weekend images

i'm still tired from the 7-hour race last Saturday. not up for much ranting. have a look at pictures yeah? my butt and thighs are sore walking from LRT Raja Chulan right up to Menara KL at 12.45 noon. i'm not an outdoorsy person. and i'd never thought i'd be caught dead wearing the company's t-shirt at Pavilion, Bukit Bintang. On a Saturday. During Mega Sale. Oh well.

friday;
D went for a 35km biking thingy with a group of people.
I went to shop for sweatpants for tomorrow's event with my sister.
came home with a top, pants, belt and kinky lingerie.
almost forgot the sweatpants.
almost.

saturday;
the company's very own amazing race.
7 hours.
shopped for mummy's birthday gift @ estee lauder.
sent D's brother home. He had been staying at our place for one week.
had a tomyum steamboat dinner. burnt tongue.
passed out. exhausted.

sunday;
mummy's 50th birthday.
i cooked lunch.
D and I planned to go Ikea, maybe buy a tv, maybe buy shelves.
we ended up napping the entire afternoon.
we took mummy to a seafood birthday dinner.

that's not mummy.

things i discovered during the weekend;

1. the monorail is freaking scary. it's like a roller coaster. no tracks. just hoisted up in the air with clipped wheels. feels like hanging in mid-air.
2. the public transportation in KL is in fact, very convenient.
3. asking for direction always helps. even though you think you know. trust me, you don't.
4. walking is still no fun. especially in KL at 12.45 midday.
5. when falling flat on your knees at the traffic light in Bintang Walk during the traffic jam, its best to pretend the ankle is sprained and have people sympathize rather than laughing because of your sheer stupidity.
6. robinsons@the gardens has an amazing shoe collection.
7. i have more shoes than i think i have. At least five more.
8. im able to consume the jumbo bar of cadbury in under one hour. and not get sick.
9. even if it's steamboat, its no excuse to eat it while it's boiling hot. tongue - burn.
10. benefit has the besterestest make-up range. hands down.

pain in the ass

kinda, anyways.

Monday, after dinner D took me to a 5km bike ride.

i was petrified at first due to logical reasons;
1. i am not sure i know how to ride a bike. mummy was skeptical. "tau ke naik basikal"?
2. i am absolutely terrified of crossing roads, especially when i have no control. i'm okay when im zooming in my car cursing at the slowpokes crossing the roads.
3. its D's other bike. the size is big compared to vertically challenged me.

D bought me a bike helmet. I told him we should cycle all the way to Alamanda to buy D's coffee. D said okay.

He was on his two thousand ringgit bike, I was on his four hundred ringgit bike. He wore padded bicycle shorts. I wore adidas track pants with the hole-y knee. Who says he doesn't love me?

We arrived at the pitstop. Alamanda. We got down, locked the bikes and bought some coffee. Not before he got into a scuffle with the Nepalese securities. There's this thing about him and Nepalese security guards. They don't get along very well. It happened at Ikea, it happened here. With their limited vocab and annoying instructions, it's so easy to get pissed.

I was nearing the end of my period. I craved chocolate. We stopped by Secret Recipe and I sat for hot fudge brownies and ice-cream. D watch me eat. "Macamana ni? Workout sikit dah makan brownie.."

then we cycled home. i should really learn to cross roads on the bike. all the way to and back, D crossed first and had to watch the cars for me.

"can i cross nowwww???"
"YES. GO!"

i can't seem to take the my eyes off whats in front me. if i look sideways for cars while crossing, i'll loose my balance and topple over. seriously.

