Sorry, I'm actually back from Bangkok much earlier

I must agree this post is super delayed but I just haven't got the time. And I actually suck at Photoshop so you guys gotta forgive that as well.

So let's talk about Bangkok. What about the city centre of the land of smiles? Why not I start with it's super cheap yet trendy fashion? Or the tourist-friendly and easy navigation of its streets? Or its cheap beers? Or its impressive and wide-spaced malls that actually put our much adored Pavilion KL to shame? Or the catchy ads they play non-stop in the BTS? (I swear I'll miss each station I need to go if they had those TV screens in our LRTs). Or the megawatt smile that the Thais flash your way, even when times you bump into someone who can't speak a word of English? Or the surplus of sleazy nightlife creatures that roam the streets of Silom? Not forgetting touts who harass you to watch ping pong shows, pussy shows or whatever else they call it.

I must say that a 4D/3N trip to Bangkok is pretty long enough if you are looking to travel like how I did. Only for shopping and to revel in its nightlife glory. Well, not actually revel lah. Only good enough to satisfy the long and much kept curiousity. And no innocent pussies kitties were killed in the event of satisfying of this curiousity. But my poor foot has suffered a case of 'shop until you drop'. I didn't exactly dropped, but I did walk too much until my foot hurts now whenever I stand and walk too much or even when I wear heels :( But nevermind, women are strong creatures. This shall not prevent me from continuing to pursue my love of shopping! :)

Some of the pictures that I really wanna post are still with Danny so that's why you guys don't get to see pics of me riding on a tuk tuk. I think I can only get 'em after CNY so if I waited any longer then this post will be delayed some more :p




Our hotel room. It was small. Clean and simple. Has air-conditioning and hot shower (that works!). Friendly staff and great (free) breakfast. Well worth the RM80 per night.






Breakfast and pool area. Damn those angmohs who act like they've never played pool in their lives. Can you guys effing not play pool in the middle of the night?! Geez...




We lived real close to the Sala Deang BTS Station so it was very convenient to get around. Not to mention there were taxis and tuk tuks in almost every corner.




To get to Sala Daeng station, we had to walk along this street which was opposite our hotel. It's filled with Japanese signboards from top to bottom. Danny had a hard time telling if we were on vacation in Thailand or Japan. During the day, it's really quiet. At night, you see Thai women (and not so women) calling out for customers in front of all those pubs and massage parlours. And of course you can't miss those gatal Japanese expats who live and work around the area.



It doesn't get any more Japanese than this!




Pink taxi *love* We were in one of these beauties, back to the airport on the day we had to leave. Dear dear, can we move to Bangkok one day and you become a pink taxi driver if you're unemployed? :p



Window shopping and souvenir shopping at Siam Paragon




I [heart] Siam Square! So many cute bags and clothes yet too little money to spare








Chinatown... The wholesaler's paradise. Not really a cool place to shop beasue it was too packed but you gotta make a trip here to check the place out anyhow.




We weren't allowed in the temples because we were wearing shorts. The Buddisht temples in Thailand are very strict. You cannot enter if you are not fully covered. Must wear long pants and cannot wear any clothing without sleeves. So we only managed to take some pictures from the outside compound of the Grand Temple.








We hopped from one water taxi to another while getting around to the Grand Temple and Chinatown and then back to Silom. It's a great experience. I thought it was gonna be all slow and expensive but it was relatively cheap and we got to our destinations pretty fast. Now that's a great way to beat the traffic jam. But you certainly will arrive everywhere with a bad hairdo. I saw a sign which says 'Safety on Board' and I was like, "What safety???????" Everyone is just standing on the boat, packed to the brim without proper safety equipments and the only barrier between you and the river is a piece of string -.-"




On the way to Pratunam Market, which we arrived too early and then moved on to Chatuchak (OMG!!) instead.








What do you do when your travel mate is too busy shopping and you're left alone? Monkey around with the camera, of course! Notice the Dior bag, haha! And we were shopping in Chatuchak Market, not Siam Paragon.




Room Sweet Room ;p




Lovely little bunny being kept in a tiny little cage. The pets sold in Chatuchak are very cute indeed, but they also look kinda pitiful. Thank goodness the people who sell them do keep these animals in good condition.




Preparing the puppy to cook after being ordered at a restaurant. Haha... You should've seen Mr. Bun's face when I told him that when he saw this picture. The lady is just giving the puppy a bath lah!

Moving on, the foodies!



Roadside barbequed octopus. Very juicy and succulent!






