Category: Ranting Is a Right

Have been procrastinating since this morning. I’m supposed to have washed the car (which have been left to ferment for more than a month), tidied up my room and revised a couple of accounting chapters. I can’t remember doing anything productive except bloghopping. Blogexplosion is quite addictive. Time passes quickly when you’re procrastinating, hence the only conclusive thing out of this is, I dig it. Shoot me.

I get a perverted sense of pleasure everytime I visit the clinic. Mom’s health benefits provided by her employer are mega cool, cause they cover bumming, grown kids too (Read: me). I don’t need to pay a single cent, just flash the magic card and voila…free treatment and consultation. At times, I’m tempted to fake ailments in order to procure restricted substances, not that I use them…but you know, to sell to interested parties. Yeah, I’m entrepreneurial like that.

I want to watch Phantom of the Opera badly. Eversince I read The Forbidden Game at 14, I have always fantasised about being pursued by a mysterious, charismatic, evil figure. I’m not sure whether other girls share this sentiment, the eroticism in being the chosen one by an otherwise inassesible person. It’s a sense of accomplishment perhaps, I don’t know. I’m enthralled by story such as Hades/Persephone and I’ll never forget Lestat in Interview with the Vampire (which is hugely thanks to Tom Cruise, I LOVE YOUUUUUUUU). How obssessed was I with Lestat? I actually considered embracing vampirism. That did not work out cause contemporary vampirism is gothic and the fashion is plain hideous.

Okay, time to wash the car, tidy the room, contemplate my diet plan and hopefully revise some numbing accountings.

Majorly cranky now. No water supply since 12am last night. I can’t make supper. I’ve OD-ed on stale popcorns. I’m sticky. I’m menstruating. I don’t care if it reminds me of teh tarik, just give me water. Now.

I haven’t been blogging religiously lately. I’m a busy girl, ok? Well, the truth is I have recently entered into a new phase of life where I’ve gotten myself some fun people for friends, some kindred spirit and where internet connection is scarce (at least till Monday). I can honestly say that at this moment, I thoroughly dig my life. Okay, almost thorougly. Water, humour me!

Shaolin Kung Fu show was awesome. Monks were really cute too. Rosy cheeks and tight bodies. Too bad they were stunted. I took a pic with the most gorgeous one. Will post later. The show’s like magic, only they were real. The only reason David Blaine would deserve his enormous fame is by licking his own arse. Nuf’ said.

I’ve been eating as though I have skinny genes. That’s stupid behaviour by yours truly. Xmas and NYE are approaching and looking super hot is pertinent. Have to remind self to stop indulging in maggi goreng ayam, ramly burger special and cheese tarts. I want more exercise. I need more exercise.

I have a naggy feeling about my accountings. I hope I pass. I must pass.

Fuck…why am I even contemplating?

Cause you skipped too many Monday classes, Kim?

Hrmph. Fuck you, I’m invincible.

Compiling a list of resolutions for 2005. They must be realistic and attainable.

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Gorgeous monk. Ooh la la.

Tutu asked me to fill in for someone at Citibank as some coordinator. Yesterday was my 1st day and it was both bad and good. Bad because there was hardly work (if you called staring at the screen at 20 mins interval for 8 hours as work). Good, because my colleagues are really easygoing and nice people. I took the LRT to work and it was horrendous. I got lost at Masjid Jamek cause I couldn’t find the fucking transit station. I almost got mowed down trying to get to the other side where the station is. I honestly thought there’s a connecting bridge or something (I think there’s a tunnel, but it’s fucking misleading). One thing that I don’t comprehend…why do people ascending have to hike up the stairs and the ones descending get to do it in style with escalators? Amused and bemused at the same time.

Lesson number 1: killer heels do kill.

I had TGIF last night. Confession time, it’s my first time. Yeah I’m ulu like that. I’m a Chilli’s fan ok? Anyway, this someone was like totally taken aback upon hearing I’ve never eaten there and decided to give me a treat. We shared philly sandwiches, swiss mushroom burger and a sundae. Dessert was orgasmic.

Wasabi peas have probably aggravated my cold. Aside from a drooling nose and aching body, I got myself a bad sorethroat. Awesome. I’m going to have more wasabi peas.

This morning I called in sick. Tutu found a replacement. I got fired!!!!

I’m back in the job market.

I’m watching Shaolin Kungfu tonight. I’m looking forward to it. I don’t care if I infected the whole stadium. Shaolin’s cool.