tagged by theta

1. Name one person who made you laugh last night.
A friend who never fail to make me laugh everytime i see or talk to him.

2. What were you doing at 0800?
Still in bed hitting the snooze button.

3. What were you doing 30 minutes ago?
Having lunch at Selaseh, Ampang Park

4. What happened to you in 2006?
I fell in love.

5. What was the last thing you said out loud?
Nah, makan je ni!

6. How many beverages did you have today?
Two - water and lime juice.

7. What color is your hairbrush?
Black.

8. What was the last thing you paid for?
5 CDs over lunch break. Dammit!

9. Where were you last night?
Uh-oh. Do I really have to answer this?

10. What color is your front door?
Brown.

11. Where do you keep your change?
It's all around, man! Literally!

12. What’s the weather like today?
Stinky Malaysian weather.

13. What’s the best ice-cream flavor?
Ben & Jerry's Chunky Monkey.

14. What excites you?
Money. And sex. Hahahahahahahahha!

15. Do you want to cut your hair?
No.

16. Are you over the age of 25?
Yes, and proud of it.

17. Do you talk a lot?
Only when induced.

18. Do you watch the O.C.?
You think I'm that shallow?

19. Do you know anyone named Steven?
Yes, and he is a model!

20. Do you make up your own words?
I was born to make up words.

21. Are you a jealous person?
YES. YES. YES.

22. Name a friend whose name starts with the letter ‘A’.
Ayu!

23. Name a friend whose name starts with the letter ‘K’.
Khazl**n.

24. Who’s the first person on your received call list?
My boss' PA. Damn, I need to go out more.

25. What does the last text message you received say?
Mtg.

26. Do you chew on your straw?
Nope.

27. Do you have curly hair?
Hell, no.

28. Where’s the next place you’re going to?
Batu Pahat, Johor.

29. Who’s the rudest person in your life?
The guy who cut in front of me at the airport queue. He was so rude I actually had to scream : "Can you f*cking believe this???" Imagine persian-kitty me saying that???

30. What was the last thing you ate?
Veggie soup.

31. Will you get married in the future?
I hope so. I have faith.

32. What’s the best movie you’ve seen in the past 2 weeks?
Would you believe it if I said I haven't seen one in the past month???

33. Is there anyone you like right now?
Yes. And he's not the person that I love.

34. When was the last time you did the dishes?
Last night.

35. Are you currently depressed?
No, but try asking me this three weeks back.

36. Did you cry today?
At 2 am last nite my eyes were watery.

37. Why did you answer and post this?
Because Theta made me do it and I just need a distraction.

38. Tag 5 people who would do this survey.
Dayang, Spena, Guile, Zaza and SeaDemon?

dating the single mom

To anyone out there who's thinking of going out with a single mom, think again. And again. The game is just not the same.

We've been there, we've done that. We're so jaded and seasoned sometimes I think the reason why we agree to go on a date with someone is that we just need a punching bag. Oh yeah, I just realised that on a date, my conversation will be riddled with sarcasm and things like "why-the-heck-do-you-wanna-go-out-with-me in the first place" questions.

And please, spare me the surprises. Spontaneity and spur of the moment deals may be romantic but with three kids, realistic arrangements maybe more... REALISTIC. I can't just waltz to the next midnight show with you any day of the week. You can't just call me up at 5.30pm and expect me to have dinner with you at 7.00! Believe me, if I could, I would.

And then there's the reservation thingy. We'll just go, hey, let's not try to like this guy so much because he ain't seen nothing yet. We may look like we're vulnerable, but we're actually not. I may look and act like your persian kitty, but you know I'm a tigress deep down.

You know when you were younger you'll have a checklist of the things that you like in a guy when you go out with him? Cute, check. Rich, check. Sense of humor, check. Tight ass, check. For me personally, it's a checklist of negativities. I find faults, I find defects. Loser, check. H*rny toad, check. Fake-ass, check. I can smell it from a mile away and as the saying goes, "There is no fooling a single mother."

Having said all that, it's not hard to date a single mom at all. Just leave your player moves at the door, and be your true, honest self. Because unlike single hot chicks, us yummy mummies are in no rush and if it doesn't work out, we're cool enough to be your friends.

And a MAJOR plus point for dating a single mom - "a woman who's become a mother knows what real, boundless love feels like - she's better capable of giving it too."

And it wasn't me who said that OK :)

of mice and men

This post might be as tragic as that John Steinbeck novella of the same title. Well, maybe only tragic for men...

I know it's the Venus and Mars thing but I am so sick of men who can get so emotional over little things that DO NOT MATTER. And these same dudes are the ones who do not get that little things that MATTER (such as sending a good morning SMS, or even asking you how your day was) are just within a hand's reach. It only takes 2 seconds, you crybabies.

And yet you worry about how we go out with our "high society" friends, our Brother Bears, or even when we party with our GIRL friends. You become insecure.

I mean, what da farking la kan.

Do you call us to see how we're doing? Do we even bother when we're puking our guts out?

Do you?

You don't right?

So enough with your "I-love-yous" and lip service shite that you've given and get on with the program.

Malas nak cakap. Malas nak tulis. I am not representing the female species of the universe, only a select privileged few.

a suicide mission OR (i was a go-kart virgin and i entered a freaking endurance race)

Walking into the sunset...

I've never go-kart before. Ever.

