Thursday, 31 May 2007

primrose is a hippie

Your Hippie Chick Name Is:


Primrose

jab cross jab cross body right hook

You Fight Fair


For you, a fight is not about proving you're right.
Instead, it's about discussing and resolving difficult issues.


You don't look for fights, but you don't avoid them either.


You realize that clearing the air is good, when you go about it the right way.

of Angels and delusions

You Are Most Like

Adriana Lima


Intriguing and sultry


Tuesday, 29 May 2007

prick or thumb?

A friend watched some French movie and asked me the meaning of “by the pricking of my thumb”. He said that there’s something more to that phrase but he couldn’t remember it. He then tried explaining the movie but it was a lost cause on me.

Under the circumstances, I first thought it was a French phrase which was directly translated into English.

He then tells me it is an Agatha Christie movie in French.

Errr… Me no French Miss Marple.

We decided that we weren’t intellectual enough to decipher the meaning of that half phrase.

He then told me that he couldn’t get around to grasping it because he thought “prick” in this context refers to you know… phallus. The male copulation organ.

My reaction: WHATTT?!!

(yeah I have odd friends…)

How on earth is ANYONE supposed to make sense out of that phrase if you think prick = penis.

What would the thumb do to the prick? But if it is so, then shouldn’t the phrase be “by the thumbing of my prick”. Oh no. Disastrous! Rather, should it be the other way around then? But why would anyone want to be prick-ing his own thumb?

I fussed about it and to (I suspect) shut me up he said he finds it confusing when words have a few meanings.

Righttt.

I think males just generally take the easier way out and think with their pricks. What else is new. Hahahaa…

ANYWAY. I looked it up and discovered that it is taken from Macbeth; some witches’ chant. The full phrase is
“by the pricking of my thumb, something wicked this way comes”.

The phrase means (no, no penises/penes(?) involved guys, sorry) the tingling of the thumb is taken to be a premonition of something about to happen. And no, NOT wicked Ali G style but wicked bad. Btw, I never took English lit and never read/watched Macbeth so please feel free to correct me if I’m mistaken.

But I’m extremely certain it has nothing to do with any phallic eroticism ;)

Monday, 28 May 2007

highlights of the long awaited weekend


shayna zaid. it was lovely, though her opening act was a tad scary if i may say so...






nidji and rivermaya interviews back to back on channel V :)

btw isnt rico blanco of rivermaya superhott?? *drools* HANDS OFF MBF!



going crazy looking at fabrics with MBF at euromoda



gallivanting all around KL and PJ for a 24 hour stabux for my hazelnut hot choc. damn that mont kiara plaza refurbishment "process". had to settle for nescafe tarik :) gotnoblog's slippers fiasco was HILARIOUS!




zzzzzzzzzzzz..




attempting to again become human pretzel

if you notice im trying to be artistic here :p my marlboro lights and my havaianas key chain







rico blanco of rivermaya foto source: http://images.search.yahoo.com/
cat foto source: http://comegetyousome.com/

Thursday, 24 May 2007

ella ella eh eh eh

When the sun shines we’ll shine together
Told you I'll be here forever
Said I'll always be a friend
Took an oath I'm gonna stick it out till the end
Now that it's raining more than ever
Know that we'll still have each other
You can stand under my umbrella
You can stand under my umbrella
(Ella ella eh eh eh)
Under my umbrella
(Ella ella eh eh eh)
Under my umbrella
(Ella ella eh eh eh)
Under my umbrella
(Ella ella eh eh eh eh eh eh)

I LOVE this song and the video :)

Do I allow you to stand under my umbrella???

Wednesday, 23 May 2007

nonsensical garbage

SOD IT! I want to blog. I miss my blog…

It has been crazy busy at work. When we went for coffee last night I asked whether today will be Friday. Yesterday was Tuesday. Now THAT's really bad...

