Extremo

The company gave us a 5 day holiday leading to the New Year,so with nothing much blocking our calendars, 5 of us decided to check out what deals the coupon site we frequented had in store. We found a deal on buggy treks, go karts and ATV. Having had a frustrated month at the workplace, we thought to let off some steam by trying this more adventurous activity.

So we rode down to Port Dickson, a sleepy seaside town this December, with our trusted driver AC and after making a few wrongs turns, found the buggy trek pit stop.Manned by a couple of teenagers, they gave us a short briefing on the hazards of driving the ATV or the buggy dangerously and i do think the instructor enjoyed watching us squirm in our seats when he started telling of some story where a kid flew off his ride and injured his chest. ( don't know the point of his story cos I'm sure none of us looked like some sugar laden young child)

Snickers followed as we tried to get on our buggys and vehicles but when deviljoe got on her ride and sped of, well, like the devil herself, must have gave them something to awe at.

Mama S and I managed 4 rounds on the buggy, which should have been called a bullock jeep instead, judging by the weight of the vehicle and the toughness of turning its steering wheel.a Buffalo's horns would be more easily managed. We had to get off a few times as certain bends on the trek were too sharp for the buggy to take and the drivers need to jump off and push the buggy back and jump back in before an unassuming ATV takes the turn and knocks them over. Unfortunately an ATV had to die on one of those bends too and we had to push the ATV out of the way and pull our buggy onto the main 'road' and after doing this 4 times, my muscles were threatening me that they will leave me and go sit in the van.

So i gave up the buggy to deviljoe who was more than happy to be speeding again after completing her 4 ATV rounds in record time.Mama S and I then decided to try the ATV. Unfortunately in my 2nd round, i lost control of it and went headlong into some shrubs, scaring away some pigeons, ducks, squirrels and Buffaloes.

OK there weren't any buffaloes but i would have scared them off if there had been

Sustaining  a long cut on my left leg, i gave up the ATV to deviljoe(who was waiting patiently at the finishing line) and nothing gave me more joy than to let her ride off with that hair flying behind her and later puncturing the damn tyres.

The teenagers then decided we needed a good show and proceeded to do some 2 wheel driving stunts for us. ....showoffs........

We then had to drive to the local superstore where the go-kart was managed at the top of the building. Here too we were given a short briefing and deviljoe and AC turned up winners. the view from way up was great and it was good to see the ol' refinery !

From there we had to drive down to Glory Beach where they kept the hamster ball and the kangaroo stilts. Unfortunately the teens here weren't too friendly and after informing us that the hamster ball could not be used, and handing us some stilts, they pretty much left us alone. Unperturbed, AC, SY and Mama S still went up the slide, possibly pretending do balloon rock climbing. The kangaroo stilts proved to be harder than they looked and we gave them up after a while.

                                                      




Hungry and tired, we decided to leave the PD town and head out to Seremban(se_ siew pao?-deviljoe-) and feasted on crabs.


 By then it was late evening and after a short stop on local delicacy shopping, we tiredly headed back to the city.
                                                 

happy to be back with my book today...... :) :) :)

Blue moon night out

Now I am not one to hang out late into the night. I rather get home before the bewitching hour to catch Christopher meloni standing up for justice.

But being tonight having no Mr meloni on air, I spent a bit of extra time hanging out with  lovely G and her hubby at a club cheekily named vogue. And no, it had no resemblance to the magazine.  

But what it did have was sofa sets befitting a king, jewel encrusted and draped in velvet. I kid not.

There is something that i really wish i could do. It would be good if I could someday meet with the person who came up with names of drinks served at clubs. I had two shots, a cock sucking cowboy and a blow job. Either this person who came up with these names was extremely horny at the time or they hired someone from the sexual crimes prison to come up with these names. Which I'm sure would not make Chris meloni a happy man.

I mean..how did baileys and butterscotch become something a cowboy would suck?  And a private part at that. It was so uncomfortable telling my cambodian waiter we wanted to order the blow job..cos he kept saying " yes, yes, blow job nice. Is very sweet". Sigh.
Thanks also to the buy 1 free1 happy hour special, the next door table of skimpily clad 18 year olds were hammering on almost  300 cosmos. Unable to walk much farther than their table, they girls decide to dance right thr while trying to lift their already short skirts..hoping to get a couple of free cowboys and blow jobs? Bro in law had a good point, why do they wear something so short when the probability of them falling is as high as their tall- as-giraffe shoes?

Well at least I got a lil free entertainment.

Though I'll still take Chris meloni any day...


