JCO-fucking-awesome-donuts is now open at pavillion. im am so ecstatic. i can eat them for days, those JCO tiramisu donuts.
sigh. ive died and gone to donut heaven.
now i dont have to go all the way to jakarta to eat JCO. been counting days to the next trip - which is quite a while away. now i just have to brave the streets of bukit bintang for an orgasmic treat.
"hi, one dozen of tiramisu please?"
oh. received another wedding gift today. hardly know the lady. and why is it people who actually matter don't give you anything at all?
yes. we keep a record, me and D. the guestbook versus the giftlist, cos we had to give out thank you notes.
yes you still owe me one. don't think it went unnoticed.
and just in case you get any ideas, one dozen tiramisu donuts aint gonna cut it.
gimme two dozen and i'll consider.
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
hunger pangs
today, we are one month. yay.
D hates morning lights. I try to get dress every day with the help of the table lamp. Usually it works. It doesn't help that mummy installed thick dark curtains. 12 noon feels like 12 midnight. Like waking up on a Sunday afternoon it's dark and cooling.
What time is it eh?
Dunno, 8 maybe?
Shit, it's almost 1!
Really?
Today was disastrous.
All my work clothes either gray, black or brown. I don't wear much bright shiny colors having to deal with the CEO everyday. Dressing up in grey, black or brown is NOT easy when its dark and you're half awake.
Shit.
I thought i picked out a fine outfit for the day. Grey checked shirt with grey pants. I put them on, put the make-up on (learnt to go light, doing make-up in the dark) and scramble outside as i was already late (usual routine, again). D was still in bed.
I reached the office. Sat down. Checked the emails. Put on headphones (no, im not working in customer service). Fiddle a bit. Push chair backwards to check my shoes.
then i realized.
i had put on the grey checked shirt.
and a blue, pinstripe masculine cut pants.
holy crap.
disaster.
macam badut okay? seriously. ive been sitting here for ages. haven't got up even once today. been holding in my pee so badly and waiting for everyone to head their asses home to cook or whatever.
geez. i dont believe myself.
can't believe im wearing my MNG masculine cut pants. and they go really badly with the top. i look like ronald macdonald. honestly. usually i wear then with a fitted top or something.
dammit la. bile mamat ni balik. why is he pacing in front of my room? i bet he's waiting to molest someone.
i was feeling borderline pissed today with D for my wardrobe disaster when he IM-ed me the nicest thing.
[9/25/2007 9:28:44 PM] carrie bradshaw says: pagi ni pergi work cepat2
[9/25/2007 9:31:57 PM] roboto-san says: i dah kemas katil, tutup air panas, tutup bilik air,
bukak tingkap, on air freshener :D
[9/25/2007 9:32:13 PM] roboto-san says: tapi geram sangat sebab wifey sepah2 kan bilik
[9/25/2007 9:32:32 PM] roboto-san says: tak tutup almari sumer sumer, towel sepah2
[9/25/2007 9:32:46 PM] carrie bradshaw says: wow
[9/25/2007 9:32:48 PM] roboto-san says: : hmpf!
cancel nak mengamuk.
im heading home. mamat tu kan pace in front of my office all he wants. he's a walking wardrobe disaster too anyways.
D hates morning lights. I try to get dress every day with the help of the table lamp. Usually it works. It doesn't help that mummy installed thick dark curtains. 12 noon feels like 12 midnight. Like waking up on a Sunday afternoon it's dark and cooling.
What time is it eh?
Dunno, 8 maybe?
Shit, it's almost 1!
Really?
Today was disastrous.
All my work clothes either gray, black or brown. I don't wear much bright shiny colors having to deal with the CEO everyday. Dressing up in grey, black or brown is NOT easy when its dark and you're half awake.
Shit.
I thought i picked out a fine outfit for the day. Grey checked shirt with grey pants. I put them on, put the make-up on (learnt to go light, doing make-up in the dark) and scramble outside as i was already late (usual routine, again). D was still in bed.
I reached the office. Sat down. Checked the emails. Put on headphones (no, im not working in customer service). Fiddle a bit. Push chair backwards to check my shoes.
then i realized.
i had put on the grey checked shirt.
and a blue, pinstripe masculine cut pants.
holy crap.
disaster.
macam badut okay? seriously. ive been sitting here for ages. haven't got up even once today. been holding in my pee so badly and waiting for everyone to head their asses home to cook or whatever.
geez. i dont believe myself.
can't believe im wearing my MNG masculine cut pants. and they go really badly with the top. i look like ronald macdonald. honestly. usually i wear then with a fitted top or something.
dammit la. bile mamat ni balik. why is he pacing in front of my room? i bet he's waiting to molest someone.
i was feeling borderline pissed today with D for my wardrobe disaster when he IM-ed me the nicest thing.
