Records set. History made.

I drank EIGHT cups of Milo yesterday. Have I earned that reward or have I EARNED that reward? Oh yeah oh yeah oh yeah oh yeah.

Oh. And this is my two-hundredth post! WOOHOOO! Who knew. When my blog was on blogblock and protest for hmm..a year...who knew it'd revive and be zestier than ever!!

And today, I completed my 2-month training as a Vacation Trainee in PricewaterhouseCoopers Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia!

And today, erm...I can't think of much. It's still much too early.

If you tune in later, there might be changes to this post!

So, stay tuned! =)

Setting a record.

Having nothing to do in office, and adding to that, very very limited internet access, I have decided. I'm going to set a record.

For the most Milos drank in a day at the office.

It's 11.45am and I'm at my fourth cup.

Yesterday all in all I had five cups. Today I shall have MORE!!! MORE MORE MORE!!!

I will then turn into MILO GIRL! And have powers like MILO Ventimiglia! Weeeee...!!!

The sugar is getting to me, you see.

A driving tip.

The next time you're driving in a REALLY heavy rain and your vision of the road becomes like


to avoid crashing your car into the vehicle in front of you, thus saving your ears from suffering endless blabber about how you should drive carefully in the rain...you should be a more responsible driver...do you know how much the repairs will cost...insurance people won't cover you cause they don't like your name...you killed my wife! and of course saving the accident from burning a hugemongous hole in your pocket from forking all the money out to make the mechanic able to buy a bungalow in Tropicana Heights (or some other expensive place),

all you have to do is....

wear sunglasses.

I'm serious. Just put them on every time your vision gets blurred by the heavenly waters from the skies.

You see, as much as I deduced, as the glasses are dark and tinted, the lights will stand out, making car lights and road lights way clearer and somehow it helps to block out the blurness caused by the rain.

This will work even MORE efficiently when it's dark.

Try it!

Fully PricewaterhouseCoopers-ed.

During the VT Reception yesterday, I "volunteered" to give a short speech about my experience as a VT in the SPA Assurance line of service.

And now, thanks to that "volunteering", I am now equipped with PricewaterhouseCoopers merchandise - PricewaterhouseCoopers cap (which everyone received), PricewaterhouseCoopers net-pouch-thing, PricewaterhouseCoopers Walking Tall notepad, PricewaterhouseCoopers paper clip, PricewaterhouseCoopers bigheaded stapler, and PricewaterhouseCoopers ballpoint pen.

To add to that list, during the induction at the very start of my trainee program, I received a PricewaterhouseCoopers bag, PricewaterhouseCoopers paper folder, PricewaterhouseCoopers (no I'm not sick of typing the word one by one yet) ballpoint pen, PricewaterhouseCoopers Walking Tall notepad and PricewaterhouseCoopers Quench drinking water.

And to still add to that list, I obtained from my senior during my MediaPrima engagement a PricewaterhouseCoopers test pad.

By Thursday, I'll be able to obtain a fully PricewaterhouseCoopers-provided testimonial, with 3 of my PricewaterhouseCoopers appraisal forms, and I can formally add PricewaterhouseCoopers Vacation Trainee to my resume.


Oh, by the way, I have a sure-fire way of allowing your biggest boss (mine would be Dato' Johan, Executive Chairman, PricewaterhouseCoopers Malaysia) to remember you! Now keep your eyes wide open.

All you have to do is, you have to give a speech and at the start of the speech, thank him for taking him time out for making an experience. Then say "OOPS!" and continue on with the word you meant to say - appearance. And then you do have to conveniently forget one of your punchlines of the day where you DON'T say "VTs are at the bottom of the food chain". And of course, stutter and mess up throughout the speech.

Tried and tested.

NOW, be the 18th sms through to let me know how many PricewaterhouseCoopers were mentioned in this article and you stand to win a goodie bag from zippyapplechunks.blogspot.com!

Send PwC <space> Your Name <space> The Answer and send to 84452. Each sms costs $5. Standard telco rates apply.

Oh. So that's why.

It finally dawned on me why fashionable bags keep getting larger and larger, and skirts/shorts keep getting shorter and shorter.

This is so that...

when the said-wearer-and-carrier sits down, they are able to use their bags to cover up what their skirts/shorts can't.

Like...INGENIOUS!

Know the difference?

Have you always wondered about the difference between all the titles of the royalty?
Why are some Datuk and some Dato'?
Why is one a Tengku and the other a Tunku?
Why are some people Yang Mulia and some others Yang Berbahagia?

I'm sure this will enlighten you.

Happy birthday Shin!

I don't know if you still visit here often, or even if you occasionally drop by.
I don't see you online, and your blog is well...dead..., and I don't know your UK number. *hint* Give it to me ya. =)

But I'd like to wish you a very HAPPY BIRTHDAY anyway.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY my dear. May your 22nd birthday be one where your wishes are fulfilled, and those who do not know how to appreciate you will feel their loss.

Love you loads and miss you loads.

New Scare Threat.

As kids, our parents always had threats to scare us from doing something that they don't want us doing.

For example, in my family (at least among my cousins), there's the "mata will come and catch you if you don't behave". There's also the "Godzilla come and eat you up" or the "boogie man will catch you if you are naughty" or the "Hor...be naughty lah. Santa won't give you any presents this year.".

Yesterday, I was at the McDonald's in Plaza OUG when there was this girl who was climbing up and down the railings and up and down the chair.

And her father said "You want to end up like Sharlinie is it?" and she sat down quietly straight away.

I know you won't.

I know you don't mean to be mean to me
'Cause when you want to you can make me feel like we belong
We belong
Lately you make me feel all I am is a back-up plan
I say I'm done and then you smile at me and I forget
Everything I said

I buy into those eyes
And into your lies

You say you'll call, but I know you
You say you're coming home, but I know you
You say you'll call, but I know you won't
You say you'll call, but I know you won't

I wish you were where you're supposed to be
Close to me
But here I am just staring at this candle burning out

And still no sound

Of footsteps on my stairs
Or your voice anywhere

You say you'll call, but I know you
You say you're coming home, but I know you
You say you'll call, but I know you won't
You say you'll call, but I know you won't

You say you'll call, but I know you
You say you're coming home, but I know you
You say you'll call, but I know you won't
You say you'll call, but I know you won't

It can't get more emo than this song.

Konsert Tukarkaki.

JOHN won tickets to Switchfoot!!!!

I think he won two.

I wonder who he's going with. *hint*

But so lucky. Sigh. Too bad I can't listen to FlyFM at work. Though it's being aired in the same building as I am.

If not, I also want!!!

I want tickets.

If you have any, and you not planning to go, give me ya. Thanks.