On Hold

Okay, so I am such a failure at this 30-day challenge thing. I have decided to blog about Self Love/Big Bang only when I'm bored and I need something to blog about, just for the sake updating. Geddit? Yes? No? Haha.

Instead, hold your breath for my entry on my recent trip to London & Paris~

Until then,
taa~

Big Bang Challenge - Day 8: Favorite Seungri 'Panda Eyes' Picture

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Big Bang Challenge - Day 6: Favorite DaeSung Eye Smile

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Self Love - Day 6: Photo of Animal I'd Like to Keep As Pet

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If this animal exists, show me where it is. I'm willing to spend for one!

Random #2

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1. What time did you get up this morning?  6.20am
2. How do you like your steak? Very well done.
3. What was the last film you saw at the cinema? Burlesque.
4. What is your favorite TV show? It used to be CSI (Las Vegas), but I never seem to have time for TV now, sobs.
5. If you could live anywhere in the world where would it be? Paris!
6. What did you have for breakfast? Four pieces of 40-cent kuihs.
7. What is your favorite cuisine?  Japanese & Italian.
8. What foods do you dislike? Bland-looking and tasting.
9. Favorite place to eat? Clean place with nice decor and nice food would do.
10. Favorite dressing? Thousand Island.
11. What kind of vehicle do you drive? A compact car.
12. What are your favorite clothes?  T-shirts and jeans, black & white combo.
13. Where would you visit if you had the chance? Paris, again. I went there this past CNY break, and I love everything about Paris!
14. Cup 1/2 empty or 1/2 full?  Half empty AND half full.
15. Where would you want to retire? Paris (I'm having Paris withdrawal syndrome)
16. Favorite time of day?  Dusk and dawn, when the sun is rising and setting - everything looks gorgeous at those times of day.
17. Where were you born? In a clinic in Kuala Lumpur
18. What is your favorite sport to watch?  Rhythmic gymnastic.
19. Who do you think will not tag you back?  Not applicable, as nobody tagged me to do this in the first place, lol. 
20. Person you expect to tag you back first? See #19.
21. Who are you most curious about their responses to this?  See #20
22. Bird watcher? Not really, unless I'm at a zoo with birds in cages.
23. Are you a morning person or a night person? Afternoon person, haha!
24. Do you have any pets?  Kinda, but Hazel is my mom's. I just help with the feeding.
25. Any new and exciting news you'd like to share?  My life is as mundane as can be right now, so no.
27. What is your best childhood memory? Making a home movie using the old-skool heavy camcorder, with me as the Cinderella and the little brother as the (two-left footed) prince :)
28. Are you a cat or dog person? Neither.
29. Are you married?  I wish I am
30. Always wear your seat belt?  Yes and no.
31. Been in a car accident?  Thank god, no.
32. Any pet peeves?  Tardiness.
33. Favorite Pizza Toppings? Crab sticks, chunky chicken pieces, gooey cheese.
34. Favorite Flower?  Sunflowers.
35. Favorite ice cream?  McDonald's vanilla sundae with chocolate topping.
36. Favorite fast food restaurant?  Hmm, I just realized I don't have any.
37. How many times did you fail your driver's test? Zero.
38. From whom did you get your last email?  An office colleague - reminder for a meeting this evening.
39. Which store would you choose to max out your credit card?  net-a-porter.com, if I have a credit card that is.
40. Did anything spontaneous lately?  Eat a humongous bread? Is that considered spontaneous?
41. Like your job?  Like it.
42. Broccoli?  Tolerable.
43. What was your favorite vacation? Paris.
44. Last person you went out to dinner with?  Mom. Midnight dinner.
45. What are you listening to right now?  The chatter of my colleagues.
46. What is your favorite color?  Fuschia.
47. How many tattoos do you have?  None.
48. How many are you tagging for this quiz?  Everyone who has time to do it.
49. What time did you finish this quiz?  3.16pm (taking a break from work, lol)
50. Coffee drinker? Heck no!

