didn't like it when it first played on hitzfm, but like pesky white hair, it slowly grew on me.
before i knew it, it's chorus has been plaguing my day.


heads up to those of you (un)lucky ones who may be in my car this weekend... YOU WILL BE LISTENING TO THIS ON REPEAT. repeat. repeat. repeat...


i've always wanted to just pack up and leave for New York. who doesn't?
walk the streets in Manhattan, run in the parks, chomp on a hotdog, understand baseball for the umpteenth time.


forget Alicia-see-my-leather-clad-butt-Keys because that Yamaha baby grand with those sleek curves stole the show. its a breathtaking work of art and i want it (the piano. not the leather nor the butt). why does she have to hang over it like a monkey? sit down woman!


anyway, what i can afford for now : this rm3.50 Statue of Liberty plectrum :)





These streets will make you feel brand new
The lights will inspire you...

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Helped Justin & Sharon move into their new place last weekend.
Congratulations guys, on your new cosy home with the huge balcony. (Henry & Henrietta will have tons of fun there, shedding fur and moseying along, nibbling toes and snacking on carrots. )

Moving house has always been a shite experience.
The back breaking bags and boxes, the cleaning and the dusting and the scrubbing and the vaccuming...etc...has never been my cup of tea.

However, it turned out well. No one died, except for a few squished roaches - R.I.P.

Books will rip your paper bag apart, much like what explosive diahorrea does to your rear end.
**sorry :p **

After everything was unloaded. Looked like a very disorganized pasar malam.

Entrance to the condo, enroute to set up pasar malam stall.

Thats all the pictures I have for now.

Will post more once everything is nicely in place and homely.

Can't wait for the all important couch, were we will sit civilly, sip fine wine and have intelligent, meaningful conversations.

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It's 32 days to Christmas.

The shopping frenzy is about to start in approximately 25 days for me - the self proclaimed last minute shopper. No, I never learn...

Here's my list of last minute shopping pet peeves...

- imbeciles who find a parking spot before I do.

- squeezing the car into a parking slot (i swear they make them smaller and smaller.. except for the Curve.)

- shopping crowd freaks.

The clumps of irritants who deliberately saunter in front of you like herds of old wrinkly crippled snails and waddle like obese duck fanclub groupies with crotch disease & yack to their other fellow saunterers loudly on the phone about global life changing events like 'what that Ling Ling b*tch from office said about that non-slutty dress I wore on casual Friday.' or 'how Vincci cheated me of my RM2.16 HSBC card discount. CHEATED I TELL YOU!'. stay out of my path! go away!

- sales girls who bravely block my path and insist on spraying perfume on me or telling me I NEED their credit card NOW. Sometimes I imagine how they will react if I start bellowing the chorus of the "Alala LaLa Long" song (I forgot the title). I have a vivid non-violent imagination.

- long queues at the cashier - Self explanatory. Sometimes it's really no laughing matter. The lines can reach China and yet that's the only counter open. Can you blame shoppers for shoplifting?! In this context, they are innocent.

AND THE PEEVIEST OF ALL :

- the lembap cashier (TLC) - Good grief! You finally get your hands on the item you want. Finally! The perfect size & the perfect color.

And thennnnnn you stand in the queue en route to China. Your feet develop intricate mile high deep vein trombosis. You still persist in line because Aunt Jessica really really REALLY needs this stupid potted plant for Christmas. For entertainment (and self preservation) you resort to admiring your new veins because they are oh-so-pretty. The veins distract you from thinking about shop-lifting the bloody plant.

And thennnnnn you look at the cashier who has the "Be Patient With Me. Idiot Trainee" badge. TLC is slowly folding the 316 panties the auntie in front of you bought, and putting them in tiny bags. keying the sale into the register one by one by one, digit by digit, decimal by decimal.

And thennnnnn TLC realizes the bag is too tiny...so their beady eyes SLOWLY scan the drawers for a larger bag. Many days will pass before you reach your turn at the counter. (by then Christmas would have probably passed and it's now Valentines instead) ....

