Quick Updates

I'm a student again. Albeit for a short period of time, but a student again nonetheless. Found out a couple of weeks ago that I still had some papers to re-sit before I actually clear my Certificate. Bugger bugger and bloody bugger. That meant I had one week to study for an exam last Friday, which went surprisingly well and one more today. *sigh* i hated studying then, and i hate it even more now.

Friday 25th May - Sunday, 27th May
A supremely eventful/fantabulous/rocking weekend.
Friday - My exam was at 9.00am. Had trouble sleeping, so only slept 3 hours. Manicure with Avril. Got hair done. Home to change for the nights events. KLUE/Martell dinner at Ninja Jones. CLEO Bachelor 2007 at ZOUK. FUN FUN FUN Pictures to come.
Saturday - My ex-colleagueslashgoodfriend David's son Jamie birthday party at 3pm. Made a cake whilst still feeling drunk from the night before. Chit chatted, munched on snacks, gossiped, bitched till 11pm.
Sunday - Church. Lunch with the family. Dog Olympic Day at Central Park, my first time and it was a blast. I'm so proud of my Jolie. People were taking her pictures, children were petting her, dogs were playing with her. A definite must attend for all dog lovers. *Stella* Maybe next time you'll join me?

Avril has been waiting at Starbucks for me to fiinish my exam so I think I'd better let her take me home now before she goes mental. Pictures to come! Pictures to me! and OH WHAT YUMMY PICTURES THEY ARE!

Muackz
Drama Queen

I think I've lost it..

Not only have I been unable to sleep for the past couple of weeks.. I think I'm going crazy.. A couple of posts ago i noted that the voice inside my head was speaking in a Southern accent. Well.. it's gotten worse.

I've an entire cacophony of voices in my head and the funny thing is, they all have different accents.. There's the Southern Belle who i preiously mentioned (i think she's invited her friends over for a holiday), The Man from Jamaica, The Scottish Laird, The Irish Lass and I think I even heard The English Bloke talking to Monsieur French.

I'm losing the plot. Soon I'll be locked up in a padded cell.

Save me, from the monotony that has become me.

Rrrrrrrr.....

I am irritated.. beyond belief.. and with good reason too.. Not the first time.. and i have a sneaky feeling it won't be the last...

Plus it feels as if a 16 person percussion group has taken refuge in my head... pound pound pound..

I am irritated..

Relay for Life 2007

I don't know about you, but on many occasions, especially after watching something particularly moving on the telly I feel inspired. Inspired to give back to not just society, but humanity in itself.

I know i'm blessed. I've got a great life and I know I've got friends who are blessed as well. But sometimes, just maybe we take things for granted. We take for granted the simplest things like health and life itself.

Life is fragile, here today, gone tomorrow. There's a point yes, and I AM getting to it. There is an event coming up that has been organised by the National Cancer Society Malaysia. It's called Relay for Life 2007 and it sounds pretty cool.

The event runs for 16 hours from 6pm on the 2nd of June till 10am on the 3rd of June. The reason why it's called 'relay' is because at any one point someone, be it 1 person or 100 people will be walking.jogging.strutting.running around the MSN Stadium Bukit Jalil track.
This act in itself honors cancer survivors, pays tribute to the lives lost to the disease, and raises money to help fight it – all right in our community. You DO NOT have to stay on the track for 16 hours, you can go for 30 minutes, rest for an hour (there's lots of activities throught the day/night) continue for 15 rest etc etc

ALSO, if you're planning on taking the midnight shift, there will be tents set up around the stadium for people to rough it. Your call boys and girls.
Relay for Life is more than just a walk.jog.strut.run around the track, it is a time to celebrate those who have battled cancer, remember those lost and get inspired to fight back. Those who have shared the same experience find common ground, hope and healing at Relay. By participating, you have the power to continue the National Cancer Society's progress toward a future where cancer doesn't take the lives of our friends and family.

