Saturday Afternoon

its Friday again. naturally, im ecstatic. the weekend rocks. even if i lie in bed and do nothing.

last Friday we went for a midnight movie. like the Friday before that. and the one before. we were contemplating between the brave one and premonition. we decided on premonition which was hell of a big mistake. serious ngantuk. we sat in the couples seat (saja ngade2) and half way through i pulled the hand rest halfway down, put my head on it and slept all the way.

bengang la. everytime i watch a sandra bullock movie, i vow never to see another one again. but then i always do! damn you ms. bollocks. the last movie of hers was the lake house which i took my mom to see. and she fell asleep 15 minutes into the movie. gile sangap. her movies are always about this stupid premonition/magic/save the husband and whatnot. remember practical magic? eeii..me getting sleepy just talking about her movies. ugh. the hartamas sq. dimsum made up for the disastrous movie.

anyways come saturday, things were looking much brighter. we had planned an evening out together-gether, breaking fast included. i love love love love the buffet spread! japanese chef preparing fresh shashimi. seronot. it was not easy finding a buffet which included a japanses spread as my craving of the week was fresh salmon shashimi.

we really are all talk.

the first round was shashimi. and sushi. i had like three (tiny, bite size) pieces of salmon and butter fish - which is incredibly yummy, and D had the exact same thing. and a little bit of goat's cheese salad.

we finished that off.

i took another three pieces of butter fish and two thin slices of lamb. and D had the similar. we almost finished that. then looked at each other. that guilty look. sebab dah kenyang. i think we ate like worth ten bucks each. we went outside, sat on the benches for a ciggie break.

we watched people piled the plates with roti jala, mee-hoon goreng, nasi beriani, pasta and stuff. damn. where do they put it all away. and even if i had space, i would NOT eat mee-hoon. if you do groceries, you'll know that a packet of mee-hoon cost less than two bucks and paying eighty bucks just to get stuffed with mee-hoon is really unworthy.

as if im much better at making my money's worth.

we went in again. got cupcakes. i had like three. i like cupcakes, although some are truly disgusting and all aesthetic. these were nice. really nice. not so pretty. but yummy. D had a piece of caramel pudding.

and that my friends, is all we ate after paying RM80 per pax. i should stick to Williams. or stay at home. better.

We moaned and groaned about being too full. Akak belakang yang makan 6 round tu relaks je. Siap order teh tarik lagi. Terer la akak ni. Badan kecik je.

i really like this place, they separate the fasting customers and the non-fasting ones. the fasting ones get all the tables surrounding the buffet spread, whereas the non-fasting ones sit across the place or even outside. Dat's d way bebeh.

After the meal, D took me to hartamas for 1 1/2 hour massage. sigh. this is life.

Picture below was taken on that Saturday afternoon. It was so hard getting ready to go out. I was lying in bed with my laptop doing crap, he was sitting with his laptop being productive. you go first. no you get ready first. no you go! you la!

i was dressed and wearing my new chunky shoes and lying in bed waiting for him. Still absorbed in his work. The picture was taken when i was stiff waiting for him. and no he was not ready yet. he just put on the top cos he wanted to fit himself in the picture.

Sunlit Bedroom on a Saturday Afternoon.

I'm sitting on the window sill. My ass really hurt. And he told me to take off my shoes.
Duh. I wanted to take pictures to show off my nu shus.

he wanted to wear something nice. pink zara shirt and pants. and leather shoes. like special date la konon. I seriously dont have nice clothes AT ALL. ended up wearing my ripped true religions and ed hardy tee. macam pengemis pun ade jugak. like whodefuck cares la.

can i wear this?
he turns and look at me.
waa.. macam rock star..hahaha.
screw it. im wearing this anyways.
i oso wanna wear t-shirt like that.
its okay. you can wear your pink shirt. nyeheheheh.
no, im wearing a t-shirt too.

tonite we going for movie again. yay. tapi bukan sandra bollocks. malam ni encik mat damon. shud be good. and tonite N is tagging along.

