Lick and Promise

I am tagging and untagging photos on Facebook while waiting for Mareena to come over. It's the eve of Merdeka and we've decided not to go anywhere because of a few coherent reasons..

1. There will definitely be bad-ass traffic out there tonight.

2. The idea of celebrating independence with massive crowd, pressing onto one another is no longer appealing and so un-independent like.

3. Un will be working the morning tomorrow, so he needs more than just forty winks in order to be able to survive the flight.

Thus, Mareena and I have decided to capture the night by my poolside, silently, with Manzanita and Baileys as our auxiliary companion. That should be adequate.

A note about yesterday evening:

I went to watch the MPO perform with some friends from school. It was a short, 78 minutes piece without interval titled 'My Homeland' by Smetana. I realized, after the concert that I did not yawn, not even once, during the performance. My conclusion, I miss the MPO and the DFP really badly.

The tipsy gypsy is here.

Lady Godiva

I am sitting in Starbucks Sunway Pyramid waiting for Lisa to be done with her servicing. And in case you are wondering who Lisa is, Lisa is my car. But she's not just a car, she is also my best friend for the last 5 years. Lisa is always there for me. And Lisa is the one who sees me through my ups and downs. Lisa saw me laugh, saw me going crazy, saw me going tipsy and Lisa saw me cry. I love Lisa.

Now besides waiting for Lisa, I am trying my best to kick myself in the butt to get started with my little assignment on Godiva. However, that is not going to happen in this few couple of hours.I am moving at snail's speed on all my assignments which is awfully unacceptable. I am also waiting for my Little Miss Grumpy to come by. Wonder where she is right now...

Lately, I have been told that I am not good enough for anyone. I am not smart enough, not pretty enough, not kind enough, not caring enough and not sensitive enough. I am not too sure that I am really all that, but probably, I am all that. Especially the insensitive part.

It is very perturbing because all I want to do is to make people happy. Well at least, to make one person happy. But I seemed to have fail at it miserably.

Apart from that, I am also perplexed by my own complexity of always wanting things that is out of my reach. I want things that I know I could not and could never get. And that, in one way or another, turned me into a woman of greed. To some. Sigh... I am nowhere close to Lady Godiva.

Oh! Little Miss Grumpy is here. Got to sign off now else she'll become Little Miss Grumpier...

Ty Me Down

Good morning, darlings! I woke up at 8 this morning. Slept my night away like a log because I only had 3 hours of sleep the night before.

Yesterday I met up with Mareena for a few cups of Turkish coffee in Cyberjaya. I missed that girl. Not that I don't see her often but because every time I meet up with her, either one of us will have another company tagging along. And that will be me for more than half the time. So yesterday, our chewing the fat session was due... and as we sipped on our coffees, we  prattled of some issues...

#1. Women who stop primping themselves up after they get into a relationship.

And then they would go berserk if the partner once blink an eye at another hot chica. Being in a relationship does not mean you can relax and settle down. It should make you work even harder. Just like my teachers back in school and college used to tell me, the hardest part is to maintain an A. So don't lean back and be lazy just because you got your man already! And no, no relaxing after you marry him either!

#2. Women who doesn't primp themselves up at all!

I've talked about this. Alright, once in a while maybe you should go natural and makeup-less (this shall be judged from where you are going and what you are going to do). But you can't appear all natural like yogurt all the time and assume that less is best or 'oh, men loves natural beauty so I'll go with no make-up to impress'. So there she goes appearing in public with unkempt eyebrows, shiny face and pale skin in an attempt to gain eminence but ended up throwing everyone into a state of terror.

Like Salma Hayek once said.., 'It actually takes me a lot of make-up in order to make me look like someone who doesn't wear make-up'.

Remember that!

#3. How we can never find a man who would conform 100% to our idea of perfection.

