Nonsense Talk - Reply

Yoh! Wat's up wat's up!
I know I know... I MIA for a while? Anyone miss me? :-P

COP, I know we had a deal about slimming and yeah insult all they want. I NO CARE! my clothes will not lie to me. (* as long as they don't expand teng! teng! teng! *). I now can fit in any sexy dress with or without much "other" supporting stuff ok! I can understand that friends sometimes appear too eager to help when it comes to insulting other but...FAMILY! Who contacted my family and hired them to do this?

I agree with COP about clubbing kakis. We used to "do not have to think" when to go clubbing but nowaday we even have to crack our beautiful not so in-used brains just to see who are willing to go that extra miles with us. (*When I mention extra miles, it is not a small matter. It usually mean you can only get into bed =tut your own bed ok!= earliest by 6a.m*)

What happen to you ppl?!! Lost interest? Old? Don't even use that as an excuse. We are still oh so young *blink* *blink* Can sense your heart rate increasing? OK stop vomitting now. STOP IT STOP IT. I really feel we have succumb to working hard lifesytles. Work till you drop. No play No fun.

Do you want the rest of your life to be like this? Wake up, let's go partying soon. Our target is PASSION Club. Date: 5th Aug (Friday)
Dress clothes : Guy as handsome as you possibly be. Girls just be yourselves you are all, already beautiful :-D
Motto: "We are denial-less (Is there such a word?) or We are undenialable."

Darn! I should hold my own motivational talkshow and be the next Oprah Ahhh... *smack* Ok back to reality.

Oh ya. I am not going to Taman Negara next week. For those wishing me to be eaten by tigers, FAT CHANCE! For those wishing me to be eaten by crocs, LA LA LA! After you guys ok.

And COP, arrgghh how to put this in word...with all my best wishes you can continue to drink your slimming tea. I find that my first curry (Yeap first time I cook curry chicken) works the same way :-(

Nonsense talk

Once again I am stuck as to what to write. Then o gosh, I realised this means only ONE f**king thing. My life is in a rut. How can I have NOTHING to write about if my life was exciting and fun? Well the only major thing that seems to be happening to me right now is due to that horrible diet tea I'm drinking, I need to be rushing off to toilet at weird moments. So my advise to u all - DON't try the tea!!! Besides, I really haven't lost that much of weight at all. I'm still f**king stuck at 49kg. And to think all those output would have weight at least 10kg. #%@%#$@!$!@

My fella blog writer - the one who said she wanna go until what...48kg?? Ahem...she's in depression mode now coz she's imagining that she's gone thin, but everyone around her has been telling her she grown fat! Well cheer up LL, maybe they are taking ur advice and throwing insults at you to encourage u to diet more. Or maybe, just maybe ..they have gone into direct marketing and will soon start introducing diet teas to u *gasp* Btw, are u interested to buy up my last remaining box of tea tht guarantees endless big-business??? *pretty pls*

Now talking about LL, we were just thinking not only is our miserable life is so unexciting - sorry, I was thinking, her life is totally Funtastic. Well anyway, not only is MY life unexciting, even my friends are not that exciting. U old folks seem to have retired to the retirement home. I suddenly lost all my clubbing kakis!! Umm, that reminds me. According to some smart f**k face author in some newspaper, he says i am in DENIAL....in his exact words, old people who continue to go clubbing and shaking their bums are in DENIAL. Shoot me for liking to shake my bum, kolot minded MAN.

Shopping Shopping Shopping

I wanna buy buy buy. I wanna shop shop shop. The MegaSales is here..but I am bankrupt bankrupt bankrupt. Whoever was the one who thought of starting the MegaSales one week before the end of the month?! Don't these people know most Malaysians haven't gotten their salary by that time? This must be some kinda conspiracy with the banks to encourage poor folks like me to swipe swipe swipe that Credit Card. And mind u, I got plenty of those plastic things - 6 to be exact!

But I am the winner this round. I have NOT used any of the credit cards despite the fact I've been tempted by too many juicy looking things in the shops. Yes, I finally realised that credit card debt is just no fun. My debts seems to go on in an endless lifecycle, and it's darn TIRING seeing my fat salary going slimmer faster than me at the very beginning of the month!

