myprivatelogic

Orange

2011-01-18T15:01:00.000+08:00

with eyes slit; say:

I'm turning into somethin else

Heck,

I've turned into somethin else.

orange and green, lime green

2010-12-21T11:17:00.003+08:00

Gooda Morning

News! I have no reasons to be vague now. No qualms in putting I in whatever im gonna write.

These latest development is the result of a 2-hour sat down with The Father (see if im all vague you think I'd tell you that?). It was downright confusing, incomprehensible, noisy and i really dont know the word to describe my last description of the whole situation (could be orangey, im not sure)

Vagueness, gone! I'll give straight answers.

*gonna miss you, V.

Metric.

2010-11-27T20:01:00.002+08:00

Say Oi! to this sudden feeling of helplessness!

I feel like I am in a half crouch position, hands extended in front of me trying frantically to stop whatever it is that's coming towards me and fuckme it's coming fast. Whatever it is coming towards my way is gonna send me into a state of frantic; and please frantic is never what I need.

Eh, why now? What grant you this feeling of power? What the fuck gives?

If you come in waves, i'd be drenched to the bones and swept away to the very end of that corner right there. If you come in pricks, all I'd be left is nothingness; where not even one land of prick is possible. When you come, you will come big.

Whatever it is, please choose a timely arrival. I need you, but I don't need you now. And when you ask when, I'll ask why.

Horrible toughts.

2010-11-26T15:48:00.003+08:00

Fine I'll write something.

I am slightly feeling feverish, and TV is irrelevant. It is switched off and normally that would mean a strange phenomena is lurking around that corner over there, expanding until seen (the TV might be on actually, but since the focus is on the Strange Phenomena, it might as well be off)

That corner over there happens to be a pink wall, and I attribute the color to the creator's effort to tone down whatever is coming from behind it.

To be guessing, it will be obvious. I myself stand by my principle, that is whoever it is that state the obvious, is a douche.

The TV is irrelevant at times like this, but why isn't the fan? or the birds? In my anticipation, my ears caught the sound of the fan spinning and the birds chirping. It's almost eerie, this situation is. Like someone's living in my head, like I'm living in my head. My head would probably paint a pretty picture for myself. My head, who fibs a lot and laughs at all my jokes.

But, it might be food behind that corner over there. Nah, that would be me being a douche.

Ok fine! You dont have to get me. All im saying is that Im hungry.

Cuba.

2010-10-27T13:18:00.003+08:00

Oh wow.

Those Were My Final Fantasy.

2010-10-27T13:06:00.003+08:00

I proved to be resilient. You'd think it's easy, battling hordes of enemy coming at you, with swords, guns, fire blazing from mouth, big feet to stomp on you, undead zombies clawing at your flesh? The undead zombies, when they die, sometimes defied all odds and came back alive again!It isn't easy. You need Willpower! Strong Stomach! Good Eye-Hand Coordination! And a good pillow to lean your elbow onto.

It isn't easy to keep someone alive as well. To feed them every needs. Hunger. Love. Even hygiene. They will DIE I repeat DIE if you lack resilience and basic architectural and cooking skill.

*Rindu*

Groggy Mode.

2010-10-27T01:09:00.004+08:00

Minimalist. Spacey. Simple. I'd like to think.

But this is verging on Empty, duude. I don't wanna take that corner. I'll swerve and crash. On purpose if I have to.

First step: Admitting.
First admission: I have no faith to spare in you. Any of you. Is there something you can do? Please? Because I don't.

That's a block on progress, right there.

I'm a good believer in second chances. I'll distribute some. Not a a big fan of planning though, so here goes my favorite phase; "We'll see about that."

Raise your hands if you like Ping-Pong! *raise hands*

Optimists would say;
It's not that bad. Fixable. Definitely.
Realists would say;
Plausible. We'll see about that.
Pessimist would say;
FML.

Realists would say to Optimists;
Fuck off, phoney. You witch.

Realists would say to Pessimist;
Ungrateful, you.

Everyone would say to Realists;
......
(because realists always have uncrossed comebacks if they chose to)

So Realists stay on while others float away or fall flat on faces. Realists don't float or fall because Realists retain in Walls.

But Realists always have a sledgehammer on standby, patiently anticipating to swing it as hard as Realists can in a moment's notice. That I can assure you.

2010-10-26T17:01:00.001+08:00

You yes you.

2010-10-25T12:06:00.003+08:00

Let go, when you see a tree to grab in front of you. It was slippery, but what isn't? Sliding and jumping while you can; consequences irrelevant; faith unwavering; future unseen; that kind of moment does not come easily, if not at all.

If you crash, when you do crash, you know there's always someone to pick you up. Example; you.

Addis Ababa Rocks

2010-10-21T16:44:00.002+08:00

Addis Ababa says to the gathering of humanoid in front of him/her, “Good morrow, my people! My given name is Philomena. But as you good people able to witness the mighty creation of what God has humouredly given me, I have a penis as a reproductive organ. Feast your god-rightfully-given eyes a little bit further north; you will see the outline of two mighty bosoms.”

The crowd gasped for they only saw when they were told. They feast on chicken fat for breakfast and hays for dinner; hence they were not very bright in the head.

“ ’Fret not, my children, for I am as confused as you are. Hurl away demonic, impure thoughts from your mind; and stare at my angelic face, and feel once at ease!”

Lack of mind control prohibits the crowd to hurl anything from their mind, so they hurled rocks, bones, sand and rotten cabbage at Addis Ababa/Philomena.

THE END; me think.

Pothead

2010-10-13T12:14:00.004+08:00

Miss Communy Catey. Call me Muni or Cathy is fine.
_______________________________________

Since the birth of Tobacco, everything else ceased to exist. Example: water, food and sex. It was reported in the early 16th century that a dude, a Mr. Berichwen Idye found Tobacco on the continent of America and brought it onboard the Spanish Armada and set sailed to the land of the Queen, and all things known to mankind went chaotic.

(Since it is safe to say that we have been beguiled by our history teachers about the existence of the Stone Age, Paleo and Mesolithic Era, Theory of Evolution (but don't hold it against your teacher because they too were first beguiled by their teachers and the syllabuses), from now on we are free to create our own history, however we like it.)

Continuing on; mathematic's Chaos Theory, contrary to popular believe, was not actually advocated by Edward Lorenz. It was the Tobacco. So is The Murphy's Law. It wasn't created by some Murphy guy. Tobacco did. Tobacco has claims on everything!

Such a phenomenal entity this Tobacco is; the mass population of the 20th century started to think that Tobacco needed to be granted a grander image. The job was given to an almighty branding agency called Hollywood Inc, and Hollywood Inc. started off with the basic; the NAME.

Now Tobacco was not at all a bad name, but it does sound a little bit country-ish, and the name painted a picture of yellowish greenery and farmers and cowboys on a buffalo. Besides, another highly addictive substance ; in an effort to rally with Tobacco's popularity, has copied the last part of Tobacco's full name (Tobaccocaine).

The people at Hollywood Inc decided not to succumb to the name-counterfeiting. They decided to come up with a cooler, all rounded name that can cater to a larger audience. In a strategy to undermine any other addictive or recreational substance popularity, Hollywood Inc secretively branded them as well; but with a lame and confusing names such as Special K, Barbiturates, Horse Tranquilizer. Whereas Tobacco were glamorize; with uber cool names - Alfred Dunhill, Peter Stuyvesant, Philip Morris, Marlboro Man; and instead of a buffalo, the cowboy now rides a stallion.

Demure actresses in a white, chest-exposing dress and white gloved-hands chained smoked while lying down on a Cleopatra couch while dashing gentleman in a suit and a fedora bend over to light up the Pall Mall, with one elbow on a bended knee.

Fast forward to present day, instead of advertising and familiarizing, Tobacco has been given an air of exclusivity. Counterfeiting is still at large, and this name is not the only thing targeted. Even Tobacco itself is being copied. Instead of an uber-cool box, those counterfeiters stamped a pictures of balls on the box and sell it at a much much cheaper price without the 'You Smokers All Will Die But You Die Faster' tag. The real Tobacco however has become exclusively and ridiculously expensive, in order to cater to those brand-whores.

tbc.

High Pitch.

2010-10-11T14:48:00.003+08:00

False alarm(s). Could have use my brain for something vulgar and spine-resting, but no. Damn you.

It's really hot outside. Put some batteries out for some childhood reminiscing. I wouldn't say it's a bad one, but everyone else would.

Getting recharge for the trip back. Back to uncertainties. I shouldn't have hoped, but I did, so it was on me. Truthfully I wish for the death sentence, but of course most of the time I don't. The constant thing in life is always the change. But the cycle isn't all that bad, ya know. It prepares you. Then contradicts you when you're falsely prepared.

Discern holes for things to fit. Stuff. Matters. Batteries. Telescopes. Daisies.

The trick was to keep one part empty, the rest full. Push the unwanted into the emptiness. Technically it will work. Rely on the technicalities.

The Game

2010-10-11T12:48:00.002+08:00

hey ho.

let's play a game. it's called; what are you doing home? Ask how many times you feel like.

The steps are easy. In fact you are already starting.

full mark for answers like:
sleeping
smoking
dusting off
picking up shit
watching I Love You,Man

half mark for vague answer such as:
i don't know
*silence*
butt off
waiting for the phone call
handling shit
still waiting for the phone call

and a slap on the face for whoever answers:
exercising

count the marks.for those who get slapped their marks will get deducted by a 100 points.

the winner will get to continue waiting. the loser will get to play Scrabble.

