i was teenager when they decided we were loafing around too much and came up rakan muda.
i was a new driver when the prices of petrol escalated year after year.
i was a new driver when the price of toll started going up.
i was in varsity trying to memorize the concept of separation of powers when DSAI was sacked.
i was a blogger when they called bloggers liars and monkeys.
i was a mahasiswi when they called us 'mahasiswa lesu'.
i was beginning to think that i didnt have a say.
and then like many many others in my age group, i decided that this would be the year i would bother to vote.
and it paid off.
im proud to say that the first time i voted was the year history changed.
im glad to say that voices of the silent majority are finally heard.
“A huge majority of these voters – some 70 per cent – are from the 21 to 35 year age group”- MalaysiaToday.
"This generation will be remembered for standing up to a Goliath, and winning." - YB Hannah Yeoh.
Monday, March 10, 2008
Thursday, March 06, 2008
timely change
one of the signs that you're getting old is that you recognize some of the faces on the election campaign billboards as someone you went to school with.
i saw her face on the billboard. she did seem vaguely familiar. it was only i saw her in her DAP t-shirt with her full name emblazoned that i realized, yes, i did go to school with her. waaaayy..waayyy back in the late 1980s. She was always the over-achiever anyways. Student leader, academic achiever.
i saw her face on the billboard. she did seem vaguely familiar. it was only i saw her in her DAP t-shirt with her full name emblazoned that i realized, yes, i did go to school with her. waaaayy..waayyy back in the late 1980s. She was always the over-achiever anyways. Student leader, academic achiever.
wow. i can't hold even one committee together and she's running for the election. im impressed. some people really do walk the talk.
"Last night, I was given the honour to introduce myself at Parti Keadilan Rakyat's ceramah in SS19. I saw some familiar faces in the crowd. As a young child I used to live only a few blocks away from the ceramah venue. The highlight for me was when Datuk Seri Anwar Ibrahim called me up on stage to stand next to him. The spotlight was on and I could see a throng of crowd before me and the Malaysian flag flying behind me. I realised then that I was born for such a time as this! I could see my dad in the crowd. I saw my neighbours there, my colleagues, my schoolmates from SMK Subang Utama and I know they believe in this cause. Someone said to me "The wind of change is blowing strong". I agree."
-taken from her blogI am caught up with this election thing.
It up to you really to actually give a damn. I am appalled by the people I personally know who are completely completely ignorant by the all these on-goings.
1. i have no interest in politics-lah. malas.
2. siapa ya bertanding kat area my house pun i tak sure.
3. ala.. takde beza pun sape yang menang.
4. ingat opposition boleh menang ke? ape laaa..
It up to you really to actually give a damn. I am appalled by the people I personally know who are completely completely ignorant by the all these on-goings.
1. i have no interest in politics-lah. malas.
2. siapa ya bertanding kat area my house pun i tak sure.
3. ala.. takde beza pun sape yang menang.
4. ingat opposition boleh menang ke? ape laaa..
geez. since when it is none of your business? it's everybody's business. aren't you directly affected by the price hike? aren't you affected by who represents you? of course you're not interested. unless you get molested/robbed/kidnapped near your house and your wakil rakyat refuses to do anything cause he's at a golf tournament or whatever. you don't care cos you think that price hike is almost like second to nature. it happens and theres nothing you can do about it.
doesn't it annoy you that here you are putting in all the hours at your shitty cubicle while someone your age owns like ten cars and has tonnes of money cos he's in politics? (i'll maintain the fact the he is good looking though.)
no one told me being a politician was a lucrative profession. besar ke gaji?
having said that, im still trying to coerce D into voting. He refuses to budge. At all. Sigh.
The house is divided. There's my mom, the biggest fan of rockybru and marina. There's me trailing right after her. Although im a fan of DSAI's blog while she isn't. And there's my sister the young voter who's well, basically listens to whichever we can make most sense out of.
And then there's papa. Who is really chummy with our current YB but for whatever principle refuses to vote at all. At all. He received an SMS from YB's aide few nights back wanting to meet up. Thing is, he was stuck at home with gout, couldn't walk much.
"S, tolong text bagitahu papa sakit, takleh jalan. minta maaf tak boleh hadir"
"ala..tak payahla. biar je la"
"eh janganla. nanti die ingat papa anti party die"
"huh? tapi papa bukan support party pun, undi pun taknak"
"ye laaaa.. tapi taknak laa tunjuk kita ni anti mane2."
