Funny Side Up! Wayyy up!

I remember when my friend used to call me a joker among our clan of friends. Those who surround me these days will be wide-eyed with disbelief when they hear and see this. But I think I have that gift once (or maybe I still have, I just don't realize it? i dunno...), making funny remarks most of the time, have them laugh out loud till they cried. What a memory.

Watching LAST COMIC STANDING making me wish I am one of them, proving I am actually funnier the rest of the world. What a way to living life huh? Make people laugh ALL the time. A remark made by one of the contestant gave a good wake up call, “it’s either suicide or comedy man”. And he was an accountant, the parents made him have a secure job, don't we all have that kind of parents? (I used to want to be an accountant so much once), and I thought I am the only stuck with my job.

I wanted so much to blame someone or something for me behaving this boringly, the appallingly stressful work life perhaps? I am instantly depressed the seconds I step into that building. The only thing that gets me going is the fact that I still need to dress up to go there. Being fashionable and having good sense of humour, what a great combination of the essence for a rocking personality to have at this moment huh? Yes indeed.

Or perhaps… with the unforgettable words of John Lennon's sang beautifully by David Archuleta today in the American Idol, maybe I can just stand up and preach this…

“You may say that I'm a dreamer

But I'm not the only one

I hope someday you'll join us

And the world will live as one”

When all fails...

…there's always music to heal my soul. And while I didn't take leave this year for Grammy, the repeat telecast was just as sweet. From the first serenade by amazing duet of the late Frank Sinatra and Alicia Keys, to the next performance and awarded winners, the show definitely worth glued on the sofa for three hours (as if that was the first time I am a couch potato...) Anyway, all the performance was awesome, with 50th celebrated to the the max! A mixture of legends and new breakthrough artists made Grammy this year the most amazing event to remember. (Now I sounds like Grammy host or something...)

My favorites won, from the ever so controversial big winner, AMY WINEHOUSE to my hero Foo Fighters, Alicia Keys and my man, Michael Bublé, the Grammy certainly made my day... my awful stressful day at work. I am glad I am still sticking to what I liked best. MUSIC!

With five Grammy under Amy's belt, Rehab made me sounds like I might be a perfect candidate… for this:

"They’re tryin to make me go to rehab
I said no, no, no
Yes I been black,
but when I come back
You wont know, know, know"

And I am off… to never never land, dreamin of my making my next acceptance speech. SWEET!

H.E.L.P

People said “kawan ketawa senang dicari, kawan menangis seorang diri”, or something like that. And judging by my colleague’s/friend’s looks when I try to whine and whimper, I know they are tired of it. Peribahasa was derived from experience and when old generation brings that about to say about something or someone, it really is true. Sad as it sounds (especially to people like me) it is about time to hold any grievance to myself. All of sudden me being in peace about these things now is backed up by all the magazines this month which astonishingly ALL talked about stress management and be happy with ourselves. Even weirder when one of article that mention about ways to handling it and how people wrongly beat it before became an eye opener for me (I actually read all the articles this time). The article mentioned that talk about our bad/stressed-out day to colleagues or friends and by crying our lungs out behind close doors are actually a no-no. It won’t help diminish our anxiety; instead it only prolongs the grief further. Guess I have been doing it all wrong; no wonder I have lesser friends these days (well, plus me less hanging out with them lately) and more stressed out than ever. Anyway, suppose I have to be careful not to whine and rattle on about my dreadful days to others from now on, better start to learn to keep things to myself and diverted myself with something else I am at my happiest (yet to find what it is).

Until then, I do still need help by the way: (heard this recently on radio… just happened to be so appropriate…) Talking about irony.

HELP by The Beatles
Help, I need somebody Help, not just anybody, Help, you know I need someone, help. When I was younger, so much younger than today, I never needed anybody's help in any way. But now these days are gone, I'm not so self assured, Now I find I've changed my mind and opened up the doors. Help me if you can, I'm feeling down And I do appreciate you being round. Help me, get my feet back on the ground, Won't you please, please help me? And now my life has changed in oh so many ways, My independence seems to vanish in the haze. But every now and then I feel so insecure, I know that I just need you like I've never done before.	Help me if you can, I'm feeling down And I do appreciate you being round. Help me, get my feet back on the ground, Won't you please, please help me. When I was younger, so much younger than today, I never needed anybody's help in any way. But now these days are gone, I'm not so self assured, Now I find I've changed my mind and opened up the doors. Help me if you can, I'm feeling down And I do appreciate you being round. Help me, get my feet back on the ground, Won't you please, please help me, help me, help me, oh.