In Need Of A Project

I'm just your average boring, everyday girl who takes off her pumps once returning from work in the evening, and stays indoor until the next morning.
I'm the kind of girl who stays at home with the family, eats dinner every single night with the family and watches the evening news with the family.
I'm the kind of girl who is more comfortable with a few close-knit friends.
I'm the kind of girl who is perpetually unattached to any guy.
I'm the kind of girl who does not bring work home (due to work dealing with P&C stuffs).
I'm the kind of girl who considers going to bed after 11pm as omg-late-must-sleep-now-or-I'm-doomed-tomorrow-morning.
I'm the kind of girl who wakes up in the morning, puts on her clothes, has breakfast, goes to work, returns home in the evening, bathes, eats dinner, sleeps and repeats the whole thing again the next day.

Now that 1) a best friend is in UK doing her Master's, 2) another best friend is happily married and pregnant, 3) another two best friends are in Medan and Cyberjaya pursuing their dreams of becoming doctors, and 4) the sole nephew seldom sleeps over, I need something to do to fill my five weeknights and weekends, pronto.
If I'm not gorging on chuka idako at Ichiban Boshi, Pavillion with mom, I'm not even sure what I did with my weekends all this while.
Hence, the title of this entry.

I think I'll start with purging my closet. I need to get rid of those unworn/bought-on-impulse/ill-fitting jeans, anyway.
I just need a motivation. Like dressing well like those stylish Scarflets? My twisted reasoning is this: if I want to dress well, I'll have to go shopping for stylish stuffs. If I have stylish stuffs, I'll need closet space to store them in. If I need closet space, I'll need to do a major purging of the closet.
Lord have mercy. It's a daunting task.

Why Product Description is Important

People, if you have an e-commerce website, please please please have somebody to proof-read your texts, before you publish them online. You've spent hundreds, maybe thousands of Ringgit to:

• stock up on goods
• hire a professional photographer
• rent a studio
• pay a make-up artist to work on the (paid) models
• hire a website developer/designer to get your e-commerce website up-and-running and look spiffy
• pay for the hosting fees etc.

Why don't you get a friend or family member to go through what you've written for the product descriptions?

Product description is very important. You don't want to look like a domesticated animal, do you?
Neither does your customer.

An Open Letter to Khairul Fahmi

Dear Khairul Fahmi,

If you ever read this, please know for a fact that I don't really watch football, unless it's the World Cup finals. I don't really have a favorite team (like Arsenal, Chelsea, Kelantan or Negeri Sembilan). Well, I thought I was a fan of MU, but I figured out I only liked them because Beckham was there back in those years. I only know the faces of famous players whom I think look cute (like Kaka, Michael Owen and Cristiano Ronaldo), but I know of some too, who are not quite as good-looking, like Ronaldo, Wayne Rooney, and Carlos Tevez. And I only know 2 coaches: Alex Ferguson and Jose Mourinho, and that's only because the newspapers kept putting their pictures in the sports articles at the last page, with a jacket/coat/blazer and sporting a grim/snarling/serious-looking face.

My definition of a good footballer is being able to score goals from a long distance, making a "free-header", tackling a ball from an opponent with ease, and expertly catching a very fast-moving ball, for a goalie. Unless the ball comes anywhere near the goal posts, you can count on me to be somewhere else not watching the game. I thought watching 11 individuals running after one ball, kicking it towards a big erected net at the end of the pitch, well, darn taxing. It's such a wide expanse of grass-covered land, why would you tire yourself scrambling all over it, trying to outrun each other to get the ball? And I don't get it why people (especially the male species) would be willing to hang out at those crowded mamaks, watching the game projected onto the big white screen oh-so-conveniently brought out during football seasons (blurry, much?), when they can comfortably watch at home with friends and family, without the extra charges of overpriced teh tarik and mee goreng mamak?

But my perspective on football might have changed a little (for the better, in a way) with the Malaysia v. Indonesia final match for the Suzuki Cup. I was visiting my cousin in the hospital, your teammates' glorious goals in the first leg made me shout out in glee in the ward, forgetting I was in a hospital. I don't remember seeing you in action much in that match, but I sure got a whole lot of glimpses of you in the final leg. Boy, were you marvelous. You jumped, crawled, rolled over and stretched to the max to prevent our neighbor from scoring. You put out your neck and left the goal area to try and catch the ball. That was brave. And you did catch it, most of the time! I think it's safe to say that we Malaysians gratefully thank you for those saves. If it wasn't for you, we'd be toast right now. (Psst, between you and me, from a non-football fan of view, I think our defenders could use a bit more training. I felt pity for you last night, because it looked like you were the only one working to stop the opponents)

