AHAHA!

I uploaded them! My pressie pics!

Bugged my sister for HER phone so here they are!!!!!!!!!!!

First up: My bracelet (courtesy of Brother dearest) and the lovely earings V got for me. Individual shots:

Then....

T-shirt from V and K and Misery from J.

*grins happily*

While the Cat is Away, the Mouse comes out to Blog

Its 9.30 am in the morning, and thankfully, the Scary Men are not in... YET.

And so, since last night I was out drinking coffee at the Coffee Bean (thanks, brother dearie!) and wallowing in Misery, I could not blog...

I shall blog now. Muahaha.

(If anyone wants to rat on me, go ahead, sure, but I can't guarantee you will survive the end of today. *evil cackle*)

Ahem.

I hereby declare this years' birthday to be the best birthday celebration I have ever had.

I do. I really do.

I shall now proceed to give a blow-by-blow account of what happened yesterday, the 2nd of March.


Chilli's

My first time there ever. I wish I could have uploaded pics, but maybe if you visit the Retarded Journey you'll find some there. Forgive my crappy phone for being crappy.

It was AWESOME. Food great, company great, money well-spent, is what I do declare.

On the menu:

K- Mushroom something burger. Comes with the Tower of Babel disguised as a burger and delicious fries. It was so tall even K could not stuff it into his mouth.

V- Another burger which I don't know the name but had some poor little lost anchovies in it. And fries. Yummm.

J -Monterrey...Monetray... Monteray? Chicken. Came with mashed potatoes (BEST ever mashed potatoes, I do declare, KFC can go hang themselves on a rope made of potato skins) and veggies and a big ass piece of chicken that was truly yummy. Next time we eat there I am getting that.

Me - Lamb shoulder with veggies and mashed potato and garlic bread. YUMMMMMM. The lamb was medium well done, so it was a tad raw-er than I am used to, but it DID add more flavour and tenderness. I ignored the pink and went on eating. D-E-L-I-C-I-O-U-S. It was marinated with something that tasted a little salty, slightly buttery and with that niiiiiiiiiice lamb muskiness that I and my dad LOVE but my mom hates. XD.

Also on the menu:

1. Bottom-less Tor-something chips. Witrh salsa. Mmmmmm.

2. Chocolate brownies with ice-cream and fudge, compliments of Chilli's and K's sneaky ways. We (me and J) has wanted to be spared the embarrassment, but he snuck off 'to wash hands' and then the cat was let outta the bag when the girl came and asked him about it. Totally spoil the surprise. XD. But it was GREAT so thanks, u dumbass!


Shopping!

Went shopping for V's peep-toe shoes and a few little trinklets for me! OOOOHHHHH by the way, for girls reading my blog...

AXXEZZ is HAVING A SALE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! up to 50% off!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Till end of the month. Midvalley branch. Go go go go go!!!!

Bought me a gorgeous blue bracelet with a delicate blue flower made of (maybe) thin porcelain and little flowers along the sides. It is made with those uber-charming bronze-ish metal that looks really antique and special. ONLY RM 30 from original price of RM 60. My jaw was dropping. And a pretty little butterfly earing. Heh.

V bought her peep-toes (RM 42!) with 4-inch? heels and it was black with grey trimmings. Very sophisticated yet young. It hurt her, I can tell, but beauty is pain!!!!!!! Hahahaha. It looked totally cute on her.


Presents!!!

Best part of having a b-day! Hahahahahaha! Here's my haul for the year:

From J: Misery by Stephen King. A book I've wanted to read ever since he told me about it. I am touched that he remembered. Thanks bunches mi amigo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE it!!!!!!! Truly un-putdownable.

From V and K : A gorgeous pair of blue-butterfly earings from Jonker Street and a T-shirt which says 'MAY THE FORCE BE WITH YOU'. XD they got an identical one for J, and the reason for it was we committed Lego Star Wars suicide together in Kajang. HAHAHAHA. For more info, read previous post.

From Bro: RM 60. For which I spent on a BEAUTIFUL bracelet (as mentioned above) and on Chili's. Heh.

From sis: More headaches. Hahahahahaha.

From my parents: My choice on the menu on dinner on Saturday. Yay!

Horrible thing though, happened at the end of the day: V's phone got stolen by some &$!#&!$#^%!$#^!#^!@$#!^$#$^!#^$!@#!@%. Bastard.

