Get lucky at l.o.v.e.?

The morning started as usual, sit in and rot since the workload only starts pouring in in the afternoon. All thanks to the suppliers and embassies who don't like to answer calls in the morning. We wait till afternoon before they're ready to inch their hands further and pick up the bloody phone. Probably sucking on some gold bars in the morning.

And then i read blogs while doing my work. Done, go surf... and i found this on one of the yahoo highlight.

TOP 10 WAYS TO GET LUCKY IN LOVE

1. Know what you want. Your looks change and fade, character does not. While a certain amount of "chemistry" is nice, don't rely solely on lust. What qualities are you looking for in a mate?
*** This is what i did. That's why i never had or have cute, handsome mouth-dropping boyfriends. That proves that me don't go for looks *grin* I do demand a little bit of presentability though. Don't believe in frogs turning into a prince.


2. Get clear about what you don't want. Knowing what you really can't tolerate in a partner is important. Make a list of your "don't wants" and then cut it down to the 10 most important. Any more than that and you'll be too picky.
*** I can tell you that i don't even have more than FIVE in my list. No moodyness for no reason. No hiding things from me. No scolding me for no reason. No hiding problems eventhough it doesn't concern me. No sitting around not helping while i have loads of housework. That's 5 only no?


3. Live your life. Once you know clearly what you want (and don't want) in a relationship, shift your focus to living your life. You'll find that you start noticing those who might fit, and passing by those who don't.
*** I won't realise it till i'm drowning in it. No use...


4. See the big picture. Don't try so hard that you miss the obvious. If you are great at focusing, step back now and then and look at the big picture. Work on having a playful, whimsical attitude towards life.
*** i AM having a playful, whimsical attitude towards life. Still don't see any picture though.


5. Get out of the house. Cultivate opportunities to expand your social circle and meet new people . Vary your routine.
*** i AM meeting a lot of people. But to be safe... don't get too close with any of them.


6. Open your eyes and your attitude. Lucky people notice, create and maximize chance opportunities. Chat with other shoppers while you are waiting in line. Be ready with a "calling card" -- a personal business-type card with basic contact information.
*** Yer...this is overboard. i might look like a pscho desperate biatch. Do people even practice it in Msia? except for psychos lar...


7. Get curious. Don't content yourself with the obvious. Ask questions. Wonder why. Find answers.
*** I think i'm overdoing this. I ask too much questions and guys get annoyed. what kinda tip is this man?


8. Try something new. The best way to have things stay the same is to never do anything different. Vary your daily routine, just to keep yourself awake. Shake yourself up and notice what happens. Keep yourself open to chance opportunities, and then take advantage of them.
*** err... everything that i do is different, from time to time at least. And i like taking advantages. hahha out of topic


9. Expect good luck. Monitor your self-talk for negative messages that interfere with luck. Replace the negative thoughts with positives. Surround yourself with examples of lucky people.
*** ??? im optimistic yo!


10. Learn from bad luck. Take steps to prevent more bad luck from what you have learned, then let the "bad" go. Don't dwell on or rehash the bad experience. Look for the positive elements.
*** This one...can't do. i tend to dwell on bad luck and bad experience. who am i kidding man?



Extracted from http://dating.personals.yahoo.com/singles/datingtips/61/top-10-ways-to-get-lucky-at-love

Girl and Gay

A LI YAA means elephant in Sri Lankan.

That's what i found out yesterday. It's a new restaurant & bar place in Damansara, near the HP building. And..they're going to do a launch for their opening. So we're there for a brief.

It looks nice...really. On both sides of the grand oak door, there are cool coloured glasses in abstract. i felt like taking the wall back home. it would look nice in one part of my room. haha...

And we sat there listening to the brief. And there's this lady who talked to us. She has nice complexion, not really pretty. Big boobs also big stomach. And she HAD a popular boyfriend. Surname Sinclair. Shall not elaborate more... Don't wanna end up in contributing to gossip magazine.

But oh man, she used so many *FUCK* this and that... At the end of the day, me and Iris realised we're starting to talk like her. The words we use. Gosh, bad influence.

the thing is... how can a girl like this got a boyfriend like that? nevermind, i'm crapping again. It's just nature's way. Cute guys, ugly girls. Pretty girls, Ugly guys...

Then i wonder....Me and Edmund, who's the pretty one? Hmmm...Nevermind.

Oh wait..which reminds me of a big joke in Johore.

Edmund is definitely pretty, he's fairer than me and he has smooth skin.
In the JomHeboh crew, there's this sissy guy with long hair. We suspected he's gay.
and on that day where Edmund fetch us there, he saw Edmund for the first time.
He called me over before i left and asked me some stuffs.

Syam: Hey is that guy your boyfriend?
Me: Yea.. why?
Syam: Well, if you all break up next time. Please intro him to me yeah?

I was stunned and speechless. Could only laugh and say alright, and asked him if he wants his phone number.

