This weeks a total downer..well so far.

Cramp de la cramp is back to give me some bad moodswings.

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.

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.
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.

This is how the conversations go with most of em (in general).


Me: Hey are you alright, wutts up?
Anonymous: Oh..um nothing really.
Me: Aite.
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)
Me: Dude, just chill out man...what do you expect. You're in the line of work. And you like it too.
Anonymous: I love my job, I just hate it though.
Me: uhuh.
Anonymous: Anyways enough about me, how about you? Life good?
Me:Well um...yeahh...holding on to the pole
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!
Me: Yep
Anonymous: (goes on from square one to square one)

Then you got the self-praisers (these are the biggest losers of them all)

Anonymous: Hey bel you gonna go for the event?
Me: No i wasn't invited.
Anonymous: Howcome? They dont know you? Well, they know me cuz i'm special (and she means it..pfft..)
Me: Aite whatevs
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.
Me: sure thing, as long as i get to chill im cool.
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.
Me: yeah yeah (wondering if she's ever mirrored herself, she ain't that great either)

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.


Then you got the one-liners.

Me: So hey what did you do today?
Anonymous: Nothing much. You?
Me: Oh work. lunch. dinner with u right now.
Anonymous: Oh ok. cool.
(silence for a very long time in fact)
Me: So umm...whats up with life, hows it going for ya?
Anonymous. Good. You?
Me: Great, I learned how to make pizza today. Got slashed on drinks in barsonic lastnight too. You been there?
Anonymous: Sometimes i go. Sometimes i don't.
(silence AGAIN for a very long time, its not even awkward anymore)
Me: So what did you eat? (ran out of questions to string)
Anonymous: Oh just a chicken pie (utters and keeps silent again)
Me: (I think fuck this shit, i ain't wasting my time. I'm going home.)

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.)

Me: Hey wat is up?
Anonymous: I'm not feeling too good man
Me: Cmon lighten up, its just a phony issue
Anonymous: No its not bel, u dont understand. I gave her my all. I did everything I could.
Me: Yeah so chill out, ur obviously not in the wrong.
Anonymous: You dont get it. Im pissed off.
Me: Pissed off? Over small shit like that? its not a big deal
Anonymous: Cuz you dont know what im feeling inside
Me: Okay tell me then. (holy shit, wtf)
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.
Me: (lost in translation) sorry?
Anonymous: Ah nevermind. I just need to get laid la.
Me: who with?
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.
Me: Then why are you here with me?
Anonymous: Cuz i dont feel like getting laid with the hotties.
Me: But you just said you wanted to.
Anonymous: Ahh..intro me to some hotties dude.
Me: Let ur phonebook do the intro man. since ur all pro and shit.
Anonymous: That's right, but just not today. tired la.
Me: Uhuh seriously whatever man
Anonymous:you just don't know what i've been through bel, u have no clue.
Me: whaaa??? (you have no brain, thats that)

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.

There are actually people like that. The ones who waste your time in different ways. Not worth the listen. Not worth the thought actually.

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.

The only time i'll truly hang out is if I truly FEEL like hanging out.
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.

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.

Cheers peeps. Im off for lunch.

It's all about them triple 'M's aint it?

MUSIC. MIRI. MOJITOS.











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.

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.

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.

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 :)

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.



this is how you pack Miri into a suitcase...

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




The temple was cool. They had like oriental tea tables out in the open, perfect for my regular Sunday brunches.

ANYHOOOOSSSS....

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.

Here goes:

Where? Alfresco Cafe
When? The First night

Joe: Bel, what is the best beer in the world?
Me: Hmm...Heineken? (since i'm holding one)
Joe: Nope!
Me: Tiger beer? (because it's the best to me)
Joe: Close but nope. (impatient to burst out the answer already)
Me: Hoegarden? (already giving up on Joe's joke)
Joe: Nope, close but nope.
Me: Okay dude, i seriously give up man. (waiting for the sadness)
Joe: Its.......(suspense, drums rollin..)..FREE BEER!
Me: (gobsmacked in silence)

And as I was enjoying the first night of the fiesta with my yummy Mojito's, he threw the joke in again.

Joe: Bel, what's the best drink in the world?
Me:Um...mojito? (enjoying my mojito)
Joe: Nope
Me:Iced lemon tea?
Joe:haha nope... free drinks!
Me: whatevs.

I didn't learn.


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
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



the mojito line


The MIRI cup!

Game: French Dites vs Australian alamodes
Score: 3-1








Alamode wins and takes back the invisible trophy. Dites34? Well, they looked happy. :P


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.