We, as usual, made stupid jokes, laughed and had a 'whale' of a time. Hahahahaha. Whee.

So.

Its back to work. Sigh.

Oh well.

Wish me luck guys, and THANKS Y'ALL for my pressies.

I heart you guys. I do.

Its been a loooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooong Saturday.

I came to work slightly before 9, thanks to the wonders of the no-man's train.

Took a cab to avoid waiting like a fool at the bus stop and breathing in a bazillion micro-scopic molecules of delicious CO. Braved the heavy drizzle to get to the office.

The day is almost at an end, and I sit as quietly as possible to avoid being called to do work. I have church to go to; my spiritual sustenance is now at Ground Zero and is the equivalent of a stone in the courtyard of a corrupt politician.

Hah.


DinNer @ KfC

Yesterday saw a dinner with friends K, J, and V (the three people whom, in absolute honesty, are the 3 of the 5 people I know I can hang out with anytime, anyday, anywhere -family excluded)

My favourite three people for hang-outs, dinners and all manner of lepak-ing.

Ate at Sec14's KFC, where we proceeded (well, at least I proceeded) to be the noisiest buncha kids on the ground floor. XD. Sorry. My social skills are rusty from being mostly silent and brooding in front of the computer.

Joking, laughing, eating and having a good-ol bitch fest. Just what the doctor ordered. I cannot describe the content grin which was plastered on my face as I rode the train back to Wangsa Maju as anything but mildly idiotic and mostly lunatic.

Still, a tinge of what I thought was regret; turned out it was resignation as to the way things are and always will be.

Here is a little something I randomly came across, never thought I'd start putting videos on me blog though. XD




Turns out its real easy to put videos in. XD

Anyway, the lyrics are easy to catch anyways. I've been listening to it over and over, for some reason I like it. Its miserable really, this song.

I found this song sort of randomly, cause I wanted to put up 'Breakable', also by Ingrid Michaelson. Then I saw this and thought, hey, why not. Listened and loved it.

And with the super-emo video.... Haih.

*emo*

Ahem.

Enjoy, yes, my friends?

See u guys tomorrow, J, K and V!!!!

Eww de Toilette

I 'heart' my friends. I do.

(Just trying the I 'heart' thing. Don't quite suit me, I think)

So because I heart you all so much, I shall spare you guys the horrible details. No really. Know that I will take great care of what I put inside my mouth from now on (as per compared to my reckless moments of pure abandonment of common sense).

I am contrite.

Ahem.

Moving on.

I am currently addicted to this song, right here :

Sia- Breathe Me.

I love this song cause it has a feeling of misery and helplessness to it that I like. And the ending part of the song is amazing anyway. Heh.

Give it a listen, and well, here are the lyrics:

Help, I have done it again

I have been here many times before

Hurt myself again today

And, the worst part is there's no-one else to blame

Be my friend

Hold me, wrap me up

Unfold me

I am small and needy

Warm me up

And breathe me

Ouch I have lost myself again

Lost myself and I am nowhere to be found,

Yeah I think that I might break

Lost myself again and I feel unsafe

Be my friend

Hold me, wrap me up

Unfold me

I am small and needy

Warm me up

And breathe me

Be my friend

Hold me, wrap me up

Unfold me

I am small and needy

Warm me up

And breathe me

So there you go. A post not quite as wordy as I usually am. Would throw in a few pics too, but my head hurts from the tech work done tonite so....

XD. G'nites y'all.

Bunny Rabbits and Puppy Dogs

Okay.

I think it's time something else besides that semi-suicidal post dominates the top of my blog.

So this blog will be about bunny rabbits and puppy dogs, which, as we all know, are the two cute-siest creatures in the world. Pygmy hamsters and kittens are close runner-ups, but still.

(Also, regarding the issue of the mistake I made, all's well, because the mother has responded that she is alright and not upset after my explanation and apology.)

(We will still do a write-up though, on him, just to clarify.)

Ahem.

I had worked all through last week (I consider looking for a new pair of shoes with MZ last Friday as work) and am dead bored and now have a permanent niggling headache which has taken residence in the dusty old castle that calls itself my skull.

Work is hard.

I am whining, I know. But this is my blog and I shall whine. Muahahahahaha.

