..&!()@#!@#*!)..

You ask me to help you for what? Score brownie points izzit?

Tiu. If you think you know everything, then don't ask my opinion lah.

Marketing is my forte my dear so don't knock me until you've at least heard me out. I'm only singing the song an outsider would sing to you.

Get irritated with me because I want to be clear on the background before I make my comments? So wrong? Better to ask than to ASSume and get it wrong innit?

*breathes* now still want me to help you. bitch about my methods but still ask for my feedback.

catch 22. Die if I do, die if I don't.

Agitated,
Drama Mama

..An Open Letter to Anonymous..

So, as ranted about in my previous post (Up Yours), I have been getting a fair amount of nuisance comments on my blog.

I've actually been moaning about it for awhile now but because of the consequences of taking further action, I've put off acting on it.

But a wise (occasionally) old man told me, you have two choices.

1. Laugh it off, ignore it and it will eventually stop. (Note: I've been doing that for a couple of months now but it still keeps coming)
2. Take action.

So here I am, fully delivering on my vow to stop procrastinating and take action.

Dear Anonymous,

I wonder if you have a life at all. You seem to relish in stalking my blog and spouting your vile opinions to me. Hey, thanks for adding to my visitor count though. I'm making money of your obsession!

Do you not realize I don't care what you think?

But I'd like your existence to be banished completely from my universe, therefore I suggest you heed this advice.

Do. Not. Push. Me.

If I so much as smell your repugnant presence anywhere in my blogosphere, do expect legal recourse. I've already retained counsel who has a lovely little file on all your humorous ramblings. Also on standby is a results-driven company called Cyber Security who if you will note, with a little division called Digital Forensics is able to track down the lair from which you crazily commit your nonsense into evidence.

Ahh, the wonders of technology. Even fruitcakes are not spared anymore.

Again, I reiterate. Carry on this thorny path you have forged and you will suffer the consequences.

You only have yourself to blame.

Truly,
Drama Mama
xoxo

..Day #15..

My horoscope heralds great things.. i hope.. *crosses fingers*

Love and work seem to dominate Capricorn thoughts. Love lost, and that elusive professional satisfaction that's yet to be found. Don't fret. Romance takes a more sensual turn - with a new encounter carrying the promise of a lengthy warranty. Even short liaisons offer eventual friendship.

Oh Lordy Lord please say this is true.

xoxo
Drama Mama

..Day #14..

Bad back. Bad eyesight. Bad lungs. Bad knees. Bad hearing.

I am only 27.

Will someone PLEASE for the love of all that's holy tell my body that!?!?

xoxo
Drama Mama

..Day #13..

A Lesson from the Book of JY:

Bugger indecisiveness. Make up your mind and for pete's sake stick with your decision.

You can't have it both ways champ. Because life isn't supposed to be that good.

xoxo
Drama Mama

..Day #12..

I love how the people I am surrounded with bring such joy and laughter into my life.

It's funny what fate throws your way when you're not in the least expecting it.

Enjoy the hell out of it, pedal to the metal, balls to the wall.

Give your head permission to follow your heart.

xoxo
Drama Mama

..Day #11..

At heart, not only am I a big dork, I'm clumsy as sin too!

And holy hell do I have the bruises to prove it.

xoxo
Drama Mama

..Day #10..

10am: Woke up from a horrible horrible nightmare. The kind where you physically feel your heart break and you're crying.

11.50am: Went to Orcavie office to borrow the Fujifilm Instax 200 for dinner. Had the idea of taking polaroids of the birthday boy and friend for the guests to take back as a little keepsake. 

12.15pm: Picked up Jolie from my house and dropped her at Puppy Cottage for her grooming.

12.45pm: Met mummy for lunch @ Oriental Cravings.

1.00pm: Called 5 different photo shops around town and NO ONE had stock of the Instax 200 films!! Hitting panic button. Finally found some, but at Menara Axis. Tiu.

2.00pm: Picked up photo holders for the polaroids.

2.30pm: Decided to be vain and go get my hair blown out.

3.30pm: Went to Menara Axis to pick up films. RM78 for 20 exposures. *faints*

4.30pm: Got back home, stuffed my face with snacks, had a 2 hour nap. Oink.

7.00pm: Picked up Jolie, dropped her home, went to get ready for dinner.

8.05pm: Sent SMS to the 2 David's warning of impending arrival.

8.15pm: Walked into Opus @ Bangsar for supposed to be 'surprise' birthday dinner, but fail damn miserably. Birthday boy was too 'macho' to show surprise and apparently I gave it away.

11.30pm: Got back and enjoyed the reviewing of all the polaroids.

Can someone please tell me why nobody ever does stuff for MY birthday???

Feeling unloved and neglected.

xoxo
Drama Mama