Tuesday. my ass hurt really bad. i told D. he laughed and said he'll get me padded shorts. i told my workmate L, she told me, "I rase lain kali you amik toto pastu balut seat beskal tu..".

more brilliant ideas welcome.

i had another chocolate craving. I had bags of cadbury bytes for lunch.

i didnt go cycling. D went with Papa. I told him come home quick after that. I need a chocolate fix. He came back panting. Papa apparently likes challenging routes and they were cycling steep uphill the entire way.

it was 11. no secret recipe. i ended up with a bag of cadbury bytes and a bar of Hershey's creamy milk chocolate and almond.

yesterday, early morning. period over. chocolate craving still messing with me. Had a bag of cadbury bytes and Hershey bar for breakfast. And i feel like i still need more. and more and more chocolates, dammit!

i had a hot fudge brownie for lunch. uh uh.

seriously need help. chocoholic anonymous.

mom has an entire drawer full of chocolates in her walk-in wardrobe. boxes and boxes of fererro rocher, huge bars of toblerone, daim and who knows what. only she keeps it locked all the time.
why ar?

nearing the evening. i was stressed out. no chocolates, work piling up, people pissing me off. i needed therapy.

therapy........
therapy.............
therapy..................

told D i was not feeling good. and i needed to binge on some stuff which i don't know yet. he had to work late. i took my sister.

went to MNG. very very nice stuff. and they have it in my size. at last.

blue jeans.
skinny jeans.
knitted cardigan.
gold silk tank top.
animal print t-shirt.
charcoal silk tank top.

i felt better. and hungry.

came home. D was on the computer. He smiled when he saw my purchases.

Are you happy?
Yes. Very happy!
Good good.
I'm gonna try these on and let you see ok?
Ok.
Don't turn unless I tell you to!!
Ok, ok, I won't.

So i put outfit 1 together. I think i need to wear them with my new shoes.

Don't look yet.
Huh? Ok ok.
I'm gonna wear them with my new shoes.
oh, ok ok.
Ok, now you can look.

And it went on and on. And then i decided to try on stuff i bought from last weekend. Mix and match.

You dont have to look. You've seen me try this one already.
Nevermind. I wanna see again.

Whatever.

I think he really like what i bought. He didnt even ask how much money was spent. He didn't even ask.

Don't worry babe. Your money is always put to good use.

Then i got tired of playing dress-up. Spent a whole ten minutes trying to take-off the mascara. Recommend a good make-up remover please.

I need a friend to go to the movies with tomorrow night. D is going cycling with a bunch of strangers. I'm not going. My ass hurts. Still. Wanted to go to the movies since last weekend!!!!!!!!

Last weekend when everyone was told to stay away from town because of the riots, we decided to take our stubborn selves and go to KLCC. D's company had this Girls Day Out thingy. The roads have never been more deserted. It's true. Driving was a breeze, the traffic was smooth and overall it was kinda quiet in town.

Planned to get myself mascara and eyeliner. Called up the chick who did my make-up for the wedding. What's the best buy?

I read once that you only need to splurge when buying makeup for certain things. Like foundation and powder. For others you can buy cheap. It don't make it difference. Like eyeliner or brow pencil.

Well, guess what? They were wrong!!

There's a huge difference.

I can now use eyeliner for the entire day. And by the end of the day still won't look like a member of my chemical romance. yay.


My cheap eyeliner use to melt and smear and smudge. Plus i have bad habits.

I like to gosok mata.
I like to squint.
My eyes detest foreign objects. They get watery.
I tear easily.

I have found the ultimate eyeliner. Only I didn't buy glittery moss green as recommended by the girl at the counter.

Also found;
D picked out a handbag for me.
I bought him a book. Had to. Cos I lost a bet. A bet about BFFs. Long story.
I bought two tops.
D bought himself another book.
Like Neil Gaiman is god or something.
Neil Gaiman is plain freaky.

Sigh. I'm so sleepy. And I'm craving for a mud pie. Or a chocolate fondue. Haagen-Dazs would be nice, thanks for asking.

