I feel your pain

I hate to be the bearer of bad news. I mean, who likes being a bad guy? And when you have to convey news that may not mean a lot to you but could mean heaps to the other party - he sounded so disappointed when I told him. It must have been a big deal for him. I don't know the full story behind it, but when this guy is calling back a couple of times and you just won't take his calls or give him an answer for three days (and over the weekend too)... it sucks to have to be the one to tell him "Look here, the deal's off." Even though I did get an unnecessary scolding from the bossman because of him, I feel sorry for him. He doesn't sound like such a bad guy on the phone, in fact, he may be even... nice. He wasn't pushy, or nasty. I think he was just asking for some help. And he didn't get it.

The kitten scratches

Why is it so freaking cold in the office? I feel like I'm freezing in Genting right now. Brrr...

Anyway, I have a company dinner tonight. Not one that I'm particularly looking forward to, but have to attend because it's a dinner for the bossman. Cheh, boss tai sai meh? Apparently yes woh. So I have to "pei meen" (give face) to him and attend. Oooh, it's going to be such fun, I just know it. Yes, I'm being sarcastic here. My kitten claws are showing. Miiaaaaawww!

This will be the second company dinner I'm attending in five months. The first one was on my second day of work. And it was so dull and boring because I didn't know a single soul at that dinner and things haven't improved much since then. I mean like, who am I going to schmooze with? Oh and not to be putting anyone down or anything, but the people attending are all... old. Old enough to be my mother/father old or even older! *shakes head sadly*

Can't even look forward to enjoying the food because my doctor has placed me on a strict diet following my recent allergy flare-up. Which means like 85% of the food at the dinner (traditional Chinese 8-course menu) will be off-limits. Yep, no sharksfin, no abalone, no prawn, no duck, no crab - just vege and chicken and the standard last course of rice or noodles. And did I mention no pork too? :o( And of course, no alcohol, which means while the rest are carousing and boozing I'll be drinking plain water and Chinese tea (which is actually on the no-no list too, because tea contains caffeine). Argh, I just wanna go home right now! Which brings me to my next point...

Why on earth did they pick a weekday night to hold the dinner? Don't they know people have to work tomorrow? And I'm not a boss, so it means while they nurse their hangovers and stroll in to office after ten, I'll have to be sitting at my desk before 8.45am. And you know how late Chinese dinners (start and) end. I probably won't get home before midnight and that's if I'm lucky.

Okay, okay, so I should look on the bright side of things. Is there a bright side? (See, I'm being cynical again.) Hmm, let me see. I get a free dinner. That's all. *sigh*

Never leave home without it!

The handphone is such a common thing nowadays that I simply cannot live without mine and feel like something's missing if I don't have it with me. And guess what I did? I accidentally left it at home yesterday of all days!

I was supposed to meet up with ex-collegemates (whom I have not seen in a long time) for lunch and we have agreed to meet at Eden in the Curve for dimsum. An hour before I left my house, I noticed that my handphone was running a bit low on battery (only two small bars out of seven) so I promptly plugged it in to charge. So as you can guess where I'm heading with this, I forgot about my charging phone and walked out the door merrily.

Almost at the Curve, I reached into my bag to find... no phone! Great. And I didn't have my friends' contact numbers anywhere else. Nevermind, I thought, we all know where we're meeting up, I'll just go and wait for them there. I was early, so I had time to kill. But I was not very comfortable with walking around since I didn't have my phone with me and didn't know if they were here or on the way or whatever. So I headed over to Eden and made my reservation first (there were a lot of people!).

Then I moseyed over to Big Apple next door, drawn by the smell of yummy doughnuts baking. Mmm... I got myself a chocolate doughnut and sat down to wait. The doughnut, by the way, was most enjoyable. Soft, with melting chocolate on top, the kind that sticks to your fingers without being sticky and just disappears bite by bite in your mouth without you even knowing it. I'd go back for those doughnuts again - in all the other varieties! (But the servers need some customer PR training - the lady who served me looked rather annoyed that I ordered only one doughnut.)