*roll eyes*
D made the mistake of asking papa who he was voting for. papa told him he wasn't. D probed again asking why. Papa went into this whole 'why i don't vote' talk. Result: D refuses to vote.
"Babe you have to vote, common. Its like, our say. Like once every 4 years"
"Ish taknak la.. papa said yaddayaddayadda..blablablabla"
Thing is, papa wont care much if the price hikes, life gets more expensive, no bonuses or whatsoever. He is not one to whine and complain. Unlike erm, some people.
Yesterday i received one of those very formal important letters. You know the one with 'jika tidak sampai sila kembalikan..bla.. bla..'. I thought it was bad news. Come to think of it, letters like that are always bad news. Unpaid bills, student loans, summons..you know?
It was a letter signed by the PM.
"terima kasih kerana sokongan anda selama 4 tahun....."
what? i didnt even vote in the previous election.
whatever-lah.
yesterday we left the bedroom door ajar for like two minutes and the cat shat on our bed. My 700 bucks, 400 thread count, HallMark sheets. (Sale 50% reduced. Heh.) Gile bengang. D did all the cleaning up and I hair dried the mattress after scrubbing it. Foul mood.
"erm babe, i saw this DIY laundry. maybe we get it done tonite, right away"
"DIY laundry?"
"Yeah, kinda like the ones.."
..dalam movies!!!"
makes a face. "no! i was gonna say, kinda like the ones i use to go to when we were staying in UK"
"Ooo.. hehe. tapi macam dlm movies kan?"
doesn't it annoy you that here you are putting in all the hours at your shitty cubicle while someone your age owns like ten cars and has tonnes of money cos he's in politics? (i'll maintain the fact the he is good looking though.)
no one told me being a politician was a lucrative profession. besar ke gaji?
having said that, im still trying to coerce D into voting. He refuses to budge. At all. Sigh.
The house is divided. There's my mom, the biggest fan of rockybru and marina. There's me trailing right after her. Although im a fan of DSAI's blog while she isn't. And there's my sister the young voter who's well, basically listens to whichever we can make most sense out of.
And then there's papa. Who is really chummy with our current YB but for whatever principle refuses to vote at all. At all. He received an SMS from YB's aide few nights back wanting to meet up. Thing is, he was stuck at home with gout, couldn't walk much.
"S, tolong text bagitahu papa sakit, takleh jalan. minta maaf tak boleh hadir"
"ala..tak payahla. biar je la"
"eh janganla. nanti die ingat papa anti party die"
"huh? tapi papa bukan support party pun, undi pun taknak"
"ye laaaa.. tapi taknak laa tunjuk kita ni anti mane2."
*roll eyes*
D made the mistake of asking papa who he was voting for. papa told him he wasn't. D probed again asking why. Papa went into this whole 'why i don't vote' talk. Result: D refuses to vote.
"Babe you have to vote, common. Its like, our say. Like once every 4 years"
"Ish taknak la.. papa said yaddayaddayadda..blablablabla"
Thing is, papa wont care much if the price hikes, life gets more expensive, no bonuses or whatsoever. He is not one to whine and complain. Unlike erm, some people.
Yesterday i received one of those very formal important letters. You know the one with 'jika tidak sampai sila kembalikan..bla.. bla..'. I thought it was bad news. Come to think of it, letters like that are always bad news. Unpaid bills, student loans, summons..you know?
It was a letter signed by the PM.
"terima kasih kerana sokongan anda selama 4 tahun....."
what? i didnt even vote in the previous election.
whatever-lah.
yesterday we left the bedroom door ajar for like two minutes and the cat shat on our bed. My 700 bucks, 400 thread count, HallMark sheets. (Sale 50% reduced. Heh.) Gile bengang. D did all the cleaning up and I hair dried the mattress after scrubbing it. Foul mood.
"erm babe, i saw this DIY laundry. maybe we get it done tonite, right away"
"DIY laundry?"
"Yeah, kinda like the ones.."
..dalam movies!!!"
makes a face. "no! i was gonna say, kinda like the ones i use to go to when we were staying in UK"
"Ooo.. hehe. tapi macam dlm movies kan?"
Captain Clean to the rescue.
He's thinking josh harnett in 40days and 40 nights. Probably.
While waiting for the dryer we had samuri satay. wa-hey. I could do the laundry every other night. We had 15 sticks of chicken and 5 beef. 20 sticks. Three were left. If we ask the abang to pack it, he'd seriously scoff at us. I told D to close his eyes and gobble it down. He tried but couldnt manage the last one. Come to think of it we shouldve packed the three sticks. What do we do with one stick? Dang. Decisions decisions.
