Luffy the Puppy

Out of spontaneity, I asked my bro to buy me a puppy soon after I knew he just bought one. Our puppies are brothers who have a fetish to smell each other's ass. Hmm...

I decided to call him Luffy because I just recently watched One Piece. My bro calls his puppy, King. According to him, he looks like the Lion King. I thought he acts like Pumba.

Luffy is a mixture of Pom and Maltese. Definitely cute and adorable and good thing is he rarely barks.

Sometimes when at work, I feel I miss him...

I must be in love!~

What I am writing about when I am writing

Save the best for the last, I spent the last moment of the previous Sunday at Borders. It's a place I would go after meeting up all my friends. It's a place I would go when I need silence and some inspiration.

Books are expensive stuff to me.

More often than not, I find it so difficult to fork out money to buy myself books. I could only sit by places like MPH and Borders and grab some books and read there. Like a bee buzzing around its honeycomb, I found myself looking at one book after another.

It was not like window shopping. In my heart, I was looking for something, almost like I couldn't stop until I found that something that I was unconsciously looking for. To be honest, I didn't even know what I was looking for. There was just a strong desire to find something.

And then I found it.

"What I talk about when I talk about running" by Haruki Murakami.

I read the first few pages and I knew I could not resist buying it. Surprisingly, there was something familiar in the book. The style, it reminds me of myself. The story, it reminds me of a narration of myself. The run, the marathon, the metaphor - they were all too familiar. The speed and the need for solitude seem as much in my veins as they are in his.

In the run, he's already a regular while I'm still kick-starting. In my life, I have written quite a bit, I cannot help wondering when will the day come when I could write a rainbow out of my keyboard. When I could write food into famine? When could I write comfort into pain? When I could write an inspiration instead of a story. Not that I want to be a novelist...

... all I want is to be able to write, ship it out and don't expect its return.

Cluckdicted!

I've been waiting for the past 30 minutes for someone to ask me out for lunch. Working at this area, I know exactly what are served around this area pretty well.

If lunch is within walking distance, there's only the following:

1. Overpriced Malay Economy Rice;
   
2. Delicious-but-Very-Slow-Service Chinese food;
3. Economical-and-Bland Chinese Food Court stuff and;
   
4. KFC

In reality my mind is thinking of the ideal lunch:

1. Balik Pulau or Old Town's Laksa
2. TGI Friday's steak
3. Chilli's big fat succulent burger
4. Chicken rice
5. Japanese food
6. Taiwanese restaurant
7. Grilled lamb

Pardon my tummy's growling noise as I am typing.

Well, between reality and idealism, I must strike a balance. Frankly, I am really craving for a chicken drumstick from KFC.

Truth be told again, I just had one drumstick from KFC - like - yesterday?

The problem with the KFC here is that anyone can look in, then people will know I'm eating KFC again. I think I'll just hide elsewhere while I have my KFC.

Bye. Lunchtime.

How to miss a buffet for a THIRD time?

Great, congrats, my dearest Iris Lee. I tried to chio everyone to go for the seafood buffet. I began to receive some positive responses. As much as I wanted to go last week, my eyes were in a melancholic state last Saturday.

SO? Well, a colleague replied my email saying the hotel was fully booked until end of the month from Monday to Sunday! Couldn't believe my eyes and I called the restaurant up. To my horror, the lady on the other side of the phone affirmed the bad news and she wouldn't even consider putting me on a waiting list.

Honestly, I really don't know how I have so little luck with good food. Now tell me, how can I gain 2 kg within a month?

Drag me to hell

Feeling Scared..

It's not exactly my first time lying down on a bed covered white sheets.

It's not my first time looking up a ceiling with a blinding white flourescent on top of my face.

It's not that I'm so happy I don't feel fear in me.

Yet, I just received a message that went "Good Luck"... that got me wondering what is it that I need some extra luck?

Maybe I'm just gonna sleep, open my eyes and see a beautiful tomorrow.

Buy 1 Free 1 Buffet, I'm gonna try it, damnit~!

That's all I feel like typing upon reading Reese's comment.

