether I received the letter, I said no. And that ended right when mother brought in the mail, minutes after. *Zheng zheng zheng* My letter is here!

In this letter, I am suppose to register as a U41 Pharmacist within 30 days from the date of the letter....and this is where the 2nd letter is suppose to come in with where exactly we are suppose to do that, which we all hope takes light years to arrive.

Until then, do keep in mind not to drink prior to checkup, which a friend reminded me,...it's not like I'm an alcoholic. You don't want to make excuses like 'Omgawd, I didn't know I had alcohol in there!' *pff*

But if you do intend to use it, don't forget to slip away after that (Exit with gentle but wide, side walks stage-right).

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I attended Zombie Pig's mother's birthday the other night and came across a situation where every parent would have to face one day.

'Why is there only ONE candle on your birthday cake?' her innocent and curious nephew at a tender age of about 7 years asked.

And the winning answer to all questions alike goes to *drum roll*

'You'll understand when you're older.'

So why are the females of such age afraid to reveal their numbers? Or it could be the other way round, numbers aren't so important to them? As long as we look young, age is just a number/numbers. I seriously think that being at a mature age isn't such a big deal

Mental note to self: Big numbers shouldn't mean a thing when I'm older...like how I sworn not to take long to get dressed when I grow up like how my sister would take ages, that didn't turn out so well.

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Once the announcement that you're attached comes out, it's no secret that men run the other direction. The funny part is, men who are also attached run away too.

And I thought that would make us BFFs and we can like so go on double dates.

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I was thinking about throwing Valentine away, I mean, find her a new home, the cat. But after a day of thought...

'So kelian lah the cat, I think don't want to give her away.' 'But you don't even like the cat' Sister says. 'I don't need to like it to kelian her.'

Fine print (everyone reads it, only dumbasses misses it): No cat was harm until now.

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So the swine flu thing has become pandemic, basically unstoppable.

Now when you come down with the flu, you worry more than you normally do when you catch the common cold. You're finally a good kid and take meds before your nose turns into a running tap. You don't want weird stares from person sitting beside you when you start sneezing more than once on the plane to Bangkok but hey, I have sinus problems.



It's hard to differentiate a cold and sinus problems sometimes.

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I'll be watching Transformers on Wednesday evening, who is with me??

Gak...shouldn't have watch two documentaries back to back.

Potholes

One thing about my driving that I’m good at and I can’t possibly deny *shrugs* is that 9 out of 10 times I hit the jackpot when I’m hit for potholes. Well, I’m not exactly targeting them I just can never miss, isn’t that like ‘Wow!’

I try…but it never seems to work. Partly, well, striving to miss them gives you your answer.

The trick is, you got to work those wheels, give the car a swirl to the right, a bit to the left and ‘tadah’ you’ll never go wrong.

If driving above them doesn’t work, you can always try going around but I would say chances are lower that way and you might hit the car on the way. So you might as well drive over it.

Once you got that mastered, you are ready to strike some potholes. *thumbs up*

Take me away