KuAi lUi uNlEaShEd

Getting sick makes me realise a lot of things.
1. When you are sick and alone, it makes matter worst.
2. Suddenly a warm hug would be very very valuable.
3. You become so vulnerable you don’t even think right.
4. You just want to drop down and cry out loud.
5. You don’t feel like working anymore.
6. Everything about life is suddenly against you.
7. You will finally know who really cares about you.
8. You will realise how lonely you are when nobody cares at all.
9. You will finally break down.
10. I cannot possibly think anymore.

I’ve been down with the flu bug for like 3 weeks. Already finish 2 batch of medicine from my panel clinic and from hospital melaka but i’m still permanently sniffing. At least, i’m able to sleep now. Thanks to actifed. I couldn’t sleep the first few nights i was down with the bug. That was like errrrr 1 week before Merdeka and today’s like almost the 10th day into the month of September. So help me….
Being down with the bug also means i have no mood to blog. I become very, if not extremely grumpy. I think the whole world is out against me. I think all girls are secretly evil-ly laughing at me because of my puny existence. I think everyone sees me as some stubby, hairy, black, short, ugly, warty, smelly troll and fat, very fat.

Thank you very much i am on my way to find the highest and deepest valley to leap into. If i find my way back i will blog again.

The loo is somewhere that any normal healthy person visits multiple times a day. Some visit it 10 times a day, some 3 to 4 times depending on the amount of water you drink. I have a self-professed small bladder, so i visit the loo rather often through out the day.
Ok, why the toilet tales if you ask? So, if i have to visit the loo many times a day but i despise and absolutely loathe seeing this person that disguise me so much i want to stuff her head into the toilet bowl after disengagement of waste from my bowels. (oOps, yeah, it’s a her and i’m being very bitchy. So? It’s my blog and it’s all the tantrum i want and can throw) Anyway, if i chance upon this person once in the loo and i wanna stuff her head down the toilet bowl filled with shat. 2nd time i bump into the same person, i still wanna stuff her head down the wc. 3rd time and so on and so forth the same repetitive thing goes through my mind and each time i become braver. So, i stop going to the loo.
I mean, one can’t really stop peeing through out the day. So, today finally when i push open the door to the loo and saw the bitch AGAIN trying to tell herself she is oh-not-so-fugly afterall by looking in the mirror for 10 minutes. I close the door and walk off. This way, i will not be doing something bad eg: stuffing someone down the wc. This way, i also avoid staring at that fugly filthy lewd woman’s thing-you-call-face.

Ah, enough of ramblings today. Feel so much better everytime i bitch about it especially at graveyard hours where other than talking to myself i have no one else to bitch about.
I love bitching. That’s what girls are great at and i’m sure fugly bitch bitches about me too.

*Note to self. Should definitely buy acid and bring it everywhere i go so maybe i can accidentally let it splash on someone’s fugly face.

Well, the nation’s 50th Independance Day Celebration is coming up and i might blog about the day. Want to go catch the fireworks competition over at putra but my working days sux. So, please go if you have the chance and record some video and share it with me.

For more details, visit Malaysia International Fireworks Competition
It will be an event going on for like 2 weeks so select the countries you would want to watch their fireworks display and enjoy the show! Malaysia’s doing the opening ceremony and i’m sure it’ll be good and something worth catching this August.

Ciao then!

Have you ever hated someone so much that every time you glance upon the person’s face you are filled to the brim with hatred and all you want to do is spill/throw/drench some acid down that fugly face?
I have and i’m so sick of feeling so remorseful over my thoughts.
Maybe if i really do it i won’t feel so remorse.
I wonder where can i get some acid? The type where upon pouring it on anything, the thing(preferably flesh ie:human face) being poured upon sizzles and the *unsub grimaces in pain and horror that the unsub’s face will never look the same again. *grins
Gone will be the smugness the unsub always has on the filthy face.
Maybe then that unsub won’t be so full of itself. (itself is being used because that unsub is not worthy of even being a homosapien) The unsub is so low that the unsub can only be classified as some algae or dust or amoebic existence. Even amoeba stands tall beside the unsub.
Yes, i really hate the unsub i am talking about. I want to pour hot acid down the unsub’s fugly face and laugh with pure evilness while i see the unsub suffer in front of me.
I want the unsub to beg for my forgiveness for being so conceited over the unsub’s so called self satisfaction over ruining other’s life.
I want the unsub to wish it was never born and for it to slither away in disgrace.

