sole-mate

Aren't these strappies fabulous?? Am soooo loving them :)

A friend texted me to ask whether I was too sleepy to update my blog. I have fans!!! Muwahahahaa *jump up and down*

Last night the 5 of us went to watch Sheila Majid’s Sunday Nite Live. None of us could fathom why she does a show in such a miniscule space but nonetheless, it was brilliant. I know some will not share my sentiment, but in my eyes, she's a legend. She sang most of her songs, in medley form. It was a quasi-karaoke session for us, which ended slightly before 2 a.m., leaving us with sore throats. An Indonesian friend who is bringing her to Jakarta in November also offered us special treatment should we attend her concert there. Ooooh.. Very tempting.

Saturday night I was at The Flo watching Double Take Summer Jazz Series 2. They are just superb. If you haven’t heard of them, please do yourself a favour and check out their album/gig. And no, I'm not getting paid to do this...

MISCONCEPTION

A while back there were increasing assertions that Malaysia is an Islamic State.

In the Federal Constitution, Islam is the official religion of Malaysia but other religions may be practised in peace and harmony in any part of the country . The FC also states that it (the Constitution) is the supreme law of Malaysia.

A petition was forwarded to me a few months back. The Article 11 petition sought to create awareness of the Federal Constitution -- our rights secured therein; together with the concept of the rule of law.

I signed it, and further forwarded the petition. Whether you sign it or not, it really is up to you.

Some replied my email and said "are you sure you want to sign it?" A few people have stopped emailing me altogether. Oh well. To each, its own. It touches religious and racial sensitivities anyway. I just wish people wouldn't be so quick to pass judgment and form rigid uninformed opinions.

Of utmost importance, one MUST be clear on what is an Islamic Country and what is an Islamic State.

The former is a country in which the majority are Muslims. The latter is a country in which the supreme law is the syariah.

Clearly Malaysia falls under the former category. Our supreme law is the Constitution. That is all Article 11 is about -- the Federal Constitution and its supremacy. It does not seek to CHANGE anything, it just seeks to create awareness of what is ALREADY in our Constitution.

Now there is this whole brouhaha that Article 11 seeks to revive the Inter Faith Commission initiative, seeks to attack the administration of Islamic Law and position of the Rulers.

Where did that come from?

Get your facts right!

Sizing up the girl. Literally..

I was rearranging my clothes and hidden under some piles of tops was this familiar looking pair of jeans. OMG!! My once most favourite pair of non-stretch 100% cotton Juicy Couture jeans, they fit me like second skin. When did I last wear them? I can’t seem to recall. Excited, I grabbed hold of them. They have this distressed worn-out nuovo grunge look which I looove. Frayed at some strategic places with its logo embroidered at the right back pocket and some unstitched bits on the left back pocket. Absobloodylutely scrumptious.

Lalalalaa... I slipped them on. Some unfamiliar difficulties in the process. Eh, how come ah? Hmm.. Why do they feel uncomfortable on me? I moved around in them. Oh no.. It just feels WRONG. Have I packed in some inches? Puzzled, I took them off and checked the label.

Juicy Couture Jeans. Made in the Glamorous U.S.A. 24.

Size 24? What was I thinking?!! I must have bought them during my depressed superskinny phase. Hell, I’m not even going to bother to WANT to fit comfortably in them. Sorry hollaback boi, thinspiration no more. I can't commit to that whole Nicole Richie look.

Now where's my pair of Seven? I better try them on...

Blonde

I had a JPJ parking summons issued against me. I asked the JPJ officer whether it can be nullified because I had valid reasons. Honest. I had a matter and the lack of parking spaces there is legendary. And matters get thrown out if you're late.

The place sits atop a hill and trust me, the rushed hike uphill in pointed black pumps with handbag over shoulder and 4 kilos worth of documents in hand will leave you breathless. That in itself is a workout. What more if you park at the parking bay at the bottom of the hill 400 meters away from the entrance (should Lady Luck be smiling down on you that morning and you actually manage to find one). So add that to the uphill 'battle' for the unfit.

Eventually everybody will park by the roadside. Which was what I did. Wrapped up the matter at 11:30am and there it was, that little piece of paper sitting on my windscreen, held down by my wiper.

To cut it short, after 9 whole months of their deliberations, I was informed that my valid reasons apparently were not good enough. The officer told me that I was to appear in court in July 2006. According to him that was the better option, compared to paying the compound, considering my valid reasons. Perhaps the magistrate has more common sense than the JPJ officers. Worth a shot.

I looked at the summons. 26 July.

On my way there this morning, the jam was terrible than norm. Some major road closure. Alamak... I’m going to be very late. So I decided to look at the summons again.

"Offence date: 26 July 2005. You are hereby ordered to appear in person on 17 July 2006..."

Eh? Whaa..t? 17 July 2006. Shittt!!! OMG! It was 8:50am. The trip would normally take 40 minutes from my jam spot. I was not moving. At all. And I know for a fact that procedurally, a warrant of arrest would be issued against non-attendees. Heck, I've asked for warrants of arrest to be issued against non-attendees before. Arghh! I envisioned the court bailiff coming to the house and Mummy will be on the verge of a cardiac arrest. Okay stop that thought. Not pleasant. Don’t panic. Okay. Uhm.. Allright, smoke. Okay.

