the unspoken agreement

i've always slept on the left side of the bed with no particular reason. a weird habit of mine which cannot be explained.

moving to the new place, i've insisted of not having a study table in my room to rid bad chi from work stress in my room. no table= more space. more space= more furnitures, in bigger size.

i ended up with a super king size bed, a dresser, a 5 door wardrobe, bookshelves, 2 black chandeliers and a quite large coffee table with throw pillows i lugged home from 3rd world countries i've travelled to.

being single, i share my super king size bed with no one, but a dog named luna.

we have our unspoken agreement of sharing the bed 70/30, me on the left, and the dog on the right. i'm not huge, neither is she. so a super king size is relevantly huge for the two of us.

but lately she's been breeching the agreement.

being nocturnal, luna often sleeps before i do. nowadays, she's been inching closer to the left each night. and soon, her 30% became a big 60%.

she sprawls diagonally across the bed as if she's the righteous owner of my super king size bed, and glares at me whenever i tried to shove her to her 30%. so i ended up sleeping at the edge of my bed.

last night came to the last straw. she wouldn't budge, sprawled on the left side of the bed.

and she took over my favorite mogu microbead bolster.

-_-

maybe all dog owners are delusional. maybe dogs do understand what we are saying.

so i told her "wei, you think you should buat harta my bed now, since i'll be leaving next week?"

she made a grumpy kinda snort. and sprawled out even wider.

!@*$@%@%

"at least let me have my left side. scoot over, ok?"

she just glared at me, then closed her eyes to continue sleeping.

i ended up waking up on the wrong side of the bed today.

and trust me, it does feel like shit. no wonder there's a saying of "waking up on the wrong side of the bed."

i told him about what happened when he rang. i canceled our appointment because "i woke up on the wrong of the bed, i feel like killing everyone. luna bullied me into sleeping at the edge of the bed, on the side i hate."

to which he laughed out loud "even dog bullies you. no surprises how that bitch could have done what she's done to you so easily. but, just chill. ok bella? and open the door because i'm standing outside."

"yah, continue standing outside or take a sit at the outdoor table. i ain't opening no door. i woke up on the wrong side of the bed" i snapped and hung up.

45 minutes later, i came out to collect the mails, to see him sitting with his legs up on my balinese table, headphone on, blasting his ipod as if he's having a great day.

tsk. 35 yrs old retiree with too much time on his hand.

he ruffled my uncombed hair and said "i know its tough. but you'll pull through, bella. lets go in and i'll help you pack up, ok? i brought you a maharishi jacket for the cold..."

x


luna hates the sight of my luggage because she knows, once the samsonite's out, i'll be gone.

when we walked into my room to pack up, we found luna curled up like a ball in my suitcase, refusing to budge like 2 yrs ago when we were moving back from melbourne to kl.

"wow. first she took over the bed, and now your luggage. bitches do push their way thru you huh? he burst out laughing.

-_-

6 more days

and i haven't done jack.

i haven't dig out my winter clothes.
i haven't had my dj nasi lemak.
i haven't burn Hana's cd.
i haven't clean my room.
i haven't taken pictures of the new clothes.
i haven't gone back to the office.
i haven't tidy my closet.
i haven't replace my driving license.
i haven't look up for people who lives in the kingdom of ratrace.
i haven't return all the dvds i borrowed.
i haven't finish the huge painting on canvas.
i haven't unpack the boxes from my old place months ago.
i haven't sort out my jewellery making studio.
i haven't strangle that bitch.
i haven't collect my shirt from khoon hooi.
i haven't been for a facial.
i haven't been for eyebrow threading.
i haven't had a mani+pedi.
i haven't collect my cheques.
i haven't close the chapter.
i haven't walk luna in a park.
i haven't gone for a swim in the super nice pool in the new place.
i haven't been to Yut Kee.
i haven't been to lucky loke.
i haven't laze in bed in someone's arms on sundays.
i haven't stop myself from having feelings i shouldn't have.
i haven't had double ramli burger special with cheese and extra mayo.
i haven't had my dose of cuppacakes.
i haven't gotten what i've been searching for in the last 6 yrs.

i haven't
i haven't
i haven't

24hrs of madness

my head hurts like a bitch. the migraine's been bugging me since last night.

like a selfish, stubborn kid, it refuses to leave, clinging on to my head like a constant dull tightening of loose screws.
so i left and came back within 24hrs. which left M sighing like an old grandfather "so you're really leaving. running like clockwork. 5 countries in 30 days. and now to the kingdom of rat race in 7 days. is it really worth it? why not go to surubaya to take care of B## instead?"

i glared at him and looked away. C passed me a cold towel "for your eyes hun..."

