of little people & carefree-ness

this is charlie (middle back) & his angels. drew barrymore (left), lucy liu (right) & cameron diaz (front)

i gotta say i really love this one. never fails to make me giggle when i look at it.

charlie is really a shy one. so i was quite surprised to see him dancing away with the girls in this picture. maybe he's shy bcos he's the only boy in the group. he never calls me despite having a mobile. says he forgot my number. what a heartbreaker.

drew is the im-game-for-anything type. she doesnt feel shy at all & goes around the house dressed in whatever was featured in this year's school concert. sometimes it's a garishly-pink-tutu-type-fairy-dress, sometimes its a green indian lengha. it's nice to see kids like this. confident in her own skin. she'll join in a dance performance despite the fact that shes actually part of the audience & not the performer, this one.

lucy. now lucy has an almost adult self-consciousness. its true. you know how adults won't do certain things bcos we worry about how others would look at us, right? like me, i malu to go up & sing in front of people. ahhh, lucy here is like that lah. however, shes the assertive one in the group. the lady boss. she has a tough outer shell but is a softie inside. she lives far far away & apparently according to her mama, everytime she returns home from a visit to malaysia, she'll sit in a corner crying cos she misses her family here. poor soul.

cameron is the youngest in this picture. shes got a rocker-type voice. hehehe. shes very entertaining simply bcos shes so teeny but she has the biggest voice & is the most vocal. she fought with a 30-year old guy & told him "sia magic ko jadi harimau!!". hehehe. she just moved here from sabah & is feeling lonely. i should go visit her one of these days.

i remember yesteryears (which wasnt too long ago) when i used to do "young" things with my brothers & cousins without a care in the world. pretend we're kungfu fighters. climb over my mum's white picket fences & get rips on our dresses (the girls lah, not the boys). go traipsing into the hutan belukar to look for biji getah (rubber seeds) & hearing scary animal grunts. trapping colorful dragonflies in our jam jars till mum threatened to fry them & feed them to us. catching frogs in the rain. climbing guava trees. making mudcakes with our saliva (euww i know but thats what we did!! whats euww-er is that the boys always came & destroyed our mudcakes by throwing it at each other. THEY didnt know what made the tanah soft & malleable hahaha!!).

so nice to reminisce. i hope the world doesnt change too much that kids these days & in days to come dont get a chance to do these things in their childhood. although of course the world has already changed. it used to be a safer place kan. now, everyone is rightfully paranoid. so sad.

ok im done for today. tomorrow is merdeka day --fiddy years of independence & we get only one day off . ciss.

off to brazil now.

memoirs of a bridezilla...

i feel i should write a little about my wedding experience. you know, to memorialize it or something. while it's still fresh in the mind right. afterall, it's barely been 2months. this is like a diary afterall izenit? however, i feel kinda malas. but i guess one must do what one must ;-p. does this mean that the wedding day wasnt such a memorable one for me?

well...

to be honest, in the month prior to the wedding, i was (surprise surprise!) so stressed that i couldnt wait for it to be over. the wedding event itself, i mean. i had my family come in from sabah & they required entertaining --mestilah kan. they come all the way for my wedding, takkan i dont entertain them at all right? i had my issues with the bank people regarding my homeloan (people, do NOT go for hongleong bank. theyre shit.) i was moving into my marital home all by my lonesome because the then half-husband was away in another country altogether. the long distance relationship woes weren't helping much either.

note: he was a half-husband because we had our civil wedding much earlier to the church wedding but as Catholics, we're not really considered married if the church ceremony hasnt taken place yet. so that made my legal marriage only half-a-marriage.

thinking back, of course the stress was self-imposed because i'm one of those who believe "if you want to get it right, do it yourself babe". so anal hor? serves me right.

so, on the wedding day itself, i was actually still in "project manager" mode. in hindsight, it was quite funny. i didnt have time to do my nails the day / night before the wedding as i was too busy. my MIL had her nails done. my SIL got her hair colored. my mum, sisters & 8-yr old nieces got THEIR hair & nails done early.

