Thursday, December 25, 2008

The week I had a lot of fun!

For once, I didn’t think about work. Well I did have to go on a conference meeting on early Tuesday morning but that came with the job I guess, but I had fun...

Well first of all, I want to post this up, courtesy of Ms. Sophie Miller and tell everyone that who the hell cares... keep on blogging!


The latest addition to our very big family is little Baby A. So going according to the tradition, we had a potong jambul ceremony for him. It was a blast. I invited Anna along and well... safe to say that Anna had a bigger blast than I did. Haha!




My crazy cousins (and Anna) scrambling for some cash



Anna and me, still awake for more than 24 hours



The day after, we went to a relative’s wedding do. It was hot but we were just glad that we have our own spot under a tree...




And then because we only happened to have a lot of time and we were kind of bored, my mum announced that we are going to go for a one day trip to our favorite state; Melaka.





Don't ask me why, we just love Melaka. And we had fun!

And right after we touched down in JB, I got ready and pimp it up for a christmas party at Bar Banyan.

I loved it... thanks Anarch-y, you know who you are!

Sunday, December 14, 2008

Hmm...

I dressed up, made myself up to this;


and... decided to stay at home.

I am getting weirder and weirder by the day.

--

Anyway, I found this at Aspiring Scifighter’s blog, and I realized that hell, being at UK size 10 is not bad at all.


Just one problem, I am in Malaysia, and to all Malaysians, the smaller, the comel – er, the better.

See I am not kidding when I say that I am not going to end up with anyone local. I don't think I could ever get to be a size 0 ever (I mean, like wtf, who could ever fit into a size ZERO?)

Oh well... I will have to learn how to be totally satisfied with what I have I guess. I am deliriously happy that I have dropped another 5 KGs on top of the 10 KGs I lost last month.

I am a (Sort of) happy woman now.

And it’s less than two weeks to 2009, a couple of months before my painful 3-OH and one month to book a reservation at a beach resort for my solo birthday vacation.
All of the sudden, there are too many things to do in so little time!

Thursday, December 11, 2008

This is one creepy shit!

Firstly,

Dear ‘you know who you are’,

Thanks babe for your message on FB. I am going to take your advice, mainly I because I don’t think I want to be a part of this anymore. I will refrain from being … well… in a word… bitchy.

Thanks Babeh… Thank you very much!

--

Oh yeah… about my nightmare, the one I had at my Aunt’s place in Ampang. My aunt’s house is huge. It is a 3-storey semi-D. Well, it’s huge to me anyway.

Aside from the fact that there are actually foxes roaming around the area and also that the house had been broken in several times despite the high tech dunno-what alarm system that was installed, the house is actually pretty cool. It has 6 bedrooms, a media room (PS, TV, DVD player with complete sound system and all the things that I couldn’t be bothered with actually…) and a huge balcony up front. They even have a small shack at the backyard to store things in.

We usually would joke saying that the shack ‘boleh buat tempat tunggu durian runtuh.’ Thank God no durian trees. I personally like to spend my time reading the book collections that my Aunt has. Yes, I am just geeky that way. I am trying to ‘cultivate’ a bit of Pratchett and Gaiman in her reading preferences. She can buy the books, and I can read them. Heh…

The house had always looked kind of shady, yeah… because of the big trees that surrounds it. The guest room that I was sleeping in was equipped with heavy old furniture and old fashioned build in wardrobe. It has an aircond to which I was indifferent to because I am someone who is very sensitive to cold temperatures (simply, someone who hates airconds). One part of the walls were painted with a dark burgundy shade.

In the day, it looks nice, at night, it’s another story.

My cousin was supposed to sleep with me that night, but she fell asleep in the media room in front of the PS and TV. So I ended up sleeping there alone.

I woke up to find the aircond on, so I opened my eyes to reach the remote on the wall.

And then I saw a flashing shadow of someone walking quickly in front of the dresser’s mirror. I sat on the bed not knowing what to do. I could have walked out of the room, but something else in my head was telling me to stay.

So I stayed. The hair at the back of my head was standing up.
It was about 4am. I tried to go back to sleep, my whole body under the quilt.

And then about 1 hour later, I woke up again, this time again, the aircond was on, and now the quilt was tucked nicely covering just the bottom part of my PJ clad body.

Honestly, I still couldn’t figure out if what I had was only a nightmare, or that it really did happen.

But still, it was creepy as hell, mainly because I still didn’t know if it actually happened or not. Maybe the next time, I will just sleep on the couch in front of the TV. At least there are no mirrors there.

Monday, December 8, 2008

What I did on Raya Haji weekend…


Thursday
- Was on leave… but I went to work for about 2 hours. Workaholic? Yes I am… no life.
- Starbucked at The Curve, people watching at the same time… thanks to God given female peripheral vision. Nice X’mas decoration.

Friday
- Still on leave. The plan was to get up and drive to Pavilion to buy JCo donuts… which never happened that day.
- Went for lunch with my aunt.
- Got hooked to Diner Dash. Now trying to finish off Diner Dash Hometown heroes… Yeah I know… like wtf right?
- Diner Dashing until 9 pm. Slept in front of my laptop.
Saturday
- Got up at 6 am and watched TV while munching on Keropok in the living room.
- Went for breakfast with both my Aunt and Uncle. Diner Dashing some more.
- Caught The Namesake movie directed by Mira Nair. Umm… it sucked… the ending was lame. Preferred the book as usual.
- Diner Dashing some more.
- It was raining so never got to Pavilion that day.
- Slept at 8.00 pm and woke up at 2.30 am to find my cousins who came up from JB for a surprise Raya Haji visit.

Sunday
- Woke up at 7.00 am and went to Puchong to my other Aunt’s house to help out with the cooking for Raya Haji.
- Got molested by my two year old cousin (She is a girl) who sneaked in a piece of card into my boobs for God knows what reasons. I am thinking maybe… ATM? So obligingly, I gave her RM 1.
- Played MATRIX on PS2. Eesh… lame bebenar.
- Went back home and washed up before going to Ampang to another Aunt’s house and spent the night there.
- Had a nightmare… seriously creeping me out. Never will I sleep in that room on the third floor again!

Monday
- Woke up at 5 am and Diner Dashed because was creeped out by the nightmare I had until 7 am.
- Took shower, put on my good clothes and MAKAN!
- We had typical Johorean style Raya feast. Everything is on the menu. From Ketupats to lontongs, from Sayur Lodeh to Sambal Goreng, from Sambal tumis to Sambal Sotong, from Rendang Daging to Ayam aaaaannnnndddd….. Briyani Gam Ayam and Daging. Found out our two year old cousin calls Ketupat as ‘Top-up’.
- We also had cakes and chocolates, which we happily ‘belasah’ while watching some lame ass teen flick on Starmovies.
- Diner Dashing some more. Finished two levels!
- Drove back home and went to work like usual.

I am currently on my workaholic mode (am on my 15 mins break) but nevertheless Selamat Hari Raya Aidiladha everyone!

Thursday, December 4, 2008

Oooh that is sooo shallow... *roll eyes*


Most of the guy friends I have is realistic enough to know that if you don’t look good yourself, there will be no way for you to get a gorgeous drop dead Milla Jovovich look alike as your girlfriend. (Unless of course you have a pocketful of Moolah!).

