addiction...

Did you ever read those horoscope books that tell that because you were born on such and such day you're destined to be thus and so? Well I have and you know what, being born on the day that's known as "The day of heaven and hell" really doesn't give me much hope for my love life really.

Discovered recently that I'm addicted to my Conservative guy and like all people who are Scorpion, we thrive on love addiction, I'm addicted to him, therefore when I said I was going to spend a quiet evening at home... which I did, for a few hours (I even finished that book I've been drooling over), the moment the conservative guy called and asked if I was up for anime I said "yes" without another thought...*sigh**

*stands up in front of room*

My name is Sri and I'm addicted to Mr Conservative.

"HI Sri"

Soooo, where does that leave me... well luckily for me (to keep my mind away from Mr Conservative), I have a date with my 50-something guy who is not conservative at all, on Saturday (& hopefully Sunday too)... in fact he is one of the very few guys that I would categorized as sane males I found in recent days. He's still into me after what i did [ditched] last weekend. We're going to be doing lunch/tea on Saturday... and hopefully movie and dinner afterwards. I'm planning to make it a perfect afternoon (& evening) for him. He is sucha wonderful guy! He deserves it.

sitting - watching - waiting

I'm a believer in signs so when the following happened, I could barely stop myself from laughing.

We were all busy at work doing our thing, when a sudden horrible howlin of a middle-aged prick who was heard. It was a rolled down saga by the steps with sound effect accompaniment (which was louder than bunch of St Bernards running down the wooden floors). she was rollin rollin & rollin (yea, like that song by limb bizkit).

It was all started when the 40-something-insecure-connubial-bitch slammin the door on my face while I was waiting for her outside the room (more than once) whereas I was there watching and waiting when will I see the day she falls down the lane right on her face while rolling down making somersaults (good enough to win a gold medal, if they’d a category for lumbering). It was THE event of the year. And i was there to witness it all. Today, when I turned on the radio for some music to my ear, it was John Mayor singing, "waitin on the world to change." The world is changing baby…

beyonce rules!!!

~ IRREPLACEABLE ~

(…………….You must not know about me - you must not know me about me
I will have another you by tomorrow
So don't you ever for a second get to thinking you're irreplaceable
So since I’m not your everything
How about I'll be nothing
Nothing at all to you
Baby I wont shed a tear for you
I won't lose a wink of sleep
Cause the truth of the matter is
Replacing you is so easy……………)

on the real, I gotta give it to my girl Beyonce! and I can’t help but to agree with her, because a lot of fellas out there are forgetting, that just cause you got us, don’t mean you won’t lose us, and just cause we shed a tear here and there, doesn’t mean that the crazy feelings of love is what we fear! It’s just that you played yourself and got pushed to the side. On the real though! Beyonce said what a lot of guys need to hear "you must not know bout me, you must not know bout me, I could have another man in a minute” Which is so true!

So if you forget then, replay the track! Yea I said it, and you know who you are!

why i hate being female sometimes

That men equate any irritation at any time as it being during the ‘that time of the month’ it annoys me to the end, that as long as a woman is involved, she is not allowed to be irritated or angry at men without being accused of having her period. It normally goes like, “I’m angry!” “So… that time of the month again huh?” is that so hard to assume that may be, its just you’re a mug-head who should be shot and quartered?!

Furthermore, it is absolutely normal for girls to get little crazy during their menstrual time. Kick aside the hormones responsible, there are many other things contributing to this factor. This is the fact that we retain water and our uterus swells, making us seem slightly pregnant, or as we like to call it, fat. Then the cramps! Men who have never experienced such phenomenon claim the fabled cramps do not exist. Let me tell ya’ this, they do, and they hurt like hell and if we get bad cramps once a month, I think god was fair in giving you guys sensitive balls for us to kick when we hate you. A cramp happens through a horribly painful contraction of the uterus, nerves receptors register the rapid contraction as a DULL PAIN which radiates through our spine and makes us capable of murder.

The most annoying thing about periods, however, is the fact that we have to welcome them otherwise you’d be pregnant, which is the greater of two evils. So, females have to look forward to this horrible, horrible affliction once a month, or be dealt with an even more horrible affliction of being a mother when you’re not ready. So, this is a short excerpt on why I hate being female.

