the week before raya

My hamper sweat shop... Illegal workers from Myanmar (sorry Amanda and Naja!!) working under harsh conditions and the watchful eye of an evil supervisor...

Every year without fail I will always find the last week of Ramadhan to be the ultimate in craziness. In all aspects. And I mean ALL. Especially this year what with the gift hampers that needed to be sorted out.

Remember the day I got sick? Thursday? That night I did the unthinkable. I went out for buka puasa with a person that I haven't seen in 6 bloody years. Suffice to say I felt like banging my head on the bento box for stupidly NOT continuing the relationship with him back in 1998. I was really the Queen of Morons. Now he's got amazingly sexy grey streaks and that distinguished fortysomething look that I would, in an instant, fall for. He's got quite a sexy job too - money, money, money. And that same confidence, slight cockiness and the same comforting way it feels when he's around (and yes, he still calls me Girl)... And I told myself by the end of buka puasa - Snap out of it!

Oh well, whatever's happened has happened. It was a perfectly harmless buka puasa after all - we adjourned to MO after that and had drinks and guffawed about gay guys. See, HARMLESS.

What matters most is that I'm perfectly content with my emotional wants and needs right now.

On Saturday I had to do some gift basket deliveries to JB. Lest I annoy myself to death singing myself silly in the Estima, two of my girlfriends joined the road trip. Due to the tiring night before, I over slept and woke up at 7.45 am on Saturday morning (have to be in JB by NOON!).

Look closer. Only in JB.

The trip was fine. We arrived before noon, yours truly did a Michael Schumi that day - did all that I had to do and headed on to exotic shopping hub of Holiday Plaza, JB. HP should give me a platinum loyalty card and a free parking space lah. Dah two decades jadi loyal mallgoer.

This was not planned - I HAD MY HAIR COLOURED AND HIGHLIGHTED. (and I think it had a bit of an impact to a certain someone-someone *wink, nudge, kick under table*)


Bought an LV laptop bag.

Bought a Chanel satchel.

Pic on the left does not do justice to my newly coloured hair by Monsieur Raymond of Franco.

Have you ever seen a karipap this big? How did it taste like Hana?

Went to bazaar Ramadhan at the Larkin Stadium. HAPPENING! Nasi Ambeng everywhere. Air Kathira plentiful, there was lontong kering, botok botok (some of you mesti nganga), soto, mee rebus. Kuih Bakar - not only the pandan ones but also available in corn, pumpkin and yam! Red rubies and pudding with the milky sauce abound. I've died and gone to epicurean heaven.

On the way back we stopped at Pagoh to eat the Nasi Ambeng that we tapau-ed. And reached home at about 11 pm (i think).

Absolutely tired but the next day I woke up an cleaned up my place, the dumpster that it was.

A happy weekend, absolutely :)

p/s: Ya, I know this blog has turned into a ho-hum online journal of boring things that I do. And I still have that kick-ass post that is still unpublished. Good things come to those who wait. Meantime, those who want to make a trip to JCo Donuts at Pavilion, I need that booty call.

pp/s: Thanx Hana for the pics. I really need to get my camera fixed.