Crossed wires?

Bloody 'ell, I'm cheesed off right now. I just read a reply to my posting on a certain site. I posted a question pertaining to a certain trip that is happening this weekend. The reply I got left me with a distinctive bad taste in my mouth and me squirming on my chair to reply with a salvo. But I didn't. I held myself back coz it wouldn't do to sour a friendship. I read the reply SEVERAL times to make sure I didn't get the tone wrong. Even with the 'lol' added behind, I felt as though the message was suppose to put me in my place, intentionally or unintentionally I have no idea. I wrote several scathing replies but deleted them all and instead settled on one that was... lukewarm. It could be a miscommunication or I'm getting really edgy in my jobless state. Pulling in my claws felt... contemptible... when I wanted to slash and maim. God, I'm so catty. Maybe I should start wearing those bags of pepper I scattered in my back yard... *Hissst*

I guess I am edgy. Lately I've been feeling blah and anti-social. The thought of going to a shopping mall with thousands of people inhabiting the same space is enough to trigger a mild temper. I had a small blowup just a few days ago about this. My sister insisted I go and sit at Starbucks or something and enjoy being out. If I wanna be out I'd choose someplace quiet and secluded. OR someplace where I can't think - like a nightclub where the music is blasting away and I'm all alone. Nothing else exist outside my cacoon of music. I realise my dancing is a form of escapism. I do not go there for the people. I go there to escape in my own way - loud, unabashed music. So, why on earth would I want to go to a place that is full of noisy and rude beings? Naturally, I over-reacted. Sigh... I wish I didn't. But my beligerence was overpowering to a certain degree. Nowadays, I react most unpleasently when challenged. Yes I know I'm choosy when it comes to getting a job. I DO NOT need anyone to tell me that. Talking and looking at my mom and sisters are enough to remind me of that pertinent fact. I know I should be out there working, to repay them in however way I can. I am so thankful for their support. For without them I would have sunk a long time ago. THEY are the best. Hmm.. on that thought, I feel better now.

I pondered the issue of putting too much in my blog, the issue of putting my life out there for anyone and anything to read and scheme with and laugh and tsked at, but here I am, ready to push the Publish button. I started out with the intention to get my writing back. I think I still have a long way to go but at least I'm making progress. But honestly, blogging, for me, is another form of escapism. Which brings me to the question: What am I trying to escape from?

A good day's worth of work

I pruned my overgrown backyard with a saw, a huge rusty one at that. My 'yard' consisted of an overgrown sapling and a 5 feet tall plant thing. Took three of us to cut them down and mutilated them into manageable chunks to be disposed of easier in garbage bags. *Shudder* It was a gruesome scene. If they were mandrakes we'd be dead by now. =P The last time I was in my yard was 6 months back. We never open the back door as it is not safe to leave it unsecured. Bad men managed to camped there once and it was enough to convince us not go back there again. Anyway, number one reason was to cut the darn saplings down and number two - to scatter bags of pepper at strategic places. Hmm... mutilation and pepper bags; sounds like a voodoo thing. * haha* The pepper bags are to discourage cats from 'nesting', which they did and the yard stank with cat urine. *gag*

So after five hours of pruning and sprucing and cleaning the WHOLE house, we were done! Hallelujah! I was beginning to think it would never end. The bending down, the scrubbing, the sawing, the bending of nubile branches to fit into bags, the mopping, the rearranging... whew it was done. THEN we realised there was not enough water for us to bathe!!! The tank was very low! Bah. But it was no biggie. We went to Philip Wain instead for a hot, satisfying shower. Ahhh... it was so goooood. Throw in a steam bath into the equation and you get heaven. *Blissful sigh...*

Nite all... I'm too tired to keep awake. *yawn*

My mind's like a Ferris wheel and I CAN'T sleep!

It is 7:57am now and I've yet to catch a wink of sleep! ARGH! I feel so tired, my eyelids feel heavy; even my hair feels tired. Bah, but my mind is running in a thousand directions and sleep is far from it. So freakin' frustrating! I got home at 4am just now and I've been tossing and turning and generally trying to solve world hunger in my head...
And I have gym in three hours time! I sooo need sleep. ARGH! I can't miss anymore of my gym sessions since I've been missing them the past three weeks. I need to sleep.

