Thursday, June 30, 2005

Pictures speak for themselves

Last weekend was Sherrie's reception, well, I didnt have the opportunity to upload them, so here goes, just in time.. Sherrie (the bride) will be back on Saturday after a week of sun, sea and ***. The two lucky devils went to Pulau Redang to celebrate their love. You see later, I did my bit of what Ms Aboo would call "Ambik berkat pengantin". Naf said. Ahhahaha... all happy faces, smiles that speaks for themselves.

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Malam berinai.. 'pengapit' wannabes

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Posing the "Kuch Kuch Hotta Hai" style

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Weih, easy Sherrie, nite is still young

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Foursome anyone?

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Ambik 'berkat pengantin'...

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Take that walk of fame girl...

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Sharon and Darren came down all the way frm S'pore

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Say 'cheese' for the camera guys

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One big happy famili

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Hey baby, our DAY will come too.. take the chill pill for now

Wednesday, June 29, 2005

Journey To Ithaca

Here's a lil something I stumbled onto whilst reading The Zahir, and man.. that's another soul searching book.

On the back cover of my book, it says:
"It begins with a glimpse or a passing thought. It ends in obsession."

I know what my Zahir is. In Paulo Coelho's case, his zahir is his long lost wife, who left him without a word. My Zahir is somewhat like that, not as lucky though.

That someone you constantly think about from the past, was once love, it's not anymore. It's an obsession you cant live without. And in your little 'dream world', far away from reality, you live with the presence of this Zahir.

Now, here, a poem from the book, thought of sharing with you guys:

Ithaca

When you set out your journey to Ithaca,
Pray that the road is long,
Full of adventure, full of knowledge,
The Lestrygonians and the Cyclops,
The angry Poseidon - do not fear them:
You will never find such as these on your path,
If your thoughts remain lofty, if a fine
emotion touches your spirit and your body.
The Lestregonians and the Cyclops,
The fierce Poseidon you will never encounter,
If you do not carry them within your soul,
If your heart does not set them up before you.

Pray that the road is long,
That the summer mornings are many, when,
With such pleasure, with such joy,
You will enter ports seen for the first time,
Stop at the Phonecian markets,
And purchase fine merchandise,
Mother-of-pearl and coral, amber and ebony,
And sensual perfumes of all kind,
As many sensual perfumes as you can,
Visit many cities,
To learn and learn from scholars.

Always keep Ithaca in your mind,
To arrive there is your ultimate goal.
But do not hurry the voyage at all.
It is better to let it last for many years;
And to anchor at the island when you are old,
Rich with all you have gained on the way,
Not expecting that Ithaca will offer you riches.
Ithaca has given you the beautiful voyage.
Without her you would never have set out on the road.
She has nothing more to give you.

And if you find her poor, Ithaca has not deceived you.
WIse as you have become, with so much experience,
You must already have understood what Ithaca mean.

Written by Constantine Cavafy (1863 - 1933)
Translated by Rae Dalven

It is not love, it is an obsession.
Think about it.

Tuesday, June 28, 2005

The Bitter Taste

There is only one significant taste in my mouth today.

The bitter taste from drugs prescribed to me by my doctor.

Tonsil hits me again.

Third time this year. The doctor said if I get it 5 times a year, I have to have my tonsils removed!

Noh!!!

Nevertheless, here I am at office for some matters, I am amazed with myself, how responsible I can be..

Truth is I dont have the heart abandon my boss's trust, even how annoying he can be at times.

Oh well, I'm calling it a day now.. I'll hit back home and enjoy what's left of my MC

Saturday, June 25, 2005

Once upon a time in Egypt


I climbed Mount Sinai of Egypt once, about four years back. Just to watch sunrise. At the same time to experience the spiritual experience Jesus felt when he ask for God's help to save his people the Jews. But of course, I was no Jesus, hence, I went for the sunrise.

We were at the foot of the mountain at 2am, and after about four hours of climbing we finally reached the mount top. I still have pictures captured as though I had the sun rising on my palms then.