(If I had) Three thumbs up for the chicken broth noodles!




Porky samurai burger. Here's proof that having McDonald's when you travel isn't always such a mean thing to do.




Here's me kicking back and having a Heineken after being harassed. Oh... We shall save the juiciest bit for last, shall we? And beer is cheaper than what we get in KL. 80 baht for a Heineken. Cheap what...






I love love love the Tom Yam Kung here. This stall actually lets us order whether we want it spicy or non-spicy. So we went with non-spicy and we finished every drop of the soup. It came in a much bigger bowl and they gave us this smaller bowl to put in the stuff we wanted to eat. There were so much prawns and mushrooms. The soup just warms up the stomach and made me feel good. And kinda hungry too 'cause it's sour.




We didn't eat this but I reckon it's funny. Poor fish... You want some Actal?




From the backseat of a tuk tuk.

Now to the famed and notorious nightlife of Bangkok...








There's no shocking pictures of me posing with ah kuas or pictures taken from within a nightclub. There's simply no oppotunity for me to do so. My camera is too fucking big and my phone's camera sucks. Maybe next time I'll borrow Mr. Bun's new handphone when I try to sneak a picture from Patpong. We didn't go for any ping pong shows because I was told that only old and unappetizing aunties perform. Anyway it's not like I don't have pussy. Why pay and go look at old aunty's pussy? There were also sex shows available. You can watch a man and a woman have sex live in front of you just by paying several hundred baht. Don't want lah. Better put mirrors in my room if I wanna watch just a man and woman having sex. Free some more. So what did we do? We went to the only gay street in Patpong. On the first night, which was a Thrusday, we were harassed to the max. Simply because the crowd wasn't too encouraging. Touts were basically pulling and dragging us into their pubs. MCH... One asshole even pinched my arm and laughed on his own. I feel so raped. And they scared me. We wanted to watch a gay show but we shelved the plan. Scared mah. But we went again the next night and guess what? No one even noticed us walking along the street because business was booming on a Friday night. CB! But anyway we went for a show. They had different segments of performances for about an hour. No pictures taken but I guess I'll try to compensate with the blurry pictures from their brochure. Good enough?



The one and only gay show featuring underwater performers, or so they claimed. Those guys were actually wearing googles when we watched. Kena tipu...









The price to watch a show is only 200 baht, inclusive of one bottle of beer, any beer. That's very cheap. When we walked in, we were surprised that the place is actually very small. We were seated right in front of the tiny stage. Or if that's what you call it. Plenty of men and boys were walking around, most of them on stage already. All of them were wearing tight white shorts, white socks and white shoes. Some wore white singlets but some did not. Of course it was bloody exciting while seated to watch the show. But being me, I tend to take things with a pinch of salt. The shoes they're wearing, those aren't some leather shoes or even shoes that LOOK expensive. Most are just school shoes that we buy from Bata and football shoes that they probably wear to have a game at the field during the day. There were a few faces that look very young and some even look very manly. I cannot bring myself to belive that they are gay by nature or by choice. It's just a job.

Anyway it started with the guys being paraded on stage for horny old men to pick. The place was kinda empty when we walked in but the crowd grew bigger as time goes by. Then it was showtime. First up was a transvestite lipsynching to some song welcoming us to Thailand, with four backup dancers. Second one was when I was spellbinded. I think I fell in love with a gay porn star. He was very loh mak mak. That's handsome in Thai if you don't get what I'm saying. And he looked so manly. But he was very very seductive, like those ancient temptress who seduces their way into the emporer's heart. Except that he's a good looking guy with a very large penis. Oh!!! How much more better can it get? A dashingly handsome man with large assets? Now that's what I call perfect boyfriend material. Sadly, he's a gay porn star. Back to the show, he was the centre of attraction with a wax dance show thingy. He was standing in the middle, surrounded by four backup dancers and everyone had a bunch of candles in their hands. His bunch was the biggest. Ehem... Pun unintended. Anyway we didn't get to see his dick during the candle dance. So he was dancing erotically with the candles and dripped hot wax all over his body, runs the flames up and down his arms and to end it all, shoves one bunch of burning candles into his mouth. Arrgghhhh... It hurts even to look. Miss transvestite comes back out with her four dancers after that.