So guys, this would be a right time for ya’ll to stay away cuz I’m really in a mood to kill someone.

perceptions

I can't help but wonder how I am perceived. Do people think I'm a slut? a tease? a prude? normal? shy? embarassed? confident? unsure? bitch? etc... I think I definitely used to be perceived as a tease. I used to be an even bigger flirt than I am now but with pretty much no follow through. I think I just wanted to get to the point of someone wanting me and then I'd backtrack in my flirting. (And no, it wasn't to THAT point or anything. I'm not cruel.) Now I'm not so sure. I'm in one of those moods where I really want to read some people's minds and see what they're thinking about me.

watch ur step!!

We’re literally walking on the cusp of a new year…and I am excited. It’s been quite a year, in more ways than one. Like everyone else, I hit a few rough spots, had some really amazing moments…you know….I lived. And now, I am set to do it all over again. “OPTIMISTIC” all in all, I can’t really complain – it was a great year even with the rough spots (‘for it’s in the valleys that I grow’). I’m looking forward to taking everything that I’ve learned and applying it to my forward momentum.

Gonna hang out with some friends today. Hook up with mr nice-guy and his friends for what promises to be a very “interesting” weekend. I’ve been advised to pack a bag with a mix of things – lounging gear, casual gear, something “flashy” (as if I need anything more than my personality. Ha!) Now you know I had questions (still haven’t quite learned to just go with the flow). I mean really, where are we going? When are we leaving? When are we coming back? Um…we ARE coming back, right? The only hint forthcoming is we’ll probably be in either Genting or PD. *sigh* That’s still a big spread, right? For some reason, I’ve always thought New Year’s Eve was the most romantic time of the year. Don’t ask me why. *shrugs* Anyway, no matter what I do or where I end up, I’m sure it will be just what I need. So, while I’m bit nervous about how all of this will play out, I’m excited too. And that’s how I’m going into 2007 – EXCITED. Ready to receive all that universe has for me. To step boldly and fully into it with both feet. Waist deep. Let it soak into me until it to floods my very bone marrow. I am ready.

Be bold

Be beautiful

Be free

BE!

To those of you who bless me with your unique gift of friendship, I have no words that will convey just how much you mean to me. Thank you for listening, for counseling me, for laughing with me (or at me as the case may be), for pushing me, for prodding me, for letting me cry til I was over it (or could at least catch my breath), for the virtual slaps when I was losing my mind (merlina, tis one is for u). It’s all good. Truly.

Love & kisses from sri!

inner feelings! (unoriginal sin)

this is an intricate post, i can't elaborate the details. try not to ask questions! i’m going to burn in hell! I’ve commit something very serious… something i can't redeem myself from. the apple of unoriginal sin. the sin of "wanting what I can’t have" - i shall burn in hell for what i did... (full stop)

feelings...

I've been havin an incredible mixed feeling these day, I don’t know exactly when it started but I know that I need to sort out these feelings right away otherwise my heart and brain would never rest. Somehow I know that in order to sort these out, I need to write down feelings I felt… but since the mix is really heavy and vary I found my self blank, not knowing what to blurt out first.

Well, I know that I felt highly confuse about what’s the next step for my career, I also know that I felt desperate about taking my life to “the place” I always dreamt of and I know that I felt of missing someone badly and on the other hand know that it’s impossible to go on. I know that I felt irritated about knowing what my goals are but couldn’t find a way to achieve it yet. I know that I felt bothered with how I demand so much to my self without even care about my own limit. I know that I felt so much more than what I have said above but not able to put it into words…. Arrrggghhhh!!!!!!

Oh shoot…. It’s not working….. It’s not happening…. I can’t sort these feelings out, let alone discarded it…. What to do…. dank!!!

work sucks!

It’s 1 pm. I’m at work, and I don’t feel like being here, so I am blogging to waste time.
Work today sucks, not that every day doesnt, but this one seems to suck even more than usual because I had one of those lovely little status meetings with my so called gay-boss about how the work is doing, blah, blah, blah...basically what it is that I am doing wrong and what kind of crap my asshole co-workers have been saying about me.

Work is work. I'm in a position now I don't really love. I am getting discouraged. Very discouraged. Office politics. Office rumors. I heard the person who got the job applied after the deadline. All sorts of stuff like that. Makes me wonder if they see me fitting into this organization.

Fuck it all. I hate these people, I hate this office, I just needed to vent...

sirilah raman

feel good... part 2

That was posted this morning. Now it’s close to 5 PM and I don’t want to hug no tree! I want to chop it down and use it on people in my office especially d one tat I dumped and the person who gave birth to him!

feel good...