Anyways, I will try to concoct my very own mojito mix too with the help of some guinea pigs around town perhaps? Yes, yes.

Cheers to Mojito's peeps, like to real good Mojito's.

Love, MRS.MOJITO

Crispy lives on 25

25 things about Perhentian Island.







1. First time there
2. Clear crystal-aqua waters (can't see my feet tho, must be body pollution)
3. loved the first night of King fish and garlic butter sauce (to die for)
4. Enjoyed Hennessy vsop by the balcony while shooting to cards
5. Was determined to get a golden tan, ended up with peels and scales here and there
6. Butts still white
7. Souvenir: Perhentian sand stuck to my bali bag
8. They don't sell marlys there. not convenient
9. Played paddle-pop
10.Dug my toes into sand as planned
11.Plunged in the salty water more than 15 times. It beats those enthusiastic tourists.
12. Enjoyed the barbeque-tenggiri fish
13. Just realized i have a thing for seafood.
14. Stoned up everyday
15. There was a really HOT diver. the hell is he from man? he's so bloody hot. crazy.
16. Has regrets about skipping the snorkel-will do for sure the next time around
17. Also regrets on not collecting the pretty corals to decorate bowl
18. Enjoyed the speedboat, it was like a disney ride
19. Didn't enjoy the cheap vodka.
20. Loves Melissa's 'Monkey Juice' theory. The whiskeys actually called 'Orang utan'
21. Didn't bring orang utan home. :(
22. Needs to constantly aloe her skin out, hurts like a bitch
23. Needs to seriously lose weight after the constant food binging
24. Greatest thing: Jumped off the bridge into the ocean. Felt like a cool schwimma. Made up my own double twist. :D
25. Had fun with the girls, does not regret this 4 day getaway. it was worth every ringgit

Stuck in the cube, cotton shirt stinging the pores of my skin. I swear, nobody wants this. But it always happens. I take sunblocks for granted. Never bother, prefer to go for that hawaiian junk tan thing.

Tip: Do not race your skins color. You will end up peeling back into the original chip you once were.

the past has drugged my thoughts. I like it though.

Jakarta got me thinking.
This is my home, where everything happened. The city that has inspired me in so many ways. Two days back home served as a reminder for all the corners, roads, malls, cafe's, gardens, and places I've shared awesome times in. Just by sightseeing through your car window, your eyes and thoughts serve as a journal/diary. Page by page.

I viewed the life i once lived and the current one I was in.

And damn....

22 years in the making.
22 years of my life has passed me by from the baby footsteps that have walked the earth up to the sandals and wedges that stride through the halls, malls, cafe's and clubs of today.

Just imagine, all those years of experience coming back to you. Simply priceless.

All those kids going crazy on swings, swinging to fun.
All those memories of naive kisses and sick puppy dovey love.
All those old-school films with intimate scenes you were oblivious to cuz daddy made you go to the study room so he could hog it with mum.
All those balcony climbs and kiddy guerilla tactics.
ALL those dodgeball games and loud cries from the victims
ALL those beautiful trips and smiles from a two buck shop
ALL those zoos and animals you wanted to keep as pets and ma-pa said 'How do we fit it in?'
ALL those trips on rollercoasters and rides
ALL those early morning pancakes mum had time to make
ALL those thoughts of no stress and worries
ALL those cooking n arts n craft clubs u were in to feel like you belonged
ALL those nights when Daddy made you sing a duet with him
ALL those highschool day sleepovers
ALL those highschool day gossips and jokes
ALL those dumb-ass break ups and great company
ALL the memories of nonsense, friendship, innocence, vulnerability, and pure-drug fun. All goes into an everlasting list.

My everlasting list that is.

I miss the past. Whatever happens in the past is good for your future. There is no such thing as whatever happens in the past, remains there. To me it's whatever happens in the past remains a drug in ur present thoughts. No matter how happy, angry, or sad of a pokerface you are, you see who you were and who you wanted to be and compare a similar moment or feel. My trigger of the past? Perfumes. Every perfume I have, I keep the bottles for both looks and memories of the past. For example, my last perfume Eternity by CK. It gives me memories of this one guy. And how charismatic and charming he was to me. Sexy, yet obedient. Escada-Island brings back my college days with friends and our spontaneous trips. Estee Lauder-Pleasures gives me the old-school church days of cathecism classes, summer school, and ice cold cool-aid and roll-ups. This is really making me smile. But no pressure, it remains a non-fiction part of my life that I have moved on from. But hey, I still get my occassional cool-aids and roll ups. And what's great about it is that it still tastes the same. There are some things in life that should not move on, because if they do, they will go bankrupt.

