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!

Hmm...

I dressed up, made myself up to this;

and... decided to stay at home.

I am getting weirder and weirder by the day.

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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!

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!

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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.

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!

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!

... 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…

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.