This is, I think, one of those weekends that I kinda stayed at home, which is quite rare nowadays. There's this guy who asked me out to Balcony (or is it Cherries Berries?) tonight but I'm not comfortable going out with guys I barely knew (this guy is different from the one who asked me out for a Valentine's Day movie and dinner date, but why, oh why, does it have to from the same company???). I don't whore with people I don't know :)) just with my pimps! (to quote someone la, hahaha).
Anyway, nothing much today, besides lounging around the house. I've just finished giving my ride his weekly wash (yes, it's a HIM, and I washed it WAY more cleaner and better from that car wash place I went to last week, well, me doing it sans the bikini la, hahaha), gave my cat his much-needed bath, cooked some dinner (udang masak cili, okay, wauuu!), went to Tanjung Lobang earlier to do my routine skimboarding observing session (The Skimtroopers: Ejam, Nel, Zik, Napi, Firdaus a.k.a. Adik and the other troopers). A good effort to fill in this beautiful Saturday. Brava!
Saturday, February 27, 2010
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
People-watching with me and my macchiato
A venti of Caramel Macchiato and traffic lights. Two very unlikely pair, but a logical possibility if you are here at Bintang's Starbucks. *I hate it when people look at you pitifully when you are a lady sitting all by herself having coffee. They should watch that episode of SATC when Carrie sat all alone and did not feel intimidated by all those stares.*
Wherever you go, you can see that people queue up for things. Traffic lights, the public toilet, coffee (there's this expat lady giving Andy the barista a hard time) and such. You can see a lot of manners going on throughout: some were calmly listening to their iPods, some were fidgeting like they have some invisible teeny weeny spiders crawling all over the bodies, some were talking/laughing/bitching at the top of their shrill, annoying voice, while some just have that bored, hazy look on their faces.
We line up for things we want. For some, they wanted to jump the queue and get whatever it is that they want, like, right now. Some will wait for it patiently, or maybe grumpily, but nevertheless, they will still wait. It depends on how much we want that thing, isn't it? If we really, really, really need it, we'll be like, 'I want it, and I want it NOW!'. We will push people out of our way to get it, but heck, if it's the last size 8 of a very comfy yet very, very uber-cool pair of stilettos, a self-professed shoeholic (yours truly) will fight for it, teeth bared and all! Is it worth it? YES! But, then again, come to think of it, considering how much you fight for things that you want in life, in the end, it's not about the things that we obtain, but the journey or the process of getting it, which is much more worthier than that pair of gorgeous blood-red Emilio Valentino pumps.
But, as calm/fidgety/bitchy as we go through it, life is one long queue that you have to get through to get what you want. It's a matter of whether you are patient enough to get through the long, winding queue, all alone or with someone who do not mind at all waiting in line with you, chat about mindless yet wonderful things and watching that curve of a smile forms (reminds me of one of the countless lunch rush I was in not too long ago), with all that racket around you, keeping your cool along the way, and finally, you get and enjoy your much deserved reward. That latte never tasted so damn good.
Wherever you go, you can see that people queue up for things. Traffic lights, the public toilet, coffee (there's this expat lady giving Andy the barista a hard time) and such. You can see a lot of manners going on throughout: some were calmly listening to their iPods, some were fidgeting like they have some invisible teeny weeny spiders crawling all over the bodies, some were talking/laughing/bitching at the top of their shrill, annoying voice, while some just have that bored, hazy look on their faces.
We line up for things we want. For some, they wanted to jump the queue and get whatever it is that they want, like, right now. Some will wait for it patiently, or maybe grumpily, but nevertheless, they will still wait. It depends on how much we want that thing, isn't it? If we really, really, really need it, we'll be like, 'I want it, and I want it NOW!'. We will push people out of our way to get it, but heck, if it's the last size 8 of a very comfy yet very, very uber-cool pair of stilettos, a self-professed shoeholic (yours truly) will fight for it, teeth bared and all! Is it worth it? YES! But, then again, come to think of it, considering how much you fight for things that you want in life, in the end, it's not about the things that we obtain, but the journey or the process of getting it, which is much more worthier than that pair of gorgeous blood-red Emilio Valentino pumps.
But, as calm/fidgety/bitchy as we go through it, life is one long queue that you have to get through to get what you want. It's a matter of whether you are patient enough to get through the long, winding queue, all alone or with someone who do not mind at all waiting in line with you, chat about mindless yet wonderful things and watching that curve of a smile forms (reminds me of one of the countless lunch rush I was in not too long ago), with all that racket around you, keeping your cool along the way, and finally, you get and enjoy your much deserved reward. That latte never tasted so damn good.
Oh, mon chéri, miel abeille
This song hits me right at home. *Damn.*
Je vous ai sauvé, et maintenant que vous êtes avec moi, nous pouvons faire notre propre miel...
Je vous ai sauvé, et maintenant que vous êtes avec moi, nous pouvons faire notre propre miel...
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Monday, February 15, 2010
First Post!
Well, since this is the First Post, let's talk about the 'firsts' in life now, shall we?