Totally out of context… I think Milla Jovovich is GORGEOUS… she is an ass kicking cool zombie fighting chick… ok… in the movie she is, but still. I love her… she rocks.

Anyway, back to the subject of men who are unrealistic or ‘delusional’ as it seemed that this word had been associated a lot with me lately (Bleagh!).

I like a man not because of how he looks like, I like a man based on his mind, how he talks, how he acts and all the other clichéd stuff. It will be a bonus however if he has a cute bum… and a sweet body… but what are the odds of me getting that eh? I have inferiority complex, as quoted by my friends, often it would be because I am not making as much money as the guy, which I was told is actually not a big deal at all. However, it is to me.

Carried away again… ummm… oh yes… I have two guy friends who are categorized in the delusional type. They are not good looking and they do not have bank accounts that’s comparable to frikkin’ KJ (uuuu… sensitive tu…) even. They don’t drive beemers or benzes. They also don’t drive Peugeots or Alpha Romeos. They drive Protons and … Protons.

But they are as dark and legam as KJ.

Still they only date quote ‘cute girls’ unquote.

Of course, it is a free world. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder and all that crap. But these two guys are the shallowest men I know. The women they date must be skinny, must be fair and must be tall.

They are not that tall themselves, FYI.

They actually announced to the whole world that those are their criterias and nothing will be in their way.

They fess up that their priority is how the girls look like, not how they think or talk. The girl could stutter and say 3 words for the whole 5 hours but if she looks like Sofea Jane, jalan je.

I don’t think I understand the need for men to search for perfection despite the lack of perfection on their part.

What I learnt from this however is this either shows us women as the smarter gender or the weaker ones. Smart because we know enough to not judge a book by its’ cover or weak that we rather take on any men who come our way and don’t bother to even choose.
Hmm…

P/S : On the other hand, it’s really funny when people say that I am delusional just because I ‘happened’ to have lots of bastards chasing me around. Women don’t have to be gorgeous to have lowlifes asking for their phone number. Uncute women still have frikkin’ pussies right? Yeesh! Think people THINK!

Tuesday, December 2, 2008

... Aannd there's this itch to get something brand new


Whenever I feel like doing yet another big purchase (Ie; a car), I felt this heavy feeling of letting my Wiwa go.



Afterall, it is my first car (aside from the second hand kancil I bought years ago).



I have my eye(s) on this cutey, Honda City 2008;




It goes with my budget and it looks sexy…



But I am still not sure about letting Wiwa go. She is my first Baby… :(



What do you guys think? I am actually thinking about it because my relatives (and friends) said the value for Wira is going to depreciate even more if I don’t let it go soon. But I love my Wiwa…

Monday, December 1, 2008

During the weekends I…


… Went back to JB!

…Right after work. The drive was as usual, not too bad, as I was doing 120-140. Left KL at 8 am (Give and take) and arrive around 11 – ish (Give and take). Slept like a baby for the first time in a long time.

I went over to TGI for dinner with Anna. Initially, we had planned to go for an all girl club night and it so happened that a friend of ours met with an accident and Anna had to be around to help him. Nevertheless, arriving in TGI in my jeans (with heels, of course) and to find her coming in a dress because the original plan was to be dressed to the nines was somewhat… nice, in a way. I told her that my dress is much too… umm… ‘dressy’ ie revealing for a dinner in TGI.

So we had dinner with intervals of heartbreak stories. Both of us are never lucky in love. I guess that brought us closer, in a pathetic way.

But we are going to pucker up and just move on. What we have left is our pride, no matter how shriveled and insignificant it had become.
And it felt so good to later meet up with a good guy friend of mine, Chandra. It has been ages since we last met. Actually it was last year’s Raya when I organized an open house for my close friends. Over jug(s) of beer, we talked, reminisced and were the last people to leave the pub.

It was a nice closing to the evening.

…Found out that J is diagnosed with cancer

J is 31, young, successful and he broke the news to me over the phone that he has cancer.

I was shocked and was speechless. The reason for this is very clear. I have lost a couple of friends to the disease before. Both who had been very dear to me. Sadly, I was not around when they passed.

I wish I have the resources to get on a flight and fly to London to be with J. Even though I know it will not be enough, the least I can do is to be there for him. The last time I saw him was 2 years ago.

And this had me feeling down the whole weekend and even now.

I just gave up on the man I love so much, and losing a friend would be devastating.

… Was annoyed and disgusted

I was on my way back to KL doing my usual 120-140 on the highway when I received a call from a friend.

Just when I thought it is over and done with, it came up again. This reminded me of petty arguments and bitch fests we had in boarding school.

I see it this way…

If a person makes millions, let them. If that person can afford to spend their weekends overseas, let them. If that person prefers Mat Salehs to locals, let them. Is the fact that this person is able to live such a lifestyle get you all worked up because you can’t?

And personally, I just don’t care. I speak and write better English than Malay. Some people just feel more comfortable talking in English or any other language aside from Malay. If you have a problem with that… well… shame on you.

I don’t go for beemers or mercedeses or shit like that. I don’t care if that person makes millions or if that person went to any prestigious Malay crap of a college. I don’t care if you have 7 houses and you ‘try’ to live in all of them. (Which is seriously stupid and defeats the purpose of investing in properties if you ask me, but hey what do I know)

What I know is that if you are pretentious and you are a racist, you are out of my league.

But judging by the post that was mainly about three particular bloggers (Myself included), clearly, they don’t think that way.

And the response from the ‘anonymous’ commentators are almost generic. It’s boring, unoriginal and seemed like they are agreeing to whatever the writer is saying. Well, surely it has something to do with the fact that most of the people who dropped their comments are using anonymous pseudos.

What… ‘takut your blog will be next ke?’

And to think that these people have so much time on their hands googling somebody else’s details in the internet makes me wonder how do they make the time? I don’t even have the time to live my life let alone dishing on other people’s dirt.

But, I still believe in freedom of speech. People can talk, and it’s impossible to shut their gobs. So let them.

And this will be my last entry related to that other blog. I have a life to live (well… trying to) and deserving friends to support. I don’t have the luxury to Google about strangers and pass a judgment on them.

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Before I go...


I can’t wait for the weekends…

I want to go back and meet my dearest girlfriends. I miss them so much.

Also I have been running flat on things to blog about lately. Mind is consumed with a lot of things… work… work… work…

And I think I better start my swimming lessons soon. Haven’t been running the past few weeks also (Because of my spoilt runners la kan.)

I am also excited over my hair coloring appointment tomorrow. It’s the second time I am going to get my hair colored.

I don’t really like going to the salon to do my hair, actually. I can’t sit in one place doing nothing. That is also the reason why I rarely go to spas, facials and massages. Same reason… lying down on my back, with people kneading my face and body like dough is not what I have in mind as far as relaxation is concerned. That said, saya tak boleh manjadi teman se-spa siapa2 pun.

But this time, for the hair coloring appointment, it’s going to be different. It will… hihi… now that I no longer had to deal with people face to face, I can do crazy hair… and crazy colors. Oooh… exciting.

