tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97526412024-02-19T02:55:08.162-08:00I've been bloogedAccidental yet Minor Oucheshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01149765326241013172noreply@blogger.comBlogger192125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9752641.post-82673625400100289622011-03-12T12:17:00.000-08:002011-03-12T12:39:17.658-08:00Let's start startingIt's been pretty long since I've written.<br />Somehow, by watching Travel and Living and the Asian Food Channel, I found my way to opening this blank page and typing words in it. :)<br /><br />haha. It's been a while since I've seriously thought of things and put them into written perception. It's been a while since I've come out of this lazy shell of mine.<br />My life has been good I have to say. Mum's in town, sister's in town, life's slowly drilling in for me and I'm glad that I have time for myself to think, space out, cut down on alcohol, and just plan my life slowly by slowly-day by day. I don't have anything else to worry about right? Except not being able to live these things.<br /><br />Recently, I've been a little negative with myself, I don't know why. Perhaps its my reaction to the moods of others, perhaps its my daily routine, perhaps its ROUTINE in general. And I figured, it should be changed asap. <br />Routines are bad, especially for people like me, once you linger in it long enough, you get trapped in these lazy clouds, then you get lost and confused. Enough of that, I can't stand being tangled. I need to detach myself from all the negative auras around me.<br /><br />So fug all that, I'm tired and done with all these stupid routines. I need to think of what I want to do and what i'm willing to do about my future. Just checked potential career stuff I'm into, I will definitely give them a shot! :D<br /><br />Other than career goals that are in the process of being set. I need to find ways to feel more at home or more at ease in this home of mine. My rooms under reno right now, the tukangs came in the morning and woke me up with all the hacking. So that's good, my own time to decorate and furnish my new room! Yay, so excited just thinking about it. <br /><br />THINGS I MUST DO IN JAKARTA:<br /><br />-cook like a chef (must try!)<br />-visit the museum<br />-throw a cook-out at Mur's place or mine<br />-eat in menteng area more often (there's still nasi uduk, soto, and etc to try)<br />-try out seribu rasa<br />-ride a bike, get a bike (not the fixified ones, the old-school ones secured with baskets)<br />-Start reading a good book again<br />-get into my dvd moments again, just absorb and enjoy the heavy-dialogued films<br />-make travelling plans (research baby!)<br />-start furniture hunting for new room! :p<br />-open up more<br /><br />Ok goodnight, it's getting late. Another must do is GET SOME REST! <br />cheerio :DAccidental yet Minor Oucheshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01149765326241013172noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9752641.post-78448112876729243012010-12-28T21:00:00.000-08:002011-01-23T09:52:18.731-08:00Resolutions to considerSo, a lot of people complained about 2010 being a bad ROAR. But for me, although there were negative incidents, it really got me somewhere in life. Taught me a lot about new people I met, friends, and it kind of widened me up mentally. And I have to say, I actually enjoyed all the trouble because I like the feeling of overcoming shitty obstacles.<br /><br />WHAT 2010 DID FOR ME?<br /><br />-At times it failed me, at times it didn't. <br />-At times I cried like a bitch, but other times I laughed like one.<br />-I cooked a lot and managed a pretty awesome concoction with the use of tomato paste. <br />-I discovered the best spaghetti bolognese ever at Toscano resto in Kemang.<br />-A long term relationship ended and I lost probably the closest friend in my life but hopefully when time heals and mindsets change, we'll be making jokes at a nearby mamak again in future. <br />-The Legends Bar opened, which was a reason to chill out and converse. So there was a hell lot of bar talk this year. And those Kilkennys really got me thinking.<br />-I went Island hopping for the first time ever. <br />-I met up with my Dad<br />-Attended my sisters Graduation ceremony<br />-Went to Phuket and enjoyed riding the Honda Scoopy<br />-I made a XMAS card for Murti<br />-I managed to let new people into my life<br />-Christmas was great!<br /><br />Thats all I can think of for now.<br /><br />However, the New Year has approached and it's time to bring forth all those undone resolutions over the years and just see what's doable enough.<br /><br />But whatever it is, here's my list, my resolution, my goal to accomplish and scratch out, my benefit, my life to live. <br /><br />1. I haven't SKYTREXED yet. Have to!<br /><br />2. Meditate more frequently<br /><br />3. Cut down on alcohol<br /><br />4. Get into bikram yoga/yoga in general<br /><br />5. Cook more, spend time in the kitchen<br /><br />6. Earn more money<br /><br />7. Shed 3 kgs.<br /><br />8. Travel, finish of what's left of Southeast Asia at least<br /><br />9. Improve plans, get organized!<br /><br />10. Learn how to make decisions wisely<br /><br />11. Control my temper<br /><br />12. Take that big leap of faith<br /><br />13. Make mama happy :)<br /><br />14. Perhaps go for SUBUD (if im back in indo) and get "opened" :)<br /><br />15. Be a happier person, don't take everything so seriously sometimes<br /><br />16. Pick up a new hobby-arts n craft?<br /><br />17. Exercise more! :D<br /><br />18. Learn to not be so FRIGID and express my feelings more openly<br /><br />19. Bungee Jumping!<br /><br />20. Get those rabbit toys (for the sake of believing its the rabbit year)<br /><br />Yeah that's about it :p<br /><br />I don't know if I'll be adding more stuff. haha.Accidental yet Minor Oucheshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01149765326241013172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9752641.post-72543952006147382762010-12-15T09:12:00.000-08:002010-12-15T09:38:49.000-08:00Post-mamak updatesSo...<br />I've decided to update this blog of mine. No matter how inactive, out of hope, and clogged my mind is, the inspiration somehow is stirring somewhere between the goo. Perhaps it's the chicken tikka and cranberry juice I had at Legends Bar, or perhaps it was the mamak session with elya and kelly. <br />We were conversing about our parents and their methods or should I say ways. Kelly told me she got smacked and slapped. Elya said he got belted. I said my father did the heavy encyclopedia book tactic where every hour he would add a book on both hands, that was because my sisters and I decided to venture into a little climbing adventure on the balcony. Then I remembered the mosquito bat incident, how he used it as a tool to shock us to our senses. haha. He would shock our toes, and trust me it's quick but hell yeah it shocks! That was a lesson for climbing the balcony for the 2nd time and of course being a rascal.<br />But it's amazing that as time goes by, those tools slowly vanish into the background of a couch or run out of battery-then you're completely in control like an adult and no longer suffer as a kid. The process of growing up is to get whacked, learn, be rebellious, and get whacked for it till you finally get it. Somehow, we're like naughty pets I feel but that doesn't mean the naughtiness has worn off :)<br />I actually enjoyed that mamak discussion, which naturally led me to think of Jakarta. The land-the city-the home which raised me, taught me, fed me. How could I not want to return? But then I thought, damn KL and their mamaks, how could I ever leave after-midnight delights such as canai, chapati, hot drinks, and such? Could I leave friendships that i've moulded over the past 6 years for a place i grew up in? Then I realized, KL has become my home, I've created a lifestyle and routine for myself here. To break it, hmm..now I'm thinking twice. I'm torn in between two cities, so it's seriously a war between nasi padang, road side bakso's and sate padang versus nasi lemak, chinese kopitiams, and banana leaf. hmm...well its not really about food but umm..yeah you get my drift.<br />If I could find a decent job here in KL, i told myself i'll stay. And If i could find an even better one in Jakarta, I told myself I'd start my life there all over again. <br />I'm off to bed now. It's a little late, but hey I'm still unemployed :) And all that Christmas Shopping for family, friends, and relatives-they have gotsta happen soon.<br />tata.Accidental yet Minor Oucheshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01149765326241013172noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9752641.post-91591892516891823362010-12-03T02:18:00.000-08:002010-12-03T03:05:22.739-08:00Pinch me already.When you're a full-time bum, there's no excuse to be a bum right? Like really? When you're a bum, expectations from friends and family tend to increase tremendously.<br />There you go, sitting around (like a bum, may i repeat) on your couch watching some chick flick you have pretzel snacks to because chick flicks are the only movies you can watch alone and enjoy. I mean, i still have Shutter Island on my dvd rack, but i doubt i wanna depress myself alone with it. I need some buds to watch it with.<br />Anyways moving on.... then of course, someone calls. It's a friend you're not so close to. The next thing you know you're out the door, leaving the simple comforts of home and out to the pub with a cold glass of beer in ur hand. Yeah it's good sometimes to be out, but what if you've been out every damn day? No offense ppl, but the batteries need to charge emselves.<br />People say I'm a hyperactive HYPER BUNNY (no, not that way) but when it comes to being around people. Apparently, I break a lot of jokes, laugh at em hysterically, I'm noisy, I'm loud, I'm bitchy, I'm up for anything. Yeah well to be honest, it gets tiring being that way, sometimes it's a genuine thing i pull. But sometimes, it's just to break the frozen ice others are too lazy to break. Sometimes it's to heat up the circle and get rid of the awkwardness coming from all angles. Sigh. <br />It's true. <br />It's only been a bloody week since unemployment. Of course, I appreciate life more. As in I get to sleep, wake-up, walk out, eat, shower-anytime i want. But at the end of the day, you'll find a book to read, a magazine to work your brains and imaginations on, and your couch to save that tired ass of yours.<br /><br />Moving on...lets talk about friends. Recently, I've come to a solid realization about certain friends I have here. Some have issues. Maybe I have issues myself, but I know what crosses my line. <br /><br />1. Lets just say I call em out to have a drink at Legends Bar. They ask me who's there? I'm like people you don't know. Then they say WHO? I swear, please I would like to melt their brains. Or another scenario is they possibly know some peeps there, but they ask who else (even after you've already mentioned everyone). Holy moly this really rocks my angry pot.<br /><br />2. Bel where are you, i wanna play pool? a friend questions me. I say in return, yeah i'll be playing at 10pm sharp at wine@nine. Then his reply "let me know if u wana play pool or not." I'm like wat the bullocks man, didn't I just clearly text you the time and venue of where I will be. Holy shit, certain people just don't read their messages properly. Please do next time, thank you. <br /><br />3.Then there are the friends who take you for granted. The ones that usually decline your offer when it comes to outings, but you find them someplace else with their other batch of friends. In the first place, fuck your brains more and please be honest and say something like "sorry man, i can't make it tonight, gota hang with other peeps yo". Something light and frothy like that why dont you. it's utter bullshit to be that way.<br /><br />4. The latecomers. You're suppose to meet em at a bar, you have already texted em the day before or even earlier during the day to remind, warn em of the exact time and venue you'll be present at. They say OK! like they're looking forward to the world. You think, this persons not gona be too late is she/he. Well, you go to the bar and you get yourself a beer, time has passed, you keep blackberrying to avoid looking too lonely or stupid waiting or you try to distract yourself with the newcastle match vs i duno who (something u dont give a hoot about) and that friend of yours is STILL NOT THERE!This friend is seriously quite ridiculous. You know it then and there. And you know it even more when people by the bar (that u aint close to) tell you that same friend of yours is always late. Because its happened countless amount of times.<br /><br />5. The in-denial idiots. Okay everyone (including myself)can be in-denial sometimes. But not to the extent of blaming people right after you've committed some serious-obvious type of mistake. For example, you come late. You DO say the sorry word. But there's always a condescending after sentence like "yeah but you know, you've done that to me a thousand times". So wtf does that mean? you're sorry you're late, but because I've been late before, you have the right to commit the exact same mistake? huh? Plus I was late because my family was in town and informed you that there's a chance of me being late. Now, that is not even a fuckin excuse, that's when duty calls. My mama is more important than you, so I have to eat dinner with her and watch her finish that stout before i proceed to you. I'm lost for words right now. <br /><br />I think i'm tired wriing about this, i'm just going to publish it. And now, if you will excuse me, im not tired right now. I'm looking forward to dinner. <br /><br />Cheers.Accidental yet Minor Oucheshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01149765326241013172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9752641.post-27520605755706441072010-08-11T10:25:00.000-07:002010-08-11T10:45:21.288-07:00homesick!I've been writing in my journal a looot-a looot. <br />It serves as the best venting portal ever. But you know sometimes since i have a super inactive blog, might as well fill it with whats-been-happening stuff.<br /><br />Well i've been pounding my head on articles. Me no likey. Pounding it further on my journal. Just releasing all this negative flow of energy within, not good to keep it all in yknow. <br /><br />So tonight i'm at home, yes thank you very much. I'm at home, bought HOT mag and Harpers Bazaar to just circulate my thoughts. Hot mags just for laughter. And fuck it's still gossip girl homies on the cover, still! I guess that's what sells huh. I'm not fond of GG. Managed the first season, then cheated on it with CALIFORNICATIOn mudderfarter. Awesome! Gotta love the fucked-up n articulate HANK MOODY! I know i do. :) Sexay.<br /><br />Ok and the rest of the time i've just been at work or having a beer. Laid of the beer tho these past few days, preparing for my climb up KK. DOn't know if I should be afraid of the weather, looks real shit to me but oh well just climb the damn mountain, enjoy the scenic view, and yknow experience something diffy for a change. <br /><br />I dont know why im so chirpy today. I think i'm gonna get a load of shit tomorrow, i'm so prepared for ups and downs these days it aint funny no more. <br />But I'm glad mur FINALLY FINALLY got a berry so I can bug the shit out of her whenever I want, whenever I can. :D Or when I see something interesting, at least i can just bbm her. Usually I text her and the package she subscribed to in the states is shitty, it can't go international. stupidos. <br />But anyways she's got a BB now! And and, I decided to check my post box today, got an electricity bill of woaaahhh (didnt even use that much broh) and a surprise handmade crafted card from MURTI. weee! I was so happy to see the bunny and triangles. Thanks mur, now i love triangles, were they stamped by the way? Looked really abstract and pastel, the way I like shadings and colors of life to be. Awesome fly. Effin tits! haha. <br /><br />I can't wait to go back home. I've been dreaming, thinking, and smelling nasi padang! bakso! nasgor from the tukang outside ma house! dapur sunda! waduhhhh.....laper nih. aiyayay..and also the bakmi siantar. hehe. yummy juga. I just miss home. period. miss home. HOMESICK nih. Will try to return this Sept for deytas parteh. If work wasn't piling up like a pile of shitballs then i guess i would poof off in a sec. But noo! I'm gona go home soon and it's gonna be retarded! Just the way we homies roll baby! :p<br /><br />And yes i have work tomorrow. I am off to tuck under my poofed up comforter and of course my ibu jane sheets. weeeee :) happy me. <br />tata. <br />nitey nite.Accidental yet Minor Oucheshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01149765326241013172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9752641.post-24001155202108919812010-07-22T01:56:00.000-07:002010-07-22T02:25:20.807-07:00Hustle the boogs.I've been talking about work a lot these past few days. Over breakfast, lunch, dinner, supper, to myself, in my dreams. Enough is enough man. I need to stop whining, I waste a few hours on that with mates. <br /><br />to effs man, the load is growing on me like a fat booger.<br />I can take it, i know. It's whether it's worth the burden.