what we did on a 3-day weekend

This entry lacks substance. I just wanted to kill time. Killing other things would just be... too messy.

Thank God for Buddhists, yesterday was a holiday.

I'm kinda unsure about this three-day weekend deals.. yeah it's nice to have a public holiday on either a Friday or a Monday... But it's definitely bad for my body (ie. pigging out sessions) and also mental health.

Why do I say mental health? That's because three day weekends are so wonderful that on the third day, it's like losing someone you love. You just can't let go on the third day, knowing that the next day you'll have to be up early to be in the office. So on the evening of the third day I will be the nastiest of all creatures, mood-wise. And whoever that's closest to me will bear the brunt la.. in this case, The Diver.

Oh well, since this is a substance-less entry, let's get it on with the things I did over the three day weekend...

On Saturday nite we had a pot luck supper at Aiz's cool place, Lima Puluh Satu or limapuluhsatu (mana satu ni Aiz?). Didn't know that it's also a birthday do for Aiz, whose birthday is on Thursday 22nd May. Happy Birthday, KAKAK!!!!

No one else will be able to match this... tiny cake, but cut with such drama....

On Sunday afternoon, while I was lounging with The Diver, had a chat with Gemgem on YM over where to go for food.. I told him The Diver and I are going to Raju's, then Gemgem said why don't we go to Ipoh. Ipoh, boleh? There was a moment where JB was also mentioned... but it was already 2 pm then... we'd thought it's a tad bit too late. Finally after a few minutes of our YM discussion, Gemgem said he'll treat us to seafood dinner at Unique Seafood, PJ. Yeay!

Drooling... drooling...

Kam Heong Alaskan Spider Crab... made us kam...

I can GUARANTEE you oysters are not aphrodisiacs... (kenapakah aku sangat bitter?)

We had other dishes, grouper fish, alaskan crab cooked in butter and cream, asparagus... but i'm too lazy to steal the pics from The Diver's Facebook. After that seafood dinner we adjourned to K3J for our little soiree of chitchats and post dinner happy drinks.

Since we missed Raju's on Sunday, and everyone knows a banana-leaf craving MUST be fulfilled, or you will be permanently thinking about it every second of the day, The Diver took me to Raju's. Freshly fried roe, fried squid rings with crispy onion slices, fried ikan kerisi....... and mango lassi to top it all off. The curry doesn't taste the same anymore, something lacking... I prefer Nirwana Maju's curry better. But of course, it was a lovely lunch nonetheless because it was with my Diver... (barf Aiz, barf!)

SD, we need to go there this weekend.

By the way, my food pics (except of the prawns) are all The Diver's. So if we breakup nampaknya semua gambar2 ni akan diambil semula, or he might sue me over some copyright infringement shit. Please pray that we don't.

OK done, I'm gonna take a shower and check out my new flabs...

the only good pink thing right now is sirap bandung

"Siti rasa bangga la setelah menang dalam pilihanraya...yang lain-lain tu biarlah rahsia..." Yes, she and Siti probably possess the same IQ level.

I am going to bertanding in the next General Election.

I just need to add more blond streaks, join Puteri UMNO (I might be over the age limit, can someone check? tapi kalau gi botox sikit mesti boleh tukar umur), lose another 4 kgs, screw one or two Datuks, bat my false eyelashes at KJ, get a boob job (yes SD, this is the reason WHYYYY) and say this during my campaign:

"Assalamualaikum, nama saya Datuk so-and-so, undilah Barisan Nasional. BYEEE!!!!"

Makcik in green: "Did she ever finish high school?"

Because in a freaking nutshell, that was what Noraini Ahmad, Ketua Bimbo Pink Kaler, could muster in her campaign speeches in the last General Election. My sister, Zaza, who was back from Japan for her break had the privilege to see Noraini make a fool out of herself in March.

That was all Noraini could say. Vote for me, vote BN. Itu pun orang tak dengar, because my sister said suara dia macam semut.

I'm a very forgiving person. If you're an idiot, you can make up for it in a lot of ways. Trust me ok, I'm not that smart but I have a lot of defence mechanisms that I use in the office, some people think I'm a genius.

Guy in red baju melayu: "Oh boy, all my years of hard work serving the community and here I am standing next to this loser in pink yang tak pernah balik kampung. What an insult."

