I meant to do a recap of my weekend earlier on, but since the pictures were not taken with my camera, I had to delay it until now.

Friday night was awesome. After a long spell of MIA, I went to a relatively new club called La Casa to celebrate Seong’s birthday. Were joined by G, FireAngle aka seriously-hot-hoochi-momma-cum-girl-magnet and the gang. Everyone seemed to remember me ‘as the one (another version is “the hot one”, really!) who puked’, which put me off from attempting to drink. Danced from 10pm to 3am. So, yeah, it was great.

Here are a few pics from Jayn’s phone.

I love you, Jayn. Hot angmoh is G.

Woke up on Saturday afternoon (with massive knee pain) and adjourned to Mid Valley for lunch in conjunction with Kavi’s impending abandonement of us for Australia. I’m going to miss you so bloody much Food at Chilli’s was awesome (there went my diet). I had grilled chicken sandwich cause it’s supposed to be lighter (yeah, right!) but eventually, I succumbed to the infamous melton chocolate cake (which, I had to bloody share…bummer).

Here are some captures. Don’t comment on my puffiness.

clockwise from left: Me, Kavi, Shari and Bengiz

The Spread

Me and Kavi

The Girls

Bengiz struggling to finish his meal while we’re busy hunting for crumbs.

“Light” grilled chicken sandwich

Succumbed to this but there’s no regret.

Later that day, I joined G and faggots for dinner. You can see pictures of the meal here. I swear I could down 3 bowls of rice with those asam prawns, but lunch was still swimming in the tummy. Maybe next time.

Regarding my previous post, I heard that there wasn’t much support except for a couple of horny old men. Yeah what do you expect, Malaysians are mostly arrogant lot….we hardly blink at the sight of local celebrities wannabes (ok, perhaps only when they’re wearing shades in clubs). Who are they anyway, a couple of verbally-challenged tv hosts, short male models, stage performers (with shows only classless yuppies attend) and failed-old-and-still-trying actors/actresses. Especially that over-aged one who is spokeperson for the Thalgo facial thingy…oh my gawd…her face is like fuckin’ shrivelled rubber. Even my mom seriously has better, glowing skin than hers. What the hell?

I digress. Okay, so that was kind of harsh. But, gawd why glorify them in the name of charity? It’s really blatant insult to Malaysians’ compassion for the needy. Are we that superficial and shallow as to contribute in exchange for something - especially something so frightfully vain? I’ve grown up watching Hong Konger’s brand of charity drive on television. They use celebrities but they hardly ever glorify them. In those events, most celebrities usually perform taxing/embarasssing/dangerous stunts in order to raise funds. Yes, so one may argue that it attracts publicity too, but it’s to their detriment. And they are smart enough to leave those toothy smiles at home too.

Am working tomorrow. The job title is hazardous to everyone so am not going to name it until I find out how the job really is.

Goodnight.

I meant to do a recap of my weekend earlier on, but since the pictures were not taken with my camera, I had to delay it until now.

Friday night was awesome. After a long spell of MIA, I went to a relatively new club called La Casa to celebrate Seong’s birthday. Were joined by G, FireAngle aka seriously-hot-hoochi-momma-cum-girl-magnet and the gang. Everyone seemed to remember me ‘as the one (another version is “the hot one”, really!) who puked’, which put me off from attempting to drink. Danced from 10pm to 3am. So, yeah, it was great.

Here are a few pics from Jayn‘s phone.

I love you, Jayn. Hot angmoh is G.

Woke up on Saturday afternoon (with massive knee pain) and adjourned to Mid Valley for lunch in conjunction with Kavi‘s impending abandonement of us for Australia. I’m going to miss you so bloody much :( Food at Chilli’s was awesome (there went my diet). I had grilled chicken sandwich cause it’s supposed to be lighter (yeah, right!) but eventually, I succumbed to the infamous melton chocolate cake (which, I had to bloody share…bummer).

Here are some captures. Don’t comment on my puffiness.

clockwise from left: Me, Kavi, Shari and Bengiz

The Spread

Me and Kavi

The Girls

Bengiz struggling to finish his meal while we’re busy hunting for crumbs.

“Light” grilled chicken sandwich

Succumbed to this but there’s no regret.

Later that day, I joined G and faggots for dinner. You can see pictures of the meal here. I swear I could down 3 bowls of rice with those asam prawns, but lunch was still swimming in the tummy. Maybe next time.

