Best Moment I've had in a While

I had some problems with my mobile service. Since we were going out last night to search for the perfect …urm…underthings, stopped at the mobile center located right in the mall.

The person who attended to my requests had the warmest cognac coloured eyes. So while the computer slowed, I wasn’t interested in making small talk. Instead I texted SY. Which was rude but I was bored. Then he asked if I went to this school in town.

Eh?

Sorry, not from around here.

Then he recovered by saying I looked familiar.

Yeah, whatever.

All the while I texted SY about it. Her response – aiyoh so standard pickup line mamat nie…

Then S came over and called me, Mummy. I think he looked surprised that I’m married with a kid some more.

But it was a nice feeling for about 10 seconds. Then I rubbed it in with IM. Just to get a reaction.

Ha! Ha! Best.

Highlight of the week I think.

It’s rare that I get pick-up lines (lame as it is) still pick-up lines at this age and at this stage in my life.

Hectic Saturday

Apart from the usual work complaints, I find myself sometimes at the edge of burning out.


So far in the space of 2 going to 3 months in the new place, I have had several health complaints. Mainly mouth ulcers. I just hope I don’t end up with stomach ulcers which I heard are worse and can cause internal bleeding.


These mouth ulcers even scared my regular doctor and when he suggested that I should go to the hospital and get a mouth scraping done to rule out tumour or cancer I freaked out and burst into tears.


All I could think off, was after all I have to deal with now I have to deal with the big-C??!! Are you freaking kidding me??!!


He then prescribed me double the dose of antibiotic since my glands have swollen and he’s afraid of infection, a dose of anti-inflammation and a dose of antihistamine for the 24/7 sniffles and allergy.


Plus a warning to get the mouth scraping done if the meds don’t work.


It has been a week and my mouth is 80% okay. I can brush properly and eat and use both cheeks instead of just the left one. Macam chipmunk cacat aje. Makan sebelah pipi aje penuh.


Work has been pretty good. I’m getting better at delegating and managing bullies at the office. Have learnt good lesson in AM not a doormat anymore.


I’ve planned my work ahead of schedule. Will finish everything due by 1st week of August so I can take a week’s of leave and go on a long holiday. We’re planning to go to Penang and maybe swing to Langkawi for a spell.


I need some R and R.


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Today was super interesting. Took S to see Hellboy. PG-13. So can la bring her. So many marine boys around. I guessed they were US marine since a band of them performed a couple of days ago in the mall. IM was around so cannot be too obvious in checking them marine boys out.


Kaver line maaaaa!!!!


Hellboy II. Good. Better than the first. This was a brilliantly beautiful film and not a surprise since it is from the same director of Pan’s Labyrinth. S was really absorbed in it. So were we.


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Question : If a woman is willing to share love and become a second wife, does the man have to say yes? Why can’t the man think that just because she is willing, doesn’t she deserve to be happy with the right man who will love her unconditionally instead of sharing the love with the first wife? Why can’t the man grow some balls and backbone and defend his one and true marriage instead of being tempted to fill in the 3-empty spots? Those spots are not rights but a privilege that demands certain requirements to be fulfilled before even attempting to fill the empty spots. And must the first wife accept that her one true love has designs for another woman?



Does this mean, if another man, better than the husband woos the wife, should she accept him then on the basis that another man is in love with her? Therefore, she too must say yes.



Is this an ‘et, tu brutus’ condition?



Something to ponder, kan?


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Today was the premiere for Dirty Sexy Money over on 8TV. Father Brian is one mean Reverend. And my favorite character. Heh.

2 Minutes Rant

I’m so swamped I‘m taking time off to write this rant.

Whoever has a stupid question to ask me today please get ready for my wrath.

Seriously..tak nampak ke aku berlari cam ayam takde kepala lagi mau tanya aku soalan bodoh memang nak kena la kan…

Mak menyinga hari nie nyah!!

June Bug

I had just finished eating dinner when I saw a plate of fish bones set aside. For Garfield. Or Ginger. Not sure what’s the official name for the latest stray cat to adopt us.

We’ve stayed in this house nearly 2 years and for the most part we’ve had cats adopting our family. There was Jimbit who disappeared. Then I’m not sure if there was a cat named Tona or it was the boys’ favourite ‘lembut’ stylist (sssshhhh…that’s a secret!)…I’m confusedlah. The latest before Ginger/Garfield/Oy Kucing was a black and white striped cat named Lollie. Lollie gave birth to 4 kitties and left them or disappeared in a fortnight. The kitties died after a month of looking after by the very patient Mak Chu.

Then there was the arrogant puss named Blackie. Looked to be a Persian cat with a perpetual poker-face when we called it. Muka takdok perasaan. Blah la ko kucing….

This latest stray could be called Ginger for its fur or Garfield for its colour and one major annoying factor. The meowing will go on and on if we ignore its hungry call. Or can call it anak harimau because it is THAT huge.

Or stick with Oy Kucing! So we don’t get too attached. And start missing the cats when they leave us.

Did I mention I don’t like cats? I generally don’t get too close to any animals. Been raised to not have pets and not to get too attached since I had childhood asthma.

Anyway, Soph is really attached to the cats.

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Spoiler Alert!

Saw the finale episode of Grey’s Anatomy Season 4. There were about 5 episodes after the writers’ strike. The end? Loved, loved it. Meredith and McDreamy back again. Sigh. Poor Rose.

Oh well, can’t wait for the next season.

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Rant time. I hate my job. I mean it’s challenging but I just don’t like it when I have to play hardball most of the time. And the drama at work. Seriously??!! Macam Spektra Drama Melayu.

