whimsical flights of fancy

HWAITING!

2010-02-01T20:12:00.002+08:00

Now Yan very clever, you know. When I complain about work or how I don't think I can go on further, he'd text me "Aza aza fighting!!" Macam paham, kan? Hurhur... But somehow, when coupled with the tight fist clenched ala Korean, it'll make things a little easier and more tolerable.

Aza aza fighting, if you don't already know, is a term the Koreans use for each other if they feel that the other person needs a moral booster. Dalam bahasa lain, it's like "Go for it!" or "Good luck!" or dalam kata Melayu, "Boleh nya lah!" or "Go jer, dok!" Hurhur... I realise there's no proper phrase for encouragement in Malay. Why is that so? Adakah kerana orang Melayu berasa segan-silu untuk memberi perangsang kepada orang lain? Cheybah.

Anyway, my face is breaking out. It's so bad, I feel dejected when I see angry red bumps everywhere. So disheartening. Why can't I have like, perfect skin like some people. Bangsa, you can't even see the pores and it's not oily at all and there's no need to buy concealer cos hey waddya know! They don't need a damn concealer! How is that possible! Why can't they just be normal and have oily skin and pimples whiteheads all. Wtf. Buat aku bingit jer!

Haha. Ok that was childish.

You make my Green Day

2010-01-16T14:54:00.005+08:00

Green Day was undoubtedly the BEST gig I've ever been to. The energy was reverberating and the crowd - my word, the crowd! - was just crazy!!

I guess I'm a bit too old for free standing space kerana saya berdiri selama ampat jam eh tuan-tuan dan puan-puan, AMPAT JAM. Selepas ampat jam, lutut berasa longgar and kejong all at once, if you can imagine that. I felt like 75 years old. Nasib tak pakai heels uh. Lagi sikit nak tapi last-minute bought flats during lunch. Ended up buying 2 pairs. See, any excuse to go shoe-shopping.

For part of the show, I was standing behind this guy who is best described as HESBOK. Betul eh tak bedek. Badan dia is shape hesbok. Badan abang-abang kong punya ah. Abestu kan, Abg Badan Hesbok was JUMPING lah eh~ He got so excited, he was jumping along with the crowd and GUESS WHO'S FEET KENA STEPPED ON??? All 150kg of him on my right foot eh sials. Sakit giler babs punya uh kan aku dah ter-French my words. A bit of the skin on my right foot even came off. Dia pakai kasut besi ke aper ni! I couldn't even scream cos I was too shocked from the pain.

I guess the highlight for me was when one of our friends got called up on stage to sing Longview. Not one or 2 verses but the WHOLE DAMN SONG! He stood out from the crowd because of his green hair with the tail and his super skinny frame in a sleeveless t-shirt, very ala-ala mat Mesia nyer pattern. Hurhur. He looked like a natural on stage though, given his many many gigs playing the guitar.

Yan and I got super excited cos it's like one of us who was chosen. After the song, he jumped on the crowd to body-surf and they brought him all the way to the back and he almost fall flat on his face cos he was almost reaching the last row of the crowd. When he got down, it was smack infront of Yan and I and he hugged Yan macam dah lama tak nampak gitu. Then he was quivering a good 10 minutes after that cos still too excited, macam itu concert dia yang punya! Hurhur... And then, his 10 minutes of fame became overwhelming and it propelled him to instant fame and glamour eh! After the show, all the groupies started to surround him and took pictures all. Aku siap tengah tunggu orang keluarkan pena dan kertas mintak autograph jer. Nasib takder. So nonsense lah these people. Haha... It's just Zool.

Anyway, I am very very excited cos I'll be watching BSB soon (eh teenage-hood loves woi, how can I forget) and Paramore too! But Paramore, not free-standing. The crowd would be younger and confirm ada budak hingus nak skank ke mosh ke haper.

And then Yan bought tickets for me and himself for Between the Buried and Me. I have no idea who they are and I believe I have not heard a single song of theirs but like always, I am very open when it comes to music and will listen to whatever, even metal. Just don't give me techno eh please the tiu-tiu uwuk-uh uwuk-uh are just too much. Berbulu ah telinga saya, tuan.

Ratna told me that she's gonna try to memorise 1 song per day until BSB concert comes along. Her resolution made me nervous. I think I better buy their 7th album soon and try to memorise too. What better time to do that than now since I'm always staying late in the office anyway, right. Biar saya gunakan masa ini dengan afdhal cheyyydeba haha.

And this time round, I will wear heels cos 1) BSB concert CONFIRM ada ramai pompuan-pompuan gila yang terlalu mengikut perasaan apabila ternampak Nick Carter dan dalam keghairahan nya, CONFIRM akan lari ke hadapan dan memijak kaki saya. Jika kejadian itu berlaku, saya akan memijak balik. Menggunakan heel saya yang tajam itu. 2) Between the Buried and Me nye concert pula, CONFIRM ada ramai abang-abang Badan Hesbok yang juga akan terkinja-kinja kesukaan apabila ternampak idola favorit mereka dan juga memijak kaki saya dengan kasut besi nya. Apa? "Kalau pakai kasut besi, macam mana saya boleh pijak kaki mereka balik?" Takper, saya akan tendang ah... Apa tu nama? Shin mereka dengan tumit tinggi serta tajam saya itu. Shin cakap Melayu apa eh? Buku lali eh? Bukan kan? Tu ankle kan? Ok takper. Penat sey bebual Melayu.

Air-ry

2010-01-07T18:29:00.003+08:00

One day, I'm gonna drop dead at my office desk. All while doing list of documents. I feel that I have heart palpitation, you know.

Anyway, my stomach has been giving me problems since Sunday night. It's like diarrhoea but not really diarrhoea. Like watery stool and alot of flatulence and vomitting so I guess that sounds like stomach flu.

And then, the doctor that I went to, is quite hot. I always get hot male doctors. They make my day hurhur. Anyway, Dr Goh was like "Hi good morning, how are you doing today?" I almost answered "Well I'm okay now..." Hurhur miang seh.

We did the routine question-answer thing between doctor and patient. I told him about my bowel movement and vomitting but left out the part about my gas cos it's embarrassing lah. Then he asked me to lie down while he did some routine check on my tummy and abdomen area. MAK DATOK dia picit sakit eh nyar!! Macam nak terbery seh! He did like 3-4 presses until I went like "Eh pain leh!" then he said "Ok, I give you this medicine for you vomitting, medicine for your diarrhoea and medicine for your GAS". To which I blurted out "Eh how you know I have gas eh~??" then I stopped and said "Oh yah of course, you're the doctor hurhurhur" and then the hot Dr Goh gave me this look that if I were to convert it to emoticon, it'll look like this -__-

Ah nice one, Awin. Very smooth. He must be thinking that not only this girl has alot of gas, she's full of hot air too. Merepek sak aku.

K lah. That's all. Oh oh and I bought tickets to Backstreet Boys concert. Yay yay I got chance to become groupie again!! I wonder if it's too late to go chasing them at their hotel all. Maybe now, their security won't be so bad cos all their fan-base are people aged between 24-32, I'm guessing? So confirm they won't have the time to go star-chasing all right? It's a good chance, then. Hurhur exciting nyer!!

Oh then I also have Paramore to go to. My MB sponsored my ticket. Macam mana aku tak sayang dia ni. Baik seh. My Paramore ticket is $108 siols. Aku rasa, confirm dia ada sikit perit untuk kasi aku duit tu haha. Abeh dia cute tau. Dia wrap duit tu in some coloured paper origami-style. Effort keper seh! Tak macam aku nyer FB. Kasi presen dengan plastic bag-plastic bag sekali eh sila eh Bedah~ But oh well, I guess it's the thought that counts bla bla. Nasib baik presen lawa.

K bye. Til next time.

Kay El

2009-12-11T22:34:00.004+08:00

I hate the feeling of unease when I'm out of the country yet the thought of work is constantly at the back of my head.

It's not fair.

Anyway, can't wait for my short getaway tomorrow. I'm not feeling like on top of the world exactly but this'll do.

When you think about it right, work will never finish.

Jake the Cake

2009-12-11T04:11:00.004+08:00

I just joined Jacob Black's fan club.

I think, I must do something about this. Surely, this cannot be normal. So unbecoming.

I watched New Moon again, with um, Yan this time. Yan displayed his interest by sleeping soundly in the theatre. Two things - 1) a bit annoyed cos how is he gonna see Jacob's 8-pack as an inspiration otherwise! 2) secretly happy cos I can look at Jacob without feeling guilty that Yan might give me dirty looks. HURHUR.

And I just noticed a few new things where I like him in the movie. If you're planning to watch again, check out these scenes - where he was in Bella's room and noticed his dreamcatcher gift to her before turning away. That smug look! And where they were hugging in Bella's room. Shiikess!! She fit in so perfectly in his arms, it's so not fair! Honestly, if I were her, I would feel so much safer with him than with Edward-sekeremping.

Yan slept a good first part of the movie and only woke up when the wolves had some action. And somewhere in the movie, I vaguely remember him commenting about Jacob "Siak ah suara belum pecah!" Bedek jer suara belum pecah! Dah keper eh? Yan is so biased.

And there were 3 minahs sitting in front of us, so noisy! I wonder if Maz and I were noisy that day. I bet we were but erm, who cares. But but at least we know what's the story about. The minahs were damn clueless lor. Probably just watched NM cos they already watched all the movies in the cinema.

Ok I promise. Last entry about Jake. Enough! Eh tapi tadi kan time tengok Jake kan, badan tak panas sangat pasal Yan kat sebelah keper so kena berhati-hati sikit. Hurhur.

I wish I am in Italy now with Ley and Eli... Hi kawan-kawan dah jumpa Italian stallion ke belum?!! And Ley, Raoul may have cheated your feelings but go look for more! I'm sure there are some Paolos and Mazzeratis and Antonios somewhere! (Psst, jangan lupa members).

Annihilation

2009-12-09T18:58:00.002+08:00

So I can only go for my leave in accordance to some people's plans.

Well, this just makes the decision so much easier, doesn't it?

Jacob Black

2009-12-08T13:55:00.006+08:00

Ok SIAPA sudah tengok New Moon?? WHO HAS??? Or rather, who has NOT??

And if you have, SIAPA AGREE YANG JACOB BLACK IS HOT???

Aku ni, miang seh. Macam every other week ada shiny new boy. Hurhur.

Padahal they don’t know I exist eh, which made me an irrevocable l.o.s.e.r. Hurhur, it’s okay, I can take a stab at myself.

So right, I went to watch NM with the Maz and the Ratna. They are Team Edward. I am, obviously, Team Jake. Because I like men who are not pasty white and badan sekeremping. Tak stim kan kalau badan sekeremping? Macam kalau sejuk-sejuk abeh hug tak load seh, buang masa jer HAHAHA. Ok sorry.

Anyway, Ratna was seated on my right and Maz on my left. I feel quite happy being in the middle. We watched the Twilight marathon – Twilight at 9.10 pm and New Moon at 11.40 pm. So while watching Twilight, Maz was making A LOT of noise oh-ing and ah-ing at Edward. Aper jer kan? Tapi takper, pasal ada Edward scenes also I made a lot of noise. I think for Edward right, he’s got certain angles yang hot dan certain angles yang tak hot sangat. Something a bit off, I can’t quite put a finger on it.

TAPI KAN ABANG JAKE IS LIKE OHH LALA BARACUDA!! I LIKE!!

When he first came on in NM with his long scraggly hair, I heard Maz and Ratna went like “Euwww apa sak Awin ini kau cakap hot, rambut bersserabai jer”. “Eh aku punya suka lah!! I like guys with long hair or botak that kinda what. If you notice, Gong Yoo and Simon Baker have longish hair. (So does Yan Hurhur ada jer nak promote eh). So anyway, the part when Jacob took off his shirt, Maz and I gasped macam tercekik tulang ikan ok can. Dua-dua terperanjat pasal ada badan hot 8-packs. Bangsa, kalau cuci baju pakai perut dia, confirm bersih. Ala-ala washboard.

Abeh kan, after he cut his hair and was standing in the rain, in all his glorious wetness, Maz and I couldn’t help but giggle non-stop, especially when we saw the other Quileute boys who like to walk around half-naked. We were busy choosing the ones we like rather than follow the storyline. Hurhur.

Abeh kan, aku tak senonoh seh… Right after seeing Jacob, my body got really hot, macam demam panas gitu! Pasal, I think I got really excited seeing him and my body temperature just rose. I quickly took Maz’s and Rat’s hands and place them on my forehead and neck, make sure they know I have a fever so in case kalau aku pengsan halfway, they can drag me home. Hurhur.

And the part where Bella was in the truck with him after her cliff-diving episode? And she was shivering in the truck and Jacob was driving and asked her if she was cold? "Well it's 98 degrees in here" and she scooted over? I couldn't help swearing at her! Cos she was nicely stuffing her face on his neck to keep warm! Biarchh!! Maz and I were so angry at her ok cos she's like, treating Abg Jake macam Plan B seh. Edward takder, sebok beronggeng dengan Jake. Edward timbul jer, Jake macam habis manis sepah dibuang cheyyybaa. I can't help but feel defensive for Jacob. He's so kesian. And so hot.

Ok Yan so amacam wanna catch New Moon with me? Then you can inspire to be abang-abang 8 packs macam Jac0b Black :)

(And when that happens, maybe I'll be Megan Fox HAHAHAHA ok bedek.)

Ok Yan, macam gini eh. 8-packs.

Lepastu nanti I will aspire me to be like this k:

I'm still a teenager, I swear

2009-11-10T20:48:00.002+08:00

This is my new crush.

He is very hot and very the lurve. He is also old - 40. But he has eyes that make you wanna jaga your whole life, you know. Like Jake Gyllenhaal. Hurhur. I think I must have been deprived of all these crushes when I was younger because why else would I be drowning in drool over hot guys like Simon Baker. I know his Patrick Jane in The Mentalist is all acting but hello! How can sexy be acting!! Hurhur. Ok I'm aware how I sound like but I cannot help it. Aku kalau tengok Mentalist kan, nanti senyum-senyum sendiri tau... Macam segan seh nak tengok.

Like how I smile to myself when I watch Gong Yoo. Dah lama tak bebual pasal Gong Yoo. He'll finish NS end of this year. Confirm nanti body berg eh. HAHA. I hate that word berg. Reminds me of hesbok.

I'm rushing home tonight to watch him cos I missed him last week. I found one other person who is crazy over him. Haha... Eh very difficult to find someone who likes someone I like you know. Cos my taste is a bit erm... Different. But you already know that.

I wish I could blog more. I miss it and I know you girls miss me too. I don't think anyone comes by here anymore, which is fine because before that, I had alot of spies reading my blog.

Oh speaking of spies eh, I find some people so bloody annoying. Is it not apparent that I don't like talking to you? Because I find you as fake as Fann Wong's eyelashes. So striking up little and passing conversations (if you can even call it that) are not my favourite things to do. Just pretend I don't exist lah, which is fine by me.

Ok time to go. Patrick Jane's waiting!

Girls day out

2009-09-04T18:13:00.002+08:00

Iftar with girls tonight. I really really can't wait to see them. It has been awhile.

Too bad Farena can't make it. We would have a riot teasing her of her new figure. Hehe.

I hope somebody, anybody, brings a camera along!!

And it did

2009-08-01T15:20:00.004+08:00

In my 2 July 2009 entry, I wrote that I felt that something's about to happen.

And it did.

And it is also not a good thing.

To write about it would be to welcome further unnecessaries. But it is enough to say that I'm left , once again, feeling like a 2nd-class citizen. And it's so easy for people to talk about it huh, to judge me this and that but guess what? None of you are in my shoes and nobody understands what I've been going through. And then more.

SO, I've set tongues awagging. Alot of tongues. All these same kepo tongues would also be better off looking after themselves.

When something like this happen, it's only natural for me to fall sick because I'd be thinking too much, eating too little, and basically my body takes a beating from all the mess. So it was no surprise that I fell sick and my fever was like 39*c!! I thought I had H1N1 and on top of that, I think I had constipation too. I thought I was going to die. The cough came back and I hate to say this, but my coughs are very persistent (like a bad ex), and they usually take awhile to heal (like a bad breakup). Haha my analogies are whacked.

So anyway, I hope I don't cough too much in the office because I sure as hell do not want to offend anyone. God knows people get offended by me this past week already. I'm speaking in circles and in riddles and I think I better stop or I'll confuse myself further.

I'm totally Obsessed

2009-07-17T18:25:00.006+08:00

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.

You should totally watch Obsessed.

Thanks to Beyonce, I hope the message has finally crossed over to Yan, in a good way.

Her character said something like this to her husband "I specifically asked you if anything happened at the Christmas party and you said No. I just want the truth!" or someting like that lah eh. That sounds familiar and then my head snapped towards Yan's direction and he went like "It's just the movies" and I said "But movies draw inspirations from real-life people. Surely you of all people should know that." Hurhur. Don't quarrel with me lah.

Anyway, Happy Birthday to me huh. I am 20 years young this year. And Happy Birthday to Gong Yoo oppa. We share the same birthday. Like I said before, we were destined to be together - he just don't know it yet.

I Was Crampin'

2009-07-09T18:17:00.002+08:00

On Tuesday, I had a mother of all cramps and it wasn't funny at all.

So someone decided to step on my toes and ho boy, you picked a wrong day.

I just came back from the ladies when one of the secs told me one of the lawyers wanted to see me. I went into his room and he started saying "Why are all these papers in a mess? If there's no more space in the file, then can you please not be lazy and file them in another file?" WTF. Ok understand? WTF.

In the first place eh, I have not touched that particular matter for 2.5 months eh, and he knows this. The last thing I did anything for that file was 20 April this year. After that, it was given to another person to upkeep. So then why the fuck did he anyhow whack and accused me of being lazy and not get a new file right.

Second of all, my work area may seem messy and disorganised but I know where my things are. And the papers in my files are always kept neatly and properly. As in , everything is typed and arranged and no excess flying papers cos I cannot stand fat files either. So don't teach me how to file because I've been doing it longer than you.

I was pissed off lor. Did not help that I was having mother of all cramps and mother of all PMS, you know. And when I went back to my seat, I complained to my neighbour and just cried there, at my seat. And from that moment on, it was a crying fest. My cramps were so frequent and so painful that I cried at my desk again, because I don't know what else to do. I couldn't stand up to go home and I couldn't sit either cos my back hurt. Plus the emotional pain. Everything was too much. And I shamelessly cried in front of the MB. I think he's used to it by now. I think I'm beyond being embarrassed already. Whatever lah.

And then today right, the one who pisses Awin off came to the office limping. Limping! Haha.. Tu nama dia eh tuan-tuan dan puan-paun, is dholat. Retribution. Padan muka ok.

Are you Jimmy Ray?

2009-07-07T14:06:00.003+08:00

For the life of me, I cannot remember who the hell is Jimmy Ray. He looks like this.

Eli, Shoba, Zhen, Andrea and I met up with Jasie last evening. Jasie is a dear friend of mine who sat behind me in Sec 3 and 4 who liked to pull my hair and make funny, scary noises. I miss her very much and her son Travis (I call him Tyrese ala pak itam hurhur) is super cute. He's 8 now. It's hard to believe that J is a mother of an 8-year old. Cos she's still just herself. We've all grown 10 years olders but some things don't change. I enjoyed myself very much last night.

So one of the topics we talked about was Jimmy Ray and how one of his songs went like 'Are you Slim Ray? Are you Sting Ray? Are you Jimmy Ray?' or something... It was hilarious!

I can't wait to see them again this Saturday. I hope dinner at Bhav's happens too.

TIME-MJ

2009-07-02T14:15:00.002+08:00

We were buying drinks at a mama shop when I chanced upon TIME magazine with a classic picture of MJ on the cover.

Huda and I contemplated and it didn't take us long to decide that yes, we should get it. It may costs $8 now but it could sell for $80,000. That about covers half of my retirement plan, since the minister says that to retire at the age of 65, a person needs $2m in reserves funds. Cheyba.

SO, I bought one, and planning to buy another one for safekeeping, sealed in a plastic cover all. The first copy, for my own reading and it'd be kept to a minimal of finger contact. All that finger-oil and finger-sweat all haha... Eh inside got alot of nice photos of him when young and with the Jackson 5 you know. Very colourful. And him in his Thriller peak and then to his waning music career when he was better known as Wacko Jacko.

I keep feeling that something's gonna happen. I don't know what. Just, something. Hmm. Uneasy.

This was supposed to be published on 15 June 09

2009-06-22T20:14:00.005+08:00

But it was stuck in my outbox cos I didn't have time to post it.

I had a very good weekend. It was very fun and I enjoyed myself very much.

On Friday, I went for dinner with the boy and then off to Clarke Quay to meet some girlfriends. I thought we were supposed to go to Café Iguana for dinner/light dancing but they were already at Pump Room and I had to make my way in ALONE macam some loser you know. Lucky I found them at the dance floor – with a Jimmy. Now Jimmy looks like Urkel from Family Matters. Cuma he’s cooler cos he wore a shiny shirt and jeans and cooler sunglasses.

I have never been to Pump Room before but it was fun!! I think what makes a good night out is a combination of good company – in this case, Nonie, Sid and Anita (a new-found friend) – and good music. Music dia ala-ala ol’ skool and evergreen, seperti contoh, A Little Respect by Erasure and Sweet Child O’Mine by GNR. I very the love. I enjoyed myself and it'll be a night to remember good for a couple of months.

Then Saturday, it's movie marathon night with Yan - Angels & Demons (finally!) and Land of the Lost. Times with Yan are very precious so I appreciate the fact that his boyfriend wasn't somewhere in his shadows calling and asking to meet up with him or something. He can be very sebok and menyemak, you know. I don't think any girl would understand how I feel right now. So it may seem like I'm being very inconsiderate and not understanding but believe me you, he is very semak. Macam rumpun-rumpun yang bersepar at the walls of my primary school compound.

Anyway.

On Sunday, now Sunday was fun. Went for Nurah's wedding and I was thrilled cos I thought it'd be the first wedding where I won't have to take the cab and arrive breathless since it is just a 10-min walk away from my place. Wrong. I took the damn cab lah eh and the meter moved by do posen ajer. Apek cab tu confirm maki-hamun aku eh pasal buang masa dia ajer tapi hey dari dia pusing-pusing takder hasil baik amik aku kan, boleh earn $3. Hurhur.