On top of that I get thrown all sorts of nonsense at work… I can't even remember if I rang anyone or supposed to ring anyone back or when I last took a cig break.

Example 1:
Day: Workday
Time: 12:15 noon
Activity: Taking a break, smoking first cig of the day (finally).
Mood: Ahh.. Bliss… Me love you Marlboro lights…

Suddenly…
Clerk: Cik Chocpot are you there?
Me: Err.. Yaaah…
Clerk: Cik Chocpot, the SGM of A is asking whether you’re available for a meeting at 2 p.m.
Me: (reluctantly pried myself away from the sheer enjoyment of smoking my first cig of the day sans any disturbance...) Huh? For what? This week?
Clerk: For the 4 files DA passed to you on Friday.
Me: Oh. That 4 files. What he told me was to prepare an opinion for him by end of today. He never mentioned that I have to attend any meeting.
Clerk: DA said he is not available at 2 p.m. He has another meeting, so he said you would be the appropriate person for the SGM and the other managers to discuss it with. So client wants to schedule the meeting. They suggested 2 p.m.
Me: Oh. Ok. (Dammit! I HATE meetings…) How come DA never told me anything today? Anyway. What day are they looking at?
Clerk: 2 p.m. today.
Me: WHAT?! 2 p.m. TODAY? Do they realise it’s already 12:17 noon?
Clerk: It’s very short notice. Even DA is annoyed.
Me: I have other stuff I’m to wrap up today. (TOB earlier rang to forward the due date of some other shit. F**ketty f**k... Now I need to smoke more cigs. Dammit!)
Clerk: I know... But I need to tell them whether it’s ok for you.
Me: Uhm.. it’s not ok. I’m caught by surprise. Tomorrow lah. After I come back from WD. Say about 11 a.m.
Clerk: Ok, I will let them know.


Time: 3 hours later
Activity: working

Buzzzz!
Clerk: Cik Chocpot. About the meeting.
Me: Yes, what did they say?
Clerk: Their board meeting is tomorrow.
Me: And?
Clerk: And they need to discuss the 4 files with you first before their board meeting. So they need to meet you today.
Me: (OMG... Seriously… Is that MY damn problem? GRRRRRRRRRRRRR….) I don’t suppose they told you why they’re doing everything at the last minute?
Clerk: Err.. No.
Me: Ok lah, schedule it at 5 p.m. today here. I’m not driving anywhere.
(ARGHHHHHHH….)
Clerk: Ok I will confirm it with them.

Time: 4:55 p.m.
Activity: working on other pending things and wondering whether meeting is on.
Clients haven’t arrived nor have they rang to confirm the meeting.

Time: 5 p.m.
Activity: working and wondering about meeting.
Clients not around.

Time: 5:15 p.m.
Activity: working
Clients still not around.

Time: 5:20 p.m.
Buzzzzz!
Clerk: Cik Chocpot, meeting is cancelled.
Me: Laa. Ok thanks.
(ARGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!)

Did you REALLY HAVE to put me through that?

Example 2:
Day: Workday
Time: 9 a.m.
Activity: Checking email
Mood: Sleepy

Why lah got so many unnecessary emails? Sheesh… Ooh. Client’s email. Urgent. Let’s see..

“please draft our reply to X.”

That’s it? A one-liner.

If you care to READ my letter I particularised steps 1, 2, 3 for you to do and you jump straight to step 3? OMG… Give me strength...

Ok… Let’s reply:
"….. Must first do A. Then got 3 options. Option 1 (bold). For option 1, please identify “burjiggies”. Option 2 (bold). Option 3 (bold)..."

Today the reply came. Urgent. Ooh. Let’s see.

“Here is A. Option 1 chosen.”

That’s it.

"Burjiggies" not identified.

*sigh*

NOT again..

Where lah the burjiggies? You’re supposed to identify it dammit!!! (ARGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!)

I nicely wrote that letter kan... Got bold bits all... Read lah.. PLEASE??


