- Denims that fit like a dream.
- Black and Nude-colored silk camisoles. To go with jackets/jeans/cardigans/pashminas.
- Black tailored jacket. Because of the times you have to switch on to professional mode.
- White shirt. The chunky beads will spell the kind of tone you're putting. Pearls? Crystal? Plastic?
- A silk white baju kurung. For funerals.
- A beautifully beaded/embroidered baju kurung for evening weddings.
- Knitted sweater. For movies/airplane/intercity train rides etc.
- The Carrie Pumps. For work and play. My ultimate weakness.
- Big Structured Bag for work. Leather or Mock Croc.
- A steel chronograph watch. Because some day the need to look your age arises.
Monday, September 22, 2008
What's your 10 closet essentials?
As requested by Ints.
Friday, September 19, 2008
Ramdan Moments
My #7 Ramadan 2008 Moments;
1. Breakfast at Palace Beach & Spa with D and sister02.
2. Village View with Lucillus.
Lucillus wrote about the people you encounter at McD. So I won’t divulge further with that.
3. Dinner at MiCasa Camelot @ Mummy & Papa’s.
4. Sahur @ A&W, PJ with D
I had a sudden epiphany to dine/bersahur at A&W, PJ. Tu tempat dating favourite dulu. I use to sneak out of the house and go to A&W for rootbeers and waffles. I told D, I wanted to bersahur at A&W, PJ. He said yeah, he kinda miss that place too.
Three things;
1. Breakfast at Palace Beach & Spa with D and sister02.
The food was 5/10. The thing is with Ramadan buffet is that most of the menu offer ‘traditional malay cuisine’. Everybody knows traditional malay cuisine cost next to nothing. If you go to the makcik nasi campur, eat rendang chicken, sayur, ulam, ikan bakar and what not tak sampai pun RM15. You go to the pasar Ramadan, come back with berduyun2 plastik bag and only spend RM15. So is it worth your money to be spending RM60-RM90 on traditional Malay cuisine? I think not. The spread here was so so. Chicken Rice, Nasi Hujan Panas (which D thinks is some kind of joke) and the usual nasi putih. There was this group of blue collar workers kena belanja dgn boss buka puasa. I watched them stack their plates with nasi putih, kangkung and ikan bakar. Worth your five bucks. Hmm.
The only thing I was interested in was the ikan sembilang bakar. Yums. I went there and waited for my turn. The fish was as big as my calves. I suddenly remembered those fat fishes swimming in the indoor muddy stinky river at mines. Really fat. As fat as my calves. Ew. Tak jadi eat the fish.
2. Village View with Lucillus.
We had the yummiest steamed siakap in Thai gravy. Superb! And then we had that sizzling Japanese tofu. I love tofu! And then I had half a dozen chicken wings. The food was perfect, the mosquitoes were in full swing and Lucillus and I were being our usual bitchy selves. While trying to kill time waiting for the food. We saw an old fren of his. He hated this fren cos they were rivals back in the school days where this guy got the girl he wanted. Hmm. Too bad. As usual I was on Lucillus’s side, so we picked every single thing we could about him. The way he ate his fish, the way he munched, his hair. Kurus pahala puasa.
We stayed for quite a bit. Lucillus the usual glutton didn’t finish his food. Probably the idea of being in the same room as the dude who took his girl killed his appetite. Mine wasn’t affected though. I licked my plate clean and ate 5/6 chicken wings. He ate one.
We went to McD for some ice-cream. OH-MY-GAWD. Have you tasted the McFlurry Mudpie???? It is to die for!!!!!!!!!!
Lucillus wrote about the people you encounter at McD. So I won’t divulge further with that.
3. Dinner at MiCasa Camelot @ Mummy & Papa’s.
I didn’t cook before coming so didn’t bring anything for juadah berbuka. We stopped by the Pasar Ramadan; even though it’s a well-known fact that my parents are anti Pasar Ramadan and would rather eat freshly prepare home cooked food. I got some chicken wings since everybody loves ‘em and some curry puffs – I love ‘em, and some more stuff cannot remember. It’s true you know my parent hate Pasar Ramadan. They never go. They question the quality, freshness, taste and all the preservatives and coloring injected into all the colorful kuih. Papa the health freak + Mummy the control freak. Now, all the kids can drive and we go if we feel like it. But it’s never been a big thing or a must have for us.
Anyways, earlier that day, Mummy had read this article in the news, so she sent Papa & sister02 in search of the yummy meats. They got lost and all that but came home with the sausages and daging salai. My goodness!!! The smoked sausages were absolutely to die for. TO DIE FOR!!!!! Best gile. It’s so hard to find halal ones, in fact I’ve been thinking that memang got no halal ones at all. Usually the Chinese Sausages will have all the pig parts stuff into the pig intestines but this is smoked beef stuff into beef intestines. Intensifying!!!!! Mummy’s cooking as usual was good and always makes everyone happy.
Oh and my brother bought chicken wings also. So there were like two dozen chicken wings.
Anyways, earlier that day, Mummy had read this article in the news, so she sent Papa & sister02 in search of the yummy meats. They got lost and all that but came home with the sausages and daging salai. My goodness!!! The smoked sausages were absolutely to die for. TO DIE FOR!!!!! Best gile. It’s so hard to find halal ones, in fact I’ve been thinking that memang got no halal ones at all. Usually the Chinese Sausages will have all the pig parts stuff into the pig intestines but this is smoked beef stuff into beef intestines. Intensifying!!!!! Mummy’s cooking as usual was good and always makes everyone happy.
Oh and my brother bought chicken wings also. So there were like two dozen chicken wings.
4. Sahur @ A&W, PJ with D
I had a sudden epiphany to dine/bersahur at A&W, PJ. Tu tempat dating favourite dulu. I use to sneak out of the house and go to A&W for rootbeers and waffles. I told D, I wanted to bersahur at A&W, PJ. He said yeah, he kinda miss that place too.
Three things;
- The queue was long. We queued for 40 minutes. Actually not that long la. Like ten people per counter. Only two counter open. And the service slow like a ninety year old grand-ma with parkinson’s. And everyone knows the waffle is another counter altogether.
- I had a mozza. D had a beef burger or something. They were the saddest excuse for a burger I had seen. I felt so sorry for myself. I really did. Overly dry pattie, wilted lettuce, soggy tomatoes, stale buns that crumble – bodoh, buns are not suppose to crumble! I told D, I want a juicy burger. I want a ramly burger. D told me, life would be so much better with a McD quarter pounder.