Sid was already there, wearing a shocking pink baju kurung, and her husband, son, brother and parents in tow. I looked around me and waddya know, the girl from angmoh country was wearing a baju kurung and all this malay girls from Singapore pakai dress lah (looks at Nonie, Maz, Eli and herself) pakai jeans lah (looks at Jila) and shirts lah (looks at Ratna and Ley). She was trying to fit in with the malay community while we were trying to be all westernified. Westernified? Westernized! Ni semua dah terikut aku kan. Pasal, siapa yang mulakan pergi orang kahwin pakai dress? Aku jugak. Ni confirm apa tau... Confirm satu-satu nyer mak tanya "OI kau nak pergi merebang ke nak pergi orang kahwin ni ah?! Asal tak tau pakai baju kurung!" Abeh diorang jawab, "Alah takper ah... Awin yang start pergi orang kahwin pakai dress, orang pakai dress ah..." Mak diorang: "Ah tu ah aku dah cakap dari dulu, nak carik kawan biar yang betul... Biar yang senonoh sikit. Siapa suruh kau ikut si budak Awin tu pakai dress pergi orang kahwin?! Tak malu eh?"

Hurhur. Betul tak kawan-kawan? Tapi takper. I don't care. Stay true to yourself. There's no way I'm going to wear baju kurung panas-panas dengan heels all naik turun train. It's dress and into the cab, flowy hair still intact and make-up tak cair. Hey tempat orang kahwin kadang-kadang ada potential mats ok. Yang cuci pinggan lain. Yang mat kompang lain. Abeh couple yang kahwin tu punya members? Tak kan nak datang dengan baju kurung basah dengan your blusher at your chin and sweat marks on the top of your lips kan. Haa betul per. Hurhur aku bebual kons ah.

Ok this entry is pointless. It's so minah-esque I can't stand it.

M is for Man Utd and Marriage

2009-05-29T17:47:00.003+08:00

I've never found myself being so passionate about football before.

The last time I remember feeling excited for football was when Yan, I, Dayana and Han went to some Singapore v Some Country at Kallang Stadium. I had short hair, ruddy cheeks (cheybah haha) and was wearing red. Everyone was wearing red. Duh.

Of late, I feel that I am getting very involved with Man Utd. Hurhur. I try not to be a poseur you know i.e., those kinda girls who pretend to like football and talk football and discuss football just so that she can fit in with the boys or just so that the boys tengok dia cool ke haper ah. I try not to so usually I just sit quietly and watch. Whether my interest is due to a certain player called Ronaldo or not is another story lah you know? Hurhur. I know he's been around awhile but lately, I think he just got hotter and hotter. Yan is not gonna like me saying this because he thinks that Ronaldo is a big baby and liked to call foul and very lembik. He is not lembik ok. Have you seen his abs? And his thighs? Hello.

Anyway, I caught the Man U game with Barca last 2 nights. Aku macam betul jer tau. Went home, caught a couple of hours of sleep and meet Yan downstairs and we drove to SJC to join the rest of the boys. Siap bawak baju kerja semua cos it's off to work that morning.

The place was filled with so many male testosterones! Besides the food, you can smell Male. Alaah you know, bau jantan. All sweat and cigarette smoke and armpits and helmet hair. Haha. SJC is by the way, Simpang Joo Chiat. Cos one of the food stalls has a branch at Simpang Bedok, the boys called this one Simpang Joo Chiat. Pandai-pandai jer. Nobody else calls that SJC. Kita jer pandai-pandai.

Anyway, front row seats, aku tengok dongak seh. Sakit tengkuk lah nyah. Tapi Ronaldo nyer pasal, saya sanggup. Oh by the way about the game, I was very disappointed. Man Utd was so kanchiong spider and they just lose it. Barca was terrific though. Here I am, an amateur football audience and I can tell how fantastic Barca was. So smoove. That was some good football. And here I go being all poseur minah bola. Ok stoppit.

I saw 2 wedding invitations on the table for me a few nights ago.

And then my mum went like "Eh Awin, kawan-kawan kau semua dah kahwin Win..." I can sense war coming up ni. So I said "Ah abeh kenapa? Ibu stress?" She: "Ah yelah abeh kau bila....." Before she could finish, I interrupted her, cos I won't go down without a fight.

"AH TULAH ibu, siapa suruh pergi jemputan... Kan makcik-makcik semua dah tanya bila anak kau yang pompuan tu nak kahwin Jah? Sebabtu kan, orang tak suka pergi sedara-sedara nyer jemputan tau pasal orang tau mesti makcik-makcik kepo tanya-tanya. Kan orang dah warning sikit hari, jangan tanya pasal kahwin ni semua pasal its rimas ok!"

She: "Eh bukan sedara-sedara ibu lah... Ni kawan-kawan ibu tanya lah."

Me: "Ah sama lah! Jumpa kat mana? Kalau bukan kat jemputan, kat pasar kan? Bilang dengan makcik-makcik kepo, pergi jaga anak-anak diorang sendiri. And ibu pun jangan sebok tanya makcik-makcik kepo bila anak diorang nak kahwin! Makcik-makcik takder benda lain eh nak bebual pasal?" Tapi kan, kadang-kadang, bukan makcik-makcik jer kepo suka tanya pasal kahwin tau. Ada orang kan, umur baru 23 pun dah sebok-sebok pasal kahwin. Abeh lagi boleh bilang aku kalau aku nak kahwin, tak payah tunang pasal nanti aku akan reach expiry date. Eh fuck you lah. Siek ah aku 23 masih hepi-hepi seh.

Aku tengah hot seh itu jam. That was the first time my mum had outrightly talked about marriage. She didn't ask me directly lah, but she put it in such a way that you know, she'd like to know it herself. I think she's getting nervous already. Takut anak pompuan satu dia ni tak laku. Kesian mak aku. Dia succumb to peer pressure.

Ingat kahwin senang macam time dulu-dulu keper. Ingat cari laki macam pergi Sheng Siong cari tauge eh?

I'm not worried because my girls are all happily unmarried. Except for maybe Jila cos she asked me before if I wanted to be the MC during her wedding ceremony. So she's given that some thoughts. Hehe.

Ok lah. Off to home now to shower and change then meet my fellow Vietnam trippers for supper. Kahwin-kahwin talk makes me panas.

Tired and Unmotivated

2009-05-22T13:14:00.006+08:00

I think I have come to a place within myself where it could be anytime now where I throw in the towel.

I am just so tired and I feel a certain sort of unfairness and abuse! I know that working for the 2 most junior bosses in the team was not going to be easy, because shit flows downwards, and sometimes it's not their fault but I just have so many things to do! I have so many things to do that, I think I have not been doing my work well. It's like, a bit done here and a little there and I couldn't focus entirely and give it my best to any one matter.

It frightens me because in my line, mistakes are frowned upon and there could be costly trouble ahead and it's the pits when my neck is constantly on the chopping board, every single day of work.

So I eventually got on that plane to Ho Chi Minh and I had a good couple of days before Monday rolled by and work loomed again, and that totally ruined the remaining days for me. It's not fair! Just farken 3 days of leave and I was still worried about work. It's like, I cannot have a life as long as I'm here. Like, I sell my soul to work. What kinda shit life is this.

I went on a bit of self-reflection while I was backpacking and I have decided that I shouldn't beat myself over work and stop taking it upon myself to finish EVERYTHING, when the workload is obviously not delegated fairly and I feel grossly undermined. I have so many that it seems that I'm uncapable, unfocused and unreliable. Where fact of the matter is that, I try to multi-task but the work just don't stop. They just don't.

And I start to question myself the purpose of my being, other than working for a living. The only reason why I'm holding on is that I think my parents might have some trouble with their work too and if I can help, I help. So being unemployed right now may not be a good idea but seriously. I. Am. Jaded.

I'm so afraid of myself because I think, if it is really too much, I might just break down at my messy desk, cry my eyes out, and type a farewell letter. I don't want to act irrationally.

I can't even blog about how great my trip to HCM was. I enjoyed myself tremendously (at least for the first 2 days) and the last 3 days would have been awesome if not for the constant reminder of work.

And it doesn't help that here I am thinking about work and what to finish first, someone kept asking where to buy tapioca something for lunch or something like that. Like fuck, understand? Like, I'm scrambling to finish everything before I drop dead and people are thinking about lunch.

Well guess what? I've lost all appetite to eat for the last few days and I only eat when Yan is around cos that at least gives me some semblance of normalcy.

I used to be a free spirit you know. Nowadays, it's just so hard for me to find a reason to smile.

Such a depressing entry. I hate depressing entries. I'd do an angry entry anytime over a depressing entry.

Vietnam Yes No Maybe?

2009-05-15T22:55:00.002+08:00

At 4.30 p.m. today, it was discovered that the full-day hearing on Tuesday is vacated and the new date would be in JULY!!!

I would have spoken French here if I could but the implication of it might cause some problem in future so I'll hold my tongue.

[insert favourite French aka swear words here]

If you don't know what I'm getting at, read my entry on Saigone (or something) below. Where I was very angry with the fact I couldn't go to Vietnam with my cousins and her friends.

SO it seems that I can go afterall. BUT, how the hell could I do it when I have such short notice and I haven't packed, have not a big enough backpack, no proper shoes, don't know what to bring, what to buy, HAVEN'T CHANGE CURRENCY DONG DONG BETUL SEH. Dong is the Vietnamese currency by the way hurhur.

Oh but on a whim, I ran to Arcade to change SGD150 to some Dongs, without even being sure if I'm going. Just go with the flow, you know? Right now, my stuffs at work are more or less done (I think) and all that is left is to go online and get the damn ticket, which frankly I don't know why I still have not gotten around to doing it. Maybe cos I'm a bit worried about work. A bit only lah. Not enough to stop me from going though.

Still procrastinating.

Wah ni kalau aku betul jadi pergi, this is like my super ultimate spur of the moment nyer decision ni. Takder planning takder ke haper tiba-tiba jer last kopek nak pergi. Ni nama nya, punkrock. Haa korang dah lama tak dengar itu word punkrock kan. Hurhur.

If I decide to go, I'd have to pay $225 for the flight when I could have paid only $160 before. And best part is, I had a premonition you know. I was thinking to myself, 'wouldn't it be great if the Court comes back like a week before the hearing with a vacated hearing' and then 'nah wouldn't happen' and all this while, I had this feeling that somehow, the hearing won't happen. Vietnam was always somewhere there at the back of my head. I swear I have ESPn lah ok. Don't doubt me when I say I have it. I know when I'm being lied to too. If I were to be a character from the Twilight series, I'd be Alice. Hurhur.

Ok still procrastinating.

I should be getting online and buy the damn ticket already. I have a backpack but don't think it's big enough. The plan is for Yan to help me pick it up from a friend's place but guess what, he's still not done with shooting and he's not picking up the phone. I'm all alone in the office on Friday night lah Bedah. Seram dan stress.

Ni kalau aku jadi pergi kan, I would be so happy I won't believe it.

Ok enough, Yan just called to pick me up in 10 mins. So I better buy NOW. Pantat.

Fuck.ed up

2009-05-04T11:02:00.004+08:00

I think I'm dying. Really.

I have been coughing since 17 April and it was followed by flu a week later. My mucus and phlegm are yellow and gooey.

My body temperature ranges from 37.6*c to 38.1*c.

I have muscle pain and body aches.

Sounds like H1N1 right? I know.

To be honest, I've been feeling worried myself.

I got the cough bouts right after having some super spicy Indian food for lunch. Indian rojak came to mind, anyone?

This was followed by stress from work. Nobody would wanna be in my shoes really. I think my colleagues are a bit worried cos I've been coughing and spreading the germs. Well hello, I don't want this either but if I go on MC, who would do my work? Who would do my discovery?

My trial starts today and I don't even want to think about it cos I'm so pissed at this secretary who refused to come to the office to help me, citing, her boss told her not to because *quote* the rest of them can cope *unquote* 'Them' meaning me, my boss and the pupil. Eh nabei cibai if we can cope, we wouldn't have left the office close to 4 a.m. this morning ok! 3 of us doing copies and binding in preparation for the trial. I don't care. I'm gonna talk about work now. Come what may.

I don't understand this stupid girl. My boss already said we could use an extra pair of hands yesterday, and you know what she did? She called her boss to ask if she really need to come. And her boss, of course, said no. So I told her that her boss wouldn't know what are the documents that needed copies so obviously he told her she didn't have to come.

And this stupid girl of course didn't come cos the boss said no need what. If she got half a brain, she would take the initiative to come and help. And fuck it. This matter is her boss's matter lah ok. He asked my director for help and he in turn asked my boss to do the drafting and that's the only reason I'm helping.

I just can't stand the injustice of this. Everyone's busting their ass for this trial and what has she done for the trial? Nothing. Zilch. So fuck you understand. You can go around the office wearing spaghetti strap tops and show off your generous bust size but you couldn't help when shit needs to be cleaned up. And she still got the cheek to call me at 10.30 p.m. and ask if I'm done and then laughed when I said I have not. And your point for calling me was? Are you gonna come to the office to help? No right? So fuck you. And she's damn longwinded one you know. Already not there to help but waste my time talking to me on the phone.

It didn't help that I almost had heatstroke cos they wasn't any air-conditioning in the office, and I was sick and my immune system is whacked, and I was coughing up green glue, and I was dripping green mucus and I had dried up ones in my nose and had to breathe through my mouth and did not have the time for dinner. Can fucking cope, my perky ass.

I so angry you know. And now, I'm losing sleep and having nightmares because I have discovery to do. Discovery is like, the bane of my life. You will know when I have discovery to be done when I have eyebags and dark shadows under my eyes.

So so angry.

Sigh, gone (Saigon)

2009-04-28T18:53:00.004+08:00

Hurhur, am I witty or what, my subject title.

I'm so angry and so upset, I could kill the next person who gets on my case.

The plan was to go backpacking with my cousins and their friends in Vietnam for 5 days. How cool and exciting is that right? I know. I've been wanting to backpack to Vietnam for the longest time lah... I don't know why. I just wanna. And it must be Vietnam. Not other cities. Vietnam first. A guy friend backpacked there alone last year and I was so awed. I would follow him if I could but that would be so wrong lor.

So anyway, you can probably guess my excitement when I discovered that my cousins are backpacking to Vietnam. Shireen is gonna go to Thailand, then Cambodia (another place I wanna go) and last leg of the backpacking trip is going to be Vietnam. So the plan is me, my 2 cousins and a couple of other people are joining Shireen and her friends at Ho Chi Minh.

There would be 8 of us and it would so fun! BUT. This is where I stop talking about fun and start crying in the girls' toilet just now.

There is a full day hearing on the 19th and I asked my FB if I could go on leave. And she said I have to check with my colleague cos they would need someone to be around for the hearing. So I checked with this colleague and she said she's taking leave on 18th and 19th May.

I WANTED TO SCREAM! She said it's her kids exam week and she need to be at home to coach them. Ok I know I have no right to judge but look, last minute revision can help meh. And not say I wanna be mean but right, her kids are gonna do badly/not-so-well anyway so why the hell does she bother. This is a very nasty remark from me, I know. But I've heard her complained enough on how bad her kids' school work are and how they get less than average marks on their test etc so is it any surprise why I am so bitter about this? Because she's gonna take leave and supposedly coach her kids but they're gonna do badly anyway, you get my drift? Then what's the point!

And you know what pisses me off the most? She asked me why I'm asking her about the leave so I told her that there's a full-day hearing on the 19th for this matter that both our bosses are on. And you know her reply?? "Huh then why you ask me? I'm not involved in [clients' name] what..." EH KNN not involved kepala waklu lah! Dengan sarden nyer dia kata dia tak involved! Tu yang buat darah aku UP banyak ni...

I've been doing alot for this matter. I've co-ordinated some project stuff that she doesn't even help with the co-ordination and this is taking into account that she's an executive, you know. I've been working until I fall sick for a week and couldn't take MC and I don't even deserve 3 stupid days? Wtf is this. I sell my soul to work lah fuck, understand.

And this rubbish about how single people should give way to married-with-kids colleagues? Utter rubbish. Like as if I don't have a family of my own; as if I don't have agendas of my own. It really is very frustrating.

You don't know how badly I wanna go on this trip. It's painful.

Vampire vs Wolf

2009-04-20T12:18:00.003+08:00

I'm into my third book of the oh-so-popular Stephanie Meyer's 4-part series vampire extravaganza.

And I must say this - I'm in love.

With a vampire.

And a werewolf.

Both, at once.

Hurhur. I know right?

But you see. The third book was the one that got me all excited. At first I thought Edward (Mr. Vampire) is like, the role model for all boyfriends in the whole wide world. In fact, I tell myself, if vampires really exist, can the vampires please come forward and make me one.

But Jacob Black (Mr. Werewolf) was so hot and so charming and so sweet in the third book that I was all like hey, what do we have here! I'm ashamed to say that I teared a few times in the train while reading the book. And then I had to stop and blink a few times and pretend that there is something in my eye.

And then, I was torn because I couldn't make up my mind who would I choose if I were Bella (the human love interest of Mr. Vampire and Mr. Werewolf).

Mr. Werewolf is hot ok! He is sweet and although he's not as suave and charming as Mr. Vampire, he has this certain something about him. He has this effect on me, like you know... Toe-curling. Hurhur. I am so gushing like a teenager right, I know!

This is ridiculous. First, it's all those Korean boys. Then, it's vampires and werewolves. My real like must suck so much that I like being lost in reel life.

All things married

2009-04-07T19:45:00.004+08:00

I didn't realise it has been more than a month since I last blogged. I miss blogging. I wish I could blog like, every day.

Anyway, I have an idiot for a brother. He's so bloody annoying. For example, he doesn't know how to switch off the lights before leaving for work. Or close the house windows when it rained. He will leave for work in the morning and 5 mins later, walked back into the house because he forgot his bike keys / helmet / cash card / testicles. And walked into the house and into his room WITH his shoes on! Bengap ke aper siak. Kan orang tua-tua cakap kalau kasut bawak jalan dalam rumah tak masuk rezeki ke haper lah.

And my mum macam maid tau, dah cucikan baju mereka, lipatkan all, then he doesn't even know how to bring them back in. And he will choose his shirt from that same pile of clothes and leave the rest outside.

Basically, dia tak tau jaga rumah. As in, he doesn't know how to see if there's anything about in the house that needs clearing sikit-sikit ke... You know, simple things like switching off the lights before leaving the room. Tu basic siak. BASIC.

Anyway, CONGRATULATIONS SUSHI!! Cheybah cheybah cheybok dah kahwin seh! So many friends got married! So many! Am I stressed? No. Am I jealous? Not really. If I am, only because I want to be make-up and wear kahwin clothes and not the marriage itself hurhur. Is my biological clock ticking? Don't think so. I only like nice-smelling babies and don't want to clean up after them. So then, why the hell do I feel rimas? I think it's because everyone else around me is either married, getting married or planning for marriage.

Like, is there something wrong with me?? I'd like to think I'm fine because my close girlfriends don't seem like they're in a hurry either. A poll with Maz and Ratna showed that they too are liking the way things are now - unmarried, focus on work/studies etc. That's not saying that we are not interested in one day starting a family, but you know... Not just yet. Maybe I should get some things in my life straighten out first. Seram seh, kahwin-kahwin. It's so kakak-kakak stuff. Hurhur...

And another one turns 26!

2009-03-02T19:06:00.002+08:00

Hello woman!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MAZZIE!!

Hope your 26 would be as fantastic as your 25 was!!

(Especially the last few days running up to 26! Hurhur..)

And another got married!

2009-03-02T18:56:00.005+08:00

My heart is so painful, you know. So painful.

Anyway on another note, Rohaya's wedding was prettyyy!! The bride was prettyyy!! And she looked so good with the husband! Congratulations Rohaya! (if you're reading this!)

I always feel happy whenever I see a friend getting married. I really am happy for them. But then, I remember that the more girlfriends got married, the less there will be for my hen night! Haha! Tu yang important eh~ Hen night... But correct what. Married women cannot stay overnight with friends mah, cos the husbands may not like it.

I think there're 2 more weddings coming up. Bhav and Nurah. And Rai? Not sure when is hers but she'd engaged so Insya Allah it'd be soon. Yay friends go marry and be merry!

Anyway, Ju's hen night was spent with the girls having lots of fun. I had lots of fun *winks at Maz*

FATabulous

2009-02-18T19:12:00.003+08:00

Ok this one, I must say.

There's this girl right, who is really getting on my nerves. Like big time. IF you do what she is doing, you will be so damn annoying, it's not funny.

First of all, some background info.

So she just broke up with her boyfriend. To counter the heartache, she went into a shopping and makeover frenzy. I'm not against that. If that makes her happy, by all means, GO SPEND when the whole world is fearing that they might not have a job in the next 6 months or so. Hah ok so then there were alot of changes in her. Permed hair, longer eyelashes, higher hemlines and a skinnier body. Ok so fine. Skinny.

BUT PLEASE.

It gets to a point where she goes on and on and on about being skinny. SEPERTI CONTOH. For example.

Me: Hey you want some cookies?

She: No thanks. I don't like. It's fattening you know. I should cut down on fattening stuff and you should too.

&@^#$ Like, how the hell did I get into the picture ni! I was just being nice by offering you a cookie dammit!

Ok then another example. Ni baru tadi terjadi ni ha.

She told my boss that she was going for dinner. As in, out with friends for dinner lah. So my boss said something like "wah happiness go dinner" and because she is a suaku bangsa tak faham omputeh nyer bahasa, she was like (dalam suara dia yang penuh kechinchongan) "HAH WHAT HAPPINESS?" so my boss went like, "go dinner can eat then happy mahh..." AND GUESS WHAT SHE SAID?

"Why happy leh... I don't like to eat dinner later I become ff...." Guess what she was going to say, the "ff..." part? And then it was followed by this: "Opps I don't want to say already, later Farzuin scold me."

And I was like "Yah what it's damn bloody annoying you know fat lah fattening lah you want to eat, eat lah! And it's not just me who finds it annoying you know..."

Like, what the hell right? If you don't like to eat dinner, then why the hell do you even bother going out for dinner and chiooong the whole night until cannot wake up the next day for work then take urgent morning leaves/MC???

I really don't like bitching about work or the people at work cos I like to leave work at the office door the moment I stepped out of the office. But THIS is really getting ridiculously ridiculous. AND also, I think she doesn't have the right to say I should lose weight/I'm fat when I don't even find anything wrong with myself. Just because now you can wear bare backs and tube tops doesn't mean you can diss people. Ey gi scrub badan dulu sebelum pakai itu tube tops lah ey!

Sekali aku bitch-slap dia sikit, hah rambut perm dia tu jadi lurus, gigi jadi lurus so tak payah pakai braces lagik, dan eyelashes pun jadi lurus. Serba-serbi LURUS. Jangan push me too far okay because I am all grown-up now and I think my tolerance of annoying people is quite high but don't try me.

So this is a reminder to all the girls! You can have a bad break-up but don't lose yourself in trying to gain back your convenience. Have some dignity and do it with grace. Cheyba.

The Reader

2009-02-18T16:51:00.002+08:00

Ok quick one. I know I haven't been blogging.

