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"Is it weird in here or is it just me?" Woody Allen

HOWDY! This is a platform for me to express myself. To bare my thoughts, emotions and life stories. Leaving bite-size pieces of me before I go. I graciously invite you to comment, swap stories and thoughts. Please post your comment or get in touch with me here.


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a rustic analysis*
bo leh*
buat donno*
jakun & boon cit - a love story. not.*
jingling nona*
many happy returns of the day, u sexy u*
love misunderstood*
no willy*
perfect man*
save me from this misery*
tan ah yam, i'm sorry*

an interview with joe blogs*
woo! a review!*

halong bay - you jump, i save you*
hanoi on my mind*
hanoi - in search of the pain-in-the-arse ice cream and other stories in between*
sungai petani, my hometown* [pt 1]
leave my country* [pt 1]
leave my country* [pt 2]
ozcapade* [pt 1]
ozcapade* [pt 2]
ozcapade* [pt 3a]
ozcapade* [pt 3b]
moomoo vista* [pt 1]
moomoo vista* [pt 2]
moomoo vista* [pt 3]
ah moy in paris* [pt 1]

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bottom issues* 

It's Monday. Feeling stoned from too much sleep over the weekend. Yep, for a person who pride herself to only need 5 hours of sleep, I slept like a babi (that's Thai for 'baby' but i meant it as it is - 'pig' in Malay.)

Anyway, I was busy finalising some proposals for three campaigns next year. Just as I was going to scratch my scalp off from constant dead ends, my client Jay called. Jay became a very dear friend over the 9 months I've worked on the account. We just hit it off almost immediately, both professionally as well as personally.

"Hey woman, how's the proposal coming along?"

"Aiyo...dead end after dead end lah. I've run out of dandruff to scratch off already. But will get it done by today."

"Aiyooo. I hope so. For your sake and my sake, ok."

"Hey, no worries. I told you already - all for one, one for all. If we die, we die together!"

"Err. I think you got the concept all wrong, dear. The thing is - I don't want to die!"

"Oh. Actually, I also don't want to see my Maker so soon too. No worries, will get it done for you by tomorrow."

"Anyway, I have something to tell you. To chill you out."


"Last Saturday, I went to Petaling Street for reflexology. The guy told me I suffer from ass rheumatism."

And I turned into a hyena.

November 23, 2004 // anjali* pranced on tip-toes all over the keyboard at 1:01 am

best dinner ever* 

Though I aspire to be a cook one fine day (note: am not even using the term "chef"), I think I have the weirdest sense of food combination. The list below is what I had for dinner yesterday and I would like to repeat it next Sunday. Anyone interested to join me?

2 large durians.
1 bottle of sugar cane water.

Main course:
1 big bowl of bubur chacha.
2 unripe Indian mango with extra hot rojak kuah.
5 more extra spoonful of extra hot rojak kuah - eaten on its own. Lick bowl clean - save some dishwashing liquid.
2 large glasses of fresh carrot & green apple juice.

1 big bowl of Vanilla ice-cream with 1 pack of Cheezels as toppings.
6 spoons of homecooked Salted Fish Pickle.

The only thing missing is some leftover fermented durian from Ben Harper's gap. That would have been heavenly. Yum.

November 22, 2004 // anjali* pranced on tip-toes all over the keyboard at 3:41 pm