The sight of sunrise was so beautiful, it was a shame, I had not anyone special then, to share this exotic of a sight with. I swear, at that point, if anyone, just even a pauper on that hill popped me THE question, I'd say 'yes' without a doubt. Yes, I was hopelessly romantic, and I believe I am still. On that hill, I manage to get into the very cave Jesus 'bermunajat' (had his intimate contact) with God. And in that lil cave, I was told that if I made a prayer, it will come true. And so, along with Sherrie and Anis, we each went into the cave, one by one to make our prayer.

Yesterday, Pres and I sat by a fountain at just about 7pm. Hand in hand. We sat quietly. Pres clossed his eyes because we both noticed, the fountain was set, so that you will hear the sound of hiss and burst. As if it were the ocean hitting the shore, and back again into the ocean. Back and forth, back and forth. If you closed your eyes, you will think you are, indeed sitting by the beach, only with the lack of stale, salty scent of the sea lingering.

As he had his eyes closed , I opened mine. I didnt want to seem weird. Suddenly, I had a flashback. The thought of Mt. Sinai came into my mind, how I longed to have 'that' moment with someone, then.. Only then did it hit me, I am here, sitting with the man I hoped for. The lil prayer to God I made. Hand in hand. Quiet. Both of us. Entertaining though. Even though we were both not talking. It is THE moment. It must be.

It was no Mt. Sinai of exotic Egypt. Neither it was a romantic sunrise.

It was just a plain fountain.
At 7pm
In KLCC (with yuppies running around)
There was no sunset (even)

It was just you and me.
Hand in hand.
Quiet.
Enjoying each other's company.

In that silence, I smiled, alone to myself. By then, Pres has opened his eyes. He looked at me, puzzled. That face asked only one question. Like I said, I can almost hear his thoughts speak to me at times. "Why are you smiling?" I need not hear it, I knew. I just said..

"Sometime ago, when you weren't around, I have hoped for a moment like this one."

It was hopelessly romantic.

Like Chucky said in his book "The Diary":
What you do not understand, you can make mean anything.

Truth is, my smile signifies my being blessful to God yesterday.

My prayer in that cave.
The prayer was destined to be answered. To be real.
Just like you, Pres.

Destined and real.

Take the drain for bliss

I figured out where all my cash went, eventhough I havent been eating rite these days:

1 - The pool tables, at least an hour every session, and every hour is 10 bucks

2 - The mad shisha-ing sessions I had earlier this month

3 - Books! I have a crave, like an itch to buy every displayed book on the "New Releases" shelf

4 - Starbucks Rumba Frappies with Expresso bits and whipped cream

I feel sinful. I need a new pair of sneakers, bcoz a friend from BM tuition when I was 17 noticed my pair this morning, he looked down and ask me, "So what happened to your shoe?"

The thing is, I think it is pretty cool having to run around with a warned out, if-your-dog-saw-this-pair-would-have-a-heartattack-from-the-look-of-it pair of shoes.

But no one understands how cool I feel, so the shoes have to go. I love it though..

Another thing I noticed, and have been noticing for the past week since I started buying nasi lemak from the van. I know, I betrayed makchik's nasi lemak, but I cant blame me, her nasi lemak gives me tummy ache. It's is so spicy. Pedas tak ingat..

Well, I noticed the guy who sells the nasi lemak. I like it when he smiles. He's pretty cute. However, that shyness I feel, I am not the only one, he shys away when I smile at him too. But he looks like he is a father of 2 at the very least. He's not fat or anything. He just looks older, but not that old. I have a crush on his nice shiny red shoes.

Yah, like as if!

He sells good nasi lemak and I decided that, that is all to it.

Funny, but.. sometimes, the things you notice, it notices you back. And that is what I call:

Chemistry

Friday, June 24, 2005

What I would give..

To have a nice decent 12 hours slumber...

It's not like I am not having enough sleep. I just feel tired these days. And bored.

Mostly because I'm bored. The five letter word, I almost hate.

I am bored at work, most of the time. And when I go home, I am worned out, knackered.