Anyway, if you must catch just one movie this week, please watch The Reader.

You must. MUST. Betul aku tak bedek. It's better than Changeling.

Yan and I agreed that the dialogue/script is very strong.

Thumbs up to Kate Winslet. The last time I saw her boobs was in Titanic. Or at least the illusion of her boobs. 10 years later, they made a comeback on screen. I think they sagged a bit but what do you expect after 10 years right? Hurhur. If my body looked that good after 10 years, I think I too would bare it all for a few million bucks *looks down at own body* Ok maybe not.

And TWO thumbs up for that Kross boy whatshisface. He was very good too. Cute in an awkward way. Oh but a bit of a warning though - he was naked too! So this movie they erm, basically like to let everything hang out. But don't worry. It was tastefully done.

Oh just go watch it already! I want to share how awesome The Reader is!

Redundant Friday

2009-01-09T20:07:00.003+08:00

It's a Friday, and I'm in the office (again), although I'm going off soonish.

I'm so tired of spending Fridays in the office, or if it is not the office, then it's home straight. WHY NOBODY ASKS ME OUT NI. Aku ni macam loser lah. No wonder some friends I know have stopped meeting me and always give all sorts of excuses whenever I asked them out. Ok, not some. A few. Maybe not even a few. A couple.

*does the L-action on the forehead and laughes secretly at Ley and Maz*

Ehem. Anyway. My weekend this time round will be pretty much useless too. Maybe I should zip by the video store and buy another Korean drama.

Oh speaking of which, I still have not uploaded the Korean trip pictures. Ratna says she has like, 600 plus of them in her Facebook. HAH APA BEDAH, ANAM RATUS??? I think I took the least number of photos while I was there cos I pretty much have most of the memories etched in my mind CHEYYYYdeBAH annoying tak?

This entry is useless.

If I don't have anything on on Fridays, I usually go home straight and mop OR spend my money on clothes and shoes. I just bought 2 new pairs of shoes, 2 black dresses (1 of which is a short party dress and another a tube dress. EH PANTART aku ni mana peh happening nak beli PARTY DRESS ni! Friday pong takder benda nak buat, eleh party dress konon. AND PLS eh, don't even let me get started on the TUBE DRESS. Tank top pong tak berani keluar pakai, TUBE DRESS konon), 2 tank tops (to be worn inside a cardigan cos I am modest like that), 1 short jacket and 1 minah-clubbing top.

Oh you know, minah-clubbing top. Alaaa it's a staple minah-clubbing getup lah, takkan tak tau.. Yang ala-ala Chaos kat Far East Plaza tu lah. Yang ala-ala flowy-flowy at the sleeves and super lowcut and very transparent, so it is important that you find a nice camisole to wear inside that minah-clubbing top, unless of course, you're a minah and kalau pakai tu dengan coli pong kirakan okay jugak, you know.

So this is what happens if I am farken free on a Friday. Say that out lout and quickly. Farken free on a Friday.

It has a nice ring to it.

30 December 2008

2008-12-30T18:55:00.003+08:00

Hi, I'm back! Last Monday! Heh.

I can't wait to put up some of the pictures that we took in Korea. For example, there's me with a superhot B-boy, yo. But that's in Ratna's camera, so I have to wait for her to load it. He can move his neck and body muscles in such a way that it seems they're moving on their own! Ok I don't quite know how to describe it but it was hot! That was when we went to a B-boy ala breakdance concert in Seoul. Gerek seh tu!

Then there was me in Coffee Prince Cafe, against the backdrop of sunflowers where Choi Han-Kyul (Gong Yoo oppa) and Go Eun Chan (Yoon Eun Hye) first kissed hurhur. Psycho lah aku ni. But saya SUKA SEKALI!!~

I'm having Post Korea Depression. This time last 2 weeks, we were at Seoul Tower, taking an instant portrait of ourselves and laughing ourselves silly. I kinda miss the cold weather, but I don't miss feeling nauseous when I'm tooo cold.

Shit lah. Macam nak pergi sana lagi.

One more day to 2009.

What have you accomplished in 2008?

I left my soul in Seoul

2008-12-18T21:46:00.003+08:00

Seoul is cold. Very cold.

I occasionally get like, cold spastic spasms (if there is such a thing).

We went to Nami Island today. If you are not aware, that's where Winter Sonata was shot. Winter Sonata was the start of the Korean drama craze and the lead actor Bae Yong Joon was the original auntie killer. Sungguh tak hensem sangat but auntie killer nonetheless. Nami Island is beautiful! Korea has got alot of places to paktor you know! No wonder the guys here are so loving and affectionate! So many places to bring their girlfriends to! I lost count of how many girls I saw holding a bouquet of flowers in one hand and their oppa's hand in the other. Sigh sigh sigh.

I think ah, I want to stop blogging here lah. I think there are dubious people reading my blog. But then, I've been saying this for a very long time now and whimsical flights of fancy is still around right? It has weathered crazy people and comments. Maybe later.

I bought a shitload of stuffs (but still pretty measly compared to Ley and Ratna) and I was so stressed cos I don't have space to put them but now I do! I bought a kembes bag for 5,000 won. Everytime I go somewhere, I end up buying a kembes bag to put in my shopping. Rumah aku ada beribu bag kembes yang bermacam-macam gaya eh~ Dah boleh bukak kedai kembes hurhur...

Ok I wanna shit and I better stop the Ley and the Ratna from watching too much of their Korean variety you-tubes.

Jangan bukan-bukan at Busan

2008-12-14T23:08:00.003+08:00

Hi again.

We're already at Busan, and good thing is, we don't have to go to a PC Bang cos we have internet and PCs right here in the hotel!! They have FOUR PCs. AMPAT, kau! Berbaloi kan. Tak sia-sia jer bayar extra pasal tukar-tukar hotel. And then right, right under our hotel is a departmental store, plus our hotel is situated smack in the middle of some shopping district! Dia macam, ala-ala Far East meets Bugis market.

Abis tu kan, we were so hungry cos we have not had a proper meal like rice and dishes (we've been stuffing our faces with nonsense food like instant noodles and bread and tuna and biscuits and chocolates) so we hunted the ala-ala Bugis market and found a place that sells seafood! So we pandai-pandai order steamed fish and broiled eel and sotong and HA-KAU, our table was filled with all these side dishes like leaves and kimchi and wasabe and mussels. So we didn't know how to eat these things right? Then came this ahjummah and she took a leaf, took a seasoned eel, some sprigs of spring onion, kimchi, wrapped it up tightly, dipped it in chilli and stuffed it into Ley's mouth!! Like, literally stuff it into her mouth ok! Entah tangan dia cuci ke tidak seh. Mana tau baru abis cebok-cebok ke... Baru abis lap peluh ke... Abeh the Ley pong main sebat jer tu daun. Hurhur. Oh and then right, this ahjummah is so tak tau malu one. She feed us, then use the same chopsticks to feed herself. Feed us, then feed herself. Tanpa segan silu eh sila~ Sendiri masak, sendiri makan.

Oh and then in Korea right, they have sambal belachan also. Looks exactly the same, except for the limau nipis. And the people in the restaurant were so amused with us that the ahjushi next to our table belanja kita DUA BOTOL AIR COCA-COLA!!! Dia kata, "service". Apparently, if the people in Korea wants to give us free things, they call it "service". Hurhur lain macaammm jer word "service" tu. I can't help but think dirty whenever "service" comes up. In fact, before this "service" from the ahjushi, we got another "service" in the form of 2 free packs of wet towels from Family Mart in Jeju. I think they like us. Ok maybe they like Ley and Ratna cos they wear tudung. The Koreans seem so intrigued with them that I feel so left out! Maybe I should wear the tudung for the next few days just so that I can feel ala-ala exotic. HURHUR.

We are having so much fun here. Our first day in Busan was definitely awesome. I like doing random stuffs and going to places that we normally would not in Singapore. Like the snooker place yesterday. Tu dodgy maha dodgy ok. Alot of smoking men looking all grudge and here we have 3 Malay girls mana peh step nak main snooker pahahaha... Yor-yor orh lah korang ni.

Oh and I had a scare this morning on the flight to Busan, you know. While checking in, I placed my handphone in the basket to go under the scan. And I left with my bag, coat and jeju marmalade but left my handphone in the basket! While in the plane, I remembered about my handphone and turned my bag inside out and dengan muka panic asked the stewardess to help me look for my missing handphone. I think we were just minutes away from taking off.

Nonetheless, they found my handphone. I think it was because it was a Samsung and they probably feel that it's not worth selling cos it was peeling at the side all.

I so poor thing, you know. Cos on the first day, the zip on my luggage went bonkers and I had to buy a new luggage. I have alot of nonsense on my own to deal with. And let's not even start on the climb to Mt Halla. I wanted to die! So unfit, so cold, have not fully recovered from my flu and cough AND the icing on the cake? I twisted my ankle while climbing up! So I only covered about 1/4 of the way up and had to go down alone, with people staring at me cos I look so different from them.

And I'm in my tank top and pants and Ley turned on her iPod, alahh... Buat macam rumah sendiri gitu. It's our fifth day tomorrow. We're left with 7 more days, and I'm sure the people at work are missing me but for reasons like, "why the hell do I have to do Farzuin's work when I have alot of my own!" I feel quite bad for having to take 8 days leave from work but this was planned like, in August or something. Oh well. I just have to buy lots of stuffs back for them.

I haven't even finished this vacation and I'm already thinking of where to go next, which shouldn't be the case since I should be saving money in these times but oh! It's so tempting!

The wonderlust is itching to go to Europe next!

(Bebual macam banyak duit jer deni).

Greetings from Jeju~!

2008-12-13T22:02:00.002+08:00

Hello! Greetings from the Jeju Island!

This place is freaking cold or what!

I'm at a dodgy internet cafe in Jeju with the Ley and the Ratna. We are safe, all in one piece. You know why I said that? Cos Ley drove for 2 days! Hurhur. Ok she wasn't all that bad, just a little nervous. And understandably so cos the cab drivers here all pretend to be Lewis Hamilton! We have a GPS system in our white Laceti (all the cars here are white by the way), and it would have been perfect has it not been in Korean! So kita pandai-pandai lah eh pakai GPS in Korean and we survived. I was appointed co-pilot and I don't think I did all that bad hurhur...

We ran into a little misadventure but I think the One above was looking after us cos help came in a form of an ahjushi and his son. Bless them.

We will be flying off to Busan tomorrow for another 3 days, hopefully there are internet cafes there too (they call them PCbang here, as in "Bang, angkatkan kain baju, bang..." Hurhur...

I wish I could bring back some Jeju oranges back to Singapore but it's gonna be a hassle lor... So heavy all.

Ok until next one!

Gong Yoo is nearer than I thought

2008-12-09T22:43:00.002+08:00

This time tomorrow, I will be sitting next to Ratna in the plane to Incheon while Ley sits behind us. Hurhur.

I can't wait.

But I fell sad too you know. I don't really like the feeling of leaving Singapore and saying goodbyes to the people who sent me off. Aku kalau travel selalu mesti ada at least 10 orang hantar. Serious, tak bedek. That time to NZ, I had my family, my grandparents, Ratna, Maz, Eli, Yan, Bernard, and 3 of Yan's friends whose names I don't recall. Dah 14 tu. And then I end up crying cos I cannot bear to see them seeing me off.

Macam mana nak jadi globe-trotter ni!

Oh and Ratna and Ley, don't be surprised if you see me sniffing into my pillow somewhere on the 6th night or so eh. Cos that's when I'll start missing my family and friends. Alah korang buat tak tau jer lah.. Heh.

Oh I have one bit of news.

My uncle found out that I was going Korea yesterday right. So then he told me it's snowing there and I asked him how did he know. He said he has a Korean friend whom he got to know when he was an International student at a university in Malaysia. This guy was an International Political Studies (or something) student there. He said this Korean guy is a regular army personnel and his camp is at the border of North Korea and South Korea. HELLO THAT'S WHERE GONG YOO'S CAMP IS HOKAY?!! Eh apa ni! Gong Yoo is nearer to me than I thought! Must be nice to my uncle then maybe he'll let me talk to this Korean friend of his. Then can ask him to pass his handphone to Gong Yoo and that's where we will begin our friendship. WOW it's possible ok! Hurhur. It's possible right, when I put it this way. No?

Ok then. Must go home and pack. Haven't packed yet lah siols.

Phrasebook.facebook

2008-12-06T17:09:00.004+08:00

My mum is so sweet. She called me up and asked if I had learnt any basic conversational Korean and I said no, but Ratna has an English-Korean translation book or something and she went on to buy me a pocket-sized phrasebook. Hurhur.

So now I'm able to tell people if I'm lost in Korean. Kee-rul eero-ssumneeda. Heh.

Thanks Huda for having a friend at Esprit hehe. I got my winter coat at a very good deal, and while we're at it, why not throw in a pair of jeans too, I thought!

One Fine Day, I will be better...

2008-12-03T18:07:00.002+08:00

Last Saturday, we had our firm Family Day @ the Movies at Viva la Vivo. So I brought Melor and we watched Madagascar 2. Then Huda came along and brought with her a Pri 1 boy. Hurhur kita dah macam single parents, you know! Young mums with kids in tow. That would make me pregnant at 17. Hmm.

Anyway, on the way back, I walked past Poh Kim the video store and enquired about One Fine Day and what do you know! They have it! I was so sad cos every video store I entered said they're out of stock you know. And best thing was, it was only $15!

But then right, now that I have One Fine Day, I coldn't watch it cos why? I'm busy with work. The nature of this work is best left undescribed, save for the fact that it makes me cry. So now it's like, nasib macam kentang kan, dah ada One Fine Day, but cannot watch it. I had intended to watch that before I fly off to Korea next week.

But oh, blessings come in many devices. On Monday, I discovered that the nature of work I was referring to wouldn't continue and I am free! FREE!! But alas, I am down with fever of 38.3* and flu too. I feel woozy and tired and kept drifting in and out of sleep. And still dreaming of work. I dreamt that I was surrounded by mountains and mountains of papers and that I would have to do discovery for the rest of my life. Gasp! The horror the horror lah pantat! Not funny lor, the dream.

But even if the body is incapitated, the eyes are not, so apa lagi, I've been watching One Fine Day back to back hurhur... Life is partly blissful, amidst the mucused-tissues and bouts of coughs and hallucinations.

We're flying next Wednesday and I have not prepared or bought anything! No winter coat, no proper shoes, no proper pants (cos I'm always in skirts), no proper warm tops. I am so dead. I can imagine its gonna be a mad scramble to get all those stuffs just days before my trip. I have to be careful with money, though. Must not be an impulse shopper. Must remember recession. Must remember kids at home. Sigh.

Although I must say, I think I'm better with money now than I was a few years ago. But the taxi thing must really stop. I should cut down on taxis. Taxis are evil. They make you pay so much!

Ok, until next time. I try to squeeze in an entry before I leave. And with Ratna brining the lappie along on the trip (she says she's got work to do there. How is that even possible!), maybe we can blog while we're in the land of kimchi and Gong Yoo. Hurhur, land of Gong Yoo.

Ok toodles. Until the next one.

Yesterday got Hady Basah

2008-11-28T23:09:00.002+08:00

Oh forgot to mention, I saw Hady in Don't Forget the Lyrics. Hurhur. And I just had to call Jila to make her jealous cos she was on her way home and couldn't catch it. Haha. And then right, she messaged me saying "Alah takper, I can watch it at youtube."

Sore loser.

I wish Jonathan and Taufik could just diam and let Hady sing. Heh. Aku so disgusting lah. So groupie.

WHY am I in the office

2008-11-28T22:39:00.004+08:00

Gah. Can you believe it. It's been a while since I last blogged and I actually forgot my blogspot password. I can't believe why I am so busy. WHY?! WHY do I do this?? WHY do I have to work?? Other people also must work what but WHY can they talk on the phone about mundane stuffs and tap the card early but WHY am I still here in the bloody office on a Friday night, YOU TELL ME.

I think it's time to switch jobs. Surely, being a full-time couch potato couldn't be that bad. But I need money. What do I do for money... :(

Many years ago, someone told me that I can find a sugar daddy and let him supply me with income. So I told her that well yeah, sure I can, but I have to give something back in exchange, right? Dalam dunia ni mana ada benda free, kan. Nak mampos pong kena bayar ok? So then her answer was? "Oh no, you don't have to have sex if you don't want to. There are many ways to go about that."

THANK GOD the train arrived just about then and I made a big production of getting up and dropping my bag lah and made a big fuss all that the topic was naturally dropped when we got into the train. Yes, I am a natural like that. Cos sorry eh tumpang lalu, siapa nak berdiskusi tentang hal ehwal 'many other ways to go about that' although if it were just her and me, I'd love to hear the many other ways lah hurhur. But only because I'm curious at what she's capable of doing. She'e really something you know. The best yor-yor orh I've ever met. Hurhur.

But because of that, I couldn't get her tips on how to keep a sugar daddy without having to give him a piece of myself in return. Ada sugar daddy yang suka main Scrabble tak? Sudoku ke... I'm such a Sudoku junkie, it's disgusting. In fact, Yanti gave me a whole stack of Sudoku puzzles all bound and ready to go! Hi, Titit! How're the Arabs?

Anyway, I am very depressed and stressed with work. In fact, I spend half an hour crying this morning (and was so shit late) because I didn't want to go to work. I don't know what's wrong with me. I think I've let myself drown too deep and didn't want to cry for any buoy. I thought I was superwoman. Sigh sigh sigh.

Oh Man, Seok! / Bali

2008-11-08T12:48:00.019+08:00

Hello, world! Miss me??

Sorry, I've been busy.

I've been busy with him.

Oh Man-Seok. Oh man, is this one hot oppa. He may not be as hot as Gong Yoo but he has a kind face. I like a guy with a kind face.

I feel like I'm cheating on Gong Yoo you know, because I have a new infatuation. Something like, I'm cheating on Gong Yoo while he's busy bursting his ass off driving the war tank all the way at some border in Korea. But but... I can't help it. This is one is too hot to be ignored!

He acted in The Man in the Vineyard or Vineyard Man and it's confirmed - I like guys who are not fair, and are very good with their hands! Ala-ala pekebun ke... Plumber ke... Mekanik ke.. Hurhur.

That's not saying I wanna marry a farmer or a plumber lah, you know. Just someone who is very good with their hands other than their day job. A guy who can fix leaking pipes (I think we've gone through this before) and change the lightbulb. And I have this fixation with guys' arms. I like a pair of tan, strong and nice-looking arms. Not too much hair cos then you can't see the shape of the muscles and veins. You know what I mean. Hurhur.

I realise also that I like my Korean men to be a bit tan and not the fair variety. Cheydebah variety eh. Bebual pasal Korean guys macam bebual pasal kuih. So they're Korean right, but they must be a bit tan like a Malay boy Hurhur. Oh and they must have eyes that speak volumes! Like you know Jake Gyllenhaal? Ok I like guys with eyes like him. Macam muka kesian. The kinda eyes that make you want to take care of him for the rest of your live. Hurhur ok I'll stop now. I got carried away. (But here's an example teehee).

Anyway, I've finished watching the series and the high is enough to last me a few more days. Sometimes, I smile like a psycho in the train when I play back the scenes in my head :)

Here's some very belated pictures from my team trip to Bali in July. He may not be reading this but thanks to my team Director for bringing all 13 of us on a short vacation. Again! Again!

Breakfast. Runny yolks ~mmmMMm~

Eileen and I in our big-ass villa pool. If you intend to stay in Bali for a vacation, try Ulin Villas and Spa. Sungguh memuaskan. Very the love.

The team girls gallivanting in the pool. It's so weird seeing the people I work with in their bikinis. Heh. But it was fun.

Mamat Bali with hot body who has a crush on Eileen. We were at Nusa Dua playing water sports and getting hit on by mamats Bali. When one of them asked for my email address (hasn't he heard of telephone numbers?), I wanted to give him my director's. And he asked my team leader if she is from India, because she is Indian! Wth. When she said "No, I'm from Singapore", he asked again: "Oh so you original ah?" Eh no ah. Bbq flavour, Hot & Spicy flavour. Hurhur.

The team girls at Jimbaran Bay for seafood dinner!

Sunset Paradise. Wish I am there.

... And all that jazz!

2008-10-23T18:09:00.003+08:00

When Yan told me we'll be going to a jazz concert, I was quite excited cos I kinda like all that jazz.

But then yesterday, he mentioned in passing that it's some kinda japanese jazz band! Apa dia bang?? Hah band jazz jepong??

Err... Okayyyy...

I'm open to new experiences in music EXCEPT for trance or house or bangsa yang bunyinya ala-ala tiu-tiu-tiu macam bunyi tembak kat arcade.

So since this japanese jazz concert would be free, I shall just go and see how it goes.

Anyway, Saturday with the Bella belles and boys and Sunday with the rest of the amah pinoys was fun. Will post an update and pictures soonish.

In the meantime, I feel like an orphan you know. Both my bosses are away today and tomorrow. Wa tak aler gahmen leh.

Hari Raya Outing...

2008-10-14T17:07:00.008+08:00

... Will not happen this year.

I have been wanting to tell the girls to let's just scrape Raya outing this year because of several reasons. Then Ley thought of the same too. But for me, these are the reasons why I think we should make do without it:

Reason #1:

Oddly, I am the go-to person for these kinda stuffs. But since I've been busy this year, there would be no calling calling and no planning planning eh, sorry.

Reason #2:

Even if I have the time to actually plan and call people, sometimes, some people don't bother replying or letting me know if they're coming. And I have to end up calling them again. Eh apa fikir aku takder kerja lain ke apa ni?? Handphone bill mahal siol kena calling calling. So relek sua ah eh.

Reason #3:

And then when they actually bother replying, their answer sometimes will sound like this: (ni classic punya eh mind you) "Haaa... Siapa-siapa lagi pergi?" EH APASAL KALAU GROUP YANG PERGI TAK HAPPENING, KIRA KAU TAKNAK DATANG AH NI??? Bapak kau lah.

Reason #4:

ANd if they don't ask who else is coming, then they will ask this: "Haaa aku rasa aku tak pergi ah pasal ______ tak pergi." Yes, it has happened many times before. Kalau members dia tak datang, dia pong malas nak datang. It would of course be appreciated if you had just called me and inform me instead of me having to call you. Relek sua eh Bedah. No more.

Kau tau siapa aku suka tak, kalau these kinda events occur? Aku suka orang-orang seperti siapa tau... Seperti Fazy and Zuhaila and Suhana cos they will always let me know their answers lincah punya. And they will always try to attend. Okay my girls tak payah terasa lah eh cos you always reply me anyway but ehem, you know who I'm talking about.