M's phone buzzed. it was DP on the phone, on his way to see me. "she's leaving."

i heard him on top of his voice "WTF?! AGAIN?"

"like the usual..." M answered as he walked out. dragging his feet.




we chucked everything into the Wrangler. Aska drove. M was flipping his phone ala Northpoint, 9.30, C in complete silence and DP on his bike following behind.

"But you haven't even visited the old man we bought a cow for on your last visit..." C said quietly "nor have you broke into the new sun deck..."

"next round hun. i gotta go home to tie up loose ends and rid that migraine."

next round. and i wonder when will next round be once i resettled?

this little island is no longer a stone throw away once i take off.

the island of smile where the wave sings, where we fall onto the soft sand bursting out of laughter from the treats of the cow's contribution, where friendship standstill and hearts are kept warm by open arms.

x

congratulations M&C. i'll be back for the wedding, i promise. even if i have to swim across the ocean or crawl through desert.

i'm back but i'll be gone

"Keep focused and always take a step back and look at the big picture. (Do include yourself in the picture when viewing)."

so i did.

i made a call last night and the answers received told me i should go.

i took up the offer.

7 days till i up and leave to a new country, a room with four walls, below zero Celsius and the first time celebrating my birthday alone in a strange country.

i won't be back for christmas afterall.

cheap fashion fix

disclaimer: no. i'm not associated with cat whiskers in any way. i got this from their routine email blaster. i thought i should share.

i like to improvise with my clothes. i wear my skirt as my top, top as bottom, and everything else as something else, and something else as everything else.

for instance, the rm10 stripe skirts can be worn as tube top, by tying a plain colored ribbon at the bottom of your bust, cinch it with a waist cincher or simply pull a belt high on your waist or hip.

pair it with shorts, peddle pusher, cut-off jeans, pair it with skanky minis, pencil tight skirts, A-line skirt, jeans or even satin skinnies.

for rm10, you're getting way much more than what you're paying for. so why not?

er. some of the stuff can look awfully cheap and definitely not chic. but ya, be creative la.

Note: The above promotion is only available at Cats Whiskers Sri Hartamas outlet from 26th November till 2nd December 2007.

Sri Hartamas: 34-1, 1st Floor, Jln 27/70A, Desa Sri Hartamas, Kuala Lumpur (above Pills & Potions Pharmacy)

Tel: 03-2300 1264

Opening Hours: Mon – Sat 12noon - 9pm
Sun 10am – 7pm

more stuff can be viewed on their website which is quite up to date. they do offer a huge range of apparel, bags, shoes and accessories satisfying every girls need/want for a quick wardrobe fix.

http://catswhiskersmalaysia.blogspot.com *click*

i particularly like the diamante detailed blue top (center, first row)

my advice through personal experience: there ARE hidden gems among the endless racks of stuff. you are bound to leave with something new, that's if you can pull through the first 15 minutes of excruciating eyesore suffering from visual overdose upon your first visit. do check your buys closely as the gap in between the quality of their stuff can be as wide as their huge range of collection. and the whole idea is to pay less for an expensive look. this place can be your savior if you don't have much to spend (like my current situation), but desperately need a wardrobe fix without the hassle of braving sg wang/pudu/ho cheng yuin/sempit-can-die-sales.

but then again, Goss:ps *click* remains no.1 in YC's retail favoritism for affordable buys on normal days, when my wallet's slightly more filled up.

fuggit. i'm out.

i stared out of the window of this city that seldom sleep.

the drizzle and the dull grey that swallows the city gave me a drowsy headache. waking up for 1 appointment somewhere at 11am, i slept thru the day when i had my chance.

falling asleep in the day here doesn't seem that hard. which got me thinking, did i damage some nerves in the process of being knocked over by the wardrobe sliding door. it takes me 2 nanoseconds to fall asleep. and i'm drowsy most of my time awake.

