i met up with my best friends yesterday. havent seen them in almost a month and had much time to waste over nescafe ais (no i dont drink caffeine) and barli ais (that's me).
came to the point where i started to ask questions. weird questions. like, what do you guys absolutely hate about me/am i cocky/anything i should work on.
boy, i guess they just were waiting for the right time. heh. they gave me a lot. and then some.
according to my dear friends..
-im stubborn as an ass (donkey, not bontot).
-i have violent mood swings. (note the term violent is under-used)
-i am the most unpredictable person ever. she said 'today your fine with it, tomorrow it totally pisses you off. he said 'you're values constantly change'. geez, i sound so.....so...dangerous?
-that i have a very very short-fused temper. met her bf for the first time, he told me 'i dont think i can go makan with you anymore. im freaked by the way you 'taruh' that waiter'. whatever it meant.
she suggested that my motto from now on should not be 'FUCK YOU!!' but instead 'fuck it la'. and just move on. he said that i should count to fifteen and maybe i find myself not that angry anymore. they said that i should look into who im dealing with. whether my relationship with that person is worthy of swallowing my pride. whether at the end of it all, i still want the person in my life.
he said something else. 'deal with issues only when the person is above or your own level'. dealing with morons is a waste of time and you might find yourself not THAT angry with the person whom you think is beneath your level. i find that a little cocky but-oh-so-true. its the person at your level or above that affects you so much. wow. amazing discovery.
she said that she doesnt understand why im worried since i get along better with people more than she does. i said i get alone fine with people im not so close to. but when it comes to my loved ones, i tend to take it out on them. wtf. beats me. i dont understand it myself. sad creature i am.
sigh. id do anything to be a better person. just wished patience was my middle name. i really freakingly wish i had more patience in dealing with others. and my self.
i adore you, you and you. cos you are cool, calm and collected.
fuck it la.
Thursday, May 25, 2006
Saturday, May 20, 2006
do you like my pink pussy?
sometime back airasia had this one million free seats give-away so mom took advantage of that and we had this four day trip to bandung, indonesia.
been there before and it proved itself time and time again to be one of my favourite cities for a short vacation. im clearly in love with that city. its sixty four times better than Jakarta which is nothing more than a dustier, more polluted and over-populated version of KL. ugh!
its a bit on the highland side so the temperature's moderate and i didnt look like a fool wearing black during the day cos i wanted to 'travel light' konon2 and brought all black clothes which i rotated and hopefully nobody noticed cos they all look alike.
i love the convenient public transport 'angkut kota' which is a beat-up minivan with no doors that literally takes you anywhere with a flat rate of Rp1000. and the drivers are friendly and helpful which is a nice change from all the cranky and moody cab drivers in malaysia, whom are seriously over-paid for bad service. but i shouldnt be the one to talk cos i havent taken any form of public transportation unless its back from the airport. which reminds of the cab driver we had on the way back from KLIA who had the worst body-odour ever and his sleeve was directly in front of the AC and i almost fainted in the back seat and we paid RM77 for being almost intoxicated.
anyways..i went mad for handbags and Gee said i looked like a lunatic cos everytime i saw a handbag shop i started smiling to myself..creepy what shopping can do to girls. btw, i just like to buy. half of the time i never use them. its just the satisfaction of having them all mounting on my dresser which mom also threatened to pack up in a large luggage bag and lock them away if i didnt start being neater and dad suggests that i givem away to his nieces from bentong (as if!).
ive been using the same gold bag i got from haadyai from my last trip for only 350 baht and its been used to death and has started to peel, and then i told my sister i needed a new bag and she wanted to slap me.
and mom, me and gee met up with gee's indonesian friends which she knew from her previous trip to jakarta and another one she picked off the internet. they both drove down two hours from jakarta on seperate days cause they're madly in love with her when i really think they actually have a permanent crush on ANYTHING malaysian! and im sick of answering all those "apa benar siti nurhaliza sudah mau kawin sama Datuk K?" from the shopkeepers cos really, i dont know and all im interested in is whether the band of the moment in indonesia right now SAMSON is really as good as they claim him to be.
anyways, turns out gee has great taste cos both guys are extremely sweet and smart and have killer smiles and mom's gushing for both guys and i think she is the one having the crush on the two dudes when all me and gee actually want is a local guide who is cute enough to hang out at the cafes with. which wasnt interesting after all cos all they wanted to do was confess their undying love for her. and i had to walk around champelas walk on my own cos i didnt want to get tangled in that web..and then we had to pick-up mummy from the spa who is happy and rejuvenated and being picked up by a dude who she thinks that all malaysian guys should be like. honest. she actually said that.