I rang MBF. I told her. She panics. Call Doc K! Get mc for 17th! Dear, it's 26th already. Okay. Get mc for 17th till 25th!

Uhm.. That's like 8 days mc. What sickness? Parkinson's disease? Illiteracy? Stupidity?

I told her I'd just get to court first. If I can actually move my car it'd be great. We chatted some more. She said if they want to throw me into a lockup and I get that 1 phonecall, call her and she'll sort things out. Somehow.

When I finally got there, I went inside in my black and white getup but the court was not in session. "Saman JPJ? Hari ni takde.." Yes uncle I know.. I looked at the wrong date. He was very nice though and said to go to JPJ to get it sorted out. He confirmed there was no warrant of arrest issued yet.

Thank you God.. Saved Mummy from drama.

Off to JPJ I went and after a relatively short wait I was given another date.

*Relief*

I think at times I am blonde...

destination singledom?

A close friend had a hilarious post about the bunch of us. I’ve been wittily described as a shopaholic mad about her Havaianas and handbags, a cig n caffeine addict; a self-sufficient girl-power chick who doesn’t need a man (note the bold italicised bit), amongst other things.

I went through the post again this morning. Hmm.. The bold italicised bit stirred me a little because I thought I sound like a and was painted as a femiNazi. Alamak.. Do I exude such impression?

In fairness, to a certain extent, maybe I do seem like one. But it isn’t necessarily true :) Betul ni....

To be in a mutually satisfying couple-dom, to have a partner; it’s delightful, it’s fun. Isn’t that natural to want?

I’ve my share of mistakes, errors of judgment, things that make me feel like kicking myself when I look back. Maybe I’m too cautious after. But what other way is there? Make do with anyone? Look at the bigger picture -- I might as well be happy with all I'm blessed with.

Eh ooo-la-la-la, I’m no spice girl lah.. Not girl power.

But then again, it’s a tongue-in-cheek post.. Hilarious exaggerated descriptions. No offence meant and none taken. Brilliant post. Congratulations on ur blog my dear!

the 13th flips

I wore my 13th pair of Havaianas for the first time last night. They're baby pink with light green thongs. I absolutely love them.

Can somebody please please bring its whole range to Malaysia? Or does somebody know where to get them in KL else than at pedder red klcc or fourskin OU?

Meow-ingtons

Would appreciate answers if you have them and if time permits you:
1. Is it normal to eat non-stop when on holiday?
2. Anyone has a Norwegian forest cat?
3. Can I meet him/her? Please?
4. Should I try the sago worms?
5. Why does the Sarawak Cultural Village close at 5pm?
6. How can crocodiles grow to 19 feet +?
7. What do they eat?!
8. Why are fat furry things generally cute?
9. How come I haven’t seen any hornbills in the land of the hornbill?
10. Is the Kuching cat museum the only museum dedicated to cats in the world?

fat people are more difficult to kidnap

A colleague came to me and said "My doctor says I should not be under a lot of stress now. I've low blood pressure."

Yes. Not even 1 year in practice. Poor girl. On the other hand I felt like doing a cheerful little dance to welcome her aboard.

But it got me thinking about me. I'm denial queen. Low blood pressure and superhigh cholesterol. So not on.

Despite that, it has been ages since I did yoga. Or went walking. Or went swimming. Or did anything remotely beneficial to my health. 3 months to be exact.. *sigh*

This isn't good. It doesn't help that I can't remember where I chucked my supplements. Or cut down the cigs. Or have proper meals. And I'm due for that dreaded doctor's appointment. I've ran out of excuses. But worry is just going to add to the stress, which is a no-no. Kan?

On the up side, fat people are more difficult to kidnap..

THE NARCISSISTIC CHOCPOT PART 1

5 favourite scents:
1. Stella - Stella McCartney
2. Lovely - Sarah Jessica Parker
3. Romance - Ralph Lauren
4. Envy me - Gucci
5. Cerruti 1881 Pour Femme

4 vices:
1. Cig
2. Irregular food
3. Irregular sleep
4. Coffee

3 favoured looks:
1. Bohemian
2. Beach/casual
3. Grecian

2 ultimate chillout sess:
1. Quiet chilling at the beach in the sun, slow breeze, birds chirping, waves lapping, powder white sand, good book
2. Post-yoga

Favourite meal:
Weekend breakfast

Chocolate or icecream?
Chocolate icecream

Handbag or shoes?
Shoes AND handbags

F1 or WRC?
Uhmm..

Vacation preference: few places in a week or one place for a week
One place for a few days

Favourite candy bar:
Lindt’s Excellence 70% Dark Chocolate Squares

Nasi lemak or roti canai:
Tough one.. both alternately?

kiss of death

We knew each other. Feelings took charge. Overwhelmed.

