Lucifer's Playground, Otherwise Also Known As "The Wonderful World Of Politics"

   Politicians do not get enough credit.

   No, no. Seriously.

   They are very creative and talented.

   They need to be, though.

   Creativity to create lies to the public while maintaining the 'good guy' persona. Talent to cover their asses should they ever find themselves involved in a scandal.

   Ah, yes.

   Politicians do not get enough credit.

   Let's have a big round of applause to all politicians.

P/S To all the politicians out there who are really honest and uncorrupted [if such people exist], I salute you.

P/P/S Whatever happened to Max Factor? Do they still sell them in Malaysia? I want the mascara!

Celebrity Rap Superstar

Am in bed, feeling lazy. So what else is new, right? Trying to talk myself into getting out to Plaza Damas and hitting the Times Warehouse Sale - again. I mean, the daily RM1 specials are AMAZING. Fab books for only RM1? Yes, please!

Anyway, while this fascinating internal dialogue of "let's-go-buy-books-but-oh-I-have-to-valet-park-again-because-I-suck-at-parking, etc., etc.," is going on, I thought I'd flip on the tv. Good thing too because "Celebrity Rap Superstar" is on MTV.

It's absolutely hilarious. Kendra Wilkinson from "The Girls Next Door" is on this show. I used to watch that show back in Swansea. [Of course, there's no way Malaysia's going to air shows about the girls in the Playboy Mansion! I mean, even AVRIL is TOO SEXY, apparently.]

Anyway, I loved Kendra on that show, so am rooting for her. She's hysterical. It's amazing how much I love watching erm... not-exactly-mentally-stimulating shows. But they're so entertaining. Ah, well. One of my guilty pleasures, along with Mars ice-cream and a million other things.

How To: According To The Wonderful World Of Google

I was missing one of my favourite sandwiches, which was mozzarella, green pesto and sun-dried tomatoes in a toasted pannini [panini?]. Yum. I haven't had one of those in years... definitely not since I came back, anyway. Why? Because they're so DAME EXXY. Mozzarella alone costs a lot, never mind the pesto, tomatoes, etc. Urgh. I used to just run down to Tesco [by run down, I mean I walked to the bus stop and got on a bus to town, where I would get off and walk slowly down to Tesco], and get the ingredients. But now, it's like... ohmygosh, am I really willing to pay RM50++++ for a SANDWICH? *sigh*

*lol* You're probably wondering what do sandwiches have to do with the title of this blog, right? Well, here it is. Since I was missing my sandwich, I decided to google 'how to make sun dried tomatoes.' I did find instructions on how to make my own sun-dried tomatoes, but it takes more than 10 hours! 10-24 hours in an oven, to be exact. Erm... am I supposed to wait by the oven for that long? Yish. Can someone make one for me, pretty please please please?

On that track, I thought it would be fun to google 'how to

make boys like you' [well, I was going to google a lemon and orange cake recipe but I was already depressed about the tomatoes, so I didn't see why I should upset myself further], and actually got a hit. *major lol* How high school!

So, according to wikiHow.com, the first step is to LIKE YOURSELF. Followed by, GET HIS ATTENTION. After you accomplish step 2, you are then to CRACK A JOKE. Step 4 is to DO THINGS TOGETHER and the final step is to BE PATIENT. Very good advice, actually. I've told my friends almost exactly the same things and have also had the same things said to me.

But really, at the end of the day, we're all individuals so I think we should just go with what feels right. [I'm feeling so Carrie Bradshaw-ish right now, minus the Blahniks and Choos.] I think I'm going to google 'how to have fabulous hair every day' next.

P/S Gotta love google!

Psssssstttt...

So, A likes H but doesn't think H likes her. A decided to just leave that one be as H is quite a good friend of hers. On the other hand, K really, really likes A, but A isn't sure. Sure A likes K just fine, more than just fine actually, but A isn't sure she's physically attracted to K. 

The other day, D was on the way home from an unsuccessful shopping trip when a maniac in a van swerved into her lane out of nowhere. Luckily, D managed to swerve and brake in time. She is NOT please about that little incident, needless to say.

A [a different A from paragraph 1's A] is afraid that D might be angry at him. She is, or rather, was. But A needn't worry - D completely hearts him. She would forgive A for [almost] anything. After giving A a right walloping, of course.

Then, B needs to go to this particular shopping mall, but doesn't want to go alone. She is looking for a specific necklace and has tried 3 different branches of the jewellery store, but apparently only that one store has it. *sigh* Who wants to go with B?