And tomorrow is Thanksgiving. I will be on PH and I also have dates with girlfriends… I feel like dressing up, and I feel like going to MAC and get a makeover… and buy stuff also la.

And being that I love bargains, bought a black blazer from G2000 at RM 179… I am loving it because it’s frikkin’ cheap… it was on 50% sale and I am so proud of myself. Next destination is to that hunk of a sale for shoes in Ikano. Uuuuuuu… cheap shoes…

I am such a sucker for these things.

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Update

This is getting more and more hilarious.

Now there is a blog dedicated to condemn the blogger whose 'passion' is to criticize other bloggers.

Personally, I just find this whole crap unbelievably funny. But, again, everyone is entitled to their opinion. I am all for freedom of speech. It makes life interesting innit?



To everyone who does not agree with this... well sock it up and close your blog -lah.

One more thing, I wonder if they get profit doing this whole lashing thing. I don't mind getting bad karma for cash.

(Weelll... maybe not.)

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

On a strange blogging spree…

I was out with the T-man for some drinks and the subject of conversation turned to what we want later in our life.


Not surprisingly, I went on about my career, where I want to be 5 years from now blabla. I have to admit, it did sound a bit like a job interview answer. The works, big position, big pay, big bank acct, big house, big car.


He smiled and said; “Hmm… wow… I just want to fall in love, get married and have kids, have an early retirement and stay here in Malaysia. Don’t think I’ll go back to the States.”


And then he asked me on exactly why my goals in life had nothing to do with my personal life.

“What do you mean it has nothing to do with my personal life? When I get ahead in my career, I’ll make more cash, when I have more cash, then I can do anything I want to do.”

He laughed before asking for another bottle of beer. Still chuckling he asked if that would include ‘ordering & financing’ a gigolo for my sexual needs, artificially inseminate myself to get kids and hiring a nanny to take care of them?


I kept quiet. I was not insulted or offended, but that just got me thinking. I was looking at the bottle of beer that was in front of me and was just… well … thinking about it.


“Hey… I am sorry if that rubbed you the wrong way.” He said when he noticed me keeping quiet and lightly touched my shoulders.

I shook my head, I mean, I was genuinely in my thinking man mode. It didn’t rub me the wrong way but it just got me… well… thinking.


Maybe I am missing out on the things that matters now. In my pursuit for everything powerful and materialistically driven, I have forgotten about the simple things in life. Life goals, not career goals. What I want, what I really really want.


The T-man gave me a much needed hug.


“Don’t worry, you’ll get around it.”


“Heh… Get around what?” I looked up to him.


“Around realizing what really matters… - Lah.”


I laughed. His attempt in sounding Malaysian always cracked me up.

I have just realized how much I loved the hug that he gave me just now. I realized that I haven’t been hugged for ages. For once, I felt… good… and kind of happy.


Eh… cold blooded bitches have feelings too … k?

Monday, November 17, 2008

Sick leave, big fat booty and porn... make sense?


I used to be flaky.

When I was just starting out in the 9-5 working girl world, I used to take a lot of sick leaves, on most occasion, is not that I was really sick… but I just felt like… ‘getting sick’.

Having a dumb boss didn’t make the situation any better too. Just the thought of sitting through one of her meetings with her inaudible English makes me want to just drop and faint.

High blood pressure.

I didn’t know what I was thinking, of course. I always used the whole ‘I am young and too dumb to know better’ excuse. After all, what is ‘youth’ without the occasional ‘foolishness’ and a sprinkle of ‘ignorance’?->which is really just pure bliss.

I have been working my ass for close to 10 years, building my resume and my credibility and now, like how I said in one of my previous posts, I am extremely defensive about my career. Furthermore when I am after all, alone and fully dependent on myself, my career is the only good thing I have going for me.

Men comes and goes, love appears and diminishes, but credibility… now that is indispensable.

So now, I have to deal with high turnovers, absenteeism, suspicious sick leaves and such. Thankfully, I have a couple of ladies I could trust at least in terms of attendance. Two extremely awesome ladies, and one awesome-er lady because she also doubles up as my best pal in the department.

Now I get to experience what my ex bosses feel when I was on my so called ‘sick leave’

Well, what goes around truly does come around.

10 years later, I have diligently come in to work even when I was sick.I have become one of the employees with too many sick leaves left unclaimed for the year… kira burn la RM300 over worth of benefits.
Aging has that effect on people. They somehow become more... responsible... and less carefree...

And really on a totally unrelated note, why is it that guys love to use the phrase;

"I don’t understand why you are not seeing someone, you are cool and you are attractive, I … I … just don’t understand."

Yeah… you… you… were just trying to get into my pants because of my big fat booty right?

On another totally, totally unrelated incident; saw a porn starring big assed mamas… OH MY GOD… I am positively ass-ified! I am talking about BIG ASSED MAMAS!

*Interesting though...*

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

It's inevitable, unfortunately...

My best friend got robbed in front of her house during the weekends.

She went back home at 5 am in the morning, opened her gates, got into her car and these men came over to her car, smashed her passenger car’s window and then took her handbag. Thankfully, nothing happened to her.

On her going back at 5 am in the morning, it’s a weekend, so can’t blame her for that.

Which brings me to the real issue. How safe are we nowadays? This has renewed my personal concern on myself. However, at the moment, I am just glad that I go to work when everyone else in the neighborhood is home and I come home when everyone else is already up.

Sometime this year, I was mugged in front of HSBC in uptown Damansara. This was a scary and also a lifechanging experience. It was scary because if not for the car that happened to drive my way at that time, I wouldn’t have any idea what the crooks would have done to me, life changing because I realized who really cared for me back then. My ex stood by me, my then boyfriend was busy with his fucking issues, which was nothing I know of.

I kept the whole episode well under wraps, except to my ex, my best friend and a few of my other close friends. I didn’t mention it to me my parents. They still somehow treated me like the baby of the family, which was ridiculous considering that I am almost 30. They might just call my office to tell them that I quit and will not be coming back for work because I will be relocating back to JB again.

My lost was about 3 Gs worth of my pay. Thankfully, I still have a bit left in my checking account and my ex chipped in so I was able to survive the month. But then, 3Gs already a lot of money. So from then onwards, I decided that I must stop being brave and just start being a typical woman.

What’s more important now, like how I told my best friend is that she is okay.

For all women out there. Don't ever think that these kinds of things would never happen to you. I had that thought before. I thought, hey, what are the odds of something like that ever happening to me, I mean, as in being mugged. I know to some people, in a perverted twisted kind of way, being mugged is an interetsting experience. But commonsense says that, being found dead in a ditch somewhere is never interesting is it?

Sunday, November 9, 2008

If you have haters, then you must be doing something right

Yeah, that was what ‘the T-man’ said about something that I complained to him about.

Owh... yeah really?

I was informed on Friday night about a blogger who apparently likes to criticize other bloggers, well simply because ‘kehausan’ idea la tuh kot. Another blogger told me about the blog and have urged me to go and drop my comment.

People must have thought I was crazy for laughing my ass off when I was reading the blog in Starbucks. It was welll. Funny.... as for leaving a comment, well... I figured, dropping my comment among people who commented anonymously is not my style. Let them be hating la... in the words of another criticised blogger; bukannya rugi apa pun.

