15 years ago ...

15 years ago ...

Tyson was here, he came, he conquered, he boxed. Craziest ever dog, EVER. I heard him bark, only ONCE. Like ... ONCE. Yet, people is afraid of him, just by looking at him.

Yu nai? kit teung.

Period.

Trust is broken

Trust is not given, it is gained.

To those babis who are involved, please bear in mind that people do not give you their trust, you gain it, like ... you know? You know what I mean?

Seriously and frankly speaking, I just do not know what some people want. Once the trust is broken, you try to gain it back, though it is difficult, but it is not impossible. If you keep provoking people, you should know what you get. Force ... aggressiveness ... is not something I believe in. Promises are never meant to be broken too. It does affect the trust that you have for someone.

For that, the trust is broken, so ... it's time to stop doing stupid things. Perhaps, a babi, will end up being a babi and should never be related to humans, it's such disgrace, an insult. Probably in people's eyes, that babi is not a babi and in fact that babi is a decent one, but fret not, I am never gonna believe that statement.

And for all those things and whatever things, the trust is broken, just like a tattoo. It's a permanent scar that is left. And for that, babis deserve that kind of treatment. Never blame someone else for all these shitty things. You know what scheisse means? It perfectly describe babis.

Sometimes, ignorance is bliss.

KLCC Park @ Night

Each time I go over to KLCC, I see people hanging around there, as if that place is so nice to hang out at. I seriously do not understand the reasons of doing so or perhaps I see too much of KLCC that I am feeling kinda numb bout the whole building, the whole thing. That night we went over there, to have dinner, and for that, we stopped by awhile there, to show that, we people, do hang out there too, as Malaysians LOL. I know this is like so whatever lolz.


Yeay. Me and Dede. And you know what, of all hotels, we were er ... promoting Traders Hotel haha. So whatever >.<

Secondary and Primary Years SUX

I was sitting here browsing one website after another and while waiting for them to upload, I saw a magazine, a magazine that had been standing here for years now and it was untouched.

This magazine is actually my school magazine from secondary 5. I have seen so many faces inside there and for many, I have totally no clue about their existence any longer, like totally erased out right after SPM. Not like they are important anyways. Oops, did I just say that? haha. Sorry but that cannot be helped.

Everyone's like saying that school life, secondary and primary life is the best years of your life. I beg to differ. I don't enjoy school life. School life sucks and it sucks to the max. I love college life. I love my hotel school life, which was in Swiss haha. Those are the ones I call as the best years.

School life is boring, and those life is just tragic and not to mention it was stupid and it was lame. Everyone's trying to beat everyone else, showing their stupid almighty attitude or just maybe my school was problematic and particularly my batch people haha. Oh well. Tsk tsk. Also the fact that the primary people that I know were equally sucky, or maybe more? The one that unfortunately, I bumped in a tuiton centre, after 5 freaking years HEH. Sadly yes, and yes, same bloody attitude that TEMPT people to slap her. HAHA. Yeah. I had to resist not to slap her or else I will be sued for pet abuse. Yes she is a pet, or rather, she was dying to be a pet, or maybe not, just a bimbo then. Whichever and whatever, such an idiot.

My hair was so retarded then, much more retarded than now, though my hair now is still sort of retarded and my skin was so durable (tahan lasak) with the sun, seriously. Boring life I had.

Conclusion, secondary and below sucks. One word to describe, just one. Allow me to describe. SCHEISSE. Heeeheeee =)

Tattoo design

What do you think of this design? :D Yesh a tattoo lolz

Crabbie ;)

I was freaking pissed this morning, 7.30am. Yes I know it's darn early to get pissed, but I was literally pissed. Working the whole night and not being able to sleep is bad enough, and when it's time to go home, you could not get out from the parking lot because of some stupid error that the parking idiots do is something unacceptable. If I did not pay is MY mistake, but I paid 3 days beforehand and I was still unable to get out. That stupid night shift parking attendant told me, "they are not around, come back at 9" The moment I heard that, was just practically boiling away. I never felt so pissed before, he's just a piece of shit anyways. That's why you only work night, that's why you are just a mere whatever.

Tell me also why are there so many babis in this world. I really wanna know why. The amount of them are growing rapidly, and it is outnumbering us, the normal people. SAD, you know, it's just SAD.

Yesterday night, I got a call from a long time friend, and I call him Boy Boy or Crabbie or Ketam, whichever you are comfortable in. Moo, your friend HAHA. Yes, I know I gave him that name haha, but it suits him perfectly, since he used to pinch until I get blue black =.= Omg, he remembers me, I am so darn bloody happy. When I saw my phone it was already 2+ and so I messaged him to ask whats up and stuff like that. He told me, he wanted to ask me to go clubbingggg. OMG!!!!!! He asked me to go clubbing??? OMG!!!! First time in my life OKAYYY! Fine, at the same time, Lalang messaged me too, to keep me awake. After attending guest a little while, guess what, I saw a miss call. I thought it was Crabbie, and so I felt so happy. When I saw the name, I got so so disappointed, it was not him. It is somebody who is not worth mentioning of. Like dang bloody disappointed alright. I really thought was him, eventually it wasn't. The last time I saw him was in July 2007, so long ago, considering the fact that I used to see him almost everyday back in college days. Right then, put away my phone, don't have to bother about that miss call I got. SAD.

