When Misery Meets Company

My BF's yummy food blog, updated!

2010-10-19T22:52:00.000-07:00

My BF's now got his own domain for StreetBites and moved his tasty food blog over to http://streetbites.net
It's a great place to go and drool over some yummy food pics and stories about how food tastes soooooo good! So, whatcha waitin for? Go check it out!

Streetbites

2010-10-11T04:51:00.000-07:00

http://streetbites.wordpress.com/

StreetBites
This is the boyfriend's food blog about not only street food but also restaurant food in Malaysia and Singapore. Read it, support it, salivate over it and eat away!! There's lots of yummy articles and photos!

Hey Grouch..I am on the Women ONLY Coach!

2010-06-22T05:04:00.000-07:00

This afternoon I had the displeasure of taking the 'women only' coach in the train. To put it briefly, THEY have introduced 3 designated coaches only for women. One might ask..how does this work..is there a pact of trained dogs waiting to rip balls off men when they try to alight this women coach? Well close..you have a number of 'POLIS BANTUAN' literally translated to 'help police' whom are there to chase guys (and gals that look like guys) away to jump into the more gender friendly coaches.

As a 21st century woman who yearns to be treated like an equal opportunity democrat that secretly yearns to have the door opened for her. I couldn't help but smirk to this new 'law and arrangement' So here I was queuing and this woman pushes me to get into the train 2 seconds before I do. I mean..how does it matter to be on a women coach? People are still rude and annoying!!

And didn't we fight for equality??? Why in gay hell do we need separate coaches?? Are we coddling our society's perverts by saying..'There there.I know you can't keep it in your pants when I stand next to you in a moving train..so why don't I just disappear and have a coach all to myself?'

As time goes by, I have not once but numerous times made fleeting comments about how we as a society are just going backwards because I don't remember things being so segregated back when i was a kid, and this is just another clear example. Soon their going to segregate coaches based on BUMIPUTRA'S ONLY??

It is such an insult to one's intelligence when you conform to people's ideology without studying it or questioning it. Segregating people based on their gender is one of the lowest forms of discrimination and it only makes the woman look like a victim when she is not. May as well slap up back to the 1950's, and put us to work in the kitchen scrubbing floors.

The Ephiphany

2010-06-14T01:14:00.000-07:00

Recently I have had as mentioned above an Epiphany. Granted that I may not have known how to spell it and had to use MS word. Regardless, I do know what it means. Without sounding like a textbook. an Epiphany is a realisation of some sort. (Don't correct me, I couldn't care less)

Basically, I have realised a number of things in a short period of time. To save many the yawns reserved for the next Sex and The City movie..I shall list them down in bullet points.

The friends that I grew very close too in the last 7 years or so have made me realize that I have changed and they haven't. While I may have graduated from getting sloshed till 4 am and adjourning to a bootie call thereafter. They haven't. Although I do miss the occasional girls night out. I can safely say that I am thru cheating death each time I sit in a car with a drunk driver.
I have been a single girl for as long as I can remember and in the last year I have found someone that takes me as I am and wants to grow old with me. Although I am over the moon with this new development sadly I can't say the same for the rest. I have been taunted to 'get married and leave the country la!' to 'wow you have a boyfriend!!??' Its gone beyond a pet peeve since it makes me feel like a money grabbing whore who just wants to get married and live off her husband whilst making my partner feel like his a money cow.
I do not need to have sex since I am constantly getting screwed at work. They always expect you to run marathons for them while they cut your legs from under you. It makes me realize how much patience I have since I am still here. Its only a matter of time, before I get tired and do a Ivant Millat on everyone here.

On a lighter note, these realizations have made feel like I am better person then alot of people I know and without sounding like I am blowing my own horn (what do you know, I actually am) I am doing pretty alright. :)

PS: Martin said he won't read my blog unless I give him a special shout out..so here you go Martin..throw your hands up in the ayeerr (rolls eyes dramatically)

Us

2010-05-21T06:16:00.000-07:00

larryferrier: hmmmmmm..............remember to bring warm clothes

sharon: need to dry clean my winter coats, so i wont bother. will just use ur hoodie

larryferrier: :( dont u wana use ur clothes?

sharon: why u dont want me wearing ur clothes?? just ur hoodie when i am cold la

larryferrier: ok

sharon: why u don't want to share? Why u so stingy? Why u no trust me?

larryferrier: cos ur a thief

U stole my heart

Plane Thoughts

2010-02-16T07:17:00.001-08:00

Here I am, at LCCT waiting to board my flight to Melbourne. Thanks to free high speed wifi (and nothing else to do for the next hour) I am using my resources in blogging, something I haven't been indulging in for some time. Not to say alot wasn't happening. I guess suffice to say that I genuinely did not have the time and energy to translate my emotions into words. Why am I bothered to explain myself here...not like anyone reads my blog anyway (time and time again, I remind myself)

So before I go for a long deserved vacation, a few notes and reminders come to mind and since nobody but myself reads this, I shall address myself and myself only!

When on vacation, the four letter word (WORK) should not be uttered. Remember, you had to fight and earn this vacation thru blood, sweat and tears. Work does not need to be discussed.
Forget the whole politics esp on facebook for awhile..I know I know.. telling a cyber geek not to access the net is like telling a rat not to eat cheese. But its fun to get provincial and just cook and make margaritas and hang by the beach.
Try to have as much sleep on the plane as possible, upon arrival there are a million things to see and do..bed should be the last thing on ones mind.

Yeap, lots more I could say but I am actually getting very sleepy. Hope to sleep on the plane. Boarding in half hour. Toodles!

A Plea for 2010

2009-12-31T00:36:00.000-08:00

I wrote to The Sun after feeling so exasperated. Larry said don't bother, but I decided the diva in me needed to voice out my frustration.

Dear Editors

I realize what I am about to write may never get published or maybe even read. But I am just desperate to be heard. I am Indian Malaysian. I currently rent a room with a sweet Chinese family. My big plans for 2010 include renting my own place. Since I am still young (at least I'd like to think so!) I am not ready to commit myself to real estate just yet.

Just like everyone out there, I look to good old Google to search for the best place for a young and independent working girl. But alas every add including the papers have a disclaimer that stabs me every time I read it. 'Chinese ONLY' or 'Chinese and Malay preferred' The best part is, I would find the dream rental and get my hopes crushed when I get a rude awakening. Of course I am not totally naive. I have been a victim of racism for as long as I can remember. Due to my skin colour, I have been treated like a social leper all my life.

I am not about to list down all the unfortunate events leading back from kindergarten but I do wish that for 2010 (may as well since its just around the corner) that my fellow Malaysians would learn to be more accepting. Just because your favorite food is from an Indian stall does not make you racially tolerant. If you are unwilling to rent your place to an Indian because you feel that I am going to terrorize your place then its taking 'your people' backwards I am sadly disappointed when alot of my extended family of different races have worked so hard in changing the society's perception towards race that there are still a handful out there that insist on keeping their rotten thoughts and are not even embarrassed to advertise it in big bold letters.

So to 2010, whatever it is you bring, I hope it includes a nice racist free apartment for me to live in without the fear of torch wielding neighbors waiting at my door step

Happy New Years to The Sun family, may all your resolutions come true.

Best Regards
Sharon

A letter to loneliness

2009-12-26T03:52:00.000-08:00

Dear Loneliness,

Hey, it's been awhile. How have you been? I am not writing because I miss you. It's just that you made a brief visit without calling and I decided to just let you know exactly what you mean to me so that we don't walk together again. Yes this is a break up note.

We've known each other for a long time. I can't remember exactly when we were introduced but I do know that we stuck to each other like herpes to a prostitute. I can't say we had a smooth relationship, in fact I remember us fighting and hitting each other many times. Yet, you always insisted in sleeping next to me at night. Come to think of it..we had a pretty abusive relationship didn't we?

There were times when I thought I got rid of you when I met someone new, but who knew you were sinister enough to come masked in other forms (depression,emptiness, anger, hatred, jealousy) I must admit I was in denial and forced myself to believe that you changed to something more positive like Love.

You kept me company every night even when I screamed for you to let go of me. You always had a firm grip on me and I was too weak to pry away from your strong hands. You promised me so many things that I succumbed to that eventually led to nothing but words. Yes as much as I hate to say it you were always there even when my best friends weren't.

I feel like I should be grateful somehow, but when I look back at all the ugliness I wanted to put myself through for you..it just makes me sad. I know you have been stalking me. I've seen your shadow a few times. The last time I threw you out I promised myself that I am never taking you back again. I am happier now and I know you can see that.

So loneliness, I know its lonely to walk alone. Yes we were best friends and lovers. But I've found someone now. He makes me happy and he is real. Unlike you, his honest. In case you're wondering. His name is LOVE.

I know you've met him, his mentioned you a few times. Told me that you will visit occasionally but his always going to be there for me and never let harm get in my way. I've learnt to accept that and I'd just like to say to you that the next time you come in, leave the key. You won't be needing it anymore. In fact there is no place for you here. I will be gracious enough to offer you a glass of water but that's it.

Trust that we have reached understanding in this matter. I wish you the best of luck. I hear you have been a squatter in a certain 40 year old's life. I always knew you were gay and you liked older men.

Best Regards,
Lonely No More

I've...

2009-11-10T07:27:00.000-08:00

I've been meaning to blog for sometime, but with my trusted laptop going ape shit on me and refusing to work, plus the super tight arsed fire wall at work..I was unable to stay inspired long enough to access the blog sphere. Nonetheless, a lot has happened..

I've manage to shed the ugly skin I had on, the skin filled with scars and hatred, bullet wounds and abuse. I am happy to report that I am happier these days and its amazing how little things help you gain a positive outlook in life.

I've learnt to be grateful...regardless of the situation. Sure, perpetually happy people still don't fail to annoy me but Life is going to kick you in the shins every moment it gets. May as well enjoy it and be happy whenever you can.

I've fallen in love..for a long time as long as I can remember, I just yearned to feel special, important, wanted and beautiful. Of course, you become the occasional Oprah and look in the mirror and go 'you are a beautiful woman Sharon, you do not need a man to make you feel special' That is absolutely correct. However, when every guy that has ever entered your life, ripped your soul and made you feel filthy and ugly, it gets harder to give yourself that pep talk sometimes. Nevertheless, just when I decided to shut the door and take solace in a big shoe...Cupid hits me with the biggest bow he can find.

All I can say is, when the person you've dreamt off appears in your doorstep by all means start unbolting those locks.

I've done it all, I've pinched myself, been cynical, blunt, rude, and lastly fallen head over heels and the cherry on the icing of the cake is, he feels the same way

Hear ye Hear ye, order is now restored in the world.

The Homecoming.

2009-08-02T01:59:00.001-07:00

Wow, it's been exactly 2 months since my last post. (not that anyone would notice) but yea like most serious bloggers expecting to be taken seriously 'I write not for others but for myself' I suppose I just haven't been feeling inspired lately. Alot has happened in the last 2 months tho, I've shed some skin, had a new one grow..some parts are still healing..an emotional plastic surgery you may say. However, I am not about to get emo junkie on here. I notice that my blog has been nothing but dark and truth be told it's not how I feel every second of the time.

I have alot to be grateful for, among them is work. When life in general gets you down, its good to just immerse yourself in the one thing that keeps you busy and distracts you from feeling like scum. Work has managed to take the best of me and at this point, I can't think of anything else I rather invest my time on.

