Monday, December 31, 2012

The End of 2012

After 365 days, the dreadful 2012 has finally come to an end. Boy was that a relief. The most intimidating Mayan prediction of the world coming to an end sadly (or relief) did not took place. Usually, whatever that is predicted or forecasted will never happen. I'm not entirely certain whether we should feel blessed that we are still alive or to be worried that the world is still filled with despicable beings.

On a whole, the year of a dragon was rather shitty. It didn't start off well, and neither did it end well. Met a whole lot of despicable 'people' (couldn't exactly call them people because they do not posses human behaviour.). There were those that deliberately do evil but put on an innocent, angelic front. There was also those with some authority that abuse the power vested upon them ( by opressing, bullying, threatening, insulting, conniving to their own benefit) to intimidate their subordinates simply because they could. Those that are in power and are aware of the bullying but chose to do nothing. Then there are the rumour mongers, spreading malicious gossip because that's what they do best. Those that are savagely rude (simply because they think that they are richer and more superior). It was indeed a year of struggle.

It was also a tough year for the family. With dad being unwell most of the year. Hopefully, 2013 will be a better year for all of us.

Lastly, spent the last few hours of 2012 trying to free my aunt who was locked in the toilet at my cousin's house. We spent over one and a half hours trying to unlock the door but to no avail. We used everything that was available in my cousin's house to open the door, but failed to. Fortunately, we managed to contact a locksmith who was willing to come at an ungodly hour on New Year's Eve to break the lock.

Farewell 2012. You will not be missed.

Sunday, December 30, 2012

Psycho 2

Was being told by the Mother Theresa wannabe to make peace with her lover and to forgive his psycho babble. And to be a bigger person. I for one, am very forgetful. I don't remember what I did minutes earlier. I was reluctant to go because I am able to forgive, but that doesn't mean the donkey wants peace. Anyway, was being duped by "the saint" that all's well and I should accept his savage character. She told me that he asked for me to join them for a movie. He asked what I wanted to watch so I just named a show. However, he already had a show in mind. He went ballistic when she told him about my choice. She told him to stick to his choice but he refused as he wanted to show how nice he is by sacrificing for me. When he came to pick us up this morning, "the saint" as usual was running late. She called for me to ask which bag I was using as she intended to use hers which is of the same colour. She then switched to another bag. She dashed downstairs and got into the car leaving me behind. It then appears to him that I'm the one that is late. He started cursing and swearing saying she always have to tag her stupid sister along. Never mind. When we reached the cinema, he went to buy snacks. He deliberately got 2 drinks when there are 3 pax. So fine. She got me a drink when we came out from the washroom. Never mind. After the show, we headed for lunch. That's when the drama started. He asked what I wanted to order. After we have placed the order, he told me to cancel mine as he claims there's too much food (even before the food arrived). Never mind. I don't eat a lot anyway. Throughout the whole meal, he kept berating and tormenting me with insults. This went on for hours. He deliberately yelled at me, then call me rude ( who's the rude one? The one yelling or the one not speaking but is being yelled at?). Everyone at the restaurant kept turning around and looking at us. That really boosted his ego and kept him going. Throughout all this time, his lover didn't say anything but kept encouraging him. Never mind. Then when we reached home, he yelled at me "get the fuck out of my car". That is my last draw. I am not your fucking sand bag. Get yourself to the mental hospital if you have difficulty speaking like a normal person. No one has to be subject to your verbal abuse diarrhea.

Sunday, December 23, 2012

All I Want This Christmas 2012

It would be awesome if I could have some or all if them this Christmas. Dear Santa, I've been a really good girl this year. Please grant my wishes this year. Thank you. P.S. I didn't send my wish list early for I do not want it to be list amidst all the other wish lists. If you don't mind, please include iPhone 5 or Samsung Galaxy S3 to the list.

Thursday, December 20, 2012


Question: Why was it predicted that the world would end on 21.12.2012 instead of 20.12.2012?

Anyway, the past few days have not been pleasant. Went on the suckiest trip and wasted loads of my money for this trip. Throughout the trip I was the human sand bag. A rabid psychopath kept attacking me for no reason. Simply just to vent his dissatisfaction that I joined the trip (his partner wanted me to go). We walked around aimlessly and didn't even manage to do anything eventful. All because the initial itinerary was not adhered to and the majority of the clan kept changing the plan. When it was shiny, they want to stay indoors and when it's rainy they want to do all sort of stuff outdoors.

During one of the days, they decided to take the MRT instead of our usual cab rides. So off we went to the subway. We got off at a large mall on the other side of the island. They then insisted to shop instead of heading outdoors to their initial planned destinations. Then when they were bored and decided to head to the other island, it started pouring. But hey, since we are there, the plan must go on (What plan? Was there even one to begin with?). So we head up to the uppermost level of the mall to catch the monorail to the other island. We head to the information counter to ask for directions and purchased our tickets at the ticketing machine. When we reached the other island, I walked behind a the "troupe leader" and his partner. Out of a sudden, a guy walked beside me and grabbed my hand. He gripped me tightly and started dragging me along with him. I was stunned. I turned towards him and said "Excuse me". He continued walking holding my hand. I pulled back and he turned around and was surprised to see a stranger. What kind of an idiot would simply grab a stranger who walks beside him? He then let go of my hand and walked away, embarassed. Without appologizing.