i wore my joey O into bed this morning. i was that tired (gross, i know. but hey, hotel doesn't change the sheet daily for nothing right?). i sat on the bed after my appointment, and spiraled into slumber land, losing my consciousness with pete teo playing in me head. pete teo.

that's another issue.

i shouldn't have googled. nor should i even thought about him.

his tunes wouldn't get ouf of my head since then, haunting me in my sleep. i'm losing my head as i listen to him sing through his nose in my head. such annoying nasal tone. and that picture taken by Masaya at the pier.

nooo...

i should grab my bag to head out. i heard its a great place to shop around the train station. or plainly for the sake of people watching.

x

dreadful: waiting for their reply. waiting. if its good, i'll extend my stay, heading north for another time wasting meeting. which means i might not be able to fly soon as planned. because typhoon is coming and they might stop all flights if i don't go soon for another few days. bah.

x

i never knew i'm such a slob. until i received M's email and the call from MrP.

babe,

we will be holding our VV important guest from Sweden in the holiday villa. don't worry, we're still hosting you. you'll be having the N. wing for yourself, and him, the W. i know you probably wouldn't give a fuck about him but you are bound to bump into him at some point. so daddy'O requested for you not to dress like how you dress normally. don't get me/him wrong. you don't dress like a slut. you just won't get out of your pjs most of the time. nor do you get out of your torn jeans much. at least, brush your hair. you've became such slob after i tracked you down again 2 years ago. it is not the same YC i knew. so do something about it k? C will pick you up with Aska at the airport. don't miss your flight again. we love you. till then, stay golden.

M. & C.


and my conversation w/ MrP:

"Please, pack some proper clothes k. Nothing like the usual. You are on a business trip."

"right'o, sir."

"tsk. and try not to bring that pair of torn jeans you never take off. grunge is over!"

-_-"


x

no wonder everyone hops on the tube.

i texted Buddy "in a cab alone w/ a possible psycho pervert driver. in case i go missing, the registration is F0xxxxx"

the cab is scattered with porn mags, flyers of "packages" and such.

"miss-su. you very plee-ty. many plee-ty girls go missing in our cunt-tli." *evil laugh* "u be careful. dangerous to be a-lone, you dunno, i might take u somewhere. and u missing."

"uh huh."

the text msg was a right move. i thought to myself.

"shit. should i lug my huge shopper in his head and lunge out from the car? or should i...sit and wait."

this is my second hero incident that got me a bit shivering (but then again, it could be the cold of the winter). i've always thought wandering alone in some strange country won't be that unsafe until today again.

nothing happened. besides my wallet got burnt a hole from all the cab fares. but it got me thinking, is it really safe for a single woman to wander around in a strange country?

"i should go home for christmas" i thought,
as i sat in the drizzle watching those blinged up trees.

all i want for christmas:

• Miss Dior Cherie Limited Edition - after going through the 4 bottles of floret by antonia's flowers given to me each yr religiously by Ming, i've finally found a new scent i like. being a sucker for packaging, i absolutely love the boudoir bottling.
  

• the solent - last night i received this from a friend who was checking out the portfolio of his chicca's new employer. i really don't mind owning no man's land fort as my holiday house. it's the perfect place to find yourself a piece of solitude.
  

• Ciao! Manhattan DVD -edie sedgwick's final film, Ciao! Manhattan, hauntingly foreshadowed her ultimate demise. in it, edie plays a drugged-out NY darling named Susan who moves back to California to recover from years of celebrity excess. flashbacks to debauchery appear in the form of real life recordings of edie in her factory days. a sad train wreck to watch, but with the spears, winehouses and lohans of the world following suit, the tale of It-girl gone south is all too familiar and relevant.

• charlotte gainsbourg edited paris vogue - yes, i am a bonafide Francophile and, yes, i do have a slight obsession with the Birkin girl clan, but there are few things in my world more satisfying than the guest-edited issues of Paris Vogue. i have saved every one: John Galliano, Mario Testino, Catherine Deneuve, Sofia Coppola, et cetera, but this one is fixing to be my favorite to date. it’s edited by Charlotte Gainsbourg, Nicolas Ghesquiere’s muse, the chanteuse of "Lemon Incest", the super-cool, unaffected actor, singer, songwriter, model, and daughter of Jane and Serge. come on! it has to be amazing! and no, uncle kelvin. u're not borrowing any of my collection.
  