Health wise, I have been abusing myself. Yes I am back there again. I should work out and I will! (bares teeth) The weather has been an inglorious bastard (I felt very Quentin Tarrantino-ey) seriously tho KL is the hottest city in the world right now I reckon. How can i be 30 freaking degrees at 10 pm at night! O wait I am suppose to be listing out stuff I am grateful for. O hum.. ok I'll do my best:-

Work
Family
Friends
Sanity
God
Cheap food
Alcohol

I know the list sounds like a standard template but truth be told I really am grateful for the above mentioned things. I may not go to church every Sunday or may indulge in several or more deadly sins but God has always been there for me, even when I don't ask for Him, He is there and right now I couldn't ask for more.

God is Good all the Time .

S. E. X

2009-06-02T08:51:00.001-07:00

Addiction comes in many different forms and manifestations. As humans, we replace one need with another. We each need a vice. It can be cigarettes, alcohol or even over doing an activity like gardening or playing golf. First step in getting over an addiction is to admit you have a severe attraction/craving towards something/someone.

Most people don't believe it would be considered an addiction if you simply enjoying seeing a particular person 24/7 or having sex 3 times a day. After all, its only human nature. But what would it be considered if your fine one moment and the next minute you have a dying need to have something badly? Say for instance, in the 7 days in a week that I choose to eat in, there is one day that i simply MUST MUST MUST eat out. Would that make me an addict? Or going out drinking with my friends and while they have a 2 bottles of beer I MUST MUST MUST have 6? or even 7?

In the old days, addiction was considered a disease, so was being Black or homosexual. Over the years we manage to remove some of the stigma. What comes along next? Should I simply admit I like having sex and I would like some now? Doesn't matter who, just give it to me. Would that make a whore? An addict? A troubled 20 something? Do I need to place a label on myself before I go out and make my request? Would that help me determine what I want or would that make it easier for people to decide if I am what I am?

It Is What It Is

2009-05-09T19:01:00.000-07:00

When this song was released I must have been about 12. At that time, my only issues with the world was having too much homework and being told what to do. 12 years later this song sings to me differently.

So here we are again, at point A for which i left to go to point B in the first place. Like a cat chasing its own tail I am back to where I started -->Looserville. One might think that after being rejected countless times its easy to get used to it and over time you just ride the wave and hold your head up. Maybe it works for some people, somehow it never stuck in me. I can't avoid the questions I am asking in my head, I can't help feeling as if its my fault and that it's me and not you even when you told me, it was you and not me.

What can I possibly do to get your attention? I am not even sad, just really angry and disappointed. You knew that it wasn't going anywhere, yet you hid that and allowed me to go around thinking that there was a chance. When I finally corner you and make you tell me the truth all you can say to me is 'I'll be honest, I don't see this going anywhere' How do you expect me to react to that? Yet you insist, 'I just want you as my friend' Are you so incredibly selfish that you only think about what you would lose if I walked away?

I spent more money then I earn in a month to buy a ticket just to come see you and you tell me 'I'd still want you here as my friend?' I haven't felt this disappointed in myself for a long time. 6 months to be exact. For 6 months I was finally picking myself up. and now I am bulldozed to the ground once again. When I tell you what this does to me, you tell me 'It happens to everyone'

Honestly do I look like I could care less about 'everyone' right now? I know it takes two to tango and this is as much as my fault as it could be yours, and trust me I am punishing myself enough with the ugly thoughts that are circling my mind. But I will tell you this, don't flatter yourself for thinking you've got to me, and that you've made me crumble and fall to pieces. I ABSOFUCKINGLUTELY hate you right now, but you want a friend so badly you got it. I will be your friend but only because I have to

If You Like Pina Coladas

2009-05-07T08:21:00.000-07:00

Below is a self advertisement from a popular dating site.

27 year old American male living in Cagayan De Oro blonde hair and blue eyes
Howdy (We in Texas say howdy for hello), Pretty Pinay ; I AM HERE IN CAGAYAN DE ORO CITY

First of all let me thank you for visiting my little site here. Please allow me to introduce myself. My name is John Blansit and I am a 27 year old American from Houston, Texas, United States currently living in the city of Cagayan De Oro. I am basically visiting the southern Philippines for two reasons which are
A.) Find the brown exotic looking sexy asian woman of my dreams with long hair and large breasts. I am wanting to meet my future lover, best friend and wife all rolled into one woman. Asia has the most beautiful and exotic looking women in the world so if you want to marry an asian you need to go to where they are. In other words fish where the fish are.
B.) I want to enjoy the wonderful scenery that your country has to offer. I want to travel around the country with the woman of my choice and who also selects me as her husband. I am here because I am tired of American women, they are all so spoiled and dont appreciate the true meaning of life.

Now a little about me as you can see by the photo on my site here;

Blonde hair, blue eyed, American white male living in Cagayan De Oro. Looking to email a female and chat some but want to meet within a week of our first correspondence. Will travel to meet you in the area of Cagayan De Oro and go as far south as Davo and as far north as Cebu possibly further if the chemistry between us is right.

I am looking for an asian woman that is free to travel around the Phils and take the time to get to know each other. If we both like each other I want to spend a week together in Camiguin Island resort area.

I am looking for a very pretty asian woman that will basically ROCK MY WORLD as this is very important to me. You must be willing to marry and live in the United States. Please do not let me fall in love and you will not want to leave the Philippines as this has already happened once. If you know you look good in the mirror by all means email me with a picture and lets get to know each other at blansitjohn@yahoo.com. Don't be shy with you email telling me what you are looking for in a man and send your sexy best pic. I am looking for the type of pretty woman that when she walks down the street all eyes are on her. I basically want a Trophy Woman to take home to my family and friends.

Age means nothing to me because I have seen some older Pinays here that are extremely good looking with sexy bodies. If you have long hair, brown skin, nice size breasts and you know you are pretty i could care less of your age please email me and we can see what happens.

I will be staying in the Philippines and will stay here in this Pacific Paradise as long as needed to find my wife. I want time to get to know each other and hopefully fall in love as I am defintely a romantic at heart.

P.S. Please for God sake be a NON SMOKER, SMOKERS STAY TO YOURSELF, LUNGS ARE AT WORK HERE, I dont want my clothing to reek of smoke and I certainly dont want to kiss an ash tray. If you wear thong panties, short skirts and heels please lets chat.

This is what I see happening to me in the next few months. I meet the woman of my dreams, we go around the Phils enjoy each other as we fall in love. From there we fly to Manila and go to the American Embassy on Roxas street. Once we get to the American Embassy, we fill out the necessary paper work for a fiancee visa for you to come to the United States to marry me. Once you get into the United States in this case the Lone Star state of Texas we must marry within 90 days for you to legally live and stay as my wife. I certainly hope the journey goes well for the both of us.

I am currenty living in the Pueblo golf course area and i play 18 holes of golf daily. If you are in the area please stop in and say howdy parder. I also have a car and I can come to you if we click and the chemistry is right

DISCLAIMER:: No editing what so ever was done from this original profile, I just copied and pasted for your viewing pleasure. Enjoy!!

My Sad Irony

2009-04-27T07:19:00.000-07:00

Turn down the lights,
turn down the bed
Turn down these voices inside my head
Lay down with me, tell me no lies
Just hold me close, dont patronize
- dont patronize me

Chorus:
cause I cant make you love me if you dont
You cant make your heart feel
something it wont
Here in the dark,
in these lonely hours
I will lay down my heart and Ill feel the power
But you wont,
no you wont
cause I cant make you love me,
if you dont
Ill close my eyes,
then I wont see
The love you dont feel
when youre holding me

Morning will come and Ill do whats right
Just give me till then to give up this fight
And I will give up this fight

Chorus:
cause I cant make you love me if you dont
You cant make your heart feel something it wont
Here in the dark, in these lonely hours
I will lay down my heart and Ill feel the power
But you wont, no you wont
cause I cant make you love me, if you dont

Racists Anonymus

2009-04-25T04:20:00.000-07:00

Hi, I am sharon, i am indian and i am a racist

(clap, clap clap)

My journey towards hating other races did not start smoothly. As far as I can remember I came from a family that allowed mixing and co mingling with people of other colours. I just never understood why back in school I was not allowed to enter a certain circle due to my 'blackness' or the fast that I was constantly taunted as being 'keling' and having someone say 'my mom told me not to speak to Indians' For a long time, I hated my skin, my 'blackness' and wished I wasn't so 'dirty' If only I was Chinese I would have more friends and people would think I was more attractive.

As i grew older, I begin to make friends with different types of races. Having best friends who were from different cultural backgrounds was no big deal for me, although I did occasionally get the whole 'You can't come to my house, coz my father doesn't like Indians' Somehow, I became used to the taunts and the jeers. The name calling had all become a daily norm that I had together with breakfast. It just felt like..this is how it is..deal with it. I didn't even get upset or wince each time someone 'assumed' I was from Africa.

Today however, all the suppressed hate I have been keeping for the last 20 years came bubbling. As i was crossing a road this morning. This car who saw me crossing and since it was near the market and it was a pedestrian right of way he should have to wait till I had finished crossing. Instead, he took a turn and hit me with his car. No I was not hurt. But when i turned around I saw this guy sitting in the car with the smugness on his face that only someone with no conscience can have. He didn't even mouth an apology. When I yelled and asked him if he was blind. He just sat there like a retarded piece of shit.

Suddenly I was playing the role of a dog and he was the king of the universe. The fact that I can be absolutely certain that if someone of his same colour had been the victim, the scene would have played a little more differently. Some may say that i over react or that maybe he didn't mean to or I should cut him some slack.

The point of the matter is this. I could have been badly hurt. He never bothered. You ask me why i am racist, I will tell you why. It's because of these bastards who grew up with no morals have thought me how to be one

The Tree And The Bird

2009-04-20T05:31:00.000-07:00

Once there was a tree, it was a big tree with lots of branches and leaves. Because it gave a good shade, many birds perched on it and some built little nests. The tree didn't mind because it enjoyed the company especially at night as the tree feared being in the dark.

Sometimes, the tree made friends with the birds as it stood there listening to their gossips and chirping. Some of the stories were funny and exciting. Many times the tree tried to make a 'best friend' but whenever winter came the birds would fly off and never come back living their nests empty and withered and the tree would have to clean up after itself. For months until summer came, the tree always spent the cold winter alone in its thoughts wondering why isn't there anyone or anything that is willing to be with it.

Was the tree so massively big and ugly that nobody thought it had feelings? Or has the tree been too kind allowing every creature to nestle on it comfortably without any worry? After countless lonely winters. The tree made a promise to itself that it would never let anyone take advantage of it. From now on, no creatures are allowed to use the tree in anyway for their benefits alone.

Soon summer came and the chirps could be heard from afar. At once the tree perked its branches and prepared to chase of any birds that came close. As the birds drew nearer it realized that they were flying off to the next tree that had more branches and leaves. A sad sorrow downed on the tree fully realising that it was no longer needed and the birds would never bother to even take a second look at it.

As it stood cowering..trying to hide its tears..a hummingbird with broken wings flew and perched on its branch. The humming bird was in a lot of pain and complained that some boys threw stones on him resulting in the injury. The tree took sympathy and allowed the hummingbird to stay on it for as long as it wants. The tree even fed it with seeds and broke some of its twigs and leaves to create a nice comfortable nest.