So friends and foes, I need a favor from you. If you ever see me take out my plastic cards, please please please do utter this very important words to me - "THE BANK OWNS U". Alternatively, you can also swipe ur cards for me. Come on, what are friends for if not to share the same burden ;) And may I say Paul is a bad bad bad friend for tempting me to go bangkok and shop even more!! Bad BAD BAD..

So who's up for Bangkok?? :D I am imagining good tomyam and cheap cheap clothes!!

HairStylist Required

I have this quest to search for a good hairdresser. No one seems to be able to do any miracle to my hair, so if I ever find someone who can turn this messy mop of hair into a smooth sheet of satin, then I will make sure he/she remains a hairdresser rest of MY life :D

I don’t like hairdresser who talks too much. Heck I come to get my hair cut, not to have my peace zone disrupted. Ever had that neighbourhood saloon where the aunty hairstylist keeps on blabbing about whose husband is sleeping with who, and which movie star is mistress to what big-shot? THOSE are the scariest hairdresser ever. Cut cut..bla bla..cut cut..blabla..*EEEYYOOWWW**… “Sorry miss, ur ear very painful ah? Solee soleee, my scissors slipped a bit”

Then there’s the nosy shampoo guy who just won’t stop asking question. “Miss ah, what’s ur name ah?” “Where do you work” “How old ah?” “Wah, u look so young lar”…o please…I feel like I am on some speed-dating journey when I sit in that saloon. Now if he was “leng chai”..maybe it would have been a bit more entertaining, but I think I still prefer my peace and quiet with a nice magazine in hand.

And what about the darn hairstylist who can find 101 things that is wrong with your hair?!!! "Your hair DYING lar miss!! Come must do Treatment A, put nutrient B, massage in barang C, alternate days wash with Shampoo D….etc..etc” Sometimes I wonder they truly am concern about my hair or they just looking to make extra bucks. I believe the latter.

So anyone with a good honest hairstylist to recommend lar?!!!

Ageing Beauties

Today I made one observation. Madonna looks Gooood. Don't you think so? Then I realised something else. I look good too :)
*QUIET DOWN!!!*

Haha, looks like nowadays is the time for self-praise. But joke aside, I really do think we get more beautiful as we grow older - if u close one eye to the wrinkles and sagging muscles. Ermm...well actually the wrinkles does add a certain "ajinomoto" to a person too. Come on, Brad Pitt is 40 plus and still looks so gorgeous!! And what about Sandra Bullock who hit 40 too and looks barely 35. Then there Maggie Cheung who's also 40 and definitely matured into a elegant swan from her younger days. And I bet all of us agree that Tony Leung and Andy Lau looks better now then 20 years ago. Heck, even their body looks better! Not sure how it feels though *hallucinating again*

Closer to home, I digged up a photo from my college days and had a good laugh at how HORRIBLE the bunch of my close friends all looked. No doubt we all look 100% better now - despite the fact most of us added on the pounds!!! So I think we don't need to worry so much about getting old. There is a good side to it too :) Maybe it's because as we age our spending power increases and we can beautify ourselves. Or maybe it's my old mind trying to reassure myself?? *Gasp* Come to think of it, I used to think that 40 year old men were ancient dinosaurs, but now it feels like I can even marry a 40 year old man. They say the more u say something the less likely to happen :-P
Well anyway, if I'm gonna look as good as the Madonna, Maggie and Nicole at 40, then I'm sure looking forward to that "golden" years.

Btw, a bit of diversion from original topic, I just read a news report about a male horse-lover who died of massive internal trauma after....*open eyes WIDE*...AFTER HAVING SEX WITH A STALLION HORSE!!! I can really imagine the massive trauma alright. First of all, this is a guy so he's gotta be taking it from his behind which I am pretty sure is TIGHT. And then he's having intercourse with a horse...and we all know horses are known for their BIG "thing". So BIG into TIGHT ---- urrgh, I feel some pain myself imagining it..hahaha! Well I'm sure glad the horse is still very much alive :)

So folks, if u want to try something wild, maybe better to lay off the animals. Maybe a cucumber or baseball bat will do??!!

And COP still thinks she's beautiful....some days.