Minutes ticked by. A few minutes, ten minutes, fifteen minutes... Waited and waited for 45 minutes. No friends. Figured they weren't going to show after all and couldn't contact me thanks to the phone at home. So I left and eventually had sushi at my favorite place, Sakae Sushi. Much much later when I went home, I discovered a number of SMSes from them saying that they couldn't make it. So I was waiting like a dungu for nothing! Oh well. Gotta remember to take my phone with me next time!

p.s. I did watch the men's finals for the Malaysian Open (squash) and the beginning of the women's finals. Hehehehe. Malaysia Boleh!

Bits, bobs and the whole boat

Had a surprise this morning. Guess who called? The Emperor. Wahhhh... so honoured I am. *grin* It was... interesting. And completely not what I expected? Anyway, it was a bright spot and a good start to the morning. Now if only it had lasted the whole day!

Unfortunately it didn't, and the day descended into a three-act tragedy. But like all good bad shows, it had to come to an end sometime. I'm glad the working week is over. Phew!

TGIF and Friday night means the weekend's here! I wonder why there generally are no good shows to watch on Friday night? Is it because the tv programmers expect the people to be out and celebrating? What about the homebodies like me? Hmm, I seem to have lost my train of thought. But, there's a new reality show called Pirate Master that I'm really enjoying. Though I think the contestants make the silliest decisions.

Received word from an ex-collegemate that she's getting married at the end of the year. And she asked me if I would attend. I haven't said yes, neither have I said no. Decisions, decisions. I guess I'll decide nearer the date; it's still some time away. Gee, whatever happened to my normally decisive nature? It seems to be rather blurry of late. *sigh*

Ever felt the need to ramble on without really making sense of what you're saying? Well, it's happening now. Hence, the really disjointed post here. *grin*

It's a small world after all

Malaysia is known to be a country that promotes itself as having racial harmony and nowhere else is this better exemplified than by the rising number of interracial families these days. Gone are the days when interracial dating was frowned upon by parents and I personally know a number of couples, some married, some dating people from different races. We Malaysians are a good example of the melting cultural pot, I suppose.

And lo and behold, I came across this site - http://www.interracialdating.com - interracial dating - which promotes interracial personal websites all around the world and there is a site specially devoted to Malaysians! This makes things easy for those out there seeking true love online. Black, white, yellow, brown, etc, when it comes down to basics, we are all just humans searching for love.

Therefore, in the spirit of love, Happy Merdeka Day in advance to all Malaysians.

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Ka-ching!

While I was spacing out on my precious medical leave, wennnn gave me something nice to day-dream about. She asked me... "What would you do if you had a million?" Wow. A million. Try as I might, I cannot imagine what it would feel like to hold a million bucks in my hands. Would I swim in it? Would I go nuts and throw piles and handfuls of money into the air just for the fun of it? Oh, the many possibilities of fantasies! But... coming back to earth. This is what I would do if I struck the lottery tomorrow and had a million to spend.

1. Quit my job. Yeah, I gripe about it so much I may as well give it the old heave-ho since it's not bringing me anywhere where I want to be.

2. Pay off all my debts. Study loan, personal loan, car loan, credit card bills, what-not. It sure would be nice to be debt-free. And I need to curb my spending too. Cannot spend that million all at one go.

3. Buy a house. Whoa there! Didn't I just say I wanted to be debt-free? Yeah, but I want the security of my own property. Just one house would be enough for me. If I could, I'd buy two houses - one for me and one for my parents. But houses these days are so expensive I don't think the million will cover two houses unless I go to some ulu place or outstation.

4. I'd invest the remaining moolah so that it would give me back returns so I can live on that for the rest of my life or until I find a nice rich husband to marry and leech off. Ahahaha. No FTWM for me. I wanna be a tai-tai (as Simple American correctly deduced) and a SAHM to my future kids. And since I do blog for $$$, that would be my personal pocket money lah.