39.

2010-10-08T15:11:00.003+08:00

The tedious, mundane work- settled. Leaving voids and voids of spaces that has this hate monster striking up against the barricade, roaring and gearing and shaking to come through.

'Hate' is undoubtedly a very strong word, along with 'cancer' and 'masturbation'. In fact in the spirit of togetherness, 'Hate' can be associated with both other words, although I am not so sure how I feel about the latter.

Haha.

See? I have been telling myself and those who are willing to hear that I've been wrongly blessed with a Superpower/Curse.

"Splurges and urges of strong emotions can be single-handedly crushed by a mere mention or thought of something else" would be the tagline if Hollywood decided to shoot a movie about my Superpower (starring Scarlet Johanssen). I admit it isn't the catchiest tagline, but I predicted it'll be an indie movie where all the actors will be rued into thinking they work for artistic passion instead of money.(The male lead will be that guy from Half Nelson and The Notebook I cant believe I forgot his name, oh yes Ryan Gosling. I've been thinking of Ryan Reynolds)

Some people are born with a dim wit, most probably resulted from a malnutrition mothers who ate grease everyday during pregnancy. These dim-witted individuals will failed to discern that I have used my Superpower, twice, in this post alone. But their dim-wittedness could not be the sole factor here. Like any other indie movies, some things are not for all to comprehend.

All superheroes are destined to have at least one deadly weakness. My kryptonite would be the half an hour period of time before succumbing to sleep; and grammatical mistakes. The rest of the 23 and a half hours the superpower of mine are charged and ready to annihilate all coming dangers.

A person with superpower also naturally will be well equipped with a strong wall of ego, turning all this nonsense into nonsense, and abruptly ends everything, except for the thoughts of 39.

Unstability Leads to Bad Acting.

2010-10-08T14:09:00.003+08:00

Private version of twitter.

....
Private=Prebet. Menyelamatkan Prebet Ryan. Can you imagine?
Must admit though, I watched Leftenan Adnan (Lewd-tenant Adnan), and was holding back tears at more than one point.

Am squinting when I wrote this so that people at work perceive me as someone with a lot of shit to handle.
Actually, I am.
I am also a good runner.
This is me running away.

At least until Monday.

Monday.

2010-10-07T19:15:00.001+08:00

Yes, Monday.

Jeebus fuck.

Thanks.

2010-10-01T14:12:00.002+08:00

It's not gonna be difficult at all. Come on. You've done it before. It's a funny kind of jadedness, but it kinda helps, didn't it? Maybe just a little, no?

I do believe that when shit happens, it happened for a reason. Somewhere down the long shitty road the Reason will appear. So keep on those hopes that the soon appearing Reason; it's gonna be one of the good ones.

2010-09-29T09:59:00.001+08:00

I miss being busy at 8.30 am.

If Life Gives You Lemon, Stare At Life Until Life Explains Why.

2010-09-28T13:08:00.005+08:00

If Life Gives You Lemon, Say Thank You Then Give It To Someone Else You Hate Coz They Don't Need Lemons, Too.

2010-09-28T13:03:00.002+08:00

If Life Gives You Lemon, Squeeze The Juice To Someone's Eyes And Take Their Money To Pay Bills

2010-09-28T13:01:00.002+08:00

If Life Gives you Lemon, Make Lemonade So You Won't Get Thirsty While Paying Bills With Your Own Money.

2010-09-28T13:00:00.001+08:00

If Life Gives You Lemon, Try To Pay Your Bills With Lemons.

2010-09-28T12:27:00.006+08:00

Inspired by all the bills that I carefully organized under my bed, in the trunk of my car, and behind the refrigerator; I wrote a song to sing to myself. It goes like this:

can you pay my bills
can you pay my telephone bills
can you pay my automo'bills
then maybe we can chill
I don't think you do
so you and me are through

If you feel like singing along, sing like that Destiny's Child song eh.

I have order me a Time-Travelling Machine 6000 (charged it to my card). I'll get on it and tell my young mother not to marry that guy in her wedding picture.

Yawnnnn...

2010-09-22T19:59:00.005+08:00

It's tiring being a girl. Always in dilemma whether to eat or not to eat. Alwaaaayyssss.

It's been a while since I have the house all to myself. Alia is out and about. I should be on my way to KL, but I opted to be boring tonight.

Can't wait till Thurrrrsday. Then Friday.

Let's watch America's Next Top Model, shall we? Maybe I'll be inspired and not eat, though I highly doubt it.

Lame Is As Lame Does.

2010-09-21T11:52:00.008+08:00

They say Rules are made to be broken. I say Rules are not Rules if they are not inscribed on paper. Which is another way of saying they are no Rules, because seldom do we have easy access to the paper which they are written. And those written Rules, they go with their other cooler name, Laws. But as for this post we are not talking about Laws because we don't really wanna mess with the authority now, do we. So let's keep this simple and innocent.

Alright so I am in denial mode. Of course there are rules and we do broke them. But we don't wanna say it out loud because we will sound so, eww, juvenile and James Dean-ish.

In the spirit of contradicting myself, here are some Unwritten But Rules that I've compiled throughout the last five minutes I'm in front of this laptop. I categorize these rules under specific subtitle so that if you feel like adding these rules into your Life's Manual I just made your life easier.

Some Unwritten But Rules I've Compiled Throughout The Last Yeah Yeah You Get The Drift

GENERAL
Rule #1
It is ok to snap at people who snaps at you.
Reason:
Snapping is actually fun. So snapping at people who snaps at you is like having an exclusive activity that only the two of you can enjoy together.
Note:
If you snap at people who snaps at you but that person doesn't really enjoy it but rather hate it, well, continue snapping away. The taste of their own medicine is the only medicine that works.

Rule #2
The three things you can do to become the most uncool person in the whole wide world is nag, nag and nag.
Reason:
You are really cool if you don't nag. So don't nag.
Note:
I can't seem to stress it more. Just, you know, don't nag.
(p/s: If you encounter a person who nags, get out of their way and lock yourself in you room and don't come out untill you can feel the vibe subsided. Because, one horror fact: nagging can be contagious.)

Rule #3
You can be messy if you want. Just don't clutter.
Reason:
Messy (not Messi, Lionel) is actually the root word for Messiah, whereas if you replace the double 'tt' to 'c' and 'k' the word clutter becomes clucker. Clucker can be known as a person who nags (see GENERAL-Rule #2).
Note:
Messy you can be anywhere else, but please don't messed up the living hall where you watch TV. I really hate that. And please clean after self so that you don't result in a clutter which can turn a person who you think is cool into a clucker. Nevertheless, messy, clutter and even a clucker can be compromised if you practice Selective Hearing and Sight.

WORK

Rule #1
Make your boss your drinking buddy.
Reason:
In their drunkenness stupor, they might tell you their deep darkest secret. So when they want to give you a warning letter for always being late, give your boss the knowing look and they will retreat. You can also spend all day at work talking and doing stupid things.
Note:
Make sure you don't tell them your deep darkest secret, idiot. Don't even add them on Facebook.

Rule #2
If you desire to resign, make sure you utilize all of your companies immediate benefits eg: company trips, A4 paper, money that are supposed to go to donation, etc before you hand out your letter.
Reason:
There's a freeloader in all of us.
Note:
Alright maybe not the money.

Rule #3
Make pseudo-friends.
Reason:
Like all of the rules I wrote so far, I'm writing them out of boredom so they're pretty obvious aren't they. So I don't wanna explain this one to you because I'm afraid you will hate yourself for having to be spoon-fed all the time.
Note:
Psuedo-friend can be best friends if they have a habit of buying you drinks. So don't get confused.

RETAIL

Rule #1
If you are buying dodgy stuff from a dodgy person in a dodgy kinda place, don't expect a 5-star treatment.
Reason:
Dodgy is as dodgy does so if you are used to a 5-star treatment go buy your stuff at a 5-star retail establishment at a much higher price because that price includes your 5-star treatment service charge as well. Dodgy doesn't do after-sale services so check your items carefully before purchasing because you still can get out.
Note:
If you are still pissed with the quality of the stuff you stupidly purchased, don't shoot the messenger.

Rule #2
Only buy items that you want, not what you need.
Reason:
Getting the items that you need will leave you with the sinking feeling of parting with your cash, but let's be honest, NOT getting the stuff that you want is what that will leave you sleepless for days. Besides, you get easier help from your parents in getting money to buy stuff that you need like food and books but they'll make funny faces if you tell them you require money to buy that Playstation 3 or that Tod's handbag.
Note:
Do not sue me if you are starved to death because your parents doesn't really love you. I have signed a waiver.

RELATIONSHIP

Rule #1:
If you are in love with someone, it is ok to take them for granted.
Reason:
You will feel like it. They are the easiest target and you spend so much time together they became annoying.
Note:
Make sure they are in love with you too because if you take people who doesn't love you for granted you might end up in a fight or in a lawsuit.

Rule #2:
If you secretly introduce your love one to your friends as my friend, it's ok to be mad if you found out they do the same thing to their friends.
Reason:
You are the boss of your relationship, hence you can do what you want. And you have a reputation to uphold. Besides, what they don't know won't hurt them.
Note:
Make sure you master the Art of Lying To Her/His Face or else the table will turned and you don't want that.

Rule #3
Always find a reason to start a fight.
Reason:
You are a drama queen/king and the intimacy that might follow should be really really good.
Note:
Make sure the intimacy that follows is really really good because if it isn't you will be just wasting your time since you love them and you'll patch things up anyway.

