A chocolate cake & my boring weekend

A friend told me i had brownie issue. And now, chocolate cake. Tell me how do i resist this moist mouth-watering chocolate cake. And the sad thing is, i have bad sore throat. I couldn't care less, this cake is too good to resist. This weekend is not a good weekend for me as i'm not feeling well. It got worsen after i took doc's prescriptions. It was not that bad before. It must be the chemical reactions. The pills make me so drowsy and lethargy as i had to lock my butt on my bed all the time. And it makes it worse as i'm not really a sleeper. Excessive of sleep gives me headache. So, whatelse to do at home and my mom wants me to stay at home instead of hanging out. Indoor photography sounds fair. So, these are the shots that i took to occupy my boring hour..

Faces of Medan.

I know this blog is a bit outdated. It was taken during my trip to medan weeks ago. Not much to shout about just some pics of people i took on the street.

This was where we stayed. Yeah.. Peterpan, Kris Dayanti, and a whole lot bunch of Indonesian artist used to be here.. ehehehh.. Not bad for a 3 star hotel

This money changer givs a lot cheaper rate than malaysia. So the next time you're visiting indonesia you might want to consider changing your money there.

You never know this dark alley in between construction buldings have food stalls

People at streets

Is it worth risking life like the beggar above?

The mobile salesman

folks in medan

Transportation

cheaper alternative to hop around towns

Another Saturday musings.

Woke up early this morning because i know my body needs some exercise. I was supposed to go jogging brisk walking with a friend atleast twice a week during the weekdays. Running is too much for my dislocated knee.But lazyness overule everything and always put traffic jam as an excuse for not doing so. But today, i went for a swim with sis and friend. After few sets i'm relief i don't get tired.. that means i still have my stamina.. continued for another few lapse ( i guess its enough to cover 2 weeks of not having any exercises).

So, whats for this week? did my laundry.. helped mom doing karipap daging since i'm very good in twisting the edges! hehehh.. chit chat a bit with mom.. guess i need this quality hour to chit chat with mom since i rarely spend time to sit and daughter-to-mom talk. I'll be leaving the office at 7 every morning and come back about 9 pm and by the time i reach home, mom probably watching tv in her room before going to bed. That goes for 5 days.. Now i'm giving her chance to nag and babble while i sit and listen more or less being her sounding board. Well, thats what moms do. I understand she sometimes need a chanel to detox her mind from stressfull days. Everyone needs that!

After 2 hours of listening while doing karipap, its time for myself. I do need sometime for myself. At this few hours i will lock myself in a room, do whatever shit i need to do. Sometimes it made me think, why do i blog? Why i'm spending time writing what i do in this screen. I am not a diary-type of person. And you.. for reading this piece of crap.. i bet you're in my shoes. Stuck in front of the pc with no interesting agenda. Or your date broke promise or forgets that she/he supposed to meet you now.. i know there are more silent reader out there than those who commented on my blogs. I appreciate your visits. Atleast it keeps you occupied and atleast it makes you laugh with my day to day stupid incidents.. and sorry if it offends you in any way. I'm quite overwhelmed with feedbacks i get from people. It feels good to be inspirational to some people. And some thought i was a profesional photographer. Well, i have a deep passion in doing photography but for me to be considered as a profesional.. not even close to it yet.. there's a lot of things to learn. There's one visitor asked for a quotation for a wedding photography. I have not done anything like that yet. And trust me i have no idea how to quote and i feel bad for turning some of them down. I always wanted to do it, but i guess i'm just not ready for it yet. Atleast let me have a better lense and create atleast one portfolio, then i'll be ready to take clients. Thanx for the support. And please, keep supporting me! And speaking of clients, i have a model photoshoot tonite and the models are noone else but my own friends and colleagues who love my photos and willing to be shot by me. I'll take it as a practise before i charge any model shootings.. heheh.. after this, no more FOC yeah?!

I was thinking a way to gain side income because i need to tick my wishlist by this year.. I need to get an iBook and a macro lense and atleast a 70/210 lense. But not MLM or direct selling please! I f***ing hate it when people come to me with that agenda! While i was contemplating, i got an sms from my ex client. I gotta freelance job on creating some layouts for his client. I have no idea on the topic but we're going to discuss about it tomorrow morning.. God listens to my prayer.. kcing!! kcing!! wuhoo!!

