i only do old and unattractive

Tired, knackered, pooped, fatigued, run-down.

I just got back from Nilai 3, yes you heard it right the first time. Nilai 3. Where busloads of rombongan cik kiah flock hundreds of shops selling all sorts of things from carpets to wedding paraphernalia to electrical items. Don't ask me why I was there. All I can tell you is that this is hari raya-related and this is supposed to elevate my financial situation a bit come Aidilfitri. 'Nuff said.

On a more leisurely note, I went to the Mont Kiara Jazz Fest on Friday night since a friend has a table reserved at Chakri Palace. (Note: I won't go if there are no reserved tables ok, sorry la. I really need the comfort and peace of mind when I watch any live performances ) The first session for the nite was Arthur Kam & Vitalique - they were quite cool. Sheila Majid came out at 11pm which was the second session.

Here's my love-hate thing about Sheila Majid.

I find her somewhat annoying IN SOME WAYS. First, her voice is so-so. Ordinarily so-so. Oklah better than mine la kan, but I dunno...she just came out at the right time I guess. Second, everyone keeps referring to her as Ratu Jazz Malaysia. WTF. Although she does sing some jazz numbers in her live shows, she is so bloody commercial pop. Tapi kasi can lah kan... like I said, she came out at the right time - when Malaysia was devoid of any exclusive, jazzish, female singer. Huh, mampus gue if Sheila Majid baca blog ni. Perasan.

However ladies n gents, she's got a lotta good evergreen songs that have been my personal favourite la since the day she came out with that Dimensi Baru album. And I think I have almost all of her albums save for the later ones. Tak malu kan. Y'all might say, tadi kutuk-kutuk, now I'm gushing over her songs. No doubt, her songs are phenomenal la.

Oh one more thing before I forget. At the Jazz Fest I was introduced by Hani to this really amazingly hot guy. He's tall, slim, fair, 40 (oh, the perfect age to be when you're a guy), bespectacled and a freaking LAWYER. Gasp. He looks pan-asianish - a mix between a typical iranian and zinadine zidane. His first name sounds like my last name. Written in the stars kot. Let's just call him Z and here's an amusing anecdote. We started chatting and then I realized he's got a bit of an Indian twang in his speech. And when I asked of his suku sakat he said "I'm very much Indian". And being the very bad liar that I am, I suddenly paused and had that ???? looked on my face. "But your last name doesn't sound Indian at all." He gave a megawatt smile and said, "Why? Never dated an Indian man before? Are you being racist?" I quickly retorted, "Hhrmph! You lawyers are all so defensive!" To which he replied, "Offense is the best form of defense!"

Lawyers.

I heaved a sigh of relief when later I was told that he IS in fact a Muslim. A bit of consolation probably?

Z's last words to me were, "Email ya, email..." as he rushed off with this boss. He's based in Singapore okay, in case you guys are wondering apasal pulak dia suruh e-mail ni, apasal tak boleh have coffee ke, lunch ke. And he might be coming for next week's Jazz Fest show too.

Here's the thing, I find him too good looking to talk to. I'm not lying ok, he is so super super super super good looking. Next time I should take a picture of him - he looks like he just stepped out of GQ magazine (hyperventilate). I just feel like saying, "Can I just look at you and not say a word? And please don't ever open your mouth because as soon as your Indian slang comes out, akak macam turn off."

Hani has booked a table for us 1 September, and Z might be coming again. And I'm invited again. But honestly, Z is only as good as he looks. There's no heart-skipping-a-beat moment like with you know who la kan. Or maybe I'm just attracted to unattractive old men with sexy protruding bellies after all.

Does that last sentence just made me sound like a sicko?

laundry and the apartment, not literally tho

When the world's crumbling down on you, gather a few friends and have these:The effect that cupcakes have on me is just amazing. I mean, they're not exactly the nicest thing to eat (cloyingly sweet and this one's a bit dry) but I look at them I go awwww... and all cares in this world seem to vanish into thin air.

Had a lovely time at Italianni's/Laundry and The Apartment last nite with the disgruntled and dysfunctional bunch ie. the NSSC members (hehehe....) Hey, that includes me la wei. A tip: next time y'all go to the Apartment ask for a waiter by the name of Michael (from Nigeria). haha! Read Spena's rendition of last nite here.

And no man right now can make me smile like this...

as I see it...

Looks like I haven't really moved up the financial ladder after all...

In 1998

1. Personal Care / Makeup
   I go for facials every month, and used either Chanel or Origins. I have a stylist in one of the KLCC hair salons.


2. Wardrobe
   Nothing less than anything at Isetan or Tangs. And I could afford Sonny San, Zang Toi and Edmund Ser. And at times Marks & Spencer.


3. Bags
   I could afford original brands. In fact I had an original Gucci leather organiser in college.


4. Wining (and Whining) & Dining
   Can go lepak at Bangsar every night. Restaurant hopping from Wagamama to Manja. Ah.. those were the days.


5. My Ride
   I drove a maroon Honda CRV to work - ok lah it's my dad's but come to think of it, I should be driving a CRV now. And it should be MINE.

In 2007

1. Personal Care / Makeup
   My facial cleanser ranges from Body Shop to ermm... (malu nak cakap).. Garnier. And don't ask me when was the last time I went for a facial. Don't ever.


2. Wardrobe
   I'd rather not say where I buy my clothes. This one is a trade secret wei, habisla bocor rahsia aku punya baju yang ala-ala Pucci tu. But my current crush is Uluwatu at The Curve, I've been there only 3 times but everytime I go it's a must-buy, so I have 3 gorgeous Uluwatu tops!


