Of Busybodies, KL, good friends and resolutions...

To everyone who knows, I was in KL for the weekend. To everyone whom I do not know (Personally…) but sibuk-sibuk nak tau, I was in KL, not as if it’s such a big deal.

I got to know about some bloggers’ tendency to be overly critical about everyone, even those they do not know in person. In this case, I was told by another blogger that I another blogger thought that I whined a lot. For frikkin' sakes, I didn't even know that he/she exists! I have to admit, these species fascinated me in a disgusting way. How do you define people who do not have a life and whose thrills evolves around somebody else's blog alter ego? Heck, we could always look to these people for an idea of a suitable definition.

So what if I know a certain anak si pulan? Does it change the way the whole universe works? Does it reverse the big bang? No right? And plus, the saddest thing was that these people seemed to get a kick of asking another blogger about other bloggers whom they thought they are directly affiliated with.

By the by, I am fearlessly defensive of my good friends. you mess with them, you mess with me. I seriously do think that these people need to get their own life and stop being so interested in other people's, for once.

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On a lighter note;

1) Just how many flyovers do KL-lites need?
Lots.

My second drive into KL was tougher than the first one. I actually drove to KL for a certain work related matter last two months. That was easier because it was straight to Jalan Imbi.

This trip however, I drove to Bangi and had to figure out how to get to Mutiara Damansara from there. Thanks to a good friend, I eventually got my ass to The Curve, not before taking a wrong turn into Damansara Uptown and after that, into OU.

I was bloody helling all the time. But it was thoroughly educational. Not that I am looking forward to getting lost again. MRRs and SMARTS? I will never know how many ‘alternative routes’ are there to so many areas. I only had to deal with two things in JB, small roads and main roads.

I guess you will have to get lost first before you can drive around frikkin’ KL right? And I actually guided someone who is a KL - lite to Mutiara Damansara. Maybe I am pretty good at this whole navigation thingie, just don’t leave me without a phone and a friend who knows how to give directions.

D, thanks a bundle dude!

KL was so refreshing. Meeting my good friend, Sheryl was even more refreshing. I have not been catching up with her for a few months, and since I am often in KL for a limited time only (Macam free gift yang comes with Colgate la plak.) she has always made sure that we spent at least sometime together.

Thanks Darl!

And as for the people to whom I called or SMS, well, I didn’t get to see you guys ‘kerana kesuntukan masa’ but I would if I did have time.

2) How much do you have to pay for 4 wrong turns in KL and two right ones?

Apparently, 30 bucks.

Me and Sheryl @ a Mamak

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I celebrated the arrival of 2008… with hope.

I was feeling kind of happy, at the time, although I had to rush from home straight after driving back from KL. Picked Kak Neesa and her sister and drove to my ex work place for the celebration.

I had two other NYE invitations, one from Annabella which was an all girl do and one from C who was bringing the house down with the boys. I chose Kak Neesa because she called me first.

I am just happy to still be alive and to have the opportunity to live it up. I am grateful for all the good friends that i have had the good luck of knowing.

My resolution? Only one… and that is to Stay Happy.

Happy New Year Ya’ll. Have a Blessed 2008!

Me and my Partner(s) in Crime

Gimme a second...

‘Have a nice life.’

That was the final SMS, I am more disappointed more than I am sad.

It’s okay… I gather.

Here’s to a nicer life.
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We had our sales convention and annual dinner in Malacca. I love that dress don’t you?

And I did manage to enjoy myself although my brain was a mess. You know how some people are allergic to milk and others to alcohol? I am allergic to men I figured. Anybody want to be my lesbo partner? And I actually called Aish (my lesbo drink partner) to confide in her. She is with the most gorgeous English woman I have ever met. Aish was considering migrating to the UK to be with her.

Aish, told me this;

“Never hope, but KNOW that somehow your life will work out, irregardless of circumstances.”

Makes sense I thought.

Anyway, here are the rest of the pictures. Not many but still...

I am Woman... hear me whine...