HIS Ramblings

I consider myself to be a talented writer, but I have not written anything for months. Not even an entry inmy journal. Lack of time, mostly. Lack of inspiration,sometimes. Now I'm trying to write, but I don't knowwhat to write about. So I checked my email instead.Well, my email tells me to write about marriage. 4 friends of mine will be getting married this month.2 of them to each other, which is good, because itmeans I save on one angpow. One of them is one of my oldest friends a secondary school mate from myhome town. He's the same age as me, 29. The other 3 are friends from my college years. They are a year older than me. 30, the cut-off age. If you are past 30 and not married yet, you are considered ¨late.It's worse for girls because men can marry later. DidI say ¨girls? I mean women. See what I mean. You are no longer a boy or a girl when you are 30.Although some short-sighted old ladies still call me¨boy. Children, however, have no such short-sightedness. They call me uncle. I was surprisedthe first time I heard it. Still considered myself tobe ¨brother, not ¨uncle. I have a photo of mine which I took during my early 20s. Didn't think I changed that much until people started commenting about how different I look from my photo. Really?Didn't even notice. You always think that you look the same. Then I looked in the mirror and found out that they were right. Good thing is, I'm much better looking now than I was before. Hey, I didn't say it.The people who commented on my photo did. Or maybe they were just trying to recover from their earlier faux pax. Anyway, I digress.
According to the Department of Statistics, the average age for Malaysian women to get married is 25 and 28 for Malaysian men. I say that's not fair. I'mMalaysian Chinese. Chinese people marry later. I suspect the average for Malaysian Chinese to be 27 and30 for women and men respectively. If I were to follow the crowd, that leaves me one year. Good thing I've always been different. My parents got married at 27 and they expect me to do the same. Every time I go back to my parents' home, sooner or later the topic would come out. They know how much I hate it, but they can't help themselves. It's like an unfinished business for them. It's the circle of life. Your parents brought you into this world, they go to school, graduate, get a job, get married, have kids,give them a good education and see them graduate, then the kids get married and have kids of their own and they become grandparents. My parents' life cycle gotstuck after I graduated from college. Instead of doing the ¨normal thing, I quit my job. And I'm not married. It's like if you don't get married,something's wrong. And it's not just the parents. My friends are worried if they are not married. They want to get married. Don't get me wrong, I have nothing against marriage.I think it's a wonderful thing. You meet someone you love, and you want to spend the rest of your life with him or her, then by all means do get married. But does it have to have an expiry date? Why 30? A long time ago, people got married when they were 15. It's a different millennium now. We shouldn't be getting married at the age our parents did. After all, we havea longer life span now. 30 years is too short to be single. Now, people start to panic when they are reaching 30 and just take any Tom, Dick and Harry orMary, Jane and Sally that comes their way. Just so they can get married.
I would love to continue this discussion, but unfortunately it's 22:26 and I have to get ready to go to work. Maybe next time. I mature late. And I look young. I still look like someone in his early or middle 20s. and I have so much to do. Getting married doesn't fit into my schedule. Not yet anyway. But I do want to marry the girl of my dreams one day. Just not today.

*** The honorable LOK shares his deep thoughts with us ***

Pride vs PMS

Yesterday I wanted to say sorry to someone. But I couldn't open my mouth or use my fingers to type it on my MSN. What stopped me? Pride of course. And then I remembered a sermon I heard once called "Pride Comes Before A Fall". It's about how one who is proud will eventually fall. Can you remember a time when u grew too proud of yourself, and it blinded you to what is real around u and eventually lead to your downfall.

Sometimes pride can stop us from showing our true emotions too, doesn't it? Like the times u wanted to tell someone u truly miss him/her. How many couples break up because neither is willing to say they were wrong and admit failure? And the countless time I was too proud to apologise to my mum just because it would have meant she was right and I was wrong :S
How about the time when someone's opinion made more sense but you just don't wanna accept it coz their face sucks :-P

Well, it's easy to say I want to quit being proud. But it's not that easy to do !!! Heck it's taken me 72 hours and I still have not been able to lift the fingers to type a message on MSN to say sorry. Now you know how proud I am! Which brings me to another topic - should someone bow down and mend things even if it was obviously not one's fault? What's with guys nowadays? Why is it that nowadays more and more guys are being affected by PMS? Is this some kind of conspiracy by the guys coz they can't stand the priviledge (not to mention medical leavesssss) gals get from having PMS? Well you can't have it if you're not bleeding from your dick! So guys stop being such a mood-swinger and be the uncomplex, u-get-what-u-see kinda original men again. I sooooo miss those kinda guys...sigh~~~

And COP thinks aloud once more...............