Here I will give you haters more things to criticize about me in your obviously uninspired blog;

- I am a workaholic. I don't have a life.
- I drive a kereta tempatan, a wira to be exact.
- I make a measly salary every month, that’s why my splurge in branded items would not exceed 300 bucks. I tau pemblogger tersebut have more than I have.
- I am jinxed as far as men are concerned. I always meet people at the wrong places ie; Starbucks and Borders
- I don't subscribe to internet because – see point #3

Ishishish....

Putting it like how a Johorean would, kesiaaaaan....

To everyone else here who is curious about this person’s desperation to lift his/her umm... esteem... go to
http://piahzadora.blogspot.com/
knock yourself out dudes. Who knows, next one might be yours!

Friday, November 7, 2008

The day I thought I am going to be an idiot


Now don't get me wrong...

I am all for freedom of speech. I am also aware of the fact that anyone can now blog, even when that person can't write anything for peanuts.

If they can hit the keyboard, they can write, and hell... they can write about anything and everything under the sun. You can't blame them either for not knowing that their blog really sucked. Maybe nobody told them so.

Like really, to the brim of turning someone into an idiot. Like decreasing someone's IQ by a point every microsecond, if there is such a thing.

Things like what one buy when going out with the respective other halves, things like not knowing why they bought certain stuff, showy things, brand name dropping, baby wording and the likes. For what could have been a full half an hour, I was transfixed into the world of a Malay airhead.

Damn... I even had the word 'tantik tak?' going on rewind over and over again for hours after!

I even emailed the URL to my colleague simply because I couldn't believe that one could actually come up with something like....
'that'.

"OH MY GOD!" She exclaimed.

"I KNOW!" that was my only respond.

I know to a certain extend, I am being judgmental, but come on! that was the single most... stupid half an hour I have ever had. I gained nothing from it, except that the author of that blog bought a kimono night robe at a certain lingerie shop and she didn't actually know it was a kimono robe.

Huh?

Come on fellow bloggers, if you want to blog about the things you bought, if you want to make free advertisements about it, do it...
tastefully. There is no use annihilating the rest of the population with your ... umm... bimbo-ism. Because honestly, it is kind of disturbing.

It reflects on who you are, these kinds of things. Seriously!

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

Rambles part ... ummm... I don't know... how many has it been so far?


Well… Obama won… so the Americans are not ‘intellectually challenged’ after all.

My American friends called me up earlier to inform me of the results. Well, at least, now they have someone who could hopefully do better stuff.

Where does that leave us Malaysians?

Yeah... by the way things are going… we’re screwed.
--
‘Ha’ah… ada cawat.’

My initial response to that was a genuine honest ‘Huh?’. The seamstress looked up to me, pointing to that baggy part of the pair of jeans, the crotch area.

‘Sini, orang panggil cawat.’

Owh. I didn’t know that. Cawat translated meant loincloth.

‘Ok. Betulkan lah.’

I sent a pair of jeans for alteration last weekend. The jeans was one size bigger. To my surprise it costs me 80 bucks. That’s almost half of what I paid for the pair. Simply put, I could get two pairs of the darn jeans with that kind of money. The jeans itself costs me 190+.

So I did the math. Dammit! Saya bukan pengguna lestari! And I just contributed to the inflation rate.

--
I have made up my mind and I am going to do it.

I will march to the damn store and buy the damn thing. I need it! It was last week when I found out in horror that the ones I own are now badly … just… mangled…

Oh yes… Nike runners… I need to make that weekend run of 2.5 KMs again. I can just feel my bum expanding. It is all out to conquer but is so not into dividing, because if that’s the case, I could have gotten my C cup back. <- right, one could hope.
--

I would like to know why is it that in the biggest mall in KL… you could not get frikkin’ JCo donuts? I mean, I have four little cousins at home last weekend who was hoping for me to bring back for them two dozens of donuts from JCo and I had to disappoint them.

The Customer Service counter girl suggested for me to drive down to Pavilion.

First of all, I hate driving into KL. I hate walking into Pavilion because it reminds me that I have a loooong way to go as far as money is concerned because if that’s not the case, I would be strolling in and out of the high end boutiques they have there.

The single item I have bought there had been a belt which costs me RM 100+ from Club Monaco. And how my friends ranted on how I am able to find the same exact one at RM 29.90 at Sin Ma.

Eish…

Anyway… back to the donuts… yeah… like why???? Big mall don’t have small donut shop? I guess the size of the mall compensates for a lot of things that it lacks of? Sensible parking signages? Parking pay stations? Good looking men at Starbucks?

Thursday, October 30, 2008

This is a no brainer post

I paid RM59 for this yesterday...

Why? I don't quite know, really... I just felt like buying it... it is a Guess? Miniature perfume.




It must be because of the pink bottle... Hmmm...

And while I am still on things I buy... I bought this dress at RM 19.90...

Oh well, I do think that it is a good time to sleep on the impulsive buys...

--


Is it a diversion to hide the government’s obvious incompetence? You decide…

http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2008/10/29/nation/20081029162845&sec=nation


In a time when Malaysia is searching for a (For ONCE since Tun!) charismatic and ‘useful’ leader, we are fussing over Yoga and how everyone who is a Muslim should stop practicing it.


Stop fussing over something that is irrelevant. I think it is about time they stop treating us Malaysians as retards who could not think for ourselves.


P/S-> I happened to love Yoga. Of course half of the time I am second guessing my positions and stuff but, yoga keeps me relaxed, and it does wonders for my current sleep situation. So… screw it.

Monday, October 27, 2008

OOhhh....

I am experimenting.

Never mind that I don't really know what I am doing, but I am experimenting.

I would be blogging about it soon. And I think it is going to be hilarious. I am already ROTFLMAO!

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‘Nak boyfriend tak?’

A guy friend of mine asked me that question. He wanted to introduce me to someone he knows.

Now the last time I was introduced to someone, it didn’t quite work out. Mainly because I thought the dude was too pretentious and kind of hypocritical. He was a Malay and I was not really interested to be with one. I have had my share, and I find all of them distasteful and extremely... mixed up.

But then again, maybe I am looking at all the wrong places; or just plain ‘Takde jodoh’, who knows ay?

I mean all that talk about religion and later on saying that they wanted sex but not marriage just don't make any sense to me.

I never talk about religion, because I know I am not at all religious. But I do have some degree of respect towards it. I am not your typical Malay Muslim woman, that’s fine by me. I try not to be hypocritical.

That’s why I don't talk about religion and wanting sex on the same page. If you want to talk about religion and is honking your horn saying that you are a praying man, go ahead, be a celibate.

Don't want to call the kettle black you see.

‘Melayu ke?’ I asked.

Guy friend nodded.

So I smiled goofily to my guy friend and said the same words I respond to cigarettes;

‘Taknak!’


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Past few months, have been making JB trips often.

This time it is all for the sake of open houses, and also, have to admit, KL is beginning to just bore me.

What’s happening la????

Grass is always greener on the other side I suppose?

Already missing JB.

Kebaya Top courtesy of my Granny. It was hers when she was younger..It looked amazing!

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If you love someone, then you will let them go...

Yeah... what a novel concept, somewhat... crappy.

