Monday, October 29, 2007

Because the sky is grey

You are my sunshine

My only sunshine

You make me happy

When skies are grey

Human beings perceive thing differently. And it’s great that we get to see through others’ eyes by mingling with them. I’m usually too ignorant to notice things like this or maybe none are significant enough to be noticed. But there’s one that I remember.

This song has been playing in my head since…well, not long ago. Maybe it’s because I’m happy? Even though the sky is grey? I like grey skies. Anyway, about perceptions. Once, a few friends and I were singing this song and another friend asked, “How can there be sun when the sky is grey?” And I answered, “Well, the sky was grey but then the sun came out so everyone became happy.” I never saw it the way he did. And he most certainly didn’t see it the way I did hahahaha!

So…hmm…yea. The way I see things now is this will be my last post for the week :P I just can’t keep up with all the crunchyroll, and then there’s the exam. *sucks* If you didn’t notice, I haven’t been reading blogs lately too. Sorry guys for not visiting. Google reader is piling up again. I just want the crunchyroll part. It’s so cool. I go there every time I’m online and the range of videos there…! Simply amazing! I’m so higggghhhhh…. Well, I’m off to watch dramas! Adios~

Friday, October 26, 2007

Fatt Choi (prosperity) number

I’ve told you about how I hate people who forward endless nonsensical emails to me and about this friend of mine who does exactly the same thing here before. I’ve been reluctant to tell her to stop because I feel she’s the sensitive type and she’s my friend anyway. But today, after so many years of relatively manageable inbox, I opened my Yahoo and saw 88 new emails.

88 new emails in less than 12 hours. And guess who they’re from? My friend. Let’s see what I got:

Jesus! 76 exact mails! Erghhhhh….*bites teeth*

P.S: The only 2 guys who frequent this place think I should reply to Mr. Email (let’s make his uber uncool, long name short) and the thought of that is kinda exciting. Not that kind of excitement you pervert! But more like what if he’s human and we conduct a psychological test on him (muahahahha) with CY and JC as the testers. In short, we prank him! Then again, this is my email you’re talking about. Replying would just be verifying that my account exists and god knows what I might get the next time I check my mail. 888 new mails?

Damn it. Do you know how long it took me to post this stupid thing? I don't even remember. I tried to upload the images for like 8888 times before it could finally work. Sheesh!

Thursday, October 25, 2007

Love letter, sorta

I always get this kind of emails (what I’m going to show you next). I don’t know why I get them and I wonder if any of you gets them. Maybe it’s just me. It’s like how weird people seem to like adding my friend in facebook but nobody tries to add me (which is good) I usually delete without reading but today I thought I’d let it amuse me.

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Is he serious? Do you know how long that shit is? That’s like a thousand words. He could have just said, “I’m your perfect man, and I wouldn’t mind if you’re older than me, I would still marry you and give you all my riches.” The end.

But anyway, since he made so much effort, maybe I would too. Let’s see…ah! He’s got light blue, sea colored eyes…OooHhh I’m so all over him now. But he’s got brawn hair. Hmm…I’m not so sure about that. Wow he went to so many universities…that must mean he’s smarter than me. A little too smart. That’s bad. Bad. *shakes head* What, he’s whole family are teachers? Teachers are boring. What else…you know what? Let’s stop here. Mr. my new email, email just for You and Me, I may not know what your are (maybe an email) or some alien race by looking at your weird name, but how old are you? This is one thing I noticed. They can go on and on about how many strands of hair they have on their back but not their age.

Oh and if you asked me why I replied his previous message, you’re so gonna get the fist (after I tell you how stupidly straight you are)

P.S: Really sorry if you really read through the whole thing and your eyes bleed. I don't buy insurance.

Monday, October 22, 2007

We all have lovely lives, don't we?

Sigh. I live a sad life. Woa that sounds profound. But yea, my life is sad. I’m being forced to do what I don’t want to, hence the word ‘force’ duh. Other than that, I can’t enjoy my snacks because my mom loves to nag. “Why do you have to eat so fast?” she asked, annoyed, while I chomped away the titbits we just bought. It wasn’t the fact that I was driving at that time; she would have said the same thing even if I was eating it at home. “Do you even stop to swallow? You just keep on eating.” And then she showed more of her annoyed face. Arghh! Can you leave me alone? Let me eat in peace!

Now I have one of the snacks next to me and I can’t finish it even when I want to because all hell will break lose tomorrow if I did that.

Welcome to my life.

Sunday, October 21, 2007


People I meet often become subjects of spaceparade. I put them through various twisted tests before I throw them back to earth.

While working today (for 12 hours, mind you, I just have to say this coz my leg hurts) I met with 2 similar questions from 2 different people of um…very dissimilar characteristics.