- I got to the waffle counter. The idiot told me, ‘mesin rosak, sile beratur dihadapan’. Beyond ridiculous. Wanted to complain but say the supervisor was a plus sized Indian drag with pink eyeshadow. Better not. The worst ever experience with a fast food outlet. Seriously the people who go there are either in the neighborhood or are feeling sentimental like me. This is stupid.
5. J’s wedding @ some hall in KL.
Two things;
D took me to Pavillion after that and I chowed down on Carl's Jr Avocado Burger..
6. The Carousel, Palace of the Golden Horses with the Dept and D.
This is by far the bestest. So far. Fresh oysters at the buffet. FRESH OYSTERS! I had too much. D thinks they’re disgusting. Huhu.
@ The Carousel. So pretty.
J, an former colleague was getting married that day. Puasa day. Well, he was Indian. So I took D and sister02. Sister02 invited a friend. We arrived around 6 plus, there were seats all the way in front labeled ‘Muslim Guests’. How very considerate. So we got to eat dome style at the front table while non fasting guest had to wait an hour later. The food was fine. Everything was fine..well..
Two things;
- I don’t expect many of my former colleagues to be there being fasting month and all.Which I was right. But of all the people, the idiot boss of mine was there. Out of the 400 people at my former workplace he had to be there. And we were ushered to sit at his table. Bad luck betoi. No, actually I sat at the next table when I saw him. I told D, sister02 and fren to quickly-quickly sit. They did. I managed to ignore the boss. Then the usher suddenly comes and tells us to fill the next table. Boleh? I did’t want to budge. Then these people started staring at me. Takkan I nak buat scene kat J’s wedding kan? Sigh.
- The menu was the standard wedding food. Nasi beryani, chicken, beef, vegetables, papadom and the likes. I wanted to eat then suddenly I thought of something. This can’t be beef. It can’t be. There’s the priest on the stage giving his blessings and all and he we are eating beef. I don’t think its beef. I whispered to D. He whispered back that they probably serve it Muslims only. But I don’t think so. If you think that something is holy and should not be sacrificed, would you pay to let it be sacrificed for others to eat? Even Indian shops don’t sell beef. I couldn’t stomach anything. Everbody dengan penuh berselera makan banyak. I couldn’t. I just couldn’t. I pushed my food around my plate. And ended up hungry. Oh. It sure wasn’t lamb/mutton. I love lamb. I know what it tastes like. I’m thinking maybe its buffalo meat. Kerbau maybe? Mystery meat.
D took me to Pavillion after that and I chowed down on Carl's Jr Avocado Burger..
6. The Carousel, Palace of the Golden Horses with the Dept and D.
This is by far the bestest. So far. Fresh oysters at the buffet. FRESH OYSTERS! I had too much. D thinks they’re disgusting. Huhu.
The food was absolutely superb. And the choices were amazing. Whole Lamb, Ice cream with chocolate sauce – I went crazy with the chocolate sauce, Char Siew Chicken, International cheeses with crackers, Wild Mushroom Soup, Pasta Carbonara with Sun-dried Tomatoes, Ice-Kacang, Satay, Assorted Chinese Appetizers, Dim Sum, Live Popiah Basah, Soft Shelled Crabs, Oxtail Assam Pedas, Assorted Sushi, Seared Salmon, Steamed Prawns, Mussels on a bed of ice, Gazillion Type of Noodles, Gazillion Types of Rice, and I can’t remember what else. The only thing missing was the chocolate fountain. Throw in the fountain and my life would just be perfect.
And the location is really near the surau. So no worries there. After stuffing ourselves and unclipping all our buttons, we left the place at 10.30. 10.30? Crazy. And I got a voucher to dine there at 50% off for as many times till the end of the year.
And the location is really near the surau. So no worries there. After stuffing ourselves and unclipping all our buttons, we left the place at 10.30. 10.30? Crazy. And I got a voucher to dine there at 50% off for as many times till the end of the year.
@ The Carousel. So pretty.
7. Le Meridien, Kuala Lumpur
D’s department was paying tribute to the media. We arrived at 6.45. Already a full house. They had it in the hall and it was for the company only. So no mixing with the public. But what the hell man. No seats. I saw the chef carving lamb, I started to queue up. The azan sudah berkumandang, so D came and gave one buah kurma. I continued queuing up. Got the lamb. No seats. I saw a lot of irrelevant people. Like B-grade celebrities. Since the Chairman and CEO come from the music industry I guess it’s apt. I refused to eat while standing and just stood there with my arms folded. Moments later, Le Meridien staff came out wheeling stacks of chairs. Which meant that all the people who didn’t have seats had to sit outside. Where the food was. I had on my white shirt. People may have mistaken me for the waitress.
The food was very minimal. Except for the lamb and butter prawns, everything else was just so-so. There was rice and probably five types of dishes. And then some noodles. Disappointing. The dessert was okay. Tiramisu in a bowl was so-so. I had a few slices of lamb, went for another round, then nibbled on the butter prawns.
D felt bad for the whole event. He took me for drinks after that @ Chawan, Bangsar. That was good. I had Nasi Lemak bungkus. Very nice.
Two things:
D : How many did we invite ?
C : Actually 5 meja jek. But you know how the press are. Word of mouth lakan
Here’s a tip for you. Have you heard of RSVP? Or Guestlist?
Oh well, I think its very typical for that low cost airline. Nak seat? Berebut la. Nak makan sedap? Beli la sendiri. :)
Buka puasa dates I am anticipating :
The food was very minimal. Except for the lamb and butter prawns, everything else was just so-so. There was rice and probably five types of dishes. And then some noodles. Disappointing. The dessert was okay. Tiramisu in a bowl was so-so. I had a few slices of lamb, went for another round, then nibbled on the butter prawns.
D felt bad for the whole event. He took me for drinks after that @ Chawan, Bangsar. That was good. I had Nasi Lemak bungkus. Very nice.
Two things:
- What annoyed me more than anything during the event was that non-fasting people shamelessly pigging out like there’s no tomorrow. You know who im talking about right? The usual buffet hoggers, freebie sucker type. They don’t give a rat’s ass about whether you get seats or not when they haven’t finished they fourth round yet.
- It was a poorly planned event. I heard D asking his colleague,
D : How many did we invite ?
C : Actually 5 meja jek. But you know how the press are. Word of mouth la
Here’s a tip for you. Have you heard of RSVP? Or Guestlist?