Went to dinner with Estella and Jaymee at Little Sai Gon at Desa Sri Hartamas last night. It is supposed to be 'Authentic Vietnamese Cuisine' but somehow it doesn't taste quite right. For one my mint leaves weren't fresh and it was really oily. I'm not sure if that is the suppose-to-be thing. But the rare beef in my Pho Tai was tender and yummy. Added with plum sauce make it heavenly. Plus they top up your green tea constantly. I love green tea; must have drunk at least two pots - evidence - lotsa overtime in the ladies. =P

After that we met up with Jael. My gawd, he so thin now and he still looks the same except for his voice. It has deepened since the last time I heard him which was after LICT graduation. It was good to see Jael again. He gave Estella and I a huge hug. He is still so adorable. It is hard for me to think of Jael as a he when he used to be a she. I remember I used to call her 'woman' (as I am wont to do every now and then) and Jael always got annoyed. Now I have to condition myself to call her a he now. Jael has an Adam apple too! Apparently it was an unexpected bonus coz not every transsexual has them. Jael showed us his chest - it is flat. The mounds are totally gone. It was very fascinating. I did think twice about blogging about this but I don't think Jael minds me talking about it. He is very open-minded about his change. He regaled us with his surgery details and some pertinent details about his bodily functions. It was all very fascinating. I can't quite stop myself from saying that bit. It does somewhat boggles the mind... maybe that is why sleep is eluding yours truly. Mr.Sandman, Mr.Sandman, where art thou Mr.Sandman???

Cleaning out my emails

I never realised how many email accounts I have. I took out my little white book and checked every account I signed up previously; and boy there were much spring cleaning to do. In the end, I sent a few email to terminate a few old unuse accounts. I can't believe I let it get so out of control, this email accounts compulsion of mine. Sheesh.

Gold text, be not damned to me

My gawd, I've lost all my photoshop skills! Argh! I can't believe I'm so rusty! I couldn't even remember where the gradient tool was! Talk about reverting back to your blond roots. I messaged Aqmal a SOS about this. But whatever he typed I couldn't decipher. What the heck? Nine months was all it took to rob me of my amatuerish photoshop skills. I'm so ashame. Aqmal was probably wondering how I passed my multimedia units... Sigh. Then I googled 'Photoshop gold text tutorial' and bingo I hit the jackpot! There were lots of tutorials on gold text out there. 3 years ago there were hardly any on silver. Feel foolish now for SOSing Aqmal about this. Blech... I think I'll just stick my head in the sand for a while.

I got the job, but not the one I thought
Bah, I can't believe I deleted all I just typed! Arrgh! That was 3 paragraphs worth of blog and now I have to start again. Anyway, I just got back from my interview and it was weird. I went for an interview for a freelance copywriting job and I came back with a powerpoint job and an invitation to join Bill in the Unit Trust trading business. He thinks I can do this as I seem "ambitious". "You never know when opportunities come a-knocking," he said. True. But I'm not sure about the trading part. I never did have a head for accounts. I dropped the subject and took up carpentry instead when I was in Form One.

Bill isn't a hard-ass at all. Instead he is a sweet old man with a slight hearing problem I think. And he was really nice, a gentlemen of his age. He thought I was an advertising executive who could deal with the media for him as well as get discounts on ads and such. Had to dispel him of that notion. Wish I were that person then I wouldn't be in this rut. So I told him what I do and he looked through all my work. I should have brought my multimedia cds with me. He would've been interested. Hey I'm proud of my work. Bill seemed determined to hire me and he looked through my resume and found a job for me to do - to create a powerpoint template for his seminar slides. He gives seminars on managing your funds and trading to make profits not loses. Haha, sounds like a slogan there. He explain what he did and that led to the invitation to join his team. I'm still a bit confused as to what happened there... *grin*

