]]> http://omgsrslywtf.wordpress.com/2009/11/17/jealousy-rears-its-ugly-head/ Tue, 17 Nov 2009 06:14:43 +0000 alie http://omgsrslywtf.wordpress.com/2009/11/17/jealousy-rears-its-ugly-head/

A lot of things happened. More like there was some drama between Kay and I. Sometimes I wonder if I’m being too sensitive or paranoid, but then I’m a woman. Of course I’m sensitive to sudden changes and I want answers.

Last Saturday, a group of us went photo shooting at an event in Bangsar. Kay was there as usual and before the event started he was all fine and normal, teasing me as usual. And since I kind of know that he doesn’t really hang out with me much when his colleagues and other photographers are around, I hung out with other people. I met my bro-in-law there, and some other old friends and her guy friends. After the event and the next day, Kay acted weird. He didn’t sms me and when he replied, he was kind of cold. He didn’t call at all either. It made me wonder, was he jealous that I was flirting? If he was, why? Someone scolded me saying that Kay was jealous because he likes you. Yet Ash said it could be just jealousy because his plaything is being played by others and he was feeling possessive. As for me, I have no idea. I would like to think that he was jealous because he liked me. Kay told me once that he is like an open book. But to me, I feel he is sometimes fickle. It is as if he is trying to say something but he doesn’t want to tell me. He wants me to read his body language. And I do feel pressured because I don’t want him to think I’m stupid, yet at the same time I can’t read him. He confuses me.

I keep telling myself I shouldn’t subject myself to this shit. But when he calls, I turn to goo. I can’t help it. I think I have fallen too deep.

Anyway, Kay was cold to me. I asked him if he was angry at me, but he said “Nope, you’re thinking too much”. But seriously, his messages were all so unusual. Well, on Monday I messaged him, and he said “I’m not in office. I’m in East Malaysia now, remember?” Frankly, I didn’t remember when was he going there for work. Haha. Maybe he also assumed that and hence a subtle sarcastic remark. I messaged “When are you coming back? I miss you already”. After that message, Kay was partially back to normal. So correct me if I’m over-reading this.

Kay did call me last night, but he was kind of moody. I guess it’s his work and his boss that is dragging his mood down. I shall not be emo and think that he is being cold to me, since he did call me although he didn’t have to. I am not his girl anyway. Heck, I don’t even know where I stand. I do want to know. But I cannot force him to do or say something he isn’t ready to divulge.

Oh. And I fell down. Again. I sprained my right ankle just when my left ankle is recovering from a bad sprain. Sigh. I’m just too clumsy for my own good. Very soon Kay will think I’m a bimbo. Damn you Kay.

Little-known fact: I was once a proud debutante. In my senior year of high school, I was involved in the honors cotillion, which culminated in the fabulous “Grand Ball”, where we wore white dresses and were presented by our fathers to the mayor. Through Cotillion, we learned grace and etiquette.

Despite this esteemed training, however, I have somehow managed to shed my hard-earned grace over the years.

This week, I managed to completely obliterate any shreds of grace I had left. It was a weekend and I was running late for breakfast with a friend. I quickly finished in the shower, got out, and headed to the bedroom to get dressed. It was not meant to be, however. I ducked to avoid the clothes hanging from the door jamb and leaned to one side to step over the dog gate, and that was when I smashed my face into the doorjamb and broke my glasses.

Yep, I hit my face so hard that my glasses snapped against my face and flew a good five feet into the room, landing askew on the bed. And of course, I was five minutes away from being picked up for breakfast, and also? Blind as a bat.

It was kind of a crazy morning.

Super glue, in case you were wondering, is not useful for trying to glue together glasses when you are short on time.

We brought out the (black) electrical tape. It looked sharp against my (red) frames. Check it out:

Not only is my electric-tape-glasses look STYLIN’, but you can also see the nice lump on the side of my forehead. Rock ON. Being a klutz is so much fun!

