Fuck You Katie M.

I am so pissed off it's not funny.

I freakin hate the freakin KTM.

It is perhaps the most unreliable piece of crap public transport I have ever had the misfortune to take.

Bleeding thing left us stranded between Tiroi and Seremban station for God-knows-how-long. I took the 8 o' clock and should have been home by around 9, but I reached home at 11! Whee!

Not to mention since the engine broke down, we had to jump 5 feet off our train onto the gravel and monkey up the 'rescue' train. Thanks for the James Bond experience guys.

Some joker on the train said, "Hey! I guess this means we can celebrate Merdeka on the KTM? Malaysia Boleh!!" Har har.

Speaking of which here's wishing you loves a happy 52nd Merdeka! ;)

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PS: I deeply apologize to Sista Jen, should she read this; but I really have curbed most of my potty mouth habit, I have! It's just that I can't swear at schmancypants customers, Dad has this newly-enforced rule... It's just gotta be let out sometime, y'know? :P

PPS: I feel the need to cook (edible food) tomorrow. I don't know what, but I will. *rubs hands with glee* Teehee!

PPPS: Anyone know what macarons or bagels taste like? These sure are purty. :3

I Feel Like A Whore.

No offense to the oldest profession in the world, but sometimes this job just makes me feel like a prostitute.

Doing all sorts of things you wouldn't normally do, putting on that Barbie expression on the whole day, behaving so preppy it makes you wanna hurl...

And then... this.

I feel... so dirty, so soiled, so... cheen kark.

All for the sake of sales and return customers.

-.-''

It's so disturbing I have a mental image of myself in fishnet stockings and platform heels puffing at a fag underneath a streetlamp on a corner.

I keep looking at the sales sheet and I feel this MUTHAFUCKING HUGE BOUT teensy weensy twinge of jealousy when I can't match up to his sales. Not even close. Rawr.

Try as I may it never comes close? This kiasu feeling is so strange, so alien; so not me!

Doesn't change things though. :(

Buy this shit. Buy this shit. Ohhh buy this shit.

Pweety please. :3

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Tried my hand at lor mai fahn and kong jang yesterday. I must say the first is getting more and more edible with each passing try, but as for the second... well, I just don't like soybeans. Yeah. :P

I love the sauce though, so maybe I'll do groundnuts next time. :)

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Did you know people put anchovies on pizzas? Like, ikan bilis anchovies? It's like so weird right! Tasted pretty cool though. :) Yay Alexis!

(Pardon me if I sound really dumb; seems like everyone has heard of anchovies on pizza 'cept me. Xd I'm just excited lor.)

Who's Your Daddy.

Hi guys. This is Ben*.

Ben* is mine.

*I totally did not name him whilst fantasizing about a near-perfect married man of the same name.

I Update!

Only because I don't want a lingering "angwy" post. That reminds me of screechy women.

Because to be fair, they have reduced significantly in number this week. I saw more of the customers I know and love, and sales this weekend are so awesome I OT'd two days in a row just because I was feeling high. :D

Hoo-lay for overtime!

If only staring at pages and pages of printed stuff made me just as high. :(

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I'm so frustrated with not having fondant to play with. So I found an alternative.


Say hello to my mooncake-filling bunny. At least I think he looks like one.

Gawd I cannot take photographs. X/

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Look, a ninja.

"I no lyk Chan Pui Yok plaivertaising her blok bcos cannot leed flom opfis."

*scowl*

Oh my gawd!!

I is so angry!!!!

I have had just about enough of these rich, spoilt-brat tai-tai's.

Just because you freaking married a freaking titled man and live a freaking glam life and have a freaking sprawling residence and a hundred freaking attendants at your command does not give you the freaking right to treat me like an underprivileged dog who can't count for beans.

That's one thing. The other is undermining my trustworthiness and sense of responsibility. I may not be the shining example in either of these aspects, but I did freaking triple-check your order okay. Not only did I freaking triple-check your order; I asked one of your freaking dogs who came and did the pick up to check and reconfirm; which he did!!