*Roar of laughter*

Someone said, "Ouch, doesn't that hurt? He wants your bf...not you!"

I replied..."Not really, he's not cute"

Spontaneous trip --> Johore

On Friday morning we suddenly got the chance to go Johore. Just make a few phone calls, delay it for 2 hours and off we go! The highlight is, we are going to the JomHeboh carnival in Danga Bay and look for our supervisor and other crew members there. We did not tell them we're going as to surprise them. Left KL at 3 pm.



Edmund came along and became our driver since he doesnt feel safe with me on the driver's seat, with HIS car. He imagined me dozing off while driving, the steering wheel slipped off my hand, and crashed to the side of the highway... driving myself downhill to hell.


Nevermind, i do appreciate having a driver since i can sleep in the car the whole journey. Did i mention that Iris was more pig than i do? She pigged out the whole journey having the whole backseat to herself. *snort*



Some of the guys popped their eyes and mouth wide open in surprise. Mike even announced on the lousdpeakers that "TROUBLE HAS ARRIVED". -_-"


Since it was a half day trip (we came back that night itself)... we got complimentary seafood dinner from supervisor. He's obligated to do that, all the way there to see him. (yea right) We have something that he wants of course.

The Levis cowboy hat belongs to our supervisor. Edmund claimed that I look like a witch..

A smoke break after the filling dinner of fish, prawns and veggie.

The leftovers of the food... Yumz. Expensive dinner though.

Went home after dinner and reached KL 12 something midnight. Half day trip it is! We're just too free. All the way to Danga Bay to have seafood and give them a surprise.

Wet Market 'Frenzy'

THREE weekends of wet market have left me looking tired, dull and cranky. What do i expect? It's markets full of people with foul languages and loud voices accompanied by the smell of rotting meat and vegetables. Then we have the crying for help of the chickens as background music. It could actually sound like an orchestra except that this one mess with your brains and burst your ear drums. Now, that makes the whole wet market thing sounds like a nightmare.

On the other side, there's a touch of sweetness. These people are foul and loud, but very friendly (in a loud way). I have adapted the style to talk like an aunty to entertain my 'peers' (the aunties la). I then realised i can actually excel in sales. I have done electrical appliances, perfumes, Guiness, Lipton tea... and now soy sauce. Lee Kum Kee soy sauce to be exact, they're our current client on sampling. I proved myself worthy in sales industry after more than half the sales of an outlet (7 cartons) comes from me (and i do it in 90 minutes). Or maybe it's because the client challenged me that if i can sell 5 cartons i get commision. Of course i never got it.

Anyway, it doesn't matter. I wasn't planning on indulging myself in the sales industry in future. Related, yes. Not sales focused.

The whole experience in the wet market was just.. weird.

First i have to sweet talk the aunties and even uncles.

And then i have to act that i'm not disgusted with the fish-water and chicken blood.

I learn to smile at the greedy aunty who demands for more sample eventhough i'm so not giving her another one.

I learn to walk on the dirty, smelly and wet market floors without staring at the floor and hopping around to avoid water puddles.

I know how to make friends with them so that i get cheaper prices on vege and meat. One trader even spent me a packet of drink. I only need to give out more free samples.

I learn to look around and watch the things around me in 360 degree.

I learn how to be mean and exercise the power given to me by ordering the promoters around. Being nice and soft equals to no job done.

I learn to smile at the people in the market that 'lanci-ed' me; though i still curse in silence after that.

I learn to wake up early in the morning (3 am) and get some morning exercise by walking and carrying things around the wet market.

I learn to bear with the continuous nagging and nonsense of the market traders and still smile at them. they also tend to repeat the same sentence over and over again.

AND i have improved my ability of selective hearing.

lesbian fate

SO... it's been a few days now since the last update.

i just lost the mood, either it's because of work or because of my monthly aunty visit. OR maybe... both affects one another.

Last weekend was as usual, working in the wet market for Lee Kum Kee sampling. All i can say is we hired some really useless people. The supervisors are working like a promoter doing all the promoter stuff and who does all the supervisor things? Me and iris.

And we're more than just supervisors. We did a lot of other 'kuli' works which made us work non stop. I thought we're just there to observe in the first place and help out whenever necessary?! I guess it became a necessity to have us there till the boss can't afford to go for other events.

The nicer way of saying things: We're just the important element in the crew. HMmpH



Okay... and we came back to the office grunting and complaining. What we did was catch hold of the person who hire these people and screw him upside down on Monday. Imagine... two interns staring hard at an elder person who has been in the industry longer than us, screwing him non stop just to make sure things are right the next weekend.



and at least we get to have our break. Yesterday was a bloody lazy day for us. we were in our rooms and we're so lazy that we sms each other instead of walking a few steps and knock on the door. that's really sad and it just magnifies how lazy we were.


