Just like in the movies

Two complete strangers seated in the same room having induction together. One sitting in front another seated at the back. Neither knew of each other’s name nor existence. There have been times where their paths crossed, though neither of them really realized. Not until one stranger left, that fate brought them together.
Fate works in mysterious ways; magical, some would say. Our higher being up there has his own ‘sneaky’ ways for His children.

It started out with just a casual movie date. He just wants to watch a movie, while she was more interested in his tattoos. Not until then, did they realize they share many common similarities – passion for food, That 70’s Show, tattoo fanatics, 80’s music (yea, baby!)
Unashamedly, she admits. He’s irresistibly addictive and attractive.

He came. He saw. He caused many sleepless nights.

Why do Man Need Woman?

Men and women alike are in constant search of 3 things:

1. Human touch
2. Communication
3. The need to be needed

We all need the physical touch. And it's not sex I mean. Just like babies have to be cuddled and cooed in their growing stage; we adults alike need the physical touch. We need to cuddle together for warmth and comfort in this cold, selfish world, even if its only for just a moment.

We all need to communicate. To communicate at a stage where you can share something good you did, and the other party won't think you're bragging. The purpose is not to convey information, but just to tell each other "I am here, and I know you are here".

We all need to be needed. If no one needs you, what good are you? Yes, we are needed in many places; at work, in the community, society, but all these are superficial. If you're gone one day, anyone can replace you. But to that one man/woman, you're THE need. We need to be needed to boost our self-esteem to face a brand new day.

adapted from Readers Digest,2000

Fascinating, isn't it?
Now...where is my bolster for warmth & comfort..

--2 dozen years old--

Cake #1 - simplicity

Cake #2 - note Chinese version of 'michelle'

Cake #3 - sugary+creamy

Birthdays

Some people like it grand and loud, some people like it quiet and intimate. I remembered a couple of years back, when I was still studying, an "overly-concern" housemate organized a big get-together for my birthday. There were over 20+ people- some of whom I only know their surname, a big cake and plenty of Coke. A matter of fact speaking, none of them were there for my birthday. There were small cliques in every corner of the house, each of them engrossed in their own gossip for the day. I, on the other hand, had to put on a fake smile for pictures and 'entertain' them. It ended up with me having a 5cm-long cake, which I can hardly make out what flavour it was and a huge mess to clean up.

Nah, I don't even like people singing birthday songs for me. When you're surrounded and all eyes are on you, I tend to picture myself as a lamb surrounded by singing wolves. Birthdays can be traumatic in the wrong circle of friends.

I'm blessed to have 3 cakes this year (maybe 4, since Audrey is coming home) and yes, I insist on having the biggest piece. (to thriple confirm the flavour) But I like the cake Mom&Dad got me, best. It's no fancy schmancy belgian chocolate coated or decorated with imported Arabian espresso beans. Just a simple, round shaped, classic baked cheesecake. And even better, it's not mass-baked from one of those government-taxed franchises. You have to call and order from an old, rustic coffeeshop in Klang town where the waiters are old enough to be your grandpa.

Thanks for the sms-es, thanks for the calls, thanks for the cakes, thanks for the singing. (yea, can never escape the wolf-singing-lamb experience)

Even though it was different for the first time in 5 years, enjoyed I did.

Simplicity at its best:

Chong Kok Kopitiam, opposite Klang komuter station

Walking dumpling

12.27pm, the pantry

A: Mi-shell, mi-shell… wan ask u something veli serious. Sit down..sit down…
M: What?
A: U actually veli enjoy life or veli stress? (while giving me that look from head to toe, very obviously, indicating my weight gain)
M: I….. I know I’m fat-la.
A: No, no…selious wan…wad happen?
M: I moved back in with my family-ma, previously I stayed alone when I was studying. Now got home cooked food-ma.
A: U look better when u first join lor, I like your student-look. Now u look like, err…like ah sam who found rich husband. Veli hou meng dy, no need pretty pretty herself anymore. Ah sam-look.
M: …………..
(Aaah...the number of ways you can be screwed in)

It’s like a war zone out there, so they say; backbiting, suck up wannabes, hardcore politics…but nobody warn me about ego squashing. And pride trampling.
Forget the cunning hypocrites. It’s the geeky nobodys that you should fear.

