The Round Cat
"Therefore, in the might of Heaven I will sit down and write: I will let the world know what I have done in the faith of promises, and justification by grace, that they may be read and tremble." James Hogg.
I tried to watch a little tv today. Found out that the idiot box no longer has a hold on me. Or maybe I was just tuning in to the wrong channels. *shrugs*
Tried to read some of my old mangas. They too, no longer possess me.
Neither do Non-no's, Nicola's and Love Berry.
I was 20 years old when I started writing on the internet. I am no longer 20 years old. In the past X number of years since, I have written about so many different things, but mostly about things that don't matter much to other people - like stationery, and makeup, and small furry animals.
I never write about politics, or current events... come to think of it, I write as if I live in a bubble.
There was a hurricane and a couple of earthquakes lately and it never occurred to me to write about them. The former PM stepped down from his post in UMNO and that didn't interest me at all. Candidates jumping parties? Royal Commission of Inquiries? Hamilton winning the Monaco GP? Reviewing the CLP? Air Supply in Genting Highlands? Book Fair in KLCC? Pulau Batu Putih?
HAH.
I've changed a LOT since I first started writing online, and the things I write about now have (probably) deteriorated in greatness, importance, and substance.
I am now guilty of running a bimbo-blog. LOL.
Look at that crowd go. BIMBO=HIP!
Why I used to be smarter.
I ate less.
When the stomach is full, all blood rushes to the stomach, leaving none for the brain. I used to starve myself to achieve clarity. But it also made me cranky. And nasty.
Well, actually, I wasn't starving out of choice. I was just piss poor and broke most of the time. Didn't manage money well. LOL.
Why I'm somewhat man-less right now.
Couldn't make things work with him despite all the heavy japanese/korean romantic drama. Couldn't make things work with him despite the uncontrollably-fiery-passion. Probably wouldn't be able to make things work with him because I doubt I'll even have time to date him *sigh*... and with him I fall onto because its comfortable to do so, and it's beginning to resemble friendship between two surfer dudes. That's pretty much it.
Why I'll take my Machine over a man.
My machine:
¤ communicates with all my other machines
¤ causes more people to develop the green eye
¤ has volume control
¤ recharges fully within four hours
¤ can be turned on and off with the touch of a button
¤ is open to upgrades should I ever get bored with what it has
¤ wears pink with confidence :D
Why I'll still want a man, eventually.
Because a man will have a..................
heartbeat.
Why I'm a nudist again.
SUMMER WEATHER!!! Nudity-worthy!!!
Why people should listen to me.
I chopped off about three inches of my hair.
The last time I had a haircut, the stylist (should not even be calling her that) insisted in putting layers into my hair - despite my warning of the consequences of such an act.
That was six months ago.
And it wasn't the only time. The trip previous to that also resulted in the same mess, as did the one waaay before that.
What these hair people never get is that INSANE HAIR, WHEN LAYERED, BECOMES INSANE TO THE MAX.
When of different lengths, they cannot form locks, hence they frizz. Which is why I always insist on a blunt cut. But no.
"But layer will very much more beauty hor?"
For the love of God, please attend an English language course.
"Layering will take the weight out of your hair. Much more manageable that way."
Yeah, you know what? Hair that defies gravity doesn't actually work for me!!! Now I'm battling a force that looks something like those veins in War Of The Worlds (Tom Cruise edition)
Now, six months down the line, I'm STILL (painstakingly) trying to get rid of the layers. The difference between the shortest strands on my head with the longest is still more than 7 inches. Bloody hell.
I've had my hair all my life, I think I would know its behavioral patterns by now.
And to Ms. Makeup Counter Lady, do you not SEE the flakes on my cheeks? I DO NOT HAVE OILY SKIN.
GAH.
To Dr. Mediviron, I had trouble sleeping because of my chest pain, and you prescribe me sleeping pills??! I really enjoyed the trip and stay at the emergency room, thank you. WHO THE HELL GAVE YOU LICENSE TO PRACTICE ANYWAY?
Why I must destroy the world
Because people won't listen to me.
So today I went to bank again. Yes, bank again.
Both my brother and father are driving me straight to the poorhouse, what with their car maintenance, random purchases, eating out and other ugly habits.
See a couple of weeks ago my dad (the hero) left his wallet in the car. He always does. Apparently keeping it in the back pocket of his pants bends the cards and breaks them into 2. Uhuh, seriously?
Car got broken into. Wallet disappears. My mom, in CN has no way of sending money to us here.
I told my dad to never leave his wallet in the car. He never listens.
I told my dad to leave at least ONE ATM card stashed in the underwear drawer at home. He never listens.
I told my mom, to leave one Mastercard with ME. She never listens.
I told my brother to stop pimpin his ride, because he's living beyond his means. Of course, he would never listen.
Problem: now piss poor.
Solution: start by melting down paper. My papers to be exact. Because I'm the only one left with papers to liquidate (my brother done his in when he bought his... "car")
I've been walking in and out of banks so much lately that the security guard knows my exact purpose of visit and reminds me to "Jaga jaga duit tu..."
