attempt

am blogging from a family day meeting right now using my e71. im so bored i started messing around and voila! can blog from phone. Sorry if huruf besar and kecik tunggang terbalik, remeh nak change uppercase and all.

We're discussing the family day. Tough planning something when im not gonna part of it. I sent it my resignation yesterday .. okay. This is hard. Will blog later.

Solitude

Love takes time,
To heal when the hurt is so much.

Begging/Borrow or will steal

I have officially ran out of things to watch. Even going to the faithful DVD dude in uptown and mines where we have been faithful customers have rendered me nothing at all. Flip, flip, flip but there is nothing that i haven't watched and nothing that I want to watch. Jeez.

How low can I go? Well, i even asked both places whether they have Notting Hill. I want to watch Notting Hill again. Does anyone have Notting Hill on dvd? Can we share/borrow/trade?

I have umm...
Gossip Girl Season 1
Brothers and Sisters Season 1&2
Failure to Launch - I've seen it in cinemas and bought the DVD.
Because I said so - totally awesome. chick flick at its best
Prime - Uma Thurman goes pedophile.
Good Luck Chuck - Good but I hate Jessica Alba.
Just my Luck - Lindsay Lohan, great as always.
Awake - Again, Jessica Alba sucks.
The Love Guru - Have I told you how much Jessica Alba sucks?
Wedding Daze- Too cute
Wedding Date - Cute, too.
License to Wed - Mandy Moore is the bestest. She was awesome in How to Deal and still is.
Nanny Diaries - I love anything with New York.
27 Dresses - Okayla.
Knocked Up - Loved it. Seth Rogan/Leslie Mann/Jonah Hill/Paul Rudd are totally totally awesome!
40 year 0ld virgin - Again Seth Rogan/Leslie Mann/Paul Rudd are awesome beyond words.
Be Kind, Rewind - Biasa sahaja. Jack Black use to be the love of my life. Now it's Seth Rogan.
Forgetting Sarah Marshall - Jonah Hill is awesome. Again.
P.S I love you - SANGAP beyond words. I watched it 7 times and fell asleep. I gave up.
Over her dead body - Stereotypical Eva Longoria. No fun.
Run Fatboy Run - So funny. The kid is super cute.

Okay. I cannot remember anymore. But i have tonnes of chick flicks. D has tonnes of boring movies with covers that don't appeal. We'll swap with you. Cause I'm bored. And I need to be productive.

Oh and before I forget. My latest favourite movie. Totally, totally, smashing.

St Trinians.

Dark, twisted and loads of fun.

The cast stated that there was a Rupert Everett. I waited and waited for ages. Then there he was. As a woman!! Priceless.

Its a British film. But somehow in between got Mischa Barton.

I keep playing the school song at the end. (It's by Girls Aloud. I have a thing for British Girl Groups. Spice Girls, Atomic Kitten, All Saints, Eternal. Especially Atomic Kitten)

We can’t fake the way we feel
We were born to keep it real
Hockey sticks and balls of steel
We are St Trinian’s

You bite us, we’ll bite you back
Better be scared when we attack
Feel the fear, we’re maniacs
St Trinian’s

Check out our battle cry
A song to terrify
No one can stand in our way

We are the best, so screw the rest
We do as we damn well please
Until the end
St Trinian’s
Defenders of anarchy
ST TRINIAN’S!

Eh, don't judge me by the movies I watch or the music I listen to okay? I'm not odd. My sister's favourite movie is Superbad. See? We're equal.

Superbad.
HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA.
So funny.
McLovin.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA.

Clown

Couple of months back when I landed a new job, we moved. We rented a studio apartment, five minutes from my new office. Interestingly enough, most of our neighbors are from the Middle East. (Not to be mean, but when people come from country where socializing is discouraged and women don’t leave the house unattended, we are faced with people who can’t care less about other people.) Fortunately or unfortunately depending on how you look at it, we manage to get a unit on the ground floor, three steps away from the big blue pool and almost in the playground.

