... sawatdeeka..

i cant sleep.

not that i dont want to sleep and i cannot fall asleep.. but its just that i CANNOT sleep.
its 2 more hours before i make a move to the airport..

and im NOT taking any chances missing out my flight due to oversleeping. coz that has happened before. i can always sleep later.

and..

im just halfway done on my packing bits. not even halfway to tell you the truth. i cant think of what to wear. what to bring. no checklist. the advise my friends gave me. bring less. buy more. which also means.. bye bye $$$$..

as it is im over the top miskin now..

and im just so overly very the sleepy.

im trying to entertain myself in the room by trying out old clothes that i've only discovered i can fit into after all these years.. and then dancing around the room like crazy.. then check out my books to see if i can forget any of the storylines so that i'll have enough reason to read it on flight..

haha.

the rest are already in la-la-land..
VSK soon gonna be disturbed from her dreamland to send me to airport.
she's gonna be one cranky driver later.. see la..

pffttt... i buy her the elephant coins pouch baru tau!! haha..

truthfully, im not sure why im going..
when mrC asked.. i was abit reluctant at first coz im scared of going to that place after hearing so many stories.. and im just scared to be one of those statistic..

but seeing that him and mrH a regular there.. and i have msA to be my roomie.. i feel secured abit.. coz i trust these people with my life.

the first thing i wanna do is of course.. RED light district..
where the impossible happens. where stuff that i never thought off happen before my very eyes.. where u can see ping pong ball popping out of somewhere. hah! well, i shall soon find out.

camera. checked!
passport. checked!
money. checked!

the rest will just have to go with the flow.

anyway.. need to continue on my packing bit.

God, let me have a safe journey. Let me find something cheap for the people back home. Amen.

as to the rest of you..
enjoy the long weekend.

i know i will.... :)

I'm Sick :(

my nose blocked.
:(

my throat painful.
:(

i cant taste my food.
*not that i eat anyway*
;P

my shoulder pain.
:(

its an early sign that im gonna have fever soon.
and already im having slight fever now.
:(

so sad.
holiday coming soon.
and yet.. im sick..
:(

grrrrr...
i dont want to be sick!!

grrrrr....
it's c.c.c.cold in here!!!..
damn u fever..
come back next year..

where were u when i needed u few months back..

ciz.
kejamnya.

{{{{(>.<)}}}}

-- blah blah blah...

there's no point to this blog.
but if u r gonna read it anyway.
nobody's stopping you.

never believe everything you hear.
- unless u heard it from the horse's mouth itself.
that is the first rule of listening to gossip.

when the world tells you a story..
- story can be a made up.
when someone tells you a story..
- it could very well made up from one's head.

truth can always be bended.

coz thats how funny life is.
you say something today.
you meant something else altogether the next second.

nothing remain constant.
everything changes.
nothing stays the same.

we could only wish it would.

but, if we get everything we wished for,
thats not much of a life to live for.

a perfect person is only perfect through the acceptance of one's imperfections.
and a perfect day is only perfect when it was not through a perfect planning.

im not sure what im talking about.
coz i sure dunno what it was all about.
but its a matter of making a point.
though im not sure if there's any point to any of this.

maybe there is.
but im thinking no.

i guess im just bored.
so..

this is what its all about.

over and out.

see.. i told you.
no point, right?

p.s. bangkok, here i come.
that is the actual point, actually.

:)

happy fake birthday

finally i get to watch 2012.

i wanted to watch it earlier *ahem* but due to some "unseen forces" and gravity-effect towards a certain someone.. the plan was delayed. making plans with Mr President is no fun. coz he's almost always busy.

wait. scratch that almost.

thus, the title.

and its also not fun to know that he's not fond of packed cinema..

wth?

of coz i cant really justify it in my head coz its not like u gonna share a seat with someone anyway.. u still get your own seat.. so what packed cinema got anything to do with watching the movie?

needless to say.. i had to wait. and waiting is the last thing i had in mind.

mrP: u just dun like the idea of being the last one to watch it.

for real?

SK: but why want to wait for an empty cinema? not happening-la like that. its not like we're gonna make out anyway.

*wink.wink*

mrP: just imagine i bought all the other seats so that we can have the cinema all to ourselves. see.. how romantic i am?

i wanted to vomit blood then.

like i said - gravity has something to do with it.
the bad news is that - its a one way street.

if we are a magnet.. for him - im a north to his north. and south to his south.
so.. no hope there.

sad but true.

anyway.. we finally managed to find an almost empty cinema at 1255 in the MORNING. its a 2.5 hour show.. halfway thru i got so sleepy and it was very-very cold.. im just lucky to have a living heater beside me.

