Zeleep.

Sara Khoo always gets her beauty sleep.
Or at least I choose to think so. *snickers*

I on the other hand, choose to stay up till I'm knocked dead tired. BAD BAD choice.

BTW, have you met her dog? Kobe? He's the beef! Seriously. He showed her karma (she laughed at Spot biting/spoiling/ruining my shoes, & of course it happened to her). And he showed her humour (he bit her number plate. Twice.).

Sara and I love the sloth. We think the sloth is like the best indian movie ever! Eh, serious okay, it even involves romance and swirls and peeping tom.. ahahhahahaha... okay enough.

I need my zeleep. Apparently I MUST attend tomorrow's event or I'll be sliced and diced verbally.

*nods nods*

Mix.

Grouchy. Probably that's what I've been for a fair bit.

Nothing that can't be fixed.

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I still have not watched Alice & The Wonderland.

Uh oh..

It was one of those 5 questions.

We all know what's worth fighting for.

And this is filed under that category.

Fear.

When you feel like you love someone more than he loves you, it can make you a little crazy.

It can make you a lot crazy.

- Teddy, Grey's Anatomy.

Typical you.

Sigh........... you would think you know better being my one of best friend and all.
I gave up on weekends.

Think I am going to just press the IGNORE BUTTON from now on.

I have to admit:

That you're kinda sweet.

Ahhh.. why is it so difficultt!!

You silly fool, I love you.

Because if life were that easy:

The world would be over populated.

Simplicity.

Wishing for simplicity would be.......................

sigh.

It's not that difficult honestly. I wish it was more complicated. Then I wouldn't feel bad about it.

bahh..

2nd most annoying thing on earth.

The first most annoying thing on earth would be:

Typical Malaysian drivers.
- Only stop for their own benefit. IE: want your parking space.
- DO YOU KNOW WHAT A ZEBRA CROSSING IS FOR?

The second most annoying thing on earth is:

The Sloth.
- Talks soft and darn slow
- Just in general move real slowly but gangsta style (yupe!)

Grr...

Combustion.

I don't know how to be perfect. I don't know how life gets complicated. I don't like pessimistic. Yet I don't like optimistic. I am a difficult person. Do try to understand me. I want to be alone yet I need to feel that intimate connectivity with someone. I am ridiculously fussy but yet I adapt well. I don't try too hard but maybe I try to little. I have a short temper but yet I have high tolerance for stupidity and idiocity. I prefer things complicated than simple. I don't like to be like everyone else yet I don't want to do much to stand out. I get fed up of people who thinks pretty girls have it easy - pretty girls are judged on more and kept an eye on more. People like to watch them fall. You know how I feel but yet you don't give me what I need. I'm trying roll over white paint on black, but its going to take a while. I have had my heartbrokened and I don't play the game. I am taken for granted all the time - yes, friends are on that list. Most of the time people assume I'll be okay. That I'm cool with it. I didn't know I was/am specially programmed for such. I feel guilty. I feel angry. Is it that time already to push the reset button? I thought I just did a major one. Don't ride me so hard. Yes, I may not be a slum kid in India. I may not be a starving kid in Africa. I may not be an orphan in Haiti. But. Hey, in my books, I matter. So when you sign in your name. Play it by my books. Stop designing your own damn rules.

What's up?

So. Yeah. You broke my best friend's heart.
What the heck are you doing around the block now?

Saying that you broke my best friend's heart, would be putting it too mildly.
Try, hammered, stepped, blended, dragged through soil, spiked, shot, imploded, exploded, burst like a balloon - poked by a pin. A few examples that crossed through my mind. Best part, you did it for a whole year. Maybe two.
Okay fine, why he stuck around for that long? He was hooked (Watch HIMYM Carrie Underwood episode). Hurrah for you. Please note. WAS. Finally it ended. What? 8 months ago?

So please. Buzz the hell off.
You really have no right being around.

Don't ask stupid questions like "Do you miss me?"
But the best part was when you asked for a job at his company.

Gile cool!
Yes, I utterly dislike you for doing what you did. You would too if you met you.

Oh, so you know everything?

