another soulful conversation with karna :)
some people avoid big words.even bigger issues and of course everyone hates the sad stories. you baby...LISTEN and doing what you do best....make me think. and i don't believe its a job hazard :p
OOpps~ did i just refer you to 'baby'? *gulps*
maybe its the synchronized smses or it could be the tingles you make me feel. you DO kiss like a woman! hehehe..but yeah...
the soul, it doesn't want to stay quiet, silent. happy is as happy does baby. ignorance is bliss only when its other people haha! okay..certain people then!
counting the hours love *okay please hurl now* TILL your bongo shift is over~ *sniffsniff*
stay sane,
kittykat
ps: err~~..i'd pass you the biggest bag to throw up into okay? :D SO LOMENTIK buay tahan siak *lolol*
Friday, February 25, 2011
Thursday, February 24, 2011
it IS of course inching closer..
whats happening in mid east to home. the lining up of the crazies and stacking up of the demented!
SHITTE!!!!
how many years before sillypore sinks ehk?
wait?!!
didn't i preach always have plan b?
what the HELL is mine?!
arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!
SHITTE!!!!
how many years before sillypore sinks ehk?
wait?!!
didn't i preach always have plan b?
what the HELL is mine?!
arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!
mork & mindy..hey! jet li now singaporean you know
Ditto smsed me last evening about the flood in the laundry room. We’re playing guess who opened the back windows wide before leaving home game :p i don’t think i did open any windows except for the ones in the balcony because that’s the smoking area. Both gail and ditto is trying to FREAK me out!! The house is immense and could get echo-ey when you’re all alone doing nothing. I’d have the tv on and ditto will have his blackberry on full blast. Just to fill in the void.
The framed picture of the 3 cats on the front door fell off and revealed a small wooden ganesh. We left it off but i noticed it took a LOT of blue tack and black tape to secure the frame over it in the first place. The unit number sums up to 6 and i don’t know what went on in my brains to settle it down on 3?!! Both ways 6 is a mathematically perfect number, and 3 is a prime number? But according to others 7 is the perfect number? Well it’s the damn perspectives again at chaos.
Bongoland news is about bulus (pubic hair found and stated as evidence in the anwar case) and i had to chuckle when i heard about it. At times it can be funny but stretched too long it loses its novelty and becomes truly stupid. I can understand why karna hates to go back there and stay over more than 48 hours. In sillypore, another toddler of 3 died recently from a head butt from unemployed mom’s boyfriend. She vomited on the guy. I see a trend here forming. Ziezie updated facebook with a status about a naked man acting dead on bus no. 170 this morning and i had to recall the naked cleaner from few weeks back. The crazies are stacking up. Then there is the matter of fluff from the recent Sillypore Budget 2011. YEAY! We might not have to pay for TV & radio license fees anymore and i support to boot Ministry of Information, Communications & Arts. Or completely revamp their policies man. Think of the mayhem that will cause haha! More power to the underground arts scene ;) more independents!! Surely Singapore with our size can manage the flow of creativity right? Somehow, i don’t see that happening because where would our art degree holders DO when they graduate? *gulps* just check the vacancies open at www.mica.gov.sg and BEHOLD! More jargon bureaucratic titles and responsibilities:-
e.g :- Job Description : SENIOR MANAGER / MANAGER / ASSISTANT MANAGER (RESEARCH)
Your role will focus on economic research, which includes statistical data collection, analysis and research to support the formulation and review of policies and initiatives in the economic and social sectors under MICA’s purview. You will undertake the design of data collection tools such as surveys, derive implications for MICA’s business areas, and apply statistical methods for modeling and simulating policy impacts. You will also provide guidance and advice to MICA HQ Divisions and Statutory Boards, in areas such as performance measurement and international benchmarking. Your role will involve facilitation of MICA’s strategic planning process and the formulation of annual strategic plans.
But we can’t all be celebrities and the performers lah. And for a bit ‘modeling’?? or is it ‘modelling’? damn it! What about yodelling?! That i can understand. This is what we sillyporeans do best. Think and THINK and thought somemore. THEN let the foreign talents DO *hehehe* nermind if get spelling, grammar all wrong. Its okay because its singlish mah! Unlike you peoples from united world of elsewhere...all rubbish only. England also cannot speak then how am i suppose to order my KFC chicken!
