Random Night, Random Surprise

We were sending each other emails about having a dim sum breakfast with Kevin. I don't know what happened but that plan pretty much flew out the window when Joyce started talking about clubbing. One thing led to another and we found ourselves at Zouk on a Saturday night...and it was a tequila frenzy from then on.

A total of 5 drinks and 33 shots later, everyone was ready to let loose. And the amazing part was, i came home and realised the next day that i did not even bother checking out a single guy! Which is a major shocker if you know me well enough. It was a girlfriends' night out indeed. Okay, that kinda sounded like i'm a lesbian. Anyhoo...





I couldn't have asked for a better bunch of girlies to go crazy with. A toast to tequila shot #34 in the coming months! And thank you for screaming with me! *Wink*

This May Be My Period Talking

I never like to keep my feelings a secret because to bottle up everything is not healthy. Which is why i am so darn annoyed at you. Of course, you are not the one to blame because it is me who cannot find the courage to speak my mind and to tell you how i really feel about you.

Sometimes i wonder, would things be different if i had a little more guts? But that is basically where i stop every single time. I leave myself to wonder 'what if'.

I guess i don't really want to tell you because deep down, i know the answer is not going to be something i want to hear. Plus, i am scared that things will deteriorate from then on and being able to see you but not say hi to you would really suck balls.

I know i think too much. I really try to not be that way but every time you are involved, i just become like that. You have that effect on me because you are someone i like. Someone i actually give a rat's ass about. Someone who is one of the few in the past years who can make me feel this way. Someone whose attitude attracted me way before the looks (which is very rare in my case).

Argh, if only i can just go up to you and say, "Ding dong, i like you lah. Now please give me a chance and like me back."

Lord, Have Mercy On You

I came to work on the 8th wearing a crucifix and a pendant of Mother Mary.

I knew this was the day that the fools who were supposedly 'fighting for God' would gather to protest the usage of the word Allah by non-Muslims. I knew there was going to be drama (these sore losers seem to be very good at it). But i also knew that come rain or shine, i am proud of being a Catholic and would not let these fools force me into thinking otherwise.

What i didn't expect though, was to read about the burning of a church first thing in the morning. And then three more by the time i leave for the weekend.

What religion would condone such acts? No Allah or Buddha or Lord Shiva or Jesus would say that it's okay to perform harmful acts towards others or their place of worship. I was disgusted at the state that some rotten apples in this country have become.

About 4pm, i heard that the fools have begun to smash windows of cars with rosaries or crucifix in it. Turned out though, that this was just a rumour because the cops couldn't find any such car. People started pointing fingers at the government, saying that this whole issue is a part of their big plan to misuse power and gain more control over the country. Political drama or no, it is wrong.

Someone then told me that we should save all our money and leave this country for good because it is eventually going to the dogs. I then passed this on to another person and this person said something which made sense. "No, we shouldn't leave. We should stay and fight."

While i don't think anyone should retaliate by burning mosques (we don't need to stoop so low to prove a point), we should join forces and prove that even in these testing times, we as Christians have the faith and willpower to remain strong and survive this uncalled-for war.

Apparently, the total damage is now up to 10 churches. Well fools, do all the damage you want because a church is at the end of the day, a building. The real church lives within our hearts and no amount of molotov cocktails or whatsoever would be able to burn that down.

And in the middle of the day, i stumbled upon a beautiful message on Twitter courtesy of @Beckerzville regarding this hoohah:

"You came into our church, desecrated our Holy Host and lived to write about it and all we did was feel sorry for your ass. Why? That's faith."

Fools, i wish you good luck when your time comes to leave this world. Trust me, you're going to need lots of it in that final destination of yours.

My Boss Is Not From Hell

Me: You lah, talk so long! Or else i could have went to sit with him.
Editor: Where is he?
Me: He left lah.
Editor: Why didn't you tell me?
Me: How to tell you? Other people were here lah.
Editor: Aiyoh! Give me a nudge lah. Don't be so selfish next time. I want to know who is he! Now i know where your mind really is during meetings! [Laughs]

My boss is so awesome, i can talk to her about things that people don't normally talk to their bosses about. And i also recently found out that she thinks Mark Wahlberg is mighty fine too. Finally, someone who agrees with me!

After hearing so many stories about bosses from hell, i'm glad i don't have to experience it. Which also makes it all the more difficult for me to leave in the future. Can i take my boss with me to whatever my new job may be?

You Say Devil's Curry, We Say Debal Curry

Since 24 hours is way too short for Christmas, we decide to extend the party to a three-day-long Christmas frenzy in another state: Malacca!

Everything about Malacca is so old - the buildings, the tradition, right down to the locals who patronise Jonker Walk at night to listen to Chinese uncles and aunties rock out on the public karaoke machine. The chicken rice restaurant that we went to for lunch is so old, it doesn't even come with a complete set of roof! And the church we went to? It was built in friggin 1710!

And the state is so old-fashioned, i even got reunited with the Daubers, Stones, Fillets, Tacks and other Happy Family. So happy! Along with tali getah and teng-teng, it is one of my favourite-est childhood game. Anyone up for some old school fun?

Evening was spent basking in the beauty of Christmas lights with fellow Eurasians at the Portuguese Settlement. Everything's so pretty there during Christmas. Imagine 90% of the neighbourhood covered in colourful lights (even ordinary bushes) and gorgeous deco, with most of the people understanding Christmas as the birth of our Lord and not merely a public holiday when people give gifts.

And guess what? Thanks to my aunt's keh-po-chi-ness, we found a fellow Spykerman: my grandfather's cousin! Woo hoo! I'm so psyched to head back there again to officially say hello and extend the family circle!

Except for the yummy brinjal at the Portuguese Settlement, I still don't think Malacca (or Penang for that matter) is a food haven. Whatever they have there, we have in KL. It's just the whole shebang about it being a foodie's joint that is making everyone think they've got good food there. So overrated. And have you tried driving in Malacca? Darn roads are so confusing. Most of them only go one way! You can get from A to B easily. But to return from B to A, you first have to pass C, D, E, F and G.

Thank God for the company!