There's so many things stirring me up. Stressing me out. Of course i hate overdosing on stress. So, i'll try to keep things with the flow. I'm the type of person that gets agitated easily and I refuse to let time take its course. I want to kick time in the butt and take situations in my course. I want to control it by my actions and words of pisdom. I am quite the impulsive cookie. Not good. I always feel that time doesnt do things for u and u must beat it by doing what your instincts tell you to do before time decides on ur fate. So far, it's been alright. I will try to keep the cool-aids rolling. It's just so scary how if you turn left here, there are chances you will have a different day than if you had turned right. Or if you pick this cafe or that one? mind bugging ain't it. Sometimes, when i refuse to go here and there, I try to just force myself out of spontaneity, afraid I might miss out on the time of my life. I haven't had one cuz i've had many good times in a row until i'm desperate to find that OOONNNE BIIIIG kick ass time.
Alright, i am starting to be a typing-active brat.
Better stop right about now.
peace.

Yo wat is up fairy?

now isn't that ad cute. It obviously doesn't apply here.

Wanna know what's new in town?

Last week or so, I went for the launch of La Clandestine and Angelique Absinthe at Werners.

The event was so-so. But the cocktails were yumsters man. I think absinthe is a pretty sinful drink if taken advantage of. But if you know how to appreciate the wormwood and drink it respectively, it'll be a sweet dream.

I thought the drink was born in Prague. What do you know? Switzerland's the motherland.

La Clandestine-blanche absinthe



blue.solid.cold.

I quote that "it is the only absinthe handcrafted in the village where absinthe was born. It's creator, Claude Alain has won the Golden Spoon for the fourth consecutive year, at the remarkable The Absinthiades in Pontarlier, France"

Angelique-genuine Verte Suisse absinthe





Doesn't it look like you're drinking a bunch of fairies?

I quote again that "it is distilled using 12 plants, including angelica and grande wormwood from Val-de-Travers. Steeping a mixture of aromatic plants in the distillate produces its natural colour"

There was this cocktail my tastebuds absolutely adored. It was called JADED. Taste like mojito, except a bitchier one. Good for the soul though.

Recipes:

Jaded Cocktail

30ml La Clandestine Absinthe
15ml Monin Passion Fruit Syrup
20ml Boiron White Peach Puree
1 nos Lime Wedge
Ice Cube

Mix all ingredients into mixing glass & shake. Strain content into a 12oz catalina/sling glass. Garnish with lemongrass stalk and mint sprig.

Doesn't that just sound practical? It's good though. I'm only gonna give you one recipe cuz the other cocktails weren't up to my liking. Just don't drink it neat, unless you want to challenge the gimmick bullshit to prove its real. By all means, thumbs up to u.

It's sweet, so it taste better than all the shitty liquor out there. I'm a beer drinker but absinthe has made its way with me. Perhaps its psychologically sweet?
MAYBE.

This is the image Absinthe has spread to the world so far.


FLIGHT OF THE GREEN FAIRY

This is the fairy you suppose to be buddies with when you've been absinthe-fucked.





Gotta admit though. It is a gorgeous sight when high. I guess we have to really believe in it to see it? haha

Oh well i'm on a detox period now. No hoegarden or tiger at the moment. I dont get how people love stout? It tastes like shit. Oh well our tastebuds all have different opinions. Respect. No absinthe for now either.

I didn't take any of these photos, i googled it. im a cheat. But these were the actual products of that launch EXCEPT the ones with fairies humpin on it.

tata greenfairies

Listmaker? more like listbreaker!

25 things derived from fbook notes. Someone created it. Not a hard thing to do, but to me it's a success for personal reasons. I try to list out 25 things weekly. Daily would be a thumbs up. I like listing short points for a change. Instead of having to use conjunctions all ze time. In 25 points, its more accurate to tell the things u want, need, and are thinking of in a short period of time.

So here are the twenty five things i feel like listing down

1. I miss listening to Jewel

2. I promised sari ratu nasi padang in kota damansara will be either today or tomoro's dinner

3. Has got to keep praying for mummy's health

4. Can't wait for that BB javelin so I can use those cute condoms number 2 bought for me



5. I will always love INCUBUS, even when they go mainstream and annoying fans out there act like they love em, when really its just Brandon they love

6. I'm getting that buddha tattoo regardless-Sorry lord. i have a spiritual connection with buddha heads.

7. Has to crack up "The TEMPLE" book

8. Misses having meaningful conversations, suffocating laughter, and crazy tumbles

9. Just realized i have no ultimate playground/sanctuary to rant/release thoughts in

10. Needs to drive around town or away from it----ALONE

11. It's been more than 10 years since mum and dad split. Felt like it just happened.

12. as the rush comes-armin

13. Wants to travel: eat and drink whatever comes her way

14. Thinks Chris Cornells third solo album 'Scream'is a hardcore suicide-how unfortunate for such a good lookin chap

15. It's been 5 years and Stacey Kent still helps me chill out

16. Pancakes, jam, whipped cream, block of butter. my seventh heaven

17. finally tried Absinthe. where were them green fairies?