Regarding my previous post, I heard that there wasn’t much support except for a couple of horny old men. Yeah what do you expect, Malaysians are mostly arrogant lot….we hardly blink at the sight of local celebrities wannabes (ok, perhaps only when they’re wearing shades in clubs). Who are they anyway, a couple of verbally-challenged tv hosts, short male models, stage performers (with shows only classless yuppies attend) and failed-old-and-still-trying actors/actresses. Especially that over-aged one who is spokeperson for the Thalgo facial thingy…oh my gawd…her face is like fuckin’ shrivelled rubber. Even my mom seriously has better, glowing skin than hers. What the hell?

I digress. Okay, so that was kind of harsh. But, gawd why glorify them in the name of charity? It’s really blatant insult to Malaysians’ compassion for the needy. Are we that superficial and shallow as to contribute in exchange for something - especially something so frightfully vain? I’ve grown up watching Hong Konger’s brand of charity drive on television. They use celebrities but they hardly ever glorify them. In those events, most celebrities usually perform taxing/embarasssing/dangerous stunts in order to raise funds. Yes, so one may argue that it attracts publicity too, but it’s to their detriment. And they are smart enough to leave those toothy smiles at home too.

Am working tomorrow. The job title is hazardous to everyone so am not going to name it until I find out how the job really is.

Goodnight.

I don’t know about you, but somehow I find this rather off-putting.

Please, will they stop with the shenanigan and allow people to contribute in an appropriate setting? We are touched (traumatised) beyond comprehension by the catastrophe and our intentions to help have already been established eversince visuals of decomposing corpses and orphans were aired for all to see.

Really, there truly isn’t any need to lure donors. It’s disgusting, the lenght these publicity seekers go to satisfy their needs.

If you celebrities (and the likes) sincerely want to help, put on a gawd damn decent tee/jeans and man the donation counters. Spare us the toothy smiles too…

p/s: Can also donate from own pockets (for the affluent ones). Or even better, fly there to help; remember to get jabbed.

Haven’t gone to bed at normal hours for ages - yesterday I slept at 12am, even Simpson The Movie couldn’t keep me awake. Just woke up and I’ll have dimsum for breakfast. It’s all good.

I’ve watched The Aviator. The true stars of the movie are the actresses, who gave me goosebumps with their almost flawless potrayal of Katherine Hepburn, Ava Gardner and Jean Harlow. Especially Cate Blanchett, I honestly believe she’s surpassed Meryl Streep. Couldn’t help but think that Gwen Stefani was born for her role - all those 1920s fashion blunders have finally made sense. Kate Beckinsale was ethereally beautiful, but, perhaps Ava Gardner was a tad normal as compared to her counterparts - which put a limit to Beckinsale’s progress.

I still haven’t watched Phantom of the Opera and I ought to be shot.

About my previous post, I disagree that everything tastes like chicken. Snakes for one, taste like a cross between frog and fish (I mean cobras and pythons). Crocs do taste like chicken though, albeit a tougher version. I suppose the list is quite tame, if there were more to add…what about monitor lizards, balut and monkeys? Even rabbit is glaringly missing.

Work was okay yesterday. We were caught off-guard by the power failure though. People only trickled in about 1.5 hours after designated time (due to the traffic jam I suppose and lack of working elevators). Was relieved that I reached the venue before it happened as I heard that the traffic was horrendous. How many more disappointments does TNB intend to give us? I believe we’re the only country in the world which capital city is still experiencing blackout at least twice a month (now don’t talk about less fortunate countries - you don’t compare with the lesser). Even our precious white elephant wasn’t spared. Lets not even begin to talk about water (remember my lack of shower recently?).

Apology is not what we want, TNB is not our fuckin’ friend. Why aren’t we compensated for the inconvenience? Afterall, we do pay our bills even when subjected to unnecessary price hike.

Okay got to run for breakfast. Laters, peeps.

Obviously, I have nothing significant to blog about hence the list.

1. Fresh fish

2. Lobster

3. Steak

4. Thai food

5. Chinese food

6. Ice cream

7. Pizza

8. Crab

9. Curry

10. Prawns

11. Moreton Bay Bugs (expensive like hell here)

12. Clam chowder

13. Barbecues

14. Pancakes

15. Pasta

16. Mussels

17. Cheesecake

18. Lamb

19. Cream tea (well, it depends really…what does it truly mean?)

20. Alligator

21. Oysters

22. Kangaroo (I bet they’re yummy)

23. Chocolate

24. Sandwiches

25. Greek food

26. Burgers

27. Mexican food

28. Squid

29. American diner breakfast

30. Salmon

31. Venison

32. Guinea pig (bats and squirrels are rodents too, right?)

33. Shark

34. Sushi

35. Paella (kinda hesitant cause there’re like couple of dozens of rice dishes in Malaysia alone, you get sick of rice, ok?)