But I have a strong feeling that this tiredness come from my being restless, which comes from the boredom I feel at work.

It is unbearable.

I hate routines.

And routines are eating me, alive.

I need run, board Catch 22 to the middle of nowehere.

Just disappear.

Bermuda triangulate myself.

Thursday, June 23, 2005

I think I'm inflicted with...

The Stendhal syndrome.

He who educated me of such syndrome and now I understand. I bought the book I have been talking about, The Diary: A Novel by Chuck Palahniuk yesterday. Finally.

And I am already half way tru it. I swear, if the book was bio-degradable, I would have eaten it by now. God, he is so good. He makes me not want to sleep reading it.

I think I'm in lurve, it's not possible ait? Having to fall for someone you never met, yet so mesmerized by? To think about it, I did a check up on him, having done that, I found out that he is GAY. How heartbreaking. Chuck Palahniuk, you are one hellavu heartbreaker.

I am lost. Overwhelmed. What a beautiful piece of art his writing is... how immensely angry he made the main character sound in that book. How expressive one can get, being able to convert anger to strings of words, that make you be the book whilst reading it.

Because, you realise, you were once there.

Angry. Bitter. Cold. Almost suicidal.

Then you realise, you are dead, and there is no need of further killing yourself, because you know back home, if you literally killed yourself, you will be killing others: Mom, dad and friends who actually cares...

I lived a zombie life to keep others alive, while I was dead.

P/S: And yes, I admit it. I am STUCK IN THAT MOMENT, so sue me!

Wednesday, June 22, 2005

Taking a look for a second or two

Lately, I felt an unaccomplishment in life.

It has got nothing to do with God's blessings. For once I thought real deep, and for the first time, I am accepting myself to be blamed.

I would not say lack of opportunity, it was me who did not see it knocking.

And this accepting my weakness, yes, New Woman, you are right.. everyone has one (at least)

It is my weakness, at least I know what's mine. Hence I can correct it.

I do not wish for time to be turned back. For once I learnt not to blame God.

Instead, I do want to face the future in the way I should. Because, some things are best done unplanned. A spur of the moment kinda thing.

This is probably one of it.

Gutt feeling, I go with you.

Tuesday, June 21, 2005

Batman, Bicycle and Marble Cheese Cake

The Last Of The KTJ Batman

Wokey... on Friday, I was walking out of KLCC WC, and guess who I saw? Mr & Mrs Briggs. Yes, without a doubt, the man who ruled KTJ for I dont know, at least 5 years.. he was there during my A-levels years and now he's retired. I stopped them, just a word to say 'hello'... like I said, I wouldnt have had the gutts then (KTJ years) but well, what the heck? Yes.. Aboo... it's true, just like before, the Batman who spoke 'malay' during speech day, u remember how hard he tried, but without efforts he would put us all to sleep then... I give credits for trying though... pretty impressive.

Bicycle Session

This is officially Minggu Mempromosikan Taman Botani, Putrajaya.. I'll post picture of us trying real hard to cycle all round the tasik, because the sound of 'bukit' did not really turn us on. My ass still hurts from the cycling. It only hit me now, oh how big of an ass I have. The bicycles are killers.. but yes, it did us good, some exercise on Saturday morning. I felt like the theme of the day was "Gaya Hidup Yang Sihat"

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Jungle style

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Models doin it the Jungle way

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Cruisin On wheels

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Pose for me babies..

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Beruang on me lap



Marble Cheese Cake Sunday

Sunday could not be better when chilling with you loved one. It was date. Pres and I had a decent evening out at Secret Recipe, the only decent hangout in Kajang. We were lazy, I pretty much woke up at 2pm. Going out of Kajang was probably the last thing we had in mind. I also decided that occasional 'relationship review' was good and healthy for couples. Loads of stupid jokes and role play, as you can see below. Stupid things are healthy, as they say... Laughter is the best madicine, INDEED it was and still is.

the macho beruang
Beruang acting 'macho'

the geeky beruang
The 'geeky' beruang is mine!

pool wagain
I'm pretty good with the stick and balls

Friday, June 17, 2005

Words numb? Probably..