Oh well, I think its very typical for that low cost airline. Nak seat? Berebut la. Nak makan sedap? Beli la sendiri. :)
Buka puasa dates I am anticipating :
- With the Kath Math and Lucillus @ that place.
- With D on a date later this week. He promised to take me to a movie after that.
- With the parents tonight. I miss everyone.
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Further Waste of Time
I owe this to the bride-to-be. Long overdue.
13 random things you love: [in no particular order]
Can I skip this? I think I already answered this sometime back.
12 movies you like: [in no particular order]
This one too. I just did this.
11 bands/artists: [in no particular order]
- Zaiton Sameon
- Ramlah Ram
- Rohana Jalil
- Mawi
- Siti Nurhaliza
- Robbie Williams
- Marvin Gaye
10 things about you physically & personality wise:
- very straight hair
- hairless body
- sparse eyebrows
- small eyes/slit eyed
- ugly toes
- reserved with strangers
- dripping with sarcasm
- dry
- blunt
- sharp
9 songs for your wedding: [in no particular wedding]
There was just one song that played during the wedding : ‘Kaulah segalanya’ – by Hazarul Nizam. Very beautiful.
8 fav drinks/food: [in no particular order]
- beef rissole
- bbq beef ribs
- lamb chop
- lamb anything
- gulai telur itik
- ikan sembilang bakar
- nasi kerabu
7 things you always wear:
- sunglasses
- make-up
- mascara
- wedding ring
- wedding present ring
- wedding present pearl & white gold necklace
- my heart on my sleeve
6 pet peeves: [in no particular order]
Haih..do already la this one.
5 things you touch everyday: [in no particular order]
- the toilet bowl
- my face
- the sink
- my badly-needs-to-be-cleaned car
- D
4 shows you watch: [in no particular order]
- Dirty Sexy Money.
- The L Word – Bloody hell. Gile kurang pahala puasa aku.
- News. Must watch news.
3 celebrities:
- Nicole Richie – Painfully beautiful
- Angelina Jolie – Breathtakingly gorgeous
- Josh Hartnet. He is super hot. Super-super hot. That final scene in Wicker Park when he wearing that black coat and he pulls his bag over his head while he's walking towards the girl- sheesh, that scene makes my heart flip all the time. ALL THE TIME!
2 current wishes:
- Spend more and more time with my family.
- Bigger hair/Smaller chest/Skinny arms/Flawless skin/Sharper nose/Bigger eyes.
1 person you could spend the rest of your life with:
Sometimes it’s Mummy then when she becomes bitchy it’s Papa. Then when he starts to annoy me, I think it’s Mummy again. It’s repetitive cycle. Either ways, I’d love to have them in my life forever and ever. (D is default. A must-have.)
tagging:
- Lucillus – I can’t wait for the shit he comes up with.
- Roxy – So that she updates.
- Irna – Work is to waste time, dear.
Sweets for my Sweets
Tagged by Sweets.
*Job?
PR/Corp Comm
*Best Sartorial advice from your parents?
Lingerie should not shine through.
*Style icons
Nicole Richie & Victoria Beckham
*Describe your personal style
I’ve lived in the same pair of Levi’s for almost a decade. I make it work with the shoes. I‘m practical like that. I like prints and flowy tops. No baby tees, I feel trapped in the 90’s. And I constantly hide behind huge sunglasses.
*I build my daily look around the person that I’m going to meet/probably bump into.
At work however I live and breathe black and grey pants with black/grey/brown/white shirt. Even my baju kurung for work has to be in somber colors.
I meet people all day long. It’s hard to be taken seriously when you are probably dressed like;
1. Their moms going to kenduri kawin;
2. A sixteen year old.
I dress to avoid distraction. No bling or labucci or loud print tops. Tapi kan…I find that now I draw more attention as I’m the one in black top to toe five days a week.
*Personal Style quirk
Quirk? No quirks.
*Favorite designers
Azzedine Alaia
*Most cherished item
Jimmy Choo bag Mummy bought me.
*I feel best wearing?
A crispy white shirt and killer heels. Pants are optional.
*The first thing I look at in another Sartorialist’s outfit...
No first thing. I soak in everything at first glance. I remember what Sweets wore the first time I saw her. I have the same top.
*I always break this fashion rule...
Are there rules in fashion? I mean Carrie Bradshaw wore a bird on her head for gossake.
*I never break this fashion rule...
No rules.
*Never caught wearing?
Carrot cut jeans/Bleached denim
*Most underrated item in menswear/womenswear?
Socks. I love socks. I have a whole drawer of socks.
*Dress to impress who?
You know when people say the dress up to impress men? It’s a lie. They dress up for other women. They undress for men.
*Shine your own shoes?
Nope. If they don’t shine, it’s time to get new ones.
*Favorite stores?
Guess? boutique.
A cheaper version of the designers. If Gucci has it, you can bet Guess? has it.
*Your next “must have” purchase?
Jill Stuart sunglasses.
*I only buy __________ in Europe.
what is cheaper over there.
I’ve been there twice y’know?
*I skimp when buying …
Clothes for vacation. They probably go missing anyway. Or ruined.
*I splurge on…..
Shoes and bags.
*Favorite item of clothing
Those jeans.
*Guilty pleasure
Expensive shoes I don’t need that leave me broke. I have never bought one pair of shoe. I always buy at least two. I have no idea why. I don’t feel happy with just one pair.
*Cologne, skincare
I have three dozen fragrances on rotation. I wish for Crème Brule by Laura Mercier.
My entire skincare is an Indonesian product recommended by my auntie living over there. There has been no turning back.
*Most stylish city (Milan, Paris, London, New York, other)
I’ve only been to Milan, Paris and London. I’ll decide when I’ve been to New York.
*When I was high school I wore?
Uniform. Only splurged on bags. The entire school was into UCB and Guess?. The entire collection was on display at our school. I had 2 UCB and 1 Guess? bag during my entire high school career.
*Sports?
No thanks.
*Favorite fashion magazine?
I love the fashion magazines D brings home. Eclectic and almost filled with thrashed. And a lot of nudity.
*Favorite vacation spot?
Capetown, South Africa and Dahab, Egypt.
*Favorite neighborhood restaurant?
Restaurants in my neighbourhood suck. I drive out a bit for some good food.
*I would like to tag:
My stylish Ints and Lucillus*Job?
PR/Corp Comm
*Best Sartorial advice from your parents?