First Ouch, Second Bores

The first time I went clubbing, it was at Zouk. Reason being, I just wanted to piss an ex-boyfriend off but to my horror, not only he wasn't pissed, he couldn't give a damn at the first place.

I ended up with ciggie stench all over me. I was dancing with a guy all the time but I couldn't even remember his name or face.

I have my second night out at the age of 25. It's in Penang this time. There was lesser ciggie stench but my ear drums sorta hurt a little. Still, except for the company of friends, I don't find any fun in there.

Was dying for a seafood buffet but it was full by the time I got there. It's the second time I walked out of the hotel without having my buffet. Instead of my fresh oyster, I had mee goreng for dinner. *sobs* Dressed so nice, just to dine at the mamak... *whimpers*

Never mind, I'm seriously thinking of another way to put on some weight tomorrow. I think I can begin with some home cooked tong sui.

Woohoo~

Finally, the toughest has passed. Learn a few things here and there and still feeling guilty for snapping at people.

Mostly, I'm just purely glad that I can have a peaceful sleep tonight. No more fidgeting around. Phew.

Dear Iris, glad to announce here that I will be having my Rasa buffet tomorrow *hopefully* and it's buy one free one! Yay! I can't think of another other way to do it except for whacking on a buffet. Lost 2 friggin' kilos over one event. I just have to eat like there's no tomorrow.

I'm gonna cut my hair this weekend too. Cut to grow. A bit ironic but I like it.

So it's cooking, eating, whacking, sleeping, recuperating and cutting this week.

You are... I am...

Lecturer: Do you go online a lot?
Dee: Yes...
Lecturer: I thought you'd do so. You look like you're the kind who'd go online to find "virtual" friends.
Dee: *dumbstruck*

As I go on living each day, I discover another type of species in this world those that love to judge from what they see. Unfortunately, the seeing was only on surface level as far as it gets. Metaphorically, when we look into the sea, people like that will see only their reflections. Those who dip themselves in a bit more and start snorkeling will probably see a teeny bit more. Those who can dive in and swim around would probably realize there is, literally, another world down there.

Where diving is concerned, it sounds really interesting. Yet, it's not something everyone or anyone can do. Simply because it takes courage to make it happen. Looking at the other side of the coin, it also means risking your life.

Now going back to my initial point. On the day that lecturer made such assumption about me I had no intention to correct his vision. Deep down, I guess he's those who'd only see his own reflection on water surface. In real, while I surf a lot, it makes me an IT geek today not a cyber social butterfly. Truth be told, I don't even speak to strangers.

"You're depressed, unmotivated, melancholic, power crazy, inconsistent, gives up easily, never listened... Was there ever a thing that you took up and stick to it for life? Why are you crying? You're damn emotional. That is what melancholics are capable of giving me. Instead of crying you should work harder and prove it to me. Truth is I treat you like a boy..."

Those were the lines that a friend used repetitively on me last Saturday. Was again dumbstruck. Unlike a lecturer, this is a FRIEND. Someone whom I thought would know me. Despite countless explanations, he couldn't because he has already fixed in his mind who I am.

He thinks I am this. I know I am not. Suppose that's all that matters after all. It takes courage and is risky to dive deep down into the unknown realm.


*Thanks to Andrew for bringing me, literally, back to the ground when you know I couldn't make it. Something I learned along my way is work within what my stamina allows me. Pushing and testing the boundary, being irreverent is fine, as long as I'm still safe in one piece but not when it harms or kills my body. What's the point of having a persistent soul when your body is dead?

To my friend who thinks life is all about pushing to the max...

The girl trying to move

Going Back to the corner where I first saw you 

Gonna camp in my sleeping bag I'm not gonna move 
Got some words on cardboard, got your picture in my hand 
saying, "if you see this girl can you tell her where I am" 

The music's blasting and I hear this familiar song. As I am driving home, I see familiar lanes but the couple here in the past has long gone. A cold scene.

What if there was a man who can't be moved in my life?

Lol. I was the girl and the boy told me, "I'm sorry you still feel the same".

And I keep seeing the same roads, lanes and the sea we shared our secrets with. Nothing has changed except for the boy who is long gone and the girl trying hard to move on and the stage awaits another new couple to set in place.