• Keyport Limited Edition- what could be better than a universal keyfob slides that hold 6 keys for someone like me since i have 3 sets of keys that unlock 3 places, car and well...soon to be secret hiding holes. yes, i'm a sucker for limited edition.

happy belated thanksgiving everyone:)


x

maybe knocking my head and my back had made me more stupid than i already am. or it knocked the sense out of me. and my consciousness. and the normal clockwork of a person. i woke up at midnight after sleeping through the day.

or maybe 2 days filled with meetings killed me-out cold, K.O-ed.

this is a no man town for me at this moment as all my friends from here are no longer here. not to say i know many from here anyway, i can count them all with one hand, with change in return.

i'm moulding like crap.

so i'm gonna hit the club to make some new ones now.

D.A might die of heart attack if he knows i headed out to a club in a strange town without Buddy nor any sort of shields. maybe. or maybe not.

yar. i'm pulling a M,J&YC Milan '07 again, but a solo this round. woo.

x

weird.

as i spoke to this producer in this crazy part of the world today, he asked if i knew pete teo. the name rang a bell, but it doesn't register. so i googled when i woke up(don't we all love google?).

then it reminded me.

we threatened to play pete teo in loops back when elf was unconscious to wake him up out of our frustration. alamak.

x

ok time to go before door closes. eeeeeps.

ripped

i feel so cheated. MrP conned me to come over for this trip.

"eh go over to X, and settle Y business. you can make it as a buying trip for new stock on the way."

so i came, manipulated into thinking "hey not bad huh, killing 2 birds with 1 stone."

i wanted to kill myself today by biting my own tongue as i sat thru the 9am meeting.

i was literally dozing off. it took me 1 automatic generated morning call and 2 additional calls from the grand club's front desk which i knew myself too well to leave instruction (because it is almost impossible to wake me up before 1pm nowadays) to call me twice, every 10 minutes after 8.10, working as my snooze button to get me out of bed.

i forgot how hard it is to sit through formal meetings. it was dry n boring. worse, i can't understand half of what that chap was explaining.

then i found out it is almost impossible when i went to the wholesaler to buy new stock as it is winter now.

oh how gullible i am.

to console myself, i bought myself a room full of junk food. might as well, since this is a junk food heaven where everything's deep fried or packaged into colorful cute little boxes.

x

this country has got issues man...


first i found a banana skin in the ashtray at the elevator welcome hall on the club floor. who throws banana skin in the ashtray of a 6 stars hotel?!

then, i wanted to draw a nice hot tub of bath for myself. upon pouring in the bath salt provided, the tub turns into a pool of pee like water which turns me off so badly i didn't even feel like taking a bath no more.

i know some weirdos fancy golden shower.
golden bath, anyone?

fancy a tub of pee? it looks like someone took a piss
in my tub after taking too much vitamin B.

i shall hit the shower.

they changed my room into a bigger one, with a separated bath & shower after the wardrobe door fell out, hitting me on my head and falling, further hitting my backbone on the corner of the bedside table.

i have a little volcano on my forehead now.

i rang Buddy up for a chiropractor's number, telling him about the incident.for a moment, i thought he'll crack up like faiz who thinks my life is a comedy filled with overly-dramatic unexpected klutzy accidents -_-

instead, he gave me the number of a chiropractor in 2 seconds and the name of the hotel's GM to whine to.

damn this dude knows the whole wide world. danger mouse.

x

generally, people who are good at writing have no need to write blog. they've got plenty of life to lead inside their own context. this of course, is only my opinion. maybe it is impossible to live out a life in context.

madness

wherever i'm staying now is crazy.

first the room is overpriced and tiny. for the first time i'm paying such price for a joint tub & shower. then i nearly flip when i saw the rate for a good whole 24hrs wi-fi costs almost RM150.

by paying for both, i could have bought myself a very nice new bag.

then i realized the room's package comes with free wi-fi, which somehow i had trouble logging into. i dialed the front desk, which diverted my call to the international helpline. and no prize for guessing, the support is based in KL.

