The Fact Is ... I am thankful

I am somewhat wondering what I am doing alone.

When I can do almost everything myself, I am still wondering, why am I alone?

Strange huh?

But the fact remains, I am thankful that I am still here, facing all  the obstacles on my own with the support of close friends and family, who loves me regardless.
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My weekend was hectic.

Believe me if I can split myself to three people, I would.

I would just so I would be able to spend time with my family, my friends and myself.

When I got home, I was stumped when my bed is no longer there. My Sister just bought a new apartment unit and my parents and brother is moving in with her. My parents are taking over my bed and being that I am now a permanent resident of Kay Hell, I will have to rethink about buying a property in JB and would probably buy one in KL instead.

I would not be having my own room anymore, in JB that is. Which kind of means that I can't sleep naked anymore.

Sigh... but hey, I am happy for my sister.

My cousin, finished his Quran studies last weekend, so in an orderly fashion of a Johorean, we had a 'Khatam Quran' for him.

Annd... he is also going to be circumsized next week.

I remembered the last time my brother had to go through the same thing. I remembered him screaming his lungs out when my parents brought him back to the house.

I was laughing. I told him he was a wuss.

He is still a wuss.. ehehehe...

It's always fun when the whole family comes together. As you just can see from these pictures.

Okay this one is not a family member in a techical kind of way, but it is a part of the family (For now, before it becomes the one the family is going to have for dinner), but it was sitting there so calmly looking after its' eggs that I feel inclined to take a photo.

Last Thursday was Thanksgiving.

The whole AMEX team, which is MY team now got together at Christina's house for a housewarming (She just moved to a new place), which was also a double celebration as her daughter recently passed her UPSR with flying colors.

It was a great makan session and since it is potluck, Joyce, Kish and me decided to roast a chicken, not a turkey because it's just not possible for us to roast one in the tiny oven.

This Eid and Thanksgiving, I would like give my thanks to everyone who is around me now, my family, my friends, my good friends, my best friends (Dropped not included) and my very supportive and professional colleagues.

Thank You.

Good things comes to those who wait...

Well, my Dad always said to me that if you are patient, and let things takes its' due course, I will see that things will kind of... go my way.

Of course, back then being brash, immature and well... stupid, in the lack of a proper word to replace my then questionable level of intellect, I don't really believe in it.

I was gung-ho and proactive, the latter in a sort of wrong kind of way. I believed that if I keep on moving and catch every opportunity that comes my way, I will get what I want.

Little did I know, that trying to outrun someone was not the way. If you rush, you tend to overlook a lot of things, and if you think too much about 'making it', you might not 'make it' at all.

But no matter how impatient I was, I have never, thankfully, tried to push someone off by being a two face hypocrite. I can never be 'friend friend' with someone with ulterior motives. Motives such as trying to kick someone off their rice bowl or anything like that. I have, always been genuine in my intentions. I helped people because I mean it.

I would NEVER help anyone if I don't want to.

I figured, why make things complicated. There is no reason why you should help someone if you don't wanna.

Anyway, I recently received a big pat in the back, something that I was not expecting but something that kind of just happened. I was in the beginning, sad because in the process, I lost my mentor. But technically, he is still with me, though not quite within the same place anymore. I was also shocked when I found out about certain things that happened behind my back. I was shocked that 'anyone' can be that, vicious and could actually put on a front and tried to manipulate me.

BUT... hey, God is great. Things turned better. As a matter of fact, I have never seen my allies and close friends this happy before.

I am just glad that things are better now. We are more honest (I hope!) with each other and we are happier.

Nyeh nyeh... the jokes on you!

When it rains and there is nothing in the world you would like to do more but to lie down on your bed and sleep. I am on my bed, but I ain't sleeping!

This is the view outside of my bedroom window today at about 5 pm.

I know that it was a bit, well, askewed, but you would have to agree with me that the whole picture there, the gloom, the rain and the slippery cobbled sidewalks... well it's enough to make you snuggle to your pillows and pull up the covers on your face and producing some Zs.

As usual, I was not able to sleep off the wonderful rainy afternoon away.

I had to drive to the office for a while due to something that our client 'forgot' to tell us, jumped on two separate conference calls and emailed a bunch of people about the progress.

I was on the phone with my Mother who was asking me if I can come home just to dismantle the bed at home (My family is moving)  and I found out that no one in the family 'actually' know how to do it but me.

Yes, we do have two males in the family, in case you are wondering, and I am not one of them, unless of course I was born with a penis and a vajayjay, which I was evidently, not.

I just finished a Kenny Roger's lunch of roast chicken and I ate that while watching gorgeous Keanu and Al Pacino in the classic, 'Devil's Advocate'.