I'm still there.. hanging, guilt? Not really because I did nothing.

Is everything alright on the other side? I am not sure.

I do pray it is

I feel so awkward. The weirdest I have felt, ever.

Thursday, June 16, 2005

When strangers come up with conclusion

I have nothing to say...

just that, I hope people would stop speculating. Because the price that comes with it will only lead to nothing but...

Destruction.

And I leave unharmed but feeling bad.

I'm absolutely confused with the fact that I am left without an explaination.

My advice:
Stop creating conclusions of which you dont understand and unable to comprehend. So, shuv it up yours!

Tuesday, June 14, 2005

Fascination

Weekends are like fresh air when you are caught in a sardine-packed Komuter or LRT.

A sense of relief after a hectic week (or not-so-hectic)

Sometimes, it seems like the weekend take up more energy than the weekdays. But I never come back not smiling, unless the undesired unevitables happen. Last weekend was hectic I would say, but still, great.

I left the house early on the Saturday morn, for the hunt of 'the precious'... yes, Pres' ring. Nothing caught our eyes from One Utama. Then, he head to tempah our engagement baju. And so we did. I manage to get the ring we like, thanks to Diamonds & Platinum, we manage to get the size to fit my massive fingered baby. You know what they say about huge fingers... know what I mean?

Then, Sunday came.. we decided to go to Mines and watch this amazing movie I have been anticipating: Mr & Mrs Smith.

My God, if you looking for comedy, action, violence, love, hot steamy u-know-what and a whole bunch of turn-on moves... please do yourself a favour and watch it. It is an ALL-IN-ONE movie like a vodka shot, only you wake up to a pleasant face, not a nameless and shameless one. It's like Christmas Morning (got that from the movie)

I am in love with the movie, Jane Smith's character potrays mine. Damn, she is competitive, ego and always and always have an obsession for victory. She never admitted she loved her husband, sometimes a lil bit like me. I dont really like to show that I am crazy for Pres, what? What did I just say... bunch of rubbish it is. But truth is, she does. Somehow, that attitude is a god damn turn-on, no wonder Pres finds me rather... nvm.

So go watch it. I will watch it for another 9 times before I will be satisfied.

God, it's one sexy movie.

P/S: Baby, we should do that wrestling more often, but you have to promise, dont chip my specs this time.

Monday, June 13, 2005

Virginity

Broke it...

I would like to say that I am no longer a virgin Credit Card user (in Malaysia)

Hahaha... gotcha didnt I?

Anyway, I used to have it in the UK, the HSBC, but it was dad's money into my account. I am now a big girl. I have my own credit card, no longer miss Rachel from F.R.I.E.N.D.S.

I am proud of it as well. I have to now:

1- Resist the lust and temptation of swipe-ing and flashing the card, it is sometimes unintentional that you go home with things you want, but dont really need.

2- Be accountable on all credits made and commited by me

3- Have to be a responsible big big girl, I cant leave all debty like I did back in the UK (hahahahha)

4- Mom and dad dont know I have applied for this credit, or else, I'll be dead if they found out.

P/S: All the engagement prep wont be possible without it. I realised that it is almost IMPOSSIBLE to just save money. Hence, the credit cards (VISA & MASTERCARD)

PP/S: Also I would like to promote the Direct Access card from Southern Bank guys, if you are degree holder you immediately get a GOLD CARD(VISA & MASTERCARD), hang on, 2 GOLD CARDS (like me, see what I mean abt 'cant help flashing it') with 4 times your salary credit limit on it. Also, on top of that, if you bought an item, in a single receipt that is above the value of RM1000, you get to pay them back in instalments (12 months) with no interests at all!

So people, what ya waitin for?

PPP/S: I have bought the ring for Pres for our engagement. Yeay!

Saturday, June 11, 2005

Literature or a bloody rip-off?

I walked to KLCC yesterday because I craved for 1901 New York Chicken, it is my latest obsession.

