Me, Watashiwa, Ya

I am sooo sick and tired of the people around me that I HAD to write this. Have you ever been in a situation where you argue, fight, or have something to do with a friend, and from nowhere, another friend whom neither of you confided in butts in and makes it worst? Now, the latter friend, I don recognise them as friends, they are BUTT HEADS - perpetually butting into people’s lives. Please sort your own f***ing problems.

If I say it is personal, then it is bloody personal. If I wanted your comments, I will ask you, else GET LOST! This seems like a very angry post, cause yes I am upset. My friends WHO ARE CLOSE to me, are my friends. What happens between us, happens between us, you have no right to talk to them about it, unless we talk to you about it, else GET THE F*** off!

Sigh, what frustrates me even more is that these kind of people have hell lot of things to worry about, no need to worry yourself with  our issues. Go lah and deal with your own problems. I have mine too, and trust me, people like this will be the last I come to.

Sorry peeps a very angry post. But my best friends know me. Even stuff I tell bestie A and I don tell Bestie B, is not even an issue. They understand. Its suppsed to be that way. JESUS!

And if you happen to know whom you are, a piece of advise, I am a very private person when it comes to personal things, you DON TALK TO ME About this, I DON WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT, just stay away from my bloody life! i mean it.

And yes I am going to get my god-damn period. SO WHAT? If women bleed, and men use their cocks as brains, so be it! we are freaking born that way. Okay off topic adi….

Anyway, (nothing against men on the line above, REAL MEN who know me will understand that i am just ranting) here is a piece of advise, don pretend or think you know me, when you know jack sh*& about me. And I DON WANT TO GET TO KNOW YOU either! ’nuff said. Get on with your lives!

I lie here in bed,

Closing my eyes,

trying to sleep,

thoughts of you creep in my head,

all through the night

dwelling in feelings so deep

i cant shut them out

i cant say it aloud

but i wish i had them stout

to get me high and knocked out

but that’s only with you

my darling you

i let my guard down

i watch you clown around

you holding me secretly

how i wish you were here with me

as we both slowly seep into dreams…

You look me between the bars

You smile at me

You bring all your friends

You showcase me

Here I am sitting and looking at you

I yell “help me”

I am caged in here

You get excited hearing my chirping

You tell me

What a good bird I have been

All I want is you to touch me once

To be in your arms

To be loved, to be warm

But all I am to you

Is the pet you feed

The one who lifts you up

When you feel down and bleak

I sat by the window sill and gazed across the window to the vast sky that was hung like a blanket in the skies. Spotted little gems known as stars decorate the dark giving hope to little children singing twinkle twinkle to them.

I moved from the windowsill and sat on my uninviting bed. It was cold and bitter and the mere thought of what had just happened brought floods of tears to my eyes.

Slowly, tenderly, gently, the dam broke and droplets of tears damped my cheeks as they rolled down defying all determinations I had in me holding them back.

Unable to refrain myself any longer I let them pour knowing deep down inside I needed this. I needed to let go, no matter how hard it was, no matter how much my heart was tearing inside of me. I had to let go.

As the tears subsided, as I calmed myself down, once again, I gazed at the sky above through my window.

Slowly I walked back to the windowsill and looked up at the stars that filled the velvet sky.

Unable to contain myself, the words blurted out from my lips “Why oh why didn’t I polish my car today.. the weather was God damn beautiful …”

1 decade and plus a year

If I had met you then

You won’t feel fear

I won’t see tears

1 decade and plus a year

If we had known each other

There wont be pain

Things would’ve been sane

1 decade and plus a year

If only things were different

Where would we be?

How could have things been?

1 decade and plus a year

If only I could turn back time

Would things be different

Would we still be smitten?

- Kajai Priya

12.11pm.200309

Just was in a writing mood so decided to write this.. Does not even sound nice.. Oh well… comments appreciated. But if you are asking me what this is all about, don’t. Sometimes I simply write things that may or may not necessaruly mean anything.. This may or may not fall in the latter. I dono.. Just felt like writing some silly words, so I am writing lah

its amazing how i have been fortunate enough to have a vacation every month since Jan 2008. I guess heading off to Hawaii was a fantastic start for me.