[9/25/2007 9:28:44 PM] carrie bradshaw says: pagi ni pergi work cepat2
[9/25/2007 9:31:57 PM] roboto-san says: i dah kemas katil, tutup air panas, tutup bilik air,
bukak tingkap, on air freshener :D
[9/25/2007 9:32:13 PM] roboto-san says: tapi geram sangat sebab wifey sepah2 kan bilik
[9/25/2007 9:32:32 PM] roboto-san says: tak tutup almari sumer sumer, towel sepah2
[9/25/2007 9:32:46 PM] carrie bradshaw says: wow
[9/25/2007 9:32:48 PM] roboto-san says: : hmpf!
cancel nak mengamuk.
im heading home. mamat tu kan pace in front of my office all he wants. he's a walking wardrobe disaster too anyways.
Thursday, September 13, 2007
Ramadhan Al-Mubarak
Sempena menjelangnya bulan Ramadhan Al-Mubarak tak lama lagi, D & S mengucapkan
“Selamat Menyambut Ramadhan Al-Mubarak 1428H”
kepada semua. Semoga dgn kehadiran bulan Ramadhan kali ini, kehidupan kita akan lebih diberkati dan dirahmati Allah s.w.t. Insyaallah.
Let's break fast together? We're all up for a good meal with great company!
We're looking forward to continue our tradition of breaking fast at THAT in Bukit Bintang this year, let us know if you are interested in joining us, yet again. We'll make it even merrier this year yeah. :)
(as with the previous years, the bill will be split, nyeh nyeh)
Monday, September 10, 2007
tanned but cramped
its already the next month. we got married last month. the celebration ended last month.
but the gifts haven't stopped pouring in. honestly, id never thought id see the day i would say this, but thank you for all the gifts and if you plan on buying stuff for us, please refrain from doing so. The minute we arrived from the airport, a wedding card was stuck under my bedroom door. (but i love this one its from Nanny). I got to the office today, two bulky boxes were delivered to my room. I told D. He told me someone gave him this big box too. Its so not nice to leave gifts in the office, though i really really wish we could.
we have absolutely no space.
if you absolutely have to get something, let it be in form of cash or gift vouchers or clothes or shoes (for me eh?). carrefour rm20 voucher would be highly appreciated as opposed to another rice cooker/crystal tableware/comforter/bedsheets. i mean, i gotta buy toothpaste at some point right? and having you sponsor for that would be extremely helpful.
i just cant keep stuffing bulky boxes here and there anymore. stuffing it in my sister's room is only inviting expressionless steely gazes and D's mom is asking whether we plan on taking back any of the gifts stacked under her living room stairs.
waitla.
yesterday D took me to IKEA. got me shelves to stack my mountains of handbags. i think he underestimated the amount of handbags i actually have. when it comes to organizing stuff, he'll ask me,
"whats in here?"
"my handbags"
"erm, what about in here?
"handbag i lagi"
"dlm ni ade ape?"
"err..my handbags?"
points to a wooden box
"hey we got storage space. what's in there?"
"handbag i laa!!"
"byk nye handbag you!"
"tu yang jarang pakai punye laaa"
"pergi la jual kat flea market"
"no-fucking-way"
jual kat flea market? over my dead body. even if im dead, don't ever sell my handbags. now he sounds like my mom asking me to sell off my bags. as if! (my mom's walk-in wardrobe is the exact size of my bedroom. how unfair is that?)
i kinda feel sorry for D sometimes. the first few days living in my room, he was living out of his suitcase. i watched him until it occurred to me that i probably should start making some space for him.
"err, babe? do you want space to put your clothes in my closet?"
"eh takpela...i know you're tired. tak payah susah-susah"
"hmm.. okay then"
the following day i saw him struggling with the suitcase again.
"should i make empty a shelf for you?"
"boleh jugak"
i open my closet and fold my arms and stare at all my clothes. i take a deep breath and lie down for a while. this is very overwhelming.
"i takde space la"
he looks at me in bewilderment. he blinks.
"okay. fine. i make space for you"
i empty a shelf and chuck all my clothes elsewhere.
"ta-daa!!! look babe. you can put you clothes here!!"
D peers at the tiny space. One shelf for him, five for me.
"err...thanks babe"
"okay" im beaming. im so proud of myself.
he asked me which clothes hanger is his. The one behind the door or the one behind the toilet door. i can't make a decision. i chuck my clothes on both and then some on the floor. he told me off.
"i have a very clear idea which one of my clothes are clean and which ones are dirty. the clean ones i keep, the dirty ones go in the laundry basket. what's with you and clothes all over the place?"
"huh? where got?"
"babe, your clothes are all over. toilet floor, bedroom floor, on chairs, on the dresser and everywhere else"
i look hurt and ask him "am i that bad?"
