Wow, We Made It To Klang!

So, the Wicked Pitches made it to Klang... 2007, Baby! And we didn't even have to bring our visas along. Or passports. Or whatnot :) The hall, located in the really sexy and glitzy Centro building, was very very impressive. Sam even took pictures of the loo, he was so impressed :D Hehehe.

I'm not gonna captionize these. It was a big hall, it was full of people, and it went fairly okay. 'nuff said :)







Most of the pictures were taken on Mimi's camera. So... these are the best I can come up with. Plus camwhoring photos of the hubby and I.... :)

Okie, time to log off. Gotta piano lesson in 20 minutes :D

Gwen @ Stadium Putra

So...here's a recap from last night. I was on assignment for Kakiseni's Tembak Shots... the assignment? To check out just how many malays and malaysians had a problem with our disintegrating morality...

1. I really hadn't planned on going.
   
2. Apparently, Fate had other designs on my karma...
   
3. I went. To take pictures. Of protesters... who never turned up. Duh.
   
4. Maybe these guys were the reason why they didn't :p
   
   
   
   
5. I was there from 5:30pm. Read that. FIVE THIRTY PM!! Malaysians just don't know how to party anymore :(
   
6. I got approached 5 times by the Hotlink people... this is me and Cathy after about the 4th time...
   
   
   
7. To prove I was already bored, and that I was there really early...here's me and my timestamp:
   
   
   
   
8. What I call the M&M suite...fuck me, it was super-boring waiting for protesters to appear. I even went up to one RELA dude to ask if anything had happened before I'd arrived. RELA didn't know anything either. Duh, man. So, boredom spate = silly pic.
   
   
   
   
9. I saw BART SIMPSON!!! *hums the SpiderPig theme song...in public*
   
   
   
   
10. Time passed (slowly)...so I took more inane pictures. On this night, Ma Nature lost to the Hotlink Moons...
    
    
    
    
11. Organizers were chumps. There were LONG LINES outside and it was already 8:45. Hello? Concert starts @ 8:30!! I bumped into Amelia and family, who apparently was in line early, but had to skip to another line because when they got to the entrance, they were told they were in the wrong line. Hello...when the line is so damned long, who can see where the right entrance is? Especially when the signs are so small. Duh :p
    
    
    
    
12. The stadium, filling up... tickets were by no means sold out, and being cheap, most everyone was sitting in the upper tiers. Me, I wasn't there for fun, and truthfully, I really wanted to stay home and play Sims 2.
    
    
    
    
13. Malaysians are downloaders. Of which I am one... but since we mostly download hits, half the concert went over the heads of most everyone. C'mon, people! Go bone up on your stars before you catch them in action! Check this one out, taking videos and recording the action...
    
    
    
    
14. The picture I took to prove I was there...*sigh*... by the way, security and staff were standing next to me. Nobody stopped me taking this picture, in spite of the signs they posted up. If they'd intended a proper security check, they should've started letting people in earlier... as it was, one dude in front of me actually smuggled in his CAMERA. As I was told my phone cam wouldn't be confiscated, I felt free to take (and publish) this picture. But mostly, I will add, I took pictures of what our dear old Malaysians were up to... as per my assignment :)
    
    
    
    
    
    
15. Hubby got to watch Gwen's Wind It Up with me via 3G... go, Maxis!! :D
    
16. I went home after the second song of the encore. Cuz I'm old and lame that way.

Intense!!!

So... I've been taking advantage of the complimentary PT sessions that come with signing up at the new gym. I hooked up with a rather interesting character, and after my physical assessment, he threatened me with 2 hours straight of intense weight sessions.

I scoffed lah, because. Hey. I watch the telly and do my weights and I can happily veg out a couple of hours doing it, ya? I told him that I could do it as long as I had something to occupy my mind. After all... boredom is just boring. Ya know?

Today, I turned up for our session about 15 minutes late (through no actual fault of my own, but as I had with me two little girls needing a baby sitter, I had to wait for the gym to provide a nanny while they were in the nursery...), and he swung me right into leg presses.

Wow.

Jelly legs. 4 sets, 20 reps each, ascending weight regime. Which basically means... I start out with a light weight, repeat 20 times of either lifting, pressing, curling, etc.... and then when I end a set, he ups the weight ante. Fuck me. It was hell, mostly on my knees.

