Stack 'em, Bitch!

I was up at 6:02am in the morning & true to my word, I put my alarm on snooze when it was 6am. Yes, I am not a morning riser, never am, never will.

(Selvan wouldn't be too pleased to hear this, I think, HAHAHAHA!)

No particular reason why I'm up so early really. *grins from ear to ear*
I AM GOING FOR MY SHOPPING SPREE IN MALAYSIA FOR A DAY, BABY!

TO DO LIST.

1. Dump the mobile aside for a day. (Wouldnt be fun if no one knew where I was?)
2. Get all the movies on my list! (I have a big horrible collection of movies, I dare say. :D)
3. I'm going redhead too. (Abit too drastic, I know.)
4. Get my ego boost from those cheeky Malaysians who love winking at pretty girls.
5. The most boring part of the journey, grocery shopping, ._.

Things are way cheap over there, so mind as well get everything from Malaysia!
So, please do not me miss me, cuz I know I wont!

*evil laughter*

Cya later, alligatorrrrrrr!

Cheaper than Drugs.

I know a man who denies that jet lag exists. He regularly flies halfway across the world, marches off the plane after a 27 hour flight, goes straight into the Singapore office, pausing only to brush his teeth and immediately starts barking orders and making people redundant.

(Or whatever super-macho, no-human-weakness job it is he does!)

I want to sure this man. As far as I'm concerned denying jet lag is like denying the earth is round! I am so prone to jet-lag that I even get it when I haven't been on a plane: I get jet lag when the clock goes back.

(It's because I'm so in thrall to sleep. I'm grad if I get my habitual 16 hours a night, but if anything happens to interfere with that, I'm all over the place.)

Naturally, I've investigated all the jet-lag 'cures': drink plenty of water; eat lightly; do a littel excercise; get onto the bloody local time patterns immediately; and most importantly, walk around in the sunlight as soon as you arrive at your faraway destination.

All nonsense, of course. As effective as giving a Barbie plaster for a mug shattered to smithereens. I must admit I don't trust 'natural' solutions to conditions, I like chemicals. I am probablythe last person in the Asian world who doesn't have a homeopath & who stills swears by antibiotics.

I would love it if somenoe invented an anti-jet-lag drug & I couldn't care less about side effects, in fact I'd embrace them. Dry mouth? Trembling? Blurred Vision? Better then being fucking jet-lagged & falling asleep face downwards in my dinner at 8 at night. But unfortunately, for some things there is no cure but time. Like a hangover of a broken heart, you just have to wait your jet lag out & try to live through it as best as you can.

So what do you do when you're in your hotel room, it's pitch-black, a deep blanket of sleep has settled on whatever strange city you're in, and suddenly, you're wide awake. You're super awake, you've never been this awake in your life.

And you're so hungry. Savagely so. Your poor stomach is still on home time; it has to miss its breakfast and it's not pleased that someone wants to deprive it of it's lunch as well. But deep in the bowels of the silent, sleeping hotel, the room-service lads have shut the kitchen and gone home and it's long, long wait until morning.

What choice do you have but to shine the luminious light of the mini-bar into the darkened room & select an over-priced, supersized (when you're hungry, your percieve it as supersized, when you're not, think of it more as average.) bag of M&Ms and clamber back into bed to eat yourself back to sleep.

See? Not all the bad, right?

Stacks of thoughts.

I organise my thoughts, feelings & emotions like books on a dusty shelf.

I like being friends with Russians because everything about them eludes me. Their beauty, their accent, their features. They express their feeling about men with such gusto!

Whether they hate 'em or love 'em. Oh Russian woman.

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Today, is a really horibble day for me. I feel so alone, so cut out from the world. (few would know why.) I was actually thinking of blogging about something really happy and upbeat, but after what happened tonight, I dont think so.

I have this friend, his name is E.

You know, I get really pissed when people chat & talk on the phone? If you wanna do something, do it one at a time. (thank god for multi-tasking, but it has its flaws too; you do better at one thing while the other just falls behind.) I dont know why, talking on the phone and chatting just don't go hand in hand!

Maybe that's because I'm bad at it, HAHAHA!

I think I just need to chill out & just take a big *sigh*, you reckon?


Nah, I am not angry with E. I am actually not angry with anyone.
I am angry with myself, for making mistakes. I am sorry, Firdaus.
I'm just another person with pent up erradical feelings just waiting to burst out!

