friendsterization

Got a mail from Friendster reminding me that today’s is Liz’s birthday. And I was like: Liz? which Liz? wait..I don’t even know a Liz.

So, that’s friendsterization for you – adding people you barely know, or better still, don’t know at all, on your friend’s list. I fall victim into the make-believe fact that the number of ppl u have in ur Friendster friend’s list is proportionate to ur sociability or popularity level.

Unwilling to be a shallow person, I decided to do a spring cleaning of my Friendster friend’s list, but that got me into thinking whether I should clean up my phone contacts as well. But then things got complicated, as in I’m unable to determine the expiry date of the contacts in my list. I mean, if u didn’t use a number for a year, is it okay to delete it? Cos you see, unlike Friendster, I don’t simply add the numbers of people I don’t know into my phone. So its either my kindergarden school friend or my second cousin’s cousin. Which both I didn’t use for several years (maybe never even been used) but may be useful somewhere in the future, at least I thought it was important enough to add it into my phone book at the first place…

I know it’s a bit way off track, but at that moment I felt like God, trying to decide who’ll live.. Haha… However, it also make me feel that it’s cruel to just simply kill off ppl, I mean delete the contacts. So I decided to let everyone live. Judgement day will come when heaven’s too crowded. Haha. (Please pardon my insanity, its the power-craving me talking).

I’m bored, and crazy…

Apparently the cute guy I mentioned wasn’t the least interested in me. He just want to sell his cam.

Yeah, like i didn’t know.

Ok, enough about that. Let’s pursue some other topics. Like how I used the new cam to take a cool pic of me in black & post it on Friendster. Ha ha. Feels & look like Men In Black. or The Matrix. Ha Ha.

Ya, I know it’s vain. I just can’t help it.

Life’s Good. (I hope I didn’t sound like I’m promoting LG everytime I say this.)

Oats are for Goats.

4.30 pm. office. overtime. hungry.

OK, the title’s not what I want to say exactly. Just want to write it out cos it rhymes.

Oats are for cows, and horses. They shouldn’t make up all the bull shit thing saying that it is good for your digestion and feed it to human. At least not me.

I was so hungry. But all the thing left in my ‘food drawer’ is the 3-in-1 oat thingy. In fact, I had a whole 30 packets of them. which i shouldnt’t buy before figuring out whether I can eat oat or not.

I figured that out on the first packet. On one fine day, the day after I went shopping for the oat thingy, I had my oat breakfast. Turns out it’s so bad for me that my good body rejects it with all their might, making me vomit all of it, together with my lunch.

So now, I have oat-phobia.

Tell me, what’s worse than being a hungry oat-phobian who is left with 29 packets of oaty 3-in-1 drinks?

Being a horse I guess. But at least i can eat grass if I’m a horse & I’m hungry!

Oh, stupid oats!

An exciting encounter

6.00pm. PC Fair, KLCC. Buying a digital cam.

What a cute guy. Should’ve act as if I come to this booth for the first time and then get him to explain the function of the cam, and have the pleasure of looking at him without being too obvious on the staring part…which I really hope wasn’t obvious when I did it …
I’m helplessly female in the getting the cheapest deal in shopping context. Always having the ‘the-next-booth-will-have-a-much-better-deal’ type of thinking. But then it’s good that I’m like that, or else I’ll miss this wonderful encounter, ha ha.

Yeah, I regret it the minute I told him the other guy had explained the function to me earlier. Stupid me.

But then, being a fast thinker as I am, I did come up with several questions, which the answers I didn’t hear nor care.

I realised that when one focus intently on something with one of their sensory organ, all the others will cease to function. I was really lost in nowhere when he ask me on my credit card. I was like ‘humm?’, when he repeated that I need to give him my card. I hope I wasn’t caught in the act. Even if he realised I think he pretended he didn’t.
Anyway, I did get his number at the end.

I walked away with a new digi cam in hand, wishing earnestly I need to buy more. Ha ha.

Training…con’t

11.26 am. training room. office. ISO training after yhe 6 sigma training.

I’m soo not getting this. So hard to even focus. What with my sluggish and murkish brain…

My feet is half inside dreamland. My brain whole.

I have to write this to keep the rest of my body out.

Training…

10.26 am. training room. office. having the six sigma traning.

I’ll die of boredom. Or from extreme sleepiness. Or both.

Actually all they want to say is: do NO wrong.

As if I, or we; as human, is perfect.

what is it with short surnames?

OK, the Wayn website didnt let me register because of my surname which they think is too short to be true…Guess what, a box pop out stating “we cannot proceed, surname must have at least 5 characters”….And THAT, is AFTER i meticulously fill in the boxes with my details & correcting several other mistakes whereby when I press ‘enter’ other box will pop out stating something like ‘ we cannot proeed, city/town cannot be empty’…

Why couldn’t they just list down all the mistakes & can/can’ts in the first box so that I dun have to reach the final box to know that this is the umpteen mistakes I’ve made & maybe I still got some which I wont know before I press ‘enter’. For that matter, what the heck do the Wayn operator have against people with 4-letters-surname? So what if someone decided to name their child with a 2-letter-name & that eventually will become someone’s surname if that person with the 2-letter-name decided to have child later on?? Heck, for all I care, people can name their child with one lettered name (& that’s not impossible in oour era where people who name their child with names like tiger, woods, cheese, etc etc).

So now I’m being discriminated because I have surname that is too short?