Also, I can not and will not miss dropping by Kinokuniya, if ever I happen to stop by KLCC and it is on a weekly basis that I will go all the way up to the 5th floor (or is it the 4th? dont matter, it is way up there) to check what's hot and what's not.

There is three writers I find intriguing, one of which is already my favourite as I have read three book of his (Coelho). These three are:


  • Paulo Coelho - whose writings are like food to my soul. He's made me look at life as a blessing rather than what I thought it was, a curse.
  • Chuck Palahniuk - love his writing style, the way he expresses himself. Simple yet, fascinating.
  • Milan Kundera - this one is pretty heavy, very poetic, or philosophical. Makes you think while you are at it. Nevertheless, he's managed to captivate me with it.
It is a pity though... because I haven't read a whole book by the last two authors. Why? I go crazy over books, but bloody hell, they are one hellavu expensive interest. RM35, is the cheapest you can get on any of these books. The second hand shops sell the books by 'normal' writers like Steven King, John Grisham, a whole bunch of soft-porns (and yes, Judith McNaught is one of them). And I dont do them anymore.

And yesterday I kinda figured out the latest 'dirty' trick the publishers used on us, people who love reading. I make all the first editions in HardCover rather than the affordable Paperback version. And that annoyed me sial... Most of the books displayed on the new-comers shelves are either, HardCover, like:


haunted - chuck palahniuk
Palahniuk's latest Haunted is printed only on Hardcover and cost something like RM96. It's crazy..

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Coelho's latest The Zahir is not in Hardcover but it is the enlarged version and cost something like RM56.

I thought it was pretty ridiculous to print them in hardcover or in that 'enlarged' version, because:

  • We are all NOT BLIND or something we cant read the usual paperback, been doing that for ages. Thank you
  • And we are all not gonna present it as a gift to someone that we all need some special HardCover
  • And bloody hell, I carry my handbag which is gives me enough weight to carry around in the Komuter, I dont need a HardCover to add on it
  • And it is just overated. I dont need this. Not everyone of us are earning a phat five figure pay or something
  • I bet there are tonnes of others who are thinking of the exact same thing

So you tell me.. Reading, a bliss or a damn rip-off?

Friday, June 10, 2005

The ATTACK shows no mercy

I visited a friend from 2 years back, at the hospital last nite. The message came from an unknown number which said something like this:

"Rekajon masuk ICU. Kena heart attack. Ada kat SMC."

I was stunned. He was only about 35. With three lil kids. The youngest was only one. I remembered how Sherrie and I would look after Danish, who was the eldest and Dania, who was a baby then. I remembered how easy it was to pacify the two of them. The magic word was ICE-CREAM.

I did not have the 'thing' I have for kids then, when I was studying in the UK. But somehow, I saw Sherrie having fun babysitting, so I joined her, along with Darren. It was not so bad.

Besides, Jon and Ina (his wife) were really nice people. Eventhough they were not really THAT old, I somehow called abg jon 'uncle'. It was out of respect that I addressed him so, despite the fact that he was a student like me, pursuing his degree. The respect I had for Jon and Ina was the respect I would give to my aunts and uncles. The fact that he's married and with kids did change things. Both of them played the 'father' and 'mother' figure to many of us, Birm students.

And hence, I decided to immediately drive down to Selangor Medic Centre straight after work along with Pres to visit him. Seeing him lay like that there with a countless strings of tubes wired up on him gave me the chills. So young... how come? It was the smoking they said.

Sherrie and Amir was there too. Sam and Anis. I pray and do hope things get better for him. I also do hope that kak Ina stay strong. She was there for me when I broke up with the unscrupulous-no-good-two-timing-now-working-in-BATA boyfriend. And it did mean a whole lot to me, then.

And Pres is thinking of applying for insurance immediately. Because he is one hellavu heavy smoker. And I need to QUIT. Smoking. QUIT SMOKING.

There, I said it.

