This is the last entry to Rumble In The Blog, a blog I named after Jackie Chan's film, Rumble In The Bronx., not that I particularly liked Jackie Chan's film for that matter.

Anywayyy, I have been keeping 3 separate blogs so far. One at friendster, which I have long abandoned. Rumble In The Blog is the 2^nd one which was supposed to be a private journal of sort to share with my friends. The 3^rd one is at blogspot, which I had intended as kind of a social commentary blog. Sadly, I am too lazy to make these blogs work as they were intended. So, I'm thinking, let's just consolidate everything. Let's just use one blog for whatever use I wanna make of 'em.

Thus, it is with deepest regret that I announce that effective from this date, I will cease to use Rumble In The Blog and will only be adding entries to my other blog at, what else,  

MY OTHER BLOG

(please click above)

However, Rumble In The Blog, which had served me well all these times, shall not be deleted and shall remain available for as long as the operators allow it to be. Links are available vice versa but should anybody wish to contact me, please do so on the main blog, the one I mentioned above. Thank you very very very verryyy much.

Sistertyphoon signing off. 

MMMuuuuuuuaaahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!

People say that Ramadhan is an ideal time to lose weight. I beg to differ. Lots of people actually gain weight during the fasting month due to over indulgence at breaking of fast. Gluttony has taken a whole new meaning in this particular time, what with Ramadhan buffets available at prices so freaking cheap and all. As for me, I don't necessarily gain weight during the month but that doesn't mean I'm losing any either. Usually, there just doesn't seem to be any changes at all where I am concerned.

I stepped on a bath scale this morning after many many many many months ignoring it. Hesitation and trepidation filled the entire 0.5 second it took for both my feet to step on it. It took another 3 whole seconds for the indicator to settle down to a specific number after being mercilessly stomped on by my gigantic feet and likewise gargantuan self. The number shocked me, filled me with rage…. Why oh why?  Tell me it's not true…!!!  

Shhhh..!!!!!! I'm not telling what the scale showed, so stop wondering already…

Anyway, the initial shock had since passed, and I am left in its wake thinking about what am I gonna do about it. For someone who used to be a sportsgirl, I know I'm nowhere near that class right now. Something must be done and it must be done quick. Of course my dear old mum would tell me to exercise, as she always do. My friends keep telling me, " u're ok whaaaatttt…..". My sis would tell me to go to her place, with the promise to climb Penang Hill again in the wee hours of the morning (I'm already panting at the thought!). Then my Mum would tell me again to use the exercise machine which I bought many months ago (which is now collecting dust under the staircase). My brother would tell me to join a gym (he already did, and I ignored him). Then my Mum would remind me again not to eat so much and to exercise regularly… Then,…. Then….….  (the list goes on).

Okayyy, okayyy…. I get it. I don't have an ideal weight and I have to work on it. Maybe I should start exercising now. Nah…. I'm fasting, so no energy lah…  Maybe I'll start exercising after I've berbuka later. Nah… it's not a good idea to exercise after eating. Should I then start exercising before bedtime? Nah…. I'd go to bed tired, I'd have nightmares…. So then what? When? How?

Looks like I'm gonna have to postpone my intentions for now till Ramadhan ends…. It's not a good idea to be on a diet during Hari Raya anyway. I'll miss the best part of it, the goodies. So, I have till end of this month to enjoy sumptuous food and sedentary lifestyle. Thereafter, the torture begins. Till then, my mum would have to wrestle the ketupats out of my greasy hands, coz I'm not letting anyone spoil my oral fixation till I say I'm ready.

And oooh…. For berbuka today, I think I'll have ayam percik again, and ikan bakar, and pecal, and masak lemak, and otak-otak, and kuih pelita… and… and….. Oh darn! It's still 3 hours to go till iftar!   

Since the death of my hero, Steve 'the Crocodile Hunter' Irwin, I'm left with a sense of desolation. I don't know why. I've never even met the guy. I've never had any close or personal contact with him howsoever. Nonetheless, his demise brought tears to my eyes and left me feeling like I've lost my best friend.

I guess that's how the Croc Hunter was to many of us. Seeing his antics on TV and listening to him explaining the character of a particular crocodile, its likes and dislikes, its favourite things etc, I couldn't help but wonder if there actually are some kind of a crocodile kampung somewhere in the wild where all the crocs gather to chat and catch up on the latest gossips and that the dear Mr. Irwin must have been its penghulu or something. He seemed to understand each and every croc he came across.