Went back to the launderette. Clothes and quilt were A-okay. Happy clam.
Tuesday, March 04, 2008
Slob
i went to see A on friday night and she copied for me chocolatier. big big mistake. remember what happened the last time she gave me diner dash. no shower, no chores, no daylight. play, play play. bad girl.
i got home and installed it on my laptop. then D installed it on his laptop. we ended up canceling Friday movie night. we werent that into the game yet, instead we were catching up on the rest of prison break season 3 (A's fault also).
the next morning, we had plans.
we wanted to go meet friends
we wanted to buy groceries
we wanted to catch a movie
we wanted to buy dvds.
yeah, right.
i woke up. made breakfast, made his coffee.
the went upstairs.
he was playing chocolatier on his laptop on his desk.
i played chocolatier on my laptop in bed.
we played and played and played.
his brother03 came over for a while to pick up something for his little gig later that night. we took a drive with him and his gf. D tak mandi. S pun tak mandi.
fifteen minutes later, back on the game. play play play play play play play.
how can we stop now when world domination is at stake.
D remarked, "seriously babe, i tak pernah tengok you selekeh macam ni"
Duh. talk to the mirror la wei.
i got home and installed it on my laptop. then D installed it on his laptop. we ended up canceling Friday movie night. we werent that into the game yet, instead we were catching up on the rest of prison break season 3 (A's fault also).
the next morning, we had plans.
we wanted to go meet friends
we wanted to buy groceries
we wanted to catch a movie
we wanted to buy dvds.
yeah, right.
i woke up. made breakfast, made his coffee.
the went upstairs.
he was playing chocolatier on his laptop on his desk.
i played chocolatier on my laptop in bed.
we played and played and played.
his brother03 came over for a while to pick up something for his little gig later that night. we took a drive with him and his gf. D tak mandi. S pun tak mandi.
fifteen minutes later, back on the game. play play play play play play play.
how can we stop now when world domination is at stake.
D remarked, "seriously babe, i tak pernah tengok you selekeh macam ni"
Duh. talk to the mirror la wei.
We finally cleaned up around maghrib. We were going out to support D's brother spinning at Palate Palette. I can't muster enough excitement to nod my head to the sounds of drum and bass or whatever. I have no interest. At all. Not like those days.
Palate Palette is like a cute little dining place. Its kind of trendy and some younger crowds i think, may mistake it for a fine dining place. Ape la. Takkanla tempat fine dining ade drum and bass memekak2 kat atas. Ish. (But then again i had a friend yang ingat Chilis & TGI tu fine dining, so i guess fine is different for everyone.) There were young couples with their girlfriends nibbling oh-so-politely and wearing fancy off shoulder dresses and stilettos and rambut blow dry and bling blings. wah. i hope you aren't disappointed. Palate Palette has stacks of Board Games for patrons to have fun. Aiyoh, no way im getting dressed for a dinner when the next table is playing monopoly.
Anyways.
The party was on the upper floor and you had to fill in this form to be on the mailing list before you joined the partay upstairs. The form required you to fill in your name, email address, phone number and there were 5 check-boxes which you had to tick and indicate which one was your preference of music. 5 types of drum and bass. like i know even one. How do you tell the difference from these 5 types of drum and bass. I'm not filling in something i know nuts about. I handed the form back to red dress chick.
"Um, miss..you have to complete the form" shoves the clipboard under my nose.
"I have." not taking the clipboard from her.
"Yeah but you see, you have to tick one of the boxes here" right at my face. I'm not blind!
"I'm not interested in any of them"
"Oh. Hmmm. well, maybe you can write down any other recommendations you might have?"
"Urm, no. I don't really like music. Im just here to support my brother"
"Oh. oh." You better shut your mouth. Masuk lalat nanti.
I went upstairs, found the most comfortable sofa in the world and sat on it with my sister02. Its like the best sofa ever. I'm never getting up. I told D, ' i dont care if people start prancing around. I'm not getting up from here. I belong here'
How true kan? I sat there and said hi to a few people while sitting down until D said it was time to go. Sad to leave the sofa behind. Happy to grab some dim sum at midnight.
spot the odd two out.