Initially, I wanted to write a longer letter, but with my limited knowledge on football playing techniques and skills and strategies, that would be a big and daunting task for me.
Just know that you made me believe that Malaysian football can soar to greater heights with you as the goalie. And that you made me watch a football match involving the Malaysian team. Your performance was GOLD. You really deserved being one of Twitter's trending topics!

p/s: Harimau Malaya rocks!
p/p/s: Did you know that Kim Kardashian tweeted about you last night?
p/p/p/s: Is Safee still single and available? If he is, please ask him to Facebook me ;)

13kg and Counting

Two reasons why I loved being warded for dengue:

1. Amazing weight loss
I lost about 6kg because I wasn't eating much the whole six days I was in the hospital (plus the first three-days I was bed-ridden at home). No matter how tantalizing the hospital food is (haha), if you're a patient and you are attached to an IV drip, don't count on seeing the food being touched. Even Gordon Ramsay/Anna Olson/Rachel Ray will spectacularly fail at this task.
I'm about 55kg now (I was at my heaviest when I was an undergraduate - superflabby at 68kg), and I intend to make it stay there at the 55kg mark. Now I'm trying hard to eat in moderation (and avoid late-night snacking). Exercising is still such a hard thing for me, heh.

2. Change of pace
It has been a mundane work-home-work-home routine for me since I started working in July 2010. It goes without saying that contracting dengue and being warded for it allowed me to slow down and simply do nothing. I'm on leave until Saturday, and I start work again on Monday. I'm excited to go back to work, because I'm getting two new 20-inch computer monitors! So much easier not having to squint while browsing through the blogshops reading the PDF patent files.

One single reason why I hated being warded for dengue:

It was a horrible, sickly feeling, being hooked up to an IV drip, every second of the day. Having to buzz for the nurse every single time I wanna go pee felt awful (although they do get paid to tend to me), and bathroom trips were a definite surety - there's an IV drip, remember? I kept waking up in the middle of the night. I kept getting poked at with needles (for daily blood tests). I was in a state of self-neglect that I was silently cursing those student nurses who kept waltzing in and out of my room smelling all flowery and nice. I only showered once every 2 days. I felt filthy, but there's nothing I could do. I was too weak to even raise my hands to take off my PJs.

p/s: I'm flying solo now, haha.

Down Memory Lane

It's like high school all over again. It hurts to know that you are being excluded from the get-togethers your friends are having, even if you aren't besties before (but close enough to have affectionate nicknames). It feels like shyte, actually. Yes, it's year 2010 now, 10+ years post-zit attacks and all. Yes, we are all working people now. Yes, we are on separate paths now. But at least have the courtesy to ask whether the girl can join or not. She realizes that she's not in your clique, but she's a friend, no?

Pardon the bitterness. That time of the month is approaching.



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Taken

Tall? Check.
Cute? Check.
Good manners? Check.
Nice teeth? Check.
Ability to match tie and shirt? Check.
Soothing voice? Check.
Funny? Check.
Polished shoes? Check.
Ironed shirt and pants? Check.
Nice hairstyle? Check.
Smart? Check.

Everything's there. If only he's not married -_-'


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Blogging when you're in the toilet

No, I am not in the loo right now. Just testing out blogging on the Crackberry. Its supposed to be super easy: send an e-mail to a secret e-mail address that only you know of, and the e-mail will be your blog post. The subject is your blog post title and your body is your, err, body. Let's see how this turns out.

I'm on my lunch break at work now. Its freaking cold here, it's illegal. Those cute polar bears are drowning because KL-ites just can't work at normal room temperature! Global warming is our own doing. If we continue living like this, KL will be experiencing its first snow sooner than expected.

And I'll be the first one to celebrate it, haha.
The snow, not the global warming.


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Dead?

I've abandoned this space for a long, long time. It's not that I don't have time. I have lots of time to kill. It's just that I kill my time by doing random things that do not benefit myself, at all. What, you ask? Let's see.