Wedding bells are in the air, making a few girls go la-la. The 'bridal flu' is extremely infectious and is passed to others simply by talking about engagements and weddings. A [again, a different A from the previous paragraphs] and I will be getting engaged at the end of the month. This news, of course, leaves I's friends wondering when it will be their turn.

Hell Hath No Fury Like... A Woman Scorned [Wronged]

When you tell me you'll call, or text, I will wait. So don't be surprised that I'll get angry at you when you don't. Trust me, I'm not overreacting. The reason for the anger goes beyond the fact that you forgot to call or get in touch. If you can't even keep a simple promise to call, how can I expect you to keep your other promises? Also, when you forget to keep in touch with me, I always think it's because you forgot about me. And how dare you forget about me when I'm thinking about you all the time?

When you drive like an F1 driver, and I get angry, it's not because I'm being boring. It's because you're being reckless with something so precious: your life. Is your life really worth a few minutes of speed-filled fun?

When you keep me waiting, for whatever reason other than a family-related reason, it's not a nice feeling. When you cancel on me to go out with your friends, it makes me feel like crap. And I shouldn't feel that way with you. I should be feeling like I'm the most important person [apart from your family] to you.

When you get angry at me, for getting angry at you, what's that all about? I had a legitimate reason for the anger. What's yours? Because I care too much?

When you know you're going to be later then you said you would be, CALL me. Don't keep me waiting like an a*s. Or make me worry over nothing. And please, please, please don't use that lame excuse "Oh, even if I called you, you'd still be angry anyway." That is NOT the point. Using that stupid excuse will just make me angrier.

When you hurt me, my gosh, do you hurt me. You have no idea how much you can hurt me. So please, think carefully next time about your choice of words. I'm all for openness and directness in a relationship, but at least extend me the same courtesy I show for you.

When I call you and I am upset about something, "Oh, that happens. Get used to it," is NOT an acceptable response. If I wanted to hear that, I'd call my mother. I want to be comforted. What I don't want is to feel even worse that I already am. On that note, you would really let me hang up the phone or you hang up the phone on me when I'm upset?

Note: This is not specifically aimed at one guy. This is for all the guys out there. Treat your girlfriend/wife/partner like the princess/queen that she is. Or, you just might lose her.

Based on conversations with various girl friends.

Silly Musings... With Serious and Not-So-Serious Historical Significance

   Why was Humpty Dumpty sitting on the wall? 

   Why did Sukey take the kettle off again and again?

   Why did Georgie Porgie run away when the boys came out to play?

   Why was the baby on the treetop?

   Why did the three blind mice run after the farmer's wife?

   Why does the weasel go 'pop'?

   Why, oh, why?

   

   

                                                                                  

The P.R.o.B.L.e.M.

Sometimes he hurts me. Sometimes he makes me cry. Sometimes I want to strangle him. Sometimes I want to run away from him.


The problem? At all times, I love him.

A-hah!; Or 'The Lightbulb Moment'

I'll be turning 26 in November, 2008. I've passed the quarter-of-a-century mark [urgghh!]. I know, I know, 26 is still young. It's only the mid-twenties. I still have my energy [said energy is usually used up for shopping trips or lazing about, but still], my right to watch cartoons and my right to shout at politicians on the news. All in all, it's pretty much all gewd [it kills me to misspell a word on purpose, but it has to be pronounced that way for the purpose of that particular line].

Now, I'm 25 plus plus and I'm still waiting for my big a-hah moment. The moment when everything clicks into place. I have had a few minor yes moments, like the time I was looking up universities online. I saw the photo of the university that would later be the one I ended up going to and just knew that it was the one. So now my student days are behind me, and I'm waiting for the yes moment when looking up jobs. Oh, I actually did have a major yes moment when I decided that nothing but a career in writing would ever make me happy, job-wise. I may have to reconsider that. Hmmm...


Oh, yes. When I've been out shopping, I have experienced many, many, many ooohs and aaahs moments upon discovering the perfect pair of earrings [turns out that there is no such thing as I find a perfect pair every time I hit the shops], or the perfect pair of shoes [again, no such thing]. [Maybe I'm just a shopaholic looking for an excuse to buy, buy, buy?] But those are just superficial zings of joy.


I want that yes-I-love-my-life-my-life-is-so-perfect-I'm-so-happy-don't-you-just-hate-me buzz that lasts and lasts. *laugh* I do love my life, I think it's great. I have a wonderful family, an amazing man, great friends, but there is still something missing. I know it's missing because I'm still looking. When, oh, when am I going to find it?