Hmm!

Have been assigned to help a senior reporter to cover two Malay-dominated parties. (Take a guess which! Hahahaha) This should be fairly interesting, as one of these parties have been sending pamphlets to my home, urging me to vote for them and its filled with mud-slinging stuff at the current ruling coalition. XD

I feel optimistic. It's time I saw what really goes on out there.

Ahem.

Bunny rabbits are in the form of a new outlook at my job.

I now view this job as a learning experience, not as a chance to impress future employers. Because honestly, until you receive a blue tag that says MEDIA you cannot impress anyone. No one has enough time to be impressed by you anyway. Hahahaha.

So, with this new outlook, positivity becomes mine. Because now I just do my job the best I can and take away all the experiences and tuck 'em away as future references.

Puppy dogs in the form of my silly mutt.

Technically she ain't a puppy no more, but with her silly ways and her habit of sulking, she may as well be.

Watch her go at a piece of old rag and you will see that she is a mad mutt indeed.

And lately, she has taken to eye-balling me whenever I abandon her to go walking and not take her along. But yet, she is overly affectionate and crazily attached to all of us and hugs our legs at every chance she gets. She has a death grip, I tell you.

Ah well.

Am hungry. Will go for a snack.

It's been hard.

I'd like to blog more, but my eyes are drooping.

Somehow I'd never imagined Journalism to be like this, I guess I just thought I'd get to write about stuff I am interested in (seeing that I am interested in almost everything) yet somehow, as the week draws to an end, I look forward to my off days.

I have no idea why.

And as I meander my way through my stories without sense or focus, I find myself losing what I thought would be the only thing keeping me going.

I lost my love.

I lost something that I used to enjoy.

I've lost that spark I used to feel everytime I go tippity tappity on the keyboards and watch the little black letters form words that form emotion and meaning.

I lost my sense of direction and purpose and I can write, oh I know I can.

I can write well, after all, its about the ONLY thing I have going for me. But now every word I type seems unnatural to me. It's just not me. It isn't what I am capable of. Its stiff, and boring and amatuer-ish, and I am no amatuer. Expert no, but neither a total green shoot. I am not an amateur two-bit writer.

I can write better than what I am writing now. I hate how I feel stifled for some reason.

I get a sense I've pissed off certain people.

I am no longer me. I don't know this person working here. I am not who I usually am. I am this scaredy chicken with a mouth full of gold. Nothing works.

Nothing I do works. I can't deal with people. I don't know how to. I have no idea where to begin.

I don't know what I can do. Why doesn't being polite work anymore?? Why don't people respond to good ol' manners anymore? Or am I doing something seriously offensive and I don't know it??

In the end, I get an ominous feeling that my stint in IA will be one I'd rather block out, because Whales is hiding in there somewhere, hidden by May Wan. And Whales isn't going to be happy at all.

Day One in Newsdesk.... and then some

Tomorrow I will be following a senior journalist out to an assignment.

Her name is Pauline. Pauline Puah.

My name is Pauline. Pauline Wong (aka Whales, but that is NOT a glam name to be known by, I mean, check this out: 'Hi, Whales from theSea, nice to meet you.' Nuh uh. Not cool.)

I can see it now.

-_-'

Everyone cue: sweattttttt.

I can sense the confusion coming.

She says: Hi, Pauline, from theSun.

I say: Hi, also Pauline, also from theSun.

They say: Ehhhh???

And we go: Ha ha ha ha ha (cue: fake, forced laughter)

But I am kind of looking forward to it; after all, she is a very nice person (first hand info from TK, who previously went on an assignment with her) and she is very friendly. One of the first few people who bothered to talk to us insignificant interns.

However, today's foray into newsdesk marks a first-hand experience of some serious pro-government rallying.

I won't go into details, but lemme just say this:

I will mark the 'X' when I see some work done to improve UTAR. Because seriously man, 'em toilets are busted.

GET SOMETHING DONE SO WE UTAR-IANS CAN PEE IN STYLE!

I am talking GOLD seats. And silver flush handles and marble floors and crystal lights. And heat sensor taps. AND 400-ply tissues to wipe our faces and hands. Heck, bring in Egyptian cotton!

Yarrrrr!!!

*realises she has just lost her mind and retires to her smelly, grubby bed.*

Goodnight all. I retire.