<br />Oh well, such is life. <br /><br />Everyday, as i wake up I can't help but think of our "highschool reunion" time in Bali. It was awesome staying in Jasons villa, it was awesome hanging with the girls, it was awesome eating in commercialized Jimbaran ( crab was off the charts too), it was awesome hulahoopin by the beach, twas awesome partying till the crackbutt of dawn, it was awesome walking around, talking about private issues, dealing with it, catching up with the girls, aih it was just plain awesome. sigh. Think i left my brain there, no wonder i can't function properly these days. <br /><br />I think i'm going to indulge in a pool session. It's been a while since i've fully enjoyed myself, might as well chill out to pool. Then get goin with my article.<br />I'm on leave tomorrow anyways. Yeah, on a Friday too :) Had that Bangkok trip goin but things aren't cookin well so therefore i'm not going. I'm going to use this time to plan my day, pre-organize my iDrop 4 debacle overview, and of course fix my bloody toshiba lappy. Hope i can squeeze all that in. oh man. stressfooooo. <br /><br />I know what i want later. A Haagen Dazs Apricot & Cream icecream on a cone. Or on a cup?<br />hmmm....tricky treat i tell ya.<br /><br />And i just want to space out, relax me back muscles, and yeah simply chill out. <br /><br /><br />laters poops.Accidental yet Minor Oucheshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01149765326241013172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9752641.post-74742225472124208602010-06-23T01:21:00.001-07:002010-06-23T01:56:21.489-07:00pretty, but painfulMigraine with aura. Something I have to learn to live with for the rest of my life. <br />They say 15-20% of migraineurs get it. And i'm one of the few. If only migraine with auras were a good thing, then i'd feel special for making that cut. Believe me, i deserve a cert or at least an award after all the pain and suffering i've been through.<br /><br />But it's a gruesome feeling. It ties you down and fills you with doubts. It's highly depressing when you find that your vision blurs in the middle of a meeting. It's highly depressing when you're clubbing with your girlfriends and you see a sudden burst of zigzaggy lines coming at ya. Starting from the central field of your eyes, dancing off to the sides. The aura hangs out with you for about 20-40 mins. I've had it longer, twice a day, which is not a good sight. And I have gotten alotta people angry for ditching them due to these frequent aura assholes i meet. I mean yeah it might be fuckin nice to see these lines fluctuating from one end to another but trust me its a painful experience. I wouldn't recommend it to anyone. <br /><br />The trigger ho's<br /><br />1. cigs<br />2. food with tyramine (chocolate, cheese and all the wonderful preserved goods)<br />3. alcohol<br />4. stress and anxiety (must seek therapy)<br />5. flashing lights<br />6. Loud noises (refrain from Rock n roll, heavy metal, etc at this hour)<br /><br />Medication?<br />I take Imigran FDT 50mg whenever the pretty aura strikes. Must gulp instantly to prevent bad migraine from storming in.<br /><br />What to do?<br />Consult a doctor. He's got the drugs. <br />No matter what, this migraine aura thing has no cure. It can only be suppressed. So you gota deal with it.<br /><br />Well if you want to seriously get to the root of the problem.<br />Keep a migraine diary to track down your migraine pattern history.<br />For peeps with the same aura shit as me, make sure to record:<br />What time aura starts?<br />What time aura ends?<br />Measure the length of time once its done.<br />Medication taken?<br />Level of pain on a scale of 1------10<br />Food consumed<br />Activies done<br /><br />It's a little tiring to write all that down when you're in a state of trance, but its best to just jot the important stuff down. <br />But sometimes it just pays you a fuckin unexpected visit, even when you're feeling healthy and in the zone. It will come to ruin your day either way. So I guess just try to avoid over exhausting your bod for more than 2 consecutive days in a row. You're sure to get it. Yeah i know laying off all the fun seems pretty shit but it'll definitely decrease the migraine visits.<br /><br />NOTE: BRING MEDICATION ALONG WITH YOU AT ALL TIMES.Accidental yet Minor Oucheshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01149765326241013172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9752641.post-13761260105641215912010-06-02T00:32:00.001-07:002010-06-02T01:02:44.403-07:00It's Wednesday. It's a boring day.I Keep listening to Black & Blue by Miike Snow and Hey baby by Stephen Marley ft Mosdef. Lovely songs, pretty inspirational.<br /><br />So I'm at work. I should be working, but i'm more or less done with the ho stack of articles and reviews. Just one more for Nightlife to seal it all.<br /><br />I hate the word BORED. But I am feeling it and I've been clicking here and there to pass my time. Checked out National Geo and every goddamn thing is about the oil spill, yeah it's a pretty big deal actually. But it's gonna get old eventually in a few days or so. <br /><br />Today, I literally saw a car on fire. I thought it was gona fuckin explode ala Hollywood blockbuster style. I watch too many movies I think, always over predicting, over expecting. But nah it didn't, apparently the owner drove it off anyway. Like what are you thinking man, driving it off without the thought of it exploding with you in it? Salute all the effing way yo! It would've been cool to ram straight into the ocean with it like in the movies.Claim insurance, it's definitely a technical fault. People were blaming the sun for it. possible? <br /><br />I've been thinking a lot about life, flipping through the magazine i work for and checking out our latest NEW RIDES. Saw the Ducati Hypermotard 796. Gorgeous bugger really. I want one. haha. But i guess those dreams are far OFF for me. But i wanna get a bike to ride, i was pretty attached to the Honda bike i rode in Phuket, maybe i'll get it since its pretty affordable and i'll just use it to beat traffic. Yeah why not huh, racing against the city air sure sounds like polluted fun. Will get back to you on that tho, all these quickie holiday getaways aren't gonna get me near any bike really. Might rent a scooter in Bali tho, relive the highschool days :)<br /><br /><br />And just to melt the moolah dreams outta y'all, here's a pic of the speedy beast itself. So handsome. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga9YdBHcVY-A9_XuUjY_mJtcJn3USjBhhvXfXmkbesrpjsh6W6R62SoE1MxQjUuqq1Nno7OVE5KpoN3xlQRnXS0djm4Q1dnSdHHF03n8tr85x1JTaAAYPzsfk0SI7U2TDW50id/s1600/ducati-hypermotard-796.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga9YdBHcVY-A9_XuUjY_mJtcJn3USjBhhvXfXmkbesrpjsh6W6R62SoE1MxQjUuqq1Nno7OVE5KpoN3xlQRnXS0djm4Q1dnSdHHF03n8tr85x1JTaAAYPzsfk0SI7U2TDW50id/s400/ducati-hypermotard-796.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478083093731646418" /></a><br /><br />Wish i could rock it. <br />Oh well just have to be patient I guess. <br /><br />Krystabel......OUT! Watch Californication, haha i like how Ms. Collini does it. Collini....OUT!Accidental yet Minor Oucheshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01149765326241013172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9752641.post-67655701789944844752010-05-18T17:17:00.000-07:002010-05-18T17:17:00.800-07:00Heart Phuket<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyiVmLdmoidGOITGR-dCyveaCogl7xS2zrqJ3xCV3NGl8dptR8Mra_jgo9lYgzgZuq4DAW879qO8z3hUumgMdAYACUxTcrt-_ejKUZJC1XNXhuSXhjfgorsv9nwN8RHdv_EvZ9/s1600/DSC02275.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyiVmLdmoidGOITGR-dCyveaCogl7xS2zrqJ3xCV3NGl8dptR8Mra_jgo9lYgzgZuq4DAW879qO8z3hUumgMdAYACUxTcrt-_ejKUZJC1XNXhuSXhjfgorsv9nwN8RHdv_EvZ9/s400/DSC02275.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472536678606797426" /></a><br /><br /><br />It was only last year when the crab & I realized we were in desperate need of a sunny, sandy, and tropical getaway. We booked the tix late last year and spent a few months down the road complaining about sucky kl city and how we just can't wait to get the hell out. Well we did.<br /><br />Finally, we left for Phuket. <br />It was my first time there with misses crab.<br />And we loved it.<br /><br />We stayed in Karon beach in a lovely hotel we didn't spend time in. But the beach was within our reach. Karon is literally the opposite of Bali, its very hush hush kinda quiet. At times you hear the waves colliding and churning, but besides that its just the breeze yapping at ya. And since its so quiet, you feel you can hear the clouds and the sun talking to you. Yknow that feeling? Or maybe im just an idiot. <br /><br />The beaches, quiet. tranquil. super relaxing.<br />The local food, magnificent.<br />The islanders, friendly, humble, and generous with servings.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqlzFzUSfl3y-ZNt9dtiTuoyo07JJK2xw7HomD0hathHGq7eiFduK98MIwg9YW43HLo3ois0IZS41DAMAPpSyOuxgvW7N59zna2EcjGiz4aSQN8sdA1BdlnGeeyQ3Xhqb7khXC/s1600/28118_388012445950_689270950_4524311_1834049_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqlzFzUSfl3y-ZNt9dtiTuoyo07JJK2xw7HomD0hathHGq7eiFduK98MIwg9YW43HLo3ois0IZS41DAMAPpSyOuxgvW7N59zna2EcjGiz4aSQN8sdA1BdlnGeeyQ3Xhqb7khXC/s400/28118_388012445950_689270950_4524311_1834049_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470228116445933666" /></a><br />Allow me to introduce our first friend PINKO the CRABBO.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTwDQanBc4Kql1c0SBZAwQ5YorXKgE7hUg9o32SjXmabrgUX9YctUl-Ii-HY35KIRuHUgBEHG53WdNxZxhnyxdSZKSciEgyqhJDSfuIdVhuPhYiI8OaTzZrkqlcEIW2HWoSWAr/s1600/28118_388012465950_689270950_4524315_3664559_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTwDQanBc4Kql1c0SBZAwQ5YorXKgE7hUg9o32SjXmabrgUX9YctUl-Ii-HY35KIRuHUgBEHG53WdNxZxhnyxdSZKSciEgyqhJDSfuIdVhuPhYiI8OaTzZrkqlcEIW2HWoSWAr/s400/28118_388012465950_689270950_4524315_3664559_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470228495375084066" /></a><br />self-timer shot<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYxIHdo6_V6Sl30UHHchD9ujM1htWzehABIIH9hLfPBb5ygjwx7sNlNTpqtQyRFyma7HmMFiBHG_aqn8S4rLdpSfViC6fCsr3_PL7rdYTRPXJLkE03xaKQkVl-fDC1rK5zFTrk/s1600/28118_388012530950_689270950_4524326_3124021_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYxIHdo6_V6Sl30UHHchD9ujM1htWzehABIIH9hLfPBb5ygjwx7sNlNTpqtQyRFyma7HmMFiBHG_aqn8S4rLdpSfViC6fCsr3_PL7rdYTRPXJLkE03xaKQkVl-fDC1rK5zFTrk/s400/28118_388012530950_689270950_4524326_3124021_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470228892976364482" /></a><br />Mr.sexay getting a beach bath. It was funny how he was fighting against the waves when it sucked him in a little. I wouldve saved him anyway if it were to happen. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW1K04LpL0cPDRzhBEEzyb0xSw89oU4SxGnVJu1-jeFse8L4hyVcDEho28dZv1WHnvaYQrasD4PAOp2trmHreeMOcqvvRQALS8XwymsoTGBHpZyxZhuxVrwqH2AV8CTKds4uvW/s1600/28118_388012475950_689270950_4524317_2077715_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW1K04LpL0cPDRzhBEEzyb0xSw89oU4SxGnVJu1-jeFse8L4hyVcDEho28dZv1WHnvaYQrasD4PAOp2trmHreeMOcqvvRQALS8XwymsoTGBHpZyxZhuxVrwqH2AV8CTKds4uvW/s400/28118_388012475950_689270950_4524317_2077715_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470229911852724514" /></a><br />Love this pic of miss kellycrabby.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUw4jHpgAOandAPjH2vr3mBcGhO1ZWGYXClezfxs1euhyphenhyphen0Rd1_VSqzNWogCNNcywXUx8_o8SPQ29IQGRS5sY8DXH0RxM-83bshGrLY9RHvTAOvth8xYe27S6AX7OjdQKZgs_C_/s1600/28118_388012580950_689270950_4524336_8240958_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUw4jHpgAOandAPjH2vr3mBcGhO1ZWGYXClezfxs1euhyphenhyphen0Rd1_VSqzNWogCNNcywXUx8_o8SPQ29IQGRS5sY8DXH0RxM-83bshGrLY9RHvTAOvth8xYe27S6AX7OjdQKZgs_C_/s400/28118_388012580950_689270950_4524336_8240958_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472535601107442690" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBWvw6bV1sHCF3FbZScxxw2Bc4WobNQ7cy1HoaODi0UvBF3oNNggfioRhYk7u1mSfodATh9sp4WvfyXqb8YPHJuty8O_VoBIAVsZObTE28UjOxKwAmfQkGMTVBbvo_7lskyf3z/s1600/DSC02247.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBWvw6bV1sHCF3FbZScxxw2Bc4WobNQ7cy1HoaODi0UvBF3oNNggfioRhYk7u1mSfodATh9sp4WvfyXqb8YPHJuty8O_VoBIAVsZObTE28UjOxKwAmfQkGMTVBbvo_7lskyf3z/s400/DSC02247.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470230645910088754" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBWvw6bV1sHCF3FbZScxxw2Bc4WobNQ7cy1HoaODi0UvBF3oNNggfioRhYk7u1mSfodATh9sp4WvfyXqb8YPHJuty8O_VoBIAVsZObTE28UjOxKwAmfQkGMTVBbvo_7lskyf3z/s1600/DSC02247.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBWvw6bV1sHCF3FbZScxxw2Bc4WobNQ7cy1HoaODi0UvBF3oNNggfioRhYk7u1mSfodATh9sp4WvfyXqb8YPHJuty8O_VoBIAVsZObTE28UjOxKwAmfQkGMTVBbvo_7lskyf3z/s400/DSC02247.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470230645910088754" /></a><br /><br />thats all. There are more pics but its gona take me ages to upload so heres just a few.Accidental yet Minor Oucheshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01149765326241013172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9752641.post-76161677584355668472010-05-09T11:56:00.000-07:002010-05-09T11:56:00.396-07:00just a trespasserI finished work early today. Went straight to the gym for cardio and the usual 15 reps of each bloody machine. Then took a quick shower and darted off to BSC, was disappointed that I didn't get to try THE PRESSROOM. Yeah, every freakin blogs givin rave reviews on it. So i guess sooner or later, it'll be my turn to. So me, cousin, and crab ended up in Chili's. I was planning on a salad in pressroom, but whaddaya know...i whacked an entire tray of Mushroom jack fajitas (beef). It was wicked for my tummy and it was enough for the night. Usually i have supper cravings. But now as i'm writing this, the thought of food hasnt popped up just yet.<br /><br />Its 3am in the effing morning. I just had a teh tarik and now im buzzed awake. Sometimes i wonder why its always around this time i manage sleep. I would like to sleep at 1am atleast. But it never EVER happens. That's the problem about being single, no one to report to, no one to stop you or hold you back, no one to take care of you. So you'd rather go out I guess. But freedom's good for now...i ain't complaining much.<br /><br />I looked at my studio and man if the owner wasn't such a stingebomb and a worry wart, then maybe I wouldve attempted to designsponge the shit out of it. I already feel like buyin the place from her so i can pimp it up permanently. But then again, i dont think i would want to cramp up in a studio for the next few years, i'd go for a 3 bedroom apartment. <br /><br />Now i'm just checkin up FB. All my old contacts that i've forgotten from A-Z. Just trespassing through old-school friends, best friends, bitches, assholes, and acquaintances checking out whether they've changed, lost weight, gained weight, and who's mingling with who. I guess im being a nosey bee, but when you're bored in the AM...i guess FB can save ya. <br /><br />I think it's time for me to doze.<br /><br />Tomoro, send crab to KLIA. Hit the GYM. Stock up on the essentials. Buy a cabinet? and just be happy monkey for the day before the Heineken green space partay. <br /><br />toods.Accidental yet Minor Oucheshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01149765326241013172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9752641.post-62741110744757154172010-04-19T23:28:00.000-07:002010-04-20T00:12:34.090-07:00The Boxes you keepIt's great to be alone sometimes. Perhaps the word "lonely" is not so lonesome after all, it's accompanied by a whole string of activities, plans, and realizations. Depends on how you want to look at it.<br /><br />I've been shoving boxes in and out of my place for a few weeks already, never has it been such a pain to do it all alone. And no one can help you with it because it's your own goddamn stuff and only you know where all the miscellaneous goes.<br /><br />The best part is unpacking them all. I found myself digging back into funny moments from the "ghetto soulz" days, our basketball tournies, Arty and me grooving to our spice girls routine for the talent show to the other times when we were all together chilling out, feeling, and learning new things as teenagers. Many flashbacks from the past just attacked me, like the first time I tried alcohol, my first drive, my first time, my first crush, and the first time hitting the clubs. My first everything. And I don't regret a moment of it. And thank god i'm still young enough to remember.Accidental yet Minor Oucheshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01149765326241013172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9752641.post-63480147000712414102010-03-28T22:58:00.000-07:002010-04-01T21:24:10.959-07:00I guess so, I just doIts been a while since i've written personally.<br /><br />But I guess the rain and construction drilling had my nerves itching to ink someplace. So here i am, typing the randoms away and getting away from the slow ass hands of time.<br /><br />Uninspired. The word I've been stuck to for a few months now. I wake up and i'm always ALWAYS tired, dreading the day, and just not looking forward to any major shits. Life wasn't suppose to be this gloomy. It was suppose to be funny.<br /><br />Until lastnight when I decided on SIDS for a pint of Kilkenny. Things started to change. It was fucking awesome just sitting there enjoying my kilk and talking to ms.crabby about life. About why we get so upset and emotionally psycho sometimes and why we provoke men in our relationships. Basically why we poke them till their angry guts blow to kingdom come. And then we sealed it with splendid laughter. mwahah. <br /><br />Then I thought, man this is a rare occasion and we must make a toast to the perfect weather, Edmund (the bday boy we dont know), the irish ale, the pub, the company, the seats, and how we're so lucky to be warming up those seats exchanging oddball opinions. <br /><br />Let's just say I'm glad to be here. Even if it gets gloomy sometimes.