So how can you insist that it's not his fault and purely mine?!

Okay. Maybe some things are my fault. Like I didn't ask your dog for proof of purchase. He could have been a fake, then I would really die. And I didn't call you and ask your dog to reconfirm over the phone. And, I apologised too quickly (a stupid instinct when I'm pressured), truly believing for about two minutes that I really did screw up. So now it really does look like I'm lying and trying to twist the story. *bangs head on wall* Yeah, so in that sense, I really am dumb.

Still!!! The dog confirmed ok! For all you and I know he dropped it/smushed it/got hungry/his kid ate it/went shopping and left it somewhere and happily lied to you about it! Or, he left it in the car; I really wish I could see your face after the party when you find it there.

But it's not like you're gonna call and apologise for being a screechy psycho bitch right?

No, of course not. Screechy psycho people rarely have any manners. They only call people to scream at them.

GAWD!! You'd think etiquette and good manners would be equivalent to the amount of money they bleed out. So not! They're just bored assholes with lotsa cash who take sick, perverse joy in dominating and bullying regular people.

So sial I tell you!!! *huffing and puffing*

Eeeeeee!! *geramnye*

My colleagues and Daddy said my face looks like I wanna kill somebody. Hee. But I do. *cracks knuckles*

So geram!! Grr. One day Leehom-baby is gonna make Tan Sri and then I will go round scolding rich kids for no reason at all other than to feel shiok.

Grr.

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(*edit)

Memo to myself: Spend off day translating in-store FAQs so I can get them Canto-speakers to buy stuff. *evil grin*

I got no life. :D

Boo!

I'm doing a tag!

Willingly! And just a tad overdue.

But this has been a heck of a day for me (my poor dear self does not know anything about banking, and well, scheisse hit the kipas) and this is exactly the kind of time-wasting nonsense I need for therapy. :)

And it's all about Leehom-baby! How could I not. :P

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Now, here's what you're supposed to do, and please do not spoil the fun. Copy and paste this into your notes, delete my answers, type in your answers and tag 17 of your friends here in facebook (or blogger :D) to answer this. Then see what happens.

if you a guy- post this as MY KIND OF GIRL.
if your a girl- post it as MY KIND OF BOY. (heh.. no.)


1.Do you need him/her to be good looking??
Well, I am shallow... Lucky for me he looks like this.

No complaints so far. :)

2. Smart?
That's nice. As long as he doesn't act it in front of me. My ego is BIG.

3. Preferred age?
Anything works, as long as his teeth and hair are all intact. Do find the thirtysomethings particularly attractive though. :D

4. Preferred height?
*measures self* I think my kids would benefit from some not-so-vertically-challenged genes, if you don't mind.

5. How about sense of humor?
Mestilah!!

6. How about piercings?
As long as they aren't in a spot that makes it difficult for me to do my thang. :P

7. Accepts you for who you are?
Still looking for the one who doesn't run away screaming.

8. Pink hair?
No. Not that desperate.

9. Mushy or no?
So long as we're floating around in that oxytocin cloud, I doubt anything he does/doesn't do will annoy me. :)

10. Thin or fat?
No anorexics. Ego, remember. I like 'em meaty! *grins*

11. Black, Brown or White (skin color)?
Let's take it from hot chocolate and graduate in the direction of latte. Currently very in the mood for banana smoothies. :P

12. Long hair or short hair?
If men were meant to have long hair, they'd be the ones swishing their Rapunzel locks on Pantene commercials.

13. Plastic or metal?
I take it that I have to choose between surgically-enhanced hotness and Gene Simmons. What would you pick?

14. Smells good?
I'd like my man to smell like a man. Soap, shampoo and MAN. That's all I need.

15. Smoker?
His thing won't work and that would make me cranky.

16. Drinker?
As long as he doesn't have to be dragged home pantsless by his buddies everyday.

17. Girl/Boy-next-door type?
I never actually knew what this means. The "boy-next-door" to me is Mr. Ng, happily married grandfather of six. So I think I'll pass.