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They say the most important thing a person can have in life are friends. I agree wholeheartedly with that, for today i had an amazing time with 3 of my closest girlfriends. Best part of it we tricked yoda S to standing on a chair in TGIF and giving us a birthday song. The look on her face was worth millions. revenge is sweet my friend!! We made fun of stupid things and stupid people and for that 2 hours were transported to a time and place where nothing mattered.

But throughout the conversation, one topic did catch me out. When we spoke of friends past,for a second I almost turned to speak to that person, forgetting that he isn't there any longer. I suppose sometimes people leave such an impact on our lives that long after they are gone, they still live in our hearts and soul.

Its true that time goes by and water keeps flowing under that bridge, but I will step off that bridge and look at the time when I am ready again. But until then, ill just spend more time tricking the Yoda into doing other crazy stuff and hope she doesn't decide to take revenge on me.

viva la vida,muchachitas! Love ya girls!

Maestros of Romantic Fiction

Our high respect for a well read person is praise enough for literature.
T. S. Eliot

There are many ways literature is defined. We have Shakespeare, Kipling, Elliot..

Then we have Stephen King,Robert Ludlum, David Brown..

And lastly we have Kathleen Woodiwiss, Brenda Joyce and Linda Lyle Miller..I know, i know, surely someone is going 'who is that??' We may not know the names..but i'm sure many of us know the tales.

No matter what you chose to read and what adorns the shelves in your bedroom, the mystery behind Kathleen and friends' writing will always be intriguing to us. I remember the first time I picked up a romance novel. At such a tender age, I was looking for more of an educational book(*ahem*ahem*), and since the most informative channel, the TV, was locked away, i choose to rummage through my mothers book cupboard.


This is what I found: in some land, in some long forgotten time lived a fair headed stubborn maiden. There was some war, a bunch of dudes on horses came to rob and loot the fair maidens castle and the leader of pack decides to kidnap the pretty lass.

Next thing you know, the dude cant take his eyes off the lady and she starts harboring secret feelings for him after he saves her from some snake. Or a bear. Or something. And then there’s a gazillion scenes set in the haystack and then another man(or was it a bear? hmm) decides to kidnap the lady, and Mr Stud has some duel with the evil man-bear and kills him. Mr Stud and Lady kiss and live happily every after..


Sounds like something you have read before?

Maybe it’s the world we live in, news of divorces, break ups and marriages gone wrong so common in our lives that we long for that little bit of happy ending and romance.

But then again, maybe its just the haystack scenes that catch our wonder.

For whatever reasons, these NY Times and US Today best selling novels will somehow always make their way to a lady’s shelf. There could also be a couple of men who wanna be Fabio Lanzoni. Eek!

P.S Thank you Ms JC for sharing with us the wonderment of being pregnant and deciding to visit the haystack! Hahaha, jk!! 

The Tale of Amour and Psyche

Love is an ever amazing feeling.

We could love our parents, our dogs, our cars, our siblings, our face all unconditionally. We think that nothing could be better than what we have..

And yet love, in its most over rated form-the whole reason for  valentine’s day and a naked Cupid- is complicated.

Is it possible for us to love more than one person at a time? And deeper yet, to love someone who has promised their lives (and fidelity) to another human being? An answer I am yet to find after the recent event during a holiday I had

So here I was, driving blissfully to an open house in USJ, dreaming of wonderful lemang and rendang, when my co-pilot starts berating me with complaints on how she is unhappy with her married boyfriend because he spends too much time with his family. Not being one to judge(*cough*cough*) I tried to understand her predicament. She has been with her Mr X for over a year now and lately, he decided he wants to spend more time with his kids. Unfortunate for her, this meant endless lonely nights, swimming alone in the long pool, single microwaved dinners and an huge empty king sized bed (Ok, so I exaggerate!)

But on a serious note, isn’t this kind of expected? Like some kind of pre-nup..i mean pre-affair implied agreement?

Totally unaware of this ‘agreement’, Ms Unhappy decided to add spice to her life. She will start dating her boyfriend’s friend, who is incidentally also married. Mr X warns her off the guy but she decides to turn a deaf ear to the man ‘betraying’ her and decide to go on a diving trip with him to some secluded, romantic island..And here is the spice part where I come in, Ms Unhappy invites me(and a couple of my crazy friends) along! She needs a cover up so Mr X does not know she is having a extra-affair affair with another man. Our presence would be sort of a cover up,so she can tell Mr X that she is going with a circus.

Dun tell me I did not warn you its complicated J

……..Its not life, its HBO……….

Happy Ghost Month!

