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All responses Most smiled responses
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"You are destined for great things." I need that sort of reassurance sometimes.
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Anywhere where people decide to conduct a family reunion.
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Bringing myself down. My self-esteem is too low to admit that I'm good at anything.
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Cool people, no restrictions on which websites we can visit to and actually, basically, cool people.
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Internet. It just collapses the border of time & space and it is just so awesome to be able to find out a myriad of things without having to leave the couch!
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Greece with Keri Smith the illustrator. She seems like a fun person to be with.
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I could go on & on, but one I find interesting is when he says I have a different take on the world. We could be watching a concert on tv and everyone else was enjoying on how good the music is, but I'd go "the songstress's front teeth are rather crooked that's why she can sing well" then everybody would freeze the video and scrutinize on the singer's crooked teeth. Or like the time I bugged him to take me to kite-flying, in baju kurung. Like the time I woke him up real early in the morning on weekends to go take pictures of insects in the neighborhood (sort of like a weekly theme) ending up in him accompanying me all zombified because he was still sleepy whilst me other hand was scurrying around like a squirrel on crack. Like the time I could come up with a cheesy love haiku on verbatim while driving 140km/h along the North-South highway & he'd look at me all worried & sure he had married a weirdo. Like the time he said he asked how much I love him and I said, "An ounce more than you love me." then he said, "That's so little." and I said, "You love me even littler!" When he walked in the class while we were 13 and while the other girls were swooning over Nick of Backstreet Boys, I was at the back playing arm wrestling with the boys.
Either all those, or that I don't want flowers for my birthdays. I'd rather have pizza and he loves that because he gets to share. -
Hypothetically, the chicken crossed the road so that she could get to the other side of the road.
However, depends on the circumstances, the chicken probably crossed the road hurriedly and clucking all the way because Colonel Sanders was chasing after her, or that she wanted to know how fast it was to get to the other side simply by running across the traffic without using the zebra crossing (because she thought it was meant for zebras anyway). Just like the question, "Why are you ugly?" the interpretation is open to so many possibilities. -
If I have to choose, it'd be Aznil, assuming that he can write better. Have you read Azwan Ali's blog? I took a glance at it, read a few paragraphs and nearly got brain haemorrhage. That being said I have a penchant for men who can communicate eloquently, be it spoken or written. Especially with British accent. Oh Jude Law.
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I'd be the freak swallowing my own foot. Because in real life more than often I am just like that.
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Believe it or not, I wanted to be so many things!
When I was in kindergarten, seeing how my mother came back home in the afternoon every day while Dad came home late in the evening, I aspired to become a teacher so I could work half day and spend the other half playing (I was having this idea that we will be committed to the joy of playing wholeheartedly even when we’re all grown up).
When I enrolled in school, I wanted to be, among others: doctor, lawyer (the usual choice of answer to get your parents beaming with pride), accountant (which was funny because I was terrible with Math & Accounts), archaeologist (after watching Jurassic Park) & FBI agent (thanks to Mulder & Scully).
In university, I was having this foolish idea of being a graphic designer & making a high income, never realizing that most of the times those two don’t go along very well (unless you throw in some deadly passion, many many years of experience, networking et al). I nabbed a job multitasking as graphic designer & copywriter after graduated, but stopped practicing graphics altogether the second year when I was half-heartedly lugged into the corporate sector. I still write though.
It was funny because project management (the job I am thrown in now, note the choice of word) NEVER once came into picture. In the end, I became my Dad – long hours, constantly stressed, but never stop short of being awesome. -
asked by simonsta
Contrary to your fogged belief, my dear Simon, Cik Bedah and I are nothing more than Twitter contacts, although at several occassions I feel like picking the phone up and calling her and bitch about the world except that I never had her phone number. Just like our Esteemed Legion of Awesome Angry Women, we are one, just like twins who often had a connection to each other. Hence explains the reasoning why in people's minds we seem so connected in ways they could never imagine (although Simon I believe you have imagined further beyond that).
To answer your Q, you are the only one who had ever suggested such an idea therefore in order to fulfill your request, we may or may need more votes and we’ll take the idea into careful considerations.
Thank you and please do not ask weird questions anymore. I'm easily aroused. -
1. Emergency (999)
2. Home phone
3. Dad
4. Mum
5. My husband’s primary number
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Strangely none of my dreams had ever come out in full color. They are usually plain B&W or there were some parts highlighted in splashes of colors, like a photo effect you could find in some cameras.
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I'm sorry, I was unable to choose ONE so here let me make you a list:
1. Alice's Adventures in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll
2. Everything is Illuminated by Jonathan Safran Foer
3. The Unbearable Lightness of Being by Milan Kundera
4. The Time Traveler's Wife by Audrey Niffenegger
5. Water for Elephants by Sara Gruen
6. (currently reading) The God of Small Things by Arundhati Roy
These books left the most impact in me - be it my existing shallow knowledge, or my lack of literary vocabulary.
And oh, I hate The Catcher in the Rye. -
My Macbook. I knew it and you knew it.
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asked by simonsta
Yes I am. Why? Don't tell me Simon, that you feel the need to touch me to prove your hypothesis?
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I believe they co-exist with each other. That's how the world should be :D
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My mother. She’s the perfect embodiment of optimism – she believes no matter how evil a person can be, deep down there’s a trace of kindness in everybody. She’s like Molly Chalk from Scrubs, if you do watch Scrubs. Despite her IT-illiteracy, she managed to pull through it all – she lets strangers operate her mobile phone, help her using the public phones, help her park her car, at one occasion letting a total complete stranger assisting her with the ATM machine – simply by believing in raw kindness. Her compassion is infectious; people don’t have the heart to hurt her. I haven’t met a single soul who had never liked my mother upon meeting her. She restored my faith in humanity.
I tried to be like her but I’m way too defensive & cynical – way too polluted by now.
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Zana Fauzi’s Bio
Taking over the world, one PMS at a time.