Rule #4
If you are doing no #3, never I repeat never do it in front of your close friends.
Reason:
Your angry attitude and expression when quarreling with boyfriend/girlfriend is a specific kind and should only be reserve for the said boyfriend/girlfriend because they love you and they wont judge you. If you don't trust me take a picture of your face next time you're in a fight and you'll see you are in your ugliest form, and your friends doesn't need to see that and have that image perched on their minds forever.
Note:
If you can't stand it and really need to have a go, just fucking Don't.

Rule #5
If you are in a relationship with someone, but you actually is in love with your best friend, try to have a 3-way.
Reason:
3-way.
Note:
This rule only apply to guys. If you're a girl, ah well I don't have a note for you.

..............
Tired. This should do it for now. I have a lot more, but I'm not that bored anymore. I know you are bored too or else you will not even be able to reach this part. So see you again when my next Boredom strikes.

It's Stone, In Case You Get Distracted By Milla's Eyes

2010-09-20T14:43:00.003+08:00

Yeah yeah yeah.

Hey Ho Let's Go

2010-09-20T13:45:00.002+08:00

I love it when ideas, thoughts and decisions came to you in the most unlikeliest places.

Last Friday, I had 15 minutes of sitting down quietly amidst people, movements, loud music and smokes. It is one of the perks of being Aquarians, you get to be publicly moody and frowny when you want to, where you want to. (although I prefer the word brooding). I was pretty surprised by the calming effect I perceived, in that cramped space. The machine in my head felt very well-oiled, I almost assume the Auguste Rodin's pose.

But all good things come to an end once the intoxication kicked in.

Awhollatta other good things (ehem) began.

We Love Side Quest So Muct It's Hurting Us

2010-09-20T11:07:00.005+08:00

Sometimes.

Mistakenly, you perceived character flaws as a series of complexity. When all there really is is a clog of immaturity.

That's why la aku selalu cakap, moderation (if not simplicity) is key. Even when it comes to deducing. At times, reasoning is just another word used to blindside self from seeing what's facing you. When the answer is too simple to reach that doesn't mean it's not true. It will cut down another 5 hours you probably spend boggling your mind looking for ways around it.

Tyra Banks pun kalau model-model tu pakai rantai topi gelang anting-anting dia suruh bukak semua tinggal jeans and tops and heels je. Coco Chanel said to me, and I quote, take off the last piece of jewellery you put on jangan nak mengada-ngada pakai banyak-banyak serabut aku tengok, end quote.

Maybe because we love trifle so much we tend to layer ourselves and our views, to mimic our favorite dessert.

Tak ke serabut tu.

WWKMD

2010-09-18T23:42:00.001+08:00

Yeah WWKMD? Not ordering McDonald's that's for sure.

Black Swan

2010-09-17T20:21:00.003+08:00

They don't say it here (gasp!) but Winona Ryder is in here as well. Eeeepp.

Little, Little Thang(s).

2010-09-17T18:05:00.004+08:00

O my sweet Little Thang(s),

Like a parent dreading their baby becoming a brat, I wish you can stay little forever.
Little.
Forever.

Like monkeys and hippos at the zoo, I wish they will stop feeding you.

The word 'blow' is one of my favorites in the English dictionary, for it's versatility (it can be windy sucky white and powdery), but when they address you in 'Blow Out of Proportion', I will get sad and cranky.

You know Little Thang(s), they were days when I woke up and I look forward to seeing you. Looking at you, manhandling you, taking you for granted. Sigh. Now when I think of you, ah well, the mere size of you can't even fit my frame of mind.

So, Little Thang(s), it's time to ask yourself, What Would Kate Moss Do.

LOST

2010-09-17T15:40:00.004+08:00

Used to be a fan, but like driving on an unknown highway trying to get to Wangsa Maju, I got lost watching Lost.

Interesting, see? You'd think the creators anticipated these kind of reactions during pre-production. Uh oh, we're losing audience oh wait that's the whole point.

Quite understandably, the group took a whollata seasons to find their way out of the friggin island. When they seemed to be out, they were actually not, or else the show would be called Found.

Again, quite understandably, I get what you mean, creators of Lost. The amount of time I got lost is the same with the amount of time I spend eating or blowing out my hair. If you dare to be associated with the word Lost, be prepared to lose some Time. Any other thing that makes you lose Time is a Very Bad Thing, So Lost is a Very Bad Word, alongside Idle, Drunk, WashingDishes and Motherfu*ker.

Lost, Lose..blergh.

My aunt's favorite quote is It's Not The Destination, It's The Journey That Matters. She's a stay at home mom who thinks traveling is painful.

When you are Lost, the journey is the one that matters. Because the destination you reach when you're lost, ah well is not really where you planned to go.

As we have agreed previously, Getting Lost on the road is a medical condition. Little did I know, though, that it is damn contagious! It is spreading all over me like a malignant tumor on acid! And it can evolved into it's monstrous cousin called Being Lost! If no precautions are taken, it will hit it's last irreversible stage, Lost And Lovin' It.

Good God how am I gonna be Found.

Void

2010-09-12T04:11:00.004+08:00

Yeah people make a ruckus whine and flop about it but what thing is easier to fill than a void.

The fuss might be in relation to as how it was created, the circle involved, because a void would not act and feel like void if a void was not previously filled. What leads to the leakage, the scooped out, the blown out, is the front page story; very rarely the void itself. Example: an act of walking away might be the needle needed to prick through the membrane, or a C-4 to blow it all away, or a simultaneously excessive information that becomes too much to register and in the end serves as a collective nothingness. Specific example: the feel of a hideous 3D glasses on your nose, the back pain from the hard cushion chair, the uncomfortable way of crossing legs, the slow motion effect of the movie that serves well with the whole 3D-in-your-face experience (at one point,the slow motion effect reached the highest level; the whole fucking frame was FREEZED, arguably for a more dramatic 3D effect), the awesome feel and scenes of the movie that stay true to the original video game, the very awesome and humongous hammer+axe-like weapon and the very awesomely hot Milla Jovovich; all of this mixed together where at the very end the only thing that I remember when I walked out of the cinema at that particular moment was that I needed to pee.

See, even the mundane task of watching a movie can caused a Void, however temporary.

However, the most common cause of a void is Ignorance. I'll explain when I have Time and Mood.

A totally different kind of Void can be caused by the most complicated case of hypothermia, obstruction of blood to the head, distress and starvation. Case in point: Omayra Sanchez's eyes.

But of course, we are not in the mood for a Void related to medical condition, or who is Omayra Sanchez and what was she doing in a pool of mud, because ONE; I have not done (any) a proper research, TWO; you can Google her yourself, THREE; you can find those in a medical journal which clearly this is not it; FOUR; this is a blog and blogs are usually utilize for channeling emotions and stuff like that, so traditionally, we will focus on EMOTIONAL Void.

Ah damn. Now that we mentioned the E word, I have nothing else to say. At least not here. Click here to my other blog to read about the my perceptions on the E word, how life sucks and what I really think about you (which I wrote in a very vague way but trust me it's about you. Because when you did click here I bet you already think that the blog is about you don't you, don'tchu).

2010-09-06T13:46:00.001+08:00

I need a manual on how to become verbally Evil.

A Sickening Letter.

2010-07-14T01:08:00.002+08:00

Thanks Mama for all the breast milk. Feeding me with that until I can walk and talk. Until you were pregnant with my sister. Gallons and gallons and gallops of it. Good stuff!

...

But, if only you could've just restrain me from sucking too much of it. You see, Ma, I have throbbing headaches this morning. Throbbing! The first time ever in a long while that I felt even remotely sick. It might just be a tiny little headache, but since I seldom fall sick, I wouldn't know the difference between tiny headache and throbbing headache, would I? Your milk and the antibodies it has equipped me with has denied me the knowledge and the simple set of skill of determining the degrees of headache. You know I don't like to be denied anything.

So Ma, all I wanted to say is No, I did not fell sick. I hoped so, but I did not. I wanted to, but I couldn't. The headache might just be from lack of sleep or something, but I wouldn't know now, would I? Would I? Would I ever? How will I ever know, Ma, if not from experience?? Jeez.

My only recollection of falling sick is during the swine flu outbreak. I had fever (a real one). I remembered because it lasted me a good four hours. The rest of the day I just had to fake it.

So thanks a bunch, Ma. *roll eyes*

Score One For Style!

2010-07-12T20:43:00.002+08:00

As Spain won, instead of Holland, football was the winner. I agree.

It's done. It has been fun. My team won.

Loyalty pays.

Gloats.

2010-07-08T12:27:00.002+08:00

Well, I have always thought that Carles Puyol looks like The Ultimate Warrior. Turned out he is one. Goal from a set piece plak tu. I'm gloating.

Sorry cant help it

2010-07-06T17:29:00.001+08:00

Gambar palsu, but, whatever.

INCEPTION=BEGINNING OF SOMETHING

2010-07-06T14:00:00.003+08:00

Christopher Nolan's Inception.

After someone anyone will wanna finally go and watch Toy Story3 The A-Team and all those other movies I haven't watch,
LET'S GO AND WATCH THIS ONE!

I FEEL LIKE A RUSSIAN ART POSTER COLOR

2010-07-05T22:01:00.001+08:00

Yes, I do.

2010-07-05T20:22:00.003+08:00

Paul The German Salad on Celery Green

Torres, you Spanish Delight, you, get yourself a fucking hair extension cause lets face it when you cut your hair, your mojo went with it.

