Naughty Chilies

Notice those tiny red weapons of mass destruction up there?

Well i was stir frying the portable family a vegetable dish earlier this evening, see. So i chopped the usual: onion, garlic & of course, it wouldn't be complete without dropping in some good ol' tiny chillies. I plopped two into the wok, along with a lil hint of black pepper and generous splash of tabasco sauce. Heheh. Sounds evil i know. Well i have a reputation to live up to too, y'know.

My faith in karma really hit me hard this time. I had the most irksome itch right up the left rim of my nose.

It came, then it went away.
Came again, then went away again.
Itch, no itch.
On, off.

OK so you get the picture. Simultaneously, i was unable to resist my temptation and gave my nose a long, hard scratch.

Ahh~ nothing more soothing than a nose job.

Soon i realised that while i had managed to give my nose a top-rated treatment, i certainly failed to do so on the hand-washing department. Within a split second my nose was engulfed with inferno.

PADAS TU BAYI!

Translation: Damn that's hot!
[NB: not a literal translation.]

So i rubbed my nose again, hoping that it would rub the the heat off. And this time, much more furiously & rapidly. Yes i know what you're thinking - It will only trigger the heat on both sides this time instead of making it dissapear. But you know what? You're wrong. HAH!

Because it did not trigger the heat. It burnt my friggin nose you silly you.

There i attempted in cooling it by washing it off but i couldn't tolerate the shame in stepping out of my room with two very enlarged nostrils. What on earth was David Meera's dad gonna think of me now? I've mutated into a hippopotamus. That's what. Hmph.

Speaking of chilli spots, i remember one of my loony mates, the queen of klutz, Mrs.KL, preparing us some chilli corn carne on one drunken nite. Then as she was amidst of dicing the tiny chilli padies, i assumed that the booze was pounding against her bladder. So she made a dash outta the kitchen towards the loo. When she came back she was fanning her fanny like crazy.

"Chibai kia! My chibai so hot!"
[NB: chibai = fanny]

Never fail to crack me up whenever that tragedy comes to mind.

But then again, who am i to judge anyway? I torched my nostrils too. Pfft.

Need a green tea break. Oh apparently this article here from The Age reported some really good stuff about tea enthusiasts: that it would help prevent alzheimer's disease. Hooray for me! Alas the beginning of my journey to repairing my memory, which has an attention span of a goldfish.

Of course, other measures include washing hands thouroughly after every chilli operation.

More Less Action

mp3:
Lamb - Gabriel
Bent - Swollen
Pink Martini - Sympathique
Digby Jones - Pina Colada [Jazz Mix]
Deep & Wode - Easy Rider

A very tiring week indeed. Been running around like a lost hyenna getting the major marketing project, which is to establish a company that produces a breakfast cereal package. How exciting. Also, been doing tons of researching on some Australian company for the major accounting project. Then there's business law e-quizes and such. So there, the academic side of my life. I told you i haven't been partying 24/7. Now that we've sorted that loud & clear, let's shove it out of the way, shall we? Very happy to put that aside.

Had a wonderful time last nite. Good music, good buzz. Definitely paid-off all that hard work and brain racking sessions. Thanx again to the man, the lovely David Meera. I owe you one buddy. Will definitely return the favour fairly soon. Us mad pricks have to stick together, y'know.

Then of course, there's the unforgettable and perhaps, embarrasing highlight when my klutzy hormones kicked in and caused me to smack this lesbian chick in the face.

Whoops!

OK so here's the nitty-gritty scoop. A couple of weeks ago when the gang went to The Family for a fren's b'day celebratoin, this lady, Ms.M, who was dancin in front of me pointed out how groovy my hat was. So i was like, yeah ok thanx mate. Then she kept goin on and on about how unique it was and how she much she admires it.

Get over it woman. It's just a friggin barette.

So the usual: nod, nod, smile, smile. My mind was screaming to get on dancing coz the buzz was really working its way into the system. Then after what seemed like a desperate urge to get it out, she gushed, "Can i just say how incredibly gorgeous you are?"

*Gulp!*

I didn't know where to look. I was torn between embarassment, flattery and extreme awkwardness. So i squaked a timid, "You too," to which i got a reply, "Thank you. Say how come i've never seen you around before?"

It was really tempting to blurt out, "Coz you didn't look hard enough." But of course, that would lead to a whole different story now, wouldn't it?