Before I came home and after I left the office, I hit one of the hypermarkets (Hence, the Kenny Rogers Combo). I ran out of milk for about 5 days now, so I decided to just drag my ass off to buy some.

Why on Monday? Why not on the weekends, you might ask.

Well, I hate shopping when there are too many people. It confuses me because it does.

I encountered someone who might just be the slowest, lamest cashier ever in my whole consumer life.

As usual, being Malaysian and all, the lame-O didn't smile. Heck, he was emotionless. His movement is akin to that of a sloth.

I wish I can smack him at the back of his head with the Australian top side beef cut that I bought at the wet produce section.

And the way, he put the things into the plastic bags (For the record, I have a shopping bag that I got from Body Shop with huge lettering making up 'Protect Your Planet' on it. I opted for plastic this time because, well, I forgot to stuff the cloth bag into my bag today and I need some plastic bags at home for trash) might make you mistake him for an ex 'Mak Yong' dancer. Such painfully slow gracefulness, really seriously make you want to put on make up on him and play the Gamelan.

Aaaanyway... Just my observation for today. Suffice to clear the cobwebs off the blog... :)

Happy Monday everyone!

What I found out on Halloween...

1) The fastest way to get your lips done when you forgot your lipstick is to kiss your girlfriend who has lippy on.

And yes... we did it out of practicality.

2) I should learn how to flirt with the club bouncer guy.

3) Clubs charge ridiculous cover charges on Halloween when all you want to drink is a coke and a beer.

4) Mojo do NOT have cover charge (Thank God!)

5) No one really dresses up on Halloween.

6) QBar sucks.

7) Tony Parson's My Favorite Wife is sold for RM 15 at Atria and Tolkien at RM 29.90.

8) If you can't drink... DON'T! --> This going out to the guy who hung his head out of the passenger seat... trying to puke at Jalan P. Ramlee.

9) An all girl night out is waay better than going out on a lame date.

10) I am hot.. Heh!

Yeah.. so shoot me.

I do not comprehend...

There are a few things in the world that I would not be able to understand. A few being :

Men

I haven't been in many long term relationships, but as far as men are concerned, this is what I can gather.

Most men are confused. They don't know what they want and they go for the first thing they find. Others wait it out until they lose out.

Others just go through any nook and cranny to lie, cheat and just be a plain fucking jerk.

The good ones, the ones who know what they want is either taken or... taken.

Apparently even my gay friend finds it hard to find a reliable gay man.

So the saying 'all the good ones are either married or gay' turned out to be totally unreliable.

They are married, but they are not quite gay.

I wish men could just be simpler. As a matter of fact, I think women are easier to understand, at least we are only looking for very stereotypical but straightforward love / soulmate.

People who resigned and made everyone else's life a living hell after they leave work

Once upon a time, there was a woman who decided to join in a division full of free spirited people.

She shouted at a work colleague in front of the team manager and even lodged a complaint against the seniors saying that the seniors dressed a bit too provocatively.

The seniors were wearing jeans and T-shirts... sometimes spaghetti straps but being in a cold freezing environment, always had a jacket on.

She also accused everyone to be against her and that everyone else is wrong and she is the only one who is right.

She prides herself on being a staunch christian, whatever that means.

If being a christian means that she would inadvertently act like a bitch, I don't know what is going to become of the world.

Even one of her 'posse' turned on her.

10 more of people like her, I swear the world would turn into a blithering hell.

Her parting note included a sentence that says, 'All the people who are trying to drag me down only make me stronger.'

Did she know that she was the one who was pulling the entire team down? That I wouldn't know. What I would like to find out is if she would actually feel guilty if she found out.

Somehow I doubt it.

What I do understand now, is that she is gone, but still there are implications on the team.

Why? That I wouldn't be able to understand.

People who fail their friends

I do not understand why people prefer to put on a fake front.

I am pretty simple. I am real, I am sarcastic, I try to be mature and I try to keep the good friends I have.

I don't have many good friends. Most of the friends I have are the ones I talk about here.

Just when I thought someone would be a friend for keeps, they fail me. They just do. And then I would feel disappointed.

I started having trust issues in high school. When I was growing up, I don't have many close friends.

Now that  I am 30, I am able to make out what I want in a friend.

Friends are those who stay true to their words and who sincerely hope for the best to happen to each and other.

Friends don't lie to each other, and would be as direct as to tell their friend that although we are friends, there are things I don't discuss with you, but hey, I love you anyway.

I would rather a friend told me to my face that they wouldn't want to be friends with me anymore rather than them talking behind my back and me feeling disappointed about them.

Disappointment is far more severe than anger.

Bad drivers

A van once followed me because I gave them the finger.