Maybe i should just buy a new book and get distracted with my deranged motives or maybe get a hobby like knitting. Good idea?
Certainly having a little evil in myself makes me more satisfied.
Will blog more happy thoughts when i have happy thoughts. Soon!

*Unsub stands for an Unknown Subject of an Investigation which in this case ‘unsub’ is used to avoid any misconceptions.

We did it, we bashed them, wee Potter’s the One,
And Voldy’s gone mouldy, so now let’s have fun.

I particularly enjoyed this composition out of the many that came out from Peeves, the mischievious poltergiest in the famous 7 Harry Potter installment. I didn’t have the honour to read it on day one it was stacked on the book shelf, again due to the location i’m at. So, my sister pos laju-ed it to me on Monday. I got it yesterday and i finished it just minutes ago. I really wanted to read through the night but i had to wake up early today i bear the excrutiating pain of what i call ‘ren’ and chose to read the rest today.

Spoilers ahead! In order or maybe not, who died.
Mad-eye-moody
George’s ear
Dobby
Fred Weasley
Remus Lupin
Nymphadora Tonks
Severus Snape
Tom Riddle aka Lord Voldemort
I mean the important characters in the book, many have died along the way but it is not important because i can barely recall their importance to the story anyways.

It was painful indeed not to be able to read it first hand when i keep seeing the book soaring pass me in news and major newspaper due to the outrage it has caused. I thoroughly and sincerely enjoyed the book and i teared when Dobby died in vain to save Harry. It was so touching ok. Aberforth sent him! Aberforth is Dumbledore’s brother and apparently Snivellus, i mean Severus Snape didn’t murder Dumbledore. Dumbledore was cursed and would die within a year so it was all planned out that he would help Dumbledore ‘die’.
Well, it wouldn’t be nice if i tell you everything. My advice?

BLOODY GO READ THE BOOK!
Only low-life ignorant muggles read reviews online instead of savouring what the book has to offer. I damn ‘pei-si’/look down/detest/despise those who are ignorant. If you don’t like to read, why bother at all about the story? Wait till the movie comes out then, in like 2 or 3 years time. Hate uneducated ignorant muggles.
** If you dun even know what a muggle is, you seriously need to get a life and start being more aware of your surrounding.

More spoilers ahead, Tonks and Lupin got married and had a son name Ted named after Tonk’s father. Harry’s the godfather.
After 19 years, (no the story didn’t last 19 years) Harry married Ginny Weasley and Hermione married Ron and they name their kids after all those dead adults. How corny can the ending get? I like the story everybit anyways. Even if Harry’s son is called Albus Severus Potter. Btw, Snivellus’s the good guy apparently and he’s nuts about Lily (Harry’s mum). His loyalty for the Mouldy Voldy ended when Mouldy decided to kill Lily. From that moment he was loyal to Dumbledore and Dumbledore only and his mission is to protect Lily, his one and only love. So touching, right? Yucks. His patronus is a doe, same as Lily apparently. Gosh, imagined if Lily married Snape. Then it would be Harry Snapey and the Goblet of Fire, Harry Snapey and the Philosopher’s Stone. Hahaha….. it even rhymes!

Planning to read through all 7 of the books again once i salvage it from my sisters. Box set out in September. Would it be crazy to buy it? Just for collection and leisure reading purposes.
I feel blissful after completing HP, definitely not empty.
I rest my case.

What is OCD? Obsessive-compulsive disorder (OCD) is an anxiety disorder characterized by persistant and repetitive thoughts and behaviors that are often upsetting and disruptive to a person’s day-to-day life. The symptoms of OCD may range from mild to severe. Severe OCD may be chronic and disabling. (source: About OCD)

Why this topic today? I myself am a person who suffers from what i believe mild OCD, family and close friends of mine all know about what i obsessed about. However, this entry is not about me. I came upon an article on star.com.my today and the title of the article actually gripped me. Nuts Over Nyonya Kueh Pls, go ahead and read about it and tell me if i’m wrong. The title itself got me thinking, well after residing in the small town where baba nyonya people originated from and tasting all the nyonya delicacies since i was a kid; i am glad someone is actually appreciating and telling tales about us. Then, i click open the article —

‘I LOVE santan, that luscious, thick, creamy coconut milk that is brought forth when you squeeze freshly-grated coconut with a little bit of water, and which is used in one of Penang’s most famous products, nyonya kueh.’