oh.. btw this is the first trip ive taken from LCCT. its such a relief to be so near to the damn gates rather than the looooooooooong walk they make you do at KLIA just cos you're being cheap and flying air asia. but the downside is that there are no doors that connect terminal building to the plane so we actually have to walk. its kinda a long walk but i imagined myself being katie holmes in my huge sunnies boarding my bf's private jet, so that felt better. and the customs dont have much to do and they make you turn the suitcase upside down which was a bad idea cos i had my dirty undies right on top -the last item i put in after my shower before the airport. deal with it. sibuk sangat. bukan aku bawak playboy pun. which actually i did want to get for D but one of gee's bf said that it sold out the first two hours of its release. and he said there was no naked chicks and it wasnt even good, just hype and FHM indon has more flesh. wo-keh.
but anyways, im happy to be home. i forgot to bring my own shampoo and was being cheap and didnt want to buy so i use the shampoo the hotel provided which resulted in me looking like marge simpson coming home.
hell, i missed home and you like crazy. :)
been there before and it proved itself time and time again to be one of my favourite cities for a short vacation. im clearly in love with that city. its sixty four times better than Jakarta which is nothing more than a dustier, more polluted and over-populated version of KL. ugh!
its a bit on the highland side so the temperature's moderate and i didnt look like a fool wearing black during the day cos i wanted to 'travel light' konon2 and brought all black clothes which i rotated and hopefully nobody noticed cos they all look alike.
i love the convenient public transport 'angkut kota' which is a beat-up minivan with no doors that literally takes you anywhere with a flat rate of Rp1000. and the drivers are friendly and helpful which is a nice change from all the cranky and moody cab drivers in malaysia, whom are seriously over-paid for bad service. but i shouldnt be the one to talk cos i havent taken any form of public transportation unless its back from the airport. which reminds of the cab driver we had on the way back from KLIA who had the worst body-odour ever and his sleeve was directly in front of the AC and i almost fainted in the back seat and we paid RM77 for being almost intoxicated.
anyways..i went mad for handbags and Gee said i looked like a lunatic cos everytime i saw a handbag shop i started smiling to myself..creepy what shopping can do to girls. btw, i just like to buy. half of the time i never use them. its just the satisfaction of having them all mounting on my dresser which mom also threatened to pack up in a large luggage bag and lock them away if i didnt start being neater and dad suggests that i givem away to his nieces from bentong (as if!).
ive been using the same gold bag i got from haadyai from my last trip for only 350 baht and its been used to death and has started to peel, and then i told my sister i needed a new bag and she wanted to slap me.
and mom, me and gee met up with gee's indonesian friends which she knew from her previous trip to jakarta and another one she picked off the internet. they both drove down two hours from jakarta on seperate days cause they're madly in love with her when i really think they actually have a permanent crush on ANYTHING malaysian! and im sick of answering all those "apa benar siti nurhaliza sudah mau kawin sama Datuk K?" from the shopkeepers cos really, i dont know and all im interested in is whether the band of the moment in indonesia right now SAMSON is really as good as they claim him to be.
anyways, turns out gee has great taste cos both guys are extremely sweet and smart and have killer smiles and mom's gushing for both guys and i think she is the one having the crush on the two dudes when all me and gee actually want is a local guide who is cute enough to hang out at the cafes with. which wasnt interesting after all cos all they wanted to do was confess their undying love for her. and i had to walk around champelas walk on my own cos i didnt want to get tangled in that web..and then we had to pick-up mummy from the spa who is happy and rejuvenated and being picked up by a dude who she thinks that all malaysian guys should be like. honest. she actually said that.
oh.. btw this is the first trip ive taken from LCCT. its such a relief to be so near to the damn gates rather than the looooooooooong walk they make you do at KLIA just cos you're being cheap and flying air asia. but the downside is that there are no doors that connect terminal building to the plane so we actually have to walk. its kinda a long walk but i imagined myself being katie holmes in my huge sunnies boarding my bf's private jet, so that felt better. and the customs dont have much to do and they make you turn the suitcase upside down which was a bad idea cos i had my dirty undies right on top -the last item i put in after my shower before the airport. deal with it. sibuk sangat. bukan aku bawak playboy pun. which actually i did want to get for D but one of gee's bf said that it sold out the first two hours of its release. and he said there was no naked chicks and it wasnt even good, just hype and FHM indon has more flesh. wo-keh.