2010-07-05T20:14:00.002+08:00

ONE BLIND EYE MAKES EVERYTHING FINE =
DENIAL + ALOOFNESS + JOVIAL

The Cheesiness of Youth.

2010-07-05T19:34:00.003+08:00

Found this in the drafts. Dated somewhere in september 2007. Why didnt I post it escaped me.

This is hopefully not an embarassment to any form of art. Not for the rambling, insenstive, sharp and honest art of Michael-Moore sortalike. In fact, I think it's a shrine. But I haven't decided on a direction. But I have a 100% confident that everybody will know what I mean, even when I, sometimes don't.
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Do you remember when you were in school, you used to write on books you owned, your name and your class?You continued to do so in secondary school. Then it was the university. You ought to write down your matrix no along with your name on top of the page , the middle the right the bottom, wherever your preference is. But then you graduated from uni, and dammit succumb to the life of unemployment. During your bulging free time, you took a walk in the shopping complex, saw a book you like, bought it (stole it, whatever works for you), took it home.

So now you are a proud owner of a new book. Naturally you want to make it officially yours. Mark your territory. So, you grabbed a pen, sat down and begin writing your name on the first page. Ok, write name down-check! Thn, the pen froze on paper. What do I write, you think. Which class do I belong to? Which organisation owns me? What numbers will represen me?

That's right. You stuck. You have no idea. The only numbers that could represent you is your mobile number. That's sad. The only organisation that owns up to you is the address to your parent's home. That's even sadder.

So what do you write anyway? Quotes of wisdom from some dead individual? Your(pfft) IC number?You have no idea. Just write down yur name and leave the rest of page blank. And pray in the next two months atleast you'll have something to write.
______________________________

Fuh. Have you ever feel a strong liking for someone, you actually think you love them? Wherever you see them you'll feel like your stomach is being pull back by a giant bulldozer? Or when you hear their voices, the ruh of adrenaline in your body is equivalent to fill a raging bull? Have you? I feel that way towards Michael Jackson. Haha. Kidding. Truth is I have never.

Boy!

2010-06-25T02:18:00.003+08:00

1. I need a shot of adrenaline. Maybe more than one.
2. I need workload! that I actually care about.

One.
As no.2 being the reason, I and the girls finally took our trip down to the waterfall. With my beaten, rugged (I refuse to use the word 'dirty') Viva, the non-consented trip took what it felt like 15 years. Fast-forwarded, after getting lost, stairs climbing, rock sliding, junk eating and a couple of leap of faith into unknown depth of water, I almost received my adrenalin shot.

Walking barefoot on a moss-covered rocks is no mundane task. If you slip, you can horribly
a)hit your head on the rock and bleed to death; b)break your freakin' neck on the rock; or mildly c)scraped your elbows on the jagged rocks while breaking the fall; d)scraped your knees on the jagged rocks while breaking the fall; e)bruises everywhere on your body.

So I was walking on the slippery jaggedy rocks on the edge of the river, with larger rocks on the side of me, when I missed my footings, thrown off balance and were doomed to fall and receive either one or more of the options above.

Instead, in the midst of my fall, my right foot decided on its own to find a flat landing to step on, and pushed my whole body into the unassuming water, away from the fierce rocks. Which means I did not need either my elbows, my knees, my butt or worse, my head and my neck, to slam against the rock on the side of me or the ones below me to break the fall. So in the water, away from the rocks, I landed.

All of these happened with my right arm up in the air, because I was holding my cigarette box in it.

So, the end result is Ainnur 1 - Rocks 0. No bruises, no wet cigarettes. Only plenty of sands in my pocket.

And I was sure that was gonna be my adrenaline fix. It was not.

Next: Bungee jumping.

Heart!

2010-06-21T20:23:00.003+08:00

Amar is my savior.

-not written by me,of course.sebab amar x appreciate aku.

I Wanna Get In The Midst Of The Fun

2010-06-15T23:11:00.003+08:00

VAMOS, ESPANYOL! QUE LO PUEDES HACER! TE QUIERO! YO VEREMOS TU EN MI NUEVO TELEVISION!!! MANANA!!

WOOT WOOT!

Bestseller.

2010-06-09T23:34:00.015+08:00

There's nothing else she would do now but sigh. Sigh and stare. People might mistaken it for negativity, or even lack of activity, but as the only person with the inside scoop, I can safely beg to differ.

After all, what else would you expect from the person who claimed international stardom with her infamous book, "Procrastinating: The Professional Way of Time Management (Only For People With WTFDIC Attitude)". Needless to say, expected did not cut it, it was rather, wished for.

I daringly asked the author once, during an interview, to choose between intoxication, perspiration and expansion. Her reply, simple. And very short. Because five seconds later the throne in front of me was empty.

To venture a guess, a non-wild intricately-looked-into-guess, I did not dare do.

The same author, also penned the now a compulsory textbook for all medical school; "I Did Not Get Lost On Purpose: An Introduction To A Serious Medical Condition That Has A 60% Curable Chance If You Undergo Extensive Therapy And 40% Chance If You Purchase a Global Positioning System".

Other mentionable bestsellers include:

"I'm A Machine, Oil Me"
"Sex Is Bad, Ask Michael Jackson"
"If I Don't Annoy You That Means I'm Just Not That Into You So Back The F*ck Off"
"What Are You Teaching Me? A Two-Way Life Lesson"
"God Is A Television"
"How To Get That Ringing Noise Out Of Your Head Without Having A Craniotomy"
"Rolling And Laughing But Not On The Floor"

And my personal favourite:

"Selective Hearing And Sights-How To Block Out The, Err, World."

However, I must warn you. With these books do not expect an easy read. Because they were were written in the language of Gibberish.

Of Water Mud and Blood.

2010-06-08T12:16:00.007+08:00

Helena and Paris.

With the needle in her hand, she collapsed face-first in the pool. of Mud. Mud; a slimy, sticky mixture of solid material with a liquid, especially water; soft wet earth, says Merriam-Webster Online dictionary.

If she were to collapsed face-first into a pool of Water- Water; without referring to Merriam-Webster, a substance of liquid, definitely less condensed than mud. Definitely. Density aside, both substance will without a doubt blocked oxygen from reaching into her lungs when she inhaled, if she inhaled.

Now, if she were to collapsed face-first into a hard cemented surface, that would be a case of a broken nose. She might be able to inhaled through her nose, if she inhaled, but the blood from the broken nose will serve the same purpose as the said Mud. So I would say she really fell into a pool of Blood. Blood; density-wise, triumphs Water but loses to Mud (I think).

If she were to collapsed backwards (bear in mind all these collapsing action initiated from a standing position, to maximize the free-fall impact), would she be able to breathe, if she's still breathing? There will not be any obstruction between her nose and mouth from the fresh air.
Unless her head bleeds from the impact, the oxygen will not reach her brain anyway.

Oh wait. There's a needle. Owh. So now it the depends on the substance inside the syringe. Since she is a 'sourceless' individual, lets assume it was air in the syringe. And if I look closely, there is a needle mark on the inside of her elbow! So she shot syringe-ful of air up her veins, which will pop her weak heart, and she would be already not pumping oxygen regardless of how and where she collapsed into anyway.

Sigh.

And all this happened because she didn't listen to her MOTHER.

Moral of the story: Not listening to your MOTHER will kill you.

KITORANG DAH ADE TV, Y'ALL.

2010-05-29T13:00:00.002+08:00

Weh, kalau kau nak call pastu marah-marah baik tak payah sial.bung masa aku la cibai.aku dah malas dah la xpaham-paham ke.

that ends there.

Y'all. I just got meself a television. Am not a shopper meself, but when i do shop it gets real nasty. cash nasty.

can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are shooting stars i could really need a wish right now.

Truckload.

2010-05-26T01:16:00.005+08:00

Listening to: Crybaby-Janis Joplin.

Yesterday I got a call from my mom. She was making little conversations, you know, like tengah buat ape tu dah makan ke belum and mama tengok peti surat tadi ada invitation untuk aion and so on.

Before she ventured on to The Question. Kenapa tak balik weekend?

So I put on my defensive voice and said aion balik la nak tido ampang tapi xde orang kat umah so aion balik la damansara balik. which was only partly a lie. i did went home but just to pick up some underwear and that was it.

so here i am on a weekday, at home with a full stomach and a TV-ful of Astro. Ampang just got sweeter.

Since all my stories has a Greater Purpose in case there are some young absorbing mind reading this and eager to learn something, I've fabricated a Moral for this story. Which is:

1. When you felt reluctant to go to Penang with a group of friends you barely knew and you yourself is not known as a friendly little creature nor do you plan to be one in the near future, even though you think you should go because one of your best friend is having troubled times and you felt obliged to accompany her to a mini-getaway even though in the end she didn't really need you anyway; or another one of you best friends already said please; then don't go. That way you could go home that weekend, and spent the very next weekend guiltless-ly watching DVD with one of the said friends in Rimba.

The consequences of Moral (1.) would be:

a. If you didn't go to Penang, you would miss the chance of seeing your friend Rico, whom you had vague but sweet memories of him driving your black NBP1286 to Midvalley; fat and happy in a pink get-up, with an auspicious looking wife on his side. You would also miss the TurBin joke, which you found really funny and had made you laugh even though you were pretending to be asleep at that time.

b. You wouldn't have Irish Jared IMightHaveAGirlfriedIMightNot's phone number and email in your phone and that Muslim-Christian Dialogue book which you have finished reading and found very very resourceful. And you wouldn't finally watched that famous you talkin' to me scene and New York, I Love You yes I do.