Let’s start with the first encounter. A colleague which I’ve never met (don’t ask why I’ve never met my colleague, we just never, heh) came by to chat and half way through, the question of whether I have a boyfriend cropped up. Then it ultimately led to her asking me, “How about I introduce you to my son?”, twice, to which both times I answered with a smile.

That was a shocker. The question popped up just like pop corns in the microwave, you don’t know when it might pop. Geez, that’s a lot of pop in a sentence. Anyway, I don’t wanna know how her son looks like – he may be cute for all I know – and I don’t wanna know what he does or whatever else about him. I don’t care. Stop freaking my out by asking me that twice! Yuck! God! Uh, I’ll take it as a joke.

Now the second encounter. Another colleague brought her son with her and my, was he a talking machine! He came in and right away he says, “What’s your name? I’m __ and I’m 11 but I talk like I’m 50. Some people even liken me to an obasan.”


Then he goes on about other stuffs which eleven year olds don’t talk about, like the prime minister’s use of languages (!), the number of homosexuals in his school and their classifications, tada tada tada, you get the idea. And of course he also threw me with loads of questions like, where do you live? How old is your mother? And all those questionings ultimately led to, again, do you have a boyfriend? Is anyone courting you right now? How bout we have a private conversation? (!!!) #_#”

Eleven year olds today! When I was eleven I was watching cartoon at home. Ok I don’t remember what I did when I was eleven. Do you remember your eleven? God, what did the world turn into? My 3 year old niece scoops out guys on the streets. *shakes head*

It just occurred to me that I’m double his age. And he’s got more girlfriends than I do boyfriends.

So about today? It’s more like I’m the one being subjected to twisted tests. My god. That’s all I can say.

Tuesday, October 16, 2007

Junction mania

I almost hit another car today. I just don’t understand why people cannot treat the junction outside my house like a junction. You’re supposed to stop at a junction and see if there are any oncoming cars. But they stubborn drivers just don’t. They stop at every other junction but never at the junction near my place.

As I was almost at the junction I had to slow down for Mr. Opportunistic. Upon seeing me come, regardless of whether I was making a turn or going straight at him had he come out, he drove out anyway. Like always I approached quite close to him because he had to take his time making the turn. Fine. I’ll let you pass. But thing is, Mr. Pimple Face behind him is kinda dense. Seeing that I was going straight, he decided to speed out anyway. I don’t know. Maybe he wants to die. Or maybe he wants his parents to buy him a new car.

I had to come to an emergency halt and Mr. Pimple Face-Initial D-Jay Chou-wannabe-with-his-tilted-head could only put on a ‘oops…sorry’ face. Had I hit him he’d be in a sorry state alright. And he’ll just be a pain in my ass. He better remember this junction for the rest of his sorry life.

Then there was this other time when Mr. Impatient & co. honked at me. I don’t know how to explain this. Look at the diagram.

Hello? What the fuck is wrong with you?

This somehow made me link it to the oncoming elections. For 10 years people living here have been complaining about this junction and asking the authorities to put up a sign or just do something about it, but they just turned a deaf ear to us. We do have good patience, don’t we? Give us a good reason why we should elect you, whoever you may be.

Saturday, October 13, 2007

Pointless talk time

I have two mobile numbers, one which I got for free and hardly use. I’m only maintaining it because I want to keep the number. I mean, what are the chances that you can get a free number and it happens to be a nice one?

I would reload 10 bucks every 3 months to keep them from canceling the number. Ok this is how the system works for those who are not familiar: You reload (say, 10 bucks which is valid for 7 days) and after that period your account is frozen for 3 months until you reload again. During this time you can receive calls but cannot make any yourself. This cycle has to be repeated every 3 months (or less) if you want to keep your line.

Ok, ok enough with the ‘technical’ stuff. Here comes the gist. The other morning I was rudely awakened by a series of SMSes which if received by some would definitely make their day. It reads something like ‘Get free 12 bucks airtime when you reload at least 10 bucks by…’ and another one reads ‘Stay with us and receive 6 bucks airtime on bla and bla Oct.’ OH! Now I get it! Seriously, I only just understood what it meant while typing this. Now it doesn’t sound as attractive anymore. I was going to make a big deal out of it but…Sigh. The end of the post. I have no more to say.






Wait…wait…Telco ABC still loves me. They sometimes give me 5 bucks airtime during my 3 month dormant period. And sometimes 3 bucks. And sometimes they reactivate my line. See, I do have something to say. Yay! My friends didn’t get any of these. Yea they didn’t. Yea. Adopt my reload habit. Yea. Yea…Ok bye! *runs off*

Tuesday, October 9, 2007

Meme: I'm tagged, therefore...

It should be, Meme: Useless questions. But I'm a good cat. I listen to instructions.