Perhaps the management should replace TLCs' badge to depict a picture of an old crippled snail with crotch disease. Yes yes, I know TLCs are also human beings who need jobs and have feelings too (some of them, at least). BUT they really need be up to speed (pun intended) by the time they put up the "SALE ON NOW" sign. NOW is the key word here.

Buck the hell up before the blood vessels in my temples burst. You may consider this a begging plea from yours truly.

Happy Shopping Everyone! (...and I sincerely mean that)

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When I was a sweet pony tailed little girl, (and that was decades ago) treats were simple things... a hot char kuay teow supper, a stick of bubble gum, an ice cream after lunch..even getting rm 5 extra for my pocket money brought me joy equivalent to striking lottery.

However, those bubble gum days are long gone. Growing up, what I consider to be a true treat has become even more demanding - both in complexity and in monetary value.

Leaving my human limitations aside, and putting on my imagination cap on tight, here is a list of my top 5 treats, in no particular order.

5) Have tea with Barack Obama in the Oval Office.

The reason I just want tea with him is purely because I would not know how to hold an intelligent conversation with Obama. I mean, what would we talk about? The weather perhaps... So. Just tea will do, for now, thank you (which is already quite unusual in itself, since I am a coffee drinker). Little questions I've wondered about, arguably, the most powerful man on Earth.. like "When he picks up the phone, does he address himself as 'Hi, Barack here'.. or 'Hi, this is THE President' or just a simple 'Hey, hello, how are ya?' " (because someone else would have introduced him). Another niggling question is "Must his shirts ALWAYS be in white?" I've not seen any other colored shirt on him in photos. Hmm... it boggles the mind...

4) Work in Wall Street for a day.

Always had the notion that Wall Street was filled with the ups and downs of buying and selling. Trillions of dollars exchanging hands in a day. All sort of shouts and hand gestures across the floor. The floor would be a commotion of hustling remisers and stock experts reading market trends and whatnot. Sounds attractive? Well, I'd like to work there and experience the stress of a Wall Street stockbroker. OK, maybe that doesn't sound like much of a treat...but I've always worked better under pressure. My exam results prove that - all the last minute, frenzied revising two nights before D-Day. I like the adrenaline that goes with it. If I can survive a day in Wall Street, I think I can survive any job thrown my way.

3) Go island hopping in the Caribbean.

The picture speaks for itself doesn't it? Unlike the tumultuous scenes depicted in the infamous Pirates of the Caribbean, I want to experience the salty breeze, the refreshing wind in my hair, the relaxed afternoon siesta on a hammock, the soothing gushing of the waves, the peaceful silence...Every picture I take would be postcard material. Need I say more? Now THAT'S what I'd call a holiday...

2) Write a script for Quentin Tarantino

Ever since I watched From Dusk Till Dawn on VHS, (DVDs weren't in yet and VHS and Video tape rewinders were all the rage) I steadily watched all Tarantino directed/written/inspired movies. Salma Hayek as a blood lusting vampire? Really, which brilliant mind would've thought that?! Especially after that mesmerising dance with a python on her shoulders. I want to delve into my well of creativity and dish out a tasty script worthy of Tarantino standards and have it watched and downloaded by millions all over the earth, and of course, have it pirated and sold in local Pasar Malams :) Wouldn't that be the cool? As they say : Imitation is the best form of flattery.

1) Blog from my own Dell Inspiron 13

Lucky number 13. Macbooks and Vaios aside, a Dell Inspiron 13 should fit in my backpack very very nicely indeed. I want to sit in my favourite Starbucks chair, connect seamlessly with its Wifi and admire my own reflection in it's 13.3 inch screen. And perhaps if my old friend Barack can spare the time, go on a webcam conference with him too. heh.

I want to feel the cool touch of it's keyboard and hear the tapping of it's keys against my fingers. It comes with Intel® Integrated Graphics Media Accelerator X3100 too. OK, I have no idea what that even means, but I'm sure it will make Lara Croft (yes yes, at this day and age, some people still play tomb raider) look as menacing as never before.