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

Warning; Long entry but read it if you are like me, and yes the frikkin' sentence rhymes


Stopped my mission to bust the flab for a while.

I changed it to The ultimate sleeping challenge mission.

For the past several weeks, I have been getting difficulties to get quality sleep. The thing is, I have no problem getting to sleep, I just have trouble sleeping properly, a restful sleep, whatever you might coin it as.

Just sleep, pure, unadulterated, SLEEP!

The situation had come to the extent of me worrying about my health. I feel lethargic, tired and it feels as if I never rested.

So, nowadays, aside from checking my emails, blog and fesbuk (Yeah I still do that, though I no longer poke people) I would usually Google ways to get good sleep.

And I found a really good website that listed 33 secrets to good sleep.

Somehow, a bit disappointed that sex was not in the list. It would give me a good reason to start a proper relationship again (Yes it has come to that stage where I would consider doing everything just to get a good sleep!)

Well… if any of you readers are experiencing the same problem, I am listing out all 33 secrets to a good quality sleep here, together with my smart ass comments and action plan… hahaha… being Saarcy and all… The ones that I have decided to try out and cross my fingers to hopefully work on me are the ones in red (and my comments are in girly pink… Hik…) ;

Emotional Freedom Technique (EFT). Most people can learn this gentle tapping technique in several minutes.
EFT can help balance your body's bioenergy system and resolve some of the emotional stresses that are contributing to the insomnia at a very deep level. The results are typically long lasting and the improvement is remarkably rapid. – I don’t have any idea what this is but it’s a kind of mental tapping method that sounds a bit too technical for me. It has acronyms, so it MUST be complicated! What would probably happen is that I might just be up all night googling about it. It has something to with assuring yourself that everything is going to be okay. But I am sure I will be following that sentence with a … " But…. On the other hand, the ant that bit me earlier today that sparked the whole controversy of the office being infested with bugs are just lost… I feel so bad for killing it now…". Oklah… crossing this out. It could not work with vain self absorbed people. (Wait, isn’t it suppose to work for vain self obsessed people) – there I go again.

Listen to white noise or relaxation CDs. Some people find the sound of white noise or nature sounds, such as the ocean or forest, to be soothing for sleep. An excellent relaxation/meditation option to listen to before bed is the Insight audio CD. – Have yet to go to Border’s to find the CDs. I am looking for the delicious sound of rain. I find that I sleep well when it is raining outside. And then put it on repeat for about 8 hours… whoa…

Avoid before-bed snacks, particularly grains and sugars. This will raise blood sugar and inhibit sleep. Later, when blood sugar drops too low (hypoglycemia), you might wake up and not be able to fall back asleep. – Okay, this I already am doing it but I did it for another reason and that is to lose weight. So I guess I am already on the right track.

Sleep in complete darkness or as close as possible. If there is even the tiniest bit of light in the room it can disrupt your circadian rhythm and your pineal gland's production of melatonin and seratonin. There also should be as little light in the bathroom as possible if you get up in the middle of the night. Please whatever you do, keep the light off when you go to the bathroom at night. As soon as you turn on that light you will for that night immediately cease all production of the important sleep aid melatonin. – I have a thing about heavy dark curtains. I’d feel as if I could not breath if I have curtains like that hanging in my room. I prefer light materials for curtains. I don’t like to sleep in the dark. So I am not willing to try this out.

No TV right before bed. Even better, get the TV out of the bedroom or even out of the house, completely. It is too stimulating to the brain and it will take longer to fall asleep. Also disruptive of pineal gland function for the same reason as above. – Already doing this. Now just waiting for it to just frikkin’ work already

Wear socks to bed. Due to the fact that they have the poorest circulation, the feet often feel cold before the rest of the body. A study has shown that this reduces night wakings (Click Here). – Again, I am already doing this, but for another reason. As you guys know, I am a vain person, so every night I would wear some lotion on my feet and I wear socks so that my skin would absorb the lotion.

Read something spiritual or religious. This will help to relax. Don't read anything stimulating, such as a mystery or suspense novel, as this may have the opposite effect. In addition, if you are really enjoying a suspenseful book, you might wind up unintentionally reading for hours, instead of going to sleep. – I am going to cross this out because I am so not into anything spiritual or religious, as far as books are concerned. I would probably go with something dull and boring, like the Osho book one of my flings gave me years ago. It’s been about 5 years, I have yet to finish the first page. Go figure. This might just work… uncrossing.

Avoid using loud alarm clocks. It is very stressful on the body to be awoken suddenly. If you are regularly getting enough sleep, they should be unnecessary. I gave up my alarm clock years ago and now use a sun alarm clock. The Sun Alarm™ SA-2002 provides an ideal way to wake up each morning if you can't wake up with the REAL sun. Combining the features of a traditional alarm clock (digital display, AM/FM radio, beeper, snooze button, etc) with a special built-in light that gradually increases in intensity, this amazing clock simulates a natural sunrise. It also includes a sunset feature where the light fades to darkness over time - ideal for anyone who has trouble falling asleep. – My first respond to this was… wth is this, so crossing this one out too. I figure sometimes westerners just have too many weird gadgets for their own good.

Journaling. If you often lay in bed with your mind racing, it might be helpful keep a journal and write down your thoughts before bed. Personally, I have been doing this for 15 years, but prefer to do it in the morning when my brain is functioning at its peak and my coritsol levels are high (CLICK HERE) – I have a blog don’t I? So I guess I am right on course with this one.

Melatonin and its precursors. If behavioral changes do not work, it may be possible to improve sleep by supplementing with the hormone melatonin. However, I would exercise extreme caution in using it, and only as a last resort, as it is a powerful hormone. Ideally it is best to increase levels naturally with exposure to bright sunlight in the daytime (along with full spectrum fluorescent bulbs in the winter) and absolute complete darkness at night. One should get blackout drapes so no light is coming in from the outside. One can also use one of melatonin's precursors, L-tryptophan or 5-hydroxytryptophan (5-HTP). L-tryptophan is the safest and my preference, but must be obtained by prescription only. However, don't be afraid or intimidated by its prescription status. It is just a simple amino acid. – I hope my situation won’t come to me taking hormones just to get sleep. This is somewhat very disturbing although it would totally sound normal to my expat friends. Syringes freak me out, hell… pills freak me out.

Get to bed as early as possible. Our systems, particularly the adrenals, do a majority of their recharging or recovering during the hours of 11 p.m. and 1 a.m. In addition, your gallbladder dumps toxins during this same period. If you are awake, the toxins back up into the liver which then secondarily back up into your entire system and cause further disruption of your health. Prior to the widespread use of electricity, people would go to bed shortly after sundown, as most animals do, and which nature intended for humans as well. – This I would love to do, but I could not do considering my irregular working hours. Strange because my American boss suggested for me to not sleep early. Earlier or later, this makes no sense to me. You can get good sleep regardless of when you sleep.

Check your bedroom for electro-magnetic fields (EMFs). These can disrupt the pineal gland and the production of melatonin and seratonin, and may have other negative effects as well. To purchase a gauss meter to measure EMFs try Cutcat at 800-497-9516. They have a model for around $40. One doctor even recommends that people pull their circuit breaker before bed to kill all power in the house (Dr. Herbert Ross, author of "Sleep Disorders"). – Again, westerners have too many gadgets for their own good. Now, it would probably work, but Sarcy is a renowned simpleton. All things that have acronyms is much too complicated.

