I HAD A CRUSH ON...

alcohol...


It was a
bitter crush when i had it during the 19th years of my life.. Bitter,
nevertheless tempting..




Liquid from cans never is my taste..
especially when they call it beer (biiru - in Japs, bir - in malay) cus it sound
like some unused parts of a bird or an ostrich in any languages.
And its not
helping when u have beers by the name of Tiger (so apek), Carlsberg ( ah beng
can say out loud but wud never be able to spell), Heineken ( sounds like some
foul word in Hokkien)..




So i diverted the attention to
svelte looking bottle with proper 'labels' - Black Label, royal names - Chivas
Regal , and names of handsome dudes- jack Daniels ( can u visualise Shayne ward
wen u mentioned- ' can i have a jack daniels? ' 0_0
And i wudnt mind call
myself a Hennesy Lee , if i have to :)




Despite having rash
and irritation every time i have 64% of kerosene content in my stomach, i still
pursue.. because... i dunno why... it taste better than plain water...




And coming from a 95% male dominated college doesnt help in
promotiing drinking iced milo for meeting session. Tho at times i find it
amusing why people drop dead on the floor after a glass of Martell mixed with
Stout and coke. I actually liked that combo very much...



I hate
the fermented grape juice though... why is people taking such a long time to sip
dat darn purple (murasaki- in Japs) liquid? cant they just gulp it in ???



then i had an optional early retirement from being an alki for a
couple of years.. till now..



I saw the murasaki liquid (wine
lar!!!) someone gave. 2 bottles somemore.. ma's not gonna drink it cus drinking
is not condoned here at home... As much as i dun fancy whiney wines, seems a
waste... I had a white lie... Told ma, I dunno what is dat and gave it away...



wtf



which 29 years old am not able to
differentiate a sparkling juice and a wine bottle?




so now i
have alco in my 100 plus, alco in my orange juice, alco in the mee's gravy. and
everythig possible.. i found my love again.... despite that its murasaki.. wat
the heck... it still have kerosene content in it..



I had alco
the week before, I had alco mid of the week, then i had alco again after buka
puasa, then i go home have more alco which i drenched in 100 plus so ma wont
suspect.



The next day, i had alco before i leave the house to
work.. then i think of how nice to have alco during work.. then i try to figure
how much alco i can fit into the milo cup at work so no one wud suspect.. I kept
thinking how nice to have an alco in the midst of a jam. Then I wud also like to
have alco by my sides when i have queries unanswered.



I sat and
stare wit alco in hand. I talk alco.. I spend so much more time in the alco
section in Jusco admiring the arrays of alco.



Am making a
grocery list with alco on top of the list. I wud like to have alco during
chousoku, chuusoku and yuushoku.



ya, i had a sudden crush on
alcohol.. I wud like to have a glass of ; biiru, shanpan, uisukii, wain,
burandee and watever thats on the same league..



Biiru wo mou
sukoshi ikaga desu ka?



burp... and i just had a paratha soaked
in ... u wont want to know...


-___-

It was a bitter crush
when i had it during the 19th years of my life.. Bitter, nevertheless tempting..




Liquid from cans never is my taste.. especially when they
call it beer (biiru - in Japs, bir - in malay) cus it sound like some unused
parts of a bird or an ostrich in any languages.
And its not helping when u
have beers by the name of Tiger (so apek), Carlsberg ( ah beng can say out loud
but wud never be able to spell), Heineken ( sounds like some foul word in
Hokkien)..




So i diverted the attention to svelte looking
bottle with proper 'labels' - Black Label, royal names - Chivas Regal , and
names of handsome dudes- jack Daniels ( can u visualise Shayne ward wen u
mentioned- ' can i have a jack daniels? ' 0_0
And i wudnt mind call myself a
Hennesy Lee , if i have to :)




Despite having rash and
irritation every time i have 64% of kerosene content in my stomach, i still
pursue.. because... i dunno why... it taste better than plain water...




And coming from a 95% male dominated college doesnt help in
promotiing drinking iced milo for meeting session. Tho at times i find it
amusing why people drop dead on the floor after a glass of Martell mixed with
Stout and coke. I actually liked that combo very much...



I hate
the fermented grape juice though... why is people taking such a long time to sip
dat darn purple (murasaki- in Japs) liquid? cant they just gulp it in ???



then i had an optional early retirement from being an alki for a
couple of years.. till now..



I saw the murasaki liquid (wine
lar!!!) someone gave. 2 bottles somemore.. ma's not gonna drink it cus drinking
is not condoned here at home... As much as i dun fancy whiney wines, seems a
waste... I had a white lie... Told ma, I dunno what is dat and gave it away...



wtf



which 29 years old am not able to
differentiate a sparkling juice and a wine bottle?




so now i
have alco in my 100 plus, alco in my orange juice, alco in the mee's gravy. and
everythig possible.. i found my love again.... despite that its murasaki.. wat
the heck... it still have kerosene content in it..



I had alco
the week before, I had alco mid of the week, then i had alco again after buka
puasa, then i go home have more alco which i drenched in 100 plus so ma wont
suspect.



The next day, i had alco before i leave the house to
work.. then i think of how nice to have alco during work.. then i try to figure
how much alco i can fit into the milo cup at work so no one wud suspect.. I kept
thinking how nice to have an alco in the midst of a jam. Then I wud also like to
have alco by my sides when i have queries unanswered.



I sat and
stare wit alco in hand. I talk alco.. I spend so much more time in the alco
section in Jusco admiring the arrays of alco.



