Indulge.

It's early in the morning.

It is a crime to be in office.

1) Tomorrow's a sad holiday (Whaa? You're telling me you are seeing Merdeka spirit everywhere?)
2) I got in before 8:30am.

My weekend was rather a sad one. Let's see what I did? I watched Grown Ups. It was alright. I try very hard to enjoy Men's Humour but at times I just don't get it. This was borderline. But oddly I did enjoy yesterday though.

Began horribly. My evil spoilt Spot barked like there's no tomorrow. So I HAD to get up. On a Sunday. Oh and my dear Kadazan + Nikilesh abandoned me through BBM for pork noodles cause my grandma landed in my house. Damned. Then my mom made me run away with her. We ended up shopping. It was really funny cause I made my mom ridicule herself. We thought it was funny though. Got back home. Dad dragged me to Klang though technically I wanted to go to the dentist. Stayed there for like an hour waiting for the damn dentist and the consultation was like 5 minutes or less. Lazy dentist. Then came all the way back, rolled around in bed.. had milk. And soon got ready for dinner. Yeah, in Klang.

Damn you Klang. It was a loooong birthday dinner *snooze* I took picture of the suckling pig cause I thought it looked amusing. I was feeling weird cause my grandma was there. Then had short coffee and then the night was just long.





They played this song on loop at least 10 times. And I thought the singer was really pretty. And yeah. Haha.. THAT WAS HARD WORK!

I didn't mean to blog what I just blogged. It doesn't even relate to the title. Ahh forget it. I no longer feel like it.

King.

So what's so great about men other than probably we need their sperm?

Okay, we do enjoy the other half's love and what not. Especially if you really can't just simply like the same sex.
Backtracking, in the age old days, men rule females. Their entire miserable span of life and we females are just slaves.

We've come far from that, but it is still similar. Some people just can't let go of the horrid past.

I've came across the article about female genital mutilation years back, in Reader's Digest. It was about a successful model who went through that torture back in her younger years. Had bigger dreams, ran away, did not know that people pee streams not drips. Deafening pain each time, till one day faint from the pain, brought to the docs, immediate surgery as she have been severely infected. [Link to article]

WHO CAME UP WITH THE FRIGGIN IDEA TO CUT OF FEMALE'S CLITORIS OR DAMAGE IT (cutting of a slight bit is still the same damn thing.)?! WHO CAME UP WITH THE IDEA TO SEW UP THE DAMN VAGINA HOLE (minimizing it) - leaving one small pee hole and one small period.

Thanks for being oh so selfish and kind. Helping us to CONTROL ourselves. To make sure we SAVE ourselves for you men. To make sure we don't have the NEED to cheat on you buggers.

It is one thing to do it back then. It is a WHOLE other thing to do it in this generation. Are you kidding me?

Sorry but this works me up EACH time I come across it. And women who supports this senseless torture, thanks for being a canvas nodder.

If you have the heart to mutilate your child, it also means that you just made her a sex slave. She will have NO gain in the sex life that she may have later on in her years. Her body will purely be for her man's enjoyment.

Now, dwell in that thought.
Hi Friday, how kind of you to join me.

Loop.

Why am I not surprised when this happens?

But yet I still take it personally.

Then again, it is personal.

Ribbons and bows.

I like where this is going..

9 to 5.

Technically, people have a 8 to 5 or 9 to 6 job. But I don't exactly know why people like to say 9 to 5.

But I do it anyway. It must be the tunes.

Well of course I've a problem when my thoughts are running a 9 to 5.

Oh. Just particular ones.

Play pretend.

Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars?

I could really use a wish right now.

- Airplanes.

Tweetjack.

Do you know what's our office famous for?

Tweetjacking.

THE ones who don't ever get tweetjack would be, the 2 bosses (that is because they make it a habit to LOCK THEIR COMPS) and the tech team, because you probably don't wanna mess with the people behind the scenes.

Every now and then (now more than ever), you would see something funky on the twitterverse.

For example:
1) I eat magic mushrooms every Wednesday to grow tall.
2) Justin Bieber was a hot topic at one point.
3) I know gays were involved.

Anyway here's an example of tweetjack (stolen from Fresh =))



And here's what other people noticed:



It's really funny when you do it to someone.
But not really funny when you answer a call, which SO HAPPENS to be ringing ONLY on a line phone. And you are stuck there watching your twitter being raped. People laughing at your reaction. And you have to maintain your cool cause you are on the phone with a client. And this client decides to keep you on the phone for a full 10 mins. And all you CAN DO is throw EVERYTHING you can to stop them.

Thanks guys. *smacks dead*

The list.

Who's first on the list? I guess it depends. It depends on maybe, the intensity of the need.

You know how men like to use the line "But it's work."

Well my dear, what about this, "But it's our relationship."

*bows out*

Silence.

It's imploding when the one who matters most..

isn't right by here.

Crash & Burn.

I've not touched this space for a while.

There's a glich.

Not so tiny one.

Some people are born with lucky bones.

Just thought of that.

*insert own title*

I do not know what to write.

With a million and one things to be better at.

I do not know where to begin.

Horrific crisis.

And can't find the reason why.

If I could say how I really feel.

A song is playing on TV - American Idol right at this moment.
It'd been a while since I last stayed in the office with almost nobody here.
I think Adam Lambert is annoying.

Anyway

As I said.. at times...... there would be a deer who will stare right at me... and I just can't stop looking.

No longer could anyway.

Misery.

Hi. I'd been away. Lost in my own little bubble of a place called world. But I'll be around.

Reedit.

I wrote a previous post that included pictures that weren't suppose to be taken. I didn't know.

We maybe dysfunctional. But.. it was most surprising when there wasn't a dry eye as it got closer to sealing the coffin.

And they HAD to hire a band. *death stare* Playlist was the songs that he love of course. Think his (granddad) off-pitch voice's still ringing in our ears. But when this song came on...:

Oh yes he really did. He truly really did.

Anyway, here's what I have of the funeral now. I've to miss the 7th day well cause, duty calls. I must admit it is sad. Regardless of what he did TILL THE VERY DAMN LAST MINUTE.. he's still my granddad. The only one I know. The only one who weaved tales. The only one I grow up to learn the truth. The only one who I can't stand most of the time. The only one who gambled his fortune away. The only one who bragged about all of us to whoever had an ear. The only one who is the best poser in the world. The only one who lost all his teeth at 7. The only one who thought he would live forever. The only one with who could still charm a woman at 85. The only one who is making my memories of him go haywire. Regardless of how much  mess and secret we will unveil and deal with soon.. thank you for being around.


*i'm being forced feed at this moment* Will update with rest of pics soon.

I would like to...

extend my greetings to:

Thanks. For deliberately forgetting me.
Never cease to prove me wrong.

Screw today.

It's my birthday.

My granddad passed away.

My other life is being the most wonderous unfair lie.

If you know me well enough, you would know what I am implying.

Sigh. Remember the octopus story? It just HAS to be that way.