My Blog: A Review

Hello.

Am having a sudden attack of blogging recently. Not that the quality of my entries have been getting any better, quite the opposite really, but at least I'm doing more than one entry in a year. Readers, rejoice.

But.

Had a lovely lunch date with a couple of clients (and if you are reading this, Y, yes, I mean YOU) and she badgered me for my blog URL. I immediately went into a spasm of uncertainty and embarrassment. Simply because, until now, I haven't really realised how *public* all my writings have been. Sure, it's been out there on the web for a couple of years now, but honestly, who on earth would ever stumble upon this little blade of grass in an entire savannah full of blogs/vlogs/porn websites and other web acreage?

And so I find myself trawling through my posts (all 20 of them) since Nov 2004, making sure that there's nothing too indecent/inflammatory/insulting in here. Am quite safe so far. I think.

But here's the point I'm trying to make. From November 2004 to March 2007, there were things in my life that were turned over, twisted, broken down, built up and wrung out and almost nothing got blogged. When the very reason I started this blog was as a sort of diary (aaarggg) of personal expression. So my resolution (starting today. Or this week. Or v soon, really) is to faithfully document all upheavals and miracles, agitations and annoyances, loves and losses and lamentations in this psychotic roller-coaster called My Life.

Gentle readers, you have been warned.


Mood: Insane and slightly Spastic but Happy

300. Watch. It.

Caught this at a premier Tues nite (Thankyou thankyou SY for bullying me into going! HUGS).

It is AWESOME.

And there is some SERIOUS eye-candy going on there. Girlfriends, remember to bring eye drops because you won't want to BLINK.

But pleasepleaseplease don't nitpick about historical accuracy. It is an excellent movie in its own right, references to the original movie notwithstanding.

Enjoy.

Mood: Wow

Did You Feel It?

Tremors! I felt tremors!

I also feel like an extra in that 1990 Kevin Bacon movie!

But seriously.

About 15 minutes ago, I was happily ensconced in my cubicle in the corner of Menara Axis when my chair started to sway back and forth. I immediately assumed it was due to some sort of heavy vehicle passing by below (which, in hindsight, is kinda silly as I am about 9 stories above the ground) but when it went on longer than normal, my medulla oblongata (or whichever bit of neural ganglia it is that controls my fight/flight responses) went "Hello. EARTHQUAKE!". And received no response from the rest of my body. As usual. I swear, if I were an impala in the wilds of the Serengeti, I'd be eaten before my first birthday.

Looking across my cubicle I met the fascinated and slightly surprised gaze of my colleague, and then some excited yelling went on.

"Did you feel that?"
"Yes! Did you feel that?"
"Yes!"

and so on and so forth.

And now, we've decided to evacuate the building. Not because it's unsafe or that we're in fear for our lives, but because we wanna go home early and need no other excuse.

Peace, all.


http://news.ninemsn.com.au/article.aspx?id=252981


Mood: Hmmmm

My Seduction Style (Whistle whistle, hoot hoot)

Mood: Hmmmm

Why? The Finale

Ok.

This is gonna be the very last word on this. I promise.

The weekend was marvelous. We canoodled and cuddled the days away. Sort of. He said something unbearably sweet also - once, when arguing (as usual) about some inane thing or other, I suddenly blurted out, "I wasn't born your girlfriend, you know!"

To which he paused, and answered in the most matter-of-fact way, "Of course you were." And therein is the key.

I am so caught up with the whys and the wherefores and the is-this-gonna-work-40-years-from-now that I don't acknowledge the fact that for some strange, indefinable reason, my soul thinks that This Guy Is It. And this guy thinks so too. It's truly bizarre.

But I have learned to live with it and go with the flow (I hope). Accept this decision, and for God's sake TRUST someone, once in a while. Trust that the BF knows his own heart and mind and that my own heart and mind know what they're doing.

So let's see what happens.

'Nuff said.


Mood: Possibly In Love

Why? Part II

Sorry for of spazzing out there in my previous post. But if you've got a beef with that, then please refer to Blog Title.