I dreamt of a snake

I had a strange dream last night. I dreamt I was bitten 3 times by a Mohave Dessert Sidewinder, popularly known as the Sidewinder or Horned Rattlesnake - one bite on each fist and one on my calf. It was weird. I got into my cousins car at the back and there was the snake next to me. It was poised to strike and I reached over to try to catch the head.(I know I should never do that, Steve and Jeff said so, but it's my dream - let me be the snake wrangler ok.) Instead I got bitten. It didn't hurt and I remember why it didn't hurt in my dream. And it didn't look like puncture wounds but a clean slash. I think I've been watching too many episodes of the Crocodile Hunter and Jeff Corwin's if I'm able to recognise the species in my dream! The chinese believe that if you dream that you are bitten by snakes means you will soon be in a relationship. Apparently it is not a joking matter. All my sisters swear by it coz it has happened to them. Dream and then wham! You're in a relationship. *shrug* Go figure. Has the Chinese crack the code in dream interpretation?

I wish the sun WOULD tear then it wouldn't be so freakin' hot

Bah, I woke up feeling all gross and sick again. This cough is really irritatingly clingy. Go away already will you! I've been so good these past three weeks eating all the right stuff and avoiding cold food and I'm bleeding tired of it. The possibility of me ever eating ice-cream again seems very vague. *wail* And today was HOT! By 12.25pm the house was heating up fast. Yeah haven't invested in an air-conditioning unit coz there is no space at all. I live in a cubicle... with my two sisters and a housemate. We are all waiting for our respective houses to be built so we can finally move out of this oven. Lee Hoon swung by and picked me up after gym ( I was too depleted to do gym.) and we went to see Tears of the Sun, translation to BM is "Pahlawan Gagah"! *grin* I have no idea how that happened. Must be some special meaning in the title I couldn't understand. Tears being the pahlawan and the gagah being the sun... =P Almost laugh myself silly at the title.

Had a celebrity sighting too to boot. Saw Bernard Chandran and his family. Well they were hardly inconspicuous. Good looking man dressed tastefully with trendy light sunglasses, with a tall though not lanky model wife, young son and brother in-law (?) in tow. They bought buckets of popcorn and stuff. Probably went to see Matrix Reloaded.

Tears of the Sun was a so-so movie. It would have been a good film if they had ditched the pretty doctor. She was such an irritating bitch that I wanted to climb into the movie and shake her 'till all her teeth drop out. She kept referring to the locals as HER people. Just because she's an american by marriage doesn't make her THE lighthouse. And the part where she was at the border, she demanded to be let through with the magic word: "Let me through. I'm an American!" For goodness sake, she wasn't even at an american embassy or something. And the romantic chemistry between her and Bruce Willis' character... *puke* Overkill. I think it would have been a better movie if they killed her off and concentrated on the President's son, Arthur. The movie seems like a slap job with shody workmanship quite visible in between the cracks. Was so looking forward to watching a good military movie. Came home and watched The Rock.

Then I helped Lee Hoon polished her car. Wax in, wax out. My arm aches. No wonder it is such a good workout. After that I had to chip a sapling down coz it 'might be hiding things" so says my paranoid neighbour. I did it to shut her up as she's been nagging to cut it down for weeks now. My instrument of death was a 3 inch long kitchen knife smeared with vegetable oil. So I sat there next to that horrible smelling drain and chip away at the trunk. For a sapling, its trunk was sure hard as nails. Sigh. I got a blister from that murderous swing. Living in KL has made me soft. My hands used to be rough and hard, now it's all soft and vulnerable. Bah.

I have an interview tomorrow at Megan Phileo Ave at Jalan Yap Kwan Seng at 10:30am. It's for a freelance copywriting job. The guy I'll be meeting, Bill, sounds like an american. Sigh. They are everywhere. On the phone, he sounded like a hard-ass as he was shouting down the phone at me. He must have been in a really noisy place indeed... Tomorrow's Monday.(Now is Sunday night for me... =P) Bill called me on Saturday after he said he would call me on Monday morning to confirm the meeting. This already gives me an idea about how hard-working he is. After that, I'll be going to go to Pet Wonderland and inquire about that Sales Assistant job. I can't seem to let it go. Plus my bank account is drying up really fast. I'll be destitute is just a few weeks. Serves me right for being so choosy with my jobs I guess. My world is fracturing. Would it be like this had I accepted the Bandar Utama writing job four months back? I'm so kicking myself now. *Big long sigh.*