Ahh, why can't I share this with anyone? I feel more alone then ever now.
I will blog about something that really bothers me, particularly Jet-Lag.

As well as something happy, depending on Erika Jane's mood.
(it sucks when your in friggin' France in the night & you're bloody hell wide awake!)

Good night.

I am your mob boss, John Abruzzi.

Yes!

I am literally hooked onto Prison Break at the moment. Call me old, but I just want to watch the Wentworth Miller on DVD! Haha, starting all the way from Season 1. Oh my pretty boy. & finally my damn internet it back on, sheesh!

*blushes*

Did you also realise that when Wenworth smiles, he actually has cow teeth!? :O

Yesterday.

I was so glad that my mother came over, it's not all the time that my poor mother comes over and actually has a ball of a time with me and my sister! It just fills me to the brim with happiness to actually see a smile on her face, you know?

The little things matter to me the most. It's always the thought that counts.

Mmmm.....

ANYWAYS! Completely digressing here! Mother, sister & me cam-whored for the whole day! Which is just awesome you know why?

Most mom's don't do that. All they do is cook, clean, listen & laugh with you. Not like it's a bad thing. One of the other perks to have a brill' mother is that she cam-whores too! :D

PS: I DONT CARE HOW UNGLAM I LOOK ALREADY!

Someone to love!

It is official, I just realised that someone who has been in my class for like a year, who sat beside me during the first half of the year likes me!

:O

I am shocked way beyong belief. I am shocked because I never would expect him to like me because I treat him like a brother/close friend. And when he told me he liked me, I was like, :O :O :O :O all the way!

To make matters worse, I didnt sleep for the whole night! E, my twin, will know why. :(
I am scared & happy.

CHEERS TO NEW RELATIONSHIPS, NEW FOUND LOVE & FRIENDS!
Edward loves Jolene.
131208.

Geekdom, I worship.

I am the Geekdom. I praise Geekdom. Whatever it is.
Categorize me under.... Bookworm Geek.

Hahahaha, E is my new found best friend & twin. Even though he is short & skinny & I am the opposite, we call each other twins, because of the similarities. Cheers to new found best friends! He is a sci-fi geek, which is cool because we both enjoy Star Wars. (shut up, Star Wars fucking owns your ass, ok!)

3 Days Ago.

I was minding my own business. My sister and me went to the library. Daddy was on the way to work, so mind as well ask the man to drive you there, right? So, we bid Daddy adieu. Went into the library, walked around, grabbed some comic books & fictional books.

The kid sister brat parted away from me.
"never mind it's ok, she'll come back."

While I was walking through sections W-Z, some guy walked in the opposite direction and said: "Hi!"
"what the hell was that for!? wait, is he even handsome!? :O"

Yeah, alright, there was a grin on my face. But guess what? My sister appeared outta nowhere and said: "Erika, did you know that guy has been stalking us all around the library!?" I thought I was gonna die on the spot. Then she left me alone... again!

"you're a big girl! you can handle him."

"Good afternoon, can I be your friend?" Omg, next thing I knew, he stood in front of me saying that to my face. Ok, seriously, that's lame! (no offence!) To top it all off, I was sooooo embarrassed to be standing beside him! YOU KNOW WHY!?

He was wearing a Manchester United Jersey, with his Jersey tucked all the way into his jeans. Straight cut blue jeans that were pulled up so high to his tummy! (I'm not kidding! NO EXAGGERATION!) And he was wearing some yucky flip flops. And a very oily face, VERY!

First impressions really accounts for someone, especially if you wanna say "Hi!", right? He didn't make a good first impression at all. OMG, worst of all.... he was SO dirty looking! & old, not to mention. Aieee, do I really attract this kinda chekopek kinda guys?! Plus he look like a cross between a chekopek-malay-disgusting-pervertic-geek. I worship Geekdom, but one thing I can never stand is a perverted geek! THE NERVE!

"What's your name Miss?"
"Why should I tell you my name? Just because you asked?"
"Just tell lahh, it won't kill you right?"
"It might you know."
"Are you working or studying?"
"Errrrrr, sorry, it's against company policy to tell you that."