3. Bags
   I'm guilty as hell for buying fakes. Hrmmph. Why did I ever discover Holiday Plaza? But then because I'm so used to having originals last time, some people still think some of my Guccis, Fendis and Coaches are real.


4. Wining & Dining
   Can only splurge in fancy meals once a week. And my idea of an Italian dinner is Suzi's Corner RM6.50 pastas. Eh don't mess, the vongole sauce is da bomb OK.


5. My Ride
   Like any other true blue Malaysian, I have a Proton Waja. Huh. But it's OK, not complaining. At least it's mine. All mine.

But I thank God for 3 wonderful kids and a bunch of fabulous friends (from the office, from my uni days at the States and also from STF) that I've made throughout my life. I thank God for still being able to love unconditionally and be loved in return. I thank the Almighty for all that and wouldn't change anything in my life right now even though it's a big fat mess. I've finally learned to say Alhamdulillah in whatever situation that I'm facing right now. Every cloud has a silver lining, and after more than 3 decades of living and breathing on this earth I've finally understood the real meaning of that.

Entah kenapa, akak teremo pulak tonight. Must be the Damien Rice effect. Too
much. Too much.

a mersing escapade

Our team won the Futsal tourney - miraculous. unbelievable. whatmorecanisay.

Lay-dees and gents, right now I'm snuggling under the comforter at Havanita Hotel, in the quaint little town of Mersing while typing this. In case you're wondering - why Mersing? Has she gone cuckoo and just picked up a random town in Malaysia to run away to? No darlings, I'm here for the SAJ Sports Carnival - arrived yesterday late afternoon after 4 hours of driving from KL. And why am I at SAJ's event - because it's a subsidiary company of the company I'm working in, you silly. Anyways, our team won the Futsal this morning. Had a blast last nite lepaking at Monsoon (the pub at Havanita) and then karaoke-ing at their Fantasia KTV (sounds corny kan? their logo is uncannily like AF's - maybe catering to AF participants wannabes kot). Visit my Multiply for the piccies.

In the meantime, I'm going out for tea - that means freshly fried keropok lekor that's crispy on the outside yet moist and gebu on the inside... by the beach!

Layta, sistas.

merajuk... but still happy

Inspired by Cosmic Gurl's entry on being a tad bit emo.

Merajuk. There is no English equivalent to that word. At least I could never find it, maybe there is after all. I always use upset, dismayed, fussed, maybe the closest is hurt. But hurt is too strong a word I think. Hurt is not merajuk. Merajuk is merajuk.

I once told someone, after a full argument in English, "I dah merajuk FOREVER dengan you." To which he replied, "I know."

For me the definition of merajuk is when you have a mix of hurt/upset/anger (plus a teeny weeny bit of mengada-ngada thrown in) and you expect to be comforted.

Any cunning linguists out there who can offer me an English definition?

p/s: I tak merajuk ok today, this topic just suddenly came to mind. Still basking in the afterglow :)
pp/s: I just had a waffle with vanilla ice cream at Suzi's Corner. And I'm so damn sleepy and will sleep on a full stomach. I will not wake up feeling good tomorrow.

in limbo

I've got three power point files - CSR, sewerage presentation (yes darlings, you heard it right, as in the wastewater carried away in sewers putting it mildly), corporate presentation, to finish by end of today and here I am tapping away at the keyboard doing this. Why? Because I'm happy tapi tak happy. With the dysfunctional label permanently branded on my forehead, this is expected la kan.

Tak happy because:

1. Work is sucking the life out of me - at last nite's MCKK Cagers and STF Dynamites dinner I was yawning the night away and it was only 9:30 pm. Aaah.. how aging creeps up on you.
   
2. I have to go to Mersing on Friday for a subsidiary company sports carnival. (Cry!!!) I'm still trying to talk my way out of this one. Please keep your fingers crossed. (Tu la, siapa suruh awak kerja corp comm kan?)
   
3. My schedule very de off today - supposed to meet some friends, got cancelled, supposed to do a photoshoot, got postponed... and my desk is a freaking MESS I need someone to help me spring clean!

I am so very happy because:

1. Someone who just recently got her Mini Cooper today treated us at The Apartment :) Merci beaucoup ZZ.


2. I get to indulge in the Strawberry Mint Parfait:


3. Adalah! (smile)

jazzy the grouch

On Thursday, I could call you names so foul, I'd have to gargle my mouth with bleach

I don't know what it is but I've been experiencing a very perangai celaka / temporary insanity streak since last Thursday. And I can't really be blaming it on PMS all the time can I?

All explanations aside, I want to take this opportunity to apologize to whomever that I've hurled insults at be it verbally or in text messages (don't keep it in your mailbox, you'll only hurt yourself by doing that) during the past 4 days or so.

On Friday, I didn't give a rat's ass if you're tired or confused or hurt or whatever. It's your life, and you chose to live it that way. So scram!

Every now and then I do this y'know, be a major beeyatch and then realize that I'm just wasting my energy being a beeyatch. Why? Because I'm not really a full-fledge beeyatch and when I say horrible things that I don't mean, in the end I will feel bad about saying it in the first place. But I didn't say I regretted la saying all that, it's just I could've said it in a nicer manner. A less celaka manner :)

But then again, this time it's a bit mild la. You shouldn't be here to watch when I'm in my fist-of-fury mood. I'm not much of a screamer, but when I say something nasty it will hurt you like paper cuts on your eyes.

Today, I'm your angelcakes once again...

So now who wants to buy me a cuppacake at The Apartment?
Nope, I'm not suffering from any form of bipolar disorder.