So I get this.. assumptions made. In a funny amusing sort of way. Nothing I have against. Go on babbling assuming my side of the conversation. After done.
I'll go "OH SO YOU THINK YOU KNOW EVERYTHING?!! Good, go have a conversation by yourself. You don't need me here."
No, I won't be mad. I do honestly find it amusing.

So anyway, I really love this show called The Women. Here's one of my fav quotes:

It feels like someone kicked you in the stomach, feels like your heart stopped beating, feels like that dream you know the one when you are falling and you want so desperately to wake up before you hit the ground but its all out of your control, you cant trust anything anymore, no one is who they say they are, your life is changed forever, and the only thing to come out of the whole ugly experience is no one will be able to break your heart like that again.

Research.

According to the statistics we (mainly I) gathered, it shows that you require less amount of care/compliment/love/whatever-that-is-nice dosage in order to maintain a steady heart rate and brain functionality.

But have you done your research?

Trust me?

What's the value of trust?
Can you really trust a person?
Can I really trust a person?
Have I really told someone my story?
Everyone still get bits and pieces of my story. Though you managed to get it all.

Today there was a moment where I went "should I just do it?" Do what? I wanted to ask "what's your problem?" If I said "how could you betray me?" Does that sound so highschool? Probably. I recall a sentence from a tv series that went "Do we ever grow out of it (high school)?" & the answer was "No.. I guess not." Regardless of that fact, you do suck btw.

'Don't say I didn't warn you, I may just break your heart.'
No, that's not coming from me.

Getaway.

Alright. Lets talk about my weekend.
I thought Remember Me was a nice romantic film. Haikal was talking about it the previous night, he kept tempting a bunch of us. He said this is a movie he would watch. And.. he hardly ever says that about a rom film.
Got in the cinema sat down, I asked him about it > okay tell me what's so good about it?
Then he said > *more nonsensical temptation*
And I went > okay fine.. is it as good as Dexter's?
Which he replied > YES.
AND I EMOED..!!!!

Whattttttttttttttttttttttttttttt... you take me to see a DEXTER-smacks-you-in-the-face-with-the-ending-type-of show?
Thanks Haikal. Of all weekends.

Then.. I decided to compensate my feelings by watching Up In The Air. Oh yeah, George Clooney being in the movie, didn't help.

And of course Haikal was really amused at my choice of movies and how it all depressed me.
*search for another movie*

Hi Monday!
It's not that I don't look forward to you. It's just funny how I don't despise you.
It is going to be an eventful week.

Meanwhile, I do agree with myself that I constantly dig my own grave.
It's about time I stop.

Quotes:

No one falls in love by choice, it is by chance. No one stays in love by chance, it is by work. And no one falls out of love by chance, it is by choice.

Almost everything you do will seem insignificant, but it is important that you do it.

A man may not always be what he appears to be, but what he appears to be is always a significant part of what he is.

Fingerprint.

No. The office fingerprint reader would NOT read my print.
Go figure. I spend at least 5 minutes trying to get it to read my print before giving up.
Maybe, just maybe it would.
Fat chance.

3 things that I hate.

NUMBER ONE

Streamyx.

NUMBER TWO

Streamyx.

NUMBER THREE

Friggin' STREAMYX.

Do I get to say this?

I love you and what you do.

Getting me to bed.

Yes. It is difficult to get me to bed. Literally.
Ask the exes.

They never can get me to go to bed. *laughs* I fake it sometimes.

I don't really know why I stay up real late, sleep real late, wake up real early, promise to sleep early, burnout, stay up real late, sleep real late (..).

No matter how many times I am told "sleep early".. I rarely do.

But today. I'm real out. Like flat tyre. With missing rims. Its 8:30pm and I'm considering calling it a night.

Things to do tomorrow:

- there was something important. Crap.
- dinner plans.
- wear a maxi dress. Just because I have no meetings tomorrow*big smiles*

I'm so frenchie today. Got the beret and jeggings going on.

Alright. 8:45pm. I need sleep. For once I willingly heading to bed.
Wanna join?

Hey 'it'.

I puke and stumble. And I whine too.

Who am I?

