Actually, I have almost posted a masterpiece in here when it failed being saved. Bummer! It was about what I think of the lies that we have in relationships, when i was discussing with my friend, ghostpirate.
Anyway, I'll get back to that topic when I have the mood. And right now, gua bosan gilerrr nih.
I tried paintball for the first time 2 weekends ago, with taichee and several other guys from work. This training is for the upcoming games for the ministry of cool people. As always, I am such a chicken shit for any games that can cause me pain. Somebody told me people get bruises when hit by the biji peluru that contain paint, so I wore a long sleeve shirt with a thick t-shirt outside. and Jeans and a baggy track bottom to cover my legs. Giler babas tebal. Campur sekali dengan vest dia and a mask that made me sound like Darth Vader whenever I breathe.
During the war (sorry la gua gagal la term² nak pakai) my feet were glued to the ground behind the tyres yg konon nye fortress and i just couldnt move away. Ye laa...patutnye, gerak la gi sembunyi belakang tyre lain and tembakla kat org...but I didnt not. Nasib baik I was a sharp shooter....from the practice I had from Half Life and Time Crisis ... Hehe. Nevermind I was laughed at, but i had fun....and sweat like a pig. Here's a pic when I was the last women standing. if at the time I realized I was the only one I left, I would be hysterical and tembak diri sendiri.
(Tak boleh nak upload pulakkk)
The link to the pics ....... http://accordiatnd.fotopages.com/
Monday, November 27, 2006
Wednesday, November 22, 2006
Reading with a non smelly feet pointing at me
Last Sunday, I flew to Langkawi to attend a meeting on freaking friction materials of brake pad. I have this habit that I must read whenever that I travel. I will read in car or wherever coz I just cant stand the boredom of traveling. Unless it is to a new place, or if I have friends traveling with me, tu OK la. So there's always a new book that i bought when i go outstations.
So in KLIA, while browsing for books in the bookstore I heard my name being called over the airport speaker. I was too engrossed until I lost track of time. Huahuahua. Panic giler but I wondered if anyone there that heard my name are the people that know me....or maybe to any good looking strangers, a thought crossed their mind, such as 'Who is this SF..?? Must be pretty..' Heheh. So if you happened to be there in KLIA on Sunday 19th Nov at 10.45 am and heard the announcement, that's for me. Eheh. Anyway, I did purchase a book, 'Princess', and ran gracefully to the departing gate, thanking that I didnt wear my high heels. Phew!
At the gate, the steward said a remark that I didnt quite get and dont know the relevance watsoever. He said 'SIRIM Boleh'. Duhh... they ought to go for a kursus to upgrade their sense of humor.
The plane was full of orang puteh. I was not in the mood of being friendly and didnt chat with them, so I didnt know where they were from. Definitely not from US, UK or Aussie or even France coz their language is not familiar (I later realized that the only non-orang puteh was myself and the next person that sat next to me, an Indian) My seat was the last row, next to the window, 27F, next to the loo.
Anyway, when I reached the last row, I saw an Indian man already fast asleep at the window seat (mine). The stewardess woke him up. He got up and make way for me. That's fine with me. But when I sat down, his kasut was left behind beneath my seat. I think it was rather gross but tak kisah la. As I said before, his seat was next to me, but after seconds of settling down, he was already fast asleep and snoring so loud! Tak malu betul... and the worse part, he brought one leg up on his other leg and pointed his bare fit towards me. I can see all the calluses and cracks. Yuck! Luckily for me, there were no smell! Or i would have demanded him to wear his shoes and spray foot perfume. I think MAS should have a bottle of that in their carrier. I refused to be stressful over it and kept myself engrossed in my new book until i reach Langkawi.
I was thinking, there are still Malaysians that have no sense of manners. They just dont care of what other people think. But later I saw him with his family, wearing saree and heavily perfumed and their hair braided (tochang). Something about them just tells me that they are not locals. So i take back of the bad thoughts, realizing different countries, different cultures maa...
So in KLIA, while browsing for books in the bookstore I heard my name being called over the airport speaker. I was too engrossed until I lost track of time. Huahuahua. Panic giler but I wondered if anyone there that heard my name are the people that know me....or maybe to any good looking strangers, a thought crossed their mind, such as 'Who is this SF..?? Must be pretty..' Heheh. So if you happened to be there in KLIA on Sunday 19th Nov at 10.45 am and heard the announcement, that's for me. Eheh. Anyway, I did purchase a book, 'Princess', and ran gracefully to the departing gate, thanking that I didnt wear my high heels. Phew!
At the gate, the steward said a remark that I didnt quite get and dont know the relevance watsoever. He said 'SIRIM Boleh'. Duhh... they ought to go for a kursus to upgrade their sense of humor.
The plane was full of orang puteh. I was not in the mood of being friendly and didnt chat with them, so I didnt know where they were from. Definitely not from US, UK or Aussie or even France coz their language is not familiar (I later realized that the only non-orang puteh was myself and the next person that sat next to me, an Indian) My seat was the last row, next to the window, 27F, next to the loo.
Anyway, when I reached the last row, I saw an Indian man already fast asleep at the window seat (mine). The stewardess woke him up. He got up and make way for me. That's fine with me. But when I sat down, his kasut was left behind beneath my seat. I think it was rather gross but tak kisah la. As I said before, his seat was next to me, but after seconds of settling down, he was already fast asleep and snoring so loud! Tak malu betul... and the worse part, he brought one leg up on his other leg and pointed his bare fit towards me. I can see all the calluses and cracks. Yuck! Luckily for me, there were no smell! Or i would have demanded him to wear his shoes and spray foot perfume. I think MAS should have a bottle of that in their carrier. I refused to be stressful over it and kept myself engrossed in my new book until i reach Langkawi.
I was thinking, there are still Malaysians that have no sense of manners. They just dont care of what other people think. But later I saw him with his family, wearing saree and heavily perfumed and their hair braided (tochang). Something about them just tells me that they are not locals. So i take back of the bad thoughts, realizing different countries, different cultures maa...
Thursday, November 16, 2006
Here goes.....
My first entry. My million thanks to Ms. Taichee for having the time and patience to layan me and set up my blog. Been meaning to have one for a long time but never had the time. I know i need to write. I've seen so many things that I dont want to forget. Weh apsal bunyi cam formal hah? Aku tak tau aaa....
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