18. loves esquire magazine covers

19. Doesn't know what to get for Brenda for her bday. hmm...toughie tricky



Perhaps a beautiful whacky slap of flowers?

20. Needs to cut down on em deathstix

21. Will throw that sandwich margarita day by the poolside

22. Doesn't wanna go home after work. wants tea in a nice tea place

23. Animal of the day-DUGONG

24. Destination of the day-Cambodia :)

25. "I like" of the day:



1.orange juice 2. iced water 3. hot milo 4. guava juice 5. lemonade 6. Beer 7. poison 8.milk 9.Coca cola So cool huh? well its not super creative, but hey i like things organized and labelled. Life's neater that way. Too bad it's not mine, but someone elses. www.designspongeonline.com (check it out, if you like the concept of magnificent "here and there's")

Ok im done with this exercise. Going for a smoke, forget 20.

Rooster off to puff.pics take too long to upload. so there are only a few from ur loser blooger. ME.

To all the chinese barbie's out there

It amuses me to find that some people are so plastic, fake in and out man. Now how did you end up so alien? Shit. How could they lie about their lifestyle, face, and brands? How could they insult their parents by being absolute lying maniacs. I swear that whole hilton craze and all those blondie's have really affected Malaysian women on a whole pizza pie. Here you see chinese girls with long blonde hair, branded items, and hideous designer clothes that are a stepback of a label too old. That's sadder than dying, well to me it is. I ain't perfect shit. I just don't get it, why all these women would suffocate every inch of pain, bleach, and fakeness to be beautiful when really they LOOK beautiful with just casual jeans and a shirt. I mean i dig tank tops and short pants or jeans. I dig summer dresses. But what i dont dig is butt hugging-crack showing mini shorts with horrible cleavage disasters.

People are always aiming to be the best. But since when did the best mean imitating those American highschool films with bimboistic cheerleaders, dumb blonde stereotypes, and such? Girls here love it. And that is why i'm complaining, cuz they ain't white and no matter how much they try, ASIAN is the word.
No, blonde hair is not bad, if you look good with a shaved set or short hair, i guess you can pull off the word EDGE. But either way, it just ain't nice. Like you come home with platinum hair and your parents will be like "Holy shit, you ain't white, you chinese" Or perhaps I slide more to the conventional. Hey I dyed my hair, but I wouldn't go platinum, the most i'll go is what a dark chestnut red?
These girls are bleaching themselves overall. They are bleaching their characters, lifestyle, looks, dogs, clothes, food, and what do you get in the end? You end up looking EVEN MORE chinese girls.

So hard to find originality in women these days. You club, then you see a buncha weirdos with combat boots making their way through puddles of mud and craters. On top of that, you realize that KL isn't what it used to be like. It's not filled with the humble and honest. It's just filled with like all these people fighting for fame, fighting for the limelight. Like dude, who cares? Don't you just care about what barsonics gonna play or some shit? Or the long island tea you're gonna get boozed by? Or your friends personal issues? People have long forgotten the importance of having fun. Now its like I go to zouk to look hot and be seen and heard. WTFever mang. I am drooling tears just mentioning. Okay perhaps drooling tears inside. Man it is quite sad? There's a difference between wanting to feel hot and sexy once in a while, but heck don't just walk around parading in 'I'm still hotter, omg he's staring at me..ew he's a stalker" Dude, i heard that when i was lining up. And that dude wasn't staring at you or any of your mates. He was just being a usual dick, yknow looking at your racks, then after that scanning the entire club for more racks? Don't get all "im the shit!". Ahhh. funny shit. How can one compliment themselves on someone of which they are a stranger to's actions? Only he knows if he was staring at ya. YOu? You're full of shit. That's all i can say.
I'm in a really pissy mood man. My boiling point must have reached its point.

