Card Guide

Step into any malls or favourite hang out places in your vicinity and you'll surely be swarmed by credit card salespersons persuading you to sign up with their respective bank.

It's really too easy to obtain a credit card now and in Malaysia, you only need a Diploma certification and monthly salary of RM1200 to get one. Scary isn't it? Credit cards are evil if you do not use them with care. That explains the number of bankruptcy among young adults in Malaysia.

Hence, if you would like to know about about types of credit cards and their charges or even about balance transfers, CardGuide provides some good guide and information for your reference for example the 0% credit cards and various types of the plastic cash.

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Emo shyts

i think a lot of late. it's all about you. everything that ever happened between us is reminisced vaguely at the back of my head. it hurts so much. too much in fact...

i remember vividly that you were my pillar of strength. my everything. everything i am made of. that i can rely on you for anything, knowing that you'll never let me down. you loved me unconditionally and never once asked for anything in return.

when im troubled and burdened with ridiculous amount of workload, i know you'll always be there to catch me when i fall. that i can go home to you and just let you take care of everything else. i can just sit back and let the child in me awakened and yet feeling nurtured. completely contented and thoroughly blessed.

i was once the happiest person in the world knowing that i am loved and there's someone i can give my heart and soul to, knowing that we belong to each other... knew each other inside out, outside in.

i read your archives and i think of our past. i'd indeed took you for granted and many times, neglected you to the brim. i am sorry for every single things i'd done that hurt you. you surely deserve someone better than me. someone who is selfless and care for you whole heartedly.

but i miss you, you know? do you have any idea how much i need you in my life? and how much i feel for you? like those time when im with problems, i can just fall into your comforting arms. those times when i just need you by my side, cuddling me to sleep. hand on my cheek, sometimes in my hair. i'd sleep with a smile knowing that i'll wake up with you next to me all the time.

you left long ago but it still feels like yesterday. the pain is still raw and i wonder why. i need to learn how to let go of you when you're still very much a part of me. all i want... is for you to be happy. i just want you to be happy. with or without me.

Saturday!

Urgh. Am feeling hungry!

Hunger pangs aside, my body is feeling totally sore after two consecutive days of playing basketball. My wrist is kinda aching, i think it got dmged while i was doing some shots. Sighs. Legs are seizing up like mad too.

Oh well as they say, no pain no gain, and i gained a hell lot of fun! :D

***
Didn't manage to play much of final fantasy as mum is constantly glued to the freakin tv.

Good looks

Some time ago, a colleague of mine, DL, was asked a question by another colleague of mine, SK, both of whom were sitting in another cubicle just next to mine. Overheard the question, I just wondered why was the answer given that way. So, this is how the conversation went on:

DL (probably she was referring to a man in a web page): This fellow here looks gay.
SK (surprised at her judgement): Huh? How can you tell by just looking at him like that?
DL (sigh...): Haiya... See already you know la...
SK (I guess he was referring to another one): So, that guy there looks gay ar?
DL (thinking, then judging in confidence): Hmmm... That guy isn't good looking enough to look like a gay leh...

Now, having heard all that, I was thinking to myself:

"Huh? What the f**k... Is this how a person being judged to tell whether that person is gay or not?"

A new way to tell if a person is gay? So, what does "good looks" mean in this sense? And I am pretty sure all of you must have heard of this phrase before:

"Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder only"

The judgement is now yours to make.

The Husky

hey there... are you a Siberian or Alaskan husky baby? ahaks...

So

The trip back to hometown was pretty much uneventful except for the treacherous speed trap that dad and i fell into. LoL. Cost us 50 bucks instead of a summon of 300, thank god. Don't you just love the reduced price? Shows just how 'effective' our prime minister's anti bribery campaign is.

Dad laughed when he kena speed trap. I doubt he would laugh if Mum or Sis were driving and they were the ones who kena. He would be grumbling and nagging "Why the hell you drive so fast la, haaaaa, told u so many times dun drive so fast. Now kena already. Next time dun listen to me la. See what happens." Freakin hypocrite.

I attempted to snap a pic of the highway inside the car, and here's all i got. V. dark.

After i reached grandpa's house i discovered, to my extreme displeasure, that the "praying" i was to do amounted to pricking three joss sticks for grandpa. Since i am in quite a good mood, i will not bitch about my annoyance. Instead i'll blog about what i did at my hometown.

