a real reward

last weekend i went up north with 'heart just for the sake of we're out of places to go in this durjana city(?). i was quite broke but the stuff that they sell there, man! i just can't help myself spending a little, to satisfy my craves. no. i refused to be called a shop-a-holic. it was nice driving around town. went to some places that we've never been before. but the city square's always been a good stop whenever we're there. they've got good shoes there. not as expensive as those high end brands but good enough to feel stylish in them. ok. so i got a pair of silver flats. only rm29.90. next to the place is the old, kind of abandoned mall where we got ourselves some really vintage shades which cost only rm10 each. i got two. erk..
and because the city was just thankful of my generosity spending some dough on them things, i was given a gift. something like real rewards scheme. only, the gift was a kitten. tee-hee.
*we found him in front of Starbucks & since Azuki Frappucino is taste of the month, well, u get the idea.

just stay away

i was driving home yesterday when a car came from no where and cut in the queue. i was quite restless yesterday and the last thing i need is someone to cut in. even with most of the drivers in the neighborhood i'm currently living in are always rude, which i thought i'll get used to it someday, i just couldn't. attitude! attitude! actually, i always have a thing with people cutting in line. i'm not sure whether this is normal or is it just me but this scenario really gets to my nerves. it's like somebody pushed a certain button somewhere in my nerve system that makes me want to scream harsh words. or was it just yesterday that i feel like doing that? once, i was queing up at the hypermarket counter when this arabian girl cut in-line (without saying anything) because i had three item and she had only a rubberband to pay for. like, WTF?! really, i wouldn't mind it if she said 'excuse me' and explain her situation instead she just passed me by lie i wasn't queing up. sort of invisible(?). so i had to put up my very stern expression and said i was there first. when she said she was just gonna pay for the rubberband, i made a really annoyed face and said "still?". so i thought the cashier would take my stuff first to (maybe) be on my side. instead he was like clueless. and he got my annoyed face too.
but, some friends did say something about my temper. some years ago i was a very patient person. but somehow, as the global weather changes, i turned into a very angry person. maybe i should be taking an anger management session. until now i'm still figuring what i should do to control my temper and what makes happy and forget any miseries.

maybe i have too much miseries taking me over.

teori konspirasi dunia

exactly an hour before noon, we stopped doing the super mini-sites. i'm guessing they got stuck again on the way here from Europe. & leader said something about the previous batch gone missing & we have to re-do everything. haihh. so there wasn't much work for me to work on, which is, currently, very annoying because now we're blocked from myspace AND friendster. owh please, IT men. have mercy on us! i didn't feel like studying wikipedia today so i google-d for blogskin. & the layout that you're seeing now is the result of tossing & turning web pages. i guess there are a couple of cacat-ness, but i'm working on it.
the header of this blog is some guy i found on deviantart which i turned to vector. note: both images are from my personal collections. & the layout, i got it from blogskin.com. if i'm not mistaken, from a girl who used it as her first blog layout. i wonder if she'd get mad, if ever she come across this blog & found out that i've been messing with her layout codes. erk.

"the air that we inhale, are polluted. damaging our lungs, cracking our brains. and most important, turning our hearts cold."

stay strong for the sake of three years.

it was late monday night that 'heart threw at me his sony ericsson. said something about me, wanting his phone that bad. yes. we had a fight. again.
5 minutes earlier, we were lying around at the hall of my apartment. he was babbling about not having sufficient credits to reply to some band guy for an interview. i was just under his armpit when his phone received another message. my bad, i took it from him & it turned out the message was from a singaporean girl asking whether he's online or not.

so i said, "jom!i want to chat with her too." he didn't look too good.

the thing is, we had some fights in the past about girls messaging him or the other way round. though i've been telling him over & over again how i dislike him to have any girl friends (because of some shits happened circa 2006). i'm just not into how he befriended those girls. of course i have the right in saying this: we've been practically living together for 2 years. but just last week, i gave up. just like that. i told him that he can do whatever he wants. i want to stop minding his business since it always made me hurt.
so that monday night, i wasn't mad. i knew about this girl. he told me she's a friend of his singaporean friend whom i'm kinda close to. honestly, i wasn't mad at all. but he made an issue about it. he said i could've just chat with her on myspace. now, if there is nothing going on between him & that girl, why can't i chat with her using his account? i know, his msn account is full of singaporean girls. i guess my snooping habit got to his nerve. he was paranoid. he said everytime he gets a message, he trembled. worrying who sent those messages.
i'm not sure if i'm lying to myself about not giving a damn about these girls anymore. i want to believe the statement i told him about not caring anymore.
sometimes, when the same thing happen again & again AND again, you just can't take it anymore. honestly, i'm tired. and in need of a break from all these.

just a pinch

whatever is typed here, is all my business. some, just a topic out of boredom. some, might be intriguing that it will cause some rampage online.

but most of it are just my thoughts; good or bad.
and maybe, just maybe, someone will come & read my blogs, find it very interesting that he/she would like to make a movie out of it.

*snickers.