Time after time.

The thing about time is that; it's ever changing, always in a hurry to move forward, sometimes, leaving us mith a messy past that can't be undone. With that being said, we always say we must live for today... but think about it... even today, "time" has changed.. I'm talking about how it was before and how everything is right now.

When I was younger, I worry about having my picture taken while holding a cigarette... and that picture being distributed spreading the rumour that I'm "wild".

Nowadays, kids have to worry about having their nude photos posted on the net.

Time has definitely changed.

Can't blame technology, after all, it's all about getting better, smaller, faster.. moving on with time, right? Could it be that our creations are becoming our enemy?

But didn't someone say that we can always learn .. even from our enemy?

-feeling-philosophical-L

Things I discovered this past week

- I am not that weird after all, so does this make me normal?

- Drive thrus are not just for fast food anymore. I got a DVD while waiting for my turn at a Mc Donald's drive thru. I drove away with Mc Chicken meal, milkshakes and a copy Little Miss Sunshine. Kinda perfect don'cha think?

- My hands look old and there's nothing I can do about it.

- Even when I try to sleep early, I can't.

- And yet, I still have not finished my collection of "must-reads".

- I haven't cooked for the past 2 months.

- .. lot's more of "I haven't.....".

Time is just swooshing by. And yet I am still here.

-sleepy-L

Tagged!

It's been a while since I played tag.. and even after being tagged, I'm like a sleepy giant .. *huh?*

What can I say, you can thank Blabs for now, weird L is coming out .. thank goodness for the rules .. (cos I just realized how many weird stuff I do on a daily basis)

"People who are tagged should write a blog post of 6 weird things about them as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names. Don’t forget to leave a comment that says ‘you are tagged’ in their comments and tell them to read your blog."

Weirdy-weirds...

1. According to the MRI scan I had a few months ago, I have fat deposits in my brain. Unusual but not dangerous, according to the good doctor. I guess my brain wants to stay warm and have a little bit of "cushion" in case I bang my head. God... I can never get rid of my fat-fatsssss!!

2. I read car plate numbers, not out loud, just in my head.. And not just on obvious ones like KAR 1505.. which reads "karisos", or BAD 8011 .. "bad boyy". I'm talking about any plate numbers that I come across, for example WNQ 8230 will be "wink bzzo" or WLY 412 becomes "wooly eyez". It doesn't matter whether it made sense or not.. I just spell them out.

3. Before I decided to take the plunge, I've had my fair share of boyfriends/dates. And from there, I came up with this L-Dating-Formula. I will not date anyone whose name starts with "A" or has "A" in his intials. When my friends wanted to introduce me to someone, my first question would be, "Does his name starts with an "A"? and my next question would be, "What about his middle name?". Why? All... I mean every single guy that I've dated prior to the BIG discovery of "formula non A" , their names or their middle names started with A.

4. I MUST have my KFC with tomato ketchup. Once, I yelled in one of the KFC outlet in Shah Alam for not having ketchup and got the manager to buy a bottle of ketchup for me. Hey, it's not my fault, they don't keep track of the ketchup inventory. And yes, there are people out there who eats KFC with ketchup whom are above 5 years old!

5. Once in a blue moon, I'll have this menacing stray eye lash that pokes my eye ball. It just won't curl out - straight like a needle, and it feels like I'm having a tattoo done on the inside of my eyes. It's so painful that I actually pulled it out with a tweezer (the hair, not the eye ball of course... now THATS really weird). So now whenever the stray lash returns, I just pick up a tweezer and .. "aaddoooiiIIIiii... b#b$... aaaaarrggg" .. its done.

6. When I travel, I MUST sleep on the side that is nearest to the TV. It doesn't matter that I sleep to the left of Homer at home, but when we're not in our bed, I sleep nearest to the TV. In a situation whereby the TV is located across the bed, right smack in the middle, I will sit on both sides of the bed, squint my eyes.. to determine which side is closer to the magical box we all call TV. I don't know why.. and it has nothing to do with getting the audio balance or anything.. I just need to be nearer to the TV.

So there, 6 weird things that you never knew about me. I have others but I'd rather die than write those out. Now it's someone else's turn.....(and I've been so busy, so I hope you guys are not tagged yet.)

1. Dade-Ghost
2. Miss Ketchup (I wonder if she eats KFC with Ketchup?)
3. The Young Retro Diva
4. Buaya-man
5. X-man
6. Subby-Hubby : you write on my comment.. okay??

-all-weirded-out-L

Java Jazzzzzzz

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Really, I know almost nothing about jazz, in fact when I was at the Jazz fest, a 5 year old girl put me to shame. She was telling us how bummed out she was that she missed Jeffrey Osborne's show. And all I could think of was, "hmmm.. I wonder if he's related to Ozzy?". I didn't say that out loud of course, or I might just be stoned to death by the throngs of jazz lovers at the Convention Centre.

Okay, so we went to Java Jazz, I'm not a die hard jazz-erina.. but I do love music in general, the experience, the sounds, the way it makes your body sway and groove.. and of course, the musicians (wink*).

But this trip was extra special, it was intended to be a "girls only" weekend, with lots of shopping, bargain hunting, eye candy hunting, a little music... spa-ifying.. You get the drift. We meant to go on Friday night to catch Sergio Mendez, but Mangga Dua drained us out. Went to see the band at HRC instead.. heheh.. signs of becoming a groupie.. I think .. yesss!

Our groupie-ness came into effect when with sheer luck and a little bit of perseverence in trying to find a local designer kebaya top in a very unassuming mall brought us to a corner where some shoes were on sale.. There she was.. all in black, hair big as ever.. (to match her *erm* chest, I guess) walking and laughing!!

Chaka Khan

It's a long story.. and one that I will be telling over and over again to my friends. But since I'm not really coherent right now due to extreme pill popping over the last 5 days, I am unable to re-live that episode of my life.. I'll go straight to the big ending.

We had our picture taken with her while screaming, "Malaysia-lah!".

Our trip, as they'd say it in Jakarta.. "SUKSES dong!".. it even includes bumping into Glenn and what else.. more photo opportunities.. too bad we missed his and Marcel's gig. And oh! Krispy Kreme.. how can I miss that one out?

And now I have to lie down. I just had my wisdom tooth taken out. Please do not assume that if I don't write in the next couple of days, I've grown less wise.. I'm planning to make big bucks with the little critter.. (yes, I took it home). Tooth fairy, come by tonight ya?

-I-can-still-eat-KrispyKreme-cos-it's-so-soft-L