square one

felt like i haven't been on a holiday for quite a while now. sabah was in January. felt like ages ago. badly need this break. well, i badly need a break every other week. heh.

it was brother03 and D's first time over there. Was me and Mummy's 1,230,748 time. I think. Maybe. Lost track.

Just random pictures.













Pics from top left;-

D's friendly reminder one day before - Early morning flight - Lobby of Mecure, Hayam Wuruk - D multitasking at JKT airport - S & D @ Senayan Mall - Feri, Mummy, S, brother03 & brother05 @ Senayan after dinner - D attacking Krispy Kreme - S poser! - D's note after i left him to go last day shopping with Mummy - Wait for elevator - Gorgeous room @ Mecure Hayam Wuruk - brother05, brother03 & D @ Sukajadi, Bandung - brother05 poser! - D eats fish @ Paris Van Java - D sells bubbles at Jalan Riau - brother05 & D endorse fruit tea - brother03 and D wait for Mummy and me to finish shopping - DVD Pajakan - Mummy's stack (original. does not endorse piracy) - Sinful indulgence.

bursting

first things first.

i was summoned to attend a three day workshop somewhere in a morib (yawn!) -Friday, Saturday and Sunday. Dammit. all week waiting for the weekend and then forced to see the uncles at work's faces during the weekend too? my life is so over.

it was so sangap. like hell it was. told boss i dont think i can spend the night here since i have issues at home and have to go home pronto. i'll be back tomorrow, i promise. i didnt know what difference it would make anyways since i arrived home at 11 and was asleep when D came home from cycling and the next morning D left for his cycling trip before i even got up.

oh well, you could say i love my bed very very much and cramping up with a random colleague in a bedroom is a huge no-no for me. it was a beautiful room nonetheless. reminded me very very much of the hotel we stayed in during the honeymoon.

the following day, the program started at 8.30 and i only arrived at 12.30. i am absolutely positively sure that i did not miss anything much. or maybe nothing at all. it was a Saturday. sunburst. not that i was dying to go, but anywhere apart from here would be nice. a place where some event was going on would be even nicer.

D came over at around 7-ish and came inside the room. he was amazed by how nice the room was and why i refused to sleep there. My room mate had left and i was all alone.

why do good things happen to those who least deserve it?

like me, the most non-musically inclined person in the world gets free tickets to attend sunburst. i think i have the most under-used Ipod in the history of Ipod ownership.

We arrived in town around 9-ish. The concert started at 2pm. Twelve hour concert, 2pm-2am. Didn't feel like it yet. D said lets go dinner. I said yes. We had dinner in Taman Tun @ our favourite place where i never fail to burn my tongue. That night was no exception. Then we went to Mont Kiara.

We failed to secure a nice parking spot. In fact we failed to secure a parking spot at all. So teruk. Cars were lined up left and right. I really really dont feel like walking a mile.

Rase malas nak pergi pun ade jugak ni.
tu la. i pun macam malas nak pegi.
tak larat la nak jalan jauh2 ni. susah nak park pulak tu
id rather buy some DVDs and watch them in bed with you
same la. i pun rase camtu.
one more round kalau takde parking we go okay?
okay!!

then there it was. the perfect parking spot. just 50m away from the entrance. sigh. even while sideparking D asked me, wanna? u wanna go?

happy happy

the first thing we saw was one of those bouncing castle. We had a go at one of the games and i kicked D's ass bad. Haha. We fell head first, knees first and ass first. That loosened us up a bit. Discomafia was playing in one corner, John Legend in the next corner. Best ke John Legend?

fire eaters doing their thang

fire eater and mad man

Then after Mr. Legend wrapped up, everybody started running towards the stage - Incubus was up. Not that i know much of their songs. We managed to steal chairs from the Coffee Bean stall and dragged them towards the stage. I dont give two hoots if everyone is jumping or climbing on top of each other. I got the best seats and I'm not getting up. At all.

jauhnye. malas betul nak jalan.

happy sebab dapat deck chairs. watery eyes sebab ngantuk.

Okay. The most unforgettable part of my evening - the girls standing behind us. They were like the queen mother of all groupies. Like you wouldn't believe it. Or maybe they're normal and im the weird one cos Ive never been a die hard fan of anyone. Yeah, i think im the weird one. Cos i know another friend who stood smack in front of the stage since 7pm waiting for Incubus. I really hope she liked John Legend.

The groupies.

1#Brandon Something takes the stage
hey, the camera puts on 10 pounds. It so betul kan?
yeah.. sebab kat luar die macam tak kurus sangat kan?
gorgeous nyeeeeeeeeeee..

2#Mr Brandon's face get zoomed on the big screen.
OMG! OMG! OMG!
they sound as though they're about to cry.
scream again.

3# Mr Brandon flicks his hair
Korang korang dia ikat rambut!!
OMG! OMG!
he's tying his hair!!!!!!!
(for the record, mr brandon did not tie his hair)

4# MB takes off his shirt and then later takes off his singlet.
OMG! OMG! OMG!
scream scream scream die bukak baju!!!
OMG! he.just.took.off.his.shirt!!!!
one of them is panting and sounds faint.

yawwwn

5# Incubus ends the show
takkan dah habis???
OMG please jangan cakap dah habis!!!!!
YA ALLAH! YA ALLAH!.. takkan dah habis????
D rolls his eyes at me. Ya Allah ko kate?

6# Incubus does an encore
OMG!! like this is so berbaloi okay???
tu la.. like berbaloi gile!!
me and D stand up to leave. The girls are squatting on the grass with their head buried in their hands. Too much of a good thing is bad kot. I hope they're not weeping.

groupie alert behind us.

brandon boyd does a faizal tahir

*scream*gasp*faint*

Later we stand outside the car waiting for D to have his ciggie,

i feel so sorry sape yg bayar rm200 for that.
why?
i mean rm200 is better off spent of other stuff la!
are you deaf? tak dengar ke budak2 tadi tu cakap berbaloi gile babi bayar rm200?

Laughs.

oh well. i had a great time.
me too.

the next morning, got up at 7.40am, D drove me to the final day of the seminar and went cycling by the beach while waiting for me.

lonely biker

it's been a very very very tiring weekend. can't wait for Bandung/Jakarta on Thursday. Woot.

when it matters

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.

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.

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 blog

I 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..

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?"

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.

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.

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.

what has four legs, looks like a horse and has a colorful afro?