which got me wondering, why do we have the technology to support a Japan based parent company, but not well...you-know-who, that is still giving my trouble logging on at home, hence stealing my neighbor's wi-fi nightly in an awkward position i must sit to not block the connection with my ass.

no. i'm not kidding. i NEED to sit in this particular area, in a particular position in order get the line.

x

for the first time tonight in all my travelling life, i'm feeling a tad lonely in this room, which is the cosy size of a matchbox.

then i thought of Buddy who now resides in this crazier part of the world.

i got his number and called him up.

and now i hope by 2230 when he arrives with futureMrsBuddy, he won't give me a crazy night like the really dodgy & sleazy one i hosted him for when he came around Melbourne for Australia Open.

x

after a long day of moulding in the flight and en-route flight hopping, it feels like 2 little men r tightening my temple with a vice.

ouch.

imagine listening to the loose screw in your own brain.

and yes, i'm still sick.

wanton, anyone?

i really really think i want to get doraemon's door, if possible.

new clothes. woohoo!

off for a buying trip tomorrow for new stock (clothes, shoes, accessories etc.)


i hate flights tho. can't we have doraemon's magical door?


WE WANT NEW CLOTHES! (and maybe some good ol'vintage)
for mailing list of the new catalog when i do get back, please email: blackjettas@gmail.com

eggs, anyone?

it's a die-die situation.

he took a glance at my age on the record and later, my D.O.B.

"well there's another option...."

"uh huh."

"while the chances are still there, get pregnant ASAP. 2 years top."

which left me flabbergasted with my eyes wide open, staring at the doctor. the same doctor who helped MrsP give birth to me too long ago.

the room was in an awkward silence for 30 seconds. within the 30 seconds, my mind went blank as i stared as his one-sided droopy eye-lid.

"this guy must be so old he's nuts." i thought to myself.

"well, it's the only other option to think about."

i opened my mouth but shut it without saying another word. and i stared at his droopy eye-lid again. few seconds of awkward silence passed again.

"we still have some chances now. it'll help the whole situation. let nature takes its course. that's the best way to help you recover."

"right. it's not happening unless.....i can't...well..."

"right. you can't just tell any man I WANT YOUR BABY. unless you only want the baby, not the man, and not the shared responsibilities." he finished off my sentence.

i stared at his droopy eye-lid in silence again.

"so i guess that's not an option."

"uh huh."

"alright. call me if it gets serious again. pass this to the nurse on your way out please." he handed me my own files.

x

fug me. going thru the result of my routine check up and giving me useless solution cost me a bomb. no wonder specialists are stinking rich.

x

i've got the weirdest gynae. while prodding and checking what's left of my ovary 2 appointments ago, he asked me

"do you ever feel like its a waste not practicing architecture after your education?"

"no. if i do, i wouldn't hv swapped right?" i squirmed.

damn random. you don't ask such question halfway thru a gynae session, do you?

"well, you see...my son finished his master in architecture. and now he's developing software (or something else)...i think it's such a waste. don't you think so?"

"...................."

"see those little dots? those are the cysts..."he said in his utmost professional tone as he pointed at the black dots on the ultra sound screen out of a sudden, as if he's never asked that random question 5 seconds ago.


x

she held out her hand for me to hold as she waited at the door after our meal at rakuzen. she speaks perfect american english with the right grammar in full sentence which puts me to shame, writes with both hands and only age 4.5 yrs.

she took a sudden liking in me after i let her have some fun overcooking my gyutan tataki, and later wiped the chocolate ice cream off her face.as i read out "harry porter" on the little bag of blue gum balls she held out to me, she said:

"my daddy's house has harry porter's dvd."

which reminded me of their divorce and got me thinking does this 4.5 little genius understand why daddy and mummy no longer live under the same roof.

we walked around in damas killing time before the man who stole my face reaches his office. she told me stories as she held on tight to my hand. like any child, she asked too many questions and i tried my best to answer everything as millions of thoughts run through my head with mixed emotions.

babies, fertilities, marriage, failed marriage, ovulation, limitation, deadline, relationship, current situation, impossible solution, the mother of the little girl- a childhood friend a few years older who used to hold my hand like how i was holding her daughter's hand as she skipped around and the tone of the doctor saying

"you're not that young anymore...time pass too fast without you knowing, you know? goodness, last i remembered, you still had your umbilical cord on!"