Palate Palette is like a cute little dining place. Its kind of trendy and some younger crowds i think, may mistake it for a fine dining place. Ape la. Takkanla tempat fine dining ade drum and bass memekak2 kat atas. Ish. (But then again i had a friend yang ingat Chilis & TGI tu fine dining, so i guess fine is different for everyone.) There were young couples with their girlfriends nibbling oh-so-politely and wearing fancy off shoulder dresses and stilettos and rambut blow dry and bling blings. wah. i hope you aren't disappointed. Palate Palette has stacks of Board Games for patrons to have fun. Aiyoh, no way im getting dressed for a dinner when the next table is playing monopoly.
Anyways.
The party was on the upper floor and you had to fill in this form to be on the mailing list before you joined the partay upstairs. The form required you to fill in your name, email address, phone number and there were 5 check-boxes which you had to tick and indicate which one was your preference of music. 5 types of drum and bass. like i know even one. How do you tell the difference from these 5 types of drum and bass. I'm not filling in something i know nuts about. I handed the form back to red dress chick.
"Um, miss..you have to complete the form" shoves the clipboard under my nose.
"I have." not taking the clipboard from her.
"Yeah but you see, you have to tick one of the boxes here" right at my face. I'm not blind!
"I'm not interested in any of them"
"Oh. Hmmm. well, maybe you can write down any other recommendations you might have?"
"Urm, no. I don't really like music. Im just here to support my brother"
"Oh. oh." You better shut your mouth. Masuk lalat nanti.
I went upstairs, found the most comfortable sofa in the world and sat on it with my sister02. Its like the best sofa ever. I'm never getting up. I told D, ' i dont care if people start prancing around. I'm not getting up from here. I belong here'
How true kan? I sat there and said hi to a few people while sitting down until D said it was time to go. Sad to leave the sofa behind. Happy to grab some dim sum at midnight.
spot the odd two out.
what has four legs, looks like a horse and has a colorful afro?
Friday, February 29, 2008
food
like two weeks back mummy had a date with her former uitm friends. me and D had other plans for lunch. she left and we were still getting ready to go out to i dunnowhere. suddenly she calls me up and tell me, "come here!! we're at the club. you have to meet my friend's husband. uncle ni executive chef baru balik dari switzerland and you really should listen to his stories!!"
huh?
come! come! we're at the club. have lunch here with us. i have a chef friend here.
chef?
yes. you're gonna love his stories
what difference does it make right? i still can't change my job.
sigh. well..of course you can't but...just come la!
well we went. he was there. like anthony bourdain you know? salt and pepper grey hair. funky shirt and jeans. chain smoker. i clung to every word. like i was in awe. i've never known anyone who's a real life chef. i was impressed.
and he was impressed cos i know my guacamole recipes, i know my roux method, i know my capers from my gherkins and all stuff that i thought wasn't that important anyways. and then he invited us over for dinner like at his house. as in he was gonna cook for us. woot woot.
i squealed in delight when later that week mummy confirmed the dinner party.
he served us with piping hot minestrone soup which was super yummy! absolutely yummeh! served with garlic bread and potato croquettes and a superb caeser with walnuts and croûtons. was almost bloated with starters when he presented the mains.
sizzling lamb chops with tomato salsa.
grilled chicken in black pepper sauce.
fillet in white sauce with toasted almonds.
pasta in olive oil.
ive died and gone to food heaven. i had five pieces of lamb chop before slinking down in my chair. buruk betul perangai. D stopped at the salad. rugi je kan? now you know who not take for the buffet deals.
his house was very close to uptown. we left the party cos we had a midnight movie booked to watch vantage point.
as if.
with a belly full of red meat trying hard to break down, watching a movie was not the best option. D told me from the start that he was sleepy and i shushed him and told him to just watch it. by the fourth flashback, my eyelids were super super heavy and put my head on D's shoulder to doze off. there was no way he could see that i was asleep in that position. hopefully. he hates it when i fall asleep in the movies.
then suddenly..
babe! nudge nudge
huh?
babe! babe! nudge
shhh..you're snoring!!!
oops. erm. i wasnt actually sleeping you know. i was er....
sokay. i think i slept way before you did.
conclusion = meat not good for concentration.
actually the day before me and Y and A went to binge at Fridays. We had this piece of what look like a small piece of steak and then i almost went blue trying to finish that so-called small piece. watch jumper after that and i fell asleep. tapi tak snore la.
Anyways, yesterday his wife called mummy. i was right in front of mummy. then mummy passed the phone to me. she asked me whether i was interested in joining his cooking classes. hell, yeah im interested. i asked for the menu first, though. no offense but i don't wanna learn something i already know or mummy has already been to the classes before.
turns out the menu is all new and stuff that really badly want to learn. among them being seafood cocktail. like, wow. this is one class im gonna pass with flying colors. happy clam.
when im good you are all invited for my dinner party okay?
talk about dinner parties. i threw an intimate one yesterday for two of my dear girls. i had a really nice time setting the table in the garden, lighting the candles, folding the napkins. i used the pashmina Mummy got from India as the table cloth. :P Heh.