The rabid attacks continued for the entire trip. It persisted even after we touched down on home soil. That's a story for another day. Back at a second home, the rabid craziness continues. Was being attacked by another rabid creature.

So for the world to come to an end is not such a bad thing afterall. 2012 has not been a pleasant year. It's about time horrid beings get wiped off the surface of earth.

Thursday, December 13, 2012

Not Now

Of all times to have sore throat before my holiday trip. Bummer. I won't give in.

Wednesday, December 12, 2012


It's 12.12.12 already. what's the significance of it?'s the last of the same dd/mm/yy and this will not happen for another god knows how many years. And probably when it happens I wouldn't be around anymore. Touchwood! Actually I don't have anything to blog about for this post, but just wanted 12.12.12 to be in the blog.

So for those who have not get hitched by this date (a.k.a today), you're destined to be forever alone. Ok. That was lame. But that's what most people believe. If you don't do certain things by certain date or age, you will never be able to accomplish it in your life,etc sort of crap.

When I logged in to Facebbok a moment ago, it was filled with 12.12.12 posts. Some sounded like suicide notes, some like new year's resolution, some uploaded photo with the date and time screenshot in it, some just stating the obvious (that is typing 12.12.12), and some trying to sound less obvious by embedding it in wishes to their pet. Whatever the nature, everyone wanted to be first to post on 12.12.12 at 12.12 a.m.. Well, if you missed it, you can still post at 12.12 p.m..

This is indeed one lame post. Anyway, Happy 12.12.12. You should be happy since you're still alive and reading this. Means the world has not come to an end.

Sunday, December 09, 2012


My sister and I were at IPC yesterday when she was reminded (by mua) that she needs to get a case for the ipad mini. So we went to all the IT stores that was available there to search for one. To our dismay, there weren't any. Then we looked for the Apple outlet. The directory showed that it was somewhere around where we were, but it was no where to be found. The information counter was also empty. Hence she walked up to a makeup kiosk nearby to ask for direction to the store.

Sister: May I know where the Apple store is?

Makeup Kiosk girl: Oh apple. Ada dekat Cold storage (Translation: Oh apple. It's in Cold Storage)

Sister: Apple store yang jual Ipad, Ipod.

Makeup Kiosk girl: (Embarassed) Tak tau (Translation: Don't know).

The most epic response of the year.

Wednesday, December 05, 2012

Threadmill Kitty

Cat on threadmill. Cute.

Saturday, December 01, 2012

Just A Thought

This year, I have received countless invitations to weddings. It seems like this year is a "good" year to wed. The very first was from my secondary schoolmate,then an invitation from a colleague to his, follwed by an invite by a really nice university friend to his wedding, two invitations from my primary schoolmates,...I lost count. Did I miss out any? Anyway, congratulations to all of them for starting a new chapter in their lives.

I was having a chat with a friend and I mentioned that wedding invitations have become more like birthday invitations of late. He couldn't agree more with that. Boy, we sure are growing fast. Then I came across a post on 9gag with which I couldn't agree with more. It states that, "When you think of 10 years ago, you think of the 90s". How true.

It seems that people these days are getting hitched at an early age. It is like a re-enectment of the past. The time of our grandparents whereby people settle down in their late teens or early 20s. What's more baffling is that, arranged marriage still takes place nowadays.

Well I suppose marriage does become a main priority in the lives of most people. I even get called "old maid" by nasty co-workers because I don't live in with a guy, and make him get me a ring minus the diamond (she had to go diamond scouting herself with her bff(s). Reminds me of Sugar & Spice (the pregnant cheerleader movie). In their context, I'm pitiful. I'm glad I don't have to be a whore before I get a lame excuse of a ring to wear.

For me, I don't want just any guy that you pick up on the street or in a pub or matchmaked. What I want is a man who is financially sound and can support me in every way. I don't want to live a pathetic life trying to make ends meet, just for the sake of being married in the 20s. I'd rather have the financial capacity of Victoria Beckham rather than maximizing $20 claims from working overtime just so to finance manicure sessions, to get a cup of Starbucks (just to appear like I'm rich (*as a matter of fact, unbeknowst to her, I indeed can afford Starbucks daily without having to wait for happy hour deals and flashing the employee ID to get a discount. Bargains are not my thing. I prefer retail.)) and renting a branded handbag to rival a "foe". That's just sad. Really, really sad. Oh you poor unfortunate soul. Nah, in their case, it's karma.

Ok. Enough of the forever miserable bitch clan.

Then there's this ongoing talk about the world ending in 2012. I guess the rush to get married is probably due to that. One thing's for sure in the bucket list of most people : To be married before the world ends. Well, if the world is coming to an end, like it matters if you get hitched or not. Nothing's going to be left on the planet.

Apart from that, this happens to be the final year to have the same numbers for day-month-year a.k.a 12.12.12. Oh no! If this date pass and I don't get hitched, I would have to wait another thousand years or so. Then I would really need to be part of the Cullen(s). Egad. Pfftt. Rolls eyes.

It feels like I'm mocking my friends. Really, I am not. It's just that halfway through typing, the bitch clan came into my mind and was then typed in. Nevermind. I'm used to being misunderstood.

What I'm trying to say is:

I'd rather be a trophy wife, than a housewife.

This came up when a friend of mine sugested mockingly that I be a housewife. I retorted "I'd rather be a trophy wife".