3 states, 3 days and a gazillion calories later..

i had a merry hari raya. honestly i did.

i ate, took pictures, barbecued, slept in the car, ate, slept in the car, took pictures, slept in the car.

good eh? yeah, i thought it was pretty good too.

we had our final breaking of fast at home before leaving for seri menanti, negeri sembilan. arrive abt an hour later, not so far la the kampung, very near only. I'd suffer from gangrene if i had to sit in a car for more than two hours.

arrive and sat outside and barbecued a bit. then i started to scratch my head looking for a little 3'x6' area to sleep. me and D. I ask Mummy where. Mummy said anywhere, maybe up there. I said but i thought the maids are sleeping there. Mummy said we rule over maids. So they have to find another spot. Not like it was such a great spot.

(Do you know that the Kampung we go home to every Hari Raya has been abandoned for more than 20 years ago? My great-grandma moved to KL after great-grandpa died. She stayed with grandma, and rotated among her grand-daughters till her passing in 1999. To continue the tradition, everyone still goes back even after she was gone. No, my grandma does not live there. Grandma and Grandpa stay in SS5, Kelana Jaya and shops at Giant every other day.)

It's a typical kampung house on stilts. I call it the worst ritz carlton i've ever stayed at. You can't run in the house or you'll wake the entire house. Careful on the floorboards. You don't know which ones are loose. And find a way so that you'll be last to arrive back in the kampung. When all the cleaning up for one abandoned year is over and done with. Except, you'll be last on the list of where to sleep. So, fine. Mummy said up there. I spread the quilt and sleeping bag across the entire floor.

"Ok babe. You sleep there, I sleep here and G sleep beside me and then Wani and then mummy, ok?".
"Errrr.... i sleep where...?"

Wani was two places away from D in the sardine arrangement and still when she laughed the entire floor was shaking and vibrating, i kid you not. Susah betul nak tido. D tried to hug me to sleep which was not appreciated at all by Wani..

"Mummyyyyyyyyyyy... tengok budak dua orang ni!!!! Tido ramai2 ni die nak manja-manja pulaaaaaakk...!!!"

We were so not! Liar. Tolong sikit.

Honestly, I couldnt sleep that night. Between the heat and the mosquitoes, i was pacing the house, up down, up down all night. I was bugging my grandma. I was bugging my brothers. I was doing everything but sleep. Restless gila.

Oh and did i tell you that we never never have water for hari raya? Never. They only turn on the main water supply after non- peak which is 10am pagi raya. yes. it was on the news last year. But like duh, its still the same. dont think karam singh walia thinks that anyone significant actually lives in seri menanti.

Honestly im not gonna tell you how we managed to mandi sunat aidilfitri but rest assured we were squeaky clean and smelling very nice. yes, i promise. We did whatever raya stuff people usually do- pray, eat, visit, eat, get robbed off duit raya and by 2pm we were back in the ritz carlton seri menanti packing our stuff. Mummy and everyone else was packing to leave for Melaka and mengadap the in-laws. And i was packing to mengadap grandmother-in-law in JB. yay. some peace and quiet in the car and air-conditioning. oh yeah.

The moment we left, i switched on the laptop and watched Prison Break season 3 episode 4. Five minutes later, i fell asleep. Yeah, i know. I like Scofield watching me sleep. But D didnt know. Cos he told me "jgn tido tau, teman i drive". Who can tell when you're wearing sunglasses and looking straight at the laptop. Nyeh! I woke up and we were barely 30 minutes away from nenek's house. D said i was ' the most useless co-pilot ever'. I said i tired la, must let me rest. He just shook his head. We reached at exactly 8pm.

D's mom said i was "cantiknyeeee...". I felt kinda bad. Coz one day while breaking fast at her house in Shah Alam, i saw her material for her baju raya. I told D I want this! I want this!. Cos i have a kebaya i bought ramdomly in Bandung with no kain to go with. And what his mom had was the perfect match. So shy want to ask. Her baju raya some more.