Then i find more and more of us speaking about feeling alien here but at home elsewhere (like Australia!) ehk? Then there it goes again the old adage: the grass is always, ALWAYS GREENER elsewhere. Maybe not bongoland *muehehe* but if you think renting a 2 storey terrace in johor bahru which includes security guards for just RM1200/- as compared to being pigeon-holed here in sillypore as ‘more worth it’. Who the hell cares? Maybe your kids will swear and scream at you for having to wake up at 4am to make it in time for school BUT we have each our own poison. Or try to limit our intake of mild forms of vitriol somehow.
I’m still on a hunt for couplings! But yeah...benny will have to do for now.
Stay sane,
J.amyemeelea
Ps: "We must laugh at man to avoid crying for him."~ Napoleon Bonaparte – MUAHAHAHA! *chokes*
The framed picture of the 3 cats on the front door fell off and revealed a small wooden ganesh. We left it off but i noticed it took a LOT of blue tack and black tape to secure the frame over it in the first place. The unit number sums up to 6 and i don’t know what went on in my brains to settle it down on 3?!! Both ways 6 is a mathematically perfect number, and 3 is a prime number? But according to others 7 is the perfect number? Well it’s the damn perspectives again at chaos.
Bongoland news is about bulus (pubic hair found and stated as evidence in the anwar case) and i had to chuckle when i heard about it. At times it can be funny but stretched too long it loses its novelty and becomes truly stupid. I can understand why karna hates to go back there and stay over more than 48 hours. In sillypore, another toddler of 3 died recently from a head butt from unemployed mom’s boyfriend. She vomited on the guy. I see a trend here forming. Ziezie updated facebook with a status about a naked man acting dead on bus no. 170 this morning and i had to recall the naked cleaner from few weeks back. The crazies are stacking up. Then there is the matter of fluff from the recent Sillypore Budget 2011. YEAY! We might not have to pay for TV & radio license fees anymore and i support to boot Ministry of Information, Communications & Arts. Or completely revamp their policies man. Think of the mayhem that will cause haha! More power to the underground arts scene ;) more independents!! Surely Singapore with our size can manage the flow of creativity right? Somehow, i don’t see that happening because where would our art degree holders DO when they graduate? *gulps* just check the vacancies open at www.mica.gov.sg and BEHOLD! More jargon bureaucratic titles and responsibilities:-
e.g :- Job Description : SENIOR MANAGER / MANAGER / ASSISTANT MANAGER (RESEARCH)
Your role will focus on economic research, which includes statistical data collection, analysis and research to support the formulation and review of policies and initiatives in the economic and social sectors under MICA’s purview. You will undertake the design of data collection tools such as surveys, derive implications for MICA’s business areas, and apply statistical methods for modeling and simulating policy impacts. You will also provide guidance and advice to MICA HQ Divisions and Statutory Boards, in areas such as performance measurement and international benchmarking. Your role will involve facilitation of MICA’s strategic planning process and the formulation of annual strategic plans.
But we can’t all be celebrities and the performers lah. And for a bit ‘modeling’?? or is it ‘modelling’? damn it! What about yodelling?! That i can understand. This is what we sillyporeans do best. Think and THINK and thought somemore. THEN let the foreign talents DO *hehehe* nermind if get spelling, grammar all wrong. Its okay because its singlish mah! Unlike you peoples from united world of elsewhere...all rubbish only. England also cannot speak then how am i suppose to order my KFC chicken!
Then i find more and more of us speaking about feeling alien here but at home elsewhere (like Australia!) ehk? Then there it goes again the old adage: the grass is always, ALWAYS GREENER elsewhere. Maybe not bongoland *muehehe* but if you think renting a 2 storey terrace in johor bahru which includes security guards for just RM1200/- as compared to being pigeon-holed here in sillypore as ‘more worth it’. Who the hell cares? Maybe your kids will swear and scream at you for having to wake up at 4am to make it in time for school BUT we have each our own poison. Or try to limit our intake of mild forms of vitriol somehow.
I’m still on a hunt for couplings! But yeah...benny will have to do for now.
