Eatingsilk and Kids

There is this wonderful Indian restaurant located in Plaza Damas. It’s called Khanna Peena. The food is superb and the ambience is great. As there is hardly anyone there, the place is one of my favorite retreats. I actually discovered the place together with Eva, when we accidentally stumbled upon it.

Thus, when we decided to meet up yesterday after a decade of not seeing each other, what better place then Khanna Peena? After picking me up from Hartamas, we were off to enjoy the delights of South Indian cuisine. As we approached the eatery, to our horror, we discovered that it was gone.

Yes, Khanna Peena had vanished to become Bio Genesis. Conversation is at follows:-

Eva: What the hell?
Me: *blur* What is Bio Genesis doing here?
Eva: Where is Khanna Peena? Did they close down??!
Me: They closed down! Damn!! How dare they!
Eva: Yeah!! How dare they!!

We ended up in Makansutra (direct translation: eating silk). Food wise it was good, and I thoroughly ducked into the Thai Mango Chicken, which was glorious. However, even though the food was nice, and the ambience cozy, it changed as soon as a school of idiots (there were twenty of them) decided to join us. They brought along kids. Untamed kids who found utmost pleasure in screaming their hearts out while crawling under the table. The place became our average night market and soon we couldn’t hear what each other was saying.

To remedy the situation we took turns to give the parents and kids death stares. However they seem not to understand what a ‘death stare’ is as their IQ is not 110 but 011. As I said earlier, a school of idiots. We soon left unable to stand it anymore. *Sigh* Still, I did enjoy the catching up session.

Thanks Eva for the wonderful dinner and love the card. BIG HUGS!!

P/S: This has no relations to the topic at hand but Adrian, you have a nice voice! Go become a DJ ok?

Snuggly with a T-Rex

Well, am back! After two days of leave from the office, man do I feel good! As it is, this is the first time I took off, unless you want to count the mc-s as part of leave.

So on Thursday, I woke up at 10.30am, feeling good that I was at home when others were working. Since my whole family were on 'holiday' (mum took off, Becks on school hols and John..well, John ponteng [skipped] college..) we decided to go to Berjaya Time Square, where we spent the entire day there.

Thus, we went to Pizza Uno for lunch. Now, the ambience there is so-so but the food is good and a plus factor is that there is nobody there so you kinda have the whole place to yourself. Besides, the price range is somewhat like Chillies, only the food is better as Chillies standards have somewhat gone down real bad.

Next was IMAX Theater. I have never been to the IMAX since it came out, so I wanted to see what the fuss about it was. Man, it's so cool! You put on these glasses and the whole screen pops right out at you. It's like going into the movie!!Cool! *Thumbs up*

However, here's where my complain comes in. The movie that we saw was T-Rex. Now, if you ever plan to go check out IMAX, please, go check out some other movie. T-Rex sucked. The story is horrible and the only reason people watch the stupid 45min movie is because of the selling of the IMAX concept.

*Spoilers ahead*

Now, basically T-Rex is about...T-Rex and dinasours. Basically the whole movie is about girl travelling back to the T-Rex era. Either she:-

a) really travelled back to dino age
b) she has one hell of an imagination
c) she is shizophinic

Anyway, what got me pissed is that at the end of the movie, she gives the big almightly T-Rex a nice pet. And T-Rex smiles!Yes, the big, huge T-Rex becomes your average dog. Then comets comes and T-Rex along with his minions of dinos dies. What the hell went wrong??

I mean common man!The plot could have been way better. For e.g. T-Rex could have bit off her hand, being the predator he is. Or he could have snuffle her out with one big stomp. That would have been more realistic than the family hug.

*Sigh* movie sucked big time. But the IMAX technology is cool. So, do go check it out ya? And if you don't believe that T-Rex is that bad, do go see it for yourself. Otherwise, don't.

P/S:- I am going to kill the fella that told me the movie was awesome that he watched it three times. *Psst* you know who you are.

P/P/S:- My camera 'died' on me so I have no pictures. *Sniff*!

Idiots reunite

I am sure that most of you have heard of Hartamas Shopping Centre before. Now the road in front of the shopping complex is really bad. I mean really bad. It is dirty with mud and potholes due to the construction taking place there. Driving there would 100% gurantee your wonderful polish car requiring another coat of polish.