There can never be one man who has all these... drop-dead gorgeous, killer body, awesome persona (as in he is not a bore, not a boor, and especially not a boar!), intelligent, quick-witted and moneyed. All these traits doesn't normally come in one package. So in order to have all, you got to be expecting more than one package, just like an ASTRO deal. Fucked up, eh? Yeah, but that's the actuality of things. 

#4. Straightening out our main objective as in what we need the most in life.

So let us say we finally found someone who somewhat has almost all except a few attributes from the ones listed in #3. In this case let's omit from him the qualities of moneyed and awesome persona. Apart from the two, he has everything else, highlight the drop-dead gorgeous and killer bods! Haha...! Okay now let's say that love kicks us in the butt and we think that this is it. This is the point where we see the future of growing old together and bla, bla, bla. But wrong, after a few number of rolls in the hay, you realized that he is actually a boar and that you need, if not much, just a little bit of money to make things work. And then you realized that love alone can't do miracles. And that you have sorted your priorities in a fallacious manner.

Prioritize here, is the key word. Sort out what you really need in order to face the world and make sure your partner is armed with loads of your priority requirement. Be realistic. I hate to say this but I am saying it anyway, as subtle as possible so that you people won't judge me too hard on this. Hahah!

- Money, up to a certain extend can definitely buy love, which turns happiness into one big bargaining crusade. 

- Love alone can never be enough (and we all know that, we just don't want to admit to it!) because after reality barged in and boxed your ears off leaving you feeling love-sore, you will know that money should help lubricate the whole thing.

- Good-looking men and women are lip-smacking but they better have some value added qualities to accompany their physique. Because without brains and personality, their physical splendor would morph into foible and makes them look plug-ugly!

Ok. Now I can really do off with a long shower! Tata, loves!

Hot Under The Collar

My mood is super bad today. Stomach cramp. The slightest hubbub would irritate me. The tiniest nuisance annoys me. Let alone huge nudniks. Grrrr...!

I don't need no hugging right now. No kissing. No nothing.

Stop asking me questions. Stop asking for my permissions. Stop making imbecilic jokes.

I just need some 24 hours alone time. Don't touch me, I am feeling all muggy.

I ain't talking to no one. Blame it on my hormones. Yes. Blame it on them.

Ty Me Up

I am sipping on some Irish cream while typing this. And yeah, Irish cream is like the closest I could get to an Irish. Ironic. Because I don't quite fancy Irish.

I once told a somewhat-wise-but-not-too-wise man that...,

"When shopping, one should always look for what he needs instead of what he wants. Because what he wants might be of no good to him."

And the somewhat-wise-but-not-too-wise man riposted,

"But what if what you need doesn't need you or even want you?"

He was quite right. My concept may apply if I am not dealing with humans. But I am applying it still, anyway. Because looking for what I need is still the best stratagem, while occasionally indulging myself with the things that I want. Needing is survival, but wanting makes your life ebullient. And the two is indispensable.

So what if what you need doesn't want me or need me? I'll move on, keeping an upbeat mind that someday, I'll find what I need.

The thing is, I can never really know what I need till I find it... For all I know, the next thing I find might be the thing that changes everything... Which by then, I would finally discover that that is the one thing that is good for me. 

On that note, I shall not put any demarcation line on myself. Well at least, not just yet. And I seriously think that none of you out there should. So live on. Don't stop yourself from finding new stuffs. Who knows you might need them someday. You don't want to be too late when you realized that.. 'Hey, that's exactly what I need! And I blew it away..'

Okay, time to succumb to 3 hours of maltreatment in school. Thank god I have some Irish cream in my system to keep me numb. ;)

Sticky Fingers

So this will be one short, impulsive entry. Like Pearl's. And I am currently wishing that I am there, in the picture above.

I have not showered and I am suppose to be in school 30 minutes from now for a discussion on Ethics. Am doing some last minute browsing for materials on Pinedale Mesa against Questar issue. Urgh...!

Some significant people said that I have lost some kilos and throwing me questions like..., 'What happened?'. Well, isn't that good? Besides, I am still the fattest if compared to Saty and Pearl (you bitches has set up such high standards for me to cope with, damn..!).