<br /><br />Ok, here's my weekend chopped up into tit bits.<br /><br /><em>Friday</em><br /><br /><strong>ZOUK'S 6th Anniversary-The Madhatters party (they call it)</strong><br /><br />I thought it was a disaster honestly. Last years theme of decorated balls, mushrooms, and characters were actually colorful and creative. This year, however they brought it down to Alice in Idunowhatland. It was a muddy puddy battle of tea cups and like one big skinny Mushroom which i thought looked familiar from last years gudang. From a picture view, it actually looked kinda pretty, but not when ur standing there with the mess. I felt cheated.<br />People were beyond dresscode rules, they dressed like psycho hatters with leather jackets(fa up with that yo)and combat boots? And one girl wore fishnet stockings on her face (thats quite gross)Girls were armed with feathers and weird animals fastened to their heads, it creeped me out a lil. Fashion victims to the end man.<br />And if they didn't have feathers or anything fancy on, they were too busy showing off their lower butt cheeks off their super short dresses. <br />The event was skanky, messy, uninspiring, packed, and was painful to be in. And it took me a while to find the MADHATTER himself cuz other ppl went all out on their outfits, so they all played a role at Zouk that night. <br />And the free flow was shit to, I was there on time but the drinks were busy flying off to the greedy punks. So that means we didn't get any.<br />Aiyayay...the word is cape deh. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhubZt8QVtiBpVtUsspX6HqeoTq8TyWh8GgxRZN8Jqec9qoOTqzAComZX9H2Aeor9FcFHhinAv7U-LkB-vExmWGbKLvzZj3VXRZadJVSNahDragpZuAJvmBENml6Pf_uOdv1Rvn/s1600/DSC02090.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhubZt8QVtiBpVtUsspX6HqeoTq8TyWh8GgxRZN8Jqec9qoOTqzAComZX9H2Aeor9FcFHhinAv7U-LkB-vExmWGbKLvzZj3VXRZadJVSNahDragpZuAJvmBENml6Pf_uOdv1Rvn/s400/DSC02090.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455362723031542770" /></a><br /><em>Saturday</em><br /><br /><strong>Cathys 25th Birthday Bash-Planter's Haven</strong><br /><br />Planter's Haven is a gorgeous place. We booked the clubhouse all to ourselves and really NOBODY was there except for the guards. We had a bbq frenzy of all meat types, from seafood to drips of pork, beef, lamb, chicken wings, sausages, potatoes, and salad. The process of it was really messy, disorganized, and everyone was just budging in saying this one needs a brush of butter, salt, peps, etc. Others were like No, we need it plain. But despite the chaos, the food tasted awesome. And I can safely say, we've earned the licence to grill. We tried copying Mr.Rainford. haha..yeah but we said things like "Shove this baby to grill and you're ready for a party!" haha close enough.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFSCGX-YJTrA48QVBWwLKLMPdCpqCPNrq6O0VNJ9xQlw4gGQss2jDPBTcDtC91wsFou1zDdg-3a2DabEw0ODC0uIUk44oGsVqZbHVpjwLB_Cdu763DPBu0Dqn4xMHU0nhKZAjP/s1600/DSC02112.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFSCGX-YJTrA48QVBWwLKLMPdCpqCPNrq6O0VNJ9xQlw4gGQss2jDPBTcDtC91wsFou1zDdg-3a2DabEw0ODC0uIUk44oGsVqZbHVpjwLB_Cdu763DPBu0Dqn4xMHU0nhKZAjP/s400/DSC02112.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455364863013156930" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6x6DYL3t5IXNXgAmTKt6MMWOc8v6O9EqoSqepmYTrZzgpQasTuwqY82gQCe3-m_pUWsYIHN5-Qj6jaV7BzY3PUfcLq00wexPH8aL1D7T-9vZMoISelOgC9hjob0mChSA74VpH/s1600/DSC02107.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6x6DYL3t5IXNXgAmTKt6MMWOc8v6O9EqoSqepmYTrZzgpQasTuwqY82gQCe3-m_pUWsYIHN5-Qj6jaV7BzY3PUfcLq00wexPH8aL1D7T-9vZMoISelOgC9hjob0mChSA74VpH/s400/DSC02107.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455371500284330754" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidxQLrmmg39Hpsm_y6LHoRovGHMyjBK0mtNkxlGXBJfrvK5X1uB0q2t9wr6alXZA5oGgo36eXcFfA1EZuE0B1pmIIOHDJ9HiVgy0yoryW2by9MSzMhyrB6pjvPjnqGrhh5Zoil/s1600/DSC02109.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidxQLrmmg39Hpsm_y6LHoRovGHMyjBK0mtNkxlGXBJfrvK5X1uB0q2t9wr6alXZA5oGgo36eXcFfA1EZuE0B1pmIIOHDJ9HiVgy0yoryW2by9MSzMhyrB6pjvPjnqGrhh5Zoil/s400/DSC02109.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455373558102364850" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXf3-dUVyAOm0bk71rkU4gQmMPBvsWd1zPihX5e5zI5lR5k1dmt46DORHgHA1uDIhv8VVWd10elejvBHgOYceBByYSQjnm0ta2hW2U7u28VnskRefV9TlFHg_jwzHqq7eZJzcK/s1600/DSC02114.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXf3-dUVyAOm0bk71rkU4gQmMPBvsWd1zPihX5e5zI5lR5k1dmt46DORHgHA1uDIhv8VVWd10elejvBHgOYceBByYSQjnm0ta2hW2U7u28VnskRefV9TlFHg_jwzHqq7eZJzcK/s400/DSC02114.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455374862717029906" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinv6HC20dzG2ZDWGBWYratUNh5Hc3XABkxj57WSltEXsZwvTuGN7cQz2tU8t_iSTMmwy9XNfSRWyOMsJAbHoqQBrEKI7R2_7btHnhlSgv3Lz7xuRLFv5FRzdGp71zOA5y2-V4R/s1600/DSC02124.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinv6HC20dzG2ZDWGBWYratUNh5Hc3XABkxj57WSltEXsZwvTuGN7cQz2tU8t_iSTMmwy9XNfSRWyOMsJAbHoqQBrEKI7R2_7btHnhlSgv3Lz7xuRLFv5FRzdGp71zOA5y2-V4R/s400/DSC02124.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455380994002135282" /></a><br /><br />Extreme sports-grilling<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiadibNfUyX6yflOV7jP7V1JUu2rhGvBIrl2-XxNeWf7PZGct43SMT7OFnlhZlYYtxsdCtfs8dPIGPl1lAoSaz3-OznEVFDJQHj1obNLKfNf-884WYvudfonk8VVs40S2nR2gOX/s1600/DSC02126.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiadibNfUyX6yflOV7jP7V1JUu2rhGvBIrl2-XxNeWf7PZGct43SMT7OFnlhZlYYtxsdCtfs8dPIGPl1lAoSaz3-OznEVFDJQHj1obNLKfNf-884WYvudfonk8VVs40S2nR2gOX/s400/DSC02126.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455382083326252802" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQysWJxnDrZux3O1BBgq4ENopuCDSa5qoe1l1207pIeZB_ROLuJRnIqy0Fk5sqkAGkBLoHBMqJzTwLDydDWigLXKk3W5VGKHr0GNMF4ZL9AZF0y4s-O3XWuJGt8F42YT8aJN2g/s1600/DSC02145.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQysWJxnDrZux3O1BBgq4ENopuCDSa5qoe1l1207pIeZB_ROLuJRnIqy0Fk5sqkAGkBLoHBMqJzTwLDydDWigLXKk3W5VGKHr0GNMF4ZL9AZF0y4s-O3XWuJGt8F42YT8aJN2g/s400/DSC02145.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455387131234457602" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj49atdXJQgB3FkRt9aNO4ATtV9EOD41Cbd3V_f71_hnmIgDD7KpQkWAXjB3SxxR8pJ1iSRXqB1MBpXgifnJbShkkh0rLLTczuikHXIdVE_jqEje0-_GsblxpxwfG_C_cvGqIYV/s1600/DSC02140.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj49atdXJQgB3FkRt9aNO4ATtV9EOD41Cbd3V_f71_hnmIgDD7KpQkWAXjB3SxxR8pJ1iSRXqB1MBpXgifnJbShkkh0rLLTczuikHXIdVE_jqEje0-_GsblxpxwfG_C_cvGqIYV/s400/DSC02140.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455387693018065346" /></a><br /><br />And Finally, the end of Cathy's cake :)<br /><br />Sunday<br /><br />Was actually planning to install myself to some Sunday light Sinatra and other jazz tunes. But unfortunately, i had to go for Princess Adeline's 8th Birthday party. <br />It actually turned out to be fun! The birthday girl had three cakes, one barbie cake, a haagen daz ice cream cake, and a confused looking pikachu dino cake. haha...funny and corny. I quite like corny parties. Plus, the kids these days are pretty hardcore too, they're fierce, naughty as hell, and they've got balls THIS BIG. They dont even feel threatened by their parents and even cops. Like this boy was hitting all these kids with his penis shaped balloon and the clown was like "Stop it or else i'll call Police, you wouldnt want that" and the boy just went "So, I dont care, ask them to come" And the clown and I were looking down at this boy in disbelief. The boy didn't give a tight ass what we thought, he continued torturing the little ones anyway.<br />It got me thinking of my birthday party when i was a kid. My mother baked a brownie chocolate cake filled with m&m layers. haha classic, homebaked, and original too. I loved the damn cake. But oh well can't beat barbie can i? :p <br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibZsqb8xXZU8DX8LRS_KsV3O1w_saZ15X_RRqupwO0npjjo6F4vLNZmG2pYyg2UPJPgJzQk-IhtXUM6AoJr2XijiOdPbwLL5bYdko9VuL9E-WHBMDZTlLSzUOvEL2RgfQ0gU3r/s1600/DSC02169.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibZsqb8xXZU8DX8LRS_KsV3O1w_saZ15X_RRqupwO0npjjo6F4vLNZmG2pYyg2UPJPgJzQk-IhtXUM6AoJr2XijiOdPbwLL5bYdko9VuL9E-WHBMDZTlLSzUOvEL2RgfQ0gU3r/s400/DSC02169.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455390363209526066" /></a><br /><br />She's so adorable.<br /><br />After the party, I went to buy a good ass GERMAN kitchen knife. Forgot the brand name but I know its wicked as hell and it will enable me to chop vegetables faster than the speed of light. Okay not...but i'm glad i got the knife. its sexy as hell. <br /><br />Yeah thats about the end of ze weekend. <br />The weekend on its way should be a great one. Taking it to the beach. woot woot!Accidental yet Minor Oucheshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01149765326241013172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9752641.post-4629187581736864602010-02-02T19:12:00.000-08:002010-02-02T21:10:29.300-08:00Easter island :)I'm thinking of going somewhere next year.<br />Since I'm on a tight budge this year with the weddings, the trips, the shopping i promised myself to make, and all the food i've been eating.I doubt I want to squeeze the moolahs outta my piggy bank for this trip. I'm totally breaking bank this year. <br />2010 is quite a compressed year filled with activities, mostly for a wardrobe stock-up and tummy fillers. But yeah it's cool, i've learned to be patient. It doesnt feel right to leave just yet. And so I won't. <br /><br />I've tossed and turned, slept and dreamt, googled and fantasized, and then finally oh finally I came to conclude my ultimate holiday destination. Before I decided on where to go, my goal was to complete Southeast Asia, head to Europe, visit friends in the states, but then I thought I will eventually do so anyway, so wtf is the rush kan? Just go easy, put a dot on the map already. <br />The dot on the map belongs to "Isla de Pascua" also known as Easter Island. I'm sure many have heard about its mysterious nature, but not yet been. It's a special territory of Chile and is infamous for its oddball statues. I checked out the images and honestly, it looks like you're in a Mario game set with all those big ass villain heads. I guess I want to go someplace random and unique? It's not about being different, it's about being there. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_x3XsfFnQJx6C0yV88KGUEZebZmqKKcKRUGvRc-GD7B2OrWwKf1I_DFWjmPGFxSIafD_Qs6iZFHJTJlmKPiF3SJ393aexm1kzvr3xyK58kpOdguj9xl33NPnAq_u7PGdPGZPj/s1600-h/450px-Moai_Rano_raraku.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_x3XsfFnQJx6C0yV88KGUEZebZmqKKcKRUGvRc-GD7B2OrWwKf1I_DFWjmPGFxSIafD_Qs6iZFHJTJlmKPiF3SJ393aexm1kzvr3xyK58kpOdguj9xl33NPnAq_u7PGdPGZPj/s400/450px-Moai_Rano_raraku.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433864420276817122" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX_anHbe63wcpMrv4U015SOvyAjd8jEx7UVewb1GZbrbMX9Xh9U08Ui-4JFr8FhfTC84Rz-1vkrOHRIuDF1VEFMqcXb1xFg2L45-qQv9muaX4qNSHSG0BLe7C9Dol5pGzaKfdk/s1600-h/4354Easter-island-moai.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX_anHbe63wcpMrv4U015SOvyAjd8jEx7UVewb1GZbrbMX9Xh9U08Ui-4JFr8FhfTC84Rz-1vkrOHRIuDF1VEFMqcXb1xFg2L45-qQv9muaX4qNSHSG0BLe7C9Dol5pGzaKfdk/s400/4354Easter-island-moai.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433869267792054002" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix6s5qrUE1YQVHYEnjQZ_KR55QuOvCwBod1aObWc6HQSsJ1JGVO3A5pAJZuhatHOnSnQQvnkOMlMEM5lH34igZcfEpJN5hm0GWZMUO8H5vqOcVMV2xNP_K99wBhfyXZJhfY1GF/s1600-h/easter-island-moi.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix6s5qrUE1YQVHYEnjQZ_KR55QuOvCwBod1aObWc6HQSsJ1JGVO3A5pAJZuhatHOnSnQQvnkOMlMEM5lH34igZcfEpJN5hm0GWZMUO8H5vqOcVMV2xNP_K99wBhfyXZJhfY1GF/s400/easter-island-moi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433869495944546242" /></a><br /><br />It looks like a sensational place to be. Like I just wanna picnic there and sip on my lemonade and enjoy the view. Like just friggin chill the hell out with a friend and the rest of the man made homies around. There's this online astrologer I assign my mind to for accurate readings, predictions, etc blah. So they listed several vaca spots for me to explore and do a little bit of soul searching in. Some I've been a few years back and some were too bloody dangerous to go to. Then I saw South America, then it led me to pulau Easter. :) Mainly, it's Easter Island, and on the light side I would like to check out the countries around Chile, like Bolivia, Peru, Argentina, etc..the countries that are always featured in Miss Universe pageants. I have to check it out! Ah was just checkin out the flight details, fuck its not cheap! <br />And here's a googled pic of Chile. Shit, so pretty.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaCMzYzbo7J1osHk4GFHPtMrdAmYuIF_42Sz90J4w5C-EzfK5EICt9WD5qv2VIV75jhc54fMvBtrSqif3Acg4NG8CsZX53wTRlgt23ra9qLR6PgxwM6FXVdqcXk3rrXB3nanHl/s1600-h/chile.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaCMzYzbo7J1osHk4GFHPtMrdAmYuIF_42Sz90J4w5C-EzfK5EICt9WD5qv2VIV75jhc54fMvBtrSqif3Acg4NG8CsZX53wTRlgt23ra9qLR6PgxwM6FXVdqcXk3rrXB3nanHl/s400/chile.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433877398858893794" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtXmRdfSLSw1uoXswOfNHl73Oa9rz512pDmOGZXxBGIp8g9VJr85_6jJa72jojZFO7pW2cDDDrkgrjrChv9IfNzGoxkR3UFpbqYE9y6J3WSbxk2tXTRwkLtTZrOxS06G6r-on7/s1600-h/chile_torres_del_paine_l.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 322px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtXmRdfSLSw1uoXswOfNHl73Oa9rz512pDmOGZXxBGIp8g9VJr85_6jJa72jojZFO7pW2cDDDrkgrjrChv9IfNzGoxkR3UFpbqYE9y6J3WSbxk2tXTRwkLtTZrOxS06G6r-on7/s400/chile_torres_del_paine_l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433877689944330498" /></a><br /><br />So I feel like going there next Easter? I'm sure they decorate the island or form some sort of little Polynesian island party. I can't wait already mon, South America it is. whoopee! <br /><br />TIll then, I'll be TRYING to save the means. HAVE TO!<br /><br />Who wants to come with? :)Accidental yet Minor Oucheshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01149765326241013172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9752641.post-52670021897026617202010-01-20T19:10:00.000-08:002010-01-20T19:26:36.088-08:00Make do with 2010It's been a while since i've blogged. <br />Works been "quite" hectic. <br />Life's been "quite" busy.<br /><br />So now i'm free enough to doodle a lil sum'in sum'in.<br /><br />The year 2010. I've always made resolutions prior to the new year. Well for the past 5 years I have. And in the end, the list always seems similar to me and never crossed off. Which means I have failed the challenge to complete list. <br /><br /><strong>Things I wanna do this year</strong><br /><br />-shop in Bangkok for a whole years supply<br />-visit fam more often<br />-finish my work waaaaaaaaaaaaay before the deadline, not a day before it<br />-Climb KK<br />-make it for the back to back weddings <br />-lose weight, trim sides<br />-take up pilates<br />-settle payments on time<br />-cut down on beer (seriously)<br />-cook <br />-let interesting people into my life<br />-calm down and dont let temper rule mind<br />-read the dusty books <br />-not bitch too much<br />-pick up a new hobby<br /><br />Yeah that about it for now. The challenge starts tomorrow. <br />Toods.Accidental yet Minor Oucheshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01149765326241013172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9752641.post-3136281770077041292009-12-13T19:25:00.000-08:002009-12-13T19:56:30.286-08:00not a cloudy MondayWhat a lovely morning.
<br />What a lovely Monday (Im serious)
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<br />I checked into work late today.
<br />Got in at 10.30am to be accurate.
<br />Thats an hour plus late.
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<br />Then again, it's not the first time its happened. Blame it on the alarm. It's suppose to alarm me but no...it put me to deep sleep instead. Useless.
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<br />But i do love today's Monday. December 14, 2009. Memorable because of a pretty eventful weekend.
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<br />My eventful weekend (eventful to me)
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<br />-played some pool at wine @ nine
<br />-big2'd to the early am at wine @ nine
<br />-managed some pints and my Grilled Salsa Chicken at Deutsche Gasthaus, TTDI
<br />-went for Dome's All Day BIG ass breakie
<br />-Met an interesting soul
<br />-got some work done, most of it actually
<br />-suppose to go skytrekking but bailed out in the end cuz of meds
<br />-Mums Birthday, wished her for being the coolest
<br />-Now knows why magnificent fish and chips is magnifique?
<br />-played pool at ballroom, another yuppy guppy spot, empty as hell
<br />-went to Reggae Bar off petaling street for the first time ever. chilled out to a shisha, gulped a carlsberg, and lost a game of british pool
<br />-received a cute ass bong from Krabi land, compliments from Shanice
<br />-bought a KFC happymeal set that comes with a mini Doraemon figure in a house
<br />-couldn't stop laughing when Iron Chef came on
<br />-is definitely not smarter than a 5th grader either. Tough show, brainy kids.
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<br />This weeks going to be good because it's like the last week to survive through before leave, leave, leave.
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<br />Christmas back home in Jakarta.
<br />New Year's with Murti in Bangkok.
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<br />I'm smiling already.
