Of Secret of Secret
Just sharing a mini movie by PostSecret. PostSecret is a favourite haunt of mine. Sometimes, my heart skips a beat when I found my secret being sent in by other people. I'm glad I'm slowly running out of secrets.
Of A Deeper Shade Of Gray
I don't know how much longer I could continue to abuse my body. Screwed up body clock, lack of quality sleep, irregular meals, constant bending and heavy lifting, nicotine, caffeine. Circadian rhythm no longer exist in my dictionary.
And yet, everytime I wake up and open my eyes, the body's recovery ability never cease to amaze me. The lung continues to pump air normally, the hair continues to grow, the skin doesn't look as pasty as it looked yesterday, wounds continue to heal themselves.
My mental health is old though. That pressurized tube is more like a pressure cooker. Passengers indefinitely find ways to increase my blood pressure a few notch everytime.
I now suffer from forgetfulness. I used to have good memory which I'm proud of, now I'm struggling to remember names and words. I can't even memorise song lyrics as fast as I used to. That realisation is such a blow because I'm a bloody jukebox ok!
It's worse when I'm all alone at home. There's this heavy feeling that sneaks in and settle at the pit of my stomach. It just stays there and refuses to budge no matter how hard I nudge it. That heavy, sinking feeling. Retail therapy used to offer some comfort. But no longer. The sudden rush of euphoria is getting more shortlived. And soon after I'm back to feeling hollow inside.
I was telling Adik Tju the other day that I wanted to take, I don't know, maybe 2-3 months of unpaid leave and go to some far flung place for volunteering works. She looked at me like I was mad. This world I'm living in is too make-believe. I need to get in touch with reality.
I know. I scared even myself with my thoughts sometimes.
And yet, everytime I wake up and open my eyes, the body's recovery ability never cease to amaze me. The lung continues to pump air normally, the hair continues to grow, the skin doesn't look as pasty as it looked yesterday, wounds continue to heal themselves.
My mental health is old though. That pressurized tube is more like a pressure cooker. Passengers indefinitely find ways to increase my blood pressure a few notch everytime.
I now suffer from forgetfulness. I used to have good memory which I'm proud of, now I'm struggling to remember names and words. I can't even memorise song lyrics as fast as I used to. That realisation is such a blow because I'm a bloody jukebox ok!
It's worse when I'm all alone at home. There's this heavy feeling that sneaks in and settle at the pit of my stomach. It just stays there and refuses to budge no matter how hard I nudge it. That heavy, sinking feeling. Retail therapy used to offer some comfort. But no longer. The sudden rush of euphoria is getting more shortlived. And soon after I'm back to feeling hollow inside.
I was telling Adik Tju the other day that I wanted to take, I don't know, maybe 2-3 months of unpaid leave and go to some far flung place for volunteering works. She looked at me like I was mad. This world I'm living in is too make-believe. I need to get in touch with reality.
I know. I scared even myself with my thoughts sometimes.
Of Bitch On Autopilot
I'm too tired and sick to protest. I'll do whatever fucking flight that comes my way. On autopilot. With my cibai face.
That's how cibai my face can get
That's what you get for employingretards (no, that's an insult to retards) shitheads in Crewing.
That's how cibai my face can getThat's what you get for employing
Of Sticks and Stones
What doesn't kill you will only make you stronger. Had a bad fall? No problem, pick yourself up, dust it off and glide along.
That's what the Nine West killer heels are for.
That's what the Nine West killer heels are for.
Of Long Lost Relative
Who the hell is TJU FONG LING?
I thought my family was the only family in the whole of Malaysia with the surname Tju. But that was not the case. Because in MAC's database, I saw her name. I couldn't believe my eyes and gave a short yelp. And asked the salesgirl to return to the list to double confirm it. And lo, there it was, Tju Fong Ling, born in 1981.
She has to be related to me. Because there's only one Tju in Malaysia - my family.