Problem is, beruk upstairs have a knack of throwing things down. Tissues/ tobacco/atm receipts/random bits of paper and the favorite is cotton buds. Cam sial.

Then it happened. As if having screaming kids out your door isn’t bad enough to drive me insane, the kids were screaming at my gates. I peered out the sliding door. I saw balloon being thrown from above, not sure which floor though. The balloon would drop down from the sky every two to three minutes and the excited kids would scream and scream for more.

One day. Two days. Three days. When it came to one week, I began to wonder, which idiot was this causing me to suffer my tv nights? Which floor is this?

I told my sister “saya rasa kan, ada clown la kat atas.” she started to laugh. No really, I really think there’s a clown up there. Tell me, who would have such a huge collection of that long balloon types that usually are sculptured by clowns. And throwing down every night?? Gile, get a life la wei.

One night the balloon fell into my garden. I opened the curtains and peered.

“Excuse me, please give me!” those middle eastern kids at it again. I opened the curtains wide, grabbed the balloon and took one look at those pleading faces and went inside snapping the curtains shut taking the balloon inside with me.

D and my sister started laughing. Hahahahah. Padan muka.

Okay. Two seconds later I felt a little guilty. I went back outside and saw them still out there. I searched for the least irritating face among them and gave it to her.

“Take. But no scream! Noise. I don’t like!! No scream okay??”

A bunch of nodding heads bobbing up and down. Ye la tu. Like I would believe the five year olds.

The following day same thing. SAME THING! Can you believe it? I thought we had an agreement. Annoying gile okay. D went outside. He started growling at the kids.

“Babe, what are you doing? You sound like a fierce dog.”

“Ni ha..budak-budak ni. Geram la. ”

Of course la kan kena ignore lagi. Like they care or not whether I am able to watch Dirty Sexy Money in peace.

The breaking point was last Friday. Me and sister02 were already dealing with shit when the kids were at it again. At 6pm. Seriously. We walked into the playground and stared upwards. We waited to see where the balloons came from. It was the 9th floor. Unit directly above us. Worst thing was one the balloons got stuck on our window frame and some idiotic fat kid was throwing stones and pebbles in hopes that the balloon would magically dislodge itself and magically float into his fat arms.

I walked to the security guard nearby. I complained.

“Siapa yang baling balloon itu ha??”

”Tingkat 9. Ade badut”

”Badut!!!!!!!!?????”

I couldn’t believe it. There was a real live clown. I was right. I called out to my sister. I told the security to tell her. He did. My sister started to burst out laughing. But really, it was kinda funny. A clown! I got worked up over a clown!

I didn’t see the humor at that time though. I complained to the security the anguish these kids were putting me through. He talked to another member of security. We went up to the 9th floor.

A skinny Chinese guy wearing only boxer shorts answered. He had a shark tooth tied around his neck.

I complained. I told him what happens each time he throws the balloons. And what happens when he doesn’t. He apologized and promised no more balloons. Then I asked him,

“Eh, you clown ka?”

“Ya,ya saya clown”

Hmm.

On the way down, the security asks how come I don’t know the clown. I said I have no kids therefore I see no purpose of the presence of clowns in my life. Unless its Ronald McDonalds. According to him, this is one of the famous clowns and semorang kat KL kenal sama ini badut.

The whole night the kids were at it;

“PLEEEEASE THROWWW BAAAALLOOOOOOONNSSS!!”

No balloons. Hahaha.

Saturday morning, nice and quite. I woke up early. Went outside and took a deep breath. This is nice. Nice and peaceful. Few kids were at the playground playing quietly outside. The suddenly I saw him. The clown! He was in full suit and makeup! Wig and red nose! He was walking quickly across the playground making funny faces at the kids.

I started calling to sister02 excitedly;

"Cepat-cepat!!! Tengokla ni!! Clown semalam tu!!!!! Cepat!! Dia bawak suitcase, saya rasa die nak gi kerje!!”