LOFT Review

I finally got my ass into THE LOFT. Went there yesterday with 2 sweet guys and a crazy lady. For those uninformed, Loft is a club located near Sheraton KL along the stretch of Heritage Row. The place was initially introduce to me by a certain kaki-clubbing who just got back from UK. So if a guy who frequents club in UK said Loft was good, then it has to be good I guess. The 1st time I went there, the crowd was definitely hot. And those were just the crowds queuing OUTSIDE the entrance. All u see is endless beemers and merz arriving with curvavious babes and musculaly-toned guys stepping out. Wah wah..the "preview" was exciting enough.
But bummer, not allowed in!!!! So fussy lar. Guys need to have collared-shirt and shoes, while girls had to at least exposed 50% of their body. So like tht lar....Well at least some condolenscence was that the guy in front of the queue was such a looker - he has to be a good looker coz my guy friends said he was handsome too. I was soooooooooooooooooooo close to "smelling" him ;)

So with that sneak preview, I vowed to come back with a vengeance. Unfortunately the vengeance happened on a Thursday night. But no worries, it was Ladies night so FREE margarita for the ladies :) Honestly the place was a bit of a dissapointment. Was not as huge as I imagined it to be though I must say the toilet's wash basin was sensually modern. And they even have a guy handing u napkins to wipe ur hands. If u smile nicely to him, he might even wipe it for u..haha.

In the middle of the dance floor is a catwalk that leads to the bar. On this special night we were "rewarded" with some free show - stick thin girls grooving to the music and gyrating their hips against one another (very LES I must say, but think the guys got "hard" looking at it *wink*), a couple of exhibitionist performing french kiss in middle of catwalk (would have been great if the guy looked better and the girl 10 years older and meatier...as it was, looked like some chinaman kissing a skinny schoolgirl). The best show was probably the gwai lou who started stripping for free. Too bad he only stripped the shirt *so sad*. But his body I must say was a nice "eye wash" after all those LES dance.But bugger, the bouncer made him put the shirt back on before I even had enough!

Overall the crowd was not as classy as expected. Mixture of gwai lou and locals, and even some weird silly men who thought a club was for playing "catching". The music that night was more of soul R&B - not my kinda music, but was assured music on weekends much better. Liquor price was kinda over the market price - probably hiked up by those rich kids who arrived in their daddy's luxury car. The eye-candy of the club must be its GM. And because of tht crazy lady I so carelessly brought along, I now have his name and phone number AND I have to run when I see his face again because of the immense embarassment she caused me. I bet with that lady that she will not dare to get his number, and the next thing I know he comes over to me to introduce himself and whisper the number into my ears. Argghh, don't ever dare a sales lady! But I have his number :D .....But what am I to do with it *hit myself on head*

Next review is Passion. Care to join anyone??

COP speaks through her drunken stupor today...
Btw, I was joking abt the girls needing to wear less than 50% clothing ....it is 70% :-p

A crackPot - by Paul

A water-bearer in India had two large pots, each hung on the ends of a pole, which he carried across his neck. One of the pots had a crack in it and the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water. At the end of the long walk from the stream to the house, the cracked pot arrived only half full. For a full two years this went on daily with the bearer delivering only one and a half pots of water to his house. Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments, perfect for the task for which it was created, but the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection and miserable that it was able to accomplish only half of what it had been made to do. After two years of what it perceived to be a bitter failure, it spoke to the water bearer one day by the stream. "I am ashamed of myself and I want to apologize to you. I have been able to deliver only half of my load because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your house. Because of my flaws, you have to do all of this work, and you don't get full value from your efforts," the pot said. The water-bearer answered, "As we return to the master's house I want you to notice the beautiful flowers along the path. Do you notice that there are flowers only on your side of the path but not on the other pot's side? This is because I have always known about your flaw. I planted flower seeds on your side of the path and every day while we walk back from the stream you have watered them. For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate the table. Without you being just the way you are there would not be this beauty to grace the house." Moral: Each of us has our own unique flaws. We are all cracked pots, but its the cracks and flaws we each have that make our lives together so very interesting and rewarding. Take each person for what they are and look for the good in them. There is a lot of good out there. Blessed are the flexible for they shall not be bent out of shape. Remember to appreciate all the different people in your life! Or, as I like to think of it, if it hadn't been for the crackpots in my life it would have been pretty boring and life certainly wouldn't have been very interesting.