No one is more afraid of ghosts than those that don't believe in them-Chinese Proverb-

Once a pon a time, a long long time ago, during the time when the Japanese occupied whats today known as Seri Kembangan or Serdang, there used to a hill. The story goes that during the hard times of war and brutality, some of the local villages were captured and taken into captivity on this hill. The Japanese were not interested in keeping the poor villages as hostages and they mercilessly cut their heads off. Now the bodies were never claimed for who would dare to go up into the hills for fear of losing their own heads. So over time, the skeletons of those unjustly murdered became one with the land on which they found their fate.

The ending of the war saw the Japanese returning to their home country.The hill, having seen so much bloodshed, became a home of sorts for snakes. Beautiful ferns and greens grew at the foot of hill, beckoning the villagers to come and pick them. But it was almost impossible to get atop the hill with the Cobras, Vipers, Adders, Boa, living on the trees and grassland of the hill. The hill came to be known to the locals as the Matterhorn Hill. The tallest hill in the region, with the coldest history, as cold as the hill in switzerland, which it was named after.

Time moved on, winds blew over the trees, rain washed over the hill, pushing the long forgotten bones of the dead deeper into its belly. The stories of the deceased became forgotten with the onslaught of modernisation.

Development, mankind's both friend and enemy, ensued a highway to be build over the hill. The slope was flattened with tractors, tar splayed and blackened the swamp of ferns. And not long after, people of the modern world would use the road that ran over the 'grave' of the hill.

As some stories are, they do not wish to be forgotten. It is said that the spirits of those dead and buried  would rise every now and then, standing on the highway to mislead the living.


P.S RIP to Jamuna from HP who passed away on a dry Wednesday on the MEX highway. And for those who told of numerous accident cases on the same stretch..drive safe, and keep to the speed limit!

Passing Days

Isn't it always weird how we say "Where did the time go?" Its like everyone gets this sudden amnesia and cant remember what we did in the last year or the last decade or something.

I definitely know where the last 2 years went for Baby Mickeyface..from learning to focus his small eyes to turning on his tummy. From crawling to running and (very soon) jumping..From eating yucky goobers to yummy chicken rice and 'Kolat'. From forming ghuhryweer (doesnt baby language sound a lil like zombie?) to screaming pua! and Menya! From playing with rattles to playing home-made Wipeout.

Every weekend in the last 2 years have been the happiest and most tiring days for me and Diplodocus. But nothing could make it more worthwhile than hearing Baby Mickeyface calling us his aunts, hearing his laughter and the pitter patter of his little feet around the house. Wish I could say the same thing about cleaning his diapers though..urgh.

So maybe he wont like balls and ballons forever.Maybe he will start drawing on walls and breaking glasses and stuff. But heck, we wouldnt trade in that time for anything in the world.

So heres a big cheers to my beloved nephew who is growing up as fast as a ferrari. And who can run just as fast too..*pant*pant*

Where did the time go.....sigh........

The Little Chinapiece

There was once a colourful little porcelain piece of China. She travelled from the cold country down to the valley in hope of a better life. Sadly Little Chinapiece was fooled by fate, hurt by the bitter cold, blistered by people who could not care less.

Little Chinapiece went from home to home. Each home worse than the one before it.And each time she left that home, Little Chinapiece would grow one more crack on her colourful porcelain.

One day, a Young Master came about. He saw Little Chinapiece sitting quietly at the side of a bustling shop. Young Master decided to buy Little Chinapiece and take her home. He gently carried Little Chinapiece to a new shelf in his home. Everyday Young Master would tell Little Chinapiece how much he liked her on his shelf and would lovingly glue back Little Chinapiece cracked edges. Little Chinapiece was happy. Young Master had said she could stay and she thought finally she had found her home.

Alas, one weekend, Young Master's mother came to his home.She glanced at Little Chinapiece on the mantelpiece an told her son that Little Chinapiece did not belong in his home. She had not suited the other furniture in his home. Young Master tried to reason with his mother, told her he liked Little Chinapiece on his shelf/ But Mother said no.

Having no further choice, Young Master sadly picked up Little Chinapiece and threw her out his window.

Down down down Little Chinapiece went. Hard road and rocks splintered her to a thousand pieces.

Never to be fixed again.

Enunciation? Whats up ya'll??

Sometimes, just sitting at a spot and watching people can be interesting. When I had a stopover in Frankfurt..(wow was that really a year ago??) I noticed that the people just sat the sidewalk cafes..and just sat watching people. I later on went to read that it is a favourite pastime of fellow Europeans. Im pretty sure most of their resumes have People Watching listed as a Hobby.