On other side, I am creating another blogspot account for my photo galleries. There's not much photos yet, but i'm currently working on black and white series. I have quite a collections of it, but its been stored in my external disk for sometime, (post-editing, cropping and resizing are tiring) guess might as well utilize it as a portfolio for my next incoming project. Feel free to peep in here. Have a great Saturday!



".. karipap daging yang baru digoreng. Sedap dimakan panas-panas bersam teh O!.."

Nat Geog baby!

looks like i'm the certified National Geographic Society! No they don't sponsor me to go photoshoot with steve mccurry to afghan, nor fly on business class to Europe.. Just feel like showing off this piece of paper.. No biggy!

Get up on the wrong side of the bed.

I remembered my mom used to say to me when we were in medan. She noticed that i always have this habit of sleeping at the very end of the bed. Be it on the left or right. A slight turn will make me end up being on the floor! And i tend not to move my body during my sleep. After sometime, it made me wonder. I don't think i was like that years and years back. And it may not be good for my blood circulation and i always have this back ache, neck restrain when i got up. Everytime it happens, i keep saying i might got up on the wrong side of my bed. Biologically and scientifically it's true.

But i'm beginning to realize there's a reason for this change of habit. I pretty much assure that it relates to my psychological emotion. After my breakups, i've been living in the mansion called "insecurity" and the feeling of unable to be free, afraid of scrutinization and.. come to think of the worse case scenario.. being a doormat! Why i say that? All my life, i've been too nice.. too kind and too accomodative untill sometimes it hurts me. Especially now. I have ample space but still i'm not fully utilizing the space i have for myself.. thinking i might hurt and always want to comfort people surrounds me and make them feel at home. There's nothing wrong with that and people will say.. "hey, its one good quality you have.. and don't change! People feel comfortable talking to you, consult to you when they need ears to listen to their problems". But what about my feelings? what about my problems? what about my space? Don't get me wrong.. i'm not complaining. Infact, I am more than happy to listen, to help, to see the cheer on their face after some miserable episode of life. I always be there for them.. but sometimes my kindness has been taken advantage on. When it comes to my problem i'll end up being a solo entertainer. A clown without an audience. Who's going to listen to it? i guess whats left is myself. And the best i could do is put that fake smile on my face and act like nothing happens! I've been doing it over and over again.. There goes back to my sleeping pattern. I know, i have no one sleeping beside me (apart of sometimes lisa does come and sleep over), but i'm afraid to take more space than i should to myself, and stay motionless afraid i might wake someone up. Make sense?

I guess its time to sleep at center of my bed. I want to be free, get full control of myself while still be in control, do whatever i want to do and move wherever i like whithout have to think i might make someone uncomfortable for my actions or less happy with space i conquered. And moreover i'm sleeping alone every night and why can't i enjoy the space i have! I'm the queen on my queen bed! Veni! Vedi! Vici!


Tips: for sex and relationships. You can diagnose here. For self diagnose, here.

Camera, lights, action!

Testing over my new toyboy. I guess flash does make a huge difference!

My new toy...

Presenting FL 36..

I got it for $800 plus a sanyo rechargable battery at Selangor Photographers Pertama Complex (the same place i got my Olympus E500). I guess it was quite a good deal. I surveyed few places. It was $950 at klcc, $780 in Subang Parade (without rechargable battery). Wanted to get myself an FL 50 but it was outa stock. I could wait but the price differs by about $600-$700. So, i think i'd rather spend it for a lense later. Infact, this is good enough for me. I am a happy bunny!



current thoughts : if i can't shoot the sky, i'll shoot the ceiling tonite!

A tribute to all moms in the world.

Its 2 days to Mother's Day. Some people look forward towards it. Some people don't even know when Mother's Day is. Some people remembers it but act like its no biggy to them. To me, it's a date every sons and daughters should remember. No need of expensive presents, just a simple thought as a reward and appreciation towards mom's priceless merits.

I always have a thought that i've not beena good daughter all this while. Yes, I love mom so much. No words could ever described how i love my mom. More than anything i could ever trade in this world. But uttering it just hard. It doesn't sound natural enough for me to verbally say it. I wish i could just hug her and say how much i love her. I hate myself for that. I hope my daughters/sons won't be like me.