Within a few weeks the humming bird had recovered and him and the tree became best friends. 'At last, I have a best friend!!' thought the tree beaming from one branch to the other. The humming bird looked like he was enjoying the tree's company too, always flying off and bringing news and stories from outside the Forrest, the tree could not be happier.

As winter drew nearer, the tree opened a discussion enquiring what the humming bird had planned? The bird drew a heavy breath and said that it should have to fly off since the weather was too cruel for a bird to survive. The bird explained that they would always be friends and that it would return every summer to spend time with the tree. Although the tree was sad to hear this, it still felt hopeful that the bird would return.

Winter came, it was a very difficult goodbye. The bird promised that it would visit as soon as the first leaf turned green.The tree gave it a painful nod and watch the bird fly. Spring came, then summer. The tree anticipated until the last leaf turned brown. Autumn then winter again. Still the tree waited for the first leaf to turn green.

The hummingbird never returned. According to the other birds that flew by in the summer to come,The hummingbird had found another tree in the Forrest nearby and has built a big enough nest for him and his family. The tree was no doubt hurt that the bird did not nearly feel the same way the tree felt about their friendship and the he had forgotten the promise he made to the tree.

With its head bent, the tree waited for the next winter where it would be alone, once more again and forever.

A Letter to Sandman

2009-04-18T06:39:00.001-07:00

Dear Mr Sandman,

I know you must be busy sprinkling whatever it is you call your sprinkles that help people sleep, so I won't take much of your time. Its just that I've notice a recurring thing that always happens when its my off day. As you know, on days that I'm working, for some reason my sleeping pattern gets distorted because I spend my nights having nonsense thoughts and by the time I actually reach Zzz Land my alarm rings and i end up going to work grumpy and whiny. You must be thinking, why didn't I come to you sooner especially if I had been facing this problem for so long.

Well, I always felt it was important to help myself before I reach out to others, so what I've always told myself is I would catch up on my sleep on my days off.

Which brings me back to the reason I am writing to you. I am afraid I've reached my wits end. Since I've made sure to not make any social plans on days off so that I can spend it revitalising my sleep status, I've tried in vain to spend my day in slumber. But alas that's not to be. Don't get me wrong, your sprinkles does wonders on me in fact theres almost never a day that goes by that I don't feel a little sleepy. It's just that well, whenever I try to sleep, that's when it gets 40 degrees outside and the sun is scorching without an ounce of rain to cool off.Furthermore, I have come to realize that the dogs in the neighbourhood have all conspired against me, because the moment I shut my eyes, they start barking endlessly. Not to mention, evil babies that do not stop crying.

I don't mean to sound like a whiner, but I am also obliged to report that the house 2 doors away have been doing major renovations and this afternoon, their incessant noise ruined my sleep completely.

Now I know, you are only one man and you are in charge of literally the whole universe, but may I ask just for one teensy favour that sometime soon, before I die out of sleep deprivation that you might find it in your heart to give me stronger sprinkles so that I may sleep even if there's a hurricane?

I would appreciate the consideration

Needing Sleep Badly
Sharon

Sparkly

2009-04-12T08:46:00.000-07:00

As a child, like many others, I had been fed with fairy tales. Be it from books or movies, the plot was always the same

Boy meets Girl, Boy woos Girl (in tamil movies, girl's brother will kill boy because boy is not rich enough) Sparks fly, Boy and Girl wonder off on a horse into happily ever after.

I always sighed at the end and told myself, I will know he's the one when I feel this so called butterfly in my stomach and my heart skips a beat when I hear his name. I am 24 this year and I can say I have never felt any of this sensations. Doesn't mean I never got crushed tho, all the times that I took mild in digestions for 'funny feeling inside..must be love' I just ended up getting flattened by a lawn mover named rejection. Still, unfazed I told myself that I will somehow get that feeling someday, when prince charming will gallantly come and sweep me off my feet. Once again...never happened.

At one point, I became so frustrated I wanted to write an angry email condemning and intending to sue makers of fairy tales for telling lies to children and that there was never a happily ever after. Of course..Hans Christian Andersen don't subscribe to Gmail..so hey, what can a girl do?

After running around circles and growing tired of playing the field I finally met someone. A person whom I felt completely at ease with. Someone I could say whatever I wanted, or behaved however I wanted. I didn't have to shave my legs, or brush my teeth in the mornings before leaning over for a kiss. I could burp, snore (like a lumberjack) but it didn't matter. He just didn't care.

I thought about it, what is this feeling inside me that's lacking, I am not feeling the butterflies, his definitely not prince charming. He doesn't own a horse. He doesn't make my heart skip a beat but yet I feel comfortable Do I need anything else?

We did the run around

Him: I don't feel a spark
Me: So?
Him: So..I don't know?
Me: Do u like Me?
Him: Yes.
Me: Do u wanna give this a go?
Him: (pauses) Ok

SO conclusively, we're giving it a go, not because we're super duper in love and he makes the day brighter or the flowers smell better, but only because the bottom line is, he gets me. and I'd like to think I get him to

O and BTW, this scares the shit out of me.

Eat, Pray, Fall

2009-03-18T09:39:00.000-07:00

If someone tells me the road leads to a dead end, i will just opt not to walk on it. Whats the point? Yet, I still pursue someone knowing clearly it wouldn't' go anywhere because that person may or may not feel the same way about me..really is it worth it?

When I heard something I didn't really want to hear from someone I had 'kinda' liked, my first reaction was 'WHYYYY!!! WHYYYY IS THIS HAPPENING TO ME?!?!?! but then something screamed back and said...WHAT WOULD BE SO WRONG??? and that stopped me in my tracks. Made me think of the question again. Really what would be so wrong in being by yourself? Am I so desperate to be with anyone that I am willing to let just anybody who walks in apply to be prince charming?

Recently I finished a book by Elizabeth Gilbert called 'Eat, Pray, Love' its about her journey to self discovery after a nasty divorce. She writes about her battle in finding the peace within and how she learns to accept and love herself before ultimately falling in love again. It struck a cord in me. If i don't love myself..who will? and really being alone isn't the end of the world.

So i guess the point I am trying to make here is, Its ok..its fine if you don't like me back. I am sick of the false pretenses anyway. Going for someone just cause they think I am 'one of a kind' then end up falling flat on my face..

Confessions Of A Call Center Girl

2009-03-15T02:05:00.000-07:00

I've told myself time and time that 'I would NEVER work in a call center again'. But given the fact that i abruptly left my previous job and the crashing economy. I dived into whichever job that opened its arms to me.

Granted my little mafias on each shoulder had a grand discussion on whether it was the right thing for me to do.

Mafia 1: Sharon, I don't think you should do this. You said you NEVER will!!

Mafia 2: No you're doing the right thing...you NEED this job!

So here I am again, with the advice of Mafia 2, at a call center. But not all is bad, I have been providing customer service for an airline and it co relates with travel/tourism since that was what I was involved in the past year. Surely this would help bring 'oomph' to my cv granted I stay in this job long enough to make something out of myself.

For those who are in high paying jobs upon completing a double/triple degree in kissing ass cum boning the professor might have a misconception that call center jobs are like telephone operators. One might even go so far to think we have a board in front of us and all we do all day is connect the wires and say 'please hold while i connect your call'

As much as i would love to believe my job is as easy as connecting the dots, we are literally made to sit there and be YOUR punching bag. Yes, each time YOU have a problem with a service/product you dial a number and the person on the other line needs to put up with you. If you make a mistake by missing your flight...I have to help you get the next flight. If I can't get you a flight because the world doesn't revolve around you, YOU kick me in the face. Its quite an abusive job.

But you know what's great about all this? The physcology. The types of people i come across each day be it on the call or even at work. Its amazing. How many can say they interact with a minimum of 100 people a day? I can because I answer that amount of calls. Even if a call lasts no longer then 2 minutes. I get closer to learn a person's character from their tone of voice.

And hey...I have a job...do you??

Note To Self

2009-03-09T08:26:00.000-07:00

Dear Sharon's Heart,

I know we've had our differences in the past, you say no I say yes. I've put your interests aside and have just dived into situations knowing full well..you will be the first to get hurt when something goes wrong.

Every time we hit a wall, you get shattered. In return I try mend you with whatever stationery's I can find. From staples to plasters and play dohs, just to put you together because lets face it..if there's no you, there's no me.

You have been very forgiving. Always quick to mend and tell me never to repeat the same stunt again. I promise you time and time again and yet i make the same mistakes again. You assure me, that you are strong and you can take the pain even though I can see you struggling to stand up.

I know I have been very selfish, I throw fits and claim you don't understand me. I retaliate by doing the exact opposites of what you tell me just to hurt you even more. Sometimes i forget that you get revenge by sharing the same inflicted pain. I try to blame you. I say it's your fault. Yet you have been patient enough, nodding and accepting every curse i hurl at you.

Please try to understand, that I am seeking help in trying to listen to you. You are the one for me and without you I am nothing. I am fully aware you are irreplaceable. I yearn to take better care of you and I hope to never dive into a wall again.

Lastly, thank you for being a wonderful companion for without your wisdom and strength, I fail as a person

Your Friend,
Sharon's Brain

Of Birds And Bees

2009-03-01T20:20:00.000-08:00

Disclaimer: This is an msn chat, hence there were many typing errors and mispelled jargons. This conversation is between two people who were very sane and not under any drug/alcohol substance. This chat was edited from its original form to fit into this blog

The sweetest taste of sin.. says:
Latisha says:
im going to b a slut on ur cock

The sweetest taste of sin.. says:
LOL!! hows that for a hello?

Sharon says:
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHA

Sharon says:
omg i am laughing so hard u have no idea

The sweetest taste of sin.. says:
dont ever say i dont help out with the calories

Sharon says:
laughing burnsss

Sharon says:
i should write what she said down and try it the next time i have phone sex

The sweetest taste of sin.. says:
hahaha stop!!!

The sweetest taste of sin.. says:
stomach cramps

Sharon says:
its fucking funny wei!!!

Sharon says:
wait wait what did u reply

The sweetest taste of sin.. says:
she's a fuckin stunner ok

The sweetest taste of sin.. says:
i mean seriously...victoria secret shit

The sweetest taste of sin.. says:
i have no idea what i did right

Sharon says:
i bet she is..thats why she's balsy enough to say that

Sharon says:
average looking ppl wont get away saying shit like that i tell u the world is made for hotties

The sweetest taste of sin.. says:
thats right...we just enjoy the scraps left over

The sweetest taste of sin.. says:
im cool with that

Sharon says:
excuse u

Sharon says:
what do u mean 'we'

Sharon says:
u mean 'u'

Sharon says:
i am still hot

The sweetest taste of sin.. says:
we being me, myself and I?

The sweetest taste of sin.. says:
duhhh

The sweetest taste of sin.. says:
u think the world revolves around u dont you?

Sharon says:
abuthen!!!

Sharon says:
o u wish i was a slut on ur cock

The sweetest taste of sin.. says:
i have someone whos gonna be a slut on my cock

The sweetest taste of sin.. says:
OMG we thought of the same thing at the same time

The sweetest taste of sin.. says:
ha!

Sharon says:
how tottaly fetch!!

The sweetest taste of sin.. says:
fo shizzzlleee

The sweetest taste of sin.. says:
my ass hurts

Sharon says:
o have coookie crumbs all over my bed. i could swear if u put me in a pan i would be a shitznel

The sweetest taste of sin..
try all you want, im still not gonna eat you

Why?

