feelgood weekend

Rina goes, "What did I just eat...?" Mind you, it's Satay Perut (and chicken and beef too) and it's way past 10pm... How to digest?

I haven't had the time to post on my blog over the weekend - first, I was busy with helping out A Friend on the new corporate ID for his business(so excited and also at the same time so PROUD of him). Secondly, Saturday nite was the much awaited, most controversial and sensational (drum roll, please)... monthly Not-So-Single-Club (NSSC) get together at Micasa!

Ada berani? Dalina stuffin' her face in that little sinful pack of nasi lemak.

Our NSSC slumber parties are sensational in all aspect - both in terms of topics (unbridled and uncensored) and calories (I think my caloric intake for one NSSC night is equivalent to a normal week's caloric intake).

Mademoiselles Rina et Spena...Awwwww.. so sweet...

And who are the NSSC members? I've known them for the past 20 years - all my buddies from STF, who else!

Yours truly and Hana...Busy gossiping

The night started with me arriving at the room and only Hana (as usual) was there. Dayang and family booked another room since the hubby and two adorable kids came along.

Ms lawyer smsing client from under the sheets...Then charge them a bomb for her air liur... Hehehe

Then the rest of the girls came - Fyn (budak nak buat chambering so she can be a renowned advocate & solicitor), Rina (minah cool and a walking IOI advertisement, the company should pay her royalty), Spena (looking resplendent in her kebaya, back from a no-alcohol-served Indian wedding) and forever making her grand entrance, Dalina.

"Hee...heee..after sms can go to sleep!"

Dalina, listening intently to the woes of the masses...

It's weird but in the company of these people, I find solace. It's like an emotional safe haven where I can be completely and honestly comfortable. And it's funny that we don't even call each other so often, in fact we just really got together this year and some of us were not in contact for many, many years - but when we're together, it's as if we never even left school. I guess nothing beats the 2 decades of friendship.

Ali and Wazif having a blast at the Micasa pool

My son HAD to be the one who makes the funny face :)Aren't they just adorable? L-R - Ali, Shawqi and Wazif (Dayang's two boys). Dayang, I don't have a picture of you!!!

Top 5 Lame Ass Lines from the H

5. I don't want to do it now because I'm worried to leave the kids with a mother like you.
Oh really? And I'm even more worried to leave the kids with a person so vengeful, hateful, spiteful, violent and spineless.

4. Kalau you sembahyang, sembahyang la betul-betul.
Oooh, this really got me. I know I don't do the full 5 prayers, but whenever I do, I feel so close to God I'm most of the time in tears by the time I recite my do'a. Who the fish are you to judge me?

3. Feelings are intangible, you will never actually know how you feel.
Sheer stupidity. So you can't believe in the intangibles? What is love then, or hate? This is a moronic justification for me to stay in this marriage so he can milk me for what I'm worth.

2. Of course my sisters are nice to you, what do you expect?
Your sisters are nice to me because I AM A NICE PERSON like them. How could your own family not like you - ask yourself that, why do they hate you so much?

1. If I have provided for you, tak tau la apa agaknya you akan beli with your paycheck.
If you were so religious, you would know that in Islam the husband is supposed to be the provider for the family. Duh.

Fear not, my friends, I will put up the NSSC slumber party post soon. Just not in the right frame of mind to do it.

pep-talking myself...

Let me tell you why I'm better...

1. I am waaaaaayyyy smarter than her.
Oh puhleaze, let's not even go there. I'm a Notre Dame grad with two semesters on the Dean's List and the reason why I'm not on the Dean's List my final year is because I partied 4 days a week. Sloshed and wasted.

2. She is not as hot as I am.
Haha! Hot is subjective la. But you know I am.

3. I am independent and can work like a dog.
Throw me anywhere and I will find the money.

4. I can live without a husband.
Basically have lived without a husband for the past two years, although still legally married. And I don't really need my parents to take care of me either.