Time to go flush!

I’ve always found it pretty funny when people freak out about it being Friday the 13th. Not only am I not a superstitious kind of girl, but, to me, this date combines two things that have been pretty good to me in life: Fridays and the number 13, which, thanks to the lettering of my last name, was always my number on the alphabetical attendance lists in elementary school.

I can understand it more if people went all heebie-jeebie over, say, Monday the 3rd.  Because Mondays suck, and the number three is kind of lame, especially according to the popular song of my childhood that went something like “Zero the hero, first the worst, second the best, third’s the turd” – or maybe that ending was just my very own version.

And anyways, if there’s such a thing as bad luck days, then I’m fairly certain that mine was yesterday.

The morning started out with no warm water in the shower.

That’s bad news. That makes me cranky.

I basically had to pop out of the shower about 4-5 times to flush the toilet so that I could actually wash myself, so I would soap up, then jump out all slippery and hit the flush on the toilet, rush back in to wash off the soap, then shampoo my hair away from the water and have to flush the toilet once more to get the shampoo out, repeat process for conditioner, repeat process for face. By the time my shower was over, the entire bathroom was soaked in soap, water and bubbles. I’ve pretty much decided that when LO comes by this weekend, he’s going to have to sit on the john as I shower and flush at my request to make this whole process easier on me. What a power couple we are! So classy.

Anyways, once my awesome shower was over, I realized that the jeans I planned to wear that day were taken out of the laundry pile and not washed, and since none of the others fit anymore, that left me wondering how I was going to make it to work without any pants. And then my freaking avocado was all black on the inside.

I thought I was having a really crappy morning.

And then I fell down the stairs.

Yes, somehow my feet got overly ambitious while running down the steps, and I flew over like three at a time and lost my grounding, ending up on my back and going bump bump bump all the way down to the bottom.

Had the coach for the Canadian women’s gymnastics team seen me, he would no doubt have been impressed with my grace and agility and threshold for pain and totally asked me to join. But, unfortunately, he wasn’t around. So I just ended up being sore the rest of the day – good times.

And that is how I knew that today wouldn’t be so bad.

But not because of the needles. Apart from some lovely colourful spots on my belly, they’re fine…

I sprained my ankle again! This is the third sprain/strain/ligament thingy I’ve done in 5 months! I did this ankle back in July, pretty much the same way. I decided with the hot weather to wear my nice new heeled sandals… but because it was so hot, they were a little slippery, and I just slipped right off the edge.

It will be fine, eventually.

I’ve heard two IVF success stories this week! Great news for these girls

I hope to resume more interesting posting soon!

They don’t break your bones , and apparently dressers don’t either - but they do bend them , fracture them , and give you pretty deep cuts if you manage to have a nasty clash with one of the sharp corners . This is why nylon tights and slipperly , laquered dressers do not go well together ( don’t ask why I was on the dresser in only tights , please ) .

Feel good ?

Injury count :

3 broken/fractured ribs
1 bent collarbone
1 three stitch dresser-wound on said collarbone
1 broken thing with a funny name that has caused an ugly permanent lump above my boob ( sort of matches the one on my forehead (: ! )

Since I’ve met Jack my injury rate has seemed to decline signifigantly . Even my hand/wrist isn’t doing too horribly these days if I don’t strain it . Seems like it’s starting to go up again though , is this some sort of sign ?

He was really sad this morning , about her . Of course . She’s the only thing that ever gets him down like that . I despise it more than anything else in the world , I despise her more than anything else in the world . Not only does she hurt him – she insists on trying to play the victim each time to weasel her way back into his life to reak more of her havoc . It’s unfair . She has him completely wrapped around her finger and she doesn’t deserve it .

I told him , despite my temper , that if he really wants to forget her he’s going to have to forgive her first . How can you possibly seperate yourself from someone if you cannot seperate from yourself your feelings of resentment towards them ? You can’t . Forgive and forget .