The fact of the matter is, that the BF and I have taken a step backward in our relationship. Which was probably inevitable since we sort of teleported from point A(saying hello) to point K(sharing shampoo) within the first 2 weeks of our meeting.

AND I caught him IMing a female last night.

Which is an unremarkable situation in itself, except for the fact that that female's IM photo showed her NUDE from the waist up.

WTF.

And, like the good little gf I am, I calmly asked him what the deal was with the chick. He hemmed and hawed, and told a pitiful lie. I swear, sometimes the boy thinks I'm a complete idiot.

I think he is unaware of just how to deal with another living breathing human being in a committed relationship. I didn't know how to impress upon him the fact that this was just WRONG beyond words, so I sent him a gazillion links about how Cybersex Is Cheating.

I hope he gets it.

Or, I could just put this relationship out of its misery.

Mood: Hmmmmm

Why?

This is not the best time to do it.

I've got about 10 minutes before D picks me up for a late nite supper, one eye is blinking madly (damn the contacts) and my Technical Director is out there waiting for me to go home so he can lock the office up.

And yet.

The questions come flying. Just one question, really, but the permutations and the possibilities arising out of that one word are endless.

Why?

Why this blog?

Why am I here?

Why am I working so late at nite, when The BF is out working late too and all I really should do is go home like a good girl and curl up with a nice book or another episode of the Gilmore Girls?

D's calling. I gotta go.

Mood: Bleh

Monty Python Halo

LMAO LMAO LMAO /dies

Attack of the Blogger's Block

Aaaaarggg.

There comes a time in every writer's life, when she (or he or it) feels the compulsion to create, to bring forth pithy, eloquent and profound thoughts from her (or his or its) seething brain. To astound one and all who read this storm of words and change the world.

This, dear readers(all 3 of you), is not it.

Mood: Bleh

KEWTE!

The only use for a Mac



This is too cute for words.

New obsession: Cute and funny videos!

Enjoy.

Jedi Breakfast

BWAAAAAAAAAAA HA HA HA HA

What else can I say?

Did You Miss Me?

Errr.



Yes. I admit it.

I was kidnapped by aliens. Who performed unspeakable atrocities on my helpless body.

Don't ask. I said it was unspeakable, you freaks!

Ahem.

A lot of things have happened to me in the past year (yes, it's been a year, not like anyone's noticed).



Mood: Ashamed, Embarassed and Thoroughly Mortified

Otis You Have Disappointed Me

Erm, WTF?

In a multi-languaged(is that even a word?) country like Malaysia, what's the percentage of people actually UNDERSTANDING what those buttons mean? My first language is English, and I had problems.Aaaarggg.

By the way, this is what they mean:

Warning! If you're the type that'll look over another person's shoulder and do their crosswords, stop reading now. I bet you'll want to figure it out for yourself.


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ARM = Alarm
ECB = Emergency Call Button
DOB = NOT Date of Birth(duh) but Door Open Button
DCB = Door Close Button.

I repeat, WTF???

Mood: Slightly Duh

My Eyes Are Like Hot Coals Burning Thru My Brain

Have yet to recover from a long nite of pool, beer and karaoke. Aaargg. Not that I didn't have any fun (quite the contrary) but after a hard week of AsiaWork's Advance Course(more on this later), I am *this* close (imagine my thumb and index finger about 2mm apart) to taking a week off and just going home to sleeeeeeep ...

And I don't even like beer. Damn.

Mood: Stupidly sleepy

Errrr...

Mood: Speechless

Erm. I dunno. If I were a man, it would freak me out.