Ms Noraini, maybe you can brush up on your people skills for a start. I was there when the election results were announced for her constituency, Parit Sulong. Everyone was all edgy, knowing that the Opposition was making headway in certain states. Oh yeah she was edgy too, edgy and on the phone and SMSing and so oblivious of the fact that SHE is one of the electoral candidates. Kampungfolks were looking at her, her scrawny figure in baju kurung, tudung-clad, porcelain complexion. She was all pretty-pretty and so not ready to become the MP for Parit Sulong.

When the results were announced, BN supporters cheered, everyone in the school hall hugged each other, patted each other's backs, some shed tears. My mother personally thanked everyone who helped with the campaigning -for their time, support, blood, sweat and tears. But Ms Noraini was just there shaking hands, lending out a fake-ass smile. I just looked at her in disbelief. Not a word of thanks to her supporters. This here, is the Puteri UMNO President, behaving like an imbecile. She absolutely has no people skills, no sense of etiquette and .... basically she has no common sense at all.

And lo and behold, Pak Lah made her Deputy Minister of Human Resources. Like, hello????? Aku rasa lagi baik letak Paris Hilton. At least she pretends to act more stupid than she actually is, and make tons of dough out of that.

Thank god I'm not the only one who thinks Noraini's an idiot. A better read would be here.

And Noraini also said this in his speech during last year's UMNO General Assembly:

"Justeru, suka Puteri menyarankan supaya diwujudkan garis panduan lebih jelas mengenai apa yang boleh dan tidak boleh disiarkan menerusi laman web serta laman blog dengan satu peraturan ditetapkan mengenai tindakan tegas yang boleh diambil jika melanggar peraturan berkenaan."

WHAT THE....???

And if you read the whole text of the speech, she was taking every simplistic solution to every issue there is in this country. Kids go missing, blame the parents. Use every act there is on the face of the earth ISA, OSA, apekebendanya act entah to combat rumor-mongering. Stop TV stations from promoting reality TV shows that ask viewers to SMS - that is unethical. That's Noraini in a nutshell for you.

Well my take on all this is: SCRAP THE WHOLE PUTERI UMNO THINGY. If we do not have enough intelligent women to be in this organisation, why waste the effort, time and money.

Will Puteri UMNO just close shop already!

get a barf bag ready

It's Sunday night. Always a sobering moment.

Let me tell you a story about The Diver and I. Cuz I do hear things on the grapevine about our relationship, and some people who read my blog that find it outrageous that I'm dating him. Such deviltry, according to some. Why? Because The Diver used to date an online friend of mine.

So let's explore this unwritten rule that you shouldn't date your friend's ex.

The Diver broke up with his ex girlfriend in December 2007. Oh no, not a breakup. He was dumped, in a rather ugly way, but that's just my own humble opinion. His ex, who is my online friend, The Diver and I became friends sometime in September. And we first met at a buka puasa do at my place last year.

The Diver and I have always been platonic friends. Even after his breakup. The only times we were in contact was casual Hi's through YM, a teh tarik session and a lunch with a mutual friend. That's about it.

And he'd drop comments on this blog, most of the times teasing about the stupid crush I had on his dad. Crush, people, bukan infatuation ke apa ke ok.

There was never an iota of attraction - physical or emotional between him and I. When he was down in the dumps after the breakup, I was not even there for him. Well occassionally we'd say hi on YM and he'd tell me how he felt, and I'll just go .. "oh... hang in there, things are gonna get better". That's about it.

I wanted to reach out, but I didnt. God knows how bad I wanted to reach out because of the sorry state that he was in. Reason number one, I had my own set of demons to deal with. Reason number two, I don't want to be there for my friend's ex. I'm a single mother - I get shit all the time. I didn't want to be that woman who offers a shoulder to cry on to someone that is in such a vulnerable state. Because whatever happens after that, I'll be the bitch that's the talk of the town.

It went on that way... until I hosted Burger Nite in early March, 11th of March if I'm not mistaken. It was the first time that we'd met since November 2007.

It was funny. The moment I saw him, I felt so happy. So relieved that he was still smiling, after his devastating breakdowns end of 2007. And throughout the night, we were so comfortable with each other. The comfort level between both of us were just, amazing. Amazing - for lack of a better word. I didn't even noticed that we both were so at ease with each other.

Three days later, we went out on a date. And the rest, they say, is history.

So, NO, betches, I didn't steal The Diver from my online friend. He broke up in December, we went out in March. So, mamat ni dah habis eddah OK.

And no, it's not weird going out with a friend's Ex. If the friend is not a best friend (like an online friend), I think it would be OK. I wouldn't recommend going out with your best friend's Ex though. Now that can be quite.... EERIE.

