Randomness

• I could've sworn I saw a cat crossing the road using an overhead bridge. Talk about road safety.
• A bride-to-be in a month's time was just a few inches away from being sliced by a gantry if not for the screams of her friend that she stopped moving. Now if it ever happened, that would top off my "How to become a bimbo" list already.
• I am contemplating on dating my boyfriend in KL.
• Ex-boyfriends are always deadly and sarcastic, waiting to pounce on you anytime on every single mistake you make, no matter whether the guy is supposed to bear grudges against the girl, or vice versa. Short to say, its always the girl being blamed no matter whose fault.
• I need to lose at least 2 inches off my waist by August.
• Between Fernando Torres and Sergio Ramos, I found myself unknowingly ogling at Ramos' ripping biceps. Yes, they were ripping that jersey of his.
• Grammar mistakes CAN affect some people badly till they lay awake at night.
• Snapple gives the best random facts on the underside of the bottle cap, like, a mosquito has teeth. So does the removable paper from the sticker of Libra's sanitary napkins. Yes, random facts are printed on those paper. Changing napkins has never been more interesting.
• I wish I can draw like Yan.
• I want to have a Persian kitten for a pet.
• I am not so searchable on Google unless you really type in my pen name. Oh ya, I'm the fourth in the list.
• By the way, my pen name, Ryu Arashi, is an anagram of my real name, just to justify the fact that I don't belong to people who have Japanese nicknames. I use this name for ambiguity purposes, and also to create a writing identity.

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By the way, Bumblebee has been found, safe and sound but a little traumatized.

It decided to be more intellectual and fashion-savvy this time.

It was found underneath a pile of newspapers and magazines.

Depressing Things That Keep Coming

MISSING:
BUMBLEBEE
(again)

Last seen/played with on Thursday morning, 26 June 2008

• Likes being covered under pillows, especially big cushions like above.
• Toilet-trained.
• Fussy about food; does not eat turtle pellets, only eats ikan bilis, carnivorous.
• Did a prison break before; was found trying to make a U-turn outside neighbour's house.
• Likes to drink water the unconventional way; tries to drink from splashes of water instead of gulping down in whole.
• Moves by dragging its shell against the floor.
• Moves very fast for a terrapin. Yes, it runs.
• Always being bullied/bitten by Jazz (terrapin twice its size).

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DH: So, what's your plans tomorrow?
Me: Nope, nothing on tomorrow.
DH: Yeah, me too...
Me: Well, we could go out, only that we're both in different countries...

A long-distance relationship.

Necessary, unavoidable, but always having its downsides.

N'SYNC - Gone

I've been sitting here
Can't get you off my mind
I've tried my best to be a man and be strong
I've drove myself insane
Wishing I could touch your face
But the truth remains..

You're gone..
You're gone..
Baby you're gone
Girl you're gone, baby girl, you're gone..
You're gone..
You're...

I don't wanna make excuses, baby
Won't change the fact that you're gone
But if there's something that I could do
Won't you please let me know?
Time is passing so slowly now
Guess that's my life without you
and maybe I could change my every day
But baby I don't want to

So I'll just hang around
and find some things to do
To take my mind off missing you
and I know in my heart
You can't say that you don't love me too
Please say you do

Yeeaah....

I've been sitting here
Can't get you off my mind
I've tried my best to be a man and be strong
I Drove myself insane
Wishing I could touch your face
But the truth remains

You're gone..
You're gone..
You're gone
You're gone...you're gone.. you're....
Gone

Ohhh...

Oh what'll I do
If I can't be with you
Tell me where will I turn to
Baby where will I be
Now that we are apart
Am I still in your heart?
Baby why don't you see?
That I need you here with me
Oohhh...

I've been sitting here
Can't get you off my mind
I've tried my best to be a man and be strong
I've drove myself insane
Wishing I could touch your face
But the truth remains

Been sitting here
Can't get you off my mind
I've tried my best to be a man and be strong
I drove myself insane
Wishing I could touch your face
But the truth remains

You're gone..
You're gone..
You're gone
You're gone
Gone
You're gone..

But the truth remains
You're....

Something for you to ponder about:

What if you were Justin, who's regretting everything and just wants the girl back? To be selfish then, and now to try turning back what is never the same again?

-- I am sure you know JT is a very egoistic guy, what not from his previous breakups with Britney and Cameron Diaz (bless Jessica Biel...)

Now, what if you're that girl whom Justin is pining for? Who has a new lease of life, and has moved on to other things, leaving no room for him? Who feels that its all too late for the guy to do just about anything because she's given him all the time and chances all this while?





I'm not implying anything... Am I? Hmmm...

My Desk

(From left to right)
1. Red mini Mini Cooper: My dream car.

2. Photo frame: Picture of me and the Glitter girls.

3. Tower of colours: The 3 Rubik's cubes I own; 2x2x2, 3x3x3, 4x4x4. I haven't quite solved the 4x4x4, a little lazy to explore for now.