PerfectMatch.com

There's a movie coming out called “Must Love Dogs”. Actually it talks about finding a soul mate via internet. In the olden days when a person can't find a partner, their parents usually gets the task of matchmaking them. But in this modern world, we get to take that into our own hands. So I actually set out to experiment with this thing for fun of it. Introducing Match.com...

Match.com members are people from all over the world and in Malaysia itself there are plenty and plenty of people. I started out by sharing some nice personalities of mine – come on, who ever put their worst traits online. Everyday my mailbox is filled with at least more than 10 mails and none of them is from a girl. O ya, please note, match.com is not just for finding partners, it's also for finding friends – some sort of a modern pen-pal system.

I must say it's not that hard to find a partner if one is not too selective. I had men old enough to be my dad asking to meet me, then u have the opposite extreme of guys young enough to be my kid brother. And then there are the ones that seemed too perfect and u will just wonder where the catch is? Anyway, I haven't been playing this game long enough (I am really BUSY u know!!) so haven't really gotten the hang of separating the sly ones and the sincere ones. What I do know is so far most men have been pretty predictable. List of questions or statements I usually get from them :
1) Will you give me you phone number so I can contact you more conveniently – yeah right...what is wrong with emails.
2) Why don't you come over to my house and I cook for u – so u can eat me alive??!
3) Why don't you ask me for a date? – excuse me, after my 1st contact with u!? Dream on. And since when the girl had to ask for the date!? Bugger.
4) This is the best – do u wanna make out? - go try the chicken parlour sir!

Maybe it's just me not trusting people, but whatever happened to the olden way of going after a girl? What happened to taking the time to understand someone before even daring to suggest anything sexual? *Gosh *

HOWEVER, all is not bad. There are many successful cases of people meeting through the internet. I have a friend who got married with the guy she met on ICQ. And Paul gets harassed in the middle of the night by the girl he has phone-sex with. (You made me do tht Paul!!) But for me...hmm..maybe when I learn to trust people more else I think internet matchmaking is not my kinda game. Or maybe when I become less selective. Or when a guy that truly match my criteria appears – remember : MUST LOVE DOGS.

To all guys, one word of advice from COP : Dun be a jerk and start off by asking a girl their bra size and if she is willing to have sex with you. Grow up sir! Where have all the good men gone....sigh~~

Body weight...

Hhhmmm... Is it as we get older we are more concern about our look than anything else? How our bodyline curve? How to clear all those wrinkles..WAIT! When these lines appear? (ARG!!!!)
Don't panic...stay cool. Breath deeper.... *After 5 minutes*

Ahem... Felt reassured *Applying tons of anti-wrinkle cream*.
Right. We will chat about wrinkle in some other panic driven day. Today is about waistline.

What is your perfect weight? Mine is 48kg. All I can say is... been on this weight once and THAT's IT! Never able to reach it again no matter how hard I try. That is why I call it PERFECT weight! So I chat this up with COP and she mentioned hers 47kg and guess what kekeke... she is having the same problem. I suppose this is usual. We keep trying for it and yet it just elude us *sigh*

So today, we will try another method. We will "insult" each other until hopefully it take toll on us and make us look like supermodel. For all of you, bear witness to this.

1. We will just insult, won't use any physical force
2. We will encourage others to eat more than us (Hey we can always make our friends look fatter so we look thinner ok!)
3. We will keep displaying lots of model bodyline picture to make us miserable and therefore eat less (GUYS! don't pretend to visit us. We know you just want those pics!)
4. We will not go food hunting with MC!!! Who always encourage us to eat and drink. Bad boy.
5. Besides all those yummy model pic, we will also steal MC's naked pic. That should cause us to vomit whatever we had eaten.