Just when I start to believe Mom, that I have womanly curves…

Strange wonders

13 June 06
I was in HR Training Room undergoing my induction with a bunch of dumb, fresh-faced, wide-eyed freshies. First time into an actual working environment did overwhelm me a little; the centralized aircon, people rushing around yakking on phones clutching laptops, ‘little’ people in smocks and just to highlight, no one seems friendly. That’s not the point, anyway.
After that day, I’ve never stepped into that training room ever since.

13 June 07
I was in HR Training Room for my Poka-Yoke (pronounce as Po-Ka Yo-Khe) training. All of a sudden, it just hit me, wham! A year later, 365 days after, I stepped back into that same room. What do you call this, er, situation? Fate?

Fate.
n
The supposed force, principle or power that predetermines events.

It’s a tiny milestone achievement. Just a tiny little one, where the satisfaction & pride comes from within. I can proudly (or not?) state I have 1yr working experience.
Celebration? Indulge in 4 balls of Mexican tequilla shot chocs without any guilt. Nothing beats the rush of serotonin to the brain.

What changed in a year? Frankly speaking, nothing much, besides:
-womanly curves (I have to accept the damn fact, my derrière won’t go back to Std6 size)
-‘honk-u-back-you SOB’ driving attitude
-able to differentiate between Federal / NKVE / LDP / Kesas / Sg. Besi highway
-have a bit $$ to buy Mom perfume, Dad shirts, Bro Sony PS3 (jeez, small kids nowadays…)
-I have became very acrimonious

Which part are you in now?

Flattery

3.37pm, Daniela production line

B: It’s hot in here, huh? Don’t you guys feel it?
Many guys & a girl: It’s always hot in here.
B: Oh, I know why. Because today she’s here (pointing at her), she’s too hot.
A girl: Hahahahahahah
Many guys: (silent)
B: You know, usually when B makes a lame joke, subordinates will laugh with him. You guys aren’t laughing, only her.
A girl: Hahahahahahah x2

From a whisper to a scream

Scene 1
I woke up grumpily by the annoying sound of ti ti ti ti, ti ti ti ti. Groped down the stairs for water. Damn, container’s empty. Didn’t boil water.

Scene 2
In the midst of washing my Milo-stained cup, something caught my eye. Thousands of icky black thingy-ma-jig celebrating, drinking, eating in the dustbin. An ant alone will seem harmless, but when the whole communities of clans come out to play, Myrmecophobia can happen. Damn, didn’t throw rubbish.

You see the similarities above? All of us are guilty of taking our parents for granted. Seriously. Mom is the one who boils water, Dad throws the rubbish.
Just to clear things up, I’m not a pampered, spoilt, doesn’t lift-a-finger child. I do housework. It’s just at times, I tend to overlooked things; there will always be water, rubbish will be cleared.

People always tell you this, but you inadvertently ignore it, till it hits you wham! I’ve been a good child so far - satisfactory grades, no involvement in drugs or pirated DVDs, be their kuli when out marketing, be their chauffeur, the little luxuries I give, obedient… But good aint enough. I want to be super-duper good. Notice 1 thing I left out from the list of ‘goodness’? Communication. I seldom talk to them. Can’t find anything relevant. 16years ago, I would even tell them that, Rajes’s mom’s cousin’s daughter has a black, spotty white kitten. Rule #5 Who Moved My Cheese: Change. Move with the cheese.

Mom & Dad is coming home tomorrow. And you know what? From now on, I’ll boil water. I’ll throw the rubbish. And I'm gonna tell them about that idiotic moron, black Wira who blatantly cut into my lane today.

Like a bullet through your brain

Acrimonious.

I'm feeling acrimonious. After 3 weeks, my state has come to a level of intense feeling of resentment. And all of a sudden, I have these wild thoughts playing in my mind.

• Caffeine overdose (is it actually possible? how many cups?)
• How long can someone practise the mambo before her/his legs gets into a nice shade of blue+black?
• How many trays of carrot muffins can I bake continously before I start looking like a carrot?
• How many back-to-back episodes of Grey's Anatomy can I watch before my eyes pop out ala Exorcist girl?
• How did they build Genting's cable car track? Didn't you notice there're nothing but trees all around?

Insanity is slowly creeping in.

The Ouch Factor

There was once a girl who loved a boy. Loved him with all her heart.
Then, she made a mistake. A mistake, no matter how much pleading or remorse could bring the boy back. She was repayed 10-fold by the ultimate revenge plan.
Wretched, battered, torn, betrayed.

There was once a girl who loved a boy.

The New Me

May 22, 2006 -> March 14, 2007

Err...a lot of months in between. My Maths is bad.