I’ve been tagged by Cometh…erm, last month. Heh.

Rules: Repeat subject header “I’M TAGGED, THEREFORE…”Copy + paste these rules in your entry. Complete these 15 totally useless statements & questions. Mention who you were tagged by, followed by 8 people whom you’ll be tagging.

If I was an opposite gender, what would my party clothes be like?

Erm, what has the opposite gender and party clothes to do with each other?

At 10am this morning, I was…

Waiting for my alarm clock to ring.

At 10pm tonight, I will be…

It’s 10:59 now.

Who should be the next Malaysian Prime Minister?

Would it matter?

If my spouse told me to do without sex for a year, I would…


If I was a piece of a car, I would be the…

I’ll be the driver. Never the car.

If I was told one day that I would have to give up either 1) anything chocolate OR 2) ever seeing the beach again, for the rest of my life, which one will I give up?

Har? I don’t understand. Skip!

Singapore is good for…

Yea, what is Singapore good for?

If I could only say 3 words before I die, what would those last words be?

Gotcha you asshole!

Who would I like to be left on a deserted island with?

A slave. Nah. A hunk that will be my slave. Nah. A sophisticated hunk that would be the best yakking partner who would also be my slave. Nah. Someone that can get us out of there.

Die by drowning or by fire?

They’re not fashionable so neither!

What one single thing would you buy with your last RM9.95?

I’ll buy RM 99500. You didn’t say I can’t do that.

If I opened a night club, what would I call it?

These really are totally useless questions aren’t they? Spaceparade.

Don’t cheat: what’s “bulbous”?

An arrogant person with his face so bloated you’ll want to squash it like how you'd squash a fly.

I think my ass is…

Fine, thank you. Why do you wanna know?

Tag 8 people? You mean egg people? Who are they? I'm sorry, can't help you there.

Meme: 10 Things I hate

10 Things I hate about you. Hah! Nah. Unfortunately no. I’ve been tagged by Rhey to do this. Not tagging anyone else though.

10 things I hate


I hate squeamish, squishy, icky food. Yuck.


I don’t usually take fruits. I’m too lazy. Plus I don’t know the names of the fruits I hate.


Contrary to popular belief, Neko-chan who associates herself with cannibals in Chickenmafia actually takes veggie everyday. Veggie I hate? Sure there are plenty. But I don’t know their names.


Stuck ups. Curse you walk three steps and phok kai! That’s Cantonese if you’re asking.


Too many I don’t wish to remember them.

TV shows/movies:

The Hulk or any movie that tries to be like it, a big chunk of Korean dramas (not all, not all)


Music sung by no brains i.e sexist songs

Household chores:

About time you ask this question. In fact what made me remember I had a meme to do was…Dusts! Anything that involves cleaning off dusts! I hate dusts!

Thing/s around the world:

I live in a coconut shell. I don’t know anything about the world.

Thing/s about myself:


Are you sure this week is not last week?

I was woken up this morning by an SMS from my boss asking why I didn’t turn up for work yesterday. I was fully alert then – because I slept earlier last night, surprise! – but I couldn’t remember anything about having to work. So I simply replied asking him, “I had work yesterday meh?” He then said he had already told me about it last week. I didn’t believe him and carried on with my day thinking he must have confused things up.

Then I went to work this evening and someone mentioned yesterday’s body fat test. Body-fat-test. Body fat test!!! I was supposed to work yesterday! Oh my fucking god! I wanted to play with the damned body fat machine. I was looking forward to it. What is wrong with me!?

The whole of last week I was telling myself, ‘You have to do blood glucose tests on Saturday and body fat tests on Monday.’ Multiply that by 100. I remembered Saturday but I totally forgot about Monday! Really, it felt as though they were supposed to happen one week ago. I couldn’t believe it was yesterday. Let’s quote a sentence from this Wikipedia page:

“Particularly affected areas may be memory…affected persons may be disoriented in time (not knowing what day of the week, day of the month, month, or even what year it is)…”

Oh no! I have dementia!

You know, the body fat machine can tell you your biological age. I don’t know what I might score from that or how it works (since I farking wasn’t there!) but I can tell you for sure, I’ll score 96 if it was a memory test. Or you know what? The machine might just go up in flames and I’ll make Guinness Book of Records.

Monday, October 8, 2007

I could be older than I thought...oh no!!!

Just to tell you how busy I was, I’m going to show you something I saw after reading a newspaper which I had postponed from reading for more than a month. (and of course I procrastinated after seeing it, only telling you whatever I'm going to tell you now, 5 days later)

For those of you who don’t already know, our little country celebrated its 50th birthday more than a month ago. I could remember that it was the 50th not because of the fact that it was splattered all over the newspaper which I had just read last week – that paper happened to be the one on that particular day – but because almost everywhere had 50% sales in conjunction with it. Phew that was a long sentence. I almost suffocated. Sad thing the sales are over. I flipped the pages looking at the colourful ‘50%’ printed everywhere and could only grit my teeth. But that is beside the point. The point is…..