I gave them the finger because they are bad drivers and I almost collided with their vehicle.

Except for the finger, the whole thing was entirely their fault.

So no... I cannot comprehend foolish drivers. Although I do understand why they follow me.

They wanted to scare me, which they have done very successfully so.

Sometimes you do things on a whim. I am especially impulsive. So the whole entire thing, partly my fault.

A single woman living alone should know better than that.

Sumpah akak tak buat lagi.

On what happened since the last post.. some random pictures and thoughts

Since the last post, a few things happened. The thing about being single is that I have a lot of time to spend with my friends. I love friends, don't you? They push you to do things, they pick you up when you are down and they cook things. (Well, my friend does anyway).

And these are my good friends, my best friends. I don't keep friends who are crap.

So enjoy these random pictures and mental notes.

The Herb roasted chicken from the dinner Joyce cooked and we helped out in during the dinner two weekends ago. It was gorgeous and the meat slid right off the bone.

My sauteed mixed vegies with Zucchini, asparagus and baby carrots in butter and rosemary.

The Mashed potato Joyce made. Goes great with the roasted chicken

The lemon Meringue pie, it was left a bit too long in the oven, hence the color, but we don't care, it was heaven!

Tadaa! The full picture of the meal we had!

After the meal, planning for thanksgiving dinner, definitely no turkey, can't fit into the tiny oven! In the background is the kitchen. We had all the things you can imagine... the kitchen is the most complete room in the house!

The cat from hell, 'Buttons'... with such a cute name you couldn't really imagine the damage she does innit?

My literary indulgence for the weeks to come. I splurged on books this month, which is okay

We had a Team Jersey Day on friday. Joyce borrowed this from her husband, Phoenix Suns Jersey

I am not rooting for any teams. I am sports apathetic. I am into working out but not any particular sports, per se. This courtesy of Joyce's hubby of course.

Bitch and Joyce

Our breakfast on Saturday morning at Ikea

Bitch with his Daim cake, as usual!

Drama shot, as usual, coming from the drama queen

Poster kids for Halloween 2009

On saturday night, I went out with Sue to a salsa club. She recently took up salsa and was taking the opportunity to practice her step. I was asked to dance by an old latina guy. He can really dance, I can give him that. He said:

"Salsa is not counting steps, it is to follow the rhythm, you know?"

Of course half of the time I couldn't understand a word he is saying, and I wished that he could wear more perfume, but the dance was awesome. I guess he was kind of ... well... mesmerized by my bad dance steps that he asked me to dance a few more times after that. I was twirled, dipped and lifted. It was fun.

I was actually more mesmerized by the Taye Diggs look-a-like at the DJ consul. Oh... that man is a godsend... Ai Carumba!!! Muchas Deliciosos!!!

After that we left the club and we went back to my pad for a late dinner. Joyce cooked Oxtail stew and brownies. No piccies, but it was great!

I have resolved that I am going to learn salsa. I will try to squeeze it in my schedule somehow. Mak jeles tengok orang salsa.

I so man

“I had this guy leave me a voice mail at work, so I called him at home, and then he emailed me to my BlackBerry, and so I texted to his cell, and now you just have to go around checking all these different portals just to get rejected by seven different technologies. It’s exhausting.”
Mary, Drew Barrymore's characted in He's just not that into you.

I FINALLY watched He is just not that into you.

I have been told that it is a brilliant movie that depicts what is really going on in the X&Y terms of things.

And yes... it is a brilliant movie indeed. And most of the things that were talked about in the movie, especially the interviews in between was the naked truth about men and women and what goes on in our head, as far as relationships are concerned.

I discovered one thing about myself. I find that the most character that I have in common with was not with any of the women, but with a man... Justin Long's Alex, to be exact.

Alex is a guy who is not into commitment. He was Gigi's 'relationship counselor' and was kind of the person who pretty much screens most of the guys Gigi go out on dates with.

Until one day, Gigi 'read' all the 'signs' that was given by him and threw herself on him.

Eventually, Alex realized that he was indeed, into Gigi.

Anyway, I am Alex. I am the person who would tell her friends that a relationship is really nothing and that I wouldn't think twice about the guy who didn't call me back or who was giving me somewhat a lukewarm response to my interest.

There are a million men out there like the one who was not interested in me. And I am fine knowing that one of them have zilch interest in me whatsoever. I put on this barricade between me and the men I meet partly because, I am afraid of getting too close because I am afraid of getting burned.

The bad thing about this is that, I might never find love because I might write off one even if it's staring me in the face.

So that evening, I realized, in shock, that I was Alex, a single, attractive man who is just so damn realistic about this shit that he really actually doesn't really give a damn. Or at least, he is trying to make it seemed like he doesn't.

Hmmm...