Example 3:
Day: Workday
Time: 11 a.m.
Activity: Working
Mood: Composed


Buzzzz!
Clerk: Cik Chocpot.
Me: Yes.
Clerk: BNM asked me to ask you whether you can conduct the interview now.
Me: Huh? What "the interview now"?
Clerk: Interview for BNM's new clerk.
Me: BNM is looking for a new clerk? I didn't know that. Eh, she's around. I just saw her come out of her room.
Clerk: She's leaving for a meeting.
Me: Laa why didn't she ask me?
Clerk: She asked me to ask you.
Me: (What?? Why cannot ask me herself? Oh maybe she's too rushed to ask me personally. Argh, whatever.) No, I'm not doing it. I've to attend to my things. Get it rescheduled.
Clerk: Err the applicant said he just stepped out of his office for a while to attend this interview.
Me: (ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...) Ok ok give me 5 minutes.

Though I know nuts about what BNM looks for in a clerk (we cover different areas), it was relatively a breezy interview because he didn't have any like experience. I just needed to explain what BNM does in broad terms. His reaction: "macam banyak je tanggungjawab ni... hehehehh"

Roightt. That's a surefire attitude to land you a job which you have no experience whatsoever...

I asked whether he has any other questions. No more. "But I must say something to you". Oh, ok. What is it? He looked down for 5 seconds. Then he looked up. "It's very nice meeting you lah" and a smile too out of place for a job interview.

Hallaaao!!!

Applicant = NOT recommended of course!

I CAN'T WAIT for Friday night chill out!!! I hope she's as good as they say she is...

Wednesday, 16 May 2007

song and dance

Me: ….I’m on the way to Victoria to pick up my Rivermaya CD. They called to say that it has arrived.

MBF: Yay! Cool. Are you going to download the mp3 for me?

Me: (3 second silence) Err.. If I got the whole CD why would I want to download the mp3?

MBF: Oh.

Me: (silent)

MBF: So are you going to burn a CD for me?

Me: Whatever…

MBF: Alaaa…

Me: Ok ok (whatever...)

MBF: How many albums do they have?

Me: Uhm, I’m not sure lah. 3 kut. This is the most recent one.

MBF: So Rain’s got more albums lah kan.

Me: Huh? Relevance please? What is the problem? Ada competition ke Rain dengan Rivermaya?

MBF: Hahahahaaa. I'm so funny! Hahahahahaaa..

Me: (Err no not really...)

I’m blaming her forthcoming paper as culprit for her being juvenile and saying the weirdest things…

Good luck babes :)

*********

I am loving this song by Nidji. Have a listen! You’d probably have heard them in Heroes on Starworld, song called Heaven. Thank you to abang CD in Bali for recommending them to me and gravtkills for reminding me that I have it. Hahahaa :)

Hapus Aku

Kutuliskan kesedihan
Semua tak bisa kau ungkapkan
Dan kita kan bicara
Dengan hatiku

Buang semua puisi
Antara kita berdua
Kau bunuh dia
Sesuatu yang kusebut
Itu cinta

Yakinkan aku Tuhan
Dia bukan milikku
Biarkan waktu
Waktu hapus aku

Sadarkan aku Tuhan
Dia bukan milikku
Biarkan waktu
Waktu hapus aku

Nidji live at Ruums KL

Monday, 14 May 2007

goddammit!! ANOTHER injury??!

Premiership: It's Owen-ly mild concussion....

******* 1 Newcastle 1

Michael Owen ended a troubled seven days with a bang on his head to go with the earache and headaches he'd been suffering from all week.

Owen must have already been feeling nauseous, following his agent and Chairman's verbal diarrhoea, but a blow to the head (accidental we assume) from team mate Matty Pattison caused the striker to be stretchered off after 67 minutes.

If this was the last sight of Michael Owen in a Newcastle shirt it seems rather fitting that he left as he arrived - dazed and bemused and nursing another injury.