It comes in varied colors : Obsidian Black, Alpine White and Cherry Red. All three are definite attention pullers. In the case of judging the book by its cover, I want people to judge me by my laptop instead. Simply because I know it will impress :)

Btw, if you're thinking of owning one, do mention special coupon code BZQVQF2RLZRKW3 from Dell that would allow you to purchase a Dell Inspiron 13 (S510701MY) with a RM100 Instant Cash Redemption!!. This promotion is only available online or by calling Dell at 1800-88-0301. This coupon code expires on 10th Nov 2009.

So there you go.

5 treats that would completely make my day.

Yup, my simple bubblegum days are definitely over!

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Just got back from a weekend holiday @ Pulau Pangkor yesterday.
It was a welcome change from the routine in KL city.


As usual, we were quite the last minute / impromptu planner bunch.

I had 5 people in Ah Beng. My rule for 5 pieces of clothing per person fell on deaf ears,as expected. Good thing I serviced him on that morning itself. Bad thing was he costed me rm 400.

On the way, the rear window refused to wind back up. No amount of persuasion would coax it to budge. So, we had to stop at mechanic shop. 10 minutes later, we we back en route.

Costed rm5 and several knocks to get it to obey. The car is PMSing I guess. He better watch it...

We reached the jetty. First thing's first : Hit the shops. Sharon & Shanky both bought dresses. While we waited... and waited... and waited.

Finally crossed over to Pulau Pangkor. Spoke to a hotelier hawker, who provided us accomodation for both nights. We booked a room called Hornbill Hotel, Teluk Nipah, and caught a pink cab van.

Camwhoring in the cab.

Sharon still looked quite pleased, despite us not heeding her multiple requests to stop for coconut water and rambutans.

View from the pink framed windows.


So we arrived at Hornbill.

The room was not as nice as the pictures but it's saving grace was it's 8 meters from the sea....It has Astro, however only one StarMovie channel. And the TV was tiny anyway with horrid sound. And worse of all, no remote.

All our stuff...and then there's Shanky's large white hat, which followed us everywhere. Everywhere! It was like the 6th person in the group.

After a hard day's drive... the bed.

Finally found use for my ipod player. It came in very handy.

The hat people.

Goofing around.
Our stupid room door, wouldn't open and locked us out. Drama warma. That warranted a room change. Immediately.

Still, that didn't stop the camwhoring...and the parading of the new dresses... and the 100 pictures and poses that automatically followed after.

Later that night, after a huge Chinese dinner, we played games to foster good relationships la, konon. It really was just an excuse to drink. I got re-aquainted with Mr Jose. He's such a nice fella. btw, you can see the fugly bedsheet patterns. And then we played taboo. It's a lousy game - mainly coz I lost. ceh! Mr Jose didn't help one bit...

The next morning, it was up with the early morning sun.

Nasi lemak and teh tarik with a view. Food was crappy though. The picture looks good huh?

Spotted James Bond, doing the macho thing of solo canoeing to the next island.

Flies are everywhere. So, keep an eye on your drink.

More goofing around.. and yes, that white hat.

Next we moved rooms since we were left with three people. The walls are bright pink. How relaxing...

This time, we had a little balcony. It made a lot of things convenient. :)

Took a boat ride to Giam Island. Shanky fell on the boat on the way back. One minute we were looking at her face, the next thing we saw was her flailing legs in the air.

We swum, bathed, put handfuls of sand in Shanky's swimsuit, collected shells, put dead crabs on Shanky, ate our delish Ramlee Burger (over there it's called an Island Burger), put more sand on/in Shanky. I copped a sunburn on my back. It was a good day.

Jason and his really tight ...goggles.

The swing that Shanky fell off. Twice. It was hilarious. The locals looked on in amazement while we laughed our pants off. I think she scared a few kids there. I don't know any adults who fall off swings. Especially when they're sober.

Tapauing Island burgers for Jason. I loved the jagung bakar there. Besides that, the food was just not worth half a sniff.

Having an icecream, walking with THE hat even though it's THE night. and THE sun is long set.

Dinner made a waste of the fresh fish. blechh!

Before we checked out. Satisfied tired smiles all around. It rained scarily on the drive back. But we got home safely, with restless bums.

Goodbye Pangkor.

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