Mills’ Bar Room Brawl

I was wearing my ‘VOTE OR DIE’ tee while walking along Gurney Drive last night when a malay hippie said " Aku ‘Vote’ la, aku tak mau ‘die’, kalau tak pun aku ‘or’!"

What was he thinking? Trying to pick up a chick with her boyfriend walking two steps ahead is idiotic, especially with a pick-up line that lame.

And i accidentally did a Marilyn Monroe last night while at the ATM. A breeze suddenly blew my skirt right up! I had to ask Arif to stand behind me, holding on to my skirt while i frantically tried to get the money out from the ATM. And the best thing is, the skirt won’t hold down coz it was flare. Arif held the sides, the front and the back flew up. Arif held the front and the back, the sides flew up.

It was really a ‘which-side-to-flash’ moment.

Merry X’mas!

Cepat sungguh rasanya this year went by.

Like a broken record, i’m gonna say this again.

I can’t remember being 23 as much as i don’t remember being 21.

I went to TESCO, grocery shopping with Arif around noon. Bought RM150 worth of food and home supplies. I’m changing my eating habits. Coffee and cereal (taken individually…gila, makan cereal dengan kopi instead of milk) for breakfast, granola bars for lunch, apples for tea, and dinner maybe a light sandwich.

Bye bye Hafiz, the kedai makan depan my house. I will miss your nasi daging merah  and mee hailam dearly. Maybe i’ll singgah and minum your super tasty teh ais.

Then, after TESCO, we thought it would be nice to go down Gurney and have our own private lunch without the usual people for once. Not that  i have anything against lepaking with Eddy and Zahid, but Arif will be back in Arau soon, so it would be nice if we could spend a little time together.

We had our lunch at Dome,and i had Caesar Salad. Dome’s salad is better than Coffee Bean, really.

Then, as Arif done paying the bill and tipping the waiter 10 bucks (Christmas tip…we don’t plan to do it regularly…kopak nanti!), Eddy and Zahid miraculously stood next to me. He he…strange twist of fate.

But it was nice ‘jinggling’ to Christmas songs at Coffee Bean Gurney plaza with the usual people i hang around with day in day out. Althought macam bosan sitting there and enjoying the music, but i had my fun.

By the way, i finally get to buy Angela’s Ashes at MPH. I should have bought the book weeks ago when it was still in its original cover (the one in my hantaran list). I liked the old cover better. The new one macam tak cantik and it was 20 bucks more expensive.

Then, i balik and i tried to finish up The Five People You Meet In Heaven, but Arif had to kacau by membosankan diri next to me.

In the end, both of us slept, and i was only vaguely aware of his leaving my room at 3 a.m in the morning….

Macam Santa Claus pulak.

Only the gift was already open and read by me and was sitting there by the dingy bed stand.

Guess who i bumped into at Sega?

Jaclyn Victor!!!

A very petite Indian lass with none of that look-at-me-i’m-a-diva nonsense. Not that i had the chance to get to know her or anything, but even if she acts like a diva, she probably deserves it. No one in Malaysia can sing quite like her.

On the Senget issue, Arif was mad and disappointed that Senget thinks of both of us that way. But we reached a conclusion that if Senget felt small or terhina (his words exactly), then it’s because he made himself felt that way, not us.

If we feel like Starbucks twice a week, there’s nothing wrong with it. Arif and i worked hard for it.

Sometimes we feel like going out a an expensive dinner, and there’s nothing wrong with it.

Again, we worked hard for it.

The world is full of people like him who can’t open up to teeny bit of changes. And it’s like we could never win with them.

Here’s a pic of Shidi with his fantasy girls…and it’s not Eva Longoria!

I had a fall out with Senget today.

Here’s an extract of our conversation:

vixenvendetta: nih, senget….listen carefully.
vixenvendetta: i dont expect u to respect me based on aku lagi tua dari hang
vixenvendetta: like i said, respect is something u earn
vixenvendetta: i might not gain ur respect by lepaking all the time
vixenvendetta: but i have my own business while studying
vixenvendetta: and that alone takes much more than inteligence
vixenvendetta: it takes integrity
vixenvendetta: and for that aku expect hang to understand, leastway respect
vixenvendetta: aku tak pernah throw it in your face yang hang SPM pun tarak, so jangan nak megah
vixenvendetta: aku tak pernah use your education level as a mean to demean u.