So there you have it. What rinnah wants to do if she had a million. And I cannot be greedy and keep the million to myself, so I will send the money-making tag machine on to:

giddy tiger (so she can be a SAHM too!)
paris beaverbanks
mistipurple

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Since I'm on the subject of moolah, I might as well ask around. *grin* To my fellow Dark Side bloggers in Malaysia, does anyone know of how reputable the VMI card is? I am thinking of getting it so that I can transfer my PayPal monies and finally see the results. I'm getting a bit tired of seeing the amount rising in my PayPal account and not be able to use it since I don't do online shopping. :o)

An antzy problem

My office has a slight problem with ants. There are just too many of them for an indoor office building. They're on the tabletops, cabinets and floor. Lucky for us they're only normal ants (I think!) and not the more serious fire ant. How do I know? Well, I learned what fire ants look like from www.controlfireants.com where they describe the ants in detail and provide links to pictures too. Besides, fire ants don't exist in Malaysia (yet!) although they have been sighted in the Philippines.

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Unwell

Sorry for the lack of updates over the weekend. This blogger has been downed with allergies and the beginnings of flu... hope to be back soon. *sniffle sniffle*

When I was small...

... I went to school. And since L B wanted to spill some goss about me in the previous post (but didn't because he didn't know nada!) I shall tell him by means of fulfilling my tag from Giddy Tiger. These are the rules of the tag...

"Write about one of your naughtiest moments in secondary school"
"Story must not be shorter than 20000 words. Jk. Just don't make it too brief lah"
"Tag bloggers who you think have really interesting stories to tell. Don't go "Ah I won't tag anyone""

Hai.... this tag is rather tough. Because hor, I am too good a girl in school! I was too busy studying and the naughtiest thing I did would be gloating about my excellent results over other, less fortunate pupils. Yes, I was a stuck-up prig then. So, I'm changing the tag slightly and will tell you about the naughtiest thing I did in primary school...

I feigned illness to get out of PE class. Nearly every other week, without fail. I would get all dressed up in my PE outfit of house t-shirt and shorts, before I put on my most pathetic face and told the teacher, "Cikgu... sakit perut." Now my teacher was very lenient (I guess she wanted to deal with less students on the field) so me and my girlfriends would just relax by the side of the field, chit-chatting, playing and generally ignoring any PE exercises until it was time to go home. And that was the naughtiest I ever got in all my years of school.

Hahaha. No dirt to dish here. L B, are you disappointed?

Now I cannot be naughty and just end the tag here, so I will pass it on to the following bloggers - I wanna know how naughty you were in school...

simple american
angel
leonard

Lemme tell you something juicy...

Further to my schmoozing award yesterday, I realized this one thing. Part of communicating effectively also includes a teeny, weeny bit of gossip. Yup, you heard me. Gossip. Ooo. Not the I stab you in the back kinda goss, but the "Did you see what Angelina Jolie was wearing to take Maddox to school" kind. And boy, do I love to indulge in those celebrity gossip rags you'll find in the magazine section of any bookstore. But the thing is, it's sometimes outdated news. And a top-notch schmoozer like me has to have the latest goss, you know! This is where my secret info stash comes in handy. I'm referring to CelebrityGossip.com! They have all the latest shenanigans of Hollywood and celebrity pictures for me to drool over. If you'll excuse me now, I'm off to catch up on some goss. Ta ta folks!

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Am I a social climber? I'd say yes

This has been a very rewarding week for me. Why? Because I've gotten not one, but TWO awards this week! You say keng or not? LOL! First I got awarded the Rockin' Girl Blogger by Paris Beaverbanks. Now, Narrowband has awarded me with the Schmoozilicious Blogger award. *grin*

For those not in the know, the power of schmooze is defined as, "To converse casually, especially in order to gain an advantage or make a social connection". And you know, in the blogworld, it's all about the connections / conversations you have with others online, because that's all there is to see. Just the power of your words. In the true vein of a schmoozer, I'm going to pass on this award to five other bloggers whom I think have the power of schmoozing...

l b
may
ehon
giddy tiger
zewt

So go on, people. Schmooze!

Come on and get fit!

I've been meaning to go on a diet for some time now, but all the yummy food on your blogs and in real life are just sabotaging my good intentions. But I gotta get rid of the flab! *jiggle jiggle* No one wants those extra pounds, right? But it's hard to stay on the diet track if there isn't anyone to help you.