Ok, so what’s with all this uproar over such a little thing, one can simply create a surname for thee web you say. I know that, but you cannot just simply come up with a surname for yourself in a second. Its not like you can simply add an ’s’ or any letter at the end of ur surname to make it longer – well I actually tought of that but it seems weird, & stupid, not to mention belittling my father & my ancestors…on the other hand, u cannot just simply change ur surname just because the web doesnt let u use ur real surname…Besides, that’s the point they hv the ’surname cant be too short’ regulation – so that ppl can’t cheat on their names…or it wasn’t? That the purpose was just to piss me off?

So, i thought the better of it & didn’t proceed to register. Stupid website. I will always use my real & only surname, thank you.

looking

Pursuing one’s dream, to do what oone always wanted to. liked to…

I’m those kind of person that live in the present tense. I live for now, for this moment, whatever happens next is the least of my concern, at least not for a few months…I always think that things iin the future will take care of itself, no matter how much I worry & brood over it now, something that’s gonna happen will happen, & somethings that’s not gonna happen wont. So I always try to not to be to worried for the future. But at some pint of your life, you have to start to plan on the future, one cannot be so carefree anymore, one have to plan.

But…I have faith in God, so i think I can still afford to let things go at their own will

My love of literature

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I want to be an angel, but I don’t want to die. I don’t want to stay in heaven either.

Elves is like dragons. They are not exactly invicible, its just that they have a long lifespan. And hard to kill.

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I’m a big fan of literature. Not classics, more on those modern ones, like Kubo Tite’s Bleach poem, like fantasy books wording, like blogs, like sentences in songs…I simply love to read, and want to keep & engrave those beautiful sentences in my mind. To keep it, and own it, as befitting of human nature – to love and want to own all things beautiful.

I always wonder how someone can write something so beautiful, so enticing, it makes your heart throb, makes you feel it, just by reading. I think that’s where my urge of writing comes from, so that one day I’ll be able to mesmerise people with my words.

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…I can’t…I really can’t…It’s my last time to see you and I’m…I’m terrible aren’t I…Kurosaki kun, you know, I…had a lot of things I wanted to do…

I want to be a teacher…I also want to be an astronaut…and also make my own cake shop…I want to go to Mister Doughnut’s and say ‘ I’ll have them all! ”…And I want to go to Thirthy-One and say “ I’ll have them all too! ” Ohhh..I wish I could live life five times over!

Then, I’d be born in five different cities, I’d stuff myself with different delicious things five times each, I’d have five different jobs…and then for those five times…I’d fall in love with the same person.

…Thank you, Kurosaki-kun… Good bye.

- Bleach, chapter 237, Good Bye Halycon Days –

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my stupid nail…

I’ve always been proud with my finger nail – all the right & nice shape but most importantly it’s strong, nothing I do can broke it (that includes washing the clothes with hand)…that is until today…whereby I was putting on the newly washed bedsheet on the stupid matress, those thick & heavy kind which was nice to sleep on but makes people feel like they’re better off sleeping on the floor everytime the bedsheet needs changing.

Anyway, i was in the task of slipping the bedsheet on one corner of the matress, to make things worse its the corner beside the wall which doesn’t give u much space to stand so that u have to stand on the matress and put the bedsheet on it at the same time, I know its sounds impossible (made me think that I’ll be capable to perform some balancing act at the circus if I do this more often). I was succesful a few times before, but today the matress somehow stupidly slipped from my hand & brushed my forefinger nail on the right hand that was holding it just a few seconds before. Although I didnt feel any pain there & then, I’m definitely sure that I hurt myself, took a look on the forefinger & bingo! Blood is oozing out from below the nailbed – red, thick & dark blood. But no pain whatsoever. I think the nerve’s been damaged, or it’s just simply that the pain stimulus is way over the detectable threshold of my nerve, u know, something like when the energy’s too much the electricel device go haywire cause it can’t handle it….Took a tissue to wrap my finger & press it hard to avoid the unbearable pain that will come eventually, then let it go after some time. Still, no pain, so I decided to continue with my task of putting on the stupid bedsheet over the stupid matress, taking care of not using my right forefinger, thus the stupidly impossible task becomes more stupidly hard. But i managed to finish it, with the conclusion that this is the hardest chore I ever did in my life.

Time to tend to my forefinger – I unwrap & examine it, suprised to see that the fingernail is as good as new, I expect it to be broken… I can clearly see the line where the nail broke from the flesh, the source of the oozing blood. That’s the moment when for the first time in my life I don’t feel proud for the hardness of my nail, instead I felt that it is stupidly hard, it should broke at the edge – the nailbed wont be wounded if it did; but instead it is intact and pull the nailbed – flesh & all with it.

Stupidly hard nail.

I washed the wound with clear water, wondering if I should cut the nail because it is so stupid, besides the fact that a short nail will be more easy to look out for while having a wound in the nailbed. But I think that it’ll be painful if I cut it now, as it will move the wound too, besides it didn’t hurt anymore, & the bleeding had stopped. So I decided against it & just wash the nail clean.

The moral of the story is: everything is the way they are for a reason – a nail that broke easily is a protective function to prevent the nailbed from getting hurt, something like a lizard’s tail…So my fingernail that’s harder than everyone elses’ isn’t necessarily a good thing, except when I’m showing my lovely manicured long nail to friends that always have those short stubby nail because it does a very good work in protecting their nailbed.
My stupid but nice nail.