What really piss me off is the construction workers who behave like the road belongs to their grandfather. They literally put up "BERHENTI!" (STOP!) signage in the (get this) MIDDLE of the road to stop the cars and let their lorries filled with mud, pass. Now this really irks me because thess peabrains assume that no car would be speeding and to make their life easier, they behave in a selfish manner of errecting self-made traffic conductors. What if, someone is speeding along the road, and terlanggar (hit) the signage? Or how about if someone didnt stop in time and hit the signage? What would happen is his car would suffer the damage.

Second complain is that this morons once gali (dig) up a pothole that was closed to make cars slow down. This not only irks me but piss me off to the extend I would like to take a shovel and bang some common sense into the brains of these cows. I mean common and try to get the picture here. A pothole is not meant to be dug up again. Not only is it illegal but dangerous as well. How stupid can some people get?? Only when someone gets an accident due to their minute size brain which is unable to comprehend something call logic, will they realize. By then it might be too late, and someone could have already suffer. Thank god, someone complain and the pothole is now repaired. Still, I am FAR from over.

Since now they do not have a pothole for their "BERHENTI!" purpose, they decide to open the sewage hole. Yes they life the canister and if you do not stop, chances are that your car would not only smash into the signage but your car wheels might just get stuck inside the sewage hole. Morons will never cease to be morons. My suggestion? A night lock-up with shovel banging on the head of all these idiots. CANT THEY FREAKING SEE THAT THEY ARE ENDANGERING LIVES HERE???

Anyway, today we pass by rather suprise that the sewage hole is not open. The lid is properly shut. Someone must have complain. I wonder what these idiots would be up to next. Maybe stripping the tar off the road. I wouldn't put anything pass them!*GRRR*

The Red Bucket

Originally from Ipoh, my family soon moved to Kuala Lumpur. I was about five at that time. We used to travel back frequently there, staying in this big bungalow run by the church. It was heaven for me, as I got pampered silly by the aunties. Also, it was the place where I meet all my childhood friends (these are the people I know since birth).

Being kids, we would either be fighting, crying, or playing. Our games revolved around 'Chase', 'Hide and Seek', Lat Tali Lat Tali Tam Pun (Translation: It's a nonsensical game that I can't explain) and Pregnant Woman (don't ask). You must understand, that the bungalow in those days was huge - the perfect arena for a game of Hide and Seek.

Thus one day, while playing hid and seek, I discovered a lovely place to hide - in a PLASTIC RED bucket (I'm sure you've seen it before - those big round buckets that people use to takong (hold) laundry to bring out and sun? If you haven't nevermind) which was big due to my age. So there I laid, quiet as ever, waiting for the Seeker to seek me out. Soon, the Seeker found everyone save me. Still, I laid quiet, though a bit bored in the bucket waiting.

And waiting.

Though I was in the overturn bucket, I could hear the conversations around me. Safe to say, soon the whole church was seeking for me, and being a five-year-old, I found it rather funny, hearing my mum shouting my name. In my small little brain, I proudly thought to myself that I was a wonderful Hider.

That was until one of the Uncles discovered me by accident. He was in the room I was in talking with another Uncle about organizing a search party. That was when I started giggling. Try to imagine a bucket moving up and down and you would get the picture. Suffice to say, my parents were not happy, no matter how I proudly said that I was a wonderful Hider. I even got a scolding for goodness sake.

However I was the envy of my friends, who felt like shooting themselves for not thinking of the creative idea of hiding in a bucket. Soon, everytime we played Hide and Seek there would always be some moron, hiding in the overturn RED bucket.

Birthday Wishlist

Just the other day my mum was asking me what I would like for my birthday (presents *hint hint*)

Basically there are three things that I want:-

1) Go see Nanta
2) Go see Hollywood on Ice
3) Spend a nice evening with good company

No. 2 is definetly on!(YES!!) No 1? Most likely would be on. As for No. 3, let’s see how it goes shall we?

While I'm at it, can I also ask for a Ferrari Enzo. Oh yeah, can you make it red please??

Barbie Dolls and Men

Sometimes, remembrance of the past brings a fit of giggles, which is so not good, especially when you’re at the dinner table, with your mouth full. Food just spews out and the outcome is rather messy, if not gross. Yesterday my brother and I were remising on our childhood era and amidst the fits of laughter, I came to realize something – the difference between the two genders.