That's where MyFitnessPal comes in. It's a diet and fitness website that claims to be 100% free. I like free. Don't you? *wink* MyFitnessPal wants to help people lose weight the healthy way and I know that weight lost in a healthy manner is going to stay off because it's a lifestyle choice I make and not a diet fad. Among the features (free!) at their site that I could certainly use are a calorie counter so I can keep track of how much calories I'm consuming, a diet journal to record my meal choices and a weekly email newsletter of diet tips, tricks and recipes. They even offer me a free personalized diet profile. What's not to love?

So, armed with MyFitnessPal, I'll be starting on that diet... tomorrow. *grin*

Of Rocks And Blogs

I've always known that there were others out there with the "X" factor, but I didn't know I had it too until Paris Beaverbanks told me. Oh yes, I'm a Rockin' Girl Blogger! Woot! So thanks Paris B for the award! *grin*

For a little backstory on how the award came about, go here and visit Roberta Ferguson's website.

Now I'm supposed to award it to five more deserving girl bloggers.

I hereby nominate the following hot chicks for the Rockin' Girl Blogger awards:

misha

winn

wennnn

cutiepie

mistipurple

Oops! I did it again...

Aiyah... my itchy hands went and accidentally deleted my Feedburner RSS feed when I was trying to integrate the Feedburner and Blogger feeds into one as per their announcement on Blogger dashboard. *sigh*

So sorry but I have to trouble all those who have been subscribing to my feed to resubscribe / update your readers using this feed:

http://feeds.feedburner.com/ItsAllAboutTheSpin

Hopefully, no more service interruptions after this! Ta folks!

Cinderelly, Cinderelly!

Anyone watched the Disney cartoon version of Cinderella before? Remember those two cute mice who ran around after her, squeaking, "Cinderelly, Cinderelly!"? Well, all I needed today was my loyal mice sidekicks. Why? Because I was on my hands and knees playing at being Cinderella in my office! I kid you not... complete with evil stepmother. Hurhurhur.

The story goes like this.

Once upon a time Friday the 13th (did anyone notice today's date? LOL!), in a place far far away KL, there was a very nice girl by the name of Cinderella rinnah who works in an office that is more like a golden cage. And in this office there is a evil stepmother mean selfish colleague and three ugly stepsisters rather blur supporting cast colleagues. Well, one day Cinderella's father rinnah's boss went away on a business trip, leaving the womenfolk behind. (And I'm too lazy to continue typing and strike-throughing all the excerpts since I'm sure everyone knows the story of Cinderella, yea?)

Anyway, today there isn't anyone in the office save for me and THAT colleague. The three stooges My other colleagues all jumped at the opportunity to take leave since the boss in not around. And today happened to be the day that the water filter was due for servicing. No problems. So far. The water filter technician came and did the changing of the filters (5 to be exact!) and left. All was well then.

About 45 minutes later, I heard a screech of "Cinderella!" coming from the area of the pantry. Jumped up and ran over, only to behold my colleague standing outside a partially flooded pantry that's swimming in 1cm of water. OK, so the technician didn't do a good job tightening the screws or whatever it is after he changed the filters. Since my colleague had her nose turned up and was not about to get wet, I gingerly stepped into the growing puddle of water and attempted to locate the water main to turn off the water flow. Then I turned off the power supply (good thing I wasn't electrocuted!). Then I went back to my place to call the company and get them to send back their technician ASAP before I returned to check-out the damage done to the pantry.

It was swimming in a cm of water that was dripping from the wooden cabinets under the sink, but at least I had stopped the water flow by turning it off. What to do next? There wasn't anyone else to clean up the mess since the other colleagues were on leave. The water wouldn't just magically disappear by itself - there's no drainage since it's not a toilet and very little airflow to dry the floor. Besides, it would take ages that way. So how? Get down and dirty la. There I was, for the next hour and a half, alternating between squatting or bending down to mop up the water using a pail and four cloths. Use the cloth to soak up water, wring into pail and repeat for the next 90 minutes. That's like trying to bail water out of a boat with a tin cup, ya know? But eventually, it was dry again.

And while I was toiling in the pantry, what became of the evil stepmother "I'm too good to do a spot of cleaning" colleague? Sitting pretty at her desk drinking orange juice. Didn't even bother to help. Didn't even bother to say thanks for cleaning up. Just ignored it like it didn't happen. Some people... Anyway, let's not talk about upsetting stuff.