I'm not justifying this to anyone. I just needed something sensational to write about. And The Diver can't call me chicken anymore after this.

SeaDemon, you are Chicken.

ini blog makan (and i mean it)

So as Nor suggested, I should put up an entry with this title... I've planned on this entry since yesterday but of course didn't have time...

Four days of no-work is bad.

Having friends who love to eat is bad.

Having the habit of SMS-ing them "Watcha up to tonite (or Watper beb - in jockspeak)? Want to come over for dinner?" is bad.

Going out with someone who will always satiate your food craving no matter how crazy it is, is bad.

Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls... I present you.... 4 days of non-stop bingeing...

Thursday 1 May 2008

Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri on Labour Day

Making up for last Raya...

I had a crappy Raya last year, and so did The Diver. The Diver's Raya was crappier I suppose, since he spent it gatecrashing people's house for Raya meals. At least I get to eat my Briani Gam. So when we were at The Mall we spotted this ketupat stall that had all types of ketupat (ketupat beras, daun palas with and without the kacang, and lemang) there was an instant silent consensus in our greedy brains that we should have a Ketupat Nite... So we did!

Rendang Limpa or Spleen Rendang - somehow the English translation is off-putting...

Rendang Daging, oh so yummy

Photographer looks damn garang, man...

Finito.. empty glasses... kenyang face...

Friday 2 May 2008

Day-Trippin' 320 KM for Ikan Bakar

The Diver cum Driver

The Happy Passengers.. whoop dee doooo

The Chilli Crab and Black Pepper Crab

This is gluttony at its ultimate. The Diver, Gemgem, Dalie, Renek and I went on a food trip to JB - Tip Top Ikan Bakar at Tepian Tebrau. We were supposed to leave KL at 2 pm but due to foreseen circumstances (memang dah boleh foresee punya) we left at about 4.30 pm after two food stops - one at Haji Samuri Sate and the other at McDonalds. We had ikan pari bakar, kerang bakar, sotong goreng tepung, black pepper crabs, chilli crabs, lala, fried char koi, sotong kangkong... and the one and only... Ice Jelly (my favourite dessert since 1985).

The Ice Jelly - sea coconut, soursop, maraschino cherry, fruit cocktail, calamansi, shaved ice on a base of translucent jelly... Heaven on earth!

After dinner, we had drinks at Hyatt, because that's the closest place we can drive to - because we were all like beached whales so cannot la drive so far... Watched a crappy live band whose keyboardist/guitarist looked like Temenggung Jugah. Left JB at around 1 am and arrived in KL in the wee hours of the morning, just in time for breakfast... :P

Saturday 3 May 2008

Sushi Nite Encore

I was doing a bit of can-arranging in my kitchen and saw a tiny can of wasabi powder, half a bottle of already mixed Jap vinegar, some nori sheets (a bit masuk angin, but still delish ok..), and half a pack of Calrose rice. So I told our Sushi Guru, Spena to drop by and roll it up a bit... She needed a break from her apartment-painting anyways... Besides lip-smacking sushi we also had Pecal (with gravy straight from Bandung mind you), Corned Beef Fried Rice, Chicken, Salmon and Dory Teriyaki. Yum. Yeah, the Pecal macam tak jive sangat la but what the hey...

Corned Beef Fried Rice, The Diver's Specialty

Pecal, with gravy all the way from Bandung

Salmon, Dory and Chicken Teriyaki

Sunday 4 May 2008
Little Penang Kafe @ The Curve, revisited

Spooning at Little Penang

The delectable Rojak

Last year in November, The Diver, Spena and I had lunch here. The gathering of the depressed I think it was called. Hahah. So on Sunday we had our little lunch there, at the same little cafe, where we had lunch as forlorn friends about 6 months back... Also, when I was 4 kgs slimmer.. :P

Curry Laksa... oh yummmm

The Diver had Curry Laksa, which was sooooo good and not too cloyingly lemak. And I get to wallop his prawns... I had Rojak which was equally good. Both of us had Otak Otak after that... those were just OK, I still prefer the Thai ones at my office food court's. But anyway, it was a lovely lunch and of course, the loveliest company a girl could ever ask for (Ayu and Aiz are barfing blood right at this very moment but what the hey...)

And yes, we're planning another Sushi Nite on Saturday and it's Yunus' Birthday Bash as well... when will this ever end...

ini bukan blog jiwang

... so I have to put up another posting as soon as I possibly could *blush*

OK, OK, OK, now, tell me...

How am I supposed to reply when this guy that I know, Facebook-messaged me: "Watper beb?"