Lingerie should not shine through.
*Style icons
Nicole Richie & Victoria Beckham
*Describe your personal style
I’ve lived in the same pair of Levi’s for almost a decade. I make it work with the shoes. I‘m practical like that. I like prints and flowy tops. No baby tees, I feel trapped in the 90’s. And I constantly hide behind huge sunglasses.
*I build my daily look around the person that I’m going to meet/probably bump into.
At work however I live and breathe black and grey pants with black/grey/brown/white shirt. Even my baju kurung for work has to be in somber colors.
I meet people all day long. It’s hard to be taken seriously when you are probably dressed like;
1. Their moms going to kenduri kawin;
2. A sixteen year old.
I dress to avoid distraction. No bling or labucci or loud print tops. Tapi kan…I find that now I draw more attention as I’m the one in black top to toe five days a week.
*Personal Style quirk
Quirk? No quirks.
*Favorite designers
Azzedine Alaia
*Most cherished item
Jimmy Choo bag Mummy bought me.
*I feel best wearing?
A crispy white shirt and killer heels. Pants are optional.
*The first thing I look at in another Sartorialist’s outfit...
No first thing. I soak in everything at first glance. I remember what Sweets wore the first time I saw her. I have the same top.
*I always break this fashion rule...
Are there rules in fashion? I mean Carrie Bradshaw wore a bird on her head for gossake.
*I never break this fashion rule...
No rules.
*Never caught wearing?
Carrot cut jeans/Bleached denim
*Most underrated item in menswear/womenswear?
Socks. I love socks. I have a whole drawer of socks.
*Dress to impress who?
You know when people say the dress up to impress men? It’s a lie. They dress up for other women. They undress for men.
*Shine your own shoes?
Nope. If they don’t shine, it’s time to get new ones.
*Favorite stores?
Guess? boutique.
A cheaper version of the designers. If Gucci has it, you can bet Guess? has it.
*Your next “must have” purchase?
Jill Stuart sunglasses.
*I only buy __________ in Europe.
what is cheaper over there.
I’ve been there twice y’know?
*I skimp when buying …
Clothes for vacation. They probably go missing anyway. Or ruined.
*I splurge on…..
Shoes and bags.
*Favorite item of clothing
Those jeans.
*Guilty pleasure
Expensive shoes I don’t need that leave me broke. I have never bought one pair of shoe. I always buy at least two. I have no idea why. I don’t feel happy with just one pair.
*Cologne, skincare
I have three dozen fragrances on rotation. I wish for Crème Brule by Laura Mercier.
My entire skincare is an Indonesian product recommended by my auntie living over there. There has been no turning back.
*Most stylish city (Milan, Paris, London, New York, other)
I’ve only been to Milan, Paris and London. I’ll decide when I’ve been to New York.
*When I was high school I wore?
Uniform. Only splurged on bags. The entire school was into UCB and Guess?. The entire collection was on display at our school. I had 2 UCB and 1 Guess? bag during my entire high school career.
*Sports?
No thanks.
*Favorite fashion magazine?
I love the fashion magazines D brings home. Eclectic and almost filled with thrashed. And a lot of nudity.
*Favorite vacation spot?
Capetown, South Africa and Dahab, Egypt.
*Favorite neighborhood restaurant?
Restaurants in my neighbourhood suck. I drive out a bit for some good food.
*I would like to tag:
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
attempt
am blogging from a family day meeting right now using my e71. im so bored i started messing around and voila! can blog from phone. Sorry if huruf besar and kecik tunggang terbalik, remeh nak change uppercase and all.
We're discussing the family day. Tough planning something when im not gonna part of it. I sent it my resignation yesterday .. okay. This is hard. Will blog later.
We're discussing the family day. Tough planning something when im not gonna part of it. I sent it my resignation yesterday .. okay. This is hard. Will blog later.
Tuesday, September 09, 2008
Friday, September 05, 2008
Begging/Borrow or will steal
I have officially ran out of things to watch. Even going to the faithful DVD dude in uptown and mines where we have been faithful customers have rendered me nothing at all. Flip, flip, flip but there is nothing that i haven't watched and nothing that I want to watch. Jeez.
How low can I go? Well, i even asked both places whether they have Notting Hill. I want to watch Notting Hill again. Does anyone have Notting Hill on dvd? Can we share/borrow/trade?
I have umm...
Gossip Girl Season 1
Brothers and Sisters Season 1&2
Failure to Launch - I've seen it in cinemas and bought the DVD.
Because I said so - totally awesome. chick flick at its best
Prime - Uma Thurman goes pedophile.
Good Luck Chuck - Good but I hate Jessica Alba.
Just my Luck - Lindsay Lohan, great as always.
Awake - Again, Jessica Alba sucks.
The Love Guru - Have I told you how much Jessica Alba sucks?
Wedding Daze- Too cute
Wedding Date - Cute, too.
License to Wed - Mandy Moore is the bestest. She was awesome in How to Deal and still is.
Nanny Diaries - I love anything with New York.
27 Dresses - Okayla.
Knocked Up - Loved it. Seth Rogan/Leslie Mann/Jonah Hill/Paul Rudd are totally totally awesome!
40 year 0ld virgin - Again Seth Rogan/Leslie Mann/Paul Rudd are awesome beyond words.
Be Kind, Rewind - Biasa sahaja. Jack Black use to be the love of my life. Now it's Seth Rogan.
Forgetting Sarah Marshall - Jonah Hill is awesome. Again.
P.S I love you - SANGAP beyond words. I watched it 7 times and fell asleep. I gave up.
Over her dead body - Stereotypical Eva Longoria. No fun.
Run Fatboy Run - So funny. The kid is super cute.
Okay. I cannot remember anymore. But i have tonnes of chick flicks. D has tonnes of boring movies with covers that don't appeal. We'll swap with you. Cause I'm bored. And I need to be productive.
Oh and before I forget. My latest favourite movie. Totally, totally, smashing.
St Trinians.
Dark, twisted and loads of fun.
The cast stated that there was a Rupert Everett. I waited and waited for ages. Then there he was. As a woman!! Priceless.
Its a British film. But somehow in between got Mischa Barton.
How low can I go? Well, i even asked both places whether they have Notting Hill. I want to watch Notting Hill again. Does anyone have Notting Hill on dvd? Can we share/borrow/trade?
I have umm...
Gossip Girl Season 1
Brothers and Sisters Season 1&2
Failure to Launch - I've seen it in cinemas and bought the DVD.