My lustful gay porn star returns with two backups for a steamy shower and bubble bath. Or at least it was intended to look steamy. But I could tell that they were freezing with the water showering from above their heads. And they had to pretend to look as if they were really turned on by each other. I bet their knees were badly scraped 'cause they had to glide on stage with all those bubbles. But the stage ain't made of marbles. It's those tiny tiles which aren't really the sexiest thing to glide on with your bare skin. This part is when he peekabooed his uhhm... assets. We were like, "Woah... He's steamed!" Somewhere in between they played Andy Lau's song while waiting for the next act to be ready. It was hillarious. I don't know the name of the song but it was one of his old ones which was used in the movie where the hero is riding on a bike and bleeding while the girlfriend is riding on the back. The chorus goes, "Yau tin, yau hoi, yau tei..."

Three well-built guys dived into the tank built behind the stage and did synchonized swimming to Michael Learns to Rock's remake of a Jacky Cheung song, 'Take Me to Your Heart'. That was funny too. And one of the guy's trunks kinda slipped when he did a somersault in water. The climax of the show was the end part. My lustful gay porn star came back on stage for the finale, with three other guys. He was with one slutty looking gay and the other two were 'a couple'. The number ones had condoms on and were buck nekkid. The zeros had skimpy G-strings on. They did blowjobs on stage and yeah, there were backdoor penetration. My gay porn star even came off stage and fucked in the middle of the audience and fucked in front of us. And then the music was stopped and it all came to an abrupt end. Guess time was up.

So there you go... That was my experience in Bangkok. I would love to go again in the future. But not anytime too soon 'cause I'm freakin' broke. I'm gonna bring long pants the next time so I can actually visit some famous temples and I'm gonna find my forbidden love :p

Hugs and Kisses

I was watching a movie one moment ago and there's another that my parents were watching on the TV at the same time. And there was one brief moment when two screens showed two couples kissing at the same time too... But with totally different stories happening in their plots.

My movie had Zach Braff and Natalie Portman as two people who found love in each other, but had to let go. The were crying and holding on to each other at these steps at an airport. And it was their goodbye kiss. Nevertheless, he realized that she was the best thing to have happened in his life and came back running for what's worth.

The other had Jaycee Chan and a girl whom I don't know her name kissing in a tent. They were both 16 and drunk on a new year's night out together. And they lost their virginities to each other. The girl ends up being pregnant.

Oh... Can you feel the love tonight??????? I've got Elton John in my head right now.

I miss my bun bun. I wish I was still in his arms and he'd never have to leave. But it's gonna be another two more days. But as the ancient Chinese saying goes, "One day never meet feels like three seasons". I need to go through six bloody seasons. Wtf lah!

Behind the lens

Ever wondered how you look like behind the camera, while you are playing photographer? I'm not talking about the times when you camwhored in front of the mirror to take a picture of yourself while holding a camera, or even take a picture of yourself holding a camera, with another! I looked through my Langkawi trip pictures the other day and found a few pictures of me while I'm busy snapping away.





Yeap, someone's afraid of heights :p



Well, it was raining and I HAD to record Mr. Bun flying several hundred metres in the air.



And then I turned into a ghost.



Some of you might be familiar with this picture. But ever wondered how the original looks like?

BEHOLD!!

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Disclaimer: This picture wasn't faked. Well, at least not on my part anyway :s

I have a confession

I'm a shopaholic. And you hear the sound of the whole world going...

DUH!!!

To make matters worse, there are gazillions of blogs that actually sell some really cute threads. And I see some that are in KL so they are actually available for physical examination before any transaction is made. Oh how I hate shopping online! I've never actually done so. Well, except for movie tickets and hotel reservations. I'd still like to try on stuff before I buy them.

A thought flashed in my mind earlier when I browsed through these websites. Maybe I shouldn't be suffering as a victim of this condition anymore. Maybe I should turn the tables. I should start selling clothes online too! I need the extra money, don't I? Beats putting my money in shares eh? Lol. So yeah... I'm really thinking about it. I can't sell from a physical outlet 'cause you can't get me started on the whole business thingy ever. Maybe I should really put more thought into it. Comments anyone?

Maybe I should take my Bangkok trip as a test run. Buy some pieces and start selling on my blog. If good reaction, great!! If not, then I'll have more birthday gifts this year to give out. Haha!! Watch this space...

This is how a heart breaks

When people around you starts to show signs of old age, and you realize in a blink of a moment that you're not that small brat anymore, who runs to mommy everytime something goes wrong. And when you see the wrinkles on these people's faces, the snow of gray on the mop of their heads and how their body begin to break down... You kinda feel like breaking down in tears sometimes, for not being able to do anything about growing up, turning old.