Senget: ok fair enough
Senget: my turn k?
vixenvendetta: go
Senget: i never make fun of your goals
Senget: your dream
Senget: as a friend i`m happy u have 1
Senget: BUT
Senget: what makes u so great that people around u hina sgt
Senget: like your the perfect one.

A grand way to start my day.

He accused me of being self-absorbed.

Then, i was found guilty of these following crimes:

1) Pilih kawan (if you’re a liability, please, dear god, avoid me, coz i won’t even look at you. Be your friend? GOD FORBID!)

2) Think too highly of myself that i look down upon others.

3) I used to be very nice but now i’m an arrogant bitch.

Oh, well…whatever rock his boat.

It’s a good thing Sherry came to my rescue and explain to me why he thinks of me this way.

I did not change.

I grow.

Does that give me license to look down upon others?

No.

And i never did that.

I just developed my own set of beliefs and values. Big deal.

Sherry’s summation : " Mills, lets say, if last time you are poor….you eat Roti kosong everyday and now you afford to live a better life….do you still want to eat roti kosong everyday? you know…in this world….there are millions of  people who stand still for the rest of their life…never improve and at the same time they critisize the one who improve their life."

People change, Senget. Live with it.

X’mas is nearing.

So’s new year.

I’m not gonna come up with a resolution. 2006 will see to it that i get by nicely.

And why the fuck is Senget pressuring me to join gym ni? Aku tau lah dia kerja kat Celebrity Fitness now, but i am not interested until i get a job, and then MAYBE aku consider that. It’s such a waste of money coz i don’t see myself working out.

My body is my temple that i offer endless food as divine offering. "Mengunyah" is my five times a day prayer. What’s wrong with that?

And i hate spandex.

On a different note, i think i’ll spend X’mas in Segafreddo with the gang. Then maybe usher in New Year with a brand new soul.

King Kong or rather, for Malaysians, the story of Ah Kong, was alright. No complaints. Except there were too much growling on Kong’s part. Human get annoyed after a while but dogs, they’ll go deaf. Over acting, maybe. I don’t see the need for him to get into character excessively cause half the screen was filled by him alone. You have to really squint to see other characters.

And yeah, i cried. Not because Kong was brutally and wrongly slaughtered but rather i wasted 6 bucks for a tacky movie.

But i love Adrien Brody’s voice. I have to start hunting for a man with his voice.

And Noami Watts needs to put on some weigh. Leastway get a boob job.

okay, my two cents? (who needs it but whatever) It’s an unlikely love story between beauty and the beast. The odds are really high for a lady to fall in love (not love maybe, but to feel safe in his monstrous size) with a 25 feet chimpanzee, however gentle he may be. But Hollywood’s only role is to bring unorthodox story to  big screen and scoop the box office collection.

And as of yesterday, i am officially free. Free from mental dehydration of mind numbing pursue of tertiary education and the dream of being photograph wearing a mortar board and sporting a robe, holding a fake scroll.

I was worried that i could fail two of my papers coz you see, i never attend classes.Anyone who knows me could vouch for that. I rarely went to class until mom thought i quit school. The only class i ever stepped into was Raymer’s creative writing class and that was because i genuinely wanted to learn about writing.

It’s really good that my CGPA is 3.20.  Now mom can start bragging at her work place that i never study yet i always get by nicely.

My intelligence does not deserve any credit this time because to be frank, i have none of it.

I get by with the art of fast talking.

*grins*

"Politics is supposed to be the second oldest profession. I have come to realize that it bears a very close resemblance to the first."

Ronald Reagan
40th president of US (1911 - 2004)

SPOT THE DIFFERENCE! (hehe…)

So, now it’s a Malay? What kinda idiot took almost three weeks to identify a Malay lady from a Chinese national?

Well,everyone looks the same from behind. That’s why i often mistook mine as Lindsay’s.

I don’t know who i hate more : The policewoman or the Malay ‘decoy’?

I wonder how much our government is paying the girl to play a decoy for two days, three days top. You get to arrive in style, the police team make the effort to create a decoy for the decoy to draw the press’ attention away from the real decoy(such drama!), and you, as a detainee,  get to lay low!

Since when does a ‘drug’ abuser get to be incognito?

Publicity whores : always stash two tablets of Speed with you. Who knows you might get spotted!!!

I don’t know why it surprises me that the police would resort to such an obvious lie as a defence strategy. If you had to lie in order to protect your credibility, leastway make it believable.