Kita mesti tengok ke depan... kerana ia manis

Just came back from a bakery/mamak session with Zona, Nick and Murni at PJ state. It was great to FINALLY catch up with Nick and to meet his semi-new girlfriend Murni. (that's how long I've not talked to him.) They are indeed very cute together. She is nice. I like her. ^_^ Not to pinpoint anybody, but she is way more suited to him than his last... sweetie. @_@ She was very... sweet. Anyway, I gave in to my cravings and ordered a chocolate cappucino cake and man-oh-man was it deliciously upside-down-Alice-in-Wonderland scrumptious. And I wash it all down with Jasmine tea. Ahhh, wotta way to enjoy life even when you are sick.=P The Jasmine tea was a salve to my conscience... but honestly I love jasmine tea even though is reminds me of death.

I just discover we have Culpeper House here! In Midvalley's Metrojaya! It is so cool! I love their products, especially their pure essential oil range. They also carry the tea leaves range here. I was so excited that the sales girl was all smiles. But I didn't like the prosaic gay salesboy. He was like teaching me about essential oils and he got his facts wrong. Pure essential oils DOES NOT leave an oily mark on paper and it cannot be used directly onto the skin. He obviously didn't do his homework. Dickhead. He thought I was a stupid customer. In the end, I shooed him away with a "Excuse me, do you even know what you're saying? Coz most of what you said was wrong." He was sputtering after that and he left with his nose parellel to the ceiling. Stupid man-bint. If a customer asks an intelligent (ahem) questions... as least have the brains to recognise that he or she knows what they are asking.... bah stupid man-git.

Sales assistant anyone?

I'm trying to decide if I should apply for the post of Sales Assistant and Cashier at Midvalley's Pet Wonderland. The position requires me to work weekends and public holidays. The only thing holding me back is my weekend gym membership. If I take the job, then I burn my membership, and if I do, I get to work with animals. It is a small step to my ultimate dream of working in the zoo. But then I would have to deal with pesky Malaysians who buys these animals with no thoughts on how to take proper care of them. Do I burn my RM1000 membership at Philip Wain?

Freedom has never been so conspicuous

Went to watch One Life & Two Trails at HELP with Zona today. It is a Venezuelan film that is part of The 2nd Ibero Film Fest held at HELP Institute. Since I miss out on yesterday�s Black Orpheus, thought I should at least catch this one being the last day and all. I was trying so hard not to cough. The compulsion to cough was so bad at one time that I had to breathe past the phlegm and swallow whatever extra saliva I had. Zona heard me swallow. Sheesh� thankfully there were others who were coughing as well. But I still felt like I was in the �sound�light. *_*

One Life & Two Trails (Una Vida y Dos Mandados)
Venezuela, 1996, 100 min.; dir. by Alberto Arvelo
Dreaming about the death of his mother, whom he has not seen in years, Romer returns to the mountains where he grew up, and is led towards a heartbreaking silent encounter where the past returns in waves. Filmed in the Venezuelan Andes, this multiple award-winning film (shown at numerous international film festivals) portrays the life of a peasant community which since the 17th century has been trying to preserve its customs, language and dignity.

The film was very simple yet bursting with subtle details like the braids on the bridle, the Virgin Mary statue at a dirty corner of the hovel, and the house in the mountains set in a stark plain. It is amazing how a picture does indeed tell a thousand words. The film doesn�t get our hearts pumping, rather it slows it down to a point that is most uncomfortable as it made me think about how lucky and spoilt we all are in our technology driven world. The characters� life was so simple and uncomplicated. Questions are kept to the minimum, no whiny kids and no tire changes. At some level, I do wish for such a simple life where work is hard labour and pride. But I know I wouldn�t be able to live such a life after knowing what I know now. Ignorant is bliss. I look at my cousins back in my hometown and what they want in life is alien from my wants. Most of them are blissfully happy with a husband and children. That is the purpose of their life � a family. For me, having my own family is like eons ahead, at least until I�m stable in my career. I want to have a separate bank account from my spouse and having kids scares the beejeezes out of me. =P What am I?

