Merdeka Day, Bulldog, and Miscommunication

I just got up. My hair smells of smoke and I want to have a bath. I hate the smell of smoke. The smell of Pantene mixed with smoke is worse. It smells sickly sweet.

The day before Merdeka was spent with a friend in dire need to shop for clothes. I mean SHOP. Now I love shopping. But I do not love it when I woke up at 5.30am the day before AND consumed several mugs of coffee.

It's worse when you are freaking tired WHILE you teman your friend to shop AND you have to attend a party on the same night. Thus I was the grouchy companion. The sulky one in the corner, harbouring malicious thoughts that someone would die of food poisoning (So sorry Lizzie for my bitchy demeanour).


We had a wonderful lunch though. To be honest, I wasn't feeling so good before Liz came and pick me up. Once I arrived at the mall, I discovered why. It was my time of the month. What an apt time to come. Poor Liz. She had to endured my snide comments on everything. I mean EVERYTHING.

By the time I arrived home, I was on the brink of K.O-ness. But nOoooo, I had a party to attend so I had to rush to get change for the long night ahead. *Sigh* I could not FFK this time round. After changing J came and picked me up two hours later. Blame Merdeka celebrations massive jam. While rushing to Bulldog, IJ called asking where we were. We rushed to Bulldog and entered in to meet IJ. IJ was not there. In fact IJ was at her place waiting for us to come.

Basically it was a miscomunnication. We were suppose to adjourn to Bulldog after makaning at her place. Instead J and me went straight to Bulldog. Forget adjourning will ya, why not rush a step ahead? So pai seh going in Bulldog, only to walk straight OUT!


So we rushed to IJ's place, grabbed a pizza and a glass of wine, rushed out to meet JV and rushed to Bulldog again. What an amount of rushing. Anyway, am glad I didn't FFK anyone. Bulldog was good. I mean good. Celebrating Merdeka has never been better.

HAPPY MERDEKA DAY PEOPLE!

Dumb Bell

This is too stupid not to blog about.

Today I did something so dumb. I am still wondering the retardness of the whole situation.

I have a very inactive hi5 account. To be honest, it can be three months before I log on out of boredom. Today was one of those boring days so without further ado, I, the "great" Dee, log on and went straight to my inbox.

To which I note, I recieved a message from B, stating he would be back from OZ. I replied and click 'sent'. Guess what is the best part about this whole thing?

The message was addressed back in 2005.

Yes my friends, I replied him a year later.

Someone pass me a shovel please. I. Just. Want. To. Die. Of. Embarrassment.

Ipoh - Glorious food and memories

Question: What happens when you put a Ipoh lass back in Ipoh?

Answer: You get a whole load of food poisoning.

This weekend, I paid my hometown a visit and claim the retribution for one of the seven deadly sins, gluttony. The sight of a char siew pau now makes me go green in the face.



Ipoh, my friend, is not the place to head, if you're trying to watch your weight if you know what I mean.

The amount of char siew I ate...oh gawd!

*AHEM*

Moving on...

I aquired an admirer of sort in Ipoh. His name is Benjamin.


Ain't he cute? Look at his angelic face. A hyperactive kid who has the pent up energy of an energizer bunny.

*refrains from rambling on about Benje*

I also had the pleasure of meeting my childhood friend, Soni in Ipoh. We are both located in KL but we like, fail to meet up everytime due to er, unforseen circumstances? It was great seeing her again as well as all the aunties at the church.They have known me since I was a newborn baby.

Aunty M got me and Soni in a fits of laughter as she regall the various nonsense we use to do as kids. Can you believe it that when I was a kid, I locked myself up in the toilet at the church playing with the soap suds in the bathtub while my mother and Anuty M frantically tried to retrieve me as the sermon went on?

Or how about Soni, S and me playing pregnant woman, stuffing blankets walking around and telling everyone we were pregnant? Did I mention that S is a guy? -_-'

I was thinking of putting up a picture taken in Ipoh but decided against it because I turned out looking FAT! It's the char siews I tell you....*Sniff*

Tesco buns

Was trying to pujuk my dad to go visit the Tesco at the Curve today. Failed miserably as he's now Carrefour No. 1 supporter.