Thursday, June 09, 2005

My turn on the relay

I am daft. At least I have the gutts to say it. Nu, when you passed the meme on, to me and several others, trust me, I had not the slightest idea, what in the world you were talking about. I thought 'meme' was some kinda kinky jazz singer or something.

Okay, laugh on... at least I made someone laugh today.

Thanks to New Woman(must admit, I stalk on her frequently, yea, like everyday!), it finally hit me, ahh... it is one of them, chain Q&A thingies... rite... also, being the geek I am, and from the Socrates quote I once wrote on your comment, Nu: "wisest is she who knows what she does not know", I had to google the word 'meme' to kill my curiousity and it actually means this. So proud of myself, now that I have a new word in my vocab mind book. Thank you Nu. Hence, the reason of my late reply to the music 'meme'. :)

The baton was passed on to me by Nu, and she called me Nadz Sayang, therefore, it was hard to resist her invitation... so here Nu Sayang-U-Back-Too:

Q1 - total # of music files on my computer:

Only 219 files, 1.23 GB. It is my office PC, I am lucky enough the boss allows us to download and listen to mp3, provided.. WE DO OUR WORK. And what do I do? Update my blog.. shame on me, I know...

Q2 - the last CD i bought :

Peterpan's Bintang Di Surga album. That was like a month ago, and it was an ori copy, I am so proud of myself, because I dont go around throwing 40 bucks for a bloody CD I know I am able to purchase at 5 ringgit! I know, I am amazed myself.

Q3 - song playing right now :

Cher's It Is In His Kiss (The shoop shoop song), yes it is the one, which we sang when Irinah Hse won the House Singing Competition at KTJ (guess who was one of the three the lead singers? ME!! Ahahahha.. lawak!)

Q4 - five songs that i listen to a lot, always and always, I think the office people think I am obsessed! :


  • U2 - With or Without You : a song that gives me an overwhelming feeling, I feel this lump in my throat, somehow, I got used to the song now, but never got tired of it.
  • Eagle Eye Cherry - Save Tonite : every moment with the loved one should be cherished, never know when he will leave for Miri for a god damn 2 weeks before you can see his face again, I learnt from this one.
  • Disagree - Suicide Note : Amazing voice, makes me wanna eat his voice. And the drum bits are splendid.
  • The Game - Hate It or Love It : for the easy going, relaxing and cheeky touch
  • Howie Day - Collide : An absolute contradiction. Esp when he said "I've found I'm scared to know I'm always on your mind" I warned you didnt I, men are hellavu annoyingly complicated creatures and what makes it worst is that they refuse to accept that fact that they are complicated! But I am totally loving the song at the moment.
Q5 - Five People I Would Like to Pass This Meme on:

  • You, who actually bothers to read my gibberish
  • Stoner, who never fails to enlighten me (so pandai and creative, you are)
  • Akuh, who is oh-so mysterious, you steer my insides with your escapades
  • Kengster, who reminds me of the days I had once in the UK. Miss them mad...
  • and anyone else, who is of course, JOBLESS like me (",)

And have fun while you are at it!! It will take awhile, if you make 'em all nice and colourful. What an exhibit of effort.

Wednesday, June 08, 2005

Weekie Weekie Weekend!

I felt so good yesterday from the best weekend ever.

Day 1 (Saturday):
Lepak shisha-ing at Unc Don's and I went people watching again. Also, I took the picture of the arang-changing guy. The guy with the best pick-up line ever. The last time I went there with Aboo, without our men... when he changed the coal for us, he asked me, "So, what's your flavour?" with a cheeky smile. I thought it was cute and I answered "Strawberry" with a smile as well. Then, I added "You know, that would be a great pick-up line". And, last week when we went, I manage to get a snap shot of him. Nothing fancy said to me though. Of course la, unless he wants to die young, because Pres dok berkepit with me. I'm not complaining though. Pictures on Saturday, as the following...




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Mr What's-ya-flavor.. yes, boy, you blow...

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Showing off our 'blowing' skills

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Some ppl, just dont want to let go. Comel tak, the chiqs on the sides?