Reason #5:

It's the same old, same old. Jalan, makan. Jalan, makan. Naik bas, turun bas. Penat nyaaarr...

Reason #6:

Tak panas ke, pakai baju kurung abeh jalan-jalan?

So this year, there's a difference. We have decided to bring it outdoors!

Casual, gorgeous clothes and open space and let's just all hang out and enjoy each other's company!

We have a few things to do in mind. Here they are:

1) Main bowling ah seh. Aku dan Maz nak trash Ratna lagik ni. Hehe jangan marah eh Ratna love. Or a movie. And lunch or something.

2) Botanic Gardens. Kita join amah-amah lain yang sewaktu dengannya ataupong nak step ang moh duduk-duduk kat rumput and bawak picnic baskets and selimut. For those with kids i.e. Suhana and Suhailah, your kids can run around barefooted while the rest of us look on and clap. Hurhur...

3) Go to someone's house and watch DVDs and cook steamboat.

4) Go to someone's house and karaoke and cook steamboat.

5) (I just remembered about this) We can go to either Minds Cafe or Settlers to play games and eat cakes and drink smoothies. Boleh excited-excited and pekik-pekik macam perempuans kebrets. Amacam ok? Ni pong macam ok eh?

We are of course, open to suggestions. Please let me know. But, if the majority still thinks that the tradition of jalan raya should not be broken, then okay. Tapi part calling-calling tu, I don't know. I'll probably just gonna ask once and if there's no answer, I will not bother anymore. Please be alerted however that in future, you are probably not included in any of our outings anymore. Pasal kenapa? Pasal if you can't be bothered, I can't be bothered also.

This will happen this Sunday 19 October 2008. And oh. Tak payah bawak husbands and boyfriends and fiancees eh? Buat semak jer. Tak rimas ke nanti kena layan them then must layan the girls all... Have some thoughts for those of us who are single, macam yours truly ni *smiles at Yan*

It's white and pink

2008-09-29T13:25:00.004+08:00

By Saturday evening, I was already panicking because everyone in my family has gotten their pink/white combination of baju kurung except for me! Aku memang suka buat kerja last menet punya... I don't know why I can't just bring my ass down to Geylang to scour every shop in search of one. If I were to follow my heart, I'd recycle last few year's baju kurung and just wear lah, who cares. Only problem is, I'd grown some reserves and cannot squeeze into it anymore hurhur...

So Sunday saw me scrambling from Joo Chiat Complex to Tanjong Katong and back again macam perempuan gila and boy was I so glad to find one white/pink satin-lace thingy. I don't even know what to call it. It's got lace. I hate lace (unless they're undergarments). It's so gatal and so panas. Nanti ketiak stress. And this one's like kebaya-ish but you know how I hate kebayas. Kebayas are so uncomfortable and only for girls with figure works and pantat jack. I'm neither. Hurhur. So aku sedar diri pasal aku nyer tak works sangat (okay maybe tak works langsung) and was resigned to settle for some shapeless boring-ass white baju kurung when I stumbled upon this white/pink thingy at a hole in a wall at TKC. I would have died happy. Hurhur.

200g of dengdeng later, I went home and in my excitement to show my parents my purchase, I forgot all about the dengdeng and it was left on the kitchen counter overnight. My mum heated them up this morning for the pre-dawn meal but I think it wasn't fresh anymore and by 9 a.m., my tummy was doing some funky noises and somersaults and I vomitted and all and now I'm going home cos the doctor gave me an MC.

In any normal circumstances, I would probably just stay in the office and bear with the pain a bit more and then go home but since I had gotten myself new white/pink thingy, I'm feeling so excited so I don't want to fall sick and not be able to enjoy all the food on Wednesday!

Oh, it's the Hady basah!

2008-09-24T13:33:00.005+08:00

Ok so I saw Hady 'basah' last Sunday.

Hurhur.

In Sense of Home, he acted as this Malay boy who visited Budapest and then fell in love with a girl there. When they broke up, he stayed on and found a job as a waiter. He is such a Melayu. Now and then, he lapsed into speaking Malay. But still quite cute.

And the part where he got wet? That was when he was swimming ok Jila. Swimming. Sebab tu dia basah. But right, his body macam tak toned sikit gitu... Macam some parts ada lembik-lembik sikit HARHAR. But then right, I also don't really like guys with tight bodies. Alah macam badan ketat gitu. Tau macam mana badan ketat tak? Alah macam those bodybuilders lah. So shiny and ketat. And when they wear t-shirt that is a ted too small for them, the sleeves area situ macam mintak ampun seh kena stretch hurhur... I don't liiiiike. I think a bit of flab is ok, cos they're warmer when hugged. Hurhur. But not like I'm imagining hugging him or anything lah ok. Tsk. I'm just saying, in general.

Anyway, it's a week to Eid and I haven't gotten any baju kurung. Macam mana niii... It's so mendak going to Geylang. So hot and crowded and Malay. Takder muka Korean ke eh kat Geylang? Kalau ada, I come. Hurr.

And then just yesterday, I was in the train on the way back from the east, and this mat somewhere beside me was talking on the phone. Like "Oi kau kat mana ni skarang?? HAH APA masih kat Pasir Ris?? But-OH kau aku dah nak sampai Geylang NI! Kau kata nak turun Geylang kan! Ah cepat sikit. Nanti kalau dah sampai, jangan lupa PICIT, BONCIT!"

PAHAHAHAHA

Eh kelakar ke apa mat ni!! Eleh~ Nak turun Geylang konon. Puasa ke tak ni, in the first place. So kira-kirakan, nak turun Geylang ni nak beli baju kurung, sampin, songkok dan capal semua satu set ah ni. Ohhh gituu. Aku tengok kan, mat-mat dan minah-minah yang tak puasa ni yang selalu begitu ghairah nak chope beli tu, beli ni. Ok maybe I should stop dissing them now.

Although oh wait, are there any mats or minahs yang tak puasa tapi paling excited nak sambut Hari Raya here? Takder kan??

(Takder ah. Pasal semua sibuk kat Geylang! Pahahaha ayam goreng).

Sehwenteen September

2008-09-17T17:21:00.003+08:00

Guess who's a year older today??

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, YOU!!

Since you're older now, stop playing with toy guitars!!

Wet Hady?

2008-09-16T17:49:00.004+08:00

Jila made my day today.

It all happened when I took the cab to Boon Lay MRT this morning and as I said "Boon Lay MRT please", I looked up at the cabbie and EH PLEASE SILA EH MUKA MACAM HADY MIRZA LAH SEH! Ok maybe just the side profile is similar and granted, the cabbie is older that Hady but I can so imagine that's how Hady would look like when he's in his thirties.

So aku dah tersengeh-sengeh ni and reached for my phone to tell Jila who I am sitting with alone in the cab haha...

Awin: Jila, eh I'm in the cab abeh kan EH CAB DRIVER DIA MUKA MACAM HADY LAH!

Jila: AKU MENGERTI PERASAAN KAU! aku pong pernah ternampak orang muka macam abg Hady (awin: eleh Abg Hady konon). Tapi dia mcm mat drug. EH JGN LUPA TENGOK CHANnel 5 this sunday. ada scene hady basah!

Awin: HAH apa maksud kau Hady basah ni?!?! Apa siek??

Jila: A ah hady basah. kau tak tengok ke gazette? eh panas beb. i think he was swimming or bathing gituk. sedap. must watch!

Why do I have friends like Jila, yang suka batalkan puasa aku ni! Hady basah is so tidak ok! Sounds wrong! Salah, understand! Hady basah!

The Chicken & The Duck

2008-09-15T13:16:00.005+08:00

Like all minah-minah mentel, kalau nak dekat Hari Raya ni kan, ada jer tangan gatal nak buat rambut lah and all those girl stuffs.

And in order to not be walking around with my curly roots during Hari Raya, I went to the salon to get it straightened.

So last Sunday saw we walking into an empty salon and a lone hairstylist, who couldn't speak English except for "Please have a seat." And where his next line was "Ni geyi chiang hua yi mah?"

Bapak kau lah chiang hua yi. And then my pissed-off radar started to go berserk yar cos if there's one thing I hate, it's these foreign workers from China who come here to work but couldn't offer good service cos they couldn't speak English. And best part is, they expect me to speak their language when my forefathers were nelayans and pergi laut tangkap ikan kasi makan rakyat yang baik di tanahair ku ini ok? Ok I don't know if my forefathers were fishermen lah but history books always say that the old-school Malays of Malaya were fishermen what right? Cheybaaa see I digress so much.

Anyway, I didn't have time to be angry for long cos, well... Chinaman has a dimple -___- I know. I'm so superficial. Cos his dimple reminds me of Yan's and then I forgot why I was angry in the first place PAHAHAHA

So I sat there for 2 hours and left. And came back a week later cos he didn't do a good job on my fringe. So yesterday, I went there to get it redone and serious serious, MACAM AYAM LANGGAR DAN ITIK ISLAM BEBUAL EH~ He is the ayam langgar lah obviously. I am the itik cos after the touch-up, I can be the swan hurhurhur I'm so funny.

See it's like this. I cannot speak Mandarin except for "Wo bu geyi chiang huayi" (which defeats the purpose of saying it in Mandarin) and he couldn't speak English except for "Please have a seat" and the smattering of my Mandarin is limited to 'e tien-tien, man-man lai" ah gitu-gitu ah while his understanding of English is like "cut, rebond, shampoo" ah you get the picture eh so end up eh, aku macam seorang zuriat cacat trying to gesture with my hands how I want my hair to look like. EH SUSAH EH NYARR SILA~ Aku dah lah puasa-puasa ni! Nak kena buat miming lagik kat siniiii...

Nasib baik dia ada dimple eh. Kalau tak dah lama I say "YOU! Chinaman! I send you back home eh if you don't learn how to speak English!"

Will you still love me, tomorrow?

2008-09-10T18:56:00.003+08:00

You know you're addicted to dvds when you're watching something on Channel 5 and you reached for the remote control to rewind what you've just heard on the news -___-

So many things are going through my head yarr... I'm so tired of it. So draining.

I wanna go for a short holiday before my kick-ass long one end December. I'm so greedy. But seeing that I only have 8.5days of leave left, that's just wishful thinking.

But I want to... By hook or by crook.

Eee pakcik tak puasa

2008-09-08T14:25:00.002+08:00

Since I am not fasting because of an obvious reason, I went to get breakfast this morning at about 10.15 a.m. Fast game punya lah. Bangsa, turun, turn left, walk 50 steps then reach the Malay shop, and say "Cik, epok-epok sardin satu, kentang satu."

AND THEN was rudely surprised by a Malay man sitting at the table, enjoying his mee rebus. Sick, understand. Sick. I hate it when Muslims don't fast then eat in public. It's an embarrassment and a disgrace. I couldn't care much about them, whether they have some stomach problems or gastric or what shit but at least pack the food and eat it somewhere discreet. OR if it's not possible to eat mee rebus at the corner of some staircase, then jolly well make do with bread or something.

It's easy for non-Muslims to pass judgment, you know. And then I hear things like "Oh you're fasting? But I know of some Muslims who don't." This is along the same lines of "Oh you don't drink? But I have alot of Malay-Muslims friends who drink like a fish." See? See who gets the brunt of you inconsiderate Muslims? The other Muslims who actually try to be good Muslims. Don't get me wrong. I am by no means a good Muslim girl. I wear skirts and I don't cover my head and I sometimes miss the 5 daily prayers cos I'm lazy but I try. Or I don't do things that are against Islam and let all and glory to see.

But I digress.

Further eh, I don't understand how grown man cannot fast. Especially if they work in the office and sit there all day long, besarkan buah jer. Haha. Yes I can say all these because I can. Before I can't anymore starting Wednesday.

K that's all.

And guess what? I dreamt of Gong Yoo last night. Nothing titillating or hot. Very innocent indeed, but pretty sweet. And then it all ended when I received a phone call and got me in a bad, baaadd mood.

Ramadhan is here!

2008-09-05T18:59:00.002+08:00

Today was terrible.

I was already hungry at 9 a.m. and it disn't look too good for me. Then I went to the ladies and oh! It figures. So I made a cup of Milo and ate some square crackers (don't you just love them!) and enjoyed the moment before the cramps I knew was coming.

And true enough, by 3 p.m., I was quite useless and laid my head listlessly on my office desk. Am still in the office now cos couldn't leave and walk. The cramps are killing me.

I've been refraining from swearing at work every 15 minutes and I think I was doing quite well until I munched on the square biscuits hurhur...

I hope tomorrow's visit to Darul Ma'wa is a fruitful one. I think I'm quite anxious. I hope the kids receive us well.

Have a good Ramadhan, dear Muslims.

Cut to the Q

2008-08-28T18:37:00.004+08:00

Some bitch made me angry during lunch today you know. Macam nak sepak-sepak muka al-sunds ni.

I was queuing up for my food at this stall right, and this stall has a door i.e. its not the open concept stall ala-ala warung gitu… If you work at Raffles, you’d probably know Mirana at Chevron House. Anyway I was waiting to be served and 3 ladies in front me ordered stuffs like mee rebus and laksa – food which need to be prepared in the kitchen and not at the rice/dishes area. So after taking their orders, auntie asked me for my order. “Less rice, having here”. So auntie scooped my rice and asked for my dishes.

Since I was standing near the door and was a few steps away from the dishes-behind-the-glass-counter area, I moved a few steps in front to the middle of the queue and pointed to mushrooms and curry gravy. Then stepped away from the queue. Now you must understand that it’s okay for me to do this since you can’t expect me to shout out my order from where I was standing right. Also, I couldn’t see what other dishes there are from where I was standing by the door.

The auntie then line up my food together with other plates of food on the counter, so you go up to the counter according to how your food is lined up with the rest of the other food, and not how you were lined up before. Understand?

Everyone who’s been at Mirana knows this, and it’s okay, hardly something you should complain and whine about.

So the whole time while I was choosing my dishes, I could see from the corner of my eye that there was this girl who kept looking at me. Okay you should know by now that this is the protagonist, or leading bitch (I prefer bitch) in my story.

AND THEN RIGHT, SHE SAID THIS TO ME EH SILA TUMPANG LALU.

Bitch: “Excuse me, I’m in the queue you know.”

Me: “Yeah I know that” (while giving her an incredulous look cos honestly, I couldn’t believe she’s telling me this. Like gee what else could you be here for? Party perek? Party Tupperware?)

TO WHICH SHE PROCEEDED TO MUMBLE TO HERSELF, PROBABLY SWEARING AT ME AND LIKE, LAUGHING SINISTERLY TO HERSELF.

So apa lagi… Aku pong memang dah lama tak carik pasal dengan orang-orang ni! Abeh aku tak puas hati kann… So I said:

M: “I don’t see the problem. I’m choosing my dishes right.”

B: “I’m just telling you nicely, why are you using that tone with me?”

Me: “So am I. But you sound like you’re accusing me of something. I don’t understand the issue here.”

TO WHICH, SHE LAUGHED SINISTERLY AND MUMBLED SOME SHIT TO HERSELF AGAIN.

So at this point, auntie was calling out to her and asked her which one is her food. And she went like “Less rice one, packet.”

And auntie showed her a packed food and she said “But that’s not mine!” and then auntie took the next food in the queue, which was mine and showed her and she went like “That’s not mine!” then auntie asked “So where’s yours?” but before she could answer, I said “Auntie, that’s mine” and auntie said “Ok girl, $4.50”. While I was digging around for my food, I heard that bitch say “I don’t know where’s my food… I don’t know where it is…” EH BIMBO ALERT BIMBO ALERT KE APA NI! See lah, busy picking fight with other people, and not keeping your eye on your food right? Kan makanan dah hilang! HAHAHA.

So I handed auntie my money with flourish and a smug smile and a jeling later, I took my food pointedly and click-clack-click-clack my heels out of Mirana.

HAHAHA and the poor bitch still standing there with her lost food. Hurhur. Aku suka lah!

I wish I could zip the zit

2008-08-26T12:32:00.002+08:00

I have two HUGE zits on my face, you know. One is near the nose and the other is right smack on my left cheek. Very sexy.

And they're turning quite ripe for picking.

Why do I talk about my zits like I'm talking about apples.

I think it must have been the 1 hr nap I just had on my office desk. And now I have sleep marks all over my face. Bah.

Bye, Lee Eon

2008-08-25T22:13:00.007+08:00

Ok, it's time to blog.

Just a while ago, Ley, Ratna and I were talking about, you've guessed it - our trip to Korea. So while chatting, I asked them if they've read Jila's blog, and a picture of her new home. So this is what Ratna said "Oh you mean, she's not living in DAIRY Farm anymore??"

I didn't know Jila is a cow.

A bitch, yes, but not a cow. Haha.

I was so tickled that I replied "DAIRY FARM LU dairy farm!" Hurhur. So funny lah this Ratna. She meant to say Leisure farm but I don't know how Dairy Farm came about. What makes it funny was that she replied "Whatttt.... It's an honest mistake what." Yes, precisely, that.

Ley asked me to blog about this so I did.

Anyway, today hasn't been a good day for me. I have this nagging headache that won't go away... Plus, this qada' fasting isn't going well for me... Ah ni ah kerja last menet.

Oh, if you're K-crazee, you'd probably know that one of the princes in Coffee Prince died in a freak bike accident. Lee Eon - he's the one with the hot body who likes Go Eun Chan's sister in CP. But now, he's just a (dead) body :/

And Oppa Goong Yoo came for the funeral cos he got special permission to leave his camp. Siapa nak tengok Oppa Gong Yoo with his short cropped hair?

Obviously, he can't carry the GI Joe look very well. I much prefer him with hair. But still hot, with the specs and all. A bit tanned, yar. Like Malay boy. Oh by the way, that's the guy who passed away in the bike accident. Sorry I paid more attention to the hot one in front rather than the hot one behind.

And then right, the girls and I got to talking about how Malay boys are sooo much different than Korean boys. It's true. I haven't had any encounter with Korean people (and Korean men) but thanks to K-dramas and a very wild head of imagination, I can tell that Malay boys are really poles apart from their Korean counterparts.

I used to notice Malay boys in the train you know (10% of my daily life is spent in trains) but now right, macam yucks gitu. Sorry Malay boys. It's just like that. I think it's got to do with the fact that Malay boys are so 'I-know-it-all' and 'Gua-tau-gua-hamsem' that kinda haha... Ok maybe this Korean-boys-saranghe phase might die out lah. Maybe I'd go back to having a fascination to Malay boys hurhur. We'll see how.

But right, it's been almost 2 months and I still like Gong Yoo. My crush don't usually last that long, save for Jonathan Brandis. His went on for years and years. Oh but he's dead now. Od-ed on drugs.

So this is my plan:

- Watch Princess Hours (I think they belong to my cousin. It's been at my place for ages).

- Watch She's On Duty (search whole of Singapore if need be. I don't care, Awin).

- Watch One Fine Day (search whole of Singapore if need be. I don't care, Awin).

- Watch Coffee Prince again before leaving for Korea in December!

Wow! I'm ready to marry a Korean! Anyway, I messaged Ratna one day, something like this "Babe, what if I don't marry Gong Yoo...?" This is her answer: "You won't marry him, but you will marry someone with his nose... Haha, okay what right? Sikit pong jadilah Awing! Cannot be too greedy.."

Who is she talking about? Yan eh? Heh :)

Pipe Piper of the House

2008-08-11T23:02:00.004+08:00

I'm on the PC in my brother's room and he was at his laptop and he saw me reading a blog (well, mine actually) and he went like "Abeh kepo eh read other people's blog". I answered "What? It's mine what.." to which he showed some interest. I then told him that guys shouldn't have blogs cos it's just a tad sissy lah. BUT if a guy really wants a blog, he should write about intelligent things and not bitch and whine about nonsense. Let the girls have that honour, shall we. Because I know of some guys who can bitch and bitch and whine and whine better and girls and they really come across as someone who don't have much between the ears.

Okay so there could be some issues you guys wanna address and give an opinion of but if a guy does it matter-of-factly, then it doesn't seem so bad. And after listening to me, I think my brother got tired of the intricacies and he said "Ok ah whatever" like the typical 17-year old mat.

You know, it has been a habit of mine to watch my Korean fantasy on celluloid every night right, so last night, I put in disc 3 of Biscuit Teacher and Star Candy and ..... Nothing. Nothing came on screen. I panicked at the disco cos I thought that I must have damaged the dvd player or something and spent the next 2 hours sulking in front of channel 5 watching women lifting weights instead of watching Gong Yoo. Ok I digress a bit here.

I think women shouldn't lift weights lah. Period. Mampos nyar your womb will drop ten thousand floors down, you know! Then you cannot have babies, how! I think, no matter how much a woman denies the ticking biological clock, she will always want to have a baby. The feeling might come and go, but it will always be there.

So my point being, if you carry 70-120kg on a regular basis, how can the womb be strong enough to carry a life?? All the strains on the womb and the body! It's so scary lah these women, especially when I see them gritting their teeth and quivering to carry a house. There are so many other sports worthy of participating. And frankly, who wants to be stronger than a man? If you're physically stronger than a man, then how can you ask their help to unscrew a tight lid of tomato ketchup bottle and stroke their ego at the same time? I'm sorry, but I just can't appreciate the sport. Some jobs are better left to the men.

Anyway, I got so worried about my dvd player that I sms-ed Faiz to help me check that it is okay (Ah, another thing to let the men do the job. All these wayar-wayar and electronic gadgets ni, bukan nyer aku faham!). I got home and ta-dah!! All is good. I can watch my Korean serials now! I think, men should know how to at least fix a leaking pipe. Or change a light bulb.

The other day, the girls and I were talking about guys and how handy they are in the house. Jila, the one with Handy Hassan, used to have a boyfriend whom she said couldn't even fix a leaking pipe! Hurhur. Apparently, she was so distraught by the realisation that it became one of the factors why she dumped him. I find that funny at first but hey, who wants to waddle around in a house flooded with toilet water!

So the table conversation went something like this "Ratna, Sharul pandai fix a leaking pipe taaaakk?" Ratna: "Pandai!" Us in chorus: "Bagus!" "Awin, Yan pandai fix a leaking pipe taaakkk??" Awin: "Pandai!" Them is chorus: "Bagus!" Ah macam gitu lah kawan-kawan aku assess each others' boyfriends - whether they know how to fix leaking pipes or not. Doesn't matter if Yan actually knows how to fix leaking pipes or not, but I've seen him do other manly things so I think that's fine. Very important.

Tao Li - Fifth

2008-08-11T10:36:00.002+08:00

This just in - Tao Li didn't rank top three in the Women's 100m Butterfly Finals. She ranked 5th. And she didn't do better than her personal best of 57.54s either. But I guess she gave her best.