Double dose of S-P-A

Went to Kelana Jaya and took mom to a SPA beauty house for a good one hour aromatic body massage that she really deserves last week. Siti have the same treatment and I decided to have the facial treatment at a promotional discounted price. And by 5pm we were rejuvenated, refreshed and are totally satisfied with the whole experience. I will get that massage later. Soon I hope, soon...


Back at the house next day, a letter with "Urusan seri Paduka Baginda" on the envelope was in the mailbox addressed to Siti. One good scream later (we are one loud family) Siti rushed to see what was it, and as what we have guessed, it is from the S.P.A. yes, the government sector. And guess what? She got the government job offer... mom was smiling from ear to ear, she just gulped and in her mind, saying (yeah, I am the mind reader), “I have to take the offer now or mom will be so devastated”. And she did... she’s just waiting for the second letter now (for the exact date to report for duty). Hmm, that sounds like she’s being sent to Afghanistan for war or something.


All I can say to that is, welcome to that part of the jungle out there sis... ONE particularly called the government sector...

yikes! (Whatever that represents...)

The death of the young Hollywood star

It's like an epidermic... one after another young Hollywood star is dead, only last week I heard about Brad Renfro's gone, which is tragically unfortunate. Then it's Heath Ledger... Lots of talk about him being depressed since the dramatic portrayal of the JOKER for the latest Batman Franchise, "The Dark Knight"... but, my theory is I think he has been depressed since Brokeback Mountain, and that's based on my personal thoughts which I rather not said loud and offended anybody (if it will).


Anyhou.... it is definitely tragic... two hotties down and hopefully the rest will stay sober and love life more.

REST IN PEACE...

For more juicy Hollywood Celebrity Gossip, here ~~> Perez

Muharram 1429H and counting

Ok, so I was envisioning about 2008 and what will the future brings, then I realized 1 Muharram worth more of contemplating. And to get things started, we got the news Atik is confirmed to further studies in Australia. She’s fulfilling my long lost dream, and I am so proud of her. Among all the fuss and excitements for the preparation, then only it hits me! She’s about to leave us for 1 or perhaps 4 years… I am going to lose the loyal company slash motivator slash confidant slash prodigy slash dentist on call slash etc you can call a best friend with! Well, at least for the next 24/7 times God knows how many days… but still…

Huwaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

Siti and I are preparing for the worst now. The house will become less noisy because of fewer people to argue with and any equal activity that sisters do… I hope Siti and I will get along well everyday, since no third person to turn to when we happened to be upset about some thing… hehehe… God help us!

Wow. I just don’t know how to react to that. I just hope this good news is the beginning of for more good fortune from 1st Muharram 1429H and beyond for her, for our family and yes, for all Muslims around the Globe.

Insya Allah!

So here we go again...

Enter yet another year eh?

What has it brings so far? Now that we are going into the 2nd week of January 2008?

Well... of course with style and more of Ms Jones to come and conquer....

Ms Jones kickstarts the year with:

· Attended a very funny pantomime called Aladdin:


… staged in KLPac... which happened to be our favorite spot to chill lately... pretty cool way to unwind after those busy, very busy days at work. Thanks a zillion again to YTL...

What else? The truth is... not all style after all... I am stuck taking care of all the mayhem in the office... plus same old same old... very... typical old familiar routines....

*sigh* --> p/s: what a way to start the year...

O yeah, check out the new video on the right pane... a current fixation to my ear these days

2008… still all good… and I see a bright future ahead of me… heh!

Fun vs Commitment

I do not know where to begin.

Seriously.

Let me just say it though. Till when do we know we are finally ready to commit? When having fun is all that we keep and trying to do to stimulate our tedious life. After all, fun does ensuing happiness, right? Can't fun eventually turned into something significant? Will it be fair to women when men are having so much fun, they can break out of the game anytime and anyhow they want? Do women give in simply because we are too hopeful and just need to depends on someone sometimes?

hmmm...

I don't have the answers. Do you?

A fantasy... :-)

Michael Buble Lyrics
Me And Mrs Jones Lyrics

The fattening situation

I don’t know what to do. Felt like screaming my lungs out, but my heart insisted I kept them all inside my head. This feeling tortured me in sabotaging my body every minute starting by a more regular visit to the kitchen, not to cook for the family, more like indulging my stomach even when it didn’t sing for a refill. After more junk food after another, slouching into the very comfortable couch of mine and a remote control in my hand, I, myself have made the whole situation looks and sounds even more sinful. Where is me who have been so self-conscious and will do something about it?

Definitely a turn-off. I am so disgusting.