Keep the temperature in the bedroom no higher than 70 degrees F. Many people keep their homes and particularly the upstairs bedrooms too hot. – I get cold easily. To add on to the abnormality factor, I don’t even sleep with the fan on. Go figure… so this one… crossed out.

Eat a high-protein snack several hours before bed. This can provide the L-tryptophan need to produce melatonin and serotonin. – Is Biskut lemak included? If not, then I don’t think I can do this.

Also eat a small piece of fruit. This can help the tryptophan cross the blood-brain barrier. – This one I can do. I am a fruit person. I love my fruits.

Reduce or avoid as many drugs as possible. Many medications, both prescription and over-the-counter may have effects on sleep. In most cases, the condition, which caused the drugs to be taken in the first place, can be addressed by following the guidelines elsewhere on this web site. – Back when I was under meds for depression, I especially loved Prozac. Xanax worked wonders for me. The sleep was great as it totally knocked me out for several hours. But I guess, it takes a druggie to say that drugs are not good for you… but it works. I have been given doctor’s advice to stay away from drugs though I am so tempted to.

Avoid caffeine. A recent study showed that in some people, caffeine is not metabolized efficiently and therefore they can feel the effects long after consuming it. So an afternoon cup of coffee (or even tea) will keep some people from falling asleep. Also, some medications, particularly diet pills contain caffeine. – Being a vain person, I don’t take coffees or teas before bed because I am extremely careful with my teeth. I dread discoloration and I am currently in the middle of pooling in money to whiten my teeth. Yeah I am that vain.

Alarm clocks and other electrical devices. If these devices must be used, keep them as far away from the bed as possible, preferably at least 3 feet. – Check. No more cellphones on bed next to pillow.

Avoid alcohol. Although alcohol will make people drowsy, the effect is short lived and people will often wake up several hours later, unable to fall back asleep. Alcohol will also keep you from falling into the deeper stages of sleep, where the body does most of its healing. – Owh… how is it that I could totally sleep after I drink? I will consult my doctor about this.

Lose weight. Being overweight can increase the risk of sleep apnea, which will prevent a restful nights sleep. CLICK HERE for my diet recommendations. – Duh… hellooooo… vain… diets … cardios … geddit????

Avoid foods that you may be sensitive to. This is particularly true for dairy and wheat products, as they may have effect on sleep, such as causing apnea, excess congestion, gastrointestinal upset, and gas, among others. – I avoided food. Period. Not really sensitive to any is my point actually.

Don't drink any fluids within 2 hours of going to bed. This will reduce the likelihood of needing to get up and go to the bathroom or at least minimize the frequency. – I was informed that I am supposed to drink water before I go to bed. This is for my circulation and all that jazz. Oh well, I’ll try this. No harm innit?

Take a hot bath, shower or sauna before bed. When body temperature is raised in the late evening, it will fall at bedtime, facilitating sleep. – Did this. Doesn’t work. Means I have to do it again?

Remove the clock from view. It will only add to your worry when constantly staring at it... 2 a.m. ...3 a.m. ... 4:30 a.m. ... – I don’t have clocks in my room. So occay…

Keep your bed for sleeping. If you are used to watching TV or doing work in bed, you may find it harder to relax and to think of the bed as a place to sleep. – Owh… So no more RPG games for me in bed then…

Have your adrenals checked by a good natural medicine clinician. Scientists have found that insomnia may be caused by adrenal stress (Journal of Clinical Endocrinology & Metabolism, August 2001; 86:3787-3794). – Uuuu… this sounds interesting, I am going to do it, and this is going to be billed to the company… ihihihi

If you are menopausal or perimenopausal, get checked out by a good natural medicine physician. The hormonal changes at this time may cause problems if not properly addressed. – I am not? Cross out cross out.

Don't change your bedtime. You should go to bed, and wake up, at the same times each day, even on the weekends. This will help your body to get into a sleep rhythm and make it easier to fall asleep and get up in the morning. – Okie doke.

Make certain you are exercising regularly. Exercising for at least 30 minutes everyday can help you fall asleep. However, don't exercise too close to bedtime or it may keep you awake. Studies show exercising in the morning is the best if you can do it. – I don’t really have the strength too, but let’s KIV this and mark it as green for now.

Establish a bedtime routine. This could include meditation, deep breathing, using aromatherapy or essential oils or indulging in a massage from your partner. The key is to find something that makes you feel relaxed, then repeat it each night to help you release the day's tensions. – A massage from partner will lead to something else innit? Okay la check!

Go to the bathroom right before bed. This will reduce the chances that you'll wake up to go in the middle of the night. – Always been doing it. My mother pushed us to since we are kids. Go and pee now cause you might wake up in the middle of the night asking me to accompany you to the toilet!

Wear an eye mask to block out light. As said above, it is very important to sleep in as close to complete darkness as possible. That said, it's not always easy to block out every stream of light using curtains, blinds or drapes, particularly if you live in an urban area (or if your spouse has a different schedule than you do). In these cases, an eye mask can help to block out the remaining light. – Do you know good eye masks could set you back for about RM 30? This I did not know. :P.. Now I know!

Put your work away at least one hour (but preferably two or more) before bed. This will give your mind a chance to unwind so you can go to sleep feeling calm, not hyped up or anxious about tomorrow's deadlines. – I am a professional. I don’t work when I am not in the office. That’s how frikkin’ professional I get.

Monday, October 20, 2008

My weekend rambles and dos

“My greatest strength is my humility. My greatest weakness is that I am a little too awesome.” – Barack Obama


Ooh... *drools*... You can run my government anytime senator!
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I was staring at the tiniest butt in Starbucks the other night.

I didn’t mean to stare but it was just too... tiny that it was intriguingly, umm... odd.

I have always been prosperous as far as my butt ie derriere is concerned, and the thing about this tiny butt is just that, it looked so... weird.

So that said you can’t really blame me for being kind of... umm.. preoccupied and butt – ified for maybe 10 minutes as the tiny butt stands around waiting for her caffeine fix. Can’t blame me for being used to bigger and shapelier butts.

But (no pun intended) you can bet your ass that Ms. Tiny butts probably finds my butt weird. In her world, any butt that doesn’t look like hers are weird.

I envied her for being able to fit in those skinny jeans though. The thing that disturbed me is when (I know I had it coming la) when I tried to imagine her naked.

Urm...
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Portrait of a Starbucker in car



Us Starbuckers have a general unwritten rule.

If you are not using a laptop, don't sit at the power points.

We mean it. Move now.. move!

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Sometimes on weekends, I would drive out at midnight to all the party spots.

Bangsar and along the Beach club stretch.

Last weekend, I did just that. I wound down my window and I checked things out.

Drunk people – check
Expats looking for meat – check
Expats going off with meat – check
Beautiful men with a D size cup – check
Beautiful men with butt cracks half showing – check
Men checking me out in my car – check
Men wolf whistling at me who stays in my car (can’t blame them really, in that light, anyone is worth whistling at!) – check
Underaged Mat rempits hanging out in front of the club because they have less than RM 10 in pocket (Hence they can’t go in) – Check

Ahhh... the KL nightlife.