Wow we were so close to getting that elusive medal, even if it's a bronze. My colleagues and I were so excited nyar. In between preparing bundles and checking the results, we were a bundle of nerves, alright (pun unintended haha).

I like Yoor nose

2008-08-07T19:27:00.005+08:00

Ok ok I promise. Last, last... I won't post anymore pictures of him. Last, last.

I realise I like men with a strong nose. Cos I like men to look like men, not boys. Very important. For example, like this one. Or like Yan's. Haha.

Bye FB

2008-08-07T16:58:00.002+08:00

Ok I think I am PMS-ing. But it's still quite sad. It's the FB's last day and what is this? I'm tearing at my desk??

To see her packing her stuffs and keeping some of her treasured submissions and precedents... Whoa, it's a bit emotional for me. I had to go to the ladies to release some emotions and dry the eyes. It wasn't so bad when she left for Spain the other time. I guess this time, I know for sure she's not coming back. Oh well. I guess people come and people go.

Aku ni sensitive lah. Benci.

Lost Singfest and upcoming Korea

2008-08-06T18:26:00.004+08:00

I had a good weekend. Well it was okay actually but these days, I cannot be too demanding.

Went out with Queen Jila on Saturday. It was a on a whim. I was happily watching Biscuit Teacher and Star Candy when Jila sms-ed non-stop, asking us to hang out in town. In the end, I met up with her cos the rest couldn't make it. Then I made her wait for about almost an hour cos aku terlajak tengok Oppa Gong Yoo yang hotstuff tu.

Okay sidetrack a bit. In BT&SC right, he looks a bit chubbier than in Coffee Prince, albeit still hot, still panas membara. His hair was shorter, browner and spikier. And his body is not as developed as in CP. BUT STILL HOT, I repeat. ALERT~ STILL HOT. Heh.

ANYWAY, met Jila and that silly girl surprised me with a belated birthday present! Oh wait, make that TWO birthday presents! Wow apa ni Jilang susah-susah jer beli benda mahal-mahal gini... Haha. But I lurves them. I wear them almost every day.

Then yesterday, the team went to Hyatt for lunch. It was my FB's farewell lunch. Uh-huh, she's leaving. It's a bit sad actually cos she's very generous and thoughtful. So it'd be sad to see her go. Oh and guess what? My new boss is gonna be a Cancerian too. Eversince I start work, all my female bosses were Cancerians, you know. It's so odd. It's like, I get bugged by another person who's a lot like me - personality and character-wise. And then, you imagine if both of us suffer from PMS. Oh hello bitchfest overload. I don't know about this new one though. I guess I'll wait and see.

I didn't catch Singfest, you know. And I only have myself to blame. I shouldn't have waited around for people. I should have just gotten the tickets and pass it to my brother or a cousin or something. But I tell myself, that's money saved for Korea! A penny saved is a penny earned. Anyway, I've watched Kakak Alicia and Abang Jason when they were here for their solo concerts before so it's all good. I'm not so sore, although it'd be a hoot to watch Pussycat Dolls and Rick Astley.

Okay now. Can't wait to go home and watch my sweetie and go online to chat with the girls on Korea trip! We are very good planners, indeed. We are planning the bus routes, location strategy and financial budgetting (Ley alert! Ley alert! Cheap hotels alert! Ley ni atas ah..) It seems like three heads are better than two so all the planning should be done soon and Insya Allah, all shall be fine! I is so excited! Everytime I'm feeling down, I think of all the things to be discovered in Korea! Ley and Ratna said they wanna migrate to Korea. I wanna migrate to NZ. Cos NZ is ace. NZ makes me feel free and happy. And the cost of living is not as expensive as Korea, but that might change, you know.

Now all I have to do is find an Oppa.

Hey, look here

2008-07-30T17:47:00.003+08:00

I am getting tired of all these. Your excuses and your nonsense.

What do I have to do to make you see me?

For once, take a good look.

Yoo is Hotstuff

2008-07-28T17:34:00.008+08:00

I think I might just die, you know...

GONG YOO SHARES THE SAME BIRTHDAY AS ME!!

SEE! I knew we have a deep connection!!

That makes us blood brothers, yo! SEoul sistas!

Hurhur.

I'm so delirious, I could faint.

I swear I have ESP(n) ok.

This morning, while ironing my clothes, I was dreaming of him and suddenly, I had a feeling that maybe, just maybe, his birthday could be in July, or he could be a Cancerian. In fact, I was pretty sure he is, just that I don't know when his birthday is.

So at work, I did a quick check at Wiki on him and wahey waddya know!! It's very silly I know, but it made my day!

Ok... Happy belated birthday, sweetie! Yoo hotstuff, yoo.

I have a crush on Yoo

2008-07-25T18:56:00.007+08:00

Let the pictures tell you why.

My very own coffee prince.

Cam-whore lah he. Just like me. See, we have something in common yar?

HELLO?? APA NI BARING-BARING ATAS KATIL??? Mentel ah mamat sepet ni! Apasal tu tangan picit-picit kepala? Pening eh? Pening eh tengok Awin mentel? Hurhur...

My infatuation with chinky eyes has suddenly been revived.

But you know... He is my cup of coffee, this coffee prince.

My Korean Fantasy

2008-07-21T19:13:00.005+08:00

HELLO ok last night, I slept late - about 3.30 a.m. cos I was up watching Coffee Prince.

Why hello there, who is that hot Korean actor!

Ok I don't know his name - must be either Woon, Jae, Cha or Yuk - but he has that subtle cute looks lah ok. Cos if he had been any cuter, I'd probably wouldn't like him anyway cos if you know me, you'd probably know that I don't like super good looks cos I like a bit of imperfections and flaws, so yeah eh hot lah eh.

Then today, I called Yan up and said "Yan, I wanna have a Korean boyfriend..." And he answered "Okay. GO ah. I also want to have Korean girlfriend." And I answered "Eh how can! You don't watch Korean dramas, so jangan nak step want to have Korean girlfriend." To which he answered, "Ok fine. Then I'll have a Malay girlfriend." And I said "No you can't! Cos you already have a Malay girlfriend. ME!" So then he said "Ok well then I'll have more Malay girlfriends, maybe from Suria. Cos if you want to have Korean actor as boyfriend, then I'll have Suria girlfriend!"

EH MAMAT WRONG ANSWER EH SILA!

Wah wah wah ni part aku macam dah bingit-bingit sikit ni, pasalkan Suria girlfriend is a little closer to home than Korean boyfriends, and also cos he works in a production house with all the Malay actresses, so apa lagi aku membebel ah kat situ hurhur... Nak cari gaduh abeh bingit eh. Ah ok never mind. I forgive him. Because I have Coffee Prince to look forward to every evening.

Oh anyway CONGRATULATIONS TO MAIRA!!

Wow so many of my girlfriends are married/getting married/have babies. Let's see...

There's Suhana with a son. There's Suhailah and the son. Then Farena and Maira are married. And Rohaya will be getting hitched soon next February and Nurah next June. Eh semua dah besar lah!

Cuma Awin, Jila, Eli, Maz, Ratna and Ley jer belum besar. We'll be the ones where EVERYONE invite us to their weddings but not get married ourselves... CHOI CHOI CHOIIII ahhh.... Che. Takder... Cuma belum rezeki jer... Haha mak-mak sak bebual.

Anyway, this was what Jila sms-ed me on my birthday. Sila eh.

"Helo Awinggg... Happy 25th birthday!! Just curious. R u back from Bangkok? Dah enjoy dgn mamat Bangkok?? Kita sudah tua tapi blom insaf hor. Tapi best la 25!!"

To which I replied: "Bangkok? Bangkok waklu Bangkok. Bali lah! Isy takder lah. Bila hati kau nak terbuka ni Jila... Cepatlah insaf."

She: "A ah SEY Bali la bukan Bangkok! Hurhur. So sementara tunggu hati terbuka, kita bukakan dada kita dgn luas!"

Jila siao ah Jila.

Bali-esque

2008-07-03T12:23:00.003+08:00

I'm leaving for Bali this evening!

I'm so excited! The team is pretty excited too, there's a buzzling atmosphere in the air. People asking about their plane seats and fighting over who they want to be in their team for the paintball session tomorrow morning.

But guess what? I get to choose who I want in my team because I self-appoint myself to be one of the team leaders for paintball because I am controlling like that hurhur...

Oh oh oh and I heard right, some of the jantan-jantan Bali don't really have to work because all they do is wait for foreign female customers. Understand? Customers.

When I sms-ed the girls, Jila said "Eh alamak! Pegi Bali ke? Eh idea yang baik untuk stock up kita punye supply jantan2. Kita kan suka variety.. Enjoy yourself and take care yo! Bolehla berdedah-dedah dada!" Hah apa dedah-dedah dada? Dedah perut ada ah... Hurhur. Tak lah seh. Not very appropriate to reveal too much skin in front of the bosses lah seh.

Ok Jila, nanti aku tolong carik kan untuk kau supply jantan-jantan ok? Jangan gusar. Aku carik yang baik punya, bangsa yang bermisai dan badan berg. Give you a chance to be sugar mummy.

Vanishing Act

2008-06-25T18:10:00.003+08:00

Hello ROBERT!~ ROBERT!~

Sheeshkewa I miss this space so much! WHY have I not been here sooner...

I've been so miserable for the past 2 weeks, you know... Yan was so busy that he couldn't even sms me! So basically, I spent my weekends sleeping, eating, reading, more sleeping and eating, and moping around. So useless.

You know, I think right now, I have the best bosses in the whole wide world! Ok maybe that's an exaggeration but it's almost true. The FB is quite mild-tempered now and the MB is just being himself. He's actually quite nice you know. I think if I have an available, hot Chinese gf, I'd probably introduce him to her or something, hurhur. Such a nice boy. And of course, the ice-cream treats are always welcomed! Hurhur...

Bali planning is done! Yayyy....! I think I shall quit my job now and become an event organiser or party-planner or something...

I'm so excited! Although it's a bit sad cos I have to miss Nadz's wedding. I could have been her bridesmaid, together with Huda! Then can wear the punjabi suit ala-ala Benggali hurhurhur... But I told Nadz that it's okay cos I will let her have a live feed of the team in Bali screaming "HAPPY WEDDING!" :)

AND, scrape that bikini fantasy lah eh~ Jangan pandai-pandai nak pakai bikini kalau ada alot of reserves everywhere. Lagipun, kan berdosa tu Awin, tak tutup aurat HAHA ok bedek jer. Padahal pasal babat belum sempat hilangkan SEBABTU, understand? I have some sort of self-realisation, although I sometimes praise myself.

Sigh. What is this uneasiness I'm always having. It creeps up on me and when I turned back to look, it hides itself again. Sucha bitch, this creepy uneasiness.

P.S. That girl who borrowed my bf's sweater? She quit her job. HURHUR. ALTHOUGH, I think I must wash that sweater again with Clorox, lepastu Dettol.

Stinky Bitches

2008-06-11T18:56:00.005+08:00

I am a very angry girl today.

Someone made me really pissed off. It doesn't help that I think the PMS is just around the corner. So naturally, every little thing WILL piss me off.

And orang yang buat aku marah ni macam... Alah uncle-uncle kedai kopi eh. Bingit! Thinking about it now just makes me wanna box his face.

And also, I'm very angry with this girl who pandai-pandai wanna borrow my boyfriend's sweater. And it's not just a sweater ok? It's something personal that belongs to my boyfriend that I sometimes wear too. So dengar sini baik-baik. I don't wanna be using it with your stinky scent still stuck on the sweater. Uh-huh. She has BO lah siak. Macam bau hapak-hapak gitu. Masam-masam then the back of her shoulders like berdaki-daki like that. Sucha turn-off. And if I bake cookies that taste like hers, I wouldn't go around offering them to people, ok? Pasal tak sedap eh sila~

AND, so what if I like drinking Evian?? Don't sound all incredulous and mystified just cos I like spending my money on mundane and innocuous things like Evian. EH AKU PUNYA SUKA LAH BEDAH!

Wow look what the tiger has brought in! So angsy. Caught me at the wrong time there lah bitches.

Pompuan kebret who stole my cab

2008-05-30T12:46:00.003+08:00

I was a very angry girl yesterday. Well at least for most part of the morning.

I was running really late, you know. I know I'm always late in the mornings but yesterday was exceptionally late. So it has been my practice to take the cab from my place to the MRT station every morning, pasal aku memang suka buang-buang duit macam gitu.

As I was waiting, there were alot of cabs that whizzed by with passengers in them. Abeh aku dah panic ni, mana takder satu cab haramjad pong lalu! Ketiak dah basah ni... Dah lah panas. Hurhur...

Then I saw this one ching chong fun dari jauh dah tengok kat aku. And I had a suspicion, ni jangan-jangan nak tunggu cab jugak tau... But then she walked past me so okay, I thought she wouldn't dare walk past me and hail for a cab right? Wrong!

I saw a cab with a green vacant light and weeee excited ni pasal dapat cab, tetapi sekali kan, eh cab tu berhenti depan perempuan ching chong fun ni lah!! Pompuan kebret! Nanti kau! Aku ada feeling she's going to the MRT station you know. I don't know why, I just do. So when her cab past by me (looking helpless and desperate), I stared at her and gave her my meanest look, the look I reserved for people I want to kill. Cheyba.

Soon enough, I got a cab and walked briskly to the train station, to the platform, and got myself a seat in the train. AND GUESS WHAT? Uh-huh, she was in the same train as me! Yay! HAH siap kau!!

So I sat down first in the train, in the 3rd seat. Then I saw her coming into the train. I stared at her and dia macam terpandang aku gitu abeh member terus tengok lain lah eh... Apasal? Takut eh? Guilty eh? Ah takper belum abis ni. She sat at the corner seat, so which means, somebody will sit in between me and pompuan kebret.

Abeh aku nyer sewel kan, just to have kicks, I leaned forward a little and stared at her again. Khekhe dia tak kena tempat gitu... So the whole journey, she was pressing herself against her seat just so she wouldn't see me.

It happened that I would get down before her so nak tau apa aku buat?

I kicked her foot yang tergantung cos she was sitting with one leg crossed over the other. HURHUR. Ah amik kau kebret!! Dah curi cab orang, nak step tak kenal pulak eh! She was sleeping lah when I kicked her foot, abeh dia terbangun macam terperanjat gitu. Biar mampus kau ada heart attack! Harhar wow I'm so mean yar but I don't care. She was a bitch. Steal my cab somemore lah, steal.

Wowee Gastric Me

2008-05-23T01:24:00.010+08:00

Wow, so alot has been happening this past week.

Went to a wedding, went to JB to visit a grand uncle, and went to P Ramlee The Musical! Hurhur... I know. I am very Melayu hor. But I tell ya, the musical was really good! When I see Musly Ramlee, it felt like I'm watching the real P Ramlee on stage, you know! The similarity is uncanny! Seram nyarr macam tengok orang mati hidup balik hurhur...

Every time when I watch a play, I get this painful itch to be on stage and act, you know. I get really pissed off and ask myself why the hell am I being an audience when I should be prancing around on stage saying my lines???!! I wonder why didn't I pursue this when I was much younger, when it's safer to throw caution to the wind then.

Took MC yesterday and the day before because my stomach was acting all funky. At the clinic, I was made to lie down and after checking my tummy, the doctor went like "Ah... It's gastric." Gastric?? How do gastrics come about? "Oh, it's normally due to stress... Or skipping meals".

APER??? SKIPPING MEALS?? BEDEK AH BEDAH, SKIPPING MEALS!! Aku tengok, aku ni makan berselera, skipping meals ke haper siak... Hurhur. And stress? No leh... Now I usually go home by 7 p.m. latest. That's still okay what.

I'm a newly-converted Man U fan, you know. I figured, if I can't beat them, then I should join them. So yesterday, I was at SJC with Yan and his friends and watched the plasma TV at the kedai kopi and joined the other Man U mats curse and shout at the screen when Ronaldo missed that penalty. Hidung jer tajam boleh buat potong bawang tapi penalty pun tak boleh harap. Nasib baik Van Der Sar bagus ok boleh tepis Anelka's penalty.

Wow aku bebual macam minah boleh step macam paham. AND alert sikit! What is this macam paham phrase that I keep hearing the young kids use so often nowadays?? Adik aku tak abis-abis "macam paham macam paham" when I went around the house singing Freedom by George Michael. So annoying okay this 'macam paham' phrase. Mat ke minah mana yang pandai-pandai come up with that ni??

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Psst~ Hey you. Remember, (chinese boysssssss) Heh.

My 1-year Anniversary

2008-05-14T17:58:00.002+08:00

Waddya know! It's been a year at my new work place! (which does not make it so new yar...)

I was just looking at the calendar and I was wondering now why does 14 May sound so familiar... Then it occured to me!

If you had known how I was a year ago, you'd probably wonder why I stayed on.

Anyway, things are so much better now. I don't know what changed but I'm not about to complain and sift through the intricacies.

Saturday at Batam with the girls was FUN!! I loved it!!

Thanks for the great time, Jila and Eli and Maz and Ratna and Ley the Birthday Girl!

I think I might go again this June with some other people. Wow confirm lepas Awin visit Batam, it's economy will flourish!

To Brazil(ian) and back

2008-05-04T17:01:00.002+08:00

So the deed has been done.

I was feverish with fear as I stepped into Strip at a Malacca Street. The interior is very stylish, you know. They designed it in such a way that the whole place looks like the inside of a plane, and every treatment room is a cabin. The cupboards are fashioned like the storage compartments in planes. Very uber cool.

My therapist asked me to take off my underwear and cover myself with a big towel provided by them. Abeh semalam, I wore some complicated outfit where it took me some time to take it off and I haven't the time to cover myself with the towel when she just opened the door and went something like "Ok Miss, are you ready...." And I squealed out "No, I'm not!" cos I have not covered myself with the towel yar but then I thought, like, what the hell.. So shy for what cos she's gonna see everything anyway, so erm... I let it all hang out.

I think I was shy lah okay. You know how I know? Cos I was blabbering away at some shit thing like "How long have you been doing this?" and "Do you do your own Brazilian?" and "Are you from Malaysia?" in between snips and trimmings. Macam kepo kan, tapi padahal tengah stress.

Then she asked if I would like to have the white chocolate wax instead of the normal one and I asked what's the difference and she said that it's less painful and pointed out the poster to me "less pain, pain less" it says.

Hmm ok. I asked her if it costs more for the white chocolate and she says "Yes. Normal is $46, white chocolate is $60". EH MAK DATOK MAHAL NYER NYARR SETAKAT NAK REMOVE THE, APER TU KAK PAH? AMAZON FOREST? HAH MAHAL SIAKKK... But then I thought to myself, what's $14 compared to less pain so okay, I submitted to very good marketing.

I don't think I want to bring my readers to the whole experience lah eh, because let's face it. The process is not as smooth as the result haha. EH TAPI SIAK AH! IT'S SAKIT OKAY! When all has been revealed, she stood back and admired her handiwork and was satisfied with herself.

Warm wax and a few tears of battle later, I thanked the therapist and put on my clothes. Despite the therapist's professionalism, I felt slightly violated, you know.

Just something for the Brazilian virgins, ask for extra pillow or towel to scream into. Good thing my small pillow came in handy. I think I forgot to breathe too. Pasal lepas tu, aku macam pening-pening sikit cos lack of oxygen hurhur.

First thing I did when I was done was to sms Eli and Jila. And a few rude smses by Jila later, I was feeling better.

So that's it. I'm not a virgin anymore. But I must tell ya, WAHEY! IS IT COLD IN HERE OR WHAT?

Today, we go Brazil(ian)

2008-05-03T11:43:00.002+08:00

I must admit, I'm scared shitless already.

I've been putting this off for so long, but I finally have to face it.

"Hi, I'd like to make an appointment for today at one, please".

"For what service, ma'am?"

"Err... For waxing."

"Ok.. Where?"

"Where? Err... You know..."

"Uh huh?"

"You know... The place where the sun don't shine".

(Ching chong fun) "Where again?"

(silence)

"You mean brazilian wax??"

"Ah yes!"

Eh, kenapa aku selenge nah ni!! I got completely stoned and couldn't even say brazilian wax cos I was too shy!

Ohmygod what have I gotten myself into!

It's like a personal challenge, you know. I think, brazilian wax is right next to childbirth in the pain radar.

Ok maybe not. But it's just as scary.

And the thought of another person looking into your bits... Hmm... Ah well. Some things just gotta be done.

Uncle, can you help my ankle?

2008-04-30T15:35:00.003+08:00

I didn't go to the sinseh on Sunday. I did my pedicure instead cos I am mentel like that.

But I did go to the sinseh on Monday morning. That's right! I woke up at 6 a.m. and was out of my house by 6.45 a.m. Took the cab, dropped my brother off at his school and limped into the sinseh.

I went into the shop where an uncle was seen lepak-ing on a lepak chair. So I cleared my throat and said:

"Excuse me uncle, can you help my ankle??"

And he whisked me to the bed and made me change into a pair of shorts - which I undoubtedly guess hasn't been washed since 2005 - and rubbed some yellow chinese ointment.

A few twists and turns later, he asked me to walk and hmm, both ankles seem fine but then I still had to go to work and with all the walking and standing, they're not so fine anymore now...

I think I still need to go for a few more sessions :(

And for all you gainfully employed people, tomorrow is our day!

Ankle schmankle

2008-04-27T10:08:00.003+08:00

My ankles are not getting better.

In fact, they're worst now.

I think I will go to the sinseh today. I hope Maz is free to accompany me because, if the sinseh twist and turn my ankles then I cannot walk then how!

This is the shits, yo.

Post gig

2008-04-27T09:50:00.003+08:00

So I went to the gig in my heels and left in a cheap pair of slippers.

Hurhur ah tu lah pandai-pandai kan nak pakai heels... Somewhere between the third and fourth band, I dragged Sykin to a nearby shop and there began our hunt for some comfortable footwear. Found a $2.50 black selipar jamban cos there's no way in hell am I going to spend alot for my lack of hindsight (or stupidity, if you may).

Dah gitu takper, sakit lah siak selipar jamban tu! It's one of those slippers that have grooves for your sole, ala-ala feet reflexology tetapi sila eh tuan-tuan dan puan-puan! Sakit gilerrr punya lah!

Went for dinner somewhere in the west with the boyfriend's boyfriend and his brother. Oh actually now I cannot be calling him my boyfriend's boyfriend so often because waddya know! He has a girlfriend! Congratulations, Bernard! (Although I'm not sure if he reads this). I think, aside from the fact that he doesn't disturb my boyfriend anymore cos now he has his own object of distraction, I am happy for him. Did I also mention, she is Malay?

That boy is a Muslim waiting to be converted lah. He is more Malay than Chinese.

Speaking of Chinese boys eh, the other day, Huda and I were talking about Chinese boys. And we both think that Chinese boys make better boyfriends than Malay boys because they are more... How do I say this, In love with their girlfriends? Or at least they seem to show it.