I was surfing the internet today and came across this clip. And i bet most of us seen this clip few years back. I was expecting to see this Petronas ad last year but i think they didn't air it anymore. I am so impressed with everything in this clip. The kampung environment, the natural /unpretentious look of the real villagers, the cinematography and the most important thing is the message portrayed in the clip. Tell me what you think..


"Syurga di bawah tapak kaki ibu.."

A jawa melodrama.

I was a bit rushing today. The only thing i managed to do in that short period was took shower and get dressed. As i reached KL Sentral this morning i decided to drop by to the washroom to put on my make up. Suddenly i heard a shout followed by a loud bang on the door. It went on for as long as i applied the powder on my face. At first i was panicking wondering whether some lunatic went berserk. Few ladies came in for the same reason i was doing. The door kept banging and the voice of an indonesian lady(i guess she must be the toilet cleaner) got us all alert. But i decided to delay myself.. act slow and stay a bit longer to watch the whole drama. (kepochi gak aku nih! hehehhe..)

Lady : Bukak pintu ni!!! Bukak pintunya!!!
(banging and kicking the door). It went on without response.

Man in the cleaning room : Apa'an kamu ribut begini???!!!

Lady : Ke mana kamu tadi?? Ke mana kamu???
(the lady keep pestering the man with questions. And it was so loud!)

Man in the cleaning room : Aku di sini aja.

Lady : Bohong!! bilang kamu ke mana tadi? Aku cari kamu merata.. bla bla bla..
(i couldn't catch what she uttered because she started shouting in a strong jawa dialect)

Suddenly her voice started to change and shed with tears.. Ouh.. this is getting so melancholic. Everyone in the washroom were eavesdropping carefully. I was wondering myself creating and started to process what i witnessed. Based own my own theory.. Maybe she just found out that her man is having an affair with other woman. And working in the same department with your partner sucks!(well, it doesn't work for me!) Thats why i always avoid end up with someone working in the same company. Besides to avoid nepotism. My bubble of theory got bigger and bigger and i contemplated for as long as that the jawa lady and the jawa man quarelling issues i don't know why.

Lady : Goblok kamu!! bla..bla..bla.. @#!%&*##!!!!!! (sorry guys, i wished i know jawa)

Man : %$#@!!*&^##$$@@!!!!

Then suddenly, I heard something that proved my theory and diagnosis was totally wrong and realised the stay was a total waste of time..

Man : Apa an yang kamu mau???

Lady : %$#@8&^%!!!! ... Tisu jambannya mana??????

Argghh!! and the quarrel.. the melodrama.. the crying scene? .....over a toilet paper??? Wholly crap!!! I saw one security guard entering the washroom area. I applied my lipstick quickly and went off. They are all yours now mr security. I'm off the case.. Make some justice here. Boo hoo me!!



moral of the story : mind your own beeswax!

go to hell u pervert disgusting old man!!!

Disclaimer : this is a blog of an angry lady and due to some reason you're about to know in a just a bit, she will be using A LOT of foul languages, cursing and swearing. If you are fasting, have allergies over foul languages or under psychological treatment on excessive use of foul language, please leave this site. Sorry for the foul languages used.
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I AM PISSED! and i have to blog it out before i start my day before it becomes a cancer! What a morning to start. And its all because of that fucking frowsty disgusting old chap. I was not using the lrt today as my bro is on leave so i took the alternative - ktm. The train was not too massive with passengers. So, basically i have ample space to stand comfortably without having to accidentally touch other people's ass. Even though there was no seat available, but i managed to rest my eyelid. Half way journey, a girl in tudung stepped in and stood beside me. The more and more passengers came and still not as packed as the lrt during peak hours.