4. Red Clock: Liverpool to tell me the time. :D

5. Body Shop Shower Gels: Reminds me of my Body Shop membership that I always use in the excuse of overspending, to not be cruel against animals, to conserve more than I usually do (they provide biodegradable bags), and how nice I'd smell after the shower. :D:D:D




6. Calendar: Its hidden at the back, that's why I can tell you the time but not what the date is today. I am never good with birthdays, that's why. :p

Winning Entry

My love for writing was mainly spawned off by inspirations of my personal experiences.

Not everyone can be a good writer. I'm not saying I am a good one, nor a bad one. But I realised that it takes a whole load of wit and humour to put across a personal encounter and make it sound more endearing and funny than it originally was.

I would have to give it up to Carrie Bradshaw of Sex and The City for inspiring the mannerisms of my writing style. Ok, not exactly her, but the writer of the show itself, Amy B. Harris.

An insight of her interview and how she developed her writing, click here.

I do wait for the time when I finally would have my own column.

It'd be a dream come true.

But for now, winning entries in TNPPostwoman would self-suffice.

Thus, presenting, my winning entry of the Newpaper Postwoman.

Yes, its Sex and The City-related. :D

"Being a huge fan of Sex and The City, I was appalled by the fact that Parker was dubiously named “Unsexiest Woman Alive” by Maxim.

Forget about bad fashion line, look at even Kate Moss by Topshop which received a lot of flak. Yet Moss still maintains as one of the best-dressed women in Britain hence a bad clothing line does not exactly equate to being unsexy.

Parker may not be the most good-looking actress around but she exudes class and personality in almost anything she wears from head to toe, be it bohemian or cocktail-wear. She is one true fashion icon who could easily overshadow Anne Hathaway in Devil Wears Prada anytime, of course, with the help of Patricia Field. But then again, which well-dressed celebrity do not have any fashion consultant?

It is truly amazing that Maxim readers prefer Amy Winehouse to Parker. I vote Winehouse anytime for being the Unsexiest Woman alive. In my opinion, bad reputation precedes the dressing factor in being unsexy. The dramatic kohl and overdone beehive hair with all those tattoos just add to the unglamorous reality that she is just another drug abuser who happens to make good music."

Ps: The above entry won the writer a pathetic $50 Borders voucher. But her most memorable entry was her published comments on TNPPostman where Torres was the subject.

Wry Humour

Satirical humour always rules my world.

It is probably why I get along well with people who love to fill their words with sarcasm, well, more or less in a nonsensical way.

My ex-colleague, Bean, is one such example.

To illustrate her wry wit, she drew a picture (please bear with badly-drawn objects) as a representation of our workplace.

(Please click for a larger/clearer image.)

The story goes like this:

Once upon a time, there was a cave with a group of cavemen living in it. Being a group of cave people, they were, of course, oblivious to anything that was outside of their surroundings. Unknown to them, a garden was growing outside their cave. Since the weather has been of hot and cold lately, they are optimal conditions for the patch of land to grow. Slowly, the Tree became bigger for the Tarzan to hang upon, the Flowers increase in numbers under the care of the Gardener and the grass became plentiful. Among these, stood the Crow, the symbol of omen, that overlooked the jungle, waiting to give any form of suspicious information to the ruler of the Forest. Above all, they had Superman to protect them from any other harm, with the Scarecrow to shoo off any small predators away. What they always never noticed was that Toad croaking among those tall grasses.

Now, of course, the rightful humans, aka B&B, were diminished in power with the intimidating presence of the Forest. Hence, B&B was not even drawn in the picture.

It is ok if you don't get the story above. It is just to illustrate how lame my group can be.
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Ok, coming back to my main topic.

Ex-boyfriends/girlfriends can provide one with the greatest ironies.

It would definitely hurt if one was to know her ex-lover was getting hitched with the very same girl he cheated on her.

The irony: Its most probably a shotgun. A 90% chance there.


Another irony also just happened to me recently.

Courtesy of an old friend aka ex-boyfriend.

A brief summary of the old friend's background is that he plays Scrabulous with me and we drop lame comments on each other's wall on Facebook. He is currently touring the world, at the end of some school competition he was involved in.

So he happened to put up a picture of the fast food outlet, The White Castle.

Now, I am very sure you guys are extremely familiar with what is mainly associated with the White Castle.

Just to give you an idea of how swords of words were somehow yielded, I will give you a group of "copied and pasted" comments of the picture.

Me: Wow, so where's Harold and Kumar? Or did you become Kumar? Hmm.

Him: its just a movie u know.... there really isn't a Harold or Kumar at every white castle in US u know... ok... hope u understand... dont be misled by hollywood...

Me (extremely annoyed, of course): Never mind lah... Some things get through to people, some things just don't...

Him: some pple jus don noe how to articulate their words... some pple do...

Most friends of mine have come up with a common analogy. Lets not go there, ok? But if you do want to analyse, please leave them in the comments, because I do want to know yours.

But I will end this post with my own satire.

Some men make you a part of their dreams. Others don't bother to because they see you as a hindrance. And its for the best that you stay away from the latter.

Obviously, I've found my former. :)