This one is not holding any water with me.

When it’s obvious to me, a political retard, then it’s obvious to everyone.

Even to a comatose Ghafar Baba.

We rather put our own credibility to test rather than to be in the path of China’s wrath.

We are fast becoming a small replica of United States by exporting democracy and practicing barbarism.

I had to stay in bed for three days, no thanks to bad cold.

And yet i hadn’t lost a single pound.

Maybe i should resort to laxative.

Speaking of which, look, our celebrity friend, Rachel Hunter, is using ‘em too!

OR….i could snort coke day and night and compare which method works better.

Take Kate Moss for instance.

Oh Good Lord…women screw up their lives just to have a ‘good’ body image.

For the love of God, don’t diet.

I gave up my last diet regime two days ago because i know i could never hold on to one so why the hell bother,right?

It’s okay not to let that lip smacking chocolate mousse pass your lips without a gruelling third degree once in a while. Just don’t turn into a fitness fanatic. Just watch what you eat in a sensible way.

Wanna lose that cellulite? Smoking ganja won’t help.

EXERCISE!

I’ll get back to that when this flu thingy is over.

Slow down on drugs, and drinks.

Beer contain like, 150 kcal for 12 fl oz.

I don’t know about drugs, but i doubt anything can benefit from that except those happy feelings….hmmmm

I am far from being an angel,really. Yes,granted, i smoke and i dress like a cheap floozy sometimes.

Also,I like cheap thrills.

Maybe i should have so i can quit being such a square.

Oh,well, whatever rocks your boat.

It’s not natural to care about acceptance so much. 

"Let your heart feel for the afflictions and distress of everyone, and let your hand give in proportion to your purse" - George Washington.

I was out having a late dinner with Arif and Nizar at Padang Broom/Brown when we were approached by a deaf/mute man, selling soft toys. Arif, being the gentle being he is, asked me to handle the man, as he doesn’t have the heart to refuse him (then what am i, chopped liver?)

I shook my head and mouthed ‘No’, and gave the mute man a smile.

When i looked at him from afar, i start to wonder, why didn’t i help a less fortunate folk who was still working at 9.00 at night? I am no better than the others who waved him off like an annoying little bug.

It was really noble of him, earning an honest wage inspite of himself.

We should all help them out.

After all, it’s only RM10-RM15 per month. We don’t bump into them everyday.

Some might argue with me, saying those people belong to a syndicate, out to make us part with our hard earned money.

Think about it this way. If they’re earning an honest living and still we refuse to help them, then don’t blame them when they resort to snatch theft or burglary to part you with your hard earned money.

That’s because we didn’t give them a chance before they turn into a lost cause.

"…The best way to cheer yourself is to try to cheer someone else up…" -Mark Twain

I bought an oriental cushion cover for Ian. A little Christmas gift. I think it would look good in his apartment there in Scotland.

If men are loyal to their women as they are to their football club, then infidelity would be a foreign word.

Just look at the bulletin board! Each guy’s standing up for their club (M.U, Chelsea, Liverpool, Pulau Pinang) or their hero (Keane is the flavor of the month) without guns pointed to their heads.

Shidi had an accident a couple of days ago. Nothing tragic (seeing him walk is,though). A few bruises but the pain is, assumingly unbearable.

There are 2 occasions when one should not run; While holding a scissors and while crossing the street.

I had a topic to write on here a while ago. Can’t seem to remember it now.

Oh,yup.

If i were omnipotent for a day, what would i do?

I’ll sleep on it and tell ya tomorrow!

By the way, for this Christmas, i’m gonna get myself something casual from my favourite store.

Also a new haircut.

Which reminds me of something funny the fooser boys and i talked about during our foosball competition back in 2001.

I got a friend whom everybody called BRAD PITT as a joke. I didn’t know that at first. I thought they were dead serious about it. So i stared at him every chance i got, searching for a remote resemblance, but obviously i couldn’t, because he’s Chinese.

Two days later, i had to ask.

It turned out that he told the boys he showed a picture of Brad Pitt to his barber when he was getting a haircut!

It was funny really, because i kept thinking that he thought that haircut would make him look like Brad.

A year or so later, i met up with BRAD PITT for a drink. He made it clear to me that he had to show that picture because it would be absurd to tell the barber he wanted "here and there short, but here long a bit, but not too long, then here don’t cut."

Made sense to me.