If I was younger, I would've brushed off the sheer lack of finesse and replied, "Hey you, I'm good. Wanna go out for drinks later?" Because this guy is a hunk yang sangat lah delish. Don't even get me started on how he looks because this entry will end up as a porn entry if I do.

But, HELL NO! Not now baby. In fact, come to think of it, even if I was in college I wouldn't have even entertained those kinda greetings. High school, maybe.

I feel so insulted. Hoi jock, I am a freaking Notre Dame graduate in International Relations (minoring in Art History and Theology) with two semesters on the Dean's List (let's just not mention to the Probation status ok, because I can plead temporary insanity to all of that). And this guy KNOWS all that. How dare you watper-beb me????!!! How dare you?

Ye lah, I might not have a political blog or one that discuss serious global issues, but my daily read are the Financial Daily and Malaysian Reserve. I recite Kahlil Gibran out loud when I'm down and read Neruda's poems when I'm alone in bed. And no, I don't read Mangga or URTV, or become a fan club member of some budak hingusan Akademi Fantasia unlike someone's bimbo wife.

And can you believe it, the guy who actually did the watper-beb is actually MY AGE, and of course a US grad. Maybe he watched too much Beavis & Butthead and came back and befriended a bunch of Keramat Mat Rempits. Cuz he sure acts like a hybrid of those two things. Hey, I adored Beavis & Butthead okay - "I am the Great Cornholio! I need teepee for my bunghole!!!!" But come on la, at 34???? Get real. Get a life.

You may think I'm such a snotty betch for freaking out over something as petty as this. Yeah, yeah.. so what if you graduate from Harvard or Yale or universiti kat Sintok tu... But I am far from being snotty. This is not the only time that he's insulted me. Let me tell you something ok, instead of watper beb, this guy's idea of asking me out on a date is to call me up and say:

Jock: Watsup beb? Watper malam ni? Yeah, baby...

Me: Nothing much. Why?

Jock: Lepak jom? Yeah, baby...

Me: Kat mana? (I didnt say kat manerrrr ok, I said kat mana)

Jock: Jom ah, kita gi Craven. Malam ni Arsenal playing. I see you there. Yeah, baby...

Me: Err, who else is there?

Jock: Ada la kawan-kawan I lagi 5-6 orang... Yeah, baby...

First of all, aku tak tengok bola la, bangsat. The only sports I watch are tennis and basketball (because I had a big time crush on John Starks of the NY Knicks and Pat Riley - the hottest coach EVER). And he KNOWS that. Secondly, you have 5-6 other guys there, and I'm the only girl! Nak jadi mangsa gang-bang ke aku ni? Or I'll just sit there with my mouth agape while they talk football. Hello???? And third, kalau ye pun aku nak kena jadi gang-bang victim, at least have the courtesy to pick me up at my place la. Hopeless jock.

Well in the end, I left his watper-beb at that. I didn't reply. Why should I? I have this cultured, intelligent, caring, sophisticated, funny, attractive Old Boy that I'm seeing....

OK enough, ini bukan blog jiwang...

my saviour

But it was The Diver who actually rescued me...

Exactly seven days after my rescue, we had the most wonderful dinner together in the clouds, just us. And I realized then, at that very moment how much he meant to me, how special he made me feel and how no one else has ever touched this bruised heart the way he has.

And I don't even need to hear him say anything.

Just his smile. That's more than enough to get me through the day.

note to self

1. Keep yourself hydrated. Drink more water - and no, no coffee. It has never been your libation of choice until last year, remember? Remember when it used to give you headaches? Coffee is bad. Period.


2. Carbs are bad. Remember when you use to take only one carb meal a day? WHOLEMEAL, no whites. Remember that everytime you order your turkey sandwich at SF Coffee.


3. Don't let your mind wander before bed. Stop thinking about the stupid timeline that you have to do, the post-mortem reports, the phone calls that you didn't make today... Or whether or not you've burst the budget of your last event...


4. Take deep breaths. You always feel better after that. Remember how you used to do that every day... Deeeeepppp breathsssssss.... Your cubicle seems much more nicer after that. And your STAROBA boss suddenly doesn't seem that bad either.


5. Learn to love unconditionally. Not all men are bastards. Only ones that are attracted to you are.


6. Don't be swayed by the aroma of the Nasi Kukus Ayam Kampung Goreng when you go down to the food court during lunch time today.
   
7. Somebody loves you more than life itself. Please promise yourself to take good care of him because his heart is not bubble-wrapped.

Some days, I just need to be reminded.