:D

we had lonnnnnnnnng talk (about nothing in particular) after that movie at one of those nearby mamak-cafe thingy till the sun comes up. at one point we were talking about capital city of a particular country, which im very very bad at.

by the way, just for the record and future reference.. this I have to record it down.

mP: ok.. what is the capital city of switzerland? if you know the answer.. i'll bring you there next year...

i must have blurted out whatever european city that comes to my head coz i know, i can claim this even years from now. of course getting it is another story. as it is im still not getting that melbourne trip after all these years. and its been what? 8-9 years??? and im still claiming. and im still getting that 'one day when i rich' story. but i am so gonna claim it till kingdom comes.

SK:i know.. BERN.

:D

see.. me so the very clever one.

mP: ya ya.. u googled it right? that doesnt count!

i am so gonna plan my trip to switzerland.

googled or not. thats not the point here.

not that i did.

*show big innocent eyes like mr cat in shriek*

well... i genuinely had fun. even if i know im on borrowed time. the days are numbered. and im sure im gonna bit*h about it one fine day.

* * *

on another note, totally unrelated story - the plan to go LB with the kuts & friends (i think.. since there was no concrete plan actually) was canceled just now. i dont feel like going anyway. i dont think my heart can take any more.

*also coz someone's face is peeling like nobody's business*

or maybe, just maybe, i just dont want to split my fake birthday into two category.
one category is enough for memory's sake.

if you know what i mean.

other days are different story though.

but that's another story.

:P

boys will be boys..

i was on my way to work this morning..and was listening to 104.9.. and today - its children international day.. apparently.

so.. the djs called 2 kids to host the morning show. alongside with them.

here goes some part of the conversation.. the one that i can recall at least..

JD: so.. *kid* (whats his name?), do you have a gf?

BOY: got...

JD: what's her name?

BOY : alisha...

JD: wooohoooooo....
JD: so does this girl know you likes her?

BOY: she everyday send me a love letter saying I LOVE YOU .. I LOVE YOU...

JD: wooohooooo...
JD: so do you want to marry her ?

BOY: NAH-AH..

both DJs : hahhahahha
JD: spoken like a true man..

for the record.. i lost my bearing for a while there for laughing so hard! that actually made my day.. and its before coffee!! its a rare occasion..

you see... this boy is about 10 years old*me think* (could be younger!!) and already a commitment-phobic.. and i thought only those supposedly grown up men has it (as in that phobia stuff)..

all this while, i thought all men.. ok.. M.O.S.T men (*rolls eye*) went to this special university *for boys only* where they teach how to hurt little girls like me.. whose big innocence eyes doesnt have any effect on them - like at all.. and my sweet innocent face does not even make them bend down and bow to me..

*evil laugh*

not that i wanted them to do that.. but you know what i mean - right?

anyway.. this university *for boys only* does not exist..
its actually in their genes.. only found in XY chromosome..

its a sad day for single girls everywhere..
coz the XY species.. they start early nowadays..

damn..

what are the chances of me NOT meeting these types of men?

well.. from my experience so far..

i'll say..

ZERO

sad...

but then again,
never say never.

:)

over and out.

My Sister's Keeper

based on Jodi Piccoult's novel. same title.

i cried when i read the book.
but i think i cried harder when i watched the movie just now.

with actual sob! sob! sob!
damn..

the movie, as in the book, are narrated by all the characters. they each had their chance to tell their side of their story.

its basically about a girl. whom is engineered with the combination of the perfect chromosome or dna or cells - or whatever it is you medical geeks call it - of her parents to be the perfect specimen to be a match donor for her sister's dying condition.

and she sued her parents for medical emancipation. i.e. the right to her body. the right to decide.

blah blah blah.

looking at the movie or the book, whichever it is, from a larger scale .. it is all about letting go.

its about letting go of something that you hold on for so long. that you fought for - for so long that nothing else seems to matter but that you fight to the end of your breath.

its the metaphor of it that makes me cry harder than anything.

letting go of something is never easy. but at times, one need to learn how to let go. even if its the last thing we wanted to do.

is it really worth it to fight to the end of your breath?

i really dont know anymore.

but i guess, its about time.
dont you think?

well, we shall see.

over and out.