Dem, no couples seats. LOL.

love is better than ice-cream

pics @ swensen's ice-cream jungceylon, phuket island during the honeymoon.

swensens was dirt cheap compared to malaysia. we literally had ice-cream every single day for the whole week.

Your love is better than ice cream
Better than anything else that I’ve tried
And your love is better than ice cream

Your love is better than chocolate
Better than anything else that I’ve tried
Oh love is better than chocolate

- Sarah Maclachlan, 'Ice Cream'

Oh it's what you to do to me

am i the only one who feels like i have to struggle to make it to Friday? but yeah, Friday comes at last and i couldnt be any more happier. woot woot.

this whole week, breakfast has been pretty much a colorful event.

there was Wednesday that day when N had a suddenly craving for western food in PJ. she's in puchong and im in putrajaya. we both work close by. and her craving is in PJ. aiyo. come 4.30 it was like 'I'll race you to my apartment'. heh. all day at the office we were being total idiots going over the menu and wondering what to order. since 10 in morning. moronic we are. we saw this really yummy seafood risotto and wanted to try but at the same time wanted to stick to our own comfort zone. pasta for her as always and red meat for me, as always.

then i had this really brilliant idea.

"i know! i know!"
"what?"
"lets wait till D comes, and we'll twist his arm to order that one!"
"HAAHAHAHAH"
"brilliant idea right?"
"yes, so we can pick the food off his plate!"
"yeah!"

D came at a beautiful time and I recommended him the dish with shinning eyes, heh. My babe is such a sweetheart, so agreeable.

Lets just say greed don't pay, especially with the portions they serve you over there. I managed to finish my food after a hard struggle, D was sitting back looking ill and N had already moved on to ciggies after only eating two meatballs. Lame-O.

Me being me, i absolutely have to have desserts. I love desserts! I wanted Nads to drive me to JCO but it was pretty unreasonable given the time - after the break fast and traffic - before break fast. I.WANT.MY.DESSERT!

D deciding that he pretty much had enough of girlie talks, headed home leaving us to go hunting for dessert.

N announced that she needed new shoes.
We went to check out them shoes. Saw some killer heels, but decided against. Not yet.
We went for a walk and suddenly found ourselves in the fitting room. My head was halfway into a gorgeous brown top when D called.

I'm already home, where are you guys?
Erm, at the curve, jalan-jalan
Oh okay.
You want me home now??
No, no. You have fun. Dont be too late yeah?
Why??
I don't like you driving alone so late.
Oh, ok. I won't. Promise! ( yeah, right S)

I bought the gorgeous brown thingy. N decided against the orange satin top cos 'it made her look pregnant'. I didnt say it.

Then suddenly we were at another store and N was paying for a Gap stripe top. I wanted pyjama bottoms. N recommended the ol skool stripe ones cos she wants to be practical all the time. I picked a pink one with purple hearts instead. Prettier. :P

Then we remembered dessert. Damn.

She wanted BIG APPLE. She bought half a dozen (yes, very ambitious of her considering the fact she lives alone and only eats two meatballs for break fast)

I want sundae. No, lets go paddington pancakes, No, i want cupcakes at the apartment .
No i want TGIF mocha mud pie.

Sigh. Choices Choices.

I was slightly pissed that the cupcakes sold for RM4 for a tiny size. Gile. No way im paying RM 4, for an ounce of sugar and flour. Even BIG APPLE is RM 2 per donut. Designer cupcakes konon!

Whatever.

we settled for paddington and i took a donut from her half dozen and suddenly *POOF!* the craving was gone!

so we had drinks and nicotine and talked about bad girlfriends and loser boyfriends. fun.

reached home just before midnight. He had a surprise for me. I love surprises! Love, love, love.
Surprises from him usually involve material things. Nyehehehe.

He had this denim bag. I thought the bag was the surprise cos it was kinda rock star chic. But apparently not. He started to pull an item out. And i squealed. And then another. And then another. And then another. And then another.

N told me D's a bit like Santa Clause.

i LOVE my Santa.

continue later. im kicking Santa's ass at Scrabulous on Facebook.

coming calorie fiesta

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.

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.