Fashion. Brands. Lifestyle. That's the life to live. But if you overdo it, it just means you aint living any one of the three. Doesn't matter if you have brands on u, or if you are wearing fashion, or possess the lifestyle of the rich and famous..If you overdo, u end up a FAKE. You must enjoy these three things, not flaunt em. Like when i buy a bag, its cuz i really friggin like the bag, cuz i like the outlook, the edge, the roar in it..and i think it might suit my personality. But i ain't gona compare it to the other mamasitas in terms of price, size, accessories...wahtever. You like the bag, you like the bag. Just don't thrust your shit all ova my face bitch. Then I guess me and alotta other women out there will be cool. I am so glad my parents didn't raise me up this way, didn't spoil me in any manner to lead to being made of plastic instead of muscles, tissue, and skin. I am human. I am laughing in awe to that, because it really does phew me.

The pic of my lounging night out. Enjoyable, rainy, and chuckly.

It just won't subside

It's a Monday and I bet in a few hours, rooftops, roads, and slopes will be flowing with god's tears.

I'm at home, thinking about my weekend. Waiting to visit either a neurologist or just a general prac. At first I thought it was vertigo, now i know. It's a typical Migraine. Typical as it is, it comes with a hell lot of pain and suffering. I picked my sister up from the airport yesterday and I had hot light flashes and lost my grip on reality. There are mnay types of migraines, mines due to either stress or irregular menstrual cycles and etcetera.

It's really common, but the combo's don't come common. I've been having it for a long time. It is unpredictable and it comes in a wave. you can't prepare for it, don't think you can permanently avoid it. Psychological stress is the root of the problem, it creates tension and different patterns in blood flow. What you eat is also what you get. I eat plenty of tyramine, stuff that are preserved, salted, sweetened. Those contain tyramine, at times they are good for you. But if you're prone to all these migraine issues just like I am, keep away from tyramine for a while. Just google it out, it'll list stuff that contain tyramine. bananas are in it too. I went bananas when i found out bananas belonged to tyramine .I love bananas. They taste so good with cereal. strawberries. omg. im such a fat ass craver.


gone bananas over bananas

Im bored at home. I feel weak, but i'm okay. I just hope the doc wont be a dumbass and prescribe less than okay or an overload of pills that serve no purpose to my system. I want it to work. I want results gadamit.

Saturday night, I was in Zouk. Then we adjourned to Spicy, hartamas to feast on tandoori and garlic naan. Halfway through our meal, there was an indian mob chasing a skinny indian guy. I dont know why, perhaps he stole, broke in, whatever. But he didn't deserve such extreme beating.

They bashed his head up with a fuckin brick. And they used that brick till it broke into pieces. My friend called the cops, but they turned out an hour late. By then his face was fractured and covered with dried bits of blood. It was gruesome, his hair drenched in his own red. His neck, broken and helpless. His heart? Still beating, but a faint stint of movement. It was like witnessing a tiny massacre.

I couldn't help but bring that image back home. His faint heartbeat and his bloody face and clothes just ignited this anger in me. This rage and tension that made me perspire like hell and destroyed my sleep. The fact that they were capable of such brutality, makes me angry at the useless cops for not being around in times like this. I hate Malaysian cops. When are they ever on time, when are they ever NOT in the mamaks having a beer or teh tarik. When are they ever loyal, polite, and NOT corrupt? When are they ever human beings with a heart. They are stupid and straight out from the kampung. They hit on women, look down on women, and disturb women. On top of that, they are bullies that enjoy pickin on the less fortunate. Fuck them. I wish they got bashed up instead. Because of how oblivious, lazy, and useless they were, this guy couldve been dead. They took an hour plus from that phonecall. And the incident took place in their own bloody district. Stupid no-brainers! I just can't help but think how this country is not a save place to live in, because the cops are too lazy and relaxed. Indirectly, they pretend not to know or hear these things and by letting things pass, imagine how many people's lives are endangered, or how many stood a chance to live but weren't saved.
I'm pissed off. It boils my guts knowing the situations like this. It's NOT SAFE anywhere. But i do know that no ones more stupid than a Malaysian cop.They should be bashed up, so their sorry fat asses won't have to block my way when im driving, won't have to squeeze the poor for money, won't have to bully the community with their badges of proof. They should be stripped off all apparel and be left out in the cold to shed off some pounds. fatso's.
I gotta get ready. Going to the doc. Man, my head's heavy. Filled. Full. Whilst my tummys lonely. Empty.
Updates on medications and neurologist will be updated after i get back. I want to record the length, experience of every major migraine attack i have. So far i'm quite use to it. But i need to remember what symptoms to the attacks...what i ate..what i felt..blahblah. It's just for myself to read. So don't bore your guts out.

Klarbears birthday!

Location: twenty.one
Age: 18 years
Date: 27th Febo 09
belongs to: the Djajalie Family

I'm going to go easy, cut down my typing tongue on words and go Strictly with pics. :)

Captions are a necessity.