This is making me feel good today:

• Snowy & Duchess (my dogs) telling me this morning that they love me (unconditional love).
• I manage to fit into my sexy skirt with front-cut (bit tight though).
• Smelling baby Savaiz’s breath. It has that sweet baby smell.
• All of us watching Thomas the tank engine videos on the main living room.
• Coffee. I so do love my coffee. The entire week I couldn’t find any good coffee and it was the first thing I did when I got up this morning - made myself a good cup of coffee.
• Good music. Totally hooked with John’s Mayers “Waiting on the world to change”.
• Health. The fact that we are all healthy.
• Skype wit Merlina

Go hug your boyfriend, husband, child, dog, cat, a tree…. just go out and spread some love people! The sun is shining (or it might be cold and snowing at some part of d world) but we are experiencing it. For that I am thankful. Being able to experience - good or bad - it is making me feel good today.

all that i cant' say...

I’ve been thinking this week about all the things I don’t say about myself (and for those who know me pretty well that’s saying a lot). The really personal, deep down issues that could make most run screaming into the darkness if they were to see. And then with this thought I had wonder if I were being true to this blog and the reason that I write in it.

*shrug* don’t know.

What do I know is that I can’t bear all of my soul for the universe to sniff at, find lacking and then pee all over; I get enough of that from self introspection.

So, here’s a post about all the things I can’t say, but sometimes I wish I could.

sirilah raman

"be my friend"

I think I get "Be My Friend" crushes. I encounter certain guys and there is something about them that makes me want to have them be a part of my life. I love having a lot of guy friends and I'm not sure if it's the "big brother" aspect of it or just because guys seem to be a lot less petty than girls. I'm not sure sometimes though if I have a real crush or a "Be My Friend" crush and then I don't know how to go about getting that person in my life.

In some cases I find myself going back and forth between making eyes at someone and having a friendly conversation (not that a friendly conversation doesn't go with a romantic prospect). This is on my mind because at the moment I know someone who I want in my friends list. My Mr married-guy. I'm not trying to flirt with him but at times it just happens and then I get confused which kind of crush I'm having.

I hate being confused.

thirty, flirty & thriving

I woke up yesterday to face the world as thirty something chic. Another year older! and more cheekier...:) If I’m being honest, I’ve actually spent the last week dealing with and celebrating the fact that…

• I have changed (evolved the right word), in many aspects of my life, especially the EQ factor.
• Celebrated my birthday without a drop of tears.
• Overcome a crash-boom-bang sorta relatioship halt with the conservative guy and moved on.
• Come to terms with dealing my family (real family) in much politically-correct terms.
• Kissed someone...:) (a memorable birthday kiss)
• I have finished a bottle of rose all by myself (and some gin).
• Joined a fitness (& fancy) gym - Celebrity Fitness.
• Back on the road again being fabulously single...
• Received a bouquet (the big & expensive type) from my fifty-something guy, delivered to my office.
• Had a birthday dinner with the nice-guy and planning my second birthday dinner with my fifty something guy today.
• Also, received RM500.00 in cash as a birthday gift from a father figure and a Sony Cybershot camera (7.2 megapixel) from another father figure.
  

I guess it was an OK birthday. Again, Happy Birthday to me...

Sirilah Raman

no one knew...

My hair was so soft. And my Issey Miyake wafted perfectly. And I had non-tacky pink lip-gloss on that tastes good. And my legs were smooth...But did anyone know but me? No. I was heading home last night and I started thinking in this weird perspective about things. I wasn't upset about anything that would normally make me upset. I didn't care about things not going how I kept imagining them or the weirdness that occurs every once and awhile with certain people. What I kept thinking about was me...and that no one was appreciating ME to the fullest.

I'm not saying this in a self-deprecating way, I am saying it in an "I am totally awesome and people are missing out" kind of way. My friends appreciate me, of course, but they appreciate different kinds of things. I don't think they notice when I change perfume or when I wear lipgloss that tastes good (at least, I hope they don't). I guess I just started thinking about how I want someone to be a little closer to me and to notice the little things. My hair was really soft and no one knew!

blast from the past

I accidentally got really depressed drunk last night. And then, instead of calling who I really wanted to talk to, I called my ex-whatever. I knew if I called who I wanted to call I would end up saying a lot of stuff that just shouldn't be said over the phone or while drunk. So I called the ex... I'm not sure why but I'm so very thankful that it went well. It was kind of weird because I told him about my current situation and he told me about his: He's involved with a married woman. How does someone go from ME to a married woman with a kid? I really do hope things work out for him though and he expressed the same sentiment for me. We reminisced about the first time we made out and we both remembered it exactly the same way. I'm glad though that we didn't remember how things ended.