We know of this one Chinese guy who once said that "For me, she don't have to look pretty. Must be nice and filial, can already." (This is because this guy is not so hot himself lah eh) but that aside, ada beberapa mat-mat melayu ni kan, yang tak begitu hensem, gaji pun kadang-kadang ada, kadang-kadang takder tapi nak yang feeewiiittt macam supermodel tau.

This is just my general observation. Not shooting bullets at anyone in particular.

Anyway, back to Chinese guys, so yeah, I think they're nice. Take my boss for example. He's 27 but he still turns red at some things. So endearing. Whereas mat-mat melayu always like to act macho and have this "Yeah I know" vibe about them.

I am aware that this observation is grossly bias. Haha. Hey what am I doing dissing my own people! I shouldn't be!

But Yan, you're still my favourite kinda someone.

Come back, kid!

2008-04-25T13:22:00.002+08:00

Ah. Am going to the Comeback Kid gig later.

It's so unlike me to go for some punkrock gig yah. Aku ni macam betul lah. Siap dengan dark purple nail polish and heels-heels semua! Cukup time, kaki kena pijak dengan budak-budak hingus. Takper. If that ever happens, I WILL use my sharp heels to crunch their toes. Jangan main-main kakak ofis. Hurhur.

Bali trip planning is on its way. The team has agreed that paintball is a good team activity!

Oh crap, speaking of which, I must lose weight to squeeze into my bikini. BUT I think I can't fit into it anymore, seeing that some parts of my body has gladly, miraculously grown some. Haha.

It can be quite depressing, you know. I looked at my old photos and I go EH ALAMAK! SIAPA MINAH JAMBU NI MAK DATOK KURUS SIAAAKKK... Eh serious tak bedek. I actually had cheekbones. My collarbones were visible. And with that short crop hair....

Sial ah. Depressing, understand.

It has come to the point where, when I'm at the gym and doing some crunches, everytime I sit up, I'll mutter under my breadth "cheekbones!" or "Beyonce!" or "size 8!"

Knn. Ah diam ah DIAMMMMM....

The Real McCoy

2008-04-19T11:41:00.002+08:00

I caught Survivor last night. (Yeah cos I'm a loser like that who is home early on Friday night).

Ozzy is out! How can that be! Ozzy is hot, yar? But he was too confident, he became cocky.

I wish, for the hundredth time, that Singapore would organise a Survivor Singapore. Then the place of choice can be erm, Pulau Ubin. Hurhur. I will so win because I can outwit, outlast and outplay all the other Singaporeans brats (or at least I'd like to think I could).

I am in the office today because it is my turn this week in being the 'company's call girl'. Can't wait for 1 p.m.

Initially at home, I planned to go to the gym today after work then head out to Yan's place for lunch and off to our plans for today but then I figured, I am too lazy to carry my gym bag AND my other cute bag so I left my gym bag at home and decided to go gym tomorrow. And go for manicure later instead. Hurhur. I love getting my nails painted!

Speaking of my other cute bag, I was reminded of this remark that my brother's girlfriend once passed. Macam gini eh cerita dia.

The whole family was at my brother's camp for some pinning of badge thingy and his gf came along. I noticed amongst the other family members of the NSmen, there's this woman who was carrying the same bag as mine, only hers came in red stripe while mine is white cos I was feeling-feeling minah/ah lian.

So while we were busy taking photos, I put my bag on the table and that woman placed hers close to mine. So when we were done taking photos, this gf of my brother said "I thought you accidentally took that woman's bag, cos both your bags are similar..." And I said "Hah no lah where got same. Mine nicer. Hers is like 'old colour' that kind". And she asked "Is your bag real or fake??"

EH BUDAK NI ADAKAH DIA TANYA IF MY BAG IS REAL OR FAKE?!?!?! (Brand of bag will not be mentioned pasal nanti ada jer orang cakap "Alah baru bag _____")

So I said "Of course it's real lah! I won't carry fake branded bags".

Abeh kau nak tau apa budak ni cakap?

"Alah mana tau........." And she left it at that. OK SO kirakan, mana tau apa ni sebenarnya?? Is it "Mana tau, tak mampu abeh nak setep bawak bag _____" or "Mana tau, you don't look like the kind who can afford bag _____"

HAH telinga aku terus merah kau! Macam berdesing gitu cos I was trying to control my anger and disbelief.

Eh first of all eh minah, I won't carry/buy fake branded stuffs cos it's just not me. That's just me. I don't care if other people want to carry fake branded stuffs and I won't scoff at you (unless of course you're so orbit, it's obvious you're totting around counterfeit items).

Second of all, I would rather carry some brandsek bags yang brand tak pernah dengar punya but it's nice than carry bag 'Gucci' yang logo dia senget. Ok? Ada faham tak? So don't go crying to my brother that his sister doesn't like her cos well, who asked her to make passing remarks like that?

Hah kan bitch fest dah start. There's another reason I don't talk to her lor. And she can, again, complaint to my brother that I don't talk to her. Hello?

The Ride is not on Him

2008-04-12T13:48:00.002+08:00

I am so tired of people making use of my boyfriend, especially for rides. I know he has a car and everything else but that doesn't mean that he can be chauffering you everywhere. Even I sometimes go home myself, especially when he says he's tired or the timing just isn't good.

They have no idea that because of this, Yan and I sometimes fight. There are some issues I won't say here cos it's just not possible but please understand that cars don't run on air. You actually have to pump in petrol. Petrol costs money. And for big cars like Yan's, they don't come cheap.

And don't think that I don't notice that whenever we hang out in a group, and when we're all getting ready to leave, a few of them will ask "Yan, where are you going?" I know where that question leads. Cos if Yan says "Sending Awin", then that means they can't get a ride home. Or maybe they'll go "Do you want me to accompany you?" So Yan will have to send them home after sending me. Usually, I don't mind cos that means Yan will have company home after the ride to Texas, and he has someone to keep him awake at the wheel but this time, boy you have gone too far.

I just wish my boyfriend knows when to say "No, take the bus/cab/train."

I just wish his friends would leave Yan and Awin alone, cos it's eating me :(

Ash

2008-04-09T12:57:00.003+08:00

Last evening, I asked my boyfriend to go dinner with me, but he was going to the office (yes, at night) to do his work so trudged my way to Jurong Point to see if the food there entice me or not. A packet of carrot cake and a cup of bubble tea later, someone siddled up against me. I turned and EH! Cik Nurah Ashikin lah!

I haven't seen her for ages! Now and then, I do bump into her brothers but never the girl herself. And so, I was talking a mile an hour and asked her this "Eh, aku dengar-dengar, kau ni dah kahwin ke tunang ke gitu-gitu ah... So is it true?" She said "Yes, I got engaged. Exactly a month ago..." Good for her! Saw her engagement ring. But I was feeling a bit scared of the fiancee by her side yar, cos he's so abang-abang. Heh.

Ouh so one more is getting hitched. Hmm I wonder who's next. I guess this is the period where alot of us are getting married, year by year. Dah besar kawan-kawan saya.

Anyway, the other day, one of the lawyers were staring intently at my hair. I thought I have something stuck there but apparently, he was staring at my white hair! He was so amused by it, he asked if I dyed it white on purpose. Like... EH~ Mana ada orang dye rambut putih kat jambul purposely siak. And he commented, I'm like the character from X-Men. I said "Rogue?" He agreed. So everyone. Please eh. Rogue is actually a minah melayu from Singapore okay. This is the real deal, right here. Bukan that ang moh yang gigi jarang tu, whatsherface. Hurhur.

I seemed to be attracting a lot of attention with my premature white hair. It used to bother me. But not anymore. I'm stuck with this body, this hair, this me for the rest of my life. I might as well love it.

Just don't tell me to dye it or do something about it. Cos I kinda like it.

The Bucket List

2008-04-03T18:33:00.003+08:00

I caught the Bucket List with the boyfriend last night.

He picked me up at 8.30 p.m. near my office building and we headed straight to PS, without dinner.

This sucks, you know. There's no more meetings with the boyfriend after work eversince he started his attachment. I'm trying to get used to it but I hate it when his schedule is so radical and very vague. I'm always put on the lurch and the feeling is like shit, yo. But because I am a very patient and very nice girlfriend, I try not to show it because at the end of the day, it IS work. I mean, I should know better too right, since I am the Queen of stay-in-the-office-until-9.30a.m.-the-next-day.

So anyway, Yan told me that as I was walking towards his car, the boys playing skateboards near where his car was parked was checking me out. Ok seriously, I didn't notice them. I was busy working it for Yan's benefit cos I could see that he was looking out at me from his car's window hurhur... So when I got into his car, I kissed him on the cheeks and he was like, "Hmm... Suka? Mat-mat tengok?" And I was like "Mat? What mat?" He: "Mat-mat skateboard tu apa? Abeh bila they realised that I was staring at them cos they were looking at you, they were a bit awkward already..." Me: "EH! Kenapa Yan nak stare kat diorang ni! Why did you scare them? WHY?!?! Just let them lah!!! (Cheybah aku ni punnn) I am 25 this year you know! I wouldn't have much years left in me to have boys checking me out!!" And I was genuinely upset, you know... Yan just had to spoil the fun for me. But if you ask me, I think they were thinking "Ini minah ni setep mana peh Cina nak pakai cheongsam top..." Hurhur. Nak tau kenapa tak mamat? Pasal I ran out of clothes eh~ I don't know what else to wear for work :(

Anyway, back to The Bucket List. It is funny! Jack Nicholson is funny! Ok take this part. He and Morgan Freeman's character were in the chartered jet to somewhere. You see MF sleeping on a seat. And behind him is the toilet door of the jet. So then the audience saw JN peering out into the common room and when he is assured that MF was sound asleep, he moved away from the toilet door and let the air stewardess out. Air stewardess tiptoed out of the toilet while buttoning her tight shirt.

So you can already guess by now that they were having a quickie in the plane toilet right? Ok then JN settled into his seat next to MF but he did not realise that MF was actually awake and staring at him in disbelief pasal sebenarnya, si Jack Nicholson has cancer and quite old already abeh masih nak having a go at a young stewardess. Hurhur. And while Morgan Freeman was staring at Jack Nicholson, he went like... "Medicinal." Ok you gotta watch it to know how fucken funny it was.

Suffice to say that at the end of the movie, I was, no pun intended, crying buckets. While I was stuffing Yan's sweater into my mouth cos ini bangsa nangis yang kena kuat-kuat sampai melalak punya eh, Yan turned to me and laughed at me. He is so heartless.

Ok wanna go do manicure now cos I was so pissed off at a client, I need to do something that makes me happy. That leaves me 3 choices - buy shoes, buy a dress or go for a manicure. I think I wanna do manicure cos I get pretty depressed if my fingernails are ugly. And then to the gym later to err... Use the steam-room and shower. Yes saya pergi gym untuk steaming and shower, bukan exercise. Apasal?

Horsing around @ Home

2008-03-28T11:06:00.004+08:00

Come to Home Club this Saturday, 29 March 2008 @ 5 p.m. $15 at the door.

Supporting bands:

- Stray Voice

- Prince Isobelle

- Amateur Takes Control

- Dear Arson

- Cassandra

Thursday nite

2008-03-23T15:28:00.004+08:00

Thursday night with the girls was fun.

We caught an almost midnight movie and had supper of naan and then back to Ley's place where 4 girls squeezed onto a mattress while Her Majesty the Leyana slept on her atas bed hurhur... But it was time well-spent. Can't wait for the next outing.

I'm bored. I wanna go out but don't know where to.

Tomorrow is gonna be the start of another longggg week. Urghh~

Tired and sleepy makes me grumpy

2008-03-20T01:33:00.003+08:00

20 cents for those who can guess where I am right this moment.

I'm so tired and sleep, okay.

I think after this, if I ever see the word 'pacific' again, I will tear out the hairs on my head ONE BY ONE.

I wanna go home and sleep lah nyarr...

My team is crazy, you know. In a good way kinda crazy. Semua workaholic. Out of 14 people, only 3 people are not in the office. Semua sebok kerja macam December is around the corner, if you know what I mean, hurhur. But that's a good thing I guess. I get a secret, satisfied feeling when I heard that my team did extremely well last year. And I've only been here 10 months.

And I miss Yan terribly. We haven't gone out for more than 10 days. As in, properly go out and have dinner or catch a movie. Normal, comfortable routine. Cos he's been so busy and his schedule is even crazier than mine. Aku dengan Yan ni kan, kerja macam nak kahwin jer tahun ni. Padahal we are working towards our own respective goals.

Ok gotta do some work. Catcha people later.

Hope to see you girls tomorrow. Hopefully I won't be so tired.

P.S. Do I smell camwhores? Dah lama nyar, tak feeling-feeling happy.

Eh P Bee

2008-03-14T06:07:00.004+08:00

Hello, world.

Well, waddya know...

I'm still in the office. Uh-huh. Check out the time, balls.

Nadz and I both have eyes like zombies. Satu-satu mata koyak siol. Sungguh tak hensem. I still have to come back to the office for a team lunch at Ichiban Boshi. Aku semenjak dua menjak niii, asyik makan kat tempat ayam langgar jer. Menjadi-jadi, kan? But not to worry, I don't touch the animals yang kena shotgun. I would just eat the fish and shell fish. Pasal mereka tak payah kena sembelih ke aper. Hurhur..

Ok it's the lack of sleep lah nyar.

I'm so tired and burnt out. My speech is slurred. My walk is dragged. And even the drug doesn't work.

My mum just called me, asking if I'm out "at the disco". Ibu oh ibu... Orang cari rezeki ni, dia kata aku hooray-hooray. Tsk tsk. Hurhur.

But after today, the bane of my life will be over. One of the lawyers hummed to the tune of 'Final Countdown'. It has been playing in my head ever since.

One last lap, baby.

B to the Z

2008-03-12T14:25:00.004+08:00

I wasn't kidding when I say I don't have time.

I went home at 3 a.m. this morning, you know. This is for some closing submissions due Thursday and I have a trial at the end of the month so yay! My life is so exciting yarr...

I've been drinking my chai tea latte. I very the lurve chai tea latte. It's my drug.

Ok gotta go, luv. Hopefully, I can write an entry proper.

Black cornered

2008-03-08T13:47:00.005+08:00

I am such an accident-prone klutz.

Last two Mondays, I was just standing by the copier at the firm's library and chatting with Sal when I moved back a step and twisted my right ankle. Twice.

See the thing is, the copier was placed on top on a plastic shield to protect the carpet below and the shield wasn't exactly flat on the ground. It was slightly raised and somehow, my wedge sliced on top of it and that was how my ankle got twisted. EH SAKIT EH NYAARR! And in the process, I was scrambling to stay standing and was grappling the copier and whatever I could get my hands on cos nothing scares me more than falling flat on my bum or face. So because of that, my ankle took a beating and it was pretty bad you know, the sprain.

I've always had problems with my ankles, twisting it now and then but never this bad. On top of that, I was reminded of the story Maz once told me about this girl who died when she twisted her ankle for a second time cos apparently, there was a blood clot in the sprained ankle and the toxins accumulated there and finally, the contaminated blood travelled to the rest of the body or something like that abeh saya dah panic sekejap eh tuan-tuan dan puan-puan.

So I went to the doctor's at the same building and the doctor checked it and said it was fine except he could see that it was twisted pretty badly. And because I was paranoid, I told him the story that Maz told me and he said I don't have to worry and that I'm going to live up to a hundred! Hurhur so charming hor this doctor. But he's old lah. Not as cute as the doctor from my eye procedure tu. So old doctor asked his nurse to wrap my foot and I walked around a bit like Quasimodo for the rest of the day. Tu cerita pasal Mas Selamat belum keluar lagik, nasib ah kalau tidak confirm ada banyak calls from Raffles Place or Jurong West, reporting of sightings of Mas Selamat dressed as a woman.

Speaking of doctors, I've realised that young doctors nowadays are getting cuter and cuter. Lagi-lagi semenjak dua menjak doctor mamat from A&E tu hurhur... Yesterday, I went to the doctor's again for my flu and hello, doctor ching chong fun ni cute lah seh! I was quite disappointed he didn't take my temperature cos I was sure it would have risen hurhur... Yan? Don't worry ok? You're still my sweetums. (Cos he got a bit agro when he read my entry about the doctor mamat, you know).

Speaking of agro, I don't know why but I am suddenly reminded of the word negro.

A few weeks ago, as I was going home from Jurong Point, I had a little encounter with one yo-man yo-man. Macam gini tau. I was queueing up for a cab and dari jauh like 6 people in front of me, I noticed a black guy - I don't know, probably Nigerian? - was standing there with the phone and speaking in what I assume is the African language. Abeh aku tengah tenung dia ni, pasal dia bebual kuat lah seh. What I didn't realise was that he has a friend with him and guess what? His friend was staring at me staring at his friend! Opps. Mati ah gini. Confirm kena bantai lepas ni.

I thought I was saved cos they would probably take the cab before me but no eh sila~ They got out from the queue and stood at the side so aku pon buat bodoh ah buat macam takder pape. As I got nearer to the front of the queue, the friend of Pak Itam smiled at me and said "Hi apa khabar?" HAH APER??? PAK ITAM BEBUAL MELAYU?!?! Eh ni Pak Itam keee.... Mamat kulit gelap ni??? Aku macam confuse sekejap lah kan. But then I just nodded pasal don't wanna be rude but don't wanna be friendly either. And then he started talking to me in MALAY lah eh! You know the funny thing is, he doesn't even have a weird accent! Like, he speaks Malay like he's a mat nak pick-up girls gitu... Like this eh contoh "Nak pergi mana ni? Alah takkan tak boleh bebual... Senyum ah sikit.. Fierce ah kakak ni..." AH macam gituk lah! Seram tak? Seram kan! Abeh the whole time, I shook my head macam budak bisu and like, where the hell is the cab ni. Tadi datang berduyun-duyun, bila time aku, peh lembab ah eh...

And the whole time, the Pak Itam was talking in Malay to himself and chuckling that rasta-rasta chuckle. You know, the kinda chuckle that only black guys are capable of doing. So when my cab finally arrived, he said "Ok lah, baik-baik jalan" and I just gave a small wave because I'm afraid that if I don't, he would jump into the next cab and told the driver "Follow that cab!" because my imagination is wild like that... Hurhur.

In the cab, I called Dayana cos I know she likes black guys. I keep getting hit upon by black guys, you know. It's my fourth encounter already. I think I have to stop staring at them cos agaknya bila time aku stare, they think "Hmm ni ada potensi jadi girlfriend Singapore" dalam bahasa Melayu ah agaknya, if it was that black guy thinking. Hurhur. I heard they like malay girls.

Anyway, a little late but Happy Birthday Maz!! Best tak kita punya surprise?? Penat tau the Queens decorate itu pavilion. Ok for now. Gotta go. Busy, busy weekend.

Yoga to be kidding me

2008-02-25T00:39:00.005+08:00

My little brother is all grown up eh sila~

I went to the history of our shared PC and found this girl's blog screaming out her pain and angst cos my brother did not reciprocate her 'love' hurhur. And she was so angry, you know, that she had this entry whereby she spewed all sorts of names about my brother and called him stupid and I wanted SO much to tag her and say something like "Why do you say my brother is stupid? Look at the way you type! I think someone needs lessons in English!" cos she spells 'maybe' as 'maeb' and 'can' as 'kan' but then I didn't cos, what difference would that make me from all the hate-taggers yah. And then I'll be 16 year-olds, just like them. So never mind, let her take her O levels in peace. Nanti dia depressed abeh bunuh diri macam mana... Kids nowadays are scary when they're angry, you know. They take drastic measures. I know of one who slashes her arms cos guys keep dumping her. Well excuse me, but if guys keep dumping you, you're either with the wrong ones or there's something wrong with you.

Wah I digress so much.

Anyway, my cousin texted me this morning to ask if I would like to join her in a yoga trial session.

Eh nyar, yoga on a Sunday morning?!?! Tak stim lah sehh! But since I was gonna be around the CC this morning anyway, I said ok. She siap bawakkan new yoga mat for me and I was quite excited lah. When I reached there, I saw a lot of abang-abang firefighter cos there's some course on life saving or something and I found out something weird. I didn't feel excited upon seeing them! Because I'm pretty sure I would have been if it was say, 3 years ago. I must be getting old :/

Anyway, back to the yoga. It's hatha. I had to go to the ladies to get changed first and when I came into the class, aku nampak orang-orang semua dah baring-baring atas mat. Dalam hati aku, eh apa ni baring-baring relek-relek, kata nak yoga ni. Hurhur. Apparently, you have to be relaxed first before starting with yoga. Err so ok I bentang my mat and baring relek-relek also hurhur. A few minutes later, the real yoga commenced.

At first, they were pretty simple moves. Lepas tu kan, eh macam complicated sikit eh. And then my cousin whispered that it was an intermediate class. HAH aper!! Eh badan aku dah kenyal ni from lack of exercise from many years abeh step mana peh heroine nak join intermediate class ni! Ok takper. Kita cuba lah.

As the class progressed, eh semakin melampau eh steps dia! Jila, if you think that the masseuse at Batam tengah buat stunt-stunt kat atas Hassang, alert eh ALERT! They must have taken yoga classes! EH banyak stunts eh nyar! There was this one step where you lie on your stomach, look up and stretch your head as far back as you can, your legs bent at the knees and your hands grabbing your ankle. AH CUBA LAH KORANG. Kalau taknak cuba takper, tapi cuba imgaine. I thought ok this is not so bad and THEN Tuan Logannathan the Yogi said this:

"Ok now try rocking back and forth on your stomach".

AH APER DIA TUAN LOGANNATHAN?!?!?! Rock?? I tried but I can't!! You know why?? Because I am as heavy as a ROCK, TUAN! Rock kebabai lah rock.

I was giggling to myself cos I was positioned just beside the mirror and I looked at my reflection EH KEKEK LAH LOGAN. So tak payah nak rock-rock ni semua lah eh. Rock maintain. But I looked over at my cousin and makdatuk dia rock macam nobody's business lah hokay.. Aku tengok semua orang dalam bilik tu as still as Tanggang abeh I see my cousin rocking macam ada viking dalam stomach dia maaakk eh~

And at the end of the class, he said to me, "Miss, I think you start off with the Beginner's classes first. This one was a bit hard for you right?" Aku macam nak roll my famous eyes at him and say "DUHH" but I'm polite so I didn't. I giggled and said "Yaahh" instead cos he seems like a nice person. Hurhur. I seemed to do alot of giggling during that class cos the whole time, I keep thinking 'beached whale, beached whale' hurhur I'm so unkind to myself.

