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sitcom

If you could live your life like that of a sitcom, which sitcom would it be? Wouldn't it be great?? Just like FRIENDS for example, where everything always turn out alright in the end (well at most in half hour); where there's always a happy ending. Unfortunately that doesn't apply to the real world, where our lives have its fair share of ups and downs; where we would accept that failures are part of a success; where what we hope for doesn't always turn out as rosy as we liked.

If life was just like FRIENDS's world, aside from the fake laughter every time something funny was said or done (which can be disturbing and annoying - especially if the laughter goes off timing when we aren't being funny), Joey would always be raiding our fridges. Chandler would be trying to be funny. Monica will volunteer to clean our house. Ross would be sharing some Did-you-know stuffs about dinosaurs. Phoebe would annoy us with her Smelly Cat song. Rachel... well Rachel would just look hot! And we would always hang out in Central Perk with a huge cup of coffee. (Our place always reserved at the same place =P) Isn't that just a hilarious world?




Then, in a sitcom, everyone (family and friends) would always be there to care for each other. Emotions are shared. We can always get a hug if we needed one. Someone will always be there if we needed someone to talk to. Lies and secrets are almost a null. If there's a guest star, everyone would start clapping (though that's a lil weird). Everything is so random and so much fun! The only bad thing I can think of a sitcom life is that there will always be around 3 intervals of commercials. Would we go into pause then? Hmm..I dunno. I guess it will give us time to pee privately or let the audience scrutinise us further; discussing about our lives.

So sorry. I have been totally buggered lately. Loads of stuff to get off my chest. Hopefully I would be blogging about positive stuffs soon ;)

hair

I have this theory that if girls cut their hair; whether it's a looooooong or shrt, it can only mean that they are moving up a notch to a different stage of their life. They probably are ready to leave something behind; bad memories; events in their lives that they want to forget immediately - like a bad break up or prob a bad day at the office or a bad hair day? - and look forward to a much better future in their perspective. So simply a trip to the hair salon is like a therapy session. It's no wonder more than often their hairdresser knows more about them than anyone else. A new hair cut can therefore mean a bad omen to everyone else. Haha! Simply said, girls can chronicle their lives based on the period between new hair cuts.



Girls! Sorry! Don't kill me for just voicing out an opinion! I wish I can provide more evidences though...

lies my parents told me

My parents used to tell me that if I swallowed seeds while eating watermelons or any other fruit for that matter, a watermelon patch would grow in my stomach and would eventually kill me! I know deep down that this isn't true, but I still made a habit of removing some seeds, especially the bigger ones before taking a bite!

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I was also told that if I swallowed a chewing gum, I could suffocate and die. Still not sure if that was true. But it sure freaked me out to even try to chew a gum when I was younger till I saw my cousins chewing them. Heh.

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When I was young, I guess I wasn't like most kids. Even when I was 7, I used to sleep real late. Probably at 2-3 on a non-school night. My dad used to say that if I sleep late (past midnight), witches would kidnapped me and I won't be able to come back home again. It kinda freaked me out as I also read such stories in Enid Blytons.

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I used to hate eating greens. Sometimes I would scoop my veges back onto my mom's plate when she wasn't looking. My mom would tell me that if I don't eat my veges, I would have lots of pimples. Then she would get uncles and cousins on her side to help her justify her statement with proofs! Now I have pimples. I guess I defied her =P Another similar story was that if I don't finish everything on my plate, my future wife would have lots of pimples! Omg...

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A family friend once said that if I could spread my hand and cover my face, I would live quite long. When I did it, she smacked my own hand against my nose! Ouuch!

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My mom used to say that she could see what we were doing at home from her office through her pictures! That was freaky!

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disenchanted - sad lil soul

Life is much too precious to be spent on rankling on our past. For the first time in awhile, I came to terms that living is not all about fixing the past but by living each day as if it were your last. Corny as it sounds, a little constant reminding isn't going to hurt anyone. I guess I probably misunderstood George Santayana famous quote “those who do not remember the past are doomed to repeat it”.

But I supposed what was significantly meant was that, we should remember our past, but not try to undo things. What's done will be done and can never be undone. We just have to get on with life. It's pointless to have all that energy on just worrying about the what ifs and what have I dones. Sometimes to make peace with ourselves, we just got to ignore the problem and forget it ever happened, or a simple fervent apology will suffice.

Too many times have I put myself in a grilling. Instead of living life, I rebuke myself over my actions. Too often have I tried to figure out if I were playing the good guy or bad guy role. So many times, I felt guilty and remorseful about the things I said. The one incident which still pretty much haunts me today revolves around P. P is the kind of person I really like. We would talk quite often before. Until one day that is... I personally can't recall when. We began talking less frequent. I figured P was probably just busy. I couldn't have suspected anything. It wasn't until a few months back when I realised P wasn't even replying to my texts or answering my calls. It's very depressing to know it's happening. I keep grieving to myself about what I have done. Did I say or do anything wrong? I kept blaming myself, condemning myself to an eternity of unforgivable misery.

