A peek into the drama

And I asked him, is it because he's never had one before. and he said, 'yes' and I went to the bathroom and cried.

Day off again?

Having a day off in KK isn't exactly an exciting idea for me.

I moved back here permanently (for now) in 2007 after being away for 10 years in different parts of the state and country. At first, being back was exciting. Needless to say there was a lot things in KK that weren't here 12 years ago. I am, however, running short of ideas of where to go on a day off these days.


The Waterfront is unavoidable. To me it may be losing its charm in my craving for something different. Yet, despite this discontent, you will see me there often enough. It might be the 'Free beer tomorrow' claim, or the various bars you can pick from, or the more than likely prospect into bumping into someone familiar (whether or not you want to bump into them). Its initial novelty has perhaps morphed into something cosy and familiar.

But where else is there to go on your day off in little KK?

The malls. Oh, the malls! I hate to admit it, it is uncreative and is as dull as grey, but on my day off I am sure to visit a mall. The day before my day off I picture myself going to the mall. What can I do there? What do I need from a mall? Am I sure I don't need anything? Is it the weekend and if so do I want to be stuck in a crowd of smelly people? I try to dissuade myself from this unimaginative activity. But I cannot deny that at the very least, it satisfies my sense of sight. And if I had to pick a mall to haunt, it would have to be one with a cinema and a sushi joint.

When I run out of malls to satisfy my longing to 'experience' new things, guess what? I can't believe I'm telling you this. I am ready to drive up to an hour to check out a departmental store I've never/rarely been to.

Today is the last of my 5 days off in a row. I've visited two malls. I've bought useless things. I've watched at least 5 films, one at the cinema.  I've gone around the house picking up long strands of hair from any room in the house that I've walked into. I've mopped the floor twice. I've fought other mafia. I've looked through old friends' profiles. I've read blogs. I've youtubed. I've emailed people. I've developed online lethargy. (Oh God, I hope the internet here is unlimited!) I've gone to the Waterfront countless times. I've sipped Bacardi like it's my birthday. Heck, I've sipped Bacardi like it was everybody's birthday.

All that I've done these 5 days, I could've done on a school night! (Maybe except the guzzling. Maybe.)

I suppose it's a good thing that my job offers more excitement than the 'reward' of a day off. *Gloat*

*photo from sabahtourism.com

PMS and in the mood to complain

I've got PMS and I'm in the mood to kill people complain. (Sometimes I have PMS and am in the mood to cry for no reason.)

This is where my head and my hormones have a big argument about what to do with the urge to complain. My brain is like the angel on my right shoulder, and tries to dissuade me. My PMS doesn't give two ships about future implications. I'd say neither are stronger than the other when it comes to making the decision. In the end, however, my brain has the last laugh because if my rants are on my blog or Twitter or Facebook, I'll have to sheepishly log in to delete whatever I wrote in my hormonal rage.

My brain is going to save us all embarrassment this time around and write angry words in my diary.