I love chocolate. I love shoes.
Gourmet Chocolate shoes? Matchmade in heaven.
**swooooon**

poop. tagged by the guru of poop.

okay. i have a nut for a friend. my friend has two nuts. which is besides the point. he tagged me for a really crappy, shitty post (literally!)

i think i'm gonna be one of his guest writers in his new book “Things To Do While in Pooping Mode” by Lucillus The New Age Poop Guru.

lets see;

first i like to poop in the comfort of my own toilet. obviously. who doesn't. but pooping isn't something you can control is it now? more often than not it decides to appear when you're at the mamak during a football game and 90% of the customers are male who go to the toilet and pee standing. and miss their aim terribly. lelaki kencing berdiri macam anjing kan?

sit down boys. its much better and cleaner.
ps. in case you're wondering. i wear socks indoors ALL the time.
my masseuse says my feet are very soft.

i like to read readers digest during pooping. its nice to know that you'll be learning while churning. they do indeed have decent articles such as 'health check: what your poop colour tells about your health' or maybe 'ten easy ways to quit smoking' or even 'can't control your fart? how to solve embarrassing health problems'.

Look! Quark Xtra! Seems like D has been learning while churning too.
And that other thing speaks for itself doesn't it?

The Ceiling: No. I dont stare at the ceiling when I poop. Why would I? Its not very interesting anyways. A single yellow down light. The worst enemy for make-up.

I haven't changed the bulb since I moved in. May happen soon.

D forever forgets to switch it off!

To the right:bathroom slippers that i never use.
Garbage can, overused.

To the right is also the door.
Which hangs D's Levi's and 7 and PaperDenimCloth.
He has gazillions of jeans. can't blame him. He wears them to work.

Behind me. Excuse the blurry shot.
(I'm suppose to be pooping here)

I have the Pandora's box in the toilet. Only its more of a cabinet. Everything you need is in there. Painkillers, toothbrushes ( we discard toothbrushes every month), hair wax -D, cotton buds, cotton pads, minyak angin - me, contact lenses solution -D, shaving cream -D, refills shower gel, shampoo, ponstan, lighters, shower caps, a gazillion facial products, scented candles, sanitary pads and i don't even know where they came from. On top of the Pandora is a bottle of sea shells i collected during my trip to South Africa in 2003. From the beach in Capetown. It was such a beautiful place. That purple thing mounting on the wall is a shaver. Mine. I bought it because it was so pretty! I hardly use it as I hardly have any hair growing on my legs and arms. Can't remembering ever shaving my legs. For the armpits, I have my pink Braun electric tweezer D gave to me. For elsewhere, I go to the salon. (Don't you go to the salon to do your hair?)

Close up. That's a Simpsonized version of D.

Cute. He wanted to throw it out. I took it and pasted it here. It's held by those magnets we bought in PhiPhi Islands during one of our island hopping trips during the honeymoon.

Another item from the honeymoon.

Actually i nicked this from our hotel room. It was soo pretty and I wanted it soo badly. I took both bottles. Shampoo and Foam Bath. Shampoo is downstairs, I think. That plastic thingy behind is my toiletry bag, since now flights have those no liquid on board ruling, I'm extra careful on how i pack my stuff. No spillage!

Washing hands after poop view.

So, dear Guru of Poop, as you can see, nothing interesting remotely happens while I'm pooping. And because of that, i need to create an interesting environment in my little pooping palace. And its not just a place to poop. Me and D do a gazillion of other stuff in here. Usually he takes his laptop and puts it on the bowl and we sit cross-legged on the carpet watching. Or me and my sister sit and talk. Or like the other day. It was kinda crammed. D on the bowl, me and N sitting on the floor. Oh, and that white frame on the top left hand corner is the shower screen. I don't like it in there. I don't like showers. D told me that he wants to get more carpets for the floor as we're always in the toilet for some reason and sometimes with someone else so we kinda have to sit on the cold floor. It's cool. Cos I dont allow smoking in my room as the air conditioning is switched on pretty much almost all the time.