However, if you were to stay in KL that weekend, you might have to see that creepy guy who can practically smell you whenever you're in Ampang.

So, as conclusion; life is full of mundanely insignificant decisions. Which, like a personal shopper, you wish you have someone to decide for you. Or a handy Magic 8-ball.

As pointless as all these might seemed, they actually made sense. As Rahela had once said and I quote,

"Stop fucking dwelling on The Past; but sometimes you still need to twist your neck back because The Past is where you can learn a truckload of shit"
end quote.

ps: Rahela sounds a lot like a redneck but I assure you that she's definitely Not.

2010-05-25T19:10:00.003+08:00

I really have nothing to say. 3 words on top of my head right now; Bland Bland and Bland.

2010-04-29T11:16:00.002+08:00

"One blind eye makes everything fine."
-Rahela.

woohoo!

2010-03-26T01:10:00.002+08:00

I was freakin quoted!

Since I'm not a celebrity/academician/supermodel/politician/famous chef, imagine my surprise when I googled my name and and i found a whole website dedicated solely to me!

Ok fine it's not the whole website. Just a tiny tiny space where they wrote down what I said, along with my name, correct spelling and all. I dont even remember when I said something lame like that, but it was 9 years ago. But they quoted me nonetheless and there were hundreds of other kids, so whatever I won.

Btw, I was googling myself because I was bored no one's at home cant sleep all those things la fuck it I dont need to explain myself to you.

Here's the link. If you have nothing else to do go check it out. The quote is under the academic program.
http://www.trinity.unimelb.edu.au/publications/brochures_handbook/CTSS2005Brochure.pdf

Haha. So the list updated list of things to do before I succumb to Death:

278. get quoted and published in an international website, regardless of the size of the font, how lame is the quote. Regardless of how insignificant-CHECK!

Trolls

2010-03-24T22:39:00.004+08:00

Trolls and tears are everywhere. Makes me love my single-celled existence even more.

Thanks, world, for making me notice you.

dream

2010-03-18T23:57:00.002+08:00

my own philosophy for today:

1. "only men get girl on girl action because girls cant understand each other."

....

im effiing pissed! because this is only the 2nd time i lost a bet! and its my very first slapbet and i lost. and pain infliction is involved! hope my chubby cheeks will come in handy. life's definitely not fair, i can see it clearly now.

2. "never depend on people no matter how well you know them because if you bet something based on what they say, you'll lose terribly and you might lose your money or have handprint on your face."

both time i lost the bet was based on my faith in people. there it goes. my faith in humanity. gone.

3. "letter writing is a route to success"

as soon as i wrote this one i knew i was mistaken. scratch that.

4. "little & big devils are everywhere and the big ones are usually hiding behind frosted glass"

2010-03-16T21:44:00.000+08:00

i was promised something but given something else. im tired. i wanna move away. im oily. im tired. i smell like paint. i want a massage. im satisfied. i wanna sleep like a baby. i wanna be fair. i hate march. im tired. im hungry. i miss life.

2010-03-06T13:54:00.001+08:00

1. The Informant!
2. Nine
3. The Men who Stares At Goats
3. The Boy With Striped Pajamas
4. Legion
5. The Invention of Lying

Out Of Norm

2010-03-06T04:22:00.003+08:00

Lying down on my mom's bed, lights out, fans on and there's a piece of kain batik that hangs on my mom's closet door. The fan keeps blowing to that direction, lifting up the kain batik in the dark, and just now was the 3rd time i got scared shit cause i thought the thing that moved was, er.. something else.

When you're evolving and you know it raise your feet. Clap clap. No, seriously when you're evolving and you know it what are the appropriate steps to take? Especially when you evolve into someone you always imagine yourself not to be. Let's entertain the Darwin theory for a second. The next step of evolution, we will be reversed back to become highly emotional apes.

Hitlist

2010-02-28T02:20:00.004+08:00

List of people I'd like to kill and the reason(s) :

1. Mohd Sham Othman
Reason : (Too personal to expose here.)

2. That guy who invented anti-virus for computers.
Reason : 'Fess up! Since you created the antivirus you must create the virus as well in the first place. I wanna do my work but I cant acces to my documents or my pendrive and I cant event shut down my PC because of your viruses hence I'm here, you motherfucker.

3. That guy who invented credit cards.
Reason : Same reasons with everyone else who wants to kill you. And we are growing in numbers so you better go hide under Scotland Yard or something, you little piece of feces.

4. That guy who discovered Kelantan.
Reason : You'd probably already dead and it is terribly unpatriotic for me to put you on the list, so let me clarify myself by saying that this is totally on the one-sided personal level. But I still want to kill you very badly because if Kelantan did not exist, my mother and sister will NOT be there right now and leave me alone in the house when they absolutely aware that I cant sleep alone when its dark outside and I just have to fucking wait for the first light to hit the ground before I can go to bed and shut my eyes. Now I cant sleep and I cant do my work (refer to reason no.2) hence I'm here writing this sulking letter to no one.

5. The Wolfman
Reason : I havent decided whether you truly exist or fictional but if you ever crossed my path you better run away because you ruined my Benicio.

6. Robert Greene
Reason : Because your laws are ringing in my ear and Im disturbed by some of it. Thus I feel like killing you but before that, can we be friends? I'd like to discuss some of your laws with you over coffee.

7. Alia phelionphelion
Reason : I asked you out for a movie but apparently you're busy trying to kill herself you said so since I'm on a roll here alang-alang I can do it for you as well.

8. That brunette chick from Glee.
Reason : You're annoying. My friend thinks so too.

9. Stanley Tucci's character in The Lovely Bones
Reason : You're creepy and you hurt people.

10. That guy/girl who invented alcohol and sex.
Reason : No reason. I just feel like I owed it to humanity. I just gotta out you in hitlist.

Sulking like a 5-year old,
Ainnur.

2010-02-28T00:40:00.002+08:00

Hah!

Here are the things i learned so far:

A non-deserving 5-minute break is what you get when you slack off. When you dont slack off,
you get nothin at all.

No experience + funds = more jobs.

Cultivate an air of Unpredictability.

When the sun hits you directly in the head and the heat envelops your body it will effect your tounge. Greatly.

Regret is as regret does. Better to have none of it.

Be a sucker to catch a sucker.

Infection : Avoid the Unhappy and the Unlucky

There's a 304 pages, hardcover pictorial book titled History Through Headlines by Igloo Books that sells at RM24.90. Iwanted to pay RM249.

Xboleh tahan tunggu Ezrina start keje!

...

2010-02-15T01:59:00.002+08:00

backache. and in need of advice from Mariam the harami.

The Wolfman, not worth it.

Aiseh.

2010-02-11T00:01:00.002+08:00

Being a total klutz clown that I am Ive forgotten that, besides the super fantastico myprivatelogic, I'm managing another blog under the same account.

Rimbunan Puri Spa Village is actually a cozy little establishment that my mother owns. She relies mainly on mouth-to-mouth marketing, but I was thinking what the heck just publish a blog for those IT savvy aunties out there, it wouldnt hurt.

But hurt me it did. Cibai turns out there are a lot of IT savvy aunties out there. And my mom has secretly promoting this blog as well to her friends. She came home last week and dengan selambanye mentioned that one of her (younger) friends has read myprivatelogic and liked it. I didnt dare to ask what she knows about it and just reply yeke haha and walked off.

Malu weh. Been looking for a way I can hide my own blog from rimbunan puri' s reader. I dont think its doable.

So all of my blogposts after this will be subtle or rainbow-ish. Or I might change or cancel this blog or something. PARENTS SHOULDNT READ THEIR CHILDREN'S BLOGS, it's against the law of nature.

Will do anything in my power to make sure that my mom will not be able to switch on and navigate a PC by herself for the rest of her life.

--

2010-02-07T16:45:00.002+08:00

Problems right left & center. Only up & down are mine.

hopelessly clueless

2010-02-04T21:02:00.004+08:00

They say when you're older you're wiser. I say that is true.

Early this morning when I found out that UP is nominated for best motion picture for the Oscars, I knew today was gonna be weird. Like purse-snatch cases, weirdness comes in bulk.

When I was stuck in the jam on the way to work and saw a guy in the car next to me reading newspaper with "Anwar Buka Tingkap Saiful Buka Baju" as the headlines, my weirdness theory was proven to be true.

I had a whole day meeting today, and my company announces that we have Finance and HR department. Weird!

Dato' K announced that he's resigning and the way he delivered it involved a most peculiar story about principals, planes and holes in the clouds.

Everyone was calling me Ainnur today.

When I was fully concentrating on the direction to go home to KL, I confidently followed Klang signbord and got lost. Then I gave up concentrating and decided to fuck the road and was irresponsibly on the phone with Popo for almost an hour and when I hang up, I found that I was safely home.

Got home and Mama was cooking. Wah!

But the weirdest thing of all is that today, without a reason, I am Happy.

Birthday Post

2010-01-30T11:01:00.002+08:00

I does sound mighty cliche when you hear "OMFG I'm gonna turn so-so in 24 hours I can feel the crowfeet and my ass is sagging my clock ticking biologically like a TNT in a B-grade movie etcetera etcetera..", (in my case it's more like, "Shit I'm turning 25..-stare into space for unlimited amount of time-") but as lame and repetitively annoying to hear it, democraticcaly speaking, when it is YOUR birthday, the dilemmas are real my friends.