Ok am going now. The girls are waiting for big momma to come. Grin!

Damsel Back In Distress

And the damsel in distress is back, y'all... With more stress than ever!

Arrived home last night from Langkawi, feeling somewhat crestfallen for having to leave the island. The island was something I thought I would never fall for. And yet, I fell deeply for it, I was swept off my feet.

Allow me to bore you people with details of the trip...

Day 1

Three Damsels arrived in LGK at 1900hrs. We rented a car right away - it was a Wira Aeroback going at RM60 per day. Three Damsels then checked in. Damsel #1 (Mareena) was anxious to get to Reggae Bar so Damsel #2 (Farrah) and Damsel #3 (that's me!) geared up for the party. But first, we had dinner at a Chinese restaurant (can't recall the name) next to Alun-Alun spa on the Chenang stretch.

The Reggae Bar turned out to be kinda cool - poles apart from any clubs you can find in KL. They played reggae music, (thus the name Reggae Bar) and though Damsel #3 was not quite a fan of reggae, she found the club delightful nevertheless. It carries a laid-back atmosphere to suit the island-holiday mood. Plus, one of the waiter was like totally, cute! It wasn't long before three Damsels realized that they don't need their party shoes after all. Flip-flops and bare feet works great for this joint.

And oh, not to forget, Damsels made some friends that night - the Three Blind Mice and the Chipmunks. I guess good things do come in threes. ;)

Day 2

Damsels kicked off their day with simple luncheon, followed by a lengthy lazing around under the sun session. From the beach, Damsels moved to the hotel swimming pool and more lounging took place on the pool deck. Damsel #2 did not get into the water for certain reasons, Damsel #1 took a number of attempts to beat the fear of water, while Damsel #3 took a couple of laps.

After noon, Damsels went up to Burau Bay to check out the Loaf (the bakery owned by Tun Mahathir) and some beautiful yachts moored at the dock.

The evening saw the Damsels chilling on Langkasuka beach, supposedly to watch the sun set. Too bad, it was a little bit hazy, so the sun set unnoticeably under the Damsels eyes. Next, came dinner, again, at a Chinese restaurant, but a different one from the night before.

Day 2 was wrapped up with another trip to the ever splendiferous Reggae Bar.

Day 3

The sun did not rise for the Damsels. The day was somber and the Damsels were depressed, for no tanning session took place despite their effort of lying on the sandy beach for hours. So Damsels ended up drinking for the whole day (courtesy of the Chipmunks) and napping on deck chairs and kicking sands.

Dinner occurred at Fat Mum, another Chinese seafood restaurant. The food served here were exceptionally delectable, much to the Damsels' delight. The homemade tofu, especially, was oh-so orgasmic!

Damsels went to Sunba for a change that night but their spirit were bummed out, for the bar turned out to be too KL-like, and filled by numerous bunch of wannabes.

Note: The Three Blind Mice depart from Langkawi today.

Day 4

Damsels had breakfast, umm..., more like brunch, at the Breakfast Bar - which was kinda expensive for a street stall, and they serve lousy food. The sun was up and Damsels continued their sunbathing activity on Frangipani beach.

Early dinner at Fat Mum. Again. Damsels can't seem to get enough homemade tofu...

Day 4 ends with a session at Alun-Alun spa then strolling and bitching on the beach.

Note: The Chipmunks left.

Day 5

The final day for the Damsels. It began with breakfast at the hotel cafe overlooking the sea, then an early morning stroll along the beach.

Damsels then head for Kuah town after checking out for very little shopping.

Lunch was at Putumayo - lovely restaurant with food that is equally tasty. Chilled at Alun-Alun spa again and then reluctantly, off to the airport.

The bitches' holiday was then over. So much for knocking myself out with the three S'es...Sun, saltwater and s..., sunblock. Sigh...!

Now, Damsel #3 needs to go to sleep. My next niggle will be in real soon. So, see ya!