take five

Will not be able to blog these few days until next week because:

1. Annual Report is going for print and Mr Somebody wants to change this and that. The freaking layout at the very last minute!!

2. Very busy with my gift baskets.

3. Crazy client wants corporate website copy urgently. And tonnes of comments on my current copy. Am I getting dumber? Am I losing my touch? Or is the client just a moron? He IS a moron I think.

4. Coffee withdrawal symptoms. Bulan puasa, kan?

5. Too much food for buka puasa (finally got to eat the daging salai masak lemak - thanks to the lovely Guile) and the sambal ijo!!!!! SD - please watch your diet after this OK!

Good night all. And I had this one kick-ass piece to post actually but... ARGHHH.. it really has to wait.

yakiniku heaven

I just got back from my paper thosai place - read my sis' comments on my blog and went to her Flickr. She is one helluva photographer by the way.

Just to share with you Zaza's take on the Japanese grilled beef delicacy, Yakiniku:
...and I said I wanted to go vegetarian. Who am I kidding?

ladies who lunch laugh

Two days of buka puasa outside has left me tired, bloated, and uncomfortably full (not to mention the indigestion - where's my Ginger Eno???).

Yesterday, we had buka puasa at Marche, The Curve with the STF buddies. It was supposed to be an STF thingy - girls from my batch but mainly because the organiser is yours truly, it turned out more of an NSSC do. Well, let's face it - once a gangstress in school always a gangstress. I bet most of the baik2 girls were quite hesitant to join because I disclosed the attendees list on the Yahoo egroup. Oh well... Two of our married friends brought along their adorable hubbies plus kids. I bet the hubby must be doing the tsk!tsk!tsk! watching us blab about boobs (or the lack of it) and other unmentionable things.

Food-wise it was good, not great -- that's always the case at Marche, innit? Better than normal days probably because I was damn hungry. Downside is that you have to pay for beverages (I had dragonfruit juice, rockmelon juice and a bottle of H20) - my bill came up to RM61.

Today had buka puasa at the Kg Warisan clubhouse with another group of sisters - cuppacake, dore7n and ayu. And oh, all of us brought the kids along (altho' I only brought Ali sebab tak larat nak bawak the little hurricane Yunus). Out of the 4 of us, 2 are officially divorced and 1 is on the verge. 1 is happily married (yes, you cuppacake - maybe it's because of the cupcakes that you make!). That made cuppa the minority. Hahah.

OK I'm not making light of this being divorced / married thingy ok but it's overwhelming how NOW of all times, a lot of my friends are facing issues circling the Big D.

Is this all purely coincidental? Is this some kismet sh*t, written in the stars, some sort of constellation movements messing up with our lives?

And I just found out that by some screwed up twist of fate my life has some creepy similarities with Guile (the time we started blogging, why we blogged, the day we finally ended things...)

I'm off now for a supper/early sahur of paper thosai (or as SeaDemon would call it - DOSA heheheh).

And I will think about all this while I munch on that bloody delicious piece of crispy, buttery crepe.

the perfect love affair

I've been wearing my gold maryjanes (my sister has a similar pair, too!) for the past year and it just gets better. It feels like the first date everytime I slip them on. Yes ladies, I'm a Crocs convert, I wear my Crocs at almost every occasion that I can. In fact when I travel outstation I will have a shoe bag in my hand luggage to keep my pumps and will only wear pumps when I go into the board room. I know I keep getting second glances from the makciks at the JB office sometimes when I forget to change.

A downside on wearing Crocs is that I am uncomfortably short. Yes, short - almost midget short on bad days :) I've been wearing heels all my working life and when I don my Crocs I feel so bloody inferior. Hee hee. There's one time an office mate, upon seeing me with flats for the first time remarked, "Kenapa eh today you look like kanak-kanak ribena?"

I've been wanting to get the Crocs Sassari for the longest time (even before they came to Malaysia) because that way I can look 2 inches taller AND not worry about hurting my two feet. Plus, I can slip 'em on at the office and no one would know its a Crocs. Or would they?

So today at KLCC I bought a Sea Foam/White Sassari! I usually wear a 7 but because you need a really snug fit for this one I settled for a 6. It fits like a glove!
This is by far, one of the coolest shoes that I've ever bought (my 3 pairs of Nike trainers are crying their eyes out in the shoe closet right now) - the Sassari is a sleek retro wedge that is absolutely feather light. I am so in love. Crazily.