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<br />-still have to add in my previous getaways before i forget about it for life
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<br />Accidental yet Minor Oucheshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01149765326241013172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9752641.post-77199218178933479522009-09-10T20:02:00.001-07:002009-09-10T22:54:52.642-07:00The Langkawi Lamp post :)<strong>Langkawi dulu</strong> <br /><br />The actual date of trip: 29 Aug-31st<br /><br /><em>Just for keepsake, I want to remember my lamp post moments in Langkawi.</em><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAISMa_6Vt9VxRwbb7HfI4UmC0hDdOhb9JNpIq2wcs4g-YQjyF7WcuOIsfswFCKA6qT5UP1VGSWfSBHAp9FM2aE5DzGXXdNyEfFe8KdmcJiNuVJ-DSKFCs8ZGKJHX4dz-hL_jM/s1600-h/DSC00796.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAISMa_6Vt9VxRwbb7HfI4UmC0hDdOhb9JNpIq2wcs4g-YQjyF7WcuOIsfswFCKA6qT5UP1VGSWfSBHAp9FM2aE5DzGXXdNyEfFe8KdmcJiNuVJ-DSKFCs8ZGKJHX4dz-hL_jM/s400/DSC00796.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380041200112755522" /></a><br /><br />as usual, my blanket a.k.a <em><strong>IBU JANE'S</strong></em> follow me everywhere, provided if there's enuf space for it to crash.<br /><br />I loved the whole alone time with hot earls and drags by the balcony. I enjoyed it so much. Loved the fact that I didn't have to take care of any dugongs for the weekend. Just chill, watch the trees, and be a certified loner. Plus the TV was out, it just wasn't workin. And I knew it wanted me to have an actual holiday by not allowing me to grip on any form of news updates or shows..etc. Even my room left me alone man. I loved it. I didn't bother to call anybody for chit chats. Didn't miss anyone either. Just felt like fuckin the world yknow. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFksMzEtX2u1EQ9I26rIHmCJWuCbzN-t5jbhTm8M64S0aQdmMXnDqsdC1-CbtZcbK0TdC0fGrf2hGZFOiJtWEN1st_dXOVFHNYSHJRja9MAonWtG4f2O9G2hshA-8v12HTKcGV/s1600-h/DSC00800.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFksMzEtX2u1EQ9I26rIHmCJWuCbzN-t5jbhTm8M64S0aQdmMXnDqsdC1-CbtZcbK0TdC0fGrf2hGZFOiJtWEN1st_dXOVFHNYSHJRja9MAonWtG4f2O9G2hshA-8v12HTKcGV/s400/DSC00800.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380045540355999746" /></a><br /><br />My balkon of wisdom<br /><br /><br />I went with my cousy Janice and her bf Thomas. <br />Initially, it was suppose to be my cousin and i bumming on the shores. But her thom-thom wanted in (and im sure it was for romantic reasons)plus to me they look like two fresh oysters. So yeah I get it and I didn't mind me, myself, and I time either. The space was worth it. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9YrxBw32T1KjptdjWUzHLepvNyhZV3rt3RW-88HcWdg9YZ26h7N2b16DPYyqbPowB_wXWfQMdXgj7N17xUxRtMYmyWQWae7_DtbuDA6CeUIELTgktMPfx7q6OUNAUdTL7rdv3/s1600-h/DSC00802.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9YrxBw32T1KjptdjWUzHLepvNyhZV3rt3RW-88HcWdg9YZ26h7N2b16DPYyqbPowB_wXWfQMdXgj7N17xUxRtMYmyWQWae7_DtbuDA6CeUIELTgktMPfx7q6OUNAUdTL7rdv3/s400/DSC00802.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380051596626292178" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicRcQ5HTMmFXac3JLgn866cPScWnxHydbSwSDWSuL92XCkyElcelXnFg8h02dZSuij-jov2URN4tSwnzZgUTbEzFlQeN9tKMSyGQ4ACZKxxKsdiA3svB2n2EnitctJavzP_-TF/s1600-h/DSC00803.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicRcQ5HTMmFXac3JLgn866cPScWnxHydbSwSDWSuL92XCkyElcelXnFg8h02dZSuij-jov2URN4tSwnzZgUTbEzFlQeN9tKMSyGQ4ACZKxxKsdiA3svB2n2EnitctJavzP_-TF/s400/DSC00803.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380059285407074322" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRDDGFyWkF8dWfYF31ihVEbk75sQjfhIZJ8bVJvUgaHFhMsLzSh21lldwoBfbPjY-O5A08wIzs_9RjN9RIRaP4yGT8-E1mwHIVd_zyP53TJMGRjvX4j3RiNR6ulsPTNQ5-Xxvg/s1600-h/DSC00807.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRDDGFyWkF8dWfYF31ihVEbk75sQjfhIZJ8bVJvUgaHFhMsLzSh21lldwoBfbPjY-O5A08wIzs_9RjN9RIRaP4yGT8-E1mwHIVd_zyP53TJMGRjvX4j3RiNR6ulsPTNQ5-Xxvg/s400/DSC00807.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380060499826650978" /></a><br /><br />Foodie galore! Yeah we visited Orchid Ria once again for the fluffball giant prawns, the crabs, the ikan goreng bawang putih, and well it tasted better than the other time. I wanted to try the kampung huts selling tomyam and ikan bakar, but the rain wasn't giving in. What a bitch man. But okay who am i to complain when seafoods on my plate. Orchid Ria is commercialized as hell, one of the shareholders are superbly rude and if you ditch em, they won't even notice cuz its always occupied with people anyways. Their lucky their seafood is fresh and up to par with the Balinese siput restos. Lucky asses. Cuz if it wasn't, I just wonder how nice he will be to us. He is rude, assholic, and disrespectful. Three things you should never be when serving your customers. When they want a seat, you don't ask em WHY they want a gaddamn seat, you wipe the rain off and bring it over. He complains. What uncle is this man? I swear he's not an old man, he's an asshole in disguise. I have so much respect for older ppl but that old hag deserves to be kung pao'd. x[<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRcPGj_qMkJ77TRdiMflRzqfeRYbmMz9yzEtC4kwc30zrZRXUlEYt-u_dg3ch_b9jpfBu9W3VZpqMYny-AGJ6iaPG1U3gqVLv7x_o4ZZcHfbwVrOtSLKwOc41Frr_-c94nxz6Q/s1600-h/DSC00804.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRcPGj_qMkJ77TRdiMflRzqfeRYbmMz9yzEtC4kwc30zrZRXUlEYt-u_dg3ch_b9jpfBu9W3VZpqMYny-AGJ6iaPG1U3gqVLv7x_o4ZZcHfbwVrOtSLKwOc41Frr_-c94nxz6Q/s400/DSC00804.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380064071742927682" /></a><br /><br />When the food arrived, i couldnt help but smile and eat my ass off. After 20 minutes of the grumpy disaster.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7JAu-o3ca8jaRiBm4ANW5cRS6NjdVXDcOThbHJbwVuz7lp6yuzyqF_-fmAkPA3F1h5hupyU78n_0_9ns915We01Qm1wK2OkZzHKTiffdb79tNvRwbkCN5thZPcE-1-xU_lseK/s1600-h/DSC00808.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7JAu-o3ca8jaRiBm4ANW5cRS6NjdVXDcOThbHJbwVuz7lp6yuzyqF_-fmAkPA3F1h5hupyU78n_0_9ns915We01Qm1wK2OkZzHKTiffdb79tNvRwbkCN5thZPcE-1-xU_lseK/s400/DSC00808.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380065235514614882" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDRnV-tthto5XhhmJyzxRDDRZ4YnWK6L_KJk9auCensMchwhdPG-avgG-SzLc1PPJ2if8ZHrWJ1JEwVoQc8BlNCYMSEC2cepl7eAVZbkDNyCe12NzmFRYfx4gFggiuPNDXi3In/s1600-h/DSC00809.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDRnV-tthto5XhhmJyzxRDDRZ4YnWK6L_KJk9auCensMchwhdPG-avgG-SzLc1PPJ2if8ZHrWJ1JEwVoQc8BlNCYMSEC2cepl7eAVZbkDNyCe12NzmFRYfx4gFggiuPNDXi3In/s400/DSC00809.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380067171252776050" /></a><br />Yummy ass crabbbbbbss <br /><br />Then of course we met our bud Thierry Phal. He owns the Yellow Cafe, a gorgeous place with pretty balinese hammocks, bamboo ceilings, rustic lamps, and yellow couches of comfort. Just stayed there for hours chilling, mumbling, laughing, chilling all over again. You should really just bum on the floor and stretch your legs to his thai cushion thingi. awesome shit. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPyCpegF7mCS8uq5yjZF-fPFMMybtfCoKyTbt0RCU8vZ4-En-39bbL5lrRZwoNxSILn12zHH8G2jePPRnA1SmW9lHoPQfZkQuZQk4qBZinWtss1cyW4l_qXJi11T8NJW-b3jQE/s1600-h/DSC00935.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPyCpegF7mCS8uq5yjZF-fPFMMybtfCoKyTbt0RCU8vZ4-En-39bbL5lrRZwoNxSILn12zHH8G2jePPRnA1SmW9lHoPQfZkQuZQk4qBZinWtss1cyW4l_qXJi11T8NJW-b3jQE/s400/DSC00935.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380071592908532130" /></a><br />The Yellow Cafe<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik2xdVrm7B6csLgjaD3ZxySERRik2oEC90ZMFbtuiHQfvI5x7vg8R6_9o9TtCf9ce02qy6ktkPC2tPF4Ffaqnlv5BxJcuTQHR7CU-tXzTwYYJ5T4BPdx8bztiDaqjJTWmGyJmI/s1600-h/DSC00937.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik2xdVrm7B6csLgjaD3ZxySERRik2oEC90ZMFbtuiHQfvI5x7vg8R6_9o9TtCf9ce02qy6ktkPC2tPF4Ffaqnlv5BxJcuTQHR7CU-tXzTwYYJ5T4BPdx8bztiDaqjJTWmGyJmI/s400/DSC00937.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380062002823360850" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRNfwSyJpKDp-J-0QKaXOiLlhXTcS-jmcBnu8kvWNNkI8XpghL7JDu1qqfli8AL_nX4o6D7Fhxq3p85Ncvsi3Xsak-qttsano2qnsYpvn-mbIDNgzR-ls4ywn6IquvUOZHTfOw/s1600-h/DSC00994.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRNfwSyJpKDp-J-0QKaXOiLlhXTcS-jmcBnu8kvWNNkI8XpghL7JDu1qqfli8AL_nX4o6D7Fhxq3p85Ncvsi3Xsak-qttsano2qnsYpvn-mbIDNgzR-ls4ywn6IquvUOZHTfOw/s400/DSC00994.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380068192273043522" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHsuQBjTt8uw4VsXvD9A2_Ew185QoJU896wc8H1CnWUk5uhkT7esHG1bf9yy-LuqDolBsdGNfENzsQf1sN6QiyYb5nLA0w7n6Zr021pzxZFkWC53H3H45z1E4EWzdBZ7KUo6cr/s1600-h/DSC00941.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHsuQBjTt8uw4VsXvD9A2_Ew185QoJU896wc8H1CnWUk5uhkT7esHG1bf9yy-LuqDolBsdGNfENzsQf1sN6QiyYb5nLA0w7n6Zr021pzxZFkWC53H3H45z1E4EWzdBZ7KUo6cr/s400/DSC00941.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380069501584412770" /></a><br />the kuning couch<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVHIkKxGWKroBIid37p-UlxdqfI9DdRoxH87GVilaHL1_l1j8ACg7FZ-WDF4TLj34IcQbXErBcjkKRrYaQLaDm3lDAv91mzJIqvh_Jby5yMB9URtOfwzbPqdzR26BVaIbo9GqU/s1600-h/DSC00947.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVHIkKxGWKroBIid37p-UlxdqfI9DdRoxH87GVilaHL1_l1j8ACg7FZ-WDF4TLj34IcQbXErBcjkKRrYaQLaDm3lDAv91mzJIqvh_Jby5yMB9URtOfwzbPqdzR26BVaIbo9GqU/s400/DSC00947.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380070599509654034" /></a><br /><br />Balinese hammock, so innovative dontcha think? <br /><br />Not to mention our trip to UNDERWATERWORLD LANGKAWI. It was so-so. There were no goddamn dugongs to see. There was this awesome jelly fish tho. there were those grumpy penguins featured in happy feet too and some other little unique beings :)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCnSRkxEhimIoKWe-qc7yHa6BOC4cJpqlDFfHoApSpU63V7qya4Pd_APqCo-y7Zezeg3GJIcLsXNSpCcYIP8wIMSn5E13Y1PVtRPX9zJiC1tU7HfsC-ceBDrMGVK5AFl72n4nY/s1600-h/DSC00921.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCnSRkxEhimIoKWe-qc7yHa6BOC4cJpqlDFfHoApSpU63V7qya4Pd_APqCo-y7Zezeg3GJIcLsXNSpCcYIP8wIMSn5E13Y1PVtRPX9zJiC1tU7HfsC-ceBDrMGVK5AFl72n4nY/s400/DSC00921.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380072583901761410" /></a><br />My favorite creature. Forgot what type of Jellyfish tho. But I would call em the X-RAYed Jellyfish clan<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRFPU10Eez2A26lhwVPudabH83Ysrcd91wJb4T9zD2P2EEle9lpqBzeRW0cXemCOCy_F-drabFK-qL1DWko5yonpXihQkjCF5qsTGGTmsV4xU6GZsVgQ2ekw5Z48JXYoJ7XTWQ/s1600-h/DSC00851.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRFPU10Eez2A26lhwVPudabH83Ysrcd91wJb4T9zD2P2EEle9lpqBzeRW0cXemCOCy_F-drabFK-qL1DWko5yonpXihQkjCF5qsTGGTmsV4xU6GZsVgQ2ekw5Z48JXYoJ7XTWQ/s400/DSC00851.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380075570856850226" /></a><br />me chilling with my homie<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEDw87ycKB2xpm7AGthz6Ft2hFZFM6spQW47-AfweAM7voK1pn0cqOesupewSTousTwdk4WAdnIlEeNJ-ImKFPirV-KQFNbVus1eXQGOSDU5gHQf0rOzfmDYRGGQHcPir3bXLi/s1600-h/DSC00852.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEDw87ycKB2xpm7AGthz6Ft2hFZFM6spQW47-AfweAM7voK1pn0cqOesupewSTousTwdk4WAdnIlEeNJ-ImKFPirV-KQFNbVus1eXQGOSDU5gHQf0rOzfmDYRGGQHcPir3bXLi/s400/DSC00852.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380076905351588370" /></a><br />the grumpy breed<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5M8YVZ3o9_SR7S4lgbWRswBuDI_d9BnPbLzElIj4U8Ol6LRNYu1NoQW60BW0dvQR5D6M-vgIB7Dw2_6sHf64CioDraQx7uq8epNH0biNyH9931krseZu3Hq0h7T-XUUZepWUq/s1600-h/DSC00903.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5M8YVZ3o9_SR7S4lgbWRswBuDI_d9BnPbLzElIj4U8Ol6LRNYu1NoQW60BW0dvQR5D6M-vgIB7Dw2_6sHf64CioDraQx7uq8epNH0biNyH9931krseZu3Hq0h7T-XUUZepWUq/s400/DSC00903.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380078232826884482" /></a><br /><br />The mighty Sting Ray. It just always takes my breath away. Gorgeous creatures.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtMq7vsrK5xjr2KSyu_sbV3JfGfVPnzb8ULWqIpPhvlQp03In3ANPdxOVNwatPHLjSQub3YKGFlEoDnaxm9TC3LMD6daomsj-7o9WDBcos30uFfKrMV0swDhY3X8lwPkExP0e2/s1600-h/DSC00914.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtMq7vsrK5xjr2KSyu_sbV3JfGfVPnzb8ULWqIpPhvlQp03In3ANPdxOVNwatPHLjSQub3YKGFlEoDnaxm9TC3LMD6daomsj-7o9WDBcos30uFfKrMV0swDhY3X8lwPkExP0e2/s400/DSC00914.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380079374025177378" /></a><br /><br /><strong>DOMINO DAMSELFISH</strong>. DAMN. what a fuckin funny name.<br /><br />It was raining. So I did not toast. Yeah saddie ay, plus it wasn't the right time of the month either.<br />I didn't get to indulge in water sports, parasailing. <br /><br />Here's a shot of janice/nyonya penguin/janite up high in the air<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU4St-S8y37Oxxmqic7w0axOAXUHk_mUtymbu21qhUOjabMSKfg9uApaMM7ARAFzNzbpa0G3ZrtUmYFNJGNIesrfkkCs2R6yPiQOCQa6UR2-0NNEjs5LlgDGDC7-Z1jsuHZIQ1/s1600-h/DSC01007.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU4St-S8y37Oxxmqic7w0axOAXUHk_mUtymbu21qhUOjabMSKfg9uApaMM7ARAFzNzbpa0G3ZrtUmYFNJGNIesrfkkCs2R6yPiQOCQa6UR2-0NNEjs5LlgDGDC7-Z1jsuHZIQ1/s400/DSC01007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380080495173720258" /></a><br /><br />hahahahah<br /><br /><br />To wrap it up<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9tNKYr9V4c7RUNhUK3hcWNjpnc_DGlbeyKEjhAP1Yg4JMrqYVtnuOtNyFS69mCfZ69e79hlyQ06CFY0Smaf4YJRMDextFZHuQ-WhugyMtf-Axb0cgEfzeJy7eQISKYbwQNiUg/s1600-h/DSC00887.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9tNKYr9V4c7RUNhUK3hcWNjpnc_DGlbeyKEjhAP1Yg4JMrqYVtnuOtNyFS69mCfZ69e79hlyQ06CFY0Smaf4YJRMDextFZHuQ-WhugyMtf-Axb0cgEfzeJy7eQISKYbwQNiUg/s400/DSC00887.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380081653344582850" /></a><br /><br /><strong><br />Warning: Swine Flu is hazardous. Cover up like me. </strong>(okay I want popcorn n ribena now)<br /><br />haha..im so lame. <br /><br />It's Friday today, happy happy joy joy!<br /><br /><br />Okay, thats all folks.Accidental yet Minor Oucheshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01149765326241013172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9752641.post-3771249003963475622009-08-27T01:56:00.000-07:002009-08-27T03:08:38.734-07:00the dragger i amYknow one of those days when you set a post-it to remind/tell u what to do but you don't end up doing it and u realize you're such a slob by Sunday.<br /><br />Well this week, I didn't need no post-it. I just suddenly remembered, bothered, to do the one thing i've been dragging on for so long. To service my car. <br />And I did just that and oh lookie what they gave me in return for servicing, a prebiotic Alla Fonte drink all wrapped up with some other souvenirs. How thoughtful. I was thirsty. And boy the Mandarin Orange Flavour really did grace on my tastebuds nicely. Yumster.<br />It's thursday, i'm bored in the cube, but it does feel good to have my machine back in action. Now i can plan long back n forth trips or perhaps just drive my day away. I was just thinking of SUVS. And now im wondering why i'm stuck with my sedan. hmm..SUVS are awesome, you can fit people in, shop for ur groceries in bulk, and travel on rocky roads without feeling sorry for the poor guy. Below my car there are scratches, countless numbers of em. It's almost like ART. Damn the shortie really. Anyways I love driving when the roads are empty. And i love the sight of empty parking spots, it just feels like freedom to park at the right spot at the wrong time. <br /><br />I've been checking out "fuckyeah" tattoos and other tat sites. Some of em are ridiculously dumbo. Only a few deserve the right click "save picture as" effort. These are the cool few I right clicked "save picture as" on.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUxYn4AEKfBwj7lh2Muqqe0K_z0WZR22TiHPDW3J0oeReTnrqI0CCB-CbViUUZENuRTIx3PHvoYVOEyXqCUxJgIzMvG7ls2giPTERzLejIMPkKVKhQhORdUkd0WAY64zhW7By8/s1600-h/Hc2oe5qBdr2la8ok4pF4FsMVo1_400.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUxYn4AEKfBwj7lh2Muqqe0K_z0WZR22TiHPDW3J0oeReTnrqI0CCB-CbViUUZENuRTIx3PHvoYVOEyXqCUxJgIzMvG7ls2giPTERzLejIMPkKVKhQhORdUkd0WAY64zhW7By8/s400/Hc2oe5qBdr2la8ok4pF4FsMVo1_400.