Moral Of This Whole Freaking Story

Lately I have so many things to say (relevant and irrelevant). However, I always forgot by the time I have the leisure time to sit in front of my mini-lappie and crunch on those alphabets. Anyway, this one story is a lesson-learned kind of story.

A few weeks ago, I accidentally misplaced my mobile phone. The thing was the place was almost deserted excepting the makcik-cleaner (an older cleaner lady). She seemed friendly as she did say hello to me earlier that morning. I was frantic trying to find my lost mobile as a) I love my cute mobile; b) I don't have the will or money to buy another one; c) I got like tons of numbers I never seem to remember to save somewhere else; d) I got like over $100 worth of phone credit on it; e) it's my freaking phone and I love it!

As I got around looking like a demented headless chicken trying to find my mobile phone, that makcik cleaner just looked at me disinterestedly. Finally, someone I know who worked there passed by and saw me and asked me what was wrong. I told him about my mobile and he promised to help if I didn't find it soon. I, then, asked the cleaner lady. She confessed that she hid it because 'she doesn't want any willy-nilly stranger taking a mobile phone that isn't his/hers to take' and proceeded by telling me some cock-and-bull story of her experience.

The thing is I don't believe her. It's not that I am a naturally suspicious person or that I am prejudiced because of her job or nationality (she is a foreigner). It's simply because for the past 2 to 3 hours, the only people who were there at that particular area were she and I. There was no one, absolutely no one else passes that area in that period other than that man, who passed like 2 minutes before I asked that cleaner lady. There is also the fact that she did saw me looking for something like crazy for the past 15 minutes and it never occur to her that I was looking for something? Was she a moron or something? Can't she make a connection between the found mobile phone and that crazy woman who was running from one end to another looking like she was looking for something?

I was fairly obvious in my search. The moral of the story is: Never lose your precious belonging because you'll go demented over it. And that particular cleaning lady is shady.

Playlist Today

New music of this brand spanking new year! Yay! I have One Way feat. Junsu 2PM - Rainy Days and CN Blue - Love Light on my playlist right now. I have to say both songs are very well loved by moi!

2011

Happy New Year!

Happy 2011!

Yes, yes, I really have no earthly idea why we are celebrating a new year when it means another year added to our venerable age and character, another wrinkle waiting to happen, another step closer to the 6-feet-under-'room' and so on. Anyhow, a lot of people need reason for renewal, for the need to celebrate, for the need to have another same old resolutions and to most, a reason to get drunk and party as we count down the hours to a new year.

Yes, if you noticed I am writing almost properly now. No more '....', no more bla bla bla. Anyhow, I'm the same old me. When it comes to resolutions, I wish the same thing I wished for every year, for me to work hard to achieve what ever I set to achieve. Have a great year ahead people!

P/S: The wish may come 5 days late but it's there finally. And isn't that what matters? Hehehe...

life is wonderful

words are self-fulfilling prophecy....if you say them repeatedly for enough times, they will probably come true...so, be optimistic and have faith...say all the wonderful and beautiful words like 'i am beautiful' or 'i am extremely lucky' or 'my day will be great!' or 'i am brilliant' and they might well become true ^^

p/s: yes yes this bitch said all the wrong things all the time, so please ignore her when she does so okay?

please help?

i am a conflicted person who would dearly love to listen to gossip...but i have this voice in my head, screaming 'NO, NO, NO, NO, NO 1039482374392002x!!!!!'....coz i know i would not stop at listening...it'll be all-out war for me TT_TT...very personal indeed...

season of sharing ^^

did i ever mentioned how crazily and deeply i loved 2PM?...i did?...i'm sharing one of my favourite songs, so enjoy ^^

2PM - Without You

yes yes, the mv is stereotypical and maybe a bit cheesy, but hey who cares?...i love them and i really love this song...i also really love break-up songs like crazy ^^

dear diary...

i am extremely busy this holiday season...i have been:

1. failing my on-the-road driving test...well, i am still a good girl though...i passed my hill, parking and 3-point-turn tests!...yay me!
2. busy picking a non-existent fight with my illustrious family member behind the said-member's back...i am nothing if not pathetic....
3. dusting off my textbooks for an upcoming test (one test of lessons i haven't learned as i haven't attended any, i repeat, any, classes)...
4. scrambling off like a mad-chicken-who-losses-his-head to find something of extreme importance in my life: a direction in life.
5. getting on my family's nerves by being a loser...

so, dear santa, haven't i been a good girl lately?...don't i deserve great thoughtful gifts under my christmas tree?...

merry christmas everyone! have a joyous celebration!

p/s: i am thinking and missing you guys so much! much love to rachel, joyce, nia, christina, evie, janus, jason, jessie, lirelle, malisha, nicole, rachel mak, sam, savelina, simmi, snow, suki and families...and my friends whose names i didn't mention, not for the lack of thought, but the lack of time ^^ i still love you guys much! keep in touch! and yes, i will reopen my facebook once the time is right ^^

from,

harley

rant number....whatever.

warning: this is a mindless rant whereby i, by the name of harley, will vent my spleen and everything in between. so, be forewarned.

