Green green paddy field

Green green paddy field

Thursday, February 19, 2009

Moving On..

Gee, i'm super duper diligent in blogging now am i not? :-) ..I guess i just wan to make up for lost opportunities and chances for great blog posts that i could've done for all the time i went MIA.

There were times when i was doing things and it would occur to me that dang, i'd love to put all these thoughts into writing now, too bad i cant blog bout this or that or the latest dirty joke that i heard. (wait for the next post on tat.hehe.)

So, here i am, able to blog again thanks to CY's generosity in lending me his lappie and depriving himself of the chance to get some guuterpostie (typo intended).

I finally moved out from (dare I say it, beloved) Miharja a few months back. For friends who have been to my ex-pad before would know how 'bad' the place was. But i've always thought it was ok. Except when the 'floaties' came and made everything 'brown'. Remember the taugeh story? Yep yep. So the place had a lot of flaws. But, it was also a home away from home for a very very long time. For bout 9 years, to be exact. Yea, nearly a decade. Mind-blowing really for those unaccustomed to the idea of living in the slums. Hahahahaa...

Anyway, I've always popped in to the neighbourhood once in a while, to check the mailbox, to drop off laundry at the laundromat, get some fruit rojak(still favourite so far).

But I didnt expect to see this on thestar online one day:-

They demolished the neighbourhood mamak! Operating without license or whatever reason the authorities use when they couldnt get enuf kopi lui. A bit sad bout tat. :-( That was the mamak that saw me through my growing up years. When i just came to KL, sharing a room with 3 other girls, starting college, experiencing city life, getting all giggly and ditzy when our then ok looking (the most handsome guy we've seen at tat time) hsemate spent 2 minutes talking to us on the way to the bathroom, starting new friendships, starting relationships, starting to go to Dome and Starbucks 4 times a week pretending to be cool, saying goodbyes to roommates and saying hello to new hsemates(loads and loads), passing exams, ending relationships, starting working life....sigh...really who can forget the famous flash floods that one fateful day caused Yshin's car to go for an overhaul or the time that (scuse my french) bitch told me my man was also apparently hers. Happy times, sad times. Good times, great times. Idle times, heart-breaking times, honest-to-goodness-awesome times. All those happen to me, in that crappy but oh so familiar neighbourhood.

So when my bro in law said my new hse is like heaven compared to my old one, I couldn't help being a little defensive towards that taman in cheras i've called home for 9 (9!) years!

Therefore, when i saw this pic, can you really blame me for feeling tat tiny bit of a tug in my heart??

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

comfort food 1

Hmm...what does a hungry girl do on a cool weekday evening after work?
Well, she can :-
a) Call her suitor/boyfriend/'fly' to fetch her to ShangriLa for some LaFite;
b) Call her friends and head out to the nearest mamak;
c) Take a puff on a cigarette and try to cheat her stomach into thinking it can be full with just smoke;
d)Get a BigMac from McDonalds ala LiLo;
Tapao some piping hot Tomyam from the malay stall for some stomach-warming comfort food and slurping the hot soup sitting in front of telly!!

Ooh Yummyy...

But before that, do fry some telur dadar to go along with the meal and voila its complete!


Thursday, February 12, 2009

To all of you...

A Valentines dedication to all...


"You are not at all like my rose," he said. "As yet you are nothing. No one has tamed you, and you have tamed no one. You are like my fox when I first knew him. He was only a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But I have made him my friend, and now he is unique in all the world."

And the roses were very much embarrassed.

"You are beautiful, but you are empty," he went on. "One could not die for you. To be sure, an ordinary passerby would think that my rose looked just like you — the rose that belongs to me. But in herself alone she is more important than all the hundreds of you other roses: because it is she that I have watered; because it is she that I have put under the glass globe; because it is she that I have sheltered behind the screen; because it is for her that I have killed the caterpillars (except the two or three that we saved to become butterflies); because it is she that I have listened to, when she grumbled, or boasted, or even sometimes when she said nothing. Because she is my rose."

- excerpt from Le Petit Prince - Antoine de Saint-Exupéry


Always remember that you are loved, for you are someone's rose.

Saturday, February 7, 2009

Geeshhhh, needless to say...I'm so ashamed of myself...coz I've let u down..for not posting for so long..and especially when I know you depend on my blog for providing a ray of light to your day/life. I apologize. Deeply, truly, madly (?).

I havent posted a single blog entry for the month of January! Now, if tat doesnt call for a punishment, I donno what will. (ok, perhaps never remembering your birthdays and relying on facebook to give reminders for coming birthdays and office blocking facebook and never receive reminders and thus, never wishes you happy birthdays is also quite bad). So I'm gonna punish myself by ......mmmm, not having the last of the cny pineapple tarts today...i'll wait till tomorrow..:-)

In the meantime, here are the reasons i've been so sidetracked lately...

As you know, i've been hanging out with some friends in Cameron Highlands...

Tried my hands in selling jagung by the roadside.."Cheap cheap jagung free lenglui!". The best marketing strategy that I could think of...but still no business though...wonder why really...hahah.

Getting my hair wind blown at the Boh tea plantation..til my mouth also senget..
Then, in January, I headed to Sandakan for Tommy and Kelly's wedding...
At a seafood restaurant, I sang : "He aint heavy, he's a lobster.."

Then at the Crocodile Farm,

Crocodile sings : "She aint heavy...she's...oh, who we kidding, she's bloody heavy!"

So yeah, that's a bit of my past activities lately...not to mention balik kampung for cny and also doing up my new abode.
Till the next post, which could be in 2020 when nobody raises half an eyebrow to see elected reps doing the grasshopper thingy, cheeriosss my lovely lovely friends and happy Valentines day....:-DD...