The only surprise being that it wasn't Freddy Shepherd giving Owen a fireman's lift off the pitch with a £9m cheque in his back pocket....

By that point the score was 1-1 after Kieron Dyer had given us a 29th minute lead but a harsh penalty award allowed Marlon King to level things up seven minutes after the break. Nicky Butt had been penalised for a handball.

Full match report to follow.

source:
http://www.nufc.com/

Friday, 11 May 2007

all systems go

Having mulled it over I finally agreed to do it. I wanted to push myself out of my comfort zone. The operative word here is "push".

He was happy that I agreed. He then let me know the names involved in the shows prior and after his.

OMG... Who?! Seriously?

The day came for all of us to meet and conduct the fitting. He briefed us the necessary for his show.

“I want each of you to ooze with attitude so that people will hate you and roll their eyes when they see you walking down the runway.”

&)@!%$*) @^%*$(^"> *~*%*#!@

Errr. Why would I want people to hate me? I don't want people to hate me. They don't even know me...

Ok, ok, the theme is attitude. I get it.

Do I?

There they go walking up and down looking like the epitome of catwalking with attitude. Bugger. They look very confident. I wonder if they know what they are doing... Maybe they do.

Why does he have so much faith in me?

"Ok. Now Chocpot. Walk. No smiles please."

This is supposed to be me challenging myself by relying solely on my physical attributes and mainly for it to be fun. The only thing I was feeling was numbness all over.

This feels like me sending myself exploding out of my comfort zone...

Wednesday, 9 May 2007

with this ring i thee wed

I came across a bizarre piece that made its way to the NST World news section last weekend. This happened in Juba, south of Sudan.

In February last year, a man was caught shagging a goat. He claimed he was drunk when Rose caught his eye. How a goat would interest a man that way and why anyone would want to have sex with an animal is beyond my comprehension; under the influence or not. It is just plain sick.

In southern Sudan, a man is expected to marry a woman if he has sex with her. In like manner, Charles Tombe was ordered to pay Rose's owner a dowry and deemed to have married the goat. Reason? To save her honour. Yes, you read that right. A man-animal union. Everything about it is just so terribly wrong. Damn salah wan. It's a freaking GOAT. You know, them four-legged kind that bleats. Goats.

It made itself to the headlines recently because Rose died after choking on a plastic bag. Poor goat...

What is the world coming to? Why are people chucking common sense out the window?

Read it here:
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/africa/6619983.stm

Monday, 7 May 2007

I got pink-ed!

love is all around

Saturday. 6 a.m.

A text came in. “Wake up princess.”

(uh? But. But I only managed to sleep at 4 a.m….)

Zzzzzzzzz…

MBA rang twice to make sure I get my arse off bed and ready for our roadtrip in baju kurung. Our friend was getting married that morning in Kuantan and we had to be there by 10 a.m.

Somehow we had time for some kuih and coffee AND made it on time. Was it the Swedish marquee? Hahahaaaa… MBA, why don’t you stop being steeuwpidd..

After the nikah ceremony, we checked in, waited for whywhenitsme, then hit the pool. MBF told me that I was lucky because the weather was gloomy the days before that. The sun was out. Despite the brief rain and despite the pool bar being swarmed by loud Singaporeans with American accent, I thoroughly enjoyed it. Had a good 30 minutes in the sun on the sun lounger then headed to the beach with Shay. I’ve heard about the Teluk Chempedak beach being unsafe and at first only went in ankle deep before joining them. We were being competitive annoying children; it was hilarious. I hauled myself out of the sea when something bit my arm twice. Ick.

Did some catching up with JODB, his lovely wifey and their super adorable all chilled out baby ZA. Met more friends at the only Stabux in Kuantan after that. Only met hollaback boi and WH at the reception, as he was busy with Fashion House earlier on.. hehee.. We got curious thus drove around to find some little kopitiam, only to find the bride, groom, bridesmaid and best man having drinks at the same place. Kuantan isn't that big, eh?