malay, a race full of culture and traditions...we are also a race full of bullshits and wasteful words of wisdoms...one of these bullshits-and-wasteful-words-of-wisdom is 'respect the elders (no matter what provocations)'...i believe the reasoning behind this brilliant words-of-'wisdom' is the fact that elders are elder (age-wise), thus they have vast collections of wisdom through personal experience in life, well as compared to us the youngsters the midgets-in-years-and-experience...

while i believe this is true, to certain extent, and various other cultures also have similar idiom and belief, there is also the 'lesson-not-learned-factor'...let me explain that in details...how many of us have make various mistakes, only to repeat the same offense in future date?...well...there you go...i admit we do learn from our own mistakes but i also like to point out that there are also many mistakes that we keep on repeating without learning from previous experiences...

we are human, we make mistakes and we do make the same mistakes again and again...so...my whole point from this long long long rant is that not every elder is wise...yes, we should all respect everyone, disregarding their age, because well, we live on the same soil, breathe the same air, eat the same food (unless you don't eat) and yada yada yada...respect is mutual...we give them, we also have to earn them back...

this whole case point is dedicated to one of my 'dearest' elderly family member...she (ooopppsss, i gave that one away) is the most annoyingly stupid elderly woman on earth...she doesn't respect my family especially her own son, my father (opppsss, another hint giveth away)...i don't really care about how she never respect my mom and us the children (well i do but we are not important enough in her hierarchy of 'important family members', so, i will strive not to care like my sisters and brother)...but i really care about my baba...he is a loving father who dedicate his time and resources to us, the children...an apt example of fatherly dedication: me...

anyway, she had insulted, demoralized, bad-gossiping, looked-down-upon us the whole family so many times, we all already lost count...one of the things that i will always remember: she will tell to everyone (who may or may not want to know/listen) that she got '2 precious brilliant sons who are great doctors'...what about my father?...what about my father who make time to visit her and take her to breakfast every week? (when her doctor sons usually probably visit her 2 times in 3 months)...what about my father who forced my mother to take care of her when she was in the hospital when she didn't even care about my mother when she gave birth to us or visit my mother when she was hospitalized repeatedly in the past?...what about my father who helped her a lot of times financially when her business was in trouble?...what about my father who...anyway, you get my point...

i simply don't respect her...i never actually respect her...she is not a respectable person...she is not wise aka stupid as she always put her 'doctor sons' on pedestal while disregarding my father who loves and respects her...she always expect us to put her on priority while she never even give us a glance when her rich sons are around...while we are not rich, we love each other (excluding 'her royal snooty highness')...well, i sound bitter but i am bitter...while i managed to forget about her 99% of the times when i was in auckland, i can't exactly ignore her when she is being slapped on my face 24/7 here at home...this is a great example where the idiom 'respect your elders' doesn't actually work for all...this particular elder doesn't deserve respect...

the fondler

my brother, the fondler...yes, you read me, the fondler...my brother used to have this habit of fondling the corner of his pillow before before he went to sleep when he was small...it was a weird, almost-perverted, annoying and misunderstood habit of all time...at least, in this family you bet it is!....

he just had to fondle a corner of a pillow for him to be able to settle and sleep...as far as i know, he may probably still have that habit...then again, who am i to know...unless i can spy on him...hmmm...anyway, he got annoyed when his pillow case is the fitted type...you know, the one with no extra lining on the sides so there could be no extra cloth that he can fondle...

ewww....i need to re-word myself....fondle sounds a bit urghh...anyway, my mom and jaja were talking about things and mama was reminiscing about aboy's weird habit...i still remember that he even demanded baba to fondle the corner of his pillow just because he was too tired and falling asleep!!!...yes yes, my family comes from a farway planet called 'PLANET WEIRDNESS'....

i have nothing important to say (as usual)

we all love to hate...well, at least i do...it's like, when we see someone famous, say justin beiber or taylor swift perhaps, we would make some sort of remark (or at least think) like 'i'm sure he/she is a druggie/drunk/promiscuous/smoke like no tomorrow' or something like that....it's petty jealousy, madam, loud and clear...

we cannot help to be green with envy....what's not to hate?...these celebrities are young, beautiful, rich and famous...they have all the things we think we would love to have...at very least, the bank department is what we would all love to have...

we would also probably be extra judgmental....like when we see some young artists wearing these cute little top, we would make a comment like 'she look fat in that!...she should diet/find another stylist/develop some fashion sense/kill herself'...the truth is, it doesn't matter...all of us, be it a fashion icon or ordinary person will make a mistake fashion-wise one time or another...always...but the most important point is we have to be confidant in the clothes and accessories we are wearing...

i digress...the thing is, we find fault in others...you would be lying if you claim that you are not judgmental...what matters is how to respond to our inner 'judgmentalism'...we can either indulge in bitching that other party (which we will truthfully do once in a while) or shut the hell up and keep it to ourselves (or if you are extra smart, blog/tweet it)...in the end, we all deserve to exercise our freedom of speech and all that *wink wink*