Stay sane,
J.amyemeelea
Ps: "We must laugh at man to avoid crying for him."~ Napoleon Bonaparte – MUAHAHAHA! *chokes*
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
failed at chicken
Cooking didn’t happen yesterday and the almost crawling taxi ride back home in the hard drizzle only made the pounding in my head grow harder *gah!* the windows to the loft was all shut so i’m guessing no one is back yet. I decided to walk up and buy dinner instead. Chicken something my tummy growled so i walked towards the coffeeshop to decide. Then i heard someone calling out for me only to glance at my cousins or are they my uncles? Hrmmm...but i recognised the faces immediately and went up to say hello. Turns out extended family from dad’s side is LIVING UPSTAIRS. It hit me that i’m surrounded by family. It felt quite odd actually.
Haste exit lead to me staright to the western kitchen and ordered half a chicken with sides. It was French fries (soggy and stringy), egg salad that smelt funny with coleslaw which was at best thick with mayonnaise. The girl behind the counter asked if i wanted the roasted or fried chicken and wanting to keep down the fat intake i chose roasted.
BAD BAD BADDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD choice. The chicken smelt funky but i thought it was the humidity and my lost appetite from the ride home. The door was wide open but gates locked ofcourse. The three stone angels kept the heavy doors open. Spunky has a new playpen! And i said a loud hello and heard ditto messing around in the kitchen. He was making noodles with the frozen mix veg from the fridge.
lesson tow self remidner ultimate : DO NOT EAT EVAR AGAIN AT THAT STALL
We both plunked ourselves in front of the huge tv and he recounted the okto shoot at the loft last Monday night. I was away *ahems* for the night but what i heard from diot was they DID shoot through the wee hours of the morning. Ditto counted about 20 people who stared at him throughout till they finally settled on the assumption that he actually LIVED there. the little nyonya dubbed in malay was showing on tv but we had it changed to evening news on cna before settling on a documentary dribbling about on the life of Australian sea lions.
So we had ‘the talk’. It was mostly about how he got his American accent and his family back home. It felt nice to hear him speak so freely even with the drone from the HUGE teevee was blasting away. I shall induct the boy into dinner with no teevee soon enough thats my goal! The hammering in my head subsided in the hot shower that followed and while we both continued later about superman vs batman (very very geeky convo) gail had already came back. He joined us to add on to the geek factor before we took timeout for another episode of ‘how i met your mother’!!
I think my books were MOLESTED! Yet i don’t see any missing SO FAR. There were gaps where books should be and they were all neither here nor there. i note that they fingered my historical romance books most. Hope it was a girl hurhurhur...i reread brida and then the witch of Portobello to sleep. Kama had good news about being in a panel for the UN. On that note plus parting goodnight from ditto that went ‘thanks for being mom amy’ i slept and didn’t want to wake up!
Stay sane,
j.amyemeelea
ps: you’re cool amerindo boy. I bet you have superpowers! GO READ AYN RAND LARGH! :p
People create their own questions because they are afraid to look straight. All you have to do is look straight and see the road, and when you see it, don't sit looking at it - walk.
Ayn Rand
Haste exit lead to me staright to the western kitchen and ordered half a chicken with sides. It was French fries (soggy and stringy), egg salad that smelt funny with coleslaw which was at best thick with mayonnaise. The girl behind the counter asked if i wanted the roasted or fried chicken and wanting to keep down the fat intake i chose roasted.
BAD BAD BADDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD choice. The chicken smelt funky but i thought it was the humidity and my lost appetite from the ride home. The door was wide open but gates locked ofcourse. The three stone angels kept the heavy doors open. Spunky has a new playpen! And i said a loud hello and heard ditto messing around in the kitchen. He was making noodles with the frozen mix veg from the fridge.
lesson tow self remidner ultimate : DO NOT EAT EVAR AGAIN AT THAT STALL
We both plunked ourselves in front of the huge tv and he recounted the okto shoot at the loft last Monday night. I was away *ahems* for the night but what i heard from diot was they DID shoot through the wee hours of the morning. Ditto counted about 20 people who stared at him throughout till they finally settled on the assumption that he actually LIVED there. the little nyonya dubbed in malay was showing on tv but we had it changed to evening news on cna before settling on a documentary dribbling about on the life of Australian sea lions.
So we had ‘the talk’. It was mostly about how he got his American accent and his family back home. It felt nice to hear him speak so freely even with the drone from the HUGE teevee was blasting away. I shall induct the boy into dinner with no teevee soon enough thats my goal! The hammering in my head subsided in the hot shower that followed and while we both continued later about superman vs batman (very very geeky convo) gail had already came back. He joined us to add on to the geek factor before we took timeout for another episode of ‘how i met your mother’!!