Which brought about the subject of Bristol and the Tesco days we had there. I spent a small part of my childhood in Bristol and if there is one thing that I can remember about that place, it's Tesco.

Why is the memory of Tesco so etched in my mind?

Maybe it was because...of a small incident that took place, when I was a wee kid...

Whenever we went to Tesco, I would explore with my dad's watchful eye. There was this one time I saw a trayful of croissants and other buns being displayed on the table. Greedily, I reached out and bit one of the croissant. Now, I never knew how rubber tasted like. Not only did I discover the truth at that moment but my razor sharp teeth managed to leave their 'C' mark on the fake rubber bun. It was the most HORRIBLE crossaint I had ever tasted. Was I devastated? No, I was furious.

Imagine a four year old kid, telling off a Tesco guy.

"Why are those buns fake?"

"Because they are on display..."

"But they are fake!!! I bit one of them!!!"

That was what I did.

Was the Tesco guy mad? No, he was amused. TOO amused. Eventually he went away and came back grinning away with a croissant in his hand. A real croissant. FOC.

Moral of the story? Sometime it takes a fake thing to produce results?Hehehe...

Too much turpentine

My diary for this week.

Saturday - The Curve
Sunday - Recuperate
Monday - Bangsar Shopping Village
Tuesday - Midvalley
Wednesday - *** and 1 Utama
Thursday - KLCC
Friday - Recuperate
Saturday - The Curve
Sunday - IL's birthday.

Anyways, since I'm seriously having a freaking headache now thanks to all the rennovation and paint (yeah, I'm somewhat sensitive to the turpentine smell) at Jusco, I ain't going to blog anything. Below are various pictures. Enjoy.



Now it would not be complete without pictures of glorious food so....





You can bet they taste as delicious as they look. Damn, I'm hungry again. Okay moving on to the next list of pictures...

Alright then. I'm done. Tada! What a pointless post. But I hope, that you are feeling as hungry as I am feeling right now...

Oh, the irony!

“Wah, nice phone,” I said admiringly.

“When you got it?”

“I snagged it,” D proudly claimed.

“You snagged it??!”

“Finders keeper wat…,” he said, abeit defensively.

We were having mamak when I noticed D’s phone. He got it FOC at another mamak place when some unfortunate soul left it.

*Rewinds back two years*

I was in Ipoh for an event. While in the changing room, I stumbled on a new camera phone from Samsung. It was silver. It was beautiful. I stared at the phone. I looked around. No one was there.

Common Damaris. New phone what. Take only…
Cannot, cannot. Guilty. Stealing is wrong! How can I sleep liddat?
But it’s a camera phone.
Someone is probably going bonkers wondering where her phone is.
But it’s the latest model wei…

In the end, I went about searching for the owner of the phone and returned it. Before you say I am a saint, I am not. It’s just that I can never bring myself to take what is not mine. I know for a fact, if I tried, I would reap the consequence of a wonderful guilt trip. Peace (to me) is more important that material goods.

That being said, when I arrived back in Kuala Lumpur, I found that my mobile was missing/stolen.

*Spoof*

This is what we call irony, friends.

*Rewinds back to the present*

“I hope someone snag your phone next time,” I said

“…”

Cholesterol heaven

What happens when you put a girl with loads and loads of chocolate in the same house?

1. You get a sugar induced being.
2. You run the risk of loosing your treasure trove of cholesterol heaven
3. You produce an insomnia creature of the night
   
4. You hear a lot of jabberings
   

If you pick all of the above, congratulations you got it right. I am trying my level best to cut down on chocolates. This attempt however, has so far been futile. Thanks to the 'wonderful' support from my siblings, I am failing at ever corner. John decided that it would be great to bake a chocolate cake yesterday.