Excellent ideas :-D

Give us a month. Dateline : 12th Aug 2005

*Please remind us again on that date*

Beauty Lies in the Eye of the Beholder

The other day a male acquaintance of mine asked me a question that's constantly playing in everyone's head. Sure it must have surfaced in yours too one time or another. Why do the ugly guys get the pretty girls wrapped around their arms? Well I told him it's probably coz the guy is filthy rich and the girl is just materialistic. As an afterthought, I felt that was a bit unfair of me to say so. Sure I think about 70% of the cases still has that logical reasoning, but for the other 30% there is probably true love involve. Is there really such thing as true love ...well that is another topic to be bashed out another time.

Actually I think every guy thinks they are handsome even if the mirror does not say so. At least all my EX-bf used to think I was terribly lucky to have such a “handsome” guy as a bf. Let me say, beauty is really in the eye of the beholder!!! Some girls just swoon about how terribly fabulous looking their bf are, but when I look at him all I see is a piece of shit – ok ok, better than shit...maybe like an orang-utan (what an insult to the cute orang-utan!)

Anyway, this came about after I learnt that a friend was dumped by her bf for a model definitely not as pretty, not as cute, not as charming, not as sweet, not as boisterous, not as perfect and etc as her. I mean this girl is Purrrfect…o so she thought. Guess the bf did not think the same. But what am I getting at??!! What I am saying is there is no logic to love. You can meet the most ugly guy/ girl, but if the chemical reaction between u both are right, then u will sizzle and ugliness somehow is blinded and what u will see is the beauty below. Maybe the “uglier” model is not as pretty as my friend, but her chemicals matched stupid bf's chemical more. Guess that is the only reassuring way to explain things like this else one can go mad trying to find a reason!!! So ugly girls and guys out there, believe that someday, somehow, some person will have the right chemical reaction with you, and his/her eyes will be instantly blinded and fall in love with u :)

Wait, does this also explains why some people go for guys/ woman more than 10 years older than them? Maybe that is tomorrow's article.

COP speaks from the heart today....
And to the bf of my friend, I think you really need an EYE SURGERY!

Love me tender, Love me true....??!!?

Does anyone notice nowadays relationships seems to be getting more and more complex? I think it's probably coz girls are starting to have attitude, while guys....well...they're starting to grow girly brains - no no, this is no guy bashing article :)

As I see it, most girls seem to be demanding a lot. They want a guy:-
1) that's hot like Brad Pitt - and I mean HOT,
2) rich as Donald Trump,
3) have high potential to be CEO of some big company - pls not the cina-pek company,
4) drives around in at least a 5 series BMW - we don't mind so much a X5 either ;)
5) doesn't pick his nose/spit/fart in public - ultimate disgust
6) must love her like she is the only woman left on earth
7) and o..be romantic enough to name a planet after her! - or an island, or a ship, or a star, or a flower, or a house ..umm...a house better
Well honey, if there is such a guy, he must be either married or GAY ***and all girls heave a big sigh~~~***

On the other hand, guys are expecting some girl who has :-
1) heart of an angel,
2) body of Angelina Jolie - no fake breast allowed either,
3) looks of Catherine Zeta Jones - some form of plastic surgery would be acceptable,
4) cooks like Jamie Olivier,
5) entertains his friends like Oprah Winfrey,
6) knows every position in the KamaSutra by heart - preferably with "sound effect",
7) speaks only when spoken to - and no way can she nag/lecture,
8) closes an eye while he flirts with other girls - however the same rules does not apply vice versa,
9) won't mind too much if she's rich but not a must,
10) and I think the list goes on endlessly and endlessly.
See why I say the guys got the girl's brains now?? Well I think the guys are luckier - there's plenty of girls out there with all these qualities...as long as u are a guy with qualities listed above ;)

So whatever happened to true love? In future would love need to be measured by a calculator? As what MC always tells us - "just as u select people, people select u". I got a better one - "Go see ur reflection in a basin of water" :-p

And COP speaks once more ;)

P/S : Btw, is it the men I know, or is it men generally nowadays that when a girl says she wants to go to sleep, the next question is bound to be "alone?" For Pete's sake men, the world does not revolve around sex! And lastly Seann if u are reading this - a 30 plus unmarried girl is NOT gonna be a librarian..it just mean we have one less big "baby" to burden us :-P

In the name of God?

Today's top story I'm sure everyone knows is about the London explosions. And once again we are reminded that life is short, and u just never know what will happen the next minute or even the next second. Who gives these terrorists the rights to so carelessly taketh away the lives of so many innoccent people? They said they do it in the name of God. I don't think their "God" really would have wanted them to do such thing. Sounds more like Hitler trying to eliminate other "lesser" beings. Anyway since I am still suffering from mental block, I just wanna say - coward are those who strikes unannounced!!!!