Oh wise one Guru of Poop! Tell me when the book is out. I need the royalty to upgrade my pooping palace.

overdue. i owe it to you.

i wanna totally waste my time blogging today since they made me sit in an 8 hour meeting yesterday. i kid you not.

8 hours.

9.30am-7.00pm. how many hours is that?

9 hours kan? sigh. thats prolly more sleep than i get in a night. there's nothing i hate more than being stuck in a room with the a/c in full blast with 9 aging men with bad hair and bad teeth.
geez.

im gonna talk about my weekend. and i wanna paste it in my email and cc all those men in the meeting yesterday. NOT.

it started during D's birthday. his colleague actually got him a really decent gift. a little packet of herbal remedy. its been quite a while ever since me and D indulged in any herbal remedies. we decided to wait until the weekend to try it out.

Friday, D came home from work, mummy took us to dinner and then we had to cancel midnight movie plans as we were tired, full and feeling extremely lazy. we decided to try out some herbal remedy for natural healing. It was, as D slurred 'good shit'. Consequences soon followed. The usual.

The Night ended with me in the kitchen fixing us a cold cut meat sandwich.

Saturday, with the birthday BBQ invitations being sent out for the night, i had to get up early and tag mummy to get some last minute stuff. GAWD. my head seriously was heavy. the aftermath la ni. We had planned the menu the night before so it wasn't that hard shopping for stuff, thank god for that.

reached home. mummy left for a wedding while me and D were left with piles of stuff to be done. We worked for about two minutes then D decided he wanted to have a look at Trek bikes somewhere in cheras/kajang as recommended by some guys we met few days back.

I cant believe the prices of these bikes. like seriously. The dude, Khairi recommend that D buy Trek bikes since they were the best and Lance Armstrong uses them for all his races. Duh. I reminded D that Lance Armstrong also was diagnosed with prostate cancer using Trek Bikes. well, maybe not because of the bikes, but really, do you really wanna risk your balls. Even though you have two? The cheapest model costs like RM2200. Can you believe the bikes cost more than motorcycles and yet not insured? Sheesh.

Anyways, we're gonna go and buy the bike tonight! Then we can go cycling every night. or maybe every other night. or maybe once a week, at least. On our crusade for fitness. :)

The BBQ was awesome. You see;

14th Nov - D's birthday
19th Nov - my birthday
19th Nov - my parent's anniversary

so, the guest was a mix of people. mummy's workmates. my closest friends. few relatives. one neighbor. my Indonesian friends. D's family. we had it in our garden which was really nice. D's mama bought us a cake. i received birthday gifts, which made me a happy clam since technically, it wasn't even my birthday yet. N came much later, bearing a T-shirt which said 'KISS MY ASS'.

we yapped for a bit outside in the garden. the usual. then we continued in my bedroom. the guest were thinning out and D was helping cleaning up. didnt realize it was close to midnight when D came upstairs to join us. N was in the middle of relating one of her life's drama.

I told N to sleep over. D told N to sleep over. I gave N a spare toothbrush, a new yellow and gray striped panties and borrowed her my pink polka dot pajamas with the teddy bear on the front.

D moved into the guest room to give us some girlygirly time. Girls had some herbal remedy treatment. Yak yak yak yak yak. Snuggled in bed and watched License to Wed. Few minutes later, N was starving. We went downstairs. N gobbled some leftover pasta and I ate a slice of Chocolate Indulgence. And then went straight to bed. Model behavior.

I woke up early the next day. Well, if 9 is early. Flipped my eyes open and immediately went looking for D. Snuggled beside him back to sleep. N got up at 12. I already made lunch. She claimed she thought it was still early as the room was still dark. Yeah. My room is always dark if the blinds are pulled down. Kinda like a hotel, but even better. Cos it can go almost pitch black.