2009-02-14T05:05:00.001-08:00

Here's a list of questions I felt I just had to compile. Sometimes I just don't understand they way people behave and its beyond me. Granted I am also human and have made many silly random dumbass mistakes, still some things do not fail to puzzle me.

1: Why do people walk ever so slowly in front of you, but the same people would push you just to get into the train quickly?

2: Why do some people think that speaking in an accent makes them sound smart and sassy?

3: Why do girls wear make up to the gym

4: (Referring to question 3) Why do girls wear thongs during a workout??

5: Why do people pull a sicky after a weekend knowing full well, the management reserves all the right to suspect you're playing hookie and not really sick?

6: Why do people stand on the right side of the escalators when the sign clearly says, 'Please stand on your left and allow people to pass'

7: Why do people stare at me when I speak English?

8: Why do girls wear the skimpiest outfits just to go to the mall?

9: Why are couples joined in the hip when their in public?

10: Why do people only listen to what they wanna hear and not the truth?

25

2009-02-05T02:08:00.000-08:00

Theres a trend facebookers are following currently.You may write A list of 25 random things about yourself and tag 25 other people who do the same thing. Since i am not a fan of tagging but I am still bored and pretencious enough to shout to the world random things about myself, I've decided to just list it down here. (IF i can manage to find enough things)

1) I am a closeted hypochondriac. I tend to always feel ill and nauseous

2) I never cared much for cool gadgets but since i got an Ipod Touch I have been over the moon

3) I have a passion for writing but recently a local author who reviewed my article told me i lacked structure and i sound very pretentious in trying to use big words.

4) I would drink this author's bath water because I have never appreciated such constructive criticism before

5) I wanted to write something completely random but I just forgot what it was.

6) I get easily agitated and annoyed by people who come and strike a conversation with me asking me shit i couldn't give a damn about like 'do u see yourself getting married?'

7) My life revolves around the net. I come home and spend hours surfing websites and chatting. Believe it or not I have more friends online then in real life.

8) I fall in love easily, but i fall out just as quickly

9) I get bored very fast and I tend to not follow through with something once my interest fades out

10) I have very low self esteem issues. I always believed that I was never beautiful or smart enough to achieve anything, however I'm coming to learn that the key to being confident is pretending to be confident.

11) I get revolted around superficial people and often wish i could walk around carrying a pistol.

12) I am not really a fan of hugging and kissing friends. I can be an affectionate person but I don't really have the habit of sharing hugs and kisses when meeting up with friends.

13) I've recently started to become a germaphobe. Its actually quite funny because my room is in a complete mess but when I go out I am beginning to wipe everything and wash my hands after touching anything.

14) Popular to the contrary, I am quite a private person and hate speaking about who I am dating or who I am into.

15) I love gossip. I love talking about other people, I just don't like talking about myself

16)I secretly curse girls who talk about their perfect boyfriends, because I am thinking 'dammit why couldn't he choose me!!'

17) I am quite the classic nerd. People have this pre conceived idea based on how i look and dress and they think i am this wild chick who clubs till dawn and parties like its 1999. The truth is, my ideal days are spent with a good book in bed.

18)I talk alot around my friends, but put me in a room with strangers and I will be as quiet as a mouse

19) I tend to be very trustworthy and gullible and believe anyone almost instantly upon meeting them

20) I am multi racist, I hate all races including my own.

21) My dream is to travel the world and have my passport stamped full.

22) I constantly need a kick in the arse to get moving because I am the laziest person on earth.

23) Sometimes I look back at a time when i was 18 and i used to club 3 days a week and get drunk like theres no tomorrow, I couldn't do it now because I just don't have the stamina.

24) The older I get the lower my tolerance level gets.

25) I love talking to myself out loud ( when i am alone), and i think its a healthy form of self expression

Readeth My Blogeth

2009-01-29T05:53:00.000-08:00

Only after bearing a very emotional part of me in the last entry, i came to know that people actually read my blog, (Yes Mike apart from YOU!!) so for the handful of readers who (were actually my friends) kaypoed around and asked me who was the 'former best friend and lover' I thank you for the concern, however I am obliged to inform that since its all over, I wish to close that chapter of my life and move on.

Let's move on to a place with rainbows with pots of gold waiting at the end of it

Give Peace A Chance

2009-01-24T00:34:00.000-08:00

I'm done with the feeling of hate, spite and anger. For the first time in a long time I am happy and I would love to hang on to that feeling for a little longer. Here's a letter to two very important people that as of this year no longer play a part in my life.

To My Former Best Friend,

For days, I tried to understand what was going on with you. I tried reaching out but you never complied. Always saying you were busy and tired. I saw pictures of you on facebook in various clubs and hang outs, but you never found the time to even go out for a drink with me.

Just this afternoon, I visited one of our common friend's blog and she wrote an entry about how much her friends meant to her and she named 3 of her closest friends, one of them was you. Stung me abit, made me feel like you could be there for her and not me.

I was told to talk to you, to call you and find out what was going on, believe me I tried. Somehow, you just didn't feel the need to explain why it was you were behaving the way you did.

I understand that I may have done something wrong, although I have no idea what. Avoiding me without giving me a proper explanation doesn't make me a mind reader of some sort.

However, in recent times I have managed to find peace within myself. Thanks to the wonderful things that I have been blessed with, I can now tell you that I do not have ill feelings towards you. I am fully aware that we may never cross paths again, but if we do just know that I still do care.

To my Former Lover,

Now you have hurt me the most. It took me sleepless nights and tears to get over you. Even then, there wasn't a day that went by that I didn't think of whether you were thinking of me.

My letter to you will be short.

My heart has ached too much for you and it just isn't fair. I had to go through different levels to come to where i am now. It started with insecurity, anger, hate,sadness and finally lead to disappointment.

Today I can say, i no longer care.

Yours Truly
Sharon

Job Application (version 0.1)

2009-01-09T06:23:00.000-08:00

I applied for a free lance writing position for an up and coming website dealing with love and relationships, this was my email to them:

Hi, i came across, an ad looking for part time writers from www.asiaparttime.com. I failed to open the link and read further on how to apply hence I am here. I would love to enquire how I can be a part of your team. I do have a blog of my own, tho its more personal and cynical if i say so myself www.doireallyhavetoo.blogspot.com Would love to hear back! Thanks ps: I know my blog doesn't do much justice in talking about love and relationships but given the chance I am sure i will be able to write a good article for your blog

This was the reply I got back:

Dear Sharon

I would like to inform you that you are not selected to be writer as we have inspirational writer that able to produce quality content for us. We look forward to work with you guys in the future. Will keep you guys updating. Thanks.

I swear, I did no editing what so ever to the content of this email. I am going to save the obvious bitching and ranting to explain how bad this so called editor/writer/content specialist wrote back.

I am just tickled..

10 Ways To Tolerate Your Stupid Behaviour When You Think Your In Love

2009-01-01T17:09:00.000-08:00

1) Avoid romantic dramas on television as they give unrealistic expectations about jumping in front of a bus only to have a prince charming come rescue you in the nick of time

2) When you meet someone and have a pleasant conversation with him/her, do not start envisioning white picket fences and children named after the street you met him/her on

3) Do not talk about your past lovers, even if he/she seems cool about it and insist that their fine..truth is..THEIR NOT

4) Always appreciate little gestures, but do not get over excited when he sends you flowers (refer to point number 2)

5) Do not talk about him/her to your friends 24/7. Even the most understanding and oldest friends will walk away sooner or later when they realize this is high school all over again

6) Stop updating your facebook with status like 'Its Complicated' or 'Engaged' every 10 minutes..the attention span of the average adult is 20 minutes so sooner or later, nobody cares.

7) You're not the only person in the planet whose been in love so stop acting like suddenly the flowers smell good, or food taste better.

8) Never forget your friends and family, make sure you still make the time to see them. There are 7 days in a week, pick one for them and only them

9) Be gracious when accepting compliments, being in love makes you feel like a different person, and most often it shows so when someone says your glowing..you most probably are

10) Remember you had a life circa pre love, live your life and do not compromise your identity for anyone.

True Story

2008-12-27T05:14:00.000-08:00

This is a true story, it happened to a friend of a friend of mine:

Alice was a bright girl who has been battling with her weight since she was a child. Constantly being taunted for being overweight she resorted to binge eating to help her fill a void. When she turned 18 and started experiencing adulthood, the pressure of being thin increased as she watched her friends get picked up in clubs or dress up in whatever they wanted. Alice desperately wanted to fit in, so she started throwing up whatever she ate. As the pounds started to shed she started to feel better about herself and soon she became confident enough.

However, things didn't end there. Although she was no longer obese, she was still considered over weight and she was still voluptuous and curvy compared to other skinnier girls. Her sister tried putting her in a gym and advising her on a diet, she was beginning to feel better about working out and for the first time feeling good about herself and the skin that she was in. Sadly there were still people around her who consistently tried dragging her down, saying her clothes were too tight, and she shouldn't wear short skirts and show her cellulite thighs to the world.

Alice had had enough by this point, she could not be happy with herself and whenever she did try, people around her always made it a point to drag her down. She decided to end her life, and she killed herself.

The End

Ok that story was completely fictional yet I wont be surprised if these things have happened to girls around the world. My point is..you will never understand body issues if you have never been short, fat, flabby, dark, freckled, or whatever else the media exposes as 'unpretty' and i am not saying you have to understand it. All i am saying is SHUT THE FUCK UP! if your skinny, then its well and good. Nobody in GAY HELL gives a shit about your opinion on people with big butts, or larger then life boobs.

Eu Fui (I've Been)

2008-12-22T13:07:00.000-08:00

Ok so Madonna had her last concert in Sao Paolo before going on a Christmas break and I was fortunate enough to get free tickets. I was never really a fan of hers although I do admit breaking into some of her fagalicious songs when i am alone in my room with a hairbrush (I've said to much)

So on the day of said concert, we leave at 5pm (concert was supposed to start at 8) and I decided to go prepared by bringing a book to past the time (while sitting on wet ground and starring at empty stage) to my shock horror and utter disbelieve, they ( as in the evil and ignorant security) don't allow us to bring books into the stadium because...ITS FLAMMABLE! (Cigarettes were allowed tho) I am not even going to state the obvious here..ok i cant help it i am going to state the obvious --> STUPID ARSEHOLES!!

No matter, after huffing and puffing and failing to blow the stupid female security officer down, we manage to enter the stadium and find ourselves a nice comfy spot amidst die hard fairies and we sit our butts down starring at the watch, wishing we had our flammable books. Not even an hour later, I don't know whose bright idea it was to suddenly decide 'Lets all stand up and look at the empty stage as if she's on there right now!!) So we were forced to stand cause the peeps behind us were pushing us. This was 6.15pm. In between I was giving killer stares to some stupid fucks who were pushing and cutting to get in front of us. (imagine packing an over stuffed suitcase)

After standing and starring at an empty stage for about 2 hours, Paul Oakenfold shows up, hey pretty cool ay I move within my parameter (which was abt 2 inches) until he becomes insufferable and leaves an hour later..Once again starring at an empty stage and by now surrounded by restless fairies. ie: Squealing in high voices and and chain smoking.