The peak of the story starts here, when this fucking old man entered and stood behind me from Petaling station. Thought he was an innocent pakcik so i didn't move away as he tried to squeeze himself into the "not-so-crowded" train. I rested my eyelid again (was a bit lethargic due to sleeping late last nite watching vcd with lisa). Suddenly i feel someone elses hand touches mine. I ignored thinking maybe he accidentally did it due to swaying and swingging in the train. The action continued for another few seconds and i started to feel really uncomfortable. Then i moved my hand away a bit from his. The loathsome behaviour prolonged with another i so called "molest". (you judge it later!). He was holding the pole at first but still swaying towards my back. I positioned myself closer to the girl in tudung. Don't mind my body contact with her. By noticing i stayed away from him, this fucking old man decided to release his hand from the pole and move closer to us (me and the girl in tudung). Why release the pole? That gave him passport to lean over whenever the train brakes!!! So, i said to myself.. if i kena, this girl will also kena. Atleast we can beat him up and chop his dick together.

It didn't stop there. He moved closer and lean on my back. I can almost hear and smell his putrid breath. WHAT THE.. ?? And to make it worse he didn't do it in a static mode. Guess i shan't describe how he moved his body towards my back and its so fucking disrespectful, disgusting and he got my temperature boiled to a maximum point. It irked me BIG time and i had to make an immediate action before he had a hard on. (you know they say man and early mornings..) DAMN YOU disgusting old man. I took my handbag and swing it to my back harshly and i think it hit his private part! spot on! ahahah! I don't know how hurt it can be to you guys.(Mind describing anybody?) I don't fucking care. He deserved it for his action! As my big heavy bag hit him, he positioned himself away from me towards the girl in tudung. And i can see that the girl was also conscious of his moves. But girl, i can't help you.. you gotta save your self.. run for your life if you have to.. push him and shout if you need to.. And lucky me, i reached kl sentral and quicky dropped off.. what a morning.. what a cursed morning.. OLD CHAP, YOU CAN GO TO HELL!! (i'm not regret this time for being such an ill-wisher)

I didn't mean to be mean..

I was on my way back from lunch and saw 2 malay guys holding books interrupting road passers. I know this associations very well. Used to see lot of this scenes at klcc subways, uptown hawkers, shopping complex... list goes on. Its everywhere. What i normally do is ignore, or acting i was busy talking to the phone or simply do not make any slight eye contact with them. It usually worked! This time, the phone was in my bag.. its too late to take it out and use the same old method.. and its too obvious to turn back and make a detour. I know i had to use the route and intercept them. I can see at glance that the bird is eyeing for its victim. I dare not make any eye contact as it would definitely trigger a warm gesture of welcoming.. or giving a sign of "come to me.. i have thousand ringgits to give away.." He approached me and hand one of the book to me.. i shook my head showing resistance in a most polite way and try to walk away. Ouh I'm bad in turning people down. I am the sympathetical type. But in this case, i know i had to. He stopped me however by saying.. :

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The Man : Kak, ambik ni kita bagi free je.. Bukan suruh bayar.. Kita sedekah kepada public.

I paused and turned back in guilt. Maybe its another way of dakwah. I wonder. I took the book.
Me : Oh yeke? Terima Kasih. *sincere smile*
I continued walking..

The Man : Takkan ambik je.. sedekahlah sikit kak.. *cynical smile*
His friend was looking and waiting with antsy. They definitely got me and left me in guilty conscious. What the..? (marah..marah..). Kalau nak suruh derma cakapla siang-siang.. ni kias kias..selindung-selindung plak. ni kira kes tipu nih!

Me : Tadi kata bagi free saya ambikla.. Lagi pun saya takde duit kecik.
I know the line sounds cliche' but the smallest note i have was RM50. And I'm not a sucker for free stuffs. I took it for the sake of humanity and don't want to be labeled as snobish or ignorant. But its pretty obvious he's trying to set me up by handing and insisting me on taking the book. Once i took it he started his strategy. I know its all strategy!

The Man : Takde duit kecik takpe.. saya ada tukar.. baper nak? $100?? $200?? *cynically*

OMG he is totally getting on my nerves. I returned the book nicely.
Me : Mintak maafla bang, saya takde duit. Lain kali ye.