When romance no longer lasts, and you see people who are in love, falling out of cloud nine. Somewhere along the way, they probably have asked for help. Sought for advises to clear off their heads, to seek intervention into whatever mistake that they're turning their relationship into. And you offer some comforting words, hoping that you can help salvage whatever's left of the wreck they've caused. But when the storm has come and there's nothing left to be undone, you realize that human beings are just fickle minded assholes who can't seem to make up their mind about what they seek in life. Simple things, like whether you're really falling in love or whether it's really just a wildfire of lust burning in your pants.

I'm no love guru by all means. But I think I know what I am seeking in life. Before I met Mr. Bun, I swore that I would NEVER EVER date a typical Chinese. Enough looking at friends who spend their days being told what to wear (or rather what not to wear), where to go and a million of questions about guys' phone numbers in their phonebook. But yet again it does serve them right 'cause they live on their boyfriends so you get what you deserve, and he certainly has a right to get what he's paying for.

So if you ask me if I'm happy now, you wouldn't even need to wait for the answers to come out of my mouth. It's written on my face. I get moments when I'm just wrapped in his arms or lying beside him, and I catch myself smiling at ease. For a brief moment I feel truly happy without having any tangible reason for being so.

Snap back to reality! Whatever happened to my policy of NEVER dating cinapeks? Oh well... My man may be one hell of an uncle but he's my apek with lots of love to give. There's a lot to say about a guy who can withstand my tantrums. Believe me, I have some days pretty bad. And yes, I do fear one day that he'll just walk out on me just because he can't take it all in anymore. But why consume myself in fear? I should change and take control. Rather than just keep saying sorry everytime I lose it and trying to charm him all over again. I should just be a better me. For myself at least. So I try...

But sometimes when I look at other couples falling out of love, I get discouraged about my own. Is it so tempting to leave your loved one for someone new you meet while you're away from home? Is it right to forget the promises you made and whisper the same lies into a new pair of ears? Is it not exhausting to be cheating on your other half, albeit emotionally before you move in for the next kill? Sigh... Show more heart and dedication to your love, people! A relationship is more than just love, more than just sex and more than just two people trying to trust each other. It's hard work. I guess people drift away because they simply end up not wanting to work hard for what they once cherish so deeply. Worse is when they feel a new jolt of excitement from someone new and fall into the same motions over and over. I know it's easy for me to say, I haven't been in a long distance relationship myself. But if I'm ever going to be thrown into such situation, I'm well prepared for it. And I keep my fingers crossed that my other half will be the same too. Times will get very very hard but it's worth the sacrifice if you know what battle you're fighting for.

I'm not pointing any fingers to anyone with this post. I just get frazzled by the hookups and breakups happening around me. More so when people get stuck in between. Having a conclusion would be much better off than having to live within your own indecisions. There's only one thing in my mind right now... If I were a Miss World contestant, I will not wish for world peace. I will wish for all human beings to be filled with more love and strength. World peace will follow soon after.

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For those who loved Nacho Libre

If I believed in new year resolutions

Let's see... If by any chance that I would buy into this whole 'new year's resolution' bullshit, what can I do to make things better?

1) Spend more time to improve communication channels with the family

2) Exercise more

3) Spend less money

4) Save up more money

5) Drink more water

4) Eat more fruits

5) Go for more facials

6) Smile more

7) Be less angry

8) Be more friendly to stangers

9) Be less bitchy to annoying individuals


I guess that's it. I'm not gonna start whining about things that are out of my control because they just simply are. I like the quote on deb's blog. It says,

"We're adults. When did that happen? And how do we make it stop?"

I'm 22 this year. I'm no longer a teenager. But I still miss telling people that I'm only 17. That was five years ago. A lot has come and pass me by in a span of five years. In another 14 hours, it'll be a new year. That's it... Just another new year. Not a new beginning for me. Things will never have a fresh new start even when the clock strikes 12. The pain will still linger, and the growth will turn malign. Words that are spoken can never be taken back, and will continue to hurt. Money can never be enough and we keep breaking our backs trying to sow the roots of evil. Happiness is something we keep in our hearts, thinking that we will find it someday. But there can never be a truly happy life. We can only find brief moments to feel slightly happy, a few seconds stolen amidst the craziness, giving us hope and keeping us hooked to an unfulfilled desire for true bliss.

What are we looking for in this life? Why do people hold on to meaningless relationship which has no pulse beating for the longest time? Why do people tell blatant lies? Why can't we make each other's life less of a bitch, even if we can't keep them happy? Why can't human beings be more responsible and care about each other's feelings? Can we ever be less selfish?

