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Wednesday, July 06, 2011

Over Gchat today, my friend told me this....

Him: you know something
       i think you are next on the list, just right behind my mom and my gfs.. who is very influential in my life
       for better or for worse, i think tania has lots of influence over what i do/how i think..
=)
me:  maybe i scold you too much
 
Him: for my good
       just a different perspective
       of looking at things
 
Day in day out I do find myself listening to people's problems and giving them a piece of my mind (which usually involves me telling them off...but hey they keep coming back!)
Be it about life, love, relationships, disputes with friends, apartment hunting...you name it, I've heard it all.
Some of them even includes daily updates and strategizing (ie. text/email composition) to try and snag some girl.
 
Maybe it's time I turn "my talent" (not that I have any, I just take after my mother's naggy / no-nonsense ways) into a money making machine.
 


Friday, June 24, 2011

I go on Facebook and all I see are wedding pictures and baby pictures. Omgggg!!

I guess that's what happens when you're at "that age" and all your peers are getting hitched and pro-creating.

Sometimes it's nice to look at pretty wedding pictures, but seeing pictures of lil babies all over the place is just a little surreal like oooooohh whattttt? Dude we're freaking old! Dah jadi mak orang siot! Boleh masuk category orang panggil "aunty" hahaha!

 


Wednesday, February 02, 2011

I tak mati lagi.....I just have a lot of things going on right now.

 


Thursday, January 13, 2011

I'm so fucking exhausted and I'm happy to be sitting on my couch wearing only my underwear. All that burden of lugging a coat, scarf, hat, gloves and not to mention being confined in long sleeved tops and tights probably took it's toll on me.

**big sigh**

Just now in a pretty empty subway car, I heard someone cough violently and the first thing that I did was look the other way, while thinking to myself "Damn homeless drunks! Spreading their diseases on the subway!"

A few moments later, I heard a plastic bag filled with stuff drop on the floor, then a lady called out loudy "Sir!! Sir!! Are you alright sir??"

I turned around to see that the guy who had been coughing was actually a white-collar well-dressed guy and he looked like he had just passed out in his seat and dropped the Duane Reade (a drugstore) plastic bag he was holding.

The lady continued to call out loudy "Sir?? Sir??"

Few seconds later the guy seemed to have regained consciousness and sat up straight. He said that he was fine, and that he had just came from the doctors, and perhaps the medication he just took or whatever sickness that he had was causing him to feel really weak and drowsy. He told her not to worry as he was getting off the next stop anyway.

The lady was really concerned and advised him to hold the railing when taking the stairs, and just take it slow and easy.

All I could think about during that time was how kind and sweet this lady was, and how I have somehow turned into a heartless jaded New Yorker. You get so used to hearing people coughing violently in the subway (homeless guys who are high/drunk) and you learn how to ignore it. You get so used to people begging for money on the subway cars or platforms (half of which are probably scams or just people lazy to get a real job) and you learn how to ignore it. It's really sad when genuine cases (such as this guy) get ignored because of the excessive amount of incidences where you're better off tuning everything out.

 


Tuesday, December 28, 2010

I've lived in the US for > 7 years and I've never lost one side or both sides of my gloves ever.

Until today.

I just realized one side of my dark purple Coach leather gloves is MISSING!!!!!!

Nooooooooooooooooooooo!!!

Where the hell is it??? I swear I had it on the whole day (or else my fingers would have fell off) and I only just realized it was missing as I walked past my dining table, where its other half is sitting.

ARGHHHH FREAK WTF?!

It's a good thing I still have my camel colored leather gloves to get me through winter.....aih~

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Latest update: FALSE ALARM

Turns out my friend took my gloves by mistake =_=

Anyhoo we experienced a bad ass snow storm on 2 days ago, so yesterday I went out to experience and photograph the aftermath of the storm.
I usually avoid walking around unnecessarily after a snow storm because the the roads are cold, my feet gets NUMB, and the snow can be knee high without you realizing it (yeah, I stepped onto pristine looking snow not knowing just how deep it was and wtf my whole entire leg sank in). Not to mention it is slippery and puddles of old snow are completely gross ewww~

This looks like a scene from the apocalypse.

 

Columbus Circle......unrecognizable! Where's the pool of water (for the fountain), and where are the benches??
This is what it looks like sans snow. 

 

 

Anyway I made it all the way to Central Park, and boy was it crowded over there! A lot of people were there to sled down the hills (which I have never done before)....but I don't understand why old people were walking around the park? It's so slippery you could easily slip and fall! (Like one old lady did in front of me)

 

This was probably the highlight of my day! Street art at its finest, by 2 British tourists.

 

That's me struggling to walk straight with the strong wind blowing. I couldn't feel my toes or fingers then :\

 

Ah babi la sejuk nak mampossss~

 



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