If we sat people watching in KL, I think the one thing you're bound to notice is the many accents and lingo we have.

I read this interesting article a couple of weeks ago. It was about how all it takes is for a Malaysian is to be in London for 20 days and they come back all British..from nasi lemak and teh tarik, to tea and scones, ma'am? I am not saying that only we Malaysians do it, a small check online confirmed that even Americans tend to change their accents , 'jus because i like it.'

I don't deny that maybe..just maybe..travelling to foreign county, one might just pick up the patter of the locals. But what strikes me as extraordinary are those people who have never been to a foreign land and yet speak perfect "Queens English" and become number 1 fans of Mary Poppins. Of course there are those of us who are trained to do it at call centers. And then theres those of us who pick up by just speaking (over the phone) to someone from, say, the You-Kay. Maybe it comes from hours in front of youtube. No, I am not joking here, seriously! You can actually train yourself to speak like Harry Potter.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iAqdYMcjMNQ

Then theres some of us who make up their own accent. It takes out the whole meaning in a simple sentence like 'what is that creature?'to 'Wot ees that CrE-ay-chr?'. Yeah, well, you can figure it out.

Manglish is alright too. Though I cant imagine an Australian speaking it.
Interviewer: What do you think of new movie Hugh? Will it fare well in the box office ?
Hugh Jackman: Ok ok la...i think can la make some money..

Don't sound right, innit?

But seriously I think its cool the way we Malaysians have mixed and mangled every accent we hear and made it into something that only we understand. Its unique and thats what gives people a sense of belonging to one another, especially with the multitudes of languages we have.

Ich liebe Würstchen...Enjoy!

keep the edge of the fabric of people - Google Translate-

There's one thing that I think I would never understand, even if I lived to be 1000 years old.Why do people find it so fascinating in creating stories about another person's life? and why does 90% of humanity love hearing gossip? whether its about their neighbours, their in-laws, their favourite celebrities? I mean I guess all of us do it, otherwise Guiliana Ransic and Ryan Seacrest wouldnt be able to afford their yatchs.

Unfortunate for me, i heard the most bizarre rumours about myself recently. What made it more bizarre was that the stories was related by 1. someone i do not speak to and 2. is about 30 years my senior.

In one rumour, I am potrayed as a slut. Apparently I had 'ran away' with a Foreigner and returned home(possibly my passport was expired, as no explanation was given on my return). I then had fallen in love with someone of a different religion and my parents had been so upset that they had arranged a wedding for me a local hotel to a man from sumwhere in India. The story fails to tell if the man was rich, dark and handsome, or had a yatcht. I mean cmon people, at least make the rumour realistic..say I ran off with a rich arabian and came home with all the riches of the world after my alleged boyfriend fell into an oil well...or something..

In another rumour, I was potrayed as a conniving witch, who had deliberately planned for my cousin to not have a home and to get into arguments with her family members. All because I gave her advise on not taking things to heart! you see, my cousin was angry with a member of the family. Apparently this person had said some unseemly things to her. Being the witch I am, I had sought out to mend the misunderstanding, only to have blame splashed against my face. and so the rumour spread among the whole family, and naturally, no one asked the witch what really happened, for fear she may curse their evil tongues!(or so, i think)

Well, I can only say that god gave man a mouth to speak, and as with any god-given things, we tend to misuse it. I am not blaming the rumour mongers, but I am asking for everyone not to believe every little gossip you hear. The best way is always to use common sense and clarify before spreading anything further. Just never know how the stories will roll  right back at our feet.

Now where did I put that broom??

Lost but not found

When I was in school, we used to have roadside traders set up stalls at our school gate. Day after day, they would battle the sun and rain, patiently waiting for the school bell to ring to sell their goods, which mainly consisted of candy and toys..

One such trader was an old Indian uncle who used to sell ice cream. No offense to BR and Haagen fans, but this man’s ice cream was the best I ever had! He would come by on a old motorcycle, park it across the road from the school, and would ring his little horn every now and then. We could hear his horn from our classrooms and the teachers would have a tough time keeping everyone in their seats.

Focus : Get out of class, get ice cream

I remember rushing down 3 floors from my classroom, going as fast as my short(er) legs would carry me to the bicycle stand, fighting the urge to hop on the bicycle to get to the main gate. For safety reasons, we were not allowed to cycle in the school compound. I guess it would have like a war zone if we did..the afternoon students strolling in to class, the morning students rushing to get out. There’s bound to be a mishap or two.