So right now all I need to make the story complete is my faithful and loyal sidekicks, a fairy godmother and a Prince Charming. Any volunteers? *wink*

How much are YOU worth?

It's a Friday and I don't have anything much to do today so I decided to take a quiz or two to fill in my time. And being the kay-poh that I am, I wanted to know if I'll make it to the big leagues in my time. So, this is how much I am worth...

Your Life Is Worth...

$920,500

How Much Is Your Life Worth?

Almost a millionaire!

You know you're overly efficient when...

... your guest is a year early for your wedding. This story in MSNBC.com reports that a guy was actually a year early for his buddy's wedding, which was supposed to be held next year. Talk about getting your dates mixed up! Plus the poor guy flew across the Atlantic for the wedding and spent a bomb on his airplane tickets. This will definitely be one experience he'll never forget!

So the lesson to be learned here is: a) Always tell people the full details of your wedding; and b) If you're the guest, double check the date or wait for an official wedding card to arrive!

Happy working Thursday, folks!

Tagged for charity

Kind-hearted angel passed me the baton of this tag with a difference. What's so different about it, I hear you ask? Well, for starters it's not just any tag, it's a tag for charity. Blogger Idham has pledged to donate RM 127.00 to the Darul Izzah Orphanage in Bangi for every tag completed before 26 August 2007. It's so simple, all you need to do is to complete any 17 sentences from the 27 listed below (that's the tag) and drop Idham a comment over at the tag's original page here.

1. A person is only as good as ....................

2. Friendship is always ... a two-way street.

3. To love is to ....................

4. Money makes me ... deliriously happy.

5. I miss ... being free of worries and cares.

6. My way of saying I care is by ... being there for you, no matter what it takes.

7. I try to spread love and happiness by ....................

8. Pick the flowers when ... you need them. And only then.

9. To love someone is to ... love them above your own self.

10. Beauty is ....................

11. When I was thirteen, what I remember the most was ... my first crush on an older guy.

12. When I was twenty one, I remember ....................

13. I am most happy when ....................

14. Nothing makes me happier than ... doing my own thing.

15. If I can change one thing, I will change ... my future.

16. If smiles were ... currency ... then I ... will be rich.

17. Wouldn't it be nice if we could ....................

18. If you want to ... be somebody ... then you have to ... kiss some @$$.

19. Money is not everything but ... you need it to survive.

20. The most touching moments I have experienced is ... when that special someone did something special for me.

21. I smile when ... I'm happy.

22. When I am happy, I ... want to make everyone around me happy as well.

23. If only I don't have to ... work ... then ... everything will be just swell.

24. The best thing I did yesterday was ....................

25. If I ever write a book, I will give it this title, "...................."

26. One thing I must do before I die is ....................

27. Doing this meme, I feel like ... I'm making the world a better place.

Now that I've done my bit, I would like to tag the following people:-
eastcoastlife
a^ben
giddy tiger's Paying It Forward
And anyone else who reads my blog and would like to contribute...

Let's make the world a better place!

Don't let the sun go down on me

Some days you can take on the world. Other days... Today was one of those days.

Anyway, bygones, like John Cage of Ally McBeal would say. I need to move on in life. A setback shouldn't keep me down. So why do I feel so down?

They say what doesn't kill you makes you stronger. Right now I wish that my feelings were deadened so that I wouldn't feel so much.

I am who I am, but I am not the sum total of my experiences. Please do not judge me by where I come from but by what I do.

Sorry if this post does not make any sense. I just needed to vent cryptically ala mistimoo.

Why Perodua service so liddat one?

I typed this entry while I sat in the Perodua service center wondering to myself why the service standard in Malaysia is so bad. I called up three weeks ago to make an appointment to service my car on a Saturday morning. And they told me that an appointment was only available three weeks later, i.e. today. Now I asked for the earliest slot possible, that is at 8.30 am. And I arrived here at 8.20 am. There was a whole horde of people waiting outside the locked doors and I was a bit apprehensive, wondering if they were all here to service their cars. As it turns out, they were. But all without an appointment. So I “check-in” my car and settle down for a wait, which I am accustomed to and don’t mind as long as it is within reason. That’s at 8.40 am, by the way. Now I know for a fact that I am the first person with a confirmed appointment here, because I saw the appointment book. At 9.20 am, my car is still sitting outside in the parking lot and hasn’t been brought in for service yet. So I go to the counter and ask how come my car is still outside there.