Yupe. I'm with him.

My best friend Thomas asked me once, "Do you realise people stare at us weirdly?"

I replied, "No. Are you sure?"

His explanation was, "Yeah, they do. All the time. You see, they see you and me sitting down hanging together. And that, they already give funny looks. But when Tun walks up and sit with us it would be even more 'tak masuk akal'."

It was not deliberate. It wasn't like, 'lets get one malay, two chinese, three indians'.

We rocked at 6.



Then the branches broke.
Okay ignoring that fact, my point is why stare at us? Because we are not awkwardly mixed? Why us bawling with laughter weird you out?

And yes, I am with Haikal stand alone H. & loving it. What's your deal?

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So right, guys like to get themselves into trouble. The things that they say..

IE: I am only serious from 10am to 6pm. Which made me go "SO YOU ARE SAYING THAT WHEN YOU MEET ME YOU AREN'T? AND EVERYTHING YOU SAY IS A JOKE?

Or we also have those who goes "IM NOT DRUNK!!!" Then go "where's your foot?"

Men. You have to wonder sometimes. Why do they attract us. *thinks* With people like Johnny Depp around. Who could resist.

Time.

*thinks*

Why each and everytime I want to blog, my mood gets killed off?

Thanks.

Maybe talking would do better.

More about 'it'.

There are days where I sparkle. I like 'pats'.

Who am I?

Like, totally.

I like how we connect.

I really like how we connect.

Cheers darling.

Wrong impression.

Wipeout is friggin coffee for me.
Got work to do! Shall update in a bit.



I had Korean BBQ with Jenhan. The beef was REAL good. Nyum.
He then told me if I did not finish the food, I would be shot.

So he paid RM3 for my life. Thanks bambi man.. *laughs*

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I want pelukan perwira beruang. xx

SERIOUSLY?

FFS, seriously?

Fantastic. Wonderful. Just brilliant.

Good. Good. *nods* watch how it works out.

Quote.

I love you. But I don't have to like you right now.

[Andie Anderson - How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days.]

Leelawadee.

Scold self: YOU HAVE  TWITTER FOR MICROBLOGGING!!!!! This is a BLOG!

So I've been told "your blog's becoming a microblogging site". Okay so to make up for it... I shall relate to you this story. I was talking to herobear the other day.. and I decided to change my font. I was bored of Kirsten or something like that....

So I searched.. Guess what I found? THAT!!! 'LEELAWADEE'!!!



A little bit of background information: Leelawadee is a thai name. It is apparently a really gorgeous name. And it so happens to be Chester's (aka my brother who is 14 years old) girlfriend.

This was how it played out:

SUPER EXCITED THAT I FOUND "LEELAWADEE" as a font! Went to Chester's door and knocked on it. *knocks knocks knocks*

Me: TERRR!!!!
Him: Whattt???
Me: What are you doinggg???
Him: What do u want DA????
Me: I FOUND THIS FONT CALLED "LEELAWADEE".
Him: Go away Daa...!!
Me: Do you know what a font is???
Him: Yes..
Me: Well, I found a font on MSN called "LEELAWADEE".
Him: GO AWAYYY DA!!!!!!

*emoes* eeyer kill joy.

So I went back to my seat.. happily chatting away with the world.. Then a minute later he came out..

Him: WHereee??
Me: Huh what? Oh... wait... *shows him* THERE!!!!! So cool rightt??!!!
Him: Ohhh.... Da, you nonsense lah.

He then goes back into his room..

AND I REALISED THIS after he left..

From the corner of my eyes (he was standing by me whilst I find the font for him).. I noticed him using a AHEM baby blanket (his) to wrap around himself like a sarong. But you know.. its SMALL.. so its weird. & he never does it.. it is is precious blanket, he needs it for sleep. WHY would he do that? Then it occured to me.. ahem.. I interrupted. Certain. AHem. STuffS. Action. Or whatever you call it. I mean, fine, I get it that it is boys/men primal needs. BUT if you are doing it half way don't lah busybody!! No wonder he talked to me that way, asking me to go away. Gawds. Eww..

SCARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRED for life.

Shit.