So when Hana asked if I wanna go "become a spectator" at a Srikandi STF-organized endurance race in Shah Alam, I said yes. Cuz it was Sunday and I had nothing better to do. (Damn you people, next time you want to ask me out on a date ask la on a Sunday!!!).

It turned out there were no Srikandis in sight when we arrived at the circuit, except for Kak Mars who's the organizer. The rest of the participants are hardcore racers with their racing gears on. Most of them are from Telekom. Oh gosh. They spoke go kart. They looked so F1, so.... PROFESSIONAL!

We had to race with people dressed in THESE. Takut tak????

I was QUIETLY panicking. We said our hi's and hello's then Hana was asked, "Who's gonna race for your team?" I gulped. Hana double gulped. Out of guilt and school pride and just sheer stupidity, we enlisted our names under the Srikandi team. And we listed Fin's name as well.

Ya ampun...I almost wet my pants. I was scared sh*tless. Can you tell?

When Fin came about 10 minutes later, she gave me such a dirty look I seriously thought she was gonna betch-slap me till I die. Fin whispered to me, "Wei, Hana kata MAIN go kart kat aku tadi, bukan RACE go kart!" I shrugged - gesticulating that I didn't know a damn thing about this. Fin was NOT impressed.

"It's OK, you won't flip over. The worst that can happen is that you'll spin a few times, fall out of your kart and somebody runs over your head. Cheers, mate!"

It was an endurance race, each of us had 15 minutes - and since Hana was the slowest during practice, we strategized a bit and decided she should have the least time on the track. When the green flag goes up she's supposed to come out immediately. Which she didn't.

We were such losers (literally) - during briefing our faces looked like they were drained out of blood. We kept on fidgeting and wondering what the heck is going to happen to us on the race track.

As soon as the race was flagged off, I floored the throttle (well not really floored la...), I tried to take every corner like the pro that I was, remembering my madwoman driving skills at the NPE, moving my body in unison with the kart at every turn, I was moving at the speed of sound. Or so I thought.

In the end, as expected, we came out last.

Dapat goodie bag pun jadilah...

But most importantly, we lost ever so gracefully. We did it with ParisHilton-like class - what with Fin dropping her scrunchie while racing, Hana in her pink outfit and me getting caught wanting to SMS right before the race was flagged off. Bangang!

Next year, our mission is a podium finish!

And the Champion handed over his winning trophy to us - because I seriously think he pitied us too much for making such fools out of ourselves. But cute fools, nonetheless.

Amused? More pics of us monkeying around at my Multiply and Facebook.

the longer you live...

the weirder life gets.

Bloggers block, people...

JZ

p/s: I'll be back, I promise.

skipping cocktails

I should get some kinda fee from the OBA for writing this post.

I'm sure all of you know of this certain prestigious school located in the nothern region of the peninsular. You know, the one which celebrated their 100th year a couple of years back or so. Yes, THAT school.

My first ever date with an OB was when I was 18. Boston, Massachussets. Harvard Square to be exact, Indian fine dining. Not only I was impressed with the venue that he chose, he even pulled the chair for me to sit. And he was so well-mannered and spoke very well. The icing on the cake was that after dinner and deserts, we went to a SEPARATE venue for coffee.

OK, hold your horses. You might think "Hello? Itu pun nak impressed ke???"

I was 18 ok, and he was the same age. And up till that day, an idea of a perfect date was dinner at Pizza Hut. So when he said "Let's go for coffee somewhere..." I was in awe. So jakun I was at that time. And you just had to be there to experience the finesse. It could also be that lovely autumn evening in Boston that contributed to my melting moment.

And throughout my single life, I've dated quite a few of them OBs. One was a really deep thinker - who gave me his very own favourite Fleetwood Mac CD for my birthday, something he held dear to his heart. Mr Deep Thinker was this intelligent and mysterious person who keeps me guessing on what he's going to do next everytime we went out. And he reads, even obscure stuff and enjoys music and not to mention, he's a red hot hottie. But what really got me was his brains, like Brother Bear says "It's the mindf*ck thing".

And once, I went to a play with one ex-BF OB. I've known him for years. We used to date circa 1998. But when we went out to the play it felt as though I've never left him. The comfort level was just amazing. This was the person whom I regretted most not continuing my relationship with... and gosh, the thought of us when we were an item...

Walking in the rain, holding hands
PDA's that are just right. JUST RIGHT
Mindf*cking each other via emails :)
The way he pampers me like a drama queen
The way he makes me laugh till I wanna pee

So at this point you will ask me, so why are you not married / going out with an OB?

They're all WOMANIZERS!!!!

Sorry eh. When I mean all I don't mean ALL. Go figure. So instead of the aforementioned fee, I will probably be getting death threats from the OBA.

i need ME time

I miss my blog. I've been too busy. Attending open houses, hosting some, organising media briefings, AGM and whatnot. And oh, end of the year giveaways, and an exhibition coming up in 2 weeks. Not forgetting the reprint of corporate profiles. And to launch the website soon AND the presentation for the upcoming management meeting.

Wait - the one-on-one interviews with CEO. Talking points, media kits, people to call...

No, I don't wish I can sit on my ass at home and watch TV all day. I love the driving running around. I just wish that this was my own business and at least I work like a dog for myself.

And before I go, a swell Raya-Oke at ZZ's gorgeous crib. More piccies on my Facebook and Multiply.