It's been a long day and a little over 12 hours ago I was heading home unable to hold back the tears. Having the day to myself and spending the night in the past really helped to put things into perspective. I'm not sure how but I'm in really good spirits right now. Optimistic.

And really....really tired!

how i got here...

Have you ever met the man of your dreams? Is he everything you’re always wanted in a soul mate? Well… my married man isn’t exactly the man of my dreams but I guess he’s alrite (someone i can consider into). We have a lot of similarities (in terms of personality). And he is JUST-THE-WAY-I-LIKE-IT kinda guy. I took a tour in his car yesterday only to realize that I had actually opened myself better to him. It was a short ride though it was different from the earlier ones. (YES! I do let him send me home sometime) and it's true! I did open myself in many ways to him… and not to forget this is someone I hate at the outset. I wonder, is this one of those non-crush? I cannot be having crush with a married man! It’s wrong… perhaps it’s not even a crush; it could be some sort of contentment you get when you meet someone you can actually unfasten and just be yourself. I like talking to him, in fact i love talking to him. The raspi-ness in his voice is just too sexy to resist – someone who meets the intellectual power or even exceed mine at times… I love engaging in some sorta radical and stimulating conversation with him (totally non-sexual). Maybe its some sorta brotherly expectation (im sure its something got to do with the fact that, i cant get such connection with my my own brother). No judgment please! I know! Im being ridiculous sometime… I guess, as you get older, your sense of connection with the people is becoming more sensitive.

Sirilah Raman

...and why...

I broke down a bit last night. Feeling upset, and vulnerable, and small. Interesting how now, I lash out and get bitter & mean (as the gals would say) when I am feeling sad and vulnerable and upset. Before, coupla years ago, I would have just cried. Is that me growing up, or me growing into a butch/masculine bitter identity that doesn't cry so easily? I've always been the one that cried. Did I take that on intentionally? Why would I now get angry instead of crying?

promiscuous

by Nelly Furtado

If a category existed of adult-oriented pop music, "Promiscuous" would help define it. This song may set off ongoing debates about appropriateness of highly sexual pop music for younger audiences. However I think, “Promiscuous” does not contain graphic sexual content in the lyrics, and, certainly not in the video clip. There is nothing socially redeeming in the lyrical content of the song, but the hot groove and elegant, sexual tease add up to glittery adult entertainment. Expect to hear this in dance clubs and on hitz.fm (and fly.fm) radio throughout the year.

It remains to be seen exactly how pop music fans will respond to Nelly Furtado as dance diva, but with the sure hand of Timbaland, she has put together one of the hottest pop-dance grooves in recent memory. "Promiscuous," with its sly vocal interplay, grabs the attention from the first time you hear it. Seductive, eighties-styled club moves, with little bit of Shakira’s hip-shaking beats and a gorgeous chorus all add up to an addictive package that suits the airways as much as the dance clubs.

coffee or tea?

Do you want coffee or tea? Why must life be defined by choices? Why can’t us just be friends when we want a friend or to be lovers when we want to be loved? Are you in love or do you just want to be friends?

if shoe fits

I have these situations where I guess I get bored or something and I create a crush. Obviously, since I created it and it’s not really backed up with true feelings, it’s not a big deal. It probably shouldn’t even be called a crush. And before you think it, no, I am not leading people on. It’s more of like a way to pass time while bored or when trying to get over a real crush. It’s a true non-crush. So, I guess I’d have to call it a non-crush.

My 50-something man is my non-crush. Sure, he’s probably really hott to some girls and I bet those same girls would give anything for some attention from him but I have no interest really. Well, when I was doing some re-search on him (so much for no interest!!) I did come across this twenty something malay chick blog ‘bout him. I thought it was tacky… twenty something! Malay chic! Mannnn… apparently she was his intern or something. When r these gals gonna leave our men alone! They’re goin after even the 50-something guys!? And my fifty something guy is aint any guy. He is some-guy, don’t get me wrong, but he is definitely one of those who I sit around daydreaming about. But the question here is do I have a real crush on him? No way. I hardly know him… as for him, I dun think he even remembers the existence of little ms sirilah. And I doubt even in the future he’ll ever EVER notice me. –period-

I had a little chat ‘bout him with Jane, well, Jane is not into him at all. She says tat he has playboy kinda look. Well, mebbe he is! Or not! Who the hell care!

