Being Dangled

I just activated my new cell phone =)

Much better than the old one, which was the size of a large candy bar. This one is a cute flip phone, nothing too fancy, just better. One small gripe though, it does not have any loophole to put a dangly-thing.

I've never been a fan of those dangly-things. For quite a while, I never understood why girls put those dangly-things on their phones, from their names, to cute cartoon characters, psychedelic seizure-starting flashing buttons to tinkering bells. But then I got one myself when I went back home in December, something not so eye-catching, not so la-la-mui, a little toned down (IMHO) but still a dangly-thing. And now that I can't put it on my phone, I'm a little miffed. But hey, maybe I'll become who I used to be again. Right after I take this Hello Kitty band aid off my toe.

When did I start liking cute girly stuff?!?!? O_o

This phase has gotta go.

Medical Bunny

The biocycle medical study is finally over!

Two months of peeing in a cup, getting my arms pricked for blood until I have trackmarks that would make any drug junkie envious, and those early early mornings, I am finally $500 (before tax) richer.

I was probably one of the few women (the other women being those who were in the study), who woke up at 7am every morning, peed on a stick, discover that I am in my prime to get knocked up and make babies, and go back right to bed after hitting the snooze button without engaging in a lil' action with a non-existent mister.

I have discovered I have low blood pressure ( 88/52 mm/Hg ).

I have discovered, to my dismay, I am not quite 5 ft 3 inches. I am in fact 5 ft 2.5 inches, or something redonkulous like that, not quite 160cm, thus, making me come to the conclusion that I am in fact a midget and making high heels my next best friend.

I have discovered, that I am in fact not pregnant. They let me take the test twice. I could have told them that with absolute certainty. But no, waste those test sticks. Also, I am STD free. (Also could have told them that). Yippee.

I have discovered that I have fat arms. Yes, you heard me. Fat arms. My body fat is a little below average, but the fat content in my arms are 25%, making my arms the fattest part of my body. Even my boobs and butt put together couldn't even beat the fat content of my arms. I either have really fat arms, or really small boobs/booty. Or both. Hmmm. How in the world do you get fat arms? More importantly, how do you get rid of fat arms?

But, oh, did I mention, I am $500 (before tax) richer?

Well, the check has yet to arrive.

The Gods Must Be Laughing

Isn't it funny, in a twisted way, that I decided to re-take a class that I had passed, but did not do too well, thinking I could do better, only to discover, to my dismay, that I will do worse, than I ever did before, and that the latter grade, will be the one to account for that particular course?

We're out of the Dean's List this semester, and just hoping to graduate cum laude. magna? summa? nada.

Fate

Sometimes, when it matters the most, I act out of character.

Sigh.

Homeless

I had an interview scheduled for Thursday which I showed up fifteen minutes earlier only to find out forty five minutes later that THE BIG GUY had not shown up. Only to find out two business days later that I didn't get the job that I applied for, which I got an interview for, which did not happen.

Somehow, I feel like the rug has been yanked from under my feet.

I'm homeless for the summer.

Malaysia, Oh Tanah Airku

PDA Ban

Sometimes you wonder if the government has gone crazy. Aren't there better things to do than to catch couples kissing on park benches? Every Malaysian couple should pick a Saturday, say at about 11am, take a train down to KLCC park, and make out like crazy. Thousands of couples, in a big kissing orgy.

Let's see how many tickets you can write.