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RM 90



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UBER SEXY! LOOKS BLING BUT SUBTLE...
RM 90




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RM 90




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make it go away

I am in pain. I don't get this everyday but when it arrives, oh boy it arrives in a fashion akin to driving an iron stake through my heart.

I first start to question why. But after grasping at straws I find that there really isn't a resolute answer. So why is it here to stay? I'm not good enough for anything or anyone, really. I'm coarse in more ways than one, indulge in too many vices and like being boozed. I guess it takes the pain away. I know. Sometimes I wish I was the dropped child and that my brother lived instead. I'm pathetic and feel I don't contribute good to any circumstances around me. Am I a people pleaser? Maybe I'm just a goofball who lives and breathes acceptance.

It's a heartache, nothing but a heartache
Hits you when it's too late, hits you when you're down
It's a fool's game, nothing but a fool's game
Standing in the cold rain, feeling like a clown...

I smile till my very teeth hurt. So sick of it. Go away. You make me feel and I don't wanna.

can i know you?

its been a whirlwind of a week and now that im seeing the end of it, im not too sure if i should be pleased with certain developments.

boy meets girl and both carry certain excesses with heavy hearts. i want it all or i want it all. where do i go from here?

wants & dont wants

i think im seriously considering a little bit more ruckus in this current plateau. at times that i feel irrationally lethargic and so i settle for the now and whatevers in it; at others im plain irritated with those areas and i wanna pack up and leave.

hence the ruckus i've been mulling over starts with this little bite thats gnawing at me. u either swat at the bug or u scratch that itch. how the hell are you supposed to ignore an itch like that? tis my analogy when the brains half functioning on mourndays.

like a darn nixon's list, i pen down pros and cons and tear em up. mentally i go over them again, then dismiss them with the onset of lifes distractions.

where do i go from here?

Holy Fuck

Must be the severe lack of calcium or tat i'm getting fucking clumsy around corners!

fuckheads in the tube

not fucking happy at all with the one-way communication tunnel the bosses are using to 'talk' to us. after all, we're but mere STAFF arent we!

bring nestlings in and give them names but no proper intro, designation, scope - he/she works together with another poor sucker or do we have to report to that he/she-who-deserves-to-be-whacked? fucking talk to us for chrissake. dont just fucking pop someone new into our midst and expect things to go beautifully.
fuck YOU. tell us why and what is the nincompoop here for! some of us have worked years, yet to be compensated in more ways than one, as far as i can see.

in the meantime, i am unfuckinghappy, definitely, and i dont give 2 shits about brand new albinos who come in tweeting and try to bend me to their will. no effing way man, id rather slap their faces around with a resignation letter than listen to their feeble bleating. im all riled up for war now. bring it on bitches and bastards.

no loops for the whoops

i finally removed them stitches today...approximately 4 days after i was due at the specialist. hehe.

the damned doc ignited my feelings of apprehension when he asked me to lie down. DAMN man...i never ever lie flat down if i can help it. i think it showed on my face so he re-adjusted the bed and told me to "just sit up okay already". hehe.

then when the nurse tugged and tugged and tugged at the black threads...i couldnt stop smiling to myself cos obviously the stitches are almost weeks old d right? then her question came, "sudah berapa lama ni?" HAHA...couldnt help it, i laughed and told her watching her mute struggle was pretty funny (probably reassured her that more brutality can be tolerated) and so she handled me like a chunk of beef flank in the butcher chop, and ta daaaa...all came out. then nursie just ferociously sprayed on the 'liquid' plaster onto the wound and MAN that stung :P

because i got hurt at a nightspot, the doctor jokingly asked me, "so, went back there again ah!" then he told me that i shoulda cut myself at a lower position above the ankle, cos "you're that type ma, can put tattoo to cover it la!"
$%&*#@$... yea, so funny. its killin me. ehem ehem. BUT to his credit i did think that the possibility of a tattoo was a pretty decent suggestion... but i'd have to cover the entire calf with disney world or something. ish ish! ISH.

i think this is it fer now...will update soonest. xoxoxoxo.

whoopsy doopsy

fresh out this week. ##$%^&%^...

dropped a huge vat of plastic 'tong' (full with water) onto me foot few days back. impact it had, i half expected to see a few toes missing! scraped off me opi and took some of me with it too (side of third toe)...
Rot.In.Poverty, ye old container.


ha. ha. couldnt believe i got another fresh one just this morning. literally tagged myself on the laundry basin. yowch!

Day 6: countdown to finale

A day before meeting the doc for stitch removal. That's tomoro... Ish ish.

Malaysian Institute of Estate Agents Annual Dinner '09

My man and yours truly. taking a break from the speeches and constant feasting :)