At

frigging

2.00am

*sigh*

Naturally I helped. Not only in the cooking, but literally in licking the batter clean. For a clearer picture, think Mc Dee’s chocolate sundae coating. Think one pot [the wicked boy baked more than enough icing. How to resist liddat? =( ].

Then, I opened the fridge. Baby’s horde of chocolate stared at me seductively. I stared back and proceeded to happily caress her Turkish Delight, delightfully. After a couple of pieces I proceeded to put back the Delights in the fridge, trading it for dark chocolate. By 3am the amount of chocolate I munched was enough to cause a heart attack to a walrus.

*sigh*

Not to mention, I went on a sugar high telling lame ass jokes giggling as my brother made snide comments, which I happily ignored.

*sigh*

I think I need to cut down on the chocolates. Now, if only I can bring myself to toss out the *sniff* chocolates from the fridge…

Emo Rant Pt. 1

Warning: Below is an emo post. Suggestion? Ignore it. Sorry, haven't been myself lately. Will come back to chirpy self soon. Give it a day or two..Till then...

She sits there numb, sad and lost. The clock ticks....

*Tick tick tick*

She glance around. It is too quiet. She puts on Barry White. At least somewhat, the music would soothe her mind, which is in turmoil. She is not herself. She hasn't been for the past few days. She glance at the darkness and feels one with it, embracing and warping with the shadow plays against the wall. She cannot sleep. She wishes...

She thinks about them. She wishes...

Why did he seek to pursue it? Why did he seek to cross the border? Did he enjoy complicating matters? Did he not realise that she regard her as one of her closest friends and would never do anything to hurt her friend? Did he think that she would choose a relationship over a friendship? Did he think that she saw him the same way that he saw her? She would rather give up a relationship for any of her friends. That was how much her friends meant to her...

She didn't...

She couldn't..

Why did he not understand? Then there was the other one...

She was not who they think she was.

How could you like someone, when you dont know them? She wonder to herself...

She wish....

She wanted...

She just wanted some peace of mind...

And maybe, peace from the scars within...

Point of Retardness

I opened my mailbox today. Received a stupidfying email by CP. Just reading it made me feel like a retard. For your information, I hate to receive stupid forwarded messages stating that your mum/dad/bro/sis/dog/etc would die if the message hasn't been forwarded in the next five minutes. It really irks me.

So, it is my utmost pleasure of presenting "A retards point of view as to when a guy likes you". As you will see, the words in red are my afterthoughts. Oh and please forward this. Otherwise your pet monkey would starve to death on a tree and never find (add sexual preferences here) soulmate. Let's begin shall we...

When a guy is quite and alone, he is thinking how good you are...

(OR, he could just have had a screwball day at work, and just wants to unwind)

When a guy is lying on his bed, he is thinking deeply why he loves you...

(Hah!Have you ever thought that the poor dude could just be t-i-r-e-d??)

When a guy looks into your eyes, he wants to tell you how much he loves you and how important you are...

(Or what a mess you made of your mascara.)

When a GUY answers, "I'm Fine", he is not and feels hurts

(From past experience, I can vouch that MOST guys are straightforward. The "I'm Fine" should be attention to the other gender)

When a GUY keep asking you the same question, he is wondering why you are lying.

(Or he's just an idiot with memory relapse)

When a GUY hugs you while sleeping, he is wishing that you belong to him forever.

(I am soOOOoo not commenting on this one)

When a GUY calls you everyday, he misses you and wants your attention.

(This could be true, or he could just be obsessed with you. Your pick)

When a GUY miss calls you, he misses you and wants to see you.

(Wait. This sounds the same as the one above..)

Seriously, if it's not funny please don't forward it. If it contains a 10 year curse cursing me that I would have a bad love life/sex life/marriage/kids/job why the **** are you forwarding it to me??! *Bangs head*. STUPIDNESS I tell you.

Ending note: Bill Gates won't give you part of his fortune if you forward that stupid darn mail! And no, friendsters/msn/hotmail/gmail/etc is NOT closing down.

FFK Queen

I was complaining to my mum that my life is so dull.

That was two years ago.