The kids were excited. Me and sister02 starting pointing excitedly.

Then D’s voice came from the bedroom.

“Kenapa korang pulaaaaak yang excited ni tengok clown niiii..????”

Eii.. so sibuk.

But now as least it’s nice and quite.

Yay.

Oh you know who else lives in my building? That dude from Akademi Fantasia. Yeah the eligible bachelor one.

Yup.

Add D with his bike and we have a circus.

i miss you very much

i miss blogging. more than i miss you. but work at this new place is overwhelming. things that have to done and have to done like right now. can't steal time in between to blog. plus the open concept and all. why everyone want to be like DiGi lah?

happy ramadhan kareem to all. and like the say on flyfm, dont cheat.

mummy has been reminding me to buy fabrics to send the tailor. send. send. send. and like the degil child that i am, i procrastinate, procrastinate, procrastinate. so finally, last Saturday me and sister02 went hunting around KL and the likes for fabrics. so much fun, so little time. so much to buy, so little money. first to midvalley for laura mercier, then to explore what exactly is the fuss about jalan kenanga all about. best la. feels like you step into mangga dua or bangkok. or something. except 90% of the shops were closed. hmph.

then we went to jalan tar/masjid india and all the jalan-jalan wajib for beraya. first time okay without the mummy. manage to get the whole theme color and felt very happy indeed. it was time to send. i already told my tailor to reserve 5 spots for us. that i would be bringing the kain soon.

so sunday afternoon we went to her house. it was raining. she answered the door and called out to us.

"baju laya talak amik lagi wo!"

excuse me, but we're standing in the rain here. could you like let us in and allow us to negotiate further inside? i mean, its easier to go down on your knees inside a house. she let us in.

i thought i told you to reserve space for my clothes? tapi sulak lambat woo! tapi haritu kan dah cakap suruh tunggu. you manyak lambat la!! repeat for about half an hour, same script, same cast.

she took one 1/5. so only 1/5 je la yang ade baju raya ni? fine. this is bad. i'm pushing the panic button. apparently a baju melayu is tedious and much harder to sew than the baju kurung. crap la.

time for plan b.

sister02 says we should go to pkns and just ask. no point in the delay. i mean this being the first day of puasa and all, probably still early to some people. and then look for areas nearby pkns.

fine.

am feeling so blank at the moment, any suggestion is better than none. so we go. near PKNS is the pasar ramadhan. its crowded. people are fighting for parking space. swearing is so me. we manage to fight the pasar ramadhan crowd and make our way asking shop after shop. we seriously look pathethic lugging the gulati's carrier bag in and out of shops. nobody thinks this is still early. one idiot even had the nerve to laugh and say "mane ade tempat yang ambik lagi dah kak!". You are so not helping tau. Those demoralizing words make me feel hopeless than I already am.

sister02 laughs and says 'ala...takpelah..nanti awak carila mane2..takpun suruh die pakai baju tahun lepas. saya tengok takde pun org lelaki tukar baju melayu tiap2 tahun. over la diorang ni. dah la sampin pun nak baru tiap2 tahun'. hmm.true. gi semayang jumaat pun jarang2. but easy for her to say la. baju dia dah settle. benci tau.

thing is with my brothers, they need a new pair every year. and they want it to be omar ali. which reminds me, yesterday my brother told me that his friend's mom owns the omar ali in alamanda. i called my brother,

"ey, kawan awk cakap yang boleh hantar kat omar ali tu bile?"
"smlm tghari saya chat ngan die"
"die cakap boleh ke? confirm?"
"ye la. die cakap hantar cepat sikit"
"bak sini nombor kawan awk tu"
"mane ade nombor. chat la"
"name kawan awak tu sape?"
pause.
"cepatla. sape name die"
"nina"
patutla diam. pompuan rupenya.

i google omar ali putrajaya and call. its the fax. which always happens when i make phone calls. how typical. i call the wisma yakin branch.