Since we live in my world, the rules are set that you ought to asses yourself in a yearly basis when the date that you were born in stares imminently at your weathered face. If you dont it is because a) you are in denial, b) you are in denial, c) you are an alien. It doesn't help being a January baby; where two assessment dates are thrown together in a space of one month. So my clever solution is to adopt 31st January as the New Year's Eve/Birthday, making it doubly pressurizing when it comes to defining your resolutions for the year.

To say that the problems/dilemmas only surface nearer to that particular date is an unfair judgement. But like a box of present you receive only to be opened on your birthday, Jack the clown that has been waiting and luring around in the box rotting away, jumps out and scares the shit out of you. The clown face represents the irony of it all. If only you opened it sooner rather than wait for the day to come, you would have time on your hand to actually counter that element of delayed surprise. When Jack comes out of the box, you would have the liberty to calmly say "hey, I've dealt with you, I've even redesign your stupid face you and almost rename you, anyhoo, it's nice to be officially introduced."

A friend of mine gave his birthday speech a few days back, and it astounded me to find that his speech has no relevance whatsoever if it applies in *my life. He doesn't seem to live in my world. Brutally and honestly speaking, my judgement at that two-glasses-of-wine-clouded moment was that his world seemed like a better one to live in. And two glasses of wine is not that far from reality.

Except for financially, the first half of 2009 has been a shitty year by my standard, but it improved dramatically towards the end (unfortunately, with the financial graph depleting). With a career move that aliens might call a dumb-ass move (but I'm no alien), I hope 2010 starts with a bang. But definitely not in the social area, because fuck it I have no space for personal social life to speak of right now.

My general resolution list will handsomely end this post:

a) to cut down on everything bad,

b) to increase on everything good.

-The N-

Bang-Bang

2010-01-23T16:06:00.002+08:00

Saya sedang menunggu dengan sabarnya untuk filem ini mula ditayangkan. Cepatlah!

Self-help Self.

2010-01-23T05:15:00.003+08:00

If you know yours truly you would know that that this dimension of my bogus shrine is mostly utilize to indulge in self pity.

Self-pity no.1

Sitting on the pooper throne staring at a mosquito on the wall with stripes on its body and legs and its protruding stomach filled with most probably my blood, thinking that if its Aedes and it had bitten me i will not be infected by dengue because the chances that the bug is a carrier is like winning a lottery and baby, i ain’t never that lucky.

Self pity no. 2

Reading Franny and Zoey and stumbling upon a very impressive sounding sentence that can be quoted in daily conversations and immediately make me grow a few inches taller in a certain group of bohemian acquaintances, but given the situation i wont for the life of me manage to remember them, because i aint never cruise that cool.

Self pity no.3

Browsing through other midgets’ and giants’ blogs and not comprehending (or it could be denying) the needs of attention and the needs of achieving a certain level of cooldom-ness, or not at all successful in imagining what kind of dark but flowery thoughts that can run through the complicated maze in their most thickest of skulls, because i aint never be that gel-slick.

*foot note for self pity no. 3 –irrelevantly, when i was swimming in the indulgence mucus, pictures appeared in my heads; the 60’s mainstream Rat Packs of Frank Sinatra, the new millennium Rat Pack of Seth Rogen , the goth group of whatsitsname and the group of undiscovered sensations on Youtube. Like I said, irrelevantly.

Self pity no. 4

Drown me in your arm, your non-hairy arm.

Self pity no.5

Sigh. An occurring dilemma with still no unanimous solution. I am sick and tired and swollen purpled by it. Prince, call me Ann or Nur, because I ain’t Nodt. Nodt has drowned in that non-hairy arm.

Self pity no. 6

Having the guts to proclaimed that, having the guts to resign from a well-loved job is a very gutsy act to undertake. One of the pinnacles to reach in one’s adult life. One to tick off from the Bucket’s List. One to be proud of, when the fact is still that I ain’t that gutsy.

And if you know yours truly, you know i wrote this in a dimension that is reversed.
Yours truly ends this short note with an Evil Hearty Laugh.

ps: kudos to the managementof my new company, for blessing me with DiGi Broadband when both maxis and Celcom has failed me miserably.

The End of A New Era

2010-01-21T14:34:00.002+08:00

Uninspired I have been.
Until now.

When I picked up that new leaf and took a peek at what was behind, I'm telling you, it was dark.
Freaked as I was I dragged on.
Drag and drag and keep dragging some more.
My knees as my witness.
Scraped as they are, scraped as they will always be.
Each spot will pour a different story
The destination is minuscule.

Tapi, now that I'm here
I want to fucking turn back!

Camane nih?

Sigh,
Ann. (it's a long story)

THE END OF COCK-TALKING

2010-01-11T18:15:00.004+08:00

On Friday I'll be going on a company's trip. I'll be sleeping with strangers, waking up early in the morning, participate in activities, and smuggling forbidden drink. I am so psyched, I vow to kill myself if this is just another Kem Bina Semangat.

It will be my last days of cock-talking with them =(

Oh, what would you do if you turn to a Russian guy that you were romantically sociliazing with and said '*Babi la kau' and he understood?

*not an attack on his nationality, just to clear things up for my Russian readers.

2009-10-21T13:21:00.002+08:00

My Nerve is a sanctuary. I will be very pissed off if you step on it.

Structuring Your Day.

2009-10-14T18:14:00.002+08:00

I was on the balcony on the 21st floor, on my ciggie break. Boey walked in.

"So Boey, what is your full chinese name ah?Boey what?" -me
"I'm half Korean actually, so just Boey" -Boey
"Really?" -me
"No la haha" -Boey
"So you're name is just plain weird la?" -me
"........"-Boey

My social misconduct no 2736.

2009-09-03T13:42:00.000+08:00

2009-09-02T13:43:00.000+08:00

Say no to Sydney office.

2009-09-01T13:32:00.001+08:00

I just found out that I have bruises on my knee but none on my heart. What a revelation.

2009-08-26T13:43:00.001+08:00

Nudge.

I love life on weekdays. Weekends..not so much.

I am so full of myself.

2009-04-13T18:24:00.003+08:00

I was in pain, I was restless, I question my very existence. I look at the world but see nothing looking back. I almost gave up! Then I remember a hairy wise old man told me, "When in doubt, search yourself." So I searched myself for the first time...

and find:

Origins of the Ain(n)ur

The Ainur were the first, and mightiest, beings created by Ilúvatar in the depths of time before the beginning of the World. The Ainur were the 'offspring of [Ilúvatar's] thought', and each was given understanding only of that part of the mind of Ilúvatar from which he or she came. The exception to this was Melkor, the greatest of the Ainur, who had a part of the gifts of all the others.

The Ainur were 'kindled with the Flame Imperishable', which can be taken to mean that they were granted free will by their creator. Ilúvatar instructed them in the arts of music, until he brought them together to make the Music of the Ainur; the great song that created the Vision of Ilúvatar and ultimately the real World.

The Ainur and the World

Through the Music of the Ainur, Ilúvatar created a Vision of the World; he showed it to the Ainur, and explained much of its nature and destiny to them - so the Ainur have much knowledge of the World, but are not omniscient. Then, Ilúvatar granted the World true being. Melkor and many of the other mighty Ainur desired to descend into it and form it in readiness for the coming of the Children of Ilúvatar (that is, Elves and Men). These became the beings known as the Valar and the Maiar.

Those Ainur who entered the World at its beginning remain bound to it until its end. Though Melkor was eventually thrown into the Void by the others, he is prophesied to return before the end. Little is known of the ultimate future of the Ainur, even by themselves, but it is said that, after the great battle at the end of the World, they will make a Second, even greater, Music with the Children of Ilúvatar.

...

I thought so, too, Mr Tolkien. Ah I feel so much better.

Twitter-ing.

2009-04-07T21:38:00.002+08:00

Today was confusing. I used 0.3% brain and -4% heart. At this rate I am going, at the end of the week I could turn into a Zombie. A Happy Zombie.

2009-04-07T21:34:00.001+08:00

There's nothing breezier than sitting on a black pedestal with right leg up and the left one down.

ManWhore Wanted.

2009-04-06T19:27:00.004+08:00

"brandy opens the gate of heaven with her 18 year old pussy 30 rock" is what i get when I went to Limewire to search for season 3 of 30 Rock. Haih.

"blonde in thong sucking and fucking flexible mother" first come up when I searched for How I Met Your Mother.

Dont ask what I get when I searched for Secret Diary of A Call Girl.

That was what caused me to buy the whole box of DVD for Entourage season 4. Cost me 70 bucks. I wanted to try using utorrent and whatnot but it is just too much hassle la. But there's an upside to all this incovenience. I have finally watched Paris Hilton and Kim Kardashian sex tape. Thanks Limewire!

Hmm. Another bucket of complaints (Copyright.-Amar Baharudin).

I played computer games for the first time and ended up with aching joint in my hand till now. I played Left For Dead while surveying the Cyber Cafe that was up for sale, and I gotta tell you playing computer games is like taking a step backward in the modern world, where joystick is created and you are still using keyboard. Phish. I have only one word for all of you computer games player, arthritis.

I am running out of work clothes. Have never shopped for them since I started working. I blame the office for not providing enough good looking man-whore for me to dress up for.

I miss 4 years ago, where I always wax and decorated my everything.

Darwin

2009-04-04T09:13:00.004+08:00

Came across this on the news while browsing:

"Jobless American make TV ads pitching themselves for work"

It's a Barney-volution.