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374565372585296002" /></a><br />what a wise owl<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0ER_5iQnwVrpl3z23wgaf9JjMdb_hNCqHoPU4FHYaVMOjdvLd8yE5WG-ljXrPCuGut1nux6yjzfO85jQqhd_OSKiqXllxD3RaSqZZb5bq5ZS_g0bNZPB7UtVMDw03OloikU_f/s1600-h/DXRTy7Pq1qgqulh8O0Gvka2do1_400.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0ER_5iQnwVrpl3z23wgaf9JjMdb_hNCqHoPU4FHYaVMOjdvLd8yE5WG-ljXrPCuGut1nux6yjzfO85jQqhd_OSKiqXllxD3RaSqZZb5bq5ZS_g0bNZPB7UtVMDw03OloikU_f/s400/DXRTy7Pq1qgqulh8O0Gvka2do1_400.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374572388740849074" /></a><br />this is inkhot.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-E97aHI43ae5lWMhcigyTfsbwDA3EbR7_S5l6XpDbEKIpbGFN4SFpp5C4sz6jSr9b3Lvoto8yPLf5y2T3Jfdy4n5OBOTSfIAUch7-r9ezjJJgOLKjpWF0AKkIsuCUt1OuAx7p/s1600-h/poxNshwoypoh9co0WfbvVJpio1_500.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 242px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-E97aHI43ae5lWMhcigyTfsbwDA3EbR7_S5l6XpDbEKIpbGFN4SFpp5C4sz6jSr9b3Lvoto8yPLf5y2T3Jfdy4n5OBOTSfIAUch7-r9ezjJJgOLKjpWF0AKkIsuCUt1OuAx7p/s400/poxNshwoypoh9co0WfbvVJpio1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374572683016725298" /></a><br /><br />this girl is awesome hot<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN5xAJu2_q-vSDBSaea4aOmxIKAiWOn0heGapYLRERieKmDCXcAxOaZuKS3P-2Wjd8SiZw1DPQtj5MslSQrlhPrTnQgqjch9QV6XTMlPi2XX7_AtVeJPwTYRlDVGhs_iu7JmTi/s1600-h/gENbcht80r2kcai3owGb22J4o1_400.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN5xAJu2_q-vSDBSaea4aOmxIKAiWOn0heGapYLRERieKmDCXcAxOaZuKS3P-2Wjd8SiZw1DPQtj5MslSQrlhPrTnQgqjch9QV6XTMlPi2XX7_AtVeJPwTYRlDVGhs_iu7JmTi/s400/gENbcht80r2kcai3owGb22J4o1_400.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374574149280662178" /></a><br /><br />spiritually dainty<br /><br />I won't show the stupid ink blot pics. Incase the poopers threaten to sue me. And i dont want to explain why I dont like it to em cuz they wont get it. And they will probably blame me for saying it looks dumb. And I dont want em to beat me up either, cuz a majority of the f'd up inkblots look like they belong to roided bikers with friggin veins poppin out here and there. U bet im scared. And my daddy's no mafia. <br />I mean i know i dont have the rights to judge. But when i scrolled thru the hall of shame, i seriously thought it was ridiculous. Like "how in the fuck could you live with that?" type of ridiculous. <br /><br />Okay i'll shut my trap and move on with my life. ahem.<br /><br />Man, CHOKE-HyBRID sounds good.Taken from THE SPIRIT movie soundtrack. It's been months and I haven't choked just yet. Still ALLLL GOOOOOD. :D <br /><br /><br />Man, I can't wait to go home for shower power. And i can't wait to eat like vegetables, fruits, and have a glass of OJ. I feel like cheese too. <br />BINGING is what i do best, binge here and there till it becomes a full meal. <br />MMM..yumm..binge, sit back on the couch, and catch Anthony Bourdain in like a third world country lighting his cig or perhaps in Washington DC eating what you call a BURGER. I heart Bourdain's ability to describe just about anything in the most unique way ever. Yeah now i have to get his books. Since i love his language so much. <br /><br />its time to go now.Accidental yet Minor Oucheshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01149765326241013172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9752641.post-61147230819460413922009-08-11T20:10:00.000-07:002009-08-11T21:58:46.161-07:00He will be CHOPPED, just like the cooking show on T&LA puffy eye-bag night it was. No laughing dreams, no flying pigs, just an invisible blood battle.<br /><br />This morning, my eyes were curry puffs. heated up, swollen, and curry angry. All from no sleep.<br /><br />I swear relationships seriously give you eye bags and increase your nicotine intake.<br />Somehow, nicotine makes you feel better at times like these.<br /><br />If only couples could just let things go easily and move on to a good night of sleep.<br />He prefers to stay with the temper, attitude, and move on to a rotten night of sleep.<br />I hate that, it's too lengthy n tiring.<br />It gets OLD. DUSTY. MOULDY. SOUR.<br /><br />I'm pissed that I bothered myself to disrupted sleep. <br />I'm pissed that he's bugging the shit out of me.<br />I'm pissed that i've already apologized and his greed balls wanna suck more apologies out of me<br />More over i'm pissed cuz it takes quite a fuckin country for me to say "i'm sorry". <br />It makes me feel weak to say sorry, but I have learned when ur wrong, u just are. The more you make it sound like ur right, the more the guilt deepens and you do realize it down the argumentative road. <br /><br />So i didn't take that road. Instead i blurted out the apology and oh goodness hell it wasn't ENOUGH. Fuck that, there's only so much I can do. And he is no KING. Nor is he anything significant.<br /><br />Well, he played 'GOD' last night. <br />Believe me, it didn't work for nuts.<br /><br />If he wants me to respect him, he should be mature about accepting the apology. If he wants to accept it and nudge it back to my face. I might as well pick on his fuckin balls. That's why the guilt is no longer in me. <br /><br />C,mon if someone wants to make someone feel guilty, the last thing they should do is throw back an apology right after asking for it. That's why i'm a boiling tomato now. Cuz its nail-biting annoying. retarded. childish. And everything it shouldn't be.<br /><br />This is my method of arguing. The memory spike.<br /><br /><strong>"Whoever in discussion adduced authority uses not intellect but rather memory."</strong><br /> - Leonardo da Vinci-<br /><br />This is his way on the trippin highway: The stupid shield<br /><br /><strong>"He read partly for information, partly for comparison, partly for insight, partly for the sheer joy of felicitous statement.He delighted particularly inquotations which distilled the essence of an argument."</strong><br /><br /> -Schlesinger, Arthur M(eier),Jr-<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong>"Men are apt to mistake the strength of their feeling for the strength of their argument. The heated mind resents the chill touch and relentless scrutiny of logic." </strong><br /> - William Ewart Gladstone-<br /><br /><br />What he lacks:<br /><br /><strong>"I shall argue that strong men, conversely, know when to compromise and that all principles can be compromised to serve a greater principle."</strong><br /><br /> -Andrew Carnegie-<br /><br />What we BOTH LACK:<br /><br /><strong>"Lower your voice and strengthen your argument."</strong><br /> <br /> -A Lebanese proverb-<br /><br />There goes a never-ending battle. Sooner or later, i'll be able to make a script out of it. Yeah its long alright and there are episodes as well. I dont know what season we're up to now. But the Bold and Beautiful is not far off, no seriously.<br /><br />ps. I can't believe i'm sharing this with Google.<br /><br /><br /><br />Unlike my Marlys, he is worth quitting on.Accidental yet Minor Oucheshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01149765326241013172noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9752641.post-23807220067759929822009-08-09T20:24:00.000-07:002009-08-09T20:56:14.703-07:00A mental indigestion tooDearest<br /><br />I've been feeling really gassy, lost, and intimidated easily as of late. <br />I do NOT know why. Pss.<br /><br />I miss my friends? <br />Yeah totally. But why does missing cause indigestion? nah its last night's meatworks really.<br />I am really not feeling so good right now. I feel like a fat slob that just ate 3 rounds of korean barbeque at BONGA! And i did just that. I feel like i haven't been exercising much. And i've been doing just that. <br />I think i need to wake the shit outta my face and just go for the kill. Sweat the bitch numsayin? Just like swim. run. set a new diet for myself. Some fibrous goods if possible. <br /><br />I haven't been doing much besides admitting myself to the cube. handing in work. then there's the occasional daydreamer side of me?<br /><br />It was funny, last night i laughed real hard when i was sleeping. Then john woke me up, shocked me shitless with his face infronta mine. And it was dark. So he looked like some sad ass goblin. haha. And he started bursting out in flames of laughter, telling me that it was my laughter that killed him. <br />Whatevs mister. People have dreams. Just that I happen to bring them to reality in a scary chuckle. Puss-wuss :)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj85X8-YCeS-W-jaSX_sIEpGj_88C3DD1UOHHwDCzB6tqckwha1zMlEdTqwgvFq8WM2yrRsd4YHmbdCxGwTbblAbnUH2A-9EKPZTjF5aBbAYU0zSJmzYRMSB-u7347tQ0dfYFGy/s1600-h/DSC00749.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj85X8-YCeS-W-jaSX_sIEpGj_88C3DD1UOHHwDCzB6tqckwha1zMlEdTqwgvFq8WM2yrRsd4YHmbdCxGwTbblAbnUH2A-9EKPZTjF5aBbAYU0zSJmzYRMSB-u7347tQ0dfYFGy/s400/DSC00749.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368174827777190482" /></a><br /><br /><strong>This beats my scary chuckle. Jayden's 1st. Aunty Doris made a book of her own quotes for him. Talk about humor back in the days, priceless.</strong><br /><br />Man I understand the power of facebook. It makes you miss ur friends more, it gets you in trouble, it naturally bitches about others, it also helps you get connected at the same time. But most of all is the missin bit. I miss me poyples!!!!<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv0v8uBDJey9sQIqTifWQLFGzee5SkDvOGiYp36hHE0aqumPKUO70ApAzgfFB1RFDACgLIVAAt5dgNH0bARqx02QcH5yCWGixlynKwMmLGl2ksvLyZoNt6Of1M6M9ebELFa7Gz/s1600-h/5771_137821211538_708371538_3626584_3317024_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv0v8uBDJey9sQIqTifWQLFGzee5SkDvOGiYp36hHE0aqumPKUO70ApAzgfFB1RFDACgLIVAAt5dgNH0bARqx02QcH5yCWGixlynKwMmLGl2ksvLyZoNt6Of1M6M9ebELFa7Gz/s400/5771_137821211538_708371538_3626584_3317024_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368177674286799890" /></a><br /><br /><strong>This blows major jobs man. All the girls and cliff gathering in Seattle, without me! Unfair! But u girls do look pretty tho including cliff. hehe..kangen choy-choys.</strong><br /><br />I can't wait to gather. But we're all like scattered here and there. Some in Bali,the rest in bangkok. Gimana dong? Settle for a place peeps. If not i'll just visit them next year aja. Tix are fixed for New years. ahhhh. <br /><br /><br />Ok i'm going to work now. The more pics i see on Deytas fb, the more i miss them monkeys.<br /><br />peach out for now.Accidental yet Minor Oucheshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01149765326241013172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9752641.post-41511966656961631842009-07-22T20:04:00.000-07:002009-07-22T20:56:46.917-07:00The week slipped on me.This weeks a butterfly. <br />I thought yesterday was Monday. (Yesterday was Wednesday)<br />And today's Thursday, close to Friday. :)<br /><br />Well I went for a PUMA sale on Tues. I bought shoes, bags, shirts,and I'm so glad i got this indie-elephant sweater. Size L, but who gives really?<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ1W3rkS_rHh2kKlWyfP2jik-QcEAUYPM5f_xzKR78KtjPzTT0TMJy88O47mYJQ2QuezzOOvQHudLA3kbRMZ_ptHrF0VuWR0LQiZzMWmfIldVPZoK-G9jHNkxD_jr872S_02M5/s1600-h/6214_111417717820_506907820_2668660_1059924_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ1W3rkS_rHh2kKlWyfP2jik-QcEAUYPM5f_xzKR78KtjPzTT0TMJy88O47mYJQ2QuezzOOvQHudLA3kbRMZ_ptHrF0VuWR0LQiZzMWmfIldVPZoK-G9jHNkxD_jr872S_02M5/s400/6214_111417717820_506907820_2668660_1059924_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361487700883164450" /></a><br /><br />Pretty Les Elephant really is comfortable to wear.<br /><br /><br />John's friend gave us an annual planner. More like an organizer in chart form where you can erase, slot in, erase again the stuff that you planned for the year throughout. I think its sweet, i can't wait to organize my planning. It's like a bigger picture, rather than just focusing on month by month. I will start that on the 27th Monday.<br /><br />Will my lovely weekend go to waste?<br /><br />I'm just wondering, what to do this weekend?<br />It feels like time has slipped so fast down the calendar and its already SAT n SUN to plan out. <br /><br />I didn't get enough time to plan properly. I do know Hennessy Artistry @ Bukit Kiara's on the menu. Since i adored my v.s.o.p last year, I know for a fact that i'll live life to the full this Sat. <br /><br />But how about Sunday? I'm tempted to raid Massimo Dutti again. Perhaps i should just beat it and save till the pay kachings? Yep, kaching.<br /><br />Honestly, people tell me that i want many things. Who gives, wanting is healthy. Gives you hope to live a certain lifestyle, to live up to standards you set for yourself.<br /><br />This week, my super WANTS go to the basic minimal:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmwCjNA54YfABGYyBM-_HRvuK32G15Vd2tuvDD_xZHztDj57SIC6aiTh57YUmSRn_VJqMzWFZMMUgQcKsheXXJlwAnwTQ0-x8EPjx44fBeiSNpq8DU2VuVmBYZANZo2MdtjCJi/s1600-h/harper6.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmwCjNA54YfABGYyBM-_HRvuK32G15Vd2tuvDD_xZHztDj57SIC6aiTh57YUmSRn_VJqMzWFZMMUgQcKsheXXJlwAnwTQ0-x8EPjx44fBeiSNpq8DU2VuVmBYZANZo2MdtjCJi/s400/harper6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361492174180158866" /></a><br /><br /><br />Brick. Stairs. Frames. <br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLT_gGlgKfNap4vIIfk3_tv4htaxf9Y6x22QrTP3YYbskFBOXJ-5RuhWmVlqbphHNPrTXz06j-u_cBDc9yFvzanBkVqhJPnr-7OIZf7Qqk8fEnv2bqjzkTBqM_rrg6mimEao2U/s1600-h/barbarapeek1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 380px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLT_gGlgKfNap4vIIfk3_tv4htaxf9Y6x22QrTP3YYbskFBOXJ-5RuhWmVlqbphHNPrTXz06j-u_cBDc9yFvzanBkVqhJPnr-7OIZf7Qqk8fEnv2bqjzkTBqM_rrg6mimEao2U/s400/barbarapeek1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361492428270930370" /></a><br /><br /><br />Cute wind chime.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg4-kxDi3b6iVKU9yNd5McguKy1_p9fLoFTwO6WsRneyJPOfCNgMC2M0i5Gii-W4T0lsaRcXr1i_rY8fMaqzYULH_1bDrqv9-LWFWbwsDVTQ50eaQgE84FiLl0Mn0yEf7VHAEA/s1600-h/6a00e55225716d883301156fb47a5c970c.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 331px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg4-kxDi3b6iVKU9yNd5McguKy1_p9fLoFTwO6WsRneyJPOfCNgMC2M0i5Gii-W4T0lsaRcXr1i_rY8fMaqzYULH_1bDrqv9-LWFWbwsDVTQ50eaQgE84FiLl0Mn0yEf7VHAEA/s400/6a00e55225716d883301156fb47a5c970c.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361493521061294802" /></a><br /><br />Spacious whites.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4-puLrVQMmbZHvzhFavL9j2tTMVyQr17Ghae-TgpQvNNH_nAtEo-i8V1EBroJ_ydookSCCbt-RPDTkSVhhM_woPg695OpghOyDb4XSbi7yhIyo2pLNIAdpML8pRuq97r01aLW/s1600-h/6a00e55225716d883301127963e0f028a4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4-puLrVQMmbZHvzhFavL9j2tTMVyQr17Ghae-TgpQvNNH_nAtEo-i8V1EBroJ_ydookSCCbt-RPDTkSVhhM_woPg695OpghOyDb4XSbi7yhIyo2pLNIAdpML8pRuq97r01aLW/s400/6a00e55225716d883301127963e0f028a4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361493889993544082" /></a><br /><br />A dining hall like this to eat in<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPC2Qg0TIsyR9vACft9bg4M-caJMxkEu-KFy-kbA42D_loHYKh4BIbuKoMfQhQ9-i-R6nMSEr1JCQHJIG5f3lc_1-Gvge9oZGbwKwnNL18zrRLDPnHc6Ej3VBhqJpAXwaWf2Oi/s1600-h/harper3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPC2Qg0TIsyR9vACft9bg4M-caJMxkEu-KFy-kbA42D_loHYKh4BIbuKoMfQhQ9-i-R6nMSEr1JCQHJIG5f3lc_1-Gvge9oZGbwKwnNL18zrRLDPnHc6Ej3VBhqJpAXwaWf2Oi/s400/harper3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361495764333504562" /></a><br /><br />ANother dining hall alternative to eat in<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ2CfCzjSSLr3MNxmk0YXMUUb3_tw27AHOwLs45LaIg5t8KWz04WdOKOarURJqsdtvJAmj76AXwoAUurYHPdkpiDUYfQa_evaPqx2SZIYunkD0HFTd53w8F5EvtpDoeWFbNUjx/s1600-h/6a00e55225716d8833011570883efc970b.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ2CfCzjSSLr3MNxmk0YXMUUb3_tw27AHOwLs45LaIg5t8KWz04WdOKOarURJqsdtvJAmj76AXwoAUurYHPdkpiDUYfQa_evaPqx2SZIYunkD0HFTd53w8F5EvtpDoeWFbNUjx/s400/6a00e55225716d8833011570883efc970b.