And oh, for my baby maryjanes I bought it another Jibbitz - the big red and pink flower with Rhinestone... bling bling, baybeh.

Now I'm lying in bed, and this perfect love affair is just too sweet I almost forgot I'm fasting!

Next up, Charles & Keith!

my first ramadhan, reborn

Last Ramadhan, I remembered during one buka puasa I was sitting at the dinner table with tears streaming down my face, straight into my plate of rice. Can't really recall what exactly happened but it was an argument with The Ex.

The scene haunted me yesterday - it was the first day of Puasa and I had to face the fact that it's my first berbuka puasa being a single mom. In the morning I didn't think much of it, but later during the day (maybe plus the hunger pangs) I got a bit sad thinking about it. Not so much of The Ex, in fact, not at all. It's just the fact that berbuka puasa has always been a family ritual at my parents' house.

And I thought, will I be able to berbuka puasa sans tears this year? Will it be worse? Will I long for the presence of a male figure at the dinner table? The companionship?

So right before buka, I braved the hideously crowded Setiawangsa pasar ramadhan with a mission - to find the Melaka asam pedas stall which without fail will show up every year at Setiawangsa. I couldn't find it. I looked everywhere. My favourite Murtabak Johor stall had a queue that I don't even dare to attempt. So in the end suffice to say I berbuka with the bibik and my youngest, Yunus (I allowed Ali to break fast with The Ex outside) with keropok lekor (influenced by DNAS), roast chicken, mango salad, air tebu and canned peaches. No thoughts of any male. No regrets.

And most importantly there were no tears.

tagged? moi?

Merci beaucoup monsieur SeaDemon for devirginizing me on this Tag thingy. Never been kissed tagged before.

5 Things In My Bag
1. My gift basket pamphlets
2. Promotional flyers from a friend's business
3. 101 80's Hits MP3 CD
4. Marks & Spencers White Peach Hand & Nail Cream
5. My leather name card holder

5 Things That Are In My Wallet
1. Very little money
2. ATM & Credit Cards
3. Claimable receipts
4. Photo IDs
5. Condom (hahahah!!!) ... NOT!!!! gotcha! Business cards of the last 5 people I met.

5 Favourite Things In My Bedroom
1. My laptop
2. My king-sized bed yang sangatlah comfy
3. A stack of my favourite magazines
4. My Chanel lipsticks
5. My furry handcuffs... NOT!!! Hehehe... I wish I had one though.

5 Things I Wish To Do
1. Inspire more people
2. Be a millionaire
3. Quit my job and start my own business
4. Be happier
5. Marry the right man (SeaDemon, I copied you... but it's true!)

5 Things That I Am Doing Now
1. Typing lor
2. Thinking about how fast time flies
3. Thinking about how proud I am of this person
4. Wondering if I'm going to survive tomorrow's puasa (hehehehe...)
5. Trying to sit up straight (I slouch!)

5 People I Would Like To Tag
1. DNAS
2. Spena
3. Guile
4. Zaza
5. Nachos - since you don't have a blog, you have to START ONE because I TAGGED YOU dammit!

an inconvenient truth

Remember the birthday party?

Here are some snapshots. I wasn't really in the mood for anything and it showed - my pics were all crappy. Plus didn't have time to shoot a lot since was too busy talking to Bade's mother. Biasala, my PR with the senior citizens has always been quite good so it was non-stop talking la for her. Yes, The Ex is Bade's cousin. THE Bade of KL Menjerit and Gangster fame. But I was so ashamed to admit that I've never watched any of his movies, except for KL Menjerit halfway.

Anyway, the birthday do is for Citra and Albab, Erma and Bade's adorable kids.

Albab in black. Citra too tiny cannot see even.

The lovely Citra.



I so envy Umie Aida's body. Altho you can't really see in this pic.

Lolly the Clown - Ali is secretly terrified of this monster. So is her mom.

My little Ali Potter.

And I should really go to bed right now - it's way past my bedtime. And the bed seems so big, empty and cold.

Hahah. Just my attempt at a sob story for you guys...