oh mee gosh!!!
i cant believe this exists!
laughing club
and there's more than that one in virginia! (diksha... read carefully, its vir gi ni a)
i wonder if they'd kick me out when i decide to join this club....
in primary skool i got into trouble for laughing at something (my friend was playing a seriously bad trick on another, and all i did was laugh while he was making his mischief work, then when he got caught, i kena as well...)
in secondary skool i was known as the small pengawas who laughs very loud
in college the guard had to hush me down in the common area
sheesh!!! cant i jz laugh at my own rate and not be judged? come on... its not that bad...
well, here's a little [sorry] note to all my friends who i've embarassed cuz i laughed and caused others to look at as weird freaks. didnt mean to... ampun maaf, beribu ribu ampun, thousand apologies *wobbles head*
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
Monday, July 23, 2007
back to skool...
My 4th semester of uni starts tmr. I would say I didn’t have a distinctive holiday, but it was a good break in my monotonous schedule, and I’m all set to go back to the routine lifestyle again.
During the winter holidays I had a chance to …
eat so much popcorn till I can almost smell popcorn in my pee
sleep on a single bed with another person (twice)
finish one subject in a week
stay up all night and be showered with edifying testimonies, only going to sleep at 7.30 in the morning
be an anime character whom I’m not really familiar with and laugh till I cant stand properly at other characters
enjoy home cooked msian food after singing Negaraku with a piece of chicken in my mouth
learn how to count in German, French, and Tamil; write my name in Arabic and be reminded of some phrases in Telegu
go dress shopping with a bride-to-be
play charade, taboo, uno, win lose or draw, bass, tennis, ps2, game cube…
act as a woman who was about to be stoned, a hypocrite friend, a mother, a girlfriend, a bride, a boyfriend (that was weird), a bad girlfriend, a bimbo, and a banana [of course, I did that all at different times]
bake Oreo cheesecake with Mandy
balance 8 plates, 3 coffee cups, cutleries and left over food at one go
and write a blog entry that I don’t know how to end…
During the winter holidays I had a chance to …
eat so much popcorn till I can almost smell popcorn in my pee
sleep on a single bed with another person (twice)
finish one subject in a week
stay up all night and be showered with edifying testimonies, only going to sleep at 7.30 in the morning
be an anime character whom I’m not really familiar with and laugh till I cant stand properly at other characters
enjoy home cooked msian food after singing Negaraku with a piece of chicken in my mouth
learn how to count in German, French, and Tamil; write my name in Arabic and be reminded of some phrases in Telegu
go dress shopping with a bride-to-be
play charade, taboo, uno, win lose or draw, bass, tennis, ps2, game cube…
act as a woman who was about to be stoned, a hypocrite friend, a mother, a girlfriend, a bride, a boyfriend (that was weird), a bad girlfriend, a bimbo, and a banana [of course, I did that all at different times]
bake Oreo cheesecake with Mandy
balance 8 plates, 3 coffee cups, cutleries and left over food at one go
and write a blog entry that I don’t know how to end…
Sunday, July 22, 2007
sappy bench
What do u get when u come across a fish and an elephant?
Swimming trunks!
What do u get when u come across a park bench and a darn sappy conversation in a movie?
A crying jez!
I dunno y…. movies with scenes of park benches will make me cry. Why on earth do they choose the park?! Why the long bench?! Why do I cry?!
To name a few that I watched lately [Finding Neverland- Johnny Depp spoke to the little boy on the bench], [Good Will Hunting- Robin Williams spoke to Matt Damon on the bench], [Forest Gump- need I say more?]…
There was even a scene in Grey’s anatomy season 3 epi 25, Nazi was on a bench with George…. Wahhhh… I was like… “ok this is not a sad scene, its in a freaking hospital, not in a park! not crying... NNNot crying!”
Of course… not ALL scenes with benches in the park make me cry. Like when a scene is about drunkards who wee next to the bin beside a park bench. Not sappy but crappy...
There has to be an emotional build up, a good conversational and better still-- it’ll trigger the tears if the characters are of little kids or old grand-dudes with shaky voices.
But actually, park benches brings back memories of nonstop Futurama and FRIENDS with horny,.jpg)
slurping up cup noodles in the midst of our pile of books.
Oh and also the time I had to spend the nite on a bench with shua (different benches of course) cuz we had no place to go when we went back packing to inti nilai.
Anyhoot, that was quite random… yet! I do not hv to apologize for my randomness. Its jz the way this site shud run. On pure randomness.
all hail emo movies with benches!
Swimming trunks!
What do u get when u come across a park bench and a darn sappy conversation in a movie?
A crying jez!
I dunno y…. movies with scenes of park benches will make me cry. Why on earth do they choose the park?! Why the long bench?! Why do I cry?!
To name a few that I watched lately [Finding Neverland- Johnny Depp spoke to the little boy on the bench], [Good Will Hunting- Robin Williams spoke to Matt Damon on the bench], [Forest Gump- need I say more?]…
There was even a scene in Grey’s anatomy season 3 epi 25, Nazi was on a bench with George…. Wahhhh… I was like… “ok this is not a sad scene, its in a freaking hospital, not in a park! not crying... NNNot crying!”
Of course… not ALL scenes with benches in the park make me cry. Like when a scene is about drunkards who wee next to the bin beside a park bench. Not sappy but crappy...
There has to be an emotional build up, a good conversational and better still-- it’ll trigger the tears if the characters are of little kids or old grand-dudes with shaky voices.
But actually, park benches brings back memories of nonstop Futurama and FRIENDS with horny,
.jpg)
slurping up cup noodles in the midst of our pile of books.Oh and also the time I had to spend the nite on a bench with shua (different benches of course) cuz we had no place to go when we went back packing to inti nilai.
