Disturbed

                                                                I am upset.

          Very upset.

I am disappointed. 

                          Lord.........

help me.

Unexpected Pedicure Day

Today's technically a normal day. Started work at 5am. Finished at 1:30. I then harassed CY to have lunch with me. We ended up buying Chicken Shish from Abrakebabra. Oh my goodness--it was such a big meal for only $13, I completely stuffed myself! But that was not the highlight of my day! I got home to find my mother and my sister doing their nails in the lounge. It would be awfully nice to get a pedicure, I told myself. And lookie here... Out of nowhere my mother offered to give me a pedicure. Yeay!

I'm getting my twisted and gnarled toenails fixed as I'm writing this post down. It's so nice to have a free semi-spa treatment at home. I love my mother for doing this for me. :)

When smoke does not come out

FRESH OFF THE PRESS!!

Yes, I have "quit" smoking.

Hooray!

Pop a bottle of champagne and pour me a glass! Let us celebrate and enjoy my (partially) functioning lungs.

It's been a few weeks since I gave up the horrible but wonderful use of cancer sticks. Horrible because, now, I can't stand its pungent scent that lingers on till after you've finished the forbidden stick. I loathe its taste. I say that now because of a minor slip-up sometime last week when I was enticed to having another taste. A little huff of smoke. A little heaven. A little hell. I felt like Marilyn Monroe chasing and wanting JFK. It was the one bad thing that I religiously did and loved every minute of.

                                                 Source: Max Dunbar


After ten years or less, these magnificent cancer sticks have taken it's toll on me. "Cut her air supply", my lungs said. It could and it would have. And it did. Sort of. Bronchitis. Acute. I had to kill the habit before it killed me. I'm too young to die!

Luckily, my fabulous DML was ready to cut the nasties too. He is making this process too easy for me. But not very easy. My appetite is back on full. I eat every 2 seconds. I still heave and puff in the gym. But besides that, everything is all good.

I smoked and I still can live.

That flashy thing

I'm currently watching Men in Black and I really want that "flashy thingy". You know, that flashy thing that deletes someone's short term / current memory to be replaced with a new one, good or bad. It'll be really handy to have one. Imagine all it's potential!!

With the "flashy thing" you can make people forget about your drunken ramblings, falling flat on your face when you were wearing that slick strapless dress, the nipple slip after falling flat on your face because you were wearing a strapless dress, or even the 'accident' that happened when you were in kindie.

With all the latest technological advancements you'd think that someone has stumbled upon the idea of making this "flashy thing". Honestly, I really don't want to wait another century to get my greedy hands on a "flashy thingy" of my own. So to everyone or anyone who can make this "flashy thingy" possible, please, hurry up.

Little Icebreaker

So...  It’s my first ever post for 2010. Hooray!! A bottle of Moet is on its way.

After a year (or more), I have finally gotten over the “I have no time to blog” excuse. It can no longer be justified because I have more than enough time to write. But then I was so uninspired (yes, I had alot of excuses to avoid blogging). 

I just had nothing to write about. There was no inch of creativity flowing in me. I was completely frigid and Twitter was the closest thing to blogging that I’ve done in the last year. The truth is 160 characters or less just doesn’t cut it sometimes. Then it dawned on me that I can get inspiration from anywhere.

Now. I’m here. Sitting. Typing.  Thinking--this was not too bad at all. 

Till next time. I'll make sure that there'll be more.