Well highlights of my Langkawi trip this time (am gonna make this short yeah):

- lost my handphone (SE960i that my baby bought for my birthday, fell in the sea)

- got drunk. ha ha .. not new eh? actually no it is new for me, considering it gets tough to get me drunk. I just refused to use my secret weapon to ensure I am not drunk. anyway that was good fun

- passed my name cards around to people.. and made friends.. as usual

- bonded with my gal friends… i love them to bits and i know they do

- took a Nissan Sentra and we all three drove around Langkawi and now… I know Langkawi so well that I CAN BRING YOU AROUND.

- chilled at Datai, Andaman and the Westin

- happily walked around in my Biks
- it was totally memorable…

sorry peeps cant write much. Busy at the office.. but you all know me lah.. when i start writing no stopping, so i decided better not write too much and bore you all ,,.kekekeke

love peace!

Yeah yeah.. All you want to know about my Cambodian trip is right here.. Well, almost ALL. Ha ha ha.

Contagious Concepts (The Co I am currently working at) head up to Cambodia on 26th Feb for our company trip and “I want to get to know you better, closer” session. Just so you know, there are some things that happened in Cambodia remains in Cambodia. Yeah your imaginations can go wild ha ha

Anyway, we arrived in Siem Reap early morning at 8am, and met our wonderful quirky and VERY funny guide, Camera (yes that is his name) and his sister, an aspiring tour guide. Oh and his favourite words were :”Oh my god!”

Once up on the bus, we went over to check out some interesting places kicking off with the Silk factory, where we saw real and silk worms that were alive in boiling water,  and that is how they actually do the woven silks. Very skillful lah these people. (and cruel)

Anyway .. all i can say is that I really enjoyed the vegetables in Cambodia. All crunchy and yummy!

The first day in Siem Reap was quite tiring as we had the whole day planned out with lots of outings. And no partying that night. We were all exhausted!

Second day was fun! We head over to ANGKOR wat.. yes.. the ANGKOR WAT. Here, Contagious team had a fab time! we took choreographed pictures, Julian clowned around, Adrian had some amazing shots with the camera, I was talking with soo many Caucasians (as usual) & some Japanese kekekek. Julie was my model whenever I found a good shot. Surej was as usual being a real nut cracker and Tesh, despite his quiet deposition, had equal laughs to share.

When I have the time, I promise will upload some pics.. Think some are up, with me tagged (FB) on em
Anyway, second day, after the tiring tour, we decided that we must party in Siem Reap. We went out to a drinking hole and the boys had beer and us gals had some cocktails. The best part about the cocktails is that it was soo thick and yummy that I had a nice warm feeling after every sip. Yum Yum.

Hmm lets say… that I was.. err.. quite high that night.. But I sure did have fun. Oh and another thing.. I noticed the club we were dancing that many people cant really dance. Some people actually moved away when Contagious hit the dance floor… kekekek

The next day was an early morning ride on the LIMOUSINE bus to Phnom Penh. Thanks to all the RedBull Vodka I had the previous night, I was amazingly Hyper (hello, don say i am already hyper ok). So i hardly had any sleep on the bus
But once in Phnom Penh, all sleep forgotten. We went touring! Saw the palace, did not see the king, think he shy lah. ha ha.. then we went to casino donated some money to the people of Cambodia through Naga Casino, ha ha.. then took a whole bunch of photos before heading back to the hotel and mandi-ying.

After that we hit the Tuk Tuks and went to check out the night scene. Nothing much. So we went and had HAPPY PIZZA. Pizza with a Happy herb in it, just in case you did not know what it was.   No effect also!

Came back, sleep and the next day was pure shopping at the Russian Market. I was so dissapointed to see no Russians there.. but boy were the clothes cheap! Ori Banana Republic, Zara, MNG, Abercrombie Fitch were all on sale. But they were rejected items (WHo cares!) and it only cost like RM10 per T. Cool eh?

Sigh.. the trip was over before we can even digest it.. But is that not the way with every holidays? As a conclusion, please go to Cambodia if you don’t mind DUST, dirt and poverty. But if you are into some adventure, I assure you that you will find some in Cambodia. I know I did. For full story, message me lah!

Peace!

I am sure a lot of your have your favourite band or singer. I have and had some. To start I am still mersmerised by Take That. Yes, I am one of those teeny boppers who used to go crazy over boy bands, but when you walk down that memory lane once again and refresh your memory by looking at pictures and videos… you have this curve on your lips that can only say one thing “Ahhh those sweet memories.. those days”

I was priviledged in my life to meet some of the boy bands whom I still listen to these days, but never have I ever met the ultimate boy band in my life, Take That.

