Booby Rants!

I don't know how or when it happened, but i've become extremely antisocial lately. My home, and more specifically my room......although if we're gonna talk about specifics then i'd really have to narrow it down to my red chair which has great ass space......has become my sanctuary. The place where i read my books, meditate, plot world domination, watch tv, have sexual fantasies (yes, you don't ever want to sit in this chair!!!), play with my dog, have evil fantasies of all the people i can't stand (i know it's bad but i love doing this!!!), etc etc.
So i simply can't bare to leave it. And even if i do, i am constantly longing to be right back in it.

My antisocial behaviour first emerged when i started putting on so much weight and i was ashamed to be seen in public. As every chubby worth their double cheese burger would know, you somehow imagine that everyone is looking at you and secretly wondering what is the size of your arse, and if it got any bigger would it be considered another natural disaster! This paranoia is of course confirmed when you have morons who actually come up to you and comment that you've put on weight!!!
Words have not yet been invented to described such bastards so i will just call them rude, insensitive, uncultured fucking asswipes!
Doesn't quite do it justice, i know......

But by the time i got comfortable with the weight and more specifically couldn't give a rat's arse about how i looked, my arse and the chair had somehow fused together to form this one cohesive blob of friendship! In fact it's practically my soulmate! I became blissfully comfortable in this sanctuary of mine and refused to leave it. I would often make lame-ass excuses all the time so that i wouldn't have to meet with friends - i was sick, going out of the country, busy travelling, had another function etc etc (i don't wanna give away all the excuses since i still wanna use some of them....hee hee)

If you've been on the receiving end of these excuses...well....i realize i should apologize, but frankly i just can't be arsed to do even that!!

See! Total antisocial tendencies!

My close friends keep nagging me cos i don't bother going out anymore, but i'm happy, and shouldn't that be the point?? My favouritte thing to do on a friday night is to curl up in my chair and read a good book. Then on weekends there's the EPL and La Liga to look forward to. But somehow even though i am happy living in my shell, i somehow have this nagging feeling that this kinda behaviour is not really right. But i can't figure out why i feel that way! Our social programming i guess

But i suppose if i wanna get laid i actually have to leave my chair (unless i'm thinking of resorting to online matchmaking which i'm not desperate enough to do.....just yet) and go out into the big bad world.
One must always prioritize!

So from next year onwards, i guess i'll make more of an effort to be 'in the country' :)

Word of the day, need we even say it, is ARSE (a great word, i might add!)

Apparently there was an article in the Malaysian Star which railed against the "shame" of Indonesian fans jeering Malaysia's national anthem during the group game -- a feature of this year's Games. "Winning is important but it isn't everything," it said. "Certainly there must be honour and respect. Open hatred towards your guests is totally unacceptable and a total disgrace."


Hello.....selective amnesia is it??!!! What about the Malaysia-Singapore match when the Malaysian fans booed during the Singapore national anthem?!!! Never had i been more ashamed to be a Malaysian! So uncouth and uneducated! 

Hello my pretty elves!!!

I can't believe i have not blogged in soo sooo long!!!!.......hope i can be more regular from now on *cough*

So the thesis has finally been submitted *yay me!!!!!* and at the moment i'm just busy (or supposed to be....) preparing for conferences and writing manuscripts for submissions, which is quite the drag cos i'm really tired of using my brains

And speaking of drag.....conferences are just that! Plain-ass booooring! I mean i know the purpose is supposed to be updating oneself on what is going on in your field of interest, but what kills me is the fact that people who go for these things...or rather the majority of them...are incapable of talking bout anything else!!! I mean i would love to know about you and your country as well, not just the number of papers you've published!

I swear i'm 2 seconds away from slipping into a coma......thinking of sex usually helps revive me, thank god! And at least there are the food-breaks to look forward to, which is plentiful....me likey!

Oh and if there is one thing i hate the most about conferences, it's the fact that people are there to do networking

NETWORKING

That's just a bad word in my dictionary. My lecturers are constantly pushing me to do this but i hate the fact that i'm supposed to make friends with someone for the sake of what benefit this person could be of to me. Just seems very, for want of a better word, 'parasitic' i guess. So i tend to avoid going for the dinners they have at night and prefer instead to laze in my comfy hotel room in my undies vegging out on junk food and star movies....hee hee....it's true....the real reason i go for these conferences is cos i get to stay in fancy hotels for free!!! Muahahahahaha. And next week i get to stay at Sheraton Imperial. Yay! The downside is that i can't use the pool cos most of the delegates will be staying in the same place and i don't want them to know i am rearing a whale under my clothes :(
But perhaps i can sneak off into the jacuzzi......hmmmm........

Anyways i will hopefully be visiting soon.

Missed you guys!!!

Is it weird that i find myself checking out the obituaries everyday???

And mind you it's not because i'm looking for friends or acquaintances or relatives (although i keep my fingers crossed i'll spot a few bastard ones), but becos i find it fascinating!!!

Yes......FASCINATING.........

Hey guys sorry i've been away for soo long and my sincerest apologies for not responding to comments. I am currently in the last stage(s) of writing-up the first draft of my thesis (yay!!) so i will be back as soon as that is done

Miss you guys!

*Big booby hug*

So it's been nearly 3 months since my dog died and now my mum wants to get another dog. Now i'm all for it cos i think it would be good for my mum since Rocksy was practically her shadow. What i'm a bit skeptical about is the fact that she wants to take a dog that looks exactly like her. And when i say exactly, i mean EXACTLY!!!

She's still a puppy but that makes it all the weirder cos it's like Benjamin freakin Button! Like seriously. And quite frankly i don't know how good an idea that would be. I told my mum it would be like watching an Elvis impersonator. You might enjoy it the first time, but chances are you're not gonna pay to watch him again. And that's what i'm afraid of in this case. That my mum is gonna expect this dog to behave exactly like Rocksy, who really was the most amazing dog alive!!
You can read more about her antics here and see pictures of our tattoos to her.

We had already agreed to call her Ally...courtesy of Master Dazzie...but now she tells me she wants to call her Rocksy as well!!!! I told her i don't know if it's just her becoming senile or what, but it's just a bloody stupid idea. STOOOPID! But she's still sticking to it.
God help me la!

You know we're still finding it hard to believe she's gone cos she was soo much a part of our family. And those  first few weeks were absolute torture cos we were so shocked. I mean she was so healthy that we never expected it. She just suddenly developed fits and started seizing 5-6 times a day. The worst part is watching your dog have a seizure cos it is absolutely heartbreaking.....she got all distorted and seemed in so much pain i thought she would die just from the pain. I still can't get the image out of my mind.

The worst part though is telling those insensitive bastards about her death cos the first thing they'll ask is how old she was. And when we say 11 they immediately respond "Oh...ok la...old already what"

STUPID BASTARDS!!

I can't wait to say the exact thing to you when your mother dies!

Anyway we cremated her and now we have her in an urn in our house so that we'll have her with us forever. And *fingers crossed* that this new dog will at least help us move on a little.....