Counter staff: Oh, you have to wait your turn, there are other cars being serviced inside.
Me: But I have the first appointment of the day, right?
Counter staff: Yes, but it only means you have a booked slot, not that your car is serviced first.

?!?!?!?!?!?! I thought an appointment for service means you attend to me first. Right? Right?

Finally my car is brought in for service and one hour later, still no sign of it coming out. So at 10.30 am, my mum (who is getting restless because it’s way overdue for them to finish up by now) goes to look around and lo and behold! The car is already ready, but they didn’t let us know. So we were kicking our heels and waiting around for nothing!

Twittering twits and twats

Calling all Twitter users!

Out of the blue, I received an email from Edward Mishaud, a graduate student of LSE, asking if I would participate in his research on the communication phenomenon that is Twitter. Edward is collecting research information by means of a questionnaire for his dissertation, which is to be submitted and published sometime in September, and located me through my Twitter page.

And I thought to myself - So interesting! I get to participate in research. Hehehe. The questionnaire is mainly about how you use Twitter and if you know your friends and followers - nine questions in total, short and sweet. Edward is still looking for Twitterers to complete his questionnaire, so if you'd like to help out (and could spare a few minutes to respond), do drop Edward a line at e.mishaud[at]lse.ac.uk.

No, this is not a sponsored post by Edward, but a community message brought to you by rinnah!

Traffic arteries

Sometimes I wonder if our boys in blue (oops, now they are black and white), the Malaysian police force, have been trained to handle the different aspects of their jobs (if they have been trained at all!). I'm only going to elaborate on one issue that peeves me, because it affects me daily. The traffic cop!

Yes, I know they don't have a glamorous job. It surely isn't easy to be out there in the wee hours of the morning, in the cold air, breathing in the haze and the exhaust fumes of hundreds of vehicles that inch by with frustrated angry drivers giving you dirty looks for just doing your job. And poor them when it rains! Cold, wet, but yet they still have to stand there in their bright yellow raincoats and direct traffic. Yes, I applaud them for doing their job without complaint and I fully agree that they do deserve that raise the government gave them so that they can keep up with the cost of living (and hopefully stop the sub-culture of "cari makan").

BUT... this recent raise has given them so much incentive to do their work well, they came up with this daft idea of trying to manage traffic flow!

Imagine this scenario, if you will. There is a main two-lane highway heading into the city. Along the way, there are several exits / up-ramps that join the highway road from other roads. Naturally, precedence is given to traffic flowing straight on the highway. Traffic joining in from the side roads are supposed to wait their turn as they slowly merge into the stop/go traffic that plagues the mornings. Now, add your friendly Malaysian traffic cop into this picture. What do you get? More traffic. Why?

Our well-meaning traffic cop thinks, "Oh, the traffic from the side road is taking too long to merge into the highway. It will cause backlog and traffic jam there." He has a brilliant brainwave. "I know! Let me STOP traffic on the highway so that the traffic from the side road can smoothly flow onto the highway."

What the... ? And I encounter this situation not one, not two, but THREE times on the way to work. Like hello? Whatever happened to right of way? Or did they not go to driving school? If you stop traffic on the highway for side roads, congestion builds up ON the highway, leading to heavier traffic flow on the highway, which in turn leads to traffic jams backlogged way beyond the point managed by the traffic policeman, which leads to queue jumping, which leads to even more congestion and thus increasing the amount of time actually needed to reach the destination! It's like saying, oh, the blood isn't flowing too smoothly in this little vein. Let me block up the main artery so that it will flow better there.

Thank goodness they are not doctors or surgeons. Or else... *you fill in the blanks*

May the fours be with you

Angel wants to know if I have the fours with me. Methinks she must have mixed up the Force with fours because while I like to think of myself as a Jedi Padawan, I dunno much about fours. But these fours are about me.

