Lifestyle of the rich and the famous

I've decided I do not want to be rich and famous. Seriously. Let me just die a nameless face who nobody knows about.. hahaha.
I was watching some stupid telemovie (stupid as it was, here I am talking about it) the other day about this woman who married a billionaire. And she had no freedom.. everywhere she went, she had to tell the bodyguards, and those freaky men would follow her around.. she had a schedule for each day, telling her what to do, where to go.. and on other occassions, she was just trapped in the big huge mansion with only maids and butlers to talk to.. come on, as much as you would love to have that much money.. is it really worth it? Think about it, the more money you have, the more you'd fear that you'll be assisinated and that your kids will be kidnapped.. what kind of life is that? Ok, so if you had that kind of money.. I still suggest you buy a normal house, wear normal clothes and send your kids to normal schools.. then that money you have.. just spend it gradually so that it won't be so obvious. LOL! That's what I'd do if I ever had that amount of money..
Well, being Hollywood-ish kind of famous is a whole new ball game.. I was watch E! News the other day and they were giving suggestions on how to look like the stars. Did you know, now they actually inject botox at your armpits to stop the sweating?! Hey, hello.. haven't you heard.. sweating is actually good for you.. Oh, and the botox that's in your body a.k.a. "fatty poison"(yeah, that's what it was originally called) isn't gonna help much either.. So, you're pretty on the outside.. but on the inside, you're full of crap.. almost literally.
So, yeah. I do not want to be too rich (a little rich is good to get me by..lol) nor too freakin' famous (I'd like to be recognised by a handful of people). And yeah, you guessed it.. my coffee's doing most of the talking today.. lol.

The coffee queen, overwhelmed and defeated.

Ok, I have handled all kinds of coffee before.. even to the very exotic ones. I've conquered and made sure they were brewed just right. But this time, I've got to admit.. there's one type of coffee I failed at. The Greek Coffee. First of all, it doesn't help that the instructions were all in the Greek language (except the illustrations, thank God) .. what's more difficult, is that it has to be boiled. Yup, no coffee plungers, drip brew, peculator.. but just simply, boiled.
I thought it'd be easier to use a casserole and just scoop it up afterward. Seems easy right? Just like boiling soup. But I was wrong. Firstly, I had no idea how much coffee powder to put, since I have no idea how many cups the casserole is equivalent to (which I was too lazy to measure). And then when I brought the thing to boil, I tasted it.. and it tasted burnt. I have no idea why.. but I hope Greek coffee doesn't actually taste that way, or else, I'd probably stay away from Greek coffee for the rest of my life. In the end, I just gave up. So here's the coffee queen, sitting in front of her laptop, with a whole casserole full of Greek coffee, and yet, has not had her afternoon fix.

I'm starting to think this whole 'coffee expert' thing is self-proclaimed.

Thank you for giving way.

If you have driven on the roads of Johor Bahru and managed to escape unscathed, chances are, you're able to drive anywhere else in the Malaysia. But of course, surviving the roads of JB doesn't actually mean you're not irritated by the stupid inconsiderate drivers.
Yesterday, mom was driving on one of the busy roads when a bus from Singapore just suddenly and rudely barged into her lane and drove right in front of her. Well, and I thought only Malaysian buses are capable of that. Anyway, my mom and I were saying how rude the bus driver was till I suddenly saw something at the back of the bus that made me laugh. It was written..

"Thank you for giving way."


I was thinking, that sign is put up as a license to drive recklessly, and to just be rude. After all, the bus driver did say thank you. So, you can't possibly be angry with him/her anymore can you?

What's wrong with these people?!

Is it so shameful to have a Malaysian accent?? I just don't understand.
I love listening to the radio because of the variety and the funny deejays. But of course, radio isn't radio without the listeners calling in. So, yeah.. some listeners are really funny, but then again, there are a number of them who calls in a pretend that they're Americans. Come on, who's kidding who?! I can hear it immediately.. no matter how you try to speak like an American, there's always the native language influence creeping in. So, if I.. a Malaysian who has never been to America can actually spot the difference, imagine if a native American speaker is listening in? They must be laughing their heads off.
I have a feeling that I have wrote a post about this, but I have been annoyed way too much lately to ignore it. I love being Malaysian, I love eating Malaysian food, and I love speaking Malaysian.. Malaysian English, or Malay (even though I'm not that good at it). I proudly embrace my identity.. do you?