Finally the woman of the hour shows up at a quarter to 10 and by God I forget all discomfort and am just in awe. She was amazing, nuff said. I was secretly a gay man as i mouthed all her songs and just screamed like a 16 year old girl. Sadly no amount of diva sprinkles could help avoid the immense suffocation i was now beginning to feel, (yea i know..I am such a party pooper for feeling claustrophobic among 70 thousand people) So we decide to get away from the craziness by moving to the back. Throughout this whole time i had my niece's phone in my pocket (i took some fly pictures too!) and i had my hand in my pocket.

While bracing through the crowd (feeling like britney amidst paparazzi) I lose my balance for one second and by the time i reach the back the phone is gone. It will forever remain a mystery (much like the arc of the covenant) if it fell or someone stole it.

With that sad news i end this post to explain why i could not post pictures of the concert i left after an hour because i just felt so bummed and bruised and annoyed :(

Battlefield

2008-12-08T17:31:00.000-08:00

We tend to make resolutions we never keep. Among the resolutions I have made:

- Lose Weight

- Stop Swearing

- Clean my room

- Save Money

- Go to India

- Never make resolutions again

It is now December and we are about 3 weeks shy from ushering yet a new beginning. As humans, we like to pick on the little stuff, we fail to appreciate the beautiful things we have and are given. I am considering myself one of the lucky people in the universe for being given a chance every year to a new beginning. However I am not going to wait until 31st Dec to pull a resolution out of my hat. I am making my resolution now. I know its not going to be easy, life's journey is bitter and ugly without us trying to make it to be.

The trick is to twist this ugly strings into something beautiful that we can admire. Will Smith once said on Oprah (man, i wana be Oprah when i grow up) Every person goes through a defying moment, a time when u lose something close to you or when something in you dies. But as the life cycle goes, there has to be a rebirth. When someone/something dies, something/someone else is reborn. Instead of wallowing on the death in me. I am now ready for my rebirth (that last bit was me, not Will Smith)

To drag a half dead carcass in me around has been fun, but i am truly ready to let go. My Resolution begins today and that is:

- To love myself

I've Been Good..But I can't Last

2008-12-05T17:47:00.000-08:00

In the spirit of Christmas, I have decided to change my blog skin just for this month. So in the name of festivities, here's The Chipmunks

The Mat Salleh Syndrome

2008-11-28T09:32:00.000-08:00

On an idle friday afternoon over a sip of Fanta Grape Light (only in brasil where u can get everything LIGHT :D) I am left pondering about a subject that has been recurring in my mind occasionally. I have been watching alot of documentaries on tv lately. They have so many different types of concepts now not just about wild kingdom and seeking a cure for cancer.(shows how much tv i havent seen in the last year)

So anyways, it got me thinking of my very own mockumentary and the subject that would most fascinate me. 'The asian Caucasian dating' Having two brother in laws who are Caucasians themselves shouldnt make me a judgemental kind, and truth be told I am not. Anyone who knows me personally would say i am the 'love all serve all' type of person. What irks me tho is the false pretense people carry. I have friends who say 'I'll never date asian men' or 'I'll only date mat sallehs' my question is why?

It saddens me to see that people are still naive enough to believe that they would have caught a big fish if their dating a Caucasian person because that would help them live the dream. The feeling that you may be able to get the white picket fence and children with blue eyes and blonde hair plus experience what winter summer and spring feels like.

Are we so desperate for the simple life that we are willing to believe everything we see? Even mat sallehs who come to asia feel they can win girls easily because of the attention they get. More so, they treat the girls worse then how they would treat their golden retrievers back home since these girls are submissive. These girls most of the time have mediocre jobs and think their biggest accomplishment would be to marry a rich guy.

As children we have been fed with such rubbish into believing that prince charming would gallantly come and sweep us at our feet. The only thing we need is a size 0 body and a hair as straight as George Michael when he was making out with girls in his music videos.

Even our mothers have started coming out of their conservative shells by saying, ' Go and meet a nice white boy and marry him' I have friends whose mother's literally swoon over their daughter's white boyf. I have nothing against white people. i am against ignorance. Once i was out on a date with a dutch guy. As soon as i sat down he asked me if i wanted to fuck. I said no thanks and he immediately replied with fine you can get your own dinner then. True i wanted to spill my glass of baileys on him. As i left the table upon giving him my middle finger i was thinking why would someone who comes from a so called 1st world country behave like such a bumpkin?

Of course i immediately concluded that he would have been smacked with wooden shoes if he was back at home but just cause his in asia he thinks he can get away by speaking to and asian chick that way. I understand i could be totally wrong and this guy could just be a type Asshole personality who gets a kick out of being a fucker towards girls.

When i shared my awful date, i actually had one australian dude telling me i was lying coz his been all around asia and asian girls love 'us'

Seriously folks. wake up and smell the brasilian coffee. Marrying someone of a different race and crossing oceans isn't going to guarantee you a sweet life and to my asian women, You are beautiful and we have had so many women in the past fighting for us to go forward, you dont have to behave or look like a slut just to bag yourself a man because when you do that, you take a giant step backwards for the rest of us.

Desabafo

2008-11-26T16:10:00.000-08:00

I LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE this song, they played it over and over again on the radio when i first arrived here in sao paolo and as soon as i decided i love this song they stopped playing it and started over playing Lil Wayne's Lolipop.. Honestly irony follows me everywhere i go..including Brasil. Anyways..its all good, i've managed to immortalise the song into my blog so enjoy :)

o the name of the artist is Marcelo d2 (pronounced Marcelo de dois) and the song is Desabafo..dont know what it means and dont care, i love the voice of the girl coz she reminds me of Bonnie Bailey

Tag! Your IT!

2008-11-24T15:40:00.000-08:00

I have never been tagged before..so hold my hand i am a little nervous to let you read on about the real me (snickers) *breathes deeply..ok here goes

6 things about 6 things

1. 6 THINGS I’M PASSIONATE ABOUT

- Gossip..(i am very passionate about salacious rumours..Perez Hilton could be my distant twin)

- Food..(I live to eat! if u have met me in person..you'd have a better idea)

-Travelling..(I love to go everywhere..and stick my nose into everything!!)

-Sleep..(Nothing comes between me and my bed)

- Books..(I do read..quite a bit)

-Finding myself (I am yet to discover alot in me..i am my own island hence i am passionate about myself)

2. 6 BOOKS I READ RECENTLY

Ok this is going to be a little hard since I havent read in a while but from the top of my head...

- Bookseller of Kabul- (Look it up..amazing book about post war in Afghanistan and about a bookseller and his family and their trials and tribulations)

- Running With Sciccors-(An autobiography about a kid sent to live with his mom's therapist..hilariously done by Augusten Burroughs)

- Possible Side Effects-(Also by Augusten Burroughs, a memoir)

-White Teeth-(British humour..Asian Brit family..bla bla bla..you get the gist)

-The Untouchables- (A non fiction piece about the eunuchs in India also known as the untouchables)

-Life Of Pi- Ok this was not recently read, but I absolutely love this book so i need to find any excuse to talk about it. Its a twisted story a bout a boy, a bengal tiger, orang Utan, and a zebra, on a boat stranded in the ocean! if this doesnt peak your interest, I dont know what will!)

3. 6 SONGS/ALBUMS I CAN LISTEN TO OVER AND OVER AGAIN

-Fields Of Gold-Sting (The Album)

-Spice- Spice Girls (YES THE WHOLE ENTIRE ALBUM!)

-I dont know the title of the song but its from Vanessa De Mata

-Sempurna-I forgot the name of the Indonesian artist

-Mind is Blank

-Mind is Still Blank

4. 6 THINGS I LEARNT THIS PAST YEAR

- Enough is never Enough.

You can never get enough of something. even if you think you can..in reality you just can't

-I am more patient then i realised

With all the shit that has surfaced in my life this past year, to be able to come out of the train wreck i call a life, I am doing pretty darn GOOD!

- I need more patience

See..enough is never enough..theres always more to tolerate and hence more patience needed

- There is no good in EVERYONE..some people are born evil and will most likely die evil

Sad reality, I wish i could say there's a good in everyone but I have had the chance to meet people who really do hurt other people deliberately with no conscience what so ever.

- Its been a pretty darn good year

Since the end of the year beckons, i learnt that I have been blessed and if I stop being negative for one second, all the good things that have happened to me becomes clear

- Everything happens for a good reason

Nuff said.

5. 6 VALUABLE THINGS I OWN

- My Lappy

- My Ipod

- My Handphone

-My Wallet

-My Keys

Martha Living

2008-11-17T11:26:00.000-08:00

I absolutely love baking. I get looks of aghast when i say this out loud and some of my friends think i am kidding or being cynical. Kat Von Dee prefers Beethoven to Motley Cru so there you go, dont judge a book by its cover! Anyways, i've baked off and on whenever i visit my sister's place and below are some pictures of my 'art pieces'

Some people knit, some do gardening, others snort cocaine. I bake when i am bored so there ya go. Next i am going to try my hands on cooking...let's see how that goes :)

Down

2008-11-16T19:12:00.000-08:00

It comes and go in waves. I am loving life at the moment. Things could not be be better, every night is spent saying a prayer to the man upstairs to thank him for my blessings.

I am feeling down..now..at this point of time today I am spiralling. I want someone i cant have and its killing me slowly.

Fuck this sucks

Counting blessings once again...I am happy..fabulous and lucky..once again I am happy..fabulous and lucky..

I need valium

UnJudge Me

2008-11-12T17:09:00.000-08:00

Ok I've been in Brazil for exactly a week. Meaning I have been away from home for exactly a week, meaning I haven't seen my friends (real ones..not facebook friends) for a week. Am i missing some people?..yes...am i wishing I was home? Not yet.

Only when you leave home you realise what your missing..(happens to the best of us doesn't it) We can't escape from scrutiny and judgement. Every inch we put on, every piece of clothing we wear, ever word that comes out of our mouth is subjected to emotional sodomy from others. Only when the jokes on us do we realise that its not so funny.

Remarks like..'She's fat, or she's a fake Blondie' sounds hilarious when your having your 10 dollar manicures while looking through the windows. I myself have managed to impress myself with the rubbish i spew out regarding tasteless strangers.

Point is..we can never ever ever ever in a million years, shut judgement. Whether its uttered out loudly or snickered silently. I can't glorify the sanctity of morals by saying..'please guys, accept people for who we are' but i can say this. The will be Fatties, Darkies, Shorties, Baldies, Uglies, Fake Blondies, Big Titties, (I reckon this would be the new 7 dwarf's line up)

The next time I (not you..coz you know what you have to do..this is about me) look at someone and think that person is tarty coz she's wearing a leopard print top with zebra skin heels. Before i go 'bitch please!' I am going to have to look at myself in the mirror, because ultimately the more one goes out of their way to judge others, the more they are unhappy with their ugly selves.

For those in denial and running away from the truth..Wake up and smell the cheap Prada. WE ARE ALL UGLY..DEAL WITH IT (yea this means you)

THE EMERGENCY

2008-10-29T16:46:00.001-07:00

Last Friday, i went for my first Malaysian Play (thanks to Gina who popped my cherry) It was held at the Annexe, Central Market and it was called New Village People and Pineapple Rice (of course my first image was 5 gayish looking boys singing YMCA and holding a pineapple perhaps?) Fortunately (or unfortunately) it was not the case. It was in fact a 55 minute journey to the era of the communists back when we were still known as Malaya.

I am not about to go through in details on the subject of the Brits and Chin Peng and so on and so forth (you could wiki it yourself) I will however say the play was amazing. I enjoyed the fact that it was done so in a very intimate setting @ sit on the floor and get involved as part of the cast. I also like fact that it was done at very minimal costs. There were no grand props and the play had a cast of 5.