His passion for crocodiles gave him his moniker. But in truth, it wasn't just crocodiles that he was crazy about. It was wildlife in general, in particular, the wild, untamed, dangerous, slithery type…...Snakes!!! I hate snakes! Always have and always will. As much as I too love animals, snakes are never one of them. If I have it my way, I'd kill each and every snake I come across, big or small, venomous or harmless. I've killed quite a number of them, and it's all only because they are what they are.  I just hate the way they look, the way they move, the way they hiss….. it's all so sinister.

Steve Irwin however, made me see snakes in a totally new perspective. They are just other living things that share this world with us human beings. They have as much right to be here as we do. They don't deserve to be killed just for trying to live their lives. I guess, Steve Irwin succeeds in educating people, me at least, that conflicts between snakes and people can be resolved without any party being killed. In that sense, I do have a sense of respect for snakes now than I did before. But this doesn't mean that I now find snakes to be beautiful animals. I think they are as evil-looking as ever, and I still hate snakes with every fibre of my being, but at least, thanks to him, I don't kill snakes anymore.

So, here's to my hero, the Crocodile Hunter, who have changed my world, may you rest in peace.

Is it just me or is daytime really as short as it seems?

When I was working, it took forever till lunch time. Then, I practically had to kill myself working so that i don't realize how slow time moves till office hours end.

Now that I'm not at work, time seems to fly by so fast, I don't even have time to breathe. Not that I have so many things to do, but since I've settled down with my unemployment, I found that I'm probably moving at siamese time. Everything I do seems s o o o  m u c h  s l o w e r.....  An hour in the shower. An hour getting dressed. An hour getting breakfast. By the time I'm ready to go out, I'm already 2 hours late!

Despite my supposed free time, I actually have no time to do a lot of things. I have been putting off going to the bank, stocking up my fridge, sending my baju raya to the tailor. I don't even have time to cut my nails...... (oh, ok... those who know me know that this is irrelevant as my nails are always long no matter how much time i have or don't have) Anyway,.... my point being, I may seem to have a lot of free time, but I never seem to get anything done. So, how?

I'm kinda worried. If I am too comfortable moving at this pace and not having deadlines to meet, I may just enjoy this type of life too much and not want to go back to practice law at all.....worse....I may not want to go back to work per se... and then what? Who's gonna feed me????

Maybe I should adjust my time back to normal... quicken my pace a lil' bit... perhaps even tidy up the desk in my bedroom which is so messy with so many documents that I have collected since, what.... 1999? Organizing papers and files may just do the trick... Who knows, I may find that I actually miss being at work after all.

Okay then... I'll do that starting tomorrow. Right now, I've gotta go to bed coz tomorrow I gotta get up at 10 instead of the usual 11.    

I'm at home now, at 3.45 in the afternoon, on a Thursday, not a public holiday in any state I know, fresh out of a job,…. and bored out of my skull……

Yesterday was my last day at work. So, today is supposed to be the 1^st day of my liberation, so to speak. Woke up late, as should be expected, had breakfast at noon, watched a couple of DVDs, read a lil bit, watched TV, did my laundry….  had lunch at teatime... probably gonna have tea at dinnertime…..  Hmmmmph… I'm now officially running out of things I can do around the house…Thought of going out window shopping or something earlier today, but a lingering pain at my temple kept me indoors… I can feel that migraine lurking inside my head waiting to come out. Don't wanna trigger it out now.

Then, what am I suppose to do at home? Maybe I should start looking for a job… or not… Maybe I should write a book…. Nah… I'm content just writing in my blog(s). Maybe I should go somewhere, outta here, anywhere… I don't even need to come back so soon… Come to think of it, I will go somewhere… but in my own sweet time, no rush now. But the saner part of me kept telling me to plan my future right away. Find a job, open up my own firm, look at some investment prospects…. Whatever! Honestly, I don't know what to do right now. I wanna do the right thing, but what feels right is just to lay low and do nothing. Bored as I may be at home, I am, without doubt, totally and absofreakinglutely stress-free today…. And that my friend, is priceless……

So, I'm just gonna enjoy being lazy for now…. Just lie down on the couch sipping cola and munching on chips… no pain, no worries, ….life as I know it, is bliss….

Hmmm... what the heck does that mean, did'ja say???

It's French for "Saturday is my favourite day". I said it for a number of reasons:-

1)   I don't have to go to work. I can wake up at 11 if I feel like it and do whatever I want for the rest of the day;

2)   It's time to catch up on my reading. I haven't been reading as much as I used to lately. Must read.... membaca menambah pengetahuan!!!!

3)   It's laundry day!!!! Not that I particularly love doing laundry.... but I like the smell of fresh clothes.. and emptying the laundry basket means chores completed... so I can sleep in peace, knowing that I still have clean clothes to wear on the next working day..