I was in excellent company throughout the trip.

To Ms O and Baby,

Congratulations are in order. For finding and loving each other and the solemn promise to make it work. Beautiful wedding, my wishes for a more beautiful marriage. Truly delighted for the both of you. Muaks!

Friday, 4 May 2007

how to kill an ant


How? You just stomp on it.

I was out for a pre-planned short trip which destination and itinerary does nothing to me. Not being a brat but considering the current turn of events in chocpot land, I was in the mood for somewhere else. Anybody who knows me would know that I’m the sea, sun and sand type of person. Despite that, the change of scenery was warmly welcomed.

Earlier on, I was told not to sound distressed in my postings for concern that a certain someone feels victorious over what recently transpired. *sigh* It’s my damn blog. I write what I want and at that point of time, I wrote what I was feeling. I’m allowed that, surely? At least I’m not in denial. It's about me here, NOT you. I don't see how I'm offending others simply by acknowledging what I feel.

Well, the main feature of this short trip was shopping. Was I excited? On the contrary. I found it a bit humdrum else than the trip to the volcano, Tangkuban Parahu, which journey was fringed with pine trees, tea plantations, cutesy rabbits for sale and cutesy rabbits turned into sate kelinci (oh no.. poor bunny babies..). Our guide told us the local legend of Dayang Sumbi and Sangkuriang, despite it being a tad incestuous (this is an understatement!!), it made me smile. If a man wants you, nothing can keep him away, albeit your ‘imperfections’ and if you don’t feel likewise, it is only right to use your wit and lightly guide him to another direction without making him feel like a multiple train wreck victim. Check out the legend here:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tangkuban_Perahu

It was cold and foggy that morning, and we agreed that it was definitely the wrong day to go bare and only wear shorts! Poor HAL! He suffered a case of freezing balls. Hehee.. I didn’t venture down to the centre of the crater to view the hot springs up close as I couldn’t really stand the smell of sulphur emitting from the crater. I don’t think the angklung man would follow me down to the crater to provide me music, no? Of course we were hounded by the extremely persistent peddlers – the trick is not to ask the price (unless you are interested lah), just say thank you, smile and quietly walk away. I then made my way down to the Ciater Hot Springs and took a private room and did bath things. Simply for the experience.


I am in my hot bath phase anyway. Do I really have to explain myself?

The people are friendly and nice, very accomodating. But then again we were tourists. One thing for sure the roadusers just do whatever the heck it is they want to do anywhere. Missed a junction? Reverse. Wrong road? Do a u-turn immediately. Red light? Whatever. Sounds crazy? It is, but it isn't a chaos because they do freely give way. Very accomodating. Thus everything moves so slowly.


Oh, I also saw the fanciest 5-a-sec. Yes, the drycleaning place. It was a 2-floor shop (yes, not a relatively hole-in-the-wall kinda shop lot) and had pretty flowers painted all over the building with its own parking spaces. Fancy schmancy. It’s insane.



The food was so so except for nasi padang and me overdosing on tempe. I was loving the tempe and the tempe snacks. Maybe I should own a tempe factory for an unlimited lifetime supply of tempe. Hmmm.. Point to consider. Anyway, it was rice all the way throughout the trip except the Kebun Bunga breakfast every morning (thus my overdosing on cheese) and the baso dinner the final night. I swear I put on weight and inches.

We went to a bar on the last night and HK was actively flirting with the bartender. That was quite an amusing scene to watch. I just can’t be arsed to bother. The 5 minute walk back to our hotel was somehow stretched to a 15 minute hilarious event. That was good fun.

Would I go again? It would take a lot of convincing for me to go back there. I probably would if it involves a visit to Borubudur, 8 hours drive from Bandung.

There you go MBA. My posting. You owe me ten hugs :p