I think my books were MOLESTED! Yet i don’t see any missing SO FAR. There were gaps where books should be and they were all neither here nor there. i note that they fingered my historical romance books most. Hope it was a girl hurhurhur...i reread brida and then the witch of Portobello to sleep. Kama had good news about being in a panel for the UN. On that note plus parting goodnight from ditto that went ‘thanks for being mom amy’ i slept and didn’t want to wake up!
Stay sane,
j.amyemeelea
ps: you’re cool amerindo boy. I bet you have superpowers! GO READ AYN RAND LARGH! :p
People create their own questions because they are afraid to look straight. All you have to do is look straight and see the road, and when you see it, don't sit looking at it - walk.
Ayn Rand
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
masak gasak day!
whenever overseas and being asked who and what i am (includes the where), i'm inclined to introduce myself as singaporean first and then malay second. i don't get sentimental listening to majulah singapura now but i can name more or less 80% of the so called celebrities who sing ‘this is home’?? on local tv! dick lee, rahimah rahim, sheikh haikal and Jacinta! :p well, this is a born and bred sillypore gal/guy *teeeheehee* mah~
but recently after gail asked me what is singapore’s national food/local food (ROJAK!? Chillicrab!!) and numerous other encounters with taxi drivers asking where i am from got me to rethink how i should introduce myself. Have i started to be more ‘others’ than just Singaporean? We do have an identity crisis amongst us actually ehk? What truly is being Singaporean when even our local patois of singlish is quite common heard in Malaysia? Where there they call it manglish!
This is where the sitcom at the loft gets interesting because the guys round up as a mix of one plus whatever. We have a malay gal who thinks she’s Spanish but actually Indonesian Chinese. Cue in her boyfriend who is Australian but speaks singlaish/manglish perfectly! And his Italian is perfecto as well. Apprenlty where he grew up in perth has much entrenched intalian influence. The Indonesian speaks like a true blue American and a smattering of german to boot besides slipping into pitch perfect street bahasa when we trade recipes. I can safely say the only Gail sounds Filipino still and actually slipped into Filipino while we watched American idol last week. He forgot we were NON Filipinos, yeaps...go figure.
Besides rethinking my intros, i’m less attached to anything or anyone now. I want to feel anchored and have sense of belonging but i trail at nothing. I looked around at my belongings spread across the room and to think years have passed and i’m still a hermit crab or sorts. Perhaps, the only thing of any permanence is just my blood ties to the 3 terrors where i’d always be mama ehk? Will it be so bad not to ever own a house? A car? dare i say even think about being married so i could ‘belong to someone’??? should we separate the intangibles from the desires of a bred materialist to understand who we are?
Wokay! Times up~...going home to cook lemak cili padi chicken and be merry :p wonder what the guys at home been up to.
Stay sane,
j.amyemeelea
ps: what makes me...moi?
Monday, February 21, 2011
the loft, a sitcom - scene 1
clockwise startingwith the white guy please : rob, dito, moi and eeqa. missing in peek is gail and his girlfriend whose going to move in 1st week march.
dito's caption for the above peekture is : My new roommates...the Singaporean sitcom begins w/ God as our producer.
19 January via Facebook for BlackBerry® smartphones · Like · OR NOT :p
i didn't want to be the party pooper and spoil his fun by mentioning that He is all seeing, ever present hehe..my load have all been moved into my room. gone is the purple boudoir look dehemit! because its an odd room to even begin with. i just noticed i don't have proper windows and yes, its the smallest room with the biggest door. plus! the painted dinosaurs are still there. well, beggers can't be choosers because i'm loving the house and the roomies. the chemistry amongst all of us is flowing and we even have a PET guinea pig! she's called spunky.
the housewarming party date is set for 1st week of march with already 100 invitees from eeqa alone. i'm sure dito will be very happy to know they'd be loads of chicks. its been a good week hanging out with the gang while i've been at home resting. i got 2 weeks HOSPITAL LEAVE BuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuTttttttttttttttt...here i am at work &^#@*^@$@&$@&$@$@*...and no guessing that i've only been able to update because the internet connection is still funky at best. eeqa left her mac for use in the living room and i tried playing with it. ugh~! no serious reading/work could be done at all so dito, gail and me took it to the balcony to watch funny jap pranks :D
caught up with reading - finished neverwhere by neil gaiman and then some why zebras don't get ulcers. yeah i need to laugh..and i have been laughing. much actually. never been happier. just that, write i haven't done much. will like to be inspired to write about the sitcom in times to come. that should be happy stuff to write and update the self about?
