Hm.
Question: What do you do when a good-looking, damn sexy, half naked man tells you “I never meant to startle them but I sure mean to startle you” and proceeds to corner you behind a closed door?

Question: What do you do when a good-looking, damn sexy, half naked man tells you “I never meant to startle them but I sure mean to startle you” and proceeds to corner you behind a closed door?

And it’s good too! Suddenly Ozzies (or people whose second home is Ozland) are so IN!
*cough*
On a more serious note…remember Michael Backman who used that infamous “Malaysia Bodoh” on us?
“Malaysia boleh!” is Malaysia’s national catch cry. It translates to “Malaysia can!” and Malaysia certainly can. Few countries are as good at wasting money. It is richly endowed with natural resources and the national obsession seems to be to extract these, sell them off and then collectively spray the proceeds up against the wall.
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That’s not Malaysia “boleh”, that’s Malaysia “bodoh” (stupid).
Well, the utterly honest and very nice chap is back again with Malaysia bites back and industriously trades the insults - not with a vengence but with the hope that his article(s) will one day influence M’sians to speak up and do something about this shitty mess we call “government”.
Of course, the uber uber thick skin Rafidah has to go and start on about how he knows squat nothing about what he is saying because he ain’t M’sian.
KUALA LUMPUR: An article in an Australian newspaper The Age ridiculing Malaysia and calling Malaysia “bodoh” (stupid) has left International Trade and Industry Minister Datuk Seri Rafidah Aziz unperturbed.
“What do we care? Obviously, this person doesn’t know Malaysia. He is an outsider and he can say what he likes. I don’t really care about what others say – as long as it is not a Malaysian saying it,” she said.
Ever since she said that, I have been telling myself that I really do live in a zoo. And worse, that this is the bloody set from Planet of the Apes. (If you can’t read the meaning behind that, I don’t know what to say.)
You see, I live in this country, I’m a Malaysian (or at least it says so on my passport) BUT nothing I say ever reaches anyone important OR at least generates this much attention. So excuse you me but if it bloody has to take a Mat-Salleh whose heritage is similar to our colonial masters for someone to wake up, so be it. He has my blessings - all of it.
Note: By the bleeding way, speaking of obligation, can those of you who bitch so much about this country and this government do what every citizen SHOULD do? YES, it is not a right; it is an obligation, a duty… V.O.T.E please.
Listen and think. If you hear people telling you that they are too lazy, too ignorant and etc to escape voting, it is probably the very same attitude that every Minister and official with power carries. Irony? Here these people are, telling them to do the right and responsible thing. Heh.

Now I know that knitting has become an obsession of mine…well, actually yarn to be exact. BUT…but my latest craze is spinning and the lovely gorgeous fibres that they come in! ZOMIGOD…SPINNING!
But wait, I haven’t exactly spun anything!
*cough*

I’m feeling awfully tired today and it looks like that whole two-hats-a-week isn’t working out as well as I had planned.
Today was just terrible - reading about partnerships, mortgages and cheques is not how I had hoped to spend my day. Somehow I’m stuck on Hat No 4 and I think it’s going to stay that way till tomorrow.
I hope this mood will lift sometime soonish. After all, I would like to send these hats out in time for Christmas.
Heh.
Give Me All Night by Carly Simon

Seriously.
My yarn order from Maryann is in! Super super delicious ten balls of Jaeger Trinity all ready for my next project. Except that I still have the fourth hat from Oz Hatfest to complete. Never mind. Yarn always makes me happy.
Then a friend pops by online and helps me take some orders for the most beautiful natural fibre yarn ever - Euroflax Originals (in either Berry Red/Crabapple Blossom and Emerald/Sage) and Euroflax Paris (Nepture/French Blue/Aqua).
After that, I remembered that there was a knit meet-up this Saturday where I’ll be getting somemore yummilicious yarn from a fellow knitter-blogger. Planning on making some lace scarves and a shrug with it.
But the clincher???
If you dump me now, I’ll die in shame. I’ve been telling people that I’m gonna get married; married to you.
ps: A more thoughtful post on that will be coming up soon. I just want to be a goose right now! XD

(Yes, that’s Morning Sky Swirls on my head covering all the gorgeous curls I got over the weekend!)
Just thought I’d list down the little beauties that I’ll be working on and the sex of the recipient.
The people trialling them? Myself and Dad - the lone male model. Pictures? Soonish. I must say though, Dad looks fantabulous in Navy Cablerine.
Soon…I’ll be done soon!

How many best friends can one person…or in this case, a woman have?
Sex And The City showed us four ladies in their thirties. Ally McBeal showed us one…and then two…and then perhaps three. So is it normal for a woman who is nearing her thirties to have many friends but never quite really a best friend? Yes, I have three more years to go before hitting the big 3-0, and I think my only best friend and I have somehow drifted apart.
What do best friends do apart from hanging out together, gossip, rant, bitch and rave about everything and anything? I have had people call me up, meet me for heart-to-heart talks, tell me their problems, ask for a shoulder to cry on…and I don’t know if that’s really what best friends do for each other. I’ve always thought that friends in general do that. My friends are people whom I talk to, laugh with, gossip with, rant to and ocassionally, protect. Whether they were colleagues or not was beside the point.
But something seems to be missing…

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