Benci. Benci. Benci.

Tomorrow meeting in the city capital. Huarrrggghhhh….

I’ve signed up for a 4 day counseling course early July in K*m*m*n. So I can get away from the office and its drama. End of July boss wants me to attend a Finance Course in R*m*p*n. Syok!!!!

Can’t wait.

Till the next update. Take care.

Ta.

Frost Yourself

Now, if you’re a movie junkie you’d know where that line came from.

*scroll down for the answer*

If you know the answer, congratulations you must be one of us who’ve seen the movie countless of times not because it was darned good but HBO kept playing it over and over again.

SK and I had made a date to check out the Korean crystals and accessories in this boutique that a colleague had mentioned. We made plans to park some money there after my Tioman Island trip.

For a detailed travelogue do visit IM.

Anyway, we made our way there during lunch. SK was excited and gushing over the bling-bling we’re about to see and purchase, inspired by the hours upon hours of watching Kimora and her life of fabulousity on MTV last weekend.

SK bought a ring. Really nice, Moi? The one I wanted was either too small or too big. Figures. Size does matter.

So we made our way to the car again. As we got in the car a guy in white naval uniform passed in front of us. Cute as hell. Gorgeous piece of specimen. I digress.

“SK, check that out. Hotness factor – 10 points. Uniform another 10 points.”

“Oh my god! But ugh! He knows he’s hot so subtract 10 points.”

As he passed us, SK reversed and drove out.

“SK, holy cow! Check out the butt in those white pants.”

“Okay for that alone, 50 points!!!! Woohoo!”

“I wonder what kind of car does a man like that drive?!!”

I turn to my left and saw a Fiat backing out.

“Babe, he drives a Fiat!”

Man in uniform and a Continental car. Sold!

SK craned her neck to see the guy and the car. And her foot was still on the gas.

“SK, Kancil tuh!!’

Emergency break. Pause. Hysterical laugh.

“You la A, kacau my focus.”

“Yeah, but it was WORTH IT!!!”

As we drove away we were still thinking of the guy and the fact that we almost hit another car. Sheesh.

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On another note, since the price for petrol was raised last Thursday, I’ve begun to chart our meager budget. So we can save for travel later.

I’ve started to carpool with Abah since we both get in before 7.30am, or if IM has time to send me to work first. Then when I’m done with work around 5ish if the workload for the day is done then I will change into my running shoes. So today I walked home. One less car on the road, one less contributing polution monster. Even though some of the air pollution most likely reside in my lungs. Heh.

So I had to work it. The baju kurung and the white Nike. Carrying the red shoe bag and my purse over my shoulder, and with my music in my ears, the walk home took about 35 minutes.

I was sweating like a pig. I need to save money but no saving on the fat cells.

Begone fatty tissues!!

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But, I just got a text from AR that Wednesday is Dim Sum day. Darn it!!!!

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*The answer : How To Lose A Guy in 10 Days. The bit where they were coming up with an ad line – for diamonds.

Tag time - Yay Me!!

from IM

1. Each blogger must post these rules first.

2. Each blogger starts with eight random facts/habits about themselves.

3. Bloggers that are tagged need to write on their own blog about their eight things and post these rules.At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.

4. Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’ve been tagged, and to read your blog.

8 random facts/habits about meself

1. I hate tags.

2. Never done one before.

3. Do not consider myself a blogger. What the hell is that anyway??!! I’m without a label. This is my rant/self-adoration/tunjuk pandai/menunjuk-nunjuk space which feeds my indulgent habit.

4. IM says I have a hati batu but how come I can easily cry watching Grey’s Anatomy??!!

5. I love bags and shoes….like most women I know.

6. I love dressing Sophie in Pink..pink..pink…even though IM is pink-kaler-intolerant.

7. I love my job, because I’m bossy and prickly by nature. Suits me perfectly.

8. I don’t have 8 other blogger-friends. I’m not that friendly. Hence no.7.

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Tags aside. Been very busy. So much to do. So fucking little time. So glad homelife is better to counter busy time in workplace.

So better get ass home. My leave starts tomorrow. So happy.

Happy holidays!

Stuck on Logan Huntzberger

My social life these days are shot to pieces. It’s been taken over by that darned DVD set of Gilmore Girls. I’m watching Season 5 and my brain has been on pause whenever IM hits the pause button because he hates that I watch it without him.

But, seriously??!!

I’m in the middle of a good book. A hook kind of book. Where it reels you in and makes you stay until you get to the end of it. I’ve read a book from midnight till the next morning, had breakfast and then sleep. It’s nuts. But I sometimes get that way.

Unfortunately it’s physically impossible to try and finish watching the whole series. So last night after the TV was switched off, I couldn’t sleep. My mind was reeling and rolling after watching Luke break up with Lorelai and Logan getting caught making out with Rory at their grandparents’ renewal wedding vows thing.

So I ended up on tvguide.com and read the entire synopsis so that I can get control back in my life. So that now I know how it all went down I can take my time to slowly digest the story. And take my time to finish the DVD and not get anal when IM reached for the remote and pause.

Then I Googled Matt Czurchy the actor who is Logan Huntzberger in Gilmore Girls. Just because.

I did it with Matthew Settle and Penn Badgely when I was stuck on Gossip Girl. I did it with Eric Danes when I was stuck on Grey’s Anatomy. And I did it again with Julian McMahon in Nip/Tuck. I’d get obsessed with the series and would go Google them.

Go figure.

Oh and I went to bed at 4am. So going to need a vat of coffee now.