i.dare.myself.to.shut.self.down.
who wants to bet if i will really do it this time? :p
stay sane,
j.amyemeelea
Wednesday, February 09, 2011
flesh GOD..or not
crazy guy ran amok naked in the carpark of block b yesterday. he was screaming for all to worhisp him and actaully did quite a bit kung fu fighting hehe. it broke the monotony of work for me. a week before that it was the case of a bully and all hell broke loose, the parents of the traumatised young uns then wanted to band together and EVICT the family of the bully boy. he didn't show remorse they said and they spoke of him as if he was damien! just before that was the case of RAT in my grill!!! yeaps, thats all in a days work for me. other than that its all pretty quiet and routine admin work to handle. thank god (not naked guy) for the Internet.
dinner last night was another fantastic one and i had the pleasure of meeting trish. she reminds me of the fool on a start of a journey when she spoke about work, life and simply catching up. no guessing, kama was there ler. trish is afterall his 'sister' lain mak lain pak :) we went to original sin at holland village for vegan food that is out of this world! this is one terror 2 can definitely appreciate. maybe all the terrors.
mumi caught up with me again and of course she had to stick it to me about ALWAYSSSSSS being with kama :p errr...how can i say no to fantastic dinner ler! hahaha..but i couldn't lie mah. she wasn't too happy about how things were at the office and ranted much. she poked me again whats for dinner (as if i didn't get the snicker) so i told her, must meet kama herself soon and we'll do a proper introduction. could do something at the new place. she nagged about being more disciplined and of course saving more more more money instead of having nights out *prrrft*
tonight, joto's having his mum and sister over for a visit from jakarta tonight so i must be sure to be on best behavior. i think gale (its a guy not girl) is also moving in officially tonight so best as well to start unpacking and try to sort out the post-move mess. am not sure if kiki and kaka the couple will be at home tonight but i think there's still leftover fried rice in fridge that i could heat up. or i could always have cereal hehe.
i've been feeling lazy and not about to start on anything productive since the move! i moved the study table closer to bed so that i could place lapicits on it. i couldn't tap into the loft's (they call it that not me) wifi thingy unless i stand right beside it &#&@($@(&^(@*%(*@^ so i gave up and fluffed my pillows to read. the sun gives off a warm glow and the fluorescent one glares plus it buzzes like it contained a thousand bees *chets* but i still don't like the feel of the room yet.
its top half blue and bottom half some stripey something but its the damned framed cartoon dinosaurs that bug me most. they. are.just.too.cute. it used to be a study room for kids so i'll have to live with it till i figure how to make the room my boudoir den. i can't even decide how to move the creaky (plus wayyy scary) 2 door cupboard and dresser around the room tsk!!!!!!! i kept seeing figures sitting on top of it nabeh! so now its tugging at seriously annoying because its just a simple rectangular room will ill fitted everything. each corner i turn, the room keeps rejecting me somehow. worst come to worst..i'd change the theme to mad patchwork and see if i could live in the madness :p
stay sane,
j.amyemeelea
ps: facebook is seriously getting on my nerves or i'm so damned jealous of good ART that i see made effortlessly by others lately. gahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
dinner last night was another fantastic one and i had the pleasure of meeting trish. she reminds me of the fool on a start of a journey when she spoke about work, life and simply catching up. no guessing, kama was there ler. trish is afterall his 'sister' lain mak lain pak :) we went to original sin at holland village for vegan food that is out of this world! this is one terror 2 can definitely appreciate. maybe all the terrors.
mumi caught up with me again and of course she had to stick it to me about ALWAYSSSSSS being with kama :p errr...how can i say no to fantastic dinner ler! hahaha..but i couldn't lie mah. she wasn't too happy about how things were at the office and ranted much. she poked me again whats for dinner (as if i didn't get the snicker) so i told her, must meet kama herself soon and we'll do a proper introduction. could do something at the new place. she nagged about being more disciplined and of course saving more more more money instead of having nights out *prrrft*
tonight, joto's having his mum and sister over for a visit from jakarta tonight so i must be sure to be on best behavior. i think gale (its a guy not girl) is also moving in officially tonight so best as well to start unpacking and try to sort out the post-move mess. am not sure if kiki and kaka the couple will be at home tonight but i think there's still leftover fried rice in fridge that i could heat up. or i could always have cereal hehe.