Anyway, I guess one could say my weekend was super unexciting since I have nuthing to write about except for my non-crush.

August is sucha crappy month.

'and this is my adopted daughter'

the poignant story of a child trying to find her identity in the unknown life!

I dont know what happened to my 'no-expectation' theory - how silly! i'm dreadfully down today! all for one reason "expectation". I should have known better...

opposites attract?

This isn't a political post, but I feel the need to point out the fact that I am a liberal woman. At times you could even call me radical. I have extreme views that are definitely left-leaning. Why, then, am I attracted to conservative men? Conservative men make my blood boil in a very negative way. I have known more than a few that I have wanted to bitch slap or send live on the streets for just a week. Despite this, I often find myself attracted to (and even turned on by) these same men! Why is this so?! Do I have an argumentative streak that is always on the lookout for its match? Am I secretly excited by verbal sparring? Really, this same confusion applies to my sometimes attraction to arrogant (overly confident) men. I know part of it probably has to do with the fact that both groups of men likely have a passion for something. I love a man who gets excited and worked up (evidently even if it's about our social welfare system or himself). This is the best I can do in terms of rationalization.

butterflies and steel

My stomach is a mess right now. I am freaking out. I feel like it is a giant knot made out of lead and then there are butterflies flying all around. I need to not psych myself out about this. Not a big deal, right? Stating the obvious, right?

Right.

unwritten

Natasha Bedingfield, seems like escaping her way out of the shadows of her wrong-spined big brother Daniel. But I like her because she’s different; in a good way. She’s original and new.

Things start well with the chart-topping “these words”, which only people live in moon won’t have heard already. And there’s no doubt that this is a finely-crafted number with bold, voluptuous harmonies. And my favorite single, “single”, all about not needing a fella. And “Unwritten isn’t heard much, but when it was played over the radio I was instantly hooked. The lyrics are captivating and everything fits together.

From loved-up-pop to hip-pop to feisty rock, all the genre boxes are ticked in this album. and other singles like “I’m a Bomb” and “if you’re gonna” both embrace the latter, with Natasha going all pink on us, but with feisty style.

So yeah – not exactly album of the year though it is a quality album, lifted by Natasha’s strong voice, immaculate production and some absolutely corking singles with her self-celebrated individuality.

Sirilah Raman (these words are my own)

i have needs and they are innocent

I get antsy when I don't have a crush. Not having someone to lust after, or to coincide my life with, or to imagine my happy future with makes me feel bored. I need a crush like I need LOST. I can live without it but life is so much better with it! But my problem right now, like so many other people, is finding someone. I was excited for this new thing I just started that has put me among a whole new group of people and I was hoping to meet some eligible bastards (ok, that was a typo but too funny to fix. I meant to say "bachelors".) But so far the guys I have encountered are either married, engaged, annoying, or physically unappealing. Oh, or old. I'm not being completely negative about the situation because some of these already attached guys seem pretty cool so I will definitely try to be friendly with them. Maybe i can hef some sorta cool platonic relationship with these guys.

female solidarity pact

I wish there was some sort of universal female solidarity pact. So that what is said won't be used against a person in the future.

the glass is half full...

I am a firm believer in having no expectations. I think that if you go through life not expecting anything then you will rarely be disappointed. This theory has actually worked out very well for me since it I adopted it awhile ago. I have my moments of weakness though when I wish with all my being for something special to happen and so, if it doesn't, I find myself getting down. These are the times when I get a little crazy and decide I am over someone. It's a silly thing though because if true feelings are involved then how can they dissipate so quickly? What gets me out of a funk like that is focusing on the good.It sounds simple because it is. Instead of worrying and feeling crappy because a certain someone didn't call, welcome feelings of elation when he/she does. So your night together ended early-why stress over that when you can think back to the good times you did have? If you don't expect it...you can't be disappointed.

does our perception ever match our reality?