fug. but i'm not that old right...!&@#$!^%!

destiny vs fate, superficial fix and a whole bunch of lap sap

SuperStylist bought me a Marni dress on our spontaneous shopping trip. we got a bit emo after doing some maths. they say time waits for no one. true that. it seems like yesterday when i first met him, but yesterday was actually 20 years ago. i remember straining my little neck, looking up at him, asking MrsP why are there polka dots on his face and MrsP hushing my kiddish ignorance. it was then i first learned about pimples.

funny how each year we will always have the same conversation which is wholly taken up with the reminiscences of the years that passed us by sneakily. it gets scarier as the single-digit turned into double-digit with the ever increasing first number of the double-digit. without fail, each time when he introduces me to someone new, he'll tell the same old story of how many years we've known each other, how he watched me grew from a toddler to what i am today and how i've always been a vain pot since young, with my infamous crying incident when another hair stylist gave me a bowl-like hair cut while he took time off to open his first salon which sent him coming to my rescue out of his schedule.

in the journey of how the various lines of fate intertwine, he became good friends with the special person of my life in the last 6 yrs by sheer chance. i still remember one of the summer night when we returned from melbourne, at the entrance of movement, the friend of his we were to meet was SS and how he was surprised to find out i'm the lion tamer wannabe, which cracked him up, sending him into a laughing fit. fate, destiny, or maybe kl is just too bloody small.

in these years, we shared the fun. we partied. we had the time of our life. the time when we went up too fast, too soon and the time we fell and got up. he guided me in some way or another, like a mentor in a twisted manner who bluntly opened up my eyes and my mind to both the beautiful and ugly side of life.

he says he's like my father -_-


besides practically owning my head or should i say, my hair for he has to be the one who cuts my hair in the last 20 yrs unless under certain circumstances, he also seems to have this radar which senses my downtime.

that, or perhaps he just sees clearly of things i can't see for myself over the years.


x

i just want to say thanks. thank you for the 20 yrs. for being there. for MIA-ing and reappearing with your unspoken words of advice we both understand and the occasional blunt words of wisdom. for taking care of me. for showing me things i should and shouldn't know. for all the good hair days. for standing in when the spot was left empty. and last but not least, thank you for the Marni dress :)

p.s. i wore it to MIFA last night, not today because i didn't want to get all sweaty selling my junk in my happy tent dress.

i picked a pair of Joey O peep toes as he picked up the happy tent dress. coincidently, they match really well.

x

i went with 3 cases full of clothes and shoes. some vintage, some new, some made and some preloved. i came home with half a suitcase filled of leftover. i got myself a lap sap t, swapped one dress for 3, 1 sunglasses for a nice top and a starry tank top for a feng shui piggy bank from joyce that must have gave me good luck in successfully clearing 2% of my wardrobe.

quite a success i would say.

the only headache now is, what am i to do with the remaining 98% when i do up and leave next year?

p is for productive

bacon, pork chop and lard always put a smile on me:)

i think today's the day i've had most activities in the last 30 days.

kelv came over to drop off MrPjr's artsy wedding photos. we ended up enjoying MrsP's tea art appreciation while browsing through 200+ B&W photos.

and somehow, a phone call to SuperStylist to pinch his suitcases for display purposes for sunday's lapsap junkyard sale ended up a catching up session at the dopest new boutique+salon, bombshell.

my ability to not purchase anything when the urge to buy the whole shop was knocking me in the face, leeching free reading in bookstore, seeing old faces while catching up with what's new in each others life over old skool milk tea fulfilled my day.

for the longest time ever, i actually spent almost a whole day out with friends after my time out to search for solitude in order to see things in a clearer view.

although i'm suffering from a bloody bone aching flu+fever, life is good.

x

i realized xmas is around the corner when we were at BSV. 365days flashed by in a blink. few asked me for my xmas wish list today. here's my list:

• a wardrobe that automatically tidies itself up
  
• the ability to be both-handed rather than right-handed, so i can paint my own nails on my right hand with my left hand
• a new nose without sinus problem
• to be my own lady boss
• hair that grows long overnight
• my complexion to recover overnight to VVS1 as before
• to produce estrogen like a normal person in order to ovulate
• for sam to have a safe & smooth birth to the pretty little baby girl that i'll spoil to death because i won't be able to have my own.
• and maybe that new Singer sewing machine i've been eyeing on since forever

x

i get excited by books. especially how-to-books.

