Thursday, May 26, 2005
DRIVING MISS DUD

the hubster has been bugging me to get my driving licence for the longest time. and i'm still iffy about it.

passing that basic theory when i was 17 was a breeze. now 11 years later, i'm still queasy about taking it to the road. my sense of direction is so koyak it's not funny. strap me behind the wheel ~ and watch me turn kamikaze.

remember your primary school trip to the road safety park? i was the only cyclist going against the entire world on a one-way street. needless to say, i didn't leave the park with that sought after self-validating certificate. hopeless then; hopeless now.

i will never fail to shudder every time our baby Em passes by a bus or worse, a lori balak. i am perpetually dogged by this paranoia that these huge metallic monsters will flatten me in a matter of seconds. it's the same kind of fear that will grip me whenever i enter a lift. it's a known fact to my family that i will never enter a lift without someone going in and pressing the 'door open' button in advance. blame that on a little incident that happened when i was three. let's just say that i was once sandwiched in between lift doors. bad, BAD experience. but what excuse do i have for my phobia of the roads? even i can't answer that.

and what's worse, driving is not a phobia that i can face up to ala fear factor without affecting other people. one mistake from spatially-challenged me and POOF! someone's gonna get hurt.

so dear hubby, can i be excused from getting my licence for like, forever? besides, you're already a fineeeeee drebar. i'm no competition. :p

please come back soon from thailand ok. i want to go see our "under-progress" lovenest togeder-geder. shopping for lights this weekend will be a hoot!

:: rouge @ 10:01 pm :: ::


Wednesday, May 18, 2005
ADAKAH SAYA MENYUSAHKAN NENEK ANDA?

oooh where do i start?

once again, the blog terrorist(s) have struck. maligning unsuspecting people in their paths. focusing on hate, hate and more unnecessary hate.

tak paham. i'll never paham.

but it's ok lor. i'll stick to my "f*ck it, pi mampos lah musibot" philosophy. works for me. nak cakap apa, cakaplah. as long as i'm happy and "feel good about myself" (hurhur), whether alone or flanked by fellow kamchenghoes. orang nak kritik, irihati, umpat, muntah darah - suka hatilahhhhh...

hmm, rasa-rasa macam dah lama tak update gitu. hmm, memang betol pon. been busy at work that's why. what's new aye. been having 7-day weeks. ni keje ke, jadi kuli batak? but i really shouldn't complain. my work rocks even though the workload is UNFRIGGIN'BELIEVABLE. every day i process research papers until i see stars. torn scrotums and swollen rectums are a daily treat. making out illegible doctors' scrawls has become a *really* specialised skill. recently, i discovered that event management falls under my size-24 belt too. hence the 7-day weeks. bring it on, i say. what doesn't kill me only makes me stronger.

looking forward to a 77clan outing soon. a bunch of ordinary, run-of-the-mill twenty-eight year olds are meeting up for some harmless fun.

*looks left and right for hidden sniper*

:: rouge @ 10:22 pm :: ::


Sunday, May 08, 2005
LOVENEST OVERHAUL

i've been taking precious leave from work lately to settle my reno stuff. and i'm expecting more hectic shuttling from the workplace to the lovenest from now on; all in the name of nitpicking and scrutiny. dear apek(s), you must do work on time, and do it well, hokay.

i'm sure those who have been there, done that, would agree with me that renovation takes a hideous toll on your energy and bank balance! i'm just beginning to recover from the aftershock of the wedding... only to be confronted with this next huge step in my matrimonial existence. decisions were made fast and furious (none of those fickleness during my wedding planning), cos of the time factor and also, both the hubster and i know very well that if we sit on a decision for far too long, we're bound to change our minds at least twenty times after that.

we didn't buy that many decor magazines (compared to the gargantuan stack of wedding magazines i have in my room). neither did we produce any cut-outs or scrapbooks for the benefit of our interior designer. this time it's just flip-flip-glance-glance, and try to absorb as many inspirational ideas our befuddled minds would allow us. when it was time to choose the concept/materials/colours, our choices were impromptu but resolute. cantik? amik. kena ke tak kena ni? hantam sajalah. go with the gut baby. kalau dah jadi tak cantik, nanti boleh pikir.

renovation's gonna take 6-8 weeks. kesian jiran sebelah-menyebelah.

:: rouge @ 3:35 pm :: ::


Wednesday, May 04, 2005
MAK SAYA KATA DON'T EVER SERKAP JARANG OK

*clears throat*

i'm here to declare that i'm NOT pregnant. a mere discussion of four-letter baby names is NOT, in any way, indicative of my pregnancy (or any other people's pregnancies for that matter). UNpregnant women are allowed to discuss baby names, no? you mean i'm not allowed to be mentel and daydream about my imaginary kids? so please, enough with the assumptions already. assumptions can be dangerous you know. just look around at the blogwars around you. *shudder*

but supposing i *do* get pregnant one day (insya Allah, make that sooner than later please), i wouldn't just announce it to the whole anonymous blogging world at such at early stage. some things are best kept private. everyone knows how fragile the first trimester is. ok so not everyone knows. but if you don't, well, you should.

anyway, people have been asking me abt my nurofmyeyes blog. i've stopped writing there for various reasons, one of which is to put a stop to all the irritating assumptions people have about me. i may start writing about my ttc efforts again, so if you're interested, you can always email me. if i think you're one of those who are able to "embrace" my frustrations without going all judgemental, then i just might give you the new url - if i should start writing again of course. my email's on the top right-hand corner. feel free to drop me a note. and this is not being elitist tau. ni namanya not tolerating any more crap from the "anons" of cyberworld. takde masa.

:: rouge @ 1:45 pm :: ::