Forget about losing weight. My resolution is to be less selfish. It's my only answer to every question in my head and the only medicine for my pain.

A lovely pair




Look what I found over the weekend. I've been looking for such a pair for quite some time, and now I've found 'em. There were lots of other cute ones as well but this was definitely love at first sight *swoon*

I got love from Manchester




Deb... I've camwhored with my Christmas gift!! Channeling Posh Spice, Rihanna and Katie Holmes, all in one! Lol

Thanks Darshini and Deborah for the gigantic pink peepers!

Darshini, have a wonderful Christmas. Hope you're having a blast. This would be your first official Christmas in England, I think. So have a blast. Don't forget to go shop until you drop. How I wish we have such sales back here in KL.

Deb, you're probably just reaching Doha by now. Hope you had a great time while back at home. Although we only met for curry mee, we'd still have time for kulfi when you come back next time.

Love you girls xoxo

This adds to the long list of why I love P-Nasty




Watch it for a good laugh. It'll cure you of any Christmas blues, if you're having any. Happy holidays people!

Channeling Paris and Perez



I'm gonna pretend like I'm Paris Hilton for two seconds and go "That's hot!" Yeah, finally Mrs. Cruise is slowly returning into human form once again. I envy rich celebs sooooooooooo much right at this moment. They can buy all the hottest shoes and bags. And make such a weird skirt and a plain turtleneck look so damn gorgeous.


p/s: Picture ripped off from perezhilton.com. As if you don't know already...

Tranquility in the war zone

So many people have been clearing their annual leaves and that means the office is much quieter than usual. Not really though, I can hear people talking more loudly since there's less people around and there aren't so much of peace and quiet anymore. Don't see a lot of people walking around and everyone else who came in to work today are feeling slow and haggard. Even my boss came in this morning and told us that she's feeling lazy. And she's a workaholic! It's that bad. The holiday bug has bitten everyone's ass. I guess I'll just spend the day going through pages and pages of words and spot for grammatical errors. That's the most relaxing work I can think of yet. OMG wtf do they have to block my favourite websites? I'm gonna rot to death today. Arrrggghhhhhh........

Gonna have lunch with Mr. Bun, deb deb and Miss World today. YAY!! It's been so long since I saw debbie long legs. I met Miss World a couple of weeks back when I was clubbing at Zeta Bar. My god she lost weight and looks hawt! Not that she was clubbing. She was at work. And no, she does not work at Zeta Bar. I'm bringing the girls for some curry mee and I hope it packs a punch. I eat at the noodle stall almost every morning and they never have the curry mee ready in the mornings. But their stuff are delicious so I have faith in their currylism.

Something sad happened to me last week. Left my watch in the office and it got stolen. I thought it was misplaced so I tried searching. But to no avail. Sighhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Thank goodness my dear dear loves me so much and now I have a new watch. A Titus! *muaks* Now I gotta cook 100 homecook meals in return. Pretty good deal eh?

Can't wait for the Christmas party we're having tomorrow! I've got the most awesome gift ever and I'm anxious to show it off! I think the person receiving it will be utterly impressed. Just thinking about the amount of hao I had to pull off to get my hands on the present makes me shiver. I normally don't succumb into pulling off these sort of behaviour but this episode has shown me that these kinda stuff works. Even if I hate doing it.

Just less than 2 weeks to a new year. I don't find myself asking if I'm ready to face a new chapter like how I did last year. Maybe because I'm already put in place. Things at work are still very much a challenge and have not been monotonous. There's so much more room for changes and growth. And I'm looking forward to that. Wonder if I can finally work on my people's skills? PEOPLE people PeOpLe pEoPlE pEOplE PEopLE peOPle PeoPLE pEOPle PeoplE pEOPle peOpLE PeoPLe

Tis' the season to be jolly?

As I sit here post-work on a Sunday afternoon, my mind is collecting the unpleasant thoughts brought back from within the office as well as out of the office. It is now December, and after December has come and gone, it will mark my first year of work. What a oompaloompa year it has been!! Forgive the melancholic tone, I'm caught up with some ugly mess at the moment and I still can't quite figure out how to settle it. I guess problems are brought to their own demise when time passes, but it sure feels damn depressing while I'm still stuck in the moment.