I came across something today . . .
” Love has no past tense ,
Either you do , or you never did . “

I don’t know what would be worse – you still loving her , or deciding you no longer love me . Either would turn my life into a living nightmare ; my own unique sort of hell . I’m terrified that she is going to convince you to fall in love with her , convince you that you need her in your life , convince you that you don’t need me . I need you to need me . I need you . I love you .

Really , you don’t even know the half of it . . .

So, About half past ten today I wanted to go to the library. As it happened I had forgotten to bring a pen yesterday and I had missed it a lot, so I opened the bag to add a pen to all the books, computer things and snacks in there. *No grammar book, no computer cable! shit shit shit shit.

To the library I went, trying to find out where the cable and book was. The book I found on top of a cupboard but the cable was (still is) nowhere to be seen. I asked in the cafeteria, the doorman, the information, the second information, no cable. The nicest doorman in the world did although give me a replacement when I went to him to ask the third time that hour. He had gotten a mac cable in like june and it didn’t seem like anyone wanted it back so I got that one. It doesn’t look that nice as mine but it’s working and that’s the most important thing. I thanked the man a hundred times and took the elivator up to the section for eastern countries. I read a book about russian reflexive verbs and got to a part of the book that I wanted to copy. But hey! couldn’t do that, ’cause my wallet was lost. It was, just as other stuff today, nowhere to be seen. Now I had to go back to the doorman, no wallet, to one information, no wallet, second information, no wallet, cafeteria, no wallet, third information – jackpot! Now I have my wallet (with everything in it), my book and an old dirty cable so I’m fine, but I’m a bit irritated over the fact that someone probably stole my cable. Don’t steel things folks! but if you do, do it with a helicopter! otherwise it’s just tacky.

I’m a green sim. My name is Tina. I am in high school, my schedule is from 8 am to 2 pm. And I already met all the friends at my school.

Favorites

Music: rock
Food: pizza
Colour: green

Skills
Handiness – 4
Fishing – 0
Writing – 5
Charisma – 8
Gardening -0
Logic – 6
Cooking -1
Guitar – 1
Athletic – 4
Painting – 2
Collecting – 2
Photography – 5
Martial Arts – 0
Nectar making – 0

Traits
Commitment Issues
Great Kisser
Loner
Neurotic
Clumsy

Lifetime wish

Golden Tongue, Golden Fingers

A few days ago, Pineapple came home from daycare school with a busted lip. Apparently she was playing on the plastic alligator seesaw and took a header into the tail.

The next morning, she woke up with a weensy shiner under her right eye - I suspect her farm magnet toy on the refrigerator for that little doozy - and she also had little cuts on her fingers that she received when playing in her bobby drawer (her drawer in the kitchen filled with Tupperware and plastic cups) and inevitably shutting in her little fingers.

Needless to say she was a wreck.

So when I arrived at daycare school that afternoon, I wasn’t exactly keeling over with shock when I was informed that she was now wearing a sparkly green bandaid on her forehead because she got a tiny cut while diving for the sign-out clip board.

The caregiver was so nice – listening while I explained that DH is just SO uncoordinated and has absolutely zero rhythm – I mean, that guy INVENTED the white guy dance. He owns that thing – we get royalties (I so wish) – and that given out much Pineapple looks like him, surely he is to blame. She reassured me that this is a stage fraught with bumps, bruises and little owies as Pineapple struggles to master the difficult skill called walking. I lamented the fact that unfortunately, she didn’t inherit my natural grace and coordination. *sigh* 

With that, I made my way over to the stairs leading down to the big play room where Pineapple was located….

and FELL. DOWN. THE. STAIRS.

I slipped on the second step and SLID at mach 3 down the remaining eleven. On my ass. Using my left elbow as a prop. Bonking my hip, back and head the whole way down. Only to land in a heap on the second to last step in front of all the tiny faces of Pineapple’s friends as they grasped the bars of the long baby gate and stared at me with Japanese-anime-sized-dinner-plate eyes.