5. I can freaking drive.
I can even drive from KL to batu pahat at full term pregnancy. Even my 50-year old aunt in batu pahat can drive, why can't she? Please get real.

6. I am a drama queen, tapi not tamil drama like her.
Don't mess with my mood swings but I don't bang my head against the wall, I'll bang yours thank you very much.

7. I'm a very holistic person - balanced yin and yang.
I cook, I clean, I nurse and I can also party like mad. Err... it might be bipolar disorder but what the heck, I'm still hot.

8. I can mingle with people from all walks of life.
The poor, the needy, the rich and famous... I will blend in. So take me anywhere with you and I will work the floor.

9. I am loyal and will stick to you thru thick and thin.
Don't ever question my loyalty. I will go all out for the ones I love.

10. I love you more than she does.

God that felt good...please forgive me for being a beeyaatch

sweet times

I've just had a couple of happy days this week. I just realized that my life has been so mundane that happy days are such big bonuses for me. But then again, maybe that is good, to have a mundane, simple, at times sad life because when you experience a happy day, you appreciate it with every fiber of your being.

No, I didn't take a happy pill.

I was happy because I actually spent some time doing something that I enjoy most - talking to someone who's starting a business on branding. It's just that look on their faces when they are so close to starting something, and they're all hyped up setting up the business and things are looking great. And it helps to know that people appreciate my free "consultancy work"...

Although I spoke to H again about the big D over the phone, I won't let that get in the way of my joy.

Come on people, get happy.

the wrong action / reaction

Sometimes, when you have been sorely missing someone you just don't know how to act when he comes back. Your mind gets mixed up with so many emotions - there's anger (why were you gone so long!) there's longing (God, I just so want to be with you it hurts) there's sadness (i've been doing nothing when you weren't around) there's frustration (why can't we be together?) and then there's just sheer happiness (I'm so glad to see you and you look super hot too)

With all those feelings jumbled up, I will always end up looking awkward when I see that person. Then I will get "You look so tense..."

Tense is definitely not the word, baby. Then with that kind of remark, you do the auto-switch mode, you smile and pretended not to care. But deep in your heart you wish there are words that can say how much you've missed them.

I missed you while you were away. No, I was not happy when you're not around.

There, I said it.

the domestic goddess

This weekend is all about home :) - cooking, cleaning, udpating my recipe scrap book, grocery shopping (more like hypermarket-hopping for me) and yes I do have my bibik around it's just... I feel like a cross between Martha Stewart and Nigella Lawson over the weekend and I better make full use of this person before she slips away!

Saturday morning is my usual Pasar Tani trip, bright and early. I love the Pasar Tani cuz it reminds me of the wet market back home in Batu Pahat. And those exotic ulams that I am so fascinated with, I so love them. And on the same day it's a trip to Giant, Cold Storage and then today to Carrefour. I just prefer to buy different things at different places. That's just me.

Made seafood spaghetti olio for lunch today. And I have a picture to prove it too. Might not look all that, but trust me, it's quite lip-smacking. Those interested in my recipes can click here (still nothing much, a work in progress). As usual made too much and my officemates wouldn't mind bearing the burden of eating leftovers tomorrow I think.

It's almost 7 now and I just wanna put my feet up and savour the rest of the Sunday. Going for a nightcap with Ayu later. I don't think I'll be doing this domestic goddess thing again next week. Vivacous vamp, maybe?

room to breathe

I haven't had an asthma attack in a year(I was not an asthmatic kid, just developed asthma when I was pregnant with the boys). Then it came again tonight.

And I know now the root cause of it is not because I was overweight or pregnant or whatever. It's the friggin stress. I was talking to H on the phone over the big D, and then it came. The dry cough, the tight chest, the dreaded wheez.

It came right after H told me about the Plan.

A Friend, where are you when I need you most.
Puff puff. Nitey, all.