On a lighter note, weekend is drawing near. TGIF!

Love of my life

Sorry to inform you that the blog writer COP is suffering mental block. Pressure of being middle-man and caught in between fires has taken its toll on me. Will be in some mental asylum called E***N for the whole week to receive some more bullet fires. "yee tuk Kong tuk" I think it's called. If I don't return, please remember the 10 things I loved about life :

1) Sound of waves hitting on the beach - probably related to sweet memories #2
2) Sleeping with my adorable baby Yoda and hearing him snore....SOOO CUTE, but darn he can be noisy
3) Falling in love - those EARLY stages of dating when all u wanna hear is his voice and all u can think about is how sweeeeet he is.
4) Going clubbing and getting high - and yet be able to laugh at ur friend who's pissed drunk :-p
5) Racing my City down the highway and imagining it's a Beemer...yalar, cheap thrill
6) Going on holidays with my gang of friends - always so fun and so bankrupt in the end
7) Thai massages - ur bones never feel the same again
8) Going camping in Europe - tq tq Paul and Soon peng for the unforgettable experience!! I can never forget the mountains and the snow. And my Sound of music!!!
9) Eating! One of the reason I love Malaysia and nowhere else!
10) Sleeping - with or without companion. Heck..it's good to have "something" to hug :)

But wait..if I die I'll be sleeping too much already. Hmm...so have to remove that item (10), and replace with...err....MSN messanger - without it I feel like a incomplete. Bet most of u are too !!!

The Purpose of Life?

Today coming back from a heavy dinner, a friend drop a bomb-shell question on me. Do I know what is my purpose in life? He must have thought I was a real bimbo coz I truly could not think why was I placed here on earth. I think I reached my mid-life crisis when I start wondering every day - what do I want, what is my purpose? Don't we all go thru this stage in life? Do u honestly know what is your purpose in life?

It can't be my job. Much as I LOVEEeee my job (*hey boss, incase u're reading this, I really really enjoy my job lots..NOT*), but for me the job is the job. I have no passion for it, and it contributes nothing to the goodness of mankind or to my self-fulfilment of life itself.
** So job <> Purpose.

Next I thought my purpose was to find a good man to marry and take care of me (told ya I was a bimbo!). But since my last breakup, I am even more sure that one cannot depend on a man. And especially u cannot make a man ur purpose in life.Ok, not gonna be a sexist so a woman also
cannot be ur purpose in life.
**So a partner might complement the purpose, BUT partner <> Purpose.

Then what? Is our purpose just to enjoy life? Don't think so either coz there was a time I went partying almost everyday, but at the end of the day instead of knowing my purpose, I am left
with a hangover and smelly smoky hair!
**So enjoy life <> Purpose.

Then my friend suggested why not I discover something I am passionate about and set that as my purpose in life. Actually did he suggest that or did he suggest me to take more holidays?!!??! Gosh, I think he might even have suggested I do more shopping since I am very passionate about shopping :D Now I am beginning to wonder too if my purpose is just to sleep and sleep and have good dreams...especially dreams of buying and buying and not have to pay a cent (tht is my ultimate BEST dream)

But seriously, do we really have to wait till we're almost dying to wonder if we have served our purpose in life? Or would we at that moment still be wondering WHAT IS MY PURPOSE in life? So now an additional burden is added to my mid-life crisis (err..actually I'm only 18 STILL). Now I have to seek to do something that makes my life more meaningful so that on the day I close my eyes 4ver, I can leave this world knowing I DID SOMETHING for it. Greaaatt...someone please remind me not to bring a complex man to watch movies like Mr.and Mrs.Smith. Somehow seeing too much of a sexy woman makes their brains tick more.

Moral of story : If u still dun know what is ur purpose in life, dun go watch movie with a complex guy :)JOKING!!! The real moral is if u're still clueless abt ur purpose in life, then get off tht lazy butt of urs and start doing some soul searching. If u think and u think and u still can't figure it out, then I got one advice. DONATE. As my friend said, maybe ur talent is to make money so u can donate it to those in need. Well.........tht's the easy way out sir!