And after that, it only got worse. Because I was late, I ended up doing my arm-workouts myself. Mostly. Major ouchness. OUCH.

I've got two very weak points in my body. Knee joints, and delts. Otherwise, I think I'm okay. As it is, my body isn't sore, so that's a huge plus. But I wobbled and tottered about for 2 hours after my workout, so it was a good one :)

SoulDoc and Whye Mun had a classical recital at the Wei Ling Art Gallery. Proceeds were to go to the SPCA. It was awesome, but I missed a good half of it because I was the designated Front Of House'er, and people were still trickling in at 9pm. I tucked into the sandwiches as Whye Mun wrapped up the show, and then took Da Doll to Delicious in Bangsar Village for supper.

Okay. Another unprecedented event, but I do believe I'm going to turn in before 3am tonight. The workout is such a miracle on my sleeping inclinations :)

The obsession began...yonks (literally!) ago.

I wandered in, and there they sat! The exact same color as the ones I own now, although I must admit I'd had my heart set on the turquoise blues. I slipped my feet in...and they felt like heaven!

I stared at the price tag....RM1988!! I'm a poor girl. Where do I find RM1988 for shoes, puhleeze?!?! And so, I gave up the idea of owning thems preciousssssnessessss....

However, circumstances arranged themselves...the cosmos acted in my favor, and the Great Malaysian Sale (Part 2) did it's part in kicking the hefty price tag down 60%...

KARMA!!! :)

After a quick consult with my Financial Advisor and the canny plan she cooked up to lessen my guilt for splurging on something as ridiculous as pricey sandals, I was on my way to the store with a wad of cash in my wallet.

I walked in, and was greeted by a smiley (non-judgmental) salesgirl. I tag on that non-judgmental bit, because in my vast experience, people like me are not the norm in pricey boutiques. And the sales reps are never afraid to let me know it :p

To be sure of my decision, I opted to try everything they had on in the store (footgear-wise). However, 5 pairs of shoes later, my feet unanimously voted on these. I know they don't look like much, but they are so damned COMFY. I bought a pair of Fiorucci sandals with kitten-heels, and my feet got so swollen, and the leather chaffed so bad, I was in pain for 2 weeks.

These just flat out did it for me. Not to mention, after doing some price comparisons online, I learned that the shoe model also shares a name with my daughter, that Net-A-Porter has sold out on these, and that they were going at GBP255, that they're the last pair on sale, and they're in MY size....and the sales lady gave it to me at 70% off because of it. HOW COOL IS THAT?!

Love!!! The cosmos loves my fat arse, I can tell you that. Best of all, when I sms'd hubby to consult with him the wisdom in buying shoes with a price tag matching a kenduri bill... well. The darling man laughed and told me to splurge on myself.

UNPRECEDENTED, OKAY?!?!?! :)

And....here they are! Pics and pics!

The little printed card that comes in the box.

Note that I laugh at the care instructions...
I can't even take care of myself, much less
my goods :p Yeesh.

My babies! Awwww..... :)

Hmm...don't ask me about the woman on that

noir sheet in the background. It's the wrapper
for the box. At least she's got a fold'ie back.
Skinny models = unrealistic.

The Fruit Don't Fall Far...

Dear ole dad... if you think my humor is whacked, you should meet my dad.

I was describing to my niece and her friend that the smell outside our window was composting rabbit poop. Her grimace was mild, but my dad was grinning wickedly in the background.

"It's more than rabbit poop... I added in...chicken shit!" he announced with relish.

My niece's grimace was a wonder to behold. She asked "how do you get chicken shit??" and I jumped right in. I mean, that's a question that requires a stupid answer, right?! I mean... right?!?!

"Well, first. He goes to the abbattoir with a pan, which he slips under the chicken as it is being slaughtered. I mean, everyone knows the bowels will loosen when something dies, and ...*whoop!*... instant chicken shit..."

My dad was grinning dementedly in the background, and I realized right then and there... he would have said something to that effect if I hadn't jumped in first.

Which makes me wonder if I didn't get my sense of humor straight off the crazy ole block(head), haha :)

Doldrums...

Dunno why, but there they are. The doldrums.

Update: Bored, tired, recovering from food poisoning... (Ooooh, my aching tummy....)

And I got no life, ergo no news. *weep!*