When I was around six or seven, I was a bossy little girl, who loved Barbie dolls. Now I had several Barbie dolls, which I would dress up and make them have a tea party. I also had Ken, the alter male ego, who is the Casanova in my weird tale of tea parties and shopping malls.

Whenever I tried to get my brother to play Barbie dolls with me, the outcome would be the same.

Me: MUMMMMMMEEEE!!!! John’s doing it again!!! (this would proceed with a really loud wail)

John: *muttering under his breath* Ken wants no party. Ken hates parties!!! (this would proceed with my brother karate kicking my Barbie dolls, who would fly. In other words, physical abuse)

Due to my brother nature, injuries of all sorts soon befell my dolls, such as One Leg Barbie, No Leg Barbie, Headless Barbie, Botak (Bald) Barbie and so on. I never found it funny when I discover that he decided he wanted an entourage of pirates and proceeded to give some of my Barbies eye patches with the permanent marker pen. The ruckus I cause upon this discovery concluded in John getting a nice sounding from my mother.

It goes to show, that girls and guys think differently and when it comes to a Barbie doll, never ever let your brother play with them. After all, some of your dolls might just be collectables in the near future, if they are not mutilated beyond recognition.

In the name of a goldfish

Just yesterday, a friend of mine asked why didn't I leave my handphone on throughout the night, you know, just in case there is an emergency. Well, I told her, I used too. And proceed to tell her with my tale....

It all changed when a friend of mine called me for a sympathetic shoulder to sob on - at 3am. This friend of mine, called me not to tell me that he broke up with his girlfriend but to pour out a deranged story on his DEAD GOLDFISH that just died. o.O

A dead goldfish. He called me because of a dead stupid goldfish named Fluffy that just past to the Netherworlds. I felt like strangling him. I had a major presentation the next day and when I last check, I was not awoken due to any stupid emergency.

I hate to be waken up from Slumberland, but I don't mind if it's of somewhat importance. Hell, a friend once called me at 4am because she broke up with her good-for-nothing bf. That is understandable. But a DEAD GOLDFISH????Gawd, I seriously don't understand!!!

You know what? I nearly scarstically asked him to put up an obituary as a dedication to his dead Fluffy but I wisely held my tongue. After about half-an-hour of listening unsympathetically to his *sniff*-my-fluffy-is-gone I had enough. I hanged up and tried to get to sleep. It never came.

That was the final straw. After that, I would off my handphone after 12.00am (unless I'm out partying or mamaking, or am wide awake with my groupmates doing our assignments at God forsaken times). You want to call me? Either:-

1) Call the house phone (that is if you have it), and it better be good.
2) Wait and tell me tomorrow your tale

Too bad, if you broke up with your bf at 3am. Too bad if you caught pneumonia. Too bad if you're pet squirrel died of Kellogs Frosties overdose (sadly this happened to my pet squirrel. will blog about it another day). TELL IT TO ME TOMORROW!!! Never, I vow, would another Fluffy-kins story repeat itself. No sir-ee.

*****

"That is the reason behind me switching off my phone," I concluded. She nodded symphatically and proceeded to ask, "eh, what happen to the poor guy? You gave it to him kao-kao ah?"

I just smile. Let's just say that hell hath no fury like a women WITHOUT sleep.

Food Mania

Have you ever had one of those days when you skip dinner and made up for it the next day?

On Wednesday, due to a slight nausea feeling, I forgo dinner and drank only a small bottle of Yakult. Then came Thursday. I woke up feeling like a starved bear. Thus I proceeded to the kitchen and found a Rotiboy (*gobble gobble gobble*) which tasted rather good with my daily cup of Nescafe.

Now if you think that was my breakfast, you would be wrong. My dad came back with porridge. *gobble gobble gobble* That was my breakfast and I was off for work.

At 10.15am, my colleague called the office.

Colleague: Hey, I’m in Bestari, anyone wants anything?
Me: Yes please. Satu Maggie Mee goring (One Fried Maggie Mee)

This was my brunch, together with a cup of Nescafe.

Came lunch, and I had guava and Sprite. I know, I know, the combo a bit the salah (wrong).

After my lunch, I couldn’t stop pecking on tidbits – especially kuachi (sunflower seeds). Damn I love kuachi. It’s so satisfactory when you manage to kopek (peel) the shell away.