"kak, nak tempah baju melayu boleh tak?"
"dah tutup la dik"
damn.
"erm, kalau kat alamanda?"
"alamanda dah lama dah tutup"

shoot. the wall is closing in. im suffocating. this is bad.

worst case scenario
1. the boys (D, brothers and Papa) don't get a baju raya. kain raya yes, baju, no.
2. mummy is so gonna go " I TOLD YOU SO!!!"
3. the family photo is out. macam2 colour jadi nya.
4. sister02 is gonna go mad. she is wearing a color she's not a fan of just so it's part of the theme.
5. can't think of anything worse.

i look at sister02. i think i look pretty panicked.

g:saya rase kan we should go to MPH and buy 'MENJAHIT BAJU MELAYU FOR DUMMIES'.
s:hahahahha.
g:ye la. boleh la saya ingat. saya potong2 pola pastu awk jahit. kite belila mesin jahit singer yang murah2 tu. nanti tiap2 malam lepas balik kerja awak jahit. lepas buka puasa nanti sambung balik.
s: gile la ko ni. nanti pakai2 pagi raya senget sane sini. tgok2 baju short sleeve la hape semua.
g: saya ingat nak buat utk brother03 baju melayu sleeveless (they are forever fighting)
s: hah? sleeveless?
g: aah. biar cam pendekar sikit. pastu saya bagi die keris. then pakai la vest. huiyoo.

we go home. its an hour to break fast time.

i go home and tell D of my predicament. he calls his mom. no good news, instead he's being interrogated what I'm preparing for buka puasa.

i bet you can tell what i prayed for during maghrib. its almost 8 and i sit and bug sister02. about a squillion times of "cemana ni, cemana ni?"

D calls out to me i tanye kawan i nak? i start to laugh. kawan you tau ke? he shoots me an annoyed look. kawan i lagi banyak dah kawin dari kawan you okay? fine. you can ask if you want. while he's asking the people in his phonebook, i take my cell phone into the room and call omar ali again.

"saya nak tanye, omar ali ade ambil tempahan baju melayu lagi tak?"
"kain luar takde. kain kite sendiri sahaja"
i have to seize this opportunity. brother05 please forgive kak long.
"oh yeke. tapi kawan adik saya tu cakap boleh. kawan die dgn n**a. n**a cakap masih boleh."
starts laughing. seriously, if this lady makes fun of me i'll slam the phone.
"oohhh n**a! iye. tu anak saya. anak puan name siapa ye?" anak? anak pun anakla.
"muhamad L. die chat ngan n**a smlm and n**a cakap boleh hantar.."
i hear the mommy talking to a girl in the background.
"diorang chat kat myspace ye? n**a kata die kenal"
"err...saya tatau la myspace ke facebook ke ape.."
"ooh. kalau macam tu boleh la. hantar skarang boleh?"

THANK GOD!!!

Relief like you wouldn't know.

I walk out the room then D starts telling me excitedly. kawan i kate ade! kawan i kate ade! Wah. when it rains it pours!

We decide to go to the one D's friend recommended because;
1. omar ali is charging 30% more than last year and 20% surcharge for tempahan sewaktu bulan puasa. the total price is 3 times more than the fabric. D's tailor is cheaper. Slightly.
2. D's tailor is much much nearer to our house.
3. D's tailor does a good job cos its the same one yang buat his baju melayu hantaran.

So we go to the tailor. Very friendly. Very accomodating.

i quote

"Kalau dah dua minggu nak raya, kite masih boleh amik 400 pasang lagi. Even cawangan kita kat shah alam tu masih amik tempahan lagi"

i turn to D. bukan ini ke tailor your mom?

anyways moral of this story
1. when mummy says do it, do it.
2. do not underestimate D and his married friends.
3. no matter how desparate, do not turn to 'for dummies' books. unless its solely to learn.
4. when the mind is elsewhere with issues like these, dont cook. i slit my thumb chopping chillies.

hope that all of you have your baju raya ready. unlike certain people. but now no more la.