mundane mondane monday

never thought i would be glad the weekends over but today i am. weekends, during the month of raya is hectic and nerve-wrecking. visitors come streaming in and out, invite for open houses are tonnes. what do i do?
simple. i just lie in bed all weekend. damn the tummy cramps. (i have ovaries remmember?).

yesterday, after much plans to meet up with D, i had to lie in bed instead clutching a bottle of ponstan and breathing into my pillow. to my dismay however, mummy did not sympathise with me at all and dragged my ass to another light store looking for lights for our new house.

im in pain. i cant make decisions now. i didnt know there were actually fifty types of dimmers, thirty types of downlights (whatever they are), wall light, pendant lights , stuck lights, two million types of regular bulbs and three billion types of energy saving bulbs (how much energy do they save anyways?). *darn*
so there we were contemplating on which bulb would go best with the flower light- yellow light or white light?

this is getting more and more exciting.

by night however D and me found ourselves smack in the middle of hartamas square devouring D's all time favourite sotong kankung. D ran into his old buddy, pocket or as i'd like to call him polly pocket (after the toy) although he dont look so tiny anymore.
a ballgame was on. everybody was hyped. we didnt even know which team it was. take a guess. black and white striped jersey? i said chelsea, D said tottenham hotspurs. damn lot we know about footie.

left when it got noisy. we are old fogeys after all.

still life in black and white

still moments captured on film during that auspicious day..


our family trying to put up with each other. look at the fake smiles.


my cousins and kid sisters. age aint nothing but a number. we're all the same size .

lord of the porks and ham brown

im really sorry A, that i cant come to your fancy schmancy birthday 'do. i know that you're really counting on me to be there and stuff but ipoh is kinda far and im not too sure if i feel like driving that far plus i have an open house to attend later this evening.
i guess your parents must regard you as some kind of princess that they were willing to spend on personalized printed invites that resembled a wedding invite. wow. shame one was wasted on me.

well, anyways i bought you a birthday gift. and its really nice if i might say so myself. *smug* can i give to you on monday instead?

weekend plans- D, bailed out on our pre-planned weekend because he had to attend to something that just came up. i had to pretend that i was busy too. just in case he feels guilty- because when he feels guilty he makes me feel bad for making him feel guilty. whatever.

the book by dan brown im currently reading is to me on the same scale as the lord of the rings movies and star wars epics. (read: dragging and boring but bearable when you have nothing else to do).
the amazing things you discover while reading the book- wow. excuse me while i burst outta my skin with excitement.*roll eyes*

well i guess im not an intellect/smart sounding/scholar-ish type of reader.
i dont whether D will like it. it is after all his book which he hasnt read because he has yet to find the time.
i'm not sure. but i know he wasnt a fan of lord of the porks and hated star wars much as i do. but then again you do read those awful anne rice books.
maybe he will maybe he wont.

im off now. before blogging gets on the same boat as dan brown and starwars. (boring but bearable when you dont have anything to do)

i hate you to bits and pieces..

just when i thought that i had no interest in writing and was going to leave things as it is, something almost always stops me right in my tracks. sometimes it's good, most times its bad.
i hate it when people are aloof, discreet or mysterious so i try not to be one of those people.
i hate it when people are pissed with me for reasons unknown.
i hate it when people are not sure about which direction in life they're about to take. yes, half of the time neither do all of us but a vague idea always helps.
i hate the typical 'malaysian modesty'. fuck that! u should know your true potential and your capabilites. if you dont want to admit it then fuck, and dont be surprise if i do.
i hate it when people expect you to conform to certain behaviour just because youve been THAT person all this while.
i hate it when friends assume that just because youve been doing the same favours for them again and again that you dont mind at all doing them those damn favours.
i hate the fact that just because i let friends drive my car as they like, they can take the keys when i'm sleeping/not in the mood to go out/not around.
i hate it when people ask me out as though they enjoy my company and i find out that they need me to give them a ride. screw. i have the right to change my mind whenever i please. why dont you have a back-up plan?
when i say 'you can borrow it anytime you want', it still means that you have to ask for my fucking permission.
i hate it when people flirt with the mamak just for discounts. if you wanna be a cheapskate, dont do it when im there.
i may either have money or i dont. either ways, im not cheap.
if i dont have much money, i go to cheap eateries. but i certainly dont insult myself further by asking for discounts.
i hate it when the person who is always the first to give out 'great' ideas and suggestions loudly on how to loose weight is a fat one. and dishing out advice to a much skinnier person.
i hate when my food arrives and out of nowhere your fork/spoon/hands(!) reach shamelessly to taste my food. especially when i havent even had a bite. even my boyfriend of five years does not do that to me.
i hate it when people talk loudly. seriously, im embarassed to the very brim. why must you yell and talk loudly? even when we're at the mamak that doesnt give you the right to treat it like your own private circus.
i hate it when people cant be objective of the very simple things. if she's beautiful but a big slut, she's still beautiful. face it.
and just because she's really sweet, nice and soft-spoken, i still wont be able to look past the fact that she IS NOT beautiful. she's not. what do you want me to say?

i hate myself for getting peeved by all these tiny details. but face it. wouldnt you?

oh, and i hate it when kids lollipop gets stuck to my jeans.

a little stale, a little eager

poof! stuff just blows up in smokes when you least expect them to be.
im feeling a little on the lazy side, a little on the slob side and a lot of unpleasant feeling in the pit of my belly. not because of the food.

am supposed to be doing my duties but opt to stay home and lie around all day until someone rescues me. plus my feet hurt due to the stupid treadmill that didnt come with a manual. how was i to know? ive never been on one before.

IMing with SMD and D just about now and now they have bothe gone off to do something beneficial with their time instead of IMing me. so here i am.

im gonna play with bubbles or somthing like that.