At last, I’ve hauled my arse around to finish both Bridget Jone’s books. The first book was almost exactly the movie, which I reskon is the reason why the movie’s quite good. 2nd book was equally, if not more entertaning (always love a book which could drive you to shedding tears of emotions). The movie sequel is completely different from the book, what a major mistake. Am imagining how great the movie might be if only they had done it more similar to the book. On the other hand, I like the fact that Daniel Cleaver wasn’t reduced to some demoted bastard as in the book. Hugh Grant rocks (I’ll forgive his debacle with Miss Brown).

Just gotten myself another job next week. Not particularly excited about working but work will start at 11.30am…awesome. Can drive to work in style without permanent frown because of the damn traffic. Probably could score another hotel buffet but I think this hotel stinks to high heaven so hopes won’t be high. Hrm, why start at 11.30am though….is that a stance to deprive me of a potential fantastic lunch?

I miss Thai Club. Saw Jayn‘s blog and felt a sense of failure. How can I claim that I love Thai Club when I haven’t stepped inside for more than a month? Don’t want to be one of those people who say they ‘love’ something after just one forgettable experience. Arghhh. Must do some relationship healing.

My diet’s completely ruined. People are just throwing food at me from every bloody angle. Yesterday, mom successfully destroyed my willpower by buying me some huge ass mamak rice and two bags of resam. Yeah, I devoured everything. Bad Kim, bad!!!! Did some 20mins of hula hooping after that, but to no avail. Spare tyre has decided to be friendlier this time around.

Speaking of which, I’m fucking hungry now. Want to eat. Don’t know what to eat. Want to eat everything. Must be hormones.

Just gotten back from work. Yes, as shocking as it sounds, I do work, sometimes. Anyway, this job was more bearable than the previous stint at Citibank. For one, my lunch was 5-star buffet spread. And there were some good looking chaps to ogle at.

Until Malaysia’s public transportation system goes through a major overhaul, I’d rather sit through hours of traffic jam. At least I have my own music to listen to and only myself to smell.

Don’t you agree with me that any sort of mundane activity is bound to sound interesting as soon as you discover that the parking rate is flat (or free)? It’d be better if the traffic were smooth flowing, but then again, as a KLite, you won’t even want to begin to hope.

I’m allergic to middle-aged women with over-bleached hair, 3 inches make-up, dramatic manicure, who only wear Aigner and talk with a fake accent. Datins could probably pull it off, but you, oh my gawd, to quote a friend, “Keep it real“.

S to the T - http://www.shaolintiger.com says:

kim



sunny^kimberly says:

yes?

S to the T - http://www.shaolintiger.com says:

1 out of 3 pics is you eating something

Ushering the new year at G‘s was mighty fun. I did not drink = I did not fall asleep = I was able to observe them merry makers at their funniest. Playing Connect 4 and Scrabbles with pissed but otherwise intelligent people is an effective way to boost your confidence, by the way. Food was…well, refer above. My best new year’s celebration to date.

Good turnout at the party.

Rummaging for the last colonel’s chicken.

How to distract hungry sods from your Nachos - pout.

How to distract hungry sods from your chicken wings - grimace.

Contrary to belief, I wasn’t squeezing anything.

First day of 2005 was spent amongst the clouds at Genting Highland. Weather was not at its best, rides in the outdoor themepark were mostly closed so we were confined within the indoor park. Visited Ripley’s Believe It or Not Museum (which was quite interesting; especially Mahathir’s Hologram figure) and a pansy Haunted House. Swear I wasn’t scared, just that screams are contagious (like seriously, ok?) and I wasn’t screaming that much anyway! Journey back home was pretty scary cause the visibility was bad but I trusted the driver cause he’s like knew what’s he doing, cool and collected like that. Then we had the most awesome asam fish and chicken fillets soaked in black pepper sauce for dinner, at which point I bade goodbye to my diet plan.

Foggy carpark.

Orgasmic asam fish.

Yesterday, giving no fuck about my impending obesity, I allowed myself to be lead to the most incredible seafood noodle in SS2. I think the restaurant’s called Segambut Mee or something. Ultimate comfort food and I vow to sample all the flavours offered.

My resolutions for the year 2005:

1. Stop procrastinating

2. Save up moolah

3. Learn to cook by heart (not by book)

4. Lose this pesky 5 kilos for real

5. Keep fit

6. Sleep like a regular person

7. Be patient

8. to be continued…

All in all, I started the new year with a modest but no less impressive blast. I hope it’s a good beginning to better things.