4)   It's leisure day for me... aside from the chores, if any (which I don't really have to do anyway if I don't fancy doing it). I normally go out on Sundays.. it's a shopping, jalan-jalan kinda day. Saturday on the other hand, is more laid-back for me as I can sleep all day after an exhausting week at the office.

5)   Reason No. 5 is why I'm writing this today..... Now, .... believe it or not, I'm actually at the office!!!  Yeah..... I know, I said I don't have to work on Saturdays.... yeah, I know, it's my leisure day,..... yeah, I know I should be doing laundry at home, or read a book, or watch TV........whatever!!!! But what if I actually come to office on this day? No harm done, really.... The only thing is.... there's nobody around, I can finish up my work in peace, no disturbing news, no annoying sounds, no clients barking up the phone, no boss chasing me up and down, no clerks asking me how this, how that ......NO DISTRACTION WHATSOEVER.... THIS IS HEAVEN, MAN!!!!

My sense of obligation more often than not compels me to do the unnecessary. Sure, it's unnecessary to be here today... but I sure don't regret it one bit. I get to finish up a lot of files today, and I'm so happy about it......

SAMEDI EST MON JOUR PREFERE!!!!

P/S: I LURVE THIS SNOWMAN...

I posted the earlier entry on April 12th...... I finally did it yesterday, June 5th. Hmmm.... took me long enough!!!

I wanted to tender on June 1st, but I fell ill on that day. So, I took an MC and forgot all about the resignation. Only remembered to do it on Monday the 5th.

Gave a 2 mths' notice as required by my contract of employment. My last day at this firm shall be on August 4th. but I guess I'll be gone long before that since I still have many days of annual leave allotted to me which I must utilise.

I surprised myself with that decision really,... since I kinda like it here.... but I guess, when you are being taken for granted, there's no point in waiting for things to change. Just get on with it, pack up and leave... I know I'll feel better once I'm out.

Till then.... I'm counting the days......

I WANNA QUIT MY JOB!!

I WANNA QUIT MY JOB!!

I WANNA QUIT MY JOB!!

I WANNA QUIT MY JOB!!

I WANNA QUIT MY JOB!!

I WANNA QUIT MY JOB!!

I WANNA QUIT MY JOB!!

Next question is....

CAN I DO IT TODAY????

Big day came and went, and I'm still standing. Life, as I know it, goes on.....

I had an epiphany recently.

..well, maybe more of a physical sign than an epiphany,  but I like the sound of that..... E-PI-PHA-NY...... it kinda roll off your tongue effortlessly.

Anyway, last week, one wheel came off my chair at the office. It got me thinking, Am I so heavy now that I've started damaging things just by putting my bum on it? But as usual, I let it go.......

Then, last friday, another one came off....... errrggghhh!!!!!

 

THAT'S IT!!! I'M GETTING MYSELF AN EXERCISE MACHINE!!!

Don't wanna join a gym coz I know I'll find all sorts of excuse not to go, eventhough I've already paid.... so, a machine at home is a safer bet,  even if i don't use it. At least, knowing that I can get on it anytime I want will be a consolation.....  Like they say, it's the thought that counts!!!!

Muaaaahahahahaha ........

It's almost a month to go before I turn another year older..... but the usual gloom has slowly and steadily crept in...... So, I'm now officially having birthday blues...........        

Remembered what my Tok did when she was alive... Upon turning 60 years old, she apparently stopped aging..... She lived till a ripe old age of 72, so for the last 12 years of her life, if anybody asked, she'd say she's 60..... never gotten any older than that..... !!! 

Perhaps I should do the same........ although.... I'm not waiting till I'm 60!

HEAR YE! HEAR YE!! LET IT BE KNOWNST THAT I SHALT HENCEFORTH CEASE TO HAVE BIRTHDAYS AND SHALT FOREVER REMAIN ...............18?

Oh, what the heck!!! Let it come, let it roll, let it embrace me with full force. Vanity is soooooo beneath me...... I'm not gonna be like any other woman who laments aging ...... it's so conceited, such false pride..... I'm not one of those narcissistic buffoons! So, this is not gonna bother me this year. The day will come, yes it will and oh, so gloriously too..... but I will be unperturbed... it's just another new day, baby..... and I'll still be standing when it passes by... unshaken, unnerved, unaffected.....

...but errrr..... let me hasten to add that this doesn't mean I'm gonna tell ya how old I am... so, don't ask!!

Alas, AGE IS JUST AN ISSUE OF MIND OVER MATTER......., IF YOU DON"T MIND, IT DOESN"T MATTER!!!!