Because I said so - totally awesome. chick flick at its best
Prime - Uma Thurman goes pedophile.
Good Luck Chuck - Good but I hate Jessica Alba.
Just my Luck - Lindsay Lohan, great as always.
Awake - Again, Jessica Alba sucks.
The Love Guru - Have I told you how much Jessica Alba sucks?
Wedding Daze- Too cute
Wedding Date - Cute, too.
License to Wed - Mandy Moore is the bestest. She was awesome in How to Deal and still is.
Nanny Diaries - I love anything with New York.
27 Dresses - Okayla.
Knocked Up - Loved it. Seth Rogan/Leslie Mann/Jonah Hill/Paul Rudd are totally totally awesome!
40 year 0ld virgin - Again Seth Rogan/Leslie Mann/Paul Rudd are awesome beyond words.
Be Kind, Rewind - Biasa sahaja. Jack Black use to be the love of my life. Now it's Seth Rogan.
Forgetting Sarah Marshall - Jonah Hill is awesome. Again.
P.S I love you - SANGAP beyond words. I watched it 7 times and fell asleep. I gave up.
Over her dead body - Stereotypical Eva Longoria. No fun.
Run Fatboy Run - So funny. The kid is super cute.
Okay. I cannot remember anymore. But i have tonnes of chick flicks. D has tonnes of boring movies with covers that don't appeal. We'll swap with you. Cause I'm bored. And I need to be productive.
Oh and before I forget. My latest favourite movie. Totally, totally, smashing.
St Trinians.
Dark, twisted and loads of fun.
The cast stated that there was a Rupert Everett. I waited and waited for ages. Then there he was. As a woman!! Priceless.
Its a British film. But somehow in between got Mischa Barton.
I keep playing the school song at the end. (It's by Girls Aloud. I have a thing for British Girl Groups. Spice Girls, Atomic Kitten, All Saints, Eternal. Especially Atomic Kitten)
We can’t fake the way we feel
We were born to keep it real
Hockey sticks and balls of steel
We are St Trinian’s
You bite us, we’ll bite you back
Better be scared when we attack
Feel the fear, we’re maniacs
St Trinian’s
Check out our battle cry
A song to terrify
No one can stand in our way
We are the best, so screw the rest
We do as we damn well please
Until the end
St Trinian’s
Defenders of anarchy
ST TRINIAN’S!
We were born to keep it real
Hockey sticks and balls of steel
We are St Trinian’s
You bite us, we’ll bite you back
Better be scared when we attack
Feel the fear, we’re maniacs
St Trinian’s
Check out our battle cry
A song to terrify
No one can stand in our way
We are the best, so screw the rest
We do as we damn well please
Until the end
St Trinian’s
Defenders of anarchy
ST TRINIAN’S!
Eh, don't judge me by the movies I watch or the music I listen to okay? I'm not odd. My sister's favourite movie is Superbad. See? We're equal.
Superbad.
HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA.
So funny.
McLovin.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA.
Superbad.
HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA.
So funny.
McLovin.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA.
Thursday, September 04, 2008
Clown
Couple of months back when I landed a new job, we moved. We rented a studio apartment, five minutes from my new office. Interestingly enough, most of our neighbors are from the Middle East. (Not to be mean, but when people come from country where socializing is discouraged and women don’t leave the house unattended, we are faced with people who can’t care less about other people.) Fortunately or unfortunately depending on how you look at it, we manage to get a unit on the ground floor, three steps away from the big blue pool and almost in the playground.
Problem is, beruk upstairs have a knack of throwing things down. Tissues/ tobacco/atm receipts/random bits of paper and the favorite is cotton buds. Cam sial.
Problem is, beruk upstairs have a knack of throwing things down. Tissues/ tobacco/atm receipts/random bits of paper and the favorite is cotton buds. Cam sial.
Then it happened. As if having screaming kids out your door isn’t bad enough to drive me insane, the kids were screaming at my gates. I peered out the sliding door. I saw balloon being thrown from above, not sure which floor though. The balloon would drop down from the sky every two to three minutes and the excited kids would scream and scream for more.
One day. Two days. Three days. When it came to one week, I began to wonder, which idiot was this causing me to suffer my tv nights? Which floor is this?
I told my sister “saya rasa kan, ada clown la kat atas.” she started to laugh. No really, I really think there’s a clown up there. Tell me, who would have such a huge collection of that long balloon types that usually are sculptured by clowns. And throwing down every night?? Gile, get a life la wei.
One night the balloon fell into my garden. I opened the curtains and peered.
“Excuse me, please give me!” those middle eastern kids at it again. I opened the curtains wide, grabbed the balloon and took one look at those pleading faces and went inside snapping the curtains shut taking the balloon inside with me.
D and my sister started laughing. Hahahahah. Padan muka.
Okay. Two seconds later I felt a little guilty. I went back outside and saw them still out there. I searched for the least irritating face among them and gave it to her.
“Take. But no scream! Noise. I don’t like!! No scream okay??”
A bunch of nodding heads bobbing up and down. Ye la tu. Like I would believe the five year olds.
The following day same thing. SAME THING! Can you believe it? I thought we had an agreement. Annoying gile okay. D went outside. He started growling at the kids.
“Babe, what are you doing? You sound like a fierce dog.”
“Ni ha..budak-budak ni. Geram la. ”
Of course la kan kena ignore lagi. Like they care or not whether I am able to watch Dirty Sexy Money in peace.
The breaking point was last Friday. Me and sister02 were already dealing with shit when the kids were at it again. At 6pm. Seriously. We walked into the playground and stared upwards. We waited to see where the balloons came from. It was the 9th floor. Unit directly above us. Worst thing was one the balloons got stuck on our window frame and some idiotic fat kid was throwing stones and pebbles in hopes that the balloon would magically dislodge itself and magically float into his fat arms.
I walked to the security guard nearby. I complained.
“Siapa yang baling balloon itu ha??”
”Tingkat 9. Ade badut”
”Badut!!!!!!!!?????”
I couldn’t believe it. There was a real live clown. I was right. I called out to my sister. I told the security to tell her. He did. My sister started to burst out laughing. But really, it was kinda funny. A clown! I got worked up over a clown!
I didn’t see the humor at that time though. I complained to the security the anguish these kids were putting me through. He talked to another member of security. We went up to the 9th floor.
A skinny Chinese guy wearing only boxer shorts answered. He had a shark tooth tied around his neck.