I think I've changed.
Waist grew wider, for the obvious. Mind grew a little mature, for the discreet.
I'm a full-fledge working, ahem... woman.
Driving to Damansara myself, buying shoes on my own(no need approval from Mom anymore! ha!), visit the hair saloon alone, pumping petrol on my own..on my own, on my own, on my own.

Environment's changing too.
Audrey left me, thats drastic. Earth's getting hotter. My neighbour's daughter can now count till 10.

Oh, I need money to get another tattoo.
I plan to win FlyFM's end-bit. The cash now stands at $9700.
I can have a dragon-tiger-phoenix tattoo with hebrew inscription all around, that can make Angelina cry.

Returned

It's been almost a month since my last post.
A month ago, I was restless, sleepless, puffy eyes, grumpy, exhausted, pimply-faced, losing hair, stressed out & deprived of proper food.

Today, I am refreshed, recharged, and rejuvenated.

A lot of things can happen in a month.

• FYP report,
• presentation,
• final exams, 2 papers.

And now, all those are gone, I'm entering a new transition in life. I'm finally a grown-up. I have to earn money myself in order for me to survive.
But there's 1 slight problem: No one wants to employ me. :(

Sad.

I know wad I'll miss the most when I start working. Sleep. I cant sleep till 2 in the afternoon anymore. Damn.

Michelle eats @ SOULed OUT.

Good eh?

Belum makan, sudah burrppp....

Saturday night dinner.

Lively atmosphere with outspoken waiters, constantly shouting to greet you. =)
The noise level there is almost deafening! But in a good way, of course; the constant cheering of goals, laughter, chitty-chatty, bells(!), yes bells!

Appetizer: summertime salad
lettuce, cherry tomatoes, alfafa bean sprouts, beets, mandarin oranges, sprinkled with extra virgin olive oil, topped with grilled fish, prawns +calamari. Ooooh!

Main Course: beefed out pizza
pepperoni, , chunks of ground beef, raisins with mozarella, on top of a thin wooden-baked crust! Yum!

Mocktail: Pussy foot (yea, i know it sounds funny)
concoction of mango+pineapple+orange+strawberry juice. Slurrp!

Finish up with a mug of good ol' Heineken.

The 4 Men in my life

Dedicated to the ones I simply adore.

1. Josh Harnett
I first saw him in Pearl Harbour and ever since, I've never managed to let go off him. His eyes, oh his eyes. Piercing & mesmerizing. And what beautiful abs.
Lovely.
What's disappointing: Currently dating Britain's Most Beautiful Woman, Scarlett Johansson.

2. Heath Ledger
My first time watching him in Casanova has really charmed my heart out of me. Such a manly jaw-line, and yes, piercing eyes as well. Though watching him in Brokeback Mountain, kissing Jake, has got me a little queasy. But thats what they call professionalism in acting, aight?
What's disappointing: Engaged to Michelle Williams and a daddy to a beautiful daughter.

3. Tony Leung Chiu Wai
I have been idolizing him since I was just 2-inches tall. But I personally think, his years of age is making him even more irresistable. Eeee... his moustache makes him so yau yeng! And not to forget, he's a brillant actor. Watching him in Infernal Affairs has caused me many sleepless nights! He totally deserved the best actor award for that. What's disappointing: Dating Carina Lau for gawd-knows-how-long.

4. Donnie Yen
As a little girl, I used to watch him in kung-fu flicks, hee-yaking and hai-yaking, flying all over the place. Never really noticed him though... up until now. =)
Watching him in Seven Swords + SPL has got me oooh-ing and waaah-ing. Oooh so man! Waah so yau yeng. A quick search on google tells me he has great abs as well. hehe. He has the same martial arts background as Jet Li, is way way way more good-looking, has a body that Usher can be jealous of, and I wonder why he didn't make it big as Jet?
What's disappointing: Married and a father to a couple of kids.

Vanity Paraded

After all the money-spending, accesories-picking, shoes-buying, clothes-choosing, facials+mani+pedi, the day has finally come, for it to be paraded all out.

PROMENADE
14 April 2006
Putrajaya International Convention Center (PICC).

With a little help from this,

and this,

and this,

I think I look presentable for prom.

Of all proms that I've went for the past 3 years, sadly to say, there isn't 1 prom that got me leaving with nothing but sweet memories. Everyone hoped that this year's would be the best, most fun, most exciting, most fantastic; I mean everyone would want to graduate, with happy prom memories rite? Sadly, none of the of the above mentioned qualities were even near-achieved.