I cooked them a nice meal (nice okay?) that was pre-approved by them earlier in the week so i had time to shop for stuff. the three of us girls sat for hours through the meal and then they wanted to see my photo album. and then i had to endure another round of watching my wedding video which absolutely makes me cringe. note: have a professional photographer not a professional videographer. unlike photos, video cannot be edited to make your teeth whiter, acne lesser, the people you don't want to be seen disappear from the video, the squeaky voice, the pissed face before the fake smile, yadda yadda yadda.
and the bestest part?
huh?
come! come! we're at the club. have lunch here with us. i have a chef friend here.
chef?
yes. you're gonna love his stories
what difference does it make right? i still can't change my job.
sigh. well..of course you can't but...just come la!
well we went. he was there. like anthony bourdain you know? salt and pepper grey hair. funky shirt and jeans. chain smoker. i clung to every word. like i was in awe. i've never known anyone who's a real life chef. i was impressed.
and he was impressed cos i know my guacamole recipes, i know my roux method, i know my capers from my gherkins and all stuff that i thought wasn't that important anyways. and then he invited us over for dinner like at his house. as in he was gonna cook for us. woot woot.
i squealed in delight when later that week mummy confirmed the dinner party.
he served us with piping hot minestrone soup which was super yummy! absolutely yummeh! served with garlic bread and potato croquettes and a superb caeser with walnuts and croûtons. was almost bloated with starters when he presented the mains.
sizzling lamb chops with tomato salsa.
grilled chicken in black pepper sauce.
fillet in white sauce with toasted almonds.
pasta in olive oil.
ive died and gone to food heaven. i had five pieces of lamb chop before slinking down in my chair. buruk betul perangai. D stopped at the salad. rugi je kan? now you know who not take for the buffet deals.
his house was very close to uptown. we left the party cos we had a midnight movie booked to watch vantage point.
as if.
with a belly full of red meat trying hard to break down, watching a movie was not the best option. D told me from the start that he was sleepy and i shushed him and told him to just watch it. by the fourth flashback, my eyelids were super super heavy and put my head on D's shoulder to doze off. there was no way he could see that i was asleep in that position. hopefully. he hates it when i fall asleep in the movies.
then suddenly..
babe! nudge nudge
huh?
babe! babe! nudge
shhh..you're snoring!!!
oops. erm. i wasnt actually sleeping you know. i was er....
sokay. i think i slept way before you did.
conclusion = meat not good for concentration.
actually the day before me and Y and A went to binge at Fridays. We had this piece of what look like a small piece of steak and then i almost went blue trying to finish that so-called small piece. watch jumper after that and i fell asleep. tapi tak snore la.
Anyways, yesterday his wife called mummy. i was right in front of mummy. then mummy passed the phone to me. she asked me whether i was interested in joining his cooking classes. hell, yeah im interested. i asked for the menu first, though. no offense but i don't wanna learn something i already know or mummy has already been to the classes before.
turns out the menu is all new and stuff that really badly want to learn. among them being seafood cocktail. like, wow. this is one class im gonna pass with flying colors. happy clam.
when im good you are all invited for my dinner party okay?
talk about dinner parties. i threw an intimate one yesterday for two of my dear girls. i had a really nice time setting the table in the garden, lighting the candles, folding the napkins. i used the pashmina Mummy got from India as the table cloth. :P Heh.
I cooked them a nice meal (nice okay?) that was pre-approved by them earlier in the week so i had time to shop for stuff. the three of us girls sat for hours through the meal and then they wanted to see my photo album. and then i had to endure another round of watching my wedding video which absolutely makes me cringe. note: have a professional photographer not a professional videographer. unlike photos, video cannot be edited to make your teeth whiter, acne lesser, the people you don't want to be seen disappear from the video, the squeaky voice, the pissed face before the fake smile, yadda yadda yadda.
and the bestest part?
D did all the cleaning up.
have a good weekend peeps. and remember, dont eat meat before a movie.
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
vote. because you can.
KJ mencari Duyung
The country runs better with a good looking man in the White House. I mean, look what happened with Nixon; no one wanted to fuck him, so he fucked everyone. - Samantha Jones from Sex in The CityYes, i'm kidding.
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