DM and i went digging through first edition in uptown days ago. i got myself a nice and thick japanese sewing pattern book for a fraction of price.

this week, i found an art & craft material supply warehouse in balakong, which sent DM and i on a treasure hunting trip. i got myself equipped with better silversmithing tools. hurray!

now, i shall perfect my silversmithing skill before perfecting my sewing.

oh how i love peter pan collar!

i love you too

M rang up today, almost blaring out loud as if he was on speaker phone.
"WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?!"
"at home.."
"AND WHY THE HELL ARE YOU AT HOME?!"

oops. then i remembered i conveniently forgot to let him know i've postponed my trip, again.

"C was crying in the airport, thinking she lost you..."

i forgot to let them know i had to celebrate the double whammy birthday of both Mr&MrsP 3 days ago, hence pushing my trip to week after.

he sighed and asked if i am alright and pulling through the shit on the fan. to which only made me realized, when shit hits the fan, it is when you know who are the ones truly there for you.


like D & S who pulled me through by understanding, A who offered refuge for longer than expected and solace, W who never gave up on looking up for me even when i stopped picking up all my calls, and mostly, M & C who insisted on flying over or at least to have me over at their holiday house for a quiet time out, not forgetting J who let me off my supposedly assistance to deal with stuff and mostly, Mr&MrsP who took it hard but understood and stood by me.

this is the time you know who speaks the truth and who twist the facts.

who comes to you when they need help but cover their own ass and run when you're in shit.

who rides on you for their benefit and freeload shamelessly.

who offers support and give you strength and trust.

who lied without blinking their eyes but got busted on speaker phone.

and who are really what you call f-r-i-e-n-d.

amen.

it is often a blessing in disguise when shit hits the fan.totally unrelated pic i got from blkstr last night

Junkyard Sale!

Dear all,

Here’s a preview of my lapsap which I’ll be selling off at Palate Palette this coming Sunday (Nov 18) from 1pm – 7pm. A BBQ with great music and even better bargains.. what more could you ask for on a Sunday? So, please cum and check it out! All stated prices are bargainable btw! See you there :)

Link: clothessale-my.blogspot.com

xoxo,
YK

we love sundays

their flyer

our flyer

*click on image* if you are as blind as me.

for direction to Palate Palette Restaurant & Bar, please go to http://www.palatepalette.com/

The chicken and egg kind of question

I woke up one morning sometime last week, thinking it is about time that I should check out Angkor, and of course, to stalk some monks on the way. So I packed my bag and bailed.

I have no idea what was I searching for this trip, besides some Khmer silk, the same silver bangle worn by Krishna and an antique oil lamp.

I found none of the above though.

I did find some monks, almost killing myself, I stalked and pranced up and down the mad ass steep mini steps meant to kill anyone who's blessed with any shoe size larger that 2.5 just to grab a shutter click on them.


While I was zig-zagging through Bayon, I found a monk reading in the midst of the ruin under the hot 12o'clock sun. I curb my urge to run as fast as I can, grabbing his reading material off him before running away. I had this weird feeling he was reading something totally unrelated. I swear, I saw some monks with mobile phones tucked at their waist. What happened to not owning unearthly property?! But then again, I might have tainted something totally innocent with my corrupted far beyond mind.

Anyway, the weirdest encounter? While I was lying flat on the grass on my stomach to take a shot of the oh-so-typical angkor-wat-evening-reflection-in-moat picture, this indian man next to me started chatting me up. He looks so familiar, it is uncanny. He then proudly announced he was from India but currently works as a doctor in Melbourne.

I was hit by a memory diarrhea in that split second. He is the bastard who refused to issue me an extension when I REALLY suffered a major food poisoning after indulging an OTT dinner in Esteller. He wrote "She self-diagnosed and claims to be suffering from food poisoning." on my medical certificate while I threw up in his waste paper basket and pissing cold sweat at the same time. In the end, I had to hail a cab to find my usual Dr Campissi who were all booked out that day to have him squeeze me in, wasting Medicare's money.

I swear, I will recognize him even after he's been reduce to ashes.