Body Language Through Internet Messaging

What does it mean when a guy threatens violence all the time? Enter into evidence, Exhibit #1 - an IM conv between an acquaintance (hereafter referred to as GoatBonker to protect his identity) and Yours Truly:

[15:22] goatbonker: >:D<
[15:28] darkthalia: :D
[15:28] darkthalia: is that a hug? awwwww ...
[15:30] goatbonker: bear hug
[15:30] goatbonker: *grab ur ass*
[15:31] darkthalia: LMAO *slaps ur hand away and knees u in the family jewels*
[15:32] goatbonker: punch u in face
[15:33] darkthalia: *evade ur clumsy punch and counters with the Fist of the Constipated Tiger*
[15:40] goatbonker: do a crouching tiger and u mis
[15:40] goatbonker: pinch ur nips in return

Is it my fault? He grabbed my ass first. Of COURSE I've got to knee him in the nuts lah.

Is it freaky that a simple IM conversation can get so strangely real?

Aarrrgg. Now I've got more to think about that just a guy threatening to pinch my nips, whatever that means...

Introducing Kimi Maia Sekaran

EEEEEEEE!!!

I got my darling hedgie on Thursday (not on Mon, as I'd expected, long story.) She is now snugly ensconced in a HUGE Hagen ZooZone 2(Product Placement! Product Placement!) which is abt a meter long. Her home is furnished with a godawful giganto wheel, a little dish for mealworms(eeew), a long trough for her basic food, a nice new waterbottle, some rocks to climb over, a lovely little hideaway, and a cat toy. Life couldn't be better for her, I tell you. Unless there was a Mr Hedgie waddling over the horizon ... heh heh heh ... but I'm not ready to be a grandmother yet.

Anyway.

Her first day home she slept in the food trough.

All I could see of my darling Kimi Maia (yes, I'd finally decided on a name - or two) was a spiky little egg-shaped thing in the food trough. Any attempt to wake her would generate a sudden erection (get your minds out of the gutter, people) of her quills - even if she's still a baby, it's damn painful laaar. Aaanyway, I thought it best to leave her alone to explore her new home.

Day Two: She slept in the mealworm dish. Well, I dunno if she actually slept in it, but she did sit right on top of it and spend about half an hour keeping still and looking very pensive. She might have just been going to the toilet in it.... aaarggg.

Day Three: She finally found her giganto wheel.
It is now the most favourite thing in her cage and she spends all her time running/sleeping/pooping in it. Up until now there hasn't been any evidence that she's even noticed the expensive hideaway that was bought for the express purpose of sleeping.

Day Four: I've started to try and get her used to me. I'll come up to the cage while she's running in her wheel (doesn't she know already that that thing doesn't GO anywhere???) and make appropriately calming cooing noises. She responds by suddenly petrifying and giving a very good impression of a deer caught in headlights. Maybe she thinks if she's v-e-e-e-r-r-r-y s-t-i-l-l I won't see her.

Day Five: I'm now being all brave and gung-ho (if you've ever seen a grumpy, spiky, hissing hedgehog you'll know what I mean) and actually putting my hand into the cage, and gently stroking her quills, and moving my hand about so she gets used to the sounds, sights, and smells of me. It seems to be going very well. With any luck, the deer-caught-in-headlights act will be a thing of the past. She still trys to run away from me in the wheel (I suppose that's one of the major reasons humans are the more evolved species on Earth and not hedgehogs) - she'll run like mad on the wheel, then stop a while to sniff my hand. Nope, still there. Then she'll continue running again. 2 minutes later, stop, sniff, run. Repeat until I get bored or she gets tired.

This morning she was doing it again. I got bored and left her running on her wheel like the very demons of hell were after her. When I came back 5 minutes later, she was fast asleep on her wheel. It was as if she'd dropped where she stood. Maybe it's some sort of hedgie sleep apnea or something.

Well, I'm feeling much better about having a hedgie for a pet. Ask me two days ago, and I'd have been going "What the hell did I DO?" but now things are looking up. We might bond enuff for me to pick her up, and have her use me as her personal Jungle Gym. Oh, and also poop on me when she's inclined to. Hmmm... having said that, I'm now not so sure humans are the more evolved species after all.

End of raving.

Enter the HedgeHog

EEEEEEE!!!!