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Did it make me a mean person? I know there are a lot of people who's more generous than me out there and willing to donate anytime, anywhere. And I know there are also a lot of cheaters out there pretend to be a delegation for some welfare affiliations. And i know not everyone on earth are as lucky as some of us. But i don't like the idea and the way they try to gain money from public by saying its free and indirectly forcing you to donate. He's trying to reversed psychology people by instilling guilts.. It didn't work this time! Been there, done that zillion times! To me, if i want to donate, I will personally go to the right chanel and make good deeds like what i used to do for the tsunami aid victims. And GOD knows whether this type of donations valids and go to the right party! Wallahuallam.. I walked away.. and i can hear they were cursing about me. I didn't bother to know.


-kalau nak menderma, biarlah ikhlas.. kalau ada rasa was-was & syak dah jadi tak ikhlas dan boleh cenderung kepada haram.

to buy.. or not to buy..

Its not a pleasant sunday for me today as i had to be at the office as early as 8am! I was planning to have a cuppa later after work at starbucks klcc. My work ended about 4 and i took the train to klcc. It was no surprise that the crowd was massive today. The only thing i like about klcc is Starbucks. Hate the crowd and the Q be it at the cinema or at the restaurants! But that's one of the closest favourite sugar supplier with good ambience i could consume. Another scene i don't really enjoy seeing at klcc is i can see lotsa "poyo" teenagers around with so much effort trying to look like a city girl.. These underaged girls (i know that they are underaged regardless heavy make up they put on) are also known as kl wannabes.. with fags on their fingers talking and laughing out loud with their whole lot species and tryna act cool.. kl nowadays! erkh!

Bought a few magazines on photography, got myself a tall mocha frapp and i found my comfort zone! After 6 boring hours in the office, that was what i needed. Asian Photography magazine April issue definitely gave me a lot of cool stuffs i need to know about photography. Talking about photography, after 2 hours at starbucks i decided to make a detour to a camera shop and look for an external flash before i go back. Just to have a look. I know its very essential but i know its not at the top of my wishlist this year..The salesman tried to fish me with FL 36. I'm not sure whether the deal is good enough, but he's offering me RM950 (plus the rechargable batt). And i almost influenced by his effort. Hmm.. there are so much things in my wishlist. I have the money if i were about to get that. But i need to prioritize my spending. I felt guilty with that salesman as he spent so much effort selling the specs.. took out and made a demo on it. I asked for his card and gave him lame excuse everyone uses whenever they decided not getting the item at the moment.. "saya nak fikir dulu nanti saya datang balik". tee hee..

I thought i could escape my desire of getting it.. but i think i failed. I managed to doze off in the train on my way back home and FL 36 came into my dream. Shit! Then i knew i need to get that soon.. really soon..



current thoughts : only if i won the RM1,000,000.00 Telekom luckydraw...

A bondaged Saturday.. (erm..bandaged! - mind my typo!)

Its a beautiful Saturday and i was quite surprised and regret when i woke up today and my handphone watch displayed 11.26am! Gosh, I've never sleep in for a long time (as long i can still remember, unless i'm sick) I have to say it was the movie i watched with lisa last nite. After "Detik Terakhir" (a story of a lesbian lover), a friend lent me "Arisan" (a story of 3 friends and 1 of them is a confused gay). This is a very interesting movie and I will blog about it later.

Its 3.19 now.. Time flew like a rocket and i feel so wasted as i always have all the Saturday morning to myself doing whatever personal chores i have to do. Did my laundry but it looks like its going to rain later in the evening. Feel like going out for a cuppa, but i know i can't today as i have a cousin's wedding tonite at Mutiara Hotel which i don't have the urge to attend. A wedding reception at the hotel means i need something good to wear. And i don't think i have any. What i have is old traditional kurung and kebaya. Sedihnya. And plus my knee dislocate again. Super sad! I can't even walk properly now. Been having it bondaged (oops! sorry slip of toungue..) bandaged for 2 days and it didn't get better. I am lame.

Still thinking what to wear.. baju kurung.. or kebaya.. wish i could wear my favourite jeans...


current song : i know its saturday but i'm listening to maroon 5 - Sunday Mornings
current thoughts : camne nak climb ni lutut sakit! uwarghhh.....

Lantai T.Pinkie teater punggung?