I went like WTFG? Who the hell is this person? Has she actually tasted true authentic nyonya kuih before? So i went forth and read the article about how tasty the cakes were and how authentic is the seller (whom buys it from another person and sell it). Miss, have you tasted ORIGINAL AUTHENTIC NYONYA KUIH? She tasted some nyonya kuih sold by some indian guy who doesn’t even make them himself and yet she has the guts to say it is ONE OF PENANG’S MOST FAMOUS PRODUCTS. (seriously no offense to penangites or indians, this entry is just against that particular journalist and her only)

Let me again bring everyone back to yester-year.

‘In the 15th century, the city states of the Malay Peninsula often paid tribute to various kingdoms such as the kingdoms of China and Siam. Close relations with China were established in the early 15th century, during the reign of Parameswara, when Admiral Zheng He (Cheng Ho), a Muslim Chinese, visited Malacca. In return for such tribute, a princess of China, Hang Li Po was presented as a gift to Sultan Mansur Shah, the Sultan of Malacca, at that time (+/-1459 AD). The royalty and servants who accompanied the princess initially settled in Bukit Cina and eventually grew into a class of straits-born Chinese known as the Peranakan.’ (source: Peranakan)’

If my eyes are right to me now, i see MALACCA not PENANG, or TIMBUKTU in the above article. Yes, due to marriage or migration there are plenty of Peranakan people residing all over Malaysia but how dare this author steal one of Malacca’s best known authenticity and pirate it into some Penang most famous? This is absolutely outrageous and i would not be called a Malaccan if i don’t voice it out today.

TASTY NYONYA KUIHS can be found in any prick or corner in Malacca. Just step on to any Pasar Malam and you can find mouth watering Nyonya Kuihs, just to name a few. You can head on to Bukit Beruang Pasar Malam which is open every Monday & Wednesday (Look for the stall which sells popiah, top hat, lots of kuih. Usually 3 or 4 aunties and 1 uncle will be manning the stall). There are of course plenty other places where you can get delicious nyonya kuih but this stall sell it cheap and they have plenty of variety. There is also a malay stall at ujong pasir where they open everyday around 4pm and the have almost 20++ types of nyonya kuih. Don’t ask me why malays are selling it but it’s so friggin good i used to go every weekend to savour them when i stayed near there. (Turn right when you come out from St paul’s hill junction and keep right. It is beside a Malay mosque)

Oh, back to my title. Why did i mentioned OCD?

‘Helen Ong is a self-confessed foodie who loves to hunt down the best of Penang.’ (Helen Ong is the author of that disgusting article)

Now i get it, her self obsessive-ness about Penang (once again, no offense to penangites) and due to the fact she ran out of penang food to rave about she had nowhere to turn to. So, she stole some little-known delicacies from some town miles and miles away and call is ONE OF PENANG’S MOST FAMOUS. If it’s so famous, how come none of my Penang friends ever mentioned it before? We all know Penang has the best assam laksa, the best nasi kandar, the best hiong peng. NYONYA KUIH? Get a life.

I was talking to my sister about the article and below is our conversation.

Sis: ‘Haiyah, she’s probably penang gal la. Next, she will say Penang has the BEST Klang bakuteh.’

Me: ‘ Ya, then she also will say Penang has the best Ipoh Hor Fun and Chicken Rice Ball.’

Sis: ‘Blog about it la.’

So, here i am, still quite pissed about the article but not so anymore after endless typing and ranting bout the poor girl who has never been out of that small island. I pity her lack of knowledge. I rest my case. Sweet dreams people. It’s 0429am.

I woke up after sleeping for almost 11hours but i still felt freakingly tired. Yesterday noon i had the weirdest dream ever which involves transformers and some murdered caucasian chick.

It all started when one day me and my sister found this box hidden under a panel in our rented house. We opened it and found this picture of a caucasian girl inside, blond with blue eyes and all. Being not very curious people in my dream. We left the picture in the box and went back to out business. Next morning we woke up with mini eye balls all over the bed. Somehow, we knew the eye balls belonged to the box. We kept the eye balls back into the box thinking it must have fell out somehow when we were checking the box out. Next morning, i woke up with MORE mini eye balls all scattered on my bed and some stuck to my clothes. Disgusted, i got my sister to pick em’ off and put them back into the box.

Next day, some friends came over our house and they all had eye balls sticking on the back of their shirts. After some questioning, we found out the twin guys staying with us knew the girl. She was apparently one of their ex when they were studying overseas and she got murdered and buried under the house. I can’t remember the twins murdered her or she got murdered by some random killer but in the dream nobody seemed concern even if the twins were killer. The mini eye balls haunting us were more creepy.

All of a sudden my house became a seedy apartment and i was suddenly alone. I got attacked by the neighbours. They threw rotten fruits, eggs into my house through the window. They claimed i was a cheap woman who brought the haunting caucasian girl back. I was shun by the whole neighbourhood.