Say jager, jager, jager bomb! woot woot.



Klaudbear and Klarbear Djajalie


The platter, left creamy.



asian wonders.


The three stooges, musketeers, naughty rascals, the three DJAJALIEs.


This is some hardcore abstract canon effect


my bubbies. my cousy wousy. and voila bellio.


the crowd gathers to smile

and im too lazy to put up pics. they will be locked up in the fbook album.

By the way, the ultimate picture of the day, that has nothing to do with my sisters 18th cake-blowing celebration. It's just a back tattoo that i really want and KNOW that i will NOOOOT get cuz of my pops. He is oblivious to the ones scattered around my body. But if i got this one, hell no..not only will he flip, he'll like mosquito bat me!


pretty ink. uggh..i want it bad man.

That's all folks.

saggy-haggy-naggy me

It's a Tuesday.
But why does it feel like a Monday?

I swear, long holidays fuck u up. Your timing, your everything. I spent my nights playing pool and going to Barsonic, not on LAPSAP day though. I am much too casual for these colorful confettis. They are like a bunch of dressed up smiley faces with orange, red, blue, rainbow wigs. U name it. Honestly, lapsap has taken KL to another level with its existence, it preaches music and fashion. People obey, people idolize.

And when people are obedient to this circle, they form this community that caters to these people who fight to be noticed and heard of. So there goes Zouk. No one wants to go to zouk main room cuz it's got all the cliche faces, the ones that praise hip hop or full trance. So zouk decides to reno their entire look and give barsonic its own space, so this community gets to breathe. Wow, i just realized this indirectly makes the best of sense. I mean imagine this, this community even has their own clubbing day. LAPSAP day. It's not a theme,it is the people who make it weekly and permanent.
Don't get me wrong, I am not mocking. I like the electro pumping through my veins and everything, but i'm too shy to wear the extremes. I'm afraid to like go all out and say "Yo, i shaved my head, but it beats all those bimbos with the typical long strings". I mean i'd rather admit "Yes, i'm a bimbo. I keep my hair the way it is, sorry if i offended u." some people are hardcore and I support them to the top with this. I just simply dont like it when people tell me that I want to stay in the safe zone and I'm afraid to go all out to take risks because I'm vain. It's not that man, it's cuz I fully am aware of my looks and I know that I'll look hideous. And the lapsap fashionistas actually look good going hardcore with bright hair or shaved or whatever. So there's the diffy. They look GOOD.

I can so imagine my sisters feasting on Nasi Padang or Sundanese food di atas lesehan! Me? I'm thinking the closest to indo nasi pad. That would be in the foodcourt of Midvalley, it imitates by a slight miss. All the ingredients such as singkong, sambal hijau, ayam pop are actually there. So yeah you bet I'm ready for it. Fck. My tums man. Rumble-grumble.

I miss my family. I want to gather in indo and eat the kampung food by the paddyfields and just breathe that awesome air. And eat all the sambal in the world. GADAMIT.

I want Club Monaco stuff. When will it go on SALE already? It's just not depreciating in price. I love the skirts, sweaters, and all the monaco stuff stuff. I just realized that I save-spend a little-save more than save-spend all-save again to spend all. That's right. I see some independent ring in me, which is good, cuz i'm liking it. If there's one thing I know, its that I ain't spoilt.

I hate men sometimes. They piss girls off. And even if you tell em, they act like they don't know. Now, who do you know would do that? Men. Makes me feel like slapping their ignorant expressions and just grilling them with "Why this and that?" questions. Why do you think girls are more prone to nagging than men are? Look at how annoying men have become these days. It's just how i feel sometimes, so let me be an old hag-nag.

Honestly, I love nagging. :) A heartful exercise.

Love, the hag-nag

duapuluhlima. sounds like some kampung witch.

ola alo.

This morning was a good one. I managed to go grocery shopping lastnight to stock up on salad ingredients and prepared a turkey sandwich for todays craving. The vinegar and french really go well together, ultimate soulmates to my taste buds.

I am going to do another 5x5 list.