I'm fat. For those of you who know me, you're probably thinking 'duh' right now. I'm aware of this...a lot of the time I'm acutely aware of this. The thing is that sometimes (for brief periods of time) I forget. Then I see pictures...or video and become aware that, not only am I fat, I'm much fatter than I thought. The evolved side of me realizes that I should have the " and?" mentality. Who the hell who should care that I'm fat any more than they care that I have beautiful long hair? Yes, there are the health reasons, but let's face it, very few people give a shit enough to think about that when they're looking at you. The evolved side of me watched the F.A.T. pageant the other night at astro and was proud of these girls (versus the other part of me who was thinking the smaller chicks were definitely more attractive). The unevolved, self-conscious part of me is uncomfortable in my body, worries whether I would be able to be hired for the job I want, wonders how I'll ever attract a man. I write all of this because I'm tired of bowing to the evolved side...tired of letting my weak nature and busy schedule win. I want to eat better, exercise more, and not feel like cringing as I see a picture of me.

women, sucha complicated creatures

women are hard to understand. true, but only the best of guys have the ability to understand and compromise women. They are the kind of men worth loving a lifetime. According to some unsolicited sighs and some opinions, here are some of the things guys hate in girls:

• Women are too emotional.
• Women take too long to dress.
• They hug fellow girls. wouldn't be a bit awkward to see guys hugging or holding hands?
• Women take you shopping with them so that she can have someone to hold her shopping bags. and we just love guys who love to shop and never complain.
• Women talk a lot. about things guys dont even care about.
• Girls give meaning to things. like when you pick up her books, blah blah. there's a whole bible for these.
• Girls tend to be manhid. they dont realize the ones who really love them
• Girls are silly. they cry over guys who are not really worth the pain.
• Girls cry a lot. it annoys the guys, a lot.

okay, so let me get this clear. We're girls, it's not our fault if we're made this way, and we are exact opposites of the guys. And fyi, not all girls are like that, they generalize too much. Sure, i admit, im an anti-men, and proud of it baby! but i am not all that against guys. In fact, I love them, especially little older type (u know, d mature type) but i just wish they were a bit more sensitive, especially with the girl's feelings. Sometimes they seem to us the most abominable creatures on earth, we'd rather talk to dogs than fill our minds with the silly things guys say such as basketball, computer games and wrestling. God, how I would love to kick the heads of those guys. *sorry Lord, i'll restrain from these thoughts. haha*

so there you have it, are we really the complicated creatures or would the title suit more for the guys? i wish i knew. but for me, either way, we are all complicated. that's what makes it such fun!

of female and pain

Last night I couldn’t sleep well because I had a friggin awful period pain and I could’ve taken some painkillers except for the fact I have some sorta psychological macho thing against pills. It’s been a long time since I have to endure period pain like what I am experiencing now. Perhaps it’s because of the irregularities and because I didn’t get it last month, it’s a combination of two months, hence the pain. It’s like having contractions, but it comes and goes. It is not normal pain; it is excruciating type of pain.

If I remembered correctly one gynae told me the pain will reduce significantly with age but it seemed to be getting worst but then again what would I benchmark the pain against since my period is very irregular?Before you suggest, yes, I had seen many doctors and each time was given a hell lot of medication to take to regulate them but none seemed to work.

Work! Work! Work!

It’s my second week at work. Gosh! The new place is indescribable, im actually having mixed feeling ‘bout the whole new job thingy. Not sure, whether it’s a good place to work. In the past, it was difficult at the Club and NST (with the hardheaded lady-bosses) but at least the job gave me some sort of contentment. I did learn some stuff.

But now I’m having doubts about my status here. And of course the people, PEOPLE!!!. Nowadays, im feeling very tired, I’m jus so soooo tired of being nice to people. I had enough of dramas at the Club. I think for some reason, this time around Im giving up (subconsciously) . And I am keep telling myself that I am not going to show any extra effort to be nice to anyone. Coz it’s so tiring. Why should I? I’m sick of pretending, all I wanna do is jus be myself (u know, d usual grumpy self). The whole time when I was at the Club, all I did was tried so hard to be nice to everyone... look what happened in the end? i got kicked left right and everywhere else. I’m not goin to go thru all that things again. NO!