but the bride? the bride was a stress-pot. i only went to bed at 3am on the wedding day morning. moi --ms i-have-panda-eyes problems. why? because i was packing for my overnight stay at the wedding reception venue. i got up at 9-ish the next morning & made breakfast for my family because on top of everything else, it was so very important for me to also be a good host (i am so stupid). finally, the bridesmaid & i rushed to The Curve to get my nails done & she, her hair. the salon people asked me "huh?? you're the bride? what are you STILL doing here??" needless to say, i was running late & my make-up lady had to wait for 30mins so that the bride could sneak in a shower before putting on the wedding dress... tsk tsk...

well, i couldnt very well be a stinky-poo of a bride now, could i?

i was chewing on a sausage (easy to eat mah --its like drinking with a straw when you have lipstick on) even after the war paint was on because in all the wedding planning articles i'd read, the bride must have something to eat lest she pengsan & makes a fool of herself. i was even carrying my own handbag as i walked out of my bedroom in my wedding dress & veil. NOT my bouquet but my handbag. why? because everything i needed was in there. on the way to church, i had calls from the hotel people regarding last-minute mess-ups. I HAD TO TELL THE DRIVER TO TURN BACK BECAUSE I, THE BRIDE, FORGOT THE WEDDING RINGS!!!

during the church ceremony, my mind was churning with event management thoughts that it didnt hit me that i was actually exchanging life-long vows with a man who i would sleep with & wake up to for the rest of my life. heh. ok so, the answer to my own question: was my wedding day memorable for me?

yes. of course.

but not just in the romantic-gushy-soppy way that i imagine people expect it ought to be. i'll also remember it for all the things that make it a funny story to tell my grandkids:

"little tykes, listen up. your grandmere was GORJES on her wedding day. ya ok so they were fake lashes. so what? shut up & listen to me. as gorjes as i was, it doesnt make me infallible. thats the moral of the story here. your gorjes but infallible grandmere made the mistake of thinking that she was Superwoman. eh? you dunno who is Superwoman? howsabout Wonderwoman? no? ehhh??? wtf... WHO IS GAS GIRL?? kiddos, you sure have canggih-fied superheroes these days. anyways, back in the day, me your grandmamere who was pretty vogue even then, made the mistake of thinking i could do ALL. like an octopus you know --tentacles everywhere. no wonder lah your grandpops calls me bossy. i forgot that the wedding rings were to be entrusted to the bestman & NOT to the bride. ooops. hihihi. my bad."

note: i reckon at 85, i'll still be laughing my "hihihi".
or maybe more like this: hihi*cough*hi*farttt*hihihi*gassspppp*hihihi*kyiok*

of course lah i'll remember my wedding day. how else can i claim my anniversary treats from the husband then?? kidding lah. i know lah it's a special day. this entry is for when i'm senile & can't remember the details (hmm, but when im senile, i wont remember how to get to this blog hor?)

anyhow, yes, i know its a special day. even if i didnt at the time because i was too busy being, well, busy. so, realizing this, the husband & i actually did a re-enactment of the vows. hehehe. one night, about a month after the wedding, after revising & memorizing & coaching each other on our marital vows (we are thespians at heart), we whipped out our trusty canon, perched it on the bed's headrest & recorded ourselves exchanging our vows again. i had tears in my eyes even as i was holding my laughter in. sighs.

so, a word to the wise i.e. soon-to-be brides: DELEGATE. afterall, sharing is caring!

note: kononnya malas want to write. but true to my verbal-diarrhea self, once i started, i could stop.

being inconsistent... or is it incontinent ;-p

it's real early on a tuesday morning & i'm already in the office thanks to the husband who has an early morning thingy at work. so here i am doing, well, not much. my eyes are extra chinky than they usually are due to the lack of beauty sleep. funnily though, i'm quite awake. not a morning person generally so this "alertness" is a nice change.

so anyhow, today, i want to write about being inconsistent. myself being inconsistent i mean. well, i am that, thats for sure. end of story haha. very boring lah to write about deep things. by the way, i'm NOT incontinent.