1. loves marls
2. wants a dog
3. is still sad that the baby bird she saved was better off not being rescued
4. misses alaska truly-madly-deeply
5. can't smell my Jasmine scented british india aromatic organic candle
6. wants that prada bag
7. wants to bum in a trailer and stop by every city in the states to say ello love
8. missing jakarta city and abuserin
9. feed me a chicago pizza
10.wants to eat camembert cheese with biscuits, while gobbling down a hoe-g
11.is not in the mood for mushy affection
12.has been staying away from all mushrooms possible. diarrhoea fools.
13.can't imagine elya's portobello mushrooms looked like chocolate dunkin donuts (insane in the membrane)
14.feels like a film of british humor
15.wondering if jimmy choo designs shoes for the queen of England to gain that status (i think so, perhaps i should design her clothes?)
16. is thinking miu miu, chloe, and flea market style
17. actually enjoys corny pick-up lines. a failure to laugh at.
18. needs to read that fat book she doesnt have time for
19. loves her bloody monologue organizer.
20.my tummys upset and it needs to cry
21. gosh. I'm just joshing you. (was it napolean dynamite?)
22. just watched DOGFIGHT off youtube and laughed like a phony-baloney
23.was told that my salads are weirdly creative and much too flamboyant for standardized taste buds (when really, it just looked like Greek salad to me)
24.is indeed still LIKING designspongeonline
25. seriously wants to leave KL to wash dishes in europe for a week :)

why so kreji about vals?

Valentine's day. I was actually planning to get me one of those lilacs/tulips/lilies. My three favorite bloomers. They are gorgeous, neat, and they startle my eyes. They just look good in a plain jar. Like I could pluck me one of those and just admire it. Take a look.





breathtaking tulips





LILACS. pretty bloomers.





Lilies. pretty pretty.

If anyone got me one of these flowers? then I have to admit, they have scored a place in creativity. Roses are beautiful and romantic, but it gets boring to just look at it in everyone elses hands.

I think I'm going to get me a tulip or lilac..since i've always been decorating the apartment with lilies. We'll see huh...if they aren't gone for the use of hotel bathrooms or lobbies and shit like that. Hotels are starting to use the unique ones...instead of the old-fashioned roses. They are so out of season, well at least of 2009.

Val's day is the day people buy their girlfriends stuff in exchange for one great night in bed, no? Yeah like some guys tell me "If i buy her this, i'm going to get some!" And judging by the chicks these days, you bet you're going to get some.

Women of today. They look for men and expect to get paid from it through gifts, dinner, and everything. I find them really confused beings. Your parents raised you not to be a LOSER babe. They raised you to be human. So act like one and respect thy pussy. Don't just wander it off to any loaded gun.

I think i'm going to get myself a valentine gift. I am my own valentine, my bf around doesn't count. We're going to celebrate through BEERCAMP, so we have agreed to the terms of not buying shit for each other. Waste of dough and a waste of time to act like romantic fakes. I'm not saying a fancy dinner is wrong, i enjoy the luxury of classiness, but not on just one night when everyones going cuz every other persons going. Cmon that's sad. I dont want to ruffle around the crowd of couples. I just wanna chill out with my friends. ENjoy perhaps.

I think its time to start working. toods.

When the Sun don't shine properly

An organized blogger would blog everyday.
An UNorganized blogger would be called a blooger. And that is me.

Introducing Bali 2008-2009. 2 days of drenched indo rain, the other 2 with the MATAHARI. But it wasn't so much of matahari, it was like a combo of rain droplets and a soft touch of light. Sad ain't it. :(




Had a great time with the gorgeous girls skanking it up
watching them girls have fun while I drag poor dugong along.
Ibu OKA suckling pig
lobster at Jimbaran
Flamingo craze
NIKO beach
Mbargo shaking
BOUNTY's Jungle Juice
Tanah Lot temple
Monkey forest
and just purely amazing food.

I am out to EAT.

Unlock my lock will ya?

Unlock the key to my heart, no?

Many girls, including myself got their hearts unlocked in Lunch Actually's Lock & Key event.

Why was I there?
I was there because I heard about this event from Violet Lim and her PR man David while I was interviewing them for something of a different sort. And so I fell for the fun.

The basic rules: Guys get keys and girls get locks. Guys/girls must not hesitate to find the perfect match to unlock the key to her chastity belt. NOT. Perfect key to the lock more like it. And you must have a minimum of 12 matches before the night bitches at you. Simple as Jack.
There are many parties that do not match up to people's expectations. At first, when I was there, I expected the crowd to be mundane and filled with shy faces. The room proved me wrong, it was happening, crowded, and noisy like a semi-club except they got all that high from drinking just the free-flow of soda and party snacks.

There was a very subtle energy that surrounded the night, many single Chinese girls were parading with personality and bubbly affection. The guys were feeling hot and sexy enough because they were a minority.

However, I feel there's a humongous misconception on LOCK & KEY parties or anything involved with people having to pay to meet other people. These people are not desperados nor are they pathetic. They find that their life has rapidly passed by and here they remain still single and searching for not even the right one, just someone to share the laughter and tears with. A companion for the week, month, be it forever. The issue here is that they are busy working professionals that do not possess the time to pound lines on chicks, talk to friends, or have a social life. Most of them are single and successful individuals that probably have no choice but to put their schedules on hiatus and block their clients for the night just to attend this one event, just so he/she would feel wanted by a person, instead of their work.