WHAT WENT WRONG

• they restrict us fom taking photos by saying "Go and sit down at your table NOW. No more taking pictures".
• food arrived incredibly horribly late. not to mention, food standards was way x3 below PICC's par. I'm sure ministers+politicians don't get crappy food like we did.
• food was dirty. some vommitted & some 'lao sai'.
• this prom does not serve water. they expect us to hydrate ourselves with saliva.
• too freaking many people. many of my friends were gone unnoticed drowned by the sea of unknowns.
• they forced us out of PICC on the dot, airing unprofessional announcements over the PA system, such as "Go home and sleep". common sense, will tell you people aren't goin to leave so early rite? How many chances do u get in a lifetime to dress-up and take pictures?
• they left Tun Mahathir staring at some freaky-plastic hand, when all the burnin action was happening behind him.

What's the point of boasting "The Biggest Ever Prom Held in MMU", when you can't meet basic prom requirements?

I don't regret the money I spend on getting pretty. But I loathe the $89 I spend on, to be treated with no respect, no dignity & no value.

Vanity is Expensive

In the pursue of beauty & vanity, I spend $68 on my nails. Fingers and toes.
A rather big pinch on my wallet though. With $68, I can buy 2 reload cards or eat 27 double-cheese-burgers.

before ...

After.

before ...

After.

p/s: i have to admit i have old-lookin fingers & toes. this is due to the NUMEROUS dish-washing and clothes-washing. sigh.

G O A L !

It was a beautiful game of football between United and Arsenal tonight.
Can you believe United has 16 shots on-target ? That will be enough to keep you on the edge of your seats!

But the highlight of the game, was definitely the goal by Park ji Sung. At the 78th minute, aided by Rooney, Park skillfully steered the ball to victory. It was a momentous moment. Everyone was celebrating. I was jumping. Moreover, the winning goal came from an Asian.

What I wan to highlight here is, when Park was substituted by Evra for a more defensive tactic, almost 70 000 people stood up in honour of him. The camera focused on the crowd - 70 000 people, standing up and clapping. So surreal.
At that moment, I had this weird but happy kinda feeling in me. I was proud. Honoured and estacticly joyous. To be proud that I am an Asian, and be proud that an Asian can command the respect & salute from 70 000 mat-sallehs.

Football is wonderful. It cuts across all boundaries; cultures, religions and races.
Joga bonito.

Park, you're my man.

oh-mi-gawd!

oh my oh my!
Audrey spoke to Daniel Lee online! Can you imagine? Speaking to your idol?
Eeek! Jealous.


Audrey is the 1 in black ink. Amethyst6218. Daniel is the 1 in green, of course. I purposely pick this part of conversation, cos Daniel said 'i love you' to her.
Aaaaww ...



How I wish if I have the exact same chance to speak to Heath Ledger.
Aaaahhhh ....

Dumbass

Why are some people so plain dumbass & idiotic?
I believe the good Lord has given each and every one of us common sense. It's just that some people choose to ignore it, without realising its the only one damn thing that gives world peace!

I'm nanometers away from launching WW3 against whosoever that suggested the midterm date to be changed.

Why can't we finish the bloody midterm as fast as possible and be done with it? Do you think by postponing the midterm and giving u more time, u will get full marks? Oh, come on! U always have to be the number-One kiasu rite?

Fuck man ...

- -

I broke 2 fingernails today!

Aaaaargh!!

Michelle eats @ Bumbu Bali

Did you know that the area opposite Puchong Giant, is so developed & happening that it resembles Taipan?

Yea, who knows rite? It's so deserted and unstrategically located. Anyway, gotta give credit to this guy-la, he intro-ed that place to me, and yea, I have to admit this time he is more hap than me. Click here.

We saw this very uniquely-decorated place at a corner lot. Try imagine quaint umbrellas, teak chairs, figurines of Buddha, shiny twirling hanging things, wooden bowls & plates, artistic pictures and spurts of cold air added to that effect.

Of course, we are all attracted to nice things, so makan here-lo!

Bumbu Bali's speciality : sate lilit

Mixture of seafood & some other meat, wrapped on a serai stalk instead of the conventional sate stick.

Taste something different, a little spicy and the meat is totally infused with serai. Lovely!

Bumbu Bali's special concotion: Ais campur something

Sweet & milky kinda drink, mixed with cubed watermelon+honeydew at the base note, cubed nangka at the middle note and sago+sliced banana+pickled coconut at the top note.

Fabulous!