The first time I blogged... It was like eons ago. It was at this shady little cyber cafe back in Kuantan, when I was in this TESL program right after I finished school (I moved to another TESL program anyway). It was a disaster of course, but nevertheless, a first. But, that was a long time ago, it's like, almost eight years ago! (wow, it has been that long, huh.)
A lot of 'firsts' happened after that (here, I give to you, the bad ones). My first presentation ever in front of the whole class: failed, miserably. My first roomie: I can make a movie titled "A Roommate from Hell" (no offense, dear, but you were one). My first handphone: gone, baby, gone (near that library behind Wisma Hopoh in Kuching). My first date: horrid! 'Nuff said. My first boyfriend: a total wreck. My first laptop: now a very big, flat door stopper (what else can it do now, anyway). My first housemates: a group of vultures who at first look like meek rabbits. My first (current) job: well, doing it for the money (most of the time) and pleasure (parts of the duration). And, a lot of my other 'firsts' not worth your neurons to process on, believe me.
I do sound like a pessimist, didn't I? Well, after reading all that, who wouldn't think of me as one? It's just an example of how life is sometimes (always, to some people) cruel to us, but it's up to us on how to make it better and live our best life (Oprah's mantra). All I want to say is, all the 'firsts' in life does not necessarily need to be perfect. We still fall, smack down on our faces, but we still stand up after that and face another 'first'. I never forget my 'firsts', no matter how bad it was, because those were life's lessons and I learn from them. Some of my 'firsts' were, in fact, quite sweet actually: the first time I bought my very own netbook with my own money (cash, okay!), the first time I got friends who really understood me, the first time me and my fellow dancers perform in front of gazillions of people (frightening but FUN), the first time I got a beautiful red rose from my ex (the first and last red rose ever received, up until now), my first pair of stilettos (now, I got around 20 pairs on my make-shift shoe rack), my first real find of a someone whom I think of dearly at the mo' because of some mind-boggling, unexpected connections, my first set of real friends who, now, completes me as a person... Ah, the list goes on and on...
In this life, I also met some great and not-so great people: some, completely change my drab life, most, not worth mentioning at all, and for a few, I will always be fond of for the rest of my life. I grew up, became (a bit) wiser now, and aspires to be as strong and independent a lady as I possibly can. So far, so good: I drive my own car now (I learn to drive myself. Oh, and my ride is sweet and pretty cute! Lovin' it!), I have my own place now, I'm in charge of my life... But, deep down, I want more from this life... Still searching for it, anyway. Like getting hitched was going to help! (because I still think it might not, even if I am on the way towards that direction). Being very straightforward, am I? I'm just not that good at gambling, okay!
So, there you have it.
The first time I blogged... It was like eons ago. It was at this shady little cyber cafe back in Kuantan, when I was in this TESL program right after I finished school (I moved to another TESL program anyway). It was a disaster of course, but nevertheless, a first. But, that was a long time ago, it's like, almost eight years ago! (wow, it has been that long, huh.)
A lot of 'firsts' happened after that (here, I give to you, the bad ones). My first presentation ever in front of the whole class: failed, miserably. My first roomie: I can make a movie titled "A Roommate from Hell" (no offense, dear, but you were one). My first handphone: gone, baby, gone (near that library behind Wisma Hopoh in Kuching). My first date: horrid! 'Nuff said. My first boyfriend: a total wreck. My first laptop: now a very big, flat door stopper (what else can it do now, anyway). My first housemates: a group of vultures who at first look like meek rabbits. My first (current) job: well, doing it for the money (most of the time) and pleasure (parts of the duration). And, a lot of my other 'firsts' not worth your neurons to process on, believe me.
I do sound like a pessimist, didn't I? Well, after reading all that, who wouldn't think of me as one? It's just an example of how life is sometimes (always, to some people) cruel to us, but it's up to us on how to make it better and live our best life (Oprah's mantra). All I want to say is, all the 'firsts' in life does not necessarily need to be perfect. We still fall, smack down on our faces, but we still stand up after that and face another 'first'. I never forget my 'firsts', no matter how bad it was, because those were life's lessons and I learn from them. Some of my 'firsts' were, in fact, quite sweet actually: the first time I bought my very own netbook with my own money (cash, okay!), the first time I got friends who really understood me, the first time me and my fellow dancers perform in front of gazillions of people (frightening but FUN), the first time I got a beautiful red rose from my ex (the first and last red rose ever received, up until now), my first pair of stilettos (now, I got around 20 pairs on my make-shift shoe rack), my first real find of a someone whom I think of dearly at the mo' because of some mind-boggling, unexpected connections, my first set of real friends who, now, completes me as a person... Ah, the list goes on and on...
In this life, I also met some great and not-so great people: some, completely change my drab life, most, not worth mentioning at all, and for a few, I will always be fond of for the rest of my life. I grew up, became (a bit) wiser now, and aspires to be as strong and independent a lady as I possibly can. So far, so good: I drive my own car now (I learn to drive myself. Oh, and my ride is sweet and pretty cute! Lovin' it!), I have my own place now, I'm in charge of my life... But, deep down, I want more from this life... Still searching for it, anyway. Like getting hitched was going to help! (because I still think it might not, even if I am on the way towards that direction). Being very straightforward, am I? I'm just not that good at gambling, okay!
So, there you have it.
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