I complained. I told him what happens each time he throws the balloons. And what happens when he doesn’t. He apologized and promised no more balloons. Then I asked him,
“Eh, you clown ka?”
“Ya,ya saya clown”
Hmm.
On the way down, the security asks how come I don’t know the clown. I said I have no kids therefore I see no purpose of the presence of clowns in my life. Unless its Ronald McDonalds. According to him, this is one of the famous clowns and semorang kat KL kenal sama ini badut.
The whole night the kids were at it;
“PLEEEEASE THROWWW BAAAALLOOOOOOONNSSS!!”
No balloons. Hahaha.
Saturday morning, nice and quite. I woke up early. Went outside and took a deep breath. This is nice. Nice and peaceful. Few kids were at the playground playing quietly outside. The suddenly I saw him. The clown! He was in full suit and makeup! Wig and red nose! He was walking quickly across the playground making funny faces at the kids.
I started calling to sister02 excitedly;
"Cepat-cepat!!! Tengokla ni!! Clown semalam tu!!!!! Cepat!! Dia bawak suitcase, saya rasa die nak gi kerje!!”
The kids were excited. Me and sister02 starting pointing excitedly.
Then D’s voice came from the bedroom.
“Kenapa korang pulaaaaak yang excited ni tengok clown niiii..????”
Eii.. so sibuk.
But now as least it’s nice and quite.
Yay.
Oh you know who else lives in my building? That dude from Akademi Fantasia. Yeah the eligible bachelor one.
Yup.
Add D with his bike and we have a circus.
One day. Two days. Three days. When it came to one week, I began to wonder, which idiot was this causing me to suffer my tv nights? Which floor is this?
I told my sister “saya rasa kan, ada clown la kat atas.” she started to laugh. No really, I really think there’s a clown up there. Tell me, who would have such a huge collection of that long balloon types that usually are sculptured by clowns. And throwing down every night?? Gile, get a life la wei.
One night the balloon fell into my garden. I opened the curtains and peered.
“Excuse me, please give me!” those middle eastern kids at it again. I opened the curtains wide, grabbed the balloon and took one look at those pleading faces and went inside snapping the curtains shut taking the balloon inside with me.
D and my sister started laughing. Hahahahah. Padan muka.
Okay. Two seconds later I felt a little guilty. I went back outside and saw them still out there. I searched for the least irritating face among them and gave it to her.
“Take. But no scream! Noise. I don’t like!! No scream okay??”
A bunch of nodding heads bobbing up and down. Ye la tu. Like I would believe the five year olds.
The following day same thing. SAME THING! Can you believe it? I thought we had an agreement. Annoying gile okay. D went outside. He started growling at the kids.
“Babe, what are you doing? You sound like a fierce dog.”
“Ni ha..budak-budak ni. Geram la. ”
Of course la kan kena ignore lagi. Like they care or not whether I am able to watch Dirty Sexy Money in peace.
The breaking point was last Friday. Me and sister02 were already dealing with shit when the kids were at it again. At 6pm. Seriously. We walked into the playground and stared upwards. We waited to see where the balloons came from. It was the 9th floor. Unit directly above us. Worst thing was one the balloons got stuck on our window frame and some idiotic fat kid was throwing stones and pebbles in hopes that the balloon would magically dislodge itself and magically float into his fat arms.
I walked to the security guard nearby. I complained.
“Siapa yang baling balloon itu ha??”
”Tingkat 9. Ade badut”
”Badut!!!!!!!!?????”
I couldn’t believe it. There was a real live clown. I was right. I called out to my sister. I told the security to tell her. He did. My sister started to burst out laughing. But really, it was kinda funny. A clown! I got worked up over a clown!
I didn’t see the humor at that time though. I complained to the security the anguish these kids were putting me through. He talked to another member of security. We went up to the 9th floor.
A skinny Chinese guy wearing only boxer shorts answered. He had a shark tooth tied around his neck.
I complained. I told him what happens each time he throws the balloons. And what happens when he doesn’t. He apologized and promised no more balloons. Then I asked him,
“Eh, you clown ka?”
“Ya,ya saya clown”
Hmm.
On the way down, the security asks how come I don’t know the clown. I said I have no kids therefore I see no purpose of the presence of clowns in my life. Unless its Ronald McDonalds. According to him, this is one of the famous clowns and semorang kat KL kenal sama ini badut.
The whole night the kids were at it;
“PLEEEEASE THROWWW BAAAALLOOOOOOONNSSS!!”
No balloons. Hahaha.
Saturday morning, nice and quite. I woke up early. Went outside and took a deep breath. This is nice. Nice and peaceful. Few kids were at the playground playing quietly outside. The suddenly I saw him. The clown! He was in full suit and makeup! Wig and red nose! He was walking quickly across the playground making funny faces at the kids.
I started calling to sister02 excitedly;
"Cepat-cepat!!! Tengokla ni!! Clown semalam tu!!!!! Cepat!! Dia bawak suitcase, saya rasa die nak gi kerje!!”
The kids were excited. Me and sister02 starting pointing excitedly.
Then D’s voice came from the bedroom.
“Kenapa korang pulaaaaak yang excited ni tengok clown niiii..????”
Eii.. so sibuk.
But now as least it’s nice and quite.
Yay.
Oh you know who else lives in my building? That dude from Akademi Fantasia. Yeah the eligible bachelor one.
Yup.
Add D with his bike and we have a circus.
Tuesday, September 02, 2008
i miss you very much
i miss blogging. more than i miss you. but work at this new place is overwhelming. things that have to done and have to done like right now. can't steal time in between to blog. plus the open concept and all. why everyone want to be like DiGi lah?
happy ramadhan kareem to all. and like the say on flyfm, dont cheat.
mummy has been reminding me to buy fabrics to send the tailor. send. send. send. and like the degil child that i am, i procrastinate, procrastinate, procrastinate. so finally, last Saturday me and sister02 went hunting around KL and the likes for fabrics. so much fun, so little time. so much to buy, so little money. first to midvalley for laura mercier, then to explore what exactly is the fuss about jalan kenanga all about. best la. feels like you step into mangga dua or bangkok. or something. except 90% of the shops were closed. hmph.
then we went to jalan tar/masjid india and all the jalan-jalan wajib for beraya. first time okay without the mummy. manage to get the whole theme color and felt very happy indeed. it was time to send. i already told my tailor to reserve 5 spots for us. that i would be bringing the kain soon.
so sunday afternoon we went to her house. it was raining. she answered the door and called out to us.