I am guilty of not being much of a blogger for the past week.

I am still waiting for the phone line to be installed. Actually went back to Telekom again to check on the status. You know how it is with their customer service right? Together with Maybank’s hopeless CS division, they could share the award for the worst Customer Support team in the world.

Let me see, my week long leave was boring, last weekend was okay as we had the sales convention and all (And I get to meet with The Acquaintance) and for this week, I got myself a pair of low waist jeans at a steal of a price from Dorothy Perkins, the only place that makes my size and I am looking forward for the weekend because I will be in KL yo! Fer real yo!

The most important thing is that I am officially detached from the one person who kept on hurting and hurting me over and over again. I am totally single and though the thought kept on popping up in my head, you know what? There will always be things that you could not get because you don’t deserve it.

In this case, I don’t deserve such bad treatment from this person. So I walk. Fair enough I gather.

Yes, this experience makes me more bitter than what I used to be, but it’s an experience that will hopefully help me in fending off bastards in the future.

There are a lot of bastards out there. it’s just hard to pick then out from the crop.

I am not used to getting what I want, personal life wise… and that’s okay. I know a few women who are going through what I am struggling with right now, and we are always telling ourselves that we will bounce back from this.

Fahrin stood by me like a big brother I never had. The Acquaintance listened to my pathetic melodramatic phonecalls and everyone else in the circle simply tried to lift me up.

The only consolation we have is in our work. Work is predictable and it is something that you can control. Relationships are, by our standard, still is rocket science, and launching satellites hold no significance whatsoever in my life goals.

So here’s to a bastard free 2008!

Resolution? This is one you dumbass!

If you don’t want a certain person in your life, say so.

If you never genuinely wanted to even be with someone even if it’s for the weekend, say so.

If that person knows for sure that she or he doesn’t mean anything more than a mere fuck to you, there is absolutely no harm in being honest.

THAT’S A FACT!

Hell no I am ever going to do this for anybody anymore. Okay then, I am only going to use you for money… that is exactly what you want me to take you as anyway.

Sekitar Perkahwinan Sepupuku sebilik mandi

As promised... Here are the pics...

The Night before Nikah;

I tried many shots with the 'Pelamin' (Diaz), turned out that this shot looks nice. I personally love the lightings. It goes with the Gold theme we were going for. Took shots also of the 'Hantaran' on the orange gold bed sheets that was inherited for like years now. (Posibbly older than moi!). it turned out alright though you reckon?

Took time out to take pictures of Yasmin, our youngest cousin. She loves being photographed. This pose of hers came out of nowhere.

The 'Berinai' ceremony was done in a small scale, in a small room, by people who are shorter than me Ie - small -er. Hahahaha....

Day after - The Akad nikah

One word, chaotic. I took half day off and rushed to my Grandparents'. These pictures were taken moments before the Akad was said. I was at that moment standing in a tight spot taking care not to rub anyone the wrong way by being the only female so called 'photographer'.

New member of the family, my cousin's husband, biting the dust.

The Hantaran from the husband's side.

Me in pink baju kurung, living up to my name (Hahahaha!) and me with my cousin. I changed because the weather was hot and I had to run there and here outside. My grandma said I look like 'Amoi Cina Sesat'.

Took time out again to take picture of Yasmin.

The night after the akad nikah - Bersanding.

We follow through with the tradition. That night, we go with the bersanding ceremony. I don't really know the flow of things and but I agreed with it because it will be hot and sweaty if we are to do the 'merenjis-renjis' thingy in the afternoon. Here my Grandpa kickstart the ceremony, followed by a host of other seniors in the family.

Remember the zapin dude I was talking about in my previous post? Here they are, they were really good and we enjoyed the whole performance. What's more, there was a live Ghazal band to accompany the dance.

We even had a 'Joget lambak'... and my Aunts join in. My zapin is a bit rusty so I took pictures instead.

The Wedding - And the Chaos begun...