It had always been that way. Some things never change.

Have I ever got picked up in a club? No... why? Surprised? Alcohol strips men of their IQ, they already don't have a lot of it to begin with. What makes you think that I would even entertain them in a club?

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I have had free wireless at home. It will be connected for more than 5 hours every morning and sometimes at the wee hours of early morning.

God knows what that person is doing at that hour, porn, whatever... but I do know that I am happy that he/she decided to go online. I couldn't seem to get to sleep so I would sometimes be up playing my games. So when that wireless blinks... I am the happiest insomniac person aliveàAt that hour.

Thanks neighbour, just wishing you would be online more often. 24-7 is not too much to ask for innit? There is nothing like porn everyday eh?

Yeah... Sarc is a bad influence. On second thought, anything goes for free wireless I figured.

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Who would have thought eh?

I went to this on Sunday.





It was not planned. We decided to go when we learnt one of my little cousins are taking part in the Zapin interlude.

I am a Johorean, I love Zapin, so I decided what the heck. I have never been to a Bangsawan anyway.

I went with an open mind.

We parked at the wrong DBKL lot. Thankfully it was within walking distance. After a fast chicken dinner and after finding out how close we were to Masjid India and successfully kept ourselves from shopping for cheap trinkets and stuff, we walked to the theatre hall.

It was quite a walk. No joy for my aunt who was 8 months pregnant.

The verdict... well it’s mixed. There were the ups and then there were the downs.





But I have to say on the production side, I was quite impressed, seeing that it’s quite a small production and the fact that admittance is free, I must say, not bad at all. Following the traditional Bangsawan format, it was authentic. Although I cringed at the few typos on the brochure, I figured, let’s not pick on the small stuff.





I didn’t know any of the cast, that’s given. I was excited when the spotlight was turned on my little cousin. Who would have thought this cheeky little boy opted for Zapin in school. His school won the national dance competition which finals was held in Terengganu a few months before. Needless to say, his parents are a proud couple.

The play was based on the original Nujum Pak Belalang folklore with music adapted from the P. Ramlee version. There were comic intervals in between.

I have two complaints. First, we had kids in the audience, and one of the short comic sketch is about the two trying to act out a rape scene. They made raping and being raped as somewhat funny. This is disturbing. I thought this would not instill the proper information to the young audiences about the gravity of the act. I was not happy about that. Most of the jokes had a concealed sexual connotation to it. Adults laughed, kids will try to find out what that was all about.

And we complained about Avril Lavigne being too sexy on stage? Oih... for the love of God.

The other complaint was also on the interval act. Since it is still technically Raya, they came up with a modern dance with a lip synching dancer holding on to a microphone.

Come on, stick with the concept. I don't know about other people, but I found it stupid to have a dancer lip synching on the stage. The whole idea of having a modern leather jacket fedora wearing dancers on stage in a traditional staging of a Malay folklore is, just... not right. It’s appalling actually.

Other than those, I have to say, the Bangsawan is a thumbs up. If you have any spare time on the weekends, find out what’s on and go. It’s no Les Miserables, but, it is free.

And of course I have to say this, my little cousin is a rock star!



Taken right after the play in front of Panggung Bandaraya

Thursday, October 16, 2008

One little two little three little cup size...

I am not sure if I am suppose to be happy about this or ... not.

My mission to bust the flab had apparently worked well, actually now I am beginning to think it had worked perhaps a little too well.

At first, I thought maybe it’s not so much about me, maybe it is the suspicous pair of cups that are maybe... overworn... but boy was I wrong.

And yes, I am talking about my boobs. I think I have maybe lost a whole cup size.

I was in Xixili and La Senza the past few couple of days as I was constantly bugged by the fact that my bra seemed to be bigger than the flesh that used to fill them up.

I talked to some of my friends and they assumed that it is the bra. They told me I should start shopping for new ones.

So I strolled into one of the lingerie store I love which is Xixili, picked a frilly lacy number. The sales woman, bless her guts told me this after she saw that I was holding on to a C cup bra;

“Miss ah... I rasa your size bukan C la.” (Miss... I think your size is definitely not a C (Well, I think she might have just put it that way!)

I thought she was going to say that my size is a D, which is most unlikely, come to think of it.

“I rasa you size B la.” (I think you are a frikkin’ B woman!)

*Jaw drops*

“Eh takdelah... I selalu beli C cup la.” (Hell no... I am a cup C-la)

Adamant about her judgment, she handed me a B cup and asked me to try it on.

She must have graduated with honors in her Undegarments training academy because true enough, the C cup got me trying to fill up the gaps, and I fit the B cup perfectly...

PERFECTLY... like ... WTH!

I came out all confused... I mean... give me a break, I just lost one whole cup size and I find that out in a fitting room!

“Muat tak?” (So... does it fit? Can I say I told you so?)

“Ha’ah.”

She smiled... smugly, satisfied that she had proved me wrong.And she got her commission on the sale.

I did buy the lingerie I picked, in the size she picked. One thing I got right is the size of my bottom halfs.

At least I have a little bit of dignity left after that horrifying discovery that I am now a flailing B cup.

Well... I loved my C cup... I guess it is not too vain of me to pray that I will one day get my C cup back and not to gain extra kilos on my hips.

Boleh kan... boleh? Boleh???

Sunday, October 12, 2008

Random notes

I find that somehow, as I get older, my attitude towards things change.

I mean, I cried when I watch sad movies. What is that? That is something so unlike me that even when I was crying, I was telling myself that I am ridiculous to even start!

But you know what, when you are watching the likes of Cinta and Sepi back to back, you will cry. Especially when your life had only been work and work and nothing else. Being in a relationship does not help especially when you are not really sure about it (Yet...)

Like how a friend of mine put it, I am feeling that way only because it has not quite felt like the real thing yet.

That, or I am hanging on to something else... or it’s just that I have other priorities.

I am 30 (I decided that since it will only be a few months since the big 3-oh, might as well get on the programme and have it done and over with.) and there are still so many things that needed doing. Getting on the wagon again, I am not sure I want to do that. I will make do with what I have now.

That aside, I am following the progress of the US election closely. Working with an American company I guess I have to make sure I know some things about what is going on in that part of the world. That and Barack Obama.

He is just... scrumptious. I have this thing about smart men. He was a lawyer, so I assume that that had me interested as well. It was such a shame that the last lawyer I dated was a wreck. Might as well because should I be in a relationship with him right now it would only be because of my vested interest in his profession and not anything else about him.

That would be a mistake.

And this whole thing about fate had been bugging me lately. I was not the one who started it, but my bestie. She was telling me there are only a few things that we could control, our feelings being one of it, but fate, you don't have any say in it.

I disagreed. I believe your fate is what you make it.

Being that I am Muslim and she is not, I am suppose to say and believe in what she is saying.

Wednesday, October 8, 2008

Post Raya post...

Back to work after a glorious 6 days festive leave.

The thing was that I actually spent almost half of today waiting for my PC to work, that after only 6 days!