Later when it was time to go home, we were standing beside the kain when i commented how nice it was. She said she got it during her trip to Bali and it was a two piece thingy - for baju and kain. I gushed and gushed at how lovely it was when she suddenly said, "you can have it S. Do you want it?". hehehehe. I had to twist my tailor's arm to get it done in five days just before raya.

Oh, well. We spent a night in JB, and i sat for ages listening to his 92 year-old grandma talk. She's old but strong. Greeted us walking to the door. Super-gran.

My main concern is what time should I wake up spending the night at the in-laws? Waking up at 7 am all dressed and smelling nice and offering to help with breakfast tu tipu sangat kan. So i woke up at 9am and texted Mummy;

To; Mummy 012 -2******
Mummy, go to in-laws house must wake-up what time?
Ngantuk laa...Malas nak bangun cepat2.

Mummy never disappoints. She replied within seconds,

From; Mummy 012-2******
Kul 2pm pun takpe kos D tinggal rumah in law pun bangkit kul 2pm.

Not exactly an answer so I texted my sister, G.

From; Gee 012-9******
Boleh je. Bgn kul 3 pun ok. Tapi tahan jela mak tam, mak su, mak lang, mak teh, segala makmak sume soksek2. haha.

I lay there in bed contemplating whether i shud get in the shower or not, until i heard his mom's voice waking the brothers up in the next room.

I open the door a tiny crack and put my head out.

'what time are we going out?'
'around 10.30. i think you can get ready now.'
'oh ok. i will.'

Problem solved. 9.30 is the best time to wake up.

Visit auntie this and auntie that and by noon of second hari raya, we were already heading back to Melaka to meet up with my family and relatives over on that side. Stayed a bit for the barbecue and by 11pm was already driving back to CIVILIZATION. Since my family was still in Melaka when we left, D's mama invited us to sleep over in Shah Alam.

Arrived in Shah Alam at 1am and that was the end of my Hari Raya.

Shah Alam got no problem. Only D's mom and brothers. No nenek, no aunties. I woke up at noon and padded around the house all day in my jammies and purple flower socks. I hate to shower unless i absolutely have to.

So in a span of 3 nights, i slept at three different places in 3 different states. Thats what i call a successful raya. -fulfilling all obligations of meeting everyone without having to spend too much time with them.

D and my siblings.

D and my whacked sisters.

Siblings with their lovely sister.

Me and D's brothers in Melaka.

Sekian.

accident

Rammed the divider. The car spun twice. and landed back first into the divider.

Am still shaken from the accident two hours ago. Funny thing. I seem to be the only one. Dont think anyone else gives a rats ass.

Oh well. Cant expect much. I'm probably the drama queen.

I had this premonition early morning i was gonna have an accident.
I told D about it after the accident happened.
He ignored me. Or probably he thought i was talking thrash as usual. Or probably my voice was just an irritating distant buzz.

Lets talk about happier things.

Like meeting up with my two favorite people in the world.
Like how hard it was to meet up and finally doing it.
Like catching up over yummy crab claws and garlicky prawns.
Like talking rubbish and realizing age don't change you one bit.
Like how nothing is sensitive. Everything is okay to talk about.
Like how you can mention one name and watch the same expression sketched on each face.
Like you love the same people. Hate the same people.
The people you love they hate. The people you hate they love.
And then still be able to tolerate each other.
Like taking the first bite of my JCO tiramisu donuts. Yes. I finally did. Tasted a bit different tho.

I missed my friends.
I missed hanging out and being moronic. (can't believe i said i miss being a moron)
Laughing till my belly hurts.


crap! your camera phone sucks like hell, Y!

It's a funny thing. All corporate but nothing changed. He is still shallow and says the corniest things 'dont let it waste, keep it in the waist' - or something and she still is the forgetful asbentminded person. All the way to BB and no wallet. And she licks her arm clean if the food is good. Not fingers, but arm.

All the starched pants, court shoes and neck-ties aint gonna change you. Unless you let them.


S is wishing everyone;

SELAMAT HARI RAYA AIDILFITRI
MAAF ZAHIR BATIN

DRIVE SAFE (unlike some morons)

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.