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361494142137288706" /></a><br /><br />Corner filled with kiddy pillows<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWAxYWVpfuLPyiFCyqVcfU07Vc_YtdhsQ1JgWkuCy0pIYg_UEvU6w5P5Rf7g-l1stZ2e5RTH60_EaIw9zammmc0C9igPGeumB2pbxURFFoNCUpaS7VUMTN8knLb-NZcSpmWrsm/s1600-h/kwh1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWAxYWVpfuLPyiFCyqVcfU07Vc_YtdhsQ1JgWkuCy0pIYg_UEvU6w5P5Rf7g-l1stZ2e5RTH60_EaIw9zammmc0C9igPGeumB2pbxURFFoNCUpaS7VUMTN8knLb-NZcSpmWrsm/s400/kwh1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361494666548093250" /></a><br /><br />A place to watch weeds, californication, and Travel n Living :)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGx_qi5d3H-Z1abj75_Ts414lQ1NFU7g0aP78CjeV0GVBJLYW-HYDnJ8PKO3YyLXSCi77fygplaIwDloggDbc_k2fHLtrdjtXeoqbqFiXH22p2zDqNyRffyglkpkORGnC7p1VF/s1600-h/6214_111417637820_506907820_2668659_990122_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGx_qi5d3H-Z1abj75_Ts414lQ1NFU7g0aP78CjeV0GVBJLYW-HYDnJ8PKO3YyLXSCi77fygplaIwDloggDbc_k2fHLtrdjtXeoqbqFiXH22p2zDqNyRffyglkpkORGnC7p1VF/s400/6214_111417637820_506907820_2668659_990122_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361495024729337842" /></a><br /><br />Wine bottles for Joe and Mur. Gnarly Head. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY3UQ4X_8CfTQINQuz2SdqFaCCXhaKr9n50hLiNHAOyu0L5XRgtyaGkdwzyhwZ96UloQLhyphenhyphenl2vcnreAEoGsFw7T9VRAyOnG5aFUvyaCOSgXEm2N0eNKCUNh7jzUm7fYjlvoYtj/s1600-h/n506907820_1805120_821.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY3UQ4X_8CfTQINQuz2SdqFaCCXhaKr9n50hLiNHAOyu0L5XRgtyaGkdwzyhwZ96UloQLhyphenhyphenl2vcnreAEoGsFw7T9VRAyOnG5aFUvyaCOSgXEm2N0eNKCUNh7jzUm7fYjlvoYtj/s400/n506907820_1805120_821.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361497298242257666" /></a><br /><br />Last but not least, a kintamani puppy or any kampung or pedigree pups. <br /><br />Tonight's plans?<br /><br />Checking out Cloths and Clef's ONE year anniversary<br /><br />Anyways, now i'm gonna go light up my death stick and contribute to pollution. <br /><br />Toasted.Accidental yet Minor Oucheshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01149765326241013172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9752641.post-89201714961088588212009-07-05T21:29:00.000-07:002009-07-08T00:27:33.882-07:00Jakarta in OrderWent back home for the weekend. It was fast paced and there was a wedding. But lets just start off with it treat by treat.<br /><br /><strong>ORDER 1</strong><br /><br />BUDDHA BAR @ MENTENG<br /><br />Buddha bar is the ultimate bachelor pad to dress-up for. The whole local Indonesian scene belongs there. The place is filled with exotic beauties, celebs, models. It's just truly pleasurable for expats and locals. Although it is practically a club, you can still manage the relaxation. Really. There's something about the place, it gives really great sexy-sensual-silly vibes. Reminds me of those fancy cigar bars where everyones dolled up in suits and gowns busy blowing their Monte Cristo's as they make heavy conversation.The interior is Asian meets western. You got the hanging chandeliers and a very woody atmosphere gives it that mysterious effect. It's like you're clubbing in a temple (no offense to the religious ones). I know, what seems wrong always feels right. Well not like they took over a temple or anything, more of a colonial building. That makes it super cool. They did receive major complaints from their buddhist neighbors, but oh well the "Buddha" head symbol is infact universal. It sells, it gives off the eclectic effect. Expats dig it, which is why Buddha Bar is doing very well for Jakarta. It's the perfect late-night venture, the crowd's interesting, the place is unique, and the balance is there. Went there two nights in a row and did not regret it, music was good. DJ Ravin was spinning his buddha bar beats and i swear it was marvellous.Grungy-classy is the new way to go peeps. And to you neighbors, i suggest you hop on the buggy and spy your ass off.<br />They have a buggy service to take you from the carpark to the lobby of Buddha bar. And vice versa. Can u imagine how pampering that is? It is helpful for girls with nine inch nails though.<br /> <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg090nZMK08rmoaHvMQeAbxAYzT35VH33aM4NgDyij59efilw7ewu3rCmxF0eULjut48OAU_UtYH2XEXMa4Ciju6iGO-h6E94yAZTl98VXcysRy8vobhglQECPGxwaSLpnLyRmg/s1600-h/DSC00510.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg090nZMK08rmoaHvMQeAbxAYzT35VH33aM4NgDyij59efilw7ewu3rCmxF0eULjut48OAU_UtYH2XEXMa4Ciju6iGO-h6E94yAZTl98VXcysRy8vobhglQECPGxwaSLpnLyRmg/s400/DSC00510.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355202589847705586" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOcBX5PKuY4QmnJxxmZLiSAfL1syiI83ptiBSQ_k3ir1Ug1WGD902mUSdHORKqDhyH3cGYkJH3cfyxzzmGEMymt7xYpKeqQnuYUV-Gj3yNGxvStJeggTbe-r6gprIUdNJev0Xv/s1600-h/DSC00553.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOcBX5PKuY4QmnJxxmZLiSAfL1syiI83ptiBSQ_k3ir1Ug1WGD902mUSdHORKqDhyH3cGYkJH3cfyxzzmGEMymt7xYpKeqQnuYUV-Gj3yNGxvStJeggTbe-r6gprIUdNJev0Xv/s400/DSC00553.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355207494630240530" /></a><br /><br />Crimson red-heads<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU8ChVj6vzBrzgAJp_hGxxi0X7NnVI4GdXuTpe8N6xpPKWCDWJPxX8c2aZrQb4Vovnp6wZ3APLSWQqCeHNC8t_VufXobCD8YnSVkyl94XSL88ni9N8XAotzfBGT3swUhWlh6H3/s1600-h/DSC00506.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU8ChVj6vzBrzgAJp_hGxxi0X7NnVI4GdXuTpe8N6xpPKWCDWJPxX8c2aZrQb4Vovnp6wZ3APLSWQqCeHNC8t_VufXobCD8YnSVkyl94XSL88ni9N8XAotzfBGT3swUhWlh6H3/s400/DSC00506.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355206633524929042" /></a><br /><br />Different types of Buddha heads, as u can see<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB7Ag-XwjgIUT9EtHs4QZv3UYG7t5qqkSSzdwqGI1LOhtRYuq3RYRPGlkOdbmN7BuOqk49COIuFunGp-bYND1L8r1zrAKUNExbDo2-3cwsPMG8wIcgmi2TjDPccM1hBUac-DVA/s1600-h/DSC00512.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB7Ag-XwjgIUT9EtHs4QZv3UYG7t5qqkSSzdwqGI1LOhtRYuq3RYRPGlkOdbmN7BuOqk49COIuFunGp-bYND1L8r1zrAKUNExbDo2-3cwsPMG8wIcgmi2TjDPccM1hBUac-DVA/s400/DSC00512.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355208973708453042" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3blBFfJuNqUBig0sxFBoZOo0sil3nup1OviYBKpxVdkWfMjFZw87R0paSe4nOlB84VNNVqb87csLgu27DcWrUdIJue4M3PvW1IpovZHkNaLuiiwSkA3w5mMb9sfPTaXoelni7/s1600-h/DSC00525.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3blBFfJuNqUBig0sxFBoZOo0sil3nup1OviYBKpxVdkWfMjFZw87R0paSe4nOlB84VNNVqb87csLgu27DcWrUdIJue4M3PvW1IpovZHkNaLuiiwSkA3w5mMb9sfPTaXoelni7/s400/DSC00525.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355210436956590050" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxqXlcTbZPT5hfcEf-X9lu8T9Da7vVy6-v-d3BGswwuCrWsIQ88k9WxcJozzFPY7d9krdq0lLvTPqcQv0YC5GnA1yURT6McCNCNZtSXDmofE3QXxTEYMoOexQs_fisxKSQRMBJ/s1600-h/DSC00531.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxqXlcTbZPT5hfcEf-X9lu8T9Da7vVy6-v-d3BGswwuCrWsIQ88k9WxcJozzFPY7d9krdq0lLvTPqcQv0YC5GnA1yURT6McCNCNZtSXDmofE3QXxTEYMoOexQs_fisxKSQRMBJ/s400/DSC00531.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355231128330401634" /></a><br /><br />Yeah we danced. Just like them dusty times.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZI-eLXAgEFdwSS06C-NWO5Ku2sDox1ZkD35mQjoEJ5o6tQSjaXdFEJwTrWCzqJbuNM3WE7U1CLWuVOmeyWesHDS7TL4ju-W8BAqVfKEMhHEPzMQqemJGgBbAxinNCaxtC4yTc/s1600-h/DSC00517.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZI-eLXAgEFdwSS06C-NWO5Ku2sDox1ZkD35mQjoEJ5o6tQSjaXdFEJwTrWCzqJbuNM3WE7U1CLWuVOmeyWesHDS7TL4ju-W8BAqVfKEMhHEPzMQqemJGgBbAxinNCaxtC4yTc/s400/DSC00517.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355232234377954002" /></a><br /><br />Krispycake and I. haha I didn't take pics of our short "thriller" moments. <br /><br /><br />Check out the resto. Pardon the darkness..they didn't shine the light on Buddha. But yeah thats the fine dining bit, right above the Buddha Bar below. Its magnificent man. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvuevv4UDft01AA1FAfex9qvwFALeIIF-SG7a5zY9fhSatrKKW0KVdO1HfPsv3my7fkXz3LzaUo_kq_0wdf8nvgweL4zh65jRjgLkNFhNCd06Zi-txyPMiKH6yodpuBZ1pamA2/s1600-h/DSC00556.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvuevv4UDft01AA1FAfex9qvwFALeIIF-SG7a5zY9fhSatrKKW0KVdO1HfPsv3my7fkXz3LzaUo_kq_0wdf8nvgweL4zh65jRjgLkNFhNCd06Zi-txyPMiKH6yodpuBZ1pamA2/s400/DSC00556.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355238187140041826" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibxuraJsReEZ7kTtL8s2AJtQNUQ1GNN6ylvczHnn5LIrY58SMz94_w5fDXRXLYL7vAnTlDI2nrT3LnqYWbPfsA0TZlSu8cBjRaxMcjpxU5AdyIkTupByR6QNiqBXmogSlAz27A/s1600-h/DSC00560.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibxuraJsReEZ7kTtL8s2AJtQNUQ1GNN6ylvczHnn5LIrY58SMz94_w5fDXRXLYL7vAnTlDI2nrT3LnqYWbPfsA0TZlSu8cBjRaxMcjpxU5AdyIkTupByR6QNiqBXmogSlAz27A/s400/DSC00560.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355239686547008578" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXfbf96MHnZywp1Oqz-4rmxPxdQRD1iZoeNtz7fQhdeVRwzxgLUYNlPx8Tj0sl1GKzVVArMsHc1hmaMpuig2K9dCNlYCmR7yEtVeVhj7SKVOI3AmPcjyksGXsUTHLje-HFX7HB/s1600-h/DSC00562.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXfbf96MHnZywp1Oqz-4rmxPxdQRD1iZoeNtz7fQhdeVRwzxgLUYNlPx8Tj0sl1GKzVVArMsHc1hmaMpuig2K9dCNlYCmR7yEtVeVhj7SKVOI3AmPcjyksGXsUTHLje-HFX7HB/s400/DSC00562.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355250738351410114" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6Uo1C4_q31RkLPqp0JVDnzLZ2-VTfxVE0iLizHq97ecP4wSC7E4IjpW8mZqPLXPtcjmx0Ah5cyCG09ktIFbjs23eyvXAHt1TNtyomR5CJHxGFpC-6f6vgLgY-avI8LUa_jo6K/s1600-h/DSC00564.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6Uo1C4_q31RkLPqp0JVDnzLZ2-VTfxVE0iLizHq97ecP4wSC7E4IjpW8mZqPLXPtcjmx0Ah5cyCG09ktIFbjs23eyvXAHt1TNtyomR5CJHxGFpC-6f6vgLgY-avI8LUa_jo6K/s400/DSC00564.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355253890426610978" /></a><br /><br />If i loved cigars, i'd puff up here and feel like the King of the world. With my tea of course. Cigarettes just don't slice it.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDPPbMS5hyq_RkuLJWCx-fwyAktvi3sAeKkTUzJASNdoyhLhTbmmq2fQZ9h2l0CIFmkjtogiQF7Cfxxr1xMKhWMdh0_V1tdoZZ5D5gi5BMPDySs6EbHL8YzFsliAdU9sRuMpih/s1600-h/DSC00552.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDPPbMS5hyq_RkuLJWCx-fwyAktvi3sAeKkTUzJASNdoyhLhTbmmq2fQZ9h2l0CIFmkjtogiQF7Cfxxr1xMKhWMdh0_V1tdoZZ5D5gi5BMPDySs6EbHL8YzFsliAdU9sRuMpih/s400/DSC00552.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355235761585820578" /></a><br /><br />In the buggy of course. hehe.<br /><br />Then there's my worn down room that Klaud has conquered. We're planning to hack down the walls so it will appear bigger. Dont know if it will affect the weight or what not.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtB3Ng8cTB7ExNEgQ-8I-bfFT3d5Y-W14NcUS-UnOIL3ewgwQOL5oWT2hcpR6I_KqXaHx3fkNX4DVA1RPTtmpq974qIIPhP-DDNjQQX6WgDrGfS3R8HYhAT7f5bklS0B3VIqfO/s1600-h/DSC00544.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtB3Ng8cTB7ExNEgQ-8I-bfFT3d5Y-W14NcUS-UnOIL3ewgwQOL5oWT2hcpR6I_KqXaHx3fkNX4DVA1RPTtmpq974qIIPhP-DDNjQQX6WgDrGfS3R8HYhAT7f5bklS0B3VIqfO/s400/DSC00544.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355263642029403090" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPGAQR1r9VxvD8KthhlomUf3r_sOe9Z9IhXsEC1zMxKqt3qShvFr2mo5h4TUxeUyUgTgeG6LDKs0RGhfzfzai4tX7iyNLvHHd84keDNkxCkhNezHHCa1JN2xDs-WjTBcUaOD0H/s1600-h/DSC00542.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPGAQR1r9VxvD8KthhlomUf3r_sOe9Z9IhXsEC1zMxKqt3qShvFr2mo5h4TUxeUyUgTgeG6LDKs0RGhfzfzai4tX7iyNLvHHd84keDNkxCkhNezHHCa1JN2xDs-WjTBcUaOD0H/s400/DSC00542.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355615578177721170" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQMEfRVv4JBXchMLBgyDj_can2XgkyhPMTeor2btahGksJpqjihTwVaSsLh-rTWz1I3E2cshKXIweuteASGOsCFKrUSKKr9t1_SA_N0UzBCCiCEVVMF1HUCr9AXO900i3Us6zY/s1600-h/DSC00541.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQMEfRVv4JBXchMLBgyDj_can2XgkyhPMTeor2btahGksJpqjihTwVaSsLh-rTWz1I3E2cshKXIweuteASGOsCFKrUSKKr9t1_SA_N0UzBCCiCEVVMF1HUCr9AXO900i3Us6zY/s400/DSC00541.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355617868341370706" /></a><br /><br /><strong>ORDER 2</strong><br /><br />THE STREET FOOD. MENTENG MANIA.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghFgErR-oS799QtwNPfPxPlh05pdYxTjsoJvkY91BKezUeR28rZ1wjqrRVb1j3XhzGTxK1XeQvyCr44SIkjjf563XDeV1iI8gOt8HTvlhVCbEMNysVNbATwM0d0GEbtqkMiN7J/s1600-h/DSC00569.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghFgErR-oS799QtwNPfPxPlh05pdYxTjsoJvkY91BKezUeR28rZ1wjqrRVb1j3XhzGTxK1XeQvyCr44SIkjjf563XDeV1iI8gOt8HTvlhVCbEMNysVNbATwM0d0GEbtqkMiN7J/s400/DSC00569.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355620602866736450" /></a><br /><br />Don and Putput<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL5HiqXvqLtf4XIlNZBlE4TEtURmY3nR5BZlkjBTOTnSkKTZsdMqEKp87tPWtVkXx20IKg52f26AXUOy2wn83pv4Y1pv7b3HE-LFzdmjEtCez40wmsaqWCIdbKOoh9e3CP1EvG/s1600-h/DSC00572.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL5HiqXvqLtf4XIlNZBlE4TEtURmY3nR5BZlkjBTOTnSkKTZsdMqEKp87tPWtVkXx20IKg52f26AXUOy2wn83pv4Y1pv7b3HE-LFzdmjEtCez40wmsaqWCIdbKOoh9e3CP1EvG/s400/DSC00572.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355627464913742034" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWnryNAsjetnu8Sgdt6GKwtO1BcoGcjZedmfhTz6QR1ZAF_hIrkZVW1eRz1Pf-3wJm6JNKheuOO88vC1YWTqxOurnEb0XMH-sEXQ3qQCd8LnkSIavgzlYmsQ61S4hKEvHHWkF4/s1600-h/DSC00573.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWnryNAsjetnu8Sgdt6GKwtO1BcoGcjZedmfhTz6QR1ZAF_hIrkZVW1eRz1Pf-3wJm6JNKheuOO88vC1YWTqxOurnEb0XMH-sEXQ3qQCd8LnkSIavgzlYmsQ61S4hKEvHHWkF4/s400/DSC00573.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355629295816751602" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdNyrUn7rwReQXz9iSKSTaAgplNWThQVZ3gFOlAsD0E1Ouu-wDynVCazQRv_YAm5ONSgkqqktGZnZE7mGsfcXZWhJLm4JJQQCSNhpofqhd7dHNz5XRsVrJldQCqLXG91NaeEB7/s1600-h/DSC00571.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdNyrUn7rwReQXz9iSKSTaAgplNWThQVZ3gFOlAsD0E1Ouu-wDynVCazQRv_YAm5ONSgkqqktGZnZE7mGsfcXZWhJLm4JJQQCSNhpofqhd7dHNz5XRsVrJldQCqLXG91NaeEB7/s400/DSC00571.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355633889849200466" /></a><br /><br /><strong>ORDER 3 </strong><br /><br />THE WEDDING BIT<br />on a beautiful SUNDAY. Teddy and Sinda's afternoon reception in their backyard.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzS94f5lCrnrMlxp868nNqGw0sE62b1otXEx4vHk28ax9vj6BADGqUkm_i8oxKg1Fjq9-yebPTKmKXqLI5zF86WCZ0R3yFbS4DIZ8TqGOl4VW50X_yt-dexCGkIEAwa_4V7J9B/s1600-h/DSC00574.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzS94f5lCrnrMlxp868nNqGw0sE62b1otXEx4vHk28ax9vj6BADGqUkm_i8oxKg1Fjq9-yebPTKmKXqLI5zF86WCZ0R3yFbS4DIZ8TqGOl4VW50X_yt-dexCGkIEAwa_4V7J9B/s400/DSC00574.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355635404076464850" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-u9bkr65xHOD4tq4ZWqyQiKfvM9tvF7RaOepX9GAhjBJvZHN3VZcaSFmYkarZl0x7mw1EAbS9E8pfmC5hZ4NLKE-nUDihfFJqebnZU9zmwctBqhi-bEHZamTF_S6931Z-J5m-/s1600-h/DSC00575.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-u9bkr65xHOD4tq4ZWqyQiKfvM9tvF7RaOepX9GAhjBJvZHN3VZcaSFmYkarZl0x7mw1EAbS9E8pfmC5hZ4NLKE-nUDihfFJqebnZU9zmwctBqhi-bEHZamTF_S6931Z-J5m-/s400/DSC00575.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355637244372013730" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTF5o8OYy9D_XxKJe4-Nt8x3JyHIMB_nipbnIEXuOHg4Hc8OZ3VmHpt6qTW9LOA7W2KioCdoVBuCO6qzlz5jvuFbg5diLMKHKkH2eoIU8u_AMHRERt70Va8kifA1cmHLG1Zo_t/s1600-h/DSC00579.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTF5o8OYy9D_XxKJe4-Nt8x3JyHIMB_nipbnIEXuOHg4Hc8OZ3VmHpt6qTW9LOA7W2KioCdoVBuCO6qzlz5jvuFbg5diLMKHKkH2eoIU8u_AMHRERt70Va8kifA1cmHLG1Zo_t/s400/DSC00579.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355977861358498146" /></a><br /><br />The traditional bride<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLf9Vq5xFSqRFlgbzC65ECy4i2jmZQyfNCaQS2egVyUyZ7sowho_QnXbFcDRExJaxXrFc_7DTx9He5HZPY-bCdUHSHEsnw5OaaH-P8f30-SzWon3QwnJcIsI8Lem_1sC59b3an/s1600-h/DSC00582.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLf9Vq5xFSqRFlgbzC65ECy4i2jmZQyfNCaQS2egVyUyZ7sowho_QnXbFcDRExJaxXrFc_7DTx9He5HZPY-bCdUHSHEsnw5OaaH-P8f30-SzWon3QwnJcIsI8Lem_1sC59b3an/s400/DSC00582.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355979075348505778" /></a><br /><br />Me.Abu.Dono<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFwUJeEC94dd4ovfHZCRXNVDcRnwvBQSAALtAa3P9SrgdP1oIlBanlFw4fzko4d5_bs-7-Y5FdpsDHjSk7XifubrhXKj-xuDLg9Uvt_9qqgnkzo_wssBGo-gL9ZPP1sWHNes36/s1600-h/DSC00583.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFwUJeEC94dd4ovfHZCRXNVDcRnwvBQSAALtAa3P9SrgdP1oIlBanlFw4fzko4d5_bs-7-Y5FdpsDHjSk7XifubrhXKj-xuDLg9Uvt_9qqgnkzo_wssBGo-gL9ZPP1sWHNes36/s400/DSC00583.