Now, who the hell is Tju Fong Ling?
I thought my family was the only family in the whole of Malaysia with the surname Tju. But that was not the case. Because in MAC's database, I saw her name. I couldn't believe my eyes and gave a short yelp. And asked the salesgirl to return to the list to double confirm it. And lo, there it was, Tju Fong Ling, born in 1981.
She has to be related to me. Because there's only one Tju in Malaysia - my family.
Now, who the hell is Tju Fong Ling?
Paint It Black
I failed myself. Time and again.
Toxic people. I don't need you.
Go away, toxic people.
Toxic people. I don't need you.
Go away, toxic people.
Of Papaya On My Back
The Princess, together with Joanne and a few colleagues, managed to visit the souq nearby the hotel while in Casablanca. The Princess was as listless as a zombie, after 24 hours of not sleeping. She had to force herself to wake up because she knew she wouldn't get Casablanca the next time (Please, no more TIP-CMN for her, please).
Flags of Morocco flying high - Easiest to draw flag, ever!
The weather was pleasant, cool and sunny. Everyone was hungry, so they decided to have lunch first. The Princess was craving for tajine. Tajine is basically a North African dish of meat slowly simmered with vegetables in aromatic spice sauce. After much hunting, they finally found a restaurant serving tajine, but they ran out of it. Craving unfulfilled.
Joanne's mix grilled meat
Ham and cheese pizza
Rahim's glass of dieter's nightmare
No tajine have to settle for pizza lar
They wandered into this typical Moroccan restaurant. The decoration is stunning. The walls are lavishly decorated with Moroccan-Moorish tiles. Even the ceilings and pillar arches are painted. Carved furnitures are carefully arranged and mosaic tables complete the look.
Large wooden Moorish door
The souq was bristling with activities, the small alleyways were lined with stalls. Vendors were peddling their wares from shoes, clothes, spices, hookahs, glass and ceramic ware to fruits and vegetables.
Look at the curious expression of the two kids
The rounded pots are ashtrays, while the pots with dome covers are tajine pots
Colourful Moroccan sandals
Joanne posing with glass hookahs
Just wanted something in Arabic as background
Old skool bike like my grandpa used to cycle
Colourful poofs of cuteness - So cute can die!
The Princess had her first hamman experience in the hotel. After risking dehydration in the super hot sauna room, she was brought into a warm room with a marble table in the middle and shower faucet at one end. After removing the bathrobe, a plump woman promptly gave her a few sprays of water before asking her to lie down on the cold marble slab. An unidentified black goo was smeared all over her body. The nice lady then put on a mitt and gleefully scrubbed away 80% of her epidermis. And she didn't miss a spot, oh no. No folds or creases were spared, The Princess was scrubbed clean and raw. And the amount of dirt that came off (She was shocked). Damn, you would have thought she was rolling in mud all day by the look of it. The hamman is completed when the lady gave her a shower (complete with shower gel and all). Suddenly The Princess was transported to back then when she was young and her mum used to give her showers.
Now she has baby smooth skin. Don't lar be jealous, ok?
Flags of Morocco flying high - Easiest to draw flag, ever!The weather was pleasant, cool and sunny. Everyone was hungry, so they decided to have lunch first. The Princess was craving for tajine. Tajine is basically a North African dish of meat slowly simmered with vegetables in aromatic spice sauce. After much hunting, they finally found a restaurant serving tajine, but they ran out of it. Craving unfulfilled.
Joanne's mix grilled meat
Ham and cheese pizza
Rahim's glass of dieter's nightmare
No tajine have to settle for pizza larThey wandered into this typical Moroccan restaurant. The decoration is stunning. The walls are lavishly decorated with Moroccan-Moorish tiles. Even the ceilings and pillar arches are painted. Carved furnitures are carefully arranged and mosaic tables complete the look.
