Ramblings of a Rabid Reader...?

I've only traveled the world...the galaxy....the universe in my mind. Through the works of various writers (and no, Janet... none of them what I would term "intellectual"), whose texts overflow the confines of my tiny bedroom, I am a bona-fide world traveler.

Traveling is a cumbersome undertaking, requiring preparation, certification, thought and cash. Wads and wads of liquid assets. WADS! So it would be nice to be able to just pack up a small backpack with the essentials and head off. Something I plan on doing if I ever get to visit Aleeza in L.A. *peers at Aleeza in case she's reading this :D*

Wonder if I could smuggle myself onboard some ocean-liner heading towards her direction. I wouldn't have to worry about a visa or even a passport... only about being deported, and of course, finding a proper loo for the month on sea...

Hmm...

I'll admit it sounds funner (NOT!!!)... but I think I'll do it properly all the same, thanks.

Anyways, I'm just eager to see hubby... will post more on my trip out later :)

Souped to the MAX...

No, not talking about cars here...zomg!!! I had the midnight munchies in a BIG way. So... since I'm supposed to be watching what I put into my (gigantic) belly, I thought of soup. But, hold the phone there! We're out of good ole Campbell's... and I was having a MAJOR craving for soup...

Rummaged in the frig... geez. The veggie crisper's actually stocked, yah? Dunno what m'dad's been on, but he's been marketing. Wow! I found chinese lettuce... so peeled off one leaf. One. Leaf. And grabbed a carrot I suspect was meant for the bunny (sorry Hopper luv!!) and found in the root basket red onions, cloves of garlic, and potatoes.

So... chopped up the pitiful leaf, made little carrot wheels which I halved and set to soak clean. Peeled a potato with a knife not meant for peeling (I was a wee bit afraid I'd slice off a digit with that knife), cubed an onion and smashed up some garlic.

It's not really a big meal. Seriously. The one potato wouldn't have done as much damage as a plate of maggi goreng with the requisite telur mata kerbau, french fried and soggy with week-old oil. I didn't even use a large potato, but a medium-sized one.

But, in my zeal, I had thrown in roughly 2 liters (I suspect it was closer to three liters...) of water, and I felt duty bound to finish it. That much water, plus the two glasses of unflavored H2O, is the reason that I'm now wide awake and sitting up, unable to get horizontal as is my habit, with my book.

Whoa... right after washing up, I was dashing for the loo... that much water, okay?! :p Hahahahaha...!!!

Anyway, I think I'm going to play the Sims 2 some more. I'm way too full to lie down.

But I just want to clarify... it's MOSTLY WATER! (I keep telling myself that, I won't feel so bad about indulging, hehe) :D

Out of Sync

Just recently, I was told not to judge a person (based on whatever they were exuding to make me appear judgmental, I guess?) as I reckon I must've acted as prissy and unlike myself as I could be.

Odd, that. I had the thought that the person (who had told me to not judge people) would probably not have my problem, being an essentially nicer person, and one who (rumor has it) was once promised to the service of God...

I have no actual point, nor defense. I don't believe I was being judgmental, but I know I was a lot less of me, that I'd ever been. If that makes any sense.

I guess, as I get older...no, I can't use that excuse, it doesn't fly. Lol! I've always been somewhat tactless, and a lot less restrained than I ought to be. Anyway, I thought I handled myself quite tactfully, although I have to say, I was bursting at the seams with good (and restrained!) behavior!

There are seasons, shall we say, where I lose my balance both emotionally and socially. It's a deuced pain in the flaming arse, and the only cure for it is enforced isolation. So help me, God... I need to get away again. Regain some balance, regain some tact :p

And of course, am missing the spousie-unit. It's amazing how much more calm and centered I feel when the hubby is around. I guess he really is overdue to return home and help me find myself again. Here's to praying he gets his fine ass back home, and soon!!!

Photos for the Blahs...

It occurs to me when one walks around with an N73, more photos should be snapped on the fly, no?

Anyways, it's 20 minutes past Easter (give or take a minute or three :p) and I've had the blahs just about the whole past week. WM threw a birthday party (for herself) at Jarrod & Rawlins where I encountered these:

*EDIT = I stand corrected. Whye Mun threw a birthday party in appreciation of her friends and not for herself, save one ingrate (read: ME! :D) who insists the sentence up there was not a reflection of the utter pathetic'ness of someone throwing a party for herself, but simply poor usage of the english language :p














Rather than try to figure out why it won't stick to the saved version of these pins in a vertical position, I shall go with WM...and say: "I saw her shoes and ran her over so I could take a picture of her HAWT legs"

Those sandals are beyond "Fuck Me Heels"...those are officially "Tie Me Up, Fuck me, and SPANK ME Heels"....n'est ce pas? ;)

Anyways, that was last night...well, technically, the night before last. And yesterday evening (we're being technical... :p) I was having a major attack of the Blahs... so got Callie online, and made a date to stuff my face with Pavlova from DELIcious in Bangsar Village...