but anyways, im happy to be home. i forgot to bring my own shampoo and was being cheap and didnt want to buy so i use the shampoo the hotel provided which resulted in me looking like marge simpson coming home.
hell, i missed home and you like crazy. :)
Saturday, May 13, 2006
im malay y'know..
because of my features, i always get the question - are you malay or chinese? and i always always answer 'im malay-la!'. cos thats what i am.
so,ok. my paternal grandma is actually a chinese. she really is. and she's singaporean chinese. which makes daddy half-chinese actually though he dont look quite like it. maternal grandpa is from indonesia. half of his family are still there and he speaks the language. he's minang. which makes mummy half-indonesian. right?
i was born in London sometime back, daughter to mommy and daddy. what does that make me? MALAYSIAN of course! no doubt.
see..i find it really annoying when people say stuff like 'im mixed- im have arab, indon, thai, french and japanese blood'. ha-ha yeah right! then why your face like that? you sure dont look mixed!
some people really get it confused, just cos your granpa's second wife who is not your granma (granma was the first wife) is arab or thai, doesnt make you a descendant of that blood. get your facts straight. and just cos your great uncle married this french lady- trust me, it doenst run in your blood. the closest you've ever been to being french is probably having french toast for breakfast. hah!
anyways, i discovered today that there's a huge difference having relatives from indonesia visit and having relatives from singapore visit you. one family has culture and the other doesnt even have manners. ugh- repulsive! (btw they both are muslims..)
FYI, the relative from Indonesian is very much well-off (well, she likes to think so anyways)than the ones from Singapore.
first i have to say that i havent seen these spore peeps in more than 7 years. they have a daughter whose suppose to be 30 i think. she walks in the house wearing short pants. not that there's anything wrong with short pants but to visit a relative that you havent seen in 7 years? gosh! and the pants go waaaay above the knees. and her brother recently got married and brought his wife and kid. and his wife had this top that bared her midriff. wtf? to meet relatives for the first time?
im liberal about clothes. im not conservative or what but then i know what to wear and how and why to wear them. and i would never do that. then she sits and chats with my parents with one feet on the chair. wow. with all that development i think they missed out on manners somewhere in school.
and she doesnt talk to us cos she's so full of her self. thing is she doesnt have a reason to be. i think these bloody shit drinkers feel a little superior compared to us Malaysians. So she got changed in MY room and threw her short jeans on my bed, and leaves. My evil sister laughs ' eh ade lagi eh brand BOSSINI? kat sini dah takde dah sebab tak laku. masa ade dulu pun kita tak pernah beli' um. true.
and cause she chose not to talk to us, when she had to sleep with my other sister (sorry but we only have ONE guest room but i bet thats better than your little box apartment) she was in dilemma and kicked up a fuss. 30 year-old? twelve more like it.
and they ended up crammed together in the guestroom. i dont know how they did it but according to my sister 'dah biase kot. kat sana kan rumah kotak kotak je.' good point.
oh and guess why they are here? BECAUSE THESE SUPERIOR PEOPLE WANT TO APPLY FOR MALAYSIAN PERMANENT RESIDENCE!! whatta joke. and what? we are all eager to welcome you with open arms?? good luck anyways. it might be nice to have more than one toilet in the house as you maybe will discover if you ever get PR status. and its so cool to be able to actually use the term ' walk around the house'. lol
the more i deal with singaporeans the more i am thankful to be malaysian. honestly. the minister of whateverdepartment that's in charge of making you feel thankful to be malaysian, should send people for holiday in singapore as part of their campaign. you'll get malaysians hopping on the first flight out, getting down on their knees thankful to be Malaysian.
wish i could get out of the house. bo-ring! but D's gone to Perhentian for the long weekend with Nadia. so im left alone counting days till i hop on the next plane to Bandung! YAY! i love bandung! cant wait! and people in bandung have real houses with ground to step on. yay! and D gave me some shopping money! yay.
he's such an amazing boyfriend even though his dad is originally from singapore.:P
so,ok. my paternal grandma is actually a chinese. she really is. and she's singaporean chinese. which makes daddy half-chinese actually though he dont look quite like it. maternal grandpa is from indonesia. half of his family are still there and he speaks the language. he's minang. which makes mummy half-indonesian. right?