as i sit here typing this, there are these teeny-weeny ants running amok on my desk. i kiew them awl. i did this once in front of the husband & he said "iyerrrr... what did it ever do to you??! so cruel!" i was so terkejut & then ashamed & thought to myself "i'm a meanie". ishk... but he swats at roaches on his desk ok!!! so that makes him a meanie too doesnt it?

you know, he borrowed some of these "black" dvds from his friend i.e. films about african americans who live in the ghetto, get into pushing drugs because they have no other options out of a life of poverty, get caught, thrown into prison, become reformed / transformed & become a rapper (like fiddy-sen d'ya know hihihi). so, the husband has been watching these shows cos we have no cable & dont plan on getting one anytime soon (no money heh) & has now started amusing me by emulating how the blacks walk / swagger. muahhhahahaha... it's a real riot to watch him do it. not that he does it well, but what really gets to me is this: my husband is a mat control macho ok. so he doesnt usually act silly. i've tried many-a-times to get him to act crazy but to no avail. me. i am the mad one in the marriage. i make faces at him, dance maniacally in the car while kids in the school bus next to us stare at me like i'm a madcow (which could be true) or plain guffaw like a hyena & he just looks at me with this indulgent smirk on his face, like "ok wife, i see it, you're acting crazy" then he coolly goes back to watching his african american movies. aiyak. so anyways, his swaggering like he's a black rapper really kills me. hihihi.

yesterday, as a surprise, i got him a pair of futsal shoes. he didnt like 'em. dammit. anyways, we're going back to the shop tonight to see if we can exchange it for something else. i dont think so but no harm in trying. & at the same time, i'm gonna pout like i'm so hurt & heartbroken that he doesnt like my surprise gift... THEN i'll ask him to buy a pair of running shoes for me wahahaha. see how my devious mind works. he knows it too. but he'll still buy them for me though he sees through my ruse. & thats why i love him.

i'm off for my meeting now (i'm-a-trotting down the lane...)

my first ever... the virgin blog... hihihi...

cool...

i dont know how this works... looks easy enough. but im a lazy bum (on top of being a groovychick) & id probably be too malas to learn how to work things on this blog thingy. come to think of it, id probably be *tulesi* to write pun. i *vunderbar* if anyone would read what i write. & if they do, would they understand my writing style... wahahaha... im an eejit... this is way cool man. as im writing this, i feel like im talking to myself. my groovy self that is. coolness or not.

ok, why wont people understand my writing style? well bcos, i bastardize *lenguej(es)*. *siwataimin*? ok never mind. this is just my first entry & at this point, im just indulging myself. who knows tmw i might feel like i need to be more considerate to my "loyal audience" (wahahaha... *perasansplaksaini*!!) & write more "legibly". or write a more academic piece. right. not.

oh but i notice ah, this thing looks like MSWord right? but no spell check leh? hmmm... im sure its here somewhere. now where is that damn thing?? oh ya but im anal too. im an anal lazy bum. *izenit* *larvely*?

oh ya, heres an observation: i read blogs right? & i notice, some bloggers (revelation: hey im a blogger now tooooo!!!) hv this amazing knack of keeping things vague. they hv this ability to write about something or someone & keep the blog entry at a level where u cant be TOO sure that they're actually referring to this or that. its lovely. i think id just blab away --referring to actual names & places. my self-preservation mode is shot. hence, im sure i'll be stepping (more like STOMPING) on toes. & i'll probably be doing it gaily (isthisawordah?) too until i realize i've offended someone. then "i'll know" lah.

you know, where im from, instead of saying "padan muka" we like to say "baru kau tau" or when we're feeling like we're the queen's subjects --"then you know".

ok end of first entry. im no longer a blog-virgin.

oh!! i found the spell-check.

guide-to-my-wor(l)d

1. tulesi - too lazy
2. vunderbar - wonder
3. lenguej(es) - language(s)
4. siwataimin - see what i mean
5. perasansplaksaini - perasan pula i ni
6. izenit - isn't it
7. larvely - lovely
8. isthisawordah - is this a word ah

ok & i also found the bullet / number function. yays.

ok done for now. ciao to me.