Takper, kita cuba from beginner's class first and then when I'm flexible enough to do stunt-stunt yang lain, I can exercise better and kalau nanti aku jadi supermodel, jangan marah, you'll be asking me tips for the stunts hokay hurhur...

Make merry at Morton's

2008-02-16T11:10:00.004+08:00

Good Saturday, everyone!

Yesterday was one of the best Fridays I've had since the year started.

The team had dinner at Morton's at Mandarin Oriental to have a celebration of sorts for my team director cos he was just appointed Senior Counsel. Kita celebrate kan untuk dia tapi dia bayar.

Before that, I was a bit hesitant to go cos HELLO Morton's eh... Bukan Hajah Maimunah ke... Carousel ke... If you don't know by now, Morton's is only the famous steakhouse from Chicago so macam mana ni! Takkan aku nak makan lembu langgar kann... So my boss and I surf the net for their menu and I was relieved to see that they do have seafood dishes tapi sila tumpang lalu, they are acompanied by some blanc blanc liquer lah, alah macam sauce yang dia tambah-tambah kan wine gitu. Hurhur. Nampak gaya, aku makan roti jer ah gini.

But anyway, all 14 of us plonked ourselves in the private dining room and some even started with the martinis. EH! Aku tengok, the martinis macam sedap kau! They smell nice! The perennial favourites are of course, the chocolate and lychee martini. Isy, cubaan siak. Macam nak lift up my index finger at the waiter and say "Abang, lychee martini SATU! On the rocks eh!" But then martini mana ada ice so jangan pandai-pandai lah Wing, minum Virgin Mary sua... And my Virgin Mary was very pedas lah ok! The tobasco sauce in the drink, weisshh! Tak agak-agak siol bancuh. It's like drinking iced tomato soup with tobasco sauce.

I wanted to get the lump crab cakes but I had a taste of it for the appetizers and it was delish alright but I thought I should order the broiled salmon steak instead and it was good too. Kinda melts in your mouth but the portion was huge, balls! It's those kinda places whereby, if you order steak, you get steak. If you order fish, you get fish. No sides of potatoes or vegetables. Tu semua, kau pandai-pandai order sendiri.

And the bosses gave the newly minted SC a gift - Man U jersey with his name printed behind and he were to wear it at least once when he's with us so we decided the team trip would be a good time. Speaking of team trip, guess who was assigned to plan the trip? Saya eh dipersilakan. Slotted for Bali so does anyone have a good location to stay at Bali for recommendation? I think I prefer Seminyak area so let me know. Thanks eh. That would make my job easier. It's so stressful shouldering the responsibility to plan a successful trip.

After many martinis and laughters later, some of us went to New Asia Bar to continue the night cos it's still young. Now, at any given night, I would have willingly gone with them. But last night, entah, I was quite reluctant although it was still early you know. Only 10.30 p.m. I had to be dragged by a colleague and I went anyway lah. Had pineapple juice (I'm sucha boring person. Nak minum pineapple juice, pergi beach ah eh? Hurhur) and 15 mins later, my mother called, saying that she's having the pains in her stomach again. The old, old sickness is back. My dad is asleep cos he has to wake up at 4 a.m. for work and my brothers are in camp and at work. And frankly, I'm the only one who knows how to massage her and get the 'bad air' out. So I left the party, at the risk of seeming like a party-pooper but family comes first eh. Party-party perek ni semua, lain kali boleh bisa diatur.

An hour later, the bad air is out and mummy could finally sleep. No emergency hospital visit in the middle of the night this time round, so thank God.

There must be a reason why I didn't wanna go to New Asia bar in the first place. I should learn by now that my hunches are always accurate.

Appeal

2008-02-13T16:44:00.002+08:00

Greetings to one and all. I want to make an appeal to the public.

Please donate $$ to the Build a Bridge for Awing Fund.

She needs a nose bridge so she can wear specs because of the leftover pimple in her eye.

Please call 1800-BRIDGES (toll-free)

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Salam sejahtera. Saya ingin buat suatu rayuan kepada rakyat jelata.

Sila buat dermaan kepada Tabung Amal Dirikan Jembatan Untuk Awing.

Sila buat panggilan anda ke 1800-JMBATAN (toll-free dalam bahasa Melayu apa, nyar?)

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Hurhur. I'm so fulla crap.

Really. I drank bird's nest with Chinese ginseng and rock sugar and now my stomach is having Cirque du Soleil. That's why its fulla crap. Pedih nyaaarrr... Macam pedas-pedas gitu perut aku. And this bird's nest is nothing like the ones I've drunk from hawker centres. It has this hamis-hamis, pahit-pahit taste macam bangsa kalau baru minum sikit jer eh, muka dah cramp, perut dah cramp, kaki dah cramp.

But I finished the whole bottle cos Kakak said, if I don't finish it, she'll whack my backside. She's very S&M one hurhur. You won't believe the bedroom stories she told me. So I gulped everything down while pinching the bridge-less nose.

Leftover from Friday

2008-02-12T00:55:00.000+08:00

I will have my follow-up check-up on the leftover tembel in my right eye tomorrow and boy~ Am I scared shitless!

Who can accompany me to the eye clinic? Maz, you're the only one I can think of, since you're sucha tai-tai nowadays while the rest of us work. Hah aper? Tengah collect air liur basi? Ok takper. I go myself. If I can go once to A&E and walked around with my specs over an eye patch, I CAN DO IT AGAIN. CHEYdebah. Then maybe mamat doctor will be there to assist me and he finds me so cute, he wanna marry me. Then I can be Mrs. Doctor hurhurhur pantart ah prasantan Kara tak habis-habis siak Awing. But I don't think he'll be at the eye clinic cos he's stationed at the A&E cheybah macam tau jer eh~

My 5-day holidays were pretty much wasted. Didn't go out much. Oh yeah I had 5 days cos this firm practices staff welfare, it decided to give us Wednesday free as well! So I went to a reunion dinner at the boyfriend's boyfriend's house where only 2 people are pure Chinese (him and his brother) and the rest are melayus or melayu-chinese or chinese-melayu-angmoh or rojak that kinda. Abeh nak step lohei lohei aku pong apa lagik, campak-campak benda tu. Sometimes I wonder if it's against my religion to do something like that but I suppose this is more culture than religion, right, so erm yeah... Dah jadik excretion pong lohei-lohei tu hurr...

I don't really have much to blog. Just that I'm scared shitless about tomorrow. I hate having to wait for something I can't tell if it's gonna be good or bad. Oh, the anticipation! PLUS, I have to wear specs tomorrow. Oh, crap~ I hate wearing specs eh nyah, cos my specs don't stay at the bridge of my nose because WHAT NOSE BRIDGE?!?! And if it's high enough, then my Anna Sui eyelashes will brush against the plastic. DO YOU SEE MY DILEMMA NOW?!? Which is WHY, I must get my nose fixed. I must pasang jembatan on my nose so it's a little higher so I can wear specs. Its not vanity ok, it's a necessity. So if you suddenly see me and think to yourself "Eh apasal Awing macam jambu sikit ni sekarang" haaa tu maknanya, jembatan sudah siap dipasang, tuan.

Oh Jila dear, since you're sucha pro on plastic surgery, what's the cost of a jembatan? Kita tak cerewet lah. Tak mintak AYE ke... PIE ke... Overhead bridge pong jadi lah. It's sucha pain yar, to have to keep pushing up my specs higher. Macam ada imbas-imbas zaman ala-ala Crescent. Alaa zaman gemilangggg. Hurhur.

Ok wuddahell am I going on and on about ni! I can't sleep! Argh! How am I gonna wake up early to exercise tomorrow morning before work ni!

Oh crap. Oh crap.

One-eyed bandit

2008-02-09T16:30:00.000+08:00

Yeap, you read it right. I have a pimple in my right eye.

It all started about 11 days ago. I had this itch in my right eye, and then the area around the inner eye was hurting a bit. Although it's not obvious to whoever sees it, it's there alright. Then last Thursday night, the pain went right up and a pus appeared inside the lower lid of my eye. You know, where your eyebag is? (NB Jila, where your Samsonite is ALERT!) So it's the INSIDE of the eyebag. It started off pretty small, then it grew bigger and bigger.

And aku pulak, pandai-pandai ingatkan pimple, so I let it be... Pasalkan pimple will subside after a few days if you don't poke it. PANDAI KAN SAYA TUANG-TUANG dan PUANG-PUANG. Pimple in the eye eh sila~

I went for DAYS with the pimple/tembel in my eye until I met up with a friend who works in a hospital lab and she advised that I better get is removed asap cos otherwise, it will grow bigger, harden, and then, I may need to have a day surgery to remove it. Saya macam panic sekejap eh sila tumpang lalu. So I planned to get it removed on Friday.

I went to the A&E alone and step mana peh berani, pergi sorang... But the pimple has to be poked. It has to be done, alone or not.

My name was called via the speaker and I was attended by this Filipino doctor (well at least she sounded like one) and I must admit, I looked pretty normal for someone who registers herself into A&E. No blood, no relatives by my side, mentally alert. So she was shocked when I lift down my lower lid and TA-DAA!! Hah amik kau pus-filled tembel! She looked at it for a few seconds and decided to call a senior doctor. Ni yang buat aku panic ni... Apa ni nak panggil-panggil SENIOR doctor semua ni! Cocok jer lah benda jahanam ni!

So I waited in the waiting room. A few minutes later, my name was called, again, via the speaker. Went into the room and a senior male doctor attended to me. He saw my tembel and he said "OH THIS! Don't worry, I used to have it like, 10 times when I was a kid". That made me feel lots better cos if a doctor has had it, then it's normal right, I thought.

He asked my Filipino doctor, to instruct me to put hot compress to encourage it to burst by itself and he gave me 7 days for the tembel to burst but I said "But it's been 7 days already!" and he said "REALLY??" and then asked the Filipino doctor to get some sorta anesthetic to numb the area. NOW, we're talkin.

He dropped some liquid into my eye to numb it and he said I should be feeling some stinging sensation to indicate that the numbing is taking place. HAH! Takder pong! I told him it's like normal eyedrops and it has no effect at all. And he said in his words "How bizarre!" to which I feel like continuing singing that "how bizarre, how bizarre" song hurhur... He told me to lie down cos he's gonna try poking the pus anyway. But when the initial sharp poke from the needle touched the inside of my eye, I gave a reflect action and blinked. He said he's not gonna continue the procedure cos it's not fair to me. APA yang tak fair ni, tuan doktor! Poke jer lah! It's so annoying having a tembel in my eye, you know.

Then he asked the Fili doctor to get something stronger, and when she came back, dia bawak kaum kerabat dia dari Philippines eh untuk tengok 'procedure' saya ni. How do I know it's her kaum-kerabat? Cos one sounded just like her. He said he wanted to see the 'procedure'. AH YELAH meh sini semua... Meh tengok kutil dalam mata kena poke.. Meh sini make me feel like a specimen from I Am Legend. I was lying there, unable to see anything cos my specs were off tapi aku nampak, macam ada satu bayang-bayang ni macam hensem. Sekali I heard him talk, EH MAT LAH EH SILA. Ah mat melayu ni, doktor ni haa. Hot ke apa NI! Cuma sila tumpang lalu eh, saya sungguh tak hot ni, lying there blind, with a kutil in my eye. Hurhur. So altogether, ada dalam kira-kira pakai kalkulator, AMPAT doktor lah kerumun-kerumun dekat katil aku ni. I couldn't ask to be a bigger narcissist than this.

My doctor came back and said to senior doctor, "Doctor, there's no more (insert stronger anaesthetic medical term here)." EH hospital apa ni! How can you run out of a medicine!!! To which he asked me "Young lady, are you brave? Cos if you are, I'm just gonna try another time to poke the pus". No way was I gonna look like a wuss infront of mamat doctor so I said "Yes, I'm brave. I have quite a high tolerance for pain". Neh ah high tolerance. Tapi takper. Kita cuba lah.

4 doctors and a nurse later, the senior doctor poked at the damn thing. EH SAKIT EH BEDAH, TAK BEDEK! So I said "Ok I bluff, pain PAIN!" but he didn't care, he continued poking deeper UNTIL I cried silently cos OHMYGOD have you ever felt a sharp needle ON YOUR RAW FLESH without anesthetic? No? OK takper, belum try, belum tau... Sudah try tak mau haha rip off from Ah Long Pte Ltd.

A few seconds later, senior doctor said "OK gauze GAUZE! Where's the gauze?!?!" abeh aku dengar macam ada orang kelam-kabut nak carik gauze. EH KENAPER sebelum dia cocok, taknak prepare ni semua benda-benda penting ni. "Where's the gauze? ASAP please... There's pus AND blood coming out!" HAH APER?!?! BLOOD? Eh kakak kau punya laki lah tadi taknak prepare tau ni semua... He was trying to keep his voice calm but I could hear a tinge of panic in his voice lah ok, don't try to bedek me. Tangan dia menggeletar, kau! His fingers were quivering eh QUIVERING. All this while, I told myself it's okay even if I have 1 eye to see for the rest of my life. And still crying, of course.

The gauze finally came but then he said "Please wrap this cotton wool with gauze please... And wet it a bit." OMG ada AMPAT doctor and a nurse dalam bilik ni and satu pong tak boleh harap nak amik kan gauze?? I can feel my tears and pus and warm blood dah meleleh keluar from my eye ni! Plus, doctor ni nyer fingers dah quivering, it's not helping at all...

The gauze-wrapped cotton finally came and he wiped the residue while telling me I was so brave and did well yadda yadda... And lepastu, semua left the room. Pasal show dah habis ke aper, jalan ah tunggu apa lagi... Nb. I waited for a few more minutes for the nurse to get the eye medicine and what-nots and I left the room with an eye patch. And my specs OVER it. Double tak hensem siak... I was woozy too cos I could only see with 1 eye. Waited again until my name was called for the 3rd time via speaker. By now, I was convinced everyone in the waiting room knew my name. Collected my medicine and left, still with the eyepatch, to go home.

When I took off the eyepatch at home, my right eye was filled with a sticky yellowish substance, although I wasn't sure if it's from the medicine or the pus.

And last night, I had a nightmare about a sharp needle poking my eyes, continuously. Hurhur.

Oh how fun it is to be me.

Hey World, here I am!

2008-01-18T18:34:00.000+08:00

GREETINGS, MY LOVES.

It has been a while, hasn't it? I miss blogging and reading other people's blog, but lately, I haven't had the time to do either. So even if you gossip about me in your blog, I wouldn't know. Hurhur.

Let's see now, how long have I been away? A bit more than 3 months? Lama nyer nyaaarrr... A lot has happened in this short 3 months. Revelations and truths. All came tumbling one after another. Some shocking, a few saddening. Oh you know, Life's little surprises.

Anyway. I've been wanting to blog about this. A few days after Ramadhan, i.e. the few days of Hari Raya that followed, I heard a few 'ghost' stories from some people. When I hear them, I don't know if I should believe them or not. But I take it with a pinch of salt. I don't wanna see the ghosts, but I don't deny we're not the only ones living on Earth either.

So satu harini, my mum told me that my youngest brother Faiz was walking home in the wee hours of the morning at 4.50 a.m., after pulling an all-nighter konon-konon belajar untuk O-lecvels ah ni... So macam gini eh. He was walking home along this path that leads to our flat. Along the path, there's a hut and a sepak takraw court. So about 50m away from the hut, dia nampak macam "Eh apa tu? Ada orang pakai baju putih tengah duduk ni, dalam hut tu." I think he felt uneasy so he took a longer detour home and avoided that hut. When he got to a safe distance, he peeked back towards the hut and saw the EH SILA EH FATIMAH ROCKERS TU PUNYA RAMBUT MACAM TENGAH COVER AH MUKA DIA ALA-ALA SEGAN NAK TENGOK ORANG AH GITU. Macam anytime boleh flip abeh smile at my brother or something. He has never been more scared, I bet.

So my mum said this "Ohh... Nak dekat pukul 5 kan.. Dia tengah tunggu bas nak balik ah tuu..." Pasalkan witching hour ends at 5 a.m. EH MUMMY KATHY buat kelakar lah eh, tunggu bas.

So anyway, I'm a bit scared of that area after that. So much so that I make it a point to go home before 12 a.m. every Thursday night. But there's this one Thursday night where I had to stay back for work and it was 11.15 p.m. and I couldn't get the damn cab (this was before the cabfare surged sky-high and all cabs went into hiding from 11.15 p.m. onwards). And I mentioned in passing "Eh I don't wanna go home late today lehh..." and my Male Boss just HAD to go like "Whyy~ You scared of ghostsss is it... HAHAHA" and then sila tumpang lalu eh, saya terus nangis, tuan. Pasal I was imagining the Cik Puan Fatimah Rockers tengah duduk relek-relek tengah tunggu aku balik. And my MB got so surprised I cried, TERUS dia telephonekan Mercedes cab lah eh hurhur... Nasib baik gentleman.

Ok lah. I wanna go home. It's Friday and I'm going home. And I'll be home possibly tomorrow too. Kata loser. Eh, betul tak kawang-kawang? Hurhur.

Farena's wedding photos

2007-10-06T10:41:00.000+08:00

Aw shut up, Yan. I've been busy with work okay, that's why I cannot find time to blog. I mean. blogging is sucha time waster as compared to work, where I'll be paid to do. Money is always good. But extra money is better.

You wouldn't believe the hours I put in either. There was once, I worked from 9a.m. til 5.30p.m., then continue til about 8a.m. the next day! Orang sebok-sebok baru nak datang kerja eh, aku sebok-sebok pack bag nak balik. Hurhur.

It's been a week into 2-month trial, so things should be pretty good now. Hopefully, no more late nights. I'll usually be quite useless and unproductive the days to follow an all-nighter. So that's WHY, I don't have the time to blog. Okay? So don't you ah-choo ah-choo me, mister.

Ok, on to more perky things. You've seen the hen party pics. Now, the wedding. Pictures from MY camera! (Ok Yan's, rather). A bit late, yar, I know.

The groom waiting for the bride.

Here comes the bride. And a table full of Washingtons oh-ing and ah-ing and clapping and squealing.

Watching their video montage.

Then it's off to eating! (Personally, it's my favourite time of a wedding. Because that's what you do when you attend a wedding. You eat. Which is why, if the food is good, half of the wedding is a success).

Eling's plate.

Awing's plate. We were quite shocked when we brought our plates to the table cos everyone else seemed like a polite eater. Only Eli and I seem quite greedy. But we were hungry! I haven't eaten the whole of that day! Ni dah bukan gelojoh ni! Not even pelahap! What's that word Eli used? Baragas? Buragas??

So when we were eating, the couple had some questions answered. Questions of course, were from members of the guests. So questions from our table were from yours truly, and as things are with me, there will be no boring questions. So my question to her was, "In a scale of 1-10, how would you rate Sahibul's sex appeal?" She answered, 17. Wah! Berlambong-lambong tu sex appeal dia!! Boleh tahang! And my question to him? What would you find most sexy in Farena?" His answer? (You wouldn't believe it) "Her eyebrow!" Eh? Eyebrow?? Apa ni mamat, budak tu fantat baik-baik, dia kata eyebrow??? Eh nyar, tak sexy lah seh! Hurhur. All of us were hoping he say "her nice tooshie", or "her generous bum", ataupong kalau nak kasi mak mentua happy, "her child-bearing hips" but her eyebrow? The eyebrow that can stand at attention ala-ala Ziana Zain. Ok but whatever rocks his boat.

Cake-cutting. Or rather, pulut-cutting.

And then, we went crazy backstage while waiting for our turn for photo-taking! Presenting, camwhores.

Apa si Eli buat kat belakang tu?? And Ratna actually looks pretty in pink. Sweet, even. Or dare I say, normal?? Heh. Ok one more time eh.

Ok never mind... Eli still looks drunk and Ratna, well... Let's just say, she went back to being herself. Hurhur. And a rare sighting of Boon Chin beside me.

Group photo! Group photo! Ok sila lihat itu Fadzillah anak Pak Fawzy eh.. KENAPER eh, dia begitu rapat dengan Sahibul ni?? Eh nyar, kalau nak flirt pong, sila pilih yang tepat eh! Laki orang beb, LAKI ORANG! Then when we asked her about it, she said "Eh tapi Sahibul yang suruh... Dia kata "Eh Jila meh duduk dekat sikit.. Takper, Farena tak marah.."" You are so full of shit lah Jila. Hurhur.

And random ones along the way..

Blushing bashfully beautiful bride.

Fidza, fyi, that's not rock, okay. That's I Love You. Jangan nak step muka rock maintain eh sila~ Hurhur.

With Maz my love.

And Ratna, my love.

... And Queeng Jilang and Queen Eling, my loves.

To Farena & Sahibul, eternal love.

Handsome Boy turns 24 today!!

2007-09-17T09:12:00.000+08:00

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, YAN!!

Finally, you're 3 years older than I am!

So that makes you 21!!

What? I'm still 18, what. I mean, I get asked to show my I/C when I'm watching an M-18 movie, right? Hurhur.

Ok cut the crap. This 24th, I wish you the best you could ever achieve, and the strength to see them through. And being older does not make you grumpier hor, uncle.

Candles without the fire. How clever! But it's ok. It being Ramadhan and all. Oh and what is that behind you?! I see that like me, you have a scary friend too! Ala-ala Jila (see previous entry where Jila was hiding behind my back when I was looking into the mirror).

And just when I thought we could have a quiet buka together and have your birthday dinner, I have to have to flu, the fever, the sore throat, the cough and the cramps. Itu nama dia, Combo No. 5! Cuba pergi counter kat Long John Silvers and say "Yes please, can I have Combo No. 5!" And you will get the flu, the fever, the sore throat, the cough and the cramps. Cheyba. Nonsense lah Awing. I think Combo No. 5 has more or less affected my sanity too.

Eh, now re-reading my last paragraph, it seems like as if you'd get the diseases when you order Combo No. 5 at LJS hor. No, I don't mean that. I know what I mean but I don't quite know how to explain it.

Ok bye! Wanna see Dr. Foo and get my MC.

Hen Party @ The Scarlet

2007-09-15T00:53:00.000+08:00

Are you ready, boys?

Some girl-on-girl action. Bride-to-be gettin down to it. Practice makes perfect for that wedding night. And Maz became the willing partner.

I don't know what the hell is Jila doing behind my back. She's so secretive. Maybe she's preparing for some role transformation, perhaps? We'll see.

The Angel, The Devil, and the erm... Zorro? They had a comfortable threesome in the shower room and refused to let me in!

The bride-to-be and I, fooling around in bed. HARHAR.