Soon tea came by. Since some of my colleagues wanted to get some snack, I vouched to go out this time.

My tea:- Meehoon goring and two fresh squeeze juices (One apple and the other pineapple).

When I came back, I was too full to have my dinner. Come today, I just had porridge and coffee. Why is it that I’m still feeling hungry?

Blue Cheese and Worms?!

Recently, I was reading vynn's blog on 'the making of blue cheese'. Now, for those of you who know me well, you would have come to realise that I always rant and rave about blue cheese as I love to eat it plain, with a good book at hand. Yes folks, my No. 1 junkfood is blue cheese.

I have always known that blue cheese is made using bacteria (DUH!). You know those blue spots you see on the cheese? Those are caused by some (scientific-babble-inserted-here) process done by the bacteria.

Try to imagine the horror when I saw Vynn's post which involve a WHOLE new prespective to blue cheese. As I quote:-

'after a few days or weeks the bacteria will turn into worms'

It gets worse:-

'those worm will survived by eating the cheese. after months, the worms will also die in the cheese and then those 'blue blue mold' will pop out. then, (TADA!)the blue cheese is done!!

Oh dear.

There is a saying 'ignorance is bliss'. Truly, this couldn't be more apt.

TagstAgstaGstagS

i have been tagged a few times but due to my procastinating nature, you can guess what happened. today, you shall witness a miracle. i shall be doing the tags. reason being? i can't think of anything to blog about. if you're hoping to read about something that happened in my boring life, too bad. go to some other blog.

WARNING!!UTTER NONSENSE AHEAD which makes NO sense at all.

first up: maccabee + yat (they both tag me the same thing..)

Seven things I plan to do before I die (talk about optimism) :

• make peace with GOD and everyone!!
• repent (I DON'T WANT TO END UP IN HELL)
• get married..*giggles*
• go travelling around the world
• have kids of my own
• experience all life has to offer
• be happy and contented!!

Seven things I cannot do:

• tell a joke
• do the rock stance (you know the one eye thingy)
• swim (haha..laugh all you like)
• understand the magic eye illusions
• read any Jane Austen litreature without falling asleep
• eat Japanese seaweed...i find it utterly nauseating..
• go without coffee in the morning..i would just DIE

Seven things I say most often:

• really-ah?
• omigawd (normally proceeding 'issit?')
• bitch
• issit?
• whateva
• jealous? (always proceeding 'issit?')
• congratulations!

i am suppose to victimise seven people by tagging them. here are the candidates: -

• yat and maccabee. its like this, both tagged me in different blogs so i tag them in my board..haha..yeah, *sigh* its fruitless
• adrian (yo uncle, mana lu pergila?)
• andrew
• ayesha
• kenny
• lynn
• vynn

there!!I DID IT!!Hurrah for me!!For any of you out there who don't have a life or just feel bored shitless, please feel free to use this as a form of cheap entertainment...

second up: kenny

you know what?i think i will do that on another day!*grins*

Mr. Indecent

recently, i got me haircut as i could no longer stand my long annoying hair. it is so not the pantene advertisement and very unmanagable. after my wonderful haircut and treatment in bangsar, my sis and me proceeded to mcdonalds with my mum who also sported a funky new hairdo with highlights.

that was when we met him. me and my sister cheekily grinned at each other with the same thought in our mind - "omg!he's so indecent!!" and we proceeded to stifle our giggles, which eventually erupted into gigantical scales of guffaws. mr. indecent was with his two kids, who were oblivious to his indecent short shorts, munching away on their fries. i on the other hand, couldn't stop staring wondering what the hell possessed him to wear that obsene pair of shorts. it was a freaking micromini, and it took away my appetite. it was gross. blerk...

after a while, i think mr indecent got the message and proceeded to cover up his micromini shorts with a plastic bag. yes folks, he took a mcdee's plastic bag and modified it to become a weird towel of sort. we on the other hand, erupted into another stitch of giggles.

finally panting for air, me and my sister left mcdee's with my somewhat bemused mother for home. at the end of the day, i hope he learnt his lesson:- keep those indecent pair of shorts for your WIFE!no one else wants to see what she wants to see! people come to mcdee to eat not puke for goodness sake!!