i've been feeling lazy and not about to start on anything productive since the move! i moved the study table closer to bed so that i could place lapicits on it. i couldn't tap into the loft's (they call it that not me) wifi thingy unless i stand right beside it &#&@($@(&^(@*%(*@^ so i gave up and fluffed my pillows to read. the sun gives off a warm glow and the fluorescent one glares plus it buzzes like it contained a thousand bees *chets* but i still don't like the feel of the room yet.
its top half blue and bottom half some stripey something but its the damned framed cartoon dinosaurs that bug me most. they. are.just.too.cute. it used to be a study room for kids so i'll have to live with it till i figure how to make the room my boudoir den. i can't even decide how to move the creaky (plus wayyy scary) 2 door cupboard and dresser around the room tsk!!!!!!! i kept seeing figures sitting on top of it nabeh! so now its tugging at seriously annoying because its just a simple rectangular room will ill fitted everything. each corner i turn, the room keeps rejecting me somehow. worst come to worst..i'd change the theme to mad patchwork and see if i could live in the madness :p
stay sane,
j.amyemeelea
ps: facebook is seriously getting on my nerves or i'm so damned jealous of good ART that i see made effortlessly by others lately. gahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Tuesday, February 08, 2011
by the way..
over last long weekend i finally moved to the new place. has it really been more than 3 years at bobi's? wow~ i seriously can't remember that. bobi smsed a day later to ask if i was coming back to his place. naturally i filled in the blanks and said yes, maybe over the week to hand him the keys and also clean up the dusty room which now only has the ikea bed he bought waaaaAAAy back when he bunked with Mrs. me. i could hear he feels lighter by the 'macam ali baba' joke i made when he remarked how fast it all happened that saturday. and! i surprised myself too when we managed to bring down everything and load it up within an hour! it was just comat and me hokay~ no joke..i almost broke my back. i had to dump the dresser and side tables though, plus the wardrobe because gawddddddddddddddddd help us if we had to lug it back up to the new flat 3 floors up. i already regretted the fact that i didn't place my books into smaller boxes. bobi reminded me i had another load of books in his storeroom which i asked to kindly leave out and will lug back when i go over.
we had plans for the terrors but somehow my intuition won again and the kids are held hostage by green-eyed monster. terror three was in tears BUT! there was nothing i could do. then, that is. push forward, its back to che. halijah the famous lawyer for advise. this time...i GET IT FOR FREE *choke* thanks to karna. lining up my questions and will follow them through with a lot more steam :p
speaking.of.which.
i've been told lately that i don't speak too much of myself but rather all about karna. making me wonder if i've turned the typical 'gal with boyfriend and identity-less' that we so hate. where everything starts and ends with the boyfriend. its like those annoying engaged or married couples that have his and hers albums in facebook SHARING 1 account yo! or those smug married with babies and kids peoples, where updates and conversations start and end with inclusion of 1 FAMILY/LOVED member. but wait~....sometimes it can be pets too hehehe...so really? what makes us? each and our individuality? or personality? WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT! *prrft*
in action-reply : i'm going to quit karna. i'm NOT going to even mention he exist with all yous who highlighted. sorry mumi, i know its only because you have my interest at heart lar and don't want me to turn minahkumari *gulps* but hurts my feelings you know to have you insinuate that i could EVAR BE someone like that. as much as i can, i don't really talk personal here or elsewhere. and even if i do, i shy away from using real names then tweak the stories a bit. i'm like that in real life too. sometimes i think i get too real that my friends hate my blunt self. they ask me to shut up and keep my opinions and what have me to myself :D even you! but but BUT...i share these details with you because i want to and i have always thought i can! i don't just want to share my angst with you nor just my asinine rants *sniff* so NOW i merajukkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk LARGH! >)
so when all of yous peoples ask me now, how's karna or anything skirting close to my relationship with the opposite sex, you're all going to get NADA-ZIP! *throwsawaykey* you get same 'lebabi treatment' >) it will be as if that part of me has never existed and will not be a subject at all. i'm over reacting i know hehe but yeah i get IT. we don't want to hear sappy, i-love-yous for far too long a-OKAY. or is this really a postsecret moment????????? *GASPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP*
actually this brought to mind *jengjengjeng* something ms. pinkfloyd mentioned before, she loves me best when i'm not attached to anyone and anybody because i'd always be busy dating or ever so often off to Zimbabwe and the likes. she'd allow me my time for my books, my hobbies and the terrors but anything more than that she's hates it. usually when i'm into an overdrive of something even as benign as soccer she'd sulk haha! so i avoid talking about soccer, books or the terrors with her unless she asks genuinely. managing perceptions mah~ i will be who you want me to be as a pat on the back for her honesty :) so i'd be sure to mark the day in march to be with her and the rest. its a tea-party dmu event methinks where the star will be...no guessing...her ler.