2007 is so much different than how 2006 was. It seems like it was just yesterday that I went Christmas shopping with Amy at Times Square while she accompanied me for my second interview. Oh, did I ever tell you guys that I went in my jeans and I swear I could've lost the chance 'cause my boss was shocked that I wasn't dressed appropriately? But I'm there for a year already anyway, haha! So walking around the mall and seeing all the Christmas decos reminds me so much of the days before I was working. It's only been one year and I swear at some days I feel so jaded. Like I'm gonna kill myself after being diagnosed with hypertension. Sounds dramatic? Yeah, but it's only true after you're stuck in the office from dawn till dark everyday. Thank goodness for weekends. A friend once told me that he doesn't even know what's a weekend anymore. But his case is very much different. He owns his own bloody company. He doesn't deserve any day off 'cause he's earning so much more. Haha!

This job has taught me so much, and I'm still learning a lot from it. Most important lesson learned is how people who seem to be our best friend end up being backstabbers. And people who seem to make life difficult are not really that bad anyway. And yes, I've got plenty of challenges and issues that I must learn to overcome. Apparently I've been named as a politician. Aahhh... Siri Drama Minggu Ini. That's how some people keep things alive in the office. I wonder if my backaches are caused by stress, or a ghost sitting on my back like in 'Shutter' (the Thai ghost movie) or from all those backstabbing. Could be a combination of all three.

I've been told over and over again by people who care that I must learn to control my tone of voice and work on my facial expressions. At home, I'm a spoiled biatch. At work, I'm a little bit of everything or nothing at all, depending on who you're speaking with. Some may know me as a sweetie pie or some may call me a moody cow. Or a mad bitch who bites. It really depends on who you're talking to. I don't fit into just one mold. So... Do I make this as my new year's resolution? To polish up on my people's skills... It's hard, but I do have to really work on it. But I sure ain't gonna be the fake slut who says hello and hugs every person she meets on the street. You can count on that.

From Muar with Love

**EDIT**
Mr. Bun says I left out a cup of tea in the total amount of RM5.70. So you imagine lah how economical the meal was!

Excuse this post for being one day late. The weekend ended a day ago but I just got the photos from Mr. Bun this morning.

We were in Johor the past weekend for one of his friend's wedding. Passed by Muar so the boyfriend proudly brought me around to show me the town he grew up in. It's amazing to see how such a small town with just a few roads have sooooo much of great food. I only tried some, and yearning for more! But it's okay, the boyfriend promised lots of more great food the next trip down south. Food pics ahead!!










Chicken rice ball ala Muar style. Can you believe it that both of us had two rice balls each + a plate of chicken, and the bill only came to RM5.70? Gosh... I can't even get a decent meal with that amount of money in KL.







This is some world-class stuff here. Famous Muar otak-otak. I've never had any in KL. But I can tell I've had the best just from Mr. Bun and my colleagues' reactions. There are fish and prawn flavours. Tastes kinda same to me cos they're spicy as hell, but I like the prawn ones better cos I get to chew on the tiny little shrimps. And now I'm the Muar otak-otak girl who everyone wants to tumpang buy whenever I go down *swt*









No, I wasn't in Penang. Look back at the title of this post. Muar's not famous for oyster omelette (orh chien) but this stall draws the crowd. Don't ask me where it is. I'm bad with the roads there. You gotta bribe Mr. Bun for him to tell.




We find bliss in the simplest things in life. People (including us) were queueing up for this red bean ice (hong tou ping) for at least half an hour. It was so good that some bastard jumped queue for it. Doesn't look too fancy eh? Unlike the usual rainbow coloured ABC we get everyday... You'll know why everyone else loves it once you put a spoonful into your mouth and start to chew. Trust me.




Lastly, a simple plate of good ol' char kuey teow. It's not just a Penang specialty you know? ;)

But the best is still home cooked food. Prepared with a huge sprinkle of love and care. Mr. Bun's mom tapaued a big tupperware of porky for me to eat at home. Delicious stuff. And I just had mom's cooking for dinner. All together now... BURPPPP!!!!!!!!

Chester makes me horny




Things are sexy only in the first minute of the video. Can practically see his rib bones jutting out of his skin, but who cares? Chester's half-naked!! Excuse me, I need to go get a pail to catch my drool.

The 'F' Word

I was once told by a friend, "Forgive and you shall forget". But I begged to differ. For my previous relationship that ended on a not so amicable note, I can never forgive. But I have loooooooong forgotten. You may think I'm saying this because I'm living my life in self denial mode, but I'm very certain that this is not a case to forget only when I have forgiven. (Wtf why do I keep typing 'firgiven'? It's so annoying).