Anyhoot, that was quite random… yet! I do not hv to apologize for my randomness. Its jz the way this site shud run. On pure randomness.
all hail emo movies with benches!
Monday, July 16, 2007
size is not a matter
Ever wondered why Asians are smaller than other nations?
I don’t hv the answer…
Even the fruits are not siding us…
I’m not saying being big is bad and I’m not trying to be racist here. My point here is about SIZE. Why is the big one being seen as the better one. Or the one with more authority? In this case, a mandarin can be an orange but an orange cant be a mandarin. Makes sense?
But! Just when u peel the skin to get to the inside and taste what the small mandarin has to offer… that, my friends…. is another sweet sweet story, nyehehe…
I don’t hv the answer…
Even the fruits are not siding us…
I’m not saying being big is bad and I’m not trying to be racist here. My point here is about SIZE. Why is the big one being seen as the better one. Or the one with more authority? In this case, a mandarin can be an orange but an orange cant be a mandarin. Makes sense?
But! Just when u peel the skin to get to the inside and taste what the small mandarin has to offer… that, my friends…. is another sweet sweet story, nyehehe…
Sunday, July 08, 2007
With my freshly cut and painted nails, I can now update my blog with joy.
Hahah… that was rather random. I just wanted to get that out of the system.
Anyways… winter holidays. How was it for Jez? Not bad actually. Complained a little that my boss made me work almost everyday, and that I’ve to sacrifice my lazy dayz at home with big tshirts and baggy pants in front of the TV with some fortuitous SBS movie next to the fierce heater.
Come to think of it, I’ll take my words back. I’m glad I got to work all week. Tiring but satisfying. I’ve learnt so much in these short weeks which I can never do so from the idiot box I reckon.
“I can make very very cold Hot-Chocolate, and very very hot Iced-Coffee” beams my boss as I looked at him with the =.=” look. I tried not to laugh but when he said “want to try some?” with his somewhat ham sap look, I cracked out laughing and telling my lady boss that her husband needs to rest cuz he’s going a little insane.
I like my bosses. They’re nice ppl. Very patient as well. I made countless mistakes and yet not a discouraging word was thrown at me. Some of their comments are quite comical. Especially with me and my O-jezsm (which means ‘easily tickled’ [word created by duane, mandy and ming] and sounds like something else but has totally nothing to do with that), I laugh at almost any comment they make. I think their Arabic accent contributes to my condition as well. My boss’ son (Tony) also sprinkles unplanned pesters that keep me away from the word “bored” all day at work. Colleagues are nice and some customers and worth offering my smile to.
When its not peak hours, we’d all stand around the oven and talk about anything that comes in mind. I also like hanging out at the corner on table 11 after my shift and they’d tell me about their experience when they were back in Jordon where there was war. Wah so chunnn… Tony actually saw flying bullets whiz pass outside his window. Ok, maybe not that chunnn. Its scary.
The only thing I don’t like to do at work is when I get the kitchen shift and I’ve to fry bacons if there’s a need to. The babi pieces explodes on the pan and spits hot oil everywhere. Painful la… oh and also the slicing. Well, I like the slicing part, but it’s the cleaning of the machine after every item that drives me up the wall. Wish it cud clean itself up and not torture me when I’m still half asleep at 8 in the morning.
Anywayz, I’ll be having a break from work and heading back to uni for winter skool tmr. Have to find another way to stay sane as I go thru 9-5 for 5 days in a row. Wish me luck.
Hahah… that was rather random. I just wanted to get that out of the system.
Anyways… winter holidays. How was it for Jez? Not bad actually. Complained a little that my boss made me work almost everyday, and that I’ve to sacrifice my lazy dayz at home with big tshirts and baggy pants in front of the TV with some fortuitous SBS movie next to the fierce heater.
Come to think of it, I’ll take my words back. I’m glad I got to work all week. Tiring but satisfying. I’ve learnt so much in these short weeks which I can never do so from the idiot box I reckon.
“I can make very very cold Hot-Chocolate, and very very hot Iced-Coffee” beams my boss as I looked at him with the =.=” look. I tried not to laugh but when he said “want to try some?” with his somewhat ham sap look, I cracked out laughing and telling my lady boss that her husband needs to rest cuz he’s going a little insane.
I like my bosses. They’re nice ppl. Very patient as well. I made countless mistakes and yet not a discouraging word was thrown at me. Some of their comments are quite comical. Especially with me and my O-jezsm (which means ‘easily tickled’ [word created by duane, mandy and ming] and sounds like something else but has totally nothing to do with that), I laugh at almost any comment they make. I think their Arabic accent contributes to my condition as well. My boss’ son (Tony) also sprinkles unplanned pesters that keep me away from the word “bored” all day at work. Colleagues are nice and some customers and worth offering my smile to.
When its not peak hours, we’d all stand around the oven and talk about anything that comes in mind. I also like hanging out at the corner on table 11 after my shift and they’d tell me about their experience when they were back in Jordon where there was war. Wah so chunnn… Tony actually saw flying bullets whiz pass outside his window. Ok, maybe not that chunnn. Its scary.
The only thing I don’t like to do at work is when I get the kitchen shift and I’ve to fry bacons if there’s a need to. The babi pieces explodes on the pan and spits hot oil everywhere. Painful la… oh and also the slicing. Well, I like the slicing part, but it’s the cleaning of the machine after every item that drives me up the wall. Wish it cud clean itself up and not torture me when I’m still half asleep at 8 in the morning.
Anywayz, I’ll be having a break from work and heading back to uni for winter skool tmr. Have to find another way to stay sane as I go thru 9-5 for 5 days in a row. Wish me luck.
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