i was born in London sometime back, daughter to mommy and daddy. what does that make me? MALAYSIAN of course! no doubt.
see..i find it really annoying when people say stuff like 'im mixed- im have arab, indon, thai, french and japanese blood'. ha-ha yeah right! then why your face like that? you sure dont look mixed!
some people really get it confused, just cos your granpa's second wife who is not your granma (granma was the first wife) is arab or thai, doesnt make you a descendant of that blood. get your facts straight. and just cos your great uncle married this french lady- trust me, it doenst run in your blood. the closest you've ever been to being french is probably having french toast for breakfast. hah!
anyways, i discovered today that there's a huge difference having relatives from indonesia visit and having relatives from singapore visit you. one family has culture and the other doesnt even have manners. ugh- repulsive! (btw they both are muslims..)
FYI, the relative from Indonesian is very much well-off (well, she likes to think so anyways)than the ones from Singapore.
first i have to say that i havent seen these spore peeps in more than 7 years. they have a daughter whose suppose to be 30 i think. she walks in the house wearing short pants. not that there's anything wrong with short pants but to visit a relative that you havent seen in 7 years? gosh! and the pants go waaaay above the knees. and her brother recently got married and brought his wife and kid. and his wife had this top that bared her midriff. wtf? to meet relatives for the first time?
im liberal about clothes. im not conservative or what but then i know what to wear and how and why to wear them. and i would never do that. then she sits and chats with my parents with one feet on the chair. wow. with all that development i think they missed out on manners somewhere in school.
and she doesnt talk to us cos she's so full of her self. thing is she doesnt have a reason to be. i think these bloody shit drinkers feel a little superior compared to us Malaysians. So she got changed in MY room and threw her short jeans on my bed, and leaves. My evil sister laughs ' eh ade lagi eh brand BOSSINI? kat sini dah takde dah sebab tak laku. masa ade dulu pun kita tak pernah beli' um. true.
and cause she chose not to talk to us, when she had to sleep with my other sister (sorry but we only have ONE guest room but i bet thats better than your little box apartment) she was in dilemma and kicked up a fuss. 30 year-old? twelve more like it.
and they ended up crammed together in the guestroom. i dont know how they did it but according to my sister 'dah biase kot. kat sana kan rumah kotak kotak je.' good point.
oh and guess why they are here? BECAUSE THESE SUPERIOR PEOPLE WANT TO APPLY FOR MALAYSIAN PERMANENT RESIDENCE!! whatta joke. and what? we are all eager to welcome you with open arms?? good luck anyways. it might be nice to have more than one toilet in the house as you maybe will discover if you ever get PR status. and its so cool to be able to actually use the term ' walk around the house'. lol
the more i deal with singaporeans the more i am thankful to be malaysian. honestly. the minister of whateverdepartment that's in charge of making you feel thankful to be malaysian, should send people for holiday in singapore as part of their campaign. you'll get malaysians hopping on the first flight out, getting down on their knees thankful to be Malaysian.
wish i could get out of the house. bo-ring! but D's gone to Perhentian for the long weekend with Nadia. so im left alone counting days till i hop on the next plane to Bandung! YAY! i love bandung! cant wait! and people in bandung have real houses with ground to step on. yay! and D gave me some shopping money! yay.
he's such an amazing boyfriend even though his dad is originally from singapore.:P
Tuesday, May 02, 2006
Monday, May 01, 2006
baby shakes things up a bit on a dull weekend
it all started on a sunday morning when mummy received a call from Auntie S that she had just adopted a newborn baby boy. Mummy was excited and so was i. we drove down to subang jaya to Auntie S 's house to visit her new baby 'come over to my house and dont forget the baby presents ok?'
turns out the baby was an unwanted child of a 23 year-old mom who worked as a cashier in Bangsar Village. Her husband didnt want them to keep the baby since they were low on finances. so she went to this sleazy private clinic in Bangsar and told the doctor her problems. the sleazy doctor told her that she could deliver at his hospital FOC as long as she went home after the delivery and gave up her baby to him. My aunt S received the news and offered to pay for the medical bills and take the baby with her. after taking a look at my aunt, the bloody doctor miraculously raised the bills form 1500 to 3000. whatta cheat!
anyways my aunt S described the place as 'dark, sleazy,dirty and somewhere were people might go to perform illegal abortions'. eww.. scary.
who knew a little baby boy being two days old could stir up a lot of emotions?