Opps I forgot. I got a pedicure! About time I tried one I should think. Zona and I had an hour to kill before we had to leave for the movie so we decided to try a pedicure when we ambled past the store. It was great. My toes have never felt so clean and smooth in a long time. I almost didn't wanted to put on my shoes coz they might make my newly scrub toes dirty. But I had to wear my shoes. Darn it! =P

Missing out on� Life?

I�m feeling glum. Zona and Lydia went to watch Black Orpheus at HELP Institute without me. I was looking forward to it but I can�t go. Hopefully I�ll be able to get it on VCD/DVD soon. Will have to keep an eye out for it. Nothing is better than watching a romantic tragedy to make one all introspective and stuff, which I�ve been doing a lot lately. Adding more on will make my life just peachy. Gawd, I hate being sick.

Black Orpheus
Brazil-France-Italy, 1959, 106 min, dir by Marcel Camus
Transposing the ancient Greek myth (of Orpheus traveling to the underworld to bring back his beloved Eurydice) to modern day Rio de Janeiro during Carnival time, this bitter-sweet romantic tragedy has charmed audiences worldwide with its beauty, colour and above all its convulsive, infectious bossa nova music. A brilliant piece of filmmaking. Winner of the Best Foreign Film Oscar and the Golden Palm at Cannes.

Anyway, I was suppose to go but I�m still coughing like crazy to be able to be out in public what with the SARS thing going on. I�m liable to be stoned to death like that poor soul in China who coughed in public. It is amazing how fear is able to wipe out rationality in a snap. Snap is the operative word here. I can�t imagine how it would feel like to be the victim in the face of humanity�s terror. I�ve been suffering with this coughy phlegmy thing for 9 days now and finally I�m getting better. But I gotta put credit where credit is due and it is not on my shoulders. I cheated. I went to see the doctor on Saturday and she gave me puriton and bisolvar (I have no idea what this one is as I can�t read that horrible writing!) and some sort of cough medicine with ventolin mixed in. The Ventolin is helping me curb my asthmatic wheezing, but the cough medicine is making me cough non-stop. So many people have been nagging me to go see a doc, and in the end I must admit that it was Chuo Ren who got through to me�by scaring me! He diagnosed me over chat and then berated me for not doing something about it. He said I definitely had a bacterial infection. Then he said �You don't want it to be a strep throat and end up not treating it,� and that made me think. So I went to the doctor the next day and thank goodness it wasn�t anything bad. Lee Hoon couldn�t believe it took somebody on the other side of the world to convince me to go see the doctor. =P She muttered something about stubborn and bullheaded, dunno�go figure. Hee hee�

Chuo Ren is a childhood and family friend. He is studying medicine in Canada now and he�s a great guy. I think he�ll probably settle down in Canada with his girlfriend. I miss the guy. He used to be one of my closest friend but we sorta went our own way and sorta lost touch a few years back. Plus he is super busy with his studies and all now but we still chat online from time to time. *shrug* People come in and out of your life for a reason. Wonder what his is� or rather mine in others...

I.t i.s n.o.t w.o.r.k.i.n.g

Arrgh! Been trying to figure out why my comments section is NOT working! It's driving me crazy not being able to solve this. Someone has it out for me.. I know it....

...1 hour later...

Hah, I knew it. It wasn't my error but the template's. At the end, I couldn't take anymore debugging so I decided to change my template and voila, it worked. Sigh, if only I did this earlier. *_*

Enetation.co.uk I salute you

Zona finally showed me how to add on the Comments section after much confusion on my part and frustration on hers. All this time I din't know that I couldn't just take someone's codes and just copy it onto my site =P. This explains soooo much. I was cracking my head as to how Blogger was gonna host my comment site. Sheesh! I can't believe I showed my blond roots... Seriously appalling. Geez, thank goodness it was Zona and not some tech geek. But then some might consider zona a tech geek. And being a tech geek is cool these days too. =) But I finally have a Comments section! Cha cha cha cha cha.....!