I had fun last night. I slept throughout the movie, but it was still fun nonetheless. Something queer happened yesterday night though. We were hungry so we stopped at a quirky burger stall that didnt only provide beef and chicken burger and the occasional banjo and hotdog, but also prawn, fish, rabbit and deer burger. Upon reading the sign menu, I felt a rush of cold blood rushing from my feet to my head and I literally almost fainted.

Queer, innit?

2009-04-03T01:23:00.000+08:00

Reader

2009-04-01T19:38:00.003+08:00

I dont care what most of you think, but I love Watchmen. For the very reasons why most of you hated it. It was long, which makes it worth my money, rich and complex. Dr. Manhattan choice of nudity makes me think, if God should decide what He should wear, what do you think He would wear? Exactly.

The Reader is one of the best movies I've watched in a long time, hands down. The next ten Oscars should be given to Kate Winslet based on that performance alone. She's an actress in a way that Angelina Jolie is a superstar. I cried just watching her facial expression. I couldnt imagine other actress in that role, not even Nicole Kidman with a plastic nose. Crossing my fingers for more great movies this year.

2009-03-31T20:13:00.003+08:00

You know what works the best in life? Lies. Whoever says that honesty is the best policy lives in the world of denial, hipocracy, idiocracy and err, sissies.

So lets lie, everyone! Let us lie!

2009-03-30T00:38:00.005+08:00

I love you, Paul Rudd.

I've gotten stuck in an elevator, have you?

2009-03-29T23:17:00.004+08:00

I was wearing short skirt when the elevator broke down in between Ground floor and level 1 and I had to step onto Shabir's knee to climbed up, and even though my inside was yelling at those other 11 people whom we were trapped with to nevermind me, just go ahead and get the hell outta here before I do so that I dont have to climb up gracefully, ( which is impossible to do so no matter what attire you have on, especially short skirt), naturally in this dire consequences (and one I was last hoping for), the gentlemen showed amazing Malaysian traits of politeness, (kasi perempuan keluar dulu, suruh perempuan panjat dulu), since I am a lady and lady is always first, I had to climb out before them and risk the exposure of my rear end to strangers.

My only consolation is that Shabir's broad shoulder was enough to block the view of my broad butt (hopefully).

I hope you know the moral of the story is. If you dont, it's :

"Use the stairs even if it is not Earth's Hour."

-Fin-

Stole this from someone's blog

2009-03-23T23:08:00.001+08:00

Ngee. That was fun.

2009-03-01T22:34:00.003+08:00

You can ONLY answer Yes or No!

You are NOT ALLOWED to explain ANYTHING unless someone messages or comments you and Asks!Now, here's what you're supposed to do... And please do not spoil the Fun. Copy and paste this into your notes , delete my answers and type in your answers. Then see what happens.

Kissed any one of your facebook friends? YES

Been arrested? NO

Kissed someone you didn't like? YES

Slept in until 5 PM? YES

Fallen asleep at work/school? YES

Held a snake? NO

Ran a red light? YES

Been suspended from school? YES

Totaled your car/motorbike in an accident? NO

Been fired from a job? NO

Sang karaoke? YES

Done something you told yourself you wouldn't? YES

Laughed until something you were drinking came out your nose? YES

Caught a snowflake on your tongue? NO

Kissed in the rain? NO

Sang in the shower? YES

Sat on a rooftop? YES

Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes? YES

Broken a bone? NO

Shaved your head? NO

Blacked out from drinking? NO (way)

Played a prank on someone? YES

Felt like killing someone? YES

Made your girlfriend/boyfriend cry? NO

Had Mexican jumping beans for pets? NO

Been in a band? NO

Shot a gun? YES

Tripped on mushrooms? YES

Donated Blood? YES

Eaten alligator meat? NO

Eaten cheesecake? YES

Loved someone you shouldn't? NO

Think about the future? YES

Believe in love? YES

Sleep on a certain side of the bed? NO

Here's another one:

1. What is your name : AINNUR

2. A four Letter Word : ARGH

3. A boy's Name : AIZAT

4. A girl's Name : AINUR

5. An occupation : ARTIST

6. A color : APPLE GREEN?

7. Something you'll wear : ANYTHING

8. A type of food : ARABIAN

9. Something found in the bathroom : AIR

10. A place : AMPANG

11. A reason for being late : ASSTOOBIG

12. Something you'd shout : ARGH!

13. A movie title : AMERICAN BEAUTY

14. Something you drink : AIR

15. A musical group : AEROSMITH

16. An animal : AYAM

17. A street name : AMPANG

18. A type of car : ANTIQUE

19. The title of a song : A LITTLE LESS CONVERSATION

I tag Farah, Ezrina, Alia, people with insomnia and those 100++ secret admirers who hit my blog everyday.

Thanks For Calling Back

2009-02-28T02:40:00.004+08:00

Listening to:
Angus Frasier - Three

There are moments in time where flatlining is everything you will ever experience. If you have lived for a quarter of a century, those moments should represent only a fracture of the time, with the existence of electrical pads that can jerk the line back up/down. But what if the electric pad has its own flatlining life? What should carry the burden/responsibilities of acting as a double flatliners booster? What if the flatline is made of the hardest substance on earth? I'm starting to lose sights of the things that was most essential, those very things that flatlined my most flatline life, only to be jerk around again. On the contrary, though, I am taking the reserved liberty to exercise the right to hustle the line vigorously, they way a piece of cloth is shaken in the air before drying, so that it will be more manageable, preparing it on a flat surface, for a smooth ride of a hot iron.

I can never be certain of the real status of my line since my perceptive, my understanding and my expression are three different aliens that always varied, and never the same. Call it contradicting, adjusting, or acting dumb, the valid reasons for it are placed here, here being a palace of invincible invisibility. I loathe the thought of discovering something discovered, for there cannot be anything more fucking stupid than that (think d'oh on replay for the rest of eternity), and in the most natural scenario such as this, instead of a blue-moonish rare cases, do'h on replay is already playing at the back of your mind, and they are plenty of them in multiples of layers, stacked and tucked neatly on the shelf labelled "Succesfully Ignored" along with the multilayer stacks of fuck! and ouch! in replay. The shelf is there for a reason. So are the other shelves. However, my favourite shelf, the one that directs endorphins, yielded the illusion of pure joy, and allows self-sacrifice, has no label.

TBC.

QT

2009-02-27T00:18:00.005+08:00

Listening to:
Prince- Kiss

If you were wondering why Brad Pitt suddenly donne that ridiculous moustache, here's a very valid reason:

A remake. In Tarantino We Trust.

Vote Or Die!

2009-02-26T22:13:00.006+08:00

Listening to:
Adam Lambert-Satisfaction

Hey, do you watch South Park? Good. Because I do, too. And when you do what I do you're automatically a genius.

You know at times you would feel or think or have an opinion of a certain topics, but often than Nodt (haha) you would find yourself struggling to put them in simpler, layman, more fathomable words.

Until you watch South Park, that is.

That's Puff Daddy, ya'll.

In the episode of Vote or Die, where Stan has to choose to vote either A Giant Dush or A Turd Sandwish as a school mascot, I find that there is no clearer way to convey a message the way an episode of South Park does. Stan thinks voting is great, but he's questioning why he should even vote for anyone at all if he had to choose between a dush and a turd, and the answer given by the animal-marrying PETA member couldnt get any simpler: "Stan, dont you know, since the beginning of time, you always have to choose between a giant dush a turd sandwish. They are the only ones who sucked up enough to make it in politics."

Haha. Great fun. Can all of life's mysterious questions have answers as simple as that? Can we erase the grays between the blacks and the whites?

It is true in a way, though. Lets think, is there ever a time in any election where you have to put your hands on your head and shake it hard enough while trying to decide whether to vote for the guy whould be Awesome, or the guy who would be Great? Is there ever?

Anyways, the answer is yes.

Did you watch American Idol Season 8 Top 36? My hands were on my head shaking and figuring out whom I should cast my vote for out of all the Awesomes and the Greats, even though l cant dial that 1-866 numbers to vote because I dont live in America and I thank god for that, that would be a very, very difficult decision to make. I told my sister about this dilemma that I have, and she said that I am stupid in the most amazing way.

Then I smacked her in the head with the Astro remote control.

Award Seasons.

2009-02-23T22:37:00.004+08:00

Listening to:
The Motherfucking Liar- Tomorrow, Tomorrow! I Give You, Tomorrow!

I got all excited during award season every year, but I missed the Oscar this morning. I was too busy being 'sick' and being a PI. Ive been dying to see Hugh Jackman as the host. I'll try to catch the re-run. No surprises in all the winners though, especially Kate Winslet and Sean Penn, even though I was rooting for Mickey Rourke to win Best Actor. Now that he did not win, maybe they can sign him up for Ironman 2 after all, ha.

Every year I would need someone to share this excitement with and my victim, naturally, is Shabir. I even dragged him to watch Doubt and felt him fidgeting and clammering and one time even snoring on his seat while trying hard to keep the 'yes-I-am-enjoying-this-movie-even-if-you-are-not-forcing-me-to' look on his face. But voluntarily, he does love Slumdog. For obvious reasons (mostly patriotic).

So now that the season is over, I'll wait till next year for me to remind Shabir again of what all the award means and to pop quiz him on the answer. (Grammy is for music, Oscar is for movies, Emmy is for TV, Golden Globe is for both, SAG is for blabla...) It's our annual tradition.

And I love doing this 'cause I would feel superior and I think it is effing cute that even after four years he never had once got it right.