To my credit, I didn’t cuss once. (GO ME!)

I merely sat up. Gathered myself and checked for any broken bones. I looked at my swiftly-turning-blue elbow and massaged my tender right hip/buttock area and made a valiant attempt not to moan out loud…even though I was doing quite a bit of internal groaning.

Assuring all the wee ones (and the caregivers who were looking on and, I’m certain, contemplating if I had a case) that I was just fine and only suffering from a few dings and a well-dented ego, I hobbled over to Pineapple, painfully scooped her up and made my way to the door.

For the last several days, I’ve been in pain. My left ankle is slightly twisted, my back is SO SORE it hurts to sit, my right hip bone feels like I dislocated it, my head hurts, and my left elbow is gradually turning green. And 2 thoughts continuously swirl around in my brain each time I step wrong or stretch or rest my elbow on something: 1) Thank the LORD I am not yet so old that a fall down the stairs at daycare school is completely debilitating, and 2) Karma is a clumsy bee-yotch because if I hadn’t been saying all that stuff about DH and poor Pineapple lacking my inherent grace, this probably wouldn’t have happened.

Thank you for your impromptu lessen in humility, Karma. Now, back off. Kisses! XOXO

Oh – and if anyone has any recommendations for muscle ointments (or ego ointments *sigh*) I’m open to suggestions!

singa mogok

maka abanglong kerja dari rumah

work from home kata mat dan minah saleh

ok jugak

kopi o ais gelas besar

kropok ggannu

besssh

banyak incoming calls

and calling calling sana sini

namun

around noon – siti samsung kong bateri

all the chargers siti samsung ada kat opish la pulak.

maka sepi lah petang itu

dan abanglong tidak dapat mengkontek kontek client dan juga supplier

banyak gak kerja terganggu

business tertangguh.

handphone abis bateri… nak wat camana

yang mana boleh email, i email

technology beb!

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magrib

tengok tepi side table…

laa !

kan rumah aku ada telefon !!!!!!!

Dos posibilidades:

1. O últimamente la gente se está “relacionando” demasiado,
2. ó soy yo que me vuelvo aburrido.

Bueno, en cualquier caso ante tal estupidez y locura en mis clases matutinas sólo puedo oír canciones estúpidas, tontas, sin sentido, y con un extravagante estilo. Aquí os dejo algunas canciones “tontas”, y son famosas claro:

Por supuesto estaré encantado de poner algunas propuestas vuestras, aunque pido dos condiciones: que no sea española (está muy vista) y que sea famosa, sobretodo eso.

I like the rain.

Yes, it’s a hassle and makes everyone on the road drive slower than normal, makes my hair turn to crap, makes me more tired than usual, and generally makes everyone around me more grumpy.  Despite these things, I like the rain.

I like the way the rain pounds on my roof; how soothing the sound is and how it makes it easier to fall asleep.  I like the gigantic puddles on the side of the road that douse my car when I speed through them, even if this is slightly dangerous.  I even like the sound of my windshield wipers, the swish-swish and squeal of the rubber against my window.  I like rain boots and jumping in puddles, though I’m cold and shivering two seconds later.  I like the way rain looks against my windows, little droplets I can make faces and shapes out of.  I like the way it makes snuggling into bed even better than normal, covers pulled tightly over my head so I can just listen (and the way this is about ten times better with a warm body next to yours, available to cuddle up with).  I like thunder and lightning, especially the way a great boom of thunder can still make me jump about eight feet into the air like a skittish cat, or counting down and trying to calculate how close the storm actually is.  I like how angry good storms make the sky look and how it sometimes mirrors the mood I happen to be in.  I like the way lightning lights up the whole sky so brightly that it nearly burns your eyes, and sort of scares you all at once.  I even like power outages (for a few hours anyway), especially if they involve card games played by candlelight.  I like the way it feels against my bare cheeks (the way it clings to my lashes), upon the rare chance I get to run in it and immediately shower right after.  I like the word rain, the way it sounds, the way it’s spelt, and the way it looks.  I like writing about rain in my short, fictional stories; how rain immediately makes everything more dramatic and serious.  Rain evokes emotions and memories, whether we want it to or not.  Most days, I like this.

