NARCISSISM IS NECESSARY

Had an important meeting with a potential client yesterday. I was prepared, done my research, covered all my bases. Made my way to the office, thought I was going to get lost in the industrial area but it was surprisingly breezy to get there. The office is very nice, I hope I’ll have a nice office like that soon.

Parked my car and walked to the mezzanine area. Pushed open the glass door. It won’t budge. Kept pushing. GrnggggGrnngggGrnnng. Lady at the reception was waving at me frantically. Then it hit me. Oh!

I pulled the door handle me and got in. (Grins sheepishly)

Apologised to the lady about the door episode and asked for the person I was meeting. Was asked to go up to 3rd floor. So I went to catch the lift. Waited a bit and finally got in. I was alone.

Lift doors opened and I stepped out. All glass panels. Locked. Hurmmmmm.

Fortunately a woman was coming out of the office, told her about my meeting and she let me in. She asked me to wait in the conference room while she get the person I was meeting with, W.

5 minutes passed. Then 10 minutes. I was fiddling with my phone. Checking comments, reading emails and facebooking. Suddenly this woman, huffing and puffing came into my room.

“There you are!”.

I thought she was W. And then she was like no, “I’m not W, I’m just here looking for you!”.

I went “Huh?”. “Meeting’s at the 3rd floor”, said she.

“Isn’t this 3rd floor???”, I asked. “No, this is the first”.

“But, but…I pressed 3″.

“Heh, this is the first floor”.

(wtfwtfwtfwtf)

She took me up the ACTUAL 3rd floor and I finally met up with W. Had a laugh over it.

Gawd help me please not to commit faux pas like that in my next meeting!!!!

I found the latest Gisele Bundchen ipanemas at 1 Utama and bought two pairs! I’m playing smart now, I figure by the time I wear out the 2nd pair, the new designs would have come out and so I wouldn’t need to search for them like a mad woman anymore. They’re the most comfortable and durable footwear I’ve ever worn!!

My babies :)

The electricity suddenly got cut off today. Went to Secret Recipe to work from 11am to 4.30pm. They didn’t have wifi, so thank goodness for 3G. I brought my phone charger too so that the phone won’t die one me half way.

Lunch.

After work…I dropped by the neighbourhood stationary shop to get these tubes of magic. Currently, my favourite thing to play.

Once pop, you can’t stop.

Eh, they are not edible. In fact I’ve made a video of how to use them.

Check it out, it’s more than 5 minutes of goodness and it’s SAFE FOR WORK!

Did you watch from the start till the end?

I’m not having blogger’s block.

It’s just all my pictures and a video are stuck in my camera. I’ve left the cable at my bf’s and I’m now at my parents’ home.

I can’t wait to post this video of me eating an oyster.

I’m using one of the most popular mobile phones in the world according to TIME Style & Design. In Mexico City, I would have been an A-lister…..hola!

Nokia N95 - prefered in Mexico City.

But who can beat the neo-rich of Moscow? These people keep it real with Goldvish Like Heaven, a USD$171,287 18-karat yellow gold phone encrusted with 12 carats of diamonds.

All you need now is some mink fur coat and a bottle of vodka to blend in.

I’ve got new lashes. Better than the last, implanted strand by strand…looks as if I was born with them

Batting them lashes.

I’m incredibly tempted to get a Miniature Schnauzer. I met the most well-trained, friendly and cutest puppy today and I’m in love.

Biscuit and I traded saliva and I enjoyed it.

Embarked on my first photography trip to the quasi-village that is Kampung Baru.

The air was filled with excitement for the coming elections. Almost everything was draped in various party flags and posters, even the houses.

Propaganda t-shirts.

It’s like a messy clash of old and new there. Modern, art deco-ish street lights and decorative poles were being erected for beautification purposes but they clash horribly with the humble traditional houses and food stalls. Well, elections are coming and someone has to be seen doing some work, aye?

Construction.

The kids were very curious and friendly. All of them wanted to have their pictures taken. I could only indulge them…. :)

Happy boy. Just looking at this picture makes me want to smile :)

The stood quietly and posed for me.

While the adults were working or busy discussing about politics at the food stalls, the children chilled outside their homes.

Children chilling.

Found someone who look kind of out of place and confused.

Confused little girl.

We had an early dinner at one of the food stalls. The food was cheap and fantastic! I ate loads of beef lungs and tripes. Hmmm hmmm hmm hmmm hmmmm….

Takeaway.