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355980363612321330" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisV0KN-a6iYNUCDSz7EjGPbNAWSgvU1Xgi73SCaXzVsDXccYH354PAVHF0bOPQd4MLcYhOgxODMeq7QfFRT7KrrkpCcPKgP_ZBWQtA9WLpMQNxZDq5P22f1y_GJkWiLrXhdyOs/s1600-h/DSC00595.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisV0KN-a6iYNUCDSz7EjGPbNAWSgvU1Xgi73SCaXzVsDXccYH354PAVHF0bOPQd4MLcYhOgxODMeq7QfFRT7KrrkpCcPKgP_ZBWQtA9WLpMQNxZDq5P22f1y_GJkWiLrXhdyOs/s400/DSC00595.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355982255630971458" /></a><br /><br />me.saskia.krispycake<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkGm56FhhCxN4uSca8OWqaJjjUN0hFUwyHoWKh3GmBtaf7Z3RugOGYSK2zn2h5oiz8-pX2tnPWA2BrtSc55EhInFkFVz3o6cgGZlGMbFhPfg2hZuW3srz48tfbTzhIOZfzzs9S/s1600-h/DSC00589.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkGm56FhhCxN4uSca8OWqaJjjUN0hFUwyHoWKh3GmBtaf7Z3RugOGYSK2zn2h5oiz8-pX2tnPWA2BrtSc55EhInFkFVz3o6cgGZlGMbFhPfg2hZuW3srz48tfbTzhIOZfzzs9S/s400/DSC00589.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355983387084076610" /></a><br /><br />Bride and Groom say hello<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLaYhDHoVyhsuWciDxGpzSeMieJT_BwZod1V8yfkDFkcVaTPFh2ZOMrDVeThjZn2LvpsdAFCDlaSG42uyeBx35S1qfixdbVg13B3sT2qQWV_EJxQjWgc5i5SoNeF3m1G_mKcZ4/s1600-h/DSC00596.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLaYhDHoVyhsuWciDxGpzSeMieJT_BwZod1V8yfkDFkcVaTPFh2ZOMrDVeThjZn2LvpsdAFCDlaSG42uyeBx35S1qfixdbVg13B3sT2qQWV_EJxQjWgc5i5SoNeF3m1G_mKcZ4/s400/DSC00596.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355985109877504626" /></a><br /><br /><br />By the way, just for adders. I bought a chalk board and i am loving it.<br />Gonna get one more for the kitchen. write my recipes and shit. :p <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxyQYyMpE3YTAqY-ApTSXW66ah1O_5zexICHjXk-zBDbGKmhirGei9T5dTY14YBdjBZCp0sl4Ws8_BMStKrGOchQ3tRrzO6ruQBrVvLckZ3Y2XG58zq0Oe1ywdEa1t4aDyv24D/s1600-h/DSC00503.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxyQYyMpE3YTAqY-ApTSXW66ah1O_5zexICHjXk-zBDbGKmhirGei9T5dTY14YBdjBZCp0sl4Ws8_BMStKrGOchQ3tRrzO6ruQBrVvLckZ3Y2XG58zq0Oe1ywdEa1t4aDyv24D/s400/DSC00503.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355987222754011602" /></a><br /><br />And it's a wrap.Accidental yet Minor Oucheshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01149765326241013172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9752641.post-4550089984515042802009-07-01T20:17:00.000-07:002009-07-01T22:31:36.595-07:00the confused line-upI realized this blog always vents out anger. For a change. I should lessen down on the self-whining and proceed to personal enlightenment. Atleast when i re-scroll, my writing won't be too heavy-bitchy on me. <br /><br />After a few years of getting to know KL city. Im starting to feel more at home actually. I am after all Malaysian. Ic semua ada. I never really bothered to decorate, paint, or do any major do-ups for my bedroom. But if u check out my room in Jakarta, it is filled with magazine cut ups, Esquire mag covers, favorite brands. Looks like a messy fashion hall of fame. Not to mention my Tim Burton goodies. When nightmare before xmas came out, i went insane, i put it on my xmas list of "i wants" to my friends. Forgot who bought it for me. Its one of my fava gifts. Anyways,that room gives me memories. And now when i go home, my sisters made it hers and stuffed it with her cool new bed. I dont even know where my old bed is. Plus my closets filled with crap too. Lots of old clothes, sheets, bags, and perhaps DUSTmites by now? Recently, I've been trying to make myself feel at home. So i started small. And since im renting a middle-room with the jakartans here in KL, it is quite a fitting size. not too spacious or tight either. Just nice for me. :) They can take the master, god knows what they do in it. Nice balkon juga, ihh. Rabbits! <br /><br />The little doowops here.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTOZusVhs7htsfqH16DqAHwOHcLQ_qOzVbRg7P3VquScKCL-pmiXal8q9kHIPS7ZLBmAa8m5LFHeQtQ53fwVFtb0ujxRL7T9Y9J-uwGopnnXBJpk6QENhHg7pEGKwDNfjppA0q/s1600-h/DSC00419.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTOZusVhs7htsfqH16DqAHwOHcLQ_qOzVbRg7P3VquScKCL-pmiXal8q9kHIPS7ZLBmAa8m5LFHeQtQ53fwVFtb0ujxRL7T9Y9J-uwGopnnXBJpk6QENhHg7pEGKwDNfjppA0q/s320/DSC00419.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353713871396935794" /></a><br /><br />My Buddha Shrine.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6Ebt70UWffcumfGB8EjsE4Q1YMNQ93huylKYo_S6HtH8WujDUHhx5BfIE-vKTHp2OyE5NBvPBt9p8T_IhVGAKJR-J5rkW60Bf_Xbb3iJqAay3OIjvDpx3svtEntXdAVSHRSI7/s1600-h/DSC00420.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6Ebt70UWffcumfGB8EjsE4Q1YMNQ93huylKYo_S6HtH8WujDUHhx5BfIE-vKTHp2OyE5NBvPBt9p8T_IhVGAKJR-J5rkW60Bf_Xbb3iJqAay3OIjvDpx3svtEntXdAVSHRSI7/s320/DSC00420.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353716616158291378" /></a><br /><br />Close up of Buddha head and Magnolia bottle. Got the mag-bot from Ampang mall, Sunday = Market day. They have antiques and goodies. Some made-up some authentic.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUQKbQuPGXczFuY-0cZO_ed-kBTVlY4HMrD80Tsv88dSQlHlWP8NriIhamrirSdeE9FXuNutgBG2sG-UCcgC4BWdrNfvuE_NTXKaHFQBKEWN2o2bn-JLCj2ylYWD1a-rYCzCCC/s1600-h/DSC00421.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUQKbQuPGXczFuY-0cZO_ed-kBTVlY4HMrD80Tsv88dSQlHlWP8NriIhamrirSdeE9FXuNutgBG2sG-UCcgC4BWdrNfvuE_NTXKaHFQBKEWN2o2bn-JLCj2ylYWD1a-rYCzCCC/s320/DSC00421.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353717982880565426" /></a><br /><br />I call this my 'HANGMAN'. Keeps things organized. easy to find. practical. Space saver too.<br /><br /><strong><br />ABSOLUTELY ABSOLUTE VODKA @ ZETA BAR, HILTON</strong><br /><br />An old event update. I'm writing about this cuz the ABSOLUTE VODKA party to me was amazing. I was busy self-servicing myself, didn't wanna leave the twilights and vodka-filled martini glasses. Just wanted to sit around, puff around, and take shots on an empty tum. But I went there with workmates and I didn't really talk much or bother, just wanted to shoot some absolutes solo style. :)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyOYb1L_Uyb01Oa5-TYLIG-9g25I7JrfREFLo_vsogtJrzgiOxqRVnlP8NjhwGhzrwNMQRuzu8Bhb_A_mAgpcGy4_hpNgEUXx5Gv381377otKWYZh2GiUiLIJuWsOxhFdWg0-a/s1600-h/DSC00433.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyOYb1L_Uyb01Oa5-TYLIG-9g25I7JrfREFLo_vsogtJrzgiOxqRVnlP8NjhwGhzrwNMQRuzu8Bhb_A_mAgpcGy4_hpNgEUXx5Gv381377otKWYZh2GiUiLIJuWsOxhFdWg0-a/s320/DSC00433.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353697568411016562" /></a><br />Lights, oh lights.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglR1Me-WnZ8dJ6TmspteaQ02ism88izZcck6qpe5U9JYe6YR_4rhG-ySb-EImZ59EMc7ViK0s9tk-67PwRZI-o0BJnfw9pJW1puWB8Yvz0aOTsHgwhrp6uenxfCKNzUEcIBFK4/s1600-h/DSC00435.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglR1Me-WnZ8dJ6TmspteaQ02ism88izZcck6qpe5U9JYe6YR_4rhG-ySb-EImZ59EMc7ViK0s9tk-67PwRZI-o0BJnfw9pJW1puWB8Yvz0aOTsHgwhrp6uenxfCKNzUEcIBFK4/s320/DSC00435.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353698972000138466" /></a><br />VODKA line up. Absolutely. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5AivScFSMOOi7y9WHgwsNtosLETA04GQWgk06kG7693ZQzqF6FEulFY3_1DC3auORDmuqS9zb6Nb_9GLrHWQw67yy0rbjQEyP3WdtPmzwq4cyVx0DoHsYPbiJrJWbF58I_Wip/s1600-h/DSC00442.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5AivScFSMOOi7y9WHgwsNtosLETA04GQWgk06kG7693ZQzqF6FEulFY3_1DC3auORDmuqS9zb6Nb_9GLrHWQw67yy0rbjQEyP3WdtPmzwq4cyVx0DoHsYPbiJrJWbF58I_Wip/s320/DSC00442.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353706970319692482" /></a><br />cold, fresh..u name it<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmyxiBaRwSnogHoUndNpxz8VC1PgZ5I5KDkMiVGq8xdYloJEfEpMihulw1iurHYiTGuaQEybyMQuJ7kz6MVy8N9UkhmUWWvRFt-G1osWMuL5OHAI24hQ3kj8D4WFExaHc3jcpd/s1600-h/DSC00441.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmyxiBaRwSnogHoUndNpxz8VC1PgZ5I5KDkMiVGq8xdYloJEfEpMihulw1iurHYiTGuaQEybyMQuJ7kz6MVy8N9UkhmUWWvRFt-G1osWMuL5OHAI24hQ3kj8D4WFExaHc3jcpd/s320/DSC00441.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353710588267905458" /></a><br />The SPOON man, the SPOOOON. awesomeness.<br />Too bad I didn't steal it. It was worth the rob.<br /><br />First check out the Esquire mag cover this month. <br />Brilliant ya think?<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWnqWznCqQW-HBJGV4bsHEfhXYjycS5iS9gYMezSiPn9K5o1lmX2_RoizVNv9yOCAbOJw4newO0v6nh4aZImQ-aAjvbNrCsQc7qOk1s0g_7EioMCQnXjDdjfIpvjcQs0CUgYjL/s1600-h/esquire+bar.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWnqWznCqQW-HBJGV4bsHEfhXYjycS5iS9gYMezSiPn9K5o1lmX2_RoizVNv9yOCAbOJw4newO0v6nh4aZImQ-aAjvbNrCsQc7qOk1s0g_7EioMCQnXjDdjfIpvjcQs0CUgYjL/s320/esquire+bar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353720109388032754" /></a><br /><br />Haha, i just realized I don't put many pics up. Cuz im a big time bummer. But today, it will be up. 'RECENT' pics can mean months ago. for peeps like me. hehe. I have a camera, but I barely take shots. I should force myself to...make full use of it too. Nextime tho, here's a line up. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6I2mZ6rbYlN0sCWGkKKGW-rb1P3d1YrbmUWsXX0NlGS9vsFsDr1tQRGuRVKd3BJXyS4qyN-XggW5NpBG6djcDhV1E7Uv_y9KG5ItpKMJXmK1tIQdXYZw8LLsfUCaHkgc7JMsX/s1600-h/4882_99743882820_506907820_2474549_2979181_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 243px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6I2mZ6rbYlN0sCWGkKKGW-rb1P3d1YrbmUWsXX0NlGS9vsFsDr1tQRGuRVKd3BJXyS4qyN-XggW5NpBG6djcDhV1E7Uv_y9KG5ItpKMJXmK1tIQdXYZw8LLsfUCaHkgc7JMsX/s320/4882_99743882820_506907820_2474549_2979181_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353720508116115122" /></a><br /><br />6th Newman Anniversary<br />Me. Celeste. Elya. The night ended well. <br /><br /><br /><br /><strong>Barsonic Night out a few weeks back. Here's a row of em..haha I'm just so disorganized.</strong><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBvXozrGC9ed1ui1gW5I-rMP84djAR0wwdTjpt9UiZq6vT59m0pPr-4RxzF_FTrXocR8EaeS_dxmgQyK8vFS7yhR-4eJMijXCE72AQrEz3SsEYAXxawQD9gYKKYrd0oOrTsiWd/s1600-h/4823_216487285081_540290081_7346623_3279613_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBvXozrGC9ed1ui1gW5I-rMP84djAR0wwdTjpt9UiZq6vT59m0pPr-4RxzF_FTrXocR8EaeS_dxmgQyK8vFS7yhR-4eJMijXCE72AQrEz3SsEYAXxawQD9gYKKYrd0oOrTsiWd/s320/4823_216487285081_540290081_7346623_3279613_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353728270463785442" /></a><br /><br />I am part Babboon part Malaysian. :D<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmLFp3uGL_1aAa3P0qSronZ-gXbw5QhH-Tt3VoNFSnYh8j-fQaKIr2cQcCh_byUyzAosk9ureoUupGXSEsjLho5d7_B_QGmYWlPfJgRjLb7RnIGTSISNYJt70zMlwuXvLuIBmC/s1600-h/4823_216484190081_540290081_7346536_3246813_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmLFp3uGL_1aAa3P0qSronZ-gXbw5QhH-Tt3VoNFSnYh8j-fQaKIr2cQcCh_byUyzAosk9ureoUupGXSEsjLho5d7_B_QGmYWlPfJgRjLb7RnIGTSISNYJt70zMlwuXvLuIBmC/s320/4823_216484190081_540290081_7346536_3246813_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353726457779253394" /></a><br /><br />Purr or roar you say Rach? I say neither neither.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKuc2jmTEsUXYzbRc6qXbYRj4wq9wIEngYk7OJrNJk0diF-nQiBnvu-I-6wi8GJjbUy8R5mi4T1BXgnefbKh3NloRauVxC97R9ViZKSdy8xeROoc0B1jd2dFIGNka8WmPb-o9s/s1600-h/4823_216480620081_540290081_7346399_5810212_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKuc2jmTEsUXYzbRc6qXbYRj4wq9wIEngYk7OJrNJk0diF-nQiBnvu-I-6wi8GJjbUy8R5mi4T1BXgnefbKh3NloRauVxC97R9ViZKSdy8xeROoc0B1jd2dFIGNka8WmPb-o9s/s320/4823_216480620081_540290081_7346399_5810212_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353727228684267202" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1DoKLwTiL8KeIAiFl4b3LvjBXmeHBN0zGmnsLN79-7no5Y2ke7C8JpP3V-p3XkCiDb1TpZVQ6Die9rCgLw6TPvpyGvJ_bZcPuvjIGRDx301tOpLyyTOCljqrNIZqmxppydrNI/s1600-h/4823_216485425081_540290081_7346560_4376633_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1DoKLwTiL8KeIAiFl4b3LvjBXmeHBN0zGmnsLN79-7no5Y2ke7C8JpP3V-p3XkCiDb1TpZVQ6Die9rCgLw6TPvpyGvJ_bZcPuvjIGRDx301tOpLyyTOCljqrNIZqmxppydrNI/s320/4823_216485425081_540290081_7346560_4376633_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353727798934589042" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5ZzhZDJoFciQX4AUOj73B-7ApVyau7siqlKAAkn3SGoaqHuuTyCJ4Q1CU_JV0GPBZtr5f2PkI5SMAeHwtxhPxUIrGC_QDdbTkwCx33qn_9JyusJQ6PCUFgSZqkfUkpYoUd38m/s1600-h/4823_216487275081_540290081_7346621_6939116_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5ZzhZDJoFciQX4AUOj73B-7ApVyau7siqlKAAkn3SGoaqHuuTyCJ4Q1CU_JV0GPBZtr5f2PkI5SMAeHwtxhPxUIrGC_QDdbTkwCx33qn_9JyusJQ6PCUFgSZqkfUkpYoUd38m/s320/4823_216487275081_540290081_7346621_6939116_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353728131922327282" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVyIH3vBBxovET3hw-pS3DmHdwkj4exHrMq_PlEJCjDHsITULTok4YU57r_tWT4j8WzqOipvnprL1H-g0VJ_SdYO23tBrboHZb1PW3mzkl1Ae_VxhNijKnkj7Y_8ZNaDadIscD/s1600-h/4823_216492495081_540290081_7346865_6372536_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVyIH3vBBxovET3hw-pS3DmHdwkj4exHrMq_PlEJCjDHsITULTok4YU57r_tWT4j8WzqOipvnprL1H-g0VJ_SdYO23tBrboHZb1PW3mzkl1Ae_VxhNijKnkj7Y_8ZNaDadIscD/s320/4823_216492495081_540290081_7346865_6372536_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353728529303699330" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Alright lunch break folks. TATA.Accidental yet Minor Oucheshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01149765326241013172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9752641.post-22301798253865260382009-06-29T19:32:00.000-07:002009-06-29T20:37:39.291-07:00weekend doodleA MUST DO<br />TRIBUTE TO MJ <br />before weekend doodle.<br /><br />Yeah you heard me, the talented freak show who so happens to be the King of our time. The bugger that E! channel has been criticizing for nearly a decade because it generates income and it makes people laugh (including myself). Plus he takes up the top-half of E’s 101 most shocking stories. He usually is the icing of that show too.<br /> One episode about MJ dangling his newborn over the balcony, the other about his heartbreaking plastic nose, his hair blowing up in flames during one of his performances, and his paedophilic intentions of throwing slumber parties in Neverland. After laughing so hard, so much, till it nearly gave me abs by the way, his death really did take a toll on my perception. Not just me, I’m sure. <br /><br />Everyone’s hogging the radio with lines like “tragic, tragic, really.” And before this they were all like “wtf is up with his nose man, what a freak” or “I ain’t letting my kids near that paedo.” It’s amazing how hypocritical everyone is, I blame it on E! mostly and other forms of media. Because I fell for it too. <br />The highlight of all E stories is our King of Pop Michael Jackson. Who passed away on Thursday at the age of 50. Apparently he collapsed in his pad, was sent to UCLA medical centre due to a cardiac arrest hence gave in to a coma, and stopped breathing. It’s confirmed alright. But I do think he will be back to give us some “black or white” action. Like the rise of MJ in the year 3000. <br /><br />WHY OUR CONDOLENCES?<br /><br />1.Face it, he is the King of Pop. He has moonwalked his popularity all over the world and his songs are inspirational. <br /><br />2. It takes quite a set of balls to dye yourself WHITE! (although it also means super dupa major low self-esteem issues, but oh well, we feel sorry dont we?)<br /><br />3. That guys been yelled at, screamed at, abused mentally and physically<br /><br />4. He looks like he hasn't eaten for years<br /><br />5. He lost his nose years ago <br /><br />6. He takes up E! Channel's 101<br /><br />7. Has his bodyguard to umbrella him under the hot sun (incase he melts)<br /><br />8. Didn't have the chance to make his major comeback<br /><br />9. Without MJ, you can forget about 'THRILLER, EARTH SONG, BILLIE JEAN, BEAT IT, DO YOU REMEMBER THE TIME, SMOOTH CRIMINAL' (there's lots more)<br /><br />Another tribute to Farah. And it's not tap water 'faucet' peeps.