Chocolate Fondue

It was the day when Ah Boi came down from Penang, met us in KLCC. We had chocolate fondue, our Swiss delicacy ... and yes we missed that food a lot, like A LOT. We decided to have it instantly once we saw it. The last time I had chocolate fondue in Swiss was REALLY VERY long ago, like what ... 29th November 2006 or something, that was my last final paper - Marketing LOL. We had our self-cook Chocolate Fondue in Winnie's room. Sighs. Oh well.




I am sure everyone of us still remember those crazy nights, the nights that we stayed up til 2am to snap pics at every corner of our school when everyone else were fast asleep, as well as hiding and peeping at people ... and laughed like some nut case -__- it was one hell of a drama, a real once in a lifetime drama, absolutely hilarious, starring Hakun and Sam lolz.

Goodbye, Schwein

I know I blogged about this before, but I can't refrain myself from blogging this again, due to my overjoyed feeling that I have right at this very moment

Dear trainee,
This is the day that you no longer will step your foot into this hotel anymore, whereby it's a win-win situation, in which you will be happy, I will be happy and everyone else will be happy, except maybe your beloved, and only her. We do not need you here either, getting everyone's blood pressure going up every single day. It's not an adrenaline rush, rather, it's more like a hot boiling water waiting to erupt anytime anywhere having you as the cause of death. So many trainees come and go, but you ... you are the first ever one that got me so pissed before, with your screwed up attitude. And no, you are not cool, just that you are too cool for me. At least now, I do not have anyone to irritate me, just with your existence. Even the ever most patient person there could not take you. Please do realize yourself also that you are not good looking, like not at all, if you have not realized. Nobody will ever remember you, I don't intend to remember you either. Perhaps, you should return to Year 1 to learn what is respect and how to show respect to others. No, nobody miss you, can continue dreaming on and that day will never come.

So I know I have blogged about this how happy I feel about him leaving the place, the fact that I don't have to see his face every single day makes life so much more happier, so much more flowery. I felt a sense of relief, like one whole load of burden had been released.

Dede, enlighten me please with his Babi Code.

Another one, who is not a trainee, but the name is NWTD Babi, which actually is No Words to Describe Babi whereby I am totally out of words, just to describe this particularly person, with a really screwed up mentality, and nothing but just screwed up, nobody knows what that fella wants, nobody knows why that fella is acting that way, and just ... nobody knows because he is just literally screwed up. The way that has being acted upon is so weird, doing the same thing to different people, yet ... he still gets the same response from them, which is just fated, fated for that fella. Get a life and grow up.

Wilkommen bei Schwein Familie

Desserts

Desserts is the key to happiness.


Couple of months back, I had Haagen-Dazs ... enough said, don't have to elaborate where with who and that sort of thing, most important is ... it's de-li-cious alrighty, tschuss :D

Meeting Pat

There are three steps you have to complete to become a professional dancer: learn to dance, learn to perform and learn how to cope with injuries. ~ D. Gere

This post is actually a pending post right from Chinese New Year.

Yeah it was the time that I met Patchay, at the same time, The Pig and Kylie. Seems that there are so many pigs around eh. My gawd.

Let me tell you all a story.

Once upon a time, Pat wanted to meet us. No problem, mo dai nai, as everyone's so busy, so isogashi so fine we made appointment for this particular day. You know, after working night shift, your biological clock is practically upside down and what you really wanna do after work is to head back home and sleep right away.

Guess what? The appointment was meant at 8.30am, I reached at 8am, it wasn't anyone's fault even if they are not there, like ... I understand. I really do. The clock keeps on ticking, seconds, minutes passed. It was 8.30am then. I saw my watch, it was exactly 8.30am. On a Sunday morning, there is no jam at all. I saw Pat, I was happy, there's someone ... like finally. Then, I could not stand the heat, the hunger, the thirst, I felt like a African kid longing for food so badly.
Still .. I could not see the Pig, and Potato. FYI, Pig fetched Potato. Finally, they reached ... half an hour late. I already emphasized on my SMS to be PUNCTUAL, and not to be late, see what happens. Know what? I don't wanna wait for people my whole life, like ... you get what I mean people? I know it's better than Dora, waiting for him can really die.

But, I already said be punctual, means be punctual lar, what the heck. That's why I ponder around these days, guys these days cannot be trusted, at least most of them cannot be, sorry guys. Wait a miniute, choto, is he a guy? He's a PIG, I forgot! Entshuldigung and I am sorry.

Like ... you know how to spell late rite ... it is L-A-T-E ... or L-E-W-A-T ... or T-A-R-D or S-P-A-E-T or D-E'-U-K ...

Enough? Oh my gawd! Oh schade