With a little four here and a little four there, four here, four there, four everywhere... I'm seeing fours! Fore! *whacks the golf ball*

Okie, enough monkeying around. *grin* Let's getta move on. Four-ward! (OK, bad pun. LOL!)

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Four jobs I have had in my life:
1. Party planner (event organizer)
2. Fee collector (dance school administrator)
3. Stationery guardian (admin assistant)
4. Flower vase (secretary)
(wanna find a new job)

Four places I have lived:
1. My home
2. Kay-Elle
3. Pee-Jay
4. Malaysia
(yes, I'm not a globe trotter yet)

Four places I have been on vacation:
1. Genting Highlands
2. Fraser's Hills
3. Cameron Highlands
4. Bukit Tinggi
(I love cool weather!)

Four of my favorite foods:
1. Pasta
2. Nachos
3. Chicken rice
4. Chocolate (dark bitter please)

Four places you would rather be right now:
1. In bed sleeping
2. Shopping. Anywhere.
3. At Harvard University?
4. At the Ho Kwai Fann resort on a deserted island with other bloggers

Four friends to tag:
1. Ethan Boy's On All Fours!
2. Misha mei mei's colourful quattro
3. Dr. Chen's the Fantastic Four
4. Wennnn

Me-me-me-me-me

Simple American gifted me with this link love tag. I love link love tags because you get to spread the love around and you get (hopefully!) new people visiting your blog. Thanks for spreading the love, SA! So, without further ado, here it is!

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1. Write a short paragraph at the beginning of your post and link back to the blog that put you on the list in the paragraph. This isn't a suggestion. You need to break up the duplicate content. Someone took the time to add you so the least you can do is give them an extra link back.

2. Copy the list of originals below COMPLETELY and add it to your blog. If you would like a different keyword for your blog then change it when you do your post and it should pass to most blogs with that keyword.

3. Take the adds from the blog that added you and place them in the "Originals" list.

4. Add at least 1 new blog that you KNOW is using the DO FOLLOW plugin to the list in the "My Adds" section. (Add no more than 5!) Let the people you've added know, so that they can keep the list going!

My Adds:
Paris Beaverbanks
Narrowband

Originals:
Chinneeq

Giddy Tiger

Huei

Rabbit

Rinnah

Simple America

Niceheart

Ethel

Sanna

The Queer Chef

Shoshana

Leah

Gina

Haze

Ghee

Neng aka Sirena

Angelo

Ju aka The Border aka Juana of Femjo

Tina

Keep the Faith

jsonvlog

Suncoast Scribe

Blogging Kenneth

My 2 Centavos Worth

Manila Mom

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I like this logo!

Pretty nifty, huh? *grin*

L B did this .jpg for THHC™ scores of June posted on his website, but I liked it so much I asked him if he would kindly give me license to use the product of his creative genius as my blogsite logo. He said yes, so ta-dah! this is gonna be my new signature photo. Cool!

For money or for love?

This isn't a rehash of zewt's post about which guy to fear more, but rather a simple question of which you would rather have. And this is the answer I overheard of a conversation between two colleagues:

A: Which would you rather have? Money or your husband?
B: You mad ah? Money of course!
A: Don't you want your husband?
B: No need him la.
A: Don't say like that, after you will regret when you're old and there's no one in your life.
B: So what? If I got money, I can find myself a gigolo.

I happen to know that colleague B's husband is a nice man who looks after the children and the house while she doesn't have to lift a little finger to do anything. And I also know that when he calls her, she has little patience to speak to him and always barks / is curt with him. And in case you're wondering, he is well off enough to afford a nice condo in pricey Mont Kiara area and she drives a big car and wears/uses expensive stuff. And she still wants money over him? *shakes head*

There is a saying that goes - Out of the desires of the heart, the mouth speaketh. Maybe that's what she truly wants. You may call me idealist but I believe that marriage is for life. It's not something to play around with. I'm not so idealist as to think that there won't be problems along the way, but I do think that if both parties really want to they can work it out.

So as for colleague B, I dunno what to say except use her own words... You mad ah?