Quick One

2009-02-21T01:31:00.005+08:00

I watched Revolutionary Road and throughout the movie my head felt like it was filled with plumbum. I am too young to have seen that. Kate Winslet was so intensed! It should have a huge warning before the movie that says "For 35 years and above only or for anyone who has no faith whatsoever in marriage, cheers!".

Brad Pitt captivated me in Benjamin Button and annoyed me in Burn After Reading. Which only means he's doing things right. Slumdog Millionaire's true star besides Danny Boyle is the little Jamal.

The Wrestler was sweaty. The Reader was Amazing.

Grindhouse and Planet Terror, and now I can't hardly wait for Inglourious Basterds.

I'm In Love With Myself.

2009-02-21T00:24:00.003+08:00

Listening to :

The Rain- I Shall Giveth Thou Flu.

I feel like, um, a gangster smuggler.

Wassup Bradah!

Arini gua bengang gile dowh. Kalau abang gua tu tak la bengap sangat sampai Central Plaza pun tak tau kat mane, sekarang ni gua tengah tulis blog guna Sony Viao kaler merah kot. Gua xpedulik la ape bende pun spec dia yang gua tau die kaler merah. Hot sial.
Oh shit this does not work ill stop now.

Tomorrow is Judgement Day. Tomorrow decides whether or not I can sleep at night. Tomorrow my burden thoughts will either fly away or crushed me down to the ground. Tomorrow Ill be in sickness or in health, poorer or richer, till death do I part. Tomorrow I'll be a king or I'll be a peasant.

I have mixed feelings today. I was an executive, a dealer, a liar and a saint, i doubt, i believe, i relaxed and i tensed, i pitied and was disgusted, i inhale too much smoke, and i was a private investigator.

After work my brother picked me up and we met up with Shabir and Epi at mamak's and inhale smoke for 3 straight hours. We were talking and fuming and discussing and it was so much fun but at some point we had to stop because i wanted to poo.

I cant do it in public places.

I forgot I had a farewell party to go to.

I love American Idol.

I had a fried hotdug bun for lunch.

Im writing ainlessly.

It was so cold in the office I shall bring my fake Louis Vuitton shawl.

Lastly, I want to kill my uncle-in-law. Stab him in the heart with a 12th century twisted poison dagger.

2009-02-18T22:47:00.005+08:00

Listening to :
The Coackroach - I'm Crawling Towards You Get Out Of The Way.

Haha.

Hey.

You know what Im not easily stressed out since I can't hold a thought or focus long enough on something to let it ever weigh on me and Ive always think of myself as floating on the surface and never really diving or flying because if I dive I might meet up with a white shark and if I fly a plane might hit me, even when I am diving head first into a pool of sharks and flying and soaring high in the warry sky I would always think Im still floating on the surface of calm waters with my face exposed to the air and my legs dangling underwater or even the other way around where my face would be totally underwater and I can see the floor of the ocean and I can feel the air breezes over my ass and I would stay that way forever and just concentrate on the breeze and waves which were rally sharks and planes, and I could really do that, since I am a good floater (and swimmer).

Well darlings Im stressed out now.

Hey Friday, I need you!

Epi asked me to take care of a baby tiger named (not by me of course) Pinky. I just have to pay some cash for licence and I can tick check on the box next to 'Slept With a Tiger' on my 'Things To Do Before I Die' list. I'm still considering though what if I killed him like I killed the rest of my shortlived pet?

2009-02-16T22:20:00.002+08:00

I feel skinny nowadays.

And agitated,
giddy,
agitated, agitated, agitated, agitated, agitated, agitated, agitated, agitated, agitated, agitated, agitated, agited, agitated, agitated, agitated, AGITATED!
to the point where agitated doesn't even sound like a word anymore.

Why, I hear you ask?

You didn't ask, did you?

I feel giddily agitated.
Agitatedly giddy.
And skinny.

If I knew how to correctly spell the sound of an evil laugh, I would spell it here. But this is a monstrously agitated laugh that Im having it's un-spell-able.

I even feel like all bones when all I am is all wobbly fat. Agitated. What's another word for agitated. I am too agitated to think.

Awh, seriously agitated. Without help of any substance. I see two monitors.

*hopping*

Stop asking why, will you?

I can get cheap iPhones. Shabir's going to Iran. These aren't even the reasons. Since when do I care about mobile phones? I am an old soul. N ninety-what?

Agitated.

Hope and Dreams and Ecstasy.

2009-02-15T22:34:00.003+08:00

These last two days had been nothing but a roller coaster on Ecstasy. Draining, pressurized, but hopeful and happy. Pray I'll still be alive tomorrow.

There are so much things to hope for, I'm barely surfacing.

I was blessed with a Very Thoughtful Little Gift from Shabir and there I thought we weren't celebrating. I swear I loathe to be stationed in that position.

So sing along, people:

I was an idiot
I said I was a goddamm idiot.

Chris can admit it, so can I.

Menakutkan.

2009-02-09T00:58:00.005+08:00

Aktiviti hari ini:

Bangun pukul 12. Went for a friends wedding. While at the wedding, something very dramatic happened. I repeat; Very Dramatic.

I was eating and talking and laughing having a good time with Shabir disscussing what menu I want for my own wedding (fish fingers and tropical juice, that's it. it's a bring-your-own-food beach wedding), when we caught a glimpse of the last person, two of them, we expected to be there.

On my right, is the figure of Shabir's father with Suhail (Shabir's one-year-old nephew) in his arms, walking slowly towards us. On my left I saw shabir's MOTHER, walking n slow motion also towards us with fire blazing up to high heaven behind her with a thunderous sound of of a thousand wild lions.

I was trapped in a trap made not from this world. Nor the upper world.

All that came up from our mouths was Shit! and more Shit!.

We've been going out for four years, we imagined and and played it out in our heads of what we would do if we bumped into them, and bumped into them we did for the first time, in MY friend's wedding. Pfft. I guess some things you just wont be ready for.

Naturally, I didnt want to be there when the two meet up in the middle, so Shabir got up and stalled the father. I turned to Hajar's, who was very understanding; she immediately said, "Cepat! Masuk rumah aku. Aku sorokkan kau." I had to hide in the house for twenty minutes before I got bored and summoned the courage to craned my neck outside the gate to look for Shabir and the minute I did I realise that the Mother was sitting at the nearest table and she already spotted me and was givin me the Stare. I felt the burn on the side of my head and pulled my neck back in.

If I were to dress up for Halloween this year, I already know what Im going to be.

Phew. What a day.

Aktiviti lain hari ini semuanya sangat biasa dan normal dan unmentionable jika dibandingkan dengan adrenalin rush yang aku kecapi di wedding tersebut:

Watched The Wrestler. Lots of Marissa Tomei's breasts. Heart-wrenching performance by Mickey Rourke.
Melawat Nilda di hospital.
Did stupid things in a wheelchair.
Eat for free in Asia Cafe.
Finally took a carton of Dunhill from Amar Baharudin (ingat birthday present rupenye kene bayar).
Picked Kina up from Bangsar.
Shabir asked me to say iloveyou and I did.

Tu je lah.

Make Trade Fair

2009-02-07T03:34:00.005+08:00

Apsal kau tak kawen dengan aku je? Will pun boleh la. 2nd wife pun I'll take it.

On a totally unrelated thought: Lelaki yang pukul perempuan sampai patah tangan and tengkuk = binatang haram. Ada dua je binatang haram dalam dunia ni. And I'm talking about the one with the upturn nose.

Good F*@$#in' Morning!

2009-02-05T22:10:00.003+08:00

Im not a morning person. Getting up in the morning for me is like having the same feeling as being dragged on under a bus after you've been hit while crossing the road in front of Puduraya on the crowded eve of Hari Raya and the bus only slowed down to eventually and partially release your Tangled Lifeless Corpse from the front tyres when it hit the 6 o'clock traffic in front of Berjaya Times Square and still the pieces of your body is continually being dragged on by the middle and back tyres until it reaches Dewan Bahasa bit by bit slowly, according to the rhythm of the bumper-to-bumper traffic and all the while the pieces of you that was scattered along the road are being pancake'd beyond recognition by ongoing motorcyclist and lorries and cars and other busses, and possibly, a 16-wheelers.

It is a challenge just to get out of bed.

Luckily for me, I have found a (rather meek) solution. I have a new sound for my phone alarm, Requiem for A Dream. I prefer this particular song because it took a while to get to the middle, loud, inspiring part, which spares me more snoozing time, instead of using the normal alarm sound that always woke me up in a jerk, and I would end up pressing the snooze button only to be woken up rudely again in every five minutes,only to have me banging on the snooze button again, and this cycle would end in the total time of 30-45 minutes.

So, Requiem For A Dream (the orchestra version) approximately gives me 20minutes of uninterrupted sleep and provide me with time to adjust to the thought of waking up and getting the fuck out of bed. I feel like slowly raising from the place that I laid down on and marching on to fight battles alongside Gandalf the White or marching on with your friend to sell your mother's TV set to get a fix of drugs (depending on which movies you last watched when you hear the song, LOTR or Requiem for a Dream, or somemovie else).

I wish I can skip Mornings.

You know what I mean?? (read in desperate tone)

He's Just Not That Into You

2009-02-03T11:44:00.002+08:00

This looks fun. And the cast ensemble is great. I wanted to watch this movie, but I mistakenly bought How To Lose Friends and Alienate People,which really was nothing but annoying.

Hey, Bride Wars. It was heaps and heaps and heaps of pure fun! Go watch it. It was like Kate Hudson and Anne Hathaway feed off of each other. Heaps and heaps of fun!