My precious Saviour

Today was one heck of a day. The longest day I've had in awhile. Well, I went to work 30 minutes earlier because mom had to work (dad's clinic receptionist was on leave). So, when I reached, my boss had just arrived as well.. so work began immediately. Btw, the plagiarism workshop is tomorrow and so I knew today was going to be busy. But then again, I wasn't prepared for what was to come.
It started out pretty chilled out. Dr. Ummul told me about her hectic weekend, etc.. then at 11am we had the pre-workshop meeting. That was ok too. And after the meeting, Dr. Ummul and I went for lunch.. Japanese food.. hmm.. not my fave.. but then again, hahaha.. so I guess I finally figured out what caused the real fatigue! We skipped the usual visit to the Starbucks joint since she was full. Really.. I'm used to having my afternoon coffee and so the effect didn't set in till later.
We went back to her office, and she had a meeting while I photocopied all the materials that we needed. After awhile, I felt blur (Malaysian lingo for "faint"). And because of that I made a few stupid mistakes... And I was so angry with myself and thought "That's the reason why I don't like myself very much sometimes.."
Anyway, there came a point when I was doing even the simplest task of stapling the papers together wrongly. And then I felt really helpless and didn't know what to do.. and so I said this:

"Lord Jesus, hold my hand. I need you now. I need your strength"

I knew it would make a difference. I just didn't know by how much. So, I grew blurrer and blurrer, but I knew i'd had to finish what I started (I hate leaving things halfway done). So, just trusting the Lord, I went ahead. And the results were astonishing! My mind froze up, and I couldn't think straight, but amazingly.. I was doing things faster and more accurately that when I was doing some thinking! I knew right away, it wasn't me. It was the Lord :) I could feel that some other force was with me. And so, as I did other tasks, everything went smoothly and I finished after awhile. Tired as I was, but I had the strength to go on. Thank you Jesus! :)

I knew I needed to tell my story right now and right then. This may be a little miracle, but it has touched me so deeply. I know there's a God. And I know my Saviour loves and cares for me, no matter how small the problem is, He's there.

I love you Jesus. You are my one and only precious Lord and Saviour.

Miss Understood

Here's me getting a little emo and armed with a poetic license (since everything doesn't rhyme).


When I don't say things out loud,
it does not mean I don't have an opinion,
it just means that I don't want to argue with you.
When I don't lend a helping hand,
it's not that I don't care,
it's just that I'm too worried about you that I'm afraid I'll screw things up rather than be of help.
When I insist on things done my way,
Sometimes you should just let me be, I'll bear all responsibility and all consequences.
When I'm not there with you
That doesn't mean I do not care, for I am thinking and praying for you.
When I shy away from you,
that's probably when I need you the most.
I'm not perfect nor will I ever be,
But I will help and love you, the best way I know how.


P/S: it must be the rain. I'm usually not like that. :|
it's funny how drops of water and gray skies can make you do weird stuffs.

Orange colored sky

I saw an orange colored sky just at 7.45pm. It's rather unusual, since at about 7.30, it's usually almost dark. It was very pleasing to my eye as I stared out of the window in awe of God's ingenuity.
Well, perhaps this orange colored sky would have gone unnoticed by many people in my area; people who are busy, rushing to go somewhere, or just sitting down watching tv (like *ahem* my dad). A brilliantly painted sky gone unnoticed. That's got to be injustice!
That made me realize how self-absorbed I can be sometimes. Or perhaps, I'm just overwhelmed by what has been placed on my shoulders that I fail to see that this world is actually a lot bigger and beautiful than it seems. Compared to that, I'm insignificant, small and unpretty (although I do feel that way most of the time). And what's more, they are free.
Honestly, nature brought me through some tough times. I remembered when I was writing my thesis, I really struggled to stay sane as the workload was crazy. But however busy, I always made time to make a cup of coffee, and sip it slowly while looking out of the window. Nature (and coffee) was what kept me going, kept me from giving up, and indirectly landed me this job too.

I guess sometimes, all we do need is fresh air and sunshine!