its sad the way you secretly envy me..

it was a week of self-indulgence. too much. too good.

eat in moderation

ever since D bought home those chunky cupcakes with layers of gourmet chocolate and cream cheese, Mummy has been a huge fan. Once he bought home 1 cupcake for me as to celebrate the completion of my puasa 6, Mummy remarked, "SATU JEK???"

LOL.

D and i planned to go cycling after dinner last nite. Then during dinner mummy told me she needed to go back to the office. apparently she left her briefcase on the tembok at the parking lot. The security guard was holding on to it for her and now she needed to go back and pick it up. and she wanted to go to the cupcake store.

i canceled with D and proceeded to tag mummy back to her office. then to the little shop for cupcakes. the cupcakes retail@6.50, chocolate bars@6.50, pasta@13.50 and ciabatta sandwiches@16.00.

i dont mind the prices. cos they're not ridiculously tiny sponge cakes with fancy toppings like some 'designer' ones. the cupcakes yesterday tasted more like sliced cake baked in a cup. huge cup. truly rich and delicious. vanilla sponge? what the hell is that?

i saw this really yummy chocolate bar. rocky road chocolate bar. marshmallows, almonds, jelly beans held together by amazing milk chocolate with a base of chewy coconut and chocolate. sinful. absolute sinful.

i ate half last nite and another half for breakfast this morning, thanks for asking. and no, i dont feel sick eating chocolate for breakfast. in fact, i've never felt healthier.

i also bought a raspberry and cream cheese cupcake, a peanut butter and chocolate cupcake and a dark chocolate with marshmallow topping cupcake. and a smoked salmon and cream cheese ciabatta sandwich and some pasta for D.

tragic end to a beautiful piece.

lunch today. i heart smoked salmon.

mummy on the other hand, went completely mad.
she started jabbing on the glass display.

"i want one of that, one of that and one of that. and then another one of that and two of that. and another one of that. and add another two of that"

geez.

she ended up with half a dozen cupcakes, lasagna, spaghetti, roast beef ciabatta sandwich and some other stuff. after starting her engine she said

"i should've bought another lasagna y'know?"

i gave my boss one cupcake since yesterday was her birthday and useless me almost forgot. chocolates kan, pompuan mane would say no.

i gave another cupcake to my PR Manager. His birthday was on Saturday. I forgot that too.
And he's a pompuan oso. Almost.

Another cupcake wasn't packed by the useless counter people. I came home, counted my cupcakes, saw one missing and whipped out the receipt and called them up.

Am expecting a cupcake when i get home. Thank you.

[10:34:23 AM] carrie bradshaw says: best ke?
[10:34:31 AM] carrie bradshaw says: is the pasta good or sucks
[10:34:35 AM] carrie bradshaw says: cos it looks yummy
[10:34:41 AM] roboto-san says: its ok ok only
[10:34:50 AM] roboto-san says: your pasta tastes waaaaaaay better

yes i know. he always says the right thing. even when its its not so right. like when i buy him gourmet pasta for lunch and he says 'its ok ok only'.

anyways. talking about food makes me hungry. sigh.

we had a great surprise this morning. i was struggling with my mascara, D was reading on the toilet seat when mummy called.

i got seats to go Hanoi. I booked for the kids. Korang nak ikut?
Hanoi?
kalau nak mummy book kan.
selain dari Hanoi takde ke tempat lain?
ade..ade phuket, krabi, bangkok....
bangkok la!
bangkok?
aah bangkok!
okay.

D yells from inside the toilet.

where are we going now?
bangkok. mummy dah book kan
bangkok?
yeah. one week. im excited.
bangkok?
bye. i'm late for work.
have you been to bangkok?
yeah like when i was three.
okay then. bangkok is good.

bangkok. maybe they have cupcakes with cockroach filling. or chocolate covered maggots.

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.