Ho ho! Sime Darby, are you sleeping? Whoever did that sure got the axe. I may be a month late in telling you this, but at least I’m not a year in advance. But then again….see this. So…maybe I should go dig up the paper and get you some pics of all those people who said 50th Merdeka? Well, I guess to be fair, nobody is wrong. The Chinese age is always older by a year right?

New pair of week

I finally went to get a new pair of glasses. My power went up!! (Not superhuman power, if you PS2 addicts are asking) Sad. And apparently I have ‘a little’ astigmatism, so she says.

I’ve been wanting to go to that optometrist, I don’t know why. Maybe it was the ample free parking spaces, or the bakery shop with yummy pastries 20 feet from it. I don’t know, it just feels like the right place. So I finally went there today.

I think you know where I’m going to. The fact that I’m writing this is a hint that things weren’t as rosy as it was supposed to be. First of all, the cheap frames were ugly, unlike what they have in their flyer. Hmm. Why did I only think of this now? I should have asked, “Where is the cheap one you have printed in your flyer?” Ok never mind, too late anyway. I went for the more expensive one, going over my budget by 79 bucks. Ouch. Make it a hundred coz deep down inside, my budget is actually lower.

The fact that it’s expensive doesn’t really matter anymore because it’s already a done deal and my budget is down the drain. Let’s talk about attitude. Service. My favourite topic.

The lady wasn’t too keen on chatting with me which makes me feel highly unwelcomed. Ok maybe not highly. Just unwelcomed. -Minus 10 marks- You know, sometimes you dress sloppily (Sloppy by their standards; their “I’m-a-high-class-salesperson” standards) and they look down on you. You go in a shop and they look at you like you’re living in a 50sqft house made of coconut leaves. Well excuse me, perhaps you might wanna call yourself a high-class-wannabe-salesperson-but-unfortunately-JUST-a-sad-lowlife-on- earth salesperson. In short, you’re just a salesperson. No offense to those doing sales. I’m only talking about the arrogant ones. Hey everyone is equal. Except for the arrogant ones.

Anyway back to Ms. Optometrist. She didn’t really answer my questions as well. -Minus 20 marks- Hey, it’s my eyes we’re talking about here, missy. She’s probably too shy or too arrogant. It better not be the latter. My blood boils easily lately. It boils, literally. And I’m craving to give a scold or two, literally craving for it. I was looking for an opening to mock the Citibank staffs today but unfortunately Ms. Fucking Retard wasn’t there. I remember her alright, but that’s another story altogether.

Then when the time came to pay the downpayment, her assistant asked for *calculates* a 53.8% payment. My eyes were about to pop out. People will usually ask how much you wish to pay first. She was pretty blatant, asking for that much. In the end we only paid her 35.8%. Just in case you’re starting to think I’m trying to conceal the price from you, which I’m not, I’m just ‘calculative’ right now, 35.8% is a hundred bucks. You do the math.

Right now I have 5 working days before I go collect my glasses and I’m giving them a chance to impress me. Oo I can’t wait. My mouth is itchy. I need to show some bitchiness. Don’t mess with the bitch.

Friday, October 5, 2007

Presidential speechalist

The US president is one of the chickens’ favourite topics in Chickenmafia. Now, I don’t know much about him or his constant unavoidable bloopers but you just got to watch this.

I was almost fooled by it. That blonde guy first appeared so professional he almost got me. Thank god I didn’t go running to joyfulchicken, “It’s a conspiracy! It’s all an act!” Heh. Funny video.

Thursday, October 4, 2007

Me back, me back!

Neko-right-hand: I’m free!!!

Neko-left-hand: No you’re not.

Neko-right-hand: Yes I am.

Neko-right-hand: Says who? You still have things to do.

Neko-left-hand: Huh? That’s my line. You high?

Neko-right-hand: ….

I’m free!!! Yay! No more obligations! Well, at least for the mean time I am. I can now start reading all the blogs that I have been following (or stopped following for the past month *kekekek*) and start blogging again myself. Yay! I have many things to tell you! And they’re all about me! I know you love to read about me. Hahahaha! Ok obviously Neko-right-hand is still around.

But, ahem, albeit the endless list of things to tell you, maybe I’ll only do it tomorrow. Anyway, guys, me back! Me gonna go around and spit cat saliva on your blogs. Watch out! Cat saliva! Meowrhh. Ok I don’t know who that was. Maybe it was Neko-ambidextrous.

Note: This entry is short because I gotta go throw cat poo. Wheee~! A-choo! Tsk.