1. When I get online, I surf mindlessly. Literally. 99% of the time I spend online, I don't even remember the things I do, the websites I visited. The other 1% is usually spent on Facebook, which I'd be turning senile if I can't remember that. Well, okay, that's a lie. Facebook takes about 75% of my time online, but who's keeping track, right?

2. If I am not stalking people on Facebook, I sleep. But I'm not what people would call a 'day sleeper', so that means we're back to Facebook. And mindless surfing.

3. If I'm not sleeping or on Facebook, I am thinking of what to have for dinner. Yes, it's very frustrating to think of what to eat where I am here. Dinner is a big thing for me, but being in Kuantan does not really help with the gastronomical experience. It's either swallowing whatever is served to you at the communal cafetarias, or eating out. And eating out is another problem here, because of the resulting headaches you will get after you get back to the hostel. Stupid admin. They can build a humongous new building that's barely occupied, and they can't even improve on the student's welfare?

That pretty much sums up what I do here (other than going to lectures, worrying about assignments and presentations and other mundane student stuffs).

Such is my life as a final semester student.

Yippee.

And So The Story Goes

Sometimes I think I was born to be famous for no reason, like Jon from Jon&Kate-plus eight or that quiet guy from my course, who one day suddenly became The Guy every girl wants to be with, and every guy wants to be like.

Except that I'm a girl. In that case, I'll be Paris Hilton.
I wonder what she's famous for.

Going Private

I am making this blog of mine private and confidential due to several personal reasons in a couple of days, but I might open it again for public viewing later in the future. Only a select people can have access to it.

So, if you want to be one of the few (walaupun selalu rasa macam membebel sorang2 je), leave me a comment with your e-mail address. Thank you. Even 1, even 10 (perasan), even 100 (haha lagi la perasan), leave a comment.

Peace out.

Things I Do When I'm Bored

1. I doodle (when I'm in class)


2. I ogle (when I'm at a bookstore).


3. I ogle (when I'm online)

And...

Meet my new (non-breathing) love, the GH.

The name 'Golden Half' came from a 70's half Japanese-breed girl band.

They were always dressed skimpily while on stage, which I find weird, because I thought Japanese people back then were reserved haha. Watch this YouTube clip:




And, I will be documenting my experiences in using the new toy over at the new blog.
Feel free to leave a comment (or two), okay!

:)

It's Only Wednesday..

.. but I'm already looking forward to the weekend!

Clockwise from top left: Playing with Ean the nephew, getting my Golden Half,
meeting up with Zara to pass her shoes that have been with me forever lol,
International Career Fair at MidValley.

Gosh. I don't know what I want to do after I graduate. And graduation is only 4 months away!
I am fervently hoping that I won't fail any subjects this semester. I already have my graduation baju kebaya tailor-made!
But then again, that surely means that I somehow, subconsciously know that I'm going to graduate, right?

Of Male Nurses and Eternal Love

They still have not arrive in Kuantan. Still at the post office in KL! Dammit. I am so hoping to sleep wearing them tonight... :(

Oh, and one of the male nurses flirted with me (I THINK), when I went to donate blood at KOM today.
Kept asking about my name, where I'm from, whether he should go get an extra blanket for me or not blablabla. I almost told him off. Haha.

But that incident still didn't help to get my mind off of the fact that I'm only gonna get my babies on Monday!

How To Spend A Weekend, Dinie's Awesome Way

I HAD A LONG, LONG POST HERE. BUT BLOGGER BUAT HAL. DAMN IT. I AM SO NOT TYPING IT ALL BACK!




Oh well. Here goes a simplified version of the long post I had that disappeared due to blogger's stupid act.



EXPLANATION FOR THE ABOVE PICTURE, ON HOW TO SPEND A WEEKEND, MY OWN AWESOME WAY:


1. Having two packets of instant noodle for lunch (for both days),

2. Having a large bar of chocolate for dinner (ditto),

3. Feeling panicky whenever the eyes landed on the overflowing laundry basket,
4. Non-stop editing of FYP pictures (and amazingly, it's nowhere near finished),
5. And also feeling panicky when remembering there are 3 quizzes coming up very, very soon (and I haven't started studying anything yet),
6. And having all 5 Copeland's studio albums on repeat (Aaron Marsh has one helluva voice!)


I am so looking forward to the 3-month break.