I might well just keep my left thumb permanently inked *rolls eyes*
Today was a little different though, because over and above the usual teller transactions, I actually had to use the CDM (cash deposit machine btw). There was a short queue, only two people ahead of me, so I thought what the heck, couldn't take that long.
And how I was mistaken.
The guy first in line had a list of 6 accounts he wanted to deposit money into. Great. Six transactions in a go?
I waited in line still. And by the time the dude gotten to account number 4, the line had grown significantly behind me.
He wasn't a young man. Probably well into his 40's or even early 50's. And he had no sense.
I mean, come on, SIX TRANSACTIONS??! The rest of us here have lives too, you know? It's a little unfair that you get to go SIX times before the rest of us even reach the machine.
And I told him exactly that.
"You know, you should get back in line for the rest of that. Please be a little considerate, there's quite a line forming behind you, you know."
Silence.
He continues making deposits. And continues to cross the accounts on his list.
And then he walks away.
And I actually stopped him.
"I have stood here for more than twenty minutes watching and waiting for you to finish making your deposits. I wouldn't have minded two or three transactions, but SIX? Hey, this is a PUBLIC bank. You don't own it. Get back in line and let other people do their business as well."
He looks at me with this MYOB, kid look, but then he realized that the whole queue looked as irate as I did, he knew he was in unfriendly waters, so he ran off.
When I turned to the machine, the person in front of me had still not finished her deposit.
I groaned, thinking oh boy, not another one?
But no. I was mistaken again.
This was a whole other problem. This person fumbled over and over again with the buttons while cursing loudly. It seemed that the machine was not satisfying her needs.
The reason why that is... is because this person was trying to RETRIEVE money from a CDM. Hello, Miss, I think what you need is an ATM.
"Why no option to withdraw?"
"Because this isn't an ATM."
"Ha?"
"This machine TAKES money, it doesn't DISPENSE money."
"Oh why like that?"
"Because... this is a CDM. Not ATM. The ATMs are over... there."
*POINTS TOWARDS ATM*
"Oh same only?"
"No, they're different. Look, this machine says CDM, C-D-M, doesn't it?"
"HOHOHOHOHO."
She walks away. Literacy FAIL.
And so, it was my moment of glory. FINALLY. MY TURN.
I GET TO MAKE MY DEPOSIT. YIPPEEEE! BY THE POWERS THAT BE, IT'S NOW JUST THE MACHINE AND ME. NOTHING CAN STOP ME FROM PUTTING MONEY INTO THAT SLOT. OH HOW TRULY GLORI...
Wait, what's that?
Why does the machine now say
"Harap Maaf.
Mesin Tergendala."
.....
Destroy. Mankind.
p/s: today, I was starving.
I tried to watch a little tv today. Found out that the idiot box no longer has a hold on me. Or maybe I was just tuning in to the wrong channels. *shrugs*
Tried to read some of my old mangas. They too, no longer possess me.
Neither do Non-no's, Nicola's and Love Berry.
I was 20 years old when I started writing on the internet. I am no longer 20 years old. In the past X number of years since, I have written about so many different things, but mostly about things that don't matter much to other people - like stationery, and makeup, and small furry animals.
I never write about politics, or current events... come to think of it, I write as if I live in a bubble.
There was a hurricane and a couple of earthquakes lately and it never occurred to me to write about them. The former PM stepped down from his post in UMNO and that didn't interest me at all. Candidates jumping parties? Royal Commission of Inquiries? Hamilton winning the Monaco GP? Reviewing the CLP? Air Supply in Genting Highlands? Book Fair in KLCC? Pulau Batu Putih?
HAH.
I've changed a LOT since I first started writing online, and the things I write about now have (probably) deteriorated in greatness, importance, and substance.
I am now guilty of running a bimbo-blog. LOL.
Look at that crowd go. BIMBO=HIP!Why I used to be smarter.
I ate less.
When the stomach is full, all blood rushes to the stomach, leaving none for the brain. I used to starve myself to achieve clarity. But it also made me cranky. And nasty.
Well, actually, I wasn't starving out of choice. I was just piss poor and broke most of the time. Didn't manage money well. LOL.
Why I'm somewhat man-less right now.
Couldn't make things work with him despite all the heavy japanese/korean romantic drama. Couldn't make things work with him despite the uncontrollably-fiery-passion. Probably wouldn't be able to make things work with him because I doubt I'll even have time to date him *sigh*... and with him I fall onto because its comfortable to do so, and it's beginning to resemble friendship between two surfer dudes. That's pretty much it.
Why I'll take my Machine over a man.
My machine:
¤ communicates with all my other machines
¤ causes more people to develop the green eye
¤ has volume control
¤ recharges fully within four hours
¤ can be turned on and off with the touch of a button
¤ is open to upgrades should I ever get bored with what it has
¤ wears pink with confidence :D
Why I'll still want a man, eventually.
Because a man will have a..................
heartbeat.
Why I'm a nudist again.
SUMMER WEATHER!!! Nudity-worthy!!!
Why people should listen to me.
I chopped off about three inches of my hair.
The last time I had a haircut, the stylist (should not even be calling her that) insisted in putting layers into my hair - despite my warning of the consequences of such an act.