*Rewind to present day*

Today I receive a call from XYZ asking me to come for an interview tomorrow evening. Hehe..

This was followed by a sms from S; I quote, “So is your majesty finally free to meet up tomorrow?” Aiks. Told her I wouldn’t be able to make it Friday thanks to my interview. Need to psych up =). Poor dear. I ffk her a few times and she’s not too happy about it. =( Made me swear I would try to meet on Sunday. Innocently I said, should be no problem until…

IL phoned. IL wants to meet up for drinks this Sunday. O.o Now I’m stuck. I’m freaking close to IL and IL rarely goes out thanks to work. Die.

Then SL messaged me online, asking me, if we are going for the jazz festival this Saturday. No worries…at least until…

Robin msn-ed me, asking whether Saturday I would be free to see Pirates again (Johnny Depp. Hot. Yay!). Haven't seen this darling since May. Feeling guilty, but..Err..

J wants me on Saturday (wait, that sound wrong) -_-'. I err, ffk her yesterday because I overslept (yeah, yeah, I am not proud of it). She wants to shop. O.o

HY then call and gave me a good sounding for always ffk-ing him. He wanted to go out yesterday night for yum cha. I couldn’t make it due to some matters. He then asked if I’m free on Saturday or Sunday. I asked him the definition of free. Hehe..

Conclusion?

Why not ffk everyone and sleep in? =D

HEADACHE MAN!

Grouchily me...*yawns*

Dear diary,

I

want

to

die

x100..

Woke up this morning with my mobile ringing.

RIGHT BESIDE MY EAR. Blardy hell...

The caller? Jamie Miranda asking me whether wanna go out today.

In my groggy state of mind, gawd knows what I told her. -_-'

Note to self: - Never leave phone on throughout the night.

Tried to no avail to go back to Lalaland. Failed at every attempt and proceed to sulk grouchily on mah bed. After all, I only slept at 5am thanks to bekalan elektrik terputus(electricity failure) and I had every right to sulk.

*Sigh*

Note to self: - Sulking at my pillow is not fun.

Finally dragged myself out of bed and did my daily rituals.

Called Jamie, yakked for a while. Malasfied want to meet up to day.

Too

dead

to

shop...

Arranged to meet tomorrow.

A moment of uncertainty

Update: Recieved a reply late at night...Thanks for all the well wishes and for everyone that pushed and shoved me. Let's pray I get it ya??

Update: The call was not made. An sms was sent instead(Damaris, you CHICKEN you!)..*crosses fingers*

She stared at the clock.

It was 11.45am.

*Tick*

Should she call, or should she wait?

*Tick*

Will he say yes, or will he say no?

*Tick*

She tried to imagine the possible replies. She was terrified.

*Tick*

She glanced at the clock again.

It was 12.00pm.

*Tick*

She picked up the phone.

She hung up.

*Tick*

She did not have the courage to make that one phone call....

And it was already 2.oopm.

Gulai Asam Pedas satu!

I dissected a fish, for the sake of “Gulai Asam Pedas”.

Oh, the trauma!

Try to imagine; Mr. Fish looking at you with his dead pan eyes, lifeless on the chopping board with no form of resistance. For some unknown reason, I felt guilty just staring at the dead fish.

My mum gleefully told me the correct way to cut it. Rather reluctantly I proceeded with caution. Bugger’s head didn’t want to come out much to my frustrations. It just dangled there while the blood oozed out, making wonderful patterns on my shirt. In my head I kept on saying, “I’m so sorry” while hacking away at Mr. Fish.

Then came the gross part. I had to remove all forms of heart, lungs and whatnot.

Not only did I felt squeamish, I wanted to puke. Praise the Lord; I was never in the Science Stream during my school years. Gawd knows what horrors awaits when faced with frogs.

I did manage to make the “Asam Pedas”. After a while, Mr. Fish was beginning to look rather appetizing that all form of repentance into vegetarianism vanquish with a slurp of the wonderful brew.

Moral of the story: Always get the fish monger to do it for you.