He turns me... ON!

For an average person like me, being loved is so superficial that it is hardly can be reached by my bare hand. Seriously it is hard and somehow, I think of it too many times and tire my soul out, eventually. It is something like hide and seek game, the more you look for someone, the tiring you get. And apparently, I am so tired.

I've been scheduled to attend a conference that will be held at Holiday Inn, Glenmarie regarding energy saving by the usage of air conditioner - tentatively tomorow. I haven't browse through yet the tentative but it seems like I have no (or less) interest in attending such seminar (or conference whichever applicable) as I have a quite established job in my company (though the fact they always pay my wages extensively late) and I think of having those certificates won't do me any better. I'm an old woman. I'll become septuagenarian soon. My skin is moving downwards parallel to the gravity force. My hair is getting greyer day by day and I'm not fancy in coloring them. My flesh is getting rot and my heart starts to beat slower. My lung is so old that it can't filter the air that I breathe. I am an old bitch.

I am an old bitch/hooker. At least, give me a chance to taste how does it feel like to have a boyfriend, once if not many. I might sound pathetic but the fact I am pathetic is always intrigue me. At least, my bank accounts are blossoming with money. At least I have cars while you that called me pathetic - DON'T. At least I have my own fully-paid three-storey house while you still struggling on paying the rental.

My life is established enough. But my life isn't that colorful as anyone else. I need a boyfriend.

And lately, he turns me ON.

And he said, I turned him OFF.

WTF!

What You Have In Your Mind, Currently

So, last weekend was a success to my predomination of business world where I could possibly reign my place on top of the food chain. Nah.. I'm kidding there's nothing as such. Last weekend was a catastrophic disaster to my life schedule - ruptured and fell down to earth. I thought it is going to be unobstructed, smooth flowing and generally better perspective for the next two weeks I've planned, but it turns out fucking hillarious yet disastrous. Stupid me.

These few weeks, I've been blog hopping on a few blogs which I think, they are great. I've stumbled upon Bakri Musa's blog (he is apparently a surgeon and doing his practice in CA, USA), Lim Kit Siang's, Jalak Lenteng's, the insanely retarded Ayaq Masak, Fiebie's et cetera. They are totally awesome bloggers which in my opinion, having their own style. One of my favorite would be the Idiot Behind the Iron Mask - Wan Zafran. His presence in this blogging world (he's using his own registered domain, mind you) might intimidate other bloggers. He is hillarious.

If you having a lot of free time, feel free to hop on this blog: Amir Hafizi. He currently doing freelance jobs and was a journalist/photographer at the Malay Mail. He has a great insight into nowadays political issues (cynical way) and many many harsh words too. I love him.

I said, I am more political (in my senses, yes) in my previous post. I'll show you how much political I am.. Just tunggu. Hiks

I am more political, these days

More updates later.

I Favor The Perishers, Currently

Just want all of you guys to experience on listening to this band - The Perishers. I just think they are as good as what I've been expecting lately.

What makes us think that we are perfect

Being no one but an ordinary human, I always came across my mind what makes me think that I am perfect, immaculate and flawlessly made. And what makes me being so judgmental about everybody that I jumped onto my own conclusion for any decision made by others. I am no one. I have no rights whatsoever to be that unaligned.

I’ve tried to think what makes us think that we are perfect and I’ve listed down here, based on my opinions.

i- You drive a brand new Mercedes C300 and super stylish SsangYong Rexton while the others have no cars to be bragged.
ii- Your dad’s old Mercedes has this sunroof and by touching it, the mechanics of sliding of that roof might be altered. And you are so pissed off when people tried to have a little sensory touch on it because you think those people are stupid because they don’t have cars with sunroof.
iii- You think you are so up-to-date with your shiny PDA and the others only possess rusted old phones. You never know that cool gadgets meant to be for cool guys. You aren’t cool.
iv- You become uncontrollable out of sane when you’ve found out your next-best-friend has this brand new shop-smelled Calvin Klein jean because all this while you thought your friend is so ruined that he can’t even own any.
v- You curse the driver who leads you in the front with harsh words because you think you are far more ethical driver.
vi- You big-mouthing about your roommate when you yourself do not sponge down saucers when you’ve finished eating.
vii- You cannot stand with others’ taste of music because you think you are so in the stream with the current music flows.
viii- You vomit when you snuffle others’ body odor because you spray your entire torso with Escada Island Kiss.
ix- You talk at the back about your friend room’s condition because your belongings are scattered like hell.
x- You list everything concerning everybody when you don’t realize that you are thinking you are PERFECT.