I don’t, however, like umbrellas.  They’re large and obtrusive and make my clumsiness more obvious than normal.  The amount of times I’ve accidentally hit people with umbrellas, or have had my umbrella flip upside down due to a wild gust of wind is just too many to count.  I also seem to have issues putting on my rain boots, for I tend to fall when slipping my feet into them (this is a balance issue.  The issue is: I actually have no balance).  Rain tends to make me even clumsier and it tends to take whatever luck I have and lower it to about zero.  I’m the girl that’s nearly been struck by lightning three times, the kind of girl who falls on her butt after slipping on one stray, wet leaf; the kind of girl who really shouldn’t enjoy the rain but does.

(The kind of girl who loves the rain, but really hopes it doesn’t cause the first world series game of 2009 (go Yanks!) to be postponed.)

But I have an excuse. Sort of.  I’ve been sans (fully functioning) iPod for almost 5 weeks now and therefore my radio listening has dramatically increased, iPod listening has dramatically decreased and I forget about the new songs I love because I don’t have a playlist to put them on and refer back to.  But for the August list? Yeah, there’s really no excuse other than simply slacking on my part.

Anyway, I’m sure you want to know what happened to make the fully functioning iPod a partially functioning iPod, no?

I’ll let you in on a little secret: I love to walk. Pretty much anytime, anywhere. Rain, shine, sweltering heat or extra chilly. I’d just rather walk than drive.

So a few weeks ago, I was walking, and there was a light drizzle. The light drizzle pretty much turned into a full on monsoon and my purse got a little wet. And by a little wet…I mean flooded with water dripping out of the bottom. Amazingly, everything (including my cellphone) survived the swim, with zee exception of zee iPod.  I couldn’t get it to turn on at all, the screen was black, and my heart was broken.

I was told that if I filled a tupperware container with rice and covered the iPod in it for 4 or so days, the rice would soak the moisture out of the iPod and it would work again. At least that’s true for cell phones. Perhaps it would work with iPods too? After 4 days, still nothing. So I let it sit for a few more days and lo and behold! About a week later I got it to turn on! It works marvelously when it’s plugged in but won’t hold a charge for more than 30 minutes.  Also, the screen is fuzzy so I can’t really pick and choose my tunes…I just gotta go with shuffle. But I’ll take it! A partially functioning iPod is WAY better than no iPod at all!

Anyway, now to the abbreviated update on what I’ve been listening to during August, September & October:

1. Even if it Breaks Your Heart – Will Hoge
2. Angle From Montgomery – Bonnie Raitt
3. You Can Bring Me Flowers – Ray LaMontagne
4. Burning Photographs – Ryan Adams
5. Toes– Zac Brown Band
6. Better Than – John Butler Trio
7. Have a Little Faith in Me – John Hiatt
8. She Doesn’t Get It – The Format
9. Happy – Rolling Stones
10. Always the Last to Know – Del Amitri
11. Good – Better Than Ezra
12. Angel of Harlem – U2
13. You Never Know – Wilco
14. Precious Love – James Morrison
15. Highs and Lows – Mindy Smith
16. Save You – Matthew Perryman Jones
17. Born to Run – Bruce Springsteen
18. 40 Dogs – Bob Schneider
19. Maybe – Ingrid Michaelson
20. Falling for You – Colbie Caillat
21. Could You Be Loved – Bob Marley
22. Need You Now – Lady Antebellum