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Satisfied faces, 'blowing' aftermath...

Day 2 (Sunday):

Tell me this is more than e coincidence?! I was happily queueing up to get myself a cuppa coffee from Starbucks and suddenly I heard voices calling my name (repeatingly some more) "Nadia, Nadia..." At first I thought, must my mind playing tricks on me. I cant be THAT popular. I did have the urge to pull out a piece of paper and pen and start signing autographs, however when I turned, I saw Amir, Sherrie's hubby. Damn! I thought, there goes my imagination of being the icon of Malaysia itself. Okay, I should stop from this self-obssession syndrom, before everyone starts loathing.

And hence, Sherrie and Amir followed Pres and I to meet Aboo and guy (Mr H, whose name no longer a secret, so I will reveal that his real name is Hasnor). After many glasses of lychee drink with precisely 5 bijik laici in it, as requested by Our Highness, Princess aboo, we hit Club 7.

We played pool, and then Aboo and Hasnor played doubles with Pres and I on the fusball table. God, we made a hellavu noise, I think the crews wont let us in the next time. Playing pool with Sherrie was great. Some pictures of the no-longer-a-secret-couple and the 3 couples (happy ones, mind you) and Nu, CHECK OUT ABOO'S BOYFRIEND, oh trust me, one hellavu cute and scweettt couple these 2 are.


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Alar, alar, I dont remember the last time Aboo looked that VULNERABLE!

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Six friends or the three couples of the year, of course you know who the winner goes too kan? It's the one with the best Public Display of Affection (PDA). Now Grimshaw, what you gonna say about this, huh?!

So, what you think Nu? And I hope you had fun at Chester. Also Aboo, yesterday I did some reminising, as my cousin Lutfi stayed over. I was telling the 'experience' we had in KTJ, I also brought out the Year Book! Oh man, Aboo, we all looked so kiddie. And I remembered the time we wrote love-mails to Richard Chang. Ahhahahahha... you remembered how he used to reply? God, we were mean, patutla I did not get Mr. X and you did not get Mr. Z, served us right, playing innocent beings...

I miss you guys, all of you, Aboo and Hasnor (if you dare read) as well as Sherrie and Amir, and my baby.. Pres darling... thank you for the great weekend sayangs. Hope the next weekend will be as cool as this one.

P/S: Aboo, hang memang cute bile buat muker malu... hahahahahahhaha (jgn marah yek, my ardent fan)

Monday, June 06, 2005

Malaysian Idol

Or fools?

Hrm, now that is a tough one.

I have been at home alone earlier, and I decided to switch on the tv to let time pass me by. And they had the Malaysian Idols on tv so I decided to stay on.

It was amusing. Some of these contestants know they cant sing. Hence, why the try? I know I WON'T, give me a million bucks and HELL NO! I will not make a fool of myself on public channel. Is it the publicity? Or is it just the gutts these people have?

There was this one guy who went on and this was the conversation he had with Roslan (one of the judges):
Roslan : I am scared, I thought you were gonna get naked
Guy : Do you want me too (starts lifting his t-shirt)

My god, what was he thinking? There was this girl, who even talked like she wants to get in bed with all three of the judges (including Fauziah Latiff)!

I felt like hiding watching this girl act on tv, for Gad's sake! What was she thinking? And there was this guy who is able to start a tsunami with his singing, was actually pleading the judges to accept him, for a bloody 15 minutes!! C'mon, there is more to life that being the 2nd Malaysian Idol. At least that was I thought. And on second thoughts, there is always the Toilet Idol, like myself, who sings in the shower.

No offence, but not being the idol, does not mean the end of the world. Oh well, I do maybe in some way, perhaps, in an absolutely absurb way, envy the gutts these people have.

They are surely.. without a doubt:

The Malaysian Fools.

Saturday, June 04, 2005

The crave for ATTENTION

Have you thought about it?

How everyone craves for that one thing we need in order to go on living.

A man who lost all his wealth, and subsequently friends too will still be able to scavenge on what's left, and not commit suicide. Some may begin from scratch again and with God's willing he makes it big someday. Why? Because his wife needs him.

