week 6
Posted by: Yanny on: April 4, 2009
If adults laugh and shout when they are excited about something,
how do you expect children to keep quiet?
If adults talk loudly because they are discussing something they are interested in,
how do you expect children to keep quiet?
We’re all halfway through the test. A loooong ten-week test. And, I must say, I am enjoying it.
I know it is not a direct competition between the trainees, but I kinda revel in the children-whining-when-I-have-to-go-and-another-trainee-wants-to-take over.
hehe.
That is when the late nights, the sore fingers from cutting, the eyebags worth it.
But, of course, I am not the most attractive creature on earth now.
=)
From 5 to 0
Posted by: Yanny on: March 27, 2009
- In: Random
- 3 Comments
In all seriousness, Channel 5, do you really think girls ( I don’t think they are cool enough to be called chicqas) scantily clad covered with cream or on a car will increase the ratings?
Use the other head, guys.
Or at least, reach out to other fetishes as well.
Aahh, time for cable or…
pay per view.
hehehe.
middle age crisis
Posted by: Yanny on: March 21, 2009
- In: Love
- 2 Comments
The middle age crisis (MAC) came early for me. Actually, it just came today.
I take it as a retribution for doing FB quizzes instead of the assignment.
I was browsing friends’ pages when I saw this.
I thought to myself that this is kinda neat. 27 is a nice age to get married. I would have accomplished what I want to and I have enough money for my saturday-dinner-with-buddies-in-restaurant and sunday-lunch-with-everybody-else-in-CC. And for her, she has another 8 years to scout for Mr Right.
I found that rather comment-worthy so I did just that, leave a comment.
And, I want to know what it would be for myself. My oh my, I was prepared for the unyielding shame, not.
Tsk. Speechless. It’s ‘finally’ actually. Double L. Dumb ass.
I have this ‘motto’ in life, I would either get married or get rich.
However lately, my heart and uterus seem to have extra dosages of mummy hormones, so yeah.
Told Mom about it, she brushed it off, saying (in Malay),”Nonsense! God has my man and my path written out for me. Don’t worry.”
Ok, that made feel better. I have faith.
Then she added quite nonchalantly, “Cuma, next time tu jangan cerewet sangat. Yang betul ada, kau nak yang orang putih rambut brown tu.”
Before I roll my eyes till they never return to their original positions, I shall translate it for you. She reminded me that next time I shouldn’t be too fussy, ignoring the person who possibly is the right one while yearning for the brown-haired-fair-skinned boy.
Thanks ah, Mom.
on the rocks
Posted by: Yanny on: March 20, 2009
I won’t forget the shocked. almost-disgusted look on her face when I told her about it. The way her head turned to find my accomplice. More so now, after knowing how she actually feels about it. Let’s just say, I didn’t expect my decision to have evoked such a reaction from her. It was not like I decided to elope or steal something. Maybe that won’t get a similar reaction as they make me wild and rebellious. And most importantly, cool.
I was particularly careful not to sound preachy about it. I am still being very careful about it now. I don’t think I could have stepped on her toes. I remembered how, in the past, I would really convince others to join me even after they said they actually wanted to stop. They were different, weren’t they? They were trying to change for others i.e. bfs or husbands. For me, it is my own decision to stop. At least, respect that.
I am no pioneer in all these kinda things. There are always people before me who have done worse, and never in my intention for me to follow their steps just to be cool. Seriously, ‘cool’ is an attitude. It is something intrinsic. It is not something that you do that makes you cool. ‘Cool’ is either something you are or you aren’t. If you happen to think that I’m less cool than you just because I don’t want the catalyst to be high, I guess you are wrong.
I don’t happen to think I am cool when I threw myself at my close guy’s friend. Nor when I lost my ability to wash my face. Not even when I couldn’t even down food the next day. I don’t think I am freaking cool when I entered home, head spinning and saw my mom praying. I bet she asked God to keep me safe, and yeah right, all I can think about at that moment was how cool I was. Yanny rocks, doesn’t she?
I still want to have fun. And, I believe I am still fun.
Cool ke tak cool ke.
Who makes you the queen of the world, that I have to listen to whatever you say?
victorious
Posted by: Yanny on: March 15, 2009
- In: Random
- 3 Comments
I did it!
I freaking did it! (jumping for joy, and I got stuck. haha, k lame.)
It wasn’t easy at all. My sense of smell was somehow heightened. The smell of T and V. And worse of all, the freaking J which was in my hand.
Most importantly, I had as much fun. My inhibition was incredibly lowered that I could revel in the fun without help.
And oh, my eyes enjoyed their washing session too. I literally couldn’t close my mouth when he (index fingers on the eardrums, and slide down to the chin) looked at me. He might not intentionally look at me, but that was enough to ignite the mouth-gaping seconds.
Anyhoo, special thanks to Atik and beautiful stranger for the support. =))
And to Shaz, Liz and Diy, thanks for your kind understanding.
I hope I was still as fun.
Next, Vesak Day anyone? hehe.