zona marie says:
girl
Sharon says:
just went in and got from templates section
zona marie says:
you cant simply take someone's code n do it...
zona marie says:
enetation hosts the comments for u
zona marie says:
like a guestbook
Sharon says:
I SEEEEEEEE
zona marie says:
bleh
Sharon says:
hai
Sharon says:
no wonder
zona marie says:
=P
Sharon says:
I've been cracking my head thinking how on earth was blogger gonna host it for me
Sharon says:
sheesh
zona marie says:
(lots of laughing emoticons here)
Sharon says:
yes rub it in... laugh at me
zona marie says:
n i've been going crazy
Sharon says:
sorry
zona marie says:
was gonna jump into my comp to help u

Don't worry about it

Lee Hoon says that I say "Don't worry about it" and "No worries" a lot. It wasn't a critisism but rather an observation. I put it all down to time spent among aussies. However, after much thought, I concluded that that wasn't what she meant - the consistency - but rather the reason behind that consistency. My only answer is that I get dissapointed quite often by my friends. Wonder what that means in relation to me as a person? Am I not up to snuff that I just don't fit into others' plans or does it mean I'm a pushover? Should I be more aggresive, but then someone said I'm quite aggresive as it is already. Random thoughts all emerging from their banished corners; means I'm ready for bed. Nite all.... *big dog yawn*

The great works of Willy

Zona and I went to see The Complete Works of William Shakespeare (Abridged). Zona got the tickets for free from Phillipa Yoong (She used to be our champion water skier and she is Alexander Yoong�s sister� if you don�t know who HE is then you are not Malaysian.) Love you Zon! She�s got great contacts that girl. =P *hugs* How could I turn down such a great opportunity? Hee hee� Zona picked me up early so that we could have dinner at December Mont Kiara. She knows the chef and my fettuccine salmone was superb. *smack lips* Well, everything salmon is out of this world for me. Hmm� why the term �out of this world� when clearly salmons spawn down here on earth? Anyway back to the itinerary. After dinner we pointed the wheel towards the Securities Commission Auditorium at Bukit Kiara and picked up our delightful Complimentary tickets at the counter. The seats in the auditorium were arranged very well indeed. No one was blocked by any fruit-laden hats a�tall. Everyone had a good view of the stage as the spacious seats were raised high and bolted to a steep 70-degree angle to the stage. I honestly didn�t know what to expect and I certainly didn�t expect what I saw for the next 97 minutes. The play was hilarious. It wasn�t so much so the plots that was funny but the interpretations of old and new jumbled together by the talented cast of Ezra Bix, Tim Schwerdt and Berynn Schwerdt; aussies. (Figures) Only Aussies can come up with such a funny and twisted version as this. =D They really took the deadly seriousness of Shakespeare�s work out and injected the play with a fusion of the new, the current and the politically correctness of today�s world. They have also adapted some scenes with some Malaysian flavour like singing in Malay and taking a jab at Singaporeans which we are wont to do most times. And there was the �please put all your money in HSBC bit� thrown in at the last minute! HSBC is the sponsor. Cute! I was laughing so much that I almost choked. Plus I had to constantly wipe my eyes as I was almost crying in laughter. The entire theater was awash in tears I tell ya. It was brilliantly done this play! I strongly urge you guys who have not seen it to go see it! The last day is this week Friday. After the play, we met up with Andy and his friends at Dharoos. My gawd I felt so old sitting among those college students. Bah� I am no longer a student. Wish I could scrap off the 03 in my ISIC student card and pen in 05 or something. Certainly will allow me more movie privileges. =P

Glue days of old

I've forgotten how fun it is to peel stuff off my body. All this peeling reminds me of those times when I was young when I would smear a light layer of glue over the back of my hand, wait until it dried and peel it off for fun. I wonder if glue is liable to seep into our skin and poison us... if that is the case, then I guess my number will be up soon. @_@ But I must say the action of peeling stuff off is most therapeutic, almost soothing to the inner senses. It must be the peeling action and the result of a perfectly peeled layer and all. I'm a weirdo. I thought I was the only one who did this glue thing but I'm not, coz the little girl in Amelie, the french film does it as well. Amazing, give children glue the world over and they still do the same thing with it besides glueing paper together. Hooray for evolution...