So i just shrugged politely, excused myself & made a dash towards the loo only to crack up laughing on my own.

I GOT PICKED UP BY A HOT LESBIAN!

Man if i were gay i'd be all over her. Yes she was pretty. Tall and blonde. Thankfully we don't have to worry about that department though. Then i shared this story with David Meera whom, as expected, made some really nasty comments which i am in no hurry to disclose here. LOL.

Wortsits.

I don't know why i said that either. Just felt like it. Hee haw.

So back to last nite's agenda. The same chick, Ms.M, was chattering to me about some things i can't make out clearly what because:
1. Music was blaring hard & loud.
2. Buzz was distorting my senses.

Oh hold the phone. *Ponders hard* Right, it was about how she chose to wear glasses that night instead of contacts because she couldn't be bothered to have them on. After all, i wear them, she said.

Wow. Am i THAT big on influencing people? Yipes.

Then at one point, she shielded the left side of my view with her hand to mock the other two ladies at the corner who were all over each other. So i did this gesture of waving the thought out of my head coz i obviously have seen more than where that came from. Y'know, the 'whatever-man-i-don't-give-a-damn' wave. Unfortunately, the timing was perfect. Why? Because as i was doing that, Ms.M bent over to say more things [coz the lady is damn tall]. That's when i slapped her - by accident. So you can imagine the horrific look on both our faces: hers from bewilderment, mine from embarassment.

Sor-rey!

So shit. So malu la.

But then again, oh well. It's not like it mattered anyway. Just at that time when her ex-girlfriend gave me a long & cold glare. WHAT?! Think i'm gonna court your lady? Pfft.

No really, PFFFTTT.

OK retreating to the books again. Just thought i'd amuse you with that little tale there. Take care, all you beautiful people.

Alive and Kicking

After what seemed like forty-eight hours worth of agony and sheets upon sheets of kleenex, i finally got what i wished for:

I'M CURED BABY!

Hooray fer me, beetch. *mwahzz* me.

OK obviously the fever got to me brains, which is, by the way, at the size of a shrivelled green pea.

See, the deal was, i vowed to Ms.YK, who insisted on paracetamols or neurofens, that i would gain full recovery by today. Being the stubborn cow that i am, i strongly objected the idea of turning to chemicals as my system is already fully loaded with them. The last thing i need is just more toxic in my body. So i made an oath that i would not rely on such medicines; that i would put my immune system to a test with the aid of drug-free herbal pain killers and spirulina tablets.

And boy did it work wonders for me. Gulped down plenty of water with four of the gigantic herbal medicine and ten spirulinas. Topped it off with a nutritious cereal beverage and a good nite's sleep. Wa lah~ I'm healthy again the minute i opened my oversized-but-half-blind eyes.

No mucus.
No chest pains.
No panda eyes.
No migraines.

I'm as good as new!

Except for that bit of being half-blind. I wonder if eating three kilos of raw baby carrots could do the trick. Hmm... Oh and also, i haven't missed [and i don't intend to] any of my fasting days too.

So, am i not an inpiration to you already? Hyuk hyuk hyuk!

Buzzaway

Well, well, well. This is rather contradicting:

"Israel�s Justice Ministry announced this week that people caught in possession of up to five ecstasy pills will no longer face prosecution, and explained that the change is �a case of adapting legislation to meet reality� (Ha'aretz, Jerusalem).

"... possession of even one pill will still be technically a crime and explained the new category of �personal use� is designed to distinguished between users and suppliers...

"The change coincided with the publication of a report in the UK by leading civil liberties organisation Transform which predicted that all drugs will be legalised in the UK by 2020."

Courtesy of: ITM News - Israel decriminalises ecstasy

My general opinion is that, there is never a fully beneficial outcome to every story. There has to be pros & cons. Tradition, i suppose. Or rather, that's just the way things work. We can't always choose to be biased & naive & ignorant. Surely severe consequences would have to be dealt with if that were the case. The reality is that, in the clubbing scene, the usage of drugs is inevitable. It will get circulated, one way or the other. So what's the point in trying to turn a blind eye?

On the other hand, however, the tragic case of the 'Red Mitsubishis' [girl died by dropping half of the tablet containing PMA] reflected the dangers of consuming party drugs. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out why they were made illegal in the first place. Therefore, the only possible solution is to ensure that the eckies are of laboratory-tested MDMA & not just from some dodgy garage ensemble.