Odd spin cycle

I have lots bottled up inside of me that I want to blog about, but I don't know where to begin and what to write about. Mind blogging isn't helping at the moment because it's all going round and round inside my head just like a washing machine spin cycle. (Yes, that was a pun on my new blog title. Didcha geddit? LOL!) Bits of disjointed thoughts are floating around inside my head and I'm not sure if I want to put them down. Maybe I will, maybe I won't. Decisions, decisions! My to-do lists are as many and much longer than l b's tick tock lists.

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I had itchy hands over the weekend and wanted to prettify my blog by uploading a picture for my blog header. I got it uploaded, but it wouldn't centralize no matter how I cropped it, stretching beyond the sidebar. Gahhhh! Anyone know how to make Blogger obey my commands short of getting a genie in a bottle? If I can't even get the header to obey my instructions, no way I'd touch XHTML or CSS without a detailed instruction manual.

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If you read the news last week you might have noticed an article on the murder-suicide of a wrestler's family. That wrestler was Chris Benoit. He was definitely one of my favorite wrestlers because he was never over-the-top showy like others, instead preferring to get in the ring and do his job - getting a beating and doling out a bashing. I can't say for sure he did commit the murder of his wife and son or he didn't, but one thing's for sure, I'll miss the Rabid Wolverine / Canadian Crippler.

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Good people do exist in the world after all. Remember this blogpost about a horrid rude guy who stole my parking space? Well, on Sunday I was back in 1Utama again and searching for parking space when along came this splendid uncle and his family. He must have seen my forlorn face staring at him hopefully through the window, because he motioned with his hand that he was parked just ahead. And in a deja-vu experience from last week, a silver Kelisa came screeching up from behind, overtook my car and nudged in between me and the nice uncle, just waiting to steal my parking space again. But... guess what the uncle did? He stopped in his tracks, and waved at me to come over to where he was standing, effectively reserving his parking space for me! So nice of him, hor? I'll publish his license plate number too (no picture because I wasn't out of the car yet) - WAD 1, a creamy white Odyssey, I think. As for the nasty Kelisa driver, as I walked away from the parked car, I saw him do an illegal u-turn and "face-off" with a car in the correct direction for another parking space. Needless to say, because he was so aggressive, the other car backed down. A real samseng character!

Your mid-year report card is here!

I was inspired to style this month's THHC scores in the form of a school report card by Misha mei mei, who posted her report card here for us all to see. So, here are our excellent students' scores in the fine art of chupping and earning their gold star hugs for the month of June...

Heading the top of the class is none other than kyh, the student who never sleeps, with a whopping total of 57 hug hug points!!! How he does it with minimal sleep, no one knows. Even dial-up couldn't slow him down, but maybe the beginning of his first semester at USM will?

In second place is our Aussie exchange student, little miss may, with a decent showing of 30 hug hug points!! Although she claims to have slowed down her routine of chupping, it seems like the stars shine on her and she gets the hug hug points everywhere she goes.

Rounding off the top three we have the master of chups and hugs (but still claiming to be forever young young) and a continuous student of the fine arts, l b with 20 hug hug points! No chup is too impossible for him, no hug left unclaimed. Truly a sensei! *bows*

Other international students who are slowly but surely practising their YAATTAAAs and kungfu chups this month are:-

4th - paris beaverbanks with 17 hug hug points
5th - A tie between leonard and misha with 15 hug hug points each
6th - Another tie here with two pretty ladies, angel and cutiepie with 12 hug hug points each
7th - zewt with 11 hug hug points
8th - And another tie between two lovely ladies, wennnn and giddy tiger with 10 hug hug points each
9th - sengkor with 5 hug hug points
10th - chen with 4 hug hug points
11th - winn with 3 hug hug points
12th - simple american with 2 hug hug points
13th - And to wrap it up with a three way tug-o-war between darlene, a^ben and narrowband with 1 hug hug point each

If you're feeling like joining our international students in understanding the fine art form of the chup and the success of the hug, please find your schooling prospectus and syllabus here.

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So fast the time flies and we're already heading into the second half of the year! *pweeeeeet* It's half-time break for l b as he comes back to Malaysia for his vacation and for mishmish as she enjoys her summer holidays... kyh has gone to start his first semester of university life and narrowband joins the merry world of slaves. For the rest of us, the game of life continues. YAATTAAA!!!

p.s. I have lots to blog... but not enough time to write. Boohoo!