"Isn’t she lovely?" Darling, I sure am.
Lovely as lovely can be. You said that.

Consciously he tore me apart. I left.

He reached out for me. Certain, he said. Undaunted. Promises.

Not for long. Now unsure. Again. After all that?

Had he no conscience? Were my senses impaired?

There he goes again prancing about like an angel. Strange. How does he live with himself?

Self-declared bastard.

I’m sorry, it doesn't hurt to know, but that just doesn't cut. It doesn't make it better. It doesn't even change anything.
Apology? Too little too late. Perhaps in time.
Friends? Not in this life. It would be ideal, but you're just not worth it.

It had to happen the way it did. I can now see.

Disentangled. Free.

One less eyecandy

The Brasil-Japan match in the last World Cup group F game was his final. Hidetoshi Nakata has retired from football. What a waste... http://nakata.net/en/

mindtrip

MBA shook me up last week. He made me see some things from a different perspective. He knows most of my sob stories and my fears and my reservations. He also knows what it is that I look for.

Yes, it’s true what he said. Consequently, I’m somewhat braver now. Little by little.

Thank you darling.

I TOUCHED A PYTHON!!!

I’ve always known he was a pianist, I’ve always known he plays there sometimes. I've heard him play. Come Friday night, despite being robbed of our original table, we were seated somewhere behind. Unplanned, he was in full view. Conclusion: Sheer brilliance. He literally threw his fingers all over the piano like an ace, jammed with the drummer (who was also good, but that’s not the point here..) and he could light his cig AND smoke it during. I was smitten!!! What is IT with musicians that makes them so damned attractive… To me anyway. I especially love it when after they finish, they’d just sit with their buddies and chat away; looking like any Tom, Dick or Harry.

Everyone can look like anyone – until you know something about them that makes them uncommon to you.

Yesterday the four of us was reaching the end of our afternoon tea when I suggested that we prolong our outing and amuse ourselves with something different. It was about 5 p.m. and my idea was to enjoy the rest of the afternoon. A walk in the Lake Gardens? No takers. They stared at me as if I grew a third eye just by suggesting that. Oookay. Surprisingly, they were game for the second idea, and off to the zoo we went.

Not much changed since my last visit. A baby giraffe was so beautifully gorgeous that I felt like taking him home just to see my cat’s reaction to it. Hehehe.. I think I’ll definitely enjoy the shock in Sumo’s face; taking in the existence of a baby giraffe.. hehehe. Must annoy Sumo more.

Come sundown the mosquitoes, though definitely not the for-show zoo inhabitants, were enjoying a buffet spread on my legs. Grr.. Must put insect repellant in bag. Uhmm.. what the heck for, really.. It’s not like we make a point to roam around some wooded areas during Maghrib anyway. Oh no.. Is there really some hantu beruk??

A stop at the restaurant for a smoke, drink and nibble, off we went to catch the 8:30 p.m. show. There HAD to be a python kan. A supergigantic thing. I DO NOT like snakes. DO NOT. Each time I think of them I feel all geli geleman. Euw.. I see the giant wrapped around his trainer’s leg and body and neck, my automatic reaction is to cringe and shiver and desperately look elsewhere.

I don’t know what possessed me at the end of the show that I had the urge to be friendly with the giant. By friendly I mean a loving touch -- all of 2 seconds. That’s friendly enough...

Half a meter away, its skin was actually quite beautiful -– shades of grey and blue with bits of gold. The python’s skin felt quite cold, firm, smooth and scaly. Kinda like a lawyer. Hahhahahahaaa.

It felt like touching a big firm fish, without the wet bit (noooo!!! :p). It wasn’t as bad as how I pictured it.

Small to some, THAT was progress enough for me :)

The Blog War

Somewhat challenged in all things technical, the furthest I’ve gone is to regularly visit a few that I found interesting enough. Never had I the urge to have my very own – until the blog war. Some friends have been waging major war against each other for the whose-is-the-better-blog-award. Hmm.. what’s the excitement all about? One HAS to be curious after ALL THAT. My friends are a wonderful crazy bunch, let me tell you that much.

So here I am. Blog virgin. Perhaps this beats the conventional type of writing that I only normally do i.e. paper and pen. Who knows?

Yesterday I was alerted that if you’re on diet and you’re thinking “I should not have that yummy slice of chocolate chunk cheesecake”, you’re actually concentrating on the goddamned cheesecake – which ultimately makes your diet a tad more arduous to stick to. Which makes complete sense.

How then do you explain why psychiatrists make their patients revisit their life-scarring experiences -- the ultimate goal of which is to stop thinking about those experiences?

Perhaps understanding is the key here. Once you truly understand, then you are able to see things for what they are and would be able to make better judgment in order to move on. Sounds easy enough doesn’t it?

Sometimes we are stubborn for the wrong reasons. In effect we are actually subconsciously digging a deeper hole for us to plunge into when it all falls apart.

But then again, the “wrong” reasons will only reveal themselves AFTER the catastrophe has occured.

I’ll take my chances. Now where’s that lovely cheesecake?