Whipped out my N73 and took these while driving...in order of the journey :D















From the University Hospital exit onto the Federal, my view of our own "Golden Arches"... I take photos while speeding down a highway, which goes to show I probably do have some sort of deathwish. Or something :p No, lets not think about it...
















Another photo that prefers lying down, for some damned reason :p Up Pantai Hill to get to Bangsar Village. Loved the yellow lines, the only bright spot in a generally blah and overcast evening. Cal commented on the raindrops on my windscreen... yeah, so it was cuz of those raindrops we chose to eat at Delicious, cuz otherwise I woulda opted for South Pac in PJ State :D















Aaaaand down the hill. Is that sky just depressing or what? :p I think I was weaving all over the road at that point, and I just couldn't be arsed to give two shits :p Good thing it's a Sunday and traffic was...almost non-existent.
















Aaaand that was taken while stopped at the traffic light at the corner of BV... weather's still blah and grey and depressing as heck. Thank God for Pavlova, calamari fritti and Starbucks ;) But to cap my mood, I returned to my car after my coffee to find that the birds had used my car for target practice :p Oh well, to the carwash it goes first thing tomorrow :)

Gig et al

So...it came to pass that I sang...and all went well. For there was but a grain of doubt that it would not. But it did. So rejoice! Let the spirit soar free with exuberance, Hallelujah!!! :) *Despite Sun's insistence on me wearing my red Celia Loe, I went with the RM30 dress from FOS. With my Nine Wests.




And such love was there for the success of my venture, that I rode forth and bought....

THAT! ---->



I dunno, but the orange color just screamed "Take me! Take me to have and to hold, through rain or shine, TAKE ME!" What's a girl to do, huh? Of course my poor little heart couldn't take its agonized cries of pain and loneliness, sitting unappreciated on the shelf. Heh heh heh.

Ooooo!!!

This post used to contain a picture of Johnny Depp.... :(

Ooo...piiictures!

Because I can! :) Thanks, Naz for the pics. Hehehe :)

"Omigod, what is he wearing?!?!"
Truth to tell, I don't recall what we were looking at. I
think I was just emoting for the cam, cuz I'm a ho' that way ;)

Cak! I kepo'd in between... so keeyute kan? Not me lah :p
Juliet and Shanon...no prizes for guessing who's who :p

Pics're from the 5th Annual BOH Cameronian Arts Awards Nominees Party (boy, what a mouthful :p) held at Alexis Ampang on the 5th of March, 2007. The theme was "Bejewelled"... I don't think people got it. Ju was right ;)

A Spot of Bitch...

So...*growl*... the past week has done nothing but serve to further my beliefs that human beings are in dire need of extermination. Well, okay... maybe a little bit of re-education would be nice (and less gory :p)...

Hit the gym yesterday (homg!!!! like, for the 2nd time in 4 days?! I fracking rule :p) and mind you, being a Sunday, the mall was packed with morons people...

Those hindsight moments, where you went "geez, *facepalm* I SHOULDA DONE THAT!!!"...? I was full of 'em yesterday.

Well, full enough leastaways :D

There was this one pruney-faced lady at the Bread Story that zipped in front of me at the line to the cashier, then ignored me and pruned her lips even further (is that even possible? It looked grotesque :p) when I exclaimed "Ex-cuuuse me!"

Then right after that (what, they breed idiots in dark and musty corners of popular malls don't they :p I'm just showing my in-bred wannabe roots by professing my amazement and ignorance that such human beings exist... to antagonize me, no less!!) I almost missed a ride up in the lift because this Malay girl with delusions to caucasianism (she had amber contacts and blond-mascara'ed eye-lashes to match her honey blonde hair :p) saw me dash for the lift, and hit the door-close button.

I managed to hit the call button in time, and the doors reopened for me. At that moment, I gave her the benefit of the doubt for maybe not seeing me, and settled myself at the back of the lift. She manned the panels, and attempted to go the lower ground floor by repeatedly stabbing the LG button (the lift was already headed up)...

One floor up, the door slid open, and two girls with a loaded trolley were waiting outside to get in. And I saw her!! Saw that brain-dead, blonde-WANNABE, inbred, SHIT-FOR-BRAINS moron stab the door-close button! Oh man!! I gave an exclamation (which incidentally involved the name of God...but hopefully not in vain :p) and had to dash forward to get the doors to re-open, and shot her a look of total bloody disgust.