its okay...i know about abandonment issues. i'm taking psychology remember? the terrors are experiencing them too. i can't do much to assure yous peoples but...i'd keep my love private for now till when you're ready okay? no hard feelings ya... especially from me. just a tinge of sepia sad. which is beautiful too when you look at it from a titled enough angle.
stay sane,
j.amyemeelea
ps: another ghost from the blasted past made an entry via msn. dia pon kena flying kick sebab berbaur crapdoodle *TSK*
we had plans for the terrors but somehow my intuition won again and the kids are held hostage by green-eyed monster. terror three was in tears BUT! there was nothing i could do. then, that is. push forward, its back to che. halijah the famous lawyer for advise. this time...i GET IT FOR FREE *choke* thanks to karna. lining up my questions and will follow them through with a lot more steam :p
speaking.of.which.
i've been told lately that i don't speak too much of myself but rather all about karna. making me wonder if i've turned the typical 'gal with boyfriend and identity-less' that we so hate. where everything starts and ends with the boyfriend. its like those annoying engaged or married couples that have his and hers albums in facebook SHARING 1 account yo! or those smug married with babies and kids peoples, where updates and conversations start and end with inclusion of 1 FAMILY/LOVED member. but wait~....sometimes it can be pets too hehehe...so really? what makes us? each and our individuality? or personality? WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT! *prrft*
in action-reply : i'm going to quit karna. i'm NOT going to even mention he exist with all yous who highlighted. sorry mumi, i know its only because you have my interest at heart lar and don't want me to turn minahkumari *gulps* but hurts my feelings you know to have you insinuate that i could EVAR BE someone like that. as much as i can, i don't really talk personal here or elsewhere. and even if i do, i shy away from using real names then tweak the stories a bit. i'm like that in real life too. sometimes i think i get too real that my friends hate my blunt self. they ask me to shut up and keep my opinions and what have me to myself :D even you! but but BUT...i share these details with you because i want to and i have always thought i can! i don't just want to share my angst with you nor just my asinine rants *sniff* so NOW i merajukkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk LARGH! >)
so when all of yous peoples ask me now, how's karna or anything skirting close to my relationship with the opposite sex, you're all going to get NADA-ZIP! *throwsawaykey* you get same 'lebabi treatment' >) it will be as if that part of me has never existed and will not be a subject at all. i'm over reacting i know hehe but yeah i get IT. we don't want to hear sappy, i-love-yous for far too long a-OKAY. or is this really a postsecret moment????????? *GASPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP*
actually this brought to mind *jengjengjeng* something ms. pinkfloyd mentioned before, she loves me best when i'm not attached to anyone and anybody because i'd always be busy dating or ever so often off to Zimbabwe and the likes. she'd allow me my time for my books, my hobbies and the terrors but anything more than that she's hates it. usually when i'm into an overdrive of something even as benign as soccer she'd sulk haha! so i avoid talking about soccer, books or the terrors with her unless she asks genuinely. managing perceptions mah~ i will be who you want me to be as a pat on the back for her honesty :) so i'd be sure to mark the day in march to be with her and the rest. its a tea-party dmu event methinks where the star will be...no guessing...her ler.
its okay...i know about abandonment issues. i'm taking psychology remember? the terrors are experiencing them too. i can't do much to assure yous peoples but...i'd keep my love private for now till when you're ready okay? no hard feelings ya... especially from me. just a tinge of sepia sad. which is beautiful too when you look at it from a titled enough angle.
stay sane,
j.amyemeelea
ps: another ghost from the blasted past made an entry via msn. dia pon kena flying kick sebab berbaur crapdoodle *TSK*
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