Beef lungs, beef tripe, beef, belacan and some vege. Spicy and addictive….

Dree tucking in.

The trip ended pretty early due to the rain. We were lucky that we’re so near our car when the sky started to pour.

Rachel, Dree and KY just before the rain set in.

This was my last picture from Kampung Baru.

Flags at dusk.

We adjourned to Starbucks, chatted and drank expensive fumigated coffee till the clock struck 12. What an awesome Sunday!

Pictures in original sizes can be viewed here.

I think nothing defines me more as a chinese than my palate. I was just looking through some pictures I took last Sunday at breakfast and I thought about all the gross stuff I’ve eaten throughout my life.

Guess what it was.

My family and I (except for Mom) are big fans of disgusting food. I may have trouble killing a roach but have absolutely no problems eating one.

Anyway, speaking of disgusting food…there was an exotic food stall near my parents’ place. Rumours had it that the owner of the stall used to kidnap the neighbourhood’s pets for dog meat stew. I’ve lost two Dobermans when I was younger and I’ve always wondered whether he was the one who stole my dogs. Nevertheless, we frequented the stall for all sorts of delicacies including stuff like snakes, bats, turtles (not the endangered type lah) and many more. In fact, I ate my first monkey there.

However, to date, no dogs on the menu……

Among the disgusting stuff I enjoy are as follow, in random order:

1. Pork intestines - fried or braised or boiled
2. Chicken feet - fried, braised or deboned (kerabu)
3. Cockles - still bloody with spicy chilli dip
4. Pork skin - absolutely divine in curry mee
5. Stinky tofu - deep fried
6. Pork liver/kidney - in wine/pepper soup
7. Chicken gizzards - deep fried
8. Blue cheese & mature cheddar - with seedless grapes and saltines
9. Raw oysters
10. Century eggs with pickled ginger.

Braised chicken feet in the morning with my delicious hakka noodle. Notice the reddish colour….it’s authentic hakka chilli sauce and I insist my noodles drowning in it.

10.30am look.

So what is your favourite disgusting food? Or are you a squirmy one?

Saturday is a day of pampering for this mother and daughter combo. First, we got our hair cut.

Mom got her crowning glory snipped ala Victoria Beckham…so chic! As for me, I stuck to some boring, yawn inducing hair trimming as I’m in the process of growing my hair out.

Then we decided to get a manicure & pedicure.

Soaking the digits.

Getting painted.

Mom’s turn.

This is my blissful face.

Watching paint dry…

Slutty red.

No pictures of my hands though, I chipped the polish at the loo (damn f–k f–kity f–k).

My first time getting manicure/pedicure from a guy. I think he’s great…

He doesn’t like talking :)

I must be more selective in choosing friends next time, male friends especially. Mine have turned out to be closet shopaholics. Okay, so that’s not really an accurate term to address them because the person that ended up shopping was me. What do you call people who take pleasure in watching somebody else shopping?

First off…there’s Kelvin. Seriously, I’ve never seen any man so happy accompanying another chick shopping. I mean, just take a look at Timmy and you’ll know what I mean. I was at Mt. Kiara to run some errands and decided to ask this Kelvin fella out for lunch. After a satisfying Japanese meal, he took me to Wondermomo. The moment we stepped into the shop, wahhhhh he started already! He really psycho me to the max….jeans, skinny jeans, selvidge, Cheap Mondays, Evisu, Levi’s Tattoo and so on.

I mean, I don’t even need a new pair of jeans! I’m perfectly pleased with my boot cut GAP that I got at a suspiciously low price from Reject Shop, which I’ve happily worn for the past 3 years. But that fella was good, ok? I ended up with a pair of BCBG jeans that fit me like a pair of customised gloves. Damage to the purse….I have decided to erase the figures from my memory.

Then….I went “window shopping” with this angmoh. 10 minutes into walking around 1U, the tiger revealed his stripes. He recited his perfectly rehearsed speech on “how important it is to buy REAL shoes for your poor feet” that somehow managed to sip into my grey matter and stayed there and *gasp* made sense.

I ended up with a dull pair of Clarks pumps that put a dent to my already dented purse. The horror of it all, in order to recuperate from the trauma of buying a pair of ugly sensible shoes, I splurged on a pair of faux croc skin pumps (with the sharpest points ever) which, slowly but surely, will destroy my feet.

So yes ladies, choose your male friends wisely. Some really love going shopping with you, perhaps a little too much.