36. Barramundi

37. Reindeer (and I will and I’ll even stick a red sphere on its nose and make 5 yr olds watch me while I’m at it)

38. Kebab

39. Scallops

40. Australian meat pie (it’s really just beef pie, but if it only counts when you eat it down under then no)

41. Mango

42. Durian fruit

43. Octopus

44. Ribs

45. Roast beef

46. Tapas

47. Jerk chicken/pork (and duck too yo~)

48. Haggis (sounds like the big guy in Harry Potter)

49. Caviar (*tsk* fried egg roe I definitely ate too much)

50. Cornish pasty (got corn one?)

I spent my time doing really productive things today. I was getting to know myself quite well. Who needs Dr. Phil? All you need is a face analyser. Thank you, G.

My first attempt was a failure. System couldn’t recognise my face. For a split second I felt absolutely special and I was beaming. Turned out my very, super beautiful side profile picture was deemed unsuitable. Bummer. But nevermind…

Then I used another picture and got this :

OOh…not bad.

I used another picture.

Wow, it’s getting better!

Another one won’t harm.

What the fuck??

Let me try again, there must be a glitch.

This fucking isn’t happening.

Last time. Grrr.

Hey…*smile*

Okay, maybe just one more final time. Absolute final!

OMFG

I think my eyes have problems….

Lessons learnt:

Thou shalt not have eyebags.

Thou shalt always have make-up on.

Thou shalt not tilt face in attempt to exude sensuality, as a matter of fact thou might be mistaken as a bapok.

Thou shalt wear spectacles and pout in order to be (look like) a respectable boss.

I’m definitely straight.

Polka dots have really gone out of fashion.

Alright! With a heavy heart, am going to give Thai Club a miss tonight. Boohoo. Why? Cause I ate like two plates of waxed duck rice (dad made them and they were GREAT) at around 4pm. Couldn’t possibly fit into my slutty top without some pauch showing. Tried to suck in my gut but argh my mood’s already fucked so psychological pauch would still haunt me. Thai Club scratched…will hit Station One instead. Nam Yee fried chicken and tom yam noodle here I come. Had Mcdonald’s for dinner. Hehehehehehehe.

My car’s stranded in pasar malam (read: night market). Can’t move it. Hopefully by 10pm they will disperse and I’ll get to move my car. Otherwise my dear, you would have to come fetch me, or request your better half to do so.

I received an sms from Suan. It said that Penang Bridge had collapsed with hundreds missing, injured and dead. Family and I, who were going out for McD, got back inside the house, switched on TV and watched for 10 whole minutes. Hong Kong cheesy kungfu flick. No breaking news. No announcement whatsoever. Nada. Felt weird. Grabbed phone and read text again. Scrolled down, “….and one individual being tricked. Hehehehehe“. Come to think of it, it’s indeed a scary realisation of the impact it might have on me and fellow Malaysians say some shit of that magnitude did happen.

Chinese New Year is approaching. Mom’s already cultivating them narcissus bulbs or “ngaku” as the locals know them (will post pictures). Notice the name in english? I’m going to declare narcissus as my favourite plant of all time. Besides being a lovely plant, the bulbs could be sliced thinly and fried - believe me, they’re better than potatoes.

Narcissus bulb plant

In my family, on first day of CNY, everyone will congregate at my neighbour’s house (who is also my granduncle). Everyone will be immaculately dressed - in spite of the dizzying humidity. We will OD on basically everything from gossips to mahjong to food to cheesy tv shows. We kids (read: unmarried folks) will stalk every married individual for angpows or red packets. The fun last way into the night at which point some of us may produce stashed/hidden firecrackers, wrapping up the night with a bang.

Angpows

The next day, everyone will gather again. This time, we will form some sort of convoy, travelling from house to house. I absolutely dig this part of CNY. More angpows, gambling, sightseeing and food!!!

On the third day, me and family will travel back to Mentakab to visit my maternal granny. I love this too cause I’ll get to munch on freshly picked mangoes, dig for sweet potatoes and tapioca, chew sugarcanes, gorge on traditional hakka food and loads more. Speaking of which, Granny thinks that all urbanites are streetdumb and will never fail to invite us kids to her rubber estate for an ‘educational’ trip on what do the trees look like and how rubber is made (every single visit!!!!). I don’t like that part, cause I’m shit scared of cobras (although I wouldn’t mind eating them). Oh and yes, get to see all my cousins too and win their angpow money. Hehehehe. On the way back to KL, we might also stay a night at Genting Highlands or Awana. By the way, there’s this pool slide in Awana which is absolutely freaky.

Gawd, I can hardly wait. Better concentrate on shopping for CNY clothes 1st. Another CNY perk, hehehe.