Tourist questions for Australia

My sis Lee Na emailed me this little stomach twister earlier. Have a read. Remember, this is for laughs... I don't know for sure if this was really
posted on the Australian Tourism Website for real but obviously the answers came from an Aussie... =P

PS. re: question 18... i think Australia has some of the deadliest snakes in
the world... according to The Crocodile Hunter, at least!

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Question 1: Does it ever get windy in Australia? I have never seen it rain
on TV, so how do the plants grow? (UK)

Answer: We import all plants fully grown and then just sit around watching
them die.
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Question 2: Will I be able to see kangaroos in the street? (USA)

Answer: Depends how much you've been drinking
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Question 3: I want to walk from Perth to Sydney - can I follow the railroad
tracks? (Sweden)

Answer: Sure, it's only three thousand miles, take lots of water...
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Question 4: Is it safe to run around in the bushes in Australia? (Sweden)

Answer: So its true what they say about Swedes.
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Question 5: It is imperative that I find the names and addresses of places
to contact for a stuffed porpoise. (Italy)

Answer: Let's not touch this one.
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Question 6: Are there any ATMs (cash machines) in Australia? Can you send me
a list of them in Brisbane, Cairns, Townsville and Hervey Bay? (UK)

Answer: What did your last slave die of?
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Question 7: Can you give me some information about hippo racing in
Australia? (USA)

Answer: A-fri-ca is the big triangle shaped continent south of
Europe. Aus-tra-lia is that big island in the middle of the pacific which
does not... oh forget it. Sure, the hippo racing is every Tuesday night in
Kings Cross. Come naked.
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Question 8: Which direction is North in Australia? (USA)

Answer: Face south and then turn 90 degrees. Contact us when you get here
and we'll send the rest of the directions.
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Question 9: Can I bring cutlery into Australia? (UK)

A: Why? Just use your fingers like we do.
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Question 10: Can you send me the Vienna Boys' Choir schedule? (USA)

Answer: Aus-tri-a is that quaint little country bordering
Ger-man-y, which is...oh forget it. Sure, the Vienna Boys Choir plays every
Tuesday night in Kings Cross, straight after the hippo races. Come naked.
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Question 11: Do you have perfume in Australia? (France)

A: No, WE don't stink.
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Question 12: I have developed a new product that is the fountain of youth.
Can you tell me where I can sell it in Australia (USA)

Answer: Anywhere significant numbers of Americans gather.
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Question 13: Can I wear high heels in Australia? (UK)

Answer: You are a British politician, right?
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Question 14: Can you tell me the regions in Tasmania where the female
population is smaller than the male population? (Italy).

A: Yes, gay nightclubs.
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Question 15: Do you celebrate Christmas in Australia? (France)

Answer: Only at Christmas.
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Question 17: Are there supermarkets in Sydney and is milk available all
year round? (Germany)

Answer: No, we are a peaceful civilisation of vegan hunter gatherers. Milk
is illegal.
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Question 18: Please send a list of all doctors in Australia who can
dispense rattlesnake serum. (USA)

Answer: Rattlesnakes live in A-meri-ca which is where YOU come
from. All Australian snakes are perfectly harmless, can be safely handled
and make good pets.
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Question 19: I have a question about a famous animal in Australia, but I
forget its name. It's a kind of bear and lives in trees. (USA)

Answer: It's called a Drop Bear. They are so called because they
drop out of gum trees and eat the brains of anyone walking underneath them.
You can scare them off by spraying yourself with human urine before you go
out walking.
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Question 21: I was in Australia in 1969 on R+R, and I want to contact the
girl I dated while I was staying in Kings Cross. Can you help? (USA)

Answer: Yes, and you will still have to pay her by the hour.
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Question 22: Will I be able to speak English most places I go? (USA)

Answer: Yes, but you'll have to learn it first.

All I need is a tweezer...