Yeah, but why is pinkyfreak suddenly reminiscing about her past romance if she has forgotten? Or rather, moved on? Well if you notice the chatbox on the right panel of this page, you'll notice this guy named Greg who magically appeared and posted a note about my ex lying in the hospital now and he's just dropping by to pass the message. Funny, I didn't know so many ex-coursemates from TARC would be fans of my blog. Or really, just this one fella. Anyway, no point in telling me about his pain or death because this person is out of my life. It's not about me being cold hearted. It's about really sticking to what I believe in and not wanting to have anything to do with hurtful people who can only end up as a devastation. People say children are like a clean, white piece of cloth who is coloured and patterned by their parents, peers and everyone else. I say we are who we associate ourselves with. I do not believe in making contact with someone who is showing remorse for his faults only after something precious is out of his reach. Makes you think twice before you ever take anyone for granted eh?

I told Mr. Bun about the messages. He was thinking that Greg wasn't really Greg, if you know what he means. I sort of think so too. Hidden intentions. False pretenses. Masked deceptions. Even if it was a sincere gesture to rekindle a friendship, I would not hesitate to withdraw my hand and keep it safe in my pocket. Much safer in the hands of bun bun. I was worried that my stories of the past would bother the boyfriend. But I can't control his thoughts. So I asked what would his reaction be if it was his ex girlfriend who extended him an olive branch. He gave me a dead no as an answer.

"What if she said she was in the hospital and wanted you to come for a visit?"

"I'm sorry but I know clearly if I want someone kept out of my life, I would not make any contact. Actually, I've forgotten about this person until you mentioned about her. Or maybe the time when I saw her viewing my profile on Friendster".

Well yeah... I forgot about my past until Greg appeared. To be honest, there are bits and pieces of memories which of course I'll never be able to delete from my memory. But those are just memories. Things that have happened to help me learn as I go through stages in my life. Not things to look back upon and cling to dear life as they pass me by.

Why make life difficult by putting the blame on someone else for not forgiving and therefore not being able to move on? At this point, it's not really about whether I have forgiven. I simply do not care. Anymore. So just cut the sameoldsameold story of pointing the finger and shifting the blame to someone else. Life as an adult is not easy, so just cut the crying, cut the coughing, cut the weazing, quit the blaming and cut the naming. I think you need some prayer, so get your act right or else we wont be speaking. So is it gonna be who blames who? I'm tired of these things, I'm tired of these scars, I think I'm gonna get me a drink, I'll call you tomorrow. Sounds familiar? Ripped off and kinda edited from Timbaland's rap on Aaliyah's 'We Need A Resolution'. Hehe... But ever so right to describe how things are when the bond between two is broken. Broken. Quite a heavy word. It's either you fix it or you leave it for something new. I chose the latter. Because there is no point in holding on to what isn't right. I have a job that I have to work hard for to improve. I have a man who I am deeply in love with. I have a family who I care about and work on not letting them feel like I treat them as a dump. I have friends who pick me up when I'm down. I have a list of places I'd like to visit before I die one day and I'm saving up for this dream. I have a dream wedding which I can see inside my head and finally I think I can see the groom's face clearly. So many things rolling in my life and I'm not gonna let it all slip away just because I can't move on from the past. I have. It's clear to see.

So why can't you?

A beautiful song ruined




I love Home by Michael Buble. I fell in love with his voice with this song. The song even made me cry. You know la... When feeling lonely, kinda empty and with a dash of emo-ness. Always pulls a little string in my haert when I hear this song. It just makes me feel... I can't really find a way to describe it. It's a beautiful song, but it makes you heartbroken. And you kinda feel Buble's emo-ness in his voice too.

But I heard this on the radio last night. Imagine the horror and trauma I went through. It was extremely disturbing. I couldn't stop ranting about how bad it was to Mr. Bun. Even took out my CD and let him listen to the original version. And good enough, he hated what was played on the radio too.





I guess this is one of the instances when people try to remake one's work and fail miserably at it. Westlife sucks. I suck too. But I'm not remaking anything with my failures. Ahhhhh... This is not supposed to be a complaint post. I'll just stop here *zips mouth*

First time blogging from new office PC

Oh I didn't update about the good news. I'm no longer stuck with the old-age machine which I cannot identify if there's any Pentium processor. The point is, I no longer have to bear with that thing lah! I have a new PC!! With built-in speakers so I can listen to songs sometimes. With a black keyboard and I love black keyboards! Too bad there's no flat screen :( But things are so much better now that I can't even complain anymore. Not really, I hate those new Microsoft softwares. Word 2007?? It's practically from another world. Now I've figured out how to use it. Did I mention I can finally use my thumb drive? Geez...