So step up, for one night take the money you would spend on your usual Saturday activities, and give back just a little to society and more importantly... to humanity.

If you're going to be there, give me a call. Maybe we'll take a walk around the track and catch up. In the meantime, repost this on your own blogs.multiplies.friendster etc and raise awareness. *says in really lame voice* YOU CAN DO IT!!!

For more deets please check out http://www.cancer.org.my/ncsmNewsflash.php

“Fake Friend” or FF for short

The reality is, the FF does exist. If we very carefully examine the people that we all call ‘friends’, you’ll find them there. Surreptitiously hiding behind a façade of charming smiles (read: cunning smirks) and open arms (read: all the better to stab you in the back with my dear).

Yeah I’m bitter about it. I’m a bitter bitter bitch. For very good reasons in fact. Why the bloody fucking hell is it so hard for girls to be friends? Why is there a need to backbite, *pauses* wait.. before your call me a hypocrite let me just digress a little bit and admit that yes I do love a good bitching session myself, BUT and a very very big BUT at that, I would not knowingly stab you in the back. AND if I accidentally do, I’ll definitely take the knife out and stitch you up as best as I can. Moving on, where was I? Ah yes, why the backbite? The saying “fuck you” with a genuine smile.

Oh I’ve had my share of FF’s. Believe me… have I had my share. I’ve been played for a fool, MINDFUCKED beyond belief AND drumroll please I’ve let the bitches get away. Yeah yeah yeah, shut up, I know what you’re saying, what the hell makes me THINK I’m such a great friend. I’m cranky, I’m bitchy, I’m judgmental, I’m vulgar and crass (but oh so highly entertaining, no?) but if you’re in trouble, or someone has messed with you.. you know I’ll be there. Doing anything and everything I possible can to help you. Whether it’s financially, emotionally, bitchilly or even just to Take The Bitch Down. I’m there.

There are various degrees of Fake in the FF. I think I’ll make it easy and round it up to 3 degrees. Here is a breakdown of those 3:

FF degree 1 – the last threatening of them all. She is a good friend who is occasionally fake with you. But the fake-ness comes from the belief that she’s actually helping you. It’s the occasions when you ask FF1 “Does this make me look fat?” And even if you look like the side of a bus, she’ll say you look great. It’s the silent acknowledgement that we need and daren’t ask for.

FF degree 2 – a fairly neutral friend. She has her moments of fake-ness but she balances that out with genuine kindness. For example, for something as simple as “Does my hair look funny?” She’ll tell you what you want to hear. But when it gets tough and the question is, “He hits me, should I leave him?” She’ll sit you down and smack some sense into your head, even though it’s not something you want to hear.

FF degree 3 – If we were at war, this would be the FF who would cause a nuclear attack. When you think FF3 you need to also think CODE RED CODE RED! She is in no way a real friend and if you’ve discovered the FF3 in your life, KILL KILL KILL! She is the friend who will steal your man, your job and even your life if you’ll let her. She will use you AND abuse you. She will hold you up just to watch you fall.

Editor's note: If you're reading this and you think i'm talking about you, the fact that you need to think means that I probably am. I don't care what you think. This is MY blog and you've got something to say, go do so on your own grounds. I AM entitled to my opinions, despite anything you might say..

Ode to Dog

The love of my life
Unconditionally mine
Love at first sight
You're soft
You're huggable
You're intuitive
That look in your eyes
when I'm sad
I know what you're saying
That everything will be alright
And it's true
It will be
Because I have you...

Quick One..

On May 1st 2007 a.k.a Labour day, I went under the needle for the 7th time to get my seventh and eigth tatt. Don't have all the pictures as yet but here's one that Dash reckons is nice, will put the rest up as soon as I get them... OH! Forgot to mention the important bit, my sister-in-crime Mz.Cooper the sweetie joined me in moral support and to get herself inked up for the first time! Thanks darling.


Seventh one done, on to the next!

Mz.Cooper being inked by guest artist Phil from Perth.