There was a Khatam Quran in the morning, which I didn't attend (I was on my feet from 8 pm to about 2 am, I couldn't wake up!)

Bunga Telur in a basket... I was the 'egg girl' for a while.

The 'Flower Girl' who fell asleep when the groom arrived.

The groom arriving rolling in whit his entourage.

Anna and the 'pantin'.

The week after - Groom's reception

The theme for the bride side was pink. I was in a pinkish purplish kebaya nyonya and everyone else was in pink stuff.

Organizing the procession into the groom's house.

I am not kidding about the pink part. Barbie would have envied us for real!

Ah heck... I decided to be in front of the camera at the end of the day. It was tiring, but not as tiring as the reception on the bride's side. My God I looked fat in this picture... 3 kGS lost don't show here at all!!

Tagged!

Foreword; Akak hates working with racists. This is my first time working with such a management.

The thing is, the person in question I.e. my boss is not even capable of doing her job, so much so that we have zero respect for her. Plus, it is so fuckin’ obvious that it is all in the color of the skin.

If like that, how?

Anna reminded me to never quit a job without another job in hand. I will not do so, but I do want to leave as soon as possible, to avoid further humiliations, just because I don’t look yellow and just because I refused to suck up to an anti-social.

Anyway… I am scouting around for a job now. If nak tolong sila.

BTW, I have been tagged by DNAS, and since I am in no mood to work for a racist, here it is!

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1. Name one person who made you laugh last night.

*Fahrin. He was groped by a guy at our friendly neighborhood pub while hanging out with his friends. Got so grossed out that he asked me to grope him to up his ‘saham’ value.

2. What were you doing at 0800?

Driving on the highway to work with India Arie blasting on the car stereo.

3. What were you doing 30 minutes ago?

Called customers on failed deliveries and discussing with my boss on my leave clearance (Balance 12 hari tuh!!!).

4. What happened to you in 2006?

Had two break ups, one emo breakdown, and things only my closest friends know about. It was a bad year for me.

5. What was the last thing you said out loud?

Who attended to this prospect? To my colleagues.

6. How many beverages did you have today?

As of 11.19 am, one mug of coffee.

7. What color is your hairbrush?

Black and blue.

8. What was the last thing you paid for?

Lunch RM 4.50.

9. Where were you last night?

Drinking session with friends at TGIF.

10. What color is your front door?

For now, an ugly light blue, which will be changed to a delicious warm brown.

11. Where do you keep your change?

Purse, car, and office drawer.

12. What’s the weather like today?

Cloudy, hujan lebat gila.

13. What’s the best ice-cream flavor?

Cherry Garcia from Ben & Jerry’s, Baskin Robbin’s peanut butter and chocolate and Haagen Dazs’ Chocolate & Rum.14. What excites you?Money.

15. Do you want to cut your hair?

No, want to keep it long.

16. Are you over the age of 25?

Yes.

17. Do you talk a lot?

Depending on the mood and the person. I don’t talk much if I don’t like that person.

18. Do you watch the O.C.?

Stick thin Mischa Barton and boring looking American teenagers? Noooo.

19. Do you know anyone named Steven?

Steven Foh, one of our managers whose elaboration on cases are just idiotic!!

20. Do you make up your own words?

More like my own terms…my term for sex is now QC.

21. Are you a jealous person?

Rarely.

22. Name a friend whose name starts with the letter ‘A’.

Anna.

23. Name a friend whose name starts with the letter ‘K’.

Kai Ling.

24. Who’s the first person on your received call list?

Anna.

25. What does the last text message you received say?

’Paint?’ still not sure if he really meant ‘pain’.

26. Do you chew on your straw?

Nope.

27. Do you have curly hair?

Not on my head but yes down there…

28. Where’s the next place you’re going to?

Tea, with a friend at OldTown Coffee near my house

29. Who’s the rudest person in your life?

Till now, no one I know, but I do know for a fact that most of the Singaporeans I dealt with (Over business) are rude.