It brought tears to some.. and it manage to bring goose bumps to many (yours truly included) To be able to give an insight on what it was like for our descendants who were wrongly accused of being bandits and being driven to live in the jungle as guerrillas, gives you a new meaning of roughing it out.

Will i watch it again..Most definitely..Will i run to join the communists? (maybe for the adrenaline rush!)

If I Was A Boy

2008-10-14T22:31:00.000-07:00

If I Were A Boy - Beyonce

Its been a while since i enjoyed a song from Beyonce. I think this is the new anthem for us ladies healing from a broken spirit.

Sharon And The Mystery of The Hidden Tampon

2008-10-09T22:26:00.001-07:00

I realise that this entry may sound repelling to some. Then again, this is my blog so bugger off if you dont like it

My adventure starts with the 7Eleven in Times Square. My lunch break is only an hour, and I was desperate for a 13 dollar haircut and since it was that that time of the month again, i hopped a few outlets away get myself a box of tampons. The results were zero. not even a facial wipe. Ok fair enough, i get my haircut anyways, I dash down soon after and walk to the next closest convenience store which happened to be also a 7E, since it was a bigger outlet, I decided to try my luck. Once again, it was to not avail.

At this point a small hint of panic begins to sneak through me..(THE STAIN THE STAIN!!) I sprint across Sg Wang to visit the Guardian Pharmacy in front of Giant Supermarket. Alas..they had none. Ok still not running around screaming yet, I go the shelf in Giant where they have the many different types of sanitary napkins..Once again no tampon. Thinking my eyesight must be failing me. I ask the Chinese chick close by whose arranging some deodorants onto a shelf.

Me: Do you have tampons?

She: huh?

Me: Tampons?

She: Body wipe ah?

Me: (refrains self from breaking own self's thumb) Nvm

At this point I am basically having a scream fest in my head, and not to mention the panic that is now attacking me full force (THE STAIN THE STAIN!!) I race up to Watson's and ask the first girl I see who seems to be wearing something resembling their uniform

Me: Can u tell me where i can find tampons?

She: (shakes head while mumbling in elvian)

Me: You dont know or you dont have?

She: I...Dont....Know...I..dont ..work...here

Apologizing while running to the counter I finally get my hands on some tampons.

My question now is..WHY IS IT SO EFFING HARD TO GET SOME TAMPONS!?!?!?!?!?!? Weed is so much easier to find in this city.. Do malaysian women actually prefer using sanitary napkins that looks like baby diapers?!

Take A Chance On Me

2008-10-04T05:13:00.001-07:00

This Entry comes in two parts, both are unrelated although i feel strongly for each of them

Part One

I watched this last week and I am sure there are probably more then A million reviews written already but I just have to put my two cents in it.

The Good :

a) The location where it was shot at was absolute heaven. I mean seriously If god decided to vomit out a piece of heaven..that would have been it

b) How could you go wrong with music from ABBA!!

c) Meryl Streep is FEROSH!Honestly she is the new Cher, I can already imagine some queen dressing up as her for some drag show in Blue Boys (Its a Drag Club near Bkt Bintang..look it up..the place is so gay even the roaches are white)

The Bad:

a) I think the chick that played the girl getting married should have taken it down a notch..I mean I like her in Mean Girls and all..but girlfriend sucked on too many jelly beans

b) Pierce Brosnan singing SOS was about as awkward as someone with a camel toe standing in front of you while your sitting in the LRT

c) Colin Firth is gay..cmon!!

The Ugly:

-There weren't enough Abba songs :(

Part Two

The picture above signifies the evil corporate woman, thanks to one of these DDM's (devious, diabolical,mind) I have tendered my resignation without a plan B. I know this doesn't say much about my character, because lets face it, leaving a job without another job in hand just because you can stand a person, doesn't leave you in a very respectable situation. Given the fact that I as an individual could have handled things better and should have probably taken responsibility (FOR THE HUNDREDTH TIME!) over a mistake that wasn't mine. However, whats done is done, you can't cry over spilt beer. I have replayed what happened to provoke my sudden resignation a million times in my head, and I realise my patience was just on its last nerve.

This also made me realise how patient I am in reality. All my life, i keep hearing how impatient I am but I think I really proved something this time. I have been patient enough..I can't be apologizing for not having enough patience to fill the ocean, but my tolerance level was tested to the core and I just finally broke.

I am over the bitching and the anger. I think spending the last 3 days planning world destruction has finally exhausted me. I am ready for my new adventure. I am excited and scared. Here I am God, ready for dissection. Take A chance on me.

Truth Hurts [Almost]

2008-09-19T09:42:00.000-07:00

Me: Jon Jon look here..check out my new lay out for my blog!

Jon: So slutty..So me!

Me: Nice right!! and look i have some cool tunes too..

Jon: Pffftt..thats my type of music..you copied me

Me: I love it..i like my new blog..its so cool

Jon: Whatever..its not like anyone reads it

Me: .................

Hot And Mellow

2008-09-17T09:49:00.000-07:00

Chat Mate: sharon... can ask u sumthin?

Me: shoot

Chat Mate: why are u so mellow ?

Me: why is that a bad thing

Chat Mate: no no... not at all... that was a nice thing

In another unrelated chat

galfren: i feel pressured like weight wise

Sharon says: o coz they all so skinny

galfren: i know it is petite thing but i am sensitive wei i've gain quite alot of weight lately well, they like making fun of it la

Sharon says: u never let it bother u before

galfren: i know i am being a pain now but wat do u feel wen they always remind u that u are fat

Sharon says: what they saying!

galfren: they like making fun like i am a size 12 and stuff

For chat number 1. The reason i am mellow (i cant believe i have to justify this)

- It's been my day off, hence rendering all contact with parasitical bitches from work

- I get to sleep..sleep..sleep and sleep

For chat number 2

- Honestly, people should learn to back the eff off fat people. Its getting really annoying because lets face its, us fat girls need love too so if you cant give us any. just go puke your Mc Nuggets and back off before we sit on you with our fat arses

- SIZE 12 is not fat! so stop having demented ideas!!

- Skinny people need to be stuffed with lard

In conclusion, i had a nice couple of days off, and will now return to work with thoughts of impending world damnation.

A Sex AND the City Style Entry

2008-09-07T01:55:00.001-07:00

We live in a world where we constantly feel the need to justify our actions. Since the time we were little, we have had to answer questions like

a) Why are you playing in the sandbox alone?
- Nobody else will play with me

b) Table for two?
- No, just one

c) When will you get married?
- When i find the right person

As much as the answers we deliver are different, the answers in our mind are always the same

I AM ALONE!!!

Thanks to the wide spread exposure to sex and love we often associate being alone to the modern day leper. Just like bible times where lepers were forced to dress in robes and ring a bell to warn normal folk they were approaching. People who walk alone carry the same effect. We are constantly given a pitiful look when we dine alone at restaurants, watch a movie in the cinema alone, join a party without a date. As one gets older the pitiful look becomes less discreet and more embarrassing when an acquaintance tries to fix you up with someone, or loudly tell everyone hey...look out for this one..she's single and available!!

Because we are so used to being alone, we get overly excited when we do in fact have someone. Little things like making dinner reservations for two, buying couple's popcorn combo at the movies, his and hers toothbrushes all become a scream fest in our heads and we cant shake of the butterflies as much as we try.

And then there's the break up. We cry for days, question questions that never gets answered. We phase out from being level headed and understanding to difficult and temperamental. Our self esteem plunges down 15 storeys if not more. The feeling isn't foreign however. We've been through it before. And each time we do we repeat a mantra saying it wont happen again, or I am never letting myself go down this road ever. Its alot like drinking and suffering from a hangover. The morning after are always filled with new promises of NEVER AGAIN!

We can' remember the last time we were happy, and the only thing we feel would make us stand tall again is if we're never alone again. We talk to friends who lend a shoulder to cry on, they are unsurprisingly supportive. Tell you all the things you want to hear, they share their stories about their partners.

Slowly, you lift your head up. Above you theres a light. It isnt so dark anymore but still theres a void. An emptiness you can't fill no matter how many oreos you binge on.

Still, I couldn't help but wonder, as we sit and mope about being alone. Surrounding us we have friends who complain about how their partner only calls them when its their pay day..or a partner who verbally lashes out things like 'you're fat, or your friend's are hotter'

Are we the modern day lepers..lucky..or unlucky to be alone?

Sharon's Lesson In Superficiality

2008-09-04T20:44:00.000-07:00

Situation: Hearing that someone wishes you to find a man who will come home every night and
punches you in the face

My reaction: smile and pretend nothing is the matter

My taught: fuck you bitch..burn in hell!!

Situation: The person you had special feelings for tells you to him you are a 'caring, loving
and special friend and nothing more

My reaction: Nod, and accept that you will be nothing more then a friend

My taught : WHY WHY WHY WHY CANT I FIND A MAN WHO WOULD WANT ME!!!!

Situation: Doing everything you can to preserve something you taught was a relationship only to
discover that the person you were enamoured by doesn't feel the same way..but
across town a good friend who was cheating on her last boyf to currently date the new
one is having the picture perfect relationship

My Reaction: Shrug and say ' whatever will be..will be...if it happens it happens'

My taught: THIS IS SO FUCKING UNFAIR..WTF..AM I SO UGLY!! I CANT BAG ONE FREAKING GUY!????

Situation: With everything circulating life in general
My reaction: Wake up, come to work, blog
My taught: I just wanna crawl in bed and never come out to face the world that i particularly despise.

I am Devine..Therefore I am

2008-09-04T17:15:00.001-07:00

a random stranger recently told me to wake up every morning and be thankful for what i have and to say 'I am devine, and nothing can harm me' I was told to repeat this like a mantra to help me see the positive in things and to encourage the confidence and strenght that i obviously lack.

I tried it...i still do..Every morning, i say a prayer..and it goes something like ' Thank you Jesus for the wonderful day you've given me, please let to day be better then yesterday' I can't say it doesn't work. God has been very kind to me. I may not sound like the eternal optimist most of the time, but. when moments are bad and i am sobbing and cursing every living thing on the planet. I always try to find the silver lining. I almost never find it but sometimes..i do.

Here is what i am thankful for..it may not be a long list..but i am trying to make it work for me

1) I am grateful to my friends, I have good ones

2) I am grateful to my family, their a crazy bunch but their more then one could hope for

3) I am grateful to my landlord, they mind their own business and i mind mine

4) I am grateful to know that I did not have a shot with someone i taught was special. It helps to break it of now..then later.

I am holding on tightly to the little i have. If i dont, i am going to sink into oblivion and thats the last thing i need.

I am doing good..for now...

The Break Up Note

2008-08-25T04:01:00.000-07:00

Disclaimer: EMO ALERT

Below note to whom it may concern might sound cheesy, so please do not proceed to read unless your prepared for utter jiwangness

Dear Whomever This Concerns

I am writing this note to inform that I can no longer house you in my heart, reason being I didn't realise being an emotional tenant to you would cost me so much effort and work. Granted, we had a mutual agreement that you would not shift your priorities for me, and i would have to work my way around it. However upon deep thinking, I just don't think i have the patience in me to sit and wonder, if/when or ever you would recuperate. As much as i appreciate the gentle gestures,the feeling that your just not that into me keeps seeping through my mind.