Because of that, I had surrendered my soul to the most of morbid and gloomy of thoughts. I made a deal with the devil himself to spare P from anything and just let me be miserable. I was so upset and depressed with myself. I tried to think about happy stuffs. But it is hard to find that now. Sometimes when I dwell in my deepest darkest moments, I would imagine ways of punishing my own self. How I wish that P could just tell me what I did wrong and I would be fine rather than not saying anything at all. I would even be far happier if I received public humiliation. Just thinking about it makes my whole world crumble and tumble. T______T Saddening...

I am actually quite disappointed sad upset angry troubled heart-broken pissed okay right now. If I am ever down again, I would ask myself; why should we judge ourselves? Or why should we worry ourselves about what others think? Sighsss...... But it's not that simple. I really do care about P. I just want P to know that after all of that nothing of how I feel for her will ever change. But I suppose I have to learn to cope with a part and parcel of life.

Those who don’t learn from history are condemned to blog about it.

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lose yourself

We get our best ideas when we clearly concentrate and let our thoughts wonder. One moment we are facing a clear white wall and suddenly we are in a vertigo of very vivid mixture of colours; like a kaleidoscope. It's very awe-inspiring if you know what you are looking for. Kinda like looking for Waldo in an artistic picture.

But sometimes when I look for ideas, I find the best place is in the shower. Hmm. So that 3 x 3 feet area is my thinking zone. My own space. Somehow I could clearly visualise myself being under a rainfall. It will be darn relaxing while I let my mind drift away. It's like the trickling water clears all my troubles away; at the same time allowing me to think about stuffs.



My thoughts can range from just about anything. Like the other day, I was thinking about apocalyse. Yeah it's a bit morbid. But it was just a thought about what ifs. How would we all react if one day aliens land on our planet? Would we stay calm? A sudden influx into religious houses? What will the military power nations do? I'm definitely a firm believer of ET. No doubt they exist. The universe is so vast; why wouldn't they be out there somewhere? I even read somewhere that our universe split equally from time to time; just like going through a mitotic process. So that will mean, another Earth exist our there with YOU and I in it; probably doing the same thing. Then I wonder again. What if looking through a mirror is like looking through a different dimension? Although that will defy the laws of Physics, I just couldn't help but wonder.

Usually I will daydream to gather ideas for stories I would like to write next time; even songs. Sometimes I will tie it up with personal experiences. Because that's as original as it can get right?
Life can be so complicated. From others' view, it's interesting reading about people's life and how they are coping it. But torture bordering onto dementia for the writer. It's not all bed of roses. Not even bed of mud. Sometimes falling to sleep is more of a compulsive thing rather than a ritual or necessity.

the versatile word

tiptop

The past three days in Malaysia has been really hot and humid...which is pretty normal...but after some relatively comfortable weather...not to mention plenty of mosquitoes! Arrgh! And coincidentally it's durian season!




In case you didn't realise that, it's either you have been living in an underground bunker (the smell isn't that bad) or you haven't been reading enough Kee's World... So there! Thank me later...



So anyway, durians aren't my thing... Just reading other people's blog about Oreo made me hungry! I just had to have my own Oreo moment.

What was the rule again?? Oh yea...lick, dip & dunk!

But I was still feeling hot... Thankfully we have ice cream in the freezer!

Scooped some for the family as well + kiwi + banana + Oreo (somewhere underneath the concoction/ice cream salad)

...+ mangoes dang! ran out of choc mints. Ok... nevermind... it's concocted enough.

There! Everyone can be happy... =)

hell on heels

This was the last book I read. It is a fun chick lit I would say except the part where descriptions upon descriptions of outfits and styles of brands are elaborated. I couldn't care any less during those bits (that's why I felt I connected with Andy's character). I probably just breezed through that part not bothering to figure out how they actually dressed like. I mean there are plenty of sophisticated and extremely expensive designers items out there which I never heard of before reading this. Fo shizzle the likes of Prada, Jimmy Choo, Chanel, Versace, YSL, etc will be banking lots after the publication of this book.

The book is also witty. I loved the way Andy reacted in the end. Haha! Anyway, praises to Lauren for her first book. Of the movie, I totally digged it. Meryl Streep was a perfect Miranda! And I loved Anne!

A bit of reminiscing about my boss...she wasn't any devilish at all. Maybe it was because I was a temporary worker back then. But she still seemed genuinely nice.

Beware of all enterprises that require new clothes.

HENRY DAVID THOREAU, WALDEN 1854