Teater punggung? It may sound harsh.. but hey, give me one wholly man who won't look at her "punggung" while watching t.pinkie on the stage. And it won't be so controversial news if it was nothing. Just imagine, they had to ban the posters on the billboards as it is so appealing and might lead to accidents to the road users!) I don't know how nasha's taking it.. a good thing? or a bad thing? heheh..Bagi sesiapa yang mungkin tinggal di planet zargus or living outside Malaysia, Lantai T.Pinkie is a play karya sasterawan negara Datuk A Samad Said about a life of a gorgeous cabaret featuring the beautiful model/actress Nasha Aziz as Tengku SeindahKuno (a.ka T Pinkie sbb dia tonggek)- what a name! She didn't have to shake her ASSet like shakira. But the moment she walks out with her tight pink kebaya dengan lenggokkan manjanye enough to glue your eyes for a moment. I have to say its hard not to watch her ASSet more than 2 minutes. And when i say teater punggung, it DOES mean that her punggung plays a 'big' role in the play. Okay, I'm not going to comment too much about her "punggung" here (i know i already did). For those theatre lovers or a big fan of nasha aziz, witness it yourself at Panggung Sari Istana Budaya. I heard the RM70, RM150 and RM200 tickets are already sold out. But the grand circle and upper circle worth RM30 & RM40 is still available (the play is on until 7th May-that means you have 2 days to go. Call this number to book : 03-4026 5558). And thanx to a very gentleman friend of mine mr.mikail for a front strategic seat ticket and being my company to the play! Please, next theatre is on me..

I have to give a big credit to the supporting role. Supporting may not other role such as 'azizah mahzan' as 'nyai sunarti rekno' for her be the right word as theVERY VERY impressive acting (she brings out the strong environment to the cabaret's life). And her jawa slang sounds like she's been speaking the dialect everyday. For her league, she looked very sexy indeed in that tight low-cut kebaya. Siapa bilang traditional kebaya tak sexy?

Besides, Vanidah Imran as 'Musalmah Jiing' did a great job as one of the perempuan joget di lantai joget. (no doubt about her capability as this is not her first time doing plays). And i have to say, she's got the groove.. dalam theatre ni ada rumba, chacha, mambo. So boleh tengok diorang ni berjoget pelbagai rentak tari. That makes the play even more interesting. Abby Abadi was not bad at all, although she's not as outstanding as vanidah and azizah.. I didn't expect Soong Ai Ling as Puteh Su can act very well in the play regardless her strong chinese-malay accent. She played a role of a mualaf chinese who falls in love with nelayan tua featuring 'jalaluddin hassan'. Being an audience who's really immersed herself into the characters.. i hate "Gunjoloh" (feat. Azhan Abd Ghani - who's this guy?? he is the bad cop of the scene). Everyone will hate him, and it shows how well he played the role.


Well giving out too much infos would spoil the thrill. And yeah, by the way, if you happen to watch don't forget to play extra attention to the backup cabarets as well- i'm referring to a chubby mid-aged lady wearing exxxtra tight blue kebaya doing her move. I'm not going to tell.. but everyone's talking about her as well. You have to watch her! And the short chap was so cute and funny! So, thats about theatre punggung. I'll leave you with this dialog overheard when i was in the loo during the 15 mins break.

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Lady on the phone: Ish ko patut datang tengok! Nasha punye punggung.. mantap siott..Serious.. Dahle tonggek! Lawa giler dia pakai kebaya ketat tu. Aku tak berkelip.. bla..bla..bla..

Lady B : Eh, apasal punggung nasha kembang eh?
Lady B's friend : Yela.. ada jatuh sikitla.. umur dia kan dah 30 lebih..

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regardless those comments i still think she's a beautiful woman with a great talent. And i don't judge her by her "tonggekness" but her years of experience acting dramas and films. And i'll be her number 1 fan as long as it takes! ANd LTP is not a thetre punggung, its a beautiful piece written by the noble A Samad Said featuring ladie with nice punggungs.heheheh.

me and the chocolate brownie.

OH NOO!! I"M STUCK WITH THE WALNUT CHOCOLATE BROWNIE AGAIN. NOT ANOTHER BOX FOR ME!! I FINISHED 1 WHOLE BOX YESTERDAY AND NO MORE CHOCOLATE BROWNIES FOR ME. MOMMY SAYS NO!!! I'M NOT GOING TO EAT THIS! OUH! NYUM! NYUM!