I cant make you understand how i feel towards you, since i myself am trying to figure it out. I hate to admit I've become totally enamoured by you. There isn't a minute in a day I don't think about what and how you're doing. True, i did use to laugh and shake my head at others when they use to describe the same notions involving the person they cared about. Still it doesn't bring an excuse on why i should feel totally liable towards you when i don't feel i get the same credit from you.

What makes this harder is that you didn't do anything wrong, neither did i (that's what i think at least) Perhaps i am not patient enough, as you once requested. I am trying..God knows i am trying..but...it's just so much effing work. The tears, the feeling of abandonment, i cant help what i feel towards you but i just need a sign to know if ever its all worth it.

I don't wanna be a sap..no i don't. i don't know want to sound like an emotional wreck..i really don't...but help me please..give me a sign...do you or do you not want me, and if you do. prove it.

Something tells me you're not going to dispute this arrangement i have proposed, which is to seize all contact between us and pretend we know nothing of each other. I suppose i will finally get the sign i have been asking for. It'll just go to show, your not into me after all

The Indian Syndrome

2008-08-23T07:46:00.000-07:00

Below a conversation with an indian dude

nihilistic-i can kill u by touching your arm

nihilistic-pressure points u know

princessconsuela-isn't that kalaripayat?

princessconsuela-and that takes like 12 years to study

princessconsuela-i watch the discovery channel to u know

nihilistic-it aint kalaripayat

princessconsuela-then what is it

nihilistic-discovery sucks*
Nihilistic gave up watching media years ago

nihilistic-i dnt believe in anything thn myself

princessconsuela-your sadomasochistic

nihilistic-everythings maya

nihilistic-label me as u wish

nihilistic-ms knw it all

nihilistic-its quite expected

nihilistic-of d typical female

nihilistic-n my race ahh aiyooo

nihilistic-cukup dramatic :P (very dramatic)

princessconsuela-you were saying something about indian chicks? continue..

nihilistic-lolx

nihilistic-u refering 2 urselves as chicks?

nihilistic-sad...

nihilistic-women r our mothers or soon 2 be mothers

nihilistic-thts how i see them

nihilistic-so cacat..(retarded)

nihilistic-culture shock i guess

princessconsuela-wow...are u drunk?

nihilistic-y wld it turn u on?

nihilistic-if im drunk n come after u wit a belt?

nihilistic-enuff

nihilistic-im done wit u

nihilistic-adios

nihilistic-chick

Southern Comfort

2008-08-16T09:26:00.000-07:00

I have no idea where i got that title from...reminded me of the cocktail..although i am not about to blog about that now..

This is an entry about Po Po.

PoPo was this old Chinese lady that lived next door since forever. She lived with her husband whom i called King Kong (its actually kongkong or something like that to refer to grandpa in Chinese) She was this petite old lady whom was already like a million years old when i was a child. She always used to speak malay to me in a heavily accented Hakka whilst i responded in okb (orang kaya baru) style English, but somehow we just used to get along..she always gave me ang pow for Chinese new year and her grand kids would always hang around my place, needless to say..we were pretty tight.

About 10 years ago..PoPo's health begin to deteriorate, she became senile and her children decided it was best to keep her under house arrest to prevent her from endangering others and most importantly herself. I felt sorry for her, especially when she used to constantly ask me to spend the night in her place as she felt scared someone was watching her. She even offered me 50 cents as bribe money. Sadly..she lived in the 1940's..coz it was the year 2000 and 50 cents wasn't going to buy me a jack fruit. I didn't tell her this of course..i just politely used to decline the invitation. Overtime she became disabled and moved with her buttocks.

I left my home almost 2 years ago..and hadn't taught about her much until two nights ago when i received a text from my sister in law - Popo past away last night
It gripped me..She was part of my childhood, I remember fondly from the time i started speaking she would tell me things about how to choose a partner in life..' always find someone who takes care of you..coz material things don't matter in the end' (i was 5..when she told me this..no sweat!) I felt nostalgic..her passing was like me giving away a part of my childhood and i wasn't ready to come to terms with that.. I'm still not ready.

She's in a better place now i am sure of it tho

RIP PoPo

Sorta Kinda Wanna

2008-08-16T09:13:00.000-07:00

I have no particular subject I'd like to blog about, i just felt the need to write something. It was either this, or more brainstorming on Maurice the Diabetic Monkey (a kids book i am working on)

I bitch about many things in here..everyday things that mean nothing to the average person after a few shots of vodka, however i try my best to steer away from bitching about relationships..sure i do make snide comments subtly now and then..but i always always always feel there are bigger problems in the world, and i rather talk about my major problem with procrastinating then a guy whom i sorta kinda wanna like.

Here's the thing tho..the taughts been nagging in my head since yesterday..I sorta,kinda, wanna like you!! Its so hard to find someone that gets you..and most of the time we end up with a person who doesn't get us..but we just settle cause that's all we're going to get (sorta like Danny De Vito and Rhea Pearlman) I don't want to be with someone for the sake of it no siree..in the wise words of Crack Queen Ms Whitney..'i rather be alone then unhappy'

But..really..would i rather be alone..would i?? I think i wanna be unhappy with you... :/

Feck i am rambling
In more current news...No i haven't cleaned my room yet.

bilik ku syurga ku

2008-08-14T06:44:00.000-07:00

I HAVE TO CLEAN MY ROOM DAMNIT!! arrrghhhhhhhhhh

I am going to attempt to edit this blog later with an 'after' picture

To think i am stalling by taking a picture of my messy room and blog it just to avoid the act altogether..sharon...honestly you take proscatination to another level!

-END-

FRIDAY-23.45-I have removed the picture of my filthy room as i realise i dont need anyone seeing my fugly blue floor

The Chicken Recession

2008-08-09T07:57:00.000-07:00

KL Sentral-Saturday(09/08/08)

Time:2135-2145

Venue: KFC & Macdonalds

Me: Nak take away snack plate hot and spicy satu (I'd like a Hot&Spicy snack plate to go)
Kfc dude: hot and spicy kene tunggu 15 minit (You'll have to wait 15 minutes for Hot & Spicy)
Me: hmmm..zinger ade? (hmm do u have the Zinger?)
Kfc dude: zinger pon takde..ade colonel burger je (No zingers too..we only have colonel burgers)

Long sigh followed by walk down escalator to Macdonalds

Me: Nak ayam goreng spicy McD set satu ( I'd like McD spicy fried chicken set)
McD dude: ayam tade (no chicken)

Me ?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!!?!?!?!?!

Several possible conclusions

a) Martians came with their space ship and landed on the chicken farm, causing some radioactive damage to the poultry

b) A large group of tourists from Abu Dhabi tapaued all the chicken

c) Marrybrown ran out of chicken and exported from kfc and mcdies resulting in shortage of supply

d) The same heartless people who stole the kitchen utensils from the orphanage in Malacca robbed the chicken lorry

I've ran out of ideas....it absofuckinglutely blows my mind that it has come to a day where i cant have some fried chicken

God stop toying with my mind!!!

The Holiday

2008-07-05T02:13:00.000-07:00

This is not a review of the movie (which i think sucked btw) If i havent repeated this enough like a broken tape recorder i am still recovering from jet lag and have been surviving on power naps for the last 3 days since i returned from UK for a 2 week vacation. The last vacation i went on was to Bangkok and it was a gift from my sister for my 21st bday Anyway, as much as i relish bragging about where i went and what i did and being the object of envy..(i may be pushing it a little) i've decided to immortalise my trip by blogging about it since the 500 pictures taken are just not enough.

I went to London to visit my sister who had just delivered another beautiful baby girl in April.

In between playing dotting aunt (shudders) i managed to visit popular attractions..ie: leichester square, Harrods, etc etc. Seen them before in winter, but nothing beats summer it really is like open air conditioning considering i come from a place where the perpetual climate stays between 30-35 degrees. Anyways in my first week i managed to watch 2 west end productions. Namely Spamalot and Stomp. They were both needless to say first class, although i must say spamalot was more interesting since alan dale was in it and i couldnt believe i was watching him live. Stomp was fun for the first half hour then it just started to sound like white noise. Harrods..was honestly nothing great, it was a department store and nothing more, i have no idea why people make such a big deal about it..like their fruitcakes and such..what gives!?

The highlight of my vacation was my 4 day trip in Rome. It was always a dream of mine to visit the Holy City(although its far from it) and it really was like the postcards you see. it was gorgeous although the sun was literally right next to my face and it was scorching at 38 degrees. You would think as a malaysian i would be used to it..air conditioning spoilt me :( Anyways..what can i say about rome except when i grow up i wana marry an italian, its amazing how they have managed to preserve every piece of rock way from the BC. i mentioned to my sister that i dont think theres any building there that was constructed in the last 100 years. It really was awe inspiring.

The only thing that annoyed me besides the sun was Rome's immigration service, they are absolutely anal abt some malaysian coming to throw cyanide in the pope's wine. i had to go through not one or two but 3 checks at departure..maybe i should have just showed my cross instead of my passport to convince them how catholic i was.

Whats similar between italians and malaysian is that italians love their food as much as we do. I had the pleasure of staying with a friend of my sister's husband who's hospitality was much appreciated. I had so much cheese in 4 days i am surprised i havent started attracting rats (wait thats contradicting) either way i was delighted to have the 'best' of everything. The best mozzarela, the best pizza, the best squid ink pasta, the best gelato. This of course was assured by the italian who showed us around.

To conclude it i would say..it was a good vacation, good enough to know i had enough and not too good till i did not want to return home. In other words. i had my cake and ate it slowly without binging. ariverdecie!(thats italian btw..what the heck i could just say...CIAO!)

Caught in The Act

2008-04-21T04:21:00.000-07:00

Don^Paddington> i am male 30 kl chinese

Don^Paddington> my name is john

PrincessConsuela> wow..u had to add the R

PrincessConsuela> ur one of those ppl that do the ASLR

PrincessConsuela> my god

Don^Paddington> well...i am fair... well to you at least...since i know you are indian

PrincessConsuela> wow i really appreciate that

PrincessConsuela> anymore stabs you wana take before i ignore you for being a racist mofo?

Racism..the oldest subject in the world (in my book at least) if i could go on and on abt the stabs i have taken just because i am 'black' 'keling' 'dirty' i think it would never end..What i find most fascinating is how they deny they were ever racist in the first place!

Don^Paddington> in fact i would love to have a gal of other race to be my gf

PrincessConsuela> in fact..i am actually gona blog what u said

PrincessConsuela> this is excellent

Don^Paddington> blog what i said?

PrincessConsuela> keep talking

Don^Paddington> hmmmm

PrincessConsuela> yea ppl always think i am crazy when i say ppl are racist

PrincessConsuela> u are briliant now you get me confuse

Don^Paddington> am i racist or brillant?

PrincessConsuela> briliant for giving me a chance to blog

Now why do i say the papers..are racist..well i wouldnt they say they were racist per say..but to condone racist remarks..well that is racist enough for me :)

Taken from the Star 21/4/2008

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Even the other day an agent called me upon finding my number on a rental site and told me about a place in Puchong. Her words exactly 'i dont know whether you will like one becos alot of malay and indian' Yes she tought i was chinese..because yea Sharon is a chinese name so I've gathered!

Happy Narcsissim Day

2008-02-13T18:11:00.000-08:00

I dont know if i have that spelled correctly and this morning when i had updated my msn status with the same header i had one response that went.. 'Where did you learn that word..they do not teach those words in school..my mother is a pyshciatrist so i know what it means..but how do you??'