18. Musically inclined?
OH YES.

19. Plays piano?

CAN YOU SAY NO?

20. Plays bass and/or acoustic guitar?
How you know ah.

21. Plays violin?

*dreamy sigh*

22. Sings well?

You mad ah.

23. Vain?
If he starts recommending me moisturizers...

24. With glasses?
I'm okay. :)

25. With braces?
Not right now, whatwith me having a fence across the face meself.

26. Shy type?
No. Sweep me off my feet. Be forceful. Take me for a ride. I like it that way. ;P

27. Rebel or good boy/girl?
I don't want a pastor.

28. Active or passive?
Active. Please. I have more than enough passiveness to last two lifetimes.

29. Tight or bomb?
?

30. Singer or dancer?
I'm not picky, seeing as to the fact that I can't join him either way.

31. stunner?

Why can't these girls keep their hands to themselves... *grumble*

32. Hiphop?

Not exactly my cuppa but if it makes him happy he's branching out into new things *shrug*

33. Earrings?
That's a bit ghey... But it's no biggie.

34. Mr/Ms. count-my-ex-girlfriends-until-you-drop?
That'd be something I'm better off not knowing. =)

35. Dimples?

Say no to this face. Try.

36. Bookworm?
I know being intellectual is wonderful and everything, but I find it hard to be turned on by a man who finds printed papers more interesting than I am.

37. Mr/Ms. love letter?
No balls ah weih?

38. Playful?
As long as he has no problems being serious when the situation calls for it. But yeah, goofballs are definitely cute. :)


39. Flirt?
The boy can try. *takes out frying pan*

40. Poem writer?
*thinks Saraswati* Umm, pass.

41. Serious?
Not all the time.

42. Campus crush?
Why not.

43. Painter?
What does he paint? *grin*

44. Religious?
Like he'll wake me up every Sunday and insist that I visit the Lord's house? *shudder*

45. Someone who likes to tease people?
If it gets repetitive and annoying it loses its charm... As long as he knows when to pull the plug.

46. Computer games geek? Or internet freak?
Neither... How about a techie or a gaming freak? That's somehow more useful. RAVING RABBIDS!! *waves Wiimote* :D

47. Multi-lingual?
Tak payahlah. As long as he can speak England I'm OK. A splash of Canto here and there would probably take the cake though. ;)

48. Loyal or faithful?

Who is that whore?!!

49. Good kisser?
Yeah, who'd want one of those. :P

50. loves children?

Hawt dayum themanisflawless!!!

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Ahh. A poor excuse for a Leehom-saturated post.

Therapeutic indeed. :)

Di Xia Tie.

Well, not really.

But look!

I hung out with my favorite Banana today. :)

"Heyyyy babeh. What's shakin'?"

Something was missing though. And should I ever see that Something I will give that Something the biggest atomic wedgie of his life.

For frolicking with other people at a bikini party. *hands on hips*

I missed that smelly hunk of metal. So many memories. Added a couple more today. :)

Hayao Miyazaki.

Monsieur de Kock. De Kotex. De Odorant. De Humidifier. :P

Nipples. XD

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Met Lex and BethBeth during the weekend! Lex dropped by 3 times just to say hi. :3

And I finally got to meet Beth's hunk of Irish McMuffin. :D He's a cutie.

AND he bought brownies! :D

*sigh* All the leetle babies are all grown up... Guess that really does make me an Auntie after all. :')

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I finally bought these bitchezzz!!!


Only Secrets of the Forest, Missing My Cat, The Fish That Smiled At Me, and that minimini collection left.

Now if only I can find someone to read them to me. :(

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We're going through Grampa's TVB collection.

Moonlight Resonance.

Raymond Lam is love. :3

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They have a BIGASS picture of my favorite husband in Times Square. :)))

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These are my results. They suck.

They suck bad.

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My AJ was so excited she blackmailed Cammie into calling me before I even got my results. Hahah.

We miss you too. :3

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Well! Wasn't that disjointed. Oh well off to bed for me. I awake to a 6-day work week. Bring it on ladies!

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Random. :)