I am currently : eating chocolate brownies.period.

Don't let him stop me.

i was looking at the brochure my colleague emailed me. Yes, we are planning for Taman Negara. We had a plain talk on our way back from penang and the without even realising it the conversation became a detailed itenerary plan. Guess it works that way, when you plan things too much it will not likely to happen. But don't be surprised a casual meeting over teh tarik at mamak stall can turn into a million dollar business proposal. And this is no juta-juta business proposal, just a girls' week-out-in-a-jungle plan (unless Josh Hartnett wants to tag along!). It's supposed to be my trip last year. But due to "certain" circumstances which i don't think i want to mention here, it didn't happen. But it is always going to be in my travelling journal list besides to climb Mt Kinabalu. Something that i know i have to do before i die. Unless Josh Hartnett doesn't want me to. eheheh! Everytime i encounter friends or people who's just got back from these 2 places i'll be cursing to myself.. damn! why i have not been there?? So, here i am.. it is going to happen now. The right time will never be the right time unless you push for it, and you will never find the right people unless you search for them. (Josh, you are free to tag along.. expenses on me!)

The package looks good but we're also eyeing for other deals as well. Then i remembered a "friend" who is also into this business. Shall i ask for his favor? Will it be a wise decision? So I decided to see him, brought a cup of chocolate brownie as a "pengeras."

The first few minutes of conversation went so smooth. He was talking and explaining about activities and stuffs and i was so into the conversation until 15 minutes passed. That strictly-friends look and that gestures of his suddenly changed and it made me realised this was a mistake and i shall just proceed with the brochure i read before. I know that look, i can still remember that warm gestures. And I'm not paying for something i might regret indulging to. I guess friends should remain friends.. and memories should remain in the grave. Guess the brownie really acted as a "pengeras" to him. God knows what we've gone through, it's for me to know and for him to find out..

.. back to my office and went through the brochure details again.. stay focus!period.


current mood: full of regrets.
currently listening to : 'mungkin' by anuar zain

Desperate Housewives vs Sex and The City.

How tempting this walnut chocolate brownie may look to you? imagine i ate almost 10 slices of it while watching Desperate Housewives without even realizing it! Okay, stop making me feel guilty about it. i don't know how it happened. But anyway, its either the brownies were too damn good i didn't realize i ate them or the movie was so engrossing that i didn't even think about anything else. i don't wanna know. Apart of having few (lets just put it few) slices of brownies, i don't think i enjoy this 2nd season of Desperate Housewives as much as i enjoyed the 1st season. Its getting really slow and predictable. And i freakin hate George. He irritates me with his unpleasant squared jaw-freeky-but-trying-to-act-innocent look! And i hate the fact that the cunning-perfectionist bree van de kamp finally falled and fooled by him! the proverb always say, don't be deceived by looks. or.. "jangan disangka air yang tenang tiada buaya".

I know i can watch Desperate Housewives and finish the series anytime. Because i bought the complete 2nd season in indonesia, but the urge is not there. The dvd is still safely stored in the rack under my bed. Maybe i don't want to break the thrill of watching the series on TV. (ahh its ridiculous. couldn't be! I know few of my friends downloaded from Limewire and impatiently watched it up to the final episode! You know who you are :))


Ouh.. maybe i'm just turned off by the Sex and The City dvd complete season i bought. Its not because i don't like the series. I am a die hard fan of it! i fancy Carrie Bradshaw and her fetish for shoes and labels. She can never go wrong with green skirt and shocking red top! No doubt about that! But alas, the dvds i bought are not up to dts 9 or even close to dvd standard! A dvd should be crystal clear, crisp sound and detailed subtitle (it should even emphasizes on sigh or erm.. moan sound). But how can an original copy spelled Charlotte York as "Salad Yog", i need to get laid as "i need to get late", penis as "peanut".. and Elizabeth Taylor as "Lesbian Teller"??!!!! what a total blooper!! Regardless the spelling mistakes.. i still opt for "Sex and The City" over "Desperate Housewives". Whats your pick?


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i am bored with my old template. guess i have a lil bit of extra hours to change my blog layout. Chose few templates. load. get bored. change. load. change again. and finally stick to a simple black layout. hitam tetap menawan.


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