Large wooden Moorish door
Look at the curious expression of the two kids
The rounded pots are ashtrays, while the pots with dome covers are tajine pots
Colourful Moroccan sandals
Joanne posing with glass hookahs
Just wanted something in Arabic as background
Old skool bike like my grandpa used to cycle
Colourful poofs of cuteness - So cute can die!The Princess had her first hamman experience in the hotel. After risking dehydration in the super hot sauna room, she was brought into a warm room with a marble table in the middle and shower faucet at one end. After removing the bathrobe, a plump woman promptly gave her a few sprays of water before asking her to lie down on the cold marble slab. An unidentified black goo was smeared all over her body. The nice lady then put on a mitt and gleefully scrubbed away 80% of her epidermis. And she didn't miss a spot, oh no. No folds or creases were spared, The Princess was scrubbed clean and raw. And the amount of dirt that came off (She was shocked). Damn, you would have thought she was rolling in mud all day by the look of it. The hamman is completed when the lady gave her a shower (complete with shower gel and all). Suddenly The Princess was transported to back then when she was young and her mum used to give her showers.
Now she has baby smooth skin. Don't lar be jealous, ok?
Of Nightmare In Libya
Why why why me?!
As if 2 days TIP-CMN is not tiring enough, there was a technical problem with the aircraft door while in transit in TIP. Reason? The staircase truck fucking banged the L4 door and caused 2 holes. So we were nicely stranded for 4 hours in TIP while waiting for go-no go from Airbus to take off. We took off naturally, the captain just wanted something in black and white to support the decision to take off in case something should happen like decompression or the whole L4 door is ripped out pulling the CS along.
Surprisingly, the pax are nice (well, most of them anyway). But not the flight going to TIP-CMN. I got shouted at TWICE. And I'm in the galley, not even in the cabin! These people are so aggresive and impatient I don't know why.
Thank God Joanne was there to hear me whine and moan. Nicely using all the curse words in Bahasa and Cantonese in the cabin loudly.
I can't feel my legs now. I have crossed the boundary from exhaustion into super alertness. I will now have my 17-hours' worth of (or rather lack of) fag.
As if 2 days TIP-CMN is not tiring enough, there was a technical problem with the aircraft door while in transit in TIP. Reason? The staircase truck fucking banged the L4 door and caused 2 holes. So we were nicely stranded for 4 hours in TIP while waiting for go-no go from Airbus to take off. We took off naturally, the captain just wanted something in black and white to support the decision to take off in case something should happen like decompression or the whole L4 door is ripped out pulling the CS along.
Surprisingly, the pax are nice (well, most of them anyway). But not the flight going to TIP-CMN. I got shouted at TWICE. And I'm in the galley, not even in the cabin! These people are so aggresive and impatient I don't know why.
Thank God Joanne was there to hear me whine and moan. Nicely using all the curse words in Bahasa and Cantonese in the cabin loudly.
I can't feel my legs now. I have crossed the boundary from exhaustion into super alertness. I will now have my 17-hours' worth of (or rather lack of) fag.
Of Temenggung Jugah Anak Barieng All Over Again
Jojo and Klyie took turns to trim my fringe yesterday cos The Princess simply couldn't stand the bad job done by that stupid Infinity Salon's SOB.
To illustrate my point, look at the picture of Temenggung Jugah, the last paramount chief of all Ibans.
Sharing a joke with TAR - The fring, the fringe, oh the fringe!
I will not be caught dead with my fringe down this whole month. Heck, I will put baja to make it grow faster if I can.
P/S Thanks Jo and Klyie, you did your best with what that idiot has done.
To illustrate my point, look at the picture of Temenggung Jugah, the last paramount chief of all Ibans.
Sharing a joke with TAR - The fring, the fringe, oh the fringe!I will not be caught dead with my fringe down this whole month. Heck, I will put baja to make it grow faster if I can.
P/S Thanks Jo and Klyie, you did your best with what that idiot has done.