On the other hand, while the work dilemma is still there, I’m actually glad that I have a real job right now. In a point of fact, it was tough! Tough lookin for a suitable job and i hate looking for one! I never had so much of trouble finding one actually, and I bet it’s all because I really needed one this time. Anyway thanks to uncle manjeet, benny and his bro steve for recommending this job for me. I really appreciate it. I o u guys, except, i’m not sure how long I’ll hang about here. But I guess, for time being its alrite.

thomas the tank engine

I'm sure all of you know who Thomas is... A train known to a lot of kids, especially Sohrab (two and half) who is crazy about them. He is totally fascinated with the them. He has almost the whole collection of them both in die-cast and wooden collection. Yesterday, I managed to get another one (Douglas – the battery operated type) as a gift for Sohrab... it is something I wanted to do for a long time. And it was on sale, really worth it… Usually each would be like $69.90 and above luckily now got sale. hehe... I also got myself an Astro Boy figurine (now stuck on top of my study table).

At home on occasion Sohrab requests to watch the Thomas & Friends videos. At first I thought it was boring. Actually watching Sohrab get excited over the shows was entertaining. Initially during the "Thomas" time I would get so wrapped up with other stuff that I did not really pay attention to the shows. Now, it has been a while since I watched Thomas (since Sohrab is in London to see the real Thomas the Tank Engine in Croydon) I realise the stories and visuals were actually entertaining. But after last coupla weeks of totally adult tv programmes I started to grasp that I actually miss Thomas & friends.

In the show, in every 5-10 minute segment, usually, one of the trains has a scowl on their face and is complaining about their work. Or they are jealous of the other trains. Or they are boasting about how they are the best. Or worried that their paint is not shiny enough. Or they are making fun of or picking on another train. Or they have some type of issue that can only be settled by Sir Topham Hatt. Most of the time they filled with negative vibe.

Now I know these stories probably teach some type of moral, but me, as an adult, I don’t see it or rather i ignore the fact that it is something we should be doing. And also, it makes me wonder if a little boy like Sohrab can pick up on the moral. Or are we (adult) all livin in some sorta denial? I know that in life, real people, family and friends can and will act like the characters from Thomas. Maybe the show is aimed at teaching kids that they just have to deal with the fact that people can be jerks. Or mebbe the whole show meant for adults in a indirect way.

Maybe I just don’t like Ringo Starr, who narrates most of the episodes… but I like the fact that Sohrab loves the shows.

teenage crushes...

This week has been fun filled as usual (sarcasm fully intended), the highlight of which being yet more of Lost. I have, somewhat frighteningly, developed a full blown teenage crush on Josh Holloway (sawyer)

It's slightly embarrassing really, I mean c'mon I'm pushing 30 something here! I thought my teenage years were long behind me. Oh well, the temptation to write is overwhelming, I mean it'd give me something more interesting than an ongoing stories ‘bout me. Meanwhile, In between Lost marathons, I managed to escape the house for a spot of retail therapy, subsequently bankrupting myself for the month, so I guess next Saturday will be spent at home too!

I'm rapidly descending into spinsterhood, if only Josh (or someone equally yummy) would come and sweep me off my feet and away to New York for a weekend of shopping... (ahhh I wish) Until then, Lost marathons and Teddy Bears it is. *sigh*

I've attached a photo of Sawyer for the viewing pleasure of all the other single ladies in the world ;-)

Smoochies until next time...

the ongoing chronicles of sri

My quality of life had still not improved. As a matter of fact, in many ways it’s sorta deteriorsting. It’s getting difficult to put one foot in front of the other. Everything around me is suffering because I have been suffering. I could foresee that if I didn’t get help for my condition, I wouldn’t make another year without ending up in nut-house.

Thankfully, I found a family! not mine though, im liking it. It’s is a new adventure for me. I’ll write more about this soon, but I’m thrilled that I am able to connect up with my new family members. Of course, my ‘other’ family is always will b my real family… but i'm glad that i am actually living in a sorta unfeigned family now.

Mr & Mrs Manjeet, Sohrab, Sahil and the animals are wonderful to me and I am having a great time. I am looking forward to spend more time with them but not sure whether it will be proper.
Anyway, thanks to the Dhillans for letting me barge into their lives and disrupting things. It is a joy and a dream come true for me! Thanks!

So I have a blog...

i am still new to the blogging world, having only discovered it a couple of years earlier, but ignorance is bliss and I thought I'd give it a test drive.

A story with a not very happy beginning

I have a confession to make. After dating hundreds of men over the course of my spinsterhood, after too many first dates to count, after believing my heart must not function like everyone else's and, most significantly, after the epiphany of 2005 that showed me that indeed, my heart was NOT functioning like everyone else's.

Yes - still maneuvering the streets of KL, nervous and unsure of myself with desires and passions that hidden under the surface as well as in a scrapbook called “Possibilities.” - Sri