That need. That believe in him kept him moving.

Okay, enough said.
Now, the most embarrasing thing happened to me, like 10 minutes ago. I feel like running and hiding in the nearest hole available. I think I am still blushing and so not over the fact that I have been... well, diejek.

About 10 minutes ago, my phone rang. And Nadrah the receptionist said Pres is outside the office. And hence, I rushed outside just to find Pres with his sweetest smile and a bouquet of 3 red roses. And I was stunned. I smiled... at that moment when he held out the bouquet to me, my boss, En Ameer walks out the office to find us there. And he smiled and said:

"I did not see anything...."

Man, I did not know what to do, oh God, I swear I could have ranaway.

He left and while I was talking to Pres outside the office, he came back as he left something. And went back to the office and he told the WHOLE office this:

"Nadia dapat bunga. I did not know... ader jugak sifat kewanitaan ye Nadia?"

Oh, that does it. I was blushing and smiling, I swear I wanted to hide myself away. For once, I wished I was invisible. Macam halimunan.

Baby, you are so sweet.... damn, u make me blush. And my face still hurts from the ear to ear smile.

Here's a picture of the bouquet. A MUST TAKE PICTURE. Oh, so malu... maluation of the nation. A good way though. A good way kinda malu.


flower
Yeay! Yeay! Dapat bunga!!


office wt flower
Buat muker malu malu kucheng, tapi MAHU!

Friday, June 03, 2005

Guilty As Charged

I have been a bad girl.

I lied. And I feel bad about it. Serves me right.

I did not go to work yesterday because I went dating, after 2 weeks of not seeing Pres, we both took a day off yesterday to date.

This was messaged to my boss at 8.50am yesterday:
En. Ameer, I have an urgent family matter. I would like to excuse myself from work today. I am sorry this came in late. Thk you.

Shame on me, but to think about it, I did not really lie, because I went to Klang to visit his parents, which is family rite? And I went out with him and he will be family soon. So technically, I'm right. Rite?

We went:
  • Shopping for the Angel & Demon's Illustrated book for my hantaran, I bought Pres a really good looking, boy, I cant wait to see him wearing it.
  • Went to Klang to visit his family
  • Went to Midvalley to TRY to watch Starwars III but failed
  • Back to Subang's Club 7 to play pool. And damn! I'm good... so Sherrie, be scared.. very scared. I am as good as my si-fu. For once, he lost to me (without giving in) and I won, with pride mind you. I learnt the chin trick.
  • Had a deep discussion on our relationship.
  • Went home with loads of happy thoughts.
  • I slept a dreamless one, which was really good, no nitemares.

And Sherrie, I have been thinking about your question:

"Did you learn anything new about yourself?"

My answer to that goes like this:

I did not learn anything about myself. Because I know everything about myself. And this is because I had two years of being single. And it was during then, that I learnt everything there is to know about myself. I know what makes me happy, how to celebrate my own company, and how to indulge myself, even how to pamper myself (one hour in the bath tub, if u remember?). I am over that period of thinking about myself. Hence, while Pres was gone, I thought about our relationship. A lot of my thought revolve around 'us' rather than 'I'. Having said that, I would gladly say that I learnt a lot of things about 'us'.

I hope that answered your question. Now, I would like to meet you tomorrow, at the usual spot, during the usual time, doing the usual thing we would do on our dedicated Friday lunch date.

I cant wait!!

Wednesday, June 01, 2005

Still on Countdown

Hours left : 4 Hours and a half!

Yippiooo!!

Finally the day has come. The first thought I had when I woke up, yes, today my baby comes home to me!

And thank you for all the support Sherrie and Aboo... sayang you all! And amir and hasnor (of course I cant say I love you, nanti marah your cewek)

And Sherrie.. yes I will double date with you, jgn la kecil hati okay? Nanti I makan hati, ulam jantung again.. sigh...

Love you guys loads! Supa dupa flying kish! Muackkks!