Donna

I have a colleague. Her name is Donna.
Donna is kind. Donna is funny.
Donna has the ability to make grey skies sunny.

Donna gave me an angpau during Chinese New Year.
Donna gave me a hug when I panicked.

Donna loves sushi.
Donna is my friend.

Today Donna found out that I own a blog. She requested to be a part of it.
So this entry is dedicated to you, Donna Lim! *gladtomeetsomeonelikeyou*

Longkang

Longkang (saliran is the nicer name for it.). Drain, in English.

"Drain - The whole system devised to remove surface or subsurface water from the limits of a road."

"Drain - A conduit below the surface of the ground ; pipe of burnt clay, concrete, etc. , in short lengths, used as a conduit in subsurface drainage."

These are among a few definitions of the word "Drain". It is not a significant word. Not a word that is frequently used in conversations. Yet some of us, do use it. In my case, I came across a lot of these during my internship. Drains are somewhat the unsung heroes of structures. You cannot see it, but it's there. And when it's not there, well...it will flood. *trieshardnottogettootechnical*

But what if somebody used the word on you?

Today somebody called me longkang. Yeah. How very intellectual. This somebody seems to have forgotten that he is a smelly, dirty longkang himself. (If that is what you call people who design drainage systems.)

So, yes. I am a longkang. It is amazing how an educated person can blurt out something so mind-bogglingly stupid.

Polls

Good evening dear friends! (and readers who are not friends yet, but I hope we will become someday.) As you can see, I have put up a nifty little poll with quite an amusing question for you to answer. Jadi apa tunggu lagi? Vote, jangan tak vote!

Pets

Dear readers. Today as I was browsing the channels, something immediately caught my attention and stopped me abruptly from mindlessly pressing the next channel button on the remote control.

A hippo is climbing on a bed. After a blunt groan, the bed fell apart. A man is reprimanding the hippo gently.

Apparently, I was watching Jessica The Hippo on Animal Planet. Yes. The hippo's name is Jessica. I think Jessica the hippo is pretty tiny for a hippo. Probably just a baby. Jessica managed to find her way into the house and wanted to try sleeping on a bed for a change. Heheheh. It's really interesting. I want one. Not a hippo. But a nice, furry little cat will do.

Ice-Skating tomorrow

Tomorrow, is ice-skating day with Lynzi and Idit. I feel strangely elated. Let us look forward to it. Lots of pictures will be posted. Tomorrow.

Dangerous Driving

Hello dear readers. I consider myself as an average driver. But lately, I discovered that my levelheadedness level has gone down a few notches. On Thursday, I woke up with something that felt approximately like a cold black rock growing inside my head. Ugh. Horrible headache it was.

Of course I did not feel like going to work. I was not fit to drive anyway. But still, I dragged myself out of bed. Hellbent on NOT skipping work (because if I skip even one day, my salary for the month would probably amount only up to RM2.) Yes dear readers. This silly girl should stay at home in bed, but instead she dragged her sorry ass all the way to work.(please note the usage of the word 'dragged'.) Because of all the dragging, I was late. Which is to be expected, of course.

Just as I was about to enter the highway, a car came swerving into my lane. I hit the brakes. My laptop and bag on the front seat slid down. Shoot. And there it was. What was supposed to be my breakfast: McD apple pie. Now smashed into a gooey flat pulp.

A few minutes later, a stupid car braked suddenly again. I had to brake as well. What made this time so scary was the fact that I was only about a few centimeters from the car in front. The laptop slid down again. Apple pie received a second smashing. That was close!

When I reached the office and finally settled down, the gooey apple pie tasted better than it looked.

Stress-Buster

Today, I will share my simple method of relieving the tension-compression action of everyday life.


My latest precious little cutie. M.A.C Fafi lippie.

Another precious little cutie. M.A.C Fafi lipglass.

Finally, the M.A.C Heirloom brush set.

OOooooh....this is how I reward myself. However, these are not the only rewards I have given myself. Teehee! Today I am in the mood to show off my M.A.C collection. Next time when I feel like it, we will get to see my Anna Sui and Shu Uemura cosmetics collection.

Dear readers, some of you might feel shocked at the rate of my extravagant splurging. But I assure you, if I cannot do this, if I am restrained from this, it is possible to go insane.(Please refer to the entry "Obnoxious" for more details.*ewah...macam marketing some kind of product plak!*)

Despite the splurging, I did manage to save up. It all depends on the financial planning. Another valuable knowledge to acquire. Dear readers, this might come as a second jolt of shock for this entry. "What? She saves?", or something like that. However, it is quite long to elaborate in this entry and therefore I will touch this subject in a later entry.

In the meantime, feast your eyes on the fantabulous cuties!~

4-Hour Courage Equation

Dear readers. Today, I had an important task. I wanted to ask one measly question. I took four hours to gather up about 73% of courage. I took three minutes to ask the question. I received two minutes worth of answer.

Obnoxious

Good day dear readers. Today I feel compelled to share a slice of the many grotesque occurrences in my daily existence.

Have you ever met anyone so utterly obnoxious? So incomprehensibly obnoxious, it makes your brows twitch with disapproval? So horrendously obnoxious, it makes your hair curl with disdain. So sublimely obnoxious, it gives you goosebumps fueled by scorn.

If such questions were to be directed to me, I would answer "YES" to every single one of them. Most of my days in training are also spent in training to dodge this obnoxious bully, apart from training to become an engineer one day. Each attack was handled pretty well. Except in one or two cases in which the bullying has escalated to obscene magnitudes, of course things got somewhat ugly.

Dear readers, if all the browbeating and pushing-around endured were to be recorded it would be endless. But fortunately, (or not) I will only write about the worst encounter. Once, during a regular Friday afternoon, I was having 'tapau'ed lunch in the office with the usual group. All of a sudden, this obnoxious creature came into the picture. The creature joked around, horsed around, jumped around. I don't give a hoot about it. I just went on with my lunch until it was time for the best part of lunch : dessert.

Oh yes readers. I had cendol for dessert. Scrumptious, icy-cold cendol. It was heavenly. It WAS. Until the creature tossed murukku into my cendol. Please note that I only had four spoons of cendol before it was ruined. Gone. Nada. Squat. Zero. Sifar. No more cendol.

I was absolutely furious. Every fiber of me burned with violent rage. Err... and I sort of attacked this creature. It was a spur of the moment reflex-action. Not proud to admit this. But you would probably do the same. The pain I endured. I felt rage drowning a large section of my brain and oozing out my ears in cascading red waves.

I must have likened the creature to Gollum. The creature and Gollum bear many similar qualities in many ways. The creature is not Gollum, of course. The creature is a person. An educated one too. *hinthintcanyouguesstheoccupation*

Not-So-Solemn Second Post

Hello dear readers. It seems that without advertising, some friends have succeeded in finding this solemn little blog in the ocean that is the internet. You are all very, very, viciously clever.

Thank you dear friends. I apologize for not updating for almost a month. However, in my absence, I have accumulated a fair amount trials and tribulations that I would be happy to spew out in the wide world that is the internet for all to see.( Please note the hyperbolic and exaggerated tone. It adds more drama, don't you think?)

I'm really addicted to shoes and make-up and books. That is the kind of person I am. However I cannot comprehend why the tone of my entries are always so....monotonous. I would like to portray myself as colourful, or bubbly, well okay, maybe not bubbly. (Me? Bubbly? I am about as friendly as a table lamp.) Yes, dear readers. You are now within the territory of a peculiar person.Please continue visiting this tiny little space on the web.