Nak tengok Pocahontas? Tu haa dia, on the left. Hurhur. See, when the initial plans for the hen party are in swing, we wanted to do a Hollywood theme, where we come in the leading ladies of Hollywood. Farena was supposed to be manhandled by us to be transformed into Xena. Ley - Jane of the Jungle. Ratna - Queen Amidala of Star Wars, Awin - Rose of Titanic (or Mawar of the Sinking Sampan, you choose), Jila - Mrs Smith of Mr. & Mrs Smith, Fidza - Some Anime Princess that we all don't know about and Maz - Helen of Troy, the face that stops a thousand ships. Hurhur. Rai? I can't remember what you're supposed to be.

But then the theme was changed to Black & Red and I really didn't have time to change my outfit so Rose I shall be! And Jila decided to scrape Mrs Smith and become Pocahontas instead. Siap dengan the feather from Farena's angel wings eh sila~ Effort seh ini budak.

Pocahontas and Rose. HARHARHAR neh ah. Ok ok no... Jilang and Awing.

One love. One hen party down. Many more to go.

* Some pictures coutesy of Rai.

You Give Me Fever

2007-09-14T23:42:00.000+08:00

And that ain't just lyrics from a song.

I woke up this morning feeling like as if I've swallowed a ping pong ball and didn't even realise it. All green and furry. One massive sore throat.

I thought I'd stick it out but please eh, by mid-day, I was ready to drink to a big gallon of warm water. Doesn't help that the fever and flu are in full swing already. My colleagues all asked me to go home cos I think they're more worried I spread the germs than my overall well-being cos I'd feel the same lah haha...

I didn't go home though. I was very worried about billing. I lose sleep over billing. And I cried at work when I figured it out finally. Hurhur. KENAPER tak faham-faham yang saya and numbers don't go digits in digits ni?? If I have my way, I'd create a job for myself where the only numbers I see at work are the ones written on my pay cheque.

Yesterday while in the train home from work, somewhere from Jurong East, there's this guy who sat beside me. Besides the fact that his t-shirt is one size too small and his hairline is receding, he has two smelly feet, I tell ya, SMELLY!! No sorry, they don't smell, they STINK!

The moment he sat next to me, there was this whiff of pungent, stokin bacin smell. I don't even know how to describe it. Macam, ala-ala bau kaki yang terperap dalam stokin for 10 years, gitu. Macam lembab-lembab, that kind. Aku tak tau macam mana nak describe lah nyaaarrr... But it's AMAZING, balls.

So this guy, he was talking on the phone with whom I assume is a girl, cos he sounded mushy and manja. Euw haha. I didn't want to catch what he said lah eh but I heard him saying this on the phone though "Eh alamak, my feet stinks lah!"

EH BRUDDER, YOU DON'T SAY! BEDEK AH TAU PONG YOUR FEET STINKS!

Why he didn't do anything about it is beyond my comprehension. Ok he did try hiding the stinky feet under the train seats. But that didn't help lah, duh.

He was wearing those slippers/sandals (I didn't take a good look cos I didn't want to imagine the bacteria manifesting into one giant monster on his feet, or worst, see some sort of skin disease). So the whole time, I was holding my breadth - either from laughter or just mere survival, I couldn't tell cos I had to concentrate on stiffling the urge to whack him and go "Eh tumpang tanya eh, how did you do it? Have an amazingly stinky feet?"

So my conclusion is this - my flu was caused by his stinky feet. Like, my sense of smell had gotten quite a beating that it shuts itself down to prevent further trauma and to recuperate.

Oh core! Is that Bangkok?

2007-09-13T13:21:00.000+08:00

Bah!

Just when I got so psyched up to upload my pictures and start blogging, I realised that I've left my camera (or Yan's, rather) at home. So now we just have to wait until I can find the effort and time to do all these uploading schmloading, won't we?

Ok then, how about some Bangkok pictures, huh?

Ta, Singapore!

Dhilah and I at Bangkok's Suvarnabhumi Airport. The other 5 girls were already at Bangkok the day before.

That pile of rubbish on the floor is actually my, well, shopping bags.

Our masseuses. They're very naughty, I tell ya. And very young, indeed. The one on the right looks like he hasn't even grown armpit hair! Hurhur. But I wouldn't know lah cos I didn't check mah. Hurhur... The one in the middle is obviously the Chief Mischief. Dia yang tukang ajar budak-budak ni benda-benda tak senonoh, like asking them to check out what could be checked out. See the toes peeking at the bottom of the picture? Mine.

Look at the mess we made! 7 girls really shouldn't be allowed to stay in one tiny room. Oh... And we were trying out our new purchases.

Okay siapa boleh teka berapa dellers saya bayar untuk pedi AND mani di sana?

LAPAN DELLERS EH TUANG-TUANG DANG PUANG-PUANG!! Murah nyaaarr... Macam nak tinggal kat Bangkok, only for the cheap pedis and manis. Ok, manicures, not manis.

I went there with three things in mind. To eat mango with sticky rice and phad thai sold by the roadside, experience the famous Thai massage and to watch the showgirls. I got 2 out of three, which ain't so bad at all. So I'd say, it was a trip well-spent.

Ni hah, mat kotai yang goreng saya punya phad thai. OK SILA TEKA EH, TEKA BERAPA DELLERS!?!?!

LAPAN POSEN EH NYAARRR....

Ni ha dia... It's all veggie and egg and campak sini sana, dah siap. Macam apa tau, tutup mata pong boleh masak. Sungguh skill. I forgot to take a pic of the mango with sticky rice cos I was busy eating, duh.

Dari hujung rambut ke hujung kaki, benda yang saya pakai semua serba baru. Hurhur. Only the cap is 2 months old. Melampau eh Awingg...

Before heading home.

Pornthep a.k.a Tom Cruise a.k.a Michael Schumacher. He said, there are days when he's a Cruise, and days when he's a Schumacher. I say, he's just full of crap haha. But he's funny! He said, he'll wait for me for 3 years and then we'll marry! Hah. But he also said that his girlfriend of 2 years broke up with him cos he spent too much time on the road. Kesian tsk.

Ta, Bangkok!

Building tremour

2007-09-12T23:36:00.000+08:00

It happened again.

Nadz, another colleague and I were on the floor sorting out documents. And I remarked "Ok I wanna sit on a chair... I feel dizzy".

Someone: "But you were already sitting on the floor what."

Me: "Oh cannot, I'm a bit atas, so must sit on a chair..."

A few seconds later...

Nadz: (panic voice) "EH IS THE BUILDING MOVING?? IT'S MOVING! IT'S MOVING!"

Eh mampos eh, the first thing that ran through my head was, I'm about to die and what was the last thing I do before I die? Stare at APB documents! Knn.

So we all scrambled out of the building, praying for our lives and the safety of the poor Indonesians who got hit with the earthquake. 7.9 on the Richter Scale, I heard. A second one ensued and we abandoned any thoughts of going back to the office. I don't know whether to be happy for the earthquake or not.

I don't want to work at CBD or town area anymore. I can crumble any moment. And even if I managed to survive under the shambles, I have to live on someone else's dead flesh or something! Gasp!

It's interesting what I've heard right about in the office. You'd think, with some sorta degree, they would stand by a set of professional decorum, at least. Hah. Ah, too many hints, too many spies.

On another exciting mode, Farena got married! For a sneak preview of the pictures, here's one:

Picture courtesy of Rai.

I'm a time-bomb about to explode

2007-09-12T23:31:00.000+08:00

When you trust someone enough to tell him your innermost fear and laments, you do not expect them to be thrown back you and be used against you.

Sometimes, you don't see it coming.

You just have to be prepared for surprises...

... And deal with the hurt yourself.

***********

Happy Fasting, my Muslim friends!

Back from BKK

2007-08-30T09:03:00.000+08:00

Hi! I'm baaaccckkk.... Well on Monday, actually. More updates and pictures later.

One thing's for sure.

Thailand's mosquitoes are vicious, I tell ya, vicious!

Oh Eliiiiiii, have fun at Krabiiiiiii!

Sat at home on a Sat

2007-08-18T18:07:00.000+08:00

The "bump-into" with Rai and Maz the other day was quite fun. I can't wait to see the outcome! Hurhur I can't say here what this is all about but don't worry, in 2 weeks, all will be revealed. And pictures will be up as evidence. Hurhur. Some heaving chest and 2 horns will be involved.

Have I tweaked your interest yet? Heh.

I'm so bored. I'm home on a Saturday, balls. I feel lethargic. I think it is kicking in, that women's curse.

Because I am bored like this, here are some pictures of After the Sky before they set for their Japan Tour on 31 July 2007. They were back on National Day, just in time to celebrate Singapore's birthday.

After the Sky w.k.a No Direction. That's Yan's boyfriend second from the left. That's the guy that I'm constantly fighting with for Yan's time and attention. Hurhur.

Not After the Sky.

The Japan Tour troop. Girls, AH PILIH PILIH ONE DELLERS ONE DELLERS ONE DELLERS!! Hurhur. The guy at the bottom left broke his wrist while playing soccer with the boys about a month before the tour. So the session bassist was that Jap-looking guy with the shades. Haha.

Just when everything was thought to be fine and dandy, one of the guys' bass cover handle snapped! But a few fiddlings later, it's as good as new and they're good to go.

One picture for the road. Tengok tu Yan, dengan senang hati put his arm around his boyfriend but he totally ignored me, who was beside him. I had to inch closer to him but as you can see, my effort was futile! Ah, the love he has for another man...

MM and MC

2007-08-15T12:26:00.000+08:00

Yan is going to be a Mat Motor :(

I don't like, cos that means, I'm going to be a MinahMotor :( :( :(

Not that it's much of a problem. Just that I don't like the idea of sitting behind a guy with my legs err..... Open. Now that I've laid it out as bare like that, my concern is not unfounded right?

And I also don't like the idea of Yan riding lah... It seems so dangerous. Macam merbahaya di jalan raya punya slogan.

PLUS, IF ever I take a ride on his bike, then I have to plan my wardrobe. Like, no more mini skirts which I'm so in love now, and I need to remember to carry along a cardi or something and I can forget about heels lah eh, AND (this is the worst bit) my hair will be ruined! It'll be flat and ugly and tangled! PLUS, I think Yan's bike should do without a box but then, where am I gonna put my bag when I ride with him? Tsk. Concerns, concerns...

Let's go back to basics, sweetie. Let's go public. Heh.

As if that would happen. If he doesn't have the car, our dear friend would rather stand me up and stay at home than take the train to meet me. He is very spoilt like that. Hrmph!

Ok I'm beginning to sound like some atas, whiny bitch. Let's move on.

I'm at home with an MC cos I have food poisoning.

I blame it on a rotten piece of prawn that I ate last evening. I ordered Sambal Nasi Goreng Seafood and it was fine for the first few bites. Then I remember eating a piece of prawn where 2/3 of the body is detached and only the top part was seen so I ate that and maaaannn.... It was nasty! It's rotten and urgh! I swallowed it anyway cos I was already chewing it. Hurhur.

The feeling is like what you know... The kind like, you feel nauseous and uncomfortable and you're not sure if you wanna shit or throw up, that kind. Macam seperti contoh, this morning, I was brushing my teeth and had the urge to sit on the toilet bowl (to do my business, of course, not because I need a seat, duh) so I ended up cleaning my teeth AND cleaning my bowels at the same time. And then I had the image of me biting into the rotten piece of prawn and eh sila eh~ I threw up all over the toilet floor lah eh knn. Opps pardon my French.

I still made my way to work cos ~~I'm a dedicated worker~~ I had things to settle and it can't wait til tomorrow and the moment I plonk my ass on the seat, I stood up in a panic and raaaann like mad to the ladies. This cannot be! I must take MC! Hurhur.

So yeah... Went to JP and the doctor was going on and on about the CEO of the place I'm working at now and how he's amazed by the news in the papers that Singapore's top 5 lawyers made S$5m a year. But being me, I heard him say 'the top 5 liars' and I was thinking he's quite brave to say something politically incorrect but then he repeated the sentence and I'm like ahhhh.... Lawyers rupanya... Hurhur. Bini Pak Man Tempe. I blame it on the rotten prawn. It affects my hearing too.

Ok wanna drink some fluid and rest. My poor tummy has taken quite a ~~beating~~ prawn.

Pics from HK

2007-08-12T16:06:00.000+08:00

Ok. About time I load up some pictures from my HK trip.

With Huda and Moonie. We were soo late for the D&D because some of us had this bright idea to go shopping at Sogo first. Hurhur. And we took so much time taking pictures that I did not have time to help myself to the desserts. What a waste. They had such a nice dessert spread! I helped myself to seconds, though. Hurhur.

With Sal. She was so into the theme, I tell ya. Siap dengan headband abeh headband and dress matching all. Very ago-go. Hurhur.

With Nadz. I forgot to put up a picture with her initially and she merajuk. So here it is! Happy? Chet~

With Kak Wati. Like fairy godmother, she. With the hair and the white flowy gown.

I like this picture because I think I look like a French courtesan! HAHA ok bedek. I think the lace gloves are the only thing 50s about me. I didn't rent my hat in the end :(

Ok enough of D&D pics. Let's see what Hong Kong is all about.

Ok firstly, the picture says 'No Music' but KENAPER eh the caption says 'To quiet car"? Hopefully you can read the blurred words just under the ching chong fun words. Ok never mind. Moving on.

Seems like an ad/banner for a shop specializing in mending bowls with cracks right? ONLY they wrote it 'mending bowls with cramp'! Eh nyah, abenda cramp ni?!?! I didn't know bowls can have cramps lor geez. Nadz and I laughed our asses off cos it's not like it's a small banner. Besar nyah banner nyer!

This was taken at the platform at the train station on the way to Shenzhen. I have no idea what it means. Later, I found out from my chinese colleague that it's a direct translation of whatever it is they're trying to tell us.

And this one is kinda rude. It says 'You're WELCOME to exit from Luohu Port'. Macam apa tau... When your guests are leaving your house, you say "Ok bye. You're welcome to go now". Ataupun dalam bahasa Melayu. "Ok jumpa lagi eh... Dipersilakan berambos". Hurhur.

Rick must be the one who makes these chocolate pudding with custard sauce.

And my favourite - Boay and Foot massage! This is my theory. When the massage people were sending these for printing, they gave the printers a picture of the feet and hand-wrote 'Body & Foot', only they probably wrote the 'd' in body is such a way that it looks like an 'a'. Boay tahan ah Awing pandai-pandai come up with a theory. Hurhur.

I bought this cap in HK! It's a ciplak Giorgio Armani hurhur... Caps are good to have when you have bad hair days - which I had during my entire trip there. And because washing my hair in the salon would eat into my shopping time so a cap was my saving grace!

And believe it or not, this was my only meal that I bought in Hong Kong. Cos we had lunch in the plane, then the D&D food, and breakfasts were provided by the hotel. It's tandoori chicken nasi goreng and it's good! I was told that the place is run by a Malay guy who used to live in Kembangan. It's called Shadowman and they have PCs with Internet access too. Good for a Muslim travelling in HK. It's quite near Sheraton, where we stayed. I can't believe I didn't take pictures of our room. It's awesome! I used and kebas most of the things. Hurhur. What? I'm Singaporean what.

Ok next up, Bangkok! Hurhur... My mum scolded me cos she said I should be saving up for Hari Raya instead of spending on travelling. Frankly, I would rather spend on travelling than spend for Hari Raya. See the streets of another country than spend on another baju kurung. Howell.

I haven't told her about Australia yet. I might follow Yan and stay with his sister there for a few days. Aku ni macam-macam lah. But it's so exciting!

Hong Kong

2007-08-04T20:24:00.000+08:00

Hi I'm baaacckk...

Actually I was already back on Monday night. I love Hong Kong! I can shop like I'm a bloody millionaire and still have a few thousands to spare!

The flight to HK was good but the flight back saw some air turbulence where I saw my orange juice swinging merrily in the cup, threatening to spill over.

Anyway, the D&D was just so-so. In the end, I did not rent my lovely black hat because I figured it would be too much of a hassle. Topi aku tu kalau kecik takper nyaaarr... Besar seoul. It's a whole different entity by itself and probably requires a separate luggage bag. My luggage was filled to the seams as it was when I got back.

Wanna know what I brought back? Some t-shirts for the guys in my life, a Balenciaga for my mum (whether it's real or not, I leave it to your imagination hurhur), some stuffs for the girls in my life, gourmet teas for the gramps, and sikat kutu for my grandmas. Okay they're not sikat kutu, but Huda said they're sikat kutu.

And a grand total of 7 tops for myself! Esprit warehouse sells t-shirts for as low as $8 apiece! I would have bought more but I wanted to pee so bad! I couldn't concentrate on shopping! Macam apa tau... Everytime I see something pretty, I can't stop and look. I have to grab it off the shelves and look at it while walking cos if I stop, I'd pee. Macam perempuan say-whale okay. For some reasons, I always have bladder and stomach problems when I travel. My stomach feels bloated and I have this perpetual peeing sensation. Brings a whole new meaning to 'makan angin' eh sila hadirin dan hadirat.

I got me some 'I sold my soul to Rock & Roll' tee and one with the words 'Groupie'. I very the luuurrve. T-shirt Groupie ni, untuk the times when I go to Yan's gigs. Hurhur.

So many little incidents happened at HK. One of them was the part where we got ripped off by a cab driver. Itu cab driver memang nak kena pelangkung! Learn English lah, for goodness sakes! It's like, how long are you gonna stay primitive and survive by hand signs and bits and pieces of broken English and a whole lotta Cantonese with foreigners?

On Sat night, we were at Lam Kwai Fong, and after 3 rounds of the damn place, we decided to go Hard Rock, a place we should have just gone in the first place cos LKF are full of watering holes. We were looking for dancing spots, rather. But some of us got scared cos the only available dancing spots with hip-hop/R&B are the ones full of blacks.

So this was the part where we hailed a cab to Hard Rock Cafe abeh the cab driver drove us to mana tau... Delifrance CAFE at Tsim Sha Tsui Complex eh sila tuan-tuan dan puan-puan. Aku kan kata HARD ROCK CAFE bukan DELIFRANCE CAFE lah setaannnn... And you know what's the icing on the cake? Delifrance Cafe was CLOSED! The workers tengah sebok sapu-sapu, cuci lantai eh. If I had it my way, I wouldn't pay him lah. I think the fare was S$15 or something. Eh S$15 can buy me 3 pairs of shoes in Shen Zhen okay!

Anyway, minutes before we board the bus to the airport for home, I had a little (mis)adventure.

Huda and I were the only ones from Group 3 while the rest of our friends were in Group 4. So we had a few hours to kill before our bus to the airport leaves at 1pm. So the morning of Monday saw us doing some last minute shopping before we decided to treat ourselves to a 45 mins foot massage. Halfway through, 4 angmoh guys came out from what we assume was their body massage rooms and waited at the reception. I'm sure they were gossiping about us like how we were gossiping about them. Huda said one of them looked like a member from Blink 182 and another looked like the doctor from the series Lost. Whatshisface, John? Jack?

Anyway, after the massage, we walked quickly to Sheraton Hotel (which was, by the way, just splentacular), just in time to see Group 3 boarding their buses. While dragging our luggage to the bus, I realised something. I left my favourite jacket at the massage parlor! I've only worn the jacket once and it's already my favourite so that's saying alot. I asked Huda "Eh, you think I have time to get it back?" Huda: "No."

I did a quick mental calculation in my head. The massage parlor was a good 10mins walk from hotel. That'll make it 20mins to get back at the hotel. With any luck, I can make it in 12. Kata dah massage kaki, so I should be able to walk faster CHEYBAH. Walk fast, waklu walk fast. Shopping kills your feet eh sila.

I told the tour leader and started jogging. I would have given it a go, regardless of the fact that she might say No. Cos I'm adamant like that. As I was nearing the massgae parlor, I saw the group of angmohs downstairs having a smoke. As I got nearer, they turned to look, one even with a hint of a snigger, I thought.

See the thing is, while Huda and I were paying for the massage service, the manager of the place made a commotion. From his voice tonation and hand gestures and angry face, we assume that the angmoh boys left without paying for their services. I was therefore surprised to see them at the foot of the massage parlor building. Ok so whatever. I ran up and asked for my jacket and this woman, with what little English she could muster, said that someone had taken my jacket and I screamed "WHERE'S MY BLACK JACKET!! I LEFT IT HERE!!!" pasal aku macam stress thinking about the trouble I'm in, making my bus wait and not coming back with my favourite jacket.

The woman ran out and down the stairs. I followed her. As I was walking down the stairs, she was coming up with my jacket! And she was pointing to the group of angmohs! APA NI!! KENAPER mereka amik jacket saya ni! I don't understand this whole thing. Was Blink 182 trying to keep my jacket for his girlfriend? Was Jack trying to be funny? What the hell. And as I walked past them, Blink 182 winked! Not funny lah botak! Just not funny. Aku tengah stress ni. Kaki dah penat seoul jalan cepat-cepat. Never mind, I got my jacket back. That's all that matters.

Ahh HK. Pictures will be up soon, hopefully.

I in a Hat

2007-07-20T18:04:00.001+08:00

I think I will not get that 79 dellers dress.

But I think I will get a hat. Yes! A hat!

I have to rent it though. And it's 40 dellers. I can buy 2 tops with 40 dellers nyarr. But this hat is worth the bucks cos its very the lurve too. It's black, slanted and has a black rose at the side. With some sheer fabric all around. I like sheer anything. It's so sexy! Hurhur. And throw in a pair of black or white shiny gloves; it won't hurt either. Eh Huda, eh? Hurhur... Aku ni macam-macam lah. Of course I can just wear Whatever or Anything but I'm thinking, I should wear these kinda nonsense while I'm still young and able to pull it off. Kalau nanti dah tua nak pakai benda-benda gini, nanti kena label buang tebiat hor. So yeah... It's now or never. Make hay while the sun shines. The early bird catches the worm. Hurhur. No connection eh sila but never mind.

See, signs of tebiat-ness are showing.

Anyway, yesterday, I actually dragged Huda and Nadz to a couple of costume shops. We went first to the one at Bali Lane. I didn't find anything there but my attention got diverted to a pink bikini top so shiny with beads and sequins, it could blind you. Huda took a photo of me in it but please eh~ Vulgar lah, just vulgar.

The guy at that shop actually suggested some OTT black dress with ruffles and tassles and whatnots, which is short at the front and has a long train at the back. Eh over lah nyaaarr... Apa ni berat-berat aku nak angkut pergi HK ni.

And then at the other shop, I tried some blue short dress that falters rather than flatters. And I got a bit impatient already cos I still couldn't find anything. Huda got her shiny gloves and all I tried on were wigs. Until of course, I set my eyes on the hat. But my cousin said she has some hats so we shall see. With that black hat, I could easily pass off as Audrey Hepburn's ghost.

Can you see me in that!! Can you? Can you?!?! If I lose a bit of weight and have a nose job, I'm telling you... Hurhur.

Ok have a good weekend everybodies!