1. Aunt S's daughters were bawling their eyes out cos they dont like the idea of a little iban boy being in the family. they called their other sister in brisbane and she called Aunt S to lecture her mom and got another lecture in return. did i mention the youngest daughter is 18? baby-ish if you ask me. grow up please?
2. Aunt A received the call while shopping at MPH. she hung up the phone and started crying. according the her hubby Uncle E, he was suprised when she went behind the bookshelves and started to cry. he thought someone was dead. she told her husband 'its not fair! we tried so hard for a second child and she gets the baby??? that is so unfair! she wasnt even pregnant!! why does she get a new baby when we are the ones who are trying???!!!'
3. Uncle E, Aunt A's hubby is exasperated and tired of trying. according to him, she keeps a fertility clock besides the bed and monitors it closely. when the time is right, she starts pushing him 'sayang, this is a good time! now is a good time! common lets make babies! come-on!' he says its a very taxing process and demanding process. wow.
4. Aunt S is actually confused. she thought adopting was simple. but now its complicated. with the whirr of all the emotions, she doesnt regret but is feeling a little dazed. (is that a good word?) And she's a bit sad that a little baby is causing such a fuss. her reply to Aunt A -'i eat instant food, therefore i get instant baby, ok?
5. Mom is starting to wonder whether it was a wise idea that she gave up the baby that pedestrians found near her office subway. she was playing with the baby till lunch hour when the police came to pick it up.
6. I think i want to kawin because babies are so cute and smell so nice. i think-lar.
btw. baby has yet to be named.
i present to you BABYNONAME. isnt he cute? aww..
obviously nobody was prepared. you can see in the pic. no blanket, no proper pillow. no proper thing to wrap him in. but he's cute. how can anyone NOT fall in love with babies?
turns out the baby was an unwanted child of a 23 year-old mom who worked as a cashier in Bangsar Village. Her husband didnt want them to keep the baby since they were low on finances. so she went to this sleazy private clinic in Bangsar and told the doctor her problems. the sleazy doctor told her that she could deliver at his hospital FOC as long as she went home after the delivery and gave up her baby to him. My aunt S received the news and offered to pay for the medical bills and take the baby with her. after taking a look at my aunt, the bloody doctor miraculously raised the bills form 1500 to 3000. whatta cheat!
anyways my aunt S described the place as 'dark, sleazy,dirty and somewhere were people might go to perform illegal abortions'. eww.. scary.
who knew a little baby boy being two days old could stir up a lot of emotions?
1. Aunt S's daughters were bawling their eyes out cos they dont like the idea of a little iban boy being in the family. they called their other sister in brisbane and she called Aunt S to lecture her mom and got another lecture in return. did i mention the youngest daughter is 18? baby-ish if you ask me. grow up please?
2. Aunt A received the call while shopping at MPH. she hung up the phone and started crying. according the her hubby Uncle E, he was suprised when she went behind the bookshelves and started to cry. he thought someone was dead. she told her husband 'its not fair! we tried so hard for a second child and she gets the baby??? that is so unfair! she wasnt even pregnant!! why does she get a new baby when we are the ones who are trying???!!!'
3. Uncle E, Aunt A's hubby is exasperated and tired of trying. according to him, she keeps a fertility clock besides the bed and monitors it closely. when the time is right, she starts pushing him 'sayang, this is a good time! now is a good time! common lets make babies! come-on!' he says its a very taxing process and demanding process. wow.
4. Aunt S is actually confused. she thought adopting was simple. but now its complicated. with the whirr of all the emotions, she doesnt regret but is feeling a little dazed. (is that a good word?) And she's a bit sad that a little baby is causing such a fuss. her reply to Aunt A -'i eat instant food, therefore i get instant baby, ok?
5. Mom is starting to wonder whether it was a wise idea that she gave up the baby that pedestrians found near her office subway. she was playing with the baby till lunch hour when the police came to pick it up.
6. I think i want to kawin because babies are so cute and smell so nice. i think-lar.
btw. baby has yet to be named.
i present to you BABYNONAME. isnt he cute? aww..
obviously nobody was prepared. you can see in the pic. no blanket, no proper pillow. no proper thing to wrap him in. but he's cute. how can anyone NOT fall in love with babies?
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