30. What was the last thing you ate?

Rice, chicken, cabbage and tofu.

31. Will you get married in the future?

Yes. Don’t know when and with whom.

32. What’s the best movie you’ve seen in the past 2 weeks?

On HBO, ‘Something New’ about interracial love.

33. Is there anyone you like right now?

The dude who turns me on because he knows Zapin *Fahrin and possibly The Acquaintance.

34. When was the last time you did the dishes?

Tuesday Evening. Yesterday I skipped dinner.

35. Are you currently depressed?More to frustrated and angry, ekchelly (Read above).

36. Did you cry today?

No.

37. Why did you answer and post this?

Because I don’t feel like working for a racist.

38. Tag 5 people who would do this survey.

- Sheryl
- Juan
- Des
- Izham
- Minah Sepet Aka Ms. D

Post Wedding, Post moving and a few curse words later...

Was away for the whole weekend.

My cousin’s wedding was horrifically interesting. Which further convinced me that what I want for MY own wedding (when it happens just don’t ask me when and with who), is none of those things.

No thanks Dad, but I don’t want to have pre-wedding kenduris, khatam Qurans and a band that has a dude who sings through his nose.

I will settle for the Ghazal and Zapin, we had a lot of fun with the Zapin.

Have to admit, (guy) Zapin turns me on… ihik… if a cute guy dances Zapin, he will be even more cuter. If a good looking dude do Zapin, he might have looked like Taye Diggs by my standards la kan. I found out that *Fahrin, the dude who was brought up in UK for the first 18 years of his life knows how to Zapin! I didn’t invite him to the wedding, as it was my cousin’s and I do not want to set tongues wagging. Never mind that I got so interested when he told me that he and his cousins know how to silat as well.

I was soooo turned on by that piece of info. A guy who speaks flawless English who knows how to Zapin and Silat???? He seriously starts to sound like the love of my life yang tak jadi itew.

So by now, you should have known that Sarcy’s type is a man who speaks English, who knows his roots, easy on the eyes, who knows exactly what he wants in life and how to get it, who gets along well with my parents, siblings, grandparents, aunties and uncles. Who would volunteer to be ‘tukang cuci pinggan dan mangkuk’ during any kenduri – kendara my family / extended family would be having and most importantly, who could handle my weird quirks and habits and my perfectionist syndrome but will still totally love me.

So I am not to be blamed (Completely) if I actually asked him to come away with me for a whole weekend and include him in my Bangkok trip due next year. He found my weak spot, Akak surrender!

Oh… totally unrelated but I saw Kevin Zahri for the first frikkin’ time… I think he is a looker but a bit poyo in every sense of the word.

*Which is still still not nama sebenar.

P/S – pictures Will be posted as soon as I have the time to upload it to the laptop!
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House moving is tiring, and when it involves what seemed like the whole extended family, it gets even more tiring.

To add to the whole drama, the movers (unprofessional ones) scratched our telly cabinet, broke the base of the piano, and threw away my book rack which I picked up from the garbage spot in front of our old house yesterday!!

Of course, being that the dudes were my Dad’s friends from work gave us no room to complain more. I being the control freak did not stop nagging for what may have been for the last 48 odd hours and my room is still a bleeding mess, except for my bed which could now be featured in an IKEA catalogue (The unloaded boxes around the room, notwithstanding).

I got to know that I won’t be having any internet for the next 2 weeks, phone line would only be installed within next week and that I have some furniture DIYs to do in the next 48 hours, starting with my parents bed frames. I can’t rely on anyone else who couldn’t differentiate between a screw to a nut!

So you tell me now… stress tak stress?

So if you are in JB and you happen to bump into a lady sipping glasses of iced mocha, sitting cross legged at a corner in City Square’s Starbucks with a laptop and an invisible ‘I am fuckin’ pissed’ sign on her forehead for the next two weeks. That could be me. Please do approach with care.

**and yes, I am writing this entry in the office in less than 10 minutes. I happened to be a fast typer (is there even such a word?).