Images extracted from erowid

Common form of impurities include micro-sized glass bits, rat poison & whatnots. One of my mates in KL once found himself staring at a wire upon snapping the eckie in half. Must be some cheapskate deal.

More info & on drugs and such on the ever-popular erowid site. Also, more reasons to believe why anyone of reasonable intelligence ought to avoid them chemicals.

NB: Whilst care has been taken to preserve the relevance of the presented facts, the disclaimer shall hold no responsibility should the reader abuse the delivered information as the main purpose of context is to educate & entertain.

Heyfever

OK OK so you got me! What more can you ask for? Leave me aloneee!!!

*WAARTCHOOO!*
*Sniff! Snort! Sniff!*

Damn pollen grains.

Woke up this morning with a throbbing head.
Looked in the mirror with puffy eyes.
Breathed in with a heavy chest & stuffed nose.

Uh-oh. Mrs.VY's tale of chronic hayfever during her first stay in spring-seasoned Canada struck me. I had the same symptoms. Drat! It's now back to sweaters and jumpers and two layers of socks and whatnots. Oh the glory of being ill.

Now i really wished i was back home. Where mother would make me all sorts of appetizing dishes because when i am ill, i loose my appetite pretty badly. Then father would give me a soothing head massage and both would ensure that i do not get out of bed [excludes loo visits of course] by getting brother to guard me. Then it's DVD marathon all the way.

Yes, I know what you're thinking - spoiled brat.

But i can't help it. I'm so used to being pampered when i'm unwell. *sigh!* Now i wish i have a boyfriend who will bring me abalone porridge & McD's filet-o-fish & warm vanilla malt milk & black forest cheesecake. Heheh... what a way to boost the lost appetite ;p

Oh well. I just need to be a big girl, for once. But man do i miss my family. This fever bullshit is making me feel super depressed too. Plus, my body's burning as we speak. Better check temperature now.

*licks index finger before placing it at the hips*

*sizzle-sizzle!*

Yup, it's official. I am one hot sick chick.

Ramadhan

"The bazaars in Brunei are bustling again with Muslims shopping for delicacies and food before breaking fast in the Holy month of Ramadhan."

Courtesy of: Sunday Borneo Bulletin.

Boo Hoo! i'm missing out! =,(

Mothball versus Scissors

"CHONGQING - Residents of a remote village in south-west China have been baffled by a strange phenomenon for the past 32 years - holes appearing mysteriously in clothes and fabric that are not worn on the body."

i thought of mothballs at this stage, until...

" 'We tried all sorts of things, hid the clothes in the cupboard, put them at the head of the bed, but the holes kept appearing for no reason. However, the people soon noticed that clothing that was worn on the body did not get unexplained holes appearing in them,' according to Madam Peng."

OK so maybe wearing all seven underwears in one day, layers upon layers with the 'Monday' for Mondays inside first, followed by 'Tuesday' for Tuesdays over the Monday layer, and so on, will probably get in the way of the farmer's comfort when they're out harvesting their crops.

"Panic soon spread among the people in the small village, some of whom then decided to pack up and leave."

New neighbour: So what brings you to this village?
Former Chongqing resident: Here no need to worry about holes in my crocodiles.

"Mostly illiterate, the villagers at that time thought evil spirits were at work and called in a medium to exorcise the spirits."

Devil at work - *Snip! Snippity! Snip! Snip! Snip!* "Nyahaha!"

"An expert believed the mysterious holes were probably the result of movements in the earth's magnetic field that were caused by environmental changes, the report said."

Man i adore the paranormal world.

Maybe i have lost it. Been tripping for three days in a row. Hence the mocking attitude. Anyway, the story is in courtesy of today's issue of Singapore's The Straits Times, 'Mystery of the holes in clothes'.

On a more serious note, maybe this would enlighten my doubts about eBay:

"... the teenager topped up his pocket money to the tune of �45,000 by preying on unsuspecting bargain hunters on the internet auction site eBay. He offered non-existent electrical items for sale on the site and squirrelled some of the money buyers handed over into his several bank accounts, splashing the rest of it on his lavish lifestyle."
- The Guardian: Boy, 16, in �46,000 eBay con

Forty-six grand?! In POUNDS!

*fantasizes about a theraphetic shopping spree*

Hoo boy... You and i both, pal.