There's this shabby shack place just round the corner from grandpa's place that sells the mostest most freshest fresh seafood curry you can wish to taste. God. *sighs* In order to eat such curry, you will have to wake up/stay awake at 3 a.m. That's when they open. Normally the local fishermen will go there for their early meal before taking off to sea. Unfortunately for me, i arrived at 5.30. And they had only fish heads left. Bleargh. Still, was v. good fish head.

Fish! I know it looks kinda grotesque. I was halfway eating before i thought to take a picture.

I did also consume a huge bowl of bird's nest soup. Oooh lala. 100% bird nest. That's what my aunt said la, but i doubt it. But my uncle is in the bird's nest industry. Sorta. So i get to eat/drink bird's nest. I kept thinking that i was drinking the saliva of birds and it kinda grossed me out a little.

My eldest cousin was there, and he brought along his two children: my niece and nephew. Technically i'm not exactly their uncle, but who the hell cares? My niece is three, and nephew is, i think, a year old plus.

Now, prior to my latest visit, my niece was afraid of me. Sighs. Each time i called to her in my i'm-damn-fun-and-nice voice, she avoided me. And when she went to my sis when she used her i'm-damn-fun-and-nice voice, sis asked my niece why she avoids me, my niece said, "我怕他" which means "i'm scared of him (i.e. me)". Like Damn! How can anyone be afraid of me la! I am such a fun-and-nice person.

During my visit i was feeling tremendously bored with Dad's incessant Teochew chatter with my aunt/uncle. So when i saw a pile of these little multi-coloured squares that children play with, and i seized them and started to make little boxes. My niece just happened to pass by and she saw my masterpieces, was most delighted and came over. "Wooo," she said, and proceeded to snatch my boxes.

Nyahaha! My funky box. :D Best tool to woo children's affection. While i was taking the picture above with my handphone, my niece caught sight of my handphone camera. She loves cameras. I think she was born a natural camwhore. -_-" so she kept turning the camera to her face to camwhore. My god. I never knew camwhore-dom was possible at the age of 3.

She held on to my phone and ran around randomly snapping photos, with me following with bated breath in case she dropped it. Photos snapped by niece:

My second aunt (as in, married to second eldest uncle) + finger.

My second uncle. Head blocked by finger. V. blur. LoLx.

Me! With fingers. I think my niece does not realize that she has to keep her fingers away from the lens. Oh well. Being able to take pictures at the age of 3 is pretty good already! I dun think i even knew what a camera was when i was 3. Hmm.

So here's my niece. And now she likes me. Wahaha! Am such a pro. Like i said, how can anyone be afraid of me? I am such a fun-and-nice person.

And here's my nephew, lying on my cousin's legs. I managed to sneak a pic (peek) of him laughing and my cousin was very pleased. :D

***
Went to Zuup with Nico bin Autofelasio (don't ask) the other day. Zuup is this small little place at lower ground of old wing 1 utama that sells an array of very fascinating soup.

I ordered a New England seafood chowder.

Served with croutons and a sprig of parsley. Hate parsley! Ok now i have a lot to say about the seafood chowder. For its price, yes, it is quite worth the price, minus the small chopped up bits of carrots and potatoes. But! I have tasted much better seafood-based soups. With huge chunks of seafood inside. Plus, the chowder is creamy but does not have a strong enough taste. I kept sprinkling salt. And who the hell puts chopped carrots and potatoes in a seafood chowder??! -_-" I won't probably order this the next time i patronize.

Nico, on the other hand, ordered the tomato bisque. Its name is something fancy like tomato bisque with fusilli and whatnot-whatever. He chose a bread bowl, which comes with a nipple-like cover. Lolx.

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Some random pics:

Lacoste's fancy fancy polo t-shirts! Freakin expensive. You have to pay so much extra to have that freakin alligator to appear on your shirt. Sighs. This is what brands do to us.

My beef maggi mee! Turned out slightly tasteless as i added a little bit too much water.

Very very divine Satay @ Penang Mari, TTDI. Fat, thick and meaty. Oh yeah! Give it to me. :D Served with onions, cucumber and divine peanut sauce. Heaven skewered on sticks. Oh baby.

4am

Guess where?

:P