"baju laya talak amik lagi wo!"
excuse me, but we're standing in the rain here. could you like let us in and allow us to negotiate further inside? i mean, its easier to go down on your knees inside a house. she let us in.
i thought i told you to reserve space for my clothes? tapi sulak lambat woo! tapi haritu kan dah cakap suruh tunggu. you manyak lambat la!! repeat for about half an hour, same script, same cast.
she took one 1/5. so only 1/5 je la yang ade baju raya ni? fine. this is bad. i'm pushing the panic button. apparently a baju melayu is tedious and much harder to sew than the baju kurung. crap la.
time for plan b.
sister02 says we should go to pkns and just ask. no point in the delay. i mean this being the first day of puasa and all, probably still early to some people. and then look for areas nearby pkns.
fine.
am feeling so blank at the moment, any suggestion is better than none. so we go. near PKNS is the pasar ramadhan. its crowded. people are fighting for parking space. swearing is so me. we manage to fight the pasar ramadhan crowd and make our way asking shop after shop. we seriously look pathethic lugging the gulati's carrier bag in and out of shops. nobody thinks this is still early. one idiot even had the nerve to laugh and say "mane ade tempat yang ambik lagi dah kak!". You are so not helping tau. Those demoralizing words make me feel hopeless than I already am.
sister02 laughs and says 'ala...takpelah..nanti awak carila mane2..takpun suruh die pakai baju tahun lepas. saya tengok takde pun org lelaki tukar baju melayu tiap2 tahun. over la diorang ni. dah la sampin pun nak baru tiap2 tahun'. hmm.true. gi semayang jumaat pun jarang2. but easy for her to say la. baju dia dah settle. benci tau.
thing is with my brothers, they need a new pair every year. and they want it to be omar ali. which reminds me, yesterday my brother told me that his friend's mom owns the omar ali in alamanda. i called my brother,
"ey, kawan awk cakap yang boleh hantar kat omar ali tu bile?"
"smlm tghari saya chat ngan die"
"die cakap boleh ke? confirm?"
"ye la. die cakap hantar cepat sikit"
"bak sini nombor kawan awk tu"
"mane ade nombor. chat la"
"name kawan awak tu sape?"
pause.
"cepatla. sape name die"
"nina"
patutla diam. pompuan rupenya.
then we went to jalan tar/masjid india and all the jalan-jalan wajib for beraya. first time okay without the mummy. manage to get the whole theme color and felt very happy indeed. it was time to send. i already told my tailor to reserve 5 spots for us. that i would be bringing the kain soon.
so sunday afternoon we went to her house. it was raining. she answered the door and called out to us.
"baju laya talak amik lagi wo!"
excuse me, but we're standing in the rain here. could you like let us in and allow us to negotiate further inside? i mean, its easier to go down on your knees inside a house. she let us in.
i thought i told you to reserve space for my clothes? tapi sulak lambat woo! tapi haritu kan dah cakap suruh tunggu. you manyak lambat la!! repeat for about half an hour, same script, same cast.
she took one 1/5. so only 1/5 je la yang ade baju raya ni? fine. this is bad. i'm pushing the panic button. apparently a baju melayu is tedious and much harder to sew than the baju kurung. crap la.
time for plan b.
sister02 says we should go to pkns and just ask. no point in the delay. i mean this being the first day of puasa and all, probably still early to some people. and then look for areas nearby pkns.
fine.
am feeling so blank at the moment, any suggestion is better than none. so we go. near PKNS is the pasar ramadhan. its crowded. people are fighting for parking space. swearing is so me. we manage to fight the pasar ramadhan crowd and make our way asking shop after shop. we seriously look pathethic lugging the gulati's carrier bag in and out of shops. nobody thinks this is still early. one idiot even had the nerve to laugh and say "mane ade tempat yang ambik lagi dah kak!". You are so not helping tau. Those demoralizing words make me feel hopeless than I already am.
sister02 laughs and says 'ala...takpelah..nanti awak carila mane2..takpun suruh die pakai baju tahun lepas. saya tengok takde pun org lelaki tukar baju melayu tiap2 tahun. over la diorang ni. dah la sampin pun nak baru tiap2 tahun'. hmm.true. gi semayang jumaat pun jarang2. but easy for her to say la. baju dia dah settle. benci tau.
thing is with my brothers, they need a new pair every year. and they want it to be omar ali. which reminds me, yesterday my brother told me that his friend's mom owns the omar ali in alamanda. i called my brother,
"ey, kawan awk cakap yang boleh hantar kat omar ali tu bile?"
"smlm tghari saya chat ngan die"
"die cakap boleh ke? confirm?"
"ye la. die cakap hantar cepat sikit"
"bak sini nombor kawan awk tu"
"mane ade nombor. chat la"
"name kawan awak tu sape?"
pause.
"cepatla. sape name die"
"nina"
patutla diam. pompuan rupenya.
i google omar ali putrajaya and call. its the fax. which always happens when i make phone calls. how typical. i call the wisma yakin branch.
"kak, nak tempah baju melayu boleh tak?"
"dah tutup la dik"
damn.
"erm, kalau kat alamanda?"
"alamanda dah lama dah tutup"
shoot. the wall is closing in. im suffocating. this is bad.
worst case scenario
1. the boys (D, brothers and Papa) don't get a baju raya. kain raya yes, baju, no.
2. mummy is so gonna go " I TOLD YOU SO!!!"
3. the family photo is out. macam2 colour jadi nya.
4. sister02 is gonna go mad. she is wearing a color she's not a fan of just so it's part of the theme.
5. can't think of anything worse.
i look at sister02. i think i look pretty panicked.
g:saya rase kan we should go to MPH and buy 'MENJAHIT BAJU MELAYU FOR DUMMIES'.
s:hahahahha.
g:ye la. boleh la saya ingat. saya potong2 pola pastu awk jahit. kite belila mesin jahit singer yang murah2 tu. nanti tiap2 malam lepas balik kerja awak jahit. lepas buka puasa nanti sambung balik.
s: gile la ko ni. nanti pakai2 pagi raya senget sane sini. tgok2 baju short sleeve la hape semua.
g: saya ingat nak buat utk brother03 baju melayu sleeveless (they are forever fighting)
s: hah? sleeveless?
g: aah. biar cam pendekar sikit. pastu saya bagi die keris. then pakai la vest. huiyoo.
we go home. its an hour to break fast time.
i go home and tell D of my predicament. he calls his mom. no good news, instead he's being interrogated what I'm preparing for buka puasa.
i bet you can tell what i prayed for during maghrib. its almost 8 and i sit and bug sister02. about a squillion times of "cemana ni, cemana ni?"