After all the running around, I was exhausted but intrigued by the singles out there who still managed to remember more than 12 names of new friends and intermingled from one corner to the other.

I managed to get some facts right from the attendees of the event. Most of them were uncomfortable of revealing their night outs for these events to their relatives or friends because they are merely embarassed of what people think. These individuals spend more time on their desk than going out, they are confident in the office, but once they get to the real world, they have no back-bone of self-confidence or self-esteem. Which is why I think this program is good, it gives them a place of belonging, friends to reconsider, guys/girls to think about when they are busy off at work. I feel that these people do not mind paying RM60 just so that they can bring home memories of fun-filled laughter of shared jokes and conversation. That's my opinion, they aren't just in it for the soulmate search, they are in it to boost their social skills and their lifestyle.

I actually brought a friend along with me. She too is a busy working professional and after all her failed relationships, I figured she needed a breakthrough of fun and excitement. At first, she was giving me grins when we arrived. A few hours later, she was getting her grooves on this pretty good looking guy. And when I witnessed the chemistry between the two and how they they discovered they were working in the same industry, I was so proud of myself for bringing her with me. It felt really HOLLYWOOD to me and no matter how mushy it was, when cliche in movies happen in life, it's as if you're in a dream. It's true. We always say this and that's so cliche in movies, but if these cliche moments hit you, it is much more magnificent compared to your daily dull life.

Anyways I'm going to get cracking on work. Damn, i'm getting a writers block. My mind is slowing down.


toodles.

Boredom, the new fuel system.

Welcome.

This will be left short and sweet because this entry is fueled by boredom before the heading-home mark.

Today's an awesome day. Why do i say? Because my two best friends are here, they came to visit me before heading off to their respective cities.

At first, I thought asshole Jason wouldn't be able to make it after having fed him with my words of PISSED-DOM! He still didn't look like he got it. But today, when i was having my lunch break, he surprised me and that was the best surprise i've had since highschool. Honestly. It was well-planned, might've leaked out just a bit, but convincing to the bloody core.

I haven't yet scheduled our itinerary for their weekend stay. I was planning to go random but that's a waste of all that spontaneity and hoping for the fun. So you must plan a little to get things going the right way, instead of the total opposite. I do not want to have a shitty weekend with my mates. I want it to rock.

Well, well, well, it's time to rock and get the hell out of this page.

CLOSED.

In a sponging gutter

Hello there Midnight babies.

No one is free to scoop me up for a Hot Cuppa. I'd go to a hotel or something to get one, but no one is free. Even if the hot chocolates on me. It's one of those nights where you need a friend around to dig in to conversations. Where are my besties? I miss em already. Too bad none of them are around, they are in better places for crying out loud. Man, i feel like a sad Tim Burton character. Except I'm craving for sweet things.



That would be good for me now. But i'm out of it.


Anyways, did i tell you i adore designspongeonline? It's got the greatest hippie turned neat, Corporate turned funky, Reggae's little Kitchen, and Godly sense of Creativity collectible items featured on the site. The person who blogs her incredibility? I'm guessing is one of those inspiring New York artists who welcomes the joy of raw and fractured artworks. She is like God. You give her an ugly couch and she throws in like all these weird combos of color and items, and you got stuff better looking than Harvey Norman. It's like a personalized live-life creatively home decor experience. I am totally inspired and in love with the look of it.












It's brilliant because it isn't complicated. The rooms all look like it is worth living in. It tells a story of passion, personality, and character. As compared to those interior design books where the rooms look perfectly engineered and untouched, design sponge creates life by outsmarting the dull with glorious colors and puzzled pieces to get to the beauty of abstract art. Example: Like putting bananas on a table and getting away with it. Damn these beings.

My mind is now sponging.




This is me sponging.

Earlier today, I went to the curve and headed for Living Quarters. I'm looking for a natural roar in the look. I'm looking for things that will make my new couch look awesome and cozy. To make it a sanctuary I can sit down and do my reading, laughing, hot cuppa-ing at. I managed to buy these really strange looking yet alluring pillow covers. Pardon my style, but I quite like this ensemble gathered today. Man, there's a journey to go to make things pretty huh?! This Mission is a MUSTTTT for me.





I'm not that proficient when it comes to the playground of ART, but i would like to think that i am close to that level. I need to keep sponging sponging.

Okay I think it looks like I got company for my hot cuppa.

Peace.