phidophiles and pigs

i love grandma's. the food is great and it's always nice to get out from the city once in a while. she stays in a small town, approximately a three hours drive from kuala lumpur. it is quiet save during chinese new year, where its filled with all the balik kampung-ers (going home people).



outside me grandma's place

our visit this time had nothing to do with the raya-deepavali festive season, rather, my dad was having his primary school reunion dinner. imagine that! and i can't even remember most of my classmates save shivani, the girl who's hair got entangled with mine due to bubblegum (don't ask).

the reunion took place in your typical chinese restaurant, with the atmosphere of a typical chinese wedding. it was nice to see my dad enjoying the company of his childhood mates.



the venue

we had the priviledge of encounteres with various amusing species. one of them was Ms. Greedy Ass who ate away as if tomorrow was the apocolypse. i was wondering, "is this just me or is Ms. Fat in Blue real greedy?" when my sister gave me the confirmative. SHE IS GREEDY ALL RIGHT! it was so amusing to watch her wallop the duck, prawns, shark fin soup and etc. she just didnt know how to stop! btw, Ms Greedy Ass is most likely still in high school. she looks fifteen and is plump. i shrudder to think what would happen in ten years time.

we also had Ms. Calsberg who kept on pouring calsberg into Ms. Greedy Ass cup. i would say that shes about fifteen too. she was actually going around pouring calsberg into everyone's glasses. if im not mistaken she is a waitress at the restaurant and seems to be a close friend of Ms. Greedy Ass who kept on stuffing food into Ms. Calsberg mouth. Hmmm..isn't it illegal for an underage to be serving alcohol?

then there was mr. phidophile (name given by becca). according to her, he kept on staring at us from the next table. in other words, he was a sakai who never seen a mixed family before. i didnt believe her until i saw him staring and proceeded to politely stare back. that was when his granny and sister also decided to join in the starefestival. oh well, if they can do it, SO CAN I!!!

sad to say, though the reunion was a fun time for my dad, it was erm, bizzare for me. there was a few shows put on by the organizers. first was the chinese opera singing by one of the teachers. omg. just shoot me. i hate chinese opera singing. it sounded as if someone fed her tons of weed and todi before the show, making her voice go all wobbly. though she only sang for fifteen minutes, it felt like it was fifteen hours. then there was the fan dancing by one of the ex-students. it was not bad, but it was not good either. *sigh* actually it was bad. it looked like an old dog trying to perform tricks (where have i heard this before). still i have to applaud her for her sporting nature. we then proceeded to various horrendous renderations of songs karaoke style by different people.

after the various performances, the ex-headmaster took stage. as he went to the podium to speak, the ex-primarymates behaved like they were still in primary during perhimpunan (assembly) talking pasar malam style, with no one paying attention to what the poor old man had to say. ah...glad to know that the grown ups still remember to behave appropriately...=D

thus, my evening was spent making me wonder - will i ever have a primary school reunion? if so, i'll pray there's NO karaoke system.

One Big Giant Banana Please

yesterday we went to giant in pusat damansara. when we went to queue, there was a long line which was surprising as during our normal occassion there, hardly anyone would be shopping, save us. maybe its the deepavali and raya last minutes shoppers.

we waited a bit impatiently for our turn. there was this plump punjabi lady queuing in front of us when suddenly she decided that she forgot something and left the queue. nothing to it right? WRONG. Ms. Fat Lady decided to come back and potong (cut) the queue back to her original spot saying that, "i was here just now".

me: .... (speechless)
my sister: &#^$*%&^(*@&$ (a long line of explicit curses)

i was pissed. i mean, common. just because you were before us just now doesn't mean you have an invisible "vip-reserve" priviledge. GET IN QUEUE.Too bad you have to change your ice cream from vanilla to chocolate or whateva. I DON'T CARE!!!

thankfully she had only two item. if she had over ten, i would have given her a good sounding in the deepavali spirit. the only reason i let her off was because she was OLD. still just because she's NENEK TUA (OLD GRANDMA) doens't give her the right to display such HORRID MANNERS. Grrr...

Becca was thinking of kicking her but decided against it under the principle of "JUST BECAUSE YOU'RE HORRID, DOESN'T MEAN I HAVE TO BE HORRID TOO"

So we let her go, in the deepavali spirit, cursing that a big giant banana would fall and squash her to death.