"takdelaaaa...takdelah parah sampai macam Dr. Yang yang dalam Grey's Anatomy tuuu"
"oh ok" i feel much better. i like Dr. Yang. She's kool.
the honeymoon was awesome, though i was very homesick on the 7th day. we hardly stayed in our hotel room. woke up at 8.30, came back at 12 midnight. The only day we came back to the hotel room early was to drop off all our shopping and go back out again. (yes, our baggage were overweight at the airport, so what else is new?). arrived home at 7.30pm on Saturday, made it just in time for the thank you dinner, we were suppose to play host at 8.30pm. Turnout was a little more than expected but i was thankful anyways for the great crew that helped us out during the entire thingy. I'm really sad that some couldn't make it due to short notice, but mummy only informed us about the dinner while we were still over there and we had to text everyone from there. RM2 per sms. Airtime soon ran out. And D's dopod misbehaving all the time didnt help either.
i wanna share some honeymoon pictures. but i think its in D's laptop la. i try korek tonite.
but the gifts haven't stopped pouring in. honestly, id never thought id see the day i would say this, but thank you for all the gifts and if you plan on buying stuff for us, please refrain from doing so. The minute we arrived from the airport, a wedding card was stuck under my bedroom door. (but i love this one its from Nanny). I got to the office today, two bulky boxes were delivered to my room. I told D. He told me someone gave him this big box too. Its so not nice to leave gifts in the office, though i really really wish we could.
we have absolutely no space.
if you absolutely have to get something, let it be in form of cash or gift vouchers or clothes or shoes (for me eh?). carrefour rm20 voucher would be highly appreciated as opposed to another rice cooker/crystal tableware/comforter/bedsheets. i mean, i gotta buy toothpaste at some point right? and having you sponsor for that would be extremely helpful.
i just cant keep stuffing bulky boxes here and there anymore. stuffing it in my sister's room is only inviting expressionless steely gazes and D's mom is asking whether we plan on taking back any of the gifts stacked under her living room stairs.
waitla.
yesterday D took me to IKEA. got me shelves to stack my mountains of handbags. i think he underestimated the amount of handbags i actually have. when it comes to organizing stuff, he'll ask me,
"whats in here?"
"my handbags"
"erm, what about in here?
"handbag i lagi"
"dlm ni ade ape?"
"err..my handbags?"
points to a wooden box
"hey we got storage space. what's in there?"
"handbag i laa!!"
"byk nye handbag you!"
"tu yang jarang pakai punye laaa"
"pergi la jual kat flea market"
"no-fucking-way"
jual kat flea market? over my dead body. even if im dead, don't ever sell my handbags. now he sounds like my mom asking me to sell off my bags. as if! (my mom's walk-in wardrobe is the exact size of my bedroom. how unfair is that?)
i kinda feel sorry for D sometimes. the first few days living in my room, he was living out of his suitcase. i watched him until it occurred to me that i probably should start making some space for him.
"err, babe? do you want space to put your clothes in my closet?"
"eh takpela...i know you're tired. tak payah susah-susah"
"hmm.. okay then"
the following day i saw him struggling with the suitcase again.
"should i make empty a shelf for you?"
"boleh jugak"
i open my closet and fold my arms and stare at all my clothes. i take a deep breath and lie down for a while. this is very overwhelming.
"i takde space la"
he looks at me in bewilderment. he blinks.
"okay. fine. i make space for you"
i empty a shelf and chuck all my clothes elsewhere.
"ta-daa!!! look babe. you can put you clothes here!!"
D peers at the tiny space. One shelf for him, five for me.
"err...thanks babe"
"okay" im beaming. im so proud of myself.
he asked me which clothes hanger is his. The one behind the door or the one behind the toilet door. i can't make a decision. i chuck my clothes on both and then some on the floor. he told me off.
"i have a very clear idea which one of my clothes are clean and which ones are dirty. the clean ones i keep, the dirty ones go in the laundry basket. what's with you and clothes all over the place?"
"huh? where got?"
"babe, your clothes are all over. toilet floor, bedroom floor, on chairs, on the dresser and everywhere else"
i look hurt and ask him "am i that bad?"
"takdelaaaa...takdelah parah sampai macam Dr. Yang yang dalam Grey's Anatomy tuuu"
"oh ok" i feel much better. i like Dr. Yang. She's kool.
the honeymoon was awesome, though i was very homesick on the 7th day. we hardly stayed in our hotel room. woke up at 8.30, came back at 12 midnight. The only day we came back to the hotel room early was to drop off all our shopping and go back out again. (yes, our baggage were overweight at the airport, so what else is new?). arrived home at 7.30pm on Saturday, made it just in time for the thank you dinner, we were suppose to play host at 8.30pm. Turnout was a little more than expected but i was thankful anyways for the great crew that helped us out during the entire thingy. I'm really sad that some couldn't make it due to short notice, but mummy only informed us about the dinner while we were still over there and we had to text everyone from there. RM2 per sms. Airtime soon ran out. And D's dopod misbehaving all the time didnt help either.
i wanna share some honeymoon pictures. but i think its in D's laptop la. i try korek tonite.
Monday, September 03, 2007
sea, sun and sand
gooooomorning..!!
we're up early today!
have a great day and working week ahead, we are going island hopping today to swim with the feeesh!
we're up early today!
have a great day and working week ahead, we are going island hopping today to swim with the feeesh!
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