Focus : Cycle, cycle.get ice cream

Thankfully the school had also provided for a ‘safety’ man to get us across the road safely. I mean when you’re a kid, you tend to focus so hard on getting something and tend not to pay attention to other things around you, like traffic.

Focus : ice cream!

It was sold in
only one flavor: milk vanilla. It was so white and creamy, topped with just right amount of chocolate sauce and bits of broken almonds. If anyone ever thought to trademark his ice cream, I would gladly suggest a name-Heaven In A Cup. That ice cream was my companion for many many days on my ride home.

As all things come to an end, one day the old uncle never showed up. We tried asking around, but no one seemed to know what had happened. I was already in high school at that time and I felt sad that the littler kids wouldn’t get to taste uncle’s ice cream.

Funny the things we do remember from our childhood. I guess I am remembering things long gone as another episode of my life had to come to an end recently and I realize that at the end, memories are all that remain..

Peace to Ice Cream Uncle! Where ever he may be.

Hello..Goodbye

Hey there stranger, how you bin'
Feels like i'm standing on the outside looking in
at the mess we left behind
And it's a long way to fall
I gave you everything I had
I gave it all
And then my heart was on the line

I can't hate you
any longer
I know i'm going to miss you
I'll forget it and let it go.

What doesn't kill you
It makes you stronger
And though i'm going to miss you
I'll forget it and let you go

And even though the tears will dry
I can't completely disconnect
Couldn't make the compromise
Didn't have a safety net
Say hello to goodbye, cuse its gone forever
No more try, you and I
Not now, not ever
And i'll get by without you
I'm not going back again
I'm not going to lie to you
Cuse, that was there and only then.

Goodbye Cowie

Ever had that feeling that when an object has been around you for so long that it becomes part and parcel of your life? Like say that angel statue that someone gave to you as a gift for some forgotten event, at some forgottten point in time? It just sits at your office desk, day after day, until one day it loses one wing and you throw it out..still makes you feel like something is missing..

Well Cowie was like that. Bought many years ago in an attempt to start a small fake garden, he had a small patch of fake grass where he sat on, high on the old coffee table..sitting at the front entrance of the house, welcoming anyone who walked in. He had a tall tree next to him, which gave Cowie a good shade..

Baby mickeyface would play with it, and we would try to wrestle Cowie out of his grasp, so he wont get broken,but alas..today was a day we could not defend Cowie

Cats have been known to have no mercy.

Sometime this morning, some Cat jumped unto the table..trying to catch the bird that made Cowie's tree a home. Cowie, unable to defend himself against the monstrous Cat, fell over..and severed his blessed head.

A part of the house, the first thing anyone would see before they walked in, gone today in a matter of minutes.

Thankfully Cowie's body had been removed before diplodo or baby mickeyface could see it..but his memory will always live on..

Rest in peace Cowie..

Big 30

When I was younger, my high school friends used to forget my birthday almost every year. Reason? It was too close to April Fools. Every1 is too busy fooling each other ( whats it called? Post April Fool Party?) that my birthday 2 days later jus jumps memory.

hmmm...
But they were great girls..all 7 of them..would throw a hell of a party when they would finally remember..:)

Since I kinda shut off my FB lately(no Kat, I am not a dino!!), i guess it was definitely ok that some people called me much later, and some needed thick skinned-on my part- reminder.haha..

I guess this can go off as a thank you note for everyone who made my much awaited 30th a good day( and a sorry note to some food outlets who did not)

Mum and dad, for the BIG La Manila cake, I havent had one since I was in early 20s. The taste is still great!
The Briyani from Devis, never ever again. I used to love you and at a point, you were one of the best from that part of town. But this time, really bad.
The huge karipap from MV, I am sorry I was too stuffed to eat you at the tea party.
Nyonya Kuih (thats kokoi diplodo), my favourite food since I was 3....

Baby Mickeyface- thanks for the mess
Diplodo (and Sulo) - I loved the earrings!!

Peky,my closest friend in my late twenties, thanks for the crazy deco and the Moo Moo. Scared baby mickeyface half to poopoo. Thanks for the 2nd cake and suprise party. I really didnt expect that on WD2.hahahaha!!

JC, the earrings matched  my baju la..lol. Thanks for the Bimba and Lola. If any1 has voucher, remember guys, its only discounted on leather shoes and bags. But i gotta say, If you wanna pay RM700 for a thin piece of blouse, please send some of your fortune to me.

There goes my thank you note. Theres still one gift I am waiting for( told ya Im thick skinned) but it can take its time to arrive :)

And remember, age is just a number! Live your life...