Why does it come as a surprise to many that i am well read? My father was a teacher for God's sake..of course i read! I am exceptionally bitter today..(i am bitter everyday, but i am exceptionally bitter today cause its V-Day..(no not va-jay-jay day) Usually i pass out days like today as any other days (also included are 'days of obligation' like ash wednesday and holy thursday) but since i was promised a valentine and robbed of it at the last minute..I decided to make this day about me. Thanks to my dear friend who proposed cupcakes to express love for thyself, i realise there arent enough days to love myself. I am so consumed about how people percieve me and the reactions i would receive to certain actions, hence today i am celebrating the love i have for myself and what i have i done so far?

1: i havent slept all night since the nap i woke up from my 11pm nap..(yes it was my fault to nap)

2: i went for a jog at 4.45am because the impending valentine mushiness was glooming and i felt i needed to jog it out so i dont suffocate from my own blanket of exaggeration

3: i wore my purdeey dress, did my hair up and put some make up on and arrived work at 6.57am (3 minutes early...boooyah!)

4: To further celebrate the love for myself..i am counting the minutes till i can get home from work. strip down to my shorts. and sleep.

If this aint love i dont know what is..

Where have all the flowers gone..long time ago

2008-01-09T04:17:00.000-08:00

I was rummaging through my closet and by this i mean..surfing websites.. out of sheer boredom i went through my first web journal. although i do not update it any longer, it was out of nostalgia (it was either that or slitting my wrist) to re-visit it. Reading it brought back so many memories, however it was like reading someone else's blog. It doesnt sound like me at all..where has my youth gone? Heres a snippet of i sounded

Monday, August 02, 2004
wut a looooooooooooong weekend! got drunk on friday and went for a sober bday party on saturday...all in all it was cool...of all my drunk days, i was actually 'well behaved' last weekend. i was focused enough to console 3 frens who were upset..( u noe how u get upset wen ur drunk?!) god noes wut i told em to shut up..but it worked..not till later tho' went i started crying!! wut a nitemare!! but it was great we had a good booze party, and now that i'm back in college, i'm gona c all my drunk mates and we're gona make fun of each other till kingdom come!!

Thursday, August 05, 2004
i'm so sleepy!! came to college all the way...only to find out that there's no class...don't u juz hate it when dat happens?! so here i am in the lab..trying to make myself look interesting by filing up a journal dat nobody is gona bother too look anyway!!! life is hard.. duno wut i'll b upto dis weekend, its my niece's bday tmrw and i gotta help my sister-in-law organize a lil tea party thingy.. wud love to go clubbing tonite, but dat wud depend on whether 'the prodigal friend' is gona keep in touch or not?! hate hving to depend on the 1 person u noe u can't rely on....sigh* the ways of the world...aite gona try installing sims in the college computer (failing misreably at it) so den i mite hv the chance to play the 'golden god' mwahahahahaha!!

NO REALLY...WHERE HAS MY YOUTH GONE!?

The Most Wonderful Time Of The Year

2007-12-18T15:47:00.000-08:00

Off late, i have been very pissy with everything..which comes to no surprise to the people who have to deal with me..which is not many so i am not commiting a mortal sin! Somehow selfishly indulging in the self pity that i am living in perpetual irony,and shit always happens to me has worked for me..but now..its the time of the year where i am obligated to be merry since i would be cursed with a bad year ahead if i end this year mopping about.Its some karmic thing..i've stopped questioning it.

So Christmas is a week away.and as one can probably tell if they look at me really hard..almost squinting..anyone can say that i am excited!! I have never been so excited over christmas in a long time, I'd be lying if certain reasons havent brought this merriment. Among the things i owe this cherriness too is..TWO off days..yes TWO off days that i had to fight, beg and plead for but its worth it..even if it shows i am not commited enough at work because i choose my family over it.

Secondly..the tought of my nieces and nephews..always put a smile on my face, and now i cant wait for the to unwrap the pressies i bought them. (alltogether now..AWWWW)

Thirdly..i am (crossses fingers) getting a laptop and a mp3 player..or rather thats the plan, and i am trying not to count the chicks before the eggs hatch but if i do..i would (dance around throwing confetti)

And of course through it all..what will christmas be without the carols..sigh..it always gives me tingles..

the kettle speaks

2007-10-30T04:45:00.000-07:00

lately a series of events have brought on random conversations with some people about my interpersonal skills..among the things that have been brought to my attention are:

- i have verbal diarhoea when its comes to telling people the issues i am facing..trusting them to easily..heavily assuming that they are not the 'judgemental kind'

- i am too transperant in expressing my emotions..to an extend where it becomes deeply unsetlling for some

-i am too sensative..taking things to personally

-i am spitefull/hatefull otherwise dramatic (if you have read my previous post..this probably goes without saying)

See heres the thing..my initial reaction when all this things have been summed up to me..is naturally WHHAAATTT??? biting the bullet is never easy..but upon closer consideration of course i realise that yea this would help me so much in learning more abt why i behave in such a way..but i must say i am very curious to knw..would ppl rather hang out with ppl who hide what they are thinking and feeling most of the time..because of their hypocritical nature..or would ppl rather hang out with ppl who speak their minds

i understand i can be quite the extremist who tends to blow things out of proportion..but i am not abt to make apolagies for the me in me..nor would i make up any excuses for the way i behave. i do realise that i cant run away from offending some ppl due to my eccentric nature and my moody behaviour..and for that i will take the blame and sincerly apolagize..but for being me..i suppose i am the one living in my skin..for those who arent..can respectfully..take a hike :)

how to spot the 'malaysian socialite'

2007-10-15T17:39:00.000-07:00

before i list them down, i'd like to take a moment to point out that...to be cultured is different from being a wanabe.

1: they have names like..shine...misty...apple...

2:they are avid jazz fans..so they talk abt michael buble alot

3: can be seen at places with wifi with a laptop so they can get into their facebook and friendster.

4: their namecards read..'executive' or 'senior supervisor'

5: they havent been outside the country but they speak in accents that are hard to intrepert..somewhere along the lines..of australian mixed with goverment school..mixed with char siew pau seller..in short..HORRID

6: they relish their fake dior glasses..and brag abt their prada bag that was made in china

7: they would be caught dead in the mamak..their places of preferance would be starbucks..coffee bean

8: they go clubbing dressed in jeans..striped shirt..and a blazer

9: they dont date their own race...

10: they would spend alot for brodway themed perfomances imported from outside but would never go for a local production because its too expansive

what happens when you dnt pay attention

2007-10-15T17:00:00.000-07:00

i woke up early today just go to the gym to realise upon arriving that, due to the raya celebrations..gym only opens at 9am..and to make things worse theres a product training briefing today after work till 7.30 which we arent entitled to claim from OT.

after a glorious weekend of sleep..and food..(and a bloated stomach to prove it) coming back to work is the last thing on my mind..but in my jaded sense lets recap what happend over the weekend. saturday was spent inviting own self to a 21st bday party. that was fun..sunday was spent sleeping off a hangover..and lastly yday was spent at a open house with delectable goodies..

honestly as much as i like to sit here and address serious issues like global warmning..or wheter britney spears is going to shave her head again..i am just too mind fucked...this is madness..i wana go home..NOW

we are a friendly lot..visit malaysia..yay

2007-10-10T17:35:00.000-07:00

yday evening..i took the monorail and as i was sitting in the train. this white chick who was prob a backpacker..(the huge backpack gave that away) sat next to this chinese tai tai..so heres what happend..white chick turns an ask chinese tai tai..'is this going to sentral?' tai tai 'shakes head and looks away' again white chick..who is probably also used to coming frm a place where ppl actually speak..asks again...'is this going to sentral?' once again tai tai 'shakes head and looks away'

now..i felt really sorry for this white chick who came here on the false pretence that this is a friendly country..i mean obviously even i was a little surprised with tai'tai's responce i mean afterall as a fellow malaysian we take pride in being a friendly to foreigners..its the locals we treat badly..but foreigners..hey..feel free to walk into my house with your shoes on!

and then i figured..whats this tai tai thinking..that white chick wanted money? was white chick planning to stick a brinjal in her? honestly...would it have been very hard for tai tai to just say..no your on the wrong train?

all ended well after white chick realised that tai tai must be retarded as she turned and asked an old chinaman the same thing..old chinaman gave the reply that brought things back to sanity..'this is going to bkt nenas..come follow me..i will take you to sentral' well...he did offer assistance..on wheter white chick decided to trust him..well thats a different story altogether

you know your indian when

2007-10-09T23:37:00.001-07:00

-You have to finish the food off your plate because there are starving children in india and your lucky to have food.

-you cant get less then 90% for your english test in school

- ppl will always pronounce your name wrongly

- you cant bear the tought of eating rice with anything but your fingers

- your indian..but you will bitch abt indians

-as dumb and predictable as they are..tamil movies are a guilty indulgence

- when you were young, your parents will dab a lot of powder on your face so you look fairer

-your only pretty if your fair..if your dark..your ugly.(read: fair and lovely ads)

- if your a boy your studying engineering/IT if your a girl your studying law

- as a child..your brothers got the bigger piece of chicken as they needed the nutrition wherelse you needed to wash his school shoes and yours and you get the small piece

-as a girl..you cant go out..boys can go and come home as late as they like..coz they are boys

- you wont have money but you will have gold.

much ado abt nothing

2007-10-09T19:41:00.000-07:00

sharon_solomon@hotmail.com:
tell me something i should blog abt

इनोद्:
sex

sharon_solomon@hotmail.com:
what should i write abt sex?

इनोद्:
hmm escapades

sharon_solomon@hotmail.com:
isnt that a bit too much

इनोद्:
hmm .. well u been critical about stuff everything

इनोद्:
why don't u do that then

sharon_solomon@hotmail.com:
exactly i have been critical abt everything

sharon_solomon@hotmail.com:
narrow one choice for me

इनोद्:
yeah do it than

sharon_solomon@hotmail.com:
abt sex

इनोद्:
critical about sex?

fine i will talk abt sex..what do i think of it..i think its fluid..i dont think anyone can brand themselves as gay or straight..i sometimes feel thats it overrated how its merchandised and that everyone should just learn to relax abt it..its just sex..theres nothing taboo abt it..if you had a good lay talk abt it..if you had a bad lay..thats just too bad..

why do i suddenly feel like dr.phil?

like a virgin

2007-10-09T17:52:00.000-07:00

ok..its..right now..5 minutes to 9 and i am at work with my coffee and a granola bar, just half an hour ago..i manage to hit the the gym.. yet i am sitting here still jaded wondering when a plane is going to crash through this building.

i am not depressed..i am negative at times..although thats such a strong word. its just that i can actually write abt happy things when i am at work can i? its like laughing at a funeral..

truth be told, i am a lazy blogger..my fans..otherwise known as my friends who have nothing better to do whom i torture to 'go read go read' always point out that i have nothing happy to say and i only write when i am feeling crappy..but hey i dont think van gogh was too excited when he was painting..that would explain why he chopped his ears off..coz he was already feeling bla..he could not have felt worse..

i have so much in my mind..but to blog it all in one page seems so selfish..i would rather give a teen angst filled intro on what my future blogs would be like..so...dont say i didnt warn ya...o btw..i'd prob blog again in abt an hour..since i feel like this is my only object to sanity at the moment..