I've started peeling on my shoulders and it is B.A.D. I emerged from a hot shower at my gym to a horrible sight - the water droplets not sliding down my skin as gravity dictates, but instead stuck like seedpods on my skin. Euuyuck� Another lady saw my shoulders and tsked sympathetically. So tomorrow my chore for the day is to peel my dead skin off with tweezers. I tried rubbing it off but it only chaff my new pink skin. The dead skin comes off very well if peeled with tweezers � in big brown chunks. =/

Starting gym
I started going to Phillip Wain officially on May 1st and I just got back from another calories busting session. Gosh I�m glad I finally bought membership � I feel darn good after a couple of hours of workout, and darn sexy too. It�s weird. I feel really, really good after each visit. After sweating and all I get to pamper myself to a hot massaging shower, then a steam sauna then a cold shower right after. Makes me feel fresh and sexy after. =P
I did a session of AeroKick and it was fantastic! It is just basically just boxing stance and moves incorporated into an aerobic session. It was fun. Learning to punch and all makes me make my dreams into reality and take up boxing lessons. Vijay thought it was very �war-like� of me to be so�. �aggressive�. What can I say? I have always like boxing (not sparring) but just boxing as a workout. I think it is cool.

I went to Lee Hoon�s office at Midvalley and we had to use the stairs as the elevators were not in operation. The moment we stepped into the stairwell, we were assaulted by the smell of urine. I really can�t comprehend how anyone could still be this backward and live in KL. This is a shopping mall, there are toilets galore. Pick one for goodness sake! But these stoooopid people are so inconsiderate and retarded that they piss in the stairwell of a Mega Mall. It really ticks me off that Malaysians are still so backward. These vandals really does have a kampung mentality that everyone thinks. If that is the case, they should be kept in cages until they are taught the fundamentals of hygiene and respect for property other than their own. It is things like this that makes me ashamed to be a part of Malaysia. Another good source of the urine could also be someone who came from across the Straights of Malacca. We all know whom. Gosh I�m really mad.

The Phoenix comes alive!

Went to watch X-Men 2 at TGV, KLCC with Vijay yesterday night. My gawd, the crowds� It felt like every KLite was congregated in that limited space of the TGV lobby. It was impossible to breathe, plus the theater was not ready as it should have been, thus the movie was delayed by 15mins, and consequently, everyone was jammed at the entrance to the theaters. And that is why I never go to TGV KLCC, but it was the only place that had tickets left for X-Men 2. Blech� I know I�m never going there again. I�ll stick to the comforts of GSC, Midvalley. The movie was good. But I don�t remember Ice Man ever being together with the X-men� plus Rogue and Bobby never got together� Rogue (in the comics) grew up and fell in love with The Archangel� a gorgeous piece of male specimen too� hee hee. These moviemakers really do twist and turn to their liking the original materials, don�t they? But I�m glad they might be including the Phoenix in the future. I wish they featured more of Lady Deathstrike. She was cool even though she was not in the comics, I think. Anyway, she was cool. They should have included more of her fighting scenes instead of those last 5 minutes in the end. And they killed her off, defeated by Wolverine, an inferior. Blech. Her adamantium was way cooler than Wolverine�s. =P

Later after the movie we wanted to go to Bangsar but there weren�t any available parking space (methinks everyone from the movie had the same idea�) so we detoured to Mont Kiara instead and sat at Lapas for drinks and talk. I didn't talk much I think. My throat was itchy and scratchy. Plus I drank orange juice for dinner futher aggravating my throat.... sigh... should have known better. Vijay did most of the talking. I was feeling tired and sleepy by then. Then this morning I woke up to a full-blown croaky throat. It was bad. I couldn't even say anything until I had a mug of hot Milo. So I slept in until 1pm when Lee Hoon woke me up to asked if I wanted to go to the gym. At first I just rolled over and croaked what I hoped sounded like a No, then I thought about it for a few minutes and decided the workout will do me good. So I rolled my fat self outta bed and trudge to get ready. Boy was I glad I went - came out feeling all fresh and sexy again. =P

Change is never easy

Be it something important or be it a trivial matter, but bringing change to what ever it may be is never easy. If it is easy that how worth it is it to change it? Do we change it for the better or do wwe change ot for the worst? Better yet, do we usually change it just for the heck of it? Sigh. Just some random thoughts swirling about in my head... usually a sure sign I'm ready for bed. I shall carry them to my pallet and wade through them. Nite all.