At night we finally managed to drag ourselves up, food factor. we were hungry and we need food, thus we got to get out. After dinner, played pool in club 7. And did i mention the last time we went there, we say this group of lesbians? Iris was saying that we might meet them again and i thought there won't be such coincidence.


Half an hour later, we saw the same group coming in. haha! i guess they're surprised to see us also and probably thought we're in the same category with them. OR they will think that we're lesbians who loves threesome because last time it was another guy who came later to join us. Yesterday was another different guy, also came later.


Anyway, the night ended well; even way after pool. Completely satisfied with such off day.

beef sin

I am definitely being punished by whoever up there for eating beef on purpose (pretending that it was lamb). Because.... yesterday was a horrible day for me.

In less than half a day i get to meet the most stupidest and blur-est people around klang valley, which have no idea what they're saying.

FIRST... the massage centre i usually go to cannot be contacted, thus i cannot make reservation for 4 person. The phone was busy for almost an hour, so thinking that it's a wednesday night and they're usually not much people around; i went there straight. Halfway there, i managed to contact him and he told me that he can't make it for me cos there will only be one person masseur pworking after 10 pm. The others are leaving early to go back to hometown the next day. GREAT.

SECOND... i turned around and head for the one in OUG instead. I haven't gone to that one before but i went to their other branch in Bangsar so i thought it would be OK. It's called the OLD ASIA. Too BAD for me, i didn't get to try it out. The lady told me that she only has 2 person working, so we can only go in 2 by 2. Well, that's what we ALL heard. After Iris and Rishaad came out, me and Edmund supposed to be next and guess what?

The biatch said that only one can go. And when i ask why, she said she told me earlier. 2 go first... then only one go after that. i was super fucking mad that i give her the bloody stare and grumpy face and stormed off ignoring her "sorry ar, sorry ar" (something i seldom do). i didn't get my massage at the end. See how mad i got? And did i mention that she don't know how to speak proper English? She's so poor in it that she can't even give instructions like telling Iris to take off her clothes first and the masseur'll come in and start right away. Iris and Rishaad both heard that the masseur will come in and take their clothes off! See the bloody distorted msg? Then she had to come to me and ask me to translate.

my reaction? WTH? my bloody hell.... -_-''

THIRD... I then saved RM 120 because there's no massage. So I decided to splurge it on food instead. We went to Halo Cafe nearby in Citrus park for late dinner. since i lost my appetite anyway, I ordered "Salsa and Chips". when the food arrived, there's Only chips. I asked the waitress "Where is the salsa?" She replied, "oh, we ran out of salsa."

HELLO?! WHAT IS 'SALSA AND CHIPS' IF THERE'S NO SALSA?

i showed my grumpy-human-eating face and asked her why she didn't tell me. She stoned there, so i told her that i'm a regular here... go ask your manager what you should say if there's no salsa next time, and let her know that i said that because she knows i never eat 'salsa and chips' without salsa!

FORTH... the next waiter came so i told him to get me a menu. i've decided to order sandwich next. He told me that i can choose 2 out of 3 choices for the ingredients. He listed them, "There's cheese, chicken and err... 'kai yuk' (in canto)"

Me and Edmund went blur for a while. I had 2 neon question marks flashing above my head. Ed was laughing at him, and asked him if 'kai yuk' is chicken or not. Then only the waiter realised and say... "oh oh...it's cheese, chicken and err.....errr....er.... egg!"

After all that. i think i had enough for the night. So i assumed my punishment is done. Up until this afternoon, nothing that bad has happened (yet).

Nightmare repeating

The past few days was more like a nightmare for me.

I did not understand how guys' minds work and I will never know. Firstly, it is obvious a part of their brains grow in the penis, thus only one can function at one time. FACT?

Then, they get jealous when we get close to the opposite sex. All statements like "I trust you" turned to ashes when they are jealous. At the end of the day, they still try to claim that they still trust you (after all the arguments and yelling).

AND... they will never understand how much their gfs have given up or did to try to maintain the relationship. They thought they sacrificed a a kingdom and we only sacrificed a stone. So they pity themselves with "I'm betrayed/ She doesn't care/ I felt stupid for sacrificing so much for her" stuck in their mindset.

Have guys ever thought of things other than themselves?

I mean YES, this time it's my fault that i made him angry. It's my fault to make him feel 'cheated'. It's my fault to assume that it's Ok to have a friend of the opposite sex if I do not have feelings for him... It's all my fault. I know and i'm getting payback big time eg. no sleep, stress, anger and bad mood early in the morning.

God, i Really REALLY hope this will be the very last problems that can arise. I will just let him know every single teeny weeny thing that i did so that i'm not called a 'liar' or a 'cheater' and I will un-friend any friends that he doesn't like. There goes my social life.

MAYBE i could re-think about my plan last time where i told myself that i'm going to be lesbian when my last relationship didn't work out. I should consider that again now. Maybe being with girls will be much more comfortable and less conflict.

Definitely going to think that over again.