Category: Ranting Is a Right

Woohooo….my keyboard is actually collecting dusts. I almost forgot my blogger password, had to attempt like 3 times. Anyway, here I am.

Chinese New Year was awesome, till I lost half of my life savings (+ angpows) to shrine-building-satan-worshipping gamblers. Traumatised for a while, but still it’s all good. In the shadows of bankruptcy, I found compassion in the unlikeliest person. Nicklaus, my 13 year old obnoxious kid brother chipped in RM30 to ease my burden. So touching.

It’s Valentine’s Day. Have always felt indifferent to the day. No, actually I don’t give a fucking fuck. The closest I’ve ever gotten to being v’d (akin to punk’d) was receiving 5 pages long of messages from an Ah Lian lesbian at 15. Due to her inability to express herself in English, all she had to say was “I LUV U” repetitively in the most hideous handwriting. Still, it didn’t top the fake Versace handbag I got from some perv. And he had the nerve to ask me why I didn’t use it. Please, Valentine’s Day should be banned to prevent idiots from traumatising normal people like me.

HELP UNIVERSITY COLLEGE STINKS TO HIGH HEAVEN. DO NOT ENROL IN THIS COLLEGE. HECK, DON’T EVEN ENROL IN ANY PRIVATE INSTITUTE IN MALAYSIA. Get on with STPM and consult your nearest shaman. Convert to Islam to be safe.

Happy Valentine’s Day and I love you.

My diet plan seemed to be approaching a dead-end, until yesterday…when I found myself down with a mild case of food poisoning. Feel like puking at the sight of food and too lethargic to grab any.The awesomeness! Hehehehe.

Bought a rip-off vintage Mickey top at a steal. Mom bought a lime green handbag (now I’ve got excuse to get a new pair of heels, in lime green of course). The happiness.

My hair’s bugging me. Too long already…putting on bra is becoming a nuisance. Hair tasting my food isn’t even funny anymore. Going to give it a trim – Mom’s doing it. She ain’t using a nail clipper.

Tomorrow’s baking day. Planning to make cornflake nibbles. Thank goodness I’m sick otherwise I’d definitely nick the sweets. I mean…who could resist the gooey concoction of honey and cornflakes (unless you’re sick)? Then again, who knows…

My college is getting on my nerve. The website’s forever down. I can’t find out the actual date of semester’s commencement. They haven’t mailed my results yet and I’m dying to know my accountings grade (I have a 50/50 chance of fucking it up, hence the anxiety).

Recently, I found myself being asked questions along the line of “What do you want to do after college?”. Honestly speaking, I really don’t know. I can’t see myself at a desk job. Neither could I see myself running around like chickens (no pun intended) slaving for somebody else. At times, I regret not putting my science background to good use when I had the opportunity to. Yeah, I am full of myself and I do think I have bigger potential than doing marketing gig for 5 years and then graduate to a quasi “manager” for the rest of my life. Gawd, the mere thought scares me.

Unfortunately, when laziness creeps upon me, I aspire to become a cabin crew, given I manage to lose the pesky 5 kilos – which I’m rather suspicious of the success rate. I harbour so many secret ambitions, that I can’t mention lest I turn scarlet and die of embarrassment.

If not for my hedonistic tendency, sigh…

Fellow Xangans have been asking me to post pictures of Mom. I’m more than willing to oblige. I must add that Mom isn’t photogenic, so she looks much better in real life. So, what say you? Hot or not?

1987

1997 (Sorry about the lack of clarity – scanner konked out)

2005

Not too bad for a mother of 3 grown kids, aye?