In that split second, I lost my plot again. I stood up, brushed off the grass fro my paints and kicked him as hard as I could into the lake. I watched him tumbled into the lake in a shock, then yelling when he finally recomposed himself "WTF DID YOU DO THAT FOR?!"

"bet you didn't remember, I had to be admitted to St Vincent after you refused to diagnose me with food poisoning 5 years ago thinking I was forging my extension!! I told you the day I left your office, you'll get it. HA! yes, i was the girl who threw up in you red basket, to which u asked did i poke my finger in while you were looking away!!!! SMALL WORLD ISN'T IT????!!!"

"here's a pack of tissue for you to dry up, mr doctor!"

i dug out a pack of tissue and chucked it on the floor, kicked his camera into the pond, turned around and left in utmost dignity while some of the fahrangs clapped on.

i so should have taken a picture of his classic expression then.

Suddenly, it struck me. What i was looking for this trip wasn't the silk, the oil lamp, nor the silver bangle.

I'm supposed to look for myself, my soul and my anger management that I've lost along the way of growing up.

oh well. Guess the next trip will work better huh.

xx

I came back from Camboge to find my wireless issue still unresolved.

Few months ago before my move from the hilltop to the foot of the hill, i contacted TMnet in regards of changing my address and getting the contractor over to fix up the tech-y mojo for me.

Like a true-blue Malaysian, TM played tai chi with me. They gave me a few numbers of contractors I can call to come in to fix things up.

When I rang up the contractors, you guessed it. They said “TM gotta contact us for the appointment. We can’t deal direct with you.”

So I rang up TM again. No surprises. “You call the contractor. They can deal with it.”

I rang up the contractor again, same answer- “TM call us, we come in.”

“Call contractor direct...we don’t deal with that.”

Back and forth, I was rolling like the imaginary watermelon in the infamous mockery tai chi moves.

xx

I’ve been stealing from my neighbour for the past few months. I’ve even tried 1315 dial-up with takes up my whole battery life to load 1 page. (my months old Vaio’s a piece of crap, btw. The battery is absolutely s-h-i-t that lasts for a good 55 minutes if i switch on the speed and wireless function)

All the travelling fatigue is killing me, instead of yelling like a mad woman like i always do, i simply emailed trusty ol’amy- MrP’s P.A to deal with it for me before i start a Khmer-like killing massacre.

xx

yes. I’m currently running on dial-up. It’s been a lovely 15 minutes and i still can’t log into my blogger. Neither can i check my email.

Quick question everyone..are you still on dial-up?

How can you stand running on dial-up if it takes up your whole lifetime to run a simple task online?

xx

there's a sudden changed of plan as i was gonna bail again but alas, there's a great event i can't missed. its a chance for me to find a better home for some of my jewelleries, handmade lovelies, vintage, samples and found treasures before my BIG move.

I will be joining a junkyard sale in conjunction with LAPSAP (DJ Blink & Ah Xu)'s party cum BBQ at Palate Palette this coming 18 Nov (Sun) from 1.30pm - 8pm.

So come around for some good food, good people, good music, good vibe, and of course, good bargains!

photographer photographed

Mario Sorrenti, photographed by Kate Moss back in the Moss-Sorrenti years. For a change, we see the photographer in front of the camera, the model behind, clicking the shutter button.

No. I didn't put this up for artsy-fartsy purpose.

I'm simply drooling all over for this looker.

stolen from: the new Fall-Winter 07/08 issue of Vogue Hommes International.

i fed it to the dog but she spat it out.

peekaboo.

life is good

sometimes i wonder, am i too overly-spontaneous?



7 days to go till my trophy night. M, I think I deserve a bigger and better one than Kemang (preferably in crystal this time)

chipsmore cookie+houdini

because i'm good for nothing when it comes to an end, i'll do what i do best instead.

off to check out angkor wat before i detour to M's sanctuary to claim my asylum. he got me a new deck lounge so i can sun myself to my early death bed while sobbing over spilled milk. oh how i love multi-tasking.

currently i'm looking forward to check out SHOW PINK on monday before i bail. and maybe Samedi Dimanche @ palatepalette tomorrow night, which will be like traveling through time to the daze of the slow nights in amber.

here are some random pictures for you.