We were contemplating what to do for the day. I wanted to get my gift at LowYat. D wanted to take me to Habib to get gift. N said if we were going to LowYat, she wanted to pop by Pavilion for donuts. (Pop by is an understatement. Pop by doesn't include queuing for an entire lifetime). I didn't get the gift after all. I seriously doubt the life span and quality. Nevermind. I'll think of something better. We got N's birthday gift though. Something to complement her iPOD.

had dinner and then came home. was brushing my teeth when D called me. it was few minutes to midnight. almost my birthday.

Babe, what are doing in there?
mrushing mah ffefff..(brushing my teeth)
come out after that okay? I have your birthday gift here.
hmpeellyy?? (really?)

i opened the toilet door. and did a little dance. he laughed. i rinsed and sat on his lap. he teased me with the usual tell me how much you love me ritual as he always does before giving me what i want.

and then he slipped his hands in his pocket.... and took it out...and gave it to me.

yay!
yay!
yay!
yay!

i love you babes, love you. love you. love you.

my entire birthday was filled with birthday wishes from him. I think he wished me happy birthday 40 times. and every time it made me smile. :)

having said that, i believe this year i received other birthday gifts that marked milestones in my life.

1. having D in my life. what a blessing. the best gift ever. a new step in my life. nothing has changed yet so much has changed.

2. i've been driving since i was in my second year of uni. had my own car ever since. and now for the first time ever after all those years driving around my so-called owned car, i'm finally owning one. yeah, for real. the first time ever this year i'm starting to fork out my own money. funny, i always thought the first car i would be paying for would be a locally manufactured car. thank you mummy and papa for loaning all those cars all these years and letting me get away with pretending that I actually own them.


and since the Monday was my birthday & mummy and papa's anniversary, we all had a seafood dinner by the beach. we were almost done when it rained. i ran off with my coconut in my hand to save myself from getting soaked. ha ha.

i tried to imagine what it would be like if champagne in the east were served in coconut shells instead of champagne flute. people would struggle that's for sure. you'd need both hands. and risk looking like a monkey.

thank you everyone for making my birthday (and the days before that) beautiful.
thank you for all the well wishes.
thank you boss for posting my birthday wish on the web. cool la you.
thank you for all the gifts.
everybody rocks.

ps; call me a freak but there's always this trick i like to play on him everyday when he comes home. I'll find a spot and hide, usually behind the door. And wait for him to park, lock his car, take-off his shoes, keep his shoes, find his keys ...honestly this takes absolutely forever. Mummy usually gives me the low-down watching him from the armchair. then when he turns the key, walks in on my parents and greet them, I'll scream at him from behind the door. I love shocking him like that. Melatah ntah ape2 and me and mummy will keel with laughter. i stopped doing that when he started to figure it out. Last week, i put on a cardigan the same shade as my quilt and sat on the floor on my side of the bed. He walked in. Closed the door. Took off his shirt. I watched him. He still didnt realize that i was there. He sat on the computer table and started tapping away on his laptop. I stared at him from across the bed. Geez, he's so oblivious. He got up and put his watch away. He was now closer to me. I saw him glance under the bathroom door. Probably checking if the lights were on and whether I might be in the toilet. I sat there staring at him. He sat down again at the laptop table. Twenty minutes had passed. I was seriously getting fidgety. He tapped for a few minutes and then glanced at the toilet again. Without realizing I was there staring at him. From the toilet, turning his head towards the laptop, he did a double take. His eyes suddenly stopped at me. He must've suddenly realized. I stared at him not moving at all. Geez, i wish you could see the look on his face. He looked as though he was about to faint.

Another year

Its the birthday again. I'm a year older.

No worries. I feel younger everyday.

Happy Birthday to me.

I had a fabulous, fabulous weekend.

Will talk later, yeah? Got stuff on my desk and it doesn't look like its gonna magically disappear just cos its my birthday. Sigh.

Yesterday,

I've never seen anyone with a dozen JCO look glum.
It doesn't add up.

See? Those people queuing outside, now that is depressing.
Eat up, luv. We have another dozen here.