That was six months ago.
And it wasn't the only time. The trip previous to that also resulted in the same mess, as did the one waaay before that.
What these hair people never get is that INSANE HAIR, WHEN LAYERED, BECOMES INSANE TO THE MAX.
When of different lengths, they cannot form locks, hence they frizz. Which is why I always insist on a blunt cut. But no.
"But layer will very much more beauty hor?"
For the love of God, please attend an English language course.
"Layering will take the weight out of your hair. Much more manageable that way."
Yeah, you know what? Hair that defies gravity doesn't actually work for me!!! Now I'm battling a force that looks something like those veins in War Of The Worlds (Tom Cruise edition)
Now, six months down the line, I'm STILL (painstakingly) trying to get rid of the layers. The difference between the shortest strands on my head with the longest is still more than 7 inches. Bloody hell.
I've had my hair all my life, I think I would know its behavioral patterns by now.
And to Ms. Makeup Counter Lady, do you not SEE the flakes on my cheeks? I DO NOT HAVE OILY SKIN.
GAH.
To Dr. Mediviron, I had trouble sleeping because of my chest pain, and you prescribe me sleeping pills??! I really enjoyed the trip and stay at the emergency room, thank you. WHO THE HELL GAVE YOU LICENSE TO PRACTICE ANYWAY?
Why I must destroy the world
Because people won't listen to me.
So today I went to bank again. Yes, bank again.
Both my brother and father are driving me straight to the poorhouse, what with their car maintenance, random purchases, eating out and other ugly habits.
See a couple of weeks ago my dad (the hero) left his wallet in the car. He always does. Apparently keeping it in the back pocket of his pants bends the cards and breaks them into 2. Uhuh, seriously?
Car got broken into. Wallet disappears. My mom, in CN has no way of sending money to us here.
I told my dad to never leave his wallet in the car. He never listens.
I told my dad to leave at least ONE ATM card stashed in the underwear drawer at home. He never listens.
I told my mom, to leave one Mastercard with ME. She never listens.
I told my brother to stop pimpin his ride, because he's living beyond his means. Of course, he would never listen.
Problem: now piss poor.
Solution: start by melting down paper. My papers to be exact. Because I'm the only one left with papers to liquidate (my brother done his in when he bought his... "car")
I've been walking in and out of banks so much lately that the security guard knows my exact purpose of visit and reminds me to "Jaga jaga duit tu..."
I might well just keep my left thumb permanently inked *rolls eyes*
Today was a little different though, because over and above the usual teller transactions, I actually had to use the CDM (cash deposit machine btw). There was a short queue, only two people ahead of me, so I thought what the heck, couldn't take that long.
And how I was mistaken.
The guy first in line had a list of 6 accounts he wanted to deposit money into. Great. Six transactions in a go?
I waited in line still. And by the time the dude gotten to account number 4, the line had grown significantly behind me.
He wasn't a young man. Probably well into his 40's or even early 50's. And he had no sense.
I mean, come on, SIX TRANSACTIONS??! The rest of us here have lives too, you know? It's a little unfair that you get to go SIX times before the rest of us even reach the machine.
And I told him exactly that.
"You know, you should get back in line for the rest of that. Please be a little considerate, there's quite a line forming behind you, you know."
Silence.
He continues making deposits. And continues to cross the accounts on his list.
And then he walks away.
And I actually stopped him.
"I have stood here for more than twenty minutes watching and waiting for you to finish making your deposits. I wouldn't have minded two or three transactions, but SIX? Hey, this is a PUBLIC bank. You don't own it. Get back in line and let other people do their business as well."
He looks at me with this MYOB, kid look, but then he realized that the whole queue looked as irate as I did, he knew he was in unfriendly waters, so he ran off.
When I turned to the machine, the person in front of me had still not finished her deposit.
I groaned, thinking oh boy, not another one?
But no. I was mistaken again.
This was a whole other problem. This person fumbled over and over again with the buttons while cursing loudly. It seemed that the machine was not satisfying her needs.
The reason why that is... is because this person was trying to RETRIEVE money from a CDM. Hello, Miss, I think what you need is an ATM.
"Why no option to withdraw?"
"Because this isn't an ATM."
"Ha?"
"This machine TAKES money, it doesn't DISPENSE money."
"Oh why like that?"
"Because... this is a CDM. Not ATM. The ATMs are over... there."
*POINTS TOWARDS ATM*
"Oh same only?"
"No, they're different. Look, this machine says CDM, C-D-M, doesn't it?"
"HOHOHOHOHO."
She walks away. Literacy FAIL.
And so, it was my moment of glory. FINALLY. MY TURN.
I GET TO MAKE MY DEPOSIT. YIPPEEEE! BY THE POWERS THAT BE, IT'S NOW JUST THE MACHINE AND ME. NOTHING CAN STOP ME FROM PUTTING MONEY INTO THAT SLOT. OH HOW TRULY GLORI...
Wait, what's that?
Why does the machine now say
"Harap Maaf.
Mesin Tergendala."
.....
Destroy. Mankind.
p/s: today, I was starving.