I'll be on holiday in two days' time. How good does that sound? Absofuckingly great!! I'll be by the beach... But I don't think I can don a bikini this time around. Not fat lah... It should be around that time of the month, if you know what I mean. So I'll just spend days dozing off on a hammock (if there's any) and read. I'm so kiksemkiksemkiksem cannot wear my white bikini. I bought it and never worn it once. I do have an issue with it though. Scared got wardrobe malfunction. I don't want to show my goodies off to Langkawi beach boys and my friends. They'll probably cast me off or throw me into the Dayang Bunting lake and not save me from drowning **help*gulpgulp***help me!*gulppppp*****bubble bubble bubble**bye bye assley!!

If God forbids me to go up the Mount Mat Cincang and take pictures of the breathtaking view... I'm so gonna be pissed off. Who wouldn't be? Two visits (equals to two years) and I still don't have the privilege to be spellbounded. Mch. Not even Mr. Bun can stop me. I have a new Canon and I wanna put it to good use. Just to share... I don't actually know the name of the mountain until I start working here. And if you still need to ask why? means you don't know me well. But that's not a crime anyways. Only to a handful of people, it is though. And no, I'm not staying there. I'm on holiday for god's sake, not going there for work. It's not like I get super low room rates anyways. So I'll be a chocolate importer for a day. But it's important to keep people around me happy and round. Lol!

*update*
I happily took out the chocolate bar a colleague gave me after his return from an event at Langkawi a month or two back. Suddenly had a chocolate craving. When I ripped the aluminium foil open, it was kinda strange cos the chocolate didn't look like the usual. But I went ahead to break off a piece and took a bite. It tasted awful. Shit awful. How can chocolate be so damn disgusting? And chocolates don't just expire in a month. The I realized the box had this written on it... 'VOBLERONE". Mch. I threw the whole bar into the bin. Awful, imitation chocolate don't deserve to see another day of light *SUPER ANGRY** To balance out my anger, I gorged a tube of my chocolate-flavoured Petit Plus. Yummy! And now I feel so stuffed.

Absence does make the heart grow fonder

If filial piety was an examination subject, I would fail miserably. It was just four days ago and she'll be back in another two days' time. But I woke up this morning not remembering my dream, head filled only with thoughts making me realise... This is the part of me I'm missing. Always there, but constantly thrown aside for superficial things that falsely seem better. I know loneliness is an unbearable feeling, but yet I tempt the days of being left alone to chase after me... Much like flashing my bare ass to an angry and hungry pack of wild wolves, screaming "Eat me!", before realising it's all too late to find an escape. Things and people we take for granted are always the most precious gifts in our lives. Just because we get clean water by just turning the tap, would only we realise we'd die without our supply. The thought and fear never crossing the mind if it never happened. I had a close call. All my fault. I'm still trying. I hope I can be better. I want to be. I know I need help. Which is why I broke down and asked. I'm trying everyday.

Dinner @ Chef & Brew

Been celebrating a couple of friends' birthdays recently, but I'd just like to blog about this place called Chef & Brew that we went for Sue Ling's birthday. I can tell you that the food here is nothing much to shout about. But the deco and ambience wasn't too bad. And thank god for those cute butter flowers!! Even though the waiters were very friendly, but they were kinda annoying because they were too hurried to clear of our tables... Even before we had actually cleared up our plates. Seems like the restaurant didn't have enough plates to use -.-"










Toasted bread and super cute butter flowers as entreés.




Deep fried sotong




Mango and shrimp cocktail




Birthday girl peeking into the camera behind the mokkalattay




Grilled Bombay chicken




Baked fish supreme'o




Spaghetti seafood




C&B club sandwich




Hainanese chicken chop






Try to guess which one of the dishes was mine. Mr. Bun could only get the right answer after three attempts! Even after I gave him a freaking obvious hint -.-" Eh why am I sweating twice for this post ah? Weather's not hot. It's raining very heavily as I am typing this in. Am very sleepy after just coming back from Sunway Pyramid. The new wing is such a bore! Gotta go now. Gonna get my bones twisted and cracked at the massage parlour. Sounds like such a dirty place isn't it? But it's not dirty at all lah. Btw, for anyone wondering how to get to Chef & Brew, it's at Plaza Damansara at Bukit Damansara. Kinda nice place to sit around to talk about cocks and bulls despite a few things that set it back from many other restaurants out there.