Hihi… I don’t know what to say about my Raya. The fact that I was kind of sick on most of it was redundant. I spent the days off lazing in front of the TV or on the internet, drinking loads of carbonated water and on Saturday, I ferried my Nana and Grandpa to Raya trips visiting my Grandpa’s side of relatives in Segamat.

A certain incident got me feeling down. It was a huge misunderstanding. I love this friend of mine, he is so important that I would drive down to JB if anything bad ever happened to him (Touch wood!)

Only a selected few get that privilege from me, and he is definitely one of them.

Well, there is nothing a simple apology could not do… I am glad it is all behind us now.

And talk about overspending, I think I did it. I am broke… so broke, so God help me.

And as for the baju kurung merah, my mood was wrecked when the open house I went to wearing that baju serve us BAKSO and cold mee and mihun goreng.

I hate bakso. Eecks!

So subsequently, as a result of being served yucky Bakso, I lost the mood to take pictures of myself in the gorgeous Baju Kurung.

Like come on la… open house pi serve Bakso in small polysterene bowls, pre-filled too. I mean if you are going to limit people’s helpings, better tak yah buat open house je la.

I swear to God that nobody could rival the way my grandparents entertain. They would serve every bit of morsel to guests who came. We are talking everything from Ketupat, Lemang, Lepat, Rendang, Lodeh, and all the miscellaneous dishes like Nasi Ayam, Bukhari, Laksa.
We just come from a long line of very generous people.

Sarcy holds a grudge to everyone who is not generous. My family will actually feed a bit of our food to stray cats so go figure la kan. It’s in the genes kot all this generosity business.

Anyway… tolong la, nak buat open house, sila jangan serve Bakso lepas tu dengan penuh kedekut sekali pulak tu… Peeved… very…

Monday, September 29, 2008

It is now 1 day before Raya and me thinks…


Raya had always been great when I was a kid. But then again, what else is new. All the other blogs seemed to talk about the same thing. I thought, it would be interesting to go with the present and future rather than lamenting on my glorious ‘pocketing Raya money’ days.

Now, years later, at 29 years old and single, somehow I am kind of glad that I couldn’t go back to JB on first day of Raya.

Why? Well, for some reason, my Nana (That’s Grandma for you.) always tend to cry more and harder when it was my turn to wish her Eid Mubarak. I guess it has something to do with the fact that I am 29 YO and still single.

But I have money… that was what I told her last year, and that would still be what I would tell her this year. Only I will tell her that on the third day of Raya because I would be missing the first and second day because of work.

I drove back to JB last weekend because since I can’t be with them on the first and second day of Raya, might as well make it up a few days before Raya. It has always been my obligation every Raya to buy what my Mum needs. Shoes, clothes and additional stuff for Raya like snacks and cakes and stuff. I bought my Baju Kurung (Merah tahun ni Noks!!) and was extremely thrilled to have found a few bargains on shoes and bags!!

What’s more important is that I realized how I have taken all these for granted when I used to have no problem trying to get the whole week leave for Raya. I would spend the whole week doing nothing except for my daily run and ‘lepak-ing’ ritual at home. No visiting relatives unless my Dad suddenly suggest that I come along.

Now, I can’t even do the ‘lepak-ing’.

I bet my Nana would be even more ‘meleleh’ on the morning of first Raya.

Yelah kan… Dahlah tua, belum kahwin, lepas tu kena kerja pulak on Raya.

Haha…

For this Raya, I will only be able to go back home on the 3rd day of Raya. My Mak Ngah already told me that she will be cooking just for me on that day since I missed the food on the 1st day. My Mum would definitely cook for me and I feel blessed to have people who cares about me that much.

Well anyway… Selamat Hari Raya Everyone. In the spirit of Raya, I would like to apologize if I have offended any of you readers through my writing.

Have a good one everybody! Silalah ingatkan saya yang akan beraya di office pada hari pertama ye!!!

Monday, September 22, 2008

Clueless...


I am itching to put this post up in the blog.

I am literally scratching my hands.

I am currently still on the dating wagon. It had been good I guess. I get to meet new people and I get to make friends with them and a host of other people. It’s predictable but it gave me something to do aside from taking photos and since it is the Ramadhan, I don’t run every other weekend now.

I thought I would be finally be rid of bad dates. But, like how they put it, never say never.

But the date I went on last weekend took the cake. It was the epitome of all bad dates. It was the worst date I have ever been on. Forget the Beemer guy who talks about what he has half of the time, forget the dude who asked me if I read, forget the lawyer who talked about his exes, no other bad date could possibly be this BAD.

This guy is the crème de la crème of bad dates. Apparently he took offense that I never returned his calls or any of his text messages he sent over the week. We have kept in touch on and off over the month and being that Sarcy never really had time for all this (and plus, I thought, he could just… wait) I never bothered to.

We had dinner at one of the restaurants and he said that he thought we would be having dinner in Kenny Roger’s. He said he liked the chicken there.

Listen. When the woman said that she wants to have dinner at another restaurant which does not have pictures of an old country singer, she really meant it. I don’t mind paying for my own share, hell, I don’t mind paying for his share if he was really that unprepared for a date. Not that I was actually expecting him to pay.

How the date came about? I guess you can blame it on boredom. It was a Saturday evening and I slept well through break fast and just happened to feel like having a plate of Olio Pasta. Since I happened to be at the area, I decided to call the guy since he seemed eager to go out with me.

See, I give chances, I should have known better.

He also took ownership of the couple of brief 15 minutes coffee hang outs we had before. He told me he cancelled his appointment with his friends and whatnots just to meet me that evening. I asked him why, and said that he was welcomed to go off and that I was just fine dining on my own.

And then there is the bit about spicy food, of him eyeing my food like I have a plateful of maggots for my meal. He didn’t take spicy food. And I thought, wuss. But at that time, I guess, I was still giving him a chance.

"Come closer. You are sitting too far away."

I said no. The worst part was when he tried to pull my chair over to him. It was at that time I truly thanked my stars that I am not a size zero. Look, the phone calls, the SMSes, those didn’t mean anything to me. Those don’t give anyone a right to manhandle me like that.

We have very few things in common, actually, we shared almost nothing in common. He believes that a woman should put her career second and her family first. So he disapproved of my working hours and said that he will ask me to quit if he was my husband.

"Guess what. You’re not, never will be."

I am defensive about my career. For now, it is first. I will never dance to a tune set by any man, I do things because I want to and because I think I have to. That said, any man who wanted to be with me will have to get accustomed to my very individual feminism laced principles.

There were a lot of things that happened that night that ruled out the possibility of me maintaining my contact with him. It was really quite disappointing. He does look good, just a bit too short for my liking. I like those super tall ones.

The funniest part was the way the whole ‘date’ ended. He asked me where do we go from here? I was thinking, from where? I told him that I am sure he was a nice man and all, he would be a great boyfriend to someone else who deserves him more than I do. I told him that I am a bitch, in every sense, excluding the sleep around part.

"I don’t need to know where you stay, I don’t need to reply your text messages or return your calls. I don’t even have time to do all that. I just want you as a friend, you know, drinking partner, whatever… I don’t feel that way towards you."

I hope everything goes well for him. I am definitely going to be fine. I have always been.