<br />ps: Here's to Farah Fawcett. She was one of the Charlie's angels. Indeed she was the curly-haired glamour but she was way before my time, but she did represent an era of golden curls, twiggy legs, big smiles, and the all American woman. So may she rest properly and go to heaven. She is an angel after all. :)<br /><br /><br />WEEKEND 26-28 june<br /><br />Went to Singapore to check out the great sale with MAMMIO. Figured it wasn't so great, bought something 10% off. And they were STEVE MADDEN sandals. Still a lil pricey but if i bought it anywhere else, it's gonna cost a tsunami. Yeah, thats all i bought. And i was looking for beef stix but they didn't have it. Boo hoo to that.<br /><br />The highlight of the trip was going back to JB. I miss Jb. Absolutely love how the town makes me feel. Notorious as it may seem, ghetto, dodgy too but always my Mother's hometown. So technically, its my hometown too. I have a lot of childhood memories planted there. In the past, we used to visit Gramps and Grans at the Kebunteh house and go out for family dinners at LUCKY restaurant in Tebrau. Then all the cousins would just gamble with the cards or play badminton outside the garden.There was a routine, thats why I liked visiting. Foods great too, I know Penang is popular with the dishes, but JB does have its awesome food. <br /><br />I can't wait to go home. I miss my friends, the cafe hopping, the cheap cigs, the clubs, the music, the family, the shoppang.<br /><br />Of all the things in the world, my mums been bugging me to buy MARMITE back home. I'm just like heh? MARMITE? thats all? And you're pestering me on it like I have to sign some papers. Marmite it is then. I LOVE MARMITE TOO. hehe :D BOVRIL blows. VEGEMITE so-so. boleh-boleh. So lets leave it at that. There are pics but i need to upload em first. too malesh.<br /><br />Laters.Accidental yet Minor Oucheshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01149765326241013172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9752641.post-17773189139226624412009-06-09T21:00:00.000-07:002009-06-09T22:32:46.650-07:00This weeks a total downer..well so far.Cramp de la cramp is back to give me some bad moodswings.<br /><br />I haven't been writing for quite a while now. It's been a tough week for me, moving here and there, feeling sick and having to deal with many annoying faces around my face is not exactly the easiest task in the world.<br /><br />I thought about my life. How I always make time for my friends and how most of them take advantage of that, thinking that I'll always be there for them.And the one day I can't make it, they act as though I've missed out on some special occasion. Puhlease.<br />And the worst thing is when i get to the core of their problem, they start whining even more and more. That fuckin drives me nuts. Everyones self-centered, but hey sometimes I keep my worries in and try not to care about my own issues too much. I get sick talking about my troubles, worries, regrets, stress. What's the point talking so much about yourself? You already know everything there is to know about yourself.<br /><br />This is how the conversations go with most of em (in general).<br /><br /><strong><br />Me: Hey are you alright, wutts up?<br />Anonymous: Oh..um nothing really.<br />Me: Aite.<br />Anonymous: I've been damn stressed out yknow bel, boss and clients killing me to the maximum core! I can't take it, i wanna go die. (this happens nearly everyday. The 'i wanna die' part. Then you got the big wavy gestures of hands, constipated expressions. yada yada)<br />Me: Dude, just chill out man...what do you expect. You're in the line of work. And you like it too.<br />Anonymous: I love my job, I just hate it though.<br />Me: uhuh.<br />Anonymous: Anyways enough about me, how about you? Life good?<br />Me:Well um...yeahh...holding on to the pole<br />Anonymous: And you know that day, they kept bitching in the office. I really wanna go and fuck em till they die. Hate those stupid clients. Ahhhhh!<br />Me: Yep<br />Anonymous: (goes on from square one to square one)</strong><br /><br />Then you got the self-praisers (these are the biggest losers of them all)<br /><br /><strong>Anonymous: Hey bel you gonna go for the event?<br />Me: No i wasn't invited.<br />Anonymous: Howcome? They dont know you? Well, they know me cuz i'm special (and she means it..pfft..)<br />Me: Aite whatevs<br />Anonymous: So how you want the invite or not? I just ask and i'll get it for sure. But you'll be with the regulars. Im in VIP.<br />Me: sure thing, as long as i get to chill im cool.<br />Anonymous: But you wont get to enjoy the VIP privileges. You'll be squashed down there with all of em. haha..You know one of the owners dig me, so they just give me passes whenever. He kept trying to get into my pants and i told him NO. I mean, he was so fuckin ugly to begin with and besides..i only go for hot guys. I won't even settle for OKAY-LOOKING.<br />Me: yeah yeah (wondering if she's ever mirrored herself, she ain't that great either)</strong><br /><br />Even if you were awesome looking, it's such a super duper turn-off to say such things. That's more rotten than spoilt. It's just a roll-on-the-floor omfagging lord.<br /><br /><br />Then you got the one-liners. <br /><br /><strong>Me: So hey what did you do today?<br />Anonymous: Nothing much. You?<br />Me: Oh work. lunch. dinner with u right now.<br />Anonymous: Oh ok. cool.<br />(silence for a very long time in fact)<br />Me: So umm...whats up with life, hows it going for ya?<br />Anonymous. Good. You?<br />Me: Great, I learned how to make pizza today. Got slashed on drinks in barsonic lastnight too. You been there?<br />Anonymous: Sometimes i go. Sometimes i don't.<br />(silence AGAIN for a very long time, its not even awkward anymore)<br />Me: So what did you eat? (ran out of questions to string)<br />Anonymous: Oh just a chicken pie (utters and keeps silent again)<br />Me: (I think fuck this shit, i ain't wasting my time. I'm going home.)</strong><br /><br />And before i forget, the emo-beggars (I call em emo-beggars because they indirectly beg for sympathy, recognition, the whole bag of goodies they dont deserve. And it ain't trick or treat, u aint gonna get shit.)<br /><br /><strong>Me: Hey wat is up?<br />Anonymous: I'm not feeling too good man<br />Me: Cmon lighten up, its just a phony issue<br />Anonymous: No its not bel, u dont understand. I gave her my all. I did everything I could. <br />Me: Yeah so chill out, ur obviously not in the wrong.<br />Anonymous: You dont get it. Im pissed off.<br />Me: Pissed off? Over small shit like that? its not a big deal<br />Anonymous: Cuz you dont know what im feeling inside<br />Me: Okay tell me then. (holy shit, wtf)<br />Anonymous: I deserve better than this bel, really do. I gave my all to all my friends, they treat me like dirt. I even protect them, bash up the boys if i could. I used to be gangster..dont be fooled..better watch out before i get violent.<br />Me: (lost in translation) sorry?<br />Anonymous: Ah nevermind. I just need to get laid la.<br />Me: who with?<br />Anonymous: If i wanna get laid, i dont have a problem la. You see my phonebook? Its loaded with hot chicks that would lay me. All i need to do is give em a ring and they'll be there.<br />Me: Then why are you here with me?<br />Anonymous: Cuz i dont feel like getting laid with the hotties.<br />Me: But you just said you wanted to.<br />Anonymous: Ahh..intro me to some hotties dude.<br />Me: Let ur phonebook do the intro man. since ur all pro and shit.<br />Anonymous: That's right, but just not today. tired la.<br />Me: Uhuh seriously whatever man<br />Anonymous:you just don't know what i've been through bel, u have no clue.<br />Me: whaaa??? (you have no brain, thats that)</strong><br /><br />You see that? It's unbelievable. That guys truly an ass with no brains. I mean I dig assholes and cocky guys. But thats different, thats just plain dumb. <br /><br />There are actually people like that. The ones who waste your time in different ways. Not worth the listen. Not worth the thought actually.<br /><br />I used to be cool watching friends self-fuck themselves. Now, it's growing a little mundane and I keep thinking about watching Travel & Living to find out whats cooking with Anthony Bourdain. Honestly, that's much more entertaining? I don't feel like making time for people anytime, anywhere, whenever, wherever? I used to be that easy to get into hang-outs. I really wanna slow down so I can like chill out, scrub my feet or what not. <br /><br />The only time i'll truly hang out is if I truly FEEL like hanging out. <br />Man I think its time to cut my hair before I go all hobo on myself. The split-ends are making its way, the chipped nails, the eye rings, the bad diet, the sun. I feel like a gondrong master.<br /><br />This week has had plenty of bad moments. One was last night as I was tuned into 'Confessions of a Shopaholic'. It is by far the worst chick flick I have laid eyes on. THe direction was so tacky, the clothes worn were so 'AUNTY', and I found the entire movie a big flop. The only solid idea was the talking/moving mannequins. Yeah that was pretty much creative. But all in all, bad. sour. bitter. boring. I didn't really like 'Devil Wears Prada' either, but after having suffered through this one...i gotta hand it to devil wears prada for doing a good job. <br /><br />Cheers peeps. Im off for lunch.Accidental yet Minor Oucheshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01149765326241013172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9752641.post-45069807083508567532009-05-14T02:27:00.000-07:002009-05-14T03:00:50.038-07:00It's all about them triple 'M's aint it?
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<br />The Miri Jazz festival took place on the 8-9th May, 2009 and you bet that long weekend of work paid my happy ass off.
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<br />It was an awesome weekend of booze, buzz, and blabbering. Just sitting by the day and not bothering about tick-tocks was seventh heaven for me, as compared to having my ass glued in a cube and scrolling through the occasional google, fb, and google all over again, yes this was an absolute twist.
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<br />Despite the sun burn i brought back from pulau perhentian, I was happily surviving the heat out in Miri. The beach wasn't to die for but if you just look at it for what it was aligned with pretty palm trees, you're already escaping from the usual city life. So nothing to complain about there. But it was funny how Pascal was telling me that in France they take their beaches real seriously and even offer awards for the cleanest ones around. And then I thought to myself, just look at our bloody government. If there's barely any hope for the people, what more for a space of sand and waves? Ok, lets just scratch that.
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<br />Anyhoos the trip itself was very cultural and different for me. I am Malaysian, but I've never been to East Malaysia before and I personally rate it as a magnificent getaway. There's some sort of steady-relaxing-air about it. In the past, it was not cuz I never bothered to pay or book, it's just that the people in my circle prefer to get out of the country. When really, they just missed out on the word AWESOME right there. And here's a bitchy smile to them peeps who never bothered to go :)
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<br />Anyways,the chirpy bunch got their handicrafts and special Sarawakian souvenirs. I, on the other hand, bought dream weavers (pua kumbu) for Joe and Mur to help them ward off the bad aura, spirits, and to design sponge their L.A pad. I love getting ornaments and handicrafts for the house. And everywhere I go, a purchase must be made. Think of it as a stain on my time line.
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<br /><strong>this is how you pack Miri into a suitcase...</strong>
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<br />I absolutely enjoyed the city tour, making stops to the temple and watching Richard pay his religious dues for WESAK day was so interesting. Richard, is by far the biggest social whore in Malaysia. And I'll bet my ass on it that he ain't just a social magnet in KL, i'm sure he's a Global social whore. It's as if he's got all the continents behind his back there. And Richard, if you're reading this, it's actually a good thing. I am not one to backbitch. By the by, where are all those pics of you camwhoring? I didn't camwhore, i just followed your lead. And my oh my im sure they turned out to be slutty-slutty huh. :D
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<br />The temple was cool. They had like oriental tea tables out in the open, perfect for my regular Sunday brunches.
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<br /><strong>ANYHOOOOSSSS....</strong>
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<br />I can't help but relate to Joe's I double quote " " SINGAPOREAN" " joke. It was simple but it really had me there. I tested it on my city pals here and oh boy how they went crazy like a bunch of bitchslaps.
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<br />Here goes:
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<br />Where? Alfresco Cafe
<br />When? The First night
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<br />Joe: Bel, what is the best beer in the world?
<br />Me: Hmm...Heineken? (since i'm holding one)
<br />Joe: Nope!
<br />Me: Tiger beer? (because it's the best to me)
<br />Joe: Close but nope. (impatient to burst out the answer already)
<br />Me: Hoegarden? (already giving up on Joe's joke)
<br />Joe: Nope, close but nope.
<br />Me: Okay dude, i seriously give up man. (waiting for the sadness)
<br />Joe: Its.......(suspense, drums rollin..)..<strong>FREE BEER!</strong>
<br />Me: (gobsmacked in silence)
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<br />And as I was enjoying the first night of the fiesta with my yummy Mojito's, he threw the joke in again.
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<br />Joe: Bel, what's the best drink in the world?
<br />Me:Um...mojito? (enjoying my mojito)
<br />Joe: Nope
<br />Me:Iced lemon tea?
<br />Joe:haha nope... <strong>free drinks</strong>!
<br />Me: whatevs.
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<br />I didn't learn.
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<br />As it narrowed down to the first day of the Jazz Fest, I just felt really light-headed. Like I just wanted to let the breeze take control, let the music define the night, and of course let the several cups of MOJITO poison my night away. It did. It was a graceful event filled with talented people who really REALLY can't see how brilliant they are on stage. It would be cool to be musically inclined like the band boys. Too bad though cuz I enjoy being a part of the audience too much. :P
<br />Damn, and the second day was just another great night of goodbyes. The last taste you'll ever have of spectacular Jazz and yummy mojitos. Thoughts of going home to the city was one helluva frown. I definitely did not take this journey for granted, I granted it fully instead. :D
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<br /><strong>the mojito line</strong>
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<br /><strong>The MIRI cup!</strong></strong>
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<br />Game: French Dites vs Australian alamodes
<br />Score: 3-1
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<br />Alamode wins and takes back the invisible trophy. Dites34? Well, they looked happy. :P
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<br />Now i'm back here, missing the Miri air. Wishing I got the chance to renew this feeling. And i'm not sure if i'll be attending rainforest fest, seems like the accommodations are pancaked on the list. I think i'm just going to sit back this time. Get myself on track, still feeling a lil too relaxed. Yeah, right now I am airheaded.
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<br />Anyways, I will try to concoct my very own mojito mix too with the help of some guinea pigs around town perhaps? Yes, yes.
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<br />Cheers to Mojito's peeps, like to real good Mojito's.
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<br /><strong><em>Love, MRS.MOJITO</em></strong>Accidental yet Minor Oucheshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01149765326241013172noreply@blogger.com0