He was like ?!?!?!?! And I said, sorry, I'm just not interested in you. Sorry!
"You can't even tell me your name?"
"this guy is seriously very persistent! think of something witty & bitchy!"
"I'm sorry, I'm just not into you. Try some other girl? *smiles demurely* Nice meeting you.", I said.

He just looked at me with pitiful eyes and walked outta the library.
Oh my god, and my fucking sister got the best seat in the house, just by watching me!

Sisters take the joy in watching you make a fool of yourself. This is one of the situations!

PS: Thank goodness for E.

Bummer.. Or Whatever You Call It.

I lay in bed, feeling excitment in every bone of my body because I live to die another day in the hands of someone else.

Defintely not my ex-boss!

It just feels good to be home, to laze around, like any young adult should on a good ole' sunday. I like writing about my experiences, whether good or bad. (only good girls/guys keeps a real diary in hand to pen it down, without fail, did you hear?) I'd rather write about simple things maybe like food? (one day I will!) Cooking has always been an art in my kinda household, which is cool because the family can take part in it! And I'm just happy to be helping out with cooking.

PS: Neither am I a good cook or be a good wife.... yet!

Thankful.

My dad & I were flipping channels back and forth while waiting for Survivor. Animal Planet's Documentary on Animals, History Channel's War in Manila between the Americans & Japanese. But that part is very irrelevant to what I'm going to say.

I just realised that teenagers of our generation don't spend much time with our family members. Did you realise that? Truthfully, if my father wasn't that hot-headed when it comes to cooking together as a family, I would be helping out too. My dad is like Chef Ramasay from that reality cooking show called Hell's Kitchen. Argh, one stupid mistake and he'll get super mad pissed & everything in the kitchen goes flying. So, I try to appease his anger by letting him vent it all out. After realising what his done, he'll just keep quiet and go to his room, come back out and talk to us as if nothing happened.

What the hell is with this people? Is a simple sorry so difficult? I dislike people who can't bring themselves to say sorry just because they have a pride. Ok, completely digressing here!

True, I love my friends, social life, but I dont think most teens don't really take time to sit down and talk to parents like a friend! When my mother comes over to visit me, I get super hyped about it, I cant stop calling her! My mother is my bestfriend & I'm so thankful for it. I'd want to talk to my father like a friend, but somehow I cant. His the super strict daddy, so I cant never talk to him about anything. The tongue piercing incident was already bad enough for me, so what makes him think I'd talk to him like a grown up?! He doesnt like hugging & kissing, but I guess that's just how some men are. And for once, I was quite happy to be sitting with my daddy & sister in his room watching television, without any arguments!

Mother is coming tomorrow! :D <3

I Just Realised..

That I have alot of people who love me but don't realise it because I'm too "blind" to see what's in front of me. FOOLISH!
I love Raissa & Cassandra. *tight hugs & kisses!*

Thank you for being there when I needed you girls, :) *spanks*
<3

QUIET!

SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP!

Please stop shouting for 1 puny second & listen?
I don't like the tone of your voice.
I never liked you in the first place, just so you know.

The next time you lay your stupid, fat fingers on either me, Chelsea or Cristine.
You just watch me, GOD DAMMNIT!

Even though you took care of me for the past..... 17 years?
I can't bring myself to say this but,
I HATE YOU.

I hate you even though you provided me things.
I hate you even though you gave me life.
I hate you even thought you gave me food.
I hate you because you never kissed and hugged your own daughters.
I hate you because you're grounding you're children for life.
I hate you because you abuse me verbally & physically, even infront of strangers.

You maybe thinking: "Man, this girl has issues, dude!"
To hell with freedom of speech. Giving me a comment about me wanting self-pity and attention is like giving me a slap on the face and not slapping back! You don't even have the right to comment about the situation I'm in right now, so save your speech for someone who gives a damn.

Because I don't give a fuck.
I'm sorry, Daddy. (NOT!!)

Why Why Why?

Why does love have to hurt?
Wolves are forever hungy, man-eating machines, that'll tear you up in seconds.

Just like that. *snaps fingers*

Same as men.
So I don't see why how my life could get any better then dating.... wolves.

Maybe I should turn lesbian.
So I can be licked by the oh so caring domestic cat.

If you get my drift.

I'm Finally Getting What I Want!

PS: BYEBYE, ALEX!

*laughs*
MWHAHAHA.