I remember those days in the late 1990s and early 2000s when my best friend and I used to roam Sungai Wang hunting for the latest Smash Hits Mag, Popstars, Galaxie, TOTP, and so much more.

We used to flip through the magazines and just look at the contents, high contents on boy bands, we boy, else we ditch! Yes, that was how we were.

And right after that, we used to head down to McD’s and makan, talk about life, and look at men (or boys, since we were pretty young then)

I used to come home after those trips, read the magazine(s) in a day, and the next thing you know, I will sit down and cut down ALL the pictures of Mark Owen, 911, Caught in The Act, Spice Girls, Manchester United (namely Ryan Giggs, Cantona & Becks), Boyzone and Code Red and keep them in my books.

Their posters, I used to plast them ALL over my walls. I have some pictures of my room in the old days that you can’t even see the walls. The only concrete you could see was the ceiling (I could not reach there, else I would have plastered with posters too)

My mom detested entering my room. I still remember… My college bag was signed by  Code Red and the phone in my room too. Autographed materials meant the world to me at that time, and meeting them was like a feeling being at the top of the world.

Now, when I look at the videos by Take That namely, how I wish I could go back to that tiny room of mine, having all these gorgeous men looking at me everyday. Ha ha wishful thinking, I know.

Jokes aside, I still keep all my CDs safe and I treasure them so much. Especially the boy bands. Laugh all you want, but for me, my boy bands rule! Especially Take That. Thank God, they are resurrected and now I still have a chance to meet them or at least see them perform live
And here is a video… I want to share with you all, its by Take That (duh!) in 1994 in a sold out concert (all their concerts were sold out anyway) my fav boy (then) Mark Owen performing Babe. This is one of my all time life performances ever! Enjoy or cringe! ha ha

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hAGQSMOTQ_Y

Ha, don’t deny. How many of you / us have done that? Touchwood, and there you go, quickly scanning the room for something, anything that is made of wood.. and the best part, when you don’t find something that is wooden, you go and touch your bloody head! Who on earth does that? Well .. err me?

Today is Friday the 13th. Some people say it’s a day of bad luck, Wiki, my good friend says:

According to folklorists, there is no written evidence for a “Friday the 13th” superstition before the 19th century.[3][4][5] The earliest known documented reference in English occurs in an 1869 biography of Gioachino Rossini:
[Rossini] was surrounded to the last by admiring and affectionate friends; and if it be true that, like so many other Italians, he regarded Friday as an unlucky day, and thirteen as an unlucky number, it is remarkable that on Friday, the 13th of November, he died.[6]

Ermmm yeah okay, we got that cleared out. Anyway, no matter where you are from, Transylvania or Tasmania (huh?), we all believe in superstition You see a black cat cross the road and you spit 3 times, don’t walk under the ladder, don’t cut your nails on a Thursday.. and the list goes on.

Here is my take, I was brought up my Granny and she taught me almost everything that I need to know to start a book on superstitiousness (is that even a word?) but I do practise it.

Many people believe that 13 is a bad number, hence you can still see buildings here in Malaysia where you don’t find floor 13, but you have 12A. So does that mean if you were born on a Friday the 13th, you are doomed for life? Aiyoh, let’s not even go there
So with today being Friday the 13th, does that mean you are not allowed to go out late today scared that the ghosts are after you? Or maybe, perhaps, just perhaps Rihanna’s ill fate was caused by the fact that she planned a concert on the night of Friday the 13th here in Malaysia? See… even the concert is cursed!

Part of my rantings, I open to you all.. Any superstitious stuff you guys believe in, please leave it on comment, sms or email me. Would love to add on to the already enourmous list of mine
Have a good Scary Friday night peeps!

I don’t know why I am feeling so low.. almost depressed, lonely these days. Like something bad is going to happen or has already. (And no, I am not referring to Rihanna’s tragic ‘postponement’ concert) This is something, like it is going to change my life forever.

Or I am just being dramatic and looking at things too deeply. I don’t know. Either way, it feels like SCREWED!

I used to be very bubbly, friendly and fun. I have not been that lately, and it has nothing to do with the whole age thing, I assure you. I just feel… sad. I am not a sad person I tell you, really. I have been known to be happy all the time to the point people used to ask me, “Eh, how do you do it? Smiling all the time?” But now I don’t know where that attitude is. I really need to find it soon!

I hope you guys are having better days ahead. Mine seem bleak.