Went to look at hedgies yesterday afternoon and immediately fell in love with them. Two sweeet little girlie hedgies - they were so mild-mannered, that even when woken up(hedgehogs tend to be grumpy when woken up - reminds me of a coupla ppl I know heh heh heh) they just allowed themselves to be picked up and handled. When let out of their cage, they were basically running around hellbent on exploring every inch of the floor - one was damn fast, I tell you. She was so SWEEEEEET (did I say that already). The other was also cute, but just a wee bit twitchier than her sis. Was gonna get both on the spot, but calmer and wiser heads prevailed(basically my 2 colleagues) and I settled for one.

Am now in a dilemma.

What in the hell am I gonna call her?

The calmer and wiser heads of the previous paragraph were not so when it came to names. Their suggestion? Pins and Needles!! Whaaaa? And PUH-LEEESE the number of times I've heard Sonic mentioned - if I hear it one more time I SWEAR someone'll be taking their teeth home in a paper bag.

So there.

My list is as follows:
Kimi (Raikinnen - you should see how fast she waddles!)
Demeter (or Diana - goddess of the hunt? She hunts wif arrows - long story, but what the hell)
PineCone (because it's spiky and the name's cute)
Juno (just because)
Thistle/Nettle (if u can't guess why then there's no helping you)

It's not working. Can't find a name that fits. Gawd. And I've got until Monday(Cos that's when she'll be coming home wif me). Aaaarrrggg. The pressures of naming a pet!

HELP!

I am Woman, Hear Me Roar (or Not)

Your Brain is 60.00% Female, 40.00% Male

Your brain is a healthy mix of male and female You are both sensitive and savvy Rational and reasonable, you tend to keep level headed But you also tend to wear your heart on your sleeve

What Gender Is Your Brain?

Hmmmm...

This guy read my palm once, he said I should've been born a man. Dunno how to take that. On the one hand, am slightly flattered - means I'm not as girly as most. Don't get me wrong, girly can be good, but when taken to the extremes (walking around with an umbrella even when IT'S NOT SUNNY, wearing those ridiculous lacy arm covering things when driving) it just makes me want to smack someone.

Aaanyway.

On the other hand, am insulted. What, does this mean that I'm butch? Heaven forbid. I think I'm as female as they come. It just so happens that I also like paintballing (a predominantly male sport) and go-karting(ditto) and don't particularly care if I tan(actually I do, but I only whine after the fact) or scar(ditto). Oh, and I'm also a good driver. The things I have to say about a large number of female drivers out there will have pride of place in its own blog. You have been warned.

Well, at least the test above sorta vindicates me - I'd rather like to think I'm a half-and-half, a mixture of both male and female, the whole complete yin/yang sorta shit. And I LIKE myself, which is a strange and slightly narcissistic thing to say, but there you go. If everybody liked themselves, the world would be a better place. So screw the people who want me to be more feminine or be the helpless, wilting violet who is just waiting to be saved by a big strong man. I can save myself, and perhaps his sorry ass too. :P

Here endeth the rant.

When hedgie comes home

When hedgie comes home

Okay. Here's the thing.

I think I wanna be adopted by a hedgehog.

Don't ask me why.

Ok, ask me why.

Why, you ask? ;) Weeeell, it's been a while since my Hamlet(that's a cream-coloured Syrian hamster to you guys who don't know) went to hamster heaven, and I thought I'd upgrade a bit to a diff and more interesting pet. My first choice was ferrets, but (a) they cost a bomb, and (b) they're huge and a lot of work, and (c) did I mention they cost a bomb? Next was guinea pigs, but I dunno. They seemed slightly vacuous to me. Hedghogs seem to have that I-know-I'm-cute-but-watch-it-I-can-hurt-you attitude nailed down tight.

Ok, so my credit card bills are through the roof, and I need money to spend on go-karting/paintballing/makeup/clothes/food(in that order), but I can't seem to help myself. I LURRRVE widdow kewdie animals. So there.

Oh, and by the way, the reason I haven't been blogging since last year? I got kidnapped by aliens. I swear.