Anyways!
Finally Daddy dearest decides to give in!

You see, my father loves me very much as I am the eldest and most doted on! (okay, is the other sister he dotes on.) And sometimes, he has difficulties in letting his daughter go to work! The one very good reason for doing so is to let her daughter(s) relax & live the life.

I asked my step-mother to ask Daddy whether I could work! He has this whole "my-daughter-doesnt-need-to-work-because-I-earn-enough-money-and-I-am-their-sole-breadwinner-&-I-can-give-them-what-they-want" attitude going one! *hand starts opening & closing like a chicken's backside*

And yes, I can work now. I love you Daddy!

The hardest part now is to deal with the kid sister not to tricking me into buying all the shit she wants because...

Well kids just dont know what they want at all!!

To Give A Blowjob To My Bestfriend?

Well, I was just having a little conversation with a good friend of mine, hmm!
Very interesting, to give him a BJ? The conversation gives you an answer, I'm sure.

I want an iPhone, :(

I am thinking whether I should get highlights. He (that very good guy friend of mine I had a conversation with earlier.) told me I'd look good in silver highlights! Wow, I dont think so! I want to look younger, not OLDER! I'm stil going for this brown look though, it looks so luscious! (the only reason why is because she has long, LUSCIOUS hair whereas mine is fucking short!)
























Julianne Moore

Would I be able to carry off her hair colour? Would it look funny? Brown skin tonw with a slight red-brown hair colour. Hmm.... I was thinking also a little more Kim Kardashian! (PS: Her ass is definitely real, so to speak!)

Kim Kardashian

I think her surname Kardasian, is quite cool! I might name my son that one day... Anyways! Yes yes, the hair colour! She spots a dark brown, with a tinge of light brown highlights! I cant decide!

Oh and guess what? Hmm, Alex didnt return my calls because his mobile is switched off! Now I'm really starting to wonder whether his married...

The Disappearing Man!

He is not returning my calls.
I wanted to meet him but he never returned my text messages.

I am getting very uptight.
I miss him.

IS HE FUCKING MARRIED!?

To Care About Race Or Not?

I am starting to have doubts about Alex, yeah that's his name.

His such a cool, charasmatic, funny & hot guy!


But telling me that I'm beautiful & all that makes it all the more surprising! No one in my life, other then my ex bf/gf has ever told me that I was that beautiful, I am veryyyy shocked.


And coming to think of it, I've always wanted a Sugar Daddy, well not that I've never had one. :)
The blogger that I am, I'm going to keep him a little bit more mysterious, because I know this guy is a keeper.


He's his very own boss of a shipping business, his British, (meaning the very cute accent girls drool over!) has such a nice smile that'll light up the whole of Orchard Road!


I think I'm just going to be like Simbian? Not like it's a bad thing at all, :) To date older, more sophisticated men? Hmm, I've dated a few, but just never bothered mentioning them. But still, let's see how well this goes. Plus dating this guy, I'm sure to get the perks! There's always something special in every package, don't you think? :)


I'm still deciding whether I should watch The Best Of Saturday Night Live on Star World OR to watch Survivor on Channel 5, whereby the whole family gets together & watch it. (it's like a ritual already.)

Not so secret anymore! :)

I Am Falling In Love!

Not good, I am falling in love.... again!
I am no longer married to Cassandra anymore on Facebook, boohoo, :(

Well, I'll give you a peek of how he looks like, :P
Hmm, maybe not now.

His an Adonis, like what I said.
So we went for a walk. He suggested dinner but gotta make a few calls at night to different clients so, that just wouldnt do. A walk with my dog was just the thing! Plus, he lives near me, so he'd be able to see me anytime!

Need to tell friends I've made yet again another new blog, *laughs.

Off to BlackJack game! xx

Good Afternoon To You!

Ahhh, don't you just love starting over on a new blog?

I've have had like numureous blogs but somehow they don't feel right.
Well, this were my first 2!

eri-jane.blogspot.com

dead-velocity.livejournal.com

As you have noticed, I sure do have a thing for dashes in my addresses, eh? :) I'm completely done with the major exams, so now I get to kick back & relax.

Hmm, met a really cute caucasian man, quite cute! More like an Adonis! I'm totally falling head over heels really fast! I hope I don't kiss & tell on a first date.... that is if there is a first date even!

Chao! xx