D calls out to me i tanye kawan i nak? i start to laugh. kawan you tau ke? he shoots me an annoyed look. kawan i lagi banyak dah kawin dari kawan you okay? fine. you can ask if you want. while he's asking the people in his phonebook, i take my cell phone into the room and call omar ali again.
"saya nak tanye, omar ali ade ambil tempahan baju melayu lagi tak?"
"kain luar takde. kain kite sendiri sahaja"
i have to seize this opportunity. brother05 please forgive kak long.
"oh yeke. tapi kawan adik saya tu cakap boleh. kawan die dgn n**a. n**a cakap masih boleh."
starts laughing. seriously, if this lady makes fun of me i'll slam the phone.
"oohhh n**a! iye. tu anak saya. anak puan name siapa ye?" anak? anak pun anakla.
"muhamad L. die chat ngan n**a smlm and n**a cakap boleh hantar.."
i hear the mommy talking to a girl in the background.
"diorang chat kat myspace ye? n**a kata die kenal"
"err...saya tatau la myspace ke facebook ke ape.."
"ooh. kalau macam tu boleh la. hantar skarang boleh?"
THANK GOD!!!
Relief like you wouldn't know.
I walk out the room then D starts telling me excitedly. kawan i kate ade! kawan i kate ade! Wah. when it rains it pours!
We decide to go to the one D's friend recommended because;
1. omar ali is charging 30% more than last year and 20% surcharge for tempahan sewaktu bulan puasa. the total price is 3 times more than the fabric. D's tailor is cheaper. Slightly.
2. D's tailor is much much nearer to our house.
3. D's tailor does a good job cos its the same one yang buat his baju melayu hantaran.
So we go to the tailor. Very friendly. Very accomodating.
i quote
"Kalau dah dua minggu nak raya, kite masih boleh amik 400 pasang lagi. Even cawangan kita kat shah alam tu masih amik tempahan lagi"
i turn to D. bukan ini ke tailor your mom?
anyways moral of this story
1. when mummy says do it, do it.
2. do not underestimate D and his married friends.
3. no matter how desparate, do not turn to 'for dummies' books. unless its solely to learn.
4. when the mind is elsewhere with issues like these, dont cook. i slit my thumb chopping chillies.
hope that all of you have your baju raya ready. unlike certain people. but now no more la."kak, nak tempah baju melayu boleh tak?"
"dah tutup la dik"
damn.
"erm, kalau kat alamanda?"
"alamanda dah lama dah tutup"
shoot. the wall is closing in. im suffocating. this is bad.
worst case scenario
1. the boys (D, brothers and Papa) don't get a baju raya. kain raya yes, baju, no.
2. mummy is so gonna go " I TOLD YOU SO!!!"
3. the family photo is out. macam2 colour jadi nya.
4. sister02 is gonna go mad. she is wearing a color she's not a fan of just so it's part of the theme.
5. can't think of anything worse.
i look at sister02. i think i look pretty panicked.
g:saya rase kan we should go to MPH and buy 'MENJAHIT BAJU MELAYU FOR DUMMIES'.
s:hahahahha.
g:ye la. boleh la saya ingat. saya potong2 pola pastu awk jahit. kite belila mesin jahit singer yang murah2 tu. nanti tiap2 malam lepas balik kerja awak jahit. lepas buka puasa nanti sambung balik.
s: gile la ko ni. nanti pakai2 pagi raya senget sane sini. tgok2 baju short sleeve la hape semua.
g: saya ingat nak buat utk brother03 baju melayu sleeveless (they are forever fighting)
s: hah? sleeveless?
g: aah. biar cam pendekar sikit. pastu saya bagi die keris. then pakai la vest. huiyoo.
we go home. its an hour to break fast time.
i go home and tell D of my predicament. he calls his mom. no good news, instead he's being interrogated what I'm preparing for buka puasa.
i bet you can tell what i prayed for during maghrib. its almost 8 and i sit and bug sister02. about a squillion times of "cemana ni, cemana ni?"
D calls out to me i tanye kawan i nak? i start to laugh. kawan you tau ke? he shoots me an annoyed look. kawan i lagi banyak dah kawin dari kawan you okay? fine. you can ask if you want. while he's asking the people in his phonebook, i take my cell phone into the room and call omar ali again.
"saya nak tanye, omar ali ade ambil tempahan baju melayu lagi tak?"
"kain luar takde. kain kite sendiri sahaja"
i have to seize this opportunity. brother05 please forgive kak long.
"oh yeke. tapi kawan adik saya tu cakap boleh. kawan die dgn n**a. n**a cakap masih boleh."
starts laughing. seriously, if this lady makes fun of me i'll slam the phone.
"oohhh n**a! iye. tu anak saya. anak puan name siapa ye?" anak? anak pun anakla.
"muhamad L. die chat ngan n**a smlm and n**a cakap boleh hantar.."
i hear the mommy talking to a girl in the background.
"diorang chat kat myspace ye? n**a kata die kenal"
"err...saya tatau la myspace ke facebook ke ape.."
"ooh. kalau macam tu boleh la. hantar skarang boleh?"
THANK GOD!!!
Relief like you wouldn't know.
I walk out the room then D starts telling me excitedly. kawan i kate ade! kawan i kate ade! Wah. when it rains it pours!
We decide to go to the one D's friend recommended because;
1. omar ali is charging 30% more than last year and 20% surcharge for tempahan sewaktu bulan puasa. the total price is 3 times more than the fabric. D's tailor is cheaper. Slightly.
2. D's tailor is much much nearer to our house.
3. D's tailor does a good job cos its the same one yang buat his baju melayu hantaran.
So we go to the tailor. Very friendly. Very accomodating.
i quote
"Kalau dah dua minggu nak raya, kite masih boleh amik 400 pasang lagi. Even cawangan kita kat shah alam tu masih amik tempahan lagi"
i turn to D. bukan ini ke tailor your mom?
anyways moral of this story
1. when mummy says do it, do it.
2. do not underestimate D and his married friends.
3. no matter how desparate, do not turn to 'for dummies' books. unless its solely to learn.
4. when the mind is elsewhere with issues like these, dont cook. i slit my thumb chopping chillies.
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