Then, i woke up. Weird, right? I also remembered bits and pieces where i work in this place where u have to drive there by this long and winding hill road (like in initial d, where they race) and suddenly some car turn into transformers. I totally understand why transformers because i just watch that yesterday but the weird dead caucasian and the mini eye balls that just wouldn’t go away? Friggin weird!

Tell me about it? *rolls eye*

I’m so glad i actually manage to catch the long awaited 5th installment of the famous Harry Potter book-turned-movie quite early. I didn’t have the honour to watch the premiere due to location difficulties but i caught it on the first screening day. I must say, i quite like this one as compared to the first four movies. I still remember i gave loads of negative comments after i watch the 3rd installment but well, i must say this one’s not bad afterall.

Being one big freak Harry Potter book fan, i didn’t quite like the phoenix book as compared to the azkaban and the goblet fire one. In fact, i can’t decide which one of those 2 were my favourite but the movies deeply disappointed me. As for the phoenix one, it’s one of the least read book by me. (what i meant by least read is, i’ve read book 1-4 at least 5 times minimum, certain ones up to 7 or 8 times until i can practically have the book scenes running through my head, but i’ve only read the phoenix book like 3 times. so it is considered the least read.) The movie was pretty much cut short, lots of details of course weren’t insert into the movies. I can pretty much list out tonnes but who would wanna spoilt it? Oh…me. Hah!

Spoiler ahead! For one, they neglect to mention Hermione and Ron were elected prefect and how Harry was so jealous with the fact. They also neglect to mention Firenze the centaur took over Professor Trelawney’s Divination classes. Of course, they left out all the Quidditch stuff but i quite like the flying scenes especially the one in the early part of the movie where the order escorted harry to london on brooms. They change the storyline about Cho’s friend ratting on the DA lessons, instead Cho was fed veritaserum and she was the one giving in to Dolores Umbridge in the movie. One thing quite successful about the movie is Dolores Umbridge is certainly someone everyone would despise deeply. Her act of annoyance and irritation in the movie makes me want to slap her 5 times at every 1 glance of her smug face.

Other than the flying scene, i find Luna Lovegood’s character in the movie quite cool. In fact more outstanding than Cho’s character. Cho’s character seemed to be quite puny and not outstanding compared to the rest. (unless, you must stress on the kissing scene.) The part where Sirius died and how Harry was so devastated would have been nice if it were extended a bit on Harry’s sadness in losing his godfather. Thought the part where Voldemort sort of posessed Harry was sort of weird. The twitching and stuff is sort of overdoing. I would have not mind if that part was left out.

Now i anticipate the last installment of the series. Book 7 is due out 21st this very month and i’ve pre-ordered the book like months ago. Due to location factor again, i will have problems reading it on 21st itself. I want to go back to my hometown on the 21st, collect the book and be back in Genting to read it. Sigh….. At least i still have Philip Pullman’s Dark materials to compensate. I’m at Book 2!

Ciao and cheers for now! Need to get back to o-boring-work. Bahhh!

Am currently at my 2nd report today. Spent almost 3 hours at the first. Looks like i can’t finish everything today. Need to blog more but smoke gets in my lungs, some AM is fagging away in the air-conditioned office. So darn considerate. When i get those black spots on my lungs, they will pay my medical bills. Smell’s gonna stick to my jacket and now i need to wash it. @&^@%#$@^@&@

Need to get back to my report. It’s getting late. I have 2 more hours before i check out! =(( Eyes are extremely tired but need to get it done soon. Help!!!!!

Note to self: Think i’m getting a fever. Keep feeling very cold and suddenly start sweating… brrr…. Flu’s been haunting me for 4 days. No amount of actifed is stopping it. Gahhh….

This is a post dedicated to my Puny Bear Petrelli. It all started when we all begun to watch Heroes. I was inspired by Claire Bear and the fact that Nathan Petrelli is her father. So, therefore we have Puny Bear Petrelli. Puny was originally punebee, derived from pumo + nemo (yes, the fish from the famous movie). Then it morphed into punybee and so on and so forth. Then others start calling her puny, so now the final morphing is puny bear petrelli! Tadaaaaaaaa… and there’s a cute little bear call Puny Bear sitting comfortably in my room. She replaces my PBP when PBP is not around. Although my PBP can never be replaced!

So excited my PBP is coming up tomorrow! Yay!!!!!!

**Note: PBP is not fiction. She is indeed a true person and my best friend. This entry is totally irrelevant.