She rolled her blonde eyelashes at me, and then refused to look at me the whole trip up to the 4th floor. Oh, you irritating piece of humanity :p

So, ok. Get this... This is the part where the hindsight kicks in. I recall wishing that I'd actually whipped out my 3.2MP Carl Zeiss optics phone-cam, and snapped pics of those irritating morons animals women... and then posted up their pics to go along with this rude post :D

I figured, if I'd started this though, I might someday (and likely soon) see my face with a rude caption attached to it on someone else's blog... so we'll let this one lie for now until I can keep my nose totally clean :)

My Crazy Friend and Other Tales....

Bonjour. Je perds mon esprit. Avez-vous un filet que je peux emprunter ? Merci beaucoup.


What do you get when two gals, one a self-professed Fashion Guru...the other an anti-social diva wannabe (but in truth more like a bimbo par excellance...), get together? In Bangsar?

They trot around Bangsar in the wee hours of the morning, discussing the fashion in the window displays, having an impromptu hair-styling session (in the middle of the pedestrian walkway...no cars mah, can lah! :p), and taking these:~





If yer thinking those are my legs, I laugh at you! Ha-ha-HA!!!

No, my legs haven't seen a razor in at least a year... and my one leg makes those two legs put together. True yah?

Anyways, we lepak'd at La Bodega first, where I met Danny Boy...drunk out of his ever-lovin' mind. Kakaka. Then SoulDoc and I did the walking like a jakun thing... et voila!...stupid pictures :)

I have to say...those are luverly sandals :)

Since then, I have flubbed up the one song I sang at the Cammie Nominee Party 2006/07, draped my selendang around anything that wasn't moving at that point of time while I was within a half foot radius at said party, bought a new pair of (not fashionable at all, but oh-so-comfy!!> NB's... (me mum is a reknown chucker. She chucks what isn't nailed in place when the mood strikes her k :p)...and celebrated Ju's b'day with lunch at RumahKu with the KS gang. And bulldozed my way into judging for this year....

That's right lah, where got so conceited one. Bulldozed. That's me. I'm such a bully who just enjoys throwing my weight around *cough*...that's a lot of weight, kan? :)

Anyways, I've been thinking it really isn't a good year at all for Snakes...

I've whumped my car into those barrier bar things at the toll (I swear, my TNG thinger beeped, the bar was up...when I drove...it came down on me suddenly!)... and my cat's gone for good.

BAWL!.....

So terribull.

Anyways, it's been eventful. I've pretty much made an ass of myself lately, so I think I'm going to hibernate for the next couple of months. Years. Decades. We'll see :p

How the HECK should I know? :p

To elaborate on that rather rude title...

Someone asked me (on Skype) last night where she could find a great place to hang out and listen to Jazz music. Of course, I didn't reply with "How the HECK should I know?! :p" and I certainly wasn't thinking it at the time... but it occurs to me..... (naturally, 24 hours later...which sort of speaks for itself just how fast my thought processes work these days :p).....that this is further proof that I'm really old.

It's true. I don't know where people hang out these days. For the love of pete, I haven't the foggiest where to locate Luna Bar :p Yes, yes. I can Google it. Finding it in theory isn't a problem.

HOW-EVAH!

I've never set foot in it. Most likely don't intend to. And by the way, I've turned into a commuter. One of those drones who gets into their cars, homes in on a pre-programmed destination, and then turns around and aims for home again.

Ugh. Squared. Literally :p

Sunday (technically yesterday, but really just 6 hours ago), I bailed on Zedeck's Les Miserables party. I truthfully didn't have an excuse. We didn't even have a special dinner for my Doll, whose birthday apparently falls on the same day as Zedeck's.

Somehow, the very thought of watching people imbibe in an excess of alcohol was enough to make me want to curl up under my comforter with the air-conditioning on high (or is that low...?) and snore my head off.

Thanks to wonky sleeping habits, I am now wide awake at the ungodly hour of THREE a.m, with nary an inclination to go back to sleep.

I thank my hubby for this, by the way. We started exchanging sms'... a most irritating practice, but one I have to settle for since he's in Qatar, and telephone calls are indecently expensive. Tres le sigh!! It's hard to live with a 5 hour difference. Because the difference isn't much, our sleep patterns can't jive. If this makes any sense at all to you.

I don't much care if it doesn't, I guess. It makes plenty of sense to me, and I reckon that's what usually counts the most :D

Aaaaanyways. I'm going to read. That usually puts me to sleep :)

p/s: I'd like to say that I recommended the Top Room for the purest jazz you're going to find in town. Anyone know of a better place? :)