Happy 49th Malaysia!KL city was just pure madness last night, being Merdeka Eve and all. Needless to say it's been a while since I went partying on a Saturday night, so I have to thank Karuna and Shenjey for that. Let me just say there was an influx of mat and minah rempits on the road, big time! Where the hell did they come from?! Shees ... while making our way to the Rum Jungle club (somewhere near KLCC), the jam along Jalan Bangsar was enough to make you wanna strangle somebody .. or in our case, a few rempits. These devils on the road were the reason for the bumper-to-bumper crawl because apparently there was a rempit congregation near the National Mosque, and after that the roads were clear. I will never forget the question by Karuna, "Why are these people gathered here la? They gonna pray or what?!" Hahaaaaa... to which I replied, "Aiyo, no la! What time already? Unless got a new praying time I didn't know about!" AND one rempit just HAD to ram into Karuna's front side bumper. Dumbass. Luckily the bumper was not so much dented but just came out from the socket.
We made it just in time for the Merdeka countdown at Rum Jungle. The place was busting at the drunken seams. Cops stationed themselves on practically every corner. After we managed to find Karuna's sister and her friends in the swarm of people, the countdown started. With our Gin & Tonics in hand, we toasted to another year of independence while the live telecast from Putrajaya played on the TV with our PM and his subordinates doing the same. ONLY THEN we noticed we were standing under a big-ass net of baloons than came pouring down which prompted the revellers to partake in a baloon-bursting rampage.
After the drinks (my Margarita and Karuna's Flaming)triggered our party moods, we hit the dance floor. The tunes were not bad but having to boogie on the cramped dance floor with the other sweaty bodies was a little ... sweaty. AND one jackass tried to grope me. The look on my face gave him the message.. "Take a hike asshole!" Ahh.. the imbeciles! Oh and there were these group of dudes, who all probably came straight after work from the look of their attire, who were so hammered that one of them gave his friend a lap dance. Hehehee.. the things to see in a club.
Monday, August 21, 2006
It's Like Kindergarten
My niece is apparently suffering from a mood swing... big time! She doesn't want to "friend me". I don't know what I did but she's obviously mad at me about something. Can't recall anything that I did which could be classified as a kid piss-off factor. Maybe she's traumatized after we (me, my sister and my mom) had to hold her down like a mental patient days ago in order for her to take her medicine. Come to think of it... she's mad at my mom too. Of course the little rascal can't show her tantrum to my sister too long. That's what the 'rotan' is for. Just to "gertak" her. We don't actually use it. So, yeah. Yesterday, she shouted "go away!" to me, of course, before going to sleep. This is serious. I mean I couldn't even cajole her today with the carrot cake I baked. She still doesn't wanna friend me. Sigh... it's kindergarten all over again! I remember when this bunch of girls bullied me and didn't wanna friend me and didn't let me play hopscotch with them. I don't know what I did! It's all political.
Anyway, my first attempt of baking carrot cake was so-so. It taste good but it sank a little in the tin. Hmmph.
Sunday, August 06, 2006
Sand, sea and biscuits
It's been a while since I had to wake up at the crack of dawn on a Saturday. So, needless to say it was a pretty daunting task for me yesterday. But the thought of a road trip to the beach, woo hoo! kind of made up for all that. Yep... we (me, Brendon and Hai Yuan) headed out to Morib Beach (BTW, that's in Banting after Kuala Langat....far away on the other side of Selangor) with the Sem 2 Architecture students to cover a story of their Sandcastle Building project.
We were the papparazis in flip-flops (Yuanie in her orange Crocs), on assignment for the college newsletter. Yuanie warmed up the camera by taking pictures of a taxi with three huge-ass Malaysia and Selangor flags stuck on the car booth, proudly flowing in the morning wind. Way too early in the morning to jog my spirit of patriotism. Were told to meet in college at 7am.... only had to wait for the Archis to show up later which resulted in the bus leaving at 8 something.
So off we went, plying through the roads flanked by palm oil and vegetable farms in the small town of Kuala Langat. The journey there was somewhat nostalgic for me because I used to travel to Banting when I was about eight (ya ha..donkeys years ago) to my aunt's house in Telok Datok, when my Three Stooges boy cousins were in diapers. In between that were the sounds of our incessant giggles (stressing the presence of Mass Commers in the bus) after I told my story about the cat outside my house which stuck its tongue at me when I shoo-ed it away (Ripley's here I come!). AND the story of Yuanie's friend who can't differentiate the words come and cum! Yikes! Funny story, really. So, yeah we had our own laughing session behind the bus. Then suddenly one of the Archi dudes announced he had to piss so the driver made a stop at the petrol station and a bunch of them got down as well. While nature called out to them, the three of us crossed the road to buy some biscuits at the sundry shop. I ended up chomping Brendon and Yuanie's biscuits of orange wafers and peanut butter crackers coz my sesame seed ones sucked. Oh yeah, the bus almost abandoned us when we were paying for our munchies. Shees..
Morib beach was like any other, accept it is quite polluted since we spotted two ships shitting out its pollutants. It was 10am and the Archis started their building their sandcastles. The sun weather was tolerable until about 1pm when it turned vicious. Blasting down its scorching heat, the sun was slowly baking the Archis who were painstakingly designing their constructions. Let's see, one of the "sandcastles" looked like a deformed penis and another like two giant doughnuts stacked up. He he... another laughing session under the coconut tree for us.
Oh yeah, why would anyone wear low-riding jeans to the beach, when YOU KNOW you have to get down and dirty on the sand I'll never know! Butt-crack overkill! God, we were nearly blinded! Mr Leow, the lecturer, was nice enough to provide everybody, including us, with lunch of packed fried rice, mee and bee hoon. Full tummies, sweltering heat, sleepiness kicking in.. not a good combination. Didn't think about bringing a mat so we just tried to get comfy on the sand under the coconut tree. I was no doubt restless and Brendon said I looked like a tranquilized elephant! Thanks, friend. Keep up the compliments. Pbbbttthhh....
Three o' clock came and it was time for the Archis to pack up. The penis and doughnuts now looked like a small castle doomed for destruction and Saddam Hussein's fortress. The others were also somewhat ok la for Sem 2 students. So, it was 4pm and we were all in the bus once again headed back, but only to find out Mr Leow was taking us for a seafood dinner somewhere. We were awoken from our much needed slumber an hour later when the bus arrived at the seafood place in Tanjung Sepat, about 40km after Morib. The usual seafood spread with rice was alright and Yuanie was suffering from sunburns. It was nearly six when we left. To say that the small town trunk roads were bumpy is an understatement. It was like a Camel Trophy expedition and worst still, we were sitting at the back. Arrived in college close to 7.30pm. Tired (we didn't actually do anything. I blame the weather) and in desperate need of a cold shower, Brendon sent me home.
I think that was quite an enjoyable Saturday I've had in quite a while though, despite the heat. Oh yeah, Brendon and Yuanie, below is my Top 5 list. (One of our intellectually-stimulating discussions at the beach).
1) Hugh Jackman
2) John Travolta
3) Matt Dillon
4) Jon Bon Jovi
5) Tom Cavanagh (from Ed)