Am making a
grocery list with alco on top of the list. I wud like to have alco during
chousoku, chuusoku and yuushoku.



ya, i had a sudden crush on
alcohol.. I wud like to have a glass of ; biiru, shanpan, uisukii, wain,
burandee and watever thats on the same league..



Biiru wo mou
sukoshi ikaga desu ka?



burp... and i just had a paratha soaked
in ... u wont want to know...


-___-

When The Heart Just Aint Gonna Wake Up Second Time

I am heartbroken -__- .

Sigh .

Sigh .

I no longer park my car at the back lane where i used to .

I no longer bother to even look at the produce of the day .

I no longer felt irritated seeing someone sleeping under the table .

I no longer am bothered why monies flushes faster than my poo.

I no longer participate in any mental cringing conversation .

I no longer hold on to the felt tip pen nor colleen color pencils .

I no longer am bothered about how my claims are done as long as its more than what I claim .

I now walk in the door with a frown .

I now park my car at a deserted place from the other .

I now dont even bother to peek thru the glass window to see how things are doin .

I now use 100 grammes paper to print my bank transaction and forgot .
about being thrifty .

I now bleached all my think cells to be purely blank and not be able to digest any instruction .

I also bombed my grey masses so I would not be able to provide any opinion .

I fried my heart so I can lose all compassion .

And the day I declined an opportunity to Buenos Aires, it confirms my doubt..

The level of regret does not surmount to a level expected.

I am now cleansed and in purity form.

I have no passion, no opinion, no feel, no nothing!!

So pure.... O_o

THE DAY I ACTUALLY FELT SOME HUMAN VALUES IN ME

I have stopped looking forward to anything in the stupid job that I do.

I hate to go to work and see almost the full bunch of people i hate and so want to

pour acid and see them dissolve.

I also hate the idea of giving instructions to people with intellect not equivalent to the post that they are holding in the organisation.

But I do like having sessions where the people i despise are dispersed around and hidden among heads of kids.

Yeah i conducts workshop. Doing b a t i k. Conduct may not be a suitable term. Facilitate ? Teach ? Assist ? Lectures?

Whatever it is, I head the class :D (Ya, I have a tendency to monopolize what I do)

As much as I don't like kids, its a warm feel in the heart when you hav this ;

CLASS PARTICIPATION - ya, kids actually do listen sometimes. depends on what you said and how u convey your message. ANd i think I did quite ok :) despite the facts that I hate kids , pets or any organism that excrete out shit. besides me, of course :)

Garbed with little knowledge I have on what I preach to these people, I think I always manage to conduct the class with grace and a dash of emotional quotient and hopefully inspires them to not go be an arse to the society.

See? I ask provocative question which leads to much anticiption. woot!


Kids from Negeri Sembilan on a tour to KL, dropping by for an hour of batik session.

I believe in the answer-and-u-shall-be-rewarded mode of learning. Cus people are often greedy to get some freebies, tho its some expired calendar bookmark... :P (gosh i am evil)

Sometimes I do a wonderful job in giving out explanation. Sometimes I am crap. So my teaching trails and I mislead people, i must admit. nevertheles I am still good at what I do :P

I think I sound convincing enough :)

No meh??

Kids from Sek Men Tampin or Telok Gong or somewhere from Seremban.

A very weird day indeed. With 40 students from the Kelab pelancongan of the particular school. Class was as usual. I trailed and mislead as usual :)

And the President of the club made a speech to thank me... awww... i mislead and crapped my way and i got a thank you speech... U__U (i vow i will do better next time)

And it was 1 hour and half session of briefing, and hand-on, 15 mins of drying and Q&A and another 15 mins of camwhoring with the students in the gallery. Upon request. :)

Well cant blame them. They have not seen any ah moi in batik sarong as gorgeous as mine.

And by now my pix is already in most of their camera phone memories and downloaded to friendster. Ya I heard a smatter of Mandarin about 'friendster' during the unofficial photo taking session..

I hope you guy can photoshop my boobs a bit before uploading? No?

HEAR NO EVIL

I so hate where i live.

Again I heard people yodelling in lust a unit below mine.

I hate where I live.

As much as i love sex, it's not really what I have in mind to have the sound effect translated to my mind in THIS neighbourhood.

Day in day out, i enter the elevator alongside many other people not as hot as me >_<
Mostly ladies in their shabby pajamas, dirty work clothes, out-of-fashion-wear, weeping baby in tow. And men in their extremely dirty work clothes, 2 packs of cigarettes in hand, engine-oil laden hands, smelly body, scruffy hair and not really in good shape.
Oh, there's another group of men above 46 yrs old. In worn out shirt with only 2 buttons on and 3 quarter pants that seems not washed for a couple of days.

When I heard the yodel, (for the second time!!) I felt a moment of intrusion into my life after work. My private life in my room. Why does the sound transfer so easily to my unit?
Why must she start yodelling at 10.30pm?? We are living in time where at 10.30pm, there's lots of series to catch up on tv. And that is als time where most would have just finished some light snacks after dinner and waiting for Grey's Anatomy to start.

10 freaking minutes of yodeleh- yodeleh-hii-hoo!!!! It could have been longer, I dunno....
But it keep roaming my mind to find out who is the 'yodeler' among those that I've seen in the elevator daily??
Gawd i pray it's not the 60 years old aunty who sells newspaper or her daughter in law who looked like a tomboy. Gosh, please not the ah sor who wear crocs and always dirty the elevator with her bags of dripping thrash.

I guess it's none of my business as to when people like to yodel. not that I have anything against it.. Hey, its part of sex :) and sex is not prohibited.
But to have to listen to people yodeling when I am in meditation mode trying to convince myself I have a great life is not appealing at all..

I hate my place....